#i would love to do endings with all his exs

[moody-alcoholic]

Ex-boyfriend

The block is back with a vengeance, writing a little bit of angst to try and break it. It kind ends weird, I think I'll make a smut follow up for this something along the lines of; 'let us fuck away the thought of your ex.'

Summary: Ghoap x reader. Neighbors to lovers??

CW: domestic abuse, violence, alcohol, description of injuries, angst, little hurt/comfort.

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Another shouting match, another night listening to him plead through your front door. This time it’s different though. He hit you, it still doesn’t feel real, you can’t even remember what you were fighting about. 

Your face throbs though, a sick reminder that in fact it did happen. You didn’t even flinch, when his fist crashed square into the side of your face. 

“Please babe, it won’t happen again.” He calls. He’s right, it won’t happen again because you’re never going to see him again. 

“Go away!” You shout through your sniffles. You didn’t want to cry, you didn’t want to look weak but you couldn’t help yourself. As soon as you saw him with his fist raised, the person you thought you loved, there was no stopping the tears. 

You hear a door open in the hall. “Alright mate, maybe you should go. She clearly doesn’t want you bothering her.” You hear Johnny’s familiar Scottish accent fill the halls. Great now you’ve bothered your neighbours.

“Not really any of your business is it.” Your boyfriend snaps back. You put your head in your hands. This is all your fault, you don’t want to cause a scene, you just want him to leave. 

“It is when you’re shouting in the hall while I'm tryin’ to relax.” Johnny replies. You need to stop this, this is your fault. You pull yourself up to your feet. 

“Wouldn’t be in the hall if she would just let me in so we could talk.” Your boyfriend says banging on the door again. You look through the peephole, you see Johnny leaning in his doorway, your boyfriend is almost squaring up to him. 

You let out a breath to compose yourself, quickly wipe your tears away and open the door. They both turn to look at you. Johnny straightens up and your boyfriend comes towards you but you step back. 

“Go home. I’ll call you.” You say, your voice cracks. You feel the confidence you had slip away. You can’t tell if he’s angry or sad, you don’t care, you just want him gone. 

“I’ll call you.” You repeat, anything to get him gone. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t try to come in. He just lets out a sigh and turns to leave, shooting once last glare at Johnny on the way out. You let out a shaky breath looking over at Johnny. 

“I’m sorry about the noise.” You say, you’re barely holding it together, you need to get back inside so you can throw yourself in bed and just cry. Johnny steps up to you with a concerned look on his face. 

“Screw the noise, did he do that to ya lass?” He asks. You don’t know what to say, you open your mouth but words don’t come out, instead you just sob throwing your head in your hands again.  

Arms wrap around you and he squeezes you against him. Johnny’s hugged you before, he’s a very friendly person. He would throw his arm around your shoulders and walk you back to your flat when you would both run into each other. 

This hug is different though, maybe it’s the embarrassment making you over think things but this feels like a proper hug. 

“Si!” He calls as he starts to rub your back with his hand, the sobbing is relentless now, it feels like you can’t get a breath of air.

“What?” You hear Simon say. Johnny breaks from the hug moving to the side and you look up at him standing in the doorway. You don’t see Simon as much but he’s always there. You remember when you moved in they helped carry boxes for you. Then they both bought you a homemade shepherd's pie and bottle of wine to welcome you to the building.

You watch as Simon’s jaw clenches he lets out a sigh then crosses his arms. You feel sick, embarrassed. You just want this night to be over. You hang your head sniffling and wiping the tears. 

“How about a cup of tea?” Johnny asks his hand comes to your waist and you look up at him. You nod and he smiles guiding you back into your flat. You expect Johnny to go into the kitchen but he doesn’t he takes you over the sofa and Simon goes into the kitchen.

“What happened?” Johnny asks as you sit down, he sits next to you with his hand your back. 

“We were fighting.” You sniffle feeling more tears come. You don’t try to stop them. Johnny pulls the box of tissues over and you take one. 

“I can’t even remember what it was about. Something stupid.” You say blowing your nose.

“Has this ever happened before?” You look up at him and shake your head. 

“I think maybe we had too much to drink.” You say trying to find some kind of reason. You look over at the dining room table, the half drunk bottle of wine and the half eaten food. You hear the kettle click and you look over at Simon in the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry to have bothered you. I know it’s not the first time he’s been shouting in the hall.” You say, Johnny squeezes you tighter. 

“Not a problem.” He says smiling. Simon comes over and places a mug down in front of you. 

“Thank you. He’s not always like this.” You say looking up at Simon. He hums looking round the flat then comes to sit next to you. You keep your eyes on him as he looks round your face, his hand brushes your cheek. Even his soft touch has you gritting your teeth, it’s going to leave a nasty bruise. 

“Johnny, go see if there’s any ice in the freezer. Or a bag of peas.” Simon says, dropping his hand. Johnny moves instantly, bouncing into the kitchen, you don’t have time to tell him you have no ice. 

“Will mixed veg do?” He asks, sticking his head round through the door holding up the bag. It makes you smile, he smiles too when he sees you then goes back into the kitchen. 

“Do you want to call the police?” Simon asks. You swallow, dread rises in you. You hadn’t even thought about that, you feel more tears come and you look over at your mug of tea. 

“You don’t have to press charges, just get it on the record.” Johnny says as he comes back with the bag of veg wrapped in a tea towel. You look up at him, the last thing you want to do right now is talk to the police. You don’t get time to answer them though, the lock turning on the door makes your breath catch in your throat. 

Shit, you forgot he has a key. 

Simon stands up as the door opens and your boyfriend walks in. He freezes looking over at you for a second before scoffing and shaking his head. 

“I fucking knew it.” He says. You can’t breathe, your whole body tenses. “Couldn’t even wait five fucking minutes.” 

You stand up. “It’s not what you think.” You plead, the sob coming back. You feel Johnny’s hands on your shoulders. 

“I always knew you were a fucking whore.” He snaps, there’s a slur in his voice.

“Hey!” Johnny calls, squeezing your shoulders. Simon tuts, turning to look at you both quickly then walks round the sofa. You can see a bottle of something in his hands. Where did he even get that from? He was always a mean drunk.

You always told yourself it was the alcohol though, it wasn’t really him. He would never be like that with you when he was sober. Until now. 

“What do you want then?” Your boyfriend asks, throwing his arms out as Simon walks over to him. He looks tiny compared to Simon, his hulking figure almost blocks out your boyfriend. 

Ex, ex-boyfriend. 

“Let's have a chat, outside.” Simon says with a low tone, nodding at the door. 

“Na mate.” Your ex says, moving to look around Simon and points at you. “How long huh? How long have you been fucking them?” 

“I’m not.” You say, fresh tears blur your vision. 

“I won’t ask again.” Simon says, moving back in front of your ex. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He snaps. You almost miss your ex swinging at Simon. A gasp leaves your throat as you watch him dodge it. A split second later Simon drives his fist into your ex’s stomach. He drops the bottle of liquor and you swear you can hear the air leaving his lungs as he grunts doubling over. 

Simon grips his shoulders, almost carrying him out the flat and into the hall. “We’re going to have a quick chat.” It sounds like Simon’s growling. A second later the door slams closed. You turn to look at Johnny. 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think..” You slump back down on the sofa. Johnny reaches over, picking up the bag of veg wrapped in the tea towel. He presses it on your head and you wince, you takeover for him, replacing his hand with yours. 

“He’s a mean drunk.” You say. 

“He’s an arsehole.” Johnny says his hand lands on your thigh. You look over at him and smile. The door opens and you both look over to see Simon coming in. He walks over to the coffee table and puts down a set of keys. You stand up dropping the bag on the sofa and walk round the table over to him. 

You wrap your arms around him, for a second it's like he’s not quite sure what to do. When his arms wrap around your back you let out a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you.” You say into his chest. 

“It’s okay.” He says. You feel Johnny behind you, his hand landing on the small of your back. You break from the hug looking up at Simon. 

“I’m sorry he tried to hit you.” You say. He smiles, you haven’t seen him smile much, he has a nice smile. 

“Don’t worry, I've dealt with worse.” Simon says, his hand comes up to your cheek he brushes the tears away. 

“Sit down, drink your tea.” He says, you nod sitting down on the sofa next to Johnny. His hand lands on your thigh, you reach over for the mug. It’s lukewarm at this point but you don’t care, you drink it down while your head throbs. 

“Do you want one of us to stay the night?” Simon asks going over to the front door picking up the bottle of vodka.

“No, it’s okay.” You say, you don’t really want to be alone but you don’t want to come between them.

“I’ll stay.” Johnny says, Simon nods going into the kitchen. 

“I don’t want to take you from Simon. I’ll be fine, honestly.” You say turning to look at him. 

“Is that his only key?” Johnny asks, gesturing at the one on the table. You could so easily lie, you don’t want to be a bother. You shake your head. 

“Then I'm staying.” He says pulling your chin up to look at him. Christ, he has nice eyes too, deep and blue, they make you think of the ocean. 

“Thank you.” You say, you’re going to have to make it up to them at some point. Simon comes out into the living room and Johnny lets your chin go. 

“You know where I’ll be if you need me.” He says heading for the door. 

“What no kiss?” Johnny calls after him. He stops and walks back over Johnny who’s sat with a cheeky grin on his face. You evert your eyes when they kiss, it feels like you’re invading their privacy. Why are the hot ones always gay? 

“You alright?” Simon asks you, you look up at him feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks. 

“Yeah. Thank you again, for everything.” You say smiling at him. He nods and heads to the door. You watch him leave, listening as you hear their door open and close. You turn to Johnny who's now laid back on the sofa with his arm over the back.

"C'mon lass, I'm nice and warm," he says gesturing for you to lean up against him. You hesitate for a second then lay against him. He wraps his other arm round you and you let out a sigh.

"He's never gonna hurt you again." He says, you smile. No he won't, you never want to see him again.

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[havocandcchaos]

It's really important to me that y'all understand that Fiyeros last words are, "Glinda, I'm so sorry."

Thats it. "Glinda, I'm so sorry." and then the end, lights out, shows over for Fiyero.

Those are the last words he speaks alive. Those are his last words, not as a scarecrow. It is the last thing he ever says. he looks at his ex-fiancee, the only person he's been able to trust, to rely on, to love, for the last 5 years. The person he just abandoned not 24 hours earlier. The person he was abandoning again but this time so much worse.

And she's forgiving him. She's looking at him and saying you abandoned me for my best friend, and you held me at gunpoint, and I'm pretty sure you'd hate me if you could, but it's ok because I love you, and I'll always love you, and you love her, and so do I and its ok, because as long as someone loves her, then it's ok.

"He was never going to hurt me, he just loves her."

And he's about to be dragged off to his death. They both know it, even if Glinda is still pretending like she can change it. She would if she could. She'd give her life to save his. To save theirs. but she can't. And that's a rant for another day.

And instead of begging for his life, instead of screaming and pleading against the brutal death he's surely going to receive, he looks up at the only person he's had for 5 years. The woman he's loved for 5 years. The woman he so deeply betrayed. And he apologizes. Because he can't have his last act hurt her. She has to know he loves her and will always love her.

His last act hurts her anyway because his last act is being beaten to death in front of her, but there's nothing either of them can do about that but scream.

"Glinda, I'm so sorry."

For the gun, for leaving, for staying, for being mad, for being happy, for lying, for not loving you enough, for loving her too much, for all of it.

"Glinda, I'm so sorry."

And then he's dragged away. And Glinda screams and cries, and begs them to let him go. And Fiyero does none of those things. Because it's pointless and they both know it. But he's not the one who has to live with his death. She is.

"Glinda, I'm so sorry."

and then he's dead.

Anyway, I am sick and tired of people saying they never loved each other because they absolutely did. I don't care if you think it was romantic or platonic or familial or what. They loved each other.

And it was Fiyero's death, it was watching Fiyero's fate be exactly what she was terrified hers would be, that motivated her to finally say fuck it and go find Elphie. It was Fiyeros death that caused her to go against everything that motivated her the entire show because she already lost one of the people she cares most about, there's no way in Oz she'll lose both of them.

And then she does anyway. And Glinda Upland is alone.

So stop saying they never loved each other cause they did. It was complicated at the best of times, but they did.

They Did.

[cinnamqnx]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ toxic ft, satoru gojo

summary. your ex boyfriend wants you back, but you just don’t think you can go back to something so toxic

you’re currently finishing touching up your makeup in satoru’s bathroom mirror after he had basically just ruined it all of five minutes ago, your legs still a little weak. but you weren’t about to tell that egoist.

satoru snakes his way behind you, resting his chin on your head and placing his large palms against your shoulders as you look at him the mirror

“what’re you doing?”, you ask, an amused smile on your face.

satoru’s face was anything but, “are you leaving again?”, he questions, that comes out in a tone you’ve never been familiar with.

you nod slowly, “well, yeah. why would i stay?”

“i dunno, we just slept together, i thought we could spend time together.”, he shrugs, trying to act as nonchalant as he could but satoru’s never been the best at hiding his feelings when it came to you.

you shrug him off you, turning to face him, “don’t. don’t do that.”

“do what?”, he asks, looking like a kicked puppy right now.

“we broke up for a reason. just because we’re sleeping together doesn’t mean we’re just gonna go back to how we were.”, you cross your arms together in a protective way, feeling like satoru could just do anything with your heart.

it’s always been that way. he’s always been a soft spot for you and even now as you stand your ground, you feel like if he reached deep enough he could get your heart back.

“i know, but, i feel like we could make it work if we tried.”, he replies, gently trying to grab your hand before you brush him off.

“satoru. there’s no way we can be together, not in a relationship anyway. you can’t be someone’s boyfriend, you know that.”, you reason.

your breakup with satoru was extremely messy. it’s not like he cheated or anything like that, but it was damn well close enough for you to leave him. the man always had commitment issues, trust issues, attachment issues. you name any of them and he probably has them. so, being with him has always been so chaotic.

it was too much for you. you’re still young and as much as you love him, you knew you couldn’t be with him any longer. especially when the final straw was catching him being a little too flirty with someone else.

“i can change. i can, baby. and i want to, it’s been hell since you’ve been gone. i feel like i’m losing you every time i watch you walk out my door.”, he utters, his voice shaky causing your heart to drop.

“please, satoru. i can’t have this conversation with you.”

“baby, please. just let me try. i miss you, so much.”, he walks closer to you, gently rubbing down your arms as you face away from him.

you couldn’t even look at the expression on his face. you had felt like you’d seen satoru in every way, but it was so rare that you ever saw him so.. desperate.

“please.”, he whispers once more.

you shake your head, your throat squeezing up as you remove satoru’s hands from you. you could not let him see how much this was affecting you, you know it’d fuel some sick part of him that believes you want him just as much as he wants you.

“no.”, his face drops.

“i’m gonna leave, now. i don’t want you to call me, and i don’t think we should be seeing each other again.”

“wait- what?”, he scrambles, his face panicked, “you’re telling me you’re just leaving me, again?”

“don’t do this, you know i won’t stop.”, he reminds her. god, she knew better than anyone he never stopped.

“i know! i know that, that’s why i’m leaving. i’m putting an end to everything.”, you raise your voice, your calm words from earlier clearly not even going through his ears.

“we’re toxic, satoru. we will never work, and you will never change. i love you, i really do but i can’t keep doing this, it’s driving me insane. when am i gonna get any peace?”, you rant on at him, seeing his face turn more and more guilty by the second.

satoru’s love could be overwhelming at times. he had so much to give but so much to take, and he will always be like that. you knew he loved you, no, obsessed is a better way to describe it. it was too suffocating for it to be love.

and you knew this was toxic, you knew sleeping with him wouldn’t have helped the situation any more, but old habits die hard and when he’s calling you at 2am, begging for you, to just fuck at least one more time, you really couldn’t control your body when you were already putting your shoes on.

“i’m really sorry. please, we can just forget everything i said. i cant just not have you at all.”, he pleads, something he’s good at.

you sigh, starting to put everything back in your makeup bag, not even caring that your makeup was half done at this point.

“wow, you’re actually leaving, again.”, he scoffs as you tune him out. you can’t do this, you don’t have the energy. physically and mentally. satoru could go on at you all day if he wanted.

as you finally speed off, satoru following your every move and pushing the front door before you could even reach it he asks, “are you really doing this? is this even what you want?”

you look up at him, seeing the wetness spread around his eyes, “we shouldn’t be together.”, you simple state.

“i know.”, he sighs, admitting defeat as he removes his arm from the door. he’s known this all along, but he wanted to be a little more selfish with you, “i just.. don’t wanna lose you.”

when he doesn’t get any response, not even one he hated, he says, “i love you.”, just one final time.

“i know.”, you sigh.

you turn the knob on his door, not taking a second glance at him as the cool breeze hit your face, stepping outside and leaving satoru gojo behind you, and hopefully for good this time.

© cinnamqnx | do not plagiarise or translate any of my work

[prettyangellllll]

Crawling back to you

Pairing: ex boyfriend rafe x reader

Warnings: toxic ex's crawling back to eachoter, mentions of angst, regret

Summary: you dont know who to go to when needing someone and you make the mistake and go back to rafe your ex boyfriend

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The night was heavy, thick with the weight of something unspoken. Rain hammered against the pavement, filling the empty streets with an eerie rhythm, but it wasn’t the cold that made her shiver. It was the decision she had made—the one that led her here, standing outside Rafe Cameron’s door, soaking wet, her hands trembling at her sides.

She didn’t know why she came. Or maybe she did, but she refused to admit it to herself. They had spent the last few months at each other’s throats, spitting venom, burning whatever remnants of love they had left until all that remained was ash. But still, she found herself here, fists tightening as she sucked in a breath.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It wasn’t supposed to be him she was running to when the loneliness clawed at her ribs, when the silence became too much to bear. And yet, her body moved on instinct, leading her straight to the one person who had the power to destroy her all over again.

She raised her fist and knocked, but she knew she didn’t have to. The moment she made the choice to come here, it was already over. She was already his again.

The door swung open, revealing Rafe, shirtless, sweat still glistening on his skin, his hair a mess like he’d just rolled out of bed. His eyes widened, lips parting in surprise, but it lasted only a second before his expression darkened.

