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[jaesblogstuff]

He doesn't listen I fear.

You know those instances where you’re a kid at school and your parents have to pick you up from school because you’re sick. That reminds me of Simon only time he’s much more stubborn and doesn��t take no for an answer most times.

⸻

You told him not to go in.

That morning, watching him drag his shirt over trembling fingers, you knew something was off. His shoulders slumped just a little too far, his voice caught in his throat when he said, “Just tired, that’s all.” And the heat rolling off of him when you touched his forehead—hellfire, even then.

“You should sit this one out, Simon,” you said quietly. “You’re running a fever.”

He grunted. Kissed your temple. “I’ve had worse.”

You didn’t argue. Not really. You just watched him lace up his boots and walk out the door like the stubborn bastard he is.

⸻

It doesn’t take long.

He holds out through briefing. Through training updates. Through a round of morning paperwork where he stares at the same page for twenty straight minutes. Nobody says anything, yet, but Price is watching him closely. Always is.

Then it happens.

Mid-conversation, Simon loses his balance. He rights himself fast—too fast, but not before his hand slaps against the edge of the table for support. He’s pale beneath the mask, which makes the red flush on his neck stand out even more.

“Riley.” Price’s voice cuts through the air. Calm. Measured. “Med bay. Now.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re burning up, son.”

Simon opens his mouth to argue again—but sways instead.

Price sighs. “That’s it. You’re done. You’re no good to anyone like this. Go. And we’re calling your emergency contact.” you

“No—no, I’m good,” he rasps.

“Not asking, mate.”

⸻

The number they dial is the only one listed.

Just “Mrs. Riley – Home.”

When you answer the call, your voice is calm but laced with expectation. You excused yourself from the meeting you were in. “Let me guess. He didn’t make it through the morning.”

There’s a pause on the other end. Then, “That’d be correct, ma’am. Captain Price here. I’m sorry to call out of the blue. He’s in the med bay now—won’t let anyone near him. We’d like you to come collect him.”

You’re already getting your keys. “I told him this morning to —. I’ll be there in fifteen.”

And you are.

⸻

The base is quiet when you arrive—at least the part they bring you through. You’re escorted by a corporal who keeps glancing at you like he doesn’t know what to make of you. Neat coat. Composed expression. Eyes like polished glass. You move like someone used to command, but not in the military sense—something quieter. Older.

They don’t know who you are, not really. They’ve heard of “the missus.” Simon’s muttered references. A few quiet mentions of home, of normalcy. But none of them have seen you before.

Until now.

You step into the med bay and everything shifts.

There’s Simon—half-sitting on the cot, mask still on but sweat plastering his shirt to his back. He looks miserable. Barely holding himself upright. The medic stands a few feet away, clearly not trying to get too close.

You don’t speak loudly. You don’t need to.

“Simon.”

His head lifts.

The change is instant.

His shoulders relax. His breathing slows. He looks at you like salvation has just walked in wearing your coat.

“Love,” he croaks. “Didn’t want them to call you.”

You walk straight to him, planting yourself at his side.

“You should’ve stayed home.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re delirious.”

He opens his mouth, then closes it again. Lets you rest your hand against his forehead. His skin is scorching. You look at him for a long second, then reach to gently peel the mask up and off.

The medics blink. Soap, lingering in the hall, actually stares.

You’re the only one he lets touch him like that.

“Let’s go,” you murmur. “Now.”

And he follows.

Like a shadow. Like a man undone.

Nobody says a word as you lead him out—his massive form leaning on you like he’s hollowed out, his head bowed slightly, his steps heavy but obedient. He doesn’t resist. Doesn’t argue.

The sergeant at the desk stares openly. One of the privates murmurs under their breath, “That’s Mrs. Riley?”

Price just nods once to himself, looking quietly satisfied. “Told you she was the only one who could get through to him.”

⸻

He’s out before you hit the highway.

One arm folded against the window, cheek pressed to his sleeve, breath slow and raspy. His body sinks into the passenger seat like it’s the first safe place he’s had all day.

You glance over at him, your fingers tight on the wheel. A small sigh escapes your chest.

“You never listen,” you whisper. “But I’ll always come get you.”

[cherrygirlfriend]

─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or reader going to a football game.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ and we’re back!! hi hi hi. sorry for no new part last week, i was busy as hell. ANYWAY we’re finally meeting reader’s friends !! also guess who managed to finish three different fics today… whew.

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

for the next two weeks, not a day went by that you didn't talk to MalachiConstant; the screen time on your phone almost having doubled. most of the time it was just surface-level stuff; talking about your days, about your interests... but at night, it... changed. it became genuine. real. like you were sitting under the stars together, talking about things that actually mattered.

MalachiConstant: y'know MalachiConstant: sometimes i kinda worry that i'm disappointing everyone around me

YOU: how come?

MalachiConstant: idk MalachiConstant: i feel like i'm fucking shit up all the time MalachiConstant: like i'm a screw up and disappoint everyone

YOU: well, i don't know if it helps, but.. YOU: you haven't disappointed me :).

MalachiConstant: knocking on wood

now, you were sitting with your friends at lunch, occasionally glancing down at your phone screen as if beckoning for the stranger to message you, your lips pursed in thought as the group around you kept chatting, wondering why the boy hadn't texted you all day.

"hey, everything okay?" one of your friends, zainab, asked, looking at you with widened eyes, startling you out of your little reverie. you turned to the girl sitting next to you, feigning a small smile, "yeah, everything's okay."

"she's being ghoooosteed." vivian teased you, causing you to roll your eyes.

"ghosted? by who?" emilia asked with excitement, vivian's statement clearly having piqued both her and zainab's interest.

"it's no one."

"she's lying." vivian grinned, drinking some of her iced latte, "she met someone on that website i recommended. kildareuchats. she told me they've been talking for a few weeks now."

"viv, i told you not to say anything." you groaned, hiding your face in your hand, feeling your cheeks warming up, your next words coming out in an awkward mutter, "only reason i told you was because you saw me text him in the first place..."

"whatever. the important thing is," vivian grinned widely, "our friend here thinks that he's a member of the football team."

"how do you figure that?" zainab asked, and you threw your hands up in slight frustration, "well, i don't know it for sure!" you said, "but he keeps talking about how he has practice, and... he does know a lot about football."

"hot. you're e-dating a football player. who would've thought?" emilia snorted, making you throw a singular fry her way. "i'm pretty sure they have a game tonight."

"oooh, we should go support your boyfriend." zainab squeezed your shoulder and you could feel your face turn warm with embarrassment, "we're not going. and he's not my boyfriend..."

"i can't believe i let you three talk me into this..." you grumbled under your breath, pulling your coat closer to your body, feeling the chilly autumn air in your bones as you sat on the bleachers, watching the game you understood nothing about; when you were younger, your father tried to get you into sports, but most of the time you simply snuck in a book so you wouldn't actually have to focus on it.

"don't try to play pretend." vivian nudged your shoulder and drank out of her slushie, "we all know you're dying to see your cyber-boyfriend."

"again, he's not my boyfriend."

"but you wish he was. bet you've already made him in the sims, and you two have a brood of pixel-kids."

"i don't even know what he looks like."

"well, if it is someone from the football team, he's gotta be at least semi-attractive. have you seen their group picture?" emilia snorted, "everyone is somewhere between seven and ten."

"it's definitely not thornton." vivian snorted, "dude has the emotional capacity of a slinky."

"viv, you do know that that's a dig on yourself?" you raised your brows, "don't think any of us forgot what happened between you two."

"jokes on you." the pink-haired girl stuck her tongue out at you, "i've already forgotten all about it."

"that's what happens when you spike your slushie with vodka."

"don't act like you could focus on this shit sober. besides, this is not about who i've slept with. this is about who you're dying to sleep with." vivian winked and took another sip of her slushie.

"well," you pursed your lips in thought, "he's in a fraternity."'

"that does narrow it a little bit..." zainab mumbled, "maybe maybank? i mean, you did have a crush on him for like, the entirety of freshman year."

"it wasn't a crush!" you held your hands up, "it was... a mere fascination. he had nice hair."

"ah, yes. you were having wet dreams about his hair." vivian snorted, and you smacked her forearm, pursing your lips into a pout as you looked at the field, "how about... mason? he's got that whole broody, mysterious smart guy vibe going for him. he definitely reads vonnegut."

"dodge is a pretty valid option. though, i don't know if chatrooms are his style." emilia tsked, "what about the captain? cameron?"

that suggestion caused vivian to snort and smack the other girl's shoulder, "rafe cameron? yeah, he definitely isn't the type to do that. i think his longest relationship was when a girl accidentally fell asleep in his bed after they hooked up, and he was too drunk to kick her out."

your eyes went to number 9, the name 'cameron' written above his number, making you shake your head and look away before you spoke quietly, "this is stupid. i don't need to know who he is. i don't want to know who he is." vivian wrapped her arm around your shoulder, tugging you close in a comforting gesture; you knew there was truth to your words, but you also knew that the reason you didn't want to know the identity of MalachiConstant was that you knew he'd be disappointed to know who you truly are. to know, that the girl he'd called witty and funny several times actually couldn't tell a joke without stuttering.

after the football game ended with your team winning, the four of you were making your way away from the field, only to hear someone calling out behind you

"viv! vivian, wait up!"

you turned your head to look at who was so eager to talk to your friend, a small snort leaving your lips, nudging vivian's side, "viv, it's your slinky." your friend looked at you with furrowed brows, following your line of sight to topper, the girl letting out an exasperated groan, "is it too late to hide?"

"hey, viv." topper gave the girl a lopsided grin that he surely thought was charming, his face slightly red from the game, "you came."

"most of the school came." vivian gave the boy a narrow, feigned smile before taking another slurp out of her slushie, "whatcha want, thornton?"

"well," the blonde scratched the back of his head while emilia, zainab and you grinned at one another, a strange contrast to the unamused expression on the pink-haired girl's face, "we're having a party, at our frat house. you should come if you feel like it."

"i'll think about it."

"you can bring your friends." topper glanced at the three of you briefly before his focus was fully on vivian once again, "hope to see you there."

"maybe." vivian said, turning around and continuing to walk away, the three of you following behind her, trying your best to control your laughter, "don't say a thing." she warned.

"come on, you've gotta come with me." vivian pouted, spinning around in your office chair, "i can't go alone, z doesn't do parties and em has an essay to finish."

"you know i don't do parties either." you mumbled, absentmindedly stroking angel's soft fur while shopping online for a birthday gift for vivian, "i think i'd suffer a stroke if i even tried to go to a frat party, of all things."

"please! i can't go alone, because then i'll end up hooking up with topper again."

"then just don't go."

"but then i'll have fomo! you know i love parties, i live for-"

YOU HAVE RECEIVED A MESSAGE ON KILDAREUCHATS FROM MalachiConstant. CLICK HERE TO OPEN.

you tuned out everything vivian was saying, instantly clicking the pop-up.

MalachiConstant: whatcha up to?

YOU: nothing much. YOU: trying to stop this annoying wasp from buzzing in my ear

MalachiConstant: a... wasp?

YOU: my friend. YOU: she's trying to get me to go to a party with her. YOU: it's essentially a babysitting gig, though.

MalachiConstant: one party won't hurt you MalachiConstant: wallflower

YOU: how do you know? YOU: what if i have a stroke the moment i step foot into that place?

MalachiConstant: c'mon MalachiConstant: what do you have to lose?

YOU: my dignity.

MalachiConstant: ah, yes. the dignified grandma. MalachiConstant: hey, if the party sucks you can just stand in some corner and send me messages MalachiConstant: might not answer immediately cause i also have a party

YOU: oooh, another frat party?

MalachiConstant: you know me so well MalachiConstant: i dare you to go, poe girl

YOU: this isn't elementary school.

MalachiConstant: i triple-dog dare you

you pursed your lips in thought, looking to vivian and narrowing your eyes at the girl, a pleading look on her face. you groaned, shaking your head in defeat and rolling your eyes, "fine, i'll come with you. but i have nothing to wear."

"don't worry." vivian jumped up from her seat with a victorious smile, ruffling your hair, "you're lucky i'm your fairy slut-mother. with piles and piles of slutty dresses and skirts. i'll go get us something to wear!"

you watched as the girl made her way out of your dorm, her long hair bouncing along with her "nothing too slutty!" you called out after her, before turning back to your computer.

YOU: if i die, i'm blaming you.

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[moghedien]

It's actually incredibly frustrating to me that I see so many people insisting that Siuan's death only happened, and only happened like THAT, for shock value and for Moiraine's angst. I do get that coming from people who aren't familiar with the things that happen in the books, especially since Moiraine and her reactions to it were focused on (which, it would be weird if it wasn't?), but I see people who I feel should definitely be picking up on some specific things about that scene that they didn't.

And let me just get out of the way, that I'm not trying to argue with people's feelings and opinions. I have no desire to make you like something you didn't. I have no desire to change people's mind. If you want to never watch the show again because of this, that's for you to decide. I don't want to change anyone's mind unless they want me to change their mind, and honestly, this isn't even me trying to make people ok with this. I'm not ok with this, if I'm being honest, but I am pretty sure I see what's happening, and I want to see it fulfilled. Like I have no interest in convincing anyone this is ok from a racial standpoint, from a queer standpoint, from a character standpoint or anything. This post isn't about that. This post is about explaining what I see this all being about only, because I've seen no discussion on this at all.

This post will immediately contain major book spoilers under the cut, so if you don't want to know, stop where you are now.

But Siuan's death being like that wasn't about Moiraine or shock. It was about setting up what's to come.

Egwene al'Vere, the Watcher of the Seals, the Flame of Tar Valon, the Amyrlin Seat.

And to say that, I don't necessarily mean its about Egwene, no. It's about Siuan. It's about how Siuan is going to stay there, haunting everyone even after she's gone because they're going to see her ghost in every single thing Egwene does the second the rebel Aes Sedai declare her Amyrlin.

Look at the first thing Siuan does whenever she's faced with Elaida after being stilled and beaten. She gets to her feet and stares down Elaida. Siuan looks absolutely wrecked while Elaida is put together, clean, regal to the point of gaudiness in her Amyrlin dress, trying so hard to put her newfound authority on display only to be immediately defied by the person in a shift that she tried to beat into submission and break.

Siuan gets up, looks her in the eye, and gives her speech (which I will get into in a moment) which is not just for Elaida to listen to but for every other Aes Sedai in the room and all of the ones that will hear about what happened here after. She is openly defiant to Elaida and proclaiming herself for the Light to her last, no matter what they have obviously physically done to her to make her change her story or grovel or beg. She is trying to get them to stop the path they are going on before its too late, and it seems like they don't listen because nothing is done to change what would happen. Nothing is done to stop her execution.

But you know they were all listening. You can see that Elaida is visibly shaken by this, but you also know that Elaida won't do anything to change her ways. Every other Aes Sedai in the room though? At least the ones that aren't darkfriends? They will remember this, and they will have a long time to sit and see everything Siuan Sanche just warned of coming true because they did nothing to stop Elaida's coup. Because they let this woman who only loved power use the weakest interpretations of the law to get rid of her predecessor and see that it only led to more and more chaos within the tower and without. There is going to be more Aes Sedai deaths. More Aes Sedai infighting. More death and destruction outside of the tower because of the Aes Sedai not intervening or choosing to intervene in the ways Elaida dictates.

They are going to have years to see this (because tv shows extend the timeline) and they are going to have years to waste away in their regret and pity as the shadow takes further hold of the tower and they can see nothing but threats surrounding them.

And then what will happen?

A young woman who proclaims to be Amyrlin will be captured by Elaida and brought to task. A woman that Elaida will try to break and make submit.

But this young woman is the same person who upon being beaten and dragged into cells by the Seanchan immediately stood up against her captor and defied her the second she was able to do so. This is the woman who promised death upon said captor even when she appeared at her lowest and most broken. This is the woman who has fought the Shadow and the Forsaken personally, who we will see stand up to Elaida, look her in the eyes, and defy her in exactly the same way that Siuan Sanche did all of those years ago. And by now the Aes Sedai will see that Siuan Sanche was right and her ghost is here to remind them of that.

Now let's look at Siuan's speech. I'm not gonna go line for line in the entire thing, but let's look at the content. First thing she says is that she loves Moiraine, which I think is where a lot of the claims for the "this is about Moiraine angst" comes from. But what does she do immediately after saying that she loved Moiraine, that she would die for Moiraine? She rats Moiraine out. She tells them everything that she and Moiraine had been doing, implicating Moiraine in a crime that up until this point they only could speculate that she was involved in. And she does this, because its how she needs to get the Hall to listen. To understand that they have been working for the light, that they have been working to find the Dragon and make him ready and all that they have been doing is to fight for the light, and all that the Hall should be doing is fight for the light.

She would die for Moiraine, but she will and has also given up Moiraine the second it looks like that is what the Light needs.

And then we have Egwene who loves Rand. Sans Lanfear's interference, I don't think Egwene would have been ready to give up Rand on her own yet if that's what she needed to do. But do you know when she did? In the arches. We see a future where she will be able to do exactly that and its the same future where she is the Amyrlin Seat.

Siuan explains the visions. Siuan tells them that their power doesn't come from tower, from the Seat. It comes from them and their actions and that the light shines through them by these actions. She more or less tells the Aes Sedai sitting there to leave the Tower, to disobey Elaida, the Amyrlin Seat. She tells Elaida to her face that she defies her.

I wonder who else might have such feelings about where Aes Sedai loyalties should be and would be willing to say as much to the Amyrlin Seat herself in front of other Aes Sedai. Who else would recognize the state of the Tower and be able to verbally acknowledge it while Aes Sedai are scared to whisper it.

The parallels to what Siuan and Egwene are doing/will later do have been there the entire time. We can see them the entire time.

When Egwene becomes Amyrlin and is taken prisoner by Elaida, she will be there with all of the context Siuan has laid down in her final scene. She will be there defying Elaida exactly as Siuan did and said to do, and just like Siuan we know she cannot be broken. We have seen that she cannot be broken. She is the physical manifestation of Siuan's final prophecy that she cannot burn. She is water itself. The daughter of the river, and let us not forget the very first time we see Egwene al'Vere of the Two Rivers.

[mrsfudd]

Behind your back- part 2

warnings: fighting, break up 😟

“PAIGE STOP IM NAKED” KK said trying to keep your sister away

“EW DUDE, JUST HURRY UP PRACTICE IS IN 5” Paige yelled.

You held your breath until you heard the door shut. A wave of guilt ran through your whole body. You really loved KK but somehow you felt like you were betraying Paige. Ever since you were little there was nothing you couldn’t tell her. The more time you spent with KK the more you wondered when that changed.

Your mindlessly packing your bag, overthinking a little too much til KK snaps you out of it.

“Babygirl, you gotta go” KK said trying to rush you in the nicest way possible.

She had your whole existence studied and easily picked up that something was wrong but this wasn’t the time to sit and talk about your feelings.

4:02 pm

Barely surviving your morning classes and trying to avoid Paige all day. You finally got back to your dorm from your last class of the day. You sat on the couch as your roommate started talking to you. You let her ramble and gave her reassuring words every few minutes. You pulled your knees to your chest and started to pick at your nails while you zoning out. Your brain scrambled and you were trapped in your own thoughts until you get a text notification. It was KK.

