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luveline · 2 years ago

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hi hello :)) your dad!eddie fics with roan gave me so much joy today !! may i request a drabble with reader and eddie preparing breakfast and they're being cuddly and then roan just comes out of nowhere and is like 'me too!!' and they just have a really affectionate breakfast and morning ??

yes of course tysm for ur request! ♥ fem!reader

"I don't know how this works," you say through laughter, Eddie's hands cold as ice where they've worked under your shirt. They slowly warm, stealing your heat greedily.

He crosses his arms over your naked tummy and squishes you against him with a thoughtful hum.

"The stove?" He hooks his chin over your shoulder. "Me neither. Me and Roan live off of trail mix and McDonald's."

"You're kidding."

He kisses your shoulder quickly. "Yes, of course I'm kidding. You hold down that small button and turn- yeah, that's the one. Wait for it to- You got it." He dots another kiss against your shoulder, this one lingering longer and leaving behind a dampened kiss mark. "Smarty-pants."

"I try."

You wait for the pan to heat up, one hand covering Eddie's arm affectionately and the other held above the stove. You wait until the heat kisses your palm before lining the bottom of the frying pan with oil.

"How many?" you ask.

"How many do you eat?"

You shrug. "How many for you? And Roan? You have two, right?"

He looks at his carton of eggs and beams, feeling flippant and carefree. "How about two each?"

You nod and crack an egg perfectly against the rim of the pan. Eddie watches your cooking in silence, though he supports you against his chest and drops an abundance of slow kisses down the slope of your neck.

"Gonna make the toast?" you ask him.

"And miss this? Never."

You laugh. It feels like a very private kind of humour, a near silent huff that Eddie only knows of because he can feel your torso trembling under his hands. He laughs into your shoulder, spends another kiss against your skin.

Small footsteps sound down the hall.

"Watch out. Trouble's awake."

You try to pull his hands from under your shirt though he's being perfectly chaste and he fights you. "I'm gonna burn myself," you protest with little urgency.

"I'll kiss it better if you do."

"Yes," Roan says as she appears, loud despite her small frame and extremely excited. "Cuddles! Dad, pick me up."

Eddie kisses you again and finally retracts his hands from your skin.

"Say please," he drawls, already leaning down to grab her.

He hugs her against his chest and pulls down her nightie were it's riding, a soft cotton on the inside with a sweet tulle skirt to make her look like a ballerina.

"Good morning," Eddie says, kissing her cheek. Roan smiles at him until her lovely eyes squint and her lashes tangle.

He wipes the sleep from her eyes one at a time. You turn to them with a spatula in hand and fawn.

"Hey, baby. You look like you had a really good sleep," you say warmly.

She extends her arm toward you and you step into her reach, likely thinking she's gonna touch your hair or face. She doesn't, groaning in exertion as she stretches her arm and fights Eddie's hold to get her hand behind your neck.

"Hug," she says simply.

You beam, smother it, put the spatula down on the counter beside the frying pan still spitting oil as the eggs sizzle and slide your arm around Eddie's lower back. He does the same but higher, his bicep curling behind your shoulder blades. You huddle together as a group, heads slowly inclining until your foreheads knock.

It's not enough for Roan. She nags until you and Eddie are hugging and her body is snug between you both, her face to Eddie's chest.

"Roan," you begin, smiling sheepishly.

"Yes," she says. "Kiss."

"How'd you know that's what I was gonna ask?" you question, startled but delighted.

"You must ask her twice a day," Eddie says. "What? Don't look at me like that, you do!"

You kiss his daughter's temple and let your own temple rest against his cheek. "She's just so kissable. Not my fault you made her like that."

He rolls his eyes. "Sorry. I'll make the next one ugly."

"Good. Thank you."

Your hand works under the hair at the nape of his neck. You card through it until you find Roan's own fingers where they pet, much less kindly but with the same loving intentions.

"I gotta get the eggs," you mumble.

"In a second."

"Eggs?" Roan asks. "Pancakes?"

"Oh, get off," you say hurriedly.

Eddie peels away from you with a bemused grin. "What now?" he asks.

"Do you have another frying pan?" You ignore his question and replace it with your own, already opening the cabinet under his sink.

"For what?"

"For pancakes, idiot."

He looks down at Roan's cherubic smile and pokes her cheek chidingly. "You always get what you want. It's gross."

"Bacon?" Roan adds, clueless.

"Eddie-"

"Yeah, I know," he says with a long suffering sigh, putting Roan back down on the linoleum floor. "I'll go get some."

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stratossphere · 2 years ago

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backstage | v.v

you’re waiting for ville in his dressing room when he gets done with his show.

warnings: a tiny bit of arguing in the beginning, smut, oral (f. receiving), slight spanking, unprotected sex, ville’s a little dominant, mentions of drug use at the end

word count: 4.7k

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"Sleep on the fucking couch. I don't care." That was the last thing Ville said to you before he went to meet everyone else on stage. You had flown all the way back from LA to Finland after missing only two days of his tour, and Ville was pissed because you had admitted that you were too exhausted to stand in the crowd to watch the band play tonight. After a 10 hour overnight flight and a 9 hour time reset right in the middle. Not to mention the 6 hour layover in between.

You didn't argue, because you really were exhausted and sleeping on the couch in his dressing room sounded pretty enticing, and Linde had been nice enough to bring in a blanket and pillow that had been on the tour bus for you. So, while Ville was outside with the rest of the band probably pouting his ass off, you were inside taking one of the best naps of your life.

Sure, you were probably going to be woken up when the concert was over just in time to get in an argument once Ville got back, but oh well. You were too tired to care.

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When you woke up, it was because you were disturbed by the sound of hacking coughing. You cracked an eye open, because there was a chance it could've been one of the stagehands that had been coming out of the back room on and off, only to see your boyfriend standing with his back turned to you and a cloud of smoke wavering above his head as his coughing dissolved into continuous clearing his throat.

"Fuckin' stagehands." He grumbled, seeming to have realized that the copious amounts of half finished booze bottles and cans that he had been collecting on the vanity on the center wall of the small dressing room throughout the day had been cleared away.

He then turned, as if he was about to go back out and retrieve a new one, only to pause when he realized that your eyes were open. With a cigarette still between his lips, he raised an eyebrow with a hint of a smirk on his lips.

"Morning." He said simply. It was almost 11:30 at night, but you stretched and smiled regardless, pulling the blanket further over yourself. It was already cold outside, but air conditioning had kept the dressing room ice cold at Ville's request. Europeans.

"Morning." You mumbled in response, turning on your side where you had been lying on your stomach so that you could face him fully.

"How'd you sleep, my love?" And with that, he was forgiven for his earlier transgressions before the show. You watched as he began to towel off the sweat that had built up on his face and bare torso from running around on stage for so long before shrugging.

"Good enough. Didn't hear the stage crew come through at all." You sat up on the couch then, finally accepting that you had to get up due to the fact that he was going to want to go home before raking your fingers through your hair. He scoffed at the mention of the stage crew.

"Did you see that they cleaned out all my fucking drinks? I told them not to." He protested as he finished drying off and slipped his Black Sabbath shirt that he'd shown up in. You rolled your eyes.

"It's good for you. Those have probably been sitting out all day." You had no idea how room-temperature whiskey and flat beer could appeal to Ville in any way shape or form, but it was becoming an increasingly bad habit. Especially when he was drinking things that had been left unattended all day in the presence of others. It's a good thing he was nice to all the people that worked around the band, or else he was presenting a class A chance to drug him right up.

"Whatever." There was still a deep pout on his face. Your face softened as you held out a hand for him.

"You know, I barely even got a chance to say hi to you when I got here. You were already pissed off." You pointed out, noticing his clear hesitation to penetrate the space between the both of you. "I talked to Linde more than I talked to you."

"Hi." He said with a hint of a smile as he took your hand, letting you pull him further towards you until he was standing right in front of you. He sighed softly with apologetic eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't sleep last night."

"Neither did I." You spoke quietly as he moved to kneel on the edge of the couch between your legs, not letting go of his hand as you kept your eyes trained up at him. "I missed you."

"Yeah? How much?" Now there was a full smile on his face, and you could tell that you had won him over out of his bad mood. He was usually close to exhausted once he got done with a show, but there was a look in his eyes that told you he wasn't ready to leave quite yet.

"Come here." You motioned next to you on the couch, and he quickly obliged your request, moving to the side so that he could slide down next to you and put his arm over your hip so that you were right up against each other. You were praying that no one came to check on you, because you knew that there was no lock on the dressing room door. After he took his cigarette out from between his lips you pulled him into a kiss, wrapping one arm around his neck as you inhaled his slightly-sweaty scent. He always smelled (and looked) so fucking good after shows.

"Everyone else is upstairs drinking backstage. I told everyone I was coming to check on you." Ville mumbled against your lips as his hand slipped underneath the material of your shirt, cold fingertips shocking your skin as he continued to kiss you sloppily. "We've got time."

You responded with a hum as you deepened the kiss, your fingers hooking in the collar of his shirt at the same time he began to undo the buckle of your studded belt. The kiss wasn't desperate, but it was hungry, and you could taste beer on his breath as his tongue licked into your mouth. He was half-reaching back, and you opened your eyes just long enough to see that he was putting his cigarette out on the metal railing that was bolted into the wall above the couch before his hand was in your hair instead.

With arousal starting to take over, you helped him get your belt the rest of the way open, then lifted your hips as he pulled your black jeans down your hips, his lips finally breaking from yours as he started to move. Once you had your jeans completely kicked off in a pile to the side, he slid down to his knees between your legs on the floor, his hands skating down your thighs as he did so.

"Are you still mad at me?" He asked softly as he pressed a kiss to your knee, ending it with just a little bit of teeth as those sloppily eyeliner and eye shadow-lined eyes held your gaze with searing intent. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself enough to answer.

