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part 2 of the steddie fight steve whump - now with as-promised eddie whump 💕 part 1 here

Eddie isn’t a good man.

Steve thinks he is, Eddie knows. He says it all the time. Eddie thinks that good men don’t need to be announced as good men, that their goodness is obvious enough without anyone pointing it out, but he doesn’t want to argue about it with Steve. He hates when Eddie doesn’t see himself like Steve sees him, so he just does his best to be the person Steve thinks he is.

He did a spectacularly shitty job of that today.

He took it too far. Cut too deep. Knew it the second the words came out of his mouth, didn’t even need to see the color drain from Steve’s face as the blow landed, but he was treated to the sight anyway. He watched the angry flush fade into a sickly pale pallor as those long pretty lashes fluttered and that plush mouth parted in surprise, in shock, before Steve’s jaw had snapped shut so hard his teeth clacked.

And then it was gone. As quickly as the hurt had been written all over Steve’s face, it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Eddie hates when he does that, when he hides how he feels and refuses to share his hurt and sadness with Eddie, but can he blame him for concealing it? Can he demand to be shown it when he’s the one who put that expression on Steve’s face in the first place?

And the worst of it is - he’d felt a sick kind of satisfaction at the sight. And he hates himself for it now, with hindsight and self-awareness, feels disgusting for the way he’d reveled in the sense of victory he’d felt. He’d won. He’d hurt Steve and he’d won the argument by doing so, at least that round of it, had stopped their back and forth with one sentence, and he’d seen him fold in on himself and go ice-cold in a way Steve hasn’t been with him in a long, long time, maybe ever, not since they started this whole thing between them.

He’d taken the win while he had it, heard Steve say something about the guest room and rolled his eyes, Steve can be so dramatic when they fight. He’d turned tail and done the worst thing he could have fucking done, can’t even claim hindsight for this one because he’d known even as he was doing it that leaving then, when he’d been asked what he’d been asked and answered like he’d answered - he’d known it was cruel. Known it was salt in the wound, and he’d ground it in with a perverse satisfaction, slammed the door behind him and everything.

He took a couple walks around the block, chain-smoked half a pack of cigarettes, debated going to Gareth’s to rant and ramble and try to get somebody on his side even though he knows Gareth likes Steve more than he likes Eddie some days - his boy is too charismatic for his own good, won over all of Eddie’s friends with the slightest bit of effort.

He sat on the fucking curb and lost track of time quick, watched the darkening sky deepen until it was black and the streets were barren and his hands were frozen, until he’d thought himself into and out of every scenario possible, until all that was left to do was admit to himself how badly he fucked up.

Anger kept the guilt from setting in immediately, because he’d been so angry, so furious with Steve for - for–

He can’t even pick out what in particular pissed him off so much, and isn’t that rich? Because deep down, he wasn’t angry. Not really.

He was terrified.

Eddie’s been distant lately, he knows. He’s been taking more gigs and staying out later after them, he’s been working more shifts, he’s been hanging out with the band and saying he has ‘practice’ when really they’re just sitting around getting high and wasting time. Sometimes he doesn’t even give an excuse, just turns up late and acts like he can’t see the mix of worry-anger-hurt painted all over Steve’s face, he just wraps him up in his arms and covers his face with kisses and acts like they’re fine, like there’s not a tightness squeezing his heart so hard he’s afraid it’ll stop beating altogether.

He’s been pushing it too much. Disappearing too often. But he just doesn’t know how to explain it - the fear that settles bone-deep in him when he thinks about how happy he is for too long. If there’s one thing Eddie’s life has taught him, it’s that happiness and safety - all that shit is temporary. He’ll lose it eventually. It’ll get damaged somehow, he’ll piss someone off or do something wrong, he’ll break the delicate balance that’s afforded him a safety net and that net will disappear, and he’ll be left in a free-fall and forced to pick up his own shattered pieces when he lands, alone and hurt and starting all over yet again.

He’s so, so tired of starting over. 

So he’s been trying to…delay the inevitable, maybe. If he’s not around, Steve can’t be tired of him, right? And that’s not fair to Steve either, but Eddie’s selfish at the best and worst of times and he’s been prioritizing getting himself through this, has switched to survival mode so thoroughly that he’s not been able to recognize the only threat he’s trying to protect himself from is him.

Self-sabotage is a habit that’s deeply ingrained in Eddie. It’s the only thing he knows sometimes, the defense mechanism that feels like coming home, but when you grew up in a home like he did, sometimes familiarity isn’t safe, not like it should be.

It blinds him to everything and everyone, makes it so he doesn’t recognize he’s even doing it until it’s too late. Until he’s pushing everyone away and hurting the people he loves, until the person he loves most in the world is standing in front of him and yelling in their living room asking if Eddie wants to be here with him.

And that’s another thing, isn’t it? Of course Eddie wants to be with Steve. Of course he wants the comfort that comes with loving someone and being loved, but he can’t deny that that’s terrifying in its own right - that the idea of being tethered to something freaks him the fuck out. And he knows, he knows that’s part of the whole avoidance thing too - his heart searching for freedom where it can find it, loving Steve but being terrified of Steve at the same time, of what he means, of that string that keeps them together always, no matter what.

Usually the thought of that is wonderful and welcome and fantastic. Sometimes it’s something he absolutely cannot think about. And that leads him right back here, not fucking thinking and leaving Steve alone and acting like he’s done nothing wrong when he knows damn well he’s the fucking problem here.

Steve was yelling because Eddie hadn’t considered him. Eddie hadn’t thought of Steve, or his life with Steve, and Steve was angry about it. And he had every right to be. But all Eddie could see, could feel, had been a noose around his neck, a tie to something - to someone that felt like it was taking control.

Eddie had panicked, and he did what he does best - he ran.

Scorched earth, feet to the ground, bolted away from the issue the best he knew how, let himself sit in that self-appointed righteousness of finding an escape except he’d run from the one thing, the one person, he’d promised never to run from.

This is the downside of loving someone you know inside and out. This is the result of baring his soul to Steve and having Steve bare his back - he’s seen the delicate, vulnerable bits of that man and knows exactly where to strike.

Regret eats at him. How could he say that to Steve? How could he do this to Steve? Eddie knows his temper is mercurial at the best of times, knows his moods can change with the weather, but there’s no excuse for allowing them and his fear to take over like they had. It’s something he has to work on, he’s known it for a while, but this is the final nail in the coffin.

He’d thought he was past the worst of this, of his anxiety eating him alive and taking things from him, thought interdimensional monsters and almost dying and falling in love in the aftermath of it all meant that the mundane normal life shit would be easy, but the universe does so love to prove Eddie Munson wrong.

There’s nothing in the world worth losing Steve over. And sure, Eddie can be a coward, has cowardice in his goddamn blood some days, but if there’s anything worth being brave over, it’s the man waiting for him at home right now.

This is fixable, he tells himself. He’ll apologize. He’ll grovel and make it up to Steve and he’ll be glued to his goddamn side for the rest of their fucking lives if that’s what it takes. Anything to show him that Eddie didn’t mean it.

He wanders his way home with his metaphorical tail between his legs, hoping that he’s right - because Steve would be well within his rights to be tired of his shit by now. Steve would be more than justified in calling it quits over this - because it isn’t just one fight. This one fight was a culmination of issues and he sealed the deal with a fucking calculated attack and he has no idea what he’s about to come home to, not really, he’s just hoping that home still feels like home when he walks in the door, and he only needs Steve for that.

He doesn’t know what time it is when he makes it in. Just knows that the apartment is dark and shadowy and the only light in the place is in the hall, so he doesn’t call out to Steve. 

For a moment he’s terrified that maybe Steve isn’t here, maybe he left, but he knows that’s his modus operandi, not Steve’s, and besides, the guest room door is closed. He remembers what Steve had said, stone-faced and monotone, ‘I’m staying in the guest room tonight,’ and Eddie hates that Steve isn’t in their bed, but at least he’s here. Hopefully he’s asleep - and he feels like a piece of shit for hoping for it because he knows he just wants to avoid this conversation, even if Steve getting some rest would be a good thing. His baby doesn’t sleep too well. Neither of them do.

He shrugs off his jacket and hangs it up by the door, forgets to take his shoes off like always and desperately, desperately hopes that Steve will still be willing to bitch at him for it in the morning.

His heart is a stone that’s sunk down to his stomach. He doesn’t have words, had tried to craft something pretty to say on the walk home, but his theatrics won’t help him now and his sincerity is drowning in his guilt and he doesn’t know how to fix this. How does he apologize for this? Not just the fight today, but all of it? He’s got nothing but he knows he can’t let this sit like this, can’t stand it, can’t leave the two of them in this limbo and abandon Steve to whatever awful thoughts are swimming around in that pretty head.

He knows Steve. He knows his fears, his insecurities. He knows he hit them all like a fucking bullseye with a single sentence and the rest of his actions would have taken him down the rest of the way.

He left. He’s spent so long promising Steve that’s the one thing he would never do, that he’s a runner but never from Steve, and yet he’s slinking his way through their apartment after doing exactly that, hesitant and quiet as he can be but he’s terrible at being quiet, and he winces at the volume of the thunk that sounds when he pauses in front of the guest room and leans on the closed door.

He can’t hear Steve through it, but that doesn’t mean much - he could be lying awake, hoping Eddie just continues his path down the hall, hoping to be left alone and spared the groveling that Eddie knows he has to do. Could be that Steve doesn’t want to see him, doesn’t want to deal with him, just wants some peace after all the shouting they’d done earlier. Eddie wouldn’t begrudge him that.

But a bigger part of him, a worried part of him, knows that it’s unlikely.

No, the bigger part of him, the bit of him that’s tied to Steve Harrington’s heart, knows with almost certainty that Steve is lying on that unfamiliar bed wide awake. He knows he’s hurting, knows he’s upset, knows he wishes that Eddie would just come in and fix things. 

He presses his forehead to the door like he can transfer his thoughts through osmosis - he thinks it’s osmosis, he isn’t sure, science was the least strong of his not-strong suits, okay - and have Steve just know everything he wants to tell him, and then he shuffles the rest of the way down the hall to buy himself some time.

He changes into pajamas as he goes over everything he wants to say, trying to work it into something coherent and level-headed, but at this point he’s debating just falling to his knees and begging Steve to not leave him, which, well - he’s had worse ideas.

He doesn’t want to lose Steve. But he knows he might. Has to accept that as a possibility. Has to face that and resist the urge to deny it, to own that he’s royally fucked up and might lose the most important person in the world to him, even if the very idea makes him want to rip his heart out of his goddamn chest.

Call him dramatic. It doesn’t make it less true.

He pads his way back down the hall, the familiar orange glow from the dimmed light less a comfort and more like he’s walking down to a fucking gate to hell, and comes to a stop outside the guest room. He takes a breath, braces himself, and then raises a hand, knocking gently.

“Baby? You in there Stevie?” he asks, and he doesn’t get an answer, but when he quietly opens the door he catches the motion of Steve ducking his head down. He’s awake, then. Pretending not to be, but that’s okay - Eddie can work around that. 

He can’t make out anything but the rough shape of Steve in the bed - his own body in the doorway is blocking most of the light trying to illuminate the dark room. He knows the shape of that lump on a mattress, and he walks closer, almost reaching out - but he wouldn’t be able to stand it if he touched Steve and he flinched, or if he pulled away from his reach. So he pulls his hand back, and sinks down onto the edge of the mattress, and takes a deep breath, letting the silence sit between them.

And Eddie’s a goddamn coward, can’t even look at his baby, keeps his back to him in the dimness of the room so he doesn’t have to see the anger and the hurt as he tries to apologize for a hurt that he never should have caused. And he can’t see him, but he can hear him - he can hear the little hitches in his breath, the stutters of it, the soft trembles that Steve is trying to keep steady, and each one is like a stab to the fucking heart, and he really cannot fucking take this anymore, so–

“I know you’re awake,” he says, and Steve goes silent behind him. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. “Let’s just hash this out, huh? Get it over with.” He wishes Steve would yell. He wishes his baby would get all his anger and his frustration out and they could move on, he wishes Steve would get so fucking mad and lash out because Eddie deserves it– and he tries to stop that train of thought before it gets too off track because that’s mean, Steve isn’t like that to him and it’s not fair to expect it from him. Even if it would make things easier if he could just hope for an easy way out.

He takes a breath, and starts where he thinks is best, the only starting point he can really think of.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” Steve says, sharp voice a little rough, but it’s strong and it’s steady and something in Eddie relaxes a bit. Steve’s still mad. Eddie can work with mad.

“So you are awake,” he tries to joke, and it lands about as well as he thought it would.

“Yeah,” is what he gets back, and he lifts his head, tries to pick out the vague pattern of the popcorn ceiling above them in the dark. He can feel eyes on him, knows Steve’s staring him down.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, and Steve makes a soft, gutted sound from behind him. “What I said - what I did–” he shakes his head. “It wasn’t right. I should have never–”

“If you’re going to break up with me will you just get it over with?” Steve interrupts, snappy and frosty but his voice cracks something fierce, and hold on, what.

“Hold on, what?” he says aloud, like a dumbass, but sue him, he doesn’t know how else to express the utter confusion taking him over right now.

Steve scoffs at him, and there’s a shuffle behind him but Eddie’s moving too, finally turning and - oh.

Oh, no. Steve pushes himself to sit up and Eddie takes him in, his reddened puffy eyes and the tense set of his jaw, clenched so it doesn’t shake.

“I don’t need you to apologize for breaking up with me,” Steve says, crossing his arms over his chest, defensive, shoulders up to his ears, weight shifted back like he’s two seconds from lurching away from Eddie to wedge himself in the corner like that’ll keep him safe. And it’s so odd - it’s so wrong - to see Steve, the fighter, the one who punches first, so defensive, but he supposes it makes sense when the enemy is Eddie, and god, doesn’t that just feel like a kick in the fucking teeth. “If you don’t wanna fucking be with me anymore I get it, okay, I don’t need the spiel, I don’t need the whole it’s not you it’s me thing, just - just do it and get it over with and I can - I can move out, I’ll get out of the way and I’ll leave you alone and–”

“Shut up,” Eddie says sharply, and then cringes at himself because come on Munson, a little gentleness would be good right now, but he’s off-kilter in a way he didn’t expect. Steve flinches a little, but he stands his ground, eyes wide as he keeps them on Eddie. “Shut up, I am not - you thought I was breaking up with you?” 

Steve flails his arms a little, tossing them up. “Well - you - I mean–” he stutters, “why the fuck else are you here!”

“To apologize!” Steve freezes and stares at him like he didn’t know that option was even on the table. “Baby,” Eddie says, achingly soft, and he doesn’t stop himself from reaching this time, catching hold of Steve’s arm and pulling him close as he closes the distance between them both.

They’re on their knees on the mattress, crowded into each other’s space, and Steve won’t look him in the eye. “Steve,” he tries, but he just gets a minute shake of his head for his efforts. Steve isn’t touching him, fingers curling into tight fists in the space between them like he’s trying to keep himself from reaching out, but he isn’t pulling away from Eddie’s touch either so he keeps going. He skates his fingertips in a soft touch down Steve’s bicep, over his elbow, brushing along his forearm and feeling goosebumps pop up. 

He takes hold of Steve’s hand, rubs the back of it with his thumb, watches Steve’s gaze dart to where they’re touching as Eddie maps out the familiar pattern of Steve’s moles. Freckled even here, on these warm hands Eddie loves so much, these hands that are shaking faintly in Eddie’s gentle grip.

“You don’t gotta look at me,” he says softly, and he squeezes Steve’s hand tighter, “but please - please, angel, just listen to me, okay?” Steve’s breath hitches again, but he nods, and Eddie will take what he can get as he clasps Steve’s trembling hand between both of his own.

“Steve, I’m sorry,” he says, watching what he can see of Steve’s face, orange light slicing over his features from the doorway. Those eyes he loves are fixed on their hands and he can’t tell if he’s watching in fear or hope or both. “What I said…I didn’t mean it, okay?” And it sounds hollow to his own ears, so he tries again. “I just - I wanted to hurt you, and…” 

Steve gives a bitchy little eye roll and Eddie’s heart skips a beat, staring at his pretty, tear-stained face and clinging to that small glimpse of normalcy. “Well mission accomplished, I guess,” Steve says, bitter and sad, and Eddie groans softly.

“I know. I know, I’m sorry. Baby, I’m so fucking sorry. I can’t…I tried the whole time I was out to think of the right words to say but I just - I dunno how to explain it,” he says, frustrated with himself, and he feels the smallest little squeeze to his hand.

“Try,” Steve says, quiet, “...please,” and his voice cracks again and it feels like a fucking knife in Eddie’s stomach.

“I was scared,” he blurts out, and finally, finally Steve looks at him.

“...What?” His brows furrow, his mouth turns down, “scared of what?” “Of you,” he says, and that’s not quite right, and Steve’s face falls even more, looking nauseous.

“I’m sorry,” Steve croaks, and he tries to pull his hand away but Eddie just grips it tighter, “I’m sorry, Eddie, I shouldn’t have yelled like that or gotten mad and - and I would never hurt you, Eds–”

“Nonono, baby,” Eddie scrambles to interrupt, shaking his head so hard his hair flies around a little, “no, that’s not - I wasn’t scared of you like that.” He raises a hand, grabbing hold of Steve’s face, keeping their eyes on one another while he has the chance, “I meant - I was–” he makes a little frustrated sound, “...I was scared that I’d lose you,” he says, and God, fuck, thank God Steve is who he is and he knows Eddie how he knows him, because understanding starts to bloom in those bloodshot eyes.

“...And so you lashed out,” he whispers, and Eddie nods again.

“And so I lashed out.” Guilt paints his words. “And I’ve been avoiding you. Avoiding home. Staying away because - because if I’m not around then you can’t get annoyed, or tired of me, right? And that’s so fucking stupid, okay, I know it is, I’m a fucking idiot, really, biggest moron in the world, and a goddamn coward–”

“Hey,” Steve says sharply, and Eddie’s words die with a little whine in his throat. “You are not a coward. You’re the bravest person I know.”

“Dustin would like a word,” he shoots back, and Steve huffs, narrowing his eyes at him. Eddie gives him a small, self-deprecating smile.

“I just mean,” he soldiers on, “I’ve been doing wrong by you.” Steve looks away again. “And I’m sorry. I know I’ve been hurting you and I want to do better, Stevie, I do.” He squeezes Steve’s hand.

He watches as Steve rolls his lips in, biting them hard, his brows tight and his shoulders going tense again. Eddie wants to fill the space with his own chatter, pour out even more apologies, but he lets the silence sit - he lets Steve have the space to collect his thoughts, to think of what he wants to say.

Finally, he speaks. “It felt like you didn’t love me anymore,” Steve says, and Eddie can’t help the heartbroken little sound he makes.

“No,” he says fiercely, and he crowds into Steve’s personal space, takes his face in his hands and cradles his cheeks in his palms. “Absolutely fucking not, baby,” he insists, and Steve reaches up, covering Eddie’s hands with his like he’s trying to pull all the warmth from Eddie and into himself.

“What else was I supposed to think?” Steve asks, “you were just - you were gone all the time, and you never wanted to talk about it, and you were always busy with stuff that didn’t involve me and it was like you didn’t want to be around me anymore. And when we fought tonight I thought - I.” He cuts himself off, squeezes his eyes closed tight. “...I really thought that you might not come back,” he confesses, and Eddie pulls him even closer.

“You listen to me,” he says, soft but fierce, “and I know my word probably means shit to you right now, because I’ve been the biggest dumbass in the world and broken it, but I need you to hear me when I say this.” Steve opens his eyes, and Eddie stares into them. “I will always come home to you. Even if I’m being a fucking idiot. Even if I’m pulling a runner, if I lose my mind and bolt out of here again, I will come home.” Steve’s eyes go all watery, and Eddie gently catches the tears with his thumbs, brushing them from Steve’s cheeks.

“Swear,” Steve says, and there’s a desperation in his tone that Eddie wishes he could smooth away, but he knows that will take time. That will take dedication and patience and perseverance and goddammit, Eddie will use every ounce of all that he possesses if that’s what it takes. But for now he holds Steve’s gaze and he nods slowly, their faces just inches apart.

“I swear,” he tells him. “I swear to you, Steve Harrington, I will come home. And I will always, always fucking love you.” 

Steve gives a little sob. “I’m sorry,” he says, and Eddie shushes him.

“No, angel,” he tells him, shaking his head. “You got nothing you need to apologize for, okay?” Steve looks like he’s going to protest, but Eddie just shifts, pressing his lips to Steve’s forehead and lingering there as his baby works to catch his breath.

“Can we go to bed?” Steve asks, and he sounds exhausted down to his bones. Eddie nods.

“Of course, baby,” he says, and he pulls Steve from the guest bed - fucking terrible thing that it is, taking Steve from their room, from their space, the safe little corner of the universe that they’ve carved out together between their sheets. He guides Steve down the hall, tired and stumbling a little, his pretty hair in disarray - his baby didn’t even change first, seems like he just curled right up after Eddie left, he’s still in his jeans and everything. 

Eddie watches as Steve changes, stripping his clothes off with slow, lethargic movements, and for once they land in a heap on the floor - on top of his sneakers, and that makes Eddie’s heart do a funny little flip as he catches Steve’s hand to keep him from tripping over the damn things. A fond smile is teasing at Steve’s lips, and Eddie returns it.

They curl up together, close as they can get, unsure where one starts and another begins. Relief washes through Eddie as he gets Steve settled into the right bed this time. He buries his hand in Steve’s hair and Steve noses at Eddie’s throat, turns his head side to side in a slow rhythm that drags his lips over the same little sensitive spot on the underside of Eddie’s jaw. It’s not a kiss, not quite - just a touch. A reminder that Eddie’s still here. He’ll allow Steve to take as many reminders as he needs for as long as he wants.

“I’m sorry I yelled,” Steve whispers, and Eddie wants to tell him once again that he doesn’t have to apologize, but he knows this is important to Steve. So he just nods a little, careful not to dislodge him from the warm space he’s settled into at the curve of Eddie’s neck. 

