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ccsainzleclerc5516 · 11 months ago

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Love Me Again

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: smut

Exes to lovers - this was requested so I hope you like it!!

To be completely honest, Lando doesn't even know what happened that night one year ago. He knows very well that he drank too much, got drunk like never before and that the next day he lost you.

You came to his apartment and found a hair band in the bathroom that wasn't yours. Lando knew whose hair tie it was, but he tried to hide it from you and convince you that it was yours. Of course with that, he only made things worse. The fact that he decided to lie about it hurt you even more.

You threatened to leave him immediately if he didn't tell you what happened the night before and who spent the night in his apartment. It didn't take long for Lando to break down and tearfully tell you that one of his girl friends spent the night at his place after going out. The morning after, he barely remembered anything, but he could have sworn that he hadn't even kissed her, let alone slept with her.

His only fault was that he brought her with him to the apartment and let her sleep there, but even that was more than enough for you to break your heart into a thousand pieces.

You knew which female friend it was. You never even liked her and even though Lando always told you that you had no reason to be jealous, it annoyed you that she was throwing herself at him every chance she got when the two of you were together.

She was too close to him for your liking and then when you heard that she was the one who slept over at his place that night when he was dead drunk, it was over for you.

Lando cried, despaired, begged you to forgive him for months, trying to convince you that for him there was only you, but you couldn't get over your pride and forgive him. In the end, you even believed him that maybe there really wasn't anything between the two of them, but the trust was broken between the two of you and it couldn't be fixed anymore.

Since you two were together for two and a half years before you broke up, you were very close to his family. They adored you and considered you a member of the family. They couldn't believe that you broke up, even they begged you to forgive him, but even though you decided not to, you still remained on good terms with them and continued to hang out from time to time.

And just like that you found yourself on a huge luxury yacht celebrating Mila's third (idk how old is she??) birthday together with Lando and his family. It was a three-day celebration in the small circle of family and for the sake of that you decided to remain calm and behave normally around Lando.

It wasn't easy for you to be so close to him yet so far away. It was even worse for him, but he enjoyed having you around. Of course he tried in every way to reach you, approach you, talk to you, he did everything just to get your attention. From time to time he would succeed, you would find it funny how he tried everything, so you would give in and engage into a conversation with him.

On the last night, everyone went to bed pretty early because they were exhausted from celebrating, swimming and sunbathing for the past three days, but you weren't so exhausted, so you decided to stay in the lounge area of the yacht and be with yourself for a while. The sky was beautiful, full of shining stars and the feeling was so peaceful. You closed your eyes for a moment, but not for long because you were soon startled by none other than Lando's voice.

"You decided to sleep under the sky tonight?" He asked making himself comfortable on the sofa next to you.

"No, I was just enjoying looking at it."

"With your eyes closed?" He mocked.

"What else do you want other than to disturb my peace?" You roll your eyes sitting up from the lying position.

"I was very hot, so I couldn't sleep. Thought I'd come here to the pool to cool off" He says looking at the pool in front of you.

"It's like" You take a look at your phone to check the time. "Almost 1 a.m. and you're going to get in the pool now?"

"Yeah, wanna join me?" He smirks.

"No, thank you." You laugh rolling your eyes at him again.

He gets up from the sofa and begins to remove his shorts, leaving only his boxers on. You were a little embarrassed and you didn't expect him to start undressing in front of you, so you cleared your throat and looked away.

"C'mon, it's nothing you haven't seen before, y/n" He mocks seeing how flushed your cheeks got.

"I'm going to my room, you have fun" You say getting up and fixing your oversized t-shirt that served as your night gown.

"No, come on, stay, keep me company." He pleaded before stepping into the pool. "Please?"

It didn't take long for him to persuade you to stay, because you secretly wanted to, you just didn't want to admit it so you sat down on the edge of the pool dipping your feet into the water as you watched him slowly threw himself in. Diving under the water he swam closer to you.

"You enjoying yourself?" You ask paddling your feet.

"It would be even better if you jumped in with me" He says placing his hands on the edge on either side of you.

"Not a chance" You resist pushing him a little with your feet. He chuckles biting his lip and taking your foot in his hand pulling you to himself a little.

"Lando, don't you dare" You warn him when you feel yourself slide down a little.

"You're not wearing any shorts?" He asks tilting his head to the side to peek under your t-shirt. You gasp quickly closing your legs and pulling your shirt down.

"You're so inappropriate, get away from me" You push his chest with your feet pushing him away from yourself only for to swim back to you again.

"Did you have any fun these past three days?" He asked curiously.

"I did, I have always enjoyed spending time with your family. It was good to see everyone again."

"Even me?"

You stop and sigh softly at his question not wanting to look him in the eye. it still hurts, stings. You'd be lying if you said you weren't glad to see him. You still love him after all, but you're still not sure if you want to forgive him.

"I'd rather not answer that"

He can't hide the hurt look in his eyes after your statement, but he also doesn't want to push you away from him by bringing certain topics up again.

"Well, I'm sorry to tell you, but I had a talk with Mila today and she told me that I am all you talk about. She says it's getting too much even for her to listen to you" Lando being Lando, of course, turns everything into a joke just to lighten the mood. You can't help but burst out laughing at the nonsense that he was saying just to say something.

"There we go, that's the laugh I wanted to hear" You blush at his caring words hiding your face in your shoulder. He takes a risk and places his hands over your knees slowly pulling them apart to stand between them and you surprise both of you when you let him.

"Lando.." You sigh hesitantly when he slowly puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer to him.

"Please, let me" Before you could even ask him let you what?, he pulled you down into the pool with him. You gasped and your skin crawled as the slightly cold water soaked your t-shirt making it clung to your body.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" You were breathing rapidly trying to grab the edge to get out, but Lando pulled you by your waist closer to his body.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay"

"You're completely crazy" Your mouth complains, but your body responds differently to his touch especially when he moves one of his hands from your hip to your leg making them wrap around his torso.

"That's better" He says quietly glancing at your lips. You have to admit you feel a little uncomfortable, especially with his lips less than two centimeters away from yours. You haven't been this physically close to each other in over a year and you've almost forgotten what it feels like to feel his skin on yours. "It's just me" He whispers and it somehow calms you down when you remember that it's Lando, your Lando.

"Lando, you can't do this.." You say, but wrap your arms around his neck hiding your gaze in the crook of his neck. Your gesture encourages him so he hugs you tighter and gently kisses you on the cheek.

"Baby, I miss you so much" Your heart trembles at his choice of words. "I'm losing my mind without you" His voice breaks when you look at him and he moves your hair out of your face. Your fingers make gentle circular motions over the back of his head as you press your foreheads together.

"I swear only hope that one day you'll love me again keeps me sane" He continues.

"I've never even stopped" You quietly confess.

Even if he tried, he couldn't describe the feeling of hearing that from your mouth. He felt as if he had come alive again after such a long time.

He couldn't hold back anymore, everything in him was dying to feel you, to kiss you so he crashed his lips against yours and kissed you the way you kiss a person you love more than your life, but haven't been able to touch in more than a year.

You didn't even think about resisting anymore, you gave in and kissed him back with the same force. He walked with your legs still wrapped around him to the edge of the pool pressing against you with your back against it. His hands quickly slipped under your shirt exploring your body again after so long enjoying the sound of your moans.

"Please..please tell me that no one..has touched you..no one but me" His voice was quivering as he tried to get the question out to which he wasn't sure that he wanted to know the answer to.

Lando was your first. First in everything basically. And he was so proud of it. He loved your innocence and the fact that no one had ever made you feel the way he did. You were all his and that's why he had a particularly strong protective feeling towards you. And he probably would lose his mind if he heard that someone else had touched something that only belonged to him.

"No one but you" You panted making him go feral.

His hands went under your butt gripping it before his fingertips moved your panties aside. He grinded his crotch into yours nibbling at the skin of your neck.

"Lan.." You moaned wanting more, but hating to ask for it. Luckily he knows your body like the back of his hand and knows what you need very well so he slipped his middle finger inside of you. One was soon replaced by two making you throw your head back giving him full access to bite and suck on your neck.

"Fuck.." He hissed as the aching feeling in his cock kicked in desperately needing to be touched. "Baby, I need to feel you or else I'm going to explode" He grunts.

"Let's get out of the pool, yeah? We can't fuck in here"

He lifted you up from the water sitting you onto the edge before getting out of the pool himself. You took off your wet shirt leaving yourself only in soaked panties and a bra. He looked you in from head to toe before pulling you to him and laying you down on the sofa hovering over you.

As he pulled his boxers down and his cock sprung off you looked down at him with a slight concern in your gaze and he noticed it.

"What, baby? Is everything okay?" He asked leaning down to kiss you caressing your cheek.

"Yeah, it's just..it's been a while.." His gaze softened and he smiled pressing a kiss to your forehead to calm you down.

"We'll take it slow, okay?" He assured you. He pulled down your bra taking your tits out and attaching his lips around your nipples and with every passing second of him doing so you were getting wetter and wetter. He then took his cock in his hand rubbing his tip over your pussy up and down a few times hissing at the sensation.

He stopped at the center and felt you getting nervous as your breathing quickened. "It's alright, baby, I know you want this, I can feel how wet you are. I'll go slow, I promise."

He slowly pushed the tip in planting kisses along your jawline to distract you from the pain. He pushed a little further and you squeezed your eyes whimpering and holding your hands against his chest.

"It hurts Lan, it's too big.." You cried out trying to close your legs so he put his hand on your cheek gently caressing it. It took everything in him not to cum right away at you complimenting his length.

"Shh, I know, baby, but you have to let me in okay? We'll make it fit, yeah? Like we always used to" He cooed you pushing your legs further apart. "Just a little bit more and it's fully in. You can take it, love, I know you can."

Little by little and he pushed all of himself in staying still until you felt comfortable enough for him to move. "That's it, just like that, baby, always such a good girl for me" He was so impatient to fuck you, to cum all over or inside you it didn't matter to him, but he decided to take his time with you because he wanted you to feel good above everything else.

Once the pain was replaced by the feeling of pleasure, he started thrusting in deep and fast stretching you out in the way only he knew how. When you felt confident enough you wrapped your legs around his torso to push him even deeper.

"Does it feel good?" He asked and you nodded. "This reminds me so much of that time I fucked you on the couch in my parent's house."

"Ohh, Lando” You moaned.

"Where anybody could've walked in on us and see me pounding you from behind. Fuck, you have no idea how much this turns me on.." He groaned.

"I missed all of you, missed fucking you, feeling you squeeze my cock, playing with your pussy, oh" His words were coming out as broken sobs struggling to last as long as possible. "I feel you clenching are you almost there, love?"

"So close"

"Yeah? You're drenching my cock baby. You're so tight, fuck, I'm gonna cum in seconds."

"Ohh..yes yes, ahh"

"Oh shit baby.." Once he saw you slide you hand down to your clit and start playing with it, he lost it. His body shuddered, his cock twitched inside you and he came undone. He kept moving slowly until both of you rode out your orgasms.

When both of you came to your senses he started hugging you and kissing you as if you were going to run away every second. You leaned your head to the side and watched him smiling.

"So..does this mean you're mine again?" He asks tracing his fingertips over your collarbones.

"It does not, but" You emphasize. "If you try a bit harder maybe you can change my mind"

"Understood. Let's get you cleaned up for round two then"

"Lando, that's not what I meant…”

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venuswarmlight · 15 days ago

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Goddess! Reader x caitvi

Warnings: smut at the end, really rushed. Not proofread.

It happened like a miracle, a magical dream come true from the old books placed in the Kiramman house. When they found you, they knew they were struck by cupid.

It all started when during a mission, the dynamic duo found an abandoned Museum, a colossal treasure in ruins due to time and weather, something so destroyed but at the same time hiding a delightful secret.

The first one to notice was Vi, when they started stepping into the bricks and collecting the remains of what were beautiful sculptures decades ago, a breeze that placed its hand right beside her, on her shoulder, and a soothing whisper “You should not be here.” A vibrant yet peaceful aura and that ethereal voice made her quickly turn around, her powder blueish-eyes prepared to confront a monster, a witch, everything but the body of a feminine representation, very much taller than her, with the most delicate ornament and jewelry displayed all over your body in the right places, that woman was too stunned to speak, she definitely knew you were not a common creature.

“Who are you?”She said, her husky voice resonated in the landscape, her echoes vibrating on the droplets of water falling down the vines and falling on the moss, she stepped back, completely mesmerized by your presence. Her gauntlets let out vapor that broke the suspension in the room, you didnt flinch, just answered with a mellow tone “Do not be afraid.” You whispered, following by your name, her curiosity grew intense in her heart.

Caitlyn wasn’t the exception, when she found the two of you talking, both sat down on a block of broken concrete, surrounded by vegetation and nature. The blue haired girl had at first very resentful thoughts about you, but when you spoke to her, she instantly understood. How could she not give herself to you?

And with that, they extended the case, just so they could go up that hill and sneak between the ruined structure, just so they could see you. You exchanged likings, stories, and fluttering moments that wrapped both of them in your singular charm. For you, they were nothing but another experience, humans and common species used to come and go whenever they wanted, with the time, you grew more distant and mature about them, but Caitlyn and Vi were different. This time you were starting to feel… Mundane things, unknown feelings that you thought disappeared lots of centuries ago.

Caitlyn fell first, your knowledge and wisdom instantly enveloped her in an obsessive attraction, making her blush and laugh more often when she was around you, finally letting herself have a little fun and rest when you helped her choosing and structuring her strategies and plans in her work, your intellect and ease to solve extremely difficult cases lighted up her heart, slowly falling in love with you, despite the fact that she denied it at first for respect to her girlfriend. But it wasn’t too much time later before Vi also started to feel the same, romantic butterflies flew around her stomach whenever she was with you, her confident personality totally screwed over when you two were talking, basically making her feel like a high school girl. You could be so adaptive to both of their needs and interests that it was almost like you were a third complement, not just another option or some funny thing to spend the time with.

You started getting more comfortable around them, letting them guide you over the town and inviting you to places you didn’t think you would be able to enjoy. For the first time, you felt imperfect and alive, and the security they provided was more than enough to make you fall in love with them. Even if you knew that soon they would probably forget you. At some point, you started neglecting your divine duties just to open a space for them, something that could bring consequences later.

Finally after six months, they realized they could not keep hiding this from themselves anymore, leading into a discussion.

“It just happened, cupcake, m’sorry.” Vi said, while holding the other’s hand, thumb slightly rubbing against her skin, trying to console her.

They were both laid in bed on their sides, face to face, inches apart. Caitlyn’s eyebrows furrowed, thoughtful, it’s not that she wasn’t okay with it, it was just weird to her. As someone who had only seen traditional relationships in her life, it was hard for her to accept the situation, she loved Violet with all of her heart, and all of what she has done was only to love her, but her suggestion was something she was hesitant of. She never shared, and she is quite possessive of what’s hers.. But there could be an exception.

“Don’t worry, darling. I think.. I agree with you on that.” Her words made Vi raise her eyebrows, surprised and amused by her reaction. “I have never done anything like this before, are you sure you really want this? Do you think she feels the same about us?”

“Y’know, I don’t have a problem with having a third, wouldn’t change anything between us. M’ pretty sure she has done this before, or she could know about this stuff, so why not?“ She answered, getting closer to Caitlyn, her eyes connecting deep to hers, she added “Take your time n’ when you’re ready, say the word.” She smiled right next to her lips, before kissing her passionately, her hands hugging her waist and pressing her body close to hers while the giggles filled the bedroom.

Caitlyn didn’t really wait long until their makeout session finished to tell Vi her final decision, the pink haired girl could not be more satisfied.

When the moment came, what they thought would be easier became actually more complicated. You were a goddess, you couldn’t love and commit to them the way they wanted to, just because of the fact that you couldn’t. Gods don’t do that. A wave of sadness rushed across both Caitlyn and Vi’s bodies, a gut wrenching feeling that transformed into a sigh of relief when they heard you negociate with them. “You have become the first thing I think of when I come down from the heavens, and the last thing I remember in my dreams, but if your hearts are truly devoted, I shall not end the bond.”

And it was more than enough. You had no arguments about it. You decided how it would be. And it would remain like that, just so they could keep you a little more. What started simply as dates in the midnight ended as you transformed into a fully human being, living human-like experiences and behaving like a human with them. A world where you could hide from the heavens and the sky, not caring about anything else.

You realised you were more than fucked when you gave in to them, fully.

Caitlyn’s moans where displayed all over the room, her chest raising up and down as she saw literally stars and the heaven itself because of your artwork with your mouth, your tongue flipping and lapping on her folds, lips sucking and biting her clit just to drive her closer to the edge, your hums sending vibrating waves all over her arousal, making her squeeze your head between her legs and pull your hair close to her sensitive skin. “Right there, god. Now I—fuck, understand why you’re so experienced, mmm.”

An amazing view for Vi, who was praising and worshipping your body from behind, one of her hands roaming all over your body, hugging your breasts and leaving purple prints on your hips that would disappear instantly, her fingers knuckle-deep inside your walls, pumping and curling in your wet softness, memorizing every inch of your skin and every reaction of yours, how you arched your back everytime she spoiled that spot too much, how you muffled her name in Caitlyn’s core, it send shivers down her spine, encouraging her to get you over and over again to your limits, her dirty talk always making you squirm and squirt everytime. “S’good for us, look at that, ffuckk… You’re creaming all over my palm.”

Two bad bitches at the same damn time. 🤞🏽

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maiyz · 1 month ago

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partners

summary: 2 miscommunications result in relationship… college au and not proof read

pairing: megumi x fem!reader

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megumi was always the type to never talk about his personal life. when the professor paired him with you for a class project, he didnt think anything off it. however, when he said “were partners” to you, he wouldnt have expected this.

you misunderstood.

thats not all.

when megumi said “partners” you thought he had meant something more, something romantic. it didnt help that he had been acting more relaxed around you, so you had thought you just missed the memo. mainly because megumi would never talk to you about his feeling. you started being more affectionate by calling him “baby” or “babe” in conversation, lesning on him more in study sessions, you remember his coffee order—not that its hard to forget. a black coffee.

megumi was confused but didnt want to make it awkward, so he kept his thoughts to himself. after all, you were just being friendly, right?

you and nobara went to the cafe near campus after classes one day, talking about everything. until you said, “me and megs are dating you know,”

nobara didnt miss a beat. just smiled and nodded, taking a sip of her overpriced latte. “oh, nice. didnt know you two were official now.”

“yeah, we didnt want to make a big deal out of it.” you replied. in reality, you didnt know, and megumi doesnt make a big deal out of anything.

nobara, remembering all the times you were lovey dovey with megumi in front of her, didnt question you at all, she was happy to accept it. you and megumi were dating.

later that week, nobara couldnt resist but bringing it up to megumi. she strolled up to his usual table in the student lounge, where he was on his phone like always.

“so, wanna go on a double date now?”

megumi looked up, confused. “i dont want to third wheel with you and maki.”

“you wouldnt be third wheeling anymore though, right?”

“wait—what?”

“yeah, yn already told me, you dont have to hide it.”

“what did she say?” megumi asked.

“that… you two are dating? she said you had been dating for a while?”

“no, thats not-“ he was cut off by nobara.

“listen. just say you dont wanna go, you dont have to hide your relationship from me yaknow? like i said, yn told me. talk to yn about if you dont feel comfortable about going, if not… then be at *random sushi place* by 8!”

nobara walks off, not being interested into talking with megumi anymore.

megumi didn’t even know how to process it all. he had no idea how to clear up the misunderstanding, and now nobara was convinced that you two were dating. he just hoped you weren’t too serious about it.

megumi just stared at the spot where nobara had stood, feeling a heavy sigh leave his chest. since nobara seemed so confident about it all, maybe they were and he just missed the signs?

megumi got ready for the double date group hang out.

it was 7:00 pm. nobara had insisted over text that he dress “decently” for this, so now he was standing here, debating whether his usual black hoodie was too casual.

he didn’t even know why he was putting so much thought into this. it was just nobara, maki, and—

his eyes flicked to his phone. you had texted him earlier, something short and sweet—although anything from you is sweet.

are you gonna come megs???

it shouldnt have made his stomach flip, but it did.

he sighed, ruffling his hair.

yea sure

“this is just a normal hangout,” “just dinner.” he thought to himself.

still, he switched the hoodie for a plain black sweater, something a little neater.

when megumi arrived at the restaurant, nobara and maki were already seated. you were beside nobara, chatting happily, completely at ease.

when you spotted him, your eyes lit up.

“megu! you made it” you said, scooting over slightly, making space for him next to you.

megumi hesitated before sitting down. something about the way you said his name made his face warm, its obviously just the temperature in the restaurant though.

(its not.)

nobara smiled. “look at him, actually on time.”

“barely,” maki added, sipping her sake.

megumi rolled his eyes but didnt argue.

he glanced at you, noting how close you were sitting. maybe it was just his imagination, but you seemed comfortable. very comfortable.

“so,” nobara started, resting her chin on her hand, “hows dating life treating you two?”

“its great!” you said before megumi could speak, smiling at them before turning to megumi, eyes full of warmth. “right, megs?”

megumi mumbled an agreement before trying to hide his red face in his hand.

nobara nodded approvingly. “figured. you guys always looked like a couple anyway.”

maki smirked. “yeah, megumis the quiet type, but we all knew you would end up together.”

he looked between them, waiting for some sign that this was a joke, but they were all so casual about it.

they actually think you two were dating.

he was going to ask you “are we actually dating?”

but then you reached for his hand under the table, lacing your fingers through his without hesitation.

his heart nearly stopped.

