#not sure where it was it was a bedroom maybe his

[charmed-asylum]

Girl u taking words out my hod damn mouth huh girl mmm u and I can do a pod cast w way this chapter went. Side note honey boo boo I know the feeling girl it be hard af you wanna just read your stories but got a 15 page paper due by Monday on some boring ass philosophy topic. ( and my ass planning on going to get my doctrine) 🤧😪🤧😪🤧😪🤧😪🤧😪🤧

Honestly idk who I’m more mad at. The father or Ward. “ No one ever took you seriously anyway” Is Rafe really even the dark one ( on fence but he sure as hell a manipulative perk) if you got both a father who okay you might think your doing the right thing which in all turn for you to be a fuckin cop out and wait til your dead dirt still freshly laid to do this to your legacy to your blood to your daughter or Ward who can’t put any respect to it simple more emotions what if this was Sarah or W who had this happen to you but no no u don’t. I love that while it’s stats: dark!grey!rancher!rafe x bimbo!cowgirl!reader, the reader didn’t seem to bimbo in 1st part.. in all it’s just not the right time for this but damn u make us so invested into this story. Like” Three bedrooms, a wrap-around porch where you’d once dreamed of watching your children play in the yard as you rocked in your chair, and the old, red barn that had weathered time alongside them” so sad because maybe she can have this with Rafe but but it’s not gonna be the same because of a man selfish and lack of respect for a woman or another then themselves it gonna be twist with a sour tastes Ward lit came in busing in like he own it like shit bring a grief counselor or something, You knew you couldn’t lose it, but you weren’t sure how to keep it either. This statement kept repeating its self over and over again. She said it he said I’m sure as hell know dad thought it but is it true sorry but what can Ward or even Rafe know about the land compare to over . ( let me stop my podcast on this one part alone lol) I do want to ask she talks about her mom a lot how long was she alive before he died to have so much confidence on the dad and men oh they can’t be bad daddy care about me and mommy this or that honey your dad was a man 1st dead beat on the horizon second. Shit she could have stay at college hello or something.

“Why do you think he sent me?” He smiled devishly, “I’m the one you gotta worry about, darlin’.” 

That got me in a chock hold like man again for a bimbo reader she got to much smarts on her to be a true bimbo but I gotta say trying to escape to a shack and getting bored and coming back with a daisy crown and a bundle of flowers hehe.

“I didn’t forget your horse,” He spoke calmer than you expected, though his tone still had an edge to it, “She’ll follow. Unlike you, she seems to have a decent amount of common sense…This wasn’t the escape you wanted. Not even close

What a piece of shit huh

I wonder if this was first time he saw her when he was following her: And maybe that was true in some ways, but you were more than he had anticipated. He followed you, watched as you handled the horse with ease, and found himself intrigued. Your confusion, innocence, even your stubbornness drew him in like a moth to a flame. Also so you telling me he waited til she got bored went pick a bunch of flowers and made a crown til he decide to say something lol I also do wonder why this like Rafe said this is like a slap in face with a fish deal for him or this a test also I’m worried when he said this : But perhaps his father had seen exactly what Rafe was seeing now. You were raw, so unpolished, and that meant you could be shaped. 

In all he stated he how power and this idea of to be shaped idk even if he does manipulate her she obviously has more common sense then they think does she do it right mostly no but I hope and feel won’t be so easy. But I can see away he can get to her way Ward is with him. No lie he play his shitty hand right she might give him a pass or two. —> Proving himself to Ward was a constant battle, every choice scrutinized, every misstep noted. To run the ranch one day, Rafe needed to show he could manage it all, the land, business, and now a wife. Building a home and keeping you in line was just another test.

Okay so John B works for the ranch oooo ooo ooo. Idk but I’m thrilled about this. Also can u imagine the fit he had lol

Also is he upset this was more worried about the horse then him or she talk to John B in general: Rafe only glared at the worker, jaw tight. 

What a perv: Please, that made Rafe brow furrow. Rafe took the opportunity to cop a feel, of course, he had to know exactly what he was working with. You were his future wife, after all, “Rafe! I don’t like being upside down!” idk I feel he so all over the place you mad but 1st chance you get to touch her u do . You get mad she talking to a boy and mostly what he call having brat behavior

Huh that whole car scene had me crying and throwing a fit huh huh huh I think W gonna be her new bestie and a reminder for Rafe. Fuckin manipulated the fuck out of Herve this shit mmm mm mmmmmm !!!