“I forgive you,” he tells him, and a bit of tension leaves Steve’s shoulders. “I’m sorry I left,” he whispers, and he feels Steve’s lips part– “don’t say you forgive me yet,” he says before Steve can speak. “I got a lot more groveling to do, babylove, don’t you dare let me off the hook that easily. I was a fucking jackass. And I’m gonna make it right, and that’s gonna take time, and I know that, and that’s okay, because I’m in this for the long haul, alright?” 

Steve is silent for a few moments, weighing Eddie’s words. Eddie can feel the brush of eyelashes against his skin as his baby blinks slowly a few times. Then, gradually, the last of the tightness in Steve’s frame melts away.

“Actually I was gonna say I’m going to get one of those toddler leashes,” he says. “That way if you try to bolt I can just yank you back.” Eddie snorts out an ugly laugh, and Steve’s chuckle echoes his own, and he rolls them both until he’s got Steve under him. He just stares at him in the darkness for a few moments, watching his smile fade into something small and private.

“I love you so much,” Eddie says, and Steve’s hands come up, slipping beneath Eddie’s shirt to rest on the bare skin of his back, fingertips tracing up and down the dip of his spine. “There’s nowhere in the world I wanna be than right here with you.” Steve hums softly and closes his eyes, and Eddie knows it’s going to take more than just a few pretty words to prove this to Steve. That’s okay. Eddie’s stubborn. He can stick with it as long as it takes.

“I love you too,” Steve says back, and Eddie leans down, nudging his nose gently into his baby’s. Steve’s scrunches up, and Eddie presses a quick kiss to it just to hear him laugh, then shifts, brushing his lips against Steve’s. 

Steve sighs soft and warm into it, lips parting, and Eddie kisses him slow, devotion pouring out of him and into Steve. And he takes it all - gasps and moans quietly against Eddie’s mouth, lax beneath him, letting Eddie nip and bite and suck and soothe at his lips, his tongue, hand slipping to Steve’s side - not to start anything. Just to touch. Just to feel. To prove to himself that he’s still able to touch this beautiful man, that he’s still allowed this wonderful, dizzying love that he’s stumbled into.

They fade like that, both tired, Eddie’s weight slowly sinking down until he’s resting atop Steve. Steve’s arms come around him fully until he’s hugging him around the waist, and their mouths slip from each other’s to land in the spaces of their shoulders and throats instead, nosing into the warmth and familiarity of the person they love.

And things aren’t fixed - they aren’t perfect. But they’re working on it, and that’s enough.

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[intoanotherworld23]

Supposed To Be Like This

Pairing: Reader x Javier Pena

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, this is passionate smut and sex, unprotected sex, p in v, swear words, verbal fighting

Summary: The only rule was to never catch any feelings for one another, but both of you break that rule

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"Can't you get it through your head I don't want you Y/N." His words like poison to your ears a lump forming in your throat. "I can't fucking stand you."

"I know that's not true." You bit back refusing to believe any words he told you. "You don't mean any of that."

"It is one hundred percent the truth." He spat as his blue eyes looked deep into yours.

"Stop playing these games and admit the real truth." Your voice well above a normal tone now as you felt yourself becoming more upset.

"I don't know what else I have to say to you." He rolled his eyes as he paced around throwing his hands up. "I don't fucking want to be with you."

"Don't believe you." Sniffling as you tried to stand your ground on his true feelings for you. "I know exactly how you feel about me."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He scoffed in disbelief as he looked your figure up and down. "Do you hear yourself?"

"Do you hear yourself?" Repeating his question back to him making him quiet down his shoulders tensing.

"Can't you see I don't want to be with you Y/N." His tone hushed and calmer making your lower lip tremble.

"Stop lying to yourself Javi." Feeling a tear roll down your cheek his eyes watching the liquid fall to the ground. "You and I both know the truth."

"Your delusional." No matter how harsh his words were you weren't backing down on this matter.

His cheeks were starting to turn a shade of red, and you knew he was becoming overwhelmed. He never wanted to admit to himself that he was falling for his co worker and best friend. No matter how much his heart and mind were telling him to tell you the truth.

It was supposed to just be a short fling nothing serious. Next thing you know the two of you are around each other more than you expected. In fact the two of you depended on one another, and felt lost and empty when the other wasn't there.

The sex was absolutely mind blowing you could feel it all the way in your toes. There was never a moment when you two weren't trying to touch each other in some way. Sneaking off to empty rooms to have your way with each other.

Everyone at work was constantly questioning both of you, and were suspicious something more was going on. Of course both of you denied what everyone else was gossiping about. They even teased the two of you saying you were secret lovers.

Both of you standing there looking at each other silently pushing the other to talk. The only sounds that could be heard was his heavy breathing, and your heart pounding in your chest.

"This wasn't supposed to happen like this." He finally spoke as he sat down on the bed hands in his lap. "None of this was supposed to happen."

"You think I was prepared for any of this to happen?" Your question rhetorical as you stepped in front of him now. "But I can't hide it from you."

"We both agreed no feelings and no attachments." Reminding not only you but himself on the rules you set in place.

"I guess I broke the number one rule we made." Confessing to him feeling his hands moving up and down your hips. "You did too."

"We should have never done this." Grabbing one of your hands looking at your fingers as he softly kissed your knuckles. "But I don't regret any of it."

"I'm sorry cariño." He spoke as he lifted his head to look up at you hands grabbed your hips pulling your body towards him so you belly button was aligned with his nose. "I was being a dick."

"Yes you were." You agreed making him smile as you felt him press his forehead against your stomach holding you close. "I'm sorry too."

"For what?" He quizzically looked at you scrunching his eyebrows in confusion.

"For forcing you to confess your true feelings for me." Looking down ashamed not wanting him to see you tearing up again. "I was wrong for pushing you like that."

"No you weren't." His words surprised you as he looked at him his eyes glued to yours. "I needed you to push me."

"Do you hate me?" Timidly asking him as you felt the tears threatening to spill a look of panic washed over him seeing you become distraught.

"God no of course I don't hate you." A hand reached up to caress your cheek moving to your jaw cupping it in his hand leaning into his touch.

Staring down at him as you felt him pressing his lips to your stomach. Tangling your hands in his hair as he slowly lifted the sides of your shirt so he could feel your skin. A tingle running up your spine with such a soft touch.

Standing up his eyes locked on yours as he grabbed your hands in his. Turning you around so your back was facing the bed. Laying down so he was on top of you his mouth attaching to your lips.

His kisses were slow and sensual a passion surging through his body into yours. It felt like the world was slowly turning, and you never wanted it to end. The air was thick and heavy with lust.

Your hands wrapping around his back to be sure to keep him close to you. Wrapping your legs around his waist as you felt him gently grinding his front against yours. A whimper leaving your lips when you felt his hardening erection press into you.

"God I want you so badly sweetheart." Whispering in your ear as a hand reached to grab your thigh rubbing the skin up and down.

"Then take me." Looking directly into his eyes as your chest was heaving up and down already out of breathe.

"You drive me crazy." He mumbled he he sat up lifting his shirt off his body your eyes moving down his toned body.

Leaning on your elbows as you watched him pulling his pants off. Biting your lower lip as you felt a wet spot forming in your panties. Squeezing your thighs together trying to ease the pressure between your legs.

Lifting yourself up pulling your shirt off tossing it to the side. Reaching back. To unclasp your bra exposing your breasts the cold air hitting them your nipples becoming erect. His eyes roamed your figure up and down licking his lips as he did.

"You are so beautiful cariño." Shaking his head in disbelief that you were actually his.

"Oh shut up." You shook your head with a smile making him smirk at you.

"I've never seen a more beautiful woman than you." His voice soothing every insecurity you've ever had knowing he wasn't lying when he said this.

Leaning forward his lips attached to your collarbones kissing the flesh making you lean your head back. Biting your bottom lip to the point you almost drew blood.

His kisses moved to your chest sucking on both nipples leaving behind a string of saliva. Swirling his tongue around the hardened nub until he softly bit down on it making you giggle as you swatted his shoulder.

Moving further down under the breast making you moan as you wrapped your hand around his neck. It was like he was paying attention to your body, and wanting to hit all your sweet and soft spots.

"Oh god Javi." Whispering as his kisses moved down to your stomach moving his tongue along your flesh.

“Say my name again cariño.” Loving the way his name dripped from your lips.

“Javi.” Saying his name much more sensually.

Looking up at you his hands gripped your shorts slowly pulling them down your legs. Spreading your legs apart he kissed the insides of your thighs getting closer to where you wanted him to touch you the most.

"Fuck you're dripping." He groaned as he looked between your legs to see exactly how wet you were for him.

Laying down fully on your back as he stripped you of your panties. Letting your senses take over you as he pressed a firm kiss against your folds.

A hand reaching down to grip his hair as he placed his tongue to your clit, and swirled it around making your hips jolt.

"Still so delicious for me." He growled as he spread your folds apart to get a closer look at you making your cheeks feel like they were on fire. "I have to have you now."

Sitting up on his knees he grabbed your ankles pulling them apart. Stroking his cock a few times maintaining eye contact with you the whole time watching as your body writhed on the bed silently begging him.

"Please fuck me Javier." Whining as you reached out to grab him a grin appearing on his face.

"I'm not just gonna fuck you." His tone soft and sensual as he rubbed your upper thighs. "I'm gonna make love to you."

Leaning forward grabbing the base of his cock rubbing it up and down your soaked entrance. Mouth hanging open as he watched you grind your hips up and down motivating him to push in.

"Fuuuck me." Moaning as he slowly pressed all the way inside of you breathing heavily as you adjusted around him.

"Know how to take me so well sweetheart." His eyes searching yours for any signs of discomfort, and he found none. "God you feel so good."

"Move Javi please." Hearing the use of his call sign has him rutting his hips back, and pushing forward again.

"Pussy driving me crazy." He groaned as he leaned forward on his hands on either side of your face. "This pussy is all mine cariño."

Giggling at his possessive words as you moved your hands from his arms to his thighs. Feeling your body move against the bed with every thrust that he made. His body sweating on top of yours trapping you in his heat.

"Just like that." Crying out as you felt his tip ran into your sweet spot his motions never ceasing. "Oh god just like that."

"I love hearing you beg for my cock." Smirking down at you as he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck kissing and sucking on it until blood was rising to the surface.

The grip he had on your hips had you feeling pain, but it was also heightening the pleasure. Feeling your skin burn as he hold onto a section of flesh.

It had your toes curling making your pussy clench around Javier’s cock. This experience was so much more intimate and passionate than anytime before.

Feeling his cock twitching inside of you knowing he's close. He was trying to hold himself back and wanted to wait until you felt your release.

It was a matter of seconds before your body was going to explode in ecstasy. Whimpers and moans slipping past your lips unable to control yourself anymore.

"Cum all over my cock sweetheart." Saying as he pulled out and drilled all the way in making you scream as you gripped his back dragging your nails down leaving marks.

"Wanna watch that pretty face come undone." His cheeks were red and a bead of sweat was forming on his forehead. "It's my cock that's making you feel so good."

Leaning up his hands pushed against your inner knees keeping them open as he snapped his hips into yours. Feeling his cock all the way in your stomach.

Watching as your breasts moved back and forth a hand reaching down to grab one, and pinch the nipple making you gasp.

"Could stay like this all day." Grunting as he looked down to where you two were connected.

Following his eyes as you looked down watching as his thick cock disappeared inside of you. Seeing your juices coating him as he pulled out making a squishing noise.

"Javi." Crying out his name as you felt a coil in your stomach making you snap as you arched your back.

"Fuckin a baby." He groaned as he snapped his cock deep inside staying there as he coated your walls with his cum.

His body laying limp on top of yours before giving your forehead a quick kiss. Rolling over so he was laying next to you both of you out of breathe.

"I'm sorry." He shakily spoke as you turned to look at him a tear running down his cheek. "God I'm so sorry."

"What I said before." He started to say as he took a gulp watching his Adam's apple bob. "I didn't mean any of it."

"I know you didn't." Nodding your head fully believing he was being a dick on purpose.

"I just wanted to say-." The words stuck in bud throat but you knew what he was wanting to say.

"Javi I know." Turning your body so it was facing him as you placed a hand on top of his sweaty chest. "I love you too.

"I love you so much Y/N." Turning to face you grabbing your face placing his soft lips on yours.

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Babys Breath, vi

pairing: bob floyd x seresin!florist!reader

summary: Bob stumbles into the nearest florist to the funeral he’s attending and, unknowingly, charms Jake Seresin’s sweet younger sister with all the anxious charm he possesses.

warnings: everyone calls reader “sunshine”, fluff!!!, protective older brother jake??, horrible descriptions of the navy, warnings will differ depending on chapter, no use of y/n or description of reader, not proofread 

word count: 836 words

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Your mouth dropped at the sight of Jake leaning against your car, squeezing Bob’s hand like your life depended on it. Jake looked like he was ready to tear the two of you into shreds and Bob looked like he was ready to defend you at all costs.

“You know I came out here to apologize for being an asshole. For not believing you. And here you are, doing exactly what you fucking said you weren’t doing.” Jake laughed, using all the self control he had to not lash out. 

“Actually, she only said she wasn’t texting me.” Bob interjected, holding onto  your hand just as tight to let you know he was there.

“Oh shut the fuck up, Bob.” 

“Don’t speak to me like that, I’ve done nothing in this situation.” Bob stood up for himself, squeezing his free hand into a fist. Seeing firsthand how Jake was speaking to you made him increasingly more mad, the more words that came out of his mouth the more Bob just wanted to resort to violence.

“Jake, let's speak about this at home.” You felt small, he had never been this mad at you before and the last thing you wanted to do was make it worse. Maybe, just maybe, if you removed Bob from the situation you could talk it out and fix it all.

“No, Sunny. We’re having this conversation here, in front of your little boyfriend.” Jake motioned towards Bob, his face turning a bright red.

“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry? Because I'm not, Jake. Bob isn’t like the other guys you try to protect me from.” You rationalized, trying not to break into tears over the situation. 

“Have you told him?” Jake asks, the calmest he’s been all night.

“No, leave it alone.” You knew what he was referring to, the situation that’s caused Jake to be so overbearing. You hadn’t told anyone, nobody needed to know. 

“Tell him.” 

“Jake, stop. This isn’t the time or place for this.” If you had felt small before you felt even smaller now. Your breath quickening, palms sweaty and mind racing. It was too much and he knew it.

“I’ll do it. So basically, Bob-“

Before Jake could continue his sentence, the free hand that Bob had balled into a fist connected with his cheek, he scrunched his face as he hadn’t realized it hurt to punch someone. Jake brought his hand to his cheek, rubbing it softly and grunting in pain. 

“She said no, what is it with you and being such an asshole to fucking everbody? Jesus Christ, Hangman.” Bob let go of your hand and walked closer to Jake, possessed by some sort of confidence he’d never had before. He dealt with the asshole attitude enough of work, eventually somebody had to take it down a notch or two. “Don’t fucking speak to her again unless you’re apologizing.”

You stood there awkwardly, watching your brother being threatened. In another world maybe you would’ve interrupted and talked it out, stepped in between the two of them to avoid an actual fight. But right now, you felt like he deserved this. No amount of brotherly love excused the way he’d spoken to you, or Bob. If anything, you wish Bob had landed more than one punch. You’d whispered something about wanting to go home, your words didn’t feel like yours. Everything was still spiraling and it was overwhelming.

“My place or yours?” Bob whispered, turning back to you and wiping away a tear you didn’t even know had fallen. “Come on.”

You ended up at your place, setting your things on the coffee table in the living room and sitting on the couch. You rubbed your hands up and down your jeans, trying to self regulate just a little bit. Bob was moving around the house behind you, it was all just a blur and you were more focused on yourself. A glass of water was placed on the table in front of you, the couch dipping as he sat down next to you. He smoothed down your hair, placing a small kiss on your temple.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, leaning his forehead against the side of your head.

“For what?” You asked, taking the glass of water and just holding it in your hand. Contemplating if you wanted a drink or not before taking a sip.

“Him, my punching, me. All of it.” He responded, moving his hand from your hair and rubbing your back.

“It’s not your fault, Bobby. I did it, I should’ve known it was going to blow up sooner or later.” You leaned against him, placing the glass back on the coffee table.

The front door opened, you didn’t need to look to know it was Jake. He walked right past the two of you and into his room, closing the door behind him without uttering a single word. He didn’t apologize to anyone if he thought he was right, and he thought he was right. 

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The Things We Could Never Change

Chapter 2 Part 2

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The Day after... it's not always terrible.

Noah:

I woke up, flat on my back, head off the pillow, but the blanket over top of me. As my vision cleared, Sophie was nowhere to be seen. My heart started pounding, thinking maybe she regretted last night; the things we did, the things I said. Was it all too much and she felt pressured or overwhelmed? My head was starting to panic. I ran my hands over my face, trying to convince myself everything was okay, but it didn't help. I sat up, looking around for my shirt only to remember that I'd used it on Sophie, making me remember the corner I threw it in; it was still there.

A big smile swept over my face. Looking over at the desk, still disheveled from Sophie's beautiful body sprawled out all over it, I crawled over to it and opened the right side drawer. Her black panties were still there, right where I'd put them. "Good girl," I thought to myself, grinning. I sat back against the couch, remembering the way she tasted, and the way she felt the moment I entered her for the first time. Her tightness hugged me so well, and her wetness made it so easy for me to slide in and out, that just thinking about it was making me hard. I ran my hands through my hair, standing up and slipping my shorts on.

I needed to find Sophie and make sure everything was good between us, especially now that she knew the truth about me and Sarah. I needed to know if she was still willing to commit herself to me, to us, with this kind of baggage attached, but first I needed a shower. My stomach suddenly hurt, the anxiety nipping away on the inside and it felt like there was a giant hole in me. I needed to fill that hole. I need my girl.

Jolly:

"So he told you everything then?" I asked Sophie, setting a hot cup of coffee down in front of her. Nicholas and Folio sat on either side of her and Matt was leaning against the wall behind them, listening to her tell us what had happened last night. 

"Yeah, he did. And I swear to god, if the woman does anything more to hurt Noah again I will," Sophie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Let's just say I won't play nicely," she admitted, picking up the hot cup and taking a sip. "I think I would fucking pay to see that shit go down," Matt laughed. "I have no doubt you'd kick Sarah's ass. She's one of "those" girls anyway." 

Sophie raised her eyebrows. "Those girls?"

"Yeah, you know the "Oh my God I chipped a nail and smudged my mascara" girls." 

Sophie busted out laughing at Matt's imitation of Sarah. I had to admit, he wasn't too far off. 

"By the sound of things last night, it seems like you and Noah are in a good place though, right?" I asked, peering up at her, hoping I didn't embarrass her too much.

Sophie's face turned bright red as she covered her face with her hands.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so, so sorry. I told Noah,"

"No, no, no, don't apologize. That's not what I mean," I said chuckling. I reached out and took her hands away from her face and laid them flat on the counter. 

"You made Noah happy last night Sophie. You've been making him happy for the last eight months. We've never seen him like he is when he's with you." 

She looked around at the others and they all nodded. "It's true," Matt agreed. "Even with Sarah, he wasn't this happy. He's different since being with you. It's like you bring out the best in him." Nicholas took Sophie's hand as he smiled kindly at her. 

"I don't know what to say, guys. I'm flattered, honestly. I'm just doing what feels natural; feels right. It's really easy for me to be the way I am when I'm with Noah. I've never had that feeling before and it's so different than how it was when I was with," she stopped, looking down and rubbing her eyes with her fingers. Sophie tried her best to fight the tears that were coming. I rubbed her hand as Folio pulled her into him, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She embraced him fully, laying her head on his chest. I admired their relationship; it was deep and the exact thing Sophie needed in times like this. 

"Is there something we should know," Folio asked her softly. Sophie nodded. "Please don't say anything to Noah. He doesn't need to know right now with all that he has going on, but Perry's been texting me for the last week. He's been apologizing non-stop, begging to meet so he can apologize to my face, and saying things like he understands what he's done to me was horrible and unsafe." She sniffed, wiping her cheeks with her fingers.

"Please tell me you don't really believe that nutcase, Sophie," Nick sighed, handing her a tissue. "No! Of course not. I mean a part of me wants to. I was going to tell Noah when I got the very first text, but that was the day Matt called him, so I never got the chance to."

"Thanks a lot, Matt. You really fucked things up," Folio joked, playfully shoving Matt in the chest. He nodded holding his arms up. "It's fine, I'll fully take the blame. Sorry, I screwed things up for you, Soph." 

"You didn't," she chuckled, dabbing her nose with the tissue. "I can't tell him now. I'm afraid he'll lose it. Just the mention of Perry's name gets him upset. I don't want to know what he'll do when he finds this out."

"That's because seeing you the way we did that night really messed him up, Sophie," Folio explained. "Noah only remembered your face from the show and the connection the two of you had. When you showed up at that bar all bruised and bloody, it messed with his head. It wasn't until we got you home and he saw the marks on your body that he got pissed. I thought the man was going to hunt that asshole down himself and do only god knows what to him, but thankfully he listened to me." 

"What did you say to him?" There was dead silence. I looked over at Nicholas, who was looking at Matt, who was looking at Folio, who was staring straight at the countertop. "Nick, what did you say to him," Sophie pleaded, leaning forward and touching his arm. "I didn't say anything to him," Folio confessed, lifting his head and trying to hide his grin. "I'm so confused." Sophie shook her head and sat back, crossing her arms. 

"He fucking bitch slapped Noah in the face, is what he did," Matt spewed out." I held my laugh, remembering the look on Noah's face that night, and busted out laughing anyway. "Dude, it was way too funny," Nicholas said, laughing as he retold what happened. "The look Noah had afterward was hilarious. I thought he was going to choke the shit out of Folio, but just turned around and went to take a shower." 

"Oh, shit. What did he do after that? Anything?" 

"Nah. He was chilled afterward. Just paced a lot and worried about you. He did go up to see you at one point the next night; don't know if you remember that. He stayed with you until the following day and that's when you finally came down." Sophie looked as if she remembered that day all too well. 

"Noah told me he loved me last night," she said, a bright smile lighting up her once-fallen face. "See," Nicholas nudged her with his shoulder. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Noah may seem angry and aggressive a lot," "Because he is," Matt and Folio both said at the same time. Sophie's eyes grew wide as she turned to look at them both. "But," I said, pulling her attention back to me, "he does most of it for defense. Most of the time he's just afraid of getting hurt; just like you." 