“hes just shy,” you said, squeezing his hand gently.

nobara grinned. “yeah, yeah. hes lucky youre patient.”

everyones entree arrived swiftly after that.

you squeezed his hand again, looking up at him like he was the best thing in the world, something in him settled.

yeah. you were his partner. you had been all along.

he just hadnt noticed.

i wrote most of this in class then wrote the other half like 9 hours later… so it might not make any sense lolol

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htaesan · 23 days ago

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　ᅠ ✿　ᅠ BEFORE YOU GO 　　────　ᅠ ( sim jake )

𝓹recis ⠀ : ⠀time is running out. jake leaves for brunei at sunrise, and you still haven’t told him the truth: you’re in love with him. with memories pressing in and emotions running high, you only have this as your one final chance to speak—or live with the silence forever.

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　　　ᅠ 　　　ᅠ BEST ENJOYED WITH .. clueless by regina song!

　　　ᅠ note ᅠ from ᅠ 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈 ! ᅠ hi @yuons this is for you! i hope this wasnt too angsty for you jun... and hey! debut jake fic >:) i havent finished the jay and taesan one that i promised to post saur that will come soon hopefully. anyways, enjoy ~

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YOU play with the edges of the bandaid, hanging for its life onto your finger. You bite the bottom of your lip, and you stop yourself from doing it again—the cycle repeats itself for quite some time.

“You look like you’re about to vomit,” Jay’s voice rings in your ear, and it shatters your thoughts. You sharply eye him. He walks past you and into the kitchen, handing your mother the kimchi he’d cut up—originally, your mother had asked you to cut them for her, but after injuring your finger while mindlessly thinking about the future, she changed her mind.

“I’m not,” you hiss at your brother, who in return just laughs.

Jay ruffles your hair before walking back to the living room. “Whatever you say.”

You don’t say anything in reply.

You feel the humidity clouding the kitchen, the steam rising from the pot of budae-jjigae that your mother is mixing. You turn to help your mother sprinkle in the green onions, unable to contain your emotions longer if you continue to watch your brother and his best friend laughing together in the living room.

The smell of grilled meat and savoury broth fills the house, and the sound of laughter coming from the living room makes the atmosphere feel kind of comforting.

It’s always been that way.

You, Jake, and Jay—being with your older brother and his best friend always had been what you pictured home to be.

After finishing up the stew with your mother, you walk towards the living room to get Jay to help you set up the table.

“Jay–”

Jake’s eyes meet yours.

You freeze, and it hits you—tomorrow, the laughter that you dearly love wouldn’t be echoing in your house anymore.

You remember the moment everything started: the night two summers ago, just you and Jake in the quiet of the night, stars sparkling over the soccer field.

HE had found you sitting alone there, hugging your knees as the winds rustled past you.

You were too busy crying to notice him slipping his hoodie, warm and worn, over your shoulders. You didn’t even notice when he got there, and how he settled himself so naturally and comfortably next to you.

“You alright?” he asked.

You sniffled, nodding. You couldn’t look at him, slightly embarrassed by the way you probably look ugly with the ruined makeup—instead, you let the cold winds sting the salty tears out of your eyes.

“Thank you for coming, Jake.”

You heard Jake exhale heavily.

The school auditorium lights had been blinding, but that wasn’t enough to hide the evident empty seats on the third row. The ones you’d reserved for your parents and Jay. A last-minute work thing. A fever. An “I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

You didn’t blame them, but it hurted.

You smiled, of course. You were always good at that.

But just before the curtain rose, someone slid into the aisle seat at the very end, slightly out of breath, hoodie halfway off his shoulder.

Jake.

He gave you a thumbs-up and an exaggerated wink as the spotlight found you.

You widen your eyes, and forget your next line for half a second.

And now, it’s later, and you found yourself away from the people celebrating backstage. You didn’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this—but you desperately hoped that your parents and Jay had come to watch your play. This was something you worked hard for, and it took a big leap of courage for you to be able to do this. You loved being in plays and acting, but being on stage wasn’t something you looked forward to.

Jake smiled softly. “You absolutely killed it,” he said, smoothly putting a can of iced tea into your hands. “Especially the part where you dramatically died on that cardboard battlefield.”

You laughed, and you felt warm against the cold autumn night.

“You didn’t have to come, you know,” you said after a while.

“Yeah, I did,” Jake said, quieter now. “You said it was important to you.”

You turned to face him, ignoring the way your mascara ran down your cheeks. “Jake…”

You didn’t know what to say, and you didn’t know what to do about the obvious butterflies fluttering in your chest.

And Jake didn’t say anything either, despite his usual chatter. He simply smiled.

“Keep that hoodie, you’ll need it.”

“Y/N? You okay?” Jake asks, and it pulls you back into the present.

Jay gets up from the couch. “Yeah, what’s up?”

You quickly shake your head. “Nothing! Um- just- Jay, mom called you.”

You let Jay walk past you, your eyes still glued to Jake. Realizing that Jake would probably notice you being weird, you immediately take a seat next to him.

“Soooo,” you begin, hoping that the conversation flows naturally. “You nervous?”

Jake chuckles, leaning back. “Me? Nervous?” he flashes a grin to you, and you bite your lip in an attempt to contain your heart’s acceleration. “Not a chance!”

You narrow your eyes at him.

“Fine,” he admits, “a little. Brunei’s far.”

“Yeah,” you whisper.

And you’re leaving me behind.

THE dinner goes well—you hope. Your family and Jake had always been close, and you’re sure your parents see him as one of their children by now. He sat next to Jay, and you couldn’t look at him—not without tears welling up in your eyes.

You hate how he’s going away.

Why can’t he just go to an army camp or whatever here?

You miss him already.

“Why do I always find you out in the cold by yourself?”

“Jake?” you turn sharply upon hearing him chuckle. You’re sitting on the stairs in front of your front door, staring at the starry night sky. He closes the door behind him, and sits down next to you, his breath visible in the air.

Jake slips the leather jacket he’s wearing on your shoulders. “At this point I think I’m going to have to give you my entire wardrobe, Y/N.”

You huff, hitting his chest, but it’s not as hard as you used to do.

“I’ll miss you.”

It slips from your tongue so effortlessly, it’s like you’ve never held it in all these years.

The look on Jake’s face is something you’ve never seen before.

“I’ll miss you too, kiddo.”

A heavy wave of disappointment washes over you.

“Kiddo”?

Does he hate you or what?

You narrow your eyes, a poor try at masking the tears in your eyes. “You see me as just a sister, don’t you?”

“What?” Jake breathes.

The two of you sit there, knees touching as you stare at each other wide eyed, realising the weight of your words.

“You’re so clueless,” you sigh, pressing your lips together.

Jake grabs your shoulders before you can turn away. He makes you face him, his eyes swirling dangerously with some kind of emotion you’ve never seen in him.

Suddenly, you find your voice, along with your courage, stuck in your throat.

“I’m not,” he states, his voice shaky by the end. “Tell me. Tell me, Y/N.”

You laugh sheepishly, turning your head away. “What are you talking about, Jake? I–”

“Y/N.”

The desperation in his voice is now evident, and you find yourself eye to eye with him again.

“I…”

“Tell me, Y/N. I know you’re hiding something, and I don’t know why I feel so curious that I want to know before I, well, leave.”

You stare at Jake, who’s right in front of you, his breath warm against your face. He’s still holding your shoulders, his grip tight like he really doesn’t want you to pull away.

You’ve loved him since forever. You’ve watched him grow up with you and your brother, and slowly, you watched him be the person you want to spend forever with.

You and Jake are like best friends, soulmates even. There were times where Jay would complain that you and Jake have better chemistry than him and his own best friend—and you can’t help but admit that. You know of all the things that happen between you and Jake—the lingering glances, the inside jokes, and the way you’re both open with each other. You weren’t afraid to tell him anything, but one.

Your feelings for him.

You’re comfortable, basking in his affection for you in the name of Jay’s little sister. But now, after receiving the news that you won’t be seeing for a long while, you’re growing uneasy. What if you never have the chance to say your heart’s content ever again?

“Jake,” you call out, breathless.

“Yeah?” His voice is as quiet as yours.“What’s up?”

“I… I love you.” your voice cracks. “I just… needed you to know. Before you go.”

The world around you fades into the background.

Jake’s frown softens, and it melts into something that you can’t read. He stares at you like he’s seeing you for the first time. His grip on your shoulder loosens, and his hands fall to his side.

“Y/N…”

You don’t even realise the tears streaming down your cheeks until Jake leans forward, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You really know just how to perfectly mess up a guy’s goodbye, huh? Your brother’s best friend at that, too.”

You let out a laugh, despite your tears still raining down your face. “I didn’t want to regret, you know, not ever… getting it out there.”

Jake puts his hands to your side, caressing you softly with his thumbs. He looks up to the sky, then back at you again. “I don’t know what’s waiting for me over there. But if—when—I come back…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t have to.

Jake presses a kiss to your lips, warm and steady. It’s short, but it’s enough to catch you off guard. Enough to tell you what he feels.

“Take care of your brother,” he says after pulling away, “and take very good care of yourself too.”

“I’ll try, I promise,” you nod briefly.

“And… text me. Call me. Whatever,” Jake continues, his voice cracking.

You smile, nodding and tears begin to mess your face up again. He pulls you into a hug, long and tight, and when he lets go, the warmth lingers for a while.

Your tears don’t stop even when it’s time for him to leave.

“See you later, Y/N,” Jake says, caressing the top of your hair. The two of you ignore the looks Jay is giving.

You smile softly.

Then Jake is gone. And you stand there, the light of the street light brushing over your face, heart beating out of rhythm now that he’s away—not quite broken, not quite whole, but alive.

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Pairing: Terry Richmond × Black OC (Ayesha) Mafia fic

Warnings: Minors DNI!! Threatening, break-ins, arson, violence, guns, knives, kidnap and hostage, Mentions of murder/attempted murdee, crime, Mentions of blood, use of the n-word, knife-play, creampie, unprotected sex, oral (f-receiving) smut...lots of it. Short enemies-to-lovers(?)

Summary: Terry Richmond tries to get revenge on the family that is said to kill his cousin Mike. After the first two failed attempts, Terry sought to finally succeed at the next attempt. After all, third time's the charm, right?

A/n: Please read the warnings!!!

The first time Terry Richmond broke into Ayesha’s home, he nearly burned it to the ground with her in it. The big-eared pyromaniac purposefully poured a trail of gasoline from the living room to Ayesha's bedroom and lit it all up with some matches.

She managed to leave through her bedroom window just in time to call the fire department. And they arrived just in time to salvage the majority of her important belongings, sadly, the same could not be said for the home. Renovations would've cost too much time for her and it wasn't considered safe anymore. That day, Terry Richmond did not only create a fire on the land that Ayesha owned but also sparked a flicker of rage within her.

The next best thing would be an apartment, Ayesha's social relations did not make going to the cops an option (even though most were in her pocket). Having a cartel leader of a father had its perks, unfortunately that came with a risk to her safety.

Despite the discretion that apartments offered, she believed that there was enough security that limited the possibility of unwarranted visits.

Until Terrence Richmond broke into her home for the second time. His dullard self didn't think to wait long enough until Ayesha’s defenses were lowered just enough for him to attack.

Her paranoia urged her to treat a knife like a secret lover as it laid comfortably in her bed just underneath the pillow, enclosed tightly in her hand. The second time Terrence Richmond broke into Ayesha’s home, he left with two stab wounds, one on his abdomen, the other on his leg.

That was also the day she got close enough to look him in the face, and at just the right moment, with just the right amount of light, Ayesha swore life looked back at you when her eyes met his, despite the deep mug that dug into his face. Earthy pools of green, blue and touches of brown are all she caught a quick glimpse of. That was the day Ayesha questioned a little too often, just who the fuck was disturbing her peace.

Weeks passed since Terry's second attempt, and while that should have settled Ayesha's heart, she knew better than to believe she was out of the man's radar.

That much was figured out at Terry’s third attempt, when he again, assumed that Ayesha would be sleeping away on her bed for long enough before he took her with a silencer.

But Ayesha was ten steps ahead, and with her obvious luck, Terry had run out of his. Ayesha had been preparing for her parents’ charity gala for the new year that night, yet her attention was grabbed at the soft sound of beeping from her phone. Seemed like the man who wanted her dead had triggered her sensors.

Ayesha had just enough time to turn off her bedroom light and hide in her closet before Terry stealthily walked into her room with a gun pointed straight ahead, Ayesha couldn't help but marvel at his skill, for a man so big he was soft on his feet.

She couldn't help but wish she had left the light on so she could spot the confusion in his eyes when he noticed the empty bed in the middle of her bedroom. She didn't dwell on that long enough though, she instead took that moment to pounce on him.

Gun pointed to the back of his head, Ayesha quickly cocked it back and took it off safety before going straight to giving orders. “Put the gun on safety and throw it on the bed.”

Terry followed instruction, obviously in a vulnerable position, he didn't dare do something that could jeopardize his life. “Leave your hands in the air too.”

Ayesha reached her fingertips beneath the wool of his black balaclava, pulling it off his head. In hurried steps, she walked around Terry, leaving enough distance between them so she could have enough time to shoot if he attacked.

“Shirt off.” Another instruction she gave, which Terry also obliged to, couldn't help but to smile slightly because what was her game plan?

The patch on his stomach confirmed that he was, indeed, the person who had been trying to kill her. The red stain in the middle of the gauze let her know that he didn't bother waiting to heal before attempting this third attack.

“Pants.” Ayesha pointed to his legs with her gun. Terry tilted his head with a vicious mug on his face, one that would've had her thighs clenched together if he wasn't trying to kill her. It didn't take good lighting for Ayesha to know the man was something dangerous in the looks department, his size did more than enough.

When she noticed his reluctance at following her instructions, Ayesha sighed. She ordered him to put his hands behind his head before walking closer. With her gun pointed right under his chin, she looked right into his soul-snatching eyes. “You try anythin’ funny, I'ma make a new chandelier with your brains. My trigger finger always happy, so don't test that.”

Her other hand busied itself with patting his waist down to check for weapons before it began unbuckling his belt. Terry couldn't help but smile down at her, her eye contact was heavy and persistent. “Tryna get blood all on your white ceiling?” Terry asked, boldly playful.

“I don't mind it, red's my favourite colour.” Ayesha smiled sarcastically before pulling his belt out the loops of his pants. Then she unbuttoned the pants, undid the zipper before the sound of fabric hit the floor.

Another gauze on his leg, at the exact spot she stabbed. Yeah this was definitely him.

She ordered him to grab her vanity chair and pull it into her closet before he sat. With only the closet light on now, Ayesha got a perfect view of his face. It was a struggle to tie him up while trying to ensure he doesn't attack her. Although Terry had many opportunities to attack her with the chances of success, he didn't attempt to, he only kept a cocky smile on his face like he knew something she didn't.

Terry could account for the comment about red being her favourite colour. Her lips were painted in cherry red lipstick that looked delectable against her brown skin. Dressed in a, once again, deep red bustier dress that had sleeves draping off her shoulder, exposing just the right amount of cleavage.

She tied some rope from her closet around the whole length of his body until Terry winced from the burning friction of the rope on his skin. “You into bondage?” he asked, the corner of his lips lifting in provocation.

“Only if you like it too.” Ayesha responded with a fake smile, pistol still pointing at his forehead. “Enough chitchat, nigga. Who the fuck are you, and what you want?”

Terry only shrugged, smile still yet to fall from his face. Ayesha tried not to let his nonchalance worry her, just who was she dealing with and was this a dance she wanted to partake in.

Just as she was about to continue her interrogation, her doorbell rang and echoed through the entire luxury apartment. With a pointed look, she tilted her head before putting her gun back on safety then slipped it between her breasts. “Well, looks like we gon’ have a sleepover today. I trust you'll behave?”

It was rhetorical, that much was obvious to Terry, but he couldn't help but turn it into banter. “Well you ain't been hospitable, so I can't make no promises.” He began with a smile as he watched her reach for a ball gag in a black box that sat isolated in the corner of her closet. “But then again, you got me tied up real good, can't say I'll be able to misbehave.”

Ayesha rolled her eyes before she tied the gag around him. “Can't be hospitable to unwarranted guests.” She murmured once the gag was secured. With a final look she backed up from the closet and offered a small smile. “Well, stay put. I'll be back before you know it.”

Ayesha closed her closet door behind her, she remembered to grab his gun on her bed with a towel and put it in her safe before leaving her apartment.

Out on the hallway, her driver waited patiently. “Sorry about that, Ray. Had to take care of a lil somethin’.”

“All good, miss, everything alright?” Ray asked with a pointed look, his dreads framing his face as he looked down at her.

“Just peachy, let's head out.”

Domén Nwa was an extravagant events hall. Owned and built by an influential black woman by the name of Dalan Moise, Freddy Stount couldn't have found a better venue to host his annual charity gala. Despite him being morally questionable, uplifting black owned businesses and black people in general had been his goals for many many years. He wore that badge proudly under the name Pro-Black.

“This looks so beautiful, My Love.” The voice of Ayesha's mother filled her ears as she walked closer to where her family stood. Picture perfect as others would see, but her family hid their wrong doing well, why else would her father be hosting this gala. Generous people were never suspects.

Anaya Stount, a woman who aged like fine wine and loved wholeheartedly. Ayesha never once wondered why her father worshipped the ground the woman walked on, the woman was deserving of many luxuries. She was the first woman that Freddy practiced his generosity on.

“It is, ain't it? Dalan did well.” Freddy responded as he looked around the hall filled with high-end people.

Classical music echoed through the hall as Ayesha reached her parents and greeted them both with tight hugs and cheek kisses. “Hey mommy. Dad, everything looks amazing.” Ayesha complimented the place as she looked around.

“It does, doesn't it? Ooh, there's Shay. That woman ain't bring back my Tupperware. I'll be right back, love.” Ayesha’s mom kissed her husband on the cheek before turning to her daughter. “We gon’ catch up later, Dolly. You look so pretty, baby.”

Ayesha and her father laughed at her mother, there's nothing that women held precious that her Tupperwares.

Freddy cleared his throat and turned to his daughter. “When were you gonna tell me your house was burned down?”

Ayesha sighed, not nearly as prepared for this conversation as she was before she came here. She knew it was only a matter of time before her dad found out about that. “I was gonna tell you today, dad.” She explained while she scratched the skin between her thumb and pointer finger.

“You were supposed to tell me the day it happened.” Freddy countered sternly. When the fire was broadcasted on the news, he identified Ayesha’s house straight away, and his worry peaked when she didn't answer his phone after a few tries.

“Well I made it out in time.” Ayesha smiled at people who were passing by, not wanting to seem suspicious to other guests from the tense conversation. “Besides, there's more that we need to talk about. After the party though. You know where Briana is? I need to talk to her.”

Freddy huffed at his daughter before telling her where her sister went. Ayesha followed his direction. Up the spiral stairs of the hall, Ayesha pattered her feet towards the smoking lounge.

The room smelled of weed, and Creed perfume. “Now you know daddy don't like you smokin’ that stuff.” Ayesha stated as she moved to stand a few feet away from the tall woman.

Briana Stount, a woman of grace and intention. Only rarely did she do something she did not want to. She always stood tall and poised, and the confidence of her footsteps clacking in heels always wavered the confidence of those around her.

“You of all people know I don’t really care what that man like or don’t like.” Briana countered after blowing out the smoke from her mouth. She turned around and smiled at her younger sister. “You look so pretty, Dolly.”

Ayesha cheesed at her sister and walked over to her to wrap her in a tight hug, not caring about the smell of weed anymore, she'd just drown herself in perfume again. “Thank you BriBri, you look the prettiest.”

Briana offered her gratitude for the compliment before they detached from their hug. Ayesha reached over for the blunt in her sister’s hand before ashing it out. “You and daddy still beefing? Thought y’all smashed that.”

Briana rolled her eyes before she shook her head. “Let’s not. Please and thanks.” Briana waved a dismissive hand before looking at her sister with a more stern look, “Let’s talk about the fact that somebody tried to kill you.”

Ayesha winced at the confrontation. “About that… I may or may have not caught and tied the nigga up in my closet.”

“Say what now? And he still alive?” Briana asked with a frown.

“Well, yes. We gotta find out why he tryna kill me, Bri. What if there’s a bounty on my head we don’t know about?”

“Ain't nobody stupid enough to mess with dad like that, this gotta be somethin’ personal. Have they said anything yet? Does dad know ‘bout this?” Briana began pacing, her fingers threading through the thick strands of her afro.

“No and no. Daddy is a kill now, ask never kind of man, I’m tryna get answers.” Ayesha countered before grabbing her phone in her purse. “Besides, I’ve got a surveillance system all over the apartment.”

“Even in your closet?” Briana frowned at Ayesha with a small smile.

“Yes, after the first attempt… I wanted to be safer.” Ayesha countered before opening her home security system, flicking through different rooms. “Now we can watch and make sure he’s-”

When her screen filled with an image of her closet, her heart sank to the floor. Right there where the chair was… where Terry was supposed to be, sat tangled red rope with no man in sight. She changed to check her bedroom’s camera, his clothes which she had left on her floor were nowhere in sight either, but what made her heart sink even lower was when she noticed her safe wide open, right where she locked his gun along with hers.

