#but she was mad about the fact that I didn’t tell her sooner

[talaok]

A little favor

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem! reader

summary: You fucked up a trade and want to make it up to Joel

warnings: smut | dub-con, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, virginity loss, daddy kink, a touch of dacryphilia, dumbification, and a bit self insert

"I'm sorry" you sobbed "I'm so sorry Joel, I swear I didn't see them and when I did it was too late and- and I'm sorry I didn't run in sooner" you were out of breath "I'm so sorry"

Your face was drenched with your own tears, even the sleeves of your shirt were in similar shape.

You had fucked up

Once again, one might add, but that's not the point.

You were supposed to keep guard as he traded some things, you didn't really know what, he never told you what, or anything really.

He just brought you with him and stuck you outside to look out for FEDRA people.

That's how it had been for the past month,

And this time,

it went wrong.

The FEDRA people had in fact come, and you hadn't noticed them until they were practically in front of you.

It was a miracle you had gotten out of there alive

as for the other guy, the guy Joel was trading with... well, he hadn't been so lucky.

And so now here you were, sobbing on his - your- bed, because you had made a mess again, and he had to clean it up.

"I'm sorry"

God, did you never get tired of saying that?

"y/n" his deep voice interrupted your sobs

You looked up at him, or at what you could make out of him from the glassy fog your eyes had become.

"It's fine sweetheart" he raised your chin, settling in front of you.

Another tear escaped your eyes, and you sniffled

"but-" you bit your trembling lip "I was stupid- I was- I was inattentive"

"you should be mad" your voice cracked

But you knew he never did, get mad, and if he did, he certainly didn't let you see it.

You had no idea why, or how, all the men in your life before him (which were just two, your father and your ex-boyfriend) would get mad at the littlest thing, from you spilling some water on the precious - worthless-coffee table to you not understanding something as quickly as they wanted you to.

You weren't the smartest of the bunch, never were.

"at least she's pretty"

that's what everyone always said,

at least she's pretty,

at least she's not gonna realize you're insulting her even when you do it right in front of her, she's not gonna be an engineer but at least she's gonna find a man to take care of her.

"men don't like it when women are smarter than them anyway"

Every single phrase, every word was engraved in your brain,

in your tiny little brain, a mantra you repeated over and over, until inevitably, it became the truth.

It still amazed you how diffrent he was though,

You expected it, at this point, to be called stupid and worthless for the tinies mistake, but he had never as much as raised his voice.

He had never called you names,

he had never laughed at you, or made fun of you, or treated you like you were used to, like you were supposed to.

"I'm not mad"

"why?"

"it was a mistake" he shrugged "it happens"

"it happens a lot to me tough"

"well that's fine" his voice was warm "everyone's diffrent"

You still couldn't wrap your head around it "why are you so nice to me?"

He smiled "I like you"

"b-but I'm-" you avoided his glare "I'm-" you didn't even know how to say it,

how to describe how useless you actually were

"Baby it's fine" his thumb stoaked your cheek.

"what about the cargo?" you asked, raising your head again

"We lost it"

"I'm so sorry" another sob "it's my fault"

The room fell silent

"Can I do anything?"

You saw something happen behind his eyes

"really" you urged " Is there anything I can do to make up for it?"

"I can look for other contraband" you suggested even though both of you knew you had no absolute idea where to look for it "I can-" you were already out of ideas "I can cook dinner"

God that was stupid

He smiled and you wanted nothing more than to be invisible.

"Please tell me what I can do" other tears fled your eyes

"Please daddy"

Shit

You instinctively covered your mouth

You didn't mean to, it had just come out.

You were scared to look up at him, to see the amused grin he would have on his face as he made fun of you in his mind,

but as you wiped the tears off your face, glancing up at him, the only thing you did see, were his eyes darker than you'd ever seen them before.

"I'm sorry" you whispered "I didn't mean to-"

"don't apologize"

"b-but-"

"There is something you could do" his thumb was tracing your jawline as your eyes sparked with excitement

"Really?"

His lips twitched into a grin

"What?"

"well" he was looking at you differently than before "you could do me a little favor"

"anything" you immediately answered, making him chuckle.

"it's more of a personal one" he explained, moving some hair out of your face "more... physical"

You frowned, confused, and he took one of your hands to slowly place it on his crotch.

Oh

"I've never- I've never done that before"

"I can teach you"

You looked up at him, your big eyes hiding under your lashes.

You really wanted to make up for your mistake.

"ok" you murmured

"good girl" he said, as a strange heat pooled between your legs "undo my belt" he ordered, and you looked at him hesitantly before obliging, your nervous fingers fumbling with the buckle for a moment before you were able to undo it.

You looked up at him for approval and he only nodded, urging you to keep going.

So you did, you undid his zipper and slowly pulled his pants down.

Something hard was straining against his boxers, you could see the tent that had formed.

"Don't be scared sweetheart" he reassured you, and you gulped as you timidly pulled his underwear down.

Oh wow

It was big,

not that you had any means of comparison but it definitely looked big.

He must have noticed your eyes widening because he said "don't worry baby, I'll go slow"

You nodded, hesitantly taking it in your hands

"w-what do I do?" you asked, looking up at him, and you felt his member twitch in your palms.

"oh baby you're so precious" he groaned, and you genuinely didn't know if it was a compliment or not.

"you just have to open your mouth,"

You did it

"just like that baby, perfect" he praised

"and put it in"

You looked at his threatening dick and then at him, fear clear in your iris.

How was all that gonna fit?

"It's gonna fit" he read your mind "don't you trust me?"

You did.

You trusted him more than anyone.

And so you did it, you widened your mouth even more, and took him in, looking at him questioningly once your lips were wrapped on not even half of his shaft.

He groaned nonetheless "that's good baby, you can move now"

You did, you started experimentally bobbing your head up and down, and according to his heavy breathing, you seemed to be doing a fairly good job.

"hollow your cheeks for me baby"

You obeyed and were rewarded with a loud groan

You looked up at him, your eyes evidently asking -is this good?-

“That’s good” he breathed, his hand going to the back of your head “that’s good baby, keep going”

The room filled with a lewd noise as your lips and chin soaked with saliva.

You forced yourself to take more of him in, but your jaw was begging you to stop.

You tried to lean away but his hand didn’t let you.

“Go deeper baby”

You peeked at him worryingly

“You can do it, sweetheart”

“Don’t you wanna make it up to daddy?”

You hummed in agreement around his cock,

of course you did.

"then be good and choke on it"

you could feel your heart beating in your ears, but you ignored it as you did what he said, taking all of him in, until his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag softly.

A tear fled your eye, but this time it wasn't because of an emotion, it wasn't fear or patheticness, no, it was just reflexes, and for once, you liked it.

"that's it" he breathed "that's my good girl" he said, and you found yourself involuntarily rubbing your thighs together, desperate for some friction.

"fuck- that's it baby" he hissed as you kept moving your head, careful of every movement "that's it- keep going"

" 'knew you could take all of me baby" his fingers grazed your chin, as his eyes somehow darkened some more "do you think you could take daddy inside of you?"

His hand left your head and you leaned away

"inside?"

wasn't this already inside?

He seemed pretty inside to you.

"yes baby inside"

he leaned down to get closer to your face.

His fingers found your bare thighs, and danced until they were at the hem of your skirt

"do you think you could take me in your pretty pussy?" he explained better, and your mouth gaped open in surprise,

the real surprise was that your jaw was still able to do that after all that work.

"but-"

"be a good girl for daddy" you felt his digits get under your skirt as he breathed against your mouth "it's just a small favor"

"I've never-"

"I know baby" he pushed you onto the bed "But don't worry, I'll take care of everything" he promised, crawling on top of you "I'll take care of you"

he kissed your neck, a whimper fleeing your mouth "I'll make you feel really good" his quick hands freed you of your shirt and bra before you could even register it, and just after a few moments there went also your skirt and panties.

He hissed as he took you in.

"You've got such a pretty body sweetheart," he said as he kissed it all over "wish I could just stare at it all day" it tickled when he kissed your belly "touch it all day" he murmured against your skin "fuck it all day"

You whimpered as his mouth got inches from when you needed it the most, but he leaned away, taking off his own shirt and stepping out of his pants.

"so pretty" he mumbled as he used your legs to bring you closer to the edge of the bed.

He spit onto your cunt and you hissed, the cold sensation taking you by surprise.

His finger slipped between your folds, coating his digits with your liquids.

He groaned "such a pretty pussy baby"

"here" he drew his finger towards your mouth "taste yourself"

You could feel your cheeks color, but you did it nonetheless, tasting yourself around his finger.

He grinned at the sight "good girl" he hissed as he retracted his finger, and used the hand instead to position his dick at your entrance.

"stay still baby" he grabbed your hip, and you froze.

You could feel his tip graze at your entrance and it both excited you and terrified you.

You shut your eyes, biting your lip, bracing yourself for the inevitable pain.

"no look at me baby" he urged "keep those pretty eyes on me when I'm inside you"

"o-ok" you whispered, and he smiled

"god you're such a good girl" he said, as finally, he pushed himself in, or better, his tip in, and as you felt like a volcano had just erupted inside your body, you winced loudly in pain.

"I know baby" he cooed

no, you don't

You felt a tear travel from the corner of your eyes down to your temple.

He kept going, making you gasp in pain again, your hand gripping the sheets.

"It's-It's too big daddy" you cried out

"no it's not" he didn't give your pleads importance as he kept going, slowly but surely "You can do it, baby"

"I- I can't"

"yes you can" he stated "be a good girl and take it all for daddy"

"b-but it hurts" another tear

"it's gonna feel better after" he promised "trust me"

"daddy" your voice cracked as a sob came through

"come on sweetheart you almost did it"

" 's too much" you cried

"sh- sh- sh" he shushed you wiping some tears off your face " do it for me baby " he said, "you said you wanted to make it up to me"

"I-I do"

"then do" he cocked an eyebrow, and you nodded, sniffling.

"good girl" he praised, as he took your waist and with one harsh move, thrust fully into you.

"see" he admired his cock so deep inside of you "knew you could do it" he smiled at you before retracting his hips, briefly noticing the blood on his dick, and then slamming it back in.

"oh my god" you moaned

"fuck" he grunted " got such a tight pussy baby," he said, developing a rhythm as weak shocks of pain mixed with overwhelming ones of pleasure.

"knew it would be good" he kept talking through labored breaths "just like you sweetheart" he grabbed your hips more harshly as he slammed into you mercilessly now "always so obedient" he purred " so good for me"

"knew you'd take me well"

"knew you'd have such a perfect little pussy"

He bent down and to your surprise, he kissed you, messily and sloppily, but heavenly nonetheless.

"daddy" you whimpered, your back arching against the bed

"It's like it was made for me" he grunted " just designed to have only me in it" he hissed "to be mine"

"is it mine baby?"

"y-yes" you nodded, all the pleasure fogging your brain "it's yours, daddy- all yours"

He kissed you again "and what about you?" he asked, his hips still working like it was his life-long duty to slip you in fucking half "are you mine, sweetheart?"

"yes" you whined

"You're my good girl?" his hand found your clit and you gasped, a breath getting stuck in your throat "you'll do anything I want you to?" he asked, "when I want you to do it?"

"yes daddy-yes"

"that's my girl" he smirked, as you felt a weird pressure form in your stomach.

"so if I tell you that I wanna come inside you're gonna let me right?" he asked breathlessly "because you're my good little girl and I can do anything I want with you?"

"mh-mh" you nodded mindlessly

"that's right baby," he said "I can feel you're coming"

"your pretty walls are squeezing me"

"do you wanna come?"

"yes!" you moaned "yes please daddy "

He crashed his lips with yours "then come all around me sweetheart"

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[flemingsfreckles]

Not Just a Teammate

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Preview: Jessie takes you home for the holidays to meet her parents, she just left out a few details when telling them you were coming home.

Warnings: a little angsty, some cursing

WC: 4.0k

A/N: I needed a break from trying to write the two other multipart series I have, so I wrote this. I’m probably going to be putting out more short single fic stories to keep from getting writers block on my other work. If you have any suggestions/ requests I’d be happy to hear them, sent them my way :)

“I need to tell you something and you have to promise not to be mad at me.” Your girlfriend of nearly a year whispered into your ear as you stood at the airport waiting for your bags to be unloaded from the plane. You turned around to see her looking at you, a nervous look across her face. She was biting her lower lip, her hand playing with drawstrings of her hoodie.

“You can’t just ask me to not be mad at you before I know what you did.” It wasn’t often that Jessie made you even upset let alone mad, so the fact that she was prefacing what she was about to say had you on edge.

“I didn’t do anything. It’s more what I didn’t do.” She says, looking up at you.

“Quit dragging this out, just tell me.” You were already a little overwhelmed from the long travel day you both had, her beating around the bush was pushing your nerves.

“Remember when you asked me if I had talked to my parents about you coming home with me?”

“Jessie!” You scold her, drawing a couple of looks from the people around you, lowering your voice as you continue “You didn’t tell them I was coming? Seriously?”

“No, no I did, they know you’re coming,” she pauses, you can tell there’s more to that sentence than she’s saying.

“Then what?” Now you were annoyed, you were about to be an unexpected guest at your girlfriend's parents house.

“It’s just, they called you my teammate when I called them to see if you could come home and I never corrected them.” Her sentence comes out rushed. Your eyes fly open, your girlfriend’s parents, who you were expecting to meet in less than an hour, didn’t know you were their daughter’s girlfriend.

“Your parents think I’m just your teammate? Are you fucking kidding me? Jessie Alexandra what the hell?” The volume of your voice raised again, not caring if people around you could hear, Jessie deserved to be scolded for this. Jessie throws her hands up in surrender..

“I know, I know. I was going to tell them, but I just got so nervous every time I couldn’t do it. They don’t even know that I date women, well just one woman now, singular, you.” She points at you. For a split second you forget how upset you are at her, seeing how nervous and shy she got talking about dating you.

“So your parents just think you’re bringing home a teammate for the holidays?” She just shrugs at you.

“Oh my god Jessie.” You move away from her, taking a few steps away. “I’m going to have to lie this whole trip, do you realize how fucked up that is? Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would’ve made an excuse not to come.” You were so mad. You had asked Jessie a couple weeks back if she had asked her parents abo it you coming home. She had told you she talked with them, you had assumed that meant she fully told them, that she was bringing home her girlfriend, not just a teammate. Maybe you should’ve been more specific when asking.

“No, no of course not.” She reaches a hand out toward you but you pull back out of her reach. “I’m going to talk to them tonight. I promise.”

She holds out her pinky to you, it may seem childish, the two of you interlocking pinkies in the airport, but it had always been a thing the two of you did, a promise was a promise. You hesitate, so annoyed that she had put you in this situation. She gives you a pleading stare, her big brown eyes a special soft spot for you, you hold your pinky out to hers.

“Until you tell them, don't expect me to act like your girlfriend though.” The words leave your mouth and you see the change in Jessie’s face from guilty to upset. You stand in silence, both of you watching the bag carousel, beginning to think that everyone bag from the plane except your own had come out. You watch as Jessie puts the tip of her thumb between her teeth, biting her nail, a nervous habit of hers. Normally you would pull her hand away, giving it a loving squeeze, or politely telling her to stop. Instead, since you weren't her girlfriend at the moment, you don't, a teammate wouldn't scold her habits.

“Does that mean we’re sleeping in different beds?” The thought of all the tiny aspects that come with being a friend instead of a girlfriend start crossing your mind. You speak up but don’t turn to look at her. As a teammate and a friend, her parents probably weren’t expecting you to share a bed, you'd have to sleep alone until she sorted this out with them.

“I don’t know, they didn’t mention sleeping arrangements to me. I’m sure they’ll have the guest room made up for you. To be fair, they might kick you out of my bedroom once they know we’re together.” Jessie tries to make a joke to you, but not in the mood for her antics, you take it seriously.

“You’re 26, not 16 and we’re both girls, what do they think is going to happen?”

“It’s probably more that they don’t want to hear what might happen. And last time I checked, someone can get a little loud.” when you just look at her, not giving in to her attempt at humor with you a frown comes to her face. “I was joking babe, they have let my sibling’s partners spend the night in their rooms.”

“Don’t ‘babe’ me.” You glare at her, you were being overly mean and you knew it, but you couldn’t help it. Jessie had been so excited to invite you home for the holidays and you had been excited to go, but you were excited to go as her girlfriend, not her teammate.

The fact that she hadn't told them was causing a small part of you to be insecure. Maybe she didn't think you were good enough to bring home as a partner, maybe she didn't want to introduce you to her life in Canada. Maybe she was planning on ending your relationship and this would be the perfect start. You had never questioned your relationship with Jessie before, you felt unsettled knowing you were suddenly having these thoughts.

Jessie moves forward to the belt and she grabs off your bag, sliding it toward you before she grabs the one with her own tag on it. You were too lost in your thoughts to see the bags come on the belt. Normally you'd take Jessie’s bag for her, one of many simple chivalrous things you had incorporated into your life with her, but not today, you grabbed your own and turned to find the exit.

Standing outside, you waited for Jessie’s parents to pick you both up. Jessie waves in the direction of a car that soon pulls over and Jessie’s mom nearly comes jumping out of the passenger seat while it is still moving, making a b-line for her daughter. She pulls her into a hard hug.

“My baby is home.” You hear her say as she rocks Jessie side to side slightly.

“Hi Mom.” Jessie is laughing at her Mom’s behavior. Jessie’s dad is now standing behind his wife, waiting for his turn to say hello to his daughter. Jessie’s mom picks her head up, her eye catches yours.

“Hi, sorry I didnt mean to ignore you.” She moves out of Jessie’s arms and comes over to you arms open. You give her a quick hug and smile.

“I get it, she’s your daughter.” You wave off her Mom’s apology.

“It’s very nice to meet you.” Her parents maybe didn't know they were meeting their daughter's girlfriend but you were still overly aware that this was your first time meeting your girlfriend’s parents. Meeting the parents was a big deal, especially when Jessie was as close with her family as she was.

You hear Jessie start to introduce you to her parents, she says your name and then pauses, “She’s my,” For a second you're relieved, she was going to get the introduction over with now, she was going to correct her mistake.

“um, my, she’s, we play together and she's one of my favorite people.” She smiles in your direction. You shoot her back a smile that to her parents looks normal, they don't know any different. Jessie however, could tell your smile was fake, one that was hiding annoyance.

You all climb in the car, her parents asking questions about your flight, about both of your lives, asking how the season was treating both of you. The ride wasn't too long and you were soon pulling up a long driveway to a beautiful house, hidden back from the roadway, surrounded by huge trees.

Standing in the driveway are both of Jessie’s siblings, they both come to either side of the car, Jessie’s sister to her side, her brother to your side. They greet you and offer to take your bags.

Her brother and mom walk you around the house, giving you the tour as Jessie says hello to her family’s dogs. You see Jessie’s room, you’d seen photos of her bedroom as a child, it was more sophisticated now, less posters on the wall, less toys and clutter, but it still was very much her childhood bedroom. They showed you her siblings rooms, the kitchen, family room, and finally the guest room. Jessie was right, they had made it up for you to stay. You appreciate the fact that they had set up the room for you but you really wanted to spend the night cuddling up with Jessie, not a floor below her in a different bed. Maybe a night apart would be good, maybe it would make Jessie remember how she doesn’t sleep well without you being next to her. Maybe it’ll encourage her to tell the truth.

Jessie’s dad calls down the hall that dinner is ready and you all make your way back into the kitchen.

“Jessie said you weren’t picky, but we made a couple things since she is.” Jessie’s older brother says to you, poking fun at his sister.

“This all looks great, thank you.” You look between all her family members not sure who did the cooking. Everyone makes their plate, you let Jessie and her parents go first, silently distancing yourself from her. They head to the dining room as you start to make your plate.

As you make your way into the dining room followed by Jessie's siblings Jessie is already sitting at the table with her parents, you pick up on the conversation as you enter the room.

“Yeah no, she's great isn't she. Actually we’re um,” you hear her begin to stumble over her words again. “She and I are going to be roommates for the travel season this year.” You're not even sure why you continued to get your hopes up, she clearly was struggling getting out the words that she was your girlfriend and you were hers. Jessie sends you an apologetic look as you sit down across the table from her. You continue dinner, it feels uncomfortable to you and Jessie, but to the rest of the table it was normal, no one knew of the underlying tension between the two of you.

After dinner you all sit down playing card and board games. After a couple rounds of Jessie’s brother winning Uno, you all move to the couches just relaxing. Jessie's mom had grabbed a scrapbook off the shelf and was shamelessly showing you all the baby photos of Jessie, ones of her playing soccer, running, playing in the yard, holding a hockey stick, all the small moments of her childhood. You badly want to gush over the photos as a girlfriend, but you kept it reserved, not mentioning the thoughts of how cute your kids would be some day if they looked like her.

“I’ll be right back, going to let the dog outside.” Jessie says, her voice sounds different, you can't pinpoint why. Once you finish looking through the scrapbook, Jessie’s parents ask if you need anything before they head up to bed. You decline and thank them for the dinner and hospitality.

As Jessie’s parents head upstairs to their bedroom, you realize that you were going to have to wait until tomorrow for Jessie to tell them. She had broken the pinky promise you had made in the airport. Finding it odd that Jessie hadn’t come back in a few minutes, you stand up to look for her. You see her standing outside on the deck off of the kitchen.