“What the hell are you doing here?” His voice was rough, laced with something between anger and disbelief.

She swallowed hard. “I don’t know.”

Rafe scoffed, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossing over his chest. He was still the same—still arrogant, still sharp-edged, still looking at her like she was both his salvation and his destruction.

“That’s bullshit,” he said, tilting his head as he studied her. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t know.”

She should have left. She should have turned around and walked away before he pulled her back into his orbit, before she let herself drown in the gravity of him again. But she didn’t. Instead, she stepped forward, past the threshold, past the warning in his eyes.

Rafe didn’t stop her.

The door slammed shut behind her, sealing her fate, and then he was on her. Hands gripping her waist, pulling her against him, mouths crashing together in a desperate, reckless kiss. It was all teeth and tongue, months of anger and frustration and longing spilling over in a way that neither of them could control.

She gasped against his lips as he pushed her back against the wall, hands tangled in his hair, nails raking down his back. He groaned, pressing harder, letting her feel the full weight of him as his hands slid beneath the soaked fabric of her shirt.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” he muttered between kisses, breath hot against her skin. “Showing up here like this.”

“I know.”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

And still, neither of them stopped.

The night stretched on, tangled limbs and whispered curses, touches that burned, kisses that bruised. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t forgiveness. It was something raw and violent, something that neither of them could walk away from, no matter how hard they tried.

When the first light of dawn crept through the windows, she knew this was a mistake. But as Rafe pulled her back against him, as his lips found the curve of her shoulder, she also knew it was one she would make again.

Because no matter how much she tried to run, she always ended up here. Crawling back to him.

[writingwithciara]

across the hall; part 5 -quinn hughes-

summary: y/n moves in across the hall from quinn and in an emergency, she leaves her five-year old daughter in his care

word count: 2.2k

pairing: quinn hughes x reader, toxic ex-boyfriend x reader

notes:

it was just after 2am when y/n finally got off of work. she had worked for over 12 hours and she was exhausted. all she wanted to do was go home, take a hot bath and put abby to bed.

but then she remembered that quinn had texted her during her break and informed her that abby wanted to stay at his place for the night. so when she got home, she would be alone.

she loved her daughter but there was not a whole lot of time she got to herself since becoming a mother. this was just one of the many reasons why she was thankful to have quinn in her life.

when she pulled into her parking spot, she spotted a familiar car a few spaces away from hers. and suddenly, she was hesitant to enter the building.

she did promise andy she would talk to him later, but in her mind, later meant the next day or maybe days from then. but he was persistent. so she headed up to her apartment.

just as she predicted, andy was sitting outside her apartment. when he saw her, he stood up and dusted off his pants.

"i was starting to get worried about you." he looked at her, seeing if there was any damage to her body. when he concluded there was not, he let out a sigh of relief. "quinn told me you would be home around midnight. so i've been waiting."

"yeah i figured." she sighed. "look, andy, i've had a really long and stressful day and i know i promised that we could talk later, but i just don't have the energy for that right now."

"that's what i thought was going to happen. but you don't have to do any talking. just listen, please?"

"3 minutes. that's all i can handle."

"can we go inside?"

"no. because if we do, i'll be too exhausted to make you leave and we both know that will not turn out well."

"i've changed, y/n. i really have." he took a hesitant step closer. "i know you may not believe me but i've been going to therapy and i've been making a ton of progress in making myself better. into a man who actually deserves someone as great as you or abby in my life." he looked at her. "i know it'll take some time but all i want is for you to give me one chance to prove it. please?"

"i'm tired, andy. can we talk more about this tomorrow?"

"can i take you out for lunch?"

"if that's what it takes to get you leave right now, then fine." she unlocked her door. "i'll meet you at the cafe that's 10 minutes from here."

"okay. thank you." he went to walk away. "can you bring abby?"

"i will not allow abby any time with you until you have proven to me that you're a changed man."

"okay fair enough. see you tomorrow." he walked away and y/n fought against her will to go inside. the logical part of her brain wanted her to go across the hall and see quinn but the tired part wanted her to just get some rest. she would see quinn tomorrow.

by the time she climbed into bed and got comfortable, the only thing on her mind was the man across the hall.

the next morning, y/n woke up earlier than she wanted. even with the 8 hours of sleep, she was still exhausted. but she had promised to meet andy for lunch so she had to get ready. she did it slowly but the end result was fine enough.

she went across the hall and knocked on quinn's door. he was rubbing his eyes when he answered but when he saw y/n, he smiled.

"good morning."

"good morning." she smiled back. "would you mind watching abby for another hour or two?"

"why? what's going on?"

"i stupidly told andy i'd meet him for lunch today to hear him out."

"oh." was all quinn said.

"yeah." y/n looked at him. "will you watch her?"

"of course." he smiled. "go hear him out. we'll be here when you get back."

"oh you're the best." she leaned up to kiss his cheek and headed towards the elevator.

that was twice in less than 24 hours that y/n had kissed his cheek and left him frozen in place. things continued to get confusing.

he shut the door and went to the kitchen to make abby some lunch. it was a good thing he was an excellent chef who was good with kids or else he wouldn't be doing this.

he chuckled when that thought crossed his mind because even if he wasn't either of those things, he would still keep an eye on abby because y/n asked him to. at this point, he would do anything she asked him to do.

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y/n looked at the coffee and sandwich in front of her as she mindlessly listened to andy explain how he wanted to be better for her and abby. she wanted to believe him but there was so many factors from her past that contradicted what he was saying. stuff that caused her to lose her trust in almost everyone.

"do you hate me?"

"why would you ask that?"

"you've been zoning in and out of this conversation for the last 10 minutes. either something is on your mind or you hate me."

"can't it be both?" she cracked a smile.

"i understand why you hate me, but please, don't deprive our daughter of a life without her father."

"it's not really entirely up to me, andy. i'll talk to abby and get back to you."

"if it helps, i brought presents for her for every holiday and birthday i messed up on. and i have stuff for you too."

"keep it. i don't want any of it."

"but what if abby does?"

"that's up to her." y/n sighed. "i'm taking her to the park later. if you happen to stop by, i can't stop you from seeing her, i suppose."

"so what does this mean then?"

"you're on probation, andy."

"fair enough." he stood up and paid for everything. "thank you for this chance."

"yeah yeah. it's your only one so if you screw this up, you won't be getting another one."

"understood. i'll see you later."

y/n sighed and waited another 10 minutes before heading back to the apartment. she walked into quinn's apartment without knocking and froze when she heard abby's giggling coming from the hallway. seconds later, quinn was running out with abby in his arms, guiding her around like an airplane. when he spotted y/n, he slowed down.

"we have arrived at our destination." he smiled and set her down on the floor. "go get your stuff, abby."

y/n watched her daughter run down the hall before turning to quinn. "i may have made a mistake, quinn."

"i'm guessing the talk didn't go well."

"no. it went better than expected, honestly." y/n looked at him. "i told him i was taking abby to the park later and that if he jut so happened to be there too, i couldn't stop him from seeing his daughter."

"oh."

"tell me if i made a mistake."

"i don't think you did. it's important for a girl to know her father. and it's up to you to set those boundaries." he smiled. "also, i've noticed that you've never made a mistake in the time i've known you. you always think every decision through before making one."

"thanks, quinn. i truly appreciate you and everything you do."

"i appreciate you too." quinn pulled her into a gentle hug. one that she melted into without a thought.

"can quinn come to the park with us today, mom?"

"i would love to, but i got plans with some of the guys from the team. maybe next time, sweetheart." quinn bent down to give abby a hug.

"okay, quinny." abby smiled and headed across the hall. y/n turned to quinn with a grin.

"quinny?" she giggled.

"she started calling me that last night." quinn smirked. "think she likes me."

"dude, she loves you. you're great with her and i appreciate it."

"anything for you." quinn touched her shoulder gently and left her in the hallway. y/n blinked for a few seconds before going to her apartment and grabbing abby.

an hour later, the girls sat down for a picnic when y/n saw andy approaching them. she gave him a signal to stop for a second before she turned to abby.

"hey. um, your dad wants to visit you. would you be interest in that?"

"i guess. he's gonna come around even if i say no, isn't he?"

"yeah i guess so." y/n waved her hand towards him, telling him to move slowly.

"hey. mind if i join you?" he looked at abby. she nodded and looked back at her food, not wanting to engage with him.

andy took a seat next to y/n and set his bag down. "remember the gifts i mentioned?"

"mhm." y/n looked at her phone, wanting nothing more than to text quinn.

"well i brought a couple of them with me and was hoping you girls would accept them."

"presents?" abby set her food back on the plate and turned to face andy as he pulled out 3 gifts. he placed them on the table and abby began opening them.

"i told you i wasn't going to accept any gifts from you, andy." y/n eyed him for a second and went back to her phone.

"i know. but i was hoping you would accept this one." he placed a small jewelry box in front of her, finally catching her attention.

"you really think this is going to make me forgive you, andy? it's going to take a lot more than a necklace." she opened the box and she felt her eyes begin to water. inside the box was a locket with abby's name & birthday, while inside the locket was a picture of the sonogram & a picture of abby when she was 2. y/n's favorite picture. "i'll accept this one gift. but that doesn't mean you're forgiven."

"that's okay. it's a start, right?" he smiled his trademark smile and picked a piece of cheese off y/n's plate.

he ended up being so good with abby and everything he was doing was proving he really was a changed man. y/n hated that she was starting to fall back into his orbit so easily.

later that night, y/n actually let andy into her apartment for dinner. he even joined her in tucking abby in for bed. it felt like they were a family as andy put his arm around y/n when they walked out of the room. she walked him to the door and before he left, he turned to her.

"i just want to thank you again for allowing me to have this day with you guys. i know i've been a terrible person in the past but i hope today was proof that i'm really trying to change. and not just for abby. i'm trying to be a man that deserves someone as wonderful as you."

"you're still on probation, but if i'm being honest, your behavior today has shown a lot of promise."

"i'm glad you feel that way." he slid his hand down her arm and gently grabbed her hand. "i missed you, y/n."

"goodnight, andy." against her better judgement, y/n leaned up and placed a kiss on andy's cheek before he left. just as she was about to shut the door, quinn came out of his apartment.

"hey. how was your day?"

"it was surprisingly good. i think andy may actually be a changed man."

"well, be careful with who you give your heart to. i'd hate to see you get hurt, y/n."

"i appreciate you looking out for me, quinn. but i promise not to get too invested in this, just in case."

"you know i'm only saying this because i care about you, right?"

"i know. and i appreciate it." y/n touched quinn's arm the way andy had touched hers earlier. "thank you."

"you're welcome." he smiled and looked at where her hand was placed. "are you and abby free tomorrow? i have the day off before we have to go on the road for a week and i wanted to spend the day with my favorite girls before i go."

"i'm sure abby would love that, but i won't be able to make it. i work in the morning and i don't know when i'll be home."

"oh." quinn looked at her. "i totally understand. your job is important."

"i'll let you spend the day with abby tomorrow and the first day you get back from the trip, we can spend the day together. i'll make sure to book it off. i promise."

"okay. i would really like that."

"i'll drop abby off before i go to work, alright?"

"sounds good. i'll see you in the morning."

"good night, quinn." y/n kissed his cheek and headed back to her apartment.

quinn was never going to get used to the way she could freeze him with just one simple action.

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tags: @alwaysclassyeagle @justagingerliving @marroonwitch

[cockettechris]

ASSISTANT'S WORK - M.S.

Matthew Sturniolo. One of the best lawyers in Boston, if not the best. He was 25, young for being so successful at what he does. Being as successful as he is means he needed an assistant, which happens to be you. As you fill out important files of some sort you're called to his office.

You gently knock on the door, knowing how 'cranky' he could be sometimes. After he tells you to come in, you walk across the carpeted floor before softly sitting in the leather chair across from his desk. He's still on the phone, getting frustrated with what you assumed was his girlfriend or something.

"Yeah no- what? Okay bye." He said sort of harshly as he hangs up, running a hand over his face before he looked at you. "Sorry, my brother Chris wanted to know what shirt he should wear. Fuckin' idiot.." You just sat there, not wanting to interrupt him. "Anyway Y/N, I called you in here because I noticed you've been slacking off on the tasks I've been giving you." "I'm sorry- I don't mean to-" He interrupted you, "Y/N. To be honest I don't really care. But since it's the right thing to do I'm gonna ask if something has been going on."

Truth be told yeah there was something. It's not everyday your boyfriend of 6 months cheats on you and sends you a video of him doing it. "Uhm well, just my boyfriend, or ex I guess cheated on me and-" He interrupted you again. "I don't need the whole sob story alright? Just make sure you get your tasks done on time if you wanna keep your job. Also I need to stay back tonight."

You nodded, knowing if you protested he'd get pissed. Not that you didn't like it, it turned you on if anything. "Alright well, continue filing those files and just, try to forget about him alright?" He said the last part softly, as if he spoke too loudly about it something would happen. "Got it, thank you Mr. Sturniolo". He nodded as you got up, shut the door and went back to your desk.

The rest of the day dragged on with a blur. A blur full of filling out files, answering phone calls, getting lunch and coffee, and other stuff. Then the clock hits 8:00. Closing time. A couple minutes after everyone left he calls you into his office. Again. You slowly open the door and see him taking off his suit jacket, setting it on the leather couch carefully. "Ah, Y/N. Sit." He says as he points to the leather chair across from his desk. You notice how when you sit his eyes linger on your body.

"I've been thinking about what you said earlier. About your ex cheating on you. It's messed up. Truly. I'm sorry if it sounded like I didn't care about it, I do. I care about you aswell. But you need to forget about it." You smiled softly at his words, before speaking. "I don't know how. It's hard." He smirked. "I know a way. Trust me you'll forget all about him."

"Fuck.." You barely managed to moan out. You're not sure how you ended up bent over your bosses desk as he pounds into you from behind. You were complaining? Hell no. "Yeah thaats it." He hissed out as he went almost all the way out before slamming back in. This was beyond anything better than you ever experienced. Yes you've had sex, but not like this. You could feel every vein on his cock.

God he loved how you felt around him, it was heaven. "This all ya needed?" You could only nod at his words. He suddenly grabbed your hair, forcing you against him as he continued moving in and out of you. "What? Can't even talk now?" You barely managed a small "n-no." He smirked at your pathetic attempt to talk. "Just needed your boss to fuck you dumb? Such a good slut, squeezing me so tight."

"Not gon' last long in ya sweetheart." He let go of your hair and gently put you back on his desk. "Can feel ya clenchin' me baby, gonna cum?" You whimpered softly, not even trying to talk. "Yeah atta girl. Come on, cum on this dick." He reached down in between your legs to rub your sensitive clit, trying to make you let go faster.

"F-Fuck." You moaned out loudly. "Go ahead. Cum all over my cock." A loud moan left your dry and parted lips as you came, running down his veiny dick. "S-Shit baby, 'm not far behind." He kept going, becoming faster and faster as he chased his orgasm. "Fuckk. You feel so good. Fuckin' made for me I swear." With one final thrust he came, pouring all his cum into you.

After the fact when you're putting your clothes on, after he helped clean you up. He came over to you as he fixed his tie and gently kissed your forehead. "You alright?" He asked softly. You managed out a small 'yeah'.

"I don't why we haven't done that before to be honest. But you do know we have to pretend this didn't happen right? You work for me. This meant nothing." You nodded. You understood it would be hard to try and just forget about it.

"I gotta go home to my daughter, my mom's watching her. See you tomorrow Y/N." He said, kissing you softly before he left.

Shit.

A/N: Do we like?? Also briefcase divider is by @bernardsbendystraws. This took me wayy longer than I intended lmao😭. Lmk if you wanna be on the taglist!!

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[hanniebaeee]

The Secret Hwang

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: reader is pregnant

Genre: exes to lovers?? angst, fluff

Summary: Hyunjin breaks up with you after the company thinks your relationship is affecting his work. What he didn't know was that you were also gearing up to tell him something very important. But then swoops in two angels in disguise, helping you through the tough time, before it all blows over.

You’re breaking up with me?” The words left your lips before your brain could catch up.

Your heart thundered against your ribcage, like it was desperate to escape what was unfolding right then. And your boyfriend of three years, Hyunjin, looked as miserable as you felt.

Hyunjin stood in front of you, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, shoulders sagging. He wouldn’t look at you - that was even worse.

“Yes,” he whispered, voice so low it barely registered. “I'm so sorry.”

You take a step closer, his words not making any sense.

“You have to? What the hell does that mean, Hyunjin? Did I…did I do something? Did I hurt you-?”

His head snaps up, his eyes wide and glossy, horrified at the mere suggestion.

“No! Of course not! You’ve never - God, Y/N, no. It’s -” His words faltered, and he looked away again, his hands shaking as they grip his hoodie strings. “It’s…they think it’s affecting me. My work.”

“Who? The company?”

“They said…” He swallowed hard, the words clearly tearing him apart as he forced them out. “They said if I don’t end this, they’ll fire you. They’ll make sure you never work in this industry again. And they’ll…ruin it all for you...”

You stared at him, utterly speechless. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

“So what? You’re just going to do what they want? Throw away three years like it means nothing?”

“It’s not like that,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“Protect me? By breaking me?” You laughed bitterly, even though it felt more like choking.

You knew he wanted to reach for you, to pull you close like he always did when you were upset, but he didn’t move.

“Baby, I don’t have a choice. If I don’t do this-”

You didn't stay to hear the rest. You took a step back before saying, “You’re a coward,”

Hyunjin’s head snapped up like you slapped him, but you pressed on.

“You’re letting them control you. Letting them decide what our love is worth. You’re not even fighting for me.”

Hyunjin’s face crumpled, and for a second, you thought he would reconsider. But he didn't. He just looked really sad. And lost.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“Goodbye, Hyunjin.”

And then you ran. You didn’t look back. You couldn't. Because if you did, you’d fall apart completely, and you just couldn’t afford that. Not with the tiny life growing inside you.

The three months that followed were hard, no doubt. But relatively less harder than you thought, considering the fact that the boys were on tour. You didn't have to see him everyday as you taught your heart to ‘unlove’ him. If such a thing could be done.