"Don't know. Maybe a little bit." You knew how he liked to apologize for things, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t doing your best to increase your chances of getting exactly that by as much as you could manage. He let out a hint of a scoff as his hands slid back up your legs to hook his fingers in the waistband of the thong you were wearing (god forgive you if you wanted to rile him up into fucking you sometimes, alright?) before beginning to pull it down your legs.

"You wear this for me, then?" He looked pleased with himself as he held your underwear up hooked around his finger, and you rolled your eyes as you watched him tuck them right into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Yes. And I hate when you do that." You complained, motioning to where he'd just basically stolen the only underwear you had on you. You knew he liked wearing jeans while commando, but you absolutely did not share the same preference. He shushed you and then began to guide your leg over his shoulder, kissing at your knee and thigh the whole time as he clearly attempted to pull your attention away from his actions.

"You smell so good." He mumbled against your skin, moving his face closer to your pussy but not yet closing the distance completely. You could feel yourself getting worked up; breath catching in your throat and heart racing as you watched him so easily toy with you. You knew he was lying, because you’d been sleeping on a probably-disgusting dressing room couch for over two hours, and had before that been in an airport for almost 18, but it was nearly impossible to get him out of his own head when he was...being himself.

He could tell you were getting impatient, and he pressed his lips to your very inner thigh so softly it was almost unnoticeable before he was moving his mouth to lick an open-mouthed kiss to your clit. You moaned at the feeling, your leg tightening over his shoulder as you watched him basically make out with your pussy. If you were going to make a sex tape, this would definitely be the starring event.

"I think I'm starting to forgive you." You breathed out as one of your hands moved down into his hair, pulling gently as his lips lingered enough to suck at your clit with every lazy kiss. He hummed out a laugh against your pussy, the vibration of his baritone voice only adding to the feeling as you fought the urge to slam your eyes shut. You wanted so badly to push your head back with your eyes closed and let your mouth fall open, but you wanted to continue watching the sight in front of you more. The previous quiet of the dressing room that you had been savoring while you’d been asleep was now filled with wet sucking sounds and your uneven gasps of breath, and you silently wondered if you had enough strength to keep yourself together for longer than the next minute or so.

"Yeah? Just because you're getting your pussy eaten?" Ville paused only momentarily to speak before he was back to licking long stripes from your entrance back up to your clit, circling the tip of his tongue before he continued to push it back down once more as he pulled moan after moan out of you. "I wasn't aware you were such an easy fix, sweetheart."

"Ville. Please." You didn't really know what you were begging for, but by this point you were grinding yourself against his tongue, fingers threaded tightly in his hair as you felt your head start to swim with pleasure. It wasn't false when people assumed that Ville's tongue was good for more than all the singing he did. His hands pushed at your inner thighs to hold your legs open as your muscles started to tense on him, and suddenly you felt his tongue slow down considerably. That fucker was teasing you on purpose.

When you let out a sound of disdain he let out a mocking coo, never stopping the movements of his tongue as he continued to slow down until he was barely kissing at your clit, eyes locked up on yours with a teasing glint as he sucked gently with every kiss. Sometimes it really fucking blew that Ville had no care for time management when it came to sex, and was perfectly content with being in this position for the next hour despite his band members that were currently waiting on the both of you.

Hopefully they were playing chess for the time being.

"More." You pleaded with him, fingers tightening even more in his hair as you arched your back more and more by the second. He was barely touching you at all, but you were still moaning. "It hurts."

"Shut up and be patient." He smacked your ass hard where one of his hands was resting against it, and you just moaned again. God, he knew how to fuck with you in just the right way to where you always managed to lose your dignity in the process.

Despite his harsh words, you felt his tongue begin to find purchase again, and although he didn't go any faster, he began to lick long, slow stripes from your entrance up to my clit again. Your voice went up a pitch despite your attempt to bite back, and you bit harshly on your lip as the hand that wasn't in his hair gripped helplessly at the worn-in fabric of the couch.

"Ville. Fuck, just like that." You whimpered as he then began to pick up the pace of his tongue, his lips eventually wrapping back around your clit as he began to suck harshly paired with his quickly swirling tongue.

If anyone was anywhere near your dressing room, you were going to have a really embarrassing walk of shame when you and Ville finished what you were doing.

He continued to pull gasps and moans from your lips with every quick movement of his tongue, his hands back at your hips so that you couldn't grind yourself against his mouth any more than he felt like allowing. At this point your legs were starting to shake, and your voice was starting to go hoarse in your throat as you pulled on his hair with every lick and suck.

"I'm gonna cum." You groaned, already starting to feel the ache of overstimulation setting in even beforehand as he ate you out like it was the last time he was ever going to get to. He hummed in encouragement as he again started to make out with your clit, those wet sucking and licking sounds getting louder once again as he coaxed you closer to your climax.

When you came, your back arched as you pulled on his hair harshly due to the intense wave of pleasure that pushed through you, and you moaned loudly as his grip on you loosened enough to where you could move freely. He continued to suck on your clit until your voice was dead and shaky in your throat and you were pushing him away, that cocky glint still in his eyes as he finally broke away to sit back and watch the way you came down from your high.

"You know, you should be more considerate to our neighbors." He teased as he pressed a (very) wet kiss to your leg where it was still over his shoulder and then sitting back on his heels as he slowly slid it off. "Screaming your fuckin' lungs out, for Christ's sake."

You shot him a dirty look as you stretched out your leg that you’d been holding bent up, leaning forward and smoothing his hair down where it was sticking up everywhere because of your hands.

"You know, we wouldn't always join everything late if you didn't insist on always taking forever." You mocked his tone of voice as he got up off of his knees, laughing when he climbed right on top of you on the couch and basically sat in your lap in the process.

"I like to take my time. Savor the flavor." He grinned like an idiot as those words came out like silver on his tongue, about the same time that you made a disgusted face once you heard them. He could say things like that, but he didn't like the word 'cuddle'. Figures. "You ready to go, or do you want to fuck?"

He was trying to play it off as if he was only going to fuck you if you wanted him to, but you could clearly see how hard he was in the decorative jeans he had been wearing on stage. It was a little bit of an ego boost, considering all he'd been doing was eating you out. You shot him a coy smile, wrapping your legs loosely around his waist and sliding one hand under his shirt.

"I mean, if you really want to." You teased, sensing his eye roll before it even made it to his eyes. He leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, fingers wrapping around your wrist so that he could pull your hand out from under his shirt.

"You're fucking ridiculous. Desperate for cock and then you get here and act like you don't even want it anymore." He scoffed, snapping his fingers for you to lie back on the couch. Despite his words you grinned happily as you fulfilled his request, lying back against the arm of the couch with your legs already spread for him.

"What? I do!" You protested, pulling him in towards you with my feet hooked around his back so that he was forced to lean forward. "Please. I haven't been fucked in three whole days."

"Yeah, I should fucking hope so." He scoffed, undoing his black studded belt and then unzipping his jeans. "Three days and you're this eager?"

"It's because I love you." You pouted, watching with hungry eyes as he got his jeans down enough to free his hard and leaking cock. God, you wanted him so fucking bad. "Can you be nice to me while we do it?"

"Why do you have to ask like that? You make me sound like I'm spitting in your face after I've just slapped you." Ville's eyes softened at your words, and he ran his hands up your legs while squeezing softly. "Of course I'll be fucking nice to you."

"I just meant that I missed you, and I wanna touch you." You explained, feeling your face heat up slightly at the way he was looking at you. He had a habit of leaning back off of you so that he could fuck you harder, and as good as that felt, you would’ve rathered to have him in your arms by far.

"Touch me whenever and wherever you like, my love." He reassured, holding onto your knee as his other hand moved to position his cock before he was slowly pushing into you. As you let out a soft moan, his hand moved from your knee to push under you, pulling you forward at the same time he leaned down until your chests were pressed together and he was thrusting into you slowly with his eyes on yours. "Can feel your pussy squeezing me already. Are you that desperate?"

"Yes. Baby, please. More." You begged desperately, wrapping an arm around his neck while the other stayed with your hand on his bicep as he thrusted his cock into you with full, drawn-out pushes of his hips. He cooed at you against your cheek where his lips were brushing, nipping at your skin just barely.

"Oh, my poor girl. I know." His words came in response to the moans that he was pulling out of you with every brush of his cock against your sweet spot inside of you. He then connected your lips, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip as he groaned into your mouth.

You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist as you laced your fingers into his hair to hold his head with yours, starting to roll your hips along with his thrusts in an attempt to chase your own high in spite of the pace that he had so clearly set for the both of you.

"Stop it. You're gonna make me fucking cum if you keep doing that." Ville groaned at the feeling, holding you tighter where his arm was wrapped underneath your hips so that you were forced to be still. You whined against his mouth, your fingers brushing his where they were digging into your hip.

"Please." You said breathlessly, pulling on his hair just slightly when he snapped his hips harshly into you. He could tell you were getting close, and you in no way cared that you’d only been going for a few minutes. "Cum inside me."

"Jesus fucking Christ." He sighed in pleasure, and you felt him twitch inside you at your words. Mission accomplished. His kisses resumed once more, lips moving from yours over your cheek and down across your jaw as he continued to fuck you, getting sloppier and sloppier with each thrust as you moaned against each other. Ville's hand gripped your hip almost hard enough to hurt, and you couldn't help but feel coyly satisfied with the feeling. Sometimes he left bruises, and you had a feeling this was going to be one of those times. "Fuck. You sure you want me cumming in you?"

Sometimes you wondered if he even paid attention to anything you said due to the actual feeling of fucking you.

"Yes. Please." You begged, whimpering with his cheek against yours as he kissed and sucked at every sensitive spot on your skin. You were going to have to have a very serious conversation about carrying condoms on the both of you so that you’d stop doing things like this, but in the heat of the moment all you could focus on was the drag of his cock inside you over and over again.