“Ayesha!” Briana shook her sister’s shoulder, shaking the woman out of her spiraling. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s not there… he was supposed to be right here. There on the chair… and he’s not. He took his gun.” Ayesha rambled on as she pointed at the screen where Terry was *supposed* to be. She was hyperventilating. If he knew the code to her safe that means he must know where she is now, where her family was.

“This is exactly why I don't want you wrapped up in Dad’s shit.” Briana cursed under her breath, “Okay, calm down. Let’s… let's get you outta here and get you somewhere safe, this will probably be the first place he comes to.”

Ayesha practises her breathing, long inhales and deep exhales to slow the pounding of her heart. Her hands trembled at her sides and for the first time, since Terry’s first break-in, she was actually scared. There was so much more to lose now, there was her entire family and their image at risk. Regardless, she nodded at her sister's words as the older woman ushered her out the empty room.

“You go find Dad or Ray, someone who’s got a gun on ‘em and stay there. I’ma get the car ready and text you to leave so we can get the fuck up out of here.” Briana urgently ordered once they've reached the hallway.

Ayesha nodded, the confidence she had when tying Terry up was now slightly cracked and shaky. Just who was this man? She watched as Briana hurried down the hallway before she disappeared out of sight. Ayesha took in another breath before she stalked down the empty hallway herself.

“You know, for somebody who claims to be into bondage. You are really bad at it.”

A baritone filled her ears, one that had Ayesha freeze in her steps. She turned behind her and there he stood. Tall, menacing with an abstract smile on his face. “It's okay though, there’s plenty of time to teach you.” Terry added, the top row of his teeth peaking out his lush upper lip.

“The fuck do you wa-” Ayesha began before she was interrupted by the sound of a cocking gun. One that looked too familiar, not because it was Terry’s gun… but because it was hers.

“Walk with me? Noticed a beautifully decorated balcony out there. Nice and private.”

The walk to the balcony wasn't long, but with every step, the hallways seemed to stretch longer and longer as Terry walked behind Ayesha with the gun pressed to her side.

He led her outside, hand gripped firmly at the back of her neck as her silk-pressed hair flew back with the gush of wind that hit her face.

The breeze should have helped cool her nerves, but her body burned as though the gun had already been shot and a bullet pierced skin.

Terry lowered his head, and he spoke a few words that rattled Ayesha's whole world.

“You gonna tell me everythin’ you know about Mike Simmons. Don't omit nothin’.”

Ayesha swallowed the lump in her throat before she straightened her posture, making sure to keep her breathing level. “How the fuck you know Mike?”

It was a messy question, one question that gave answers to many that weren't asked. Terry frowned at it because it seemed personal, too personal for a murderer.

“Don't get shit twisted, I'm the one askin’ the questions. Now,” Terry urged as he pressed the pistol deeper into her skin, causing Ayesha to wince slightly. “Answer me.”

Ayesha stayed silent. Although Freddy Stount was her father, he was a crime boss before that. He put every single family member, even his wife, under oath. You live by the gun, you die by his.

“Oh you don't wanna talk?” Terry walked around her, her neck replaced by her jaw as he gripped it tightly, forcing her gaze to meet his. “It ain't just your life at risk, baby. What, you thought I'd just let your sister go?” he threatened with heavy breaths.

Ayesha's heart thumped faster than when she first got into trouble with Briana. They had snuck out for a party during their teenage years which recklessly led to Ayesha being lost on some rich kid's private road. Briana spent the entire night looking for her and they both spent the entire morning getting lectured by their parents when they got back.

However, that predicament did not compare to this, one of them was actually in danger now, a situation of life and death and at that moment, Ayesha could give any less of a fuck of any damn oath.

“What you want to know?” Ayesha asked in a shaky breath, making a mental note to tell a lie as close to the truth as possible just to throw him off.

“You tell me. You're the one that killed him.” Terry spoke lowly, his eyebrows only digging deeper dents into his forehead like the ones his fingers were digging into her jaw. Veins popped from his neck as he struggled at controlling his breathing.

Just muttering those words sent his mind into a frenzy. Mike was still young, still had a lot of life to live, only for it to be taken by power-greedy capitalist criminals.

Terry was so into his head that he didn't even notice the way Ayesha frowned. Except this time it wasn't in pain, or even fear, but it was in confusion. As if Terry spoke of something taboo.

“K-killed?” She stuttered as Terry's hand unknowingly moved from her jaw to her neck. Her hand was wrapped tightly around his wrist. She tried to speak but her airways were cut by the taller man's strong grip.

It wasn't until a few seconds after that Terry let go of her that Ayesha sputtered gasps and coughed out, forcing oxygen back into her lungs. He kept a vigilant grip on the gun however, pointing it at a breathless Ayesha, urging her to speak.

Once she caught her breath, she spoke words that shook Terry's core.

“Mike isn't dead.”

Mike worked for Freddy Stount. And while Freddy wouldn't call Mike his right hand man, the older man didn't trust anyone else like he trusted Mike.

Like Ayesha, Mike's affiliation with the cartel leader meant his own life was at risk. Hence someone tried to kill him and pin it on none other than Freddy Stount.

When Ayesha told Terry that Mike wasn't dead, he didn't want to believe it until he saw his cousin with his own eyes. And when he did, nothing he believed made sense anymore.

They held a funeral for him, everybody back home believed Mike was dead. Gunned down doing Lord knows what in the middle of the night. Only for him to be alive, breathing and on the run from whoever was trying to kill him. Trying to beat the race of death.

Ayesha claimed to be trying to figure out who tried to kill him. Other than Briana, her father and now Terry, no one else knew that Mike was still alive.

Terry demanded to be a part of the investigations, and while Mike didn't want Terry to have parts in this, Terry told him to shove it.

And that's how Ayesha now lived with the man that tried to kill her, right there in one of her guest bedrooms, with his hands cuffed to the headboard for her safety.

The first few weeks of them trying to ‘crack the case’ was filled with tension in the apartment. Briana had to stop Ayesha and Terry from actually killing each other with how much they argued.

If Ayesha didn't have a knife to his neck, then Terry had a gun to her head. Ayesha's apartment had become a new safety hazard.

So much that Briana once left them mid-argument, having had enough of the whole cat and mouse game they played while risking each other's lives.

And despite all that, Ayesha does not know how she ended up in this position.

Back against the wall as she hung on his shoulders with his head between her legs. Terry had her dress bunched up around her waist as he became acquainted with the taste of her arousal.

She had just come back from a friend's birthday party. All hell broke loose when she saw a dirty bowl in the sink and used that as an excuse to decompress all her frustrations onto Terry.

One moment she was screaming in his face, and the next Terry was eating her out like he hasn't eaten in months.

“Oh my God.” She gasped in breaths as her hands held onto his head as he shook it from side to side.

Terry had his eyes on her while he ate away. Some of her juices ran down his chin and got caught onto the hairs of his goatee.

Ayesha nodded down at him, muttering chants of praise in small whispers. “Yes yes yes yess.”

And Terry's tongue wanted to do nothing but comply with her need to cum. That and the face that he wanted her to rain on him, shower him with all she had to give or whether the fuck SWV said.

He suckled her sensitive bud of nerves into his mouth. Switching between languid and intentional flicks of his tongue and smooth suction of his hollowing cheeks.

Terry Richmond was a giver, and with that came him being a sloppy eater. But contradictory to that, he didn't dare leave a trail of arousal from Ayesha. He made sure to slurp up everything that leaked from Ayesha.

“Fuck. I'm gonna cum, Terry. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum.” Ayesha warned in hurried moans as she tapped his arms.

Terry hummed against her pussy, his grip on her waist tightening just enough for Ayesha not to fall off as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

Ayesha’s pussy squelched as her juices leaked out of her and Terry mashed his tongue against her sopping mound.

Ayesha threw her head back as she chanted how much she adored his tongue, how great he was treating her. So on and so forth.

Terry landed soft kisses on her pussy and occasional licks that had Ayesha pushing his head back with a hiss. “Mm-mm. Can't.” Ayesha muttered.

Terry sent one last kiss before helping her off his shoulders. “Sweet ass pussy.” He grunted as he settled her onto the ground.

He looked down at Ayesha as she awkwardly looked around. “You good now?” He asked, still making sure that Ayesha was still backed up against the wall, forcing her to look up at him eventually. “Attitude gone?”

Ayesha couldn't help but look away after looking at him for too long. She slipped away from his proximity, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth. “I need to freshen up.” She murmured before disappearing into the hallway. “Wash your face, Terrence.”

After she cleaned herself up, showered and dressed in a nightgown, Ayesha was ready to retreat into her bed, call it a night and prepare herself for the dread she would feel the next day as the reality of what she let Terry do to her body crashed down on her.

Sat on her vanity chair, she did a portion of her skin care, too inebriated to do everything as she usually does.

Ayesha's calming thoughts were disrupted when her door clicked open and in walked Terry with his brooding and unavoidable presence. She sighed softly, put down her serum with a heavy huff as she looked at him through the mirror.

“Something wrong?” She asked with a raised brow.

Terry took slow, menacing steps towards her. Soft on his steps yet heavy in her mind, she couldn't shake him off even if she wanted to.

He had his bottom lip caught between his lips, shaking his head no at her question. “Mh mm.” He emphasized with a hum.

“Need something?” Another question, however, this time it was breathy because he was a few meters too close for Ayesha's resolve.

This time he nodded his head, the corners of his lush lips curved upwards. “Yes ma'am.”

“How can I be of assistance, Terrence?”

He was right behind her now. Bent his waist low enough where his nose grazed the skin of her neck as he kept his eyes on the mirror in front of them. “Could start with droppin’ the formality.”

“Can't do that.” Ayesha shuddered as she felt his breath on her neck. “Formal is the base of our-”

“Then follow with only speaking when asked a question.” Terry interrupted, landing a swift kiss on the hot skin between her shoulder and neck “Think you could do that?”

Ayesha frowned, she sobered up after her shower, but Terry's words were jumbled in her head, a long stream of disjointed letters that flowed too fast to create a sensible thought in her head. “W-what?”

“That's not an answer, Ayesha.” Terry urged, keeping his eyes on her through the mirror as his teeth nipped at the skin on her neck.

“Yes.” A simple answer that showed she understood, but it wasn't an answer that Terry was satisfied with. Ayesha could tell by how his lips detached from her. Her skin suddenly felt cold, and it froze when she noted the intensity of his stare.

“Yes, Sir.” She corrected.

That elicited a hum from Terry, his hands worked skillfully on her chest, massaging her full breasts, her nipples caught between his thumb and pointer. Terry occasionally applied pressure on the hardened peaks, earning a surprised gasp from Ayesha.

From her chest to her waist, then her thighs. Terry lifted her nightgown. Deep red sat beautifully on her skin, and he swore the colour had never looked better than it did when Ayesha wore it.

“This okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Want me to stop?”

“No, Sir.”

She had no panties on, because Terry’s fingers made contact with warm slick when he nudged his hand between her legs. Her thick thighs were perfect hand heaters.

“Mm, she was just hungry wasn't she?” He asked with a deep laugh, one that scratched Ayesha’s ears pefectly. “Got you screaming at everythin’ and everyone.”

His fingers rubbed slow, intentional circles on her hardened bud. Ayesha's hips bucked and she let out a broken whimper. More of her juices flowed out her already sopping pussy.

“Mhm, look at how she crying.” He slipped a single finger inside of her and began slow thrusts, curling his finger to find her spot. “It's okay, Daddy’s got you baby.”

Terry spoke to Ayesha’s pussy like it was an actual person, and it spoke back through the sound of squelching noises filling the room.

Ayesha threw her head back when he slipped in another finger and his speed quickened. With his free hand, he threw his fingers through her sweated-out silk press from her shower. “Keep your eyes on the mirror.” He ordered while Ayesha flooded his hands with her arousal.

Ayesha obeyed, looked at herself as her face contorted to an expression of pleasure. Brows drawn together and lips shaped into a small ‘o’. “Ooh shit shit shitttt.” She drew out as their eyes connected in the mirror.

“Pretty ain't you?” Terry teased, let out a soft laugh when Ayesha attempted at clenching her thighs together to deter his movements. “Mhm. Fucking pretty. The prettiest baby.”

They moved to her bed bench, right in front of her full body mirror. Ayesha was assured that Terry had a voyeurism kink, but she couldn't dwell on that thought with the way she was so full of his dick.

There he sat, legs spread with Ayesha sat between them. Her hands held onto his thighs as she rode him like her life depended on it. “Fuck. So big, so big, so big.” Ayesha whined as she struggled at focusing on the task at hand. Keeping her eyes on the mirror.

“I said sit on it, Ayesha. Sit on this dick.”

Terry wanted to fill her to the hilt. Which sounded impossible. He was already so deep, and the stretch was still taking some getting used to. She lifted herself off his lap to relieve herself of the heaviness of his dick.

But Terry wasn't taking that, his grip on her hips tightened as he helped her slowly impale herself on him. Her pussy tightened and she unwillingly threw her head back. “Fuck fuck fuckk. Wait.”

But Terry wasn't listening, especially not with the way she clenched around him. “Sidong pon it, all di way.” He coached, groaning when he felt her tighten even more around him. “Mek mi go in, Ayesha.”

“I can't-.”

“Yuh can.” Terry interrupted, as usual, before he sent kisses down the length of her back. His hips began bucking slowly, gathering her cream around its thickness, some of it connecting their bodies together every time she rose.

The way he spoke to her, accompanied by the accent and the way his tip kissed her cervix was more than enough to have her cumming. She couldn't muster up the

“I'm cumming. I'm cumming so much, oh my God.”

“Keep it comin’. That's it, pretty girl.” Terry coached her with practised ease, as if he has seen Ayesha in this position time and time again. Like watching himself rock up into her was a normalcy, like feeling her drown his dick was something she regularly did.

Ayesha clenched around him, her walls tightening enough that her pussy whispered at Terry, told him not to leave, to stay just where he was and continue delivering the precise and deliberate thrusts that helped her ride out her orgasm.

She spasmed, her thighs trembled as she tried to keep them closed. Ayesha gripped at Terry's muscular thighs as her head fell backwards, her hair flowing in Terry's face. Silk press now thoroughly sweated out by the roots.

She let out incoherent gibberish and let in heavy breaths to make sense of the way someone as random as Terry had managed to make her react this way to the way he touched. As if his dick siphoned something yet to be unleashed from her, along with the cum that dripped down both of their skin.

“Look at her. So pretty, creamin’ on this dick so good.” Terry grunted as he kept his eyes on where they connected.

Terry sent a much too audible smack to Ayesha's ass that had her recoiling from his touch. But she'd be lying if she said it didn't make her pussy leak with more need.

“Get your ass on the bed,” Terry began, lifting her off his dick, causing the both of them to wince slightly. “Gonna wear that ass out.”

And he couldn't have been more accurate. Terry held Ayesha up by her hair, his fingers threading tightly through the frizzing strands.

His eyes were stuck on her ass, watching waves ripple on the skin as his pelvis slapped against her supple flesh. Ayesha was thick… thick as fuck and Terry couldn't hide his admiration for her body.

But he had to focus, because Ayesha clearly didn't give a fuck about the knife Terry held to her neck with his other hand.

Turns out Ayesha hadn't stopped sleeping with the knife under her pillows after finding out Terry wasn't exactly an enemy. Terry found the knife under her pillows while he had her head pinned to the mattress as he plowed into her.

One thing led to another, and now the blade of the knife grazed the thin skin of her neck while he held her body up by her hair.

“Focus Ayesha. Keep your head up baby. Shittt, c'mon.” He moaned as he watched her throw her ass back on him, giving back the energy he gave a tenfold.

“I'm tryin’, I swear I- oh my fuckkk.” Ayesha cut herself off, tears streaming down her face as she let out quiet sobs. No dick should feel this good, fuck splitting her pussy open, Terry was damn near intruding her mind.

Would she be out of her mind if she told him she loved him? That didn't sound so bad with how fucked out she was, not with the way Terry's calculated thrusts made home in her soul. Put his initials on that shit and call it his. Had no value without his name on it.

“Try harder, do better Yesha. Or you want me to stop?” Terry slowed down his thrusts as he asked.

Ayesha immediately shook her head, waited until she could take in a heavy breath before splattering a bunch of senseless begging. “No please please please, I'ma do better.”

Terry smiled slyly at her mumbled moaning. He lifted the knife from her neck, replacing it with his hand. He pulled her up, had her back arching away from his torso, her head tilted backwards so they could make eye contact.

From her neck, the cold steel of the knife traveled down between the valley of her breasts while Terry kissed the side of her face, getting a whiff of the smell of her Jasmine perfume mixed with sweat.

“This dick feel good?” Terry whispered in her ear, his strokes so painfully slow Ayesha swore she could cry.

Ayesha nodded her head as best as she could. She kept her eyes on him, brows furrowed, jaw falling open with her lashes wet with fresh tears.

The sound of her squelching filled the room, which did little to settle the faucet between her legs.

Terry wasn't satisfied with her silent response. He clicked his tongue, angling his hips where he dug her out so perfectly it had Ayesha mewling. “Uh-uh, say Yes Terry.”

“Yes Terry.” Ayesha whined back immediately, would do anything if he kept fucking like he was now. Slow, long strokes that would have her cumming her claim on his dick. Signed, sealed and respectively hers.

“Mmh fuck yeah.” Terry moaned, and dropped his head on her shoulder, pace still slow and intense. “Now say Yes Daddy.”

“Yes Daddy, yes yes yess.”

“That’s what I'm fuckin’ talking ‘bout.” Terry kissed all the exposed skin his lips had the honor of meeting. “Now fuck Daddy back, put that ass to work.”

And Ayesha did as told, couldn't help but be such a good girl for him.

Terry threw the knife on the floor, reached his hand between Ayesha’s legs, his fingers finding her clit, covered in both of their mixed cum from their previous orgasms. He rolled perfect circles on the swollen ball while he sucked hickies on her sweat covered skin.

“You gon’ nut with Daddy?” His voice was the perfect scratch to her itch. Ayesha loved the way he talked her through everything. Nut after nut was filled with him whispering nothing but filth and praise into her ears. “Show his dick how much she love him?”

“Yes Daddy. Dick so fuckin’ good, so good. Fuck fuck fuck.” Ayesha stuttered, nails clawing at the skin of his thighs while his pace quickened.

The movement of his hips was very sloppy. He was close, but so was Ayesha. She was already dripping onto the sheets she was sure wouldn't be revived with a simple washing.

Terry saw white spots in his vision, his hand let go of Ayesha's neck. He watched her fall onto the bed, instantly gripping the sheets and sobbing into the mattress.

“Fuck I'm cumming.” Terry announced, both his hands gripping on Ayesha's hips, pulling her towards his dick as he fucked into her with precise intention, coaxing her realest put of her.

“Oh my God.” Ayesha gasped, her stomach twisted in a way she had never experienced before. She reached a hand behind her and attempted to push Terry away to deter his movement. “Fuck, hold on. I- shitt.”

Terry couldn't bother himself with listening, not with the way her pussy was milking him dry. He had his head thrown back, lower lip caught between his teeth as his brows furrowed. “Fuck yess, baby. Just like that.”

“Daddy's cumming.”

And Ayesha felt every single vein of his dick as he twitched inside of her. She felt the pulse of his thickness when he spilled inside her, painting her walls white with his nut and rutting his hips into her.

Ayesha squirted right around him too, her juices spraying around his pelvis and her ass. Their pleasures mixed inside Ayesha's hot mound while she sobbed into the sheets.

Their orgasms rode out as they both watched their breath. A pregnant silence fell in between them, Ayesha still clenching the sheets in her fingertips to ground herself.

Lrt out a soft wince followed by a whine when Terry slipped himself out of her, feeling overstimulated yet uncomfortably empty now.

It wasn't long until she melted into the lush sheets when she felt Terry's wet muscle in between her pussy lips. Slurping away at their mixed cum. “Oouu shit.” she hummed lowly, hand reaching under her to caress his head. The tips of her fingernails scratching against his scalp gently.

“Mhm. Pretty ass pussy.” Terry mumbled as he pulled away, licking his lips to catch the beautiful concoction of both their cum. His hand made a sharp contact with her pussy before flipping Ayesha over to lay on her stomach.

He fit his body between her thick thighs, planting short and deliberate kisses on her lips, hand cupping her jaw before he slid his tongue against hers. He sighed against her lips.

Ayesha hummed at the taste of them both landing sweetly on her tongue, their lips molded together as if it were one of reconciliation. It was sloppy and noisy, but importantly filled with a passion they were both too tired to defy.

After a few extra pecks, Terry lifted his head, pulling away slightly to catch some air. “You good?” Terry searches her eyes intently, eyes switching from eye to another.

Ayesha nodded her head with a small, serene smile. Her eyes low and her breathing still a little rapid.

Terry squeezed her hip in warning, his eyes cutting low into hers, coaxing Ayesha to fix her mistake. “What I say?” Terry began with a vicious frown that almost had Ayesha clenching her thighs with him between them. “Say Yes Terry.”

And immediately she knew where she went wrong without him having to say anything, still the correction made her chuckle lowly. “Yes, Terry.”

Terry hummed in approval, sending kisses along the length of her neck and massaging her thighs and waist. “I'm ready to get back up in there.” Terry’s words muffled against her sweaty skin. “Come sit on it again.”

Ayesha rolled her eyes, and shook her head at his damn near impossible request. It hadn't even gone past ten minutes and he already wanted to get back into it.

Ayesha didn't know how they got to this point, but she had a feeling this wouldn't be a one time thing. So much for trying to catch Mike's killer.