KK baby 😘: You good mamas? How was your day

You: yes bae, good wbu

KK baby 😘: im good baby, miss u tho can i come thru ?

You: mhm, js knock my roommates here but shes going in her bedroom

If you were being completely honest, you didn’t want KK to come over. Obviously she didn’t do anything, you were just nervous you were going to ruin everything over one mishap. You wanted KKs love and your sister’s trust. You were seriously conflicted and had created an ultimatum in your head. Terrified of losing either, you kept quiet unsure if that was the right idea or not.

6:35 pm

KKs here and it’s weirdly silent.. until its not

“So I was thinking and I feel like we should tell Paige about us” KK blurts out.

Your eyes shoot open, you here the door open and close. Your roommate was gone and so you decided to speak freely.

“KK what do you mean? You already know how P would react I cant do that to her” You say.

“To her? What about me Y/N? What about how I feel? Its killing me having to be all up in Paiges face and then come here just to stab her in the back. We need to tell her. KK says.

“KK no, Im not letting you blow up everything just because you feel bad. You wanted me and you knew what that came with and you still chose to be with me. You made your bed now lay in it.” You say watching KKs face slowly scrunch.

“Why are you so scared Y/N? Shes your sister, shes going to support you regardless. Im the one who should be scared. Please baby, I wanna love you out loud.” KK says while grabbing for you hand.

“Get off me KK, you wouldn’t have to live with the guilt forever. I would, I have to see her in school and out of school. I love you KK, I really do but im just not ready. If you cant understand that, then I guess this just wont work out.” You say holding back tears.

“Baby, please wait lets just talk. Paige wont take it as hard as you think she will”. KK pleads.

Theres no more convincing you. You were too conflicted and too scared. KK was not going to blow up your life. You needed to clear your head so you grab your keys.

As you open your bedroom door, Paige is standing right there. It wasn’t your roommate who opened the door.

“Are you fucking serious Y/N” Paige said emotionless.

“Paige I-” You say trying to hold back tears.

“No fucking save it. My teammate? I mean wow, and you know whats crazy I wouldn’t even be mad if you came to me about it like a decent fucking person Y/N. But no you couldn’t, KK just begged to come clean and you wanted her to stab my back even more? What kind of sister are you? Matter fact I don’t even know you” Paige said looking disgusted.

Her words felt like a knife in your chest, what did you do? You had to get out. You grabbed your phone and slides and walked out slamming the door behind you.

You drive all around town sobbing. Not knowing what to do or how to fix this. You just lost the love of your life and the trust your sister. All because you were scared of confrontation. You could of had it all if you just spoke up.

Since you joined Paiges friend group it wasn’t like you were apart of the basketball team. If Paige didn’t want her little sister around that was final. No one would argue well KK would, but not anymore.

You drove around for another hour before you return to your dorm. As expected KK and Paige were gone. Your roommate looked at you with wide eyes, you already knew what she was going to say.

“Bitch, what the fuck was that?” She said munching on some snack.

“Chloe, please. Im really not in the mood” You say looking defeated.

“Nah nah come here, jokes aside come talk to me”. She says.

You sit down next to her and start explaining everything that was going on. Fighting back tears with every sentence and realizing how bad you really messed up.

“Okay well I heard them talking after you left and Paige had asked KK still loved you and she said yea. If i was you I would do anything to be back in their good graces, If its still possible Y/N. I cant believe you kept all this from me.”

you were about to respond to her until you had gotten a notification

“Y/N has been removed from the Basketball girls + the baby Group chat”

You heart dropped, and then even more when you saw that it was KK who removed you.

you knew it was going to take something drastic to get back on her good side… and you think you had an idea.

Sorry ik its short butttt part 3???? if i make part 3 i think itll be the final part. lmkkk love ya 😘

@private-but-not-a-secret @teddygrahamslam @syraxsbigfanfr

[andforyouevan]

bucktommy - general - post ep 8x15

cw: main character death

Buck has no idea how he gets outside, but someone helps him out. He only comes back to awareness when he hears the voice, the familiar arms around him, hell, even his scent is something to hang onto right now.

"I've got him," Tommy says in a low voice, wrapping his arm around Buck.

He doesn't hear the response, but he's in Tommy's arms and he feels safe enough to sag against him.

"Tommy," Buck says on a sob. "Tommy, Tommy."

"I know, baby," Tommy whispers. "Come on, Karen's going to take us to the hospital, okay?"

Buck nods against him.

They go to the hospital to be with Hen and Chimney. They hug, they cry on each other's shoulders, and Tommy is there the whole time, rubbing Buck's back, hugging the rest of their family, getting water and coffee. When it's finally time to head home, Tommy calls an Uber and soon enough, they're pulling up to the house.

Tommy turns to him. "I can stay or I can go. I need to get my truck from Harbor, but I have time. Tell me what you need, Evan, and I'll do it."

Buck swallows against the tide of tears that haven't stopped in, what feels like, hours.

But he doesn't have to think about it. "I need you. Please stay."

"Okay," Tommy answers softly. "Okay. I'll stay."

Tommy thanks their driver, helps Buck out of the car and into the house.

"Shower," Tommy says gently. "Come on, I know you won't feel better, but..."

"It's..." Buck sobs again. "It's better than nothing."

Tommy just kisses the top of his head. He guides Buck into the bathroom, helps him undress, and Buck has the presence of mind to be grateful that Tommy had helped him ditch the turnouts at the scene, so they don't have to deal with that.

Tommy turns the shower on, lets it warm up then helps Buck in.

"Your clothes are still in the bottom drawer," Buck says. "I, um, I didn't have the heart to get rid of anything. Brought...brought them with me."

Tommy smiles at him softly. "Okay. I'll change. Holler if you need anything."

"I will."

Buck lets the water fall against his face. He doesn't make much effort to scrub himself, but the water feels a little better against the grime of the day. Once he gets out, the house smells of eggs and bacon and Tommy's in the bedroom with the bed tray.

Tommy holds up a hand against Buck's protest that he's not hungry. "I know. But you really should eat something. Please?"

Buck sighs, wipes his hands along his still damp cheeks. "Okay."

They manage a few bites each and Buck notices the sadness on Tommy's face.

"You lost him too," Buck says softly.

Tommy looks at him. "I was never as close to him as you were, but yeah, he did...he did a lot for me. More than I ever had the chance to thank him for. I'm going to miss him."

Buck sobs. "I miss him so much."

Tommy moves the tray onto the top of the dresser, then pulls Buck into his arms, lays with him as Buck cries. He feels the way Tommy's tears drip onto his face too and that makes him cry harder.

At some point, their crying stops and they just hold each other.

They fall asleep wrapped around each other. Buck has no idea how long this is going to feel as awful as it does.

But he's glad he's not alone.

[maybeasunflower]

Yes, but I'd make the following changes:

1st year: none. Sure, I realized a few weeks into the (double) Physics module that I didn't want pursue it further, but it was still interesting and I got to play with lasers. Plus I got my mind blown by Noether's Theorem, just as an aside to a question asked in a lecture

2nd year: none. My optional modules were "pick three from these four", and my limited choice was the best option. Still, when I got that Epic Snot-River of a cold, I would have brought extra handkerchiefs on the day when my first lecture was 9am and my last finishes at 6:15pm. Also: I would have bought some kind of sugary snack at the start of the 5:15pm lecture to help me with it.

3rd year: Anything but Elliptic Functions. (Galois Functions? Solitons? Not sure. But something). I picked it for the wrong reasons (the lecturer was very good and I didn't have an obvious alternative. It didn't help that I was picking them in the five minutes before my supervisor meeting to say which I had picked....). It never gelled together in my brain, and my absolute car-crash in the year-end exam freaked me out so badly that I also crashed the exam the next day - and I should have been OK-ish with that one.

4th year: Knowing what I know now, I would have picked General Relativity instead of Advanced Quantum Theory (which was string theory). The problem was AQT was a brand new module in an area without textbooks available to buy (let borrow in the library) to help me fill in the bits I didn't get in lectures. GR has been around long enough there 1,001 textbooks to look at. I chose AQT because everyone said GR was Very Hard - so it was the right decision at the time, given the info I had available (unlike with Elliptic Functions).

Separately, while I was very happy with my research project (and the mark), there's some bits I could have added in a way that would have rounded out the whole thing nicely. But I probably needed another week or two for that - and I knew it. I made the right call in when I stopped the 'research' and starting the 'writing' part. Come results day, that was the only module where I cared about the number - the others was strictly "did I pass?".

... knowing some stuff about my brain that I know now would also have helped, but that wasn't the question :-)

i'm curious pls rb

[pazzispizookies]

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Pairing: Hopkins transfer Azzi x Hopkins Paige

The quiet vibration of the car engine filled the space.

Thoughts swirling in both girls heads about what had happened at the diner.

“So, are you gonna tell me where your driving? or am I just being kidnapped?” Azzi asked, glancing over at Paige.

Paige was resting on hand on the steering wheel, spread out lazily but still maneuvering the car with persision, “I figured you’d want something sweet, you have a disgusting sweet tooth Az,”

Azzi felt her heart tighten a little at Paige knowing what she wanted, then it struck her. How did she know? “How do you know I have a sweet tooth? are you really a stalker P, its getting kinda scary.” She teased, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Something had definitely changed. It was unspoken but still, their flirting had gone from having an underlying sense of rivalry, to now having a heat behind it. Azzi had realized the day she met Paige their relationship was going to be different. Like a cosmic pull was stringing them closer. And now, she thought that it might not have been a ‘cosmic pull’ but just pure attraction. Something that scared her in the best way.

Paige had the same idea, less intense, but she knew she wanted Azzi. She wanted her bad. But she was the reason their relationship started off rocky, but she didn’t regret it. If anything she was glad she could flirt with Azzi and blame it on her hating her. Even though that reason wasn’t the truth. She felt herself looking at Azzi, from in class, to stealing glances of her during practice, to when she was alone in bed at night and found herself on her Instagram page, admiring the small details of her from her modeling posts. It was all something she knew was apart of something larger, something was going to happen between them. She knew Azzi was different already.

Paige looked over at Azzi, the moonlight and streets casting a warm glow into her deep brown eyes, “I’m not a stalker, just observant.”

Just as Paige said that, she started to pull into a Ice cream store parking lot,

“Ice cream?” Azzi asked, trying to hide her pure child-like excitement.

Paige saw the way her eyes lit up, it tugging at her heart a little, “Yes, are you five years old by any chance?”

Azzi scoffed, clicking off her seatbelt and grabbing her phone, “is it a crime to like ice cream as a 16 year old? Last time I checked it wasn’t.”

Paige rolled her eyes, still trying to pretend she wasn’t falling for every little thing Azzi said. She had always been the type to fall quickly, more often then not getting hurt by it. But it was something about herself she couldn’t change. she feared that it would hurt her again, but there’s no stopping whats in motion.

Paige got out of the car, making sure to grab her wallet and phone.

Azzi did the same, already have started to walk towards the building.

Paige caught up with her, hands in pockets and decided to verbalize wat she had been thinking about. “So..we should probably talk about the whole ‘Ash’ thing.”

Paige opened the door for Azzi, letting her in first. To which Azzi returned a small smile, not one of her normal cocky ones toward Paige, but one from her heart.

They walked in and noticed it was pretty packed,

“Yeah we can talk…after ice cream. Also, maybe we should sit outside, it’s pretty busy in here, yknow get some quiet. If it doesn’t make you too nervous.”

Paige leaned her head back a little, narrowing her eyes on Azzi, “I wont be nervous, already have you wrapped around my finger.”

Azzi shook her head foundly, letting out an exhale, “You’ve got that all wrong Bueckers. Cmon, I want ice creammmm!”

Azzi grabbed Paiges forearm and pulled her towards the counter, speaking up to the worker immediately.

She didn’t need to look at the menu, already knowing what to order. “Hi, could I get a medium cup of Rocky road, with sprinkles and hot fudge?”

The worker nodded and looked at Paige,

Paige added in, “Uh yeah can I just get a small cup of vanilla? That’s all.”

Azzi glared at her, “Boring.”

Paige scoffed, “Not boring, just an aware athlete trying not to poison herself.”

The worker who was watching the teasing, amused, spoke up. “It’ll be 7.98, and can I just say you guys are such a cute couple. You can tap on the screen by the way.”

Azzis face felt a rush of heat at the awkward moment, but Paige not wanting to let the moment to be bad for all of them spoke, “Thanks,” While she tapped her phone to the screen to pay.

Azzi was a little taken a back by her answer, making a mental note to ask her about it later. But greatful that it shut down the conversation.

The worker smiled while she handed the ice cream cups to each of them along with spoons. “Have a good night you guys.”

Paige simply nodded at her, and Azzi replied, “You too.”

They started to walk towards the door, the silence between them deafening.

Paige open the door for Azzi once again, to which Azzi didn’t have the same reaction before, a little lost in her thoughts.

They walked in awkward silence to a bench at the back of the building, it was surrounded by green grass and overlooking a quiet park in the still of the night. Only illuminated by a street light and the moon, the warm night air sweeping through.

Azzi sat down on the same side as Paige, positioned foward looking out at the park.

But as it hit Azzi, her brain simply fried from everything, she blurted out, “ugh, why do you always smell like that.”

Paige startled out of her thoughts grew a little concerned at the sudden sentence. “Uh…like what?”

Azzi became aware of what it sounded like she was implying, quickly corrected herself. “No, not like that yknow. like every time we have class or after running miles at practice you still smell really good, it’s annoying.”

Paige felt herself heat up at the silly compliment, “You obsessed with me, huh?”

Azzi rolled her eyes, taking a bite of her ice cream while looking at the park across the field from them. Paige looked over at her profile, noting the soft curves in her nose and the way her eyelashes caught the moonlight.

“I’m not obsessed with you, just… observant as well.”

Paige shook her head, the awkwardness from emailer seemingly dissipating into the night air.

“So, Ash. Whats our plan for that?” Paige redirected.

Azzi crossed her legs and met Paiges eyes, which were strickingy blue still. “You mean my plan to get us out of the issue you created? Haven’t thought much about it yet.”

Paige sighed, taking a bite of her ice cream and thinking.

Azzi spoke first, also running it through her mind, “well, I mean, I guess I’ll text her tonight. Maybe like a few of her highlights, see if she leads.”

Paige nodded, “Yeah, she’ll lead. She always does.”

Azzi was quiet for a beat, but then she cleared her throat and met Paiges gaze again. “How come you didn’t correct the worker in here when she called us a couple.”

The truth was, Paige didn’t hate hearing someone mistake them for a couple. “I just didn’t want it to be awkward, correcting her would just make us all feel a little weird.”

Azzi hummed, taking in what she said, even though not believing it to an extent.

Then just in that moment of silence, her phone buzzed.

Paige grabbed Azzis phone hearing the buzz, like she had the right too.

“Hey!” Azzi protested at the blonde

Paige looked at her phone seeing a notification.

Instagram:

Ash: hey pretty, you invite your team yet? just trying to get a head count lol.

Azzi raised an eyebrow at Paige’s face, it contorting into one of confusion and some relief.

“What is it?” She asked,

Paige turned the phone around to reveal the message, which she quickly scanned.

“Maybe you were right. That’s pretty friendly.” Paige said, fully handing the phone to her. But something in her tone was off….almost upset.

“You good?” Azzi asked having noticed the underlying tone,

Paiges jaw clenched slightly, avoiding eye contact with her, “yeah I’m good. You should respond.”

Azzi took a second to study Paige, wonder what she was thinking before opening the phone.

She went to instagram, reading it through again. Then turned back to Paige, “sooo..what do I say?”

Paige wanted her to say nothing, she was almost blinded by the thought of Azzi flirting with her Ex because of her stupidity. But she had to push those feelings down, knowing that this was the only way to get Ash to not leak anything.

“Well..you flirt.” Paige responded. Also looking at the phone

Azzi let out a huff, “I know that big head, but I mean, like how?”

Paige looked up, “how? You don’t know how to flirt?”

Azzi narrowed her eyes, but then looked away quickly. Because truthfully, she didn’t. Paige was the only one she had ever really flirted with, and that was only because it was a challenge….well at least at first.

“I don’t go around flirting with everyone, unlike you.” She replied,

Paige rolled her eyes, focusing back on her ice cream in hand, taking a slow bite, lingering the plastic spoon in her mouth. “I don’t flirt with everyone, Azzi.” She said, her voice nearing a dangerous level of honesty.

Those words kicked her back into focus, knowing they had a double meaning, and knowing the meaning behind it wasn’t one to explore tonight. “Well, looks like it to me. Yknow you do that thing.” Azzi said, gesturing towards Paige’s face.

Paige looked over amused, dropping her voice to a smooth teasing one. “What thing? Look pretty?”

Azzi scoffed at her, the only worse about Paige being pretty is that she knew it. “Not that.”

“So you admit I’m pretty?” Paige quickly replied, leaning in.

“I never said that”

“But you never denied it.”

Azzi took the challenge,

She leaned in even closer to Paige, inches away, and whispered, “yeah, you’re pretty. Happy?”

Paige felt heat pool at the words, mixed with the limited space between them, she’d do anything to close the gap.

“That. Right there,”

Azzi looked at her confused, “huh?”

Paige leaned back, creating some much needed space, ”that was flirting, even if it wasn’t as good as mine, you do know what to do, Princess.” She said as she took another bite of ice cream.

“Okay 1. Your not much better at flirting them me. 2. I have to do this over text, to a stranger.” Azzi answered, glancing back down at her open phone,

“Psh, we both know I can flirt better, that’s okay to admit. And yknow just like, use what you have to your advantage.”

“What I have? What do you mean?” Azzi said looking into her blue eyes,

Paige let her gaze drift off again, thinking about if she was gonna be honest. But with a breath, she decided it was easier to just suck it up and say it. “Post yourself. A good photo of yourself. She’ll reply to it. I’ll bet on that,”

Azzi looked at her, confused because she thinks Paige may have just given her a compliment, a complicated one nevertheless. “Okay, I will. Is my face just that alluring? She’ll come running at the sight of it.”

“Anyone with a brain would come running to you if they had the chance,” Paige said, leaning in.

Azzi breath caught for a split second, caught off guard by Paige’s words.

Paige caught the reaction. A grin spreading across her face. “See? I’m better at flirting.”

Azzi shoved her. Which drew a dramatic groan from Paige.

“Shut up, I’ll post something tonight. Even if I look like a desperate slut because of it.”

Paige nodded, still slightly smiling. “Lookin foward to it.”

A comfortable silence feel over them for a minute, neither one complaining about it, because there was just something nice about being in each others presence.

“You done?” Azzi asked, looking at Paige’s and her own empty cups.

“Yea,” she said standing up, offering out a hand for Azzi.

Her heart warmed at the small gesture, it just seemed to be something Paige did without thinking, showing that she wasn’t all that bad.

Azzi grabbed her hand, lingering on it for a second before pulling away.

Paige felt the touch stretch, but really she didn’t want it to end. It seemed like their hands fit perfectly together.

“You’re driving.”

Paige caught the keys Azzi just threw at her with a groan,

*****

They walked back to the car,

as both of them sat down in their chairs, Azzi speaks up. “Yknow, we don’t really have anything tomorrow until practice.”

“Yeah…and?” Paige asked.

Azzi hesitated for a second, “my parents and bothers aren’t home, maybe you wanna come over? If you don’t that’s totally fine too.”

