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gguk-n · 7 months ago

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Hello there! Love your work on the Max Verstappen x reader fiction. If it isn't too much, can I request an angst based on the song " All I wanted was a coffee" by Samantha Ebert? You can decide the ending but, a gut wrenching angst with kelly is appreciated. Thank you!

I hope you like this, I tried to use the song in the way that I saw fit. The reader has many insecurities and bit of mommy issues. Mention of cuts and bleeding.

Part 1 of Do you love me?

I wish you loved me

{Reader’s POV}

Max and I started dating soon after he got out of a really long relationship with his ex. With Max being a Formula One driver; the details of his past were general knowledge, did I wish I didn’t know? Yes. Because in the pictures of Max and Kelly, you could see his eyes sparkled and he would smile so bright sometimes and I felt like I never got to know that Max. But every relationship is different; I couldn’t compare it, could I?

Max was loving, I mean every boyfriend is. He would sometimes forget important stuff but he was a busy man with an even busier job.

But it hurt when I saw Max with P or Kelly for that matter. His eyes would light up; I just felt like crap every time he met them, but Max never noticed. At the end of the day, Max was always around P while she was growing up, it was a given she missed him, right?

It got worse when Kelly started coming to races and meeting Max. The worst was yet to come; the other girlfriends started to side eye me whenever me and Max would interacted as if Max was Kelly’s boyfriend.

I was in the bathroom when I heard them; they were talking about how Max and Kelly looked cute together, they were the model family, that Max deserved better. Kelly even talked about all the gifts he got her and P recently. I just sat there in the cubical for a very long time.

I waited, I was dumb I know but no one’s loved me before and the fact that Max was willing to love me even for a moment felt like relief. I didn't want to let him go, I could not when there was a chance he would come back.

I waited like always, Max was always away having dinner with P since she missed him. She missed him a lot ever since we started dating. I never said anything since Max was like her father figure but it hurt.

One of those nights, I was sat drinking whiskey, it was in Max’s alcohol cabinet. The bottle was almost over. The snacks dried up soon after the third glass. I was sat on the floor, glass in hand when Max walked in. “World’s best dad everyone” I sang. “How much did you drink?” He laughed. He laughed at me. “You know my mother was right” I said, trying to get up. “She wasn’t really the best mom, now was she” Max commented. “Yeah but she was right about a lot of things and she was right about how difficult to love I was” I laughed. Max looked at me with sadness in his eyes, “don’t pity me Max.... How could Kelly steal you from me?” I cried. Max said nothing. “No no sorry sorry, how can something be stolen from me when it was never mine to begin with.” I laughed bitterly taking the last swig from my glass. “The alcohol’s gone Max, just like your feelings for me or did you ever have them to begin with?” I slurred.

“Y/N I” Max began. “No Max, you’re not at fault. It’s my fault for coming between 2 lovers. You should’ve told me that you loved her, I would’ve never dated you” I cried for the first time tonight in front of Max. As I steadied myself, the whiskey bottle fell and broke, and I tried to pick up the pieces but ended up cutting myself. “Hehe look Max I’m bleeding” I giggled holding up my hand. “Y/N let’s clean that up” Max said trying to hold my hand. “NO, Kelly won’t like it. I’m not a home wrecker...or maybe I am” I laughed bitterly. “Let me help you” Max pleaded. “You look at me with so much concern for the first time since we started dating” I pointed out. Max’s eyes bore into mine. I tried to walk away but ended up stepping on the glass. “Look I’m bleeding from my foot now too. At least now people can see that I’m hurting since I’ll have bandages all over me. My heart ache gets missed every time, you know. Maybe now, they might see my hurt, for once” I said with fresh tears forming.

“Mothers are always right. I’m unlovable, always been. If only I was pretty, if only I was a model, if only I was thinner, if only I was….Kelly Piquet, then you would’ve loved me. But I’m me, I’m plain old difficult to love, Y/N that’s why I’m unlovable” I chuckled. “Let’s go to the hospital” he pleaded again. “No, I’ll take care of myself. Don’t worry about me anymore. I’ll be out of your hair before you know it. Then you can have your happy ever after with Kelly” I laughed bitterly. “Did you ever love me?” I asked. Max was quiet. “I was just a rebound wasn’t I. Tell me you really loved me even for a second” I begged. “I’m sorry.” He said.

I grabbed my phone with my other hand while bleeding on to the floor; “don’t worry. I’ll clean your place before I leave” I said looking at the trail of blood I was leaving and dialled my phone calling the only person I knew in Monaco, the only person who didn’t hate me or talk badly about me, Lewis. “Lewis, Hi....I need to go to the hospital. I’m bleeding” I giggled. “Are you drunk? How did you hurt your self? Where are you?” He asked concerned. “Yes, yes, home no wait, Max’s home” I answered. I heard him sigh. “Where Max?” He asked. “He’s here” I said looking up at Max. “Ask him to take you now?” Lewis suggested. “NO, we broke up, and ex-boyfriend’s don’t take their ex-girlfriend’s to the doctor” I explained. “What?” He asked shocked. “Please Lewis, it hurts. Can you come soon?” I asked. “I’ll be there soon” Lewis said and cut the call. I sat there and looked at Max, “The whiskey tasted sweet as always and you sobered me up so fast” I sighed looking at the mess I had made.

Lewis came to take me to the hospital; he did not speak to Max. I guess even he knew what was going on. I didn’t see Max again after that either.

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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months ago

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May I please request where I am kiaras sister and I become pregnant from rafe and my parents kick me out

I love this sm

Not under my roof

R! Is 19, mikes an asshole

The wait was suspenseful, Rafe paced the room while your leg bounced up and down, both of you staring at the test.

When the two lines appeared, Rafe threw his hands up, running a hand through his hair. Your eyes welled up.

“Rafe-“

He bit down on his lip, stopping his pacing and looking down at you and nodding, his mind running wild. He thought for a moment before speaking.

“Fuck. Alright, alright, it’s okay. We got this, we can do this shit, right?” He was mostly talking to himself, but he looked at you as he said it. Tears ran down your face and he got down to your level, sitting in front of you, cupping your face gently.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey. It’s gonna be alright, okay? ‘M gonna… figure this shit out, gonna marry you, and I’ll… clean up another room at Tannyhill. It’s gonna be fine. Okay?”

You didn’t say anything or nod, he frowned. “You heard me? I’m gonna figure things out for us.”

You nodded and he sighed, standing up and leaving the bathroom.

The one thing you were worried about? How the hell were you gonna tell your parents?

You took a deep breath, fumbling with the key in your hand and opening the front door.

“Mom? Dad?” You called out, shutting the door behind you.

“In here!” Your mom shouted from the dining room. Your heart racing as you walked over to them, plastering a fake smile on your face when you saw them.

Kiara sat, looking miserable at the edge of the table, watching as you entered. Sarah was next to her. Great.

“Sit,” your dad motioned to a plate on the other end of the table. You gave Sarah a small smile and she gave one back.

“What’s this?” You asked when you sat down, pointing to the meat on your plate.

“Swordfish.” Your mom spoke, your face fell and your heart sunk. You couldn’t eat high-mercury fish.

“Is something wrong?” Your dad asked, you swallowed and looked at them.

“Uh... No. It’s just… I can’t eat swordfish.” You said, you should have known they would pester you about why.

“Why?” Kiara asked with an attitude, everyone now staring at you.

“I… my doctor told me not to eat meat for a few days.”

“What? Why? Is something wro-“ your mom immediately started.

“Everything’s fine.” You lied with a small smile, taking a sip of the water next to the plate.

“Then why can’t you eat meat, y/n?” Your mom kept going, a warning in her tone now. She knew something was up.

“I- not here.” You told her, glancing around the table.

“Y/n, tell me right n-“

You uttered the words quietly, 'I'm... I'm pregnant.' The room fell silent as your mom's fork clattered onto her plate, your dad's knife froze in the air above the fish, and my sister's eyes widened in shock as she stared.

Her words stumbled out in disbelief. "W- you’re- what?" she stuttered. "Whose... whose is it?

You looked at Sarah, closing your eyes and sighing as you muttered Rafes name.

Sarah’s face turned into one of shock. Kiara’s one of disgust.

“You had sex with Rafe? Are you kidding me right now?!” Kiara shouted, standing up.

“Kiara! Go to your room!” Your dad shouted back, standing up as well, pointing in the direction of her room. Your sister stormed off, Sarah stumbled behind her, still in shock.

Your dad sighed heavily as he sat back down.

“What are you gonna do with it?” He asked quietly.

“I’m… keeping it.”

“Do you really want to raise a child? You’re 19.”

“I- I mean, I want this. Can’t you just be happy for me, for fucking once?”

“Do not use that language with me, young lady.” He sneered. “I can’t have this shit happening under my roof. Under my watch.”

"You only care about your reputation!" You shouted at him, the words bursting like a dam breaking after years of pent-up anger. It felt terrifying to finally release all that had been bottled up inside you for so long.

“Y/n-“ your mom started, trying her best to stop the both of you.

“Don’t ever fucking say that, I’m just trying to help you! You can’t raise a baby! Not alone-“

“I won’t be alone!”

He scoffed, “you really expect me to believe that Rafe Cameron is going to stay with you after this baby?”

“You don’t know anything about him! Dad-“

“Sweetie, I think you should just lis-“ your mom started.

“No! It is my baby and my life, and if you don’t want to be involved in their life, then so fucking be it!”

“That’s not what he mea-“

“Get out.” He said, breathing heavily as he stared at you.

“W-what?” Your mom asked, looking at him now.

“Get the fuck out of my house, y/n.” He pointed to the front door.

“What? Are you serious right now?!” You exclaimed. “You’re kicking me out?!”

He wordlessly stormed to your room, going through all your drawers and grabbing everything, ignoring your mom’s protests as you shouted at him. He went outside, throwing all your clothes outside. He saw Rafe in the car, and stormed over to the car, Rafe getting out the car and furrowing his eyebrows.

“Dad? What are you doing?!” Kiara asked, coming outside now as well. While she was mad, she still had her love for her sister.

“What the fuck, man?” Rafe pointed to the clothes on the floor and your sobbing figure at the doorway.

“I am not having this shit-“ he pointed to you and Rafe. “-Happen under my roof.”

“Seriously? You know, we shouldn’t have even told you.” Rafe scoffed, watching you gather your clothes from the ground and go into passenger seat of his car.

Mike scoffed. “Can’t believe this shit.”

“She’s an adult!”

“I fuckin’ told her time and time again to stay away from guys like you-“

“The fuck is that supposed to mean, Mike?” He sneered, already rolling up his long sleeves before you got out the car and sniffled at him.

“C’mon, please. Don’t.” You told him, not even looking at your parents. Your eyes were pleading and he just scoffed, motioning for you to get back in the car and getting back in the drivers seat.

His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel.

“How’d Ward and rose take it?” You asked him quietly, interrupting the silence.

“Better than your parents.” He scoffed, making you look down in your lap.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled to him.

“For what?” He questioned, genuinely confused as he glanced at you.

“Making you see that.”

“Hey, what did I tell you? I told you I’d be there for you, no matter what. I meant that shit, kid.“

It was silent for a little until he spoke up again.

“But, expect to be asked a million questions by Wheeze when we get back.” He said with a small smile playing on his lips.

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radfemsiren · 5 months ago

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Remembering my Afghani American best friend from my islamic elementary and middle school whose dad would get drunk every night and beat the shit out of her mother. She begged and begged for sleepovers because strangers in the house would make him leave, and I never told my parents about the situation (I lied and said she had no father or brothers) because I loved spending time at her house and staying up the whole night doing all the things we weren’t allowed to do that was “haram”… watching rated r movies, playing horror computer games, dancing to music videos on YouTube, cat walking in heels and makeup, scaring ourselves with creepypastas.

I remember we had a million stupid ass discussions about who the purple guy from five nights at Freddies was, or what a slenderman proxy meant, or if there were illuminati signs in Katy Perry music videos, or if emo drawings of Jeff the killer were hot. We’d whisper fight if Beyoncé or Lana del Rey was a better singer, or if teen wolf or maze runner had cuter boys. She was team Beyoncé and teen wolf.

We had to constantly be separated in school for talking, and we hated the creepy janitor and would throw wads of wet paper towel on the bathroom ceiling for him to clean up later. We got into so much trouble together, and would always smirk at each other in detention when we got yelled at. We’d shoplift lipsticks from the mall, and throw away expensive Quran transliterations from school, and sneak into the teachers break room and steal handfuls of ice and throw them on the imam/principal’s desk when he was gone to ruin his paperwork.

I moved away like I always had to do with my constantly migrating family and we lost touch. The last time I saw her in person was when we were still kids at her brothers wedding. I was laughing while I tried to ask her why the bride kept changing into different brightly colored dresses throughout the night. She wasn’t listening, and she burst into tears and cried about how her brother was just like her father and did every horrible thing he did. I held her and squeezed her so tight I thought her bones would break.

I recently tried to reconnect with her again but she’s already married, pregnant, and has abandoned social media and texting because it’s “haram.” Trying to talk to her was like speaking to a stranger… she had no interest in any of the things we would spend hours playing with before. “Islam is important to me now, I’m a new woman. We were messed up kids, it’s time to grow up.” She told me to never contact her again and hung up the phone.

Sometimes I feel like I failed her, and sometimes I understand that I was a girl trying to survive too.

One day I’ll save money to travel back there and talk to her in person. I’ll snap her out of it. We’ll spend all night up together again doing every terrible thing our teachers and parents and religious leaders warned us against, and laughing the whole way through it. We’ll get kicked out of bars and get into trouble and snicker our way through it all, knowing we’ve already won. I still have her dirty, worn, my littlest pet shop horse she gave me when we first met. I hold it in my hands when I see news of the what’s happening to the women of Afghanistan, and I feel like I’ve failed her again. That I’ll forever be stuck an immature child and her a miserable adult, both of us doomed, unable to be saved from our fates in the end.

#radfemsirensart

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i4hischier · 1 year ago

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𝜗𝜚 just come home , lando norris

✦ °. — girl dad!lando norris x fem!reader

✦ °. — plot: your husband has been away due to racing season so when your two year old vocalizes on the phone how much he misses him, he takes a break from his breaktime to come see his two favorite girls.

✦ °. — warnings: none, lando + reader get emotional, really cute like tooth rotting (wc: 902)

✦ °. — mars’ mind: i had this exact dream about lando a few nights ago and really really wanted to write about it before my head exploded

it was slowly getting late as you stood in the kitchen washing up dishes from dinner, while your daughter lily sat in the floor playing with her toys. your phone started buzzing, you looked at it and saw lando was trying to facetime you. you hurried to dry off your hands and swipe to answer.

“hello!” lando beamed once your face appeared on the screen. “hi my love” you smile, propping yourself up against the counter on your elbows. “how are you doing?” he asks, its was bright out, he most likely was just now leaving the track he just raced on.

“oh i was cleaning up from dinner” you pause, “i watched your race, did good today im proud of you!” the praise made lando smile from ear to ear, he got p4 which isnt podium but still something to be proud of. “maybe that why i did so good, cause i had my lucky charm watching me” he giggled at his own remark, even made himself blush.

you walk over to your daughter, sitting on the floor next to her. “actually, you had both of your lucky charms!” you smile, showing lily the phone. lando’s face lit up and he waved at her, “hi darling!” he chimed.

lily reached out for the phone, grabbing it from you and holding it comedically close to her face. “oh okay i guess its her phone now” you joke, smiling at her. “hi h-hi daddy!” she seemed as if she wanted to reach out to him through the phone. lando giggled at just the pure sound of her voice.