“No, I'm tired and sweaty and I need another bath.” Ayesha spoke, her fingers grazing the sides of his waist. Terry landed a few more kisses on her plump lips, not wanting to hear the rest of the sentence.

“Which is why I said sit, we not gonna do anything’ else.” Terry attempted to justify with a sly smile and a deep chuckle.

“I don't believe you.” Ayesha muttered, yet still she shimmied herself from under him, positioning his sticky tip at her entrance as she hovered over his sweat covered, chiseled body. Adonis-built motherfucker.

“I’m tryna fuck the attitude outta you.” Terry claimed, his brows sinking as Ayesha slid down on his dick. “Gahdamn, wet as fuck.”

“Mm shit.” Ayesha moaned, her hands landing on his chest to ground hold herself up. “You already did that.” she croaked at the stretch, “Fat fuckin’ dick. Oh my God.”

Terry hummed, watched her hover the few inches left. “Well this is the readjustment,” He stuttered before his hands naturally landed on her hips and ushered her further down his dick. “I said sit. No mek mi repeat miself.”

Ayesha was damn near sure that was his fourth attempt at killing her, except this time… he could actually succeed.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 3 months ago

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Apple Pie Life

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: angst, threat of divorce, tired of coming in second

Summary: While Dean is out there saving the world, you’re back at home with your daughter wondering if you’re ever going to see him again or if he’s alive. There comes a point where you just can’t do it anymore so you bring up the one thing that will definitely destroy your relationship. Will Dean accept it or change who he is for you?

Square Filled: “So you think I’m broken? Fix me. ‘Cause I’m no quitter.” (2021) for @spnquotebingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

Alyssa crawls under the covers and hides her face, and you go tickling her to see where she’s at. Her giggles bring a smile to your face but you’re still so sad about your whole situation. You remove the covers from her head and smooth back her frizzy hair.

“Are you going to go to sleep this time?” you ask.

“Maaaybe,” she sings.

“Go to sleep and maybe I’ll make chocolate chip pancakes in the morning.” You kiss her head. “I love you, snugbug.”

“I love you too,” she grins. Her two front teeth are missing, but you can see the adult teeth peeking out from her gums. You get up to leave but her next words stop you. “Where’s Daddy?”

Just like that, the happiness is gone. Your heart cracks at her questions because you truly don’t know where he is. You don’t even know if he’s alive. Still, you can’t tell that to your six-year-old, so you tell her something that will bring her comfort.

“He’s with Uncle Sam right now.”

Good. Keep it vague.

“When is he gonna be back?”

“Soon. If you go to sleep, he might be here when you wake up.”

Alyssa snuggles in her blanket, eyes already closed. You turn off the light but keep the night light on before closing the door behind you. The tears want to come but you will them not to fall. You can’t cry right now. You have to pretend to be strong even if it’s killing you. You walk downstairs to the kitchen and pour yourself a big glass of wine. You take that glass to the couch in the living room, and you pull your phone out to call Dean.

Like always, he doesn’t answer. He sends you straight to voicemail, and a piece of your heart breaks off and turns to ash. You’re not sure how long you can do this for. Soon, there won’t be enough of your heart to give to him. You should be sleeping. You should be tucked under the covers and in a dreamless sleep, but you can’t sleep not knowing if Dean is alive or where he is.

So, you drink and when that glass is done, you pour another and continue drinking. You’re halfway through your third glass when the front door opens. Dean walks through and tries to be quiet for your sake, but you’re already jumping off the couch.

“Thank God. Where the hell were you? I called you, like twenty times.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. There was this pack of werewolves that refused to die. They broke my phone.” He proves this by pulling it out of his pocket. It’s true. It’s smashed to pieces. “Plus, we were in the mountains where the reception wasn’t that great, anyway.”

“Alyssa was asking about you.”

Dean sighs and runs a hand through his short hair. “What did you say?”

“What I always tell her. That you’ll be here in the morning.” You let silence befall between you two. “Will you?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Mmm.” You walk toward the kitchen and put your lass into the sink. Now that you know he’s safe and alive, you can sleep. “Maybe stay more than a week this time, okay?”

“Y/N…”

“I’m going to bed.”

You leave him standing in the kitchen all alone, and he curses to himself once the bedroom door closes. The next morning, you wake to the sound of pots and pans clanging in the kitchen, Alyssa knows better than to not mess with those on her own so Dean must have been telling the truth. He’s here. You really shouldn’t have had that extra glass of wine. You have a small headache but knowing Dean is here makes the pain worth it.

You brush your teeth before going downstairs, and you see Alyssa on a step stool as she helps Dean mix the batter in a bowl. She’s the first one to see you standing in the doorway.

“Mommy! Daddy and I made pancakes!”

You smile at her enthusiasm. “It smells good, baby. Good job.” Dean pushes a plate of two pancakes to you, and you grab a fork. “Thanks.”

“Daddy said he was going to take me to the zoo this weekend! He also said that we can get as much ice cream as I can eat!”

“Is that right?” You look at Dean but instead of a happy smile on his face, he is racked with guilt. You know that look all too well. He’s not taking her to the zoo which means you’ll have to. “Alyssa, I’ll be taking you to the zoo.”

“Y/N--”

“What? I’m just saying it like how it is. You have work to do, don’t you?”

“Daddy?”

Dean is forced to confront reality and looks at Alyssa with a guilty face. “Alyssa, I just have to do something with Uncle Sammy. It won’t take long.”

“Can I come?”

You’re immediately put on alert but Dean isn’t stupid. He knows better than to put his daughter in danger.

“Not this time, baby.”

She stirs the batter but it’s not as happily as before.

“When will you be back?”

“I’ll try to be back before Friday.”

You look at your watch and widen when you see what time it is.

“Why don’t you get ready for school? The bus will be here in thirty minutes.”

You and Dean keep the peace as long as Alyssa is in the house. The second she hops onto the bus, you let it show just how pissed off you are with him. You walk back into the house and head straight to the kitchen to clean the mess they made. Your pancakes are left untouched; you’re not hungry anymore. Dean stays silent but he knows he has to say something to you even though he knows whatever he says won’t be of any comfort to you.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, you’re always sorry.”

“Don’t do that.”

You slam the plastic bowl onto the kitchen island a bit too hard, and splotches of batter land on the counter. “Are we not important to you?”

“You know that’s not it.”

“It seems like it is when you leave us behind. You’re not here, Dean. When she asks me where Daddy is or when he’s coming home, I never know what to fucking tell her because I don’t even know if you’re alive!”

Something dark crosses over Dean’s features. “This is the life, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know,” you scoff. You grab the batter bowl and toss it into the sink. You’ll clean it later. You grab a few paper towels and start to wipe the surface of the counter. “That’s always the excuse.”

“It’s not an excuse. It’s my life.”

“What about my life?!” you yell. “What about Alyssa’s life? You never see the disappointment in her eyes when I tell her that you’re not coming home. When will it be our turn to have you?”

It breaks your heart to even think about doing this, but you don’t know what else to do. You toss the paper towels into the trash and grab your purse. You pull out a packet of papers and slide them across the counter over to Dean.

“What is this?”

It hurts to even say these words but you know they have to be said. You want them to come out strong but they only come out as a whisper.

“I think the only way to save this family is to break it up.”

Dean grabs the papers and skims the first page.

“You want a divorce?”

You can’t meet Dean’s eyes. If you do, you’ll break down in tears and give in. You’re done bending to what he wants. It’s time you try and protect your fragile heart.

“I won’t ever keep Alyssa from you, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep wondering when the love of my life is going to come home, and if he does, will he be in one piece? I admire what you do and I know people need you, but I need you.” Your voice cracks and the tears come. “I’m losing weight, Dean. My eyes are sunken in. My head hurts all the damn time. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat properly. I can’t do this anymore.”

Dean crushes the papers in his hands and throws them onto the counter. He’s never been one to confront how he’s feeling, and this is one of those times. He wants to comfort you, but he doesn’t know how. He’d hate to do or say something he’d regret so he turns and storms out of the kitchen and out of the house. When the door slams behind him, you sink to the floor in tears.

It’s not like you don’t love him. You’re in love with him, but you can’t keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. You can’t keep waiting for death to come for you, Alyssa, or Dean.

Dean doesn’t know where to go but his brain is on overdrive. He drives straight back to the Bunker where Sam is. Dena has to talk to someone, he needs someone to tell him what to do because he doesn’t know what to do. Do you think he’s fine with leaving you for weeks at a time? It breaks his heart. He hates that you are living this hollow life. He knows you deserve more.

Sam knows something is wrong the second Dean walks into the war room, and he provides his brother with a listening ear. He knew this was coming. It was inevitable. When you live two lives, one of them always crumbles.

“What do you want to do?” Sam asks after Dean is done.

“I can’t lose her, Sammy, but if I continue doing what I’m doing, I will.”

Sam is silent for five minutes trying to find the right words to say.

“What if you let her go?” Dean looks at his brother with red-rimmed eyes. “What if letting her go is the only way to protect her? To protect both of them?”

“There has to be another way.” Dean puts his head down and actually cries. Sam has never seen his brother like this. A thought of realization crosses Dean’s mind, and he looks up at his brother. “There might be another way.”

Alyssa was disappointed when she got home from school and didn’t see Dean waiting there for her. You had to keep her distracted with a new toy, but you know this can’t go on like this for much longer. She’s getting older and smarter. She’ll figure out something is wrong with Mommy and Daddy fast.

She usually likes to stay up and watch movies with you, but she wants to go to bed early tonight. Maybe she’s hoping when she wakes up, Daddy will be there waiting for her. You’re downstairs with a glass of wine just staring at the divorce papers. The look on Dean’s face when he realized what they were… true heartbreak. It hurt for you to even bring this up, but you don’t know of any other way to make this work.

You have a pen in hand but you can’t seem to sign it. The front door opens and you look up to see Dean walk in. He’s back. You set the pen down but you don’t get up to greet him. You do set your glass of wine down on the kitchen island.

“Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi.” He walks into the light and you can tell he’d been crying for hours. His eyes are red and puffy, as you’re sure yours are. He sits next to you and looks at the papers. “Is this really what you want?”

“I don’t know any other way. It hurts when you’re not here. It hurts seeing you in pain. It just hurts so much.”

Dean grabs the pen but he doesn’t sign it. He just stares at it and thinks back to the conversation he had with his brother. There is a way to fix this. But if you don’t want it fixed, then he’ll sign.

“If I sign this, I don’t know if we’ll ever come back from it.”

“If you don’t, I don’t see how we can move on.”

He’s about to say something when a small voice comes from the top of the stairs. You both turn to see Alyssa in her pink pajamas holding the stuffed unicorn that Dean got her.

“Are you guys going to read me a bedtime story?”

You’re about to get up when Dean stops you. “Let me.”

Dean follows Alyssa to bed while you stay downstairs. You spent the entire time just staring at the divorce papers wondering if this is what you really want. Of course, it’s not. You don’t ever want to be apart from Dean. You love him so much. That’s why it hurts so much. Dean walks back downstairs thirty minutes later and rejoins you in the kitchen.

“Look, if we’re going to do this, I think it’s best if you leave before the morning.”

“No.”

You look at Dean. “What?”

“No, I’m not doing this. I’m not getting a divorce.”

“Dean…”

“No, listen to me. I never knew I could have what you have given to me. I thought I was going to die bloody and that was that. Then you came along and showed me there is more to this world than blood and gore. Then Alyssa came alone and I had the apple pie life I’ve always wanted. I hunt for you and her. I hunt to keep them away from you, but I now see it’s tearing you apart. So, you think I’m broken? Fix me. ‘Cause I’m no quitter. I’ll fix me. I’ll work better on us for us.”

Tears well in your eyes and roll down your cheeks in waves. “I don’t think you’re broken. Our system is broken. I love you, Dean, but I can’t keep coming in second.”

Dean grabs both of your hands and runs his thumbs across their backs.

“You don’t have to anymore. I talked to Sam. I’m out.”

You pull your hands back “Wait, what?”

“I’m done hunting. Sam agreed he’d call if he needs help researching, but I won’t be hunting anymore.”

“You love hunting,” you whisper.

He touches your cheek gently. “I love you more.”

“What about Sam? Who will do it with him?”

“Jody has a few girls she’s been training. Sam loves to teach. I think they’d be good with him. Plus, he has Eileen and Garth and Donna.”

You shake your head as you try to wrap your mind around this. “Wait, Dean, I can’t ask you to give up hunting. That’s who you are.”

“You are who I am. Alyssa is who I am. I’d do anything for you and that includes this. I’m okay with this decision, but I am not okay with divorcing you because I am not done loving you.” You break out in a fit of sobs and Dean pulls you closer to him. “I will always be here. I won’t leave anymore. Sam even found me a mechanic job near here.”

“You’d really do that for me?” you whisper, unable to believe it still.

“I’d burn the world for you.” You lean up and kiss him with everything you’ve got. He pulls away from you and grabs the divorce papers. He rips them to shreds and tosses them into the trash. “It’s me and you, okay?”

“Forever and always.”

Dean captures your lips again, this time, picking you up by your thighs. This isn’t going to fix everything but it’s one hell of a start.

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wintfleur · 4 months ago

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𝓦ANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME

aka heather’s relationship with joe

━━━ ❛ ooh, you and me would be a big conversation

how did they meet? they met in February of 2022. joe had heard from one of his teammates about how “amazing and warm” the new bakery ‘petals n pastries’ near their stadium was, and he knew he had to try it. they met through joe being a customer at the said bakery / flower shop.

their first impressions?

joe was already surprised when he walked into ‘petals n pastries’ the atmosphere was so comforting and warm, but when he saw her standing there behind the counter with the prettiest smile on her face as she talked to a customer, it was when he was really in awe. He couldn't help but smile when he talked to her, her smile was so infectious, he liked how friendly and sweet she was. And he really liked how passionate she was about her shop; it was obvious she loved what she was doing.

heather of course immediately thought of how handsome he was – I mean can you blame her? But she really liked how polite and kind he was to her and her staff, he had a kind smile on his face and didn't rush them at all. She really just liked how sweet he was . . . finding him attractive as well, it was like instant butterflies for her.

who fell first? joe was the one to technically ‘fall’ first, looking back at it, it was like love at first sight for him. He had become a regular at ‘petals n pastries’ just so he could see her more (and because the pastries were amazing ofc) and form a friendship with her.

first date? heather had made him a personal small box of his favorite donuts, decorated with the Bengal's colors as a good luck for his upcoming game, and joe knew he couldn't wait anymore. He then asked her out on a date and thankfully she said yes, 2 days later joe picked heather up at her apartment. He knew how much heather liked being creative so he took her to this really cool place where they could paint and eat. The date was an amazing success, the night ending with joe walking her up to her door and making sure she got in safely.

who asked who? joe was the one to ask her to be his girlfriend after their third date. Joe had taken her out to a nice romantic candlelit dinner, where the two spent hours talking and sharing their foods, they were sat in a private corner of the restaurant, making it feel even more romantic and intimate. they were sharing a desert when joe asked her, and despite her slight nerves about getting into a relationship, she said yes!

first kiss? joe and heather had their first kiss during their second date, they were at ‘petals n pastries’ for a private date, doing some baking together. Joe was standing behind her, helping her roll out some dough, heather had tilted her head to look up at him, both of them pausing when they realized how close they really were. the tension was thick, and they didn't break eye contact as joe leaned down, pulling her into a sweet kiss.

first ‘I love you’? heather was the one to say ‘i love you’ first. heather had a key to joe’s home and decided to surprise him with making his favorite meal while he was having a game. the game ended with a bad loss, so joe was going back home all upset, not expecting to see his sunshine girlfriend in his kitchen cooking him an amazing dinner, the living room already set up for a movie night. Joe had asked her “you did this all for me?” and she smiled and said “i love you silly, of course i did” heather was kinda surprised that she said that, and she worried that she had said it too soon, but he just smiled and pulled her into a kiss, whispering “i love you too”

did either of them try to hide their feelings? heather tried to hide her feelings at first, she still was hesitant about getting in a relationship after how badly her last one ended. So, she didn't want to accept the fact that she in fact did like Joe, but the more time she spent with him, the harder it was for her to hide it.

how did everyone find out and react?

family + friends: heather told her parents, brothers and closest friends when they started dating, not being able to hide it from them, but her mom and her two closest friends, elora and sophie knew about joe before they started dating. Her family and friends were all very supportive, surprised and shocked but supportive! Joe told his mom about heather when they became friends, needing advice from her. He told his best friend ja’marr about heather a few days after he met her for the first time. But he (slowly) told the rest of his family, friends and teammates about her when they started dating. Joe's family and friends were also very supportive as well.

the public: heather’s fans speculated that she was seeing someone, from the faceless pictures she would post of the same guy, and from the few times they heard a guy talking in the background of her YouTube pictures. But the public found out when pictures of them hugging and kissing after one of Joe's games went viral. Along with a video of him walking up to her, pulling her into a big hug, smiling at her before kissing her. there were a lot of happy fans, heather fans, nfl fans, and nhl fans! It was mostly positive but there was still a big amount of hate. Many articles were made about them. This happened at the start of the nfl season in 2023.

ꪆ୧ GENERAL DETAILS !

their tropes: sunshine protector joe! x sunshine heather!, nerd bf x nerd gf, soulmates, mutual pining, he fell first x she fell harder, cook gf! x eater bf!, introvert bf! x extrovert gf!

love languages:

joe’s: words of affirmation, acts of service, physical touch

heather’s: physical touch, gift giving, quality time

pet names:

joe’s for heather: princess, honey, petal, doll, babygirl, my girl

heather’s for joe: baby, my love, sweetie, joey, handsome

their favorite sleep position:

joe’s: joe doesn't really have a favorite position, as long as he's holding heather in some way and she's sleeping well, he's happy!

heather’s: doesn't really have one, as long as she's touching joe in a way and he's comfortable, she's happy!

songs that describe them:

die with a smile - lady gaga, bruno mars

you're all i want - cigarettes after sex

had me @ hello - olivia holt & luke benward

i see the light - mandy moore & zachary levi

close to you - gracie abrams

real love baby - father john misty

wildest dreams - taylor swift

no. 1 party anthem - arctic monkeys

nights like this - the kid laroi

in between - gracie abrams

contact names:

joe’s for heather: joey 🤍

heather’s for joe: heather 🌷

contact photos:

joe’s for heather: heather chose a picture of joe that always makes her happy when she sees it, heather had taken the picture of joe when they were visiting her family. Her brother luke and joe were making fun of her twin brother Jack's poor taste in sunglasses.

heather’s for joe: joe chose a picture of heather hugging the big stuffed bunny he got her for Valentine's Day. he loves how cute she looks, and he thinks it's fitting because he likes to tease her by calling her bunny sometimes.

lockscreens:

heather’s: is a picture of joe when they were flying, heather of course had to take a picture of him because he looked soo fine. It's one of her favorite pictures of him!

joe’s: is a picture of heather when they went on vacation together at Disneyland resort, it's one of his favorite pictures of her and he just has amazing memories of their trip.

ꪆ୧ THEIR THINGS !

cuddling on the couch with their cat

getting cuteness aggression

watching shoes / movies

date nights

cooking / baking together

shopping

matching jewelry

working out together

playing piano

pulling each other close in crowds

pulling each other close by their belt loops

chasing each other's lips after pulling away from a kiss

always holding hands, or touching in a way

ꪆ୧ FUN FACTS !

joe went into ‘petals n pastries’ around 4 times before he got the courage to ask for her number. And when he did get her number, they talked for 2 weeks before he asked her on a date.

joe is very protective of heather, and their relationship in general. He is very quick to shut down any rude and disrespectful questions about her and their relationship.

heather moved into joe’s home in january of 2023. joe had given her a key for christmas, asking her to move in with him.

joe and heather adopted a male cat named snoopy when they started living together.

they started dating august of 2022, making their anniversary august 18th.

joe wanted to keep their relationship a secret from the public as long as they could, not wanting to put her in the eyes of reporters, haters, and parasocial fans. All he wants is to protect her.

joe gets along very well with Heather's family, they love him and he loves them. they are so welcoming and supportive. Joe’s family also love heather, they find her so darling and they love to tease joe on when he's going to purpose, wanting her to be a burrow.

heather used to have a terrible sleep schedule before she moved in with joe, when they started dating it got a little better? But now it's more healthy!

joe has been teasingly called a ‘mama bear’ a few times from how protective and worried he is about heather, it’s not in an overbearing way, he just really loves her.

they both have a habit of rambling/ranting on topics they are passionate about, it's mostly heather who can just go on and on, and joe just watches and listens to her with a smile on his lips, he swears he falls more in love with her every time.

heather loves teaching joe about hockey, while he teaches her about football.

joe is a little, okay way more than a little obsessed with their height difference, he loves using it to his advantage, finding new ways to tease her….

joe lives off making heather flustered, he loves seeing her blush and get all shy by the things he says or does. She gets all shy and stumbles over her words, avoiding eye contact with him.

heather has a great relationship with joe’s friends and teammates, she’s the closest with ja’marr!

the three of them love going out and doing things together, heather and ja’marr are definitely a chaotic duo, always getting into mischief. joe sometimes feels like he's supervising them when they go out, making sure they don’t get in trouble.

joe also has a great relationship with heathers closest friends, mostly elora and sophie because they also live in Cincinnati.

joe loves to surprise Heather at work, bringing her lunch so they can eat together or just to simply see her. A few of heathers elderly female regulars absolutely adore joe, they love teasing the sweet couple.

heather is also very protective of joe (which he finds adorable and loves) not just of his physical but also his emotions and mental. She tries her best to not let him see any negativity, and she helps as much as she can to help him relax and let his emotions take a break.

