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silentglassbreak · 5 months ago

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Oh babe I hope I can make it!!😂💗

How about Noah dating firefighter? I love women in those fields, they are queens!

Maybe some angst like Noah being away on tour and reader having hard days at work, trying to hold it in cause she doesn't want to worry Noah when he's away, but she's avoiding daily facetime calls lately and Noah gets worried?

Doesn't have to be angst, I'll leave it up to you!

Thank you💗

Wow! We’ve finally made it to your ask, love! I’m sorry for how long it’s taken, but I promise to give this one some extra love - just for you! 😘

After Writing Notes: don't hate me

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Uhm...all of'em. No smut this time. Stressful situations. Angst. Mentions of death. Injury. Hospital setting. Burns.

All You Wanted

Noah was having a really bad day.

Not just shitty, or annoying, or rough.

Bad. Plain and simple.

First, his car wouldn’t start. He tried to turn it over so many times he killed what little juice was left in the battery. No one else was home to give him a ride to the auto parts store, so he had to call an Uber - heavy battery with him - to pick up a fresh one. After the new one was installed, and his car was back in commission, he realized that had taken up two hours.

Next, due to the car issues, he was late to the movie he planned to go see. By the time he was able to make his way to the theater, it was already half over. Rather than wait for another showtime, he elected to not even bother. He was too irritated to enjoy a movie.

Then, as he tried to relax at home and let the frustration of the day pass, he managed to spill his bowl of cereal all over his carpet.

“Did I break glass, or something?” He wondered too himself as his shop vac sucked up the milk and soggy Cinnamon Toast Crunch off of the floor.

However, his day was due to get worse, much to his dismay. He didn’t realize it, but when he set his bowl on his nightstand next to the bed, he slid the candle he kept there over as well. That would’ve been no issue, normally. However, in his haste to grab the vacuum before the milk set in to the carpet, he flung his duvet over the nightstand…

The smell of smoke wafted through his room, and he was almost too angry to notice it. Once he did, he turned to see the corner of his blanket on fire, spreading slowly to the rest of his bed.

Jumping back, he yelped in horror.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” He screamed, grabbing the water bottle he kept on his computer desk and spraying the half-empty contents onto the blaze.

It did virtually nothing, and he groaned, darting downstairs. Faster than he thought he could, he ran to the kitchen and grabbed the extinguisher from under the bathroom sink.

By the time he made it back to his bedroom, his entire bed was ablaze, pillows smoking heavily, and bed frame catching.

“Fuck!” He pulled the pin on the extinguisher, releasing the fog desperately, losing his breath as the mixture of fire retardant and smoke filled his lungs.

“Dude!” A voice came behind him, and he turned to see Jolly staring at him, grocery bag still in hand, a look of shock on his face.

Noah was coughing harshly now as Jolly’s hands came to wrap around the extinguisher.

“Go! Go outside and call 911! You need to breathe!”

Noah just nodded, backing out of the room and swiping his phone off of the desk. As he made his way down, his fingers dialed.

“911, what is your emergency?”

Noah and Jolly sat on the tailgate of Jolly’s pickup, staring at the house. Smoke still billowed out of the upstairs window of Noah’s room, and firefighters moved in and out of the house periodically.

The fire was out, but they still wouldn’t allow the men inside as they cleared it.

Noah’s room was about 50% burned, as he was told by the fire Captain. Luckily, the burn was contained to the bedroom, and nowhere else in the house sustained more than smoke damage. It was a relief, but also devastating. He didn’t know how much he lost of his belongings, but - at the very least - he’d be sleeping on the couch for a while.

“Guys?” Both of their heads looked up, seeing you stood in front of them. Your face still had soot coating your cheeks, and your hair was disheveled from the helmet you wore. “We’ve got the house secured and stabilized, so I’ll be able to take you in soon. The room will be off limits until the Fire Marshall can come through and confirm no structural damage to the walls or ceiling. We’ll seal it.”

Noah’s eyes fixed on you, wondering how, despite the gray cast on your skin and obvious sweat sheen on your forehead, you could manage to be so cute. You weren’t petite, per se, but you were small. Smaller than what he’d expected in a fire fighter. You stood with your shoulders square and tall, all business. The frayed, frizzy hair on your head was pulled back in a low ponytail.

“Have you both been checked out by EMS?” You pointed to both Noah and Jolly, and the two of them nodded in response. “Good. You want to take a look?”

Jolly clapped a hand to Noah’s shoulder, and hopped off of the truck. Following suit, Noah paced slowly behind both yourself and his brother, the guilt creeping in.

He had set his house on fire…

His home. His sanctuary. His haven. He lit it on fucking fire.

This was some kind of cosmic metaphor for his luck, right? That’s how his entire day had been…a dumpster fire.

Following you into the house, and trekking up the stairs, the guys stopped at the doorway to Noah’s room. Two additional firemen were poking around, checking for any embers.

First thing Noah noticed was that his bed was gone. Not burnt…gone. Reduced to ash on what used to be the carpet beneath it. The raw wood flooring was below, blackened. His nightstand was charred pretty badly, but one side of it was still the red oak color it was previously. His computer desk seemed virtually untouched, and he breathed relief from his lungs.

“Whose room is it?” You looked between the two boys, and Jolly looked at Noah from the side of his eyes. With a heavy sigh, Noah raised his hand begrudgingly. “Okay. If you need anything out of here, now is the time. We’ve taped off the areas you cannot walk in at all, so don’t step over the tape. Other than that, go ahead and grab your stuff.”

Noah nodded, taking a careful step into the room, the floor creaking with his weight. He clenched his jaw, and walked over to his laptop, pulling it from the desk and unplugging the charger. He gathered several other things he assumed he’d need for the next day or so, and stepped back out.

“The Marshall will be able to come by in the morning to inspect. After that, you can begin getting the repairs done.”

“Thank you.” He spoke to you directly, but didn’t look at you. Jolly had retreated to his own room, shutting the door behind him.

“Hey?” He looked up at you, eyes saddened. “You going to be okay?”

He nodded, moving past you down the hall. You followed him. “Yeah. Just kind of jarring. I’ve never had a fire before.”

You both padded down the stairs. “I get that.”

His shoulders bounced as he walked, and even three to four steps ahead, he was taller than you. You took note in your head of how large he was, and it made you smirk.

“You sure you're going to be alright?”

He didn’t answer verbally, rather just shrugged his shoulders and dropped his items on the couch. You began making your way toward the door, but turned around to look at him.

“Just out of curiosity,” His eyes flashed to look at yours, and you couldn’t help but notice that, like the rest of him, they were so big. “What started the fire? We couldn’t find the ignition source. We just knew it started on the bed.”

He scratched the back of his head, his lips turning up in a nervous smile.

“A candle.”

You raised your eyebrows. “A candle? On the bed?”

He shook his head. “No, it was on the nightstand. I dropped my blanket over it on accident, I think.”

Teeth biting into your lower lip, you suppressed the laugh that was bubbling in your chest. What an interesting way to start a fire? You had heard a lot of candle-related incidents, but this was a first.

"Well, probably best to not have candles in the room anymore?"

His eyes widened, and he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Never burning another candle again, actually."

You couldn't help it, the giggle escaped without being able to catch it. "Alright, well be careful in that room, okay?"

He acknowledged you silently, and you wanted to turn to leave, but you were distracted by the walls, decorated with framed vinyl, guitars, and magazine covers blown up to poster-size. You noticed in some of the photographs, him and the other man were posed with two other guys.

You pointed a finger to the poster directly in front of you. "You in a band or something?"

He smirked, leaning back on his heels. "Something like that?"

Nodding, you heard Ramos, your Captain, calling for you from outside.

"Well, what's it called? I'll listen to it."

"Bad Omens."

Turning your body toward the door, you probed a little further. "Right on. Rock, I assume?"

He nodded. "Metal."

Your teeth flashed, and you saw his eyes light up just a little. "Nice." Your name was called from outside again. "I didn't catch your name?"

You held your hand out for him to shake, and he took it gracefully.

"Noah."

His hand gave yours a firm shake. "Y/N. Nice to meet you, Noah."

With that, you began heading for the door.

"Uh," His voice chimed behind you, and you turned your neck back to him. "Could I, maybe, get your number?"

Your chest warmed, and the grin that spread across your face threatened to break your jaw bone. You thought about it for a moment, pulling your brows together. That was a bit forward, so you responded as appropriately as you could.

"125." And you began walking away.

"Wait, what?"

Still walking through the door, you turned around, and waved. "You'll figure it out."

It took three days. Three long, annoying days for him to figure it out.

But he did.

You were sat in the dorm, shaking off the two hours of sleep you had achieved before the alarm woke you up. It wasn't your turn to head out, but there was no sleeping through that noise. The last twenty-six hours had been grueling, and you couldn't wait to get through the next ten, and go home for your two days off.

You stalked into the kitchen, waiving at Gillman and Reed in the training room. The coffee was heavenly, warming your insides enough to fully wake.

"Y/L/N?" Your head cocked to the bay door, Ramos standing on the other side. You had your hips leaned against the counter, and you were too tired to stand at full attention. "There's someone here asking for you."

Cocking an eyebrow, you huffed away from the countertop, setting your coffee down, and walked to the door. Who the hell was going to come see you at work?

You pushed the heavy door open, and behind it, stood right next to engine #14, was a tall, brown-eyed boy, smiling at you. It had been such a long few days, you had honestly forgotten about your encounter with him back at his house. After you finished up the paperwork, it had been jammed into the back of your head.

"Hey?" You asked, crossing your arms in front of you. "I see you figured it out?"

He nodded, pursing his lips. "Station 125. Yep, took me a while."

Shaking your head, you laughed. "Well, what can I do for you?"

In his hand, he held a small brown paper bag, and presented it in front of him. "For you."

"What's this?"

Smirking, he handed you the gift. "Just a token of my gratitude."

Unfolding the top, you scoffed when you saw what was inside.

"A candle?"

He snorted. "Not just any candle." He took it from your hands, showing the label. "This is a WoodWick Sagewood scented candle." He placed it back in your hands. "It's exactly the same as the one that burned my bedroom down."

You laughed at this, gawking at the glass in your hand. "And why did you want me to have one?"

Suddenly, he looked unsure. "I had a really cool, witty reason, when I picked it up at the store. I can't seem to remember now, though." He scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "To be honest, it's my favorite scented candle."

You nodded, recognizing the sweet gesture. "Thank you."

It fell quiet between you both, and you put the candle back in the bag.

"So." You set the bag down on the step of the engine, and recrossed your arms.

"So." He repeated. His eyes darted around the bay, taking all of it in. "You're a fire fighter, huh?"

This made you outright cackle. "Yeah? What gave me away?"

He sighed out a defeated chuckle. "Yeah, that was a dumb question."

"Why did you come here, Noah? Just to give me a candle?"

He shook his head, hands buried in his pockets once again. "No, I uh," He took a deep breath and looked at you. "I came to ask you on a date."

Your eyebrows shot up. "A date?"

"Mhm." Noah chewed on the inside of his cheek.

"Noah, you know nothing about me."

He leaned forward for emphasis. "Right, usually what people do on dates - " He put a hand up to gesture between you. "get to know each other."

Well, hard to argue that.

"I mean, you don't know if I'm married or have a boyfriend."

"Do you?" He didn't seem bothered by your statement, his question sounding more like a formality.

"Well, no."

"You're allowed to say no." He smiled, then. It was genuine, and it made one of your own creep onto your face.

"I wasn't going to."

6 Months Later

"Noah, it's not that big of a deal." You trudged through the airport toward the Delta desk, and stood behind at least twelve people, your phone pressed firmly to your cheek.

"It's a huge deal, babe!" He sounded so exasperated. "I haven't seen you in two weeks, and I miss you!"

You giggled, leaning your head back. "I miss you too, honey, but shit happens. I'll catch the next available flight, and I'll be there before you know it."

"Think they'll have another one today?" You glanced around the airport, seeing the groups of displaced, disgruntled passengers.

"With this storm? It's doubtful. I overheard one of the workers saying winds were as strong as one hundred miles per hour."

"Okay, but once you're up at altitude, none of that matters."

You rolled you eyes. "Can't get up to altitude if the plane blows out of the sky, babe."

"I know, I know. I'm just pissed off."

The line was crawling, but you were slowly getting closer to the desk.

"It's alright. I'll make something happen, okay? As soon as I have news, I'll call you?"

"Okay, babe. I love you."

Your face blushed. You still weren't used to that. "Love you too."

You disconnected the call and took a deep breath.

The woman working for Delta Airlines looked as stressed as a person could be without physically combusting.

"Hello, are you here about the cancelled flight?" You just nodded, showing your boarding pass on your phone. "Okay. Well, all of our flights have been cancelled until further notice. We have no way of knowing when the storm will die down, so right now, we're not rescheduling any flights. We're only offering a credit."

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to get too upset. "Do you know if any other airlines are still booking flights?"

She shook her head. "We've all been grounded until the wind dies down."

Shrugging hard, you gave her your information so she could put in for the credit, and walked away from the desk. You decided not to call Noah back right away, needing to deal with the irritation and disappointment yourself first.

You called an Uber outside the airport, and made your way the short distance back to the apartment. After you had huffed your bag down onto the couch, you sat on the edge of your bed, allowing yourself a moment to sulk.

The last six months had been a dream. After your first date with Noah, which included a dinner at a beachside restaurant in Santa Monica and arcade games at the pier, you and him were absolutely intertwined together. The clicking noise you made was loud and strong, keeping you both in a stranglehold over each other.

As different of people as you were, you learned that Noah was not nearly as different from you as you had assumed. He grew up in West Virginia, a rough life, dropped out of high school, joined a band young, and ended up a successful rockstar after twelve years of hard, rigorous work.

Your life had been quite the opposite. You had lived in Los Angeles your entire life, namely Orange County. You lived with both parents, who were mostly well-off with high powered careers. They wanted a lot for you, growing up. Education. Career. Family. Marriage.

You wanted none of it. You wanted to be free. You wanted to get tattoos and go to festivals in the desert. You wanted to know who you were spiritually. You wanted to paint and sketch. You wanted to find out who you were.

Somewhere along the way, in your twenties, you learned more about yourself than you ever wanted. You learned that you trusted too easy. You were easily persuaded and pressured. You weren't prepared for the life you thought you wanted.

So, like a lot of young, naive women do in the city of angels, you got run down, stepped on, and burned out. Sex, drugs, rock and roll, that's what it was all about right?

It wasn't until your last relationship ended - badly - that you decided you were done. You wanted chaos, but the kind you could stop. The kind you could help. You found firefighting. It was a big adjustment, but you took to it well. You did the courses, you took the classes. In less than a year, you were out in the field with all the men, running into the blaze and extinguishing the flames.

It was incredible.

So, where did that leave you and Noah? You worked thirty-six hour shifts with eight hours in between until your mandatory two days off every ten days. It was grueling, but he stuck it out. He'd visit you on your overnights when it had been quiet, bringing food and promising not to get in the way. When you had your days off, he typically kidnapped you, holding you hostage in his bed for the duration.

Noah's life was busy as well, constantly touring, it felt like. Currently, he was in Philadelphia, a show later that evening. You had taken your seven vacation days and had planned to fly out to Pennsylvania, travel with him to his next two shows, and fly home with him from New York City. He had four weeks off before he had to head over to Europe, and he claimed to spend as much of that time with you as humanly possible.

Imagine how much of a kink this storm put in his plans.

The phone rang on the other end while you waited for him to pick up. You laid flat on your back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Hey! I go on stage in ten minutes. Did you rebook the flight?"

You sighed hard. "No."

"No? Why not?"

"Noah, all of the flights are grounded because of the storm. They don't know when they'll be back up, so they wouldn't rebook me."

You could hear the agitation leaking out of his voice. "God damn it!"

"Don't get too worked up before the show. I'll be out there as soon as I can, okay?"

"Has there been any news of how long this shit's supposed to go on for?"

You threw an arm over your eyes. "The weather report I read says it could last through Monday."

"Monday?! We're supposed to be on our way home by then!"

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you kept your voice even. "Noah, please don't yell at me."

"Doesn't this bother you?" He was frustrated, and you knew that it wasn't your fault. You knew that he knew that, but it didn't help the feeling that he was angry with you for something completely out of your control.

"Of course it does, babe, but there's nothing I can do." You sat up, crossing your legs in front of you.

He scoffed on the other end. "Yeah, alright, whatever."

You rolled your eyes. "Baby," He didn't say anything. "I get you're mad, but please don't take it out on me?"

"I got to go."

Your heart sunk a little, a stinging in your eyes emerging. "Okay. Have a great show okay?" Again, he didn't respond. "I love you, Noah."

"Yep. Bye." And the line went dead.

The night had drug on. You waited as patiently as you could for the concert to end, and to give Noah enough time to relax before you tried reaching out. After three hours, you decided enough time had passed, and you dialed him.

But he didn’t answer.

Instead of blowing up his phone like your internal anxiety was trying to convince you to, rather, you decided to send him a simple text.

You: Hey, I know you’re upset, baby. I’m sorry this didn’t work out the way we wanted, but just know that I love you, and I will see you as soon as I possibly can. Call me when you get a chance. ❤️

You dropped your phone on the bed and sighed loudly, walking over to the couch to begin unpacking your bag.

By the end of the night, you hadn’t had a single text or call from Noah, so you had tried to accept that he just wasn’t going to reach out anymore tonight. You’d try again tomorrow. You loved Noah, more than you could’ve ever expected, but the speed at which he threw a tantrum like a child was a turn off, and you were combatting the urge to cringe at the thought.

You had only been together six months. You had no baggage together. You lived apart. You had no pets or plants together. You didn’t have any financial ties. If things didn’t work out, it was as simple as goodbye.

And as much as you loved Noah, you couldn’t help but feel the tug inside, reminding you that this wasn’t the first fit Noah had thrown over not getting his way.

He wanted to take you out for your birthday six weeks ago. You didn’t know where, it was a surprise. But you ended up called in to work, and it was an all hands on deck. Forest fire. They were everywhere lately, and when you were called, it was non-negotiable.

Noah hadn’t taken that too well. He begged you not to go, asked you to fake sick or pretend to be out of town. That was not happening. You had a job - an important job. It wasn’t as if you didn’t go in, the work would be there tomorrow. This wasn’t cancelling a concert. There were lives on the line.

He didn’t comprehend that in the moment, and stormed out of your apartment. He didn’t call you until the following day, after you had been out for sixteen hours and had finally fallen into your pillows to sleep for five hours before going back out. He was apologizing frantically, and begging you to forgive him.

And truly? You were too tired not to. You let him come over and snuggle you a while before you had to leave again.

Then there was the time you were too sick to come over. That was earlier on in the relationship, so his reaction was slightly less dramatic, but it was still frustrating nonetheless.

You had been fevering and vomiting the entire day. It was one of your off-days, and he wanted to you to go to his place to watch movies and whatever else came with that. In the state you were in, it was entirely out of the question. Besides the fact that you were likely contagious, you were disgusting. Your hair was greasy from sweat, your skin was a sickening pale, and you spent 80% of the day hugging the toilet and emptying your stomach violently.

Rather than throwing an all out fit, he just resorted to texting you here and there to check in, but kept his messages cold. He showed up the following day with supplies, mask on, and claimed he really didn’t care if he got sick or not.

You overlooked it.

There were small things that happened here and there, but it never was enough to stick out in your mind.

But tonight, this just felt off-putting. More so than before.

You tossed and turned on the mattress, your heart begging for your phone to chime, proving your assumptions were wrong…but it never did.

As your mind drifted closer to sleep, the memories began rolling into your brain.

“Noah, I don’t understand why you can’t just tell me where we’re going!”

His lips were plucked up into a playful smirk. “Wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you!”

He guided your hand, trailing you behind him, and trekking through the trees around you.

“Are you bringing me out here to murder me?”

He turned, stopping, look of absolute horror on his face. “Who told you?!”

You lowered your lids and shifted your weight one one leg, rolling your eyes. He giggled in response.

“Babe, just trust me, okay?”

You continued to follow him deeper into the forest, losing your way from the path further and further.

“We’re lost, aren’t we?”

Before you could get a response, you hit a break in the treeline, and a large clearing laid out before you. It was beautiful and picturesque, looking to span about a square quarter mile. So out of place among the expanse of greenery, you gazed around, taking it in.

“Oh wow.” The air in the clearing was sweeter than the woods, and you could see white butterflies catching the light pooling on the grass.

“Come on.” He was still pulling you toward the far side of the clearing.

At the edge, he stopped abrupt, and gestured with a hand toward some large stones near the trees. Taking a step closer, you could see more clearly that the moss-covered fixtures weren’t any stones.

They were headstones.

Stepping forward carefully, you pulled a large arm of vines off of one that was cross-shaped, revealing the crumbling rock, engraving nearly illegible. You took a step back, and noticed rows and rows of them along the trees. They blended in naturally, overtaken by the Earth.

“Noah,” You turned to look at him. “whose graves are these?”

He shrugged his shoulders, walking up to one that was broken in half.

“I found this clearing about a year ago while hiking. There’s twenty-two graves here. Most of the etchings are illegible or worn off now, but the couple I found date back to the early 1900s.” He approached one in particular, smaller than the ones around it.

Squatting down, he brushed the moss off of the plaque and read it aloud.

“Emily Wheatley. Born 1913. Died 1918.”

The thought made your heart hurt. “She was five…”

Your voice was somber.

“Yeah, from what I gather, these are all people who died during the Spanish Flu pandemic.” He patted the tiny stone with care, and stood back up. “Back in that time, so many people were dying so fast, a lot of folks just ended up buried on their own properties or in their communities. Maybe that’s what happened here?”

You nodded, bending down to another grave, running your hand over the decaying concrete. “These tombstones look handmade.”

He nodded. “I bet they were.”

Your fingers touched the cracks of the stones, feeling the lives that were laid to rest here. Such a beautiful place to spend eternity.

“These are incredible, Noah.”

Looking up at him, he smiled down at you. “I’d hoped you’d like it.”

Your eyes danced from each grave. “Like it? It’s so serene. So stunning. I could stay here for hours. I love it.”

“I love you.”

If you had been any more entranced with your surroundings, you would’ve missed it. It was so quiet and uncertain.

Your eyes peered up to Noah, who looked wrecked with nerves.

“What?” You stood, looking directly at him.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Your bottom lip twitched, a heavy tingling sensation covering your face.

“I love you too.”

His eyes lit up, but he didn’t smile yet.

“Really?”

All you had to do was kiss him. That’s all you could manage, overwhelmed with emotion. His lips pressed against yours, hands wrapping around you and lifting your feet off the ground.

His admission was so raw, in this beautiful, wonderful place of death and rest. You had never felt more sure about anything other than the fact that you loved Noah, and you would never stop.