"Ah. Ah! Right there..." Ville fucked into you deeply a few more times before he was letting out a long moan, his voice tapering off into a whine that made your whole body thrum in arousal as his release spilled inside of you when he came.

He continued to fuck you through his orgasm, and then you were cumming too, your climax pushing through you strongly as your back arched up towards him while you moaned repeatedly to the pace of his thrusts.

Eventually both of you couldn't take it anymore, and then Ville's hips slowed to a stop, the absence of skin-on-skin leaving room for the sound of your ragged breathing to fill the air.

"I wish I could take a picture of the way you look when you cum." He mumbled, kissing you softly and then lingering against your lips as he looked at you. You felt yourself go a little bit red at that considering how intensely he was looking at you, but it didn't stop you from running your hands through his hair and giving him another kiss.

"We are so late." Hopefully everyone else was already drunk enough to where they wouldn't point it out. You weren’t sure you were in the mood for teasing about your sex life. Especially not when it was from Ville’s best friends.

"Good. Unless you want to sit through ten chess matches, we're right on time." Ville scoffed, finally sliding out of you and then pulling back to look down while chuckling as he did so. "Fuck, we made a mess."

"Just put it back in and make out with me and then we don't have to worry about it." You whined at the loss of his touch, your hand falling to rest above his where it was resting loosely on your leg. You watched him bite his lip as he took a deep breath.

"Don't say shit like that. You're going to get me hard again." Despite your request, he got up and off of the couch, gesturing for you to wait while he fumbled his jeans back up and zipped before starting to rifle through the small care package that was sitting on the vanity that took up the opposite wall. When you let out a disgruntled huff, he glanced back towards you. "Just be patient."

"Do we have to go for drinks? We can't just go home?" You knew that going home meant cigarettes, CD's, and definitely more sex, and at that moment that was all you wanted. For once, you just wanted domestic cuddling on the couch where you could listen to Ville talk until the late hours of the night instead of hard partying and a painfully long slew of bad decisions to ruin your day in the morning. He came back around with one of those fancy hand towels given to celebrities too good for using paper towels in bathrooms, letting out a soft sigh as he sat down on the couch next to you to begin cleaning you up with it.

"I promised, love." He reminded you gently as he used the fancy celebrity hand towel to clean his cum out of you and off of your thighs and the material of the (slightly ruined) couch. You would've grinned at the irony of that had you not been so busy pouting. When he caught a look at your face, you saw a look of exasperated irritation pass over his features as his free hand gently held your legs open. "Don't make that face."

"I'm not making a face."

"You are." As he tossed the towel in with the trash (which you thought was kind of a waste, but also who wanted to clean up jizz rags anyway), you sat up and he reached out to swipe his thumb across your lips, an unimpressed look in his eyes. "What do you want?"

"You." You were whining, and you knew it, but he was used to it. In fact, Ville was probably one of the only people that ever indulged your whining. It was, if you did say so yourself, his weakness. He ran a hand over your hair, quirking an eyebrow.

"You have me." He reassured, leaning forward to kiss your forehead as he cupped the back of your head. "An hour. Give me an hour with them, and then I'll take you home."

"Yeah. Okay." You agreed tiredly, suddenly feeling the energy exertion of what you’d just been doing paired with your long flight and sleepless night starting to hit you. You were feeling more and more boneless by the second.

"I missed you." He concluded, leaning down to kiss you and then lingering just enough to where you lingered back before he pulled away at that exact moment. "And you've earned full rights to me tomorrow night because I was such a dick when you got here."

"Yeah. I'd hope so." You gave him a teasing grin and mouthed one more wet kiss to his cheek before pushing yourself to finally get up, pulling away from his hand holding yours in search of your pants. Underwear was out of the question by this point due to Ville's attachment, but you knew you’d get them back at some point in the (vaguely) near future.

Once you had pulled your jeans back on and did up your belt once more, Ville's hands found your hips and he pulled you forward to where he was still sitting on the couch, his arms wrapping around the back of your legs.

"Just another minute." He mumbled as he rested his chin against the strip of skin between the hem of your shirt and the waist of your jeans. His breath was soft on your skin, and you rolled your eyes as you cupped his cheek.

"Do you like being ridiculed for being late because we were fucking? Because it happens every time." You reminded him sardonically, watching the way he tipped his head to the side to catch the tip of your thumb between his teeth in amusement.

"Maybe." He replied, just brushing his tongue over the pad of your thumb before he was letting you go and wrapping his arms tighter around you so that his cheek was almost touching your hip bone. "Pop something while we're out and we can fuck off of it in bed when we get home."

Some people deeply believed that soulmates didn't exist, but some people also had never had Ville Valo tell them to drop acid so that he could fuck them into oblivion when they were alone once more. You sometimes felt sad for all the people in the world who would never get to be in your position.

"Oh my fucking god, I love you." You groaned as he finally stood up, sweeping an arm around your hips (which he had, in fact, bruised his fingerprints into) and then pulling you in to kiss your temple.

"You're really going to love me when we get home tonight, sweetheart."

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countrymusiclover · 3 years ago

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11 - Stress-relief Weekend

Part 12

Texas Romance

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Noises from the kitchen is what wakes me up early this morning so I throw the covers off wearing a tea shirt and some sleep shorts with my hair a little messy entering Connie's kitchen. I sniffed the air smelling smoke when I came around the corner seeing Georgie beating the toaster with a rag cursing until I called out in curiosity. "Georgie, what are you doin'?" He turned around clearly caught off guard sitting the rag down once he throws out some burnt toast in the trash can. "Oh uh mornin'. I tried to make you toast - but the best I can do is soup."

Wrapping my arms around myself I sit down at the small wooden kitchen table watching him bring some slightly warm bowl of soup over in front of me. "I thought you'd be at work. Does your meemaw know your here?" I asked slowly eating the food he made until he pulled out a chair sitting himself carefully watching me. "I begged her for a spare key and Dale is getting his RV set up before he takes my meemaw on a date." Raising a brow I slurp down the last bit of soup in the bowl about to get up but Georgie beats me to it. "I'll get it-" I cut him off reluctantly handing him the bowl. "Georgie I'm still able to do stuff for myself you know. Besides I thought they broke up."

"Yeah they were but apparently now they're not. Old people are weird. Anyway he's letting us barrow the camper for the weekend." Georgie explains with a nervous smile waiting for my reaction. He had went and talked to Dale before his father and I knew why. He was afraid of his reaction same as I am about my parents. "Why do we need the camper, exactly. Are we running away?" I chuckled trying to lighten the mood of this pregnancy. He shakes his head leaning his elbows on the wooden chair. "No we're not runnin' away, but that might not be a bad idea-" I cut him off slapping my hands on my knees. "Georgie, I'm joking-" He bends his head down talking again. "I was just thinkin' that we take a weekend in the woods and forget for one second the fact we're gonna have a baby."

It was settled and thankfully agreed to by our parents so we packed up the camper heading out. After a few hours drive I jumped down the stairs hitting the ground with the wind blowing through my loose hair. Georgie went and got firewood and comes back as I had finished setting up the tent. "How'd you get that done so fast?" He asked searching for a lighter in his jacket eyeing my direction. "My dad hunts and we went camping when I was little so I learned how to set this up." Georgie finished the fire pulling up two lawn chairs in front of the fire sitting down. I plopped down inside the chair opening the cooler grabbing a Coke, tossing him one as well.

Tilting my head up to the sky I sigh in relief laying back in my chair. Cracking open the pop taking a drink feeling someone staring at me. Turning my head to Georgie he rests his chin in the palm of his hand just staring fondly at me. "You know I don't think I'd want to be havin' a baby with anyone else except you." Resting my other hand over my heart I felt touched, getting to my feet offering him an opened hand. "Awe Georgie...dance with me." His gaze flickered from my eyes to my hands slowly replying. I pulled him to his feet intertwining our hands. My freehand on his shoulder and his on my waist pulling me closer. "We don't have any music though..." Reaching into my pocket I grab my phone clicking on a random song tossing it into my lawn chair. The music starts playing as we spun the other around in front of the light of the burning fire.

He spins me out throwing my hair around as I smiled up at the stars. Twirling back into his chest grinning seeing a grin on Georgie's face. Wrapping my arms around his neck I leaned up kissing him softly through a whisper. "I love you, Georgie Cooper. And I have faith this baby will too." He rests a hand to my cheek closing the gap and kissing me. Laying my head on his chest we just sway to the music in the background hearing him whispering back. "I love you too, Y/n L/n." That moment everything seemed to slow down. We weren't these two seventeen year old high school students about to be parents. About to be called mom and dad. We were just two kids in young love trying to escape their reality.

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Breakfast with the Moon - JJ Maybank

Summary: Based on Breakfast With the Moon by Powfu

Word count: 3,736 (this has to be my favorite thing I've ever written!)

Warnings: mentions of drugs, alcohol, spiking a drink, stealing, his abusive father

She wants me, I know it, even tho' I'm broken. When she looks at me, I see that she's also hopeless.

You cuddled into JJ's chest, your fingers lightly tracing cursive letters on his chest in hope's to calm him down. He showed up at your front door after he had a horrible fight with his father. You could immediately tell from his eyes that he felt broken, but you were right by his side to help him slowly pick himself up piece by piece.

"Y/N?" You looked up at JJ, his index finger tracing your jawline. Without comprehending it, you leaned into his touch. His eyes looked into yours, as if he were reading your thoughts. "You know how important you are to me, right?" You nodded your head, "yeah." Your voice just above a whisper.

I notice her emotion flowin' out, her heart is open because she trust me (I think she loves me)

JJ shifted in his spot, forcing you to look at him. "Don't lie to me y/n/n." You sighed, already feeling the tear sting your eyes. You were never one to openly talk about your struggles, only knowing people pitied you after you told them. But it was different with JJ, he understood what you were going through.

He wasn't the kind to apologize, or say how you didn't deserve to go through that you were going through. He was the kind to give you advice on how to overcome these feelings. The type of person who wouldn't judge you after admitting things you've done. You trusted him with everything in you.