She worries a lot ... .not in an overbearing way, she just doesnt want Joe to get hurt again.

Joe likes to call her ‘his little nurse’ with how good she takes care of him.

heather was a little nervous at first moving in with joe, but she's so happy she did. And joe is too, for the longest time it was just a house for him, but now it really feels like a home.

heather loves going to joe’s games, sitting with the other wags.

they are each other’s biggest supporters! They are so proud of each other.

joe loves to spoil heather (and snoopy) , always buying her gifts and new baking supplies, taking her on trips etc.

they love their date nights very much, enjoying trying new activities together!

they love going out on dates, but they also really just love staying at home together, watching movies, playing board games, doing puzzles, coloring, baking etc.

they love hosting little get-togethers at their home, joe finds it cute how excited heather gets at planning it.

joe loves when heather sings, he wants to listen to her sing for the rest of their lives.

they both have a very high sex drive

joe being the dom while heather is the sub

they are a very touchy couple; they love being close.

they are a very domestic couple; their small family is them and their cat!

they are very good at communicating, and even though they are very close and love spending time together, they both know how important it is to have some personal time.

joe normally wakes up earlier than heather, giving her a few kisses and telling her he loves her before going to work out, practice etc.

heather loves cooking and baking for joe, always trying new recipes that are the best for his diet.

joe does have a chef for them, but it's mostly during the nfl season.

heather is joe’s passenger princess

heather is always on joe’s mind, and everyone can tell.

joe always follows the sidewalk rule

they love cuddling on the couch as they watch football games, and heather always asks the same questions almost every time they watch a game, and it makes joe so happy.

they truly are each other's soulmate

have done a few interviews together

joe has made some appearances on her YouTube channel

they are so in touch with each other, knowing how they feel and what they are thinking without even having to talk.

ꪆ୧ POSTS N MORE !

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pretty-little-mind33 · 1 year ago

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Ice hockey!James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: James tries to teach you how to Ice Skate — in the same universe as Dear Reader

Genre: Fluff, smidge of hurt and comfort

Warnings: muggle au, swearing, James is an asshole sometimes, arguments, jealousy, insecurities

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

James Potter can be a complete prick. He never means to, not really, but he can be.

You had told him you'd never been ice skating, and he had been visibly appalled. "You're dating a hockey player and you've never been skating?" he'd reprimanded, as if dating him was your one mission in life.

You'd rolled your eyes for the fifth time that day, already annoyed by his attitude, but as he ties the laces of your skates now—his shaggy dark hair falling in front of his eyes—you hide a smile.

He looks up, patting your skates, and grins. "There you go, all done," he stands and pulls you up with him. You wobble shakily on the blades, and James smiles at you fondly. A few of his friends chuckle as you hold onto his arm as he moves towards the rink.

"Honey, don't bend your ankles," he says.

You shoot him a glare. "I'm not doing it on purpose," you say, continuing to hide a smile as you hold onto him tighter, "prick." James laughs as he gently guides you out onto the rink.

The very moment your blades hit the ice, your balance becomes all wonky, and you panic, almost sliding from under James's arms. It's his turn to hide a smile as he pulls you up and glides effortlessly in front of you.

He takes your hands and slowly skates backwards as he looks down at your skates. "Okay, don't you worry, darlin', I won't let you fall," he turns to watch as his friends step onto the ice easily, "Here, look at how Lils does it."

Lily Evans skates next to you, her auburn hair falling over her shoulders, and you watch her. She looks so elegant, and jealousy sits in your stomach. You try to mimic her movements for a while with James being as patient as ever.

Occasionally, he catches you a few times so you don't fall, and you feel hopeless at this. You feel even more helpless when James's teammates and friends call out to him and ask him to skate with them.

They tease him, and he turns to them with a smirk, holding your hands, but you know he wants to join them. "You can go, Jamie, I'll be okay," you say, and you mean it. James looks unsure.

Lily adds, "I'll watch over her, Potter."

Finally, James nods and skates over to his friends. He wraps his arms around them as they act like little schoolboys on the playground. You're truly fine with James having his fun, and anyway, you don't have time to worry about him as you almost trip on your blades, and Lily catches your arm.

It feels like hours pass as your feet start to ache. You've gained a little more confidence and have moved away from the wall, but you still grip onto Lily's hand as she skates with you.

Sometimes, James sneaks up on you to twirl you around. When he does this, you smack his chest as you steady yourself and warn him not to do that again. He didn't listen, and by the third time, it wasn't funny anymore.

You really, really didn't want to fall.

Suddenly, you hear laughter before large hands grip your waist and scoop you up, higher than the previous times. James's laughter drowns out Lily's protest as you squeal. Your boyfriend turns you around, and with a little too much momentum, drops you on the ice again.

You gasp as your feet slide under him, and his smile disappears as you crash to the ground. James spreads his legs so he doesn't hit you with his blades, and you slip forward, almost crashing into the wall behind him. You hear amused laughter from James's friends.

"Shit, are you okay?" James asks quickly, his voice small, as he skates up to you again and this time helps you up with gentler hands. Your own hands hurt from the ice, and your eyes water as you feel everyone staring at you.

It was embarrassing enough to be so bad at something so important to someone you love, but this was humiliating.

Luckily, you'd fallen close enough to the exit of the rink that you could grip the wall and pull yourself out. Quickly, James is behind you as he attempts to take your hand as you walk towards the bench. Your jeans are wet, and when you sit down, you wince from how much your ass hurts.

Silently, you start to unlace your skates as the tears fall. James kneels down and covers your hands with his as he tries to stop you. "Honey, I'm sorry," he says, but you just glare at him. If he had puppy ears, they would be fully laying on his head now.

"I asked you to stop," you sniff sadly and wipe at your tears, "Why didn't you listen?"

James's heart aches, "I'm sorry," he whispers again and looks at you sincerely. "I am so sorry. That was a jerk move, love. Please, come back out onto the rink," James is begging now, and you shake your head.

"No," you say. James looks crestfallen. You look up and see that his friends have gathered around the entrance to the rink and are staring at you both. That makes you feel worse as you drop your skates and slip on your sneakers. You don't even lace them as you stand and rush out to the car.

Tears sting your eyes when you remember you'd both taken James' car and it's locked. Hopelessly, you lean against the passenger door and bury your face in your hands. A few minutes later, you hear a familiar beep as James unlocks the car.

You look up. James is carrying his skates in his hand as he walks over. His friends aren't behind him, and you feel slightly shitty as he walks up, pops open the trunk, and slides his skates inside. He doesn't speak when he closes the trunk and comes over to you. He wraps you in his arms.

You melt into his touch, cheeks burning as you press your nose into his chest. James cups your cheeks. "I'm a prick. I'm sorry. You're allowed to be mad. You told me to stop, and I didn't listen to you," he says as he strokes your hair. "Can you forgive me, lovely?"

You pull away and look at your incredibly stupid, adorable boyfriend. You want to be madder than you are, but it's so hard to be cross with James when he's wrapped his strong arms around you.

You chew on your lip, "I just wanna be good at this—like all your friends," you confess, "I thought you would like me more if I was," you finish and look away.

James frowns and takes your chin in his hand again, "What did you just say?"

You continue to chew on your lip, "You'd like me more if I was. You'd take me on cute ice skating dates, and we'd look cute and—"

James cuts you off with a loud laugh. "What are you on about, Y/n?" he runs his thumb over your lip and then kisses your nose, "Your ice skating skills have nothing, and I mean, nothing to do with why I like you. Why I love you."

Your head snaps up at the words. I love you. You hadn't said I love you yet, and your heart starts pounding in your chest. "You love me?" you whisper, wanting confirmation.

You half expect James to backpedal, to become flustered and panicked, and make up some elaborate excuse as to how his brain had forced his mouth to utter words that sounded like I love you.

Instead, he nods and cups your cheek in his larger hand, "Mmhm," he smiles fondly, "I love you." You feel warmth spread in your stomach, and all your frustration towards him disappears.

You fully melt in his arms now. "I love you too," you say after a moment, and James's shoulders visibly relax.

"I was scared you weren't gonna say it," he mutters, sounding genuinely concerned. You roll your eyes at him but lean up to kiss his mouth anyways.

"You're an idiot," you tell him in between kisses, a wide smile on your face, "But you're my idiot."

Yes, James Potter can happen to act like a complete prick, but at the end of the day, that never matters because he's yours.

Your love.

The person you love the most and who loves you the most.

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catmiemy · 1 year ago

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Not All Change Is Bad (Lia Wälti x Reader)

Summary: Now that you know Lia has feelings for you, you have to figure out where to go from there.

The next morning you woke up exhausted, only having managed to fall asleep for a few minutes at a time. You were weirdly relieved when you checked your phone and it was finally an acceptable time to get up.

A/N: Thanks to the long weekend I actually finished this second part already. You can find the first part here.

This got a bit longer than I thought and I didn't even include most of the fluff at the end that I already planned out. So potentially there could be a third part focused more on happiness with a bit of angst. Let me know if you'd liked to read that. :)

Nadine was still sleeping soundly, so you didn’t have to deal with her seeing the mess you were. You headed straight to the bathroom, annoyed with yourself when you saw how horrible you looked in the mirror. There were dark bags underneath your red eyes, spots all over your cheeks from rubbing away all the tears and your hair resembled a bird’s nest from all the tossing and turning you had done.

You quickly went to work to make yourself more presentable. The last thing you wanted was for Lia to feel guilty when she saw you. You would be damned if you made this any harder for her than it had to be, and if the only thing you could do was pretend you were okay you would do that.

In your noble quest you completely forgot to take into consideration that to Lia’s eyes it would seem like this whole situation hadn’t affected you at all. She almost burst into tears when she saw how put together you looked, the only thing saving her from it, was Ana pointing out all the signs that you were actually not fine that were right underneath the surface of your carefully crafted façade.

The whole camp felt like torture to you and more than once you wished it was finally over. But every time you did you remembered that at Arsenal you would still see Lia, who could barely look into your direction anymore and darted away whenever you were anywhere close to her, almost every day. And back home Jessica was waiting for you.

Your girlfriend and you still hadn’t talked or even texted, which wasn’t too uncommon on Jessica’s part after an argument. Her go to reaction was to completely ignore you, while you usually did everything to get your girlfriend to forgive you, sending long, heartfelt texts, buying her small gifts, apologizing over and over again. You had never questioned if this was okay or healthy, and you didn’t really question it now, you just didn’t have the energy to do it, so you didn’t.

Every once in a while you remembered how you had completely ignored her call after you had asked to talk that night and were hit by a pang of guilt. You should reach out to your girlfriend. And you also should talk to Lia, make things easier for her. You should be fine with all of this, you should communicate more and better, you shouldn’t let this distract you from football, you shouldn’t feel like hiding away for the rest of your life.

As the days passed you became increasingly frustrated with yourself and your inability to do any of the things you should do. The only thing you managed to do halfway decently was keep up appearances well enough. Sure, many of your teammates checked in with you, but they accepted your forced smile and your fake cheerfulness as you assured them that you were totally fine.

Ana was a different story. She tried to push a bit harder, but every time she did, you sent her right back to Lia. “Please just make sure she’s alright, yeah? I’m totally fine, don’t worry about me.”

This did nothing to stop your friend from worrying, nonetheless she always listened to your request, well aware that the only person you really felt comfortable opening up to was Lia. Therefore Ana could only hope that as time passed the two of you managed to find your way back to each other again, maybe even as more than best friends. She still held out hope that you actually returned Lia’s feelings and just needed a little longer to figure that out.

As much as you had often wished camp was over when it actually was and you were boarding the plane to take you back to London, you desperately wanted to stay. Going back home meant you could no longer ignore the whole situation with Jessica and how horrible you’d been acting. It took every ounce of your willpower to force your feet to take you into the plane.

Another thing you dreaded was spending the flight next to Lia, although a small part of you also clung to some hope that the forced proximity would do you good, give you a chance to talk. However as you found your seat all that hope was ripped from you, in the seat that should have been Lia’s sat Noelle, smiling at you sympathetically.

All you could do to avoid breaking down right then and there was to sink down in your seat and blast music into your ears. Thankfully Noelle got the hint and left you alone.

Throughout the flight you did your best to keep your mind occupied with doing at least three things simultaneously. Nevertheless, the closer you got to landing the more your anxiety spiked. Poor Noelle was probably getting annoyed by your constant leg bouncing and fidgeting. Not that the gentle woman would ever say anything.

At the airport when you were slowly heading to the exit to catch a cab back to your apartment you were suddenly stopped by Lia’s voice, “Y/N, wait!”

With a racing heart you stopped in your tracks, turning to face your best friend. Although were you even allowed to call her that anymore?

Lia approached you with a worried face, picking at her cuticles, a clear indication to you that she was nervous. This hurt; you never wanted to get to a place where she was nervous to talk to you.

“I know things are weird between us right now and I really want to move past it, I just don’t know how yet. But…I still wanted to check in. Are you okay to go home? I know you left things with Jessica in a weird place and you looked almost scared on the plane and no matter where we stand I’m still always here for you,” Lia rushed out.

Your heart cracked and all the tears you had held back on this day so far gathered in your eyes, blurring your vision. How very Lia of her to still worry about you and ignore her own emotions and insecurities to make sure you were okay when you were the reason she was so miserable.

You shook your head and blinked harshly to chase away the tears, then you plastered a what you hoped to be reassuring smile on your face.

“That’s very sweet of you, but please don’t worry about me, I’m totally fine, and after all these years I know how to deal with Jessica.”

Pain flashed in Lia’s eyes and you kicked yourself for bringing up how long you had been with your girlfriend. Way to hurt her more!

She smiled back at you and you could only hope that your smile had been more convincing than hers. “Okay, but never forget that I’m still always here for you.”

And with a goodbye Lia walked away from you, leaving you with an aching heart. Now that you had spoken with her again, it was even more painful to go back to this weird place of not talking. You wanted to run after her, share a ride like you normally did, and maybe hide out at her apartment for the rest of your life so you never had to deal with Jessica.

In front of the door to the apartment Jessica and you shared you took a moment to hype yourself up. You could do this, you had done this about a million times. Maybe it had never been this bad, but you would just have to grovel a little more.

You entered the apartment, calling out to your girlfriend. Just as you expected you didn’t get a response. Maybe she wasn’t home! Even if that would only postpone the argument for a little while, you still wanted it to be true.

Sadly you were out of luck. You quickly found Jessica sitting on the couch, staring at her phone and completely ignoring your presence.

“Hi,” you greeted her awkwardly, your girlfriend still not showing any signs of having noticed you. “Look I’m sorry I didn’t pick up the phone and haven’t reached out since. This camp has been absolutely crazy.”

It was a weak explanation, and definitely not enough to get Jessica to acknowledge you again. To even have any hope of getting there you would need to apologize and beg. However when you were searching for the right words, you realized that you didn’t want to do it this time. You were tired of these same old patterns that always left you feeling like you weren’t good enough.

You weren’t someone that got mad often, but now you could feel all the suppressed feelings inside of you rapidly turning into anger.

“Can you just cut this crap out and talk to me like an equal human being?” You snapped at Jessica.

At least you succeeded in getting a reaction. She dropped her phone, turning to you, the surprise on her face quickly morphing into anger just as intense as your own.

“Excuse me?! Who has been ignoring me for the last ten days after not picking up the phone when it was you who suggested we talk that night? I think I have every right to be angry,” Jessica yelled back at you.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t be angry, but acting as if I’m air is just plain childish! I said I was sorry and I also said that things have been crazy, but apparently you don’t care about that.”

Jessica rolled her eyes. “Okay then, what crazy thing happened that stopped you from contacting me at all? Did the monster under the bed steal your phone? Or did aliens project a force field around your camp, stopping all electronic devices from working?”

Her mocking only made you angrier, so without thinking about it if it was wise to reveal this to Jessica, you told her about learning of Lia’s feelings for you.

After that all hell broke loose, everything the two of you had kept inside for way too long spilling out in hurtful words, ending in a scream match that had neither of you even hearing what the other was saying anymore.

In the end it was you who said the fateful words, “I think it’s high time that we break up! Well it was probably high time years ago and we were just too stuck to notice.

“No, I don’t accept that! You don’t break up with me, I’m breaking up with you,” Jessica retorted.

By now most of the anger had drained from your body, you just shrugged your shoulders. “Whatever, I’m leaving.”

Once you were out of the apartment you just started walking; the entire palette of negative emotions fighting for the lead inside of you. Before too long you found yourself standing in front of Lia’s little house. Just the sight of the familiar building that had been your refuge so often in the past was enough to break down the emotional barriers you had carefully constructed over the last couple of weeks, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks.

Lia had said you could still come over if something happened. So despite feeling more than a little unsure about it, you walked up to the front door and knocked. You needed her right now and if she would send you away you didn’t know if you could deal with it.

Of course there was no reason to worry, Lia didn’t miss a bit, ushering you into her apartment and holding you tightly while you cried your eyes out. You weren’t coherent enough to explain what had happened, but from the bits and pieces you managed to get out, she got the gist of it.

Somewhere in the back of your mind was some immense guilt for making Lia take care of you after everything, however it was drowned out by how safe you felt in your best friend’s arms. You wanted to stay there for the rest of your life, blocking out the rest of the world.

After your crying session you were hit by a wave of extreme tiredness, your eyes fluttering shut every so often. Lia gently massaged the back of your scalp, knowing you were prone to tenseness there, and it was making you even sleepier.

“Do you want to stay here tonight?” She offered.

You should refuse, you should pull yourself together and leave Lia be, maybe call Leah to come over and check up on her after you had once again dumped your emotions all over her. You should be a better person and do that, instead you mumbled, “Yeah, I’d like that very much.”

The two of you got ready for bed. Lia insisted on it, you would have happily stayed on the couch in your regular clothes without brushing your teeth if it meant you didn’t have to move. There wasn’t any need for using a spare toothbrush or borrowing some clothes from Lia, you had left this kind of stuff here ages ago. It was just easier this way with all the impromptu sleepovers you had.

The two of you lay down on your respective sides of the bed, facing each other like you usually did to exchange some whispered words before falling asleep. You were already half asleep, not alert enough to stop yourself from mumbling, “I really really missed you, Schätzi. So stupid of me not to realize I also have feelings for you.”

You drifted off to sleep immediately afterwards, completely missing the way Lia went rigid as she heard your words, an onslaught of different emotions hitting her. The hardest one to deal with was the renewed hope she had mostly buried long ago. For years she had dreamt of you telling her that you felt the same way, she had played out hundreds of different scenarios of how it might happen. And Lia thought it would make her the happiest person on the planet.

However now that you had said the words, she was just scared. Scared that you didn’t really mean it, scared that you were merely confused by the emotional rollercoaster you were going through, scared that you were only clinging to her because Lia was familiar and comforting.

When you woke up the next morning the bed next to you was empty. For one blissful nanosecond you thought this was just a normal sleepover until all the memories hit you with full force. Shame and guilt began eating at you for putting Lia in this position, not only had you shown up here and made her comfort you after your breakup, you had also blurted out that you too have feelings for her at the most inappropriate time possible.

Not that it wasn’t true. The realization had been simmering underneath the surface for a while, not something that you were ready to acknowledge yet, but now that you had, there was no doubt left in your mind. So that wasn’t the problem, the problem was that it absolutely been the wrong moment to say it.

With a rapidly beating heart you finally got out of bed, determined to find Lia and apologize. You found her in the kitchen, staring into her cup of coffee. She looked dead tired, almost slumping onto the table. This only made you feel even guiltier. No doubt had your careless words cost your best friend some sleep.

Despite everything Lia still offered you a weak smile and got up to get you a cup of coffee. You tried to protest, but she simply waved away your words. Lia never trusted you to make your own coffee; she knew you had a tendency to make it too strong which then in turn made you a little hyper.

“I’m sorry,” you said at the same time as your best friend stated, “There are some things I need to say.”

You nodded, gesturing at Lia to continue talking; she deserved to go first and get everything she wanted off her chest.

The brunette took a deep breath and when she began talking it sounded rehearsed, making you wonder how early she had gotten up to prepare and practice this whole speech. “I thought about all this for a long time and as much as I want to be the one to support you through this breakup, I don’t think I can.”

“What you said yesterday before falling asleep…It was everything I’ve wanted to hear for the longest time, but I think it’s important that you take your time to figure things out and make sure that you actually mean it.”

You opened your mouth to assure Lia that you did, how could you not? But one pleading look from her was enough to shut you up. She wasn’t ready to hear it; nothing you could say would make Lia fully believe it.

“So let’s just take some time, yeah? This way you can work through your breakup and everything else,” the brunette concluded.

Once again you nodded, even if it wasn’t what you wanted at all. You totally understood Lia’s request for some time apart and you would give her as much as she needed. After all she had apparently been waiting for you for years, so this was the least you could do.

“I don’t want to kick you out, but I really believe this is what’s best for us in the long run. But I can help you call one of our teammates so you can stay with them if you don’t want to go home?” Lia offered.

She was clearly conflicted about this course of action, still worrying about you. Therefore you quickly shook your head, reassuring the midfielder that you were fine and already had a plan. “Please don’t worry about me,” you told Lia more than once.

However the fact that you got up after saying this and walked towards the front door still in your pajamas definitely didn’t help your case.

“You know you can get dressed and even take a shower first,” Lia said, trying to keep her voice light and joking, when in reality your confusion scared her. Would you really be okay?