The ringtone sounded like a shrill scream, waking you from the memory that was laid softly in your brain, buzzing you in your sleep and helping you forget your worries or concerns.

For a split second, your heart leapt, thinking only one person could be calling you at whatever hour this is, right? The clock on your nightstand told you it was four-thirty in the morning.

Your hand scrambled to your bedside table to answer the call, failing to even check the screen for who was calling. You were so sure of who it was…

“Hello?”

“Y/L/N?” Ramos’ gruff voice rang through the receiver. You flopped your body back onto the bed, internally groaning.

“Yes sir?”

“Did you make it out of town before the flights were grounded?”

You scrubbed a hand over your eyes. “No, sir. I was going to try and get another today.”

“No dice, unfortunately. The storm’s gotten worse.”

This time, your displeasure came out audibly. “Lovely.”

“Sorry about that, kid. But, listen, we have an all hands situation.”

You sat up now, already swinging your legs off of the mattress.

“Yeah? Where?”

“The Cajon Pass. LA Fire’s called in hands in six additional counties. They’ve so far had over a hundred acres burnt and the wind is causing a rapid spread.”

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, and put your phone down on the counter, now on speaker.

“Any aerial attempts yet?”

“Mhm. They’ve dropped 4,000 gallons so far.”

Sucking your teeth, you let your head fall back. “Damn.” You began running a brush through your hair. “Alright, when do we head out?”

“Thirty minutes.”

You picked up your phone, staring at the screen. “I’ll be there.”

You ended the call, and quickly swiped to your home screen.

No missed calls. No missed texts.

Despite the volume of people riding in the engine, the air was silent. It always was when you headed to the site of a wildfire. No matter how much you thought you knew about it, it was always worse than you were expecting, so you never found any lightheartedness in the atmosphere.

You sat next to Ramos as he tightened the boots on his feet. Your back was leaned heavy against the side of the rig, the bench bouncing beneath you as you headed toward the approaching disaster.

Your mind should’ve been running through the brief again, or reciting your safety protocols. But you were too focused elsewhere.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Noah.

Fingers hooked onto the gold chain you wore around your neck, the small glass stone smooth as you twirled it back and forth. The necklace was newer to you, only haven been gifted it two months ago before Noah left on tour, but even then - you hadn’t removed it once.

It was a custom piece. The glass was hand-blown and a beautiful shade of amber. It was clouded with ash - specifically from burnt sage. Noah had told you it was a representative of the both of you, and it signified that although you had met under such unfortunate circumstances, you had managed to find something so stunning in the process - much like the stone.

While thinking of this, you felt conflicted. Emotions over your relationship with Noah were so back and forth, frustrating you.

The look on your face must have been telling, because a hand dropped on your knee, and you looked up to Ramos.

“You alright there, kid?”

Nodding, you gave him a half-smile. “Yeah. Just a lot on my mind.”

“Bummed about having to change your plans?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you ran your palms over the tops of your thighs.

“Yeah.”

“That’s not too convincing. Weren’t you going to see Noah back East?”

“Right.”

He leaned back, turning his head to look directly at you. “Was he upset?”

Lifting your eyebrows, you breathed heavily. “Oh, yeah.”

“Well, hopefully once this fucking wind dies down, you can head out there.”

You let your eyes fall to the window on the opposing side of the engine, letting your vision unfocus.

“Or not.”

This caught him, his eyebrow raising suspiciously.

“Oh?”

Over the years, you’d come to learn that Ramos was more than just your Captain at times. He also had become one of the few people in your life that you could consider a friend. He was a staggering twelve years older than you, so he gave an older-sibling, protective type persona. It made life easier when you had a safe place to come to with your personal problems.

You sighed heavily, rubbing your temples. “I can’t say for sure if I I’ll be joining Noah.”

“Because of the transportation issues?”

Shaking your head, you fiddled with you fingers in your lap. “Not just that. He hasn’t even texted me back since last night.”

He grunted. “Why? Was he mad at you?”

“I don’t know if he was mad at me, but I know he felt like I didn’t care that our plans were cancelled. Which is ridiculous, you know that.” You looked up at him, and he nodded in return.

“Right.” He gave a short response so he could leave space for you to continue.

“So I don’t fucking get why he catches such a fucking attitude with me!” You slapped a hand down on your leg in irritation. “Like, who does he think he is? I didn’t cause the God damn storm! I didn’t force the planes down on the ground! I wanted to see him just as badly! I’m just an adult who understands that throwing a tantrum gets us nowhere, so fuck me, right?”

Letting out a hard breath you had been holding, you let the words vibrate off of you, lifting a weight off of your spine you didn’t notice before.

He chuckled low, staring down at you. “How’d that feel?”

You had your eyes closed, enjoying the lighter feeling. “Good. I had been holding it in.”

“As usual.” He bumped your shoulder, making you look up at him. “Give him a little time, Y/N. He’ll come around. He always does.”

You shrugged. “I know he does. But how many times is he going to do this? It’s stupid, and it makes me anxious for literally no reason every time. Sure, he says he’s sorry after, but that’s doesn’t erase the feeling.”

Considering this, Ramos nodded his head. “That’s valid. You know better than I do that maturity doesn’t exactly come naturally to us men. He’s, what, twenty-nine?”

“Twenty-eight.”

“Right, so he’s practically a teenager, still. I’m not saying that excuses his behavior. Not at all. But I’m just saying, I was very similar at that age. I get it.”

You shrugged. “How long did it take you to quit acting like a child?”

He laughed again. “Ask my wife, and she’ll tell you I never did.”

You smirked, your hand finding your necklace again, twirling it around in your fingers. His words permeated you.

Maybe he was right. Maybe you just needed to give Noah some time to navigate his own emotions. At some point, preferably soon, you’d need to talk to him so you both could work out the behavior. Maybe there was something you were doing that could be improved as well as him?

Maybe the consideration of ending things was a bit premature.

Pulling out your phone, you checked and saw your messages had still been unread. Shaking off the sinking feeling, you typed out a quick message.

You: Hey babe. I got called out to a wildfire in the Cajon Pass. Flights are still grounded. I’m so sorry this didn’t go the way we wanted, but when I get home, I need to hear your voice. I know you’re upset, but I really think we should talk. I’ll call you as soon as I’m headed home. I love you, Noah. I hope you had a great show, and slept well. Talk to you soon.

Noah stared out of the window, rain pelting the glass, creating designs in the cityscape below.

“You going sit there and brood, or are you going to come eat?" Folio's voice bounced off of the glass he stared into. He wanted nothing more than to tell him to fuck right off and not bother responding, but he knew that wasn't going to get him anywhere he wanted to be.

With a huff, he stood up out of the chair, and stalked over to the table the rest of the guys sat at. Nick was shoveling bacon into his mouth while Jolly sipped coffee from his mug. Folio was finishing off the last of his pancakes with urgent bites.

Noah stared down at his breakfast, grimacing at the plate. He wasn't hungry, but if he didn't eat now, he couldn't even guess when he would be willing to try again. Reluctantly, he picked up his fork and dug into the scrambled eggs.

"Dude, if you're so bent out of shape over it, why don't you just call her?" Jolly set his cup down and leaned back in his chair.

"If she wanted to talk, she would've called. She's probably pissed at me." Noah rolled the bland food around in his mouth, setting his fork down and groaning. "She should be. I was such a dick."

"Or," Nick spoke up from across the table, looking up at Noah with deep seated, irritated eyes. "she's waiting for your tantrum to be over, and for you to call her. You are the one who hung up on her, remember?" His best friend was the least patient with Noah's temper.

"Alright, I get it, okay? I already said I was a dick." Noah threw himself back in the chair, snarling back at Nick.

Nick, however, wasn't having it. Instead, he set his cup down and crossed his arms over his chest. "Do you get it? Or are you just saying that until the next time you act like a baby?"

The words came off Noah's lips like venom. "The fuck did you just say to me?"

"Let's keep it calm, guys." Jolly's Dad voice started emerging. Folio eye's flashed between his two brothers anxiously.

"You fucking heard me, dude. I'm so sick of your mood swings every time you decide to be an ass to her. That girl isn't going to put up with you forever, you know that?" Nick was nonchalant in his tone, but his words were just as sharp as his counterpart's.

Noah stood, catching the edge of his plate and making a sharp clattering on the table.

"Fuck you, dude!" He tossed a stray apple from the fruit bowl in the center of the table at Nick. "You don't know shit!"

Nick caught the apple, standing nearly in sync with Noah.

"No? I haven't known you longer than everyone else here? I haven't watched you drive away girl after girl after girl?" He gestured with his hands in a circular motion.

Noah scoffed. "What difference does it make to you? It's not your relationship." His hands were balled into fists at his sides.

Nick snorted, incredulous. "Well, for starters, every time this happens, we all have to deal with your bullshit attitude!" His eyebrows raised, and the other two men at the table looked away.

"On top of that," Nick kept speaking before Noah could rebut his argument. "this one actually fucking loves you, you jackass." These words came out just a touch softer, and Noah deflated like a punctured balloon. His shoulders fell in, signaling his instant defeat.

Nick continued. "Y/N is a rad fucking girl, man. We all like her." Jolly and Folio nodded in agreement. "We don't want you to fuck this one up. She deserves better than you throwing a fit like a toddler when you don't get your way."

That stung.

Noah didn't enjoy being this way. He never tried to hurt you. If there was one thing that came with a lack of upbringing and a tumultuous adolescence, it was a complete and total absence of understanding emotion.

He didn't know how to deal with it. Anger? Sadness? Happiness? Those were - for lack of a better term - big fucking emotions, and he never knew where to put them. Reigning them in was not something he was fluent in at all, and he hated that about himself.

Every time this happened, and he found himself lashing out or turning cold toward you, he told himself that was the last time. He wouldn't keep doing this. It wasn't fair to you that he didn't know a better way to express himself than to take it out on you. To Nick's credit, he was right. It was surprising you had stayed.

"I don't-" Noah cut himself off, biting his own tongue before another excuse rolled off of it. He instead opted for the far more bitter option. "I know."

He shrugged back down into his chair, face falling into his hands. "I can't keep doing this. I'm going to lose her if I do." His words came out muffled, but they had heard him.

"Just call her, man." Nick's voice was relaxed, now. Back to it's normal cadence.

"I'm going to." He stood again, heading for the other side of the room where his phone sat on the bedside table. He picked it up, noting still no notifications on the screen. His insides clenched.

"What do I even say?" He chewed his bottom lip.

"Tell her you forgot to take your phone off Do Not Disturb after the show." Folio said around the food in his mouth.

Noah rolled his eyes. "I don't think lying to her is the right choice, bro."

Folio just lifted his shoulders, smirking.

Swiping open the phone, it opened to his banking app, which was the last thing he had used before he fell asleep the night before. But before he could close it, against the dark background of the screen, he saw it. Upper left corner of the screen.

The tiny white moon.

"Oh fuck!"

Nick's face fell. "You fucking didn't."

"I always turn it off! I never forget!"

Jolly spoke up. "You were worked up last night..."

Noah swiped to the home screen, seeing the 2 icon on top of the message app. He also saw the signal of missed calls. His fingers ripped through his hair, and he stood up.

"At least you're not lying to her!" Folio added as Noah pressed the phone to his face, immediately calling you back.

Your phone rang, but he was eventually met with your voicemail.

"Fuck! What time is it in California?"

"Seven." Jolly responded.

"She's probably sleeping." Noah maneuvered to the messages, seeing the message from last night first, his heart sinking.

He felt like a combination of dirt and that residue that gum leaves on the bottom of your shoe.

He then saw the message from this morning, and sank down onto the end of the bed, staring blankly.

"What's wrong, dude?" Nick nodded to Noah, trying to get his attention.

"There's uh," He tried to calm his racing thoughts. "there's a fire in the Cajon Pass. She got called down to help."

"How long ago did she text you?"

Noah sighed heavily. "Two hours ago. She's probably just getting started out there."

His fingers began frantically typing a response to you.

Noah: Hey baby. I'm so fucking sorry. My phone was on DND overnight, and I'm such an idiot and didn't turn it off. I'm an idiot for more than just that. I'm sorry for how I acted. I know that wasn't okay, and I can't even begin to tell you how awful I feel. I promise I will make it up to you as soon as humanly possible. Please call me as soon as you can. Please be safe. I love you, more than you could ever know.

"How long does she usually stay out?"

Folio and Jolly stared at Noah, the sounds of all of the people moving around the room blurring together as he stared at the unread message he had sent over twelve hours prior.

"It really varies. Sometimes hours? Days? Depends on the fire."

Folio was staring down at his phone now, eyes fixed on something on the screen. His elbow tapped Jolly, handing him the device. Jolly's eyes scanned the text on the phone, and sighed hard. This all went unseen to Noah, who was just spacing out at his own text.

"Why don't you try calling again?" Folio chimed.

"I've tried to call six times." His voice was solemn.

"Have you called the station?" Noah's eyes flicked up to Nick, who was now staring down at him from where he stood directly in front of his legs.

Noah hadn't considered it, but what could it hurt?

The line rang twice before Reed answered. "Station 125. Is this an emergency?"

"It's not. I don't think. Reed, is that you?"

"Who's calling?"

Noah tried to keep his patience. "It's Noah."

"Oh." The man on the other line paused. "Hey Noah, hang on, okay?"

For a split second, he felt bad. He was calling her job. They had more important things to worry about than him and his paranoia.

This only lasted that split second, when the line picked back up.

"Noah?" The deep, raspy voice was unmistakable.

"Ramos?" Why was he talking to your boss, and not you? "Hey, is Y/N around?"

"She, uh" He cleared his throat. "she's not right now."

"Did she go home already?"

The line was silent. Eerily blank, white noise buzzing through the receiver.

"Are you in town, Noah? Can you come to the station?"

Something in Noah's stomach twisted hard, the little food he had eaten that day threatening to make a reappearance.

His words. His tone.

"I'm in New York." Was all Noah could get out without retching.

Ramos sighed. "If it's possible, I think it's best you get here soon."

"Ramos..." Noah was standing, back stiff as drywall. "Where is she?"

"Listen, I'm going to tell you this, but I need you to stay calm, alright?"

Noah didn't audibly respond, praying he would just continue.

"We don't know exactly where she is."

The ground fell out under his feet. Noah was free-falling through space and time, only the words swirling around him.

"What?" The word came out as a breath, or what was supposed to be one.

"The fire had spread to several neighborhoods. She went out with a unit lead by LA Fire. There were some collapses, and they're still trying to get everyone evacuated and located."

English was no longer Noah's first language. It was panic.

"What?!" His voice topped out, cracking hard at the end. "What do you mean?! Was she in a building when it collapsed?! Is she hurt?!"

"Noah, calm down."

"Calm down?!" Hands were on his shoulders, trying to physically restrain his arms flailing. "Why are you in Calabasas?! Why aren't you out there?!"

"Noah, I had to come back and get some food and rest. I'm headed back out in five minutes to rejoin search and rescue. We're going to find her."

The water flowing down Noah's cheeks went entirely unnoticed. He couldn't form any more words.

"Like I said before, it's best if you get here soon."

East to West Coast flights are already long. However, they tend to be much longer when you're working hard to not go into full panic attack mode.

Noah hated flying. Despite Nick being sat next to him, soothing small circles into the back of his hand every time he would begin to tremble, he was a semi-catatonic mess the entirety of the plane ride.

It wasn't until they were pulling up off of the highway, right to the barricades set up by the fire engines, did he feel himself come back to life. Ramos met them at the edge of the blockade, waving them through. He then took them on a short drive in his Jeep through the hills. What started as plush greenery, soon turned to charred, blackened, ashy mess. The sky grayed over them, the rising sun not having a prayer of breaking through the deep hue of sobering truth in front of them.

The small, hillside town hidden within the Pass was completely leveled. Buildings barely stood, crumbling horrifically around them.

"Now listen, you two will do as I say, when I say it, is that understood?" His voice was stern, all business.

Nick answered audibly, but Noah just shook his head as he watched the destroyed town around him. Civilians sat in ambulances, wrapped in blankets. Firemen in all different uniform colors roamed the streets around them. It resembled a warzone.

"How did this happen?" Noah spoke against the glass.

"We haven't determined the cause yet, but our best guess is a series of bonfires. Add the high winds?"

Noah's spine tingled at the thought.

"Now, listen, you two are here on a volunteer basis. There will be waivers to sign, and we'll get you some gear. I'm going to take you to the neighborhood where Y/N was last seen. We're looking for any and all civilians. Alive, or otherwise."

Noah's neck snapped to his left, staring at the large man next to him.

"Otherwise?" He swallowed hard. "People died?"

"Seventeen confirmed deaths so far. Eighty-six injured."

Noah's heart rate sped up to an alarming pace. "God."

A hand clapped over his shoulder. "We'll find her." Nick's voice rang in his ear.

Noah walked through the strip mall, poker in hand, and overturning debris. So far, he had found a lot of nothing. A few burnt rats, a lot of smoldering wood from building rafters. No sign of life in any of the shops he had wandered into, Nick on his heels.

"I don't think anyone's in here." His brother's voice rang behind him. He sucked his teeth.

"I don't think so either."

The radio on the heavy coat he wore began blaring, startling him.

"We've got six survivors, four are critical." The voice rattled off the location, which was less than a quarter mile from where they were currently searching. Their eyes stared at each other, before they made a dash for the exit, headed for the street toward the area where the people were found.

Noah ran toward the ambulances, a heavy hand catching him in the chest. Peering down at him was Ramos, a serious scowl crossing his face.

"Wait here." He let out a breath. "We've got her."

His breathing picked up, and he removed his respirator. "She's alive?"

"She's hanging on. EMTs said she's got full thickness burns to her legs, face, and back. She didn't have her helmet on."

His eyes caught the ambulance leaving, sirens screaming. "Where are they taking her?"

"UCI. She'll be taken to the remote area where she can be airlifted."

Noah began ripping the gear off. "I've got to go with her."

Noah didn't like airplanes. He really didn't like helicopters.

In all fairness, this had been his first time on one, but given the circumstances? He hated them. They were terrifying, but it didn't matter.

He stared at the stretcher, your body covered in heat-protecting blankets. What little of your face he could see under the bandages was charred, blistering and bleeding. It made his heart invert, his entire being hurting at the sight. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have had the audacity to hang up on you, give you attitude, and then not return your calls? It was unforgivable. He deserved for you to hate him. Leave him. Never want to see him again.

But all he could do was watch you. Listen to the heart monitor beep to remind him you were still here.

How could this have happened? You were so smart. You had taken so many courses. Why would you take off your helmet and respirator, exposing your face to the flames? Your jacket was found with you, and was one of the only ways they were able to identify you.

Aside from your hair, build, and general appearance, you were unrecognizable. Your body was mauled so badly by the flames.

The hospital staff frenzied around you, ripping your hand out of his without question, and whisked you to the ICU. He was told he had to wait, and if that wasn't the most devastating thing he had heard...

Nick, Ramos, and Reed all joined him at the hospital an hour later, as quickly as they could. They received updates every few hours. You had stabilized quickly, and they were keeping you under observation, treating the smoke inhalation and infection risk before moving you to the burn unit.

Jolly and Folio showed up six hours later, having caught a later flight than Noah and Nick. All of the men sat, deathly silent, until a nurse called Noah's name.

He walked over to her too quickly, but she was unbothered.

"Mr. Sebastian," She held a clipboard in her small hands. "Y/N will be moved to the burn unit as soon as a room becomes available."

"When can I see her?" His words were shaky, his hands knotting in the hair on top of his head.

"The doctor has advised she can have up to two visitors." Her eyes glanced back at the group sat behind Noah. "You have to change into sterile clothing that we can provide. The risk of infection is extreme."

Noah nodded. He looked back at Ramos, who was now standing behind him. "Okay, we'll go in."

She smiled sweetly. "Follow me."

The nurse led Noah and Ramos to a small locker room, sealed packages of lime green scrubs laid on the bench.

"Once you're done, come to the nurse's station."

Noah changed as quickly as possible, sitting on the bench while he waited for the other man to finish. He was annoyed at how long it was taking, but he used this moment to take a deep breath, leaning his head against the lockers behind him.

"It's good that you came, man." The voice that came out was so tired. It sounded the same way Noah felt.

"Of course I did. How could I not?"

Ramos chuckled at Noah's humorless tone. "I just mean, I know it'll mean a lot to her, that's all."

"I love her." His words weren't spoken to convince or persuade. They were just fact. They hung in the air on an invisible thread.

Ramos stood, staring at him, a blank expression on his face. "She loves you too. Don't forget that."

With that, they both made their way back to the nurse. Gloved and masks on, they were allowed behind the large glass door. A heavy white blanket pulled up over you to your shoulders. Bandages now covered the entirety of your face, small amount of hair sticking out in random places. Your body was propped up slightly on the side, likely due to the burns covering your back. Small spots of blood were etched into the pillow and sheets beneath you. Your eyes were closed, and a large tube was jutting from your lips.

Both men had been instructed not to touch you. Noah felt the physical ache in his fingers to not reach out and touch what little unmarred skin was left, signaling somehow that he was there. He was never leaving.

Ramos took a heavy seat in the chair next to your bed, staring down at you, disbelief painting his features.

"I've been at this job for twenty-one years, Noah."

The deep brown eyes flashed over to him, now wet with tears.

"I'll tell you, this never gets easier."

Noah tears fell freely, his hand bracing on the rail on the side of the bed.

Hours passed, Noah and Ramos unmoving except for when the nurse came in to check your vitals. He had been told you would not be allowed visitors in the burn unit, so he was getting as much time as he could with you.

He was, however, worn down.

After a while, Ramos stood, stretching his arms over his head. "Noah?"

He tore his eyes off of you, staring up at your friend. "Take a minute. You look like you're about ready to fall over."

Shaking his head, Noah breathed for the first time in what felt like days. "I'm fine."

"At least see if they've got a pillow. You can recline this chair and try to relax."

His stare challenged Ramos, but was met with an even more intimidating glare.

"I'm not asking."

After a moment, and an unwavering stare, Noah finally receded, backing slowly from the room. Once the door slid shut behind him, he let his shoulders sink, ripping the gloves from his sweaty palms, chucking them in the bin.

He stepped over to the nurse's desk, smiling as genuinely as he could.

"You wouldn't by chance have a pillow?"

Her grin was warm, her small frame standing. "Of course, honey. Give me a second."

She disappeared from her chair, pacing to a small room next to the desk.

Noah's eyes wandered as he waited, his teeth ripping at the dried skin on his bottom lip. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a shiny plastic on the desk under the counter. His tall stance leaned over, hand reaching down to run his fingers over the smooth bag. It was clear, and he could see the shredded remains of a navy blue t-shirt, yellow pants, and...