Paige was a little shocked at the invitation, especially since she didn’t know if Azzi felt the same pull to be around her, “Yeah, sure -um yeah.” Paige replied, smile tugging at her mouth.

“Cool,” Azzi replied as nonchalant as she could (which wasn’t very much)

Paige started to drive in the direction of Azzis house, silently freaking out, because hanging out alone with her in an empty house was a little more than she could handle.

After 6 mintues of music filled silence between them, Paige pulled into her driveway.

Azzi got out of the car, waiting for Paige to follow,

They made their way up the stairs and she started fumbling with her key at the door before pausing for a moment and looking at Paige, “Oh - but the way. I have a kid.”

“A what?” Paige said shocked.

Azzi chuckled. “Yeah, she’s only a year old. But don’t be too loud, I think she’s asleep.”

“You have a kid? Since when?” Paige asked, racking her mind.

Azzi played into it more, “yeah, she’s the love of my life. We tried to keep it hidden from the public as much as we could.”

“uhh—Okay?” Paige replied, completely baffled at this new information.

Azzi pushed the door open, making her way inside as Paige followed suit.

“Wait right here, I’ll go get her.” Azzi said looking back, trying to hide her lying.

Paige threw her hands up, with a shrug. “Okay I guess?”

Azzi wandered off into the house, opening her bedroom door to find Stewie, her dog and baby. Asleep on her bed.

“Hey stew, I have someone to meet.” She said carefully picking up the tired dog.

stewie started wagging her tail at the sound of Azzi voice, gleefully letting herself be picked up.

Azzi tried to stay as quiet as she could while walking back to Paige, making her way to the living room.

Paige stood there on her phone, racking socials for information on Azzi apparent pregnancy.

She didn’t even hear Azzi creep up until she spoke, “Paige this is Stewie, my baby. and Stewie this is Paige.”

Stewie started barking in Azzis arms at the sight of the blonde.

“Really?”

“What?” Azzi said placing Stewie down, “She’s my baby.”

“You so annoying Az,” Paige said, putting her phone away, slightly relieved to see Azzi didn’t have a whole child.

She bent down to pet Stewie who was already at her legs, “Hey there Stewie, You have a stupid mom. Sorry about that.”

Azzi crossed her arms and scoffed, taking offense“She does not!”

Paige stood back up and chucked, “Sureeeee”

Azzi rolled her eyes and started walking towards her room, motioning for Paige to follow.

Once they entered her room Azzi plopped down on her bed, As for Paige, she stood awkwardly in the door way.

“Uhhh, what’re you doing?”

Paige shrugged, “standing.”

“Well stop it, it’s weird, sit down.” She said patting a spot next to her on the bed.

Paige pushed off the wall and sat down next to Azzi on her pink bed.

she looked around the room, it was everything Azzi times 100.

Light pink walls, books stacked with vines hanging off of it, Icecream stickers on her laptop with a neatly organized desk. Even to her pink queen sized bed, having being perfectly made and adorned with Unicorn pillows, only the soft glow from fairly lights illuminating the space.

“Wow, your rooms so ‘5 year old girl’ meets ‘clean freak’ “

Azzi scoffed and leaned back on her pillows, “Shut up, it’s probably better then yours.”

Paige looked down at her, slightly taken back by her beauty. Her curls sprawled out over the light pink pillow, she relaxed completely from being in a comfortable area. “It’s not. Mines much more ‘13 year old boy with a Lebron James obsession’ “

“I’d bet.” Azzi responded, looking into Paiges eyes, only now aware of the fact Paige was on her bed. In her house. Looking this good.

“Uh so anyways, you dated Ash, so you know what she likes right?”

Paige nodded, “to an extent”

“so I need you to help me with the post, the one to lure her in.”

Paige shook her head “I told you, I don’t know how to do girl things.”

Azzi sighed then threw a pillow at her, causing her to yelp.

“Well you better learn.”

“Abuse, Azzi. Abuse.” Paige said pretending to be hurt

Azzi stuck her tounge out at her, “Yeah, yeah. Now lay down, your being oddly uncomfortable, I don’t bite.” She said now getting up and moving for her closet.

Paige laid down, feeling a lot less uncomfortable by her words, sighing at the feeling of being relaxed after a long day. “Where’re you going?”

Azzi had disappeared into her closet for a moment, returning holding a few shirts. “Gettting options.”

“Options for what?” Paige asked, fully sprawled out on Azzi bed.

“For my shirt for the photos stupid, I can’t take them in this.”

“You could. You still look good to me.” Paige replied, sweeping her gaze over Azzi’s body

Azzi rolled her eyes even thought the compliment and attention felt nice. “Hush, Now help me pick.” She said thorwing three shirts at Paige.

Page picked the rudely thrown clothes up, the first one being a white cop top, nothing special. “No,”

The second one being a green top, half off the shoulder, “No.”

and the third being a tight black top, the v neck dangerously low with long sleeves. “this.” She said throwing the shirt back at Azzi.

“Really?” She asked, shocked by the choice.

Paige nodded, “Mhm, most slut like, she likes that.”

“Ew, but okay.” Azzi replied, moving towards the closet, shirt in hand.

She took a second to change, having to switch from a sports bra to a normal one, then came out of her closet to show Paige.

“Good?”

“Hot.” Paige replied simply, starring straight at Azzi cleavage.

“pervert.” Azzi said making her way to her desk.

She threw her speaker to the bed, “Play something, its too quiet I can hear you starring at me”

Paige grabbed the speaker, “Okay, no complaining though.”

Azzi nodded.

Paige unlocked her phone, knowing exactly what to play. She went to Bluetooth and connected the speaker, and stared playing “Crybaby” by Sza softly.

The sounds filled the air as Azzi applied some Mascara and highlighter, curling her eyelashes along with it.

after 5 mintues Paige groaned, “what are you doinggggg, I’m bored.”

Azzi didn’t even turn around, not entertaining Paige. “Go on your phone, stupid.”

Paige did just that, looking at her feed for about 2 seconds before turning a pillow into a weapon, launching it at Azzi.

Azzi scoffed and turned around, “what did you just do.”

Paige didn’t respond, instead grabbing another pillow and throwing it at her “Nothin”

Azzi practiacally launched herself out of her chair, immediately grabbing a pillow and smacking Paige.

Paige did the same, grabbing a pillow and smacking her dead in the chest to which Azzi fought back hard, grabbing another and smacking her face,

“Oh your dead” Paige said sitting up and grabbing Azzis waist to pull her foward,

Azzi felt the touch on her, but then felt another blow straight to her face, she stumbled onto her bed, reaching over to hit Paige.

But the way she ended up on Paige, was a little….different than she’d hoped, realizing after a few more hits she was fully straddling Paige.

Paige also stopped fighting feeling the weight of Azzi on top of her.

a silence feel over the room.

Both of them just looking at each other.

Azzi looked more gorgeous then Paige had ever seen, the soft lighting, the flattering color from her shirt, her hair slightly tussled and sprawled out on her shoulders, but her eyes were the best thing. Because they were staring intensely at her.

“Um. Well this is awkward.” Azzi said, stating to get up from her spot.

Paige found herself moving instinctively, wanting Azzi to stay exactly where she was.

Her hand found her waist, firmly holding her down. “Don’t move.”

“What?” Azzi asked, even though she needed to move because an unwelcomed throbbing began in her.

“Don’t move.” Paige repeated now leaning over to grab her phone.

“What’re you doing Paige?” Azzi asked, completely not okay with the amount of turned on she was right now.

Paige felt the same, even if she didn’t know Azzi was relating. But as she turned back to her, phone in hand and one still firmly on her waist. She spoke “This is perfect for the photo, just saying.”

Azzi glanced at her, the realized she was probably right. The light was hitting her softly and she was in a pretty questionable position, one that Ash would surely comment on.

“Uh okay.” She responded.

Paige kept a hand on her waist, pretending like it was the most natural thing in the world, which to some extent, it felt like it was.

She unlocked her phone and got on the camera app, pointing the phone up at Azzi.

On the screen she looked even better, the angle was working for her and her brown eyes seemed to glow brighter than the moon. She looked stunning. Unreal.

“What do I do? Just smile?” Azzi asked, feeling a little awkward.

“You’re literally a model bro, how do you not know how to pose.” Paige replied.

“Because most of the time i’m not straddling someone’s lap.” Azzi said, reminding Paige of the position.

Paige thought for a moment about what she could do, then she dug her fingers deeper into Azzis hips. Earning a slew of laughter to come from her.

“Paige! Stop!!” Azzi said completely losing it while being tickled.

Paige smiled up at her, taking a bunch of pictures of Azzi laughing on top of her, “I’ll stop in a second, pretty girl”

Azzi looked down at her, the nickname sending a shock through her,

Paige glanced up, the name just slipping from her mouth before she could stop it.

“What did you call me?” Azzi asked, her focus now only on Paige.

Paige couldn’t respond, her finger still holding down on the phone taking pictures. What had she just done. It’s like her brain forgot that she wasn’t supposed to feel anything towards Azzi. Sweet, beautiful Azzi. Who was staring down waiting for a response.

“Sorry….Got caught up,” Paige mumbled out. Avoiding eye contact at all costs with her face burning.

Azzi looked down at the blonde, normally the face of confidence. Who was now flustered under her, clearly embarrassed. But the thing was, Azzi would die to hear her say it again, her heart was nearing bursting.

She grabbed Paiges jaw gently, guiding it to look at her, watching the way her breath hitched at the contact.

“I don’t mind. It’s okay,” Azzi said smoothly, reassuring. Because that was the truth. She didn’t mind.

Paiges face only got more red, quickly realizing she wasn’t gonna be able to control her feelings much longer she redirected the heated moment. “Uh—I think I got the photos,”

“Oh yeah, right.” Azzi said getting off her lap, noticing the shift in the air going back to where it was before.

As she laid down next to Paige it got more apparent that she had some….issues happening. Being clearly turned on from her earlier position.

Ignoring this she gabbed the phone, “lets see,”

She opened up the photos app, seeing nearly 100 photos of her. “Paige! Did you just hold down on the button? Now we have to go through all 14 billion of them.”

Paige shrugged, feeling way too comfortable next to Azzi in bed. “I just held it, thought that’s what I supposed to do! I’m no photographer.”

Azzi shoved her shoulder, touch lingering for a second to long and clicked on the first photo.

She looked unreal. The warm glow of the soft yellow-white fairy lights reflecting in her eyes, the dark room, the black shirt a contrast on her paler skin from the fall months, her hair looser from being tussled. Even to her face, the smile whole and bright, all real, thanks to Paige. And the best thing about the photo is that you can see the pale hand on her waist, clear as day. Along with the outline of her sitting on a lap, not to much, but just enough.

“Wow” Paige said, a little breathless at the captured photo.

“Is that one good?” Azzi asked, already knowing the answer.

Paige nodded her head, still a little speechless, “yeah, um- yea.”

Azzi took the phone from the middle of them and opened up instagram.

She selected the photo and put a soft filter over it, it only improving the photo.

She captioned it simply, “Guess who?” And hit post.

She threw her phone down. Turning over and looking at Paige, “now we wait.”

*****

[casssmalefantasy]

off mute — paige bueckers x oc!

s: you never thought your casual scroll on tiktok would land you on a live with kk arnold and paige bueckers. but a last-minute song request, a few suspicious smiles, and one dm later… you’re starting to think paige might’ve just found her new favorite singer.

w: secondhand embarrassment, lots of flirting, suggestive banter, minor swearing, social media chaos, and hints of mutual pining

word count: 3.2k

you’ve been a uconn wbb fan for a minute now. it started out casual—just catching games on tv and watching clips on twitter—but it quickly turned into something deeper. the kind where you know their next five matchups, have favorite pregame fits saved on your phone, and would absolutely fake confidence if any of them ever looked your way in person.

you’ve already been to two home games this season, and yes, you may or may not have replayed that one clip of paige doing a no-look dime to azzi like thirty times.

so when you see kkarnold2 pop up in your tiktok live notifications, your fingers move before your brain even catches up.

you click in.

the screen loads, and there they are—kk and paige, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on what looks like paige’s bed, a mountain of snacks behind them and the sound of a basketball game from the tv playing in the background.

“we live. what’s up girly pops,” kk says immediately, grinning into the camera. she does a peace sign while sticking her tounge out, and paige snorts beside her.

“hey girly pops,” paige mimics, reaching for a gummy worm. “i sound just like camera, huh?.” she says while smirking.

“girl boo,” kk says. “you lucky i invited you. the people don’t come here for you.”

“bold lie,” paige says, looking directly into the camera now. “they definitely come for me. watch this—”

she leans in closer. “talent show.”

and just like that, the comments start exploding. people are begging to go live. some are typing “i can do a backflip on command” and others are already screaming “PAIGE I LOVE YOU” in all caps.

you laugh to yourself, just watching. you remember the last “talent show” live they did. someone tried to do a magic trick and exposed themselves accidentally. it was chaos.

kk starts accepting people randomly—one girl screams as soon as the camera flips, another guy attempts to rap, and two different girls sing a snippet of sza before fangirling too hard to finish.

you pause for a second. bite your lip. then… screw it. you hit the request button.

you don't actually expect anything, though.

“ooh hold up,” kk says, squinting. “this username kinda cute. should i let them in?”

paige leans over to look at her screen. “wait, show me the pfp.”

there’s a beat.

then paige goes quiet. really quiet.

so quiet you hear her say under her breath, “pretty.”

but the mic picks it up.

kk turns to look at her, then immediately starts grinning. “paige.”

before you can panic and back out, your screen changes.

you’re live.

with paige bueckers staring directly at you.

“yo!” kk cheers. “we got a new one. say what’s up!”

“h-hi,” you manage, trying not to sound like your heart’s doing jumping jacks. “uh… i wasn’t actually expecting to get in.”

“too late now,” paige says, smiling. “you’re here. what’s your talent?”

you blink. “uh… i sing.”

“yesss,” kk claps. “okay pick a song, we ready.”

“you pick,” you say, a little bolder now. “what do you want to hear?”

paige doesn’t even hesitate. “sza. sing ‘love language.’”

you raise an eyebrow. “is that your favorite or something?”

paige shrugs, but she’s smirking. “might be.”

you set your phone down, take a breath, and hit play on the instrumental in the background.

the second the first note drops, paige mouths the intro. then stops completely once you start singing.

you’re locked in now—soft, smooth vocals floating through the speaker. eyes half-closed. completely in your element.

the chat explodes.

@buckets4bueckers: WAIT SHE CAN ACTUALLY SING

@kkarnoldstan420: PAIGE LOOKING LIKE SHE'S IN LOVE RN

@d1gf4paige: this girl is fine AND talented??? bye.

@fuddnation: paige got her mouth open 😭

@bueckherdownbad: THE WAY PAIGE LOOKED AT HER??? I’M SWEATING

@paigesgfconfirmed: y’all this is the real draft night

@szaandslay: girl sang sza and stole paige’s heart on live… legend

@loveandlayups: paige better dm her RIGHT NOW

you keep going. full verse, chorus, little riff at the end.

when you finish, there’s a few seconds of silence.

then—

“oh my god,” kk says. “no cause you ate that.”

“like, actually,” paige says, still staring. “you’re insane.”

you glance at the chat. one comment catches your eye: “paige been smiling since she joined.”

paige reads it too. she covers her mouth, laughing. then leans out of frame and lightly punches kk in the arm.

“you see how they got me lookin right now?”

kk cackles. “you did it to yourself.”

“nah. don’t even start right now.” paige says

you’re blushing hard now. “okayyyy i think it’s time to pass the mic to someone else.”

paige frowns. “what? no, sing another.”

you shake your head, trying to keep it smooth. “wish i could, but i got homework. maybe next time.”

kk nods. “respect. education comes first. even if paige is heartbroken.”

“literally shut up,” paige says, half-laughing, half-hiding her face.

she suddenly turns to kk. “wait—mute the live real quick.”

kk gives her a look, but does it.

the screen goes silent for twenty seconds. they’re clearly talking. paige’s hands are moving a lot.

then the live un-mutes.

paige leans back into the camera. “thank you for joining. you’re seriously amazing.”

“come back next time!” kk adds. “we need some more.”

you smile. “will do. night y’all.”

the second you leave the live, your phone buzzes.

followed by: paigebueckers and kkarnold2

then—another notification.

dm from paigebueckers:

hey. you really killed that. we should talk more sometime.

and you sit there smiling, already typing your message back to her.

[himasgod]

Hello!!! Please write a reader who is Lilia's adopted daughter. And she brings her boyfriend for the first time to meet him (It can be Leona, Jade, Azul, or anyone else you like) you can also insert the boys reaction, they are her brothers after all.

LEONA, JADE AND AZUL X READER

Where they are formally introduced to Lilia, your father, as your boyfriend

How would Leona, Jade, and Azul react if you brought them home to Lilia, your adoptive father, and Malleus, Silver, and Sebek as your "siblings," to be formally introduced as your boyfriends?

I had fun writing this I was pretty lazy so there are no long descriptions or anything, just a lot of dialogue. I hope you like it <3

“So let me get this straight…” Leona muttered, arms crossed and ears twitching with irritation,

“You’re telling me I’m about to have a formal sit-down with Lilia Vanrouge?”

You smiled, linking your fingers with his as you both approached the moss-covered arch that marked the beginning of Lilia’s garden. Hard to tell in Briar Valley.

“Yes. And be nice. You do know each other, but this time, it’s official.”

Leona huffed.

“Tch. Knew this day would come the moment I kissed you.”

Lilia waited for you on the porch of his quaint forest estate, wearing a deceptively sweet smile that even you knew meant mischief.

“Ah, there you are, little bat! And Leona Kingscholar, too, hmm?” he purred, eyes gleaming as he looked your boyfriend up and down.

Leona greeted him with a curt nod.

“Old man.”

Lilia clapped his hands together.

“Still so charming! You haven't changed a bit since NRC. I take it you're here to steal my daughter away, hmm?”

You elbowed Leona gently, but he only rolled his eyes and said

“Well, someone has to save her from your weird blood popsicle obsession.”

Lilia laughed. That bright, eerie laugh that echoed through the trees

“Fair point. Come in, come in.”

Sebek was the first to react.

“WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?!” he boomed, nearly knocking the table over. “He’s lazy, arrogant, and—AND—HE SLEEPS IN CLASS!”

“Sebek,” Lilia said calmly, sipping tea, “I slept through centuries and still managed to raise a well-mannered daughter, a son and a prince. Your argument is invalid.”

Silver, ever the neutral party, blinked slowly. “I always thought you two would end up together,” he said to you, tilting his head at Leona. “But I imagined someone who… gets up before noon.”

“Silver,” you said dryly, “this is not helping. Besides, you are not the one to talk-”

“Guess I’ve got something none of them have. Charm?”

“Or raw animal magnetism,” Lilia added helpfully.

You facepalmed.

Then Malleus entered the room.

The vibe shifted.

Leona sat up straighter instinctively.

“Ah, the second prince of the Sunset Savanna,” Malleus said, voice smooth but heavy. “We meet again. I understand you’re courting my dear sister?”

Leona narrowed his eyes slightly. “Yeah. Got a problem with that, Horns?”

“No,” Malleus said, and smiled slowly. “But should you break her heart, there might be consequences.”

