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thinkingaboutjaedyn · 2 months

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ex [a.bonmati x reader]

prompt: aitana pushes you away after the break-up, but you want to be more than just past lovers.

author notes: a full fledged fic? who would have thought 🙇🏽‍♀️ anyways this fic is angsty, but i swear it's not anything toxic. enjoy it 💕

playing ex by kiana lede 🎵

hey, hm

we went from 2 am calls to

zero communication, yeah

we spent too long in heaven that

we felt the elevation

just 'cause it's different and

we're not the same

doesn't mean things have to change

i got no trouble with my pride,

got trouble cutting ties

friendship breakups are bone-crushing, worse than actual relationship breakups most of the time. if you knew the moment aitana left out of your place that day meant to the end of a years long friendship, maybe you would have figured it out. aitana was a constant figure in your life since you were only eleven. with you both playing at a youth academy a friendship was bound to emerge and that it did. the spainard should became one of your closest friends as the years went by.

by your late teens, she was basically a part of your family. coming over to your family home almost everyday and even staying overnight when it was too late to make the trip back home. you two watched each other change from awkward eleven year olds to established adults. the bond between you two was special; aitana always said so. you were her bestfriend, her soulmate, practically the love of her life. eventually that deep friendship blurred into something more, but the short spainard didn't address how intimate the friendship has gotten by the time you were both twenty-two, so you didn't either. what's the point of ruining a good thing over feelings you don't even know are repiocated?

when you went overseas to the wsl, aitana was heartbroken. she was planning on confessing to you right on your twenty-third birthday, but no, you just had to take a different direction in your career.

the night before you had to leave for manchester, you and aitana were sitting on the beach. side by side. shoulder to shoulder. it's around nine pm, so time was ticking by. you would have to head home soon to get a good amount of rest for your morning flight and by the silence between aitana and you, she didn't like that fact.

"why are you leaving?" she breaks the silence, mumbling. her head leans over to rest against yours. the question sounds so sad coming from her lips that you almost want to tell you that no, you weren't leaving. weren't leaving barcelona. weren't leaving her. but you couldn't so you just sigh.

"i want to try something new. you know, see a new style of football," you try to explain but the words don't sound that convincing. you didn't add in how you wanted to get away from aitana so you could settle your feelings. you didn't add in the fact your contract was only for a year and a few months, not even the media mentioned the length of your contract with manchester city.

"you can try new things here, no?" aitana leans away before turning her head to look at you. her eyebrows are furrowed; showing the slight annoyance in her mood. "barcelona has been trying new things, so why won't you stay?" she says, no, nearly begs to know.

you interlock your hands with hers. giving them a gentle squeeze before saying, "i swear i want to stay. i would never want to be apart from you, but it's not just that.."

"then what is it? i'll try to fix it, i'll help you fix it. just tell me and we can figure it out. we always do," her eyes glance into yours. the sad pout on her lips makes you want to just cancel your flight and stay here in spain, but you can't so you just pull her into a hug. the tears start to flow from her the moment aitana stuffs her face into your neck. "it feels like i have never been without you.." she cried into your skin. you fight your own tears, rubbing her back gently.

some may say that display of emotion was dramatic, but they just didn't understand how deep you and aitana's friendship went. you two spent nearly every moment together, off the field and on the field. without each other to be physically around all the time, who would fill that empty spot in you two's lives now?

maybe aitana would react to the news better if you confessed your feelings then, but it was too late to even try to in the moment. you just let her cry as you comfort her. inviting her over to your place afterwards to spend one last night together.

when you did come back to barcelona after your contract with manchester city ended, aitana cried again in your arms. this time out of happiness instead of sadness. the spainard became determined to keep you in spain for the rest of your career; she couldn't deal with just facetimes and texts anymore.

the rest of the barcleona team welcomed you back with open arms. teasing you about how you better not leave home ever again. you didn't ever plan to anyway, so you would just joke back.

your plan to leave spain and get over your feelings for aitana was an absolute fail. everytime you heard her voice over the phone your feelings just got bigger. you would rather endlessly want more with her than be away from aitana any longer.

you slip right back into your role in the team and in aitana's life. going over her house after practice everyday, cuddling while watching movies, becoming a great duo on the pitch again, and all the other stuff you two always do. your feelings were still there but you always pushed them away. not wanting to ruin a good thing. you had just got your best friend back.

fast forward to aitana's twenty fifth birthday. the short spainard had a large dinner with her family and her barcelona teammates. afterwards, it was her and you, a little tipsy on the balcony of her apartment. she was getting horribly handsy, but it didn't bother you. people in spain are just naturally affectionate and this was also your bestfriend, your aitana. she could touch you however she liked. it wasn't until she pulled away from you, but not too far, her hands holding onto your hips.

"y/n.." she says softly. looking up at you with a nervous look in her eyes. your heart races at not only how beautiful she looks in that moment, but also the nervousness in her eyes; aitana is never nervous around you. she doesn't have to. you are her bestfriend, her y/n, her rock. she can be whatever she wants around you. however she wants.

"what is it?" you whisper out, moving your hand to push some of her hair behind her right ear. she leans in closer. eyes a little dazed from the wine she drank earlier.

"i like you.. a lot. no, i love you a lot," she says. you chuckle before saying, "of course you do. what would you do without me." your heart races so fast hearing her speak. her words carry a different tone than before when she usually says those three words. why did it feel different now?

aitana pouts before furrowing her brows. obviously annoyed you haven't caught on to the different meaning behind her words. this i love you wasn't the same one she first said back when she was thirteen, when she realized she wanted you to stay around in her life forever as her best friend. this was more than that. "no.. i love you. i just want to kiss you.." she says.

you widen your eyes before smiling. aitana actually returned your feelings? before you can fully react she pulls you into a kiss. too impatient to hear your verbal response. the kiss is pretty messy with aitana being drunker than you, but still you savor it. your first kiss with aitana is worth remembering.

when she pulls away she pouts away, "i didn't ask you if you liked me back or if you even wanted a kiss." you giggle and peck the pout off of her lips, "of course i like you back."

after that you two got together. your relationship didn't feel that different though, just with more kisses and more than before. whenever you got jealous you actually had the right to act on it. there were many perks that came along with being consider aitana's girlfriend rather than just her best friend. however there were some setbacks as well.

you realized people were right when they said just because someone is a good friend, doesn't mean they would be a good girlfriend. not to say aitana was a bad girlfriend, but she struggled to understand why you would get jealous when she would be incredibly touchy with others. she didn't want to reveal your relationship to the public, perfectly fine with only the people in you two's personal life knowing about the change between you. which wasn't so bad until you see how many people think she's dating someone else and have to fight the urge to post about how she's yours. she was the worse at arguments. quicker to do the silent treatment than to try to work anything out. it was a bad habit from your friendship that you knew she had and just dealt with because she was your bestfriend, you knew how to get around it, but in a relationship with her you didn't want to. you wanted to communicate like a healthy couple should.

everything came to a head a few days after your twenty-sixth birthday. almost a year after aitana confessed to you.

the barcelona team have dragged you out for a good time in the club since your birthday was on a match-day, meaning you couldn't go out like you wanted to. aitana was clinging to you the entire night until she was swept away by some blonde stranger.

you were sipping on your drink, a glare directed right at the blonde whose hands were on your girlfriend as they danced. why did you let her pull aitana away again? because your feet were hurting? yeah well now your heart was. when you finally had enough at the sight of that stranger moving her hands down from aitana's waist to her hips, you pull her away. ignoring the spainard's complaints as you pull her all the way outside. quick to take your jacket off to make sure she didn't feel cold in the paris winds; you may be annoyed at her, but you still love her.

"why were you letting her be all over you?" you want to shout badly, but instead just talk calmly. not wanting to draw attention to the fact two barcelona players were outside about to argue.

"it was just a dance, amor."

"it wasn't just a dance. she obviously wants you," you grab onto her arm, holding in a soft grip before saying, "why can't you act like you have a girl? that you aren't single."

aitana frowns hearing your words. where was this coming from? she quickly tries to deny your statement, "i do. it was never going to go further than dancing."

"that was already too far."

"then why didn't you say anything?"

"why should i have to? you should know that nobody would be fine with some woman dancing with their girlfriend like that!" you say in a hushed tone. pulling aitana closer so that nobody would hear the conversation between you two. the confused look on aitana's face makes your heart hurt. why didn't you communicate your feelings? you always hated how she goes straight to silent treatment, but you go straight to being angry every single time.

"you have never been angry about this before," she replies. fighting the instinct in her to just shut down and go back into the club. she can't even if she wanted to with you holding onto her.

"before what? before this situation or before we got together? i'm not just your bestfriend anymore, i'm your girlfriend, act like it!" you finally let out all the frustration from previous times where aitana just didn't get it. aitana glares at you before shaking her head. "don't tell me what to do. don't yell at me! yes, you're my girlfriend and i'm yours but you don't control me. i'm an adult, so treat me like it!" she argued back. pulling herself out of your grasp harshly before rushing back into the club. leaving you by herself outside.

aitana ignored you for nearly two days. it felt like a year with no texts from her, no calls her, and her refusing to hang out with all the other barcleona players who went to brunch right after the night at the club. even when you all went on the plane to head back to spain, she sat next to alexia. sleeping the entire flight away and being the first to get off. you knew you screwed up and it was your entire fault for her behavior even if it wasn't the healthiest. you should have communicated better even with your frustration.

finally when the silence all got too much, you went over to aitana's apartment. it only takes two knocks for aitana to open up. she sighs once she sees it's you, but doesn't turn you away. instead letting you inside silently. walking over to her couch while you slip your shoes off at the door. your eyes noticing your jacket from the night at the club hanging on a hook near the door.

"aitana.." you move over to the couch, sitting beside her with some space left between you two. she scoots closer which is a good sign that the anger from before isn't still present, but still the silence made you nervous.

"aitan-" you don't get to finish your sentence before aitana speaks. "i'm sorry.." she says with her head down, "i get what you were saying that night. i shouldn't had let her just be all over me and at the time i didn't understand, but after thinking about it, you're right. i'm so used to thinking about you as my bestfriend rather than my girlfriend that i overstep."

the genuine regret in her voice makes you want to reconsider the reason you came over here; to break up with aitana. it has been on your mind for a while now, but that day in paris was just the last push you needed to go through with it. that's not the only reason you're here though. you wanted to come check up on aitana and make sure your words didn't hurt her too deeply, you still love her but it feels like you're slowly falling out of love with her.

"aitana, listen. i love you, okay?" you smile when she lifts her head up. a happy look on her face as she listens to you. "it's just.. i don't think we were meant to be more than best friends. you're my world i swear and i love you but not like this.. anymore," aitana's face immediately drops after you finish speaking.

when she saw you at her door she thought, yes, i could fix it but instead this visit is just the death to the relationship she's been craving from you for a while now.

"so you want to break up? why..?" aitana's voice cracks, "why are you leaving me again? i don't get it."

tears start to flow from her eyes before she could stop them. this break up reminds her of when you left for manchester; she felt like she lost you. now she's losing you again.

you sit there awkwardly, not knowing what to say. seeing aitana cry makes you cry as well. you pull her into a hug that she accepts quickly; even when you're breaking her heart, she clings to you. as her bestfriend you have always been her source of comfort, but now you're her source of pain as well. a condiaction that she's not willing to think about.

for the rest of the night, aitana clings to you. not allowing you to do anything without her by your side and eventually you two fall asleep in her bed. with her face nuzzled into your neck, her arms wrapped around your waist, her legs tangled with yours.

the next day you didn't leave her apartment until three in the afternoon. aitana almost begged you to stay, but she just lets you leave. she loves so much that she will respect your choices and if that means breaking up than she will respect that.

after the break-up, it's like aitana continued on the silent treatment. hardly replying to your texts or answering your calls, she stopped sitting by you everywhere, no more cracking jokes while in the locker room, she just disappeared from your life. it was just like when you left for manchester expect that she didn't try to stay connected.

and you understand why, you would never hate her for it. she's trying to get over you and can't do that if you two are acting like the closest people ever but still it hurts. hurts so bad. you have never been without aitana since you were eleven years old. she was always there, being her cute self. and now she's gone; it feels like your world is collapsing.

you may have broken up with aitana, but you still love her. you're just not in love with her.

you want your best friend back.

i don't wanna be your ex

we way too good at being friends

can we still hangout

on the low, get wild

i don't wanna be your,

i don't wanna be your

hit ya girl up with a text,

when you're alone and feeling stressed

i don't gotta be in love with you, to love you

i don't wanna be your, so

don't treat me like your

e-e-e-e, e-e-ex

i don't want to be your

e-e-e-e, e-e-ex

without aitana, you felt lonely. you have tons of friends outside of aitana of course. you're close with all of your fellow barcelona teammates and have made a reputation of being friends with many other women footballers. then there are your childhood friends from your schooldays that you cherish with your entire spirit. but none of them could compare to aitana. she has been and still is your number one.

all those nights where you held eachother, the daily ice cream trips you two would go on, the endless movie nights could never be replaced by anyone else. it just wasn't the same.

the rest of the barcelona team realized you two broke up as the days went past. when aitana who would usually jump up at the first opportunity to pair up with you for training exercises instead choose to pair up with ona, everyone knew something was up. their suspicions were confirmed when you left before aitana. unlike before when aitana and you would leave together, either going to get food together or going home together.

nobody wanted to be one to ask the question they knew the answer to, so everyone acted like everything was fine. aitana and you still connected on the pitch, but off of it that connection was dead and cold.

aitana wasn't doing any better than you mentally. she felt alone, even when she was hanging out with alexia or ingrid. her mind always drifted back to you, but the hurt you caused to her heart makes her want to resent you. to punish you for leaving her. she's know this is unreasonable, childish, and partially true because you love her.

aitana knows you love her dearly, she can see it in your eyes but it isn't the love she holds for you. it's just as deep, just as intimate, just as special but not romantic anymore and that kills her.

her own romantic feelings were slowly fading though and the yearning for you was getting stronger. not as her girlfriend, but as her bestfriend. she's used to waking up to either you cuddling her or a text from you saying good morning. now she has neither, she hates that. she wants you, but feels too stubborn to do it just yet.

whenever aitana felt down, she would go through you two's messages. her mood getting better just thinking about all the moments attached to the texts. she scrolls through her photos of you, trying not to just call you and hear your voice. she craves you deeply, but won't let you know.

a month passed then two then three.

aitana ignoring you was becoming old. you want to be back in her life, you need to be. she's your soulmate; has been since you were both eleven. a life without her doesn't sound right, so you become determined to make her come back to your arms. seeing aitana be so loving to everyone else while giving you the cold shoulder was incredibly annoying and heartbreaking.

you aren't sure on how to get aitana to pay attention to you. she seemed set on ignoring you for the rest of you two's careers, but you weren't going to allow that.

one day you just decide to take a leap of fate by calling her. the phone rings for so long you almost think she isn't going to answer, but she does. aitana doesn't say a thing, but you can tell she's on the other line. her breathing clear as day.

"tana..?" you say softly, slightly nervous. it feels strange to feel nervous when talking to aitana. it reminds you of the first time you two met as children. feeling too shy to speak to the talented eleven year old that was aitana. she took the first step by handing you a freezepop after practice one day, scooting closer to you before eating her one. you felt it in your spirit that she was made to be your bestfriend then.

"yeah?" she replies. her tone not being venomous like you thought it would be.

"can we hang out or just talk? i miss your voice.."

"but you hear my voice everyday, no?" aitana jokes. you roll your eyes at quick she is to make the conversation light, but it's an endearing trait you love about her. quickly she gets more serious, "why? why would you want to be around your ex?"

you groan at hearing the word ex escape her mouth. in your mind that small relationship was just a chapter in your friendship with aitana, not anything that holds any impact. you want her to think of you as her best friend, not her ex.

"because you aren't just my ex, aitana. you're my best friend and i can't stand another day without spending time with you," you say. aitana goes silent on the other line. her silence makes you frown; was she going to grow angry that you aren't fully acknowledging the fact the feelings between you two were very much real?

it takes a minute but aitana eventually says, "i miss you too. can i come see you..?"

the smile on your lips was probably the warmest you have ever smiled. "yeah. let's meet at that ice cream shop, you know, the one we always go to," you say. aitana hastily agrees before hanging up.

you couldn't wait to see her.

let's skip the awkward run-ins, or

pretending like we're strangers

and get back to how we started, yeah

don't pour water on fire

just 'cause it's different and we're not the same

doesn't mean things have to change

i got no trouble with my pride,

got trouble cutting ties

seeing the familiar ice cream shop that aitana and you have been regulars at since you were eleven brings back the best memories. the first time you two became super close, the first time aitana comforted you, the first time you and aitana considered eachother bestfriends. it all rushes back as you walk through that simple white door where the paint has been peeling off for years now, but nobody ever fixes it.

you arrive twenty minutes before aitana is supposed to meet you here, wanting to have some time to breathe and figure out what to say. this would be the first time talking face to face where you weren't saying soccer related things in three months.

"been missing you," the old lady behind the counter, esperanza, says. she's been here since forever. you don't remember a moment where she wasn't working the counter. she knew all of you and aitana's favorites.

"missed you more. sorry for not coming around as much," you say. happily accepting the vanilla ice cream she hands you. esperanza doesn't let you pay, saying it's on the house since she's been missing you.

"it's okay. where is your little friend?" she questions. you just shrug before shaking your head, "she's coming. she would never miss seeing you."

esperanza chuckles at that before gesturing for you to go sit down, so your ice cream wouldn't melt. you sit at one of the tables near the window. the shop wasn't huge, but it was homey. with various decorations that have been up since you first came here. everything was same it felt like expect for the relationship between aitana and you. the rest of your lives seem to be frozen in time while the friendship between you two was speeding past.

you look out the window, thinking about what to say. would aitana even show? hopefully, she isn't the type to just blow someone off even when angry. she cares about others time. your question is answered when aitana passes by the window before coming through the door.

"hi esperanza! i have missed you, you know," she says with a huge smile on her face. not even noticing you near the window as she comes over to the counter. it isn't until she finishes her conversation with esperanza and gets her strawberry flavored ice cream before she spots you. turning to see you at the window. the way her body tenses makes you cringe; is this how everything is going to be for now on?

you stand, half eaten ice cream in hand, and walk out of the shop. why were you moving away from her like she's some stranger? you couldn't help yourself, seeing her stand there awkwardly makes you want to scream. however you don't go far. sitting down on the pavement in front of the shop; this street doesn't allow cars and it wasn't really busy on thursdays, so there was no one to bother you or spot a top footballer sitting outside of some quaint ice cream shop.

aitana is still standing in the shop. frowning as she looks out the window and see you just sitting there on the pavement, like you always do when it's too hot to stay inside of the shop, but you weren't out there because of the heat this time around. it was because of her.

she didn't mean to just fall silent once she saw you. aitana had so much to say, but hardly the words to express it. seeing esperanza than you seriously brighten up her day that she froze up a bit. hopefully you won't shut her out.

