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eddiesxangel · 6 months ago

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That’s that me, Espresso | rockstar!eddie

@mmunson86 requested: I can’t stop thinking about rockstar!Eddie x pop!Princess! reader! & its all thanks to miss SC & Espresso! Imagine they are at one of her concerts right right & she has Eddie sit in the middle of the stage! she is about to debut this song its the last song for the night and she dances on him , for him , around him & Eddie is loosing his mind so right after the concert he wastes no time and takes her into the dressing room & the rest well you know the rest 🙂‍↔️💗

Cw: modern au, Rockstar!Eddie x Pop!princes wife reader. Age gap, Eddie is a filthy simp for his girl, soft!Dom Eddie (sir), oral (f receiving), p in v (unprotected), small bit of anal fingering. Talks of pregnancy.

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We are back baby!!! From the Wildflower universe, if you want more of the lore on these two.

“You ready, Angel?” Your husband smiles at you.

Husband, it still has a nice ring to it. You’ve been married just under a year. Giving birth to your little one put the wedding on the back burner, but you started the wedding planning once Lila Rose was 7 months old.

“Yeah, I think so,” you smile. You’re already in your hair and makeup, just waiting for your turn to get on stage.

The rowdy crowd of music festival goers grow impatient as the crew tirelessly works to remove the previous acts' set design.

“You think they’re going to like the new song?” You fiddle with the bedazzled mic in your hands.

“You kidding me? They’re going to love it!”

Eddie always encouraged your work, even if it wasn’t his thing. He loved every song because it was yours.

“All performers take their mark,” you hear the stage director in your ear.

You give Eddie one quick kiss and make your way to the stage.

The set went perfectly, but the riding anticipation of the new single was still in the back of your mind.

“Okay, Coachella! I’m going to need you to help me out with something.” You smile. “This is my last song of the night, and it’s brand new, so I’m a bit nervous.” You pace the stage.

“Now I have a special someone backstage with me, and I know he won’t come out unless we pressure him, so I’m going to need your help, okay?” you walk over to side stage and look him in the eye

You knew he would kill you, but you needed him for the extra moral support, and you kinda had a plan up your sleeve.

“Come on out, Eddie, baby,” you smile, and the crow starts to chant Eddie’s name.

Feeling embarrassed and a bit proud of you for getting what you wanted. Eddie stocks onto the stage, giving a small wave, not wanting this to be about him.

“Sit,” you speak into the mic and point to the fold-out chair in centre stage.

Eddie sits, and before he can protest anymore, he hears the first few beats of the music.

“Nice,” you sing in your breathy tone your husband can’t get enough of.

Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo

Eddie really loved that last lyric. He thought it was very clever of you because he knew it was about him and how he eats you out.

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso.

You and your dancers moved to the beat without missing a step.

I can't relate to desperation My 'give a fucks' are on vacation And I got this one boy

You turn to your husband and wink.

And he won't stop calling

You take a few short steps around to the back of the chair.

When they act this way

You lean in from behind and run your free hand down his shoulder to his chest and back up.

I know I got 'em

You swear you hear him moan.

I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer

You twirl your hair around your finger, then summon Eddie to come closer.

Oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger

He gets up and follows you like a puppy as you strut across the stage. My twisted humor, make him laugh so often My honey bee, come and get this pollen.

You flick up the edge of your mini skirt, and Eddie can see the lacy underwear beneath your stockings.

He needs this song to be over so he can finally have you. You've been rehearsing for this moment for months now. Stressing over it and with the baby, you and him have had hardly any time to have sex like you used to.

He's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso

Eddie is back in his seat by the second bridge, and your dancing is driving him absolutely crazy. You know what you are doing. He can see it in your eyes; your mischievous gaze tells him you had this all planned out. You probably faked being nervous just to get him out here so you could seduce him.

Eddie was losing the battle of not getting hard in front of the thousands of fans watching. He couldn't help it; his bombshell of a wife was so irresistible.

Is it that sweet? I guess so That's that me, espresso

Eddie listened as you thanked the crowd. He took your hand and yanked you off stage once he thought it had been enough time for your final bow, letting you soak in this moment before he whisked you away.

“Eddie!” You squeal while trying to keep up with him in your platform go-go boots.

“Gotta have, you know,” he growls in your ear so only you can hear.

“Really baby? I worked you up that much?” You swoon.

After all this time, Eddie still makes your heart flutter. You never thought soulmates existed, but when you met Eddie, all that changed- especially after having his baby. The way he was with your newborn had you wanting to jump his bones before the doctor okayed you for sex again.

The trailer was close but not close enough in Eddie’s eyes. A thin sheen of sweat was starting to form on Eddie’s brow, and he couldn’t tell if it was from the hot Californian sun or the fact that his cock was about to bust through his jeans, and he was trying not to have anyone notice.

“Get out,” Eddie commands as the trailer door swings back. Eddie opens it so hard.

Your team looks startled as you and Eddie enter the small space.

You give them an apologetic look and they place down their stuff and leave you both alone.

“You were perfect up there.” he pulls you in for a kiss. “So fucking proud of you.” He kisses down your neck.

“Mmmm, thank you, baby”

“You’re a goddamn succubus, you know that, Angel?” Eddie shuts the door behind them and locks it before drawing the blinds.

“Is that right? Mr. Munson.”

“Oh, it is, Mrs. Munson.” Eddie pulls you in by the waist for a heated kiss. Still, after all this time, you both were so greedy for one another. Nothing can ever break the bond between the both of you… not again.

“God, Angel, you were a goddamn tease on that stage; you got me looking like a simp.”

You pull back, curious as to where he had heard that term.

“Simp?”

“VR tells me things.” Violet Rose, Eddie's oldest, whom you’ve adopted, is now twenty two.

“Okay, old man,” you giggle, and he walks you back to the sofa in the trailer’s back corner.

“Enough talking, more kissing.”

Your tailored dress, made just for you, was not easy to strip. Eddie was having a hell of a time trying to get out of it, only to groan when he saw your pantyhose as another barrier.

“Why do they make these things so tight.” He grumbles as you giggle at him.

“You weren’t complaining about it ten minutes ago,” you snide.

“Don’t make me put you over my knee.” He smirks.

“No, Sir,” you put your lip.

Finally, once you are out of your garments, Eddie kneels right between your legs.

“Baby, you’re going to hurt your knees,” You push his long hair back. “Why don’t we go -OH - to the couch” Not listening, his lips are already on your throbbing cunt.

The plus from your clit was relieved as Eddie’s tongue grazes it before quickly lapping and flicking at it.

“Oh fuck!” Your legs buckle, and your grip on Eddie’s hair tightens. He growls at the pain in his scalp, but he loves it all the same.

You feel his tongue go down, then to the left, then the right and finally circles your clit.

“Mmmmm, tastes so good, Angel”

“Please don’t stop!”

You feel Eddie's skilled tongue glide through your slick folds before you feel his hands nudge your legs, signalling to open them wider.

Eddie’s thick long fingers pump up into your warm wet cunt until you’re losing the battle to say upright. Your body is hunched over as Eddie sends waves of pleasure through you.

“Mmmm, that’s it, that’s my good girl. Cum for me.” The pads of his fingers graze you g spot each time. He doesn’t stop until he knows you are satisfied.

“That was a big one, baby; singing for me, go, you all worked up, didn’t it?” He stands and leads you to the couch until you’re lying down, legs spread nice and wide for him.

“Mmmhmmm,” you hum as you watch Eddie finally strip.

His body never looked better; he wants to be the healthiest to watch your baby grow up and maybe put another one in you soon.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir, more than ready.” And it was true; it’s been a few weeks since you’ve had time to have sex, and it was long overdue.

All the pent-up sexual tension between the both of you is finally being released when Eddie's hard cock slides into yours effortlessly.

“Fuck I missed my pussy, baby girl.” His head tilts back, and you take the opportunity to suck on his neck, just as you know he likes it.

“So fucking beautiful” his cock pumped in and quickly backed out.

The tip of his dick ring never failed to make you see stars. Already you’re a moaning mess for him, cock drunk, and it’s not even been a minute yet.

“There she is, there’s my good girl” Eddie palms your tit as he continues to thrust deep inside of you. He watches your eyes roll to the back of your head, blissed out by how he makes you feel.

“More” you moan.

“More what?”

“Sir, please, I need you. Baby, I love you. I love you, please, I need it.” You babble.

Eddie's heart swells. He loves you so much he would give you the moon and stars if he could. Hearing you love him, especially when the two of you are like this, really makes him kick into high gear.

He will never take for granted those three words when you say them to him; your past is too painful not to.

“Tell me what you need, baby girl.”

“Fill me.” You pull him down into a kiss. Your tongue explores his mouth.

His hand that was planted on your waist is now travelling lower to your ass.

“This what you wanted, baby? All of your holes filled?” His finger teases your puckered hole.

“Yes!” You gasp.

“I think that can be arranged. Suck” he points his finger at your face, and you take as much of it in your mouth. You suck on it until it’s dripping with your saliva.

“Such a dirty girl, letting me fuck you and play with your ass hole.” His finger slowly glides in, and he pumps it to match the rhythm of his thrusts. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, sir!”

“God, I love you.” Eddie can’t help but to fuck you frivolously. The sound of wet skin slapping together filled the thin walls of the trailer.

“Please, please, please.” You were so close you could feel the pit building.

The pressure of his piercing brushing your g spot with every heavy thrust, each shape snap of his hips making him slide deep inside-mixed with the pressure of his finger pressed deep inside of you was bringing you to the edge of bliss.

“You going to come when I tell you to, Angel?”

“I can’t-can’t hold it!”

“Yes, you can,” he growls.

“F-fuck,” you curse him. You can’t hold it for much longer.

“Mmm, that’s right, babygirl. You’re going to listen to what I tell you.”

Your pussy naturally grips Eddie's cock so tight he almost loses it.

“Please, Sir. I want to cum. Please!”

The look in your eyes has Eddie reeling. The way you beg and submit to him, his perfect girl. His perfect wife, the perfect mother to his children.

“Cum” he growls, and you let out a cry of relief.

With your arms wrapped around the back of Eddie's neck, you pull him down into you on instinct. His body weight pressed into you, and your cunt grips his cock so deliciously Eddie is coming with you.

“Shit, baby girl, I think you nearly killed me that time,” Eddie chuckles as his legs give out and his total weight collapses on top of you.

You giggle dumbly as Eddie plants kisses all over your face.

You look up; his face is red and sweaty, but he’s never looked more beautiful.

“That was long overdue.” You sigh with relief.

“You’re telling me,” he chuckles with you.” “Let’s get you cleaned up, mama.”

“You trying to knock me up, Munson?” Deep down, you’d love to have another baby.

“What if I was?” He looks back over his shoulder, catching you checking out his juicy ass.

“Then I’d say we should keep practicing.”

“Wait for real?”

“You’re no,t getting any younger, “ you giggle.

“Oh, you little minx, you’re in for it.” He runs back towards you, lifts you off the couch, and plops you in his lap.

“I’m sorry!” You laugh as Eddie tickles your sides.

“You really want to start trying?” He asks genuinely.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Guess it’s time for round two, gotta make sure it really sticks.”

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deadsetobsessions · 11 months ago

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Your name is Tim Drake and you are nine years old.

Today, tomorrow, and soon, you're going to save Robin.

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Tim stares at his reflection on the sink tap. It trembles, along with the plane, as he contemplates his situation.

His face is rounder, now, with unfamiliar baby-fat rounding out the sharp lines he'd come to expect. Even with the subpar reflection, Tim can tell that his dark eyebags are all but gone, replaced with youthful skin.

Magic. He's being quite literal, seeing as he's been tossed into the body of his younger self at the hands of a crazed magician.

He could find a way back... or he could create a completely different timeline by fixing everything that went wrong. It's not like he has anything to go back to, anyways. That crazed magician was actually competent and killed everyone he ever cared about. Tim barely got away with his life. He could go back to save that shell of a world- surrounded by people whose minds were broken beyond magical and medical repair- or stay here, fix his own personal troubles and cut off the magician before he could start with his world domination bullshit.

Well, Tim already has an idea of what he wants. So he begins a list, after having oriented himself.

Save Robin

There's no point trying to convince Bruce that he knows where Jason's being held. So, Tim finds himself on a plane to Ethiopia a day before Jason's meant to die. This was long before Barbara even thought of being Oracle, and the tech is ancient in his hands. In short order, nine year old Tim has a trust fund with millions in it, all siphoned from billionaires like Lex Luthor and his own parents.

Tim toddles back to his seat, after washing his hands because he still can't shake the extra bit of paranoia that came with a missing spleen. Oh. Tim blinks guilelessly at his seat neighbor, smiling like Timothy Drake, Angel of a Son as he reels from the realization that he still has his spleen.

Tim adds another box to his list:

Keep Ra's away from my spleen, creepy bastard.

What else...? Ah, the League of Assassins.

Damian

Tim pauses. Holy crap. Damian's only six right now. Tim moves Damian's box upwards in urgency. Tim might have a mildly antagonistic relationship with his younger brother back then, but he wants baby pictures of his siblings, dammit. He's gonna put that photography expertise to good use if it's the last thing he does.

Watch over Z, Owens, Pru

'They're alive!' His mind screams. Cold rationality slaps the sentimentality down with a quick 'But they won't be if I fail.'

His mind wanders to Dick Grayson. He scowls as something pops up in the back of his head.

Catalina Flores

Contact Nightwing- in space

He's gotta call Dick back from that Teen Titans mission, Jason's gonna need all of the support he's going to get.

Find Cass

Train Steph

Save Duke's family from Venom

Tim taps at that last point. He'll save them. But that might mean Duke might never join their family.

But he'll be happy and Tim... will deal with it. He'll be the only one mourning, anyways. To end on a lighter note, he adds something that he should have done ages ago.

Give Tam a raise.

Tim sighs as he gets out of the airport, the hired escort he found and vetted, delivering him to a predetermined hotel. They think his parents are already inside. He laughs and does not say anything to make them think otherwise. He has so many things to do, Tim laments as he settles down to track the Joker's movements. Here. That's where Jason's being held. Being tortured.

He can, however, knock two things off his list in one go. Tim picks up the burner phone he acquired. He doesn't have time, or else he would have done this sooner and saved them all the trouble.

[RR: Are you in Ethiopia yet?]

[Deathstroke: Payment confirmed. In Ethiopia.]

[RR: Third building by the docks.]

An hour.

[Deathstroke: Confirmed. Target spotted.]

Ten minutes.

[Deathstroke: Target eliminated. Bringing Robin to Safehouse.]

Twenty minutes.

[Deathstroke: Basic first aid applied. Leaving.]

[RR: Secondary payment sent. Confirm?]

[Deathstroke: Confirmed. Pleasure doing business with you.]

Tim sprawls on the king bed. He sighs a breath of relief. He'd check on Jason in person, if he weren't paranoid about leaving traces that would get back to him. Tim's pretty sure that Deathstroke's going to get hunted down in the near future, regardless, so he made sure to add a huge tip on top of the extra fees for burning one of Deathstroke's safe houses and the emergency first aid. He taps into the rudimentary camera Deathstroke had given him the access codes to, to stare at Jason's rising and falling chest. On a further table, the Joker's head laid in a preservation box.

He bypasses all of the security on the Teen Titan's tech to send Dick a message.

[Robin has been retrieved from the Joker. Contact Batman for details.]

Then, he sends Bruce the location of the safe house. Tim spends the rest of the day staring at Jason and watching his father in another timeline break as he huddles close to the broken body of Tim's Robin.

Timothy Drake destroys the burner phone.

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luveline · 1 year ago

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spoilers for spider-man: across the spider-verse below

please don’t read any further if you are avoiding spoilers

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

miguel hops dimensions expecting a new family, and a new life. he’s not expecting you —featuring a tired miguel and his confused but adoring wife. or, miguel gets the comfort he so desperately needs. requested here. fem!reader, 2.5k

tw. gun mention/no graphic scenes

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Miguel seems different when he comes home that night. You've loved him for years, you know his face. He looks slightly younger and older at the same time, impossibly so. He looks like he has bad news and he doesn't want to tell you. Something harrowing. How else can you explain his expression?

You stand up from the dinner table. "Hey," you say gently. "Is there something wrong?"

He isn't convincing when he answers, "What? Uh, no. Nothing's wrong."

"Something looks wrong."

You step in front of him and lift your chin. Usually, he'd look down with a smirk, or at the very least a smile, but he seems weary. You lift your hand to his cheek, pinching it between your fingers without malice.

"Smile, handsome. You have a lovely smile."

He smiles. His lips part just slightly. "You… you really love me. You're happy."

"We're happy," you correct. "Me, you, and Gabs forever, right?"

"Gabs?" he asks.

"Don't start with me. Gabriella's a mouthful. A beautiful mouthful," you concede. "I still think we should've named her Sofia. And yeah, Miguel. I love you. Really really. Don't forget it."

You make him sit at the kitchen table. It's a selfish manoeuvre; you want him to sit so you can actually reach his hair. Your husband is the tallest man you've ever met.

"Did you get a haircut?" you ask, running your fingers through his hair slowly. He shivers at your touch, and tilts his head back in question. "You did. That's such a betrayal, my love. I've been cutting your hair for going on six years now, I'm suddenly not good enough?"

"You're good enough," he says. He really sounds so strange.

"I'm joking. Miguel, if there's something wrong, you really need to tell me. I can make it better. Well, I can try." You bite your lip, unnerved by his quiet, solemn air.

"Am I being weird?" he asks.

"No," you say, worried he thinks you're judging him. You never would. (He's being really weird.) "Of course not, you're just quiet tonight, that's all. Did you have a bad day at work?"

"I– I got mugged. On the way home from work. I forgot the– the milk."

"You what?" you ask, eyes widening in shock. Miguel's kind of gigantic. You've always said that you pity the fool who tries it, but apparently he's less hardy than you thought. A mugging explains his weird behaviour these last five minutes, at least. "What happened? Sweetheart, are you okay?"

You take his face into both hands. He has dark circles under his eyes and a scratch along his jaw, but he seems unhurt. You suppose being attacked would age you instantaneously too.

"Miguel, are you in shock? Should I take you to the hospital?"

"I'm okay. I just feel strange."

"Are you sure?” He nods hurriedly. You purse your lips. “I'll make you something warm to drink, that'll help. As long as you're not hurt, right? Did he take your wallet? We'll have to cancel your credit card."

Miguel catches your shirt before you can go too far.

"Hm?" you hum in question.

Miguel visibly deliberates. His eyebrows lift ever so slightly. "Could I hug you?"

The hurting and worry you have for him intensify before falling on the back-burner. You can shove your own feelings aside easily if he needs comforting.

"I don't think you have to ask me," you say, offering your arms.

Miguel is usually a short but meaningful hugger. You've hugged so many times and in what feels like every place on earth, and he's such a tall man that even if he doesn't mean for them to be, his arms are all encompassing.

It surprises you that this hug is different. He's tentative. When his hand falls to the small of your back it slots into place, and you can feel his relief like a palpable thing.

"You’re okay," you say, your lips at his crown, your legs between his.

He's keeping space between you, and you don't like it. You press yourself as close to him as possible, your arms behind his shoulders, cupping the back of his head. Soft hair tickles your palm.

"Was it scary?"

"Was what scary?" he asks. You don't mention his little sniff. He's smelling your hair.

"Being mugged? Did he have a gun?"

"Yeah, he did."

"Oh, I see. There's no shame in being scared, you know that?"

"I'm not scared. I wasn't scared when it happened. I just wanted to come home to you."

You frown. His admission is like a barb in your chest, aimed true for your heart. "I'm so glad you did," you confess against his forehead, a murmur of sound. "So, so glad. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You kiss his head three times in a row. The last kiss lingers, his arms slackening around you.

You pull away, not wanting to smother him. Whoever's watching knows he's had enough of you these last few years.

"Where–" Miguel clears his throat. "Where's Gabriella?"

"She's in her room. Call her."

You're hoping time with her will bring him back into focus. He's clearly more affected by this than he's willing to say. You don't know how you feel about it. Terrified, because you could've lost him. Euphoric that you didn't. You'd had this funny feeling all day long, and it's weird, you’d felt that something bad happened, a moment at the sink with Gabriella singing in her room, the clock ticking on the wall. Miguel late, but promising to bring the groceries you needed home with him before dinner.

"Gabriella?" he calls up the stairs. You watch from the stove.

You'll grab the pan and make him some hot cocoa. Just as soon as he stops looking scared.

"Daddy?" Gabriella asks back. She's audibly ecstatic, and her footsteps are a stampede from her bedroom. You can see her from the kitchen when she gets to the bottom of the stairs. "Dad, pick me up!"

"Oh, right," Miguel says, leaning down to hold her.

He pulls her with all the grace of an elephant to his chest, and she nearly chins him.

"Woah, careful."

"Dad, you're super late. Mom said I can yell at you for being late."

"You can yell at me, if you want to." He gives her a curious look. "I'm sorry for taking so long."

Gabriella tilts her head to the side, dark hair shifting. She's a gorgeous little girl and her dad can't withstand it, melting as you hoped he would, the taut string of his back finally cut in two.

"I don't want to yell at you," she whispers.

"Good, because I don't want you to yell," he whispers back.

Gabriella leans back in his arms and giggles thickly. He almost drops her, and has to readjust his hold on her back.

"I'm so happy you're home!" she cheers, bringing her little hands up together from her chest and thrusting them out like fireworks. "You work too much! I thought doctors was s'posed to make everyone better and go home."

"I'm not that kind of doctor," he says.

You turn from where you've brought cocoa powder and milk to an emulsified simmer on the stovetop and beam at him. It's your favourite thing in the whole world when she mixes it up. Ever since she found his ID card with DR. written clear as day before his name, she's been under the impression that he works at the general hospital. Alchemex might break medical thresholds, but it is far from a hospital.

"Are you having hot cocoa with your dad?" you ask Gabriella.

She gasp in excitement and lists toward you. Miguel almost drops her for a second time. "Yes, oh my gosh!"

