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pedriscroquettes · 4 months

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𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 • RORO RIQUELME

summary. your brother’s annoying teammate is hard to resist when he shows off his tattoos.

warnings. smut, oral (fem receiving), weed, alcohol, and griezmann!reader.

a/n. finally wrote for my starboy. based off trust by bad gyal!

ever since you moved to madrid over ten years ago the city had managed to take you by surprise every one of those years. this year was no exception due to the high heat every day. it was a wonder you hadn’t run back home to france already. and somehow your brother had managed to throw a successful pool party with all of his teammates showing up. unfortunately, he had decided to host it in your house claiming that you had a better pool when in reality he just didn’t wanna deal with the aftermath.

you close the book you’re trying to read but you can’t make it past the first page as the sun blazes on your skin. beads of sweat form on your body for the simply act of sitting outside. you just hope that in this misery you can’t at least get a good tan. although, that thought doesn’t last long as you’re soon drenched in your own margarita. the cold drink making your exposed skin shiver. you look up locking eyes with the culprit. roro approaches you slowly with an unbuttoned t-shirt, exposing his hidden tattoos.

“shit. don’t tell antoine.” he picks up the football not even offering an apology.

“is he that scary?” you tease him.

“no he isn’t but your tantrums are.” he smirks at his words.

you look up at him making sure to cover your eyes from the sun in the process. his sudden change in demeanor interests you and you find yourself drawn to him. he’s always tried his best to get under your skin despite knowing who your brother was. he didn’t care and you admired that. carefully you place your hand on his chest slowly dragging it down until it’s placed on his rib cage tattoo.

“i’d be careful if i were you, roro. don’t forget who my brother is. better put that mouth to better use.” you offer him a smile.

“doesn’t it suck?” he places his hand on top you’re stopping it from wandering off even lower. “being second to your brother always? you can’t even threaten me without bringing him up because in reality no one cares about you. some people don’t even know you exist.”

this time you’re the one left speechless and not because of his words, in truth you didn’t care what anyone said about you, but because he’d finally been able to use cruel words to defend himself. he’s always held back never once trying to get into your bad graces. maybe it was the humid weather that made him not care anymore.

the party continued with countless plastic cups being thrown around the yard and countless splashes could be heard one after the other. yet you found yourself analyzing the brunette in the pool. fully shirtless now allowing you a view of his back tattoos. you would’ve never guessed he’d be one to ink himself by the innocent smile he wore everyday.

unbeknownst to you, your actions didn’t go unnoticed. paddy, marco’s wife, had noticed how your eyes kept wandering off to the brunette. she had tried inviting you on a brand trip for the fifth time and you’d changed the subject for a fifth time.

“i mean look at him! everyone thinks he’s this innocent little guy but he isn’t. what an asshole!” you ranted to her as she drank from her mojito.

“fuck him.” she muttered tired of him being the topic of conversation.

“exactly. if only everyone else could see what a horri-”

“no. fuck him.” she rolled her eyes.

“what?” you turned towards her trying to find out the meaning behind her words.

“it’s clear you want to sleep with him and he probably wants to as well. so do it. get it over with! i can’t hear you complain about him one more time.” she sighs.

“you can’t possibly be serious paddy?” you scoff.

“i’m never been so serious about something in my life. i’ve had hate sex with marcos all the time and it’s arguably the best sex i’ve had in my life.” she continues drinking her mojito as if what she had just said was the most normal thing ever.

“do it or some other girl at this party will.” is the last thing she says to you before she wanders off looking for her husband.

the sun is soon replaced by the moon as the hours go on and it seems your brother’s party has only grown in size. you hope your brother is sober enough tomorrow to clean after his mess because you sure wouldn’t be doing anything. your brother is lucky he lives retired from the city so you don’t get any noise complaints as the music blasts through the backyard. it’s the perfect atmosphere for a get together and a perfect atmosphere for paddy’s suggestion.

you carry your drink inside careful to avoid any spillage. you analyze everyone hoping to find the brunette and when you do you head directly towards him with no hesitation. you’re so close to him when you trip, accidentally of course, and your drink lands all over his white button down shirt. you stand up quickly looking quite concerned and confused.

“fuck i didn’t mean to sorry.” you murmur the last bit feigning innocence because you absolutely meant to spill your drink all over him. “you can borrow one of antoine’s shirts.”

“it’s fine.” he mumbles clearly annoyed at what just occurred.

“no, i’ve been mean. it’s the least i could do.” you offer a truce.

he analyzes your face for any hint of malice but doesn’t find any. a part of him wants to take your offer of help but the other part is still hesitant. ultimately he decides he doesn’t want to walk around with a wet and sticky shirt for the rest of the night. he sighs before agreeing. you quickly grab his hand before he can say anything and drag him towards the spare room.

“this one or this one?” you hold up two button downs. one is a bright shade of baby blue and the other a plain white one similar to the one you had ruined.

he chooses the baby blue button down not waiting another minute to change into it. he rushes causing two packets and a heavier material to fall out of his pockets. quickly he tries to retrieve them before you see them but you’re faster. you let out a loud exaggerated gasp at the sight of the pills and vape.

“you? no way.” you almost laugh at how surprising he was. first the tattoos, then the attitude, and now this. he was truly unpredictable. “don’t you have to take doping tests?”

“who do you think gets me cleared before matches?” he asks as he grabs the pills and the vape from your hand. although, you manage to take the vape back noticing what it contained. you inhale.

“my brother.” you exhale causing the smoke to invade his face. “does he give you the weed too?”

“just give it back.” he holds his hand out waiting for you to comply.

you obviously don’t choosing to sit on the bed instead taking another puff. your movements cause your black sarong to move up your legs giving him quite the sight. it was a shame that you were so attractive because you were equally as annoying. and if you weren’t your brother’s sister rodrigo would’ve tried to at least attempt a move on you. but because you were so determined tonight you’d make sure he would.

he walks towards you hoping to take his personal belongings back. after all he’s stronger more agile he should be able to snatch them away from you. but he forgets that you’re faster and every time he tries to reach for them he only ends up dangerously close to your body. you notice he never managed to button up his shirt and his rib cage tattoo is once again exposed to you. you place your hand on it knowing it’s your one chance to get what you want.

“what does it mean?” you look up at his brown eyes finding them already staring right at you.

“what are you doing?” he sighs frustrated at your weird antics.

“nothing.” you answer simply.

there’s a short pause between the two of you with silence filling the air. the two of you are practically chest to chest and you’re so close to getting what you want. what you need. you act first kissing him. after all you could blame it on the drugs in case this ends up being a huge mess. you expect him to pull away but he does the complete opposite grabbing your jaw as he deepens the kiss. they say it’s always the silent ones and he confirms those rumors.

your hands find themselves in his curls tugging on the strands as he leaves wet kisses along your jaw. meanwhile his hand finds it’s way around your throat pulling you closer to him as the two of you roughly kiss. it’s the opposite of gentle, what you enjoy. you gain the confidence to drag your hand down his bare chest all the way to the hem of his shorts when he stops you by grabbing your hand.

“what are you playing at?” he steps away from you. once again analyzing you and your facial expressions trying to figure out why you wanted to sleep with him.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about roro.” you say his nickname so sweetly and somehow also seductively.

“bullshit. one minute you’re threatening me and the next you’re all over me. you couldn’t get anyone else to sleep with you?” he asks in a more serious tone. you enjoy the view of a shirtless heated roro.

“i didn’t want to sleep with anyone else. but if you don’t want to then i’ll guess i’ll have to find someone else.” you begin to stand up.

you’re immediately pushed back down by the midfielder shocked at the force. it somehow turns you on even more.

“then say it.” he demands.

“say what?” you look up at him.

“that you want to fuck me. say it.” he demands once again.

“roro…” you brings your hands up his torso and wrap them around his neck locking eyes with him as you bring him closer to you once again. “i want you to fuck me.”

that’s all it takes to push him off the edge and his lips are once again on yours. the kisses are rough and quick and you find yourself tugging on his bottom lip to provoke him even more. it’s all so sensual like a scene on television. his hands roam your body ultimately landing on your ass as the two of you gravitate towards each other. you can feel his hard on against the fabric of your swimsuit. you’re pretty sure he can feel your growing arousal as he begins to grind himself against your clothed core.

you don’t wait another second in taking off his shirt allowing a perfect view of his forming biceps and his tattoos. it’s almost unfair how long he’s been hiding himself. you’re keen on making sure this happens again. so you proceed to flip the two of you over ending up in his lap. the new angle allowing you to see his face perfectly. you hate how pretty he looks and how he’s basically forbidden fruit. the aching in your core continues to grow and you realize you have to do something about it.

“fuck, roro. touch me.” you practically beg.

you’re answered with a smirk at first but he obliges bringing his hand to your lower body. he’s moving his hand as slowly as possible, teasing you, and you’ve had enough. you placed your hand on top of his dragging it to where you need it the most. he moves your sarong to have better access to your core, taking off the bottom part of your swimsuit in the process. you continue to guide his fingers to your folds.

“fucking hell.” he groans as he feels your wetness.

he starts slowly rubbing circles along your folds which instantly brings you pleasure. his movements cause you to let out loud moans which he quickly tries to silence by kissing you. the last thing he needed was anyone walking in on the two of you. as he kisses you he continues to spread your wetness. he decides that’s enough foreplay and drags one of his fingers towards your hole.

“can i?” he asks you wanting to make sure you’re still okay with what’s going on.

“please.” you murmur.

he enters you slowly making sure you adjust to the intrusion. you cling onto his arms at the new sensation, holding back a moan as he stretches you out. it’s almost embarrassing how much he’s been able to surprise you in the span of a couple of hours. he wraps his arm around your waist to help you adjust and keep you grounded. you reach up for him again kissing him as he begins to pump his finger inside of you. it’s such an intimate moment and he’s been able to comfort you more than any other guy you’ve slept with before.

“fuck, more.” you practically beg.

he obliges inserting another finger instantly groaning at how you clench around him. you squeeze his fingers so tight he swears he could cum in his boxers. the way you look under him doesn’t help him either. he’d always admired you except for your attitude but now that he had you he couldn’t give you up. your moans also encourage him to go faster wanting to pleasure you in the best way possible. he can only think about you right now and the way his fingers feel inside of you.

“so close roro.” you murmur. your nails digging deeper into his biceps.

then out of nowhere the building up orgasm inside you disappears as his fingers leave you. you’re about to yell at him when you see him kneel.

“do you trust me?” he asks suddenly.

“yes.”

his fingers are soon replaced by his tongue. the sight of his curls in between your legs alone make’s your pleasure build up again. as he laps up your juices your fingers find their way into his hair pulling him even closer to your core. it doesn’t take long for the knot in your stomach to unfold and soon you’re orgasming on his tongue.

“what the fuck roro.” you say shocked.

instead of responding he simply kisses you again. it’s quite an intimate moment as he moves the strands of hair from your face. the two of you separate from each other and there’s a comfortable silence between you too. the act is so domestic as the two of you simply stare at each other. unfortunately, it’s interrupted as someone knocks loudly on the door.

“who’s in there? i need a shirt.” antoine slurs.

“shit. shit. shit.” rodrigo steps away from you adjusting his clothes and finally getting his vape.

“hide in the bathroom.” you urge him as you adjust your sarong before heading towards the door.

he doesn’t know why he does it but he pulls you closer by your waist before kissing you one last time before heading for the bathroom. you’re taken aback but can’t help but grin a little at the action. it’s going to take more than your willpower to stop yourself whenever you go to anymore games in the future.

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enam3l · 8 months

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eddie’s love letter to reader after leaving her in chicago where he’d followed her after meeting for the first time. (i was in my feels despite not even being in love myself)

masterlist or series tag #enam3ls rockstar eddie

Dear sweetheart,

I’m considering hijacking my own plane and making them turn back to Chicago, back to you. My lips left your skin an hour ago and already they’re itching to be reunited.

Ready to commit felonies in order to feel yours once more. The guys have ditched me, they’re sitting further up the place. Apparently I talk too much as is, now I’m worse than ever and the only topic on my tongue is you. I can’t blame them, I wonder how I’ll ever shut up about you.

The flight attendant brought her little trolley round and all she got from me was a lecture about how you only mix your drinks with lemonade, never soda. I told her my girl has a sweet tooth. I suppose I don’t know for sure if you’re my girl yet. Not even officially my girl and you’ve got me hopping states and writing love letters.

You’ve bewitched me, babe. Appeared out of thin air on a dark stormy night in a small town like Hawkins? It all makes sense. I knew you had to be other worldly. You hexed me that night, turned me into a lovesick teenager. I hope the spell is irreversible if it means I get to be yours.

Shit, this could all be nonsense, I don’t know. I’m so god damn tired. You kept me awake. I’ve not even got my mind in the gutter. Just mean, how could I possibly sleep when I got to have you to myself? There’s only 24 hours in the day and you’ve existed for nearly 24 years. Hard to hear all your stories in that time. I want to hear them all. It feels cruel the universe robbed me of 24 years of you. Think I could listen to you til the oceans ran dry and I wouldn’t get bored.

I took my jacket off once I was seated to get comfy but then I realised it smelt like you. Had this thing since I was 16 and it’s only ever smelt like smoke and cheap beer. You wear it for a weekend and it smells like you. You you you. That pretty perfume and that sweetness natural to your skin. It’s soaked into the leather. Under the fibres. I think you’ve done that to me as well. Seeped under my skin. Running through my system.

Already owe Dustin and Steve my life in ways you don’t even know. I owe them it all once over for introducing you.

You were right when you said this wasn’t normal. People don’t just feel this way with someone they’ve known for a couple of hours. I think my heart was yours from that moment in the Hideout. It’s still with you now in Chicago. I don’t want it back. Keep it in the back pocket of those tight little jeans you wore yesterday. If you gave me yours, it’d be the most precious think I owned.

When you get back home to New York and read this, call me. I’ll be on your doorstep in seconds if I’m not already camped out there. I should’ve stayed in bed with you in that fancy ass hotel in Chicago.

Call me and I’ll crawl back into your sheets and promise to never leave again.

Yours if you wish,

Eddie.

don’t worry i know it’s been a while but i could never forget about my lil star crossed lovers

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Cold Water

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: best friends should always be honest with each other

Synopsis: You and your best friend are at odds when you learn that he kept his new girlfriend a secret from you on purpose

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: @fallon-carrington123 (I incorporated the first part of your request. Part 2 is where I’ll add the rest!)

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Read My Superstar first

It had been maybe a week or so since you learned the news of Urban having a girlfriend for two months over an instagram post. Safe to say that you were hurt because he didn’t tell you and it didn’t seem as if he was going to mention it until he got caught.

You and Urban have been close since the time the two of you were 14 when you both met and you simply shared everything with him. Even if it had to do with your beloved husband.

You know had a three week break from tour and you were back at home with Jack and Urban. However, the tension in the house was at an all time high because you had been giving Urban the silent treatment. The rest of PG were also there and you were all sitting around having a movie marathon and eating some homemade pizza that you had made for them.

PG didn’t want to say anything regarding you and Urban and figured that the two of you would work it out yourselves.

You two literally couldn’t live without the other so they knew you would make up soon.

You got up to go into the kitchen to refill your lemonade when Urban walked in to confront you.

He was over you ignoring him and wanted to fix this or at least attempt to.

“This shit stops right now. We need to talk about this.” You heard him say from behind you as you were finishing pouring the lemonade in your cup. You rolled your eyes before turning around to look at him.

“You lied to me! We have been friends for ten years! I have never lied to you about anything or kept something from you because guess what? You’re my best friend and best friends don’t do that!”

“You want to know why I didn’t tell you? Honestly?”

“I’m all ears, Wyatt. The fact that you told the rest of them before me and they met her? You even told Neelam before me! Like what the actual fuck?”

“BECAUSE YOU HAVE LITERALLY RUINED EVERY SINGLE RELATIONSHIP THAT I’VE BEEN IN!”

“What?!? No, I haven't Urban! That is complete bullshit!”

“You sure about that? Let me pull the receipts.”

“Is it my fault that no one that you’ve dated has been good enough for you!? My best friend deserves the best!”

“How can I find that if you keep running them off?!”

“Urban, Jessica was rude as hell every time we went out and didn’t give two shits about her attitude. The way she would speak to people was insane.”

“Damn, sounds like you’re talking about yourself. I’m going to need for you to stop being a hypocrite.”

“Urb! I am not rude! I never have been!”

“But your attitude could use some work! You never see the fault in what you do! EVER!”

“THAT IS NOT TRUE! What about Reina?! She dated you only to become closer to Jack and I don’t know why that was her goal simply because he’s married to me! She wasn’t thinking about you! She did not have your best interest!”

“But you didn’t have to fight her either! Let’s not forget the girls you ran off because of how you act and the fact that they didn’t get your approval! It’s like they see how you are and run for the hills!”

“You’re my best friend and I am always going to protect you!”

“You can do that without constantly being on my ass all the time, Y/N! Like damn let me breathe! Last time I checked I was a grown ass man who could take care of himself!”

“But….”

And that’s when the tears started to fall.

Meanwhile PG was standing to the side of the doorway out of both of your line of vision listening to the heated exchange happening between you and Urban.

“Uhh, Jack? Maybe you should intervene.” 2fo said while looking over at him.

“Absolutely not. They need to work this out themselves. I can’t always run and save the day every time she has a disagreement with someone. She’s an adult. Now if anything disrespectful was said that’s a different story.”

“But, Urb is kinda making some valid points. She is very protective of all of us but especially him.” Shloob confessed with car keys in hand just in case he had to make a quick exit.

“True, like sometimes I don’t say certain things around her because I don’t know how she’s going to react.”

“We all know that she doesn’t tolerate bullshit and only wants the best for us.”

“Yeah, but like Urb said she has to let us breathe and not be on our backs all the time.”

“Urban! Why can’t you see how much I care about you?!”

“I do and I’m going to need for you to stop crying because you are always playing the victim and I’m tired of it. Any time someone says something you don’t like or they’re telling you about yourself you get upset and cry. Grow the fuck up. Don’t you think I eventually want what you and Jack have? How am I supposed to do that if you literally run off every girl that I show interest in?”

All you did was simply look at him speechless with tears rolling down your face.

Your intentions were always pure when it came to Urban or anybody in PG who had gotten a girlfriend. You wanted for them to be on the same level as them and not settle for less.

Your feelings were hurt to think that Urban believed that you would intentionally do that to him.

All you wanted was to see your best friend happy.

“Then I’m sorry for caring and loving my best friend and wanting for him to have what he deserves. You won’t have to worry about me doing that anymore.”

“Wait, Y/N….”

Urban tried to catch your hand as you walked past him but you quickly snatched away from him. PG scrambled to go back to their places on the couches in the living room but you knew that they had been listening.

Jack saw your face full of tears and was now kind of annoyed with Urban for making you cry even if he had been right.

“Baby…”

“I.. just need a minute.”

You went upstairs and simply laid down and cried at what just happened.

The two of you had never argued or gotten into disagreements the entire ten years that you had been friends.

This hurt and it was never your intention to keep Urban from finding someone to be with.

But if he felt that you weren't doing any good by hovering over him, consider it done.

You just wanted to make sure that it was someone who wanted Urban for him and not anything else.

Why couldn’t he understand that?

It had been about another week or so since the huge blow up between you and Urban and it was safe to say that the silent treatment was continuing.

Well you couldn’t exactly call it that seeing as if he asked you something, you did answer him but simply left it at that.

To avoid all of this Urban had been spending more time with Yasmin who you still had yet to meet.

You figured it would happen eventually, but you weren't in any rush since he told you that you had ruined every relationship that he had been in previously so you continued to keep your distance.

It was around 11 am when PG decided that they wanted to go play laser tag and wanted for you to join them.

“Y/N, I need you on my team because you're little and you can hide and do sneak attacks.” Ace said but you kept a neutral face.

“No, I’m already doing something.”

“Wait, what? You’ve been dodging us all week! Come with us!”

"If I wasn't already doing something, I would."

"Well if we get dinner later are you coming?"

You simply shrugged.