"go talk to her. she misses you," esperanza says, leaning against the counter. before aitana can question her words, esperanza says, "i'm an old woman. i know these things. do you know how many people come in and out of here with love stories? she loves you. talk to her and make whatever this is right. you guys almost made my shop chillier than the ice cream."

esperanza's words make aitana really realize she wants to make this right. her feelings for you were still lingering in her mind, but she could care less; she needs to talk to you.

aitana walks out of the ice cream shop. sitting down right next to you on the pavement, shoulder to shoulder. your ice cream is completely gone by now, aitana takes that as an opportunity to start up a conversation. "you just couldn't wait?" she jokes, gesturing to your hand that had a lack of an ice cream cone in it.

you look at her in confusion before giggling loudly. "not my fault that you are such a slow eater," you joke back. pointing to her strawberry ice cream that was half melted by now. aitana tries to eat the rest of her ice cream quickly, but that doesn't really help as her ice cream melts away.

you two fall back into your roles. easily getting comfortable again despite the obvious conversation that needs to be had. you want to bring up what happened, but can't, worried that it will ruin the atmosphere between you. aitana seems to worry about the same thing as she says nothing about it, but that doesn't you two don't enjoy yourselves and sorta apologize in your own little ways.

aitana brings up how you know she can be really stubborn sometimes as a joke and you easily tease her about it before she teases you about your anger issues.

you two don't get to fully apologize that day, but you do rekindle a friendship that almost went stale.

i don't wanna be your ex

we way too good at being friends

can we still hangout

on the low, get wild

i don't wanna be your,

i don't wanna be your

hit ya girl up with a text,

when you're alone and feeling stressed

i don't gotta be in love with you, to love you

i don't wanna be your,

so don't treat me like your

e-e-e-e, e-e-ex

i don't want to be your

e-e-e-e, e-e-ex

don't act like i don't care for you

cause you know i'd always be there for you (oh)

don't act like i don't care for ya

cause you know i'd always be there for you

i don't want to be your ex

we're way too good at being friends

can we still hangout on the low get wild

i don't want to be your, i don't want to be your

i don't wanna be your ex

we way too good at being friends (yeah)

can we still hangout

on the low, get wild

i don't wanna be your, i don't wanna be your

hit ya girl up with a text,

when you're alone and feeling stressed

i don't gotta be in love with you,

to love you (love you)

i don't wanna be your, so

don't treat me like your

e-e-e-e, e-e-ex

i don't want to be your

e-e-e-e, e-e-ex

i don't want to be your

e-e-e-e, e-e-ex

it takes a while for aitana and you to fully become comfortable with eachother. you two start to hang out more outside of soccer just like before; visiting that same ice cream shop nearly everyday.

those unsaid feelings still hang in-between you two, but you refuse to be the one to address them. even though you said you would fix it, if things are going well, why mention it? you were afraid of ruining what aitana and you have again. running around the topic wasn't doing either of you favors either. you couldn't bring up new crushes like you used to because you didn't know if aitana had moved on fully yet.

aitana was having a mental challenge of her own; she wanted closure. the break up to her felt so sudden that she had no time to process it even when she spent months not talking to you. during those months all she did was yearn for you, so it wasn't that beneficial. her feelings for you had definitely faded into something small; aitana will probably always like you in that way for a tiny amount but the platonic love she has for is even stronger. she just wants to be apart of your life as your best friend. the one you can always trust.

how can she get to that point fully if she doesn't express how she's feeling? aitana ponders about this for nearly five days. the question becoming larger and larger in her head everytime she saw you until she had to say something.

"y/n, want to come over to my place today?" aitana asks as you two walk around on the practice field. she's holding her waterbottle in one hand and yours in the other. you shrug before saying, "what do you think?"

right after practice you two go to aitana's apartment. she convinces to hold her bag all the way up to her apartment floor, reminding you that she held your waterbottle earlier. you jokily grumble about how you will never let her do something for you again. the atmosphere between you is light for nearly a full hour. aitana makes a large salad for you too even though you begged for her to add chicken pieces in it; she refused.

"tana, stop," you groan softly. your eyebrows furrowed together as you push her with your shoulder. currently you are trying to beat her in fifa, but she's been distracting you the entire game. laughing loudly during a game should be a crime with how loud aitana can be when she wants.

"but y/nnn. i wanna win," she giggles. pushing you back which lets her win the game. you roll your eyes, setting your controller down on her coffee table. mentally you remind yourself to tickle her for revenge later on. suddenly as aitana sets down her controller, the air around you two feel so serious.

she gives you a nervous glance, you thought you two were over this awkward phase? why is she acting so nervous now?

aitana grabs onto your hand before resting her head against your shoulder. you rest your head against hers, squeezing her hand gently to let her know to not be nervous. "i have something to say.." she says. you let out a sigh; now it's your turn to be nervous.

"why did you break up with me? i just want to know.." she trails off, glancing at you to see your reaction. why does it feel like you two are walking on eye shells around eachother? it's annoying.

you sigh before saying, "because i realized we weren't meant to be more than bestfriends and that's not in a bad way. i love you so much. i can't live without you. when we weren't friends, i lost my mind. all i want in life is to be with you."

aitana stares at you for a moment before smiling, "i love you too. let's promise to never push each other away again?" she holds out her pinky to you. just like back when you two held out your pinkies and promised to be friends forever at eleven. "promise," you say, linking your pinky with hers.

you pull her close into a hug, just relieved you now fully have your best friend back. you may not be in love with her, but you do love her.

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nocturni3 · 1 year

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Miguel O’Hara x male reader: Dinner plans

Part 2 Canon tragedy

(TW: mentions of childhood abuse, cheating, toxic family, family issues, past relationship drama, blowjob, phone call during sex, NSFW, anal fingering, cum swallowing, possibly incorrect Spanish)

It was their one day off from working, and instead of spending it with just himself and his loving other half m/n; they were rushing around the apartment rushing to look presentable for a dinner M/n had insisted was long since due.

Meeting Miguel O’hara’s family, or the small family Miguel had which included his distant cold shouldered mother and his equally distant little brother Gabriel. Both Miguel loved but the same couldn’t be said the other way around.

For shock's sake they both still despised him for his career path in Alchemax. But after seeing what he’s seen the past few weeks working “late nights” as Spider-Man and seeing the brutality done to the citizens in Downtown Miguel was beginning to feel sick at himself at the privileged higher class life both him and m/n had built themselves; off the backs of the same people he saves from the same company him and M/n work for.

He’s just thankful that you at least worked in the more “innocent” part of the company. Making medical equipment for the city's hospitals and small clinics. But not Miguel, he constantly watched all the genetic failures Alchemax makes day in and day out, placing a strong divergence in his morals. Quitting wasn’t an option, not when Miguel was Alchemaxs head genetic and engineering scientist in his department of Alchemax. Tyler Stone probably wouldn’t even bother drugging Miguel next time. He’d just skip straight to killing Miguel and be done with it before the twisted bastards next board meeting.

On top of the twisted bastard having his eyes on M/n anytime Miguel and him go out together for their lunch breaks, no Miguel had no choice but to stay, to find Alchemaxs secrets and destroy them slowly as Spider-Man. A part of himself still hid from M/n despite hearing your approval of this new age hero.

“Miguel! Have you seen my one watch?”

Miguel’s head snapped back up to reality looking down at his failed attempt of a tie, hearing your urgency Miguel undid his tie popping his head from your shared room seeing you facing away from him bending down to the floor to look under the coffee table.

The suit you wore hugged you in all the right areas, especially your ass-

“Yes I know my ass is very distracting O’Hara but can you get over here and help me look please?”

Clearing his throat Miguel chuckled making his way over to you, long giving up on the tie for now.

“Why do you need your watch anyways we’re just meeting my oh so supportive and wonderful family”

M/n rolled his eyes and sighed as he sat up on the table as Miguel continued searching the couch for his boyfriends old outdated watch. Crossing your legs you look at Miguel, a look that spoke words and Miguel knew what you were going to say before you did.

“Yes I know I should at least try and fix at least me and Gabe's relationship, but love I’m telling you they both won't be welcoming for either of us. Knew that the moment I went to school”

M/n knew this to unfortunately be true of many struggling families who chose to work for the corrupt corporations for a chance for a stable easy life . M/n and Miguel both knew this more than most.

M/n and Miguel met at Alchemaxs high school for gifted youth. When he was dating the smartest girl in school; Xina Kwan. And even then he was very close chested about his family, he wouldn’t even tell Xina much and after they broke it off and Miguel started dating Dina Miguel never spoke much aside from small mentions of Gabe being a hard ass about Miguel’s choice in company schooling.

It was only after Dina stormed away from Miguel at a party after he confessed he just wasn’t in love with her clingy behavior anymore. That same night you made sure your best friend made it back to his dorms safely after he drank himself into a pit. Did you learn from a drunk and slurred conversation with Miguel that he was the black sheep of the family, that his mom despised him for looking so much like his abusive father. That Gabe only talked to him still out of pity.

You comforted Miguel that night the best way you could, avoiding Miguel’s drunken want for a kiss. Stating if he still remembered tonight and felt the same after his hell of a Hangover tomorrow you’d consider kissing his kicked puppy looking face.

A bet Miguel won.

Regardless of the past you knew Miguel tried his best to avoid talking to his brother and his girlfriend who both know were leading a downtown rebellion against Alchemax; after all the less either of you knew the better.

Not to mention Miguel only visiting his mother if Gabe asked him to come. M/n didn’t have a family, both parents dead and being raised in an abusive poorly funded orphanage; the only thing close to family was his outdated watch that belonged to his dad. A watch he knew Miguel didn’t understand the broken watches value fully, only that you’ve worn the old thing since the two of you met.

Sighing M/n walked over to a stressed Miguel who in his own mind was trying his hardest to not lose focus on keeping his talons hidden, a feat that was a struggle when he was stressed like he was in this moment. That was until he felt the warmth radiating off M/n whose hand gently pulled Migue away from the couch to face him. Miguel’s body relaxed some at his boyfriend's hands fixed Miguel’s suit before started to tie the long forgotten tie.

“I know this dinner with them wasn’t your idea hun, but wouldn’t it ease some of the stress you’ve been under?”

Miguel raised an eyebrow his hands resting on your hips.

“What stress? I’m fine-“

M/n hmmed pulling the red tie tightly up to Miguel’s collar before shoving it into his suit, patting Miguel’s broad chest.

“Famous last words, hot stuff; you're not fine, don’t think all my staring was just on that handsome face O’Hara. Anytime Gabe calls and asks if you’ve found a girl yet so his girlfriends can stop pestering him to go on a double date. Or even the time your mom called to pester you for not dating like Gabe. Love, wouldn’t it be easier to just rip the bandage off. Worse comes to shove it’ll be an awkward night of questions then we come home and I help you forget it.”

Miguel smirks, careful to not show his fangs before shoving his face into your neck breathing in your expensive cologne he’s always found attractive on you. His hands slowly make their way to grab your ass. Your hands were too slow to stop as Miguel’s strong grip pulled you close enough to press your bodies together. Your small whine had Miguel get turned on combined with your scent under the cologne the way your body just fit with his had Miguel reeling at his luck of having someone like you in his arms right now.

His rough voice whispered into your ear as you tilted it more, exposing your neck to Miguel’s lingering lips.

“Why not help me forget now?”

M/n moaned softly the thought was oh so tempting to just ditch this stressful dinner to have passionate sex with your hottie of a boyfriend. That was until your eyes cracked open, spotting the small metallic old watch sitting on the dining room table. You reacted with a mix of relief and teasing as you escaped from Miguel’s grip running to the table grabbing that old thing.

“That’s where it was!”

You could hear Miguel groan, looking over your shoulder you saw the state he was in a huge tent clearly showing in his pants. Looking at the holo clock on the wall seeing you had a good 30 or so minutes to get to the restaurant you guys should be fine to…indulge.

Miguel stood rubbing his face at M/n’s clear teasing at this point. His brat of a boyfriend had a way to bend Miguel to his whim even now as Miguel feels M/n hand on his neck.

“Ready to head out, Amor?”

Opening his reddish brown eyes clearly sees the mischief in your E/C eyes. To his shock you pushed him into the couch Miguel didn’t have much time to react as M/n leaned over him his arms either head of Miguel’s head gripping the back of the couch. Your hot breath ghosted against Miguel’s cheek to his ear which you didn’t hesitate to bite his lob; your lust shaking breath as you spoke had Miguel become breathless; feeling your hands unbuckle his belt, then pants.

“I think we can make a quick detour don’t you?”

Miguel sighed feeling your hands grope his balls, your hand palming his growing aching cock that didn’t seem to be going down anytime soon.

“Oh shock yes”

Your free hand caressed his jaw before lifting Miguel’s face to look at yours, everything paused as Miguel took in the power you gave off, from your eyes, your posture, even that smirk. He gave him leaning forward, crashing your lips to his, your hand gripping his hair as both of you gave into your urges. Miguel desperately trying his best to keep his fangs from poking your lips as they collided once more.

Both panting as they separated, faces red with lust; Miguel watches as you got to your knees, that old watch of yours bounced the dimmed lights from the apartment as your hands pulled Miguel’s boxers down enough for his cock to spring free from the constricting fabric.

The blood seemed to rush both to Miguel’s head and cock feeling M/n hot breath kiss the tip of the reddening head. The moan that escaped Miguel’s parted lips as the heat of his boyfriend's mouth took the aching, twitching cock all at once.

Miguel wanted to cover his mouth, to keep the erotic sounds from escaping again but Miguel felt hands intertwining with his; gripping tightly preventing him from covering his mouth as a whimpered gasp escaped Miguel’s parted lips.

M/N could feel his own cock swell from the noises Miguel was making, the desperate tugs he’d make to get his hands out of M/n’s iron grip. To cover his mouth but M/n won’t let him, he wanted to listen to all of Miguel’s whines,whimpers, groans, and moans as he sucked him dry.

Taking Miguel nearing out of his mouth, M/n blew cold air onto the pre-leaking cock. Listening to Miguel whimper before running his hot tongue lapping up the pre. Miguel sighs and moans filled the apartment echoing slightly, the sight was breathtaking. Watching Miguel’s muscles tense but go weak with each joint of pleasure your mouth provided him as if sucking him dry of any strength he had left. Yourself moan with his cock shoved back into your mouth loving the feeling of his cocks weight on your tongue.

His head was thrown back as you pushed past your gagging reflex feeling the twitching, desperate cock wanting more, Miguel wanting more.more of you, more of the torturous teasing. To grab your hair and just-

Miguel’s hips thrusted up making your unexpected throat clenched around the cock shoved within it, you gagged the feeling of your throat tighten around his clock head Miguel pant at the constant stimulation you gave him. your head bobbed going as far up; to tease Miguel, before falling all the way down his cock taking in the immense scent of sex and sweat as your nose and lips pressed momentarily into the well trimmed public hair.

The bitter saltery taste of pre sneering in the back of your throat only makes you want more. Letting go of Miguel’s hands you take hold of his thighs traveling your hands from the inner thighs to Miguel’s hips pressing your nails into his skin before gripping his ass the best you could.

Without hesitation Miguel tangled his hands into your hair. Pulling it to the fast rhythm he much preferred. You knew exactly what he liked, what drove him mad as you hmmed around his cock, the vibrations nearly sending Miguel over, if his pre cum was and indication, he was close. The knot in his stomachs was growing nearly unbearable, both pain and pleasure all blending together into a pool of mental gymnastics of if he would or wouldn’t cum.

Miguel creaked open his eye to look down at your once styled hair now a mess intertwined in his fingers, Miguel groaned seeing your lips swollen from the abuse they were enduring. Your face was a shade of red Miguel couldn’t get enough of as he untangled his hand from your hair rubbing away the stray tears that managed to break from your eyes.

“You’re so good to me, so good at sucking me off”

Miguel mumbled. Seeing your hand slide up his suit to his chest, chuckling Miguel grabbed the hand knowing full week what you intended to do. And shock, did he want it desperately, keeping his fangs as hidden as he could as he ran his hot tongue over the two fingers. Watching as you looked at him before thrusting the rest of his thick cock down your throat. Miguel moaned around the fingers as they hooked behind his bottom teeth keeping Miguel’s mouth wide open, the saliva that started collecting in his mouth began to drip globs out of his mouth, some ran down your fingers and arm.

Taking his cock out of your bruised mouth you took a long look at Miguel, face a deep shade of red, sweat forming on his forehead, his body quaking; all while your free hand jerked his cock at an unbearable pace watched as he moaned your fingers still in his mouth, now playing with his tongue, coating your finger in a thick coat of his spit.

“Shock, I wish I had a fucking camera right now, what do you think your family would think of you then; seeing a picture of your slutty face, that mouth of yours wide open dripping spit everywhere from the sheer thought of cumming. Is that what you want?”

M/ns voice deepened his lips pressing to Miguel’s forehead before Miguel could form any words he heard his watch buzzing, M/n gave a dark chuckle at his boyfriends tension upon seeing the caller ID being that of,

‘Gabe’

Smirking down at Miguel M/n leaned down biting Miguel’s neck earning a gasp from Miguel as his body shook,

“Answer it, don’t worry love he won’t know as long as you're quiet”

Miguel froze, his eyes widening at M/n who simply took his fingers from his mouth before sinking back down between Miguel's spread legs, yanking Miguel's thick muscular thighs over his shoulder. M/n licked his lips as he took the hard, throbbing cock back into his mouth while his finger circled Miguel’s hole, gently probing it.

Miguel stiffened a moan from escaping m, looking down at his watch that projected Gabes caller ID. Looking down at M/n whose eyes stared right at Miguel before deep throating him. His body shook the tightness in his stomachs tightened more and more as pleasure built up.

He pressed answer,

“Miguel, you finally shocking answered, where are you? Me and mom are waiting but these fancy upper pigs won’t let us in without you!”

“O-oh uh yeah we’re on our way now sorry traffic-“ Miguel bit into his hand as the first finger pushed past his tight muscle, teasing around everywhere but his prostate.

“We? Who’s we? Holy shit are you telling me you finaly found a chick-ow! Karyn what was that shockin for!”

“You moron will you show some maturity Gabe”

Miguel sighed looking down at M/n who looked at bliss sucking and fingering Miguel, his tongue ran around his cock, his throat tightening with each deep throating- fuck.

“Mmh”

Miguel moaned before pausing seeing that the call was still on, looking down at M/n who’s eyes eyed him.telling him he was loosening his fight.

“Um Miguel you good dude?”

Clearing his throat Miguel fought another moan as the second finger began scissoring him.

“Y-yeah, sorry t-took a drink and it went down the wrong pipe.”

“Hey, save some of the expensive corporate junk for us!”

Karyn yelled, Miguel sighed again, the knot tightening to the point he threw his hand to his boyfriend's head, gripping his hair for support as he continued to suck.

“I will don’t worry there’s enough for everyone-ow!”

Miguel felt a pinch at his inner thighs, staring wide eyed at M/n who glared at him.

‘Stop trying to change who you talk to’ that glare spoke.