"Well, come and sit. What mug?"

Gabriella can't decide on what mug she wants; there's the orange cat with too many whiskers, there's the black one with bright white stars. After some deliberation, she decides on her and Miguel's matching daddy-daughter mugs.

"You're having some too, right?" he asks you.

"Don't I always?" you ask. "Though I do want to protest the mugs. Where's my mug? Don't I deserve number one mom?" You kiss the top of Gabriella's head where she languishes in Miguel's lap, before placing their hot cocoa down far from her arm's reach. "It's hot."

Miguel doesn't touch his. You blow cold air at Gabriella's and dip your fingertip into it periodically, content to spend some time with them both in amicable quiet. Gabriella just loves him to pieces, and she leans back in his arms with her eyes closed, basking in his closeness.

She squints at you with one eye. "Dad?"

Miguel doesn't answer. You nudge his foot.

"What?" he asks.

"You're not doing the thing."

"The thing?"

You frown.

"Yeah, dad." She huffs and curls his arm manually across her front. "Please, I want the kisses."

He looks at you, completely lost. You're feeling similarly confused. "She wants you to kiss her hair," you say, wondering if perhaps he's suffering from stress related amnesia.

He leans down carefully and kisses her hair. It's not the usual enthusiastic kiss, and he doesn't bother blowing in her ear after.

Gabriella glares at him. "My ear!"

"Blow in her ear," you mouth.

He blows gently into her ear. She shivers, shudders, and laughs up a storm.

When the cocoa's been drunk and the mugs washed and put away, Gabriella races upstairs, promising to return with a storybook and the drawing she made earlier in the day once she’s changed into her pyjamas. Miguel looks less lost than he had. In fact, he looks normal. The warm drink has put colour in his cheeks, and his daughter's cuddles have done their job. He's relaxed. He's forgotten the fear of the mugging, you're almost sure of it.

You waver beside him. "Can I sit with you, or am I too heavy?"

"Why would you be too heavy?" he asks.

"You always say I'm too heavy," you say, sitting down on his thighs. They feel solid, a little different from usual. Miguel works out, but this is strange. He must be more tense than you thought. "It's your worst joke."

"I'm sorry. I won't say it if it upsets you," he says, his voice rough and low.

"Who said anything about that?" He's never called you heavy to be cruel.

"Sorry," he apologises again. "I think all the excitement today messed me up."

You spread your fingers wide across his chest, his heart beating a surface below. "It's okay. You don't have to react any one way…" You rub the tip of your nose against his jaw lightly. "I'm so glad you're okay. I had this weird feeling like something bad happened to you, you know?"

Miguel laughs and coughs at the same time. It borders on being distressed. He's really worrying you. "You did?" he asks.

"Mm-hm. But you're okay." You work hard to sound sure.

His hand slides between your legs, fingertips digging into the soft inside of your upper thigh, though it doesn't stay there. He pulls away, looking flustered. "Sorry."

"For what?" You blink.

"I don't know."

You laugh and press a kiss to the column of his throat, your nose squished against him. "I was thinking we'd watch that new movie tonight, with Harry Woodson, but it has guns and stuff. Would that still be okay?"

He puts his hand behind your ear and guides your head back to look you in the eye. It's a familiar touch. He looks like himself again, though you truly are offended by his haircut. Maybe something happened at work and fried it off.

"You're really something special," he says quietly.

"How so?"

His face softens with your flirting tone. "You're kind. You're so kind. I've never met someone like you."

"What are you talking about?" you mumble. It's your turn to feel flustered, jellified by the earnestness lining his features.

"You're sweet, and soft, and so pretty," he says, matching your tone. He's looking at you like he's seeing you for the first time.

You understand the feeling. Sometimes you look at him and can't believe he's your love.

"Soft," you repeat. "Are you trying to say something?"

"Like that. That joke. You don't even sound mad."

"You don't have to be so amazed. I've been like this since we met, haven't I? I'm hardly ever angry with you." You follow down from his eye to his jaw with your knuckle, tracing a tear he hasn't shed. He's spun you into thoughtfulness, and more than that —reverential fondness for him aches in the very centre of your stomach.

"I must have some good luck," he says.

His near death experience has inspired a wave of sappiness.

You lean in until your forehead touches his, giving him time to close his eyes or lean away if he wants to.

"I love you," you say simply. "You're not lucky, you're amazing, and all this good you see in me? I see it in you, O'Hara." You huff a laugh, breath fanning over his top lip as you steal a wonky kiss. You pull back. "You're sure–"

Miguel kisses you. His hand flies to the back of your neck and his lips are eager, his head tilted to one side to accommodate your nose. He deepens the kiss and it's a mess, really, nothing like his usual kisses, no practised ease, nor confident touches. His fingertips push at the hairs lining the nape of your neck as though he's not sure what to do with his hand. It's like kissing him for the very first time.

It's not a bad kiss.

You kiss back slowly. You're the steadying constant to his hotheadedness, in kissing and in everything else, pulling time into an endless stretch of his mouth under yours, his body heat seeping into your skin.

The sharp point of a tooth catches your bottom lip. You gasp into his mouth and flinch away from him.

"Um, ouch? What was that, handsome, did you get your teeth filed to spikes?" you ask, probing your lip, a flood of giggles slipping between your fingers.

He looks at you like you've lit the sky one star at a time.

"Sorry," he says. "I'll be more careful, I swear."

"Sure," you laugh. "Well, you'll have to be more careful later. You promised Gabriella you'd read her the Wishing Tree, and she's expecting a performance. Voices included."

He adjusts you in his lap with more strength than you knew he had. "Will you help?"

You'll always help him. He doesn't even need to ask.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!!

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papaya-twinks · 4 months ago

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ok so what abt a lando one where there’s an age gap and he’s always been obsessed with her and like stalkers her, does research on the guys she brings home and goes out with basically totally dark stalker vibes. But the thing is she knows she has a stalker but no idea who it is bc whenever he confronts her he is wearing his racing helmet, and they always do even more each time they meet, liek first time they met he just caressed her but then like the 3rd time fingers her and 4th fucks her. THEN SOMEWEAR IN IT PLSSS. Lando has a sex tape of them and jerks off to it and thinks ‘fuck I can’t do this anymore’ kidnaps her and now she’s kinda like his toy but sugar daddy vibes bc he treats her well. And this is all consensual bc the reader wants an adventure as her ex bf was so vanilla ( which lando knows allll abt and explains in detail to her what she used to do with him) THATS ALOT IM SRRY U DONT HAVE TO DO IT

Warnings: Five year age gap (sorry, large age gaps make me squeamish), stalker, dark fic, 18+ kidnapping, sex, smut, 18+, consensual, sex tape, fingering, abusive partner (not Lando), sugar daddy, swearing

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

A/N - I’m adding some biker!lando into this coz his F1 helmet is just cutsies but a black biker one? dark dark shit right there.

Lando had met you at an F1 race, where you’d been in the garage. Something about how darn innocent you looked with your pretty little dress, all young and…wow. And with the help of Oscar (who simply thought his teammate just had an interest in some girl), he found out about you.

Y/N Y/L/N. You were 19 years old, your favourite colour was pink, you were cute and innocent and sweet, and you loved bows and ribbons. How adorable. And so it began, Lando followed you on a burner account, and watched all your stories, pinpointing your exact location to be in Monaco.

Oh how perfect, you were in the same country as him and, conveniently, he had the whole summer break to play around with the information.

y/n

caption: spending this day alone but with a great cafe to make up for it :)

friend3: oooo, have fun 💗💗💗

-> y/n: will do, thank you x

friend2: looking chic, y/n!

friend1: enjoy yourself and try the chocolate cake 👀

user1: café can’t be as gorgeous as you are 😉

-> y/n: oh, thank you?

You had just brushed off whoever ‘user1’ was, not really paying much mind to unusual flirty message, and continued with your day at the cafe. However, you couldn’t shake the slightly unsettling feeling that you were being watched.

You’d seen this happen in movies, and you couldn’t deny that the slight tingle of adrenaline coursing through your body wasn’t enjoyable. And so you looked behind you, from your cake and your phone, your eyes locking with someone else’s.

Well, more you found yourself staring back at a helmet. A plain, slick black helmet, the person wearing it adorned in a leather black jacket and light blue jeans. You couldn’t see any features to help show you who it was, but it was kind of…interesting.

Did you confront the person? No, you’d seem desperate or stupid. So you went back to your food, and never once did it cross your mind that perhaps, user1 was your stalker. But you didn’t see the stalker anymore. And you were a little disappointed they’d moved on so quickly, but you too moved on, going on your dates, looking for love, as girls your age did.

“Jason? What the fuck?” Lando said, eyeing the new name at the bottom of your followers. He’d skimmed through them, making a note of each and every person on your Instagram list, but seeing a guy? He couldn’t deny the feeling of annoyance in his stomach.

And thankfully, he’d made note of the guy’s instagram enough to see where the date would take place. Foolish, foolish move. And once again, you were sitting at a chair opposite this man, Jason, when your eyes fell on the same, sleek black helmet once more. Holy shit. And quicker than it had come, it was gone. For fucks’ sake.

*1 month later*

You and Jason were dating now, and to say he was toxic was an understatement. “Jason, I’m just gonna go out with my friends,” you said, picking up your purse as he scowled from the sofa, still in his sleeping clothes. “Why? So you can see some guy under the guise of friends? Likely,” Jason scoffed.

He was frustrating. “I’m not seeing another guy, I’m going with my friends,” you said, repeating your words as he groaned. “For fucks’ sake, Y/N, no means no!” he yelled, his words making you flinch as you sighed and dropped your purse back down.

“Fine, if you’re gonna be a brat, fucking go!” Jason seethed, pushing you to the door. Well, at least you’d get to go. The meet up with your friends ended a few minutes later, and just as you were leaving..,the helmet. This time, you would confront him. Or her.

“Uh, hi,” you said, walking slowly towards the helmet-man. He was definitely muscular. You were standing in the middle of an alleyway, the darkness flooding round you as the helmet stared down at you from his spot. “Uh, I’m Y/N,” you said, holding your hand out for him to shake.

He didn’t shake it.

You watched as he placed a hand in your shoulder, still not having said anything, and interlocked your other hand in his. He pushed a bit of paper into your hand, your eyes on the words. A phone number. Interesting. As soon as you looked back up, he was gone.

unknown user

y/n: hello

user: Hello.

y/n: who is this?

user: you don’t need to know.

user: come to the boulevard tomorrow at 9pm. leave jason behind. tell him your seeing a friend.

Holy shit x2. The air of mystique around whoever this was…was somewhat unsettling but at the same time, it was kinda a turn on. And wait, how did he know who Jason was? Oh, he’d done his research. Nice one.

And so you did what he said, managing to wriggle out of Jason’s possessive gaze, and you found yourself, waiting where this stalker had said. And there he was, in the same jacket and the same helmet, looking back at you. And perfectly on time, as well. Either he was desperate or…well, you didn’t know.

It was dark all round you, no one around and the streets unlit in this area. You watched as he reached out a gloved hand, taking your hand in his and pulling you between the trees, the mask of the night shielding you. He had strong hands.

You didn’t truly care what he’d do next, as he sat you down, the dry earth coating the back of your dress as he pushed it up, your thighs visibly shaking. A soft gasp left your lips as he trailed his hand over your core. You hadn’t worn panties. Good.

It was almost like he was complimenting you as he gave you a small smack on your thigh, before he removed his glove, dipping his finger between your folds as you moaned, eyes wide. “Shit…” you trailed off, your eyes wide as he added another, your knot building up. Fucking weeks of faked orgasms, and this one felt real.

He didn’t say anything, simply moving his hand faster, the tan skin of his fingers curling as he rubbed at your clit with his thumb. Who was this fucking angel? A loud moan left your lips as your orgasm flooded over you, his hand moving from between your legs, the remnants of your pleasure on his hand as he wiped it down his jacket, watching you for a second, before he left.

Part 1 of his plan: complete.

And the next day, you received yet another message from the same user, your eyes lighting up. It was an address.

user: [address], 10pm. no panties either.

And you arrived at the surprisingly grand hotel, showing the receptionist the room number and she gestured the way. You paused outside the door, thoughts of everything flashing through your head. Who was this man? Was he safe? Was he dangerous? Fuck it, you just needed another orgasm.

As you walked in, you failed to notice the little camera set up on the desk behind a bottle of lotion, your eyes on the man standing in the doorway of the en-suite bathroom. You didn’t say anything, neither did he, as he walked to you, lifting your dress once more and laying you down on the bed.

With one hand, he dipped his fingers into your core, the other hand undoing his belt as he dropped his trousers, taking your hand and wrapping it round the base of his (surprisingly large) cock. You heard the small sound of a groan, not enough to identify who it was, but you pumped his slowly, his own hand toying with your core.

Still, he’d didn’t remove his helmet. You gasped as he pressed his cock against you, one hand pressing down on your throat gently, the restriction of your airways adding to the pleasure, as his other hand pressed your stomach down to stop you from arching. You whined as he tugged your jaw forwards, forcing you to look at the small bump in your stomach.

Holy shit x3.

You gasped as he started moved, your lips parting as he moved his head down, lifting the visor and pressing immediately to your neck, so you couldn’t see anything but his lips as he licked at the supple, sweet skin of your collarbone. His hips picked up pace as you moaned, his fangs nipping at your skin as he peppered kisses to your neck.

You could feel the pleasure build up in both of you as he held you down, his hand moving from your neck to massage you clit in soft, slow circles, his other hand kneading the skin of your breasts. “Shit,” you muttered as he sped up, the knot in your stomach building faster and faster as you suppressed your moans, your eyes rolling.

He pulled out before he came, spilling the liquid onto your thighs as he bit down once onto your neck, sucking the hickey under your coat and out of sight, before fixing you up. And then he pushed you out the room. Oh god.

“What the fuck?!” Jason snapped, stepping into the shower with you. “Where did you get a hickey from?” he asked, your eyes wide. You’d totally forgotten about it. “You gave it to me last time we fucked,” you said coolly, trying to play it off. “Oh…right,” Jason muttered. Wow, he was stupid.

“Fuck,” Lando gasped, his eyes rolling as he tried to keep his attention on the video of the night before, his hand desperately trying to recreate the sensation of your tight cunt, how good it had felt having your warmth clenching round him. “For fucks’ sake,” Lando muttered staring down at the menial drops of cum coating his hand.

And there was only one way he could have you all of himself. Kidnapping. But, how? You were walking down the boulevard once more, trying not to stare at the spot where you’d been fingered by the mystery man, clutching your bag as you walked down to a bakery, where you wanted to pick up your cakes.

And then, a hand on your mouth, followed by a cloth, and out you went.

……….…………………………

Your lashes fluttered open as a piercing yellow light hung over you, your eyes returning to usual as you looked round the room. You had an itch under your nose, and you reached your hand up, only to find your wrists tied together and to a radiator. What the fuck?!

And then you saw it, the pieces falling into place. A laptop placed perfectly so you could see it, with the video of the mystery man fucking you playing on. The helmet placed onto the side cabinet. A phone with ‘user1’ and the list of all your images he’d saved. What was this?

“Hello sweetheart,” a voice said, the second word dripping with almost condescending sarcasm as you looked up, your eyes locking on a pair of greenish-blue ones. He was the stalker? He was hot, though. “What are you doing, who are you?” you writhed against the ties as he scoffed.

“Fight all you want, then,” he shrugged, “I know you want this,”. You shook your head at his words, making him roll his eyes, before he bent down, untying the tie on your wrists and kneeling to your height. “Don’t wanna be here, is that what you want me to believe?” he smirked. “Then go on,” he gestured to the bedroom door.

“Run, then,”.

But you didn’t. You didn’t run. Though you knew you should, that this wasn’t right, but you didn’t move. “Exactly,” he leaned down to whisper into your ear, running his tongue over the mark he’d left, a shiver rushing up your spine. “Get on the bed, then,” he said with a little sinister smile, but you obeyed.

“On your back, lift your dress,” the man said, directing you with a firm voice as you did what he said, your back against the mattress, your hands tugging the material of your dress upwards. “Good,” he eyed your body, “think a little introduction is in need,”.

“I’m Lando,” he said, his lips brushing your ear as he removed his jeans, “you’re Y/N. I know that,” he said, pumping himself a few times before aligning with your entrance as you gasped. “I know how Jason was a dick,” he continued, “I watched you fake those orgasms,” Lando mused, “and how that cunt of a ‘boyfriend’ never once gifted his perfect little girl anything,”.

You whimpered as he took your chin in his fingers, pressing his lips to your jaw, before sliding into you, his other hand taking a little box from behind you, sliding the ring onto your index finger as he rocked his hips. “Oh, god,” you gasped as he sped up, your hands digging into his shoulders.

“I watched how that cunt couldn’t even make you cum, Y/N,” Lando smirked, “such a pretty girl and he couldn’t even make you cum,”. You whined at his words, your body bouncing a little as the lewd sounds of your skin hitting his as he slammed into you, your eyes rolling in pleasure.

“Cum for me,” he said, his teeth bared against your neck as you gasped, your whimpers filling his ears as he carried on. Oh what he fun he’d have with you.

A/N - I love this.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris imagine #lando x reader #f1 #lando norris smut

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hermajestyimher · 11 months ago

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Isolation is Not Healthy for You

The Western world is going through an isolation crisis, and our generation is the one most affected by it. Let's talk about it.

It seems like people nowadays have relegated the importance of community and belonging to the back burner. We no longer place the value social interactions have historically had to them because we no longer view them as needed but as optional. This couldn't be further from the truth. Lack of socialization has been linked with higher risks of disease than smoking. It increases the risk of developing Alzheimer's in old age. It causes people to become depressed and hopelessness and detaches us from the correct way to interact and become functioning members of society around others.

Socializing is crucial to one's well-being, regardless if our personalities are intro or extroverted. Introversion should never be used as a synonym for isolation. When you look at many people across the Global South, despite the issues they have to face, they usually seem much happier than those in the West because they have a sense of belonging and community.

Online interactions through social media can never replace real, face-to-face interactions. In fact, being chronically online will only make you more detached from reality.

I've personally made it a goal of mine for 2024 to become as social as possible. If I can't find people on the same wavelength as me in my city or country, I will travel abroad. I refuse to let my youth be wasted by keeping myself from experiences that only other people can provide me with. This time that I have right now nobody will be able to get back to me, and I refuse to live it alone. As I always say, it is better to be alone than surrounded by the wrong company, but it is better to have good company around you than to be alone. To find those people you must be proactive and committed to searching for them.

#things ive learned

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cl6teen · 1 year ago

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p-power ❀ op81

in which a tense breakup with a well known driver sparks a new beginning with an up and coming rookie

contains: social media!au, exbf!daniel, multiple time skips, heavily inspired by the lyrics ‘the pictures i seen i’m like “damn he got lucky”, take it from him and i leave him with nothin’.

note: this has been in my drafts for ages so i might has well post it anyways

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f1wagupdates f1 wag y/n l/n and mclaren f1 driver daniel ricciardo caught in a hearted argument while vacationing in new zealand for the short beak in light of a newly surfaced cheating scandal between daniel and a model during a monaco gp after party

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danielrjpg omg, so the cheating rumours were true??? i feel so bad for y/n, she was the best wag on the paddock in my opinion

iheartmclaren during the monaco gp?? she couldn’t make it to that one right?

papayaluv yeah, but she was still posting him on her story that whole weekend :(

ynstyle genuinely she’s too good for him anyways

user now that this has been brought to life can we talk about the weird ass age gap between the two??

dr3ily i love daniel but he’s 33 and she’s 22?? and they started dating when she was 20? that’s kind of icky

l.l.l.lando to be honest, i don’t think it’s true? like he doesn’t seem like the type to cheat! couples fight all the time

user yeah, monaco gp is notorious for exposing and cheating scandals that usually aren’t true, yall will believe anything

4everstappen then why did she already delete their photos together?? like all trace of daniel gone

givemedr3 but daniel still has all of their photos up, and he still follows her ?

madebymax it’s because he’s delusional LMAO, and I would be too if i fumbled someone like y/n??

user his karma will definitely come back to him, one way or another

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yourinstagram boy bye.

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landonorris let me come visit you please

yourinstagram you know you’re always welcome down under lan <3

user lando and y/n’s friendship still holding up is so cute to me

bsfsinstagram you’re too bad for anyone in this world

bsfsinstagram whoever gets you is so lucky

yourinstagram i love you more than anything babe

drxyn waitt so they’re actually broken up 😭

luvyn tbh the post breakup glow is eating, i was crying for a month straight after mine

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mclarenbby oh my god daniel in the likes is so embarrassing like please stop your delusion

newuser please go back to daniel y/n i loved you two together!

yourinstagram lol no thanks

k1ll4lando daniel get off your burner account LMAOO

iluvf1 y/n continuing to post like nothing ever happened and being all normal in comparison to daniel’s social media literally going black out like he’s grieving is so funny?? like the disabled comments are really the cherry on top

user i just know he has his pr team working overtime

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f1 some surprising news from mclaren this silly season, wouldn’t you agree?

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user honestly thank god, i don’t think mclaren was daniels team, but it’s sad to see he might be out of a seat now

user the karma from cheating is literally so real

user and he wasn’t performing well at all because of it

user YN LIKED IT BYEEE

user love that for her though

mclaren excited to see our rookie in action!

early february, 2023.