A stone?

His palm gripped the bag, lifting it over the counter and up closer to his face. Inside the sealed plastic, he could see it shining back at him, small amount of soot coating it.

Your necklace.

The nurse returned, two pillows and a folded blanket under her arm, pulling him from his focus.

"Hey, uh," He set the bag down on the counter. "these are her belongings. Can I open this?" He pressed a finger into the bag.

She adjusted the glasses on her face, and pulled the bag away from him, looking down at the label. Her lips puckered, eyes reading the words.

"I'm sorry, honey. This is someone else's."

Noah's brain blanked out.

"No. No, this is her stuff. That's her necklace."

She shook her head. "No, dear. This came in with someone else."

His hand slammed down on the counter with a sharp thud, making the nurse visibly jump.

"No, no! This is hers. I gave her that necklace!"

Her eyes deadpanned at him.

"Sweetheart, I think you're confused. This came in hours before she did, with another person."

Noah's eyes stared deep at her, working to make sense of her words.

"What do you mean? Who had her necklace?"

She sighed hard. "I can't tell you anything about other patients."

His voice snapped. "No one else could have that necklace! It was made for her!"

"Mr. Sebastian, I need you to calm down."

"Who had the necklace, damn it! Those are her clothes! That's her stuff!"

The nurse squeezed her eyes for a moment. "You're certain?"

"Where is the person who came in with these?!" His hand snatched the bag from her hand.

"No, you have to be mistaken, Mr. Sebastian. You identified her."

He stopped, heart seizing.

"Where are they?"

"You identified her, right?"

"Where are they?!"

His fingers squeezed the bag until his fingers nearly ripped into it. The nurse, fully stunned, spoke quietly.

"Mr. Sebastian, your girlfriend is in that room. These can't be hers, because these bags," She patted the stack of plastic on the desk. "are on their way to the morgue."

His chest imploded, his knees shaking.

"That's not..." His brain sparked and sizzled at her words.

"That's not hers." The nurse repeated back to him, but he couldn't hear.

He dropped the plastic, and his body turned. His fingers plucked the mask up over his mouth, his eyes wide as saucers as he slid the door open. He could hear the footsteps behind him.

"Ramos?"

A deadly calm fell over Noah, his head quirking to the side.

The man's head picked up from where he was staring down at the bed. "What's going on?"

The nurse behind Noah looked panicked.

"How did you identify her?" Her voice was shaky.

"Her, uh" Ramos stood, his words uncertain. "her coat. Her name is on it."

"And?" Noah was monotone.

"Well," Ramos looked down at the bed, gesturing to it. "look at her."

"Does she have any identifying marks? Scars? Birthmarks? Tattoos?"

"What is going on?" Ramos' voice raised an octave.

"She has a tattoo."

They both turned their heads to look at Noah.

"It's on the back of her right bicep. It's new. We got them together six weeks ago." He felt a tear sliding down his face, absorbing in his mask. "It's a headstone."

The nurse just nodded, padding to the bed, and reaching a gloved hand to pull the blanket down, exposing some of the only untouched skin. Back of the right bicep.

And there it was. Clear as day.

Nothing.

It was instantaneous. No one could have prevented it. Nothing could have stopped it.

Noah collapsed.

One Year Later

Fingertips ran over the stone, smooth and unharmed. Gold chain holding it together. Only one single micro fracture in the glass. It was perfect. It always would be.

His fingers twirled it, knees bouncing up and down, eyes closed and lips moving silently.

'I love you, more than you could ever know.'

"Noah?"

His eyes opened, catching Nick's easy smile looking back at him.

"Ready?" His bass hung comfortably over his chest, ski mask in hand.

Noah's lips lifted, returning his grin.

"Yeah, let's go."

#bad omens #noah sebastian #fanfic #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fic #bad omens cult

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becausebuckley · 17 days ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

such a fun game, thank you!! i look forward to passing this on <3

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These are the kind of concerns about how he can’t let himself do all of the things he wants to. About how Buck might leave him if he gets too much, too clingy, too greedy. Eddie can’t let himself be greedy. or: after buck and eddie get together, eddie struggles with how much he wants to touch buck.

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“What if... what if he's right, Eddie? What if my nudes really do look weird and everyone’s just been too polite to say anything? Cause, like, I used to send them a lot, you know? Before we met, when I was still Buck 1.0? What if I’ve been sharing really bad pictures with everyone? Shit, what if my dick really does look weird?” “Buck, your dick doesn’t look weird,” Eddie says. “See, but here’s the thing, I wouldn’t know,” Buck stresses. “Like, I used to sext with women, you know? I haven’t seen that many hard dicks. Maybe there’s something super wrong with mine, and I’ve gone all my life going ooh, look at me, I call myself Firehose, my dick is so cool and big and stuff, and everyone was just making fun of me behind my back!” or: when buck feels insecure about his nudes, he asks eddie for help.

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The shirt is white and just a little too small on Buck, stretched across his shoulders in a frankly obscene way. It barely fits his biceps. Eddie swears he can see Buck’s nipples. But oh, this isn’t an ordinary tight white shirt. No, the universe would never be that kind to Eddie. This is a tight, white, Minions shirt. or: five times eddie sees buck wearing a novelty shirt + one time eddie wears one instead

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“Even if you don’t believe in magic, or Christmas wishes, or anything, just think about it, okay? Think about what makes you happy. Even if I can’t gift wrap it for you. You deserve to have happy Christmas memories, too.” “Maybe.” Eddie turns away and sips his drink. “Alright,” Karen says. “I’ll take your maybe, Eddie. But I’m willing to bet that this place will turn it into an I do within the week, just you wait.” or: eddie takes christopher to winterberry glade to make some good holiday memories. buck runs the local bakery and is always happy to show visitors around, though he doesn't usually fall this hard for them. too bad eddie and chris have to leave at the end of the vacation, right?

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#it was genuinely so fun to go through my own ao3 #since i wrote so many of my fics during fluff/kinktober and it was such a rush to get 31 fics out #they all blur together a little bit lol #anyway off to other people's inboxes i go <3 #tag games #michelle answers #michelle writes #buddie fic #911 fic

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nickelsgirls · 2 years ago

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Mick Mars x Reader

Nsfw Headcanons

A/n: for my pookie -🖤

Mick can be so sweet and gentle but be so rough at the same time. If his actions are rough, then he's all in your ear telling you how good you are and how good you feel. But if he's giving you soft slow thrust he's saying things like "my slut" "you're just a toy aren't you baby?"

Mick doesn't favor praise or degradation simply because he loves the way you react to everything he says. He likes the way you struggle to respond to him because you think you need to.

Mirror sex>> with Mick behind your trembling body and every time you look down or start to unfocused he's grabbing your hair all the way to the root and pulling your body back into his "I thought I told you to look at me while I fuck you."

We all know Mick likes younger women, and I feel that to a certain degree, he would start to feed into and encourage your daddy issues.

Causal dominance with Mick. If you're trying to get something that's just barely inaccessible, Mick is coming up behind you, trapping you between the counter and cabinets. "Let me get it, honey," he whispers into your ear as he grabs whatever you were trying to reach.

I think he likes giving and receiving, Mick honestly doesn't have a preference for either. He loves watching your teary eyes look up at him as you hollow your cheeks and force yourself down onto his cock. But Mick also loves the way you look trying to desperately grab at the sheets as another one of your orgasms is drawn from you expertly.

Watching Mick up on stage and feeling your panties slowly start to get wet, and the worst part? He knows, too, and he'll wait until the last moment to finally give in to you and give you what you need.

After a long day at practice <<Helping Mick de-stress by taking him to your bedroom, massaging his shoulders and back, then sitting in his lap, and kissing all over his face until you eventually press a chaste kiss against his lips. Your hips experimentally grind down in between heated kisses until both of you can't take it anymore.

If Mick had to pick a favorite position, I feel like he would say cowgirl. He likes being able to watch you do it by yourself, or he can change his mind and grab your hips, and pick his own pace.

I feel like you would finally decide to tease him back, and it would backfire so badly. Mick would've been rilling you up the whole day. "Innocent" touches on your thighs, moving you by your hips as he presses his hips against yours, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb. Until you've finally had enough and instead of waiting until your home, you waited until the Crüe was all in one room to sit in Mick's lap "come home, please daddy" you smirked starting to kiss his neck. (I'll leave the rest to your imagination ;)

Mick would be settled between your thighs, two of his fingers stuffed deep in your aching cunt until you're crying out repeatedly how you're going to cum. And as soon as he's done pulling your orgasm from your tired body Mick is towering over you pushing the same two fingers inside your mouth. Your foggy mind does nothing but accepts the two wet digits as you swirl your tongue around them until there's nothing left.

#mick mars x reader #mick mars smut #mick mars fic #mick mars headcanon #mick mars #mick mars imagine #80s #mötley crüe #motley crue x reader #motley crue smut #motley crue imagine #motley crue fic #motley crue headcanon #kc writes #marshall writes

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thatfreshi · 1 year ago

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"Tough Crowd" (Uni AU P. 1)

Really embracing the catty queerness of these fuckers LMAO. Anyways, here's our little intro to Ravenguard Univeristy and Tav's living situation :)

Tw - mention of alcohol

@justporo (If you want me to tag you in part two, leave a comment!)

It's finally move-in day. After getting your Associate's degree at some small-town community college, you finally transferred to Ravenguard University, probably through sheer luck. Perhaps someone dropped out of the waitlist, but you're here now, moving into the place that'll be your home for the upcoming semesters. Soon enough you're asked for your name, and given the key to your room, quickly being ushered to the elevators. The volunteering students are clearly stressed by all the newcomers, so you don't exactly blame them for seeming impersonal.

You read your key, which has deemed you to be in room 717. Sneaking your way over to the floor buttons, you lightly tap 7, and place yourself in one of the empty corners of the elevator. After dropping off a few strangers on lower floors, you finally get to your destination, and find your dorm room shortly after. When you unlock the door, you immediately hear arguing.

"I need the room with the desk! I have far too many exams to study for. Besides, you don't seem like the studying type anyways."

Two women are yelling at each other, one with jet-black hair and the other with piercing eyes and an intimidating demeanor.

"We're all here to study fool."

"Well, as far as I know, you don't want to be a doctor. Besides, aren't you just here as an athlete? Or, my bad, were here as an athlete?"

At this point the ginger is fuming, fists clenched, but simply takes the room they were arguing over and slams the door, locking it immediately. The med student slams her fist on the door.

"Just wait til I tell the RA about this Lae'zel!"

She sighs, clearly still trying to let go of her anger. When she turns from the closed door, she finally realizes you're standing there.

"Sorry about that. Roommate problems, am I right?"

The pale woman nervously chuckles. Dressed in all black, she looks ready for a funeral, well if funerals were comfy and full of college students.

"Uh, yeah. Please don't tell me you're going to be arguing like this every night."

"Well, her and I don't particularly get along. I'm surprised housing even let us be in the same room after how many issues we've had. Though I'm sure I'll learn to tolerate her better in our living situation."

The woman ponders the thought for a moment, and then her eyes light up.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Shadowheart, and yes my parents are hippies. Most people call me Shadow since it's less cringe."

"Well, nice to meet you. Please tell me there's a room I can snag that you aren't fighting about."

"Oh, go down the hall and to the right. That one has a bigger wardrobe, but Lae and I both really wanted the desk."

Your phone vibrates, with a notification from some online magazine.

'Szarr: The Seven Models Behind the Magic'

"Why has this man been doing so many interviews?"

Shadowheart's ears perk up.

"You know Szarr, that fashion guy right? He's been all over the news, I cannot escape it."

"Oh. You may want to be careful how you talk about him. One of his precious prodigies goes here. Kind of a bitch honestly."

She makes a fake throw-up noise, rolling her eyes.

"Wait. One of his models goes here? I assumed they were all full-time."

"He's full-time alright. I've never seen Astarion pause for anything other than himself. Anyways, I suppose I need to unpack my things IN THE ROOM WITHOUT A DESK."

Shadowheart yells the last part loud enough for Lae'zel to hear, which coerces a groan from her behind the locked door. And just like that, she's locked away in her own room, leaving you with the room at the end of the hall. At least it has the nice wardrobe? You put on some music and start to unpack all your bags, soaking in the space. It leaves some to be desired, but you're excited nonetheless. You're woken from the trance however when there's a very loud knock at your dorm door. You wait for a moment, hoping one of the other two will get it, but the knocking simply continues obnoxiously. Making your way to the front door with a scowl on your face, you throw it open.

"Floor meeting in thirty minutes. If you or any of your roommates are late, I'll kill you."

You're met with the topic of your previous conversation: Astarion. While you aren't necessarily into fashion, you've seen so much about this guy as of recent, mostly from people thirsting on Twitter. You almost laugh, knowing Shadowheart will be pissed when she hears that he's the RA for their floor. He doesn't wait for you to respond and simply walks down to the next room. After closing the door, you call for your new gossipy friend.

"Oh Shadow, I have wonderful news!"

She opens her door and leans in the frame.

"Please tell me I heard that voice wrong."

"Nope. I guess if you want to complain about Lae'zel, you'll have to see your favorite person!"

She lets out a heavy sigh.

"Fine. I guess I'll just deal with her. Better the devil you know than the devil you don't."

You knock on Lae'zel's door to tell her about the meeting, but you're simply met with a yell of 'I know!'

"Geez, tough crowd."

"She's the toughest crowd you'll meet. Don't ever try to impress her, you'll die trying."

Shadowheart gives you this slice of advice while putting her hair in a black claw clip.

The next thirty minutes pass by quickly as you decorate the walls of your room. Posters, little pieces of art, pictures of friends from home. When you leave the room to go to the floor meeting, you're met with the overlapping voices of everyone from floor seven, clearly annoyed that they have to be here. You and Shadowheart sit on a couch in the common area, and Lae'zel stands off to the side.

"Okay, I'm going to make this quick."

The room gets quiet quickly as Astarion speaks up, pushing his shades down his nose slightly so he can make intense eye contact with anyone who interrupts him.

"I'm your RA for the year. No, I will not answer your calls. If I'm sleeping, you better not wake me up. I do not care if you have an air fryer in your room, but if you burn down the university I will be pissed. To make it entirely clear, I'm only doing this to make a little extra cash, so do not expect me to be, how do you say... present."

The room is silent, both pleased that he doesn't seem to care and entirely annoyed by his attitude.

"Any questions?"

Once again, no one speaks.

"Great! If you truly need something, I would suggest you go to the RA on floor eight, my wonderful friend Gale, as he actually cares about the well-being of strangers. Good day!"

The large group mutters as they all make their way back to their rooms. Shadowheart turns to whisper to you.

"Oh Gale fucking hates him, and I guarantee you he didn't sign off on being the RA of two floors. Can't wait to see that catfight."

You laugh at her comment, not noticing the white-haired man approaching the two of you.

"Shadowheart."

"Astarion."

"Who's your new friend?"

She then realizes she never actually asked your name.

"Tav. It's Tav."

Astarion makes a noise that lies somewhere between a laugh and a scoff.

"Fascinating. Well Tav, how would you like to be my plus-one to a party tonight? I would ask our emo queen here, but I'm sure she has some sulking and studying to do already."

"And I thought you'd be selling out on another Instagram post, but I guess you just really love bothering people. Have fun though, if you even know how to do that."

And with that comment. Shadowheart is back off to her room, most likely to sulk and study like Astarion said.

"Ugh, don't mind her. She just doesn't understand the hustle. Anyways, Tav was it? You seem like just the kind of person I'd love to silently drink champagne with."

You're silent for a moment, unsure if he really is as bad as Shadowheart makes him out to be.

"The champagne is free by the way."

What better way to sell a broke college student on a night out?

"Alright, guess I'm in."

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #au #shadowheart #lae'zel #astarion #gale of waterdeep #freshiau

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crownedghostprince · 1 year ago

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Pretty Boy

Spencer Reid x Genderfluid!Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Spencer and (Y/N) have been dating for a few months now, but (Y/N) never had the courage to tell their boyfriend that she was genderfluid and actually preferred it when people changed up the pronouns they used for him. One day when Spencer is having dinner at (Y/N)'s he explores their house and stumbles into their room where her pride flag is hanging up. Fluff and cute moments ensue.

Requests: Closed. Requested: no.

Warning(s): Don't worry there's no angst or anything! Just pure support and fluff!!

Note: Reader is afab in this, I hope that's okay, hence the feminine pronouns in the beginning. But I'll be using lots of different pronouns in this, so enjoy! :)

Word Count: 1,668

[Third Person Perspective]

(This wonderful Spencer Reid Image is from "mercifullymelancholic" on tumblr! Go show them some love!)

It was a peaceful Friday morning at the Bureau when (Y/N) and Spencer decided to have a dinner date the next night, Saturday night, if they didn't get a case or sudden emergency. It took a couple hours of thinking and planning before the decision and time was basically finalized. The only thing that would stop their date would be any cases that pop up.

The date was to take place from 6pm until 11pm when Spencer would decide whether he wants to stay the night or head home. They still hadn't decided which would be nicer. On one hand, waking up Sunday in the same house and enjoying a nice weekend together sounded wonderful, but on the other hand they were too shy to kiss in public. Which means they'd both probably be too anxious to fall asleep under the same roof even in different rooms.

Come Saturday night, a storm had begun after dinner whilst the cute couple was watching 'Mary Poppins'. The crashing thunder and window-rattling wind was a good enough reason for Spencer to stay the night. Spencer let (Y/N) shower first and set up the next movie to watch together, 'Singing in The Rain'. The couple had decided to watch some classics. He spent the next few minutes waiting for his turn in the shower - deep in thought.

Remembering what she had said when he was deciding to stay the night: "Don't stress, Spence. I've got some spare men's clothes that should fit you." They reassured him earlier that evening when he expressed distress in not preparing a suitcase for the evening. "I also have an unopened pack of toothbrushes you can choose from, spare towels and cloths, and even a very warm jacket that'll fit you if you get cold." When they smiled, he practically saw sparkles in her eyes.

A sort of glow surrounding her when she accommodated him. But he quickly realized he was just seeing too much into it and that the light was lightning. Evident once a loud crack of thunder sounded through the night. He was grateful for her generosity and didn't want to pry too much. But he couldn't help but ponder why they had men's clothing that would fit him. He could come up with many reasons, but none that fit her as a person.

Maybe she wore men's clothing for comfort? But most women only wore men's clothing for it to be somewhat oversized and she was the same height as Spencer. Perhaps the clothing wasn't for comfort of size, but of material. But that didn't make much sense either considering she wore tight-fit clothing and never had sensory issues. A past lover? Impossible, she openly admitted when they started dating that he would be her first proper boyfriend.

Despite thinking for a few minutes - and even getting up and pacing around the living room - Spencer could come to only a couple different conclusions on why his girlfriend had men's clothing that would fit them both perfectly. Eventually, he decided he was overthinking it and left the thought alone. To distract himself whilst she was still showering, he decided to walk to her bedroom and explore the house a little.

He was staying the night after all, she'd probably be fine with him looking around at her decor. He approached her bedroom door and quietly stepped in, turning on the light with a flick of the switch just as lightning flashed outside the window directly across from the bedroom door. Above the large window he noticed a peculiar flag. Thunder then boomed outside and the rain pelted down on the window as Spencer finally realized what he was staring at.

The flag was a pride flag. A massive, very obvious, Genderfluid Pride Flag. Suddenly, every subtle detail he'd picked up on his partner clicked into place. Some days they wore dresses to fancy restaurants and some days he wore suit and ties to work events. It all made sense to Spencer now. His partner was Genderfluid and probably nervous about telling him. He couldn't really blame (Y/N). Transgender and Non-Binary people were struggling enough against discrimination. Let alone all the other people whose genders were a little more outside the box.

People weren't so nice to those who were Bigender, or Trigender, and in (Y/N)'s case: Genderfluid. Spencer wasn't sure how to approach this topic yet, so he continued to look around their room whilst they finished their shower. He admired the paintings, vinyl player, vinyls and records around the room. (Y/N) had a Boba Tea plushie on his desk and a Long Bread Cat plush on xer bed. They had a couple of xeir own paintings and empty canvases leaning against his work desk alongside some cluttered paints and brushes.

Spencer liked all the hobbies (Y/N) would share with him, or show him. He loved to listen to her rants about gouache painting, how to take care of vinyl players and vinyl records, the best hobby shops to find decent buttons, pins, patches and wall decals. She had bought a giant tree wall decal that reached from floor to ceiling and it looked amazing behind their bed. (Y/N)'s room was filled with fake nature, fake plants and real plants that rested on the windowsill. Usually the window was open for the plants, but not when a storm was raging around.

He was concerned. (Y/N) was comfortable enough to share almost every other aspect of their life with him, but not their gender identity? Spence began to overthink and wonder if he had done something that made his lover second guess opening up to him. The large Pride flag and diverse wardrobe suggested they were confident in their gender and how they presented themselves. But their hesitation to open up to Spencer suggested they were insecure, or perhaps anxious.

Spence sat down on the soft, starry night themed, bed and stared up at the glow-in-the-dark stars and paint on the ceiling. Without realizing he was deducing his partner, he started to mentally list out their different characteristics by how they expressed himself. Their artistic personality showed her confidence and resilience to other's negative opinions. His favourite vinyl - the one that was currently sat in the record player - showed xeir bubbly personality.

The running water in the shower had stopped, but Spencer was too lost in his thoughts to register the change in ambience as the repetitive rain continued tapping against the window beside him. (Y/N) soon stumbled into the bedroom with a worried look strewn across their face. Xe was clearly nervous. Spencer didn't need to use his big brain to deduce that. They were clutching xeir towel; veins straining from the tight grip. "Spence...I-I'm sorry I was going to tell you, but I..." His voice shook with fear as tears bubbled up to the surface.

"Hey, hey...it's okay." Spencer quickly stood up and walked up to his lover - holding them close. "I'm sorry I invaded your privacy by entering your room without asking. I was just wondering what kind of decor you decorated your room with." He apologized, rubbing circles on her back. "You don't have to apologize to me for taking your time on telling me about something so important."

"You're...You're not mad?" They finally croaked out. He pulled back from the hug to look Spence in his eyes. He didn't look mad...he looked sincere and held their gaze with a familiar softness that (Y/N) could never get enough of.

"Me? I think you have the right to be mad with me right now, babe." Spencer joked. "I will never be mad at you for being true to yourself." He promised. (Y/N) chuckled and leaned back into the hug.

"Thank God I have you for a boyfriend, Spence.." He sighed deeply. She could feel all the stress and worry leaving xer body with that one breath.

"Babe, if I didn't accept you for your true self...dump my ass." He grinned, earning a little 'heh' in response.