She nodded, seeming to understand. "You need to tell him, Soph. He'll understand." 

"Tell him, who, what?" Noah asked, walking into the kitchen and clasping his hands down on my shoulders. He was freshly showered and staring at Sophie like she was the only person that mattered in the room and the smile he wore suited him. It thrilled me to see it; it had been too long.

"What are we talking about?" 

"Um," she looked over at me and I half smiled, nodding my head a little to give her some encouragement.

"Well, can I tell you later? Why don't you get some breakfast first?" Sophie looked like she was about to cry and Noah seemed to catch on. He went to her taking her face in between his hands and kissed her forehead before giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "Sure. We should talk later," he agreed, giving her a reassuring smile. 

"So, does this mean we can officially call Sophie your girlfriend? Like for real life?" Noah gave Nicholas the most confused look, but instead of asking, he just grinned, taking Sophie's hand. "Yeah, I guess it does. As long as Sophie is okay with it." Sophie nodded. "Yeah I'm okay with it," she approved, smiling up at Noah. "Alright! For real life now, Sophie and Noah are a couple," Nicholas clapped his hands together. "Dude you're so weird sometimes," Noah laughed, throwing a quick punch to Nick's stomach, making him flinch. Today was going to be a good day.

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Love Song (Tommy's POV)

Part Nineteen: No Harm

Part Eighteen out of Twenty-One (Or Twenty-Two, haven't decided yet) Author's Note: Sorry for how short this is, and sorry for not responding to any of your guy's comments on the last part. I did read them, but I've been pretty overwhelmed with work recently and it just felt like Too Much. Description: Tommy formulates a plan. Warnings: language, references to trafficking, and poetic rambling Word Count: 1559 (again, I'm so sorry.) Tag List: @theshelbyslimited  @ttaechi  @weaponizedvirtue  @majesticcmey  @optimisticsandwichgladiator  @zablife  @princesssterek  @mm0thie  @callsignvenus @ay0nha  @mgdixon  @fairytale07 @dreamy-caramel  @ce1iat  @algae-tm @dragonsondragons @trentknd @nothingofsimplicity @babayaga67 @shelbydelrey @globetrotter28 @look-at-the-soul @notalxx @chaengist @cookiez56-blog @skxawngs @h0neylemon

I thought nothing would bring me to my knees like that night. A sapphire on bloodied, pale skin. A gunshot ringing in my ears. Bones cracking beneath my brother’s hands. Glass shattering on the man with the gun. Her weight going dead in my arms. I turn women into martyrs. Does that say more about me or of them? Do we care too deeply for each other, or do we care too little about ourselves that a sacrifice comes easy? 

Once Arthur pulls the bullet from the muscle in my shoulder and once the blood is stemmed, I stand, stagger forward, and almost fall. He catches me with an arm around my back and mutters like a madman, words thick and full of anger. “Where did they take her, brother? Where did they take her?” 

He shakes me to break me out of the stupor I swim in. My gaze stays rapt on the door where I last saw her, where a group of hardened men walked her out. She went willingly and I sat and watched. I did nothing to protect her. 

“I don’t know, Arthur,” I say quietly. “I don’t know where.” 

He shakes me roughly again. “You giving up? You letting that woman get taken by the kind of men who think little girls are all grown up and ready for them? She’s not fucking dead, Tom, use that head of yours and go get her out of there.” 

There’s one person in this damned city who could tell me where to hunt. One person with the knowledge of quiet transportation, stealing someone from their fate, bringing them home or into hell. Whether he’ll give me the gift of his advice and help me take her back; that’s a gamble. That’s the game I have to play, and I know for a fact that he will play it, too, toy with me the way I toy with others. Smart as I am, that man. Smarter, even. 

I nod slowly and Arthur releases me. I pull a cigarette from its box in my pocket and light it, an excuse to take a deep, smoke-filled breath. An expectation lingers in Arthur’s watchful eyes. 

I turn to look at him, faint mirth twitching my lips. “You’re not going to like this.”

—

“Good morning, Mr. Solomons.” Seven hours since they took her. Seven hours since she was walked out of Arrow House and placed in a car and driven off somewhere where hell and earth merge. And I am wasting time with pleasantries, because Alfie has a propensity towards what he refers to as ‘tittle-tattle.’ 

“Yeah, it is.” He meanders from the window over to my desk, placing a hand on it, leaning his weight on the wood despite the cane in his other hand. “You’re lucky I was passing, weren’t you, because you still seem to believe that you are some god from some religion that has the power to summon up Jews of a particular standing.”

I nod vaguely, wait for him to continue, picking bits of information from his phrasing. Confusing man, he is, with a habit of mixing metaphors and twisting his own words. He takes patience, like a stallion who’s learned he’s bigger than the rest. 

“I’ve heard that you took in a girl, didn’t ya, who’s opened her legs to just about every man I’ve met from France! Now, that’s something, now isn’t it? You, a man of some standing, and a girl who used to go from place to place with a collar around her throat and someone begging her to use one of her holes. Now, I don’t know which one she used for you, but word is, she’s got you wound tight. You do know how many of them there are, don’t you? I could get you a man, I could, who would bring you any girl you like. White slaves, and all, you know the like.” He sits down on the chair beside me. Light shines in from the window across from us and plays in his bright eyes, serving to make them almost transparent. “Best thing to do, mate, is to forget about her and stop asking those questions and killing those men, right? You’ve been fucking around with the slavers, now haven’t you, you silly boy?”

I raise my eyebrows and stand, walking over to the windows to stare out at the grounds. “You’ve been keeping tabs.”

“Yeah, well, I was curious, now wasn’t I?” His mouth twitches, not into a smile, but sideways, thoughtful. 

The sentiment hovers between us. That I had stepped lower than my standing to be with a woman who hadn’t a clue about the life I live. He doesn’t realize who she is and how easily her world merges into mine. Basic understanding stays preserved through the horrors we both have witnessed. And now, for the first time, she needs me, instead of the other way around. She can’t protect herself against something as big as the organization she’s been taken by. 

“Then you should know, Alfie, that she can survive it.” I keep my back to him, one hand on the sill, the other in my pocket. 

“Just like you did when you came back from France and like your fucking family did when they put the nooses around their necks. Eh? Just like that, right?”

“Just like that, yes.” I turn to face him, walking forward to put both hands on my desk, looking down at him. “She will survive, and we will bring her home.” 

“Yeah, about that, there’s someth—”

“You will be properly compensated once the job is done, Alfie.” I look down at the desk, working my jaw. Reaching down, I slide a piece of paper towards him. “You’ll find the sum appropriate.”

He pulls his spectacles out of his suit jacket, his hand trembling slightly, and peers down through them at the paper. He looks back up at me, eyes bright. “I do, yeah, I do. Suppose you want a miracle worked, do you?”

“Something like that.” I step back, drawing myself up and taking a deep breath, eyes still on the paper. 

I pay for her life, for her freedom, in the same way men pay for her body and their own pleasure. It brings a boiling sensation to my stomach and my jaw tightens slightly.

“If you asked, I wouldn’t fuckin bring you a woman.” Alfie shakes his head. “Not from them, anyway.”

“I know.” I move around the desk and sit down next to him again. “While I waited for you to arrive, I formulated a plan.”

—

I don’t believe in God. 

I once talked to Him while I stood in my grave. I asked Him to give me a reason and He never could. He looked down on the End and he saw that it was Bad. He turned his back on me, and I turned mine on him. An eye for an eye, like the bible says. 

I believe in poets and I believe in lovers. I believe in soldiers and I believe in hatred. I believe in the innocent and the guilty and the men and women and in-between who fought for the right to their lives. I believe in Her. 

I know we are not soulmates because I can’t feel what She feels, not at all. We will love each other on purpose when this is all over. We will choose to fight for each other like we do now. We will stop sacrificing for the other and start building. 

I don’t believe in God. 

This life, this brief glimpse of heaven on Earth, this is all we fucking get. Not what we expected but what we have, and for Her, I would waste this one life on fighting. I would go back into that tunnel, that birth canal, and I would defuse and defuse and defuse and light and light and light until there were bombs under the men who keep Her and a pathway for Her to crawl through, back through my grave, my mother’s womb, and out into the world. 

I have always had a hatred for Cain. Am I my brother’s keeper? Yes. We are our family’s keeper. It is being human that bonds us together, and to kill kin is to kill yourself. I have tried to do both, accidentally, on purpose, the line blurs. I understand him, though, in a way. If I was not in God’s good graces, I would want to wander. I would want to roam. His punishment was wanderlust and still, there is more to see. Always more, more, more. No place to go but everywhere. 

I don’t believe in God. But I believe in Her. 

A defiant act of creation, both haunted and holy, chaotic mess of joy and fear and memories pounding between temples. She is the reason I get up in the morning, and She is the reason I can sleep at night. Like every beautiful thing, She is poisonous, and I know those who bite into Her flesh will feel Her wrath. 

There is an intimacy beyond sex or love to self-destruction, and I promise to Her that I will not give to it. I will give to Her and only Her. She saw the worst of me and hardly flinched. 

I don’t believe in God.

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[ashwhowrites]

The devil is female

⚠️Angst - part 2 in discussion

18+ smut-

Switch edgy reader x switch Eddie

Mentions of cheating, language

I have a problem with Eddie having affairs

Master-list

The devil wasn't a stranger to Eddie Munson. He was known to worship the devil. Even created by the devil himself and sent Eddie to handle his work.

Eddie didn't fear the devil. Especially when the devil looked like her.

He didn't care that he found himself dancing with the devil. Even laughing with the devil. He found himself fucking the devil which lead to greater issues at hand.

Falling in love with the devil because the devil is female.

~~

Eddie met her in the most romantic place of them all- a sex shop.

He was looking at all the different types of toys that lingered on the walls. Eyes twitching in excitement and his head was filling with nasty ideas he could do to his girlfriend.

Black thick whips that he could use to turn her ass red, after his own hand of course.

Handcuffs to trap her hands behind her back as he fucked her throat, brutalizing and ruining her.

Thick and long dildos, he could just imagine pounding into her cunt as he shoved the toy in her ass. Mocking her for being so slutty she had to be filled in both holes.

His eyes wandered to the toys she could use on him as well.

Ball gags to keep him quiet as she milked his cock for the fifth time in a way.

A strap with the same dildo he used to fuck her ass, now being slammed into his.

Cock rings and cock cages to keep him in line as she tortured him.

"You seem very intrigued with our collection here."

He jumped as he heard a voice behind him, almost like it was on his shoulder.

He whipped his head to the left and saw a girl. She had beautiful eyes that seemed to be bright in the lighting. A smile that he couldn't tell was genuine or fake as hell. She seemed to have worked there as she had a name tag, and a very short and laced crop top. Showing very little to his imagination of what her chest looks like. She had her belly button pierced. A pair of white jeans rested just below the piercing. Lips coated with a dark red gloss and eyeliner to match. She was breathtaking. Almost like she purposely wants to suck the air out of you.

"I am. Looking to spice things up. Do you have any recommendations?" He watched as her eyes studied him. Subconsciously he stood up a tad bit straighter and puffed out his chest. Her gaze was hot like she had laser beams tracing his skin head to toe.

"you look like a torture me until I cry but let me do the same to you kind of guy. Follow me."

Eddie was caught off guard at her understanding of him. Almost like she could read him.

He followed her around the store for an hour. Listening closely to everything she described. Which toys are best for what.

"I'm going to start with one at a time. I don't want my girlfriend to get too overwhelmed." He silently cursed himself in his head. Why did he say he had a girlfriend?

Wait he does have a girlfriend. Why did he suddenly feel pissed for having to admit that? And why doesn't he feel guilty for that?

"ah I should have known a total babe like you would have a girlfriend already. Well start with the vibrator that clasps to the clit to ease her into things if you don't want to start too heavy on her."

He blushed at her compliment. He nodded at her understanding and bought the vibrator.

He raced home, already half hard, to his girlfriend. Tonight should be fun.

~~

Eddie was back the next day, in the shop, with his shoulders slumped.

"back already?" He could feel his shoulders rising back up. A small smile on his face as he walked to the counter.

There she was again. Somehow even more beautiful than yesterday.

"I'd like to return this." He mumbled as he slid the toy back to her. She eyed him with a small chuckle.

"I'm sorry but we can't take back anything that has been used."

Eddie blushed even harder, "NO! It was not used. I promise." He held his hands up in surrender. Now embarrassed that she thought he was some freak who would return used sex toys.

She stuck out her problem lip in a pity frown, "then why return it? I can promise you this is a game changer."

"she didn't want to use it. She doesn't like to be forced to have orgasms when she doesn't want to." He shurgged. He gets it, not everyone is into the same kind of sex. He's fine with her saying no to things or not wanting to try things. He appreciates that she can speak up when she doesn't want to do things. But the same sex every time was getting too boring.

"her loss. I have like three of these and I never plan to return them." She laughed as she scanned the toys.

Eddie could feel his face get hot. His lose sweatpants doing nothing to hide his growing hardness, as he thinks of her playing with herself. The way she plunges her fingers into herself, the vibrator clasps to her clit, forcing her to scream over and over.

"all set."

He quickly blinked out of his thoughts. Now feeling like a perv for thinking of this girl in her own intimate moments.

"thanks." He coughed out as he went to walk out the door.

"The name is Y/N" she said as she waved her fingers.

~~

"What If we try handcuffs? That's nothing too extreme. You are still in charge of your body's movements just limited." Eddie explained as he sat next to his girlfriend, Roxy.

He was rubbing her knee, puppy eyes staring into her.

"No Eddie. I don't want bruises on my wrists." She sighed out

"they don't have to be tight at all. We can get them loose and comfortable. Or I can wear them. You could handcuff me." He tried to bargain.

"No that's just weird Eddie. Why would I want to tie you up? Plus then you wouldn't be able to touch me and that's no fun. I have a boyfriend to give me an orgasm, I don't want to do it myself" He nodded, accepting that vibrators and handcuffs are a no go.

~~

The list got longer.

"A no to the ball gag?" Y/N questioned as Eddie once again was returning an item.

"wouldn't even let me take it out of the bag." He sighed.

"Oh boy here again. Must have been a no to the dildo?"

"she said her ass wasn't mean for sex and that I'm the man so I should be fucking her with my own dick."

"yikes Eddie another strike out?"

"The cock cage was too horror film-like."

"She pulled out the stops in the whips huh?"

"said pain and pleasure are not meant to go together."

At that point Eddie gave up. Roxy only wanted plain missionary sex and head that was it. He knew it wasn't fair to be upset over things she didn't want to do but he honestly had better orgasms with his hand. At least then he can edge himself, tease his way to an orgasm.

Roxy didn't like handjobs, the feeling of his skin was too weird

She didn't like blowjobs, he pees out of that thing, it was not going in her mouth

She didn't like to ride him, said it's too hard and a lot of work.

Roxy simply liked to lay there as he pounded into her.

She liked foreplay on her. She liked to be fingered and eaten out. But that's all far Eddie could go.

He felt stuck. He felt like an asshole for even thinking of breaking up with her just because she was boring in bed but he was too erotic for this relationship. He needed some one who was at least open to these things.

~~

Eddie went back to the sex store, but this time something for him.

"There he is. Where did you go? I started to miss you a bit." Y/N smirked from the counter.

She never failed to make Eddie blush....or get hard.

He stopped coming about a month ago, figured he could stop wasting his money to turn back around the day and ask for it back.

"Yeah right." He laughed as he walked up to her.

He could smell her sweet perfume. She wore a tight body suit that was high on her hips. Low waisted shorts that showed off her hip bones.

The new revealed skin made Eddie's mouth water.

"what can I help you with?" She asked as she leaned over the counter. Purposely pushing her tits towards his face.

Without thinking, Eddie's eyes followed down to the movements. Buldge growing harder in his basketball shorts. He somehow felt too hot in his tank top.

"I figured maybe I can try one last thing." He offered with a small smile.

" and what's that?" She asked as she drummed her painted nails against the counter, head turned to the side.

And that's how Eddie found himself in the back room of the store. Shorts and boxers down to his ankles with his cock down Y/N's throat.

No thought of Roxy was near, and definitely not near when he came down another girl's throat with a moan.

~~

Months later Eddie was still dancing with the devil. He wouldn't lie if you asked him if he liked it, he fucking loved it.

Sneaking around to get his dick wet in the nastiest ways a human could think of.

Y/N worked at a sex shop and she knew what she was doing.

Eddie has been choked, whipped, pegged, and all of the above.

~~

"Fuck baby just like that." She was moaning above him. Her hands slammed against the wall, hips rocking against Eddie's face. His tongue was in her and his nose was brushing her clit. He's been eating her out for hours it felt like.

"you're going to sit there and ride my face until my jaw is sore." And he wasn't lying. She had an orgasm after orgasm. Her body felt like it was on the edge of passing out. Her muscles are sore from how hard she's been clenching.

"EDDIE FUCK. YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM!" She screamed out as her orgasm washed over her. She has no idea what number she is at but she'd give him as many orgasms as she could.

Finally she felt a tap to her thigh, with a relieved sigh she removed herself. A whine left her throat as his chin was completely soaked in her.

"Jesus. You somehow tasted better every time," he gasped out. Getting the air back in his body that he's been missing for hours.

"My turn?" She giggled as she scooted down to the bottom of her bed, her face met with his raging cock.

"Yes please," he begged as he looked down at her. Her eyes are big and bright staring back at him. He has seen her in this position countless of times but never gets old.

She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, sucking slowly. She kitten licked his precum, "you also taste so good," she hummed as she licked his length.

She took a deep breath and shoved his cock down her throat, placing her hands behind her back. A silent permission for him to take control. He dug in his hands in her hair and thrust straight into her. His eyes rolling in the back of his head when he heard her choke on his length.

The thing he loved about Y/N was she let him do anything. If he wanted to take it slow, remove her off his dick completely before sliding in slowly. Or if he wanted it hard and fast. Bucking his hips at a quick pace, puffing air as he gives her no time to breathe in between.

He slowly sat up, the movement causing him to go even further in her throat.

"Jesus Christ. You have the best mouth I've ever felt." He moaned.

One hand leaned behind him as he moved her off. Throwing her on her back, head hanging off the bed as he kneeled over her. His legs straddled her head, shoving his cock into her throat. She was gagging and tears flowing down her cheeks. Her mouth covers him completely. Not a single part of his cock was shown. Her nose was practically in his dark curls and his balls were swaying into her chin. The part that had him close to coming already was that he could see his cock moving in her throat. His thumb ran over the bulge, fascinated by how wrong this was but how good it was.

He felt a tap on his thigh and he quickly took himself out of her throat. Looking down at her a worried expression, "shit. You okay babe?" She usually never taps out.

She gasped for air as she tried to get her words out. "yeah eds, just wanted to ask if I can touch your balls?"

The smile she gave was the devil itself. Smiling like she asked for something so innocent. Like for a soft kiss on the lips. Not asking to touch his balls while he shoved his cock down her throat, bucking hips to chase an orgasm.

She was going to kill him. He nodded fast as he shoved his cock back into her throat. Thumb stayed permanently on the bulge he was creating in her throat. Her hands cradled his balls in a soft touch. Slighting tugging and massaging. Eddie was a moaning mess. Times like this is why he needed a ball gag.

When he felt her hand move away from his balls he looked behind him. Watching her middle finger, dressed in one of his rings, dip into her cunt. He felt his mouth water when she pulled it out, covered in her cum. Her hand slowly trailed up the back of his thighs, he moaned when both her hands grip his ass. She pushed her middle finger, which was soaked in her cum, into his asshole. Filling him as his hips were slowing down.

"Fuck Y/N, you are something else," he whined as he felt his orgasm creeping in. His stomach clenching tight. His asshole gripped her finger tightly. One hand returned back to his balls. Massaging again as he panted above her. He removed himself fast as he felt his load shooting out. Quickly pumping himself over her chest.

"Fuck...shit that's it," he moaned as he pumped himself quickly dry against her tits.

He closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath. Which left his body just as fast as it entered him when she scooped up his cum off of her chest and licked it off her hand.

"always so delicious."

~~

"EDDIE HURRY UP. WE CANNOT BE LATE!" Eddie rolled his eyes as Roxy screamed from the kitchen.

"I'M COMING!" he yelled back as he finished tying his hair into a bun.

He look at himself in the mirror.

A dark brown suit that actually fits him well. Small silver hoops hanging from his ears. Sleeves rolled up as his bracelets and watch decorated his wrists. He bent to finish tying his black dress shoes. He looked up when he heard clicking heels stopping in front of him. Roxy stood with her arms crossed, an annoyed expression on her face. "Let's go." She demanded as she walked back out. He followed behind her as he grabbed his keys.

"Why do I even need to go? It's a fucking work event with a bunch of rich assholes." He complained.

"Because you are unfortunately my boyfriend so you need to suck it up and put a smile on your face. And do not embarrass me in front of my boss." She snapped. Eddie was very close to locking the door behind her as she walked out.

~~

Eddie was throwing back his third bottle of beer as he watched Roxy prance around the event. She hasn't been by his side since they arrived. Hurriedly running off to talk with coworkers.

Exactly why Eddie didn't want to come. He was ditched and bored out of his mind. Leaning against the bar.

"Okay my boss is making his way over so should smile and be polite." Roxy spat out as he fixed Eddie's tie and collar, coming out of nowhere. He faked a smile, big and full of teeth.

"Roxy thank you for coming. And who is this?" Eddie looked over Roxy's shoulder to see a tall clean man.

"This is my boyfriend Eddie Munson, Eddie this is Brad, my boss." She smiled and held Eddie's free hand. The other one is still holding his beer. He gave a nod to Brad who gave one in return.

"BRAD!" a voice yelled out. Brad quickly turned around and waved them over.

"Looks like someone is going to join us." He smiled.

Eddie looked around the party as he sipped his beer. Not paying attention to the work conversation Brad and Roxy were having.

Then he heard it.

Her heard her.

His head snapped back to the conversation fast and there she stood.

In a tight long red dress, strapless, with a slit all down her right leg.