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lando.jpg friendly outings before the new season (ft. y/n’s photography skills)

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yourinstagram thank you for the photo credits on the last one lando

oscarpiastri very nice photos lando

lando.jpg always so serious oscah

papayaluv yn still hanging out with mclaren is so nice to see, she has so much chemistry with the team even without daniel

op81ln4 seeing yn get becoming friends with oscar is so funny like omg he took your ex’s seat in f1

mcl4ren honestly i think that yn is milking this whole daniel situation to still keep the attention on her, how is she still attending mclaren events?

yourinstagram please stop making assumptions about me, thanks ❤️

user do you forget that she’s been friends with lando?

user can’t lie, lando posting yn at mclaren knowing daniel follows this page is wickedddd but funny

oscar

hey, it’s oscar from earlier :)

you

hi oscar! i had so much fun meeting you tonight

did you grab my number from lando?

oscar

yeah..i hope that’s alright?

i was just glad to see a fellow australian and lando suggested i have it

you

i really don’t mind it, i’m happy to have a new friend that i have smth in common with

i was surprised when your mclaren signing was announced, but i’m sure your rookie season will be amazing

oscar

thanks, it really does mean a lot

i wasn’t really expecting the mclaren offer in the first place but i was open, and they’d just let go of daniel cause of his performance

wait sorry i didn’t mean to bring him up

you

please don’t apologize, i couldn’t care less about him anymore

i see what happened in the second half of last years season as karma, im glad it’s you who’s in the seat now :)

oscar

yeah, but if you ask me what he did was an asshole move

you didn’t deserve that at all, i think he lost something good

you

it’s been so long now that it’s nothing important to me, but…did you want to meet up for lunch or dinner tomorrow? my flight back home leaves after that

oscar

yeah, i’d like that

and i’ll hope to see you again in australia as well?

you

you can count on it ❤️

april, melbourne australia.

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yourinstagram reunited down below 🧡

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ynluv it felt so nice seeing you with mclaren today !!

mclaren we second that!

yourinstagram it’s just a one time thing, i never miss a home race! but i was happy to be there!!

landonorris who’s that cool guy in the sunglasses?

yourinstagram a toad that drives for mclaren you do NOT want to talk to him

oscarpiastri missed hanging out

yourinstagram come back home more often then duh

landonorris or you can just visit us instead

you

you did so well in the race today oz

ozz

P8 isn’t the best though, could have been better

lando was good

you

he was, but we’re not talking about lando

P8 on your third race as a rookie is amazing

take the compliment oscar 🙄

ozz

thank you for the compliment miss

you

ugh shut up

ozz

im glad you were here this race weekend, i really did miss seeing you

you

it’s not like you haven’t been texting and calling me for two months straight 😭

ozz

but that’s different

you

mhm

when do you have to fly out to baku?

ozz

i leave in the middle of the night on wednesday

you must want me to take you out on a date before i go?

you

don’t be smug oscar pisstree

facetime dates are nice but it would be nice to go on a real one again. we don’t always have to hang out with lando

ozz

i know y/n, im only teasing you

there’s no way i would be here and not think to plan one, you know me better than that

but pisstree is a little painful

you

i know i know, sorry

ozz

so get ready and i’ll come pick you up once i’m done with these team debriefs

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you

girl.

omg

pls whatever you’re doing stop it

TEXT ME BACK PLEASE 😭

bestie 🧸

oh my god

i’m here

are you dying ? kidnapped?

i thought you were on your date with oscar

please respond???

how are you not responding after just texting??

istg i hate you

you

i was on my date with oscar

he just dropped me off

and

bestie 🧸

and??

you

i am a girlfriend !!!!

😖😖😖

bestie 🧸

OH MY GOD???

OSCARYN NATION UPPP

he’s so good for you yn

IM SO HAPPY

you

ME TOO

however. there is one problem

he asked me to spend the summer break travelling with him

bestie 🧸

what did you say?

yes? right?

you

i didn’t say anything actually…

he said he’d let me think about it

bestie 🧸

okay so tell him your done thinking about it

and say yes!

august; summer break.

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yourinstagram all types of summa lovin

landonorris you got him to wear pink ????

yourinstagram doesn’t he look yummy in it

user WHO’S HIM????

bsfsinstagram oh not you posting himmm

yourinstagram i had to let them know i’m spoken for babe

oscarpiastri what psychopath straightens their hair like that

yourinstagram the hot kind

landonorris yeah right

dannybae is that daniel in the last photo?

yourinstagram no

user was posting this after daniel said he missed you on that podcast intentional????

user that’s so embarrassing for him but at least now he’s gained some self respect and unfollowed her 😭😭

luvyn i’m so happy she’s happy, literally living her best life

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oscarpiastri summer

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user oscar when was this this ?????

oscarpiastri i just said this summer🧍‍♂️

landonorris 💀

yourinstagram oscar in his soft launch era??

landonorris you were the one who taught him that

oscarpiastri is that what it’s called

user not oscar getting a girlfriend over the break

oscarspastries i sort of suspected this after that story he posted after the australia gp

user omg so she’s probably from australia

op4prez the second picture kinda looks like yn

user no it doesn’t ur jumping to conclusions 😭

user she’s only friends with the mclaren boys she has her own man

user oscar literally drops off the face of the earth for the entire break and then comes back to post this??

user im severely unwell

user oscar’s already falling into the girlfriend effect of looking exponentially finer and im here for it

october; qatar.

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you

congratulations on winning the sprint race babe <3 i knew you could do it

baby 💕

where are you?

i want to come see you

you

i’m in the garage with the team

are you coming with lando

baby 💕

you

you shouldn’t come without him

you know that people would talk and it’ll be annoying to deal with

baby 💕

i just got the first win of the season for the team

quite frankly i couldn’t give a shit what they said, i want to celebrate with my girl

you

oscar i want to celebrate with you too, but it might be best to wait

oscar are you there?

oscar ?

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Daryl and breath play <3

Imagine him choking you out from behind as he roughly fucks up into you after you fucked up yet *another* resource run; drool running down your chin as you babble incoherently as his thick cock splits you open so wonderfully!

there ain't no god here — daryl dixon🩰

in which you mess up on a run, and daryl has had enough

note: SMUT WARNING! do not consume this content if you are under the age of 18, i am not liable for you reading past this point.

warnings: rough sex, dirty talk, bad writing.

You and Daryl have never had a nice relationship. From the moment the pair of you met, you'd been at each other's throats. Always arguing, always antagonizing each other, but there was something sizzling between the two of you. Which neither of you had noticed. Maggie said it first. When you'd all turned up to the farm, she'd asked you if the two of you were a thing, to which you laughed in her face. "As if I'd let Daryl put his hands on me," you exclaimed. "Dream on, girl," he'd call out as he passed the two of you outside. When the farm had been lost and you'd all found the prison, the two of you were incessant on arguing. It was just a constant cat fight between the two of you. Glenn had even made a comment about it feeling 'weirdly sexual'. Rick had learned to keep you apart, for the sake and sanity of the group. He was surprised you'd made it this far without physically fighting or fucking. The long winter on the road, hunting in the woods, finally finding Alexandria, you two just never clicked. It had even become a game of sorts, to inconvenience the other one, to push them just that little bit off the edge. The two of you were so caught up in this game of riling up the other, that people within the community were beginning to assume there was a spark between you. And Daryl heard none of it, until Spencer had approached him once. "Hey," he spoke awkwardly, too afraid to look at the archer who was aggressively buffing his crossbow with a cloth. "What." Daryl grumbled, not even bothering to look up from his weapon. He could tell by the lanky figure it was Spencer. "I, uh," Spencer was rambling, unable to get to his point, "I wanted to know if anything was going on between you and Y/N." "Why do you care?" "I was gonna ask her out, well, I was gonna ask her over for dinner. There's not much in the way of dating anymore." Spencer faltered, looking anywhere except at Daryl. "But I didn't know if there was actually a thing between you two, so I thought I should ask instead of listening to rumors." Daryl finally stopped fussing his crossbow. "Why would I care? Do what you want with 'er." Just as Spencer had retreated down the porch steps, Daryl had immediately regret what he'd said. But why? You frustrated him to his core, you got under his skin, you knew just how to make him tick. And he hated it, at least he thought he did. All he used to worry about were walkers. Now, they'd been pushed to the back burner of his mind. He's been so swept up in this little back and forth with you, that he'd forgotten how terrible the world was for a moment. Did he really care about the thought of you spending time with another guy?

Daryl had watched in dismay as you spent less time winding him up, and more time walking the streets with Spencer. It was almost as if you were riling him up by walking past the porch he'd sit on. It was jealousy, and almost a sick possession to want you all to himself. You, unbeknownst to Daryl, had no interest in Spencer. You spoke to him and spent time with him purely as a friend and to make connections within the community. So when you'd been sent on a run with Daryl, it felt nice to not have to play a part anymore. To just be around someone you were yourself with. Of course you cared about Daryl enough to not see him get killed, but the two of you have always been at each other's throats. That was kind of your thing. "We taking a car?" You asked Rick, folding your arms as you stood beside Michonne. It was supposed to be the four of you, but Deanna wanted to see Michonne and Rick. "My bike." Daryl retorted. "I suppose it makes it easier to throw myself off," you reasoned, scowling at Daryl, and you could see Michonne chuckle into her hand. "Please," Daryl bit back, striding towards his bike, "gives me a break from you." You had your arms around Daryl, holding on tightly as you sped down a long, narrow road. The wind whipped your hair into your face, and every time you felt inclined to swipe it away, Daryl made sure both of your hands were around him. He'd gripped your hand and forced it back onto his waist as you tried to smooth your hair down. When you'd gotten to a small town outside of the area, Daryl dismounted and helped you off the bike. It was the least he could do. You did your usual sweep of each store, and taking the stock you needed, occasionally being annoying and getting a series of grunts in return. "Didn't ya ever learn to shut up?" He spat, waving you off as he entered another aisle. You rolled your eyes, shoving stuff into the backpack you'd brought along. "Didn't you ever learn to treat women nicely?" You had aggravated him the entire run. Instead of moving things out the way so both of you could pass, you'd just climb over it and let Daryl deal with it himself. Instead of listening to him, you'd go off and do exactly what you wanted to. Daryl felt like a babysitter. "Surprised Spencer puts up with ya." Daryl mumbled, shining a flashlight into a dark back room, only to find dead walkers and upturned furniture. "Excuse me?" "Ya heard me, girl." "Spencer doesn't have to put up with anything." You remarked, folding your arms. "So it's just me then? Ya annoy me and not ya own damn boyfriend!" Daryl's voice grew louder, the two of you so caught up in arguing that you'd almost forgotten the dead were out to get you. "Spencer's not my boyfriend!" Oh, Daryl thought. His heart lifted for a moment, until he'd seen a walker come out of the room behind you. Without hesitation, he shot an arrow through it's skull, and watched as you caught your breath. "Get in 'ere." Daryl demanded, grabbing your hand and leading you into a vacant bathroom. "Always messin' up the damn thing." "What?" You answered, voice small and still shaking with fear. You'd never come that close to death before. A walkers hands had grabbed your shoulders, it's teeth mere inches away from you. "Why don't ya listen to me, huh?" He whisper-yelled, his grip still firm on your hand. "Always runnin' off and doin' what ya want. Ya need manners, girl." "I need manners? When have you ever said a nice word to me? When have you ever thought about me in any positive way?" Daryl paused, was it the time for this?

"Every fuckin' day. Every mornin', every night. Every damn time I see ya, I can't not think about ya." Daryl admitted, frustration still laced in his voice. "All ya do is drive me insane." Both of you were breathing heavily, tension still clouding the air in this very small bathroom. You were almost chest to chest with the little space available in here. Daryl was thinking with the recently unlocked part of his brain that just contained you. Every glance he'd ever sent your way, every time he'd seen you stretch and show the hem of your underwear, every time he'd look down at you and see those innocent eyes staring back up at him. There was nothing that felt as right as this. His lips were on yours, and you'd moved against his like you'd done it regularly. Hell, you thought about it at times. When you were lonely in your cell, in your room in Alexandria, the hatred went hand in hand with passion, and you were so overfilled with lust that it had all blurred into one. Every bitter word the two of you threw at each other, it fueled the fire that you were both burning in now. He'd gripped at the clothes he wanted gone, and you'd silently obey him. His calloused hands swiped over your neck, and it had awoken a side of you that was powered off when the world ended. "Oh, you like that, huh?" He asked, his voice no longer containing it's usual gruffness. It was whiny, almost poking fun at how you were putty in his hands. You just sighed in response, giving up any self control you had. It was all his now, to do with it as he pleased. "Gotta teach ya a lesson, girl," he breathed into your ear, hands on your shoulders and spinning you round the other way. You hadn't realized the mirror facing you, your tinged cheeks and sleepy eyes clouded over with lust.

Daryl's lips grazed the curve of your neck, daring to place a kiss on your soft, pure skin. He wanted to toy with you, like you did with him every day. Sauntering around, giving looks you'd only give to him, leaving him to deal with his hard-on in the middle of the night. "Ya gonna listen to me now, hm." You could feel his hands gliding closer to the inside of your thigh, heat burning between your legs. You didn't just want it, you needed it. You arched your back into him, rubbing against whatever you could. Needed the friction, the look in your eyes almost primal. Daryl smirked at you in the mirror, holding your gaze as he spat on his hand. Your fingers squeezed the counter as he slid into you, the two of you completely in sync as you moaned out for each other. The feeling purely nostalgic. "God," you cried, your eyebrows knitted together and your lip quivering. "There ain't no God here, girl, just me." One of his hands gripped your thigh as rammed into you, jerking your hip bones into the counter. If you weren't so wrapped up in Daryl, it would ache. But you couldn't stop, not even to readjust, you needed Daryl to carry you to your high. His other hand snaked up your body, sensually rubbing at your breasts, of which he'd caught glimpses of for years. Finally seeing them felt... satisfying. All the times you'd fiddle with your shirt, exposing them just barely, and Daryl would have to be a gentleman and look away. His hand finally reached your neck and he'd gripped both sides with his fingers and thumb. He'd peered at you through the mirror, catching the whites of your eyes as you rolled them back. Seeing how delighted you looked, it made him feel good. He knew just how to make you tick. "Ya gonna do as I say from now on," he breathed, squeezing tighter on your throat, "you're all mine, girl." "Yeah," you croaked, Daryl's grip on your throat and him inside of you rendered you unable to speak, you were just allowing him to do whatever he wanted. "All yours." He'd suddenly stopped and you whimpered at the loss of contact. Daryl had turned you around again, hooking his arms under your ass and lifting you onto the counter. "Wanna see that pretty face." He'd entered you again, filling you up and you were back to seeing stars as he pumped into you. His grunts and moans were close to sending you over the edge. His hand found your throat again, squeezing on the familiar spot and Daryl's eyes flickered to your breasts as the bounced with every thrust. They were entrancing. He was close to finishing, but he wanted to savor this moment. He wanted this, you, over and over again. He could see the drool escaping your lips and running down your chin, some dropping onto your breasts. He almost finished at the sight of it all. "Let go for me, girl." He moaned, bringing you closer to him for the final few thrusts. "Come on. Good girl." Your body took over, sending you over the edge and quivering on him. Daryl held your body tight, careful not to let you go. His rhythm had gotten sloppier, he couldn't hold it, just knowing this was all with you, all for you, he let go himself and caught your gaze as he did so. There was nothing he'd change about this, the tiny bathroom, the argument beforehand, the relationship the two of you had before. It all led to this, and he'd do it again. Exactly the same.

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mrsshabana · 6 months ago

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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞

ꔫ‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, age difference, angst, fluff, daddy issues, mommy issues, modern au ꔫ‧₊ Note 5k words. I want to thank everyone who was so excited for this fic, your kind words really encouraged me to write so much! I hope you enjoy it and keep an eye out for chapter two ♡ ✧:･ﾟ→ Part two ✧:･ﾟ→ Part three

This is the most exciting thing that’s happened in Gyutaro’s pathetic life since his sister was accepted into college.

His life is nothing special really, and it never has been. Always taking care of his little sister was his number one priority so his needs and wants were always put on the back burner. Not like he had much of a choice anyway. With a face like that, how are you supposed to get anywhere in life? He’s thirty-five and has never had a romantic partner, but no surprise there. His personality is unpleasant and he doesn’t have much going for him. His job is alright and he can afford to support himself and his sister but that’s about it.

By now he’s come to accept the fact that some things just aren’t in the cards for him. Things like a wife and maybe even kids. As he got older he found himself longing for these things more and more. Especially when he witnessed all of his friends getting married and starting families of their own. But now at his age, no woman would want to get with him, let alone start a family.

At first, he was mad at the world and everyone in it. It wasn’t fair that he was denied love just because he had a few spots on his face, crooked teeth, and was a bit rough around the edges. The jealousy and anger ate at him for many years, causing his personality to become bitter and cold. On the outside, he seems like the kind of guy who wouldn’t care about love, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. Since he grew up without receiving any love from his mother, it was always something that he craved, even as an adult.

But he grew up, and he had no choice but to realize this was his reality and there was no changing it. It was hard to accept, but he’s finally come to peace with it. At least he has Ume, and honestly, he’s grateful for that.

But now, you came into his life and things are beginning to take an interesting turn.

You’re Ume’s friend from college, she’s a year older than you but you got to know her well in one of your math classes. Ume hates math so she waited until her senior year to take it, which she is starting to regret now. The only upside to the situation is that she met you.

Having gotten pretty close to Ume over the course of the semester, she would often invite you over to her place. You’ve heard her talk about her brother before but you had never met him since he was usually at work when you came over. But when you saw him for the first time, he wasn’t what you had expected. He looked a lot different than the image you had in your mind and he was a lot less friendly than Ume had described him. But even though most of the time he was in a bad mood, he’d be polite to you for the brief moments he was around.

The first thing you noticed about him was how tall he was and how deep and raspy his voice sounded. It was oddly attractive, especially when paired with his messy black hair. You knew he was older than Ume but he didn’t look that old. The only thing that maybe signified his age were the dark circles around his eyes, probably from being overworked.

Gyutaro never expected to get close to his little sister’s best friend. It’s something he never would have considered, but your actions are causing him to rethink his stance on your almost nonexistent relationship.

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One night you’re studying over at Ume’s place again. The two of you sit in the dining room, with notebooks, pens, and textbooks spread across the table. Midterms are coming up so you’re trying really hard to get some studying done. Even though Ume keeps getting distracted and scrolling through TikTok.

You’ve almost lost your sanity with this study session when you hear the front door unlocking.

Gyutaro, looking as tired as usual, walks into the house. Kicking off his shoes and throwing his bag on the floor. He barely even acknowledges you as he walks past saying, “Girls, can you please clean the table.”

“Mm hm,” Ume hums as she continues looking at her phone screen.

He knows she isn’t going to do as he asks, but he always asks anyway. Today has been a long day and Gyutaro just wishes he could go to sleep but he knows he has a household to take care of. So he hurriedly rushes over to the bathroom and takes a quick shower. Coming out with messy damp hair and a towel wrapped around his waist. He goes straight to his bedroom, but you manage to catch a glimpse of him through the hall.

The way his long hair sticks to his muscled shoulders and back distracts you. And even after he’s gone from your sight, the heavenly image is still stuck in your mind.

“Will I ever get a break?” he thinks to himself as he puts on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, “As soon as I’m done cooking I’m passing out.” It’s only 8 pm but after another overtime shift, he’s pooped. Ume’s lucky he loves her so much, or else he would just make her eat a Lean Cuisine for dinner.

He doesn’t even bother to brush his hair and just heads straight towards the kitchen. But on his way, he’s met with something that surprises him.

“You actually cleaned the table?” he says in shock.

“No, she did,” Ume points to you without even looking up from her phone.

Gyutaro scowls and hits Ume in the back of the head with a rolled-up newspaper, “What’s the matter with you? It’s rude to make your guest clean!”

“Hey!! Cut it out!! I didn’t tell her to, she did it on her own!” Ume whines.

“Still, you should have cleaned it yourself,” he grumbles and throws the newspaper to the side, “Y/N, I’m sorry. Please stay for dinner, that’s the least I could offer you for helping my sister since she’s too lazy to do anything on her own.”

“No no, it’s ok! I don’t want to put more work on your plate -”

“I insist,” he smiles and begins preparing the ingredients.

Ume pays no attention to the matter, as you admire her brother while he works away in the kitchen. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he takes a sip and sighs before he begins washing some vegetables.

You sit there and stare at his muscles, admiring the way they move along with noticing the tattoo on his upper arm. The way his hair falls in his face, and he tries to push it away with his wrist while his hands hold ingredients.

This is something you’ve never had before. A man who takes care of you. It’s something new for you, and quite frankly you’re a bit jealous of Ume. It must be nice to have someone who takes care of her like Gyutaro does. Especially since your father was never around, it feels comforting being in this kind of atmosphere with Gyutaro and his sister.

The loud clattering of metal hitting the floor snaps you out of the trance you were in. It seems that Gyutaro dropped a knife because he had almost fallen asleep. You can see his eyes closing slowly as he shakes his head in an attempt to wake himself up. Even though you barely know him, the sight makes you feel bad for him. He must be so exhausted, yet he’s determined to make dinner for his little sister.

“Hey, do you need any help?” you ask as you walk into the kitchen.

“N-no, thank you though.” He tries to brush you off and continue cooking but you stop him, grabbing his wrist and taking the utensils out of his hand. “It’s ok really, you seem exhausted. Plus I like cooking so it’s no biggie!” You smile and try to lead him away from the kitchen.

“What? No! You’re our guest it’d be rud-”

“Onii-chan just let her do it! She’s offering, stop being so stubborn!” Ume chimes in.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think you’re a bad host. You’ve been nothing but welcoming to me, I just want to help out,” you lead him over to the couch and force him to sit down, “Everyone deserves a break once in a while.”

“But I-” his sentence trails off as he watches you walk away, not giving him any say in the matter. He feels incredibly guilty for letting you cook. But his body is too tired to fight it, and you no longer hear any complaints from him.

Looking around the kitchen you scan what Gyutaro had set up. There’s a pot of boiling water on the stove, a pan with oil in it, some half-cut tomatoes, a box of pasta, and an unopened package of meat. You can only assume that he was trying to make spaghetti. Luckily for you, it’s easy enough and something you’ve made countless times before.

After about 30 minutes you have all of the food prepared. You make a plate for yourself, Ume, and Gyutaro.

“Thanks, Y/N!” Ume exclaims as she finally puts down her phone and takes her plate.

Next, you walk over to Gyutaro to give him his food, but he’s already passed out on the couch. The bottle of beer still in his hand, half full.