"Well...since you're okay with me being genderfluid...I was wondering if you could occasionally call - and introduce - me as your boyfriend? Just--just sometimes, y'know?" He anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. Spencer gently kissed xis forehead.

"Of course! I'd love to know how else you'd enjoy being referred to as. A swarm of bees? A conqueror of men? A changeling dressed for battle?"

"Hmm...I think...I'd prefer.." She pretended to take their time and think, "...some more original jokes that aren't taken off of the internet." They concluded with a snort - laughing at his own joke.

"Damn, alright. I'll write a whole page of genderfluid and non-binary jokes and slowly open conversations and texts with them from now on." Spencer declared. He sported the world's cheekiest grin on his face. All his partner could do was shake their head rapidly at him.

"No no no no no, that's okay! Please forget it! I take it back!" He laughed with embarrassment.

"Wow! I'm already embarrassing you and I haven't even started yet!" Spence grinned in delight.

"Hey, Spencer?"

"Yeah, love?"

"Thanks. Seriously...thank-you for supporting me."

"Always, love." He pulled (Y/N) in for a soft, meaningful kiss. The two then parted for a much needed breath of fresh air afterwards. Soft, melodic rain...a tender kiss...a romantic movie waiting to be remembered...delicious ice-cream ready to be served. A perfect evening that couldn't have gone any better.

"Oh, after your shower let's have some ice-cream and watch 'Singing in The Rain'!" Xe excitedly pulled out some clothes for his awesome boyfriend - as well as a spare towel.

"Sure! I'll have a quick shower. Don't worry my sweet swarm of bees in a trenchcoat...I'll return shortly." He chuckled, running out the bedroom door and into the bathroom with his stuff whilst (Y/N) physically cringed.

"YOu're a gEnIUS!!! You can do better than that!!"

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #fanfiction #x reader #fluff #genderfluid reader #romance

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holly-louisexox · 6 months ago

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Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 21

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adament in his choices...

...But then things changed

"Delia? It's just me honey." Shevy knocks on Delia's hotel door to check on her friend.

It was the morning after the incident at the bar in Seattle. The group had a day to spend in Seattle and then they would all fly their separate ways the following morning so they were all home in time for Christmas.

"Delia?" Shevy continues to knock on the door but with no answer. Pulling out her phone, she then rings Delia, determined to talk to the girl about last night and how she's feeling. However, as the phone is ringing, she cannot hear it behind the door she is standing in front of nor is Delia answering said phone. The phone continues to ring until it goes to voicemail. Strange.

Determined not to start panicking yet, she decided to try knocking on Andy's door. Maybe they had made up?

"Andy, is Delia with you?" Shevy asks hopeful.

"Is this some form of cruel game Shevy? Of course, she's not with me, I don't think she even wants to see me." Andy replies groggily and miserably; Shevy had clearly woken him up after a restless night. In the kindest way possible, he looked like shit.

"She's not in her room and she won't answer her phone." Shevy is beginning to panic now "Andy what if something had happened to her last night when she left?"

"Shit!" His eyes widened in panic, they were in Seattle and women had gone missing and ended up dead. How could he have been so stupid as to allow Delia to walk away like that? He should have known better, he should have protected her better. "Have the others seen her?"

"Let's ask." Shevy responds equally as panicked now.

Frantically, Andy and Shevy begin to knock on the rooms of the other bandmates, all waking them up but each of them equally as concerned when they had not seen Delia since last night's events.

"Okay, maybe let's try not to panic for a moment. Maybe she's simply ignoring us?" Lonny tries to be the voice of reason but can feel himself failing; he too was terrified about Delia's whereabouts and well-being, but someone had to try to be sensible "We can easily get a spare key to her room from reception, the booking is all under the same name anyway so they won't know who is in which room."

"As much as I don't want to be barging into a female's room, I think at this point that's a good idea." Jake nods, he wanted to know Delia was okay as much as anyone else did.

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"Okay, I'll go in first just in case she is in there." Shevy explains to which the rest of the group nod "Delia, I'm coming in lovely." Shevy then explains through the door before opening it, however, she's then met with an empty room.

"It doesn't even look like the room was touched last night or this morning." Andy states feeling his heart sink, he would rather she was ignoring everyone than the fear of her missing now becoming true. "Her dress from last night isn't even hanging up in her wardrobe, she was always so insistent on hanging her clothes back up to keep the place neat."

"Shit, someone try her phone again. If she doesn't answer this time we'll have to call the police." Lonny almost orders, panic starting to set on him as well.

"Still ringing." Jake explains after dialling her number and waiting "answer phone."

"Shit!" Andy groans grabbing his hair out of stress and anxiety "This is my fault, this is all my fucking fault. If I had just straight out told her I liked her instead of trying to push her away for so long none of this would have happened. She wouldn't have stormed out last night and instead, she would have gotten back to the hotel safely and wouldn't be lost somewhere and we'd know she was okay."

"Andy you can't blame yourself." Jinxx places a hand on Andy's shoulder to calm him down.

"But it is my fault. I should have stopped being a coward the moment I realised I had feelings for her but I was selfish. I was too focused on not getting hurt again that I hurt her and now I've probably lost her. She's never going to want to be with someone like me." Andy cried as he realises just how fucked up he is and how much he has ruined things. Grabbing his phone he then tries to contact Delia hoping for some miracle she responds; answer phone again. "Delia, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry..." Andy chokes before continuing to leave a message before ending it.

"You really do like her?" Shevy asks in shock, she hadn't seen Andy like this with anyone. Besides from Juliet before she broke his heart but that was not the point. Andy never grew attachments, Andy never cared, yet here he was breaking down and freaking out over someone other than himself.

"I do, I really do, I tried so hard not to. Now she's missing and it's all my fault." Andy continues to feel his tears fall down his face "I can't... I can't breathe."

"Andy, we'll find her. We'll call the police and we'll get her back safely." CC tries to comfort his band mate who has since slid down a wall to a sitting position as he frantically runs his hands over his face "but you being in this state won't help, just try to breathe."

Andy was trying to breathe, trying to figure out his emotions. He had lost it all years ago and now he was feeling the same heartbreak all over. Every single suppressed emotion hit him, and the worst part was his friends felt completely helpless.

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"Hello 911, what's your emergency?" The operator on the end of Jake's phone asks calmly.

"Hi, we need to report a missing person to the police." Jake rushes whilst trying to remain clear on what he was saying. Everyone was nervous, everyone was trying their hardest to not freak out, well, apart from Andy who was visibly freaking out majorly.

"Okay, if you could please tell me the address you are at, we will send an officer to the location for questioning and to make a report on the missing person." The operator responds, it almost sounds robotic, although if you've been doing a job long enough it does become a natural part of your day. "Okay thank you sir, we will send officers there within the next hour or two." The operator lady states after Jake had given the details of the hotel.

"Okay, thank you." Jake was trying to still be polite despite the feeling that was overcoming him.

"What did they say?" Andy is nervous in his ask, hell, the guy was terrified.

"An officer is going to be here in an hour or two to interview us for more information." Jake repeats back.

"That's way too long!" Andy shouts slightly whilst running a hand through his hair out of frustration.

"At least that gives us time to break the news to her parents." Shevy sighs sadly "I'll be the one to do it, no offence but I think it'll sound better coming from another tour manager."

"Yeah, yeah that makes sense." Jake nods "I'm erm, I'm going to phone management. Let's be real, I don't think any of us are going to want to fly back just yet."

"I'm not leaving Seattle until we find her. I don't care if you all piss off to your families, I'm staying." Andy starts crying again, this guy was a mess, no one knew how to help him as they had never seen him in such a state before.

"Andy, none of us are leaving. We want Delia back safe as much as you do." Lonny smiles slightly placing a hand on Andy's shoulder "Plus we want to make sure you will be okay."

"I'm going to try her cell again, I can't just stand here and do nothing." Andy states before storming off away from the band.

Andy always thought that emptiness was safe, he thought pretending to be okay all the time would help him. Then Delia came along and it was as if this light that he had been missing was suddenly there right in front of him. But now he felt as if he was all out and he had nothing left. He felt broken and this time he didn't know if he could pick up the pieces and put them back together without her. He needed her, more than he thought he did.

#andy biersack #andy black #andy bvb #cc bvb #jake bvb #jake pitts #jinxx bvb #lonny bvb #lonny eagleton #black veil brides #bvb #black veil brides fanfic #bvb fanfic

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golbrocklovely · 1 year ago

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I'm truly sorry for sending an ask about seg. I didnt think about any possible stress you may be under especially since you've mentioned you work retail and it's getting to be that hectic time of year. How do you like to destress when it gets to be too much? Do you have any stories about the absolute best/worst customer you've had to deal with? Does the holiday music lift you while working or drive you nuts? Favorite holiday song?

hey you're fine. i'm not upset at any of the anons that sent in asks about the SEG situation. i get it, yall want to talk about it and inform me. i appreciate it. i just had a stressful day and tbh i just don't care about this subject. seeing snc get needless hate over something that was dealt with is just deeply annoying. not to mention bc nothing is gonna happen until after thanksgiving, i would rather we all just wait to hear what gets said until then or straight up ignore SEG than give him more clout.

so, for all the years i've worked in retail, which now is 5... omg ew, i've actually never worked a black friday. first year my dad passed away, and then the past three year i've done overnights so i'm not around customers at all. this is my first time around customers this year, bc i just couldn't do overnights, and honestly... it's not that bad. it's not great, but it's mostly the store i'm working at that's upsetting me rather than the customers, which somehow is always the case anymore lol

i plan to leave as soon as i can. i can't stand the place i'm working in anymore. i pray i don't have to keep working in retail, but we shall see.

how do i like to destress? nap. like i fucking LOVE napping. i think i also have to nap more now bc i don't really drink caffeine anymore. i'll have an occasional soda or ice tea once in a while, but otherwise it's just straight water for me. so i usually just come home and nap. then when i wake up i'll either dance or sing to some emo music (got me like a 14 hour playlist of all my favorite songs) or i'll just watch some youtube vids.

i haven't had too many bad customers, thank god, but the one that always stuck out to me was during the holiday season the first year i work at my current store. so while i haven't worked really any black fridays, i have worked the lead up to christmas multiple times and i swear, i think ppl forget christmas is when it is with the way ppl coming in like the 23 of december buying all the random shit we have left.

so, i was up at the registers, and we have only self check out. i'm assisting ppl when i can and directing the line bc it's basically to the back of the store almost. the thing is, to literally come into the store, you have to pass the registers. so this shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that it's self checkout only. but these two women are next in line and i direct one to an open register. she immediately says "what, i have to do it myself?" i'm not in a good mood bc there is just too many ppl around (and this was pre-pandemic) and i was like "yes ma'am, you have to."

my thing was always if you ask me nicely to help you, i gladly will. but being a bitch to me will basically get you no help whatsoever.

she starts to scan her items, and scans one too many times. she starts yelling "oh my god, i don't know how to do this, i double scanned" loudly, i come over, clear off the extra item and then direct her friend to the next register, which is coincidentally was the one next to her.

the main lady goes back and forth with her friend, saying and cursing "i can't believe i have to fucking do this myself, i don't like this, why the fuck can't they help us." mind you, i work in basically a kid's store. there are plenty of children around. there is no need to be cursing that much, and i say that as someone who does curse a lot.

finally she finishes up and for some reason the register spit out her change really fast so her coins fell on the floor. she picks up one of the coins turns to me, and basically throws it at me and snidely remarks "here you go, since you clearly need it"

i about swung on her, but she's lucky i didn't.

that was really one of the very few times i ever had a bad customer. as for good ones, i think for the most part most of the customers i interact with are either normal or pretty nice. i did one time have to explain to a man what bluetooth was, which is great bc i know so much about it….. and then he told my manager i did an excellent job helping him understand. so that was nice :)

as for the holiday music…. it's 50/50 depending on my mood. sometimes it's not too bad, sometimes it's annoying. bc we play random pop songs (that most of you have probably never heard of) in between the christmas songs. so for every one pop song, we get two to three christmas songs. and we only just recently started getting mariah carey and actual well know christmas songs to play in the store. before, it was like random covers of popular songs, which is very strange to me but whatever lol

and my favorite holiday song… i'm actually gonna list my favorite christmas songs bc i think i have the weirdest taste in them lol

christmas don't be late by alvin and the chipmunks

santa baby by eartha kitt

last christmas by the glee cast

baby it's cold outside by the glee cast

feliz navidad by josé feliciano

obviously mariah carey and michael buble are the top ppl for christmas music. but genuinely… i love these songs more.

a lot of christmas songs make me sad now since my father passed, especially 'i'll be home for christmas'. so sometimes it's a bit hard to listen to christmas music. but i usually hold off on listening to until like the 23rd lol

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thegreatestsandwich · 2 years ago

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I- I just lost my sanity after all of the fluffiness Namor fics you've written.... IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL *sobbing and crying in loneliness*

May I request another fluff Namor fics? If you don't mind, I would like to read how's the wedding going? And I rEALLY CURIOUS HOW NAMOR WOULD PROPOSE HER? Like did he nervous and blabbering? or with all seriousness on his face, he's going on straight proposing?

I'll leave the rest idea to you and I appreciate all of your works. Thankyou so much! Have a lovely day<3

My heart’s been borrowed, yours has been blue (Namor x f!reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader,

Word count: 580 words

Summary: Just three words...Would you marry me?

Warning: Never let Attuma know first

A/N: Okey look, the gif is not optimal quality, second can we just imagine and pretend that instead of Shuri is the reader? Cool, thanks

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

You were confused and weirded out. For some estrange reason, everybody was congratulating you for your engagement. Kids were giving you flowers, a few women gave you advise for your first time as husband and wife, other women gave you advise on how to survive the ritual, men gave you pats on your shoulders and even your mother was tearing up when you came back home, sitting you and pacing in front of you as she was explaining how much hurt she had as she found out about your engagement from hearing it while she returned home.

What was happening?

After you tried to explain that you didn’t know what was happening and your mother not wanting to hear about it, plus she send you to your room. You decided to try and find Namor, perhaps he could explain what was happening. He must know.

You manage to escape from your room, and for some miracle you even went unnoticed from the others. You tried first his cave but discovered completely alone, then you tried his throne room but same, alone. You began to get annoyed.

Namora found you there, lying on the floor and with your eyes closed, she swam to you. “Tuláakal ma'alob in reina?” Everything alright, my queen?

“Ma’!” No! You stressed, sitting up and turning to her. “Le yóok'ol kaaba' in felicita yéetel ma' in wojel Ba'axten!” Everything is congratulating me and I don’t know why!

Namora hummed, offering her hand to help you stand up. You took it with a sigh. She didn’t let go of your hand and guide you to where Namor was. He was there, closer to the corals, where you used to poke at pufferfishes, where you gave him the first rock and the first stick, what started off your path together. Namora quickly nodded at you before swimming away.

“You need to explain.” Namor startled at your voice for a second, turning a around you and offering a nervous smile. “I do not know what is happening but everyone is acting weird.”

“In yaakunaj…” He began but you interrupted him.

“Everyone is saying things and you need to explain.” Your arms crossed over your chest. “What is going on?”

“In yaakunaj,” He tried again, taking your hands in his and letting out a tired sigh. “It was not supposed to go like this.”

“What are you talking about?”

He sighed again. “I was supposed to take you here first, I planned everything but I supposed the surprised is ruined.”

Namor quickly let go of your hands and swam to one of the corals, taking something in his hands before returning to you. “Remember the first stone you gave me?”

“Yes, you really hated it.” You frowned.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “I never hated it, I have it displayed in my home.” He grabbed your hand and open your fingers, leaving your palm there, he softly placed a rock in it. You definitely were confused. “It took me weeks to find a similar rock to that one.”

“Why?” You asked, looking at the colors and shine of it.

“That gift that you gave me made me realize that having you by my side is enough.”

You stared at him.

“You were always the one I have been waiting for my whole life.” He laughed, grabbing your hand and kissing it, not letting it fall from his lips. “Would you let me spend the rest of my life by your side?”

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shawn-is-my-giant-jellybean · 4 years ago

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ONLY WANT YOU.

Pairing : Shawn Mendes × reader

Genre : Angst, smut, fluff

Warnings : Swearing, Daddy kink, thigh riding, unprotected sex, dom!Shawn, Self depreciation(very mild), oral (male receiving)

Summary : The reader and Shawn have an intense argument and then Shawn let's the reader know who's the one he wants.

You were more than worried now. It had been precisely 2 hours 14 minutes since Shawn left. You really managed to send him over the edge. You didn't want to. You didn't mean it. But you can't help it when all of the world is pining for what's not true. He's yours but no, everyone wants him and camila to be together.

Camila was such a lovely lady. You couldn't help but feel insecure. She was everything you'd want to be. Hell, she was beautiful and the worst part you wanted to hate her but you couldn't. She had that aura.

You and Shawn were in it for long. That's what you thought at least. You knew he was the one for you. And you believed you were too for him until recently.

Ever since the PR began after Senorita was out you couldn't help but question everything. Your bond with Shawn seemed to weaken. You found yourself distancing from him. You didn't want to. You never did. Everytime you saw an article in some shitty tabloid your breath got caught. You felt you couldn't breathe. You knew it was fake but guess these two were really good actors cause it didn't seem unreal it to you.

You tried to calm yourself. Remind yourself you were overanalysing the sitch. He is your boyfriend. He will be home soon. Then you can be in his strong arms and feel safe and secure. But none of it worked.

All this while, since the PR managers suggested this, Shawn had made sure to get you involved. Let you be a part of everything that's been happening or is going to in future. Make sure you're comfortable with it. And boy, did you say yes cause you didn't wanna hold him down. But now when he was not with you for the holidays, when he had to fly out every weekend to Miami you felt your nerves kick in.

You hated yourself for being such a hypocrite. Shawn never once made you feel secluded but your overthinker ass ravaged everything.

You were certain he hated you now. This was the longest you two had gone without talking after that intense a fight.

Shawn was back home after three months. You were so excited for him to be with you for a whole week now, until you saw that article. You knew it meant nothing but seeing your boyfriend sticking his tongue down another women's throat got the best of you. You didn't think it was going to affect you so bad when you said yes to the whole PR stuff but now you just didn't know how to feel.

You never told Shawn when your anxiety kicked in seeing him with her because you didn't want to seem like a hypocrite. But weren't you one?

You just suffered quietly. Tried to let it pass. It'd end soon. That's how you always calmed your raging nerves. You became quieter. Stopped being your bubbly self when Shawn called. He obviously noticed. He knew you better than you yourself. He just couldn't figure the issue cause you had so convincingly persuaded him to believe you were fine with it all.

"Hun, I'm home. " Shawn said as he closed the door after settling his luggage beside the shoe cabinet right at the entrance of your shared apartment.

When he got no response he was stressed. He expected you to pounce on him as soon as he opened the gate but there was no sign of you.

He kicked his shoes off and then remembered how it'd annoy you so much, laughed to himself and went back to put them in the cabinet before calling out for you again.

"Y/N, baby I'm home. "

He checked the living room. You weren't there. The kitchen next. No sign of you anywhere. He didn't expect you to be asleep cause it was just 7 and you were a night owl getting all pumped with energy as the clock hit 6 pm. This was your best time of the day and Shawn certainly had decided to make the best of it but you were nowhere to be found.

He wouldn't lie he was disappointed when you didn't fling yourself into his arms and peppered his face with cute wet kisses and were all clingy and lovey with him. He missed you so much.

He went to your bedroom, your shared room. Checked the whole house but there was no sign of you. He felt all that excitement dial down.

He decided to call you, obviously.

You didn't pick up.

He was worried now. He called your best friend cause you usually liked to hangout with her at evenings like this, discussing your medical school stuff and just chilling at times. She didn't pick up either. He called your mom and she told him that you were out with Y/F/N and she thought that he already knew.

Shawn was more than upset. He felt a little angry because you had been acting so not yourself and this was the least he could expect from you. There was something wrong obviously but why wouldn't you talk to him. Every time he tried to talk, you'd just make some excuse. He was tired now and this was what sent him over the edge. He tried calling you after an hour again. Just to get back a text saying "I'll be home late. Dinner's in the fridge. Don't wait for me. "

He was pissed off. Really bad.

You came home around 10:30 at night. You knew this wasn't fair to Shawn. After you saw that article you just couldn't. You had to let some seam off. Y/F/N called you and asked you if you'd wanna come to a small party they were throwing for Tom, a batchmate of yours Shawn had a huge disliking towards. Tom had asked you out cause he didn't know you had a boyfriend and he made it very clear that he liked you a lot. Shawn didn't take that well, obviously. He hated Tom's guts.

You wanted to get on his nerves after seeing the article. So you did.

You put on your sexiest one piece Shawn got for you year on your graduation day. The nerve of you. You informed your mom cause you knew Shawn would call her as you didn't plan on picking up his phone.

You opened the door with your key. The click noise made Shawn wake up from his light slumber.

You knew you had pulled off real shit and well consequences weren't gonna be good.

As you went inside. You saw the food was out on the counter but untouched. Shawn was in the living room, glaring at you.

"Where were you, Y/N? " He asked you with a voice dangerously low sending chills down your spine.

But heh you had enough liquid courage to be a douche at this point.

"Hello to you too. " You said in a rude tone.

"I said where the fuck were you, Y/N? It's been three goddamn hours. I have been so stressed what the hell is wrong with you. You didn't even care to tell me yourself. What the fuck?" He snapped at you moving towards you in the kitchen where you were pouring some water for yourself.

" I was at Tom's birthday party with Y/F/N." You said non chalantly.

His eyes shot up. Going wide.

" So you decided to go to that fucker's party instead of being with me. I'm home after three fucking months for fuck's sake." He yelled from across the counter.

You flinched hearing his tone but snapped right back. "Well what am I supposed to do Shawn? Sit here like a fool while you stick your tongue down her throat. All I see are pictures of you two making out every fucking where so am I just supposed to fucking wait for you after getting ten thousand notifications showing my boyfriend and his fucking girlfriend!? "

He took in a deep breath as if to not do anything wrong. The change on his face was scary. He just went from angry and worried to nothing. His face went expressionless. The tension getting thicker with every passing second.

You realised how wrong you were instantly. Hands flying to cover your mouth. " Shawn, i-... I am.. I didn't mean it. Bab-"

"You fucking meant it, Y/N. I can't even. You've got to be kidding me. " He took his Jeep's keys and headed for the gate. You tried to stop him by touching his shoulder but the look he gave you made you feel disgusted with yourself. He slammed the gate as he went out. Tears made their way down your cheeks smudging all your make up.

You sank down right where you were beside the kitchen counter. You hated yourself in this moment more than you ever had. The one person who always put your needs first, cared for you more than himself, you managed to make him hate you. You were certain he did.

