#he gets up a bit late one day and runs around getting ready 4 practice and he cannot find it

[itoshi-s]

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 he’s the sweetest !!!!!

[artssslut2]

rahhh i love art rahhh i love fluff take that as you wish

Inseparable

Art Donaldson x Reader

Summary: just a look into everyday life with your Husband Art and your newborn daughter.

You always knew Art would be an amazing dad but watching him in action was totally different. You thought you loved him before, but after seeing him care for the baby you made together somehow made you love him even more. From the minute Lily was born he was the best dad in the world. He wanted you to rest as soon as you all had gotten home from the hospital. While you recovered he would not let you wake up in the night to get the baby. You finally made a deal with him that if she needed to be fed he would bring her to you and then put her back to sleep. His little girl was already the biggest daddy’s girl, he could easily get her to stop crying the second she was In his arms, and she was looking more like him by the day.

Art took off two weeks from training, he wished he could’ve taken more but he was at the top of his game he couldn’t risk that. You pretty much had to force him to leave the house the first time.

It had been about a month since Lily was born you were still on leave from work so you decided to walk with Lily to the courts your husband trained at since it was such a beautiful day. You dressed Lily in the tiny Nike tennis dress that the company had sent Art while you were pregnant. When you had gotten there Art noticed immediately he dropped his racquet and jogged over to his two favorite girls. His coaches rolled his eyes at Art getting distracted

“Hey what are you guys doing here?” He smiled kissing you

“Lily wanted to come see her daddy play tennis” you cooed looking down at your little girl in the stroller

“Hey champ, how’s it going Lily girl?” He said lifting his baby out of the stroller “Oh my goodness look how adorable you look” he gushed while the three of you walked to the bleachers

“Donaldson! Come on we don’t have all day!” His hitting partner yelled to him. Art groaned,

“Go on we will watch for a bit” you said hitting his butt, he gave Lily a big kiss on the cheek and handed her to you carefully then kissed you on the cheek and ran back over to the court. Lily started fussing as soon as her dad gave her up. The two were inseparable, Art probably had worse separation anxiety than she did.

You ended up staying the whole practice you loved to watch Art play and so did Lily. Every now and then he’d give a wave or run over for a kiss earning a groan from his team but he didn’t care he only cared about his family.

Most of your nights lately had been quiet and slow, you were surprised at how much you loved it. Art would get out of training around 3 or 4 at the latest, giving your little family a lot of time together. Tonight you were eating dinner on your patio, Lily was in Arts arms of course. He never put her down even if he was eating or on the phone it didn’t matter.

“I loved seeing my girls at training today you know.” He looked at you giving you a smile, the same smile you fell in love with.

“We could watch you forever, maybe Lily will be out there with you one day.”

“Maybe… I’ve been thinking about it. I don’t want her to think she has to play tennis just because of me. I mean it would be awesome if she did but she can do whatever she wants. I want her to know we will support any dream she has.” He said seriously like he had been thinking about it for a while. You smiled at his thoughts

“She will know trust me. But something tells me she will want to do everything that you do” you laughed, even now Lily wouldn’t take her eyes off of Art. Art smiled looking down at Lily

“She’s perfect... Ready for another?” He smirked

“Not a chance Donaldson I need at least a year” you laughed. Art wanted all the babies he could have with you.

That night long after you and Art had given Lily a bath and put her to bed you and Art found yourself in bed cuddled up talking about anything that came to mind like you usually did before bed. Lately Lily has been the only thing you talk about and that’s okay with the both of you. As if on cue you heard a cry on the baby monitor, you tried getting up but felt Art pinning you down

“No you stay I’ll go babe” he said then kissed your forehead, you just rolled your eyes smiling.

Art walked into Lily’s room quietly making his way to her crib.

“Hey champ what’s going on” he cooed picking the baby up gently and holding her to his chest, Lily still cried

“You’re not hungry, you don’t need your diaper changed so what is it huh champ?” He asked softly swaying her side to side, she still wasn’t calming down. She was usually a very easy baby but every now and then she had her bad nights and Art could tell this was going to be one of them. He thought to himself ways to help his little girl, he walked with, her sang to her, rocked her but nothing worked. Art thought to himself, the room was kind of hot he laid her down to take off her warm footed pajamas and switch to something lighter, he picked her up while she was only in her diaper and she immediately stopped crying. The contact with her dads skin soothed her instantly

“Oh did you just wanna be close to your daddy Lily girl? Is that it?” He smiled patting her back. Art couldn’t believe how much he loved his baby. He looked at the crib and decided he just didn’t have the heart to put her back in it.

You looked at your phone wondering if you should go check on your husband because it had been a while. But then you saw him walk through the door, with Lily sleeping on his bare toned chest.

“What are you doing my love?” You beamed seeing your two favorite people

“She’s having a rough night I couldn’t leave her there all alone. So she’s gonna sleepover” he told you crawling in to bed carefully with the baby still on his chest

“Oh no Lily Jane” you stroked her cheek resting your head on Arts free shoulder. Art was in heaven with both his girls resting on his chest

“I love you y/n. Thank you for giving me this life” he kissed you

“Thank you for being the greatest husband and dad baby. I love you”

All three of you slept peacefully through the night, Art holding both you and Lily close his heart was so full.

[delinquentfiction]

Dancing Lessons With the Radio Demon

Content: Alastor x GN!Reader, no use of y/n, size difference mentions, reader is sleepy, fluff

Word count: 2,076

No trigger warnings

The bed creaks slightly as you turn and wiggle on it, trying to get into a comfortable spot. Unfortunately, despite the pure exhaustion from your day of running errands for the hotel and essentially being the gofer, your brain refuses to allow you to slip into sweet unconsciousness. It has now gotten to that lovely part of restlessness where no matter how you lay, no matter how long you stare at your phone to distract yourself, you cannot get comfortable. At this point there is nothing you can think of but to get up and find something to do and hope that something is enough to help your brain calm down. You don’t care if you fall asleep walking down the stairs as long as you get a wink.

You wrap your blanket around yourself before leaving the bed, not willing to part with it. Once up and walking you felt like one of those edited cat memes with those dumb relatable captions. One of the good things from life that still made it down into Hell. Cats look different down here and look slightly terrifying with their shark-like 4-way opening mouths, but they’re cats nonetheless.

Once in the hall, you somehow feel like you’re stomping and floating at the same time. Not awake enough to be fully aware, but aware enough of how your walking is the only noise being made. At least in the part of the hotel you reside in. As you meander around and approach the grand staircase, you hear the faint sounds of piano and sax playing a slow jazzy tune. Right then you were reminded that there would be only one other person awake at this hour. A person a little too chipper for the state you were in, but at least it would be company.

You recalled how when you were alive people would say that sometimes it would be hard to sleep because your brain feels like it’s in danger and having someone there or having a stuffed animal can help. Things that trick your brain into thinking you’re protected. Would you feel safe around this ever smiling demon? Would the same logic even carry over now that you’re a demon? Well, you’re going to find out.

As you wander up the hotel floors the song becomes louder and the air seems to feel thicker. It’s not as if it’s never been ominous to visit Alastor’s room before, after all you never know what you’ll open his door to see him doing. There’s always that little fear at the back of your head telling you that you know better than to walk right into a lion’s den like this. The feeling that just walking into his room is asking for a contract you’ll regret later but can’t refuse in the moment.

Once you reach his door, everything comes to a halt. Your walking, his music, and even time, seemingly. Did he know you were standing here? Just outside his door? Did you make a noise you didn’t hear but he did? That wouldn’t be unusual for you. Maybe he was simply getting ready to play a different record. ‘Perhaps now is the time to interrupt, then.’

You softly knock on his door and almost immediately the door swings open which causes you to jump back a little in surprise. He looms over you, crimson eyes peering down over a practically glowing sharp grin. You stare up at him, a shy smile slowly creeping onto your face. “Why, good evening! To what do I owe the pleasure of such a late visit?” Alastor greets.

You stutter a bit as you answer. “Ah, good evening! I just couldn’t sleep and I thought that, uh, I should come say hi!”

“Well, this is a very nice visit! I don't get many late-night callers these days; make yourself at home!” He opens his door wider and gestures with a grand swish of his arm for you to come inside.

And you do. As you walk in you glance around his room, wondering what he was up to while listening to his music. Some of his furniture was moved closer to the walls and a fire blazed in his fireplace, growing ever bigger as a breeze came in from the forest half of his room. ‘Huh, didn’t know that there was weather in here. Noted and hoping it never rains.’ With the warmth of the fireplace it feels unnecessary to have a blanket on so you placed it on one of the couches that is pushed to the side.

“I didn’t have much to do tonight so I resorted to getting into the swing of dancing to pass the time.” The red head explains as he made his way to an awaiting record player that looked to have seen better days, but from what you heard on your way here, it did it’s job much better than appearance would lead you to believe. “Would you care to join me, my dear?”

“Join you? Oh, I don’t really know how to-”

“I’m sure you’ll pick it right up! It does get so boring singing and dancing by oneself, and you seem like you need something to pass the time, yourself.” He looks over his shoulder at you, record in hand. His usual big grin had become more of a smirk, as if he knew about your tired wondering.

You nod at him, figuring he just wasn’t going to take a ‘no’ or an ‘I’d rather watch you dance and hang out on your couch’. You step over to the record player and pick up the sleeve the demon got the record out of. Judging by the title, it seemed to be a collection of old hits from the 30’s. None of which you were familiar with. There is a respect that comes with older music since more modern music couldn’t exist without it, however older music just tends to be a bit too slow for your liking. Perhaps you’ve been listening to the wrong songs though, since Alastor doesn’t entirely seem to be the type to enjoy slow music either. At least not on boring nights with guests like tonight.

As you set the sleeve back down where you found it, music started playing from the record player. A bit distorted at first but sounding just as clear and blaring as it was earlier once it had a second to do its thing. A much more energetic tune than earlier begins to play, confirming your earlier suspicions. Alastor leads you to the center of the room where it’s the clearest and stands next to you, offering his hand for you to hold. It was when you comply and take his hand in yours you begin to remember the sheer difference in size between you two. His clawed hand easily swallowed yours and at this closer proximity than normal it felt like he was a tower to you being a cottage.

“Now, all we’re gonna start with is moving side to side like this.” He shifts his weight from foot to foot, keeping his hips loose and going with the motion. You stare for a moment before awkwardly (at least it felt awkward) mimicking the action. “Use the same foot I’m using on my count. 1, 2, 3, 4.” He kept count until you got it and were able to keep up. Simple enough. “Now we’re going to do the same, but vertical. Slightly more tricky, try not to tie your legs together, dear. Outside foot goes back.” It was trickier, and you did lose balance in the beginning, but luckily Alastor didn’t entirely seem to mind it. You guess it would be less bothersome to someone who could lift you with their pinky. You think you got it down and it seems that Alastor thought so too when he directs, “Now we’ll combine them. Bring your outside foot back up, there you go, and rock on your outside foot, inside foot, outside foot rocks back, then rock back to the front foot.”

As soon as you got that down Alastor was off, adding an extra tapping step, throwing in a few kicks for himself, even switching the position so you were holding hands in front of each other. Once in front of the other you could swear that Alastor is staring a bit too intensely. It’s like he is attempting to peer further into your being and get a better read on your soul. What is more jarring is you could swear his eyes flicker to your lips and stay there, but your tired brain isn’t able to confirm for sure that’s what you saw. Honestly, you had no idea what was going on. Trying to focus hard on his steps and mimic and predict them was difficult, especially in your half awake brain. Considering he kept going you figured you were somehow keeping up well enough; you haven’t been looking at his face much, trying to watch his feet.

Your focus retreats entirely once you hear him say something, but as you look up at him you are suddenly stumbling right into a twirl and then into the deer demons’ chest; one clawed hand now on your waist and the other moving your hand to his padded shoulder. Your nose suddenly filled with a pine and metallic smell and your face so close to the crimson fabric of his clothes, it took a second before you realized your feet had been dragged for a second before the both of you weren’t moving.

“I did try to tell you I was going to pull you in, my dear.” His radio filtered voice brought you fully back. You find your footing again and look hesitantly up at his ever grinning face. Alastor is leaning over you, face coming closer until his sharp teeth become a little too close. Just inches from your own lips.

“Sorry.” One of your feet tries to go back so you would be able to create a bit of distance so you could see him properly, but his hand on your waist keeps you solid against him. You instead opt to move your hand from his shoulder to his lapel to keep your stability. ‘Did he just freeze for a second?’

The demons’ grin widens impossibly more, eyes flashing with an unknown emotion. “No need to apologize, my sleepy friend. I’ve found your company to be quite pleasant on this eventful night. Perhaps it’s time to bring this evening to an end.” He suggests. The hand that is still holding yours let’s go and lands on top of yours on his lapel. “ You caught onto the steps very quickly. You do enjoy keeping me on my toes.”

“Thank you.” You reply a bit flatly, your vision starting to unfocus as you stare at your joined hands. You both were just dancing so it makes sense, but somehow the warmth was still causing cogs in your mind to stutter. As if you can’t believe this as anything but a dream. “I think it’s time I head back to my room. I think I’m at the point where I could go into a coma for the next few days.”

He chuckled a bit to himself. “I see that. You look like you’re going to collapse as soon as I let go of you. Tell you what, I’ll send you back to your room if you agree to come back for lessons after supper tomorrow night. A time when you should be more awake. I am so curious to see how you fare fully awake.” You nod your head numbly, just wanting to allow sleep to take you. “Splendid! Have a lovely rest, dear.”

As he snaps the fingers on his free hand, you could feel the floor disappear under you. Before you could drop, Alastor allows you to essentially float for a second while he lifts your hand he had been covering and kisses the back of it. Next thing you know you fall into inky blackness before feeling the familiar softness of your bed. As sleep begins to over take you, you think back upon those final moments and let them sink in. ‘Oh shit.’ The radio demon just kissed the back of your hand. Not to mention, he also now has one of your blankets. Your eyes snap open, and suddenly you didn’t feel tired anymore. ‘God fucking damn it, Alastor.’

[harrywavycurly]

Southern Comfort Part 4: Fiddlesticks

Masterlist: Here

CW: None

A/N: Harry might’ve just fallen in love but who knows? I hope y’all enjoy and this is mainly just giving his side of the phone call✨

Harry rubs at the back of his neck as he looks at the clock in his kitchen as it changes to eight fifty nine, now all he has to do is wait arguably the longest minute of his life before he can hit the call button on your contact page he has ready to go on the screen of his phone. He can’t remember the last time he felt this nervous for a phone call that wasn’t related to his career. He can’t exactly explain why he finds himself wanting to talk to you ever since he wound up with your number three nights ago but he knows it has something to do with the fact he can be himself with you since you don’t know exactly who he is minus the few details he’s given. You accept him and all his little quirks because as he’s learned over the last day or so, you have a few of your own as well. While he wants to try to learn everything there is to know about you he knows it’s not exactly fair since he can’t share everything about himself with you, or at least not yet. He shakes his head to rid himself of the thoughts swirling around in it as he looks at the clock.

Harry reaches for his phone the moment he sees the numbers change to show that it’s finally nine. He puts his thumb over your contact ready to hit the call button when he feels his heartbeat quicken as he sees the words My Texas Tornado flash across his phone screen causing his eyes to go wide as he realizes that you’re the one calling him. He almost drops his phone trying to hit answer while bringing it up to his ear, he gathers himself a bit before he tries to quietly clears his throat.

“Hello-” before Harry can finish his greeting your voice is coming through his phone introducing yourself to him, finally giving him your actual name and he swears he’s never heard a sweeter sound and it takes him off guard making him have to grip the edge of his countertop for support. “It’s lovely to finally uhm meet you but you do know I was set to call you right? You didn’t have to-”

“It’s nice to meet you too sugar plum.” Harry smiles at how thick your accent is, almost like he can picture each word practically rolling off your tongue. “But I did wait five minutes for you to call and then decided I should take things into my own hands.” He looks at his clock and feels his brows furrow when he sees it still says nine in the morning, he looks down at his watch to check if it says the same thing and it does.

“Five minutes? Love it’s just now a minute past nine.” He explains as he runs a hand through his hair and that’s when he hears it for the first time, your laugh. It’s loud but also soft as it hits his ears and swiftly moves to the top of the list of one of his favorite sounds. He feels himself grin as he tries to picture what you look like when you laugh because if the sound is anything to go off of he just knows you look absolutely beautiful when you laugh.

“Oh fiddlesticks I forgot I set my clock five minutes fast so I’m never late to anything.” Harry can’t help but chuckle as you explain yourself. “Don’t you laugh at me Harry that’s not polite and you’re a gentleman remember?” He feels his cheeks get hot when you say his name and he’s very thankful in this moment that he lives alone because he can’t imagine how silly he looks all flush faced and giggly while just standing in his kitchen with his phone up to his ear.

“My apologies love but you just said fiddlesticks how was I supposed to hear that and not laugh?” He asks as he quickly pulls the phone away from his ear so he can put you on speaker before placing it on the counter next to his electric kettle. He hears you let out a huff and then some shuffling and what he can only assume is the sound of a door closing making him raise an eyebrow at his phone.

“Why don’t they make mugs easier to hold while also talking on the phone and trying to lock your front door?” He doesn’t know if you’re actually asking him or not but he likes the way your voice sounds when you’re flustered. “Like I have a purse and all that but you can’t go putting a coffee mug in your purse or that’ll get really messy really quickly.” He hears the sound of your keys jiggling as you place them back into your purse.

“Well they do have those things called handles that are supposed to be good for that sort of thing.” He can practically hear you rolling your eyes and that makes him fight the urge to laugh. “Off to the store?” He asks as he grabs his phone and heads for his living room.

“You have a good memory honeybuns.” Harry smiles and shakes his head at the petname having difficulty picking which one he likes the best now that he’s heard them all in your sweet thick southern accent that he has decided reminds him oddly enough of honey.

“I want to say thank you but in all honesty you did just tell me these plans yesterday.” He admits as he places the phone on his coffee table before sitting on the couch and leaning forward so his elbows are resting on his knees and his hands are clasped together so he can rest his chin on them.

“What time is your meeting?” Harry hears a faint sound of a bell that lets him know you’ve entered a shop of some sort. “Hold on for a moment sugar.” Before he can say anything in response he hears some shuffling and then the sound of someone’s voice saying your name. “Hey Kathy! I’m just seeing how Teddy’s feeling?” Harry leans back so he can get comfortable on the couch as he listens to you talk to Kathy. “Oh bless his little heart.” He feels his face drop at the slight sadness in your voice. “Well let me know if y’all need anything okay? And tell him we miss him in class and can’t wait for him to be back whenever he gets to feeling better.” Harry can just tell by the tone of your voice that you’re being sincere.

“Is Teddy feeling poorly?” He asks once there’s a few moments of silence letting him know your conversation with Kathy was over.

“Is that how you say he’s sick? If so then yes poor Teddy has the flu and just can’t seem to shake it so I’m gonna make him some of my chicken soup and his mom Kathy some banana bread.” Your answer makes Harry wonder if this is something you do all the time, make soup for the sick kids in your class and banana bread for people you know. “You think everyone likes chocolate chips in their banana bread?” Harry chuckles as he hears you let out a huff and the sound of a pen clicks in the background.

“I’d say maybe do half with and half without just to be safe?” He suggests as he looks down at his watch and sees it’s now half past nine. “Have you even made it to the store yet love?” He hears you take a sip of your coffee and he can just imagine you standing in the middle of a grocery aisle with your list and coffee mug in one hand and your phone in the other while contemplating if you should add chocolate chips to the whole pan of banana bread or not.

“I happen to live down the street from my favorite grocery store so don’t worry honey I’ve been here a good ten minutes already.” Harry smiles as he hears you take another sip of your coffee. “What time is your meeting sugar? Are you ready for it? I don’t want you getting your ass kicked and name taken again.” Harry’s head leans back as he laughs causing his hand to fall to his stomach, he can tell by the way your voice has a tinge of worry to it you’re being serious and that’s what makes him laugh even harder because the words you just said don’t match the sincerity of your voice. “If you don’t stop laughing at me I’ll make you add ten dollars to the douche bag jar Harry.” That’s what does it, Harry full on starts cackling as he slaps his hand on his leg and he feels the wetness gathering in the corners of his eyes as he squeezes them closed.

“I’m sorry love.” He tries to sound genuine but he knows it’s no use because he’s still half laughing as he speaks. “You sound so worried but you��re also saying things like kick ass and take names so it’s just a little jarring.” He explains as he hears you drop something into a cart as he tries to get himself together on the couch.

“I just don’t want you to get beat up that’s all.” Harry nods as he wipes at his eyes and takes a few deep breaths finally feeling his laughing fit coming to an end.

“My meeting is at ten thirty and I’m prepared for it don’t worry it’s just a check up to make sure we are on track with things timing wise and I know that we are because oddly enough I’m ahead of schedule with a few things.” He tries to pick his words carefully as he hears you drop a few more things into your cart.

“Oh see now that’s how you flirt with someone sugar plum.” Harry feels his hands get sweaty at your words.

“Saying I’m ahead of schedule does it for you huh?” He hears you make a fake soft whispering moaning type noise and he feels his mouth drop open.

“Oh yeah that’s exactly what does it for me.” Everything in Harry’s mind knows you’re messing with him but that doesn’t stop him from feeling like the wind just got knocked out of him as you tease him causing your accent to sound even thicker as your voice goes lower. “What things are you checking up on in this meeting?” He appreciates you quickly moving the conversation along because he honestly wasn’t sure he was going to be able to do it himself.

“Uh well I’m not-”

“I get it sugar plum you don’t have to tell me.”Harry smiles at how understanding you are as he fumbles over his words. He briefly looks down at his watch and feels his smile instantly drops.

“I’m sorry to have to leave you in the middle of your grocery shop but I’m afraid I have to head off in a minute.” He hears you let out a fake huff of annoyance that makes him chuckle as he stands up and grabs his phone off the coffee table so he can head for his front door where he keeps his car keys and wallet.

“I truly don’t know how I’ll manage the rest of my day without you laughing in my ear but I’ll do my best to get by.” Harry rolls his eyes at your teasing words as he grabs his wallet. “Have a good meeting honeybuns.”

“Thanks love you enjoy the rest of your shopping trip and let me know how your banana bread comes out.” He can practically hear you smile as he speaks while he slips his wallet into his back pocket.

“I will sugar don’t worry.” He hears you drop another item into your cart. “Well go on and say bye and hang up or you’ll never get off the phone.” Harry chuckles at how blunt you are with your honesty because it’s true, if he doesn’t hang up now he’d happily spend the rest of the day on the phone with you.

“Bye love.” With that he hangs up the phone and smiles when he sees your name on his screen before he slides it into his pocket. “I’m so fucked.” He mumbles to himself with a smile as he grabs his keys and heads out the front door.

[esmedelacroix]

Coffee Shop Love Pt.3

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

summary: He's as stern and cold as the snow falling from the sky blanketing the bustling streets of Nueva York, Miguel O'Hara stumbles upon a hidden gem of a coffee shop just around the corner from Alchemax. Only problem is the annoying-as-shit smiley-ass barista.

contents: slow burn, no use of y/n, so much fluff, implied age gap, a teeny smidge of angst, suggestive

author's note: Hi lovies, third part! I'm so happy you all like this series! I really like writing it. Please let me know what you all liked its really helpful! Enjoy...

word count: 1.5k

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt. 5, Pt.6, Pt.7, Sequel: Sweet Tooth

The next morning you got up and got ready to start baking for the morning rush. By the time you got down to the shop your two employees were already baking the muffins and cakes. You said hello and went over the menu for the day. You then started preparing lunch menu ingredients.

Just when you had finished the morning preparation and opened up. You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. Which was weird because no one ever texted you in the morning. You took your phone out and stared at the message that awaited you.

Miguel: Hey could you make my coffee in advance? I'm running late today...

You: Of course, hurry!

Miguel: Maybe sneak a lil muffin in there...?