You open the glass door, Jessie is standing, forearms resting against the fencing of the deck, head in her hands.

“Just so you know, if you're not planning to keep the pinky promise you made me, that's going to be a problem, and I’ll be happy to sleep in the guest room. I trust you when we do that.” She doesn't say anything back to you, you notice a slight shake to her shoulders as you watch her back. You walk up to her, standing close enough that your shoulder grazed against hers. She pulled her head up from her hands, she had tears trailing down her cheeks. The image of her bringing herself to tears trying to make you happy by telling her parents, immediately took away the built up anger you were harboring toward her.

“Oh Jess.” You let your thumb swipe the tears from her face.

“I’m trying.” She gets out words between gasps for air. “I am, I just, it's like I can't breathe when I go to say it. What if they hate me for it? What if I’m not their daughter anymore?” More tears ran down her face. Your heart felt like it shattered watching her cry, having those thoughts run through her brain.

You couldn't imagine how she had felt. Your parents knew you were going to date women since you were little and came home gushing over other girls, not thinking there was something different about that, they hadn't cared and you didn't need to go through any coming out process with them. Your privilege in that was becoming very clear to you at the moment. You couldn't imagine having to do this at 26.

“Jessie, look at me.” Her eyes meet yours. “I love you. I can’t stand here and tell you I know how you're feeling because honestly I don't, I never came out to my parents. I am here though, I want to help you with this. I want you to feel comfortable telling them.” You wish you could take away her fears, give them to yourself, let her have the easy experience.

“I’m really sorry I’ve been pretty shitty to you since I found out they didn’t know. That wasn't fair of me to do. I got nervous thinking you maybe didn’t want them to meet me as your partner, that maybe you were ashamed of me or something, I got in my own head and got upset. I shouldn’t have been pushing you to come out to anyone.”

“It's okay, it wasn't fair of me to not tell them. I really do want them to know how much I love you.” She shivers against your body. The sun's disappearance had made it much colder outside. You take the jacket you had on off, draping it over her shoulders.

“I’ll be inside if you want to talk or anything, I’m not mad anymore, I was, but it wasn’t right for me to be angry. I hope you know that.” You turn back to the house, leaving her to continue thinking, you knew she needed the space to sort herself out, you couldn’t stay there hovering, it wouldn't help her.

You open the door and look back at Jessie one more time. Her shoulders are not shaking anymore, you can see her breath in the cold air. You step inside and close the door behind you.

“You're not just teammates are you?” You are startled by the voice of Jessie’s sister, she's standing in the kitchen, glass of water in her hand.

“What?” you heard her but not sure what to respond, thats the only word that comes out of your mouth.

“You and Jess. You’re together, right?” She glances in the direction of where her older sister still stood outside.

“I mean, I’ve seen Jessie around plenty of her teammates, she doesn't look at any of them the way she looks at you. She’s also never brought one home for the holidays before. Not to mention, she never shuts up about you when I call her. She finds every opportunity to talk about you. She talks about you like you are the sun. I think you are the sun to her.”

“She’s the sun to me, she's everything.” Accidentally giving her sister the answer. “I probably should have waited and let her tell you.”

“She already came out to me, I just didn’t know about you. I think she's been indirectly trying to tell me for months, she just gets nervous, she gets in her own head about stuff like that and ends up working herself up and then panics.”

“I know.” A silence falls between the two of you, just the sound of the clock ticking in the background.

“Is she okay? I didn’t mean to be watching you two but I came down for water and I saw you out there wiping her tears.”

“She’s just having a hard time telling your parents about all of it. I was under the impression they knew and I had gotten upset with her for not telling them. She only told me this morning that they didn’t know I was her girlfriend.” You pull out a barstool along the kitchen island and sit down putting your hands in your head.

“Oh.”

“Yeah and I’ve been an ass to her about it, which was really a terrible thing for me to do to her.”

“They probably already know, the same way I already knew.” She took a sip from her glass and placed it back on the counter. “I know it probably doesn’t make it easier but It’s not like she had ever been boy crazy. Soccer was always the excuse but I think-”

She’s cut off as the sound of the door opening behind you has you both turning your head to where Jessie was coming through the door. She doesn’t even look at either of you, she speeds right past and you hear her go up the stairs.

You look back at her sister who just gives you a shrug. You’re about to stand up off the stool and follow her when you hear footsteps coming back down the stairs. Except this time it’s more than just the sound of Jessie’s feet. Her own steps are accompanied by the sound of other feet and the questions of Jessie’s parents.

“Jessie what are you doing? We were about to be in bed.” You hear her dad say as Jessie walks into the kitchen, both of her hands behind her, physically dragging her parents with her. They both look confused. Jessie marches them in your direction and stops right in front of you, letting go of her parent’s hands and moving next to you, leaving the four of you to be staring at each other. You see Jessie’s older brother pop his head around the corner, he must have heard the commotion and decided to come see what was happening.

“Mom. Dad.” She looks between them and then at you. “I didn't introduce you all properly before. Yes we play together, and yes she’s my favorite person, but she’s also my girlfriend.” She grabs your hand as she lets the word finally leave her lips. Her hand is clammy with a slight shake to it.

When no one says anything for a minute you start to get nervous. If this was about to go bad and you had pushed Jessie to tell them you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself. If you pushed her and all her fears came true, you couldn’t imagine how you’d begin to handle it. Jessie’s nose sniffles and you look up at her to see her eyes watering again.

Jessie’s dad moved forward to give her a hug. “Don’t cry kiddo, it’s okay.” His hand rubs her back.

“You’re not mad?” Jessie’s voice is so soft. Muffled into her dads shirt.

“Jessie don’t be silly! No, of course we’re not mad. A little surprised maybe, but mad? No.” Her mom joins in the conversation. “We’re always going to love you.” Jessie moves from her Dad’s arms into her Mom’s. Her hand is still tightly gripping yours. Jessie’s mom releases her hold on her daughter and turns her attention to you.

“It’s nice to properly meet you.” You stand up from the barstool and hug her. The hug is tighter than the one at the airport. When she pulls back from you she takes your hand that isn’t being held by Jessie and holds it between both of hers. “Anyone Jessie deems good enough for herself, is welcome in my house. We all know too well how picky she can be.”

“Mom.”

“I’m joking.” She looks at her daughter before turning back to you. “Seriously, welcome to our family.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate you having me.”

Jessie’s mom drops your hand from between hers and steps back making room for Jessie’s dad to move in front of you. For some reason meeting him for the second time feels way more intimidating. You extend your hand, feeling that now it was appropriate to provide a handshake.

“Oh please, Canadians are huggers.” He laughs at your extended hand and opens his arms. You give him a hug as well and you feel the nerves that had been building since Jessie let out the secret start to subside.

“Jess, the guest room is made up, but obviously if you want to share your bed instead that’s fine, you’ll just need to grab the bath towels and extra pillows we laid out from the guest bedroom. Now I’m going back to bed, if anyone else has any news they’d like to share either speak now or wait until the morning.” Her mom looks around between you and Jessie and then back at her two other children.

Her parents leave the kitchen and return to bed. Her siblings also retreat back to wherever they had been before. You stand up and turn to Jessie pulling her into a hug. You feel her relax into your arms, putting her weight into your body.

“I’m proud of you.” You whisper into her ear. You let her go from your grasp and hold her out from you by the shoulders to look at her face. “Ready for bed?” She gives you nod and then leads you out of the kitchen and to her bedroom.

You patiently wait in Jessie’s bed for her to finish up in the bathroom. She comes out, turning off the light and climbs under the sheets. “I love you.” She says, you're able to barely make out her face in the dark of the room. You feel her roll over, pushing her back and butt up against you. It was common that you were the big spoon, but especially after the day you both hand you wanted to hold her tonight. You move yourself further into her, wrapping your body around hers. Gently draping your arm across her waist and holding her, you both let out a sigh.

“I love you.” You respond back, placing a gentle kiss to her shoulder and soon after falling asleep to the sound of Jessie’s breathing.

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming imagine #jflem #jessie fleming x reader #canwnt #woso imagine #woso x reader

[sleepiexx]

Can’t Lose You

Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!Reader

Note: way late to the party of writing for Ghost but y’know I had my fun

Summary: A mission goes slightly off plan, Simon doesn’t take it too well.

Warnings: he yells at u lmao, mention of injury, mention of blood, mention of stitches

Word count: 1190

Mere seconds after the rest of the team cleared out of the room to take off gear and rest for the night, leaving Ghost alone in a room with (Y/N), he snapped. The stress of the recent mission got in his head. It brewed nothing but trouble for him, anger festering until it boiled over. Namely the part where (Y/N) went into the enemy compound by herself— as she’d been ordered to do— when, unbeknownst to the team, her comms were cut leaving them with no way of telling whether she was alive or dead for a large chunk of their assignment.

It all worked out in the end but that did nothing to quell Ghost’s simmering rage.

“You’re a bloody fucking idiot.” He growled, “It’s like you don’t care about your own god damn well being. You’re completely fucking reckless, do you even realize how easily you could have been killed!”

(Y/N) was surprised at Ghost’s hostile behavior, normally they were on good terms. If he was mad at anyone, it was never her. Not to mention that the situation had in no way been her fault.

She scoffed, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and anger, “I was fine! Barely got hurt, I don’t know why you’re getting your panties in a twist over nothing.”

He knew he shouldn’t be this mad, the rational part of his brain could reason that it wasn’t even her fault. But he wasn’t thinking logically, he was thinking emotionally, and to him yelling seemed the only way to express big emotions, “It may not be this time, it may not be the next, but if you keep on like this, some day you are going to meet the consequences of your actions and it is not going to be pretty.”

By then, (Y/N) was pissed, “Jesus Christ, it’s not that serious, Ghost! This is my fucking job! I don’t see you getting onto anyone else like this. What, do you think I can’t handle myself because I’m a woman or some shit?”

“No it’s not that it’s-“ because I love you, “it’s-“

She was sick of the arguing and frankly could not stand the fact that he wouldn’t refute her claim of sexism. She never pegged him as the type, but sooner or later, most military guys showed their true colors.

“Yeah, while you try and think up some shitty excuse, I’m going to go get cleaned up.” She stood from her seat quickly, black dotted her vision.

Ghost watched from behind, confused as she stood there swaying for a moment. Quicker than he could catch her, she slammed to the ground.

He was filled with alarm as he yelled out to her, “(Y/N)!” He was at her side in a split second, turning her onto her back.

“Fuck.” He muttered. She was out cold.

Ghost didn’t even think, it was second nature to help her. He pulled her off the ground, one arm behind her back, one under her knees. With her in his arms, he sprinted to the infirmary.

“Medic! I need a medic!” He screamed as he neared the infirmary.

All heads turned towards Ghost holding (Y/N) in his arms. Any medic who wasn’t previously occupied with an injured soldier ran towards them.

“What happened?” One of them asked, putting on latex gloves.

Ghost was shaken to his very core, even stuttering out a simple response was hard. “She just- she just fell, I don’t know.”

(Y/N) was taken from his arms and moved to a cot where they removed all of her gear. Her green shirt was heavily stained with blood, just below where her bulletproof vest ended.

“Fucking hell.” Ghost whispered. His hands made their way to his head to rake through his hair but he was stopped by his mask. Instead, he ran his hands up and down his head.

He felt horrible. He spent this whole time yelling at her instead of checking if she was okay and she wasn’t. He shouldn’t have been yelling at her in the first place, he only now realized that. He wasn’t mad, he wasn’t even disappointed, he was scared.

They lifted her shirt, revealing a huge gash that was overflowing with blood. The medic who was wearing gloves pressed gauze down harshly on the wound to stop the bleeding as another medic ran to get the suture kit.

14. She ended up getting 14 stitches in her abdomen. The wound narrowly missed her internal organs; had it been a hair's width closer, she’d be in a lot worse condition than she found herself in.

Ghost was mortified, she could have died. She could have died and the last conversation they would have had would have been him yelling at her for something he wasn’t even actually mad about.

He sat at her bedside, mask rested on the table beside him. He didn’t want the mask to be the first thing she saw when she woke up; he figured that it would scare her, and he’d antagonized her enough for one day.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. His thumb rubbed over the knuckles on her limp hand. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”

Simon tilted his head towards the ceiling, blinking away tears. “It’s just… I can’t lose you, (Y/N). I know- I know you are more capable than anyone else at your job. Hell, I’ve seen it, seen how good you are at what you do. But, (Y/N), I love you, and I dread the day that someone gets the upper hand on you and you get hurt and there’s nothing I can do to fix it.”

He stopped his monologue the moment he felt her hand squeeze his back. His eyes shot down to see hers blinking up at him.

“Good thing that won’t happen,” she rasped. She parted her hand from his only so that she could reach for his face. “Where’d your other face go?”

“My other face?” He snorted, holding her hand to his cheek.

“Your skull.”

“Oh.” He said, glancing towards the mask on the table. “Didn’t want to frighten you.”

“It’s gonna take a lot more than that to scare me, Lieutenant.”

Simon shook his head, half disappointed that she hadn’t seemed to have heard his confession, half relieved.

“Oh and Lt.?”

He perked up to her calling him, “Yeah?”

She sat up ever so slightly before pulling him towards her in one swift movement, pressing their lips together. He was shocked by her actions but caught on quickly, kissing back with double the amount of passion she kissed him with. Her hands found themselves interlocked behind his neck while his came to clasp around her waist.

As they parted— hands still glued to the spots on either body that they held onto with a death grip— a spit trail kept them connected.

“Gross.” (Y/N) laughed, triggering Simon to laugh as well.

She stopped laughing to stare into his eyes, the ones that gleamed with love for her. “In case you couldn’t tell,” she started, “I love you too.”

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon riley x you #Simon ghost Riley x you #call of duty fanfic

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Relax | bfd!harry

best friend's dad harry x reader

Summary: Fae asks you something that you aren't prepared to answer. You and Harry discuss what to do next.

Word Count: 4.9k

Warning: 18+ only, smut, lying, cheating, age gap, angst

Best Friend's Dad!Harry Masterlist

“It’s like pulling teeth to get any info from you about this mystery man. You can’t even tell me what his name is?” Fae was sitting across from you at the little café you both loved. You had a coffee and bagel and she was drinking her matcha. You hated the conversation. Hated that she was so observant. Hated lying to her.

“I just don’t think it’s worth mentioning. It’s… not serious.” That was especially hard to say. Because it was serious. You were in love and Harry was already making plans to talk to his wife. You were both so serious, in fact, you were willing to sabotage your relationship with Fae. Harry knew it wouldn’t go over well but he didn’t want to not be with you. And it was the same for you. Even if Fae was mad at you and never talked to you again, you couldn’t see yourself ending it with Harry just to keep your relationship with Fae.

At the beginning, of course, that was always the plan. That what you and Harry were doing was short term and Fae was more important to you than he was. You’d end your little thing with Harry and both go your separate ways to never speak of the bad thing you’d done together. No one would be the wiser.

Except it never stopped. You never ended it and Harry wanted more of you. But when he told you he’d fallen in love with you and admitted to not wanting to touch his wife again…

“Tell me his name. Come on. I need to know how to address this rich mystery man. You’ve been seeing him for a while too. And I know you’re more serious about him than you’re letting on.”

You sighed and looked your friend in the eye and made up a name, “Henry.” God, you were the worst liar. Couldn’t even come up with a name that wasn’t similar to Harry’s.

Fae squinted at you and sipped her matcha. She kept her eyes on you as she placed the mug down and nodded, “Henry. Interesting.” She sighed and closed her eyes and then looked back at you, “I need to ask you something and I need you to be honest with me. I… some information has come to light and… I hate to accuse you but you are being shady about all this kind of and…”

You swallowed thickly as you listened to Fae bumble about what she needed to ask you. You felt your heart pounding in your chest and braced yourself for the direct hit.

“He’s older? Right? Like… your dad’s age.”

You blinked and tried to steady your hands around your mug as you nodded.

“Okay. And he’s married?”

You let out a breath and pinched your brows together, “What? Why would you say that?”

“His name’s not actually Henry is it?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…

You thought you might pass out. You thought you might fall to the floor and crack your head open and that would be a good thing. To avoid this question. You knew what was coming next. This wasn’t good and you were cornered. You wouldn’t be able to lie to her anymore if she called you out for seeing her dad. Which you knew was just about to happen.

“Fae! Y/n! Hey, it’s crazy to see you two here!” Saved by the fucking bell. The bell being an old friend you and Fae used to hang out with. Beverly. She had moved away a few years ago.

She pulled up a seat and sat down with you as Fae gave you a look that told you the conversation wasn’t over. She was going to extract the information from you sooner or later. But you knew that would happen anyway. You and Harry were gearing up to tell everyone. You just hadn’t imagined it being this way.

Beverly started talking about herself, what she’d been up to. You were not all there and could barely pay any attention to her words as you kept glancing at Fae and trying to think of an excuse to get out of there so you could dodge Fae’s interrogation.

You made small talk quickly and then stood up, “I… uh… I have to go. I’ll call you Beverly! We can catch up soon. And I’ll talk to you later, okay?” You looked at Fae as you spoke the question.

You left your half-eaten bagel and rushed to your car. You tried to make it look as if you were calm and normal but you knew Fae had seen the tremble in your hands and it was very unlike you to get up and leave mid-conversation. Especially when she knew you had nowhere to be.

You called Harry and left a voicemail. He was at the office that day and you knew he’d be busy. He had a bunch of things for a work meeting with some investors that were visiting so you didn’t expect to hear from him right away. And you didn’t. In fact, it wasn’t until his day was over at work that he finally called you back.

You were in a bit of a panic when you answered his call. Because you’d been ignoring Fae’s calls and texts all afternoon. You felt awful. Felt like you were going to spiral and have a panic attack but Harry’s voice on the line gave you some solace.

He sounded calm. Which helped you feel more at ease, “Have you heard from Fae? Or your wife?”

“No. I mean…” he paused, “Fae called me and left a voicemail but I haven’t listened to it yet. Why?”

You sighed and told Harry about your morning with Fae and the kind of questions she asked you.

“And she’s been calling and texting ever since and I’ve been ignoring her because I think she knows, Harry. I don’t know how but she did say some information had come to light and I don’t know what that means but–“

“Baby. Breathe. Calm down. I’m coming over okay?”

“No! She might see your car here and what if she stops by? She knows something! She’s onto–“

“Y/n. I need you to calm down, baby. I am coming over. If she stops by then she stops by. We can handle this. It’s going to be okay.”

You paced and kept looking out your window to look for Harry. Or even Fae. You weren’t sure if she worked that night or not but you wouldn’t put it past her to show up unannounced.

Harry’s knock on your door startled you. You were in your kitchen trying to distract yourself when you heard the knocking. You looked out your peephole first just to make sure it was him and quickly let him inside.

He had a serious look on his face as he sat his briefcase down and pulled you to your couch to sit with him. You knew he found something out. And now you were reeling with nerves.

You sat on the cushion but Harry pulled at you, “On my lap,” murmuring his words as you were brought to his thighs and sat over them. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead, “Fae does seem to know something. I listened to her voicemail. Someone saw us together. A friend of her mom and mine.”

“Wait. So… She knows? Like for sure?”

Harry sighed, “Maybe not for sure. But the description of the man, which is obviously me, matches and they saw my car too.”

“And… your wife? So she…”

Harry nodded and thumbed over your jaw softly, “I think so. She’s the one who found out and told Fae. As far as I know. Haven’t spoken to either of them. I can’t think of who would have seen us.”

Suddenly you recalled the week prior when Harry dropped you off and picked you up from work, “My boss. Caressa Fiedler. Does that name sound familiar to you?”

“Yeah. Okay. That makes sense. She must have called my wife. Maybe… told her she saw me.”

You sighed and rubbed your hands up Harry’s arms, “She did see us. She asked if you were my boyfriend but she said you must not be the person she was thinking of because you’re married. So I thought she would just drop it.” You put your hands over your face and groaned, “I’m so stupid. Should have known she wasn’t going to just let it go. That she would figure it out.”

“Hey…” Harry peeled your hands off of your face and wrapped his hands around them, “You’re not stupid. We didn’t expect any of this. But it’s okay. We’ll be okay.”

Harry was soft and patient with you for the rest of the night. He made dinner and kept you close. Kept reassuring you that you two would be okay and it would be worth it all in the end.

And it was the first time that you’d slept in a bed with him that you didn’t have sex. Harry held you close and kissed you but the comfort of his arms around you was all you needed. And it seemed to be all he needed as well. You could tell he was trying to be strong but he was upset too. He was nervous. Your little bubble was about to burst and things were about to get very difficult. But there was no reversing it. Even if you and Harry did break up and stay away it was too late. The damage was done now.

Fae didn’t stop by that night. You kept imagining her banging at your door and telling you both to open up. You imagined her seeing Harry’s car out front and knowing what was going on immediately. Knowing 100% that you and her dad were doing something very wrong and very stupid.

You woke up early the following morning to Harry’s phone chiming with a message. Three in a row. He kissed you and yawned as he rolled over to pick up his phone and sat up. You watched his face as he read the texts and he frowned before looking at you.

“I don’t want you to worry, baby. Okay? They don’t know for sure yet so we can still control the narrative but we need to figure out when to do this. And I mean,” he swallowed and sat his phone down, “It’s gonna be soon. Because that was my wife. She wants to talk.”