“hi there princess, did you watch daddy race today?” he asks. she doesnt say anything back she just nods her head. “i-i miss you” her little voice and her pleading words made your bottom lip stick out in a pout. “aw you do? well daddy will be home soon okay darling?” lily nodded, turning her attention back to her toys and dropping the phone on the ground.

you grab the phone, standing up and walking down the hallway to the bathroom. “well i guess she didnt want to talk to me anymore” he jokes before pausing to take notice of your face. the lines around your eyes and your nose turned pink and eyes watery. “whats wrong baby?” he plead. “i dont know” you shrugged, laughing at yourself for getting teary eyed. “for some reason the way she said she missed you pulled at my heart strings a little bit” you smile.

“i know mine too a little bit, made me feel a little choked up” he smiled. “we do really miss you over here though” you got somewhat serious with your statement. “i know honey and you know i’d be on a plane to you right now if i could but my body desperately needs a break”

you nodded, you knew he was right. it wasnt gonna be like this forever but for the small amount of time that it is, it sucks. “i know baby, and its okay, you know i want you to prioritize yourself right now” you smile, at him. “okay, ill let you get to bed soon, kiss lily for me too okay?” you nodded, sniffling and wiping your face. the two of you exchanged virtual kisses before hanging up, allowing you to get ready for bed.

the next morning was the same as all of them, morning shower, then making and eating breakfast and then cleaning up. lily had just gotten cleaned up and you left her in the living room watching tv so you could brush your teeth. you stood for a minute, looking at yourself in the mirror poking at all of your insecurities you’ve had your whole life.

suddenly you heard lily yell “daddy!” you assumed maybe lando had called you and she got to the phone. “lily honey is daddy on the phone?” you called out walking down the hallway. there was silence, no talking from lily just complete silence. “lily?” you called out again.

you stopped in your tracks when you reached the living room, there stood lando in the doorway, holding lily tightly in his arms as she giggled. “oh my god!” you smiled, lost for words as you ran up to him throwing your arms around his neck. “hi baby” he laughed at the sheer force in which you threw your body at him with. his free arm wrapped around your waist, holding you at the small of your back.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, placing both hands on each side of his face. “well obviously i needed to see my two pretty girls” he smiles, smothering lily with kisses, making her burst into a fit of giggles, slowly sitting her back down.

the both of you watched as she quickly ran back over to toys. you turned your attention back to eachother as you connected your lips, which was the first time in a week but felt like years. “no really why are you here? you need rest and you what, get on plane and choose to lose sleep?” you mutter.

he shrugged his shoulders, smiling at you, “i meant what i said, i wanted to see the two of you, plus i’ll get my sleep eventually.” you felt emotional again, you always felt emotions stronger when it came to lando for some reason, you just couldnt understand how you had gotten so lucky to be with him.

(author’s notes:) i had to rewrite this twice bc tumblr kept deleting it but how do we feel about girl dad lando BE HONEST!!! thank you for reading & don’t forget to join my taglist !!

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bernardsbendystraws · 1 month ago

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You Don’t Own Me

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P14 P15 P16

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, crying.

A/N: This is like 12 pages long. Enjoy the girthy chapter!

With love and big tits, Rose

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P9: Get it? Got it? Good.

Stay away. Chris isn’t even my friend, it shouldn’t be so hard to keep myself distant from him. But it’s already proving to be beyond difficult. The second my tired eyes opened and my hand reached to my nightstand, I realized I already fucked up.

My fucking phone is in his room. Of course.

The lotion on my face is less than soothing. My reflection in the mirror makes me feel more tired, the bags beneath my eyes darker than usual. Even though I fell asleep pretty quickly once getting home, I kept waking up throughout the night, stressful dreams I can’t even remember causing my body to toss and turn for hours on end relentlessly.

Being without my phone feels weird, but the anxiety building up in my chest makes my mind search for tasks to procrastinate going over to their house. What if Matt opened the door? Or worse—what if he only saw me in the midst of getting my phone from his brother's room with no explanation?

He’s my friend, I know he’s trying to look out for me. I don’t want him to think I don’t trust him. And I definitely don’t wanna lose a friendship for something I didn’t even know how to describe. It’s not like losing Chris would be losing a friend.

My body jolts, my finger scratching along my cheekbone from a sudden pounding on my bathroom door.

“Move your damn laundry!” Bayeln seethes, a movement on the lower half of the door letting me know he fucking kicked the wooden material. Again.

I don’t get it. He’s always just so angry—but only at me. He never acts like this with my mom. Something changed when we were kids. I remember it started a little before my dad passed away, but no fight between us was memorable enough to be a possibility of his hatred. At least not to this extent.

My nose scrunches as I see a small red line imprinted on my skin. I look like I got scratched by a fucking cat. Great.

The sound of his door clicking makes me sigh in relief as I walk out of my bathroom and towards the laundry room. I pile my clothes into my hamper quickly, scurrying off and catching a couple stray socks as they threaten to fall out of the basket. My back shut my room door behind me. I dump the bin on my bed, the array of clean clothes creating a mountain on my sheets.

I’m so tired. And I want my phone. Usually, I could play music or watch some sort of video.

“What’s the point?” I huff, sliding on my shoes before cracking open my window fully and climbing outside. There’s no reason to put off getting my phone any longer. If anything, it was just making me more anxious. Explaining to my mom why I was leaving sounds stressful. And even though I could lie, I didn’t have the energy for that right now. I just want my phone, folded laundry, and a damn nap.

The sun is too bright. Everything is so vibrant and lively, almost feeling fake as I walk slowly down the sidewalk. My eyes squint towards the ground. I can barely see.

And then I hear it—the familiar trot.

It can’t be him. It can’t. Please for the love of—-

“Need your phone?”

Fuck.

My hand shields the beaming sun rays as I look up, finding Chris with Trevor’s leash in one hand, my phone in the other. I’m not even all the way down my street. The walk was supposed to mentally prepare me to face him. So much for that idea.

“Thanks–”

The creases on my face deepen, my eyes squinting from more than just the intensity of the sun. What the fuck is he doing?

“Uh-uh.” he tuts, pulling my phone to his chest before sliding it into the pocket of his hoodie. Chris walks even closer to me, placing Trevor’s leash in my hand before starting to take more steps in the direction I just came from.

The fuck?

“Chris—what the hell? Are you gonna give me my phone?” I ask, jogging slightly to catch up to him. He shrugs next to me, humming contently as we pass by my house. This was supposed to be a quick trip—get the phone and leave. I can already tell this is gonna take a while.

His strides seem to get slower. I look up, seeing the neighborhood playground buried in trees. Why are we here?

I follow cautiously as he walks on the dirt path that’s slightly overgrown with weeds. The rusted swings creek in the wind, the morning air becoming quieter as we stride away from the streets and neighboring houses.

I hate it here. It showed me things I didn’t wanna see—things I didn’t wanna remember. Coming here as a kid was so pure. And now it was just a reminder—nothing is the same, nothing will ever be the same.

Rusted swings, overgrown vines, chipped paint, and eerily barren. A lot of the neighborhood liked to joke that this place was haunted. And it was. Maybe not by spirits or ghosts, but by me. My hatred was enough to make the place feel different.

“C’mon, Trevor likes to go on the play set.” Chris explains, snatching the leash from my hand. My hands grasp each other in front of my chest. I dig my feet into the patchy grass as I watch him take off Trevor’s leash, the dog immediately trotting over and climbing on the playground stairs. I wince watching him pee through the patterned holes. Ew.

My eyes narrow as Chris gently tugs my sleeve. Turning around, I follow him as he sits on a swing, his head nudging to the one adjacent to him, urging me to sit. Grabbing the metal chain, I clasp my fingers around the cold material, cautiously sitting down. The shriek of rust makes my stomach curl. I let my feet dwindle on the ground, gently starting to push myself around.

Looking over, I see Trevor happily sniffing the entirety of the play area. His nose twitches furiously, his snout digging into corners as he inhales.

“Does he always do this?” I ask, peeking over my shoulder to see Chris slumping, his arms lazily wrapped around the swing chains.

“Pretty much.” he answers. I gaze back towards the dog, my lips curling upward as his paws curiously slap onto the built in X-O wall of rotating blocks.

It’s odd, but it’s adorable.

I hear Chris clear his throat from behind me. My eyes stay trained on the sight of Trevor playing around. “Why did you, uh—why’d you leave last night?”

Oh.

My body turns until I’m facing him. The edge of my nail gets caught in the chain for a brief moment, my finger running over the now rigid edge as my lips smack open and shut.

Chris kicks the soft dirt beneath his swing. “You…I just—-I woke up at like three in the morning, so you must’ve walked home in the middle of the night. And I…I…”

His voice softens into a whisper, his words disappearing as he lets out a heavy breath.

“Matt walked me home.” I say. The words are rushed, but calm. I see his shoulder raise with a deep sigh, falling as he relaxes and looks over at me. “I, um—he told me about his night with Mia.”

“He couldn’t have told you later?” Chris puffs, rolling his eyes as he itches the side of his head.

I shrug. “I guess.”

Silence waves over us. The faint sound of Trevor’s collar jingling making me hyper aware of Chris staring over my shoulder to monitor the dog. Matt’s voice looms over my shoulder, my lips pursing together as I chew into the side of my cheek.

I need to leave. I shouldn’t be here—not with him at least.

My knees flex as I go to stand up. “Can I have my phone? I need to go fold my laundry and—”

“What’d he tell you?” Chris interrogates, his jaw clicking tighter. His eyes avoid mind as I look over at him. I relax back into the swing, my hands clasping around the cold metal as I try to take a deep breath.

“He just—um, he got a really cute picture with Mia—”

“That’s not what I’m asking.” Chris points, his tone falling lower. “What did he tell you? What’d he….what do you know?” he asks.

I stare at the side of his face while swallowing thickly. “Chris, I don’t know if I should—” My lips stutter shut as his eyes dart into mine. His gaze isn’t as cold as it usually is, but something about it makes my lips feel loose, the words spilling out before I can spare a second thought. “He told me about your mom and—and your other brother.” I answer.

Chris narrows his eyes at me, his face relaxing as he inhales sharply. “Okay, but what did he say? I…can you just…tell me?” he asks, his eyes softening as his hand grips tighter onto the swingset.

My pursed lips seem to make him sigh louder. He blinks slowly, his head turning to me but his eyes glued to the ground. “Can—-just—”

I interrupt his struggling words, my hand landing on his. His eyes flicker up to mine, his tongue licking over his lips as he swallows. “I….he told me that I—-like, he doesn’t want me to…um….”

How do I say it nicely?

“He told you to stay away from me, didn’t he?”

Nodding slowly, I watch as Chris runs his hand over his mouth, shaking his head with disapproval. “-course he did.” he huffs.

My feet dig in the ground as I shift uncomfortably. Trevors sniffs are the only sound besides the drifting leaves and branches, the creeks of the rusted metal only a faint suggestion within the chaos of the quiet.

“So?” Chris asks, staring at me with blunt eyes as he raises a brow. So what? As if reading my mind, Chris licks over his lips to speak again, “So are you gonna listen to him?”

The clarification does little to ease the swarming thoughts pulsing through my brain. “Chris—I don’t know. I mean, I trust Matt and he’s your brother. I don’t wanna be in the middle.” I explain, my chest feeling heavier as he licks over the ridges of his teeth.

“He doesn’t get to make decisions for me—or you.”

I shrug, letting out a sound of disbelief. “I’m confused. Chris—we’re not even exactly friends. The only good interactions we’ve had…they’ve always ended poorly—you’re always pushing me away like you don’t even want me around most of the time. Why do you even care?” I push.

“I let you sleep in my bed.” he mentions, grumbling.

My eyes widen, my body tensing as I sit up straighter. “And then you practically tried to kick me out the next day! I—-I don’t know what you want from me, Chris. I really don’t understand you.” I exclaim, my voice getting quieter as I settle back into the swing. My head shifts from side to side as I stare out onto the surrounding trees.

“I was coming to give you back your phone—” The tips of my nails pinch my palm at his words. “Which you still haven’t given me back.” I point out.

Silence waves over us again. Trevor plops on the ground, tired and panting in front of us.

“I just…you’re…” Chris trails off, his words halted by a deep sigh.

“I’m what? Chris, I’m trying to understand, but…you’re not exactly making this easy.” I say, reach my hand out and brush his shoulder. Chris shifts at the touch. I retract my hand into my lap, watching as he stares at the movement before letting his eyes stare into mine.

“You’re the only one who isn’t treating me like I’m…I don’t know—”

“Fragile?” I fill in, watching as he gnaws on his bottom lip, nodding slowly.

“Yeah…fragile.” he repeats, his gaze sinking to Trevor in front of us as if he’s searching for comfort.

Maybe he isn’t so hard to understand. Part of me feels like I’m looking into a mirror, the tired reflection so familiar that it’s confusing. But it’s not confusing. It’s just…sad.

“I get it.” His head turns to me at my statement, his eyebrows shifting together as his lips part slightly. “My dad—-I…when he passed, everything changed. Hell, I fucking changed schools just so my friends would stop asking if I was okay. They all loved him, he—nevermind.”

My gaze shifts up to his face again. “I get it, though. I really do. My mom and brother refused to really mourn him like I did, they sent me to therapists—therapists who kept telling me the same thing. Time heals, let yourself feel sad, but—”

“But it doesn’t bring him back.” Chris says, interrupting me as I feel my lips pull into a tight line. “Yeah.” I agree, kicking the dirt beneath as my feet hover on the ground.

The tension of confusion fades into a calm silence. I haven’t talked about my dad or really thought of him for a while. Reliving happy memories didn’t feel nice. Every good moment felt like a loss. And that feeling is just unbearable to bathe in. The drought of forgetting the happiest moments of my childhood were a lot easier to deal with than drowning in mourning.

“Here’s your phone, you, uh—you can go fold your laundry or whatever you want to do.” he says, holding out the device.

Reaching forward, I clasp the small rectangle and stuff it into the pocket of my zip up. My knees straighten as I stand up. With a small peek over my shoulder, I see him staring at the ground, holding out Trevor’s leash and putting it on the dog as he trots towards him.

Chris stands up, dusting his hands off on his baggy sweats. As his eyes flicker up, his face furrows with confusion. “Aren’t you, uh—gonna—”

“Do you wanna come fold laundry with me?” I blurt, biting my tongue as I see his lips pull into a slight smile.

“Laundry, huh?” he teases.

Oh god. Why did I say that? Is laundry that fucking important to me?

“You know what, you can continue your walk with Trevor and I’lll—” As I start turning around while rambling, I feel his hand grab my own. My entire body stiffens at the touch. His bare skin on mine is warm, enticing. It seems to travel up my arm, leaving a tingle over my shoulders and behind my ears.

His eyes are gleaming directly into mine, whatever words resting on the tip of his tongue resting silent.

And then a sharp bark makes me jump.

My eyes go wide as a muffled yelp leaves my lips. I hear Chris laugh, looking over to see his gaze trained on our tangled hands.

“Oh—sorry.” I heave, snatching my hand away as I realize the sudden scare had left me helpless to realize I fully grabbed his hand, clutching onto it like a scared child. Chris laughs harder at my reaction. He hunches over, grabbing at his hoodie as my cheeks burn with warmth.

“AHAHHAHAHA—-YOU—-” Chris heaves, clutching onto the outside pocket of his hoodie as he struggles to stop laughing.

It’s kind of…cute. Well, not cute. I didn’t find him cute, no. Not at all. It’s just…different.

“Can you shut up?” I mutter, rolling my eyes as I try to keep a straight face. It’s probably because his laugh resembles Matt’s stupid giggles, but it’s so contagious.

“Sorry, sorry—-yeah, let’s—fuck, sorry—-let’s go fold your laundry,” he sighs, placing a hand over his chest as he tries to catch his breath.

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The mountain of clothes on my bed was intimidating. But, with Chris’s entertaining commentary while sitting on my bay window, it passed by quickly. We had taken Trevor and dropped him off at their house. I didn’t wanna know how my mom would react to a boy in my room—much less a dog too.