I hold her close with passion, imagining what could happen. She acting like a bandage, she healing all my damage.

You sat on the couch with Kie, talking about how your days went before JJ stormed through the front door. You furrowed your eyebrows at the boy who bantly ignored his friends, marching into his room and slamming the door shut.

Without hesitating, you got up from your spot, excusing yourself before walking in front of his door. You softly knocked, calling his name. When you got no response, you opened the door a crack to see his body face down, shaking as he cried into the bed. You quickly entered and shut the door after you, sitting next to his body.

He scooted forward, resting his head in your lap, hands squeezing your thighs as he cried. Your fingers combed their way through his hair, quietly humming a soft tune to calm him down. "I hate him. I fucking hate him." He sobbed into your lap, tears dropping onto your skin. "Hey, hey look at me." You mumbled.

JJ lifted his head up slightly, your heart ached at his red eyes. "You're almost there sweetie. Once you turn 18 you can move out of there and never have to see him again If you don't want to. I'll even help pay for you to move out. It kills me to see the pain he puts you through everyday. You're almost free, baby. You just have to keep fighting, okay?" Your words eased the hurt in his chest.

You scooted down to be face to face with him. He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close to him. "I'm right here. You're safe." You mumbled against his chest.

Yeah she's the one I've been waiting for to land on my planet. Unlike them other girls she got my back and she won't stab it.

JJ sat at a table at the wreck, checking the time on his phone every other minute. He had been waiting for his date to show up, only for her to never show. He waited there for 40 minutes before leaving the restaurant.

He showed up at your front door, his hands awkwardly in his pockets due to his embarrassment of being stood up. "Hey!" You welcomed him with a grin, inviting him inside the house. "How'd the date go?" You asked him as he sat himself down on your couch.

"It didn't." He pursued his lips together, your eyebrows furrowed together. "She never showed up." He bit his tongue, hating at the sound of him admitting it. Your mouth dropped open, immediately wanting to fight the girl who stood him up.

You thought for a moment before grabbing your purse and car keys. You held your hand out for him to grab, earning a questioning look from him. "Come on," you nudge your head, "I'm taking you on a date."

His heart skipped a beat at your words. He quickly held onto your hand as you led him to your car, making sure to open the passengers side door for him. It was times like this where JJ felt blessed to have you in his life.

This is true love, no there's not a plot twist. Knowing what she's thinking, yes I'm friends with her conscience

You laid on your bed, curled up in a ball due to your cramps making your body ache with every move you made. Your bedroom door busted open, making you nearly fall off the bed.

JJ marched to your bed with a McDonalds bag and soda in his hand. He sat himself down next to you, pulling a pill bottle from the bag. "I went to get you ibuprofen for your cramps but I figured you would want food as well. I got a 50 pack of mcnuggets with honey mustard sauce and a coke." You bite your bottom lip as you grinned carefully sitting up. "I love you JJ Maybank." You exhaled, grabbing everything out of his hands.

You scooted over, patting the spot next to you. JJ sat down with his legs crossed, his hand taking a nugget from the box. You threw your head back, taking the pill to help ease the pain. Resting your head on his shoulder, you shoved a chicken nugget into your mouth. "You always know what I'm thinking, Maybank. You're the best."

Clearing out my toxins every time we talkin'. Kiss me in the dark, middle of our movie watching.

"I swear it's like every time I go home it's like he puts a 500 pound rock on my chest." JJ exhaled, rubbing his eyes with his fist. "But that's why you're always welcomed here. I hate seeing you this stressed J." You mumbled into his chest.

You two were hanging out in your room, lights off with Finding Nemo playing in the background. "Everytime I come here it's like a weight is lifted off my chest. I love talking to you because you understand me. You like, I don't know, you detox my mind."

You looked up at him, his eyes trained on yours. As if JJ had the power to read minds, he read yours and began to lean in. Your heartbeat picked up speed as his hand cupped the side of your face. Holding onto his wrist, you guided him towards you, your grip loosening as he kissed you.

You the best thing and everything a friend could be. You got my heart locked up, I could never leave.

You danced in the moonlight with Kie, your body swaying to the music that played near you two. The group decided to throw a Kegger, just because they all wanted to have fun. Kie got pulled away by some touron as a hand tapped your shoulder.

Turning around, you saw there was no one there. Shrugging your shoulders, you turned back around to see a brunette boy, eyeing your body down. "Y/N! Hey, I missed you!" JJ's familiar voice filled your ears. You turned around and got enveloped in a hug by the blonde. "The guy spiked your drink." He whispered in your ear.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You turned away from the stranger and walked hand in hand with JJ away from the party. You flung the liquid out of the cup, throwing the cup in the trash. He led you to an isolated, broken tree stump that you two sat on.

"Thank you for warning me." You mumbled, looking at the moonlight that reflected off the waves. "Of course. You're my girl, I gotta protect you."

Staying up late at night when we textin'. My plate's full, but time with you I'll keep on spending.

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of your phone going off. Picking it up, your eyes squinted as you grinned to see JJ texted you a tweet he saw.

Clicking the tweet, you nearly laughed as you read it in your mind. 'Craving a hug is worse than craving sex because you can masturbate but you can't hug yourself and that's some real shit lmao.'

'Is that your way of telling me you need a hug?' You texted him, checking to see the time was 4:31 a.m. He immediately read your message, three dots appearing on your screen. 'Maybe… I have ice cream for you if you do.' You threw your sheets off of your body, not caring you were wearing an oversized t-shirt and shorts.

'On my way hoe.' You texted back before sliding on your flip flops and sneaking out your window to your car. Speeding off to JJ's house, you parked down the block before walking to his backyard.

You knocked on his window before pulling the screen up and crawling in. JJ stood in the center of his room with a wide grin on his face, a tub of ben and Jerry's in one hand and two spoons in the other.

He put both items down as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He hugged you tightly, lifting you off the floor and spinning you around. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his arms adjusted themselves. He walked over to his bed, sitting against the headboard. You remained in his lap, your legs on both sides of his lap. Your hands entangled themselves in his hair, his hand on the arch of your back.

You were about to pull away before his grip tightened. "Not yet. I don't wanna let go just yet." He mumbled.

I hate it when you're not with me. 'Cause it feels like something's missing.

You had left the Outer Banks for a trip to visit a college out of state. You knew you weren't going to a college outside of your home, you just went to please your parents.

You were gone for a week. However to JJ that felt like a whole month and he was aching for you to come back. The entire week he has never felt more stressed. He felt like something big was missing out of his days. He wanted to call you, but he feared he would bother you.

Without telling him you were home, you called his number. It rang 3 times before he picked up. "Y/N! You're alive!" His voices yelled from the other side of the line. "Yes I'm alive and on my way to your house."

"Oh-shit!" JJ yelled before you heard a loud thumping sound. "You fell off your bed didn't you?" You asked him, driving down the streets. His dad's car was thankfully gone, allowing you to pull in. Quickly exiting your car, you slammed your door shut.

Walking into his house, he nearly tackled you to the floor in a hug. "Wow, hi!" You laughed as he hugged you, rocking your bodies side to side. "That felt like the longest week of my life."

I'ma show you everything and everything I hide behind. Tell you my whole story, I can take you back to '99.

JJ was currently asleep at your side, your legs intertwined. He asked if he could sleep over after his dad threw a fit after taking drugs.

Your eyes never left his face as you remembered the first time JJ opened up to you about his abusive father. It was one night, 3 years ago. He showed up on your doorstep in the pouring rain, a fresh bruise on his face and a cut lip.

He tried to say he got caught up in a fight with a Kook, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that it wasn't the truth. You didn't beg him to tell you, you knew he had his own life and you didn't want to pry. He loved that about you and knew it was time to tell you everything.

From how his mom left when he was young, then how his father became a drug addict and alcoholic. He brought up the first time he had been beaten, he was only 11 which broke your heart. He told you that acting like he was fine and just got into it with a Kook was easier than explaining about his dad.

Loving you's a sequence, keeps my heart beating. I'ma keep you warm even if it means I'm freezing.

You and JJ went to the movie theater, celebrating your birthday together. He had managed to sneak you two into the Kook cinema that had working air conditioning and reclining seats.

He took you out to see a new movie, knowing that would make you happy. You told him you were gonna pay for food, but he stopped you before you could go up to the register. "I got it." Was all he said before taking your hand and leading you to the right room.

He took you to the back row knowing that was your favorite spot. He shifted in his seat, pulling bags of snacks out of the hem of his pants and anywhere else he could hide it. You giggled to yourself quietly, your mouth dropping as he pulled a hoagie out of his pant leg.

"Shut the fuck up." You whispered, high fiving him as he set out the food. You pulled up the arm rest that sat between you two, scooting closer to him.

His arm immediately found its place around your shoulder, pulling you close as he ate half of the hoagie.

Your body shivered as you pulled JJ closer to you. He looked down at you, "are you cold?" "A little but it's-" before you could finish your sentence, he was already taking his sweatshirt off and handing it to you. "Aren't you gonna be cold?" He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't care. That just means you'll have to be the one who gives the cuddles." You laughed quietly, slipping his sweatshirt on before opening your arms towards him.

He leaned down, resting his head on your chest as he laid down. His arms slid around your waist, his eyes fluttering shut as you kissed his forehead.

Used to act reckless, then I met you. We both eatin' breakfast underneath the moon.

Kiara had told you this story countless times, she would tell you the story of how JJ used to steal from stores, used to sleep with girls all the time, used weed and alcohol as a coping mechanism, but everything stopped as soon as you stepped into the picture.

You didn't know he was doing those things until he admitted it to you the same night he opened up about his father. He wanted you to know how much of a positive impact you've made on him, and he appreciates you so much.