A tiny bolt of lightning crackled behind him.

Leona blinked.

“…Duly noted.”

When everyone was gone, Lilia pulled you aside as the stars began to glow through the tree canopy.

“You really care about him, don’t you?” he asked softly, eyes not teasing anymore.

You nodded. “He’s… good to me, even when no one’s looking.”

Lilia was quiet for a moment. Then he gave you a fond smile, and gently flicked your forehead like he used to when you were little.

“Then that’s all that matters. But if he ever makes you cry—well, let’s just say I still remember a few curses that make hair fall out permanently.”

You grinned. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Are you sure about this?” Jade asked with a soft smile, his fingers gently brushing over yours as he held your hand. His tone was calm as ever—but you could feel the subtle tension in his grip.

“Of course,” you said, nudging him with your shoulder. “It’s not like you haven’t met them before.”

He chuckled, low and smooth.

“Yes, but this time, I’m no longer ‘just a student.’ I’m the man courting Lilia Vanrouge’s daughter. That… changes things.”

You smirked. “You’re nervous.”

Jade gave you a sidelong glance.

“I’d be a fool not to be.”

Lilia was already waiting at the table, sipping tea, dressed in something deceptively casual (yet enchanted enough to ward off curses, fire, and possibly suitors).

When Jade stepped in behind you, Lilia smiled wide.

Too wide.

“Jaaaade~! What a lovely surprise,” he said, sing-songy. “I didn’t realize we were hosting an eel today.”

Jade bowed slightly, lips curled in that signature polite-but-vaguely-threatening smile.

“Always a pleasure, Mr. Vanrouge. You have a lovely home.”

“Still trying to charm me?” Lilia asked playfully, resting his chin on his hands.

“Not at all. I’m simply being honest,” Jade replied smoothly.

You could feel the tension crackling like static between the two of them. You were about to speak when—

Sebek stomped in, sword at his side.

“WHAT IN THE GREAT NAME OF MALLEUS IS HE DOING HERE?!” he bellowed. “An eel? The brother of that... creature over Octavinelle? You dare present this to Lord Lilia as your consort?!”

You sighed. “Sebek. Calm down.”

Jade gave a small bow.

“I’m honored by your passion, Sir Sebek. I assure you, I’ve treated your "sister" with the utmost respect.”

“DO NOT ‘SEBEK’ ME! I'M ZIGVOLT FOR YOU”

Silver, half-asleep in the chair beside you, cracked an eye open. “...Didn’t he used to sneak mushrooms into Riddle’s tea?”

Jade smiled faintly. “For science.”

Then Malleus appeared. His eyes swept over Jade, calculating.

“You are... the Leech twin,” he said.

“Indeed,” Jade replied with a courteous nod. “And you are the Crown Prince of Briar Valley. A pleasure.”

They stared at each other. For a long, long time.

You held your breath.

Then Malleus gave a slow nod. “Should you break her heart, I will turn the coral into dust.”

Jade smiled, unshaken. “Then I shall simply have to ensure her heart stays whole.”

Once the chaos quieted and Sebek had stopped ranting in the background, Lilia pulled you aside with a sly grin.

“An eel, hmm?” he whispered. “Not the choice I expected, but... interesting.”

You raised a brow. “You hate him?”

Lilia hummed.

“No. He’s clever. I don’t trust him completely... but I do trust your judgment. Just be careful. He smiles like me, and you know how dangerous that can be.”

You grinned. “That’s why I like him.”

Lilia chuckled, fond and nostalgic. “You’re really growing up, little bat.”

Azul stood at the edge of the Vanrouge estate like a gentleman who wasn’t calculating every potential response in his mind. He carried himself as he always did—shoulders straight, coat perfectly tailored, his composure a shield no one dared pierce.

You stood beside him, warm and casual.

He would not embarrass you. He would not lose.

Lilia Vanrouge opened the door, ageless eyes alight with interest.

“Azul,” he said, smile sharp. “What a surprise. And here I thought I’d seen the last of NRC’s little loan shark.”

Azul inclined his head in a perfect bow.

“Good evening, Vanrouge. Thank you for welcoming me into your home. I’ve brought an offering.”

He handed over a bottle of rare merlot aged in abyssal coral—courtesy of the Lounge’s private vault.

Lilia raised a brow. “Careful. Gifts from businessmen often come with strings.”

Azul smiled.

“Only when the recipient is unaware. You, however, are far too old and clever for that.”

A flicker of amusement passed through Lilia’s gaze. “You do know how to flatter.”

“I know how to respect power,” Azul replied evenly. “And your daughter.”

He could feel your hand brush against his coat then—gentle, grounding. He allowed himself the smallest softening of his posture in response. Just enough to be human.

The rest of the family filtered in.

Sebek looked like he might explode.

“THE MERCHANT?! ARE YOU—?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?! HE'S—HE'S A CROOK!”

Azul tilted his head coolly. “I assure you, all my transactions are legally binding.”

“That's the problem!” Sebek snarled.

Silver, relaxed, offered Azul a subtle nod. “You were always the quiet dangerous type. Honestly, I expected worse.”

Azul’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “How reassuring.”

Then came Malleus.

Azul stiffened—just barely. Enough to signal he knew the weight of this moment.

The air shifted as the he approached, slow and deliberate.

“You’re bold,” Malleus said, voice like rolling thunder. “Bringing intentions into my territory.”

Azul met his eyes. Steady. Calm.

“I didn’t come to posture. Only to be acknowledged.”

“You desire permission?”

Azul smiled thinly. “I already have her heart. Yours is merely… a formality.”

It was a dangerous thing to say. But Azul knew when to gamble.

A beat of silence. Malleus’s gaze narrowed—then moved to you.

“Does he treat you well?”

You nodded. “Better than I ever expected.”

Malleus didn’t look back at Azul. “Then I’ll allow it. For now.”

Later, Lilia poured himself a glass of that merlot, watching Azul with quiet scrutiny.

“You wear your nerves like armor,” he mused.

Azul didn’t flinch. “As one should. Vulnerability is expensive.”

“You love her?”

Azul didn’t hesitate. “I would remake the sea if she asked.”

Lilia tilted his glass toward him.

“Then I suppose I’ll keep my blade sheathed… unless you forget that promise.”

Azul met him, unblinking. “I never forget a deal.”

Lilia grinned. “Good. Because you’ve just made one with me.”

Azul only bowed his head, already planning what future dinners would look like.

[jackabbbot]

pairing: jack abbot x doctor!reader

summary: even when looking after your patients, you want to make sure jack is okay.

note: i wrote this on my phone whilst rewatching ep 12 and drinking every time im squeamish. its short. i’ve not read this back.

‘what does that even mean?’ jack looks at you, shaking his head. he shuffles his gait between his legs and you grab his hand. it’s big and strong, dwarfing your own hand.

‘it’s doesn’t matter,’ you say, shaking your head as you guide him towards a seat. pulling the stool towards you with your foot, you gently usher him down. ‘is it your hips or your leg?’

‘it’s nothing,’ he dismisses, trying to stand back up but your hand on his shoulder keeps him down. ‘i need to get back to work.’

aware of how long you’ve been touching him, you gently bring your hand away. at the very least, you want to preserve a small resemblance of professionalism at work, of all places.

‘you’re behind on your charting, anyway,’ bridget says, her eyebrow raised as she taps the computer in front of your husband. ‘sit down, and listen to your poor wife, for once.’

shooting her an appreciative look, you grab a tablet and look up at the screen. south 16 has a patient whose labs have come back. you take the case, having been one not touched since shift change.

‘hello,’ you introduce yourself to the patient, keeping just a sliver of curtain open. it allows you to keep an eye on your favourite attending. ‘your labs have just come back and your blood alcohol has returned to normal. this is great news as it means you can be discharged soon.’

‘thank fuck for that,’ the girl says, grabbing her phone. ‘and, it’s fucking dead, what the fuck. do you have a charger?’

‘yeah, i should do, let me check,’ you look down at the tablet and make a few notes. ‘okay, so your mom is on the way and i’ll come back if i’ve got a charger.’

‘great, i can’t wait to get out of this fucking place,’ she rolls her eyes and throws herself back on the bed. ‘it’s just a fucking nightmare. i just fell.’

‘your blood alcohol was 0.3. we have to make sure you’re sober before we let you go. in better news, though, that’s all we need to do before you need to go. your previous doctor has already gone through the care instructions for the cast.’

you make your way back into the er and jack has already left the seat. shooting a look to bridget, she just shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders.

‘hey, could you let me know when the patient in south 12’s mum gets here?’ you ask, finishing the last of your charting. she nods and the charge phone goes off.

you do a quick round to look for jack, knowing that there is someone coming in soon. he’s in the staff room, prosthetic off of his leg and is massaging it.

‘you okay, love?’ you ask, gently touching his shoulder. there aren’t that many people in the er as of yet so taking a little time isn’t particularly detrimental to anybody. ‘are you in pain?’

‘it’s okay,’ he shakes his head and tries to grab the prosthetic but you stop him. crouching down, you cup jack’s face in your hand.

‘it’s not okay. i know you say it’s almost constant but we have a moment. take a moment, please,’ you beg, taking over massaging his leg. he lets out a hiss and you brace jack’s head against your shoulder. ‘let me look after you for once.’

‘you always look after me,’ he starts, voice raspy. he points a finger at his heart. ‘you look after me here. all the time.’

he’s so sincere it makes your heart clench in your chest. your eyes well up just the slightest and you squeeze his hand, unable to say anything else.

you look deep into his beautiful hazel eyes and press a chaste kiss to his lips. it’s enough for now. it’s too much for work but far too little to truly express how you feel about him.

‘the charge phone went off before i came looking for you,’ you say, breaking the silence. ‘you can stay here and i’ll deal with it or someone else can.’

‘sweetheart, i’m fine,’ jack protests, kissing your knuckles. ‘i’ll be out in a minute.’

[favefandomimagines]

Baby On Board (f.l)

Summary: Y/N is seven months pregnant and Frank is a nightmare

AN: I’m on a role with these Frank fics lol a request similar to this came through anonymously where there were multiple kiddos but I was thinking of maybe making each pregnancy its own story??? What do we think?

The ER didn’t stop—not for holidays, not for sleep, and definitely not for pregnancies.

Dr. Y/N Y/L/N knew that better than anyone.

At seven months pregnant, she still had her badge clipped to her scrub top, and stethoscope around her neck like she was still on month one.

The only real sign of slowing down came in the form of a tiny foot kicking her ribs every few hours, and the way her husband, Dr. Frank Langdon, treated her like she was wrapped in glass.

“Okay, tell me you’ve eaten something,” Frank said, appearing beside her at the nurse’s station. He had a sixth sense when it came to her whereabouts. He’d sniff her out like a bloodhound when he thought she’d gone too long without food or a break.

She gave him a tired smile, holding up half a granola bar like it was a gourmet meal. “I’m pacing myself.”

Frank squinted at it like it offended him. “That’s bird food. You need protein.”

“Frank, I’m fine.”

“You’re growing an entire person. ‘Fine’ is not good enough.” He reached into the pocket of his jacket and handed her a container of sliced apples and peanut butter. “From the cafeteria. It’s not garbage, I checked.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you married me anyway,” he grinned.

Y/N took a bite despite herself. “Only because you told me I had the best laparoscopic technique you’d ever seen.”

Frank leaned closer, voice dipping. “It was a sexy suture job. Changed my life.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. Frank Langdon was a walking contradiction—brilliant and serious when it came to medicine, but a complete puddle around her.

Ever since they’d found out about the baby, he’d been obsessed. With ultrasounds. With vitamins. With keeping her off anything remotely resembling a stressful case.

“You promised you’d only take consults today,” he reminded her, brushing a hand over the swell of her stomach. “No trauma. No GSWs. No knifed bar brawlers. Baby Langdon doesn’t need to hear screams yet.”

“Frank,” she said with a warning look.

“Y/N,” he said back, smiling but not backing down. “Let me be annoying. It’s my love language.”

By midafternoon, the ER was humming like it always did—a steady, chaotic rhythm of stretchers rolling, pages beeping, and voices shouting. Y/N had been reviewing a consult for a gallbladder patient when the overhead pager crackled to life.

“GSW incoming, ETA four minutes.”

The attending was in surgery. Frank was in another trauma bay. The only other senior resident was handling an incoming stroke in CT.

Which meant Y/N was the only one left.

She stood up instinctively, even as a nurse gave her a hesitant look. “Dr. Y/L/N, should I page someone else?”

“There’s no one else,” she said, already reaching for a gown and gloves. “Page the OR. Let them know we might need a room fast.”

“Are you sure—?”

“I’ve got it.”

The trauma bay exploded into motion the second the paramedics wheeled him in.

“Thirty-five-year-old male, GSW to the left abdomen, hypotensive in the field, unresponsive to fluids. GCS 9.”

Y/N was already in position. “Let’s go. Two large-bore IVs, type and cross, hang O-neg now. Get the FAST scan ready.”

The team scrambled. She barked orders while the tech applied the ultrasound probe to the man’s abdomen. Blood everywhere. Vitals crashing.

“He’s bleeding out,” someone said.

“Get me a thoracotomy tray,” Y/N called, pushing harder on the man’s belly. “We’re opening him up here if we have to.”

Her belly pressed into the stretcher as she leaned closer, hands slick with blood, the baby inside her shifting as if aware of the chaos around them.

“Pressure’s bottoming out—”

“He’s tamponading,” Y/N said. “OR now. We need to move.”

They barely stabilized him with a rapid transfusion before wheeling him up. Her gown was soaked in blood. She stripped it off as they rolled the patient away, rubbing at a red streak on her gown as she stepped out of Trauma 3.

And ran straight into Frank.

“Y/N!”

His voice was like a whip crack. She looked up just in time to see him sprinting down the hallway, his eyes wide with panic.

“What the hell happened? Why are you covered in blood? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said, holding up her hands, even as he reached out and started patting her down like he was checking for wounds. “Frank, I’m fine. It’s not mine.”

“You weren’t supposed to take any trauma calls!”

“There was no one else, Frank.”

He stared at her, face pale, then looked down at the stain on her trauma gown, the crimson gloves in her hand, and the sheen of sweat on her forehead.

“You’re seven months pregnant. You can’t be in there opening chests—”

“I didn’t open his chest. I stabilized him. Got him to the OR. The patient’s alive, Frank.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. For a second, he just looked at her—at the way she was standing tall, composed, despite the blood and exhaustion.

“You scared the hell out of me.”

She softened as she took the gown and gloves off. “I know.”

“I thought—” he stopped, swallowing hard. “I thought something happened. That someone didn’t notice you were pregnant and shoved you into a wall or—”

She stepped forward and touched his arm. “I’m still capable. Pregnancy didn’t erase my training.”

Frank pulled her into his arms anyway, holding her like he needed to convince himself she was real.

“You’re not a porcelain doll,” he mumbled into her hair. “I know that. But I—God, I just want you both safe.”

“I am safe,” she murmured. “Because I’m trained. Because I trust my judgment. And because I have a husband who follows me around with apples and prenatal vitamins.”

He let out a weak laugh, still holding her.

Later that night, after the trauma bay was clean and the adrenaline had drained from both of them, Frank found her in the break room. She was sitting on the couch, one hand on her stomach, eyes closed.

“You’re not gonna get away with that again, you know,” he said gently.

Y/N opened one eye. “With what?”

“Being the only senior resident and taking a GSW while seven months pregnant. I’m putting it in your permanent record.”

She smiled, too tired to argue. “How’s the patient?”

“Out of surgery. Stable. You saved his life.”

She nodded, a satisfied smile on her face, rubbing at her lower back.

“Come on,” Frank said, kneeling in front of her. “Turn.”

She did, and he began to rub slow, practiced circles into her back. “I’ve been reading up on prenatal massage,” he said casually. “This spot here? Supposed to relieve pressure.”

“You’re a nerd.”

“A nerd who loves you,” he murmured. “And this baby.”

The room was quiet except for the hum of the vending machine. Then she said softly, “I know I scared you. But I need you to believe that I know what I’m doing.”

“I do,” he said. “I really do. But believing in you and worrying about you don’t cancel each other out.”

She leaned back into his hands. “Deal.”

Frank reached up and kissed her cheek, lips lingering slightly.

Two weeks later, she officially went on leave. But every now and then, Frank would find her standing in the ER doorway, arms crossed over her stomach, watching.

And he’d walk over, press a kiss to her temple, and whisper, “Still capable.”

And she’d whisper back, “Still protective.”

And both were absolutely true.

[confused-squishy]

DP x DC Time!

(I'm gonna give Adopted Dad John Constantine another try. Please thank @dcxdpdabbles for their amazing encouragement and for helping me come up with this. They have become my new fandom buddy and we now trade story/fic's)

John adopts a Wayne??

Clockwork should have paid more attention to that, as team Phantom calls him, Damn Fruit loop! He looked around at the frozen timeline and felt his core whimper. His core-bonded grandchildren are gathered around his King as the Fentons are mid-fight against Plasmius.

Danny is bleeding a worrying amount of ectoplasm. Jazz is trying to keep pressure on the worst of his injuries. While Dan and Ellie are both in their Phantom forms guarding them both. He looked around and saw two figures mid run towards the group. A Fenton first-aid kit in their hands.

Ah yes. Young Sam and Tucker. His Kings left and right hands. They looked to be injured as well but nothing as life threatening as Danny. Which paints a picture Clockwork didn't want to be true. He should've kept a closer eye on this dimension. He had gotten too comfortable leaving it to his King that he forgot things could happen to his King as well.

He didn't have a lot of time to do this and he needed to make sure this won't rip the timeline apart. There was only one thing that he could think to do at an emergency time like this.

Clockwork made his way over to the adopted siblings and crouched down. He unfroze Jazz first knowing she'd be the calmest. She gasped loudly and started looking around before meeting Clockworks eyes. They were full of sadness and regret.

"I deeply apologize for being neglectful of this timeline. I had put too much on your shoulders and I'm sorry that I let it get this far."

Jazz didn't say anything. Just stared at Clockwork before slowly looking down at her Ectoplasm covered hands before looking at Danny's frozen pain filled face. She looked ahead seeing her other adopted siblings guarding them in case Vlad got past their parents. She looked back to where Sam and Tucker were racing over with tears staining their faces.

She then turned to Clockwork. Squeezing her hands into tight fists. She should be angry at him. Furious. She should yell at him and tell him exactly what he can do with his apology. But Clockwork is the only person who can help Danny at this moment.

"His obsession.... It used to be about-about killing Dad and being with Mom. Raising Danny to be his heir. But he's changed over the past few weeks. We didn't notice at first. He slowly stopped trying to remove Dad from the picture. Stopped hitting on Mom. But focused more on Danny. I tried talking to them about it. But they thought Vlad was just wanting to spend more time with his godson."

Clockwork grimaces. He can tell where this story is going. From the look of rage of the Fenton parents. Then glee on Plasmius face. The fury and horror on Dan and Ellie. The pleading look on Sam and Tucker. If he hadn't frozen the timeline when he did there's no telling how this might've gone.

"So Vlad Plasmius obsession is now fully on Danny. That's not good. Not good at all."