You had decided to go ahead with your pregnancy - bad call probably, because you obviously couldn't tell anyone that your baby was Hyunjin’s. Of course. So you'd have to come up with a creative lie to cover the gap - a non-existent boyfriend or a husband?

It was exhausting.

---

You stood at the kitchen counter, staring at your ultrasound scan result. The sight of your little bean on the screen earlier had brought tears to your eyes - happy bittersweet ones. But mostly, you’d felt so terribly lonely.

Moments like that were meant to be shared, weren’t they? Your heart ached so much. So damn much. You sighed as you gazed at the little form in the black and white image.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Setting the report on the counter, you get the door. What you didn't expect was Felix’s sweet smiling face. You hadn't seen him or any of the boys since the break up (they'd left for the tour), so seeing Felix, your close friend, made you freeze.

“Lix,” you said, your voice more tired than you’d like.

He immediately pulled you into a warm hug, and you had to control that strong urge to just weep.

“Hey,” he said, squeezing you tightly. “I missed you! How have you been?”

“I'm alright. You guys had a good tour I heard,” You managed, stepping aside to let him in.

“It was good,” He said with a smile, and held up a bag. “I brought you a little something from Australia.”

“Lix, you didn’t have to -”

“Oh, hush. I do it all the time.” he said. “You look... tired…you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you lied, waving him off.

“You want me to get his stuff? I have it packed and ready.” You said, wanting to get that out of the way as soon as possible.

“Yeah,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “ Is that okay?”

Your stomach twisted unpleasantly, but you nodded and said, “Yeah, of course. Let me grab it.”

He followed you into the house, and as you went into the bedroom to get Hyunjin’s things, Felix walked into the kitchen to put the things he got for you away.

When you returned with the bag, however, you saw Felix in the kitchen, uncharacteristically quiet. You walked in and completely froze in the doorway.

Felix stood by the counter, holding your ultrasound result, and his usually bright expression was completely blank, his eyes glued black and white image.

“Lix…” you said softly, panic rising in your chest.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice eerily calm, “what is this?”

You didn’t answer, your hands trembling as you clutched the bag of Hyunjin’s things. Tears pricked your eyes, and you knew there was no use pretending or coming up with a lie.

“Please tell me this is not what I think it is.” he said, his voice wavering as he turned to face you with the paper in his hand.

Your silence spoke louder than words. Tears spilled over, and you quickly wiped at them, trying to keep it together. But it was of no use - Felix took one look at your face and let the paper fall onto the counter.

“Oh my God.” His voice cracked as he crossed the room in two giant strides, pulling you into a tight hug.

His arms wrapped around you like a safety net, holding you together.

“Y/N, please don't tell me Hyunjin knocked you up and then broke up with you. Tell me I’m hallucinating. Please.”

You laughed weakly through your tears, the absurdity of the situation hitting you all at once.

“He didn't know, Lix. He didn't know-” You whispered and Felix pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands still on your shoulders.

His mouth opened and closed a few times, like he was trying to form words but couldn't. Finally, he let out a strangled laugh.

“He doesn’t know?!” He shook his head, his freckles standing out against his flushed skin. “Are you kidding me, Y/N? You’re telling me that man broke up with you because he wanted to protect you, and the entire time, you’ve been carrying his baby?”

“I was going to tell him, Lix, I was. That's why I went to meet him, but didn't give me a chance to say anything…he just…he just broke up with me!” you cried, wiping your face. “What was I supposed to do? Tell him and ruin everything?”

“Yes!” Felix shouted, throwing his hands in the air. “Yes, sweetheart, you’re supposed to tell him! He deserves to know. This is big, like life changing big!”

You shook your head, your voice trembling as you said, “Lix, you don’t understand. This is about his career, his dreams. He’s worked so hard to get where he is, and I won’t be the reason he loses it all.”

Felix stared at you, his face a mixture of disbelief and heartbreak.

“Y/N,” he said softly. “You can’t do this alone.”

“I have to,” you whispered, looking down at the floor. “I will.”

“Yes, you do.” His voice was firm, his hands gently cupping your cheeks and tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “But don't have to. I’m here. Whatever you need, anything at all, you’ve got me. You’re not allowed to say no, okay?”

Your breath hitched, the warmth of his hands and the sincerity in his voice had you crumblung all over again. “Lix…”

“I mean it,” he said, his eyes shining with determination. “You’re not doing this alone. I don’t care what it takes. We’re going to figure this out. Together.”

You nodded, sniffling as he wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “Thank you.”

Felix didn’t say anything to Hyunjin. True to his word, he kept his mouth shut, but the secret was eating him alive to say the least. The man had gone full protective mode - literally adopting you, and by extension, your unborn child, completely.

And his possessiveness manifested in the most Felix way possible: constant texting. Constant.

Also, he changed your contact name to George. Why? Because no ones gonna get suspicious about a George he's talking to 24*7, right?

---

7:32 am

Felix: Good morning, sunshine! Have you eaten yet? If not, DO IT NOW. Don’t argue with me.

Felix: I will come over if you don't obey me, George!

You: Felix, it’s 7 in the morning. I just woke up. Also, who's George?

Felix: You’re George. That’s your name now. It’s safer this way.

Felix: And don’t dodge the question: HAVE YOU EATEN???

You: I literally just rolled out of bed, Felix. Give me a second to breathe.

Felix: No time to breathe, go FEED THE BABY.

You: This baby isn’t even hungry yet. Can you chill?

Felix: Fine. But just so you know, I won't hesitate from force-feeding you myself.

---

12:45 PM

Felix: Hey, did you go to your appointment today?

You: Yes, I went.

Felix: Pics or it didn’t happen.

You: I’m not sending you pictures of me at the doctor’s office, Lix

Felix: Why not? What if I need to fight the doctor? I need evidence.

You: Why would you need to fight my doctor?

Felix: I dunno, what if they're bad at their job? I’m not taking chances, George.

You: Please stop calling me George.

Felix: It's your name.

---

7:48 PM

Felix: Are you home? Did you eat dinner? Did you lock your doors?

You: Oh my God, Felix, can you give me a second to exist without you breathing down my neck?

Felix: No. I’m invested now.

You: Why are you like this?

Felix: Because my best friend knocked you up and then left you, and now I feel morally obligated to act like your baby daddy by proxy.

You: Please don’t say that again. Ever.

Felix: Too late. Also, how’s George Jr.?

You: Felix, we are NOT naming this baby George Jr.

Felix: Why not? It’s a great name.

You: I’m blocking you.

Felix: No, you’re not.

---

Hyunjin on the other hand was completely unaware of everything that was happening around him. He was completely shut off, pouring his entire self into practice and his work outs.

He missed you. He missed you so damn much. He would randomly take a walk in the building, hoping he'd get a glimpse of you. But seriously, you were nowhere to be seen.

Hyunjin was on his way to the practice room after a particularly unsuccessful attempt to run into you, when he heard the voices. He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but the venom in their tone caught his attention.

It took him a minute to figure out that they were actually talking about you, and he couldn't help but feel that rage bubbling up inside him.

“She’s gained so much weight lately,” one of the girls snickered. “I mean, have you seen her?”

The other girl laughed, shaking her head. “I don’t know what happened to her. She used to be so put together, but now? She’s just… bloated and tired all the time.”

Hyunjin’s jaw clenched so hard it felt like his teeth might crack. How dare they?! He felt the overwhelming urge to whirl around and to let his emotions loose, to say something.

But of course Hyunjin couldn’t do that. Not really. He was an idol - a carefully constructed image, a brand - and he's already sacrificed way too much for the sake of it. He couldn’t afford to screw it all up now.

So instead, he swallowed his rage, shoved his hands deep into his pockets, and started walking again. And then, as if it was a cruel joke, he saw you.

You were walking down the hallway, dressed in a dark-colored sweater, your hair tied back, wisps escaping to frame your face. You looked tired, yes. But, as always, to him, you looked absolutely beautiful.

But Hyunjin couldn't help but see that something was different. His eyes lingered a little too long on the soft curve of your body. Your face seemed rounder, your stride slightly slower, more careful.

His heart ached as he watched you pause at the corner, adjusting your bag before disappearing around the corner. He missed you so much it physically hurt. Shaking his head, Hyunjin turned and walked away, trying so hard to hold it all together.

He couldn’t keep doing this to himself. He had to move on.

If only he knew that a mini Hyunjin was quite literally baking inside you, tucked away and growing strong under that sweater. If only he knew.

3:40 pm

Felix: How's the nausea?

You: I can't understand why it's called morning sickness if it's gonna last all day and trying to murder me

Felix: Don’t worry, George, I’m gonna make you the perfect meal. Zero vomit potential.

You: Omg

---

Meanwhile in Felix’s kitchen:

Felix was in deep. The counter was a disaster of herbs and half-cut veggies, and a pan bubbled ominously on the stove. His laptop sat precariously on the edge of the counter, streaming a cooking tutorial that Felix was utterly failing to keep up with.

“Chop the ginger finely,” the video said.

Felix frowned down at the mangled, uneven chunks of ginger on his cutting board.

“This is fine, right?” he mumbled to himself, throwing them into a pan.

“No, it’s not fine,” a voice said behind him, calm but dripping with judgment.

Felix jumped, yelping as he nearly knocked the pan off the stove. He whirled around to see Minho leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed and a single eyebrow raised.

“Hyung!” Felix squeaked, his voice an octave too high. “What are you doing here?”

“We're having dinner together. Forgot I see ?” Minho asked flatly, his sharp eyes sweeping over the culinary battlefield. He nodded at the laptop screen.

“What’s this? I thought we were ordering?”

Felix scrambled to close the YouTube video but fumbled, sending a spatula clattering to the floor.

“No! I just…uh…thought this recipe looked… yummy?”

Minho’s other eyebrow shot up as he read, “Ginger and lemon soup for nausea relief? That’s not exactly your usual vibe, Lix.”

Felix froze, his brain scrambling for an excuse. “I…uh…”

Minho tilted his head, his gaze locked on Felix. He gestured toward the mess. “Who’s it for?”

“No one!” Felix blurted out too quickly.

Minho smirked - like a cat cornering a mouse. He strolled into the kitchen, plucked up the laptop, and read the YouTube title aloud: “Pregnancy-Friendly Meals, huh?”

Felix groaned internally. He was so dead. Minho set the laptop down and turned to Felix, his face unreadable.

“You’re cooking for Y/N, aren’t you?”

“How…what…why would you -” Felix blinked at him, jaw dropping.

“I saw her going into a maternity hospital last week...and now this? It’s really sweet of you,” Minho said, his tone soft and kind, as he started clearing the counter. “She’s lucky to have a friend like you.”

Felix stared at him, absolutely flabbergasted. How did Minho know? He stayed silent, unsure if confirming or denying would make things worse.

“Relax, I’m not going to say anything. But…” His sharp eyes flicked to the pan on the stove, then back to Felix, a smirk forming on his face. “You’re doing a terrible job. Move.”

Before Felix could protest, Minho rolled up his sleeves and took over. Within minutes, the chaos Felix had created was transformed into a very professionally prepared meal.

Felix hovered awkwardly, torn between relief and panic. “You…you won’t tell anyone, right?”

Minho snorted. “Of course not. And if you’re serious about helping her, then I'll stand right by you.”

He packed up everything in containers and handed it to Felix with a raised eyebrow.

“Now go. She needs to eat.”

---

Felix was at yours in record time, and when he set the food down on the coffee table, you looked up from the couch, sighing softly.

“Did you burn the kitchen down?”

“Nope,” Felix said quickly. “Minho saved me.”

Your head snapped up, eyes wide. “What? Minho? He knows?”

Felix flopped onto the couch beside you, looking absolutely defeated.

“Yeah, apparently he’s known for a while. He saw you going into the maternity hospital one day.”

You groaned, dragging a hand over your face. “Oh my God.”

“He promised not to say anything!” Felix said defensively, holding his hands up. “And he even helped cook this. So, technically, you can’t kill me.”

You glared at him but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

“Thanks for being here, Lix.”

Felix grinned, nudging the plate toward you. “Eat, George. Minho will haunt me if you don’t.”

You rolled your eyes but dug in, and for the first time in days, the food didn’t immediately send you running for the bathroom.

---

The next morning, you woke up to the doorbell, in the early hours. It was still dark outside, as you stumbled out of your bedroom, still half-asleep, and a scowl firmly planted on your face.

“Took you long enough,” Minho mumbled as he walked into your apartment, going straight for the kitchen. 

You were trying to understand if you were hallucinating or if Minho was actually in your kitchen. 

“Minho, what are you doing here?” You asked, trying to tame your hair. 

“Sit,” he commanded without looking up, focused on flipping something in the pan.

You frowned but obeyed, collapsing into a chair at the table. “It’s not even sunrise.”

“Just making sure you eat,” he said simply. “Lix said you're struggling,”

“You're here to cook for me?”

“Yes?”

Before you could respond, the door swung open, and Felix stepped inside, carrying what looked like a bag of groceries. He stopped short, staring at Minho with the same confusion you felt.

“What is he doing here?”

“I could ask the same about you,” Minho shot back without missing a beat, sprinkling a pinch of salt over whatever masterpiece he was working on.

Felix stormed into the kitchen, setting his bag down with an unnecessary thud. “What are you doing, hyung? And what are you even making? George doesn’t even like eggs that much!”

Minho scoffed. “It’s not for you, so why does it matter?”

“It matters because I’m supposed to be taking care of her!” Felix snapped, crossing his arms like an angry puppy.

“Clearly, you weren’t doing a great job,” Minho retorted. “I saw the mess you called cooking yesterday.”

“Oh my god,” you muttered, burying your face in your hands. “Not this.”

---

Over the next few days, it became a full-on battle between Minho and Felix. It started with each trying to one-up the other in ways that were more amusing than helpful.

One morning, Felix insisted on making pancakes, painstakingly arranging blueberries into a smiley face on each one. “See, George? They’re cute and delicious!”

Minho, unimpressed, countered by making a three-course breakfast complete with fresh juice and perfectly folded napkins. “Pregnant women need nutrients, not art projects,” he said smugly.

Felix glared at him like he wanted to fight. “Pregnant women also need to smile, and my pancakes are adorable.”

But for all their ridiculousness, their constant presence was a comfort. They kept you distracted from the gaping hole in your chest where Hyunjin’s absence had settled. But no amount of blueberry pancakes or perfectly cooked meals could fill that void.

Felix had barged into your apartment one evening with a box of cookies that he'd baked.

“George! I baked you something!”

Minho, already in the kitchen chopping vegetables, glanced over his shoulder with a look that screamed, not this again.

“What are those?” Minho asked, gesturing to Felix's box  with his knife.

“Cookies,” Felix said proudly, setting them on the table in front of you. “Pregnancy-safe, gluten-free, sugar-free, full of love.”

“Full of what?” Minho deadpanned, clearly unimpressed.

“Love!” Felix shot back, hands on his hips. “Something you wouldn’t understand, obviously.”

“Love isn’t a substitute for nutrition, Yongbok. Try again.” Minho snorted.

“Oh, here we go,” you muttered, already bracing for the impending argument as you sat at the table, nibbling cautiously on a cookie.

“You’re just jealous because George Jr. is my baby,” Felix said, crossing his arms and glaring at Minho like he’d just won the argument of the century.

Minho paused mid-chop, turned slowly to face Felix.

“George Jr.?” he asked flatly. “That’s the best you could come up with?”

“What’s wrong with George Jr.?” Felix said defensively. “It’s a strong name! Unique even!”

Minho scoffed. “Unique isn’t always a good thing, Felix. You might as well call the baby Lemon or Carrot.”

“Wow, okay,” you muttered, burying your face in your hands.

“And besides,” Minho continued, turning back to the stove like the conversation was settled, “I do the majority of the cooking, Y/N is thriving on it, so I'm the rightful Appa.”

Felix gasped like Minho had just slapped him.

“Excuse me? Cooking doesn’t make you the dad! I’m the one who gives her all the cuddles and emotional support!”

“You’re like a clingy golden retriever,” Minho shot back, not even turning around.

“Say that again, hyung, I dare -”

“Enough!” you shouted, cutting through their bickering. Both men froze, wide-eyed, and looked at you.

“I'm sure Hyunjin would probably like a say in this whole ‘who’s the dad’ debate.” you said, and the room fell silent. 

And then Minho shrugged casually.

“I mean, sure, if we’re counting his five seconds of contribution to this whole thing.”

You and Felix both turned to stare at him, your mouths dropping open in identical expressions of disbelief. It took approximately two seconds before all three of you burst out laughing.

The laughter started light, then turned uncontrollable, your giggles mixing with Felix’s loud snorts and Minho’s chuckles. You laughed so hard your sides started to hurt, but then, without warning, the giggles morphed into something else.

The tears hit you before you could stop them. One moment you were laughing, and the next, you were crying, the overwhelming mix of emotions crashing over you like a tidal wave.

Felix’s smile faltered, and he rushed to your side, wrapping an arm around you.

“George, hey, hey, it’s okay,” he said softly, his usual sunshine dimmed by concern.

Minho was there a moment later, kneeling in front of you and gently resting a hand on your knee. 

“Breathe, jagi,” he said quietly. “You’re okay. We’re here.”

You sniffled, trying to compose yourself, but the weight of everything - the pregnancy, the secret, missing Hyunjin - was too much.

“I miss him…a lot,” you managed between sobs.

“I know, I know…but we're here for you, George. You’re not alone in this, okay? We’ve got you.” Felix hugged you tighter, his voice steady but emotional.

Minho nodded as he said, “He’s right. You’re stuck with us now. You and George Jr.”

That earned a watery laugh from you, and you wiped at your eyes, looking between them. 

“I don’t deserve you two.”

“Yes, you do,” Minho said firmly.

“Absolutely,” Felix added. “And so does George Jr.”

---

Hyunjin was losing his mind.

It wasn’t just the lingering ache of your absence or the fact that he hadn’t heard your voice in what felt like forever. But it was also Felix, his best friend, his other half, his partner-in-crime. Felix was suddenly a closed book. The guy who usually shared everything, from dumb cat videos to the tiniest gossip about their members, had turned into a human vault. A sketchy human vault.

Felix was constantly disappearing. After practice, during breaks, even in the middle of game nights. When Hyunjin asked, Felix always had some vague excuse. 

