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pdriesta · 18 days ago

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CHAPTER FOUR

"baby, i'm talkin' crazy, i need you right in my space"

pairing — trentxblack!r&b artist

tropes — fake dating, enemies-to-lovers

warnings — sexual tension, toxic relationships, mature themes (minors dni)

word count — 9k

summary — y/n, a rising r&b star, is stuck in toxic situationships, with tabloids constantly overshadowing her music. to fix her image, her team pushes her into a fake relationship with liverpool’s trent alexander-arnold. both reluctant, they soon realize keeping things strictly business isn't so simple. will pretending to be in love stay a game, or turn into something real?

an — we’re getting somewhere. or are we?

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y/n threw another folded wedding invitation onto the growing stack with a sharp flick of her wrist, her movements still heavy with frustration. she grabbed another card, but her hand trembled slightly, and she let out a loud sigh, leaning back on her hands.

zaia, now fully lying on the couch with her legs tossed over the armrest, had a bowl of strawberries balanced on her stomach, lazily munching as she observed y/n. her gaze flicked to her for the fifth time in a minute, eyebrows knitting in curiosity. finally, she couldn’t hold back.

“okay, seriously. what is wrong with you?” she set her glass down and swung her legs onto the floor, leaning forward. “you’ve been folding these invitations like you’re mad at them. they didn’t do anything to you. spill.”

“nothing,” y/n said quickly, though her voice cracked slightly, betraying her.

zaia narrowed her eyes. “don’t lie to me, y/n. you’re my best friend, but i will fight you if you’re mad about jadon while folding my wedding invitations. do not bring that man into my sacred marital process.”

y/n scoffed, though her lips twitched at the absurd threat. “it’s not jadon.”

zaia raised an eyebrow. “then what? because you’ve been in a mood all afternoon. girl, i know something happened.”

y/n sighed, her shoulders sagging in defeat. “it’s trent.”

“trent?” zaia repeated, sitting up straighter. “what did he do? because the last time i checked, you were flirting and texting nonstop. the vibe seemed immaculate.”

“well, apparently, it wasn’t,” y/n snapped, sitting up and crossing her arms. “because he rejected me.”

zaia froze. “wait—what? rejected you?”

“yeah.” y/n laughed bitterly. “he actually had the audacity to act like I was reading too much into things. like I imagined all of it.”

zaia blinked, struggling to process. “hold on. the same trent who’s been facetiming you, texting you, and practically falling over himself to spend time with you?”

“yep.”

“the same trent who’s been flirting with you so much that even jadon started noticing?”

“the one and only,” y/n replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

zaia sat back, utterly baffled. “wow. the nerve of men. i mean, what even is his excuse?”

“he said I’m ‘complicated,’” y/n said, rolling her eyes.

zaia frowned. “complicated? girl, you’re a hot R&B star. of course you’re complicated. but that’s not an excuse—it’s a selling point!”

y/n groaned, burying her face in her hands. “it’s just... ugh! my ego, zai. i don’t even know if I like him that much. but to be rejected like that? by someone who was literally pursuing me?”

zaia hummed, her tone thoughtful. “so... you don’t actually like him?”

“no!” y/n said quickly, then hesitated. “i mean, not really. it’s not like i’m in love with him or something. it’s just... he played me, zai. and it’s embarrassing.”

zaia tilted her head, studying her friend. “okay, but real talk. aren’t you still technically... seeing jadon?”

y/n flinched, guilt flashing across her face. “i mean... kind of? but we’re not, like, exclusive or anything.”

zaia smirked knowingly. “mm-hmm. but you’re sitting here all worked up about trent, folding my wedding invitations like a woman scorned.”

“shut up,” y/n muttered, her cheeks burning.

“look,” zaia said, leaning forward and placing a hand on y/n’s knee. “you’re y/n. you’re a hot, talented, world-famous singer. why are you even wasting time on these guys? you should be out there looking for a husband, not playing these little games with boys who don’t know what they want.”

y/n laughed softly, though it was more out of exhaustion than amusement. “a husband, huh?”

“yes, a husband,” zaia said firmly. “these guys? jadon, trent? they’re just passing through. they’re like appetizers at a fancy dinner. nice to look at, fun to taste, but not the main course.”

“you’re ridiculous,” y/n said, but her lips twitched into a small smile.

“i’m just saying.” zaia shrugged, picking up her wine glass again. “you’re too good for all this nonsense. let them chase you if they want to, but don’t lose sleep over it. you’ve got bigger things to focus on.”

y/n sighed, leaning back against the couch. “you’re right. as always.”

“damn straight,” zaia said with a grin, raising her glass in a mock toast. “now, stop abusing my wedding invitations and let’s get back to folding them like civilized people.”

y/n laughed, finally letting go of some of her frustration. but deep down, a small part of her couldn’t stop replaying trent’s words in her mind. complicated. messy. was that really how he saw her? and if it was... why couldn’t she stop thinking about him?

y/n found herself standing in front of a door she knew all too well, her heart heavy and her mind a jumbled mess of emotions she couldn’t untangle. she stared at the wood grain, her fingers hovering just above the doorbell. she hadn’t even realized where her feet were taking her until she was here, at jadon’s place—her safe place, whether she liked it or not.

her hand trembled as she pressed the doorbell, the faint sound echoing inside. within seconds, the door swung open, and there he was—jadon. his dark eyes immediately scanned her face, his expression softening when he saw the distress written all over her features.

“y/n,” he said gently, his voice carrying that familiar warmth. “what’s wrong?”

the dam broke at his words, her shoulders slumping as tears she didn’t even realize she was holding back threatened to spill. she tried to speak, but all that came out was a shaky breath.

“hey, hey,” jadon said softly, stepping aside to let her in. he didn’t push for answers, didn’t bombard her with questions. instead, he guided her inside with a hand on her back, leading her to the couch. “sit down, yeah? i’ll grab you some water.”

her throat felt dry, the words caught somewhere between her heart and her lips. instead of answering, she stepped inside, brushing past him as if that might help her escape the ache in her chest.

jadon closed the door behind her, watching her closely. “is this about trent?” he asked after a beat, his tone knowing but not unkind.

she froze, her back to him, and he took that as his answer.

“come on,” he said, his hand lightly brushing her arm to guide her toward the couch. “sit down. tell me what’s going on.”

she sank into the cushions, her shoulders slumping as she buried her face in her hands. the room was silent except for the faint hum of the tv in the background, but even that felt too loud against the whirlwind in her mind.

“he rejected me,” she finally whispered, her voice barely audible. “he—he pulled away, like i wasn’t worth it. like i was just... too much for him.”

jadon’s jaw tightened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. “he really said that?” he asked, his voice calm but edged with quiet frustration.

she shook her head, tears spilling over despite her best efforts to keep them at bay. “not in so many words, but i could tell. the way he looked at me, the way he said... everything. it’s like he changed his mind about me, and i didn’t even see it coming.”

jadon leaned forward, his hand resting gently over hers. “y/n,” he started, his tone soft but firm, “you know i don’t like seeing you like this. and honestly? it pisses me off that he’s making you feel this way. you’re better than this. you’re better than him.”

she looked up, her eyes red and filled with unshed tears. “don’t, j. don’t make this about him.”

“why not?” he shot back, his voice low but steady. “because it is about him, y/n. he’s the one who couldn’t see what he had right in front of him. he’s the one who made you feel like you weren’t enough. that’s on him, not you.”

she swallowed hard, his words hitting her in a way that felt both comforting and unsettling. “i just... i didn’t want to be alone tonight,” she admitted, her voice cracking slightly. “and you’re the only person i could think to call.”

jadon’s lips curved into a small, bittersweet smile. “you know why, don’t you?” he asked, his tone softening. “because you always know where you stand with me. despite what it looks like, i’ve never played games with you, y/n. i’ve never made you guess how i feel. i always follow your lead”

she let out a shaky breath, her chest tightening at his words. she wanted to believe him, to let his reassurance fill the void trent had left behind, but there was a part of her that couldn’t let go of the rejection.

“i know you’re hurting,” jadon continued, his fingers brushing against hers. “but don’t let him make you think for one second that you’re not worth it. you’re more than worth it. and if he can’t see that, then... maybe he doesn’t deserve you.”

his words were like a balm on her wounded pride, his presence grounding her in a way that felt almost too easy. she leaned into him, her head resting against his chest as his arms came around her, warm and secure.

“i don’t know what to do, j,” she whispered, her voice muffled against his shirt.

“you don’t have to do anything,” he said, his tone gentle but resolute. “just let me take care of you tonight. no pressure, no expectations. i just want you to feel like yourself again.”

she closed her eyes, letting his words wash over her. it wasn’t love—it wasn’t even close—but it was comfort. and right now, that was enough. at least, that’s what she told herself as she let him pull her closer, his touch steady and sure.

but deep down, as much as she wanted to believe his reassurances, she couldn’t stop the thought creeping into her mind: why couldn’t trent see her the way jadon did? and why, even now, was she still hoping he would?

jadon let out a slow breath, his hand still resting on hers. “maybe he can’t see what’s right in front of him, but that doesn’t mean you’re not worth it. you are, y/n. and i’ll remind you every day if that’s what it takes.”

she leaned into him, the warmth of his embrace wrapping around her like a shield against the storm in her mind. she didn’t know what the future held, but for now, in jadon’s arms, she felt safe. seen. wanted.

even if it wasn’t love, it was enough.

the next morning, y/n shifted slightly, trying to ease herself out of jadon's embrace without waking him, but his arm tightened around her waist. his voice was soft, groggy, but still teasing. "trying to sneak off already, beautiful?"

she froze, her lips pressing together. "just... didn’t want to wake you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

jadon sat up slightly, propping himself on one elbow to look at her. his hair was a mess, his expression a mix of sleep and concern. "you don’t have to overthink it, y/n. i told you, you always know where you stand with me. no guessing, no games."

her heart twisted at his words, guilt threading through her chest. she wanted to believe him, to let those words comfort her the way they were meant to. but in the back of her mind, all she could think about was trent—his words, his distance, the way he made her feel like she wasn’t enough.

she managed a small smile, hoping it masked the storm inside her. "i know, j. you’ve been... amazing." her voice cracked slightly on the last word, and she hated how unsteady it sounded.

jadon's hand found hers, his thumb brushing against her knuckles. "hey," he said softly, his tone steady but warm. "you don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready. i just... i hate seeing you like this, like someone’s made you doubt yourself. you don’t deserve that."

her eyes welled up, and she blinked rapidly, turning her face away. "it’s not that simple, j. i thought..." she trailed off, biting her lip to stop herself from saying more.

"you thought he was different," jadon finished for her, his voice calm but edged with frustration. "and he’s not. i get it. but don’t let him make you feel like you’re hard to love, y/n, because you’re not. you’re incredible, and anyone who can’t see that is blind."

his words hit her like a wave, warm and reassuring, but they didn’t erase the hollow ache in her chest. "you make it sound easy," she whispered, her voice fragile.

jadon sat up fully now, his hand cupping her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. "it’s not about easy. it’s about knowing your worth. and you’re worth everything, y/n."

her breath hitched, and she nodded, even though the doubt still lingered. jadon's sincerity was overwhelming, and yet her mind kept circling back to trent—the rejection, the uncertainty, the way he made her feel small even without meaning to. she hated how much space he still took up in her thoughts, how much power his actions still had over her.

"thank you," she said finally, her voice shaky but genuine. "i mean it. you’re... you’ve been everything i needed."

jadon leaned back slightly, his trademark grin slipping back into place, though it was softer now. "that’s what i’m here for, beautiful. to remind you of who you are, even if you forget sometimes."

she laughed lightly, the sound hollow to her own ears. "i don’t think i’ve ever been as lost as i am right now."

"then let me help you find your way," he said simply, no hesitation in his voice.

y/n wanted to believe him, wanted to let herself fully sink into the comfort he offered. but deep down, she knew this wasn’t about finding her way—it was about running from the fear of rejection that had been carved deeper into her soul. jadon had been her solace for the night, but he couldn’t fix what was broken inside her. only she could.

and right now, she wasn’t sure she was ready to face it.

y/n tugged at her earrings, checking her reflection in the mirror for what felt like the hundredth time. her fingers were tense, tugging at the silver hoops as if they’d snap from the pressure. her outfit was a perfect contradiction—stylish yet understated, carefully put together to look like she hadn’t put in any effort at all. but the truth was, she had. too much.

it wasn’t for him, she told herself for the tenth time that evening. not for trent. but even the thought of his name made her stomach churn, her frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. the nerve of him—to flirt with her, to text her like he couldn’t go a day without hearing from her, to kiss her like she was the only woman in the world... only to turn around and act like none of it mattered. like she didn’t matter.

her grip tightened on her phone, and she took a deep breath. there was no way out of this dinner. their schedules had aligned for once, and skipping it wasn’t an option without raising questions. still, she wasn’t going to make it easy for him.

trent sat at the restaurant, his jaw set as he glanced at the clock on his phone. she was late—not surprising, given the way she’d been acting lately. every interaction with her over the past week had been short, distant, and clipped. her messages came hours late, if they came at all, and when they did, they were devoid of the warmth he’d grown used to.

he shouldn’t care. it wasn’t like they were anything official. she should be happy, he told himself, his leg bouncing under the table. she can be with jadon now. isn’t that what she wanted? isn’t that why she’s acting like this?

but the thought didn’t sit right. it didn’t explain why he felt a pang of something—jealousy? irritation?—every time her name flashed on his screen, knowing her messages would be curt. or why he’d spent the past week replaying the way she looked at him that night at the club, the way she melted under his touch.

his train of thought was interrupted when she walked in, and for a moment, his breath hitched. y/n had a way of commanding attention, even when she wasn’t trying. she looked effortlessly beautiful, but there was something guarded about her demeanor, like she’d wrapped herself in a layer of armor.

“you’re late,” he said as he stood, his tone light but edged with something he couldn’t hide.

“and you’re observant,” she replied, breezing past him to take her seat.

trent blinked, caught off guard by her coolness. “everything alright?”

“perfect,” she said with a tight smile, flipping open the menu as if she hadn’t just brushed him off.

the tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife, and the meal began in stiff silence. trent tried to make small talk, commenting on the menu, asking about her recent work, but every attempt was met with a short, disinterested response.

by the time the appetizers arrived, he’d had enough.

“so, this is how it’s gonna be?” he asked, setting down his fork and leaning back in his chair.

y/n didn’t look up. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you’ve been acting like this all night—no, scratch that, all week,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “if you didn’t want to come, you could’ve just said so.”

her eyes finally met his, sharp and unyielding. “oh, please. like i had a choice? we have appearances, remember? it’s not like i’m here for the company.”

trent’s jaw clenched. “you know what? fine. if you’re still mad about the other night, just say it. at least then we can stop with this passive-aggressive nonsense.”

y/n let out a bitter laugh, setting her napkin down. “you think this is about me being mad? you’re the one who’s been playing games, trent. one minute you’re all in, the next you’re acting like i’m some kind of inconvenience.”

“maybe you are,” he said, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

she froze, her eyes widening in disbelief. the hurt flashed across her face for only a second before she quickly masked it. “wow,” she said, her voice trembling with barely restrained anger. “you really know how to make a girl feel special.”

trent exhaled heavily, running a hand down his face. “look, i didn’t mean it like that—”

“no, you meant it,” she interrupted, her voice sharp. “and you know what? you’re right. everything about me is complicated, trent. i’ve got baggage, issues, whatever you want to call it. but don’t sit there and act like you’re above it all. you’re no saint.”

he leaned forward, his tone quieter but no less biting. “this is why i stopped... whatever this is. because with you, it’s always something. always drama. always more than it needs to be.”

the words hit her like a slap, and for a moment, she was too stunned to speak. when she finally found her voice, it was cold, clipped, and dripping with disdain. “you know what? you’re right. i am complicated. and you? you’re a coward. but don’t worry, trent. you won’t have to deal with my ‘drama’ anymore.”

she grabbed her bag, her grip tight on the strap as her fingers curled into it, her entire body rigid with anger. her breath was shallow, chest rising and falling with the intensity of the moment. trent’s eyes followed her, but he didn’t move. he stayed planted, his gaze lingering as she stood, her chair scraping against the floor with a harsh screech.

“y/n—”

“no, this date is over,” she snapped, cutting him off, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and hurt. she didn't even wait for him to respond before she turned, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she stormed toward the door.

trent didn’t move to stop her. he couldn’t. part of him wanted to, wanted to run after her, say something, make her stay, but the words stuck in his throat, heavy with the weight of everything unsaid. instead, he watched as she disappeared out the door, his chest tightening with a strange emptiness.

he stayed there, alone with the lingering silence, and he couldn’t shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, she was right. maybe everything between them had been a game all along. but what stung more than anything was the sinking feeling that he’d just let something real slip through his fingers without ever truly knowing how to hold on to it.

trent stood outside y/n’s house, his hand hovering over the doorbell. the soft glow of the hallway light did little to calm the storm inside him. he’d spent all night replaying their argument, her voice tight with hurt, the way her eyes had brimmed with tears she tried to hide. he hated himself for the things he’d said, for the things he didn’t say. he’d come to fix it, to explain himself, to tell her he was sorry.

but when the door swung open, it wasn’t y/n standing there. it was jadon.

trent froze, his jaw tightening as his eyes flicked over the other man. jadon leaned casually against the doorframe, his usual smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as if this wasn’t the last place trent expected to see him. he was wearing sweats and a t-shirt, looking entirely too at home.

“trent,” jadon greeted, his tone easy, like they were old friends instead of whatever this was. “didn’t expect to see you here.”

“yeah, clearly,” trent bit out, his voice low and controlled. his gaze darted past jadon into the apartment, searching for any sign of her. “is y/n here?”

jadon shrugged, leaning his shoulder against the frame like he had all the time in the world. “she’s in the shower.”

trent’s chest tightened at the casual way jadon said it, as if this was normal, as if he was always here. “and you’re here because…?”

jadon raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. “because she wanted me here. anything else you wanna ask?”

trent’s fists clenched at his sides, his mind racing with a thousand questions he couldn’t voice. instead, he forced himself to keep his tone steady. “what’s going on with you and y/n?”

jadon’s expression didn’t falter, but there was something sharp in his eyes, a flicker of satisfaction as he straightened up. “we’re friends,” he said simply, the word dripping with a familiarity that made trent’s stomach churn.

“friends,” trent repeated, his voice flat, skeptical.

“yeah,” jadon replied, his tone light, almost teasing. “you know, the kind of friend who shows up when she needs someone. the kind who doesn’t make her guess where she stands.”

trent’s jaw tightened, the words hitting harder than they should have. jadon’s ease, his confidence—it grated on him, like salt in a wound. he wanted to call him out, to ask what the hell he was really doing here, but he couldn’t. not without giving away just how much it bothered him.

“look,” jadon continued, his voice calm but pointed. “if you’re here to talk to her, maybe come back later. she’s had a rough couple of days, and honestly? i don’t think you’re helping.”

trent’s chest burned with frustration, the unspoken accusation in jadon’s words cutting deeper than he wanted to admit. he glanced past him again, as if she might magically appear and explain everything, but the sound of the shower running only reminded him how out of place he felt.

“right,” trent said finally, his voice colder than he intended. “tell her i stopped by.”

jadon’s smirk softened into something almost pitying, and trent hated it. “sure thing,” he said easily, stepping back into the apartment. “take care, trent.”

the door closed before he could say anything else, leaving him standing there in the dim hallway, his heart pounding with a mix of anger and something dangerously close to jealousy. he turned on his heel, walking away with a stiffness in his step, the questions swirling in his mind louder than ever.

he’d come to apologize, to make things right. but now, all he could think about was the way jadon had looked so comfortable, so sure of his place in her life. and trent? he wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

he didn’t even know where he was going. his heart was pounding in his chest, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts, all of them leading back to one thing: it was too late.

he should’ve been more clear. he should’ve told her what he wanted, instead of pulling away and leaving her confused. and now, seeing how comfortable jadon looked, how at ease he was in her space, trent realized with a heavy weight settling on his chest: y/n didn’t feel the way he felt. she was already getting what she needed from someone else.

trent slammed his hand against the steering wheel when he got to his car. he wasn’t going to wait around anymore, hoping she’d come to her senses. he’d made his choices, and she had made hers.

and maybe it was for the best.

but it still hurt.

trent sat in his car, the engine idling but his mind far away from the present moment. he hadn’t expected it to feel like this. he hadn’t expected the ache in his chest, the gnawing sensation that left him hollow when he saw y/n with someone else. but he couldn’t blame her—he had drawn the line, built the wall between them. he couldn’t fault her for finding comfort in someone who had never made things complicated.

you made your choice, he reminded himself, gripping the steering wheel tighter. but even as the thought echoed in his head, the reality felt harder to accept than he’d imagined.

she doesn’t know I know, he thought bitterly. she doesn’t know I saw them. she doesn’t know it’s already too late.

with a sigh, he threw the car into drive and pulled away from the curb. there was no point in pretending anymore. they weren’t together. not anymore. y/n had made her choice, and he had to respect that.

trent approached her with that same charged energy she’d felt all night, his jaw tight, his movements deliberate. she could tell something was brewing behind his sharp eyes, and she braced herself.