“Yo Miguel you sure your good-”

“Gabe tell them the reservation is under the names: Miguel O’Hara and M/n L/N”

“Hold on who’s M/n? That doesn’t sound like a chicks name-“

Miguel felt the irritation of his impending climax and frustration at his dense brother, all nursing in an outburst that M/n wasn’t prepared for, as his fingers thrusted dead on Miguel’s prostate at the same time as he deepthroated him with a low moan as he buried his nose into Miguel’s public hair; tipping Miguel over the edge as he yelled and panted. His body shook;

“He’s not a fucking chick you moron his my boyfriend!”

“What!” Miguel faintly heard his mothers shouting in the background before Miguel hung up. Throwing his head back at the reliefs of both the knot in his stomach snapping in an explosion of pressure.his grip of M/n’s hair was a rush for M/n as he moaned as well feeing himself climaxing his head a blank White Sea of stars as he desperately swallowed as much of Miguel’s cum as he could, some managing falling down his chin as he moaned with Miguel’s guttural almost feral groan as he gripped M/ns hair with one hand and with the other Miguel pushed his hair away from him sweat covered forehead.

All stress flooded out of Miguel in more ways than one as M/n worked him through his leg shaking climax by sucking what was left out of Miguel’s cock while he rubbed Miguel’s thigh, his fingers working gently out of the tightening hole. Before sighing a breath of fresh air, leaning his head onto Miguel’s thigh as Miguel’s grip began to loosen to soothing M/n’s now sore head as he caught his breath. Both stayed like this for a while basking in the afterglow. Before Miguel sighed looking down at his boyfriend who looked worriedly up at him. Before speaking, his voice was rough from their activity , as he took Miguel’s hand into his. Playing with Miguel’s fingers.

“We don’t have to go, hun if you don’t want to anymore I can understand that.”

Miguel frowned at M/n see the look of guilt and overthinking Miguel knew M/n was doing; he was blaming himself to which MIguel pulled M/n onto his lap taking his chin and pulling him into a gentle kiss against the bruised lips faintly tasting his own cum on M/n tongue before separating.

“ nah I think now I want to go more than ever just to see their reaction to my breathtaking boyfriend I screamed about, besides I don’t think I’ll hear the end of it from mom or Gabe if we don’t go and make an appearance. What was it you said? Worse comes to shove it’ll be an awkward night of questions then we come home and you help me forget it…again”

M/n laughed taking Miguel’s face in both hands before pressing their foreheads together,

“Word for word handsome but I think we need to wash up again we reek of sex.”

“Shower together?”

Both smiled love in their eyes as they both gazed at the other remembering this moment like many others Miguel didn’t want to let this go, let you go no matter what.

Part 3

(It took me two days to write this masterpiece. I hope I did good? It’s been a bit since I last wrote smut and Miguel is a character I see going either way and all a bit of angst splashed into it as well! Let me know what you thought of it and I hope you all liked it!)

#fanfic #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #smut #angst #male reader #oneshot #miguel o’hara x male reader #miguel ohara x reader

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letsgetrowdy43 · 9 months

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A walk down memory lane—

Jack Hughes x reader

Request: Can we get Jack having to witness the love of his life getting engaged

He can remember their first kiss, summer of sixth grade, the fourth of July to be precise. Jack was pretty sure he was in love with her, the doe eyes she had sent his way as her mom fixed the bows around her pigtails had his brain foggy as he waited for her to join him.

He was a goner when she extended her hand out to his, the wind knocked right out of his lungs as he caught sight of the freckles dusting the bridge of her nose. She led him right to the tree swing that her parents had hung up that summer, on the branch of their favourite tree, "the best one for climbing" as Quinn would say. Her lips quirked into a smile as her hand squeezed his, yelping at the sound of the fireworks going off, his gaze switching between her and the bright lights erupting in the sky.

And with that when she kissed him, a very short, awkward peck followed by a 'sorry' and the girl running to their families who sat on the dock watching the show.

That was just the first of many moments that verified she was it for him.

He remembers the tears she had shed after being stood up for Junior high formal, her pastel yellow dress and chunky Doc Martins made his heartstrings pull as he called his original date saying that he had a 'family emergency' of some sort to take care of. A sad smile on his lips as he snuck into her room, sitting down next to her as she cried into his shoulder.

"I don't get it," she mumbled. "You are too good for him anyways, too good for anyone really," and he meant it, every word of it as he dried her tears and placed a kiss on her cheek.

The image of her smile burned into the back of his brain as he twirled her around, promising to show her off the entire night cause that's what she needed, to feel like the angel she was. Her rhythmic laughter filled his ears as he offered out his hands for the slow dance, a shy smile on her face as he placed his hands on her hips, "You look really pretty," he said, trying his hardest not to stutter as she watched him with adoring eyes. "Thank you J, for all of tonight really," she stood on her tip-toes to place a lipgloss-covered kiss on his cheek, "my prince charming."

That's how his life worked, there was hockey, and then there was her, and she somehow always came first in his mind. Until she was ripped right out of his grasp when the Hughes family made their move to Michigan so he could join the UNSTDP alongside his brother.

He held back tears as she helped pack up his room, laughing through her cries as they packed up all of his room, including the photos of the two of them that adorned his walls. "Don't miss me too much, and especially don't replace me when you go back to school," she cried as she folded up his last sweater. His gaze moved from the box in front of him to look at her, brows pulled together as he reached forward and pulled her into his hold, "No one will ever amount to you."

He cried as she squeezed him, "I'm so proud of you J," she whispered as her face buried deeper into his neck. "I love you Y/N," he said it, almost like a promise, rolling off of his tongue as his cheek pressed against the crown of her head. "Love you too J, my best friend, always"

He didn't see her again until the summer going into their senior year, her parent's work had held them back from the annual Hughes' Michigan trip for the past two years, but this one, this was the summer they were going reunite. She pulled into the driveway, hair a bit shorter, her figure a bit fuller from maturing, and she was so ready to see not only her best friends but the boys she called her brothers.

"Quinn!" she squealed as the older boy turned around with a grin, pulling her into a hug as he smiled at her parents, "you're a canuck! I'm so proud of you," she mumbled as she pulled away to see the other Hughes brothers staring at her.

Jack's face was a bright shade of red as Luke ran over next to say his hello's, the middle child was last to get one of her infamous hugs. "I missed you," he said as she squeezed him tighter. "Me too," she pulled away to get a good look at him, the summer was such a good look on him, admiring how his hair had grown out a little, "It's not the same without you," she pouted and pulled him in again.

Jack could swear just the look of her had him in a puddle on the driveway, innocently staring up at him as she laughed along with his brothers. Her lips pulled into a smile as she looked up at her best friend, Jack's arm wrapped around her shoulder's to pull her into his side, contently leaning against him as Luke continued his rambles.

"You haven't met Jack's teammates yet, you're gonna love them, and probably hate Trevor," Quinn mused as she followed him into the backyard where the Hughes were hosting a barbeque.

She locked eyes with him, the boy who was sat next to the Trevor that Quinn had grumbled about. "You must be Y/n," he said as she sat on the patio furniture right next to him, "Jack talks about you a lot, he forgot to mention how pretty you are," he smooth talked making her cheeks ablaze. "You disgust me, she's like a sister," Quinn gagged as he smacked the guy in the back of the head, "If he or any of the others are being gross come and get me or Brady," Quinn ruffled her hair as he went to find his own friends.

Jack's smile wiped as he looked across the lawn, the girl he'd been dreaming about laughed along with his friend, her face blushing as his teammate leaned in to whisper in her ear, a smile dancing on her lips as she got lost in their own little world.

The boy now kneeled on one knee, the sunset in the background, an array of tulips in the field behind them, and a velvet ring box in his hand as he presented her with the most perfect engagement ring, tears in her eyes as she nodded a silent yes. He got up off of his knee and pulled her in for a slow and emotional kiss as all of their friends and family cheered and appeared out from where they were hiding.

She cried as her mom and Ellen pulled her in for hugs, tears in their eyes as they ogled the ring on her finger. "He picked the most perfect ring," Ellen gushed, "like it was made for your hand,"

Y/n and her now fiancé made their way around the crowd hugging all of their friends and family as others passed out champagne.

"Congrats Mrs. Turcotte," Trevor announced as he pulled her into his conversation with Cole and Jack, "have fun with him." she laughed as Trev hugged her tightly, "I will, can't wait to be his wife," she grinned and looked at Jack who smiled softly at her.

A pang ran through his chest as his heart ached at the irony of it all, Jack Hughes, the pretty boy who has it all, has pretty much everything but the person he wants the most. But he learned to live with it, quietly, and from afar. Just sad smiles and looks of happiness on his face as he watched their relationship flourish.

Alex and the girl were like some sort of a match made in heaven, like Cupid's wet dream, chasing after one another in life until they eventually found each other for good. After her acceptance into CalTech and his one year at UW, they started seeing each other, he moved into an apartment only a few blocks away from her to start his transition into the NHL and the AHL. It seemed that wherever they were in the world the other would show up, proving just how perfect their love for one another was.

It pained Jack, to see her fall so hard and so fast for someone who was like a brother to him. His heart broke when Alex called him with the news of his plans for their engagement. She was once his Y/N, the one who kissed him under their favourite tree and danced with him even when the world seemed against her, and then he realized she was never really his, she would always be someone else’s. From now and forever she was Alex's, Jack would always be in the background, being the best friend.

"Congrats angel," she smiled at the use of an old nickname, her arms lopping around him for a hug, "I hope he's everything and more, cause you don't deserve any less," he mumbled, tears in his eyes as she pulled away to let out a cry. "Thank you, Jack," she smiled, "thank you for always being my best friend." He smiled and nodded, hands squeezing her hand as she took his hand into hers, "of course."

She smiled softly as he pulled her in again, "I'm gonna need a Man of honour, think you could handle the challenge?" "You're not gonna ask your sister?" she shook her head. "Wouldn't be right if I didn't have my best friend up there, right beside me," she cried as he nodded and squished his cheek against the crown of her head. "I'll always be there," he looked over at Alex who watched their interaction, a smile on his face as Jack sent him an approving face.

If Jack couldn't love her the way he wanted, he would suck it up and be the greatest best friend to walk the earth. Cause that's what she deserved. He wouldn't be caught dead loving her any less than she would allow him, because she was his everything, his best friend, and if all she needed was someone to be by her side then he would be there every step of the way.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #luke hughes #quinn hughes #alex turcotte #nj devils

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skwtches · 11 months

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“Absolutely not. I mean, well, after all, he… It was not my… He wanted to leave. Didn't he?”

Reading through this line, something about Rabbit in The Tigger Movie occurred to me: the plan that the gang comes up with in order to spare Tigger’s feelings is one of the few instances where Rabbit isn’t present to take on the leader’s role. Throughout the movie, Rabbit is preoccupied with winter preparations, so much so to the point that he, unlike the others, fails to identify the weight of Tigger’s familial dilemma. When he walks in on the gang dressing up as Tiggers in the “How To Be a Tigger” sequence, he questions what they are doing, but does not stick around for an answer, or even try to take up the leadership mantle like he normally would. In an act that is both unorthodox and so completely in-character, he storms off and away from his companions' harebrained scheme to complete his preparations, but not before ironically proclaiming, “at least I haven't lost sight of what’s important.”

To no one’s surprise, the plan falls through. But to everyone’s shock, Tigger runs away that same night.

“It was not my fault,” is what Rabbit wants and starts to say after hearing of his friend’s disappearance. The members of the group who congregate at Rabbit’s to request his help don’t blame him for Tigger leaving, and Rabbit knows them well enough to understand they wouldn't suggest such a thing by arriving at his house all at once. But Rabbit still has the reflex to defend himself; to confirm that Tigger leaving was indeed not his doing. The one time Rabbit isn't there to lead his friends–believing they all had “lost sight of what’s important,”–the friend whose crisis the lagomorph missed completely had run off into the cold, dreary night. But it wasn’t his fault. It couldn’t have been his fault.

“He wanted to leave,” Rabbit says, trying to reason with himself. He tries to justify Tigger leaving, searching for a reason–any reason at all–that doesn’t loop right back around to it being his fault. Because it wasn’t. If Tigger had wanted to leave, what good would it have done for Rabbit to have been present? If the bunny had been there alongside his friends to aid their striped pal in his time of need? Whether or not he could have come up with a different, possibly better plan that didn’t result in the heartbreak of the usually bouncy Tigger did not matter here. Of course Tigger would have left anyway in search of his supposed family. He was simply unpredictable that way, and nobody could predict and stop something unpredictable–not even Rabbit. Tigger had most certainly wanted to leave from the start. “Didn’t he?”

As the members of the gang try to convince a hesitant Rabbit to leave with them in search of Tigger, the guilt racks up. He finds himself struggling more and more to excuse himself from the situation as his friends go on about Tigger whilst he fixes up his winter-proofed home, the sadness visibly present amongst them making it even harder for him to dismiss them. As a look of unease–a flicker of guilt–graces his face, he asks, “what do you need me for? Why don't you go find him yourselves?”

Pooh simply and earnestly responds with, “but we're just not clever enough, Rabbit.”

A huge facet of Rabbit’s self-appointed leadership role is that it comes from a place where the persnickety critter truly believes himself to be smarter than the majority of his peers in the Wood. He sees himself as the most capable and responsible, and so takes it upon himself to lead whenever he gets the chance. Here however, he tries to deny the opportunity to take charge of the search party. Perhaps it is mostly due to fear of his already fragile shelter coming apart at the seams while he isn’t around. But perhaps it’s also thanks to the aforementioned guilt that he can’t bring himself to diligently lead his friends in searching for the one who he’d inadvertently let slip away.

Before he can respond to Pooh, a small voice makes itself heard. Rabbit catches sight of Roo, who just tells him that he misses Tigger. The final nail in the coffin. Here is where Rabbit truly can’t bring himself to deny them his help anymore. Here is where the guilt is finally too profound to excuse.

Here is where Rabbit decides to lead his friends again.

#Remy try not to analyze every single line uttered in The Tigger Movie challenge (failed miserably)#anyways imagine if after this entire fiasco Rabbit's overprotective nature kicks back in with soft punches as he's tempted to always keep a #eye on his friends as well as just check up on them frequently (esp Tigger) bc he's worried about smth like this going unnoticed by him and #it leading to yet another disaster that he feels responsible for- (gets dragged off the stage kicking n screaming)#wtp #rabbit (wtp)#tigger #pooh #piglet #eeyore #roo #vid #rema.txt #rema.mov #ttm #winnie the pooh #the tigger movie

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moody4world · 1 year

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ICE BOUND❄️

A/N: finally managed to finish this fic and i personally love it so i hope you guys do to!!

BEFORE READING: look up what a one handed biellman is. Personally for Michael i envisioned Michael B jordan but feel free to envision whoever you’d like🫶🏾

DISCLAIMER: apologies in advance for the angst

Jeremy x Plus size! figure skater! reader

Being an ice skater was always a big dream of yours from a very young age. It wasn’t always easy especially being a bigger size compared to the average ice skater but you worked hard everyday to be where you are now. You had met Imani in high school and the two of you have been like sisters ever since. You were there when she first met Kamal and that unfortunately means you know his obnoxious friends Renzo and Speedy too. You were there when she had her son aka your favorite and only nephew. Which means you spoiled him absolutely rotten whenever you could, especially on his birthday. You had organized a major birthday party for him in the park with large bouncy houses and barbecue.

You noticed Kamal and Imani talking to a tall white guy you had never seen before while you were fixing up the gift table and they walked over with a new one. “Yo y/n this is Jeremy, Jeremy this is y/n, Imani’s best friend” Before Imani and Kamal could say anything else, they were called over by another family member.

“It’s nice to meet you” “It’s very nice to meet you too, you look very pretty.”

“Thank you, how come i’ve never met you before Jeremy” “Oh Kamal and I met recently, we I mean I play basketball with Renzo and Speedy and he’s been giving me some advice and stuff on that” Jeremy was completely overexplaining himself but he couldn’t help it. He was very nervous because of how pretty he thought you were.

“So you’ve met dumb and dumber” You joked, referring to Renzo and Speedy. The two of you laughed together until Renzo came over to annoy you like he always does. “Look who it is, Chubby bunny and Justin Bieber” “Renzo can you shut the fuck up” You said while rolling your eyes at his childishness. “Yo white boy, you tell her you a G-league reject yet?” “I’m not a G-League reject. I’m an athlete on hiatus due to health reasons.” Renzo patted Jeremy’s chest and sarcastically said “Yeah right” You rolled your eyes at him again but luckily this time he left. Or so you thought, he wasn’t next to Jeremy anymore but he was behind you and you had no idea.

Ignoring Renzo’s unnecessary comments towards him you decided to bring up the only part that seemed relevant based off of Jeremy’s reply. “So you’re an athlete?” “Something like that, yeah” He suddenly became bashful and it was one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen.

“Well that’s great, I'm actually an athlete myself!”

*Cough*”Sure don't look like one” *cough* Renzo mumbles VERY indiscreetly behind you. You turned aggressively and glared at him, scaring him enough to finally walk away and leave you and Jeremy alone. Jeremy kisses his teeth in annoyance. “Don’t listen to him, he's always an asshole” he says, trying to comfort you at Renzo’s offensive comment. But unknowingly to him, you were already used to not just Renzo’s but other people’s rude and unnecessary comments. Especially being a plus sized girl in a sport where skinny is the norm.

Shaking your head you tell him “No it’s fine, most people have their own idea of what an athlete is supposed to look like anyway.” you shrug it off.

“Plus i’ve known Renzo for way too long. I’m used to it.”

“Why don’t I come to one of your games? What team do you play for?”

You looked at him super confused until it hit you that Jeremy must’ve thought you played basketball. Quickly correcting him you reply “Oh no no I don't play basketball..or any kind of ball actually..” as you laugh awkwardly.

“So you…..” “Skate…i’m a figure skater”

Jeremy’s eyes go wide with excitement “No way, that’s cool as fuck.” “You do those crazy spins and stuff then. That’s super impressive.”

“I mean I suppose it is..” “Don’t be humble about it, that takes a lot of talent y/n”

“Thanks Jeremy” “I’d love to come watch you perform some day actually” He suggested and took a step closer to you. At first you were hesitant but I mean…he’s cute and he seems nice so far, what harm could it cause? Plus those bright blue eyes were very mesmerizing in the sunlight, how could you possibly say no?

“Yeah sure we’ll make that happen then.” You shrugged calmly but on the inside you were freaking out.

As agreed, Jeremy showed up to your next competition and the next…and the next and now he’d even show up to your practices. He found it mesmerizing how smooth you’d glide and how graceful you’d twirl. He was still getting over his fear of the big leaps and the jumps but he loved watching you do what you did best. After the second competition he attended he asked you out to dinner which led to the two of you laughing and conversing all night.

After the third competition you two shared your first kiss right outside your mom’s bakery. And yes your mom caught you two and she could not hide the excitement of finally meeting the boy you wouldn’t shut up about. Texts became daily and non stop between the two of you and so did casual drives and hangouts. Like right now you two were laying in his bed talking about his parents.