It all changed one night after you and JJ had spent the night at John B's. JJ was in the kitchen making pancakes at 3 in the morning. You hadn't gotten any sleep, so you got out of bed and sat yourself down on the counter. "Morning sunshine." He grinned at you, flipping the pancake in the air to catch it in the pan again. "Morning handsome. What's with the breakfast foods?" You asked, eyeing the raw batter.

"I got hungry!" He said, pouring yet another spoonful of batter onto the pan. "I mean… are you gonna need help eating those?" You shyly pointed to the stack of pancakes. "I made them just for you." He winked. He gathered the whip cream from the fridge and the syrup from the cabinet as the final one was cooking. An idea popped into your head. "I'll be right back!" You called out to him.

You went into the closet and pulled out the old Christmas lights from a box. You grabbed two pillows and a large blanket as well. You walked outside and set up the lights along the trees, turning them on to see the beautiful colored bulbs light up. You put the pillows on one of the hammocks, laying the blanket to the side.

You dragged a wooden table put from one of the corners of the backyard to the front of the hammock where the food could go. You scattered back inside and stopped him before he could go into the backyard. "Stop! Give me the food and stay right here." He hesitated before passing you everything you needed to complete the surprise.

Placing everything in its spot, you ran back inside, "okay I need you to trust me." You said before covering his eyes with your hands. You led him out the backyard and right towards the hammock. "And here!" You smiled, uncovering his eyes. He stood there in awe as he looked up to the lights and the cute decorations.

"How did you do this in the span of 3 minutes?" He asked, sitting down in the hammock, passing you a plate stacked with pancakes from the table. "I have my ways." You winked. JJ looked up from his spot, looking at the full moon that hovered above them. "Here's to eating breakfast underneath the moon." He raised his fork that had a chunk of pancake on it. You raised your, clinking the metal. "To eating breakfast underneath the moon."

People think we crazy from the stupid things we do. I love it when you're weird, 'cause I know I'm weird too.

You leaned back in your chair at the Wreck, Kie and Pope sitting at your sides, JJ and John be in front of you. "Kie, your father is a blessing." You complimented her father after he gave the group free food. The restaurant was empty since it was 10 p.m. only leaving the group and Kie's father. You stood up from your seat, collecting the plates and any garbage from their seats, helping clean up.

JJ got up from his spot, lifting his shirt up past his abs. "I have approximately 5 food babies in my stomach." Your cheeks flushed pink as you quickly looked away. "Y/N! Come here." You walked over to him, he watched as you, waiting for you to mimic him. You jokingly rolled your eyes before lifting your shirt up past your stomach. He reached his stomach forward to touch yours. "Our food babies will now become one." You said, ignoring the weird looks from your friends.

"What?" JJ asked, rolling his shirt back down. "You guys are fucking weird." Pope laughed. "You're just jealous you're not having a food baby with us." You flipped your hair over your shoulder, placing your hands on JJ's stomach. "We should get maternity pictures like this." JJ stood behind you with his hands on your stomach, his fingers forming a heart.

Yeah, that's just how we live, acting like some kids. Running with the bugs through the grass in the mist.

"Y/N I know we told John B we would go help him with the boat but can we PLEASE stop at this playground. There are no kids and it's been like 20 years since I've been on a playground." You chuckled at him, "JJ, first off you're 16, and yeah yeah I'm going!"

You parked in the lot, JJ jumping out of the car before you even stopped. You easily hopped out of the car, JJ grabbing your hand as you ran through the grass. The night before it thunder stormed, and it was 90° that day, causing a light miss to fill the air. You laughed loudly with him, finding your ways to the swingset. You sat on the swing as JJ stood behind and pushed you to get started.

You two had a bet on who could jump farther once you both had reached a high enough swing. "Ready? One, two, three!" You two jumped off the swing at the same time JJ landed just a few inches farther than you. "Ughhhhhh." You groaned, immediately stopping.

"There's a ladybug on your chest." You laughed, pointing to the small red insect. JJ carefully placed his hand near it, watching the delicate bug crawl onto his finger tips. You two watched it crawl on his hand before another one landed on your arm. You held your arm up to JJ's hand, the lady bugs getting together before flying off his hand. "That was the cutest thing ever."

Girl I'll give you everything, that's my final offer. I can be your knight, protect you from the monsters.

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of a ding coming from your phone. You opened the message to see it was from JJ.

Hi Y/N!!!! I'm not gonna lie, I'm extremely high right now, but I just wanted to get this off my chest because I've been wanting to say it FOREVER! I really fucking like you. I've liked you since the day I first met you and God, everyday with you is adventure within itself. you are my rock and I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me. You have been by my side through so much and given me memories I'll never forget. I want to call you my girlfriend. I want to be able to show you off and call you my girl. I wanna give you everything I can. I'll be like, like your knight in shining armor. I'll protect you from bad guys and I'll kiss you whenever you want attention. I just want to be with you because I hate it when you're not with me. it just feels like something's missing and I hate it. Let me call you mine and I'll never say goodbye.

You beamed brightly as your eyes skimmed his text. Your thumb hovered over his contact before calling him. "JJ? Hey listen, I'm all yours."

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 5 years ago

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Ocean Eyes - Part 1

Summary: Your past with Chris catches up with you.

A/N: Can’t say more than that or it gives stuff away! 😂 Taglist is open, if

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After a long day working at the local coffee shop the last thing i wanted to do was go to a club! But it was Sadie's leaving party so i had to make an appearance or id never hear the end of it.

It had actually been a really fun night, my first night out in what felt like years and after a few drinks i let myself enjoy it. I even had a couple of guys offer to buy me a drink! Just after midnight i caught a taxi home and left the younger girls to carry on with their partying..... how they did it i don't know! Most of them had had far too much to drink already and no intention of stopping any time soon. God i miss the days where i could do that!

When i finally got home i dropped my bag and my jacket next to the front door, went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and headed up to bed. I managed to throw on an oversized t-shirt before crashing face first into bed, the make up removal would have to wait til the morning i was too exhausted to care.

I woke up to my cell phone blaring loudly in my ear, i patted around for it keeping my eyes closed already feeling the hangover! I mumbled a 'hello' then heard the soft chuckle of my mom.

"Had a good night did you?"

"Mmm it was okay, i'm so not used to drinking anymore Ma. How do people do this every weekend?" I moaned as i slowly opened one eye then the other.

"I remember when you'd be out every weekend, you even ended up in Vegas that one weekend...."

"I remember believe me!" I said as i finally sat up grabbing the bottle of water from the bedside cabinet draining half of it.

"I was just wondering what time you were coming over?.... you said 10am but its almost lunch time"

"What??!! are you serious?.... shit. Okay let me go get a cup of coffee and take a quick shower and i'll be there"

"Okay sweetheart, no rush"

"Everything's okay?"

"Yeah yeah all good. I'll see you soon"

"Okay, bye mom".

I had just finished my coffee and was heading upstairs for a shower when the doorbell rang. I was going to ignore it but then whoever it was started knocking.

"Jesus.... give me a second" i muttered marching to the front door, i opened the door just a crack hiding behind the door due to my lack of pants! When i looked through the gap i gasped.... the last person i ever expected to see was stood on my doorstep.

"Chris...."

"Hey" he smiled nervously "sorry for just showing up like this but i didn't have your number. I tried calling the one i had for you but it was out of service"

"Yeah i had to change it a few years back..... wh...what are you doing here Chris?"

"Can we talk inside?.... i don't really wanna do this through a crack in your door" he laughed a little but it was more of a nervous laugh.

"Erm, sure can you give me a couple minutes to go put some pants on?... i was just about to get in the shower"

"Sure"

I nodded and closed the door before quickly rushing upstairs and grabbing my jean shorts from the chair where i had discarded them yesterday. I was just about to leave my room when i passed the mirror and caught a glimpse of my reflection "fuck!" I quickly grabbed a makeup remover wipe and cleaned my face of smudged mascara and run a brush through my hair.... it was no good, the hair could not be saved! I quickly tied it up in a messy bun not minding the loose bits that fell out, it would have to do!

The living room was a mess so i closed the door leaving just the kitchen visible. Then i rushed over to let Chris in before he thought id run off and forgotten about him. He followed me through to the kitchen and took a seat at the table while i made us both a coffee.

"How you been? Its been a while since ive seen you" he asked softly.

"I guess it has been.... erm i'm good" i shrugged casually keeping my attention on the mugs as i made the coffee.

"Im glad. Seemed like you disappeared off the face of the planet, you just left. No one heard from you...."

"It was for the best, fresh start and all that"

"Im sorry for how we... how i left things"

I shrugged shaking my head

"you really don't have to apologise Chris, you made a choice...."

"A stupid choice..... i was young and very stupid...."

"Whats done is done, theres no point rehashing it... its been almost 7 years i'm over it" i scoffed picking up the mugs and joining him at the table.

"You are?"

"Of course!"

"Thats great" he nodded avoiding eye contact.

"Okay so spill it.... i don't mean to sound rude but i've got somewhere i need to be soon and i'm already running late....."

"Still cant handle your drink huh?" He finally looked at me smirking.

"Apparently not.... how'd you know?"

"Ive seen you hungover enough to know the signs, the hair and the face full of smudged makeup...."

"you saw that huh?"

"Yeah" he chuckled looking me over.

"So....."

"Right... i um....i need you to sign this" He said reaching inside his jacket and pulling out some papers.

"Sign what?..... what could you possibly need me to sign?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he pushed the papers across the table to me. I leaned forward to get a better look and the first thing my eyes landed on... "Petition For Divorce".

I felt my heart start to race as i looked up at Chris..... "what is this? I signed these 7 years ago Chris!"

"I know. I never filed them"

"What?! you mean we're still married?!"

"Yeah"

"Why? You told me you'd take care of it all...."

"And i was gonna, but i couldn't bring myself to do it"

"Jesus christ Chris!"

"Im sorry Y/N" he started to say but I shook my head as i got up to get a pen, when i sat back down and signed them without hesitation Chris made this noise, like i had offended him by signing the divorce papers without an argument.