You ran took your phone called Shawn. Over and over again. 5 calls went unanswered. You were perturbed. Didn't know what to do. Didn't know where he could be. You wanted to just be in his arms. You didn't deserve it but you felt home. His arms were your home. And you just ruined it all. Your baseless insecurities did.

You sat there helpless, loathing yourself. You don't know when sleep took over you. When you woke up it was 12. You got up in haste, drowning in worry. It had been an hour and a half since he left. You called him again and again to no avail. You lost the best thing you ever had and you knew you wouldn't be able to live with yourself after what you did.

You decided leaving was the best. He anyway wouldn't want you near him. Shawn deserved the world. He deserved the best. And then there was you who gave him nothing but hurled insults at him.

Tears didn't stop flowing at a point you felt you didn't have anymore left but you were wrong. You went up to your bedroom. Taking out a suitcase. You didn't want to bother him more. You weren't worth it.

You put in your essentials in the bag, moving to the closet after that. You changed into one of your hoodies. It was his. All of your clothes were basically his. You needed to wear them to feel home when he wasn't around. He loved them on you but now you weren't so sure. You anyway did it. One hoodie wouldn't upset him.

As you were done packing you checked the time it was over 2 hours. You wanted to die right at this moment. Shawn was not picking up your calls. You called Geoff earlier, he had no idea where Shawn was. Now you decided to call Karen. You didn't know what to do. You had already asked Andrew if Shawn was at the studio. You didn't want to stress everywhere cause Shawn didn't get mad easily but when he did it was bad. Extremely bad.

Just as you were about to call Karen you felt yourself being turned around, moved towards the closet door, a pair of strong arms pulling you and then his warm swollen lips being attached to yours. You melted right then. You didn't know how to respond. You couldn't believe it. Were you dreaming? But as you let it sink in, it was your Shawn kissing you. His smell invaded your senses making you feel alive again. Those lips moulded with yours felt like heaven. Tears made their way out of your eyes again. Lips starting to move against his. Hands going into his hair tugging at it as he devoured you. You didn't realize he was crying too until you opened your eyes. His eyes blood shot, cheeks tear stained. You hated you were the reason for his disheveled state. You hated yourself.

You broke the kiss. Not being able to look him in the eyes. Trying to catch your breath.

After a few minutes of total silence you figured this was goodbye. You started moving towards your suitcase.

As he saw what you were doing he let out a loud groan. He wanted to knock some sense into you and he decided he will.

He held your arm pulling you towards himself, asking with a hoarse voice "Where do you think you are going? "

"I'm sorry, Shawn. I just....you deserve better. I'll leave, I wanted to ask you if I can take this one hoodie? If you want it back I understand. I just didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean anything I said earlier. It just I was a little drunk you know it's I'm so terribly sorry. " You rambled didn't realising when you started sobbing.

You felt his arms wrap around you. Engulfing you in a loving hug. You broke down. He was still being so considerate when all you did was break his heart.

"Shush honey. Y/N, I am right here. You're not going anywhere."

"I am sorry. So sorry. I-.. I'll leave. "

"Baby, I said you are not going anywhere. I need you hun. You remember, it's forever." He said in his beautiful voice showing you his promise ring. The one you got him three months back. Just before he left.

You looked up at him through your crys. You wanted to see if he hated you or not. He could lie to you but his eyes could never. To your surprise all you saw was worry and love. A sense of relief washed over you. You released a breath you didn't know you were holding all this while.

"I love you baby. We are okay. I'm sorry I shouldn't have left like this."

"No no no Shawn. You.. I.... I'm so fucking terrible. I didn't mean anything earlier. I just wanted to I don't know I'm a fool. I was so scared I lost you forever. I'm so sorry. I love you so much. "

"No bub, I get where you're coming from. I understand. Just seeing you go to his birthday party made my blood boil. Seeing me with Camila, making out, holding hands I get it. I'm sorry. You should have told me, Y/N. I always wanted you to be comfortable with it. Although I shouldn't have put you in that spot when I know you won't ever say anything that's not in favour of my career. "

" I just didn't wanna hold you back, Shawn. I knew it was important but seeing you with her I just can't help but compare myself to her. I'm so pathetic. I hate myself. "

" Hey don't you ever say that about my baby. She's the best. Okay? Most beautiful, most caring, loving, selfless and she has the best legs. Her ass is so sexy. Her curves. Those lips I never wanna let go off. " He said his hands on your ass massaging it. You let out a low moan. It had been so long.

You wanted Shawn more than anything . His head dipped down to your neck, your head falling back. It felt unreal to be this close to him again. Especially after that sick stunt you pulled off.

He bit you at your soft spot and you jumped in his arms making him chuckle. He licked it to soothe it and you moaned. Not being able to control how overwhelmed you were after months of no physical contact with him.

"By the way that dress, baby. Not a smart move wearing it to Tom's birthday party, was it? " He said as his hands creeped up inside your hoodie sending shivers up your spine.

You just moaned in response only to receive a light tug at your bum.

"Words, honey. Use your words with me. " He said in that deep voice making your knees turn into jelly.

"Yes daddy. It was so stupid of me. Sorry daddy. " You said in your most innocent voice. Eyes looking glossy.

Shawn literally lost it there. Letting out a low growl. " Fuck Y/N." He turned you around. Making you face the mirror on your vanity. Your ass pressed onto his front. You could feel him already getting hard against your thigh. "Say it again." He commanded in a low voice. So you did feeling yourself getting wet. The pool in your panties becoming larger. "Mmm Daddy." You moaned as he moved your hair onto one side tilting your head so that he could assault your neck again. He knew how much you loved it when he did this.

"You know I wanted to take you right when you entered the house. Looking so pretty in that dress. Daddy got so worked up, baby. Only if you weren't being an annoying little brat." He said bringing his hand on your left boob cupping it under your hoodie.

"No bra? You're being very naughty I see."

"Sorrrryyy daddy. Sorry for being a little brat. I need you, daddy." You couldn't take his assault anymore. You whined. You just wanted him to fuck you into oblivion. Wanted him to be rough with you. Wanted to be close to him. As close that even air couldn't get in between the two of you.

"My hun is eager, I see. What do you want honey?" He asked.

"Want daddy to fuck me. Hard." You answered. Your eyes closed as he played with your tits. You could already feel yourself dripping on your thigh.

"Fuck baby. Getting daddy so hard huh? But do you deserve it after what you did."

"No daddy I have been bad. Very bad." You said. Extremely excited for what was in store for you. Shawn being a little rough and dominant always got you in the mood no matter when and where. That was his effect. The fact that only you got to see this side of the otherwise always a sweetheart gentle giant Shawn worked wonders on you. You loved it and he knew that.

"Hmm so kitten what is your punishment then?" Shawn whispered in your left ear. Making goosebumps arise on your body.

"Spanks, daddy. I have to count."

"Mm look at you being so good. How many do you deserve baby? "

"6 daddy? "

"Isn't that very less for what you did hun? Make it 10."

"Okay daddy."

He tugged at your hands as an indication for you to raise them so that he could take off his large hoodie of you. Leaving you only in your black lace panties. Looking at your almost naked body, Shawn couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips. Hands immediately cupping both your boobs. "So beautiful kitten."

"Thank you, daddy."

He proceeded on to take off his shirt. His biceps flexing in the process making your mouth water. You still were in a haze. This man, literally Adonis was yours? How'd you get so lucky? His flawless skin. The little hair peppering his chest. The defined pecs. His abs. You didn't even realise you were gawking at him. Literally with your mouth open. A chuckle brought you back to reality. Getting flushed instantly.

"Mmm definitely enjoying what you see hun. Come here." He said sitting at the edge of the bed opening his legs so that you could bend over his thighs. You did as told.

"Want these off baby. " He tugged at your panties. Before you could even move to get them off. He ripped them apart in half as if it was nothing. You got wetter if that was possible.

"Now bend." He said. You did as told. You bent over his lap.

"Count baby." He growled as his hand slapped your right ass cheek. A loud moan leaving your lips. "One."

Another spank at the same place. Making it become an angry red. "Two." You whined.

Shawn saw your wetness dripping down your thighs forcing a strangled moan out of him. His fingers immediately going to your freshly shaved pussy lips. "You are enjoying this so much kitten? " He asked as his fingers dipped in your folds, you almost screaming at the sudden action, then he took them in his mouth. You sublimated right that moment. If this wasn't the hottest thing you'd ever seen you didn't know what was. You felt pure bliss.

Still in that euphoria you didn't realize how time passed and his hand came in contact with your ass again. Harder than before.

"Three." You cried. Your ass blood red. Tears threatening to fall out of your eyes any second. Just for a second Shawn's demeanor faltered. He seemed to be having second thoughts. He couldn't hurt you. His hand soothingly titillating the area.

You, as if, read his thoughts and told him to continue. "It hurts so good, daddy." That was all he needed. "You're doing so good kitten. Just two more." With that his hand came down again not so hard this time. You moaned, loving the burning sensation.

He repeated the same with your left cheek. You started to cry by the time he was done. He took you in his arms. Making you face him. Straddling his lap. "Did so good for me baby." You rested your head on his shoulder. Your bare pussy against the rough fabric of his jeans. His thick thighs clenching. And you started to grind your self on his thigh. You didn't even realise when. The pleasure seeming to only increase with each thrust of your hips. You let out a moan at the same time as Shawn, it's what made reality dawn upon you. Your actions halted thinking he'd want to punish you, maybe.

When you looked into his eyes, they were darker than before, almost black, filled with insatiable hunger. A wave of confidence hit you. Your movements resumed. Your pace a little faster now. Your hands made way around his neck, wrapping them for support as he held you by your waist. His eyes boring into yours, you felt yourself melt. "I want you to get off my thigh, Y/N. Don't stop until you cum." He said in a voice that was enough to do it for you. He sounded so fucking sexy you couldn't even make sense of it. "Okay daddy." With that you increased your pace. His toned muscles flexing with your movements. It felt like heaven. You felt the fire burn in you. That familiar pit. Shawn kept on cooing filthy things in your ear sending you over the edge even faster. You held onto him for dear life as you came, nails digging in his skin. This was different. The way he responded to your actions. It felt unreal. It was beyond amazing.

"Felt so good daddy." You said as you went to kiss him. He captured your lips with his, kissing you with burning passion. You poured all your apologies, how ashamed you were of your unreasonable behavior, your unconditional love for him, all in that kiss. It conveying more than you could vocally have.

"Look at you hun, ruined daddy's pants huh? Looked like a goddess getting off of my thigh. You like it?"

"Loved it daddy. I love 'em."

He wrapped your legs around his waist as if you weighed nothing, standing up. He threw you on the bed. Taking his pants off along with his boxers. His thick member sprang out of the confines hitting his abdomen making the most unholy noise. You almost gasped at how terribly hard he was. It must be painful.

You scooted closer to him on the bed, reaching the edge. "Can I taste you, daddy? "

"Fuck. Go ahead baby."

"Mmm okay." You said as you reached for him. Getting in between his thighs. Making him sit on the bed and getting on your knees on the floor. You wanted to make him feel just as good as you felt. And boy were you determined.

You took his length in your hands. Spreading the precum all over it and your lips pulling out a pornographic moan off him. He stared at you in awe. Looking so pretty with his cock in your hands, on your knees for him. So wet, your juices dripping everywhere. It was nasty and he loved it.

You took his balls in your mouth, caressing his cock, all the prominent veins and the angry red tip making you salivate. You started running your hands up and down him. Sucking his balls. "Fuck honey, so good. Go on." He caressed your hair. "Always so good for me." You released his balls from your mouth with a pop sound and licked his underside from the base to the tip, feeling each vein. You took his tip in your mouth making him almost stop breathing. "Such a good girl, Y/N. Doing amazing." He moaned. It felt like music to your ears. You finally took him all in. He let out a loud whine. The warmth of your mouth making him dizzy. You started moving your head faster, almost releasing him fully then taking as much of him as you could until he hit the back of your throat. You loved giving Shawn a head. Hell you loved doing everything to him. Anything you did for him, with him was automatically your favorite. You felt what a dumbass you were to even think of leaving him. He's the best thing that has happened to you ever. He's your present and your future. You can't let yourself ruin that. Shawn abruptly stopped you. Pulling himself out of your mouth. You gave him a confused look. "What's wrong, Shawn?" "Not gonna last long, baby. Wanna feel you. Be inside you. Come here." He scooped you in his arms. Made you lay on the bed facing the vanity mirror. He came up beside you. His large body engulfing you as he spooned you. You reached down taking him in your hands, not being able to take anymore teasing. You needed him in you. Wanted to feel full again. It almost felt like the first time today. Your emotions all over the place, being so raw. You loved every microsecond of it. You lined him with yourself, almost about to take him in when Shawn took control. "Calm down. You know Y/N, good girls don't behave like this." "Sorry." You mumbled grumpily. His hand wrapped around your throat. Pressing lightly. Fuck, you got wetter if that was humanely even possible. You felt you might cum right then. "Sorry, what honey? Be good." "Sorry Daddy." "Mmm better." He said as he rubbed his tip at your slit. Teasing you like always. "So wet for me, honey. You've ruined all the sheets." You just moaned loudly in response incapable of forming a coherent sentence. He slowly pushed inside you. He was so fucking big. It hurt. He stretched you out so well. Relief washing you over. Feeling him in you made you feel complete. He stilled once he was inside letting you adjust. "Move baby? " He asked. "Mmm fuck. Yes daddy." You said.

His hand moved from your throat to your clit, rubbing you as he fucked you hard from behind. Your eyes started to close which as soon as he noticed he stopped. You whined so loudly at this it was almost shocking for you. "Open your eyes, baby if you want me to continue. Watch us in the mirror. Watch how daddy fucks you so good." And you saw the most obscene sight. His one hand rubbing your clit. You could see his cock move in and out of you. Other hand on your left boob pressing it hard. You couldn't help but whimper at the beautiful view. So dirty. You loved it.

His pace got faster as he dipped his neck into the crook of your neck leaving hickeys. Your hand reaching back holding onto his arm. Your nails scratching him, digging into his skin.

The feeling of bliss took over you as you yelled "I'm going to cum, Shawn." "Come for me, honey. I'm gonna cum too." His pace faltered becoming slower. He was close too. He rubbed your little nub faster, the nerves started burning at his assault.

"Aaah fuck fuck fuck daddy." With that you came all over him, him following you almost instantly. He let out a grunt as he came inside you, filling you up. Riding you both to the end of your orgasms.

He stayed like that for a few minutes. Not moving at all. Then he pulled out of you. Getting up to go to the bathroom like he always did. He came back with a wet towel, cleaning you up so gently. Then he cleaned himself up with the same towel. And you don't know but this always felt so intimate to you. More than all that you guys just did. Him cleaning you both up with the same towel made your heart flutter. You were so fallen for him you didn't know yourself.

He came back after dumping the towel with the dirty laundry.

As soon as he came to bed, you snuggled into his chest. He was your home. You felt so safe. No one could hurt you with him there. Not even you, yourself. He'd protect you.

A single tear slipped from your eye as you both lay in comfortable silence cuddled with each other. As he noticed it, in the sweetest voice ever he said "It's okay baby. You don't have to even think about what happened earlier, again. I knew it'd affect you badly and I still went for it. I knew if I asked you, you'd never say no. So it was me taking you for granted, hun. You're not at fault. It was me, baby. I put you in that spot."

"Oh shut up, Mendes. Always making me seem so good. It was my and only my fault. Don't you dare blame it on yourself. And I'm so so sorry. I won't ever doubt what we have. It's the most real thing I have felt in my whole 22 years of existence. I love you so much, words can't even express it."

"But you do in other ways. You know." He smirked making you roll your eyes, nudging him lightly in his chest.

"You riding my thigh was the most fucking hot view ever. Trust me, I almost came."

"Oh shut it and let me sleep." You said all flustered about what you did.

"One last thing, baby. "

"Hmm? "

"You're the only one I want. "

You cuddled more into him finally being able to fall asleep soundly in your home.

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babylooneytoonz · 4 years ago

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monster

part two of bear

Ft. Geralt of Rivia x Reader

summary: when Geralt loves the monster inside of you, you think you have nothing to worry about. But what happens when someone frames you when you are innocent and poisons your lover's mind, turning him against you?

warnings: angst

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The smouldering heat from the fire warmed your blood and bones to no extent, but what was the point of it? You looked at the blanket of the stars above you, but the brittle tears in your eyes made your vision blurry and difficult. Bringing your fingers gingerly to the side of your blood stained face, you pinched the bridge of your nose, waiting for the midnight to strike once more and your wretched curse to take over you.

He was your respite, in this cruel world of harshness. He, in his own different way, his outer shell hard and impossible to crack; used to be soft and gentle just for your eyes. He was like your little flicker of fire, that reflected in your eyes, warming up the cold in your heart. Geralt of Rivia. Fucking White Wolf. The bloody bastard that did this to you, and now you were out here, in the middle of nowhere, hunched underneath the canopy of the trees, warming yourself up by the little fire that you had lit, afraid of being caught.

The deeper you stared into the sizzling embers, your chin resting unceremoniously against your knees, that you had pulled up, and had an arm locked around, the more the thoughts and the memories plagued you, of the countless times the Witcher had shown you how he wasn't like the others.

The way he made love to you that night he found out about your curse. It was gentle, and raw. He held you close to his chest after that, the heat radiating from his body warming up your frame, as his lips tenderly explored your shoulders, and your lips. He held you to his chest, his thick, beefy fingers stroking through your course sweaty locks, his firm body pressed to you as he shared your bed, night after night, except for the days he was out on a monster hunt.

Geralt of Rivia looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. His fingers delicately traced the line of your lips, down your neck, over the valley of your breasts, and his breathing hitched, his lips pursing together, his golden orbs radiating with a warmth every time he was around you.

After midnight struck, and you turned into the bear you turned every single night into, Geralt didn't run away. Instead, you did. The first three nights of being with him, you ran away every single night the second you transformed, and it was a more a feeling of disgust on yourself, than a fear that you would end up hurting Geralt.

Then, from the fourth night, and the fifth, he began following you; his adept, athletic form running after you, jumping over the hedges and the thorns, just to make you stop running from him.

The sixth night, he finally stopped you, cornering you to a stone hill, his hands raised slightly, on either of his side, his chest heaving up and down, "It's me, my love." You knew it was him, but he was trying to make sure. You turned your animalistic front away from him, turning your back towards him. Geralt didn't go away, instead he took a step closer until you felt him place a hand on your back, the first touch barely grazing you, but it was as if he was waiting for your reaction. When you didn't flinch or try to attack him, he began stroking your fur tenderly and a growl emancipated from your snoot.

He was taming the monster in you, slowly yes but he sure was. You didn't run away from him this time.

That night, or the few nights after that, Geralt didn't leave your side even as you turned into that bear again. He stayed, nuzzling the side of your massive face with his nose, his fingers gently scratching your neck, just beneath your snout.

Your mornings with him were the best, especially when you changed back into your own human form upon the touch of the first sunlight, Geralt was with you, holding your hands in his as he watched your bear form melt away. He smiled, as though welcoming you back after a long journey, pulling your tiny, naked form against his chest to give you the warmth as he took his shirt off and let it slide over your frame. Holding you close to his side, he walked you back to the shared shack the two of you now lived in.

What had gone wrong so terribly that you were forced to hide in the thick woods, away from the humanity and away from Geralt?

Geralt didn't know what to believe. He didn't want to believe. There was blood everywhere the smell of it so strong, it was making him sick. Little children, young adults, women, no one was spared. The entire shack now lay abandoned, with bodies lined to the front door with massive claw marks that looked like that of a bear. His heart sank.

She was never like this; she was never a monster but he wasn't so sure anymore.

The stench was unbearable, the whispers of the villagers growing louder and louder into Geralt's ears. He could feel their hatred piercing through his flesh, their fingers pointing at him, blaming him for sheltering the monster they should have dealt with a long time ago. Was it a mistake saving her? Was she actually a monster hiding her true self under a blanket of kindness? For the first time, Geralt of Rivia had no answers.

Dejected, his head hung low, his mind dazed, not with the amount of ale he had had to drink, but rather the plague of his unrelentless morbid thoughts, Geralt walked back to the shack he shared with you, dreading coming face to face with you for the first time.

As he stepped into the shack, he could hear the utensils cracking against each other as you hunched over the sink, cleaning the brass vessels under the running water, your palms scrubbing the oil off them. You were humming to yourself in a low voice, and usually Geralt melted at the sight, wrapping his thick, veiny arms around your waist as he pulled you to him and kissed all the knots and the stress from his body away. But this time, things were different. You were the cause of his stress.

"You're home, love," you whispered, finally aware of his presence. Geralt wasn't specifically silent, with his heavy, burly frame and the armour that was in the least extremely noisy, "I'll get your bath. And the broth is almost on the last boil."

Geralt didn't respond, instead he began stripping down his armour until he was dressed in just his underwear. By that time, you had warmed some water in a metal tub for him, and Geralt stepped into it, hissing slightly as some old healing wounds on his feet came in contact with the warm water; as he sunk in comfortably, placing both his hands on either of the sides. He had a lot to think about.

You regarded him carefully. His shoulders were tense; his body hunched slightly and the old scars on his back were glistening under your candle that lit the room. You strolled towards him, pulling up a stool behind him and came to sit down, your fingers gently trailing over his back until you were scrubbing his back. He stiffened to your touch, and your touch suddenly felt foreign to him.

"Geralt, what's wrong?" Your lip quivered, and your heart sank, at how distant he was being. Yes, Geralt had always been a man of few to no words, but where his words fell short, his actions told you how he cared for you. But today, it was like you had been left to stand in a cold winter night, and Geralt had locked himself away, with the only source of warmth with him.

Suddenly, he stood up, splashing water all around the tub, soiling the flooring and you stood up too, frowning as to what had come over him. He leapt out of the bathtub, his naked form flashing in front of your eyes as he turned his bum towards you and began drying himself off with the cloth you had laid out for him. Once done, he pulled his tights up his toned legs and turned briefly towards you and started wearing his shirt, "Leaving."

"But Geralt, you just –"

"I need a fucking drink. I'll be at the tavern. Don't wait for me," He cut you off, brutally tearing through the soft coating of your tender heart, and you couldn't help but swallow his rudeness, and nodded. You grabbed a mop, and began cleaning the mess he had made on the floor, only to glare at him as he sat down against the side of the bed and began throwing his boots on.

"Leave, and don't even think of coming back into bed in the middle of the night, shit drunk and stinking like a pig," you snarled taking a sharp breath through your nose as you turned away from him and began mopping with your back turned towards him, your shoulders rigid and tense, your arm movements fast and angry.