“To your room,” He spoke low and firm. There hadn’t been any rough grabbing of your limbs or unwanted rides on Rafe’s shoulder since your kiss in the car. You hadn’t fully let you guard down but you preferred when Rafe was calm, and so you remained calm too, “You can settle in.” Because it’s after that and the other moments yeah he still him but idk more he gonna be w her I think it’s gonna see it change to a different vibe.

Also u know he love playing w her and with this proud love for her daddy girl u about to get a whole new daddy girllllll : Whiskey and mint, “You always did what your Daddy said, right?” 

Hate me but that talk about wild horse idk idk but huh i feel hear me out that a threat andddddddd a challenge and maybe ( smack lips) him saying he turn on.

Damn damn damn I hate it bc lets be real we know as rafe drew lovers that he soooooooo bad so bad so naughty so huh all these things and still like a sour candy we go for another huh ( dramatic fall to a chair) damn damn damn that oh u want another kiss we’ll get doll up for me shit smh he gonna do that to her and it was her 1st man o man let him realize that shit. He gonna be baby oil in his hand with lighted candle and some RB music in background fuckin ready . We screw we screws.

You stared, dumbfounded and frozen until the young rancher casually turned and walked out of the room. Your fists clenched at your sides as a storm of emotions swirled inside you, anger and fear. One emotion simmered quietly beneath the surface, unwelcome and disorienting. Anticipation.

rough hands, soft chains [1] r.cameron

[warnings] dark!grey!rancher!rafe x bimbo!cowgirl!reader, arranged marriage, rancher au, manipulation, size difference, future smut, little editing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+

A/N: This is an au I'm trying out where Kildare County is actually in Montana and all the pogues and kooks exist within a ranching community. Hope you enjoy!! I would really appreciate feedback, reblogs are most appreciated!

In which your dying father struck a deal with Ward Cameron, he promised the family land in exchange for your safety. But protection comes with a price, and that price is Rafe Cameron.

word count: 5k

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After the funeral, you flopped down on the old leather couch in your living room, absently twirling a lock of your hair as you stared up at the cracked ceiling. Your black dress, meant for the sweltering summers, fell just below your knees. You’d paired it with a shawl you found tucked away in your mother’s dresser, a pretty, soft thing with little patterns you didn’t understand, but it smelled like her, so it felt right.

People at the funeral said you looked “so grown up” now, which filled you with a sense of pride. They said nothing about the dirt under your nails from wandering around the yard barefoot earlier that morning or the way your mascara smeared from crying too much. No one ever took you seriously anyway. 

The quiet of the house was deafening, pressing in at you at all sides. The lack of his presence weighed on you. He’d built every corner of this house, your mother painted every wall, and you were grateful for the life they’d built you. Three bedrooms, a wrap-around porch where you’d once dreamed of watching your children play in the yard as you rocked in your chair, and the old, red barn that had weathered time alongside them. You knew you couldn’t lose it, but you weren’t sure how to keep it either.

A loud knock at the front door made the house shake and snapped you from your daze. It was not the knock of a kind neigbor delivering a sympathy caserole, the knock was firm and authoritative. You half expected the sheriff to be behind the door but instead found yourself staring back at Ward Cameron. 

You pushed back the curls that had fallen into your face. He stood before you, tipping his finest black cattleman hat with deliberate grace, lifting it from his head and placing it over his chest in a quiet gesture of respect. His square jawline was sharp, his striking blue eyes unflinching, and though the gray streaks in his hair hinted at age, they only added to his rugged handomenss. 

“Miss,” he greeted you smoothly, his voice as sharp as the crease in his shirt. He looked out of place here, too clean, too polished for the worn edges of your family’s ranch.

Your anxiety peaked, “Uh, hi. Can I help you?” You gripped the handle of the door tighter than you expected. 

“I think you know why I’m here.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s time we talked about your father’s arrangements.”

Arrangements? You shifted nervously, trying to make sense of his words. You knew your dad had debts, but it wasn’t like he told you all the details. You knew that a significant amount of your father’s debt was to Ward. It humiliated your father to lease the Cameron’s grazing rights but he only did it to keep the ranch afloat. Money and paperwork were never your thing, and your dad always said not to worry about it. “I—I don’t think there’s anything to talk about. I’ll figure out how to pay you back, okay?”