“So you’ve been living here since then all by your self?” “Uhm…not exactly. My ex, Tatiana lived with me for a while till we broke up.”

“Oh….you used to date Tati…..the ballerina?”

“The dancer, yeah. You know her?”

“Uhm no, not really.”

Now that was a lie. You and Tatiana went to the same elementary and dance classes when you were little. You even liked her a lot as a friend until she crushed your dreams of wanting to be an ice skater when you were 8. She even went as far as comparing you to a Chubby bunny, causing the nickname to stick around even after she switched schools.

You never saw Tatiana in person again but you definitely remember her.

“Are you guys still in touch?” “I mean we work at the same gym but we’re just civil now. Why?”

“Just wondering, Jer”

“Hmm. What about you then?” He asked you.

“What about me?”

“Who’s your ex? Is he some crazy ice skating olympian i gotta watch out for?” He said jokingly, making you both laugh.

“Not far off, he’s actually a crazy football player.”

Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut. “Please don’t tell me he’s in the NFL y/n.” You rolled your eyes playfully at his dramatics.

“Even if he was, I wouldn’t know Jer. He broke up with me a year before we graduated college and completely ghosted me so I have no idea.”

“Well that’s an asshole move.”

“Tell me about it.”

The mood in the room suddenly got sad and Jeremy wasn’t having it.

“Want me to order pizza? We can get your favorite toppings.”

If one thing made you happy aside from being on the ice it was food.

And just like that the mood was restored and the night went on perfectly.

It had been a couple days since youd seen Jeremy in person due to long practices while also helping your mom with her deliveries. Today you finished said deliveries a bit early and had a special batch that your mom had made specially for Jeremy. You knew these were the hours he was usually at the gym so you drove straight to there.

Walking into the gym with the tupperware and a big smile on your face excited to see your favorite basketball playing hippie. Your excitement decreased the moment you spotted him though. There he was, being a bit more than just civil with you guessed it, Tatiana. Her hand was on his arm and they were both laughing very amicably. A million thoughts started racing through your brain but before you could escape, Tati noticed you standing at the door and pointed you out to Jeremy.

Once he turned around to see you standing there his smile somehow grew even bigger than it already was. Jeremy started making his way towards you but felt like walking was taking too long so he did a little awkward jog.

“Hey pretty, I didn’t know you were coming” He wrapped his long arms around you in a crushing hug only to realize you weren’t squeezing him back like you normally would.

Pulling away he noticed the tupperware box in your hand. “I just wanted to bring you these vegan cookies my mom made, she wanted you to try them before she adds them to her inventory at the bakery” Is what you said as simple as possible while trying to hide your true feelings of what you saw when you walked in but your bluntness and lack of usual excitement was suspicious to Jeremy.

Regardless, he took the tupperware from your hands when you handed it to him but couldn’t help and double check on you.

“That’s so sweet of her, are you sure you’re okay?” “Yeah im totally cool but I gotta get going”

Rushing out of the gym you hear him yell “I’ll text you after your practice!!” without looking back so he wouldn’t see your teary eyes you yell back saying “No need, its gonna be a late one!”

It wasn’t a total lie, you did go to practice but it wasn’t a scheduled one. You just wanted to get your mind off of your own insecurities for a bit while also practicing a certain move you just couldn’t get down. Staying true to the distracting yourself part, hours had gone by and you didn’t even notice.

After trying the one-handed biellman for what felt like the thousandth time and failing, you frustratedly sat on the floor angrily. “Don’t beat yourself up too bad, you almost had it” You jumped a little because you were not expecting to see anyone else at the rink and you were also in your own world until he spoke. It was none other than your once skating partner, Michael. “I’m embarrassed you even saw that, how long have you been standing there?” You still didn’t even bother standing up from your slumped position on the cold ground. “I forgot my charger in the locker room so I came back to get it and then I saw you getting frustrated.” “Want some advice?” “I’ll take all the help I can get Mike” “Say less, c’mon get up” He put his ice skates on and joined you on the ice.

After four consistent tries with Michael’s advice you were finally able to do the spin successfully. Out of pure joy and excitement you both hugged each other with laughs of relief and pride.

“Ahem” The sudden sound made you both turn to the direction of its source to find Jeremy standing there looking quite upset. “So this is why you left in such a hurry and didn’t wanna text me back?” He had his arms spread out to really show you that he was angry. Michael immediately got the message and decided it was time for him to leave. Once Michael was finally away from both of you’s vicinity he repeated his question since you had yet to answer. “So this is what you’re doing now?” At this point you had skated closer to him and you were eye to..almos eye. “What are you even talking about?” Was all you could ask, what did he mean by ‘this’? “You get all weird from me talking to Tati but you’re allowed to be in a rink alone with some buff ass dude?” his voice was slowly raising and he was visibly turning pink.

How did he figure out it was about Tatiana, did she tell him that she knew me?

“Hello?” “That is not the same Jeremy” “HOW IS IT NOT THE SAME Y/N?” Him raising his voice was your final straw, the tears you had been holding back came flooding down along with your insecure thoughts.

“UNLIKE YOU, NOT ALL MEN THAT TRY TO TALK TO ME WANT ME JEREMY.” Jeremy the oh so clueless was oblivious to everything that you have noticed during the few months of you two being together.

“That’s not true” He shook his head in disagreement.

“YES IT IS TRUE, YOURE JUST TOO OBLIVIOUS TO NOTICE IT, EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU GO OUT WITH ME SOME GIRL BLATANTLY FLIRTS WITH YOU AS IF IM NOT THERE”

“PEOPLE DONT APPROACH ME THE WAY THEY DO YOU OKAY SO ITS NOT THE SAME”

“YOU COULD LEAVE ME FOR SOME BETTER LOOKING GIRL ANY MOMENT LIKE EVERY OTHER GUY HAS, SO FORGIVE ME FOR TRYING TO PROTECT MY OWN FEELINGS”

Even after months of knowing you and being with you Jeremy had never seen you this hurt and angry before. You are the most soft spoken and calmest person he had ever been close to so to say he was shocked was an understatement. Along with his shock came speechlessness. All he could do was stare at you apologetically, full of regret for not putting himself in your shoes. He thought that he could think of the right words to fix things and get your relationship back to where it was a few days ago but the next words that came out of your mouth felt like a knife being twisted into his chest. The tears in his eyes mirrored yours. “I think what we had was fun but I don’t think we should continue whatever this was” “y/n don’t say that” “I’m sorry Jeremy”

Without even giving him a chance to defend his case, you skated off to the locker rooms leaving him to sulk in his heartbreak.

While you cried in the locker room, Jeremy decided to leave and give you some space. Deciding against driving all the way home with how much he was crying, he went to the person he knew could help him get you back. After three knocks on the door Kamal opened it to find Jeremy. He was surprised at his sudden visit only to become worried once Jeremy looked up and he noticed the sniffling, red nose and face covered in tears. “Yo what are you doing here? wait are you crying?” Jeremy was already so exhausted from crying that he only felt like saying the minimum. “Can I please talk to Imani? y/n just broke up with me and I don’t even know how to fix this”

Noting Jeremy’s distress Kamal decided that he’d leave his curiosity for another time. “Yeah..yeah sure, come in, I'll get her.” After offering Jeremy a seat at the dinner table Imani decided it was best to help him calm down first. “Would you like some tea Jeremy?” “Uh yeah some tea would be nice” He replied. “Okay what kind of tea would you like?”

Jeremy thought about it then simply said “I’ll just take the hottest one”

To which Imani just stared blankly in confusion. She still questioned why you were so fascinated by this goofy white boy. “….Okay” shaking her head Imani left to make him some tea.

Once Jeremy took a couple sips of the tea and had calmed down quite a bit, Imani decided to initiate the conversation that Jeremy suddenly seemed to be avoiding.

“Okay so what’s up with you and y/n? I thought everything was cool with you two”

“i don't know what went wrong so fast, she saw me with Tati at work and started acting all reserved. She wouldn't text me back for hours so I went to the rink and that's when I found her with some buff ass guy” “You mean Michael?” “I don’t know his name” Jeremy shrugged “Was he fine as hell?”At Jeremy’s offended stare Imani confirmed that it indeed, was Michael. “Sorry, go on” “As I was saying, I saw her with some buff ass guy and I may or may not have shown some jealousy”

Knowing you,Imani had more than an inkling that there was more to the story. “And?” “And that's when she lost it. I mean I had no idea she felt that way Imani. I would've done anything to reassure her from those thoughts if I knew” Jeremy’s voice had gotten more trembly the more he thought about how hurt you were during the argument. He decided to end his story there, not wanting to cry his eyes out in front of your best friend at her dinner table.

Imani could see that you meant a lot to Jeremy. She may not understand your attraction to the guy but you meant a lot to her too and that is something that her and the curly headed white boy had in common. She couldn’t believe that she was about to help him get back in your good graces but here goes nothing. She took a deep sigh and repositioned herself. “Listen Jeremy it’s not your fault, y/n has a lot of insecurities she’s still working on that have nothing to do with you. However, I haven’t seen her this confident and happy in a minute so you must've been doing something right.” She encouraged him. But Jeremy was already wallowing in guilt. “Yeah well that didn’t last very long did it” “Look, what i'm saying is…you gotta be honest and straight up with y/n about your feelings. Tell her how you really feel and what you really think. Never leave anything up for assumption with y/n, that’s one advice i'll give you. You didn’t hear this from me but that girl loves your pale ass. So go get your girl NSYNC” “ I actually prefer Justin Timberlake” “Jeremy..” “Yes?” “Get the fuck out of my house and go get y/n back” “Yes ma’am”

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riordanness · 4 months

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mi amor — [p.jackson]

wordcount: 1.7K

requested: no

warnings: there’s no happy ending (and there’s not gonna be a part two)

“y/n!”

I turned, hearing my name called out. My eyes fixed on Simon, my prom date. I’d had a crush on him for about a month, I think. He was super nice, and we hung out at lunch sometimes.

Anyway, he’d asked me to go to the prom with him a few days again. I was thrilled, of course, since prom was the day after tomorrow, and I’d been a little worried I wouldn’t have a date. There was nothing more embarrassing then not having a date to prom.

“What’s up?” I said, as Simon began walking next to me in the hallway. We squeezed past a couple making out against a locker, and I stopped at my locker, twisting the combination lock. I pulled open the door, digging through my copybooks.

Simon hesitated, looking everywhere but me. “Well, y/n, the thing is…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck and gazing down the hallway.

I frowned. “What is it? You can tell me.”

He finally locked eyes with me. They were a deep brown, almost black, the same colour as his hair. Dark, dark brown. “I can’t go to prom with you,” he whispered.

My vision tunnelled. “What?” I stammered. “But- but, why?” My books spilled to the floor.

“I only asked you so that the girl I like would get jealous.” Simon shrugged. “And hey, it worked. Alicia and I are each other’s dates.”

I swallowed, trying to keep a straight face. “Um… okay.” My voice sounded small, even to me. “That’s… that’s great, I guess. I’m happy for you.”

Simon cracked a grin. “Thanks. No hard feelings?”

I nodded, my gaze dropping to the floor in front of me. I heard Simon walk away; I heard the bell ring for class. I stood stock-still for who knows how long, until the entire corridor was empty. Then, my knees gave way, and I slid to the ground, my head in my hands.

I was crushed. I didn’t even care about the fact that now I didn’t have a date to prom, but I’d been used! Simon hadn’t even liked me at all; I was just a tool to get with the girl he actually liked. I’d never had anything like this happen to me before. It hurt.

I couldn’t help it; I began to cry. Silent sobs shook my body. I kept my face buried in my hands, unable to do anything else.

I took a shaky breath, my ribs aching. I felt a hand on my shoulder, causing me to glance up hurriedly. I wiped my tears with the back of my hands, blinking them away.

The hand belonged to someone I did not want to see right now. Sea green eyes were staring down into mine, twinkling with his usual mischievous expression.

“What’s wrong, mi amor?” Percy Jackson asked, kneeling on the ground in front of me.

I pushed his arm away. “Go away, Percy.”

He moved his hand, but didn’t leave. “Are you… crying?”

My jaw tightened. “Yes. And it’s none of your freaking business, okay? Just—“ My voice broke. “Just leave me alone. I’m fine.”

I turned my head away. This was just perfect. Percy and I had been rivals for forever. Our families had never gotten along, so Percy and I are just kind of automatically got into it, too. This was all I needed; Percy finding me like this. He’d almost certainly use it against me.

Percys eyes narrowed. “Okay. No need to be rude, darling.”

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped.

He raised his hands in defence as he rose. “Okay, okay! Fine. Bye, mi amor.” He turned and headed down the hallway. I didn’t even wonder why he wasn’t in class yet. What I was wondering was the definition ‘mi amor’ was. I was too lazy to google it. I’d just ask my best friend later.

Knowing Percy, it was just yet another way to get on my nerves without seeming the least bit cruel or vindictive to outsiders.

“You look terrible,” my best friend, Annabeth Chase, commented when I slid next to her in class. She’d saved me a seat, even though the class was over halfway through by the time I finally turned up. I guess I’d just run out of tears.

I shrugged. “Simon dumped me. Turns out, he was just using me to get with Alicia.”

Annabeth’s eyes widened. “Oh… I’m sorry.”

I made a face. “Thanks, Beth. It’s okay. I’m okay. It’s totally fine.” I turned my eyes to the blackboard, then dropped them to the worksheet in front of me. “Literally none of this makes any sense.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “It’s just maths. It’s not actually that hard if you know what you’re doing.”

I looked at her. “Well… yeah. But I don’t know what I’m doing.”

She chuckled. “Okay. True. Do you want help or just the answers?”

I rubbed the spaces between my eyes and nose. “Today, just the answers. I can’t deal with math today.”

Annabeth studied me. “Did anything else happen? You seem really tense.” Her voice took on a different tone. “Did something happen with… Percy?”

I glared at her. “First, yes. How’d you know? Second, not in the way you think, at all.”

Annabeth smirked. “You know you’re hopelessly in love with each other.”

I shoved her. “You’re literally his prom date, Beth. And, uh, hell to the no. I hate him.”

“People change!” Annabeth said, before I hit her again.

“Okay, sorry,” she squeaked. “Are you gonna tell me what happened?”

“Are you gonna stop teasing me as if I like Percy?” I countered, slamming my palm on the desk.

“Quiet!” The teacher hissed. I jumped, and slumped down in my seat, looking embarrassed.

Annabeth waited. I looked at her and sighed. “Fine. He found me after Simon did it. I was crying in the locker area, and um, he asked if I was okay.”

Annabeth raised her eyebrows. “See?” she whispered fiercely, waving her hand about. “He’s totally in love with you, too!”

I gave her the most withering look I could. “Annabeth, respectfully please shut the hell up.”

She tried to hide her smile, and promptly failed. “Fine. Okay.”

I sighed. “Oh, by the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you. What does ‘mi amor’ mean?”

Annabeth gave me a sideways glance. “Why…?” she asked slowly. “Has someone called you that?”

“Yeah,” I groaned. “Percy freaking Jackson, that’s who. Do you know what it means? I’m honestly just too lazy to look it up.”

“Yeah,” Annabeth said, still talking slow. “I do know.”

I raised my eyebrows at her expectantly. “And…?”

Annabeth hesitated. “It means ‘my love’ in Spanish.”

I stared at her. “Um, are you sure?”

She nodded.

I waved my hand in a dismissive gesture. “Well, he always calls me darling and sweetheart in a teasing, flippant way, anyway, so I guess it’s just another name he’s adding to his collection.” I rolled my eyes. “Lucky me.”

Annabeth grinned wide. “Sure, sure. Teasing, and flippant.” Her voice took on the same tone as before, her slow, teasing one.

I narrowed my eyes at her in warning. “Absolutely not, Annabeth. I hate him, I always have. I don’t like him even as a person, let alone as anything more than that.”

She shrugged. “Okay. As you wish.”

The bell rang, signalling the end of class. Only one more class, and I could go home. Hopefully we didn’t get any homework. I suddenly remembered what class I had next. Science, with Mrs K. She always gave us homework, and it was usually projects with other people. I hated those more than anything.

“Good luck,” Annabeth said, reading my expression. “I’ll text you those math notes tonight.”

I gave her the thumbs up, and headed to my class. Our school always had a seven minute break between classes, because our hallways were pretty long and confusing. So, as usual, kids milled about, chatting and texting and making out. I wove my way through, switching books at my locker, and weaving my way to the science lab.

On the way, I got sidetracked because a kid had spilled milk all over the floor, and the duty teachers were freaking out, and not letting any kids walk around it. So, I had to go all the way outside and to the other entrance to the lab.

Of course, that made me late. I apologised to Mrs K, and quickly told her why I wasn’t on time.

“That’s fine, y/n,” she said graciously. She was actually a lovely lady, but she always gave us way too much homework, and always wanted us to ‘cooperate with each other’. “Just go find a seat. I think there’s one available next to Percy.”

Oh, great, I thought. Sure enough, almost all the seats were full, except for two: one beside the class clown, who always put his gum on people jackets, and Percy. For once, I preferred Percy.

I dumped my books on the desk and slid next to him on the bench. In the lab, the desks were joint as in all the other classrooms, but the chairs weren’t separated. They were small benches that were basically just a wide chair.

I sat right on the edge, as far from Percy as possible. I stacked my books and pencil case like a wall between us on the desk.

Percy shot me a playful glance. “Hey,” he said. I ignored him.

Throughout the lesson, he tried relentlessly to get my attention; poking me, whispering in my ear, writing little notes and sliding them under my arm, knocking his shoe against mine. I wilfully ignored all of his attempts.

Finally, class was coming to a close. Then, unfortunately, Mrs K decided to announce that, yes, we did indeed have homework.

Even worse, it was a group project. Partners, and we were not going to be allowed to choose our partners. Mrs K, had, in fact, already chosen them, and there was to be absolutely no changing or swapping or complaining.

I crossed my fingers. Please, I thought, please just don’t be Percy. Anyone but him.

“y/n y/l/n, and Percy Jackson.”

I slumped forward on the desk, resting my forehead on the cold wood, and squeezing my eyes shut in frustration. “Could this day get any worse?” I muttered to myself.