“Oh, just running errands!”

“Helping out Minho-hyung with something.”

“Had to grab something for George!”

Who the hell was George? 

Hyunjin squinted every time Felix made one of these excuses. Since when was his best friend suddenly so obsessed with running errands? And why was Minho always involved?

Hyunjin didn’t like it.

At first, he chalked it up to paranoia. Maybe he was overthinking. Obviously, losing you had him extra possessive and clingy. Maybe Felix and Minho were just…hanging out more? It wasn’t a crime. But then Hyunjin started noticing things.

Felix and Minho were inseparable. They’re always whispering about God-knows-what. They’d vanish together after schedules, not even bothering to invite Hyunjin to join.

So naturally, one evening, after a particularly grueling practice session, Hyunjin cornered Felix in the locker room.

“Lix,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall like he was interrogating a criminal. “Where have you been going all the time?”

And to his credit, Felix didn’t even flinch.

“Oh, nowhere. Just hanging out with Minho-hyung. You know how it is.”

“Since when do you and Minho-hyung have this…whatever-this-is?” Hyunjin narrowed his eyes.

Felix shrugged nonchalantly, pulling his hoodie over his head and saying, “We’ve just been vibing.”

“Vibing?” Hyunjin echoed, incredulous. “You disappear every day to vibe? And what’s with all the whispering during practice?”

Felix zipped up his hoodie and slung his bag over his shoulder.

“You’re being dramatic, Hyun. It’s nothing.”

Hyunjin stared at him, trying to gauge if Felix was lying. But Felix’s face was completely blank, a perfect poker face.

“What about Y/N?” Hyunjin asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. “Have you…seen her?”

At that, Felix paused, just for a second, but it was enough for Hyunjin to notice.

“I'm sure she’s good, Hyun. Busy probably.” he managed, giving him a smile.

Hyunjin frowned, but before he could press further, Felix clapped him on the shoulder.

“Don’t overthink, mate. Get some rest, yeah?”

And just like that, Felix was gone, leaving Hyunjin standing in the empty locker room, more confused than ever.

---

The next day, Hyunjin had been lingering suspiciously around the studio after practice, pretending to stretch while trying (and failing) to overhear Felix and Minho’s latest hushed conversation.

Chris, so so used to all the bullshit his boys pulled on the regular, had noticed this constant whispering between Felix and Minho, and also Hyunjin’s not-so-subtle attempts to loiter. He clapped his hands loudly.

“Hyunjin, go home. You’re exhausted, mate.”

Hyunjin, startled, stammered something about finishing up but Chris gave him a hard enough glare that had him reluctantly packing up and storming off (throwing one last suspicious glance at Felix, who pretended to be engrossed in tying his shoelaces.)

Once Hyunjin was out the door, Chris turned to Felix and Minho, his arms crossed and his leader gaze set to high alert.

“Okay,” he said, his voice stern, “what’s going on with you two? You’ve been sneaking around like teenagers, and I have a bad feeling about it. Spill.”

Felix and Minho exchanged a glance, before Minho shook his head. 

“Nothing’s going on, hyung,” Minho said coolly, leaning against the wall like he wasn’t sweating internally.

Felix, on the other hand, immediately started babbling. 

“Oh, you know, just chilling and cooking and - did you know George is a big fan of pumpkin soup? I’ve been learning how to make it. Minho hyung’s been helping…he’s such a perfectionist in the kitchen, but that’s beside the point -”

But the moment ‘George’ left his mouth, Minho sighed. 

“Who the hell is George?” Chris interrupted, his sharp eyes narrowing.

Minho sighed, muttering, “Great work, Yongbok.”

Felix blinked rapidly, his face heating up. He could do anything, literally anything in the world. But that anything didn't include lying to Chris. 

“Oh, uh, George is just…you know…a friend!” 

“A friend? You’ve been disappearing every day,  and sneaking around because of a friend?”

Felix opened his mouth, probably to launch into another nonsensical explanation, but Minho cut him off.

“George is Y/N,” he said flatly, like he was tired of the charade.

Chris froze.

“What do you mean George is Y/N?” he asked, his voice rising slightly. “What the hell is going on?”

Felix started flailing, his words tripping over each other.

“It’s not like we didn’t want to tell you, hyung, but it’s complicated, and she’s been going through a lot, and she needs all the help and support with George Jr. -”

“George Jr.?!” Chris exclaimed, his voice now echoing off the walls.

Minho, as calm as ever, pointed at Felix. “You’re making it worse.”

Chris threw his hands in the air as he said, “What is George Jr.?!”

“You mean who is George Jr.? It’s the baby. She’s pregnant.” Minho sighed, rubbing his temples.

The room went silent. Chris blinked several times, his expression cycling through shock, confusion, and then something that could only be described as 'Dad Rage'.

“She’s pregnant?! SHE’S PREGNANT, AND YOU TWO KEPT THIS FROM ME?!”

Felix, now thoroughly panicking, looked at Minho like he was begging for help. Minho just shrugged.

Chris glared at both of them. “You’re taking me to her. Right now.”

---

Ten minutes later, there was a knock at your door. You waddled over and opened it to find Chris standing there, his arms crossed and his eyes full of emotion.

Before you could say a word, he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Y/N,” he said firmly, his voice laced with both worry and frustration. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Behind him, Felix stood pouting like a scolded child and Minho looked like he regretted everything.

“Chris,” you gasped, trying to pull back from his hug. “I can’t breathe!”

He released you but kept his hands on your shoulders, scanning your face like a concerned dad. “You should’ve told me. We’re family, Y/N. You thought of doing this alone? Does he know? Oh my god, he doesn't know, does he?!”

From behind him, Felix muttered, “She’s not alone. I’ve been taking care of her.”

Chris whipped around to face him.

“Oh, you’ve been taking care of her, have you?!”

Felix folded his arms, his pout deepening.

“George Jr. is mine. None of you fake dads are gonna ever-”

Minho, who’d been quiet up until now, rolled his eyes and interrupted him.

“Please. You think you’re the dad just because you baked her cookies? Please.”

Felix turned to him, affronted. “You’ve been helping me! And my baby!”

“Oh, for the love of -” Chris groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, before glancing at you. “We're gonna get through this.”

You smiled at them, nodding. But deep inside, guilt gnawed at you. Everyone except Hyunjin seemed to be catching up. 

You'd started working from home more and more since you started your sixth month. You came over to the company only when you had something important to do. 

This afternoon was supposed to be uneventful. You had planned to drop by the company, grab a few files, and leave quickly. But apparently, fate had other plans.

You were leaving one of the offices when you heard it.

“Y/N?”

The voice was soft, almost hesitant. You froze in place, gripping the files tightly against your chest. Slowly, you turned to see Hyunjin standing a few feet away, his eyes wide as saucers, his gaze locked on you.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. His gaze flickered down to your stomach - the not-so-subtle curve of your six-month baby bump that your sweater absolutely failed to conceal under closer scrutiny.

Hyunjin’s face drained of all color.

“What…Y/N…are you…?” he stammered, his voice breaking.

You panicked, taking a step back. “Hyunjin, I -”

But he was already closing the distance between you, his voice rising into a frantic whisper.

“Are you pregnant?!”

You winced, glancing around nervously, but the hallway was thankfully empty. Still, Hyunjin’s voice, even when hushed, completely floored you.

“Hyunjin, let’s not -”

“Are you pregnant?!” he repeated, his voice breaking. His hand gestured toward your stomach, and he looked so utterly wrecked that you couldn’t bring yourself to lie.

So you nodded.

His reaction was immediate. Hyunjin stumbled backward, his eyes welling up with tears, his hands clutching his head as if trying to keep himself from falling apart.

“Oh my God,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Oh my God. Oh my God, it’s mine, isn’t it?”

You swallowed hard, your throat tightening at the sight of him falling apart. “Hyunjin -”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was louder now, no longer a whisper. “That’s my baby! Our baby! And you didn’t tell me?”

“Hyunjin, please,” you begged, trying to calm him, but he was a storm you couldn’t contain.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded again, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I would’ve left everything for you! Don’t you know that? I would’ve -”

You shook your head fiercely, your own tears spilling over now.

“Hyunjin, I couldn't -”

“I don’t care!” he shouted, his voice cracking painfully. “None of it means anything if I don’t have you!”

Before either of you could say more, Chris appeared, obviously having heard the chaos from the other end of the hallway.

“What’s going on here?” he demanded, his eyes flickering between you and the sobbing mess that was Hyunjin.

“Hyung,” Hyunjin sobbed, clutching Chris’s arm as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. “She’s pregnant. She’s pregnant, and she didn’t tell me. That’s my baby.” His voice broke again, and he leaned heavily into Chris, tears falling freely.

Chris’s expression softened instantly, and he glanced at you as you stood rooted to your spot, tears spilling down your cheeks. 

“Hyunjin, calm down. Let’s talk about this somewhere else, okay?” He tried to guide Hyunjin back toward the practice room, but Hyunjin was not taking orders from anyone at this point.

“No,” he said, his voice trembling. “I’m not going anywhere until she tells me why she didn’t tell me.”

You stepped closer, your heart breaking as you cupped his tear-streaked cheeks with trembling hands. His skin was warm beneath your touch, his eyes red and raw as they searched yours for answers.

“Because,” you whispered, your voice cracking, “I love you. I love you too much to let you give up your dreams for me.”

Hyunjin’s tears fell harder.

“You think I’d regret it?” he choked out. “You think I’d ever regret choosing you? Choosing our baby?”

You shook your head through your tears.

“I couldn’t let you make that choice, Hyun. Not when I knew how much this means to you.”

Before he could respond, Felix and Minho arrived, their worried faces appearing at the end of the hallway. Felix took one look at the scene and immediately rushed to Hyunjin’s side, wrapping an arm around him.

“Hyunjin,” Felix said softly, his own voice shaking. “Come on, breathe.”

Minho, meanwhile, approached you, his arm going around your shoulder, and then glancing at Hyunjin.

“You’re not going to solve anything by falling apart here,” he said calmly. “Pull yourself together.”

But Hyunjin was inconsolable, his sobs growing louder.

“I didn’t know. I didn’t know. She’s been going through this alone, and I didn’t know. What kind of person does that make me?”

You stepped closer, your voice firm as you said, “Hyunjin, stop. You’re not a bad person. This isn’t your fault. If anything, it's mine. For keeping this from you.”

“I want to be there. Oh my God, I love you! Don’t shut me out again,” he whispered brokenly. “Please.”

You nodded, squeezing his hand. “I won’t.”

As Chris and Felix finally led Hyunjin away, Minho stayed behind, pulling you into a hug.

“Well,” he said dryly, “that could’ve gone worse.”

You let out a shaky laugh, wiping your tears. “Could it?”

Minho sshrugged

“At least he knows now. He’ll come around. And when he does…” He smirked faintly. “You’re going to have a hell of a time keeping him out of your hair.”

You sighed, your heart heavy but hopeful. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The company meeting was the stuff of legends. Chris had marched in like the leader of a revolution, Hyunjin trailing behind with fire in his eyes. By the end of it, the higher-ups had no choice but to relent. Hyunjin wasn’t going anywhere. Neither were you. And most importantly, Hyunjin was going to make damn sure his family - you and George Jr. were going to be happy, and with him always. 

Now that he was officially back, Hyunjin wasted no time slipping into full-time ‘husband’ mode. His mission? Make up for every second he’d missed. And maybe, just maybe, remind Minho and Felix that while they had been excellent stand-ins, it was time to hand over the reins to the rightful husband.

But, of course, Felix and Minho had no intention of stepping aside without a fight.

---

You and Hyunjin were finally having some well-deserved downtime - he had you nestled against his chest on the couch, his hand resting protectively on your bump. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt calm. Peaceful.

And then Felix appeared.

“Move,” Felix announced dramatically, striding into the room and pointing at Hyunjin like he was accusing him of a crime.

“What?” Hyunjin asked, frowning.

“I said move,” Felix repeated, already wedging himself between the two of you (particularly experienced with this as he'd done it a hundred times before). 

You couldn’t help but laugh as Felix threw an arm around you and placed his head on your shoulder.

“Just so you know, Mr. Biological Father,” Felix began, glaring pointedly at Hyunjin, “George Jr. is mine. We share an emotional bond that transcends DNA, okay? And, George? She's mine too. You being back changes nothing.”

Hyunjin’s jaw dropped, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. 

“What are you even talking about?! Why are you still calling her that?!”

Felix huffed dramatically, clutching you tighter. 

“Because she’s my George! And I will not stand for you disrupting the sacred trust we’ve built. Now go be useful and bring George her smoothie.”

Hyunjin looked at you, utterly baffled. “You’re seriously letting him call you George?”

“It’s a thing now. I’ve stopped fighting it.” You shrugged, trying to stifle your giggles.

Felix gave Hyunjin a smug grin.

“See? She’s accepted her destiny. Now go.”

Before Hyunjin could fire back, Minho’s voice floated in from the kitchen.

“Yongbok-ah, I’m the one making the smoothie. I know how to serve the smoothie I made. Hyunjin, if you’re so desperate to help, why don’t you go fold the laundry or something?”

Hyunjin groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

“Why am I suddenly the errand boy in my own house?”

Minho appeared in the doorway, smoothie in hand, his expression deadpan.

“Maybe because we’ve been doing all the heavy lifting for months while you were busy, I don’t know, not knowing she was pregnant.” he said, and Hyunjin flinched, clutching his chest like Minho had shot him.

“Okay, low blow.”

“I call it the truth.” Minho smirked. 

“Minho hyung and I have carried this team for far too long. You’re going to have to earn your place here, buddy.” Felix said with a grin. 

Hyunjin threw his hands up in exasperation and said, “She’s literally my girlfriend! How do I have to earn anything?!”

“George belongs to us, Hyunjin. Now go fold the laundry.” Felix said, waving Hyunjin away.

You burst out laughing, clutching your belly as Hyunjin huffed in annoyance before stomping off. He came back with a basket full of freshly washed and dried clothes, and started folding.

“I’ll fold every piece of laundry in Korea if it means overthrowing these two clowns.”

“You guys are all insane, you know that?” you said, shaking your head. 

“We prefer devoted.” Felix grinned.

“Dedicated. Loyal.” Minho nodded. 

“Whatever they are, I’ll beat them at it. Just watch.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes but threw you a wink.

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[yanderedrabbles]

Hi I love your stories and characters so much.

Reading your stories always makes me happy. They are a huge comfort💖.

I hope no one has asked you this question, in case I apologize🥲.

I wonder, of your yandere characters, who would be able to threaten you by saying that they would hurt one of your family members (a sibling, a parent), to tenderi by their side?

Who would be able to hurt or worse kill them?

Or would they not because they would know that it would make you unhappy to lose a relative?

It occurred to me while reading the story about Yandere!Yakuza.

If he were to hurt our little brother so that he wouldn't leave us, I would be extremely sad.

(Instead, I think characters like Yandere! State Trooper or Yandere!Pirate, wouldn't care much about your feelings and would hurt your relative if they saw them as a danger)

-smally anon

Yanderes Who'll Threaten Your Family - a totally wholesome collection I promise

Yandere! Yakuza tries to be a nice guy. He really does. But don't ever forget that he's a criminal. You have no idea the things he's seen, the things he's willingly done. It won't be his first option, but if it comes down to it he'll happily break as many bones as it takes to get you back in his arms. And if he feels a family member is being a particular hazard to your relationship? Well, him and his boys are just gonna have a friendly chat. Of the baseball bat to the face variety.

Yandere! Military Contractor won't hesitate to put a bullet in the gut of anyone stupid enough to get in his way. Hell, he'll do it right in front of you if he has to. To him, strength and brutality are all that matters. Is it any surprise that guilt over bloodshed doesn't even feature on his radar?

Yandere! Pirate thinks of himself as a gentleman criminal. The rougish counterpoint to the rich merchants and naval captains that infest the sea. But don't be fooled - he's a killer and a criminal to the bone. How far do you have to go to become Captain on a ship of dangerous, heartless pirates? Trust me, you don't want to know.

He won't kill them in front of you. No, that would just complicate things. He doesn't want to needlessly frighten you. Getting you into bed would be so much less enjoyable if you were constantly trying to claw his eyes out. He'll claim to not know anything about your suddenly missing brother or fiancé, honest to God above. But oh, the sharks do seem so very well fed.

Yandere! Cyberpunk Mercenary is another ex-soldier with a rotten heart. He's got a soft spot for you - sheltered rich girl that you are - but that doesn't mean he's above bloodshed when necessary. In his case, it's almost inevitable. Your parents will keep sending people after you, desperate to get their daughter back from the filthy criminal that has her. He'll try not to let you see any of it. But the acid vats on Titan and the nuclear reactors on Europa have seen more than a few unorthodox disposals.

Yandere! Mobster is... well, he's not a bad guy. Tries to help folk out, look out for the community. If there's any trouble with your family, he trusts his reputation will solve it. No one wants to tell the Don's favorite enforcer that he's not good enough for their family. That's how a person's car ends up in the river with them in the trunk. No, no one in your family is stupid enough to get in his way. And if they did... well, you never liked your cousin Vinny that much, did you?

Yandere! Riot Control Officer is lining up to hurt them as we speak actually. He doesn't even need an excuse. 

[peachhcs]

i could so see samy and will doing the “we listen and we don’t judge” trend. i thought that could be fun to write about!!

WAIT YES this is my favorite trend ever and i know samy and will would rip one another APART (i know i keep saying i’m coming back but TRUST in two weeks i will because it’s another break😛) (bare with me pls pls)

au masterlist

“you are so lucky i haven’t said no to these yet,” will rolled his eyes as he joined samy at the counter while she set her phone up. she rolled her eyes.

“come on, you think they’re fun.”

“yeah, fun is one way to describe it,” the boy mumbled and samy pinched his arm. he immediately swatted her hand away and the couple eyed one another before settling back in which meant will needed to be serious for once.

samy pressed record and then her and will repeated the phrase, “we listen and we don’t judge.”

she let the hockey player go first, watching as he scanned his list he made five minutes prior to this.