"I sleep with a fucking bear, can me stinking like a pig be worse?"

You dropped the mop unceremoniously to the floor with a loud clash and turned towards him, your eyes narrowed down and you felt an unrelentless rage inside of you, and this rage was mixed with hurt.

"Get the fuck out, Witcher," your voice was low pitched and dangerous, and with one glare in your direction, the steps of the Witcher faded into nothingness.

That night, as you laid in bed, waiting for that cruel minute when you would turn into an animal, you couldn't help but let your eyes bleed with hot , salty tears, running down your cheeks, soiling your bedding. You whimpered and curled into a ball, burying your face into your hands as you began crying.

You pressed your fisted palm to your mouth, pressing it tight against it so your cries subsided, for you could suddenly hear the sounds of footsteps outside your home. Of course it wasn't Geralt, you were sure of that; the footsteps weren't of a single person, and it felt like an entire army was marching down on you.

You sat up in bed and slid to the edge, standing up as you ran to the window. The villagers were all heading your way, holding lit torches, their faces angry and most of them were yelling.

You cried in pain, looking down at your bleeding thigh were a villager's dagger had managed to cut you. They had found you hiding in the forest, and since you hadn't transitioned into your animal form yet, they had tied you up in chains and were dragging you along the muddy path, their movements fast and calculated. They had to reach the prison before midnight.

The walk to the prison didn't take more than a few minutes, and soon you were pushed face first into one of the empty prison cells. It stank of piss and blood, and you weren't sure which smell was stronger and you couldn't help but crouch into a corner as they tied you up and let your head rest against your knees.

The villagers gawked at you like you were a specimen on display as you turned into that bear, but the restrains that were holding you still were stronger than your bear form, and you couldn't break them, no matter how hard you tried to free yourself.

Geralt hated the tavern, he hated the village and the villagers that lived in it, but when he needed the ale, his hatred was forgotten. He had a lot running through his mind as he drank the last of his ale, and turned towards one of the windows in the tavern. The sky had turned a pale orange, and within the next few minutes to an hour, the sun would be gracing the world. He wondered if you were still in the shack, or you were out running in the forest somewhere. The images of the impaled and clawed out corpses came spiralling into his mind, and his grip on the pitcher almost tightened in reflex.

He was almost about to leave, when Jaskier pushed open the door, his panic stricken eyes scanning the interiors of the tavern until his eyes spotted the white haired man. He pushed a man aside, making his way towards him.

"Geralt, listen–"

"Not now, Jaskier," Geralt growled at him, his eyes glowing with anger.

Jaskier lowered himself into the chair opposite the Witcher and just looked at him, exasperated.

"Aren't you just one bit concerned on [Y/N]'s wellbeing? You're getting yourself drunk, and the villagers are planning to kill her for something she hasn't even done–" Jaskier added.

"the villagers know what they are doing," Geralt took a deep breath, shifting his gaze from Jaskier, and staring idly at the sun that was now rising.

"You what? You–" Jaskier fumbled; he couldn't believe his ears. "They poisoned you too, didn't they?"

"I saw those bodies, Jaskier," Geralt stood up, his chair noisily clattering against the cold floor of the tavern. Ignoring Jaskier, who was now sitting with his palms curled into tight fists, he made his way to the tavern owner, shelling out his pouch of coins. He pulled out the coins and placed them on the counter, and without glancing back at Jaskier, he began walking out when Jaskier came running towards him, and began following him.

"I don't want to be a part of this, Jaskier."

"Listen to yourself, Geralt. That's [Y/N]. She is being framed. I know it in my heart, she cannot do this, please Geralt. They will kill her and once you come back to your senses, it will kill you."

Geralt grunted under his breath as his palm swiped over his jaw. He stiffened as he heard a few villagers began speed walking towards the right, and Geralt frowned, grabbing one of them by their collar.

"Get your hands off me, Witcher. What the fuck–"

"Where are the villagers going?" Geralt grumbled.

"Why? To the market of course. That cursed bitch is to be publicly killed for the murders of our children–" he pulled his shirt off the Witcher's grip, and without giving him another glance, he joined the other villagers and they walked off.

"Wake the fuck up, you monster, and get your tits off the floor," someone threw you an old looking dress, and you opened your eyes to the commotion around you, only to realize that the villagers were all standing outside your cell. You sat up, hurriedly pushing yourself to the wall as you brought your knees up to cover your breasts. You hurriedly reached for that torn dress they had given you; for something was better than nothing, and your own dress was now nothing but pieces of torn fabric strewn here and there. You pulled it over your head, bringing it down to your body, when someone grabbed your arm and pulled you up.

"Can't wait to finally get rid of you, you Satan's spawn," one of them spat on the floor just next to your feet, as one of them began walking out, your chain in his hands. The other one held you by your arm, yanking you to move out and you had no choice.

"Why?" You whispered, your eyes already beginning to cloud with your tears, your eyes widened in fear as you stepped out of your cell and the men began walking out.

Outside, it felt like the entire village had gathered just to watch what was going to happen to you. The looks on their faces were far from sympathetic, there was hate in their eyes and you closed your eyes and let out a cry, as a stone hit the side of your face, just beneath your temple and blood started oozing out of the cut the stone had given you. The villagers were now chanting the words 'kill the beast' again and again, as you were being pushed through the crowds.

The realization was beginning to sink in, as blood trickled down your temple; your heart raced mercilessly. This was the end, it finally was. You couldn't help but think of Geralt as you walked with them, you wondered where he was and if he cared enough. The fight last night had been strange but even stranger was the fact that he wasn't here to save you from these people today.

Even bigger was the realization and the hurt that arose as a result of it; that Geralt too thought of you as a monster. Maybe you deserved this.

"fucking bitch," someone yelled from the crowd, and just then, a massive stone was hurled at you, right at your face, hitting you square in the jaw. Your body twisted when it hit you, your face falling to your right as the pain grew. Your face felt like it was on fire. When you looked up, you realized that you were standing alone; so hopelessly alone, and the villagers all stared at you with venom laced in their eyes. Their leader or whoever this man in the front was, had his sword drawn out as he spat, "any last wishes, you monster?"

You closed your eyes, your body giving up, when you heard the galloping of a horse. When you opened your eyes again, you saw Roach pushing her way through the crowd; though technically the people were moving out of her way , for they didn't want to get crushed under its legs. Geralt's white hair flew due to the wind, and his lips were pressed together, as Roach galloped towards you. When Geralt was close enough, he suddenly flung himself to his side, his legs still secured by the saddle as he grabbed you by your waist and flung you up onto the moving mare.

Angry cries of disdains and yells sounded from behind you, but you weren't looking. Your eyes were fixed on Geralt, as you were clinging on him for life, but he was looking straight ahead, as Roach galloped away.

The air hit your face like ice lollies, and Geralt's body felt nothing like the warmth it always gave you. Although you were now sat in front of him on the mare, the distance between you two felt like two ends of a river bank.

Finally, the mare lowered it's pace as it came to a halt and you squinted your eyes only to realise that you were now on the outskirts of the city, on the other side of the forest.

"Get down," Geralt's cold voice said.

Without a word, you got down, and following you, Geralt hopped off Roach.

"Geralt," you mumbled.

"Leave this village. Go anywhere. I won't be around to always save you from them."

You looked at the man's sublime face. The sun shone down on him, making him look even radiant than he already was. You bit your lip, your face contorted in hurt as you nodded and ran your hand across the side of your face to straighten your ruffled up hair.

Geralt turned away without saying another word ad he began climbing on Roach's back once more but your words stopped him,"Just why Geralt? What did I do wrong?"

He turned but not completely. It was like he couldn't bear the sight of you any longer.

"You're a monster, and the next time, I don't think I will be the one saving you."

You blinked, watching him ride away, his fiery white hair flowing with the wind, his shoulders tense, until he was out of sight.

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love-hatred-stuff · 3 years ago

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Preview;; In trouble :: ot7 bts

You are not only their Manager who handles most of the boy's dramas and technical complications but also their best friend, they love you so much their whole life balance would be teared apart if you would leave them.

Not to say that they're not capable enough, of course they deserved every little success because they worked very hard for it and they planned every single step with you together that's why they were so emotionally attached to you. And maybe not only that, particular members felt more for you than someone should feel for their manager and friend. But even if you knew about it, you ignored it. Because you heart was out of stone when it came to something that could threaten their image, you would never jeopardise their successful careers.

A new day a new challenge. You knew today would be hard for them. But unfortunately you only had a little understanding, since they really fucked up a few days a go.

Of course namjoon was the only one that came to you and told you about the mess they made. He was the only one that could be trusted a hundred percent when it was about something like this. Then there were the three other members that weren't loud but weren't quiet either, Jin, Yoongi and Hoseok stayed mostly in their dorm to have fun. Just the well known "maknaes" had to have fun elsewhere, at least two nights before, when they all made the huge mess.

You couldn't say you were surprised, but you were disappointed and stressed even more. You didn't thought they'd be so childish again and get drunk in the middle of seoul and tell some reporters random stories about their lifes.

Now you had to clean up the mess and surely would stay mad at Jungkook and Taehyung. Jimin was with them aswell but you knew how sensitive he could get and you were absolutely sure that when some things they said came out, it all would be too much to handle. So you prepared for three desperate men that begged for attention.

They didn't know you knew about it and you somehow managed to tell them to search for attention somewhere else because you were busy handling stuff. It worked pretty well until they had to be interviewed by some relatively famous magazine brand.

So all the boys sat down on the chairs. Their make-up was done, their hair, and so their outfits were on point, how you always managed to do everything at the same time without influencing the quality of their appearance.

And after a few minutes a women began asking them questions about everything she could possibly ask about. It already seemed to be a bit too much to you but when she suddenly brought up the question how much they'd change when they're drunk, you shouted "Cut!", loudly enough for everyone to stop in their tracks. But the woman seemed to be the only one that didn't understand that word. So she continued asking while you tried to quickly run to them, so you could save the situation.

"As we all saw; Jimin is the one that brings up dumb ideas, isn't he? And Taehyung and Jungkook like to bring up every members past. It was funny how they told us about -" You shoved the camera man to the sight before interrupting the rude woman again.

"I'm sorry but the time's up and the members won't answer such questions anyways. So we are done for today, thank you." The woman seemed a bit surprised but eventually left after your comment.

Then you turned around and saw seven sad faces. Jimin was your first to deal with as you saw how he silently cried in his hands. You hugged him and lasted like this for a while. Tae and Kook watching from the sight, feeling guilty and jealous at the same time.

You always had a soft spot for Jimin and they didn't really appreciated that. But you didn't care and whiped Jimin's tears carefully, seeing his puffy eyes. You were sure he was one of the best looking man in history and seeing him like that made your heart warm up as he melted into your touch. But you had to stand up, looking at them with a straight face once again. You knew it wasn't the fault of the older members but they could have at least hold them back until you would've handle it.

"Guys, you know I'm disappointed in you. I wish I could handle it differently but you're not leaving any choices here. You're gonna go home and talk about it. If I'll hear you ended up fighting then there are gonna be worse consequences. You hear me? So control yourself and stop being childish. Your car is waiting for you. I'll be with you when I cleaned up this mess." You spoke in a few octaves higher than usual.

So they knew they were in trouble.

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shawnmendesbuddy · 3 years ago

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The Lord and ‘Lady’ of the House

Summary: Shawn has a lot of pressure to get married. One day at a party, he runs into a pretty handmaiden who is struggling to pay her bills. They decide to fake their proposal…

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of abuse/torture, wee hint of angst

"Shawn! This is the Lord of the Manor Essex and his daughter, Lucinda," Shawn's mother proudly stated, introducing him to them.

Lucinda held her hand out for him and he gently grabbed it in his own, kissing the back of it. It was soft and dainty and smelt like a strong fragrance. He pulled his face back quickly, resisting the urge to sneeze.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Mendes," Lord Essex firmly shook his hand, sending him a bright smile.

He side eyed his mom. This was the fourth lady she had brought to him that night and he was fed up. He didn't want to be wed to anyone, he just wanted to live his life. If the right girl were to come along, then he would choose to ask for her hand. But until then, he wished his mother would stop pestering him about finding a wife.

"Shawn's a little shy, but I'm sure he would love to dance with your daughter," his mother stated.

Lucinda giggled and placed a hand over her mouth. Shawn put on his best fake smile and held his hand out to her. She placed her hand in his as he led her out to the dance floor.

"So... this season is coming to an end in a few weeks. Have you chosen a Lady?" Lucinda questioned. She knew full well he hadn't, and she was trying to coax him into asking for her hand. It's what all the Ladies did, and Shawn couldn't stand it.

"No, and I don't think I will," Shawn grimaced as she accidentally stepped on his toes.

"Oops! Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's quite alright. I think I'm just going to take a break for a minute." He excused himself from her and walked to the side of the ballroom, being careful to avoid his mom.

"Wait! I think you just need to get to know me better. I could be a perfect Lady," Lucinda chased after Shawn and gripped onto his elbow. The people around them stared at the two.

Shawn sighed. This is how they all were like. He was the most eligible bachelor in all of Toronto which made him the most wanted. He couldn't stand Ladies like Lucinda; the ones who wouldn't take no for an answer.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look Lucinda, you're a very kind young women, but I'm not looking for a wife. And quite frankly, the more that this happens to me, the more I don't think I'll ever want one."

Her face fell before she turned around and stormed off, her feet stomping on the way back to her father.

The people around Shawn sent him sympathetic looks before going back to what they were doing beforehand.

***

"Shawn! You are about to become the Lord of the Manor! Don't you think you want to have a wife to help you manage?! I'm not going to always be around! And with your father's untimely death, I'm feeling discouraged! I can't continue to raise you for much longer! You need a wife to take care of you," his mother yelled at him on the way home in the carriage.

Shawn stared out the window, ignoring what his mother was telling him. He had had this lecture too much in the past three years. He was only 21; although that was an old age to be unwed at, he still felt too young to be married.

"I love you Shawn, and all I want is for you to be happy. So please, for me, at the next ball, pick a girl and ask for her hand. You've met all of them, now you just have to decide."

***

Shawn paced the hall outside the ballroom. His mom said he had to leave the ball with a fiancée. He didn't want to cause her any more stress and trouble, so he was going to follow through with her wishes.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to bother you, but is everything okay?"

Shawn jumped and quickly turned around. He came face to face with the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She sent him a shy smile.

"I'm fine, are you okay?"

She furrowed her eyebrows, her lips pursing as she stared at him with a confused look. "What do you mean? Of course, I'm okay."

"Well then why are you out here if you're okay?"

"Why are you out here if you're okay? Unless what you're suggesting is that you're not okay," she tilted her head to the side, examining him. Shawn felt his cheeks turn red under her intense stare.

"I... well then, you must not be okay either or else you wouldn't be out here."

She blinked a few times and then giggled softly to herself, as if she was sharing an inside joke that only she knew. "I'm just the maid... I've never been in there when the party is going on. I simply clean up after the fact. "

Shawn chuckled to help alleviate the awkward tension as his face burned with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I truly thought you belonged in there. But I was a fool to assume. I've met all those ladies millions of times, or at least it feels like millions of times."

She nodded her head. "Well then, I must get back to my duties," she started to turn away from him and he knew that he had to do something. He couldn't just let this woman walk out of his life. She was refreshing. She didn't fall at his feet. She wasn't trying to act like something she wasn't.

"Wait! Be my guest."

"To what?" she laughed nervously.

"To this party of course!"

"I don't belong in there. Plus, if the Lady or Lord of the house were to see me in there—especially without proper attire—I would lose my job. And I really need this job." He could see the desperation in her eyes when she talked about her job. She must've been a peasant; those were the only poor people around.

He stared at her for a few seconds, weighing the options in his head. He could walk into the ballroom with her dressed in her black skirt and white apron and ask her to dance. Or he could go in there alone and choose one of the simpleton ladies to marry him.

She was a gorgeous girl. And she was fantastic company. In fact, Shawn couldn't recall smiling—genuinely smiling—with any of the other Ladies he had met. Maybe he could give this a shot. He just needed to convince the town and his mother that she was a Lady.

"What would you say if I told you I could buy you out of this job."

She shook her head. "Thank you for the kind offer, but it's not that simple. My father," her eyes began to water, and her throat closed up, "he's sick. This is the only thing that helps me pay the doctor. And if I were to accept, and you could pay the Lord and Lady enough to buy me out of this job, what would I do after? How would it benefit me or you?"

Shawn feels the girl a pitiful look. "I... You could come live with me in the Mendes Manor. I'd pay for your father's bills, and you'd never work a day in your life again."

Her mouth dropped open. "You would do that for me? But you don't even know me? You don't even know my name?"

"Is it too late now to ask what it is?"

She chuckled softly. "But there's got to be something in it for you, so what do you want?"

Shawn looked out the window of the manor as he spoke. "It's my third season, not that I care. But my mother... she's grown sad. She wants me to find someone to wed. None of the Ladies have caught my eye. If it's not too much to ask, would you mind being my fiancée? Just for a few months. Just to get my mother off my back. And then you can run away or—or fake your death, I don't know. But I would give you all the money you need to support you and your father and make sure you're taken care of and live comfortably for the rest of your life."

She sucked in a breath of air. "I... yes! If it helps my father, I will do anything! Thank you, really truly thank you!" She ran towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck, embracing him.

He was shocked at first, too stunned to move, but then he gently wrapped his arms around her waist and breathed in her scent. She smelt of oranges and violets, bringing him back to his childhood when he would spend the summer at his grandparents' house.

"But wait! Everyone in there will know I'm just a maid with the way I'm dressed."

"Don't worry. I've heard the Lady of the house retires early and I have a plan."

***

"Lady Schreave, may I come in?"

"Of course, dear." She slowly walked into the room, Shawn following behind her.

"Lady Schreave, I have someone here to meet you."

Lady Schreave's face lit up the second she saw Shawn. "Well, if it isn't the talk of the town! What can I do for you, my boy?"

Shawn smiled at Lady Schreave before kissing her hand. "I was wondering if I could pay you enough money to buy this young woman from you. She is quite lovely."

Lady Schreave smirked and glanced between the two. "She is very lovely, isn't she? You don't need to pay me anything, just take care of her and her father for me," her eyes teared up as she pulled the girl into a hug.

"I'm going to miss you very dearly Y/N."

So that is her name, Shawn thought.

"And Shawn, do you wish to wed her?"

"I do," he blushed as Lady Schreave sent him a wink.

She turned back towards Y/N, "Well then, if a proposal is happening tonight, we better get you dressed in something more appropriate, oughtn't we?"

***

"Don't be nervous. Just smile and don't forget to say 'yes' when I ask for your hand. Now, since your father isn't here, it will be a little untraditional, and we might get asked questions. Say that you are the niece of Lady and Lord Schreave, and you are visiting them from out of town."

Y/N nodded. She was dressed in one of Lady Schreave's old ballgowns. It was cream colored with long sleeves that went down to her wrists and gold flowers painted onto the bodice. She wore white gloves, a symbol of being unwed. She had never felt more beautiful.

"You look magnificent, you ready?"

She sighed and wrapped her arm underneath his. "Lead the way."

He opened the grand doors into the ballroom and all the heads in the room turned towards them. He felt her squeeze his arm as he searched for his mother's face. She stood towards the back of the room with a small smile.

"Mother, meet Lady L/N. She is Lord and Lady Schreave's niece. She is visiting them right now. Since her father is not here, you are the next in line to initiate the proposal."

Shawn watched as his mother's eyes grew wide and her smile grew as well. She had waited for this moment for a long time.

"Of course, dear," she patted his cheek and then turned towards Y/n. "Shawn, if you would remove her left-hand glove and give it to me, please."

Everyone in the ballroom stared at Y/N with envy in their eyes. She was taking the most eligible bachelor away from them and they hated her for it.

Shawn took Y/n's left hand in his and gently pulled the glove off her hand. Her bare skin against his lit a fire inside of him and he gasped at the feeling.

Shawn knew what to do next, he knelt on the ground and reached for his grandmother's ring in his pocket. His mother had given it to him tonight in hopes of his engagement.

"Y/N L/N, I would like to ask for your hand in marriage. I promise to cherish you and love you with my whole being, will you marry me?"

"It would be my pleasure," He gently slid the ring onto her finger before standing up and placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. It was seen as taboo to go any farther than a kiss on the cheek before marriage, so that would have to do for now.

***

He watched her as she looked out the window of the carriage. A single tear falling down her face, kissing her skin. He gripped her hands in his, squeezing them.

"They hate me. I don't know what I did to them, but they do."

She was referring to the Ladies of the town. They hadn't been particularly fond of her because she took the most desirable man in the land.

She had been living comfortably at Shawn's manor with her father for a month now, but the harassment from the town's Ladies hadn't gotten any better. She wanted to fulfill her end of the bargain, but she found it increasingly difficult.

“Don’t worry my dear. We only must pretend for a little while longer. Once we get through the engagement party in a couple of weeks, you are free to leave,” it pained his heart to talk about her leaving, but it was for the best. No one could ever find out that she wasn’t a Lady. If they were too, she would be charged with serious crimes.

She inhaled deeply and turned to face him. “I’m sorry. You really are a great man, but this is very hard. I hate pretending to be something I’m not. I feel like everyone can see through me and it’s only a matter of time before I get caught. I’m sure some of those Ladies are already looking into my lineage. They can tell I’m a fraud!” She started to sob uncontrollably.

“Shh, let it all out,” He stood from his spot and sat down next to her, wrapping her in his arms. “If it’s too much, we can end it all as soon as we get off this carriage. You can march right into that manor and pack your things. I’ll tell my mother you ran away.”

“No! We can’t do that; it’ll be too obvious. I need to stick it through for a few more weeks. I can do it. And we also need to come up with a better cover story. I don’t know much about being a Lady, but I know that none of them, if given the opportunity, would run away from a chance to marry you.”

Shawn wanted to argue, but he knew she was right. If she left right now, a mob would be on her trail. They would chase her down and make her pay for her crimes.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do,” he whispered quietly as he petted her hair. She sighed into his shoulder and gripped tightly onto his shirt as a rain slashed onto the window of the carriage.

***

It took them longer than expected to reach the Mendes Manor because the wind had been blowing so hard, it had careened their carriage from side to side. When Shawn had held his hand out to help Y/N step down from the carriage and she saw the somberly look in Lady Mendes’s eyes, she knew something had happened.

“Y/N, it’s your father. He passed while you were away. The doctor tried to save him, but he said that the disease had spread too far in his body. I’m very sorry,” she led Y/N into the house as she said this, offering her a shawl to drape around her bare shoulders.

