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updownlately · 7 months

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no, you don’t have to hide (the things you feel inside, i feel too)

| leah williamson x reader | hurt/comfort | 1.3k | a/n: heard 'lonely eyes' by lauv for the first time today and i got obsessed. whipped up a tiny little h/c fic based on the song! if you want the full effect of the fic (imo) listen to the song as you read! (it's linked above :)) sorry for slightly depressing content, im in a mood.... but anyways, happy reading!

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"i don’t mean to be rude there’s things in myself that i see in you lonely eyes she had those lonely eyes i only know ‘cause i have them too lonely eyes no, you don’t have to hide the things you feel inside, i feel too ‘cause i’m lonely just like you ‘cause i’m lonely just like you"

“Had you not moved your arm a few seconds ago, I swear I would’ve called an ambulance or something…”

The words came from the blonde stood above you, her voice teasing yet cautious, softly testing the waters as she took in your sprawled out state in the middle of the training field.

It was much, much past the time practice had ended, Leah’s rehab session what brought her to stay after, to be there to notice your crumpled form on the pitch.

You, who was still in your training gear, a light hoodie on you however, limbs sprawled out save for your left arm, which was haphazardly slung across your face, hiding your eyes.

Your hum of response barely audible, had the midfielder’s eyebrows furrowing in worry, head tilting to the side as she crouched down beside you.

“Hey, you okay?”

The gentle words caused you to smile wryly, bloodshot eyes hidden underneath the protective cover of the crook of your arm as you did your best to make your voice sound normal.

Clearing your throat as nonchalantly as possible, you took a deep breath before speaking out.

“Yeah….why wouldn’t I be?”

Sighing at how you were clearly not okay, the tear tracks on your cheeks very much visible in the setting rays of the sun, Leah shook her head to herself.

You were stubborn- she very much knew it from having had the privilege of playing with you for the better part of the past season, and if there was one thing she definitively learned about you, it was that you hesitated to show any excess emotions, much rather choosing to let out whatever it may be on the pitch.

Right now though? Right now you looked utterly exhausted, the lack of games clearly taking its toll on you.

Stretching her neck, Leah decided to take her chances at getting through to you, at least enough so that whatever it was you were feeling right now disappeared, her only goal at the moment to make you feel better.

Gently tossing her water bottle a few feet away from where the pair of you were, Leah took a seat beside you, leaving a considerable gap so as to not make you uncomfortable.

Legs extended out as she stretched them, the blonde watched as your chest rose unevenly, almost as if she could hear each shaky breath as it escaped you, you still hellbent on trying to claim you were doing alright.

“You can tell me you’re fine but it doesn’t mean I have to believe it…”

The words were hushed, just whispered quietly enough to stay between you two, even though no one else was around to hear it.

The blonde eyed you warily though, her eyes scanning your face as she saw you register the words.

Watching keenly, she saw you clench your jaw impossibly tight, shoulders tensing, you swallowing hard at the words as your breathing stilled for a second until you realized how you had frozen and quickly picked it back up again.

“You might be doing a good job of hiding it, at least from the others, but- and I don’t mean to be rude- but there’s things in myself that I see in you…and those things aren’t fun, at least in my experience.”

You didn’t realize it, but you found yourself nodding subconsciously at the words, a part of you relieved that your mind wasn’t the only one this messy.

Seeing the way your head moved had the Gunner beside you smiling slightly, glad to see your walls crumbling ever so slightly.

Pausing to see if you would say anything, Leah patiently waited, head turning as she gazed around at the scenery around you two, bathing in the calmness of Mother Nature as she gave you a minute or so to collect yourself.

So caught up in watching a baby bird as it shakily flew from one branch of a tree to another, Leah was pleasantly jolted out of her reverie by your faint voice, your words lowly mumbled, as your arm came to move down from your eyes, revealing your bloodshot eyes to Leah, your gaze not meeting hers one bit as you looked up into the pinking sky above.

“It- it sometimes gets loud, y’know?”

Your hesitant tone, coupled with the tired words and red eyes had the skipper’s heart quietly breaking, well aware of what you were referring to.

Staying silent to urge you to continue, the blonde leaned back on her elbows, humming near soundlessly,

“The voices up there, they just don’t stop. I wish they did so bad, but they don’t…”

A bubble of comfort took over the both of you at the words, the breeze blowing between as you basked in the freeing relief of being understood.

It just so happened that the blonde unfortunately knew exactly what you were referring to- the little voice, sometimes voices, that never stopped. Reminding you of each mistake in a game, each misspoke or awkward pause in your conversations. Voices that held the weight of the fans’ emotions, their expectations, their disappointment, each and every criticism ever uttered into existence, all meshed into a voice that followed her everywhere, not a moment of reprieve, as the assault battered her down day by day, no matter how hard she pushed through it.

Nodding in understanding, breathing deeply as she felt herself feel seen, Leah exhaled softly before speaking.

“I wish I could tell you it gets better, but I can’t promise that…”

Her words hung in the air as you felt another wave of emotions cross you, the sentiment not really what you expected nor wanted to hear at the moment.

Eyes tearing up at the admission, exhaustive frustration seeping into your bones, you sunk deeper into the grass beneath you, too afraid of the hurricane of emotions within you to speak up.

Doing your best to hold it together, you willed the tears to not fall, keeping your eyes open for as long as possible so that they’d dry out faster, hoping the unshed tears would disappear.

You were almost successful too, nearly getting a grasp on your emotions, before you heard shuffling from the girl beside you, feeling your arms brush as you just barely tilted your head to the side, watching from the corner of your eye as Leah settled down beside you, joining you in laying down.

Feeling her body warmth near you, you took a shuddering breath, the heavy weight of being alone earlier slowly rising from your chest as breathing became a tad bit easier.

“What I can tell you- no, promise- what I can promise you is that I’ll be here beside you through it all if you’ll have me. We don’t even have to talk if you want. If you want someone to sit beside you when your mind gets a little too loud, your heart a little too heavy? I can do that. You don’t have to do it alone…I rather you not, to be honest.”

Lips turning ever so slightly as you closed your eyes, head nodding microscopically, you took in a deep sigh, flexing your jaw as your lungs loosened, the weight not completely off your chest just yet, but just enough that you believed for a second, for a moment, that maybe things could be alright.

“I think I’d like that…”

And when Leah intertwined your hands together, letting them rest between your bodies as you watched as the pink sky slowly molded into orange and then purple as the sun finally set, you took the chance to look over at her, her eyes meeting yours at the sound of your movement, two pairs of lonely eyes recognizing your shared emotions, any differences pushed aside as you stripped down to nothing but understanding and relief- grateful to find someone just like you, to be there for you.

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lucid-loves · 3 months

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Taste Like Venom ~ Simon "Ghost" Riley Part 6

Pairing: Ghost x assassin!reader (fem!reader, no use of y/n, callsign “Hex”)

Word Count: 4.8k

CW: angst, violence, blood, strong language, scars, enemies to lovers trope, slow burn, fluff, clear attraction and sexual tension, smut later on, reader POV and ghost POV, minors dni, Soap lives in this AU

Let me know if I missed any CWs.

Story Synopsis: After Makarov gets away once again, Laswell decides to force a favor from you, the world’s greatest assassin and best-kept secret. You are now expected to help the 141 with taking down Makarov in addition to playing nice with them. It’s hard to play nice when you have always worked alone. It doesn’t help that one of the team members, Ghost, gets curious about you in each interaction.

Chapter Synopsis: Kate calls you with some news about the mole. Ghost stops by your room a couple hours before you are all meant to leave in order to spend some more private time with you. When everyone leaves to board the early train to Paris, he is still adamant about sticking to your side.

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~ Part 9 ~ Part 10

Dinner went smoothly. A little awkward for you, but fine. You mainly just listened to the conversations, not feeling comfortable enough to include yourself just yet. The 141 respected your boundary, only cracking jokes and discussing things that showed off their personalities. Kyle was the most mellow out of the group, despite being the youngest. Soap was definitely the loudest, a jokester. At least he was confident. Price was level-headed but sharp. He wasn’t afraid to tease his team when the opportunity was just right.

And Ghost? You got to see a new side of him. One that was more open around his teammates. Considerate, but snarky every now and then. Dry, blunt, caring. The side you were already familiar with though was still there at dinner. The entire time during dinner, he secured himself right beside you, close to you. He didn’t seem all that happy when Kyle sat next to you on your other side too. Every so often, Ghost’s leg would brush against yours, the exuding heat making you shiver. He really ran warm.

At some point, you caught on that he was brushing his leg against yours on purpose. He did it every time Gaz ended up bumping your shoulder during a fit of chuckles, completely by accident. It didn’t bother you too much, having grown more comfortable around the men as time passed during dinner.

However, it completely bothered Ghost. He knew that Kyle didn’t mean any harm. He most likely wasn’t realizing that he was doing it. Yet, it still bothered him. He’s the only one that wanted the privilege of touching you. By accident or on purpose. It scared him a little, the sinking feeling he got every time Gaz’s shoulder brushed against yours. The feeling of jealousy. He didn’t know that he was the jealous type.

Once dinner was over, everyone retreated back to their bedrooms to try to get some rest in. Ghost lied in his bed, Soap having taken over the shower as soon as they got back to the room. He closed his eyes, trying to see if he could actually rest up.

Simon has always struggled with sleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, he would see nightmares. Experiences that he has gone through that he wouldn’t even wish upon his enemies. The flashbacks were a bit more tolerable when his eyes were just resting. They were just images in his mind. It was when he actually fell asleep that his nightmares came to life. There have been plenty of moments where he would jump up in bed, clutching his chest and trying to get his panicked breathing under control. Sometimes his skin even twitched painful from where he would be stabbed, shot, or even bitten within his dreams.

He’s always dreaded sleeping. However, this time, when he closed his eyes and took deep breaths, he didn’t see his past behind his eyelids. He saw you. You tossing him the book you’re letting him borrow, you starting the fire in the cabin, you listening intently to confidential conversations, you giving him a teasing smile with the sunset behind you. He even saw you on top of him, hips pressed against his and a knife to his chest. Before he knew it, he was imagining a replay of that entire situation, only this time, you were dressed in only your panties and t-shirt like the first day he met you. Your t-shirt would weigh down with gravity as you would straddle him. He would have been able to see your cleavage. The thin fabric of your underwear would drive him crazy too. It would make him want to just rip them to shreds just to see all of you without a barrier.

All of these thoughts were involuntary, but Ghost was having a hard time trying to stop them once they started. It wasn’t until he heard the sound of the shower turning off that he opened his eyes back up to stop the dirty film in his mind. When he sat up and looked down, he cursed under his breath. Really? A fucking boner? Again? What were you doing to him?

He got up and shifted his pants just as Soap came out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed and ready for some sleep. When he saw his lieutenant standing and putting on some boots, he raised his brow curiously. “You going somewhere, Lt?”

“Gonna walk around a little. Burn some extra energy.” He made up, hoping the excuse would be enough for Soap to drop it. Hopefully, Soap wouldn’t look too closely at him either.

Johnny nodded and headed towards the room’s mini-fridge, helping himself to an ice cold water bottle. As Simon left, Soap didn’t notice the slight bulge in his pants. Although, he did notice the lieutenant walking a little differently. Not unlike the way most boys had to walk when they were trying to hide something they couldn’t control due to puberty. He held his breath to avoid laughing. Right up until the door was closed with a click. Soap never thought that he would see Ghost so down bad for anyone.

Simon headed up to the rooftops to get some alone time. He’s been meaning to find some more time to finish the book you lent him. Finding a comfortable spot leaning against the wall, he cracked open the book and began to read, a military-grade flashlight illuminating the words on the page.

The time ticked slowly through the night, having you wonder if time had actually stopped. There were still a couple of hours left before it was time to check-out, so you tried to fill the time as best as you could. You just stepped out of the shower, a long, warm one. You normally took quick showers that were lukewarm at best. When it was the hotel paying the hot water bill, however, you didn’t really care about how long your shower was or how hot the water rushed.

It was heaven feeling the water pressure massage your tense muscles. The scent of clean steam and soap helped you relax as well. You weren’t one for the standard, generic soaps that most hotels provided. You preferred your own scents, your own soaps that you were accustomed to. The scents that helped you feel most comfortable in your own scarred skin.

By the time you turned off the shower, your fingertips had turned pruny and you were craving a cold beverage. Wrapping a towel around your frame, you stepped back out into the beverage to pick a fruit juice from the fridge. As you sipped, the phone on your desk started to vibrate. There was only one person in the world that could call you. If she was calling at this hour, it must’ve been important.

“Kate.” You greeted nonchalantly.

“Hex, how are you doing?” She started with small talk. She always started with some small talk with you before discussing the important matters. Usually it was because she had to butter you up so she could ask for a favor.

Lucky for her, you didn’t mind it. “I’m fine. We’re making good progress with the mission. I’ve been getting to know the boys too. They’re not half bad.”

You could practically feel Kate beaming through the phone at your confession. She was incredibly excited for you. “That’s great to hear! I figured that you would get along with them better than anyone else. I told you they were good men.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves just yet. There’s still a lot to do and a lot I don’t know. I haven’t given them my complete seal of approval yet.” You teased, a small smile gracing your own face as you imagined how happy Kate was. You couldn’t remember the last time you witnessed her smile.

She gave a warm laugh before clearing her throat. “John has told me about what he thinks of you as well as how you’ve been interacting with the team. It was a rocky start, but he told me that you had dinner with them tonight. Really, Hex. I think this is good for you. They’re good for you.”

“Anyway, talking about this isn’t the only reason why I called. I wanted to give you an update on our potential mole situation.” She continued, her tone shifting to proud and carefree to serious and grave.

You took a seat on your bed, preparing to hear the report. “And?”

Laswell paused for a while before releasing a shaky breath. “At the original checkpoint where you were supposed to pick up an armored vehicle, there was an ambush waiting. Makarov’s men. The vehicle wasn’t stolen, so there is no way that they were just there to steal military property. Their only reason for being there was to apprehend the 141.”

“So we have a mole situation after all.” You groaned. When it came to things like this, you hated being proven right. It wasn’t like you liked these kinds of things happening, waiting to brag like a child. This was serious.

“Your hunch was right and you have proven it. The only people that knew where the 141 was going and where they were supposed to be were me and Shepherd. Shepherd doesn’t suspect that I have been turning in false paperwork, but he has questioned me on where you guys were. I think in his panic, he bought my lie. He seemed spooked.” She elaborated in detail.

“Have you told the boys yet?” You inquired. From her tone, it sounded like she hadn't.

“Negative. I figured that you should break the news. Besides, I don’t have anything concrete yet. If tried in court, Shepherd could brush it off as a mere coincidence. Legally, I have to be careful with who I tell and how I say things. I’m going to keep digging on my end, see about getting something on record. You guys just keep going. Take down Makarov.” She decided, her determination clear in her decision. Kate wasn’t one to let these kinds of things brush under the rug. Her sense of justice was too strong for that, even if Shepherd was her superior.

You trusted her to get the job done. She was really risking her job with this one. The least you could do was play a little secretary for her. “Got it. Thanks, Kate. And be careful. If Shepherd is willing to release confidential information to Makarov for his own gain, who knows what else he may do to ensure that no one finds out.”

“Thanks for the warning, Hex, but I don’t think I have anything to worry about. I have an assassin on my side after all. The best in the world.” She claimed, her tone light again.

She wished you good night and hung up, leaving you to process the turn of events. It was going to be tough breaking the news to the team. You could imagine that they were going to get very angry when they finally do know.

You got up from your bed to finally get changed. Just as you were picking out some underwear, there was a knock on your door. Without thinking much of it, you yelled out. “Come in.”

Ghost unlocked the door and waltzed right in only to see you in nothing but a fluffy towel. He reacted to his surprise with anger. “What the fuck, Hex? Why would you invite me in if you were still naked?!”

“A good soldier shouldn’t get distracted by nudity.” You reminded him with a casual shrug.

“Hex.” He simply warned with your call sign, his eyes roaming your body. He could see more scars covering you than before, your full arms, shoulders, and some chest now exposed to him. God, he wanted to trace every scar you had with his tongue. At the same time, he wanted to strangle you.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, proceeding to prepare to finally get dressed. “If it really bothers you that much, then turn around for a minute. There are more important things to worry about right now.”

He grumbled curses under his breath. How dare you put him in such a dangerous situation! Either he turned around and admitted that it did bother him, or he watched you change. For him, it meant sacrificing some pride while the other meant sacrificing his cool. And he just recently calmed down his dirty thoughts of you too.

To you, it really didn’t matter. He had already confessed that he cared about you as a teammate. He wanted you safe. What did you have to worry about in this situation?

In the end, he opted to turn halfway around. He could still see you just out of the corner of his eye, but he tried to keep his gaze straight. Still though, he ached to see you. Even the blurry figure of you nude was such a fucking tease.

You dropped the towel and slipped on some underwear followed by a shirt with a different band on the front. Briefly, you looked over to Simon who stood with his arms crossed, clearly irritated. You contemplated putting on some pants for a moment before ultimately deciding against it. You preferred to be comfortable at night. When he heard you sitting down on the bed, he turned back around.

He didn’t know what drove him crazier. You completely nude, you in nothing but a towel, or you in pajamas that just left a little something to his imagination. How infuriatingly attractive.

“Might want to take a seat for what I’m about to tell you.” You gestured to the desk chair, waiting for him to take a seat. When he settled himself in, hands strategically placed in his lap, you began with your update.

“Kate just called. She said that Makarov’s men were planted at the original checkpoint, hoping to ambush you. Shepherd is definitely a mole given the circumstance, but she needs time to gather more evidence that would hold up in court.” You pulled the band-aid right off. Your bluntness was usually something that knocked people off their feet. Hence, the offer to sit.

Ghost sat in silence, feeling betrayed. He wasn’t surprised. Not in the slightest. Ever since Shepherd allowed Shadow Company to take over in Mexico, he’s never trusted him again. Soap and himself almost died from that incident. More than once too. When Shepherd disappeared afterward, Ghost thought he was a coward. Lucky though. If Shepherd stuck around, Simon would’ve most likely lost his shit on him if one of his teammates didn’t do it first.

He clenched his fists, knuckles cracking menacingly. He could kill someone. Specifically Shepherd. All he could think about now was wrapping his hands around his neck and squeezing down as hard as he could. Hard enough to have his eyes pop out of his skull. “Fucking Shepherd. . .”

You weren’t surprised by his reaction. It was exactly how you expected to go. Anyone would be upset about this. Especially the 141. You’ve read those mission reports. You knew about what transpired in Mexico. However, you were worried that Simon was going to pop a blood vessel. You wanted to make sure that Laswell got back her down deposit on the hotel rooms too.

Simon didn’t notice you getting up, his vision only seeing red. Once you softly touched his shoulder, though, all he could see was you. Your hair still damp, your eyes more warm, and your fresh scent flooding his senses. It calmed him down, his blood pressure going down. Yet, his heart didn’t slow. In fact, it seemed to quicken even more at your proximity to him. Your scars, your hint of cleavage, your thighs. You exposed so much on the surface. But he wanted to explore your depths.

He stood up from the chair, almost causing it to fall over from his force. Your quick step back wasn’t fast enough to escape Simon’s reach. In less than a second, he threw off his mask, grabbed your face, and smashed his lips against yours. He couldn’t fight his attraction to you anymore. He wanted everything from you and he wanted it now.

It startled to be kissed so suddenly. To be grabbed and pulled towards him. He should’ve known better by now. At first, you growled in protest, fight mode kicking in as your natural instinct. You haven’t yet registered what he exactly was doing. Hands gripped his firm shoulders tightly, prepared to push him away. Once your brain flashed with the image of his face, you finally melted.

You only managed to see his face for a split second, but it was more than enough to know that he was devastatingly handsome. A strong jaw, light stubble, and a couple of scars that told a story. His lips were perfect too, just as you had imagined. Not only to see, but to kiss as well. Mostly soft, just a little rough, all sweet.

As soon as you relaxed, Simon wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest and letting his hand roam your back. Instead of easing up, he just dived deeper, his kisses getting more passionate with each second. It was making you lightheaded, moans threatening to escape as you began to feel your brain go numb. He barely gave you time to breathe as he continued to deepen the kiss, his own senses becoming heightened to how you felt on his lips.

Without warning, his hands slipped underneath your shirt to feel your bare back, causing you to gasp and shiver. Simon took advantage of your shock and slipped his tongue into your mouth, his heart going wild with the sweetness of your warm taste. You let out an involuntary moan as he took over your mouth which was more than just music to Ghost’s ears. It was the sound of heaven on earth. And he wanted to replay it like a skipping record.

Your legs were getting weak with each swipe of his tongue, the fear of having your knees buckle taking over. While you tried to grab his attention by tapping his shoulders, he just ignored you. That, or he didn’t notice. He was too busy exploring every inch of your mouth. Licking, sucking, and even biting. You were trembling with pure pleasure at this point, something that he absolutely relished with all his being. He loved feeling each shudder go through you. He loved being able to trace it up your spine to only cause more quivering. It didn’t take much longer for you to begin feeling your panties get damp with your wetness. You were practically dripping already.

It wasn’t like Simon wasn’t affected either. Pressed up against you was his rock-hard erection. One that was impossible to hide or make excuses for.

As soon as he bit your lip in a heated impulse, you pushed him back to catch your breath. Your chest heaved, trying to fill your lungs with air. He left you breathless. “Fucking hell, Simon! You’re gonna suffocate me! You gotta let a girl have some air.”

Jesus, you needed to sit down. Your legs were shaking like a newborn deer. If you didn’t take a seat, you may very well fall to the floor. While you caught your breath on the bed, Simon went to turn the lights off. While he didn’t mind showing you his face for a moment, he wanted to return to some of his comfort zone. He had a feeling that you would prefer the comfort of the dark too for what he was about to do to you.