You sat up and set your gaze on the painting you had framed above your dresser, “You think she wants to talk about this?”

Harry took your hand in his, “Yeah. She said she talked to Caressa in her text and mentioned that Caressa is your boss. So… she’s letting me know that she knows something. Or she’s assuming she knows something.”

“Already…” you whispered the word as you looked down at your lap in shock. It felt like you’d just begun your tryst with Mr. Styles. But it had been months. Almost six. And you loved all six of those months with him so much that you were about to hurt your best friend and disappoint so many important people in your life because it was going to be worth it. You hoped. It had to be.

Harry pulled you into his side, wrapping his arm around you and leaning back into your headboard, “I love you, Y/n. Whatever you want to do is what we’ll do. Okay? If you want to do it today, or tomorrow, or next week… doesn’t matter. You tell me when you’re ready.”

You turned your face to press into his arm and whined as you spoke, “I don’t want to hurt anyone. Let’s just go away,” you looked up at him, “Like… a little getaway first. Just us. So we can clear our heads and decide the best way to do this and… then we tell them.”

Harry nodded and soothingly smoothed his hand up and down your back, “Sure, baby. If that’s what you want. How about tomorrow afternoon? Can you take the weekend off?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I have Sunday off already. And tomorrow. So I could just call in on Saturday.”

“Then let’s do that. We’ll leave tomorrow. Go out of town. Just me and you.”

You had to work a full shift knowing Caressa had said something to Harry’s wife about you and her husband. But you were curious to know if Caressa learned that the man you were with was indeed who she thought it was. It was possible it was all just speculation. You were certain Caressa hadn’t gotten a good look at Harry. And she didn’t seem all that sure when she asked you about it.

You continued to ignore Fae’s texts and calls but you didn’t know what else to do. Things were getting very complicated. As if they hadn’t been before. But now your silence was probably a dead giveaway to Fae about what was going on.

You packed a bag and weren’t sure what you needed for your little getaway. Harry said he’d take care of the trip details because he didn’t want you stressing or worrying about anything.

He picked you up at your apartment after you got off your shift. The plan was that you would stay at his house. Your car would stay at your apartment and then the next day, Friday, you and Harry would be off on your little getaway and return Sunday evening.

“You’re all wound up, Y/n.” Harry rubbed your shoulders when you two got to his house. He sat you down in a kitchen chair and began to massage your neck gently, “What can I do for you to make you relax a little?”

You shook your head, “Nothing probably. I’m trying to keep myself sane. Just… happy to be going away with you.”

You learned that Harry was taking you to Quebec for the weekend. A nonstop flight would have you there in only a few hours and you two could walk through the pretty city hand in hand and no one would ever know you were with a married man. A man who was not married to you. No one would even care probably. You knew no one in Quebec. It sounded quite ideal actually. A stroll through Old Quebec, romantic dinner, a cozy little hotel room with a big bed, a few bars, and maybe some shopping. You could finally act like a regular couple before it all blew up in your face.

Harry leaned down and kissed the space on your neck below your ear, “I can think of at least one thing that might help you relax a bit. Could help distract you. Relieve some of this tension,” he squeezed your shoulders softly and then slid his hands to the front of your neck and tilted your head back so he could kiss your mouth.

And you found yourself in his big bed before you could even think about what was happening. He took his time with your body. Removing your clothes piece by piece and kissing your soft skin.

“Just lie here, baby. Let me take care of you.” He whispered against your breasts and nosed at your plush skin as he made his way down your body. You could feel his warm skin, his eyelashes, the scruff on his face, his moist lips, and his tongue. His hands.

You were under him completely bare of clothes, while he was still fully dressed. You tried relaxing and letting go. Tried to just let him take over your body and do all those magical things he knew how.

“Still tense, my love,” he looked up at you and ran his hands over your stomach, “Don’t worry. Gonna make sure you feel so relaxed when I’m all done. Okay?”

You nodded as you watched him lower his face between your thighs. He put his hands on your ass and lifted you up toward his face as he pasted his mouth to your cunt. The look in his eyes on yours as he ate you out felt so animalistic. He was determined to get you off. Your thighs were over his shoulders and your hips were lifted up by his hands holding you steady as he fucked you with his tongue and his lips.

“Ohh!” You moaned and closed your eyes when you felt his tongue swirling over your clit in a rigid pattern.

Soon you had forgotten all about what was making you so upset because Harry’s mouth and tongue parting your crease was all you could think of. All you could feel. His moans vibrating off your bones and through your insides had you panting and squirming.

When you had your first orgasm you clenched your thighs together around Harry’s head but it didn’t stop him from working you to your end. Until you were laughing and biting back loud cackles.

Harry lowered your bottom down to the mattress slowly and sat up to look over your pretty body with a moan, “Fucking gorgeous,” he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he settled back between your legs and pushed your thighs up to your chest. Slowly, and softly he pushed two of his fingers into your cunt knuckles deep. You gasped and watched him but he looked like he was on the job. His brows were stitched together as he watched his fingers disappear and over and over again inside your pussy.

He let out a breath and licked his lips. He looked horny. Looked like he was aching to be inside of you. “You can fuck me, Harry,” you breathed as you bucked your hips upward.

“Oh I will, honey. Just need to make you come again. Want you all over my bed and my hands first. Okay?” His breaths were heavy. You knew him well. He was probably making a bit of a mess of his underwear with precome dribbling out of his pretty tip.

You moaned and nodded. His fingers always felt so good inside of you. Always reached into your bits just right. And you knew you’d be all over his bed and his hands just like he wanted. You were wet. You could feel it dripping down your cheeks. He liked it when you left a little spot under your bottom. Loved getting you all worked up and sloppy.

He gave your clit a moment to recover as he slipped his fingers in and out and watched you. Watched your shiny arousal coat his fingers and knuckles and palm. The sound of it was dirty and gushy.

“Harry!” You shouted as you lifted your neck to look at him when he began to fuck his fingers into you faster. The deep ache had you feeling that tightness in your core that only came about when you squirted. And you weren’t much of a squirter. Except Harry could make you squirt. He didn’t always do it because it was messy and it wasn’t better than an orgasm (you preferred to just come without squirting usually) but you knew that’s what he was doing. What he was aiming for.

“Hold on baby…” he spoke his words with clenched teeth as he looked from your face to your pussy. He released your legs and continued poking into you with his fingers at a fast pace as he added his other hand and quickly rubbed over your clit.

You began to shake and moan loudly, “Harry! Oh god!”

“Fffuck…” Harry groaned as he watched little splashes begin to spurt out and then he pulled his fingers out of you, a gush over your thighs and onto his comforter, and bits of your creamy dribble on his hand. He continued rubbing over your clit as you shouted uncontrollably and released involuntarily.

You kind of hated squirting. Though it did always leave you feeling limp and pliable after. Kind of wore you out. The biggest reason you hated it was that you weren’t in control of your body. The way you trembled and how loud you were… of course the spraying liquid part was uncomfortable too. And it didn’t always result in you actually having an orgasm. It was just really intense and it didn’t hurt, but it felt strange. Felt like something forced out of your body without you doing it.

You gasped and heaved your chest as Harry wiped you up. Your clit was sensitive and you jumped when he dabbed at you, “Sorry, baby.” He laughed. He wasn’t sorry. You rolled your eyes at him and shook your head.

“Feel a little better?” He asked you as he tossed the towel to the floor. You nodded.

“Yeah. But I want your come. That will really seal the deal for me.”

Harry breathed a laugh through his nose as he stood from the bed and removed his clothes.

“Gonna give you whatever you want, baby. Want my come? It’s all yours anyway,” he smiled at you, those dimples digging into his cheeks. God you loved him.

Harry crawled over you, his dick swaying as he adjusted himself above you. And you were right. He’d been steadily leaking precome. His cock was damp. You grasped him in your hand and sat up, “Let me have a little,” you dipped down and swiped your tongue over his slit and then stuffed him into your mouth as deep as you could get on the first go.

Harry whined and reached his hand to the back of your head, “My angel girl. Fucking perfect, baby,” You drooled a bit, saliva dripping down his shaft as you bobbed over him and sucked him in, swallowing what you could down your throat. You loved the taste of him. Loved how warm he was in your mouth.

Suddenly Harry pushed you up so you were forced to release his cock, and his face was flushed as he breathed heavily, “I want that pussy. Okay? Need to be inside of you.”

You nodded and sat back, “How do you want me?”

His soft smile widened, “Was just gonna ask you the same. What do you need right now?”

You shrugged and put your hand on his thigh as you looked up at him, “You could do anything to me, Harry. I love how you fuck me no matter what position.”

He groaned and pulled you into his chest before he pressed his mouth against yours. You felt every ounce of his love as he slowly kissed you, his tongue smoothing into yours, his lips puckering around yours and his hands holding you close. Harry was on his haunches, legs folded under himself as you climbed over him and rocked yourself into his cock.

Harry put his hands on your ass and smushed you into his shaft as he continued kissing you slowly.

You both writhed together, your labia kissing his foreskin, wetting the underside of his cock as you lid yourself against him. But then he leaned into you, making your back hit the mattress. Your thighs were still over his as he thrusted gently through your folds until he had pushed at you so he could finally fit himself into your hole. Slowly pushing past your little wet muscle and spreading your insides apart as he drove into you.

The whine that fell from his mouth had you popping your eyes open to make sure he was okay. Harry’s mouth was dropped open in a small smile and his eyes were closed as he tilted his head back and began to fuck into you deeply. You grasped onto his thighs and put your feet flat on the mattress and worked yourself over him, circling your hips slowly as he buried himself into you with his hips rocking forward. You pushed against his thrusts as he fucked into you. You wanted it to feel so good for him. Wanted him to explode into you. Wanted him to come harder than he ever had.

Harry opened his eyes and finally looked at your face, “Fuck, baby. That feels so good.”

You nodded and continued circling your hips, “I know it. Feels perfect with you inside of me like this.”

He massaged his hands slowly up your thighs to your hips and tummy. He leaned over you as he continued rolling into you and grasped your tits in his palm. With his angle over you, his pelvis jammed into your clit with each rock of his hips and you moaned, gripping his thighs harder to keep your clit pressed into his body.

“Oh god… Y/n your pussy is just begging for my come. Needs to get filled and loaded. Yeah?”

“Yes! Harry, I need it… Need you to come inside of me. Want you to feel good,” you breathed your words as Harry released your tits and grabbed your hands from his thighs. He pressed your hands down into the mattress next to your head and didn’t let up from shoving himself into you with each thrust.

Harry moaned lowly as he kept his eyes on yours. He wanted to watch your face as he fucked you. Wanted to see you come on his cock. He enjoyed watching you come undone. Loved how affected you were by him. Harry’s tip reached deep as he kept his hips pasted against yours, stuffing himself inward until he couldn’t get any deeper. His back and his arms were flexing with every move into you. His solid body above yours slowly started to tremble with ecstasy.

“Oh! Harry! You’re really in there deep, oh god…” your body was receiving all of him. His cock slipping deeply inside, his eyes on yours, his hands grasping your hands, his pelvis nudged into your clit…

“I know baby, feels so good with my cock in there like this doesn’t it?” His words were tensed as was his body as he spoke. You could tell he was about to burst. But he was a gentleman so he’d always make sure you came first.

Harry had repositioned you so that you were flat on the mattress and he was in between your spread legs as he railed into you deeply and slowly. His grunts were getting louder as he neared his end, but he kept his eyes on yours and his hands held your own down, his fingers between yours.

“Yes! Oh fuck,” you felt the blissful beginning of what you knew would be a big orgasm. Something that would have your body wrecked when he was done with you. Which is exactly what he intended.

The slick gushing noises that came from between your bodies told you that you were drenched and soaking the blanket under you. You couldn’t tell at that moment but it would be all wet and need to be cleaned up before you could lie in it for bedtime. Which tended to be normal when Harry fucked you like he did.

“Fuck, honey…” Harry groaned softly and ground into you, his pelvis against your clit. He kept himself buried into you, his hips pressed into yours until you snapped and cried out.

“OH! Harry!” Your brain melted as you spasmed around his cock and gasped for breath. The intensity of your orgasm was everything you needed. You could feel him moving inside of you as you clamped over him tightly and he groaned out as he began to come.

His thick, hard cock pumped into you. He moaned deeply in rhythm with his thrusts and pressed his mouth over yours as he slowly calmed from his exquisite orgasm. He loved fucking you and coming in you. And every time you two had sex it only felt better.

“Oh honey, so fucking good,” he kissed you and released your hands, putting his finger up to your face and gently cupping your jaw as he rutted into you one last time for good measure.

You yelped a laugh at his movement and wrapped your legs around his low back kissing him back slowly as you put your arms around his back.

Everything felt so safe and perfect with him. You knew that things were about to get hard but you knew you could get through it if you had Harry by your side. He promised you things would be okay and you believed him. Believed that he was right. How could you not believe him? What choice did you have anyway? You two were going to have to go through with what was to come and it was definitely coming. The breaks could be applied and there was no stopping Fae and her mother from finding out the whole truth. And now that they suspected you and Harry were fucking? It was only a matter of days probably.

Harry laughed softly and spoke into your ear, “Don’t fall asleep just yet my love. Need to clean up and change the sheets.”

You groaned and opened your eyes, “Not my fault. That’s all you.”

Harry nuzzled his face into your neck and kissed your skin, “I just want you to feel good and sleep soundly tonight. Hate seeing you worried.”

You tightened your arms around him and hummed, “Same. I just want you happy, Harry.”

Harry pushed himself up and smiled down at you, “I am happy, honey. I’m so happy with you.”

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[cherienymphe]

Need To Know (Chris Evans x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON, slight jealous!Chris

➥ This would’ve been out sooner but I got sucked down the rabbit hole that is Ned ‘I love my wife’ Fulmer from Try Guys cheating on his wife with Alex from Food Babies, but here we are! Enjoy!

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summary: Chris heard from a friend of a friend that that pussy was a 10 out of 10

...or the one where you’re shy and Chris gets curious.

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You perked up at the sound of your name being called, eyebrows raised, and eyes widened in wonder as you turned around. Your hand was still on Dodger’s head, stroking it with a gentle touch that the canine really seemed to like. Your eyes met Scott’s as his head poked from above the couch where he lounged. Tessa was next to him, expression eager. In fact, you noticed that they all seemed to look at you fervently.

You were a part of the festivities, but not really. You were Scott’s friend first, had been his friend for years, so he and Chris were used to your need to just be off by yourself sometimes. When you’d met Tessa through Chris, and became the best of friends, she’d grown used to it too. They never commented on it, so naturally neither did anyone else, but you could tell that the other Chris, the one who played the mighty Thor himself, often wanted to rope you into their madness.

Said madness tonight included drinks and engrossing trips down memory lane from what you’d gathered. You had left the conversation in preference of Dodger’s company when Chris had gone on a drunken tangent about how much he loved making love to his wife. It was cute, but also a little too much information than you wanted to know.

“She’s not going to tell you,” Tessa threw at Scott, head leaning on her hand.

“Tell you what?” you wondered, standing.

You noticed a few smiles grow as Scott fully sat up.

“Craziest place you’ve ever had sex, go.”

You laughed to yourself, shaking your head.

“Tessa’s right, I’m not going to tell you,” you sheepishly replied with a shrug.

A chorus of disappointment rang out as you rounded towards the table, pouring yourself a drink.

"I told you,” you heard her sing. “Y/N doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“Who are we going to tell?” Chris wondered, exchanging a glance with his name twin before they both chuckled.

“Chris,” you started, taking a shot. “You tell your wife everything, and it’s cute, but…no.”

“At least we know there’s an answer,” he loudly whispered to Scott, and you rolled your eyes.

You caught the older Chris’ gaze, fixing him with a mock apologetic look and a shrug. While you knew that he and Scott were content to respect your privacy and reserved personality, you also knew that Chris didn’t necessarily like it. For years he’d known you, and the knowledge that he still couldn’t quite figure you out ate away at him.

He’d told you so.

“You’re just so quiet,” he’d told you one day. “It hit me that I’ve known you for years through Scott, and I feel like I don’t really know you.”

You had placated him with a story about the time you’d broken your arm. You could tell that wasn’t what he’d meant, but you had slipped away before he could say anything else. It wasn’t long after that that you noticed Chris liked to watch you…a lot.

It wasn’t in a rude way or even an overtly obvious way that anyone else would catch on to. In fact, the only reason you feel like you did was because you’re just an observing person by nature. You watched him watch you when he thought no one else was looking.

When you’d be talking to Scott, when you’d be over their mom’s house and would help her cook, or even when you’d harmlessly flirt with Anthony whenever he was around. You could feel Chris’ heated gaze on you, and you would ignore it, pretending like you hadn’t noticed, but in truth…

You kind of liked it.

It felt almost like a game, only Chris was the only one playing.

You were just naturally quiet, naturally reserved by nature. If you didn’t have anything to say then you wouldn’t say anything, and you didn’t feel the need to share everything about yourself. Sometimes something would come out, something new and unknown that Chris never would’ve guessed about you, and you could see it. The way his eyes would light up, a certain glint in their blue depths as he latched onto the information like his life depended on it. The time you and Scott had gone skinny dipping, your spontaneous trip with some man to Venice, when you owned a motorcycle for a year.

It wasn’t intentional, but you supposed that you were teasing him, and with every crumb thrown his way…the more he wanted to know.

“Y/N likes to play coy.”

Your eyes met Chris’ again as he said that, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say the small smile on his face was less fond and more…bitter. You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head before making your way to the kitchen. You could feel his gaze on you the whole way there, and from your place at the fridge in search of a nonalcoholic drink, you heard him throw a snarky comment to his brother.

“You sure she’s not a virgin? Because I get that from her…”

Your swallowed down your laugh, reaching for a bottle of Sprite, thinking to yourself that now he was just trying to be mean. You could see Scott swat at him when you returned, and as you sat down beside Tessa, you carefully avoided Chris’ gaze.

The conversations flew around you with your occasional input, and if anyone else noticed Chris uncharacteristic silence, they didn’t comment on it. You took another sip of your sprite, glancing up as you did, unsurprised to find his eyes on you again.

Why Chris was so curious to know everything about you, you’d never know, but considering how long this had been going on, you should’ve guessed he’d never just let it go. You didn’t know if he felt like he couldn’t trust you or if it was some weird ego thing or genuine interest, but his almost bratty attitude concerning your lack of desire to share every minute detail about yourself was amusing to watch at best. Annoying at worst.

You supposed that at some point, something had to give. You never would’ve guessed it’d be sooner rather than later. A get together at Chris’ place that obviously included his brother, you tagging along as Scott’s close friend, and none other than Sebastian and Anthony showing up in attendance too. However, the last person you expected to see walking in with those two was your ex.

You were glad that it ended on a good note, making it easy for you to jokingly push him out of the door. Or at least attempt to. He’d laughed at you, asking how you were, and that was when Anthony and Seb seemed to catch on.

“You two?” Anthony asked, pointing between you in shock. “You and him?”

“…and just what are you trying to say?” you wondered, one hand on your hip and the other holding your cup.

“He’s just so…ugly,” Anthony sighed, and you waved him off. “I thought you had better taste than that.”

He placed his hands on his chest, looking hurt. You pulled Anthony into the kitchen, leaving Seb with his friend, your ex, just as Chris passed you both. Anthony lightly tapped Chris’ chest, disbelief still coloring his features.

“Get this,” he started, gesturing between you and the man by the door. “Those two used to date.”

“Oh my God, it’s not that big of a deal,” you laughed, taking a sip.

The other man before you looked between you two before resting his gaze on you, eyebrows raised.

“Really…”

You didn’t like the look on Chris’ face. There wasn’t as much shock as there was curiosity, and if the man wanted to pump your ex for anything he could learn about you then he was welcome to it.

“Yes, really. The actual shocking thing here is that Sebastian never brought him around until now. Small world,” you hummed, pushing Anthony into the kitchen to get him a drink.

Truthfully, you didn’t understand why Scott even dragged you along. In a house full of guys, you weren’t shocked when the evening was reduced to them watching some game on the TV. You didn’t care to pretend to be interested, and while you certainly enjoyed your solitude, you definitely thought this was something you could’ve missed out on.

Then again, you never would’ve run into your ex and found out that he and Sebastian were friends. Although, from the looks of it, he was becoming fast friends with Chris. They stood by the couch, talking about what you assumed was the game. Chris either had good timing, or he sensed the weight of your gaze because his eyes met yours when he glanced up.

You had the strangest thought that his blue shirt made his equally blue eyes pop, the buttons of the Henley undone to show a teasing peek of his tattoo. It was hard not to notice how attractive he was, but you’d never given it too much thought. He nodded at something your ex said, seemingly listening, and you watched the way he ran his hand over his beard, finger trailing over his lip, and that was when you looked away.

When the game was over, Sebastian forced you to sit beside him, asking you the usual ‘how’s life’ questions. It had been a minute since you’d seen him, and you took the opportunity to ask how he even knew your ex. By the way he laughed, you guessed it was a funny story, and with him on the brain, you glanced around to find him and Chris gone.

Scott noticed your frown.

“I think Chris went to show him where the bathroom was,” he answered your silent question.

It was a few drinks later when Chris appeared once more, and you were trying to keep from choking as Anthony and Seb argued about something that happened on set. You felt Chris standing behind you, one hand on the back of the couch with his fingers coming dangerously close to touching your back.