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mvltisstuff · 1 year

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What about a fic where reader is Evan’s sister and gets into a bad car accident? Lots of angst but also some fluff please. 🫶🫶

slipping through my fingers - e.b

summary: request :)

evan buckley x sister!reader (a lot of maddie too 🩶)

a/n: i have an eddie diaz oneshot in the drafts currently that i’ve been debating on posting. it contains a pretty sensitive subject, so i really wanted to get it right. it was inspired by another request, along with another show. i hope you enjoy this and i’ll keep on writing some more for you guys :))

y/n could say growing up with as the youngest buckley wasn’t the easiest task. the consistency of begging for attention was draining from the start. going above and beyond for just a grain of appreciation was the default in their house. she was repeatedly looked through, almost as if she wasn’t there due to her parents grief.

she had come after buck in a desperate attempt to be able to save david, but failed in the end. he was gone too soon, so therefore, y/n was almost like a chore. sure, her parents loved her, but she wasn’t the child they wanted. dealing with the discovery of why she wasn’t loved enough was just as bad as experiencing it. maddie was in boston with doug, and buck had gone onto his own adventures. meanwhile y/n was stuck at home with nowhere to go and no plans of leaving. she dreamed about it, though. she heard about buck moving to los angeles and immediately wanted to be with him. she was almost done with college, and after that, she packed up her diploma and degree and flew away.

life in california was amazing. she had friends, she was loved, and she had no reminders of the lonesomeness she felt at home. for once, she was able to make a home out of where she was. maddie was safe, and it felt like they were a fixed version of their family.

out of the pure intentions in her heart, y/n invited her distant parents back to LA. with maddie expecting a new baby, and the years of a few texts, there was a new hope that maybe things could be turned around. it wouldn’t change their childhood experiences, but maybe they could heal them. maddie was on board, but buck was still skeptical. their words were like knives and the scars couldn’t be helped. he showed up anyway, wanting to give maddie and her baby the opportunity to have a life with them.

they travelled six hours, and chimney and maddie were gracious enough to host a dinner for everyone. maddie received hugs and gifts as buck and y/n were kind of nudged away. when maddie got her baby box that her parents had from when they were kids, buck and y/n had just become dusty figures. they didn’t say anything, at least not about that.

an explosive speech from buck had ignited from the judgmental words from their parents, causing him to be begging for love and expressing his inner teenage self. he had removed himself from the dining room of the apartment, and y/n sat in her seat, slumped over with her head in her hands.

“god, can you guys please just do something other than reprimand us?” y/n breaks the awkward silence.

“we were just speaking, y/n!” says their father. “if evan wants to storm out, let him.”

“well, maybe he wouldn’t have stormed out if you didn’t nit-pick ever part of his life.”

“you invited us, y/n. i don’t know what you want us to say. you know what we went through-“

“and you think that’s an excuse? if so, it’s a shitty one and we all know it. no parent should have to say goodbye to a child, but no child needs to go unloved because they don’t care anymore. and you didn’t even bat an eye when he begged you to ‘love him anyway’. so if you want to sit here, and tear down everything we have build from your actions, be our guest.”

“you always defend your siblings, y/n. you guys have never once put yourself in our shoes!” their mother cries out.

“oh, trust me, we did. for over 20 years,” maddie breaks in.

“how do you think we feel, maddie? you all just packed up your stuff and ran away to leave us with nothing,” speaks their father, again.

“dad, i can’t… i can’t do this. everything i did, i did it myself. i made this life here for myself! so did maddie, so did buck. don’t go putting yourselves on a pedestal,” she begins to gather her things, and put hers and bucks dinner plates away for maddie and chimney.

“where are you going?” chimney says, trying to calm everything down and he’s definitely in the most awkward situation.

“chim, thank you for dinner and letting us come over. you’re welcome over to my place anytime. i’m sorry, but i’m going to see my brother,” y/n says, shutting the door behind her.

while maddie stays back, trying to pick up the broken pieces, y/n drives over to bucks apartment. she repeatedly calls him, making sure he’s okay and to say that she’s coming over. the roads were dark from the early sunsets of the fall, barely illuminated from the streetlights.

“buck,” she says into her phone. “i know you’re pissed off, and im sorry i arranged this. but i need to know you’re ok, so im on my way over. please call me back.”

she ends the voicemail and tries to put her phone back into the holder. it slips out of her shaky hands and onto the floor of the seat. she groans out, worried he would call her back and she wouldn’t be able to answer. she doesn’t reach down, but she looks at the phone on the floor.

a drunk, someone intoxicated with alcohol, must have been driving like a maniac. swerving through lanes with no warning and passing several signs. she tried so hard. she tried to move out of the way, but the spontaneous movements of the driver had confronted their cars head on.

the flash of white from y/n’s airbags flew out at her. the glass of her windshield was shattered, laying all over the dashboard and the seats. her head drooped onto her shoulder. the cuts on her face were stinging and the other pain in her body went unnoticeable due to shock. the soft ringtone of her phone was vibrating on the bottom of the car. the ringing in her ears caused the sound to be faded out, and she couldn’t even get it to call 9-1-1.

“maddie, hey,” buck says as maddie picks up the phone. “have you, uh, tried calling y/n? she left me so many calls and now she won’t answer.”

“no, i haven’t. she said she was coming to see you,” maddie replies, confused.

“where’s mom and dad?”

“the hotel, they left soon after her.”

buck pulls his phone away from his ear and the buzzing on his hand. y/n’s name appears across the screen. “oh, she’s calling me know,” he hangs up the phone and answers it to a bone-chilling sentence.

“is this evan buckley?” a deep, unknown voice asks in bucks ear.

y/n was awake in the ambulance, hearing all the chaos and jargon around her. she knew she’d never hear the end from buck, being a firefighter. she begged them to let him know, telling them repeatedly, “my brother works at the 118,” and how maddie is a dispatcher.

she was wheeled into the hospital on her stretcher, collar on and a big bandage around her waist for a massive piece of glass in her abdomen. “y/n buckley, 27, three-car pileup with an oblique fracture to the tibia and penetration wound to the abdomen, likely to not have hit any major organs.” and before she knew it, she was sped into the trauma rooms and given more morphine. she just wanted her brother and sister. not all these doctors or her parents.

buck picked up maddie on the way to the hospital, not thinking twice before smashing the gas pedal down. he ran through those doors like a strike of lighting, being seen in one place and somewhere else the next. he forced her name out to the nurse as maddie caught up to him. “relation to the patient?”

“brother, and sister,” he says, impatiently, both hands flat on the counter.

the nurse typed rapidly on her computer. “she’s in surgery, honey. but she’s stable.”

buck puffs out a sigh of relief as maddie grabs his arm, leading him to the waiting room. almost all of the 118 was in this hospital, like she was a firefighter herself. chimney had brought hen, and eddie had come as well as bobby. athena had told bobby, as she was the one who arrested the man who caused the crash.

buck tries to calm himself down remembers all the times he tried to one-up her and smiles at the memories. he and maddie exchange small and sweet memories of their little sister, as her life remains in the hands of someone else.

“hey,” maddie nudges him, trying to think of something to cheer him up. “remember when she stole 20’s out of our wallet to buy us christmas gifts?”

buck giggles a bit, “yeah, and then we tried playing tag, so we spun her around a ton of times and hid inside until she just sat there.”

“and then she fell down the stairs from being so dizzy,” maddie smiles.

“ruthless!” chim interrupts, sitting next to maddie.

“you know you two are what made it so hard to leave.”

“i know. imagine having to leave her all alone with mom and dad, though. she’s gotta be ok, maddie.”

“she will, buck. no one’s getting rid of her that easy.”

the doctor with a scrub cap on comes walking into the waiting room, followed by a few interns and others. “buckleys?”

maddie and buck shoot out of their seat first, and chimney and hen follow soon after like a train. “oh, my bad.” hen says, pulling her and chim back down to sit.

“what’s goin’ on, doc?”

“y/n will be fine. she had a fracture in her leg which we fixed up. she’ll need some help getting around, but she’ll be good as new,” the doctor informs.

they knew she would make it out, but hearing it being confirmed by the doctor made it so much more real. buck was speechless, not being able to mutter out any words. “can we see her?” maddie asks.

“you can, she’s still sedated from anesthesia and intubated, but cynthia, here, can lead you to the room.”

seeing y/n’s fragile and hurt body on the bed was an agonizing sight. maybe if buck hadn’t stormed out, she wouldn’t be in this bed and have come across that driver. maybe he could’ve driven her home. all the ‘if’s’ and ‘maybes’ in bucks head were floating through, thinking it’s his fault. he always takes the blame for these situations when it is completely the opposite.

buck sees tragedy every day, and maddie hears it. maddies only sister was in the small hospital room with a tube down her throat. she needed y/n there to help her, and her baby needed her aunt. buck needed his little sister, the one always there for him and forever will be. the thought of her not being there scared him to death. even though they see get rushed into the hospital or sent to the morgue every day, it will never prepare you from seeing your favorite people in that position.

buck stumbled over to the chair by the side of the bed, pulling it out for maddie to rest her aching feet. he walked to the other side of the bed, sitting down and grabbing lightly onto y/n’s hand like he was scared to break it. “i don’t know if we should say something. let her know we’re here, you know.”

“she knows, evan,” maddie says, meeting bucks eyes with her own. “i know that.”

buck smiles and looks down at y/n, her chest rising and falling with the hissing of the tubes and machines. he observes the iv’s and cuts and fresh new bruises. he wants to kill whoever did this, but at the moment, his only concern is the well-being of y/n.

so, for the rest of the night, maddie and buck didn’t move from their spots once until she was awoken and the tube was removed. they held her hand, and when y/n was awoken, she knew she was safe from the hands that were tangled with hers.

#911 #911onfox #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buckley fanfic #athena grant #henrietta wilson #evan buck buckley x reader #evan buckley x reader #maddie buckley #evan buckley one shot #evan buck buckely #evan buckley x y/n #evan buckley fanfiction

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pepsiiwho · 2 months

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ROMANCE REAL!

I'm a heinous, devious multi-shipper and I always have been and always will be but for now I won't get into sleep's harem. Right now I'm just gonna word vomit about my two biggest Hypnos ships and what im thinking of writing for them with the information we have currently with the new teaser.

If you don't like Zagnos, Arenos or Hypnos getting some well deserved loving (in which case, you can fuck off now) then skip this one. If you'd like to avoid spoilers for my next possible wip (not that this is nearly coherent enough to explain anything I'll write) run away. Now.

Okay. Anyway. Hi true believers.

So, the dynamics of both ships are different to me fundementally but on the outside they look incredibly similar (I have a type). the basics being that Zagreus and Hypnos is more a will they/ won't they childhood friend romance with a twist of like "you stole my whole family and I resent you for that" and "you're the one person in this literal hell hole I can't just fix and it's driving me crazy". Initially Zagreus was like, the one constant nice, polite and understanding person Hypnos had in his corner. Because of like 3 lines of dialogue in the first game (of which I shan't even speak!) I fell out of love with the ship just because of how jarring and heart breaking it was. But I have love for them and have worked in tandem with cano, for once in my life, and can fix it all.

This was a long way to say, Zagnos exs. They dated and it was great. Very puppy love but after a point Hypnos got comfortable enough that he felt discontent with the fact his boyfriend was more beloved in his family then he was. They clash over it, Hypnos gets upset that zagreus gets THREE sets of families, HYP'S INCLUDED, while Hypnos can barely manage one on a good day and Zagreus just does NOT get it. Eventually they break up because they're just too different. Hypnos bows out, in his self-deprecating way, and they're done. Considering the second game, I think this happens shortly before Mel is born/ or conceived. One of the two because news/birth is a whirlwind that takes all of Zag's attention so they have a lot of unfinished business.

Obviously the titans attack only like a year or so after Mel is born and then everything goes to shit and my scene of the escape happens. At this point, Zagreus is still very in love with Hypnos— he never really stopped oops— but their time has run out and it's too late. He goes into the fray. Womp womp. We're caught up.

Arenos, on the other hand, was always an escape from the mess of the house and the family drama happening there. Hypnos the forgotten and unloved son paired up with Ares the forgotten and unloved son. They are very different yet have a shared loneliness no one else really gets? It helps Ares has his weird fixation on the chatonic gods and their entire lineage. So they meet at the post game dinner and Ares is instantly smitten and wants to wisk Hypnos away. This is, surprisingly, the significantly more affectionate and fluffier ship in my mind. He wants to adore his god and obsess over him as Hypnos deserves. Ares is a lover boy to me and Someone who's been deprived of such love his whole life needs someone who's too enthusiastic about his mere existence. Anyway, when the titans attack and Hypnos gets out with Mel, he loses contact with Olympus because they go off the grid and he's too weak to reach ares in his dreams or anything. Until Mel begins communication with her kin up top, Ares assumes Hypnos is dead. He is not normal about it. WOO!

Which brings us to now. The scene I have in mind is post game or like later in the game? In this idea Zagreus has been freed and olympians can come and go from the crossroads without alerting the enemy faction.

The concept for both ships is the same: X goes to crossroads and finds Hypnos sleeping, unwoken for (long period of time here) and unreachable. Im imagining the scene from Snow White. X walks up, ruminates on Hypnos and their past together and then kisses him before crumpling on his sleeping form, overcome with grief.

Naturally, the grief is different. Zagreus for lost love. For another thing lost to him through this conflict but due to his own negligence, not the Titan's whims. He chose to ostracize his love, he chose to ignore him when they were all of 30ft away from each other at any given time. His Hypnos, his sleep, who protected his little sister and (perhaps) helped guide his family to safety/defeat the titans whatever. The fates were as cruel as ever.

Ares, in my mind, would find Hypnos earlier. Before the titans are defeated fully. Seeing his lord sleep, his beloved, his heart and dreams left comatose and out of his reach enrages him. He has a new resolve coming out of the meeting, unable to do anything but wish for the utter decimation of any and all against him and the head of whoever put his love in this position.

The crossroad I'm at though (ha) is If true loves kiss can prevail... I love happy fluff good ends but tragedy is so lovely... Id love to hear other's thoughts as well. Feel free to send asks to continue the convo or reply ... or tags of course... sigh... they're so important. Also more Hypnos ships soon.. first on the block: Apollo and Hermes!

#the funnies #hades hypnos #hades 2 #hypnos hades #zagnos #arenos

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rowretro · 4 months

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𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DISMEMBERRING

✧taglist✧: @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strawbsj @nikipedia07

✧CHAPTER 5✧

About a week past, the two enemies had full fledged fights downstairs, but didn’t scream or shout so much due to there being a baby in the house. No one suspected a thing as the 2 came to school as per usual, knowing that the baby is safe with the maid. However, Yunjin did find out about their baby secret, and decided to support y/n’s choice, seeing how genuine the girl was.

Y/n smiled as she rocked the little baby, Yunjin helping her put some shopping in the car’s boot. “Y/n? Yunjin- I- aww who’s this little cutie~” Jake sang as he poked the baby’s cheek, Riki stood right behind Jake, rolling his eyes when he saw y/n “Uh me and Yunjin had a baby together-” y/n said as Yunjin frowned, turning to face her .

“Gurl. I’m way too old to date you- let alone have a baby with you” Yunjin pointed out. “Ha… haha! You believed it for a sec- nah I’m just watching over this little one for a relative” y/n said as Jake understandingly nodded. “Hyung. I don’t want to be here.” Riki said as Jake rolled his eyes “Kay ima drag him away before another fight starts” Jake said walking away with the taller male.

Sighing, y/n gently placed the 5 month old in her carrycot, making sure it was securely strapped to the car seat. Yunjin started driving as y/n sat in the back with the baby. “Y/n… what would you do if the baby’s an orphan?...” Yunjin asked as the girl frowned. “I’ll adopt it.” she simply said as Yunjin glanced up at the mirror, “Huh- why not leave her at an orphanage with other kids?” she asked as the girl played with the baby’s hands.

“I don’t want to… She deserves to have at least someone in her life who she can run to and count on knowing that the person whom she trusts doesn't get paid to be a Guardian… plus the luckiest kids there do end up getting adopted. Didn’t I?” y/n asked as she looked in the mirror, Yunjin’s view now on the road ahead. “Well you didn’t exactly get the best parents… If anything you’re lucky Sunoo’s your brother.” She pointed out as the girl smiled.

“But this baby girl won’t have to worry about landing in a bad family… she has me… I’ll remind her she’s always beautiful, and I won’t let a single soul hurt her” y/n said with a smile as she stared down at the baby. “I’d be more like a best friend than a mother” she added as the baby cooed, gripping onto her finger, softly. Yunjin didn’t bother trying to reason with the girl, she heaved a sigh and continued driving them home.

“So Sunoo’s paying you to babysit y/n? Why not Jay?” Jake asked as Riki groaned “Stop asking so many questions… I just need to stay out of my house and out of dad’s sight for a while, okay?” Riki said, hearing this, Jake didn’t bother asking any follow up questions. “Damn she has a fancy ass greenhouse? How’d she afford that?” Jake asked, as he stared outside, into the garden. “Assuming Sunoo bought it- there’s a shit ton of butterflies inside-” Riki said as he went to the fridge and grabbed himself a beer can.

“Time away from your dad and free alcohol, no wonder you wanted to stick around in this place.” Jake said as Riki snickered, throwing the male a can. “The best stuff is in her bedroom-” Riki said with a smirk as Jake gave him a rather horrified look “Not that you dirty minded shit. She has weed-” Riki said as Jake rolled his eyes “Anyways, the girls are on their way back, you best get going. I’ll see you at the race track tonight, yeah?” Riki said as Jake got up to leave. “I still don’t think you should be racing…” Jake trailed off, concern somewhat evident in his voice.

Not too long later, y/n arrived with the baby, the tiny little girl, safely in her arms, as she walked around the room, rocking her gently. Riki’s eyes fixed on the 2 girls. “I got a call from the police regarding the baby… they found her mom” Riki said as y/n turned to him “They did? Where is she? Is she-” “They found her body… someone murdered her.” Riki explained, cutting of y/n’s questions. “Oh… did they find her father?” she asked, hugging the baby closer to herself “He’s their suspect… they found his DNA on the butchers knife used to chop up her limbs… and he fled the country…” Riki added as the girl stared in horror.

“Yeah… you might have to take her to the orphanage after all” Riki simply said as he got up, stretching. “No. I’m keeping her…” y/n said as Riki frowned “You’re seventeen y/n. Be for real.” Riki said as the girl shrugged “I mean I took good care of her all this time didn’t I?” she asked as Riki scoffed “No- you had me to help you out, when I leave, you will end up hurting the poor thing.” Riki simply said as the girl ignored him. “Since when have I ever listened to you Nishimura?...” she simply asked, the baby now asleep on her chest.

“Fuck you’re so annoying Kim y/n… can’t believe I have to be stuck under the same roof as you.” Riki mumbled, as he glared at the girl. Heck he wondered why he even bothered to help her all this time, he hates her, he hates her with pure passion. He really does… does he?....

✧𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪✧

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altschmerzes · 14 days

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🌹🌹 Wriggle Up and/or New York Minute pleassssse 🙏

yesssss okay new york minute has taken over my brain for a moment so i'll go with an excuse to share some of that one

('new york minute' is my first fic for the bear, btw, it is a cousin michelle from the christmas episode pov of The Whole New York Debacle. as always i am really really anxious taking my first try at character voices, and picking a pov character who is a minor side character in one (1) episode has been both freeing and anxiety provoking LMAO. so. here's this.)

(also it's.... long. we know this about me and clips.)

As soon as Carmy is under her roof, safely tucked away in her guest room, Michelle takes what feels like her first full breath in since Christmas. It’s not like everything is magically okay now - Carmy certainly isn’t okay, and he’s just one little piece of the whole fucked up puzzle, but she’s finally done something about it. Michelle has found the one piece of that puzzle that she can do anything about at all and she’s done it. That’s the part that’s driven her the most out of her mind - knowing that things need to be done, that nothing is alright in Chicago, and not knowing what to do. Who to try and help, never mind how.