“You dropped your…” his eyes flicker down as I shove in a pile of sweatshirts to a shelf in my closet. I huff, pushing the neat pile in further before setting it in place and dusting off my hands. “What?” I ask, looking at him as his finger points towards the floor.

“Oh my—fuckin’ Matt touched it and now it’s cursed—”

“What the fuck—why was Matt touching your bra?” he questions, his eyes burning with emotion as he waves his hand in the air.

Oh.

That sounded bad. Very bad.

“No, no—it’s not like that. He was helping me pick an outfit for our date and…I’m gonna shoot myself, oh my god. This doesn’t sound right.” I exclaim, sitting on the edge of my bed and burying my face in my hands.

It wasn’t our date—-it was a double date, but my rambling lips were only making my body cringe more. Silence seems better than the chaos of anxiously and poorly explaining.

I feel the bed sink next to me. A reassuring hand rubs on my upper back, making me freeze as I unshield my face hesitantly.

“You mean your double date.” he says. I nod, letting out a sigh as I sit up straighter, the feeling of his hand resting on my shoulder making my body lean a little bit closer to his. But I don’t mind it. He smells really good. “-and I’m gonna assume it was an accident. Because—well, it’s Matt.” he says, laughing lightly.

The shift in his demeanor allows my body to relax enough to take a deep breath. “True.” I huff, laughing at the memory of Matt freaking out. He’s so stupid—in a good way, but he’s stupid.

Fuck.

The mention of his name makes my mind replay his words. Stay away. I was supposed to be staying away from Chris, but now I’m closer than I’ve ever been before.

My shoulders stiffen as I slowly scoot away from Chris. This is wrong. His hand drops from my shoulder. I hear him let out a huff of confusion, his hands twisting on my sheets as he pinches the fabric.

“This…this isn’t right, Chris. Matt said—-”

“Why is Matt so much more important to you than me? It’s not like you’ve known each other very long, and you sure as hell aren’t dating or anything. So tell me—why do you care so much?” he asks, his eyes burning into the side of my head as I keep my gaze stuck to the floor.

“Chris, I think you should leave.” I whisper, my face scrunching as I feel a sting of pain in my chest. It hurts to push him away. It hurts to feel so lost—like there is no right answer.

“No. Tell me why you wanna listen to him like a fuckin’ dog—”

My head whips over, my eyes narrowing as I watch his lips tighten into a straight line. “He’s my only real friend, Chris. The only real friend I’ve had in years. Would you rather I lose him as a friend and go back to walking home in the middle of the night? You don’t….” I shake my head, my nose scrunching as I watch his jaw tighter. “You don’t get it.” I say, crossing my arms over my chest as he stands up.

“What about us?” Chris questions, staring down at me with disapproval. My eyes float around the room, my lips parted but silent. “Are we not friends now?” he asks.

As I look up towards him, I feel something change. Heat rises through my cheeks, but not with embarrassment. My mind is a mess. I’m so tired. I don’t know what to do.

I don’t even know how to feel.

My lip quivers as I try to keep my eyes on him. Chris drops his hands to his sides, his eyes widening as I feel a tear strike down my cheek, falling down my neck and into the neck of my shirt. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, but my hands refuse to move. My fingers are intertwined tightly, twisting and binding as I try to open my mouth and take a deep breath.

“I—” The words are cut off as I let out a sharp cry. “I don’t know, Chris—-I’m tired and this is—it’s so confusing and I—-”

Taking a step towards me, I feel his arms loop around me. One hugs my shoulders to him, the other cradling the back of my head while my tears sink into his hoodie. I don’t remember the last time I’d been held. And I don’t know if it’s the realization or the nostalgic comfort of his touch, but something seems to shatter as my face floods with more tears.

“Hey, I—I got you, I—come here.” Chris sits on the bed, and hugging me even closer. I feel his cheek rest against the top of my head, his hand gently stroking the back of my head;

“I got you, it’s okay. I just—I…I’m sorry.”

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blue-jisungs · 8 months ago

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drunken souvenir

# author's note … inspired by that one cute pic of a white cat covered in kisses and the fact that i did the same to my cat accidentally 😭

# warnings … mention of drinking n being drunk (as the title suggests lmfao), not proofread (are we surprised atp)

# word count ... 587

yangyang woke up, stretching slowly. he had a blurry memory of you coming back home in the middle of the night after hanging out with your friends. he only remembered, as if through fog, you stumbled in the corridor and then how you plopped onto the mattress, falling asleep right away.

he looked to his left and smiled upon seeing your still sleeping form. you had your makeup on, which imprinted on the pillow.

“ah, y/n” he shook his head and stood up, deciding to grab some makeup remover. yangyang didn’t even glance in the mirror - just straight up took the necessities.

on his way out coco swirled around his feet.

“one second baby, let me just clean up this big baby” he snickered and leaned to scratch the feline’s ear. his brows furrowed upon seeing a burgundy stain on its head.

yangyang’s heart dropped, thinking coco got hurt. he almost dropped the bottle he was holding but upon warranting a second look he realized it’s… a lipstick stain.

the shape of your lips. on coco’s white-furred forehead.

“morning, baby” your groan caused him to look up. he only smiled when he saw you rub your eye, smearing the mascara even more.

“hi, sleepyhead” yangyang hummed and joined you in the bed again, sitting at the edge next to you. he handed you the makeup remover and pointed at the pillow “did you have fun?”

“oh yeah. i think i broke a rib from all the laughing… it was good to hang out all together again. and, welp, drink… i drank so much… my head is about to explode, actually” you murmured, sending him a soft smile “i hope i didn’t wake you up when i came back home? i think i tried to be quiet”

he shook his head and scanned your features. you could see the amusement painted all over his face, ready to tease you about something.

“what? is it the makeup?” you asked, scoffing.

“no, no. it’s just that… i think you were a little too excited to see coco” he grinned and quickly grabbed the cat when it was strolling next to the bed. the feline meowed but snuggled against his chest.

only then you noticed the vermillion lipstick stain on coco’s head.

you started laughing and touched your lips, bare remains of yesterday’s makeup still on.

“i’m so sorry… i think, yeah. i don’t know, i forgot i had my lipstick on” you laughed and scratched coco’s head “how do we even get it off?”

“no idea… i guess i’ll have to look it up” yanyang laughed and put coco on the bed. the cat purred and sat, observing you two. especially it’s dad. he noticed the feline’s stare and started playing with it “whatcha looking at, hm?”

“well, she has a reason” you giggled and stood up, walking to the bathroom to take care of your face.

“i know i’m handsome–” he started nonchalantly.

“that’s not that” you interrupted him with a laugh.

yangyang furrowed his brows, confused. he stood up, joining you in the bathroom.

only then he saw his face. entirely covered in maroon colored lipstick stains. his nose, cheeks, forehead, chin. even one in the corner of his lips and under his left brow.

he felt blood rushing to his face, something quite… heartwarming about this sight. about the idea of coming home and just pepper-kissing his face with no control.

“you’re crazy” he whispered and traced one of the drunken souvenirs with a whipped smile.

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amsznn · 9 months ago

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can you do one with dad matt?

him and the reader have a potty training toddler who walks around with a naked bottom half for easier access to the potty 😭 .

the kid has to tell the reader or matt when they need to use the potty so they can take them and theres a lot of accidents and stuff and its really cute

ACCIDENTS - m. sturniolo

it was a regular sunday evening for you and matt. at least, it’s your regular. typically if it was two years ago you and matt would be cuddled up on his bed enjoying the sweet silence and each other’s company.

well those times have changed. especially with your new edition to your family. your baby girl, aria, brought a whole new world to you and matt’s life. bringing joy and sometimes destruction.

and as of right now? she’s bringing destruction.

all you were trying to do was relax a bit on the couch. no matter what anyone says, parenting was not easy. especially not chasing around a toddler that refuses to use the bathroom.

“aria, baby, i need you to go potty.” you try and plead with the stubborn two year old. but she only pouts and turns her back on you letting out a stern, “no!” before running off again.

you heavily sighed before walking towards your daughter. swiftly picking her up, you removed the diapers that were on her. she needed to learn how to use the bathroom on her own eventually. you set your baby down, now bottomless, watching as she ran towards her dads room.

aria bursted into matt’s room as you followed behind, plopping down on the bed. “dada!” your girl’s sweet voice rang through the room before she collided with matt’s leg as he was seated on his desk chair.

“hey my beautiful girl, where are your diapers?” matt questioned softly before holding her up by her armpits. aria only pointed at you that was nearly passed put on the bed from exhaustion.

“she didn’t wanna potty.” was all you mumbled before dozing off. matt could only chuckle but somewhat felt bad since youve been battling with the girl to potty on her own for weeks now.

matt rose up from his seat and carried his daughter to the bathroom before stopping infront of her potty that was next to the big toilet. he sat her down and she only looked at him in confusion.

“sweetheart, if you go potty ill give you ice cream, okay?” maybe bribery wasnt the best parenting technique, but hey, you seemed desperate and worn out so if this could work maybe it could help you. at least thats what matt thought.

“okay, dada!”

matt smiled and nodded before walking out towards the door, making sure to leave it open just in case. “i’ll be right here sweetheart.”

a couple of minutes had passed before matt heard aria yell out, “done!” matt smiled to himself before yelling back. “did you wipe?” the girl answered back with a yes and matt walked into the bathroom.

lets just say..

she did go potty,

she just missed.

the potty.

after cleaning up both the bathroom and his daughter, matt made sure to put a diaper back on aria to avoid the same outcome. by the time he was done you had already woken up to see both your husband and your daughter eating ice cream on the kitchen island.

“guess what?” matt said as he saw your figure emerged from the room. “i went potty, mommy!” your baby proudly said with a mouth filled with ice cream. you couldn’t help but smile and give her a bunch of kisses on her chubby cheeks that you loved.

you also gave matt a bunch of kisses as well as one on his lips, as a thank you.

“i can’t believe you did it.” you said in disbelief as you also grabbed a bowl for ice cream.

“yeah well, there were some accidents.” both your husband and your daughter started giggling like a secret was shared but just for the two of them. you only shrugged, just happy about this milestone.

a/n: ugh this was so cute chat i love dad matt

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writtenbyan-aries · 4 months ago

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oh my god girl ur sam fics give my lifeee literally screamed while reading the last one

Summary: while Sam is putting your child to bed, you overhear him tell the story of how you and him met

Warnings: swearing, dad!Sam, mentions of a haunted hotel, ghosts, kinda spooky memories, mostly fluff

Word Count: 2.5k | unedited

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As you were in the bathroom cleaning up after bath time, you couldn’t help but smile as you heard Sam getting your daughter ready for bed, “Come on, sweetheart. Bed time.”

He was such a good dad, you loved him even more for it.

You hear your young daughter, Thea, giggle as she runs and gets into her bed. You walk over to the door and peak in, watching as Sam bends down to pick out a book, “What book do you want to read tonight?”

“How did you meet mommy, daddy?”

Sam laughs slightly, turning to look at her with a big smile, “Is that the story you want for tonight?”

She giggle and nods, “Yes please!”

“Alright then.” Sam gets up and walks over, sitting down to allow Thea to cuddle up next to him, “Daddy met mommy when him and uncle Colby went on an adventure to a sp-“ he pauses, knowing anything spooky scares Thea, “We went to a hotel one day to explore it, right?”

“Right, yes.” Thea giggles, “And you found mommy there?”

“Yes, I did.” Sam chuckles, “When I first seen mommy, I knew that she was going to be who I wanted to have around for a long, long time.”

“Forever?” Thea asks looking up at him, and he nods, “Yes, sweetheart, forever.”

As Sam tells the story to the child, you found yourself reminiscing about it as well.

As you stood at the front desk, you noticed two guys walk in through the doors. Your eyes fixated on the blonde one as he looked around in awe.

You couldn’t help but smile when he looked over at you, smiling back as he nudged his friend to follow him, “Hi.” He says as he walks up to the desk, “I’m Sam Golbach and this is Colby Brock, we’re here to do an investigation.”

Sam extends his hand out and you take it, “Right, yes, Sam and Colby.” You nod, “I’m y/n y/l/n.”

Your hands linger together for a few seconds before you take a deep breath, moving to shake Colby’s hand, “I’m the manager and tour guide for the Florence Hotel. I believe it was you I spoke to on the phone about setting this up?”

You point to Sam and he nods, “Yes. That was me.”

“Great, um. Okay.” You look around, clearly growing more flustered by the second, “If you guys just want to hang out in the lobby, I’ll be out in a few. I just-I just need to get things, uh, situated back here before I give you the tour.”

Sam smiles, “Please, take your time. We have all night.”

You nod, “Thank you.” You smile and turn away, walking back through the door and stopping to take a second.

You hear Thea laughing, “You scared mommy!” Sam laughs, “Not so much scared, but I think she knew she liked daddy as soon as she saw him.”

You smile, nodding to yourself as you silently agree with him from out in the hallway.

You were embarrassed, you’ve never acted like that in front of someone before. You felt like you made a fool out of yourself in front of the cutest guy you’ve ever seen, but little do you know, that wasn’t the case.

“Your uncle Colby picked on me so much that night.” Sam laughs slightly, “He kept telling me that she liked me and that I made her nervous, but I didn’t believe him. I was scared she wasn’t going to like me back.”

Thea gasps, “Mommy didn’t like you?”

“No, baby. Mommy did like me, I just didn’t know it at the time.”

“So.. mommy did like you?” Thea asks and Sam smiles, “Yes, she did.”

You walked out from locking up the office and smiled, “Okay, so where would you guys like to start?” You looked between Sam and Colby and they looked at each other before Sam stood up, “Where ever you would like, where do you normally start?”

“I usually just start here in the lobby and then we cover bottom to top.” You swallow, praying your heart stops trying to beat out of your chest, “I will warn you that it does get a little intense, we’ve had people leave mid investigations and even in the tours during daylight hours.”

“Oh shit, really?” Colby raises his brows, “What happened if you don’t mind me asking.”

You couldn’t help but feel more nervous the longer Sam stared at you, “Well, uh, for I-instance, we had someone leave because they had scratch marks appear on their bodies and they said it burned, and then you just have the usual dizzy slash sick feelings.”

Sam shakes his head, “do you know if there’s like a demon or something that is here or is it just like an unhappy guests that doesn’t like visitors?”

You laugh slightly at his question, “Sorry, that’s not funny.” You sigh and shake your head and Sam and Colby laugh, “No, trust me. We completely joke to cope.”

You nod, “People have suspected that there’s a demon here, but..” you shrug, “Some people just have a better experience than others, I think it has a lot to do with how you approach everything.”

“Did mommy stay with you and uncle Colby all night?” Thea asks and Sam sighs, “I didn’t want her to, but she did. She made sure me and your uncle Colby were alright.”

“Mommy is so nice.”

“Yeah, baby. Mom is really nice.” Sam laughs and you shake your head with a smile.

You managed to pull it together for half of the tour. You didn’t stumble over your words or trip over the carpet that’s lifted up, you were doing good.

“So the final room that people report the most activity in is this room.” You motion to the door, “Room 308.” You pull the key from your sweatshirt pocket and push it into the lock, “Sometimes.. this lock.. gets..” you sigh, “Stuck..”

“Here.” Sam hands his camera to Colby and walks up next to you, “let me take a crack at it.” Sam’s hand slides over yours as you still have a grasp on the key. It felt like fireworks were being set off under your skin, and Sam sure as hell felt it, too with the way he looked at you.

“Did you.. get it?” Colby asks breaking the silence, and you jump slightly, “Oh, um. Yeah, Sam.. you can give it a try.”

You could tell Colby was smirking as you stepped back but you refused to look at him. Sam gives the door a good shove and he looks back with a smirk, “Yeah that wasn’t hard at all.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you walk past him and into the room.

“Did you think mommy was pretty?” Thea asks with a giggle and Sam scoffs, “Sweetheart, I thought your mom was the most beautiful person in the entire world, but you want to know something?”