You were a little too aware of his presence, his body heat seeming to surround you. If you took a deep breath, you were positive you’d be able to smell what he’d showered with or what cologne he'd put on. When his fingers did eventually graze your skin, you found that you couldn’t focus on much else, not even aware when your ex returned.

Chris seemed content to hover around you. In fact, he lingered near you the entire night. If he wasn’t standing behind you, then he was getting you another drink when yours was empty. When he got tired of that, he actually made himself comfortable beside you on the couch, leg brushing against yours and arm grazing yours.

You mostly remained quiet for the rest of the night, adding to the conversation here and there when Scott wanted your agreement on something. Alas, the night had to come to an end, and by then, Scott was so drunk he couldn’t walk straight. Let alone drive. You weren’t nearly as drunk as he was, but you didn’t feel comfortable driving anywhere, and truthfully, you didn’t have to.

It wouldn’t be the first time you had to stay in Chris’ guest room.

You waved Anthony and Seb goodbye, sending your ex off with a lingering hug. When you pulled away, his own eyes hooded from alcohol, he looked like he wanted to say something. However, he seemed to think better of it, wishing you a good night and telling you how nice it was to see you.

When you turned back around, the living room was empty. You guessed that Chris had helped his brother into bed, and you took it upon yourself to start cleaning up the mess left behind. You had gathered all of the trash into a bag when you heard Chris’ footsteps, rounding the corner just as you placed the bag in the kitchen.

“He’s going to regret every choice he ever made tonight when he wakes up in the morning,” you chuckled, glancing at the older brother.

Chris didn’t respond right away, leaning against the wall as he stood in the entryway. He seemed content to just watch you clean up, but after a while, he took 2 of the glasses you’d cleaned and poured 2 drinks. Not wanting to be rude, and a little curious about one of the few times he seemed to be acting like he was your friend, you took the one he offered.

“I’m not going to lie,” he started, taking a sip. “When Anthony said that was your ex, I didn’t quite believe him.”

You finished your drink, looking at him with a frown.

“Why not?” you wondered with an awkward chuckle.

The blue-eyed man offered you more, and you held out your glass.

“…he doesn’t seem like your type,” he murmured with a smile.

You rolled your eyes, fixing him with a look.

“You don’t know my type, Chris.”

He nodded at that, accepting the truth in it.

“I don’t know a lot of things about you…”

You held his gaze from over the rim of your glass.

“…and you just hate that,” you said with a shake of your head. “It’s really nothing personal despite what you clearly think. I’m just not very talkative.”

You watched him fill up your glass again, and you playfully narrowed your eyes at him. He tilted his head at you, a small smirk on your pink lips.

“Are you trying to get me drunk? Loosen my lips…?”

Despite the fact that you were onto him, you still took another sip. Chris sat the bottle down, moving closer to where you leaned against the counter. You gazed at him from beneath your lashes, and you didn’t miss the way he ran his eyes over you.

“Maybe I am…”

You raised your eyebrows at that, and he continued.

“Your ex said that you broke up with him…”

You nodded, letting out a hum of confirmation, curious as to where he was going with this. He was much closer to you now, one hand on the counter as he leaned in. There was a look of wonder on his face, the corner of his lip twitching slightly.

“…he also mentioned how much he wanted you back because you were, and I quote, ‘the best sex he’s ever had in his life’.”

You couldn’t hold in your laugh at that, thinking about your ex’s hesitation at the door. You finished your drink, fondly shaking your head.

“I’m sorry he shared that with you-.”

“I’m not,” Chris interrupted. “…but it is a little hard for me to imagine you being the best sex of anyone’s life. You’re so…”

He trailed off, hands flailing around slightly, and you knew what he was trying to say. Shaking your head and laughing at him, you sat your empty glass down.

“Don’t think about it so hard,” you told, standing up straight.

Your chest brushed against his as he moved closer, blue eyes dancing between yours as his other hand joined his right one on the counter, trapping you. Your lips parted, and his gaze was drawn to that as he looked down, eyes lingering on your mouth. He spoke again when his eyes met yours.

“What if I want to think about it?”

Things seemed to click for you, and you let out a light scoff. You looked away from him, admitting to yourself that the thought was tempting, but Scott was your friend, and truthfully, you weren’t going to have sex with Chris to satisfy some sick curiosity he had for you.

With a wistful sigh, you laid your hand on his chest, gently pushing him away.

“I think you’re almost as drunk as your brother,” you replied, brushing past him. “Goodnight, Chris.”

You didn’t spare him another glance.

By the time you’d gotten out of the shower, the alcohol had really settled in your system. The world threatened to tilt with every step you took, and it made looking for the last spare shirt you’d left here that much harder. The towel was tight around you, the cool air of the A/C causing a shudder to travel down your spine.

So focused on finding something to sleep in, you didn’t notice the other presence in the room until a hand rested on your neck. You gasped in shock, heart skipping a beat before settling when a familiar voice gently shushed you. He pulled you back into him, lips grazing over your damp shoulder, and you laid a hand on your chest.

“Chris-.”

“You’re always so quiet,” he murmured into your skin, pressing kisses towards your neck now. “It drives me crazy to wonder what you’re thinking.”

His beard scratched against your skin, making you shiver.

“…but now I want to know what you sound like in bed even more.”

He nipped at your skin, making your lips part before he turned you around. Chris swallowed any protest on your tongue when he covered your mouth with his own, moving it against yours with a hunger that frankly scared you. A hunger you didn’t even know existed.

“I need to know what you sound like…feel like…”

The desperation in his tone was evident, and you wouldn’t lie and say that it didn’t settle warmly in the pit of your stomach. Your hands were pressed to his chest, but when he gripped the hair at the nape of your neck and pulled your head back a bit, your fingers became light. He didn’t waste any time before kissing down your throat, getting dangerously close to your chest.

Your mind was spinning so much that it was hard to decipher if you really wanted this. It seemed insane to think that you didn’t, but you knew that Chris was here now, desperate to get you under him to satiate this strange fascination he had with you. This desire to figure you out in some way, any way. He really couldn’t stand how little he knew about you, the wall that he’d been trying to get through for years, and for some strange reason, you hadn’t actually expected him to just…snap one day.

You weren’t prepared for it.

That was how you found yourself spread out on his guest bed for him, the tip of him poking against you and slipping past your lips. The evidence of your arousal made his own lips glisten, the taste of you still on them, no doubt when his tongue darted out to swipe along them.

Your nails pressed into the hands he had placed on your thighs, spreading you open for him while he slowly pushed his cock into you. Your lips parted into an ‘O’, a silent moan leaving your throat as he slid in inch by inch. When his hips were flush with yours, he took one of your hands and pinned it beside your head. Your chest was heaving slightly, and Chris groaned when you clenched down onto him.

He didn’t take his eyes off of your face as he pulled out. Only the tip of him remained, and he pushed back into you with a pace that was borderline agonizing. You reached out to touch his chest, head thrown back when he set a steady pace, hips curving into yours with one purpose.

He wanted to hear you.

You could see it all over his face. How determined he was to make you scream and squirm beneath him. His lashes fluttered, and you didn’t know if he was drunk from the alcohol or the feel of you warm and tight around him, sucking him back in with every thrust. When he hit a spot in you that had your breath hitching, you weren’t able to hold in your whimpers.

His blue eyes gleamed at that, and you panted as he took one of your legs and bent it. Your knee was pointed towards your chest, and a choked gasp escaped you as he moved closer. He let go of your hand to place it on the headboard above your head, completely caging you in beneath him while he fucked you.

His cock slid in and out of you with ease, almost embarrassingly so, but you saw no point in pretending to be ashamed of how wet you were. You could feel the mess you were making of his sheets and hear the squelch of his cock dipping into you. You moaned his name, a hand sliding over his back while the other reached up to grip his arm.

Every noise you made seemed to egg him on, fascinate him, eyes wide and lips parted when you found yourself on top of him. Your fingers were threaded through his as you rode him. Your head was thrown back, soft moans leaving your lips while you slid yourself down onto him again and again. Your walls clung to him with every movement, desperately seeking a release, fingers tightening in his.

When Chris let your hands go, he sat up, clasping his hands behind your neck to bring you into a kiss. He nipped at your lips, one hand sliding down to hold your waist and guide your hips over him as he moved back to lean against the headboard.

“Not so quiet now, huh,” he groaned into the kiss.

You didn’t have the words to respond, only whimpering. You sighed his name, one hand dragging your nails down his arm.

“My shy baby just needs to be filled,” he whispered against your skin as he trailed his lips over your jaw. “…you just need to be fucked good, isn’t that right?”

You wrapped your arms around him, grinding down onto his cock. He flipped you both, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as his movements became almost animalistic. You held onto him, gasps and broken moans climbing out of your throat as his thrusts fueled that fire in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck, look at you…”

You could feel his gaze on your face, but you were too busy focusing on lifting your hips to meet his with every thrust. Chris brushed his thumb over your cheek, and your gaze fell down to where he disappeared into you. The sight pushed you closer to your climax, and you wrapped your legs around Chris, pulling him closer while running your fingers through his dark strands of hair.

“Come inside of me,” you moaned, tone pleading, and you could tell that it took him by surprise by the way his hips stuttered. “I want you to.”

You leaned your head up, kissing his chin and nipping at his throat. It pushed him over the edge, a low moan leaving him while he pushed his cock into you, emptying himself inside of you. The feel of him spilling into you and flooding your insides triggered your own climax, and you clenched around him, milking him and rolling your hips.

You could feel him spilling around you, and there was a warm tickle between your legs when he pulled out of you. You felt so sensitive, shuddering when Chris reached down to slide two fingers into you, curling them inside of you.

“If I was your ex, I’d want you back too…”

He leaned down to kiss the corner of your mouth, humming.

“…sucks for him that you’re mine now.”

~

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Oscar the Matchmaker: Chapter Three

Oscar Jack Piastri x Reader x Max Verstappen

Summary: Jos overhear a conversation and the trio finds themselves in a confrontation

Warnings: Jos being Jos, Oscar throwing hands, implied homophobia and slurs

Notes: I definitely wasn’t listening to eye of the tiger while writing this…

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It’s was only a matter of time until someone noticed. Max had been more then smiley as of late and it wasn’t just because he was dominating the sport. He’d fallen head over heal and looked like a love sick puppy.

His smile tends to grow a little extra when someone brings up either of his partners. He just blamed on the fact he thought they were doing well and had become friends with both.

Christian didn’t fall for it. He wasn’t team principal for nothing. He’s an observant man and had seen it in the way Max moved, his he talked, even in his driving.

Max found himself being pulled aside by Christian into a space where the people either didn’t bother them or didn’t care what they were talking about.

“Care to tell me what has you so happy lately?”

Max panics and stutters, then ends up just shrugging his shoulders. “The weather.” He mentally face palms at the terrible lie.

Christian laughs at him and grabs his shoulders. “It’s a miracle you can make it through interviews sometimes.” He releases him again before continuing. “Are you going to tell me the truth now.”

“First promise me you won’t be mad and that you won’t judge.”

“Would you like me to pinky swear it?”

Max rolls his eyes but continues one. “I’m in a relationship.”

“Well I already knew that part.” A skirt tugs on Christian’s lips. “Who is the lucky lass? Or is it a lad?” The playful eyebrow raise puts Max oddly at ease.

“Both actually.” His hands get clams and he wants nothing more to disappear at the confession. The fear of judgement giving him nervous energy.

“… Like two partners or gender-fluid?” The genuine curiosity in the older males voice made him relax. He wanted to know and was supportive it seems.

“Two Partners. Y/N and Oscar, actually.” He is hopeless. He can’t even say their names without smiling.

Christian is also smiling widely. “I’m so happy for you! Remember this is a safe space and if anyone says anything please let me know. If not afraid to tell someone off.”

Max feels the tension leave his body. His initial panic evaporating into think air. “Thank you, it means a lot really.”

“Are you three going to go public? If so then please tell me sooner rather then later so the team is prepared.”

“No plans for that right now, just figuring things out. But I’ll make sure to let you know.”

Despite their plans to not go public or let more people into their secret, someone was ,siting just around the corner.

~

Max texted them immediately after the conversation. They still had a few hours before the race so he wasn’t to worried about time.

Max: Christian knows

Y/N: … is he upset?

Max: No, he’s actually really supportive

Oscar: interesting turn of events

Max: you two aren’t mad with me?

Y/N: why would we be mad? Christian is basically your dad!

Oscar: we made a decision that we are disowning Jos

Max: I don’t think that’s how that works

Y/N: don’t care. He’s disowned.

Max chuckles at their comments. They are both younger then him but neither would hesitate to protect him from anything. Including his aggressive father.

He didn’t notice a problem at first. He thought it was normal until he got up to formula 1 and Daniel told him that it’s not. Christian and Seb followed after him. Soon Max was in a position where he had to come to terms with his childhood.

He’d yet to do that because despite it all, Jos is still his father and he loves him.

All that to say he wouldn’t be surprised if the female in their trio ended up punching him one day.

~

It had been an absolutely shitty race for her. She’s on the verge of tears when she’s getting ready to leave until Yuki comes sliding around the corner. “They have more stuff to talk about.” She can hear the annoyance in her his voice.

“What if we just run away.”

“I may be fast, but my legs are short. We’d never make it.”

She groans and sends a quick text to the boys telling them she is going to be late and they can leave without her. Instead of the response she was expecting, they said they’d wait for her by the paddock entrance.

She smiled reading the text, then locked her phone again.

~

Her legs feel heavy as she walks through the dark and almost deserted paddock. Her brain has already shut off and she wants nothing more then to curl up with her lovers and sleep until next year.

A pair of heavy footsteps fall in line behind her. She assumes it’s just leftover staff and continues her journey. That is, until she hears the thick Dutch accent of Jos Verstappen. The last person on the planet she wants to see.

“Can we talk for a moment?” He yells out to her.

“I’m late for something, sorry.” She doesn’t look at him. She fears if she does she might not be able to hold her tongue or hands and the last thing she wants to do it get in trouble.

It doesn’t take long for him to catch up. She blames her uncooperative appendages.

“We need to talk.” He grabs her bicep and she yelps in surprise.

“I really am la-“

“You and the Australian keep away from my son.”

She panics. Her breathing gets labored faster then she would’ve liked. Questions fill her mind of how he knows. She tries to yank her arms away but he tightens his grip.

“Never.” She spits. He used his free hand to wipe his face. She can feel him heating with anger as his movements become jagged. She readies herself for the possibility of a swing. At least if he hits her first then she can hit him back.

“Hey! Leave her alone!” The much more soothing Dutch accent yells from behind her.

“Is it true? You’re really lumping yourself in with this nonsense?” Max had almost forgotten why he doesn’t tell his father things. He’d had to relearn everything when he was finally able to spend time with people who wanted him to understand that the internalized homophobia that he’d grown up with was not okay in any sense.

“Yeah, I am.” Max keeps his distance. His father is prone to aggression and Max fears for the girl currently in his hold.

The fear and simultaneous relief flood through him as he pushes her straight to the ground. The look of pain and exhaustion in her eyes is hard to look at.

She doesn’t move. She can’t find the energy to do so.

“Your no son of mine. My son would never be a fa-“ He does not get the chance to finish his sentence. Oscar had connected his fist to the Dutch’s face and sent him stumbling backwards.

She could feel Oscar seething. She’d never seen him lose his temper. Ever. Since she’d known him. He could be cold and calculated but this was a whole new level.

She looked at Max who was now gently hugging Oscar from behind and trying to calm the anger behind the Australians eyes. He also looked at her for some sort of understanding. Neither of them had any clue what to do.

“Say it again. I fucking dare you.” Oscar held his gaze on the older man. It felt as if time had frozen around them. “You have no right to say such things.”

Oh. It clicked for her then. He’d done this before with one of her exes. A few of them actually.

It’s not like she’d never been with a female before. She’d been called that F slur before and it definitely didn’t feel right. Oscar had also punched them. There was no hesitation behind his swing either.

Jos just stares back at them and Max had no other ideas except to get Oscar away before he gets himself in trouble. She watches as he starts tugging him back towards the entrance. Stopping to give you a hand up. Then she held Oscars hand in hers the entire way back to the hotel. Despite his earlier anger, he held her hand so gently and occasionally placed kisses on her knuckles. Reciprocating the action to Max when they came to a stop sign or red light.

He’d still not settled down when they got to the hotel room. His frantic pacing and angry rant seemed to help, but only so much.

“Love, pretty sure there are other ways to help you get some of this energy out.” She purrs. Had she noticed max is turned on? Yes. Is she also turned on? Yes. Have both of them been whispering about the rage fueled Aussie being turned on? Again, yes.

He freezes and eyes both of them with a rather lustful gaze.

Sometimes the best cure to pent up energy is really good sex.

~

Max wakes up to the awful sound of his phone buzzing. The blissful feeling of his lovers tangled in the sheets with him now ruined by the terrible sound.

Still he looks at the caller ID and almost chokes when he sees Christian’s name on his phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey Max… I was wondering if you could shed some light on why your father called to tell me not to let, and I quote, ‘the deranged McLaren Australian’ anywhere near out garage?”

Max laughs. It’s probably not the right time and the other two are now awake and trying to tug him down into the bed, but he can’t help it. “Oscar punched him last night because he used the F word.”

“The F word? Doesn’t Oscar say fuck? I’ve heard him before I think.”

“I should clarify: the F slur.”

Silence falls from the other end of the line. For a moment Max things he lost connection until he hears Christian grumbling. “Tell Oscar he’s allowed in anytime he wants and your father will be receiving a strongly worded letter about how he’s not welcome back.”

Again, Max can only laugh at the situation and how it’s unfolded. He’s not complaining though. It’s nice knowing that he doesn’t always have to fight for himself.

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⌕ TAKE TWO ━━ 23 : leaving for good

PRECIS. while riki constantly assured you that him being an idol under a different label wouldn't be an issue in your relationship, you start getting second thoughts when fans start shipping him with his co-mc at music bank.

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“are you breaking up with me?” riki’s words are laced with confusion and disbelief. you both were getting better, you talked— sure, a few loose ends were left untouched. there were questions yet to be answered, but nothing quite led his assumptions to this conclusion, even in the worst scenarios. “answer me, yn,” 

“you asked if i could give you another chance and i did that. now, i don’t think i have any more chances to spare,” and what else were you supposed to say? that you feel guilty for hiding the truth, or that you can’t even bring yourself to give him the actual reason why you’re breaking up? the only reason why you wanted to have the first say in whatever you both were to discuss was because you didn’t trust yourself. “i think we’re better off without each other,” 

because you came here to tell him everything and perhaps, make him feel less guilty about himself and his actions, but now you don’t know where all the determination went the moment riki took the lead. 

“this doesn’t make sense,” you hear him murmur under his breath, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “is it because i didn’t explain things to you sooner?”

“it’s not about you,”

“we can make amends,” and it pains you to see hope in his eyes. 

“riki, this isn’t about you and no, we can’t ma—”

he takes a sharp breath. “well, then tell me what it’s abo—”

“i kissed jungwon,” a pause, a short session of silence follows. you don’t quite understand the depth of your words until you’ve already said it. “i don’t know how or why it happened. we were just talking, he confessed, and i kissed him. i can’t even sort out my own feelings and this is unfair to you.” and you’re just waiting for him to say something before you lose composure.“we should break up,” 

you did plan on telling him, really, in all honesty. that was the plan, the reason why you decided to meet him again, but once again, when have plans ever worked in your favour? he deserved to know the whole story, just not like this, not when you both are in the middle of a probable breakup with your relationship hanging by a string. this discussion wasn’t even planned because you thought riki wouldn’t question your decisions or the break up. in fact, you expected him to anticipate the same. you didn’t want to keep things from him, not after what happened, you just didn’t know how to put everything in words until it fell off your mouth like wind in jet streams. 

but you are here either way, sitting in front of him, fiddling with your fingers, mind blank, silence stinging like poisoned darts. you’re not expecting anything, not after what you’ve done, but you want him to say something— anything. you want him to yell at you, call you a cheating lying bitch, curse you out, anything but silence. yet still, riki keeps his mouth shut. his eyes widened for a brief second, you guess that he wants to speak, but words never leave his mouth, and when they do, you feel like the ground has shifted below your feet. 

“i had feelings for miya,” it takes you a second to realise that you both were finally playing the truth game, stripping each other off the facades. “it doesn’t make sense. she was annoying, she wanted to hang out all the time. she was demanding. but, i started liking those demands, y’know? it was fun, i liked having someone to hang out with while you weren’t there, made me feel less lonely, to put it straight. and then things escalated, i wanted to see her more. maybe that’s why i got mad whenever you’d bring her up. i was scared you’d find out, but now that i know the kind of person she is, i’ve lost a friend, and i’m close to losing you,” 

now, the silence is on your side. 

you’re not holding back any tears, your hands aren’t shaking, you’re not in disbelief or feeling utter betrayal. you’re not heartbroken to the point from where, there’s no recovery. if anything, you’ve come to terms with reality. despite the fear and insecurities, a part of you has always been aware of whatever was going on between him and miya. romantic or not, it didn’t matter. you simply knew she was one of his very first priorities, probably even before you. right now, it’s not his words that hurt you the most, but rather, they make you question the very basis of your relationship. how many times did he ignore you for her? was there a time when you weren’t his first priority? 

how many times did riki say i love you to you and it was meant for someone else? 