Y/N gladly took it, shivering as the news of her father’s death started to sink in. After the proposal at the ball, Shawn had asked his mother if they could host Y/N’s father as a guest. He told her that her father was a Lord, but since he had become too sick to take care of his manor, they had moved in the with the Schreaves.

Y/N doubted her father would’ve agreed to lying about being a Lord, but he was too sick to protest. During the past few weeks, he mostly slept. Y/N had stayed by his bed side as much as she could, but even she knew that his health had been deteriorating even with their new accommodations.

She slowly made her way up the stairs and to the room her father had been staying in, Shawn following closely behind her. As they entered the dark room, a big flash of lightning illuminated it and the sound of thunder echoed in reply as if to finalize the death of her dad.

He lay motionless in the bed, pale as snow. His lips were slightly parted, and he had never looked more ghostly. She was almost scared of him. He didn’t look like the father that she knew.

She slowly crept forward towards him and latched her hand in his cold one. She felt no warmth. “Daddy?” she whispered quietly. “Daddy, please,” she pleaded. She gripped onto his dead body and cried.

Shawn stood from afar, feeling a little out of place. His mother stood with him. “You should go and comfort her,” she whispered into his ear.

He didn’t know what else to do then to rub her back up and down and whisper sweet nothings into her ear. It seemed to calm her down because she fell asleep on Shawn’s shoulder, and he carried her to her room.

***

He awoke to the sound of screaming later that night and quickly ran towards the source. It was coming from Y/N’s room. He busted down the door, ready to fight off whoever it was, only to see that she was still asleep. He gently shook her, and she woke, staring straight into his eyes.

He took in a deep breath, because even in her anxious state, she still was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was wearing her night gown and he cleared his throat and looked away.

“You were having a nightmare. I was checking in with you to see if you were okay.”

“I…I was having a dream—more like a nightmare—about my father. His corpse kept yelling out me for lying to everyone. I feel so guilty Shawn. Are we really doing something terrible?”

Shawn shook his head. How could something that felt so right be wrong. He knew from spending the past month with her that she was his person. He knew he was falling in love with her when he shouldn’t have been, but he couldn’t help it. She enraptured him. She was like the forbidden fruit; so desirable but forbidden.

“No darling,” she picked up on the pet name he had used for her. She blamed it on his half-asleep self, but deep down she knew it wasn’t that. He had called her pet names plenty of times when he wasn’t half-asleep. If she was being honest with herself, she couldn’t ignore the butterflies it gave her. But they couldn’t be together. This was never supposed to last long-term.

“We aren’t bad people. We both needed something, and we both benefited from it. I…if you want to leave, I wouldn’t have my feelings hurt,” he spoke so quietly she didn’t know if she heard him.

“I’ll cover for you. Say that your dad’s death and the Ladies had made you crack. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you decided to leave town and head back to your manor. I could secretly send you money to wherever you relocate. Gosh, I just feel so useless.”

“You’re not useless and I’m not leaving. Like I said earlier, I’m sticking this through like we planned.”

“Even after what happened today?” He grimaced as he hesitantly referred to her father’s death.

“Yes,” her voice barely croaked.

“Good, you’re becoming a great friend and I would miss you if you left.” Friend. He had used the one word she never wanted to hear come from him, especially after the day she had had. An awkward silence ensued.

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay, but I don’t want to intrude. Have a good night, Y/N.”

“Wait! Please don’t go, I just need some comfort right now. Unless it’s too much of a bother.” A smile played at Shawn’s lips.

“It’s not too much of a bother at all.” He laid down next to her on the bed, far away enough to not touch her. He didn’t necessarily know his boundaries in this situation. He had never been in a women’s room (besides his mother’s) let alone slept next to one.

He heard her soft snores fill the room as he lay there looking up at her ceiling. He finally dozed off with thoughts of her in his mind.

***

The first ray of sun peeked through her curtains, and she yawned tiredly as she sat up. She felt movement next to her and quickly look to her side to see Shawn. She stared at his sleeping form; he looked so peaceful like he didn’t have a care in the world.

She heard him muttering something before he abruptly sat up. “Oh no! I’ve got to go right now! No one can know that I spent the night in here,” he threw off the sheets from the bed and frantically ran towards the door. “I’ll be back to pick you up for breakfast!” He walked out of the door and into the hall, leaving her alone.

She slowly rose from her bed, pulling the bedding back and placing the pillows on top to make it. She slipped out of her nightgown and pulled a light blue dress up her body. She did her best to cinch it, but she would need the maids help.

Lady Schreave had sent an abundance of dresses to Y/N to wear. And on top of that, Shawn’s mother took her shopping for some more as an engagement gift. Y/N really loved Shawn’s mom. She was kind and treated Y/N like she was her own daughter. She felt extremely guilty lying to her.

“Petra, do you think you could help me cinch this up?”

“Of course, Malady,” she walked into the room, grabbing the strings on the dress, and pulling it as hard as she could to tighten it.

Petra didn’t like Y/N. Much like the rest of the town, she thought Y/N was unworthy to marry Shawn. She didn’t see what made her so special. “Oomph!” Y/N yelped as she felt the fabric pinching her ribs and squeezing her lungs. “Please, that’s enough, I can breathe.” Petra stopped, but not before she pulled it a little tighter. She tied the dress up at the top and left the room without saying another word.

Five minutes later, after she had brushed through her hair and put it in a braid, she heard a knock on her door. “May I come in?” It was Shawn.

“Of course!” She opened the door for him, but quickly evaded her eyes from his. She felt herself blushing, embarrassment coursing through her. She let him enter the room and he sat down in the chair that was by her desk.

“How are you feeling? I’m sure you’re exhausted. Is there anything I can do for you?” He bombarded her with questions as she stood there, too stunned to speak. He hadn’t been into her room until last night and now he was making himself comfortable, as if he belonged there in her room next to her.

She didn’t know what to think of these new feelings she was having. Up until yesterday, this whole thing had been a mission for her. Play the part, get the money, leave when it’s time. But he had been so caring and thoughtful of her this entire time, and it made her heart do things.

“I’ve been better,” she chuckled taking a seat on her bed. “It still doesn’t feel real, you know. I knew that eventually the sickness would kill him, but…,” she blew out a breath of air.

“I felt the same way when my dad died. He was drafted to the war when I was eighteen. And then one day a letter arrived in the mail and the next thing I know; I would never see my dad again. It’s hard at first—really hard.”

“Does it ever get better? Will I always feel this pain in my heart, as if I’m missing a part of me?”

Shawn patted his chest right over his heart. “It gets easier as time passes, but the hole in your heart, it never heals,” he saw her face turn solemn, so he quickly corrected himself. “But I always think of what it’ll be like when I see him again. I believe life after death so I believe that someday, we will be together again.”

“I sure hope you’re right about that.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes before he spoke again. “Would it be better if you took breakfast in your room this morning?”

“No, it’s alright, I’ll head down with you.”

***

Being engaged to the heir of the Mendes Manor meant that Y/N would have to learn to host parties. The first and only party she would ever host, would be for her fake engagement.

The rock that had been placed on her hand a mere month and a half ago felt heavier than ever. With each day, the guilt built on top of her. She felt like she was sinking and the only thing that was saving her was Shawn’s presence in her life.

He had tried to help with the preparations of the party as best he could, but he had never been trained in that sort of thing, as it was the Ladies job, so his parents never saw fit to teach him. “I’m sorry, dear. I wish I could be of more help. You can always consult with my mother, I’m sure she’d love to help.” She shook her head. “This is something that I have to do on my own. If I can’t plan a party, then I am definitely not good enough to be your fiancée. It will only make the townspeople more trepidatious.

“Maybe we should just confess. It’s clearly causing you a lot of stress. I feel horrible about the pain you’ve been through the past few months. I promise I wouldn’t let them hurt you. We were in over our heads when we agreed to this.”

She nodded, but she didn’t want this to end. She had nothing left for herself, if she didn’t have Shawn and his loving mother in her life. She had lost everything…this was her only family. “I couldn’t bring dishonor to your family like that. It’s only one more week, I can do this.” Only one more week to say goodbye. One more week to accept the fact that she would never marry a man like Shawn. One more week to process and move on.

He hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head. Ever since the night he had spent in her room, he had been more affectionate with her. Holding her hand more out in public. Kissing her hand, her cheek, her head. It was just one more thing that was going to make it harder for her to say goodbye.

***

The engagement party crept up on Shawn fast and he found himself dreading the day. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Y/N. He had fallen in love with her, and the idea of her leaving brought him to tears. He didn’t know what to do.

They had agreed that she would leave after the engagement party in a carriage that his most trusted friends would be driving, Brian Craigen. Shawn and Brian had met when they were little lads and grew up to be close friends. Brian had agreed to take Y/N to the next town where she would spend the night and then leave on her way to wherever she wished to go. Brian knew it was risky, but he also knew that Y/N staying was even more risky.

“I’ll leave the money in the carriage for you and…we’ll part ways,” Shawn had whispered to her the night before the engagement party.

She nodded in agreement. “Thank you for everything Shawn. It really has been a pleasure getting to know you. I wish you the best of luck with your mother and your future wife.”

He smiled sorrowfully before turning away from her. He secretly wiped the tears that had formed in his eyes before retreating to his room.

***

Y/N woke early the next day, with a lump in her throat. She knew that today would be the hardest day of her life. Not only was she saying goodbye to the new family she had made, but she was also saying goodbye to the place her father raised her. To the place where she made all her favorite memories of him. And to the person that she never thought she would fall in love with: Shawn.

The red dress she had chosen to wear that night, looked too bright for her to wear in this state. She had cried herself to sleep the night before and she was almost positive that her eyes were puffy and red.

She didn’t see Shawn the entire day. She was too busy running around making sure that everything was going smoothly.

Shawn’s mom had pulled her aside to talk to her for a minute before they entered the party. “Remember dear, they just want to meet the new Lady of the house. It may seem nerve wracking at first but look for Shawn. That’s what I did at my engagement party. I looked towards Shawn’s father, and it made all the nerves go away. That’s how you know he’s the one.

“And in two weeks, when you’re walking down the aisle towards him, don’t stare at anything else. Trust me dear, it will make you too nervous. Oh! I’m so excited!”

Y/N smiled solemnly. “Thank you, Lady Mendes.”

“Please, I think it’s about time you called me mom. You’re about to become my daughter so it seems fitting,” she winked at Y/N who felt like she was going to throw up.

“Alright, I’ll go in there first and then you wait a few minutes and come in after me. Shawn will be waiting at the end of the stairs for you.”

***

Shawn wiped his sweaty palms on his black suit. It was going to be a very long and hard night for him. He closed his eyes and counted to ten before entering the ballroom inside of his house. Everyone cheered for him as he smiled and waved. He heard ‘congratulations’ from around the room as he walked towards the bottom of the stairs. First his mom would walk down them, and then Y/N.

His mother glided gracefully down the stairs. As she reached for her son, she pulled him into a tight hug and whispered, “She’s nervous too, you know. Don’t worry, everything will be okay.” She sent him a small smile before standing next to him at the bottom of the stairs.

“The Lady Y/N L/N, betrothed to Lord Shawn Peter Raul Mendes of the Mendes Manor.” Shawn gaped at Y/N as she walked down the stairs. He had never seen a more beautiful woman. Her hair was in tight curls, framing her face. Her red dress had cream coverings with a high neck. She was stunning. Except she wasn’t his.

He tried to keep a neutral face as he internally battled with himself to convince her to stay. To really marry him. Not just pretend to court him.

“Hello my dear. Shall we dance.”

And dance is what they did. Until their feet hurt, and the party was ending.

Y/N sighed as they bid farewell to their last guest. She held back tears as she got ready to part ways with Shawn. She didn’t know if she could do it.

“Excuse me for a moment, I have something for you before you leave. And it’s not just money.” Shawn whispered to her. He had written her a song sharing his feelings and he was hoping it would change her mind. But when he came down the stairs to sing it to her, she was already gone.

***

Y/N had waited for Shawn in the foyer of the Manor for his gift. She tried to hold it together, but a few tears were shed. Until she felt a sharp knife go against her neck and voice whisper in her ear, “You scream and you’re dead.” It was a male voice that she didn’t recognize, but it scared her enough not to act.

They put a bag over her head and escorted her out of the Manor and into a carriage. “You’re going to jail, and once you’re there, they’ll treat you like the rat that you are. How dare you lie to the town! How dare you steal Lord Mendes from my daughter! How dare you think that you are worthy of someone like him!

“Once he finds out that you’re not who you say you are…oh, he’ll have you hung you little bitch!” The man laughed maniacally, and Y/N couldn’t do anything, but sit there in her fear. She knew she would get caught, but Shawn’s captivating eyes had pulled her in, and she had to agree.

She wondered if Shawn would think anything of it. Maybe he thought that she left early. Maybe he thought she was already on her way out of town. Maybe she was just a pawn and the loving glances the two had shared was all fake. Maybe he had sold her out.

***

Shawn sat down on the couch in the foyer, his head in his hands. Maybe she had only been in it for the money. Maybe she never cared for him. She had been poor before him, so it was a logical explanation. Maybe he just imagined the connection between the two.

“Shawn, I’ve come to pick up your Lady,” Brian whispered into the room.

“You mean she got her own ride?! But that doesn’t make any sense because I gave the gold to you to give to her. Unless you already gave her the goal?!” Shawn started to panic. Something felt wrong about this situation. Deep down he knew Y/N wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye.

“What?! I still have the gold. You’re telling me she left without getting paid?!”

Shawn shook his head. That was the only logical explanation he could think of. He looked at the floor and saw a piece of the dress she had worn that night, laying on the floor. He picked it up and examined it.

“She didn’t leave by choice. She was taken….” Shawn stared at Brian, wide eyed. “That means that they know she’s a fake. We must get to the courthouse, now!”

***

Y/N was escorted to the jail cell and harshly thrown in. The bag was taken off her head and she saw the guards scowling at her. “You whore! You think you can get away with lying?! I think not! You’ll be hung for your crimes!”

“But what about a fair trial?!”

The guard scoffed at her. “A fair trial?! You committed treason and you almost got away with it! There is no trial, you’ll be hung in the morning. Tonight, you’ll receive a punishment tonight. You’ll be fed after your punishment. Do you understand?” The man’s harsh gaze caused Y/N to suck in a deep breath.

“Yes.”

“Good. Now put your hands behind your head.” She did as she was told. He walked into her jail cell and cuffed her.

***

Shawn felt like the carriage ride to the courthouse couldn’t have gone any slower. He was anxious. He knew that the punishment for treason was death, but he also knew they liked to torture their prisoners before then.

As soon as they arrived, he jumped out of the carriage and burst through the courthouse doors. “Where is she?!”

The jailer stared up from the book he was reading and eyed Shawn up and down. “Do you wish to see her punishment, Sir?”

Shawn shook his head ferociously. “Then I’m afraid you’ll have to wait.”

“No! She’s innocent, sir! I promise! I was the one that came up with the idea for her to pretend to be a Lady. This was all a stupid plan to get my mother and the whole town off my ass, but it became something bigger. So please, if you’re going to punish anyone, punish me.”

“I can’t do that. I have a man paying us very well for us to get the job done. So, unless you can top what he’s paying, she’s guilty.”

Shawn’s heart stopped. Who would want to do such a thing to beautiful, sweet Y/N? He almost threw up at the thought. “I’ll double whatever the amount is, just please!”

“Lord Mendes,” Shawn turned around to be met with Lucinda and her father. And then it all clicked. They were the ones who had taken Y/N captive

“You bastards!” He spat at them, before turning away. “Give me the damn key to her jail cell, now!”

The jailer looked behind Shawn towards Lord Essex. “Sir?”

“Don’t give him the key. I promise I can pay more money than him.”

Shawn shook his head. And then he heard screaming coming from the basement of the courthouse. He ran as fast as he could for the door to the cells, trying not to get caught by one of the guards. All he knew was that Y/N was in trouble and he wasn’t going to let her suffer.

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you?!”

He heard more screaming followed by a “Shut up girl!” and a cracking sound. He shuddered at the thought of what they could be doing to her.

“You have no right to do this!” He shouted through the jail. “I…bought her from Lady Schreave so technically, you’re damaging my property. I won’t stand for it! I could have you arrested for doing this!”

Suddenly, the sounds of screaming stopped and there was only crying. He had finally reached the end of the hall where Y/N was lying in her cell. Blood dripping from a cut in her head, her eye was covered in a black and blue bruise that was starting to swell, and it looked like her arm had a long cut down it. Her beautiful dress was a torn mess.

The guards stood idly by. One holding a knife in their hand that was dripping with blood, the other holding a whip. Shawn couldn’t look at Y/N. The image of her made him want to kill someone!

“How dare you! How dare you harm an innocent woman! How dare you disrespect my property! I’m going to kill you for it!”

Shawn lunged at one of the guards, grabbing the wrist that held the knife in it. The two men fought (more like pushed and pulled against each other’s wrists) trying to regain dominance. The other guard stood there, too stunned to speak.

Y/N was in a daze from all the pain she had endured, but when she finally came to her senses, she spoke up. “Shawn don’t!” She croaked out.

He immediately stopped, hearing her sweet voice pulling him from the darkness that he had been submerged into. A tear fell from her cheek as he bent down next to her. Both guards retreated from the cell, seemingly scared of Shawn. This gave Y/N and Shawn a chance to have a private moment.

“Are you okay dear? I was so worried when you weren’t in the parlor. I thought you had left early, but then I found a piece of your dress on the floor and—,” he started to hyperventilate, recalling all the events that led to this moment. A sob wracked through his body.

“I’m so sorry. I should be the one comforting you,” he cried some more, and Y/N brushed a few of his tears away.

“I’m okay, I promise. Thank you for coming after me. I was so worried that no one would stop them. I…I know I lied to everyone so I’m not completely innocent, but I didn’t think I deserved death.”

“Oh, honey. I’m so sorry. I had no idea that people were after you. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this whole situation. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“But it’s not,” she whispered. He pulled away from her and furrowed his eyebrows. “Nothing will ever be okay if I don’t get to see your smile every day.”

He leaned in quickly and brushed his lips against hers, not caring what anyone thought. The Lord with the Common Lady. He had never felt more comfort or belonging in his life.

“I love you. I’m not ready to give you up any time soon. I’ve practically been courting you for a month and a half. Our wedding’s schedule in three weeks’ time. If you still want to go through with it after everything, I would love to be wed to you.”

Y/N was too stunned to speak. She had thought her feelings were one-sided. She hugged him tightly but cringed when she felt the bruises on her arms being crushed. She pulled back just as quickly. “Nothing would make me happier.”

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years ago

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White Lies (Pt. 13 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 2.7 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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“You and Daniel were in a relationship that ended sometime before we met,” Keanu says, gathering his stuff as you do the same, both starting to take the baggage to the living room. “He is Mrs. Davis' son, and I guess she didn't like much when you two broke apart.”

“And where is this Daniel now? I'd like to meet him if he's part of my past.” You stop by the door, as Keanu checks on his phone for the car he just called.

But he puts his phone away, eyes on you. “Daniel passed away a week before your accident.”

“Oh...” You whisper, looking down. “So that's why Lucia got so sad when I said we weren't considering the name.”

“Yeah.”

Furrowing your eyebrows at his weird expression, you step forward and tiptoe, placing a kiss on his lips. “Let's go home, babe.”

•••

Going back home happened without any incidents. But the next days were filled with medical appointments. You assure him you're fine, but Keanu seems to be in an urge to make sure you're completely fine. You try not to complain about it, but things get weird when you notice a strange expression on his face. For too many times to count you caught him looking like he was just about to say something, but for some reason, he gives up. It makes you confront him a couple of times, but he assures you he's just worried as the pregnancy goes on.

Some weeks go by, and you're getting impatient to find out the baby's sex. On your many ultrasounds, they're always on a position that makes it impossible to see it. But you're hopeful for today, and, as you lie on the bed with Keanu, your back against his chest, you take in the soft morning light.

Keanu has an arm around her waist, a hand caressing her belly. Her bare back keeps his body warm, and despite the constant feeling that time is running short, he places kisses on her neck.

He was supposed to tell her the truth weeks ago, the moment they got back from Miami, but he just couldn't. This went too far, he went too far. In every possible aspect. Keanu didn't only fell for her, but he was intimate with (Y/N) too many times to count, and that makes him feel more guilt than anything else.

Her second trimester is just about to end, and now, he's caught in between. Again, for the millionth time, Keanu is caught in between two feelings. His love and his morals.

In his defense, Keanu did try to break the news several times. The words, the destructive, dangerous words were at the tip of his tongue, ready to desolate his life. But they got stuck, and he was too weak at the thought of losing her. Of losing the baby that he loves so much. It doesn't matter how many times he reminds himself the kid isn't his, he's failing to get this fact to grow roots in his heart. Keanu loves the child as if it's his own.

Guilt threatens to devour him entirely sometimes, but right now, in this moment, happiness suppresses everything else. This is his personal paradise, with her, the baby, healthily growing inside her.

Keanu always wanted a family. Settle down, take less and smaller roles. But nobody ever made him feel like he could. Of all the women he dated, nobody ever made him feel like he would give up everything. He thought he knew what love was, and he thought it wasn't as strong as people say... But now, life proved him wrong. This is love, a wrecking ball that came and destroyed his walls, his heart, his wrong perceptions. If only it happened some other way. If he wasn't caught up in this web of lies.

Dr. Harris wasn't happy to know he was sleeping with her. (Y/N) told her, of course, and even though it was in her usual shy and reserved way, the psychologist got the meaning behind the words. And she confronted him, very harshly, and Keanu could do nothing but listen and agree. Because this is wrong. This is the worst kind of betrayal.

(Y/N) moves a little, breathing deeply as she wakes up. A hand finds his, pulling it to her chest, placing a soft kiss on his fingers. “Morning.” She whispers, voice still clouded by sleep. She's used to it now, Keanu is always awake first.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He replies, fingers caressing her chin. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, but I miss lying on my stomach.” She complains, turning around and snuggling into his chest. “What time is it? We have an ultrasound.”

“I know. And we should probably start getting ready.”

“Alright.” (Y/N) mutters, but doesn't give any signs she'll move anytime soon.

But he knows what today is all about, and it will certainly make her excited. “Hopefully we'll finally find out if this little one is Sophie or Liam.”

“Yes!” Immediately, she pushes herself up, an arm sustaining her weight as she looks down at Keanu. And he tries not to stare at her nude figure, even though this is silly compared to everything they're done. Still, he thinks he should at least try. “The baby must be in a good position today. I can't wait anymore.” With that, she's up, smiling as she makes her way to the bathroom.

And Keanu is left behind on the bed, surrounded by his bad decisions. Maybe this is the right time. Maybe, being this happy, she won't hate him so much.