"What?"

"Nothing, its just you signed them pretty quickly...."

"Chris, i signed these 7 years ago when i loved you.. why wouldn't i sign them again? There's no reason not to..... what we had has been over for years"

"I just thought maybe somewhere down the line we'd work things out"

"I didn't. Any thoughts of us working out ended when you broke up with me because your career was taking off and you liked the attention from all the girls"

"I was an idiot i know, i was just a kid...."

"Bullshit! If you were old enough to get married....you were old enough to know what you were doing".

He looked down shaking his head again, he actually looked ashamed of how he had acted. Maybe he had grown up.

My phone started ringing and i saw my mom's name flashing on the front.

"Hey mom..... oh god, yeah okay.... i'll be there in like 15 minutes i promise" i hung up after saying goodbye to her.

"Im sorry, but i've got to go. You got what you wanted" i shrugged pointing at the papers on the table, he folded them neatly and tucked them back inside his jacket.

"Thank you"

"Can i ask you something?"

"Anything"

"Why now? You didn't bother for 7 years"

"Ive been seeing someone..... its getting kinda serious now...."

"Right, i get it. Your ready for a new wife...." i shook my head suddenly feeling very sad about my past life with Chris "i didn't even get the chance to be your wife.... not really. That ain't worth shit" i pointed towards his jacket where i knew the papers were.

"Its not like that Y/N i swear, i just.... i want the option to be there if the time comes"

"Well i hope it works out better for you this time. Look i have to go......"

"Right okay, sorry. I'll get out of your way" he got up quickly and followed me through the kitchen and to the front door.

"It was good to see you, make sure you file those this time" i said as he walked towards his car.

"You got it, it was great seeing you too" he smiled before getting in his car and driving off.

"Hey Ma!" I called walking into my mom's house.

"Your late" she called from the sofa, i made my way to her and dropped down next to her.

"I know im sorry, you'll never guess who just turned up at my house??!"

"Who?"

"He who shall not be named!" I said quietly, my mom's eyes widened as she gasped "you mean...."

"Yep!" I nodded "turns out we've been married the last 7 years! He never filed.... he came by to ask me to sign them again"

"That boy has some nerve showing up here...."

"Yep"

"Did you sign them?"

"Of course i did"

"Just like that?"

"Yeah, just like that" i shrugged "like i told him, i already thought it was done and over with, i haven't seen him in 7 years.... why wouldn't i sign them"

"Sweetheart....." my mom started to say something but was interrupted by the excited yell of 'MOM!" right before a small body crashed into mine.

"Hey buddy" i laughed hugging my baby close "have you been behaving for nana?"

"Yep, i'm always good" he rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around me "i missed you mom"

"I saw you yesterday baby" i chuckled running my hand through his brown hair before kissing the top of his head.

"I still missed you"

"Awww ain't you cute! I missed you too".

"Hey! I thought you liked staying with me? We had so much fun" my mom said trying to act offended but smiled when Mason started laughing.

"We had fun Nana, but i missed my mom" he looked up at me with his big blue eyes and i felt my heart swell with love for my baby boy.... well he wasn't a baby anymore, it was hard to believe he'd be turning 6 in a few days.... how time flies.

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stxrblccd · 1 year ago

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Baby wants his daily vinegar.

#how'd i turn my shirt inside out : crack

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leelee10898 · 6 years ago

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Fast cars & Freedom: Bed of Roses (5/?)

This is a Ride or Die AU. Ellie leaves for college returning 6 years later with one heck of a secret. How will Colt and Logan react.

Pairing: Logan x Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature

Summary: Logan knows, Colt finds out. How will he react to the news?

A/N: Ok so this was written Pre Finale, I had to laugh at the fact of one similarity in this chapter except it was the wrong guy... you will see what I mean. You can catch up HERE and as always if you would like to be added to the tags, let me know!

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“You. You never got the annulment?” she stumbled on her words, colt shook his head. “we need to talk Ellie.”

“ Yeah, you're right, we do need to talk. But I can't. I can't do this right now.” Her emotions were all over the place, telling Logan about Luca, and then finding out she was still married to Colt was the final blow. She couldn't hold her feelings in anymore, the tears flowed freely. “Ellie. Please don't cry.” His tone softened as he reached out for her, her tears were his kryptonite. “I. gotta. go.” she sniffled as she turned walking towards the house. “You know where to find me.” She heard him say as she disappeared inside the house.

She made her way up to her room, Luca was staying over at Riyas, her dad already asleep. She changed out of her dress and into something more comfortable as she tried to calm herself down. She knew coming home would dredge up old memories, but she thought she would have more time. It was as if someone pressed the NOS button on her life, and she was barreling into the free fall.

She tossed herself down on her bed, Colts words running through her head Mrs Kaneko. She thought back to that night.

*******

They rolled into Vegas, Ellie marveled over the bright lights, everything was so flashy. They pulled up to a hotel and parked. “I'll get us a room, were staying for the night. We'll head back to meet Logan tomorrow.” he kissed her cheek as she sat in an oversized chair in the lobby. Earlier that night she was so happy. She was at prom, Colt came back to take her, Riya gave them her hotel room and Colt told her he Loved her. It was the first time he had ever said it, but she knew he meant it. Once the brotherhood caught up with them, there was only one thing left to do, hatch a plan.

“Let's do some sight seeing ok? Maybe a little gambling.” Ellie gave him a look. “Ah, last time I checked neither of us were old enough to gamble.” Colt shook his head and chuckled. “Did you really think the crew wouldn't have several fake Ids on hand? Here, you're Tiffany Smith from Pasadena. Just turned 21.” He held her the id with her picture on it. “I should have known. And who are you?”

“Zach Zilberg, 23 from Rancho cucamonga.” He cracked a goofy smile. “Now let's go have a little fun.” He laced his fingers in her hand. They spent some time playing the slots, Ellie counting cards like she had done with Logan in the underground casino. They won some money and decided to head out into the town.

They passed by a bar, the sounds of horrible singing coming from the inside. People cheering and laughing. Ellie read the sign 80s night. “Colt. Let go inside.” she pulled on his hand. He turned towards the door, grimacing at the sound of a woman hitting a high note very off key. “You wanna go in there? Ellie it sounds like a walrus and a cat mating. I don't think our ears could handle it.”

She stuck out her bottom lip, pouting “Please colt.”

Fiiiiine he sighed heavily as they walked inside and grabbed a table. They watched the patrons sing along to the song, some good, some bad, and some flat out terrible, but Ellie admired them the most. They didn't Care about a bunch of strangers who they would probably never see again in their lives, they were living in the moment, and that's what she wanted to do. She watched as they bopped around to the beat.

“Colt. Dance with me.” she grasped his hand.

“mmm to this Ellie? Really?” He watched as the enthusiastic smile dropped from her face. He swore he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. The desperate feeling to do anything to put it back on her face surged through him. “Ok, lets go.” those simple words brought it right back. He bounced around with her, for the first time since the brotherhood broke up their blissful moment in the hotel, he felt content. He stopped jumping and took her in. He watched her brown hair bounce around, her smile so wide he swore it actually touched her eyes. He was completely captivated by her, his heart swelling so big it could burst. The song slowed he took her hand, spinning her into him. He knew the song Bed of Roses by Bon Jovi, and coincidentally one of Ellies favorites. She sang it one day in the garage while toby played the guitar. He swore in that moment he fell in love with her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, settling into the crook of his neck. His hands wrapped around her wait, pulling her closer into him.

They swayed along to the music silently he started humming along to the music, he dipped his lips closer to her ear. She closed her eyes, basking in the feeling of his body against hers, hands wrapped around her waist. He hated her when he first met her, or at least he wanted to. Somehow thigirlml made her way into his every thought, completely in his head. Every move he made, every step he took, she was there guiding him. She was the peanut butter to his jelly. The queen to his king, she was his queen. And he was completely and Irrevocably in love with this girl. She was his whole world, his ride or die. He would do anything she asked of him, be anything she needed. She was his forever.

“Ellie. I love you. Eien ni”

Ellie met his gaze “I love you too colt. What does that mean?”

“Eien ni?” She nodded. “It means forever. You are my forever Ellie.”

“Eien ni, Colt.”

“Promise?” He smirked, She placed her lips to his. “Promise.”

“Marry me Ellie.”

*******

She was awoken by her alarm. She rubbed her eyes she must have cried herself to sleep. The week flew by,and before she knew it it was friday. she spoke to Logan a few times, planning a day he could meet Luca. He was excited, Ellie was nervous. Luca hadn't been around many men in her life, except her dad and Darren. She wasn't sure how it would go. Her thoughts also on Colt, she needed to talk to him he deserved to know. But part of her couldn't face him, she was mad, sad, embarrassed. They had an intense love, Logan was sweet and protective of her, it was light and relaxed, he loved her genuinely. Colt was protective of her too, but he let her run the show, he did what she needed him to and he loved her fiercely. She seen her dad off for his dad. She was happy for her dad, finally getting back out there.

She flipped on the TV Luca nuzzled against her side. “Ok sweetpea, what do you want to watch.” Ellie began scrolling through the netflix lineup. “Um nothing for babies mommy, i'm not a baby anymore.” “You're my baby. You'll always be my baby.” Ellie kissed the top of her head. “Forever?” Luca looked up, giving her a sweet smile. Ellie smiled at the choice of word. “Forever.” they settled on watching sing. Luca falling asleep and Ellie had to carry her to bed.

The next day she woke up and got Luca ready for the day. She made plans with Riya to go to out with the kids for the day. She had started a pot of coffee waiting for her dad to make his way down stairs. “Morning dad. How was the date?” she grinned as he casually strolled into the kitchen. “It was good.” he said grabbing a coffee mug. “Just good?”

“Well. Good enough to score a second date.”

“Oh my God dad, that's great!” Ellie was genuinely thrilled for him. After her mom died, her dad closed himself off to dating, focusing on raising her and work.