“you gonna keep giving me attitude, or are we actually going to talk about whatever’s eating you?” he snapped, stopping a foot away from her.

y/n tilted her head, feigning nonchalance even though her pulse quickened. “what makes you think it’s about you?”

trent huffed a laugh, low and humorless. “don’t do that. don’t act like you haven’t been throwing daggers at me all night. just say what’s on your mind.”

“fine,” she said, crossing her arms. “you want to talk? let’s talk about how you’re the one who’s been stringing me along, acting all interested one minute and then pulling back the next. what do you even want from me, trent?”

“i’ve been stringing you along?” he repeated, his voice rising. “are you serious right now? you’re the one jumping between me and jadon like it’s a game.”

her expression faltered, confusion flickering across her face. “what are you talking about?”

he took a step closer, his eyes blazing. “i came over the other day. to your place. to apologize for how i handled things. guess what i saw?”

her lips parted, but no sound came out. she didn’t need to guess. the realization hit her like a truck.

“yeah,” he said, his tone biting. “i saw him there. with you. i left before you even knew i was there because, honestly, what the hell was i supposed to say?”

y/n stared at him, her mind scrambling for a response. “trent, it’s not—”

“don’t,” he interrupted, holding up a hand. “don’t stand there and try to explain it away. i saw what i saw.”

“he was just—”

“spare me,” trent cut her off, his voice sharp. “you don’t owe me an explanation, y/n. but don’t act like i’m the bad guy here. i’m putting boundaries in place because you’ve already put yourself in a mess i’m not interested in being involved in.”

her shock quickly gave way to indignation. “a mess? is that what you think of me? of my life?”

“what else am i supposed to think?” he shot back. “you’re running back to someone who doesn’t respect you, and then you’re angry at me for stepping back. you don’t see how that looks?”

“i’m not running back to him!” she snapped, her voice shaking. “you don’t know anything about what’s going on between us.”

“then enlighten me,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “because from where i’m standing, it looks like you’re holding onto something that’s only dragging you down.”

y/n clenched her fists at her sides, her anger boiling over. “you don’t get to judge me, trent. not when you’re the one who’s too scared to even admit how you feel about me. at least jadon’s clear about his feelings. he doesn’t hide any chance he gets.”

trent’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening. “you think this is about me being scared? i’m not scared, y/n. i’m choosing not to get involved because i know how this ends. i’m not interested in being someone’s rebound, and i’m not interested in competing with him.”

“you’re not competing with anyone,” she said, her voice cracking.

“aren’t i?” he challenged, his voice lower now but no less intense. “because it sure as hell feels like it.”

she looked away, unable to meet his piercing gaze. “it’s not that simple,” she said quietly. “things with jadon are… complicated.”

trent exhaled harshly, running a hand over his face. “complicated,” he repeated. “of course, they are. everything with you is complicated.”

she flinched at the bitterness in his tone. “i know what it looks like, okay? but when things are good with him… i remember why i fell for him in the first place.”

trent’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, her words slicing through him. he wanted to say something, to ask her why she couldn’t see the damage she was doing to herself, but the words lodged in his throat.

he looked at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable, before finally speaking. “are you in love with him or something?”

the question hung in the air between them, heavy and suffocating. y/n hesitated, and in that hesitation, trent felt his chest tighten. her silence was confirmation enough for him.

when she finally answered, her voice was barely audible. “i don’t know.”

trent nodded once, his jaw clenching. “right,” he said simply, his voice flat.

she wanted to say more, to explain herself, but the look in his eyes stopped her. it was a mixture of disappointment and resignation, and it made her stomach twist painfully.

the silence between them stretched on, neither of them knowing what to say. and for the first time that night, y/n felt like she’d truly lost something she couldn’t get back.

trent's frustration hit a boiling point, his words tumbling out without restraint. “you know what, y/n? maybe you like the drama. maybe that’s why you stay in this mess. it gives you an excuse to never take responsibility for yourself.”

y/n’s face twisted in anger, and she took a step closer, her voice razor-sharp. “and maybe you think too much of a yourself to admit that you’re no better than he is. at least jadon doesn’t pretend to care and then push me away the second things get real.”

trent’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring as he took in her words. he opened his mouth, then closed it, his hand twitching at his side. finally, he snapped, “you know what, y/n? forget it. i’m done.”

she threw her hands in the air, her laugh bitter and disbelieving. “of course you are. running away again—classic trent.”

she turned on her heel, her shoulders rigid as she moved through the crowd. the pulsing bass of the club seemed to echo her anger, and she didn’t look back. but trent couldn’t let it go. something in him twisted, a knot of frustration, desire, and the raw, unspoken feelings he’d been burying for far too long.

before he could stop himself, he was chasing after her, weaving through bodies until he spotted her heading toward a quieter corner of the club. his hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and spinning her around.

“what the hell is your problem—” she started, but he cut her off.

“what did i tell you about that attitude, y/n?” his voice was low, dangerous, his grip firm but not painful. her eyes widened slightly, her breath hitching, and he stepped closer, crowding her against the wall.

“you’re such a brat, y/n,” he said, his tone laced with both frustration and something darker, something that made her heart race.

her eyes narrowed, defiance flashing in them. “and you’re an asshole, trent.”

he smirked, leaning in until their faces were inches apart. “maybe. but you’re the one who keeps pushing me, aren’t you?”

she opened her mouth to respond, but before she could get a word out, his lips crashed against hers. the kiss was anything but gentle—it was raw, desperate, all the tension and unspoken words between them finally finding release.

y/n gasped against his mouth, her hands instinctively gripping his jacket. trent didn’t pull back; he only deepened the kiss, his hands sliding to her waist, pulling her closer. her resolve melted, her anger dissolving into the heat of the moment as her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.

“i told you not to push me, y/n,” he murmured against her lips, his voice rough and breathless.

he kissed her again, his lips trailing down her jawline to her neck. his movements were deliberate, each kiss igniting a fire under her skin. she felt his breath against her neck as he whispered, “you drive me crazy, you know that?”

her knees felt weak, her mind a haze of sensations as his hands moved to grip her hips. “trent,” she managed, her voice shaky but firm.

he pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke. “tell me to stop, y/n. tell me, and i will.”

but she didn’t. instead, her hands moved to his chest, gripping his shirt as if to anchor herself. his lips found her collarbone, and her breath hitched, her head tilting back against the wall.

“you’re impossible,” she breathed, her voice tinged with frustration and longing.

he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her skin. “and you’re stubborn as hell.”

just as his lips found hers again, the reality of the situation hit her like a bucket of ice water. her mind snapped back into focus, and she pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss.

“i... i can’t,” she stammered, her voice barely audible over the pounding music.

trent froze, his hands still on her waist as he looked at her, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration. “y/n—”

“i have to go,” she said quickly, stepping away from him. her lips were swollen, her heart racing, but her mind was screaming at her to leave. without another word, she turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving trent standing there, his chest heaving as he watched her go.

the car ride was quiet, the low hum of the engine filling the silence as y/n stared out the window, watching the city slowly fade into the countryside. she hadn’t expected trent to bring her out of manchester, much less to a small family restaurant tucked away in what felt like the middle of nowhere. the smell of jerk chicken and spices hit her the moment they walked through the door, the warmth of the place wrapping around her like a blanket.

she glanced at him as they were led to a secluded table in the back, her curiosity bubbling up. “so... why are we here?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest.

trent leaned back in his chair, his eyes steady on her. “we needed privacy.”

her brows furrowed as she looked around the cozy restaurant, the walls decorated with photos of jamaican beaches and families. it was clear this place meant something to him, but she wasn’t sure what. “privacy for what, exactly?”

trent hesitated, running a hand over his jaw, a telltale sign he was gathering his thoughts. “for us. for this... conversation we need to have.”

y/n’s stomach twisted at his words, her appetite disappearing before it even had a chance to surface. “fine,” she said, her voice steady even though her nerves were anything but. “let’s talk about it.”

trent leaned forward slightly, his forearms resting on the table. “look, y/n, i’m sorry for everything. i don’t know why, but with you, i can’t help but say the wrong things.”

she scoffed, her arms tightening across her chest. “hurting me time and time again isn’t some accidental slip of the tongue, trent. it’s a choice.”

his face tightened, like he’d been struck, but before he could respond, she continued, her voice sharper now. “do you even realize how badly you’ve treated me? how you made me feel like i was a joke? you jumped to conclusions about me, about jadon, about everything, and you rejected me based on signals you sent. and then—then—you kissed me in that club like none of it mattered. do you have any idea how hard it is to not get whiplash with you?”

trent’s jaw clenched, his gaze dropping to the table for a moment. “i know,” he admitted quietly. “clearly, i’ve never done this before. i don’t know the 101 on fake dating, y/n.”

she let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “this isn’t about fake dating, trent. this is about how you’ve made me feel. you pushed at insecurities you knew i had about relationships. you made me feel small, like i wasn’t good enough.”

his hand twitched as if he wanted to reach for hers but thought better of it. “i’m sorry,” he said again, his voice heavier this time. “i swear i didn’t mean to. what i do know is... since i kissed you, i can’t get you off my mind—more than usual. your lips, your body, the way you felt against me... it’s all i’ve been thinking about.”

y/n’s heart skipped, but she shoved the feeling aside, her eyes narrowing. “so you just want to fuck me? is that supposed to woo me? because that’s just lust, trent.”

he exhaled sharply, frustration flashing in his eyes. “it’s more than that. i can’t describe it, but it’s more.”

she sighed, leaning back in her chair as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “i can’t keep up with you. i can’t just move on from how you’ve treated me so far.”

trent nodded slowly, his jaw working like he was biting back whatever he wanted to say. “i know. i don’t expect you to just forgive me overnight. but i want to fix this.”

for a moment, they sat in heavy silence, the sound of clinking plates and quiet laughter from other diners filling the space between them. y/n rubbed at her temple, trying to make sense of everything he’d said, everything she felt. but before she could respond, he shifted gears, his tone softer.

“what about jadon?”

her head snapped up, her eyes narrowing. “can we not?”

“why not?” he pressed, his tone edging on frustration. “you seemed close.”

she frowned, crossing her arms again. “because he has nothing to do with this.”

trent’s brow furrowed. “nothing? i saw him at your house.”

y/n froze, her heart skipping a beat. “what? when?”

“a few weeks ago,” he said, watching her carefully. “he was there, and you were... in the shower.”

her stomach dropped. jadon hadn’t told her trent had been there, and now the weight of the revelation hit her like a truck. “are you serious?” she muttered, her voice tight.

trent leaned forward again, his elbows on the table. “why was he there, y/n?”

she shook her head, her frustration bubbling over. “why do you care? it’s not like we’re anything. you made that very clear with your boundaries.”

trent’s eyes darkened, his voice dropping low as he leaned in. “i don’t want boundaries. i want you.”

the words hung in the air between them, and y/n’s breath hitched. she blinked, taken aback by the intensity in his tone, the rawness in his expression. “what?” she whispered, barely able to get the word out.

he sat back slightly, his gaze steady. “end it with jadon.”

her head snapped up, her eyes narrowing. "it’s not that simple.“trent... there’s nothing to end. it’s not that simple."”

"why not?" he challenged, leaning forward. "if it’s making you feel this way, if it’s messing with your head—why not just end it?"

"because..." she hesitated, her words faltering under his intense gaze. "it’s not just about me, trent. things are complicated. you said it yourself—I’m complicated."

his jaw clenched, and he sat back in his chair, his arms crossing over his chest. "the way i see it, real or fake—when i laid my lips on you, y/n, you became mine."

her breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as his words hung in the air. she tried to muster a response, but nothing came out. instead, she stared at him, her mind racing.

"you can’t just say things like that," she finally managed, her voice shaky.

"why not? it’s the truth," trent shot back, his voice calm but resolute. "i’m not the one dragging this out, y/n. you are."

she let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her hair. "he’s leaving, okay?" she blurted out, her voice rising slightly. "he’s going to germany, and i just... i just need to sort things out, okay?"

trent’s expression hardened, his lips pressing into a thin line. "you’re holding onto something that’s already slipping away. and for what? to spare his feelings? to avoid your own?"

"it’s not about sparing anyone’s feelings," she snapped, glaring at him. "i’m trying to do the right thing."

he shook his head, his frustration evident. "and where does that leave you, y/n? stuck in the same cycle, over and over again."

she looked away, unable to meet his eyes. "if i’m so complicated," she said quietly, "why did you do that? why kiss me?"

the question hung in the air, and for a moment, trent said nothing. then, he leaned forward, his voice soft but steady. "why? because i couldn’t stop myself, y/n."

her cheeks flushed, and she looked down at her hands, suddenly feeling exposed. "you’re the most difficult man i've met," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"and you're the most difficult women i've ever met" he countered, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

trent’s eyes darkened, and he leaned closer, his voice low. "even with all that... it doesn’t make me want you any less, y/n."

her breath hitched, and for a moment, she thought he might actually kiss her again. but instead, he pulled back slightly, his gaze never leaving hers. "figure it out, y/n. because i’m not playing second to someone who doesn’t even know what he wants."

the words hit her like a punch to the gut, and she nodded, swallowing hard. "i will."

"good," trent said, his tone softer now. "because i know what i want. and it’s you."

the intensity in his voice left her speechless, and as he stood to leave, she realized just how much she’d crossed a line she couldn’t uncross.

she stared at trent, her eyes wide with disbelief at the words leaving his mouth. gone was the quiet, gentle trent who used to let her vent about her frustrations, her career, and, yes, even jadon. the man in front of her now was brimming with confidence, his tone sharp and unrelenting.

y/n blinked, the audacity of his demand pulling her out of the swirl of emotions. she leaned back, crossing her arms as she looked at him, her tone sharp. “you said i was a problem. now i’m supposed to drop everything for you?”

"so, you'll be my problem, not his," he said, leaning forward, his voice low and steady. "either way, last night already confirmed what i know."

her brows furrowed as she crossed her arms, trying to steel herself. "and what exactly do you think you know, trent?"

he smirked, leaning back slightly, the casual arrogance in his demeanor only fueling her irritation. "you want me just as bad as i want you."

she scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "yeah, right. keep dreaming."

trent's smirk only grew, and he tilted his head, watching her closely. "your body told me a different story, y/n. you can deny it all you want, but I know the truth."

her breath hitched, and she froze, absolutely stunned by the shift in his demeanor. the quiet, patient trent she had grown used to was nowhere to be found. this trent was bold, unapologetic, and completely unwavering in his confidence.

"excuse me?" she managed to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper.

"you heard me," he said, his tone softer now but still laced with an undeniable intensity. "last time, in that club—you didn’t pull away because you didn’t want it. you pulled away because you’re scared. scared of what it means."

her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing to find a rebuttal, but she couldn’t deny the truth in his words. her reaction last night had been instinctual, driven by emotions she wasn’t ready to confront.

"you’re so full of yourself," she finally said, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to sound strong. "you think you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you?"

trent leaned closer, his eyes locking onto hers, leaving no room for escape. "i don’t have to figure it out, y/n. you already told me everything i needed to know."

she shook her head, her frustration bubbling over. "you’ve changed," she said, her voice laced with disbelief. "where’s the trent who listened to me complain about work? who let me vent about jadon without judging me? you’re not that guy anymore."

he smiled faintly, the softness of it contrasting with the sharpness of his words. "maybe i got tired of pretending i don’t care about you. maybe i finally decided it’s time you see me for who i really am."

her stomach flipped, and she didn’t know if it was from anger, confusion, or something else entirely. "this isn’t you," she said weakly, more to herself than to him.

"you don’t know me as well as you think you do," he said simply, his eyes never leaving hers.

and just like that, the dynamic between them had shifted entirely, leaving her questioning everything she thought she knew about trent—and herself.

and with that, the conversation shifted, the weight of his words pressing down on her as they finished their meal, the tension between them lingering like a storm waiting to break.

as the night wound down, the tension between them seemed to settle, though it never truly disappeared. they left the restaurant in a comfortable silence, the kind that felt heavy with unspoken words but not unbearable. trent walked her to the car, opening the door for her like it was second nature.

the drive back to her place was quieter than before. the earlier emotions had worn her down, leaving her subdued, her gaze fixed on the passing streetlights. trent stole a glance at her every now and then, trying to decipher the thoughts running through her mind.

when they finally pulled up to her building, y/n unbuckled her seatbelt but made no immediate move to leave. instead, she turned to him, her features soft in the glow of the streetlamp outside.

"thanks for tonight," she said, her voice quieter than usual but no less sincere. "for... everything."

trent nodded, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel. "you don’t have to thank me. i meant what i said, y/n."

she smiled faintly, her eyes lingering on him a moment longer before she leaned over. he froze as she placed a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek, the warmth of her lips sending a jolt through him.

when she pulled back, he blinked, feeling his face heat in a way he hadn’t felt in years. it wasn’t just the kiss itself—it was the tenderness behind it, the softness in her eyes. he was so used to her sharp edges, her fiery words, the way she’d dig her heels in when they argued. this version of her—gentle, warm—caught him completely off guard.

"goodnight, trent," she said softly as she opened the door, stepping out before he could fully process what had just happened.

he watched her walk to her door, pausing only to wave briefly before disappearing inside. sitting there in the quiet of his car, trent touched his cheek, the spot where her lips had been still warm. he exhaled deeply, leaning back in his seat, his chest tight with emotions he couldn’t quite put into words.

she always managed to throw him off balance. but tonight, it wasn’t her sass or stubbornness that had him reeling. it was the way she let her guard down, even if just for a moment. and he realized, as he sat there replaying the evening, that she had him more hooked than ever.

y/n's home felt colder than usual as y/n paced near the window, the faint street lights flickering against the glass. she wasn’t sure how this conversation would go, but the weight of it pressed heavy on her chest. jadon was leaving for germany tomorrow, and despite all the ups and downs between them, she owed him a proper goodbye.

the knock at the door came softly, almost hesitant. when she opened it, jadon stood there, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, looking as boyish and familiar as ever. for a moment, it reminded her of better times, the easy comfort they used to share before everything got so complicated.

"hey," he said, his voice low.

"hey," she replied, stepping aside to let him in.

they settled in the living room, both of them keeping a careful distance. the silence between them was heavy but not hostile, and for that, she was grateful.

"so," jadon started, leaning back against the couch, "i guess this is it. back to dortmund."

she nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. "it’s what you need, though. a fresh start."

he gave her a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "yeah. but it’s not just for me, you know. i think it’s for us too."

her brows furrowed, and she shifted uncomfortably. "what do you mean?"

"i mean," he said, sitting forward, elbows resting on his knees, "we’ve been stuck in this loop, y/n. hurting each other, trying to fix things, and then hurting each other all over again. maybe it’s time to let it go."

the words hit her harder than she expected, and she blinked quickly, willing herself not to cry. "so, this is you ending it?"

he shook his head, his gaze soft. "it’s not about ending anything. it’s about moving on the right way. you’ve got your own thing going on here. i’ve got mine back there. but that doesn’t mean i don’t care about you."

her chest tightened, and she looked away, focusing on the floor. "it’s just... it’s hard, jadon. you’ve been a part of my life for so long."

"i know," he said gently. "but you’ll be fine. you’re strong, y/n. stronger than you think."

jadon sat back against the couch, exhaling deeply as he ran a hand through his hair. "y/n," he started, his tone softer now, "you’re worth so much more than this... than being in some non-exclusive, undefined relationship. i should’ve realized that sooner. i’m sorry for hurting you, for making you feel like you weren’t enough."

her eyes widened slightly at his words, her throat tightening. "i’m sorry too," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "i didn’t mean to keep going back and forth with you. i guess... i didn’t want to be alone."

jadon gave her a small, understanding smile. "i get it. but you shouldn’t settle for less than what you deserve just because you’re scared of being alone. you’re better than that, y/n."

his words sank in, and she nodded, unable to meet his gaze. the weight of their shared history made the moment feel heavier than she anticipated.

he hesitated for a moment before adding, "but i need to ask you something."

she looked at him, her brow furrowing slightly. "what?"