“Yes!”

“It’s not just her now, there’s someone else. Do you know who that other person is?” Sam asks and Thea gasps, “Who daddy!?”

You lean around the corner, watching as Sam boops her nose gently, “You.”

You weren’t sure if it was the room, or if it was Sam’s overwhelming charm that made you dizzy, but you needed to get out of the room either way.

“Are you okay?” Sam asks as he follows you out, “Did something happen?” You shake your head as you look up at him, “N-no, I just.. got a little dizzy, is all.”

You lean against the wall and Sam instantly moves to hold you upright, even though you were really going to be fine. You take a deep breath, nodding as you turn towards him, “That room is where the scratches happened, so I’m sure it was just the overwhelming feeling of being in there, you know?”

“Right, sure.” Sam nods, his eyes scanning over your face. You could have swore that if it was just you and him there would have been a kiss or two.

“So what about the-“ Colby starts as he walks out, “Basement? Is that something we can look into?”

You step away from Sam as soon as you see the camera come into view, “Oh yes. Sure, we can head down there now if you’d like?”

“Wait, daddy. Was it a scary adventure?” Thea asks and Sam sighs, “Yes, it was. Uncle Colby and I were going to find ghosts and mommy was in charge of where they were all at.”

“Oooooh.” Thea whispers, “you saved mommy from the spooky ghosts?”

“Something like that, Thea.” Sam chuckles, “I think it was mommy who saved me from the ghosts more than anything.”

You stayed a few hours after your shift, mainly because you had paperwork and had to retag the new keys that came in. But, a part of you didn’t want to miss out on seeing Sam. You found yourself thinking about him, wondering if he’s okay and what not.

As you walk out to hang the keys on the hooks behind the main desk, you felt a presence walk up behind you. They didn’t say anything, which, with working at this hotel, that’s a normal feeling, so you just thought maybe it was something from within the hotel.

But it wasn’t, as soon as you turned around, you let out a scared yell and your hand flew to your chest, “Oh my god, Sam!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” He holds his hands up, “It’s just me! I didn’t-“ he sighs, “I didn’t know what to say!”

“You did scare mommy!” Thea laughs and Sam laughs with her, “Yes. Yes. That time I did, but it was okay! I promise!”

You laugh, “It-it’s okay.” You walk up to the desk and set down your box, “What can.. what can I do for you?”

He motions, “We’re.. headed to the basement now.. but when we were upstairs I forgot that I never got the key to our room.”

“Oh my god, Sam. I’m so sorry. That should have- I’m sorry.” You click on the computer and pull up their reservation, “that’s my fault.”

He shakes his head, “No, it’s mine. I just-“ he laughs nervously, “you’re just really pretty and you make me nervous.”

You slowly look over at him and nod, “I know what you mean..” quickly following up, “Not that, you’re pretty, I mean you’re cute I- oh shit.” You laugh and cover your face, “I’m not good at this.”

“Mommy called you pretty!” Thea laughs, “That’s so silly!”

“Mommy and daddy were silly at that time weren’t we?” Sam laughs, smiling when he sees you peaking around the corner, “But I think that’s why I fell in love with her.”

You smirk and tilt your head, rolling your eyes as you laugh quietly.

“Is that when you and mommy got married?” Thea asks and Sam shakes his head, “No that didn’t happen for a few years after I first met mommy.”

“Oh, was I there for that?”

Sam laughs, “No baby, you weren’t there for either of those things.”

You cover your mount to hide your laughter, moving out of view as Thea looks at the door. You didn’t want to interrupt Sam telling the story, so you sat down on the floor and listened as he started telling it again.

“This is going to sound cheesy as hell, but the second I saw you I was like wow, I like her.” Sam laughs, “Sorry that-“

“No, no. That’s about where I was at, I am? I don’t know what you’d call it, but I can give you my number if you’d like?” You point to the sticky notes on the counter and he nods, “Oh yeah, that would be awesome!”

You smile as you write down your phone number and hand it to him, “Just text me. I’m probably going to head out soon, but Lewis, the assistant manager will be here until seven.”

“Yeah, no worries. If you want to maybe once we’re done in the morning, we can get a coffee or something to you know, go over what we got tonight..” Sam smiles as he slips your number into his pocket and you nod, “I’d really like that Sam.”

“Did mommy leave the hotel after that?” Thea asks and you shake your head as Sam answers, “No, she did not leave the hotel. In fact, she stayed there all night and we went out for breakfast that morning.”

“Ooooh you had a date.” Thea teases and Sam laughs, “Yep. That was mommy and daddy’s first date.”

“You’re still here?” Sam asks as he walks up to the desk, “Thought you said you were heading out.”

“I was going to, but then I managed to make more work for myself so that I didn’t have to.” You laugh, “i probably sound like a freak, I’m so sorry.”

“No, not at all.” Sam smiles, “You should go home, get some rest, I mean that’s if you aren’t already back to working.”

“No, no.” You laugh, “I have the day off actually, partially why I didn’t mind staying.” You tilt your head, “I also kinda didn’t want to leave without seeing you one last time.”

“Yeah, I was hoping I could catch you before I left.” He smiles, “If you’re not too tired, maybe we can do that coffee now? Breakfast, too maybe?”

You nod, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“And what happened after you left the hotel and went back home daddy?” Thea asks and that’s when you stand up, walking into the room, “Daddy couldn’t go a day without talking to mommy. Always calling her on the phone, texting her..”

Thea laughs and Sam shakes his head, “No, that-“ he stops, tilting his head, “Okay, maybe that’s how it was, but mommy was like that, too.”

Thea giggles as you sit down next to her and Sam smiles, “After a few weeks of talking on the phone, I went to see her and after that..” he looks up at you and you smile, looking down at Thea, “they lived happily every after.”

Thea smiles and a yawn quickly follows, “Goodnight mommy. Goodnight daddy.”

“Goodnight, Thea.” You and Sam whisper, each of you getting up to kiss her head before walking out of her room.

“What brought that on?” You ask as you wrap your arm around Sam’s waist. He shrugs, kissing your head, “No idea, but I’m happy she asked. I love talking about the first time I saw you.”

He stops at the top of the steps and turns to look at you, “I knew you’d be my everything.” He smiles and you nod, “Look where we’re at now. You’re my everything, too.”

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Thank you so much for reading! I got this idea last night and just had to write it! I love you all so much and I will catch you in the next one!

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barbiiecams · 1 year ago

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daddy’s girl

dad!drew starkey x mom!reader, kinda trash but obviously i had too cus im in love with the video of drew and his niece oh my gosh <33

it was a peaceful morning. the sun was shining, the weather was warm, and it was a perfect day for a family date.

looking at the clock, you saw it was 8 am. you were a little surprised aaliyah hadn’t woken up yet, but she just started sleeping through the night. and you definitely weren’t complaining at all.

you sat up in bed while drew was still knocked out. he was still on go all night just in case she started crying in the middle of the night, so he was reasonably tired.

letting him sleep for a little bit, you got up to check on your baby. you made sure to keep your steps quiet, just so you didn’t wake drew up or potentially wake aaliyah up either.

opening the door to her nursery, a wide awake baby looked at you as you walked in.

you smiled at the position of her on her back, holding her feet. “is that my liyah girl up?”

she flashed you her infamous gummy smile. she loved to smile at anyone and everyone, and you just always had to thank god for your happy baby.

she kicked her legs around, more than excited to see her mommy in the morning again. picking her up from her crib, you smothered her in kisses. “my pretty girl, we’re gonna have such a fun day!”

you played with her a little more in your arms before you decided it was time to get yourselves ready for the day. walking into the bathroom, you brushed your teeth while you made sure she had one of her teething rings.

the wailing wasn’t happening now, but it would definitely happen later. better safe than sorry.

she was so calm and bubbly as you did your morning routine, it was perfect. she was really the definition of a “trick baby”.

you were almost done when drew walked in, clearly just woke up from bed not even a minute ago.

“good morning sleepyhead.” you grinned at him through the mirror.

he rubbed his eyes “g’morning,”

hugging you from behind, he gave you a kiss on the cheek then your lip. he reached over to aaliyah to rub her head comfortingly.

“this big girl slept throughout the whole night huh? didn’t she?” he started cooing at her, but that eventually turned into all of his attention. if there was someone that could “steal” your man, it’d be no one except his other princess.

he tickled her a little bit which made her start giggling, then gave her her morning kisses. a sight that would never get old to you.

“best sleep of my life,” you said while styling your hair, and it made him laugh.

“and you deserve it,” he said while wrapping an arm around your waist. “carried her for so long, s’the least i can do baby.”

you smiled at his words, “well she’s sleeping finally, so that means we can both start too.”

“and the stuff we used to be able to do almost every night,” he says into your ear, mainly so that liyah won’t hear.

giggling at his words and shaking your head, you finished with your hair. “it’s too early for you. this is the reason why she’s here in the first place.”

while cleaning your space up, he carries aaliyah off the counter. “you know i want another one.”

“me too,” you respond. “when she’s 2!”

he just smiles at this. he definitely doesn’t have a problem with that, but it just made him laugh that you were so adamant about the specific age. “you wanna be pregnant and dealing with terrible twos?

“you wanna deal with a baby and terrible twos?”

he throws his head back and laughs while bouncing aaliyah. “i’ll go get her ready, take your time baby.”

before walking out the bathroom he gives you a final kiss on the cheek. it feels nice being able to just have a morning to yourself after becoming a mom, but you always still cherished the mornings with liyah.

picking out your outfit, you settled on this for the fact that it was comfy enough to take aaliyah around the city as you planned.

when you were completely done getting yourself ready, you went to check on what your husband and baby were up to since it didn’t take you very long to get ready.

walking into her nursery once again, you saw a completely dressed and ready to go aaliyah.

“woww, that was quick. i’m impressed.” you praise drew.

he throws you a wink, “super dad.”

you giggle at his words while he hands her to you so he can get himself ready. the both of you were probably thinking about doing a brunch, so you packed liyah’s bag so you guys could leave as soon as he finished.

as drew walked out, liyah wasn’t having it. she started to get fussy and start whining when he was completely out of eyesight.

because of this, you paused packing some of her things. instead, you bounced her and patted her back, “ohh i know sweat pea, daddy’s just leaving the baby huh?”

although it could be a handful, you loved to see the bond she had with drew. she could be crying all night one second, but completely fine the next if she sees him right next to her.

calming down only a little, you were able to continue packing her bag. after 20 minutes of trying to keep her occupied, drew finally was done.

he takes the bag from you, “where we headed first, mama?”

“well i know she’s gonna get hungry soon and i definitely am, so let’s stop at our spot for brunch.”

before he can make another move, liyah reaches out for him and he takes her, “it’s clear who the favorite is.”

he smirks at you and all you can do was roll your eyes. it was the truth whether you liked it or not. “whatever. let’s go.”

laughing at your sentence, he puts his hand on the small of your back as you guys walk out of the room and out of the house, him also locking the door behind you too.

it’s the way he was able to multitask and do so much, while looking soo sexy, with a baby in his arm. it did really make you wanna give him another one earlier.

you made your way to the car and so did he, putting liyah in her car seat before entering the drivers seat. you guys headed down to the cafe that you and drew considered “your spot”, and you guys both planned to have your kids practically grow up with this cafe. it’s where you and drew both met for the first time, and all the memories you’ve made so far have been beautiful. you definitely weren’t going to stop making those memories anytime soon either.

—

arriving at the cafe, he grabs the baby bag and your purse while you put aaliyah in her carrier that was connected to you. eventually you would start putting her in the high chairs that the restaurants provided, but currently she was still in the phase where she needed to touch either mommy or daddy in public.

fastening the carrier, you and drew both walked in and saw familiar faces behind the counters.

“ah look! it’s my favorite person and her parents!” the owner jokes.

this makes you giggle and drew roll his eyes, “good morning to you too.”

you both find a spot and order your usuals. days like these you always appreciated. being surrounded by the people that make you happy and surrounded by peace.

drew started chatting with the owner while you chatted with his wife who also worked there. their daughter who was around your age had just had a baby herself, so there was already enough to go and chat over.

everything was going well, until of course you guys heard the whining. it was surely feeding time.

they watched you with smiles as you positioned her off your chest, but cradling her as drew handed you a bottle. as soon as you put it to her lips, she was completely calm again.

“that is really your twin, y/n!” the woman says.

“you think so?” you really only said this to hear her say it again, knowing how much she looked like you. you didn’t just cook her up for 9 months and pop her out for her not to look like you.

“most definitely,” she smiles.

“she may look like me, but that’s her true favorite right there.” you pointed at drew.

“really?” the owner asks.

“oh for sure,” drew says as he just admires the both of you. “i always tell her, mommy’s twin but daddy’s girl.”

he makes your eyes roll for what seems like the 50th time this morning, but he just laughs and kisses your cheek.

“when you have a son, he’ll most likely be a mamas boy.” the owner affirms.

“well, i guess we’re just gonna have to test that theory out.” drew says as he wraps an arm around you.

and that was just your main goal in life, to expand your growing family even more with him.

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mikobeautifulheart · 1 year ago

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hey sweetie!! its meee again!! (the one who requested the drunk megumi fic lmaoo)

ummm can you do megumi again??

so basically after a super tiring day, the reader and Megumi decided to chill in megumi's room. they get cozy and then they get intimate…. (no smut please!, JUST A STEAMY HOT MAKE OUT SESSION like before (with tongue [this is embarrassing now…]) AARRGHH!!.. and can you like, drag the make out session?? i mean, make it longer.) ummmmm then, gojo happens to pass by his room. he hears noises 👀👀(of smooches ofc)… he dramatically sighs like a proud dad considering how much megumi has grown and changed over time. (since he raised him). he then teleports into his room and takes a photo of them without them knowing(??) (idk the photo part, write whatever feels good!) he then teases megumi about it!!

and ofc do it only if it feels comfy for you!!

thanks a lot in advance!!!!!!!! <3333333333

Tehehe I almost jumped when I saw ur request anon, ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIVE.

Megumi and you getting caught up in the moment.

(And on Gojos phone)

TW: THERE WILL BE A MAKEOUT SESSION BUT NOT SMUT. and probably second hand embarrassment.

Maybe 800-900 wordsssish

UNNNNNNNEDDDITEDDD

You went over to Megumis dorm after training to study for your up coming tests. Why do you even have tests anyway your a sorcerer. Whatever any excuse is good enough of you get to hang with Megumi. You guys did actually study for a bit until the sun went down. That's when Megumi started to wrap things up. Even though it had been a few hours you were still hot and bothered from training, and Megumi knew that.

"My shower room is next to my bed room if you want to clean up." He said as he got up to put his study matierials back on his shelf. The best thing out having a small amount of students at Jujutsu High is how good the dorms get.

"If you don't mind."You said going to walk to the room. You paused

"Uh maybe not I didn't bring any clothes and my dorm is across campus..." You mumbled

"You can borrow some of mine" Megumi said hearing everything.

"Oh thanks" you said. Just thinking about being in his clothes makes you heat up.

You opened the bathroom door, spotless, as expected of Megumi. You suddenly felt him behind you making you turn around only to look right up at him.

"Sorry...but here the clothes" he said handing you a shirt and pants.

"Towels are in the corner over there" he mumbled before walking away.

"Thank you" you said going into the room and closing the door behind you.

What was he doing? He knew he wasn't supposed to have anyone in his dorm after 9:00 pm, let alone you. If he gets caught he would be doomed. He flung himself onto his bed, face in pillow and sighing loudly. The tips of his ears were red. He knows he's breaking the rules but...you...you were in his bathroom right now and you'll step out wearing HIS clothes. The image in his mind makes him groan. What was he going to do? You definitely weren't going back to your dorm, not that he wanted you to. And even if you tried to then you would get caught and he would just feel guilty.