"If I get finished maybe but I don't know." You honestly answered before going back upstairs and getting ready to meet Megan in the studio.

You had written a song for her to put on her new album and wanted to record it today in the hopes of getting your mind off everything else.

Once you were out of earshot everyone turned towards Urban.

"Will you two make up already!? And you can tell she's upset!"

"I tried to explain why I did it but of course she doesn't see anything wrong in what she did."

"Urb, you know how she is. You more so than anyone else besides Jack."

"Just because I know how she is doesn't make it right. She's upset because I told her the truth and I also kind of told her to back off a little bit and stop hovering."

"Well damn. That's why she hasn't wanted to go out with us."

"I meant to stop hovering around me when it came to relationships, not hanging out with us in general."

You knew it would be awkward with both you and Urban there and you didn't want to add more fuel to the fire.

"Jack, fix this! I miss her cooking for all of us. Now she's all sad and shit and making us eat take out. I swear that I can’t eat another egg roll."

"It's not my problem to fix. It's between them. Urb does the same thing when me and her have disagreements. He remains neutral and that’s what I’m doing."

"Now you know how stubborn your wife is, she is not going to apologize first."

"I think that the both of you need to apologize. You for keeping Yasmin from her and she does too for running the girlfriends off in the past even if her intentions behind it were good.." Jack said being completely honest.

"But why am I apologizing if I'm not sorry? I guarantee that if I would have told her about Yasmin that we wouldn’t still be together because of how she is."

"Urb, just do it so we can get fed! We're about to turn to skin and bones around here!"

"Shloob, you're just scared that she'll pop off."

"Well she has been quiet all week. Maybe she's plotting something. First Lady is never quiet. Jack, just make sure you give the eulogy at Urb's funeral."

Jack took the steps two at a time to go and check on you. It definitely made him feel some type of way seeing his wife so sad, so he was trying to do his best to take your mind off of it. But, he knew the two of you couldn’t live without each other even if both of you were acting like dumbasses and not trying to fix the issue.

He found you sitting on the bed and scrolling through your phone with your shoes near you assuming that you were getting ready to leave.

"Babe?"

"Yes?"

"Now you know I'm staying neutral because the last thing I want to do is come between you two and pick sides but the two of you really need to fix this."

"I'm doing what he asked me to do. So I'm keeping my distance."

"That's not what he meant and you know it." Jack replied while coming to sit down next to you and pull you onto his lap.

"Well that's what it sounded like to me. Because apparently I ruin everything and run people off."

"Baby girl. I get that you're in your feelings because he kept it from you. However, he has a point as to why."

"Not you too." You muttered while rolling your eyes and crossing your arms.

"I wouldn't be a good husband if I wasn't honest with my wife."

"I just… from what I saw from my perspective, none of them had his best interest and obviously in my mind I don't think anyone is good enough for my best friend. What's wrong with wanting to protect him from getting his heart broken?"

"Nothing at all but sometimes people need to learn on their own. You have to allow him to make mistakes. I feel like we're talking about our kid in a way." Jack said before laughing and it made you form a small smile on your face.

“That’s why I’m keeping my distance.”

“No, you need to find a good balance. This is such a thing as caring too much and you kind of take it overboard when it comes to Urban.”

“I just…. It really hurt what he said.”

“But there wasn’t any ill intent behind it, baby girl. Urban is hurt too. Don’t you think he wanted you to be the first person he told about Yasmin?”

“I thought he would do that regardless but, I… I don’t really want to talk about this anymore.”

“Baby, just think about it from his point of view, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

“Now where are you off to? You need to stop avoiding us.”

“I’m not avoiding anybody. I’m about to go spend time with Meg in the studio. I wrote something for her and we want to record it.”

“Fine, but this weekend you’re spending time with us too. I invited Yasmin over to formally meet you.”

“No thanks, I’m busy.”

“Baby! Stop doing that. Will you at least try for Urban?”

“Nope.”

“Okay, fine. Try for me.”

“Maybe.”

“You didn’t say no so I’ll take it.”

You and Megan had just finished recording Budget and the two of you were just sitting around talking when the topic of Urban and Yasmin was brought up.

“Have you met her yet?”

“Nope and apparently I am this weekend because that husband of mine invited her over. I just can’t believe he literally lied to my face.”

“Well…. You kind of take it to the extreme when it comes to PG.”

“How so?”

“You are extremely protective and territorial over them. I know that they say no one gets to the first lady except through them but no one gets to the members of PG without going through the first lady. It goes both ways.”

“They’re my friends! I obviously want to protect them as much as I can!”

“Okay, you can do that without being a helicopter mom. Because that is definitely you.”

“I am not!”

“Listen to me for a second. I have heard a few of them say that certain things they don’t say in front of you because they don’t know how you’re going to react and they do keep things from you to not cause tension.”

“That makes me feel like I’m a horrible person. I want them to always be able to come to me about things and not have to hide.”

“You aren’t. You just have to allow yourself to have an open mind when it comes to things. I’m sure that they want to share a lot of things with you but they don’t because of your uhh… track record.”

“The only time I fight is if I have a good reason.”

“And I wholeheartedly believe you! However, there’s a time and place for everything so come whenever you meet her, go in there with an open mind and talk to Urban. Because even though you’re hurting, he probably is too.”

“Jack said the same thing.”

“It’ll all work out in the end, I promise. It’ll be like this entire thing never even happened.”

The weekend was now finally here and as promised for Jack and for Jack only you were playing host to Yasmin.

Everyone was sitting around the firepit in the backyard holding simple conversations and getting to know her while you had simply remained quiet.

You had a feeling that anything you said was going to piss Urban off so instead of causing tension, you decided that remaining quiet was the best option.

There you were sitting on Jack’s lap and sipping on your red wine when you suddenly heard Yasmin call out to you.

“Hmm?”

“That pasta you made was really good. How’d you learn to cook so well? Did your mom or someone else teach you?”

“My mom did.” You kept your answer simple and noticed how Urban had rolled his eyes at your response, but you ignored it.

“Is there any dish that’s your favorite to make? Or only make on special occasions?”

“I don’t really have one. Anything they ask for, I make it.”

“Yasmin, wait until you try her mini strawberry cheesecakes or her sweet potato pies. We all have a running joke that she puts crack in it to keep us wanting more.” Shloob said while everyone laughed.

“I’m definitely looking forward to it.”

“I have a question for you, too.”

“Oh shit, it’s happening.” Quiiso whispered under his breath and everyone kind of looked on with wide eyes.

“Sure, go ahead.”

“What exactly is your job? No one has mentioned it seeing as I didn’t even know you existed until three weeks ago.”

“Oh, I’m a makeup artist. Still fairly new to the industry but I think the favorite person I’ve done work on is Dua Lipa. I know that the two of you are pretty close.”

“A little too close in my opinion.” Jack whispered in your ear, making you laugh.

“Hmm, how’d you meet Urban?”

“We actually ran into each other backstage at the VMA’s and then it just went from there.”

“What are your intentions? Is he your first boyfriend or no?”

“Y/N….” Urban said in a warning tone and you simply looked at him.

“Urb, you wanted me to get to know her right? And wanted for me to not ruin this seeing as you told me that I ruin every single relationship that you’ve been in so I’m doing my best.”

“Wait, what?” Yasmin curiously asked while looking between all of you and you heard Jack sigh from behind you.

“You can do your best without interrogating her, just like you did all the other ones before.” Urban replied while raising his voice.

“I’ve barely said anything to her all night! How am I supposed to get to know her if I don’t ask questions?”

“I really don’t mind answering them…” Yasmin said attempting to try and keep the peace since you and Urban were shooting daggers at each other.

“Should have known your ass was going to do this.”

“I didn’t even do anything!”

“Yet!”

“Fine, Urban, if you are so bothered by me wanting the best for you then I don’t know why we’re still friends.”

“Now wait one got damn minute. Yall are not throwing away ten years of friendship over this. It is not that serious. Can the two of you just apologize and move on?” 2fo piped up and suddenly looked nervous.

“I’m not apologizing for something that I’m not sorry for.”

Damn that stung.

“Well he told me I ruin everything concerning his relationships and that I’m a hypocrite because I mentioned one of those girlfriends having an attitude and he said mine could use some work.”

“Uhhh… well…”

“SHLOOB!”

“I mean…. That wasn’t totally a lie.”

“Are we seriously doing this right now? So everyone can list my faults but yall are perfect?”

“No one even said that and that’s what your problem is! You never listen when someone is trying to explain something to you and act like the victim!” Urban fired back at you and you could now tell that Yasmin was extremely uncomfortable.

“Will you two calm down?!” Jack exclaimed as his two best friends were going at it. As much as he didn’t want to intervene, this was getting out of hand.

“I’m not acting like a victim!

“Umm right now you kind of are.” Ace confessed and you just stared at all of them in disbelief.

“We’re your friends and we are supposed to be honest with you, no matter if it hurts. It’s better we tell you than to lie.”

“Oh, but you all did lie. In ten years, I have kept nothing from any of you and this was really a slap in my face but since I always act like the victim, I won’t say anymore about it. Yasmin, you seem really nice and I wish you and Urban the best. I have a headache so good night.”

Jack tried to pull you back as you attempted to stand up, but he wasn’t quick enough.

You made your way back into the house as it was now silent in the backyard.

“Well consider that our last meal from her probably until 2025. If she wasn’t acting distant before, she damn sure will be distant now.” Nemo said, breaking the silence.

“Jack, is this how it feels when she’s mad at you? Because I don’t really like this.” 2fo confessed.

“Somehow this feels worse.”

Just then Jack eyed Urban who was simply running a hand through his curls while Yasmin was sitting there awkwardly.

“All this shit could have been avoided if you would have told her.”

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chaotic-on-main · 11 months

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Sunrise | ModernAU One-Shot

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ best friends to lovers, parental emotional abuse, FLUFF, slight hurt/comfort

☾ A/N ➼ This might be a little self indulgent, but I hope y'all like it anyways. The things the mom said may or may not be things my mother has said to me. I'm okay, before anyone asks lol. I hope this is comforting to others out there. Love you guys! Time to start of June's outline. :3

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Your silver sedan sits in the street in front of Levi’s apartment, headlights glowing on the other cars around you. Soft rock plays through the speakers as you drum your fingers on the steering wheel in impatience, the vibrant blue console lights lighting up your face. You had sent him a ‘here!’ which was left on read, meaning he was still up but still nowhere in sight. Maybe he couldn’t find his shoes? No, that wasn’t like him. He has a cubby by the door for them, which he kept immaculate. Just as you were going through other impossible scenarios, there’s a sharp knock on the passenger door that makes you jump. It’s Levi, double fisting two teas in to-go cups as you requested.

“Will you get the door, dumbass? My hands are full.” You hear muffled through the glass. It takes a bit of strain, but you lean over to unlatch the door and push it so Levi can kick it open with the tip of his shoe carefully. The internal lights pop on, blinding you momentarily but when your vision adjusts, you see Levi extending a long-sleeved arm to you with your drink.

“You remembered!” You exclaim, grabbing the warm cup from him so he can place his own down in the cup holder before sliding himself in the seat next to you.

“You asked for it.” He grumbles as he buckles himself in and then stares over at you, deadpan. His eyes widen a bit as he takes in the sight of you. "Is that my sweater?" You were indeed wearing Levi's thick, gray turtleneck. His favorite one, at that. You notice he says nothing about the red puffiness around your eyes.

“Well hello to you too, grumpy.” You smirk over at him as you take a careful sip of your tea, ignoring his question and relishing the flavors that Levi chose. It’s a blend that Levi had made special for you a while back, strong and smooth and a little fruity. Levi wasn’t a fan of it, but you loved it - for more reasons than you wouldn’t dare say.

“I’m not grumpy. And I’ve been looking for that all week. I’ll take it from you by force if I have to.”

“Mmm, kinky.” He scoffs but says nothing, looking away. You shift in your seat so you're facing him, linking your fingers together and resting your chin on them as you stare over at him. He gives you a side-eye, then a scowl.

"I am not driving, forget it." Levi snaps at you.

“So, what was it this time?” Levi mutters over to you from the driver’s side. He has the window down, hair wind-swept as he stares out into the very early morning darkness. His index finger taps on the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing in the background.

“Hm?” You don't bother looking over you as you speak. You have your arms placed up on the door with your head resting on them, your face lighting up every couple seconds from the glow of the passing street lights.

“What kept you awake this time?” You think for a moment about how you want to word what made your heart ache today. Even after 17 years of friendship, you still struggle with talking about your feelings with him. An emotional disconnection you’ve had since before you met him so long ago. He understood though and never asked, which is why he sat so patiently while you pieced together your thoughts. Nothing coherent came to mind, though.

“I don't…" You trail off, clearing your throat in discomfort. You bring your hand to your mouth and start chewing on your thumbnail.

"…know how to word it?" Levi finishes for you. As always, he was so good at reading you.

"Look at you finishing my sentences. You know, the whole friend group thinks we're secretly dating. Hange even has a bet."

"Oh yeah? What did shitty-glasses wager on this one?” Levi quips without missing a beat. He rolls to a stop at a four-way and takes this time to give you a full exasperated stare.

"Something about cleaning Miche's and Nanaba's shared apartment if they lost.“ You laugh before taking another sip of your tea. It's sweetened just the way you like it. Levi is great at remembering the little things like that.

“Tch. Then they better start cleaning.” Levi grumbles as he pushes down on the gas pedal gently. Levi didn't press, but you knew the conversation was well from over. He would never tell you, but he always wanted to know what was on your mind, especially when you were this upset. To you, however, he didn't need to. His quick glances at you every other stoplight told you enough how present he is for you, and always would be.

You stick your head out the window and smile at the warm breeze against your face. When you stare up at the sky, your vision is filled with pale stars and a bright moon. A couple clouds float by, lit up from the moonlight. It really is a perfect right for a drive.

"Do we have a destination in mind?" He turns the volume dial up a bit, the same soft rock from before now at a moderate level. You wouldn't mind it being louder, but with Levi's question now lingering in the air, skull shaking volume would have to wait.

"I don't, actually. I was hoping you’d just drive and see where it takes us." You give him a huge grin and a finger gun, and Levi just snorts in response.

"Alright then. Let's see where this takes us."

Around an hour and half later, Levi and you find yourselves still in the car on a gentle incline. You have no idea where Levi was taking you but now with the faint light of the early morning, you can see you're somewhere with lots of trees. Both of you are far from tired, disposable cups now empty. You’ve been staring at Levi for the last ten minutes with glazed eyes as your mind wanders. His voice snaps you back.

“Before you say anything about the eye bags, just know you’re part of the problem.” He says dryly with pursed lips.

“Pfft, your sleep problems are yours and yours alone.” You roll your eyes at that, but you can’t hold back your smile. The car slows down before turning off on a dirt path to your left. It’s still quite dark from the canopy of leaves above, so your view is limited to what the headlights illuminate.

“Oh, is this the day? You’re finally going to murder me and dispose of my body in the forest where it belongs?? What is it, head bludgeoning or a gunshot?” You feign an excited tone, wide eyes and toothy grin to accentuate it.

“Trust me. When I get rid of you, it’ll be much more thrilling than either of those.”

“Boo.” You stick your tongue out and pout.

Levi rolls the car down the path slowly, keeping his eye out for anything that might be in the way. It was relatively safe with only fallen leaves and small twigs littering the road. There’s a light at the end of it and after a moment, the car breaks through and then Levi puts the car in park. Your breath is taken away in a mere second.

You unfasten your seat belt and throw yourself out of the car quickly. Not bothering to shut the door behind you, you run over to the edge of the cliff that you find yourself on. You’re not sure how high up you are but it’s a considerable distance because the trees that litter the valley beneath you are quite small. It’s all green, broken up by a wide river that you suspect is the very same one that cuts through town. A layer of low fog weaves through the whole valley, and you imagine how pretty the morning dew must be from it. On the horizon, you see the beginning of pinks and oranges start to paint the sky. The sun is about to break.

Raising your hands above your head, you scream with exhilaration. A warm gust of wind blows against your face, throwing your hair back and tangling in the breeze. This was the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen, you think.

“Levi Ackerman, you jerk! How could you keep something like this from me!?” You yell as you turn around quickly, meeting his stormy gray eyes. He’s staring at you with a lopsided smile while he leans against the driver’s side door, arms and legs crossed.

“I can’t let you in on all of my secrets. That’s just not fair.” He shrugs with nonchalance.

“Does almost two decades of friendship mean nothing to you?” You smirk over at him.

Levi makes his way to the hood of the car and sits back on it, patting the spot next to him for you. You raise your eyebrow at him but amble over to him anyways before pulling yourself up as well. Your legs curl up under you as you cross them, noting the metal underneath you bending more than you’d like. Whatever, your car is on its last leg anyways.

You both sit in silence for a moment. Birds chirp and sing behind you in the trees, the rustling of the leaves signifies the start of their early morning routines. The sun still hasn’t made an appearance, and you gauge it’ll probably be another fifteen or so minutes until it wakes up for the day.

“So. What happened?” Levi pipes up next to you. When you twist your head to look at him, you notice a softness in his eyes; a look he reserves for when it’s just you and him. Pulling your legs up to your chest, you rest your cheek against your knee as you continue to watch Levi.

“My mother called me again.” You frown a little, now matching the one Levi points your way.

“You answered, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I told myself not to but then I got worried that maybe something happened. So, I picked it up. It started off okay…” You trail off as you reposition your head so that you are now resting your chin in the crook of where your knees met. The oranges and pinks glow brighter with every passing second.

“What did she say this time?” he asks gently.

“Oh, the usual. ‘You know how I feel about quitters’ and ‘it makes me sad to see your wasted potential’ then ended it with something along the lines of ‘being selfish’.” You laugh sardonically at that, heavy bitterness seeping into your tone.

“You know better than to-“

“Than to answer I know.” You snap. You continue to stare at an invisible airplane in the distance. The wind starts stinging your eyes, or was it tears? You blink hard to get whatever it was out.

“- than to believe any of that shit.” Levi retorts. He shifts next to you, the groaning of the metal underneath you both breaking up the momentary silence.

“I know, and it’s just so frustrating that it still gets under my skin. It’s been years since I’ve left. You’d think I’d be over it by now.” Your voice gives you away with a crack. You sniffle and rub your eyes with the sleeves of Levi’s sweater. Your tears leave dark marks against the gray. Levi mumbles your name, and you sit up and turn your head back to him. He just stares at you with his lips parted, thinking of what he wanted to say.

“Healing isn’t linear, nor is it clean. It’s going to have its moments where you feel like you’re falling back and it’s becoming too loud and chaotic. But you are healing, you need to be patient with yourself.” He says over to you gently, before bumping against your shoulder with his own affectionately. He’s a lot closer than you thought he was. “And don’t answer her calls anymore.” You continue to stare at him, this time in wonder.

“Hey Levi?” You ask softly.

“Hm?”

“You know you’re my best friend, right?”

This time Levi stares at you, but with what you’re not sure. You don’t get a moment to think as Levi leans into you, slowly. His lips linger across from yours, as if waiting for you to pull away. You don’t. Pushing yourself into him, your lips meet his and they’re so soft against yours. It starts off gentle, but then the kiss deepens as he moves his arm in a way to hold you closer to him. He tastes like bitter tea leaves and sweet honey. The sun breaks over the horizon, pale yellow now lighting up the surroundings.

When you both pull away, you notice a pink flush burning into his cheeks as he stares over at you. A laugh escapes you, loud and chest deep. A small smile tugs at his lips as he watches you. The way the early morning sun hits his face, you want it ingrained in your brain.

You grab his shirt and pull him back into another kiss, smiling into it as you do.

“Don’t tell Hange, I still want to watch them clean.” Levi mumbles against your mouth.

This moment, right here. You wanted to stay forever, you think.

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jeanette-luminia · 1 year

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Hey can you do a Larissa x femreader where reader insecurities get the best of her (age gap and how she looks maybe) and Larissa being stressed with work just push her more down to that hole and theres no happy ending...... sorry i just want to have a good cry

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 || 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑺

a/n: I didn't expect requests to be quite overwhelming but I love it! I had fun writing this cuz I love angst, thank you anon. <3

“Doesn’t it feel weird?” your friend, Aera, said out of nowhere. Confused, you stopped drinking your coffee and tilted your head, pushing her to continue.