You: Sugar? Am I speaking to Miguel or an imposter?

Miguel: 😡

You smiled down at your phone. You had texted Miguel last night for a while before going to bed. Older people using emojis always cracks me up. You thought to yourself. You put your phone back in your pocket and made his order. While the morning rush built up to its usual catastrophic storm of angry city folk. Mr. Smith picked up his order and his rent, just when the morning rush was at peak catastrophe and the line was going out of the shop, you saw Miguel pull up to the sidewalk and step out of his car.

You put on your scarf and earmuffs, along with a puffer jacket and gloves before heading outside. If there was one bad thing about you, it's that you were practically allergic to cold weather. You rushed out to Miguel who was leaning against his car. "Hey, I came as fast as I could," you huffed out smiling at him.

"Thank you, Baby—you look warm," he teased. He noticed the way your eyes watered when gusts of wind carried snow. How the snowflakes fell on nose and eyelashes. The way your nose turned a slight shade of pink, he could already guess that if you didn't have those earmuffs on, your little ears would be pink too. Even though you were wrapped in the warmest clothes, you still looked so chilly Miguel was resisting the urge to wrap his arms around you and warm you up properly himself.

"I'm so sensitive to the cold, my hands and feet are always cold," you explained as you held his drink out to him as well as a little brown paper bag. "I packed you a lemon poppyseed muffin, something tells me you'll enjoy it," you said.

"Hmm, I let you know," he hummed looking away. He was obviously a bit embarrassed to be enjoying baked goods. You chuckled to yourself and shook your head.

"Get inside Baby, or you might freeze right where you stand," Miguel chuckled as he ushered you back into the shop.

You waved goodbye and entered the battlefield of morning brews and muffins. It was a long day but you looked forward to the clock finally striking 9 p.m. because you knew Miguel would walk in, probably get stuck in the mistletoe, and say hello.

So he had walked through the door into the empty shop and got caught in the mistletoe while accidentally knocked over the yuletide, your night was finally complete. You never would have thought that a man as intimidating as Miguel would also be so clumsy. But it wasn't his fault that he was incredibly tall and monstrously muscular.

"Miguel, can you stop trashing my shop?" you teased as you walked around the counter to fix your holiday decor. Just when you have adjusted the yuletide, his broad shoulder bumped into a bell and it fell as well.

"Great, now you're throwing stuff at me," you joked giggling at his clumsiness.

"Oh stop it," Miguel said rolling his eyes. The both of you were so lost in the moment of laughter and bliss that you didn't realize that you were standing at the entrance of the store. You both realized and looked above you to see the mistletoe, you felt the heat rise from your chest to your face all the way to your ears.

You had never been this close to Miguel so you never realized that his eyes which you thought were mahogany brown had a slight hint of ruby in them. They were both whiskey and wine while simultaneously being black coffee and velvet cake.

He smelled like sandalwood, vallina, musk, roses, and cedarwood. In short, he smelled better than sex. His scent drugged you and kept you in his trance while swimming in his eyes. You stared at each other far too long for it to be nothing. You finally broke the tension by clearing your throat. "It's too bad you don't believe in Christmas, I'm a really good kisser," you said as you began to walk back around the counter, hoping that he didn't notice how nervous you were. He walked up to the counter visibly not over what had just happened.

"Well, who said I don't believe in Christmas?" he asked.

"I said I haven't celebrated in a while," he explained correcting you.

"Are you just saying that because you want a smooch? So needy," you said shaking your head at him. You handed him his coffee, which you already started to make. Your question made him blush a bit. Cute.

"Don't worry you don't have to answer that question, but you have to tell me if you liked the muffin I made you," you asked with a shy smile.

"It was actually really good. But don't take that wrong way, I still don't like sweet things," he said.

"Yeah sure, anyway I'm going to drop the extras off at the homeless shelter down the road if you want to tag along?" you suggested

"Okay, I don't really have much to do," he replied rubbing the back of his neck.

You were partially asking so he could help load the stuff into your car. How could he blame you? He didn't have all that muscle for nothing. As you both got in the car and drove the short drive to the shelter, you sparked a bit of conversation. "So, I've never seen you around the area, did you just move here?" you asked.

"I moved recently, I actually work at Alchemax, it's not too far away," he explained. You let out an impressed hum.

"Ohh snazzy, what do you do there?" you asked as you taped the wheel rhythmically to the Frank Sinatra Christmas song playing in the background.

"I'm a geneticist," he answered.

"Yeah, I don't know what that is, but I was born and raised here," she said as Miguel laughed at her earlier comment.

"Tell me more," Miguel said under stifled laughter.

"The coffee shop is kind of a family heirloom if you will, it's been around for decades. Naturally, I followed in my parents' footsteps and went to culinary school. But my parents passed away a while ago so I couldn't finish school," she explained.

"Well, I'm sure your parents would be proud. I think you have this coffee thing down to a T," he said, making you smile like an idiot.

"Thank you, Miguel, that means a lot," you said as you pulled up to the shelter. You both got the stuff out of the trunk. You walked in and took it to the front desk where your best friend Estella was. "Hey, Baby—oh? Who's this? Boyfriend? Hookup?" she asked while sizing him up and giving you a nod of approval.

"This is Miguel and um, he's my uh—" you started trying to find the words.

"We're friends," he answered simply. Estella still looked at us suspiciously before letting the volunteers take the goods off our hands.

"Well you two have a great night, and Miguel, she may not look like it but, she likes it rough," Estella teased throwing a wink at Miguel.

"Oh my god, Estella!" you groaned as you walked out with Miguel and got back into the car. The ride was silent until he said, "Rough huh?"

"Please forget she said that," you said smiling sheepishly at the revelation.

"Oh, so you're not going to deny it?" he asked.

"Well, why deny it when it's true?" you said accepting the shame.

You had parked and looked over at his face for a reaction to this information. But nothing, you couldn't read his expression. The two of you spent the rest of the night chatting it up about everything under the sun(or moon). You have learned so much about Miguel.

You learned that he has a brother named Gabriel, his favorite color is red, he prefers chocolate over gummies(wrong opinion), and he absolutely has to keep eye contact when speaking with someone.

As you both continued to bond over Christmas cookies and brews, your moment was interrupted by a buzz from both of your phones. It was an amber alert that read:

[Blizzard Warning! This area til 9:00 PM EST Mon. All citizens must stay indoors. All roads closed]

Next... Pt.4

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Coach Sy part 4 "The Date"

Here it is folks! Sy and Alayna's big first date and other things ;) Enjoy let me know what you think! No I promise I'm not stopping here!!

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, Smut! (p in v) , creampie, Dom Sy

Reblogs and comments are always welcome! all mistakes are mine! it's late and I definitely did not proof read because I was on a roll and excited about posting it! I'm sorry in advance for any grammatical errors

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It was another busy week. We were headed into the second week of October and that meant midterms were right around the corner. And so was fall break. Half of my students were anxious and stressed, they had test anxiety and were worried where this would put them on the class ranking. The others, I couldn’t get them to focus. They had one foot out the door ready for the long weekend, Ready for pumpkin patches and fall leaves. Surely plotting their next instagram post or tik tok or whatever it was they were doing now. 

I actually didn’t see much of Sy during the week, the boys were up against another difficult team this friday so he spent most of his lunches watching tape for practice. We kept things professional when we did run into each other though. It helped that I wasn’t sure how far he wanted to take it after what he’d said saturday. He wanted to be a gentleman. I guess that meant he wasn’t going to kiss me again either until he took me out on a date. I could handle that. But it didn’t mean it wasn’t torture. Logan may be kind and sweet and the perfect gentleman. But he’s also a big fucking tease. And he was doing it on purpose!

I ran into him on Wednesday afternoon in the hallway. I was on my way back in from picking up lunch. He was on his way back to his classroom. He immediately smiled when he saw me

“Well there’s a sight for sore eyes, late lunch darlin?” He asked, leaning against the wall in the hallway. I blushed.

“Hey handsome, yeah, busy afternoon just got the chance to go pick something up.” I responded. Then added “I’ve missed are lunch dates, I haven’t seen much of you this week,” I bit my lip softly waiting for him respond. 

“Yeah, me too, I’d much rather be having you for lunch,” He winked. “But I don’t think that’d be very work appropriate.” He smirked. I felt my face heat up and my eyes went wide. 

“Sy!” I scolded trying so hard to hide my laugh. He cupped the my jaw and brushed his thumb over my cheek. 

“Saturday’s only a few days away Darlin’, I waited over a year for you. Just a few more days and you can see as much of me as you want,” He drawled out chuckling softly. 

My face went completely flush and my heart rate sped up. This had to be what a heart attack felt like. God this man knew what he was doing. My skin felt like it was burning and simultaneously I was puddle on the floor for him. 

“You talk big game for a man that won’t even kiss me,” I teased, finally finding my voice again. I watched him as his eyes flickered behind me and he quickly turned to see if we were alone. 

“I can’t baby, you’re like a drug or something. If I get started with you again I’m not gonna be able to stop. And this aint the right place for that sugar.” He smiled softly. He let his hand fall back to his side. We were in the middle of the hallway surely we couldn’t stand like this forever and not get caught. And he was right. Faculty dating isn’t against the rules. But at the rate we were going we would be fired if we took a step closer to each other right now. 

“I do that much for you?” I asked, unable to hide smile. 

“You do more than that sugar, you’ll see soon enough. I gotta head back to my classroom and get some work done. I’ll see you at the game Friday! You go eat darlin, don’t need you passin out on us,” he gave me one last soft smile before we parted ways and I headed back to my office.  

On thursday night I went to dinner with the girls. And gave them all the details they’d been waiting for. 

“Girl I would have melted! He did not!” Skyler gasped. I laughed and hid my blush behind a sip of wine. 

“And in the middle of the school hallway, you guys are like teenagers,” Hayley shook her head, but smiled. “You better be back by curfew saturday night,” she smirked. I took another bite of the cake we were sharing for dessert and smiled skyler shook her head. 

“I don’t think he plans on taking her back to her house unless he’s staying the night,” She joked. 

“My god you guys can we get through one dinner without discussing my love life,” 

“No, it was non-existent until he came along and we are fully invested. This is better than TV!” Skyler laughed. “Seriously though, I hope you have so much fun saturday night, you haven’t been out on a date in… well a really long time! You deserve this!” 

“He does know you’re like horrible at bowling though right? Like when we used to go in high school your best game was like a 72, you might as well as just dropped it right in the gutter!” Hayley laughed. 

“I tried to tell him! I chuckled. “If anything there will be a lot of laughter. And it’ll be an excuse for him to put his hands on me again.” I wiggled my eyebrows. Hayley rolled her eyes and skyler almost choked on her drink laughing. I love my friends so much! 

Friday felt like it dragged on forever. Sy was busy all day again so I’d only heard from him in his usual “Good morning” text. We were busy in the office starting sign-ups for the first senior college campus field trip, and I skipped lunch so I was starving by the time I packed up my office at the end of the school day. Just as I was about to lock up my office there was a knock on my door. 

I looked up and saw a few of the boys on the football team standing outside of my office. 

“Derek, Matt, Tyler, Can I help you boys?” I smiled. 

“We just wanted to thank you for being at our game last week Ms. P, You’re the best!” Derek spoke first. He was such a sweet kid. He was a shoein for a football scholarship at one of the big universities. 

“Yeah and we heard you were gonna be there tonight too! That’s awesome, Coach says you’re our good luck charm and I think he’s right. No one’s got as much spirit as you!” Tyler laughed. 

“You boys are just trying to butter me up to write your college recommendation letters,” I chuckled. “That’s so sweet of you to say, thank you! I can’t wait to watch you guys play tonight!”

“You rock Ms. Plummer! Oh and uh,” Matt smirked  and stepped out from behind the other two boys I hadn’t noticed he was holding a bouquet of flowers. “Coach sent us to deliver these,” He said extending the vase out to me. 

“Thank you Matt,” I smiled taking them from him and setting them on my desk. “You guys better get home Coach will have your head if you don’t take care of yourselves before the game!” They all smiled 

“We’ll see you tonight Ms. P!” Derek called as they left the office. Shook my head and smiled to my self as picked up the flowers and finally closed up my office. 

Once I got home from work I set the flowers on the counter and noticed there was a little card attached. I pulled off the little envelope and took out the card. 

“Flowers for our gorgeous good luck charm. It’s gonna be a great game! Can’t wait to see you tonight Sugar ;)”  I could feel my cheeks heating up and I smiled to myself. He was too much sometimes. But I loved it. I ate a quick dinner, changed into some jeans and put on Sy’s hoodie I still had from last weekend. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.  I sprayed on a little perfume that he had complimented a while ago. And then headed out the door to get to the game a little early. 

I don’t know why I was trying to impress him. I already had him. But I really enjoyed having his attention. And I missed it so much this week while he was busy. The spot next to his truck was open so I parked next to him. It was starting to feel natural. I liked it. It felt like we belonged together. I shook my head. I was getting ahead of myself. 

When I headed toward the field I found him immediately. He was standing on the sidelines talking with the other coaches while the boys were warming up. I walked along the fence that ran along the outside of the track and stood leaned against it waiting for him to see me. One of the other coaches saw me first and smirked. He sent me a little wink before he nudged Sy and nodded in my direction. Sy raised his eyebrow and turned to see what Nick was looking at. I smiled and and waved shyly. “I’ll be back, Nick get the boys started on the next defensive drill, I want ‘em good and focused tonight!” He said barely looking back to catch his assistant coaches response before he strode over to the fence giving me a toothy grin. 

“Hello beautiful,” He smiled as he leaned his hip against the fence. 

“Hey handsome, looks like the boys are in good shape for the game tonight!” I said. He looked out at the field and watched them for a minute and nodded. 

“Yeah, we’re lookin’ even better now that our good luck charm is here. The boys couldn’t wait to give you your flowers.” He chuckled, turning back to face me. 

“Yeah? I’m sure THEY couldn’t,” I smirked. “Thank you they were beautiful, and the card was sweet Sy, you didn’t need to do that.” 

“Gentlemen always, sends flowers on the first date,” He teased. 

“Yeah but it’s not until tomorrow,” I joked. 

“Okay, so maybe I felt bad that i’ve been a little busy this week, just wanted you to know that I’m eager to see you again. I’m always thinking about ya,” he smiled

“Sy,” i blushed

“It’s true, I’m always thinking about your pretty little smile. And those lips.” He paused “The way you taste. And those tits,” He smirked wiggling is eyebrows. 

“Oh my god,” I blushed and folded my arms against the fence hiding my face. “You are ridiculous!” I mumbled against my sleeve. He chuckled. 

“Is that my sweatshirt?” He asked raising an eyebrow. I lifted my head to meet his gaze biting my lip softly. 

“It might be.” I said shyly. 

“So you’ve been thinking about me too,” He smirked. 

“It’s kinda hard not too,” I admitted. He smiled and holding my gaze for a moment before looking back at the field, then behind me at the bleachers. 

“It’s probably not appropriate for us to show PDA around the students like this huh?” He said sadly, “I wanna kiss you so bad,”

“Well, it is technically after work hours, and theres no harm in a good luck kiss.” I smiled batting my eyelashes playfully. 

“I like the way you think Darlin,” He smirked cupping my jaw tilting my face up and pressing his lips to mine softly. We stayed like that for a few seconds breathing each other in. It’d been a long week. Finally we pulled away when one of the players whistled from the sidelines. Sy chuckled and shook his head. 

“Good luch coach.” 

They didn’t need it, the boys played amazing. The predictions would be that this would be a close scoring game, but our team shut them out. The final score was 54 to 10. They had 4 straight consecutive wins this season. They were undefeated so far and if they won again next week it would be the first time in 15 years we’d headed into an undefeated season. Sy was really soaking it up after the game. 

“Well look at you Cowboy.” I smiled waiting against my car as he walked out to his truck after everyone had cleared out. “You’re famous around here now.” 

“Nah, the boys deserve all the credit, they’re the ones putting in the work.” He said humbly. 

“I saw you celebrating you out there, You love this!” I grinned, looking up at him as he stopped right in front of me. “You’re a damn good coach, they wouldn’t be this good without you,” I put my hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder pulling him closer. 

“With a beauty like you cheering us on we’re unstoppable baby,” He said softly grabbing my belt loops and pulling me against him kissing me roughly. I let him bit my lip and slip his hands down to squeeze my ass before I pulled away and pushed him back softly with my hand on his chest. 

“Slow down Tiger, you haven’t taken me out yet remember?” I smirked. He groaned dropping his head to my shoulder breaking heavily against my neck. “Whats got you all riled up captain?

“You showing up in my hoodie, kissing me like that, acting all shy,  you’re such a tease baby,” he growled. 

“Me? And your little stunt in the hallway this week wasn’t teasing? I couldn’t focus for the rest of the day! And I couldn’t kiss you then!” I pouted. He smirked. 

“Yeah I guess that wasn’t fair was it?” He brushed my hair back away from my face and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Okay, we better get out of here before I try and take you home with me again,”

“One more day Logan, you did this to yourself!” I winked. “It’ll be worth it.” He chuckled.

“I’ll pick you up around 7:30 for dinner, the bowling thing starts at 9 is that okay?” He asked. 

I nodded “That sounds perfect Sy! I’ll see you then,” I said walking  around to the drivers side of my car and opening the door. 

“Get home safe, Text me when you get home.” He said as he got in his truck. 

“I will!”

The next day I was so anxious. Logan and I had been out together before but this was different. I could barely eat I was so nervous. I sat around trying to get some housework done, but I couldn’t even nervous clean. So I sat down and tried to get some reading done, but then there was a spicy scene in the book I was reading and, well my mind wandered to Sy and I was nervous all over again. Finally 6 o’clock rolled around and I let myself start to get ready. I pulled on a pair of tight jeans I hoped he’d like. Not that it would matter. By the end of the night I knew  they’d be off.  I put on a dark green v neck. I’ve noticed he seems to like that color. We would eventually have to switch to bowling shoes so I just put on a pair of converse and paced while I tried to figure out what to do with my hair and how much make up I should do. Then I panicked again because, Should I pack a bag? 

It’s very likely I’ll end up at his place again. Unless he doesn’t want me to stay over. I don’t want to assume. Maybe I should text him. No because I didn’t want him to know I was thinking about what we’d be doing later. But I was. And I’m sure he was. This was Ridiculous. I picked up my phone and sent a quick text. 

“Do gentlemens let their ladyfriends sleepover on the first date?” I sent. That sounds so stupid, He’s gonna think your stupid. He’s literally gonna call you and cancel the whole thing. My phone buzzed and I jumped a little lost in thought and anxiety. 

“When they’re lucky enough to have a date as sexy as you they do ;)” He replied. Okay so maybe I’m not stupid. 

“Would it be unladylike and presumptuous for me to be prepared for said occasion?” I texted back. Instead of texting my phone rang. I answered him quickly

“Hello?” I giggled. 

“Hey Darlin’ I was just getting ready to come pick you up and I was thinking, Do you wanna stay at my place tonight?” I could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“Sy,” I chuckled “You didn’t have to.” he shushed me. 

“Listen baby, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but the way we’ve been going at it this week, I figured I may as well formally ask.” He was holding back laughter.

“I’d be honored to stay with you tonight, I’ll pack a back,” I teased.  He chuckled 

“Good girl, I’ll see you in 20 baby,” we hung up and bit my lip shaking my head to myself. He was so damn cute! I finished getting ready and threw a few overnight essentials in a bag. Just as I was double checking everything there was a knock on my door. I grabbed my purse and bag and opened the door to see Sy with another bouquet of flowers and a big grin. 

“Hey gorgeous! You ready?” He smiled. I nodded. 

“Yeah! Those for me?” I blushed. 

“Told ya, Gentleman always brings flowers on the first date.” He smirked proud of himself. They were a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses. 

“Your momma raised a good man!” I smiled. “They’re beautiful, I’ll go put these in some water and we can go!” After I found a vase and set them on the counter next to last nights flowers we left for dinner. He took me to a local burger joint. It reminded me of one of the restaurants in Grease. He’d genuinely put thought into this! We ate dinner and even shared a milkshake. 

“You’re such a dork!” I laughed when he leaned across the table to take a sip. 

“You like it or  you wouldn’t keep me around,” He joked. 

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” He laughed and his eyes flickered to my lips. 

“Hold still sugar,  you got a little something,” He took his thumb and swiped the ice cream off my bottom lip and then brought it to his lips sucking it off. I swallowed hard and bit my lip “Got it,” He winked. 

“Mmhmm, you did,” I stuttered. 

After he paid for dinner he drove us to the bowling alley and we got set up on a lane for the night. We also got a little wrist band for the bar. “I”m gonna go get a beer sugar you want anything?” He asked. 

“I’ll take a wine cooler, whatever they got!” I smiled. I set up our screen putting our names on the board and started our first game. I felt him wrap his arm around my waist and he pulled me close pressing a kiss to my neck. 

“You ready?” he asked handing me my drink? I nodded biting my lip and trying to control my breathing. I didn’t want him to know how easy it was for him to make me lose my mind. He chuckled and kissed my cheek letting go of me and picked up his ball.

Sy was up first and I watched as he stepped up to the lane. He drew his arm back and let the ball come forward dropping it perfectly in the middle He hit all but two pins in the far left. Of course he was good at this. “Damn Sy, I didn’t realize you were a professional at every sport.” I joked. He chuckled. 

“A couple buddies and I used to play on a league in high school. It’s been a while.” He picked up his ball again when it came back through and stepped up to the line again and it spiraled down and curved perfectly knocking down the last pins.  “Guess I still got it!” He smirked. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink. I grabbed my ball and stepped up to the line. Well, I’ve made myself look stupid before and he’s still here so, here’s to embarrassing myself! I threw the ball and it dropped hard immediately rolling toward the right gutter. I sighed heavy and dropped my head in shame. I could hear Logan trying not to laugh. 

“Shut up,” I said when I turned around waiting for my ball. 

“That was a good try,” He snickered. 

“I’ll get the next one!” I said confidently. I did not. This one rolled more to the left skated along the edge and knocked down two pins. I winced but laughed at myself when I turned around. 

“You hit em that time!” I laughed. 

“We can’t all be perfect like you Sy!” I joked. He shook his head his chest shaking with laughter. 

“I can help you if you want,” He smiled sweetly. I wasn’t going to give into him that easily. Not yet. 

“No! I can do it,” I said stubbornly.  He just laughed. We went on like that for a while. The next turn He bowled a strike. I knocked down 4. He picked up another spare. I got 6. He got another strike. I threw another gutterball. When it was my turn again I downed the rest of my drink and stood up grabbing the ball. I walked up to the line and stood their for a second. I stared at the pins and the turned back towards Sy and pouted. 

“Okay I give up, help,” He smiled standing up from the table and walked up behind me. 

“Come here baby, Stand a little more to the right of center.” He moved us over and grabbed my hip so I was completely pressed against him. He slowly ran his hand down my arm gently grabbing my wrist. Guiding it back to show me how to throw the ball. He was saying something but I honestly couldn’t hear the instructions he was giving over my heartbeat pounding in my ears. “Just like that and let it go okay.” he smiled. I nodded and he guidded me again helping me throw the ball. This time I knocked down all but one. “Thats my girl!” He said spinning me around and kissing me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders kissing him back. He pulled away quickly and smiled. “I knew you could do it.” We finished the first game and of course Sy had Won. He got me another drink and he switched to water so he could drive us home.  The second drink was starting to hit and I kept calling him over to help me and teasing him by pressing my ass against him everytime he was behind me. At the end of the last game he was behind me helping me throw again. I was definitely a little buzzed. 

I pressed my ass against him grinding against him to  whatever song was playing on the old jukebox. But he was done with my teasing. He growled in my ear squeezing my hip tight. And after I let go of the ball he turned me around crashing his lips to mine. I smirked when we pulled away. “What do you think you’re doing darlin, hmm?” he smirked.