“sometimes when you sent me videos to listen to like on snapchat and i didn’t want to listen, i used to make gabe or ryan listen to them for me and respond to you,” will started off strong and his words made the girl’s mouth drop open.

“will! those were personal sometimes!”

“hey! we listen and we don’t judge,” he reminded with a small smirk. the brunette scoffed and then eyed her own list as they repeated the phrase.

“whenever i was mad at you i didn’t watch your games and then just looked at the highlights after when we talked about it.”

“i knew you did that,” the blonde laughed earning a small shove from samy.

“we listen and we don’t judge.”

“whenever you ask if you smell bad sometimes i say no even when you do so you don’t get upset,” another jaw dropper as the boy giggled to himself.

samy was in disbelief.

“dude, what the fuck? i ask because i don’t wanna smell bad. you fucking bitch,” now, samy wouldn’t have said that if her and will weren’t already best friends first.

“we listen and we don’t judge,” will emphasized while the soccer player rolled her eyes.

“when you ask if the other guy was better than you i always say no because i know you’ll get upset even if he was better,” will’s mouth finally dropped open while samy celebrated her small victory of getting back at will for all his harsh ones.

“we listen and we don’t judge.”

“when we were like 10 and i was mad at you i dipped your toothbrush in the toilet and then let you use the toothbrush until you got a new one,” why were will’s comebacks so much more mean than samy’s. the poor girl’s jaw was on the ground hearing that one.

“will, what the fuck! no wonder why i consistently didn’t feel well for months,” she slapped his arm while he just laughed.

“i know you did it to me so it’s just even,” the boy shrugged while samy looked for her next one.

“we listen and we don’t judge.”

“i used to tell the girls who liked you at games that you were such a player and that you got with everyone so they’d lay off because it pissed me off how much they talked about you right next to me,” samy laughed.

“dude what the hell. is that why i never got any girls,” will playfully rolled his eyes.

“hey, you got me!” the brunette grinned and will couldn’t help his smile seeing that.

“okay last one because i don’t have anymore,” the boy chuckled.

“oh of course you get the last word,” samy shook her head.

“we listen and we don’t judge.”

“when i got into that fight with your ex i don’t think i ever told you the full truth but it was because i liked you at the time and he knew it and wanted to provoke me. he was trying to prove his point which is why he started talking and everything escalated,” will finished and then gave the camera a thumbs up.

“wait what?”

not that kevin talked to them anymore, they were all still friends and will wouldn’t have said that if they weren’t. the blonde winked at the camera, “if you’re watching this kevin, love you. miss you.”

the video ended on that note where all the fans were dying to know the lore in the comments once it was posted.

user1 the roasting is sooo crazy omg

user2 ugh u just knowww they’re best friends bc they can say this stuff about one another and not get mad

user3 when samy smiled at will and he smiled back it was sooo cute awww

user4 is this what a secure relationship looks like??

user5 i love how none of this bothers them really

user6 ugh my shaylassss

user7 waitttt what is the tea at the end???

user8 will fighting samy’s ex??? omg i gotta know

[justmeinadaze]

November Rain (Part 5) (Eddie X Plus Size Y/N)

Warnings: Older (Late 30s) Daddy Eddie/ Young (early 20s) Plus Size Sub Fem Y/N, Light Smut, Fluffy I love you smut, light dirty talk, etc.

ANGST *Poses for an angsty picture with an angst photographer who has been paid in angst* Mentions of cheating, Y/N get smacked (brief), Eddie takes care of her and makes her feel safe, Eddie finalizes his divorce (brief), Ava causes ALL the problems, cliffhanger ending.

Shit gets real!

Enjoy <3

Word Count: 3955

Series here/Donate to Me

“I know this is probably a dumb question but how is everything going?”

Eddie smiles as he reads your message while he waits for his ex-wife to come in so they can proceed with finalizing everything for their divorce.

“It’s going.”

“Guess who she brought for moral support.”

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“I wish you could be here.”

“That sounds weird. I’m sorry.”

“Why would anyone wish someone they care about could come see a divorce proceeding?”

“Idiot, Munson.”

“Eddie! Lol. I know what you meant.”

“But I’m going to see you tonight and I promise to take care of you, Daddy ;).”

“Alright, guys thank you for your patience. We just wanted to run through everything here. Now we want to make it clear that Mr. Munson is asking for nothing thus will get nothing.”

“Yes, he knows words, Jerry. Nothing means nothing.”, Eddie’s lawyer sasses as he rolls his eyes. “Fortunately for your client, he’s gone against my advice when it comes to getting things that should be owed to him including documenting the infidelity.”

“What?”, Ava asked causing all eyes except Eddie’s to turn her way. “That’s an option?”

“Um, yes. Instead of filing for the divorce on grounds of infidelity, Mr. Munson chose ‘irreconcilable differences.’”

“Why?”

“Does it matter?”, his lawyer snapped.

“What? So he can seem like the fucking good guy?!” As Ava begins to yell, her lawyer hastily pats her arm hoping to shush her before she pushes herself into a corner. 

“I didn’t want it on record. Again, that part of our marriage should be between me and you. No one else.”, Eddie hisses under his breath while continuing to glare at the table in front of him. “Honestly, at this point whatever gets this done faster I’m ok with. I don’t want money or the physical stuff. I just want to move on with my girlfriend and my boxing career and be happy.”

His ex’s eyes scanned him over at the word “girlfriend” and remained on him till the papers were ready to be signed. The metalhead couldn’t scribble his name down fast enough but as soon as he did, he gathered his things and hastily exited the room. 

***

“Ok, sweetheart, smile.”, Eddie’s uncle beamed as he took a photo of Paige in her graduation gown holding her diploma with his hand-held camera. 

“I don’t know if you know this, old man, but phones can do that now.”, his nephew teases making you and your friend giggle as Wayne narrows his eyes his way. 

It had been a few weeks since Eddie’s divorce and he had just fairly recently started getting back to his old self. You spent as much time as you could at his apartment comforting him and listening to him break down as he vented. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Fuck! Why do I feel this way?”, he growled at himself.

“It’s ok, honey. It makes sense. I mean, you had a whole life and family with this woman. You loved her once and she hurt you.”

Tugging you into his arms, he held you to his chest. 

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Said the man who used a flip phone till like 2017.”, Paige joked.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up.”, Eddie threw back before stepping forward to wrap his arms around her. “I’m so proud of you.”

You softly smiled as he kissed her forehead, praying that nothing would ruin this moment for either of them. 

The three of you weren’t that lucky. 

“Oh my God, sweetie, I’m so proud of you.”, Ava cried as she came forward to pry her daughter out of the metalhead’s arms to hug her tightly. 

Eddie and her boyfriend locked eyes before the long-haired man nodded silently signaling that he didn’t want any trouble today and the other man seemingly agreed, nodding back. 

“Can you believe it, Edward? Or daughter is a college graduate…again!”

“Nope. Can’t believe it at all.” As he forced a smile, Wayne patted his back comfortingly. “So, uh, we’re taking her to lunch and then I’ll have her back to you for dinner—”

“Oh…why don’t we all have lunch? I thought that was the plan anyway.”

“I, uh…” Your boyfriend’s protective eyes flick to his daughter before shifting your way and back to his ex. “I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“Why not? We can all get along for one day I think, right, Paige?”

When your friend looked at you, you flashed her a soft smile as you took her hand. 

“It’s up to you, sweetheart.”, you whispered. 

“O-Ok, I guess that’s fine.”

***

Nothing about this lunch was fine.

While Wayne tried to start casual conversation, the tension between Ava and Eddie was palpable to say the least. 

“So, what are your plans now, Paige? Got a job lined up?”, he asked as she took a sip from the glass in front of her. 

“Um, yeah, kind of. There’s this museum downtown that wants to hire me to review and authenticate art. I’ve also been saving for a studio so I hope I can get that soon.”

“How much more do you need?”

“The down payment is $2500 and I’m about halfway there.”

“I have that if you need it, baby.”, Eddie offers making his daughter smile as she politely shakes her head. 

“Thank you but I want to do this myself.”

“I can understand that.”

“I’ll bet he does.”, her mom sassed under her breath causing her ex to shift his gaze her way. “Always did things all by your lonesome without consulting or worrying about me or your family.”

“Ava…”

Your hand on his thigh gave him pause as he heavily exhaled and leaned back in his seat. 

“I’m, um, I’m going to run to the bathroom. Y/N, will you…?”

“Yeah, of course.”

As soon as the both of you are out of sight, his ex-wife tilts towards him and points her finger in his face. 

“Why are you always trying to be the hero?”

“I’m her father.”

“Oh, like that really fucking matters to you.”

“I’m not doing this with you today, Ava. Our daughter just graduated college; can’t we fucking celebrate that? This is about her not us.”

“No.”, she hisses. “This is about you. Everything was always about you!”

“I’m not doing this.”, he repeated sternly. 

“Oh, you aren’t? You think your father of the year? You put everything over me and that little girl. First it was music, then it was boxing and now it’s your girlfriend.”

Eddie glared her way as his face scrunched in anger. 

“My girlfriend is none of your fucking business, Ava. I fought for years to make you happy but you always chose this fucker even when you gave me that fucking ultimatum. I’m finally with someone I don’t have to convince to treat me like a fucking person and who doesn’t fucking cheat on me.”

“You cheated on dad?”, Paige asked startling everyone at the table especially her father. “When? With him?”, she inquires as she points to her mother’s boyfriend. “You said you met him after dad left…that Dom helped you heal!”

“He did, honey.”, she tries to sooth, rising to her feet.

Your eyes meet Eddie’s, completely unsure of what to do but he seems equally lost as he also stands and allows things to play out. 

“When did you meet him? Before or after dad left?”

“Paige—”

“Answer me!”

At her outburst, people in the restaurant turned to look towards them. 

“Maybe we should head home to talk about this.”, Wayne interjects trying his best to be diplomatic. 

“Answer me, mom.”

“Did I meet Dom before Edward left for good, yes, but he was gone way before that. I was on my own most of the time and—”

“Don’t lie to her. The first time I caught you, I told you if you left him I would do everything in my power to work on us and even stopped boxing for a while but you kept seeing him so I left.”

“Why…why didn’t you say anything?”

“You had such a close relationship with your mom…I didn’t want to ruin that. Plus, like I tell you both, what happens between your mom and I should be between us. I never wanted you to get involved.”, Eddie answered honestly. 

“Oh please! I’m the bad parent here because I talked to my kid!?”

“Good wording, Ava. Ignoring the fact that you fucking lied!”

“You’re a liar to, Edward Munson!”, she spat as he looked at her with confusion. “Come on…it’s obvious your fucking Y/N.” Everyone at the table became silent as your eyes widen. “The way he looks at her, pulls out her chair, and smiles at her fucking compliments. He used to be that way with me in the beginning…”

Paige’s mouth drops in shock as she tries to understand the information coming at her. 

“No…No. Dad’s polite…he’s always been that way…Right?”, she asks as her gaze shifts towards him. “Right?”                

Eddie comes around the table to hastily grab her palms. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I never meant to hurt you. We met before either of us knew you were her roommate.”

  Silently, her bottom lip shakes as she yanks her hands from his grasp and power walks out the front door, ignoring the sound of your heels following after. 

“Paige, wait, please. Let me explain.”

At the sound of your voice, she stops dead in her tracks and turns to smack you hard. 

“After everything I’ve done for you, this is the thanks I get! God, you must think I’m really stupid, huh!? Us sitting there talking about your ‘boxer guy’ and me not knowing that you’re a fucking whore!”

“HEY!”, Eddie bellows as he comes up from behind you to face her. “I know you’re upset and you have every right to be, Paige Elizabeth Munson but that’s the woman I love so you will treat her with respect.”

“Respect?”, she cackled. “You didn’t show me respect when you decided to fuck one of my friends! Glad to know both my parents are despicable human beings!”, she growled as her mom finally came out as well before bobbing her head around her father to point your way. “You have 30 days to get your shit out of my apartment. Consider this your eviction notice.”

With that she turned and climbed in her car before speeding down the road. 

“We need to follow her.”

“Do we, Ava?!”, the metalhead screamed making you jump. “What are we going to say?! Because obviously you wanted to start a fucking a fight! What the fuck is wrong with you?! This was her graduation!”

“So it was ok for her to find out about my indiscretion today?!”

“SHE DIDN’T NEED ANY OF THIS TODAY! This why I wanted to take her to lunch privately!!”

“Ok, let’s calm—”

“Don’t you fucking speak or I swear to God.”, Eddie threatened Dom, stepping forward to intimidate him until his uncle quickly slid between them. 

“No. Paige is most important and both of you are her parents. Ava and Eddie, go find her. Dominick, son, I highly recommend you go home. This is between Paige and them. I’ll take Y/N back to my hotel and look after her till you’re done.”

As if he just remembered you were there, the boxer swung around and abruptly pulled you to his chest. 

“Are you ok?”

“No…go find your daughter, Eddie.” Cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs dried your tears that had begun to fall. “Go, Eddie. Now. GO!”, you shout he when hesitates to let you go as you shove his chest. 

“I got her, Ed. She’s safe with me.”, his uncle insisted as he wrapped a protective arm around your shoulders. 

The man’s eyes didn’t leave yours till he reached his motorcycle, hastily jumping onto it, and riding away in the direction Paige left in. 

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You listened to Wayne move about his hotel room as you tried to control the tears that were endlessly flowing. 

“Alright, honey, this is going to be cold.” You wince as he places a cold beer from his minibar against the growing bruise on your face. “I’m sorry. There’s no first aid here but the alcohol in that box there costs enough that it damn well should heal all wounds.”, he chuckles, smiling to himself when you breathily do the same. 

Again, he moves about and after a moment pushes what looks like an album into your field of view. 

“I bring that with me when I travel…mostly to embarrass Eddie.”

Slowly, you open the cover, smirking when you see a younger Wayne holding what you assume to be his baby nephew. 

“Yeah, I think that was the one and only time he was ever not talking.”, he teases as you flip the page. “That’s his mom and dad there; Elizabeth and Allen. She loved that kid more than anything.”

When your eyes met his, he heard the silent question reflect within them. 

“I think…my brother loved himself more than he ever loved them…which is why it kills my nephew that Ava makes those digs at him about him being selfish.”

Your head hung as you kept looking through pictures, softly smiling at the images of Eddie laughing with his mother or making funny faces at his uncle while he was doing something outside of the trailer. When you got to his high school photos, you fingers traced his face that seemed bright and hopeful. 

Him playing his guitar or D&D with his friends had a grin stretching wide but they didn’t compare to the one he wore when he was holding his newborn daughter. 

“When he found out Ava was pregnant, he was terrified but that first time he held her he told me it was like all his worries faded away and he knew he would do anything for that baby.”

With every photo, Paige got older but Eddie’s smile and the unconditional love in his eyes never faltered. 

“I keep this one in the back for obvious reasons but…” Tilting over you, he flips through the pages and pulls out a couple of images you immediately recognize as a young Eddie and Ava. He looked as handsome as ever in what you assume was a wedding photo with him in a tux and her in a white dress vaguely hiding her little baby bump. “Everyone kept calling it a ‘shot gun wedding’ but my nephew shut them down quick. ‘No, I love her. That’s my girl.’ He never wanted her to feel like they were getting married because they ‘had to’.”

A couple more pictures were behind it with Eddie kissing her cheek and Ava gently smiling at the action while another had him hugging her but she seemed to be pushing him away even while donning a small grin. 

“These past few months, he’s talked about a new girl he met but he never said your name. He just said it was complicated. Y/N, you should hear the way he talks about you…I’ve never once heard him sound that way about her. He seems so much happier since he met you… After everything that boy has been through, he deserves you.”

You started to sob and Wayne pulled you to his side as he tried to comfort you. 

A knock on his door had him promptly standing to answer it and as soon as Eddie saw your face from the doorway, he flew past his uncle to sit beside you, tugging you into his chest as he pet your head. 

“What happened with Paige?”, Wayne asked as he leaned against the dresser across from you both. 

“I, uh, we couldn’t find her but I called her boyfriend who said he’d keep an eye out for her so I think she’s with him. If she really wasn’t there he would have said he was going to go look for her to. He’s a good kid like that…”, he answered. 

“Do you want me to stay, Ed?”

The man holding you sighs as he shakes his head. 

“Naw, you don’t have to. I’m sorry for today—”

“No reason to be sorry, son. I’m used to being the referee.”, he laughs as his eyes scan you both over. “You should take her home so you two can rest and talk.”

After hugging his uncle, Eddie clings to your hand as he guides you to his motorcycle and puts on your helmet for you. As he straddles his bike and starts the engine, your arms wrap around him tightly causing his head to turn slightly when he hears your sniffles. 

The entire ride to his apartment, he kept one hand on the bike handle and the other on your leg or the back of your palm around his waist. At every stop light, your hands would press against his chest as you squeezed him a bit harder like a little girl does with a teddy bear when she’s scared. 

You were dropping and he could feel that energy radiating from you. 

You were terrified you were about to be in the same situation you had been when you and your ex broke up; a place you never wanted to be again. 

You just wanted to feel safe. 

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As soon as you both entered his apartment, Eddie allowed his protective mode to fully kick in as he took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and took hold of your hand to lead you to the bathtub. 

Your eyes remained downcast as you listened to him turn on the water and throw in all the smells he knew you loved. Placing himself on the edge, he gently pulled you between his legs and carefully removed your dress along with your undergarments, tossing them to the side. 

A tear rolled down your cheek and he caught it with his thumb as he caressed your face. 

Once the bath was ready, he guided you in before suddenly disappearing. Your sad irises searched for him but he came back fairly quickly, flashing you a hair tie and taking off his slacks so he could sit behind you. 

You hummed lightly as his fingers gently massaged your head, threading through your hair gradually as he took his time pulling it out of your face. 

Eddie’s heart broke as he listened to you try to contain your tears, sliding down into the warm water to softly kiss your skin while holding you in his embrace. 

“Oh, Eddie, your shirt and your—”

His index finger on your lips silenced as he shook his head. 

“I don’t care.”, he murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder. “All I care about right now is you.”

“Should you?”, you whisper as your vision clouds once again. “I know how much you care about your daughter. You lost so much time w-with her because of Ava… I don’t want to be the reason you lose her again.”