"trent," he said plainly, watching her reaction. "is he treating you right?"

her cheeks flushed instantly, and she shook her head quickly. "it’s not about trent," she said, her voice defensive.

jadon tilted his head, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "i can tell, y/n. the way you talk about him, the way you look when his name comes up—it’s the same way you used to be with me."

her blush deepened, and she crossed her arms over her chest, feeling caught off guard. "jadon, stop. it’s not like that."

"if you say so," he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "but if it is, just... make sure he’s good to you, alright? you deserve that. and if he’s not, well," he paused, leaning forward slightly, his smirk fading into something more serious, "you know where to find me."

his words were surprisingly genuine, and she felt a pang of gratitude amidst her embarrassment. "thank you," she murmured, her voice soft.

jadon smiled, the tension between them easing slightly. "no problem. i just want you to be happy, y/n."

they sat there in silence for a while, the weight of the past years settling between them like a soft hum. and for the first time, she felt a sense of peace about letting go.

but as she walked him to the door and watched him leave, the reality of trent’s words from earlier came rushing back. the way i see it, real or fake, when i laid my lips on you, y/n, you became mine.

she pressed her back against the closed door, her skin still burning from the way trent had looked at her, the way his words had cut through her defenses. she didn’t know what to make of it all, but one thing was clear: whatever this was with trent, it was different. and it terrified her.

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how do you think the lis would respond if mc sheepishly asked if they could fondle their tiddies? (even mhin, even though i KNOW they'd shank a bitch.)

Here ya go, Anon!! :3 They pronouns & non-specific language/MC used. Suggestive, but no other warnings.

AIS:

Pretends he doesn’t hear them.

“Hmm?” He holds a hand to his ear, a toothy little smirk on his face, his scarred eyebrow raised. The way he’s making direct eye contact is an unmistakable challenge.

“You wanna what now, Sparrow?”

He knows exactly what MC said and they can tell. He just wants to see if they'll say it again. They didn’t sound so sure about whatever that request was just now…

His smirk grows when– (if?? But c’mon he’s so clearly saying yes, please) –

His smirk grows when they don’t back down. He spreads his arms out in invitation, haori splaying open.

He’s patient for as long as he can stand once they get their hands on him but it isn’t long before he finds himself grabbing them by the wrists, pulling them closer. Pressing his palms against the back of their hands to encourage them to make full, firm contact. Haven’t they been warned? He’s awfully greedy.

(And: if he purposely presses their touch against his heart for a moment, no one needs to know but him.)

VERE:

He gives them a blank look– a look unsettlingly similar to his hungry, flat eyed stare. Though, it’s gone in an instant–so quick they might even be able to convince themself that they imagined it. One blink and his entire expression is different, his tail swishing elegantly and with a flourish that can only be described as pleased.

“Well,” he purrs, “aren’t you just adorable? I did tell you to ask next time you wanted to touch… Very well then. I’ll reward your ability to follow simple instructions.” He relaxes luxuriously into the cushions of the divan that he’s resting on. “Come along, then. Fondle to your heart's content. Don’t leave me waiting.” He beckons to them with a crooked finger, tempting them closer, a haunting echo of their first meeting.

Survival instincts be damned…he did give them permission…

He breathes a chuckle out as they touch him, his mouth hot against their ear as he buries a grin into their neck.

In the space of another breath, he’s flipped the two of them, leaving them pinned against the divan.

“You didn't think you were getting a single thing for free from me anymore, did you? Tut tut. After you treated my generosity so callously before? From now on, I’ll be expecting payment in kind. Quid pro quo, darling.”

KURAS:

He looks at them, eyes crinkled with amusement. “Am I to take it that your interest is academic? Studying anatomy, perhaps? I do have a few select texts I could offer you which you might find quite beneficial.”

The embarrassed look on their face seems to amuse him further, the corners of his lips tugging up as he takes in their expression.

“Of course, the benefits of a more hands-on method of scholarship should not be overlooked.” He takes pity on them, beckoning them over as he takes a seat on the doctor’s stool, right next to the cot where they first met him. He neatly removes his coat, folding it and laying it to rest beside him. Despite their fears, he doesn’t start listing out the anatomical names for things as they lay their hands on him. His eyes slip shut as they rest their hands on his shoulders–he’s still so tall, even sitting on the low stool–sliding their hands down, admiring the sturdy form and shape of him.

His own hands come up, clutching around their waist with surprising strength. His eyes are bright and intense as he looks up at them. They expect him to say something but he merely squeezes them–Possessively?–

Like he might be able to trap them in this moment with him forever, through will alone.

He closes his eyes again; his grip loosens. His self-control back is back in its necessary place, and he finds himself repentant.

“Forgive me. You are quite endearing. I simply find you…difficult to resist.” He admits.

MHIN:

You are so correct anon. Shanked immediately. But MC bonks their head into Mhin’s chest on their way to the ground, so… Achievement Unlocked? Or, for MC’s sake, I’ll assume that they have earned a level of trust/intimacy with Mhin that makes Mhin a lil' less likely to get stabby.

Mhin’s eyebrows furrow as Mhin crosses their arms, physically creating distance between MC and their…

Mhin’s cheeks go a little red as they realize how obvious their body language is, their pale eyes darting to the side as they worry about what other things they’ve accidentally telegraphed to MC. How many of Mhin's true thoughts and feelings are they privy to...? Shaking themself mentally, they quickly snap out of it, pinning MC with a pointed glare.

“If you value your life at all, you’ll never ask me that again.” Mhin marches away. “Staying at the Wet Wick–around Leander–has ruined your brain. You need to get out of that place while you still have some grey matter left.”

. . .

Later, escorting MC back to said Wet Wick, ducking through the lesser known and narrower streets after a long day of following dead ends together, Mhin finds the thought ruining their own brain. It must be the heat of MC pressed against them in the alleyway, the comforting, all-consuming scent of them, the memory of MC’s flushed face while they were asking Mhin’s permission... MC’s much braver than them, Mhin thinks bitterly, so much more willing to let themself have what they want, despite their cursed hands. Mhin sighs, stopping abruptly. Turning. Pinching the bridge of their nose.

“Look–you can–”

Mhin feels themself blushing all the way down to their chest. They open their mouth and close it a couple of times, attempting to articulate what they want. They make a noise of aggravated frustration. Carefully–very carefully, and very slowly, so that MC knows exactly what they are doing, they reach for the bandaged hands at MC’s side. They rest MC’s hands lightly on their chest, shivering as they feel the brush of fingers against their clothed ribs, thumbs pressing into their sternum. They bite down a noise that would surely make them perish where they stand. Stars above, how long since–

“...Does your heart always beat this fast, Mhin?”

“Quiet.” They snap.

Wow Mhin. Right there in the alleyway huh? Well ok then. I see what ur about.

LEANDER:

The two of them are alone in the room at the Wet Wick, just sitting together innocently on the bed when MC asks.

Well–they try to ask.

He hears them start the question and his coat and shirt (and tiddie belt) are coming off before they can even finish. He gives them a quiet chuckle, blushing as his shirt(s) get caught at his shoulders.

Though the perfect way it frames his boobs might convince them he did it on purpose…

“You meant skin to skin, right?” He laughs again, leaning back on his hands and looking entirely too appetizing–is he arching his back a little more than necessary?

“I don’t mind at all! Though, if you could help me with…” His eyes crinkle as he smiles at them, head tilted like a puppy, waiting expectantly.

They get up from the bed to help him discard his remaining topmost layers of clothing, standing above him in order to better assist. His eyes are pinned to theirs the moment the fabric barrier is fully cast aside. “I…can’t say this is a bad view,” he admits, eyes roving along their form, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Then, more sincerely: “I’m glad that you asked me for this. Don’t be afraid to touch, all right? Nothing bad will happen to me, promise. Remember: whatever you want.”

They find themself feeling along the edges of his scar, tracing the line of it across his pectoral… His breath catching when they accidentally scratch him a little with their nails (MC is just a little clumsy–that was completely unintentionally, really) is dangerously addictive.

“Ah... Anywhere else you’d like to touch? It would be a shame to waste this opportunity…”

If they're feeling shy, he could offer a few suggestions. He really, really wants to help in any way he can. :)

BONUS!ELYON: “You can, but I will have to charge.”

#And then the Milkshake song plays #touchstarved game #i am–as always–just a silly little guy #I hope this is to your liking anon!!#i hope it is kinda what u were hoping for?!#leander touchstarved #mhin touchstarved #ais touchstarved #vere touchstarved #kuras touchstarved #touchstarved game fanfic #I was gonna be sillier bc I was tryna match the vibe of the ask but then i looked into my heart and found this instead so i hope...#anyways when Ashnikko said ewwy in the gutter i can’t help I want to be ti**y smothered i felt that #LEANDER WAS THE HARDEST ONE TO WRITE CAN YOU BELIEVE?!?! its bc his was just him going: yesyesyesyes #toxintouch writing #fun fact there's a deleted line where Ais cops a feel of MC's a$$ he is an a$$ man i fear :) but I cut it out bc ThE fLoW ok #i will let him do it later in something else #i hate u tumblr formatting FINE I WON'T MAKE IT LOOK NICE #Divider is from the official TOUCHSTARVED itchio page #post got softblocked bc I said things in the tags so i censored i'm LAUGH #i really typed hakama instead of haori ealier ffffff #toxintouch: {pick} prompt {your poison}

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multi-fandom-things730 · 1 year ago

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Brothers, Boyfriends, and Betrayal

Summary: Jack Perry’s sister starts traveling with him, and gets very close with Hook. With the Forbidden Doors pay-per-view coming up, what could go wrong?

Warnings: Angst, cussing, violence, blood, fights, a whole lot of family drama, more angst, fluff, lil bit of spice

A/N: Writers block kicked my ass while trying to write this, but I finally got it done🥳 There will be a part 2 to this imagine as well🤍 As always, a super special thanks to my bestie @99hook 💛✨ I wouldn’t be here posting my fics if it wasn’t for you bestie, I love you so much!!!!!!!🥰🤍🤍 I hope all of you enjoy this story, I love you all so much and I appreciate you all for reading🧡🧡

"Are you excited for tonight?" Y/N asks her brother with a grin.

Jack smiles back at his little sister and nods. "You know I am! And I'm excited you get to be here"

Jack always enjoyed it when his sister was able to come to watch him wrestle, and with her in college, it had made it even less often. But she had just graduated.

Jack offered for her to travel with him, and she immediately accepted. She had loved wrestling ever since she was a kid, just like Jack. But she never wanted to be a wrestler, she wanted to be an interviewer. So being around the business she hoped to work in made her so excited.

"I gotta go talk to TK real quick. Would you be okay to wait for me here? If not, you can come with if you'd like" Jack offers.

Y/N smiles up at him. "I'm okay to wait here"

Jack nods and walks off.

Y/N leans against the wall next to Jack's dressing room and sighs. She could go in, but that'd be boring. Here she could look around and take everything in.

"Hey, is Jack here?"

Y/N jumps at a sudden voice behind her. She turns and is met with the very handsome man that she knows as Hook. "No, he's not. He should be back soon though. He's just talking to TK"

Hook nods and leans against the wall next to her.

They stand in silence for a few minutes, with Y/N nervously rocking back and forth on her heels.

"You're Y/N, right? His sister?" Hook asks.

She looks over at him again and nods. "Yeah, that's me"

Hook nods. "He talks about you a lot"

This makes Y/N smile. "That's sweet. Good things I hope"

Hook smirks, choosing to tease her. "Mostly"

She raises an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

Hook lets out a chuckle. "I'm just messing with you"

"Hmm" Y/N hums. "I don't believe you"

"Anyways" Hook decides to change the subject. "You're in college, right?"

Y/N shakes her head. "Just graduated actually"

"Congrats" Hook replies, a rare smile on his handsome face. “What do you wanna do?"

"I wanna work here actually. As an interviewer or something like that" Y/N answers.

"You'd be good at that" Hook smiles. "And I wouldn't mind seeing your pretty face around here more"

Y/N's face turns pink, making Hook's smile grow.

But before either of them can say anything else Jack walks back over.

Hook was only half listening to what Jack was saying, as most of his attention was being directed towards his sister.

Hook knew it wasn't right, but hey, he just thought she was pretty. Well, not pretty. More like gorgeous-

He blinks rapidly as he tries to zone back into the conversation and turn off his wandering thoughts.

It had been a month since Y/N started traveling with Jack, and it was the best month of her life. She had so many new friends, and she got to spend so much more time with her brother.

And Hook was there.

Hook always made sure to at least say hello every night, but more often than not they ended up talking for as long as they could before one of them was pulled away to do something.

A couple of nights Hook had offered to drive her home when Jack needed to head back to the hotel early, and one of those nights they ended up falling asleep in the car park after just sitting and talking for hours.

Jack wasn't very happy the next morning, so Hook and Y/N made up a lie about the car breaking down and them not wanting to wake him up.

It wasn't like they were doing anything wrong; they were just talking.

Until they weren't.

“Hey Ty!" Y/N smiles, eager to congratulate him for the match he just won. But she frowns when he brushes past her and stomps down the halls.

"Tyler?" She asks softly, quickly rushing to follow him.

"Just leave me alone right now Y/N" Hook huffs, walking faster as he hears her heels catching up with him.

"No! I'm not gonna leave you alone while you're upset Tyler" she insists, struggling to keep up with him.

She cusses herself out in her head for choosing tonight to try and break in these new heels.

She lets out a little yelp when she loses her footing and twists her ankle.

Hook immediately stops and turns around, seeing her leaned against the wall with one foot lifted.

He sighs, before walking over to her. "You gotta be more careful Y/N"

She smiles as Hook picks her up bridal style. "Well, if I had known I'd need to chase you down the hallways tonight I wouldn't have worn these shoes. Next time give me a heads up"

Hook can't help but chuckle as he sits her down on an empty crate in an empty room.

"Why are we in a creepy room?" Y/N asks as Hook looks at her ankle.

"Because me and your brother both have people who don't like us running around here" Hook answers.

He lightly turns her ankle, which makes her wince. "Sorry"

"It's okay" she answers, and reaches to start playing with his hair.

Hook smiles and leans into her touch, before standing back up to be at eye level with her.

He places his hands on the crate on either side of her legs. "I think you just twisted it. I could wrap it for you if you want, just in case. And maybe try not wearing heels"

"Sure" she answers simply, her pulse-raising at the position she and Hook are in.

Hook seems to finally realize it too, and he feels his heart rate rise as well.

He goes to pull back, but Y/N places her hands on his so he can't.

"Y/N, this isn't a good idea" he says softly.

Y/N frowns, but nods and lets him go. "You're right. I'm sorry"

But her eyes widen when his hands move to hold her waist.

"I said it wasn't a good idea. That doesn't mean I don't like the idea" he smirks, and Y/N smiles back.

"I just want to be sure you want this. Want me" Hook clarifies.

Y/N's smile just grows, and she wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her. "Of course I want you, Tyler. More than anything"

And with that, their lips meet in a sweet kiss.

They pull away after a few seconds, and Hook moves his hands down to grip her hips as Y/N runs her fingers up and down his arms.

She wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him closer to her.

She kisses him again, and when she pulls away she bites softly on his bottom lip, pulling on it before letting go.

Hook smirks at her and lets his kisses trail down her neck.

"Wanna tell me what made you so mad?" Y/N asks.

"I don't really wanna think about anything but this gorgeous girl in front of me" Hook answers.

Y/N smirks, and uses her finger to lift his chin so he's looking at her. "Well this gorgeous girl is gonna have to implement a no-touching policy until you tell her"

Hook's eyes widen, and a pout forms on his lips.

Y/N simply leans up and pecks his pouty lip. "Starting in 10, 9,"

"Fine" Hook relents. "It's just, earlier tonight the guy I fought and his friend were talking about you and I overheard. They were saying all these things about you, and about how they were gonna see who could get into your pants first and stuff like that"

"Hmm" Y/N hums. "I guess you win that bet then"

Hook laughs. "I'm trying to be serious Y/N. It pissed me off"

Y/N smiles and begins trailing kisses down his neck. "Well, thank you for telling me. Now, how about a reward?"

Y/N had begun to help out backstage, and in that time had impressed Tony Khan.

He liked and respected her work ethic; she wasn't even employed, she was just a guest, but she was running around with the backstage crew helping at any chance she got.

So Tony ran the idea for her to start appearing on TV by them after Jack told him what she hoped to do. He said it'd be kind of like a trial run, and Y/N couldn't be more excited to do so.

And she couldn't have been more thankful it happened when it did; because as they walked out of Tony's office they saw LFI coming out during Hook's segment on a monitor.

"Y/N!" Jack exclaims as she takes off towards the guerrilla.

But she doesn't listen, and she runs out as the sound crew scrambles to play Jack's music.

"Oh! That's Jack Perry's sister!" Taz exclaims as Y/N takes off down the ramp.

She jumps into the ring as Preston and Dralístico jump out to confront Jack, who ran out behind her with a chair in his hands.

"Ty?" She says softly, kneeling next to him.

He pulls himself up to his feet, as Y/N tries to help him.

"I'm fine baby" he says, before placing his hands on her shoulders and looking directly into her eyes. "You should have never come out here. It's dangerous. They could have attacked you"

"I don't care about that! I care about you!" She exclaims over the crowd's cheers, and Hook would never admit it, but he felt a warmth in his chest at that.

But they're pulled out of their moment when José rolls into the ring to get away from Jack.

Hook gently pushes Y/N into the corner before staring José down.

José goes to punch Hook, but Hook grabs him and hits him with a T-Bone.

Y/N cheers as Jack slides into the ring and rushes over to her. "Y/N! You can't do that! You gotta be careful, okay?"

"I'm sorry I scared you" Y/N says. "But Hook's my friend! And yours!"

"I know that. I was planning on coming out here as soon as we saw it on the monitor. But you're not a wrestler" Jack retorts.

"Hey, it all worked out" Hook says, trying to stop them from arguing.

Jack takes a deep breath before he nods and the two men fist bump, making the crowd pop.

Hook glances over at Y/N and flashes her a smirk, and she sends him back a wink.

Y/N coming out to defend him had gotten Hook a little more than worked up, and he just hoped it wasn't too obvious to the people watching.

The next week on Dynamite Hook and Jack were fighting Vance and Dralístico in a Texas tornado match.

They were all currently in Hook’s dressing room finishing up a strategy talk.

"Listen Y/N, if you're gonna come out with us you cannot interfere" Jack says sternly.

"I understand" Y/N says softly, but Hook, who was sitting on the couch behind them can't help but smirk at Y/N's crossed fingers that she was hiding behind her back.

Jack nods. "Okay, I'm gonna head to my dressing room and get ready. Meet me at the guerrilla?"

Hook nods, and Jack leaves.

Hook stands up, and Y/N smirks when he wraps his hand around her crossed fingers. His other arm snakes around her waist and he pulls her flush against his chest.

He leans down and breathes into her ear. "You wanna talk about this?"

"What about it?" Y/N asks with fake innocence.

"You don't need to get involved" Hook replies.

"I'm not promising anything" Y/N says stubbornly.

He turns her around to face him and leans his forehead against hers. "I need you to be safe mamas. I can't focus if I need to worry about protecting you"

Y/N lets out a sigh as his hands hold onto her hips, and she doesn't miss the way they nervously grip onto her. "I promise not to get involved unless one of you is about to get hurt very badly. How's that?"

Hook huffs. "I'm not happy about it. But I know it's probably the best I'm gonna get so I'll take it"

Y/N smiles and wraps her arms around his neck before pulling him down into a kiss.

Y/N had been standing at ringside the whole time, and she felt like her heart was going to explode from how fast it was racing.

Hook was covered in blood, but at the same time he still looked so damn good. She had to stop her mind from wandering to places it had no business going to at the current moment.

But as Vance wrapped a chain around Hook's neck, the only thing she could think about was how much pain Hook must be in.

She ran around the ring to grab a steel chair, and ignored her brother yelling at her as she rolled into the ring.