“Just having fun Sy,” I ran my hand down his chest and his stomach. He grabbed my wrist stoppinig me before I could get any further. I pouted. “Buzzkill,” He shook his head. 

“You’re in for it when we get home darlin, don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” we left the bowling alley and got back in the truck. I was  so excited for him to get us home. 

“Such a naughtly little girl teasing me in public like that. You like misbehaving don’t you,” He growled when we were on the main road back home. His hand had been on my thigh the whole drive. His fingertips softly massaging the inside. 

“I think you like it when I do,” I teased. I reached over and ran my had across his lap and smirked when I felt the bulge in his jeans. I playfully squeezed him and he cursed under his breath. 

“What am I gonna do with you.” He groaned. He pulled into his drive way and threw it into park. He jumped out and ran to my side of the truck. I had just enough time to unbuckle my seatbelt before he pulled me out and threw me over his shoulder. 

“Sy!” I laughed. He smacked my ass. 

“You asked for this sugar!”  He carried me into the house and took me straight to his bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach. I squealed playfully as he pulled down my jeans and panties tossing them to the side. “You wanna be a brat and misbehave. You’re gonna learn baby.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack on my ass. “Bad girls get punished.” I could feel myself dripping already. God it was like he was straight out of a romance novel. But he was real. This was happening. He gave a hard slap to the other cheek and I whimpered. He rubbed over it soothing it gently. “You like this don’t you, when I take control?” I moaned inresponse. 

“Words sugar,” He smacked my ass again and I yellped not ready for it. 

“Yes Sir!” I choked out. 

“That’s my good girl, now stay just like that, Ive been dying to bend you over all week.”  I heard him unzip his jeans and then felt him press the head of his cock against my folds. He didn’t give me time to adjust this time. He just slammed into me. 

“Fuck Sy!” I moaned as he started a relentless pace. He tangled his fingers in my hair as he fucked me from behind pulling me up against his chest. 

“I love when your like this, when you’re so needy for me. You’ve been aching for my cock all week. And You’d do anything to get it.” I blushed. Fuck he was right. I moaned as he thrusted harder. 

“Say it,” he growled in my ear. 

“Mm fuck I need your cock Logan,” I moaned. I heard him groan and felt his fingers pressing against my clit as he reached around to help me reach my climax. 

“I know baby, and you needed me to make you cum didn’t you, I’m gonna let you cum baby all you have to do is ask.” It felt so fucking good. He was so intense. His words his motions. The things he was doing to me was too much. 

“Please Sy,” I begged.

“Please what baby?” He smirked as his thrusts became sloppy. I groaned feeling it build up inside me. 

“Please let me cum!” I moaned. He Pushed me back down so my face was against the mattress and grabbed my hips thrusting into me. 

“Let go baby, I gotcha, I’m right here baby, cum for me. “ his name tumbled from my lips as my walls clenched around him and I reached my climax. He wasn’t far behind. A few more thrusts and he was cumming inside me. Growling in my ear telling me how good I was. 

“Fuck,” He breathed pulling out and laying on the bed next to me. He pulled me on top of him, combing his fingers through my hair. “Well, I’d say that went well,” He smirked. I shook my head trying to catch my breath. 

“You’re an idiot.” I laughed. 

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Let Me Read To You ~ Chapter 4 (Agatha x Rio Bookstore AU)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Summary:

It's been about four months since Rio and Agatha started their relationship and both of them want to move in with one another. However, neither of them know how to bring up the topic

Notes:

Hey everyone! I got a fluff chapter for y'all cause lowkey too many of these chapters have had smut in them so here's some good ol' wholesome fluff lol

“Do you want another round my love?” Rio asked, getting up and taking the two empty beer bottles in front of them. They had been together for four months now and they decided to go out with the lesbian book club to a gay bar. “Yes please, thank you baby” Agatha said, reaching up to kiss her girlfriend on the cheek. “Wow,my love? You two are getting serious” Jen said as Rio was walking away. “What can I say, can't help the lesbian urges” Agath said, giggling. “So when are you two gonna actually lesbian it and get a U-Haul?” Alice asked, taking a sip of her drink. “Hopefully soon, it doesn't make sense anymore now that Rio is practically at my house almost everyday, I even quit my job to help her out with the bookstore” Agatha said with a huff. “No wonder I never see you home anymore before three, hopefully she's not working you too hard” Jen said while picking up her own drink. “Actually it's the opposite, I feel Rio doesn't let me do enough but I get it. It's her store after all” Agatha said, playing with her hair. “ Here you go baby,” Rio said, setting down a beer in front of Agatha. “Thank you sweetheart” Agatha said in return, caressing Rio's hand. “So do you guys think Lilia is actually gonna come or?” Alice said, looking around for their friend. “She said she was bringing the teen so you know how long it takes for him to get ready” Jen said with a huff. “Teen?” Agatha questioned, taking  a sip of her beer. “Lilia’s nephew, William. He likes hanging out with us plus I think of him almost like a gay adopted son to our lesbian coven” Rio told her with a giggle. “We’re here! Sorry someone here took forever” Lilia said, taking a seat at the table where all the ladies were. “Finally, I’m assuming the teen was taking his sweet time,” Jen said, looking next to Lilia to see him taking a seat as well. “No, Eddie kept texting me and distracting me” he said, checking his phone to see if his boyfriend was still sending him texts. “Oh also, this is Agatha, she’s not that new to the group but you’ve been too busy with school to visit your lesbians moms” Alice pointed out, laughing as Jen nudged her to behave. “Oh hi! I’m William!” the teen exclaimed, putting out his hand to shake. “Oh god you really are gay” Agatha said as she shook his hand. The entire group laughed as William was shocked by Agatha’s joke. 

It was after a good while that the group called it and all went their own ways. Rio and Agatha carpooled with Alice and Jen so that way they didn’t have to take so many cars. “So, it seems like you and William got along,” Jen said, looking back at Agatha. “He’s a good kid, good to see he has a lot of female role models in his life” Agatha replied, still a little tipsy from all the beers she drank. Rio couldn’t help but laugh at Agatha’s state as she rolled down the window to smoke a cigarette. Agatha rolled down her own window and nudged Rio to let her smoke a bit. “So any other plans for you two for the rest of the weekend?” Alice asked, changing the song on the radio. “Walk Nicholas in the park, I was thinking of letting him stay in the store for a bit. I know how much he loves running around and looking through the bookshelves” Rio said, looking over at Agatha, looking for her approval. “Mmm that sounds good, just make sure to keep an eye on him, he’s been into trying to climb things lately” Agatha said with a groan. “Oh god he’s a climber?” Jen exclaimed. “Yup, he tried to get on top of the tv the other day” Agatha said, pinching the bridge of her nose thinking about it. “My dad always said boys are either climbers, runners or diggers,” Rio said, looking over to Agatha and rubbing her back. “I guess it’s not that bad then, at least he isn’t a runner” Agatha told her giggling. As Jen parked the car they all bid their goodbyes, leaving Agatha and Rio to go back to their house. Well technically just Agatha’s house, for now. As Rio opened the door she greeted the babysitter and paid her since Agatha was still a bit too tipsy to argue with her. Rio helped Nicholas to bed, leaving Agatha to lie down on the couch for a minute. As Rio returned she sat next to Agatha, laying her head on her shoulder and playing with her fingers. “Rio?” Agatha asked, turning her head to look at her. “Yes my love?” Rio replied, looking up to meet her eyes. “Move in with us” Agatha said, staring into her eyes. “Sure,” Rio told her with a giggle. “I’m serious, you basically live here. Let’s just uhaul already” Agatha said to her with a pout. “I know you are, I’m just giggling because Jen and Alice have been pushing me to ask you” Rio told her, kissing away her pout. “They were pushing me to ask you too today,” Agatha said, kissing Rio’s head. “You sure you don’t want to run it by Nicky first though?” Rio asked, brushing away Agatha’s hair from her face. “Nah, he likes you too much, if anything he’s sad everytime you leave. Oh wait! Actually, there’s something I wanted to show you” Agatha said, getting up and going to the kitchen.

When Agatha came back, she had a  piece of paper and showed it to Rio. At first she was confused by it but then looked at it to see it was a drawing. It was a drawing of her, Agatha and Nicholas all together holding hands. However, when Rio saw what was written above them, tears came instantly to her eyes. Above the two of them he wrote “mommies”, which just made Rio emotional. She was never really one to think about having a family but with Agatha it all came so easily. “Aw baby, this is adorable” Rio told Agatha, giving Agatha a bear hug. “There’s no way Nicholas wouldn’t want you living here with us” Agatha told her, cradling her head. 

It took a full day but they were able to move all of Rio’s belongings over to Agatha’s. She even gave Rio her office since there was no point of having it anymore now that she was working at the bookstore. Rio made it her writing and indoor plants space, she always loved having a witchy vibe when it came to her spaces. “God you’re such a good decorator my love” Agatha said, breath taken from how beautiful the office had become. “What can I say, it’s a passion of mine” Rio said giggling, kissing Agatha on the cheek. “Mommy why boxes?” Nicholas asked, running into the room. “Well baby, Rio is going to be living with us from now on. She won’t have to leave as often” Agatha told him while picking him up. “Mama staying with us? YAY!!!” He screamed a bit too close to Agatha’s ear as she moved him slightly away from her body. Rio came closer and grabbed the boy from her. “Mhmm, I get to stay here with you and your mommy, are you ok with that Nicky?” She questioned, making sure the boy was stable in her arms. Nicholas didn’t say anything but nodded his head and put his arms around Rio’s neck, hugging her closely. Agatha couldn’t help herself and snuck a picture since she knew how much Rio hated taking pictures. “Hey Nicky, how do you feel about getting ready for bed” Agatha said, caressing her son’s back. “Can I sleep with you and mama tonight?” he asked, looking up at Agatha. “Sure buddy, whatever you want” Rio told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you,” Agatha whispered. As Agatha got Nicholas tucked in she went into the bathroom where Rio was getting ready for bed herself. “Thank you for everything Rio, I love you” Agatha told her, coming from behind and hugging her. “Of course baby, I love you too” Rio told her after spitting out her toothpaste into the sink. “Now com’on, I’m tired from packing and unpacking all day” Rio said while turning and giving Agatha a quick kiss. The both of them got in bed, hugging Nicholas who was already asleep between the two of them. They drifted off to sleep with the thoughts of them finally becoming a family. Rio hadn’t written in a while but now she dreamt of ideas for her next book of fiction. A witch who falls in love with death despite all odds. A world in which A covenless witch and lady death herself form a coven but most important of all, a family. 

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Part 5.1: Y/N Henderson's Day Off

Tuesday, March 14th, 1989

"Oh, fuck! Fuck! Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" Eddie hears you shouting frantically as he wakes up this morning. His eyes pry themselves open, squinting to see what you're up to. You're putting your clothes on in a panic, clumsily rubbing deodorant under your arms and brushing your hair in a rushed manner. 

He glances at the clock, which reads 10:08am. Shit. "Oh, no. I forgot to set the alarm. I'm so sorry, baby." Eddie says sleepily, sitting up in bed to look at you.

"It’s not your fault. I should've made sure you did.” You shake your head at him, refusing to let him take the blame. “Fuck! I'm so fucking late! Mom's gonna have a cow!" You groan as you shove your extra belongings into your bag, running to the bathroom to finish getting ready. Eddie slips on some jeans, following behind you. He finds you gripping the sink nervously as you brush your teeth, meeting your eyes in the mirror. "Would you mind getting dressed, please? We have to go, like, right now." You practically bark at him with the toothbrush in your mouth.

He places his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them with care. He peers at you in the reflection, smiling warmly. "Y/N, you need to relax. It's one day. You're already late, there's no changing that. So, just take your time, 'kay? Or...if you want, we can call you in sick and you can spend the day with me." Eddie smirks, tempting you to play hooky.

"I really shouldn't, Eds. Don't you have things to do today?" You question, spitting toothpaste into the sink and rinsing your brush.

"Well, yeah. Just a couple deals, and picking up your bike. No work, though.  We could watch the other videos I rented, too." He pulls your hair to the side, gingerly kissing your neck.

"Eddie, you know I love spending time with you. I'm just worried that if I skip once for you, it might become a bad habit." You turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "It's hard enough to say no to you as it is. If you offer things like that all the time, it'll become impossible." You can't help being a bit scared of Eddie's idea. You've always been told that skipping school is one of the worst things you could do. He's already got such a hold on you, it oddly feels like you're disobeying him.

"Sweetheart, I'm not gonna derail your future with one fake sick day. I promise you, I'm not making this a habit. I wouldn't do that, because I know school is important to you. Ya know, I may be the town degenerate, but do you really think I wanna drag you down with me?" Eddie looks into your eyes meaningfully, driving home the fact that he cares about you. That he wouldn't jeopardize your grades just so he can spend time with you.

"I guess that's not a very kind thing for me to think, is it?" Your eyes fall to your feet, feeling silly about the whole thing. What's one day, really? Sure, you'll have make-up work to do, but that's easy. "Alright, I'll call in. But only this one time, I mean it!" You point a stern finger in his face. He playfully tries to bite it, but you snatch it away. You go to the phone and quickly dial the college front desk, trying your best to sound sick as you tell them you won't be in today. You're struck by a pang of guilt after the call. Mom would hate that you're doing this. You don't like being dishonest, but Eddie insists it won't kill you. You can always trust him, right?

"All set?" Eddie asks as you put the phone back on the hook. You just nod, conflicted about your feelings. He sighs. "It'll be fine, darling. I promise. Now, how about I cook you some breakfast? I make some killer French toast." He offers, gesturing toward the kitchen.

You silently walk to the small dining table, and Eddie follows behind you. He opens the fridge to retrieve some eggs, setting to work at making you both some food. There's a radio sitting on the windowsill above the sink, and he clicks it on to a rock station. His back is to you, and he’s intently waiting for you to speak. "Do you cook a lot, Eds? I never took you for a chef." You ask as he cracks some eggs open into a bowl.

"Nah, not really. I only know how to make this, and spaghetti. But I doubt you want pasta for breakfast." He replies jokingly, making you giggle.

"Definitely not. But, you also know how to make a great PB&J. Don't forget that one." You politely point out. He nods in agreement, beating the eggs with a fork.

"How many pieces of toast do you want?" He asks over his shoulder.

"Um, three should be enough." You don't exactly have much of an appetite, you're still mentally kicking yourself for taking the day off.

"Comin' right up, baby." He heats up a pan on the stove, dropping some butter into it. It sizzles and melts, and he dips the first piece of bread into the egg mix. You watch him cook, admiring how he looks from behind. He's still topless, so you stare at the muscles in his back as they move. His jeans hug his ass perfectly, the waistband of his boxers sticking out slightly. You're tempted to get up and wrap your arms around his waist, but it’s probably best to stay out of his way. You figure you can keep your hands to yourself for a few minutes, and you don't want Eddie to burn himself if you catch him by surprise.

No words come to mind for you to keep up a conversation, leaving to enjoy one another’s company in silence. You listen to the radio, letting your mind drift into daydreams about what you and Eddie might do together in the future. Long drives, going to the movies, him helping you make a character for D&D, the list goes on. You could easily spend every waking moment with him, maybe even the rest of your life. However, that's a conversation for another day. It's way too soon to discuss a long-term relationship, but you've never felt like this about anyone before.

"Drifting off again, I see. Shit, I oughta call you 'Sputnik' with how often you space out." Eddie says in your ear as he lowers your plate onto the table. You jump in your seat, your knee hitting the underside of the table. He chuckles, taking the seat across from you. "Sorry, princess. Just don't want your food to get cold. You're very cute when you're daydreaming, though."

"Thanks, Eds. And thank you for the food, it's really sweet of you." You gaze at him from the other end of the table, reaching your foot underneath it to rub against his. He smirks at you, letting your feet play below the two of you while you eat. You pick up your fork and cut into the French toast, gathering a large bite before bringing it to your lips. It's dripping in syrup, almost getting onto your shirt as you take it in your mouth. When it hits your taste buds, you can't help the slight moan you let out. The toast is perfectly buttery, and you taste cinnamon as well. Mixed with the sweet syrup, it's possibly the best breakfast you've ever had.

"What do you think?" Eddie asks, winking at you as his foot continues to battle lazily with yours.

You can't help blurting out immense praise for his cooking. "It's so fucking good, Eds! Probably the best I've ever had." You dive back in for another bite, and another, ravenously devouring your entire plate. You hope you don't look too disgusting, eating like this. But Eddie seems to take it as a compliment.

"That good, huh? I can make more if you want." He offers as you bring the final bite into your mouth.

You chew rapidly, swallowing hard. "No, this was plenty. Really good, though." You smile at him, a drip of syrup rolling down your chin.

"God, you're such a mess. C'mere." Eddie chuckles as he beckons you to him. You get out of your chair, standing beside him. He grabs your hips, bringing you down onto his lap. You instinctively put your arms around him, sitting down sideways. His face is so close to yours, you can't help the hoard of butterflies rumbling around inside you as his breath fans over you. His eyes flick to yours, then to your chin. He leans in, licking the syrup away. His tongue travels upwards to your lips, and he kisses you passionately. His grip on you tightens, and you can feel him growing hard beneath you.

Your mouths move together roughly, tongues and teeth gnashing in a battle for dominance. Eddie's just about to win the fight, when his uncle walks through the front door of the trailer. "Mornin', kiddos." Wayne calls, not noticing the position you're in. You quickly break away, trying to conceal your heavy breathing. You stay on Eddie's lap, however, the position alone isn't vulgar in itself. Although, Eddie's erection suggests otherwise. "Did ya sleep alright?" Wayne asks you. He looks tired, his shift at the plant hasn't been kind to him.

"Yes, sir! Like a log!" You say, blushing at how cheesy that sounds.

"Glad to hear it, Y/N. And please, call me Wayne. I ain't nobody special enough to be called 'sir'." Wayne chuckles, pleased to see you and Eddie cuddled up together in his kitchen. Young love is a good look on his nephew.

"Oh, okay. Wayne." You correct yourself, laying your head on Eddie's shoulder.

"How'd work go, Wayne?" Eddie asks, watching his uncle sit in his recliner to unlace his work boots.

"Ah, ya know, usual bullshit. They laid off ‘bout twenty fellas last night, claimin' a recession or some shit. They also say there'll be more by the end of the season." Wayne says sullenly, sighing. You can't help being worried about him, and you look at Eddie to see his reaction. He appears about the same, his eyes pointing down at the floor. You figure he's pondering what might happen if Wayne is let go, too.

“I can help out with money if you need it. It's the least I can do, since you took me in and all." Eddie suggests, eager to help. But Wayne's expression quickly changes from melancholy to frustration.

"Now, you listen here, boy. I've told ya once, and I'll keep tellin' ya. You don't need to do that. You got your own life to worry about, and I ain't gonna take any fuckin' charity either. I'm not on that 'ol choppin' block just yet. And even if I do end up there, I'll find another shit job just fine. I don't wanna hear another word of this, ya hear me?" He scolds his nephew good and proper, unwilling to take a single cent from him. It wouldn’t be right.

Your eyes widen, taken aback by his sudden aggravation. You can understand though, Wayne seems like a man who prides himself on being independent. He reminds you of yourself, unwilling to let others help you, even if you might need it.

Eddie nods his head, feeling guilty for even suggesting that his uncle can't do just fine on his own. It's not what he meant to do, but a man of Wayne's disposition doesn't take kindly to being treated like a charity case. "Alright, I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again." He says quietly, and you notice his eyes pricking with tears.

"You're damn right. Now, I'm goin' to bed. Try to keep the noise down, alright?" He pulls out the roll-up mattress from the corner of the room, undoing the clasps to lay it out on the floor. He snatches a blanket from the couch, laying down aggressively. He huffs, trying to get comfortable.

You glance at Eddie again, you notice he’d tensed up as Wayne spoke a moment ago. You kiss his cheek, leaving his lap. You grab the empty plates, quietly rinsing them off in the sink to be washed later. You click the radio off, letting his uncle have some quiet while he rests. You return to Eddie’s side, rubbing his shoulder. "Baby, let's go to your room, hm? You gotta get dressed." You suggest in a whisper. He stands wordlessly, the chair scraping on the floor. He begrudgingly follows you down the hall, slouching onto the bed once you're in his room again. You close the door silently, leaning against it. “Baby, what's wrong?" You ask cautiously, not wanting to upset him further.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." Eddie sniffles, sadness lacing his voice. You take a seat beside him, holding his hand in yours. He glances at your joined hands, but he won't look directly at you.

"Baby, please. I can tell what Wayne said upset you, and I understand why. Talk to me. I'm here for you." You squeeze his hand to reassure him. He clears his throat, preparing to speak.

"I just一" His voice shudders a moment, and he struggles to keep his composure. "I'm just worried about him, ya know? I know he can take care of himself, but what if he does get laid off? And what if he can't find work? We could get the electric and water shut off, or worse. We could lose our home." Frustrated tears fall from his eyes, but he continues. "But no matter how much I offer to help, he just won't take it. He's the only one in my family that wanted to take me in after Mom died and Dad ended up in prison. Nobody wanted 'Eddie, the problem child'. Wayne didn't give it a second thought. He’s taken care of me the best he can, and I just want to repay him for that. But the stubborn fucker won't let me." He finally meets your gaze, his large brown eyes glistening and red. Your chest tightens with sympathy, heartbroken to see Eddie so upset. You didn't previously know the exact circumstances of Eddie's living arrangements with his uncle, it’s apparently something Eddie kept close to the chest. You, of all people, can understand why.

"Oh, Eddie. Come here, baby." You pull him to you, hugging him tightly. He clings onto you, letting the sobs leave him once he can hide his face against your shoulder. "Darling, I promise everything will be okay. It's good that you care so much." You stroke his hair as you speak, trying to calm him down. "You don't have to worry. Like he said, he still has a job. Yes, that could change, but it's unlikely you'll end up on the street, okay? Honestly, if it came down to it, you could both come live at my house. I'm sure I'm not the only one who would welcome you into their home, either. But I'm also sure it won't be necessary." You continue to caress Eddie's hair, rocking him side to side in your arms. His sobs dissipate, his breathing steadying gradually. You feel a damp spot on your shirt from his tears, but you don't mind. All that matters is making him feel better about his worries. He’s handled yours so well, you'd made the assumption that he didn't have any of his own. You feel selfish for thinking so, but how could you know when he hadn't told you? 

He sits up, wiping his eyes with his palms. He smiles weakly at you. "Guess it was my turn to bring on the waterworks." He scoffs, sniffling again.

"It's alright, Eds. I'm glad you told me. I know that wasn't easy for you, but it brings us closer together. I want to be there for you, the way you are for me." You grab his hand again, bringing it to your lips to place a soft kiss to it. He exhales heavily, watching as you lead a trail up his arm with your mouth. You kiss his wrist, up to his forearm, stopping at his elbow. "Should I keep going?" You ask, not wanting to push him if he's not up for being touched.

"Please." He replies, barely above a whisper.

"Lay down, baby." You scoot over, allowing Eddie to rest his head on the pillow. You straddle him, lowering your head to kiss his lips. Your mouths meet with gentle tenderness, and you want to keep things light. You don't think either of you are in a particular mood for sex right now. But you're determined to comfort him with affection and intimacy. You pull away, gazing down at him. His hand cups your cheek, warming your skin. "Hey, there. You feelin’ better yet?"

"Getting there. Think I could use a few more kisses, though." He smiles, sliding his hand behind your neck to bring you back to him. The two of you keep kissing, not caring about going any further. All that matters right now is being close to one another. You slide off his lap, laying beside him as your lips continue to touch. You put your leg over his, trying to get as close to him as you can. Eddie's gone hard again, straining his jeans. You glance down at it, before looking in his eyes.

"Do you want me to..." You gesture at his crotch, but he shakes his head.