He watched her hug Brad, jealousy in his veins.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I saw an unfamiliar face and had to come see." She smiled towards Roxy, her hand sticking out to shake hers.

Eddie choked on his beer when he saw the same ring from the other night resting on her finger. He swears he saw Y/N send a smirk over to his area.

"I'm Roxy! And this is my handsome boyfriend Eddie." She introduced him, her hand gripping him tighter but Eddie quickly removed it. Pushing out his own hand to shake Y/N's. She laughed at the gesture and placed her hand in his. Eddie wishes he didn't have to let go. Her softness and warmth.

He felt the cold return to his body when she let go of his hand.

"Wow look at her ring eds! Don't you have one just like it?" Eddie's body went stiff as Roxy brought the ring up.

Y/N didn't even look bothered, another smirk sent to Eddie, "oh wow really? Looks like Eddie and I have similar tastes in things."

The look in her eyes told him it definitely wasn't about the ring.

Roxy and Brad excused themselves to talk, thankfully across the yard

"Quite a beautiful girl you have Eddie." She smiled as she moved next to him.

"Quite a charmer of a boyfriend you have." He snapped. Taking a sip of his beer. Hoping it would somehow cool down his body.

"Be careful Eddie. Sounds like you might be a tad jealous." She giggled as she moved even closer to him. Her fingers softly grazed the hand he had resting in the bar. He didn't bother to move it.

"Yeah right." He scoffed. His own fingers slowly rubbed her fingertips.

"He's not my boyfriend Eddie." She smiled softly. Eddie looked at her confused so she added, "he's my brother." She laughed.

Eddie didn't know why but he felt relieved.

He watched as her eyes quickly looked over to Roxy, her back was turned to the two of them.

Y/N smirked as she now stood directly in front of Eddie. "You look so hot in this brown suit. I practically feel myself dripping." She moaned as she ran her hands up his chest.

"What are you doing." He whispered as he grabbed her hands, removing them from his body.

Eyes quickly looking over to his girlfriend, her back still turned to him.

"no one is looking Eddie." She whispered into his ear as she rested her hand on his belt buckle.

He should have stopped her. They were at a public place, outside next to the bar. His girlfriend was feet away and he was letting Y/N unbuckle his pants. Sneaking her hand into them, trailing her fingertips over his cock that rested hard in his boxers.

"We shouldn't do this. What if someone sees?" He tried to hide the moan that left his throat when her hand made its way under his boxers.

"What if someone sees me jacking you off? Huh? Someone sees me jacking off your cock while your girlfriend is probably flirting with my brother. I think that's pretty hot if you ask me. But I can stop." She smiled as she removed her hand.

Laughing to herself when Eddie whined pathetically grabbing her hand back.

"No don't stop, please " he begged, she smiled and blocked their actions with her body. Practically hugging him and whispering in his ear.

"Look at you. Letting me jack you off in the same place your girlfriend is. Kind of a slut aren't you?" She mocked. Working him faster.

"Make sure to keep quiet this time baby. I don't want people to hear us." She warned as she smeared his precum over his tip.

~~

"wasn't that so fun?" Roxy asked as she removed her heels. Eddie threw his keys in the bowl by his front door.

"Um yeah. It was good." He smiled.

"Y/N seemed nice." Eddie tried to act like the name didn't bother him.

"oh yeah she's great."

"she seemed to have liked you. I don't think she left your side the whole night." Roxy laughed as she walked towards the bathroom.

You have no idea he thought.

His mind circling back to when she pegged him for hours. The way she pulled his hair and bucked her hips into him.

~~

Y/N never saw herself sleeping with a man who had a girlfriend. But when she met Eddie she couldn't resist him.

At first she offered to just have meaningless sex. Let him explore his fantasies with all his kinks and learn which toys he enjoyed.

She was simply helping a guy out.

But now she's stuck. She's falling for a guy who has a girlfriend. A guy who only went to her for sex.

~~

Brad was hosting another work event, this time at a restaurant.

Now that she knew Roxy and Eddie would be tagging along, she put extra effort into how she looked.

An even tighter dress, short and black. Deep v-cut and her best push up bra. Making sure his ring laid on her finger.

When she arrived at the restaurant she smiled as she saw an open seat next to Eddie. How perfect.

"hello again." She greeted Roxy with a smile. She smiled back at her.

Her eyes landed on Eddie. He was wearing a tight long sleeve black shirt, necklace dangling, and dark jeans. His hair was down and natural. She could still see the small silver hoops in his ears.

She gave him a tight smile and sat next to him. Her arm brushing against his.

Throughout the night she teased Eddie. She would lean over him to grab the bread. "accidentally" spilling her drink, "oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. Roxy could you grab an extra towel?" She asked innocently. Roxy quickly got up and found a waiter.

Y/N smirked as she placed her towel on Eddie's now wet lap. "Let me clean that." She whispered as she rubbed the towel over his crotch.

Eddie was biting his lip, trying to keep his moans down. He was giving her the deadliest look he could manage.

She yanked her hand away when Roxy returned. Handing Eddie the towel to clean himself off.

Y/N didn't stop there. She constantly talked to Roxy, meaning she had to lean into Eddie to hear her clearly. Her tits touching Eddie's arm. He took deep breaths to keep himself relaxed.

When he got up to use the restroom, Y/N followed.

"cut the shit. You are killing me out there." He whispered in the hall.

"it's just fun Eddie." She smirked. Looking around to see no one, she kissed him. Her arms wrapping around his neck. He gave in within seconds wrapping his arms around her waist. Deepening the kiss with his tongue.

She pulled away with a quick peck to his now red lips, "clean that off. I'll see you out there." She smirked.

~~

His eyes followed her as her hips moved. He leaned against the wall. He had to do something to get himself back in charge.

With a plan in mind, he washed off his lips and walked back to the table.

He wasn't going to give in to her games anymore.

He put all his attention on his girlfriend.

Smirking in Y/N's direction he placed his hand on Roxy's knee. Y/N's eyes flicked down to his action but shrugged it off.

He spent the whole time flirting with his girlfriend more than he has in his life. Sneaking his hand higher on her thighs. Whispering in her ear and pecking her neck. Roxy didn't like PDA so Eddie knew he had to keep it on the low. If he overdid it then she'd freak out. And then he'd look like an idiot in front of Y/N.

"So how long have you been together?" Brad asked as he finished his plate.

"About two years. We are so happy." Roxy smiled as she kissed Eddie.

Y/N tried to ignore the sting. Smiling at the couple.

"Wow that's a long time. When do you plan to propose Eddie?" Brad joked laughing.

The couple laughed with him, Y/N could only muster up a fake smile.

"any day now. Wouldn't want to spend a single day without her. I love her" He answered.

Y/N couldn't ignore that sting.

"isn't that great Y/N? Maybe you can attend the wedding and find yourself someone to settle down with." Brad offered.

"Sure thing." She said with a smile. Downing the rest of her wine. God she wanted to leave.

This dinner went to absolute hell in seconds.

"Wait you're single? But you are breathtaking." Roxy complimented. Y/N smiled brightly towards her. Making sure to now leave distance between her and Eddie.

"oh thanks. But yeah I am. I was actually engaged but it didn't work out." She waved it off.

"oh how come?" Eddie gave Roxy a look.

"Fell out of love with me." Y/N admitted. She honestly hasn't thought back to that relationship since she met Eddie five months ago. Her heart was finally healing and now she was reminded why her heart was broken in the first place.

"oh I'm sorry." Roxy apologized, "well Eddie has tons of single friends, he can totally set you up if you wanted." She offered.

"No we don't have to do that." Eddie quickly answered.

Roxy gave him a weird look, "well if Y/N wants to then she has options. Like Nick is a good choice!"

Eddie felt his body sit up straight. Nick was a grade A asshole with blue eyes and blonde hair. Six pack that never left no matter how many beers he had and looked like he lived on the beach.

"I appreciate it. I'll definitely let you know if I need a date for a future wedding." It even hurt Y/N to say. But at the end of the day she remembered Eddie had someone to have and to hold, and it wasn't her.

~~

Everyone was leaving the restaurant. Roxy and Brad left, an emergency at the office.

Eddie and Y/N silently walked out to their cars.

"I'll see you around Munson." She smiled politely as she tugged her jacket to cover herself. Now feeling like an idiot for dressing up for him. Like they were on a date or something.

"Are you okay?" He asked. He almost felt like he did something wrong.

"Yeah. It's nothing." She smiled as she walked faster to her car. But Eddie grabbed her elbow.

"hey talk to me. Is this about your ex?"

"No Eddie. It's just tonight reminded me you are in love and plan to marry her. And I'm sitting there hearing her wanting to set me up with someone and I'm fucking her boyfriend. I feel like a whore." She blinked the tears back. She knew what she was getting into. She doesn't deserve to cry.

"do you have any type of feelings for me?" She asked quietly.

She hated the silence that followed. She hated that for once Eddie's eyes didn't give away how he was feeling.

"I don't know. We are just having hot wild animal sex. I didn't think feelings were a part of that. I never thought that far into it, into us. I mean can you really fall for someone you just have sex with?"

She nodded, she knew that was where this was going to go.

"Apparently yes because I have spent every day thinking about you. I think about what you might be doing. What you might do for a job. If you are slow dancing in the kitchen with your goddamn girlfriend while I sit here like an idiot. It's stupid I know. I guess a part of me thought after some time you'd crave more than just sex like I did. But I get it now Eddie. I truly was pathetic and just a girl wanting to be more to someone than a quick fuck. But that was never in the card for us, was it? I was thinking of what our first real date could be and you were thinking of a proposal to Roxy. I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore. But I think you should come clean to Roxy before you propose. She doesn't deserve what we did to her." She took a deep breath. Hoping he didn't hear the cracks in her voice.

"Bye Eddie." She kissed his cheek and got into her car.

Another broken heart. Another man she wasn't enough for.

~~

Fuck...did Eddie just fall in love with the devil?

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I See You - Chapter 3

Miles Quaritch x Fem! Na'vi OC

Summary: Vira Te Wou Auhew’ite, an albino Na'vi and future Tsahìk of the Tayrangi Clan, The Ikran Riders of the Eastern Sea, keeps needing to save the demon Miles Quaritch at Ewyas command. When she's given a sign to try to teach him The People's way, both she and Miles struggle with their growing feelings for each other.

Authors note: Sorry this took so long guys, I don't love this chapter and it has been rewritten like 3 times and I just couldn't do it anymore. I also just got back from vacation to 99+ notifications and I'm floored but also too overwhelmed to go through them so I will be updating the tag list if there are any AFTER CHAPTER 4, which is going up tomorrow as an apology for taking forever. I do enjoy the next chapter so hope you guys do too!

PS I tried moving the taglist to the comments, please let me know if it doesn't work! This is my first time ever using tumblr, still learning!

Rating: T (last T chapter just FYI)

Warnings: Canon typical violence, strong language/swearing, mild mentions of mating/sex, depiction of animal birth

Words: 5820-ish, give or take a few.

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Chapter 3

Miles stayed up into the night, the albino Na’vi passed out beside him snoring softly on his shoulder, the hammock she worked on tirelessly draped over her small form and partially over his legs. Anyone else and he probably would have shoved them off him but he let her and the mess of white-blonde hair stay put as he watched the fire smolder down to ashes. 

Why did he touch her hand like that? He’d been interested in watching her experiment with his had, she wasn’t scared of his pinky, she found it fascinating, found him fascinating. Miles saw no fear in her like the other natives had for him, except that time he’d pushed her up against the tree.  She even liked hearing the stories about humans l, Bridgehead city and earth, curious little thing she was. Her orange eyes lit up sometimes like he was talking about magic. 

But he had no explanation even to himself why when she'd put their palms together he’d folded his large hand over her small pink one. Reflex? It had felt right when she lined up her little hand, it was something maybe his grand pappy had done once when he’d gone to visit as a kid. It was something he felt boarded on affection. Couldn’t be having that. He told himself he was just trying to make her happy so she wouldn’t run home. Swore to himself he’d be damned if he ended up like Jake Sully, abandoning his people for some local tail.

The thought did cross his mind briefly that he was even less human than Sully had been when he’d taken a Na’vi mate, he’d merely been an avatar driver. Quaritch was a damn na’vi, grown in some lab with human memories and his own human DNA spliced together to create who he was now. 

Miles felt sleep getting the better of him, yellow eyes growing heavy as he started into the embers . He moved Vira’s little pink body as gently as he could off his shoulder and the tree so she was laying on the mat, facing away from him. She didn’t even wake up as he easily cradled her in one arm to move her, her sweet scent filled his nose. If he left her sitting up she cursed the whole morning under her breath about her back hurting and he didn't want to wake up to her whining again. Miles didn’t know what to do with her hammock and he threw it over her like a blanket and laid down beside her, back to her. He did put his tail over her small pink waist, so he’d feel if she moved, couldn’t have his na’vi teacher falling off the tree. 

Quaritch fell asleep knowing well enough that there was room to sleep 4 more full-grown na’vi on the branch and none of them would have fallen. 

What was he doing? 

He just cared because they were in close contact, she was the only person to talk to for a thousand clicks. Even soldiers who didn’t like each other got close living together in barracks. 

That’s all it was. 

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Vira rose with the sun, deciding instead of hunting again today, she would use the day to try and teach Miles to better move through the higher limbs in the jungle. They had gone hunting the past few days on the ground with little success, it was time to take their hunt to higher ground. She’d gotten them a Syaksyuk to eat from the ground that would last a few days yesterday but Miles needed to master hunting with the bow. She blamed Miles' noisy clothes for scaring away the animals on the forest floor. From above though, their sounds would be less suspicious to the wildlife and it would be advantageous if they could move quickly and quietly through the trees with bows. Their prey would never know they were even there.

The Na’vi swiftly could move from layer to layer of the jungle, swinging on vines, using their bodies to propel them, and jumping from high places. Miles needed to learn to move like them in addition to living and hunting like them, it was part of their way of life. 

Vira sat up from the sleeping mat, Miles still snored softly beside her and she removed his tail from being draped over the nivi and her midsection. She’d worked on the nivi every moment she didn’t have anything else to work on, she looked forward to a good nights sleep in a hammock. Many times she had fallen asleep against the tree’s trunk but Miles lately had been moving her to her side and covering her with it. She woke up nearly every morning with his tail somewhere on her too,  Every spare moment she dedicated to it, when she’s seen the elders work on it in other villages it was something special to add a new one, something not to be rushed and could take several short cycles to finish but in this home tree they selected they had no other place but the branch to sleep on. She wanted them to have comfort for their stay and be well rested. Her back and limbs were sore most mornings, the grass had been more comfortable but it was dangerous for only two na’vi to stay on the ground. 

Back at the Eastern sea her people slept in small huts in a large cave. They slept on soft beds of glowing moss and soft spun linens of all colors spun by their own elders. Families shared a hut until they were mated. Her sister, her three younger male cousins who her mother had taken in after her sister, Ìveye passings. She had lost her aunt, closest confidant at that young age but gained 3 brothers, even the youngest who had lived for eighteen full sky cycles had mated and left their hut. Only Vira and mother were left in their hut, she wondered what her mother would do once she left. In truth she could take another mate if she desired and even have more children, she was not too old. Na’vi could live over 160 full sky cycles, mother was not even halfway through her lifetime, at 56 full cycles. 

But Vira did not foresee her mother doing this, she was rigid, she was Tsahìk. She would likely stay alone or move to the hut that housed the elder females who were widowed, the village Aunties. 

Vira stretched and popped her limbs, not wishing to think of her mother or home anymore. She gathered her nivi back up into her pink hands and continued weaving.. She got lost watching her pink hands in the repetitive motion, looking at them made her mind wonder back to several nights past. Thinking back to her hand being dwarfed by Miles own with his fingers folded over hers. They had not spoken much after, eating the Yovos in silence until Miles fell asleep. She’d stayed up weaving until her eyes could no longer stay open and her fingers were numb but when she’d awoken that was the first time he’d moved her to sleep on the sleeping mat. The act made her already tender heart soften to him, a kind act even amongst all his sharp edges. 

The pink Na’vi was intuitive, she sensed much conflict in his heart. Miles heart was torn between embracing the Na’vi teachings and being one of the sky people. She saw it in his actions, in the way he spoke. In this short time together she felt his growing connection to the forest, to the Na’vi ways, how he had used the spear so perfectly was proof enough to her. But he could not shed himself yet of the alien clothing nor fully of their weapons, he still held the gun on his hip and the wicked metal knife behind him.

Vira did not take offense to his lack of change, change was hard, even for the Na’vi. She knew the change that waited for her when she returned home would be hard, she would become a mated pair with Huärì and leave the safety of her mothers hut. She would no longer travel, would no longer teach the younglings of the other clans and customs. Tsahìk training would be how she spent her days, a task she was unsure if her heart truly desired but it was what it was meant to do. The only change she looked forward to was having her own brood of Na’vi babies. Na’vi women had anywhere from one to ten children in all stages of their life. Her own mother had only bore she and Ikeyni. Vira secretly prayed to Ewya she would have more children than that but any child would be a gift. Her sister already had three of her own, surely she would have as many. 

Her thoughts and hands stopped when Miles finally opened his sleepy yellow eyes. 

“Mornin’” voice deep and grumbly with tiredness as he sat up. 

“Big day today,” 

“We huntin’ with the bows again?” 

She shook her head of white, wild curls. “You need to learn the upper forest, how to move quick and quiet, it will make you better hunter.”

“I’d say I’m pretty damn good with a spear” he gestured behind him with his thumb to her etching of him with the Yerik. 

She smiled, he was a prideful one. “How many kills have you made with bow?”

Miles made a thoughtful sound and the corners of his mouth turned down in reluctant acceptance of her plans. They’d gone out on the ground with their bows and had seen lots of wildlife but they had not gotten a kill. Vira blamed Miles loud pants for scaring off the animals but he didn't seem to agree. Either way, a kill from above would be better for them, helping hide any noise or scents.

They’d been eating fresh Teylul they gathered over the past few days as well as fruits. She’d gotten a syaksyuk one night and roasted it over the fire spit they’d made but she wanted Miles to be the hunter, he needed to learn, not her. 

“Once you master hunting from the tree, the next step will be from Ikran.”

“Now I like the sound of that Princess .” He grabbed his bow. 

With bows in hand, they scaled down to the mid branches of their home tree. A fall from this height would not kill Miles but it would not be pleasant if he fell. To the Na’vi sometimes pain was a necessary tool for teaching, not corporal pain inflicted on purpose but the pain from an experience, to learn from it. Vira said a small silent prayer to the great mother that Miles would be sure of foot and not do harm himself. 

She held her bow in one hand while Miles kept his slung over his shoulder so he could easily use two of his hands. Vira ran along the branch they stood on and jumped to the next tree over, the gap was small and Miles followed her with no problem. 

Vira took off then through the jungle, a grueling pace but she judged Miles a quick study in all things physical. Hunting, weapons, and now even racing through the tangles of branches. The injuries he sustained no longer seemed to affect him, Ewya had healed him quicker than expected was her only explanation. The great mother must have wanted him to learn quickly, Vira would obey her command. 

She’d been right to go fast and strenuous, Miles was keeping good pace with her, running and jumping with ease. He only paused when there was a small gap between two branches but a low hanging one overhead could be reached. Without hesitation, Vira jumped to grab the branch and rolled her body, using her body weight with one hand to propel her pink body forward. 

The Na’vi woman turned back when she did not hear the large blue Na’vi behind her, he was standing on the edge of the branch, staring at her with his jaw wide. Vira beamed a smile at him.

Miles let out a low whistle. “Didn’t imagine you could move like that, Princess,” he complimented from across the branches. His yellow eyes looked back and forth from where Vira stood. 

“You can do it!" she encouraged "Move back, spring up with your body, and swing yourself over. “ she instructed, doing her best to illustrate the movement again from where she stood.

“I got this one Tiny, don't worry 'bout me. " Miles backed up a few paces, easily jumping up with his large body, he grabbed the branch Vira had swung from with two hands and swung himself over with ease. 

“Have you done this before? You are quick. Fast learner.”

“Someone taught me a little bit, never gone so fast before.”

“The sky boy?” She remembered him from the beach, from when the Ilu was shot. From when the huts were burned. The boy had dressed and spoken Na’vi as though he was a true-born son of Ewya.  She remembered he had painted himself with blue stripes in an attempt to appear more like one of The People.

Miles nodded. “Spider, he likes to go by Spider.” He looked down at her, she couldn’t quite read the tall Na’vi’s expression but his yellow eyes were sad. They reflected the sadness and conflict she knew resided in his strong heart.

“He’s my son.”

Vira couldn’t hide the surprise on her face, her orange eyes opened wider and wider as she thought of question after question.  Was she keeping him from returning to his mate, to his child by teaching him to be Na’vi out here in the forest? Miles had already told her when they shared stories around the fire in the evenings, about how he was once a sky person, a human, but was now was in a Na’vi body. He didn’t dream walk like others who had came before. The details entranced her, all the science the Sky People possessed seemed like magic to her. She had not thought that he had a family from when he was human. She sometimes forgot he was anything more than Na’vi. 

Guilt and something else twisted deep in the pink na’vis stomach. Vira had never considered he was spoken for and she didn’t enjoy the thought, even though she had a betrothed of her own waiting for her at the Easter Sea. 

“Am I keeping you from him?” Her mouth felt dry, like no amount of water could quench her thirst. A lump formed in her throat. “From your mate?” The question came out meeker than she intended.

“No, nothing like that Tiny. His mom is died a long time ago. Spiders off somewhere with the reef people, pretty sure anyway,” there was a bitterness and maybe a hint of jealousy in his words. 

Something he left unsaid.

Vira swallowed hard, feelings she couldn’t place swirling in her head and her stomach. Did she really feel relief to hear someone had passed on from this life? Why did she feel relief at all? What kind of monster was she to feel this way? Miles did not seem particularly sad at the mention of Spiders mothers death. Na’vi could not have children without being mated for life, surely the sky woman had been his mate. If a Na’vi’s mate passed on in an untimely way, they were able to choose another to mate with, any other circumstance it was not possible to mate with another. 