She ran over and slammed Vance as hard as she possibly could in the head with the chair before he could throw Hook off the apron and into a table.

This causes Vance to let Hook go as he tries to stop himself from falling, and Hook takes the opportunity to grab him and T-Bone him off the apron and through the table.

Y/N lets out a yell as she watches, and goes to jump down to him when she feels a hand grab her arm.

She whips around and is met with Dralístico screaming in her face.

But Jack runs up behind him and yanks him away from Y/N.

Jack DDTs Dralístico onto a chair and covers him, but José runs over and kicks Jack in the head to break up the pin.

Y/N kneels next to Jack, who's holding onto his head.

She looks up at José with a glare when he throws his shirt at her and Jack.

Jack pushes her behind him as he gets to his feet and glares at José with a chair tight in his hand.

But a smirk grows across Y/N's face when Hook climbs back in the ring and sneaks up behind José.

Hook locks José in the redrum as Dralístico rolls back in the ring and charges at Jack.

Jack trips him and jumps onto his back, locking him in the snare trap.

Dralístico reaches for the chair Jack dropped, but Y/N runs over and kicks it away from him. So with nowhere left to go, Dralístico frantically taps.

Y/N cheers, and when Jack stands back up she pulls him into a hug.

Hook walks over and pats Jack on the shoulder.

Y/N pulls away and scans both of them. "Are you guys okay?!"

"We're fine, don't worry" Jack answers, and Y/N swats at his arm when he ruffles her hair.

The referee comes over, and Y/N backs away as he holds Jack and Hook's hands up in celebration.

Hook peers over at Y/N, wanting nothing more than to grab her and kiss her.

Y/N just waves at him with a smirk, knowing exactly what he's thinking.

Y/N and Hook probably should have known it simply wasn't possible to keep their relationship a secret from Jack forever.

But they never thought it'd play out the way it did.

It was the night of the Forbidden Doors pay-per-view, and Jack was hyped for his fight.

Y/N had hopped in the shower quickly while Jack was getting ready.

But while she was in the shower her phone went off.

Jack picked it up and was on his way to let Y/N know she'd gotten a text when the name of the sender caught his attention. It was Hook.

But what really caught his attention was the phrase 'I love you' that was included.

Hey babygirl, I know you're busy getting ready right now. I just wanted to say I love you, and I can't wait to go out tonight after the show❤️

Jack's eyes couldn't have gotten anymore wide, but when he heard the shower turn off he simply put the phone back where it was and sat down on the couch.

Y/N walked out minutes later in her new black dress and freshly blow-dried hair. "What do you think?"

Jack smiles. "You look nice sis"

"Thanks" she grins, before sitting down at the desk table to do her makeup.

Jack has to hold in a scoff when her smile widens as she looks at her phone.

"Come on Jack!" Y/N tries to rally Jack from ringside.

She didn't know what was going on with Jack tonight, he seemed so distracted.

Hook stood next to her, wondering the same thing. He leaned down to speak in her ear, so she'd be able to hear him over the crowd. "What's going on with him?"

"I don't know" she answers, but when she looks back up Jack is looking at them instead of Sanada, who took this opportunity to attack him.

"NO!" Y/N screamed, but it was too late, and Jack was pinned.

Y/N sighs, and Hook helps her onto the apron before jumping up himself.

He puts his foot on the rope so it's easier for her to get in, and the two of them walk over to Jack.

Jack doesn't say anything as Y/N kneels down to pull him into a hug. "I'm sorry Jack. But it's okay! You'll kick his ass next time!"

Jack hugs her back. "Thanks sis..."

Y/N and Hook help him up, and they make their way back up the ramp.

But Y/N doesn't even realize what's happening before Jack has attacked Hook.

Y/N lets out a surprised yell when Hook hits the ground. "Tyler!"

But Jack lightly pushes her back, before leaning down to yell at Hook. "You think it's okay to sneak around with my sister?!"

Y/N's eyes widen. "J-Jack! It's not like that! Please! Don't do this! Just let me explain!"

"No Y/N! He's supposed to be my best friend but he's been sneaking around with you for who knows how long!" Jack yells.

"We're not just sneaking around! We're together! I love him! Come on Jack. Please, this isn't how to handle this. We hurt you by not telling you. I understand that, and I'm so sorry. But this is exactly why we didn't! We were afraid of how you'd react!"

Jack just huffs and goes stomping towards the tunnels.

"Jack!" Y/N exclaims, chasing after him.

"Are you coming with me or not?" Jack's tone is much calmer as he stares at Y/N expectingly.

"I- Jack, you hurt him! I can't just leave him! I love him! I- I love you both!" Y/N exclaims exasperatedly.

"Fine then" Jack snaps, turning to leave.

"No! Please Jack!" Jack yanks his arm out of her grip as she cries. "Jack!"

Y/N cries harder as she watches him stomp away.

Y/N is snapped out of her head when Taz runs by her to get to Hook.

Y/N whips around and sees Taz helping Hook up, who is trying to get to her.

She rushes over and takes Hook's outstretched hand. "I'm here Tyler. I'm here"

Hook pulls away from his dad and pulls Y/N into a tight hug.

Y/N hugs him around his torso as he holds her head against his chest.

"You need to get checked out by the medics Ty" Y/N says.

"I love you" Hook whispers into her ear.

Y/N smiles and nuzzles into him more. "I love you too"

"Let's move this love fest to the medic's office you two" Taz smiles.

Y/N pulls back from Hook and smiles up at him. "I couldn't agree more"

"I'm fine" Hook insists. "I just wanna head back to the hotel"

"He hit you in the throat and you fell back on your head" Taz argues.

Y/N pouts when she can tell Hook isn't budging. "Please honey? Then we can go back to the hotel together"

Hook stares into her eyes for a moment before reluctantly nodding with a sigh, and they all walk out together as the crowd cheers for them.

They head straight back to the trainer's room, and Taz and Y/N sit down in chairs as Hook gets checked out.

Y/N's knee can't stop bouncing, and she's biting her nails as her thoughts won't stop racing.

"Are you ok hon?" Taz asks after a few seconds of silence.

"Y-Yeah" Y/N brushes off his concern. "I'm fine"

Taz just raises an eyebrow at her, and she shrinks under his gaze. "I just... I feel like this is all my fault.."

"Get that thought outta your head. Jack did what he did because he wanted to" Taz comforts, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"I guess so" she mumbles.

Taz frowns at the downhearted look on her face and leans over to pull her into a side hug.

She leans against his side, doing her best to not start crying.

Then Hook walks over. “They said I’m fine. Wanna head back to the hotel baby?”

Y/N nods as she and Taz stand up.

Taz hugs Y/N, and pats Hook on the shoulder. “Everything’s gonna be okay you two. It’ll work out once Jack calms down”

That never happened.

Here they were a week later and Y/N nor Hook had heard a word from Jack.

Which was why Y/N was curled up against Hook’s side, trying not to cry again.

“It’s okay mamas” he breathes into her ear, rubbing his hand up and down her back. “He’ll come around eventually”

“I’ve never gone this long without talking to him” Y/N sniffles.

“I’m sorry” Hook replies, and leans down to kiss her head.

“It’s not your fault. I should have just told him” Y/N wipes her eyes.

“We should have told him. It’s not all on you Y/N” Hook corrects, making her smile up at him.

Then her phone dings, and she pulls away to pick it up.

Hey Y/N. I’m sorry I haven’t responded to you at all for so long. Could we meet up somewhere for lunch?

“He texted me!” Y/N grins. “He wants to meet for lunch”

Hook grins back, relieved that Y/N was so happy. “That’s great mamas” he says before pecking her lips.

She hops up off the couch and runs to get ready, and Hook just watches her with an adoring smile.

Lunch was awkward, to say the least.

The two siblings just sat and stared at the ground for a little while, before Jack decided to speak up. “So, how long have you and Hook been together?”

“We got together about a month after I started traveling with you” Y/N answers honestly.

Jack just nods, tapping his fingers on the table.

“I know you’re mad, and I understand that. But we didn’t mean to hurt you. We love each other Jack” Y/N says.

“If that’s all true why’d you keep it from me?” Jacks asks.

“Because we were scared of how you’d react” Y/N quickly retorts. “And clearly we weren’t wrong to worry”

Jack huffs and rolls his eyes before standing up. “I gotta go to the bathroom”

Y/N watches him walk away with an annoyed expression.

This whole situation wasn’t adding up for her. She had done plenty of stuff that Jack didn’t like, and he’d never acted like this. And the way her explaining everything to him didn’t even make him budge was unlike him.

Which is what prompted her to pick up his phone that he left on the table and open it.

She scrolled through his contacts and stopped on the contact of his best friend. Y/N knew Jack told him everything.

She looks through their messages, and she can feel her blood boiling at what she reads.

It’s the perfect cover dude. I was always gonna betray Hook at Forbidden Door, but I just happened to see a text he sent Y/N that night. Now the fans will feel bad for me, and they won’t turn on me.

She quickly takes a screenshot and sends it to herself before a voice snaps her out of her head. “Why are you on my phone?”

Y/N abruptly stands up and turns to face him with a furious glare. “Because I’m related to you, so I must have at least a little sneak in me”

She shoves the phone into his chest. “You’re a no good, lying bastard! You tried to use me so the fans wouldn’t hate you for what you did?!”

“S-Sis…” Jack stumbles over his words.

Y/N feels her skin burning in anger. “Fuck you”

She whips around and storms out of the restaurant in a huff, as Jack follows behind her.

“You don’t wanna talk to me?! Fine! Maybe you’ll wanna talk to me after I take that championship from your pathetic fuck budd-“

Y/N cuts him off by whipping around and slapping him as hard as she can in the face.

He stumbles away from her with wide eyes as she rips her bracelet off her wrist.

She and Jack had gotten matching bracelets on vacation when they were little, and neither one of them had ever taken them off.

So for a moment, Jack regretted his whole crazy scheme as he watched her throw it on the ground and turn away from him with tears in her eyes.

He kneeled down and picked the bracelet up, and let out a sad chuckle at the silly little turtle charm. He quickly wipes his eyes before standing back up with it tight in his grip.

Meanwhile, Y/N had taken off as fast as she could down the street and towards the hotel.

She was doing her best not to cry as she walked through the lobby and got on the elevator.

She rushed out once it got to her floor, and practically sprinted down the hall towards her room.

Towards Hook.

She knocked on the door, and as soon as it opened she threw herself into his arms.

Hook immediately wraps his arms around her and guides her to sit down on the bed. “What happened babygirl?”

“He’s a liar!” She cries, burying her head in his chest. “He was always going to do that to you! It was just a coincidence that he found out about us that night! And he decided to use it as a c-cover so the fans wouldn’t turn on him”

Hook doesn’t say anything, but Y/N can feel the way his body tenses and his grip on her tightens.

Y/N looks up at him, and his face is stone cold.

She pulls away and leans her forehead against his. “I’m sorry... I’m so sorry he did this”

He places his hands on her waist and pulls her onto his lap. “Don’t apologize. None of this was your fault mamas”

“What are you gonna do? He.. he said he was going to take the title from you” Y/N mumbles nervously.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that” Hook replies, kissing her on the temple. “I’ll deal with him. I’ll deal with him really fucking soon”

"Let me come out there with you"

"Absolutely not" Hook says sternly, not looking away from the monitor.

It was the first dynamite after Forbidden Door, and Jack was currently out in the ring talking about everything that happened.

Hook was standing up, staring into the screen, and Y/N was convinced Jack must feel it through the screen from the intensity of Hook's glare.

On the contrary, Y/N didn't even want to look at the screen. Nor did she want to hear his voice, but that was kind of impossible with Hook listening to each cruel word intently.

Y/N and Jack had gotten into a fight on twitter a few days prior. Jack had tried to message Y/N, but she blocked his phone number. So Jack took to twitter to whine, and Y/N replied with a long and angry tweet exposing every one of Jack's lies.

So with the truth out, it seemed Jack fully succumbed to a new heel persona that Y/N couldn't even recognize.

Her own brother was standing in the ring, saying terrible things about the man she loved. She couldn't understand how they'd gotten to this point.

They used to be best friends, an inseparable pair. You could never find one without the other. But now they didn't even want to be in the same building.

But they had to be for work.

"Tyler, I don't want you going out there alone" Y/N insists, walking over to wrap her arms around him from behind.

Hook places his hands on her's, and leans back into her embrace. "I can't focus if I'm worried about you getting hurt mamas"

Y/N felt her heart crack a little at the familiar words. Hook was referring to Jack like he was some unpredictable enemy. But sadly, at this point: he was. "He wouldn't hurt me"

Hook looks down at her hands that are gripping onto him, and lets out a breath. "I don't know that anymore"

Y/N just leans her head down against his back in defeat, and tears gather in her eyes "He wouldn't..."

Hook turns to face her, and holds her tight. "I'll handle him, don't worry"

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before pulling away from him. "You should head out there"

"Are you gonna be okay?" Hook asks, placing his hand against her cheek and wiping away a tear.

She nods and flashes him a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.

Hook places a lingering kiss on her head, before looking down to gaze into her eyes. "I'll be back before you know it"

With that, he leaves one last kiss on her lips and leaves the room.

Y/N watches as he leaves, before sitting down on the couch. She stares at the screen, waiting for Hook to storm out.

She sniffles as she stares at Jack, and does her best to stop the tears from falling as she listens to his words.

She just hoped this would all be over soon.

“Are you okay Y/N?”

Y/N turns from watching Hook warming up to weakly smile at Taz.

It was finally the day: the day Hook defended the FTW title against Jack.

She could feel her stomach twisting into knots at the very thought, but she had to just push those feelings down.

It was happening in less than half an hour, and she had to be ready.

“I’m all good Taz” she smiles.

But Taz just raises an eyebrow at her and crosses his arms. He had been able to duck off the commentary table during a commercial break, and he didn’t have time for her deflections. “I know you’re not hon”

She just stares at him for a few seconds. “I have to be. This isn’t about me or my feelings”

“Supporting Tyler doesn’t mean that you can’t be sad about this. If you were actually fine right now I’d think you were a robot” Taz replies. “All I’m saying is, be easy on yourself. Don’t beat yourself up for still caring about Jack”

And with that he turns to Hook, and they start talking as Taz’s words circle in Y/N’s mind.

She didn’t even notice when Taz walked away, and was only brought out of her head when Hook slipped his arms around her waist. “Remember what I said mamas. I can’t focus and be worried about you. Please let me handle him”

“I will” Y/N whispered back, but with her fingers crossed at her side.

It took all of the willpower Y/N had to not run over when Jack had Hook set up for a draping DDT, and when he hit it she couldn’t stop the small cry from escaping her lips as she watched Hook’s head hit the ground.

Y/N immediately ran over to Hook as Jack rolled into the ring in hopes of a count-out victory.

“Baby, are you ok?” Y/N has to do her best from hopping in the ring and attacking Jack when the only answer she gets from Hook is a moan of pain.

She places her hands on his back and gently rubs up and down in an attempt to pull him back to his senses, as the numbers yelled by the ref ring in the couple’s ears.

“Help me up” Hook breathes out, struggling to pull himself up.

“Tyler” Y/N mumbles, hesitation clear in her tone. She was clearly worried about him continuing with his injuries.

“I’m not letting him win” Hook fumes. “Help me Y/N, please”

Her eyes flicker from him to the ref, and as he calls seven Y/N wraps her arms around Hook and hauls him to his feet.

She pushes him into the ring right before the ref got to ten, much to Jack’s chagrin.

Y/N watches with scared eyes as Jack starts tauntingly kicking Hook in the face.

Y/N can see the fury in Hook’s eyes, and she lets out a little smile when he gets to his feet and swings at Jack.

Jack avoids it and tries to grab Hook for a suplex, but Hook elbows him and breaks out of his grasp.

But Jack grabs him again and hits Hook with a German suplex.

He looks over to his sister with a smirk, which quickly changes to confusion when he sees the smirk on her face.

Hook had gotten right back on his feet, and Y/N couldn’t be prouder of him.

Jack whips around and tries to hit Hook, but Hook dodges him.

Jack tries to kick Hook next, but Hook catches him and turns him around before grabbing him around the waist.

Y/N cheers as Hook hits him with a northern lights suplex.

Jack kicks out right before the three count, but Hook maintains the waistlock.

He pulls Jack up and hits him with another northern lights suplex. But once again, Jack kicks out.

Y/N just cheers as she realizes Hook still has the waistlock on Jack, and she can’t stop herself from grinning when Hook starts another suplex.

But her grin drops when Jack grabs onto the ref, and while he’s distracted kicks Hook with a low blow.

Y/N can barely watch as Hook tries to pull himself up, and Jack runs and bounces off the ropes before hitting Hook with an elbow strike in the back of the head.

Jack rolls Hook over for the cover, and Y/N can tell that Hook is dazed.

“KICK OUT BABY!” Y/N screams. It’s like her voice breaks the daze he was in, as he immediately kicks out upon hearing her.

She lets out a relieved breath, and avoids eye contact with Jack who was sending her a nasty glare.

Y/N raises an eyebrow as Jack rolls out of the ring, but her eyes widen when he grabs the FTW title.

She runs over and grabs the other end of it.

They glare at each other, and each one is trying to yank the title out of the other’s grasp.

“You know you can’t win on your own!” Y/N yells. “You’ve been cheating this whole damn time because you know you’re just not as good as him!”

Her words seem to just make Jack angrier. He finally wins their tug-of-war and jumps back in the ring before she has the opportunity to grab the belt again.

Hook catches Jack when he tries to hit him, but Jack pulls them backward and they crash into the ring post with the ref.

Y/N’s eyes widen as the ref crumbles to the ground, and she feels the anxiety building in her.

Y/N reaches into the ring and tries to shake the ref awake as Hook hits Jack with a suplex.

Hook covers Jack, but looks up when he doesn’t hear the ref hitting the mat.

He sees Y/N climbing into the ring, trying to get the ref up, and walks over to help.

The ref starts to get back to his feet with Y/N’s help, so Hook turns to face Jack.

But Y/N’s eyes widen when she realizes Jack has the belt.

She lets go of the ref and runs over to push Hook out of the way just before Jack hits him, and the belt collides with her side at full force instead.

She falls to the ground in pain, clutching her side.

Hook doesn’t care about anything in that moment except for Y/N, and he takes his eyes off of Jack to run to her.

And Jack draws his final line in the sand as he uses his sister a final time.

Instead of helping her, Jack uses her injury distracting Hook to hit him in the face with the belt.

Y/N is able to zone back in just in time to register the third hit on the mat and the bell signaling the end of the match.

She just watches with tears welling in her eyes as Jack grabs the title and stands on the ropes to show it off.

Y/N pulls herself up, trying to ignore the pain in her side to make sure Hook is okay.

But Jack hops back down and smirks at her. “What’d I tell you sis? You should know better than to be with a loser like him”

But his cocky demeanor instantly drops when she counters with four simple, but gut-wrenching and powerful words.

“You’re just like Christian.”

It came out as barely a whisper, but to Jack, it was like a gunshot ringing through his ears.

After that, Y/N didn’t even spare him a second glance as she checked on Hook.

“Baby?” She softly calls, running her hands through his hair with the hand not clutching her side.

Hook stirs after a moment, and his eyes widen as he comes back to his senses.

He quickly pulls himself up, and ignores Y/N’s insisting on him to take it easy. “Are you okay?”

She nods, but Hook doesn’t miss the way she’s holding onto her side, and the pain clear in her glassy eyes.

The two lock eye contact for a moment, before leaning against one another in an attempt at comfort.

Hook places a kiss on her head, as sadness courses through both of their veins.

This was one of the worst days of both of their lives, but at least they had each other.

Despite everything that had just happened, they wouldn’t go back and change a single thing. Because everything that had happened is what brought them together.

As long as they could lean on each other, they’d always be able to get back up.

#aew #aew fanfiction #aew hook #aew hook x reader #aew x reader #hook aew #hook aew x reader #hook imagine #hook x reader #send hook #tyler senerchia

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lemonlamblaura · 10 months ago

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My Husband is the God of Pestilence - chapter 5

Not very happy with this chapter, but I felt like I was wasting too much time with it. I'm looking forward to a few things next chapter tho, Kallamar will really start getting more into the god thing.

Oh yeah! I thought I should mention a few voice claims for the characters: my Kallamar is voiced by Alan Tudyk, particularly the voice he uses for Harry in Resident Alien. Shamura is voiced by Liam Nneson, I just love his Irish accent. Still trying to figure out who would voice Lilybell.