As the lights went out, your eyes strained to adjust to the dark. Your stomach was flooded with butterflies, your heart raced, and your skin tingled. You could hear the rustle of clothing, Simon deciding that his shirt was no longer necessary. Through the dark with adjusted vision, you could see Simon approaching you once again. His whole torso was covered in scars as well. The tattoos covering his whole forearm probably camouflage even more. Besides that, his muscles were defined, his chest and abs revealed in all their glory. This wasn’t just the body of a man. This was the body of a soldier.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t a little scared of what was most likely going to happen. It has been a very, very long time since you’ve been with anyone. Not since fooling around in high school and a little bit right after. “W-Wait, Simon-”

“I’m not waiting and I’m not sorry.” He cut you off, his voice gruff, unapologetic. His voice was closer than you thought, the deep vibration of his vocal chords going right through you. Before you could protest further, he pushed you down on the bed, towering over you with his ripped 6’3” frame.

Instead of your lips, he went straight for your neck, quickly finding out just how sensitive you were there as he aggressively kissed it. Your back arched, torso pressing against his as he fulfilled his desires. You bit your lip, trying to mute any moan that may escape past your lips. When his hands went up your shirt to grope your breasts, you whimpered, voice shuttering. You weren’t used to this. This lack of control. This feeling of being consumed. But Christ, did it feel so good. Especially with Ghost. Regardless, you needed his attention in order to let him know what to expect if you were to go further. “S-Simon!”

The sound of you whimpering his name made him freeze. He daydreamed about that sound. Hearing it in real life had him reeling. It had his cock twitch in anticipation too. You really fucking turned him on, whether you knew it or not. As much as he wanted to keep going, he finally gave you a chance to speak up. Hopefully, this wouldn’t take long. “Hex?”

Ghost’s own breathlessness when he said your name made your heart skip a beat. You clenched your thighs together, feeling some slickness that ended up dripping from your weeping pussy. You needed to say your piece before it’s too late. “I. . . I haven’t done something like this in forever. . .”

You trailed off, wanting to say more but you couldn’t organize the thoughts that were scrambled in your head. He made you weak. Excited. As much as you wanted desperately to keep going, there was a small part of you that couldn’t ignore the fact that you were scared. You were scared to be so vulnerable again. More than you were now. You were just beginning to open up about your personality after all.

Simon swallowed hard, noticing your apprehension. He wanted to punch himself for rushing you. For pouncing on you like a wild animal in heat. He wasn’t sorry before, but he was definitely sorry now. It made his heart ache. “You don’t want to continue, do you?”

“It’s not that simple. If I’m being honest, I want more. Fuck, I want it all. I haven’t felt this fucking excited in years. I just. . . There’s something stopping me from giving all of myself away so suddenly. . .” You tried to explain, each word out of your mouth strained. Why couldn’t it be more simple? Why couldn’t you just say “fuck it” and have the night of your life?

Ghost was amazing. Sure, you two have fought. Your fights could cause earthquakes with how intense they got. At the same time, he was strong, confident, handsome, and alluring. He hasn’t minded that you have pressed a knife against him twice already. He hasn’t cared about you biting at him with each attempt of getting close to you. He’s been stubborn and patient with you. Most people would have been scared away by now. Most people would’ve left by now.

Yet, you still didn’t trust him completely yet due to your fears. What was that fear though? Besides being afraid of being vulnerable, what else did you fear?

His hand landed on your cheek with much more gentleness than before. He helped guide your eyes to look at him. In the depths of the dark, you could still see his blues. Vibrant like a midnight blue full of stars. His gaze has softened too.

Your breath caught in your throat as he looked at you with such tenderness. Such remorse for what he has done to you. His small smile, though, conveyed optimism.

Jesus, you could cry. You were starting to fall for him.

“It’s okay, Hex. I’m sorry for pushing for something you clearly weren’t ready for. I let my emotions get the better of me. The truth is, I find you irresistible. I didn’t kiss you because I needed relief from my anger over Shepherd. I kissed you because I’ve wanted to for a while now.” He explained with full transparency, something you deserved. He wasn’t ready to admit any deeper feelings that were growing within his heart. He couldn’t make complete sense of it yet. For now, we would keep those confusing feelings hidden, but he won’t hide his attraction any longer.

He got up off of you and rubbed the back of his neck, just now feeling slightly embarrassed for his actions. He couldn’t get the kiss out of his head just yet. Nor the sound of your moans or the softness of your breasts. Simon wouldn’t be able to forget any of that any time soon.

Slowly, you sat up, adjusting your shirt that was hiked up pretty high. “Thanks for understanding. I just need more time.”

Your hand was taken up in his, a little squeeze grabbing your attention again. “I promised you that we would take things slow. I broke that promise just now. Not again.”

Relief washed over you like a tidal wave. Finally, you could breathe easier. Being with him still did things to your head and heart. Something that you would address in solitude later. Right now, you still wanted him to be with you. “What did you originally knock on my door for?”

His shoulders fell as you slowly turned back into your calm state. He loved driving you crazy in more ways than one. However, he liked you calm too. It was something he fed off of along with your other emotions. “I finished the book you recommended. I came to talk about it.”

“Well, we still have time before we have to head out. Wanna talk about it now?”

The train station platform was deserted. Most people were still sleeping comfortably in their beds.

Not the 141. Not Makarov’s weapon guys either.

They haven’t noticed any of you as you dressed in civilian clothes. Even Simon switched his balaclava for a simpler face mask, complete with a lower skull print as part of his brand. The military luggage was swapped out for regular travel luggage as well. Truly, you all looked like tourists. Maybe even residents.

You had told the rest of them about your call with Kate discreetly during check-out. Now more than ever, they wanted to take Makarov down. It would most likely lead to Shepherd’s arrest as well. They were willing to do whatever it takes, even if it meant taking your fashion advice when it was time to wear civilian clothes. You guys were in Italy. American-styled casuals weren’t going to cut it.

Makarov’s men sat in the boxcar two up from yours. Price planned on sneaking into the luggage cart to find their shipment to place trackers on later during breakfast service.You would be on the lookout when he does. Ghost would be the one to place the trackers on the men. Gaz, and Soap would check to see if they worked through their laptops within the safety of their seats.

As of now, you all sat in a car together, waiting patiently for your opportunities. You took the window seat, looking out at the platform that eventually began to slowly pass once the train started. Ghost was sat right next to you, ensuring that you could feel the warmth of his side against you. He would make sure that this would be his spot for the rest of the ride.

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keischreiber · 4 months

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Tailored For You

Synopsis: He's your boyfriend, isn't it only natural that he observes you the most?

Contains: Fluff

Pairings: Reiner x reader

Reiner's your boyfriend, so it's only natural the he observes you the most.

You're always eager to do things with your boyfriend, however you also know that he's busy. This is why you never demand him to go with you. Instead, you always invite him, giving him the option to say either yes or no.

※ "You do know that you can ALWAYS just tell me to go with you, right?"

He had a semi-apologetic look on his face, as if it was his fault why you can't just ask him upfront. But you explain that you don't want to bother him if he's busy because when it came to Reiner and work, things just tend to happen last minute.

This was one of the reasons why he can't help but to continuously grow in love with you. You were always so considerate.

As usual, he agrees to go with you. He never says no unless there was something more important. Thing is, there was simply nothing that was as important as you.

When you arrive at the mall, he knows that it's to get the essentials which often consisted of: Food, cleaning supplies, toiletries— the basics. Sometimes, he'll see that you'll get some things that he knows was for him.

※ "Is this really necessary?"

He'll ask, to which you just say yes because it's for him. You tend to spoil him when you can, knowing that he hardly does that for himself. He uses his money mostly for his mom, his cousin, his aunt and uncle, you.

The one thing that he doesn't usually see you get are things for yourself outside of the essentials. Sometimes, he would see you looking at a dress or two only to walk away mumbling things like, 'my pair at home is still pretty decent, I don't need that'.

He knows that you love stuffed animals, plush toys, anything that was soft and cuddly. There were instances where he'd see your eyes sparkle at the oddest looking one in the store, and then he remembers how your perception of cute was… unique. He saw your collection of monster and other odd plushies amid your zoo of a collection. Even from that you'd walk away, muttering to yourself that 'it's not within this month's budget, so maybe next time'.

Reiner also knows how fond you were of trinkets. You liked jewelry, no matter the price. You always seem to be in a good mood when you pass by a trinket shop that sold all kinds ranging from hair clips to anklets; some plain, others intricate in make. But again, to you it's more of a want than a need. So, it'll have to be for another time.

He knew why you were so tight when it came to money. The both of you have talked about your future together, and you wanted to save as much as you can so that he didn't have to shoulder everything. You even told him not to spend needlessly on you, but rather, spend it on his family. They come first.

And, to be honest, the fact that you care about the people who were important to him made you very endeared to him.

Which was why he honors this request.

But that doesn't mean that he can't spend a little. He never splurges, as per your request, but he does do what he can with what he has.

Because you'll scold him if he buys you new clothes, one time, he would invites you to his house, telling you to bring a few old white shirts, and maybe some old jeans while you were at it. You were curious why you needed to bring clothes, but you did anyway.

When you arrive at his modes home, he's waiting there for you with a do-it-yourself tie-dye kit. Gabi's there too, happily offering her help in turning your old white shirt into a masterpiece.

While you and Gabi did that, Reiner was with some needle and thread, sitting with his mom. There, Reiner was getting a quick lesson on how to do some embroidery, and when the day was over, you had a bunch of colorful shirts (Some being Reiner's whites which will now be yours), and jeans that looked like new because of the embroidery.

※ "I know it's nothin' special, but I hope this makes you happy."

But it was special. Not only that, it's priceless. A full-on Braun effort.

You love him for his consideration of you; and you love his family for making this day more memorable than just sitting alone at home with a good book.

These were now your favorite things to wear. Sometimes, when Reiner sees you in his (now yours) oversized tie-dyed shirt, he'd be a blushing mess. He always found it… uplifting… to see you in his clothes.

There was also a time when you caught Reiner red-handed.

※ "Wait, I can explain. This— I… I mean… I know it looks like a mess right now but I'll—"

But you cut him off with the tightest hug. Reiner thinks that it wasn't the cutest plush, after all, he had handmade it himself. He didn't really know how to sew, and everything skill that he employed into making the patterns and actually sewing was something he had asked his mother's help for. Teaching him how to make sure the patterns made sense, how to ensure that when he turned the material inside out, all the stiches were invisible… the success rate was… well, it was messy. But it was a plushie. Reiner wasn't satisfied with it, and was about to undo the stitches when you found him with it.

To Reiner, it looked like an abomination, but to you it was the most adorable thing. You take it from his hands and hugged it to yourself.

"Can I keep him?"

You ask him, and he just smiles in defeat, before pulling you against him.

※ "He's supposed to be yours to begin with… so of course you can."

You had noticed prior the bandages on his fingers. He worked so hard on this cute plush doll for you. It's now your treasure, something that means the world to you.

And then there was a day that was especially tough on you. You normally don't vent out to him, and instead, simply want to be close to him on days like these.

※ "Hold on, I have something for you."

He'll tell you, before reaching into his pockets. He's been waiting for a good opportunity to give you something, but felt short on occasions. However, today was as good a day as a birthday, or anniversaries, or Christmas. Today, you were feeling down, and he wanted to try and remedy that.

When his hands emerged from his pockets, he was clutching at something.

※ "C'mon, your hand. Give it."

He would demand sweetly of you, to which you show him your hand.

What he began putting on you was a bracelet. It was made of tumbled stones of varying shapes and sizes, stones whose colors complimented each other. Accented with small white beads that almost looked like tiny stars.

※ "I would've gotten you something more expensive, but I know you'll get mad."

He began to explains with a grin, trying to comfort you with a light joke.

※ "So, I picked everything out instead and made something myself. It's not much… but I hope it can cheer you up."

And since you were already vulnerable, you ended up crying against his chest. He said nothing thereafter and simply allowed you to cry for as long as you needed. He held you carefully, offering your back with gentle pats and soothing stroked up until you fell asleep in his arms.

As you drifted into the land of slumber, all you could think about was how every bit of Reiner's love and kindness meant everything to you.

You didn't need fancy, expensive things.

After all, the things that you've receive were enough.

More than the material things, you had Reiner who chose to stay in your life.

And that in itself was priceless.

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heavyhitterheaux · 9 months

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Three Little Loves: The Birth of the Triple Threat Harlows

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

AN: Mature topics ahead. There are mentions of blood, chest compressions, death and other medical terms that I did my best to put in layman's terms so that people would be able to understand. If anything is unclear, all you have to do is ask and I will explain it! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it and we're finally here!

Synopsis: You give birth to your three babies, Ivy, Axel, and Autumn, but not without complications that led Jack to think he would have to be without his wife for the rest of his life.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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The night was clear as a few stars peppered the sky as you were sitting outside in the backyard in a comfortable silence taking it all in. In just a few hours, you and Jack would be able to officially add the title of parents to your lives and the two of you would now be responsible for three little versions of the both of you.

It was a long time coming with the pregnancy and the two of you at first swept things under the rug and put them to the side regarding the both of you and the relationship between the two of you that was considered a marriage if anyone could call it that.

Being petty, lying to each other, going behind each other’s backs, and not being considerate of the other’s feelings was just a tip of the iceberg of what had only occurred in the past year when Jack’s career truly skyrocketed from his success of First Class. You kept it to yourself how it bothered you how he was acting differently and blamed it on him being under pressure to maintain this level of success. However you did warn him right before the two of you moved to Atlanta for him never to lose sight of his humble beginnings and to never forget how he got to where he is.

During the last half of your pregnancy, the two of you did start to go to marriage counseling as well as seeing a therapist together and apart not wanting to bring the triplets into a hot mess express. The two of you still had a long way to go and truth be told, you knew that you never wanted to do this with anyone else despite what the two of you had gone through. You had a lingering thought in your head during the last therapy session wondering if in fact the two of you got married entirely too early even if you knew that it was eventually going to happen anyway. Yes, you loved him and you knew that he was your soulmate, however, it happened when the two of you had turned nineteen not even being able to explore the world around you yet and you had a feeling that had a big part to play in it.

After you had left Jack in your shared condo in California and before you found out you were pregnant, you were thinking long and hard about separating from him for a while.

Legally.

You knew in your heart of hearts that you didn’t want to divorce him and would never bring yourself to do it, but you felt that as of lately, you were always getting the short end of the stick when it came to him, when before you would always be his priority. You could admit to yourself that you weren’t innocent either in all of this and Jack was not the only one to be blamed for what went down between the two of you. A lot had to be worked on from both ends and you wanted for your kids to be able to witness a happy and successful marriage.

Right now you couldn’t have either of those labels on it.

Jack stepped up into high gear when you told him that you were in fact pregnant and would do anything that a loving husband would. However, you didn’t feel as though he was hiding something from you, that wasn’t quite the right word, but you knew deep down he was scared shitless and had his concerns about this entire situation. However, he didn’t express his feelings about it to you at all since you originally told him. He gave you pieces here and there, but that was it.

Another thought was Jack always wanting and needing to be the strong one and not necessarily showing his vulnerable side to you and you didn’t know when that shift happened because the two of you would always be laying in your backyard at night talking about anything and everything and now it seems as if everything is on the surface.

You honestly didn’t know how your husband was feeling deep down and that bothered you to no end. He would simply brush you off when you mentioned it and you were running out of ideas in order to get him to open up more.

It was one in the morning and your alarm as well as Jack's was set for five in order to get up and get ready to head to the hospital. You were growing anxious as the clock ticked by and just wanted to be able to hold them.

Yesterday, you cornered Urban in his room and had a long talk with him that led to the both of you being upset. Urban more so than you because of what you had told him.

You softened him up by buying him Ramen before the initial blow.

“Urby? You have to promise me something, okay? Just in case things don’t go well tomorrow.”

“What? What the hell is that even supposed to mean?!”

“Urby, please. Just listen to me because this is already hard enough.” You muttered while sitting next to him on his bed.

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“I… I’ve written letters for Jack, the triplets, you and all of PG, my parents, my sister, Jess, Blanca, Victoria, and Diamonte if anything were to happen to me and you cannot under any circumstance open it unless something does. I wanted to give them to you because… Jack…. I don’t understand where his head is at the moment and I know he’s scared even if he doesn’t admit it. I know he’s putting on a brave face, but he’s scared of losing me and for good reason. I mean…. I couldn’t have this conversation with him without him going off the deep end so I knew that I had to come to you. Now, if it comes down to saving me or them….”

Urban immediately cut you off.

“No. Absolutely not, I can’t…. I don’t want to hear this.” You could see Urban getting visibly upset and you were also doing your best not to cry.

“Urban Henry, please. I know that this is hard to hear, but I have to be realistic. If anything were to happen to me, I know for a fact that you will raise them as if they were your own and help Jack to the best of your ability. We picked you to be their Godfather for a reason. But save them over me. They deserve to have a chance to live.”

“You aren’t… you aren’t going anywhere, okay? You’re not.” Urban quietly said and was trying to do his best not to let the tears fall since you saw that his eyes were watering.

“Don’t cry because then I’m going to start crying and Jack will then question both of us.”

“How can I not? I don’t want to think of losing one of my best friends in the entire world.”

“I know, but you know that I am always going to look over you and protect you, right? That’s never ever going to change whether I’m physically here or not. So here are the letters and this is between me and you and you cannot tell Jack unless you know… something happens.”

“Now if nothing happens, are you going to tell him?”

“I haven’t decided yet, but it would be smart if I did. I love you so so much and thank you for all that you do for the both of us.” You said while leaning over to hug Urban as much as your stomach would allow.

“Love you too and you better not fucking leave me.”

You heard the sliding glass door open and footsteps which you knew belonged to your husband who came and sat next to you while grabbing your hand in his.

“What are you doing up?” He quietly asked while kissing your cheek as you still had your gaze held onto the sky.

“I can’t sleep, but that isn’t anything new.” You replied while shrugging and Jack started rubbing small circles on the back of your hand that he was holding.

“Everything is going to be okay, baby. We’re almost there.”

“But you don’t know that. I don’t mean to be negative or anything like that but it’s true. There’s not one baby in there, there’s three. Things can go wrong even if there's only one.”

“And you have the best possible team of doctors looking after you and I have made sure of it. You’re going to get the best care and have been getting it this entire time.”

“Promise me something.” You quietly said after a few minutes.

“What is it?”

“And don’t fight me on this. I figured that I needed to tell you this before they cut me open.”

“Baby, you’re making me nervous.” Jack quietly said while looking over at you and from that point you knew that you couldn't tell him about the letters. Not yet anyway.

Now you were hesitant to even say anything about it since you know Jack likes to worry 90% of the time and probably wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep after this.

“Can you make sure you have my favorite pizza and Calypso ready to eat afterwards?”

Jack left out a small laugh before nodding his head and leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“Of course, baby. Your wish is my command. Anything you want or need, you know that I’m going to do it for you. That's not ever going to change."

“I appreciate you for that.”

Jack placed another kiss on your cheek before responding.

“Hey, you want to find our stars? It’s been a while since we looked at them.”

One thing that drew Jack to you was how smart you were and your obsession with all things space related. He was convinced that if you weren’t doing music that you would probably work for NASA.

You eagerly nodded as Jack went to go and get the telescope and you stood up as best you could waiting for him to come back.

Once he did, he set everything up and pulled out the little paper that had both of your stars on it that you gave to each other when he first asked you to be his girlfriend when the two of you were fifteen.

“Can you find it or do you need my help like always?” You playfully asked him and he simply shook his head and laughed at you.

“I got this baby.”

“You sure about that because you are definitely looking in the wrong direction.”

“Oh. Then maybe I do.” Jack quietly said before you laughed at him and quickly pointed the telescope in the right direction and zoomed in on his star.

“There it is.” You said backing away from the telescope in order to give Jack enough room to look through it and see his star.

“We should get the three of them one too.”

You quickly nodded in agreement and rubbed your belly at the thought of being able to teach them all that you knew about space and show them the stars that you and Jack are going to name after them.

Then it was time for you to find yours and all you had to do was move the telescope slightly to your right.

“Still as bright as the first time I saw it.” You quietly said as you felt Jack behind you.

“Still as bright as the love that I have for you when I first came up with the idea to get it for you.”

“And I hope that your love for me never dims.” You muttered in response, not sure if Jack had heard you, but he did.

“Why would you ever think that?”

“Just… this past year neither of us have truly been all in when it came to this marriage and all of a sudden I get pregnant when we weren’t even on the best terms. I feel that we still aren’t, but it’s moving in the right direction.”

"I…. I can admit that what happened shouldn't have happened and I'll be making that up to you for the rest of my life."

"It goes both ways because it wasn't only your fault but mine too."

"From this point forward, that is never going to happen again. I treated you as if you weren't my priority when you are. I promised to always take care of you when I asked you to marry me and I've fallen short of that. I just want us to get back to how we were before."

"As long as we work at it, we will." You quietly answered as Jack leaned down to kiss you.

"I love you. More than anything in this world."

"I love you too." You replied in response as you hugged him tighter.

"Now let's get some sleep because you know we probably won't get any quality sleep until they're eighteen."

"You mean the rest of our lives as bad as you like to worry and make me worry with you."

"I figured I'd get an early start. And you know I always worry about you and that won't ever change."

"Baby, you already have gray hair so I'm going to need for you to cut it out."

"Ehh, no promises."

—

You were now being prepped in the operating room as Jack was sitting to the left of you and you had to admit that he looked very cute in his little blue bonnet with a few curls sticking out and blue scrubs that the staff had given them to wear.

Your anxiety was at an all time high and you were doing your best to calm your breathing as Jack was holding your hand.

“What if I feel them cutting me?” You asked as your eyes went wide and looked over at your husband who simply shook his head.

“They have done this a million times and know what they are doing.” Jack answered as he leaned down to kiss your forehead and you nodded.

“The only thing you’ll feel Mrs. Harlow is pressure on your stomach and that’s it. We have everything set up for them once they are out and you already know that they will be in the NICU just to give them the little extra help that they need in order for them to be strong enough to come home.”

“Okay.” You quietly said as you held Jack’s hand tighter.