Clockwork sighed and thought deeply. He had to get Danny out of this timeline and fast before the Universe falls apart. He reached into his pocket for a handkerchief for Jazz when he pulled out a piece of paperwork. He'd been going over the Kingly paperwork when he realized what was happening. Across the top of the paper was a name that made everything click into place.

John Constantine

[goyardgoyangi]

fucking on the hood of street racer! sukuna’s car

part two is sfw <3

mdni (18+), pwp!! read with discretion!!!

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, manicured nails leaving crescent marks on his tattooed skin as you fight the urge to grind down on him. "Please," you whine, voice trembling with need. "Kuna, I need—" "Listen," he cuts you off, voice low and menacing.

He nips at your nipple before biting hard, drawing a scream from your throat, only to release it with a wet pop. "Beg all you want," he murmurs against the nape of your neck, voice low and commanding. "But I decide when you feel."

There’s a quiet yearning in his words—he wants to hear you want him, to know that, even when you’re holding back, your body is already giving in to him. His cock twitches inside you, hot and heavy from your pleas for release, but he keeps you pinned, refusing to let you cum.

Sukuna feels the shift in you, the way your body listens, and a low satisfaction builds within him. He doesn’t move, eyes taking in the way your chest rises and falls with every breath. You pull back just enough to meet his gaze, your breath ragged.

His head tilts back slightly, exposing more of his throat, and you take the invitation, kissing along the inked lines, tasting the salt of his skin as your pleas to get fucked hard spill out between each press of your lips.

The hood of the car creaks under his weight, the air thick with the musk of sweat and sex. Your body trembles, stretched and full, but he’s still not moving—just letting you simmer, teetering on the edge of release he won’t grant. You can’t take it anymore.

Leaning forward, you crash your lips against his, kissing him hard, all teeth and desperation. “Kuna,” you pant between kisses, your hands tangling in his wild pink hair, tugging just enough to make him hiss. “I want it so fucking bad—please, I want you.”

You kiss him again, softer this time, tracing the sharp line of his jaw with your lips, then dragging them down the column of his throat where his tattoos ripple over taut muscle.

Hearing those words, how you need him—causes something deep inside Sukuna to stir, a strange, almost unsettling feeling tightening in his chest. It’s not the desperation of the request that strikes him, it's not the raw edge in your voice. It’s the way you say it, the way you’re not asking for just anyone, but for him.

Your lips find his again, and this time, the kiss is different. There’s an urgency in it, fierce and possessive, like he’s marking his territory, claiming you not just with his touch but with his very presence.

His grip on your waist loosens slightly, and you can feel the change in the air. Your hips move instinctively, rocking back and forth against him, no longer caring about anything else but the feeling of being completely filled by him.

The rythm of your hips has him hitting your g-spot, pleasure building inside you. "Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me," he pants, hips snapping up to meet yours. His deep, raspy voice pushes you closer to the edge, your inner walls fluttering around him.

His cock twitches inside you, stretching your walls deliciously as he continues slamming you down onto his dick with brutal force.

You break the kiss with a gasp, chest heaving from the lack of oxygen, throwing your head back as he hits a particularly deep spot, a loud cry escaping your lips.

He takes advantage of your exposed neck, trailing biting kisses and sucking hickeys along your throat, trying his best to subtly mark you as his. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass. "Gonna fucking ruin you."

Not just for now. Not just for this. For anyone else.

It’s in the way he moves, the way he looks at you like you’re something already his—something no one else should even think about touching. Like this is more than lust; it’s a claim. A warning.

“You don’t get it,” he mutters against your skin, voice low and ragged. His pace doesn’t falter, but his words settle deeper than anything else.

“I want your body to remember me,” he breathes, teeth grazing the mark on your shoulder. “So even if you try to forget—you can’t.”

Sukuna's words send a shiver of anticipation down your spine. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he lays you down on the hood of his car, the metal beneath you turning warm from your back.

He settles between your legs, his hard length pressing against your entrance. The change in position has his cock sliding even deeper, hitting your cervix with each thrust. With a harsh thrust of his hips, he buries himself inside you, filling you completely.

You mewl at the sudden intrusion, but your hips can't help but start stuttering up with pleasure to meet his harsh thrusts. He sets a brutal pace, the car hood squeaking beneath you with each forceful thrust. Your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.

Sukuna leans down, capturing your mouth in a messy kiss, tongues tangling and teeth clashing. But he breaks away to trail his lips down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin.

Before you can whine about how he’s leaving you empty and aching, he grabs your hips and flips you over, bending you face-first over the hood of the car.

The metal feels cold against your nipples, making them pebble, a cooling relief against your sweaty and trembling body. You feel the warmth of his body pressed against your back, somewhat comforting despite how he manhandles you, arms holding your wrists behind your back.

"Stay still," he orders, kicking your legs apart. You feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and then he's pushing inside, filling you in one long, slow thrust.

You cry out from the stretch, and he releases his grip on your arms, your fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth surface of the hood.

Sukuna goes to grab a handful of your hair, pulling your head back as he starts to move, his hips slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust.

His hand slips around, fingers finding your sensitive clit with maddening precision, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw. “Like your body already knows who it belongs to.” You hate how easy it is to lose yourself in it—in him. But in this moment, your body isn’t putting up much of a fight.

Sukuna’s hips snap against your ass, his thick cock plunging in and out of your soaked pussy. The sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the night, mixing with your muffled moans and cries.

He’s fucking you like a man possessed, hips moving at a punishing pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the night air. Your pussy is sore, raw from his relentless pounding, but the pain only adds to your pleasure.

You fuck back against him, meeting his thrusts, your body shaking with the force of his movements. He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, his hot breath ghosting over your ear. He bites down on your shoulder, marking you, trying to subtly claim you as his.

You flinch, maybe more out of surprise than pain, and he watches your reaction closely, as if studying you will unlock something ancient and hidden. There’s a theory playing in his head—half instinct, half stubborn belief—that somewhere deep in your body, beneath layers of logic and rejection, something will stir.

Some primal, leftover code in your DNA that’ll recognize the bite for what it is: a claim. A warning. A bond.

He’s not delusional enough to think you’ll fall into his arms because of it, but maybe your body will start to remember him differently. Maybe your skin will start to crave the places he’s touched. Maybe your subconscious will start whispering that this is where you belong.

It’s not love. Not yet. It might not ever be. But it’s a beginning.

You shove at him with a glare, muttering something sharp under your breath before it turns into a string of moans from how good he’s fucking you.

The satisfaction in his eyes is instant, dark and unrelenting—like he’s been waiting for you to unravel just like this. He doesn't respond—just smirks to himself as he leans back, gaze lingering on the mark blooming across your skin. It’ll fade. Of course it will. But maybe not entirely. Maybe some part of you will remember. And for now, that’s enough.

His hand snakes around, finding your clit again, rubbing it roughly in time with his thrusts, which has you seeing stars, body tensing as another orgasm builds. And then—he stills. Not out of mercy, but something worse. A cruel kind of patience. His breath is hot against your ear as he leans in, voice low, almost thoughtful.

"You feel that?" he murmurs. "That’s not just me." You’re trembling, every muscle locked in place, strung tight like a wire. "It’s your body remembering what I want it to," he says. "It’s learning." He presses a kiss to the bite mark on your shoulder—slow, almost reverent now—a contrast to how hard he's thrusting inside you.

You hate the way your chest tightens at his words, hate the way you clench around him, milking him as you cum, screaming his name. But he doesn't stop, fucking you through your orgasm and into another, your body shaking and convulsing beneath him. The car rocks and shakes, the metal groaning under the force of his thrusts.

Tears stream down your face, the pleasure too much to handle. But Sukuna is nothing but stubborn, his hips moving like a piston, massive cock stretching you beyond your limits. Your pussy is raw, swollen, but he shows no mercy, fucking you harder, deeper, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from your body.

You're beyond overwhelmed, your body convulsing uncontrollably, tears streaming down your face as you're pushed to the brink of insanity. You try to speak, to warm him that you’ll cum again, but all that comes out are garbled mewls of his name and whiny whimpers.

But your pleas fall on deaf ears, and Sukuna's only response is a low, feral growl as he leans over you, his muscular body pressing you further into the hood of the car. His hips snap forward, his thick cock burying itself to the hilt inside your abused pussy, the head battering against your cervix.

You're no longer aware of where you end and Sukuna begins, your bodies moving in sync, locked together in a rhythm of pain and pleasure. Your pussy clenches around him, milking his shaft, desperate for release, for an end to this relentless fucking. But Sukuna just keeps going, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his breathing ragged, signaling his own impending orgasm.

"Kuna, stop! Something's feels funny, I-I can't-" You gasp out, your voice hoarse and broken. But your words are forgotten as another intense orgasm rips through you, your pussy convulsing violently around his thick shaft.

Liquid floods out of you, soaking the car hood beneath you. "Too much, it's too much!" You cry, tears streaming down your face, your nails digging into the metal as you try to brace yourself against the overwhelming sensations.

Sukuna still shows no mercy, his cock continuing to pound into your overstimulated cunt, drawing out your release until you're sure you'll pass out from the sheer intensity of it all.

Your hair is wild and tangled, sticking to your sweat-drenched face. Tears stream down your cheeks, your eyes glazed over with a mix of pain and ecstasy. You're barely conscious, your mind blank except for the sensation of Sukuna's cock still pounding into you, pushing you further and further into a state of blissful oblivion.

You kiss him weakly, your body too tired to respond fully, but your heart is racing at the subtle intimacy of the feeling.

Each movement is hard, deliberate, as if he's savoring the moment—like he knows exactly what he's doing to you, even without needing to say a word. Your lips meet his with a quiet kind of desperation, and despite how drained you are, there’s a flutter in your chest.

You don’t understand it fully, but it’s there—deep inside.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Sukuna grunts, his voice strained. You feel him throb inside you, and then he's coming, his hot seed flooding your insides, coating your walls. Your body convulses, your muscles locking up, legs circling around his waist as you moan, your voice hoarse and raw.

Sukuna's hips jerk and stutter, his cock pumping you full of his cum, as you collapse onto the hood of the car, your limbs heavy and unresponsive, your mind blank. Sukuna follows, his weight pressing you into the metal, his face buried in your neck as he pants heavily.

You're dimly aware of the sticky mess between your legs, of the ache in your abused muscles, but you're too exhausted, too overwhelmed to care.

He stays buried inside you, his softening cock still plugging your entrance, keeping his seed trapped inside your walls. His arms wrap around you, holding you close, his chest rising and falling against your back as he catches his breath. You lie there, limp and boneless, your body throbbing with a dull ache, your mind foggy and unfocused.

His fingers trail down your stomach, slow and deliberate, before slipping lower—just enough to make your breath hitch. He pauses, not pushing, just resting his hand there, like a quiet reminder of everything that just happened.

Everything he left behind. He lifts his hand, fingertips painting your lips with his own release—not forceful, not teasing, but almost reverent.

"Taste it," he orders, and you part your lips, tongue darting out to lick his fingers clean. The salty, slightly bitter taste of his cum fills your mouth, a reminder of how thoroughly he's fucked you.

Sukuna groans, the sound deep in his throat, more instinct than thought. He pulls his fingers away, only to lean in, capturing your mouth in a kiss that’s all-consuming, his spent cock twitching inside you at the taste of himself on your tongue.

You swallow it.

Sukuna can’t help but smirk to himself, a low, almost possessive satisfaction washing over him. His essence, his cum—inside you.

There’s something comforting about it. In a twisted, primal way, it feels like you belong to him now. He’s literally inside you, in a way nothing else could touch. His cum is there, under your skin, closer to you than anyone else ever could be.

It’s a claim. Something that can’t be erased, not really.

His eyes are fixed on you, the weight of his gaze intense, possessive, studying you—your chest rising and falling with each breath, the way your body is still trembling from the aftermath.

Mine.

The thought reverberates in his mind, and you can see it in the way his gaze lingers on your body, tracing the marks he’s left behind.

You try to gather yourself, but it's hard to ignore the feeling of being utterly claimed. Every inch of you feels like it belongs to him now, and as much as you might want to shake it off, the marks on your skin remind you that you're not the same anymore.

He stands over you, his smirk growing, as if he knows exactly what you're thinking, and in his eyes, you see a quiet satisfaction.

He’s not just satisfied with your body, though. No, it's something deeper.

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Diamond 박성훈

Sunghoon married y/n because of a contract, so now they try to get along with it, she's in love with him but Sunghoon doesn't feel the same.

Tw: cursing, arrange marriage, description of nudity, one side love, there's an actual description of losing virginity, not romantic at the beginning but gradually is, face fuck, mention of squirting, there's two sex escenarios, Sunghoon is a dick like half of the story, slow burn? Idk he never actually feels in love or reciprocates her feelings. Let me know if I missed something.

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They're the perfect marriage, everyone is jealous about them, how perfect they are, how lovely and openly affectionate they present in every chance they have, when they got married every magazine had their pictures on the cover.

“Mr and Mrs Park the wedding of the year”

That day she received a lot of different congratulations, compliments on her looks but also a lot of dirty looks about how she got to marry him, she heard a lot of the women talking about how little she was and how undeserving she was of Sunghoon, she brushed off that because it was her wedding with the man she was in love since she's 10, no one would ruin that and they didn't, it was perfect.

In the honeymoon she was so excited and nervous about their first night together, she got ready took off her bridal gown and stayed in her lace lingerie waiting for him in the bedroom, when he entered he barely pay any attention to her, holding a glass of liquor and sending messages on his phone, when he finally noticed her all nervous sitting at the edge of the bed his face morph into something similar to hate.

-put your pajamas now, is late and tomorrow we have to leave early, unless you wanna stay, did you pack enough clothes?- she nods timid covering with her hands now feeling so exposed- good, we'll be a week in the Island and probably two or three days sailing, bathing suit or wherever you use if you don't have you can ask my assistant she'll bring you what you need

He took a sip of his glass before starting to remove his garments, he unbuttoned his t-shirt and removed his belt and accessories even his ring, she wasn't sure if he's gonna undress her or if she had to do it, she stayed there looking at him, when Sunghoon glanced at her and noticed that she didn't move he just sighs.

-i'll leave so you can change

-but… we're supposed to- Sunghoon turned around making her stutter- it's our wedding night aren't we supposed to be together?

-you mean sex?- Sunghoon looks at her blushing face- listen this arrangement it's because of our parents, you don't have to do anything of the marital duties, the whole deal is for our family companies stay in the same family so no one can take it from us, but that shouldn't be a problem to us because we know that, it's an arrangement between them but between you and me can be different, no attachment just pretend in front of the people so they don't suspect

-you… I, but it's… we… is our honeymoon

-I mean if you want, we can have sex will be fun for when we don't have anyone else to fuck with- he took his glass to his lips, he looks cold and distant- you want it now?

She was so sad, what does he mean anyone else? They're married now, it should be only them now, he got close starting to take off her garments, she tense closing her eyes waiting for him to just do whatever, it wasn't romantic it wasn't what she hoped for, Sunghoon pushed her to bed with her bralette half there, her breasts exposed and his hand squeezing harshly her nipple making her moan in pain, he pulled apart from her looking at her face of discomfort.

-I'll sleep in the room next to this, I'll come for you tomorrow morning to go, there will be paparazzi on the Island so be prepared to pretend, we're a happy married couple enjoying their honeymoon, not a contract that our parents did, we need to sell the story right, understand?- she nods feeling heartbroken- night rest well

She was left there, she thought that things would be different between them, she developed a crush on him since she was 10, a lot of kids at school picked at her for not being rich enough like their parents, but never Sunghoon he actually stand up for her, facing the kids that used to push her and call her names, she started to feel attraction towards him but with time and how often their families gather she fell in love, Sunghoon was everything educated, polite, good looking, good at sports, rich, a dream come true, everyone was in love with him. When her parents told her about the marriage she felt thrilled, beyond happy to be paired with Sunghoon, she actually didn't understood well the contract part because she wasn't the heirs of the company it was her brother so y/n wasn't involved in the conversations about anything, but Sunghoon was, he basically was the second one on charge of his parents company, he's intelligent for the business so it was no surprise when he was already on charge of everything. As little as her family let her know they got married to help the companies but she didn't know how, apparently the plan was marriage to merge both net worth, she was educated to be a good wife to spend the money her husband makes, to stay perfect for him in every aspect, good skin, perfect nails and hair, ideal weight and body figure, to be refined but always please him, she kept her purity untouched for him, they were promised since a long ago and she wanted to be the perfect bride for Sunghoon. He was perfect and everyone knew and comment about it, she wasn't enough so she tried a lot more to be suitable for him, on her wedding she heard a couple ladies talking about how underweight she was no curves or anything appealing for a handsome toned young man like Sunghoon, she was insecure about their first night together some girls in the members club talked about how good he is in bed she was worried about pleasing him since she never touched a man, y/n knows a couple of the girls that Sunghoon got involved with, she was worried because they were everything she is not, tiny waist big breasts and round big butt, someone said that she looked awfully flat on her bridal gown, when she undressed and stayed on her lingerie she didn't expect that reaction, was he so disappointed of her body that he didn't wanted to touch her? That he probably did it because of compromise but felt so disgusted that it was better to just left her there, she cried and cried for a long time that night, the morning was a blur Sunghoon was already dressed immaculate and when he saw her she can sense that disappointment to see her as his wife.

-it's late and we need to leave in 20 minutes- she was barely covered by the see through pajamas her mother bought for her honeymoon pulling the comforter to her chest- get ready quick I'll ask for the breakfast to be on the plane, anything is good for you?- she nods looking at him on his phone asking for their breakfast. She got out of bed taking off her clothes trying to be dressed quickly, Sunghoon was there she was embarrassed to change in front of him, he was almost like supervising that she's doing the right thing, she slipped her underwear putting a little white dress on top- are you gonna wear that?

-is something wrong?- she looks at herself in the mirror she thought it was cute, maybe a little short but she liked it, that's why she chose it and her mom let her take it to the trip- you don't like it?

-it's okay just that, there will be stairs and I don't want a paparazzi taking photos of my wife's ass, or worse that little thong you're wearing doesn't cover much- she blush pulling her dress down

-all my clothes are already packed in the plane, I don't have anything else to wear- her voice was small and ashamed, even her underwear was chosen by someone else to appeal her husband

- whatever, let's go- he started to walk leaving her inside her hotel room, she trots after him to catch up with him- remember smile, we're a happy couple- he gave her a pair of sunglasses- wear this it's obvious that you cried

She put them on just before the door of the hotel opened, it was so sudden the flash of cameras, the voices yelling, the people pushing her, Sunghoon holding her hand and guiding her to the car, once inside he relaxed all his body.

-it's only for now they'll be tired of us in a week, just now that we're the new they're following us but still just in case you'll have your own security team all the time

And that was it no more conversation, he put on headphones and closed his eyes on the way to the airport when they arrived he helped her to get down the car holding her hand to go to the plane, the stairs were there and she feels hot in her cheeks, Sunghoon removed his suit jacket putting it on her legs so she can go up she smiles at him going slowly covered by him, in the photos they looked like a lovely couple but in the plane was much the same as it was in the car or the hotel, they didn't talk again, he was reading the news on a tablet while eating his breakfast, she did the same in silence without anything to do just looking at the window, the service on the plane was nice she made sure to tell thanks for both since Sunghoon was now sleeping on his seat, she stayed there looking at her ring, beautiful, shiny, probably it cost a fortune but it was obvious being Sunghoon her husband, it was diamond to display.