“would i have dated her if you had never found out? probably, and that makes the two of us equal,” and his words now give you the answers to your questions, sort of. 

probably more than you can count on your fingers. 

“no, it does not,” you argue back, voice a little louder, turning heads in your direction as you pause before speaking at a much lower amplitude. “i kissed jungwon,” 

but, he never cheated on you, did he? 

“it was a mistake,” riki says softly, lips pressed together between words. “you were scared, you were having a hard time, and people tend to accept every ounce of affection in hard times. you’re owing up to your mistakes, i did the same. i think we’ll be fine,” at this point, it’s not you who he’s trying to convince, but himself. his heart that is beating at an enormous rate, every pump of blood that feels like a knife twisting in his chest, every breath that threatens to collapse his lungs, he’s telling his mind that the pain will be over, that there’s still a chance. 

but riki doesn’t know where he stands, where you both stand. the damage was done, he is aware of all the tears and night it had cost. your decision is probably right, breaking up would be the best. sunghoon has been telling him to take some time off, he’s exhausted, he needs a break, but is it really easy to drop your first love and pretend nothing ever happened? to ignore everything you two had, to forget all the firsts and all the promises about being each other lasts, to discard the polaroids in his dorms that take him back to the moment they were taken, is it really as simple as it sounds, or is moving on a luxury only for people in movies and novels? 

“can you just get mad at me? i don’t know, curse me out, yell at me, say you never want to see me again,” you’re knee-deep in desperation. your veins are no longer carrying blood, it’s the guilt oozing out of your heart. “please, make this easy for me,” 

and even at this point, even when you’re the villain in your own story, when the pain he’s feeling is probably multiple folds severe than yours, when the scars you gave him in return are much deeper than the cuts he left you, you’re still begging him for mercy, to let you go because it makes things easier for you. 

“is it necessary?” his voice is tender, sadness pooling in his eyes. “we came clean. so, what’s the point of hurting ourselves, yn?” 

“and if we get back together, can i count on you?” it’s not a question for him. more or less, they’re the words you’ve been asking yourself over and over again, and when you can't find the answers, you direct them to him. “what are the chances that this will not happen again? how sure are you about your feelings for me? how are you sure that what you’re feeling is for me and not for someone else? what are the chances that you will not fall for someone else while claiming to be in love with me, and what are the chances that i won’t kiss jungwon again?” 

loving was never supposed to be easy. you were young, you kissed under the street lights, you held hands on your way back home, you drank from the same cup, that was love for you and riki when you started dating, where the thoughts about breakups and moving on didn’t even cross your minds. but you grow, the problems you face are no longer about not being able to text and bid a sweet goodnight, and most importantly, sometimes the solution isn’t to kiss and make up. 

if you’re being honest, loving was never for you. you had your own demons, he had his own issues. ‘tell me your problems and i’ll make them mine,’ only sounds good in fiction. in real life, when you’re sitting in front of the love of your life while talking about breaking up, nothing haunts you more than what has been caving inside your mind. at that moment, every single weakness surfaces and suddenly, you no longer think about how the other person is feeling. you kissed jungwon because you were in pain, you didn’t think about the effect it would have on riki or jungwon himself. riki turned to miya because you were absent, not knowing the depths of his actions and the harm it could potentially cause. 

so, at the end of the day, loving was never meant for the two of you, at least not now. the only thing written in your fates was leaving for good.   

“you’re right, we could get back and pretend none of this ever happened. but, riki, i can’t even look you in the eyes,” it’s true, to some extent, yes. you’re sitting here, you’re talking, you’re still in love, not sure with whom, it isn’t any different for him either. forgetting everything that happened would be easier, but you’re not sure how long you two will last. “ask yourself again, do you want this relationship because you still love me, or do you want it because you want to save yourself from heartbreak?” 

“we’re breaking up for good, aren’t we?” you notice the corner of his lips perk up, an ironic smile settling on his face, because who even breaks up for good? all those movies about leaving because you love the person and want them to be happy never made sense to riki. 

what’s so happy about breakups, anyway? 

“it’s the best for us,” you nod, after all, it’s the best for you two, right?  

and yet, it’s not in the best interest of you two. he wants to stay, you want to leave, the ‘good’ part of breakup, he doesn’t see it. riki never understood the hypothesis behind the good breakups and the breakups that happened while two people were still in love. you don’t throw away a cake even when you’re hungry, he thinks it’s the same logic. to leave the person you love the most for ‘better’, to spend days and nights and afternoons thinking about them and torturing yourself over and over, to drown in endless yearning and the lingering memories— he’d rather have it the other way. 

if you’re the sun, riki wants you to burn him, if you're the moon, he wants you to freeze him cold. love, for riki, is not something that puts him to bed but rather, it’s something that takes away his sleep every night. so, leaving for good doesn’t make sense to him, for he simply wants you back, in any way, any form. even if you return to him as a ghost, it’s fine, he wants you to haunt him forever. 

a theatrical confession, he doesn’t say it out loud. it would be stupid, but you seem to know what he’s thinking, the tears brimming your eyes tell him that. 

“this is probably going to sound stupid, but i want to ask you just one question,” you hold your breathe. “in future, if you find yourself in a position to fall in love again,”

“will you fall for me?”  

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“Love Language”

-C.S

Synopsis: Chris and reader get into an argument, and reader goes up to Nick’s room to calm down. Chris comes up to his room to apologize, and the reader doesn’t accept it.

Pairing: NOT established relationship, Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader (she/her)

warnings: cussing & arguments, but i think thats all!

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—FIRST PERSON POV—

“Oh my god, Chris. Just fuck off!” I grumble. Chris and I have been arguing for god knows how long about Pepsi. A fucking can of Pepsi.

I had gotten up to get myself a water earlier, and Chris asked for a can of Pepsi. I said ‘no’, and told him to get it himself. He got mad, and started quizzing me, as if I needed to get him a damn Pepsi.

“You were literally already up, y/n. I don’t know why you couldn’t just grab me a fucking Pepsi.” Chris shrugged.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Chris. Fuck you.” I shouted, storming off to Nick’s room.

I don’t live with the triplets, but I do stay here very often. Nick practically shared a room with me- not like he had much of a choice. I threw myself onto Nick’s bed, and sighed into ‘his’ pillow.

Chris and I often had pointless arguments like this one. It wasn’t nessarily because we hated eachother- at all. I actually had feelings for Chris. Maybe that’s why we constantly had arguments like this. Maybe it was because I’m trying to push him away.

I heard a soft knock at the door, and sighed. I knew it was Chris, because Matt and Nick had left earlier, to go god knows where.

“Come in,” I huffed, and the door slowly opened.

“Look, y/n. I’m sorry.” Chris shook his head. This was the first time Chris has apologized to me. Was I going to let him live that stupid ass argument down anyways? No.

“Too bad, so sad.” I shook my head, not even looking at the boy.

“What..?” Chris furrowed his eyebrows. Dumbass.

“It means I don’t accept your apology.” I rolled my eyes.

“Huh? Why?” Chris asked, confused.

“Because, you started this argument over such a stupid pointless topic.” I scoffed.

“Yeah, I know, but now I’m apologizing.”

“Okay? And i’m not accepting said apology.” I let my eyes meet his. He looked like a confused puppy.

“Well, if that’s the case, i’m not leaving until you do.” He shrugged, trying to win this ‘argument’. I sighed, shaking my head, as the boy made his way to the bed.

He laid down in the bed, on the opposite side of me, giving a foot or two of space in between us.

Not that I wanted it.

I wanted to be touching him. I wanted to let him hold me. I wanted to be wrapped around his warm body, but everything in my mind was telling me no.

I sighed in frustration, as i turned around, to face Nick’s wall and not Chris. If I looked at him any longer, I’d give in.

His body felt like a magnet to me, like I was constantly being pulled towards him.

I didn’t feel any movement, or hear anything, indicating that Chris was in fact going to stay here until I accepted his apology, but I will not do that. Not anytime soon, at least.

“You accept my apology yet?” Chris banters, and I grumble.

“No, Chris.” I groan, acting annoyed.

“Hm.” Chris hums, before I feel his arms wrap around me, pulling me into him.

“Chris! What the fuck!” I gasped, caught offguard by the sudden action.

“This should make you get annoyed quicker, so the sooner you accept my apology, the sooner you can go back to your nap, and the sooner I’ll go back downstairs and leave you alone.” Chris explains, but I keep quiet.

He’s wrong. I now really don’t want him to leave.

“What if now I don’t want you to leave?” I ask. His front side is pressed against my back, and his head is buried in my hair.

I can’t say i’m extremely surprised by this, since Nick and Matt tell me how often Chris claims he needs to cuddle someone. Quite frankly, though, I am quite confused as to why he is cuddling me. Maybe he just hasn’t cuddled anyone in a while.

I slightly loosen up, my body becoming less tense in his arms.

“ ‘m tired.” Chris yawns.

“Go to sleep,” I suggest quietly, still confused at this level of intimacy with him.

“No.. you didn’t accept my apology.. I have to stay here until you do..” Chris whines, and I let out a small sigh.

“Sleep here, then.” I let myself smile, knowing he couldn’t see, and I take his hand in mine.

“Mkay..” Chris speaks, his voice soft and quiet, as he gently squeezed my hand. His breaths on my neck evened out, letting me know he was asleep. I brought his hand up to my lips, placing a small kiss to it, as I held it near my chest, as if I let it go, the world would end.

I felt his tiredness get to me, as my eyelids got increasingly heavier. I let out a small yawn, before letting my eyes close, falling asleep next to him.

I woke up, presumably hours later, feeling a weight across my whole body. I opened my eyes, and saw Chris’ body, completely on top of mine. His arms wrapped around my torso, his legs tangled with mine, his head buried in the crook of my neck.

I smiled at him, even if he couldn’t see it, and I placed a small kiss on his head.

“I’m awake. I felt that.” Chris spoke, his voice deep and raspy, his hot breath hitting my neck.

I felt my heart drop into my stomach.

“I also felt you kiss my hand last night.” He chuckled slightly. “You like me. Don’t you?” Chris asked teasingly, lifting his head out of my neck, letting his eyes meet with my widened ones.

“Chris- I…” I stuttered. I looked at the boy, fear in my eyes. I was trying to think of something to say, but his lips met mine.

“It’s okay. I like you too. Can you accept my apology yet? Or must we stay here for another night?” Chris giggled. My face flushed bright red. Chris just kissed me.

“Hmmm..” I hummed. “I guess I can find it in myself to accept your apology.” I shrugged, letting my lips meet his again.

“Aw, man. I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t have, so I could stay here longer with you.” He fake pouted, before I replied.

“We can still stay here.”

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Cemented: Ajax Petropolus x fem!reader

request: Ajax x reader in which he’s afraid of hurting/stoning them and believes they deserve someone better. So he starts distancing himself and he keeps going until reader finds him crying and hugs him and reassures him that they love him.

A/N: reader is twin sister of Xavier with lie detector abilities. I cut the crying part, but everyting else is just as requested :)

“How does it feel to be in a relationship with a creature that can hurt you?”

“What?”

Wednesday Addams, in her dark attire and with equally dark and gloomy expression stood before me with eyes fixed on my face. Since she was a bit smaller than me, I had to look down and it brought some ironic humor to the situation. Intimidated by such a tiny figure. In my defense, however, it seemed like she had such an effect on the entire school, cut Enid, but there’s always an exception to a rule.

“What are you talking about Wednesday?”

“Do you know that gorgons can turn people into stone?” she did not even flex a muscle on her face and the longer you look the creepier it became.

“Well, that’s the point of calling them the stoners” I mocked “and apparently unlike you, I took some mythology lessons. So yes, I’m fairly aware of the gorgons capabilities.”

“And yet, you got involved with one of them.”

“Careful, Addams. If you keep this topic up I may think you are concerned about my well-being.”

“Not really. I’m rather curious of your masochistic tendencies. That is something that makes you a bearable company in this school.”

“Bearable?” I let out a sarcastic laugh “I’m flattered.”

“It was not my intention to toady you.”

“I’m well aware. But now, you have to live with the fact that it came up this way. And as for your question, I’m fairly aware Ajax would never stone me. And even if so ….”

“So, you see that possibility either way.” She was quick to point out. Damn it! I forgot to be careful with words around her.

“There’s always a risk of getting hurt, in every relationship. In this one, at least I know where it might be coming from.....”

“Hello my wonderful friends!” Enid busted through the door  with the force of nature, rushed past me and threw herself on the bed with a dramatic thud. Honestly, Enid always had the perfect timing, this time saving me from the necessity of explaining the relationship rules to Wednesday, not that  Addams would understand any of them. “What are you two babbling about?” Ok, I take that back. She did not save me at all.

“Suicidal tendencies.” Wednesday explained and Enid’s surprised expression was just absolutely priceless. Honestly, at this point she should have get used to Addams’s sense of humor.

“What?”

“Just ignore her, Enid. She’s in the mood today.”

“Whose suicidal tendencies?”

“Enid….”

“Oh, come on. Tell me. I need to know!”

“Y/n’s. She’s involved with gorgon like she did not know better. She’s wasting her potential for boys.”

“Oh, now you are flattering me, Addams.”

“Oh, oh, you mean Ajax?” Enid finally caught up on the conversation “speaking of the devil, he seemed a bit sad and overwhelmed when I saw him in the quad. Maybe you should talk to him Y/N. It might be because he stoned himself by accident and …..”

“WHAT?!” I yelled and Enid involuntarily crouched “sorry” I grunted and started again “what happened to him? And how do you even know that? Why didn’t he tell me….” My voice broke at the last sentence as I got overwhelmed with all the pain and feeling of betrayal. Why would he tell Enid and not me?

“He didn’t really tell me. I found out by myself.”

“Of course you did….”

“He was walking out of the school hospital so obviously I had to ask if he was alright. He didn’t want to admit what happened, but …..”

“I know, you have your ways. It’s fine Enid. I;m not mad at you. I’m not even that mad at him. Rather disappointed.”

“Go talk to him, than. It will clear the air.”

“Yeah, yeah, I will.”

“Go now!”

“Ok, fine. Better sooner than later, right?” I smiled sadly and went on to find my boyfriend having this feeling like this would be a hard conversation for both of us.

“Like I said, wasted potential” Wednesday muttered as I was leaving.

***

I knew gorgons had the capability of stoning every living being, but what was beyond my comprehension was that they were good at hiding as well. It was impossible to find him and that given the fact I had the access to the Nightshade’s hideouts. He just vanished into thin air. Thankfully, if anyone would know where he might be, it would be Xavier and he was more than present, scribbling on the school wall.

“Xavier!” I creeped behind him silently and almost gave him a heart attack.

“Y/N! How many times do I have to tell you, don’t do this!”

“Sorry my dear brother, but it’s an emergency. Have you seen Ajax?”

“I did.” He eyed me and went completely silent.

“Oh, come on, Xavier, don’t play around with me!”

“You asked me…..”

“I know what I asked you!”

“Well then, all things considered, you know I told you the truth.”

“You know what? Fine. “I rubbed my forehead in frustration with his attitude  “Do you know where Ajax is? Like at this moment?”

“Y/N….. “

“Please, Xavi. You don’t want to see me sad, do you?” I pouted

“No. Sure not. But if you just turn around, you might notice him eyeing you like crazy. You know it still feels weird, right? My little sister and my best friend?”

“We are twins Xavier!”

“I’m still ten minutes older.” he shrugged but I just left him be, while chasing after Ajax.

“Ajax!” given the volume of my voice there was not a chance he did not hear me, but decided to ignore me, rushing out the quad.  “Really?” I muttered to myself in disbelief of his foolish believe he could escape me. Of course he could not. Once I caught a glimpse of him I could sense him anywhere. In such circumstances my skills were useful, even if my father thought I was a disgrace to family, not fitting with the vision part of our family.   

“Y/N” yes, there were useful, provided no one was distracting me from my purpose. Like Yoko was doing now “I need your help.”

“Like now?”

“Yes, like now.”

“Ok, fine.” I scoffed. Maybe giving Ajax a bit of space would do us both good.

***

“What is going on with you?” I finally got to confront with him after fencing classes “why are you running away from me?”

“I……”

“Jax, come on. It’s me. You can tell me.” I grabbed his hand, forcing him to look at me. “ Is this about your…. Accident?”

“Accident?” he frowned trying to comprehend what I was referring to. Once the realization dawned on him, his eyes went wide “Who told you about that?” he drew me out of the curious eyes and ears of other students to the secluded corridor. “Was that Enid?!”

“It’s not her fault. And besides, you should have told me!”

“It’s embarrassing.” he looked down ashamed.

“No. No it’s not. It’s who you are and I love you like this.” I moved a bit closer to him.

“Well then maybe you should not.”

“What does that mean?” this really took me by surprise. “You don’t mean it.” I pulled away.

“I don’t know what I mean at this point!” He lashed out, acting so not like himself. What was going on with my sensitive, soft and shy boyfriend?

“Jax? Are you breaking up with me?”

“Well, maybe I am! I don’t know! I just want to be alone now!” with such words he left me completely transfixed, unable to continue this conversation and chase after him. And it did not take his snakes to do so.

***

It’s been three days since our banter.

Three awfully long days that seemed like forever.

Three days during which he wasn’t talking to me, avoiding me for dear life and twirling around every time he saw me approach him in the quad, Or rather attempt to approach him since I quickly gave up on that, not wanting to embarrass myself in front of the whole school.

We usually sit together at Thornhill’s class but due to his erratic behavior I was now forced to sit alone since he did not even bother to show up. There was something wrong going on with him, but given all the circumstances, even if my heart was screaming at me to go clear this shit up and give him comfort and consolation, I doubted I was the right person to do so. Looking at that empty seat next to me, his seat left me feeling heartbroken and with guilt creeping inside my mind. And once again, distracted.

“Y/N?” of course Thornhill took exactly that moment to ask me a  question I did not hear and did not know the answer to.

“I’m sorry, Miss Thornhill, I’m not feeling very well today.” I sighed deeply, not even caring enough to pretend I was interested in what she asked me about.

“I can see that. Maybe you are going down with something .”

“Yeah, maybe” I shrugged. It was nice enough of her to act like she did not know what really was going on. She was smart, she was aware of the real reason of my mood.

“As an exception, I’m going to let you go. Just today. Go rest. You are in need of that.”

I just nodded, as a sign of silent thanks, grabbed my things and left the classroom, followed by all my classmate’s eyes. I couldn’t care less since that one person, whose attention I desperately wanted decided to isolate from me.

***

I was done with waiting. I was done with doing nothing. I told myself Ajax would come around and I was the one humiliating myself to reach toward him, but I was also the one who was slowly cracking down. And well, he was too. I felt this.

Weekend was coming and some of our friends were planning to take some time off and go to Weathervane.

“Are you going with us Y/n?” Enid asked in the middle of the lunch and I was hesitant to answer right away. Ajax, who was sitting a few places away and heard everything raised his head and looked straight at me. “Everyone’s gonna be there.”

“I think I might join you then.” I smiled lightly toward my wolf friend and she smiled back.

“Well, I’m going to stay at school” Ajax muttered and it was like a sting straight to the heart. He did this intentionally. He was still distancing himself. I felt like crying, but held it back.

“Oh…” Enid face dropped, but not for long “How about you Xavier?”

“I’m staying as well. And to say the truth I might need my sister’s help with what I’m planning.”

Ok. That was not suspicious at all. If he wanted some attention on him he definitely got it, leaving everyone, me included, wondering what he was planning. No one asked, however, blaming his behavior on the whole artist style.

***  

 “So, what did you wanted with me? And why do I have a feeling it’s not really about me helping you?” as everyone left I was finally able to confront my twin.

“It’s not. It’s about Ajax. You need to talk to him. Really.”

“Xavier….”

“Come on, Y/N. I can’t really watch you two like this.”

“Like what?”

“Pushing each other away. I know it hurts you both.”

“And you got that from your poor attempt at chasing Wednesday?! You are only smart because she’s the one pushing you away!”

“Y/N….”

“Sorry. That was a low blow . I did not mean to say it.”

“You did. But since you are my sister I can forgive you for that.”

“Such a relief” I rolled my eyes playfully “but fine, I’ll talk to him.”

“See. It’s always good to listen to your older and smarter brother.” He smirked

“We are twins!”

*** I found Ajax in his dorm, sitting on the bed, back to door. He did not even hear me coming and if it wasn’t to the squeak of the door I would reach him unnoticed

 “What are you doing here?” he jumped and faced me. His sad expression killed me on the spot. I have  never seen him being so down. “You know it’s against the rules.”

“Since when do you care about the rules?” I slowly took a step towards him, testing his reaction. He did not move away and it encouraged me to move forward more, up to point when I was just a feet away from him. “Why are you avoiding me?” I whispered looking at the ground.

“I….I was scared.”

“Of what? I know it’s hard to open up to people, but you know me, I won’t ever hurt  you.”

“That is the whole point.” He blurted “you wouldn’t hurt me, but I can’t guarantee the same to you.”

“What are you talking about?” I searched his eyes for an answer and the longer I was staring at his face the more obvious it all was getting. “You mean….”

“Yes. It’s not safe for you to be with me. What if I stone you? What if I hurt you? What if I lose you? What if….?