The pink told herself it was because she had grown fond of Miles, she did not want to see him be alone. Part of being Na’vi was mating for life once you came of age and completed your trails. He would not need complete Iknimaya as he had already claim an Ikran, with her assistance, but he would need to have a Uniltaron to be full considered a member of any Na’vi tribe. Once he completed that, maybe another Na’vi woman would learn to accept and be fascinated with his five fingered hands as she had. 

The thought of another na’vi woman mating with him made her stomach turn sour, as if she’d eaten something gone to rot. 

“We could go look for him, take the Ikrans and go,” Vira suggested, pulling herself out of her own thoughts. She gently placed her pink hand comfortingly on his large, toned bicep. 

“Naw, he chose not to come with me.” 

She removed her hand from his arm, there was a silence between them. Questions and unspoken words hung in the air. Vira felt shifted uncomfortably on the balls of her feet, both equally avoiding not looking directly at each other. The pink Na’vi wanted to ask more questions but his words had felt final, putting a hard stop to the conversation.

Miles flicked his tail against her leg. “C’mon, let’s move out Princess.”

They pressed on further away from their Hometree. The farther they ran the more obstacles they encountered and Miles seemed to be fit to conquer them all, even if his mind was far away with the boy. His boy. Vira still tried to wrap her mind around it. 

Partially to distract herself and partially to distract Miles, Vira would slow her pace sometimes to let her own tail playful smack against Miles or wiggle it just out of his grasp, in turn Miles would try to playfully grab it. Vira played often with the children of her village and those of the other clans she visited, this was a common one played across the clans, it helped teach balance and coordination in the trees. Miles even succeeded once in successfully snatching her pink tail, eliciting a playful yelp from her as she snatched it back from his large blue paws. It made the large na’vi give her a fanged, triumphant smile. She rewarded him by sticking out her tongue. 

Vira was truly impressed by how well Miles did with managing to not fall from the trees and keep his eyes fixed on her tail. It all seemed natural to him, moving swift and graceful as he always seemed to. She always found herself comparing him to the great predator palulukan, graceful, strong, and deadly. Perhaps she could convince the Anurai clan to teach him how to ride one, it is what their rite of passage was instead of claiming in Ikran.  She had a good relationship with them, it was not unfathomable that she could persuade them. In her mind's eye she could practically see the large Na’vi male astride the equally large carnivore in full na’vi dress with a spear in hand. 

As they ran, they came across a large gap in their path that made Vira skid skillfully to a stop, Miles so close he nearly bumped into her. She could feel the heat of his closeness behind her, his body barely brushing against her. The feel of pants brushing gently against her bare legs, if she leaned her head back surely it would undoubtedly rest upon his chest. 

She felt him take a step back but not before she was nearly positive he took a deep inhale. Was he scenting the air, for her? The pink Na’vi pushed the thought away, he was just filling his lungs, they had been moving quickly for some time, attempting to catch his breath.

Her orange eyes measured the great divide between the branches of the great trees, obvious that it was far too large to jump but there were many vines in between they could swing from to get across, not an easy task to master. She looked down and saw the large leaves below that would catch them if they fell and bring them safely to the forest floor. 

Without warning, Vira quickly flew across the divide, swinging skillfully from vine to vine, ending up on the other side in a pink blur. He had not cared for her instruction the last time so she decided to let Miles figure it out for himself. 

She watched Miles from the branch across the split. She watched him take a deep breath and run and jump into the vines, he held strong and true amongst them but his movements were too slow and unsure from vine to vine. Each one swayed precariously, his arms while large and strong lost more and more strength. One needed to be quick and sure on the vines. 

Vira watched him slowly skid down a vine, the horror on his face as he tried to use his legs to stop from falling as gravity worked against him, she heard him let out a yell as he fell and smacked face first into a leaf. 

The future Tsahìk of the Tayrangi Clan let out a loud laugh. For the first time, she thought Miles did something that was not graceful.

Vira jumped down from the branch she stood on and let the large leaves of the jungle gently guide her down as she softened her limbs, bringing her to him in the rainforest lower level. He was laying on his back staring up towards the branches he’d just been in, breathing heavy. 

“Are you hurt?” 

From that fall he might have been swore but she was sure he would have no serious injury. 

“No darlin’, I could hear you howling like a damn prolemuris up in the damn trees so just my pride. ” grunting as he stood, he turned to show his backside to her “and my pants.” 

His whole backside was soiled with mud and sap all the way from kuru to his bottom. A large hole was exposed from his tail down, showing his under clothes. He’d either gotten stuck on something or it was simply a mix of overwear and then the friction on the vines. Vira changed twengs frequently to help prevent overworking of the cloth. 

Vira couldn’t help herself, she covered her mouth to try and hide it but seeing the large blue Na’vi such a mess, she let out small squeaks trying to coverup. Normally he was so sure and dexterous in all he did, seeing him so out of his element made tears prick at the corner of her eyes. 

Miles looked down at her, she felt the scrutiny in his eyes. She could see the flecks of gold in his yellow eyes at first she thought him mad but he just let out a small sigh of defeat. “It's alright let it out, Tiny. Laugh it up.” 

He gave into a little laugh too, even though his pride was bruised. 

“I don’t think I can fix” gesturing to his pants between small snickers. 

“Guess it's time for you to make me some skivvies.” 

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Quaritch hated to admit, he really did but Vira had been right about his clothing being noisy. He felt ridiculous having his ass out in the jungle but on the other hand he felt like deadly silence as he moved swiftly through the trees, raining death from above with his bow to unsuspecting Hexapede, his prey of choice. He even managed to say the prayers over the bodies when he made a kill that Vira taught him without his voice dripping in sarcasm or rolling his eyes. Vira had yet to proclaim any of his conquests yet to be what she deem a clean kill, she said she still didn't feel he meant the words and would repeat the prayer after him so earnestly it tugged at something deep in his chest. 

While he did not believe in the tree god, no matter how often she tried to demonstrate the miracles or give him proof. The pink Na’vis faith was palpable, something pure, something to be admired. A devotion he’d never seen before and couldn’t fully comprehend.  Miles did admit there was something strange in the woods, something about it all. He did feel believe in what Grace Augisitbe had said about life being connected, he'd believe that since they'd drank the nectar in the woods but a diety? He could not stand all the circle of life. tree hugging crap. It was too much, a step too far for him.

Miles had been wearing the traditional Na’vi clothing for well over a week, he still marked the days but he’d have to count the marks to have any idea how long he’s been there. Maybe 20 or 25 days if he had to throw a number off the top of his head. Vira had added a new etching of him shooting the bow from a branch. The days in the jungle seemed to blur together and he found he didn’t hate it. Just like he didn’t hate the loincloth, or Tweng as Vira called them. She’d used his shirt and pants as the base materials of the ones he wore, each mostly the soft green of his shirt with a single thick strip threaded through the hide ties down the center of camo. It was a nice touch.

Vira has apologized to him for the size of the loincloth, the tweng, she’d said it was a bit smaller than she would have liked to make but he was rather large, even for a Blue. She’d explained in a more eloquent manner that her people, the Tayrangi, tended to cover their asses a little more than the clan Sully had joined but he found himself not minding and feeling more adjusted to the clothing. Each clan had different clothing customs, some wore intricate beadwork, others made clear armors, some made entire outfits just of leaves and flowers. While Quaritch had never been one to care about clothing as a human, always choosing functionality over any kind of fashion, learning the social customs around them for the different clans was at least mildly interesting. 

When he first started wearing the tweng he had continued to wear his belt and gun holster but felt it left him unbalanced when he made his way through the trees, which is exactly what Vira had told him the first time he’d put it on. He’d worn it a few more days just to spite her but but ultimately Miles had since abandoned the RDA standard issue holster and weapons days ago, leaving them somewhere back at their tree camp. 

He’d come to value Vira’s opinion, it was hard for him not to get annoyed and be gruff towards her at times with how often she proved him wrong but he reminded himself this forest moon was her home. She’d had a lifetime of living this way. He’d only been living this way for a few weeks. Qauritch was used to being the one barking orders and teaching new recruits, he scarcely remembered being a Boot himself it was so long ago. 

The recombinant Na'vi had come to appreciate her as a teacher, overall she was patient even when he got frustrated. She’d get a little pissy if he messed up too many times on his Na’vi, saying he knew better. Most of the time she was right,  he did know better and was just screwing up to push her buttons. More days than not she spoke to him in Na'vi now, he could understand her but did not always come up with a reply in the alien language and reverted to English. Her English was more than sufficient to understand what he said and parroted most of his phrases back to him in Na'vi. There were things he knew he'd never stop saying in English, they got lost in translation like the Recom Na'vi's pet names for his pink na'vi teacher, swears, and phrases. He couldn’t help himself.

To his surprise, Vira actually enjoyed some of his more colorful language in English and adopted saying them in his native tongue rather than her own.

They were hunting hexapede today and explored the jungle through the upper branches. Miles felt as though he was starting to know this part of the jungle just as well as Hellsgate or Bridgehead city, maybe even better. In the short time they’d been staying here, he and Vira had found common hunting grounds that he knew like the back of his hand. His movement through the branches was better every day. Miles felt himself getting stronger and moving with more ease, all of it becoming second nature and natural. He still needed to master swinging on the vines but he’d improved a hell of a lot since he fell and ripped his pants. 

From behind he watched as Vira’s little lithe body moved instinctively through the branches as though she was part Prolemeris. It never failed to impress him really how easily she moved from running to jumping to swinging on the vines in fluid movements. Miles closed the distance behind the small pink form he’d playfully tug on her tail. It’d become a game they often played when he walked behind her.

Vira turned to playfully hiss at him and slapped his hands away from her tail, shushing him playfully before speeding up to avoid him being able to tug at it again, as they hit all their normally hunting spots.  When they saw no Hexapede from the branches they took to the ground to look for tracks. 

Miles was surprised when Vira ushered him ahead of her letting him take the lead, choosing to follow behind him like a silent pink shadow. Even if he couldn't see her, he could smell her scent with his sensitive Na’vi nose, that syrupy scent that was just her. Even though they bathed before a hunt he could still always smell her natural odor underneath those slightly perfumy, lavender-like herbs. With each passing day Qauritch felt he became more and more aware of the cloying odor. Sometimes Miles found himself sniffing the air, seeking the scent. He wondered how between her overwhelming smell and the pink coloring she didn't get gobbled up by something. 

Miles remembers thinking before he could track her by scent anywhere within 100 clicks with his new and improved sense of Na'vi smell but he was starting to be damn near sure he’d be able to find her anywhere on Pandora.  That smell was forever ingrained into his senses.

Sometimes he swore he sought out her scent.

They padded quietly on the lush jungle floor, he knelt to observe the freshness of the tracks when a savage yowl filled the silence of the jungle. Miles turned around to face Vira, his ears swiveled, straining to discern where the sound came from and what it was. 

“Nantang”  Vira whispered, her orange eyes lighting up as a second strangled howl echoed through the forest. Why she was so excited to see a Viperwolf he couldn't fathom. He reflexively touched the side of his face which was now absent scars he’d gotten from one of his very first day on pandora.

“Za’u”  Come. She beckoned quietly, now laying on her stomach and started doing an army-style crawl on knees and elbows, keeping her small body low to the ground through the brush and towards the animal's pained cries.

Miles shrugged and slung his bow over his shoulder and joined her in crawling through the underbelly of the jungle, the back of his mind told him this was foolish and dangerous. This was not Kansas, this was Pandora.

“Are you sure you want to go in that direction?" He couldn't help but question her judgment. "Of that thing? They're meaner than a two-headed snake.”

She whipped her pink face around, cheeks slightly puffed out in annoyance white curls flailing as she held a finger to her lips to silence him. She moved her head in a gesture that he took for him to move closer. Miles dragged himself forward so their shoulders touched as they both laid belly down in the grass. 

Vira extended a petite pink finger towards an opening in the brush. Quaritch narrowed his yellows and saw that she was pointing towards a pair of Viperwolves, a larger male standing protectively over the smaller female that lay on the ground, letting out mournful, agonizing howls.

Miles understood immediately why Vira’s orange eyes lit up like fireworks to go get a closer look at the creature. The bitch was whelping, that's what those long, mournful cries had been for. He glanced between the Viperwolf pair and Vira, he saw the large male lean down over her every so often to give his bitch supportive licks on her muzzle as she let out her howls pierce through the jungle with quickening succession. Of course Vira had wanted to see the puppies, some things didn’t change even across species Miles mused to himself. She laid beside him clasping her hands together, whispering as gently as the rustle of the wind a little prayer in Na’vi repetitively. 

“Oh great mother, please let our sisters' labor come quick and safe. Let her and her mate have many healthy pups.”

They came quickly just like she prayed for alright, before he knew it Miles had lost count of how many pups there were but he figured at least five or six. They were a lot less threatening than their parents with their bright pink ears, yet to darken as they grew and matured. 

Vira and Miles sat in silence as they watched mom and dad lick each one clean of afterbirth and a few of the pups playfully nipped at each other's long ears. Quairtch couldn’t deny they were pretty cute. His yellow eyes looked over to Vira, she rested her pink cheek against her hand, a wistful look on her face as she stared at the infant Viperwolves. 

“Gotta admit, they’re pretty cute” he half whispered half drawled but he wasn’t looking at the pups anymore, he was looking at Vira. “For being little shits.” 

He ever so slightly stuck his tongue at her. 

That pulled her from her dreamy gazing and she lightly batted at his shoulder, not wanting to attract the attention of the proud parents.

 “You're the shit.” she whispered back to him with a big smile on her face. 

Miles let out a quiet laugh at his foul language rubbing off on the pink Na’vi. He clutched his chest over his heart in mock pain.

“You wound me, princess, here I thought we were sweet on me.” 

Her face flushed and she gave him a playful shove but didn't say anything, starting to creep backward from the pair of Viperwolves and their little brood back towards the game trail. 

Miles sat there for a moment, was he really flirting with the little pink Na’vi? 

He then gave a small sniff to the air out of instinct as she backed slowly away from him.

Not for the first time Miles thought to himself, what the hell was he doing? 

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Just a mistake pt2 Lando / Charles x Fem Reader

Part 1

Warnings: Angst mostly, nothing explicit.

AN: Hello everyone, sorry it's taken so long to update but I loved how the first part came out and being my worst critic I don't love the second and third parts. Here's the second part, it's a bit on the longer side, probably the third part will be shorter. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

All the comments are greatly appreciated, taking requests, I need some inspiration to get rid of my writer's block.

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That morning when you came back to your hotel room Charles almost cracked your ribs from how hard he hugged you, thankfully the conversation was short, mostly him apologizing and you trying not to loose your shit and confess your crime. You made a deal that he’ll try to support you more and take your needs in consideration, and you’ll speak up as soon as you felt that he was going back to his old habits.

You tried to live a normal life, keep that night away from your head, but you checking your phone for any notification from Lando was like a fucking natural reflex. You kept lying to yourself claiming it was all friendly, you where just sharing memes, tiktoks and the ocasional conversation, but one night his name left your mouth in a low moan, you were dreaming of him, his hands roaming your body and his lips soothing every inch of your skin, luckily Charles was dead asleep and he didn't hear it.

You kept all of this hidden until one night you found yourself frustrated, Lando had left you on read for two days now, you were so upset you couldn't hide it from your fiancé.

"Baby, are you ok?" He softly hugged you from behind while you were brushing your teeth.

"Yeah, all good" You bent to rinse your mouth.

"Are you sure? Do you want to talk about something?" He was worried he had returned to his old habits.

"Yes baby, work's been crazy and I feel a bit overwhelmed that's all" You faked a smile looking at him trough the mirror.

"Poor bebe, maybe you need something to blow off some steam" He started kissing your neck and his hands traveled from your waist down between your legs.

"Babe, sorry I... I just don't feel like it, I'm sorry" you looked down at the sink, you knew this was bad, you not wanting to have sex with Charles because of being mad at Lando.

Charle's hands returned to your hips and he turned you around, your face still looking down now starring at his bare chest, he softly took your face and made you look at him.

"Amour, never apologize for not wanting to have sex, you don't have to do something you don't want to...ever"

He kissed your forehead and hugged you tight against his chest, this made you feel even worse, why were you rejecting sex with your boyfriend just because some other guy had left you on read?

You couldn't sleep that night, you knew this "thing" was getting out of hand and it was damaging your relationship, so you decided to cut all communication and focus on fixing things with Charles.

A couple of days later Lando messaged you apologizing for the disappearance, you stared at the notification wondering if you should say something but if you did the temptation to keep in touch with him would be too strong, so instead you silenced him , pretty dick move from you, but you were willing to do what ever it took to save your relationship.

After that day you managed to escape a couple GP's with the excuse of having a lot of work and wedding stuff, but in reality you just wanted to avoid anything that had to do with Lando, that night was probably the biggest mistake of your life, not only had you betrayed your fiancé, you also had opened the door to feelings you had no idea were there, things you were supposed to feel just for your soon to be husband.

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It had been almos 3 months since your night with Lando and anxiety was eating you alive, you were standing with your back against Charles' chest in the garden of fancy house on the outsides of Monaco, it was a lovely day in a lovely place, it was Carlos' birthday and that meant a certain brit was going to be there.

"Mon amour, are you ok?" Charles asked in your ear as he covered your hand with his, stopping your fingers from tapping against the wine glass for the second time in less than an hour.

"Yes, sorry, I think I had too much coffee this morning” you faked a smile and softly kissed his lips trying to distract him from your weird behavior.

You and Charles were chatting with some of his engineers when you heard Carlos scream.

"Landoooo" the familiar scream made you all turn towards the door that lead to the garden where Lando was jokingly pushing the spanish driver towards a tiny pond, just at the sight of him the weird mix of excitement and anxiety returned hitting you like a wave.

Then you heart fell to your feet when his arm got around the waist of a girl in a tiny pink dress as he introduced her to Carlos and Isa.

Lando's eyes met yours, you quickly turned to look back at whoever was talking in your group but you could feel his sight fixed on you and he had a good reason, the dress you were wearing had been strategically chosen, it was a long flowery wrap dress, the fabric light enough to move with the soft wind blowing that afternoon, leaving your right leg slightly uncovered, the string straps turning into a v neckline framing your breasts making them look amazing, specially from the side where Lado was standing.

"Hi" His voice made you jump.

"Hey, Mate" Your fiancé hugged the driver as you discretely took a deep breath trying to slow down your heartbeat, you finally turned to say your hello's but no matter how much you tried to prepare yourself for this moment those green eyes took your breath away.

"Hi" you faked a smile and kissed his cheeks, your lips felt on fire.

"This is Victoria" Lando said avoiding the label.

"Hi" The beautiful girl greeted your fiancé with a double kiss on the cheeks, she then turned towards you and did the same, she seemed nice and friendly still you felt something you could only describe as spite towards her. They started greeting the rest of your group and you took Charles' almost empty glass.

"Let me go get us a refill, baby"

"Uh, oh, ok, want me to go with you?" he said confused by your sudden offer.

"No babe, it's ok" you gave a quick peck on his lips and almost ran towards the bar.

Lando watched you walk away as he tried to keep up with the conversation in front of him.

Everyone sat to have dinner, Lando and his date were seating a few chairs away which you were thankful for, just the sight of the girl touching and hugging him made your skin crawl, it was childish but you couldn't help it.

The Happy birthday song was sung and a little after dinner was done. Every one returned to chatting around the garden, against your own conscious will you found yourself looking around for Lando, when you saw him he was standing behind his date who was seating next to Isa, his hand rested on her shoulder and she was caressing it, he then bent over and kissed her hair, you felt a hard punch to your chest that took your breath away.

"I need to use the bathroom" you whispered to Charles and walked inside the house trying to hide the tears flooding your eyes, you needed to escape that place but it was still too early, the party was just starting and it would be disrespectful to leave. You walked up some stairs and entered the first room you found.

Lando had been following your moves all afternoon just like that night at the club, he missed you so much, just the sight of you got his heart rushing, he had lost count of the times he had typed a message asking to see you but then deleted it, if only he could forget how good it felt to have your skin against his, he was sure you were made for each other. Right after he dropped you off to your hotel he actually thought you were going to break things up with Charles and run to him, he waited for a few days but instead you ended up avoiding him entirely.

He was standing behind his date, pretending to pay attention to the conversation between her and Isa when out of the corner of his eye he caught you staring at him, in a childish move he bent down and kissed Vicky's head, he saw you walking inside the house and knew it was his moment, Vicky was very entertained with Isa and he could try to finally talk to you.

"I need to go to the toilet, be right back" he whispered to his date and walked inside the house looking for you.

You had found what looked like a guest room and stood there looking out the window, you could see almost everyone, including your fiancé talking to a group of people, you had been gone for a few minutes and he hadn't noticed, it was usually like this, every time he started talking about the car with an engineer or a mechanic he could spend hours in that conversation, something you were thankful for right now since it gave you time to feel as miserable as you needed in the loneliness of that room.

"Y/n" You turned to look at the door to see Lando closing it behind him.

"What are you doing here?" your thoughts escaping your mouth before you could stop them, he did blurred all common sense inside your head.

"Nice to see you too" you could see slight sadness in his eyes as he stood a few steps away from you.

"Sorry, I didn't meant it like that"

"I hope so" he whispered to himself.

You both stood in silence.

"How are you?" he finally asked, taking a few steps towards you, his closeness making your heart and chest move in a quicker pace.

"Good" You turned to look out the window trying to hide how affected you were by just his presence.

"Liar" That single word bringing steamy flashbacks of that night, giving you goosebumps, you closed your eyes trying to fight the memories.

"Please, stop" your hands instinctively grabbing the window frame searching for some grounding support.

"What? I'm not doing anything, I just...I miss you" he stopped a few feet away but still his scent hit you hard and it was intoxicating.

"A lot" he kept talking as he took a few more steps towards you, you knew if he got any closer you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from jumping into his arms, not when he was looking like he did, the black shirt fitting him tight in the right places, slightly opened at the top leaving some of his chest visible, his curls wilder, victims of the Monegasque humidity and his hands, those damn hands you had dreamed of more times that you would ever admit.

He was aware this was a dangerous game too, his fingers burning with desire, his eyes glued to your body as the sunset light coming trough the window framed every curve.

"I better go" you tried to walk past him but his hand was faster and in an involuntary move he took your arm pulling you close to him.

"Wait, don't go, please" He begged.