“I mean, Larissa’s older than you,” she said. You gripped your cup a little too hard as you kept still in your seat.

Don’t start this again.”

“I’m only stating my opinion.”

“Well, some opinions should be kept inside.” your anger was seeping, feeling your head boiling. “Y/N, she’s 43, you’re 24. Shouldn’t you be with someone who’s… I don’t know, a closer to your age?” she tried to reason.

“So what? I love her, and we’re both adults.”

“Jesus Christ, when was the last time she actually paid attention to you?” you stopped. People around you always talk about that feeling when they realize something big. When they froze. When they felt like time suddenly stopped. The feeling of your heart sinking. You were sure yourself you wouldn’t have to feel that. Everything was okay. You and Larissa are okay.

Yet you sit still, feeling your stomach drop, it almost made you sick. Everything around you was a blur. You felt your heartache, reaching your fingertips. Usually, you like the feeling of it while reading a sad book that made you sob. But at this moment, it hurts.

“S—she’s just busy.” You tremble.

“That’s bullshit. You’re forgetting that you’ve complained to me that your girlfriend hasn’t been giving you attention.”

You looked at Aera. “how much?”

“How much what?” she looked puzzled.

“How much have I been complaining?”

“...” she stared at you for a moment, before taking a deep breath. “At least every other day for weeks.” you bring your hand to your face, and you took a shaky breath as you feel an overwhelming emotion take over you.

“Listen, I’m not saying this just because I want to ruin your relationship, because I know you love her so much and that you are happy with her. But for fuck sake know your worth.” She took your hand.

“You should be with someone who will be there when you need them. I understand that she’s busy but avoiding you isn’t the answer. You should be with someone who will make time for you and is younger than her. ”

You wipe the tear that has slipped, composing yourself. “I’ll talk to her.”

You walked along the corridor, the sun was setting, and the students has retreated to their own dorm rooms. You were sure Larissa was still on her desk. Seemingly enough, you were right.

You walked in quietly, wanting to get this over with as your heart pound like someone is playing the drums. Larissa didn’t even look up to see who entered, her eyes is glued to her laptop screen.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, love.”

“How many times will I tell you to knock before coming inside?” she briefly looked in your direction before going back to typing on her laptop. She was annoyed and her patient was running on thin ice.

You thought about backing away, letting this conversation be discussed at another time. But here you are, standing in front of her desk.

“We need to talk.”

She paused, looking up at you. You saw how annoyed she was, being disturbed by her work. It’s just like how your parents look at you.

“We can talk later, dear.” she pushed away.

You shook your head. “No. Let’s talk now.”

She sighed and massage the bridge of your nose. “What?”

You looked down, feeling an overwhelming anticipation rise up from your body. You took a deep breath before saying: “You haven’t paid attention to me.” you felt your anxiety rise, and words end up in a whisper at the end.

You heard her chuckle, and you heard your heart crack.

“Y/N, that's all you want to talk about?”

“Y–yes but-”

“I’ve been busy, my dear. Running an entire school with supernatural teenagers is harder than your job.” she gritted her teeth, holding her anger. She’d been stressed by the recent activities. Wednesday has been causing trouble all over town and Sheriff Galpin has been complaining none stop.

Her anger wasn’t towards you, she just has a lot going on right now.

You felt anger bubbling all over you. “Even so, you should take a break and maybe spend time with me.”

“Not everything is about you.”

“Oh really? Coming from the person who just said that running an entire school with supernatural teenagers is harder than my job.” You retorted. You had enough of her little act.

“You know what I mean.”

“No! I don’t get what you mean! Why is work more important to me? I understand that you are keeping the school working but you need a break as well and I—”

You jumped as she slammed her hand on her desk, flinching away as she rose from her seat. “You’re acting like a child Y/N! You need to grow up and realize that not everything is about you!”

You’re acting like a child Y/N. she thinks you’re just a child. Just like everyone thinks of you being in a relationship with her.

You’re too young for her.

She’ll think you're a child.

She will have power over you.

She’s too old to be your partner.

Suddenly you feel tears in your eyes, your lips wobble in fear of her hurting you much more than she’s hurting you right now. You felt as if your heart was broken, broken into a million pieces. Maybe she wasn’t for you, you were just forcing it to work out.

Larissa paused, witnessing the damage she just caused. Your figure trembles as she towers over you. Your tears uncontrollably fall. You shield yourself against hers. She realized she became the monster she promised not to.

“Love, I–”

“Don't.”

She walked towards you, but you backed away. “You have no idea how much I’ve endured just to keep our relationship,” you said. “You have no idea how much I’ve heard people say how I should date people around my age. People say that I’m way too younger for you or you’re way too old for me. How you’ll think of me as a child.” you let everything out. The anger, the pain, the insecurities.

“I felt insecure about our relationship and you weren’t there for me! For us!” you cried, not caring about how loud you were being. “You’re always at work. I’m busy with work too but I make time for you. I wished that if I make time for you, you’d do the same.” you bring up a hand to cover your face. Your voice became hoarse and trembling.

“I guess I’m just a child.”

Her heart stung from the word she said. “No no no, you’re not a child, I was just stressed and was caught up with work.” she tried to reason out.

“Please love, I’m sorry I– I’ll make time for you. I promise. I’ll clear my schedule—”

“Too late.” she paused.

“... what?”

“Let’s end this Larissa,” you said, as you stared at her. “No please, Y/N. I’d do anything just don’t go—I’ll make time for you. Please love.” tears swell up in the corner of her eye. She wants you to stay. She needs you to stay. You were her home. The sole reason why she comes home.

“Goodbye Larissa.” You whispered, walking away from the distraught figure who is still trying to process everything.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m so sorry.” she cried out. Her knees gave in as she falls to the ground. As she heard the door close, she looked. You weren’t there anymore. You left her.

She cried that night, drinking a whole bottle of champagne. Burring her sorrow as she cried herself to sleep, hoping it was just a bad dream, and that you’d be there to comfort her when she wakes up.

You weren’t there anymore. She patted the empty side of her bed, realizing that you had left her. She cried that day, she couldn’t bring herself to go to work.

You were her last love. While she was just a love passing by, she was your second love. The love that hurts the most.

She watches you from afar. Dancing with your partner, in a beautiful white lacy dress and a veil on your hair. You were with the lover you deserve, the one who won’t be the reason she cries, the person who will make you happy, the person who will be there for you like she wished she was there.

Watches through the shadows. She brings her hand up to her neck, fidgeting with the necklace with a ring on.

It’s a bittersweet feeling, she still loves you. She never stopped loving you. She planned to propose to you after every workload she had. While trying to finish everything as early as possible, she ends up hurting you. Tears fell down her face, laughing at herself.

She would have been the one dancing with you right now.

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Shoot your shot 🏀 (Pedri x Reader)

**This one was requested by myself to myself 🤗🤭 to any man that might be reading, please take notes. An NBA match is the way to my heart 😅 any events that are the same for you? Let me know. And enjoy reading this!! ❤️**

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"What are you doing during this break?", you asked Gavi while you were treating his injury.

"Just spending time with my family".

"That's nice. But please be mindful of the injury. Don't forget about your exercise routine, ok?"

"I won't. Don't worry. What are you going to do? You get a break too, right?"

"I do, but I'm not doing anything special either. I'll just catch on sleep probably", you laughed.

Not far from where you two were chatting, Eric and Pedri were sitting, waiting for a physio to attend to them...and listening to your conversation.

"Tell her to come with us", said Eric.

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, it's the perfect excuse to spend some time together outside of work".

"And why would I want to do that? She's just our physio".

"Sure, Pedri", he said, rolling his eyes. "Everyone can see how you two act around each other".

Once you were done doing Gavi's treatment, you moved to join his teammates.

"Alright. Who needs some help?"

"Pedri", said Eric.

"Just say you don't like how I do my job, García. No need to throw me at someone else", you joked.

"Joan has a fitness plan for me, I have to wait for him".

The explanation made sense to you, but Pedri knew what was behind that request.

"Any plans for the break?", asked you Pedri, wondering if he should invite you to join theirs like Eric had suggested.

"Not really, what about you?"

"Eric and I are going to San Francisco". "Oh wow, that's fancy. What for?"

"We're watching an NBA match", said Eric, staring at your reaction and trying not to laugh.

You were the biggest basketball fan they had ever met. Once, they saw you at a Barça match and ever since, you've been having long chats about the Spanish League, the Superleague, the NBA, ...all of it. They often joked about how you were going to leave them to work with the basketball team.

"That's...you know? I'm not usually jealous of your lifestyle but I am now. I wish I had the money to do that".

It was now or never, thought Pedri. "Come with us".

Eric actually couldn't believe he had done it.

"What do you mean?"

"To the match. Come with us. We have a spare ticket so why not give it to you".

"That's too much. It's too much money and...", you kept babbling. Shocked by his offer.

"I think you should come too", said Eric.

"When are you leaving?"

"Wednesday. I could give you the details. I...I don't have your number, but...".

"I mean, if we are travelling together, I'd have to give you my number anyway", you laughed. "For any emergencies".

Seeing you and Pedri just nervously staring at each other, Eric took his friend's phone and gave it to you.

"Add your contact, then".

You bit your lip and took the phone, doing as Eric asked. It just felt...too much. Like you were overstepping. This wasn't professional but you couldn't lie and say you weren't excited about the idea of traveling to watch an NBA game. And also about the idea of spending time with Pedri. And with Eric too, of course.

"Done", you said, feeling shy all of a sudden and just trying to concentrate on your job.

"We are going to have the best time!", said Eric, winking at you and leaving you confused. And making Pedri blush.

"Hey, Eric!"

He looked up from his phone to look at you. "Hi. You're early".

"Not as early as you".

"I actually got the time wrong and I've been here for a while".

You laughed, shaking your head and sitting down next to him.

"First time on a private jet?"

"Me? Nah, it's how I always travel".

"Well, you never know", he shrugged.

"It is the first time, yes. Also first time in the US and at an NBA match. Little trip full of firsts".

Eric was itching to ask if it would be your first time with a football player, because he was sure something would happen between you and Pedri, but that was crossing a line and he didn't want to make you run away and cause Pedri to kill him.

"There he is".

You looked where he pointed and saw Pedri and another guy approaching you.

"Hi, this is my brother".

"Nice meeting you".

"Let's go inside so we can get comfortable", said Eric, leading the way.

You felt so out of place all of a sudden. There were people you didn't know and the two you knew were coworkers. Sort of. Not really friends. The only player you could probably call a friend was Gavi and he wasn't there.

Also, flying wasn't something you were scared of per se, but the idea of such a long flight wasn't the most exciting to you. Worth it, of course. But still.

"Do you need a blanket?", offered Pedri's brother while everyone was getting ready for a nap to make the flight go by faster and get some rest for the trip.

"Sure. Thanks".

But you knew you weren't going to be able to sleep knowing how high up in the sky you were. So when everyone was resting, you got your book out of the bag and started to read.

Slight turbulences distracted you sometimes and your eyes always went to the same person. Pedri. He looked so peaceful while sleeping. So...handsome. But you didn't allow yourself to go there often.

A lot of the players you worked with were handsome. Eric himself was but what you liked about Pedri was something else. Not just looks. The little glimpses of his real personality you got to see were always hard to ignore for you because you liked what you saw. A lot.

"You can't sleep?", his voice took you out of the story you were then so immersed in.

"No, it's fine. I'll sleep when we get there".

"I could ask for a sleeping tablet or something. It's too many hours awake and the jet lag...".

"I'll be fine, Pedri", you said, smiling at his worry. "But thank you".

"Do you want to watch a movie with me while they are sleeping?"

You nodded, book now forgotten.

It was so weird to be sitting next to him. Arms almost touching. But it was also weird to feel weirded out by that since your job meant you were touching him all the time. Yet it was different. This wasn't you treating an injury.

Still, his presence relaxed you and soon you ended up falling asleep. Pedri noticed after a couple of minutes, when your head started to get closer to his shoulder.

He couldn't wake you up, he reasoned. You needed the sleep. So he just continued watching the movie, enjoying the weight of your head on his shoulder and the scent of your shampoo. He was never going to move on from this crush now.

Hearing movement behind you made you wake up and realize the position you were in. How embarrassing.

"Sorry".

"It's fine, you didn't bother me at all".

Eric walked past you two on his way to the bathroom and smirked at Pedri when he saw you sitting together. Now he only needed to get you alone at some point during the trip. And he had an idea of what to do.

"We are going to lose her", said Eric and you could barely hear him because seeing the outside of the basketball stadium had hypnotized you.

When you felt a hand grabbing your arm, you turned to see it was Eric who stopped you from walking further so you wouldn't separate from the group.

"Sorry. This is just so unbelievable. How am I even here?"

"All thanks to Pedri", said Eric, putting his right arm around his friend's shoulders to bring him close while he used his other arm to do the same to you.

Before you knew it, he had moved back and now you were standing next to Pedri, who was trying not to shake his head at his friend's actions. He was being too obvious.

"Is this a bad time to say I'm a Lakers fan?", you asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Well, you're going to lose then".

"We'll see".

While you were finding your seats, a journalist asked Pedri and Eric if they had a few minutes to do a quick interview and they said yes. So you waited until they were done to sit and seeing they were both sitting together, you just moved to sit next to Eric.

"Why are you sitting here?"

"So Pedri can sit next to his brother", wasn't it the obvious thing to do?

You noticed Eric frowning but didn't stop to think why he was doing it. He was thinking about how he should have thought of a plan so you two were sitting together. But thankfully, he came up with a simple idea quickly.

"I need to pee before the game starts", he said, standing up and leaving.

You took a quick look at the seat Eric left empty and saw Pedri picking up his phone out of the corner of your eye. That reminded you about yours and so you started to take photos and videos of the place.

Pedri was surprised to see a text from Eric but when he read it, he let out a little chuckle. He'd have to repay the favour if his friend ever crushed on a girl like he was crushing on you.

"Sorry! Sorry! ...I didn't mean to step on your foot, sorry", you turned to see Eric returning to your seats, and struggling. "Guys! Move so I don't have to step on more feet".

"Smooth!", said Pedri under his breath.

"What was that?", you asked.

"Nothing".

But he did move and now he was sitting next to you.

The match was pretty entertaining and you kept chatting with Pedri about it, despite how loud it was.

"Popcorn?", he offered, moving the bag in your direction.

"Thank you".

And he kept offering you more, just by moving the bag so you could reach it easily, until he just decided to put it between your seats.

"Cute", said his brother, and Pedri slapped his leg so he would shut up but only made him laugh.

At half-time, only you and Pedri stayed in your seats thanks to another one of Eric's interventions.

"Are you having a good time?"

"Yes, this is even better than I expected. And I had high expectations", you laughed.

"Same".

Pedri moved away from you a little so he could take his hoodie off. It was warmer than he expected.

"Do you always wear that same hoodie? I think you can afford to buy a few more".

Pedri rolled his eyes and pretended he was leaving offended, so you grabbed his arm and made him sit down again. You've touched him so many times at work, but that felt different again.

"I mean, it does look good on you. But I was wondering if it was like a lucky charm or something too".

He tried not to stay on the thought of you thinking he looked good for too long. "No, I just like it and I'm boring, I guess".

By the time the match ended, you didn't even care about Lakers losing. Just being there had been so amazing, the result was secondary.

And also, you were all really tired, so it was time to go to the hotel and rest. Another long day awaited you tomorrow.

Everyone fell silent when you got to the table where the boys were having breakfast.

"Were you talking about me?", you joked. But they actually had been.

"No, just about today".

"What are the plans?"

"We'll go meet a couple of players we met before when we were here", explained Eric. "And then we are going to a baseball match".

"Baseball?", that didn't sound very appealing but you guessed it made sense to go to all the American sports.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to. Pedri isn't coming. You could go see the city with him while Fer and I are at the match".

Pedri tried not to react to Eric's kick but kicked him back.

"You sure you don't want to go to that match?", you asked him and he nodded. "Then I guess we could go play tourist. I don't mind going alone but it's good to have company".

"And it'd be good to have the two English translators with the people who don't speak English".

"Eric, stop pretending you're bilingual. She speaks English so much better than you", said Pedri, making you blush.

Plans were made while food was being eaten and then it was time to go meet some basketball players. You couldn't deny how excited you were about that. You had met the whole Barça squad, of course. But these were NBA players.

You felt like you looked so out of place there but everyone was being nice to you so far. Even if they had no clue who you were and what you were doing there.

"Which one do you belong to?", asked one of the players, pointing at the men you were with and making you raise an eyebrow.

"I belong to myself. But since you mean which one is my boyfriend, the answer is none of them. We are just friends".

Eric noticed the one you looked at when saying that was Pedri. But Pedri didn't know what was going on because Eric was right when he pointed out he barely spoke English.

What he did know was that some of the players were flirting with you. No need to understand what they said when he could see the way they looked at you when they talked. But you weren't interested, at all.

"Ask her out. She'll say yes and then you won't have to be jealous all the time".

"Eric, I'm not jealous".

"Right...just do something while you two are alone. It's exhausting for me to just see you being so stupid".

And Eric wasn't wrong. He had to do something.

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"Gavi is so silly", you said to Pedri, looking at your phone.

"But he's your favourite", he joked. But it was something that bothered him a bit. Even if you two acted more like siblings than two people who liked each other in a romantic way but...Gavi got too much of your attention. And that was attention Pedri didn't get.

"I'm not allowed to have favourites, Pedro".

"And yet...".

Being alone with him for a couple of hours had made you a bit more confident. Also noticing how Eric was always trying to push you to be with Pedri. Perhaps he felt the same way about you as you felt about him.

"No need to be jealous".

He laughed at being called jealous a second time in just one day. But both times, it was true.

"I'm just wondering what he has that I don't, you know?"

"He's more reckless on the pitch so recovery takes longer".

"I get kicked a lot".

You looked at him and...was he pouting?

"And it's also easier to spend more time with him than with you", you confessed, but he didn't understand what you were saying and you noticed it straight away. "I don't mean it in the way you think, but the opposite".

"Spell it for me then", he said and your heart sunk seeing his hurt look.

"Gavi is my friend. Just that. You are...you".

"That's not really explaining much", he added, but his look had changed from hurt to curious.

"I don't have a crush on Gavi".

There it was. No way back now after that confession.

"That's not a line I hear often", he joked, making you laugh. "And...the feeling is mutual. About the crush, I mean".

"You don't have a crush on Gavi either? He'll be devastated".

Pedri chuckled before walking in front of you so you stopped moving.

"Can I kiss you?", he asked, and you nodded.

Yes, that wasn't very professional. You didn't even know if it was allowed but you'd worry about it when the time came. First, it was time to enjoy the kiss you had been dreaming about for months.

One of the first things Eric did when he got back to the hotel was call Pedri to see how your date had gone.

"Nothing happened".

"You've got to be kidding me! Do you want me to go on the dates with you to tell you what to do?"

"Just leave it. Let's enjoy our last day here tomorrow. It's fine".

"So stupid...the both of you!"

Pedri couldn't help but laugh seeing how annoyed his friend looked. And he laughed again after telling you about the conversation.

The next day, your final day there, was a repeat of the first one. Eric trying to get you alone with Pedri all the time. But what he didn't know was that whenever that happened, you really made the best of that alone time. And when Eric and Fer were back, it was back to pretending for the both of you. You were having a great time teasing them like that.

But all good things come to an end and soon you found yourself on the jet, on the way back to Barcelona. Same as on the first flight, the boys decided to go take a nap. And same as on that other flight, you couldn't sleep.

This time, however, Pedri didn't want a nap either. So he invited you to watch another movie with him. He brought you closer to him so you could cuddle and his warmth made you fall asleep almost immediately.

He wanted to remain awake to both fully enjoy the feeling of having you in his arms and to make sure no one saw you like that. But he was very tired too and soon his eyes started to close.