“Okay! Here we go!”

You glanced at the clock in the room to see that it was 7:19 am and that was when the first incision was made.

As promised, you didn’t feel anything except pressure as Jack was being the most supportive husband that you could have ever asked for and helped to keep you calm. After the two of you finally went to bed early that morning, he simply laid there staring at the ceiling absolutely scared shitless about what was due to happen in a few hours as he watched you sleep peacefully which he was surprised by seeing as this was probably the most you had gotten in weeks.

“You got this, baby. They’re almost here.”

“First baby is out! It’s a girl! Here mom and dad. Look how gorgeous she is." One of the nurses came to the head of the bed where the two of you were and the two of you couldn’t do anything but smile. You heard her cry and couldn't help but let a few tears slip out.

“Ivy May.” You and Jack said at the exact same time while laughing. It was only right to name her after both of your mothers seeing as how big of an influence that they had on the both of you.

She was then whisked away to get evaluated by the NICU nurse to make sure she was indeed stable as you then became nervous because of what was said.

“Number two is out. It’s a boy!”

The one thing that you were listening out for was his cry and when you didn’t hear anything you started to panic.

“Why is he not crying?!” You asked while turning towards Jack who then got a terrified look on his face.

“Breathe for me, okay. Take some deep breaths. Slowly in and out.” Jack said and you followed his instructions as best as you could when suddenly you heard Axel's first cry.

“Thank God.”

“He’s not breathing too well on his own so we’re going to intubate him and take him upstairs.”

Neither you or Jack got to see Axel as he was whisked away to the NICU and you were trying your best not to think the absolute worst. Jack could see the absolute fear in your eyes and was trying to put on a brave face for the both of you.

“And here comes number three! It’s a girl! You did an amazing job mom! Going to close you up and get you to postpartum.”

“I told you everything would be fine, babe. I have one bad ass wife. Three at one time? Your fave could never.” Jack said and you immediately laughed as he leaned over to kiss you.

You weren’t sure how long it would take in order to stitch you back up, but more than a few minutes had passed and you were growing nervous but tried to relax seeing as the hardest part was over.

At least you thought it was.

Even though you were laying down, you suddenly felt lightheaded and knew that something wasn't right and Jack immediately took notice since you weren’t interacting with him as much as before.

“Baby? Babe? Y/N? What’s wrong?” He asked suddenly in a panic. You were trying to do your best to talk in order to respond to him, but nothing was coming out but you eventually managed to utter a few words.

"Something isn't right."

"What's not right?!" He immediately asked you, but you didn't say anything else.

“Y/N! Why is she not answering me?!” Jack turned to the nurses and doctors looking for answers as they now shared looks of panic between them even if they were trying to do their best hiding it from Jack. They were professionals and the last thing they would ever want is to cause fear, but their job description required them to be honest.

"Mrs. Harlow, try to stay awake for me."

“She’s losing a lot of blood, her uterus isn’t contracting as much as we want it to so we’re giving her drugs in order to help speed up the process.”

“Hang O neg now and hang the fluids wide open. Call the blood bank for more units just in case STAT.”

That was the last thing that you remember hearing before your hand went limp in Jack’s.

The heart monitor that you were hooked up to flatlined and Jack’s eyes went wide.

"I LOST HER PULSE!"

“No, no this cannot be happening…. no.” Was all Jack quietly said as he looked at you in disbelief.

“Start compressions."

"Someone get the defibrillator!"

“She’s losing a lot of blood.”

“Mr. Harlow, your wife’s heart has stopped and we’re trying to get her back, now go with Andrew and let us work. We’re going to do all that we can in order for her to be able to see her triplets grow up.” One of the nurses said to Jack and she maneuvered him away from you as he saw them pounding on your chest.

"GET THE EPINEPHRINE READY."

"PULSE CHECK!"

"I DON’T FEEL ANYTHING."

"RESUME COMPRESSIONS."

“INTUBATE HER NOW!”

Once Jack was out in the hallway, he simply had tunnel vision and was trying to keep himself together and not have a panic attack. In that moment, he knew he had to call her thinking the absolute worst.

He was about to be a widow at 25 with newborn triplets.

“Mom, Y/N’s heart stopped. I don’t… I don’t know if she’s going to make it.”

—

When your eyes fluttered open, you were confused about where you were or what had happened and the fact that you noticed that you couldn’t talk. Your eyes went wide and immediately started to pull at every tube covering your face, but a gentle hand stopped you.

“Hi Y/N. You’re okay sweetie, but I need you to relax for a second. You’re in the intensive care unit because you bled out after they delivered your babies and your heart stopped. They put a breathing tube down your throat in order to protect your airway. I’m your nurse, Lydia and I’ve been taking care of you for the last two days. Your babies are in the NICU and your husband is there with them now. He has only left your side to go and see them and then he’s right back here waiting for you to wake up. I finally convinced him to go home and rest and he finally did yesterday when I had finished my shift. You have an amazing husband and support team that is out of this world. We’ll get you situated and see about taking you to see them.”

When Lydia finished, you couldn’t help but to still have a thousand questions run through your mind and a few tears slip out.

How were the triplets since you only saw them for mere seconds as they were whisked away from you to go straight to the NICU even though your doctor had already told you that would be the case. You were most concerned about if their breathing was okay. You didn’t even get to see Axel since you remembered them saying that they needed to intubate him immediately when he came out.

You couldn’t even imagine how Jack was for the past few days and that hurt your heart to no end not knowing if his wife was going to live or not.

“They have one strong mama and your husband has one strong wife. You fought tooth and nail in order to get back to them.” Lydia quietly said as she wiped away your tears.

“I’m going to go get the doctor so we can see about taking the breathing tube out. I will be right back and your husband should be back soon.”

All you could do was nod as she left the room and as promised, less than ten minutes later you had dozed off once again and suddenly heard Jack’s footsteps. You peeked your eyes open to see him carrying a huge bear and setting it in the corner before coming over to you.

As soon as he was within reach, you grabbed his hand and squeezed it as tight as you could startling him.

“Baby! You’re okay… I…..” Jack started to say as he leaned over to kiss the top of your head and give you a hug as best as he could with all the different equipment in the way.

You lost count of how many kisses he placed over your face, but of course you didn’t care.

“I thought that I was going to lose you. Your heart stopped twice." Jack quietly said through his tears and you couldn’t help but to start crying again yourself.

“One minute you were talking to me and then I don’t even know what happened. Despite everything that has happened in the past year, you know for a damn fact that I don’t want to be in this life without you. I love you more than I can even put into words. And what we made are absolutely beautiful. Ivy is doing okay, but still on oxygen and all three are in the incubator. Axel still has the breathing tube and Autumn is the feisty one that keeps taking the oxygen off. I’ve been going back and forth between you and them since everything happened.”

You saw Lydia come back in the room with who you assumed was the doctor and she was all smiles which indicated to you that you were about to get this tube out of your throat.

“Okay we're going to turn off the ventilator and I'm going to suction your mouth for any mucus or anything. Once we take out the tube, we need you to take a deep breath. It's going to feel weird since now you have to breathe on your own after four days."

You simply looked over at Jack and he nodded his head.

You had missed the first four days of your triplets life and would never be able to get that back.

Once the tube was out you were finally able to take a deep breath and as Lydia told you it felt weird as if you weren't getting enough air.

"We're going to put you on high flow oxygen and then eventually decrease you down until you don't need it anymore.

"Okay." You quietly said and it came out almost as a whisper, but Jack was just glad to hear your voice.

They took your vitals and watched you for a few minutes before explaining that they would start you on liquids and you would eventually move up to a regular diet as soon as the speech therapist evaluated you.

When the two of them left the room, it was once again only you and Jack and he didn’t want to leave your sight.

He moved his chair closer to you as you reached over to play in his curls.

"I….read the letter you wrote for me. As soon as I told Urb what had happened, he didn't even hesitate to give it to me, not knowing how everything was going to play out. I’m not sure if he gave anyone else theirs or if he even read his, but he felt that it was important to read mine and for good reason.”

"The thought came to me to do it a few weeks ago."

“It’s almost like you knew.”

“I just thought it was important that I do it. Like I said one baby is dangerous but adding two more to that?”

“He also told me that if it came down to it, you wanted me to save them and not you.”

At that point you looked away from your husband and was now more interested in the pink and blue nail polish that was covering your fingers for your one boy and two girls.

“I’ve lived already and they haven’t.”

“You’ve barely lived. You’re 24.”

“But still, I knew that as much as Urban didn’t want to hear that, he was going to be strong enough to fulfill my wishes if you weren’t. I knew that making that decision would be impossible for you so I asked him to do it. I know that you wouldn’t want to be without me but, I’ll be damned if you were going to lose another child. That would have broken you.”

“If it went either way it would have broken me. So I’m happy that I didn’t have to make that decision. I couldn’t imagine you going through this entire pregnancy and not even being able to see them grow up.”

“I know.” You quietly answered and immediately sighed.

“What’s on your mind besides wanting to see them?”

“I’m just extremely overwhelmed. My body just went through a lot and I know it’s not ever going to be the same again. I mean it’s obvious that it never will be, but still.”

“And we’re going to get through this one day at a time. I will be with you every step of the way to help you through this. I love you and nothing is ever going to change that.”

“I love you too and thank you for that.”

“You don’t ever have to thank me for doing my job as your husband.” Jack softly answered you as he leaned over to kiss you and you couldn’t help but to smile.

You heard a soft knock and in walked Lydia with the biggest smile on her face.

“Are you ready to see your triplets?”

You eagerly nodded as she walked over towards you to unhook you from your IV fluids and help you get in the wheelchair in order to take you over to see them.

You weren’t sure why, but now you had suddenly become nervous. Jack had already warned you that all three of them were in an incubator and Axel still had a breathing tube since he wasn’t able to breathe on his own quite yet. Even with all that he told you, you still didn’t feel ready, however, it was now or never. This was your reality and you had to see it through along with Jack. You felt as if your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

Lydia grabbed a portable oxygen tank so that you would be able to keep it in your nose to help you get used to breathing on your own again while also giving you pain medicine since she knew your first time up was going to be the hardest.

Once she was finished setting everything up, she helped you to sit and dangle on the side of the bed and you felt as if someone ripped you in half.

Well, they did.

Literally.

“Shit, this hurts.” You muttered and you weren’t quite sure where to pinpoint the pain, your chest from them doing compressions on you or your actual incision site.

“You did the hard part, mama. It’s going to hurt, no doubt about that but it will get better with the more that you move around. Sit there for a few seconds on the side of the bed before I help you over to the wheelchair.”

You nodded in response and did as you were told before she helped you to stand up and maneuver towards it praying that you wouldn’t suddenly get dizzy or lightheaded.

Once you were settled, the three of you then made your way to the NICU.

It didn’t take long seeing as it was on the floor right below where you were in the intensive care unit right next to the postpartum unit where you were hoping to be soon once you were able to get a little bit stronger.

“And here we are. I know that they are just as excited to see you as you are to see them. They have the best doctors and nurses taking care of them.

Upon arriving, Lydia explained the need to do a surgical scrub of your hands and arms before entering not wanting any unnecessary germs causing harm to any of the babies.

Once she wheeled you into the room with Jack following close behind, you immediately knew which three were yours even if you saw them for mere seconds and one of them you hadn’t seen at all.

You were in front of Axel first and saw his tiny body taking small breaths and took in the sight of his curly hair that resembled Jack’s.

So that definitely explained the heartburn that you had throughout the entire time that you were pregnant with them.

You looked to Lydia to see if it was okay if you reached your hand in to touch him and she simply nodded.

Once you did, he immediately grabbed a hold of your finger as if telling you that he was okay.

“You have to admit that we made some cute babies.” Jack said as he leaned down to whisper in your ear and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“True, but looking at Axel, I did most of the work.”

“I-... okay not arguing because I don’t want to end up sleeping on the couch.”

“Smart man.”

When Axel let your finger go, Ivy was next to him while Autumn was next to her on the end and looked over to see exactly what Jack was saying about her taking her oxygen off because she was fiddling with it. A few tears escaped, but you were in no way, shape, or form sad.

You were happy.

You lived to be able to see your triplets grow up and couldn’t wait to see what was in store for them and the amazing things that they would do.

“Babe, you okay?” Jack asked while peering down at you and seeing your face.

This time there was absolutely no hesitation in your answer.

“I’m more than okay, I’m happy.”

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burningstrangerkingdom · 10 months

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Gentleman

Carlos Sainz x reader (+ Esteban Ocon)

Notes: Based on the song Caballero by Alejandro Fernandez

Summary: Carlos uses his opportunity to confess you what he'll do if you didn't have a boyfriend.

Of course, he had been looking at you in the paddock, multiple times, and all of them made his stomach twist when he saw you, each time, holding Esteban's hand.

He could not prevent a feeling of jealousy from eating away at his mind, and yet he had never tried anything, being faithful to the principles of chivalry that his family had instilled in him throughout his life because although he and Ocon are not great friends, the simple fact of being co-workers made Carlos put all his effort into respecting his relationship and staying away from you, putting his head over his heart.

However, as his drink was running out and the club lights reflected beautifully on your figure, he decided to act on his feelings for the first time and approach you while Ocon was distracted with some of his friends.

"Hola Y/N, mind if I join you?",Carlos came over to your table while you were playing with the stirrer for your drink, giving you a little start.

"Oh my God, Carlos!", you said with a smile at recognizing him, "sure, the seat is yours"

"Did I scare you? Where is your boyfriend to protect you?", he said playfully.

"Oh, he's out with Paul and Eric to do I don't know what," you chuckled, "do you want me to go find him and tell him you want to talk to him?" You innocently offered to help him.

"No, Y/N, this is just perfect", he said getting closer to you.

"Why?" You were really intrigued as he never did as much as waving and sending you little smiles in a long time, sure he seemed nice, but you never really had the oportunity to approach him till tonight.

"Because that way I can tell you a secret," he said moving closer to you and his charming nature made it impossible for you to move away from him, "do you want to hear it?" "Sure".

Mesmerized, that's how you felt right now, the worst of it being that you couldn't identify what had you in that state, whether it was the lights of the club, the considerable amount of alcohol you had already consumed, or the company that provided you by the man you had in front of you

It was no secret how attractive the man from Madrid is, and although it will sound bad since you are in a relationship with one of his acquaintances, you were not immune to the Spanish man either and sometimes you found yourself thinking about him, of course you cleared those thoughts from your life for the sake of your relationship, and even though that tactic had worked for you for a long time, right now you couldn't help but feel nervous and excited by his closeness.

"You're extremely gorgeous", he began to reveal, waiting for your reaction..

Although his statement surprised you, you were even more surprised by the automatic response that fell from your lips: "That's not a secret, Carlos".

He chuckled, and continued, ""You're right, the real secret is a consequence of your beauty", he paused again to verify that you were still paying attention to him, happy to see that it was so, he continued "And it's just that, if you didn't have a boyfriend, I would make a move with you", he finished maintaining eye contact.

At that moment you were infinitely grateful not to be able to see your own face, being sure that it was a mixture of surprise, disbelief and blushes. The news caught you off guard, because although you were flattered that the Ferrari driver felt that way about you, you were also doubtful about it due to your drunkenness and his friendship with your boyfriend.

Carlos must have read your mind perfectly, because he took up the subject again, "Don't take this the wrong way, sweetie", he stopped to fix a lock of your hair, "Esteban and I are just co-workers".

"But, how - why?" Was the only thing you could blurted.

"Y/N, how come you haven't noticed that you have the whole paddock at your feet?", he smiled seeing the confused look on your face, "Mi bonita, I have to tell you that I'm not the only one who thinks that way about you, and, sadly, I am not the one who is lucky enough to have you by his side and be able to call you his".

In your state of disbelief, Carlos could tell, that your beauty increased, and seeing no sign of discomfort on your part, he saw the perfect opportunity to bring out what he had been keeping for so long in the depths of his heart.

"That's the story of the worst of my defeats", by now he was way to close to you, "Not being able to touch you", he made a gesture of caressing your arm but stopped, "Not being able to kiss you", he looked at your lips with desire, "And not being able to make love to you."

You felt so oberwhelmed by your own enotions and the passion he radiates, you were able to just admire his motions and couldn't help to bite your lip imagining the picture that his desires paint for you, as bad as it sounds, you were willing to accept whatever he proposed to you, in your thoughts there was only his name and his effect on you was now also reflected in the humidity of your intimate part.

Briefly diverting his intense gaze from your figure, Carlos could see how the figure of your naive boyfriend began to approach you, making him continue his confession. "As a gentleman, right now I can't do more about my feelings for you, but at least you know that the control to change this is in your hands, my precious Y/N".

And just like that, he slowly walked away, leaving you to question not only what had just happened but also to search for clues as to the background of those.

How long had Carlos been feeling this way? Why did he tell you today? What would have motivated him to do it? Do you feel more than an innocent crush for him? Those and more questions ran through your mind while you finished the remains of your bottle in an effort to calm your mind, which partially worked since for a few moments you could focus only on the burning that the liquid left in your throat, that until you felt an arm resting on your waist, making you jump in shock.

"Ready to go home, baby?"

"Yeah", you directed a little smile at him, "I think I need some sleep".

Actually, the last thing you did that night was sleep, you spent the time tossing and turning thinking about the love dilemma you now found yourself in and how the direction it takes depends entirely on you.

Thank you so much for reading, any kind of interaction is highly apreciated

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hiddencitydweller · 9 months

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Kingdom Dance

Pairing: Donnie x GN!Reader

(Reader is wearing a skirt, so take that as you will)

Absolute fluff!

Summary: You somehow managed to convince your tech-loving boyfriend to attend a ren faire with you, where you find yourselves caught up in a dance.

(Basically Tangled meets Turtles)

Warnings: Does poor writing count? With the structure of this fic, I wanted it to be a little more from Donnie's perspective rather than the reader, which was considerably harder than I thought it would be rip.

Word Count: 3k

Song Referenced: Dulámán

A/N: You know in Tangled, that scene where Rapunzel and Flynn are in the town square and he is just watching her dance with this besotted look on his face? And then he joins in and it's the most electric and romantic thing in cinematic history? Well, this is that but with some minor tweaks.

For all the people who long for someone to look at them like Flynn looks at Rapunzel, this one's for you.

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Let's make one thing clear—Donnie did not want to be here.

At least, that's what he kept saying.

Wooden shops lined the dirt road you traversed, uniquely dressed owners promoting their equally unique wares in their doorways. In some of the many open air booths, you could see countless novelties one would sooner find in Witch Town than your beloved New York City. Crystals, wands, leather armor, chainmail, and countless other fantasy-related items could be seen anywhere you looked—and not just in the shops.

Everyone around you was intricately dressed in some fantasy or medieval fashion. No two people looked alike. You were surrounded by elves, royalty, warriors, and even the occasional time-traveler or two. Even with Donnie's experience in the Hidden City and his grumbling at being here, he had to admit it all came together to create one fantastical sight.

When you had suggested the gang go to the local Renaissance Faire, Donnie had been more than skeptical. Of course Leo and Mikey were immediately in, going as far as planning their outfits and characters right on the spot. Raph took a little more convincing, but once you assured him how safe it really was (and that they could keep their weapons on hand without looking out of place) he caved into the younger brothers' excitement.

Your tech-loving boyfriend, however, took some more convincing.

To put it plainly, ren faires just weren't his scene. For starters, technology was bluntly discouraged, to which Donnie took personal offense. Then there was the fantasy element, which simply made no sense to him. His history with magic wielders had left nothing but a bad taste in his mouth, and he couldn't imagine why anyone would actively want to seek out that sort of experience, fake or otherwise. Not to mention the clear and unparalleled superiority of science to the nonsensical magic.

However, as you repeatedly brought up in your own arguments, you had gone to countless Comic-Cons, Galaxy-Cons and whatever other Sci-Fi conventions he and his brothers were able to drag you to over the years. It was only fair for them to return the favor.

"Besides, you may find you enjoy having a little more non-mystic fantasy in your life," you had said with a sly grin and wink.

And that's how he had landed here, clutching a wooden bo-staff as he trailed behind your near-bouncing form.

He had to admit, he was enjoying himself far more than he would ever openly say. While, true to form, there was very little tech to be found, there were plenty of other little intricacies that called his attention. From other faire-goers' costumes to the effects at the shows, there was plenty for his mind to dissect and look at. And there was you of course. He couldn't help but smile softly to himself as he watched you flit from stall to stall, gawking at the unique wares and happily chatting with other guests. You were as excited as he was whenever he finished a new project, and seeing you brimming with joy was just as intoxicating.

"Come on Dee! If we don't hurry, we'll miss the performance!" you whined as you continued to nearly drag him through the crowd towards a stout building that looked to be an open air pub. The two of you had just split from the rest of the group, choosing to visit some more shops and see some musical performances while the others went to watch the sword fights and jousting tournament (which Leo was determined to sneak his way into, much to Raph's dismay).

"There's only so fast I can go in this getup!" he shot back, but he still made an effort to pick up the pace. His usual gear had been replaced with a plain white linen shirt, brown pants, and an alchemist's apron with bottles of "chemical compounds" and "ingredients" strapped on. Heavy brown gloves, boots, and his signature goggles finished out the look.

"Are you kidding me?" you had said this morning when he came out of his lab, decked out in his alchemist gear.

"What? Alchemy is commonly used in fantasy and historical fiction, plus it's science! It's a win-win!"

Really you shouldn't have been surprised by his choice of costume, this was Donnie after all. He may have agreed to go along with this idea, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to bring science into it anyway he could.

Speaking of science...

"Based on the open structure of the building, the number of people, and the location of the stage, this table should have the optimal acoustics and volume for listening to the performance," Donnie rattled on, leading you to said table as he frantically typed calculations on his tech gauntlet which he had cleverly hidden underneath his glove.

"Really Donnie? Couldn't go one day without it?" you respond in mock exasperation. Honestly you were surprised that was the only piece of tech he had managed to smuggle in.