"Nah, I'm alright. You just have a strong effect on me. Maybe later?" He kisses your forehead, wrapping his arms around you. You lay your head in his chest, your breathing falling in sync with his. The two of you lay like this for a while, occasionally exchanging another kiss on the lips or neck. "What time is it, sweetheart?" Eddie eventually asks, brushing some loose hair behind your ear.

You lean over to look at the clock, surprised at how much time has passed. "11:30."

"Shit, really? I better get dressed then." Eddie pushes you gently off of him, digging through the clothes piles to find a clean shirt. He picks up a Judas Priest tee, slipping it over his head after it passes the sniff test. He pulls his hair and necklace out from under it, going to the mirror to fix his wild mane. "You wanna come along with me? You can stay here if you want, but it's kinda boring." He says as he struggles to work a brush through his tangled locks.

"Of course I'm going with you! What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't? Here, let me help." You hop off the bed to assist Eddie with his hair. He hands the brush over to you, and you begin running the bristles through his thick curls as gently as you can. He watches you moving behind him as you help, moaning involuntarily when the brush rubs against his scalp. You smirk at his reaction in the reflection. His cheeks go pink, and he clears his throat sheepishly as he avoids your eyes. "I like it when you blush, it's really cute." You giggle, continuing your task.

"Ow!" He grunts with gritted teeth when you hit a snag, his features scrunching in pain. Your hand rests on his shoulder to calm him.

"Sorry, baby. I'm almost done." You get through the knot, making final strokes through all of his locks to check your work. The brush swipes along easily, and you set it down on the dresser. Eddie grabs the SpeedStick from his small collection of grooming products, haphazardly rubbing it into his armpits under his shirt. He turns to you once he's ready, grabbing your waist.

"Thanks for the help, princess. I appreciate it." He gives you a quick kiss. "You ready to go?" He asks, reaching for his shoes. He slips them on, and grabs his lunchbox where he keeps his drugs.

"Yeah, in a sec." You sit down to pull your Converse onto your feet. You take a moment to tie the laces tightly, standing up again. "All set." You hold Eddie's hand in yours, eagerly heading out of his room for the front door. He grabs his layered jacket and vest, folding them over his elbow. You pull the door open, tugging Eddie along with you.

"What are you so eager for, angel? Dealing drugs isn't as flashy as it looks on TV." He smirks, curious about your motivation to head out into the cool spring air.

"I'm excited to spend the day with you, and to see what you get up to when I'm not around. It interests me." You smile gleefully, giggling again.

"You sure it has nothing to do with you being nervous about skipping classes? Your enthusiasm is a bit unnerving." He smiles awkwardly, concerned about your sudden cheerful mood.

"Maybe a little. Can you blame me? I've never done this before, and it’s kinda scary. But also thrilling." You blush, realizing how childish you sound. "Jesus, I sound like a damn teenager." You turn away from him, walking over to the van. He follows your lead, fiddling in his pockets for his cigarettes. You climb into the passenger side, sulking into the worn leather seat. Eddie slides in opposite you, pulling the creaky door shut. He's got two cigarettes in his mouth, lighting them as he puts his seat belt on. He hands one to you, and you take it out of habit.

"Hey, look at me." He says. You flick your eyes in his direction, sighing out a cloud of smoke. "I admit, it is a bit ridiculous that you've never stepped a toe out of line before. But you're not stupid, or embarrassing, or whatever you think you are right now. 'Kay?"

"Alright." You reply simply, inhaling more nicotine. You can't help enjoying the lightness that fills your head as you smoke. "You're a bad influence, you know that?" You say dumbly, smiling wide at him again.

“I would damn well hope so, sweetheart. Fuck knows you could benefit from it." He laughs, pulling away from the trailer.

"So, where to first?" You ask, hoping you don’t sound nosey about his customers.

He takes a moment to think, unsure if you'd truly want to know who he sells to in this town. "Um, well my first sale of the day is someone you know, actually. Chrissy Cunningham, well, Carver now."

You snort in disbelief. "No fuckin' way, the cheerleader?! Jeez, I never saw that one coming. I haven't really seen her around much once Jason knocked her up just before graduation. I wonder how that marriage is panning out."

"She's, um, alright. Jason works a lot at his father's company. So, she's stuck at home dealing with their rugrat all by herself." His tone is sad, and you immediately feel bad for ragging on Chrissy like that.

"I’m sorry. I didn't realize you were close with her." You finish your smoke, squashing the butt into the ashtray.

"Nah, it's fine. You couldn't have known." He shakes his head, reassuring you by placing a hand on your knee. "And I get it, they weren't exactly great people in high school. But Chrissy seems to have changed, I'm guessing having a child will do that. Though, by the sounds of it, Jason is the same fuckin' asshole today that he was back then. He doesn't even know I sell to her, I don't imagine he would take it well." His eyes are focused on the road, but there's an odd expression on his face.

"Well, I wouldn't mind saying 'hi', if that's alright. I don't wanna interfere." You offer, trying to be considerate.

"Yeah, I think she'd enjoy that, actually. Like you said, she doesn't get out much." He glances at you, a kind grin washing over his face. He appreciates you genuinely caring about what he gets up to, it makes his heart swell with admiration for you.

"Is their kid cute? Do you know its name?" You don't mean to interrogate him, but you're curious about the situation.

"I've only seen him once, but yeah, he's pretty cute. Chubby cheeks and all that. His name is JJ, which stands for Jason Jr." Eddie chuckles at that last bit, and you laugh too. "Yeah, I wish I was kidding. It's not the name she picked, but you know Jason. It's his way, or the highway." He rolls his eyes, sighing at the thought.

"What name did Chrissy want?" The more you hear about her life, the sadder you feel on her behalf.

"Thomas. After her grandfather, I think." Eddie answers.

"Oh, that's definitely a better choice. How do you know so much about her anyways?" A tone of jealousy taints your words, though you don't mean to. The air between you goes tense, both of you proceeding with caution.

"She invites me in, gives me coffee before we make the transaction. I feel bad for her, so I let her talk for a while. I don't think she has anyone else to do that with. It's nothing to worry about. She's a very dutiful wife. And I am only concerned with pursuing you." He explains, catching on to your suspicion. 

Guilt washes over you again, worried that he thinks you don't trust him. "I know, I didn't mean to insinuate anything. I'm not threatened by her, I promise."

"Good, I would hate for you to worry about me when there's no need. You already worry too much about everything else." He teases, poking your ribs. You giggle at his touch, it tickles. The atmosphere clears again, no longer tinged with the potential for a fight. A few minutes later, Eddie pulls into the driveway of the Carver household. Eddie puts the van in park, grabbing his lunchbox. "Wait here for a minute, I wanna make sure she's alright with you coming in."

"For sure. I'll be here." You lean forward to kiss him, and he happily meets you halfway. It doesn't last long, you imagine he's got a schedule to follow. He hops out, jogging to Chrissy's door. You watch his ass, admiring how perfect it is. Not just any guy has an ass like that, but Eddie isn't like any guy. You lick your lips, observing the scene of him knocking on the door, and Chrissy opening it. He gestures towards you as he speaks, and she nods to give you permission to come inside. He turns to you, waving you over.

You get out of the van, walking up to them nervously. It's been so long since you’ve interacted with her. She’s like a completely different person. Her hair is very long, falling halfway down her back. She's wearing minimal makeup, and a simple pink dress with an apron around her waist. She's so pretty, but more mature looking. You notice bags under her eyes, and bruises on her arms. She seems so tired, and you can't imagine those purple marks came from the baby.

"Y/N, it's so good to see you! How have you been?" Chrissy asks you, smiling wide despite her clear exhaustion.

"Oh, I'm doing alright. Been busy with school, and Eddie." You say meekly, her willingness to ignore the clear problems in her life sets you on edge.

"Yeah, Eddie was briefly telling me about you. I always knew you'd end up together, the way you looked at him in school was so heartbreakingly adorable!" She gushes, but you can't tell if it's genuine or not. You doubt she remembers you all that well. "Come inside, I just made a pot of coffee, and there's brownies fresh from the oven!" She makes room for you both to step inside, closing the door behind you after checking to see that nobody else is around. "Have a seat." She says, and you happily oblige.

The three of you sit at the kitchen table after Chrissy dishes out the coffee and brownies. You take a bite, moaning at how perfectly moist it is. "These are so good, Chrissy! You're a really good baker." You compliment, making her blush.

"Oh, stop! They're just Betty Crocker from the box. I'm glad you like them, though." She smiles wide again, looking like a porcelain doll. "So, Eddie, what have you got for me?" She turns to him, her expression changing. Her pupils dilate, and she fidgets with her fingers. Eddie shares a look with you, mentally telling you to keep it cool. You nod discreetly, understanding the situation.

"Do you want the usual, Chris?" He asks, and she quickly nods.

"Yes, please." She reaches in her apron pocket, pulling out some cash. Eddie digs around in his box, taking out a bag of weed, some cocaine, and some pills you don’t recognize.

"Here you go, ma'am." He says with faux professionalism, and she laughs. The money and drugs change hands, and Eddie closes the box tightly. You sit in awkward silence for a moment, unsure of what to do or say.

"So, how's Jason?" You ask, breaking the silence. Eddie throws a strange look in your direction, warning with his eyes to tread lightly. Chrissy's smile falls away for a moment, before being plastered back on a second later.

"He's great, but he’s pretty busy with work. He was lucky enough to get a job at his father's car dealership. He makes very good money. We're getting a swimming pool put in soon!" She sounds rehearsed, like Jason trained her on what to say when people ask about their life.

"That's great! I'm really happy for you." You reach a hand over to rest over hers, trying to let her know she doesn't have to pretend around you. She just glances down at it, carrying on like nothing is happening. "You guys have a kid, right?" You decide to push her, gently, in an effort to get the truth from her.

"Yes! A son, named JJ! He's sleeping now, actually. We named him after Jason." Her eyes change, but that damn creepy smile stays glued to her face.

"How sweet! I bet he's got the best features from both of you. And I'm sure you guys are the best parents." You reply, contemplating where to go from here. "Would you wanna hang out sometime? Maybe come over to my place for a girls night to catch up? I can't imagine it's too fun to be cooped up in the house all the time." You suggest in a friendly tone. Her face stiffens, the smile fading away. Eddie stares at you, slowly shaking his head in your direction.

"I appreciate the offer, Y/N. But it's impossible to find a sitter these days, and it's not so bad. I like taking care of my son, and my husband. I think you both should leave now, I'd hate to delay your sales, Eddie." She stares into your eyes, her face going red. She's gone defensive, meanwhile a single tear rolls down her cheek. You're frightened. Of her, and for her. You wish you could get her out of here, help her break away from Jason. But you can't force someone to get help when they don't want it.

You clumsily leave the table. "Alright, well, thanks for the coffee, and the brownies. See you around, Chrissy." You fumble over your words, and Eddie grabs your arm roughly.

"I'll see you next time, Chris. Take care of yourself." He says, trying to hold back his rage until you get back to the van. You walk out of the house, with Eddie pulling you down the driveway.

"Eddie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause any trouble." You try to stop his pulling, to calm him down. But he keeps dragging you along.

"Get in the fucking van, Y/N. I'm not yelling in the goddamn driveway outside her house." His eyes burn intensely at you, and your stomach flips. You've really done it now. You do as he says, scrambling into your seat. He gets in as well, slamming the door shut. He turns to you, looking absolutely pissed. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He shouts, making you flinch.

"I just felt bad for her, Eddie. She's clearly being abused by Jason. Did you know about this? Why didn't you call the police or something?" You yell back, angry that he would let something like this go unchecked.

"Oh, right! Like me, a fucking drug dealer, is gonna to call the cops. Then what happens? I get busted. Chrissy gets busted. Jason beats her even harder, and their son gets taken away. How does that shit help anybody? Hm? It's not my fucking job to save people, Y/N. I sell drugs, I'm not Superman." He fires back, but you don't want to back down.

"I'm not saying to call while you're in the middle of a fucking deal, Eddie! You could just tell them you saw her at the store with bruises or something, or told someone about it and they could've reported it. Does Wayne know? Probably not, right? Wouldn't want doing the right thing to get in the way of a fucking sale!" You snap, gasping at your own words once they’ve already left your mouth. You really shouldn’t have gone there.

His jaw falls open, his face turning beet red at your accusation. "Oh, that's real fuckin' nice, princess! Do you think I don't want to help her? Of course I do! I've thought about every possible way to do that, and how it ends. You've seen the cops in this town, they can't do shit! You think they care about domestic violence? No, they're too busy busting people like me for selling pot, and stupid kids making out at Lover's Lake. All it would do is put Chrissy in more danger, and then the whole town pities and judges her. Would you want that if you were in her shoes, Y/N? Tell me, honestly!" 

You're shocked at his rebuttal, and you regret everything you’ve said. You should know better than to cast such a low blow. You feel sick to your stomach. "No, I wouldnt." You murmur, looking down at your feet in shame.

"You're damn right! Now, can I level with you, Y/N?" He asks, trying to calm himself down. You nod apprehensively, dreading what might come next. "Okay, I'd like you to look at me, please." You slowly meet his gaze again, trying not to cry, or vomit. "Good. Now, I think it's really fucking shitty to imply that I care so little for other's well-being, that I'd let something like this keep going for the sake of making a quick buck. That's really awful of you to say, you should know me better than that." His calm tone is odd, you're worried where he's going with this. "Second, I don't think you have any business prying into other people's bullshit. Chrissy clearly doesn't want help, and nothing good can come of forcing her into telling on Jason. I want you to promise me you won't tell anyone about this, got it?" You nod again, unable to speak. "I want to hear you say it, Y/N. I mean it, I'm not fuckin' around."

"I promise. I'm sorry, Eddie, really I一" You try to explain it away, but he cuts you off.

"I know. You said that already. Look, I get it, things got heated. But I'm having a hard time getting over what you implied about me. I don't like being described as someone who takes advantage of other people."

"I didn't mean it, I just一" You attempt to speak, but he interrupts you again.

"If you didn't mean it, then why did you say it?" He asks seriously, and it’s a fair question.

"I was just shocked by the whole thing, Eddie. You didn't make it sound as bad as it is for her. And seeing her with the bruises, and that awful fake smile..." You wince, remembering how robotic Chrissy's face was. "I freaked out. I couldn't believe that she was going through something so terrible. I jumped to conclusions. I didn't consider the idea of you wanting to help, but being unable to. That was so fucking wrong of me. I honestly feel sick about it. And now I've hurt you. And I can say all the 'sorry's in the world, but that doesn't make it unsaid. I get it if I've fucked up everything, and if you don't want to keep seeing me. I earned that." You don't break down in tears like you thought you would, but a single salty drop runs down your face.

"I can't deny that I'm pretty fuckin' angry with you right now. But I have no intention of not seeing you anymore. People fight, Y/N. It's not the end of the world, or anything else. Look, let's try to move past this, alright? We have a few more stops to make. Are you alright staying with me?" He asks, holding your hands in his.

"Yeah. And again, I'm so sorry, really. You'll probably hear that fifty times today at least." You're only half-joking, but he seems to lighten up a bit at your words.

"Better make it a hundred." He quips, smiling weakly. He won't hide his mood from you, and you won't hide either. The rest of today probably won't be as lovey-dovey as you were hoping. But you'll work through it, eventually engaging in rough make-up sex when the timing's right. You quell your uneasiness. Everything will be alright, sooner or later.

Part 5.2: Hold on Loosely 

You spend the remainder of your time out with Eddie in his van, deciding to mind your own business as he finishes his sales for the day. He told you it’s okay to come along as long as you behave yourself, but you don't feel worthy of being in his company. You just sit quietly, waiting for him to return. You’ve smoked a lot of cigarettes today, wanting to at least fill the uncomfortable silence with the sound of sizzling embers and exhales of smoke clouds. After four more deals, Eddie’s finished with his business for the day. Next stop, picking up your repaired bicycle.

You space out again on the way there, wondering how long it'll take for this stupid fight to blow over. You wish it hadn't happened at all, the way you yelled in each other's faces until you turned red makes you feel queasy. It reminds you of the way Dad got into arguments with Mom all the time before he left. To see two people who claim to be in love yell and scream and say the most awful things to each other, it’s too much. You don't want to be like that, especially not with Eddie. Conflict frightens you, regardless if it can be resolved or not.

"I'll be right back." Eddie says nonchalantly. You realize you've arrived at the final stop of the outing. The wonder of getting stuck inside your own thoughts is not lost on you. You watch him retrieve your bike, sharing pleasantries with the man who you assume is the friend he told you about. He wheels the bike over to the back, placing it inside the same as he did that fateful Friday. He shuts the doors, perhaps a little too hard. The sound startles you, and you hear him curse under his breath. He climbs back into his seat, glancing at you sympathetically. "Sorry. I was a little rough there. I'm trying to be in a better mood, Y/N. Not quite sure when that'll be, though." He sighs.

"It's fine. I don't expect you to forgive me anytime soon." You sulk, avoiding his eyes.

"It's not fine, though. Stewing about the whole thing won't help either of us." He sighs again, reaching over to cup your cheek.

"I hate this." You huff, crossing your arms. "I just want to be over it already. I've never felt so terrible in my life. And that includes puking my guts out on Sunday."

"I know, sweetheart. I'm not doing so hot over here either. We can go back home and cuddle, if you want. Or, we could do something else...if you're up for it." He can't hide his devilish grin at the suggestion.

Your head snaps to him, brows furrowed. "Are you serious?" You can't exactly say you hate the idea, but you don't believe he seriously wants to fuck you right now. "You're messing with me, right?"

"I am deadly serious, angel. What do you say, wanna make up with me?" His lips twitch in amusement, awaiting your answer.

"If it'll make us stop being mad at each other, by all means, let's give it a shot." You scoff at how unbelievable he is.

"I know the perfect spot, baby. Shouldn't take long to get there." He chuckles, putting the van into gear again. He peels out of the lot like a madman, eager to have his way with you at whatever place he's taking you to now. You slowly recognize the route as he drives, piecing together where you're going. Skull. Fucking. Rock. Of course, the 'hardest' place he can think of to rail you into oblivion. He drives up to the edge of the woods, parking crookedly. He rushes out of the van, jogging to your side to pull you from your seat.

"Skull Rock, huh? How romantic." You comment sarcastically, and he roughly smacks your ass in response.

"Shut your mouth, you dirty little slut." He says into your ear, sending a chill down your spine. He pulls you through the trees, going down the foot-beaten path to the rock formation where all the local horndogs go. It doesn't take long before you reach the infamous spot, and Eddie roughly pushes you up against the rock. The hard surface hurts a little when you make contact, but you can't be bothered to give a shit. His lips attack yours hungrily, and he grips your ass in his hands. You moan against him, running your fingers deep into his hair. His lips move on to your neck, biting so hard he almost draws blood.

"Eddie!" You cry out, loving every bit of pain he inflicts on you. You want him to hurt you, to punish you for what you said. He marks you deep and hard with his teeth, drinking up every whine and whimper that falls from your lips. You're already so wet, your arousal soaking through your panties. His hands leave your ass, and he frantically unzips your jeans. He shoves his hand inside, rubbing your clit ferociously. You moan again, tugging on his hair harder than you have before.

"Fuck!" He pulls his mouth away, staring into your eyes with blazing pupils. "God, you're just begging for it at this point. Such a filthy girl." He growls, shoving two fingers inside your dripping cunt. You cry out, holding his shoulders for balance. He curls them inside you, making a squelching noise as your juices spread into his palm. He yanks his hand out of your pants, bringing his fingers to your lips. "Be a good girl and lick them clean, princess." He says, waiting for you to open your mouth.

You do as he asks, taking his fingers deeply and easily. You almost choke as you suck your juices from them. Eddie watches you in awe with his mouth agape. "Mmm." You moan around him, winking as you bite down on him playfully. He groans at the feeling of your teeth on his flesh, and you finally let him go. "Yummy." You giggle mischievously.

"Turn around." He commands, his tone darkening. You apprehensively do as he asks, anticipation running wild in your veins. You lean against the rock, placing your hands flat on its surface. Eddie pulls down your jeans and panties, leaving them around your ankles. You shiver as your pussy is exposed to the cool air. He spanks your ass again, harder this time. "Such a dirty little slut, letting me fuck you in the middle of the woods." He purrs in your ear, a shockwave of pleasure coursing through you at his words. You hear the jingle of his belt unbuckling, the sound of fabric tugging down his legs. He presses his body firmly against yours, holding his cock in his hand. Eddie drags his stiff length through your slick folds, causing you to moan simultaneously. "I want you to beg, Y/N. Beg me to fuck you like the whore you are." He orders.

"Please, fuck me, Eddie." You plead, almost whining. You can't take his teasing, the sensation of his dick rubbing on your clit is too much to bear.

"You'll have to do better than that." He barks through gritted teeth. He's dying to plunge into you, he's so hard it almost hurts. But he wants to make you pay for hurting him earlier, you need to beg for what you want.

"Please, fuck me. I need your dick inside me, Eddie. Go as hard as you want, I want you to hurt me. Please." You're nearly on the verge of tears, needing to feel him fill you up like no one else can.

"That's a good girl." He smirks, before slamming his cock into your cunt. You moan loudly, the sound echoing through the woods. Eddie grips your hips as hard as he can, his rings digging deep into your skin. He presses you further into the rock, your head resting against it sideways. Its smooth surface cools your skin, shocking your senses. He pulls out almost all the way, before slamming inside you again. He hammers into your pussy at a punishing pace, making you both so wound up it won't take long for you to cum. He's wasting no time, pounding into your g-spot with every stroke. "Fuck, you're so fuckin’ wet, baby. You like when I fuck you like this? Rough, and fast, and dirty? Where anyone could catch us?" He asks you a mindless stream of questions, savoring how tight you’re squeezing around his dick.

"Yes! Fuck, yes! I love it like this, fuck me harder, baby." You plead helplessly, egging him on. He appeases your request, thrusting even faster. To think, just a couple hours ago you were arguing like your parents. And now you're fucking like wild animals in the goddamn woods. The whole thing is so thrilling, part of you wants to get caught. An intense knot is building inside your belly, pulled tighter and tighter as Eddie fucks you mercilessly.

He brings his ringed hand to your throat, squeezing tightly. You moan at him cutting off your oxygen, making your head feel light. "You're such a dirty girl, moaning when I choke you like this." He lets you breathe, leaving you gasping for air.

"I'm getting close, Eds. Fuck, you feel so good. Make me cum, baby. Fill me up." You keep calling out dirty things to him as he screws you silly, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass filling the air.

"I’m almost there, too, angel. Fuck, your pussy is so hot and tight around my dick. And always soaking wet for me, such a good girl." He groans, breathing heavily. You're both soaked in sweat, your clothes sticking to your flesh as he continues to rut against you. His words drive you further toward the edge. He's so goddamn filthy like this and you can't get enough.

"Choke me again, baby…choke me while I cum." You whimper, tears rolling down your cheeks as your simmering orgasm quickly approaches. He obeys, squeezing even harder this time. Eddie's thrusts grow sloppy, signaling his own oncoming release. He keeps going to set you off with him, desperate to feel you lose it.

"Come on, sweetheart. Make a mess all over my cock, like a good little slut." He clumsily bites your earlobe, sending you crashing over the edge.

"Oh, god…fuck…EDDIE!" You scream as you cum, your legs shaking uncontrollably. Eddie holds you up, continuing to fuck you as your cunt clamps down onto his length. He groans, maintaining his pace as your walls milk him for all he's worth. Your release splashes down onto both of you, the warm liquid washing over his cock again. He swears he'll never grow tired of the phenomenal feeling it gives him.

"Fuck!" He shouts, his high prolonged by you squirting on him. He thrusts inside you a few more times, making your pussy spark with overstimulation. Eddie eventually slows down, carefully pulling out of you. You whine at the loss, and more arousal drips from your soaked cunt. He collapses onto you, panting loudly. "Jesus Christ." He huffs, planting a thoughtless kiss on your damp hair.