It was when Pedri wasn't still fully asleep that he noticed a presence near him. Eric.

"Nothing happened, right?"

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the pain of letting you go- e.m (pt 10)

Pairing: Ex!Eddie Munson x Ex!AFAB!Reader

Summary: eddie has a solo therapy session and a sit down talk with wayne about everything that’s been going on

Warnings: angst, eddie pov, mentions of past trauma and abuse (please don’t read if the topic is sensitive for you), crying, eddie having a breakthrough, wayne being the g.o.a.t and talking some sense into his nephew, cliffhanger ending

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: part ten of the series is here! can’t believe it’s almost done, it feels unreal. thank you to everyone for the continued support! reminder: if the topic is sensitive for you, please do not read. also, my two years of taking psychology in high school really came to play in this chapter, so if it doesn't make all kinds of sense, be gentle with my fuzzy brain recollection ! one last thing: eddie's backstory might sound a lot like billy's but that's just how i think it would be in this series! enjoy! :) -sava

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“Do you want to start by telling me what brings you here today?” The lady in front of him asks, her notepad open and a pen situated between her index finger and thumb. Eddie shifts, readjusting his sitting position on the stiff couch in the spacious office as he looks back at the therapist in front of him.

He did exactly what he said he would. He got home that day that Christopher got in the fight and dialed Jonathan Byers’s home number, asking for the name and number of the therapist he and Will used to see back in Hawkins when their parents were getting their divorce. He thanked the man and hung up, quickly dialing the number Jonathan provided and made the first available appoint for the Monday after Thanksgiving, thanks to a recent cancellation.

Everything he said that day was true, he wanted to make it up to you and he would put the work in for that to happen. He spent the holiday alone, except for the breakfast he had with Wayne before he went back to bed to prepare for his shift at the plant that night. He mentioned wanting to talk with the boy, concerned about his lack of Thanksgiving plans. Eddie hadn’t really kept Wayne in the loop with everything that has happened between you and him, not wanting his uncle to look at him differently for acting so stupid. He was already beating himself up over the situation, he didn’t need more people he loved to turn against him.

“I’ve been an idiot lately,” he tells her simply, crossing his arms in front of him, putting a barrier between his heart and the unfamiliar woman. She smiles a little, looking at her notes before turning back to him.

“Happens to the best of us sometimes. Care to elaborate?” She questions, raising a brow. Eddie lets out a sigh, before opening his mouth to speak once more.

“I asked my wife for a separation, for a really stupid reason, and now that we’re not together anymore, I-I feel nothing but regret and I just want her back,” he explains.

She takes a moment to write in her notebook, before turning back to Eddie. She examines him for a moment, looking him over and Eddie squirms under her intense stare. Therapy was new territory for him. He often wondered how much better his life could’ve been if he attended regularly as a kid, but with money being tight and his asshole father not seeing the point, it was never a solid option. He probably could’ve saved himself a lot of heartache and trouble if he had a healthy outlet to express himself like this, really talking about his problems instead of blasting music and getting high to forget all the troubles the universe threw his way.

“This ‘stupid’ reason you said…what exactly was it? What led you to want to separate from your wife?” She inquires. Another sigh leaves Eddie’s lips as he braces for judgement.

“I-I’m in a band, called Corroded Coffin. I have this bandmate, his name’s Gareth. He made some silly joke about my rockstar image being ‘tainted’ because I’m married to the only girl I’ve ever dated and been with sexually, and already have a kid. Like I said, it’s really stupid, but, I guess I just…let it get to me.”

“And why do you think that is?”

“Why do you keep asking why?” Eddie snaps a little, already getting a little irritated. “I thought you were supposed to tell me all that. Tell me what’s wrong with me so I can go and make shit better.”

“We have to work through it to get to the root of the problem, first. Together,” she answers him, sending him a sweet smile. He huffs, pressing himself further into the uncomfortable couch. “Now, is what your friend Gareth said true? That you’ve only been with one girl your whole life?”

“Yeah, it is. No one ever looked at me that way before Y/N and I started dating, and it just felt right. Then she got pregnant, and we got married after she graduated,” Eddie explains a bit.

“Did you feel like you married Y/N out of obligation? Because you got her pregnant?”

He takes a moment to think. To reflect on the entire 8 years you spent together in a romantic relationship, and the years before that you spent as friends. He always loved spending time with you, whether you were friends or more than that. He remembers the time he realized he had feelings for you:

The summer of 1982 was hotter than you both wanted it be, even at night. You and Eddie were hanging out in his trailer, listening to his Black Sabbath album ‘Mob Rules’, blasting it with the windows wide open for the whole trailer park to hear. You both were on your third beer of the night, not wanting to celebrate the Fourth of July at the annual fair Hawkins threw every year thanks to Mayor Kline, but instead just having a relaxing night in the trailer, which is why it was okay for you both to blast the music after quiet hours began.

You were both laughing at some silly joke you said about his neighbor’s cat, the alcohol evident in your system and the fuzziness swirling around in both of your brains making any and every thing sound like the best joke in the world. He noticed how sweet your laughter was, and the way your nose crinkled when you giggled at his jokes, your lips curling into the brightest smile he’s ever seen and how you tilt your head back when you found something particularly funny.

The butterflies were beginning to swirl in his stomach when you flopped on the bed next to him, laughing so hard he thought you’d pee all over his bed and stain it further, since you’d already gone several times that night thanks to the alcohol in your system. He thought he could just laugh at hearing your laugh for the rest of his life, seeing the bright twinkle in your eye when he turned towards you and heat spreading to his cheeks thanks to the staring.

The laughter died down, the two of you looking at each other with soft eyes and reaching for each other. He grabbed your arm, running his ring clad hand up and down your soft skin, and you went to brush his growing mane out of his face. He felt his heart beating so fast in his chest, thinking it might pop out of him and explode all over your pretty outfit, which was a low cut tank top and high waisted shorts due to the heat, not that Eddie was complaining.

It felt sudden when you pressed your lips to his, but he didn’t care all that much as he quickly melted into your touch, bringing the hand that was once rubbing up and down your arm to cup your face gently. The two of you had been friends for a while, but it wasn’t weird to be kissing in that moment. The heat that was created between the two of you as your lips moved against each other felt so nice and comforting. Like it was bound to happen any day. Like Eddie always said: It just felt right.

“No, I didn’t feel like I needed to marry her out of obligation. Her parents maybe think that, since they kept hinting towards it throughout the pregnancy, but I didn’t feel pressured by them or her. I did it because I wanted to,” he finally answers the woman before him. She nods at his answer and quickly scribbles something in her notebook again.

“And why did you want to? Think back at how you felt around that time in your life. What made you decide you wanted to spend the rest of your life with her in the first place?”

“Being with her made me feel truly happy for the first time in my life. I had a shit childhood and everyone bullied me up until I graduated at my third attempt at a senior year, but whenever we were together, even before we were dating, it felt like I didn’t have to worry about ever being unhappy. I just felt-I felt like maybe life didn’t have to suck as much as I used to think it did.”

“Good, that’s good. I think we’re starting to get somewhere. Can you talk to me more about your childhood?” The therapist asks, readjusting her position in the chair in front of him, crossing a leg above her knee and readjusting her notepad. Eddie’s breath hitches for a moment, swallowing it down quickly after. He never reveled in the details about his childhood too often. The last time he had to was some comment Christopher made about a family tree he had to make for school, and he had asked about where his mother and father were and why he only had one set of grandparents he went to visit during the holidays. It wasn’t a lengthy conversation between him and his son, not like it was when he told you all those years ago. He wanted to save that story for when Chris was significantly older. Please, it all still felt very fresh, as if it was happening yesterday.

“Um, yeah…yeah I can. My mom, she was the sweetest woman. Always did her best to care for me a provide some kind of normal childhood with what little we had. But my dad…he was a total prick. An angry drunk who used to beat us every time we breathed wrong. He and my mom would fight a lot, arguing about money and other pointless shit in the end. But it always ended in him ‘winning’, getting a few too many smacks in and taking it out on me when I would try to defend her,” Eddie begins, his hands clasped in front of him as he leans forward on his knees, one leg bouncing uncontrollably as he speaks.

“One day, thinks got a little too heated between the two of them because he lost his job at the body shop he worked at, being drunk on the clock and all. They got into a screaming match, apparently, because money was becoming tighter and tighter, and when he lost his job, my mom was the only one with a stable income coming in. He…he hit her. No, not hit. He punched her. He was going at her and just hurting her worse than he ever had. She ended up in the hospital, broken ribs and eye swollen shut, but panicking about how much it would cost her instead of worrying about her injuries. But she figured it out and once she was better, she left Hawkins. S-she promised she’d come back and get me, and we’d go live in a city together where we didn’t have to deal with that asshole, but after two months of getting the brunt of all his anger about it, I lost hope. Then six months after she left, my dad got locked up and I was put in my Uncle Wayne’s care.”

She nods at his words, taking in all the information spilled at her in such a short amount of time as she writes faster than Eddie thought anyone could. Eddie’s chest feels tight as his mind brings him back to his past. The pain from his father’s fists and the smacking sound he’d create against his chubby pre-teen face still fresh and the exact reason he was so worried when Christopher got into a fight at school. Sure, Eddie knew how to defend himself against bullies when the time called for it, but he tried to not get physical when he felt the need to get violent. The fight with his son, plus the smack you landed on his face when he was being a jealous dickhead about Steve, took him back to the small house he lived in on the outskirts of Hawkins with his father’s harsh words ringing in his ears and horrible actions making his skin sting.

“Do you ever find yourself running away from conflict, Eddie?” The therapist asks, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Um…yeah, I guess sometimes I do. But Y/N and I didn’t have any conflict when I asked for the separation, it was because of what Gareth said,” he replies. She hums to herself, raising her eyebrows a bit a shaking her head.

“But what if it was something deeper than that?” She ponders.

“What do you mean?”

She closes the notebook momentarily, setting it on the side table closest to her chair and clasping her hands in front of her. “What if you had a deeper reasoning, something that didn’t click into place until your friend said the joke. Eddie, with all the stuff you just told me, it sounds like the abandonment your mother caused you to feel could have something to do with this, as well as a bit of self sabotage.”

The abandonment was spot on, with the grudge he still held for his mother for leaving him in the hands of an abusive piece-of-shit still very present. But self sabotage? What on earth could he have been sabotaging? And for what reason?

“I’m going to need you to elaborate further, doc,” he pleads.

“Well, you said you never felt truly happy until you were with Y/N. Things were going good between you, so there could’ve been a small part of you just waiting for things to get bad again. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. So instead of you going through any sort of pain on the receiving end, you initiated the bad stuff before it could happen to you. And running away similar to how your mother did, but not exactly the same,” she explains to him.

Eddie feels as if a lightbulb went off over his head as he listens to what she says. It all makes sense, because there was always a small part of him that told him he never deserved anything good in his life, words his father would spew at him continuing to stay with him many years later. He finally felt happy and let his head overthink that, not truly being able to soak up the feeling and throwing away the best thing he’s ever witnessed in his life. The words the therapist said, mixed with the insecurity of his lack of experience, all made Eddie feel semi-better about knowing what exactly led him to acting so stupid.

As happy as he was to get to the root of the problem, he felt like even more of an idiot for doing so and putting you through the shit that was going on with him. What if he managed to get this kind of help earlier, before acting on Gareth’s words and being a mini manwhore? What if he just talked about how he was feeling instead of keeping it to himself and letting you suffer in the process?

“That actually makes a lot of sense doc…thank you,” he breathes out.

“That’s why I’m here. I think we’ve made some great progress for today, and I’d like to try and see you once more before your family session coming up in a couple of weeks. Talk to the receptionist out front and see where they can squeeze you in,” the therapist says, standing from her chair and extending her hand to him. He shakes it as he stands himself, digging his hands in his pocket before walking out of the room and out into the lobby where the front desk is located.

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Staring at Wayne’s truck in the driveway, Eddie takes a deep breath before turning the engine to his van off. Exiting the vehicle, he takes the few steps until he reaches the porch, climbing the stairs and walking in the front door. Wayne’s figure is relaxing in his recliner, feet extended as he watches a show on the tiny television. He meets his nephews eyes, Eddie giving him a shy wave before setting his keys on the kitchen counter.

“Hey boy,” Wayne greets him, pushing the recliner back into the regular sitting position and standing. He walks over towards the kitchen, his arms extending and wrapping around his nephew quickly. “How’ve you been boy?”

Eddie shakes his head, laughing a little as he looks to the floor. “Not good Uncle Wayne. Pretty far from being okay, if I'm being honest”

“C’mere son, lets sit down and talk,” he gestures towards the kitchen table, the two chairs already situated a bit for people to just slide it, the two men having a habit of not pushing them in. Eddie sits down, wringing his hands together as he rests the against the table. Wayne slides in, taking a sip of his drink as he looks at his nephew. “Tell me what’s been going on with you and Y/N.”

Eddie’s eyes shoot up to meet Wayne's, panic in his face hearing his uncle say the words. Wayne hated gossip, so there was no way someone else managed to tell him the situation before he did, right?l

“How did you-“

“Now you know as well as I do how fast word travels in this damn town. I may not like to gossip, but my ears do perk up when they’re talking about my nephew. I would’ve liked to hear it from you though, so talk to me son,” he explains, cutting the younger man off.

“M’sorry Wayne, I just didn’t want you to be mad at me and be disappointed in me. I've already put you through enough shit...I-I just didn't want to add onto that,” Eddie admits, hanging his head low in shame, staring at the wooden table and tracing the cravings he did years ago with his fingertips.

“Eddie I could never be disappointed in you, and I mean that.”

“Thanks Wayne, I appreciate that,” he pauses, continuing to trace the carvings. “I really screwed things up with Y/N. I got in my head and let her go…and now I feel horrible. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever done, and you know me, it says a lot.”

“Yeah son, I do know you. And you’re right, that is the worst thing you’ve ever done,” Wayne tells him. Eddie’s eyes widen, staring at his uncle crazily, a breathy laugh leaving his lips. “No, Eddie, I’m serious. I’ve seen how that girl has changed your life for the better, and leaving her like that was just cruel. She and that boy of yours love you so much, but I can’t for the life of me understand why you did it, because I know how crazy you are about her. So what the hell?”

Eddie frowns, hearing the disappointment in his uncle’s voice. He knew how stupid it was letting the one person other than Wayne who has ever treated him with any kind of love that he deserved go like he did, trading the simple family life for the rockstar life he’s always dreamed of. But now that he had that rockstar life, he hated what he gave up in order to have it. Losing you and your son wasn’t worth all the potential record deals and never having to worry about money again.

“I know Wayne…I know I messed up. But I’m trying to do better-I am going to do better. I just came back from a therapy session, and we’re going to go as a family so I can see just how much this has effected them and see what I can do to be good to them. I want to be back in their lives and come home to my family every night and tuck my son in without him hating me. I want to lay in bed with my wife at night and hear all about her day and hold her in my arms as we fall asleep, then wake up and do it all over again. I never thought that’d be something I could want, much less have, but now that it’s almost out of my grasp?” Eddie stops, feeling the tears fall down his pale cheeks as he tries his best to compose himself in front of his uncle, turning away and rubbing his eyes with his thumb.

He keeps the sobs to himself, not wanting to look more pathetic than he already felt. He knew it was stupid to cry over his own mistakes, but it just showed how much he cared for you and Christopher. He loves you both so much, and despite everything, he wants nothing but happiness for the both of you, whether that includes him in your lives or not.

Wayne stands from his chair, walking over and taking Eddie’s figure in his own, wrapping his arms around the boy’s shoulder and holding Eddie’s head close to his figure with his free hand. Eddie immediately hugs him back, his face burying into one of Wayne’s legs as he turns his head to the side, looking out at the living room before closing his eyes once more, fresh tears spilling over the edge.

“I don’t want to lose them, Wayne. I can’t,” Eddie mumbles out. Wayne nods, patting his nephew’s head as he tries to soothe him.

“I know boy, I know. But you have to keep putting in the work. I know you love them, and they still love you, I can see it when I see Y/N around town sometimes with the way she still manages to flash me a smile. So go and be a better man for them, the husband and father they need you to be and get your head out of your ass,” Wayne says.

Eddie smiles a little, pulling away from his uncle and rubbing his tears on his sleeve. He was going to do whatever you needed him to in order to be on good terms again. He knew things wouldn’t magically heal over night and that he’d be welcomed back to his home with open arms next time you saw both of them, so he would wait as long as he needs for you to be ready and let him back into your life.

That is, if you still really wanted him there.

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Hi! I hope you’re doing well! I’ve been reading what you’ve done I want to let you know they’ve turned out amazing. I wanted to ask if you don’t mind doing a Rocky x Reader x Jesse.

Maybe Rocky and Reader had been dating for a long time and Rocky had started to focus more so on the girls at the club. Forgetting to take care and pay attention to Reader because of the club and girls. Reader has tried to talk to him and he tells her she’s being selfish and they need to protect women. (He is actually trying to take care of them. Not sleep or do other things. He’s more focused on work) Reader finally gets tired and leave him. Rocky gets sad but tries to move on by throwing himself into his work. S.W.O.R.D has a meeting and the Mighty Warriors are invited as well. While at the meeting Rocky sees Reader with the Warriors and tries to talk to her. Jesse steps in and lets him know to leave her a lone and she’s with them. Jesse tells him that even though he’s all about helping women he needs to look more within because he hurt the one women he should have protected but not to worry about it anymore and that it’s his job now.

You're Gone | Rocky x Reader x Jesse

↡ Pairing | Rocky x Reader x Jesse ↡ AU? No | ↡ Word Count | 1023

↡ A/N | I kind of died, and that is completely my bad. I'll also be starting my Alice in Borderland and AOUAD masterlists at some point this week. hehe, sorry!

↡ Warnings | Angst and a few cutesy moments between Reader and Mighty Warriors

M.LIST H&L LIST

You had met Rocky when you were on the way to your job. He had been kind enough to offer a ride and that is where it started. You kept meeting him and eventually you both started to date. He was everything, at least to you.

When he started focusing on Club Haven and the girls there, he stopped giving you attention and the time of day. It hurt and you had been putting off confronting him or talking to him to see if you both could do something. He was also in and out of meetings, paying attention to the other girls, and not even looking at you when he left your shared apartment. Occasionally he'd come home late or never came home at all.

But one of the days, you had enough. You went to Club Haven and tried to talk to Rocky.

"I'm just asking for you to pay attention to me. You've quit doing that. Rocky, please." Your heart was breaking as he just stared at you with annoyance, clicking his cuffs open and closed. "Are you going to sit there and say nothi-"

"Selfish." He muttered.

"What?" Your eyes widened as the word fell from his mouth, something you'd never heard him say.

"You are being selfish, I'm here all the time to protect those women and you want my attention so you can feel better about yourself?"

"That is not what I mean-"

"Except it is. Go Y/N, go home and don't bother coming back here. I don't even want to talk nor see your face right now." He clicks his tongue in annoyance and looks over at Koo. A feeling of regret washes over you, your heart finally pinging with the final pain.

After that, you had gone to the park and cried. You had never done that before and as you did, you couldn't help but hear that word replaying in your mind over and over again. Selfish. You were selfish to him. You were nothing. He didn't have time for you and he'd never have it again.

"Are you okay?" Someone speaks as they sit next to you. You turn to face them, they had blonde hair with the roots being dark, a leopard jacket and looked at you with a puzzled expression.

"Yeah," You wipe your tears. "Just stupid guy troubles."

"Doesn't sound very stupid if you are crying over it," He looks into your eyes, you can't read what is deep within his irises but there is a sincere look to him. At first glance, you'd think he was just another person who had issues with the SWORD leaders but if that were true then he wouldn't be sitting with you right now.

So, you told him everything. You told him about how Rocky had stopped sleeping, coming home, and paying attention to you. How it affected your mental health and how you loved him desperately but didn't think he felt the same way. He listened. He seemed calm, gave you good advice, and even made you feel seen. You hadn't felt this for a while and it felt really good. Something about him was calling you.