I cut him off by connecting our lips and he finally stopped spinning. I felt his arms close in on my waist and pull me closer, his lips chasing mine in an instant. It was just an instinct for him to reciprocate my action.

“I missed you.” I whispered pulling away after a while

“I missed you too” he rested his forehead on mine, closing eyes, breathing me “and that’s why I fear I might lose you for good.”

“Ajax. Listen to me, you fool. I feel utterly safe with you, all right?”

“But I stoned myself! What if….”

“Stop with the what ifs!”

“But….”

“No buts! It’s my choice, all right! I love you. I want to be with you. I don’t care about being stoned if that’s the risk. It’s temporary after all. So the question is, do you want to be with me? Because if not, I will retrieve and won’t bother you again….

This time he didn’t let me finish as he leaned in and pressed our lips together. This kiss was slow and gentle, almost like I was a glass figure in his arms, that he was scared of breaking. Well, I wasn’t afraid as I locked my hands on his neck pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, careful not to touch his beanie and not set his snakes free by accident. I really did miss him and judging by his actions he was too. It was a good feeling knowing someone wants you, ready to give and receive love and affection.

“I’m glad we have that one settled”  I grinned pulling away.

“Oh, I’m not done with you” he smirked tackling me to the bed and holding tight “you’re staying with me.”

“I can live with that” I whispered putting my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat and just simply enjoying this little moment of peace. Just the two of us.

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[seangelfish]

A/N: I was looking through the drafts of my old blog and found this perfectly written out fic, but it was never posted. So, here it is now! I want to write more Kanata fics since he's my first lover, so please keep a look out...! Anyway, enjoy!! ♡(>ᴗ•)

Dorm life

Kanata Shinkai x Reader ♡ Tags: Fluff, established relationship (with Kanata), romance, platonic relationships with Hiyori and Rinne, she/her pronouns ♡ Word count: 1,746 ♡ Synopsis: Kanata has invited you over for the first time! He’s really excited to have you around and so are his roommates. This is inspired by one of Hiyori’s idol stories: ‘How’s The Weather With All Three Together?’

“I’m home!” Hiyori called out, but no response was given.

He was confused as he was always greeted by someone when he came back from work.

“Is no one at home?” he questioned, reminding himself of his roommates’ announcements this morning. “No… there should be someone… Shall I try that again?”

Kanata looked up and finally said, “I can hear you, Mr. Sunshine~”

“Kanata?!” exclaimed Hiyori, startled. “Were you intentionally ignoring me?”

Kanata giggled, “Yes, I thought it would be ‘funny!’”

“I’d appreciate an immediate reply, you know!”

“Okay then, welcome back~”

Hiyori sighed, tossing his bag to the side. He wasn’t mad at Kanata or anything, in fact, his face was drawn with a smile. Kanata was so childlike and innocent, you just couldn’t help but smile along with him.

“Is that why (Y/N) likes you?” Hiyori muttered to himself, and thankfully, Kanata didn’t catch that.

Hiyori thought of you as one of your close friends, especially since you were so close with Eden due to your childhood friendship with Ibara. Hiyori always wanted the best for you. That’s why he was so curious about your relationship with Kanata the first time you mentioned him. Now that he’s roommates with him, Hiyori could finally see why you must like him so much.

Out of the blue, Rinne burst in with all laughs.

“I’m home!” he announced, smiling ear to ear.

Kanata smiled, “Welcome home~”

“Yes, welcome back,” beamed Hiyori. “Rinne-senpai, you seem really happy.”

“Yep, I did quite well today,” Rinne replied, and they both knew that he meant pachinko and not his idol activities. “I exchanged my winnings for a bunch of snacks. You guys can have some if you like.”

“Oh, then I’ll have a little bit of chocolate then,” said Hiyori.

“Hmm, no,” started Kanata. “But I’ll take the ‘dried sardine’ snacks since I’m full right now. Hehe, it’s free ‘calcium’.”

Suddenly, something caught his eye, and Kanata continued, “Ah, these are (Y/N)’s favourites! I’ll take these too then… She’ll be so happy~ Thank you, Mr. ‘Monarch.’”

Hiyori smiled at this and thought it was cute.

“Wow, so these are the snacks (Y/N) likes?” Rinne asked curiously. “Well, at least she has better taste than you, Kanacchi.”

Kanata pouted at this but decided to let it go anyway.

“Oh, yes…” Kanata began, looking at his two roommates. “I invited (Y/N) over. She’s supposed to be here by four.”

Kanata’s two roommates shot up from their positions in panic.

“What?!” cried Hiyori, eyeing the time which read half past three. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner? Rinne-senpai, go take a shower! Those types of places have that unruly smell that I do not like and (Y/N) probably doesn’t like it either! Kanata, clean up your mess too!”

“I’m on my way, Hiyori-chan!” said Rinne quickly, hurrying into the bathroom.

“Ah!” Kanata began.

“Kanata, what’s the matter?” Hiyori asked as he began to put away all their loose things, but Kanata didn’t need to answer as Rinne, who was in the shower, screamed:

“IT’S COLD AS BALLS!”

Kanata sighed, “I forgot that I was ‘bathing’ before the two of you came back…”

“So, you left the water temperature turned down again… Don’t I always tell you to turn it back up after you have a bath?” said Hiyori. “Also, could you sweep the floor?”

Kanata had picked up the dustpan and began sweeping the floor with a broom. “Again? That’s rude. It’s only the first time this week,” he replied.

“I just know (Y/N) tells you the same thing when you’re using her bathroom,” Hiyori retorted.

Kanata couldn’t help but chuckle at his friend’s statement because it was true. You would say that to him.

Rinne came back sneezing, clearly cold from his freezing shower.

“Man, I just went through hell,” he said with another sneeze.

“You certainly got back fast,” Hiyori acknowledged, “Can you please dust the place?”

“Aye, aye!”

Kanata was confused about why Hiyori was ordering them around. It’s not like Keito was doing a room inspection.

“Kanata, it’s because (Y/N)’s coming over,” Hiyori replied with Rinne agreeing. “You wouldn’t want her to see how messy our dorm is, do you?”

It wasn't that messy, but Kanata agreed anyway. “I guess you’re right. (Y/N) would appreciate that.”

So, the three of them continued to clean the place up until it was sparkling. The floors were spotless, beds were made and pillows fluffed, they even dusted the whole place so you could see your reflection in everything they owned.

Hiyori beamed proudly, “Phew! Well, that’s that!”

“Well done, everyone,” applauded Rinne before his eyes caught the weird object on his bed. “Woah, what the hell is this? Did some cryptic just take over my bed?”

Kanata laughed and corrected him, “It’s a ‘giant isopod’ from the AOUMI aquarium! You can use it as a pillow if you like. Hiyori didn’t like it, so I hope you can keep it.”

“Sure, I’ll take it,” said Rinne. “As a thanks, you can take as many of those snacks. But Kanacchi, shouldn’t you give these plushies to your girlfriend?”

“It’s okay~ I give her all of AOUMI’s new ‘releases’ before they’re even being sold!” Kanata answered happily. “She’ll always be the first person I will ever give ‘merch’ to!”

Hiyori was silent for a moment as he took Kanata’s words in. It just reminded him of the time you would talk about your boyfriend and how happy he made you feel. Hiyori couldn’t help but pinch his roommate’s cheek.

“Huh…? Mr. Sunshine, what was ‘that’ for?” Kanata asked, perplexed.

“Nothing,” Hiyori replied with a soft chuckle.

A knock was heard and Rinne, who was the closest one to the door, opened it. You appeared to them with a smile on your face.

Kanata’s whole demeanour brightened up even more as he ran over to you for a big hug. “(Y/N)!” he cheered, picking you up and twirling you around.

You couldn’t help but smile along with him. Your arms went around his neck as you laughed too. Hiyori and Rinne watched the two of you with a smile on each of their faces.

"Wow, your guys' dorm is pretty clean," you commented, observing the place.

You sat down on Kanata's bed, eyeing how cute his little space in the corner was. He had decorated the space with things that he liked, things that related to the ocean. You watched the small fish swim around the beautifully decorated tank that he had set up beside his bed, but you just couldn't help but eye the photos he had up above his bed frame.

"Yeah, we cleaned up the place before you got here," admitted Rinne. "Now you could praise us and tell us we did a good job!"

"You weren't supposed to tell her that, Rinne-senpai!" Hiyori hissed but backtracked anyway. "So... are you going to say anything?"

Their words went into your ear and out of the next. You were too focused on the photos Kanata had framed. The biggest photo on the wall was just of the sea, but the smaller frames held his most cherished memories.

Kanata couldn't keep his eyes off you, so he instantly noticed what you were staring at. He was on the floor, his head laid on your lap as you stroked his hair lovingly.

"Do you like it?" he asked as he hugged your waist tighter.

You smiled a bit. Your eyes were focused on a particular framed photo. Not of the photo of Kanata's big show with Ryuseitai or his photo with Kaoru and Souma at the aquarium, but of a photo of you and him that was taken by the sea far from Ensemble Square. In the photo, Kanata held both of your hands as if he was dancing with you on the beach; both of you with big smiles on your faces.

But you have never seen this photo before.

"Chiaki took it of us," answered Kanata despite the fact you haven't audibly questioned it yet. "It's my favourite one."

“It’s really cute,” you said as you continued to stroke his hair which he hummed in response. “Haha, you look so adorable in this photo!”

His roommates sat on their own beds, eyeing you two curiously. They were happy to see their friend be treated with so much love by you.

At this time, Rinne was using the giant isopod plushie as a pillow. You recognised the plush right away.

“Oh, did Kanata give you one too, Rinne?”

“You mean the cryptic?” he went. “Yeah, Kanacchi’s so cute like that, isn’t he?”

You giggled, “Yeah! He gave me one too! He always gives me plushies from his aquarium, he’s sweet like that.”

Hiyori couldn’t help but smile at this. Since he was one of your close friends, he couldn’t help but want the best for you, and that included romantic relationships. But now he knew that he didn’t need to worry about you anymore. Kanata was perfect for you, and he could see that you were happy with him.

“I originally gave it to Hiyori,” said Kanata. “But he didn’t want it. Is it really that scary?”

“It’s scary,” you, Rinne and Hiyori simultaneously replied.

Yet you continued, “But it’s cute in its own way.”

The three of you spent the rest of the time together playing games and watching a movie. You ended up cooking a meal to eat with them too. You didn’t want Kanata to cook, and you doubted that Hiyori or Rinne could cook either (considering the fact that Hiyori was a rich boy and Rinne was a monarch).

They applauded your cooking and you all ate together happily, just like a family. By the time you had to go, they begged you to stay.

“You’re always welcome here, (Y/N)!” cried Hiyori dramatically.

“If you ever just want to sleep over, just ask!” said Rinne. “Just don’t perform inappropriate activities with Kana—”

“Do not finish that sentence, Rinne-senpai.”

You and Kanata smiled at their childish antics. He kissed you goodnight as he held you in his arms.

“Goodnight, angelfish,” he said softly.

“Goodnight, my love.”

He watched you walk down the corridor as you waved him goodbye. Your dorm was on the second floor of the building, so you didn’t need him to walk you back.

“Well then,” started Rinne. “Time to go to sleep, Kanacchi.”

Kanata nodded, “Right!”

And when he went to sleep, all his dreams were about you.

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[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Holding Out Hope.

Pairing: Newt x Fem!Reader

A/N: This takes place in the third movie, and the reader finds out, what potentially could happen to Newt.

“What, you’re afraid your little girlfriends gonna get hurt?” He stated rather then asked Thomas. “Hm? Because this has never been just about rescuing Minho. Has it?”

What is going on?

“Wait, what are you talking about?” Thomas asked, with genuine confusion plastered on his face. “Teresa. She’s the only reason that Minho’s even missing in the first place.” Newt said, getting closer, and Thomas took cautious steps back, til he was almost up against the wall. “Now we finally have an opportunity to get him back. And what? You don’t want to because of her? Because deep down inside you still care about her, don’t you? Just admit it.”

Newt, what has gotten into you?

“Newt, I…” Thomas tried to reply, but Newt forced his back against the wall. “Don’t lie to me!” He exclaimed, and my heart starts pounding in my chest. And by the looks of Brenda, I’m not the only one whose frightened. “Don’t lie to me!”

“Newt!” I slowly move over to him trying to call him over, but he ignored me, sending death glares at Thomas. I move in close enough to put a hand on his shoulder. “Newt..”

“Don’t you dare touch me!” He exclaimed, letting go of Thomas, and points at me. If my heart wasn’t beating fast before, it sure was now. “You’re always so damn touchy. Leave me the hell alone!” He said, as I completely backed off and looked at the floor.

I don’t know what the reason was for his sudden outburst, but all it did was make me want to cave into myself, and just disappear. Him just now registering what he just said, he apologized to the both of us, and everyone in the room.

I nod, “It’s okay.” I said, really trying to convince myself, rather then I was him. It still didn’t stop the thoughts from flooding into my brain.

Was I being too clingy and touchy? Has he been keeping that too himself, all this time? Was he putting up with it, just so he didn’t hurt my feelings?

I was an over-thinker, always thinking about stuff, I did right or wrong. All the things, I could have done better or what I could have done instead, I was always like that, even before the Glade.

I also had a tendency to forget about my surroundings and the outside world, when I was nose deep in a good book, but I’m not reading and I sure as hell wasn’t born yesterday.

He’s infected.

I’ve know Newt for a little over a year now, so I’d be damned if I didn’t know him like I know my own name. He would never just yell at someone like that. And I know that once you’re infected, it makes you do things of that nature. As much I didn’t want to believe it, Newt was probably infected, and we aren’t doing a damn thing about it at the moment.

I was too busy, bouncing those thoughts in my head, to even notice he had left the room, and Thomas came up to me. “I’ll talk to him.” I nod, and as he turned to leave I stop him. “Thomas?” He turns, saying nothing, but that didn’t stop me from telling him. “Be gentle.” He looked down at ground for a little, before meeting my eyes again, sent a curt nod my way.

Whilst Thomas was talking with Newt, he found out that he had been infected, hence the reason as to why he had yelled at the two. “I’ll go tell (Y/N)..”

“Don’t. Don’t tell her. I have to be one to tell her.” He said, Thomas didn’t respond, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t listening. “I don’t know how. I don’t know when. But I will.”

He didn’t want to tell her, cause he knew how she’d react. After a year together in the Glade, for most of the time spent there they were friends, until Newt asked her out one day. He knew her like this back of his hand.

He knew, that’d she be both scared for him, and mad at him.

Scared, due to the fact that she was going to lose, not just her partner, but someone she called one of her best friends. Mad at him because he didn’t tell her sooner, and that they’re wasting time, when they should be getting him the cure. If there even was one.

I let out a sigh, that came out shakier then intended, but I still held my head up going over to ask Gal, “Where did they go?” He says they went up to the roof, and I immediately trudge all the way up there. I know for damn sure, I’m not, going to sit here and wait for Newt to turn, right in front of me.

Fuck. That.

“Newt!” I exclaimed, as they exchanged looks, and Newt mumbled a curse under his breath, they stood up turning to face me. I stalk over to him, examining his face and chest to see any signs that could confirm my suspicions.

“(Y/N), please..” He tried to move my hands away from him. I scoff, “Please’ my ass, where is it?” Yanking my hands from his, going to back look. “Love, just stop.”

I ignore him and don’t stop looking, as tears brimmed my eye lids, I tried blinking them away, but they only blurred my vision. “Babe!”

“Just show me!” I exclaimed, unable to hide the fact that, I was seconds away from bawling my eyes out. He sighs and pulls up his sleeve, revealing the purple veins, on his right arm.

I backed away, my bottom lip quivered as I placed my hands over my mouth.

I felt like screaming. Kicking something, breaking something, throwing something all at the same time.

“(Y/N)..” He reached out, gently grab one my hands, and I place the hand that I left on my face over my entire mouth. “I knew it. I fucking knew it.” I mumbled into my hand.

“Listen to me, love.”

“I hoped. I hoped!” I said, as a cry got caught in my throat, and Newt brought me into a hug. “Listen to me, don’t worry about me.”

“I can’t help, but worry about you, in this shit world we live in.”

“I know, but you have to try, okay? We’ll find the cure. And I’ll be okay.”

“But- But what if?” I was going to saying, but Newt quickly put a stop to those negative thoughts. “Don’t even think about that, you hear me? We will get that cure. And I. Will. Be. Fine.” He said and I nod, and leans down kissing the top of my head, looking over at Thomas, with a look of uncertainty.

But (Y/N) didn’t need to know that.

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[cosmicmunsonwrites]

hey angel, I don’t know if you take song requests but I was thinking about an imagine with jj based on the song ‘I Know You’ by Faye Webster? I’m obsessed with it 🫶

totally okay if not ml !!

i know you

pairing(s): jj maybank x reader, jj maybank x kiara carrera

warnings: its lowkey sad, jj is distant, not so happy ending??

summary: you realize part of jj will always belong to someone else.

authors note: guys. my motivation has been at zero. i hope you guys enjoy this though. thank you so much for the request!!

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

not my gif

you’re holding me and holding back

you were laying in your bed, jj sitting beside you against your headboard. your head was resting in his lap but what really struck you the wrong way, was the fact that his ringed fingers that were typically running through your hair, were now stiff at his sides.

i don’t really care for that

so instead, you sat up beside him and sighed. he immediately turned his head to you with a raised brow. “why’d you move?”

just you

“you’re not even paying attention to me, jj,” you said, staring ahead at the movie playing on your tv.

theres a pause between every minute

his hand reached over to take yours as he stopped for a second to think. “i’m sorry, baby. i’ve just been stressed lately.”

“about what?” you questioned, not understanding his point. “you don’t tell me anything anymore.”

feelin’ like i need something

“i miss you, jj,” you admitted sadly. “i barely see you anymore, you barely come over, text me, call me, anything. it doesn’t even feel like we’re in a relationship anymore.”

it’s just you

he used his hold on your hand to pull you into him, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. “i’m sorry, angel.”

i know, i know

he said this every time. yet nothing ever truly changed. he always distanced himself from you, then randomly came back in bursts of affection.

i know, i know

you always knew this was coming. you always knew he’d run to john b or kiara, then suddenly come back to you when he needed something.

you

you were so in love with him that you knew you’d never leave him.

you

jj was it in your eyes. you weren’t too sure if he felt the same though.

i know, i know

“hey, can you look at me sweetheart.” he knew that look too well.

i know, i know

he knew exactly what was on your mind. he just felt so bad that he made you feel like that.

you

he wrapped an arm behind your shoulders, knowing it calmed you in some way.

you

he knew you were upset with him. he wanted nothing more to just fix it, to have his old relationship back… to have his old self back. like how it was when you first started dating.

i’ll quiet down if thats what you want

so here you were, at the chateau with all of your friends around you. you were cuddled into jj’s side, choosing not to engage in the conversation. he didn’t listen to you anyway.

i understand i’m not the only one

you knew he was distracted. he always was. his attention was never fully on you.

for you

it was also on kiara. you saw the way he looked at her.

so tell me what you’re looking for

you really just wished he’d come clean and tell you how he really felt.

is it a picture perfect girl for you?

you weren’t even mad. kiara was gorgeous. she was absolutely perfect in every single way imaginable.

i know, i know

you knew sooner or later he’d realize.

i know, i know

you knew he could find better with her.

you

you knew how he thought.

you

you knew he was already half there.

i know, i know

jj dug his hand into your waist, looking down at you with a worried expression. he knew you often tended to zone out. “you still with me?”

i know, i know

when you nodded, he just knew you were lying.

you

he knew you too well.

you

he knew when something was up.

i’m here regardless of the pain

as much as it hurt you to know your boyfriend was in love with someone else, you didn’t want it to end. you just wanted to be with him.

don���t ever tell me to go away from you

you prayed he wouldn’t leave you, or tell you to do that to him. you wouldn’t be able to.

when we’re old and have to leave the earth

even if something did happen, you’d never forget this.

i’ll still remember all i’ve learned from you

maybe there was some truth to remembering your first love because you knew you’d never be able to fully let jj go.

i know, i know

“hey,” the blonde said softly when he noticed you zoning out in the car again on the way to his house from the chateau. “what’s up?”

i know, i know

he just knew you too well.

you

“it’s jus’ you and me, angel. forever jus’ you and me.”