"Hey, it helped didn't it? Couldn't have found the best seats in the house without a little bit of, say it with me now, science!" he sang out, striking a pose and pulling some jazz hands. It had the desired effect as you laughed at his antics before softly pushing him down on the bench at the, apparently, best table in the house.

"Okay, okay, you got me there wise guy." You joined him on the bench but couldn't seem to stop moving with excitement. Donnie smiled as he felt your bouncing legs jostle him slightly, your eyes already trained on the stage where the musicians were setting up.

"So what exactly are we about to listen to? I'm assuming I shouldn't get my hopes too high for my usual?" Donnie had heard you talking about the group when you were discussing plans with everyone else, but he never picked up on what kind of music they actually played. Nevertheless, he was pretty sure techno and EDM were out of the question.

"Hardy har har, nice try. I think you'd be pretty hard-pressed to find anything off of your playlists here. This group does a mix of fantasy-based and traditional folk music. Every show they do is completely different, so you never really know what you're going to get. It'll probably be some more mainstream fantasy soundtracks and some of the folksy stuff. Ooo we may even get some sea shanties!" you practically squealed, your legs speeding up in their bouncing as you considered the possibilities. You couldn't help it. Even though your life was quite literally a living, breathing sci-fi movie, fantasy was your thing! You never felt more powerful than when you had a sword or bow in your hand or a corset wrapped around your waist.

Donnie let out chuckle at your antics, knowing full well how much all of this meant to you. While he couldn't exactly understand it, he found that he didn't really need to. Anything that made you this giddy was clearly something to be acknowledged, regardless of how confusing it appeared to him sometimes.

He turned his gaze from you and considered the stage, trying to see if he could analyze the instruments and predict any of the songs that might soon fill the space. Sure, it may not be exactly his taste, but he wasn't exactly unknowledgeable of this type of music. After all, you had shown him plenty of your own playlists. Maybe he should have spent more time listening to them and learning the music for this event. That was something he'd have to rectify for the future. Perhaps he could have S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. compile most of the songs so that he could...

"Hey Dee?"

He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't notice you had stopped your excited leg bouncing and were now looking at him with a slightly abashed expression. He hummed in response, mind still whirring through instrument combinations and crossing off songs in a mental list.

"Thank you for doing this," you said in a small earnest voice. That had him finally turning his full attention back to you, a slight furrow between his brows. "Dressing up, leaving most of your tech behind, humoring me and my weird fascination with all this," you gestured at the faire around you, "I'm just... really happy to share it with you and am grateful you've let me. And I know it's not your cup of tea, and we can definitely go check out the weapons displays and everything or whatever else you may—" your ramblings were cut off by a soft kiss on your cheek.

You stared at him, eye wide and mouth in a small O. Donnie was never one for PDA, but you were finding there were occasionally some exceptions to the rule.

"I'm grateful that you want to share this part of you with me. I want to know every part of you, even if it's not technically my thing. Goodness knows you've dealt with enough techno-talk to last a life time," he said softly, smile still playing across his lips. Seeing you so concerned about including him in this precious part of your world had his chest filling with warmth he wasn't quite sure what to do with.

That seemed to be your specialty, completely rocking his known universe with a single line and a smile.

You huffed a laugh and leaned forward the extra few inches to rest your forehead against his, your own smile broadening. "I happen to like your techno-talks thank you very much."

"How could you not? They are chock full of brilliance!" he smirked as you laughed, leaning back far enough to playfully shove at his arm.

It's then that you both heard the first few notes float from the stage as the music group made their entrance and introductions. You quickly swiveled yourself away from Donnie and towards the stage. Donnie chuckled at your immediate response, watching your face light up before he turns as well.

True to what you said, the group did perform a variety of music, none of which matched up with the list Donnie had conjured in his head earlier, much to his chagrin. (He would definitely need to connect with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. about it when he got home.)

The flitting notes and boisterous chords were quite a contrast to his usual tastes, but he still found himself nodding and stomping along to the thick beats and steady rhythm. He could feel the sound reverberate around him, creating an almost electric energy throughout the space that left him in excited awe. At one point, the group played a popular sea shanty that even he knew. The two of you sang and stomped along to the song, bumping each and smiling the whole way through.

After what felt like only minutes but was really closer to an hour, the group announced it was time for their final song. You sighed and leaned into Donnie's arm, content written across your features. He smiled softly down at you, perfectly content himself at your expression. The close proximity allowed him to feel more than hear your slight gasp as the final song started. His smile turned quizzical at your reaction, but your slowly widening eyes remained trained on the stage, leaving his question unanswered.

A repetitive, steady drumbeat rang out and was soon joined by low voices singing in a layered harmony intertwining with the solid beat. Donnie furrowed his brow as he listened. He couldn't quite pick up what they were singing, but he was sure it wasn't English. His hypothesis was confirmed when the lead singer, an ethereal looking woman with bright red hair, stepped to the mic and began to sing an upbeat and lilting melody. Her voice seemed to skip across the base created by the drums and other voices like a stone on a pond, creating an intricate blend of sound and lyrics that Donnie just couldn't understand.

Not one to leave the unknown alone, he shifted his arm and pulled up his tech gauntlet once again. He quickly used the audio feature to search up the song and analyze its mysterious language. Victorious in his endeavor, he turned back towards you to once again prove science's superiority, but he froze when his gaze fell on you.

In his quest to understand the song, he hadn't noticed your clear recognition of it. Or that you had started singing along.

"Bróga breaca dubha are an dúlamán gaelach..."

Your voice was soft, filling only the air around the two of you. Much like the lead singer, the notes flitted around the space, seeming content to fly through the air and never land. The Gaelic, as his tech claimed the language to be, rolled off your tongue as if it was made specifically for you.

"Tá bearéad agus triús are an dúlamán maorach..."

His gaze seemed locked on you, entranced by the sight. With an absent flick of his wrist, the now forgotten screen turned off, taking with it the typed out lyrics and their translation. Donnie suddenly no longer had the urge to dissect the song and its meaning. He was perfectly content to interpret it through your eyes and voice alone.

Completely unaware of your captive audience, you continued to sing. You felt the words take form on your lips as they had dozens of times before. Your eyes shone bright and your smile took on a dreamy nature. You couldn't help but move with the song, shifting your head along with the melody and even going so far as to bring your hands up to your chest on particularly powerful lines. You were completely lost in the melody and the story it held.

And Donnie was lost in you.

Donnie prided himself on his mental clarity, his ability to analyze and think through any and everything he came across. But in that moment, his brain came to a complete stop. The single-minded focus that had time and time again helped him create so many incredible and life-saving inventions was now solely on you and the wonderous scene you had unwittingly created.

And if that wasn't enough to make him fall in love with you all over again, you then began to dance.

The song hit a mild break, with the drums and backup vocals taking over for the lead singer. The base of the song still rumbling on, she stood at the mic and encouraged anyone who wanted to to come to the open space in the middle of the pub and dance.

Seemingly without a second thought, you shot up and joined the few other people who had taken the singer up on the offer. Donnie jolted backwards at your quick movements, so lost in your song he hadn't even noticed what the lead singer had said. Still, his eyes tracked you as you hastily made your way to the center of the pub.

With the thumping rhythm of the drums as your background, you danced like nothing in the world could stop you. Shoes long ago abandoned, your bare feet slid and stomped on the floor. You spun, causing your layered skirts to flare out in a moment of untouched beauty and passion. A laugh sprung from your lips as you continued to twist around and fling your shirts haphazardly. Nothing had ever felt so freeing, so magical.

If Donnie had thought he was mesmerized before, he couldn't begin to comprehend what he was now. There was absolutely nothing that could take his eyes off of your constantly moving and shifting form. Your face was lit up in such pure and unadulterated joy as you continued to spin and twist and stomp along to the music. It was as if you were a fire finally set free, and Donnie would gladly burn to see but an ounce of your passion.

The lead singer joined back into the song, bringing it to its full intricate beauty once again. At the shift, you turned, eyes locking on Donnie's. Somehow, your smile widened as you nearly floated back to his side, hands outstretched in invitation.

"Come on, they don't call you Booty Shaker for nothing, do they?" you asked cheekily. Chest heaving and face already pink from exhilaration, you looked radiant in your bliss.

Donnie couldn't contain his laugh as he accepted your hands. "Let's find out, shall we?"

Hand in hand, you led him back to the where you had been dancing. He instantly took the lead, pushing you away from him and then back in with a flourishing spin. The two of you swept across the floor, stepping towards and away from each other as you dodged other couples and guests. Donnie felt light as air. Nothing had ever felt so natural as twisting and turning you around the space. He caught sight of your smile once more, a beaming look created by and for him and him alone, and his heart completely melted. There was nothing more freeing, more right than this.

The song built to its crescendo, and so did your movements. You both continued to blaze a path as you dipped and twirled your way to the center of the floor. Just as the song flourished to its conclusion, you ended up tucked into each others' arms, trying to catch your breaths as you came face to face with the other's matching grin. Around you, the gathered crowd cheered. Even the music group applauded your efforts. But it all might as well have been background noise. Donnie heard and saw nothing but you, breath heaving and laughter on your lips. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Shifting his hands from their hold on your frame, he reached up and cupped your cheeks, gently pulling you into a passionate kiss. You melted into him, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. When you finally pulled away, you didn't go far. Resting your foreheads together, you looked into each others' eyes and couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up.

Maybe he could get into this ren faire thing after all.

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bugs1nmybrain · 4 months

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L. Lawliet licking honey off female readers tummy and breasts then eating whipped cream off of their pussy- please 🙏

tasty ~ l lawliet x self insert: foodplay

It has taken me a while to get to this, but I've been excited to write about it. L and food play is something I've thought about before, but honestly, I was a little embarrassed to.

Notes about the reader: she/her pronouns, female anatomy, she is blatantly based off of me and is named "Lydia". Her physical features aren't described a lot, though, aside from female sex characteristics

I decided to make the reader me this time because, honestly, writing an ambiguous love interest all the time makes it hard for me to be creative. I hope that's not a bother, but if it is, I apologize and no one is obligated to read this.

Warnings: NSFW (18+ MDNI), self insert, dom L at first but he becomes sub later in the fic, food play (honey and whipped cream), breast sucking, oral (fem and male receiving), nervous reader and L, TEASING, panties fetish, bad POV grammar, established relationship, fatass Beetlejuice reference, no penetration, not proofread yet

"So, what do you think?"

Lydia sat in front of L, dumbstruck by his request. It really wasn't surprising, it was actually pretty L of him. It was rare to find him not downing sweets like no one's business, so this was bound to come. She felt embarrassed, yet not surprised by any means.

Once she could get past how flustered L's question made her, she nodded with a bashful smile.

"I'd be okay with trying that out," Lydia flashed a gentle smile of approval.

"Truly? You seem hesitant."

"I'm not..or-I mean, I guess I am hesitant. It's just because I'm embarrassed."

"If you're feeling self-conscious, I'll assure you that you'd look nothing than gorgeous covered in sweets." While what he said was very flattering, L's deadpan voice made it hard for Lydia not to laugh a little in response.

"It's not all that. I'm just not used to being so exposed."

Taking her anxiety into consideration is something he had already prioritized in this case. However, L had recently paid close attention to her...fantasies. Or at least the ones he was able to find out about. Lydia was a woman with a high sex drive, whether she came to him about it or not was a different story. He had a new side quest to test what aroused her, going as far as to try things they both felt sheepish towards.

The two's sexual relationship was great, however very fresh. Trying more "kinky" sexual activities was new to both of them. Sure, Lydia (and possibly L) had watched a variety of pornography to get a sense of what was erotic to them.

They were currently at a point where the couple would have sex frequently, but it was somewhat predictable. L and Lydia felt great sexual attraction to one another, so chemistry and arousal weren't an issue. But the suspense was starting to lose its pace, something both of them yearned for in times of sexual pleasure.

"We could go completely at your pace and comfortability, love. I don't want to embarrass you (kind of a lie). I just think that this could possibly enhance trust between us. It's also...something that I've, uhm..fantasized about. A couple of times (absolute truth)."

There were already a few ideas in Lydia's head about fetishes L may have had but hadn't been confirmed yet. Seeing him admit to one, though, made her blush and tingle.

"Is that so? Hehe, I thought that you may have."

"Observant as always. That's why you're my dearest."

Lydia didn't respond but instead became flustered to herself and avoided eye contact. Her cheeks were already looking warm, heightening L's arousal when he noticed.

"Would you want to try now?" L asked, scanning her face for any discomfort from his question, or even arousal.

To his satisfaction, her cheeks lit up more, accompanied by an eager smile. She nodded vigorously, with a beam of excitement in her eyes.

"Alright, then. I'm going to go grab a couple of things for us, but I'll be back very soon."

L stood up, about to turn to walk out of the room, but redirected himself back to Lydia. He quickly placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, but turned back around and left the room without any acknowledgment afterwards.

.....

Lydia sat pretty on the bed, unsure if she should be undressing or not. She decided to play it safe and just stay put for now. Not very long after, L opened the door. He only had two things with him, surprisingly. She almost expected him to bring the whole nine yards with him. All he had with him was a jar of extra-sweetened honey and a can of whipped cream.

L made his way over to the bed, placing the containers down as he sat in front of her, sitting in his traditional position.

"You look very pretty today," L compliments. Lydia looked up at him, to see what she thought was a flustered look (it was hard to tell with L). He reached his hand to gently brush her hair with his fingers.

She blushed which made L smile, making no effort to hide his expression. Making Lydia flustered was one of his favorite things. The fact that he, someone so weird and off-putting, could make her feel this way struck a bit of pride in him. Though, perhaps it only made sense, given she was rather strange and unusual herself. Her unhinged demeanor was one of the reasons L found her so adorable.

"Thank you."

"May I kiss you?"

"Yes.."

As always, his lips were incredibly soft and inviting. He was also excellent with his tongue.

The kiss became heated not so shortly after, and L's hands had begun to roam. His delicate, long fingers found their way up Lydia's stomach, pulling her shirt along with them. He kissed her neck up to her jawline as he pulled the shirt off. Soon after came her pants.

"Mmm..." L adores. His fingers immediately rub themselves gently on her clothed clitoris. They caressed her gently, causing Lydia to whimper in pleasure.

"I love you," he continues. His affirmation was much appreciated by the butterflies in Lydia's stomach, fueling her arousal.

"I love you too."

L reached for the honey. He had brought a spoon with him to help put it on her easier. He dipped his spoon in the jar after opening it, causing Lydia to tense up anxiously. L recognizes her timid body language and stops.

"Are you alright? Are you comfortable?"

You smile at his consideration and nod your head.

"Nervous, but I'm comfortable and trust you."

"I appreciate that. "

He made sure to lean down and give her a gentle kiss for reassurance. Right after that, he dipped his spoon in the jar, swirled the spoon around to help with the consistency, and held it above her. When the honey fell on her stomach, she cringed at the cold sensation. L realized that perhaps he should've warmed up the honey.

"Sorry.."

"It's ok, love," Lydia assured him.

The honey began drizzling on her breasts. The sticky substance fell over her skin, causing Lydia's clit to twitch. L smirks in response, though he tries to hide his face.

L puts the spoon back in the jar and screws the lid back on. He looks back at Lydia as she is exposed on the bed, only covered by her panties. She was absolutely gorgeous to him, and the sight made him clam up. He swallowed as discreetly as he could and redirected his attention to what the goal was.

"May I?" He asks, catching her eyes in his, holding out the contact for approval.

"Yes."

He oogles her for a moment before kneeling on top of her. Seeing her full breasts covered in honey was making him very embarrassed, especially because all he wanted to do was put his mouth all over her right now.

"You look incredible..."

Lydia buried her face in her hands and giggled in embarrassment. L started by running his hands over places that weren't covered in honey, trailing his soft fingertips along her sides up to her shoulders. With hesitation, he leans forward to attach his mouth onto her breast. The honey tasted great, and her tit was supple and soft. Lydia felt a shameful arousal build up and her thighs started squeezing together in response. L gave both of them equal attention and then began making his way down her tummy.

The flavor of the honey made this much more comfortable for L. Thid made him a bit nervous admittedly, as the act was so vulnerable for the both of you. It made it easier to lick and suck at your skin with something sweet to distract himself with. He could feel himself growing hard already.

He finally made it to her panties. He looks up at Lydia with neutral but lustful eyes before asking her, "Are you ready for the next part?"

"Y-yes."

"You sure?"

"It's okay," she giggles in response, appreciative of his consideration. Though it wasn't like he hadn't already seen her nude many times before. "You can go ahead."

Lydia's hearts throbbed in her chest while L pulled her panties off. He looked at the mess inside of them with amusement. Her secretion of wetness was always fascinating to him, and her scent was a turn on her him if he was honest.

"Can I keep these for a day or so?"

Lydia laughed at his request, but not offended by any means. "Yes, love."

He gave them a brief whiff, trying to define every detail of her scent. He could tell she had showered recently by the lack of musk, aside from her wetness. His attention returned to her pussy, which was visibly drenched in arousal. The sight made L lightly bite down on his lip.

"You fold so easily for me," he remarks with a cocky tone.

"I do not!"

"Mhm, sure," his fingers return to her clit, stroking lightly for a little bit, actually forgetting for a moment that they were supposed to be incorporating food.

L took the can of whipped cream and shook it to make sure it came out consistently. Remembering the incident with the honey before, he directed his attention to Lydia.

"This might be cold."

"Okay," she smiled at him bashfully, keeping her gaze up at the ceiling as he sprayed the whipped cream on her cunt. He was very generous with the amount he put on her.

"Alright.." L moved Lydia's thighs further apart and dipped his head in between. He latched his mouth on her pussy, licking and sucking all over, actively avoiding her clitoris on purpose. L was known for being a tease like that.

He focused on the taste of the sweets, diving to wherever he could find more of the substance. His mouth sucked along her lips and the sides of her cunt.

"L.."

"Hm? What is it, love?"

"Mmmrrhh," her desperate whines were clearly trying to tell him to put his mouth in the right spot, but he feigned ignorance like always.

"I'm afraid I don't understand gibberish, Lydia." He looked up at her with a face covered in the white cream and sticky consistency.

"Please...?"

"Use your words."

"My clit.."

"What about it?"

She scrunched up her face in annoyance. Not that she didn't love his playful banter with her, but she was aching to be pleasured.

"Please, it's sensitive."

"I can imagine, love. Let me help with that, hm?"

"Mhm~"

To her bliss, he gave her exactly what she needed, wrapping his mouth on her clit. He couldn't see what it looked like due to the whipped cream, but he could tell by the feeling of it on his mouth that she was swollen and yearning.

He placed a little more cream on her cunt, and continued praising her pussy with his skilled tongue. He sucked on her nub as he enjoyed the sweet taste of the whipped cream and flicked his tongue accordingly. He was attentive to how it would pulse against his tongue and how Lydia's hips would jerk when she liked a particular motion. It got to the point where L had to hold her hips down to keep her still.

Her moans caused his cock to strain, making him muffle and grunt against her cunt.

"Fuck, you taste so good."

"It's really just the cr-"

"Shhh.." he continued lapping at her sensitive cunt to silence her, though she only wailed in pleasure. He buried his face closer into her cunt, reaching over her thighs to fondle her tummy while he did.

"Mm~ I'm.."

"Mhm. I know, sweetheart. Go on.."

He didn't stop his attack afterwards, repeating her favorite motion of his tongue as much as he could until her muscles began contracting and her legs and hips squirmed.

"Aaahh~!.☆.☆.♡♡♡~"

As she came all over his face, he sucked at her cunt more, extending her orgasm as much as he could. When her body finally gave out and went limp, he gave a couple more kisses to her cunt before coming up for some much needed air.

"How are you feeling, my love?" He asked as he rubbed gentle circles onto her inner thigh.

"G-good.." she was a little shakey from her orgasm but had a very blissful smile to accompany her. Seeing her surrender to him like this made him horny beyond belief.

"I'll go get some things to clean you up and then we can cuddle, alright?"

"Wait.."

"Hm?"

"Um..what about you?"

"What about me?"

Lydia laughed softly, amused that he didn't ask himself. "Couldn't I do the same to you?"

"Wha-oh! Uh--I.."

L hardly stammered like this, it was a treat to Lydia to get to see him obviously flustered like this.

"Do you want that?"

She looked at him intently, watching him trying to hold back a blushy smile.

"I'd-uh-y-yes. Yes. I'd love that, Lydia."

Lydia sat upwards, waiting for L to situate himself. Despite his awkward and blunt composure, L was gentlemanly in the sense that he typically didn't ask for things like a blowjob often, usually leaving that decision up to Lydia. He saw it as extremely vulnerable not only for him but for Lydia as well. He wasn't big necessarily, but his cock was longer in length and so he didn't want her to feel pressured about her performance. Though tonight, he was definitely grateful she had initiated this.

L sat awkwardly on the bed with his thighs spread as he sat like he always did. Lydia approached him, still nude and not fully cleaned up yet. She rested in between his legs and placed her hands in his chest, motivating to get him to lay down. She unzipped his pants and took them off. His cock sprung out, flushed at his tip and looking painfully hard.

Lydia reached for the whipped cream and doused his cock in it. It made him embarrassed underneath his deadpanned pink-faced stare, but as soon as she began sucking the consistency off his glans, he couldn't have cared less about his embarrassment.

The way she tended to his cock made it seem as if she was trying to tell him how much she loved him through every suck, lick, and stroke. She moaned and breathed through her nose, occasionally wincing as she attempted to take as much of him as she could. She made his heart flutter ever so slightly as she did so. He noticed how when she couldn't take him as far as she wanted, she'd try to compensate by sucking at spots she knew he was most sensitive at.

She pulled back his foreskin to make sure she got all of the whipped cream, dragging her tongue up to suck his tip after. He could feel himself get close to cumming, she usually was able to get him with very simple displays of adoration for him.

At this point, all the whipped cream was gone and his cock was sticky. She bobbed her head and coated L's cock with her saliva. His hand rested at his face, pulling at his lips while he let out whimpers.