Megumi would be lying if he said he never wanted this. He just hoped you did to. Just as he almost suffocated himself in his pillow he heard the bathroom door open. Footsteps filled his mind as you finally came into his view. He sat up and looked at you speechless. The way his clothes nearly slowed you whole made his heart explode. You rubbed the towel against your hair trying to get it as dry as possible before you set the towel aside and joined him on his bed.

There was an akward silence as it was taking everything in Megumi to keep his composure.

"Have you ever had a crush on anyone before Megumi" you asked out of the blue.

It obviously caught him off guard as he moved over to the other side of his bed to give you more space.

"Well...yeah I guess." He said rubbing the back of his neck starting straight at the wall infront of him. He could feel your eyes on him.

"What dose it feel like? Because I think I like someone right now." You said cheek flushed pink. You were nervous. You've been crushing on megimi for a while now but you didn't know how to take it out of the 'friend zone' so you figured that you should just go for it.

"Well it's like your having a heart attack." He starts.

"Then it makes you feel like you want to gently play with their hair" He says reaching out and taking a strand of your hair in-between his fingers.

"And then it makes you feel all hot and embarrassed but it dosent really matter when their so pretty."

You blush harded meeting Megumis gaze and refusing to look away.

"But when you reay like someone, it's love. And love makes you want to do this." He said hand letting go of your hair only to go behind your head and pull you into his lips.

You kiss. You kissed?

He pulled away for a moment letting out a hot breath.

"And it makes you tell them how much you need them and how you would die with out them."

He gose back into the kiss, but this time he slowly put his other arm around your back and lowered you gently onto the bed as the kiss deepened.

You part for a second and said

"Megumi I've never done this before, but I think I like it and I like you"

"I think I like you to" he said

He kissed you again but on your neck, making you groan.

Meanwhile when you guys were at the hight of your night a white haired menace walked by. He has 6 eyes there's nothing you can keep from him, that's why he was disappointed in Megumi because he thought he would have known that by now.

He decided to give Megumi a pass thinking it was iust Him and Yuji haning out until he heard a higher pitched groan. He opened the door slightly and looked into the room to see MEGUMI??? ON TOP OF Y/N???? A thousand thoughts went through his mind. Is he a womaniser? Is that the only thing Megumi learned while he was raised by Gojo? But he's only a kid! So are you...But your not kids anymore...but THATS HIS SON! And he was proud? A grin spread across his face as he closed the door and teleported beside Megumis book shelf, that was facing away from you guys.

"Y/N... I...I need you" Megumi said

"Megumi-" you said, your lips parting perfectly, almost irresistibly. So he went in again, this time he slipped his toung in making you gasp.

Gojo was mortified on one hand, he raised his son well, on the other hand he didn't know if Megumi should even be doing this... Eventually he settled on the 'do now consequence later' method. Before he left he snapped a picture and quickly teleported away.

"Hm. What's wrong Megumi?" You asked as he pulled away and looked around his room.

"It was nothing, I just thought I heard something" He said before going back down.

AUTHOURS NOTE: Thank youieee for the request my most loyal anon and I hope this time I did better (Romance wise) i mean be honest with me, I want to write what you people actually want so your going to have to be honest. Anyways im going to sleep now Gn. and thanks for reading.

You guys were heating up so much that the window started to gain condensation. Megumi deepened the kiss even more taking your breath away. You to were impossibly close together but craved to be closer. You put your arms up and wrapped them around Megumis neck making him go deeper into the kiss again.

One of your hands couldn't help but wander into his hair, playing with it while being high off love. He trailed kisses down your neck leaving a hicky here and there, tounge swiping over each one giving you chills.

"Megumiii~ " you groaned voice sounding like heaven to him.

"Mmm" He said in-between his bites

"What if someone sees them?" You say.

Honestly he could careless about who ever saw them, right now he only wanted you.

"Let them." He said before lifting is face above yours.

" I don't care who sees. Do you?" He asked

You shook your head as a 'not before he smirked and crashed into your lips again.

The next day after traning Gojo took Mefumi aside to talk.

"Look son-im so proud of you, you've grown so much from the mini Megumi I knew" Gojo said pretending to wipe a fake tear from his eye

"Son?"

"Yeah, well word of advice form an expert, I get you'll die without her but you gotta be quieter and don't have your make out sessions when IM on night watch at YOUR dorms okay?"

"What the hell are you talking abou-"

Gojo pulls up the picture of Megumis face hovering above yours.

"YOU CREEP WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN MY DORM" He yelled trying to take the phone off Gojo.

"MORE LIKE WHAT WAS SHE DOING IN YOUR DORM!"

"DELET THAT!" Megumi yelled

"No, It's going in your photo album" Gojo said turning on his infinity so Megumi was no match.

"And maybe for her birthday you should get her a scarf to cover those 'bed bug bites'"

"SHUT UP YOU PERVET, IM CALLING C.P.C ON YOU!"

Across the field you saw Megumi yelling at Gojo, throwing things at his infinity when Yuji suddenly snapped you out of your distraction.

"Hey Y/N maybe you should get a new Marree, those bed bug bites on your neck look really bad." He said out of genuine concern.

"Uh YEAH ILL DO THAT" you squeaked turning read and pulling your collar up to hide the red marks on your neck.

"You and Fushiguro sure got the bed bugs bad" Nobora smirked looking at you knowing that no way in hell was that a bed bugs work.

THANKS FOR READING ♡

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anyarose011 · 1 year ago

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Too Late To Turn Back Now {Angus Tully x Reader}

Summary: A dislocated shoulder, an insult to end all men, a few lies, going out to eat, and an unwanted revelation about Angus Tully. What a perfect way to celebrate Christmas Eve-Eve.

Part 4 of 10 (Masterlist)

Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of arm injury, mentions of underage drinking, minor harassment, and discussion of cancer.

This was one of the more lighthearted and fun as hell chapters to write, so I hope you all enjoy it!

Word Count: 5.0k

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Apparently, Angus Tully had gone on another adventure without you. One probably shouldn’t call it an adventure if he went to the chapel, and merely stared at the photo of your dead friend for hours on end.

“Do you think he was praying?” You asked Mary after she told you that while you were helping her make lunch.

“I think he’s just as religious as you.”

You scoffed. “He’d never become a priest.”

“You’d make a lousy nun.”

“I’d be a fun one.”

Once the four of you sat down to eat, your father tried to give you cookies you knew for a fact were given to you by Miss Crane. You also knew they were a week old at this point. Still, to spare your father’s feelings, you broke off a piece. You then put it in your mouth, nodding with a smile before bringing your napkin to your lips as if to clean them, when really you just spat the cookie into it.

Immediately, Angus asked to go to the bathroom, and you knew he wasn’t doing that, but you couldn’t blame him.

“I’m trying.” Your father shrugged, and all you and Mary could do was laugh.

You helped her was the dishes after that, and went back out to the dining hall, still seeing your dad sitting at the same table, alone.

“Everything alright?” You asked.

“Yes, just waiting on Mr. Tully.”

“You honestly can’t force him to learn today.” You scoffed, leaning against one of the chairs. “It’s Christmas Eve-Eve.”

“You always had lessons on Christmas Eve-Eve, and you didn’t complain.”

“I did.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Several times.”

He sighed. “I’ll let him out early by an hour; if you attend as well.”

“Never mind, let him rot.”

“I thought so.” He got up from his chair. “Where on God’s green earth is that boy?”

You watched him leave through the doors Angus took ten minutes ago, and as you were about to go into the kitchen to (lovingly) bother Mary some more, you heard shouting. Now of course, you were (and still are) a nosey bitch, so you had no choice but to also go through the doors leading out into the hallway. You heard Angus first.

“There’s nobody here, okay? Just us two losers, a grieving mom, and your-.”

His face and words fell once he saw you enter, and your father turned to see you standing in the doorframe, looking as if you wandered into something you shouldn’t have. Then, you threw on the attitude.

“What am I now?”

He looked away. “Nothing.”

“Oh, wow!” You began with fake enthusiasm.

“I didn’t mean-.”

“-No, no of course you didn’t.”

Your father stepped in. “That’s enough from the both of you. Mr. Tully, I can forgive you for using the phone without permission if-.”

“-If what?” He interrupted. “No, let’s cut the shit: You stay out of my way, and I stay out of yours.”

Of course, your father had detention slips in his back pocket, and of course he threw one up. “That’s a detention.”

Angus pushed past him, groaning and walking fast down the hall. You pursed your lips. “You really showed him.”

“Stuff it, Lady Macbeth.” He scolded, then called Angus. “You just earned yourself a detention, sir. Now, get back here!”

Angus looked back. “Being here with you is already one big fucking detention!”

“Son of a bitch, that’s another detention!”

In response, Angus knocked over a trash can, which caused your father to run like you’d never seen him run before. You should be ashamed that your first instinct was to laugh, but you weren’t and you still aren’t.

You should also have felt like a fool for deciding to run after them as if it were a game. Again, you didn’t feel like one then, and if you were to do it again as an old woman, you would in a heartbeat.

You saw as Angus tore off posters from the wall and would stop at corners just to taunt your father. Then, after running around more than half the school (you had no idea how much honestly, but it was enough for you), you stopped outside of the gym with the both of them. Even with Angus’s back turned, you knew he was contemplating the unthinkable.

“Don’t you even think about it, Mr. Tully.” Your father warned, panting from running. “You are a hair’s breadth from suspension. I’ll wash my hands of you, you hear me? Wash my hands.” Angus ignored him, stepping into the gym.

You followed your father as he kept going. “Stop right there, you know the gym is strictly off limits. This is your Rubicon. Do not cross the Rubicon.”

Angus took one look at the gym equipment, then back to the two of you. “Alea jacta est.”

He winked at you before springing towards the trampoline, bouncing off of it and over the balance beam. When his body landed with a hard ‘thud!’, you and your father were stricken with tense silence.

Which was then broken when an inhuman scream ripped from Angus’ throat.

Still, as your father looked on in horror, you said (being completely unbothered). “He’s faking it.”

When his screams didn’t subside, and you only heard them grow louder and he threw in more explicate language, your smile fell. It was when he got to his knees did you see how mangled his left arm looked, and you felt like you were going to throw up.

Angus Tully was one step ahead of you in that department, and that’s all we should say about that (not that he nearly puked on you; if anyone ever says that, they’re lying and should be shot on sight).

So, that was how, on the afternoon of Christmas Eve-Eve, you came to be standing outside of your father’s shitty 1964 Nova. You and Angus, who was crying while wearing half of his jacket, were shivering violently, waiting for your father to scrape off the car.

“Hurry up!” Both you and him would beg.

“I am hurrying!” Would be your father’s only response, and you saw his face grow redder every time either of you would yell.

Luckily, he managed to (somehow) scrape it all off and you three piled into the car. Even though you were going to anyway, you father insisted you sit in the front (more than likely because he knew you and Angus would probably try to kill each other in a high tense situation, and who would’ve figured he was right).

“I was on thin ice already.” Your father panicked at you as he stepped on the gas to the hospital. “If Woodrup finds out, the facts won’t matter, he’ll make it my fault.”

“It is your fault!” Angus cried from the back of the car, trying to hold his mangled arm up. “You were supposed to be looking after me!”

“I told you to stop!”

“You said you washed your hands of me!”

“No, I meant it metaphorically!”

“Of course you meant it metaphorically. What were you gonna do, actually go and wash your hands?!”

Your father turned back to the road. “Unbelievable. Unbelievable, I said I will wash my hands, never once did I say it in the present tense!”

“I don’t know, Pontius Pilate.” You shrugged. “This Jesus guy makes a good point.”

When he hissed your real name, you nearly shrank into your seat. “I don’t need any more of this from you. You were the one to tell me he was faking it anyway!”

“You said that?!” Angus yelled. “Jesus, I knew you hated all men.”

“Not true.” You turned around to look at him. “I would’ve said the exact same thing about a woman, especially if I heard her screaming from your room!”

Out of all the times you made a man cry and left him speechless, this one was and forever will be your favorite (obviously he was crying from his arm, but you liked to think your comment also did that). Your father scolded you for your foul mouth, but it was 100% worth it.

There you three sat in the emergency room, waiting for over an hour for a nurse to let you in, when your father started monologuing to himself.

“This is the end. They’ll inform the school, who will inform your parents, and then it’s curtains. You’re gonna get me fired; you.” He looked at Angus, then you. “I hope you like sleeping in the snow, Josephine.”

“I love it more than life itself.” You rolled your eyes.

Angus grumbled. “I’m the one about to lose an arm and all you can think about is yourself.”

“Hey, he was worried about me.” You pointed out.

He turned and glared at you, and you actually felt bad for the first time that day.

A nurse soon approached you, handing your father a clipboard and pen. “If you could just fill this out, please. Admissions and insurance.”

Your father, hesitantly, begins to fill it out. It sounded like a joke at first, having to sleep somewhere else, but honestly what were you going to do? You and your father lived in the faculty housing ever since-.

“-Excuse me?” Angus asked the nurse as she was walking away. “Is there any way we could skip this whole insurance thing?”

“It’s just standard procedure.”

“I understand. But look, we were over at Squantz pond playing hockey, and I slipped on the ice.”

Your father whispered. “Angus, what are you doing?”

But he kept going, glancing at you for a moment. “Our mom told him not to take us, but I made him. Our folks are divorced, and we don’t get to see each other very often. She’ll be mad as a hornet if she finds out.”

The nurse still didn’t let up. “Okay, that’s your business. But we just have certain protocols.”

“Yeah, protocols.” Your father tried to warn.

Angus didn’t listen to either. “Please, we ever get to see my dad. It was my fault, all mine. I don’t want to get him in trouble.” He looked at you. “We can’t have her dragging him to court again.”

You shook your head, swallowing a pretend lump in your throat. “No. Last time was…oh god.”

He looked back at the nurse. “Can we skip the whole insurance thing? We can pay cash. Right, Dad?”

What a sucker; it took you and Angus to do ‘Kicked Puppy” eyes for a minute, and she was brining the three of you in to the see the doctor in three.

When they were removing his shirt, they told him first look away from the arm, but they didn’t inform you.

“Is it that bad?” He asked upon hearing your audible disgust.

“Not the worst thing I’ve seen in a hospital.”

Your father slugged you, but not hard enough for it to hurt. Still, the whole thing was a blur as they popped Angus’ arm back into its socket. It was dislocated, not broken, and a part of you selfishly wish that it had been just to spare you from the disgusting noises. That and also Angus’s screaming, as if you hadn’t been objectified to that enough.

The three of you were leaving after Angus' arm was tied in a sling, when your father spoke up.

“Barton men don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Angus asked, readjusting his sling.

"Lie."

“Well, I had momentum.”

“Mhm,” he looked at you. “what’s your excuse?”

You shrugged. “I don’t go to Barton, and I’m not a man. Thank God, by the way, considering I hate all of them.”

Even though you said that sarcastically, neither of the men said you were wrong.

When you three made it to the pharmacy, and your father handed over the prescription, the pharmacist went to search for it. Angus lowered his voice, saying to your dad.

“You said that if Woodrup finds out, you and her screwed. So now he won’t find out.”

“What if your parents ask?” You questioned.

“Never going to happen. Trust me.”

Your father raised his brows. “Okay, then. This all remains entre nous. Got it? You know what entre nous means?”

“Oui, monsieur.” He smirked “Now you owe me.”

“Owe you?” Your father gasped. “Do not try to leverage me, Mr. Tully.”

“All I’m looking for is little thank you that I did something nice for you. That’s all.”

You shrugged, deciding you wanted a treat too. “It is Christmas Eve-Eve.”

Your father took you all out to ‘The Winning Ticket’; the classiest tavern within 50 miles. Classy being the less dingy, place in Barton. As your father and ‘Friend of Some Sort’ had a minor debate on underage drinking, you saw the last waitress you wanted approach.

“Miss Crane, as I live and breathe.” Your father sounded amazed as if he saw Aphrodite herself. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, hi guys!” She laughed “Yeah, I always pick up a little extra work over Thanksgiving and Christmas.”