“Poor thing,” you whisper to yourself, “Guess it’ll just be Ume and I for now.” You take the plate to the table and eat with Ume, opting that it’s probably best to let Gyutaro sleep.

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His stomach rumbles and his eyes are heavy as he slowly opens them, looking around at his surroundings. Confused for a moment as he forgot where he was. The living room is dark and quiet and he can’t quite remember why or how he fell asleep here.

But then he looks over at the coffee table and remembers everything. His bottle is placed aptly beside a plate full of delicious looking pasta. Neatly wrapped in plastic wrap with a note reading, Enjoy! :)

“No way,” he mumbles as he tears off the plastic and begins to dig in. His eyes roll to the back of his head when the delicious food hits his tongue. Things taste so much better when someone else makes them. And honestly, he can’t recall how many years it’s been since someone has cooked him a meal. Five? Possibly ten? Either way, he savors the moment.

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That meal has been on Gyutaro’s mind for days now. Never forgetting the taste and the gratifying feeling of eating a meal that was carefully prepared by someone else. It was amazing. And you’ve been on his mind ever since that night.

He told Ume to thank you since he didn’t have your number, and he really hopes she actually did it and didn’t just blow him off like she usually does.

As he drives home from work he can’t help but think of how nice it would be to come home to one of your home-cooked meals. It’s become a fantasy of his to imagine this on his drives home after a long shift. The thought brings him some comfort even though he knows it will never become a reality.

And just as he was driving through downtown he saw someone familiar. It was you, standing beneath one of the street lights as a strange man loomed over you. He appeared to be talking to you, but your body language looked as if you were very uncomfortable with the situation.

The strange man appeared to be around Gyutaro’s age and all he could think was, “C’mon man, you’re too old to be doing this shit to a young girl. You should know better.” He rolls his eyes and pulls over next to the sidewalk.

With a deep, tired sigh, he gets out of the car and yells, “Hey Y/N! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

At first, the sudden voice calling out to you startles you, but as soon as you see that it’s Ume’s brother you feel like you’ve been saved. The strange man looks over at Gyutaro too, giving him a confused look.

“We’re gonna be late for that movie,” Gyutaro smiles as if everything is normal and walks up to you, “Oh, who’s this? Do I know this guy?”

“Uh n-no, I don’t think you know him,” you say nervously.

Gyutaro nods and takes your hand, “Sorry man, but we gotta go. We’re gonna miss the premier if we don’t get going now.”

The stranger seems convinced and walks off as Gyutaro leads you back to his car. Opening the door for you, as he watches the man walk away. Making sure he’s gone for good.

You don’t hesitate to get into his car, a huge wave of relief washing over you once you’re safely inside.

As soon as Gyutaro gets into the car he scolds you, “What the hell were you doing out here by yourself?” His eyes scan your form, and he notices you’re wearing a short dress.

“I was out with some friends,” you say shyly, “and I wanted to go home, but everyone else wanted to stay out…”

He sighs and starts the car, “You can’t walk around like that, creepy guys are gonna flock towards you. It’s dangerous.”

“I know, I was so stupid for doing that… B-but thank you so much for helping me, Gyutaro! You really saved me there,” you feel tears well up in your eyes as you imagine what might have happened to you if Gyutaro never showed up.

“Hey hey, it’s alright,” his expression softens, “You’re ok now, that’s all that matters. And from now on if you need a ride just call me, ok?”

“R-really? I don’t want to inconvenience you or anything…”

“Don’t worry about it, you’re Ume’s friend. I’d do it for Ume so I’d do it for you too. Besides, I work around here so it’s no big deal,” he smiles and hands you his phone so you can put your number in.

“Thanks. Ume’s really lucky to have a big brother like you,” you say as you finish creating your contact in his phone.

“I try my best I guess, heh if only Ume heard you say that. Anyway, where do you live?”

“Oh, right! It’s super close to here,” you type the directions into his phone navigation, “I really owe you for this, Gyutaro! What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Wh-what? No no no, you don’t have to do anything,” he gets a bit flustered as he begins driving towards your place.

“Come on! You did so much for me, it’s the least I could do! Ooh, how about I cook something for you?” You raise your eyebrows and smile, trying to convince him.

When he hears your plea, it’s like his prayers were answered.

“... well, I can’t say no to that.”

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The long-awaited day has finally come. The day that you will bring over some home-cooked meals to Gyutaro’s house. He’s been anticipating this ever since you promised it to him.

You come over holding tons of containers of food, much more than he had expected.

“Woah, let me help you,” he says as he holds the front door open and takes one of the bags out of your hand.

“Ah, thanks. I didn’t realize how much food I made until I had to pack it all up,” you laugh and walk into his home. Placing the food on the table, you neatly snack boxes of prepared meals.

“What’s all this?” he asks, a bit confused. He was expecting you to bring over a big container full of food, not a bunch of small ones.

“I know you work a lot and stuff. So, I thought it’d be better if I packed everything up into individual meals so you can just grab them and take them to work. Less prep work for you. I hope that’s alright…”

Gyutaro is truly left speechless, unable to believe that you not only put so much effort into this but also so much consideration as well. Still in disbelief, he takes one of the neatly packed boxes and opens it up. Inside he’s met with a delicious meal separated neatly, and even a small dessert tucked into the side. The sight is beautiful, but the smell is what really makes him salivate.

“Wow,” he smiles, “I-I don’t know what to say. This is amazing, thank you.”

He begins to choke up. After so many years of taking care of his sister, always worrying about her needs, caring for her, stepping up and being that guardian that she needed, never once did someone stop to ask him what he wanted. Let alone go out of their way to take care of him. And for once, just once, he gets a taste of what it feels like to be cared for. Nurtured. And it’s a feeling he wishes he never had to let go of.

All of the emotions he’s kept in for so long finally pour out of him. Your kindness and consideration force his walls to crumble. And his eyes begin to water as he pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes in an attempt to stop his tears.

“Hey, are you alright?” You ask as you immediately notice that something isn’t right.

It takes him a moment to compose himself, “I-I’m ok,” he rasps, “Just… I really appreciate you doing this. It’s been so long since someone has done something for me…”

“Well, you deserve it,” you smile and try to comfort him by rubbing his back, “I can tell you work really hard. My mom is the same way. So I understand.”

“Thanks,” he smiles and quickly composes himself, “A-Anyway, I’m going to try one right now. It smells great.” He quickly tries to change the subject partially because he’s embarrassed, but also because he genuinely cannot wait to taste your cooking again.

The food still feels warm so he rushes into the kitchen to grab a fork, and he sits at the table and digs in. Immediately as the food hits his tongue he lets out a groan of satisfaction.

“Mmph, ooh my god,” he says right before he shoves another spoonful into his mouth, “so good!”

“I’m glad you like it,” you smile and sit beside him at the table, “These recipes are super easy and budget-friendly, so I can give them to you if you want.”

“Please! Mmph, that’d be great,” he swallows another big bite, “Where’d you learn to cook so well?”

“I just learned over time. It’s always just been my mom and I, my dad was never around,” you sigh, “So I kinda had to learn how to take care of myself since my mom always had two jobs. I would always make food for us to ease her workload. And I’ve always enjoyed cooking so I never minded.”

“Wait, for real?” he looks surprised, “My mom was never around! Man, it fucking sucks doesn’t it?”

“So you understand how I feel!” you smile despite talking about something upsetting, “So, your dad was the one that raised you?”

“Basically,” he nods as he licks his fork clean, “My mom wouldn’t let my dad come around much, even though she wasn’t around much herself. I was pretty much on my own till my mom died and my dad took us in.”

Watching him talk about his past, you get the impression that it’s something he doesn’t often talk about. His body language alone is enough to tell you that. But the two of you feel some type of connection having shared a similar childhood experience.

“Your dad sounds like a good man,” you smile, “I think he’d be very proud of you.”

He looks up at you, his eyes shining with a mixture of sadness and appreciation. “Thanks… he really was the best. But sometimes I just wish I could have had a normal family.”

“Yeah I totally get it,” you sigh, “That’s why I always told myself I’d try to give my future kid the best life I can. I want to give them the childhood I never had…” You trail off, thinking about the future you hope will become a reality one day.

“Exactly!” he shouts, “That’s exactly what I told myself too! I always wanted a family so I could do things right.”

He seems excited at first but his expression quickly shifts to one of sadness.

“But it’s too late for me to have a family,” he continues, looking down as he opens up about one of his biggest failures, “Oh well, if Ume ever has kids I’ll just try to be the best uncle I can.”

“Why would you say it’s too late?” you tilt your head to the side, confused.”

“Y/N, I’m thirty-five years old. I’m too old to start a family… Besides most women my age are done having kids. Not that any woman would want to be with me anyways.” He frowns, being reminded of how he failed to fulfill one of the only dreams he’s ever had.

“Why not just start a family with a young girl, like me?” You ask without completely realizing what you’re saying.

“Wh-what?” his eyes widen, completely taken aback by your statement. Could you be insinuating what he thinks you’re insinuating? He’s not sure whether you’re just naive or completely delusional.

“W-Well um,” you blush as you begin to realize what you’ve said, “I think you’re a really great guy. Any woman would be lucky to-”

“Get out,” he cuts you off.

“I’m sorry-”

“GET OUT!” He raises his voice, striking fear into you to the point where you feel your eyes begin to water.

You feel utterly embarrassed and ashamed. Just when you were starting to get close to him too, you had to say something stupid to ruin it all. Honestly, you have no idea what you were thinking. You will admit you did have a crush on him, so maybe your heart just got excited and took a risky leap of faith. But unfortunately for you, it backfired.

Without another word you rush out of his house as fast as you can, balling your eyes out.

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It’s been a few days, and Gyutaro has been ignoring your texts. They stopped coming after that first day, and even though he didn’t respond he still read them. Reading your apologies over and over. He couldn’t get the situation out of his head no matter how hard he tried. So he decided maybe he needed an outside opinion.

He finds himself sitting at a bar, drinking a beer. Rubbing his rough hand across the stubble that’s grown on his face as he’s been too stressed lately to bother shaving. Honestly, he looks pretty rough. He’s caught up in his self-sabotaging thoughts when he hears a familiar voice call out to him.

“Gyutaro! How’ve you been, man?”

He turns around with a smile on his face, “Hey Kai, what’s up?” He stands and gives his best friend a side hug.

“Gyutarooooo, do I get a hug too?” an annoying voice chimes, a voice that instantly gives Gyutaro a headache. This voice could only belong to one person.

“I hope you don’t mind that I invited him too,” Kaigaku laughs nervously.

“Douma…” Gyutaro deadpans.

“What? Aren’t you happy to see me?” Douma smiles wide, giving Gyutaro a one-sided hug. “So, spill the details! Kai said you had some juicy gossip to talk about!” He says as he sits beside him at the bar, placing his hand under his chin and batting his long eyelashes.

Kaigaku takes a seat on the other side of Gyutaro and mumbles, “Maybe this was a mistake.”

“It’s fine,” Gyutaro sighs and takes a drink from his bottle, “I really just wanted some advice. Just promise you won’t make it weird.”

“When do I ever make things weird?” Douma asks.

Gyutaro just stares at him, thinking of all of the times he has indeed made things weird.

“Come on man, just spit it out already!” Kaigaku nudges his shoulder.

Gyutaro groans and slumps over in his seat, “Alright alright. So, there’s this girl-”

“A girl?!” Both of his friends say in unison.

“Shut up!” Gyutaro growls, knowing exactly why his friends are so shocked. Because out of all of the years they’ve known him, he’s never once brought up a girl.

“Anyway,” he continues, “There’s a girl I kind of like… she’s really sweet and we have a lot in common but…” he trails off, hesitant to tell them the truth, “She’s only twenty-one…”

Kaigaku chokes on his drink.

“I don’t see an issue,” Douma says, genuinely confused.

“Of course, you don’t,” Gyutaro mumbles under his breath.

“How the hell did you get into this situation?” Kaigaku coughs.

“It wasn’t on purpose! I didn’t pursue her at all!” Gyutaro scowls, “Listen, she’s one of Ume’s friends. She comes over a lot and she’s been really nice to me. She even cooked a bunch of meals for me too…”

“And? Spill it, Shabana!” Douma pouts, getting impatient.

“AND, we were talking about what we want for our future. I told her I wanted a family one day but I’m too old… and she said why don’t I have a family with a young girl like her. I immediately told her to leave. I’m starting to think maybe I overreacted…”

“Well, girls that age are very fertile!” Douma chimes as if his statement was completely innocent.

“STOP!” Gyutaro shouts, “That’s fucking weird, man! Don’t say it like that!”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have invited him…” Kaigaku mumbles.

“Hey, it’s true! I am a gynecologist after all, it’s just medical facts! And she’s right, having children with someone your age will be much more difficult and there could be complications!” Douma asserts confidently.

“The fact that you’re a gynecologist disturbs me,” Kaigaku says.

“Me too,” Gyutaro adds.

“Come on guys! It’s not as weird as you think. Why would it be so wrong to date her?”

“For starters, she’s fourteen fucking years younger than me! That’d be creepy right…? I don’t want people thinking I’m a weirdo or a creep,” he frowns, starting to feel like maybe he is a creep for even considering something with you.

Kaigaku takes a sip of his drink, thinking long and hard about what advice he should give his friend. Especially since Douma is useless.

“I mean, it’s not that bad,” he shrugs, “At the end of the day you’re both consenting adults. And since when did you care about what other people think of you anyway?”

“You have a point,” Gyutaro replies, “But she should live her life instead of wasting her time with an old guy like me.”

“First of all you aren’t even that old,” Kai rolls his eyes, “And second of all, she’s an adult who is fully capable of making her own decisions. If she wants to be with you, then she wants it for a reason. Maybe she wants a guy who is at a more stable point in his life. Who knows?”

“Exactly, Kai’s right. I see age gaps much larger than this all the time, it’s more common than you think,” Douma adds.

“And besides, it would only be creepy if you were talking to her when she was a minor,” Kaigaku states, “Like if you’re an adult talking to a minor, then wait till they’re an adult to pursue them romantically it’s a little creepy if you ask me. But you didn’t even know her at all until now. So don’t worry man. You aren’t creepy or weird for liking this girl.”

Gyutaro feels a wave of relief wash over him as he listens to his friend’s explanation. It's the first thing he’s heard that actually made him feel a bit better about the situation. “So, you really think it’s ok for me to pursue her?”

“Hell yeah! Be happy, man. I know you’re not the kind of guy to go after a girl just because she’s young. She sounds like a really nice girl, and I’m happy someone finally sees what a great guy you are.”

“Thanks, Kai,” Gyutaro smiles, “Alright, I guess I’ll go for it.”

Gyutaro feels a newfound confidence overtake him. His friends are right, he shouldn’t be so caught up in the details when the fact of the matter is that a really amazing woman is interested in him for the first time in his life. And he cannot let this opportunity slide, as it may be the last chance he has at happiness.

“Who knows, maybe she’s one of my patients!” Douma chimes in out of nowhere.

“Shut up, Douma! God, I can’t take you anywhere!” Kai growls.

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That night you receive a text from Gyutaro, “Do you want to go to the botanical gardens with me this weekend?”

When you first read the text you had to pinch yourself in case you were dreaming. Why would he say that all of a sudden? Did he suddenly have a change of heart? Or maybe he’s inviting you out just so he can tell you off in person.

You aren’t sure which one, but you’ve been so stressed over this situation that you’ll do anything to make up with him. So you hastily respond, “Yes! I’d love to :)”

Immediately you regret how eager you sound in the text, thinking that it might make Gyutaro think you're even more childish. But in reality it makes him smile knowing that someone is excited to see him for once.

“Ok. I’ll send you the details,” he responds a minute later.

Is this a date? That’s the only question that keeps replaying in your mind. A date with Gyutaro, your best friend’s older brother. The whole thing feels taboo, but you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t make you feel even more excited.

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celaenaeiln · 1 year ago

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Where Dick's compartmentalization came from and how it affects the family

What's special about Dick, is that people far older than him see him as an equal because he's able to understand them and keep up with them, and that takes a massive toll on his mental health. He's been acting like a mother, brother, and partner to people twice his age from childhood.

The thing that really hurts is that when Dick's parents were gone, he didn't get angry. He just got really, really sad. And even though he was sad, all he wanted to do was help Batman-help Bruce. He just wanted to help this sad, older man. So at a time when he was grieving, he couldn't even properly grieve because Batman was grieving harder than him. He put his feelings on the back burner so he could fix Bruce.

Dick is not happy right now. Not because of Bruce's response but he's just feeling overwhelmingly sad because his parents have died. Yet look at the way he acts. He forces himself to pretend he's happy to alleviate Bruce's guilt, stress, anger over the case he's in. He didn't want to be another thing that makes him sad. That's horrifying behavior for a child of 8.

What really astonishes me is that Dick was a child with the maturity of an adult-meaning-he delicately handled Bruce's feelings while being careful not to overstep and yet still adjusting his behavior. He never tried to lash out Bruce. Ever. He got mad once at Batman when everything became too much but once Batman revealed himself to be Bruce, he never let his anger out on him. Or anyone.

And that makes me so sad because this is a child.

Look at his size compared to batman-tiny!

But this small boy controlled his emotions so his guardian wouldn't feel hurt when he was the one grieving makes me want to cry.

Here's another version of Batman and pre-robin Dick that showcases Dick's emotional maturity from a small age.

In Batman and Robin, the Boy Wonder-Dick's parent's died from a gunshot and Batman kidnaps Dick at the circus, before his parent's bodies have barely gotten cold.

Dick's response to the new situation and his parent's passing?

"No. Don't go there. Not now."

I can practically feel him compartmentalizing through the screen.

"Yes, Sir. I'll be brave."

He doesn't get a break. No matter the retelling of Dick's orgin story, Dick puts himself together to take care of the man that is supposed to be taking care of him.

But just as much of a toll this takes on Dick, it has a signifcant effect on Bruce too. Bruce cannot function if he knows that Dick isn't okay. I don't remember where but somewhere in the comics Bruce admits to resenting Dick for having amnesia. For not being with him. By him.

His reaction to Dick not remembering them?

The panel-where Dick screams at Bruce with tears in his eyes-it seems as though Bruce has them too. He's so heartbroken. His eyes are glistening with unshed tears.

In Road to Dark Crisis, Dick tells Jon

This is so true but the difference between Bruce and Dick is that while Bruce does it for his kids, he has no one to take care of him. So Dick stepped at an age far too young for it to be okay. I mean even therapists struggle with taking care of their patients problems and usually they're around the same age the patient. But Dick? No experience he took the entire job on his shoulders. Not only that but Dick acts as the whole family and titan's family therapist.

Tim

Tim goes to Dick about everything-every single one of his problems because they have such a good relationship. He tells him about his dad.

Not to mention the main thing he does for Tim

He puts his feelings and priorities on the back burner so he can take care of other people.

Jason

He takes care of Jason's emotional well-being. He tell him he's proud of him and validates him instead of putting him down like Bruce does.

Donna and Roy

The biggest reason why everyone loves Dick is because he accepts their mistakes and works with them and loves them instead of punishing them for it. They don't get that from anyone else. Especially Bruce.

That's another reason why he's so good with kids. It's because he has been designated to playing the role of the parent his entire life. So he gives them everything he has, welcomes them with open arms, takes care of them and makes them feel fixed. Even if it's at the cost of his own well-being. So that's why they fight but in the end also why none of them can let go of Dick. They need him.

#dick grayson #robin dick grayson #bruce wayne #batman #nightwing #tim drake #red robin #jason todd #red hood #donna troy #roy harper #arsenal

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arc-misadventures · 3 months ago

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An Arc’s Revenge

Juniper: So… Let me get this straight… There’s a kid at school named, Cardin Winchester?

Jaune: Yes.

Juniper: And, this kid tends to bully you at school.

Jaune: Among others, but it’s mostly him.

Juniper: And, he’s been bullying you by knocking your stuff over, shoving you around, and general blackmail you into doing his school work.

Jaune: He also shoved me into a rocket launcher, and sent me flying.

Juniper: H-He did what?! Okay, no… let’s, let’s just put that on the back burner for now.

Jaune: Okay.

Juniper: So, you decided to come up with a plan to get revenge on, Cardin for all the things he has done to you. Now, instead of coming up with some elaborate prank that would totally humiliate him. You decided to go the opposite route… and, fuck his mother?!

Jaune: Yeah, pretty much.

Juniper: Why the hell would you do that?!

Jaune: Well, at first at went to, Carla…?!

Juniper: Mrs. Winchester! You are not getting on any friendly ground with her bucko!

Jaune: Okay… I went to, Ms. Winchester, and asked her if she could give me any information on, Cardin. What are his biggest fears, secrets he doesn’t want exposed, things like that. She understood I wanted to get revenge for all of his bullying. But, then, Ms. Winchester purposed a plan that would really upset, Cardin.

Jaune: That I fuck her.

Juniper: Wait! This was her plan?!

Jaune: Yep. Apparently she wanted to teach, Cardin a lesson too, and she thought, ‘What better revenge can a guy get, than fucking his bully’s mom.’

Juniper: Are you kidding me?! That seriously can’t be the reason behind why she slept with you?!

Jaune: Well, she also mentioned some things about… a dry spell, sexy blonds. And, something else afterwards about being sexually satisfied? I wasn’t sure what she meant by that.

Juniper: Good gods! Okay, I’m going to have a word with, Ms. Winchester. Acheius, you go talk to your son I… oh gods…

Acheius: Jaune, I can’t believe you would do something so childish!

Acheius: Nice job out there son! That’s a pretty dame you bagged out there!

Jaune: Ehhh… What?

Acheius: And, with a woman twice your age too!

Acheius: Juniper actually wanted me to bang her to get back at the husband for what she said to, Juni. He died before I could.

Jaune: Mom wanted you to do what now…?

Acheius: I can’t believe that my son would stoop to something so low, and depraved! Didn’t I teach you better?!

Acheius: Your mom would have done it herself, but she was pregnant at the time.