Although Ward wasn’t the tallest man, most people towered over you, and as he leaned in the doorway, you knew he had your stature in mind. 

Still, his smile was empty, “Why don’t we discuss this in your father’s office, hmm?” 

“Um, no thanks,” you said quickly, shaking your head. But before you could shut the door, his hand pushed it open with way too much ease. You stumbled back, your cheeks heating with embarrassment as he walked in like he owned the place.

“Excuse me! You can’t just barge in here!” you squeaked, hurrying after him, his expensive boots, tapping against the creaking floor of your home. 

He made his way down the downstairs hallway, barging into the room that not even your father wanted you to step in. Immediately as you stepping inside, a coldness touched you. he heavy oak desk sat like a monument to your father’s stubbornness, papers scattered across its surface in disarray. Just looking at it made your brain feel fuzzy. Ward moved behind it as if it were his own, his hands brushing against the chair’s worn leather.

“I offered to come speak to you, before all of this drama, but your father insisted I wait until he was gone,” Ward gestured to rickety chair that sat in front of the desk, “Sit.”

You ignored him, crossing your arms in stubborness, “What are you talking about?”

“Do you know how much exactly your father owes me? How much you’d be taking on?”

His words, like they had certainly intended to, made you feel stupid. Your father made sure you were uninvolved in the ranch’s finances and he had just passed this week, you hadn’t thought about entering his office and disturbing his things. 

You blinked, your mouth opening and closing. “Well… um… I know he owed some money, but he didn’t really tell me how much.”

“It’s more than the farm is worth, Y/N.”

The weight of his words settled heavily between you, thickening the already suffocating air in the room. You clenched your jaw, refusing to show any sign of the panic tightening in your chest. The farm, your father’s legacy, your mother’s dreams, was supposed to be yours to save.

“That can’t be right,” you said, though your voice wavered slightly. “My father would’ve told me if it was that bad.”

“Would he? It’s nothing you should’ve worried your pretty head about,” Ward continued, his eyes sharp and assessing, “We parents try to protect our children. But he was too prideful. Pride doesn’t pay the bills and banks don’t wait forever.”

“The bank–”

“The bank would’ve taken the entire property if your father hadn’t already signed the land over to me.”

Your heart sunk into your stomach at Ward Cameron’s words. Your breath hitched as you stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said. You shook your head in disbelief, “He wouldn’t do that.”

The land was the only piece of your father that you had left. A hundred acres that your family and only a few ranch hands tended to.There were dwindling amounts of livestock, mounting debts, but it was your home. Humble in comparison to the Cameron’s thousands of acres but it belonged to your family. Even if you were the only one left. 

“This all would’ve been easier for you if your father had explained all of this to you before. I think he was scared of you hating him.”

“I don’t understand.”

Ward’s expression didn’t falter. If anything, he looked almost bored with your responses, “We came to an agreement a year after his initial diagnosis. Instead of losing it to the bank, he would sign it over to me.”

“I promised to take care of you.” Ward’s words were slow, deliberate, as if he were explaining something to a child. “You’re unmarried, no prospects, and this place is a sinking ship. Someone was bound to take advantage of you eventually. You don’t have the resources to rebuild.”

“T-take care of me?” you stammered, your face scrunching in confusion.

“You’ll come live with my family for the time being. And eventually you will marry my son, Rafe.”

Your eyes went wild, “Are you crazy?”

Ward’s expression didn’t change. If anything, he looked even more smug. “This arrangement keeps the land in the family, ensures your safety, and gives you a future. You’re not equipped to handle this ranch on your own, Y/N. Your father knew that. I’m offering you a way out.”

You gaped at him, your thoughts spinning too fast to make sense of anything. “I… I want to talk to a lawyer or—or see his will or something!”

“You’re out of options. It’s either this arrangement or being out on the streets. I’m tossing you a lifeline.” 

 “I didn’t agree to this,” you said, your voice shaking with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

“No,” Ward admitted, standing and adjusting his cuffs. “But your father did. And a Cameron always honors their agreements.”