Natalie has Pete and her friends from school. She’s got a home and distance and she’d mentioned while on a walk with Michelle, looking away like she wasn’t sure what the response would be, that she had started therapy after Thanksgiving. And Michael has… Well. When they talk on the phone, Natalie doesn’t have a lot to say about Michael that’s encouraging. Michelle is worried about Michael but it’s not like she can do anything about that. They were close when they were younger but the older they got and the more Donna took a shine to her the more strained her relationship with Michael got. They were a competition of their own, really, or at least a battlefield on the war between their mothers.

Grandpa Berzatto, right? Michael Berzatto. A looming figure gone before any of her generation was born, and so of course the oldest grandchild is named after him - both of them were, at the beginning and the end of the same year, one down each branch of the family tree. Michael and Michelle. They thought it was funny when they were younger. Used to tell people they were twins, when they were real little. It’s not like that anymore. At least Richie is there, though. At least Richie is always there.

Thank god for Richie, said almost no one ever and Michelle several times over the course of her life.

One time, she was seventeen and going out with a guy who was far too old for her and a massive asshole on top of that. When she finally dumped him and his reaction scared her enough to tell them what was going on, Michael and Richie got a baseball bat and a tire iron out of the garage and broke every window and light cover on the guy’s car. Richie took one of the pieces from the tail-light to wood shop class the next day and while the teacher was off making sure some sophomores didn’t lose any fingers using a table saw, he sanded down the edges and put a hole through it, then gave it to her on a keychain. Michelle still has it somewhere. Michelle still has that keychain somewhere and Richie still has Michael and so that’s one thing she doesn’t have to worry about not being able to fix.

So there’s nothing to do for any of them, because Natalie is going to be okay in ways that even Michelle isn’t, and Michael is out of her reach, and Donna is out of everyone’s reach. (Donna needs help. She’s obviously suffering and needs some serious help, but Michelle learned long ago with her own mother that there’s no forcing help on someone who won’t accept it and will stop speaking to you for months if you try to push it anyway.)

But Carmy… Carmy is in her guest room and it’s still pretty early but she thinks he’s asleep and this she can do. This, him, Michelle can help.

(Michael caught her on the way out, when she and Stevie were leaving. She was worried for a moment, because he had that intense look on his face that meant trouble could be coming, and when he said heard you asked Carm to come stay with you for a few days in New York she steeled her nerves for one last explosion for the road. Michael was silent and Michelle was silent and he still had a hold of her arm but he wasn’t squeezing or anything so she let him keep his hand for now. And then he just said Good. Get him the fuck out of here and do not let him come back. Then he gave her a hug so tight she couldn’t breathe and kissed her on the cheek and said love you, Mitch and he was gone.)

#there is so much like. woe. this VAST NETWORK OF HEADCANONS IVE DEVELOPED be upon ye #in this fic #about the specifics of like. how is cousin michelle related to them. what's their relationship like. did they grow up together etc.#gav gab #gav answers #define-lying #writing liveblog #ask box games #fic: new york minute

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pjslovies · 28 days

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There He Was

Pairings: Non idol Jay x female reader Genre: Rivals to friends to lovers, fluff and angst

Warnings: Swearing (There was a part when y/n sweared to jay), suggestive

Author’s note: Hi!!! This is my first time writing a story and feel free to leave some suggestions.

There he was Park Jongseong or as we call him Jay. Walking in the school halls I saw him.

Even though we are rivals, he is actually quite handsome and he came from a wealthy family.

I guess that's why every girl at school wanted him.

“Oh well hi there y/n” He said while walking towards me .

“Oh fuck off Jay, what do you want?” I asked him with a tired expression.

“Well I just wanted to say hi pretty.” He said while he gave me a wink.

The bell rings. “Finally saved by the bell” I said to myself as Jay walked to his class.

A few minutes after my class, it was time to go to my next class which was Chemistry.

“Ugh I can’t believe Jay has to be in this class.” I told Julia, my friend.

“Girl come on he can’t be that bad and plus he is really handsome.”

“Please, spare me the details". Mrs. Smith arrives at class, "Good afternoon students hope you guys had an amazing weekend! Today we will be working in lab partners but there is a twist for now on I will be choosing your lab partners."

Everyone in class sighed when Mrs. Smith said that. I just hoped that Mrs. Smith doesn't pair me up with Jay, but what are the odds right?

When it was my turn to get paired up surprisingly she paired me up with nobody other than Jay. Out of all people why Jay?

Jay walks towards my lab table with a smirk ,I let out a loud sigh. "Oh come on now pretty don't be upset now" he said with a smirk.

As we were working on our experimentI can't help but feel that Jay's eyes were always on me.

I don't know if my heart was beating but it can't be right?

After class, Jay's POV:

I have liked y/n ever since I saw her. I was just pretending to dislike her to get over my feelings for her but the more I push my feelings for her away, the more I fall in love with y/n.

Earlier when I saw her working on her lab work and why does she have to be so gorgeous?

I wish I could just confess right now but how? She already dislikes me anyway.

I’m also going to have a party on Friday and I better go give this party invitations to y/n and her friend.

Y/n's POV:

"So how was working with Jay?" Julia asked me with a curious face.

"Oh it was not fun". "Why not?" she asked. "He kinda looks like he has a crush on you"

As I was about to say something it was cut off as I saw Jay running towards Julia and I.

"What do you want?" I say with a cold expression.

"Wow, getting a little sassy there, so here are invitations to a party at my house. It's on a Friday night." As he walks away giving out the party invitations to other people in school.

"Omg I am totally going to this party and how about you y/n?" Julia asks.

"Maybe no."

"Why not? Can you just please go and plus you have me anyway."

Julia asks.

"I don't know and plus I don't think I will enjoy it anyway".

"Please just go? It will be a fun promise and as I said you will have me by your side anyway".

"Fine, it's not like I could say no to you anyway.”

Y/n's POV: (Time skip few days later )

"Y/n!" Julia shouted "Come out now, why are you taking so long to get ready?".

"Okay I'm coming, just let me fix my outfit first." As I walked out of the bathroom, Julia looked surprised.

"Woah girl, you honestly look stunning."

"Thanks! I have been looking for the perfect dress to wear for the party".

"Now let's go to the party!" Julia says as if she was in a hurry.

As we went to the car I felt kinda nervous and asked Julia "Are you sure this will be fun? I have never been to a party to be honest".

She responded by saying "Don't worry I promise it will and I'm with you so you don't need to be nervous."

Finally we arrived at Jay's house. Woah it was freaking huge! It was literally a mansion.

As we saw some of our friends in Jay's house we decided to have some fun.

While talking to them and I saw him, there he was, Jay talking to a girl but he was holding her waist. I can't help but feel a little jealous.

Julia heard me scoff about Jay holding a girl's waist. "You like him don't you?".

But I denied saying "Of course not". She responded back by saying "come on y/n I see the way you two look at each other during Chemistry class."

Those words lingered in my mind, do I really have feelings for Jay?

No y/n you must fight back the feelings you don’t have a crush on Jay the boy who made your life a living hell. Oh how I thought wrong.

Jay's POV:

A few minutes into the party I was helping Jake with getting some drinks for the party.

As I was getting some cups, I saw y/n walking with a couple of friends.

I asked myself fuck, how does she look so gorgeous in that dress? She was like a star, shining bright as ever.

I saw my best friend Cindy “hi Jay! Long time no see” she said with a cheerful expression .

“Yes and I’m happy for you to be back” I said with a smile.

When I was talking to Cindy I saw y/n flirting with some guys from school, I can’t help but feel a little jealous.

So when I was talking to Cindy I immediately pulled her waist and held it with my hand.

Cindy whispered to me “Jay, why are you holding my waist right now?”.

I responded back by saying “There is this girl I like and she’s flirting with other guys”.

“Then why don’t you just confess to her that you like her?” she asked.

“It’s not that easy ok, I have been pretending to dislike her and now she dislikes me back” I said with a sad expression.

Y/n's POV:

After the party I was so drunk so I went looking for Julia but for some reason I just couldn't find her.

As I was looking around for Julia I bumped into Jay.

At first I didn’t really notice that it was him but when he said “Hey there pretty” I definitely knew it was him.

“Jay it's not the time to joke around, now I’m looking for my friend Julia”.

He responded back by saying “Oh Julia already left with Sunghoon”.

As he said that I immediately grabbed my phone and called Julia, but she didn't respond back to my calls and text.

Jay kinda saw me panicking so he asked “If you want I could drive you home?”. “Are you sure?” I asked him. “Plus it's really late at night,” I said. “Don’t worry, now come on let’s go”

As he was driving I couldn't help but feel some tension so I then suddenly spoke up saying “thanks by the way, for driving me home”. He said “Oh no worries and plus that’s the least I could do for a friend”.

Friend? He saw me as a friend? “Woah friend huh?” I asked.

He responded by saying “I know we haven’t really gotten on good terms lately but I hope we can become friends”.

“Yeah you know what? "I think it's time that we can move past our differences and reconnect as friends."

He smiled at me as he drove me home. Oh how did his smile melt my heart but I was still happy that we weren’t enemies anymore.

I was so stoked to tell this to Julia and how she would react when she found this out.

A few months passed by, and Jay and I actually turned out to be really good friends.

We were actually planning to meet up at a cafe for a project at school but he still doesn’t know that like him.

I told Julia about my feelings with him and she told me to just confess my feelings to him.

So I was planning to confess to him when we will meet each other at the cafe.

I walked to the nearby cafe, I then saw Jay hugging a girl and then they kissed.

I then felt like my heart dropped so I then grabbed my phone and texted Julia what happened.

She replied to my text by saying “What if it was just a friend?”. I replied back by saying “But they kissed”.

She then texted me something that would break my heart. “I mean if you really love him then you should let him go.”

When she said that I felt my heart being stabbed by a thousand needles but I decided that she was right maybe I should just let him go.

After a moment of pausing and thinking about my feelings I went inside the cafe to see Jay at the nearby table waiting for me with a smile.

He looked so handsome yet it hurts seeing him with another girl.

He greeted me with a warm smile “Hi y/n!”. I responded back with a cold expression saying “hello jay”.

“What’s with the face? Are you ok?” he asked me with a worried look. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just tired.”

We then continued on talking about the project, oh how I can just listen to his soft voice everyday.

“So what do you think y/n?” he asked me. I was caught off guard so I kinda spaced out a bit.

He then called out “y/n?”. “Oh yeah I think it's good” I responded. “Y/n are you ok? You kinda have been spacing out and you don’t look happy as always”.

“It's just because I’m tired and I haven’t got any sleep lately” but it was a lie.

“Oh ok, but if you want we can just continue this tomorrow.” he said with a worried look.

“No it's fine we can continue right now.” As I was saying this I still felt hurt by what I saw earlier but then again I really then should move on.

After a few hours of working on the project he then asked me if I wanted to hangout in his place for a while but I respectfully declined as I told him I need to get some rest.

But the truth was that I was actually trying to avoid him.

The next day at school. I was talking to Julia and Jay suddenly walked towards me.

I still wanted to avoid him from what happened so I excused myself to the bathroom. I cried in the bathroom stall just thinking about him.

Jay's POV

When I was walking to the nearby bathroom I accidentally saw y/n leaving the bathroom.

“Hey y/n wait up” I said as I was calling for her but she refused to stop walking.

So I walked towards her and asked with a serious face “Where are you running off to?”

She turned to face me with a cold look. “I’m just going somewhere, how about you mind your own business?”

I could clearly tell she was hiding something so I kept on asking her questions.

Then I saw her leave the bathroom as she went home.

I went to her house then I rang the doorbell to see y/n.

When I entered her house she then said “Please leave me alone, I don’t want to talk to you.” As she said that, I wasn’t going to allow it.

“I know for a fact something is wrong and I won’t stop asking until you tell me right now.”

I said confidently. She finally snapped, “Ok fine, but you can’t react to what I’m about to say, ok?”

As she said that I nodded my head, showing her that I understand. She took a deep breath and began speaking, “First I just have something to confess to you”.

I then responded by “What is it?” She continued, "I know I may not want to admit it but I do have feelings for you."

When I saw you kissing that girl my heart dropped. "I felt my heart pounding as I realized she really did like me."

I then explained, “She literally hugged me and kissed me without my consent. But you know what? I don't even like her.”

I was being completely honest with her, I really didn't like that girl the way I liked y/n.

“So please I’m begging you here, trust me. I’ve never felt more genuine attraction to another woman than I did with you.”

I then saw y/n being stunned and unable to speak, I then pulled her in close, running my fingers through her hair which she loved.

Her eyes were soft and warm like the sun. I was in heaven at that moment, kissing the girl of my dreams.

She was so soft and delicate in my arms, and I couldn't get enough of her.

Our passion increased with every kiss, our bodies moving together as we made out in one of the bedrooms together.

Y/n's POV

Making out with Jay had an indescribable effect on me.

His lips were soft and gentle yet they had an intensity that drove me crazy.

I couldn't help but reach for his neck and pull him closer to me.

Our bodies moved together, our breathing becoming one.

My hands roamed over his muscular back, exploring every inch of his physique.

I was in heaven as I gave into all the feelings that I've been burying inside.

After our intense make out session, Jay laid down on top of me, breathing heavily.

He kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes. "There is something I want to ask you," he said.

I was still panting from our intense make-out session, so I barely uttered, "What is it?" I asked.

Jay then smiled at me, "I want to ask you if you would be my girl? Would you be my girlfriend?" He asked.

I was in complete shock that he's actually asking me to be his gf. I couldn't believe my ears.

I smiled and said "Yes, of course I'll be your girlfriend."

After that day, Jay and I became inseparable.

We were together all the time, laughing, hanging out, and kissing like we couldn't get enough of each other.

Our affection for each other became more and more intense, our feelings of love deeper than we ever thought possible.

Our friends were really happy for us, and we started getting invited to more hang out sessions with them.

Life started feeling right, and it was all because of him.

Jay’s POV

Four years had gone by since we first became a couple.

Time had flown by but everything between us had gotten stronger and deeper. I couldn't get over how much I loved her.

She was my world and the only one I could ever imagine myself with.

I decided it was time to propose.

I picked out the perfect ring and planned out the perfect day to ask her to marry me.

I took her to a private yacht by the lake. The boat was completely lined with rose petals, candles, and a bottle of wine.

We sat overlooking the gorgeous view of the lake, the setting sun giving the sky a glow of pink and orange.

I took her hand in mine and took out the ring, then kneeled down on one knee.

"Will you make me the happiest man alive by being my wife? Will you marry me?"

"Yes. A million times yes," she said, her eyes filling with tears as she wrapped her arms around me and embraced me.

She placed the ring on her finger , and our lips locked in a steamy embrace.

As the sunset faded, it was replaced by a sky filled with glittery stars, representing our love that will last forever.

Y/n's POV A few months had passed since Jay had proposed to me, and now I was getting ready for our wedding.

I looked in the mirror at the dress I was wearing, it was a beautiful, elegant gown that made me look like a princess.

I was getting my hair and makeup done to make sure everything was perfect for the big day.

I was so excited, I couldn't wait for the wedding and to finally be Jay's wife. It was now the wedding, and I was more nervous than ever.

I went through the same motions at a million-mile-per-hour, getting my hair done, picking out the perfect dress, and even picking the flowers that I wanted in my bouquet.

Everything had to be perfect, and so was I.

The church bells started ringing, and I could hear my dad walking down the aisle with my bouquet in hand. As I walked down the aisle, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jay standing at the end of the aisle, looking as handsome as ever.

He was wearing his best suit, and his eyes were filled with love and desire for me.

I could feel my heart skip a beat as I made my way down the aisle towards him, and when we finally met, he swept me up in his arms and kissed me passionately. There he was, the man I would be sharing my life with. I smiled and leaned into him, breathing in his scent and embracing his presence. The moment felt so perfect, like a dream come true. "I love you," I whispered.

He smiled back, and said, "I love you too. I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together."

That was the moment I had been waiting for, the moment where everything made sense.

The end.

#enhypen jay #enhypen jay x reader #fluff and angst #fluff #angst #enhypen jay fluff #enhypen jay angst #jay enhypen x reader

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emotionallyattachednerd · 10 months

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Something Reckless ❙ ES Breakdown x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 2200+

Warnings: Smut ( oral and touching ) and robot x human. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Yet another robot x human. This got way out of hand but I have no regrets. I'm in love with Breakdown. I think he's charming. Might consider a part II later. Thanks to anon for sending in request. Enjoy ❤️

I accept Coffee! ☕🥰

Well, not the smartest idea, but you did it anyway. A storm had hit Witwicky and you drove to the Malto's to make sure they were alright, only for your car to get bogged and you ran the rest of the way in the pouring rain and icy wind.

It only got worse when you did arrive and no one was home, however Breakdown was settled in the barn and bunker. After the events with Mandroid, both autobots and decepticons tried to work together and fix the space bridge back to cybertron, which of course was going to take time.

Bumblebee and Breakdown were friends, brothers, and the Malto's offered him to stay which he accepted.

You knew him because you used to work for GHOST. You somehow started talking with Breakdown from his cell, and that’s how you both got to know each other.

You always suspected something wasn’t right within GHOST but by the time you were going to expose the truth all hell broke loose, but you managed to helped the decepticons escape and the terrans to defeat mandroid.

Breakdown kept you safe, helped you even in return. You grew to like him, perhaps a little more than you should've but this you never revealed to anyone.

Now here you were, soaking wet, freezing and stuck. At least you had shelter and company, could've been much worse.

"Thank you, Breakdown. I really shouldn't have driven in this weather. I'm not having the best day at all." You could only let out a soft laugh as you entered the barn and head into the bunker with Breakdown tailing behind.

"It's alright. Guess Dot forgot to tell you she was taking the family away on some weekend thing. Bumblebee did invite me but not my sort of thing."

"I can only hope this storm isn't affecting their weekend." You let out a shaky breath before looking down at yourself. "Shit. I think Dot keeps some clothes in the bunker, in case of an emergency. I need to warm up. You sure you don't mind the company?" You check, not wanting to be a burden to him.

"Nah, I enjoy your company. You're alright."

You beam softly, feeling flattered as you get some dry clothes out for yourself. "I'm nothing special."

"I think you're a pretty special lady." Breakdown chuckles lightly.

This causes you to blush a little. He's called you many things before, including that, but it just hit you differently today.

From the moment you became cell buddies he's been kind to you. He was nothing like the other decepticons. What made you all so different?

"You're very kind, Breakdown." You say before you start to undress.

Breakdown saw what you is doing and couldn't tear his optics away. He watches as you skimmed out of your wet jeans, kicking them across the floor, leaving you in a tight fitting black thong before you unbuttoned your sloping wet blouse that clung to your skin, shrugging it off and tossing that towards the jeans.

You casually hummed and let out a soft sigh as you shivered from the cold, but knew once you dried yourself off and got the dry clothes on you will feel better. The silence in the bunker suddenly comes to your attention and looks over at Breakdown, noticing he is staring at you.