"Mmm.."she hummed on his cock, almost making him cum then and there. L reached down to run his fingers through her scalp, which made her react by pushing her mouth further on his cock. He could hear Lydia choke and wanted to stop her from hurting herself, but she didn't seem to mind as she kept going. Her watery eyes and flushed face drove his cock crazy, as it started to twitch and his balls clenched.

"Lydia.."

"Mhm," she nodded with his cock in her mouth, a strange feeling for him but even so, his arousal only got worse and he ended up cumming down her throat abruptly.

"Hrnnn...." L sighed out, trying to regulate his breathing again. He pet Lydia's head while she released his cock from her mouth, swallowing his cum in the process.

"You didn't have to swallow, I know it's not tasty."

"It's ok. Yours isn't bad. I also have whipped cream residue in my mouth so it diluted the flavor."

"Thank you."

She smiled at him and came back up to huddle up next to him. She looked up at him like she had something to say.

"What is it?" L asked.

"Can I kiss you? I know my mouth was just uh.."

L scoffs. "Don't worry about that. Mine hasn't been anywhere better."

Lydia kissed L softly, and rested her face on his shoulder. He rested his hand on her hip and allowed her to embrace him.

"I think it would be appropriate to go take a shower and brush our teeth, don't you think so?" L questioned her teasingly.

"Yea. I'm sticky."

"Me too. I had a good time doing this, did you?"

"Hehe, yes. It felt very good."

"I thought so, too. I'm grateful you agreed to do this with me."

"I enjoyed it very much. I'd be okay with doing it again in the future."

"Oh we definitely will. Maybe we'll experiment with other scenarios too, hm?"

"Like what?"

"Oh darling, I have quite a few ideas in mind for us..."

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mandowifey · 1 year

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Headcanon request for either Albert Shaw or Arthur Harrow as a dad. But honestly, I would accept such a Headcanon for any villianeous character you write about. So surprise me.

This has been sitting in my head for awhile, so I'm excited to get to work on it.

I'm gonna do both these handsome fellas!

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Fatherhood

Albert Shaw & Arthur Harrow x Reader HCs

Warnings: Hints of Dubcon, definitely Noncon, implications of above mentions, crazy boys around kids, reader is not referred to by specific gender terms but is able to get pregnant.

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Arthur Harrow, first and foremost, wanted a child.

A child to him is a means of keeping you beside him. The bond would tie you two together forever. He likes the sense of control it brings him, especially over you. When you first met him, you were on the pill and mentioned never wanting kids of your own. But Arthur, as he does, convinces you otherwise. Perhaps even it was an 'accident'. He is certainly the kind of man who would swap your birth control with sugar pills. But he'd smile anyways and assure you it was fate.

While pregnant, you would be doted over. Every need met, whether it be from him or his followers. You would be given luxury and love and treasured like a little goddess. This is Arthur's child, after all, and that baby would be considered a herald. He would enjoy sitting with you, head on your stomach as you two talked. He would additionally make sure you ate well and took all the things you need for a healthy child. Arthur enjoys touching your belly while he reads or falls asleep. You have never looked more stunning.

When the child arrives, Arthur is in love immediately. While most wish for a boy, he always wanted a girl. Regardless, he was happy with whichever. He would sit beside you and help you cradle the crying newborn, imagining all the great things your baby would grow to accomplish. You, as the carrier, get to name the baby. Arthur would suggest names of course but leave the choice to you.

Fatherhood suits him. The man is extremely patient and controlled. He is great with teaching your child and helping them along. You've never heard him laugh so much before. There is considerable joy in his life now, and it shows. That baby would be raised with love and expectations. However, he is stern and unrelenting. The child never gets away with anything, and punishment is taken very seriously. It will learn that for actions, there are consequences.

I think Arthur would be a natural with parenting and fatherhood. He'd enjoy the molding of such a young life. He would eventually ask you for another, and maybe one more, once the first is a little older.

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Albert Shaw has never wanted children. As a child, he was violently abused and mistreated. He can not mentally grasp the responsibility of a child (even if he can raise and train a dog, it's different).

That being said, in this instance, you are a victim/obsession that he's grown fond of and wants to keep. Pregnancy at its core appeals to him. The idea of his seed stuck inside of you, the fact that you are forced to grow and bear something that is equal parts his own excites him. He enjoys the thought of you being stuck with a piece of him inside of you and for life. But that is just about where it ends for him.

When you start showing signs of pregnancy, he'd simply watch. Maybe, depending on if he really enjoys you, he'll give you water and use his softer tone to reassure you that all was well. He does find it arousing that your skin clears and breasts swell - he'd be very interested in those. When your tummy grows, he'd touch it and talk to you about it, generally wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"How does it feel? Being stuck with a piece of me inside of you."

When it came time for birth, you were most likely alone. Stuck in the basement and forced to go through the entire process alone. In this instance, if you survived, he would return home surprised to see and hear a baby.

There is a long pause, and he is gripping and loosening his hands. You can't really tell what he's thinking. You would be filthy, tired, barely awake if not for that need to protect your newborn. He would come across the room and shake his head, scolding you about the mess you made. You are afraid when he sits beside you and looks at the child. Part of you wants to believe he cares, but you see no semblance of love in those eyes of his.

He'd sit in silence for a while, wincing if the baby cried. Eventually, when you got too tired to keep awake, he'd take the child out of your arms and leave the basement.

And you would never see the baby again.

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jamdoughnutmagician · 1 month

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Starlight

Rhysand X Reader (ACOTAR) 18+

Word count:1,470

Summary:Rhys can't take it anymore, the sight of you in that dress has been driving him wild all night, he has to have you now. (Sucky summary I know, but really this is nothing more than shameless smut)

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“You know, as a High Lord it is my duty to attend these balls,” Rhysand smirked, closing the bedroom door behind him as he stalked towards you. “..but if I had it my way, we’d be spending this evening tangled up in these sheets and exploring each other’s bodies until the sun came up.”

He worked his fingers down the black dress shirt he’d been wearing, shrugging it off his broad frame, his wings flexing as if to shake off the stress of the day.

“Poor Rhysie, it must be so terrible to have to attend all these grand parties.” you smirk at him, eyeing him in the reflection of the mirror as you unpin your hair from its tousled up-do, letting your hair fall free around you.

“You don’t know how tortuous it has been for me to see you in this dress and not be able to fully appreciate you in the way that I want. In the way that you deserve.” his voice a low and dark rumble as his hands skim down the curve of your waist, flattening around the gentle sweep of your hips.

“Well, you’ve got me alone now, my Lord, why don’t you make good on your words and treat me as you so please.”

“Darling, it would be my honour.” he purrs, his lips kissing your bare shoulder once more.

Your hands reach behind your neck, to unclasp your necklace, a glittering crystal star that reflects a dazzling rainbow against your skin as the bright light of the moonlight from the window gazes upon it. It had been a present from Rhys, a mating present, that he insisted on when you both had chosen each other forever.

“No, leave it on. I want this to be the only thing you wear as I watch you come undone for me.”

You flush under his words, the heat blooming across your face.

“This dress, however lovely as it may be, has to go I’m afraid.” his voice whispers in your ear.

The dress had been a flowing midnight blue gown, flowing out around you in silken layers, silver crystals gleaming like starlight accenting the fabric. Nothing less than breathtaking for his High Lady he had said.

He kissed your shoulder once before his fingers began working on the buttons of your dress, unclasping them one by one down the length of your back, kissing every new inch of soft skin that was revealed to him as he went.

“So beautiful my Darling..” he purrs, as his fingers reach the last button of your dress, letting the material pool at your feet, leaving you in only your most delicate lace undergarments.

“If I had known that this is what was hiding underneath this dress, I would have pulled you away from that party a lot sooner than I did, my dear.”

Turning around to face him, you keep your eyes on him as your hand reaches behind your back to flick the clasp of your bra open, letting the straps fall from your shoulders. Hooking your fingers into the waistband of your panties you work them down the length of your legs before stepping out of them.

There you are, laid bare before your High Lord, his violet eyes darkening as he drinks in every delectable curve of your body.

You step towards him, your hips gently swaying with every step.

“Pleased to see me, are we, Rhys?” your teasing voice smirks as your hand reaches out where the bulge in his dark dress slacks is pressing against the fabric. The barrier of material between where your hand is rubbing his cock through his pants causes a delicious friction that has the man in front of you shuddering with unsteady breaths.

You take pity on him and unbutton his slacks, letting the considerable length of him spring forward. Impressively hard and glistening with the pearlescent evidence of his arousal. Your mouth waters just at the mere thought of him gently pushing you to knees and tasting every veiny inch of him. Pushing his trousers down enough for him to step out of them.

I want to feel you spilling your release against my tongue.

Just as you're about to fulfil your fantasies of pleasuring him, just before you sink to your knees, he reaches a hand out to your shoulder.

“Not that I wouldn’t love that idea darling,” he says, upon hearing your thoughts down the mating bond. “But I can’t wait another minute without being buried deep inside you.”

His hand reached down between your legs, his fingers swapping along the wetness at your core.

“Well, it seems my High Lady is as excited to see me as I am, her.” he teases in that silky smooth voice of his.

Your hand finds its way to his cock, coasting your hand up the length of him, twisting your fist over the head of him before stroking back down.

Rhys wastes no time in picking you up in his strong arms, holding you up against the wall, caging you safely in the cradle of his arms, his wings tucked in behind him.

Your thighs wrap around him, legs locking around his narrow waist, hands tracing the intricate dark swirls of his tattoos, light and teasing.

He places the tip of his cock at your entrance, teasing your clit with the head before plunging himself into your heat. Sheathing himself in the tightness of your walls.

He stills his movements, allowing you that brief moment to collect yourself, to adjust to the fullness of him, as he leans in to capture your lips in a clash of tongues.

Pulling away from your lips, he gives you that wicked smirk once more.

“Hang on tight, Darling, you’re in for it tonight.”

His hips snap into action, thrusting up into you with deadly precision, filling you over and over again with every throbbing inch of his cock.

You surrender to the pleasure, letting your mate play with your body in the way he so pleases, moaning unashamedly as he pulls his hips back almost all the way before

slamming into you to the hilt once more.

“Gods above, Darling, you feel like heaven.” he moans out, fucking his hips up into you once more.

His wings tense up as he continues to fill your cunt with every inch of him that he can, low moaning growls resonating in your ear.

You can't help but marvel at his wings. So beautifully, and devastatingly impressive. Dark and bat-like in their appearance. Your hands instinctively reaching out to touch them, fingertips skating across their spiny edge with feather-light touches.

You smirk to yourself proudly when you feel Rhys shiver under your touch. He'd told you before that his wings were very sensitive, and that he could find his climax from the sole touch of your hands upon his wings alone. That knowledge was something that you used against him at every opportunity, to watch his growling moans go from desperate, whimpering whines in a matter of minus, all from the gentle caress of your hands on his wings.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck, scraping his teeth against your skin, sloppily thrusting his hips into you as he desperately chases his high.

“Please, my love, I need to feel you…” he whispers hotly into your ear.

He reaches a dexterous hand between your joined bodies, the pads of his fingers circling your clit so perfectly that it had you clinging onto his broad shoulders even more. Your own moans become nothing more than high-pitched whines as your cunt pulses around him. Clenching around his length with a breathy whine of your release.

“That's it…there's my good girl…” his dark voice growls seductively, his fingers relentlessly still rubbing against your clit, working you through your high.

He holds himself out long enough to allow you your release before he's sheathing himself as far as he can in the welcoming warmth of your walls before he's spilling ropes of his seed deep inside you. Riding out his shuddering high with a deep groan growled against your skin.

He places a sweet kiss to your cheek as he walks you over to the four-poster bed, his softening cock still inside you. Gently he lays you down against the silken sheets, tenderly brushing the hair from your face.

“You're so beautiful, there is not a moment that I don't thank the gods they brought you to me.” He whispers, capturing your lips in a kiss.

“Rhys…” You smile up at him, carding your fingers through his slightly dishevelled dark hair.

“I'd love you for an eternity, if you'd let me, my darling. I'd bring down the stars in the sky if you'd ask. My High Lady, my mate, my one love.”

I know that you probably don't know this character, so you're more than welcome to just completely ignore this! :)

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writing-blocked-me · 1 year

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A Lost Chance

CW: Angst, betrayal, PM!Dazai, Dark Era Spoilers!, Mafia stuff ig?

Pairings: Akutagawa x reader, Platonic!Oda x reader

Author's note: A little OOC sorry! I don’t think I’ve really got Akutagawa down yet in terms of character. Trying to expand beyond writing just for Dazai and Chuuya - though I have loads more fic ideas for them!

Anyway hope you enjoy :)

You had been with the Port Mafia ever since you could remember. Kouyou had recruited you at a young age, seeming seeing, as she put it, “a darkness in you akin to the flower of darkness being nurtured in me.” She trained you and showed you how to flourish in the darkness. You’d never questioned it; never asked why.

You took it all in stride, stayed in the darkness and even became comfortable there. Making friends in the mafia was easier than it sounded. Despite it being a criminal organisation, there were surprisingly many people your age. The Akutagawa siblings were surprisingly who you’d grown closest to over the years. Although each of you trained under different executives, in different factions of the organisation, you became really close.

Ryunosuke in particuar you felt you gravitated to. He was angry and brash, so desperate to prove himself to Dazai as strong that he was often blinded to things around him. However, you admired how driven he was and how hard he worked. Though, he wasn’t always so rage-fuelled. Sometimes he could be gentle and sweet, especially when it came to Gin. He was always soft and considerate of his sister and protective of her as well. It was incredibly sweet.

He was also soft with you, and just as protective of you as he was of Gin. He had grown fond of you, as you’d pretty much grown up together. You always stuck by him and seen his worth even when Dazai did not. You were one of the few people he completely trusted and allowed himself to open up to. It was not until his early teens when he realised he was falling for you, or rather, until Gin realised and told him. He was never good with his emotions, often acting on whims, usually in violence or anger.

However, unknown to the Black-Fanged Hellhound of the Port Mafia, you were just as smitten with him. Though, on your side you were aware of his short temper and inability to confront any emotions outside of the negative. So, you were content to wait until he was ready for the next step in your relationship. You had always been content within the darkness of the mafia’s walls.

Until you weren’t.

When you met Oda Sakunoske, it was supposed to be a simple job. You were there as extra muscle and firepower during what was later called the Dragon’s Head Conflict. You were only 14 at the time and so had been kept out of the main action. Though the mafia was desperate, so still they sent you in. That’s where you first saw him. Picking up any stragglers he could find, rescuing children and protecting them from the conflict. He seemed determined to keep the kids out of the darkness - a concept completely mysterious to you. At first you had been confused, but curious.

The second time you met him was when you sought him out. He had sparked your curiosity and you wanted to know more. You hung around with him; you asked him questions. He always gave you the same blunt answers about wanting to help the kids. He showed them kindness, a kindness that stemmed from light. You had never been exposed to light before Oda; it was then that he opened the door for you, leading to light.

From then on, you had decided to help him, to be more kind. You would look after the orphans when he was gone too long on mafia jobs and contribute to their living costs. Eventually, they began to see you as an older sibling and, eventually, you became very attached to them.

Regardless of how kind you were when it came to the kids, you never forgot where you worked, where you believed you belonged. In the darkness. You continued to work as a member of the mafia, alongside your friends. You still cared for the Akutagawa siblings, still infatuated with Akutagawa, though you now attempted to prevent any excessive violence he attempted. Life went on with only a few changes.

It was when you were 16 that Akutagawa finally told you he loved you. He had just had an intense training session with his mentor and he returned to his and Gin’s shared abode battered and bruised, coughing and spluttering. You had already been there, waiting for one or both of the siblings to show up to hang out, when he walked through the door. You stood up to help him, only for him to fall on top of you, sending you both to the floor with a thud. You gently rolled him off of you and rushed to get the med kit before tending to his injuries.

It was then that he realised he did not want to lose you, you who treated him with respect and love, who showed him his worth was not just based on Dazai’s opinion of him, who reassured him of his strength when he believed himself weak. He had been aware of his feelings for you before, but now he had no choice but to act on them and let you know of his feelings. So he told you. He communicated exactly how he felt, as he placed a soft kiss on top of your forehead, thanking you for loving him andf taking care of him. That was the beginnign of your wonderful and short-lived relationship as lovers.

The two of you remained professional as ever within the realm of the mafia, but outside you were much less hard and cold. Akutagawa was warm and loving, though he showed it in his own way, and you in turn took care of him. He had never been taken care of before, not like the way you did - intimately and without any sign of disgust or regret. You loved him and he loved you, and, though you had been exposed to the light, you were content to live in this realm of darkness if it meant the two of you could keep on loving one another.

And then everything fell apart.

Akutagawa had stormed into the room furious one day, frustrated at the new enemy, Mimic, and his lack of usefullness to his mentor, the Demon Prodigy. He had ranted about Dazai and how he had reprimanded him for botching the trap he had set up. He went on and on about how Dazai’s friend was so much better than him. Placing your hands around his, you attempted to calm him down, to no avail, as he shook your hands off and got even more worked up. This time, however, his anger turned towards you. He had never been angry at you before, not seriously anyway, not like he was then, with fiery rage burning in his eyes, brows scrunched together and lips tightly pursed together. He had yelled at you, blamed you for making him weak, for allowing him to be soft, to let down his guard. He screamed and shouted about how without you he would finally be strong, Dazai would finally recognise him as strong.

Eyes full of tears and withou response, you sidestepped the mafioso and stormed past him. You would not hear him say those things, although you knew that his anger was not truly directed at you, but it still hurt to listen to the boy you loved berating you. You were aware of his lack of control over his emotions from the start, you just needed some time to cool down, and to let him cool down.

It was a couple days since your fight with Akutagawa when it happened. You had thought he was going to visit you, but he simply still needed time. Ryunosuke regretted lashing out and losing control, but he didn’t know how to make it right, so he opted to leave you alone, deciding until he could figure out how to fix it, he would let you have your space.

That was his mistake.

The news of the mafia’s success defeating mimic, whilst also attaining a permit allowing the mafia to legally operate with Gifted individuals. However, few knew how it had been done. You had been celebrating on with Gin in your apartment after hearing the news. It was only when they left, late that night, that you started asking youself the questions of “who”, “what”, “where”, “when” and “why”. That’s when you heard a knock at the door. There stood the Demon Prodigy himself, Dazai Osamu, eyes slightly puffy, though his attempts to conceal it was commendable.

You had met him a few times throughout your time in the mafia, through missions and jobs. However, your interactions grew slightly more after meeting Oda. You were aware of their odd friendship and that Oda trusted him, considering him a true, genuine friend. That said, your respect for him was only for him as a superior, given your relationship to his pupil. You were wary of the man at the door, unsure of why he would seek you of all people out, why he would come at such a late hour.

“Odasaku is gone.”

It was the only thing he said before he dragged himself into your apartment, plonking himself down on your couch.

Your ears rang with the words, your face displaying obvious disbelief. He couldn’t be gone, that couldn’t be true, right? But you knew that Dazai would not be in your presence if it was fake. Your mind raced, what would you do without your mentor of light? What would the kids do? You hadn’t even thought about them yet, how would you break the news...

“They’re gone too.”

As if reading your mind, Dazai lifted his head. He recounted the events of Oda’s death to you and the death of the orphans. As he spoke, he stared at the wall, it was apparent how desperate he was not to cry. He looked almost innocent as the sorrow crossed his face. He turned to you.

“I’m leaving the mafia. His last wish was for me to do something good, to live in the light and help people. He asked if I could bring you with me.”

The former Demon Prodigy extended his hand to you, an invitation.

And, without looking back, to honour the person you most looked up to, you took it.

Akutagawa knocked on your door. One. Two. Three times. No response. You hadn’t been seen in days, he came to check on you. The rest of the mafia was busying themselves with finding the former executive, now suspected traitor, but all he could think of was you. He was finally ready to patch things up, ready to tell you how sorry he was. Another knock. No response again, so he busted down your door. He’d apologise later but he had to talk to you first.

Your apartment was empty, blank and cold - nothing like the warm environment it had been while you lived there. Akutagawa tore through the apartment, room by room, still no sign. You were gone.

You had left and taken with you the last part of his soul that was not rage and despair.

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rheagodlywrites · 1 year

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Oh, I’ve Been Stabbed

Rottmnt Donnie x gn reader

Donnie and y/n have sarcastic humor. It doesn’t matter if it’s mean they just joke sarcastically. Unfortunately that sarcasm can backfire

Y/n sat with Donnie as he ranted about how annoying Leo can get sometimes. Y/n always listened to his rants. They loved him even if they showed it in funny ways.

“ I mean just yesterday he almost broke one of my projects! He knows how important it is!” Y/n sat on her phone and looked up to add their two sense.

“I mean you know what they say. Not all men are bad, some are dead.” Donnie laughed at how much sarcasm was in that joke.

“Right. Now if only Leo could join their ranks.”

The two spent a while just talking before night came around. Y/n gets a text from their mom telling them to be back home within the hour.

“Don, Mom’s calling. Gotta go.” Y/n stood up and made their way to the door. Donnie waved them off, calling to them.

“Be sure not to die on your way out.”

“Only if you actually sleep some hours tonight.”

Y/n left the lair and started to walk down the busy city streets. Home wasn’t all that far away however it did take a while to walk. As Y/n walked they had a strange feeling. It was a gut feeling however it was only a gut feeling. Y/n turned around to see anyone that was following but there was no one in particular that looked suspicious. Y/n shook the feeling and turned a corner,heading home. As they passed an alley way, a hand grabbed her roughly and pulled her aside. Throwing her onto the ground of the virtually empty alley.