After taking a swift shower you felt a little more like yourself and managed to convince Lia that you wouldn’t walk right into a disaster if she let you out of her sight.

Saying goodbye was awkward, both of you looking at each other, unsure what to do. You longed to hug your best friend, but you didn’t think that would be welcome right now, so you merely waved at Lia lamely and told her you would see her at training.

During your shower you had come up with a plan; you waited until you were sure Jessica would have left for work, then you went to the apartment and packed a bg. All of your teammates would have happily let you stay with them, but you didn’t feel comfortable going to any of them, so instead you headed to a nearby hotel.

The moment you closed the door of your hotel room behind you, you sank to the floor, breaking down completely. You had thought you had cried yourself all out last night, but apparently there was an inexhaustible fountain of fresh tears somewhere inside of you.

That’s how you spent the rest your day, crying in various places. At some point you moved from the door to the bed, staying there until you had to go to the bathroom, crying on the floor leaning against the bathtub for a good while.

It was a small mercy that you feel asleep pretty early, exhausted from all the crying and from beating yourself up mentally. You were so angry at yourself for how you had treated both Lia and Jessica, you should have been better!

The next morning you felt like you had a hangover, your head pounding. However at least you were in control of your waterworks again, so you were hopeful you wouldn’t start crying during training. After another shower and a quick breakfast you felt a little better, confident in your ability to pretend to be a normal human being for as long as you needed.

And that’s what you did, not only that day but also the following ones. You acted throughout the day like you were fine, when someone asked you how you were, you stated time and time again that you were fine, no matter how much anyone could see that you weren’t.

The biggest challenge to your composure were the sad looks Lia kept sending your way when she thought you didn’t notice. It hurt you on a visceral level that you were the reason she was so miserable. In reality that wasn’t why Lia continued to look at you like this, it wasn’t because you had made her unhappy, but because she hated to see you take so little care of yourself and quietly falling apart in front of her eyes.

Every day as soon as you could you would go home, declining every invite to hangout from your teammates, because as soon as you stumbled into your hotel room, the tears returned, and all you could do for the rest of the day, was lay in bed, cry and berate yourself.

How had you been so stupid and not noticed Lia’s feeling for you? Why were you so weak and pathetic and ran right to her side after your breakup when you knew this would only make it more difficult for her? Furthermore you also felt horrible for how you had left things with Jessica. Sure, your relationship hadn’t been good for a while, but she deserved more from you!

About a week later you were once again laying in your hotel bed, staring at the ceiling, hating on yourself when your phone rang. You planned to ignore it, like you had been doing for the most part lately, but it kept on ringing again and again. With a deep sigh you picked up without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello,” you croaked, your voice hoarse from crying.

“Y/N where the hell are you?!” Ana almost shouted.

Confused you started at the phone. “What?”

“Where are you?” Ana repeated a little slower, “I know you aren’t at home because the lovely Jessica told me as much and after doing some inquires I also know you aren’t with any of your teammates, so where are you?”

All of this could only mean one thing, Ana was in London and you really weren’t prepared to give up your plan of wallowing in misery to face her.

“I’m at a hotel. Happy? Now go and see Lia, I think she could use a friend,“ you replied, praying that this was enough to satisfy Ana.

You should have known that it wasn’t and you also should have known that your friend would figure out the only way to get you to tell her your location.

“You better tell me right now where you are or I’m calling Lia and tell her that you’re hiding out all alone in a hotel,” Ana threatened.

“Ugh fine,” you huffed angrily, letting her know what hotel you were staying at and your room number. Then you hung up the phone without as much as saying goodbye. If Ana was going to be like this, you sure as hell weren’t going to be polite.

You used the time you had until Ana’s arrival to make yourself look a little more presentable. It only worked semi-decently and the traces of your most recent breakdown were still very much visible on your face when you heard the dreaded knock.

“Oh Spatz,” Ana sighed when she laid eyes on you, guiding you carefully over to the bed and basically pulling you into her lap.

To your great annoyance the tears took this as an invitation to start falling again right away, and it took a good while for them to stop.

“Y/N what are you doing?” Ana asked you gently once you had calmed down.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m doing my best to give Lia the time she needs,” you explained.

Ana tilted her head to the side, studying you intently. “Time for what exactly?”

“To get over my stupid behavior, to figure out if she still wants to be with someone as horrible as me, to heal all the parts of her heart that I’ve hurt. Take your pick,” you replied, the anger for yourself making your voice harsh, almost hateful.

“Oh Spatz,” Ana said once again, reaching over to tuck a strand of her behind your ear. “You’re being way too hard on yourself, just because you didn’t handle everything perfectly and made some mistakes along the way doesn’t mean that you’re a bad person”

“And I can tell you that that’s not what Lia is thinking at all. She didn’t propose this time apart because she needs to figure things out. She knows exactly what she wants, she has known for years. You on the other hand just got out of very long term relationship. Lia wants you to take enough time to deal with that and process your feelings before you jump into something new. She’s waiting for you to be ready and at this rate you’re never going to be. You can’t just ignore everything, Y/N!”

It took a lot more reassuring on Ana’s part until you could even begin to believe her. Thankfully your friend was very patient and kept telling you the same things over and over again until a small seed of hope was planted inside of you.

She didn’t leave it at that though, Ana also helped you make a list of things you could do over the next few weeks to help you process everything. Journaling was on the top of the list, as ws eating regular meals and not spending too much time in bed. Furthermore you vowed to contact Jessica and figure out how to proceed with your shared apartment, and on Ana’s insistence you promised to talk to your teammates more and spend time with them instead of holing up by yourself all the time.

You actually followed this list meticulously, and made sure to give Ana regular updates. Especially once you got the sneaking suspicion that she in turn informed Lia how you were doing because the midfielder looked more and more relaxed every day. The first time she smiled at you again your heart skipped a beat and you felt like a lovesick teenager. Then slowly Lia stopped keeping her distance, you still didn’t talk just the two of you but being part of the same group conversation became a regular occurrence.

After about three weeks you gathered all your courage and decided to ask Lia if she wanted to have coffee. It was a weird feeling that something that used to be the most mundane thing ever made you want to jump out of your skin. Doubts were flying around your mind as you walked towards Lia. The big smile that appeared on her face as she saw you definitely helped to make you feel a little calmer.

“Do you want to get coffee?“ You blurted out, mentally face palming at your lack of eloquence.

Lia chuckled, finding exactly this awkwardness endearing. „Yeah, I’d love to,“ she replied to your relief.

After training you met up at a coffee shop you had gone to a million times in the past, but this time felt entirely different, you might as well have been on another planet.

Once the two of you had found some seats and ordered your beverages, Lia looked at you expectantly. You had this all planned out, but now your mind was completely blank and you couldn’t think of a single thing you wanted to say.

Dejected you buried your face in your hands. “Man I’m so bad at this. Sorry, Lia!” You moaned.

Lia gently tugged your finger away from your face, holding on a little longer than necessary. “This isn’t a test, Y/N, just start with why you asked me out for coffee and then we’ll go from there. I don’t expect a perfectly rehearsed speech.”

You did expect that from yourself though because you knew Lia would have been able to deliver one. Sadly you were once again a disappointment to yourself, so there was nothing else to do than follow Lia’s advice.

“I guess the main reason is that I missed you. So much that it’s sometimes difficult to breath and if there’s one thing I know for sure by now it’s that I can’t imagine a future that you’re not part of. I can’t believe how stupid I was not to realize that ages ago.”

At this Lia huffed unhappily, she didn’t like the way you put yourself down at all. Despite this she didn’t interject, she didn’t want to stop your flow of words, knowing how hard it would be for you to get back into the mindset of sharing so freely, even with her.

“So often I was happy to get out of the apartment Jessica and I shared to spend time with you. When something good happened or well I guess also something bad you were always the first person I wanted to share it with. Nothing makes me happier than to see you happy and when you smile at me my entire world lights up. I can’t believe that I didn’t realize that you’ve been more than my best friend for the longest time.”

“And I know three weeks probably doesn’t seem like enough time to get over such a long relationship, but the truth is I’ve been finished with that relationship for a long time, and I think so has Jessica. We just stayed together out of habit. And don’t get me wrong, there’s still some things I need to do, like have a long and honest conversation with her, but I really want you back in my life. I completely understand though if you’re not ready. That’s totally valid of course…”

You would have continued to ramble if Lia hadn’t stopped you by gently pressing a finger to your lips, her eyes shining with love and warmth.

“I think we’re ready for that too. Not start a relationship right away, I need more time before that and I think you do too, but just things like this. Spend time together, hang out, slowly figure out together how our new normal is going to look like. Does that sound okay?”

“That sounds absolutely perfect,” you responded.

Not too long ago you had lain in a hotel bed in Switzerland scared because things between you and Lia would never be the same again, now you were filled to the brim with happiness and hope because things would never be the same again. Just the thought of how your relationship with Lia was going to look like made you feel excited. It was everything you’d never dared to dream of.

#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #lia wälti imagine #lia wälti x reader #lia walti imagine #lia walti x reader

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Speak now

James Potter x Malfoy!Reader

Summary: If the marauders are against something, its agaisnt pureblood families ideologies. Sometimes that implies to wreak havoc on a white veil occasion.

Genre: Hurt/comfort, Fluff and a tiny bit of Angst. Arranged Marriage

CW: Forced Marriage, Familiar problems, talks about blood purity and blood traitors. Breaking into a weddig idk.

Word count: 2.2K

This is part of my Speak Now (Marauders’ version) collection

“So don't say yes, run away now. I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door.

Don't wait, or say a single vow. You need to hear me out”

When you were younger you saw a fair amount of weddings. They were always presented to you as big emotional events in which two people promised eternal love to each other.

Even when you didn't know anything about love as a kid, it was no wonder that you yearned to have your own wedding once you grew up. It was a dream to have your own white dress, a beautifully decorated venue and a partner you loved so deeply you’d be willing to spend your whole life with them.

Looking back maybe you should’ve known better. The first sign should’ve been your surname. A Malfoy has expectations they have to meet, keeping the bloodline pure, for starters.

The second one should’ve been your parents’ loveless marriage, when you were younger you used to wonder why they’d married at all, now it was quite obvious.

The third and most evident should’ve been when Andromeda Black was disowned. At that time you didn’t truly understand what that entailed, and why it was such a hassle that she wanted to get married. Now you understood that the problem was not the wedding, if not the groom.

All your fantasies about the commonly named ‘Big day’ were completely shattered when your 18th birthday came, and with it a letter from your parents which contained the name of your soon to be husband. You tried to fight it, which only made your parents move the date of the wedding forward and get you out of Hogwarts, your education didn’t matter anymore to them now that your future as a housewife was inevitable. And being away from Hogwarts also meant being away from the ‘bad influences’ in your life.

Now the corset of your white dress was suffocating, you felt trapped. Looking at the mirror was like looking at someone else. The girl with lifeless eyes and heavy make-up that couldn’t hide her eyebags was supposed to be you, yet it felt like a perfectly modelated version of yourself, made to impress the high class families attending the wedding.

Narcissa’s gentle hands were bradding your hair, finishing your look before the wedding. Usually her presence was able to calm you down. Ever since she married your older brother, Lucius, her presence was regular in family gatherings and you’ve always felt some kind of kinship with her, seeking shelter on her whenever the phony and pompous encounters became too overwhelming.

You could attribute your shifted feelings towards her to the fact that she was unknowingly preparing you for eternal misery, or maybe because she was replacing the ones who you would’ve chosen as bridesmaids - there was no place for muggleborns in an event celebrating the union of two pureblood heirs -. Or even because it was her little cousin the one you were to wed.

“You look beautiful” said Narcissa once she was done with your hair.

You nodded and gave her a small thank you. However, you disagreed completely, the girl she was looking at was not you, it was your parent’s perfect daughter.

“You do look lovely, father and mother are going to be delighted” your brother’s voice came from the door, where he was leaning on. “I brought you some company” he gestured behind him.

Pandora and Dorcas stormed into the room, the former embracing you into a tight hug when they spotted you. Lucius and Narcissa left the room.

“How are you holding up?” Pandora asked as soon as the door closed behind Lucius and Narcissa. Her arms were still holding you tightly, Dorcas standing behind her.

You shrugged at her, not being able to talk due the knot in your throat and the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You kept your eyes glued to the mirror.

Pandora stepped out of the hug and stood next to Dorcas, who had yet to speak.

“Evan and Barty are with Regulus, I swear I never thought I would see him in a tux” said Dorcas, trying to make conversation. The thought of Regulus being in the same situation as you didn’t make you feel better, the knot in your throat was getting tighther by the second. You promised to yourself you wouldn’t cry anymore, to be honest you thought you had run out of tears days ago.

“Sirius is here too” Pandora was trying to distract you from the wedding. If she was being honest with herself there was nothing they could do to make you feel better. But maybe knowing that your best friend was out there could help a little.

That made you finally look away from the mirror, a small wave of hope cursing through you. If Sirius was here it meant that James could be too. In the eyes of your family his family’s name was not good enough for yours, but maybe it was enough for him to be a guest.

Maybe it was selfish to wish for him to be there when you knew how much it would hurt him, but you needed to talk to him, he was the only one who could actually comfort you right now, the only presence that would make everything feel normal again. You yearned to feel his touch against your skin and his lips against yours, even if it was for one last time, as a farewell.

“Is he… Is James here?” you spoke for the first time.

The answer was clear in the pitiful look they gave you even before Pandora replied with a soft ‘no’.

You don’t know what did it, if the look in the faces of your friends or the fact that you would never see James again, but tears started rolling down your face. In seconds you were being embraced by Pandora again, and Dorcas’ hand was wiping away your tears.

“It’s okay, you are going to be okay” Pandora didn’t believe her own words, but there was little she could do to calm you down and you both knew it.

There was a knock on the door and your dad’s voice came from the other side “Y/N, it’s time”

Pandora gave you a squeeze before letting you go from the hug. They both left the room, not without giving you a forced smile.

“Oh, merlin” you said to yourself as soon as you were left alone, going back to the mirror, you wiped the few tears that were left on your face, and tried to fix the smudged make-up around your eyes with your fingers. You didn’t want to give your parents the satisfaction of seeing how much this affected you.

Once you looked mildly presentable again you exited the room. Your father was waiting for you and he offered you his arm to lead you towards the venue.

You could see the whole venue from the end of the aisle. The green and black motives contrasted beatifully with the white flowers decorating the aisle and the top of the altar. The guests were placed in black chairs at both ends of the aisle.

You weren’t brave enough to lift your glaze from the ground, knowning that you wouldn’t see the love of your life waiting for you as you had dreamt since you were a kid. The heavy veil of your dress made your steps slow and lethargic.

It was not until you were halfway down the aisle that you gathered enough courage to finally look at the man in front of you. Instead of the boy with unruly curly brown hair and eyes filled with love, there standing was Regulus, his black hair slicked back and eyes drowned by the same defeated look you wore.

Once you reached his side everything went in a blur, all you remember is him taking your hands into his and the officiant talking.

“If anyone has any objection, speak now or forever hold your peace”

You were really going insane because you swore you saw James standing at the end of the aisle, wearing a tuxedo and with his hand up in the air.

“I oppose!” His voice was loud and clear, your eyes widened.

All the guests' eyes went to his figure and several surprised gasps were heard. Maybe you were not hallucinating.

───✥───

If Fleamont Potter ever found out how James was using his inherited cloak of invisivility he’d be horrified, or maybe oddly proud of his son.

Not even James thought he would ever sneak into a highly patrolled wedding on a common Tuesday, but honestly if someone had told him a year ago he’d be doing this he wouldn’t be surprised.

Sneaking in a wedding filled with pureblood families and slytherin students was the perfect setup for a Marauders prank. However, what would have surprised him would’ve been the reason for interrupting a white veil occasion. Dating a Malfoy was something he hadn’t expected to ever do, but you had gotten past all his defenses with your kind and bright personality that proved to be so different from your family’s pretentious ways.

Therefore, he was now standing on the aisle you had walked minutes ago. He had a perfect view of you and Regulus from his stance, your white dress was gorgeous, and your hair was neatly done. If it weren’t for your puffy and bloodshot eyes, and the obvious defeated look in your face, a look that had no place in a wedding, he could almost believe this was a normal marriage ceremony.

When you had received the letter from your parents you had been inconsolable, and rightfully so. James had tried everything to stop the wedding, he even went as far as asking your parents for their blessing and to be the one you'd wed instead of the Black heir. Turned out to be useless as his family had been marked as blood traitors for eternity.

But James isn't known for giving up easily, and the Marauders were not going to let an opportunity to cause havoc pass by.

With the promise of being on his best behavior, Sirius had convinced his parents to attend the wedding as a guest, acting as a mole for his friends' plans. Remus and Lily were outside the venue with their ride home -a couple of broomsticks they borrowed from Hogwarts' supply closet.

And the last part of the plan, and its success rested on James' shoulders.

The preacher spoke 'Speak now or forever hold your peace' James smirked, that was his cue. It was on.

James took off his invisibility cloak and without a single trace of shame or shyness in his voice James stated loudly "I oppose!"

James would've loved to stop for a moment to memorize the looks of complete horror in the faces of the guests, but he had to be fast and make total use of the element of surprise.

Without hesitation James sprinted towards the altar. He could see the way your brother had stood up and pointed his wand at him, his spell being intercepted by Sirius' expelliarmus spell.

As soon as James made it to the altar chaos erupted from everyone in the venue, he could make out the shouts of your parents and some spells that were being intercepted by yours and James' friends.

At the sight of James Regulus let your hands go, he raised his arms in defeat and left the altar without much hassle.

"Gentleman" James greeted Regulus' groomsmen, Barty and Evan who were just as stunned as everyone, all they could do was nod in acknowledgement to James, not even trying to interfere.

"Hi, love" he was finally looking at you, your eyes were wide with surprise and tears were gathered in your waterline. James took your hands in one of his and the other was raised to stroke your cheek.

“James what- how-” you were completely astonished, and unable to formulate a single phrase. You knew your boyfriend loved you, and the lengths he would go to prove it, but you would have never guessed he’d be willing to break into your wedding ceremony. He was always proving you wrong.

“Hey Peter, mate, it’s your moment to shine” Following james’ words a rat came out of his pants’ pocket.

And suddenly Peter was standing in front of you. He pushed the appalled officiant slightly to the side and took his place.

Peter cleared his throat before speaking “Do you, James Fleamont Potter, take Y/N Malfoy as your wife?”

“I do”

“Do you, Y/N Malfoy, take James Fleamont Potter as your husband?”

You could hardly mutter a low “I do” before Peter spoke again

“I declare you husband and wife. You might kiss the bride”

James didn’t hesitate for a moment. To add dramatism he spun you around and dipped you, holding your weight with his arm. And without waiting for another second he kissed you, sweet and slow, conveying all his love for you with that gesture.

When you became breathless you broke the kiss and looked at James straight into his beautiful eyes, which only show deep adoration. “I love you” you mouthed to him, which made his eyes sparkle with joy and a wide grin to break into face.

He took you in his arms bridal style and walked down the aisle. You coudln’t even care about the chaos and spells that were aimed your way, all you could look at was James.

And as he muttered “I love you too, Miss Potter” you knew he’d do anything to prove his love for you.

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mostly-marvel-musings · 12 days ago

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Libido - Part 2

A/N: You wanted a sequel…I’m serving you a sequel on a platter with a side of mush! Enjoy 👻

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warning: 18+ fluff, hints of sex.

Read Part 1 here.

It started with a missing conference room chair.

“Where the hell is the other chair?” Steve asked, looking around the room like it had personally betrayed him.

Natasha didn’t look up from her phone. “You don’t want to know.”

Then came the mysteriously fogged-up glass in the training room. No one had even been using it, except for that one time Tony had loudly declared he was “going to do some stretching with the reader.”

And when Clint found your earring lodged between two console keys in the Quinjet cockpit?

“Okay. That’s it. They’re doing it everywhere,” he said, holding it up like it was radioactive.

“Doing what, exactly?” Tony asked innocently, walking in just in time with you behind him, both of you glowing. Literally glowing. He had that smug, post-orgasm glint in his eye, and you had your shirt on backward.

Sam nearly choked on his protein bar.

“You think we’re dumb?” Nat drawled. “You’re not even trying to hide it anymore.”

You tried. You really did. But Tony just smiled, laced his fingers with yours, and shrugged like a man with absolutely no shame.

“When the chemistry’s that good,” he said, “containment’s a myth.”

Wanda muttered something about psychic trauma.

Steve looked like he was trying to summon the Lord himself. Bruce started a new set of rules for common area usage.

Everyone’s already seated. Sam’s got a protein shake, Clint’s playing with a pen like it’s a weapon, Nat looks like she hasn’t slept, and Steve is, as usual, painfully upright. Tony’s chair is empty, and so is yours.

“So what are we waiting for, exactly?” Steve asks, checking his watch for the third time. “The mission debrief was scheduled for—”

The door swings open.

Tony strolls in, all cocky energy and ruffled hair, wearing a smug grin and that billion-dollar swagger. Right behind him, you walk in—barefoot, hair still damp from a very recent shower, and wearing one of Tony’s unmistakable Stark Industries t-shirts that hangs off your frame like it was pulled off the floor five minutes ago (because it was).

Silence.

Thick, awkward silence.

Clint’s pen drops.

Nat tilts her head slowly, like she’s trying to remember whether she bet money on this happening today or next week.