Anyway, enjoy this chapter 🩷

"Quite impressive," said Trenaty, turning over the large ruby in her hands as Lilybell glowed with pride. "You should feel blessed to recieve a gift from Lord Kallamar. In all my time here, he has never taken to anyone the way he has to you." She handed back the ruby, and Lilybell wrapped it in a spare pillowcase before placing it at the bottom of her trunk. "Make sure to clean it often, crystals are want to attract grime and barnacles."

"Do you think anyone will steal it, Trenaty?" Lilybell asked, placing her other belongings on top of the crystal so it would remain carefully hidden, closing the trunk with a thud.

"I doubt it, considering crystals grow all over Anchordeep. But I suggest you keep it secret, knowing it comes from Lord Kallamar may give it higher value, or at least others may think so."

The lamb sighed, sitting down on her bed with a big smile. "We talked for hooooours," she said, dragging out the word to really drive it home. She laid on her stomach, kicking her legs back and forth as Trenaty walked around the bed to sit beside her. "It was so nice not to have to waste away in the kitchen all day. Oh, that reminds me! Lord Kallamar said I don't have to go back to the kitchen anymore!"

Trenaty's eyes widened in surprise, and not in a good way. "Really?"

"Yeah! He said he would find another job for me. What's wrong, Trenaty? You don't look very happy..."

The starfish's eyes softened and she smiled gently, but her eyebrows were still knitted. "I'm only concerned, dear. I don't want anyone to think Lord Kallamar is showing favoritism towards you. People may not react well to that, you know."

Lilybell's good mood quickly deflated upon realizing Trenaty was right. The kitchen staff were already mad at her for shirking her duties. They glared at her as she ate her dinner, and made her do all the dishes herself. That was all before she told them she wouldn't be back. No one said goodbye, or even a "it was nice working with you".

"That's just what I need," she mumbled, letting her chin sink into the blanket. "You're the only one here who's nice to me, Trenaty. I don't have any friends here other than you."

"Don't pout, dear," the old woman stroked Lilybell's wool comfortingly. "If Lord Kallamar is going to find another job for you, perhaps you can explore the temple a little more. I've got an idea, how about you walk with me tomorrow while I work?"

Lilybell rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand. "You know, Trenaty, you've never actually told me what you do around here. What's your job?"

"I suppose you could call me a supervisor of sorts. I make sure everyone is doing their work and not slacking off."

"Really? I can't imagine you bossing people around," Lilybell laughed.

Trenaty just smiled. "It's not such a bad job. It can be boring at times, but at least I have full run of the temple, except for Lord Kallamar's room, of course." The starfish gave Lilybell a wink.

"Just think of all the treasures Lord Kallamar must have in his room," Lilybell said, twirling her wool around her finger. "Lots of crystals, I imagine, and probably a really big, comfy bed!"

"Maybe someday you will get to see it," Trenaty said playfully.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Nothing, dear."

Later that night, when everyone had gone to sleep, Lilybell snuck out of bed and into the courtyard. Kallamar was there waiting for her, and his face lit up as he saw her approaching. "I was afraid you had forgotten," he smiled as she ran up beside him.

"I'm sorry," she panted, grinning up at him, "I wanted to make sure everyone was asleep before I came."

Just like the night before, Kallamar spread his arms out, soaking in the lights of prayers from the statue and glowing fiercely. Lilybell watched with the same amazement, but with more excitement this time, knowing what to expect. It was over much too soon.

"That was so cool, Lord Kallamar," said Lilybell, unintentionally repeating herself from the night before.

Kallamar looked down at her fondly and held out a long, thin finger. "Let's walk, dear."

She took his finger (knowing all too well this was the first time she'd held hands with anyone other than her parents) and they walked around the statue into the courtyard, among the decorative corals placed like hedges to give the area some colour.

"I have decided what I would like you to do for me," Kallamar said quietly, as if trying not to disturb the peacefulness of the night, "I require someone to help me perform my duties at the temple. You shall be my personal assistant."

"What do I have to do?" Lilybell asked.

"Nothing intense. Simply fetch anything that I require, or ask others to do things in my place. I may also ask your opinion of certain subjects that I would not ask of the other workers. That is all."

Lilybell breathed a sigh of relief. "That sounds easy. When do I start?"

"First thing tomorrow. I will have a bedroom set up for you near my office, so you will be close by."

"My own bedroom!" She gasped excitedly, hopping beside him with joy, "oh, it'll be so nice not to be woken up all the time. The other ladies there can be pretty noisy. If someone isn't snoring, then another is talking in their sleep, or something else. It's so tiring!"

"I cannot begin to imagine."

Lilybell stopped and turned to him, holding his one big hand with her two small ones. "Thank you, Lord Kallamar. I'm so happy to have you around to help me."

Kallamar felt his face warm up as she beamed up at him, her warm hands in his cold one. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this way when another person looked at him. It didn't feel the same as when his parents congratulated him, or Shamura gently touched his shoulder reassuringly. This was something else. Something that felt good, but foreign too.

It made him nervous.

"You... you're welcome, dear," he said carefully, not wanting to hurt her feelings.

Suddenly, a familiar rumble at their feet signaled the arrival of another God, and Kallamar hurriedly rushed Lilybell behind him to avoid her being seen. A dark shadow appeared before them, and a huge purple spider, standing as tall as Kallamar, but somehow taller, rose from it, facing the temple away from them.

"Shamura!"

The spider turned towards Kallamar's voice, a little surprised, but not showing it. "Ah, there you are brother," they said quietly.

"What are you doing here? Is something wrong? I wasn't expecting you!" Kallamar tried to keep Lilybell behind him as she kept trying to peek around him curiously.

"You are always popping in to see me, so I thought a change of pace would be nice," they said, taking in the courtyard, "and I would like to see how your temple turned out. You were so excited to have it finished, yet you never invited me to see it."

"I would have preferred that you let me know beforehand, sibling," Kallamar said, irritated, "then I could have had my servants tidy up."

"That wouldn't do," said the spider, "it is better to see it in its natural state. Is that your worship idol?"

Shamura started walking towards Kallamar's statue with the squid not far behind, and Lilybell found she had to run to keep up with them. She never realized how slowly Kallamar walked just for her to walk with him. He must have felt like a snail!

"Yes, but please, sibling, can't we do this another time?" Kallamar pleaded as the reached the statue, a few barnacles and periwinkles already starting to grow on it. "I, uh, have much to attend to!"

"Surely it is not too much to ask for you to entertain your dear sibling," Shamura teased, before hearing a surprised grunt as Lilybell collided with Kallamar's cloak. They looked down and saw a small hoof disappear behind their brother, and they smiled slyly. "Ah, I see you are already entertaining. Kallamar, why don't you introduce me to the small creature you are hiding behind you?"

"I-I didn't hear anything," Kallamar warbled uselessly, feeling Lilybell clutch his cloak tightly.

Shamura didn't fall for it for a second. "Come forth, small one. Have no fear," they said gently, as if talking to an infant.

They saw the off-white wool first, then a big round eye filled with anticipation, before a grey face appeared from behind their brother. Lilybell still refused to come out from behind Kallamar, afraid of what the other god might do.

"Ah, we meet at last, little lamb," Shamura said gently, "Kallamar has told me much about you. Your name is Lilly-Billy, is it not?"

"Shamura!" Kallamar cried out in embarrassment.

"My name is Lilybell," she said cautiously.

Shamura chuckled. "My apologies. Are you enjoying Anchordeep, my dear?"

If only they knew they had opened the floodgates. "I do like it," Lilybell finally stepped out from behind Kallamar, but stayed close to him, "but it's awfully different down here. I like the warm water, and I don't even think about how I'm always wet anymore. I wish people were a little nicer, but I have Trenaty and Lord Kallamar to help me. I'm going to help Lord Kallamar from now on. I do wish I could see more beyond the temple, but it must be scary, I almost got attacked by jellyfish last night! Oh, and Lord Kallamar gave me a pretty crystal-"

"Lilybell," Kallamar interrupted, wrapping a hand around her arm, "I'm sure Lord Shamura isn't interested in such things. We mustn't waste their time."

"Don't be silly, brother," Shamura said gently. "It is important to hear what your followers have to say." They looked down at the lamb with a friendly smile. "I am glad to hear you are adapting. Do not fret about the others. In time, you shall have many dear companions."

Lilybell looked down at her feet bashfully. "Thank you, Lord Shamura," she said.

Kallamar watched the exchange curiously. He assumed Shamura would be disappointed to see him talking so casually with a follower. In all his years of training, Shamura insisted followers were simply pawns to be used for your own gain, and it was useless to get attached to them, because even if they weren't sacrificed, they would die quickly, as mortals tend to do. Why was Shamura being so kind to Lilybell if followers were beneath them? There must have been a good reason. Shamura always acted with reason and always thought before they spoke.

"A personal assistant? Intriguing," Shamura said, listening to Lilybell ramble on. "That will be good for Kallamar. I'm sure he is very thankful for your services."

"I'm thankful for Lord Kallamar," said Lilybell, trying to stifle a yawn and failing. "He... he's always looking after me." She stretched and yawned again, feeling the day catching up with her.

"I dismiss you, small one. Rest and approach your new position with vigor. Good night."

"Good night, Lord Shamura. Good night, Lord Kallamar." Lilybell turned to Kallamar and wrapped her arms around him as best she could (which was not at all, given their size difference) and hobbled off to bed. Kallamar grimaced at the display of affection, not knowing how Shamura would react. Would they be upset?

"Interesting little thing," Shamura said when she finally disabled from view.

"I'm sorry about her, Shamura," Kallamar said hurriedly, "I know you told me not to get attached to my followers, and I tried but, I don't know, she just keeps talking, and you told me to keep her close to me, and..." he shrugged, finally running out of excuses, unable to look his sibling in the face.

Shamura looked surprised, but after a moment's thought, their face softened, and they put a hand on their brother's shoulder. "You have nothing to apologize for, brother. I did tell you these things in the hopes of keeping your heart safe. It is a terrible thing to lose a loved one and to keep on living. It is not something I would wish on my worst enemy."

"You have experience with this, sibling?" Kallamar asked.

"Yes. I have witnessed gods throw their existence away for the sake of a loved one. I have seen firsthand the irreparable damage such love can do. It is a terrible thing."

"But... what if there was a way to make a mortal... immortal?"

Shamura's face turned grave. "I know of what you speak. But it isn't right to go against nature, Kallamar. Let the mortals die, and the gods live. Do not upset the balance. Do not go to them."

That was it, then. The decision made for him. Do not associate with that otherworldly person.

Kallamar cleared his throat and changed the subject. "I am holding my first sermon tomorrow, sibling. May I ask that you attend and give your support?"

Glad that things were settled, Shamura stood back and smiled. "Of course, brother, if it would please you."

#cult of the lamb #cotl kallamar #kallamar #oc x canon #canon x oc

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moon-witchs-world · 2 years ago

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Growing Pains - Remus J. Lupin part nine

Growing Pains - part nine

A Hogwarts tale

Remus Lupin x Fem!Witchreader

1,5k words

This is part nine of a multipart series. You can find part eight here

Masterlist

A/n: hey lovelies! Thank you so much for reading this series of mine. I enjoy writing this so much and always look forward to hear what you think. Leave me a comment or reblog, it makes my day!

You had no idea why you had said agreed when Sybill Trelawney asked you to come to her office to drink tea after supper. You should have known she would lure you in with the promise of tea and then take the opportunity to tell you all about your future. You never took Divination when you were in Hogwarts, it seemed like a silly subject, nothing serious and definitely not something you would need for the job that you envisioned for yourself.

But right now there was not really anything you could do to stop her from telling you things you didn't even believe in. You sat opposite Sybill, tea cup in hand and she was staring at you with her big, magnified eyes just waiting for you to finish the tea. As soon as you did, she grabbed the cup from your hands and placed it upside down on the saucer. She mumbled a few words, waited for a bit and then took the cup into her hands. She studied the contents of the cup for what seemed like hours, while she hummed and raised her eyebrows in surprise from time to time.

‘Well, well. This is an interesting cup, very interesting indeed,’ she said finally. You nodded in response, not sure what to say.

‘It’s a wolf,’ Sybill said matter-of-factly before turning the cup your way so you could see it for yourself. Even with a lot of imagination, you found it hard to see what the Divination professor was seeing. In your untrained eyes all the residue of the tea leaves looked the same. Like tea leaves.

‘I’m not sure…’ you started to say, but Sybill quickly took the cup back and started talking over you.

'Definitely a wolf. It’s a positive omen, my dear. It means overcoming enemies and misfortune or sorrow in life,’ she said while nodding.

‘And since it’s placed in the middle, it also means you’re helping others with their concerns. Making others feel at ease. Apparently you provide much comfort,’ she continued.

For a moment you were speechless. You did not believe in this kind of stuff. But this was very fitting. A wolf? Seriously? You stared into Sybill’s eyes as if you were trying to figure out if she was playing a trick on you. She must have seen you and Remus together and thought this was what you wanted to hear. There was no way this was legit. You were even a bit embarrassed you were so quick to believe it.

‘Well, thank you for the tea, Sybill. But I should go. I have quite some essays to grade,’ you said while hoping it wasn’t too obvious you wanted to get out of her office as quickly as possible.

‘Of course, dear. Take some time to think it over and if you need more advice, let me know,’ she said with a big smile. You thanked her again, not really sure what for and then left. It was weird but while you walked away, all you could think about was how hard Remus would laugh if you told him about this.

You walked to the staffroom. You always preferred to work in the library, but you feared you would run into Remus if you went there. Ever since your argument last night you hadn’t seen him. It hurt your heart to not talk to him, but in a twisted way it made sense. He had to realize he had to take care of himself and if you were preventing him from doing just that, it was better to keep your distance.

When you entered the staff room, you saw Minerva sitting in one of the chairs in front of the fire, reading a book. You quickly walked towards her and sat down in the chair next to her. As soon as she noticed you, Minerva slammed her book shut and looked at you with a cheeky smile.

‘I’ve heard you’ve been busy,’ she said. You looked at her with surprise in your eyes.

‘Not particularly, I only had two classes to teach today and then after dinner I went to drink a cup of tea with Sybill but it was an ambush and she insisted on reading my tea leaves and..’ you stopped talking when you saw Minerva shaking her head.

‘That’s not what I meant. Severus told me he saw you and Remus kiss,’ she said with a giggle. It was so weird to see Minerva this girly and giggly about something and you involuntarily smiled as well.

‘Severus is a creep. He sat in the dark in the Defence classroom waiting for Remus. We didn’t see him when we got in and..’ you didn’t finish your sentence, suddenly embarrassed.

‘Because you were obviously busy. I’m so happy for the two of you,’ Minerva answered. You just stared at the fire, hoping that she would change the subject but of course she didn’t.

‘Why do I get a feeling you’re not happy?’ she said after a short silence. You sighed and quickly explained what happened between you and Remus last night after Severus had left. You didn’t even hesitate. It felt good to talk about it to someone else and it had been bothering you the entire day. When you finished, Minerva looked at you with a frown between her brows.

‘So after finally admitting your feelings to one another you get into a fight because Remus tells you you make him feel better than ever?’

You quickly shook your head.

‘No, you don’t understand, Minnie. He’s being irresponsible. He needs to take his potion and I can’t be the one who prevents him from doing so. No, not even if he says I make him feel better than ever,’ you snapped back. She was acting like it was just that simple.

‘You’re scared. This is a commitment. What if he hurts you? What if you hurt him? But that’s the thing with love, my dear Y/N. It’s all about taking risks. And right now you’re not even giving it a fair chance. You’re just making up all of these different reasons why it won’t work out. That’s not exactly brave.’ For a while you just sat there. Minerva’s words weren’t nice to hear, but you knew they were true. In an attempt to protect yourself and Remus from getting hurt, you hurt the both of you.

‘Well, I’m a true Ravenclaw, I guess. Head full of knowledge but no courage to be found,’ you mumbled more to yourself than to anyone else.

‘Luckily one of you is a Gryffindor,’ Minerva said with a smile, after which she pointed to the door. Remus Lupin had just entered the staff room. As soon as you caught his eye, you looked away. This didn’t stop him from coming over to where you were sitting.

‘Y/N. Hey. I went to the library first and when you weren’t there I hoped to find you here. Can we talk?’ he quickly said. He was even brave enough to softly touch your arm, a true Gryffindor indeed.

‘Remus. Just the person we wanted to see. Can you hand over your watch please?’ Minerva said sternly before you could respond. And because it’s the only right thing to do when Minerva McGonnagal tells you to do something, Remus obeyed. Minerva took the watch from him and then handed it over to you.

‘See, Y/N is going to put an enchantment on your watch so it reminds you every night to take your potion. That way you won’t be able to forget,’ Minerva explained. You looked at her in surprise. Of course. This was so simple yet so effective. Somehow she had just come up with the perfect solution. You smiled and then grabbed your wand. It was a simple spell and you were done in the blink of an eye.

‘It will start ringing every night at eight and it won’t stop until you complete your task,’ you said after you were done. Remus gave you a smile.

‘Then I won’t postpone the task for too long, the ringing will probably get on my nerves,’ he answered.

‘Yeah, that’s the idea,’ you answered and you helped him put the watch back on.

‘Thank you, love,’ Remus said and then he grabbed your hand.

‘Do you want to go for a walk? I haven’t seen you all day,’ he then said and you nodded. You said goodbye to Minerva and then left the staff room with Remus.

And just like that, everything seemed perfectly normal again. Aside from the fact that you were now walking hand in hand with the Defence professor trying to stay calm but wanting nothing more than to kiss him again. And again. Oh how you hoped you would get to kiss him again soon.

To be continued…

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#remus lupin x reader insert #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin #remus john lupin #remus lupin series #growing pains part nine

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ikeromantic · 2 years ago

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Since I'm stuck in bed with covid...could I request some ikesen Motonari fluff of him taking care of a sick MC? Pretty please.

I hope you are feeling much better now! Here is some soft Motonari taking care of his Ava. Approx. 1200 words

Motonari was awake and out of the cabin before Ava as usual. The sun wasn’t even up yet and the last of the stars still glittered above the ocean to their west. He gave orders, checked their stores and supplies, and checked on the state of his crew and ship. Then he sat on the railing to watch the sun rise over the water.

The light washed the sea in gold and turned the sky a rosy hue. Ripples sparkled in expanding circles from unseen creatures swimming just beneath the surface. A high wind creaked in the upper reaches of the boat’s sails. This, he thought, was peace and freedom. And he could finally, truly appreciate it. Because of Ava.

He imagined her still nestled in their sheets and smiled. He was off the railing and headed back to his quarters before his mind caught up with his body. Motonari slipped into the room, quiet as a mouse in the larder.

Ava was right where he left her, tangled in the sheets, her hair fanned out on the pillow, one foot sticking out from the bottom of the blanket. It was only when he leaned down to kiss her that he realized something was wrong. Her forehead was hot to the touch, and her lips were pressed together in a firm little frown instead of her usual care-free smile.

She made a little noise and her eyes opened, blinking and bleary. “Moto . . . nari?” Ava started to sit up and then laid back down.

“Are you alright?” Motonari’s voice was harsh, the gruffness hiding the cold fear that suddenly gripped at his heart.

“Just dizzy.” She rubbed at her face. “And my head hurts.” Her voice was more nasal than normal, he noticed. “I think I have a head-cold,” she added reluctantly.

He nodded as if this made perfect sense. Ava didn’t seem worried but he still felt a tightness in his chest. “I’ve got just the thing,” he told her. Though he wasn’t sure what ‘the thing’ was exactly. Only that he would do whatever it took to make her feel better again.

Motonari kissed her forehead again and then walked over to his cabin kitchen. He started with some tea. Tea always made him feel better. And then he made her a fish soup with ginger broth. And rice with pickled radish.

“That’s . . . a lot of food,” she eyed the tray as he walked over.

“Got to keep up your strength. Feed a cold.” He grinned. “Keep them flowers in yer head growing.”

Ava pouted. “I don’t have flowers in my head!”

“Yer sure?” He leaned down to peer into her ear. “Looks like flowers to me . . .”

She started to laugh and then sneezed. Twice.

Motonari waited until she settled again and then held her tea cup out to her. She tried to take it but he didn’t let go. “You just lay back and let yer favorite sailor take care of you.”

“I’m pretty sure I can hold my own tea. It’s only a head cold.”