Another realisation. You stand there in your undergarments, wet from the rain, without privacy, not even stopping to think that this would bother Breakdown.

"Oh...shit. I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You feel a little stupid as you turn yourself around, forgetting you were wearing a thong.

"You didn't. I mean...sorry, I didn't mean to stare." He tells you, optics lining over your ass, unable to pry his optics off from you.

"I'm so stupid." You felt like slapping yourself.

"Y/N, hey, you're not stupid." Breakdown tries to tell you as he shifts closer. "I mean, for a human, you have a fascinating figure. I've been thinking about you a lot, and having reckless thoughts."

Hearing this got you to turn your head to face him, realising he was much closer now. His amber optics were so alluring.

"What kind of reckless thoughts?" You ask, nerves building up in you a little. Yeah, you've had thoughts too, but surely he isn't having the same thoughts as you, right?

Breakdown tries to find the right words. "Scrap. Putting me on the spot hey? Well, I like you, Y/N."

"I...I like you too, Breakdown." You say back, turning a little more in front of him. Does he feel the same about you as you do for him? "What are you thinking now?"

"I'm thinking I want to be closer to you, but I don't want to scare you. My thoughts...they're wild, maybe dangerous."

"I thought you liked danger." You can't help but smirk softly as you start stepping closer. "What's got you worried?"

"I'm worried you'll run for the hills once I open up. Bee said I should just talk to you but it's not that easy. I've never been good at expressing myself."

So he's talked to Bumblebee about whatever was going on with himself. You thought that was good, knowing that he trusted Bumblebee and you did as well.

"Then don't express or talk. Just do it." You hear yourself say that with a small shrug.

He stares at you, optics warning. "That sounds reckless."

"I thought you already were. What's stopping you?" You step even closer, feeling the warmth radiating from him against your cold skin.

"I don't want to hurt you." This confession got you to reach out to him and touch his servo under your palm.

"You could never hurt me. I trust you."

Breakdown likes the feel of you touching his servo, distracting him a little, but he hears what you said and that's what got him doing something, definitely reckless.

Gently, he scoops you up under his servo and brings you close to his chassis. You held onto his digit, staring at him curiously, wondering what his next move might be.

He walks over to where he had been recharging in the bunker, his own setup, and sat down with his back pressed against the wall while keeping you in his servo and close against him.

It is you that touches his face, hand sliding across his bright orange cheek plating, and you smile warmly seeing him lean into your touch with his optics closed, a low groan leaving him.

"Y/N, I fear there won't be any going back after this, whatever happens now." He warns you once more.

"I don't want to go back." You admit, and that finally did it.

He brought you closer to his face and leaned forward, pressing his lips against your own. Because of your size difference he was gentle, tender, as his large lips moved across your own.

The kiss broke apart though, making you look at him a little confused when you noticed his hesitancy. "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

"Nah, it's not that, it's just...scrap. I'm going to admit that back on cybertron I was popular with the femmes," You can't help but snort a soft giggle making him chuckle lightly. "I know my way around femmes, but not humans. I'm just not familiar with what you like."

You understood that. Of course he wouldn't know.

"That's fine. It's not like I know my way around cybertronians either. We'll both learn as we go, right? Here, I'll start."

Casually you remove your bra, unhooking it and letting it drop below. His optics widen a little at your breasts, not something he wasn’t used to seeing at all.

Guiding him, you lead his digit towards one breast and press your chest against him, the padding across his digit brushing against your sensitive skin.

"Feels soft." You hear him say. "Delicate."

"Yeah, they are, but they can be fun to touch." You giggle lightly before biting your lips as your nipples perk out under his touches.

Breakdown seemed fascinated by your breasts, and he is being so careful to not push into your skin too hard. Tough out in the field, gentle when being intimate.

"Can I try something?" He asks permission, which you found sweet.

"You can try whatever you like."

"Careful, I might get reckless." He jokes.

"You and me both." Is your answer.

Watching him you see he leans closer into her breasts and watches as his glossa slowly rolls out and runs across your breasts, earning a low moan from you feeling his wet glossa drag across your chest.

"Breakdown." You whisper his name out of reacting, loving the feel of it.

"Yeah?" He questions, making you let out a breathy giggle.

"That feels great."

He sends you a smile before going back to doing that again.

More gasps and moans left you when you feel his glossa run across your breasts again, stomach, and up across your collarbone. Shivers of desire break through you, loving every moment of it.

You feel him letting out a groan against your skin as he tastes you, your body reacting very positively under him.

He goes lower, nearing between your legs where you wore the thong still, but was soaking wet from the rain, and a little from you.

Breakdown moves his servo, his digit running down your back and across your ass, snagging at the fabric a little too roughly and ripping the elastic.

"Scrap, sorry. Hope you didn't need those." How is he so charming and funny like this?

"I've got others." You manage to answer between heated breaths. "Like I said, try whatever you like."

Helping yourself you remove the ruined thong and drop them below, and you sit fully naked in his servo, gazing up at him with lust and curiosity.

He seems to have the same stare, amber optics lingering across as if he wants to read every little detail he could about you.

"You're beautiful." His words make you smile.

"And you're handsome." You say back, leaning up towards his face and kissing his lips tenderly with your hand running along his cheek plating again.

He moves lower again, so close, his glossa flattens against your skin before you feel it right between your legs. This seems to be what he wants to try, and you can't help but become more aroused knowing what he has on his mind.

You feel the warm wetness directly against your core, lingering as it drags up a little, before rolling back down, then between your slit.

A surprised moan leaves you, the sensation and pleasure suddenly starts to boil so fast in your belly while you cling onto his helm. Automatically, you open your thighs for him to have better access, and you can feel his smirk against you before the tip of his glossa invades you.

He holds you up as you hold onto his helm, thighs open across his mouth while throaty moans and sharp gasps leave you. His heated vents hit against your skin, his warm thick glossa moving back and forth inside your depths as he pretty much tongue fucks you, and you feel yourself in a world of bliss.

His humming sends vibrations from your core up directly through your entire body.

Your response is to rock your hips against him, riding his mouth gently as your hands run across his helm and gripping at different areas.

"Oh fuck!" You can't help but curse out, letting out whimpers as you feel yourself coil, but hold back as you don't want to cum so fast just yet, although he is making that a little hard for you.

Breakdown enjoys your reaction, but even more he enjoys the sweet juices coming from you. Very different to a femme's valve he thinks to himself, and somehow he finds yours so much more addictive.

He presses his glossa deeper inside, stretching you tight depths and making you suddenly fall apart through an intense orgasim as you cling tightly onto his helm, crying out a long moan. You couldn't help yourself, he is just that damn good.

Even after your orgasim he continues to do what he's doing, tasting everything and making sure he got every last drop of your juices. It is very intense, but you love every second of it.

He stops, moves away with you supported against his servo and chuckles lightly at you. "Was it that good?"

"So good." You manage to answer, smiling fondly at him.

Breakdown gets up then and picks up a blanket that was with the spare clothes, before he wraps it around, making sure you weren't just pressed against his metal before sitting back in his area with you.

"What about you?" You can't help but ask as you snuggle into the blanket.

"Nah, I'm good. We'll have time and opportunities to explore further. I don't want to push you too much." He answers.

Knowing there are going to be more opportunities already makes your stomach flip with excitement. "Sounds wonderful."

"I'm glad you got stuck with me." Breakdown smirks lightly, gently settling you up close to him with the blanket wrapped around you for you to rest on.

"We can be reckless next time." You say softly into his audio which earns a satisfied chuckle from him.

"Looking forward to it, Y/N."

#transformers #earthspark #breakdown #breakdown x reader #reader insert #robot x human #fanfiction #writing #smut #sugarrusheag

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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The Rest of the Story

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 2,440

Summary: You and Eddie are friends but you both want more...what will it take to get you there.

Author’s Note: So my sweet friend Gem @ysmmsy had shared a super sweet idea about Eddie wanting new patches sewn onto his vest but he can’t do it himself so he gets the help of his friend (you). I love the idea and as the story started to form in my head it took an angsty turn and then well...this is how the last season should have ended! Thank you so much my sweet friend! 💕 I left out some details at certain parts because it happened in the show and I didn’t want to just rewrite that. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely @wannabehamlet thank you sweets🥰

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff, mutual pining, some angst in between, small mentions of blood.

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @reh-hateshumans ps THIS GIF IS SO HOT, thank you so much lovely😍

Eddie Munson Masterlist

“You’re staring again.”

“What?”

“Dude.”

“What?”

“Eddie?”

“Huh?”

The piece of hair falls loose from between his lips, his fingers still brushing across them as he gently shifts his weight from foot to foot.

“Earth to Eddie!” Dustin shouts.

“What the fuck Henderson!” Eddie answers, finally peeling his eyes away.

Dusting blows an exasperated raspberry and rolls his eyes.

“I was trying to tell you that you’re being creepy!” Dustin grumbles. “Stop staring.”

Eddie’s eyes widen in Dustin’s direction and he mutters a curse under his breath before turning away from the store front.

“I thought you wanted to go inside,” Dustin says.

Eddie whirls around dramatically with a huff, throwing his hands up.

“Fine! Let’s go in. You wanna see Steve anyway right?”

Dustin smiles and starts for the door. Eddie gets there first, opening it quickly just as you’re walking out.

“Hey Eddie!” you say brightly, giving him a warm smile.

He stands silent for a moment, staring again, until Dustin slips past him and gives him a nudge.

“Hey,” Eddie answers, holding the door open wider so you can exit Family Video.

You step out with a quiet thanks.

“Find anything good to rent?” he asks, eyeing your bag.

“Actually, Robin suggested Scarface, but I’m worried it might be a little too violent for me.”

“It’s really good but yea there’s definitely a lot of that.”

You drop your eyes, worrying your lip between your teeth. Before Eddie can give you any reassurance your hand lifts to his vest and you pick at the loose and curling corner of his Motorhead patch.

“Did you iron this on?” you ask, pressing your fingers to his shoulder in a lame attempt to stick it back on.

“Yea,” he answers. “I can’t sew for shit.”

“Well lucky for you I can!” you say excitedly. “You know I do all the costumes for the drama club, right?”

“Of course,” he says. “They always look amazing.”

“Thanks,” you smile. “So, when do you want me to fix this for you?”

He’s still standing there with the door wide open, his mouth looking much the same and his focus solely on you as he tries to process your words.

“SHUT THE DOOR MUNSON! We pay for the heat in here!” Steve yells from inside.

Eddie starts with a jolt, shooting Steve a glare before he lets the door go and slips his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.

“You mean like you wanna hang out and help me sew?” Eddie asks you, dipping his head and letting his hair hide his face.

“Yes. I enjoy doing it and I’d like to help,” you explain.

“I have a few other patches that I want to add too,” he says with a sheepish smile.

“I can do those too and maybe teach you something,” you giggle.

“Awesome. You free Friday?”

“It’s a date!” you say, thinking out loud before actually thinking.

Eddie’s cheeks turn pink and his brown eyes grow larger.

You clear your throat and wave goodbye before rushing off awkwardly. “See you Friday Eddie!”

Once you’re out of sight Eddie moves in slow motion as he opens the door and walks into Family Video.

Robin, Steve and Dustin are all standing by the counter with pointed looks.

“WELL?” Robin screeches.

“She’s coming by Friday to help me sew on my patches,” Eddie whispers as he blinks several times.

Robin’s second screech is followed by a loud whoop by Dustin and a pat on the back from Steve.

You’re sitting crisscross on Eddie’s bed, his jean vest spread out in front of you and several patches in your hand.

“I like this one,” you giggle, brushing your thumb over the wings of the bats.

Eddie listens as you go through his small collection of patches and comment on each one, your excitement something he finds endearing and he crushes harder.

“Are we putting them all on?” you ask when you finally look up and meet his eyes.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“Let’s see,” you start, lifting his vest. “Put this on.”

You help him into it and kneel behind him, brushing his hair out of the way to look at what space you have on the back.

“Your hair will cover any we put up here,” you explain, smoothing your fingers over the areas just below his shoulders. “So, we might want to work with the front first.”

You shift around until you’re kneeling in front of him, this time brushing his hair back and away from his face.

“I don’t want to upset your pins either,” you smile, “but I think we can fit three for now.”

You hand him the pile of patches, sitting yourself next to him as he looks through them.

“Wait!” you tell him. “Actually, just pick two.”

He raises an eyebrow and starts to smile.

“What happened to three?” he asks, his smirk growing.

“Well….” you trail off, reaching for your bag. “This could be the third, if you like it.”

You pull out something small and flat that’s wrapped in paper and hand it to him.

“I made it for you. I noticed you didn’t have one and thought you might like it but don’t feel like you have to use it, it’s totally fine of course…”

As you continue to ramble on he unfolds the paper and pulls out the Corroded Coffin patch you designed for him. His thumb reverently grazes over the material before he lifts his eyes.

“I…I love it. Holy shit! I love it! How did you even…?”

Your smile is bright and you throw your arms around his neck.

“I’m so happy you do!” you squeal into his hair.

His arms curl around your waist and he holds you tightly against him, silently inhaling and closing his eyes.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“Where do you wanna put it?” you ask, still not pulling away.

“Somewhere everyone can see it,” he answers.

You sew on the Corroded Coffin patch and give him a small lesson while doing so. By the time you’re done it’s late so you decide to take his denim vest with you and finish sewing the other two patches on at home. You make plans to meet up again next week to watch Scarface and practice more sewing.

The rest of the weekend is uneventful and when Monday rolls around you can’t wait to see Eddie at school.

“Hey Dustin, have you seen Eddie today?”

Dustin shakes his head no and it’s hard to miss the pained and worried expression on his face.

“What’s going on?” you ask as your stomach sinks. “Is he ok?”

“You didn’t hear?” Dustin asks, his face pale.

Dustin fills you in on everything that happened with Chrissy and how Eddie is now in hiding. He promises they are doing everything they can to find him and figure things out but they haven’t had any luck yet.

Your eyes water and you shake your head in disbelief.

“I know he didn’t do anything wrong. Something else is going on here. Eddie would never…”

“I know. I agree with you, but it’s all a mess,” Dustin says, his voice breaking.

“Is there any way I can help?” you ask. “I’ll do anything.”

Dustin promises to keep you in the loop as much as he can but the days keep rolling on by and you don’t see him or hear from him. Listening to the news only makes you angry and sad and everyone you trust is missing in action.

You finally decide to take matters into your own hands and drive to Eddie’s trailer, unable to deal with not knowing if he’s ok or not anymore. You park and get out, taking in the mess of the trailer park. Several pieces of lawn furniture are turned over and there are people gathering around and yelling about a stolen Winnebago.

You begin to put two and two together, backing away slowly and quietly until you’re in the car and driving off down the road. You drive for miles with no particular destination and finally spot a parked Winnebago on the side of the road up ahead.

Your heart leaps at the sight of Eddie and Dustin wrestling playfully in the grass and you jump out of the car and run toward them.

Steve and Robin look up, at first alarmed but when they see it’s you they relax slightly and walk over to greet you.

“I can’t believe I found you guys,” you pant.

“Neither can we,” Steve jokes but the amusement doesn’t reach his eyes.

“What’s going on guys?” you ask as you wring your hands together, sensing their nervousness and taking in their serious faces and the various makeshift weapons lying on the grass.

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie says quietly, making you whirl around before you get your answer from Steve.

You look him up and down before launching yourself at him. He opens his arms and catches you, exhaling before he presses you tightly against his chest.

“Hey,” he says, feeling you squeeze harder. “It’s ok. I’m ok.”

“Why didn’t you tell me,” you sniffle, pulling away slightly. “I had no idea what happened until Dustin told me and then they couldn’t find you and it’s been days and everyone disappeared.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, sliding his hands to the curve of your waist. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t…it was so bad and I didn’t want to risk getting you involved. What if something happened…”

He doesn’t finish the thought and instead crushes you to his chest again.

Dustin smiles knowingly at Steve but his smile falters when Steve frowns.

“Hey you two. Hate to break up this love filled reunion but we have to go. We have to stay on schedule.”

At Steve’s words Eddie looks up, his lips turned down and his brow furrowed.

“What does he mean Eddie?” you ask, holding tightly to his leather jacket and letting your eyes settle on his. “Where are you going now?”

He takes your face in his hands, opening his mouth and then closing it again.

“Promise you’ll wait for me,” he whispers, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “Promise you’ll be here if…when I get back.”

“I don’t understand,” you cry.

“Just promise me. Please,” he begs.

You search his face and watch his eyes drop to your lips.

“Please,” he whispers, his voice pained.

“I promise Eddie. I promise.”

He dips his head, his breath fanning your cheek and his dark lashes lowering.

“MUNSON. Now. We have to go now!” Steve yells as everyone starts to rush back to the Winnebago.

Eddie stills, his eyes fixed on you as he lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses across your knuckles.

“I’ll see you soon sweetheart,” he murmurs, his eyes falling to your mouth one more time before he reluctantly wrenches himself away from you.

Steve gives you an apologetic and soft look and Robin hugs you. Dustin squeezes your hand before he follows Steve and Robin. Max, Nancy, Lucas and Erica all wave goodbye, strange weapons in hand.

Eddie grabs the top of a trash can that’s covered in nails and follows the group, looking back one last time before he disappears into the Winnebago and it peals out onto the road.

“Why didn’t you kiss her man?” Dustin sighs, his incredulous look aimed at Eddie.

“Hey now,” Steve interrupts, eyeing them both. “Let’s just stay focused on what we have to do, ok?”

Eddie’s wide eyes are bright with emotion as he stares blankly at Dustin before he drops his head and presses his palms to his face.

You wrap your arms around yourself and trudge back to your car as your mind races with thoughts and your heart beats rapidly in your chest. Your stomach remains in knots the entire ride back to your house and you replay Eddie’s words over and over in your head.

When sleep never comes that night you get yourself dressed, donning Eddie’s vest, complete with all his patches, and sneak out the window, making your way to the trailer park and hoping that following your intuition will lead you to the right place.

Everything is dark and quiet when you pull up and you can’t deny the heaviness in the air. You take tentative steps toward Eddie’s trailer and knock. Not a sound from within and you jiggle the doorknob before the door easily falls open.

The scene before is like nothing you could have expected and you gasp, covering your mouth with your hand.

“What is…?” you ask, hands trembling.

You dare not take a step closer, the feeling of a malicious entity filling the small space and seeping into your very bones.

“Eddie,” you whisper before the first tear falls.

You don’t know how much time has passed as you sit shivering outside Eddie’s trailer. The sky is bright with the twinkle of stars but an eerie darkness has settled all around and you can’t seem to shake the awful thoughts from your head.

The sudden sound of banging and thumping from inside the trailer brings your mind instantly back to focus and you jump up, rushing toward the door, but it flies open before you get there, revealing a disheveled Steve.

He steps out, holding your stare before his eyes move to the door and Robin and Nancy step out and lastly, Dustin, who remains standing in the doorway.