Jaune: You didn’t teach me any…?! Wait, Mom would have done it?!

Acheius: I can’t believe my son would do such a thing… I am so disappointed in you…

Acheius: I’m so proud of you! Here’s 200 Lien, treat the lady to a nice dinner!

Jaune: Okay…?

Acheius: You are ground for a week… No! A…?!

Juniper: Jauney~!

Acheius: Uh oh…

Jaune: Y-Yes?

Juniper: After much consideration, and discussion with, Carla. I approve of your relationship with her.

Jaune: You do?

Acheius: Beg pardon?

Juniper: Yes, Carla is a kind, and caring widow who is searching for a lover to share her life with, and we both agree that you are that man!

Jaune: Okay…?

Juniper: So you two go on, and have a wonderful time together, okay dear?

Jaune: What the hell is going on…?

Juniper: Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to have a world with my new BFF~!

Jaune: ‘BFF?’

Jaune: Dad… What the fuck just happened?

Acheius: I have no idea… One moment she’s screaming at you for bedding a woman twice your age, now she getting all buddy, buddy with her; I haven’t the faintest clue what just happened.

Juniper: Oh, Jaune?

Jaune: Yeah?

Juniper: Remember: If you use a condom your pee-pee will fall off! Okay? Bye~!

JA: …?

JA: Ohhhhhhhh…

Jaune: That certainly explains the 180 she just performed.

Acheius: Yeah. Your mother has always had a thing for babies…

Jaune: I know…

Jaune: She’ll kill me if I don’t knock, Carla up within the month won’t she?

Acheius: Maine you at worst.

Jaune: Shit…

#rwby #jaune arc #juniper arc #acheius arc #carla winchester #jaune x carla #carla x jaune #rwby Archester #cardin winchester

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 3 months ago

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Okay, i know you have request closed but if i don’t write it down I’ll forget. First love your soldier boy dad writing! I have binged it all now! But what if soldier boys comes back and he realizes his baby needs him cause homelander is like freaky obsessed with her. And like she meets with homelander or something and HL hurts her so she runs to her dad cause he’s the only one that can really protect her and soldier boy gets so mad at HL

I'm a sucker for dad!soldier boy and soldier girl 😭

Suddenly

Warnings: homelander being a creep, reader devastated that he isn't the brother she grew up with, hl giving off incesty vibes, papa soldier boy coming back into the picture, this time he's not going to disappoint his baby girl, dark themes, you've been warned, homelander giving ick vibes, assault, fighting back

Time in Russia had Ben coming to terms with cold, hard truths. By now Payback was never going to rescue him. Not like he'd hoped. Maybe due to his personality being on the constant 'dickhead' switch, no one was really in a hurry to save him. There was no leaving Russia alive for him. Another painful fact. Nowhere near as agonizing than the fact he'd royally fucked up as a parent. He didn't spend the time he should have with you and Homelander. Soldier Boy regrets not using a softer tone and hand with Homelander when he was disciplining the boy. Shouldn't have shooed you out of the way when all you wanted to do was show him a fucking picture you'd drawn.

He replays the last time he saw his kids. Your birthday was coming up soon. Your 18th birthday, a milestone. Soldier boy would never consider himself a sentimental man, but something in his battle weathered heart thawed and warmed that his little girl wasn't so little anymore.

You never asked for anything for your birthday. The most Soldier Boy would do (if not given a hint from Homelander as to what you'd want) is give you money and maybe a doughnut in lieu of an actual birthday cake. Regardless of what Soldier Boy bought you, you always gave him a genuinely grateful smile, appreciating that he was performing the bare minimum. Homelander's gifts always blew whatever Soldier Boy gave you out of the park anyway. He was the one who really knew you.

It dawned on him that he shouldn't have relied so heavily on his son to care for you when Homelander was a child himself. The two of you ended up developing an unhealthy attachment. Moreso Homelander than you (Vogelbaum had brought this to his attention some years ago).

An 18th birthday was something to fucking party about though. When Payback's military grade helicopter landed in Nicaragua, Soldier Boy had been thinking about where he'd hidden your special present. For once he was excited about something that didn't involve killing or fucking.

"Hey, earth to Ben." Your voice catches him off guard, pulling him from his dark revere.

He's not in Russia anymore.

He's not even in the same year as he had been when abducted.

Ben stares at you for a moment. That vacant stare of his has you going on guard just in case something triggered his PTSD.

You're older than 18 now. A full grown woman standing in a rundown, shitty little motel kitchenette. The pan you were using was set aside and you turn off the burners of the stove before facing your dad.

"You good?"

Blinking once, Soldier Boy shakes off whatever spell was cast over him. "Yeah. Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?"

You understood the moments of displacement you 'd feel when you realized your father was alive and right in front of you. He hadn't aged a single year since his supposed death that Stan Edgar convinced you happened. It was just so fucking weird.

"I was saying that I need to run out for an errand. Hughie and Butcher will be here if you need anything."

The usual Soldier Boy returns with a roll of his eyes. He exchanges a glance with Butcher who was intently watching Vought News in the armchair near the motel window. Butcher merely offers him a shrug.

You doubt he would actually need anything. The Boys hooked up your dad with several pounds of weed, alcohol and cigarettes that would last a normal person a lifetime. This was nothing to Soldier Boy. He would demolish it within a couple of days.

Hughie leans in to whisper in your ear "Are you sure you want to go back to Vought? Annie said she had everything under control over there."

Watching Soldier Boy eat his breakfast and taking a swig of some good old fashioned morning whiskey, you lower your voice so only Hughie could hear. "I love Annie and respect her, but I HIGHLY doubt even she has control in regards to Vought and the Seven."

Before leaving, you shoot the three of them a menacing look. "Behave. All of you."

You'd lied to Hughie though.

When Butcher returned from Russia with Soldier Boy and after the incident incident with Crimson Countess, you thought of the brother you used to know frequently. It wasn't long ago that Homelander had been your best friend. You hoped beyond all hope that you could bring that brother back.

You'd purchased a burner phone and, memorizing Homelander's personal number, called him. His immediate reaction was to curse you out, naturally. You let him before reminding him of the bond both of you built through years of surviving Soldier Boy's home together. Making something of yourselves without the looming shadow of your father. You'd told him that if there was any chance of reconciliation that he should meet you at a disclosed area. Just the both of you. There was guarded refusal. You could be luring him into a trap. Finish him off once and for all. And like the rest of the world, Homelander didn't believe you when you finally told him that Soldier Boy was alive.

That was enough for Homelander to agree.

One might consider you paranoid by the many times you'd looked over your shoulder as you flew to the top of Vought Tower. A semi-public place where if a struggle ensued, many people would be tipped off below. You'd also have more options of escape in the open air.

The door to the top of the roof opens. You stand taller and square your shoulders off.

Homelander lets the door fall closed behind him. His strides to you are slow and calculated, imitating a predatory animal circling a scrumptious morsel of meat. Blue eyes dart around you, assuring himself you didn't bring any unwelcome visitors.

"He's really alive?'' Was Homelander's greeting.

You toss him the cheap burner phone that was capable of taking subpar pictures. Homelander eyes you before leaning down to pick up the flip phone. His lower lid twitches when he makes out Soldier Boy in the picture sitting across from Butcher at some small table.

Adam's apple bobbing, Homelander's expression difficult to read. "How?"

"Apparently the Russians had him. Payback was working with them as well as Vought to get rid of Soldier Boy." Would he believe you?

Scoffing, he tosses back your phone but there's no point in keeping it anymore. You crush it in your grip, fingers opening to let the crumbled remnants be carried away by the wind.

"John, please. I miss my brother." The man in front of you was a stranger wearing your brother's face.

He tilts his chin up. "You're the one who ruined us. YOU fucked right off to join William Butcher and his band of miscreants. And its you who has no one to blame but yourself."

"John-"

He's fast, his hand inches away from grabbing your face before you dodge out of the way, deftly avoiding him. His temper has grown worse, you observe, since you left the Seven. Homelander was already on a rapid decline mentally after killing Madelyn Stillwell. Your abandonment was simply icing on top of the shitty cake.

You had to tread VERY lightly around him.

What was your aim for this interaction? Homelander would never leave Vought or the Seven nor would he want to join you and the other vigilantes. Hell, the Boys would never accept him.

You wanted to see for yourself if there was any piece left of your childhood within him.

Starting into his red rimmed eyes, you saw nothing of the boy who held your hand as the both of you crossed the street to get to school. He was gone.

"You" He points a red gloved finger in your direction "betrayed me."

He won't listen to reason.

"I didn't want to." You whisper, recalling the moments when Homelander actually made you feel unsafe just before you made the decision to leave. How he'd started to stare at you for an uncomfortably long time. His simple, innocent gestures and caresses were becoming. . . worrisome.

You'd thought it was just you imagining things. Homelander was just like that with you. He practically raised you after all. Homelander was the one to make your sack lunch for school. The one who got you ready, choosing your clothes for the day and braiding your hair.

His touches had changed though. They lingered and tightened on you, becoming possessive with each passing day since Stillwell's murder.

There was an instance when he'd captured your face in both his hands. You'd thought maybe there was something on your face, remnants of lunch, but no. He'd nearly kissed you full on the lips. For once you're grateful for the Deep popping up out of nowhere. It was the only thing that had Homelander dropping your face and returning to a semi-normal facade.

You see that Homelander right in front of you. The one that made your stomach curdle and goosebumps prickling upon your arms.

"I never thought you'd become an ungrateful bitch." With each step he took closer to you, you took another one back. "You're mine. You have always been mine from the moment Soldier Boy brought you home, you've been mine." His hands kept clenching up as if he was trying to will restraint in himself.

You're ready for a fight.

What you aren't ready for was Homelander being faster in grabbing your arms so you couldn't escape and smashing his lips against your's. You feel yourself scream as a struggle begins. He's trying to keep you in his arms, pull you down to the ground. His kiss turns aggressively desperate with teeth biting down on your lower lip when you try to turn your face away.

Heart rate freaking out, you go by pure animal instinct to get out of Homelander's hold. Your teeth sink down into his forearm, tearing cloth and skin alike. Letting out a howl, Homelander throws you to the ground, reeling back to examine the sizeable bite mark you gave him. He wasn't used to seeing his own blood.

He forgot that he should have been just as fearful of you as you were with him and his own powers.

The stickiness of his blood covers your mouth as you glare at him.

Since the brother you once loved was no longer present in Homelander, you weren't afraid anymore of pulling punches.

You stand up to your full height and feel the heat of your lasers burn in the back of your eyes.

Homelander seemed to match your feelings as his heated glare literally shines from his eyes. "I'm not letting you get away to go back to him."

"That's unfortunate. I've got no plans on staying here." You snarl and just as you levitate off of the ground, Homelander is grabbing you by the ankle and tries to slam you back down.

He could easily rip your leg off.

Your panicked jerking manages to free you from his grasp.

Like a bullet you take off across the sky. Looking back every so often just to make sure he wasn't following you. He wouldn't dare to make a scene where civilians can easily spy the both of you from the ground.

You're certain you've broken a few records by how fast you flew across the city to get back to the hideout.

Nearly ripping the motel door of it's hinges, you startle the men in there. Hughie gapes at the actual bruises developing on your face and the red smear across your mouth. Everything about you must have looked a horrifying mess.

Soldier Boy stands from where he'd been sitting on the bed. Eyes wide as he takes you in. "What the fuck happened to you?" He's the first one to take action and go to you.

Looking at him now, the feelings you'd tried pushing back start trickling forth. You realize Homelander had not just physically assaulted you, but it had nearly turned into a sexual assault too.

You damn the tears that well up your eyes, distorting the image of your father. "I. . . John. . ."

"John? John did this to you?" The words felt hollow coming out of his mouth as he stood in a daze. Homelander had harmed you? That didn't sound right. Then again, a lot had changed.

Mentioning Homelander's birth name caught the others' attention.

You touch your mouth where Homelander had kissed you. You realize the blood around your lips may not just be Homelander's blood. Where he'd bitten your lower lip is a tender gash that is also leaking red.

"Sit down. You're shaking." Soldier Boy, taking on the role of a caring father (and surprising everyone with his gentle tone) pushes past Butcher and Hughie who helplessly watch. Using your shoulders to guide you to the arm chair, your dad sits you down. He kneels in front of you to get a good look at the wounds all over you. "Tell me what he did."

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you're focused on your hands and the specks of red on them. "He tried- I don't know. . . He. . ."

Gently, Soldier Boy uses his index finger to raise your face up. "Tell me, baby girl."

That got you. The tears were now freely rolling down your face when you meet similar blue eyes. "I wanted to see if there was anything left of the brother I knew." You whimper, voice warbling. "Dad. . . he didn't try to kill me. He tried doing something worse."

Ben's eyes widen, as if dots were being connected. His soft demeanor which he'd revealed just to you hardens into something ugly. You didn't like how quiet the motel room had become.

You flinch when Soldier Boy attempts to hug you. He stops and not wanting to upset you further, didn't try again. You're the one who wraps your arms around him.

Fiercely, Soldier Boy returns the embrace.

"I promise you, I won't ever let him lay a hand on you again." He feel his jaw tighten as he snarls out. "The next time I see him, I'm going to kill him."

#reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #the boys series #the boys #the boys imagine #the boys x reader #the boys tv #the boys amazon #the boys homelander #homelander the boys #the boys prime #soldier girl au #dad soldier boy #soldier boy the boys #soldier boy imagines

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vanilladove · 2 months ago

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˖✮₊ 𓆩☠︎︎𓆪 house of balloons

spooktober 2024 masterlist

˙⋆✮ pairing: ex!nakahara chuuya x gn!reader

˙⋆✮ genre: ansgt (dark elements involved)

˙⋆✮ content warnings: toxic/crazy ex, degrading, unhealthy relationships, violence

˙⋆✮ word count: 2.3k

"Been on another level since you came, no more pain"

"You look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face"

You gazed out of the window, looking up at the night sky and admiring the faded stars and red-tinted moon. Yokohama was always so quiet at night...well, not really peacefully quiet, though, since the Port Mafia was lurking in the dark shadows of the city.

You wondered if he was out tonight, executing the next unlucky soul that had betrayed Mori.

"You're in my world now, you can stay, you can stay"

You turned the volume of the music up, sighing as you laid back in the passenger seat of the expensive foreign car you were in. The air was filled with the thick scent of tobacco from the cigar your date was smoking. He was an older business man that you'd encountered at a bar. Despite his age, he wasn't much of a gentleman, evident by the smoke he kept blowing in your face and the absence of any lingering touch on your thigh.

Stifling a cough, you reached for the window button and pressed it to roll the window down, trying to alleviate your nausea. The older man peered over at you, "Ha. The smell of Cuban cigars too much for you, hun?"

You feigned a smile and shook your head, "Just want some fresh air." Your date mumbled something before getting back to the wheel, taking another long blow from the cigar. You didn't want to mention it, but you hated it.

The smell reminded you of sadder times. Chuuya rarely ever smoked, mostly just when he was stressed or irritated, and when he did, he always stepped away from you or rolled down the window. As your relationship had started to fall apart, he would smoke more. His wine bottles slowly became accompanied by cigarettes, and the scent would never really leave his long black coat, reminding you that your love was fading away.

Your reminiscing was interrupted when you felt your phone vibrating through your mini handbag. Your date eyed you as you slowly took it out and instantly pressed the red decline button, not even bothering to check the caller ID. You already knew it was Chuuya, calling you from a burner phone. This was the fifteenth time today⎯fuck, he was persistent.

The car went silently into the night as it crossed the bridge, and you could see the stars reflected on the river. "Everything alright, hun? Your friends keep calling you." You bit the inside of your cheek. Friend, huh? More like crazy ex...You knew it was starting to look suspicious, so you turned to face the older man.

"They're just being annoying, love, please don't worry about it. Tonight, I just want to focus on yo⎯" A flash of red by the bridge caught your eye, accompanied by a sudden drop in your stomach.

"But you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me..."

A feeling of dread washed over you, but you tried to ignore it as you leaned over to hug your date and kiss him on the cheek to reassure him. He looked at you funny but let out a hearty laugh in response.

The relief was short-lived, though, as soon as the car lost all sense of physics and flipped upside down with no notice⎯like it was being controlled, no, manipulated by gravity.

You could feel his presence before you could feel the recoil from the impact of the car being flung away from the road to the side of the bridge. You shrieked as the car alarm started blaring and the shards of glass started to fall on you, although they conveniently were pulled away by a red presence before they could pierce you.

Your date wasn't as lucky though, and you could hear his groans of pain and shock nearby. Head spinning, you tried to turn towards your door to escape until you met an ominous pair of blue eyes, framed by messy ginger bangs.

Trying to reach out, you tried to reach out in the distance, muttering quietly, "Ch-Chuuya⎯" A gloved hand broke the door open like it was nothing and seized yours, forcing you out of the damaged car essentially unscathed. You stumbled while you got back on your feet and leaned against the beams of the bridge, unfortunately with Chuuya's support. He crouched down to hold your face and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, like that would do anything to ease your borderline concussion.

"Fucking missed you, doll." You shuddered from his words and the feeling of him tucking some stray hairs behind your ears. The world was spinning, but you could make out his figure leaving and walking around to the driver's side of the car, followed by another red glow, signaling he was using his ability.

Goosebumps crawled up your arms as you heard a thud beside you, and a wrenching crush⎯Chuuya had just dragged your date out of the car and thrown him across the bridge hard. That crush you heard was definitely the sound of bones. The older man's cries of pain continued to ring in the air as your ex slowly approached the two of you, dread filling you with each clack of his boots on the pavement.

"P-please, spare me. I-If it's money y-you want, I⎯ack!"

The older man's pleads were cut short by a silencing kick from Chuuya, which made you cringe. You had always disliked all the violence associated with the Port Mafia lifestyle.

"Shut the hell up, old man. Your money and assets mean nothing to me." He spat out, stepping on your date's custom leather wallet, the yen becoming stained with blood and rubble. Trying to battle the throbbing in your head, you closed your eyes for relief, but your ex grabbed the collar of your top and shook you back awake, "Hey, I'm not done with you yet. At least try to stay awake after all the work I did to keep your pretty face unharmed."

You weakly glared back at him, unsuccessfully trying to swat his gloved hand away, but it did nothing. Your date turned to face you with wide eyes, "Hun, you know this man? Pleas⎯"

Chuuya's grip on you loosened as he went to go choke the older man, "Hun? Are you fucking kidding me? And who are you, huh?" You could feel his cutting gaze on you again, like he was waiting for you to answer instead.

You groaned, tired of the back-and-forth, "He's my date, Chuuya...spare him..." You trailed off, already knowing where this conversation was going. This had become a routine⎯you going on dates with other people to try and seek some peace or a free meal, but Chuuya would always intervene, somehow finding you and doing something bad to your partner.

His hands tightened into a fist, "Your date?" He laughed bitterly, but the emotion didn't reach his cerulean eyes, "What the hell? Am I interrupting your first one or something?" You stayed silent, not in the mood to argue with him. He frowned, using his ability to lift the car. "What is it that you like so much about him anyways, huh? This junk sports car? The fancy steakhouse he took you to for dinner?" He crushed the expensive diamond watch your date was wearing, which had been thrown onto the cement. "You know I'm better than him, don't you, doll? I mean, don't you remember all the things I gave you?" He sighed again, "For fucks sake, you have the tennis bracelet I gifted you on right now!"

You looked away, still not wanting to entertain his little act. To be honest, you did remember it⎯all too well. When he flew you to Bordeaux for your birthday and you made wine together, all the mornings he would wake you up with roses and your favorite sweets, and the time you would spend in his arms. You missed it, but you didn't have a choice, you had to leave him. All the consolation couldn't make up for the nights that you were alone because he was working, the times he would choose Mori's orders over your needs, and when you'd be taken as a hostage by the Mafia's enemies. Of couse, Chuuya never failed to save you, but you hated living in constant fear and loneliness.

A scream brought you back to reality as you felt a rush of air besides you. You looked up to see the red car along with your date in the air, and you got up immediately. You told Chuuya to spare him. You heard the silenced screams of your date as you ran to the edge of the bridge, but all you could do was look down and watch in horror as they fell into the water, a large ripple forming from the impact.

Your heart started beating rapidly again as you shouted out the older man's name, trying to hope he somehow survived the fall. Head still fuzzy, you tried to climb up onto the edge of the bridge. A futile effort, really, and a strong pair of arms pulled you back from the walls of the bridge. "Don't bother, doll, he's already gone. It's just us now."

Tears started to flow from your eyes before you could process his words, and your breath started to stagger. The sudden quiet of the night had hit you. You couldn't avoid Chuuya anymore.

He flared his nostrils as he laid his chin on your dropped shoulder, "You smell like shit. When did you start liking cig⎯"

"Chuuya," you started weakly, "Why are you here?" You looked up, and you swore his eyes softened upon locking with yours.

He looked away and scoffed, "I'm here on business. Your little date went back on a big deal with the boss, so I was ordered to get rid of him." Vague as always. Not like you expected much of an explanation from him. He turned back to you, "And you? Why are you all dressed up, huh? You're not supposed to go on dates when you're already mine, y'know?"

Two tears fell down as you pushed yourself away from Chuuya's warm back and turned so your back wasn't facing him. "I'm not yours anymore, you know that. Don't you remember the night I broke up with you?"

His eyes narrowed again, darkening, and he walked slowly to close the distance between the two of you again, "You were just confused that night, doll, you never really know what you want." You shivered and stepped away slowly, "I mean, what's the point of 'breaking up' if we both still love each other?"

You sucked in your breath, swearing the air wasn't as cold before, "You don't love me, Chuuya. This is something else⎯it's...obsession." Chuuya sighed as he took off his black gloves.

"Obsession? No, darling, I don't think you understand," He took off his coat, and you flinched, preparing for the worst, "The missed calls, roses and chocolate delivered to your doorstep, the designer clothes and jewelry I still send you," He stepped closer to you, now face-to-face, and wrapped his trench coat around your shoulders, "And this," he cupped your face, and you relaxed hesitantly under his warm fingertips, "Isn't this love?"