Your legs tremble like jelly, Eddie's weight on you is the only thing keeping you upright. Your insides clench around nothing, and tears stain your cheeks. "Do you forgive me now?" You ask meekly, trying to steady your breathing.

"Of course I do, angel." He replies, easing himself off of you to put his cock away. You fall to your knees, unable to stand anymore. "Shit, are you alright?" Eddie drops to your side, turning you around to look at him. He gasps at the bruise that’s formed on your cheek from being pressed into the rock. "Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry." He touches your face, making you wince. "Jesus, why didn't you say something? I didn't want to hurt you like this." His eyes are blown wide with worry, and he won't stop fussing over you. But you're not bothered by how sore and bruised you are, you wanted it. At least, you thought you did.

"Eddie, it's fine. I'm fine, really. It's not your fault, baby I promise. I-I liked it, I swear." You avoid his eyes, stuttering your words. You're not sure who you're trying to convince more, him or yourself. You try to stand, pulling your jeans up clumsily. Eddie steadies you, letting you lean against him.

Once you're all done up, he looks deep into your eyes intensely. "Be honest with me, Y/N. Did you actually enjoy that, or are you just trying to please me?" He's serious, concerned as to why you're so keen to convince him that the bruise on your face means nothing.

"I mean...I really liked the sex. And I like the way you talk to me, and the choking, obviously. I guess…the bruise isn't great. I feel like I deserve it, though." You don't mean to say that last bit, hoping to keep the self-destructive thoughts to yourself for once. But as soon as the words leave your lips, it changes Eddie's expression instantly. His face drops deeper into sadness, his eyes widening in shock at your suggestion.

"Y/N. There is never going to be a time where you deserve to be hurt. Not by anyone, and especially not by me. I know you still feel bad about what you said, and that's okay. But you don't, under any circumstances, need to let me hurt you to make it better. From now on, if something hurts, you fuckin' say so. Do you understand?" He holds your hands tightly, waiting for you to answer. He can't help getting a bit frustrated with you. He cares so deeply for you, and he never wants to cause you unnecessary pain.

"Yeah, I understand." You reply, tears falling freely from your reddening eyes. You're overcome with an intense wave of emotions. Sadness, shame, guilt, anger. It's all flooding your head, weighing you down. It's all too much, and your anxiety is getting the best of you again. Your knees give out underneath you, and you fall to the ground, your hands slipping out of Eddie's grasp. You land on your ass, the back of your head smacking against the rock. Blunt pain rattles through your skull, and you're already sensing a headache coming on. "Ow." You state simply, rubbing where you hit your head. You don't really care about a potential concussion at this point. You're too busy falling apart.

"Y/N, please, tell me what's wrong?" Eddie frantically kneels next to you again, unable to hold back his own tears. "Just talk to me. Whatever it is, I'm here. Okay?" He pulls you into his lap, holding you tightly.

You try to bite back your sobs, finding difficulty in forming words. You know Eddie wants to help you, and you shouldn't shut down on him. "I-I'm just being stupid, Eds. I just feel too many things right now." Your breath shudders as you speak, struggling to calm yourself down.

"Like what, princess? Tell me. You'll feel better if you do." He insists. You look into his eyes, finding a welcome warmth inside them. He smiles, stroking a finger along your face. "There you are. You're okay, sweetheart. I'm right here. What's going on in there?" He taps your temple, making you wince again. "Shit, sorry. Forgot you hit your head." He chuckles apologetically.

"It's okay, Eddie. But there's too much going on in here, it's so overwhelming." Nausea slowly washes over you, making your head spin. You quell your queasiness, focusing on Eddie's arms wrapping you up safely.

"I know, angel. Just take it slow, one feeling at a time, hm?" He says sweetly, doing everything he can to relax your swelling nerves. It doesn't help that talking about your darkest emotions and thoughts sends your body into a spiral. But Eddie won't move on until you share them with him, no matter how ugly they may be.

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for his reaction, whatever it is. "Well...um, I feel angry at myself for saying what I did. It was so awful, I don't even know how I came up with that. It scares me that I'm capable of even thinking something like that, and to say it so easily. And I feel like I don't deserve you, Eddie. Even before our fight, I've just been waiting for you to realize being with me is too much and leave me behind. I'm a complete mess, if you haven't noticed by now." You can't help laughing at yourself, though what you said isn't all that funny.

"You may be a mess, Y/N. But so am I. Hell, you've seen my room." He jokes, making you giggle. “Keep goin’ baby.” He encourages you.

You sniffle, wiping the stupid tears away as you continue. "And I'm tired of crying all the time, but that's all I seem to be able to do. I'm usually better at hiding it. Or at least waiting until Mom and Dustin go to sleep." Again, you admit something you don’t mean to, but it's too late to take it back. Eddie scoffs at your confession, having a hard time accepting just how much you've needed someone like him to come along.

"You don't mean to tell me you cry every night when you're alone, do you?" He becomes serious again, furrowing his eyebrows at you.

"Maybe. Most nights, at least." You mumble and shrug, rolling your eyes. "I dunno, I guess I'm used to it at this point. I feel so alone, all the time. I can be surrounded by people, even ones that make me happy, and I'm still all by myself inside. But I can't tell people that, even if it's true." You look down between your thighs, staring at the dirt and twigs beneath you.

"Do you still feel that way when I'm around?" Eddie asks, and your head shoots back up to meet his teary gaze. If he were a religious man, he'd pray to God that you give him the answer he's hoping for.

You cup both sides of his face, shaking your head purposefully. Your lip trembles as you form the words. "No, Eddie. You're the only person who makes that feeling go away. Since Friday, I've started feeling like a whole person again, instead of an empty shell. I'm only falling to pieces now because my dumb ass thinks I've fucked it all up. I still might have at this point." You explain, biting your lip as you’re still unclear on whether or not you’ve ruined everything.

"I promise, you haven’t." He replies, kissing you deeply. You hold each other close, moving your mouths together lovingly as salty tears roll down both your faces. You're entangled like this for what seems like hours, you swear the sun wasn't supposed to be setting just yet. You'd stay in this moment forever if you could, but your ass is getting numb. Eddie senses your discomfort, pulling away while wiping his eyes. "We should probably get going. Your Mom might worry about where you are."

"Yeah, I know. Oh, I left my bag at your place, with all my school stuff in it. But I can call home if we go back to get it, and we could grab some food before you take me home…if you want." You're coming up with any excuse to stay with him, you hate the idea of being without him for a single second.

"We can do that, baby. I can see you're not ready to say goodbye just yet. I'd be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same way. We will have to do that at some point tonight, though, Y/N." It pains Eddie to even think about letting you sleep alone ever again. But he knows becoming attached at the hip isn't healthy, and you both need time apart on occasion.

"I know we do, which sucks. But, clinging to each other will end badly, and I definitely don't want that happening any time soon." You smile, slowly standing up. Your legs get pins and needles, causing you to stumble. Eddie's ready to catch you, but you manage just fine on your own this time. He stands up beside you, taking your hand.

"C’mon, sweetheart." He leads you back to the van, and the two of you discuss where to eat. "How ‘bout Chinese?" He suggests.

"Nah, it always makes me sick." You say, twisting your face in disgust. "What about...burgers?"

"That sounds perfect, angel." He squeezes your hand, rubbing his thumb over yours. You reach the van as the sky turns a deep orange hue, signaling your day with him coming to a close. You dread laying in bed by yourself again, the nights are especially lonely for you.

You climb inside the vehicle, and Eddie offers you another cigarette. What's one more when you've already had about ten today? You put it between your lips, letting him light it for you as he gazes into your eyes. He's watching you closely, gauging how you'll be doing mentally by the time he has to take you home. "Thanks." You say as you inhale the sweet smoke once again, you'll never get over the rush you get inside your head from it.

"Anything for my sexy girl." Eddie smirks, lighting a cig for himself. He's so hot when he smokes, letting the gray whisps flow slowly from his lips or out of his nose. It's not necessarily a positive thing, but it really suits him. You’ve always thought most people who smoke look kind of...depressing. But something about the way some people, namely Eddie, do it makes them so very attractive. He catches you staring again, chuckling lowly. "What you lookin' at, angel?"

"Just admiring my handsome boyfriend, that's all." You wink at him, placing a hand on his knee.

"Hm. Thought so." He replies like the smartass he is, starting the van for the second to last time tonight. You ride along to the nearest burger joint, going into the drive-thru. Eddie asks what you want, relaying it to the speaker box before ordering for himself. He pulls up to the window, paying and taking the greasy paper bag from the cashier. He hands it to you to hold until you get back to the trailer, and it warms your lap as the two of you head back. You playfully feed Eddie the occasional French fry from the bag, munching on a few yourself during the drive.

He turns the van into Forest Hills, pulling up next to the trailer. You hop out into the cold evening air, clutching the bag tightly. Eddie grabs your drinks, following behind you inside. Wayne's truck is gone, he's already left for his shift at the plant. "I'm gonna call Mom real quick. She's probably already called here a few times." You say as you plop the bag onto the kitchen table, going over to the phone. There's a note from Wayne that reads:

Hey kiddos,Y/N's mother has called a couple times wondering where she is. I told her you're together, and that you’re safe. You'd better give her a ring when you see this, though, she seemed ready to call the cops.-Wayne

"Shit, hopefully Mom hasn't sicced Chief Powell on us." You groan, flashing Eddie the note. You quickly dial home, and your mother picks up on the first ring.

"Y/N? Is that you?" Mom asks, clearly frazzled with worry.

"Yeah, Mom. I'm fine, I'm back at the trailer with Eddie. We were just out doing errands and stuff, nothing dangerous."

"Oh, thank God! I've been worried sick about you, I almost called the Sheriff!" She lets out a sigh of relief, finally able to breathe again.

You can't help rolling your eyes, and Eddie flashes you a disapproving look at your childish antics. You narrow your eyes back at him, unamused at him judging you. "I figured as much. Look, we picked up some dinner, but I'll be back home soon, okay?"

"Alright, sugarpuff. Be safe. I love you." She coos on the other end.

"Love you too, Mom. Bye." You hang up the phone, looking at Eddie again. "What?" You're confused by his expression. You go back to the table, taking a seat before reaching into the paper bag.

"She's just worried about you, Y/N." Oh, great. A lecture from your boyfriend, that'll pair well with dinner. Eddie takes the other chair across from you, nudging your knee with his under the table.

"I know, she's always worried about me. It's fuckin’ suffocating sometimes." You grumble, putting his burger and fries in front of him.

"Can you really blame her? She may be a bit overbearing, but she's just following her instincts. I know you think you're hiding your feelings from people to spare them, but she sees it. Dustin does too." He reaches for your hand, and you begrudgingly give it to him.

"Is that so? Well, if I'm so goddamn obvious, why don't they say anything?" You can't help getting annoyed at his words, though you know he's right.

He scoffs, smiling wryly. "Only you would find a way to make that an insult. ButI don't mean it like that. So, can you please chill the fuck out?" He gazes at you meaningfully, wanting you to hear him out. You nod, resisting the urge to roll your eyes again. "They don't say anything because they can tell you don't wanna talk about it. You know, due to how...aggressively independent you are." He can't help smiling at his choice of words.

"I recall you using the term 'stubborn' before." You comment, taking a bite out of your squished burger.

"Yes, and that was also a completely correct observation, Y/N. But my main point is that your family sees you struggling, but they know they can't help you unless you ask for it." He unwraps his own burger, waiting for you to respond. You contemplate what he's saying, you'd never considered that hiding yourself away might be affecting the people who love you.

"I never thought about it that way. I don't like being a burden on people, Eddie. They have their own shit going on. Why should they take on mine?" You rationalize.

He sighs, speaking while chewing. "It's not all or nothing, Y/N. Obviously, your problems are your responsibility first. But, there's nothing wrong with looking to others for support. You help your family with their issues, don't you? You've definitely helped me with mine." He swallows, eyes flicking to yours before taking another bite.

"Well, yeah, I do. It'd be pretty shitty if I didn't." It's a no-brainer to you to help those you care about, but it never clicked for you that it's not unreasonable to expect it in return.

"You're right. It would be. And I don't mean to be harsh, sweetheart. But it's also kinda shitty to shut yourself off from the people who love you." He's right, it is a bit hurtful to hear. But it's honest.

You groan, admitting defeat. "Ugh! Alright, I'll try to be more open with them. God, must you always be right?" You say half-jokingly.

"Yep. It's my job." Eddie laughs, tangling his leg with yours. He rubs his foot against your ankle, his simple touch giving you goosebumps. The two of you finish your dinner, keeping up light conversation. As the food disappears, you're becoming more aware of just how little time you have left with him for the day. It shouldn't feel like such a big deal, and you don't want to be the 'crazy, clingy girlfriend'. You also don't want the day to end, you don't want to say goodbye. "Y/N, relax. I can already tell what you're thinking in that head of yours."

"I swear you just love calling me out, Munson." You roll your eyes, giggling at how intuitive he is. It makes your heart feel warm and fuzzy, because he pays such clear attention to your feelings. He's the first guy that's ever done that for you.

"Ouch, last name basis again, huh? Have it your way, Henderson." He chuckles, Eddie loves to tease like no other. You gather the empty wrappers and fry cartons, tossing them into the trash.

"I'm gonna grab my bag, Eds." You walk down the hall to his bedroom, taking a long look at the bed before retrieving your things. The blanket is all bunched up, evidence of the two of you sleeping here the previous night. You're tempted to lay down and refuse to get up, but you know it would be no use. Eddie's much stronger than you, he'd just pluck you off the mattress and carry you in his arms to the van. You sigh, reliving how safe you felt in his arms last night before shutting the door.

"You ready, sweetheart?" He asks, standing by the front door now. You walk up to him, putting your arms around his neck. His hands instinctively go to your waist, caressing your sides with his fingers.

"No, but I suppose I have to be, huh?" You ask, gazing up at him. He just nods, kissing your lips tenderly. You happily return it, moving your mouth against his in a languid rhythm. There's not an overwhelming tone of lust between you this time though, it's more like a bittersweet chorus floating around inside your heads. It's silly, really. You'll see each other again in the morning. But budding romance is one hell of a drug. A highly addictive and volatile one, at that. It's always tempting to dive off the deep end for the sake of another taste, but those who choose that route usually fizzle out in a couple of months. And you certainly don't want that, much as it pains you to let go for a few hours.

Eddie's the one to pull away, trying his best to show restraint and not absolutely rail you again on the kitchen table. "C'mon, baby. We gotta get you home." He says, his lips still unbearably close to yours. You lean forward to kiss him again, but he puts his hand up to stop you. "Nice try, but it's time to go." You back off, blushing at your failure. He smirks, taking your hand as he opens the door.

The ride home goes smoothly, Eddie pulls out all the stops to keep you giggling and happy as he drives. Before you know it, he's pulling up to your house. You grab your backpack from behind your seat, turning to Eddie. "You wanna walk me to the door, darling?" You ask mischievously, but he picks up what you're trying to do. He puts a hand on your knee, shaking his head.

"No, sweetheart. Only because I know you'll pull me down the hall and into your room, and I won't be able to resist. So, I'm resisting now." He holds strong, despite his heart and his cock begging him to do otherwise. You sigh at his words, frowning. "Don't pout, babydoll. I'll be back in the morning to bring you to class. And we can hang out afterwards. We'll do whatever you want. So, take our time apart to think about what you'd like that to be, 'kay?" Eddie cups your cheek, kissing your bruise, and then your lips. "Goodnight, sweetheart. I'll see you tomorrow." He looks in your eyes, nodding to assure you that you'll be alright without him tonight.

You nod as well, holding back tears. You know it'll be okay, even if your tear ducts say otherwise. "Goodnight, Eds. I'll be dreaming of you until I see you in the morning." You peck his lips again, before leaving the van. You shut the door, waving to him. He waves back, slowly pulling out of the driveway. You stay outside in the chilly air until he's disappeared from your view. You hear the front door open behind you, and your mother comes outside.

"Sugarpuff! Thank God you're home! We've been worried about you!" She calls to you, and you turn around to follow her inside. You kick off your shoes in the entryway, and prepare for the interrogation you're about to be subjected to. "How'd school go today? Did you have fun with Eddie?" She asks, not yet taking notice of your bruise. You were hoping to slip past her with it until you could cover it with makeup tomorrow. But Dustin walks from the kitchen and spots it.

"What happened to your face?" He asks, and your heart stops. 

Mom leans to the side to see what he's talking about. She gasps, eyes going wide. "Oh my God! Is that a bruise? How'd you get that? Did Eddie hurt you?" She asks, brows furrowing in anger.

"If you'd let me get a word in, school was fine. I had a great time with Eddie, and the bruise was an accident. We were hanging out at Skull Rock and I slipped and hit my cheek. But I'm fine, thanks for asking." You don't mean to sound so defensive, but you're not really in the mood for the third degree.

"Y/N, you know you can tell me anything, right? I'm your mother, and I'm here to support you." She looks so worried, though that's always been her default. You promised Eddie you'd be more open with her, and with Dustin. It’s definitely proving to be a challenge, though.

"I know, Mom. I know I've been hiding, a-and bottled up and everything. I haven't meant to be that way. I promise, if I need your help I'll ask, okay? But I’m fine. It was just an accident. Eddie would never hurt me, he was actually really concerned about the bruise." You insist, just wanting to go to bed already.

"Wait, Skull Rock? Don't people go there to一" Dustin says before Mom cuts him off.

"Dusty! Shut it, and mind your own business! Off to bed, you've got school tomorrow." She scolds, and he skulks off to his room. She turns to you again, pulling you in for a hug. "I'm just glad you're doing better, sugarpuff. Eddie seems like a really good guy for you. I'll quit prying so much and let you get some rest. You look so tired."

"Thanks, Mom. I love you. And I'll try to be more open with you about how I'm doing, okay? I'm sorry for closing myself off for so long. That wasn't right of me." She gasps when you squeeze her tightly, you've never been one to hug her like this before. She knows you really mean it, almost tearing up.

"It's okay, Y/N. You've always been fiercely independent, which I've always admired in you. But I'm here when you need me, no matter what." The two of you pull apart finally, and you head to your room for the night. 

You find that Mom has done your laundry again, despite how often you insist you'll do it yourself. All the clothing has been put away already, except for one item, folded neatly on your bed. It's the Hellfire shirt Eddie gave you, and you instantly change into it to sleep in. You open your bag to take out anything not school related, when you find something peculiar. An unopened pack of Eddie's cigarettes, and his lighter. You hold them in your hands, noticing a note written in black marker on the box:

For when you miss me, sweetheart.-E

Eddie has surprisingly neat handwriting, and he’s even drawn a little heart on the box. You smile like an idiot, he knew you'd want nothing more than to smell his cigarettes when he's not around. You have no idea when he slipped them in your bag. It must have been last night, or on the way home when you weren't looking. Either way, you can't help loving him even more for the present. You take the gifts to your bedroom window, opening it wide to allow the smoke to escape. You light up one last time for the evening, imagining Eddie by your side as you let clouds of white flow freely into the night sky.

To be continued...

[rorywritesjunk]

There's no race, no ending in sight

r rating. title comes from "two of us on the run" by lucius

(some Buggy now. The clown always falls fast in my works and of course he's a bit of a mess)

Taglist: @hey-august

pt 1 + pt 2 + p3 + p4 + pt 5 + p6 + pt 7 +Pt 8 + Pt 9 + Pt 10 + Pt 11 + Pt 12 + Pt 13 + Pt 14 + Pt 15 + pt 16 + Pt 17 (End)

Pt 4

Nothing was going right for Buggy since Crocodile, Sunny, and Mihawk showed up. Not only did Buggy constantly get reminded of his debt to Crocodile, the clown accidentally became the face of the Cross Guild due to his followers enthusiasm and loyalty. But for him, that really wasn't even the worse part.

For Buggy, the worse part was he found himself thinking about Sunny a little too much in the two weeks since they met.

She was Crocodile's wife. She wasn't always nice to Buggy, but there were little things she did that made Buggy see her in a different light.

She asked him to show her how to juggle after his failed attempt at wowing her. He had hesitated, thinking this was a joke to her, but she seemed to genuinely want to learn so he did, being mindful of how he taught her, trying to keep the touching to a minimum as he first showed her with a ball first, thinking it was easier.

The accidental joke about her handling his balls had her laughing. An actual, genuine laugh that Buggy thought was the prettiest sound.

That led to her judging the state of his jacket, noticing one of the cuffs coming loose from the jacket. After explaining Richie snagged it while Buggy was trying to get him to perform before Sunny showed up, she offered to fix it for him. No charge or anything. He must look his best after all.

When she returned it a few days later, the jacket looked brand new. She cleaned and ironed it for him, insisting that she did it because if he was to put on a proper performance for her then she wanted him to dazzle her.

She insisted he put it on to make sure it fit and he hated that he listened to her. He hated it even more how red in the face he got when she crowded him, buttoning it up to make sure it looked right on him.

Days later she showed up again, asking him to keep teaching her fun little tricks like juggling and plate spinning. Did she think this was a playground? He and his men had work to do! But she actually asked nicely, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger, looking a bit uncertain, and he found himself agreeing to it.

"As a kid I thought it would be fun to run away and join the circus." Sunny told him as she practiced juggling two balls in the air. "My mom caught me trying to sneak away one night."

"Why, were your parents awful or something?" Buggy asked, catching one of the balls when she miscalculated a throw. He tossed it back to her. "Watch what you're doing."

"My parents are absolutely lovely." Sunny smiled as she tried again to juggle. "I was just excited after seeing the show. My dad is a big softy and cried when he found out while my mom thought it was funny. She said if my dad hadn't been so upset she would have let me sneak away."

Buggy frowned at that. As a kid on Roger's ship, he threatened to run away multiple times when he was upset. Shanks always offered to join him and often as soon as the boys hatched the plan, the ship was already sailing away from the port, preventing them from following through. He couldn't imagine doing it just for fun.

"Huh." Buggy shrugged and suddenly tossed her a third ball, catching her by surprise. "Well, never too late to run away and join the circus, you know."

"Oh? Your circus is the only one around. Maybe I'll run away and join yours." Sunny chuckled as she failed to maintain her rhythm, dropping them. "Maybe I'm not meant to juggle."

"You just started learning." Buggy rolled his eyes as his hands went to collect them. He tried not to think of her showing up at the tent with a bag, ready to leave her husband to join him instead. "Don't give up yet."

"As long as you keep teaching me then I won't." She smiled at him and Buggy paused, swallowing heavily as his face started to turn red. She looked so pretty when she smiled.

Now he was sulking in the tent, nursing his injuries Mihawk and Crocodile inflicted upon him after the fliers were dropped, showing him as the head of the organization. They both laid into him and the bumps and bruises all over would certainly take some time to heal. He had a bottle of rum in one hand and an ice pack in the other, cursing their names.

It didn't make it any better that Sunny showed up shortly after, frowning when she saw the clown's head hanging from Crocodile's hook while his body lay at his feet. Buggy couldn't believe she was scolding her husband, but not for hurting Buggy so much, more on the fact that she just finished getting stains out of Crocodile's shirt and now it was dirty again.

Of course, she had no reason to worry about Buggy. She had her husband after all. Why would Buggy think she would show any interest in his safety when she had her husband to think about?

He huffed in annoyance, taking a few drinks of his rum as he sulked on the couch. He didn't want to think about her at all because he felt that would just get him into trouble. She just... She was so pretty. That was the first thing that came to mind. When she smiled, her face would light up and eyes sparkled and Buggy thought that was almost as wonderful as all the treasure in the world. Almost.

But he just met her a few weeks ago. He shouldn't be thinking about her this way when her husband wouldn't hesitate killing him.

And why would he think she would even consider him? If she was bored of her husband she would go to someone like Mihawk, wouldn't she? Not some pathetic clown who she saw crying in front of her husband, begging for his life to be spared. Buggy wouldn't be surprised if she started keeping her distance after that. Maybe he needed to tell her to, but would that do any good? She was stubborn and would probably ignore him if he told her that.