With a lump in his throat, he goes on with his routine, until they're almost ready to go. Keanu waits by the bedroom door frame as she fixes her hair, the bathroom door half open. This is way too sudden, but if he doesn't do that now, if he waits any longer, he'll never be ready. He'll never be brave or strong enough to do this. He took too long already. Now, he can only hope, pray, that this will somehow end up the way he wants.

That he won't lose her.

The moment he sees (Y/N) walking out of the bathroom, Keanu gives a step forward, arms crossed, heart beating so fast it threatens to jump off his chest. The words are at the top of his tongue when his eyes take in her posture. (Y/N) holds the skirt of her blue dress up, all the way to the top of her thigh with one hand, and on the other, there's blood. Bright and red, staining her fingers and the palm of her hand. His eyes turn to her face, blank, scared as she looks at him.

Without thinking too much, his mind on the verge of collapsing, he forces himself to move, quickly making his way over her.

You hate the smell of the soap they have here. You hate this hospital and what it means when you're brought here. It's only far worse now. You're still trying not to burst into tears, trying not to break down again. There's no pain, so that's good. And no more bleeding, which is even better. The feeling you got when you found blood on your underwear was the worst thing in the world. For a moment, a desperate moment, you thought you were going to lose the baby. You wanted to yell, but you didn't have it in you.

If it wasn't for Keanu, you don't know what you'd do.

Now, still walking terribly slow out of nervousness, you leave the hospital bathroom, finding Keanu seated on the edge of your bed, already looking at you.

“Hi, beautiful.” He says, and you remember this was one of the first things he said to you. “Come and lie down. Why did you put the dress on again?”

“Because it's clean and I don't want to stay here.” Instead of doing as he said, you stand before him, your forehead on his chest. “I thought I was going to lose our baby.” Your voice cracks as some tears roll down, arms around his midsection.

“I already spoke to the doctor.” Immediately, you pull away, just enough to look into his eyes. “He assured me you're both alright.”

“Are you sure, Ke?” You plead, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I almost lost my mind.”

“He wants you to rest and that's all. He–” He's cut short by the door being open, and you see Dr. Wright and your obstetrician.

“First of all, you must know the baby is alright.” Dr. Williams says as she comes closer, a tablet on her hands. “Sometimes, such discharges happen, mostly as you progress from the second to the third trimester.” She kindly smiles. “Everything you two need to do is keep up the good job. Make sure to rest, eat healthily, and exercise. But I'll recommend you to lie down for the rest of the day, ok?”

“Ok.” You quickly agree.

“It would be good to avoid surprises. The bad ones at least.” Dr. Wright adds, oddly staring at Keanu. But that's normal, he still needs to look after you, so some things are directed to him. “But we have good news today, right, Dr. Williams?”

“Yes.” From under the tablet, she takes a picture from the ultrasound and hands over to you. “The baby was in a good position and we already know the sex.”

“Oh my God.” You exclaim, smiling for the first time since the incident. “What is it?”

Dr. Williams smiles, exchanging a glance with Dr. Wright. “Mr. and Mrs. Reeves, you'll be having a baby boy.”

“It's Liam!” You yell, throwing your arms around Keanu again. “I was right!”

“You were right.” He agrees, a second before you kiss him, not minding the audience.

“Well, you're free to go home. And call me if you need anything.” Dr. Wright says and the obstetrician agrees before they both leave.

At least something good happened today. You'll finally be able to paint the blank white walls of the baby's bedroom, and buy what you still need.

“I was right.” You repeat, smirking at Keanu. “But we can try again and maybe it'll be a girl. I mean, if we ever spoke about having more than one kid.” Blushing a little, you bite your lip. There are still a lot of things you need to be updated on, and you still get a little sad when it happens.

“I'd love to have more kids if that's what you want, sweetheart,” Keanu says and you smile, kissing him again. “But now let's go home. You need to lie down for the day.”

“Can we stop and buy the paint for Liam's room? We already know the color so it'll only take a minute.” You know you have to rest, but you can't help but feel excited for finally being able to finish off the baby's bedroom. “Please? I'll stay in the car.”

Keanu gives you a look because sometimes you don't always do as you said you would. “Fine, but you won't be painting anything. I can do it myself.”

Nodding, you watch as he takes your bag and guides you out of the hospital room you hate so much. Hopefully, there will be a day you won't have to keep coming here, not because of some incident and not for any appointments.

You did wait in the car this time, and as much as you wanted to hit the mall and buy everything blue and green, Keanu forces you to give up the idea and head straight home. And when you get there, you have his undivided attention. He doesn't only make an incredible lunch, and an incredible dinner, he gives your legs a massage, and it takes a lot of effort to just lie down instead of jumping on him. But this is peaceful, slow, and sweet.

In the weeks that follow, nothing bad happens. You feel great, but you also heavier. Liam is growing fast, and you can't wait any longer to meet him. And neither can Keanu. He gets even more protective with time if that's even possible. And after you almost slipped in the shower, you're not even allowed to shower by yourself. Of course you pretend you're annoyed, but the truth is that you love it.

Despite feeling uncomfortable during this period, Keanu makes everything perfect. There are still no signs you'll get the memories back, and that's a fact now, but you'll follow your psychologist's advice. And Laura's advice, since they're pretty much the same. Living in the past will only get in the way of what's happening now. You have an amazing husband, who loves you deeply, and a child on the way. The present is wonderful, and you won't let anything ruin it.

You're around week 37 now, marking it on the calendar on the fridge door, a hand on your back as you make your way to the kitchen table. Keanu is still upstairs, and you take this chance to pour some honey on your plate. You're still eating the awkward combination when he comes to the kitchen, and you try not to let him see. But Keanu sees everything, and when he takes his place across from you, you feel his eyes burning.

“What?” You innocently ask, shrugging your shoulders.

“Are you eating bacon with honey?”

Biting your lip, you raise an eyebrow at him. “I happen to love honey. And bacon. So it makes sense.” He giggles and you kick his leg under the table. “Don't mess with the pregnant lady.” Warning him, you push the plate away. “I'm done anyway. I'll move to the couch if you don't mind, my back really hurts.”

“Sure. I'll join you in a bit.”

“Ok.” Dragging yourself to the living room, you lie down, hands on your swollen belly. You're almost drifting off to sleep when you feel Keanu sitting down, lifting your legs so he can move closer, caressing your thighs. “Ke, I'm huge.” You complain, eyes on the bump.

“You're beautiful.” Bending down, he places a kiss on your exposed belly, since you have the shirt pulled up. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

“Yeah, I doubt that.” Pouting a little, you try to hold back the giggle when you see his eyebrow raised.

“I would love to show how beautiful I think you are, but Dr. Williams told us to give it a little break.”

“Don't even remind me.” You never complained about anything with your obstetrician, but when she told you and Keanu should probably avoid sleeping together, you had to speak up. Even though your cheeks were burning. But in the end, you did comply. And you wouldn't have much of a choice anyway, since Keanu does everything the doctors say. “I heard your phone beeping. Everything alright in Arch?”

“Yes. That was just Lucia.” He says, obviously a little annoyed. “She just moved here. She's renting an apartment not so far away.”

“What the hell.” Sighing, you roll your eyes. This woman won't leave you alone, it doesn't matter what you say. “Why is she doing that? Isn't it obvious we don't want her around?” A couple of weeks ago she showed up again, and another argument happened. Keanu had to kick her out because the recommendations were that you shouldn't be put under any kind of stress.

“She loves you and the baby. That's why she wants to be around.” You don't get it. Keanu doesn't like her either, so why does he still speak like this?

“I know you can't stand her, you don't have to fake it with me.”

“But this isn't about me, sweetheart, it's about you and the people who were in your life before.”

The kindness in his voice makes you sit up, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You're amazing, did you know that?” Placing kisses on his face, you smile. “I love you. I'm worried to death and I'm trying not to get anxious with the labor, but you're making everything perfect. You're the best husband I could ever have.”

“I'm just trying to be the husband you deserve.” With a hand caressing your cheek, Keanu kisses you full on the lips, and you take no time before kissing him back. You don't know what you'd do without him, but luckily, you won't ever have to find out.

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kerie-prince · 4 years ago

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We're Worlds Apart (7)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader

series m.list | general m.list | previous chp

warnings: none (other than blaise being jealous)

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

a/n: my workplace is under construction and i'm stressed bc i have to work around all the rubbish and it makes me stay longer when i wanna come home and write 😭 anyways, this is unedited so i'll come back to it after i clock off tonight

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Being friends with you was kind of weird. Draco couldn't really tell you about his day because it consisted of magic nearly the entire time. He’s also at work for almost the entire week, so he wasn't really at home much.

Except for now. Draco finally had twelve days off to spend with his best mates. He had been so caught up with the chaos that surrounded him at work that he wasn't able to plan any sightseeing activities to do with them, so he just let them pick whatever it was they wanted to do.

“I could always ask Y/N what to do,” Blaise suggested. Yes, Draco hadn't forgotten the small fling between you and his best mate. Blaise would go over to your house at least three nights a week while Draco stayed overnight at Santa Marie's. Theo didn't mind being by himself and was grateful that the guest bedroom was farthest from your bedroom window. Draco was also grateful that he chose to go on nights he wasn't home; he didn't need to hear you two throughout the night.

Now that a hatchet was somewhat buried, Draco thought that asking you was a good idea. He nodded his head and headed for the door. Blaise also got up, but the both of them stopped when their hands nearly collided on the door knob. “Oh, did you want to ask her?” Blaise questioned.

“Uh… no you go. She's your…” Draco paused, “You go ahead.” Blaise gave him a weird look before walking out the door and headed to your house. Theo watched the whole thing and waited to start laughing at Draco. He glared at Nott and spat out, “What are you laughing at?”

“What was that?” Theo held his stomach as he caught his breath. “Did you want to talk to her?” Draco didn't appreciate whatever his friend was trying to say. It's just a bloody question. He sat down on the couch and picked up the Daily Prophet from Theo’s hands. He wasn't surprised to find Harry Potter in it, a column about his recent marriage with Weasley’s sister. He was surprised that they hadn't gotten married sooner.

“Do you think it's weird that Blaise is dating a muggle?” Theo asked. His face was neutral, but his tone was suggestive. Draco internalized the question. On one hand, it didn't really disturb him all that much. He was confused as to whether or not you were his girlfriend, but Blaise doesn't really talk about you too much. On another hand, he knew Blaise and even though you annoyed him – or did you? – he always took pity on any girl that mixed with Blaise. Draco didn't know what Blaise would do, but it was enough to get anyone on their knees for him in more ways than one.

“I don’t care who or what he dates,” Draco stated. Theo went to minding his business, until something caught his attention from outside. “Oh Salazar, what is he doing?” Theo’s voice was filled with amusement. Draco turned from his sitting position and saw what was happening.

Blaise was fully making out with you right on your porch. Out where anyone could watch. One of his hands were tangled in your hair while the other one was resting gently on your waist. Your hands rested shyly on his shoulders and it looked as if you were on your toes just to reach up to his height. The kiss was slow and sensual.

It was exactly what Draco needed to see. Because from that, he felt nothing at all. Just a gross feeling that he was potentially invading someone's privacy. Sure, they were outside but it still felt weird. Draco wasn't one to enjoy public displays of affection.

“Wow, he’s really milking it out. You reckon he asked her about sight-seeing?” Theo kept observing them from the window. Draco hit his head with the newspaper rolled up. Theo laughed and turned to look at the blond man next to him. “How come you’re not with anyone?”

“With where I work, do you honestly think I have time to find someone?” Draco sassed as he continued reading. Dating was the last thing on his mind. He was too focused on work to even flirt with another woman. Pansy was the last person Draco had ever dated. He was meant to be betrothed to Astoria Greengrass, but Draco declined and started his path to becoming a healer. He also didn't want to be in a marriage knowing he couldn't genuinely love her.

Moving to America, he never found anyone interesting. Ashley was nice but not only was she already married, she was married to a woman. Other women in the department, or hospital as a whole, took an initial liking to Draco, but he figured it was solely due to the fact that he’s a foreign British man with an accent. After a month of women flirting with him, it died down almost completely and everyone treated him as normal which pretty much confirmed it to him. Would Draco like to date someone? Absolutely. But right now, he was perfectly happy being by himself.

Theo knew Draco enough to know when he was fibbing and this wasn't one of those times. He was glad to see Draco be okay with himself after all this time. He remembers the constant need of validation during their days at Hogwarts. And it was because of a certain wizard who Draco was always competing with. Now as for Theo, he had been out of the dating scene for a while and he was nearly desperate to get laid.

He dropped the topic and got up to take a short nap in the guest room. A few moments later, Blaise was knocking on the door. Draco got up to open it and was caught by surprise to see you standing behind Blaise. You looked like you weren't really sure what you were doing there either. “Mate,” Blaise started off, “what if we brought her along with us?”

You blinked at the tall man standing in front of you and then looked at Draco who had the same facial expression. “Who else better to show us around than someone who actually lives here?” Blaise suggested. It made sense; you would know your way around and Draco could save himself the trouble of not only Blaise and Theo being lost, but also Draco also getting lost. He still had a hard time with some of the streets. One-way streets, round-a-bouts, and bike lanes were still new to him. And you once mentioned how Manhattan was worse than the streets here in Buffalo, so how would he deal with that?

You stood unusually quiet. Blaise had only just asked you to tag along with them and before you could even process the question, you were being dragged to Draco’s house. “I don’t know, I don't want to intrude on–”

“Nonsense, you’d be our guide. I highly doubt Draco knows where he’s going,” Blaise assured. He got a stern ‘Hey’ from the blond but ignored it. “What do you say? Come with us?” You looked back and forth from the both of them and settled on Draco, your eyes asking him if he would even want you there. He shrugged his shoulders, leaving it up to you.

“Uh, sure. I’d just have to fix my schedule and–” you started before Blaise cut you off, “Great! We leave tomorrow at seven in the morning.” He kissed your forehead and walked inside. Draco stood at the door and was still confused as to what just happened. You started to walk away before Draco asked you, “Should we take my car?” You turned around and thought about it. “If you want.”

Draco preferred it, so he just agreed to it. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” You smiled sheepishly and raised your hand to say 'bye’. Tomorrow was surely going to be… something.

—

You were hoping to be able to rest your head on Blaise’s shoulder for the ride to the airport. But here you were, in Draco’s car with the largest cup of coffee that was barely keeping you awake as you drove there. You were glad that Draco had common sense to book two flight tickets for everyone to go there because there was so way in hell you were going to drive six hours to Manhattan and another six back.

Theo, however, was resting his head on Blaise’s shoulder as he snored away during the short ride. Blaise tried to shove him off, but it turned out that the sleepy friend was heavier than he looked. It was funny, really. Draco sat in the passenger seat next to you on his phone trying to read out directions. You insisted you didn't need them, but he said they were more for himself when they come back home.

Once on the plane, you finally got some shut eye. You stayed up all night thinking about what to do for the day. Where to go, what to eat, what to see. And other things kept you up, but that's besides the point. During the security check, you had to hold your laughter. It was hilarious to watch the three men be so confused as to what was going on. They acted like it was their first time in an airport.

The seats you had were nice and surely expensive. Draco insisted that you didn't have to pay him back. Must be nice being rich you thought. Blaise looked at you and poked your nose, “Is someone sleepy?” You glared at him before laying back into your seat, “Maybe if you didn't keep me up all night, I wouldn't be tired.” You didn't know how the man could have this much energy in the morning.

The hour went by quick and you were in Manhattan by ten in the morning. You suggested a local diner that was near the airport which they all agreed to since they didn't know their way around. At the diner, Blaise and Theo had made a dash for the restroom. You laughed at the view of Theo pushing Blaise behind him and Blaise glaring at him as he smacked the back of his head.

“I swear, they’re still childish gits,” Draco groaned. “26 years old and they still don't grow up.” You nudged his arm from across the table. “Leave them be. They’re still young, and so are you. Let loose, we’re in New York City after all. Can’t be brooding the whole time.” Draco rolled his eyes and looked at the menu that was under the glass on the table.

A waitress came up to your table with a small clipboard and notepad. “Are you two ready to order?” she asked sweetly. “Not yet, we’re waiting on two people to come back,” you answered. “Oh that’s cute, is this a double date?”

Without hesitation, you and Draco stated at the same time, “We’re not together.” The waitress looked between the two of you and just nodded. “I’ll be back, then.” The both of you hadn’t said a word when she left and patiently waited for his friends to come back. Shortly after, they did. Blaise took the spot in the booth next to you and Theo next to Draco.

“Alright, what do you suggest I get?” Blaise asked you. He had his body slightly facing yours and an arm over the top of the seat around you. He hadn't bothered to look on the menu and just focused on your features. “Depends, what do you like?”

“Anything,” he lowered his voice and was close to your ear. The breath tickled your ear which made you giggle. “Okay, we get it. You two are cute. Now keep it down, I’d like to be able to digest this food,” Theo’s nose crinkled as he complained. You still didn't know Theo all that much. This morning, he walked like a zombie and he probably just became fully awake, so to see his best friend making kissy faces at you before his first meal wasn't an ideal way to start the day. Draco chuckled in his seat as he was still figuring out what to order.

“I have to make a quick call,” you announced before pulling out your phone and called one of your employees, “Were you able to open fine on your own? Okay, call me if anything happens. Okay, bye.” The waitress came back and took down the order after she set a pot of coffee for the four of you.

Theo was the first to say something, “So, Y/N is it?” You nodded in response as you took a sip from your mug. “What is it that you do in your free time? Other than Blaise, of course.” He had a smug smile watching as you blushed. Two seconds later, the table shook and Theo groaned in pain. Unbeknownst to you, both Blaise and Draco had kicked Theo in his shins.

“Stupid git,” Draco said under his breath. Theo glared at his friends as he rubbed his legs. You cleared your throat and started to speak before Blaise stopped you, “You don’t have to answer that.”

“It’s okay, he was just joking,” you defended. “No he wasn't,” Draco added. You ignored him and looked at Theo, “What do you want to know?”

He had your full attention and ignored the looks from his friends, “What do you do for a living? What’s your work like?”

“Well, I uhh,” you started, “I own a store downtown. I’m there almost everyday.”

“What kind of store is it?” Theo asked as he leaned over the table closer to you. “What do you sell?”

“Candles,” for the second time that day, you and Draco synchronized. “Yeah, I sell candles and little… knick knacks,” you still hadn't opened up to Draco or Blaise for that matter about your Wiccan activities. So to say that you sold sage bundles, specially made oils and healing crystals would raise questions you weren't ready to answer now.

“Draco, have you ever been to the place? What is it called, by the way?” Theo kept on. Blaise was certainly not kidding when he said that Theo loved to talk. “No, I haven't,” Draco answered. “It’s called Soul Beads, wasn't it?”

“Yeah, that’s the name.” The food was brought on a large tray. Blaise handed your plate to you and you grabbed your fork to dig in. He was eating slowly, looking as if he was thinking about something. “Hey, you okay?” you whispered to him, Draco and Theo having their own conversation. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’m fine, love,” Blaise continued eating at a faster pace now. You looked around the men that surrounded you and smiled. Today’s gonna be fun.

—

The day went… weird. Blaise tried to have as much fun as possible but something was bothering him. Was it Theo talking his head off the entire time? No, I’m used to that. Was it his legs tired after walking almost all day? No, not that. Was it how even though you held his hands the whole time and gave him occasional kisses on his cheek or lips, you had gone the entire day talking to Draco and shared a couple laughs with him? Absolutely.

Jealousy was always an ugly emotion to Blaise. It annoyed him during his time at Hogwarts, and it annoys him now. The way girls would ask him if he was messing around with other girls and he’d always say the same thing. “How could I when you’re the most beautiful girl in these halls?” They’d all swoon over it. And by the looks of it, you swooned over his every word as well. But the looks you gave him were different from the ones you gave Draco.

From all the letters he had gotten from Draco, Blaise knew how much he hated you. No, loathed. But after the two of you decided to make nice, it was like you had been friends since day one. Draco may have even looked comfortable talking to you. And it bothered Blaise. His time with you may have been short, but today made him realize something.

Blaise is nowhere near being in love, he knew that much. But he knew that he didn't want to be messing around anymore. He wants to have an actual relationship, and right now, he wanted it with you. Blaise was confused by it all. He should be happy that his best friend and a girl he likes gets along. It would make it all that much easier.

But something about the two of you was odd today.

Maybe there was a look that lasted too long. Or a tone that came out differently. Or maybe… no. Blaise knew what it was. He just wants to have that same friendship with you. Blaise still didn't know that much about you. He didn't even know you had your own store until that morning. And to hear that his friend who supposedly hates you even knows not only the name of the store, but what you sell, hit something in him.

So, he was going to change that. Because for the most part, you were pretty interesting. He knew you were a Wiccan and as much as he doesn't really care to know what it was all about – considering he can just do any magic with a flick of a wand – he’d at least know you a little better.

Momentarily, as he was deep in thought, Theo’s annoying voice popped in his head. Hey, at least you know her in a way Malfoy won’t. He mentally cringed at it for a second before he thought Wait. I do. It was a start, not one that someone usually prefers, but it was better than nothing.

You sat beside him on the ride back home and had a smile on your lips while you rested on him. Draco was driving and Theo wanted to raise the volume of the music but his hand was slapped away. “She’s sleeping, idiot.” Draco scolded.

“Merlin, look at this,” Theo looked at Blaise as he pointed to Draco’s face. “Malfoy caring for a muggle? I’ve seen everything now.”

“M-muggle?” You rubbed your eyes and yawned. The three Slytherin’s had wide eyes, Blaise cursing Theo with his eyes. “I've heard,” you let out another yawn, “Draco say that before.”

Merlin, how many times have these actually talked? Blaise thought. “I-it’s just slang from London,” he tried to cover up. You nodded your head and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek before going back to sleep.

Once everyone was home, Blaise walked you to your door. “I had fun today, did you?” Blaise gave his most convincing smile, “Yeah, I did.”

You said ‘Good night’ and almost closed the door when he stopped you. “Is it alright that I stay with you tonight?”

“I'm kind of tired, maybe tomorrow–”

“No, not for that,” Blaise chuckled at your insinuation. You looked slightly surprised. And it made sense considering that's almost all he came over for. Nonetheless, you let him into your home. Blaise stayed true to his words and just laid beside you in bed until the two went to sleep.

In his own bedroom, Draco smiled as he thought about the fun day he had. Maybe being friends with you wasn't so bad. He went to his kitchen to grab a drink when he noticed there was one person missing. “Where's Blaise?”

“I think he's staying at Y/N’s,” Theo stated. Inside, Draco felt an unusual pang in his chest. He let it go and went to bed. Hopelessly trying to get out of his head whatever you two were up to.

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