"Hey, my friends and I are planning on moving into this bigger club and living there. You want to join us?" He asked, getting up and turning to you. "The name's Jesse by the way."

"Sure, Y/N." Even if you had just met him, something screamed about trustfulness. He was very nice to you and you hadn't experienced that in the longest time.

☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ Time Skip ~4 months~

"If we let the Iemura family take down sword, we will lose." Cobra spoke, his voice not faltering for a second, "Which is why I called this meeting, and despite the old battles we have had, I thought we should bring Mighty Warriors into this too."

Jesse wasn't one for public PDA so he only ever had you close to him and far from others. He let's Ice speak for the group as he isn't the M.W's leader. You had noticed him, and Jesse was aware of that. Directly in front of you sat White Rascals, Rocky staring at you. Although it had been a while since you last spoken there was still that feeling of pain and regret that lingered in your heart.

When Cobra and the rest of the groups stopped talking, everyone was ready to head out. You could hear Rocky speak your name as he got closer to you.

"Y/N!" He pushed past a few people before a hand landed on his chest, stopping him from getting closer to you. Your eyes stinged and you knew why.

Jesse was the one in front of him. "Sarah, take Y/N and go. I'll be out there in a second."

With that, Sarah walked with you out. The air surrounding the meeting was upsetting.

"What the hell are you doing? I wanted to talk to her, you aren't her guard dog." Rocky rasped at Jesse who seemed unamused by his attempt at sounding threatening.

"If she wanted to talk to you, she would." He spoke lowly, not wanting to drag attention to where they were nor to what they were speaking about.

Rocky looks taken aback as he stares at Jesse, "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"

"No, but you should leave her alone. She's with us now, people that care about her and give her attention when she needs it." He takes a little silence before continuing, "You are supposed to protect women, your moto is that you don't hurt them and yet you hurt that one. She's healing, she's getting better, and she got tired of you not giving her anything."

"I-" He attempts to speak but can't find the right words to say. Rocky threw himself onto his work after you had left, trying to get rid of the void that he knew he created himself when you had left. And all he could do was watch as Jesse turned and walked out, a little part of him dying inside.

↡ Mutuals | @talusional @dillpick

#elixirol0gy #high and low fanfic #high and low #highandlowfanfic #frothing at the mouth #fluff #high and low rocky #high and low jesse #mighty warriors jesse #mighty warriors #highandlowangst

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misted-buttercup-enjoyer · 8 months

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UT Month Day 10: Snowdin

“Here we are in Snowdin!” Chara did jazz hands while presenting Frisk with the small settlement. “When monsterkind first ventured forth from the Ruins, some monsters with thick warm fur to keep them safe from frostbite settled down among the white powdered snow. How is it snowing down here? We don’t know. And we don’t need to! I still want to, though.”

Yes, on the subject of I– Frisk thought. But as usual, Chara kept talking instead of elaborating about themself, at all. Not that Frisk was going to pressure Chara to talk about things they didn’t want too, but for some reason Chara rarely lingered on themself or their feelings, focusing most of their sentences on Frisk. “You” was prized highly over “I.”

“Now,” muttered Chara, “Listen closely. Monsters come in all different shapes and sizes and subspecies. Some are more humanoid than others. They’ll probably think you’re just another monster, at least in town. Or, so I hope. Be careful, though.”

Frisk nodded, tracing their fingers across the “Welcome to Snowdin!” sign before entering the store. A small ringlet of silver bells hung on the door, clinking welcomingly as Frisk stepped into the cozy wooden room. Behind the counter stood a purple bunny monster. Frisk waved, stomach fidgeting a bit with nerves. Would this monster lady fight them right-here-right-now if they were recognized as human?

“Hello traveller, how can I help you?” she greeted them cheerily. Chara gave a sigh of relief and Frisk grinned.

“Can I–have one–of those?” requested Frisk, pointing to the warm, sugary-looking, bunny-shaped cinnamon bun in the display case.

“Certainly, if you can pay for it,” agreed the store lady, politely ignoring Frisk’s stutter as she bagged up the cinnamon bunny. Frisk rooted around their pocket, praying they could afford some food. Lucky for them, they had just enough to pay for it!

“There goes the last of our money,” commented Chara apprehensively. “Well, you do need to eat…”

Frisk started digging in right away, heedless to the sugary stickiness getting on their face, sweater sleeves, and even in their hair. Their young age led to messy eating.

“So–what’s–some town–his–story?” asked Frisk.

The store lady didn’t seem to judge Frisk for their messy eating. “Think back to your history class…A long time ago, monsters lived in the Ruins back there in the forest,” explained the store lady. “Long story short, we all decided to leave the Ruins and head for the end of the caverns. Along the way, some fuzzy folk decided they liked the cold and set up camp in Snowdin.”

It’s just like you were telling me! Frisk thought at Chara. Chara nodded, as if listening for some detail they couldn’t find.

“Oh, and don't think about trying to explore the Ruins… The door’s been locked for ages. So unless you’re a ghost or can burrow through the door, forget about it!”

Chara, maybe we should try heading there! Most of the time in the books I’ve read or games I’ve played if there’s somewhere you’re told you can’t go to, you should go there!

“Frisk, remember? The Ruins was where Toriel lived. You just left there.”

Oh yeah. Frisk took another bite and chewed more slowly. I forgot what it was called.

“What should–I do–in Snow–din?” asked Frisk.

“You want to know what to do here in Snowdin? Grillby’s has food, and the library has information. If you’re tired, you can take a nap at the inn. It’s right next door–my sister runs it.”

“Oh, con–gratu–lat–ions!” stuttered Frisk.

“Having a sister isn’t really meant to be something you say ‘Congratulations’ for, just for social reference,” Chara noted absently.

Frisk nodded impatiently.

The store lady went on. “And if you’re bored, you can sit outside and watch those wacky skeletons do their thing. There’s two of ‘em. Brothers, I think. They just showed up one day and…asserted themselves. The town has gotten a lot more interesting since then.”

Frisk giggled. I know all about the skeleton brothers. Frisk shoved the last of their cinnamon bunny in their mouth and licked their fingers clean. They ran their tongue over their teeth and tried to squeeze out any remaining pieces of food. When they were satisfied that their mouth was finally devoid of all the syrupy deliciousness, for better or for worse, they asked, “How’s life?”

“Life is the same as usual.” For once, the store lady looked slightly discouraged. “A little claustrophobic. But…we all know deep down that freedom is coming, don’t we?” She smiled gently. Frisk tucked their dark hair behind their ears reverently as the store lady continued in a soft tone of voice. “As long as we got that hope, we can grit our teeth and face the same struggles, day after day…That’s life, ain’t it?”

Frisk nodded. Without a word they waved goodbye and exited the shop.

I feel bad for her, Frisk told Chara.

Chara nodded, looking a tad uncomfortable.

I feel guilty, added Frisk.

Chara flitted their gaze over Frisk’s face and sighed. “Listen to me. Look at me and listen to me. I never thought in a million years I’d be saying anything like this, but…”

They referenced themself directly almost five times, marvelled Frisk. I think that’s a new record!

“It’s not your fault for being born human.” A brief pause, a deep breath from Chara. “You are not obligated to give your soul to anyone or any cause if you want to keep living. You do not belong to a prophecy. You belong to yourself. You. Don’t. Owe. Them. Anything. They’re trying to kill you. The situation has changed.”

I guess so.

“You know so. Now, who’s ready to explore Snowdin?!”

I’m ready to explore Snowdin!!!

“Good!”

#ut month 2023 #ut month #snowdin town #utmonth2023 #snowdin #undertale #undertale fanfiction #oneshot #fanfic oneshot #undertale oneshot #my fanfiction

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VALENTINE'S PRESENT

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

VALENTINE’S PRESENT

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Annie has a surprise for his husband.

Warnings: it’s just sex hahahaha.

A/N: none.

Word count: 2047

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

GIF's not mine, you can find the credits in the gif :)

I also know the one in the gif is Ari, but I don't care it works hahahaha.

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Andy and Annie arrived home after a lovely dinner in a cute little restaurant in Newton. Andy paid Maddy, the 15 year-old nanny he hired to take care of Jake for the night. They checked on Jake who was sounded asleep spread across his bed and walked to their room. As soon as the door closed Andy took her by the waist and kissed her.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night long!”

“You kissed me at the restaurant.”

“Yeah, I know,” he kissed her more, “But I couldn’t take your clothes off, now I can! Come here!”

“Wait, wait!”

“No, I don’t want to wait! I wanna fuck you until you forget your name.”

“Eager, but I have a surprise for you, so how about you sit down, and I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” Andy raised his brow, “Then we can fuck.” Andy smiled, nodded and sat on the corner of the bed. “Good boy!”

Annie walked to their closet and closed the doors. She took out the pink box from Love Seduction Lingerie she had hidden in one of the many drawers in the closet. She discarded her clothes and put on the red lace baby doll along with the g-string. Annie stood in front of the mirror sinking in her image, she tighten the ribbon in between her breast to make them look a bit bigger, and the bow she made was a nice touch to the look.

“Honey?!” Annie turned around, the doors were still closed, “Is everything ok?”

“Yes, just a second!” She sprayed a bit of her body mist, took a deep breath and walked to the room. Andy was staring down the window and she leaned against the frame of the closet. “Baby?”

Andy turned around, his mouth hanged open when he saw her. She lick her lips and smiled at him.

“Happy Valentine’s day.” Andy began walking towards her, “Sit on the bed.”

“But I…”

“Amuse me, would you?” Andy sat back down and Annie made her way to stand in between his legs. Andy’s hands reach to her hips and Annie slammed them, “You are not allowed to touch me.”

“What? Honey, that’s not fair! How you expect me not to touch you when you look that ravishing!”

“If you behave I’ll let you touch me,” she began swaying her hips, “but if you don’t,” She leaned in to his ear and whispered, “then I’ll have to punish you.” Andy growled. “Are we clear?”

“Yes, honey.”

“Good!” She kept moving, her hands roaming over her body, touching her breast, “Do you like the outfit baby?” She said with a sweet teasing tone.

“Yes, Oh god, yes!”

“Aw!” she made a sad face, “That’s a shame,” She got closer to him, her breasts close to his face, “If you didn’t like it, I would have taken it off.”

“Please, take it off. It’s hideous!”

“Your wish is my command.” She slowly pulled the end of the ribbon, the front of the baby doll opened. She took her breast and squeezed them together, the noodles straps falling on her shoulders. She turned around and let the sheer piece of fabric fall on the floor.

“Fuck!” Andy cursed when he saw the G-string stuck between her ass cheeks, another bow at the top of it.

“Don’t I look pretty?” She sat on his lap, her back against his chest, her hips making circles over his crotch, his erection poking against her ass.

“So-fucking-pretty” He said with gritted teeth.

“Oh, baby. Wanna touch me?” Andy growled again, “Words, baby.”

“Yes, I need to touch you, please!”

“You’re cute when you beg.” She took his right hand and put it in between her legs, “Touch me, baby. Feel how wet I am.” Andy’s fingers moved the fabric feeling the wetness between her pussy lips, “That’s all for you, you make me so wet.” She could feel his breath in the back of her head, she moved it, showing him her neck, “Kiss my neck, baby.” He didn’t have to be told twice, his lips attacked her neck and she moaned. Annie turned her head and kissed him, her tongue dancing with his, she bit his lip teasingly, Andy thought he could explode right there and then Annie stopped moving. She stood up, and kneeled between his legs.

“I don’t think it’s fair I’m almost naked and you’re still dress.” Her small hands traveling up and down his tights, “Off with the shirt, come on.” Andy looked like he wanted to rip his shirt off which made Annie giggled, “There’s no hurry, you know.”

“Yes, there is!”

Annie giggled once more and bit her lip as soon as she saw the hair in his chest going down and getting lost in the waistband of his pants. Her hands opened the belt, followed by the button and the zipper. Her right hand took his hard member out of his underwear. The angry red tip was leaking already.

“Aw, poor baby, you need help with that!” She stroke him a few times, making him moaned, “You’re so big, baby.”

Her lips took the tip and sucked slightly, Andy threw his head back a low moan leaving his mouth. She swirled her tongue on the head, her hand stroking his shaft.

“Fuck, honey!” His hand went to caress the back of her head, “Keep doing that.”

But she didn’t listen, she took as much of his dick before gagging. Her head began to bob up and down, she could feel how his cock twitch in her mouth, the wetness in between her legs grew by the minute.

“OH MY!” Andy was staring at her, not missing a movement she made. “Such a good little mouth.” Annie moaned around his dick, “Fucking Christ!” He released his load in her mouth, his eyes shut at the wave of pleasure. He opened his eyes when he felt he stopped coming. Annie took out his member out of her mouth, looked up at him, batted her eyelashes, smiled and opened her mouth.

“It was delicious, daddy.”

“Such a good girl!” He helped her stood up, “Now is your turn.” Annie climbed on the bed, her head falling against the pillows. Andy was standing by the foot of the bed, his semi hard cock twitched a bit. “You are a vision right now, honey.” She smiled all blushed, “But you will look a lot better with my cum dripping out of that cute little pussy you have, hmm? What you think?”

“I’ll like that.” She answered sweetly.

“On your hand and knees.” He demanded and she obliged, she moved on the bed, her ass on full display for him. He slapped her right cheek, “We don’t need this,” He took off the G-string and threw it somewhere in the bedroom. “My, my; would you look at that?” Andy took her ass cheeks in his hands and separated them, “Look how pretty she looks,” Andy was mesmerized by the way her pussy hole was squeezing around nothing, all red and wet, “I bet I can make you come fast,” His index traveled up and down her slit, “Tell me what you want,” Her voice was only a whispered, “I can’t heard you,” He slapped her now on the left cheek, “You were all bolt earlier; so tell me what you want.”

“I want you to eat my pussy.”

Andy kneeled behind her and sank his face onto her pussy, his tongue lapping at her lips.

“Oh my god!” Annie took the sheet in her fists. She could feel Andy’s tongue fucking her from behind, coming in and out of the warm wet hole. He stopped at her clit sucking it painfully slowly. “Holy shit!” Andy kept sucking and licking, his beard glistening in her juices, he blew a raspberry on her clit, the vibration sending electricity through her body, “ANDY!” She came hard and fast, she had never come this fast before.

Andy took her by the hips and turned her around, her back on the mattress, her legs against her chest. Andy grabbed her knees and opened her legs. He took his member and slammed inside her. He moved his hips pounding against her pussy, hard and rough; he wanted to hear her scream his name over and over as she came. He could feel that knot in his stomach and her pussy clamping against his flesh. He looked down to see Annie’s face, she was lost in pleasure, moans and whimpers overlapping his grunts. He felt her pussy pulsing and that was all it took to take him over the edge. His release filled Annie’s cunt and a few ropes of white thick hot cum fell on her stomach.

Andy fell on top of her, both of them panting and breathing heavily. He kissed the side of her face, moving to her lips placing a slow sweet kiss on her lips as she smiled in contentment.

“You ok? Was I too rough?”

“You were perfect.” She answered tired.

Her limbs felt heavy, and she knew she was going to be sore tomorrow. Andy moved her around the bed like a rag doll, placing her head on her side of the bed. Andy took his side, she was smiling and looking at him with all the love she had on her.

“You alright?” She nodded, her eyes closing.

“Can I give you your present now?” She said.

“Wait, this,” He pointed at her body, “Was not my present?”

“I mean, I think this was just part of the celebration, but I did get something for you.”

“What it is?”

“It’s in my closet, but ammm my legs feel like noodles so, can you help me getting it? It’s in a black box with a red bow on the top shelf.”

Andy stood up, walked to the closet and came back with saying box. He sat back down and Annie got closer to him.

“Open it!”

He did, inside the box there was some kind of black leather bound book. He open the cover and saw her handwriting in pink ink. “This is for your eyes only, I hope you like it. Love, Annie” and right under this he could read: “The consumption of this material may cause addition.”

“I know how much you like taking pictures of me.”

When Andy turned the page he saw a black and white photo of his wife wearing skimpy lingerie standing next to an open window. Another one followed, it was a picture of her taken from behind, she was wearing lacy panties, her wavy hair falling over her bare back. There were 20 pictures of her in different positions and outfits, and in most of them she was not staring at the camera, except for the last one. She was laying naked in satin sheets, fully smiling at the camera, her legs crossed a bit to cover her womanhood, nipples on full display, hair spread across the pillow.

“That’s my favorite.” She said shyly.

“You look stunning!”

“Really?! Do you like them?”

“Of course! It’s you! How can I not like them?”

“Oh gosh! I was so scare you didn’t like them. I was so nervous when I went to the studio, I didn’t know what to do or how to pose.”

“Well, you look very confident, and the last one, uff baby what a body! And that smile!”

“I was thinking of you.”

“Aww, honey.” He leaned closer and gave her a soft kiss. “I love them! You look amazing!” He kissed her once more “You know what? I think I’ll take this to the office.”

“Wait, no. Why would you do that?”

“Just in case I’m stress, you know.” he wiggled his brows.

“Do you really plan to touch yourself in the office?”

“Well, you’ll never know!” She slapped him on the arm, “I’m kidding, but they can be useful as motivation. I’m certainty very motivated right now.”

“Really, Mr. Barber? Another round?”

“Maybe two more.” He jumped on top of her tickling her ribs making her laughed. “I love you!”

“I love you too, baby.”

“Now, let’s get down to business!” He got under the covers placing himself between her legs, they were in for a long night.

#andy barber fanfic #andy barber #annie johnson #andy x annie #andy x reader #andy barber x reader #the nanny fic #andy barber fanfiction #andy and annie #the nanny au

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dotieeee · 1 year

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The Dream That Got Away

Chapter 2

Pairing: Dark!Morpheus x You (no Y/N!)

This is a multi-chapter fic — updates will be erratic, but I’ve outlined almost everything in this fic, so you have my word I’ll complete this

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Link to the Masterlist

Overall Warnings!! Take heed:

Morpheus is DARK – in canon, he changes for the better (or at least, tries to – but we don’t do canon lol, so he goes even more batshit crazy) cue obsession, manipulation, possessiveness, powerplay

18+ ONLY – explicit scenes will be present, some explicit language

DUB-CON and NON-CON scenes

Character death (sort of)

Creator vs Creation drama

And other dark stuff that may be added in the future

This chapter’s warnings:

implied death

You have been warned!! Proceed with caution!!!

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Chapter 2: Some Words Are Better Left Unsaid

Link to the previous chapter

Trust no one.

Hearing the voice in your head was enough to rouse you. You sit up from the couch groggily and make a mental note to stop taking so many naps in the library. Not that you needed much of them anyway – unlike humans who needed hours and hours of rest during the night, dreams and nightmares like you were built differently. You get drained like the humans do, sure, but unlike your slumber, their sleep provides them with the dreams that guide their actions in the Waking World; yours were more for restoring the dreaming powers Lord Morpheus has shared with you for your duties, and as such, there were no dreams in them.

Although apparently, that voice in your head seems to have worked itself around that exception.

Having spent an entire night curled up on the sofa, your ankle-length dress now had creases where you had laid on it. You try to smoothen them out by running your palms all over the dress, only halting when you notice that you were stepping on something. Realizing it was the blanket you had woken up wrapped in the other morning, you bend over to pick it up. You were with the Dream Lord the night before that. He was so kind to have allowed you to continue reading and even kept you company. You assumed then that he was the one who gave you the blanket. Now, it seems you have fallen asleep with it again last night.

Was he here last night? Why would he –

Before you could complete that thought, you hear rapid footsteps approaching.

“Good morning, Mera. I didn’t expect to find you here this early.”

“Good morning, Lucienne!”

Lucienne halts her steps when she sees you. Thankful for her presence, you flash her a wobbly grin. The way her eyes flash to the blanket currently in your hands does not escape you.

With a raised eyebrow, she asks “You didn’t sleep here last night, did you?”

You run your fingers through your hair, embarrassed. “Actually, I did. I wanted to talk to you last night, but I saw you were busy, so…”

“Oh? What did you want to talk about?” she quips curiously.

Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to tell you that I’ve been seeing things and hearing voices in my head, that’s all. You can’t say that, though, and still walk off and be called completely sane and normal. Waving her off, you say “Ah, it’s nothing. Forget about it. I guess I was just bored.”

She gives you this pointed look like she wanted to press you further, but you’re relieved that she doesn’t. “Anyway, if you need to talk, come and find me during tea break. I’ve got to be going, I need to report to Lord Morpheus about…an important matter.”

“Okay,” you say, “Tea later would be nice.”

“And Mera? A few of your regulars have dropped new books. They’re on the pile in the New Arrivals section. Have fun!”

You mouth “thank you” to her as she gives a quick nod of farewell. You watch her walk off and disappear in the maze of shelves on the way to the throne room. Before heading off to work, you decide to take a quick detour to see the new books she mentioned. It always delighted you to see that your dreamers have benefited from your visits – they inspire you to hone your craft, as you inspire them in their daily lives.

***

You land gracefully on a sunny white sand beach with calm waters in Wilbur Maxwell’s dreams.

Wilbur Maxwell, one of your regulars, is a sensitive young man with his head in the clouds. He’s secretly a hopeless romantic, too, if the visions he often conjures in his dreams are anything to go by. Before he got inspired by you to finally pen that would-be novel that was bothering him, he was poised to be a politician, following in his father’s footsteps. He despised every single thing about his father’s dirty world, however, and with your nudging, he abandoned the political party and went on to write what would be one of his bestsellers.

It began at a masquerade party. You found him in a corner, drink in hand, alone and sulking, looking at the couples on the dance floor with faint disdain. You marveled at the amount of detail he put into the dream – he had such a vivid imagination; you almost didn’t have to make any adjustments yourself. You were feeling a little bit playful then, so you figured, why the hell not? With the flick of a wrist, you changed your appearance – donning an elegant, jewel-crusted auburn-red gown and a matching mask that partially covered your face, save your lips, painted red, and eyes, which you changed to a striking forest green. Everyone in the dream halted their dance to ogle at your figure – but you had your eyes only on Wilbur, who stood from his seat, walking towards you in a trance. You danced in his arms with all the people watching. He didn’t care – his focus was on you. And when he tried to remove your mask, you coyly let go of him and made a run for it. Sensing your playfulness, he gave chase. Playing your part, you led him to the gardens of that unknown mansion, and to the labyrinth of tall bushes that you conjured for added flair. You masked your presence at that very moment, letting his imagination do the rest.

Several weeks later, a book materialized in the Dreaming – a romantic murder-mystery novel centered on a young man, who, after falling in love with the ghost of a woman trapped in a mansion, ended up solving her decades-old murder, finally giving her peace. Wilbur aptly named it “The Red Lady.”

Right now, it seems, he was drafting a new one. Your current appearance to him is that of his new main character, and in this scene, you had to walk with him, your hand in his, on the shore, discussing life’s mundane details while enjoying the cool sea breeze. You just hadn’t anticipated that he’d go off his current draft – he swoops in on your space in an attempt to steal a kiss. You swiftly step away from him, deducing that he was unhappy with the current scene and was trying something new. Deciding to play along, you run into the woods nearby for him to chase you. You can feel it start to work for him, fueling his creative plot-weaving abilities.

Look, the voice whispers in your head warningly.

The dream takes a turn for the worse. The sky, formerly clear and blue, turns gray and threatening; the wind blows, colder, harsher; the woods grow thicker, their branches growing thick vines with razor-sharp thorns. You try to control the scene to make it less frightening for your dreamer, but it wouldn’t relent. You look around wildly to find the source of the power now taking control of the dream, and in the middle of the thicket, with his billowing black robes, is Dream of the Endless, eyes silver with a fury you’ve never seen in him before.

“My Lord!” You call to him, sprinting in his direction. “Please, we were only trying to improvise a scene!” He seems to simmer down a little as you pause before him, blocking his view of Wilbur.

“He tried to kiss you,” he says coldly, eyes training back to the human in question. You turn briefly to Wilbur – thankfully he hasn’t scampered off in fear, merely observing his surroundings, unaware of the wrath directed unto him – before turning to face your master.

“My Mera, you are aware of my rules – you, and my dreams and nightmares, are forbidden to form such dalliances with mortals.”

“I swear, it wasn’t like that at all, sir. I was merely helping him draft this scene.” You give him a pleading look, adding, “You know I would never break any of your laws.”

At your words, your Lord’s posture relaxes a little. He looks at you softly, eyes now back to their normal ocean blue. “My apologies, sir,” you say, almost whispering. “I did not mean for it to look that way. Please…” Around you, the forest slowly reverts to its original state – the vines around the trees recede, the wind stilling and the sky mirrors that of your creator.

“You have nothing to apologise for, my dream. Perhaps I got carried away in my anger.”

Morpheus never intended for you to see him in such an irate state, let alone reveal himself to you in this dream. Lucienne had alerted him of the improper advances this mortal has been making on you, and while he was aware that you were only doing your job for the Dreaming – forhimforhim – the way he saw that man almost steal your first kiss left him a bitter taste in his tongue. He doesn’t want you suspecting him of tailing you, seeing as he already gave you quite a scare in the gardens last night. Having watched you plead as you did, however, stirred something else in him. He’d have you desperately pleading breathily underneath him as he pins you down –

“Sir?”

Wrenching himself reluctantly from his train of thought, he resolves to control himself better in your presence.

“Move on to another dreamer, my Mera. You will aid Wilbur Maxwell with his novel at another time.” There is no room for argument in his tone, and he watches you disappear to obey his order. His gaze hardens at the sight of the mortal, who seems to be looking for you, wondering where you’ve gone. Morpheus turns to leave as well, but not before he blows sand in Wilbur’s direction, sentencing him to a month of nothing but excruciatingly vivid, horrifying nightmares in his sleep.

***

There was nothing more you’d like to do than to crack open one of those new arrivals in the library, but you find yourself walking aimlessly around the kingdom after this rather rough day. Your mind is filled with thoughts about the dreamers you just visited – there were more nightmares than you can remember ever working with, and you had to step aside to let them take over, as much as you disliked them. You admit they were necessary for humans to face their real troubles in the waking world, but that didn’t mean you agree with some of the nightmares’ bizarre and often extreme methods.

Then there was that dreamer right after Wilbur – poor Amelia Devitt, who you were supposed to nudge into taking pharmacological studies; your mind was so preoccupied you didn’t know whether your goal was achieved, or you pushed her further into her alcoholism.

You let out an audible groan of frustration which seemed to attract a couple of onlookers in the town plaza you find yourself in. Dragging your feet along the cobblestone path on the way to the thick forest that lay ahead, you reflect on the reason behind your abysmal performance today.

Who else? The Voice nastily remarks.

You know you couldn’t blame the Dream Lord for the bout of rage you witnessed him in in Wilbur’s dream; you conclude that you may have been shaken by the sight, but only because you weren’t used to seeing him like that. He was always warm, gentle, and caring around you, so seeing a momentary lapse in his mood doesn’t mean that was his true nature, right? He’s an Endless after all, a king, you tell yourself, and seeing a subject of his almost break his sacred laws might’ve forced him to act the way he did. You firmly believe that he had every right to react in such a way.

Which begs the question: why was he there in the first place?

The whooshing sound of a breeze shakes you out of your reverie – looking around, you realize you’ve reached the path to Cain and Abel’s abode. Continuing down the path, you mentally shrug and decide to visit them. As you reach the archway to their sprawling mansions, you make out the figures of Cain and Abel huddled together in the middle of the garden, and a third figure, tall and imposing, clad in all-black.

Dream of the Endless has his back to you, seemingly holding a conversation with the two brothers. They alert him of your arrival, so he turns to face you, the ghost of a smile adorning his regal features.

“What brings you here, my little dream?”

“Uh, I’m-I was just…walking around…and decided to come by and…well, visit,” you let out in a stammering mess. You avoid his eyes and stare at his hands instead, his ire-filled expression still fresh in your memory. “Hello Cain, Abel.” You nod politely and wave at them both.

Abel, waving back, “Hi, Mera! I’m glad you dropped by! We were just about to invite Lord Morpheus in for tea. We’d love for you to join us –”

“You addlebrained sod, we’ve no time for tea, not when there are nightmares running about!” Cain, ever the sharp-tongued brother, smacks Abel on the back of his head. Turning to you, he says “Hi there, Mera! So glad you could come, it has been a while. We’d love to chat and all, but we have work to do. By your leave, Lord Morpheus…” Cain grabs ahold of Abel’s arm and starts leading him away.

“Wait, did you say ‘nightmares?’” you ask him curiously. Was this somehow related to the increased number of nightmares you encountered in the dreams of mortals? Cain pauses and turns on his heel, opening his mouth to respond, but Lord Morpheus cuts him off.

“There are nightmares on the loose, not just in this realm, but also in the Waking World. I’ve asked Cain and Abel to scout the area and report sightings of wayward nightmares in the realm directly to me through Jessamy.” Seemingly at cue, Jessamy breaks free from inside Dream’s coat and perches on the tree above them.

“Exactly. Apologies, Mera, but do come by next time for tea and biscuits when you feel peckish! Let’s go, Abel.” Cain drags his brother along, by the ear, this time, mumbling something about “doing his job for him.”

“So sorry, Mera! Perhaps another time, eh? You could bring Lucienne!” Abel calls to you, waving goodbye. You wave back rather dejectedly, watching them disappear into the thick of the woods that surrounded their land. You hear a loud swoosh over your head, indicating that Gregory has followed them in search of the missing nightmares.

You and the Dream Lord are now completely alone.

“Come, my Mera. Let us walk together to the palace.”

You hesitate, but he stays motionless as if waiting for you to follow. You relent, pacing beside him in slow, careful strides.

You walk in the woods, side by side in silence for quite some time, until Dream breaks the awkwardness between you two.

He glances sideways at you in a teasing manner, he says “It seems you’re rather put out that your visit to your friends was cut short, my little dream.” Changing to a more serious tone, he adds, “Unfortunately, it was a necessary move, for we’ve had an increasing number of rogue nightmares, and they could be quite a handful.”

“It’s alright, My Lord. You’re only protecting the Realm, after all.” You reply politely with a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“I can sense something else is bothering you.” When you don’t respond, he goes on, “I fear my conduct in Wilbur Maxwell’s dream may have brought this about. You must understand that while my wrath may have been misplaced, both your actions almost led you to a compromising position. I am merely looking after your well-being.”

You swear you could’ve heard the voice in your head whisper the word “lies” but you mentally push it back with force. How could you think so differently of him? “I am eternally grateful to you for always keeping me out of harm’s way, my King. I’m truly sorry if I ever thought differently. Looking back, I can see now how you had every right to stop the dream. I overstepped my boundaries.”

Dream halts completely and faces you with a satisfied look. “Indeed, you may have. Nonetheless, your apology is accepted.”

You look around to see where your steps have brought you: you’re now in your favourite garden within the palace, bathing in the warm glow of the orange sunset. The cherry blossom trees, whose leaves were still green on your last visit, now bloom with delicate pink flowers, the petals now falling gracefully on the garden grounds. The most obvious change was the blooms in the flower beds: they’re now abundant with rows upon rows of tiny, lovely red flowers on tall stalks, their radiance even more enhanced with the rays of the setting sun. You can feel your face light up in pure awe of the beauty around you. A breeze sends a flurry of cherry blossom petals in the air, and a wayward lock of your hair gets in your face. Before you could move it away, warm, soft fingers tuck it behind your ear and linger momentarily on your cheeks, tracing imaginary lines, before withdrawing.

You look into your creator’s features and see that mysterious glint of emotion again, the same emotion you’ve seen in him when you first opened your eyes.

“You should get going. It’ll be dark soon.” He vanishes in an instant, leaving a trail of fine sand in his wake.

The Voice is back, but instead of words, it just lets outs a single scream that you swear the entire Dreaming could’ve heard.

***

Even after a few days, you’re still listless, as much as your try to deny it. Your thoughts keep drifting back to that moment in the garden you had shared with your Dream Lord. And the scream in your head that followed. His actions towards you were growing more and more bizarre by the day, and you just desperately needed someone else with whom you could share these bothersome thoughts and help you come up with a single, rational explanation.

There is one, said the Voice. But you refuse to entertain it. He couldn’t be, no.

You’re in the library at the moment, sitting on a desk with a book you couldn’t concentrate on, hands in your head in complete frustration. You can’t keep talking to yourself like this, you berate yourself.

You were in dire need of a friend.

Immediately, Lucienne’s face pop into your head. It’s just that you were reluctant to unburden yourself on her – she is loyal to the Dream Lord, almost to a fault. Mervyn the Pumpkinhead is also out of the question – he might just think you’re being paranoid and brush it off. Cain and Abel might be able to help, but you know they wouldn’t appreciate being dragged into any kind of business that involved the Endless.

Deciding to go to work, you put the book back and head to the sea of dreams, hoping it would be enough of a distraction. On the shore, you see two of your fellow dreams engaged in light conversation. You recognize them as the sisters Candor and Nuros, dreams who inspire honesty and humility. They rarely go their separate ways, even when visiting the dreams of the humans. You’ve seen their handiwork too – they were an impressive duo.

With a sudden stroke of inspiration, you approach the sisters to say ‘hi.’

“Candor, Nuros – hi, it’s me, Mera, do you remember me?”

They both turn around to face you with controlled smiles. Nuros speaking first, says, “Of course, we remember, Mera. How do you do?”

“I’m well, thank you,” you reply, feeling relieved they didn’t turn you away. “And you? And Candor?”

It’s Candor that replies next. “We’re doing very well, thank you. Is there something you needed?”

You choose your words carefully. “Well, I just wanted to ask if…maybe we could – I mean, I could go with you to work, and be…friends?”

At the last word you mentioned, the sisters look at each other, the smile fading from their faces. Candor opens her mouth to speak, but Nuros raises a hand to her to stop her.

“Mera, we’d love to, we really would, but –”

“We’re not allowed to!” Candor suddenly bursts. She clamps both of her hands to her mouth, seemingly surprised by herself. Nuros’ eyes dart around in a panic as if making sure no one’s watching, before chastising her sister with gritted teeth.

“Candor!”

“We have to –”

“What do you mean, you’re ‘not allowed?’”

You take a step forward with outstretched hands, indicating that you mean no harm. “Come on, guys, please. Please, tell me…”

Nuros’ face regards you apologetically. Quietly, she tells you “I’m really, very sorry, Mera, but even talking to you like this…”

Candor suddenly leans forward to grab your arms and pull you closer. “There are things we can’t really tell you, but –”

“Candor, no!” Nuros violently grabs her sister and pulls her away, and Candor was forced to let you go.

“What can’t you tell me? What in the Fates is going on?”

“Mera, just stay away from us, please! We don’t like you. There. Are you happy now?”

Nuros’ words feel like a slap in your face. Tears in your eyes, you look pleadingly at her sister, Candor, who seems shocked at her sister’s sudden outburst. Before being pulled by her sister to the waters, you watch her mouth ‘I’m sorry’ with an emotion you recognize as pity.

Blankly, you wipe your tears away just as they fall, feeling even more alone than ever.

***

Feeling despondent at your botched attempt to find someone to confide in, you make your way back to the library, seeking Lucienne’s council. Lucienne instantly reads the crestfallen look on your face, gesturing for you to sit before her desk, before excusing herself to make you both some tea.

She comes back later with teacups, a pot of tea, milk, and sugar, plus an assortment of teacakes on a tray. She pours the tea for both of you, then adds sugar and milk to yours. She always knew how you liked your tea. Gently, she pushes the steaming cup towards you, urging you to take a sip. Only when you’ve taken a couple of sips and set it down on the saucer does she say. “Talk.”

It takes a while for you to do so. Finally, you let out a deep sigh.

“Lucienne, do the other dreams hate me?”

Judging by her raised eyebrows, she wasn’t expecting this question. “What made you think so, Mera?” She places a teacake on another saucer and sets it beside your tea.

You mumble your thanks and nibble on the sponge halfheartedly. “I tried asking a couple of them a while ago if we could go work together, but they turned me away. Said they didn’t like me.”

“Oh? Did they say why?”

“No, I didn’t get to ask them that. They left in quite a hurry.” Toying with the teacake, you add “Come to think of it, I’ve interacted with the others, but they were always either… curt with me or just plain dismissive.”

You peer at Lucienne’s face, and you could tell she’s weighing in on your observations. Speaking your mind, you add, “Maybe there’s something wrong with me.”

Empathically, she replies, “Mera, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you.” She clasps your hand on the table with hers in a comforting manner. “I know you, and you are a wonderful dream. I’ve read in these books I sort what you do for others. You should give them time to get to know the Mera that I know, and you’ll get them on your side eventually.”

Finally returning her smile, your heart is filled with gratitude for her consoling words. “Thank you, Lucienne.”

She lets go of your hand, letting you finish the now half-eaten cake on your plate. When there were only crumbs left of it, she asks, “Are you feeling better?”

You give her a small nod, finally relaxing into your chair and sipping your tea. “Lucienne?”

“Yes?”

“I have one more question if you don’t mind.”

“Fire away.”

Choosing your words carefully, you begin: “Would you know why the Dream Lord has been acting…strange around me?” You note how her eyes narrow in a fraction of a second before she puts on a blank expression.

“How do you mean ‘strange?’”

You open your mouth to finally spill the thoughts that have been plaguing you for days on end, but there is something in you that stops the words from coming out. You couldn’t very well recount your moments with the Endless without voicing your suspicion. So, you end up saying, “You know what, I’m probably just overthinking things. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

Lucienne nods in understanding, even though you could read that she wanted to get the truth out of you. “If it helps, Lord Morpheus has been dealing with more runaway nightmares than usual. That might explain his moods as of late.”

“Oh yeah, so I’ve heard. He’s been working harder than ever.” You respond.

“Mera?”

“Mm?”

“Are you sure there is nothing else you wish to tell me?”

I’d like to ask the same thing, says the Voice.

Shaking your head with a smile, you reply, “No, I’ve kept too much of your time as it is. Thank you for the tea and the cake, Lucienne.”

“You are most certainly welcome, Mera.”

Taking that as a sign of dismissal, you get up to your feet, offering to take the used cutlery back to the kitchens.

Your heart feels lighter than it did before your much-needed chat with Lucienne, but while her words and her presence were kind and comforting, you’re still brimming to the lid with want for answers. And you know just who to get them from.

***

You’ve been trying to find Candor in the dreams of the mortals for the last three days on top of your regular Dreaming duties. You’ve gone three days without rest, but you couldn’t give up, not when you’ve potentially found someone you suspect had the information you seek. You’ve felt traces of her presence, along with her sister’s, a lot of times in the dreams you’ve visited, but every time you thought you were close, you find that she had already gone. Navigating the waters for that long and too short a time in between the dreams was starting to take a toll on your body, so with a heavy sigh of defeat, you will yourself back to the sea of dreams, intending to call it a day.

Until a pair of dainty arms snatch you backward with surprising strength, making you land on your side on a hardwood floor.

“What the fuck –”

“SShh!!”

The hands that snatched you back to the dream cover your mouth with urgency. Looking to the owner of the hands to give them a piece of your mind, your choice of swear words is caught dead in your mouth as you stare into the eyes of the dream you’ve been looking for tirelessly for the past three days.

“Candor?!” Her name comes out muffled from your lips, her hands still on your mouth.

Candor, wide-eyed and fearful, places her index finger to her lips as slowly removes the hand muffling your speech.

“I heard you were looking for me,” She says in a hushed tone.

“Yeah, fucking finally, but why are we whispering?”

“We could be overheard –”

“By who?” You hiss.

“Never mind that, we don’t have time! Do you want to hear what I have to say or not?” You open your mouth to argue, but she cuts you off, continuing: “Remember how I said we weren’t allowed to talk to you?”

“Yes, but Nuros said –”

“I know what my sister said, but that was just a front. The truth is we’re all scared out of our wits to even look at you. We’ve been around eons longer than you have, so we know his true nature.”

“Who? Who are you talking about, Candor?”

“The Dream Lord.” Candor says in a haunting, subdued voice.