He finished the bottle and threw it aside, grumbling to himself as he tried to not think about her.

~

It was dumb to do it.

Dumb, dumb, dumb. He was a dead clown for sure but he couldn't stop himself.

Mihawk and Sunny were outside together, actually gardening. Sunny was in her overalls and a duck printed tank top. Buggy tried not to stare at her exposed arms, free of marks and bruises from a night with her husband. She had a big floppy hat on, shielding her face from the sun. He noticed her hair was in two braids, though a few strands were loose that she kept brushing out of her eyes. She looked... Cute.

Mihawk noticed Buggy first, looking up from his task with narrowed eyes. Sunny was standing, leaning on a rake as she turned to look at Buggy. She grinned when she saw him.

"The clown lives!" She chuckled as she looked him over. He wasn't in that goofy red outfit now, instead in pants and a shirt, something a little more practical. "I hadn't seen you in a while. Thought you may have run off or something."

"I was busy, okay?!" He shot back, only to recoil slightly under Mihawk's glare. Buggy straightened up and cleared his throat. "You stopped coming around to bug me about teaching you tricks. I... Was just checking on you."

"Checking on me?" Sunny repeated with a frown. "Oh, sorry, I figured you wanted space after everything that happened. And Mihawk wanted to start a garden and I asked to help him."

Buggy tried to ignore the swordsman, choosing to keep his attention on Sunny instead. "Yea, well, how are you going to get better at juggling if you stop talking to me, huh?! Didn't you want to learn all of this stuff?!"

"I do..." Sunny frowned. "But why don't you help us out and then you can teach me some more? I wouldn't mind learning more tricks from you, if you're free."

"What sort of 'tricks' are you teaching, clown?" Mihawk asked. Sunny laughed as Buggy tried not to shake with fear in front of him.

"I want him to teach me to juggle and spin plates, Mihawk!" She told him with a smile. "I get so bored sometimes. I thought it would be fun and he's a great teacher."

Mihawk looked between the two before his gaze fell on Buggy. "Is that all you're doing?"

""Y-Yes! What else would it be?!" Buggy exclaimed nervously, any remaining calm now gone from his body. He didn't want Mihawk getting the wrong impression and telling Crocodile. He would be dead for sure. "That's all! Nothing else, understand?! Just some little tricks!"

"Very well." Mihawk pointed to the rake Sunny was leaning on. "Help her with some of the weeds. The sooner this is done the sooner you can 'teach her little tricks'."

Sunny handed Buggy the rake before going over to where she left some bottles of water. Once she was out of earshot, Mihawk stood up and grabbed Buggy by the front of his shirt, startling him.

"What game are you playing?" He asked Buggy.

He put his hands up, shaking his head. "Nothing, I swear, she wants me to teach her things and... And if she's happy then her husband will be happy, right? Less chance of him killing me, right?"

Mihawk narrowed his eyes, studying Buggy's face for any signs of ulterior motives. Supposedly the clown was telling the truth, that this was just to entertain Sunny, but he didn't trust Buggy. He released him and pushed him back.

"Yes, keep her happy, that's the best thing you can do, clown." Mihawk told him before he returned to his task. Sunny came back over, adjusting her hat as she smiled.

"C'mon, Buggy. I'll show you what to do." She told him, touching his arm, causing him to stiffen up for a moment. He glanced at Mihawk who was watching them, so Buggy pulled his arm away and let Sunny show him what to do.

Oh, he was a dead man for this. Mihawk wasn't stupid.

[ditzdove]

———

Still she gets up and does her due diligence as a good daughter and goes to check if her dad is home. She goes to the kitchen first making her own breakfast then to her father’s bedroom and finally goes to the living room having found no signs of him and sits on their couch checking the clock that hangs above the tv, 5:34 which she clinches her jaw at in anger and stares at the clock with contempt hoping to burn a hole through it with sheer willpower alone. She’s not upset about the presence or lack there of her father- well she is but that isn’t the issue the problem is that to day is Saturday.

And while her dad usually isn’t here on weekdays his job a very demanding one and his passion in exposing the paranormal is coming to be a tireless and all encompassing pursuit, she at least has solace knowing that the weekends are hers.

That every Saturday she has the pleasure of waking up in the radio in the kitchen singing ‘La bamba’ and hear her father humming along while he makes her pancakes, knowing that the rest of the day will most likely be the two of them lounging around on the couch watching reruns of mysterious mysteries. Knowing that she gets to have a day where her father’s attention is all hers.

And sure she knows he’s been going on more monster hunting trips lately and that he’s been taking more cases for the swollen eyeball but he told her that it wouldn’t cut into their time together. He promised that they’d still have time for their weekend together that it didn’t matter how busy he was he’d always have time for her. today was supposed to be their time it was supposed to be their day and it’s more important today than any other Saturday because it was her birthday. And He promised to be home by 7:00 so that they had time to celebrate he even said he’d bring a cake.

So she sits on their old beat up couch a bowl of cereal in her lap she poured her self when she woke up practically untouched staring at the clock as the hour and minute hands tick down. She wonders if he’ll actually have remembered the icing she wanted on her cake or if he’ll have remembered the cake at all.

…she hopes it’s chocolate

———

It’s 6:53 an hour has passed and the minutes continue to go by. She’s starting to get hungry but she still doesn’t pick up her spoon to eat simply continuing to staring down the clock. Her stomach growls in protest begging her to eat, finally she relents and starts to eat her now soggy cereal she’s finally stopped staring daggers at the clock. Dib is still not home but she knows he’ll make it in time… she knows he wouldn’t miss her birthday.

she chances a glance at the time again it 6:54. She scowls a bit but shakes her head and goes back to eating. “He’ll be here” she says out into the silent room, “Please be here” she pleads. A few more seconds goes by…

‘knock knock’

Mitzi’s head snaps to the door her eye wide, she hears the sound of keys jiggling and the door knob unlocking. She stands up and quickly put her bowl on the table ready to run into her father’s arms and berate him for almost being late. The door opens and just as Mitzi makes a dash for the door she sees who’s behind it… and her heart sinks.

It’s auntie Gaz.

“hey kid, what’re you- woah you look worse than normal” Gaz raises an eyebrow at the disheveled child in front of her. Mitzi looks Down at herself realizing she’s still wearing her night clothes, a blue shirt that has saturn on it and in big font says science under it and hot pink shorts “huh, guess so looks like I just got out of bed, still better than the time dad made me wear a dress though.”

She gives an awkward smile, gaz opens one of her eyes in a deadpan stare unamused. Mitzi smile drops and she looks away trying to find something else to talk about. Gaz takes pity on her and shows her the bag she has, and takes out a game slave 4.

“so, kid how do feel about video games.” Mitzi’s eyes fill with excitement and a bit of competitiveness, and she gives gaz a sharp grin back and says “i don’t know how do you feel about losing.” With a smug attitude

“oh you are so going down”

“please like a grandma could beat me”

“You’re gonna regret those words.”

The next two and half hours were spent with both girls on the couch playing ‘pig hunter: battle for the bacon’ which distracted them from even noticing the clock on the wall ticking away.

As time passed the two got into a debate about which game slave console was the best which lead to another debate on which piggy hunter game was the best, and which one had the best graphics or better story telling and so on and so forth.

“Okay but you have to admit ‘piggy hunter in space’ was such an interesting concept”

”more like a money grab with no discernible plot, and the controls were even worse!”

“Oh c’mon you just don’t like it cause it had aliens in it”

”the aliens come out of nowhere what even was the purpose for them being there?”

“You just don’t know good-‘growl.” Mitzi goes quiet as her face grows red as her stomach grumbles, the realization that she barely ate one bowl of cereal now dawning on her. Gaz looks up from the game slave with a raised eyebrow but face still neutral. “Ahem what I was trying to say was—‘growl’ mitzi looks even redder than before. Gaz sighs and gets up

”c’mon let find you something to eat other than cereal”

mitzi follows her to the kitchen silently still embarrassed by her inability to take care of herself. she sits at the table quietly while Gaz rummages through their fridge for anything to make. Gaz hums as she look’s through the fridge as it’s almost empty except for a jar of pickles, half a gallon of milk, some mayonnaise and left over pizza “you’re dad needs to go grocery shopping, so I guess we’re having leftover pizza.” She looks back towards Mitzi who’s staring at the table in thought.

”that good with you kid” she speaks a little louder the she meant to which makes mitzi startling a bit then nod. “Uh yeah that’s fine” she mumbles before turning back to the table. Gaz looks at for a while before turning back and her a plate and brings it to the table. The two sit in silence for a while Mitzi picking at her food refusing to look up until Gaz speaks up.

“Listen I know you’re upset about dib missing your birthday, and honestly you deserve to be.” Mitzi looks at gaz confused, but gaz just looks at her and continues

“you don’t deserve to be forced to be okay with him missing important events in your life just because you know it’d make him feel bad. I know first hand what it feels like to be left alone and pretend it’s okay and the fact that he knows what it feels like makes this whole situation worse.” For the first time since she met her, she looks at her niece really looks her eyes tired but full of hurt and resignation, and her body tense with anger. And for the first time looking at her niece she doesn’t see her brother, she sees her self a scared little girl angry at the world and at a father who couldn’t be bothered to care.

She takes a deep breath before she continues “you deserve a father who recognizes you and you don’t need to placate him to earn that recognition.”

She takes her niece’s small hand much like the first time she saw her a little bundle in her brothers arms and says “you’re dad loves you a whole lot but he sucks at showing it.” She looks at mitzi and small smile tugging at her lips. “So if he’s not doing a good job of showing it come to to me and I’ll set him straight”

mitzi let’s out small giggle “is that code for I’ll kick his ass”

gaz grins and slides a slice of pizza over to Mitzi they both grin and finish eating.

———

Bad writing warning

I know I should stop jumping from one au to another but this idea was to fun to pass up

[dimplessjoon]

Helloo its a pleasure to stumble across your acc! I just read your nam sickfic and I love it!! If you're accepting requests, how about one where Namjoon who has asthma has a severe attack in the middle of their schedule thats triggered by stress & exhaustion? And then the members take care of him and nurse him back to health. Tia so much🫶

Hello, thank you so much for requesting. Sorry it took so long to post this but I had my final exams going on. Also, I do not know much about asthma so this fic is not going to be very medically accurate. Sorry, though I hope you enjoy it.

Sleep. That was all Namjoon wanted right now. He was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. But there is no time for that right now. They had way too much going on for him to take a break. Oh how he wishes he could take a break. He could sleep for days but with their schedule right now he would be lucky to even get two hours of sleep each night.

Namjoon knew this wasn’t healthy. That he needed to stop and take a breath. But he just couldn’t. With their upcoming comeback there was just way too much to do. He needed to finish all the songs he was working on, learn all the choreographies and attend all the different meetings. After all of this he barely even had time to eat. But as the leader it was his responsibility to do all of these things. At least that’s what he thought. Even though now even doing the easiest things led him to be struggling to catch his breath.

Namjoon doesn’t remember a time when he did not know that he had asthma. He was diagnosed when he was very young and since then his entire life revolves around his illness. His parents became very overprotective of him and did not let him do anything that could potentially lead to an attack. But, Namjoon never let his illness stop him. He always wanted to prove to everyone that he was more than just his illness. Which is why he fought to join Bangtan and became an idol, even though his parents were worried sick about him. The life of an idol was exhausting and Namjoon struggled to keep up with everything especially with their intense choreographies. But, throughout the years he learned how to take care of himself, he knew when his asthma was getting bad and when to take breaks. Of course the members also know about his illness and made sure that Namjoon didn’t push himself too hard.

But this time, there was just too much to do. None of the members had any time to even think and it slipped everyone’s mind that Namjoon might not be able to cope with this intense schedule. So now he here's Namjoon was in the dance studio struggling to catch his breath. Namjoon was currently trying to remember the choreography for the latest song. He was alone in the studio as he was the only one who couldn't get the steps right, while everyone else had already perfected the dance. He had just finished another run through of the dance and was trying to catch his breath before starting another. He knew that he needed to rest, the ever persistent struggle to catch his breath made it obvious that he needed to rest. But, he just couldn't find the time, he had too much to do. But one thing that is obvious is if he wanted to avoid a full blown asthma attack he needed to rest at least a bit.

'If I have an asthma attack, all the other members will worry way too much and probably even postpone the comeback. I can't afford that just cause my body can't handle some stress.' Namjoon thought to himself.

So after catching his breath, he decided he will go home and sleep. It was already late and sleeping a little won't hurt anyone and it might just be what his body needs to stop its fight with air. He could just work on the dance tomorrow cause he did need to practice more.

He went back to the dorm and went to sleep.

He woke up feeling exhausted, he had managed to get 4 hours of sleep but the fatigue still plagued his body. He woke up and went to the bathroom to get ready, they had a packed schedule today. Starting with dance practice, then the rappers needed to attend some production meetings while the singers had vocal practice. Then he needed to spend time in the studio and finish the songs he is working on. He has so much to do and the exhaustion he feels is not helping him at all.

After getting ready he goes out to the kitchen to see all the members eating breakfast. He says a polite Good morning, while getting his food and sits down to eat it. Everyone responds back.

Then J-hope says, "Namjoon-ah, are you feeling okay, you don't look too good."

"Ya, hyung you look really bad. Are you sick?" Jimin adds.

The worry and concern can be seen in all six of their eyes. Namjoon smiles and reply to them as to not make them worry anymore.

"I am fine, just a bit tired. Nothing to worry about though."

Everyone gives a slight nod when Jin says, "Take care of yourself Joonie. Don't push yourself too hard. We need our leader in top condition for our comeback."

Namjoon smiles and nods at him, slowly a conversation starts happening and they all start talking. Spending time with the members really helped Joon relax a bit. After finishing breakfast everyone goes down to the car waiting for them and go to work.

They went to the dance studio and started practicing. Namjoon was hoping he could get through this without having an asthma attack, but as they go through the dance it was getting harder for him to breathe. He tries to keep moving but he just can't, his chest starts to tighten and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He hears the members saying something but can't make out what it is. Joon then falls down on his knees struggling to breathe and wheezing.

He can feel hands putting him in a sitting position, and can hear muffled shouting. Everything looks a little blurry but he can see someone in front of me. He is still trying to catch his breath, when he can finally make out who's in front of him.

"Hyung, hyung." Namjoon says

"Joon-ah, I'm here. I'm here. You're gonna be ok, but I need you to tell me where your inhaler is. Ok do you remember where you kept it." Jin says.

"Hyung, I can't breathe." Namjoon replies, and starts to cough.

Jin rubs his back hoping to calm him down. All the other members are looking for his inhaler but can't find it. He usually keeps it in his gym bag but for some reason it's not here today. They can't even get the one their manager keeps with himself because, their manager had kept it in his office and he had left the company for a meeting leaving his office locked.

"Joonie I know, but do you know where your inhaler is. You need that." Jin tries again. Everyone was starting to panic more as they struggled to look for his inhaler.

"In In-haler?" Namjoon asks finally being able to understand what Jin was asking him.

"Yes, Joonie. Where is it?" Jin asks

"Stu, Studio." Namjoon says

"Studio. Is it in your studio? Is it in Rkive." Jin says

Namjoon gives a slight nod. His wheezing getting worse and the sounds of his breathing increasing with each breath.

"Guys, Guys his inhaler is in his studio go and get it. Quick." Jin calls out to the rest of the members. They all rush out to go and look for it. Luckily Yoongi knew the password to Namjoon's studio so they could get in quickly.

"Joonie it's ok. You're gonna be ok." Jin repeats to help calm Namjoon down.

"It hurts." Namjoon says. His voice so small and pained that it breaks Jin's heart.

"It's going to be ok. Hyung's here. Ok Joonie. Hyung's going to make everything better." Jin continues reassuring Namjoon until finally the members come back with his inhaler.

Yoongi rushes towards them, and starts doing the process for the inhaler. After using the inhaler, Namjoon's breathing finally calms down.

Namjoon's POV

"There you go Joon-ah. You feeling better?" Yoongi says

I give a nod, taking deep breaths and relishing in the fact that I can breathe again.

"Aish, Joonie. You scared all of us." Yoongi hyung says he hugs me. I move closer to him leaning into the touch. That was most definitely scary. No matter how many times I had an asthma attack it never got any easier to deal with. It was still as scary as the ones before.

"Hmm" I just hum in response too exhausted to want to talk.

"Hyung, the car is here, and I talked to manager-nim and he has cleared the schedule for the day, we are free to leave." Jimin says coming into the room. I didn't even realize when he left.

"Ok, that's good. Thanks Jimin-ah. Alright Joonie, let's go back home so you can rest." Hobi says

"Ya, I'm tired." I say yawning. The attack really took everything out of him.

"Come on hyung, hop on my back so you don't get more tired." Kook says

"You don't have to do that Kookie, I can walk." I reply. It doesn't matter how tired I am. They are all tired too. I can't ask Kook to carry me.

"I want to hyung." He replies and I sigh and get onto his back knowing he is not going to take no for an answer.

"Let's go. But Joonie, don't think we are going to forget what happened today. We'll talk about it after you get some rest." Jin hyung says

I sigh, and give a slight nod. I know there is no way that the members are going to let this go without scolding me. But that was a later problem. Right now all I wanted to do was sleep. And that's exactly what I did right after I sat in the car.

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When I woke up I was in my bed, with Tae cuddling next to me. I was not as exhausted as before but I was still not back to my full energy.

"Hyung, you're up." Tae says slowly waking up and getting off of me.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asks.

"Ya, I feel a bit better, but I'm still tired." I reply

"That's to be expected. That was a pretty bad attack. You scared all of us." He says

"Ya, I know. I'm sorry." I reply, feeling guilty for worry all of them.

"Hmm, I'll go tell the hyungs you're up." Tae says as he is leaving.

Tae comes back a few minutes later, everyone else following him. Jimin carrying a bowl of soup in his hand.

"How are you feeling hyung?" Jungkook asks

"I feel better Kookie." I answer smiling at him.

"That's good. Here hyung, have some soup. You need to gain your energy back." Jimin says.

"Thanks Jiminie." I say and start eating the soup. It tastes really good and in a few minutes I have finished the whole bowl. During this entire time I can feel Jin hyung staring at me. I know I'm going to get a lecture as soon as he is sure that I'm feeling better. I know I shouldn't have lied to the members but I really didn't want to sit through everyone scolding me on how to take care of myself.

"Namjoonie, we need to talk about what happened." Yoongi hyung says as Hobi take the bowl from my hand and places it on the table.

"Why didn't you tell us that you were feeling bad? We would've stopped the practice." Yoongi hyung asks.

I knew I couldn't lie to them cause after living together for so long they could see right through me.

"I thought I could get through it. Besides we have way too much to do we can't afford to not practice." I say

"Joon, your health is a lot more important than work. It doesn't matter if we have delay the work a little what matters is that you are safe and sound. When was the last time you got a full night's sleep? " Jin hyung adds

I look down on my lap. I honestly don't remember when I slept the whole night, and I relayed that back.

"See, Joonie. You are overworking yourself. You can't do that. What if you had the asthma attack when you were alone, what would've happened then." Hobi says

"Or, what if the asthma attack got so bad that the inhaler would've not been enough. This is serious you can't keep overworking yourself and ignoring your health like this." Jimin adds

"And, why wasn't your inhaler in your bag. That was so irresponsible of you. What if we didn't get the inhaler in time. There were so many ways this could have gone wrong." Jin hyung says

'I'm sorry." I say keeping my head low. I now realize how easily this could've gone very wrong.

"We're sorry too hyung. We should have said something about this. It was obvious by your dark circles and your exhausted face that something was wrong, but we didn't notice. We should have." Jungkook says

"No, it's not you guys fault. I should have taken better care of myself." I say. They should not be blaming themselves for this.

"Yes, you should've taken better care of yourself. But Kookie is right we should have noticed and forced you to rest. So from now on we are all going to work on this. We are going to look put for each other more, and you are going to get better at communicating your needs. This goes for all of you too. You need to tell someone when you feel the stress getting too much. None of you need to overwork yourself." Yoongi hyung says and everyone gives slight nods.

"This goes for you too Yoongi. God knows why you and Namjoon are hell bent on not asking for help." Jin hyung says

"Now get some rest Joonie, and don't worry about work. I am going to talk to the company and get a short break." he adds on.

"Hyung, you don't need to do that, I'll be fine after I rest today." I say. I really don't want to push the comeback.

"This is not up for discussion Joonie. Now get some rest." Jin hyung says while kissing my forehead and then leaving.

"Take care of yourself Joon-ah." Yoongi hyungs says while following after Jin.

After the two members have left, the other four get into my bed and starts cuddling up next to me. Not that I would ever admit it but it feels nice having them around me.

"Joonie, let's watch a movie." Hobi says as Jungkook turns on the TV in my room.

I nod and give a smile to them. Maybe this break is not a bad idea especially if he gets to spend time with his members.

I hope you like it.

[missspringthyme]

February 6th, 2024

Productive day today! I set my alarm for 7 to try and reset my sleeping patterns, and it kinda worked. I got up at 9! I'm still working on implementing the routine I want, but we're making progress. I'm hopeful that my Utrecht/Amsterdam trip will be a good reset instead of a derailment, though, so we'll see, and I'm going to try and start taking my meds again. If I do though, I'm going to have to be careful because I've been weirdly thirsty lately. It feels like no matter how much I drink, I always feel a little bit dehydrated. What I wouldn't do for a yellow or cucumber Gatorade right now.

The business casual fit for today included a blouse I thrifted that was handmade in Vietnam. I really like it, but I feel a bit self conscious wearing it. I don't know why, but at least by wearing it out in public at least one time it's helped me break the seal. I also decided to do eyeliner today because I was wearing an all Grey outfit and I felt like my face needed some more contrast. Additionally, my acne is awful right now and I sometimes overcompensate with make up when I feel self conscious. This was a bit of a decision for someone who doesn't wear eyeliner normally and currently lives in a region of the world where practical and subtle are prized over "fun", so I decided to wear a pair of my glasses to compensate. I picked the green ones because the brown ones felt too warm for the outfit.

At my faculty, I met up with my former Italian roommate because she had agreed to be a participant in the eeg study. We got there a little early so she ate a burrito while I responded to my little sister's questions about when and where my train would be arriving. After 1pm rolled around, we headed upstairs to my supervisors office. My former Italian roommate has never done a psychological study before and she was surprised that I've been a participant for a lot. While we waited for the Greek girl to come, my supervisor and I talked about why psychology students make up the majority of participant pools of psychology studies. She asked if that was good, which of course it isn't but what can you do? (Participate in science kids! It's a civil duty!!) We headed upstairs to the lab and got my former Italian roommate ready. The booth is very crowded with 4 people, but that's the price of learning. As I predicted when I was the participant, I found it much harder to be the researcher than the participant. Several times I had to fight falling asleep while I attempted to entertain myself without making too much noise. You try being perfectly still and quiet in a sound proof cube and rhythmic tones.

In the middle, I got up to go to the bathroom. Partially because I had to and partially so I could get a break. The bathroom was weird and only locked from the door leading into the hallway, which took me a minute to figure out. I also noticed that the entire time I had a white sunscreen cast on my lips and that was very annoying.

After we finished, I told her I'd meet her downstairs after we finished up our meeting. My supervisor showed up the eeg readings in MATLAB and gave us some samples to look through on our own time. I appreciate that he's going slow, but I worry this is a situation where he's going to spend too much time teaching us how to visually identify blinks by the amplitude of the wave and then brush past the actual difficult analysis bits. We'll see if my prediction comes true.