[try-set-me-on-fire]

OLDER BUDDIE FIC OH MY GOD

That’s the one from this post (with an opening scene here) but to summarize; outsider pov of a new recruit learning about Captain Buck Diaz’s legendary rivalry with another station’s Captain Diaz but uh oh oops wuh oh I got my angsty little hands all over it and got too attached to the probational firefighter I made up and gave her family drama. She grew up in Boron, California (Buck is enthusiastic when he learns this and starts spouting facts about the town [Named after the element! Second largest source of boric acid in the world!] and she’s like how in the fuck did you know that and he claps her on the back and says I think I’ve probably read about half of Wikipedia at this point in my life) and her dad was a firefighter there, she was going to UCLA to get a chemical engineering degree to work in one of the refineries or other industry in her town that’s sprouted from the mines, but when she gets word that her dad died she drops out to become a firefighter. She also grew up gay in a small town and could never get femininity to sit right on her but god she tried so hard, and it was fine when it was this open secret but when she actually came out to her dad he did not accept her. I picked Boron because I googled “town furthest away from hospital California” asdfgsdfg he had a heart attack and the firefighters got to him in time but they couldnt get him to the hospital fast enough. Anyway now at the 118 she talks about him like he’s still alive and leaves him voicemails about LA and the team and everything, and Buck has started calling her John, which is a nickname her dad called her when she was little, and she cuts her hair short and has a bit of a gender crisis as she slowly accepts herself as butch and more comfortable presenting masculine, and Buck is just so happy and supportive and eventually she breaks down and admits her father is dead and she’s following in his footsteps and it breaks her heart that he wouldn’t be proud of her he never wanted her to be a firefighter he didn’t think it was a girls job but she loved him so much and he loved her so much and god now shes weeping in the back of the engine and Buck is very gentle about it all (you KNOW he’s been telling Eddie all about this kid, you KNOW he calls home after this like Eddie is it legal to adopt a full adult. How mad would you be if I brought a probie home) and then we wouldn’t even see Eddie till the end of the fic where they all work the same scene and John is like shit the rivalry are they gonna fight?? There’s certainly some kind of energy between them… and then Eddie gets his shoulder dislocated and Buck is calm and professional getting him out of the building but but as soon as a paramedic has popped it back in they collapse into each other a little and theres some tasteful kissing and like imagine both of them with gray in their hair and really good at their jobs after doing them so long and still so in love and bantering with each other… John is flabbergasted and Buck is like literally if you accepted my invitation to the family barbecues you would have found out about all this much sooner

#i cant decide if chimney still works at the station. i kind of like it because of his I was the first one here Ill be the last one to leave #attitude but i imagine this is like 15 years from now so he’d be very near retirement age #i think hen is retired or maybe a doctor #Bobby definitely retired but still cooks for everyone all the time and maybe even brings food into the station occasionally #Chris is getting his masters degree somewhere another factor in Buck wanting to bring the probie home he’s suffering empty nest syndrome

[queenimmadolla]

CRUEL SUMMER - '85, PII

summary: . . . the year Eddie Munson doesn’t give a fuck about not having graduated when he’s gotta save the girl so he can get the girl. (in which Eddie is in ST3 and reader is basically Heather Holloway) ┊ Eddie Munson x Flayed!Reader┊ Main Masterlist - Series Masterlist - PI - PIII

chapter summary: . . . when you didn’t show up to meet him at your spot after your shift at Hawkins’ Community Pool, Eddie takes your sudden disappearance into his own hands and discovers he’s not the only one in town who has.

chapter warning: pining, billy hargrove, ‘unrequited’ love, angst, fluff, insecurity, jealousy, mind control I guess, and Eddie trying not to get arrested

Eddie wasn't in the best of moods.

When you hadn’t shown, he had thought maybe you were still mad at him for having to cancel the previous day, but when he’d went by your place, he hadn’t seen your bike leaning up against the side of your house. Nor had you been in your room when he scaled your roof to get to your bedroom window.

If he hadn’t gotten arrested last week, he would have camped out in his van in front of your house. But seeing as how he’d manage to. . . step away from the situation before he’d actually been booked, he couldn’t risk someone reporting a creepy van just parked on your street.

He’d tried calling, but caught your mother just as they were preparing to go out of town to visit a relative and she had told him you called from a friend’s house to let her know you’d be spending the night, and that drove him even crazier. You’d ditched him to hang out with someone else? He’d definitely fucked up. Why couldn’t you just talk to him? Yell at him? Why’d you have to go and make him feel ten times guiltier? And who the fuck was this friend? You hadn’t told him about anyone else you hung out with, hadn’t even mentioned any names other than those of your co-workers, but you weren’t friends with any of them.

Fuck, he had to find you.  You could be mad at him in person, that’d be fine, because then you’d be mad at boyfriend Eddie. Not friend Eddie.

To become your boyfriend, Eddie first had to tell you how he felt, and you were making it plenty difficult to do so. He mused it was karma for having waited so long to acknowledge his feelings for you in the first place while you were nothing but patient, kind, goofy, and seemingly ready to wait for him forever.

Yeah, this had to be karma.

He could’t even sleep, having tossed and turned all night.

Something didn’t feel right about any of this and the sooner he saw your pretty face, the better.

Instead of driving past your house again, Eddie made his way to the community pool. You’d mentioned earlier on in the week you’d probably be covering for Heather Holloway today, and you couldn’t ignore him on the job.  Well, you could, but Eddie wasn’t above pretending to drown to get your attention. In fact, he was pretty sure you’d find a public declaration of his love pretty endearing, too romantic to whack him with a floaty. He ran a hand through his drenched hair—courtesy of a little summer rain—as he approached the open counter.  Joey Mitchell, Hawkins graduate of ’83 and overall jerk, and Zoe Reynolds looked to be doing anything but their jobs. He’d asked them if they’d seen you and got absolutely nowhere with them. “She flaked, man. Why don’t you do the same?” Joey didn’t even bother glancing up at him as he flipped through whatever the fuck he was reading. Zoe was doing her best to look attractive while she drank a soda, her gaze openly trailing over Eddie.He did his best to keep from rolling his eyes. He and Zoe had hooked up one day after he’d stopped by to pay you a visit, but she proved to be another girl who wanted him in private—not public. He hadn’t really wanted her either way, but he was a man with an itch he had to scratch.

“Thanks for being absolutely fucking useless, Joey. Glad to see you haven’t changed.” Joey flipped him off and Zoe laughed as he stepped aside, leaning against the building beside a vending machine while he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Alright. So, you weren’t at home and you weren’t at work, so you must have still been with that friend you told your mom about. Who the fuck was that? Eddie was so lost in thought, he hadn’t noticed the two girls approach the counter he had previously been occupying, he was only pulled from his head when he heard Joey say your name. “I’ll get it back to her.” He managed to hear Joey say as Eddie shifted closer to eavesdrop.  “We could give it back to her.” The girl with the short hair had something in her hand. Eddie recognized it as the lifeguard fanny pack you carried around. What was she doing with it? “You could. ‘Cept she’s not here. Bailed on me today.” When they didn’t leave fast enough for his liking, Joey added, “What is this? You girls want a reward or something?” Definitely still an asshole. Eddie was about to step in, but the redhead had it covered. “Nope. We’re just good samaritans.”

The one with the short hair approached the community board and he could see her staring intensely at a photo of you coming out of the pool. It was a photo he, too, stared at when he dropped by. “Hey—where’d you get that?” Eddie pushed himself off the wall, revealing his hiding place as he stared down at your fanny pack in her hand.

She glanced down at it then back at him, eyebrows pinched together. “I found it. Billy—’’ “—is off today. Billy is off today.” The redhead interrupted as she made her way to the other girl’s side. Eddie squinted down at them, tongue pressing against his cheek. The redhead looked familiar.

“You’re Hargrove’s little sister, right?” Red didn’t seem super excited with the title. “What’s it to you?” “You’ve got my best friend’s property in your possession. And unlike our little concierge over there,” Eddie gestured to where the counter was. “I care. A lot. Start talking.” The girls exchanged a look that Eddie knew meant he wasn’t going to get the whole story. “She, uh, left it at my house. Must have forgot it.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up so far they almost got caught in his hairline, shock nearly stopping his heart. “I see. And what was she doing at your house?”  Red crossed her arms, looking entirely unimpressed with being questioned. “She and Billy must have been hanging out or something after work.”  Eddie didn’t like that ‘or something’. He actually didn’t like any of it.  “Pack. Now, please.” The timid looking one reluctantly handed the object to him, hushing Red’s protests. “Thanks.” Eddie stormed out of the entrance turning to look over his shoulder just in time to see them yank your photo from its place.  He placed your pack on his passenger seat as soon as he got back in the van, absolutely fuming. He was trying to keep it together, but this was all wrong. Everything was wrong. Eddie needed a distraction. The van roared to life before he pulled out onto the road, ready to drive around for a couple of hours until he had his head together. You were supposed to meet him yesterday, you hadn’t. Your mom had told him you slept over at a friend’s house, and now Eddie was hearing you’d been with Billy Hargrove. Billy fucking Hargrove. He knew the history between you two. Eddie hadn’t known you all that well then, back when Billy first moved to Hawkins the previous Fall. That’s when it all started between you and Eddie. The grounds for your whole friendship. You couldn’t believe it. The hot, new guy in school was interested in you.  He’d made quite the impression on everyone his first few weeks, girls were infatuated and boys wanted to be him. He’d even dethroned Steve, who was now just Steve instead of King Steve. You hadn’t had a whole lot of run-ins with Steve Harrington, but the few times you had, he treated you just like your whole ‘friend’ group did. So it had pleased you to know he’d been knocked from that high shelf he sat himself on. 

Then the man who’d done it approached you after school to ask if you wanted to go to the game with him. You hated most sports, but you couldn’t miss out on that opportunity. It had been freezing, he had even offered you his jacket, and everyone treated you so much nicer that night. Then he’d driven you home, kissed you goodnight on your porch and sent you on your way. That was how he’d ensnared you in his web, from then on he’d just lead you on. Occasionally taking you out but usually cancelling extremely last minute—which made Eddie feel worse to think about since he’d done the same just the other day—he also made numerous attempts to gaslight you. You could see through it all of course, but you went along with it anyways. Because that’s how high school went for you. It was right after a pep rally, you’d scrubbed yourself raw to remove any sweat—technically, and boy was it a technicality because your mom was the cheer coach and she’d be embarrassed if her daughter wasn’t on the team, you were part of the cheer squad but seeing as how you were on the bottom of the totem pole, you were often forced into the school mascot costume—and done your makeup exceptionally well so you looked beautiful when you approached Billy and his friends by his locker to confirm your plans for the night. “Hey, Billy!” Your arms tightened around the binder you held just under the bust of your chest. Billy was a boobs type of guy, so anything you did to draw attention to them or enhance them guaranteed you a little bit of his attention. Pathetic, but seeing as how there were plenty of other girls you knew he was also quietly taking out with bra sizes larger than yours, it’s what you had to do. “Are we still good for tonight? Dinner and a movie?” Billy made an obviously fake wince, sucking in some air.

“Sorry, babe, I totally forgot Richy’s throwing a party tonight. Can’t leave my best man hanging, right?” 

You knew he was talking to you, but his statement seemed to be directed to his friends. Richy, the gangly boy who had once asked you if you wanted to give him a handjob on the bus, freshman year—completely out of the blue and you had said no—highfived Billy.

“Yeah, no that’s totally fine. You should have fun with your friends.” You shrugged, as if you weren’t going to verbally abuse them all and yourself in your head in just a few minutes.

“Knew you’d understand.” Billy pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger, stroking just under it before he and his friends headed towards the doors leading to the parking lot despite the classes they still had.

You made your way to your locker, unfortunately somewhat close to Billy’s, making fun of yourself the whole time as you muttered, “Hey, Billy! Ready to blow me off again? Yeah, not a problem. Saw it coming. Do you want to ask me on a makeup date so you can do it again, or are you bored of wasting my time yet?” 

You quickly entered the combination of your lock, aggressively shaking it when it refused to budge the first couple of times and threw your binder in.

Just as you were about to reach into your backpack, Beverly Winston and the rest of your clique came around the corner, actually stopping to greet you instead of waiting for you to chase after them. 

“You coming to Richy’s party with Billy tonight?” The girls behind her giggled and you recognized they were aware of something you didn’t know.

“He told me about it.” Is all you could say, because you knew Billy had actively avoided inviting you. Which made sense, other than that brief kiss on your porch last month, he hadn’t been all that affectionate with you. Not in public, at least.

Beverly smirked, glancing behind her to exchange looks with the other girls. “See you around.”

They didn’t wait for your reply before they abruptly left, and you found yourself shouting out, “Maybe I’ll go and meet you guys there…?”

They didn’t acknowledge it, actually you thought they started walking faster.

“So you guys can just spend the whole party trying to lose me in crowds.” You sighed, feeling frustrated and fed up with the whole situation. “Bunch of fucking—"

You inhaled sharply as you slammed your locker door shut only to see Eddie Munson leaning up against his, four lockers down from you.

“Oh, shit. You scared me, Eddie.”

“I have that affect on people.” He shrugged, eyes roaming over the students filling the hall. It looked like he was searching for someone.

“Yeah, well, not in that way. I’m not afraid of you.” You were, however, afraid of being late to Click’s class. God, that lady was a nightmare. “Bye, Eddie.”

You had just managed to walk past him when he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“You know he’s fucking around with you, right?” 

You flushed with embarrassment, trying not to let your posture fall. 

“Who’d you see him with?”

“Kathy Cosgrove.”

Fuck. She definitely had a bigger bra size.  “That bitch.” No wonder she looked extra smug when she’d bumped into you at the rally. Eddie snorted, pulling his arm back to cross them over his chest as he leaned back into the locker. “What did you expect? Did you think Hargrove actually liked you?”

Well, that definitely hurt your feelings. It was probably obvious to Eddie, too, because his eyes immediately softened and his posture relaxed. “Shit, I didn’t mean it like that.” “No, it’s okay. I get it. They’re running in fast times, and I’m not as fast, I guess.” You blinked a couple of times, frowning as you willed the wetness on your waterline away by sheer force. You were not about to cry during school hours. Crying was reserved for after school hours, only. “It’s not like I haven’t noticed that.” “Then why do you try to keep up?” His question seemed entirely curious, and you licked your lower lip, pulling it between your teeth as you thought of an answer. “I dunno.” Except you did. “Wait, no I’m lying. I know you hate conformity, forced conformity, whatever, but look at them.” You both looked over the sea of high school students, the hall all a buzz with chatter. “They all look so happy. Sure, not all of them are actually happy below the surface, but the ones that are. . . I’m jealous of them. They come to school feeling accepted. They fit in, they have friends who like them, they go to class, hang out with those friends at lunch, then they leave school; still feeling accepted. And they get to hang out with their friends afterwards, and have a good time being young, stupid teenagers. I don’t know. I guess I just want to be one.”

You liked to imagine yourself at a lunch table filled with laughter and faceless friends, everyone at the table is having a good time, they’re joking with each other—you included—talking about the latest thing that happened in the group. You’d be sat in a chair, or maybe on someone special’s lap, an arm slipped around broad shoulders; happy amongst friends. But no. You didn’t have that. 

You sat on the outskirts of the table, always trying to chime in but never heard.  “They’re all ignorant, Sunshine.” Eddie dismissed, though he was eyeing you carefully.  “Ignorance is bliss.” You spotted Kathy coming out of the girls restroom with her friends, her head thrown back in laughter. “At this point, I’d kill for some bliss.” “I don’t know about murder, but I think I might have a temporary solution for your problem.” That’s how you ended up smoking with Eddie in his van. He’d been on a bit of a tolerance break, so the joint even had him giggly. “She didn’t want me smoking too much, didn’t want her friends or family to smell it on her.” Since Eddie was aware of your terrible love life, you deemed it only fair that he tell you about his, so he’d told you about the latest girl to catch his fancy. Only, he’d been playing coy about telling you her name.

“Who, Eddie, who? C’mon you already know I’m letting Billy drag me around. It can’t get any more pathetic than that.”

“Chrissy.” He blurted out and you gasped. You weren’t expecting her. “Chrissy Cunningham??” Your mind trailed through every interaction you’d ever had with her. She was a sweet girl. She’d been a little mean freshman year, but it must have been something she grew out of because Chrissy had been an absolute doll since, not a mean or rude bone in her body. “As in, recently started dating Jason Carver, Chrissy Cunningham?” His eyes squeezed shut, fingers reaching up to rub his lids. “That’s the one. It ended like three weeks ago, we weren’t public or anything but we were . . . I thought we were something. Until, well, yeah.” Until Jason finally put an end to his and Chrissy’s will they-wont they thing they had going on since the sixth grade by showing up on her doorstep—apparently he had been waiting for her the entire day, according to Chrissy when she’d described the event in the locker room—one day after she’d been out with a friend. You recognized that it was most likely a cover for having been with Eddie. Jason had poured his heart out to her, informed her that he didn’t expect anything back, just needed her to know if she ever felt alone, he’d be there waiting for her, regardless of how long it may take her to be able to approach him about anything. She’d let Eddie down gently the next day. Didn’t stop him from hurting, though.  “Well, Eddie,” He lifted his arm to peak over at you as you crawled closer. “I think you and I just became best friends.” And you had. From that moment on your friendship began to develop quickly.  You’d stopped talking to Billy, he hadn’t put much effort into trying and you also started noticing things you definitely didn’t like about him. Like how he was the personification of garbage. You still tried your hardest to fit in, but your efforts were wasted, even more so now that you were friends with Eddie. 

You didn’t care about that last part though, not when you got to spend so much time hanging out and joking with Eddie. You’d even helped him with some of his girl troubles, though he had to pry things about your romantic life out of you. Eddie enjoyed the hell out of having you around, he hadn’t realized how much until you mentioned that Patrick McKinney had asked you out before summer break and you told Patrick you’d think it over. Then you confided in Eddie that you didn’t see a reason to say no to Patrick; he was the sweetest of the jocks, very respectful towards women, surprisingly funny and you were attracted to him, too. Eddie did not enjoy the hell out of that. In fact, shortly after you had left, he’d had a breakdown over it, which he didn’t think was all that fair given his track record with women during the duration of your friendship compared to your history with other people. He didn’t know exactly when you developed feelings for him, but he knew you had them. And you’d still helped him out with his dates when he needed it. Part of him mused that it was because all his dates were flings. He never really saw them more than twice, and he knew they weren’t permanent.  But with Patrick, you were right. Dude was the most decent out of the jocks and he wasn’t entirely sure you two wouldn’t be compatible. You could end up with him forever, get married, have cute little babies, a white picket fence and that scared the shit out of Eddie because it was him you were supposed to end up with forever. Him you were supposed to marry. His cute little babies you were supposed to have. He’d been dealing to a new customer (and a surprising one at that) when the epiphany hit him. Or rather, Chrissy managed to point out how he was obviously in love with you during their drug deal and he knew she was entirely right.  You belonged with him. Not Patrick McKinney and certainly not Billy knock-off George Michaels Hargrove. Maybe Eddie had waited too long. Hargrove was a dick, but he wasn’t stupid. Probably used this opportunity as your co-worker to weasel his way back into your life. 

When you told him who you’d be working with, Eddie tried valiantly and victoriously to not drive to his house and beat the shit out of him. Anything to get him to stay away from you. He never trusted him, especially because Billy got to see you in that tight, red swimsuit that occupied Eddie’s fantasies while he didn’t. “Fuck!” He yelled, fist coming down on the steering wheel hard. He’d been driving around for hours, the grey sky had darkened significantly and he needed answers.  To hell with it.

Eddie’s tires screeched as he flipped a bitch—a U-turn—and sped into your neighborhood, tired of just circling it.

He hastily pulled up against the curb outside of your house, casting a bewildered look outside of the driver’s window at the girls in red and orange staring at him from your driveway. “What the hell—are you her fan club or something?” He yelled, hopping out of the van and slamming the door shut as he squinted in an effort to keep the raindrops out of his eyes. It was a rhetorical question, if you had a fan club, he’d be the President. “Is this her house?” Red asked, stiff and uncertain. Eddie stopped in front of them, mouth pressed into a thin line as he felt that feeling return again; the one that told him something was seriously wrong with the events taking place. Like you were in trouble. His Sunshine senses were tingling off the fucking radar.

“Yeah, why?”

They didn’t tell him anything, just exchanged those not so secretive looks with each other as they hurried in front of him. The little shits didn’t even bother knocking, just walked right in. Eddie wasn’t about to be shown up, nor did he like the sense of foreboding that seemed to waft from the house the moment they opened the door and he hurried in after them, hissing, “I know your class is probably in the middle of reading Goldilocks and the Three Bears, but breaking and entering is a crime.”  One he had done several times. They shushed him as they made their way to the main hall, looking at your family photos as they went. Eddie tried not to let his eyes linger too much, his heart was starting to ache with longing. God, it had been too long since he’d last seen you. Three days, still much too long for his liking, and he’d make sure, if—by the grace of god at this point—you’d have him, he’ll never go that long without seeing your beautiful face in person again.

All three of them jumped when they heard music begin playing from the dinning room. It had to be you.

Eddie moved around the girls, bursting through the doorway.

Billy paused in his movements, fork hovering just a couple of centimeters away from where he was about to place it as he set the table.  “Munson. Hey,” That had to be the most fake welcoming voice Eddie had ever heard.

Every single atom composing his body became stiff and, maybe it was the macho showdown thing, Eddie’s chest puffed out. His fists were clenched at his sides. “Hargrove. What a surprise.” Yeah, he was positive something was wrong. First sign, Billy was dressed like he was about to go to church. Second sign, Eddie didn’t know the guy all that well, personally, but he knew the guy was an asshole. Problem with that is that Billy wasn’t giving off his normal asshole vibes. He was giving off some really creepy vibes. The kind that gave even Eddie goosebumps. 

What the hell was Billy doing in your house? Red and her friend hurried behind him once they’d heard Billy’s voice. “Max.” Eddie could tell Billy was gritting his teeth. “Maxine, what are you doing here? Is something wrong?”  Billy abandoned the utensils, walking around the table until he was approaching them, but his focus was on Red—Max. Max shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “We just wanted to make sure everything was okay.” “Okay? Why wouldn’t it be okay?” “Where is she?” The timid one didn’t look so timid now and Eddie’s worry for you began to boil over. They knew something he didn’t and if it had them brave enough to practically break into your house, it must have been about your safety. “I’m sorry, where is who?” 