“Lord Morpheus?” You let out in a disbelieving whisper.

“Yes, now stop interrupting me. Haven’t you ever noticed how he acts so differently around you? The fact alone that he talks to you should be enough proof.”

“Wha – I thought… you mean, he’s not like that around you?”

“Never. Not with anyone. The newer dreams think it’s favouritism, and they’re sort of… jealous,” She rolls her eyes. “But us older ones know better. He’s planned something else for you right from the very beginning. That’s why he’s been pushing away anyone who tries to get close to you – because he doesn’t want the truth out.”

A pregnant pause falls between you as you try to digest what she has divulged. Her eyes still hold fear, but there is also something else in there: concern.

“There is no one to push away, Candor,” you manage to let out. “Save Lucienne and him, I have no one else close to me…”

“Well, doesn’t that tell you he’s been doing a pretty good job?”

Inwardly, you give her a point for that. Looking at the lacquered wooden floor you’re sitting on, you ask, “Candor, what truth?” But she doesn’t elaborate.

Be quiet, the Voice whispers.

“Candor?” You glance up at her face, but you realize she’s frozen in fear, eyes focused on whatever has materialized behind you.

“I hope you have a good explanation as to why you’re slacking off, Candor.”

You both leap to your feet in a hurry and turn to face Dream of the Endless, stonily honing on your companion, waiting for a response.

“L-lord Morpheus…w-we were just… talking –”

“About what?” he pushes on, seemingly restraining his annoyance.

“We were brainstorming, my Lord,” you burst out, glancing sideways at Candor, a silent plea for her to go along. “We were thinking of partnering together for a more specific, potent dream, sir. That’s all. We’re sorry if it looked like we’re shirking our responsibilities.”

The Dream Lord’s eyes focus on you with a raised eyebrow.

“Candor, leave us.” He commands without even looking at her. You watch as she gives a small bow before hastily disappearing from the dream.

Slowly, he takes a few steps forward to you in seeming contemplation. He appears to be looking for traces of deceit in your face, but you bravely hold his gaze, no matter how close you are to passing out.

Moments after, you see a flash of concern in his eyes, his eyebrows slightly furrowing. “You’ve over-exerted yourself again, my Mera. Get some rest. I shall take us back to the palace.”

“Yes, my Lord.” You meekly reply.

Before he takes his pouch of sand out from his coat, he gives you a warning.

“There are two sides to a coin. This applies to all my creations, including Candor. While it is true that she inspires truth in the dreams of humans, she carries the ability to inspire falsehood as well. Many mortals have been led to their destruction at her mere touch. Tread lightly with her, my little dream.”

Without warning, you’re encased in swirling sand just as you collapse in exhaustion. The last thing you feel before losing your consciousness are hands, firm but gentle, holding you close to a warm body as if they’d lose you at any moment.

***

Get up.

This is the second time the Voice has woken you. Cursing in the name of the Fates, you get up from a bed that isn’t your own. The first thing that gave it away is the sheets – made of finely spun silk and dark as the sky on a starless night – they’re so soft on your skin, like how you imagine an angel’s feather would feel. Then the pillows, which you could swear are fluffy clouds just stuffed in a black silk pillowcase; the mattress, which seems to have been molded perfectly to fit your figure, enticing you to lay on it for just a few more minutes –

If it wasn’t for that screaming in your head telling you to get out get out get out. You agree with it for once; scrambling on your feet to get as far away from this room as possible, you barely make out the symbol carved on the headboard that might’ve clued you in as to who the owner of the bed was.

***

It’s been days since you’ve last seen Candor. During work, you’ve tried squeezing in more visits to other dreams in the hopes of sensing her presence, but the ones you’ve been in only contained the faintest of her trace like she hadn’t been there in a long time. Candor had left you with more burning questions than answers, but the Dream Lord’s unexpected pop in may have scared her to near death, causing her to lie low temporarily. Growing worried about the first (dare you say) friend you’ve made, you asked the other dreams you’ve met in passing if they’ve seen her lately. Like always, however, they’ve been quick to push you away, if not with a little more hostility.

Having come from a bit of light reading from the library, you set out to work. You hope to finally see Candor again, if not only to find out what she has been up to after the conversation you’ve had which was halted abruptly. As you reach the shore, you make out a figure huddled close to the waters, hugging their knees to their chest. Nuros.

You approach her curled-up figure cautiously – your last meeting was disastrous, so you wanted to avoid the same kind of confrontation. You kneel on the sand beside her and call softly, “Nuros?”

She slowly faces you, with tears streaming down her face, her body shaking with controlled sobs.

“Mera…” It’s all she manages to get out before bursting into a fresh fit of crying.

You place a hand on her shoulder, not knowing what to do. You’re thankful she doesn’t swat your hand away, so you both stay in that position until you hear her swallow, seemingly wanting to talk. She opens her mouth, but no words come out in her grief-stricken state.

“Nuros, what happened?”

“It’s Candor. She was banished to the darkness.”

***

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The Witch Twin (Alec V. x OC) - Chapter 6 - Conversations

Summary: When I thought about my future, I was sure that I had the rest of my life vaguely planned out.

Then, my older sister moved up from Arizona to stay with us — and turned my entire life upside down.

I had no idea just how bad it had gotten until I was standing in a castle in Italy, convinced that I was about to die.

Length: 4.1K words (Complete fic 71.8K words)

Fic warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, explicit smut (M/F), referenced/implied past child abuse, emotional manipulation by sibling

Chapter warnings: Referenced/implied child abuse/neglect, emotional manipulation by sibling

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6. CONVERSATIONS

I stared down at my cell phone as I held it in my hands. I was sitting in my room on the edge of my bed, chewing on my lip and bouncing my leg nervously as my thumb hovered over the call button.

I had returned to Forks from Volterra two days ago. Charlie had been incredibly pissed off that Bella and I had run off with Alice to ‘Los Angeles’ — which was where the Cullens had said they were moving to when they left. He was especially angry when he saw that all of the Cullens had returned with us. We were now both grounded and he had forbidden Edward from coming into the house ever again, though I knew he still snuck in to visit her whenever Charlie wasn’t around.

Those were also the times when Bella and Edward attempted to convince me to stay in Forks and to not even contact Alec. Edward repeated over and over how dangerous Alec and the rest of the Volturi were, while Bella kept talking about how disgusting and horrifying they were for drinking human blood. Apparently, the Cullens drank the blood of animals, and that’s why their eyes were golden and not red.

I hadn’t messaged or called Alec since we returned from Volterra. Every time I felt the urge to contact him, Edward and Bella’s words reappeared in my mind and held me back.

Finally, I took a deep breath and pressed the call button. My hand was shaking as I lifted the phone up to my ear. Halfway though the first ring, my call was answered and my breath caught in my throat.

When I didn’t say anything, Alec asked, his voice soft and hopeful, “Eve?”

“Alec,” I breathed.

He sighed in relief and I could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke again. “Hello, my love. . . . How are you?”

“I . . . I’m okay,” I said. I moved to lean back against the pillows on my bed. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my free arm around them. After a moment of silence, I admitted, “I don’t know what to say.”

“Would you like me to talk?”

“Um . . . yeah, okay.”

“Do you have a topic in mind?”

I thought for a moment. My eyes drifted down to the ring I was still wearing on my thumb, and I murmured, “The ring you gave me. . . . Will you tell me about it?”

“Of course,” he answered. His beautifully-accented voice was soft and low — it was calming. “I’ve had the ring since I was still a human. I do not remember exactly how I got it, other than knowing that it was a gift from my mother. My twin sister, Jane, has one just like mine. The symbols on our rings spell out our names in Anglo-Saxon runes. It was the language of our time.”

“It must mean a lot for you to have kept it for so long,” I said quietly.

“It is the one thing that remains with me from my human life,” he said.

“If . . . if I. . . .” I trailed off, uncertain of how to word my thoughts in a way that wouldn’t upset him.

“Eve, I want you to keep it, no matter what you decide,” Alec replied gently. “If you truly do not wish to have it, so that you will be able to completely forget me . . . well, in that case, then all I ask of you is that you give the ring to Carlisle. He will make sure that it is returned to me.”

“Okay,” I said. I laid down on my bed, turning over onto my side. I traced my fingers over the light grey comforter. “How old are you? You must have been born a long time ago if you used runes as a language.”

“I was born in England at the very beginning of the ninth century. I was either sixteen or seventeen when . . . when I was turned. Time was not kept nearly as well back then as it is today, especially for those of us who weren’t royal or noble.”

“You’re twelve-hundred years old?” I said, my voice soft with awe.

Alec laughed quietly. My heart fluttered lightly at the beautiful sound as he said, “I am. . . . How old are you, Eve?”

“Seventeen. My birthday was in November.”

“Which day, sweet girl?”

“The thirteenth. . . . Do you know your birthday?”

“Not the exact date. All I know is that Jane and I were born in the winter. We think it might be January.”

His words painted an image in my mind of Alec standing in the falling snow. I smiled, imagining the crisp, cool wind blowing snowflakes around him, getting caught in his wavy, dark hair and landing on his beautiful, pale face.

“You and Jane must be close, being twins.”

“Yes, we are,” he said, amusement in his voice. “We have been inseparable ever since we were very little. . . . Are you very close with your sister?”

I laughed humorlessly. “No, not at all. . . . We didn’t grow up together, and even when we did spend time together, we never really got along that well. . . . I always felt a little out of place with her and my parents. They had separated before my mom found out that she was pregnant with me. She was planning to put me up for adoption, but my dad told her that he would take me and raise me himself instead. She handed me off to him the moment I was born.”

I rolled my bottom lip into my mouth, then released it with a long sigh. It felt good to finally admit everything that I had been holding in for years. I was always too afraid that anyone that I confessed to about what I was feeling would judge me for what I felt, but I knew, somehow, that Alec wouldn’t judge me for anything I said about my family.

“I was a surprise for both of them, clearly, and even though I was the daughter that Charlie raised, it was always clear to me that Bella was his favorite. She was the one they planned to have, the one they wanted, the one my mother took when she left. . . . I was the surprise, the one who wasn’t really wanted by either of them. . . . I was still pretty young when I realized that I was just Charlie’s replacement for Bella.”

“I am so sorry, Eve,” Alec murmured. His soft voice sounded incredibly sad. “No one should ever have to feel like their parents have a favorite child.”

“It’s okay,” I said, shrugging. “I mean, I guess Bella and I both kinda went through the same things. We both had to take care of our parents. We cooked and cleaned and did pretty much everything around the house. . . . Bella kinda had it worse with our mother, because she had to keep track of making sure the bills were paid, too. Our mom never really paid any attention to any of that stuff. At least Charlie was pretty responsible for all that.”

“Neither of you should ever have had to worry about any of that. You were just children.”

“Yes, I guess,” I mumbled. “I don’t know, we never knew anything different. . . . Bella only moved to Forks last year to live with us because our mother wanted to travel with her new husband since he’s a baseball player in the minor league. Bella met Edward and they got really close really fast. I didn’t really like him. There was just something about him that I didn’t . . . trust, I guess? I think now it must have been something to do with him being a vampire. Maybe some instinct inside me was saying that I was in danger around him. . . . But he made Bella happy, so I gave in because I didn’t want her to be mad at me all the time.”

Alec hesitated before he asked, “Is that part of the reason you wanted time to think? Because you don’t want to upset your sister?”

“That’s part of it,” I admitted. “But the biggest reason is that I really know nothing about you or about vampires in general. I can’t make such a big decision with no knowledge of what my life would become.”

“I know that, and I understand, truly. I would never expect you to make a decision without knowing that information,” Alec assured me gently. “But I also want your decision to be just that — your decision. I want you to decide to be with me, or to stay away from me, based on your own true feelings.”

I just nodded, even though I knew he couldn’t see me. “Can we talk about something else?”

“We can talk about anything you want,” Alec said. “You can ask me anything, and I will answer truthfully. . . . We don’t have to talk about me or you or the Volturi or any of it, if you wish. We can talk about anything.”

His words made me smile. It was as if he knew exactly what to say to make me feel comfortable again.

“Tell me about Italy.”

“It’s very beautiful here. Every season is pretty in its own way, but I prefer the wintertime the most,” he told me. “We do not receive much snow, but it is almost always just enough to dust the hills with a thin layer of snow. . . . Florence is the nearest big city to Volterra. There are quite a few museums filled with paintings and sculptures from the Renaissance and other art periods in Florence. I like to walk through them every month or so to see the new collections and exhibits. It’s always very interesting, no matter how many times I have seen the same masterpieces.”

I smiled softly as I listened to him talk. It was clear that he loved Italy, which he said had been his home for his entire vampire life. I could only imagine how much he must have seen over the years — he had watched the world change around him, watching cities being built from the ground up and watching empires fall.

We talked for hours that night until I finally fell asleep, still on the phone with Alec. By the time I woke up in the morning, Alec had hung up, but he had left a text message waiting for me.

‘Thank you for calling me, Eve. It was wonderful to hear your voice again. I hope that we can do this again soon.’

I could feel my cheeks warm as I smiled. I messaged him back, ‘We definitely will. I really liked talking with you.’

Alec’s response came before I could even set my phone back down.

‘I enjoyed talking with you, too, Eve. I hope you have a good day.’

“Is Charlie home?” Bella asked, appearing in my doorway.

I looked up from my book and replied, “No, he’s out fishing with Billy. He said that if it gets too late before he gets back, we can order in pizza.”

She nodded. Edward appeared behind her suddenly and I slowly closed my book, setting it on my nightstand.

Bella asked, “Can we talk?”

An uneasy feeling curled in my stomach, but I said anyway, “Sure.”

Bella and Edward walked into my room. She took a seat on the edge of the bed close to me, while Edward lingered in the doorway.

“Eve, the Volturi are dangerous,” Edward said, his voice low and serious. “Alec is dangerous. He and his sister are the most feared of the Volturi guards. They feel no remorse when they take a life — human or vampire — and they have killed thousands of both.”

I shifted uneasily on my bed, looking down at my hands, at the cold, iron ring that remained on my thumb. Though I didn’t entirely doubt his words, they didn’t align with the Alec that I had met in Volterra, nor the one I had come to know from our late-night conversations.”

Bella said, “Don’t you remember how terrifying it was to just be near the Volturi and their guards? Aren’t you still terrified every time you think about them? Being around them was awful.”

I simply nodded, still silent. It was true that I had been horrified and uneasy when I was around the Volturi guards. . . . But when Alec had held me in his arms, there was no denying that I felt safe with him. Just his touch had easily calmed my fears.

“Eve,” Bella said, drawing me away from my thoughts. She put her hand over mine. “I just want you to stay safe, and to stay my sister. I know you, and I know that this life isn’t what you want.”

Edward continued, “You might think that my family are dangerous, but compared to the Volturi, we are nothing. Aro is incredibly manipulative and will do anything to collect those that interest him, especially if they have an ability. . . . The only reason they are even interested in you is because your mind intrigues Aro. He thinks that you might have an ability if you were to be turned, like me or Alice. . . . He probably told Alec to get close to you so that you would join them, so Aro would have your ability to use as he wishes.”

My stomach twisted into a knot. Could Edward’s words be true? Was Alec only pretending that I was his mate in order to bring me into the Volturi, to Aro? He seemed genuine when we talked on the phone and I would have sworn that there was something between us when we were in Volterra, but I supposed that I could never really know if he was telling the truth for sure.

I sighed deeply and tucked my hair behind my ear. “I . . . I don’t know what to think, okay? I’ve been really confused and overwhelmed by everything that’s happened ever since Alice reappeared. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Not right now, at least. Okay?”

Bella nodded. She stood up and said, “Okay. Let me know if you want dinner later.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled as she left my room. Edward followed after her, closing my door behind them.

I groaned and laid back on my bed, rubbing my hands over my face. Letting out a long breath, I glanced over at my nightstand, where my phone was resting. I bit my lip as I hesitated, then reached over and picked up my phone. I found Alec’s contact in my phone and called him. Like the first time, it only rang once before he answered.

“Hello, Eve,” he greeted warmly.

His soft voice easily soothed the conflicting emotions that had been winding around my brain. I smiled half-heartedly and murmured back, “Hi.”

“Are you okay, my love?” Alec asked.

“I’m fine. Just . . . I don’t even know,” I sighed. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course. You can always ask me anything.”

“If . . . if I decide to stay in Forks, will I be safe? Or will the Volturi come after me because I’m a human who knows your secret?”

“You will be safe,” he assured me. “Aro has promised me that if you do not join me, you will be able to live your life in peace. I would do anything to keep you protected, my sweet girl. . . . If that is the choice you make, Eve, then you will never have to worry or even think about this world ever again. You can live your life and forget that we all exist. No one from the Volturi will ever contact you or ever come after you. I promise.”

“Thank you,” I said softly. “What would happen if I decided to join you?”

“I would bring you to Volterra, where you would become a vampire. You would be bitten to start the transformation. The venom would then start to travel through your body. . . . I will not lie to you, the pain it causes is excruciating. . . . But I can use my gift to take away your senses, so that you won’t feel the pain. . . . When you wake after the transformation, all of your senses will be heightened and you will be sensitive to bright lights and loud sounds. Your thirst for blood will drive nearly every decision you make for the first year or so. But I would be by your side the entire time to help you through your transformation and to guide you through your newborn phase, and forever after.”

I smiled. Whenever I spoke to Alec, it was so easy to imagine living happily ever after with him. But Bella and Edward’s words never failed to bring me crashing back to the real world, and I began to wonder if Alec was really telling me the truth or just what I wanted to hear.

I brushed away the thought and asked Alec, “What would happen to you if I decide to stay here?”

Alec was silent for a moment before he said quietly, “Do not worry about me, sweet girl. I don’t want your decision to be influenced by me in that way.”

“Why are you so patient with me and so careful about not pressuring me to make a decision?” I asked.

“Because I want you to come to my side willingly, without any doubts. I do not want you to feel that you have to be with me. I promised you that I would not force you to be with me, and I never will. I only want you to be with me if that is what you truly want. . . . Even if you come here to join me and you later decide that you made a mistake, you can leave. I will never prevent you from leaving, no matter my own feelings. I just want you to be happy, Eve . . . even if that means I have to let you go.”

Two weeks had passed since I had been in Italy. I talked with Alec every night. I told him all about my life and my dreams and my wishes, and Alec told me about his long life and his hopes and his desires. He also answered any questions I asked him about vampires and the Volturi. He was always patient with me and he explained things as simply as he could, so it was easier for me to understand. The more I learned about him, the more space he claimed in my heart.

But inevitably, Bella and Edward’s words always crept back into my mind and stirred up the few doubts that I did have. They kept trying to convince me that Alec and the Volturi were horrible and that I shouldn’t even be considering joining them. They were relentless and their comments always seemed to touch a nerve. It was beginning to make me question if Alec was truly being honest with me or if he was just telling me what I wanted to hear to get me to join the Volturi — even though that didn’t seem like something he would ever do.

What if Bella and Edward were right, though? What if I was being blinded by Alec’s sweet words and the way my heart pulled me towards him? What if Alec and the rest of the Volturi were truly as awful and cruel as Edward had told me they were? I had been terrified of them when we were in Volterra, but in fairness, I was only a human who knew too much about things I should never have been told. I should never have been able to walk out of that castle unharmed that day. If Alec hadn’t claimed me as his mate, I was sure that I would have died that day.

I groaned and ran my hands over my face. This whole situation was still so confusing, and it was only getting more complicated as more time passed.

I looked up when someone knocked on my door. Bella stood in the doorway, leaning against it with Edward hovering behind her.

“Can I come in? I wanted to talk to you.”

“Sure.”

Bella walked into my room, but Edward waited in the doorway like always. She sat down beside me on the bed, then reached over and took my hand in hers.

“Eve,” she began, “have you even thought about what would happen to Charlie if he lost both of us?”

My eyes widened and guilt settled deep in my stomach, making it twist uncomfortably. Truthfully, I hadn’t thought about what would happen to Charlie. I had been far too focused on what my own life would become.