“Sorry we’re late,” Tony says, not sorry at all. “Traffic was a nightmare. Especially the, uh… hallway outside the gym.”

You shoot him a look.

Sam blinks. “You’re wearing his shirt.”

“What? No, I—” You glance down. Crap. “It’s just… comfortable.”

“It’s inside out,” Natasha points out.

Steve clears his throat loudly, like if he does it enough, he can erase the mental images already burning into his soul.

“We’re in a professional environment,” Steve manages. “There’s protocol. Standards. Dress codes.”

Tony spreads his hands. “Exactly, Rogers. And what better standard to set than one built on love, passion, and the occasional broom closet rendezvous?”

Wanda puts her coffee down and just quietly mutters, “I’m going to bleach my mind.”

“I told you they were doing it on the jet!” Clint hisses, jabbing a finger at Sam.

Bruce sighs and just starts jotting down new rules for the communal kitchen. Again.

“Alright, alright,” Tony says, dramatically flopping into his chair. “Let’s focus, people. The mission’s over, the city’s safe, and everyone walked away with all their limbs. I say that deserves a little celebration.”

“This is not what I meant by team bonding,” Steve mutters.

You suppress a laugh. Barely. And when Tony’s hand slides under the table and settles on your thigh?

Yeah. Everyone knows.

And no one’s getting over it anytime soon.

The laughter from earlier finally fades into the hum of city lights outside the glass walls. You’re curled up in one of Tony’s t-shirts again—an actual clean one this time—legs tangled with his under the sheets. He’s propped against the headboard, arc reactor casting a soft blue glow over your bare shoulder as you lie against his chest.

“So…” you say, smirking as you drag a lazy finger over his ribs. “Think we were subtle today?”

Tony scoffs. “Absolutely not. We were about as subtle as the Hulk in a glassware shop.”

You giggle, nose nudging into his collarbone.

“Steve looked like he was about to start a prayer circle,” you mumble.

“He might still,” Tony deadpans. “Pretty sure I heard him muttering something in Latin under his breath.”

“Clint owes Nat fifty bucks.”

“Fifty?” Tony raises an eyebrow. “That’s it? Our scandal’s worth way more than that.”

You hum, eyes fluttering shut for a second. “Do you think they actually care?”

He’s quiet for a beat, fingers drawing absent-minded circles on your back.

“Maybe a little,” he says finally, voice softer now. “But they’ll get over it. Eventually.”

You tilt your head up.

“You sure?”

He meets your gaze, no smirk this time. Just warmth.

“I’m a genius, babe. I built suits that can fly into space. I can definitely handle a little judgmental side-eye from Captain America.”

That earns a snort from you.

“Besides,” he adds, brushing a kiss to your forehead, “I’m not exactly in this for team approval.”

You curl tighter against him, smile tucked into his chest.

“You’re in it for the sex, aren’t you?”

“Well, yeah. That too. But mostly—” he pauses, tips your chin up to look at him, “—it’s you. I’m in it for you.”

A long beat passes before you whisper, “Sap.”

“Says the one cuddling me like a human space heater.”

“You are warm.”

“That’s love, baby. Or maybe post-orgasm endorphins.”

He kisses you again—slow, easy. You think it’s the kind that says, even if they all know, even if they all talk, it doesn’t matter.

You’re his favorite headline.

You’re making coffee in one of Tony’s oversized shirts—yes, another one—and trying not to burn your tongue on your mug. Hair a mess, legs bare, zero regrets.

Tony strolls in looking way too pleased with himself, robe swinging dramatically behind him, and Dum-E slowly trundles behind with a juice box because priorities.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” Tony drawls, swooping in to kiss your cheek. “How’s my favorite scandal?”

You roll your eyes. “Why do I feel like you’re about to make this worse?”

“Because I am.”

He turns on the massive flat-screen TV embedded in the kitchen wall and—of course—there it is.

BREAKING NEWS:

“MR. STARK: CAUGHT WITH HIS PANTS DOWN (AGAIN).”

Below the headline is blurry footage of yesterday’s mission debrief… and in the background, just barely visible, you in Tony’s shirt, and Tony’s hand slowly sliding out of frame under the table.

You nearly choke on your coffee.

“Tony—”

“Look at that form,” he grins, pointing. “That’s an award-winning reach if I ever saw one.”

“You are unhinged.”

“Unapologetically.”

You press your palm to your forehead. “Great. I’m dating an international headline.”

“Technically, you’re the headline.”

You raise a brow.

“Okay, fine, we’re the headline. Power couple. Love story of the decade. Scandalous and sexy.”

He pauses, grins wider.

“And to think—Steve thought I couldn’t commit.”

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ccsainzleclerc5516 · 4 months ago

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Away From You For The Holidays

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: unstable family relationships, please don't take offense this is completely fictional

Since Lando and you are not from the same country, this is another holiday that the two of you spend apart from each other. You still haven't gotten to the point where you spend the holidays with his family or he with yours because during the year you're both on the road all the time and spend little time with your families, so when Christmas time comes, your family wants you to spend that time with them, just like Lando's family wants to be with him.

You came home to your hometown a week before Christmas, and now that it's already the third day after Christmas, it's becoming difficult for both of you to be so far away from each other.

Now, your family can be tough sometimes. You've never had the warm and close relationship with your parents that Lando has always had with his. You love your parents as much as they love you, and you can thank only them for everything you've achieved in life, but the truth is that growing up, they weren't always fair to you, and you never had the emotional support from them that you wanted and needed as a child.

For example, your mom always has to add something a little negative to every compliment she gives you. Always. And if you mentioned to her that her comments sometimes, most of the times, hurt you, she would somehow find herself offended. It's just always been that way, and that's why you don't like spending too much time at home with your family anymore.

It was the same today, your mom made some inappropriate comment that threw you off balance and it just all came together and became too much for you. You missed Lando, so you retreated to your room and started crying quietly longing for his warm comforting hug. Lando seemed to sense that you needed him because not long after tears started to fall down your face, your phone rang showing his name on the screen.

You quickly wiped your tears trying to hide that you were crying knowing it would upset Lando before you answered.

"Hey, baby" You spoke, sniffling a little.

"How's my most beautiful girl in the world?"

"I'm fine, I'll be even better when I see you." Your eyes water and you sniffle again.

"Baby, are you crying?" Lando notices immediately.

"I'm not.."

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asks worriedly. "Turn on the camera, let me see you."

"I'm okay, don't worry. I'm just a little emotional that's all."

"Can you please turn on the camera? I want to see you." He pleads.

You hesitate for a second, but when he asks you so tenderly, you really can't say no.

"Hey" You smile at him, but your red eyes betray your sadness.

"My baby..what’s goin on?"

"It's nothing, I'm just tired of being home and I can't wait to be with you again."

"I'm getting on a plane tomorrow and I'm coming to pick you up." You expected this from him and that's why you didn't even want him to know you were crying because you didn't want to disturb his family time at home.

"No, no! We're both flying to Spain in two days anyway so I'll survive until then, don't worry." You reassure him because you definitely planned to spend the New Year's together in Spain.

"I know, but I don't want you to spend a single second sad, especially not during the holidays. I can't sit still at home knowing that you're crying miles away from me."

"Don't worry, love, I'm fine, you already know how it goes during the holidays at my house."

"I really want this to be the last year we're not together for Christmas. Next year, I don't care if anyone gets mad, but next year on Christmas Eve I want us to be together in our home in front of our Christmas tree and under our blanket. I'm tired of being miles away from the person I love most in the world on such special days of the year."

"I know, baby, I want that too more than anything, but-"

"No but's, no, I know what you're going to say and I don't wanna hear it. You're my priority and I want you to be next to me at all times." He says and you sigh knowing it's easier said than done. "Baby, one day we'll have our own family and we'll most definitely want to spend Christmas at our home with our kids, and then later come everyone else. And I want it to be like that next year as well, you and I at our home for Christmas, and then we go and visit our families together. Okay?"

His words brought a smile to your face and warmth around your heart already fantasizing about what it could be like next year. You wanted it more than anything. You and him. Together.

"Okay, baby. I want that too and I honestly think that's the only right way."

"It is. No more crying, okay?" He says and you nod. "Ugh, I wanna kiss you so bad right now” Lando sighs tilting his head and looking at you with nothing but pure love.

"Trust me, you won't be able to get rid of me in two days."

"Baby, in two days, I'm not letting you out of my arms anymore."

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02 | Let's Stay Home

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Word Count: +4k

A/N: English is not my first language. Please be patient with the grammar. I really tried to finish this chapter earlier. I had it written halfway but things happened and it arrived a week early! I think... my sense of time has left me and this ship.

His sister was weird.

Jason had no idea what, exactly, to pinpoint—other than her general demeanor made him reach the conclusion. It wasn’t just your eyes, which always seemed to search for a face on his head, or hair which looked like it had survived electrocution. Maybe it was your personality.

Whatever had been bothering him seemed to settle the longer he sat on the floor, however, processing his new situation.

He wasn't comfortable. He shifted onto the couch when (Name) returned with towels—actually clean ones. Jason placed a folded one on the cushions under him and sat down again, another draped over his shoulders to warm him up—you looked genuinely worried about him getting sick and needing a hospital visit neither of you could afford—the third was involuntarily forced over his head for good measure. He might as well cross "Halloween costume" off his to-do list. He'd be Casper the Friendly Ghost this year.

Although, he wiped the metallic taste of either blood or hunger with the back of his sleeve to speak again, a yawn won its way out. Swallowing saliva could only do so much for him the longer the night got.

"I have—" a voice called from the kitchen, about five feet from where he sat. "Pizza? There are some leftovers too, but I doubt you'll want that."

Jason's drifting attention focus for once and he perked up immediately.

"You have pizza?" he asked—not exactly excited.

Unlike most kids, Jason didn’t get excited at the mere thought of bread with things on top. Even if beloved for many the dish had long since lost its appeal to him. When had a large pizza not been cheaper than a bag of vegetables around here? Too much of anything was unhealthy—not that he really thought about that. He had eaten enough in a single week to make him want to avoid cheese altogether. Eating healthy was expensive. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out.

"What are the leftovers?" he asked, forcing a strained smile through gritted teeth.

"I'll heat it up for you. It's just rice, chicken, corn—basically a salad."

Jason quickly stood on shaky legs, his eyes never leaving the silhouette of you. Obviously there was lack of trust. Maybe—and just maybe—you reminded him too much of Catherine too.

Weirdly enough, the thought eased his sore chest. Something about seeing you, Jason didn’t want to think too hard about.

He missed his mom.

You looked like her.

Without another word from you, he trailed into the kitchen, dismissing the ache spreading everywhere.

"So... you came because of Mom? What happened?" You hesitated. "Did she and Dad got into another fight? Is that why he's arrested?"

A complicated look crossed his eyes just as he forced the noncommittal response.

"No, it wasn't like that. Willis went away for something else... Mom is—she's not taking it well and... needs you," he leaned against the counter, facing away but still watching you.

Ever since hearing you describe Catherine as unfit to be left alone—even if she not alone with Willis anymore but by herself—Jason’s worry skyrocketed. He kept telling himself she’d be fine without him for one night...

Now keeping his jaw clenched at the thought.

Willis could shove a rusty pipe up his ass.

As the stove flickered to life, heating up the so-called "salad", it was safe to say, a microwave-sized box was too big to hide and too heavy to run with, when you had none.

His sister glanced at him briefly then back to the stove—an action you repeated often. It was obvious you had questions enough for Jason to notice.

Even admitting it would be wishful thinking; to assume it was for his sake you were keeping all of them in.

His gaze flickered around the room to nothing in particular, as if wasn't even made aware of how restless his mind had become—grasping for anything to distract him.

Old bruises and burns on his skin layered with the fresh ones from getting mugged, started to ache. Random memories surfaced, each more unwelcome than the last. And then, the worst thought of all—what else was happening back home?

Dad was gone. But when he realized Jason had up and left, he would’ve been furious.

He’d probably have taken it out on Catherine.

Jason took a shaky breath, trying to suppress the anxiety clawing its way up his throat. He looked at the ceiling, at the stains there, forcing himself to focus. Trying to calm down.

Everything around him seemed to halt—until you placed a plate in front of him. Only then did Jason snap back to himself.

It took him a moment to pull out of his thoughts, and when he did, his eyes widened slightly. He stared down at the plate—rice, chicken, and whatever else you'd thrown in.

You didn’t have anything for yourself, but he caught you eyeing the pizza slices in the fridge.

“…Thanks,” he muttered before shoving a bite into his mouth. It wasn’t poisoned. And, surprisingly, it was good. Then again, maybe that was just the hunger talking.

It took him barely thirty seconds to finish half the plate. He wanted more—needed more—but forced himself to slow down. His body wouldn’t handle too much too soon.

You watched for a moment.

You handed him a glass of water.

Jason glanced at it, then back at you, silently studying your expression, trying to figure you out.

You were… kind. You’d taken him in, given him food—at the very least, you pitied him.

God knows why.

No.

Jason knew why. He knew exactly what he looked like. But he figured you had no business judging him, considering your own appearance.

Not that he was one to judge, either.

He reached out and gently grabbed the glass, taking a sip and letting the cool liquid soothe his dry throat. He would’ve thanked her, but he didn’t.

“What’s with the name on that mug?”

He asked, glancing beside her at a Christmas-themed cup with a name that definitely wasn’t yours.

"Ah. Dunno... I guess it’s the lady who’s supposed to be living here?"

"Someone lives with you?"

"If someone taller than you asks, then yes. Auntie—" She squinted, holding up the mug to read the name. "Gloria... Huh."

Yup. Definitely weird.

Jason knew it wasn’t true the second the name passed her lips because Catherine never mentioned a sister or an aunt. But Willis? That was a different story…

Jason blinked on edge again.

“Auntie Gloria?” he repeats, his eyebrows furrowed together as he tries to think of how to face a possible adult. The idea of an older relative living with you and him not noticing until now was confusing enough on its own, but the name was unfamiliar.

“Wait… she’s related to us?” Carefully adding himself to the mix, but for the sake of his mental health, he indulged for the first of many times to come in not asking about it again when you looked even slightly conflicted.

Ignorance was a blessing and you were underage, so it'll make sense you'll lie to adults about an imaginary aunt.

Jason couldn't risk slipping. You'd be everything he'd had to rely on when he manages to convince you to come with him back home to help with mom.

No doubt that he'll drag you home if he had to.

He had no choice.

He needed your help with Mom and he hated it. Hated how the air felt heavier the longer he stood there. Hated that his sister had chosen *this* place over home.

But mostly, he hated the gnawing fear in his chest—the one that had only grown stronger ever since he walked through that door.

"You need to come back," he said, voice tighter than he meant it to be. He’d practiced what he was going to say on the way here, but now it was all unraveling like the blocks he walked talking to himself under the rain meant nothing. "Mom’s sick, and I—I can’t do this alone, (Name)."

It was a rare admission for him.

You took a seat in front of him and his half eaten plate. Cross-legged under the table but changing your posture as if never truly settled. Probably why you didn’t look up right away. The dim light made your already hard to read face, harder than it was, casting sharp angles where softness used to be.

You exhaled through your nose. "Jason—"

"Please," he cut in, wanting to stand up, heart hammering against his ribs made his legs disobey. "I need you. She needs you."

Something flickered across your face then, quick and uncertain that made you chew on your bottom lip and your fingers tangle absentmindedly, and for a second—a brief, agonizing second—Jason thought you might refuse outright.

He readied himself and picked a counter argument of which he had a lot.

Instead, you sighed.

"Tomorrow," you said. "It’s dark. And it’s raining."

His breath caught. "So… you’ll come back?"

You hesitated. Just for a moment.

Then you nodded. "Tomorrow."

Relief crashed into him like a wave, but it didn’t settle right. There was something about the way you said it—vague, distant, reluctant.

Telling him what he wanted to hear. Just to soothe him.

Jason swallowed hard, pushing that thought down. Tomorrow. You said tomorrow. He'll only calm down once you are at home, but this was enough for now.

Even if something about the way you sat in that dit felt like you were slipping through his fingers.

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The rain hadn’t let up. If anything, it was getting worse—pounding against the windows, turning the city outside into a smear of dim streetlights and endless shadows.

Jason had refused the bed you so kindly offered him in favor of dozing off curled up awkwardly in the couch, exhaustion pulling him under despite the unease still crawling under his skin.

You sat by the window, knees drawn to your chest, eyes distant, not going to bed yourself because you'll feel guilty for sleeping comfortably while your baby brother struggled to sleep on the couch with a humid towel as a blanket.

And just maybe he thought you were weird for that.

The silence stretched, thick and heavy, until his voice—low from disuse but child-like pitched—broke through it.

"Is it bad to miss someone you can’t even remember?"

For a moment, you didn’t move.

Didn’t even breathe.

Then, slowly, you turned your head.

The words settled deep into your bones, curling around old wounds, reopening stitches sewed with dental floss you have been holding shut with both hands around the stretch marks simulating fingers.

It was not the time for an analogy but your unaware grip tightened slightly against the fabric of your sleeves.

"I missed you," words pushed through softly.

The rain kept falling.

No memory could fill the gap—it had been too long ago, and he had been too young. All he could do was piece together imagined scenarios, trying to soothe himself, only to shudder at the thought of them.

Maybe wanting a real family had been too much to ask for.

A home without a deadbeat dad. A mother who wasn’t drowning in addiction. A sister who never would have left him—never would have left him like you did. And maybe even a family dog.

But that wasn’t the life he got.

And you? You failed.

A bad sister to Jason. A bad daughter to Catherine. You left them with your father, and that truth weighed on you like an unshakable burden. The one absolute you carried on your shoulders.

You felt cold as the monster of your own making clawed at your ribcage from the inside, desperate to break free.

But the real problem—the one you couldn’t afford to face—was how much you missed home.

You couldn't do that to yourself. You couldn't want what you ran from.

Because nothing was more dangerous than the illusion of a family that never really existed.

Jason paused at your words, glancing up.

Normally, your carefree nature would have prompted some teasing remark about staring. But now, the silence stretched between you, heavy and unbroken.

Something he had to say without letting himself stutter.

"You missed… me?"

Almost wanting to brush it off as an empty platitude, something said out of obligation. But deep down, in the twisting knot of his gut, Jason knew you meant every single word. The weight of it had been steeping in years of regret and unspoken sorrow.

And then there was the very idea of you missing him—which was both baffling and, to his surprise, oddly comforting.

"A little weird, out of the blue. I know," you admitted, backpedaling. "I just don’t get why you hardly remember me… I wasn’t gone that long."

Yet weird was putting it lightly.

Jason swallowed hard, his heart clenching painfully under the weight of emotions he couldn’t fully name.

He wanted to remember. God, he wanted to remember you—everything about you. Whatever moments you’d shared, whatever time you'd had together before it all went to hell. He reached for those memories, clawed for them, but nothing surfaced. Nothing real.

His breath wavered as he forced himself to stay steady.

"I… I wish I did. Dammit." His voice was quiet, edged with frustration.

"It 's okay. I'll remember. It’s not enough, but it’s what we get."

Jason nodded slightly, but something about that statement stuck with him.

He couldn’t remember you. And he probably never would.

Other people got their warm family moments, their second chances. But not them.

He took another shaky breath, fighting the lump in his throat, while you turned away, staring blankly out the window.

"It sucks," he murmured, avoiding your gaze. There were no portraits on the walls, just a scattering of trinkets everywhere.

"Like Dad used to say—‘Life’s a bitch, and then you die.’"

Jason scoffed. Of course that was something Dad would say.

"Don’t do that, though..."

He looked up, meeting your tired expression as you side-eyed him.

“Don’t die…?” he echoed, lacing his words with sarcasm. “Yeah, okay… I’ll get right on that.”

"Good boy." You offered a thumbs-up.

Jason snorted in disbelief, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms.

Still… he appreciated it. Keeping himself alive had been hard, but something about the praise made his chest feel a little warmer. Not that he was about to acknowledge it.

"You talk like some old lady," he teased.

"You eat like a dog."

Jason gasped, feigning offense. "I do not eat like a dog," he argued, his voice dripping with exaggerated indignation. "I eat like a growing boy who’s going through puberty and also hadn’t eaten in days and was basically starving, thank you very much."

"What puberty could you possibly be going through? You're eight."

Jason huffed, rolling his eyes before responding, utterly insulted. "I’m turning eleven next month. Which means I’m almost twelve. And then thirteen."

He sounded genuinely offended.

"And I’ve already started growing," he added, even though it was painfully obvious he hadn’t—still a four-foot ball of snark.

"Oh? Growing roots or…?"

Jason groaned, pouting in annoyance. He clearly hated the teasing.

"I've grown, I’ll have you know," he insisted, trying his best to sound confident. "I can cook now and—and I found my way here alone, too."

"I can tell you did," you said, watching him carefully. "Can’t imagine what that must’ve been like."

It was subtle. A small probe, a quiet way of fishing for details.

Maybe Catherine had known you were here.

The smirk faltered—but Jason covered it with a scoff. Mouth opened to ask how you ended up here. But then he hesitated, remembering the promise you’d made him make earlier. He didn’t want to risk breaking it.

Still, it tugged at him.

He thought about asking anyway. But it could hurt.

“…Why here, anyway?” His voice held a tinge of curiosity. “Do you really live here alone?”

"You met the neighbor," you replied, lips curling into a squinting little smile.

Glasses. That had to be it. You probably needed glasses—that’s why your eyes looked so weird.

Focusing on that theory was a hundred times better than thinking about the kind of people who might live here. The kind that had you so scared before.