I do have a confession, I kinda lied to my former Italian roommate. She really wanted me to come over to her house but I knew if I did there I'd be there until late at night and I'm having enough trouble getting to bed on time as it is. So instead I told her that I had errands to run so I didn't have much time. This is partially true because I needed more shampoo and conditioner and muesli, but DM closes at 8 not 5. This led me to adding a stupid lie in the middle of the truth which was that I had a package I needed to pick up. This is better because there's more of a strict time limit, but also worse because she then asked me what I ordered. Fuck. So, being the good liar I am, I crafted a lie out of something that very easily could have been true. There's this card game called Marrying Mr.Darcy that I really want to get my sister as a present. She loves Pride and Prejeduce, and I think she would find it funny. I put it in my list of Christmas gift ideas, but realized it would be great as a birthday present too. Unfortunately it wouldn't have arrived on time and shipping to Germany is expensive, so I didn't order it. This game also has expansion decks, so I told my former Italian roommate that I accidentally ordered an expansion deck instead of the game so whoopsie guess I'll just wait for Christmas. I wish one of my knee jerk instincts wasn't to lie, and I wish I wasn't so good at it. (Or do I?)

Anyway, instead of going to her house we opted to walk around downtown for a bit. It was extremely windy today and I hadn't really dressed for the weather because I had stupidly assumed that the nicer weather we'd been having would continue. What's funny is the last time I was in Germany around Karneval it was during reading week and I remember being so amazed by how sunny and warm it was compared to Scotland. I don't know if I've become more of a wimp or if the weather was just incredible in February 2019. Maybe a bit of both. We talked for an hour or 2 before I said goodbye at the bus station. She keeps reminding me to bring a towel because the hostel probably won't have one, and only stops when I show her the reminder I've put in my phone.

Back home, I pick up my shampoo and conditioner and muesli (and pretzel and lemonade). I really wish someone could just tell me what hair products to buy, because I get overwhelmed everytime. I just keep trying out new shampoos hoping I'll know when I've found the one, but if I'm honest the closest I've come was the love, beauty, and planet one but purely for their scent. Very thick, almost spicy lavender. It's incredible and has been slowly vanishing from store shelves, which I very much dislike. This time, I'm trying a volume and "illuminate"(?) Shampoo, so I'll write an update if my hair is incredible. One thing I'll say for the US, they understand that you need shampoo and conditioner bottles that aren't the size of a thimble. €10 for 2 bottles that fit in one of my tiny little hands should be considered a crime against humanity.

I ate my pretzel as I walked home (2nd thing I had eaten that day besides breakfast) and found myself behind a mother and her kid. Kids make me really happy, and I always try and listen in on what they've got to say when I'm passing by. Instead though, today the only thing I caught was his mother telling him that whatever jumble of words that had just spilled out was a very good question. I feel like "that's a good question" is a lot more earnest in German. In English, it has some spite mixed in.

At home, German American told me that she overheard that a very popular German youtuber is moving into our building. Neither of us had ever heard of him, so we watched one of his more recent videos and were confused to say the least. Incredible (coughexpensivecough) production value but baffling plot. I had pasta tonight to use up the sauce in my fridge. Tomorrow I'll have to remember to make my vegan poke bowl again so I use up my fresh ingredients. Channa masala will have to wait until I get back. Things were also a little more light in the kitchen today. I really miss the group dynamic we all used to have when I first moved in, but things were good today. Everyone had some of my mochi and I had some of German Americans Japanese KitKats while she circled things she wanted in the kaufland magazine we had received in the mail. Looks like next time I take the train, I'll be stopping to buy chocolate cream cheese (??)

Right as I was getting ready for bed, T called to tell me some fantastic news! He talked to his Chem professor and he's got some really good leads on being able to start doing research soon!! I'm so ridiculously proud of him, he deserves the world. A full day today.

[kitashousewife]

4:23 pm

authors note: hi guys! i thought i would write something else. i thought i would try to write for shoyo, since his personality is a little bit like my s/o!!! i think since im starting writing i wanna do more of these time stamp drabbles!! we will see

pairings: timeskip!shoyo x fem!reader

warnings: pet names (babe, baby, sweetheart, pretty girl), otherwise none! super fluffy, lowercase intentional

today was too much. intense day at work, hours of projects, two missed bus stops, and on top of that, it started to rain on your walk to you and shoyo’s shared apartment. why today?

after hurriedly unlocking the door, taking off your now soaked shoes and socks, you pat pat pat to the bedroom to change into something comfortable. the slightly damp footprints you left behind now quickly dissipate in rays of gold, which of course decided to show themselves after you got home. 

unlucky. 

emerging from the bedroom, you walk to the kitchen to make some tea. where is shoyo? assuming he is running late, you then journey to the couch, sitting yourself down and allowing it to swallow you up in its fluffy cushions. scrolling on your phone, fatigue begins to set in. each blink becomes slower, heavier, the blue light of your phone becoming hazy as you’re slowly pulled deeper into the beginning of sleep. where is shoyo? your mind drifts to the only man who can help this day be better. all of your worries and stressors slipping away like silk from your mind as the arms of rest pull you in, further and further and

“hey baby! so sorry i’m late,” shoyo exclaimed as he bursts through the door, kicking his shoes off and tossing his bag on the ground, along with his keys, creating a metallic clink on the ground that echoes through the previously silent apartment. “babe, did you know it rained today? bokkun mentioned it while we were cleaning up after practice, i guess i just didn’t notice. anyways, how was your day? what...” shoyo’s cheerful shout slowly trailed off as he turned around to see you on the couch, face in the cushion, phone in hand. 

shoyo walks over to your sleeping figure carefully, not wanting to wake his favorite girl. a breathy chuckle leaves his lips as he notices your phone in your hand, still lit up, message typed and ready to send.

shoyo, are you coming home soon? today was terrible and i just need you.

something pangs in his chest. was it guilt? worry? he slowly pulls your phone from your hands, setting it on the coffee table. his warm fingers thread themselves, ever so lightly, through your hair to brush it out of your face. a smile grows across his face as he sees you, eyelashes fluttering, cheeks heating up from your position on the cushion. you slowly open your eyes, squinting up at the fuzzy image in front of you. as the sleep fades away, your eyes focus in on the one person you need today. 

shoyo.

“good morning, pretty girl,” shoyo kisses the top of your head, then settles himself on the couch next to you. he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. “were you able to get some rest?”

“sho, i missed you so much today,” you mumble as you bury your face into his shoulder, swinging your legs up to lay across his lap. 

“i missed you too, sweetheart,” shoyo softly speaks into your forehead, leaving a kiss there, as he runs his fingers up and down your back. sighing, you nuzzle closer into him. chuckling, shoyo places a finger under your chin, tilting it up so that you are looking at his handsome face. you grin sleepily up at him, his face mirroring yours. 

“now, tell me about your day.”

[sirowsky]

Driving Mr. Tovar

Chapter 1 - Don't Get Comfortable

Description: We’re introduced to Reader, as you drive out of the city to meet the reclusive billionaire Samuel Rose, for a job interview at his massive, but secluded estate.

Author’s Note: Both Pero and Reader are around 40 years old, because I wanted them to have history to bring to the table. This is a slow burn romance but will feature no pregnancies/babies.

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: Pero x female reader, cursing, slight angst, Pero being mildly threatening. Word count: 3445 (549 words added) Masterlist (this story) Author’s Masterlist

   You were never late. This was simply a fact of your existence. You always started too early, just in case, and your mind was always ten steps ahead, to make sure you didn’t miss anything.    This morning, you’d gotten up at 4 am, to have time to do your yoga, go for your run, have breakfast, shower and get ready, and finally manage the hour-long drive from your apartment to the estate, all before 7 am.

   In truth, you hated getting up early, and you absolutely despised morning workouts since it took time for your body to wake up properly, which made it feel a bit like trying to run whilst drunk. Nothing responded the way it was supposed to, which put you off balance and made your body feel heavy and sluggish.    You’d started the pre-run yoga routine in order to make sure your body was at least moderately awake by the time your feet hit the pavement, and it did help, but you really didn’t enjoy it.

   So, why put yourself through all that trouble?    Because you thrived on discipline and descended into complete disarray without it. You might have hated it, but you needed it to stay sane. And quite possibly, alive.

   You’d spent many long years making your way through each workday on caffeine and little else, and over time, it had worn you down to the point where your health had started to become an issue at just 40 years old.    Your doctor had urged you to make some changes to your life, starting with your job, to get your internal stress under control, and he was also the one who had suggested you force your body into new routines.

   You’d always been good at taking orders, as well as organizing and planning (as long as it wasn’t for yourself), so when he’d made it clear that if you wanted to live past 60, his admonishments shouldn’t be considered suggestions, you’d obeyed.    You’d been a personal assistant to the owner of a bank for the better part of a decade, and she’d come to rely on you to keep her life outside of work on track. So much so that her teenage children had been heartbroken to find out that you’d quit.    You’d practically raised them.

   But you did want to live to see retirement one day, so despite having no other qualifications, you’d begun to apply for other jobs. Still, it was hard to find anything you might be good at which wouldn’t require you to keep another person’s entire life under minute control, whilst having to bury and disregard your own.    However, a stroke of luck had brought an unconventional ad to your attention, and that was how you’d ended up driving out into the middle of nowhere for an interview at the crack of dawn.

   The application was for a live-in driver but the ad hadn’t specified any more than that.    But it was way out in the country, deep in the woods, which was already appealing to you after so many years living in a concrete jungle. It was a lone estate on a huge property owned by a tech genius, and you could certainly see the advantages for someone like that to have drivers on the payroll. So, it was worth a shot, since you were a good driver, even if you’d never contemplated doing it for a living before.

   You arrived at the huge, locked gates, nestled into the twenty-foot-high stone walls which surrounded the main property, fifteen minutes early, and you were about to park the car a bit to the side while you waited for your appointed time. But just moments after you got there, the gates began to swing open.    No one was there to ask for ID or check your car for anything dangerous, you were just silently invited to enter, which made you wonder two things.

   Firstly, what piece of advanced technology had already determined your identification, and where was it? Because there were no visible cameras or other forms of detection equipment anywhere, not even a doorbell. And second, what type of weaponry was being aimed at you, right then?

   You drove inside and the massive iron gates closed behind you, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit like a mouse in a trap. But then, that was probably the point.    A sharply dressed man was standing by the foot of the front steps to the main house, directing you to park right in front of him, before opening the door for you as soon as you came to a stop.

   “Good morning, miss,” he greeted politely.

   He was probably in his mid-fifties, tall and just a bit plump, with an air about him which suggested he was at least somewhat trained as a butler, although he seemed more like someone who had been groomed by life rather than schools.

   “Good morning, sir,” you answered. “I’m a bit early.”

   “That’s fine. Mr. Rose appreciates the respectfulness of not being late, and the consideration for his limited time. He’s having breakfast at the moment, but he won’t mind starting the meeting early.    I’ll show you to him. My name is Coulson.”

   You gave him your name in return and thanked him as he led you up the stairs and held the front door for you.    The main house was… huge. Some twenty rooms, you guessed. And while the outside design of it gave the impression of it being old but perfectly reconditioned, you knew that Mr. Rose had had the place built just ten years earlier, and the inside of it clearly reflected that.

   The entry hall was massive, with a large black granite staircase winding its way up to the second floor, taking up most of the rear half of the hall. And the placement of the rooms, the size and shape of them, all indicated that a modern designer had been involved with the architecture. It was efficiently designed and tailored to fit the needs of its owner. And most of the materials were modern and sustainable. All the floors and ceilings were of darker materials or colors, but all the walls were in light shades, and all the curtains had been perfectly matched with the wallpapers to create spaces which felt light and airy.    In short, it was beautiful.

   Coulson led you through the left wing of the house, past what appeared to be a smaller ballroom, and then a dining room which connected to the kitchen via a large swiveling door. And behind that door, Mr. Rose was indeed sitting by himself, having breakfast and reading a newspaper.    He was younger than you, mid-thirties, and average-built but with an impeccable posture to help him carry the tailored suit he wore. His skin was a rich almond brown color, and his black hair was cropped short, simple and efficient, and the only jewelry he wore was a watch from a brand you didn’t recognize.

   “Your seven-o-clock appointment, sir,” the butler announced while gesturing for you to approach.

   “Thank you, Coulson,” Mr. Rose warmly replied to him.

   The butler just nodded and left, the same way you’d come in, and Mr. Rose gestured to a chair opposite him at his small breakfast table.

   “Welcome. How was the drive from the city?” he asked, sounding genuinely interested even in such a bland subject.

   “It was good, thank you,” you answered, before trying to find a more rewarding reply. “I had plenty of time to go over just how many ways to screw up an interview, so if I still do, I’ll really have to kick myself.”

   Your host chuckled a little at that while he folded the newspaper away.

   “I’m sure you have some questions. Feel free to ask them,” he smiled at you, but you were slightly taken aback because it seemed like a strange way to begin an interview.

Wasn't he the one who was supposed to ask the questions?

   “Um, well… When your assistant called me to set the meeting, I kind of expected to get some more information on what the job really is, but she said that I’d have to ask you about that.”

   “First off, I don’t have an assistant, the woman you spoke to is my housekeeper, Laura. You’ll meet her later,” he explained, making you wonder why he would introduce you to the staff before even hiring you. “Secondly, the application was quite vague, but that was intentional. I didn’t want to narrow the applicants too much.    I’ve learned that merits on paper do very little to tell you which person is going to fit any given position, so I like to keep all options open.    Also, this job is going to be… challenging. I doubt if any previous merits would do anyone much good with this, although I suppose it doesn’t hurt to have some experience with assisting… shall we say demanding individuals.”

   “That’s pretty much all I’ve ever done,” you conceded. “But I get the feeling we’re not talking about you, here?”

   “No. But before we get to that, I’d like to talk a little more about you," he redirected, and you were instantly self-conscious. "From your records, I can see that you’ve been a very diligent worker your entire adult life. There’s nothing but praise for you from your previous employers. In fact, most of them cited you as being irreplaceable.    So, why the sudden change?”

   “Because it turns out that I’ve been a little too diligent. Sacrificing not just my personal time and social life to my jobs, but my health as well,” you explained. “I need a change of pace and if it comes with a change of scenery too, that’s probably just for the better.”

   “I see,” he said after a brief pause. “What about family?”

   “I have a sister, but we’re not close, we never really have been.”

   He stayed quiet and just studied you for a few beats, before he spoke again.

   “Okay, any other questions?” he asked, making you start mentally preparing for the end of this conversation, since that was what it sounded like you were heading for, and no three-minute interview had ever landed you a job before.

   “Just about the security of this place,” you shrugged, already feeling dejected, “but I doubt you’d wanna share that with me until you’ve decided if I’m hired or not.”

   “Oh, you are,” he said without pause, as if it was completely obvious. “Assuming you’ll still want the job once you’ve learned what it really is.”

   You stared dumbly at him, feeling quite confused, since you’d just dismissed your own chances completely.

   “I-I am…?”

   “That surprises you?” he asked, looking somewhat bemused.

   “Well, yeah. I mean, I assumed you’d have other applicants, other interviews to do before you made up your mind. Holy shit…” you breathed, truly staggered at this turn of events, while the billionaire across from you merely smiled softly and shook his head slowly a couple of times.

   “It’s rare that I like a person on paper. Even rarer that I continue to like them after thoroughly researching them, and downright unique that my interest in them only grows as I meet them.    You weren’t the only applicant, but you are the only one being interviewed,” he explained calmly.

   “Oh.” You were genuinely struggling to find any actual words to offer in return. “Sorry, I don’t know how to respond to this.”

   “That’s okay,” he said with a small chuckle. “And about the security, I can tell you there’s plenty of it, but it’s been specifically designed not to be easily detectable, so you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t share the details of it.    But, sufficed to say, I knew exactly what time you’d be arriving this morning.”

   “I assumed so. And I also assume I was allowed onto the premises without any obvious screening, because there are security measures in place which wouldn’t have allowed me to escape, had I come here with malicious intent?” you shared your observations, and that earned you a fuller smile from him.

   “Exactly right. You’re gonna fit right in here, if you chose to stay.”

   “You don’t seem very confident that I’ll want to…” you prodded, and his smile went from mildly impressed, to a bit annoyed.

   Affectionate, but annoyed.

   “Yes, well I suppose I can’t put it off much longer,” he sighed. “Come with me, and I’ll show you.”

   He got up and led you back to the front entrance, and outside where he walked along the right wing of the house, around the corner and onto a gravel path which led to a smaller side-building, nestled in between four big old oak-trees.    It was small compared to the main building, but it was still a full-sized house. One floor, probably four or five rooms, plus the kitchen, and a big porch at the back.

   Mr. Rose knocked on the door, and a muffled male voice called for him to enter. He nodded at you to follow him inside, and then started chatting as he walked into the kitchen.

   “Morning, Tov. How’s your hand?”

   You stepped into the hall, and just a few feet in, the living room opened up to your left, while the kitchen was a little further in, to the right, past the coat-hangers and closets in the hall.    You stopped to admire the beautifully furnished living room, with a big fireplace taking center stage, while the tv had been surpassed to the right wall.    There were positively packed bookcases as well as glass cabinets filled with movies and LP-records, covering every wall of the room, and the sofa and the two pulpy-looking armchairs just screamed leisurely comfort.

   “Fine. Don’t tell me you came down so early to check on a few cuts, jefe.”

   The grumpy, deep voice, with a thick Spanish accent, snapped you out of your reverie, and you quickly followed the sound over to the kitchen.    You came into view behind Mr. Rose just as the unknown man turned from the kitchen counter, grasping a coffee-mug and bringing it to his mouth.

   “No, I came to introduce you to your driver,” Mr. Rose declared while politely gesturing towards you.

   The mug froze a few inches from the unknown man’s lips as he saw you, and when he heard his boss announce who you were, his arm dropped all the way down to his waist, and a downright scary looking scowl came over his scarred face.

   “Hijo de puta…” the man spat between tight jaws.

   “Tov, we talked about this.”

   “And I told you: I don't need help,” the man snapped, getting angrier by the second, although Mr. Rose took it in stride.

   “Since you refuse to get a driver’s license, you need a driver, you know that. I can’t keep sparing people from other positions to help you run errands.”

   “Errands? I do not run errands, I do what must be done.”

   “As do I,” Mr. Rose returned, and there was suddenly an authority to his voice which made the other man hold his tongue. “This is not a debate, Tov. I’m your boss and I’m telling you – this woman is your driver from now on.”

   He gave the grumpy man your name, at which point he turned away from you, as though he could make you disappear if he just couldn’t see you.    Mr. Rose seemed to stifle an eyeroll as he angled himself more towards you.

   “I apologize for this man’s less than polite behavior, but if it’s of any comfort to you, he treats everyone like this.    His name is Pero Tovar, and he’s what you might call the manager of this estate. Since he dislikes people overall, his primary function is to take care of my horses, but he seems to just generally know everything that goes on here anyway, from who the gardener’s dating, to which one of the housekeeper’s granddaughters just took up ballet.”

   Mr. Tovar was busying himself with needlessly rearranging and fiddling with the things on his counter, anything to not have to turn around and acknowledge your presence.

   “I have eyes and ears. This is all it takes,” he grumbled, but his employer just huffed at him.

   “Honestly, I haven’t ruled out the possibility that he’s some form of sorcerer. But he’s also a skilled fighter, and his attitude of just not giving a shit if people like him makes him good at weeding out bullshit. Which is just one of the reasons why I like to bring him along as my personal security from time to time.    Now, since he doesn’t trust anyone else to tend to the horses, he’s in charge of making sure they have everything they need, which means weekly trips into town to restock on their feeds, treats and anything else he feels that they might be lacking.    And since he meddles in all other aspects of this estate as well, he usually ends up running errands for Coulson, the gardener, the cook and the housekeeper as well.”

   Mr. Tovar still had his back turned to you, and he grumbled something you couldn’t interpret, but Mr. Rose just ignored him and kept going.

   “The problem is that he keeps borrowing people from my security team in order to run said errands, which was fine a year ago when I didn’t have that much need for them. But my circumstances have gotten more delicate, so I require them to be at their posts now.    Obviously, that’s where you come in. And just so we’re clear: Tov is one of very few people I trust, and that makes him invaluable to me.    So, in addition to driving him anywhere he wants to go, I’m expecting you to look after him, however much he protests, since he’s also hopeless at taking care of himself.    I have a room ready for you here, and I’d prefer it if you lived here while you work for me, even if it does mean sharing house with a brute.”

   Right. Okay. This was so not what you’d expected.    But, despite his gruffness, the Spaniard had something appealing about him. He was scarred and troubled, and inherently distrustful, as well as surprisingly easily offended for someone who was obviously held in the very highest regard by his employer.    Still, he clearly took great pride in his work, and that was something you understood and respected.    You squared your shoulders.

   “Thank you for your trust, Mr. Rose. I won’t let you down.”

   He seemed relieved that you didn’t just turn around and run away, making you wonder if there had been others who had.    He thanked you in return, and told you to take the day to get familiar with everything, before he said something in Spanish to his friend, and then excused himself to get started on his workday.    Allowing you and the brute a chance to hash it out.

   “Just to be clear, Mr. Tovar; I won’t expect or ask you to like me, only that you respect that I have a strong work-ethic, just like you.    I like to earn my keep, and I’m not afraid of hard work.”

   He scoffed as he finally turned back towards you, to thoroughly look you over, head to toe and back again.

   “A woman as soft as you, has not known hard work.”

   “How would you know how soft I am?” you challenged.

   “Your hands,” he replied with a sneer. “They are smooth, not used to toiling, no dirt under your nails. You are soft. No probado.”

   Oh, was that how it was gonna be? Fine. You could play this game too.

   “I might not have any battle-scars that you can see, but there’s more than one way to know hardship.    You know nothing more about me than I do about you, so how about we get the pissing contest over with: Since you’re the only dick present, you’re automatically the biggest one.    I am in no conceivable way any threat to you, so just let me work, okay?”

   He merely glared at you, still with something conniving in the depths of his eyes.

   “Would you at least show me which room is mine, so I don’t wander into yours uninvited?” you asked with a mildly exasperated sigh.

   He finally sipped his coffee, then pushed off the kitchen counter and headed off towards the bedrooms.    He led you to the last room in the hall, and then just leaned against the doorframe while you walked inside and looked around. It was almost bigger than your entire apartment.

   “Don’t get comfortable, blando. You won’t be staying.”

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Mr. almost-eight-times-world-champion (part 5)

Credit to @vousnavezrienvuf1 for the gif

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4.

Summary: YN makes it to Bahrain 🇧🇭, first race of the season 🏁 with her mum, Angela 🏋️‍♀️, and the driver she hated a little bit less everyday, Lewis Hamilton 🏎.

Warnings: protected sex, swearing, tattoos. This is the last chapter for now, guys 😢. I really need to take a break of this story, I’m not used to writing these 😅. Thank you so much for all the support, really, you made me the happiest💓💓. 

Word count: 4.1K (sorry😅)

*

You landed in the International Bahrain airport during the first practice day. It was already late, only your mum was waiting for you at the airport. She was more than happy to have you there and to spend half of the night in the hotel room you shared, making up for the lost time, thought you talked to her on the phone everyday. Twice.

Saturday came fast and you were exited: it was quali day. When you woke up your mum had already left. It wasn’t that late, but she needed to start her mornings early with the rest of the team and Lewis. Lewis… The driver didn’t know you were there. Surely he was going to be exited, right? You were so sure about it when you took the plane, but now doubts were invading your mind, thinking he might not want you there. It would hurt you. Why did you care anyways?

Third practice just started. Text me when you get here. DON’T FORGET YOUR PADDOCK PASS!!

Right, time to take a shower, get ready and go. Without forgetting your pass. By the way, where was it?

*

Mum!! I’m outside.

Wait there. Bono is on his way to get you. 

“Peter Bonnington?!? Is that you?!?” You shouted to the lost man who was trying to find you, a smile on your lips when you saw him after so many time.

“YN???” He asked shocked while you were already scanning your pass. 

“The one and only” you laughed watching as he walked faster towards you, hugging you tight as soon as he could.

“I didn’t even recognised you” he laughed as he guided you to the paddock. “I was so happy when your mum told me you were here, did you just arrived??” 