“Mhmm.” Motonari held the cup closer to her lips, one eyebrow raised.

Ava sighed. “Fine. Just don’t spill on me, ok?”

He carefully tipped the cup as she set her lips at the edge. Slowly, slowly . . . his whole body tensed as he watched her face for signs that she had enough. He held his breath until the moment came and he took the cup away. He felt quite proud of himself. Not a drop spilled, even on the slightly rocking ship. “Hungry?”

“Not really. Maybe a little?”

Motonari got a spoonful of the soup. “Open wide, princess.” He thought she might refuse but she went along with it, from the first bite until the spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl. “Got some pickled radish for you.” He lifted a bit of radish and rice.

Ava shook her head. “No. I don’t think I can manage another bite.” At his crestfallen expression, she added, “Maybe a little later?”

“Alright.” He put up the food and cleaned up his cooking space. When he turned around to see if she’d like some water or more tea, Ava was fast asleep. Motonari wanted to sit down here with her so that he’d be right to hand if she needed something. But he should be on deck. He stroked her hair, feeling the soft strands catch on his calloused palms.

It was still a wonder to him how such a lovely creature could have fallen for him. He felt sure he would wake up one day from this dream and find that Ava was only a fantasy. A life he imagined with a woman too good for a scoundrel like himself. But here she was, in his bed. As real to the touch as the ship beneath his feet.

He crept out of the room as quiet as he could. The crew were all working, even without him. Experienced sailors that needed only a bit of discipline and direction. He caught a few giving him a wink and a smile. “What’re you lookin’ at? Got something in your eye?”

They quickly turned back to their tasks, grinning. Motonari wondered if they all had flowers on the brain.

The next few hours were smooth sailing as they made their way to the river mouth. Things would be trickier headed up the river but the best deals were further up from the coast. Every hour or so, he would pop down to check on his beloved. Adjusting her pillows, fixing her blankets, getting her water or tea.

Every time he saw her, he felt reassured that she would be alright. Especially when, a little before sunset, she cracked a smile and asked, “What are you cooking for dinner, Nurse Motonari? Please tell me there’s no jello.”

He looked at her, his expression all grim-like and very pirate-captainical. “Jello is all we’ll be having until you’re well, ya flower-head.”

Ava tried to pout but ended up laughing. “I better get well soon then. I hate jello . . .”

Motonari kissed her cheek, and then at her request, wrapped her up in her warmest blanket and carried her up to the deck to watch the sunset. A couple of sailors whistled or whooped at them, glad to see the lady up and around. Ava handled it well, with a wave and a smile. She was used to their enthusiasm by now.

“Ya can only be out here for a little while. The night air’s not good for illness.” He hugged her tight to his chest, reminding her that she wasn’t all better yet.

“I know. I just wanted to be out of the room for a little bit.” She snuggled, laying her head on his shoulder.

He held her like that until the last golden edge of the sun dipped below the waves on the horizon and the first stars glimmered on the eastern edge of the sky. “It’s too bad yer still sick,” Motonari whispered, his lips brushing her ear. “This is the perfect moment ta kiss ya, and take ya to bed for a proper loving.”

Her cheeks flushed and she wriggled a bit in his arms. “I’m actually . . . feeling a lot better!”

Motonari chuckled. “Heh. Well, I dunno about that. Still feel a little peaky to me.”

“I’m not!” She protested the whole way back to his cabin. But she didn’t mind a bit when he just snuggled into bed beside her and pillowed her head on his chest. Motonari kissed her hair and held her close until she fell into a restful sleep, which he soon followed her into.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen motonari #motonari mouri #oc tag #otome guys #otome #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff

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bmwiid · 2 years ago

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Being a fairy godmother wasn't all it was cracked up to be. There are thousands of babies who grow up and need something or other turned into a carriage or need to turn some overzealous suitor turned into a frog and honestly you are run ragged.

"Third one today," Gladsome sighed, leaning up against the wall, using it to keep her upright. "Honestly, if I have to conjure another french seam I'll turn myself into a pumpkin. No one ever asks for a nice two piece. I miss togas."

"Ball season." You shrug. It's not even prime time - which takes place between the hours of 'right before the balls start' and 'fashionably late' and it's been hectic. "I've had two froggings and a karma clause. Least it's something different." You look at your notes. "And next I've got a valuable life lesson."

Gladsome looks over her glittering glasses and quirks an eyebrow. "Swap?"

You've been godmothering for a long time and scoff. "If you want a life lesson as a swap then whatever you've got is a nightmare in tulle."

"It's another ball." She groans. "Honestly, just a ball! I wasn't kidding - these dresses drive me mad. Do you know how many magically different and showstopping dresses I've had to make this month? Thirty Seven! Five of them are going to the same damn ball!" She vents, glitter shaking off her wings as they quiver. "I had to invent three new Dukes and a Viscount just to make it work."

You both laugh, but mostly out of joined understanding and frustration. It's an easier job than Genie-ing, but you remember how long you'd spent begging for the opportunity to don the wings.

"Tell you what," you sigh. "Just this once, I'll swap. BUT," you interrupt the now bouncing best bud you have in the industry. "BUT, you take the life lesson and my next frogging."

"DEAL!" Gladsome sequels, taking the notes out of your hand. Froggings were quick but the paperwork was always a nightmare.

"Here is mine," she says, passing over a fairly small note. "She's 17 and lives with her stepmother and four step-sisters." She rolls her eyes and does a little hand wave. "Honestly, the lack of imagination hurts my soul. One of these days I'm going to tell them to bippity bop the fuck off."

The house is exactly what you expect. Large and a little decrepit. They tend to be like this. You arrive just as the 2nd hand carriage leaves, full of giggling girls in godawful glitter.

It doesn't take you long to locate your god-daughter for the night. She's sitting outside, looking up at the stars. You hang back a moment - waiting for the wish - but she just carries on looking up. Ah well, narrative be damned - you're on a time crunch.

You are one of the best in the business at gentle reveals. The fireflies start swirling and the crickets get with the program, turning from their nightly chorus to an actual chorus, and it's perfect. After nearly 200 years, it should be.

By the time you swirl into sight, the girl is on her feet - mouth agape. She's pretty, very pretty, which doesn't really make a difference to magic but it sure helps. Her hair is a lovely deep auburn, and eyes are glittering green. Perfect - you've gotten bored with blondes.

"Hello, my darling," you sigh, voice tinged with understanding and the exact amount of 'I am caring' and 'I'm here to help'. "My name is Gleeful, and I'm-"

"A fairy godmother!" She gasps, and her voice is lovely - just the right mix of melody and softness Princes tend to go gaga over.

"Thats right, my dear." You say, before your feet touch the ground with a little puff of glitter. "I'm here to answer your wish." You announce.

Her eyes widen, lovely lashes. This'll be a cakewalk. The only thing you might struggle with is the carriage because it's a little to early for pumpkins. "You... you can do that?" she whispers, and you nod gently, a little smile to show nothing is beyond your talents. "Oh my goodness!" she sighs, looking down at her ragged dress.

"All you have to do it make the wish." You say, holding out your hand.

She nods, before taking a deep breath.

And makes her wish.

#fairy tale adaptation #what does she wish for?#I dunno

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just-trying-to-fangirl-in-peace · 3 months ago

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Damn this was a rollercoaster okay here we go

Almárea was not scared of them, which surprised you. In fact, she approached them and kept asking them a million questions as the Orcs were growing a little frustrated with her curiosity. They were, however, answering all her questions patiently. You cracked a smile at that. She was still a child – curious and so full of life.

I’m just imagining the Orcs sweating their asses off thinking ‘must not upset the boss’s daughter if we make her cry we die be nice be nice’. She’s such a little menace just by existing and she doesn’t even know it🤣

“I shall not allow him to hurt you, uncle. I shall not, I promise,” you kissed Celebrimbor’s forehead and your uncle looked up at you with hazy eyes and a loving smile. “You have endured and suffered so much because of him already. But no more, no more, uncle… Now you must rest.”

THANK YOU for not killing Celebrimbor in this one. This is still tragic af but honestly I don’t see how reader would have forgiven Sauron if he had done to her uncle what he did in canon.

Long silence occurred. Sauron laid his cold and empty eyes upon you, sitting on the floor with your back pressed to the wall and crying silent tears.

“It is her choice,” he answered, softly, “but I doubt she wants to go with us.”

AAAA when I got here without knowing the end of the fic I was like: is he genuinly hoping she will follow him for him as well as their daughter? Is there quiet yearning in this or do I just want him to be yearning so it hurts me more in all the best ways??

“It was the only moment when I felt that I should, perhaps, abandon my old life and remain in Eregion as Annatar by your side forever,” he confessed.

Again I was like STOP DON’T GIVE ME HOPE. Same with when he kept leaving her little gifts on her bed. I would have folded so fast it’s not been funny😩

“A forge,” she answered. “I miss uncle Celebrimbor’s one and this place makes me feel as if I was back there. Oh, daddy, can you imagine all the beautiful things we could craft here?” She asked with a smile.

Sauron froze for a moment as you watched the scene with a raised eyebrow. He looked around as if he had just realised something brilliant.

Okay this is hilarious. Kid, you have no idea the shit storm you just started. Brilliant🤣

“I miss you,” you confessed. “I miss being close to you,” you added.

“You miss Annatar, not me,” he shrugged his arms and looked out of the window again.

*chanting to myself* I must not feel bad for him I must not feel bad for him

Fuck I feel bad for him😭 especially after THIS:

“Come here, my love,” Sauron pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you. “Oh, how I have missed you, too, my darling. And even though it brought me great pain, I knew I had to wait for you to come to me out of your own free will.”

TELL ME HE IS HONEST MY HEART CANNOT TAKE IT OTHERWISE

I mean it seems like he is in this fic but I have such deep trust issues with Sauron I’m always scared he’s gonna flip the tables out of nowhere😅

“You are going to have many,” Sauron spoke as he reached his hand out to caress her hair. “And each of you will get their own kingdom to rule over in my name and their own Ring,” he shared his new plan as a shiver went down your spine. “And all Middle-earth will be healed at once for your mother’s light and my darkness combine like two precious metals; balancing and amplifying everything I could ever be on my own.”

Oh no there will be MULTIPLE MINI SAURONS RUNNING AROUND👀👀👀 but the balance thing is beautiful and I’m gonna pretend like maybe Middle-Earth isn’t still totally screwed (it is but who could resist him when he talks like that?😩)

His love is so twisted but all of this was delicious. We the Sauron girlies thank you for the good food🤭❤️

— BLESSED (III)

PART ONE || PART TWO

PAIRING — Sauron x fem!half-Elf!Reader

SUMMARY — You have no choice but to follow Sauron and your daughter to Mordor because you do not want to abandon her. As time passes, you find yourself being lured by your husband's charm once more as the memories of his cruelty in Eregion begin to fade away.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — And here we are go with the last part! I know I probably write Sauron's relationship with his daughter in a very idealistic way – that in canon he would be most likely way worse. But writing it like that would bring me no joy. 🤷🏻‍♀�� It's a fic for dad!Sauron and I want him to be at least a bit decent while we're at it! 😤

WARNINGS — Reader's father is dead (he was human, so she outlived him), manipulating, gaslighting, toxic and abusive marriage between the Reader and Sauron, Sauron being a very mid dad who manipulates his daughter and teaches her how to be evil like him, child in danger (nothing happens in the end), murder (of the Orcs), Celebrimbor has gone mad-mad, immaculate conception (yes, again!)

WORD COUNT — 4,450

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

BLESSED (III)

Celebrimbor was out of his mind again. Your heart ached for him as you were sitting next to him and caressing his hair softly as if he was a child. He had spent centuries taking care of you and now it was your turn to return the favour. You kept sobbing, feeling angry at yourself that you could not protect him.

Sauron was gone. After finding out where The Rings were, he had left in a hurry, leaving you with a few Orcs that had come to the forge in the meantime. They wanted to plead their allegiance to your husband and the very first task they had been given was to watch over you, your daughter and your uncle. To make sure none of you would escape.

So full of light, too. You could not let the darkness win within her.

“Your daughter…” He mumbled out and you looked down at his face with a sad smile. “Is she not the most precious? She is the exact copy of you, sweet (Y/N). You were a girl like her once, running around this very forge.”

“I remember, uncle,” you sobbed. “I remember it vividly. My father and you working together, my mother still happy and full of life, before she began a lifetime of mourning. I remember…”

You pulled him closer and tried to come up with an idea how to save him. Even if Sauron would not kill him – he had made this promise to Almárea when she had revealed to him Lady Galadriel had been the one to have The Rings now and you wanted to believe he would keep that promise – you still had a feeling your husband would use Celebrimbor somehow or hurt him.

“Almárea?” You called out for her and she turned around to lay her eyes upon you. You beckoned her over and she nodded at the Orcs before running up to you. “Almárea, do you want uncle Celebrimbor to be safe?”

“Of course, mummy,” your daughter’s eyes widened.

“Can you distract them as I walk him out of here? I will be right back,” you whispered as you pointed at the Orcs with your chin.

“I do not know, mummy… Last time I listened to you, daddy was very angry…” She looked down, nervously.

“Almárea, please. Do you love uncle Celebrimbor?” You asked.

“Yes, of course,” she nodded.

“Then, please…”

“But will you come back to me? Truly?” She lifted up her eyes and looked into yours with a hint of anxiety.

“My darling, always. I shall never abandon you,” you promised, truthfully. Your heart ached at the thought she was not as sure of it as you were.

Eventually, she nodded as she turned around towards the Orcs once more. She ran up to them joyfully and kept asking them questions. When you moved up, dragging Celebrimbor with you, they did not even flinch, which meant that your daughter’s deception was working.

You felt bad for leaving her with them even for a short moment but at this moment it was your uncle who was the most vulnerable and who needed you more. You owed him that, at least.

You walked him out of the forge and hurried to the secret tunnel below the city. The Orcs who had taken over Eregion were feasting now in havoc in the courtyard, which distracted them enough to make it possible for you to lead your uncle safely to the passage.

You walked inside with him and he was following you like a trusting child. In the middle of the passage, you bumped into Herald Elrond. Your heart was in joy to see him and to know that he was safe. He had been some sort of a cousin to you – his father had also been a friend of Celebrimbor and he also was a half-Elf. You had many things in common and you had been close friends in your youth.

“(Y/N), thank the Valar,” he sighed. “Where is your daughter? I was sent here by the High King to make an attempt to rescue you and–” He began.

“I must go back,” you shook your head with your eyes full of tears. “Take uncle Celebrimbor to safety. Heal his mind. Forget about me,” you pleaded and he furrowed his brows.

“What are you talking about?” He asked. “Where is Almárea?”

“Please, Elrond. You must not know,” you insisted before kissing your uncle’s forehead once more and caressing his cheeks to tell him goodbye.

“(Y/N)!” Elrond called out for you when you turned around to go back to Eregion and to your daughter.

“If you love me and respect me,” you began. “If you love Celebrimbor… Just take him away from here. That is all I ask for,” you insisted and hurried back to Eregion. “Do not follow me!” You exclaimed after hearing him trying to rush after you.

He eventually listened to you because he had a huge love for Celebrimbor and he could see the state of him was not the best. You heard the sound of their steps subduing as you went back to Eregion.

You went back to the forge, feeling a bit more peaceful on the inside, knowing that you managed to save your uncle from Sauron. You nodded at Almárea and she nodded back at you, visibly relieved to see you coming back to her.

Her father came back not long after, too. He was wearing a breastplate and holding Morgoth’s crown in his hand, which was dripping blood – you could feel from afar its purity and light. It was Elven.

“Have you killed her?” You whispered with widened eyes.

“Sadly, no,” Sauron answered with a smirk. “But I got The Nine,” he added and you looked away, feeling defeated. “Speaking of, where is Celebrimbor?”

“Far away,” you mumbled out, expecting him to lash out.

Surprisingly, he did not. He shrugged his arms.

“Whatever. He is no use to me anymore. Almárea, we are leaving,” he extended his free hand and nodded at her.

“You cannot take her away from me!” You turned your head around again to watch what she would do. She hesitated but then she ran up to him and squeezed his hand, which felt like a punch straight into your heart.

“Where are we going, daddy?” She asked.

“To our new home,” Sauron answered and turned around, dragging her behind him but she remained still. “What is it?” He asked with an irritated sigh.

“We are taking mummy with us, right?” She asked.

Long silence occurred. Sauron laid his cold and empty eyes upon you, sitting on the floor with your back pressed to the wall and crying silent tears.

“It is her choice,” he answered, softly, “but I doubt she wants to go with us.”

“On the contrary. I have no choice,” you gritted your teeth, clumsily standing up. “I must go where she goes. Even if it is a path I hate to follow.”

“Do you truly realise who I am?” Your husband titled his head at your words. “All the stories they have told you about me when you were a child – I am worse than any of them.”

“I am fully aware,” you approached him and held Almárea’s free hand. “And that is why I must go to make sure you do not turn her into a monster like you.”

It took you a few days of travel with the filthy army of Orcs to get to Mordor. You and Sauron did not exchange a single word during this trip. Almárea was riding with you on your horse for half of the day and then she would go to ride with her father. You made no stops on your way, so after arriving in Mordor, you and your daughter were exhausted.

The land was dark and barren, full of fire and ashes. It looked like hell but you decided not to complain because you realised you were on thin ice already – Sauron did not treat you like his consort in any way. Apparently, you would be nothing but a mother to his child from now on. Any sign of disobedience could be punished with exile and that was the last thing you wanted. You needed to be close to your daughter.

He ordered the Orcs to build him a grand fortress but until then, you resided in a big mansion that had once belonged to a rich human family of The Southlands. You had an awful view of Mount Doom from there and the rooms were all beautifully decorated but also dusty and worn out.

Once again – you did not complain. You did not dare.

You followed Sauron to the chambers he had decided would be yours and Almárea’s. He was carrying her in his arms as she was half-asleep already. You watched him put her to bed and caress her head as you sat down on the chair next to the bed. You held her little hand and squeezed it lovingly, watching her drift off to the land of dreams. Those past few days had been difficult and exhausting for her.

Sauron straightened his back and looked down at you with a bit of contempt but also affection – mixed together, they made you feel deeply uncomfortable.

“Do you remember?” He asked, speaking his very first sentence to you in days.

You furrowed your brows and looked up at him, questioningly. Your husband extended his hand and touched your cheek with it.

At that moment, your vision got blurry and you felt yourself go back in time a few years to one, specific memory. One of the most beautiful days you had ever lived.

You were sitting by the river, in a field full of flowers. Almárea was about a year old and clumsily taking her first steps. You watched Annatar helping her and chuckling at her harmless but funny falls as she kept giggling and blabbering, excitedly. The sun was slowly setting and you felt at peace. You truly believed your whole life would be just like that.

When Sauron took his hand away from your face, you found yourself back in Mordor, stripped of any faith and any dignity.

“Why did you show me that?” You asked him, angrily, as your eyes filled with fresh tears.

“It was the only moment when I felt that I should, perhaps, abandon my old life and remain in Eregion as Annatar by your side forever,” he confessed.

“Perhaps you should have,” was all you answered, in a whisper nearly inaudible as you watched him walk away with tears streaming down your cheeks.

You had cried out so many of them recently that you were starting to feel hollow and empty.

Weeks passed, maybe months. You had lost track of time since all your days were the same. You were given quite a lot of freedom because Sauron was sure you would never leave his side as long as Almárea was there. You were allowed to walk around the mansion and even take walks although you did not crave them at all since Mordor was not the perfect place to spend time outside.

You were barely exchanging any words with your husband and you seemed to avoid each other. However, he was making sure you were not short on anything. Once in a while there was a package waiting for you on your bed. Inside it you would find gifts – books to read or new dresses. And yesterday you had found an embroidery set, which filled your heart with joy.

You missed embroidery and you even considered it quite thoughtful that he had remembered about it. So, you were sitting by the window and focusing on your craft, trying to recreate Mount Doom, which your daughter loved for some reason. You wanted to make her happy.

You were focused on your work when the doors opened loudly, making you misplace the needle and hurt yourself as you hissed and looked up at your husband.

“Where is Almárea?” He asked, looking around the room.

“Is she not with you? Are you not teaching her your craft of treachery and deception like every day?” You asked with a sigh, defeated.

Sauron rolled his eyes but decided not to comment on your remark.

“I told her to go back to her mother about two hours ago,” he informed you and your heart skipped a beat at that revelation.