The crew members informed them that they'll land soon, Sunghoon woke up grumbling fixing himself on the seat, he rubs his eyes before a pretty stewardess came almost running to give him a wet towel to clean his face, Sunghoon placed his hand on her tight pulling her closer to him, making her giggle, y/n was there watching him feeling jealousy how his hand sneak under her skirt touching her toned legs, once she was out of sight she feels the urge to tell him not to do that again.

-Shouldn't we pretend here too? There's people who can see us- she tried her best to not let her voice sound angry

-nah, my little diamond is my favorite in the crew. She knows the deal about you and me, also that we'll only have our time together when you're not here don't worry about that, not gonna do anything when you're near me or my girls- girls? More than one? Was he seriously talking about having an affair with someone when they're married

-but we're… what if someone tells the paparazzi?

-they won't, all my employees sign a confidential arrange they can't talk or sell anything about me, they'll be in jail in automatic, my girls have a especial contract themselves so no need to worry I recommend you do the same for your future partners

She was furious, how dare he have affairs but most importantly, does he think she's a slut to have affairs herself? The voice of the captain interrupted her internal rambling. They're landing now. Once the plane wasn't moving he quickly took her hand, she was confused.

-it’s a private island and the paparazzi will be hiding, it won't be obvious like in the hotel so we can only be ourselves inside the house or the ship, even if we're in the pool or gardens we have to pretend okay- he fix his sunglasses staff- will be only the necessary inside the house we want to appear like a couple who wants time alone, now smile and wear your sunglasses

The door was open and again the flash of the cameras hit her, Sunghoon took his jacket to cover her legs helping her down, she pulled down the dress to cover her bottom, he helped her until the very last step and then into the golf cart that take them to the dock, Sunghoon helped her like if he really cares about her and for a moment she let herself believe that fantasy, her childhood crush is her husband now, she wanted to enjoy this moments even if it's fake, on the yacht he didn't stop being attentive, staying on the deck holding her waist while they sail, he asked for drinks for both taking a sip of his liquor it smelled strong and she took a sip of her mocktail, Sunghoon looks at her giving her a kiss on her forehead patting her bottom softly and playfully, y/n wasn't sure why he was doing it maybe he wants to actually enjoy being married she felt happy.

When they arrived to the island he carried her bridal style making her giggle, when she looks over his shoulder she noticed a boat next to the yacht, with someone else there, someone followed them, the camera to big to not notice, she understood why Sunghoon acted like that feeling that pinch of disappointed on her, the security team quickly took them down to avoid them go deeper into the place while Sunghoon easily walks carrying his bride, now sad she pretend to smile at him in case someone else followed them. Inside the house it was like if they're strangers, Sunghoon parted his own way, choosing his room and not coming out of it all day, she explored the house, took a shower, she ate alone, only having the company of her bodyguard, she had a nap and by the afternoon when the sun sets she wanted to be outside, looking at the sky, she sits on the edge of the pool just putting her feet inside the cold water, shivering she was feeling so alone and it shouldn't be a surprise by now, in this type of life she learned that it's rare to actually have someone to care for you, except for her nannies she feels like nobody cares or loves her. Sunghoon was watching her from his window, she looked completely sad, he feels tired now to go for her, so he just asked for their dinner to be taken to her room so they can eat and have a talk.

When she arrived at her room she was surprised to see him there sitting in the divan while a maid was serving him food.

-take a seat before it gets cold

She obeyed, sitting down and thanking for the food; she started to eat, surprised it was her favorite meal, it tasted almost like her nanny’s recipe, Sunghoon observed her reaction, eating in silence, she didn't know what to talk about or even if she should, once they finished and the maid picked everything cleaning the space.

-the schedule for tomorrow is simple, we'll be by the pool most of the day, did you bring sunblock?- she nods- good do you have bikinis?- she nods again blushing this time- I hope they're pretty… now change while I tell you some things you'll have to do now that you're my wife- she looks at him ashamed

-change like in front of you?- her voice is small and trembling

-yes, do you have a problem with that? I already saw you naked there's no need to act all shy around me- Sunghoon took the bottle of expensive whiskey pouring some on a glass- start, I'll give you a card every week I'll put money on it enough for your expenses and basic needs, anything like luxury items or places out of the budget you have to inform me so I can give you the money and know on what you spent it- she was just standing there- change now I don't wanna lose my good mood- he looks at her frowning- from now on until I'm satisfied I will check your outfits, if I see something not suitable for your new standard you have to have, we're going to get rid of it, when you go to buy new clothes I'll pick them out to make sure my wife looks like a lady and not like those prostitutes at the club hunting men

She feels intimidated by the tone on his voice, she knows he's been drinking since they arrived, she saw the new bottle that now is half empty, his breath smells like liquor and his voice sounds intimidating because is hoarse, she took off her dress while he looks at her burning holes with his eyes on her, she took off her bralette covering her breasts with her arm while trying to put on the pajama top, it was translucent and she probably would have to use a robe on top so he can't look at her, hesitant she slipped her panties off quickly putting the short shorts, she's so exposed even with the fabric on her body.

-now that you're done come sit here- she obeys sitting on the divan putting her legs to her chest trying to cover as much as possible- do you sleep like this always? No underwear?

-feels uncomfortable, my undies sometimes leave marks on me

-all your garments to sleep are thin or in this fabric?

-no, this… someone else chose them for me- his hand was touching the material making her feel hot

-who and why did someone else choose your clothes?

-it's… because… it's my bridal garments, to be sexy and appealing for you… our wedding night needs to be right… everyone… my mom… my mother in law… the ladies at the club… everyone talks about how unattractive I am so I needed to at least try be sexy for you- she rambled feeling her cheeks burn in embarrassment and her eyes about to spill her tears- I know the type of girls you like and I know I'm not even a little like them but everyone told me my job was to keep you satisfied and happy… you spent a lot of money on me so I can marry you so I need to be a good wife- he was amused by how sensitive she was how she was almost crying telling him all of that, how basically she admitted that him and his family bought her from a family with less money

-you think you're a good wife?

-it doesn't matter… it only matters what you think of me, I can't afford a divorce neither my family… I promise I'm well educated on being a good wife

-well I'll judge that these days, but you don't have to cry- he got close to her softly taking her on his arms carrying her to bed- pretty wifes don't cry for silly things, especially because your husband can buy anything you want- seeing her like that switched something in Sunghoon, he noticed with simple tasks how she obeyed without complaining, how she bites her tongue to not say anything about the things she doesn't agree, it was obvious how she was giving him something that he always loved, power, he holds all the power on her just like he does with all the girls he sleeps with- just tell me what you want, I'll check if it's suitable for you and your status and if it's I'll make it come true- she looks at him standing next to bed, her eyes still sparkling with tears

- can you be more affectionate in private with me? That's what I want please?- he was caught off guard, she was vulnerable, in every aspect the money of her family she doesn't have access to, love or affection? she's alone and will be on his house- I don't care about money you can buy me as much or as little as you want just wanna some affection

-little wife is so clingy- she's about to protest when his lips touched hers, it was soft at first until he started to get intense pulling a part- my wife wants to have our first night?- she nods looking like a deer in the headlights- undress

It was a clear order, he didn't even tried to sugarcoat the request, Sunghoon stand up tall and imponent next to her bed, she quickly started to take off her shorts a little unsure to remove her top, her trembling hands finished undressing instinctively she covered her naked body, he pulled her to him taking her hands off her breasts leaving her exposed to him, he cups her face pulling her for a kiss, messy with tongue and hot, it was the first time someone kissed her like that she feels hot, getting wet moaning on his mouth, when he pulled apart his eyes darkened.

-get on your knees- she quickly obeyed looking up at him, he felt himself twitch- go ahead be a good wife and suck me- her trembling hands opened his pants and pulled down just enough to free his member, she looks afraid because it's so big without being hard- have you ever suck a dick?- she shakes her head as no- I'll teach you, open- she did as he said, he smirks taking his length on his hand- tongue out- Sunghoon taps his tip on her tongue- you have to suck, no teeth, use your tongue, like when you're having a lollipop

She did, letting him push his length inside, he grunt and she sloppily sucks making him moan, he makeshifts a ponytail guiding her up and down groaning, he started to thrust inside each time deeper until she gags around him, he smirks pushing her again making her gag and her eyes water, he was testing if she'll tell him to stop at any point but she never did so he started to fuck her face he moaned looking at her face, she looks so innocent, her eyes sparkling with tears, drool on her chin, so helpless totally at his mercy, Sunghoon increased the speed of his thrusts, he was so rough and she feels like crying, why isn't him treating him with care?, Sunghoon didn't stop his member completely hard on her mouth and on the edge of his release, she was holding his thighs trying to push him a little, tears running down her face, her jaw sore and her knees hurting, he cums on her mouth with a deep guttural moan.

-well done, my wife is so good- he smirks pulling her hair to take her mouth off him- swallow everything and show me- she did opening her mouth- get on the bed, on the edge legs hanging from it- she got up doing as he said while Sunghoon took off the rest of his clothes.

She was feeling unsure to keep going, sensing that it's not going to be a romantic first night as a couple, he placed himself between her legs, he popping her legs on his shoulders looking down at her, how she was wet, he chuckled, running a finger up and down her folds.

-what a good wife already wet for me, is all this for me?- he teasingly pinch her clit making her moan and blush- I didn't bring any condoms but you don't mind right?- she shakes her head and he's about to push inside

-wait… - she really wanted to stop but she just reminded herself that she has no choice but to be good for him- can you kiss me please?

-ugh so clingy, we'll work on that later- he holds her hands putting it above her head, pushing inside without any care making her scream in pain- so noisy too- he rolled his eyes leaning to kiss her only to make her shut up.

Sunghoon pushed harshly dragging his hips, feeling how tight she was, he grunt on her lips kissing down her cheek to her neck leaving marks in every inch exposed, he took one of her nipples on his mouth sucking roughly biting making her whimper, her tears run down her cheeks. He was so rough and it hurts so much, she bites her lips trying to stop the noises coming out from her, y/n expected something completely different from her husband, that sweet boy who used to defend her from her bullies at school, the one who always offered her favorite things during dinners and the one who always looked for an excuse to let her leave early at the boring get together between their families, was not here, she closed her eyes just accepting this. Sunghoon thrust inside fast and rough, she was clenching still her body trying to fit him comfortably to minimize the pain, he left her hands free holding her hips so hard it was bruising her skin, he roughly rubbed her clit feeling her spam before cum inside her.

-tiny pussy took me so well, I have a really good wife- he smiles while he pulls out taking whatever is close to wipe himself, dressing only his lower half- night, tomorrow 8 am for breakfast in the garden be ready it might be a photographer near- his voice was so cold it made her shiver, she looks from the spot where he left her sweaty and sticky, the door closed and he not coming back.

Sunghoon left her used and broken, that was it? No kisses, no cuddles or reassuring words, her body hurts but what's worse she feels so dirty now like if she's just one of the girls he sleeps with and not his wife, with the barely strength she still have she took the same handkerchief he used to wipe herself, she noticed his cum mixed with blood feeling more tears streaming down her face, trying to be quiet she dress herself again getting inside the blankets, crying until she couldn't be awake anymore.

Sunghoon looks at his watch, 8:05 am, was he not clear on the time? He takes a sip of his coffee and looks at the maid.

-where 's my wife?

-i'll go for her Mr Park, she must be finishing getting ready- the maid gave a subtle smile leaving immediately

The maid rushed through the house knocking on her door, but she didn't answered, the door opened and she just complained because of the light burying herself on her blanket, the maid got close to the bed seeing the dirty handkerchief and Sunghoon’s forgotten garments.

-Mrs Park, breakfast is ready and Mr Park is waiting for you- her body couldn't move even if she wanted- want me to help you dress I'll go quickly to inform that you'll be ready in just a few more minutes

-no, please- her voice sounds broken- I'm not feeling good, can you tell him that I'm sorry, I don't know what I have

-let me check on you Mrs Park- the maid removed the comforter from her face seeing her swollen eyes and red cheeks, she placed a hand on her forehead feeling how hot is her skin- you have fever, let me go get more people, I'll run you a bath and bring you medicine don't worry Mrs Park

Y/n was thankful that they didn't forced her to be downstairs, especially because added to the pain in between her legs she wasn't sure if she wants to be around Sunghoon today, the maid arrived with a thermometer, a wet cold cloth that she put on her forehead, she rushed inside the bathroom to prepare the tub for her, going into her closet to find something comfortable, finding an oversized maxi dress meant for the beach, getting it ready for y/n, she looks how the maid does everything trying to stop her.

-i'm okay, I just need to rest a little you don't have to do all of this

-oh Mrs Park you're too good for this life, can't you see you're sick?- the maid came quickly taking the comforter off her body, helping her to stand up and walk to the bathroom when she noticed how y/n's legs didn't have the strength to do it- I already asked for your breakfast Mrs Park

-y/n, my name is y/n- the maid smiles with a sweetness she haven't felt in a long time

-I know, Mr Park gave us a list of everything you like, you don't, favorite things, allergies, everything about you, also your nanny sent the recipe of your favorite food so you don't miss home now that you live with Mr Park- she blushed once again the service people were more affectionate with her than her own family including now her husband

-thank you… I'm sorry I don't know your name

-Jinri or Mrs Min it's okay my darling

Y/n let Mrs Min help her, getting in the tub, even helping her to wash her hair, she felt pampered like she haven't felt in a long time, she stayed for a little just enjoying the water while the maids got her bed ready again. Sunghoon on the other hand was furious, looking at his watch seeing how the time just goes but neither his wife or the maid had the decency to show, he got up clearly pissed finding everyone in the house in a rush, all his employees doing something, he stopped one of the younger maids who was carrying bed sheets.

-what is going on? Why the hell all MY employees are doing anything but what I asked?- his voice was stern

-mrs Park is not feeling well- Sunghoon looks at her like if he just insulted him- I'll go wash the sheets so I can remove the blood stain

-what blood?- he very rudely snatched the fabric seeing the red spot on the white- what happened? Is she hurt?

-it's normal Mr Park, sometimes after the first time a woman can bleed, Mrs Park just got a little fever but the blood is nothing to worry about, with your permission, I'll leave.

Sunghoon feels rage, why didn't she say anything last night? He got to the bedroom, the cooker was there leaving her breakfast, the maids making the bed, when they noticed him everyone bowed.

-everyone out- his jaw was tense, everyone rushed out of the room he sits on the bed next to her freshly ironed dress, waiting for her, when y/n came out of the bathroom she froze seeing him there- why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?

-it was something obvious- she holds the towel around her body harder

-why is that something obvious? Care to explain- she can sense how he's containing all the rage he's experimenting

-good wife needs to be pure and untouched for her husband… I kept myself like this for you, so you don't feel ashamed to have a bride that someone else touched… your mother insisted in a clinical exam before all the arrangements of the wedding, they took me to the doctor to certify I was pure for you, it was part of the clauses that I had to fulfill to be your wife- Sunghoon feels more rage on him wanting to break something

-dress now and come sit to eat- his tone was hard so she obeyed, he got out of the room just for a second coming back surprising her- why are you taking so long?

Y/n started to dress putting only panties, her body was hurting and Sunghoon examined every inch exposed, seeing all the bruises he left, she put on the dress, slowly walking to the divan, in that moment the employees came in knocking to serve his breakfast too, the maids smiled at her and she did the same, starting to eat, he was just watching her putting his cold hand on her cheek feeling how hot it is, making her stiffen.

-why you're not wearing a bra? Do you want everyone else to see your tits?- she covered her breasts with her hands even if she's completely dressed

-they only packed one bralette to give you easy access to my body- she said embarrassed- now it's dirty so I don't have anything to wear on my chest… I'll put something after breakfast

-no, I like it, leave it that way- Sunghoon takes a bite of his food- wanna a copy of the clauses you had, and from now on you have to talk about anything about you, if you don't want or like something- he holds her chin to make her look at him- you have a dumb husband you have to explain everything- she hesitates before talk

-i don't like that you left me last night- she looks down to her plate avoiding his face, he still looks and sounds angry- you used me and left me, you called me clingy and noisy… you treated me like a prostitute- she feels like crying again

-you're not a prostitute

-no but you make me feel like one… I was hoping for us to be together and it made me so angry that you have your girls, like the crew member on the plane- she frowns feeling jealous, she didn't even know why if he haven't treated her right- I wanted to be just you and me, for you to not have affairs or cheat on me… but after last night I don't want you to touch me again- she hugs herself putting some distance between them on the divan

-you're my diamond, I married you

-don't call me that… that's how you called the girl on the plane- she feels angry now, but also so deeply sad- you can cheat on me just don't let anyone see you, everyone already think I'm a failure as a wife I'll never hear the end of it if they know you cheated on me

-they’ll talk about me not you, I'll be the one with other woman- he got close to her trapping her between his body and the cushion

-You don't know what it's like? They're gonna blame me for not being enough for you, for being such a terrible wife that you had to find someone else… everyone is gonna talk about me- Sunghoon looked at her and how her face morph to deeply sadness- they already think I'm so unworthy of you it's just gonna be worse

Sunghoon didn't know what to do because deep down he knows she's right, he takes her chin gently pulling her for a kiss, soft how she likes it remembering that she wanted for him to be more affectionate, he gently wrapped his arms around her hugging all her body feeling her body relax and melt on his arms, when he pulled apart he smiles seeing her more now like she was at the wedding easy going even happy.

-I won't do that again- he smiles seeing her only nod- let's get you ready, I wanna swim with my wife

Sunghoon went to the closet choosing a bikini, red, really small and he could imagine her wearing it or packing it thinking in pleasing him, he helped her to take off the dress to put on the bikini, he tied up the strings on her back, getting on his knees so he can slide up the bottom part, adjusting everything around her body, he kiss her tummy on the bruises he left, looking up at her.

-i'll go change, finish your breakfast okay?- she nodded and Sunghoon left her in the room. She did as he said, eating the rest of her breakfast.

Even if Sunghoon didn't properly apologize she was feeling slightly better with him, she waited for him not sure if she needed to be only in her bikini so she covered with a towel, when he came back Mrs Min was following her.

-you feeling better?- Sunghoon looks directly at her

-yes, just that my legs still hurt a little- she mentioned ashamed

-don't worry we’ll just be by the pool all day nothing to extreme- he gave some items to Mrs Min, including her towel and dress leaving her only in her bikini she tried to cover herself with her hands- let's go my little diamond- she frowns hearing him call her like that again

-don't call me that- she cross her arms on her chest offended

-I forgot okay? C’mon let's go- she didn't move making him roll his eyes- c’mon don't be angry for a tiny mistake

-i'm not a prostitute I'm your wife- she was pouting turning her back on him

-I know I won't call you diamond again… what do you wanna be my pearl? my gold ingot?… you want traditional like honey, sweetheart

-nothing- Sunghoon never did something like this, usually everyone only accepted what he called them being completely at his mercy

-don't be like this with me- she was about to protest when his arms wrapped around her waist and his mouth was giving kisses on her neck, making her feel timid- my love, I told you, you have a dumb husband- she moaned at the pet name and his kisses- you like that?- he caress her body kissing with devotion her shoulders and back- you like being my love?- she nods- then that's what you're, my little love- she relaxed letting him touch her and kiss her moaning when he kiss on a sensitive spot- we should stop, or else I'm gonna undress you and make you all mine again.