"Lando, please, I have to go" you turned to look down trying to escape his beautiful green eyes, you were so close to give in.

"Why?" he whispered in a low growl.

"This is wrong"

"Why? we're not doing anything" "You know why, we shouldn't be here" You tried to free yourself again, but his grip got tighter.

"Well, we wouldn't be here if you hadn't disappeared from the face of the earth for months and if you hadn't avoided me down there" a soft hint of spite in his voice.

"I didn't disappear, I've been busy with work and..."

"Bullshit, don't even..." he cut you off "That lie might work with the rest of the world, but we know you're avoiding me, and as far as I remember you were the one asking me not to be a stranger" the authoritarian note in his voice bothered you, he had left you on read for three days because he had gone on a vacation with Max and some other friends and now he was the one offended by your silence.

"I don't know why you're so upset about it, you were too busy to answer a text anyways... Well now I can see why"

"What?" he asked confused

"I guess girls are keeping your hands pretty full, why would you care about one more?" It had worked, inviting Victoria actually worked, this thought brought a cocky smile to his face and you felt the urge to punch it away.

"Jealous, baby?" he looked at you with a cocked brow.

"Lando, please" You rolled your eyes and turned towards the door, now you really needed to get out of there before you exposed yourself more, plus this new cocky mode looked way too good on him. But before you could take another step, he pulled you back, now from your waist, and held you tight against his body, one hand keeping a tight grip on your waist as the other held your neck.

"I've got to admit, I've missed you saying that, although I liked it better when you were saying it with much less clothes and in a higher pitch" he whispered in your ear and you gasped as you felt blood rush to your cheeks and between your legs.

You held your breath for a second taking in everything that was happening, his hand on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin over the fabric, your hand on his hard chest as his body heat made you feel warm and safe, his green eyes almost piercing yours, his lips so plumped and inviting.

Fuck it, you thought to yourself and finally threw yourself at him, your lips finally touching his, easing the burning sensation.

You both were like a starved man that got presented with the most delicious banquet, your tongues dancing inside your mouths, lips being pulled and bitten, his hands roaming your back getting under the thin straps to finally touch the skin he had craved for so many days and nights. He pushed you against a wall and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He moved his lips down to your neck as you made fists with his curls.

A familiar laugh coming from the window made your brain change gears into overdrive, memories of every decision that had brought you to this moment flooding your head.

That first time you met Charles in preschool, the first time you held hands at a field trip, there was a picture of that moment, you two looked pretty disgusted but both your parents loved to call it the perfect picture showing you were meant for each other, then moving away when you were 9 because of your dad's job, not spending more than a year or two in one place, moving around so much you couldn't make any real friends, moving back to Monaco for uni because it was the only place that actually felt like home. Then that night your roommate invited you to a house party of one of her best friends, that's where you met, when you first saw him you couldn't quite remember who he was but you knew you had seen him before, after a couple of drinks you were waiting outside the bathroom wondering was was taking the person inside so long.

"Everything all right?" that familiar boy asked you.

"I don't know what's taking so long" you said and knocked on the door again.

"Wait a damn minute" a drunk girl's voice was heard from inside and you could only sight in desperation, you really needed to pee.

"Ok, come with me" he placed his hand on your upper back, a nice change from the usually annoying and uncomfortable lower back location other guys loved to used.

"But I really need to..." you signaled the bathroom as you were being walked towards the stairs at the back of the hallway. "I don't think we should be up here" You said as he led you inside one of the rooms and opened the door to a bathroom. "I can totally wait for the other bathroom, what if they find us here" you said nervously crossing your legs trying not to pee yourself over what seemed like a very expensive carpet.

"Just go" He pushed you inside the bathroom and closed the door, you couldn't wait anymore so you just used this probably off limits bathroom, he seemed pretty confident moving around the place so you could blame it on him if you got caught.

"Done, we should ..." you spoke as you exited the bathroom but stopped talking when you saw him laying comfortably on the bed, his shoes off and scrolling trough his phone, that's when you finally stopped and looked around the room, a couple of race car art, little trophies on a small shelve and then a couple of pictures of the guy with other two boys, they looked so much like each other.

"This is your room" you finally caught up to the situation.

"Yes" He said with a smile.

"Ooooohh...Good" you looked around and an old picture caught your eye "Is this you?" you signaled the small frame on his nightstand.

"Yes, my first day of school, those are my parents"

"Now I know where I know you from! we wen't to preschool together, Miss. Eloise's class"

"Right! that's why you looked so familiar, but you left before 7th grade, right?"

"Yes, moved to France"

"Why?" He sat on the bed and palmed the space in front of him, you sat there and that's where it all started,

You spend the rest of the nigh talking about your life, how you had moved a lot and how he was used to traveling too because of his racing career.

You started going on casual dates, first with friends, then jus the two of you, and finally became boyfriend and girlfriend after a couple of pictures of you together at the Monaco GP flooded social media and you gave the people what they wanted.

A couple of years later, that night in Cancun when he asked you to marry him, then the engagement party and finally the fight at the hotel room, you slamming the door on your way out as Charles kept on screaming behind the closed door.

Anxiety washed over you, you cursed every decision you had made that brought you to this moment, you making out with your fiancé's friend at his teammate's birthday party.

"Lando, wait" you tried to pull him away from you but he was caught up in the moment, so drunk in your taste and essence.

"Lando, stop please" you begged, Charle's laugh resonated again turning your anxiety into pure panic.

"LANDO, STOP!!!" You yelled as you unhooked your legs from his waist and tried to reach the ground but he was holding you high against the wall so you could only kick your legs around trying to get him to bring you down.

"What, why?!" He finally left your neck but didn't bring you down, until he looked at your face, it was covered in tears and panic filled your eyes. "Oh shit, are you ok?" he finally put you down and grabbed your face gently, but you couldn't stop crying.

"Please y/n, talk to me, I'm so sorry, did I hurt you? I thought you wanted this too, I ... I ..."

"It's ok, Lando, I just" you said between sobs, but you couldn't speak more than a couple of words before you started crying again.

Carlos was walking towards the bathroom when he heard you scream so he headed upstairs to see what was happening.

"Is everything ok" the spaniard opened the door slowly as he peaked inside the room. He stared at the scene with a confused look on his face but not as shocked as anyone would expect.

You turned towards the wall, wiping your tears with the back of your hand trying to fix your most likely ruined makeup.

"what happened?" Carlos mouthed to Lando.

"I don't know" Lando shyly mouthed back.

"Lando, Vicky's looking for you, you should go find her" Lando looked at him in shock, why was he kicking him out of the room?

"But, I...she" he turned to look at you.

"I'm ok, you should go" You finally turned and looked at him.

"Are you sure, I'm sorry, I really thought you, well us, I.." He was so confused, he had been taken to heaven and then back to hell in just a few seconds.

"It's ok" your hand softly caressed his cheek "You did nothing wrong" you whispered and looked him in the eye, it hurt you to see them flooded with pain and confusion but it was for the best, you had gone too far, again.

"Ok" Was all he could say as he walked out the room in shock, he was walking away from the love of his life for the second time.

As soon as the door closed behind him you broke down again and Carlos rushed to hug you tight against him.

"It's ok, preciosa, let it all out" He caressed your back as you cried your eyes out, you had bottled up all the emotions, the doubts, the pain, and feeling Carlos' affection finally broke the veil, finally you could let it all out.

After a couple of minutes you stoped crying, he brought you to sit on a sofa inside the room and he sat by your side, keeping a tight grip on your hand.

"I'm so sorry about all this Carlos, you should be downstairs enjoying your party, not here with my pathetic ass"

"It's ok, you're my friend and I don't mind being here at all, I would love to help you, you can talk to me if you want to" You turned to look at him, it wasn't until now that you noticed how calm he was for someone who had found his teammate's girlfriend making out with his best friend.

"You know?"

"Not every single detail but yeah, some of it, Lando is my best friend and I've always known he has a crush on you, then the night we were at the night club he told me he was taking you to your hotel but Isa saw you getting out of his car the next morning so it wasn't hard to connect the dots, specially when he was falling asleep mid golf game that same morning"

"Oh God, I'm a piece of shit"

"I don't agree"

"Why? what I'm doing is bad, I'm breaking Lando's heart and still I can't seem to get away from him, and I'm marring Charles but I... I can't stop thinking about Lando, and I don't know what to do anymore" you covered your face with your free hand and felt tears flooding your eyes again.

"Listen, tranquila (calm down), I don't think this makes you a piece of shit"

"it's good to know the only person that knows about this doesn't hate me"

"Nobody knows about this?"

"No, just you"

"You have been dealing with this on your own? Why? It's a lot"

"Well, I have no one to talk to about this, all my friends are Charles' friends, I met them trough him and everybody loves him, sometimes I think my parents love him more than they love me. Perks of dating the country's golden boy, right?" You said with a sarcastic laugh.

"Well you have me, and I don't hate you, I think you're just confused, you have a lot of feelings and thoughts in your head. Something that works for me when I'm feeling overwhelmed it's to take a step back, take some time on my own and think."

He was right, you needed some time on your own, since day one the wedding situation had been overwhelming and you thought it was normal since it was a big step in your life, but then this thing with Lando happened and added fuel to the fire of your doubts.

"Thanks" You hugged Carlos and he hugged you back, not letting you go until you were ready. "We should go back down, they're probably wondering where the birthday boy went"

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes, thanks" He gave you one last big hug and you both went back to downstairs, you stopped at the bathroom and tried to fix your hair and makeup as much as you could and then went looking for Charles.

"Mon amour, where were you?...Are you ok?" He took your face soflty with both of his hands.

"Yes, I just have migraine, do you mind if we go now?"

"Sure, let me go get your things" Charles went to get your bag and coat, after you said your goodbyes to Carlos and Isa you got into Charles' Ferrari and drove away from the beautiful state.

You could still taste Lando on your lips, his hand felt as if it had been carved on your skin, it was like taking a fix from a drug and now it was time for the fall, feeling guilty, confused and in pain.

All of the sudden the car made a sharp turn into a dirt road.

"Charles!" You screamed as you held from the console and turned to look at him, he hit the brakes hard keeping his sight forward and a strong grip on the wheel.

"Charles?" You asked again in a lower tone.

"I can't with this anymore" His voice so low, it was almost as if he was talking to himself.

"What?" You heart started rushing a thousand miles an hour.

"I can see you're struggling with something and I swear I've been trying to respect your privacy, give you time and space to work things on your own but it's hurting me, my own girlfriend doesn't trust me" TA single tear fell from his eye, that one tear was enough to make you cry too, you knew this was the moment but it was harder than you thought.

"What is it y/n?"

You tried to pick the right words.

"Please, say something" His voice breaking at the end.

"I don't know if I want to get married" You whispered, which in the silence in the car felt like the loudest scream.

“Get married or marry me?”

“Charles, I…”

“Please, just tonight, I need you to be honest with me, please” His voice filled with frustration

“Marry you” you held your thighs hard feeling your nails pierce your skin over he fabric.

“Is it something I did? I swear I’ve tried to ch…”

“No, Charles, nothing like that!” You instinctively grabbed his arm but quickly returned your hands to your lap, “You’ve been nothing but amazing, and I’m so sorry about everything that happened in Silverstone, I shouldn’t have said what I said and I’m sorry I…” 

“It’s ok, you were right, this season has been hard and I was being too selfish” both of you stood in silence, just the low sound of the engine filling the air, you were wondering if you should come clean completely and say something about your affair, but your mind was made up, you were breaking up both ties so there was no use in causing anymore pain, if you said anything he would be losing his fiancé and his friend at the same time. 

“So, is it just the marriage that’s over or…” the pain in his voice making you want to jump out of the car.

“Charles, you deserve someone…”

“Don’t say someone better, because right now there’s no one for me better than you”

“Someone that wants to marry you, no questions asked, no doubts, no conditions, I love you, but…”

“But not enough” you just nodded with you head, you felt like a piece of shit. “I understand” he set the car on reverse and backed up the dirt road, you kept looking ahead, letting the tears fall freely down your face.

“I love you too” he said as he merged back into the road.

The ride back to your… well HIS apartment was in complete silence, not even the radio was on, both of you worried that any movement would push you over the edge.

Peace at the apartment was cut short when you started packing your things and said you were leaving to a hotel that same night, him being the gentleman he is, refused to let you be the one leaving, specially at night, he offered to stay with his mom or with Lorenzo, he even offered to ask Pierre if he could stay with him, but you knew him well, it was too soon to let people know about the break up, both of you needed time to process the situation before letting your friends and family know what had happened, also it was easier for you to check in a hotel without being recognized. He agreed to your plan just because you accepted his offer to pay for your hotel, it was going to be just a couple of days, he had to go to Marranello that same weekend and while he was out you'd be able to go to the apartment and stay there while you sorted your things out.

He helped you get your bags into your car and you hugged goodbye, you were going to miss him, but it was for the best. 

He wiped a tear from your cheek and gave one last peck on the lips.

You called in sick for two days and spend them drowned in the darkness of the hotel room, half the time you cried yourself to sleep the other half you were mad at yourself, how did you ended up here? Losing a perfect man while probably being in love with his friend, how dumb were you?

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Well, the time has come, whoop. Way sooner than I expected it too!

Ri's 500 Follower Event

I've been mulling over different ideas/prompts for this event and its no doubt been inspired by many other events I've seen done in the past. I hope I don't copy too many but its bound to happen, especially if the prompt is *chef's kiss*

This is my first event so I'm not going to go super crazy and try not to overwhelm myself but I definitely also wanna make it special!

Below the read more tab are three different options AND rules for a drawing you guys can enter!

First and foremost these events options are open to all the characters I write for that are listed here, but if you need a refresher;

- General Riddler and Arkhamverse, BTAS, Gotham, Dano/Reevesverse, Telltale, Young Justice, Zero Year, Twojar, Gotham City Sirens, and DCAU Hush Riddler

- General Penguin and Arkhamverse, Farrell/Reevesverse, BTAS, TNBA, One Bad Day, Telltale, The Batman (2004), and Batman Unlimited Penguin

- General Mad Hatter and Arkhamverse, Gotham, BTAS, TNBA, Secret Six, Joker's Asylum, and Harley Quinn Animated Series (HQTAS) Mad Hatter

- General Scarecrow and Arkhamverse, Murphy/Nolanverse, BTAS, TNBA, Fear State, Year One, Masters of Fear, and Happy Halloween, Scooby-Doo Scarecrow

1. 500 Word Drabble Prompts

Choose a prompt and I will write a 500-ish word drabble around it. Some of these can be fluffy or NSFW just lemme know which you prefer or I will just go with which comes naturally lol

Breakfast in Bed

Sharing a Bath/Shower

First Date Night

Arkham Visit

2. Headcanons

How they would react to you being kidnapped

How they would react to you wearing their clothes

How they would react to you confessing your feelings

How they would react to you breaking up with them

3. Love Letters

Give me a character and describe your envisioned relationship with f/o and I'll write a letter to you from that character.

Be sure to tell me any nicknames, how you guys met, and your relationship status (i.e. is he admitting his feelings, is he missing you while away in arkham, etc). and/or if you want him to be helping and comforting you during a rough time.

The more descriptive the better!

FINALLY, one last thing, sorry I know this is getting long but I'm really excited for this part!

I really wanna try and give back in any way that I can, so I decided that I wanted to do a name draw!

Submit a request from THIS post with one of these options (either with your username or an anon nickname, like "dormy anon" "timid anon", etc that way it's easier to separate you all lol)

If your name is drawn you'll get the option of:

A 2k fanfic from me

A drawing of one of the Rogues or your DC OC (if you have one) by me

This event will be running from May 19th - June 2nd. All 500 requests will be answered before normal requests, and if you didn't get a chance to participate feel free to submit as a normal request!

That is all I've got for now. I know not incredibly unique or different but again, kinda wanna start off with something familiar since this is my first ever event type thingy!

Thank you guys so much again for 500 followers, I'm still absolutely floored from that fact every day and I hope this shows even a fraction of my appreciation!

Oh and if you don't wanna see any of the 500 Event stuff you can filter out the tag "ri 500"

#ri writes #ri 500 #ri 500 event list #thank you guys so much again!

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Heir Apparent Chapter 15: Homecoming

Series: Heir Apparent.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake x Riley, Liam x Riley (past)

Word Count: 1,776

Rating: R

Warnings: Mature themes, language, Depression, self-harm mentioned, I should tag as infidelity (even though it arguably wasn't, as she had her fiancée's permission for what happened in Vegas, but some people have gotten very upset with me about it, so I'm tagging it as such just to be on the safe side)

A/N: Yes, you guys, it's back! I'm sorry it's been so long since the last update. Other things got in the way, but I do have so many more ideas for this one.

A/N2: My original idea for this was just simply that it never made sense that Drake would agree for his child to be the heir. Under what other circumstances would Riley marry Drake but be mother to the heir? Well....if she were actually pregnant with the heir. The Vegas fling was the perfect vehicle to drive that. Since Drake gave permission for the fling, I didn't anticipate the trauma that ended up happening, but once I started writing, that's what happened. This story went to some much darker places than I ever imagined or planned. Hopefully they are back on solid ground now. We'll see. As I write by the seat of my pants, I often don't know what's coming any more than the readers do! 🤣

Everything else: Master List.

On the ride back to Valtoria, they kept sneaking glances at each other. As if they were both afraid the other was going to disappear. They drove mostly in silence, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one, like the ride to the palace had been. Both were lost in their own thoughts, the events of the last few days, the last few weeks, had been heavy, there was an overwhelming tiredness mingled with the relief. Now that the gripping fear of losing each other had abated, emotional exhaustion set in.

“I feel like I could sleep for a week.” Riley said. All she’d done in her time at the palace was toss and turn, fall into a fitful sleep, jerk awake, then fight the panic in her chest until she could fall into a restless sleep. Repeat, on loop. Nothing about those three days had been restful.

“Me too.” Drake had no idea how much sleep he’d gotten, but passed out drunk wasn’t exactly the same as restorative sleep. He didn’t sleep well without her next to him anyway. He snuck a quick glance at her as he reached for her hand, “There’s nothing stopping us from climbing into bed and doing exactly that.”

She smiled at him as she took his hand and tears pricked his eyes. He’d had no idea just how tight the vise around his heart had been until it loosened. There was the smile he’d fallen in love with, there was that light in her eyes, there was the expression of love shining from them. He had missed those things so much, had missed her. He’d missed those million little ways she showed she loved him, like the way he’d catch her staring at him from across the room or the way she cut his sandwiches into heart shapes. He grumbled about it. “I’m a grown ass man, Riley.” But secretly it made his stupid heart feel all warm and fuzzy. He squeezed her hand as he forced his attention back to the road.

With his attention fixed on driving, Riley was able to study his face. She leaned her head back against the headrest as she drank in the curve of his face, the way the setting sun filtered through his hair. She smiled at how he always kept his hands precisely at nine o’clock and three o’clock unless he needed a hand free for something. Like holding hers.

She gripped his hand like it was the only thing holding her above water. His touch calmed and soothed her; she hadn’t realized how much until it had been gone. Even when she had been afraid of losing him, even when she had been sunk in depression, even when she had barely responded to him, his presence had been comforting. His touch, brushing her hair out of her face or rubbing her back, had helped. Without him she’d been set adrift, anchorless. She never wanted to experience it again.

 “Let’s do it then!” She smiled up at him.

He took his eyes off the road long enough to glance at her face, the dazzling smile he found there made all the unhappiness and uncertainty of the last few weeks just wash away. He drug his eyes reluctantly back to the road. His foot pressed down a little heavier on the gas pedal at the thought of cuddling up next to her in their bed, wrapping his arms around her and not having her pull away.

“Do you need anything before we head up to bed?” He asked her as they entered the house.

“Do we have any chocolate cake?” She asked hopefully.

“You want cake?” He asked in pleased surprise. Eating was definitely a good sign.

“I could eat some.” She admitted, “But really what I want is a bath. I haven’t had one in three days. Poor Liam, I hope he changes the sheets before he sleeps in his bed.”

“Yeah…” Drake pushed away the thought of Liam sleeping on sheets that smelled like his wife.

She caught the hesitancy in his tone, “Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-“

“You did nothing wrong, baby. Come on, I’m going to go draw you a bath then I’ll call down to the kitchen for some chocolate cake…chocolate lava cake, how about that?” Liam being in love with her was just a fact of life. There wasn’t much either of them could do about it. He didn’t see the point of talking about it.

Her face lit up, “Oh, yummmm! Yes, please! With milk!”

“You sure about that?”

She nodded emphatically, “I’m sure!”

“Ok, then.” They climbed up the stairs together and entered the bedroom. He closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply upon entering the room, the familiar smell washing over him. It was a unique mixture of her scent mixed with his own, with a faint whiff of Riley’s favorite fabric softener underlying them both. It smelled like home.

“I’ll…uh…go start you a bath while you pick out some clothes, ok?”

“You don’t have to do that you know.”

“I know. I want to.” He was determined to make sure she never doubted his commitment and devotion again.

When Riley entered the bathroom, she found the tub full of her favorite bubble bath, scented candles flickering on the counter and her favorite bath towel already placed in the warmer. “Wow, this is above and beyond.”

“You deserve above and beyond, Riley.” He told her, “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you didn’t.”

“What?” She looked at him in surprise, “Of course you didn’t! I was the one pushing you away. It seems silly, now. Looking back, all you did was try to be there for me, cooking for me, trying to plan the nursery, you literally held my hair while I puked. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”

“Oh, whatever.” He scoffed, “You patched me up after a gunshot wound then refused to sleep all night so you could watch me breath.”

Her face went completely serious, “I’m not a doctor, Drake. I was afraid that if I fell asleep and you started bleeding again-“ the words choked off in a sob.

“Oh, hey, hey! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you!” He was across the room and at her side in two strides. He wrapped her up in his arms, “It’s ok, I survived, see? I’m right here!”

“Sorry.” She sniffed, “Hormones, I guess.” Or, recent events had stirred up those feelings of helplessness and panic when she’d thought she might lose him.

“Don’t apologize. You’re fine.” He wiped the tears from her cheeks, “You’re just tired and emotionally exhausted. I know the feeling. So, let’s just get you into the bath, ok?”