You exhaled, finally allowing yourself to breathe⎯you didn't think Chuuya would get so soft with you all of a sudden. He wiped the tears away, leaving gentle kisses in their place and preventing you from sobbing. Oh, you remembered that he'd always do that when you were on the verge of a breakdown. Even now, you hated how it calmed you down and made you feel safe in your toxic ex's arms. You hated how fast you eased up under his touch, and how fast you wrapped your arms around his neck and let him run his hands through your hair. "Stop it..." You tried to resist, but your head still hurt and his embrace was the only thing that took your mind off the pain. You hated it. You hated him.

But most of all, you hated how you let his fingers guide your lips up to his, and how you let yourself get lost in his kisses, only pulling away for air.

"Darling," Chuuya panted, "Come back to me. I know you miss me as much as I miss you." He looked in your starstruck eyes intensely, "We were never meant to be apart. I'll make sure you never feel lonely in that house again⎯I promise."

How nice sweet nothings sounded under the stars.

You nodded, not sure if your head was still disoriented or if this was truly what your heart wanted. You certainly didn't want to run in circles anymore, moving onto a new person just for Chuuya to throw them off a bridge⎯or worse. Deep down, you knew no one else could fill the gaps he left in your heart.

You knew your mind wanted to leave, to run far away from your ex and escape, but you couldn't go. Not when he was looking at you so lovingly, or when his black coat was providing your body the warmth it so desperately needed.

Another tear threatened to spill from your eyes, but Chuuya swiped it away again. Maybe you could just give him one more chance. "Yeah, let's go home, it's happier there."

The smile he gave you after hearing that was...different. Melancholic, almost, but also like he was waiting to win you over for a long time. The wind blew through his burning orange hair, and it looked so beautiful under the golden moonlight. You wished you could keep that view forever in your memories, and the best way to do it was to stay with Chuuya. You wrapped your hands around his tense arm, letting your eyes finally rest.

Just for tonight, you'd let yourself be weak and go back to the man you swore you hated most in the world. You'd let him whisper more affectionate words into your ear and hold you tightly, maybe even staying in the morning.

Chuuya leaned over to kiss your forehead, "Tell me you love me, darling. Tell me you're mine, please." The last part came out weaker, like a plea.

You took one last look at the water and the ground, where there remained no more traces of your date or his sports car. The smell of cigars was gone, replaced by Chuuya's amber cologne.

"I love you, Chuuya. I'm yours."

#vanilladove #【ｖａｎｉ＇ｓ　ｓｐｏｏｋｔｏｂｅｒ　２０２４】#vanilladovebsd #spooktober #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bsd x reader #bsd x reader angst #chuuya x reader angst #nakahara chūya #chuya nakahara x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #this is kinda rushed oops

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clumsybriar · 3 months ago

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Keegan Russ x Reader - Righting the Wrongs

Keegan Russ x Reader

Notes: I have a tendency of being able to see my own mistakes so there might be mistakes!

Word Count: 12,690

Warnings: Bullying, cuss words here and there.

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“Congratulations.” Was what the bride and groom heard every few seconds as people talked to them at the ceremony.

“Congratulations,” Keegan nudged (Y/n) as he teased. “Mrs. Russ, Mr. Russ.”

“Shut up,” (Y/n) giggled as Murray stood beside the two looking confused. She was only 10, and (Y/n)’s little sister. Keegan bounced Ryker in his arms, Murray and (Y/n)’s baby brother.

(Y/n) held Murray’s hand as they progressed further in the line.

“Oh,” the bride smiled as she saw the four of them. “I’d say what a lovely family but I know Thomas wouldn’t let his daughter marry just yet.” The bride laughed as Keegan and (Y/n) flushed red.

“How old are you two now, I remember when you were young kids running around.” The groom teased softly.

“19,” (Y/n) hummed softly flustered.

“23,” Keegan patted Ryker’s back as the baby gurgled. “We’ve aged since.” He chuckled.

“Marines serving you well?” The groom asked.

“Plenty well,” Keegan hummed.

The conversations started to drift in two different ways.

“So, has he asked you yet?” The bride asked giggling. She was so in love with the idea of love and being loved. She was a giddy bride from the beginning.

“Oh, asked me what?” (Y/n) cocked her head to the side as Murray looked at the bride's pretty dress taken aback by it. It was gorgeous, (Y/n) could agree to that.

“Dating! You and Keegan!” She giggled while (Y/n) got flustered.

A similar question was occurring on the other side.

“So, did you ask her on a date yet? You guys have known each other for quite a while.” The Groom hummed to Keegan. Keegan was clearly flustered and blushing.

“Oh with the military it’s been on the back burner, I don’t feel it would be right to do her like that, leaving always maybe not returning.” Keegan said softly.

“Her father is Thomas Merrick, I think they are used to it, Keegan, all of his kids. So, I don’t think she’d have an issue.”

Yet for years Keegan had yet to ask her out, or vice versa. The two clearly had a thing going, so much so Merrick would set Keegan down and ask him what his plans were. Hesh and Logan would tease the man any chance they got talking about (Y/n) when she was on base visiting her father with her mother and siblings.

Instead things took a strange turn and Keegan had met a woman who was very beautiful, (Y/n) always thought she was prettier then herself comparing her to the gorgeous woman Keegan had settled on. It tore (Y/n) down but she couldn’t blame Keegan for going straight into a relationship with her and not (Y/n) herself.

But ever since he started to date the lovely Lindsey, she didn’t turn out to be so lovely…

Lindsey despised (Y/n), despised how close Keegan was to her, how he would hug and kiss her cheek when he greeted her, tell her at get-togethers and parties that she was pretty. It was a whole fiasco and one (Y/n) had started to split herself away for Lindsey’s sake and the sake of her relationship with Keegan. (Y/n) wasn’t a Homewrecker and she wasn’t about to be.

The friendship between her and Keegan started to take a toll as he noticed how she would clearly avoid him and Lindsey after the last party. It was not a good experience for (Y/n) needless to say.

“Seriously, stop trying to take him from me, he’s mine!” Lindsey shouted as she poured wine all over (Y/n). The only reaction the oldest Merrick could do was gasp and nod her head. She didn’t even try to explain because Lindsey would never understand or try to understand. (Y/n) just glanced at Keegan and turned around with tears in her eyes as her pretty yellow top was ruined and so was her dignity.

“(Y/n)!” Keegan called to try to go after her.

“Seriously Keegan,” Lindsey huffed, rolling her eyes. “She’s an immature young girl.”

That night (Y/n) spent at home crying in her bed.

From there on out (Y/n) knew she needed to improve her life to bring in some happiness. So, she bought the house beside her parents which was a two story very spacious house and purchased a new vehicle upgrading from her first car to a better car. These small upgrades improved her mentality knowing she could provide for herself and didn’t need anyone’s help.

“Okay, uncle Elias birthday party,” (Y/n) hummed in the jeep as she drove Murray and her to the party.

(Y/n) was now 24 and Murray 15. The two had become so close but all the Merrick kids were close even Ryker who was 5 and very much energetic.

“Chalking this up to be worse than it will.” Murray smiled softly.

“I just know Lindsey and Keegan will be there.” (Y/n) uttered as she looked at Murray. “Can you blame me, I’ve avoided those two for two years ever since Lindsey dumped that wine on me.” (Y/n) said softly.

“And Keegan should have set her in place then, yes, but…” Murray trailed off. “You should have stayed back and defended yourself.”

“Murray I’m not like you, sadly I am very docile.” (Y/n) pulled into the venue as she saw her mother and father unbuckling Ryker from his car seat. He carried his kangaroo toy as he was greeted by Hesh and Logan happily.

(Y/n) pulled her recon up beside her fathers hummer as she and Murray got out wearing beautiful dresses.

“Oh darling, you helped Murray with her make up.” Beth, their mother hummed as she cupped Murray’s face. “My gorgeous girls.”

“Very beautiful.” Their father, Thomas Merrick kissed their foreheads.

“Thank you,” they said in unison as (Y/n) smiled and Murray got bashful.

They walked into the venue with Hesh and Logan as (Y/n) chatted with the men.

“Hey Keegan and Lindsey just made it.” Hesh hummed as he watched the two walk towards the venue.

“Great,” Logan hummed, rolling his eyes.

(Y/n) and him were bringing the same energy it seemed.

The only difference was (Y/n)’s heart hammered in her chest when she thought about Keegan, she knew for a fact Logan’s didn’t…or maybe it did. The walkers and Keegan had this bro-mance going on, so maybe there could be some heart hammering going on there.

She glanced back seeing Lindsey in a bubble pretty chiffon dress. It was surely Lindsey’s style. (Y/n) couldn’t help but look at her backless satin cowl dress. Was it appropriate for a birthday? Lindsey looked good and she felt she was now not appropriate.

“You look gorgeous sweetheart.” Uncle Elias hummed to her.

“Thank you uncle,” she hugged him. “Happy birthday.” She smiled brightly.

“Happy birthday uncle.” Murray smiled as she laughed. “Getting older.”

“I’m afraid she’s not wrong.” Elias laughed, it erupted deep from within his belly. It was contagious as well as the girls laughed with him.

“50 looks good.” (Y/n) teased gently.

“And 40 looks good on your father.” Elias teased.

“Yeah.” Murray rolled her eyes as she walked off to go torment their father.

“Enjoy the party your mother insisted we throw.” Ellis laughed as he greeted other guests.

(Y/n) looked around taking a deep breath as she tried to stick to the buddy system. She didn’t want to give Keegan the ability to approach you. But it was too late when she could hear his soothing voice.

“Hey you,” his hand rested on the middle of her back as he leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Looking great.” He whistled quietly. His icy eyes looked her up and down as he smiled at her.

The flirting confused (Y/n), was he interested or was he just teasing.

“Oh…” she stammered, “thanks.” She nodded as she held the bottle of wine in her hand and gulped the glass of wine down quicker. “How are you…two?” She corrected herself shifting nervously as she looked for her 15 year old sister. Maybe Murray could help her escape.

“We’re…good.” (Y/n) heard the same hesitation she had in his voice. “We’re doing good.”

The two made some small talk as they caught up. More like, Keegan catching up and (Y/n) trying to devise a plan to escape. She couldn’t escape though yet.

“So…um…are you seeing anyone?” Keegan asked as you glanced at (Y/n).

She felt her heart stop beating. Why was he asking? Why did it matter? She tried to formulate a few words in her head. Yeah she talked to a few guys here and there, but she didn’t actually talk to anyone. It never went further than texting, no dates no nothing.

“Oh…” this was awkward and she knew it. She licked her lips and fixed her gaze to the bottle of wine she just finished in her hand. As a waiter came around Keegan grabbed two glasses, handing her one and taking the empty one from her, placing it back on the tray. She was about ready to down it again and maybe get a good buzz going on. Uncle Elias entirely went out too much at this party, waiters…what the hell? But then again they did have a big house in Los Angeles. “Thank you,” she uttered as she held the glass. She was cringing when she thought about her lack of dating. “No.” She shook her head. “No,” she confirmed again.

“Oh that’s good—I mean…” he looked away as he rubbed his neck nervously. “Oh there’s no fixing that.”

(Y/n) chose to blatantly ignore that comment. “It’s okay.” She said quietly.

“Listen,” Keegan started as he took a sip of the wine, finding it to be entirely not sweet enough, not like (Y/n) in this cowl dress with her whole back showing. He wanted to take a taste and see how sweet life with her could be. “Can I talk to you about something?” His hand rested on her back. “Preferably alone.” He whispered closer to her ears.

She felt the goosebumps form and her heartbeat erupt with giddiness in her chest. She closed her eyes and thought about it for a second knowing it wasn’t the best idea.

“Sure?” She said calmly but gave him a questioning look.

He gently took her arm as he guided her outside the venue to a set of benches.

The wind had a nice breeze to it as the hottest time of the year was upon them. The flowers around them bloomed creating an aroma that was delicious and calming. The two took a seat as they looked at the flowers, finding them to be more interesting then one and another.

“I need to talk to you about…” Keegan paused as he thought about how he wanted to say this. “Lindsey…” Keegan said softly as he fiddled with his hand.

(Y/n) did a spit take as she looked at Keegan holding her wine in her hand. To say she was surprised was not the words. Why was he asking her about Lindsey? The two weren’t close, anything far from close. They were like enemies who kept distance, like give them at least 20 feet in between each other. They did not want to be near one and another at all.

“What about Lindsey?” (Y/n) looked down at her clothes making sure she didn’t spill the red wine on anything she was wearing, It had all safely made it back into her cup which she was now disgusted to even look at so she dumped it in the grass and sat it aside. Needless to say she was more than embarrassed now that she had spit all her wine out.

“Just wanted your opinion,” Keegan wiped her cheek with his thumb taking a little dribble from her cheek. She flushed red as her eyes focused her gaze on a single budding flower.

(Y/n) picked up how quiet his voice was, as if he was afraid Lidsey would be right behind them listening to the two chat about the monster of a girlfriend she has become. (Y/n) didn’t like to define people by harsh words such as toxic, or monster…or asshole…but Lindsey deserved those titles with how she behaved with almost everyone…actually everyone. (Y/n) was pretty sure she didn’t even like Keegan just kept him around for the money and the other attributes that were favorable.

“You don’t like her do you?” Keegan broke the silence as he glanced at (Y/n).

Was it obvious? Was it? (Y/n) hoped not.

“My opinion doesn’t matter.” (Y/n) said calmly as she glanced at Keegan trying to gauge where he was with this relationship or with herself. She knew if she spoke her opinion she would either offend Keegan or who knows what. She couldn’t ever tell if his relationship or his thoughts with Lindsey were positive or negative. He often made her feel like they were negative, but she wouldn’t judge. “At least I feel it is irrelevant. Why? Are you planning something?”

“No, I am not,” Keegan shook his head as he fidgeted on the bench. “And your opinion does matter. That's why I am asking.” He paused as he almost looked exhausted. “You know I care about you and your opinion.” Did he? Did he really care about her opinion, did he care about her? If he did, she was sure after that wine being dumped on her two years ago would be the end or if not close to the end. The berating from Lindsey should have ended too, but here she was still getting slandered by the drama and insecure queen.

Slay girl, slay your enemies with your harsh words you poet.

His pause ended as he glanced back at (Y/n) fixing his tie. “I guess…I want to know why you don’t like her, honestly?”

Why (Y/n) didn’t like her? Seriously?…seriously! (Y/n) was about to lose her mind.

Slay, girls, slay dumb men who don't realize their agitating girlfriends were the problem. Now she was wondering who the fault landed on for her avoiding the two of them…Probably (Y/n)! Unbelievable! Was this gaslighting at its greatest or was Keegan just that dumb.

“This is seriously the opinion of a matter you wanted?” (Y/n) scoffed, getting a little hurt by the accusations when she had tried too many times in the past to become that…witch’s…lovely woman's…friend…leave it at that. It’s better that way…right? Maybe at this point she was gaslighting herself.

Keegan sighed as he ran a hand through his dark locks. His icy blue eyes landed on her as he looked at her carefully. “Yes.” he uttered quietly, eyes locking on hers as he appreciated her opinion. Not like he didn’t just assume she hated Lindsey…not that his assumption was wrong. But that's beyond the point! Gasp! How dare he! A man assuming, terrible! The mockery! “I want to know your opinion on Lindsey. I want you to have an open mind here, and tell me honestly why you don't like her.”

“Well Keegan,” (Y/n) felt like she was stuck in a tough place between two rocks. Honestly she wished the rocks would mash her and leave her a flatten bloody mess, but she wasn’t that lucky. Honesty…best policy…sure. Scoff!

She fiddled with her hands as she had a lot of trauma when it came to lindsey. The woman had a vendetta against (Y/n). (Y/n) was sure that if she and Lindsey lived during the Salem witch trials, Lindsey would be the one pointing at (Y/n) screaming "Witch!” and acting out like a buffoon possessed by a demon. (Y/n) at that point probably wanted the escape that trial would bring her…sinking…hanging…all just to get away from Lindsey. Heaven, whoo-hoo!

(Y/n) took a deep breath as she prepared to answer the question honestly. “You have to understand,” (Y/n) started slowly. “I have tried to connect with Lindsey, even tried to get her to like me, we just aren’t compatible Keegan.”

Keegan raised an eyebrow confused. (Y/n) saw and she knew he was about to make a comment and she was going to get upset. “What do you mean you've tried ‘to get her to like you’?” His brows furrowed.

Female rage was making her want to shave them off and ruin his attractiveness. The thought was there and so was the motive.

“You have never even given her a chance…” Oh that was it! That was a ticket to manhood without eyebrows.

“Excuse me!” (Y/n) stared at Keegan flabbergasted by his assumptions and accusations. “I beg you to repeat that one,” (Y/n) shifted to face him with a look of absolute disgust on her face. She was about to walk away and say this was a waste of her time…don’t let her fool you, she was too nice. Her ass stayed where she was.

“You haven’t ever given her a chance.” Keegan said shifting so his knees touched her. If the two weren't about to enter an argument they would have been giggling like schoolgirls, but this was war now. “When have you made an effort?” His voice was soft but firm. She watched as he crossed his arms giving her a stern look.

What was this, her father disciplining her? Hell no, he did not just do that!

She was putting her foot down and being firm. Yep, it was happening.

“No, nope.” she shook her head. “Sorry, but I am not doing this here, and I’m not doing this at all.” (Y/n) nodded. The freedom of saying what she felt was freeing. “I don’t feel comfortable and I am not having this discussion.” (Y/n) nodded as she took a deep breath letting it out. “You seem to think I have never ever welcomed Lindsey, but I have.” she stood up as her words were deep rooted with honesty. “I am not going down this rabbit hole, nope.” she shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

Keegan stayed quiet for a few seconds as he tried to decide what to say or how to proceed with this information. If (Y/n) knew Keegan—and she did—she knew he would choose to voice his anger rather than reason with her and see her point.

“I never said you didn’t welcome her, I just said that you never made an effort to get to know her.” His voice was firm and she knew he was trying to make up an excuse for his girlfriend. She could tell she was borderline frustrated with this conversation. She started to text Murray for help, she needed it fast too.

“Keegan, I have tried.” (Y/n) defended herself, but she knew if this conversation continued this friendship would be even more fractured if there was a chance of saving it.

“Got your emergency text!” Murray trotted over and paused looking at Keegan and (Y/n).

(Y/n) felt doomed. She wanted to hide in the bushes. The whole thing about an emergency text was not to announce it to the person who she was trying to run from.

“Thank you Murray,” (Y/n) sassed. “You're not supposed to say out loud, to him, or I, that the text I sent you was an emergency text. Now he knows I am trying to escape this conversation.” (Y/n) groaned. “Thank you.” she rubbed the bridge of her nose.

Keegan let out a quiet scoff as he looked between her and Murray. “So you do plan on avoiding this conversation…” he said in a low, firm voice that leaked frustration and anger aimed right towards (Y/n).

(Y/n) knew now this friendship was dying. Something no one ever expected. She wanted to cry so badly but as a queen she was—she never shed a single tear in front of him.

“Why are you so hellbent on never letting me know your true feelings for Lindsey?”

(Y/n) blew a breath out her lips as she felt the frustration seep into her emotions as well.

“I am so hellbent on not trying to ruin the last little bit of this friendship we have left!” she let the frustration show. “Because, newsflash—” she raised her hands in the air in despair. “You won’t ever listen to a single word, a single ounce of what I say. You act like it matters, but it doesn’t.”

“Not that I have a say,” Murray shrugged. She was so chill and nonchalant while the two friends argued. “She has tried to be friends with Lindsey, but Lindsey wants nothing to do with it.”

Keegan’s eyes narrowed as he scoffed at the two siblings. “A little biased, Murray.”

“My bad,” she rolled her eyes.

“It’s just biased ‘cause it's the truth and you don’t want to hear it.” (Y/n) scoffed.

“Alright, okay,” Keegan stood up abruptly, getting a bit more irate. It was becoming a bit threatening now. “What do you mean she wants nothing to do with a friendship? Hmm?” Now he was just being an asshole. (Y/n) wasn’t going to take it and she wasn’t going to let Murray see it.

“Nope, done.” (Y/n) said as she put a hand on Murray’s shoulder guiding her out of the little garden area. “Sorry for ruining your night Keegan.” Her words were bitter as she shot him a glare. Murray slipped out of (Y/n) grasp as she stood back for a second looking at Keegan as he glared at (Y/n) walking away for the betterment of herself.

“She has tried, Keegan, but if anyone is the problem, it’s lindsey.” Murray nodded as she shrugged.

Keegan let out a little huff as he shook his head, clearly agitated. “And what do you mean Murray? What could Lindsey possibly have done to stop a friendship from happening?”

“How about…” Murray paused for sass and dramatics. “Not even wanting to be friends with my sister.”

“I don’t understand,” Keegan just didn’t want to believe it. He wanted to refuse, because if he believed it that meant Lindsey lied every single time. “Lindsey hasn’t done anything like that.” his confusion turned into annoyance towards Lindsey. “She would have told me if something like that would have ever happened.”

Murray scoffed as she shook her head. She found out he was blinded, that was the only answer she had. “Believe the peanut gallery, I believe my sister because I've witnessed it.”

Keegan scoffed as he glared at Murray. “Are you telling me that Lindsey lied to me and is continuing to lie to me?” Keegan asked, bewildered and clearly annoyed.

(Y/n) rushed back as she got behind Murray and started to push her back to the venue. “Sorry, so sorry.” She uttered a quick apology as she marched Murray away from Keegan.

“Wait! Hold on—” Keegan tried to keep you there for a second longer but you were good at escaping and evading and you had successfully done it the majority of the night since the argument.

Keegan knew you were avoiding him, he knew it right away when you left in the middle of a conversation…actually a sentence with Logan.