“We’ve been trying to find you for the longest time.” A deep voice could be heard however Y/n had a feeling as to who it was. Y/n knew that being friends with the boys would put a target on their back. It never was bad until now. Being held hostage by the foot clan, not exactly a fun time. Y/n sat tied up on the floor. their hands tied in tape and rope. Even blindfolded, Y/n knew they were near the water since they could smell the salt of the waves. Y/n did their best to remove the ring that Donnie made them. The moment they broke it, the thing was to send something directly to Don’s wrist com. Y/n calmly counted in their head as they tried to grasp the situation. They hear a distant crash followed by the door roughly opening moments later. Y/n perked up curious but the way they were roughly pulled up on their feet meant that it wasn’t their Donnie.

“Don’t move, turtles.” A deep voice slowly said. Y/n looked around in the darkness of their blindfold, trying to get a base as to where Donnie and the others were. The stranger eventually took off the blindfold and the looks of the other’s faces were strained. Y/n inhaled deeply as they felt a knife on their back. Y/n didn’t listen to the conversation but had an idea. They rammed their head into the chin of their kidnapper and ran from the stranger. The stranger hisses in pain and suddenly y/n felt a sharp pain in their side. Looking down they watched as red seeped out.

“Oh, I’ve been stabbed.” They laughed out. They looked back to the stranger and smile.

“Do you want this back?” They ask as blood slowly leaked into their clothes. Donnie panicked and went to pull the knife but Leo stopped him.

“You’ll make it worse. I can handle this. Go drop him somewhere or something.” Leo handled the increasingly worsting wound.

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Donnie sat with Y/n in his room on his bed. Y/n stared at the ceiling as to not ruin the careful stitching that Leo had done just hours ago.

“From now on, no more walking home on your own. You’re just lucky your family doesn’t exactly question where you go or stay.” Donnie sighed bothered.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me too much. You might not sleep well.” Donnie took Y/n’s words into consideration then laid with them in the bed much to Y/n’s surprise.

“Wait-, Don-“

“Don’t question it.” Donnie held Y/n gently as if they’d break if he held them to roughly.

“I care about you so please just rest.”

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peanutpinet · 1 year

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For You Only (pt. 2 of Anything for You) - Demon Jaehyun x Witch Reader

A/N: this is the pt. 2 of Anything for You, the demon Jaehyun fic that I did like last November. There's not much action and just some fluffy domestic things 🥹

Warnings: a fight scene, demon Jeong actually having feelings and a heart for the reader, probably cliche scenes but fluffy domestic actions (I'm such a sucker for this)

Link to Pt.1: Anything For You

How did you end up from begging for Jaehyun’s help when you were hurt and all bloody to going for a walk at the park in the middle of the night? Well, to the average person or even witches from your coven would find this ridiculous but to Jaehyun, it all just seems like another Tuesday night.

After you visited Jaehyun and talked to him, Jaehyun agreed to help you without having you to sacrifice your entire life and even freedom for him. However, he did make you promise, well made a deal with him to give him a chance into getting to know each other and even perhaps to take you out every so often which you didn’t think much of it because he practically saved you and your loved ones’ life.

So here you were, all dressed up in a cosy beige sweater and dark grey culotte with a black cardigan whereas Jaehyun was wearing a full black outfit but with a dark green/grey bomber jacket, his hair was slightly styled down compared to his typical slicked back look. One might even mistake him for a typical college or young CEO.

When you walked towards him, Jaehyun looked up from his phone and smiled the second his eyes laid on you; as if all the mortals surrounding the two of you are just some lost souls. Right when you were just in arms reach, Jaehyun handed you a bouquet of flowers which caught you off-guard but you accepted the flowers nonetheless.

While Jaehyun tried to hold your hand as you walked to the restaurant, you instinctively avoided him, telling him that that was a big step and you didn’t feel comfortable at all. Luckily enough, Jaehyun was considerate and proceed the day as he planned.

Arriving at the restaurant, you were amazed at how Jaehyun managed to get a reservation at a very renowned place. Seeing you being amazed made Jaehyun’s heart swell with pride. He called out for you and was directed by the waiter to the table.

Of course, being the gentleman he was, Jaehyun helped you in your seat as you took in the interior of the restaurant and practically took pictures for memories. Despite not talking that much, Jaehyun managed to keep the conversation light and even made you feel comfortable without having to push you to talk to him; as if talking with him just came naturally.

After lunch which Jaehyun paid for, he asked you if there was something that you’d like to do and decided to bring Jaehyun to the places where you like to go. Despite the whole date being Jaehyun’s idea, you also wanted to show him about the things that you like to do, to hopefully get him to understand where you’re coming from.

You took Jaehyun to the local cafe where you love to get your daily dose of tea and pastry which Jaehyun decided to get something to join in with you. The two of you sat by the window and Jaehyun asked if you’ve always done these mundane things alone which you replied back that oftentimes you would be alone and that’s mainly because you feel that every time you’ve become too close or attached to someone, that person would always get hurt which made you try your best to not easily be attached to anyone.

Seeing your distraught self, Jaehyun immediately pulls away from the topic to about himself, saying that he too also had a lot to sacrifice, especially when he was a human a long time ago. Curious, you asked him what were the things that he remembered as a human. Whether there were things that he missed when he was a human.

“It’s been long since I’ve become what I am today that I truly don’t remember much. I feel quite unattached with the current world. Though one thing that I’ve noticed hasn’t changed is that humans would always do whatever it takes for something or someone they truly love and care for. Just like you did for your people. But then again, that’s something that I actually envy of. Because at least it means that you have people you care about and vice versa” Jaehyun replied, looking out the window

“Well, what do you do on a daily basis nowadays?” you asked

“I mean, whether you supernatural beings notice it, there are actually a lot of lost souls. Especially after what happened” Jaehyun paused, squinting his eyes before looking back at you. “So, I have to collect them and punish them for what they’ve done” Jaehyun continued, sipping his coffee

“Do you collect all the souls? Both humans and supernatural?” you asked

“No. In fact, I rarely collect those souls. It’s only the difficult ones. However, I don’t just collect souls. After what happened in my previous life, I was punished to atone for what I’ve done by punishing those who have done wrong. Well, mainly the obvious ones. Like killing sprees, robberies, and even corruption. Well, especially those corrupted souls because those are the ones that cause the most trouble. Trust me when I say that a corrupted soul is the scariest of them all. Just like that powerful witch you had to go up against” Jaehyun mentioned

“But don’t you say that you have a daytime job?” you asked curiously, making Jaehyun chuckle. “What’s so funny?” you scoffed

“Nothing. It’s just interesting how you actually seem interested” Jaehyun teased, sipping his coffee a bit slower this time

“What? Just because I always seem serious, I’m not okay. If you don’t want to share then whatever” you tsked, looking away until you heard Jaehyun talk

“Like I said, I punish the corrupted souls. So my job technically has to be involved with all those corrupted souls” Jaehyun shrugged

“So like you’re in the mafia?” you asked whilst Jaehyun just chuckled

“I’ll save you that information, darling. I don’t like you to be involved in what I do here. You have a kind heart. One of the reasons why you interest me in the first place. I’d like to keep it that way. I don’t want you to be corrupted by the things that I do. I hope that they won’t scare you at least” Jaehyun admitted, making your heart beat in a certain way that you haven’t felt in a long time

Right when Jaehyun stated that short statement, you kept on rethinking about what your initial thoughts about Jaehyun. Sure, he was a demon and would often heavily punish people which others might think are a bit too harsh but after listening to his snippets, you came to a realisation that Jaehyun wasn’t actually as evil as everyone portrays him to be.

Sure, Jaehyun might actually like punishing some but then again, those people actually deserve it since they were all corrupted people. But even from Jaehyun’s story, there was still part of you that was unsure if what Jaehyun said was all true because you have never seen what Jaehyun actually does; even since you saved him, you have never encountered him again until you were the one that called out to him.

You didn’t realise how long you were in your own thoughts until Jaehyun called out to you, telling you that he needed to grab a few things for your at-home dinner date which you completely forgot ever since the conversation at the cafe.

The two of you strolled around the supermarket and grabbed a few things that you personally liked because Jaehyun said that he was pretty much alright with anything and he’ll just cook with whatever dish you were craving for. In addition, Jaehyun said that he would pay for everything; saying that it was his idea and he wants to treat you right which made your heart beat in a certain way again.

As Jaehyun was paying, your witch side was sensing something off around the neighbourhood. Following your instincts, you went out of the supermarket and follow the inner voice in your head that led you to a compound nearby where there was some sort of crowd that was just sitting down and hearing some sort of city announcement.

Unfortunately, before you could react, a fire started and it created a commotion. Using your powers, you secretly tried to put the fire out or at least help the crowd escape by redirecting the fire smoke. But what you failed to notice was a group of heretics coming to cause even more chaos than the fire they created.

Before you could finish your spell to make the fire go out, one of the heretics noticed you and in a blink, you felt a sharp pain both on your neck and arm because this heretic was both siphoning your powers and feeding from you. Right when you could hear your own heart beat slower, the pain was gone and a hand gently caught your head. Blinking slowly, you noticed that it was Jaehyun and he looked like he was worried but also wanted to kill someone.

“Why didn’t you say anything before you left?” Jaehyun questioned, softly cradling you, checking other injuries on you

“I can’t help it. I sensed something and my body moved on its own. I’m fine tho. You saved me, again. Looks like I’ll have a lot of debt” you tried to joke but Jaehyun just sighed

“We’ll talk later after I finish dealing with all these irritating supernaturals” Jaehyun sighed, kissing your forehead which helped you regain your powers back and Jaehyun walked to the mess, immediately taking control of the situation and punishing the heretics that caused the chaos in the first place.

After Jaehyun punished the heretics, he was about to take you and just leave but you convinced him to at least help clean up the mess which he eventually gave in because he just couldn’t resist you. Back at the safety of Jaehyun’s private suite, he took care of you himself, making sure that there wasn’t a scratch left on your body that he didn’t know about.

“I hope that this would be the last time that you jump into this kind of mess. I hate to see you get hurt or even cry” Jaehyun uttered, brushing your hair back

“No promises, Jae” you breathed out, just enjoying the small moments

“While I do love your courage and kindness, I hate when others take advantage of you for it. Ever since you saved me, I’ve been watching you whenever I have the chance and I hate how everyone never appreciates you. You deserve much much more and I would do anything to give it to you. That’s why I made the deal to have you stand by me; always and forever. Because at least by that, I would be able to watch and care for you” Jaehyun stated but he didn’t let you cut him off

“I know that I’m not the best person to show my feelings but that’s because deep down, I worry that once I show any sort of feelings, some will find me weak. Especially if they found out about you because darling, you’re my one weakness after centuries of living. But I know that you love the freedom to be able to roam around and experience whatever is it you want in this world. I know that my deal basically condemned you to stay by me but what I hate more than you being hurt is if I’m the reason for your sadness. So, I’ll cut the deal off” Jaehyun added, making you shock that the person that always punishes others and made sure everyone paid their debt would actually let you go freely

“Our outing, well dates, showed me that you’re like a bird. You’re gorgeous and love to spread your wings to wherever the wind will take you but once you’re caged, you lose that sense of flight and I don’t want that. I’ll let you go and live your life because that’s what you deserve. To be happy even if it’s with someone else. But I’ll still be watching over” Jaehyun whispered, cupping your cheeks and caressing them

Jaehyun was right. You do love your freedom but oftentimes, with that freedom, others would take advantage of it without you even knowing it. Though you were more than glad for Jaehyun cutting the deal off, you can’t help but wonder what Jaehyun will be doing if and when you move on from him, from all the moments you’ve had with him.

Sure, you were more than happy hearing Jaehyun finally understanding the life that you love but he wasn’t the only one that came to a realisation because you too finally understood that behind his cold stoic look was actually a man that became a victim centuries ago. A man that has never gotten the love and care that he deserved. But maybe, that’s why the universe brought you to each other. To complete the missing part of each others’ life. It was then that you finally made the decision to stay by Jaehyun till the end of time and if somehow one of you would leave the other behind, you would find a way to come back to each other in whatever life you were in.

“Jaehyun. Thank you. For understanding” you cried but Jaehyun wiped your tears and was about to let go of your cheek but you held his arm in place

“But I too finally understand about you. You deserve to experience the love and care that everyone do” you added, making Jaehyun confused but he let you continue

“I don’t want you to have to go through anything on your own. I want to stay. With you. I want to take care of you just as I have done for others. I want you to understand that having feelings doesn’t make you weak. As cliche as it sounds, it sometimes gives you the strength that you never noticed. I want you to feel the freedom that I’ve felt. And to experience new things together. That is, if you also want to” you confessed as Jaehyun was the one to hold your hand now

“If that’s truly how you feel…I, I truly am grateful to have you and to be able to meet you. I just don’t want you to regret your decision later because I’m not an easy person to care for and so if you do change your…” Jaehyun started but you stopped him, cupping his cheeks, his normal cold skin felt warmer

“I know you might not be an easy person to understand but that’s the beauty of it. There’s always a rainbow at the end of a storm. And you’re no different, Jung Jaehyun. You were once human yet you never got the love and care you deserve. So let me give you that” you breathed out. The first person to have ever said his human name after centuries, igniting something in Jaehyun after centuries of not feeling anything

Leaning closer, Jaehyun scanned your expression to see any uncomfortableness but when he doesn’t find one and was actually welcomed with a smile and nod, Jaehyun was done holding back. He cupped your face and closed the gap between the two of you. Maybe, you were right. Jaehyun was human even if it was centuries ago. He still had a heart and feelings. Perhaps, all of those good and loving parts of him were waiting for the right person, you. Because now that you were his, Jaehyun has no intention of holding back everything that he has felt for you. Everything that he does. Every decision he makes. It’s all for you, only.

A/N: I hope that you all have been well because someone at work has been pissing me off and I just need some escapism plus my lovely author friend @mymoodwriting and some of the readers wanted a pt.2 on the Jaehyun demon fic. So, I hope that this satisfies everyone about hoping that the reader falls for Jaehyun! Alright, time to go back to being a corporate slave and hopefully I'll be able to write another story soon (was thinking alpha hybrid Johnny, hehehe). Stay safe :) xoxo Vinet

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vampsquerade · 1 year

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Hallooo! I've made sure to read the rules and bio before requesting :')

Can I please request an xreader/oneshot (can be an hc if you want ^^) for Jäger? Maybe his s/o (can be gender neutral or what you write the most) got infected however still conscious and doesn't really attack him despite being an infected,, love this man alot,, I hope this is ok, feel free to deny this request if i've crossed anything against the rules ^^

thank you so much for requesting anon! it means a lot to see you made sure to read my rules before requesting because that shows me people are considerate of things i’d write for c,: i hope you like this Jäger fic! it’s mostly angsty but he ends up getting a bit of a happy ending

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Jäger x GN!Reader: Human After All

Trigger Warnings: angst with a good ending, body horror, near death experience, slight body takeover, Archæan infected reader, shapeshifting, implication of PTSD (Jäger)

The outbreak started so suddenly all those years ago. With the crash of an old spacecraft infested with whatever alien parasite that was in it, you and two other CBRN operators joined Rainbow to figure out what’s going on in the first place and how to get rid of it. Once that mission was complete, you continued to work with Rainbow throughout the years until suddenly—the parasite resurfaced. Your previous studies and research came to use for the ones you knew how to deal with but there was something different about them. Several new Archæan have come into existence and are able to resist the previous cure made by you and several other professionals.

It had gotten so bad in the beginning, that even you got infected.

You had no clue how you were even conscious, as the parasite’s way of infection was through host control. It horrified you, to see the spikes that replaced the very limbs you once called arms and legs. Your entire body was seemingly covered in what was a type of goopy and disgusting slime. Looking at yourself in the broken glass once you had first been infected made you want to cry, as the moment your fellow operators saw you—they’d surely kill you. You feared most if it was Marius, your boyfriend of 7 years, that came to be the one to stumble upon your new and grotesque form. What would he do if he saw you? Would he scream? Would he be so disgusted that he just flat out killed you? Or would he try to save you?

Whatever it was, you were terrified of the reaction.

Days turned to weeks where you figured you weren’t even being looked for and you hoped it would remain that way. But sometimes, it doesn’t work out the way you want—after at least one year of the second outbreak, you were finally found by your fellow operators. Instead of the usual 5 like your previous missions, only 3 of them showed up. And from the way their new and improved uniforms looked, you figured they were better prepared than you were when it started. “It seems like the irregular reading is in the room across from us. Let’s proceed carefully.” a familiar voice said. Julien was the one that was speaking, and you watched the other two nod and turn to where you had been hiding.

“There it is…move carefully and quietly, we don’t want it to alert the others downstairs…” another one said softly. Shuhrat’s voice, one you barely heard when you worked together but could identify easily. The third of the trio didn’t speak as they began to slowly and carefully inch towards the room you were in. Afraid of being taken out, you begin to back away until you hit the wall behind you. They carefully enter the room, weapons drawn and aimed right at you. You make a small click of fear, putting your arms in front of yourself as a method of defense.

“Is that you…Y/N…?” the third finally says softly.

And just as you were hoping to avoid, Marius had come on the team of operators sent to scout the area for a strange Archæan. “Mar…i…us…” you croak hoarsely, lowering your arms to properly look at him. He slowly places his carbine on the floor and raises his arms, coming closer to you. “Marius, don’t get too close. We don’t know if they’ll attack or not.” Julien warns. Marius doesn’t care however, walking closer to get a better look at your face. Despite many of the new Archæan looking completely different than the ones that were previously here, you were the only one that managed to keep your face. You didn’t even know if other humans had been infected like you, as Archæans seemingly came from their reinforced nests.

“How…” Marius whispered as he reached out to touch your face. You flinch a bit, only to relax slightly once his hand comes into contact with your cheek. “Stop touching their face. You already know what we’re here for.” Shuhrat says coldly. You have to look hard just to see Marius’ eyes, and you could see the pain within. “Right…” he says softly. Marius then takes something out to take a small vial of your blood, and you keep yourself still. He hands it over to Julien once he’s finished, and then Julien nods once he processes it.

“Tier Three Archæan: Tormentor. Can shape-shift to the organic growth, Sprawl, to ensure a fluid-like speed. Uses small homing projectiles in rapid succession or a larger and slower projectile to attack. The weak point of a Tormentor is its head.” he explains, turning to look at and giving you a cold, hostile glare. “Stop looking at Y/N that way. They haven’t even resisted or alerted any of the others. If they’re truly going to be of use to getting rid of the Archæans, it’s better to bring them back to us.” Marius says in defense of you, crossing his arms. “And for how long will they be unresponsive to our presence, hm?” Julien says.

Marius falters slightly, only to remain firm in his belief of you being harmless, “They’ve been missing for a year and don’t seem to have moved from this floor of the building. There was no other Archæan up here but Y/N—it’s safe for us to bring them back to base.” he says. “They risk infecting the entire facility if we bring them back.” Shuhrat says curtly. “So then we keep them in a completely quarantined part of the facility. That containment room is finished, right? We can just leave Y/N in there until we figure out the best way to get rid of these new variants of the Chimera bacteria.” Marius says sternly. “Marius, even if that was possible, who would be the one overseeing them? Who would make sure nobody gets infected?” Julien asks.

Marius falters once again and shakes his head, “We have tons of doctors working with us. Only one will be closest to the and will gather samples the further along they go with their research.” he says. “Tsk…we’re going to have to ask Eliza and Elena if this is a good idea…” Julien says softly. He then exits the room to report to Eliza about this new proposition and after a few minutes, he then re-enters the room. “Let's hurry to the extraction zone, we have to go now before the other Archæans get any ideas somehow.” Julien says.

“Danke…I’m grateful you considered my words. Come on Y/N, let’s go…” Marius says, turning to look at you. “No…danger…” you say softly. “We’ll be okay, please…” he pleads. You shake your head, carefully extending your arms and pushing him away. “Hey. Don’t push him.” Shuhrat says, raising his LMG and aiming it at you. “Leave…please…” you say. “I’m not leaving without you. I spent so long searching for my lost love—just come with us and we’ll help.” Marius says, turning back to look at you. “Make a decision now, Y/N. Either you come with us or you stay behind and die.” Julien says.

Frozen in place upon hearing his words, you think for a moment before finally deciding to go with them. You carefully lead them towards the safest path towards their extraction zone, only to have a few isolated Grunts become alerted. “Shit! Run to cover!” Julien exclaims. The Grunts come towards you all quickly, and you quickly become defensive of the trio as they make their way to some cover. Shape-shifting into Sprawl, you make your way towards the Grunts and attack them in order to protect your former colleagues. Though primarily under the impression that you were going to aid them in attacking Marius and the others, they didn’t think much once you came right towards them. You let out a screech to establish your dominance.

Firing your projectiles right at them, you make critical hits on them to ensure their deaths. One of them still seems to be alive however, and this enraged you. “Protect…Marius..!” you exclaim. Rushing the straggler, you use the sharp point of your arm and drive it right into the Grunt’s face to effectively finish it off. Breathing heavily, you wait to see if any other Archæans will make its way to the 4 of you. You’re lucky, as you detect no others coming up the stairs. Turning to look at the trio, you then go back into Sprawl form and reappear with them. “How are you able to do that?” Julien asks. You simply look at him like he’s stupid and gesture to your practically humanless figure. “Right, right…sorry…” he apologizes nervously.

You then shake your head out of disappointment and safely lead the trio to their evac site. Once there, you see a helicopter already there and waiting to take them. Unsure whether or not it’ll be a bad idea for you to get on with them in the state you’re in, you turn away from them and take a few steps. “Grab them, now!” a voice you couldn’t quite recognize yet yelled. Before you could move, you were captured and made unconscious. Hours would pass and you’d soon wake up once again, finding yourself tied down and hooked up to machinery. Nobody was inside the bright room with you, but you could see several doctors outside discussing things you wish you could understand.

Scared more than everything, you see the doctors scrambling to try and calm you. The entrance to the room you were in was then opened, and a figure heavily covered in a hazmat suit frantically ran towards you. “Mein Engel, what’s happening? Why are you panicking?” the figure asked. “Marius..?” you ask. He frantically nods, gently putting his hands on your face to hold it. “Don’t…tie me up…let me go…” you say. “I-I…mein Engel I can’t do that…” Marius says sadly. “Please…” you beg softly. Marius’ heart aches upon seeing you in the state you’re in, and he turns around to look at the doctors that were watching on.