She nodded as he pulled Liam’s shirt over her head and tossed it into the hamper. His motives for getting her out of those clothes and into the bath might have been at least a little selfish on his part. He knew it was probably petty and stupid, but he didn’t like seeing her in Liam’s clothes.

She slipped into the bath and sighed as she stretched out in the extra large claw footed, cast iron tub. She tipped her head up to find Drake still standing there, “Are you just going to stare at me while I take a bath?”

“Uh…I’m kind of afraid to leave you alone. I don’t want you to fall asleep in the tub.” He admitted.

“You could come in here with me.” She suggested.

“Thought you’d never ask!” He grinned at her as he stripped his own clothes off and climbed into the tub behind her.

She scooted forward to give him room. Once he settled in, he pulled her back, so she was leaning against him. She picked up the bottle of shampoo, but he reached out and took it.

“Here, let me do that.” He squeezed some into his hand and rubbed it into her hair.

He worked the shampoo through her hair, fingers massaging her scalp. He felt her body go limp against his. “Hey, don’t fall asleep, ok?”

“Not.” She mumbled, “Just relaxed.”

“Uh-huh.” He poured water over her hair as he rinsed the soap out. “Hand me the conditioner please.”

She handed it over and he opened it, the familiar lavender scent hitting his nostrils as he poured a generous amount into his hand. He smoothed the conditioner into her hair then poured out a second handful. She had a lot of hair. He took his time, using his fingers to comb out any tangles and making sure every bit of hair was coated.

While Drake focused on her hair, Riley lathered soap onto a loofa and washed the front of her body, leaning forward and tossing it over her shoulder to Drake when she was done, “Do my back?”

He moved her hair, gathering the wet, heavy, freshly conditioned mass in his hands and placing it over one shoulder, out of his way. She shivered as his fingers brushed her bare shoulder. He ran the loofa over her back then used his hands to scoop water over her bare skin, rinsing it clean. “Lean back and I’ll rinse your hair.”

She leaned back into his chest and closed her eyes, the warmth of the water around her and the soothing feel of his hands caressing her scalp combined to bring her to the brink of sleep, heaviness overtaking her drooping eyelids. She must have fallen asleep in the tub after all because the next thing she was aware of was being lifted in Drakes arms and deposited into a chair. “Mmmm, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, here.” A towel fresh out of the warmer wrapped around her as another moved across her body, gently drying her.

When she was dry, Drake gathered her in his arms again and carried her to bed, tucking her under the covers before climbing in next to her and pulling her close against his side.

“I never got my cake.” She mumbled into his chest.

A soft laugh rumbled through him, “You can have it for breakfast.”

Her eyes blinked open and fixed on his, “Drake?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“For bathing you?” He chuckled again.

“No. I mean, yes, but also….for loving me.”

His arms tightened around her, “Forever, baby, no matter what.”

“Same.” She sighed; her eyes fluttering closed as she lost the fight to stay awake.

Drake buried his nose in her hair and inhaled before kissing the top of her head. Then he held her close as the sound of her breathing lulled him into a contented sleep of his own.

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[neeksnorton]

Unexpected Pregnancy // Abner Krill x Fem!Reader

REQUESTED BY: @jay-cosplay-bin

A/N - hi there! yes, i know it's been a month. my mental health has been a little sucky recently. i've been out of a long-term relationship for a couple months now and some days - some WEEKS - hurt more than others. thank you for giving me the time i need to step away. TRUST ME, i'm coming back. slowly but surely. enjoy the story!

~You've been living with Abner for quite some time. After waking up in the morning and getting sick, you question whether or not he had gotten you pregnant. ~

NSFW TAGS: pregnancy, quick one-shot, fluff, mentions of vomiting

WORD COUNT: 750+

“God fucking dammit.”

You’re bent over the toilet, throwing up in the bathroom. What the fuck? You never threw up, and now just the SMELL of Abbie making breakfast in the other room was sickening. In the back of your mind, you thought about the possibility of the inevitable.

“There's no way,” You think to yourself. “There’s no fucking way.”

The thought of you possibly carrying Abbie’s child made your heart flutter. You guys hadn't had sex for a while, maybe 2ish weeks? You had both just been busy with work and renovating your new house, and that took a lot of energy. So by the end of the day you guys couldn’t do anything but sleep.

You think back to it, and it makes your insides tighten.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Bare torsos touching, he slammed into you at a ruthless pace. His cock hit your G-spot every time, causing you to feel your throat tighten as you nearly reached your climax.

“Y-yes baby… you like it?” His breath was shaky, his jaw clenched as he felt himself get closer.

“Please… don’t stop, keep going- ahh-” You whimpered. He let out a moan and shot his cum deep into you, body jerking as he did so.

“S-shit-” Your insides coil up and your muscles pulse around his dick. Every nerve of your body is on fire. You feel his hands tangled in your hair, his torso wrapped in your legs, your hands on his back.

“F-fuck- hnnh…” He breathed heavily and slowed down his pace as he came down from his high.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You hear a knock on the door. “Babe, you okay?” The door opens and Ab is standing there with a cup of water, hopefully for you.

“Yeah um… I don’t actually know. I hate to even imply this but… I think I might be pregnant.”

The silence in the room was deafening. You two were financially ready to have a child, that’s for sure. You guys would be okay. But were you preparing for it? Not at all. You know that Abbie has always wanted a kid. And honestly, you do too. But to possibly be pregnant like this, unexpected… It's a lot.

“Oh.”

You swallow. You felt fucking horrible, almost guilty.

“Holy shit.”

He crouches down next to you and slowly turns and looks at you. He has puppy dog eyes, a couple strands of hair falling in front of his face. Your eyes meet his, and your throat tightens up. Tears start to fall from your eyes. You were so overwhelmed. Happiness, sadness, anxiety, guilt, fear. You felt yourself completely shut down. You struggle to breathe, and you couldn’t help whimpering while you cried.

“I’m sorry,” You sob. “I’m so sorry, I was sure I took my pill, I don’t know. I’m sorry...”

“Okay, okay. Shhhhh… you’re okay. It’s gonna be okay. I’m here. I’m here…”

He gingerly grabs your hands, and pulls you into him, hugging you gently. Your chest heaves as he rubs your back, and you struggle to keep your composure. You were positive you took it. Tears uncontrollably fall and leave drops on his dark grey sweatpants.

You nuzzle into Abbie’s chest, breathing in the smell of his deodorant. You attempt to take deep breaths. In, out. In, out. You don’t even know if you’re pregnant yet. You didn’t take a test yet. Relax.

You look up and your tear stained eyes meet Abners. His eyes were a little red and puffy, you can tell that at least a couple tears dropped. You swallow guiltily.

“Um… okay. I haven’t taken a test yet. We should go get a couple and do that.”

“That sounds perfect. Okay, whatever you need to grab to, I’ll go get it for you.”

“You want me to stay home?”

“I just want you to rest and relax. I’d bring you with me but I think it’s a good idea if you wanna chill on the couch, watch something funny to just calm your mind.”

His eyes widen and he starts fumbling his words.

“Not that I don’t wanna take you, I mean. I do, I just mean that maybe it might help, or you can come with me if you want…”

“Ab.” hold his hand and rub it with your thumb. “I know what you mean. I’d like to stay home, that’s okay with me.”

He swallowed and looked away for a brief moment. “Okay. Text me a list of what you need and I’ll run to the Dollar Store up the street and grab it for you.”

“Thank you, babe. I’ll be here.” You smiled and brought your hand to his face.

“Duh,” he whispered while looking away and laughing.

You roll your eyes and can't help but crack a smile. if you ARE pregnant, that kid better have the same dumb charm he does.

#abner krill smut #abner krill fanfiction #polka dot man #polkadot man #abner #david dastmalchian #dastmalchian #smut #pregnancy #fluff #abner krill fluff #abner krill #tss 2021 #the suicide squad fanfic #the suicide squad fanfiction #the suicide squad

[barbwritesstuff]

I posted 1,568 times in 2021

1122 posts created (72%)

446 posts reblogged (28%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.4 posts.

I added 42 tags in 2021

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#i guess i should actually spend some time trying to figure out how tags work

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Happy New Moon!

I hope you enjoy this dark, spooky night. I'm spending it locked away in my cabin, working on the update. It's going to be a steamy one!

Thanks for all the fun asks you guys have sent me over the last month.

Unfortunately, I am (due to a series of bad life choices on my part) poor, so if you have any spare change, and if you've enjoyed Blood Moon, I'd really appreciate it if you could send it my way.

But, if you can't, that's perfectly fine too. I really appreciate all the people who have been sending me spelling mistakes, typos, and bugs. It might not seem like much, but you're really helping Blood Moon become a better game, and I am so grateful for that.

265 notes • Posted 2021-12-03 21:02:36 GMT

#4

Happy Full Moon!

The update is live. You can read it here: Blood Moon Demo.

288 notes • Posted 2021-08-22 11:23:59 GMT

#3

Happy full moon!

The update is live! You can check it out here.

A lot has happened to me this month. The biggest of those things is I have moved. I’m not in South Korea anymore, I’m in New Zealand.

I’m still getting used to saying kia ora instead of annyeonghaseyo, but I’m happy to be this little bit closer to home.

A side effect of me being so close to the dateline though is that the full moon might happen on a different date for me than for you. So, I’m sorry if this update feels late. I (as I always do) waited until I saw the moon before posting. It's beautiful here. I hope it's beautiful where you are too.

But, now, onto the serious stuff.

This update is a little different. I’ve been trying to figure out ways to make the final chapters as good as they can be without overwhelming myself. I’ve also been trying to find a way to give the ROs from Pack B a little more screen time. Part of this process has unfortunately involved removing some segments of the story, and changing existing ones. In particular, I have changed a lot in Chapter Nine. Hopefully, when you read it, you’ll understand why.

It’s also not finished. I’m in the middle of this editing process, so it’s a bit messy, and there are bits that may not quite make sense. I’ll try my best to have those cleaned up by next month.

Thanks as always for all your support. You guys are honestly incredible. I’m sorry if this update wasn’t what you were hoping for. I know it’s not Chapter 11 or 12, but hopefully by editing and tightening up other chapters those final chapters will be really good when they do come out. 💙

314 notes • Posted 2021-10-21 09:20:02 GMT

#2

410 notes • Posted 2021-09-13 14:28:56 GMT

#1

Okay so totally random thought: Werewolves that behave like stereotypical vampires! Living in an old castle, wearing either old style clothing or well tailored suits, talking about history like they lived during it... turns out they are just all massive history nerds who like dressing up.

Hunter: "Ah-ha! I've got you now! Take this!" *rips down the curtains*

Werewolf: *blinks*

Hunter: *blinks*

Werewolf: "Why did you just ruin my drapes?"

Hunter: "You're not burning up?"

Werewolf: "Oh... you thought I was vampire. Ah. I see. You just tried to kill me."

Hunter: "Wait... so... you're not a vampire?"

Werewolf: "No." *takes off glasses*

Hunter: "But... the castle."

Werewolf: "I've spent years paying off the mortgage." *undoes his cufflinks*

Hunter: "What about all the bats?"

Werewolf: "Yes... we've been having a bit of a problem with them this year." *takes off his fancy tailored waist coat*

Hunter: "And the bottles of blood?!"

Werewolf: "My boy, it's Shiraz." *pulls out his belt*

Hunter: "So... I was wrong. You're human?"

Werewolf: "Well..." *eyes start to glow gold* "I wouldn't say that."

518 notes • Posted 2021-09-26 13:13:57 GMT

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[nocompromise-noregrets]

WIP meme!

@writerman and I were just talking about wanting one of these, and saying we'd tag each other in the first one we saw in the wild, but I now can't find one when I need one, so I'm going to make one up instead. So!

List the titles/filenames/descriptions of your WIPs and tell us a little bit about them/wail about them/beg for inspiration/whatever you want! Then tag some people for a no-obligation mutual wailing/cheering/complaining session!

I'll go first:

My Heart Is An Empty Vessel: the Giant Ongoing One That Is Eating My Life. I know what needs to happen, I know I'm nearly there (if being probably about 30 chapters from the end qualifies as being nearly there), it's just getting the bloody thing over the line. What I need is to buckle down and get on with it, which is the thing that I am signally Not Doing. It's going to be fun, too, I'm bringing Elrond and almost the entire Rivendell crew to Dale for talks, but I'm terrified that I don't know what they're going to talk about/how it's going to go/what to do with it, and I ought to know by now that if I get writing it'll tell me what it wants to do, I've just...been putting it off, more or less, for a long time. I think I don't want it to end.

Break You But You'll Mend: the sequel to Empty Vessel, which has sprouted all manner of plotlines that I don't quite know what to do with, including an OT4 (Bard, Thranduil and their respective wives Maudie and Auriel), Sigrid and Tilda making friends with the Twins, Elrond, Erestor, Glorfindel, Celebrían, Sam, Frodo, Bilbo and all manner of others, Auriel having to come to terms with her natural father (Celegorm) being out of Mandos, the girls going looking for Thranduil's parents, Thingol, Melian, Dior and the rest of the Doriath crew, and Tilda adopting Mauhúr the Orc from @lemurious' A Few Trusty Lads. Oh, and Sigrid and Tilda are plotting to ask the Valar for another few favours. WHAT IS GOING ON.

All I Want Is You: the daft modern AU set during the 2020 lockdown(s). Again, I know what needs to happen (a wedding! a YouTube channel featuring the kids experimenting with all the random weaponry they find in the attics and cellars of Greenwood Hall under Bard's expert medieval-weapons-specialist eye! last year's experimental pairing! Arwen and the Twins appearing here and there via video chat!), it's just getting my head down and actually writing the thing.

A Somewhat Unexpected Journey: in which Bilbo, having remained in Erebor with Thorin, gets a letter from home and goes back to the Shire to retrieve his tiny orphaned cousin, accompanied by Tauriel, Kíli and Fíli. I am struggling with this one because I can't quite get my head round Bilbo-remains-in-Erebor fics - because if he and Frodo aren't in the Shire, then Frodo doesn't develop the relationships that then make the Fellowship of the Ring work. Also because Bilbo is, in my mind at least, so much a part of the Shire and the Shire is so much a part of him. I suspect that when he gets there, he's going to realise this, and then is going to have to do a certain amount of thinking things over and persuading Thorin that perhaps a nice country retirement is in order (and persuading Fíli that now might be a good time to come into his own, as it were). I'm also struggling because Bagginshield is really not my thing XD I can see it, of course I can, but it's so prevalent in the fandom that it rather puts me off (this is also, tangentially, why I didn't really get properly back into the fandom when the Hobbit movies came out - the Sherlock fandom was so batshit insane at the time, and so overwhelming, that it's put me off Martin Freeman and Zinglebert Bembledack* for life... XDDDD which is probably the other reason why I can't quite be doing with Bagginshield - Martin Freeman just annoys me. Sorry, guys, and sorry, Martin, it's not your fault. I just...I can't help it. XD )

Part whateverit is of It's Always Been You: in which we lurch from the spring after the Battle of the Five Armies to Aragorn and Arwen promising themselves to each other to the War of the Ring through the eyes of Rúmil and Orophin, and probably the Twins, and we see the beginnings of Legolas' Complete Personality Transplant. I think it's the scale of this one that scares me, which is quite ridiculous, all things considered, because all I really need to do is skip from Lothlórien scene to Lothlórien scene, plus Helm's Deep, and then probably put in the Grey Company and Pelennor Field etc from the Twins' point of view and probably the Battle of the Greenwood, and...ah, fuck it. I just need to buckle down. (it was part three, but there are other oneshots that appear between the three parts, so now I have no idea what number it is and it doesn't have a title either SIGH)

Two of a Kind: which is my ongoing ridiculous original novel thing, which needs extra scenes bloody everywhere, and as usual it's not cooperating. Most of it is written, it's just filling in the sodding gaps. Aargh.

Oh, and my My Slashy Valentine assignment, which is currently not cooperating and which I can't talk about in any case. XD

Right. That's me done! No obligation tags for @writerman, @allegoriesinmediasres, @mihrsuri, @bigneonglitter, @lonelyheartsmotel, @verecunda, @lemurious and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it. If you feel like wailing/howling/cheering/complaining about your WIPs, please feel free to do so!

*this is an Eddie Izzard-ism from a sketch she did some years ago about an imagined workshop trying to come up with a stage name for the singer Arnold Dorsey - his stage name is Englebert Humperdinck, and all Eddie's suggestions scan the same...as does the name of Funtospoof Actor'sname. I've been calling him it for years XD

#tag game #wip meme #wailing/howling/cheering/complaining about wips! #my writing

[farfromsugafanfic]

Sutures - Chapter Two: Conjugate

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): invasions of privacy

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

Notes: This was originally written and completed on Wattpad between 2018 and the beginning of 2020. I’ll be slowly posting the chapters here. I may make a tag list depending on if enough people want to follow along with updates. Leave me some feedback if you would like added to a tag list.

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You sighed as the nurse pulled the IV out of your arm. The muscles in your body relaxing for the first time in hours.

"There we are," the nurse said. "Looks like you'll be out of here in a few hours. Just make sure not to get too far from that man of yours."

You smiled up at her, not wanting to explain that he wasn't your man and that you'd only just learned his name from a news broadcast a few hours ago. When Eunji had texted you that he was an idol, you'd thought she was joking. She was drunk after all and probably would've called any guy flirting with you an idol.

"This is crazy," Eunji said. "What're you going to do?"

"I don't know," you said. "I guess I'll have to contact him somehow."

"Did you get his number?"

"No, we never intended to see each other again."

"Well, he's looking for you."

---

"Jang Sumi?" a man asked, knocking politely as he entered.

"Yes?"

He bowed politely as he entered.

"I'm Bang Sihyuk, CEO of BigHit Entertainment," he said.

Your eyes grew wide and you immediately bowed, feeling slightly embarrassed you hadn't recognized him and done so before.

"We would like to discuss a proposal with you. If you'd please sit down," he said, pointing to the newly made hospital bed.

You sat down and the man sat down in the chair Eunji sat when you first awoke. "We have reason to believe you are Min Yoongi's soulmate. I'm sure the doctors have already explained that this means the two of you must remain near each other."

You nodded.

"In order to protect his career, we would like you to move into the BTS dorm. We will pay you and compensate you for any trouble."

"What about my career?" you asked.

The man nodded, his shoulders relaxing as if he'd expected you to question him.

"We've done our research and you're an English tutor? You can continue online sessions and do occasional in-person sessions away from the dorm. We don't want to take away your livelihood by any means. We want to protect both of you."

Your mind overflowed with thoughts. You'd be living with seven guys. Seven idols. Would girls get jealous? Would their fans even know? You had too many questions for the man to possibly answer.

You could certainly use the extra money and without having to pay rent, it would allow you to begin saving money. Something you'd wanted since you'd moved out.

You'd have to work less though, but you were sure the compensation that BigHit offered would be more than enough to make up for the fewer hours.

"All right," you said. "As long as I can keep my job, I agree."

---

"Boys, this is Jang Sumi," Bang PD said.

You bowed to the seven boys in front of you, secretly wishing the much more charming Eunji hadn't gone home. Even though it was obvious they had rushed to the hospital based on the various array of sweatpants and messy hair, they all still looked gorgeous.

The boys bowed back and their gazes wandered down to your neck, their eyes wide. You hadn't noticed the bruises there from the night before. You shyly broke eye contact and looked over to Yoongi who sat with his feet dangling off the hospital bed.

You met his dark eyes. Instead of the mysterious and hungry look they'd held the night before, they now looked exhausted and slightly annoyed. His gaze left yours momentarily as his eyes looked down at the bruises on your neck. His face remained expressionless except for a small flick of his tongue between his lips.

"The doctors need to run a few more tests and talk with Yoongi and Sumi," Bang PD said. "We should leave them alone"

The six other boys filed out of the room and you took a seat on the bed next to Yoongi, leaving a large space between you, so that it would be nearly impossible to accidentally brush against one another.

"Hi," you said. "So, it's been an interesting day, huh?"

The boy didn't respond and before you could make more futile attempts to fill the silence two doctors walked into the room.

"Min Yoongi and Jang Sumi?"

You both nodded and bowed.

"All right, I know this is all a bit overwhelming right now, but once we all discuss and decide on the various options, I'm sure you'll feel better." The doctor flipped a few pages on his clipboard before looking back up at you. "So, as you both know, this is still a fairly rare condition. Finding one's soulmate and having it cause heart attack like symptoms is not well understood. Due to this, we request at least monthly check-ups for at least the first year for both of you to ensure your heart is okay and to check your overall health. The rest depends on how the two of you choose to proceed. Are you two currently in a relationship?"

"No," you both answered.

The doctor nodded.

"The easiest and best way to proceed is to attempt a relationship. While it might be awkward at first, for your overall general health, it will be the best way to adjust and will allow the withdrawals to be less frequent and violent in the future. If--"

"No," Yoongi said. "We can't do a relationship."

"What do you mean?" you asked, your head whipping around to face him. The last thing you wanted was to be in a relationship with a man you barely knew, especially the day after you'd officially ended it with your ex. But if the doctors said it was the best way to deal with the situation, you were inclined to listen.

"It's for both of our own good," he said. "You have no idea what a relationship with an idol would be like."

"Well, there are other options," the doctor said, glancing between the two of you. "If you truly don't want to be together, we can work on trying to weaken or even sever the connection between you. It is rare and difficult to do, but it has been achieved. You will have to stay in the same building as the other person most of the time. There do seem to be some exceptions such as work or situations where the other absolutely can't be present. However, at first, these withdrawals will be powerful and you may not be able to leave the building without the other person at all. For the first week, we suggest not doing so.

"In order to attempt to sever the connection, we will have to monitor your mental health and work to keep the relationship on track. While you don't have to remain distant from each other, it is important to not have feelings for each other, or else it will not work. You will have monthly or bi-weekly appointments with a psychiatrist who is trained to work with cases like this.

"You will also experience something we like to call urges. These are instances of extreme attraction to one another. It will be extremely difficult to be apart from each other during these times. It is important that you be together in these times, but if you are choosing not to pursue a relationship, you must do your best to resist the attraction."

After the doctor was done explaining everything and had recorded your decision to attempt and sever the connection, they drew blood from both of you and allowed you to leave.