“She can’t avoid me all night…” Keegan mumbled with annoyance as he watched you in the distance talk to Ajax and his fiance, Sarah. His irritation was starting to turn into disbelief. How could you have avoided him every single chance he made to speak to you. He clenched his fists as he watched you laugh at something Sarah said.

He had eventually found himself staring at you all night from across whatever room he was in.

“She's really pretty,” Murray stuck her tongue out as he walked by with a cupcake in her hand. “Take a picture and put it on your shrine. It will last longer.” Now Murray was just pissing with him because she had the upper hand.

“Shut up,” Keegan huffed as his eyes watched you like you were the prey and he was the hungry predator.

“What was that about?” Lindsey asked as she sneered her lip at Murray. “She looks tomboyish like always.” she rolled her eyes clearly judging Murray for her physic and love for comfy clothes.

Keegan tensed up as he noticed Lindsey’s glare. “Leave her alone.” Keegan quickly defended. The Merricks had always been family since he grew up with (Y/n). “She’s just being an idiot, as usual.” He didn’t take his eyes off of (Y/n) as Logan asked for a dance making her laugh and nod her head in approval. He could tell she made a joke like she always used to with him.

“Now just understand, I may step on your toes. My father taught me, not my graceful mother.” And then she would giggle and smile with that pretty smile she had.

Logan had no right to see that smile or hear that giggle, the jealousy was forming. Not just in Keegan but also in Lindsay when she saw what Keegan was staring at. A sneer formed on her lips. She was jealous and (Y/n) brought it out the most knowing Keegan and (Y/n) had a form of something in the past.

“Are you serious, Keegan, seriously!” Lindsey scoffed as glared at Keegan. “Stop staring at (Y/n).”

Keegan’s eyes momentarily opened as he realized Lindsey had caught onto him staring at (Y/n). He averted his eyes from (Y/n) and glanced at Lindsey. It just wasn’t the same. There was no spark, no flutter. “What?” he asked feigning ignorance to his glanced to (Y/n) and Lindsey’s questioning glares.

“You seriously stare at her all the time!” Lindsey showed her frustration with Keegan. “Why don’t you go date her.”

Keegan blinked, caught off guard by the comment and accusations he was receiving.

“That’s not true, I don’t stare at her all the time.” He knew this would be a start to a new relationship feud between Lindsey and him. They argued all the time. He was trying to sound sincere to reassure her, but truly he was doing it to avoid a feud on the drive home…or before that. Lindsey had no qualms when it came to fights, she’d start them in the store, family events, or like this a party. “I don’t just stare at her all the time.”

“Sure, whatever Keegan.” she stood up as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I’ll just call my Ex. He was better than you in so many ways.” she rolled her eyes.

Keegan sighed, the constant comparison to her hunk of an ex…he was in jail. That's all that needs to be said for that one.

“Listen to me,” Keegan said with a soothing voice. His tone was soft and his eyes shifted to meet Lindsey’s. He was trying to just ice this over and hold the fights and the nasty comments off. “I don't stare at her all the time. I've done it maybe once or twice, that's all to it.” he shrugged as he gave her a charming smile. “You're overreacting.”

“I’m getting a drink,” she glared at him and huffed.

“And smoothing things over with her is no longer working.” Keegan uttered. “Why do I stay?” he shook his head. Keegan closed his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh, he was getting exhausted.

“Keegan,” a little quiet voice called out to the man. He opened his eyes and looked down seeing Ryker, the youngest of the Merricks. He was holding his little Kangaroo that Keegan had bought him when he and (Y/n) had taken the kids to the Zoo.

“Ryker-roo, and how is Rooney-roo?” Keegan cooed to the boy as he leaned down, coddling the boy with his thumb rubbing tenderly on the boy's neck.

“Not good,” Ryker uttered as he looked nervous.

“Oh, buddy,” Keegan cooed softly. “What's wrong Ryker-roo?” He tugged the kid closer as he kept him from the view of other people knowing he was fragile when he felt something was wrong.

“Can you help me clean my shirt,” Ryker pointed to the chocolate stain on his nice white dress shirt. Ah yes, the chocolate fountain had beaten the young toddler. “Mama bought me this shirt, it's nice.”

Keegan smiled as he picked the boy up. “Sure thing buddy.” Keegan patted Ryker’s back and then rubbed his thumb soothingly on Ryker’s back.

They walked to the family bathroom where Keegan sat the toddler down on the white sink. “Let me see the stain.” Keegan tickled Ryker.

The little toddler squealed and wiggled slowly, falling back as Keegan took advantage of the situation and blew raspberries on his little round belly.

“Kee-kee!” the toddler squealed.

“I've got you,” Keegan cooed sweetly. “What are you gonna do now!” Keegan tickled and then knelt down to blow more raspberries on his belly.

The door slid open as Keegan looked up seeing (Y/n) walk in shaking a tide stain remover pen.

“Eh?” she looked confused as she stopped shaking the pen. Her face flushed red as she thought about the many daydreams she had of having kids with Keegan. She looked away with a bright red blush on her cheeks. “Sorry, I heard ryker had a stain, I figured this would be easy to get rid of the stain.” She tried to calm her running thoughts. “Rumor mill said he would be here.”

Keegan rubbed Ryker’s chin as he chuckled. “Any help is welcome.” Keegan smiled.

She wasn’t avoiding him for some odd reason this time. It made his heart pitter in a special way.

He was quick to take Ryker’s stained shirt off as he handed it to (Y/n).

“Mama is going to be mad.” Ryker held onto his kangaroo.

“No she won’t ryker-roo.” (Y/n) cooed as she dabbed the pen to it.

“Mama gets mad when daddy has stains?” Ryker rubbed the kangaroo on Keegan’s shirt as he uttered something to Keegan.

“Oh, rooney-roo likes the smell of my cologne,” Keegan chuckled as his eyes crinkled in pure happiness. “Thank you Mr. Rooney-roo.” he made sure to tell the Kangaroo.

“May he have a bit of the man-perfume?” Ryker asked.

(Y/n) tried to hold on a laugh as Ryker called cologne man perfume.

“He may,” Keegan glanced at (Y/n). “Do you still have the travel one in your purse?” he asked, looking at the young woman.

“Oh yeah, I do.” (Y/n) reached into her clutch and handed it to Keegan. “I keep forgetting to give it to…Lindsey,” she hummed.

Keegan gave her a glance but shook it off as he didn’t want to start another argument like earlier. He took the perfume and grasped onto Rooney-roo as he gently sprayed the kangaroo down with his cologne. It was all the boy ever smelled when he was near Keegan, so Keegan knew it had become a comfort thing for the boy.

Keegan smiled as he knew it stemmed from the many nights of rocking him in his arms as they sat by the campfire or the sleepovers at the merricks house as the boy was snuggled up into Keegan’s side.

“Rumor mill spreads fast,” Keegan looked at (Y/n) as he handed her the cologne back. “Keep it.”

“Well, when it has Rykers cute little face behind it, it will spread fast, yes.” (Y/n) said softly smiling. “Thanks for trying to clean him up.” Her eyes twinkled as she had a sincere smile.

“Well…” he chuckled as he looked at Ryker taking the shirt back and helping the boy put it back on and tuck it in. “As for that…I tried.”

“That’s all that matters.” (Y/n) hummed, but the silence grew and the awkwardness kicked in. She looked at her nails as she tried to find something to occupy her mind.

“So,” Keegan started as he tried to make small talk. (Y/n) glanced at Keegan as she raised an eyebrow. “Enjoying the party?”

“Oh—yes.” She nodded her head. “Yes, yes.” She gulped hoping he would avoid the garden moment. “You?”

“It’s been decent so far.” Keegan nodded. He shifted his weight leaning against the counter. His eyes landed on you as he opened his mouth to say something, but stopped as (Y/n) spoke first.

“About earlier…” she trailed off as her eyes glanced at the stalls. “We have privacy here, with Ryker-roo.” She nodded to the toddler. “He keeps all my secrets.” She said smiling softly as she reached out with her pinky making a pinky promise with the toddler. “I wanted to explain about it earlier, I feel like you deserve some form of answer.” She paused. “Especially with the whole you thinking I never tried to make a bond between Lindsey and I.”

Keegan’s facial expression shifted slightly, a mix of mild surprise and curiosity, as he saw (Y/n) pinky swear with Ryker. He listened intently as she mentioned the earlier conversation. “I’m listening,” he said.

“I did try, for your sake, for a whole month.” (Y/n) uttered feeling ashamed for earlier. “I added her on social media and invited her out with the girls and she never did anything…never met me in the middle. She ended up taking my friends away from me.” (Y/n) said softly. Her eyes glanced at Ryker then slowly directed to Keegan. “It’s whatever, but I don’t want you to think I’ve always hated her, I tried for your sake…she just won’t budge.”

Keegan’s facial expression softened as (Y/n) explained her attempts to connect with Lindsey. He didn’t realize the extent that she tried to bond with his girlfriend.

“I never thought you hated her,” he said, his voice sincere. “But I guess I was still too caught up in thinking she was making an effort just like you were. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” (Y/n) uttered as she shrugged. “Though I should be honest with you. A month after you two started dating, she asked me to stay away, so I don’t try to step on her toes. So, if you see me less and less I’m just being respectful.” She felt she needed to be honest about that with Keegan, so he had an answer if anything ever happened.

Keegan’s expression changed to a mix of surprise and disbelief. “Wait, what?” he exclaimed in a surprised tone. “She asked you to stay away?”

“I cause problems,” (Y/n) nodded slowly as she pushed hair from her face. “Her words, not mine.” She laughed bitterly. “But it’s okay.”

Keegan furrowed his eyebrows, his expression turning into a mix of confusion and disbelief. “Cause problems? How in the world would you cause problems?” He asked, his voice carrying a hint of protectiveness.

“She’s insecure, but I get it.” (Y/n) hummed. “I’m a threat since she thinks we had a thing before her and you. My personal opinion, like you asked…earlier…” she puffed her cheeks out. “She’s not good for you. But that’s my opinion.” She waved her hands in front of her body to clarify things. “But in no way is it right for me to expect you to just end things, I would never ever ask for that. If you're happy then that’s what matters the most.”

He wasn’t happy, he was far from it. But how does he just come out and say it? It was something he struggled with and still don’t have the answer to.

Keegan’s eyes widened slightly as (Y/n) revealed her opinion of Lindsey to him. He was taken aback by how upfront she was with her thoughts.

He leaned against the counter and looked at her for a moment before speaking. “What exactly makes you think she’s not good for me?” He asked, his voice soft but firm, wanting to know the reasons behind her opinion.

“You're not the same person.” She said softly looking at him.

Keegan stayed quiet for a moment as he processed (Y/n)’s words. He could feel his heart sink slightly at the thought of him being a different person because of Lindsey. He knew one thing for sure: he was easily agitated since the start of his relationship with Lindsey.

He let out a soft sigh, his expression turning a bit solemn. “How so?” He asked in a softer tone, genuinely wanting to know how (Y/n) saw the change in him.

“Quick to anger, not happy…” she paused as she looked at Keegan. “The list can go on.”

Keegan’s expression softened as (Y/n) pointed out the changes in him since the start of his relationship with Lindsey.

He took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking softly and with a slight hint of guilt and remorse. “I guess I have been more irritable and less myself lately…” he admitted quietly. “But I thought it was just the stress from work getting to me.”

“Can I speak up?” Ryker asked as he clutched the kangaroo in his hands.

“Yeah buddy?” Keegan said softly.

“I don’t like her either.” Ryker spoke up.

“It’s not that I don’t like her… I’m not even going to try. It’s fallen on deaf ears with Ryker it seems.” (Y/n) giggled as she scratched her cheek.

“Why don’t you like her, Ryker-roo?” Keegan asked as he smiled.

“Ryker,” (Y/n) hummed softly, reminding him of an important factor. “Just remember our opinions don’t matter, maybe she’s the most amazing woman when they're at home together.” She booped Rykers nose.

Ryker fiddled with his tie before Keegan fixed it for him.

“She doesn’t like kids and doesn’t like me,” Ryker said. “Said little kids are annoying. Am I?”

Keegan’s eyes softened as he heard Rykers reason for not liking Lindsey.

Ryker was practically Keegan’s best friend. When the two were together they were hardly irreparable.

“No bud,” Keegan leaned forward. “You're not annoying at all, you're amazing!” Keegan nodded his head. “You and Rooney.” Keegan rubbed his thumb over the boy's cheek smiling. “She’s wrong for saying that.”

“Keegan’s my best friend.” Ryker stumbled with his worlds.

“Yeah Ryker-roo,” (Y/n) giggled. “Looks like I've been replaced.” She nodded as her eyes twinkled looking at Keegan.

Keegan chuckled as he heard Ryker declare him as his best friend. “I wouldn’t say you’re replaced,” he said, his tone lighthearted. “It’s more like a shared first place.”

“I’ll just buy him more ice cream and more trips in the rubicon.” (Y/n) snorted.

“Oh,” Keegan’s smirked widened. “Bribery with ice cream and jeep trips, that’s not fair.”

Their teasing continued until they heard Rykers soft little sniffles indicating that the toddler was crying. He had Rooney-roo, snuggled close as he cried into the kangaroo plushie trying to take comfort in Keegan’s cologne that was on it.

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly caressing Rykers arm. “Buddy?”

“Ryker, buddy?” Keegan added as his thumb wiped away the young toddler's tears.

Both of their heart strings were pulled. They could clearly tell something was bothering the youngest. They just weren’t sure what it was.

“What’s bugging you?” Keegan hummed.

“Lindsey,” Ryker uttered as he pouted. “Please break up with her.” The waterfalls happened faster as Keegan winced.

Keegan froze momentarily as Ryker voiced his wish for him to break up with Lindsey. Hearing those words come from Ryker tugged at his heartstrings. He crouched down to Ryker’s level and looked at him with a mix of concern and understanding. “Ryker…” he said softly, his voice gentle. “Why do you want that?”

“You don’t come around anymore…” Ryker fiddled with the kangaroo.

Keegan’s expression softened further as he realized the root of Ryker’s wish. He reached out and placed his hand comfortingly on Ryker’s shoulder. “You miss me, huh?” he asked gently. “I know I haven’t been around as much lately, and is that why you want me to break up with Lindsey?”

(Y/n) watched carefully as she kept an eye on Ryker to see if he got any more distraught.

“Yeah and she says mean things and I think she’s terrible for you.” Ryker continued. “And you don’t play with me anymore…and I don’t want you to marry her.”

(Y/n)’s eyes softened as she realized Ryker was having a hard time with that fact that Keegan just stopped coming around.

“Ryker, we don’t have a say on Keegan’s relationship.” (Y/n) cooed softly. “We don’t have a say, that’s his decision and his life.”

Keegan looked at (Y/n) as she spoke to Ryker, her words filled with understanding and calmness. Then he looked back at Ryker, his expression a mix of compassion and reassurance.

“You know I would never marry someone who’s terrible for me, bud,” he said softly. “And I’m sorry I haven’t been around as much. But I promise, things will get better.”

He ruffled Ryker’s hair affectionately, a small smile on his face.

(Y/n) wasn’t sure what that meant, but Ryker took it as Keegan wasn’t going to marry her at all.

“So you're not going to marry her at all!” Ryker exclaimed.

Keegan chuckled softly at Ryker’s sudden perk up. “No, I’m not going to marry her,” he confirmed, his voice gentle. “We’re not at that point yet.” He reached out and gently pinched Ryker’s cheek affectionately. “But I wouldn’t marry someone my best friend doesn’t like, right?”

“Right!” Keegan scooped Ryker up in his arms and held him against his chest.

He smiled warmly at Ryker, his expression filled with affection and reassurance.

“You’re my best friend, remember?” Keegan said softly, giving him a gentle squeeze. “I wouldn’t do anything without your approval, bud.”

Keegan held Ryker in his arms, his focus solely on the young boy. He was determined to reassure Ryker and make him feel better.

He began to walk out of the bathroom, still carrying Ryker. “Alright, champ, let’s go get some ice cream and forget about all these worries for a while, yeah?”

(Y/n) left having a subtle feeling deep in her stomach that was far from over.

She wasn’t wrong. This was far from over.

Months passed and they were heading to Ajax and Sarah’s wedding. The ceremony was gorgeous and now the reception was almost as perfect.

Maury’s favorite topic to discuss right now was Keegan’s love life, since Lindsey was still around.

(Y/n) slowly helped Ryker out of the jeep as Murray hoped out of the front. Ryker had on a cute little tux with dinosaurs on the tie. Their mother had found it at the store and had to have it for the wedding. Ryker was too adorable though and a good model it seemed.

“Ten bucks he proposes.” Murray hummed as she fixed her hair. Her dress was silky and long enough to keep her warm in these slowly chilling temperatures as fall started to settle in.

“Mmm,” (Y/n) gave her a stern look. A warning telling her sister not to speak about that in front of Ryker.

“He promised me he wouldn’t.” Ryker hopped around like a kangaroo.

“Ryker-roo, no jumping around too much.” (Y/n) giggled. “Mama and papa don’t need your suit messy. We’re celebrating uncle Ajax’s wedding.”

Keegan was standing near the entrance of the wedding venue, engaged in conversation with some other guests. His sharp eyes scanned the area, and he spotted (Y/n), Murray, and Ryker approaching.

As he listened to your conversation, his lips curled into a small smirk. He chuckled softly to himself, amused by the ten-dollar bet and the fact that he was the subject of it.

“Ten bucks you’re gonna upset Ryker and I’m gonna make you pay.” (Y/n) teased Murray.

Keegan chuckled softly as Ryker scurried over to him and grabbed onto his pants.

He looked down at the young boy, his expression warm and affectionate. “Hey there, bud,” he said, his voice filled with affection. “Are you excited for the wedding?”

“Yeah,” Ryker showed Keegan his tie as he had Rooney-roo clutched tightly to his grasps.

“Look what I have for Rooney.” Keegan knelt down. “Gotta make sure he smells very spiffy.” Keegan held his cologne out.

“Keegan’s man perfume!” Ryker said excitedly.

“Man perfume,” Murray scrunched her face up.

“Cologne, it’s too hard for him to say…or remember.” (Y/n) smiled at Murray as the two girls laughed.

“Wish this was a no kids wedding,” Lindsey huffed as she walked past Ryker. (Y/n) heard the comment and knew, she kept her cool and smiled at Ryker. “Uncle Ajax wants you here, that’s all that matters.” (Y/n) reassured Ryker.

Keegan’s gaze flicked up as he saw Lindsey roll her eyes and walk off. He let out a soft sigh and looked down at Ryker, who was cuddled up to him. He tried to push away any irritation he felt towards Lindsey and focus on Ryker. He was trying to have a good night tonight. Not a shitty one.

“Still with her?” Murray asked as she stuck her tongue out at Keegan in a teasing manner.

Keegan chuckled softly at Murray’s comment. He shot her a playful eye roll and stuck his tongue out at her in return. “Yep, still with her,” he replied, his tone light-hearted, but a hint of resignation in his voice. “For now, anyway…”

“Save yourself some happiness.” Murray looked at Ajax. “Who do you look at like that, that’s true love.” Murray hummed watching Ajax look at his now wife.

Keegan glanced at Ajax and his wife as Murray spoke. He watched the way Ajax looked at his new bride with so much love and adoration. It was undeniable, and Keegan couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy.

He let out a soft sigh and turned back to Murray, a hint of longing in his eyes. “Yeah…that’s what true love looks like, isn’t it?”

“And who do you look at like that?” Murray teased. Murray knew the answer and the answer was (Y/n).

Though this came from the same teenager that thought Keegan had a shrine in his home for (Y/n). Honestly she still thinks Keegan has a shrine for her sister. Keegan in her eyes just seemed like the dude to have a random ass shrine. Yeah…sure, Murray.

He wasn’t…he didn’t…it was just Murray’s lovely imagination…and maybe a tad bit of creativity and anime.

Keegan chuckled softly as Murray teased him, knowing full well what she was getting at. He looked down at Ryker for a moment, a small, affectionate smile on his face. Then he looked back at Murray, playfully rolling his eyes again. “It’s a secret,” he replied, his tone light, but holding a hint of seriousness. “And it’s none of your business.”

“Ten bucks it’s big sister!” Ryker nodded as he held his hand up to Murray telling her to pay up and she did.

“You didn’t bring cash? Where did you get that twenty dollar bill?” (Y/n)’s eyes widened. She opened her clutch seeing her dollar bill missing. Her eyes watch the transaction occur as Ryker starts to show off his twenty dollar bill to Keegan. “That was my twenty dollar bill…” she frowned, looking at Murray then at Keegan. “…well not anymore.” She grumbled.

“They were very confident that you were the answer.” Keegan chuckled.

“Were we wrong?” Murray sassed.

“No,” Ryker said confidently.

“The confidence in these two.” Keegan hummed.

“I know my best friend!” Ryker nodded as he crossed his arms.

“That you do little man,” Keegan smiled.

“I’m gonna act like I didn’t just lose twenty dollars and I didn’t hear that.” (Y/n) said smiling as she walked off.

She went over congratulating Ajax and Sarah hugging them as she laughed and smiled in the conversation. The way her face crinkled up and her eyes sparkled was something Keegan couldn’t ever get used to. It made his heart beat faster. He couldn’t help but observe, especially when she was just that beautiful, along with her friendly attitude and her charismatic behaviors. Keegan had known from the start that (Y/n) was something special.

So much so that she had bought an engagement ring as soon as he graduated, having it sized to her ring finger right away. And if her finger changed sizes he’d size it up as soon as he could. That ring stuck right to his dog tags on a gold chain close to his heart knowing exactly who that ring was meant to be for.

It was always on him, Ryker when he was young and even to this day when Keegan held him the boy was playing with the ring fumbling with it in his hand. Ryker was the only one who knew who the ring was for.

Ryker was a good secret keeper, (Y/n) wasn’t wrong when she said that months ago in the bathroom as they cleaned Rykers white dress shirt off.

Keegan was awestruck by you, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by Ajax or Sarah as they glanced over at Keegan smiling. He had to rein it in returning to his more neutral and casual expression as Ryker demanded to be picked up.