“The one who actually lives here, Hargrove.” Eddie glanced past Billy, into your kitchen doorway where light seemed to be coming from. He didn’t even think twice before he swiped by him, stopping short only when you made yourself known. “Dinner will be ready soon, they should be home by—Hello.” You stopped in the doorway, glancing from Eddie, though you didn’t meet his eyes, to the girls then to Billy. Eddie didn’t like how you kept your gaze on Billy.

“Sweetheart,” Oh, fuck no. That was another one of Eddie’s nicknames for you. “This is my sister Maxine. Don’t think you guys met last time. And I’m sorry, I did not quite catch your name.” “El.” “El.” Billy repeated before turning his attention to Eddie who hadn’t taken his eyes off of you from the moment you came into sight. “And of course, we all know Munson. What brings you, here?” “Her,” He didn’t even bother glancing back at Billy, trying to use mind powers he didn’t have to will you to look up at him.  C’mon, baby, give me a sign. Anything. You wanna be with him? Fine. I can wait for you. I’ll fight tooth and nail later, but I’ll leave you in peace, for now, the second you look up at me and I know you’re okay.

“I saw—’’ El began, but Max cut her off. “—Your manager. At the pool. He said you guys didn’t come in to work today, so we got worried.” Billy seemed to already have an excuse made up, “She got sick after work yesterday, and I took care of her.”  Eddie felt the sting just as Billy meant him to. 

“I didn’t think it was the best idea to just send her back out, especially in this weather, and she didn’t want to be alone, so we decided to hang out here all day and nurse her back to health. But you’re feeling just fine right now, aren’t you, babe?”

“I’m feeling so much better,” You agreed immediately, sending the girls a reassuring smile. You still refused to look at Eddie. “The rain messes with my sinuses and gives me headaches. It comes and goes!” Eddie knew at that point that he’d be freeing up his schedule for the rest of the week, until he could find out what had happened to you because there was no way the girl before him was you.  You’d take a job at Camp Crystal Lake before you’d let Billy Hargrove speak for you anymore.  And the way you were dressed, he’d still pop a woody under normal circumstances, but it definitely was not something he’d ever seen in your wardrobe. In fact, he’d never seen those articles of clothing in your closet or your dresser drawers. Finally, you made eye contact with him, and Eddie was positive it wasn’t you. He had no idea how to explain it, but it wasn’t. Your eyes lacked that sparkle that always took his breath away. He pursed his lips as he stared at you before nodding slowly, the corners of his lips twitching.  “So you decided to hang out and make an elaborate dinner?” Eddie leaned back against the almost perfectly set table. “For her parents.”

“Mhm, for my parents.” His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. “Ah, I see. And this dinner, will it be warm by the time they come back into town?”

That seemed to catch both you and Billy off guard. You pouted, perfectly plucked brows pulling together. God, if you weren’t a total Stepford Wife, Eddie wouldn’t be able to resist kissing you.

“P-Pardon?”

“Your parents. I called this morning and they said they’d be back on Monday. It’s funny, I thought you would have known that if you were hanging out here all day. Didn’t run into them?” He mused, watching your face shift through expressions before your attention focused again on Billy.  Eddie was positive they’d call tonight, once they arrived at their destination, to let you know of their return and where they had left you money to survive on. Because you hadn’t seen them before they left.

Because you hadn’t been home all day. “They didn’t want to intrude on us.” Billy supplied with ease, and Eddie finally forced his gaze away from you to glare at Billy. Eddie knew he was trying to get under his skin, but that was good. It meant Billy knew he was a threat. 

“I’m sure they didn’t.” In the mythical world where your mom wouldn’t kill you for having Billy Hargrove—yes, she wanted you to date someone with a reputation but not that kind of reputation—in your room. The only reason Eddie was allowed in there during the day was because your mom still assumed you were a virgin despite the hoards of teenage boys around the high school campus and she didn’t think Eddie would be your type.  Eddie pushed himself off the table, sensing the younger girls’ discomfort. “My mistake. Just wanted to return something.”  He walked right up to you, watching your eyes harden the closer he got and pulled your pack from his pocket. “You dropped this.” Eddie could feel the temperature in the room dip as both you and Billy realized what it was he was returning.  Your fanny pack, which Billy had discarded in his bathroom trash after attacking and abducting you, though this was unbeknownst to Eddie. A needle could drop and it’d be heard by all the occupants in the room. “Guess, we’ll be going now. C’mon girls. Maxine. El.” Despite how badly he didn’t want you out of his sight, he was pretty sure whatever was going on happened to be dangerous. Definitely not the place for kids. 

He ushered the girls out of the house and back into the rain, completely aware of Billy watching them as they crossed the yard.  El and Max retrieved their bikes and moved to hurry alongside him as he crossed the street to his van. “C’mon, we gotta go.” Max pulled on El’s raincoat, but she was staring up Eddie, looking almost scared. “Are you her friend?” She had to nearly shout to be heard over the heavy rain. “Yeah, I am.” He nodded, blinking away the tears of frustration as he swiped his wet bangs out of his face. How the fuck was he gonna figure this out? “But I don’t know who that was. She wasn’t acting like herself.” They did that thing again, shared a secretive look before they deemed him worthy. “She’s not safe.” El continued. Max gave her a sympathetic look. “El—’’ “I know what I saw, Max! And he knows, too. You have to trust me.” Max nodded before yanking up her hood. “Give us a ride. We’ll tell you everything.”

Eddie stared down at them like they were crazy. His head was hurting just trying to figure out how he was gonna get you away from Billy and sure, he felt bad that they’d have to ride their bikes in the rain, but letting two little girls into his van felt like a set up.  Then again, they seemed to be the only other two people in this town worried about you and they didn’t even know you. He knew something was wrong with you. You were in trouble. And fuck if Eddie wasn’t gonna be the one to save you. 

“Jesus H. Christ, get in the van—and I swear to god you better not tell anyone about this without context. In fact don’t tell anyone.” They climbed into the van as Eddie loaded their bikes into the back. “Start talking.” Eddie demanded as he started the van and pulled off onto the road. He was pretty confident he had an idea of what was going on, given the interactions between you and Billy, but he was missing some stuff. He was positive of that. And he’d need to know everything if he was going to try to be your hero. ─ TAG LIST: @merlieve @elitesanjisimp

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I have so many thoughts for Ghost Roger au!! I love when a character can see ghosts like that!

It takes awhile, but the crew begin to talk out loud. Some do it sooner than others. Usopp is the first. “I told you pirates were coming mom!” And he spends his free time making up stories. All the ghosts enjoy them, not just his mother.

Zoro is next. He’s never been a man of words, and that doesn’t change now. But one day, he comes up with a new move. He’s silent for a few moments and smirks. “Like you could do better.” He swears that the mast hitting him is just a coincidence.

Sanji is hesitant for a very long time. In fact he doesn’t even talk to his mother. It’s Bellemere he talks to first, wondering what Nami’s favorite tangerine dish is. Five minutes after that Luffy comes in and answers him. Now he talks through his cooking methods, like he’s teaching Sora

Nami is actually the second after Usopp. She swears she felt her mother that night in her house. That her mother had pushed her out of the house. She only ever talks to her mother in her tangerine groove, talking through her feelings and how she plans to spend the money.

Chopper takes awhile. He’s a doctor, a man of science after all. And Kureha wasn’t the superstitious type. But when Chopper is studying medicine or is trying to find the right procedure or cure, he asks out loud and always finds the right book sitting on his desk.

Robin knows for awhile about the ghosts, but she doesn’t dare say a word. Not until after Enies Lobby, when she has a moment to herself. “You were right Saul.”

Brooke has spent fifty years conversing with the dead and it doesn’t change now! It gets better actually, now that Luffy can tell him what Yorki and the others say.

Franky didn’t know until Thriller Bark, and afterwards, he sits on the railing and asks Tom what he thinks. Franky swears he can hear his mentor laughing in the wind.

And I’m not really sure about Jimbe? I just started Impel Down so I don’t have a good idea of him just yet

Hehehehehehe you've activated my trap card--

Luffy being possessed by 100 fractured pieces of ghosts broke his soul in a way that cannot be undone. His grandmother warned him against it, demanded Luffy do something else, but Luffy has always been stubborn. It isn't exactly a bad thing, just now Luffy can house ghosts. It still hurts just as much as the first time, but Luffy's never been unable to deal with physical pain. He only discovers it when Roger asks him if he thinks he could get possessed like his Nightmare form again. Then Luffy said he wasn't sure and asked Roger to try possessing him.

Roger did, for all of ten seconds before he let back go because Roger had no real interest in changing the world anymore, only observing.

Then Luffy told Chopper and Sanji because they got mad when he didn't mention what gear second Was, and made him promise to tell them new abilities.

Sanji asked if being possessed was easy. Luffy said it was. Sanji asked, very hesitantly, if Luffy could have Sora possess him, just for a bit. Luffy could never deny his crew, so he let Sora in, and Sanji and Sora had a long conversation that ended up with Sora eating her fill of Sanji's cooking and telling him she was so proud of the man he made himself into. Then she let go, and Sanji was so grateful for the moment. Luffy understood, if Sabo had ever found his way back to their treehouse Luffy would have wanted to spend as much time as possible with him too.

Then Nami asked if she could talk to Belle-mere. They picked some tangerines from the trees on Sunny, made them into pinwheels and talked about the world they lived in in much thicker accents than Nami usually spoke in. Belle-mere finally told Nami her secret tangerine tart recipe that Belle-mere never got around to writing down and never had her daughters grow old enough with her she could tell them.

Then Usopp, he asked about his mom. They talked and then they sang an old song from when Usopp was little - and even though it was Luffy's voice, Usopp was so so happy to see her.

Then Zoro wanted to teach Kuina the new katas he'd learned, Franky wanted to work on Sunny with Tom, Robin wanted to ramble about her latest book while Professor Clover gave what he knew on the subject - and he knew a little of every subject, and Brook wanted to play a duet with his captain that his new crew could actually hear.

Luffy's grandma hated it, told Luffy he needed to stop, but Luffy wouldn't listen. Luffy kept switching between ghosts, spent more and more time with his crew while not himself because they always smiled so much.

Then, either the constant stress, or the lack of sleep, or Luffy only eating as much as the ghost possessing him would have while alive, or a combination of all three - when Chopper finally got up the nerve to ask if Hiriluk could join him in making some new rumble balls and Luffy agreed, he let Hiriluk seep over his soul but it hurt so much worse than usual - and Luffy collapsed.

When he woke up, he was in one of the infirmary beds, sat up with a bedtray and an immaculate looking bowl of soup in front of him. Luffy looked up and saw Sanji smoking out of the port window. Before Luffy could say a single syllable Sanji had noticed his eyes were open and started yelling about how dare Luffy not let Sanji know he was starving and tired and how he scared everyone and how he was the shittiest crap captain and Sanji would dunk him in the sea until hermit crabs started living in his empty shell of a head.

Then the others heard the fit Sanji was throwing and started crowding into the infirmary, all talking over eachother until Chopper went muscle point and yelled at everyone to be quiet.

Then Luffy remembered it was Chopper's turn, so he found Hiriluk in the crowd and offered his head up. Hiriluk just put his hand there and told Luffy the crew needed none of that.

#I'm stretching that sweet spot of time between thriller bark and Sabody because one piece time lines are ridiculous #I know it was only like 2 days but I'm the captain now-- #one piece #Roger's Ghost au #Long ass post

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Nothing Stays the Same Forever: Chapter 5

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It was difficult to walk to work the next day. She wondered every time anyone glanced at her if they had been at the bar the previous night.  Logically, she knew that no one was paying any attention to her.  She didn’t have much of a relationship with most of the Jackson residents so they probably just knew her in passing.  But she still felt vulnerable and exposed, and by the time she made it to her quiet little work room she was overwhelmed with the wish that she had just stayed home.  Still, now she was there, she had made it.  With a sigh, she began to set up for her day.  

There were a few bags to be looked through that a group had brought back from a scavenging expedition.  She busied herself going through the clothing; sorting what could be washed and used right away, what needed patching or repair, and what was only good for scraps or rags.  It was all in good condition, including several pairs of mens jeans that still had store tags on them.  It was a great find, they rarely came across anything that was still “new” after twenty years of post apocalyptic living.  

After taking everything to the laundry and starting a few loads in the washers she was startled when she ran, quite literally, into Ellie who was coming out of her work room as she was going back in. 

“I’m so sorry!”  She said, when she realized what had just happened.  

“S’no worry,” the girl said.  “I wasn’t paying attention.”  

“Were you looking for me?”  Y/N asked, gesturing at the doorway.  Ellie nodded and followed her inside.  

“Wanted to make sure you were okay.”  The girl stuck her hands in her pockets and scuffed her boots against the floor.  “Heard people talkin’.”  Y/N felt her heart drop into her stomach.  She sat down and scrubbed her hands over her face.  

“I was afraid of that.  Word spreads fast I guess.”  

“It’s mostly about Joel.”  Ellie told her.  “Some of the kids at school heard he killed a guy.”  

“What?” Y/N’s head snapped up in shock.

“Of course he didn’t,” she rolled her eyes.  “Tommy told me what really happened.  Didn’t want to, but he did anyway.  Joel just broke the guy's arm, but people are idiots.”  Y/N’s breath caught in her throat.  He broke his arm?  Ellie must have seen her confused expression.  “Oh, I guess you didn’t know that.”  She shook her head.  

“I didn’t.  I left pretty quickly.”  Ellie hopped up to sit on the work table, nudging Y/N’s knee with the toe of her boot.  

“But you know why Joel got so mad.  Tommy wouldn’t tell me but he let it slip you were there with him.”  

“Please, Ellie.  I really don’t want to talk about it.”  Just thinking about last night had tears prickling at the back of her eyes.  

“Well… The thing is,”  Ellie began, sounding uncomfortable.  “It’s my fault.”  

“Huh?  You weren’t there, of course it’s not.”  The girl chewed at her thumb nail.  

“I cut the lining in Joel’s coat.  So he would have to come see you.”  More confusion

rolled around in her head.  She thought back to the jacket, and how the seam had looked like it had been cut, instead of ripped like most of the repair jobs she received.  

“Why?” 

“Because he looks at you, watches for you.  And he listens when Maria or Tommy talk about you like he’s interested.  He pretends he isn’t but he is.”  Y/N didn’t know how to respond, too many thoughts happening all at once.  

“It still isn’t your fault, sweetheart.” She finally said.  “You didn’t make anyone say those horrible things to me.”  

“Ah-HA!”  Ellie jumped down.  “I knew it was something about you!  See?  Joel likes you and he like, defended your honor.  Like those dudes in your books.  But you got hurt and if I hadn’t ripped his stupid coat you wouldn’t have.”  Her fists clenched at her sides.  

“Ellie, sweetie,” she sighed.  “It would have happened sooner or later.  It’s something I’ve dealt with my whole life.  Maybe I thought Jackson would be a different kind of place, but the fact is there are folks that are gonna be nasty no matter where I go.”  She took one of Ellie’s hands into her own and loosened the girl’s fingers.  “You don’t need to carry that on your shoulders.”

“I heard Tommy tell Maria you looked so sad and hurt.  I would have broken more than that guy’s arm.”  For the first time since the whole ugly incident, Y/N laughed.  

“You know I really like you, kid.”  

“You don’t hate me?”

“Nah.  Can’t hate someone when they wanna break bones because some dumb guy was mean to you.”  Ellie’s face broke into a lopsided smirk.  

“Does that mean you like Joel?”  Busted.  

“You’re really sneaky.”  Ellie just shrugged and smirked more.  “I guess it does.  Is that okay with you?”  Another shrug.

“I mean, he’s grumpy as fuck and kinda old but I’m not stoppin’ ya.”  Y/N laughed again, and gave Ellie’s hand a gentle squeeze.  

…

She ended up working until all of the found clothing was washed, sorted, labeled, and stored.  Ellie had left her with a tangled web of thoughts, doubts, and confusion.  What did she mean that he looked at her?  Joel was nearly always on high alert, he watched everyone.  She couldn’t help but wonder if the teenager was setting her up, and the intrusive thoughts shamed her.  Ellie was rough around the edges, but she wasn’t malicious.  Still lost in her own swirling mind, she tidied up and left.  

The days were growing longer as spring edged winter out of Wyoming but it was still mostly dark for her walk home.  The dining hall was still crowded with people, so despite the hunger rumbling in her belly she decided against going there for dinner.  What if the man from last night was there?  She couldn’t stand the idea of running into him.  She was sure she had some bread and cheese left in her kitchen so turning away from the busy town center she started her commute back home.  

It was quiet on the street.  Some of the homes had lights on but they were mostly dark and silent.  She stopped in the road for a moment and looked up into the clear evening sky, the moon was only a sliver, but the stars were endless, and would only grow brighter as darkness fell more completely.  Something about the sight relaxed her, and she felt most of the tension of the last twenty four hours drop away.  Jackson was different, it wasn’t just like every other place in her life.  It wasn’t a cutthroat city, moving so fast you couldn’t stop even for a moment to take a breath.  It wasn’t a rapidly crumbling world, dissolving into disease and war.  It definitely wasn’t the QZ, full of men abusing their positions of power.  Jackson wasn’t perfect, but it was somewhere she was safe enough to pause and look up at the night sky to drink in its beauty.  

“‘Evening.”  Joel’s low voice called out from his porch.  She turned from the stars and smiled at him, leaning against a post and looking every bit the rugged cowboy from a story.  

“Hi.”  She noticed he was by himself.  “Ellie out with her friends?”  

“Movie night.”  For some reason his brief answers charmed her.  She really did like the man.  

“She came by to visit today.”  Y/N took a few steps towards him.  

“Yeah?”  She nodded.

“Had some interesting things to tell me.”  

“Did she?”

“Mmm-hmm.  Apparently that asshole left the bar with a broken arm.”  Joel’s stance went from relaxed to arms crossed across his broad chest.  

“Told you.  He got what he deserved.”  She stopped at the porch step, and tipped her head back to look up at him.  

“You know…no one’s ever stood up for me before.  I mean, I did my best before the world went to shit, but people like that…they like it when you react.  They want to see you get upset, so they know they have some kind of power over you.”  

“People like that are weak.”  His voice was hard.  “Gonna give me a hard time for bustin’ that guy’s arm?”  He looked ready for an argument.  

“No.”  Joel hadn’t expected that response.  

“Hmm.”  

“I don’t usually like violence, I’ve seen enough of it the last twenty years.  But I do like

you, Joel.”  The look in her eyes hit him hard and almost knocked him back on his heels.  “Ellie seems to think you like me too.”  She watched the muscle in his jaw tick.  

“She tell you that?”  

“Well, she says you look at me.”  

“You’re friends with my brother and his wife, you’re around.  Be rude to not look at you.”  

“So you asked me for a drink to be polite.”  He grunted.

“Not what I said.”  

“What are you saying, Joel?”  

“Why do you keep sayin’ my name like that?”  She put one foot up on the step.  

“Like what, Joel?” He gripped her arm and hauled her up to his level, but then seemed to regret the action and let her go like she had burned him. 

“I didn’t mean to…Sorry.”  He took a step backwards.  

“Joel.”  She reached out and touched his wrist.  “You don’t frighten me.”  

“I should.”  He looked at her with blazing eyes.  “You don’t know what I’ve done.”  She nodded in agreement.

“You’re right, I don’t.  But you don’t know what I’ve done either, what I’ve had to do to survive.”  Her right hand clenched and relaxed a few times at her side.  “I’m not here to ask you about what you had to do, and I’m sure as hell not ready to tell you everything about my past either.”  

“Then what are you here for?”  

“Just you.”  She looked down, suddenly shy.  “If you want me to be here, anyway.”  He lifted her chin with his finger.  

“I hate to prove that girl right,”  he said quietly.  “But I do.”  Y/N couldn’t help the nervous giggle that bubbled up in her throat.  

“Well here I am.”  Joel nodded and drew her closer.  

“You really are breathtaking, sweetheart.”

“I want to believe that,” she murmured.  “I’m trying to.”  She could see him looking at her lips, his tongue flashed out and wet his own.  “Please, Joel.” Her whispered plea broke him and he pressed his mouth softly against hers.  She clung to him like a burr, and for a brief moment he felt like a young man again, like they were just two ordinary people sharing a sweet first kiss on a spring evening.  It scared him, but the fear couldn’t overpower his desire to sink further into her embrace.  Something about this timid woman had wrapped around his heart and he didn’t want to try and unravel it.  After all he’d been through, maybe it was time he let himself finally try to find a little peace.  He gently pulled away and stroked his thumb over her neck where his hand had come to rest.  

“Would you like to come in?”  He asked her.  She smiled at him with a dreamy look in her eyes.  

“I’d like to say yes…”  

“But?”  He braced himself for rejection.  She cupped his cheek.  

“I’ve never…done this before.”  She felt her face heat up with embarrassment when she 

saw the meaning of her words sink in.  “I need a little time.”  He looked lost, like for the first time in a long time he couldn’t pretend he knew exactly what to do.  Y/N tugged him back down and kissed him again.  “Ask me again.  Maybe tomorrow.”  Joel’s lips quirked up in a half smile.  

“I can do that.”

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