They seemed to be deliberating to figure out what decision should be made, only for them to look back at you and give Marius the signal. Marius then begins to shakily and quickly remove everything from you to keep you happy. Overwhelmed with a sad emotion upon finally being reunited with your lover, you embrace him tightly. Stunned and slightly afraid of this, Marius pushes you off of him. You then become even more upset and back away from him, figuring he must be detested by your form. “N-No, no wait, please! I just…I will admit I got a bit scared…it reminded me of the time I was surrounded by so many Roaches…” he says, reaching out and carefully grabbing your arms.

Looking into his eyes, the level of pity and grief he held for you was genuine. “I…missed you so much…sorry…” you apologize softly. “I missed you too, Y/N. I promise we’ll fix you…we can be together again and live our lives until the end…just promise me something, too.” Marius says softly. You nod, your piercing red eyes staring into his, “Please, promise me that you will never hurt anybody that doesn’t deserve it…” he says. “I promise…love…you…” you whisper, voice shaky as your emotions continue to overwhelm you. “Ich liebe dich auch, mein Engel…” Marius whispers back. This time he embraces you tightly, holding onto you as he begins to cry.

Though you are unable to shed tears of your own, you wished it was possible.

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Yaaay prompt game

How about image 1 nmbr 39 and image 4 nmbr 36

Members minho and jisung, although i dont care of its them as pairing or a member/y/n pair .... i just want both of them involved lol love your work

Byeeee

SKZ prompt game

Prompts: "We need to talk about what happened last night."

"Could he make you feel as good as I do?"

Members: Lee Minho, Han Jisung

Relationship: Pirate Captain!Minho x Merman!Jisung

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Mentions of slavery kind of? They're gonna sell Jisung but they don't actually because Minho's a secret softie.

Minho didn't believe in Fate.

He'd seen enough thoroughly prepared ships crushed against rocks by unexpected storms and enough reliable old maps lead to the middle of fuck knows where to believe in that shit.

He did, however, believe in using the stars as a guide, in his grandfather's heirloom compass which had yet to lead him wrong, and in the value of a good brewed beer after a particularly rough day at sea.

No, Minho did not believe in Fate.

But, as it turns out, he did believe in Merfolk.

And sometimes, Fate comes disguised as a particularly pretty Merman with large dark eyes and a propensity for bad luck and a heart as bottomless as the depths he came from.

And Minho-nonbeliever that he is-might have to reconsider that he'll need more than the stars and his trusty compass on his side to get him out of this mess.

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"Down here, Cap'n."

Minho ducks his head beneath a low lying beam as he follows his first mate into the bowls of the ship, already cursing himself for wasting time over this.

When the crew had come to him and told him they'd caught a Merman in their nets that morning, he'd been uninterested, waving them off and telling them to throw the thing back.

But then they had convinced him to keep the pathetic thing-on his ship no less-and see what coin they could glean from selling him off to the highest bidder at the next port.

And now Minho is well and truly fucked.

The first mate comes to a stop outside of one of the cabin doors, and Minho takes in a deep breath, pinching his nose as he feels the beginnings of a headache coming on.

They should be well and truly underway to their next destination by now.

Instead, they have yet to push off from their anchoring spot because of this little 'find.'

Minho is not happy.

His first mate must sense that, because he offers some mumbled excuse and flees the scene, leaving Minho standing outside of the locked door, warily considering whether he actually wants to see what's on the other side or not.

He really should just let his men do what they wish here-it doesn't affect him either way-but he is the captain, and he can't have underhanded dealings happening without his sanctioning.

Thus, the door before him.

With another deep, disgruntled sigh, Minho unlocks the padlock and steps inside the small bunk room, shutting the door firmly behind him, before he takes in the cramped quarters.

There's the two narrow bunks shoved up against the far wall, the latrine bucket in the corner, and a rickety chair in the opposite corner, jammed against the wall for stability.

In said chair sits a man-dark complexioned, wavy, long black hair-large, doe eyes study Minho with the same wary consideration he's now staring back with.

Minho notes that the man has very two human legs beneath the overly large tunic he wears.

"Are you going to say anything? Or are you just going to stand there?" The mystery man asks with slight annoyance, arching a brow at Minho, crossing one slender leg over the other.

Minho's eyes catch on the delicate chain he wears around his ankle, the shells tinkling lightly against each other as he moves.

Minho returns the man's stare and asks steadily, "Do you always take on human form when on land, sea dweller?"

The man snorts, rolling his eyes heavenward, as if Minho is stupid.

When he glances back to him, there's a slight curve of a smirk on his plump lips, and Minho's gaze drifts unwittingly to his mouth.

"A tail would be quite inconvenient on land, would it not?" The man queries with slight amusement.

He kicks a long leg toward Minho, the smooth skin slightly shiny in the lantern light, as if his scales shimmer just out of sight beneath.

"24 hours. That's how long it lasts."

Minho's gaze catches the merman's once more, and he finds curiosity raising its head unbidden at his words.

"How long it lasts?" He repeats carefully, suddenly wary again, as if the man sitting before him is hiding some sort of secret skill or weapon from his knowledge that he should know about.

The man snorts again. "My legs." He reiterates, slower this time, as if Minho isn't understanding something.

It makes his skin prickle with annoyance, but he holds his place solidly against the door.

"I'll need water again after the time period is up." The man continues, stretching his legs out in front of him, staring at them as if he's really seeing them for the first time. "That's how it works. 24 hours on land, and then back to the sea."

Minho fights the urge to ask him anything else, and instead, holds his face expressionless as the merman once again looks him up and down, openly studying him.

"Well." Minho clears his throat and pushes off the door, reaching for the handle.

He's seen quite enough.

"Luckily for you, we should reach our next port well within the time period. You'll be sold off and no longer my problem by the time you need to return to the sea. Your new owner can then decide whether to give you what you need or let you suffer."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

Minho hears the chair screech, and the man clamber to his feet, slight panic in his tone.

He doesn't turn around, his hand still on the door knob.

"You can't-" The man falters, as if deciding how to win Minho over. His voice is smaller when he speaks again, trembling with something akin to anger. "You can't do that."

"Why?" Minho asks blankly without looking. His fingers clench tighter around the knob. "Why can't I?" He turns to look at the man now, standing beside the thrown chair, hands in fists at his side. "You stumbled into my nets cast by my crew, you're on my ship-you're my property now, sea dweller, and I can do with you what I see fit."

The merman's whole body trembles, and Minho doesn't know if it's from rage or fear.

"You can't." He repeats, softer this time. "Do you know what they'll do to me?"

Minho arches a brow. "I don't, but I find I don't care."

And with that, he turns and leaves the room, locking the door behind him and making his way back toward deck.

God, he really hates the underbelly of the ship.

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When they reach the next port, Minho gets bad news.

Bad fucking news indeed.

"No." He slams his knife down into the wood of his desk, making his first mate flinch across the room. His eyes flash and he can feel the anger-hot and heavy-start to wash over him. "We're not keeping that thing aboard."

"But cap'n-" The mate tries again, holding out his hands and inching forward, as if that will soothe Minho's ire.

It doesn't.

"We've heard from some reputable sources that we'll catch a mighty fine price fer the merman if we wait and sell him in one of the bigger ports where there are more bidders."

Minho can see the greed sparkling in his first mate's dark eyes, and he curses himself for not seeing this was coming.

They're pirates.

Of bloody course they want to get the biggest haul imaginable.

It's what they do. What they all do.

"If we keep that thing on here for more than 24 hours, we're gonna have more fucking problems than a few lost coins." Minho growls, digging the sharp point of his knife deeper into the wood.

The first mate nods, his cap still held respectfully in front of him. "We understand, and we've accounted fer everything, Cap'n."

Minho blows out a harsh breath, staring past the other man, out to the dark rolling waves of the sea beyond the bow.

Finally, he wrenches his knife from the wood and throws it down wearily.

"Fine. But I don't want to hear a word about it. And if that thing gets out of control, it's on your head."

He motions with a jerk of his head toward the door.

"Now get the fuck out of my quarters."

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They're two days into their journey when Minho breaks his word.

The door to his private quarters opens and the first mate shoves the merman inside, looking more than a little worse for wear since the last time Minho saw him.

"Leave us." He commands, and his man leaves without a word, shutting the door behind him.

Minho stands from behind the table, walking slowly toward the man, hands behind his back, looking him slowly up and down, as if he's eying an animal on sale at an auction.

The merman holds his ground, staring Minho down, but the circles under his eyes are darker than Minho remembers, the sway of his feet on the deck a little more pronounced.

Minho comes to a stop in front of him, and cocks his head.

"I hear you've been refusing the food my men give you."

A slight sneer flashes across the merman's lips, and Minho catches sight of a flash of sharp, pointed teeth. "If slop is considered food, then yes."

Minho doesn't waver. "I'm providing for you out of the grace of hospitality you know. I could just let you starve."

The man lifts his chin and continues to stare Minho down. "Why do you care?"

Minho pulls his knife from his breast pocket, and ticks the sharp point lightly beneath the other man's chin, forcing him to hold his gaze as he arches his brow pointedly.

"You are my product, sea dweller. If I don't present you in the best possible condition, what will my buyers think?"

The merman's lips twist into a slight growl, and Minho smirks, turning away.

He crosses back to sit down behind the table-laden with his five course supper-and flips his knife end over end mindlessly, playing with it between his fingers before he glances back up to the other man, watching him warily.

"Come." He motions to the chair across from him with the knife. "Sit."

The man doesn't move, and Minho sighs.

"That wasn't an invitation. You can sit of your own free will, or I can simply call back in my first mate to force your hand. Your choice."

After a brief second of hesitation, the man crosses the room and stiffly settles into the chair across from Minho.

"Good." Minho nudges a platter heaped high with broiled, crispy fish toward him. "Now eat."

The merman hesitates briefly, eying the food, as if Minho is going to poison him, and with another long sigh, he leans forward, grabbing one of the fish and ripping it to shreds between his teeth as the merman watches.

He makes a show of chewing and swallowing, staring pointedly at the other man the whole time.

Only once he has swallowed the bite of fish and washed it down with some red wine, does the man across from him make a move toward the offered food.

Minho watches him tear apart a fish hungrily with his abnormally sharp teeth, followed closely by a second, and a third, and only when he stops to take a long gulp of wine does Minho allow himself to speak.

"The darkness of the underbelly does nothing for your complexion. We cannot arrive in port with you looking peaky. You shall be allowed above deck, staring tomorrow, with my supervision of course."

The man glances up at him, surprise and suspicion written clearly in his dark eyes, and Minho holds his gaze, leaning forward to rest on his elbows as he studies him.

"One slip of your siren song though, and I shall chain you to the bulwark in the dungeon until we arrive."

The merman snorts, and reaches for another fish, eyeing Minho with open judgement.

"Siren songs are a myth. Merfolk can't compel anyone. We're made out to be big scary creatures of legend with razor sharp teeth who lure unwitting sailors to their doom and feast on their flesh, but all of those stories were made up by humans who were too scared to face the truth for what it actually was."

"Which is?" Minho can't help himself from asking, and the man pauses, staring at him.

He gives a little shrug. "That we're just like you, if you can look past the scales and the giant tail."

Minho sits back, watching him steadily as he rips into the fish, and something inside of him knows the merman is telling him the truth.

But why?

And why does he suddenly find that he cares?

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Minho watches the merman watch the sea and he realizes something.

They both love it.

They're alike in that regard.

They both can't get enough of the unpredictable waves, the dark, mysterious depths, the roiling violence that belies the calm that lies just underneath.

Minho has always loved the sea, and he's never quite met anyone who loves it just as much as he does.

That is, until he met him.

Minho watches for another moment-the way his face lights up as he glances past the long dark strands of his hair to watch the seabirds circle, the way his fingers tap along the railing, as if he itches to run them through the cold, turquoise water below.

He watches, and then he steps up silently beside the man and asks without preamble, "Do you have a name, sea dweller?"

The man glances at him sidelong, face suspicious and suddenly shuttered, and Minho finds himself missing the open softness he had sported moments ago while regarding the sea.

Something inside him wants this strange man to look at him the same way.

Finally, he says, "Jisung."

Minho wants to repeat the name, try it out on his tongue, see how it feels to roll around in his mouth, but instead, he hums in acknowledgement beneath his breath, and glances back out to the safety of the waves.

The sea is familiar.

This merman-Jisung-is not.

There is a beat of silence, and then Jisung says with slight irritation, "Well? Are you going to return the favor? Or shall I just call you 'captain' the rest of my time here?"

Minho glances to him, and can't help the smirk that crosses his lips at his words.

"I wouldn't be opposed."

And then, Jisung does something Minho never thought he'd see.

He blushes.

He looks away and clears his throat, his gaze once again fixed on the waves cutting sharp around the ship's bow.

Minho feels something inside him soften, and he says, softer this time, for only Jisung to hear-"Minho. My name is Minho."

Jisung glances to him in surprise, full lips slightly parted, and then shuts his mouth once more, letting his gaze follow Minho's down to the familiarity of the sea.

He gives a nod, and whether it's accidental or not, his finger brushes Minho's for the briefest moment on the railing.

Below them, the sea laughs.

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It's been four days since they left the last port, and Jisung has eaten with Minho in his private cabin every night.

As Minho watches the merman dig into another plate of fish, something inside of him nags, sour and unsettled.

Only two more days until they reach their home port, and then what?

Minho knows. He's known from the beginning.

His crew will look to him to auction off Jisung to the highest bidder and that's that.

He's known that was the plan all along, so why, now, suddenly, does it put a hollow pit in his stomach?

Minho comes back to himself to find Jisung watching him curiously, the half eaten fish held lax in his hands.

"What?" He asks, a little more sharply than intended, but Jisung just smiles and goes back to eating.

"Nothing."

Minho shoves his food around his plate a few times, but doesn't take anymore bites.

He finds he's suddenly not hungry.

His gaze is once again pulled unwittingly back to the man across from him, and this time, when his eyes meet Jisung's shockingly dark orbs, he doesn't say anything.

Instead, the merman huffs a little laugh and shakes his head. "You do that a lot, you know."

"Do what?" Minho asks, butterflies suddenly swarming in his stomach.

He flips his knife around in his fingers, just to ground himself.

"Stare at me." Jisung announces, cocking his head, as if he's studying Minho right back.

Minho gives a little half shrug and directs his gaze back to his plate. "Just thinking of all the money I'm going to get from your pretty ass."

The sound of a chair scooting back, and then suddenly, Jisung is in front of him, leaning back against the table, crowded between his legs.

Minho feels like he can't breathe.

A smirk crosses Jisung's lips as he stares down at Minho.

"You think I'm pretty?"

Minho feels panic start to creep across his skin.

His fingers tighten on the arms of his chair in an effort to control himself, to not reach out and touch the man standing directly in front of him.

Between his legs.

"Relatively, for a sea dweller." Minho says gruffly, trying to play this whole thing off, because the longer Jisung is in his space, smelling like surf and salt and looking that good, the harder it is to keep his hands to himself.

Jisung continues to stare at him, and Minho feels a muscle tick in his jaw.

"I'm curious about you, captain." Jisung admits, reaching up to run the tip of his finger down Minho's cheekbone, and Minho practically growls at the physical contact.

Jisung had told him that siren songs were a myth, but then what the hell was happening to him right now?

His body was on fire. He'd never felt anything like this.

"What about me?" Minho manages to grate out through clenched teeth, suddenly wondering how Jisung's long dark hair would feel between his fingers.

Probably fucking amazing.

Jisung tips his head, his lips curving upward. "Do you have a lover? Perhaps, lovers?"

Minho doesn't miss the sharpness to Jisung's questions, but he can't quite put his finger on what emotion flickers across his dark eyes before it's gone.

"Life on the sea is lonely. That's just how it is." Minho remarks quietly, seriously. "I don't usually take it upon myself to get to know people long enough that I grow attached."

"Ah." Jisung hums like he understandings, flashing those sharp teeth at Minho as he smiles. "I see. A lone wolf type then."

"More like a jaded, cynical sea captain who doesn't stay in one port for more than a few days." Minho retorts back, his own lips starting to curl into the hint of a sardonic, humorless smile.

Jisung leans closer, and Minho catches the smell of driftwood and seaweed, before he's placing his palms against the planes of Minho's chest to steady himself.

His skin is warm, and Minho is sure the other man can feel his heart pick up pace beneath his touch.

"Interesting." Jisung muses softly, eyes never leaving Minho's. "What about someone in the crew? Your cook? She seems to like you." His lips hint at a smirk. "For whatever odd reason."

Minho scoffs beneath his breath, staring into the dark depths of Jisung's eyes, so much like the turbulent waves of the sea at night. "She's very sweet, but she's not my type."

"What is your type?" Jisung pushes, and Minho watches the way his plump pink lips form his words, hears the sultry lull of his voice, and fuck, if he isn't in trouble.

Fuck it. He's going to do it.

His hands find the curve of Jisung's tiny waist, and something inside of him settles into place.

"Sea dwellers who have a penchant for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, usually." Minho replies back in little more than a murmur, a smile tilting his lips as he stares at Jisung.

Jisung grins, all heart shaped and razor toothed.

"I've been waiting to hear you say that ever since I came aboard, captain."

Minho arches a brow. "I'm sure you had more pressing issues on your mind when we first met. Like how to escape my ship and crew."

Jisung shakes his head with a little, soft laugh that has Minho feeling warm all over.

"No way. I caught one glimpse of you, and you're all I've thought about ever since."

He's practically sitting in his lap now, arms around Minho's neck, and it takes next to nothing for him to lean forward and connect their mouths with a hunger that catches Minho off guard.

But Jisung's lips are soft and satiny, and he tastes like salt and sun, and soon, Minho finds himself slipping his tongue inside the other man's mouth, abandoning all previous hesitations.

Jisung groans into the kiss, and Minho tightens his grip on his waist, tugging him to him, running his hands up and down his body.

He swipes his tongue along the inside of Jisung's teeth, and a sharp painful sting has him pulling back abruptly, tasting a sudden salty, copper flow of blood in his mouth.

Jisung stares at him for a brief moment in horror, his eyes flicking to his lips, and Minho grins, bloody teeth and all.

"Seems like the stories were right about the razor sharp teeth."

"I'm sorry-" Jisung starts to squeak out, but Minho silences him with another kiss.

"Shut up-" He whispers, palming Jisung's face and tugging him down to him once more with a smirk. "-and let's get to the bottom of all the other myths."

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"We need to talk about what happened last night."

Minho doesn't look at Jisung, staring through the spyglass at the approaching port, and consequently, the looming, bustling city behind it.

"Do we?" He queries back, his attention still on the direction of the hull, the speed of the wind, the slap of the waves.

"Yes." Jisung argues, standing in front of Minho with his hands on his hips, blocking his view with a scowl.

He drops his voice as Minho lets the spyglass drop with a sigh.

"We can't just-" He blushes, shrugging slightly, and Minho leans against the ship's wheel now, smirking with amusement. "-you know, and then not talk about it."

"Why?" Minho asks, enjoying watching Jisung squirm now, pinning him beneath his pointed gaze. "I do it all the time."

Jisung stomps his foot. He actually stomps his foot.

Minho resists the urge to laugh.

"Well I don't." Jisung pushes back, and Minho wants to pinch his cute red cheeks between his fingers.

He glances past Jisung as a flash of movement catches his eye, and sees his first mate standing down on the deck, staring up at them.

When he notices Minho looking at him, he leers, motioning to Jisung with a tip of his head, before he mimes rubbing gold coins between his fingers.

Minho has known the plan all along. He has.

But now that he can see the port, barely half a day's journey out, something sick and heavy settles into every bone in his body.

Suddenly, he knows, with an absolute certainty, that they can never talk about last night.

He brings his gaze back to the still pouting Jisung and steels his expression into something stern, something hard, something frozen.

When he speaks, his words are cold and firm, unyielding, unfeeling. "We will not be talking about last night, because that would blur the lines between us, giving you the false idea that you're anything more to me than incredibly lucrative cargo."

Jisung's face falls, and Minho feels something inside of him die.

"Minho-" Jisung whispers, reaching out a hand for him, and Minho jerks away, turning back to the ship's wheel and the deserted spy glass.

"You'll be confined to your quarters until we reach the port. My first mate will bring you ashore when we arrive. Until then, do not forget your place aboard my ship, sea dweller. You are still a captive here. Now, leave."

Minho doesn't let himself watch as Jisung walks away.

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Minho eats alone that night.

And the next day, they reach the port.

He steps foot on shore as his crew begins to unload their cargo, and oversees the carting of dozens of boxes holding priceless, stolen artifacts to the warehouse before he allows himself to retire to the small residence he keeps here.

He doesn't see Jisung.

Maybe that's for the best. Not until the auction later tonight.

Minho spends all day trying to force his thoughts anywhere other than the upcoming bidding.

When the sun dips below the horizon, washing the sea in pink, Minho straightens his waistcoat and opens the door to reveal his first mate ready and waiting.

He arches a brow. "Well?"

The man grins, and steps aside, revealing Jisung's huddled frame hidden behind his large hulking one, clad in a pair of trousers and a loose linen shirt far too big for him.

Immediately, something inside Minho tolls a warning.

The man pushes Jisung toward Minho, and Jisung stumbles, pitching forward.

Minho catches him easily, holding him up, and the merman's skin burns against his own.

"What the fuck did you do?" Minho growls at his man, still keeping Jisung from hitting the ground, as the merman stares up at him with bleary, unfocused eyes.

His skin has been sapped of all color, and he's trembling so violently that Minho can feel the vibrations work their way through his own body.

The first mate shrugs.

"We just thought we shouldn't give 'im access to the water before the auction, cap'n, makes 'em too strong and his new keeper will want 'im sweet and docile, don't ya think?"

He has the audacity to grin and wink at Minho-wink-and Minho sees red.

He's trembling now too-trembling with fury, with rage-as he stares down at the beautiful merman in his arms, weak and helpless.