Riya picked the two of them up and made their way to the shopping center. it was a huge outside market, as well as store fronts. They wandered around shopping in the stores all morning, by early afternoon they headed over to the outside market. “Mommy. Mommy.” Luca tugged on her shirt pointing at a face painting stand. “You want to get your face painted?” she shook her head yes and they made their way over standing in line.

Riya and Ellie settled into a hushed conversation, careful so Ellie couldn't hear. “So colts just showed up out of nowhere.” Ellie nodded. “Yep. I had just got back from dinner with Logan and told him about Luca. He was standing across the street, next to his bike.”

“How'd that go?” Ellie gave her a look, “How do you think it went? He was pissed when he seen Logan, I could tell.”

“Well, that's probably because he still love you. And i'm pretty sure you still feel the same ” Riya smirked. “It's been 6 years Ri. We're different people.”

They waited in line for a while. Luca and Marcus finally getting their turn in the seats. “Hey Ri can u watch Luca for a minute. I want to go grab some Jerky for my dad before they run out.”

“Sure. Can you grab Dare some too. He loves it.” Riya agreed. Ellie made her way to the food cart where they sold the jerky. She ordered and stood off to the side “Hey Colt, back again so soon?” The man ask “Yeah, Toby killed the stash. I need to hide it better.” she stopped dead in her tracks, frozen in place as his eyes locked on hers.

“Ellie, what are you doing here?” he eyed her. “Ah, getting my da. Dad some ah jerky.” she stuttered, her nerves kicked into high gear. The man handed both Colt and Her their orders at the same time. “well, bye.” She turned ro Walk away. “Ellie. El wait.” He ran after her catching her. She turned around to face him when she heard a little voice calling out. She snapped her eyes shut not now, god not now. “Mommy. Mommy look I'm a unicorn. See.” Luca beamed as Riya ran behind as she bobbed and weaved Marcus's stroller between people. She turned around to hug her daughter. “Sorry. Sorry she just bolted, I almost impaled an old lady but-” She stopped talking staring at Colt. “You are the prettiest Unicorn in the world.”

Colt looked at her and back at the little girl standing next to her. “Who are you?” Luca folded her arms, staring at Colt. “My name is Colt. I'm a friend of your moms.” “Sweetie why don't you go with aunt Ri Ri and get some ice cream?” Ellie held her breath, Colt wasn't stupid and she didn't want to have this discussion in front of Luca. “Now hold on a minute.” colt squatted down to her level.”What's your name sweetie?”

“Luca.” She answered with sas, making colt chuckle.

“That's a beautiful name. How old are you Luca?”

Ellie felt her heart stop in that moment.

“Im 5 ½.” Colts eyes flicked up to Ellies and back to Luca. “Ok Luca, let's get that ice cream.” Riya interrupted, Colt stood handing Riya a twenty. “My treat. It was nice to meet you Luca.” Luca waved as she walked away “Thank you Colt.” She hollered back.

Ellie couldn't escape his hard gaze. “We need to talk,Now.” his tone stern, unwavering. “We do, but not here. Let me. Let me text Riya and ask her to take Luca to my dads.” Colt nodded. “Im parked over there.” He pointed towards his bike as he made his way over. He handed Ellie the spare helmet as she climbed on, he speed off. The scenery a blur she could feel the tears welling in her eyes. They pulled into a spot overlooking the coast, she knew it well, it was where they shared their first kiss.

He parked the bike and they climbed off. Colt kicked the dirk “I hope you don't take me for an idiot Ellie.” she shook her head no. “5 years el. Jesus christ. You couldn't tell me?”

“I tried to get in touch with you when I found out but. You're number was disconnected and I didnt know how else to find you.”

“Is she mine or Logans? ” he ran his fingers through his hair frustrated.

“I don't, i don't know.”

He snorted “Of course.”

“I tried to call, I had my dad look for you and you were gone.”

“Colt, im sorry. I didn't want you to find out this way.” She spoke softly as she approached him.

“You didn't want me to find out at all did you Ellie?”

“That's not true. I just, didn't know how to tell you.” Ellie sniffled. “I tried to contact you for a year and we had no leads. We. We stopped looking.” she was now in tears. Fuck Colt thought to himself “El, don't cry. Come on, please don't cry. I'm sorry I was an asshole, i'm just, i'm shocked.” he pulled her into a hug comforting her. He breathed in the smell of her hair, it smelled of Honey and vanilla calming him instantly. “She's beautiful El, just like her mother.” She looked up, wiping her eyes, she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. “Thank you.”

“Does Logan know?” He clenched his Jaw.

“He found out last night.” she let out a long breath.

“so what do we do?” He questioned, he wasn't exactly well versed in paternity matters.

“Well, we need to get a paternity test done. That way we will know for sure. But, I would like for you both to get to know her. That is.” she paused a moment. Composing herself as best she could. “That is if you want to get to know her.” Colt kept his arms around her “Of course I do. I would like that El. Alot.”

They sat in silence for a while watching the sun set over the pacific.

“I'll do the test and all but I don't think you'll really need it” She looked at him confused “How do you know that?”

“Call it a hunch.” He smirked as he stood taking her hand and pulling her up. “Let's get you home.”

They pulled up out front, he walked her to the door. “6 years ago your dad probably would have pulled a gun on me for this.” he joked. “He may still.” she giggled. “So, when can i see you guys again?” he stood there fidgeting with his fingers. He was nervous, he spent 6 years pinning for her, and finally here she was with her daughter, possibly their daughter. “How about Sunday you join us at the beach. I invited Logan so play nice.” Colt rolled his eyes “ok. I'll try to be nice but no promises." He winked as he climbed on his bike.

She watched him drive away, both men finally knew the truth, she felt like a weight had been lifted, but it was replaced by a knot in her stomach. Both men would come face to face after 6 years. For Lucas sake, she hoped they would behave.

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milkte-aa · 6 years ago

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" deal breaker! " (myg x y/n x jjk) 001

📍tags/genre ;; angst, satire, demon!au, prince!au.

📍summary ;; many many years ago, an ancestor of yours made a deal with two demon princes and never paid his debt. the demons, who lay dormant, have awoken and want their prize. and as a blessing and a curse, the prize is you.

📍author's note ;; the story is a bit mature, so chapters that don't have gore, violence, or smut, are still best for 16+ readers. but, of course, read at your own expense.

📍to find other chapters search #db-jjkmyg

"Come on, Jungkook! We don't have all year!!"

That loud voice resonated throughout the large, victorian styled manor. The dark hardwood floors were just a clean and shiny as they had been left, back when the victorian era was on the rise. It was a tragic day, when the manor was left behind, and that day would always be remembered as the day when the demons lost the great war. The two demon princes, who resided within this manor had fought and the front lines, and were forced into dormancy when they lost.

The heavy sound of footsteps could be heard at the home's entrance from deep within the many halls. Approaching every so calmly, Yoongi knew his call had been heard.

He gazed into the round mirror next to the coat rack that lay in the manor's entrance hall, fingertips brushing lightly over his cheek and jaw. The last time he'd seen his own face, was over 130 years ago, and there had been a long and deep cut that split his face in half diagonally. It was strange that they woke up, let alone come back completely unharmed or scarred. It left Yoongi to wonder why he was returned to his original state? Why wasn't his black hair matted with blood? Why was his skin left smooth and clean and not cracked, cut, and burned? Why was Jungkook so unhurt as he? He was greatful that his lover was back in the correct mental state, but why was it so?

"Weird isn't it? That we look brand new?" A chuckled rumbled across the entryway, taking Yoongi's attention away from his silvery reflection. He looked to Jungkook, the tall and handsome boy he'd had as a companion for centuries.

Yoongi nodded, looking back towards the mirror for a moment. He watched himself, quietly staring into his dark eyes. Jungkook cleared his throat in an attempt to get the other's attention, "So, hyung, why did you call my name?"

Jungkook had shoved his hands into the pockets of his blazer, with a coy smile on his face. Depsite them having come back so 'new', they were still wearing the same clothes. Black blazer's and slacks, dress shoes, and decorative silk shirts with matching chokers. Silver and gold adorned their fingers and ears, matching the outfit and the era they had left behind.

"Ah yes, we have some unfinished business to conclude." Yoongi turned again to the younger male, "Sadly, that war interrupted us."

Jungkook tilted his head. He was tired and confused, and quite frankly it took a second for him to even recall the very war that took place. But he caught on, remembering the crippled old man that had begged them to cure his only child of an incurable disease. They had done so, with promise that they would be able to collect whatever prize they wished from him when they returned—whether it be riches, land, or a soul. He nodded.

"Is there any prize to collect?"

Yoongi licked his lips. "I believe so. I looked into while you took a nap. The current family isn't rich, so I think we'll be collecting a soul. Unless something else takes our interest."

Jungkook liked the idea of a prize, even though the last thing he could remember was losing a great battle. Souls meant servants. Servants meant things getting back to normal.

Yoongi approached his companion, placing a palm on the younger's cheek. He still saw the condition Jungkook used to be in. The beaten and swollen image lingered in his memories. "I'm so happy you're okay..."

Jungkook smiled, setting his own hand over Yoongi's. "Mhmm, me too. Now, let's go get our well earned prize before it runs away."

"Yes, let's."

Your ancestory had always been a mystery to you. It felt like living in fog, and only ever seeing what was closest to you. You never met your grandparents, as they were all dead before you were born, and so you could never ask silly questions about what wars they lived through or where they grew up. Your parents wouldn't talk about it much, especially after their divorce when you were thirteen.

Though, despite all that you didn't know, there was always one thing that remained clear—your family was cursed.