“Y/N, I gave up music to become a husband and father. I gave up boxing to work in a grungy mechanic shop to take care of my family. I gave up my reputation so my daughter could have a relationship with her mother. My dad and my ex-wife both gave up on me… I even gave up on myself for a while there…but then I met you.”

His calloused fingers firmly grip your cheeks, craning your neck so your eyes could meet his.

“I will NOT give up on you.”

Water splashes out of the tub as you turn around to straddle him as you cling your arms around his neck and push your face into him as you sob. 

“Everything’s ok, baby. I got you.”

When your bath became too cold, the metalhead rose to his feet to grab a towel and dry you off before doing the same with himself. As he began to walk towards his closet to get you a shirt to wear, you pulled on his wrist and shook your head.

Tossing a smirk your way, he walked you to his bed where you both crawled naked under the covers laying on your sides facing each other. 

“You said you loved me. Did you mean it?”

His brown eyes search yours for a moment before silently nodding. 

“I figured it was kind of obvious but I’ve been in love with you since I saw you from the ring.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to scare you. I have said it a few times but you were asleep.”

Scooting closer to him, you place your arm over his hip and run your fingers down his back while in return he does the same with you. 

“I love you, Eddie.”

As he places his forehead against yours, a heavy sigh escapes his chest as his eyes close. 

“Say it again, please.”, he whispers. 

Your lips hover near his and he whines slightly at the pleasurable feeling of your warm breath.

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

The man practically growled as his mouth crashed to yours.

“I love you to, Y/N… so fucking much…you’re safe with me, baby, I promise.”

As his kisses became more passionate, you felt the needy energy between the two of you grow.

“Make love to me, Daddy…please.”

At your plea, he firmly pushed you onto your back, sliding one of his arms behind your head and pulling you closer to his chest. After lifting the leg that was closest to him over his hip, you whimpered at the sound of him licking his palm before stroking his spit along his shaft and gradually entering your core. 

While one of your arms circled around his neck, the other held his hand as he began slowly thrusting his cock deeper inside you inch by delicious inch. 

“Oh my God…”

“I got you, sweetheart. You’re my girl and I’m—fuck—I’m gonna take such good care of you.”

“I know, baby, I know.”

Eddie continued to whisper in your ear as his pace steadily hastened and your eyes rolled shut as you absorbed every word. 

“I love you, baby girl. I’m gonna buy you a nice house where Daddy c-can have you in every room. I’m…I’m gonna work hard so I can buy my girl anything she wants. I’m gonna take you on dates and show you off because you—mmph—you deserve to be seen.”

“E-Eddie…”

Your whine drives him crazy, licking the tips of his fingers and pressing them perfectly against your clit causing you to moan louder. The man’s nose grazes your cheek as he pants and you can’t help but keen into the beautiful sound.

“S-Say it again, Y/N.”

“I love you, baby. Fuck, M’gonna cum.”

“Daddy’s got you, honey. It’s ok, let go.”

Your body trembles as you moan his title, his fingers continuing to play with your clit as you come undone.

“That’s my good girl. My perfect girl.”

His large palm cups your breast as he chases his high and your lips connect to his as your tongues dance together. 

Pulling away slightly, his nose scrunches as he grunts and you feel his release paint your walls. 

“Are you ok?”

You nod, wincing slightly as he pulls his softening cock out of your pussy and you roll onto your side again to face him. Placing his hand on your back, he pulls you close once more and you can’t help but giggle as he places gentle kisses on your forehead down to your nose. 

“Y/N?”, Eddie whispers, his eyes still closed as he tenderly keeps caressing your skin, smirking cheekily when you respond with a sleepy hm.

“Will you marry me?”

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Please? I have a Dean Winchester x reader request. The idea I had was the reader coming back from trying to have a normal life after 2 years but being saved by Dean from her abusive ex-boyfriend, who was possessed by a demon. She calls him from a motel after escaping from the attack and almost getting killed.

Feel free to message me if you want to ask questions. I can't wait to read it.

A/N: So, this request from @ravenrose18 immediately sparked some ideas. And I was changing things over and over again. This could've gone so many ways and I think I got the best compromise out of it all. I hope, you like it, lovely! Thanks so much for sharing your request with me! 💜

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2948

Warnings: 18+ only!!! (Only for the violence), tension, abuse, cuts, wounds, angst, feelings.

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Voice from the past

Dean was nervous. Really nervous. He was driving toward Arkansas City. As Baby purred gently across the streets, AC/DC played softly on the radio. The almost four-hour journey from Lebanon seemed to never end, even though there was so much distance behind him. He was only about thirty minutes away to be exact, but it still felt like a long way away. But even if he had had to drive another four hours, he would have done it.

He kept thinking back to last week. The day he got a message that he hadn't really expected. It came from Y/N. Sam would now say 'the Y/N' and somehow he was right. Even though Dean wouldn't admit it, of course.

But Y/N had been a part of his life for a long time. She grew up with Bobby after he was the only one who saved her from the clutches of a werewolf. Unfortunately, her family wasn't so lucky. And since Dean and Sam were often at Bobby's and somehow grew up there themselves, they had become friends over the years.

Y/N had also grown up as a hunter and Dean had taught her to shoot at some point. She got better and better as time went on, becoming more fearless and brave. And Dean had to admit then and there that he had fallen in love. Feelings that still persist to this day.

That's exactly why he didn't like thinking back to his last conversation with her. It was almost two years ago when Y/N explained to him that she wanted to give up the hunter life. Dean hadn't really known how to react. Over the years they had solved cases together and traveled together, even if their paths had always diverged. But the fact that she wanted to quit because of a guy surprised the older Winchester.

Todd. His name was Todd. Urgh...was there a name that sounded even more wimpy? He wouldn't be surprised if he drank warm milk. Dean cleared his throat briefly at that thought. Okay, maybe the jealousy came out of him for a moment. And maybe also the disappointment that he simply couldn't find the heart to tell her that he wanted to keep her by his side. That she was important to him.

But well, maybe now he had a new opportunity to do so. Because according to her own statement, Todd was now a thing of the past and she wanted to go back to the hunter life. A second chance. And Dean was determined to use it too.

A moment later his cell phone rang and when he saw Y/N calling him, his heart beat a little faster. This was the first time Y/N actually called since she contacted him. He answered the call with a small grin.

"Hey, sweatheart. I'm not even twenty minutes away. I could stop and bring us some greasy burgers. What do you think?"

But he didn't get an immediate answer.

"Hello? Y/N?" he asked again and then he heard it.

Heavy breathing and a slight wince. He furrowed his brows and worry spread through him. But again it took a few seconds before he got an answer.

"Dean?" came faintly and with a pained undertone from the other side.

This was definitely not what he expected and he automatically stepped on the gas a little more.

"What happened?"

It stinked. This motel smelled. The worn out carpet, the musty bed linen, the tattered curtains. Even the wallpaper seemed to give off a foul smell. And yet Y/N was happy that she had somehow made it here. The hotel was abandoned, no longer in use, and she was lucky that the door to this room at the back of the building wasn't locked. Even if it had taken a lot of effort for her to even get in.

Now Y/N was crouched behind the bed in the corner and the adrenaline that had given her the strength and stamina to make it this far was slowly wearing off. And the more she calmed down, the more her body began to ache. The cuts on her arms and legs were the least of her problems. Her ankle was now throbbing quite badly and she knew she had several bruises.

Her heart was racing and she tried to calm down, but it wasn't that easy. Every time she tried to take a deep breath, her chest would rebel and her left shoulder would experience stabbing pain. She didn't have to question the fact that this was probably the worst injury.

Y/N carefully tried to pull the jacket off her shoulder when she noticed that she was losing more and more feeling in her left arm. She huffed and moaned slightly. The makeshift bandage that Y/N had pressed over the gaping wound was now soaked with blood and small red rivulets were making their way down her arm.

She was in pretty bad shape.

This was not how Y/N had imagined her return to hunter life. She slowly tried to sit up a little, but failed. With a dejected laugh, she briefly closed her eyes and tried to suppress the tears that wanted to make their way down her cheeks. When did everything go so wrong? She had just wanted to meet Dean to get up to speed. And now here she was, lying on the dirty floor of a disused motel, probably bleeding to death.

But then her memory got a little jolt. Dean! She had to call Dean. And so, with a blood-stained hand, she strained to fish her cell phone out of her back pocket. It still took three more attempts to dial his number.

As she listened to the beep, she realized that she was slowly losing consciousness. Y/N is finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate and stay awake. But as soon as she heard Dean's deep voice greeting her happily, it gave her another push.

But she still found it difficult to speak and her body seemed to ring like an alarm with every movement.

"I'm... not in Arkansas City... anymore." she replied almost breathlessly.

"Where are you?" came the question in a firm and determined voice.

"I'm... in an abandoned... motel outside... of Winfield." Y/N suppressed a painful groan. "Dean... I'm... hurt pretty bad."

There was a brief, almost unsettling silence before Dean spoke again.

"Okay, listen. Don't move and try to stay calm. I'll be right there. The only thing you have to do is stay awake. Alright? Don't fall asleep."

She agreed to this as best she could and after giving Dean the name and room number, they hung up.

The silence that followed was almost deafening. Y/N heard her pulse racing and the blood rushing in her ears. Still, she tried to stay awake. With her right hand she lightly pressed the wound on her left shoulder. The small pulses of pain that the pressure sent through her body helped her. That, and the thought of Dean. His green eyes, the mischievous smile, his dark voice.

Y/N had been in love with him for such a long time now. She couldn't even remember when it happened. But she had known that she had to free herself from him at some point. Because it was clear that he would never feel the same for her. All the women he spent the nights with, at one point it had been to much. And when Todd showed up in her life two years ago, it was almost like a sign.

But she didn't think that the exit and the distance from Dean would draw her back to him. She loved him and she wanted to at least try to win him over.

So she had talked to Todd. He had been nice from the start. He had been charming and always seemed as if there were no problems in the world that couldn't be solved somehow. He had embodied freedom and somehow Y/N had wanted that too. The hunter's life was hard and you had to renounce many things.

She had really liked him, but nothing more had come of it over time. And then over a year in, he started to change. He got more and more aggressiv, until he had hit her the first time. That was three monts ago. At first she had not known how to react to that, but the more the abuse happened, the more she knew she had to get away.

So she explained to him that she wanted to go back to her old life. She hadn't mentioned that that also meant Dean. Todd didn't take the decision too well. He was furious and she had feared that he would attack her. So she bolted to Arkansas City. But of course he found her there and his black eyes stared into hers as he stabbed the knife into her shoulder.

"How could... I be so stupid?" Y/N said to herself. “Why didn’t I... notice anything?”

Her head started to spin and every second felt like an hour. She slipped in and out of consciousness. She had to try harder and harder to stay awake. And just when she thought she could not do it anymore, the door busted open and she heared Dean calling her.

When Dean spotted Y/N behind the bed and knelt down in front of her, he had to swallow. She looked pale, weak and fragile. Not at all like the young, cheeky woman he remembered. But he just couldn't let that show. He carefully touched her lower leg and Y/N opened her eyes.

As soon as she saw Dean, her tears flowed and relief was written all over her face. It almost broke his heart because it had taken him a little longer to find the motel and the more time passed, the more she probably lost hope that he would find her in time.

"What happened? Can you move?" He immediately saw the blood trickling down her left arm and looked around for something he could use as a bandage.

"It was Todd. He followed me down to... Arkansas City. He... was possessed by a demon. I... I didn't notice." As she spoke, she tried to stand up, but she lacked the strength.

"Okay, slow down." Dean was immediately at her side, stabilizing her so she didn't collapse.

"It must have... happened when... he was out and about. The... demon wanted revenge. I killed... a friend... probably three years ago."

"Huh." Dean responded, but that wasn't rare at all. "Is he on your heels?"

Dean had taken off his shirt and balled it up and was pushing it onto her shoulder. They couldn't stay here long. Y/N had to go to a hospital.

"No. I... shot him with a devil's trap bullet." now Dean looked at her in surprise. "The weapon... you gave me."

Relief flooded his heart now. The gun had been his parting gift. You could never be sure. Still, he would send out a hunter bat signal so someone would check on Todd and make sure he was no longer a threat.

"Okay, Y/N, I'm going to pick you up now. Or do I have to do a once over?"

The young woman next to him laughed dryly. "No. My shoulder is messed up. My ankle is most likely busted. But other than that I'm fine."

Dean had to grin. There was a little glimpse of the Y/N he knew. But they didn't have much time left. He could see that she was losing her strength. So he carefully took her into his arms. Something she couldn't endure without a pained groan.

Soon she was safely seated in the front seat of the Impala. By now Dean had changed his fully drenched shirt with a spare towel he had in his trunk. He gritted his theeth, because it seemed that Y/N was pressing the towel down on her shoulder like she was holding on for dear life.

Dean slid behind the steering wheel and immediately drove off. It was oddly quiet in the car and his knuckles turned white. He glanzed over to Y/N every now and then to make sure that she was still awake. The hospital in Winfield was still a ways away, but he was determined to get there as quickly as possible.

Dean heared Y/N whimper everytime he drove over a bump on the street. He apologized everytime, too. But otherwise he did not know what to say. The silence almost killed him but time was not flying by fast enough. And then, Y/N decided to talk.

"Dean?" her weak voice bled over the engine of the Impala while she kept pressing the towel on her shoulder. "I have to tell you... something..."

"Don't speak now. You need all your energy that's left in you, sweetheart. Just stay awake, will you?"

Dean's knuckles once again became white while he was holding the steering wheel. He also increased the speed he was driving at. The hospital was not far away anymore, but she had lost a lot of blood by now and that was what really worried him.

"But I... have to tell... you." She said again, but her mind became foggy and she started to feel sleepy.

"Nothing can be that important right now. And when you're thinking of sayin' goodbye to me, quit it. Not gonna happen. So, hold on. We're almost there."

For a second he thought he'd won, buit then Y/N crushed his heart.

"I love you." her words rang in his ears, although he could not really believe it. But she then made sure her message came through. "I've been in love with you... for such as long time... now and... I just wanted you... to know that."

And with her last breath she closed her eyes, not being able to stay awake anymore. Dean's voice accompanied her into the darkness, calling out to her.

An annoying beep woke Y/N from her sleep, but waking up wasn't that easy. Her head was pounding a bit and a bright white light made it difficult for her to open her eyes. When she finally made it, she realized she was lying in a bed and was hooked up to monitors. They had made it to the hospital.

She looked around further and spotted Dean sleeping in a chair next to her bed. His head hung back a bit and his mouth was slightly open. It almost looked like he was drooling a little. How could such a strong man be so adorkably cute?

Suddenly he jumped up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. When he saw that Y/N had woken up, he got up and came over to her.

"Y/N! You're awake. How are you? Do you need anything?" Inwardly he wanted to take her hand in his, but he held back.

"No, no, I..." she tried to sit up a little, but it didn't really work.

Dean helped her position the headboard high enough to jer liking. He also gave her a glass of water that she didn't actually asked for. Nevertheless, she accepted it gratefully.

"So? How about me?" Y/N asked and Dean scratched the back of his neck lightly.

"Perhaps a doctor should explain this to you." he replied, already making his way to the door.

"Wait!" she stopped Dean. "Explain it to me. Please."

How could he say 'no' to that? So he came back to her and looked at her with a crooked smile.

"You have several cuts and bruises on your body. A bruised rib and your ankle is sprained. But that will probably sort itself out over time. Your shoulder did need surgery though. Something with the spina specu... spina... spinach something."

Y/N giggled, but put her hand over her mouth so Dean wouldn't see it as he continued. "But that too could be repaired and in a few months... you should be back to your old self."

"Well, that's what I call an exciting reunion." She joked, but Dean didn't seem too keen on it.

"I could have thought of better things than taking you to the hospital covered in blood and seriously injured."

And he was serious. It would be a lie if he said that seeing her like that didn't bother him. The thoughts he'd had about her when they'd left him sitting in the waiting room. When no doctor or nurse wanted to talk to him, update him. When his heart had been gripped by an iron hand that had almost stopped him from breathing.

Hopefully he would never have to go through this again.

"I'm sorry." said Y/N with a small voice and lowered her head.

Dean balled his hand to fists and turned fully to her. "I was really afraid for you. Especially when you suddenly stopped talking in the car."

And suddenly Y/N remembered the last thing she said to Dean. Her eyes widened and she didn't have to look up to know that the elephant in the room was now literally there. Nevertheless, she suddenly felt a little nervous and couldn't say anything.

"The doc said that you need to stay a couple more days in the hospital and after that... I'll take you with me to Lebanon." Now Y/N looked up again. "We need to talk."

"Dean, I..." she started, but when she saw that Dean walked up to her to take her hand in his, she felt silent again.

"I love you, too." He then finally said and Y/N looked up at him in surprise. "And if you let me, I'll never let you out of my sight again."

A/N: That’s it. It was really fun and I hope you liked it. 😊 Let me know what you think. Feedback is very much appreciated! 💜

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The Au Pair Boy Part 15

Here were are at the end of this wonderful little story. It was an absolute blast to write. Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, and reblogged on this wonderful journey.

Next week the model AU Heartbreak in Overdrive will fill this spot. It's going to be a blast!

Also if you hated Ethan before (Eddie's ex) be prepared to loath him after this.

In this we get the boys on the same page, we find out why Ethan left, and everyone gets their happily ever after (except Ethan because fuck that guy.)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

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Eddie watched as Steve tucked Janice in. They had already fallen asleep, Eddie had brought up Joan, while Steve brought up Janice. Once the little girl had been nestled in her bed and surrounded by her stuffed animals, Steve padded quietly over to the light switch and turned the lights off.

“Where do you want to go to talk?” Steve said quietly, more for the graveness of their conversation then in case they woke the girls.

Eddie thought for a moment. “My music room.”

Steve nodded and then followed him down. It was the one room Steve hadn’t spent any time in as it was all Eddie’s. The girls weren’t allowed in it and even the Mayfields weren’t allowed to clean in there.

Eddie typed in a code and then a retina scan, allowing the door to finally swing open. There was a long wall covered in guitars from acoustic to electric; they were all beautiful. On the wall opposite the guitars were all of Eddie’s awards for song writing, performing, best album, best song; just about every accolade a musician could have it seemed like Eddie had an award for it. Shit there was even an Oscar up there.