“Why didn’t you walk her here yourself?” You asked.

“I had an important matter to attend to and it is not like she is a toddler, is it?” Sauron clenched his jaw but you spotted a glimpse of panic in his eyes. “Where is she?”

“How can I know?! I thought she was with you!” You stood up instantly and put your embroidery set down before rushing out of your chambers. “Almárea!” You called out. “Almárea!”

“Have you seen Lady Almárea?” Sauron asked one of the Orcs walking down the hall.

“N-no, my Lord Sauron,” the Orc shook his head and you watched your husband sit his throat just like that. Usually, you found this behaviour of his dreadful. But now you were too scared and worried for your daughter to care

You kept searching for her all over the mansion, calling out her name, leaving a pile of dead Orcs behind because none of them could answer Sauron about Almárea’s location.

“I think she must have gone outside,” you said after bumping into your husband in the corridor. You watched his eyes widen even further in terror and concern. You snorted at that. “What are you? Scared of losing your precious tool?” You asked him with contempt.

That only angered him further as he grabbed your arm and squeezed it so tightly that you were sure there was a bruise forming already.

“Do not ever say that again,” he drawled out through gritted teeth right into your face. “Do not speak of matters you have no idea of.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded. Despite everything between you two – it seemed like you shared a thread together and that was love for your daughter. And because you were a worried mother, you regretted inflicting any pain upon a worried father.

“Forgive me,” you whispered and he let go of your arm.

“Do you have any idea where she could go?” Sauron asked you and you shook your head before freezing as you realised.

“Mount Doom,” you whispered. “For some reason, she adores it,” you explained.

“We must not waste any moment then,” Sauron grabbed your wrist and dragged you behind him as you two ran out of the mansion.

The forsaken volcano was not very far away from your home but it still took you quite a while to get there. The air was poisonous around it, making you choke and tear up. You were no mortal, therefore you were in no danger, but it was still an inconvenience.

“If anything happened to her, I shall be the one to kill you, whatever it takes!” You threatened your husband and he did not even say anything to this. He let go of your wrist and proceeded to climb up.

You followed him but in many places the ground was slippery and you needed his support. His hand would grab you each time you stumbled and pull you up.

Breathing heavily, both covered in dirt from the ashes, you stood there, petrified, seeing Almárea sitting by the edge of the volcano and staring at it spitting out fire. She seemed to be content with her position. You looked up at Sauron with terror in your eyes and he left you behind to approach your daughter with extended hands.

“Almárea, what are you doing here? Have you not been told to never go outside without me or your mother?” Sauron asked, carefully.

“Ugh, daddy, I know, I am sorry. I was just so curious about this mountain and guess what? It is even better than I have imagined,” she confessed with a smile. “Do you know what it reminds me of?”

“What, Almárea?” He asked, taking a few more small steps closer to her.

Sauron froze for a moment as you watched the scene with a raised eyebrow. He looked around as if he had just realised something brilliant.

“Yes, I can, my darling. And we will,” he assured her. “But please, come to me and mummy now, will you?” He extended his hand even further and she nodded, eagerly.

You both gasped watching her stand up because one little wrong move could cause her to fall down the volcano. She, however, seemed to be oblivious. She skipped along towards her father and Sauron picked her up in an instant, squeezing her tight and caressing the back of her head.

Your heart swelled inside your chest at the realisation that he truly cared for her and truly loved her – even if it was not enough to save her from making her play a part in his schemes.

“Can we go back home, please?” You pleaded and it was the very first time you called that awful place your home.

Sauron nodded at you and you began your walk down the mountain. You were still shaking slightly and holding onto his sleeve to make sure you would not fall. Just like in the old days, he was bringing you comfort and safety – he was making you feel protected even if it was only being protected from a fall.

When you reached your mansion, Sauron took Almárea to the chambers she shared with you. Her skin and robes were dirty with mud and ashes, therefore you prepared her a bath and helped her to undress and get inside the bathtub.

“Call for me if you need anything,” you told her as you placed a new dress on the chair for her to dress herself into after the bath. “Be careful, my darling,” you smiled at her and left her alone in the bathroom, although you left the door ajar just in case.

Sauron was still inside your chambers and staring out of the window at Mount Doom. You sighed at the sight of his back turned on you and you decided to approach him softly.

Your hands acted before you allowed them to and they placed themselves on his arm softly. Your body ached for him and his presence; it was too used to his touch.

He flinched a little and turned his head around to look down at you with a puzzled expression.

“I miss you,” you confessed. “I miss being close to you,” you added.

“You miss Annatar, not me,” he shrugged his arms and looked out of the window again.

“Was Annatar not you? From the very beginning, my husband was Sauron. I only chose to be blind to see it,” you whispered and he looked back at you again, surprised to hear your words.

“Do I not repulse you?” He snorted.

“It does not change the fact I love you still,” you sighed and pressed your cheek to his arm. You both remained dirty from the ashes but you did not mind that all because today’s shared experience of fear and concern for your daughter had brought you two close together once more.

“Your love differs from mine,” he pointed out, a little harshly.

“It has not escaped me,” you let out a chuckle and nuzzled your face deeper into his sleeve. “But it is alright that we love differently. I do not want to be your Queen, I do not want you to share your power with me. All I want is to–”

“Have a family with me,” Sauron finished the sentence softly and you looked up at him, gently. It was the very first time in a long time when your eyes filled with affection for him again. “I was never keen on the idea of having offspring,” he admitted. “But then you made me realise what a blessing children might be,” he cracked a smile and raised his hand to caress your cheek. “I was terrified of my potential child stealing my powers and overthrowing me but Almárea… Her powers and her mind terrify me in the most exquisite way. Do you know why she is so perfect?” He asked and you shook your head. “Because she is half you. She is half light and half darkness. The perfect balance and what else could possibly heal Middle-earth?”

You hated yourself but you found yourself falling for his beautiful words once again. You could never be sure after everything that had happened if his sweet nothings, promises and love declarations were ever genuine. Perhaps, you would forever wonder about it. But despite all of that, the dreadful memories of Eregion’s downfall and his behaviour then were becoming blurry with time and you were ready to move on; to start another chapter with him.

And, as usual, you had an excuse for your husband, too. He had been nervous then. Of course he had been the worst version of himself. But it did not mean he would always be like this. Right now he was not.

“Here I stand,” you whispered and a single tear streamed down your cheek.

“Almárea asked me about us,” Sauron put his hands on your arms and moved away slightly to be able to look at your face. “She wonders if we still love each other. I told her it was complicated.”

“I told her the very same thing,” you smiled sadly.

“But it is not, is it?” He raised an eyebrow and you shook your head, laughing nervously through your tears.

“No,” you admitted. “It is not.”

“It is true that I had my reasons to choose you out of all Elven maidens. And it is true that I was scared of having a son with you because I thought that the chances of a son overthrowing me would be higher,” he admitted and you furrowed your brows. “But you have become the most dear to me, the most precious,” he confessed and turned you around, making you look at Mount Doom as his hands lowered themselves to your abdomen.

You knew what he was about to do. You flinched at first, torn on the inside if it was truly what you wanted. Last time you had been deceived but now you would willingly allow it, despite knowing the true nature of the man who was your husband.

You looked down at his hands resting on your womb. He was still wearing a golden ring on his finger that you had put there on the day of your wedding. And you were still wearing yours because you still loved him despite hating yourself for it. You still wanted to be around him as if he was something addictive that you could not live without. And your womb was still open for more of his offspring.

You relaxed and when he sensed your consent, you could feel the warmth radiating off of his hands and filling you up, forming a new life inside of you.

You put your hands on top of his and squeezed them for courage.

“A son,” he whispered into your ear with lots of satisfaction and excitement.

“Another tool for you to use,” you pointed out.

“Another child for you to love and spoil,” Sauron brushed your hair strand and leaned in to kiss your cheek. “Another thread of love binding us together.”

“Mummy? Daddy?” Almárea’s voice made you both turn around. She walked out of the bathroom in her new dress and kept looking at you two with a big grin. “Does it mean you are in love again?” She asked, full of hope.

“Oh, my darling, we have never stopped being in love,” you assured her and opened your arms to allow her to give you a hug. You did not want her to know all the details about the nature of your relationship with her father. She had already seen and witnessed way too much.

She wrapped her arms around you and hugged you tight, which only made her smile grow even wider as she looked up.

“I am going to have a sibling!” She exclaimed, happily, after sensing the new life inside of you.

“But… But you will still rule over us all, right, daddy?” Almárea asked hopefully, as if she was already scared of the responsibility that one day would be put upon her shoulders.

“Oh, of course, little one,” Sauron smiled lovingly at her. “I shall always bear the biggest burden of power for that is a father’s one to carry.”

He loved her – of that you were sure now. But no amount of his love could protect her from his schemes and his manipulations. Therefore, he had to love you as well and no amount of cruelty he had put you through contradicted it.

That was the way Sauron loved. It was a cursed devotion but also a blessed one.

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hells-wells · 2 years ago

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Don't Blame The Movies 12

Billy watches you and Randy, and filled with Jealously, he sneaks into your room.

------Warnings------- So, so many! Spicy Chapter so be warned there is; reader receiving oral, fingering, Billy receiving oral Pairings////////// Billy X Reader, Billy X Stu X Reader/////////// And, Yes I had to use the Billy licking his finger gif XD

You and Randy stood on the front porch, the late afternoon sun was shining bright.

“So, you’re defiantly coming tonight?”

“Hmm, I guess so.”

“Alright, I’ll meet you there?”

Rolling your eyes “Oh my god Randy, Yes, ok?!”

He backed up but with a smile, holding his hands up “Hey, I’m just making sure.”

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Washing your hair, the bathroom door opened slightly “We’re heading out, we’ll be at the Connors if you need us!” your mom’s voice called out.

“Alright.”

Staying in for another 15 minutes before stepping out, lightly running the towel over your hair, then your body, wrapping it tightly. Making your way towards your bedroom, you walk into the dark space, not noticing a dark shadow waiting.

—------------------------ Billy’s POV—-------------------

“What the hell was Geek doing here?” Billy’s icy voice hissed.

Y/n jumped, quickly turning a lamp on to find him sitting on the bed, she sighed annoyed “What are you doing in here?” Watching as she folded her arms, unintentionally pushing her chest up. I huffed, standing up, and walking towards her “There’s a killer on the loose and you’re letting anyone in… I was checking on you when I saw Geek here.”

Is Y/n fucking playing dumb?

“He wanted to go through a list of suspects.”

Shit.

I tried holding back but a small laugh escaped “And you think he can be trusted? That he isn’t just trying to fuck you?”

Raising her eyebrows “Why do you care?” she counted “The over-protective friend thing is getting old.”

The smell of her soap hit me as she walked past, closing my eyes for a moment taking it in “You don’t seem to mind it any other time”

Mmm, fuck.

“Yeah, well It’s getting old.”

I smile “Bullshit.” Y/n’s hair is still wet, causing the water drops to run down her body, that towel didn’t hide a thing.

She doesn’t answer, closing in on my prey “Is that all we are?”

Y/n backs into the wall.

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

Her voice barely above a whisper, Y/n stammers “Isn’t that what you want?”

“I want to see you.” My eyes roam her body as I gently pull the towel open, taking in a sharp breath as I trace my fingers down, feeling Y/n’s warm skin. I watch closely for any reluctance, my smirk growing upon seeing the blush that’s now covering her face. Leaning in, my lips ghost over yours, I decided to wait “Better than I’ve imagined.” Hearing her scoff sets something off inside “Don’t believe me?” she shakes her head in answer “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about you… How many times I’ve had to hold myself back from crossing any lines…”

I’m slightly taken aback when Y/n leans forward, closing the distance between us. The kiss started as soft and gentle, taking control it becomes deep and rough, and we both fought for dominance before she pulls away, out of breath “So have I.”

I moan into another kiss while pressing my body into Y/n’s, my hands start to roam, starting from her waist, travelling up, not stopping until both hands roughly fondle both breasts, my thumbs drawing circles around the hardening buds, while hers held onto the back of my hair.

“Hmmm fuck.” Gently rocking my groin into hers, hearing a small moan escape her lips it takes everything to hold myself back.

Stepping back, I fully take in the view “I want to taste you.” my voice husky, dripped with desire.

Y/n’s confused face stared for a moment “You just did.”

I could feel a smirk appear once again, dropped to my knees, keeping eye contact “Not there… I want to taste your pussy” grabbing her thigh and draping it over my shoulder “I haven’t even touched you” My tongue starts from her slit, moving slowly up, only stopping at her clit, only for a moment before sucking on it.

“Fuuuck! Mmmmm, aggggh! Bil-Billy” y/n moans out as she starts rocking her hips back and forth.

Adding a finger as I work my tongue, keeping up the pace until I feel her legs start to shake, the other nearly slipping. Standing up, I lead her towards the bed “Lay down.”

“I want to see you too.” I take off my white top, and Y/n’s eyes roam my body “Better.”

she lays, a little too far up, and grabbing her hips he pulls her down.

As I’m going between sucking to licking, my hand roams up to play with her hard nipple, grabbing and pinching it, she moans.

So fucking tight…

Adding a third finger it isn’t long until her walls tighten around my fingers, her body starts to shake, and her fingers find their way into my hair, taking a handful “Ah-Mmm, Billy, FUCK!” her moans fill the room as she comes undone on my fingers, trying to catch her breath, she watches as I suck the juices off them “Mmm, you taste good.” Dropping down next to her.

Her face is bright red “Re-really?”

I nod, grabbing her face to bring her in for another kiss. Her hands race down my chest to my belt buckle, grabbing her hands to stop her “Not yet…” she looks taken aback, confused “You don’t want to?”

“More than anything but if you want, I wouldn’t mind something else.”

She smiles “I want to.” she kisses her way down my body while her hands start working my hard cock, using the pre-cum as lube. Her tongue starts from the base working its way to the tip, drawing circles before taking the whole length down her throat, bopping up and down, hands pumping at the same time. I’m already worked up from earlier and it doesn’t take long before I feel my body tighten, releasing hot fluid into her mouth, and swallowing it all.

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wildfluwer · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 4

Yoon Jeonghan (정한) – First Time

Word Count: 1641

Warnings: Virgin!Jeonghan, virgin!reader, established relationship, Jeonghan takes the more dom role, unprotected sex, cumming inside.

A/N: It’s Jeonghan’s Birthday!! 정한 생일 축하해!💕😇

The black mini dress you were wearing made everyone’s eye turn to you as you walked into the party and over to them. Or at least, that’s what it felt to Jeonghan. His eyes were glued to you, looking you up and down as if he wanted to devour you.

“The party started an hour ago” Seungcheol looks at you with raised eyebrows as you shrug. “Fashionably late. Besides, it takes time to look this good” You shrug him and he rolls his eyes, handing you a glass of some kind of alcohol.

The music is loud and the room is fairly crowded with people dancing on the make-shift dance floor in the middle of the room. “My eyes are up here Jeonghannie” You snap him out of his gazing as he looks back up to your face with red cheeks.

“I can’t help it, you look hot,” He tells you bluntly, a smirk appearing on his previously shy face. You hated how he could so easily switch from flustered to flustering you. You blush which only causes him to smirk more, arm wrapping around your waist.

You all move to the dance floor, barely dancing to the shitty music blasting out of the bass boosted speakers. It was gross with sweaty people beside you and couples who have had way too much to drink already.

It didn’t take long for Jeonghan to pull you away and sneak outside. “I swear that couple was literally fucking on the couch” You scoff, following him over to a bench in the garden where you both sit down.

“What are you doing?” You ask curiously, watching as his hand on your thigh glides higher, teasing the hem of your short dress. “Me? I’m not doing anything baby.”

There’s a devilish smirk on his face as he says it, fingers tickling your skin as they draw random shapes on your exposed thigh. You can see the bulge in his black jeans, growing the more he stares at your thighs, imagining what’s underneath.

Maybe it’s the alcohol you’d consumed or maybe it was a new found confidence, but you reach across and place a warm hand over the bulge in his pants. His hips almost jerk at your touch, his cock growing to full hardness just from your hand.

“Fuck…” He hisses, biting his lip before looking up at you with a raised brow. “Want to go back to the dorm?” He asks, earning an eager nod from you.

The car ride to the dorm is short but it feels like it takes hours until you’re stumbling into the dorm. His lips attack your own, jacket discarded on the floor as you make your way to his room blindly.

Jeonghan curses when you walk into the doorframe, both of you pulling away to giggle. He pulls you back into him, shutting the door with his foot as he kisses down your jaw, to your neck.

“Are we actually doing this?” Jeonghan mutters under his breath, pulling back to stare at you in awe.

It wasn’t a secret that you were both virgins. You’d each done some things before, you’d been eaten out and given a handjob but that was the furthest you’ve ever gone. Jeonghan had told you a while ago that he’d only ever been given a handjob and nothing more.

It wasn’t for any particular reason other than because it had never progressed that far. A little part inside of you was waiting for the right situation, one that would be romantic and meaningful. When you’d spoken about it, Jeonghan had said he just wanted to wait until it happened naturally.

The idea of it being forced or done to get it over with was almost a turn off.

“We don’t have to you know? We can go as far as you want,” He reminds you, hand coming up to cup your cheek. His thumb strokes your flushed cheek as you smile and lean into his touch.

“I want this…all of it,” You assure him, closing the gap between you and placing a much more innocent kiss on his lips. You can feel him grin into it, deepening the kiss until it leaves you both breathless.

“Can I take it off?” He asks, fingers tugging on the zip at the back of your dress. You nod, letting him pull the zip all the way down. You step out of the material, leaving yourself bare in front of him.

“No underwear?” He asks with a smirk, eyeing your body as if he’d never seen it before. “Your turn,” You smirk, tugging his shirt off over his head with his help. You allow him to take off his jeans and underwear when you fumble with the zipper.

Whilst you’d both seen naked on multiple occasions, it was very much different this time. For starters, you’d never seen your boyfriend hard.

Once he’s gotten rid of his clothes, you can’t help but reach out to wrap your hand around his hard cock earning a low groan from him. “Fuck, don’t do that. I’ll cum if you do that,” He whines, pulling your hand off him and walking you back to the bed.

He lays you down softly against the mattress, settling himself between your parted legs. He presses your lips together in a messy and intense kiss that has you whimpering when he pulls away.

“Can I eat you out?” He asks bluntly, eyes sparkling in anticipation. “Have you ever done it before?” You ask, more out of curiosity than whether he’s good at it or not. “No, you know I haven’t but I’ve watched enough porn to know what I’m doing.”

You give him a nod, watching as he grins and wiggles down to be face to face with your exposed pussy. You can’t help but close your legs as he gazes hungrily at you, pushing them back open with a smirk. “Don’t be shy baby.”

He leans forwards and licks a stripe down your folds, tongue brushing over your clit as you let out a soft moan. You can feel him smirk against you as he sucks on you clit, teasing your opening with his forefinger.

He slips it in with ease thanks to your growing wetness, pumping it in and out a few times before curling it slightly. Your moans grow in noise, hands gripping onto the bedsheets hard enough to make your knuckles go white.

After he slips in another finger, it doesn’t take long before you’re reaching your first orgasm. It washes over you and Jeonghan laps it all up, as if he’d been starved.

He moves back up your body, hovering above you and kissing you to make you taste your own juices. Honestly, if you didn’t know he was a virgin, you’d have absolutely no idea this was his first time.

“You ready?” He asks, grinding his cock against your pussy making you bite your lip to hold back a moan. You nod, feeling him line his tip up with your entrance, lips latching onto your neck.

He pushes in slowly, letting you both adjust to the new feeling. Your hands come up to hold onto his shoulders, nails scraping his skin in a way that has his hips bucking into you.

You can’t hold back the moan that escapes when he finally bottoms out, hips stilling to let you adjust. He takes your hips grinding up against him as his sign to start moving, moving to kiss along your jaw as he starts slowly and softly thrusting his hips in and out of you.

The pace is almost agonizingly slow, making you whine for more. “Faster,” You practically beg, too far gone to care at this point. Jeonghan pulls away to look at your fucked out expression, head thrown back against the pillows, mouth hanging open as moans spill out freely.

It’s almost enough to make him cum on the spot and he has to will the feeling to go away. When you make a noise of complaint, he chuckles and fulfills your request, snapping his hips into you at a much quicker pace.