“Well uh,” he gestured to Angus. “This is Mr. Tully.” Then to you beside him. “And this is-you already know my daughter.”

“Yes,” she nodded. “quite well. My niece knows her too if you can believe that.”

He laughed a little louder than he should have, and you wanted to crawl under the table and bang your head against the metal support until you split your skull open.

“Oh, and sure, I know you.” Miss Crane nodded to Angus.

“Angus Tully,” he smiled. “we met outside of Dr. Woodrup’s office. I was wrongly accused of blowing up a toilet.”

“Well, I didn’t know about the ‘wrongly’ part. I just know that miss Hunham talks a lot about you when she visits.”

Aaand now you wanted to just take any of the silverware off the table (even the spoon would work) and stab yourself.

“Does she?” He teased.

You were quick with a comeback. “About how ridiculously annoying you are. I was baking cookies and Elise nearly crawled into the oven because the things I said about you were just too horrible for her to hear.”

“Now be nice.” Your father said.

“When have I never?”

The three of you ordered (after another discussion about alcohol and underage drinking with Miss Crane this time), and it did not escape you or Angus how your father’s eyes were still on her even after she left.

“Ouch,” Angus smiled. “you two have chemistry.”

“That’s the Percodan talking.” Your father pointed out.

“I don’t know, seeing her like this, I think she’s pretty attractive.”

You gagged, not even having the will to come up with a good comeback, you were so disgusted. Thankfully, your father had one.

“Listen, you hormonal vulgarian, that woman deserves your respect, not your erotic speculation.”

You never gave it much thought; your father dating women after your mother died. He just never truly seemed that interested in anyone, and he said it himself, he never goes out. Still…while you do want him to be happy, the woman of interest is your best friend’s aunt-.

Angus pursed his lips. “May I at least go to the bathroom? Sir? “

“You mean the payphone?” Even when he saw Angus’ eyes darken, your father still was not stirred. “Jo March, accompany him, please.”

You sighed. “Why do I have to be his keeper?”

“Because I, Pontius Pilate, washed my hands of him, remember?”

With that being said, you walked with Angus over to the bathrooms, and waited outside with your arms crossed like a child being punished. After a few minutes, he came back out, and the first thing you asked was.

“How’d you lie so easily?”

He gave you a look. “When?”

“The hospital.” You clarified. “You came up with a whole story on the spot that was so convincing, you had a nurse wrapped around your finger within a minute.”

Angus shrugged, beginning to walk away. “You were honestly the icing on the cake.”

“Oh, thank you.” You spoke with sarcasm, following him. “But honestly, you-.”

“-Are you any good at pinball?”

Okay mister ‘Trying to Change the Subject’, you’d play this game (literally and figuratively). “Yeah, I think so.”

He grabbed two dimes from his pocket. “Wanna bet?”

“I guarantee you that’s all the money you have, so there’s nothing to bet.”

“Not exactly.” You both wandered over to the machines. “If I win, you owe me something, and vice versa.”

“And if I wanted you to get out of my life?”

“Done and done, but only If you win, which you won’t.” He put the dimes on top of the machine a guy was playing on.

“Sorry, kid. Next game’s taken.” The many said.

Angus furrowed his brow. “But I just put some dimes down.”

“Don’t care. My buddy’s up next.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“That’s how it works in here. Why don’t you go shoot the other fuckin’ machine?”

“Because I don’t want to shoot the other fuckin’ machine.”

You put your hand on his non-injured arm. “Angus, it’s fine.”

Before he could retaliate, the man lost the game, sighing. “Thanks for fuckin’ up my mojo. Kenny! You’re up.”

“Bullshit.” Angus shook his head. “I put my dimes down, so we’re up next.”

“What was that?” You both looked and saw ‘Kenny’, a drunk man with a hook for his right hand. Shit… “Hey, kiddies,” he snapped his fingers at the both of you. “my eyes are up here.”

His friend snorted. “Look at these fucking kids; spoiled little Barton boy and his prissy girlfriend.”

Not the first nor the last time you were a smartass to a man where it will almost get you killed. “I’ll have you know, gentlemen, he is not my boyfriend; he is the reason I hope every day I become an only child.”

“You know what?” Angus stepped in before Kenny could respond. “You can just take my dime.”

��Take it?” He taunted. “You want me to take your dime? Like it’s charity?”

“No, what I mean is, we could play together.” and let this be known that Angus Tully was not always great at thinking on his feet. “Yeah, you could be my left arm.”

“The fuck did you just say to me?!”

Flinching at his tone, you decided to actually use your brain, for once. “Oh my gosh, I think I hear Dad calling us.” You took Angus’ hand without thinking. “Come on Fitzwilliam, you fucked everything up as always.”

You didn’t care that two, pissed off men were following and yelling at you, you didn’t even care that you were holding Angus’ Tully’s hand and having him trip over his own feet as you pulled him back to your table, you just needed to get out of there.

“Papa,” you call out to your father. “can we go please?”

He hummed at your arrival (and the term of endearment, which you only use if something has gone array). “Why?”

“Our favorite asshole got us in trouble.”

“Hey!” Kenny shouted at you and Angus. “Why’d you run off? We were just talking to you. Do they teach you manners at that school?”

Hook for hand be damned, your fight or flight instincts kicked in when he put his hand on Angus and you were about to be the reason he’d lose it. Then, Miss Crane stepped in.

“Kenneth, leave them alone, they just came in for some food.”

Still, he looked like he was about to charge the both of you.

Your father stepped in next. “Kenneth, is that right? I don’t doubt that he did something to offend you. It’s his specialty. Perhaps I could purchase you gentlemen something to imbibe, and we could let whatever this unfortunate incident is go the way of the dodo.”

“The what?” The first guy playing pinball asked.

“The dodo,” Angus said. “it’s an extinct bird.”

“What he’s trying to say is,” Miss Crane translated. “he wants to buy you guys a beer.”

It didn’t take long for the two men to consider it. Kenny nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

“Same here.” His friend agreed. “I’ll have a Miller.”

“The champagne of beers.” Angus smiled, nodding.

It was when everything final cooled down, and as the two men and Miss Crane left to get their drinks, did you notice you were still holding Angus’ hand. Which you let go of as if you were holding fire in the palm of your hand.

He went back to his moody self after that, as you were walking back to the car after finishing dinner (no connection of course).

“Why’d you buy those guys beer? They’re assholes.”

Your father shrugged. “That’s one way to look at it. Here, catch.”

He tossed him the keys, which he caught. Your father continued his lecture, walking ahead of both of you. “How many boys do you know who have had their hands blown off? Barton boys don’t go to Vietnam. They go to Yale or Dartmouth or Cornell, whether they deserve to or not.”

Angus glanced at you. “Except for Curtis Lamb.”

“Except for Curtis Lamb.” Your father repeated his words when they stood outside the car.

“Were you ever in the military?”

“Yes, I tried to enlist in ‘41, but was rejected-I have to get in over there.” He said after failing to open the door on the driver’s side. He walked over to the passenger’s (which you begrudgingly allowed Angus to have this time) side that Angus unlocked. “They made me an air raid warden. Gave me a whistle and everything. Helmet. Arm band.”

You opened the back door and slid into the seats, but Angus stayed outside, asking. “Before we get going, can I be candid with you?”

Your father already was used to that question from you, so he didn’t even look scared when he hummed his approval.

“You smell.” He got into the car. “And it’s really noticeable toward the end of the day. I even smell it on your coat. Mind if I crack the window?”

He didn’t even wait for his response before rolling the window down anyway. Before you could say something snarky to defend your father, he spoke first. “Trimethylaminuria.”

Angus furrowed his brow. “Huh?”

“Trimethylaminuria.” He repeated. “Means my body can’t break down trimethylamine. That’s the smell. And uh, yes, more toward the end of the day.”

“Wow…your whole life?”

Your father nodded.

“No wonder you’re afraid of women.” Angus said your name, glancing back at you. “How did he marry your mom?”

Your jaw dropped, and only inaudible noises came out at first before you settled on. “I’m too sober for that conversation.”

“For the record,” Your dad interrupted, stunned. “I am not afraid of women, and you shouldn’t be asking a girl personal questions after insulting her father. Jesus.”

Angus nodded. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Dr. Getler says I should give more consideration to my audience.”

“Who’s Dr. Getler?” You asked.

“My shrink.”

Your father decided to jump in. “Has Dr. Gertler ever tried a good swift kick in the ass?

He scoffed. “Okay, now your turn. Go ahead, tell me something about me. Something negative.”

“Something negative about you?”

“Sure, just one thing.”

“Just one?” You and your father questioned.

He nodded, preparing for the absolute worst, but it never came. Your father merely turned back to the front, started the car, and began to make the long drive back to Barton. You weren’t even out of the neighborhood when Angus then asked.

“Fitzwilliam?” He looked at you. “What kind of name is that?”

Your father snickered. “That’s what you called him?”

You shrugged. “The guys thought he was a stuck-up rich boy, but he’s really awkward and looks like he wants to kill himself every time someone looks at him, I had to.”

“He strikes me more as a Hamlet.”

To anyone who didn’t know anything about Shakespeare, that would be a compliment. To you and your father specifically, it made you laugh. Of course Angus Tully would be one of the most overdramatic characters in theatre.

“Seriously,” the boy in question said tiredly. “who the hell is Fitzwilliam?”

Your father shook his head. “My advice, Mr. Tully? Brush up on the classics; Pride and Prejudice would be a good place to start.”

None of you had the strength to do much more that night besides spending time in your rooms before bed. It was as you were a few chapters into Little Women, did you wonder.

“Why were you and my dad yelling at each other this afternoon?”

Angus looked up from his copy of Popular Mechanics to see you in the doorway once you asked that question. You both were both just wearing your pajamas and socks; outfits you had only seen each other in for either a short number of times, in dimmed lighting, or with jackets over.

It felt different this time…stranger, even.

“Hello to you too.” He greeted, setting the magazine down.

“Well?”

Pursing his lips, he didn’t look at you at first before saying. “I was calling a hotel.”

“Your mom’s?”

“No, one in Boston.”

“Why would you…?” The look on his face said it all. That look of regret and pity that you didn’t understand what he meant right away. “Oh…”

You wanted nothing more than to have said it with disgust, but it was disappointment that laced the word. Then, with a mix of anger and even hurt.

“Am I that insufferable to be around?”

He shot his head up. “What? No.”

“Seems like it.” You scoffed, beginning to pace around the room. “What happened to ‘Friends of some sort’? I asked you if we were fine because I felt like you’d gone quiet, and you said we were. I get it; you asked me to tell you the craziest thing that happened to me, and I should’ve just said ‘I got slightly drunk at a party’, not everything. You barely tell me anything about yourself, and then I just go and throw out the shittiest things that have happened to me. It’s not fair, and I’m sorry-.”

“-My father’s dead.”

Nothing could’ve gotten you to shut up faster.

It caused you such a shock, that you sat down on the bed beside him, staring at him. His gaze changed in a matter of seconds; when he first told you and you looked at him, you’d never seen anyone surer. Then, as shock settled into you, discomfort did for him. You let the quietness between you linger for a moment, terrified of your own response.

“I…I had a feeling.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You were expecting him to immediately respond, but he didn’t. You debated on just sitting in the silence, or crawling back into your room and pretending this didn’t happen, when Angus finally spoke up.

“I was thirteen, he was…really, really sick for some time but then it just happened so fast and…I don’t really like talking about it, I’m sorry-.”

“-No, I shouldn’t have pressured you-.” You relented first, and ff the circumstances weren’t bleak, it would be funny how you both spoke over each other.

“-You weren’t, you told me something about yourself and I should’ve-.”

“-You aren’t in debt or some bullshit to share anything with me-.”

“-I just haven’t really told people that before-.”

“-Your arm wasn’t the worst thing I saw in a hospital.” You decided to break the loop, and it was successful. “My mother was sick too and…” You chuckled, but felt tears prick your eyes all of a sudden at the thought. “God, she’ll haunt me for this, but she was so skinny the last time I saw her…Cancer. She and my dad were debating on if I should see her like that before she goes, and I won the argument in the end that, yes, I needed to say goodbye. I’m glad I did, no, that’s not what I think of when I think of her but…it scared me. I was eleven.”

He nodded, listening without interruption; a skill that seemed he only acquired during these small moments of vulnerability. Well, you wouldn’t necessarily call yourself vulnerable; you were merely answering his questions truthfully based on your experiences (of course; no vulnerability whatsoever. You didn’t open yourself up to others outside of your father and Mary, why would you to Angus Tully?)

“I went to the chapel before anyone else woke up and I just couldn’t stop staring at the picture of Curtis Lamb…I can’t even say it got me thinking about death or anything like that I just…I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I felt weird and wanted to run away.”

“I get that.”

“I’m sorry for trying to get a hotel by the way,” he apologized again. “if that matters.”

You gave him a smile. “It does.”

For the first time in a while, you thought you saw him smile too; a genuine one, mind you, not the shit-eating grin he often gave you and everyone else. It was then you decided to get up and head to bed, bidding him goodnight. Then, again, you stopped in the doorway from another thought.

“What were you going to call me?”

“Huh?” He perked his head up.

“When you were crying about being stuck over here for Christmas?” You alluded. “You and my father are losers, Mary’s a grieving mom, but what am I?”

His eyes drifted in thought, then back to you. “‘Your know-it-all daughter.’ That’s what I was gonna say.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling as you backed out into your room. “I do know all, Angus Tully.”

You couldn’t see his face anymore when you went to your bed, but you heard his sarcastic ‘Goodnight’ with him saying your full name, and your chest felt lighter than it did the night prior to talking with him.

…What the hell was happening to you?

You were giddy, you giggled to yourself about nothing and had to hide your mouth under the blanket so Angus wouldn’t hear you in the other room. For a moment, when asking him what he would’ve called you, you wanted him to say ‘pretty’. So much shit happened that day, but the one thing, the one thing that your mind goes back to is taking his hand, and not letting go until you realized-…

…No…

No…

Oh, what the fuck?!

Oh god!

Once you were happy about having a newfound crush on Angus Tully, and now you were in absolute agony.

What a wonderful way to spend Christmas Eve-Eve.

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maybankxw · 10 months ago

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pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ abuse; unprotected sex; ] minors dni!!!

summary: jj is seeking shelter and comfort away from his dad

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“Mind me staying the night?” “Course not.”

I squeezed my phone, slipping off the couch, tugging my black dress down, concerned, walking in the direction of my porch. It was around six in the evening, the sun started to set down, lighting up everything with a golden glow. My leg bounced anxiously as I kept flipping my phone, minutes stretched into hours and the wait was unbearable. I knew something happened. Again. A tall frame appeared on the horizon, coming closer. I leapt up to my feet, freezing on the spot, staring at JJ’s face. His eyes were fixed on the floor, lip bleeding, cheek wounded and scratched, knuckles skinned as he released his clenched fists.

“I’m fine,” he rasped, closing the distance between us, leaning in to pant a soft kiss on my forehead, our eyes closed, his brawny arms wrapped around me.

“I see,” I murmured back, resting my palms on his chest, feeling the heat of his body searing through me.

“It’s okay.”

He led me in, then followed my steps into the house. I rushed to the kitchen, searching for medication.

“Take your clothes off, I’ll put it in the laundry,” I called out, pawing for a bottle of alcohol and some napkins in a cabinet. Back to the living room I spotted him on a couch still fully clothed examining his hands.

“J, take your shirt off, it needs a wash.”

His dark blue eyes lifted up to stare at me for a good minute, then hesitantly, he pulled the shirt over and dropped it down the floor, making me swallow thickly. His whole

left side of the body was bruised.

“It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before,” he muttered, shifting in his seat.

I settled down next to him, wetting the napkin in alcohol, grasping JJ’s face tilting it to the side a little, “This is gonna sting.”