The story was simple; over 100 years ago, a man in your family made a choice. Would he save his daughter from death or would he let her go and end her suffering? Despite what his little girl had wanted, he chose to save her from the clutches of death, and looked everywhere for the cure. But no books held the answer and no doctor had the time. He had lost hope. That was, until the man was approached by a mysterious creature and offered a deal. He took it without much thought, not caring to ask what the creature was or where it came from. Because of that, his ancestors believed him to have cursed the bloodline— due to making a deal with something that has yet to collect its end of the bargain.

If the family really was cursed, then maybe that would explain why you felt like nothing ever went right. All through highschool, you made mediocre grades and never seemed to impress your parents while simultaneously managing to never make any long lasting friendships. During the year between highschool and college, you had gotten fired at almost every job you took for extremely stupid things. And now, in university, depsite having finally made some good grades you're knee deep in student loan debt. You could hardly pay bills as it was, and soon enough the bank would show up a take you shitty car and even shittier apartment.

But what could you do about that? Nothing, really. Life is just a series of miserable mistakes and regrets, with the only promising goal being growing old and retiring right at the age when freetime is uncomfortable and impossible. Yeah, life is shitty. Life was so shitty sometimes, that it made you wish that the deal your idiot ancestor made would come back and haunt you because then maybe life wouldn't be so painfully drab.

Though, your catch yourself in that thought because demons, or monsters, or fairy tales weren't real.

Ring ring ring!

The distint chime of your cellphone rang at you from your bedroom, gently calling you to answer an important phone call.

"Who is it at this hour? Its almost 10 o'clock..." You pulled yourself up from the old cushions of your hand-me-down couch, eyes briefly passing over the screen of your tv, which flashed with commercials at the moment. With quick steps, you reached your bedroom, which wasn't really that far away at all, and managed to reach your phone before it quit ringing.

"Hello?"

Nothing could be heard from the other end, thought you were certain someone was listening to you.

"Who is this? If you're trying to sell me something just do it already and don't waste my time."

Nothing again, and with that you hung up— people these days were rude over the phone too. You huffed, turning your phone off and chucking it on the bed with a soft thud. Through your annoyed attitude, though, a strange feeling of coldness swept up your spine. It swarmed your brain, filling your mind with a ice so black and dark that it stopped you from thinking for a moment. But it faded, as it some sort of fire or heat had burned it away. Strange, you thought, and then you snapped back into reality.

The tv show you were watching echoed in the distance.

You walked quietly back to the living room, gazing down at your index finger and grumbling at the chipped blue nail polish as you did. You hardly paid attention to your surroundings in this moment, and ran into the couch, slamming your toe against its hard bottom.

"F-fucking hell! Bitchass couch, always in my fucking way!" You yelled out, squeezing your eyes in pain as you reached down to hold your throbbing toe.

A soft sound eerily similar to the clicking of tongue of teeth could be heard, and then...

"Well that wasn't a very ladylike set of words." The low grumble of words jerked you out of your pain, your eyes wide as the shot up to see a man sitting on your kitchen counter, his legs crossed calmly over one another. He was cold. That very coldness you'd felt just before you left you bedroom.

"W-who'er you?!" You scrambled backwards, nearly falling your ass in the process. "How'd you get in my house?!!"

The man chuckled, cleary amused with your prey-like display. His dark gaze raked over you slowly, and his tongue peeked out of his lips for a brief moment. He had black hair, brushed out of his face to show a subtle bit of the pale skin on his forehead. The rest of him was pale, all except his eyes and hair... and the oddly Victorian outfit he wore. "Who am I? How'd I get in? Those are your questions?" He scoffed, "Mortals... You never cease to amuse...."

He trailed off just as you looked to your left, spotting a large black dog towaring over your couch and gazing at you. It looked like a hellhound, but there was something oddly human about it. At closer look, the dog had black horns atop its head and rows of razor sharp teeth and a two-pronged tongue. Its tail swung around carfully, like a snake.

The man on your counter spoke again, "I am a demon, little girl, older than your bloodline and nearly as old as religion itself. This here is my friend, who decided to appear in this form rather than a human one...."

You scoffed, definitely by accident. The reflex in you to pass off stupid claims as symptoms of a low IQ. You regretted this immediately.

The man showed you his teeth, a flashy way to tell you to know your place. "I'm serious, girl. You can stand there all wobbly kneed a pretend that you don't know, deep down inside what we are, but I see right through you." He looked to the dog, that looked back at him and let out an impatient whine. "But... I will be kind and tell you the story, so that maybe then you'll show us some more respect."

You blinked several times, a feeble attempt as waking up from this nightmare. Demons? Imposible! Such a stupid idea. These are just figmants of your imagination. Maybe your family was cursed; but it would be cursed sooner with insanity that it would with demons.

"Once upon a time, during the Victorian Era, a young girl suffered from a bad case of of some very mysterious disease. Her father wanted her to live so very badly, and sold everything he had to find her a cure. But no doctor could care to help, and no witch had a practical solution. He poor, little girl was dying and each day the pale horse grew closer. But, one day, he found himself in the presence of two strange creatures that he passed off as extremely smart hellhounds. Whatever they were, he made a deal with them, selling his soul for his daughter's life. The 'creatures' were nice, and decided to wait until the man got to live a happy life with his daughter before they came to collect his soul and his life. But, those 'creatures' got caught up in a war and were left dormant for over 100 years. And now, they need to get paid for their kindness..."

You could out two and two together, you were mental, the 'deal' your ancestor made was real and it was with this man here and his... dog?

"So that's not really a dog?" You pointed to large mass of dark fur that starred at your with red eyes.

The man shook his head, "No, that's my partner-in-crime Jungkook. And I'm Yoongi. Glad to see you've found your common sense, little girl."

"So, um, Yoongi, what do I have to do with this deal? You can't possibly be here for my soul, I didn't make that stupid deal..." You tried to calm down, but it was difficult to say the least. You were starring death and its dog, er, friend in the face. Who could stay calm during that?

Yoongi looked to his friend, nodding subtlety before he adjusted his hair with a heavily jeweled hand. "I hate to tell you this, but a soul is hard to get once its dead, not unless we were there to grab it. But as I said, its been 100 years, and your great great great grandaddy is probably deep within the inferno. Jungkook and I hardly have the time to find him."

"So, you're going to kill me?" The wind outside your apartment's front door howled, a sign of an on coming storm before it happened. You could almost taste the rain in the air.

The room was silent for a moment, giving your thoughts time to catch up to the situation. You've been acting like this were a real situation. As if! Demons aren't real. Neither was magic or curses ir any of that other mumbo-jumbo. To even believe it for a second would make your insane. Maybe you were. Maybe you were in some sort of looney-bin hospital strapped to a white table and screaming like all hell was loose.

Then, the more fake than real, Yoongi spoke up. He cleared his throat, hopping gracefully off of the marble countertop. The slender man approached you, peering into your fearful and confused face before looking to his hound-shaped companion. The hound thing nodded.

"Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but we can't kill you just yet." Yoongi seemed pleased, a hidden emotion swimming in the dark pools of his eyes. "Remember that war I mentioned? Yeah, well it drained us of our power, and now we can't do something as simple as collect a soul."

Crazy, stupid, gullible girl! This isn't real! Stop responding to your hallucinations!!

You shook your thoughts away, saying nothing to Yoongi at all. He was definitely talkitive and would more than likey continue speaking on his own.

".... So, girl, that means that you're coming with us and will stay under our watch until we're strong enough to do such."

And so he proved you right.

"You don't believe me do you? You think your just a normal, everyday psycho broad who dropped her marbles somewhere and can't find them." Yoongi chuckled. "Do you want to know something? If you were dreaming or imagining this, then you wouldn't be able to feel pain or taste things. And I do recall you jamming your toe not too long ago."

Defiantly, you looked up at him, meeting him eye-to-eye in a show of boldness. "That doesn't prove anything. I could've started hallucinating between then and now. God, look at me, I'm giving into this whole brain fiasco and talking to you! And you're not even real!" You laughed, making this possibility of madness grow.

"Oh how amusing! I, the wonderfully boring and dull, Y/n, have finally gone absolutely insane. I see demons and hellhounds! What's next, fairies and unicorns? Will I begin to preach that I have seen God's true fac-" Your babblings were halted by the most violently pleasant burning sensation, accompanied by the feeling of lips against yours. The mouth against your's was soft, gentle even, with not a hint of malicious intent. You gave in, melt into the touch the snaked around your body— your demon has kissed you.

The moment didn't last long, though you wished it had, because suddenly your bottom lip seared with pain and the taste of blood filled your mouth. Those soft lips tugged themselves away, leaving you with a bloody lip.

"You bit me!" You accused, touching your fingertips to your lip. Yoongi licked his lips, an remnants of your blood disappearing. He grinned.

"Better yet, you would've liked that pain if I kept on with that kiss."

"Why would you do that?" Your ears and cheeks burned with embarrassment. He had done that on purpose, to prove some point more than likey. But the fact that you felt it—his lips, the pain—it meant that-

"This is real. I am real. So is, my very annoyed friend over there." He gestured calmly to the hound who was scrunching its face up, a low rumble emitting from its throat. Your eyes darted back to Yoongi, who was still smiling. "So, sweetheart, are you going to give in and come with us willingly or is he going to drag you?"

You added it all up in your head. Demons, hellhounds, broken deals, war, soul stealing, and ownership. This was crazy... but real. Maybe. The mind is tricky. You contemplated locking yourself in the bathroom and waiting for them to leave, but Jungkook would definitely tear the door down and rip you into ribbons. You could go with them too. Its not like you would be leaving much behind. Your poor parents would be so torn up about it if you just went missing out of nowhere.

Yoongi still stood relatively close to you, so you backed up a bit before you spoke. "I'll go with you, but... let me pack a bag and write a note in case anyone comes looking. Alright?"

You were insane, this was insane, but you had no real choices.

Yoongi nodded, satisfied with your response. "Alright, but hurry. We don't have all year."

And with that, you scurried to your bedroom with two pairs of knowing eyes burying themselves into your back. What had you gotten yourself into, Y/n?

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