Steve was instantly drawn to that one. Eddie Munson: Best Original Song, Love With Every Breath ‘Judas’s Cross’.

“Oh I remember that one!” he said brightly. “Wasn’t it that movie that said Jesus and Judas were a gay couple and the crucifixion had gone horribly wrong, because the Jews weren’t supposed to actually kill him?”

“That’s the one,” Eddie said proudly. “I loved everything about that movie and I was so happy to have gotten that award. It was up against a Pixar song and Disney princess song.”

Steve grinned up at him. “Tough competition to be sure.” He walked up to the wall guitars. “Which one is your first guitar that you’ve ever owned?”

Eddie lit up and lopped over to the wall and picked up a beat up acoustic with the words “THIS MACHINE SLAYS DRAGONS” written on it.

“This was my mom’s,” he said proudly. He sat down with it and began playing.

Steve snapped his fingers. “Woody Guthrie, right? My granddad loved him.” He cocked his head to the side and rolled his eyes up. “On my mom’s side, of course. Definitely not my dad’s side.”

Eddie chuckled. “I don’t play it much anymore because I worry I’ll hurt it now and while I could get it repaired...”

“You don’t want anyone to mess with your Mom’s guitar.”

Eddie grinned up at him.

“Show me your favorite guitar,” Steve said and Eddie was off running again.

He came back with a mottled red and black electric. “This is my sweetheart. I got my first record deal with her. She has carried me through some very hard times.”

They went through a couple of others before Steve said, “Least favorite guitar.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side and then stood up to look at the long line of guitars. He tapped his lip thoughtfully. He walked over to the middle of the wall and pulled off a plain white electric.

“It would have to be this one,” he said with an air of gravity. “This was the guitar Ethan bought me for our one month anniversary. He could have got me any number of worth while instruments that I was actually interested in, instead of this Guitar Center knockoff. But he tried to play it off like it was the one the sales person had recommended, but I should have known then what a fucking walking red flag he was.”

Just as he pulled it close to him, a small piece of paper fluttered to the ground. Eddie hadn’t seen it, but Steve did. He just picked it up and set it on the nearby coffee table.

“He certainly sounds like a real piece of work,” Steve said with a lopsided grin.

Eddie shook his head. “It wasn’t like that at first. He was sweet and charming. But he wanted the rockstar lifestyle without putting in any of the work. I wanted true love and he was all about lust. I was actually surprised when he agreed to marry me because I didn’t I would be the one to tie him down. But when he said yes, I thought all my dreams had come true.”

“And then it all turned to ash,” Steve murmured. “I’m sorry.”

Eddie just shook his head. “If it wasn’t for Ethan, I wouldn’t have those two beautiful girls.”

It was then he noticed the paper. “What’s this?” He picked it up.

“It was on the back of the guitar,” Steve explained. “I assumed it was a love letter or something.”

Eddie snorted. “Like Ethan would write a love letter, the narcissistic piece of trash.” He opened it up and began reading. He sat down on the sofa with a hard thud and then he pressed a hand to his lips.

“Eddie?” Steve asked, coming over to sit next to him on the sofa. “Is everything okay?”

“That piece of shit,” he snarled. “That arrogant little toe rag. I can’t believe it. It’s from Ethan alright. But it’s his explanation for destroying my family’s lives.”

“Oh god,” Steve breathed. “Are you okay?”

Eddie looked at the letter for a moment and then just burst out laughing. He just started laughing and couldn’t stop. The letter and guitar fell the floor as Eddie held his ribs and just laughed.

Steve picked up the letter and held it up for permission. Eddie nodded and then burst out laughing again.

Eddie

If you’re reading this then I failed to hurt you so much that you would never move this guitar ever again. Whoever you found to sucker into loving you, I hope they are as miserable with you as I was.

I was supposed to be a star. Hooking up with you was supposed to be my ticket to a life under the bright lights. Vacations to far off places, booze every night and drugs every morning. It was supposed to be fancy cars and even fancier yachts, designer clothes and expensive jewelry. I wanted sprawling mansions with houses in the Hamptons, LA, The French Riveria, the Bahamas.

But no.

You didn’t do hard drugs because Daddy went to prison for dealing. You don’t do heavy drinking because you get ‘high’ off the rush of the music and want a clear head when you play.

Play.

I wonder if you even know what that means outside of a guitar. You are so disgustingly domestic. You have one house that I would barely consider a mansion. It’s Gothic and creepy, something out of a 70s horror flick.

I suggested kids because I thought that if you were actually faced with all the work and trial and error that went into it, you’d give up and we’d start living the high life.

But I should have known better. You took to the process with such gusto and again I was pushed to the side in favor of what you wanted. Once they were born, it was like they had hung the moon in the sky the way you looked at them.

It was in that moment I knew I wanted to break you. So I started being as sleazy as I could. Oh, it was so easy to keep it from you. Wayne adored me and all your friends had abandoned you for actual big cities. Hell, even Gareth went to Cardiff, the biggest city in Wales. Indianapolis could only be considered the biggest in the state.

I had gotten the whole staff on my side as I played up the forgotten lover as you buried yourself in your work and your children and replaced the ones that were loyal to you by painting them as jealous of us.

Soon enough I was getting the life style I always wanted and best yet, you never suspected a thing. The priceless look on your face when I blew up your life was worth every mediocre fuck and bad blow I had to endure.

And I lived for the fallout of our break up caused you. Still, your precious friends didn’t come running. Then your uncle broke his leg and prevented yet another person from coming to your aid. It was like everything was coming into place and the stars were aligning just for me.

Ciao,

Ethan

Steve read two or three times but he didn’t understand Eddie’s reaction.

Finally Eddie got himself under control. “He thought the the universe was aligning to give him the life of dreams, but the universe which is rarely kind, had a different idea in mind.”

Steve looked down at the letter again. “What do you mean?”

“After he broke it off with me,” Eddie explained, “the whole world turned against him like it does with most cheaters. He was a model looking to break into acting. And now the best he can get are those trashy ultra-conservative mags.”

Steve grinned. “But that’s not what was funny was it?” He gently bumped his shoulder into Eddie’s.

“You got that right,” Eddie said, his smile never leaving his face. “The universe lined up everything not for him to get away scot free, but to bring me you.”

Steve blushed and ducked his head. “Come on, you can’t mean that.”

“I can and I do,” Eddie said said, gently cupping Steve’s cheek and turned his head so they were eye to eye. “I needed to go through all that to get to here.”

Then he pressed his lips to Steve’s. Steve’s eyelashes shut and he leaned further into the kiss.

“Well then,” Steve murmured once they finally broke off the kiss. “Wow.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, Stevie. Wow.”

They kissed again.

“What do we tell the girls?” Steve asked softly, pressing their foreheads together. “They are so important to me.”

“I know,” Eddie breathed. “That’s what I love about you. How much you love them. You’ve only known them for six months but it’s like you’ve always been here with us.”

Steve let out a shuddering breath. “I feel like that, too.” He lifted his head and their nose brushed against each other. “I would rather give up on us if it meant I could be with them forever.”

Eddie chuckled and then pulled Steve in for a hug. “You don’t have to choose, sweetheart. Just think of it this way, this is shoring up job security for their teenage years.”

Steve burst out laughing. “Yeah okay.”

~

For the sake of the girls and all their friends that they had made through their workers, they didn’t jump right into dating. Steve saved up as much as he could so that if things didn’t work out, he had a way to leave if he needed to.

Then they slowly started becoming more affectionate with each other to ease the girls into the relationship.

It was Janice who was the one who had pushed the final domino over.

The four of them were out in the front yard building a snowman when Eddie tackled Steve to the ground. Their faces were super close.

“Kiss!” Janice giggled.

They both turned to her in shock.

“Just what have you been watching, young lady?” Eddie gasped. “I don’t believe we taught you that!”

“Aunt Chrissy did,” Joan said with all the solemnity of a newly minted six year old. “She kisses Aunt Robin all the time.”

Steve made a slightly strangled noise, because yes, while Steve and Eddie had to go slow for the twins, Chrissy and Robin had no such restrictions. He let out a sigh and then cupped Eddie’s cheek.

“Well you heard the lady,” he murmured. “Kiss me.”

~

They announced their new change in status on Christmas with a picture on Instagram (with the girls’ faces covered in big hearts of course) with the message: “Special Christmas present this year, I get a new boyfriend and the girls get a new Dad.”

And then they braced for the shit storm in the media.

But instead of snide comments about ‘The Au Pair Boy’ and Eddie fucking the nanny, there were an outpouring of love for Eddie. That he finally found his person. About how happy he looked.

Chrissy made sure to stay ahead of the curve and slowly introduced Steve to the world so that by the media got ahead of the whole deal, they were calling Steve a Cinderella story. All the outlets were reporting about Steve joining the circus to pay for school so he could be a nanny because his parents kicked him out for being queer.

They spun it so that Steve was passionate and not creepy at all about spending time with kids. They brought up the D&D club that Steve accidentally formed of the kids of Eddie’s staff. Of finding Jane and getting her the help and home she needed with Hopper.

Steve was soaking it all in. It was amazing all the love and adoration they were both getting.

Even his parents tried to come back and say that they were only trying to do what was best for him. If they hadn’t he would have never had met Eddie.

Steve blocked them. If they didn’t care about him when he landed on his feet five years ago when he got his first nannying job, then they didn’t deserve him now that he was happily dating Eddie now.

The only other minor blip in the otherwise smooth sailing of Eddie and Steve unveiling their relationship was a nasty comment from an anonymous user telling Eddie to go fuck himself when they announced their engagement a year later.

Eddie just shook his head and reported the comment.

“They always say that the best revenge is a life well lived,” he murmured as he pulled Steve close that night as they lay cuddled up together in their bed. “And I’d have to say I agree.”

Steve kissed him deeply. “Me too.”

Then they fell asleep secure in their love for each other and the two little girls who brought them together nestled in their own bedrooms above their heads.

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7x07 Corner of Random Thoughts

This is my favorite ep of the whole season so far. We finally got emotional episode, which, I think some people forgot (writers especially), Rookie is good at. I love the weight to the storylines they bring and I missed that in the beginning of S7. This is why Corner of Random Thoughts will be long and sectioned (not so random) for some clarity.

TIM IN THERAPY/FLASHBACKS

When we got sneak peek with Lucy's flashbacks @theflyindutchwoman wondered if we get Tim's perspective, cause in 5x01 we didn't. And I'm so really glad we did. It feels so much more mutual than 5x01, it feels so much more vulnerable. And I'm here for it.

I don't necessarily agree with the fact that thing's been "solid" between them recently. But this supports my idea (which I don't really like) that "small doses" was at least some part of The Talk we've been waiting for and that with it they checked boxes of kindness and appreciation without showing them to us afterwards. This is also what I think is happening with an ensemble cast shows and writing whole arcs weirdly, when you have to divide screentime.

I love how you can see Tim's gears changin when the terapist calls him on I language. I love how therapist says "IF it was a mistake" and then makes a small head shake after. Those small things give me much more hope than I'm willing to admit.

I really think Tim might've been… hopeful (???) morning after, but Lucy's bolting scared him so much he is now convinced he made a mistake. He is doubting his judgment because of how she reacts. I think this dynamics is really perfectly depicted in @cfr749's "Beneath Your Beautiful" and they are both in this dance now.

Lucy's Flashbacks are a direct parallel to 5x01 but they also show how she is determined to compartmentalise this. There is no emotional comentary here other than her denying this. We're back to "ex-sex" thinking. AT THE SAFE HOUSE

Tim/Nolan might be my favorite new dynamics in this series. Like, seriously, they are both clueless about emotions and letting go of control but in a completely different ways. Tim closes up and toughens up and Nolan treats everyone as they are little kids. Seeing this mushed together is joy.

"Hard to sleep when she's not there" and shot to Tim is pure emotional gold mine. Makes me want to write a fanfic about those sleepless nights…

I love how reluctant Tim is towards being "emotionally unavailable" like it's still some crap he'll distance himself from. :D It's giving me a heavy reformed!Tim vibes and I'm here for that.

I also love how the talk starts with Nolan asking Tim about Isabel and ends with Tim reflecting on Lucy. This means that he thinks about her all the time and that she is more important to him than Isabel. I mean, this is obvious, but it's also nice to note that in a full-circle moment like that.

Eric kills the talk. The pain is there. The vulnerability is there. The "small doses" are there. It's the same pain that was in 6x10 and I'm here for him and Lucy to cure this pain BY GETTING BACK TOGETHER ALREADY. Lol.

IT'S ALSO THE FIRST TIME THAT WE SEE PROGRESS TIM'S MADE. He reflects on how he gave up, how he didn't fight. He's obviously not there yet with reasoning behind it. But he'll get there.

In the meantime Lucy's still in denial and we haven't gotten any one scene this episode on her doing any reflection about her situation with Tim at all. xd

The simple fact that Lucy called for Tim with Seth situation is huge for me. I mean, we all know that they trust each other professionally 100%. I just think in any universe it would be normal for them to have any kind of doubt whether they should bother another one in such situation. The way they showed there wasn't any doubt at all is huge for me. It's like I love it. Even though it's nonevent.

I think it's also the fact of how close they remain despite everything they have been through in their relationship. It's absolutely amazing and I feel this strongly this season (for some reason). Maybe it's written that way to divide their personal and professional spheres, but maybe it's just my perception of this. OTHER STUFF

James and Nyla are the most adult relationship in The Rookie. Change my mind after watching this scene in interrogation room, because James is the wise man proposing for them to face the truth and to deal with consequences regardless of the outcome.

I love Celina this season so much. I'm waiting for more storylines and more depth in her.

I love how much depth Bailey got this episode. It's amazing how well they shifted perspective from badass-almighty Bailey to badass-broken-protective Bailey. I love it so much more.

Like, Miles has a really big, texan heart. And I missed this kind of heart in The Rookie. PROMO I am pretty confident that we are getting Tim and Lucy in trouble because of Seth. There is no other reason they would veil this with "putting a two of their own at risk" in the synopsis.

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Text Alert

Kelly Severide x Casey Sister Reader (Nicknamed Tiny Dancer)

Thanks to a text Matt finds out about you and Kelly

You were sitting between Matt and Kelly at Mollys, talking to Gabby and Charlise while you tried to ignore the urge to lean into Kelly’s side. This whole hiding whatever you two were to each other was proving to be harder and harder daily. “So Tiny” Gabby started and you raised an eyebrow “Gabs, I love you but that tone doesn’t sound like anything good is about to follow it”

She laughed and waved a hand “No! I was just wondering, are you seeing anyone?” you grabbed your chest playfully “Well I’m flattered but us Caseys are not collectors items. You only get one” she rolled her eyes with a grin “No you goof! One of my friends, her little brother, just recently became single” you felt Kelly stiffen at your side.  “Gabby” Matt warned and she cut her eyes at him “What? She’s been in Chicago for months and I haven’t seen her go on a single date! She’s got to be lonely”

“She doesn’t need some loser who’s ex left him to make her less lonely” Matt replied and you heard Kelly chuckle next to you. Gabby shook her head “He’s cute Tiny” and Matt tilted his head to the side “Excuse me?” She waved a hand at him “You know what I mean! Cute for her! I have you!” “I’m not sure Gabs” you replied and she grinned “Come on T! Give him a shot” 

You shrugged “I’m not sure I want to date. I mean I have classes most days a week then the private lessons” She nodded “My point exactly! What about your personal life?” You shrugged “I hang out with Charlie and Cruz!” Charlise nodded “Yeah, we hang out a lot” 

Gabby eyed you “So a beautiful woman, your age isn’t interested in dating?” you could feel Matt’s eyes on you from one side and Kelly’s eyes on you from the other but you had no idea what the hell to say at the moment. If you said you weren’t, Gabby would push it. If you said you were, she'd give the guy your number. You felt Kelly’s hand brush against your thigh and nearly knocked your beer over.

“Gabby, lay off her” Matt told her and she sighed “Fine” “She doesn’t need some guy” Kelly snapped and you cut your eyes at him but luckily Matt nodded at him “See? Even Sev agrees with me”  

Gabby held your eyes “If you change your mind I can get you his number” you grinned “Ok, I’ll let you know” and you felt Kelly’s hand wrap around your thigh that time. You squirmed in your seat and Matt eyed you “You good T?” you nodded “Yeah, I’ve got to use the bathroom” and slid off the barstool. 

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You walked into the loft in front of Kelly and spun around to face him “What the hell was that?” he closed the door and shrugged as he put his jacket up. “Don’t shrug Kel. You were groping my damn leg right next to Matt! If he would’ve moved just right he would’ve seen”

He spun around to face you “Why didn’t you just tell Gabby you didn’t want that guy’s number?” you shrugged “And how do I explain that? Oh I’m happy as is sleeping with my roommate?” he held your eyes for a moment “So that’s all I am? Your roommate? A good fuck?”

“What am I to you Kel?” you asked and he took a step forward “The woman I never should’ve laid a hand on but couldn’t resist. The woman that I have somehow ended up craving every damn moment of the day even when I’m with your brother. The woman that if another man touches I might just break his damn arm” 

He was right in front of you by then and you looked up into those gorgeous blue eyes “Sounds like you like me a little there Sev” he grinned “Just a little” you smiled “In that case, want to go to bed?” he leaned down just far enough to get his hands under your thighs and lifted you in his arms so you wrapped your legs around his waist, arms going around his neck. “Babygirl you’re gonna be the death of me” “I’ll make sure you die happy at least. Kelly don’t get jealous like that again. I’m happy with just you” he grinned and crashed his lips against yours as he walked towards his room.

Kelly woke up before you, the sun filtering into the window landing across your bare form where you were curled into his side. Over the last couple weeks you sleeping in the spare room had pretty much become a non existent thing. Your clothes were still in there, the bed was still made as if you used it but you were in his bed every night. It wasn’t just sex either. A lot of nights it was just having you wrapped up in his arms. He’d never felt like this before. That was why when Matt had brought up if you could stay with him for a while longer to save up money to buy a place instead of just renting he’d been more than happy to agree, even if he’d had to agree on some form of rent in front of Matt anyways. You paid half of the utility bills but that was simply because you insisted. If he’d had it his way?  You wouldn’t be paying anything.