Because he’d already decided—he was going to believe you weren’t scary.

His gaze flickered around the abandoned building again. Yeah… still not convinced.

It was subtle, but Jason had a habit of checking his surroundings. Always. And you noticed.

“How bad is your vision?” he asked bluntly.

"My vision?" You raised an eyebrow. "I can see you just fine."

Jason rolled his eyes, smirking. "I’m not saying you’re completely blind. I’m asking if you need glasses."

He didn’t add that the squinting seemed suspicious. Instead, he flashed you an innocent smile before adding,

“You look like an owl when you do that, you know that, right?”

"Do what?"

You tilted your head slightly, just like a bird—clearly on purpose, just to mess with him.

Jason couldn't help the small smile tugging at his lips.

"That." He motioned toward your head. "Stop that."

He wasn’t really annoyed, though. He was amused.

Something about the way you focused on him, how you responded to everything he said, how you kept looking at him—not just hearing him but listening…

It made his chest feel warm.

Jason shifted, reluctant to leave the warmth of the couch. Exhaustion clung to him, but something about the quiet moment pulled him up.

With a sluggish motion, he pushed himself upright, the towels draped over his shoulders slipping slightly. Instinctively he grabbed onto them, pulling as they were his armor against the lingering cold. The one on his head slid forward though, nearly covering his eyes, and he huffed. There had to be a reason why he tugged it back into place before letting out a quiet sigh when he could have just thrown them around.

Bare feet padding softly against the floor, made his way to your side. Towels rustling with every step. The warmth they held was fading, but he kept them wrapped around him anyway.

By the window, he didn’t say anything at first—just gave a little jump to sit on the counter with you, close enough that his shoulder nearly brushed yours, staring out at whatever had your attention.

Jason reached out, one hand wrapping around your arm while the other cupped your cheek, gently but firmly keeping your head still.

His eyes narrowed studying you—staring at you—his expression unreadable.

“Do you need glasses or something?” he asked bluntly.

"What?"

"You keep closing one eye like that. You look like an owl." He repeated.

"An owl? Like... hoot hoot?"

Jason scoffed at your lame attempt at an owl impression.

“Owls don’t even make that sound,” he shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm—but the amused smirk tugging at his lips betrayed any real annoyance.

"I tried," you defended with a small shrug. "I’ve never seen an owl in my life."

"Me neither. But I know they don't sound like that,"

With a sigh, Jason finally let go of your face and arm, but not before tapping the top of your head in some vague, brotherly gesture.

“Now answer me. Glasses—yes or no?”

"Probably?" You popped the *p* before hesitating, still smiling but uncertain.

"I can see…" Your eyes narrowed, focusing like it required actual effort. Finally, with newfound, almost forced optimism, you pointed.

"The couch," you declared with newfound optimism from somewhere.

Jason didn’t even bother holding back his expression—half unimpressed, half entertained.

You just couldn’t help it. Something about him was so amusing. If not a little annoying.

“You’re nearly blind, then,” Jason said, his eyes widening like he had just stumbled upon a groundbreaking discovery. Somehow, despite being as blunt as ever, he didn’t sound mean—just genuinely baffled.

“So, the door? You can barely see that behind me? And—and when you stared at me outside, it was because you couldn’t see me?"

“Yeaaaah, sure,” you drawled, dragging out the word. “That’s why I stared at you for so long…”

Jason didn’t catch the sarcasm. If anything, the idea only made him more fascinated, his eyes practically glowing with curiosity.

He turned his head away, trying (and failing) to hide the red creeping up his face behind a cough.

“Wait, wait, wait—you mean to tell me that you were just standing there, squinting at me like that because you couldn’t even tell it was me at the door?”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth, not when he looked at you like that—like a kid uncovering some great mystery.

The truth was, you hadn’t recognized him at first. And then, when you did, you had hesitated for too many seconds, unwilling to acknowledge it.

So instead, you just stained your smile onto your face, squinted at him again, and shrugged.

“A bit.”

You’d rather let him think you were blind than admit to the real reason. And, to be fair, it wasn’t entirely a lie—your vision did blur every so often.

Jason let out a short laugh at your answer, shaking his head.

“A bit, you say? You straight up stared at me, and I thought you were just crazy or something.” He laughed again, but after a second, his expression shifted. His gaze flickered over the way your eyes kept narrowing and refocusing, and a small frown tugged at his lips.

“…You can’t see anything far away at all, can you?”

"Hey!”

Jason raised a brow, crossing his arms as he held up two fingers right in front of your face.

“You can see what… how many fingers am I holding up, then?”

Deciding to humor him, you rolled your eyes before deliberately answering wrong.

“Four.”

“Ha! Nope, wrong.” Jason waved the two fingers closer to your face, smirking as if he’d just won a game. “You really got that wrong? C’mon, try again.”

His grin was practically gleeful as he held up the same two fingers, waiting expectantly.

You squinted dramatically, leaning in like a grandma reading the fine print on a receipt.

“Oh! …Two!”

Jason narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Is that an actual answer or a guess, you blind bat?”

Before you could answer, he held up four fingers this time, wiggling them teasingly.

“How about this number?”

“Okay, okay, enough eye testing for tonight,” you dismissed, waving a hand.

Jason snickered, finally lowering his hand, but the playful spark in his eyes remained.

“But I was just getting to the fun part.”

Then, as his laughter faded, he leaned in slightly. His smirk stayed, but his expression turned more serious.

“Seriously, though. You’re basically blind,” he said, shaking his head. “You gotta get glasses.”

You shrugged, giving a half-smile. “Maybe one day.”

And why wouldn't he catch the way your voice dipped slightly? Or how your fingers twitched against the counter? Obviously something about the way you said it—too casual.

Jason was young, not stupid.

Of course you didn’t have glasses. Of course, you couldn't just get them. Just like how dinner was either pizza or leftovers. Just like how there was no microwave.

His stomach twisted uncomfortably.

“…You can’t get them, can you?” he asked, quieter this time.

You blinked at him, “I could if I wanted to.”

Jason stared.

You sighed, finally breaking on that front.

“No, I can’t.”

Surprising even if it shouldn't have been. And for some reason, it made his chest feel tight. He didn’t know why it bothered him so much—just one more thing neither of you could have. Jason nudged you lightly with his elbow, like he wasn’t about to say what he was about to say.

“…Guess I’ll just have to be your seeing-eye dog or something,” he muttered.

You snorted. “Oh, so now you admit you eat like a dog?”

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “Okay, no! That’s not what I meant.”

But when your expression had softened—not in pity, but in something almost grateful, so did he.

And Jason decided right then that until you could afford glasses, he’d just have to be your extra pair of eyes.

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Together pt. 1 | Neteyam Sully

summary: [Request by Anon] Could you do a Neteyam x f!reader where she is the eldest child of Ronal and Tonowari? Being the eldest of two Olo’eyktan, they understand each other so much. One night, they confide in each other, Neteyam how he longs to come back to his home but can’t say anything as the perfect golden child and always have to watch out and take the blame for his siblings, even though he loves them more than anything. Reader confesses how much pressure and feels like a failure to her parents, and she is so deeply scared to death about her siblings that she loves more than anything. One thing leads to another, and they spend the night together (no smut, please). Comes the day after, and they do not speak to each other, so confused and refusing to acknowledge what happened. For fuck sake they are young and not mated. But Ewya has other plans for them and reader is pregnant. She tries to hide it especially from her parents as Neteyam and his family will probably be outcast and she will disappoint them so much.

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

pairing: Neteyam Sully x fem!metkayina!reader

warnings: characters are age up (18 years old), so I changed Neteyam’s age, allusion to sex, but NO SMUT, mention of young adult/teenage pregnancy (no romanization). Use of "y/n" maybe like three times.

a/n: my first request! And I took too long to write it (I'm sorry), that's why I have divided this in two parts. I have been a little stressed and feeling down, but I'm here. I hope anon and everyone enjoy this one. English is not my first language, please be kind <3.

Masterlist Pt 2

“Where were you?” Neytiri asked her eldest son.

“Yeah. What happened to ‘keep an eye on your brother’?” his dad followed.

“Sorry, sir.” That was all Neteyam could say, even though his own answer was physically hurting him.

All the time, 24/7, he had to take care of Lo'ak. Maybe he didn't have the pressure of being the next Olo’eyktan anymore, but now, in a whole new clan, he had to prove everyone he was the mighty warrior, son of Toruk Makto. But his siblings didn't help. He loved his family, but he hated the way he had to be a third parent, especially when his younger brother almost died (which was definitely not his fault).

After the incident with Lo'ak, Neteyam decided he needed a break, so he walked, and walked, and walked until he found a spot where he could hide enough time until he felt better.

He liked the depth of the island because it reminded him of his home. The metkayina were mostly on the shores of the Island, so there was almost always no one in the forest. That's why Neteyam thought he had no company in the woods. Surprisingly, when he was enjoying his time alone (still upset) he heard a slight ‘thump’. It sounded like someone threw something at one of the trees.

Unlike home, this forest was not as full of vines or places to hide, but the green leaves didn’t allow to see around him easily. He forgot to bring his bow, but he always carried his knife, so he got into a defensive position and slowly, sharpening his hearing, he waited to hear another sound.

“Damn it.” a voice said.

Neteyam got closer carefully. The moonlight snuck into the middle of the treetops straight towards the person who was keeping him company, so he finally saw you.

The first thing he noticed was your beautiful hair braided on top and decorated with shells and ocean rocks, not forgetting your hairpiece, the one who reflected your status among the people. He recognized the elegant pearls your top had and the songcord that was hanging gracefully from your loincloth.

What was unusual and a little confusing was seeing your upset and distressed expression, since whenever he observed you from afar he looked at the relaxed and kind expression you gave to your people. Not like he was looking at you all the time.

Yo started to walk in circles, murmuring things he couldn't listen to. Apparently, his trained capacity of moving smoothly was so good you didn't notice his presence. When you turned around you immediately hiss and show your long sharp nails in a defensive way. When you recognize him, you let out a tired sight.

“Neteyam, you scared me.”

“Y/n, I see you.” He did the sign showing respect. “Sorry about scaring you, that was not my intention.”

Even if both of you were formal, actually, you guys were pretty familiar with each other. Because, of course, as the oldest daughter of the Olo’eyktan, you were there helping the Sullys when they arrive to the village and most of the time, when you weren't training with your mother, you liked to trained with them or just have a good time with them and your siblings.

“You seem pretty upset.” Neteyam talked first.

“Well, you too.”

Nobody said anything because no one wanted to show vulnerability. A thin tension started to build until you decided to let your guard down a little. It wasn't that you didn't trust Neteyam, but you weren't used to showing people when something was wrong. On the other hand, Neteyam wasn't used to talking with others when he wasn't feeling well.

“It's just… it sucks, you know?” You said, sitting on top of a big rock.

“I know, it does.” Both of you chuckled. “If you need to talk with someone, it would be just between us.”

“I don't want to bother you, it's stupid.”

“If the future Tsahik is upset, it should be pretty serious.” He said with a teasing smirk. That made you smile a little bit.

After a little silence, you started. “First of all, I love my siblings with all my heart. I don't have anything against them and I don't know what I would do if something happens to them. I also love my parents, but sometimes mom and dad put so much pressure on us, especially me. I mean, sometimes I get it, I'm the future spiritual leader, but I'm their daughter too, you know?”

“Yeah, it's like they forget you are still a child who wants to go home too and suddenly you are the third parent.” You looked at him with worried eyes, knowing why he was saying that and feeling someone was finally understanding you. Neteyam was now sitting next to you.

“Ao'nung acts like the king already when he has a whole pad to follow until he becomes Olo’eyktan. He's mean to your siblings at the point he almost killed Lo'ak today.” You said, upset. “Sorry about that, by the way.”

“You don't have to be sorry, it's not your fault. That's the problem, it's not my fault either. Why do we have to take responsibility just because it involves our younger brothers? Lo'ak is old enough to know what is right and wrong, but I have to take responsibility for his skxawng ass.”

“They might really think we are the third parent. Apparently we are always with them and we can control everything they do.”

“Like if we were some kind of psychics.”

“What's a psychics?” You asked a little bit confused. Neteyam saw your cute face, trying to figure it out if that was a good thing.

“Sorry.” He laughed. “They are people who can see the future.”

“Oh.” You whispered. “Yeah, like if we were some kind of psychics!” You said, this time a little bit more upset. “Wait, isn’t Tsahik some kind of psychics?” You looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

Minutes passed and you started to talk about other things. It was magical how you two had so much in common and understood each other. Neteyam was so happy he could finally get close to you, well, closer than all the days and nights all of you (metkayina and omaticaya siblings) swam and trained together.

Under the moon, surrounded by beautiful plants, you lay on the ground and start joking. Like that, Neteyam looked more relaxed than you've ever seen him. Most of the time he was the “Mighty Warrior”, but you liked to see him like that, like his true self.

“You know you look handsome when you smile?” You said all of a sudden.

“What?” Neteyam thought he imagined your sweet voice saying that, just like in his dreams.

“Sorry.” You said a little embarrassed, sitting down.

“No, no. It's okay.” He smiled. “It's just… Nobody has ever told me something like that.” You two blushed. “You are beautiful, you know that?” You looked at him surprised. “Oh, c'mon, don't tell me it's the first time someone tells you this.”

“Boys always want to be close to me so they can court me in the future. They want an opportunity with the future Tsahik, not with the real me.”

“Well, they are stupid.”

Neteyam was sitting down already, so he took his time admiring your face closely.

“Don't do that, you are making me nervous.”

“Oh, you are always making me nervous, pretty lady.” You smiled. “Every time you are close my heart can't take it, it feels like I'm gonna faint.”

You began to get closer too, watching his lips with attention. You felt very nervous, but that didn't stop you from closing all distance and kissing him shyly and sweetly. Neteyam was surprised, but he couldn't deny he was waiting for this moment since the day you helped him with his breathing teaching, realising he liked you too much.

His hands rested on the sides of your jaw, deepening the kiss, while you played a little bit with his hair. That triggered something in Neteyam, making the kiss no longer sweet, but a little hungrier. You let out a surprised little noise. He guided you, leaving you lying on the floor again, with him on top of you.

“Can I…? You know we don't need to do this if you don't want to.”

“Please…” You whispered before he kissed you again.

The next day you flatly refused to talk to or even see Neteyam, because you were confused and angry with yourself. You weren't going to lie, you enjoyed every second of the night you spent with Neteyam. You felt comfortable, loved, and safe, but the problem was that you two weren't a couple and you weren't even courting. Your mother had always told you that the first time had to be special because Eywa was the one who unites all mates and your father had assured you that you should not give yourself body and soul to someone unless you truly loved each other because, otherwise, you could get hurt.

“I'm stupid, I'm so so so stupid.” You scolded yourself alone after Neteyam greeted you from across the beach while he was fishing with his father, and you walked away completely ignoring him.

Neteyam was so happy when you two woke up that morning and greeted each other with a smile. But when you got away every time he tried to talk to you, he realised maybe something bad happened.

“I hope you don't think we didn't notice you were not in the marui last night.” His father scolded again, when they were preparing their knives.

He told him he had fallen asleep by accident while searching for beads for his mother, like the first time he arrived in the morning when the only one awake was his dad.

All day and night he felt bad about what happened with you. He thought about it a lot and came to the conclusion that maybe, even if it was the best thing that happened to him in his short life, it was a mistake not to have done things right with you. He should have asked your parents for permission, he should have courted you and given you gifts until you said yes. And now he messed up.

Three weeks passed in which you filled yourself with tasks to avoid going out with your siblings and the Sullys. You felt bad. You missed singing with Tsireya, hunting with Ao'nung, walking to the shore with Rotxo, joking with Lo'ak, swimming with Kiri and feeding ilus with little Tuk, but what you missed the most was Neteyam’s warm company. Still, you refused to approach them fearing that Neteyam would try to talk about what happened that night and that the others would notice that something was wrong.

“Aren't you gonna eat your breakfast, little fish?” Your father asked.

“I'm okay, I need to go to the shore. The best shells are usually hidden deep in the sand, so I prefer to look now so as not to miss the daylight."

“But, we don't need too many shells.” Tsireya said, helping her mother with the sleep mats.

“We might not need too many, but we need the best for our clothes for the mating ceremony of Ae'k and Payu next week.”

You lied, so you didn't have to accept the fact that the food smelled bad for you. You didn't want to offend your parents, who spend so much time cooking together, especially when you were the only one who seemed to have that issue. When you were out of the marui, your little sister caught up to you before you got any further.

“Wait, sister. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, why?”

“I don't know. You seem distant since a couple of weeks ago, even Ao'nung noticed. You don't have time to hang up or train with us, but I was hoping you weren't mad at us. The Sullys asked us what we did to you.

“Oh, Reya, I'm so sorry. I'm not mad or something like that, I just have a lot of responsibilities lately, but as soon as I have time I'll go with you guys, okay?”

“Okay.” She smiled, still a little worried.

Neteyam saw you on the beach, searching for something in the sand. He considered approaching you, but decided he didn't want to bother you.

“What's happening between the two of you?” Kiri asked after a few minutes where Neteyam would peek at your direction every so often.

“What? What are you talking about?” Neteyam asked, clearly avoiding the topic.

“Come on. At first I thought Ao'nung and Tsireya did something to make her mad, like Lo'ak and Tuk, but I can see the way you want to talk to her and she's… basically ignoring you.”

Kiri's words hurt him a little, but he knew she was right. He hesitated. He didn't want to talk about what happened, he felt somehow he was disrespecting your privacy, but he couldn't take it anymore.

“Sorry, Kiri. I have to talk with her.”

He decided he had to talk to you since her sister noticed something was wrong. Now it was just her, but it was a matter of time until the other ones noticed.

Neteyam walked to your figure kneeling on the sand. You were so invested with your shell searching that you didn't notice him approaching.

“Y/n, can we talk?” He asked not wanting his voice to tremble.

“I am kind of busy right now. Sorry, Neteyam.” The tone of voice you used wasn't rude, but a little bit cold.

“Please, we need to talk about what happened that night.”

“Nothing happened that night.” You answered, stopping your movements, but not looking up at him.

“Really? Nothing happened?” He asked, now hurt.

You sighted tired and frustrated. You weren't feeling good, but that wasn't an excuse to hurt him. “Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. It's just… it's complicated and now I don't feel like talking.” You answered, standing up. When you were on your feet, you trembled a little, noticing the way your vision got blurry.

“Wow, are you okay?” Neteyam asked, worried, holding you by the elbows to keep you from falling. When you looked at his beautiful golden eyes you almost gave up. Somehow you felt the need to take refuge in his arms.

“I'm fine. Thank you.” Like that you walked to the marui where the clan kept the materials needed to make clothes. Fortunately, it was empty.

“Please. It's okay if you feel uncomfortable, it's completely understandable. But we can't avoid the topic forever.” He said, unaware of how your world started spinning. You kneeled on a mat, distracting yourself by organising the shells in the right place. “We need to talk. Whenever you are ready, but, please. Kiri already noticed something.”

“Neteyam…” your view turned black for a moment and you didn't know how you ended up lying on the mat with Neteyam kneeling next to you, holding your head.

“Hey, hey. Y/n, please wake up. Open your eyes for me.”

“What happened?”

“I don't know. You fainted for a few seconds. Did you eat this morning?”

“Not really.” The light was hurting your eyes, so it was difficult to open your eyes completely.

“Damn it. Why? You can't be doing things like that. You need to eat, otherwise you are gonna feel sick.”

Then everything made sense. No, you weren't feeling like that because you didn't eat. It was the third time in the week you felt like that. You puked once, when taking care of the youngest ones of the clan, after you played with them. Gladly no one saw you because you ran to the woods on time.

Your disgust for the food was definitely new. You never felt rejection of your mother's food. Not even when you were sick as a child. At those times you eat different things, but never you decide not to eat.

Your mother… Your mother was feeling like that now that she was expecting…

“Oh, my Eywa.” You whispered, sitting down and covering your mouth. “No. No. No. No.”

“What? What is it?” Neteyam asked, now worried to death about your sudden change of mood.

“Neteyam… I think I am pregnant.”

Neteyam and you talked in that marui for hours, sitting down a little far from each other. You knew you wouldn't have privacy in any other place, besides the woods, but you didn't want to go there, for obvious reasons. The metkayina didn't enter the marui because it wasn't the day of the week to make clothes. So you two had plenty of time to discuss your little... situation.

“Are you completely sure?” Neteyam whispered, looking at the mat.

“Well, we just can be completely sure by asking my mother, and we are not gonna do that.” You bit your lip, anxious. “But I had the symptoms and I had never felt like that, not until… until you.” You said, hugging your knees embarrassed.

Neteyam looked at you at the mention. He knew it wasn't the right moment, but he liked how you had said that. And you looked so beautiful like that.

“Well… then, we are gonna take responsibility for our actions.” He said, decisively. “Do you want to?” He asked, changing his tone, now nervous for your answer.

“I don't know… I mean, what other option do we have? But I don't want to have them just because that's how it should be. I feel bad.” You said, rubbing your now flat belly. “And I don't know if I am prepared.”

“I know. I don't feel prepared either.”

“Wait, you wanna… you wanna be with me in this?”

“Of course I want to.” He stood up and sat next to you. He took your chin so you could make eye contact. “I would love to if you want it and if you let me.”

All you could do was hug him tight. He embraced you and his scent was everything you needed to feel safe and calm again.

“Now… What's our plan?” He asked.

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