His face shrunk in pain and he hissed as I slowly applied the cloth on the wounds on his cheek and his lip, “Shh, hold on, I need to take care of this, please.”

He was quiet, I saw tears forming in the corners of his eyes, I pressed one gentle kiss to the untouched side of his face, stroking his hair, then my gaze fell to the bruising on his ribs. My fingers faintly brushed the sensitive skin, now I was the one with tears in my eyes, that started scattering down my face, “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, trying to look up at him.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he stared at me, wiping my tears away with his thumb, “I’ll be fine, just didn’t want to stay there tonight.”

“Come live here,” I straightened up, pleading, holding his hands in mine’s, “Parents aren’t home for another month, but they wouldn’t mind anyway.”

He shook his head in denial, “Don’t want to put you in danger.”

“You wouldn’t.”

When I finished cleaning up all the cuts, I sent him to the bathroom, only to realise I haven’t gotten him a towel.

“JJ, I—“ I froze in the entrance at the picture in front of my eyes, watching him through a misty glass, water dripped off his hair, which messily hung low as he poured down some shampoo, muscles in his back flexed, drops of water scattered down his naked ass and as he washed the bubbles off, his head carefully turned back to see me staring.

A grin formed on his lips, glass door opened and he pulled me into the shower just as I was.

My dress got soaked in moments, but he clung to my waist, pressing himself against me, making my stomach flutter. I could feel him get hard, his face inches away from mine as we shared the same air, “Can I kiss you?” he whispered, “I really wanna kiss you.”

His mouth caught my upper lip briefly and feathery, then it deepened as he realised I didn’t resist him. He started kissing me properly, driven by desire, pushing me towards the wall, slipping his tongue in my mouth, moaning at the taste of me and the pain I so desperately tried to soothe. I tangled my fingers in his wet hair, wiping them off his forehead, travelling lower to hold his cheek, “Are you okay? You sound like you’re hurting.”

“I sound like I wanna fuck you right here, right now. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Do it then,” I dared, biting on my lip to suppress a grin growing on my face. His mood definitely shifted, he didn’t seem to be worried about his dad anymore, not at the moment at least.

Blue eyes darkened as he stared at my face, gripping the edges of my dress, pulling it over my head and throwing it to soak on the floor, then he dropped to his knees meanwhile holding my gaze, his head turned up now.

“Thank you for taking such a good care of me,” he spoke, planting a gentle kiss on my stomach, making me purse my lips and grasp his hair. His fingers looped in my panties and he slowly dragged them down, peppering kisses down my thighs to my knees, “You’re the best thing that happened to me. Ever.” His mouth landed on my clit as he sucked it in, forcing a moan to slip out of me, his tongue delved in between my folds, his hands pushing my legs further apart. I felt him smiling.

“Promise,” another hot lick followed as his eyes searched for mine while I struggled to breathe normally, “I’ll try to take a good care of you too. As much as I’m capable of.” In a moment he was back up, towering over me, his hands skimmed my sides, my chest, my ass, his lips parted waiting to kiss me again. Instead he swiftly swivelled me around, bending me over, his huge palm rested on my lower back as his free hand was stoking his cock. He slid the tip against the inner side of my thigh and then sunk in me in one torturously slow push, causing me to cry out.

“That alright?” his hips flexed as he started moving back and forth in a steady pace, leaning down to me, his nose buried in my hair. “Mhm,” I whined, desperately grasping his thighs, scratching them as he pushed to the hilt and backed away, holding me by my stomach, the rings he was wearing stung me as he tightened his grip.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” his rasp lingered in my ear as his head levelled the side of my neck, “Can I have you like this forever?”

His thrusts lengthened, lips roamed my shoulder, my arm as he pressed my clit and let go, making me moan. Loud.

“Yeah,” I gasped, pathetically trying to brace myself on the wall, “Oh god, JJ—“

“Are you coming?” his movements became rougher and faster, his fingers squeezed my ass as he fucked me relentlessly, the sound of running water wrapping up over my moans.

“Yes, don’t —“ I pawed for his leg again, my arms stretched behind, “Don’t stop.”

The pads of his fingers returned back to my clit, a few little strokes were enough to send me into a bliss. My head went dizzy, my body weakened as my thighs shook, but he held me, fucking me through my high.

A loud groan came out of his mouth as I felt him twitching, his movements became sloppier and after a few more thrusts he pulled out, cumming all over my lower back. The drops of thick warm liquid contrasted with cool water. Huge palms grabbed my sides, he propped me up and started washing me up with water at first, then added some shower cream, rubbing it all over my body, spinning me over to face him again.

“I actually do want to come live here.”

A smile tugged on my lips as my arms wound around his neck, “I want you to come live here,” I mumbled in his ear, my voice muffled, then I backed away staring into his eyes, “I’d rather take care of you in any other way possible than to witness you being abused.”

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heavenlyfay3 · 1 year ago

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Sweet Like Sugar

Rick Grimes x reader

cw: smut, p in v, age gap, fingering

Rick was always so sweet to you he was the only one of your dad’s friends that you actually liked he never asked anything of you like the others did when they came to your house

the other two would always boss you around tell you to get them beers not ask basically demanding and of course your dad didn’t pay attention to it or care for that matter

Rick was different he didn’t ask or demand instead he told them to have some respect and he got up and got the beers himself he’d even apologize to you and sweeten you up by calling you that nickname that was only known by the two of you “Sugar”

He’d only call you that when no one was around when he'd ask you questions he didn’t actually care to get the answer too he just wanted to watch you to look at what he couldn’t have but craved so bad he wanted to look at the way your lips moved when you talked only for a second imagining them around his hard-on

not only are you too young you're his best friend's daughter although you’re an adult he’d still feel wrong about it but was he wrong was he really? Deep down you feel the same about him you’d hate to say it out loud but you wanted and craved him just as much as he did. you wanted to feel him inside you even if it was just his fingers

Not to mention that boyfriend of yours you only dated cause your friends kept asking when you'd get one and your parents liked him even though you didn't really he was an ok person but he wasn’t Rick. you'd never let him get farther than kissing you told him you were waiting till marriage really you just weren’t attracted to him

You were too busy thinking about Rick to find another guy attractive

no one noticed when he walked past you in the kitchen pressing his bulge against your ass and softly grabbing your hips to get to the fridge it was the hottest day of the year and your dad decided to have a barbecue of course Rick was invited and he needed a drink to cool down

no one noticed when it was just the two of you in the kitchen and he hugged you almost too tightly and almost for too long his strong arms wrapping around your frail body chest to chest his bulge pressing against your stomach his face in your neck taking your scent in for as long as he possibly could

no one noticed after you accidentally spilled lemonade on your cleavage and went to the bathroom to clean yourself up Rick followed you moments later you weren't expecting him to but you were hoping it was like he could read your mind or your body

"Mr.Grimes?" you called his name ever so sweetly but he hated it he hated when you called him that "Rick" sounded way better coming from those sugar-sweet lips of yours

"What did I tell you about that sugar?" he said with his eyes switching swiftly between your cleavage and your lips. he moved closer to you encasing your body between him and the bathroom sink

"m'sorry Rick i-i just got nervous when I saw you" You placed your hands on his arms that were on both sides of your hips and looked up at him with innocent eyes

"why have you been teasing me all day hhm sugar?" he asked looking for an actual answer Rick was a grown man he didn't like to be teased he liked it when his women said what they wanted so he could do exactly what they asked of him

in truth, you didn't actually mean to tease him although you did particularly pick a short sun dress that hadn't fit for years and that showed your tits in the best way you also bent down in front of him to get a beer from the cooler outside for your dad and you did look up at him with a sly smile biting your lip when he hugged you in the kitchen but you didn't mean to tease him right?

"you trying to frustrate me?....get my cock all hard for you and then do nothing bout it?"

"n-no sir i didn't mean to I swear I-" Before you could finish your sentence Rick slammed his lips against yours he was tired of talking he wanted you all day he was going to wait until everyone at the barbecue left to pretend to be a little too drunk to drive home and ask your dad if he could crash on the couch just to sneak up to your bedroom and have his way with you

He couldn't take it anymore if you were gonna be a tease he was gonna have you in the bathroom. As he kissed you one of his hands snaked around your hip and pulled you close the same way he did in the kitchen his other hand made its way to your thighs parting them for you to open your legs and give him access to your aching cunt

to his surprise, you weren't wearing panties. after the hug in the kitchen, they were soaked and you took them off upstairs in your bedroom you were gonna put on a new pair but you got distracted your mom called you back downstairs to help her with something

he felt heat coming from your needy cunt as you opened your legs for him and he stopped the kiss and looked into your eyes "No, panties Sugar?" he asked amused

you were embarrassed to admit he got you soaking wet without even touching you inappropriately just with his hands on your body "i- um th-they were too wet"

"oh really?" he asked as he palmed your pussy and rubbed the tip of his finger against your hole earning a gasp from your lips. you threw your head back as his hand started its attack on your clit using two fingers to rub it softly and slowly tease you just like you did him.

you'd never been touched like this by anyone but yourself even then you couldn't satisfy yourself to completion Rick's hands felt so much better than yours they were bigger, rougher and he definitely knew what he was doing "mhm Rick please i-i need more"

"More? you've never even had someone's hand on your pussy and you're asking for more?" he teased and teased you god did you regret doing it to him "please Rick" you begged

He took his time playing with your pussy going back to kiss you again as his finger slowly made its way to your hole stuffing it inside you thrusting you whined and whimpered even though you got more it wasnt enough you needed his cock

He inserted a second finger and curled them both as his other hand came up to your hip guiding you to sit on the bathroom counter and you did also putting your leg up giving him more access

you’re moans got louder as he used the position to rub your clit with his thumb and curl his two fingers inside you “oh god” you gripped his shoulders

“that’s my good girl soon you’ll be able to take my cock”

the two of you snapped out of the daze you were as you heard banging on the door luckily Rick locked it after following you “Y/n?….you okay you’ve been in there a while”

it was your boyfriend he had came at the worst possible time and Rick wasn’t letting up His fingers thrusting into your wet cunt earning a mix of a moan and gasp from you “i’m-i’m alright babe i’ll be out in a minute” “babe?” Rick mouthed at you he found it childish

“uh okay just come find me when your done okay?” your boyfriend said behind the door “yea okay” you made sure you heard his footsteps walk away before returning your attention to Rick and he was unbuckling his pants

The sight of his cock had you breathless you knew he was big but not this big it was about 9 inches veiny and thick there was no way you could take him

“Rick, holy shit” you said looking down at it “don’t make my ego bigger than it already is Sugar” you felt like he wasn’t taking you seriously he knew you were a virgin you told him even though you didn’t mean to you just blurted out one day

“why do you think i’ve been fingering you huh? i wouldn’t have wasted so much time if you weren’t a virgin”

“mhm okay j-just be gentle” Rick lined himself up to your hole and you gripped his shoulders tighter in their spot as he slowly pushed himself inside you taking a second with every inch. you took a breath as he did and ignored the pain as he grabbed your jaw and placed sweet kisses all over your face whispering that it was gonna be okay that it was gonna feel good soon

and it did he saw how your scrunched eyebrows relaxed and how the hands gripping his shoulders started to let go and move down his arms he started thrusting into your sopping wet cunt the sounds it made filling the bathroom

“Fuck” you moaned out he grabbed your hips as he slammed his hard cock into your hole over and over again every fascination every late night thinking about you with his hand around his shaft nothing could compare to the real thing

“that’s it baby, just like that” he said praising you as you moaned and whimpered you were getting too loud and you hadn’t even noticed he moved a hand from your hip to cover your mouth

“listen to you, you’re so needy whining like that around my cock you’ve been begging for this haven’t you?”

you could barely hear Rick you were too focused on the way he was making you feel him finally fucking you like you’ve wanted for so long it was so much better than you imagined you were too focused on the way he was holding your lips as he attacked your pussy now all red and swollen

Your slutty moans echoing in the bathroom, Rick prayed that no one would hear how he was good he was fucking you. “come here, Sugar” he said as he wrapped your arms around his neck and wrapped his around your body pulling you into a hug as his thrusts got sloppy and deeper thrusting up into you he was so close but he didn’t want to cum before you

you held Rick tight and moaned in his ear telling him you loved him as your legs started to shake and your mind went blank

a/n:this was not supposed to be as long as it is i honestly didn’t even plan on writing it..it literally came out of nowhere i was gonna start punishment or pleasure pt2 but i obviously got distracted

#smut #fanfic #rick grimes #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes fanfiction #the walking dead #rick twd

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I just saw you wrote a Dad's best friend! Hopper, and I was wondering if you could write a Dad's best friend! Eddie Munson x Harrington! Reader, like what would happen if Steve's daughter falls for Eddie, who's her dad's friend, and maybe Steve finds out about it, Idk, I just thought abt that

.....I kinda love this? I wrote this kinda turned on so it's very sexual

I'm not going to try to figure out the correct math for the age difference so the reader is of age and that's what we are going with

⚠️smutty, age difference

Dad's best friend

Steve and Eddie went back to high school, but the friendship died out after the events of the upside down. Eddie moved out of Hawkins and went for the rockstar life. Steve stayed back and had a family of his own.

Steve hadn't seen Eddie in almost twenty years, but they kept in touch. Eddie wasn't married or had any kids, just touring the world. Steve had a daughter, Y/N. And she reminded Steve of Eddie a lot. She liked the darker colors, listening to her music on the highest volume, and pushing Steve's buttons.

But when Eddie called asking for a place to crash for a while, Steve didn't waste a second to take him in.

~~~

Steve sat next to Eddie at the kitchen counter as Eddie told him stories about life on the road. Eddie was in the middle of a story when a younger girl walked into the kitchen, coming in from the front door. A tiny skirt with lacey tights that disappeared into black boots. A tight tank top showing off her chest perfectly. Eddie had a feeling he shouldn't be looking, Was this Steve's girlfriend or something? Eddie tried to look away, but his eyes ran down the girl's body, his jeans tightening when he saw a tattoo lingering up her thigh.

"Um Y/N, would you mind changing? I have a guest here." Steve groaned, not surprised by his daughter's choice of clothes.

"Seems to me that he isn't bothered." She smirked, a wink in Eddie's direction. But listened to her dad's orders and headed upstairs to change. Eddie felt his face turn red as he was caught. A hand in his lap as he readjusted himself.

"Sorry about her, she likes to push boundaries." Steve joked, standing up as he grabbed himself another beer.

"No worries. Is she your girlfriend?" Eddie asked the question that was stuck in his head. Steve always got the hot ones. And this girl was by far the hottest girl Eddie had seen. And he's slept with countless women and men on his tour. And none matched her.

Steve had an uncomfortable look on his face as he said, "No...she's my daughter." Eddie nearly spit out the beer he was sipping on. His eyes bulging out of his head.

"She's what? She doesn't look...what?" Eddie was lost. She didn't resemble Steve at all.

"She looks just like her mom, but we got a divorce and I got full custody when Y/N was ten. I don't think she enjoys living with her dad all the time." Steve joked.

Eddie's head continued spinning all night. He stayed in the guest bedroom, the door cracked. He could see her door through the small opening. Band posters covered her door and pictures of her friends. Eddie hated the way he felt his cock growing hard as he thought of her behind the door.

It was wrong. She was Steve's daughter and too young. But the small skirt and tattoo flashed through Eddie's mind as he slipped his hand into his boxers. He closed his eyes as he pictured her. The way she'd look riding him in that tiny skirt, having to stay quiet so Steve didn't hear them. Eddie bit his lip so his moans didn't leave his mouth. Working himself closer to an orgasm, lost in the feeling. Cumming in his hand as he breathed through his orgasm. He opened his eyes and sat up. He planned to go to the bathroom to clean up but he froze when he saw her standing at his door, a smirk creeping through the tiny crack of the door. He was frozen as she walked back to her room and closed the door.