You started to stir, a smile slipping onto your face as your hand slid across his chest. Your face tilted up towards his and your eyes slowly opened “Good morning handsome” he smiled “Good morning beautiful” you shook your head “What time do you have to be in?” he cut his eyes at the clock “The meeting everyone has to attend isn’t until two. Besides that I don’t have to go in today” you grinned “You’re telling me neither of us have to get out of this bed right now?”

He nodded “That’s what I’m telling you” you tugged his shoulders to pull him towards you and he rolled over to be hovering on top of you. “Damn you are perfect T” you shook your head “No, I’m not” and he grinned “I’m gonna show you that you are” and crashed his lips against yours.

You were fluttering around the loft, trying to make sure you had everything you needed for the day while Kelly watched you with amusement. “Got everything baby?” you froze and shot him a playful glare “I’d tell you to bite me but then I’d be late to meet Cruz and Charlie” he grinned “Yeah, you would” you grabbed your keys and bag then nodded to yourself “I think I got everything” he whistled and held out your phone “Babygirl” you cut your eyes up and grabbed it from him “Thanks daddy” you teased and he groaned “Do you want to be late because I’ll throw you on this damn counter” you pressed a kiss to his lips “Maybe later” then hurried out the door.

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Kelly was sitting next to Matt listening to Boden about the new safety regulations. “Sev?” he cut his eyes at Matt “Yeah?” Matt grimaced slightly “Is there anyway can you pick up Tiny from the studio tonight? She had a lesson squeezed in last minute and it’ll be dark and I’m not comfortable with her being there alone” 

“Why can’t you?” he asked so he didn’t seem too eager to jump on the chance. Matt grinned “It’s mine and Gabby’s anniversary” Kelly laughed “I got ya man” “Thanks Kel”

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“One more time sweetie” you were helping Briana through the final moves she’d been stuck on. When she hit it you clapped “There ya go!” and heard another person clapping and looked up to see her mom Jenny. “So you saw that too mom? She’s ready to move up” 

Jenny nodded “She’s been doing amazing in your classes Ms Casey” you smiled “It’s been my pleasure” Jenny nodded towards the lobby “I think your boyfriend may be here?” you raised an eyebrow “Boyfriend?” she nodded “Six foot, blue eyes. CFD shirt” “Could be my brother, could be my roommate” she laughed “I don’t think it's your brother with the way he was talking about you” you felt your face warm “Then it’s Kelly. Once you and Bri leave, will you tell him I said I’ll be finished in about ten?” she nodded “Yes ma’am”

You needed to cool down and stretch your body out so you were dancing around the room in a slow routine. You didn’t notice Kelly walk in after he’d walked Jenny and Briana to their car. He leaned against the wall and watched you. He hadn’t gotten to see you like this, at ease and in your element. There’d never been anything so gorgeous.  You spun around and jumped in surprise “Kelly!” he grinned “I’m sorry baby. It’s hypnotizing” you shook your head “Let me grab my stuff and we can go” “Sure you don’t want to dance anymore?” he asked and you shook your head “Not right now” and he sighed “Fine, get your stuff then”

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You felt Kelly’s arms slip around your waist as you walked into the apartment. You’d slipped his CFD hoodie on over your leotard and tutu. It was warm and comfortable. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your neck. You looked over your shoulder at him “Still want me to dance?” he nodded “Yes”

You turned and held your hand out “Then let's put music on and dance with me” “Now Tiny, I can’t dance like you can” you shrugged “I don’t want to dance like I normally do. I want you to hold me close while we dance to a slow song” he grinned “Ok baby, I can manage that” he walked over and clicked a song on then pulled you into his arms. Your hands went to his shoulders while his went to your hips. 

He spun you around gently to the music and you felt your heart flip as a sudden realization slammed into you. You were in love with Kelly. This was so much more than you’d ever thought it would be. This man owned your heart fully. You felt a slow smile slip onto your face “You’re such a good man Kelly Severide. I’m glad I’m yours”

Kelly felt his heart threaten to jump out of his chest just having you in his arms as the two of you danced. His beautiful Tiny dancer. His little Casey. He was so in love with you he didn’t know what to do. “You’re the best woman I’ve ever known Tiny. I’m glad I’m yours” he whispered, brushing his lips against yours.

The two of you continued to dance for another two songs, just enjoying the intimacy of the moment being shared. When the final song ended you slipped your arms around his neck “Let’s get some sleep” he smiled “Yes ma’am”

“I’m telling you man, that call was insane” Matt laughed and Kelly nodded in agreement. The most recent call was a warehouse that the situation was it was filled with sand. Yes, sand.  “Severide, look here” Boden called so Kelly stood to head out of the Captains quarters to see what Boden wanted.

Kelly’s phone went off so Matt glanced at it and saw your name. “Kel, you got a text from Tiny” he called out the door as he swiped Kelly’s phone to check it and felt his blood boil the moment he did. It was a photo of you, in black lingerie and the caption “Brought it just for you daddy”

He threw the phone and stood, meeting Kelly half way and before Kelly could ask he punched him dead in the mouth. Kelly stumbled slightly, wiping the blood away from where the blow split his lip “What the fuck Matt?” “You’re fucking my little sister” everyone in the common area spun around to look and Kelly shook his head “Let’s do this in private” he wouldn’t do this in front of everyone. You deserved better. “No, tell me why you’ve been fucking Tiny” that was it. He swung then, connecting with Matt’s nose “Don’t fucking talk about her like that in front of everyone else man!” “Fuck you” Matt slung at you swinging back.

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You were walking out of the dance studio when your phone rang and it was Cruz. “Hey Joe” you greeted but he just said “Get to fifty one. Matt knows” and hung up. Oh shit.

You ran the block to fifty one and when you made it into the station house Matt and Kelly were still throwing punches. Of course no one would get between them. “MATTHEW CASEY, KELLY SEVERIDE” you hollered and they both froze.

“Damn, who’s the ballerina?” the temp paramedic said from the corner of the room and both Kelly and Matt spun, faces bloody from each other “The fuck did you say?” “Do you want to die?”

“GET HIM OUT MY HOUSE!” Boden yelled so Capp and Tony drug the temp out while you grabbed one of Matt’s arms and one of Kelly’s. Gabby followed you and pointed to the conference room.

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You stood between them both while Gabby cleaned one up then the other “Who wants to use their big boys words?”  Matt glared at Kelly “I asked you to keep her safe, not fuck her” you smirked “Well we were safe” and Kelly shook his head “Not now T” 

He looked at Matt “It’s not like that Case, maybe at first it was just sex but now,,” you spun to look at him as Matt raised an eyebrow “What do you mean?” Kelly held your eyes “I love you Tiny with everything I have” you felt a smile slip onto your face “I love you too Kelly”

Matt shook his head “If it’s that serious then why couldn’t either of you tell me?” you dropped your gaze “Matt, you’re my big brother. You practically raised me. I’ve always been scared of disappointing you. You still see me as a little kid but I’m not. Kelly has a bad reputation yeah but he really is a good man” he nodded slowly then looked at Kelly “Why’d you hit me?” Kelly shrugged “She’s your sister but she’s my girl Matt. If you wanted to talk it should’ve been in private”

Gabby who was silent until now spoke up “Explains why Kelly has been so easy to get along with” and you laughed at how offended he looked. Matt looked from you to Kelly “Don’t hurt her Severide, I fucking mean” Kelly nodded “I’d never hurt Tiny. She’s everything to me” you smiled at him and he grinned. Matt shook his head “I guess I’m ok with it even if I have to bleach my eyes after seeing that text” your eyes widened “Oh god! You saw that text?” he nodded and you covered your face “I’m gonna go find a bridge to dive off of”

Kelly was on his feet and pulling you into his arms “You’re not even gonna joke like that” Matt smiled slightly at the action then shrugged “My baby sister and Severide. God help me”

@desimarie12

[concretejunglefm]

listen, I can't get this out of my head

Noah is your ex, but you're working with BO on this tour as a photographer; you two never really got over each other, but it was never the right time to actually get back together, but when he finds out that you are actually falling in love with someone else? pfffff homeboy is fucking LOSING IT

plsplspls what else would you put in this?

(I'M losing it at this point)

I love this idea because it's promising for sooooo much angst and *rubs gay little hands together* I love angst if that isn't obvious by now.

To start with is the obvious when it comes to you about Noah, you're not necessarily over Noah, but you've chosen to accept the fact that it wasn't your time and moved on, you've found someone new, surely he would've too? No matter what, he'll always hold a special place in your heart.

The most important thing is that this tour is a huuuuge opportunity for you and your growing portfolio, and you will not allow yourself to be distracted by the fact you're working with your ex. You're going to prove to Bryan, who has given you this opportunity, that you can be professional.

Naturally it starts out maybe a little awkward before you're both breaking the ice and find yourself slipping back into the familiar territory, because even before and after getting together, maybe you were good at the friend thing too. You liked one another's company, you could always have a laugh together, you shared similar interests and had enlightening conversations. You had to admit it, but with him it was easy.

Cut to Bryan letting you take photos from their practice as prep for the actual show and that's when you get this big beaming smile from Noah.

Doesn't it just make your heart melt?

Everything feels so great, nothing could go wrong right?

You and your ex especially are handling this better than ever, except what you don't know is Noah has been talking to the guys about you and potentially asking about getting back together. It was perhaps his initial thought too when he knew you were joining them on tour, but Nicholas was his voice of reason and convinced him maybe don't. however now, after watching you together for this past week, his thoughts on this have changed a little.

And this would be such a great plan if it's not for Noah catching wind of the fact you're moving on.

How this happens could play out different ways:

Noah overhears you on the phone to someone else.

Noah overhears you telling someone else on tour, maybe Bryan since you're both getting close with working together and him helping you learn more things.

Maybe one of the guys overhears you and tells Noah or tells you that you need to, since they're already aware of his feelings and it's just unfair on him.

For extra drama the guy could actually be someone attached to Noah, but prepare for this to end badly for you because bros over ho*s.

Either way the result will come out the same and you end up with these photos and Noah being a grumpy baby.

Cue the blow up, or at least the lead up to it, because now you're either going to have a cute style confession scene, or something more dramatic that only drives the wedge further apart.

For extra angst you can always add in a surprise kiss at this point which is walked in on by your special someone 🫣

Is this too much? Did I get a little carried away? I'm sorry anon, my brain decided to run with this and I'm losing my mind as much as Noah clearly would be.

I didn't even get to mention how pathetic or desperate he would get after knowing you're falling for someone else, like other than being grumpy this man is going to do EVERYTHING he can to get your attention, to get you to focus on him, and make you forget all about what's-his-face. Maybe steal your phone when you're together just to have you to himself. Maybe a send a text pretending to be you and asking for some 'space'.

Honestly, depending on the type of narrative you want, not only from Noah but in general, you could have sooo much fun.

And let's not forget about you during all of this because how are you feeling? Are you frustrated by him doing these things? Do you secretly like it and encourage it on purpose? Are you oblivious? All of that just plays into how everything unfolds.

[fangdokja]

Hi author! Can i ask if you or will not do a strong badass cold reader? It’s only a what if because i am really tired to see weak readers that are submissive, it’s not their fault of course! Because i knew you were the one when i read your book or story that has superpowers i think? I don’t really remember but i was just wondering if you would do one in the future?

This is not meant as a request, just a question that has circling my mind recently 😢

NOTICE: Library Recommendations according to what type of Reader character you want (cold personality + mentally strong + physically strong).

First of all, thank you for helping me with the inconvenience before. I really appreciate your patience for my errors. Sorry, and thank you once more. And, no worries, feel free to ask questions or inquiries. I'll be answering this as comprehensively and honestly as possible. According to my blog RULES, this is a stated rule for requests specifically: Strong or overpowered female protagonists: Female protagonists will remain weak and submissive to emphasize the male yandere’s perspective.

However, for my own stories (not requests), I do "strong" Readers in general. Mentally especially. And, I have a lot of long form stories in all my books that have cold Readers. It's my default Reader personality when writing, specifically apathetic + cold + distant + mysterious + unknown background (to prevent spoilers) Readers.

But the reason I don't label them as "strong" is because, by default (even mentioned in my blog description), I write stories where the "Villain Wins" in the end. Tragedies even. I don't label them as strong because I believe only a select few Reader characters are physically strong like the Yandere! Superpowers AU. Majority of the time, I write mentally and emotionally mature "strong" Readers. And, even then the Yandere 99% of the time will win in my stories.

Furthermore, in terms of "submissiveness", it makes sense. I only write hard dom male yanderes x submissive female readers. I do not write switches or anything else. It's also in my blog description intro. But, just because my Reader characters are submissive, especially in bed, does not mean they're blank slates or will just rollover and take the yandere's overbearing behavior and actions. I, especially, never write stupid characters including Reader characters. I can't stand stupidity outside of comedic settings in writing. In fact, a lot of my Readers told me that they like Reader's general personality.

Also, for the Yandere! Superpowers AU, it's a drabble series for now. And, I'll reiterate again, I'm currently extremely busy IRL and in finishing writing projects. So, it's why the specific content I post daily is like a random gift box. You don't know what to expect. Since, I'm not relying on a fixed schedule, I update randomly whatever content I finish first. I can't promise I'll get certain works done first, but I can tell you confidently that the Yandere! Superpowers AU will continue. I just don't know when I'll be able to release the next parts, since brainstorming these stories take time.

What I recommend for you is to look up the following stories:

If you want Readers with a Cold Personality:

Note: There are different kinds of "cold personalities", depending on your perspective. It could range from the serious villain classic kind to the more lighthearted comedy dead inside kind. I placed everything just in case. But just know, usually stories in "Whispers In The Dark" are on the lighter side compared to all the other books.

Genshin Impact

Mixed Stories

Humor First, Consequences Later (Tartaglia, Wanderer, Kazuha)

Yandere! Ex-Boyfriend & Cheating Bitch

Drabbles

“You disobeyed me. Again.”

“Miss me?”

“Pray I don’t snap. Because if I do, you won’t survive it.”

Novella 1 : Friction & Fire

She wasn't looking for love, but love wasn't asking for permission.

Some truths are better left buried.

Yandere! IRL Authors

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord, AO3 Angst Demon, Webtoon Cult Leader, Wattpad Menace

Drabbles

You see ‘yandere x reader’ and click before you even register the title.

Yandere! Isekai! Knight

♡ Sub Story. In his eyes, your defiance isn’t strength—it’s foreplay.

Headcanons 1 : Light’s Last Lament (General)

He was a knight of light… until you turned his world dark.

Light Yagami

Novella 1 : In the Name of Love

Two hearts, one unspoken promise—forever best friends.

The sweetest kisses are often the most dangerous.

Note: For Light's story, the Reader has a darker perspective on life initially.

Yandere! Royal Guards

Drabbles

Royal Duties: looking pretty, sitting still, watching your guards destroy the kingdom.

You got isekai’d. Now three murder machines think your blank stares are divine wisdom.

Yandere! Stardom

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Fanboy, Producer, Rival, Hater

Drabbles

A love letter: from a guy who’s watched every movie, probably knows your underwear size.

Rivals, fanboys, and haters all agree: your fanfic is a masterpiece… in the worst way.

Your most devoted fan writes smut better than published authors.

Capitalism By Day, Cock Worship By Night

AO3 Writer: “I just wanted to write smut.” | Society: “No, you leaked classified info.”

Yandere! Stepfather & Stepdaughter

Novella 1 : Paternal Privilege

He’s your family, but he doesn’t act like it.

🔞Pleasure in every strike, pain in every kiss.

🔞In the end, love is both their salvation and their damnation.

🔞His love is suffocating, but she’s forgotten how to breathe without it.

🔞Love shouldn’t feel like drowning, but he’s the only one who can save her.

She fell, but not by accident. He made sure of it.

Consent is a game he lets you think you’re winning.

If you want Mentally Strong Readers:

Yandere! Author

Headcanons 1 : Fate’s Final Draft (General)

He’s the hero in his own story… and you’re his latest toy.

🔞"You like happy endings? Too bad. I don’t write those."

Childe / Tartaglia / Ajax

Novella 1 : Blood and Salt

The predator never leaves empty-handed.

Yandere! Otome Game

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Crown Prince, Archduke, Supreme Mage, Demon King, War Hero, Master Thief, Enemy Spy, Demon Assassin

Drabbles

How do you escape a yandere harem? Asking for a very distressed friend (me).

How to Turn ‘Till Death Do Us Part’ Into a Very Literal Situation.

"Romance is a garbage genre, but if I have to play, I might as well do it on easy mode."

The love interests were bad. The backup plans are worse.

One of them wants to marry you. The other wants to make sure he never does.

Headcanons 1 : How to Survive a Reverse Harem (You Don’t) (General)

I hate it here.

System: “Would you like to resume the main storyline?” You click ‘No.’ They click ‘Yes.’

Imagine hating me so much that you chase me across lifetimes. Imagine being that obsessed.

Yandere! Russian! Mafia Boss

♡ Main Story. 🔞"I trusted you, wife, and now I'll teach you what betrayal feels like."

Headcanons 1 : The Bride of Blood (General)

To him, you're perfect. To you, he's just a mission.

🔞"I don't need your love, I need your submission."

Novella 1 : The Enemy In His Bed

⭐️🔞"I trusted you, wife, and now I'll teach you what betrayal feels like."

There is no safe word. There is no escape.

Yandere! Serial Killer/s & Little Detective (?)

Novella 1 : Hybristophilia

⭐"The first time I touched death, I vowed it wouldn’t be the last."

Yandere! Valentines Special

Novella : Red Roses, Black Hearts

⭐This Valentine’s, your heart might be the last thing you give away.

Yandere! Yan-Apocalypse

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Boss, Neighbor, Torture Professional, Loner

Drabbles

The perfect Valentine’s present: something personal, thoughtful, and won’t scream anymore.

If you want Physically Strong Readers:

Yandere! Superpowers AU

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Golden Hero, DILF! CEO, Host Club! King, Mortal Enemy

Drabbles

You were born with the most overpowered ability in existence. You just don’t care.