He turn her around to kiss her on the lips, not so soft this time, a little hungry, he lifts her wrapping her legs on his waist, she hugs him hiding her face on his neck even giving him a kiss there, he walks with her on his arms until they got to the pool sitting with her on a lounge chair, he fixed her legs so she can straddle him comfortably, he lays down watching her, holding her waist so she cannot move, the maid arrived with drinks leaving them next to them, she feels shy because is kinda intimate the position she is in, his hand reach for the sunblock passing it to her.

-Can you put some on me? Please my love- she blush doing as he says rubbing the sunblock on his chest, neck taking his arms to do the same, then she leaned to put on his face- kiss me- she pecks his lips- that's not a proper kiss you can do better- she leaned giving him a proper kiss this time, she feels him hungry, starting to get hard making her pull apart

-don't wanna do it again, still hurts on my… down there- Sunghoon smiles taking the bottle of sunblock on his arms to start putting some on her

-it's okay, besides we're outside I don't want anyone to see my wife in a way I only can see- he rubs her body completely putting it everywhere, legs, arms, breasts, bottom, her back, pulling her to lay on top of him rubbing her bottom and playing with the strings of the bikini- did you pack this bikini thinking in me?- she nods- what were you thinking when you decided to bring it?

-I thought that you may like how it fits in me… but after seeing your diamond I'm not sure if I look good- she mentioned frowning

-i saw her in a bikini it doesn't compare with you right now

-don't lie to me only to make me feel better

-it's true, she's… you know average girl with plastic surgery, nothing impressive but you my love… -she blush hiding her face on his chest- you have this cute little butt- he squeeze her butt cheeks making her moan- and your tits, those perky nipples are so pretty I like to see you naked and with this I can only imagine you like last night, I see you with your red bikini and it's tempting me to take it off

-don't say things like that someone is gonna hear you

-i can't love my wife out loud?- she didn't know what to say, she just looks around trying to spot a paparazzi to justify why he's saying that he loves her, Sunghoon noticed how she's looking for someone around, getting up walking to the pool, she holds onto him afraid that he can throw her in the water

-i'm not good at swimming- he wrapped his arms tighter on her

-well if you're not good at swimming you'll have to hold onto me all the time- he slowly gets inside the water holding her- gonna keep you here safe with me- the water was below his collar bones and he started to undone the strings of her bikini in the back making her gasp

-what are doing?- she's squirming on his arms- someone can see me naked

-that’s exactly why I'm taking it off so you don't slip from my arms- he smirks- you won't let anyone see what's mine, will you?

-no… but - Sunghoon kiss her to distract her removing completely the top part of her bikini, he threw the garment outside the pool she gasped holding him tighter so he doesn't pull apart to expose her

-i like you clinging to me

-it's not fair… what if I wanna go out? everyone is gonna see me

-i'll take you out

-but if you wanna go out and left me here

-i won't, I won't want to be a part from you when you're looking this good- she was about to talk again when he kissed her making her blush embarrassed- you're worrying too much when it's supposed to be our time to relax is our honeymoon- she frowns it was their honeymoon but only feeling like one when he's in the mood

Y/n was overthinking while Sunghoon was just examining her, he playfully started to kiss her cheeks going down her neck, her arms wrapped on his neck while his hands traveled all over her body, touching and feeling her, slowly she let herself go, enjoying how he seems like a man in love of his wife, she holds him melting on his arms sighing with pleasure Sunghoon seems to know her sensitive spots kissing them making her moan.

-can you let me make you mine again? I'll be gentle this time- she was so drunk on him, that all her body said yes but her mind was saying no

-don't wanna be just another girl- Sunghoon kissed her with devotion

-you're my wife not another girl

-but you have all your girls to spend the night with, don't wanna you to touch me after you had sex with other people- he pulled apart from her looking at her eyes- I don't wanna feel like I did last night ever again… and it hurt a lot, not just that part but later it hurt my heart- she's pouting wanting to cry making Sunghoon mimic her pouting too

-but wasn't my intention to make you feel like that, I didn't knew it was something important for you

-it's because you don't love me, you don't see me as your wife just the contract they made you sign

-no, that's not true

-if they let you choose… would you marry me?- Sunghoon didn't want to lie so he just stayed quiet- would I even be an option?

-would you marry me if the contract didn't exist?

-I would- she said without a doubt, making Sunghoon frown since he didn't expect that- I have been in love with you for a long time now, I was so happy when they told me… since we were at school I dreamed that you'll be the one rescuing me, you did it a lot of times when people uses to bully me… now that we're married I like to believe that you like me back sometimes, but at the end of the day I know you were forced to be with me, I'm okay with that… with you liking me a little everyday, giving me affection and love even if it's fake… I just don't want you to use me again, because it hurts when I realize that you don't love me but it's worse when I know you take advantage of that love I have for you

-I don't know what to say to make you feel better

-you don't have to make me feel better, it's not part of your contract… it's only in mine though… Park Sunghoon would take possession of the inheritance lot assigned to the heiress y/l/n y/n, fulfilling his duties within the company, always being her main provider to cover her needs, ensuring that if he's not longer here she'll have a fulfilling sufficient part of the money to live comfortably for the rest of her life- She recited the part of the contract that talks about his duties as a husband- that's the only part of your contract where they mentioned my name or me in general, the rest it's the company or my parents

-yours must be the same we sign the same thing- she shakes her head as a no

-I'm aware that my parents sold me to save their company I'm just glad at least they sold me to someone good… don't wanna keep talking about it, can you do that again?- she got visibly sad, her eyes reflect all the miserable treatment she's been through

-do what?

-kiss me and call me your love… don't wanna keep thinking in this

-oh my little love is needy of affection, such a clingy wife I have

Sunghoon said but there was no tease on his tone, instead was pity underlaying with sweetness, it did made her feel slightly better hearing that and he did as she asked kissing her neck, her cheeks and her lips, caressing her body like if she's gonna break in any moment, he didn't mention anything related to them or the contract, he even made her laugh a couple times, swimming with her on his arms, by lunchtime the maids started to set the table for them, one of them got close to hand them the top part of her bikini she blush while Sunghoon helped her to put it on going out to sit and eat, they talked a very lighthearted conversation about the things she likes, Sunghoon listened carefully smiling softly at her, she felt so complete in that moment.

She didn't wanted to keep swimming so after eating they just lay down on the lounge chairs, he reapplyed the sunblock on her staying there caressing her hair.

-can I have a nap?

-do you wanna a nap love?- she just humms- wanna go inside?

-no, I'm comfortable here

-then sleep, I'll be here waiting for you to wake up, maybe you'll be up before the sunset and we can walk on the beach

She closed her eyes after receiving the permission from him, sleeping laying on her tummy, once like that he started to call his lawyers to have a copy of both contracts and the clauses for her, they sent it to him almost immediately he compared both contracts spending a lot of time writing and signaling everything that was different for both, even he took his laptop to work on it, using his specks and putting all his attention there, he spent a lot of time doing it not noticing when she woke up.

-are you working today?- he stopped frowning seeing her awake looking at him

-no my love, I'm just reading something, entertaining myself while you were napping- he closed the laptop getting close to her giving her a kiss on the head- do you wanna go for a walk? The beach is really pretty here and we can see the sunset

-i would like to go

Sunghoon helped her to put her dress on top of her bikini, kneeling in front of her to put on her sandals, he slipped his t-shirt taking her hand walking to the beach, hugging her from behind seeing the beautiful place, she was marveled, melting on his arms, enjoying this time.

The rest of the week there was more like what she expected, he didn't mention anything about the contract again, since he only find out that she was taken out of the family business like if she's not a daughter of his family, giving him all the power over her finances and overall life, he didn't dig more on the exclusive clauses for her since his lawyer told him only his mom and his family lawyer had the copy of it. On her side she learned more things about him, Sunghoon is extremely organized, he schedule everything from breakfast to going out, he checked her outfits every single day just to make sure she looks appropriate to be next to him, he even match the color of his clothing to look better together, he wasn't much a talker but a listener, and she was glad to tell him about her dreams of the night, what was her hobbies before getting married, things she noticed on the island, things she learned there too, the current book she's reading; she was happy that it feels cozy and domestic being with him like this, and she felt even better when Sunghoon ignored the crew member on the flight back home paying attention only to her.

-I know you're probably tired but today at night it's the annual charity dinner, it's supposed that we go together- he takes her hand kissing the back of it- it will be the first public appearance as a married couple, but if you're tired I'm not gonna make you go

-it's okay I got to rest a lot on our honeymoon

-i'll ask my assistant for a dress that you can wear and something to eat while they do your hair and makeup

He kissed her cheek making her smile, the rest of the flight they just stayed sitting next to each other reading, he was checking some things of work and she was reading a novel, when they land they parted separate ways so they can both get ready, she was in a salon where they did her makeup and hair, her nails, everything assuring she was perfect for him, his assistant arrived with the dress for her to change, she was nervous on the way to the dinner Sunghoon's assistant was telling her the protocol and schedule for the night, when they arrived Sunghoon was waiting for her at the entrance, holding her hand to go inside, he said hi to everyone there, everyone bowed to him.

-you look stunning my love- he whispered on her ear

-thank you, you have a really good taste choosing my clothes and hair

-it doesn't matter what matters is the model, in this case you

He pulled her inside, taking her hand and guiding her to their table, it was a regular dinner where they talked with everyone who got close to congratulate them, Sunghoon entertained himself by talking with one of his partners about business. She excused herself to go to the bathroom to wash her hands while they served the dinner. From there everything happened so fast, her usual bullies and the ones that talk about her in the most harmful ways were there waiting for her, making fun of her little dress and pointing on how she looks cheap even with the money of her husband, then the wine cold on her skin, her dress ruines and she crying running to hide, her bodyguard followed her informing the others what happened following her, his bodyguards got close to him to tell him about his wife.

-i'm sorry to interrupt Mr Park but Mrs Park was attack by miss Lim and her daughters, she's crying now

Sunghoon frantically got up going to search for her, their bodyguards telling him where to go, he found her in one of the empty ball rooms, crying sitting on the floor her dress ruined and her makeup too, the bodyguard waiting for them outside, Sunghoon kneeled in front of her.

-my love what happened?- he cups his face taking his handkerchief softly wiping her tears

-it was an accident

-don't lie to me, I can't do anything about it if... I know who did it and what she said to you... please tell me what happened- she pouts crying more, hugging him, he cradles her shushing to calm her

-they called me a gold digger, that I'm just a broke bitch and my family sold me like the whore that I am- she looks at Sunghoon with her eyes sparkling with tears he pouts looking at her- they treated me wrong and spilled their drink on me, I promise I didn't do anything to embarass you, they approached me and started to call me ugly names

-my poor wife, I know you're my good girl, you're a good wife too... my assistant is waiting for you with a change of clothes so you're comfortable on the way back, go change I'll wait for you to go, okay?

She nodded, they got up from the floor and she followed his assistant to the bathroom, Sunghoon saw her go, going back to the main dinning room, asking his bodyguards to block the entrance so no one can go out, taking a glass of the champagne and getting up the podium taking the mic.

-good night distinguishes people, as you may know I'm newly wed and this is the first time my wife and I come to one of these important events- y/n arrived to the hall seeing him there- you already know my wife, Park y/n, she's the pretty girl by the door waiting for me to go home- the heads turn to her seeing her sad face making her blush- it's really early and I know there's still a long way into the event, this marvelous event about empathy, charity and to provide selfless help to the ones in need, the Park family is deeply rooted to those values as a person, my wife too that's why we're together, along with so many great qualities as a person it's what made me marry her, I adore my wife I'll kiss the ground where she stepped because is holy to me- he takes a sip of his glass making eye contact with her smiling- whatsoever were leaving early on this important night because some people don't know how to behave, some of the guest here have money but non a bit of class or good taste, that why this distinguish ladies on the front seat, miss Lim, and daughters decided to talk down on my wife and not just that with the decency of a monkey they threw wine in her gorgeous dress, they hurt my love and tried to ridicule her, but as a civilized man I'm gonna do things right, so just wait for my lawyer to pay a visit to you, I'm gonna make sure you end up in the ruin after the lawsuit I'm gonna put against you- he smile devilishly- and this be a warning to all of you, if someone dare to even look down on my wife I'm gonna make sure you go to ruin suffering the consequences

He left going straight to her, she was still astonished when he pulled her to kiss her in front of everyone, he wrapped his arm on her waist and she like always did melted on his arms feeling safe, a sense of peace but overall love grew on her chest making her heart feel warm, Sunghoon pull apart taking her hand and leaving the event. On the ride home he talked with his lawyer to start with the lawsuit against the Lim family, setting the details to also buy a big part of their company, when he ended the call she looks at him.

-why did you do that?

-you're my wife I won't let anyone treat you bad for any reason

-it's gonna be worse for me... I'm their trash bin

He was about to deny her but his phone rings, it was his mom scolding him for what he did.

-I remind you that she is my wife, not just anyone, she is a Park and will be treated as such, good night mother I'm tired, I haven't rest since I came back today, I'll see you next week- he hangs on his mom taking her hand to kiss it- go directly to shower I'll be in your room for my goodnight kiss okay? I'll go shower too

She just nodded, when they arrived she was escorted by maids, since it was the first time she was there on her new house, in her room all her things from the house she used to live with her parents were already there, her clothes, her makeup, books, her electronic devices, the maid told her where is her closet the bathroom, the brand new products for her to use, she thanked her before she was alone, she took her time showering when she went out Sunghoon was on her closet picking up her pajamas, he didn't have to tell her since is something he does every morning and night, choose her clothes and check her while she gets dressed, even if she was getting used to him seeing her naked all the time, today it felt different, maybe because he did the same as when they were at school, he defended her from those who hurt her, like that her heart felt more love for him, Sunghoon didn't talk much when he was about to sleep, pulling her for a kiss when she finished getting dress pushing her to bed and hovering over her she responded to his kisses, he pulled apart before it was too much and he couldn't stop himself, he got comfortable next to her holding her on his arms.

-now tell me... How's that you're a trash bin?- she looks at his chest only playing with the fabric of his pajama- who told you that?

-no one... It's just the truth

-how?

-i'm not someone important, I'm just the girl that exists in the background, nobody notice if I'm there or not, only when they want to throw their shit on me, I'm used already everyone always told me I was a beggar because my family didn't have as much money as others, since they know I was gonna marry you they haven't stopped calling me a gold digger, everyone thinks I don't deserve to even breath near you... the wedding day everyone talked about how bad I looked in my dress- she's tearing up- I have always been too ugly, too skinny, no curves, no grace, nothing special... boring and dumb, that's how the ladies at the club call me that's why I stopped going, my parents told me people asked about me sometimes but I'm sure it was only to have someone to talk about... also it's not the first time it's physical, one time at the tennis court they hit me with a racket and throw the balls at me, they cut my hair badly at the salon because Mrs Lim was there and payed for that... the scar on my forearm was because they locked me in the gardeners warehouse and the grass shears fall on me cutting me

-why did you never stop them?

-my family is not that powerful they have more money than us it wasn't an option, I could only accept it, besides nobody believed me when I told them... I'm their trash bin since I'm like six, they used to hit me at school too

-my love- he kissed her softly- never again I'm gonna let something like that happen to you, no one would ever do something to hurt you, like I told my mom you're a Park now and you'll be treated as such- he pecks her lips getting comfortable with her in bed- now sleep

-are you gonna stay with me?

-yes, unless you want me to go to my room

-no, I like you here, I don't wanna feel disposable tonight... Is it too much if I ask to be held all night?

-not at all my love- he pulled her to his chest holding her to sleep together.

It was the first time they shared a bed, but most important, the first time he ever shared a bed with anyone, it felt different, magical even, the feeling of her warmth her body visibly smaller than him, how she snuggled on his arms finding the best position to sleep, it didn't felt suffocating like all the times girls asked him to stay with them, it feels right like if he's meant to be there.

In the morning she woke up, the weight of his arm around her waist was the first thing she noticed, they did sleep together, she heard the maids talking outside her room.

-mr Park is not in his room, what do I do? He made clear the morning routine, the breakfast is on the making, nobody knows where he is, the bodyguards said he hasn't left the house but I searched on his office he's not there

-maybe Mrs Park knows where to find him- the subtle knock on the door and then the slight gap- Mrs Park are you awake? Can I come in?

-yes- her voice was tiny and she felt nervous that they will see her sleeping with him- good morning- she said first seeing the maid astonished looking at the sleeping figure of Sunghoon holding her

-good morning Mrs Park, sorry we didn't know Mr Park was here still sleeping... he asked for your breakfast to be ready by 8, it's almost done

-oh, would you be so kind to bring everything here please?

-no problem the table hasn't been set, we'll bring everything here

-thank you- she smiles from her spot in bed, seeing the maid leave happily

She heard how the maids whispered about Mr Park sharing a bed, one of the maids asking if he was naked, she blushed because apparently it was something big to find them together, it wasn't a long time when everyone was back in the room setting a table and chairs there for them to eat, she moved him a little while he stirred awake.

-breakfast is ready- he just growled holding her tighter- is gonna be cold if you don't wake up, also I'm hungry

-i'm hungry too but hungry for you, wanna eat you- he said in his morning voice finally looking at her, red in embarrassment, he smiles and kiss her hungrily, she pushed him

-behave a little- the maids were trying their best to not look at them doing their work- don't say stuff like that

-why not? You get shy?

-yes because everyone can hear you and see you- Sunghoon finally looked around the room finding the service putting on the table

-good morning Mr Park, breakfast is ready Mrs Park changed it to her room, call us if you need anything- they bowed and leave running

-why didn't you tell me I had public?

-because you didn't let me, and besides you never say things like that just today

-it's because I dreamed about you, it was a nice dream with you making me feel good- he sits with her kissing her cheek- good morning love, now let's go eat before it gets harder to leave bed

They shared this peaceful morning until it was time for him to go get ready, he kissed her goodbye while leaving.

-i'll be here for dinner okay? Can you wait for me till then?- he kissed her at the door

-yes, have a nice day… -she saw him go, a little doubtful and still unsure she said the words she wanted to say to him out loud- I love you - Sunghoon listened before getting on his car, surprised he looks at her blowing her a kiss

She giggled, even if he didn't reply he did something affectionate, she went inside again, getting ready on the outfit he choose for her, she was just on her room spending most of the day there until the maids called for her.

-mrs Park, Mrs Park your mother in law is waiting for you downstairs

She sighed knowing exactly why she's there, she just went not asking questions or talking at all, her mother in law was talking but she didn't pay much attention getting in the car to the doctor.

Sunghoon was at his office solving some things related to her inheritance and how he's supposed to manage her part of the business that legally belongs to him only, he was deeply in thought when his assistant came in.

-mr Park, your lawyer send this document, about your wife's prenuptial arrangement- he looked up from his specks, taking the document- also doctor Lee send this bill related to your wife's surgery consultation

-a surgery? Put doctor Lee on line with me and ask in my house when and with who she left to the doctor?

-yes Mr Park

To say that Sunghoon was furious was so little compared to what he was actually feeling, he talked to the driver that was with her wife and mother to immediately come to his office, he read all over the prenuptial agreement along with his lawyer, when they arrived his mother directly went to kiss his cheek.