~~~

The next morning Eddie walked into the kitchen, Steve was making breakfast. Eddie greeted him as he sat at the table. A hot cup of coffee was placed in front of him, pink nails caught his eye. He looked up and there she was. That same smirk on her face as she sat across from him. She didn't say anything and neither did he. But his eyes devoured the way she looked in her long T-shirt and tiny shorts.

"How was the first night? Is the bed comfy enough?" Steve asked, placing down the eggs as he took a seat at the end of the table.

Eddie blushed at the question, nodding his head as he sipped his coffee. "Yeah, it was fine."

"Y/N didn't keep you up, did she? She likes to stay up late and make noise." Steve joked, punching his daughter's arm lightly.

"I didn't keep him up..on purpose." She smiled.

~~~

Within a month, she was driving Eddie insane. Her small outfits, walking around in towels and making comments. Eddie felt like he was being tortured but he loved it. But there were moments where it felt like they were connecting. Conversations on the front step as they shared a cigarette. Movie nights where Steve passed out a minute in, so they talked through the rest of it. She played her games, but she also opened up to him and he saw all the layers that were made of her.

"I'll be back on Monday, please be nice to Eddie and help him out," Steve said as he grabbed his suitcase.

"I will!" Y/N promised as she hugged her dad goodbye. Once he walked out the door, she raced to her bedroom. Eddie was out at the moment, and it gave her the perfect amount of time.

~~~

Eddie pulled into the driveway, a little confused to see Steve's car was gone. He walked in and yelled out for anyone, but no one replied. He shrugged his shoulders as he walked up to his room. He opened his door but froze on the spot.

Y/N sat on her knees on his bed. A red lacey bra on her chest and red underwear to match. Red bows on her thighs as it connected to her garter. Fishnets covered her legs. She leaned over so her breasts practically spilled out of the bra.

"Cat got your tongue?" She asked, a pout on her face as she sat up.

Eddie was trying his best to look somewhere else, but he wanted to soak her in. Her skin looked soft and warm. Her skin glowed and looked perfect, he wanted to destroy it with bite marks.

"What are you doing?" Eddie finally got out. She laughed as she stood up. Now walking towards him.

"Trying to fuck you, isn't it obvious?" She joked, her hands running up and down his chest. She teased him with her fingernails as she turned her head to stare at him.

"Your dad.." he started but Y/N cut him off. "He's gone for the weekend. Don't worry about him. I know you want this and I know you think of me when you jerk off."

Eddie hated that he was caught. "I think of you when I touch myself too." She whispered as she reached her hands into his hair. Tugging slightly, falling into the sound of his grunt. Eddie's mind was going blank, just the images of how she looked fucking herself to him. Just a few feet away from his room.

"You're his daughter, this can't happen." He finally got out, removing her hands from him. Forcing himself to step back and collect his thoughts. He was older and he needed to act like it.

"Forget about him! I like you and you like me, don't you?" She asked. Eddie knew he did, it went way past sexual. She was smart and creative. He loved spending time with her, the nights she was sweet and they just got to talk. He learned so much about her and he felt himself falling for her. But he couldn't do that to Steve.

The silence was eating her alive. Did she read him wrong? She could have sworn he was interested in her. The way he stared at her when she talked, the way he always gave her more of the blanket during movie nights. She had a crush on him and she made it obvious. He never seemed uncomfortable or wanted to turn her away. Until now, at least.

"You don't, do you?" She whispered. Embarrassment fled through her body like a flood. She felt like an idiot. Standing there in lingerie she purposely bought for her dad's fucking best friend. How could she be so dumb?

She felt the need to cry, but she forced it back as she quickly pushed past him and raced into her bedroom. She slammed the door and raced to change into normal clothes. She felt the tears falling as she yanked the lingerie off of herself. She felt like the material was burning her.

She froze when she heard knocks on her door.

"Y/N, can we talk?" Usually his voice made her melt, but it made her feel cold.

"No" she spat as she shoved the lingerie into the trash.

"Please? I'm sorry! We just can't happen. I'm your dad's friend and he took me in. I can't fuck that up and I can't ruin your relationship with him. You deserve someone who is put together and someone your age." He tried to explain, but all she heard was the rejection. He didn't like her. He didn't want her. All those nights where she thought he felt something wasn't real.

Eddie sighed as he heard silence on the other side of the door. He was an idiot. He knew he was making the right choice for her. She was young and didn't know what she was getting into with him.

~~~

Eddie didn't see her at all the next morning, she never left her room. Not for food, the bathroom, or anything. He knocked every hour but nothing. He was really worried about her, but he knew it wasn't his place to worry about her.

It was Saturday night and Eddie ordered a pizza, he got one for her as well, if she made her way downstairs. As he set it on the counter, the house phone rang. He picked it up once he saw Steve's name.

"Hey! Is Y/N there? She won't pick up her phone." Steve said, Eddie quickly talked to him and walked up the stairs.

Knocking on her door, "Your dad is on the phone!" He yelled through the door. And to his surprise, she opened the door.

A dead look on her face as she grabbed the phone and slammed the door. But Eddie was confused about her outfit. She was dressed up. She was in a tiny black dress, tights and those boots again. Her makeup is done with red lips and winged eyeliner. Her hair rested on her shoulders.

He waited outside the door, hearing her hang up as she opened the door. Knocking right into Eddie, not expecting him to still be there.

"eavesdropping much?" She spat as she walked past him and headed for the stairs.

"Where are you going?" He asked, following her down the stairs. Hating that his cock was growing hard under his sweatpants as the dress rolled up her thighs.

"A party." She kept it short as she grabbed her keys.

"Do you plan to drink? I can pick you up." Eddie offered, but the same dead look was on her face.

"I can take care of myself, and I don't need a babysitter." She spat as she went out the door.

~~~

Eddie tried to wait up in case she called. But it was nearly two in the morning and he was exhausted. He cleaned up the kitchen and living room. And headed to his room.

He fell asleep fast, waking up when he heard the front door slam and giggles echoing through the empty house. He sighed as he rolled out of bed, throwing on a shirt. He opened his door and caught the shadows of two people bumping around as they worked their way into her room.

He had a sick feeling in his stomach and a feeling of absolute rage filling his bones. He flicked on the hallway light, his eyes glaring as he took in the boy who was groping her with no care in the world. Her dress flipped up, and Eddie could see the familiar laced underwear from the other night. It was almost like a punch in his gut. He didn't like knowing she dressed up for someone else, the same way she tried for him.

"Privacy please." She snickered, shoving the boy into her room as she slammed the door behind her.

Eddie wanted to break down the door and grab that asshole by his throat. And beat the shit out of him, but he couldn't. He needed to get his jealousy in check.

He shut his door and got back in bed. Within seconds he could hear her moaning down the hallway. She was as angelic as he thought she would be. She sounded memorizing, he almost forgot that he wasn't pulling the sounds from her. But the reminder traveled to his ears when he heard her moaning a name that wasn't his. He couldn't tell if she was purposely torturing him or if she was truly having the best sex of her life. He prayed it was the first one. He prayed that she wasn't enjoying a second of it. That she was picturing Eddie instead. Her eyes were closed and she drowned in the fantasy of Eddie touching her in the ways they both wanted more than anything.

~~~

The next morning, Eddie was worried about seeing her. But Steve came home tomorrow and he'd instantly pick up on the weird energy between them.

So he told himself to be an adult and leave his room. He heard sounds in the kitchen, he slowly walked towards the sounds. Breathing a sigh of relief to see her alone she mixed her coffee. Eddie felt a lump in his throat as he saw the marks all over her skin. The skin Eddie wanted to mark as his. Now it was covered in some asshole from a party that probably didn't treasure her body the way it deserved.

She didn't say a word, and neither did he. He slid next to her to make his coffee but stopped when she placed the mug in front of him. Already filled and made the way he liked. He smiled at the action and went to say thank you but she already walked out.

He quickly followed her, stopping her bedroom door before it shut.

"Can we talk?" He asked again

She sighed and walked to her bed. She sat on it as she sipped her coffee. He followed behind her. His stomach was in knots as he saw her dress and lingerie scattered all around the floor.

"I didn't mean to hurt you." He admitted, keeping his eyes on her as she looked down at her cup. She shrugged her shoulders, "I kinda hurt myself, Eddie. It's okay." She said

"Why do you think that?" He asked, he wasn't sure what she meant by hurting herself.

"I mean that I had this whole idea that you liked me and you were attracted to me. I thought maybe you wanted me in the same way I wanted you. But I figured you didn't want to make any moves since you didn't want to be disrespectful to my dad. So I thought if I made the move for us...I don't know." She scoffed. Hearing herself out loud reminded her how dumb she was acting.

"But, you turned me away," she said sadly, finally looking at him. His eyes stared into hers, seeing the slight water that was filling. "I bought the sexiest lingerie I could find for you, and made an absolute fool of myself by throwing myself at you like a desperate whore. " she laughed at herself, her eyes now back on the cup. "I hurt myself by thinking you fell for me too."

"Y/N..." he tried but she cut him off. "But you were right. I mean my dad would never agree to this. He would hate me even more than he does now. And I'd make him hate you, and you are the only friend he has now. I need to stop ruining his life." She cried, wiping her tears as she cuddled into herself.

"He doesn't hate you at all. He adores you." Eddie tried but she shook her head. "He does! And he just wants to protect you."

"Thanks." She smiled. "He's back tomorrow so I guess I should clean up." She said, Eddie took the hint and got up. He walked to the door but slowly turned to her. The sight of her bruised skin and clothes on the floor reminded him of what happened last night. A reminder that she'd always be someone else's.

"Y/N?" She looked up, a small smile on her face as she encouraged him to talk. She watched as he set down his cup, walked to her, and placed hers on the desk beside her.

"What are you doing?" She asked, but he didn't say a word. Just looking into her eyes as he pushed her back on the bed, she sat still. Praying if she didn't move a muscle, he wouldn't stop what he was going to do.

Her whole body fired up like electricity as he crawled on top of her and smashed his lips on hers. He hungrily tasted her and gripped her hips as he grinded against her. Eddie never felt this way for anyone, ever. It's been years of being lonely on the road, wishing for someone to be there with him through everything. If that was her, he wasn't going to let Steve stop him.

She was melting into her sheets. Everything she was dying to have was happening. The feeling of his lips attacking hers, his cock rubbing against her thigh. His smell filled her nose. Her hands traveled to his hair, yanking it as she shoved her tongue in his mouth. His hard body was against hers as his tongue moved inside her mouth.

He pulled away, breathing heavily as his forehead rested against hers. She stared at him in awe as she breathed against him.

"Sure this is what you want?" He whispered, his eyes soaking in her face. His right hand cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin softly. She was beautiful.

"Yes." She said instantly, her hands moving under his shirt, feeling his forbidden skin under her nails.

He pulled back and removed his shirt, she followed his movement and yanked off hers. Leaving her in her underwear as she watched him remove the rest of his clothes.

She felt her insides burn and cunt twitch as she looked at his hard cock. She could feel her mouth-watering, his hands yanking off her underwear and shoving her thighs apart. She watched as he got on his knees, dragging her closer to his mouth. She was panting before his lips even touched her. He spit on her clit and rubbed his spit around. She was clawing at her sheets, he didn't waste a second before his tongue was moving against her. He ate her out like he'd been starving for months. She was a panting mess underneath him, her teasing act out the window as she felt her body disappearing.

"Jesus Eddie." She moaned she's never felt such pleasure before and he's been eating her out for a solid two minutes at most.

Hearing his name fall from her lips had his cock twitching. He almost felt like he could cum from eating her out. She tasted amazing. He didn't give a fuck about letting guys her age have her. They wouldn't know how to please her. He knew he could make her cum better than anyone. He was lost in how wet she was, wanting to suck her dry.

"Gonna!" She squirmed, her thighs clamping around his head as she came. Eddie didn't pull away, continuing his attack on her cunt as she tried to pull him off. But the longer he went, the weaker she became. Lying dead against the bed as she twitched and squirmed from his tongue. Almost like she's done when he decides.

After what felt like hours, he pulled away. His chin soaked as he smiled up at her. She couldn't tell if she was smiling back at him or not, she couldn't feel a thing.

She felt him moving her body further up the bed, her head against the pillows as he was on top of her again. His forehead was against hers as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. She felt her eyes rolling in the back of her head as her cunt stretched to take him in. He kissed her nose softly as he pushed himself in. Giving her a second to adjust. She breathed through her nose as she gripped his bicep.

"Look at you, taking me so well." He praised, kissing her lips. He waited a few more seconds before he started moving in and out of her. Clenching his jaw as he felt her cunt sucking him back in.

"Faster, please." She whined. He smashed his lips against hers again as he thrust inside of her. He was going fast and hard, but she loved it. She clawed at his back, moaning as he hit every spot inside of her effortlessly. He filled her perfectly, it made his head spin.

He pulled away to move his attention to her neck. Jealousy in his bones when he spotted the marks. She gasped as he lifted her leg and put it over his shoulder. Somehow pounding into her harder. She couldn't speak, or form any thoughts. He was fucking her straight dead in the head. He latched his mouth right on top of the hickey, forming his own on top of it. He knew it was sore by the hissing that left her lips. But he didn't care. He would cover every mark she had with his own.

She felt a small smirk forming on her face, realizing he was putting his mark over the ones from before. She found his jealousy incredibly attractive. And she loved that it made him fuck her harder.

His mouth stayed on her neck, as his hand moved down to her clit. Rubbing her clit fast as he felt himself growing close. Her mouth dropped open as she felt herself clenching around him. His fingers on her clit was practically dragging the orgasm out of her.

She couldn't even form the words, just digging her nails into his skin as she soaked his cock in her cum. Panting against him her thighs shook.

Eddie immediately came right after, feeling her cum soak him completely, and sent him over. He trusted slowly inside of her as he came. Emptying himself inside of her, he pecked her lips as he slid out.

"Oh fuck." He moaned, leaning back on his legs as he watched his cum leak out of her. He pushed it back inside with his fingers, loving the way she shook and tried to swat his hand away. He leaned into her, "Shh, pretty girls deserve to keep all my cum." She nodded as she allowed him to finger the cum back inside of her. She felt used and abused and loved it.

The sun was bright through her curtains, framing Eddie in a perfect way that she couldn't take her eyes off.

"You're so pretty." She sighed, her hands tracing his face. He laughed as he grabbed her hands from his face and kissed her knuckles.

"You're pretty too." He said.

He rested next to her, bringing her in his arms. Her back to his chest as she closed her eyes.

"I fell for you too." He whispered.

~~~

"Eddie! He's coming home any minute!" She laughed, trying to remove Eddie's arms from her. But he was stronger than she was. His arms wrapped around her waist as he kissed her neck.

"Fine fine!" He pouted, allowing her to put space between them as she finished making dinner. Eddie moved to the table and sat down. Watching her make their plates for dinner. Her marks were covered in makeup, not wanting to give her dad a heart attack, but Eddie missed seeing them.

"I'm home!" Steve entered, a smile on his face as Y/N hugged him.

"Perfect timing! I just finished dinner for us!" She said, placing the plates down on the table.

"I'll bring these to your room, you sit and eat." Y/N offered. Steve looked at her weirdly but accepted the offer.

He sat down at the table and dug into his plate. Eddie got up to grab a beer, stretching to get it off the top shelf.

Steve's eyes landed on Eddie's back, the bottom of his shirt rising, and red scratches were all down his back.

"I hope you didn't fuck someone with my daughter in the house." Steve scolded, his eyes hard as Eddie froze.

"Excuse me?" Eddie chuckled, turning around to see a displeased Steve.

"Your back? It's covered in marks. I'm fine with you having people over, but please don't have sex with my daughter across the hall." Steve said.

"Right....don't have sex with your daughter...when she's across the hall," Eddie repeated.

What Steve didn't know couldn't kill him, right?

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