You let out a sob, taking in their battered forms.

“Where is he?” you manage to choke out.

Dustin slumps forward with a slow step and you see a tall shadow behind him.

Eddie walks out of the darkness, blood smeared across his face and his hand flexing tightly around his weapon. His bandana is tied around his head but it does little to contain the wildness of his curls and as he moves closer you can see how brightly his eyes burn.

You meet him halfway, his chest heaving and brushing yours with every labored breath.

He drops the weapon to the ground and closes a bloodied hand around the back of your neck, his free hand lifting to your throat to press his thumb under your chin. He lowers his head, drawing you closer until you melt against him.

“You’re here,” he murmurs and pulls you hard against him by your neck.

You sink your hands into his hair and drag him closer, fighting to find the right words.

Without waiting for your response his rough hands frame your face and he runs his thumb over your lips, parting them before his mouth crashes to yours.

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The Original Faery

Prologue

I make my way reluctantly downstairs to where the party has already started. I hate dressing up for parties, but it’s worse now, I am expected to smile and dance and act like my brothers - Stefan and Damon Salvatore - are not dead and my best friend was not burned to ashes for being a vampire.

I disagree with my father often, but when he said that Katherine Pierce was an evil blood sucker, I was ready to kill him. She was kind and understood me in a way no one else did. And for her to be punished for what she is, is wrong. And to kill Damon and Stefan, his own children, for becoming vampires to be with Katherine was so horrendous. I haven’t spoken to Giuseppe Salvatore since the incident.

My anger at my father is not helped by the itchy, monstrous dress a maid forced me into. And the fabric cages that were the shoes that were already chaffing my feet. And when I see him standing at the foot of the stairs, with his cold glare piercing through me, all the anger at my father resurfaces.

“I’m pleased to see you can do one thing right.” He hisses at my as I come to a stop in front of him. He grabs my arm harshly and pulls me close so he can whisper in my ear: “ Embarrass me this evening and I will make sure it is the last thing you do.”

And with that we enter the ballroom as if nothing was wrong.

I sit down on a chair in a dark corner of the room as I let my feet take a break. I had been dancing with young boys my age and my feet were screaming at me to sit down.

I heave a sigh as I sit and think.

“Rough night?”

I whirl at the voice and see a gentleman sitting in a chair close by. He chuckles lightly.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

He had a faint European accent, dark brown hair and eyes of a soft hazel green. He looks expectant and I realise dumbly that I have been silent for a good two minutes.

“Sorry. Yes, it’s been what you call a rough night.” I say the last few words bitterly, glaring over at my father. I see him gaze at me curiously out of the corner of my eye. Then he chuckles again.

“Something funny?” I snap, furious that this man finds humour in my discomfort.

“I just thought that you American women were supposed to be well mannered mouth breathing idiots. In no way do you fit this description.”

I can’t help but laugh at this. “ Well I’m not a woman yet, so just you wait.” I reply with a grin. He returns it with a smile of his own, though it’s shaky, as if he hadn’t smiled in a long while.

“I’m Finn Mikaelson by the way.” He says, extending his hand.

“Cassiopeia Salvatore.” I reply as I shake his hand.

I spent the rest of the night sitting and talking with Finn, until my father pulled me away, claiming that I should get to bed, but he was not subtle in the way he looked at me.

He dragged me upstairs to his study and locked the door behind him.

“What did I say about embarrassing me tonight?”

I knew he didn’t want an answer, he was already cemented in his belief that I had somehow tarnished the name Salvatore, but I answered anyway.

“I didn’t do anything wrong, Father.” I state.

“You were supposed to be mingling with the boys your age so that I could fix the public image of our family, that your brothers destroyed!” He all but yelled the last words, coming closer with each declaration. “You were supposed to fulfil your only purpose, which is to marry into a rich family and produce heirs. That is all you are good for.” He was right in front of me now and I tried desperately to hold back the tears threatening to fall at his words. “You are however also good at destroying everything you touch!” He shouts at me.

“I’m ten years old!” I shout back. “I shouldn’t be expected to marry, or even fix what you broke. Not Damon or Stefan. But you! You broke this family!”

Then, he slaps me. I cry out in pain.

In a whirlwind he is ripped off me and thrown into the wall. I gape in shock as he falls to the ground, along with the now shattered remains of a few pictures.

Standing before me was Finn Mikaelson, with veins beneath his eyes and the elongated canine teeth. Vampire. But I couldn’t care less about what he was I ran at him and hugged him, burying my face in his chest.

“Thank you” I whisper into his shirt.

“You are not afraid?” Finn asks. He seems scared of what my answer could be.

“There are worse monsters in this world.” I mumble. He holds me close as I cry.

Finn compelled my father not to remember this altercation. To only remember me dancing with all the young boys, then retiring to bed for the night.

While my father didn’t remember our argument that night, it didn’t stop him from finding other reasons to punish me.

It only got worse, midnight visits in my room after getting drunk at the bar and claiming that I had embarrassed him or somehow deserved to be punished. So he would take off his belt, and whip my back with it, until my skin hung in ribbons, and the maids had to bandage me up.

Finn and I still saw each other often. Going for lunch or just sitting in the town square and talking. I never mentioned my father’s wrath, or the reason he believed I deserved it.

But I asked Finn to talk about his life. And he regaled me with the stories from when he was human. He told me all about his family and how they became vampires. He told me how his half brother, Niklaus, was the original hybrid, and how he used these mystical daggers on his siblings when he got mad at them. Finn also told me how he had been entrapped by this dagger for almost 700 years before Niklaus decided to free him.

I did tell Finn about what happened to the vampires in this town, and how my brothers were killed for being sympathisers. He was empathetic, revealing that he too has lost a brother and understood my pain.

I was happy. Finn was my escape from the harsh reality I faced when I was at home. And it continued like that for six years. Until Finn disappeared without a trace.

At first I was angry, Finn was my best friend and was always there for me, how could he disappear without at least saying goodbye? But I soon realised that Niklaus must have come for him.

After this revelation, I dedicated my time to tracking Niklaus down. Looking to the witches that lived in the town. But when they couldn’t help me, I turned to the power that ran in my veins, the reason my father hated me. But that too failed me.

As I sat in my room, staring dejectedly out the window, my father came in.

“While you are utterly useless and unlovable, the young Gilbert boy appears to think you a worthy wife.” I must have been going insane because I thought I heard a note of pride in his voice. “His family will be coming over for dinner to discuss.. Arrangements.” He sneers at me “You will finally serve your purpose.”

“No.” My voice was quiet but firm. I wouldn’t let him tell me what to do anymore. “I will not marry a Gilbert.”

“You will do as I say.”

“Why should I? You will never see me as anything more than a reminder of what you have lost. You will never love me, never be proud of me. So I am done. Find another mindless puppet to play with.” As I try and walk past him, he grabs my arm so hard I cry out.

“You will not disobey me.” The pure rage in his eyes scares me to my core. I pushed him too far this time. In my panic I didn’t notice my magic surface, but I could feel it now, like electricity crackling beneath my skin. I felt powerful.

As my father shoved me back to my seat at the window, I exploded. Pure energy escaped me, rushing at the cause of my fear. As my magic made contact with is body, it engulfed him in a storm of fire.

His screams echoed through the house alerting the servants. They rushed up the stairs and they assumed it was the house and not my father that was on fire, they ran at me and helped me out in front of the house.

As I watched my home burn down, with my monster of a father trapped inside, I thought I would feel peace or safety now that the root of my troubles was dead, but all I felt was emptiness. Nothing. I was alone in this world and I had only myself to blame.

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Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed the story😁

I think I’ll be making a second part to the prologue….

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Sisters best friend , but love of my life part 2 ( Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Reader)

What you need to know: It is not very nice of Phoenix to jump to conclusions that Jake has no idea how Y/N feels about him. It is also not very nice what Jake feels he has to do to set things right.

AN: I have some bad news... Part two might break your heart a little but do no worry I will put it back together Also I am writing in the guy POV for the first time Im a little nerves about that. But go with me because I am so in love with how this turned out.

Part one and part three my sweets

There will be 3 more parts to this so just hold on any hearts I have broken will be fixed ( that is a warning haha)

As soon as I get to Phoenix I let her have it. “What on earth do you think you are doing?” I try to keep my voice down so Y/N doesn’t hear me.

I want to check over my shoulder to make sure she is in the barn. I know that if I look at her she’ll be worried about how angry my face looks.

“What did you tell her?” I let my hands rest on my hips.

“I just told her you carry her letters with you.” She was acting way too calm and I didn't like it. Phoenix was used to being in the face of danger, so I knew right now she was channeling that reserve. I raise my eyebrow at her. I know there is more.

She sighs, “I also told her to ask you about why.”

I swear I could see red. Years I have spent keeping Y/N just an arms length away was about to go out the window. I want to see the fact that Phoenix thinks she is being a good friend. She thinks she is helping me out by pushing myself and Y/N together. What she doesn’t know is that she is swinging a bat at a hornets nest. I didn’t think I could regret my drunken night of telling Phoenix about Y/N anymore then I already did, but here we are. I start to pace in front of her. I know Y/N will not jump to the conclusion that what Nat is trying to say is that I love her. Y/N is the type of person who will not jump to a happy ending. She will think of the reasonable first. To her, me wanting her the same way she wants me is not just unreasonable, it is unfathomable. I hate that I know that. I hate that I feel safe in the fact she will think nothing of it. But now, she will want to come to me for an answer anyway and I will have to come up with a lie to throw her off. I can’t tell her what letters I keep with me and I surely can’t tell her why. That would be my dead give away and Then she would know. I turn my body fully away from Phoenix, and look out over the farm. Maybe an answer will hit me in the face if I just keep looking. I hear Nat shuffle her feet and then she spoke.

“That girl loves you, it is rude to have her think her love it just one sided.” I whip my head around to look her in the face.

Her face softens, and she almost looks sad. I want to tell her calmly why it has to be this way, but I can’t grasp the calm part of me right now.

“Trust me it is much easier being the person who thinks it is one sided, than being the one who knows it's not.” My voice bites out as I face her. “Stop acting like a detective who just put the pieces of the puzzle together. You think I didn’t see the hope in her eyes when she turned 18? Or again when she turned 20? You don’t think I knew she was thinking ‘this will be it. He might finally do something’? It kills me!” Digging my boot in the ground does nothing to help release some of my frustration.

“Then do something about it, Hangman!” She pokes at my chest.

“I fucking can’t.” I seethe. She is poking a bear, she just doesn’t know it yet.

“Yes you can! What the hell is stopping you? Just tell her and go from there.” She throws her hands up in the air.

“This isn’t fear. This isn’t a scared man who doesn’t know how to commit to one person. This is my life being narrated by a legal document. A document signed 100 years ago saying the Seversin family cannot marry someone from the Y/L/N family. They did it so the farm would never split. If someone from my family marries someone from hers they forfeit their right to run the farm one day. Don’t you understand? This place is her life. This farm is her Top Gun.”

It finally sinks in and it stops her from pushing farther. She doesn’t move and the downcast look on her face tells me she understands the gravity of what she has done.

Drunk me seemed to have left this part out when I told her about Y/n. I don’t know how. That stupid rule has been on my brain since I was 24. Now I have my friend in front of me who is upset with herself.

From the way I act around them I don’t really blame her. A cocky man who doesn’t want to commit to one person, I can see how she got there. It is just in this small town of Texas, my home town, around that girl, that I am not that man. I know Phoenix was doing what she thought was best but you know what they say about good intentions: The road to hell is paved with them.

I slide my hands in my back pockets as I turn to walk back, nodding my head in the barn's direction telling Phoenix to follow. I was done talking about it. Now I have to figure out what I was going to do about it. Phoenix falls into step with me. When we get to the barn I let her walk in before me and I allow the door to shut behind us. The wind picks up making it shut much harder than I wanted it too. The sound alone makes Y/N head swing towards me. I know she is reading my face and picking up on the anger. She has always been good at reading me. I could breathe the wrong way and she would be onto me in a second. Her eyebrows raise asking me the question. I just shake my head in response.

“So, next on the tour I could show y’all the calving barn. It’s where all the baby cows are.” Kate said as she started to bounce on her feet again. She was always so happy. She is the most carefree of us all and it truly showed. She tows Bob by the arm to get him where he needed to go. Poor man looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head. He just went with it with a small wince. Roster and I both were laughing at the interaction. Y/N was busy looking down at her watch and this gave me a moment to finally observe her. Her hat sat snugly on her head, she has her favorite striped shirt on, the blue one. Her cut off jeans allow me to see those strong legs of hers, tan from the summer sun down to her boot clad feet, with one tapping rhythmically on the barn floor. She does that when she gets focused, my heart squeezes at how well I know her.

She let out a sigh, I quickly looked away from her. “Well this is where I depart on the welcome home tour. I should go check fences.” She gives a wave then makes her way to her horse's stall.

I didn’t even have time to think before I spoke. “I will go with you.” Everyone turned to look at me. I just shrug my shoulders at them. “I’ve been in this barn my whole life. Plus this is me paying back Y/N for waking up early every morning to come help me.” I give Y/N a smile before I make my way to the tack room to gather her saddle.

As I walk through the door I hear Bob ask what her horse’s name is. I laugh in anticipation of the answer and she shoots me a look over her shoulder. That knowing look just makes my love for her grow.

“His name is Radish.” Y/N says with a smile. That could only be because she loves the question people ask next.

“You named your horse, Radish?” Roster looks puzzled but everyone else got the joke. Man she loves it when she can get someone to call him horseradish.

“Yes I did, you see the reddish tint he has that is why. Also, because Jake said I wouldn’t do it.” She cuts her eyes at me as she laughs. I make my way to the tack room to gather all the things she needs. When I step out I see she has gotten Radish out so the others could pet him before we saddle him up.

“So this is your horse?” I don’t look at Bob as he asks the question. I move to step around him and throw the blanket on Radish’s back, having already set the saddle down at my feet.

Me and Y/N answer at the same time. “He is ours.” She is standing on the other side of the horse so I look down at her over his back. I love how her face lights up when she says that. This horse is the one thing that is just mine and hers. Growing up we were the only ones who took care of him. So many nights of just me and her in this barn brushing him down and talking about how to train him. It was just me and her. How it should be.

“He was Jake’s but I kind of took him. So we have share custody of him. He won’t let Jake ride him if I am around.”

“We learned that the hard way.”

“Don’t say “we”. I knew, but you just didn’t want to listen to me.” She rolls her eyes at me. She isn’t wrong but I just like saying we. I shake the thought away and finish tightening the saddle down.

“Fine, you can be right this time.” I give Radish a slap on the butt as I move to walk around to the side the others are on. “He is all set. I’ll walk y’all out and go grab Ranger.” I give Y/N’s shoulder a squeeze as I walk past her, with the others to the end of the barn.

“Be good to them Kate. No tricking the boys into getting on a bull.” She just gives me a toothy smile. One of her favorite things is talking people into bull riding. I have seen her do it too many times to not bring it up now. She just rolls her eyes as she takes hold of Bob's arm again and starts dragging him along. I want to be upset that she seems to have some kind of crush on him. Between him or Roster, I will say I am happy with Bob. I stand in the doorway of the barn and just watch them walk away. I know as soon as I go back in the barn Y/N is going to start asking questions. As much as I want to lie to her and just brush it off, I know with one look I will be done. Any lie I could come up with would be gone. I turn on my heels and take a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

I walk back in to see she has already put the tack on Ranger and has the leads for both horses in hand as she walks to the far end of the barn that leads out to the field.

“You didn’t have to do that, I was coming back.” She turns her head slightly to give me a look then rolls her eyes as she continues to walk to the exit. We have always done this. She dresses my horse while I dress hers. It started when she was younger and didn’t know how. As she learned she would just get Ranger, doing the same as I did.

When I get to her, I reach to take the lead from her hands but she moves them away. Oh great we are doing this now. Just for fun I try one more time to take them from her. She just moves them farther away. She then takes both leads and ties them to a post by the doors. She faces me and no words need to be spoken as she places her hand on her hip and tilts her head to the side.

“What was Phoenix going on about?” She asks like what Phoenix said was a joke and I was about to set her straight. What she doesn’t know is that my answer will blow her life up and tear the relationship we have apart.

“Well, I don't know I wasn’t there.” I am trying just to brush it off.

“Jake, please work with me here.” She takes a step towards me. Panic rushes in and I can’t think.

“Then ask a question I can answer.” I sigh. “What letters do you carry with you?”

“Please don’t ask me that.”

“Why?”

Damn her stubbornness.

“Because I want to tell you the truth.”

“Then tell me the truth!” She exclaims.

“I can’t.”

“I’m not getting what the big deal is.” She’s getting frustrated with me, her mouth is doing that twitch.

“If I tell you, you’ll understand.”

She crosses her arms, waiting.

I run my hand down my face in defeat. “The letter in my cockpit is one of you describing the farm with a picture of a rooster crowing at the sun.”

“And the one in your jump suit?”

“It is the one when you were talking about your future. And your future husband. You drew a picture of two people holding hands.”

“You have 100s of letters, why those?”

“Y/N Please stop.”

“Tell me why Jake!” She demands.

“What good does knowing do?” I shrug.

“Please? I will beg.” She warns.

“You will never have to beg for anything from me. It has always been yours.” I say softly.

Please don’t make me tell you the truth. Please just let me lie to you.

She shakes her head. “Jake.”

“The one in the cockpit is where I go home too. The one in my jumpsuit is who I go home to.”

I have been keeping that to myself for so long, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest. It's only when I look up at her the weight finds me again. I can almost feel her brain spinning. Her face keeps shifting. She has this joy that takes over then confusion. She then starts pacing. It's the cutest thing I have ever seen. Every few seconds she turns to me to speak but says nothing, then goes back to her pacing. I could let her do this forever.

“So now what?” she finally turns to me. It is my turn to be confused.

“What do you mean now what?”

“We feel the same jake. So now what do we do?” Her brow wrinkles.

“We do nothing.”

“What the fuck, that can’t be your answer.”

“That is my answer.” I say firmly

“What? No. No that can’t be it. You can’t feel that way for me and want to do nothing.” She snaps.

“Don’t you ever think I want to do nothing about it.” I warn.

“Well here we are, Jake, you wanted to do nothing.” Her hands fall to her sides with her frustration.

“This isn’t what I want! We can’t do anything. Why do you think I haven't told you all this time?” I plead.

“Tell me this isn’t about the rule?” Her arms cross over her chest, and she pins me with a glare.

“It's not a rule, it's a contract! Signed by our families saying they will never marry and if they do, they forfeit their right to the farm. You want this place right?”

“How long have you known?” She demands.

“Since you were 18.” I mutter.

I didn’t see it coming but I felt it. The slap to my face was hard. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as I met her eyes again. She was full of anger now. Truth be told, I was okay with it. If she was mad at me, even if she hated me, maybe she wouldn’t want to be with me. She would keep this place. I wouldn’t have to spend my life being the one she loves and the one thing she regrets. She spins on her heels, takes the reins and rides off with Radish before I can say another word.

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