-you look good, it was good for you to go on vacation- she sits in front of him on his desk, y/n was still standing behind her not talking at all

-i wasn't on vacation only, was my honeymoon- his mother scoffed

-sure baby, you did a good job making the paparazzi believe that you are a real couple… you go get me a glass of water- her mother in law asked her, she was about to do as she said

-my love come here- Sunghoon extended his hand and she immediately obeyed- he pulled her to sit on his lap kissing her cheek- did you not miss me?

-i did, a lot- her voice was tiny

-why didn't you kissed me hello then?- she pecks his lips making him smile- did you have a nice day?- she nods- are you sure? There wasn't anything you didn't want?- she looks unsure and with fear to her mother in law

-i'm sure it was nice I read a lot today

-why didn't you tell me you wanted breasts implants?

-i probably forgot to mention- she looks down, avoiding his eyes, Sunghoon cradle her like a baby

-I see, so this prenup has nothing to do with it… let's see, point number two body image, subsection b, to accomplish a suitable look to be at the same level as Park Sunghoon the interested will have to undergo all the surgeries that the doctor, choose by Park Ayun, my mother, suggest… the surgeries must be in benefit of the interest of Sunghoon to achive the perfect look for him… anything to say love?

-i want them, all the surgeries so you can like me- she closed her eyes hiding her face on his chest

-i see, haven't you thought that I already like your body?- she looks up at him with hopeful eyes

-please baby don't say non sense

-i wasn't talking to you mother, I'm discussing this ridiculous arrangement my wife was involved without me knowing, what's worse is that this stupid thing mentions me like if it was something I asked

-I know what's better for you

-yeah so let's see… point eleven obedience, subsection a, the interested is obliged to comply with the orders that any member of the Park family can ask for, from housework or personal task and she must accomplish every single one of them with a smile and good attitude since now she's part of a bloodline that will dignify her as a person… what type of bullshit is that? She's my wife not a maid, and even if it was for my service I would never ask for something so stupid like that

-you have to understand that we did a favor buying her and her miserable family business

- enough, we didn't buy her, certainly, she's my wife not an object

-baby we basically picked her up because of that

-no you thought you did, but I chose to marry her, because I like how she is as a person, I don't give a fuck if I gain a company, if I want I can sell it to her dad again

-watch your language I'm your mother

-looks like you're just a stranger, especially because you made this thing without asking me… how can we undone this?-he asked his lawyer who fixed his glasses

-well since is an prenuptial arrangement in which only one of the parts was aware of it can easily be resolved as inadmissible due to lack of mutual agreement, also, since it affects the interests of Mr. and Mrs. Park, who are my clients, I can proceed for perjury with aggravating circumstances to mental and physical health

-you won't sue me baby, I'm your mother

-try me and you'll see

- I don't recognize you Sunghoon, I'm so disappointed of you, your father will know why you did to me

-please escort my mother out- his personal assistant did as he said- now why didn't you tell me about it?- he looks down at y/n snuggle on his chest

-I did… when I told you when we had our first night together, they made me do a clinic exam to check I was virgin, I did it twice first when they wrote this and the day before the wedding

-yeah you told me that but not all the horrible things you sign up for, extreme diet, surgeries, obedience, all of that… listen it's true that I like orden and control but not like that, I will make sure you have a proper diet but based in yummy things just like the ones I ask the cookers to make for us, I'll take you to the doctor if you need it and for regular check ups just like I do for myself… and the thing about your image and me controlling how you look is just because I don't want people to talk about it or look down on you ever again, not because I think you are below me

-thank you- she pecks his lips- for being good with me

-it was true what I said, I didn't buy a wife if it was someone else, I would never ever have agreed to get married, I do like to be with you since school… I think you're really pretty and cute, smart too, you're kind and sweet- she wraps her arms on his neck and he helped her to straddle him

-that means you can fall in love with me? Do I have a chance?- she looks at him with her sparkly eyes

-a big chance- he smiles making her squeak leaning to kiss him, passionately

-i can wait for that to happen, I'm gonna be a super really good wife so you love me back

-you're already a good wife- he caress her bottom giving her gentle pats on it- can we have our marital duties back?

-i still don't want you to touch me after your other girls- she pouts at him

-I'm ending my contract with them… just so you know it's only the one of the plane I don't have more or a lot… I won't see her again, I'm asking people to respect my wife and it would be hypocritical of me to not do the same- she smiles kissing him again

-can you be soft with me? I didn't like it rough, and I want aftercare like kisses or just you staying with me…

-I promise, I'll be better, I'm sorry for being an asshole with you when we first got together… I just don't know how to be committed, I never had anything like a relationship I was free to do anything and when girls asked me to commit I just left

-it hurt a lot when you to left me like that after you took my virginity

-i'm sorry my love, I'll be good for you- he dips his face on her neck kissing her there unbuttoning her blouse- you still wear this lingerie? I think I like this so that's something we'll be keeping- he kiss down her chest- it's appealing to me- he kissed her nipples sucking it even with the fabric there

-what if someone comes in?- her voice sounds more like a moan

-i'll fire them

-but that's cruel… we can just go to our house, I don't wanna our first real time together to be in your desk

-that's a better idea- he smiles while closing her blouse again getting up with her in his arms- let's go my love… do you want me to ask everyone to move your things to my bedroom? We can share and sleep together every night

-i would love too

Sunghoon left his office telling his assistant to cancel everything left for the day, to not call him until he's back at the office next day, he got into his car not taking his hands off her, touching every inch, kissing her with desperation, in the house was the same he asked to no one be allowed inside his room unless he called for them, he left her softly in bed.

-now my love undress- he smiles seeing her happily removing her garments.

This time he took his time with her making sure she was enjoying every second of it, rubbing her clit and kissing her, swallowing her moans, he made sure she was wet and when he pushed inside he just stayed there waiting for her to get used to the stretch.

-are you feeling alright love?- she just nods- I need words

-yes… Can you do that thing on my clit? Feels good- Sunghoon rub gentle circles on her sensitive bud, hearing her moan and clench around him- move please

He started softly, dragging his length in and out, he leaned to suck on her nipples making her scream in pleasure this time, everything was completely different she was feeling like it's the right thing, not like she was forced to, gradually he thrust inside her faster and harder, kissing every inch of skin he could reach leaving marks just that this time it didn't hurt her it made her feel really good.

-i feel like I'm gonna pee- he chuckled seeing her red of embarrassment

-let it go it will feel good- she squeeze his biceps holding as much as she can- it's not pee, cum my love let go you're gonna feel good

She did all her body spam, the feeling washing over her she moaned loud he didn't stopped chasing his own release, she clenched harder around him the sensations flooding her body, he grunt cumming inside her, leaning to kiss her riding their orgasm.

-was it good my love?- he smiles seeing her nod

-i like it so much how it felt- he was still settled deep inside her kissing her cheeks

-i'm glad you like it because now I'm not gonna leave you until you can't anymore- he started to move again not so soft like the first round

-feels funny… I feel really tingly here- she signaled her lower abdomen

-it's your body telling you that it wants more, but no worries I got you love- he smiles devilishly before increasing his pace.

She moaned, screamed and scratched him. Sunghoon put her in every possible position, making her cum so many times she lost count, a white ring already formed around his length and that squelching sound echoing in his room. Her last orgasm surprised them, she squirts without a warning making her red in embarrassment.

-I'm sorry… I didn't knew- but Sunghoon only felt proud on his chest- I didn't knew I can do that- she screamed feeling him thrust harder cumming inside her, she was already crying

-fuck that's the hottest thing I've ever seen, you think you can do it again?- he looks at her, cheeks covered in tears- what happened love? You didn't like it?

-no… I just…- she wipes her tears- I just felt really good it made me cry- he smiles leaning to kiss her, really messy starting to move again, she whimpers making him frown- no more please… I can't… it hurts

-i'm sorry- he cups her face giving her soft kisses and wiping her tears- gonna pull out okay?- he carefully pulled out seeing her spend pussy glistening with her arousal and his cum dripping out of her- fuck… you look so hot my love… gonna clean you okay?

He got up from bed, going into the bathroom taking a wet cloth, he first wipes himself putting on his pajama pants only, going out to her, he softly wipes her cleaning her crotch, she was feeling relaxed and so tired, her eyes barely open, he wipes all over her body giving her kisses in all the marks and hickeys he left.

-wanna a nap please- her voice sounds so tired but happy

-then sleep, I'll be here waiting for when you wake up- he makes sure she's laying comfortably, she's snuggling in a pillow hugging it, he kneels besides bed kissing her nose- sweet dreams love

She fell asleep almost immediately, he covered her with a blanket, leaving momentarily to ask for her things to be move into his room, tomorrow while he works, he asked for the dinner too and to bring her snacks for when she wakes up, he stayed there on his room working in something on his laptop trying to be really quiet he was like that for almost an hour.

-thank you, can you make some more for when Mrs Park wakes up?- Sunghoon was holding his cup of tea while one of his maids was serving him the last drop in the little pot

-of course, would you like me to bring cookies or pastries too?

-that would be so nice, the list says she likes strawberry flavored cake

-with ice cream- her sleepy voice made them look at her

-you heard her, strawberry cake with ice cream please

-right away- their maid smiles at them loving how affectionate they're, going immediately for what she asked

-did you rest well, my love?- Sunghoon just got up opening his arms, she got up quickly running with trembling legs to hug him

-really well… I'm still feeling like jelly-he kiss her forehead wrapping his arms around her- and my pussy hurts

-ow my love is all sore… I'm sorry I think I may just made my way for all those days you denied me- he kiss her touching her still naked body

-i think I should put on clothes before someone else sees me like this

-maybe…- Sunghoon started to kiss her neck pulling her body to his- maybe I don't want to put clothes on you- touching her all over

-no more please…- She gives little sighs of pleasure- I'm still too tired to do it again- he pulled apart

-only because your snack is about to come- he goes to his closet and takes an oversized t shirt coming back to put it on her frame sitting back on his chair taking his tea and offering her a sip- is it good?- she nods, blowing on his cup to sip it again

-May I come in?- the soft gentle voice of the maid resonate on the room

-yes- her tiny voice still sounds a little sleepy, the maid came in leaving her dessert there and pouring some tea on a cup- thank you

They were left alone again and she contently eats a little of her cake, doing a little dance of happiness, giving him a little too, enjoying the proximity and how intimate they got, not just passionate sex but this, moments covered with a certain sweetness that neither one of them thought possible at the beginning.

Maybe Sunghoon didn't love her yet but she felt close to that feeling, to have him for eternity because he would want that not because of a piece of paper. Maybe y/n loved him too much that he had a new sense of comfort with her, it wasn't power over her, it was different, something he couldn't name yet, but at least the feeling made him want to stay like this, like if after all this was the right and only thing to do.

Fin.

I hope you like this, it's my longest fic and finally my bias, I have a lot of ideas for him but idk I'm not sure if y'all would like it.

So this may be new but if you have an idea I would love to hear it, my ask box is open, not sure if I would call request open but I'll try my best to write if you want.

[litomilo]

miss you

billie eilish x reader ⭐

context: just listen to miss you by conan gray!

warnings: angst but happy ending ig, use of y/n, not proof read, im pretty sure i didn't use any pronoun other than "you" to refer to the reader idk

a/n: i wrote this thinking about one of my college classes, one of my teachers said that hate is not the opposite of love, but rather the closest feeling to it that can be found and damn she's so right 💔

You thought you weren't made for love. You weren't made to love or be loved, and maybe you didn't even deserve it. After a few relations and situationships you started thinking that you were a difficult person to deal with. You didn't want to bother whoever ended up falling in love with you — since that was what always happened. So you just pushed them away.

You constantly thought about the strange monotony that love began to reveal in your life. Always the same, but in the end, only one thing changed: if you wasn't hurt, you were the one who hurt someone, consequently hurting yourself as well.

Hurt by unrequited love, by harsh words, maybe by abandonment, or even by the melancholy caused by remembering important memories and unfulfilled promises... Or hurt by guilt, regret, remorse, anguish and so many other feelings caused by having hurt someone, even if it was necessary or what you thought was the best thing to do.

When you meet Billie you felt it all again. You felt happy, special, loved, but then all the possible good things you felt got blurred and momentarily forgotten 'cause of the paranoid.

I'm so hard to deal with, she won't stay.

That's what you always told yourself. But if you leave first it won't hurt that much, right?

After ghosting her for about three days you had several lost calls in your call logs and texts in all the apps possible.

"y/n?"

"did i do something? why don't you answer?"

"look idk what happened but i'm sorry"

"talk to me pls"

You gave her a week, maybe two, to give up and stop texting you. That's what always happens, One day they always disappear and you move on with your life.

You were surprised, what always happened didn't happen. She insisted, kept texting you almost daily for a whole month, sometimes she even knocked on your door, you never answered. She slipped two or three letters through your door.

"hi, it's me, billie, again.

i know you don't want to see me anymore, but i wanna know why, can we PLEASE talk about it? i can't bear the thought of possible have hurt you, that's killing me.

i'm so sorry, please let's talk, just to sort things out, i promise you'll never see me again if that's what you really wants.

i love you so much, i'm missing you, y/n/n."

Fuck.

You couldn't move on. She wouldn't let you do that, or maybe you just loved her too much to let go. That's exactly why you didn't block her at all and spent nights conflicted about calling her, but you didn't want to face reality.

In that one month that passed you couldn't talk to anyone else, you wanted to prove to yourself that you had overcome it, you didn't need her, but how do you do that when no one captivates you or calls your attention, not even for a simple hookup.

"I don't know why... why don't she just fucking give up?" you ask your best friend, in tears, through the phone. they keep quiet for a few seconds, then sigh.

"Maybe it's because she loves you?" they say as if it was already obvious, and it actually was "I think it's pretty clear at this point that she's not like the others, and you still keep pushing her away... You're not only hurting yourself, you're hurting her too, y'know?" you don't say anything, just sob and sniff, then they continue "Call her, you should talk and try to explain yourself, y/n, i keep telling you that pushing people away just 'cause you're starting to get attached is not nice and, as your best friend, i need to tell you that this time you've really messed up".

You didn't want to give in, you were too proud for that, but in one of those nights you just senseless called her, and she picked up.

"Y/n??" you hear her soft voice on the other side of the line, she sounds so worried, she was so worried "Hey, love, are you there?" and that was all it takes for you to break down.

"Come over, please" that's all you could say between sobs.

"Fine, i'm on my way, okay?" you just nod, even tho she couldn't see it.

She stayed on the line all the way, trying to calm you down until she parked in front of your house. You hang up the call and gone to the front foor as soon as you heard her car. When she was about to knock on the door, you opened it, immediately hugging her.

You hear a soft gasp leave her lips, but she hugs you back, her hands finding your hair, stroking it soothingly while guiding you inside and closing the door with her foot.

"I'm sorry" you whisper with your face buried in her hoodie "I shouldn't have pushed you away, but I was so scared"

"Scared? Of what?" she asks confused, her right hand holding your chin gently to make you look up at her.

"Of loving you and I thought you were going to end up leaving me so I just left first" you say feeling her thumb wipe the tears away from your face.

"I would never leave you, i love you, y/n" Billie said kissing your forehead and sitting you on the couch with her "have you pushing me away broke my heart".

"I never meant to, I just... I didn't knew how to cope with everything I was feeling, I thought that pushing you away would be the best but I spent all these past weeks only wanting you" you say resting your head on her shoulder "I'm so sorry, I miss you" she looks at you, her heart clenching at the sigh of your teary eyes.

"Shh, it's fine... It's okay" she whispers pulling you closer against her chest "y'know i missed you too".

[beasangel]

"emptied gun"

⤷ rafe cameron x manipulative!reader | ride or die, toxic romance

💭 “Rafe,” you murmur, “you didn’t lose control. You made a decision.”

summary: after the landing strip incident, rafe spirals. while sarah breaks down, you steady him. you don't see a monster—you see a man protecting his own.

warnings: violence, manipulation, toxic dynamics (they both crazy), outdated gender roles.

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The road hums under the tires. Wind howls through the cracked window.

Rafe is gripping the wheel like it’s the only thing holding him to earth, knuckles tigheted white.

Sarah’s curled in the backseat, sobbing into her hands.

And you? You’re watching him. Calm. Quiet. Controlled.

“I didn’t know what else to do,” Rafe says, voice raw. “She was.. she was gonna ruin him.”

You nod, slow and steady, like you’re trying to calm a dog.

“She didn’t even listen. She didn’t care. I couldn’t let her do it.”

“I know,” you say gently. “You were protecting your family.”

His hands flex on the wheel, a quiet, frantic energy still buzzing through his veins.

“Don’t do that,” he says suddenly. “Don’t say it like I’m crazy. I had to.”

“I’m not saying you’re crazy,” you answer, soft as silk. “I’m saying you were right.”

Sarah lets out a wet, broken noise behind you. “What is wrong with you?” she cries. “He shot her! He murdered her, and you just- what? Don’t care?”

You still don’t turn around.

“She wasn’t going to stop,” you say, low and cold. “You think she would’ve just gone away? She wanted Ward gone. She didn’t care what that did to the rest of you.”

 “She was doing her job!” Sarah snaps.

“And look where that got her.”

Your eyes meeting hers in the rearview mirror, lips curling just slightly.

“You wanna end up the same way? Keep talking.”

Sarah recoils like you slapped her.

Rafe’s shoulders shake once, part laughter, part collapse. “She doesn’t get it,” he mutters. “She’s always been like that.”

You brush your fingers across his thigh. “Let her cry. She won’t talk. She’s too scared to be on the wrong side of a story.”

“She’s not scared of you,” Sarah hisses.

You finally turn, meet her eyes. “She should be.”

You shift back to Rafe. You watch him breathe. He’s still trembling, but less now. Eyes glazed over like it’s all starting to make sense in his head again.

“Rafe,” you murmur, “you didn’t lose control. You made a decision.”

“I didn’t want to-”

“But you did. And it’s done. You can’t change it. So we don’t look back.”

He glances at you. It’s almost like desperation in his eyes. Sick and heavy.

You smile just a little. “You protected what was yours. That’s what men do.”

Then, his breathing picks up again, and his foot taps hard against the gas, twitchy. Spiralling again.

You reach over, pressing your hand to his knee. Firm. Grounding.

“Rafe,” you whisper. “What did your dad say before we left the landing strip?”

He swallows thickly, eyes still on the road. “He said… he said to get Sarah home.”

You nod. “And me?”

His voice drops lower. “You too.”

“Exactly,” you murmur. “He trusted you. He didn’t freak out. He didn’t push you away. He gave you a job.”

“I don’t think he meant for me to-”

“He did,” you say, sharper now. “You think Ward Cameron leaves anything to chance?”

That lands. You see it in the way his shoulders ease just slightly. A sliver of purpose returning.

“He’s proud of you, Rafe,” you whisper. “You did what he couldn’t, what he wouldn’t.”

Behind you, Sarah shakes her head slowly. “You’re insane.” But neither you nor Rafe pay her any attention.

You lean in close, fingers threading through the back of his hair, slow and soothing. “You handled it,” you whisper, lips brushing his ear. “You took control like a real man should.”

Rafe exhales, head tilting into your touch like a dog starved for affection.

And in the rear-view mirror, Sarah just stares, silent, frozen. Watching you cradle the monster she used to call her brother.