“He’s already going to lose me,” Bella reminded me. “I don’t have a choice in this anymore. The Volturi made it clear that I have to be turned or they’ll kill me, but you are safe from them. . . . We can’t let him or Mom lose both of us. He’s going to need you after I leave. He has no one else, Eve, you know that. You have to take care of him.”

I looked down at my hands, tears stinging my eyes. I blinked them back and said in a wavering voice, “Y-You’re right. . . . I need to stay here. Charlie needs someone to take care of him. . . . He needs me.”

Bella hugged me tightly. “Thank you, Eve. I knew you’d make the right decision in the end.”

I just sat on my bed, staring down at the carpet blankly as Bella pulled away and left my room. Edward followed her. I remained frozen, sitting on my bed and watching the carpet blur from my tears.

In some ways, I felt almost relieved that I had finally made a decision. I no longer had to agonize over whether I was going to stay in Forks as a human or go to Volterra to become a vampire. And yet, in many other ways, I could feel my heart shatter in my chest as dread curled in the pit of my stomach.

I liked Alec — and I knew that could have grown into love with time. The thought that I would never see him or feel his calming touch ever again made my throat tighten and a tear finally spilled down my cheek.

But no matter what I felt, I couldn’t just ignore how losing both of his daughters would destroy Charlie. Even our mother would be devastated if Bella and I both ‘died.’ The Volturi were willing to let me live a human life in peace, but they would come after Bella if she wasn’t turned soon. I had to do this to protect my family.

I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of having to call Alec to tell him that I made a decision. I knew that it would break his heart. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and bit my lip to hold in my sob as I thought about just how much it would hurt him. But I knew that it would be even more cruel to not call him ever again and let him realize on his own that I wasn’t going to go to Volterra to be with him.

I wiped away my tears and sucked in a deep breath. I let it out slowly, trying to control my breathing. I slowly reached over to pick up my phone. My hands shook as I scrolled through my contacts to find Alec’s number. Brushing away another set of tears, I pressed the call button.

“Hello, sweet girl,” Alec said.

I held back another sob at how bright and happy he sounded. Tears poured down my cheeks. But I couldn’t stop the sob that slipped out of my mouth or keep the pain out of my voice as I said, “Alec. . . .”

“What’s wrong, my love?” he asked quickly, clearly concerned.

“I’m so sorry. . . .”

There was a moment of silence before Alec said, “You made your choice. You’re staying in Forks.”

“I’m so sorry, Alec,” I cried.

“Don’t apologize,” he said quickly, his voice gently and comforting. “If this is what you want, then I will respect your decision. You will never have to even think about me again. It will be as if you never came to Volterra. . . . But will you promise me one thing before I let you go?”

“Anything,” I whispered.

“Please promise me that if you ever change your mind, that you will contact me again. I don’t care how much time has passed. Days, weeks, months, years, decades. . . . I will always be here for you, sweet girl. . . . And I know that it is not fair for me to say, but . . . I love you, Eve.”

I tried to stifle my gasp behind my hand, but I was sure that he had to have heard it anyway. I whispered quickly, “I love you, too,” before I hung up.

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justfangirlstuffs · 1 year

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Now that Y/N is a thrall, can Sun and Moon still feed on them?

An excellent question!

Vampire!Moon x Thrall Y/N

“Hey, knock knock,” you said, as you entered the room.

It was a huge library room and Moon was sitting in one of the large armchairs reading a book about various cat breeds. Upon your announced entry, however, his eyes drifted from the pages to settle on you. A soft smile graced his lips.

“Hello there,” he greeted. “Are you settling in alright?”

You took that as a sign that you weren't disturbing him and walked farther into the room. “Yeah, still getting used to the furniture and décor coming to life at random, but it's been okay otherwise.”

Moon chuckled. “It's been a while since this place has seen a new guest. DJ and the other spirits are excited.”

Ah, so there were multiple ghosts. Cool. “Thinking of getting a cat?” you asked, gesturing to the book he was holding.

“No, animals don't tend to favor us, but they are nice to look at.”

You approached, peering over his shoulder to look at some of the pictures. The breed he was looking at was a slender feline with a narrow face and bat-like ears. It was cute, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have a pet around the house. Taking advantage of the angle you were at, Moon leaned up to kiss the juncture of your jaw and neck. The contact had heat flooding your face.

“Sweet little Starlight, are you still so easily affected by something so small?” Moon asked, voice laced with amusement.

“Sh-shut up,” you mumbled, feeling even more embarrassed.

With a resounding thud, the book was shut and suddenly you found yourself being pulled into Moon’s lap, your legs straddling his waist as one hand kept a firm hold on the small of your back. “Such bad manners.” He tsked, his grin becoming impish, taking on that sharper edge and you knew you were in for it. “Do I need to punish you?”

Your hands braced against his shoulders as he began kissing along your throat. The skin on your face and neck felt like it was on fire and your heart was already racing.

“It’s been a while since I’ve tasted you,” you murmured, his fingers caressing along the base of your neck. “I wonder how you’re flavor will be now?”

“You… you can still feed on me?” you asked uncertainly. It was admittedly something that had been on your mind since you weren’t fully human and all. A part of you had wondered if you would be appetizing anymore.

Moon paused in his attentions, his gaze meeting yours. “Now that you’re a thrall, you're more of a temptation than ever.” His cool digits caressed your warm cheeks. “We’ll be relying on you even more for feedings, since your body will have an easier time keeping up with it.” He paused, his expression thoughtful. “That is… if that’s something you want.”

“I…” Your voice dropped to a mumble. “Y-yeah… I do.”

“What was that?” Moon asked, his mouth going back to teasing your throat. “I don’t think I heard you. You’ll need to speak up.”

Your breathing was becoming erratic and you bit back a moan when you felt his teeth graze your skin. “Y-you have super hearing, th-there’s no way you didn’t hear that. Mm…”

The teeth nibbled at your neck but still didn’t pierce. He was toying with you. Your hands were fisting the folds of his cloak.

“Tell me what you want, sweet thing,” Moon murmured coyly. “And don’t forget to say ‘please’.”

Your bit your lip, almost wanting to hold out for as long as possible just to spite him. You tried to shift away but he held you in place, right where he wanted you. You weren’t gong anywhere without his say-so, and that notion alone was enough to raise your body temperature to almost unbearable heights.

“Please, bite me,” you gritted out.

“Can’t hear you~,” he sing-songed, nibbling the lobe of your ear.

Or for the love of… “Please, Moony, I want you to bite me. Please, I take can’t much more- hngh!”

At last, you felt his fangs pierce in deep and you released a shuddering sigh of relief as you were carried away. Carried under, with him holding you all the way down.

(The short answer is, YES :D)

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inkrabbit · 2 years

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Hi!

I had an idea for Copia because I think his reaction would be adorably hilarious, but please feel free to do this for anyone else if it makes it easier :)

May I request a story where Copia finds out that his s/o has nipple piercings? It could be when he was Cardinal or Papa. Either one would be amazing. <3 Thank you

You two had been together for a while. It all started out when you first joined and you two had properly been introduced on your own in the library. He had seen you reading from one of the thick books, your notebook opened as you jotted things down. He knew what you were working on and had, eventually, decided to make his way over to you.

“Do you… ah… need some help?” he offered when he noticed how you grumbled under your breath, not having flipped the page in a while. When you looked up at him with that surprised, confused expression, his heart nearly stopped. Your eyes were so beautiful and he felt like he could get lost just staring into them.

“Oh. Do you know about this?” you asked. He nodded, pulling up a chair so he could sit with you.

“Sì. I studied it not too long ago.” He did his best to give you a charming smile, but he’s sure he just looked like a grinning fool. “I am Copia! The Cardinale.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you around. A pleasure.” And your name ricocheted around in his head when you told him it. It was beautiful and it suited you.

He wanted to say that such a gorgeous name matched such a gorgeous face. Instead, all that came out was a shaky, “Ah! What a name for a face! I mean… you have a pretty face. I mean-”

He tries to forget that encounter ever happened, but your smiling face did make his heart flutter. You also asked him to come back the next day, and the day after that, just to help you study. After a couple weeks, he learned that you didn’t care to study. You had explicitly told him that you just wanted to spend time with him, and you figured that was the easiest way to do it. It certainly worked, and he had been pleasantly surprised with your confession.

So he decided to set up a little date, just in the garden for you two. One date had turned into two, which had eventually turned into several more. It surprised him just how close you two got in such a short amount of time and just how hard he fell for you. You two had told each other everything, either venting about the day you’ve had or sharing little secrets.

Your relationship started slow, but you had eventually started spending more and more nights in his room. He always wanted to be a gentleman. He didn’t want to scare you off with carnal desires. So he kept his hands to himself and always waited for you to make the first move.

Your move tonight, however, had surprised him. Kissing was common between you two, as was one of you deepening it into a heavy make-out session. But tonight, you decided to crawl into his lap, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck. His face burns brighter than any fire the ghouls could produce, his hands hesitantly resting on your waist. Your tongue is still in his mouth, mapping out every inch like you have time and time again.

It takes him a bit of time (and some hair tugging on your end) but he finally lets his hands roam your body. Up your back, gently squeezing your shoulders before sliding them down your arms. He lets out a soft moan when you roll your hips against his. He continues his journey up your body, past your ribs and to your chest. He decides to be brave, rolling his thumbs across your nipples and making you gasp. But it’s an odd feeling. There’s something hard beneath your shirt and he pulls back.

“What is this, amore?” he asks softly, his thumb stroking over the hard surface next to your nipple. “Are you okay?”

“Copia- Copia that’s my nipple piercing.” His face flushes from the embarrassment at the sound of that. He hears you laugh but he can’t tear his gaze away from your shirt. A nipple piercing. You had one of those. Or… two of those? “You do know what they are, right?”

“Sì. I believe Sodo has them, but…” He gives you a timid smile. “I didn’t know you had them as well.”

You dip your head down, lips against his ear. “Would you like to see them, Cardinal?” You end your question with a nip to his earlobe. He lets out a soft whimper but still nods his head.

“Sì, amore,” he breathes. He watches you in awe as you lift your shirt up and over your head. Your bare torso is on full display for him, as are the silver barbells.

“Do you like them?” The question barely registers in his mind, but he lets out a soft hum. His hand comes back up again, gently stroking your nipple. His eyes drift up to you when you let out a soft gasp.

“You just keep surprising me, my little mouse,” he muses. Though his face is still red, he feels more confident. Your lips are parted as you stare down at him, watching as he moves forward and presses a gentle kiss to your nipple. He lets his tongue dart out, giving you experimental licks. Your hands return to his hair, fingers threading through and softly pulling as he sloppily removes his gloves. He has to touch you. The desire is becoming too much. Once his hand is free, he brings it up to play with your other nipple, hearing the way you moan and whimper above him. Your hips are rolling against his again and he’s rocking up to meet you.

“You truly are perfect, you know this, sì?” he asks, a smile on his face as he pulls back to look up at you. You match his smile, sliding your hands down to slowly undo the zipper on his jacket.

“Let’s see how perfect you are.”

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mins-fins · 1 year

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love in space — park sunghoon

sunghoon has never been the dating type, all of his friends have had partners in the past, but he doesn’t seem too fond of the whole thing. that’s why he gets surprised when he starts getting letters from a secret admirer.

tags :: park sunghoon x m!reader , high school!au , reader is whipped , sunghoon is lovestruck , the letters are kept anonymous , sunghoon pov , reader pov at the end

sunghoon doesn’t like dating.

none of his friends could understand why. he was handsome, talented, and anyone with two eyes could see how much other people wanted to date him. hell, they’d get down on their knees for him, even if he didn’t say anything.

so why didn’t he like dating?

he just didn’t have time for it. there was so much other stuff he had to do. he had to focus on school, ice skating, and taking care of his younger sister. he didn’t have time to get into a relationship when there were so many things already going on in his life.

that’s why he almost dismissed the letters at first.

it was a monday, the worst day of the week, and sunghoon was walking down the hallway as he listened to riki rave about the new dance he had learned earlier that day. he catches sight of his locker, sighing as he opened it.

“you seem to be having fun, ki” he smiles, eyes going back to his locker as he notices the letter fall out of it.

an envelope, with a heart on it.

“what the hell?”

sungholn picks it up, examining the envelope. it was a regular one, just a heart in the middle with his name written on it.

to: park sunghoon

from: yj

sunghoon blinks, clearly confused. usually, if he wanted to, he’d just throw it away, but for some reason, he had the urge to read it. so he opened it and decided to.

dear park sunghoon,

you’re so cool, you know that? i genuinely don’t think i’ve met someone as unique as you. you’re an amazing ice skater, friend, and just a talented guy in general. you don’t have to read this, i know you probably get so many letters like this every single day, and it’s okay if you don’t read this, but i just really wanted to tell you. i’m not confident enough to tell you up close, so i told you in this letter! i hope you have a good day sunghoon!

peace and hugs - yj.

sunghoon blinks in confusion. yj? who the hell could that be? there are so many yj’s in their school..

riki looks over his shoulder, laughing at the way sunghoon was staring at the letter. “wow.. you have a secret admirer huh?”

sunghoon continues to stare at the letter. “yeah, it’s better than most of the ones i get..”

he doesn’t know why, but he folded the letter and decided to keep it, not throw it away. it’s a weird decision to make, yes, but he wasn’t really thinking straight at the time.

the letter was on his mind the rest of the day.

dear park sunghoon,

i noticed how you read my first letter, i’m grateful, really, usually no one pays attention to my stuff. you probably think it’s weird to just be sticking letters in your locker with hearts on them, but it really is the only way i can talk about my feelings. you don’t have to read this if you don’t want to, but i appreciate you not throwing them out!!

peace and hugs - yj.

sunghoon laughs at the letter. they’re so cute, he thinks to himself. he’s so busy reading it, that he forgets he’s sitting at a table with his very annoying friends.

“ooh! what’s this?”

“jake! give it back!”

jake sim rolls his eyes, sticking out his tongue at the younger, who gives an irritated look. “what? i just want to read it hoonie, no problem here!”

sunghoon seethes, snatching the letter back from jake, who looks flabbergasted by his actions. “don’t touch my stuff” he mumbled.

“damn, what’s going on with you?”

“nothing” sunghoon mutters as a reply to heeseung’s question. “nothing’s going on!” he gives a fake smile.

the rest of his friends just blink, shrugging. “okay, whatever you say sunghoon”. sunghoon sighs in his mind, glad they didn’t extend the conversation further.

he just hoped they didn’t notice how much he was smiling over the letter.

a few weeks had gone by, and the letters were consistent with each day. with each coming letter, sunghoon would learn more about this 'yj' person.

for starters, the writer was a boy, he was an artist, and sunghoon had bumped into him many times during the school day without even knowing.

the mystery was killing him. who the hell was this yj person and why was he driving him crazy with his dumb letters? it was something so simple yet so intriguing..

dear park sunghoon,

god you make me feel special! knowing you read each and every one of my letters is amazing! you don’t know how glad it makes me. anyway, i was sketching the other day and you immediately came to mind, your so photogenic, you know? you always look good anyway. also, you dyed your hair? i love it! blonde is definitely a good look on you. have a good day, and make sure to drink some water (and if you don’t i’ll find you i swear to god).

peace and hugs - yj.

sunghoon smiles. god, this boy is driving him crazy. he’d never received so many compliments in one single sentence, and somehow, it being written down made him more giddier then when someone would tell him straight up.

he sighs, the mystery of who yj was plaguing his mind. he folds the letter and puts it back into his backpack, he starts walking down the hall, way too distracted by his thoughts to look forward.

suddenly, two boys run past him like they’re running from a serial killer. “sorry, sunghoon!”

“it’s fine..” he mumbled, turning back around to be met face to face with another boy. “oh, uh— are those your friends?”

the boy sighs, nodding. “yeah, i’m sorry about them, sunghoon, they didn’t hurt you right?”

“no no, they’re okay” he dismissively waves his hand, and the sighs in relief. “seriously, y/n, it’s all fine”.

jang y/n smiles. “yeah, okay, i have to go make sure they don’t kill anyone”.

“well, good luck!”

sunghoon watches the boy zoom away, almost faster than his friends from before. he blinks, questioning what just went down.

did they just— you know what, never mind.

there wasn’t a new letter that day.

sunghoon was clearly confused. the letters were consistent, so not getting one that day seemed like an abnormal thing.

maybe he just forgot! you can’t write letters every day and not get tired..

that still didn’t ease sunghoon. was he okay? did he not come to school today? his worries were not eased by the excuses he was giving himself.

he should just take it easy, he didn’t know the boy personally, so he shouldn’t be so worried about him anyway.

well, that’s what sunghoon wanted to believe...

he’s so busy in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice the boy staring from afar.

“jesus christ park sunghoon, your so helpless”.

dear park sunghoon,

my dearest apologies for not writing you a letter yesterday, i was busy, and got hurt, and all that stuff you probably don’t care about. i’m super sorry for leaving you hanging like that, it’s not what i intended to do, again, i apologize. i’m fine, don’t worry, i’ll still be here to cheer you up every day!

peace and hugs - yj.

sunghoon doesn’t know why, but he sighs in relief. at least he’s okay.. he thinks to himself, folding the letter and putting it in his pocket.

it’s stupid, really. how he hasn’t even met the boy who’s writing him letters yet he’s become so enamored for him already. “good, he’s alright”.

god, what was going on with sunghoon?

dear park sunghoon,

i…

the boy taps his pen onto the empty paper, not knowing what to write next. he’d pretty much poured every single thing into his letters. it was nice that sunghoon was reading them, but now he had nothing more to write down.

“y/n? are you even listening to me!?”

the jang blinks, taking off his headphones. “uh.. no, can you repeat that?” he asks, earning a huff from the girl across from him.

jang wonyoung groans, leaning back in her seat. “still writing your love letters?”

he tries to bite back the smile on his face, but doesn’t succeed, and his face burns a bright red.

he decides to go for the honest answer. “yeah”.

yujin hums from beside wonyoung. “you’ve been giving him these letters for almost half a month now, when are you going to tell him your feelings straight up?”

“i don’t know” he says, crossing both his arms and legs on the couch. “i’m just anxious, you know? it’s gonna be insanely awkward, it’s not like he even talks to me that much”.

yujin gasps, shock evident on her face. “what do you mean!? i saw you two giggling together yesterday, your not slick jang y/n!”

“they were?!” wonyoung yells, eyes blown out in shock. “and you didn’t tell me! wow! and here i thought you were a good brother, n/n”.

“i am, won” the older whines. “i just don’t want to get rejected, you know what happened last time…”

y/n sighed, a particular memory coming to his mind. he could always feel anxiety coursing through his veins whenever sunghoon was even an inch near him, it was a surprise that he could even talk to the boy straight.

that’s why he was expressing his feelings through letters. he couldn’t bear to say them out loud, and the best way to say everything he felt about sunghoon was to write them down.

he could only hope he’d be able to talk to him about it.

sunghoon stares out the window. he probably looked like one of those main characters right now, staring out the window with his chin on his hand.

“hi” sunghoon looks up, smiling when he catches sight of a familiar face. “y/n, hi”.

the jang laughs. “can i sit here?” he asks, and sunghoon just nods, pushing the seat so the boy could sit. “thanks”.

“what are you doing?”

“looking at the cars passing by, the red one is nice”.

y/n laughs. he didn’t seem to want to pay attention to the class either, as he pulls out a sketchbook and begins drawing, pretty much ignoring everything around him.

sunghoon takes his eyes off the window for a moment, looking over at the book which he was sketching in. he momentarily writes something on the paper, and sunghoon squints his eyes at the handwriting.

he’s seen that handwriting before, but where?

sunghoon tilts his head, trying to get a better look at the handwriting of the boy beside him.

that’s when it hit him.

the letters.

yj.

he was quite literally sitting right next to the boy who had been writing him the sweetest letters he had ever read for the past month or so.

the realization hits him like a speeding truck, and he sits there in silence, the boy beside him having absolutely no idea he just figured out.

what the hell am i gonna do now?

sunghoon was hopeless.

AUTHORS NOTE — uh.. no comment, i know this makes no sense and every time i came back to this i kept adding more random stuff sooooo

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