Your body jerks with every thrust as he starts hitting deeper inside of you, his tip brushing against you g-spot with every thrust. His hand moves down to play with your clit, desperate to get you to cum before him.

He can feel himself getting closer, other hand coming up to grope your breast to get you to your high faster. “Gonna cum…” You stutter almost too late, falling over the edge before you can finish.

You clench down on his cock, pussy fluttering around him as your orgasm washes over you. Your body goes limp beneath him as his thrusts start to become sloppy.

It only takes a few more thrusts before his hips are stuttering, stilling inside you as he reaches his own high. You let out another moan at the feeling of him filling you up. His hot, sticky cum fills you, leaking out and dribbling down you onto the sheets when he pulls out.

He watches it for a second, having to pull his gaze away to look at you. You’re lying there, panting as you try and catch your breath again. There are hickeys littering your neck and jaw, marking you as his for the others to see when you surface in the morning.

“Did you enjoy it?” Jeonghan asks, collapsing beside you. You let out a sound of agreement, rolling into his side as he wraps his arms around you. “I’d ask if you enjoyed it but I can literally feel your cum dripping out of me,” You grimace at the feeling as he chuckles and gets up, holding his hand out for you to take.

“Let’s go shower,” He grins, admiring you as you walk to the bathroom.

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michelle-is-writing · 3 years ago

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Baby, John Carter

Rating: M

Word Count: 800~

When John first started as a resident, he would call me anytime he got the chance to share a crazy story of the day. We had been dating for a while, and I missed him since he was away for so many hours, so his phone calls always made my day. Even when he’d call me at three in the morning and I was fast asleep, I still enjoyed his phone calls.

Tonight is no different. In the middle of my sleep, the phone beside our bed begins to ring, and as soon as I open my eyes to see the time, I know it’s John. “I just delivered a baby!” He exclaims through the receiver before I get to even say ‘Hello’ to him. “Babe, I just- in the back of a car too!” He adds with even more excitement.

Laughing a little at his pure amazement, I just nod my head even though he can’t see me. “That’s amazing, John, I’m so proud of you,” I tell him, rolling over in bed with the phone pressed between me and my pillow. “And in the back of a car too, that’s crazy.”

“Can you imagine if that were us?” He asks, causing my eyebrows to furrow together. What does he mean by that?

“You mean like us having a baby?” I ask him, gaining an excited response back once more. In my sleepy haze, the words fall from my lips without any hesitation or nervousness. If this would have been any other time when I'm fully awake, I would be stuttering and unsure of myself.

“Yeah!” John almost shouts, “I know we’re not married yet, but I just can’t stop thinking about us having our own children, you know,” John’s voice audibly relaxes as he continues on. “We’d get to watch your belly grow with our love, and not to mention I’ve learned quite a few tricks at the ER already when it comes to morning sickness and what not.”

Instead of cutting him off, I let John continue, my ears catching every word but my brain struggling to fully comprehend them. I’m still stuck on his previous words over us having a baby as that’s something we’ve never really talked about. Of course, we’ve made comments or jokes about our ‘future children,' but nothing further than that. In fact, so many of mine and John’s conversations only revolved around what was going on currently, never the future or what it may hold. I definitely want children with John - I’ve known that for a while now - but I haven’t given it much thought since John’s been so busy with his residency and I have my own job.

“John,” I say his name as soon as I come out of my thoughts. This causes him to pause in his rambling, a few seconds passing before I speak up again. “I want to have a baby with you,” I admit, my brain still a bit haywire from John’s words moments ago.

Hearing John’s relieved laughter makes me snap myself out of whatever trance he had me in, and soon enough, I’m sitting on the edge of our bed, smiling uncontrollably. “That’s great; that’s a relief,” John says, breathlessly. “That makes me so happy, baby.”

His words make my heart practically leap out of my chest. I don’t know if it’s the fact that John’s been working for almost sixteen hours straight or he just feels so many emotions from the birth of that baby, but I’m so glad he called to tell me that. I love any of his phone calls as we don’t get to spend much time together due to his hectic work schedule like I stated before. Still, I wouldn’t change a thing. This is John’s dream, and I’m so happy to see him live his dream.

“I can’t wait to see you when you get home,” I tell him, looking over at my alarm clock to see the bright red numbers read out 5:23. “In less than forty minutes, you’ll be home and then I’ll be all yours.”

“All mine,” John murmurs, seemingly lost in his own world. A comfortable silence passes between us before a voice yelling for John interrupts us. “Hey, uh, I gotta go, babe, but I can’t wait to see you when I get home.”

“Only forty minutes,” I remind him, receiving a quick response.

“That’s gonna be a long time without you here to- I’m on my way! Jesus!” Just as John goes to say things he should not say at work, the shouting from before returns. “I love you, I’ll see you in a few.”

Telling him I love him back, I put the phone back on the hook before rolling back into bed with a huff. If John’s going to be home in less than an hour, there’s no sense in me going back to sleep. Besides, I know John won’t want to sleep as soon as he gets home. He obviously had other things on his mind before hanging up, so I can only assume it will be no different when he gets home, or at least, I can only hope so.

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milliedazzledust · 4 years ago

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If A Look Could Kill (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Words: 1429 words

A/N: this is literally a blurb from a scene in the 2nd episode of fatws when they're all in the car after they fought the supersoldiers

They had been in the same car for no more than ten minutes and Y/N was already holding herself back from punching the smug smile on the man pretending to be Captain America. Both fake heroes had showed up in the middle of their fight, throwing around Steve’s shield, acting like the world owed them anything.

Earlier that day, inside the comfort of the apartment she shared with Bucky, she had watched the cocky man parading in front of cameras, standing in a stadium. She had heard him talk about Steve like he knew him, like he had fought along side with him. And when he had compared Steve to a brother, when she had seen the look of hurt and betrayal on Bucky’s face, her heart had shattered.

She knew that sometimes grief could come like a runaway truck, that despite seeing it careening down the highway, we might not have enough time to get out of its way. And she had seen it that morning, that grief smashing Bucky right in the face when he had least expected it. She didn’t know the man the government had chosen to replace the Captain, but she already hated him for causing her lover pain.

"If you guys joined us we could …" The man pretending to be in charge started as the military vehicle was moving.

"No." Bucky hostly cut him.

There wasn’t a lot of space between the five of them. She had been forced to sit next to the man with the shield while her friends were in front of her.

The tension was almost palpable. Sam had his arms crossed and his lips pursed and Bucky was visibly clenching his jaw. Their patience was hanging by a thread and only she seemed to have notice.

Ignoring the conversation they were having, she exchanged a knowing look with her boyfriend. He had a short temper and habits he had picked up from his alter-ego that could potentially get him to explode. Judging by the side glances Sam kept giving him, she guessed she wasn’t the only one worried.

"What do you say, Y/N ?" She heard the man sitting next to her talk.

Unwillingly, she turned around to look at him.

"What was that ?" She asked him.

His smirk alone was enough to make her roll her eyes.

"We could use a … woman like you" He told her suggestively. She didn’t miss the way he looked her up and down, neither did Bucky.

"A woman like me ?" She repeated, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head to the side.

"Yeah, you’ve got potential, babe. So what do you say ?" He said in a seductive voice. "Interested in joining us ?"

A quick glance at her boyfriend was enough for her to tense when she saw him going from annoyed to seriously pissed off. He was scowling at the man with all his old ferocity, looking everything like the assassin he had once been.

"Does he always stare like that ?" Battlestar inquired, nodding toward Bucky.

"You do know your friend is disrespecting Y/N in front of her boyfriend who also happens to be one of the most prolific assassin on this planet, right ?" Sam ironically told him.

The woman narrowed her eyes at the man sitting next to her, irritated by his behavior.

"At what point did you decide we were close enough for you to refer to me as ‘babe’ ? Because I think I missed the memo between the need to punch your face and the craving to shove your ego up your ass"

Bucky’s chest swelled with pride at her comeback and he sniggered. He knew she was a strong woman and had always loved that feisty side of her. She was fire and he was ice, a perfect combinaison yet dangerous association. Even Sam seemed pleased when he noticed Walker growing uncomfortable next to her.

"Look, we know you don’t like us" The other soldier known as Battlestar answered.

"That’s an understatement" Sam muttered under his breath.

"We’re on the same team here" Walker added.

"No, we’re not" Bucky glared at him.

The soldier with the shield sighed. He pursed his lips, thinking for a moment before glancing at the men in front of him.

"I’m not trying to replace anyone" He started to explain.

"You couldn’t if you tried" Y/N mocked him.

"My point is, I know I’m not Steve and I’m not trying to be. But I am Captain America"

"Like hell you are" Bucky scornfully stated.

"It takes a lot more than knowing how to throw a shield to become a superhero" Sam reminded him.

"I am what the world need right now" He insisted.

"What the world want. Big difference" Sam continued.

"You were getting your ass kicked back there" Battlestar told them, helping his friend’s case. "We saved you"

"Should we say thank you ?" Y/N ironically threw at them.

"This isn’t up to you. Why are we even arguing about that ?" Walker was getting annoyed.

"Because you’re not even half the man Steve was yet you keep parading like a clown pretending to be someone you’re not" Bucky aggressively spoke with a cold voice. "You don’t get to mention his name, Walker, not when you’re destroying all he’s ever work for"

"Bucky…" Sam called him with a cautious tone, trying to get him to calm down.

The former assassin shut his mouth, refraining himself from saying anything more.

"Obviously there’s some issues you still need to work on" Walker spoke with a grin on his face. "But my offer still stands. We’d work better together"

"Keep on dreaming" Y/N expressed, rolling her eyes.

"If we’re being honest here, the only thing I dream about is you out of that suit" He forcefully flirted, looking down at her superhero outfit

She cringed at his useless attempt of seduction and missed the way Bucky’s expression turned dark in the split of a second. He clenched his jaw so hard his veins were visibly noticeable and his blue eyes were boring into Walker. If a simple stare could kill, he’d already be dead. He looked as menacing as can be with that hostile glare and his anger was reflecting itself through the way his muscles were bulging, ready to attack.

"Don’t do anything stupid" Sam warned him when he realized the man’s patience was running low.

Bucky growled and before any of them could react, the super soldier watched his newfound nemesis casually placing his hand on his girlfriend’s thigh. His entire body tensed and his blood ran cold.

"If you don’t take your hands off me in the next two seconds, you’re gonna lose both of them, Walker" Y/N threatened him.

"I’d take her word, Captain, ‘cause you’re about to be eaten alive" Sam advised him.

The soldier dismissed him and laughed, which only seemed to anger the woman and her boyfriend.

It all happened too fast for anyone to react. Just as Y/N was about to assault the man, Bucky decided to let his rage speak for himself and reached for Walker’s hand, twisting his fingers. He could almost feel the bones on the verge of breaking and his skin had started to turn red as the former assassin applied more pressure. The soldier grunted loudly in pain, trying to release himself from the tightening grip.

"Stop the car !" Bucky shouted.

The vehicle slowed down and he menacingly leaned toward Walker.

"If you so much as glance at her again, I will rip you to pieces"

Maybe it was the tone in his voice, or the serious promise of death he could see in his eyes, but the soldier bit back the lump in his throat, unable to answer. He looked terrified.

"Told you" Sam shrugged as Bucky released the man.

They both stepped out of the car, waiting for Y/N. The woman, still angry, turned to stare at the soldiers in blue and red.

"One more thing" She tilted her head.

Without notice, her fist collided with John Walker's jaw. The loud impact with his face was enough to almost knock him out and she smiled. Pleased with herself, she got up and followed her friends.

"Was that really necessary ?" Sam joked and they started walking.

"Oh c’mon, you know you’ve been dying to punch the guy" She smirked.

Bucky placed his human arm around her shoulders and a sweet kiss on the side of her forehead, secretly satisfied.

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saintlike78 · 4 years ago

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Hey Love! Since u want to know my requests here go more one; Marauders x Fem!Reader (I'm a just a little bit obsessed about them hihi:), the reader is pregnant from her first baby and she's so emotional and sensitive cuz pregnancy hormones and she's crying for everything, at the same time she gets mad about anything, and she's horny all time, so she's like a mess of feelings.

(I thought this idea after seeing a scene from Grey's Anatomy, so if you want to check it out to understand; season 9, episode 12, minutes 02:40 to 04:00)

By; Cora🌈 (and the fic that u made about my last request is more perfect than I ever imagined <3)

Those stupid hormones [Poly Marauders]

A/N: Another great request from Cora! This was so fun to write. We all know that out three boys would be the sexiest dilfs ever, you can’t prove me wrong.

Pairings: Poly! Marauders x Fem! Pregnant! Reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, very soft and fluffy, dry humping, polyamorous relationship, pregnancy pains, mention of morning sickness and nausea. As always lmk if I missed anything.

The cool water dripped down your face as you stared at your flushed reflection; pink from the blush that had crept its way up your neck and latched itself onto your cheeks. The nap you had woken from had done nothing to soothe the surge of emotions that ran through you like electricity, the cause being the life growing in your belly. The news of your pregnancy had brought you and your husbands nothing but immense joy, but actually being pregnant was another story and you weren’t even that far along, already dreading the next few months filled with pain and changes – you just wanted your baby to be here already and spare you the grittiness in between.

Having dried your face with your towel and concluding that the pink that had overtaken your face and neck wasn’t going away, you made your way to the living room where the hushed voices of your husbands were residing. Trudging down the hallway you could feel the warmth between your legs, arousal churning, making your face even pinker than it already was.

Having finally made it to the living room you looked upon your three beautiful men, enjoying seeing them relaxed just being with each other and waiting for you.

James and Sirius were seated on the long couch, cuddled up in one end and conversing gently with one another, a rare sight of calm between the two.

Remus was sitting in the armchair with a book in hand focused on the words in front of him not paying attention to James and Sirius’ conversation, but smiling fondly when his eyes sometimes left the page to observe two of his lovers.

As Remus’ eyes left the page for his momentary check on Pads and Prongs, he caught sight of your figure looming in the doorway, a gentle smile on your face as you also observed the two men on the couch.

“Hi bun, good nap?” Remus asked as soon as he noticed you, closing and putting his book down on the small table beside the armchair; the two others looking up as well and smiling at you.

You only hummed in acknowledgment as you made your way towards the scarred man who’d asked the question, crawling on the chair to straddle his legs and wrapping your arms around his neck not giving him any time to process before your lips were on his in a needy kiss. Even though he was surprised, he reciprocated in no time wrapping his arms around your body and holding you closer to him. You whined lowly into the kiss as he slipped his tongue past your lips, your hips instinctively grinding down gently, testing the waters.

Your kiss was interrupted by the sound of Sirius clearing his throat very loudly and dramatically, not enjoying not being a part of whatever was going on between yourself and Remus. You turned your head to look at the culprit of the sound, breathing heavily as you stared at him with wide eyes, both James and Sirius looking back at you with a questioning raised eyebrow.

Remus placed a hand on your cheek to turn your face back to face his, his own brow also raised to match the two others' look of questioning.

“What’s going on Bunny? Not that I’m complaining, just curious,” Remus asked, but a cheeky smile and tone replacing his normal calm and serious voice.

Sirius adding to Remus’ question, “I’m also taking it you’re not cross with us anymore.” Sirius referring to the reason for you taking your nap; you practically being sent to bed after snapping at James for making your tea too hot, then being told off by Remus and Sirius only for you to cry and snap at them as well and Remus ‘suggesting’ a nap for you to cool down.

“No, I’m sorry for being mean… especially to you, Jamie,” you turned to look at James, giving him an apologetic smile.

“That’s okay, baby… I know you didn’t mean it,” he smiled back, his usual big goofy smile, letting you know that he wasn’t upset any longer, probably never was.

You turned back to Remus, looking into his eyes and letting yourself momentarily be lost in them, “I just really need you right now,” you said distractedly, earning yourself a smile from the lycanthrope you were seated on.

Remus leaned forward to kiss your nose, your face scrunching up in the process. His hands snaked around to grip under the back of your thigs before standing with you in his strong grasp, making the short journey to the couch and waiting for James and Sirius to break from each other so that he could seat himself between them.

When Remus was seated with you comfortably, James reached forward to tug a piece of hair behind your ear, stroking your cheek in the process.

“You feeling better, darling? You still feeling poorly?” James asked, your days lately having been filled with nausea, morning sickness, and discomfort.

“I’m feeling better… just a little achy,” you sighed.

“Where are you achy?” Sirius reached forward to rub up and down the expanse of your back, whilst his other hand rubbed gentle circles on your growing stomach.

“A little in my back… my boob… and my…” you paused, taking Sirius’ hand moving it lower on your stomach, right above your ache, “… here.”

“Ahh, I see,” Sirius nodded calmly, though Remus and James didn’t miss the small sparkle in Sirius’ eyes at the excitement.

You slowly started grinding your hips onto Remus’, frustrated tears gathering in your eyes at your desperation, “please,” you breathed out.

“Aww, bunny, don’t cry… we’ll help you out,” Remus laughed, grabbing your sides to stabilize you.

“Don’t laugh at me! I can’t help it… I’m so achy,” your frustration was clear, and the tears that had gathered threatened to spill.

“We’re not laughing, darling, you’re just so adorable,” James grinned, taking your hand in his and intertwining your fingers with his.

“I’m sorry, please just help me… please,” the first tears fell and slowly ran down your cheeks as you continued your grinding, not actually sure why you were crying.

Sirius removed the hand from your back and wiped your tears with the pad of his thumb while cooing, “Don’t worry, puppy, we got you.”

With that he reached a hand into the loose shorts you were wearing, reaching under the waistband of your panties as well, not wanting to put any more stress on you by teasing, his fingers instantly found your clit.

You did miss the rougher sex you would have before you found out you were pregnant, but the boys refused to put you in any sort of stressful situation when you were already going through so many changes and experiencing so many things at once; they decided that it would be best to be soft and gentle with you unless you specifically requested something else.

“Go ahead, grind that pretty pussy on my hand until you cum, pretty pup,” Sirius said as his fingers slowly started rubbing circles on your clit as your hips picked up speed at his words.

A breathy moan left your lips followed by a whimper of pleasure as your eyes fluttered close at the sensation.

Remus’ hands had moved to hold your hips, aiding your movements and choosing the speed at which you moved.

James took your face in his hands, “eyes on me, darling,” he spoke to which you complied, opening your eyes to look at his face. James leaned in for a kiss, enjoying the noises you would choke on when you ran out of breath, the small whines and whimpers being enough for him to cum in his trousers, but he controlled himself – this was for you.

Sirius’ fingers picked up speed as saw the pleasurable shiver run through your body and the small twitch it was accompanied by.

Your breathing increased and the moans became less controlled as the familiar feeling of pleasure grew in the pit of your stomach. Remus picked up the speed of your hips, occasionally bucking his hips to create more friction and pressure for you, but also creating friction on his cock trapped in the restraints of his slacks. Remus’ breathing increased as well, a few grunts and small low moans could also be heard leaving his mouth.

“Gonna cum,” you moaned out as your hips lost their rhythm, stuttering slightly as the pressure in your abdomen gave away, your orgasm ripping through your body, hands gripping Remus’ shoulders to stabilize yourself as your body shook from the orgasm.

Sirius’ fingers were still working on your clit, working you through the feeling, the moans you were releasing like music to his ears.

Remus’ hips bucked once more before he shook as well, releasing a strangled and stuttering moan, his cum making a mess in his smart slacks. “Fuuuck… baby,” he breathed out as he came, his fingers gripping your hips, but not hard enough to hurt you.

Sirius’s grin was so large you were sure it would break his face. He removed his hand from your shorts, kissing your cheek before cheekily looking at Remus. James was trying to keep his smile at bay, but failed miserably, a small giggle escaping his lips.

“Damn, puppy, look what you did,” Sirius grinned.

You looked at Remus’ face, who sported a lopsided smile; you were always surprised at the effect you would have on them at times, this had happened before, but it wasn’t often.

You giggled slightly with James, “Sorry, Remmy.”

“No need to apologize… this is just what happens when an unbelievably sexy, soon-to-be milf sits on top of me,” he laughed, winking at the last statement, causing all of you to burst out laughing.

“You’re going to be the sexiest milf ever and we’ll be the sexiest dilfs, all the other parents are going to run away screaming,” Sirius joked, standing proudly to do a couple of poses, showing off his muscles, James standing as well to pose with him, another fit of laughter rolling through all of you.

You shook your head, “I love you, my most sexy, soon to be, dilfs.”

“We love you too, pretty baby.”

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