“No, I arrived yesterday night. But it was already late… God, I can’t believe I forgot how it felt to be here” you took a look at your surrounding. There were a lot of cameras. Employees from different teams running around, posters of the drivers, music mixed with the murmurs of people… but especially the smell. It smelled like burnt rubber and gasoline, you were already addicted to it. “Hurry up kiddo, qualy is about to start and I’m the engineer of a driver” Bono talked walking some steps ahead of you already. 

“I’m not a kid anymore” you rolled your eyes back before hurrying up to reach him before you got lost.

You were in front of that wall full of headphones taking yours when you heard your mum yelling to Lewis to hurry up, as usual, while they walked towards the car. You mum saw you and waved quickly before focusing back on Lewis, helping him with the gloves and helmet. Only then, when he was fully dressed to get in the car, he turned around and saw you. He waved just like your mum and started walking towards you, but it was actually her the one who grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the car.

Once he in the car, your mum joined you at the back of the garage, both of you with your headphones watching the screen that showed the cars ready to start.

-Radio check- you heard thought the headphones.

-Loud and clear. Good luck for the first quali of the season, Lewis- Bono as always said.

-Is YN hearing?- he asked, making you really nervous at what he was about to say.

-Yes- Bono confirmed after looking back at you.

-Hi YN. I couldn’t say anything before, you know, your mum… Hope you enjoy this after so long without coming- he said and you smiled thanking the kind gesture, but also worried about 1) his concentration 2) the whole team was looking at you and 3) the words he just said being recorded.

-Alright… Keep your head in the race- 

-I always do- Lewis huffed. Not even 2 minutes after, quali began. 

It wasn’t a messy qualy, it was just strange. Mercedes didn’t perform as good as always, though they already knew it would be like that. Leclerc got pole, Mick got through P2 and Bottas managed to go faster than Russell. No one was expecting these results, but a new era had begun. 

You were leaving the paddock so late there wasn’t even photographers anymore. Bono and your mum walked ahead, you and Lewis were behind as you couldn’t walk properly anymore because of the heels. They were really pretty, but a killer. 

“Do you have plans for tonight?” He suddenly asked making you move your head abruptly to face him. 

“…Sleep. I think it’s a good plan for you too considering you have a race to win tomorrow”

“Yeah, but I also need to have dinner. Do you want to come?? We can just order room service to avoid fans and paparazzis” he suggested.

“Okay. I was going to have dinner in the hotel too anyways” you shrugged, convinced it was a good innocent plan. 

“Angela, Bono, you coming???” Lewis asked to the others. 

“I’m directly off to bed” your mum said sounded really tired, as you laughed. You always thought it was impossible to get her tired.

“I still need to check some things with the mechanics” Bono talked.

“Okay then. It’s only you and me, young lady” he laughed watching you shrugged your shoulders, completely fine with it. 

*

When you finally reached the hotel, you went directly to the restaurant and took the food up to Lewis’s room yourselves (just your mum wanting to be sure the driver ate what the should). 

“Ohh fuck” you moaned the you get into his room.

“What the hell was that???”  Lewis asked concerned looking back at you, and you couldn’t help a loud laugh.

“It was me taking off my heels. Don’t get too exited”. “I wasn’t the one moaning a few seconds ago!!” He shouted while setting the table with that teasing smirk on his face. “Shut up Lewis” you yelled already feeling shy about it. 

You started eating in silence, not an uncomfortable silence, you were just enjoying your food.

He had to eat a really bad-looking soup and as soon as you mentioned your thoughts you regretted it. He made you taste it. It was worse than you expected, you drank both your and Lewis’s glass of water in less than 5 seconds while Lewis just laughed his head off with tears in his eyes.

Both of you were lying in bed just talking about the day, your trip, his qualy…You were about the leave the room when he mentioned he would call his family, as he always did before races, but he asked you to stay. 

It was a long time since you last saw them. So when Lewis finally mentioned you being there, he dragged you towards him until you were literally with your head on his chest so you could fit in the screen, he even circled your waist to keep you in place. Don’t know what his parents thought honestly. 

The thing is when he finally shut down the computer you stayed like that and you didn’t even realised. It was just a comfortable position.

“What??” Lewis asked not hearing what you just said.

“I said…” you talked lifting your head so he could hear your, finding his face already closer to yours “I’d forgotten how your parents look. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen them”.

“I know” he hissed and you drawn your eyebrows together, burying your face into his chest.

“Go brush your teeth, for God’s sake. That soup it’s disgusting!” you whined while hearing his laughs echoing the room.

“I’ll go gladly…as soon as you move out of me” he teased, but you rolled to the other side and he finally got up. “Then I can finally kiss you” he smirked before walking into the bathroom.

“I don’t want to kiss you!” You hissed back without hiding the giggles.

“Oh! Come on! Just to see if I’m better than Luca!” He shouted, and you almost choked on your own breath when yo heard his name. 

“What?” You asked wanting to make sure you heard right and it wasn’t just a misunderstanding, at the end he was talking with his toothbrush in his mouth. But you didn’t get an answer, you just heard him brush his teeth for a few more seconds until he opened the door.

“Luca. Wasn’t that the name of your ex? The one he cheated?” He asked while walking back towards the bed.

“Yep. Why do you ever think of him? I’m over him, it seems like you’re not” you laughed watching him lay next to you comfortably.

“I just think he’s kinda stupid” he said looking at the ceiling “out of all the girls he could have” he stopped and turned to look at you, who were already looking at him “he had you. And he cheated” he evilly laughed. But you knew he wasn’t laughing at you, he was laughing at him, at his silly mistake. 

“He was an asshole anyways… He didn’t like my tattoo, can you believe it?” Both of you laughed as you placed your hand over your ribs, where it was.  Lewis turned to you completely, he was laying on his side facing you, watching you caress your tattoo and soon after placing his hand over yours.

“Well I really like it” he mumbled in a whisper. You didn’t say a word, sometimes they were just so overrated. So you just kissed him, a slow but still fast kiss that he didn’t seem to mind, he didn’t broke it.

“Fuck, sorry” you shyly said, not really knowing what happened. You were about to stand up and leave, but Lewis held your wrist.

“Told you  you would wanna kiss me” he said with that proud smirk on his face “I must say I wasn’t expecting it”

“I wasn’t expecting it either” you laughed feeling much more relaxed now that he just joked.

“Then let’s do it right” he whispered making you laugh at his seduced tone. 

But you didn’t move when he got closer again, you didn’t got nervous or shy when he placed his hand on the back of your neck and your waist to pull you closer… in fact you just pulled him closer yourself, grabbing his face until he was on top of you, kissing you as desperately as you were kissing him back.

You didn’t talk during that time, wanting to feel everything, you only asked him to turn off the lights when you saw he was starting to undressed and knowing you would be next. 

You could swear there wasn’t a single part of your body he left unkissed, from your face to you stomach, your arms, legs… taking his time while you just enjoyed it.

He asked you if you wanted to go on, he didn’t need to say with what. Who were you to say no to him? You just nodded, kinda silly knowing the room was dark.

“YN??”  He asked, not hearing your response.

“Yes Lewis” you huffed laughing, trying not to sound so desperate, although he was the one who sounded more hopeless.

“Thank God” he huffed before moving his mouth back to your left breast. 

You heard a plastic being ripped and rapidly moved your hand to guide him inside yourself, both of you letting out so desperate moans when he was finally inside. It wasn’t hard, rush or dirty, it was just sex. Sex that somehow felt so intimate, Lewis always keeping you between his arms as he thrust slowly into you, keeping you as quiet as possible by kissing your lips when he reached that spot he learned not even a minute ago. 

And although the sex was slow, both of you ended fast, and felt asleep even faster without saying a world, just Lewis got up and cleaned while you were already falling asleep. You did felt the bed dipping in the other side after a while and his arm around your waist, pulling you to his body as close as before.

*

The next morning was strange. Lewis was dressing up when you opened your eyes, but you were still naked in his bed. 

“Morning” he said when he realised you had your eyes open.

“Hi” you answered, getting up and walking to the bathroom to dress up in the same clothes as yesterday, you didn’t have more in his room. 

“YN, yesterday night-“ “It’s fine Lewis” you cut him off when you were already walking outside the bathroom “you were better than Luca, bu the way”. 

“Really??” He proudly smirk, the old Lewis coming back. You just nodded trying to hide your too obvious smile, but you clearly didn’t achieved your goal when you saw Lewis lowering his head to reach your ears while you laced up your shoes “we can do it any other time” he whisper.

“I don’t know why, I just thought you were more aggressive in bed” you laughed and looked up at him.

“Oh so you thought of me in bed before?” He asked lifting his eyebrows, laughing when he saw your red cheeks. “I can be aggressive if I want, but it wasn’t the case yesterday night . It wasn’t just sex, you know?” “Okay. Let’s go before my mums gets mad” you got up, deciding on thinking the words he just said later. 

Lewis and you started walking towards your mum’s room. You needed to shower and changed, the driver needed to go to the track already. Only a knock was necessarily before the door was open.

“Look at you two” she smiled watching you both in the doorstep, without ignoring the smiles you didn’t try to hide anyways. “Did you use protection?” She shamelessly asked while grabbing her back, already ready to leave.

“Mum!” You yelled.

“We did” Lewis answered as unashamedly as your mum.

“Good. Bye honey, see you at the track” she said kissing your cheek and leaving with lewis ads normal as always while you stood there, wanting the earth to swallow you up. 

*

When you arrived to the circuit, the race had already started. It was even louder than Saturday the day before, you were amazed by the atmosphere since the first second. 

You stayed in the garage playing with Jack, Toto and Sussie’s son, while watching the race. It was kinda boring and monotone, but the last few laps… Gasly’s car on fire, Max retired, Checo’s accident that made him retire, the mclarens didn’t even make it to the points but Haas did… it was just different, and you silently loved that the roles were finally changing after so many years.

You didn’t see lewis, who managed to get in the podium last second of the race, after a few hours, back in the hotel. You mum reached your shared room and she told you Lewis was in his, so you went there.

“Hello!” You smiled when he opened the door. 

“I need to tell you something”

“Well me too. Congratulations!!” You smiled even bigger and threw yourself into her arms. He took advantage of the hug and  lifted you up, taking you inside his room between giggles.

“Okay, so” he said kneeling in front of you.

“Wow!! already proposing??? We only had sex for one night!” You joked with your hands on your hips.

“Shut up idiot, I’m lacing my shoe” he laughed “We had sex one time but it’s not like we didn’t like each other since before” he talked while looking down, lacing his shoe. “Right?” He asked again once he stood up. 

“Is this your way of telling me what I think your telling me?” You challenged him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Yes” he simply said “And I would really like to know if you feel the same…” “And what do you think, Lewis?” You laughed, enjoying how vulnerable he was behaving in front of you. 

“That you do??” He unsurely said. You laughed again while nodding, and Lewis, with a huge grin on his face, took your hand in his.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, laughing when it was taking you too long to answer as you clearly doubting. “Well I don’t care, let’s go anyways” he smiled holding you hand tighter and dragging you out of the hotel.

“Where????” You asked concerned. He looked back and smiled at you.

“You’ll see”.

After a few minutes walking he stopped in the entrance of a tall modern building, ringing the bell to the floor 8th. You heard the buzz and Lewis pushed the door, holding it open for you. 

“Where are we, Lewis?” You asked without getting into the hallway, standing by the door.

“It’s a friend’s house. I want you to met, and maybe he could do us a favor” he explained but kept on talking when you saw your funny face “nothing sexual, I promise” he laughed.  “Just trust me… it has something to do with giraffes”

“Giraffes?” That was your magic word. Like Roscoe when he heard the words ‘park’ or ‘treat’, lifting his ears and turning his head, as soon as you heard or saw a giraffe a smile that you couldn’t control formed on your lips. “Come on” you said running until you reached the elevator, hearing Lewis’s laugh behind.

“It’s the 8th floor” he said once you entered the small elevator. You pushed the button, the doors closed and started going up. 

“What?” You asked when you caught Lewis staring at you through the mirror. 

“Nothing” he smiled shaking his head. “You’re exited, aren’t you?”

“I am. And I don’t even know why, I don’t know why the hell your taking me here” you said in an angry tone that made Lewis smile. In the hall there was an open door, a tall man standing there. First thing you notice were the tattoos. He had ink even on his neck.

“So, I told him…” Lewis started talking once he introduced you both “he’s a tattoo artist, and that maybe you wanted to get done the giraffe tattoo you told me about…” he nervously talked. But a big smiled formed in your face, and he knew he didn’t mess up.

“Well, come this way” Jack, the tattoo artist and Lewis’s friend guided you through the corridor until you reached a room / studio, where he had already some drafts of giraffes.  You joked on wanting them all, they were just really good. Thank God Lewis helped you decide, and sooner than expected you were already laying in the back gurney, with your top off, ready to start.

Jack reached for a stool and place it next to the gurney, turning on lots of lights so he can see well what he was doing. Lewis moved his chair too, getting closer to the gurney, closer to you. “Alright, so I’m going to clean the skin with some alcohol, okay?” You watched him grab a gauze and soaking it with the liquid, jus then he was about to rub it against your skin Lewis talk. 

“Why don’t I do this while you got the design ready??” He asked and Jack accepted, joking about only helping with that and not with the actual tattoo. 

“You alright?” Lewis asked while he moved the gauze cleaning your skin.

“Yeah, it’s just cold. Thank you for remember my obsession with giraffes” 

Lewis laughed in response before continuing his task. You turned your face to watch him through the corner of your eyes. He was really concentrated, or at least that’s what his face showed, it even made you blushed at how he was staring at that random place of your skin, behind your neck.

“I’m back!” Jack shouted entering the room “Let’s get this done YN, you ready?” You just nodded  and he placed the paper on your skin, leaving the sketch already drawn. Then he turned on the machine used to tattoo “this is music to my ears” he mumbled making you chuckled before the needle hit your skin for the first time. “You alright?” He asked.

“Yeah” you said avoiding to move your head.

“If you need me to stop just say it. It’s a painful spot” He said as he keep on with the tattoo, but you didn’t miss the look that lewis gave you, one of them that showed the ‘I told you it was going to hurt’ he told her a few days ago. 

You didn’t need to stop, but when he started to detail the drawing, it felt much more uncomfortable.

“Fuck that hurts” you mumbled when the needle hit a particular spot on your skin. 

“It’s almost done” Lewis, who hand’t move from your side, reassure you placing his hand in your arm.

“Your doing good YN, you didn’t even need to stop before” Jack talked.

“I just want it to be over as soon as possible” you said, and even him had to stop tattooing so he could properly laugh at your comment, but it hurt again when he got back. 

You mumbled some more swear words, closing your eyes as much as you could trying to avoid the pain.

“Hold my hand” Lewis said in a whisper. 

“I might break it” you whispered back, but took it anyways, squeezing his hand when the needle hurt more than expected as he responded with another squeeze.

“It’s done, YN” Jack finally said admiring his own work of art. Lewis stood up of his chair to take a proper look at it, not letting your hand go.

“That’s really good” he mumbled surprised “you’ll love it” he talked looking at you while he sat on the chair again. Jack left the room for a moment and he lost the priceless first reaction of you seeing his work.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” You hugged Jack when he came back, making both men laugh at your enthusiasm.

Jack gave you some kind of ointment before leaving. You promised him if you ever wanted another tattoo you would call him. 

When you finally arrived you went to your room, but your mum was already sleeping. So, with your pjs on, you went to Lewis’s. Again.

“Can you help me with he ointment? Mum is already sleeping” you asked kinda shy asked feeling as if you were disturbing him already.

“Yeah, sure. Come on in” silly of you to think you ever bothered him. 

You walked into his room, as messy as last night. Unsure on what to do, he was the one who moved behind you, ready to to apply the ointment. In silence, you took your shirt off and moved your hair to the side.

“Does it hurt?” He asked while applying it. 

“Not now” you answer. 

And then silence until he talked again. 

“Do you want to stay here tonight?” He asked when he finished, making you turn around to face him “Not to repeat last night events… just to sleep”.

“Should I?” You huffed “I don’t know” you answer the question yourself “but I really want to” you smiled hearing Lewis sighed, as if you just lifted a weight from his shoulders. You laid in bed in the same spot as the other night, Lewis following behind.

“Night Lewis” you were the one who talked, with your back turned to him, you couldn’t lay facing up because of the tattoo. “And thank you for the tattoo, for planning it and for paying for it” you heard a soft chuckle coming for him lips, and somehow it made you feel calmer.

“It was nothing” he said “Can I?” Just when he pronounced the words you felt his arms softly resting  around your waist, and that’s when you relaxed completely.

“We had sex yesterday night on this same bed and now your asking me if you can spoon me?” you laughed.

“Well, somehow I feel like this is much more intimate than sex” he whispered at the back of your neck, breathing the minty scent of the ointment, but not for too long, because you turned around to face him. When you did, Lewis pulled you closer to his body until there was no more physical space between you two.  You quickly pecked his lisp, almost in a friendly, innocent way. But Lewis, he leaned slowly to kiss your forehead in the most lovely way you could possibly imagine.

“I really want you to come to more races” he whispered caressing your cheek.

“I think I’ll be coming to more races” you giggled. “Just to see Roscoe, though”

“Yeah, sure” he softly laugh, pulling you closer to him and just staying like that for the night.

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Too Quiet

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x Reader Warnings: angst, bittersweet fluff? at the end ish, a bit of swearing Word Count: ~1.4k A/N: watched the jjk 0 movie and then the latest aot episode so i'm in a kinda sad mood now lol

It’s quiet. Too quiet. The door sounds unnecessarily loud when he pushes open the door, and all the lights are off. The side table light that’s usually left on when he knows he’s coming back late has been switched off, shadows dancing in the dim light that streams through the half closed blinds. The sound of the door clicking shut behind him seems to echo in the hallway, and when he toes off his shoes, they sound too loud. It’s utterly silent.

And Suna Rintaro hates it. He hates that you’re not rousing from a nap on the couch and stumbling towards him, hands outstretched for a hug as you nearly collapse onto him in your state of exhaustion. He hates that he doesn’t hear the shuffling of feet across the floor, a gentle call of his name as he lets his bags drop to the floor so he can move towards you. He hates that right now, it’s barely past 4 in the morning, and his apartment is silent. The lights are off, the kitchen empty, nothing feels right. He rolls his shoulder, bag feeling like it’s about to fall off but he drags himself to his room, ignoring the way his sigh seems to echo throughout the apartment. He just wants some rest. He’s been out all day, running up and down running errands before going to practice for hours. And then he was pulled out by the twins, the setter claiming to want to catch up and kept him in his apartment until Kita convinced Atsumu to let Suna go. And by the time he returned, the whole complex was asleep. Well, maybe not the group of college boys that live a couple doors down, there’s a good chance they’re awake and drinking on this Friday night. Maybe they even caught sight of Suna walking to his door alone, shoulders heavy and bags under his eyes as he stumbles into his apartment in the early hours of the morning. He rubs at his face, bags hitting the floor with a thud once he enters his bedroom.

And it’s cold. Uncomfortably cold. His bed is a mess, a result of stretched limbs and a feeling of being too unbothered to actually make his bed before he rolled out just hours earlier. There’s a book that sits at his side table but it hasn’t been touched for days now and it’ll stay like that until Suna feels the urge to move it. The window is open just a smidge, from when he opened it this morning and forgot to close it before he left. It had become a habit of his, after you claimed that his room was too stuffy. Fuck. That wasn’t even that long ago, a pretty morning when the sun was starting to peak above the horizon and he was getting ready for the day. And now he did it every morning, letting in fresh air every morning, sometimes the scent of freshly brewed coffee snaking in, or the smell of pastries being made from the bakery just across the street.

He feels like he’s in a trance, with the way he digs his dirty clothes out of his duffle bag and tosses them into the hamper in the corner of his room. One of his knee pads misses and hits the wall, but Suna’s far too tired to care. He’ll pick it up when he wakes up. He drags himself into the bathroom for a quick shower, even if he spends a good amount of time standing under burning hot water with his eyes closed. Fuck. He’s so tired.

His bed has never felt so uncomfortable and cold, empty with too much space. Right, you’re not there to tug him close, to wrap your arms around him and press soft kisses to his face until you feel him smile against your lips. Suna feels his eyes sting with unshed tears but he throws a hand over his face, as if that’ll help him. His hand curls into a fist and he can feel his nails dig into his palms, his bottom lip pulled beneath his teeth as he replays the moments over and over in his mind. You, crying with red rimmed eyes, voice breaking through sobs as he stood at the other end of the room, unable to say a word. You, who begged him to say something, to try, to do anything that might reassure you that your relationship wasn’t breaking right in front of you. You, who had tried to change your habits so they didn’t bother him as much. You, who watched him rise and fall, offered a hand to help him up on days that seemed to drag on forever. You, who left because he was too stubborn to give in, too caught up with his own pride to see that he was being selfishly unaware of the way the bridge between you was beginning to crumble. You’re both at fault, relationships work two ways, but that doesn’t mean Suna doesn’t feel as if maybe you should’ve been angrier at him, should’ve yelled, screamed, cursed him out. Not leave while he was at practice with a note wishing him all the best.

Suna groans and grabs his phone on the bedside table, the light making him squint from how bright it was. His fingers fly across the screen as he enters his passcode and pulls up your contact. He shouldn’t be doing this. You’re probably asleep. He’s also the last person you probably want to hear from. But he still taps to call you anyways.

It rings. Once. Twice. Three times. Suna’s heart thunders in his chest.

“Hello? Rin?” You must’ve just woken up. He feels his chest tighten at the nickname that slips past your sleep filled mind. You call his name again and he feels the rush of tears come.

“Hey.” He manages out, hand covering his mouth as sobs begin to slip through. Fuck, he misses you. He misses you so much.

“Rin?” He wants to hear you say his name over and over, he’ll never tire of it. “Rin, did you just get home?” He lets out a muffled noise of affirmation. It’s silent for a moment before he hears shuffling on the other end. He’s not sure where you are, probably one of your friend’s houses, but there’s also a good chance you’re staying at Sakusa Kiyoomi’s house. The two of you have known each other since childhood, and Sakusa was the one to introduce the two of you. But that thought doesn’t make Suna feel better. He shouldn’t ask if you’re at his house anyways, knows that that was part of the reason why he had been so bitter towards you for the past months, all because he thought you were too caught up with Sakusa. He knows that isn’t true, knows that you’ve proven how much you love him over and over again, and that you try not to make him jealous, that you choose Suna over Sakusa sometimes.

Fuck. He shouldn’t even be thinking about that right now. He needs to focus on what’s going on at the moment.

“Are you okay?” You sound so concerned and Suna feels tears rushing forward again.

“I’m okay. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for calling you at this hour, so sorry for everything. Gods I’m so sorry, baby.” He hates how he sounds, so broken, so afraid that this might be the last time he gets to talk to you. “I— I’ll let you go back to sleep, I’m sorry.” He thinks he’s probably said ‘sorry’ like a hundred times now but he doesn’t care. He’s about to hang up when he hears you speak again.

“Why don’t we talk tomorrow, okay?” He can hear the shakiness in your voice, the nervousness of seeing him again when everything is still fresh in your minds. “I’ll text you tomorrow but right now… right now let’s just get some rest okay? You must be exhausted, Rin.” He hates that you sound so concerned for him right now, hates that even though he had woken you up in the dead of the night, you just want to make sure he’s okay. He’s so utterly and horribly selfish he thinks. And now that you’re giving him a chance, he’ll take it, grasp it in his hands and pray that he’ll never let go.

He hums in agreement and listens as you mumble a tired goodnight, wishing him well as you do the same. And then the line goes dead and Suna turns into his pillow and cries. He hates this feeling: defeat. But you’re giving him a chance, possibly, and maybe you’ll both be able to talk through things. And then maybe, his apartment won’t sound so quiet anymore.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 (tumblr algorithm is based on reblogs, you have no idea how much it means to see a reblog and one with notes in the tags) A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble but then i just kept writing lol