---

You'd spent the rest of the day packing. Your things were going to be confined mostly to one room, meaning you had to downsize and choose what was most important to you.

You heard a knock on the door and before you could answer it, it was already open and Eunji and the entirety of BTS came through your door.

"Sorry if I scared you," Eunji said. "I let them in."

"Sumi," the tallest one said. He was the leader, Kim Namjoon, according to Google. You figured you should at least try to learn your new roommates. He introduced himself and the rest of the boys, other than Yoongi. "We decided to help you pack up before the movers get here. I'm sure it's quite overwhelming to have to move all of a sudden."

"Yes," you said. "This is very sweet. I guess, um, you could help clean up a bit? I haven't had a chance to clean the kitchen since I got home. And, maybe someone else wouldn't mind getting dinner?"

"No problem," Namjoon said, motioning to the members.

"I'll be in my bedroom if you have any questions or need me for anything."

Eunji was already bonding with the younger members of the band and showed them where all of the cleaning supplies were kept. You smiled at her ability to make friends quickly and headed back to your bedroom.

Your suitcase laid open on your bed as you sorted through your clothes, trying to decide what to keep. You'd already packed the essentials, the rest of your closet spread out around the suitcase.

You felt something soft beneath your foot. You bent down and picked up the fabric, recognizing it as the dress you'd worn out the night before. You hated to leave it behind it, but you weren't sure you would need such a nice dress again. And if you did, you could just borrow one of Eunji's. You folded the dress and were attempting to make a decision when a knock sounded on your door.

"Come in."

The door opened and Yoongi walked in. He wore a beanie, a sweatshirt, and a pair of jeans. You almost liked the more casual look on him more than the slightly more dressed up look he'd worn when you first met. You weren't sure if you truly liked it better or if it was just the connection between you talking.

"Sorry to intrude," he said. "I was just wondering if you needed any more help? The rest of the boys pretty much have it handled out there."

You tried to put aside the resentment you felt for the boy from earlier in the day when he so bluntly decided not to follow the best option and try the relationship.

"You can pack up my knitting stuff," you said pointing over to your desk in the corner where you kept yarn, knitting needles, and the various guides. "Just be careful not to tangle the different yarns together."

He nodded and grabbed an empty box and carefully placing each skein in the box. You turned back to the dress in your hands. You fingered the soft fabric and sighed as you went to set aside. Before you could set the dress with the rest of your discarded clothes, you felt a hand take it from you. You looked up at Yoongi, who held the dress and placed it into the suitcase.

"It looks good on you."

---

"You like to knit?" Yoongi asked, a few minutes later.

"Yeah," you said. "It calms me down when I'm stressed."

He nodded as he placed the rest of the items from the desk into the box.

"Sumi!" someone called from the hallway.

"What do you want us to do with this?" one of the boys asked, you believed his name was Jimin, followed by a blond-haired boy, Taehyung. Jimin dangled your stuffed cat in the air, a smirk across his face.

"Hey!" you said. "Don't hold Kitty that way!"

The boy laughed as you snatched the stuffed animal from him. One of Kitty's button eyes was loose and dangled slightly, causing her eyes to look uneven.

"You named it Kitty?" Jimin asked laughing.

Eunji came into the room. She seemed slightly annoyed with the two boys who had run off from their duties.

"I was four!" you said, looking down at the stuffed cat. "Besides, it's an English name!"

"All right, all right," Jimin said, relenting his taunts. "Do you want to take Kitty or not?"

You made eye contact with Eunji who's eyes were wide. She knew what Kitty meant to you, but Kitty was also falling apart. Her eye was the least of her trouble, you'd sewed the majority of her seams back together multiple times. You didn't want to risk Kitty getting lost or falling apart altogether. You knew it was time to let her go.

"She is pretty old and I'm getting too old for toys anyway. Um, I guess put her in with the donation pile." You handed the stuffed animal back to Jimin who took it and hesitantly walked from the room.

You felt tears pricking at your eyes, but you held them back and went back to sorting through your clothes. The task felt harder all of a sudden, but eventually, you finished, zipping up the suitcase.

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It was late by the time you arrived at the dorm. It was huge, the biggest apartment you'd ever seen. It was surprisingly clean for being inhabited by seven boys, but you figured they were just too busy to cause much of a mess.

The extra bedroom they'd been using as storage was already clear for you. You made your bed and then opened your suitcase and began emptying it into the dresser.

"Need some help?" Namjoon asked, standing in the doorway.

You smiled at the boy as he began sorting your clothes, making it easier for you to put away.

"Thank you," you said. "I'm exhausted and I'm honestly dreading the rest of the boxes getting here tomorrow."

He nodded.

"We've moved a lot," he said. "Sometimes I feel more tired after moving than dance practice."

You both laughed lightly.

"They told me you're an English tutor?"

"Yeah," you said.

"It'll be nice having someone else who can speak English."

"None of the other boys can?"

He shook his head.

"No, they all understand a little. But none of them are fluent."

"We'll have to change that then," you said, laughing.

"How'd you learn it?"

"My mom grew up in the US. Her parents were from here but moved to the US when my mom was a baby. She met my dad when she was here visiting family and she ended up moving when they got married. So, I grew up speaking both Korean and English. My parents recently moved to the US actually, to be closer to my grandparents."

"Wow," he said. "That's a better story than mine. I just watched Friends."

You laughed.

"That's more impressive though. You taught yourself. I kind of just learned it the same time I learned Korean."

You felt some of the nerves you'd felt coming into the dorm beginning to leave you. While you were sure it would talk longer for you to adjust, the boys had all tried to be as helpful and welcoming as possible. Even Yoongi. Despite the fact he'd barely talked to you, he still helped pack up your apartment.

"Sumi," you heard another voice say. You turned around and saw Yoongi standing in the doorway, his eyes focused on his phone. "We have a problem."

"What?" you asked, your eyebrows knitting together.

"Someone found your shoes."

"My shoes? You mean, the ones I left at the bar last night?"

Yoongi nodded.

"Someone is selling them online. They're using the connection to me to get attention. The bidding ends tomorrow."

You grabbed onto the dresser and tried to steady yourself. You'd expected something like this to happen eventually, but just twenty four hours after you'd even met Min Yoongi?

You heard Namjoon say something to Yoongi, but you didn't catch what it was. You felt a hand on your shoulder and saw the leader looking straight at you.

"We're going to get this figured out."

All you could do was nod.

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Let Me Hear You Say

part 46: Joshua’s Weeb Closet. (46/50)

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“You know I can break out of this, right?” you say to Mingyu who is currently holding you down. He just scoffs knowing you can't move anywhere, but entertains you, “I know, it just makes me feel strong”

“You already strong, Gyu. Anyways where is everyone?” Seokmin asks. You look around the room only seeing half of your friends in Seungcheol’s small living room. Seungkwan and Wonwoo are sitting on the couch quietly talking. You wonder how they became friends because you've never seen them talk to each other. You assume Jeonghan and Joshua are probably somewhere making out so they don't have to deal with actually setting up the party. Seungcheol and Jihoon seem to be lecturing Chan about who knows what. Things are finally quieting down when everyone decides to watch the movie that's playing until someone bursts through the doors, “I'm here motherfuckers. The party is finally getting started”

“She drunk, isn't she,” Cheol asks as he points towards the small blonde girl in Mina’s arms. Seoyeon nods as she brings Chaeyoung to one of the rooms in the apartment. When she comes back, everyone turns towards the commotion at the front door. “You can't make me go inside. I'll bite you, you know I will” 

“Soonyoung, if you just go inside, it'll make everything so much easier,” Jun says as he continues to try and push the smaller boy in. Everyone just watches him, Minghao, and Vernon struggle to bring Soonyoung in until Cheol eventually just picks him up and holds him down, “You two are gonna talk like two grown adults or I’m firing Jihoon”

“Woah why am I getting involved in this?” Jihoon asks walking over to the rest of the group. Everyone looks confused before Chan talks, “How can you even fire him?” 

“Yea and with what job exactly,” Soonyoung says causing Cheol to roll his eyes, “Look if guys talk to each other, I'll tell you where I work” 

“One, no one cares. Two, stop lying to yourself, it's okay if you're unemployed. We won't stop loving you just because you don't have a job, Cheollie” you say which only annoys him more. Jihoon confused asks, “Why do you guys really believe he's unemployed? The dude is literally our boss.”

“ ‘Our’ boss?” Seungkwan says, “yes our boss. He's at the building all the time. How did you not know that?”

“To be honest I thought he was just going there to hook up with you, Ji,” Jeonghan says before getting a drink. “Ew, why would I hook up with Cheol? He's like my brother. That would just ruin your friendship.”

“And that is exactly why I’m not admitting my feelings for Y/n!” Soonyoung screams before trying to run away but failing as Cheol is still holding him down. You decide yelling back is the best option, “like I would ever admit my feelings for you.” 

“That’s it! Time out for you two until you can figure out your issues. Bring them to Shua’s weeb closet and don’t let them out until they're cool with each other.” Cheol says before lifting Soonyoung. Mingyu sees the message Cheol sends and brings you to Joshua’s room as well. “Hey hey, why are you taking them to my closet? What if they fuck in there?”

“Then they'll be happy again,” Vernon says with a smile on his face. Shua rolls his eyes before giving in. Eventually, you and Soonyoung are both shoved into the small closet. You try to stay as far as you can from him, putting a blowup titan in between the two of you. To ease the awkwardness after a few minutes of silence, Soonyoung asks, “You think Shua uses this thing as a sex doll?”

“If he does, I regret touching it,” you reply. The boy beside you laughs and says, “If I remember correctly, you and Joshua sleeping together for a whole two years after college, right?” 

“Yeah well, it was kinda weird. Let's just say, you aren't the only furry in our friend group.” This makes him laugh again before finding a place to sit down. You take a seat beside him as he leans his head on your shoulder, “I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“For what exactly, Soonie?” You ask back wanting a better explanation than just a small sorry. He rolls his eyes before saying, “You already know why. For being immature and not dealing with things like an adult.”

“To be honest, none of us deal with things like adults. We're just the worst. I guess I’m sorry too.” you say back to him. The two sit comfortably in silence just relaxing in each other’s company. Why did we make things so hard for no reason? you wonder. That thought quickly goes away when you remember that the two of you are friends and you never want to ruin that, but your thoughts are interrupted, “I love you, Y/n. But I mean even if it's pretty obvious, I know I'm not very good at showing it.” 

“But we're friends, Soon,” you say back before walking to the other side of the closet. You glance at his face for a second and see a bit of hurt in his eyes. Why am I still hiding how I feel? What’s the point of lying to myself and everyone else? You ask yourself before he breaks your thoughts once again, “Y/n, you say that, but then you're willing to fight with me for months because of the whole situation. Why are we just continuing to do this to each other?” 

“I don't know, Soon. I really don't know,” you reply, overwhelmed, burying your face into your hands. He walks behind you and gives one of his famous, familiar back hugs to comfort you. You relax into the hug as he softly kisses your shoulder, “it's okay, Y/n. You don't need to have an answer right now. It's not wrong to want to take everything at your own pace. I just don't want to feel like I have to constantly avoid you because like you said, you are my best friend.“

“Are you trying to say ‘the power of friendship is so strong’ that we can get through things like this?” you sarcastically say as you laugh and lean into his arms. He giggles and replies, “That's exactly what I’m saying.” The two of you once again sit in silence. You take in everything from the moment you first saw Soonyoung as a small boy eating dirt in the playground to this exact moment You wonder when everything changed, “When did you realize you loved me, Soon?” 

“There isn't an exact moment. I think just over time my love constantly grew for you. I didn't realize it at first and never really wanted to accept it because, well I'm pretty sure it's obvious why,” he responds. You feel the same way. You've always just told yourself it was because of that dance, but you know those feelings have always been there. More importantly, you know you've acted on those feelings before. “Why did you leave me after graduation? After I told you I love you?” 

“Because I was stupid and a coward. I got jealous of Joshua, but then I started to think I wasn't as good as him. I wouldn't be good enough like him. I thought I wouldn't be able to make you happy like he would, ” he says honestly. You don't understand how he could ever think he wasn't good enough. You loved everything about the kid, from his weird tiger obsession to his incredible dance skills. “Soonie, you know I never believed you weren't good enough. And to be honest, Shua wasn't the greatest boyfriend. He was an amazing friend, but there's something off about knowing your boyfriend is denying his feelings for someone else”

“I guess that's how Seoyeon felt. It was just seeing you in the arms of a model like him brought up my insecurities I guess. I thought it would be too hard to compete. So I ran away because I didn't want to deal with the feelings, ” he explains still holding you in his arms. You feel how much bigger his arms got over the years and decide to ask him another question, “When did you start working out? Not that I'm complaining, but the last time Cheol asked you to work out with him you called him a loser and told him there's no reason to work out when you have a cute face.”

“Yes, my face is adorable, but I figured I'd just work out because why not. Also, Ji paid for a year's gym membership in China by accident,” he answers while softly laughing. The two of you continue to talk about random things for the next few hours without anyone interrupting you. You hear soft snoring on the other side of the door. Soonyoung quietly opens the door to not wake the sleeping person on the other side. You walk out to see Seungcheol and Wonwoo fast asleep on each other and quickly take a photo before sneaking away. You and Soonyoung decide to leave through the window to avoid questions or stares from anyone else. For the rest of the night, the two of you wonder who knows where and finally you feel happy to be with your best friend for once.

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↣ summary: after not seeing each other for years, Yn is ecstatic when she finds out all of her friends will finally be in the same place at one time. but unfortunately an unwanted dream turns a 12 year friendship into hateful relationship between yn and soonyoung.

↣ pairing: reader x soonyoung.

↣ genre: angst, comedy, youtube au, sm au. friends to enemies to lovers.

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❚❙ PROMPTS: “I just wanted to hear your voice”. / “We can pretend that nothing happened last night, but it did”.

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❚❙ WARNINGS: nsfw, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids.

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“Hey…”

“Antonio?”

Sitting up on your bed tossing away the sheets, you turn on the small lamp somewhat worried. It's too late and his gloomy tone of voice worries you. For Jay, you know it hasn't been a good week in the way of the delicate case they have had in his hands. A guy who used to rape and murder officers, just because he thought they didn't deserve to live. In the academy, the instructors teach you to catch the bad people but not to deal mentally with what they do. Every cop has their own way to confront him. Your brother, for example, likes to play videogames to escape from the world.

“You okay?” Whispering, you curl up your legs to your chest, resting your cheek on them.

“Yeah, just wanted to hear your voice”.

You can't help but draw a shy smile on your lips, feeling your face slightly burning. You can't lie and say that he hasn't attracted you since Jay introduced you. He has always been kind and tender, and more funny than your middle-brother had told you.

Last night you went to dinner after work and he drove you to your house. And no, you weren't expecting him to kiss you, just as he wasn't expecting you to correspond it with something else than a physical attraction. You can assure that you're in love with him, but you know you are falling for him a little more every time Antonio looks at you and smiles for no reason.

“Whe—Where are you?”

“Close to the beach. Walking. Clearing my head”.

Puckering your lips, placing your eyes over the large window in front of your bed, you try to not succumb to a new necessity you didn't know you had.

“Wanna come over…?”

“I'd like it”. The murmur appears after some seconds of silence, racing your heart for an instant.

“'Key, see you now”. Biting your bottom lip to contain a smile, you hang up the call.

You decide to get up from bed, being aware that if you stay there you'll end up falling asleep again. The beach isn't too far from your house, knowing the way to perfection. It's your favorite place to have something for dinner after a long shift in the cafeteria you work in. Taking the advantage to bring some order in your flat, you lose track of time till the knocks on the main door claims your attention.

Accommodating your hair, you lead your bare feet to the entrance not being able to hide the soft smile that curves up the corners of your lips, when you receive him. Antonio looks tired to death, not wasting time to hug you under the door frame. Surrounding his neck with both arms you take a step to hold him closer, being overwhelmed by all the sensations he is transmitting to you in such a simple gesture.

The hug lasts longer than you could think, not being bothered by that, enjoying every second of his warmth wrapping you. Hearing him sigh with his forehead resting over your shoulder, you push some distance between both to let him come inside and close the door after his steps.

“Wanna drink something? I have beer, coke, whisky… Water?”

“No, I'm good”. He just replies, taking off his jacket to hang it on a chair. “Listen… we can pretend that nothing happened last night. But it did. I don't wanna put pressure on you and I know who your brothers are, but… I really like you. I've been thinking about you, about us, the whole day. In my job you know when you start to work, but you don't know if you'll come home and I don't want to lose the opportunity of being with you, of leaving this world knowing… that I've made you happy”.

These words, the desperation in his voice as he is finishing them, leaves you speechless. Your brain is trying to process what Antonio has just said, keeping his trembling hands inside the pocket of his jeans. The first thing you can think about is that you don't care about Jay, nor Will. They only want for you a man who treats you like you deserve. The best of the best. And the man in front of you is it.

“I can leave, if you wan'me to”.

“Wh— no, no, no”. You fastly reply, taking the steps enough to shorten the distance between the two of you, aware that you've spent too many seconds without saying anything, making him doubt that you don't feel exactly like he does. “I… Antonio, I…”

As soon as you understand that you're not able to form a sentence with sense, you simply place your hands on both sides of his neck while standing on your tiptoes, to crash your lips on his. It doesn't take him by surprise, being what he was waiting for more than for a talk. Bending down slightly, he lifts you up to urge you to surround his waist with your legs. The necessity of feeling each other closer and closer is suffocating you, leaving you breathless because of the passion concentrated in the kiss.

Antonio brings you to your room fastly than you can assimilate, falling on the bed when his knees collide with the mattress. The kiss breaks because of the laughs with a sensation of joyful filling up your chests. Helping him with his t-shirt to throw it somewhere on the floor, you roll up over his body before attacking his lips again. Biting, sucking and tasting them. Deepening with his tongue invading your mouth to play with yours. His hands paw your body almost desperate to memorize every inch of your anatomy, landing them on your ass when he feels the friction against the rock under his jeans, as soon as you swing your hips.

Antonio tosses off his shoes, heel against heel, sliding his fingers over your body to grab the gems of your t-shirt and take it off to discover your soft and sweet skin. Normally, both you and him, would enjoy some foreplay; but not this time. Not after long months of containing the desire to be together in every way. He needs to be inside you. You need him to be inside of you. And while his lips devour your breasts helping himself with a hand, stealing your honeyed moans, the other undoes his belt and the zip of his jeans. Three simply pulls down and his hardness breaks free to his abdomen.

You can't help but lick your lips strongly, urging you to lie on your back to watch him roll down the black thong left on you by your thighs. The fire burning within his eyes gives you chills, not being able to break eye-contact. Settling himself between your legs, spreading them for his delight, his right hands goes straight to his dick; jerking himself off to prepare for you.

“Look at me…” He almost begs with a broken thread of voice, as his glans rubs your center slowly, playing with your mind. “We're on time to stop”.

“I don't want you to”. Your lips brushes his, wrapping his neck with both arms.

You couldn't regret it. You couldn't regret letting him walk into your life. For letting him love you with so much kind and tenderness. Antonio is everything you could have dreamt with all your life, and you're not going to let him go. He just nods in silence with his eyes fixed on yours, digging himself inch by inch inside you. The warmth and the wetness within your cunt make him grunt and shake slightly, feeling by his part how his length forces your wall a little creating a delicious sensation.

“Fuck…” You sigh nailing your fingertips on the back of his neck when he reaches your limits.

Buried deep inside you, one of your legs surrounds his waist trying to push him closer.

“You feel so good, amor”. He babbles pecking your lips with sloppy kisses, placing his right hand on your thigh, as the other wraps your middle back. “You wan'me to move?”

“Please, Antonio”.

He feels proud of hearing you imploring, moving his hips back enough to go forth again, starting a slow dance that curls your tiptoes and causes your eyelids to close. It feels like your bodies are made exactly for the other, fitting to perfection. Soon, your whimpers fill up your room, creating a pleased and delighted echo that it's like a celestial song for the man satisfying you as his only worry tonight. He has the imperious necessity of demonstrating you every single thing he has carried inside his heart since Jay introduced you.

Thrust after thrust, moan after moan, the atmosphere around you is full of heat and devotion for each other. Antonio nails his teeth in your neck without warning you, feeling the tip of his tongue pressing down your skin with soft caresses, being aware that tomorrow you will have a new tattoo. From your lips escape some giggles mixed with surprised gasps, being the match that lights the wildfire inside you.

With a quick move, not knowing where the strength has come from, you sit over him making him laugh. Putting your hands on his bare chest, Antonio travels his to your hips while resting his head on the pillow. If he wasn't in love before, now he really is, watching you taking control. He hasn't ever seen a most beautiful view; you, rocking your body over his, dragging your nails on his skin to bristle it wherever they venture, your breasts almost bouncing with every move (...). If his body were a temple, you would be his goddess without a single damn doubt.

And you can't help but speed up the pace, synchronizing your pleased vocals in a perfect melody all around; increasing them as the knot in your lower belly becomes more suffocating, running your lungs out of air. One of Antonio's hands is placed in your middle back, pushing you down to catch your lips with his. He has declared himself an addict since the very first moment he touched them.

The pearls of sweat decorate your foreheads, as the moans are constant and you can't delay it anymore. The orgasm explodes inside you like fireworks screaming out his name, not caring about the fact that your neighbors can hear you, feeling his hot seed filling you up with a last push to your g-spot. An indescribable sensation that has you two breathless.

You can't help but utter a grunt of disappointment when he pulls himself out of you, falling by a side of your bed trying to catch back your air. Looking at Antonio, the two of you giggle inevitably being conscious of what just happened. But it feels good. It feels so good. Stretching his arms towards you to embrace you against his body, he leans a little to press his lips on yours with so much tenderness, leaving a sigh on them. Resting your heads on the pillow, you place a hand on his cheek to caress it gently with your thumb, watching him close his eyes to only focus on your touch.

“The first time I saw you… I knew your smile would give me some trouble”. You mumble, feeling his grip become a little tightly.

“Did it, uh?”

“Not the kind I thought”.

Antonio chuckles licking his bottom lip, shrugging funnily.

“I'm not gonna say I'm sorry, baby”.

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