"Get out." Minho whispers, voice strangled, and the big man stares at him in confusion.

"Cap'n-"

"Get. Out." Minho roars, and the man scurries back down the path with his tail between his legs.

Minho doesn't waste time watching him go.

He carries Jisung bridal style into the house, already calling for one of the waiting men he employs on his small staff.

The man appears instantly, and if he's surprised to see his master carrying a limp man in his arms, he doesn't show it.

"Yes sir?"

Minho is already going up the stairs as he barks over his shoulder, "Get me my tub, bring it to my private quarters, and fill it to the brim. Now!"

The man rushes off to do his bidding.

Minho kicks in the door to his room, leaving dirty boot marks on the fine wood, and stands there for a moment, Jisung still in his arms.

He's not really sure what to do now.

Minho feels a brush of a finger on his cheek, and he glances down as Jisung's limp hand makes contact with his face in a little brush of acknowledgement.

Minho feels the panic well up again as he sees just how pale Jisung really is.

Where is that damn footman?

"I'm sorry-" Jisung whispers out, voice barely above a breath, but Minho shakes his head, cutting him off.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." And he means it. "I was a complete asshole, and you deserve so much better."

Jisung's lips part, as if he wants to say something, but all that comes out is a soft little puff of breath.

The footman appears, carrying Minho's large ornate copper tub, and as he settles it in front of the fire place, the maids follow, carrying large steaming buckets full to the brim with water.

They make quick work of filling the tub, and Minho dismisses them with a wave of his hand.

The footman shuts the door quietly on his way out.

Suddenly, Minho's unsure once again.

"Any water will do?" He asks Jisung, more than a little uncertain as he stares at the tub.

Maybe he needs to take him to the actual sea and dunk him beneath the waves-

Jisung is nodding weakly. "Yeah. Any water." He gives a hoarse little laugh. "Beggars can't be choosers."

Minho would laugh at the poorly timed joke if he weren't currently so worried he could scream.

He moves to place Jisung in the filled tub and pauses, glancing down at his clothes. "Do you want-?"

Jisung shakes his head in response. "It's fine. I can take them off when I get in."

Minho gives a curt nod, because the thought of undressing Jisung with the way his hands are currently trembling is probably not the best idea, and leans over the lip of the tub.

"Ready?" He asks softly, staring into Jisung large, dark eyes, and the merman nods.

Without another word, Minho carefully lowers the man's body into the water.

The effect is immediate.

Jisung's dull eyes regain their sparkle, his skin flushes with healthy copper again, the shuddering of his body stops completely, and before Minho can even think to react, he's laughing.

"Holy fuck. I really thought I wasn't going to make it that time." Jisung admits breathlessly, playing with the ripples of the water as he grins.

It's weird, but the water almost seems to want to move toward Jisung, encircling his body and lapping at his skin like it's greeting an old friend.

But the thing that really draws Minho's attention is the large, webbed tail hanging over the lip of the tub and dripping on the floor where Jisung's legs used to be, covered in shining, iridescent scarlet scales, that almost hurt Minho's eyes to look at directly.

Jisung must notice his gaze, because he flips his fins a little for Minho's perusal, his smile dropping just a little.

"Oh, right. You haven't seen this before."

The air is suddenly warm with something unsaid, as Minho takes a step closer to the tub, eyes still locked on the merman's large, muscular tail.

Jisung clears his throat and when he speaks, his words are laced with nervous energy.

"It's weird, I know, and people don't usually know how to react-"

"It's beautiful." Minho breathes, and Jisung immediately shuts up, jaw dropping, his large dark eyes watching as Minho takes another step, and then another.

"Really?" The other man asks quietly, his voice shaking slightly.

Minho nods, studying the sweeping pattern of the scales, the perfectly angled fins made for cutting through the water.

His hand itches to reach out, to touch-

He glances to Jisung for confirmation as his hand wavers just short of the tub, just short of the merman's magnificent scales.

"May I?" He asks, and Jisung gives a short nod.

Minho lets his hand rest on the curve of Jisung's tail, just below the fins, and the scales are rough beneath his palms, but almost slick at the same time, like the salt of the ocean coats them even when he's on land.

He feels the thousands of muscles move individually beneath his touch as Jisung moves his fins just a little, and Minho suddenly can't breathe.

This is amazing.

And weirdly intimate.

But surprisingly, Minho feels calmer than he's ever felt in his entire life.

Something inside of him settles into place, just like the night he kissed Jisung.

He glances up to see the merman watching him, and Minho holds his gaze, his hand still resting on his scales.

"How long do you stay like this?"

Jisung gives a little half shrug. "It's my natural form, so, forever, if I want? But it's kinda hard to get around on land with a tail."

He lifts his fins for good measure with a roguish grin that isn't good for Minho's heart.

"My legs will reappear when I leave the water if that's what I need at the time."

Minho nods thoughtfully, and then Jisung asks quietly, "Though, you might get a higher price if you let the bidders see my true nature."

Minho jerks his head up, everything coming to a crashing halt.

He removes his hand from Jisung as if he's been burned.

The red is back, creeping along the edges of his vision.

"I'm not going to let anyone else fucking touch you." He swears vehemently, and Jisung's eyes go wide.

His mouth forms a little 'o.'

"When did you-"

"The first night you ate dinner with me." Minho admits, his tone lowering, his expression gentling. "I knew you were no longer something I could ignore."

Jisung's lips curve up into the hint of a smile. "Not just cargo then?"

Minho winces slightly at his former, hurtful words and shakes his head. "It's been a long time since I thought of you that way."

Jisung cocks his head, studying him silently, and then he pushes himself up with his arms out of the water, and Minho watches in amazement as his tail swiftly splits and forms back into two very human, very naked, legs as he leaves the tub.

Minho tries to stop his thoughts-and his gaze-from wandering, as Jisung approaches him.

"Why, captain." He purrs, leaning over where Minho sits, his arms going on the arms of the chair. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you have a soft spot for me."

"I do." Minho murmurs back breathlessly, his eyes tracing the droplets of water that drip down Jisung's bare chest, and if he squints, he can almost see the shimmering, rippling scales from before along his rib cage, just beneath his human skin. "Stay with me."

Jisung's eyes widen again, and shock ripples across his pretty face at Minho's candid plea.

His expression turns thoughtful, and Minho lunges upward, capturing the merman's lips with his as he pivots them back toward his bed, intent on showing him just what it would mean if he stayed.

His hands rover over Jisung's bare skin, his lithe, toned body pinned beneath him, and when they break for a breath, Jisung's full lips are swollen, red and slick from kissing.

Minho wants to never let him come up for air.

"Do you have someone waiting for you?" Minho asks carefully, not really wanting to hear the answer, but needing to know.

Jisung's lips curve into a teasing smile, one that has Minho's heart thudding against his chest.

He reaches up to brush Minho's long hair back behind his ear, his fingers playing with the piercings there.

"No." He finally says, slight amusement in his tone at the hopeful look that crosses Minho's face. He laughs, tugging Minho down for another kiss, where he murmurs against his lips, "Though there might be a certain merman that's severely going to miss our non-committed, no strings attached romps."

Minho growls at that, low in his throat, and pins Jisung's hands above his head, even as he laughs.

"Could he make you feel as good as I do?" Minho demands, lowering his lips to Jisung's bare skin, and Jisung's breath hitches.

"No." He admits again, breathless now, and Minho sucks a mark onto his heaving pec. "Minho, fuck, I-"

"What?" Minho growls out, letting his teeth scrap across the writhing Merman's bare hip bone.

"I haven't stopped thinking about that night since it happened." Jisung gasps out, arching up into Minho, and Minho's fingers dig into his hips.

He can almost feel the rough scales beneath his fingertips if he tries hard enough.

"Good." Minho remarks back, leaning over to plant a quick kiss onto Jisung's full, red lips. "Because I'm going to make every night feel like the first for as long as we both live."

Jisung arches a brow, lips curving. "Promise?"

Minho rewards his cheeky tone with a nip to the full, plush skin of his bottom lip, and thinks, for just a moment, that he's never been happier.

"Promise."

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playlist | #6 why don't you come a little closer?

pairing: eddie munson x henderson!reader

summary: Just when you thought the boy you were in love with all through high school was gone, he suddenly reappears as your little brother's friend. Fate has once again decided to join your paths, however, everything turns out to be a bit complicated. Will Eddie Munson's sudden return to your life bring with it even more changes?

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masterlist | eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist

songs which I used in this chapter: Whitesnake - Fare Thee Well | Bleachers - Rollercoaster | Bill Medley, Jennifer Warnes - (I've Had) The Time Of My Life

I don't know how I feel about this chapter, so I won't say anything more about it just hoping that you will like it more than I do. But I can tell you that I have an idea for next one and things will get even moooore complicated.

You haven't exchanged a word with Tom since that incident on the praty. Robin successfully knocked the idea of speaking first out of your head by explaining for the millionth time that you had done nothing wrong and he should be the one to apologize first, and if not apologize then at least say something. Despite the sadness you felt about the situation, you decided for the first time in your life to be stubborn enough not to give way and actually wait for him to make the first move. All week you focused only on work, so that you did not have time to think about anything else. But when Friday came and you had nothing to do in the afternoon, everything became a million times more tiring and difficult. Couldn't he really make that exception even on your birthday? As if the sadness wasn't enough it seemed that everyone except your mother had forgotten about it. You didn't expect anything big from anyone, but you made no secret of the fact that you were hoping for at least wishes from your friends.

After spending the evening at Eddie's, when he picked you and Robin up from the party, the next morning he sent you a link to the playlist you were listening to " in case you ever need it," as he stated. Yes, it was definitely the perfect time to use it. Your fluffy prince sensing the sad mood immediately jumped into place next to you on the bed where, with earphones in your ears, you lay snuggling with your new favorite cuddly toy scratching your dog lightly on the back. Taking a box of tissues with you also turned out to be a good idea because somewhere in the middle of Fare Thee Well the tears started to pour. There were more and more when you realized that this time there was nowhere near Eddie's arms to hide in.

When Hellfire gathered in the Henderson's living room for another adventure, as soon as Naveen heard Eddie's voice he quickly jumped off the bed and rushed toward him.

"Hey buddy," said Eddie crouching down to pet the dog. The dog, however, was not interested in being petted. He started biting his pant leg and pulling him deeper into the house. "You want me to follow you?" he asked, following the little guide, who led him all the way to the slightly ajar door to your room. Striking it slightly with his body, he swung it open even wider so that Eddie was now able to see all of you. The first thing that caught his eye was that you were hugging the dinosaur you got from him, which made his heart speed up considerably. The warm joy quickly disappeared when he noticed a box of tissues next to you, around it lay several already used ones with black mascara marks. Black trails were visible under your eyes, where tears flowed. It looked like you had to cry yourself to sleep. He wondered what had happened, the thought even crossed his mind to wake you up and ask if you were okay, but he quickly gave up that idea wanting to let you rest. He took the dog in his arms and quietly closed the door leaving the room.

In the living room, the boys had already managed to set up most of the necessary things on the table, when the sound of knocking on the door echoed through the apartment. Without waiting for someone to open it Robin went inside with two bags full of snacks. Seeing all the Hellfire Club there, she furrowed her brow.

"Hello?" said an equally puzzled Dustin.

"Do you have- Are you going to play now?" she asked confused.

"Yeah? It's Friday, it's always Hellfire on Fridays." Mike replied.

"I know it's Friday, butthead. But today is not EVERY Friday."

"What do you mean?" asked Will.

"Dustin I want you to pick up your phone right now and look at the calendar." she instructed. As she said so he did. For a moment he stared blankly at the screen but after a moment understanding and then panic appeared on his face.

"Oh shit." he said, putting the phone down and catching his head with one hand.

"Oh shit." Robin repeated. "Has your mother already gone?"

"How do you know she was supposed to go?"

"Because I talked to her? People can communicate." She rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone, writing something on it. After a while, Steve also appeared in the apartment with all sorts of drinks, including percentages.

"What the hell? Do you really want to play D&D now?" he asked, seeing the set-up table.

"Someone can explain what this might be about?" Eddie finally asked watching Robin and Steve.

"I might have forgotten about y/n's birthafy today." said Dustin in a squeaky voice. "But she probably has some sort of date planned with Tom, so we can play."

"That idiot hasn't spoken a word to her in a week, I doubt he'll make an exception today," Robin commented.

Then everything became clear. Painfully clear.

"Okay guys, we're picking up our trash." Eddie said without even trying to argue. The campaign was important to him, but you were even more important.

"What? The last time we wanted to postpone the campaign you nearly killed us and now you're telling us to just pack up and go home?" asked Gareth in disbelief.

"Who said anything about going home? You're staying here! We were supposed to spend this evening with the three of us, but the more the merrier." said Steve going to the kitchen to lay out the drinks and unpack the bags.

"Where is y/n?" asked Robin.

"She's sleeping in her room." Eddie responded without thinking. Feeling the girl's suspicious gaze on him, it occurred to him that it might have sounded like he was peeping at you, so he quickly turned away so she wouldn't see him blush. Theoretically it was Naveen who led him there, the question was would Robin believe him?

It didn't take them too long to get everything in order and set up. In the meantime, Dustin brought a collection of board games from his room and Will and Mike quickly prepared paper caps by drawing colorful patterns on them with some old markers that had been lying untouched in the younger Henderson's desk for years. Now came the worst moment, which was to wake you up. While everyone else was sitting in the living room Robin stated that she and Eddie were going to go do it.

"I don't have the heart to wake her up." she whispered making the face of a sad puppy, watching you lie curled up on the bed. " I hate Tom. I hate him more every time I see her suffer because of him."

Eddie wanted to nod. He wanted to say that he agreed totally, and despite the fact that he didn't have the chance to meet him anyway, he despised him. "Maybe after she wakes up her condition will improve." He replied instead. Robin nodded and walked toward the bed. She pulled the earphone out of your ear and, laying down behind you, embraced you gently.

"Y/n..." she began to say in a calm voice and rocked you lightly. "Wake up, sleepyhead."

What if I was in her right now? He thought while watching Robin hug you. He wanted so much to have you in his arms.

"Robin?" you said sleepily rubbing your eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to wish my best friend a happy birthday." she laughed quietly. Still feeling terribly vulnerable you hugged her tightly. When the quiet whine of your sobs reached Eddie's ears a moment later, his heart once again cracked. It cracked every time he saw in this condition. "I thought you had forgotten." you muttered.

"Of course not! I would never."

"Everyone else forgot, Tom didn't even make an effort to send wishes..." Your voice was breaking.

"Not everyone forgot silly. Right Eddie?" she looked at him with a significant look. At the sound of his name you freeze. Was he here? Wiping your cheeks quickly, you turned around to look behind you, where the said metalhead was standing. Meeting your gaze, he smiled widely and waved lightly, then walked over to the bed sitting down next to you.

"Happy birthday y/n." You could hear the affection in his voice and that he wanted to tell you many other things that he couldn't possibly say in addition to that.

Happy birthday to the greatest person in the world.

Happy birthday, I want to wish you a lot of happiness, preferably with me.

Happy birthday y/n! By the way I think I'm falling in love with you and I definitely can't get you out of my head.

So many possibilities, yet none of them left his lips, although they pressed outward awfully hard. Especially when you stopped hugging Robin and threw your arms around his neck pulling him close.

"Thank you, Eddie." Your voice was barely audible and soft. He was in such shock that at first he didn't register what was happening. Only when Robin sent him a wrenching do-something look did he closed you in a bear hug.

When you had brought yourself to heel you left the room where an even bigger surprise was waiting for you. Seeing you, everyone shouted out a loud happy birthday all at once and then everyone individually. The smile did not leave your face. You completely did not expect something like this. At that moment you thought that you didn't really need Tom to be happy. If he doesn't want to talk, that's his problem. You had people around you who really cared about you, so they deserved all your attention.

At first you started with something as simple as a charades. Divided into teams, you were talking over each other trying to guess what the presenter meant. The more alcohol was in the bloodstream of the older members of the group, the answers became crazier and crazier. You and Robin drank wine together, while the rest of you settled for beers. Dustin, Will and Mike begged you to let them have a drink too. You agreed to let Steve split one beer between the three of them. You laughed as you watched them twitching their faces while taking their first sips. You concluded that it was better for them to try it under your supervision than for them to get drunk god-knows where and with who.

After the charades you started playing twister which turned out to be a challenge. Rarely could any of you last more than five minutes before falling over and dragging the rest of you with you. Everyone had a great time, it was clear that even the Corroded Coffin crew, with whom you weren't as close as the rest, quickly acclimated as if they had been in the team forever.

The bomb of the evening, was playing Just Dance and the fact that the best person in it was Jeff. You all watched in shock as he scored points in the most difficult solo choreographies. Who would have thought that metalheads would be able to have so much fun playing this game? Later it was time for a moment of competition. You made name cards and dropped them into a jar while shaking it. Later, everyone had to draw their partner. Of course, fate slipped a card with your name under Eddie's fingers. The next step was to draw a song. Fate continued to play tricks making you get a song from nothing else but Dirty Dancing. That due to the fact that you and Robin played Just Dance quite often, the choreography was no stranger to you. Eddie, however, was lost in the steps trying to keep up and not trip over his own feet which made you giggle. There were moments, of course, when he did very well, though. These were the moments of the in which you were as close as too close to each other, during which a smile involuntarily crept onto your faces. As the moment of the famous lift approached, all the others began to cheer. Submitting to their influence, you tried to replicate it, but it all ended with a loud crash to the floor.

"Oh my God Eddie, are you okay?" you asked picking yourself up from the floor.

"Yeah, it was definitely the Time of my life." he commented breathing quickly as you burst out laughing after a while.

Once you were all too tired to continue dancing, a huge tower made up of wooden Jenga blocks appeared in the middle. Robin played music in the background and you all sat down in a circle. After a while you decided that you would prepare something to eat. Pulling out frozen pizzas and fries, you began to prepare everything. Now all you had to do was wait for everything to warm up. You sat down on the counter and started humming the song that had just started up.

It was summer when I saw your face Looked like a teenage runaway Oh God, I never thought we'd take it that far Some killer queen you are

From the corner of your eye you noticed someone entering the kitchen.

"Need some help?" asked Eddie playing with his hands. You smiled widely at the sight of him.

"We have to wait until the pizza is ready." you said. "Later you can help me cut it if you want."

"Sure."

Now I'm running and I can't stop Anywhere I go I think about it every day and night, I can't let go Man, I'm never the same We were shotgun lovers, I'm a shotgun running away

He stood next to you leaning against the countertop as you waited for the food to be ready. Every now and then you sent each other nervous smiles.

"Thank you Eddie." you broke the silence.

"For What?" he asked turning his face toward you

"Being here today."

"All the pleasure is mine m'lady" he bowed low standing in front of you.

"Your presence here is much appreciated honorable knight." You joked putting your hand on his shoulder.

At the same time, Steve and Robin watched your conversation in the kitchen with curiosity. Unable to decipher what you were saying they could only see that the conversation was going in a very good direction because you were both smiling like crazy.

"What are we looking at?" asked Gareth walking up to them.

"Shhh!" Robin shushed him. "Don't startle them!"

"Are they flirting with each other?" he asked.

"It seems so." Steve replied without taking his eyes off you.

"Doesn't she have a boyfriend by any chance?" Gareth continued the topic.

"She does."

Come a little closer Why don't you, come a little closer? Why don't you come a little closer? There's something I could tell, yeah You are such a rollercoaster Some killer queen you are

As the rhythm of the song began to slow down the words like a spell guided Eddie closer to you. Only a piece of paper would fit between your faces. You both fell silent. Your eyes would meet and after a while would go a little lower to the area around your mouth.

"Oh shit he is gonna kiss her!" Robin said patting the boys on the shoulders.

"Should we do something about it?" asked Gareth.

"We hate Tom." she said, to which Steve nodded. "And we like Eddie. Eddie makes her happy, Tom makes her cry. So what do you think drummer?"

"We hate Tom." He just repeated with a nod and went back to watching.

Holding back cost Eddie all the willpower he had. He wanted this. He wanted so badly to close the gap between the two of you, but the big red sign flashing BOYFRIEND kept showing up in front of his eyes. When after concerts sometimes girls who were looking for an escape from their boyfriends offered him a quick meaningless adventure at the back of the bar he didn't care that they were taken. Why was this now suddenly the only obstacle to doing something he wanted so badly? Why did he care so much? Because he knew that you meant so much more to him than some random girl from the bar. He also knew that if he took another half step forward, that half step could make significant changes in your life. He didn't want to be the reason your relationship fell apart. He didn't want to be the one who destroyed it. He was also afraid that if you did, after time you would start to regret it and hate him. That's why when the song ended he came back to earth before he could do anything else. He slowly moved away from you saying it was time to check if the food was ready leaving you still sitting on the counter confused by your own feelings.

When you shook yourself off you jumped down to the floor. Eddie put the food on the plate and you carried it out into the room without saying a word, feeling numb. When you took the last of the plates out of sight and left him alone in the kitchen, where the three peepers attacked him.

"Why!" groaned Robin. "Why didn't you kiss her?"

"Dude I felt like going in there and pushing you towards her!" added Gareth.

"Why did you back off?" asked Steve finally.

"I would like to remind you that she has a boyfriend, so it's not appropriate for her to make out with weirdos in the kitchen," Eddie replied annoyed. Shouldn't they be angry at him?

"Who cares what's appropriate and what's not! That boyfriend you're talking about doesn't deserve her!"

"And do I deserve her?!" He didn't want it to sound so harsh. However, there was so much emotion in him now that he couldn't quite control himself. Seeing their shocked faces and lack of response, he sighed. "I thought so." He replied sadly and left the kitchen.

You still enjoyed the evening however now a small cloud of tension and questions of What if... weighed over you. What if he had kissed you?

That evening the decision was made. And no matter how much it hurt him, deep down he felt he had done the right thing. He preferred never to cross that line in his life and have you as a friend, rather than lose you once again.

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