“I slept over at big sissy’s,” Ryker said as he grabbed the gold chain playing with the ring. “Sparkly.” He uttered.

“Yeah, buddy.” Keegan heaved the little toddler up closer as he smiled. “Don’t lose it, that’s sissy’s ring.” Keegan kissed Rykers cheek smiling. “Pretty girl deserves something if I can work my nerve up.” Keegan hummed.

He wasn’t ever going to get to work the nerve up…

Why?

Keegan—to keep Lindsey happy—proposed to her a week ago, and man was his gut swirling for it. He knew it was an instant mistake, but he just couldn’t take it back or change what he did. He felt like this was the right thing to do, but the worst thing to do all together. It was this constant back and forth.

He wanted to marry (Y/n) but here he was trying to marry some girl who only made him miserable. He knew there was no logic to explain this. There was none he could come up with.

The only thing that did make sense was he feared he’d be a terrible man for (Y/n) like she could do so much better, and that was wrong and everyone knew that.

“Why weren’t you at the sleepover,” Ryker asked as Keegan frowned slightly.

“Well, buddy,” Keegan tried to find the words for this. “Sometimes grown ups have other things to do.”

Murray rolled her eyes as she knew Keegan was avoiding the actual reason.

“Ryker, he’s still with Lindsey, she’s not gonna approve of something like that.” Murray was straight to the point.

Keegan felt a pang of annoyance at Murray's comment, but he tried his best to keep his expression neutral. He was trying to avoid making the boy in his arms upset.

He glanced up at Murray and gave her a firm yet subtle glare, silently signaling her to drop the topic. He didn’t want to have this conversation in front of Ryker, especially not here at Ajax’s wedding.

“Murray,” (Y/n) chided softly. “Sorry Keegan.” She shook her head and hummed. “Don’t want Ryker crying.” She reminded Murray. “That means Keegan’s relationship is off topic.”

He gave (Y/n) a small nod, silently thanking her for steering the conversation away. He knew that talking about his relationship with Lindsey would only upset Ryker, and he didn’t want to ruin Ajax’s special day. Not with his drama.

Ryker and Keegan made their way congratulating the newly wedded couple.

(Y/n) and Murray stayed back as the two looked at Ryker. “For Ryker’s sake,” you said softly to Murray. “Please leave Keegan’s relationship out of the conversations today.” She pleaded. “I know you don’t like Lindsey, none of us do, but if Keegan’s happy that’s all that matters.”

“But he’s not!” Murray huffed. “Don’t you see how he looks at you?”

“There’s nothing there, Murray, nothing.” (Y/n) shook her head. “We don’t live in a fantasy.”

“There’s something but you won’t even fight for it!” Murray uttered, exhausted.

“Nothing has led me to believe…” (Y/n) paused when you saw Keegan’s eyes on you.

Was there something there? No there couldn’t be, if there was he would have said something sooner…right?

“There’s something, because I’ve never seen a man look so madly in love like he does when he’s looking right at you,” Murray said softly, “like you're the stars to his moon.”

“It’s ridiculous.” (Y/n) tried to shake it off. But deep down she knew there was something brewing in those cold icy eyes. Something that wasn’t anything but a deep rooted admiration and love for something he wanted to hold close for the rest of his life. “Enough Murray, he’s with Lindsey.”

“But for once, go for your happiness.” Murray uttered.

“Murray,” (Y/n) chided. “Come on, enough. No teary eyes for Ryker today and if we keep having this conversation he’ll cry.”

"Yeah,” Murray sounded defeated. “Ryker adores Keegan," she said, a hint of sadness in her tone. "They have a special brotherhood bond that goes beyond just friendship. But it breaks my heart seeing how sad Ryker gets whenever Keegan’s relationship with Lindsey comes up. It's like he can sense the wrongness in it."

“I know,” (Y/n) hummed softly. “Nothing we can do.” She nodded.

Murray nodded again, her expression sad. "I just wish Keegan would see the truth for himself," she said gently. "He’s a smart guy, we both know that. But he’s being stubborn about this. He’s settling for something that’s not right for him, and it’s hurting everyone involved, especially you…and ryker-roo.”

“It’s not our life.” (Y/n) said softly. “I’m sorry Murray.”

Murray let out a soft sigh and nodded in agreement. "You’re right," she acknowledged. "It’s not our life, and we can’t force Keegan to make the decision that’s best for him. But it’s tough seeing him trapped in a situation that’s clearly harming him and the people he cares about."

“It’s something he has to figure out or deal with.” (Y/n) cooed. “He’ll figure it out.”

Murray nodded again, admitting the sad reality of the situation. "Yeah," she sighed. "Sometimes, people have to figure things out for themselves. But it doesn’t make it any easier watching.”

“I know.” (Y/n) said softly.

As the night progressed. Things took a turn no one had expected.

(Y/n) heart shattered as she stood bagging in a discussion with her parents and someone they knew.

“We heard the news, Keegan’s engaged.” The couple said as they talked to (Y/n)’s father and mother. “And here we thought it would be (Y/n) he would marry.”

She felt her lip wobble as she looked away quickly. She kept herself put together as she bottled her emotions up. Murray glanced at Ryker who had a deep set frown on his face.

“Ryker,” (Y/n) said, quickly getting down closer to his level. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!” Ryker started crying uncontrollably.

(Y/n) quickly scooped her little brother up as she rushed out of the reception heading straight to a quiet garden.

“It’s okay,” (Y/n) cooed as Murray followed. It wasn’t long before their mother and father had slowly walked to where (Y/n) and Murray were trying to console their little brother.

“He promised!” Ryker wailed.

Their mother quickly swooped in picking the toddler up and rocking him.

“Shh, shh,” their mother soothed them all as they listened. “Mama is right here.”

“Ryker knows he’s losing Keegan if he marries Lindsey.” Murray furrowed her brows. “That’s Ryker-roo’s apparent best friend.” She said bitterly.

“Murray,” their father said softly. “I know you're upset too, honey. You two have to understand that sometimes promises are broken when you love someone.”

(Y/n)’s eyes showed the hurt as Murray looked at (Y/n). She winced as she saw the look on her older sister's face, a heart clearly shattered into a million pieces is what it reminded her of.

“Love,” Murray scoffed as she was bitter.

(Y/n) sat down a fair distance from everyone as her body just felt like a lump of flesh and bones. Heart break, it’s as painful as it sounded. (Y/n) watched the people in the venue dance and be happy while she mourned the thought of a wedding. At one point she wanted to be a beautiful bride, but now she wasn’t so sure she ever wanted to love again, scorned by the loss of the person she truly did love, but apparently never returned it.

(Y/n) watched as Keegan trekked across the path that brought them underneath the big maple tree.

“Oh honey, why don’t you like Lindsey, she’s…very sweet.” Their mother hummed.

“Sweet.” Their father was sarcastic.

Keegan had heard as he slowed down. Even Thomas and Beth didn’t like Lindsey.

Keegan sighed quietly as he looked at the Merrick’s. He knew this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation.

“Doesn’t matter what they think, right?” (Y/n) laughed bitterly. “Right, all that matters is your happiness.” She hummed as her words almost didn’t sound true. Keegan could see her hurt, could see her anger, her own feelings of Betrayal. He could see the fake smile plastered on her face and the forced words to make it sound like she was happy for him.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “I’m happy all right.” His own voice lacked conviction.

“Convincing.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes as she glared at Keegan. He felt cold, that look had never been aimed at him that often but now he felt like he was getting it more often.

Keegan heard (Y/n)’s sarcastic remark and winced slightly, knowing he wasn’t fooling anyone, especially not her. Her ability to see through his pretense was both irritating and admirable. He tried to maintain a neutral expression, but the tension in his jaw betrayed his true feelings.

“Cut me some slack, would you?” he muttered, his tone laced with a hint of defensiveness. “I’m trying here.”

“Trying?” (Y/n) scoffed. She was broken, and so was her happiness, “that’s what you call this? Keegan, Rykers trying harder than you and he’s crying like the world is about to end.” She huffed. “Oh and for god sakes, maybe don't make promises you don’t plan on keeping.”

Keegan clenched his jaw as she called him out. He knew she was right, and her reminder stung. Seeing Ryker’s distress felt like a knife in his gut, and he hated himself for being responsible for it.

“Oh cut me some slack, Lindsey.” Keegan snarled. All eyes were on the two of them now as Thomas and Beth paused. (Y/n) and Keegan were snapping. Both of them were finally having a meltdown it seemed.

“Excuse me!” (Y/n) scoffed. “I—“

“Enough!” Her father shouted as he glared at the two of them. “Enough, just kiss or something?” He huffed. “Just don’t get Ryker all in a tizzy like he already is.”

Keegan and (Y/n) gulped as they uttered quiet apologies. They were both unchecked and soon reminded they were here for other reasons too, not their own.

Lindsey walked down the path with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

“Of. Freakin’. Course.” (Y/n) sat down on the bench, her eyes watching Ryker avoiding Keegan’s and everyone else’s eyes.

Lindsey rolled her eyes as she looked at Ryker scoffing. “He’s still crying, tell him to grow up or something.” She uttered, looking at Keegan.

“Really sweet, ya’know Beth, I can’t imagine any reason as to why our baby boy is crying.” Their father was sarcastic.

“Thomas.” Their mother chided.

“Good thing our wedding is a childless wedding.” Lindsey rolled her eyes.

“Why are you even here,” Murray looked exhausted as she shook her head.

“Maybe instead of being so cold, you could try having a bit of empathy.” Keegan retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm and anger. “It’s a wedding, not a heartless corporate event. It’s supposed to be a celebration not a funeral.”

“A funeral to your happiness, six feet below Keegan.” Murray shrugged. “Get used to it.”

“Murray, zip it!” (Y/n) looked surprised at her sister.

“Excuse me,” Lindsey paused as she looked at Murray. (Y/n)’s eyes widened knowing this wasn’t going to go well.

It was all silent as everyone looked at Murray. Some were proud looks, others were surprised.

(Y/n) felt her soul leave her body as Murray’s very defensive attitude showed its front. She wasn’t afraid to tell someone off, and here was the sass that came with it.

“When did little girls get a say in my relationship.” Lindsey snarled as she pointed a finger and then jabbed it in Murray’s chest. “Do you have any friends, little girl?”

“Alright hands off,” (Y/n) got in between the two. “Stop getting pissed because she's got a point.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes.

“You have a bitch of a sister, a crybaby of a brother, and what are you?” Lindsey had a bit of a sting to her words as (Y/n) looked at the woman a little pissed off that she had said those things about her siblings.

“Listen here,” (Y/n) started as she scoffed at Lindsey’s words. “You better stay in your lane or veer off the road here, you're barking up the wrong tree.”

“Yeah bitch!” Murray peered around (Y/n).

“Murray!” (Y/n) warned.

“Are you a crybaby like your little brother, look at him.” Lindsey mocked as she laughed.

“Lindsey enough,” Keegan pulled Lindsey back. He gritted his teeth at Lindsey’s comment, his eyes narrowing in anger. He knew Ryker could be sensitive, but calling him a "crybaby" felt like a cruel and unjust attack on a child. "Watch it,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous. "He’s a child, and he’s dealing with emotions he's never had to face before. Cut him some slack, for Christ’s sake."

“Oh Keegan, grow up.” Lindsey scoffed.

“Listen here, you better get her in check.” (Y/n) warned Keegan. “I don’t ever want to hear that shit coming from her mouth again.”

“And what would you do?” Lindsey mocked again. (Y/n) was feeling the ice breaking and Lindsey about to plummet into the frigid waters. She was ready to snap, these were her siblings.

“I’m gonna—“

“Enough!” Keegan snarled at the two of them.

“You listen here Keegan,” (Y/n) snapped as she glared at Keegan. “Get your dog on a leash, I don’t want to ever hear anything about my family from her mouth again, I don’t want her near, my siblings, I don’t want anything to do with her.” You were set in stone. “I’ll handle this peacefully, but after that, she’s not allowed anywhere near us,” (Y/n) was cold and collected which was more fearful than her being angered and raising her voice. Which might I say, no one has ever seen because this was her anger, cold and collected.

“I don’t want this family at my wedding, they're freaks and clearly assholes.” Lindsey said to Keegan.

“Didn’t want to be there anyways.” (Y/n) scoffed. “Seeing two idiots get married.”

“Don’t say anything more you’ll regret,” Thomas was in front of his oldest as Keegan looked at (Y/n) surprised. “Enough.”

“This is ridiculous.” Murray stormed off as she threw her hands up in the air.

“Oh please!” Lindsey scoffed. “You started the fight and can't handle it.”

Murray turned around as (Y/n) and Thomas quickly caught her from starting a brawl.

“To the car now!” (Y/n) pointed to the parking lot. “Go!” She barked orders as Murray froze and nodded her head rushing off as she wiped her eyes. “Keegan, stay away.” (Y/n) was cold. “Don’t ever come around, not if you're sticking with her.”

“(Y/n),” Keegan said quickly. “(Y/n)! Listen to me!” He shouted. “Don’t you walk away!”

“I said stay!” (Y/n) turned around as she had tears in her eyes. “I mean it.”

Keegan’s heart shattered in a million little pieces as he stopped walking after her.

“She'll cool off Keegan,” Their mother hummed as she held Ryker.

“I’m not cooling off,” (Y/n) turned around. “I’m tired, I’m tired of this drama she starts.” (Y/n) pointed at Lindsey. “Yeah, Keegan, here you go.” She jabbed her own chest. “I don’t like her, newsflash, she’s toxic as hell! No I don’t want to be her friend, and no I don’t want to try and be her friend.”

“Your being—“ Keegan tried.

“Don’t start!” (Y/n) glared at Keegan. “Don’t start.” She nodded her head. “I don’t care who you pick over who, I don’t care if you hate me, but don’t you think what you ever did was right. I hate who you have become.” With that being said she stormed to her Jeep.

The first thing Thomas and Beth noticed with Keegan is how broken he looked. His eyes glanced at Ryker and then to (Y/n) as she walked off. It was almost like a bit of light from his life was leaving as she walked away.

“Keegan,” Lindsey uttered as she looked at her fiance. There was a storm brewing in her eyes. Keegan could tell.

The thing about Lindsey is she was emotionally abusive, and it started to take its toll on Keegan. It started to affect his well being. At this point he wasn’t even sure he wanted to do this anymore, and that was understandable. He didn’t want to constantly be compared to the ex boyfriend who wound his way up in prison. He didn’t want to be compared to every other man Lindsey found attractive, playing a manipulative game. He was just…done, he was at that point.

Beth and Thomas just watched, noticing the woman grip the silver ring on her finger and threw it at Keegan. The cold metal made a twinkling sound as it was tossed onto the brick getting lost in the bushes behind them. It wasn’t an expensive ring, it didn't have an expensive stone in it. Not like the one that was around his neck. It had an expensive stone set in an intricate design.

It was clear from Keegan—as he didn’t go searching for the ring and left it there while also watching Lindsey storm off—that he didn’t want this relationship, he wasn’t one hundred percent into it from the beginning. It was just to appease the emotionally abusive girl he did not know how to escape from.

“Keegan,” Beth uttered as she held Ryker.

“I didn’t love her,” he uttered. “A lot of things you two don’t know.” He said. “A lot of things no one knows.” He uttered.

Both of them stared at Keegan seeing the man almost relax but stay on edge. It was an odd thing to see, almost like one thing of stress left but another formed.

Thomas knew what was swirling in those icy blue eyes.

“Go talk to her,” Thomas nodded as he looked back at the parking lot. “She’s stubborn, but if I know my oldest, she’ll listen.”

Keegan stood there for a second contemplating whether he should or not. His feet started to move in that direction and soon enough he found his way to where (Y/n) was sitting on a bench watching the trees blow in the breeze. Keegan could see her shiver as he took his jacket off gently setting it around her shoulder as he knelt down securely wrapping it around her.

Her eyes glanced at him. He had taken his tie off at some point and his dog tags and a gold chain with a ring on it dangled in her view.

“I’m an asshole,” he started softly.

“No, you're just a daft idiot.” (Y/n) said as her eyes finally met his,

He chuckled as he nodded his head agreeing with her. “I know.” He smiled. “I am, no doubt about it.” He paused as he swallowed quickly. “I need to explain something.”

“You don’t have to.” She said quickly.

“No,” he shook his head, “I have to.” He nodded his head as his eyes showed all his emotions, he had to be open with her, open about everything.

“Keegan I—“

“Please let me,” he cupped her face, wiping the tears away. “Don’t cry,” he cupped her face with both hands now as he rested his face against hers. “Cause I’ll cry, knowing I caused your pain.” His voice wavered a bit.

She felt her heartbeat pick up as she wrapped her hand around his forearms unsure of what this conversation held. In her mind he was still with Lindsey, what fixing could there be.

Keegan had this whole thing rehearsed in his head, but let’s be honest, nothing ever went the way people wanted it to. Rehearsing did nothing because life oftentimes was unpredictable.

The reality of the situation weighed heavily on him, reminding him of the choices he had made and the consequences that came with them. The ache in his heart was undeniable, and the guilt weighed heavily on his conscience. He had an ache for her, he needed to make them right, he needed to fix this and marry the woman he loved so much it hurt.

He swallowed hard, pulled his hands away and took the gold chain off around his neck, slipping the ring into his hand.

(Y/n) watched, not entirely sure what was going on. This wasn’t Lindsey’s ring, hers was silver and basic. This was intricate, had words on the inside of the ring that said forever and always. She had noticed the birthstones on the side of the ring, one hers and the other his. She stared wide eyed at him. How long had he owned this? Why did he even have it? Was this what she thought it was?

His words pulled her out of all her questions that were running a mile a minute in her mind. They were surprising and quite frankly unpredictable, but Keegan could always be unpredictable at times.

“Marry me,” he uttered as he held the ring up between his index and thumb finger. The gold ring twinkled in the light. He looked up at her as she looked deep into his eyes. She took note of the tears in his eyes and the way he bit his lips keeping his emotions held back for a bit longer. She saw that his lips were wobbling and he wanted to cry right there and then, but for her sake he held himself together, if she answered either a yes or no, he knew he would cry either way.

He wanted to be happy, and she was his happiness.

“Keegan,” she uttered. Her eyes flickered to the ring and then to him. She had her worries like Lindsey. “Aren’t you…Lindsey?” She couldn’t finish the sentence very well as it was chopped up.

“No,” he shook his head. His voice quivered as his eyes set on her. “No Lindsey, should have left her a long time ago.” He nodded as his lips wobbled. “I messed up but at some point I would have woken up.” He sniffled. Keegan's icy blue eyes pleaded with (Y/n), silently begging for her understanding and acceptance. The vulnerability and determination etched on his face were clear as day.

He took a crouched closer to her, his voice trembling with a mixture of emotions. “Please, (Y/n). I know I messed up, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but marry me, please. Make me the happiest man alive.” He paused as he looked at her. His voice cracked even worse as he spoke. “I love you."

Keegan's large hands cradled her face tenderly, his touch gentle yet protective. His eyes searched hers, pleading for her to understand his sincerity.

(Y/n) lips wobbled as emotions raged within her, torn between the love she still harbored for him and the pain of his choice to marry someone else. Despite this, her hands instinctively intertwined with his, holding onto them tightly.

“I had this ring sized a long time ago…to fit your ring finger .” He had to pause as his voice cracked showing his emotions as the tears fell softly into his cheeks.

“Mine…”she stuttered, surprised at the ring.

Keegan smiled warmly at your attempt to lighten the "Yes, yours," he confirmed quietly, his voice filled with sincerity. "It's always been for you. I got it for you years ago, intending to propose when the time was right."

Keegan noticed the way her lips trembled, a clear indication of the tumultuous emotions within her. He could see the pain and confusion etched on her face, and it tugged at his heartstrings.

He gently caressed her cheek with his thumb, his touch tender and caring. "Please say something," he murmured softly, his voice laced with vulnerability. “Tell me you hate me or love me, that you’ll marry me.” He begged a quiet sob escaping his lips.

(Y/n) could see his own rough waters going on within himself. The two were struggling at the moment with words and emotions it seemed.

“Yes.”

Keegan's eyes widened when he heard the word "yes" escape (Y/n)’s lips. He had hoped for her forgiveness and understanding, but he hadn't dared to hope that she would consider saying yes to him. He knew he didn’t deserve it, but he was so grateful and happy to have it.

A mixture of emotions washed over him - from relief to disbelief to elation. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked at her, his voice barely above a whisper. "Really?" he asked, hope glimmering in his eyes.

“Yes really,” she cried.

Keegan's heart soared as he heard (Y/n)’s confirmation with her tears of joy. The weight of guilt and uncertainty that had been weighing on him was suddenly replaced with a sense of relief and happiness.

He pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms encircling her with a mix of tenderness and protective strength. He held her close, as if afraid to let her go, and whispered in her ear. "I love you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too, you big idiot.” Her voice wavered.

The sudden outburst of cheers from wedding guests and (Y/n)’s family took the two of them by surprise. For a moment, they had forgotten that there was the possibility to have witnesses to this intimate moment between the two.

"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that," he confessed, his voice filled with vulnerability. Keegan slipped the ring onto her finger, but as soon as he did that she wrapped him into a deep hug as she kissed his cheek.

Keegan returned (Y/n)’s embrace, wrapping his arms around her in a warm and comforting hug. He held her close, feeling a surge of happiness and contentment wash over him. He nuzzled his face into her hair, inhaling her familiar scent. “I’m never letting you go,” he whispered quietly, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness.

“Don’t want you to,” she said softly.

Keegan’s heart skipped a beat at her words, his smile growing even wider. The simple acknowledgment that she didn’t want it any other way meant the world to him.

He gently caressed her face with his hand, stroking her cheek tenderly. “You’re my everything,” he murmured quietly, his voice filled with sincerity. “I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“Well then,” (Y/n) giggled softly as she leaned in closer to his lips. “It’s a good thing you woke up.”

He chuckled as he leaned in and kissed her softly. “A very good thing.”

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