You wanted to scream, to tell him to leave and take his deal with him, but the weight of your father’s decisions pressed down on you. The debts, the ranch, your future—it was all tangled up in a web you couldn’t escape.

“I’ll give you until tomorrow to pack your things,” Ward said, placing his hat back on his head. “Rafe will come by to collect you.”

He turned and walked to the door without another word, leaving you standing alone in the office. The walls seemed to close in around you, and although you’d be crying for a week, you cried again. 

You thought that if you weren’t at the house when Ward’s oldest son came to collect you, they might just give up and leave you be. Maybe you’d slip through the cracks of their plans, vanish into the quiet of the countryside. You could disappear for a little while and return in a few days. It would be rough surviving outside but you could make it on your own. You’d packed a small bag of essentials and took Juliet, the chestnut-colored mare that had belonged to you since your fourteenth birthday.

“Okay, Jules, we’re gonna go on a little adventure,” you whispered as you fumbled with her saddle. 

Her large, liquid-brown eyes blinked at you with trust as you led her down the south path, the one behind your family’s ranch, overgrown from years of neglect. You left before the sun had a chance to rise. You didn’t want Ward Cameron or his scary son to find you, after all.

You tried to dress for comfort. Your long jeans would keep you warm, and you layered a jean jacket over a soft white cotton shirt. Perched atop your head was your trusty white cowboy hat, its wide brim offering protection from the sun, taming your unruly curls, while keeping your face shielded.

Juliet made a snorting sound, and you patted her neck. “Don’t worry, girl, we’ve totally got this. Like, what’s the worst that could happen?” You glanced back at the ranch, its dark outline fading behind the trees. 

You mounted Juliet after deciding the direction you were going to travel in. You wanted to be much farther away by the time the sun came up. The air was cool and crisp, a reminder of the coming morning. You looked behind you although you were sure no one was following you yet. 

The path twisted and turned. “Okay, so if we head toward the old fishing shack by the river, we can stay there for, like, a day. Nobody’s used it in forever.” You spoke out loud, pretending that Juliet could respond. “I think it’s... that way.”

You continued down the path in the direction you remembered the fishing shack to be located. The sun rose slowly, bringing light to the dark path. The shack was tucked away on the outskirts of the ranch, sitting in the bend of the river, most of it shielded by tall grass. The water flowed gently, the sound caressing your ears, it’s hues reflecting the red in the sky. 

A clearing sat nearby covered in wildflowers, the bright colors splashed against the muted landscape. You hadn’t ventured this far out since the previous spring and were surprised to see how the flowers had held their vibrancy, defying the chill of the cooler months. 

You hopped down from your saddle, taking Juliet’s rein before you tied her to a nearby tree, allowing her room to graze. The shack was small and weathered, and you rested on a rickety cot that you had to clear of cobwebs. It felt safe. At least for now. 

If only staying still was your strong suit. A few hours later, boredom quickly got the best of you. You could only talk to Juliet for so long and you’d failed several times to nap inside the dirty shack. The silence pressed in on you. You decided to wander out into the wild flower fields, tugging your cowboy hat low over your curls. The vibrant colors were calling to you. 

An hour later, you held a thick bundle flowers in your arm and a crown of daisies wrapped around your hat. Before you knew it, the shack was almost out of your sight and you faced a long trek back to Juliet. 

You didn’t hear him at first.

“Hell of a hiding spot.”

The deep drawl froze you in place. Slowly, you turned, heart pounding, your eyes landing on Rafe Cameron sitting tall on his horse a few yards away. His blue eyes sparkled with amusement, though the tight line of his jaw hinted at something darker.

Rafe’s quarter horse was even more intimidating. It’s coat was midnight black, sleek and imposing. There was a wild, untamed quality to him, a fire in his eyes that mirrored Rafe’s own.

“I… I was just…” You stepped back without thinking, the urge to drop your bouquet and bolt creeping up. You’d seen Ward’s son from across a room before, but no one had ever bothered to introduce you. Still, you knew enough from the whispers and rumors. He was wild, always getting into trouble with the Kildare County police, and everyone said he was gonna take over his dad’s power and influence one day. 

He was older than you remembered, more rugged, and definitely more muscular. His black button-up shirt clung to broad shoulder and his sleeves rolled up to reveal sculpted arms. A baseball cap sat atop his head, the bill slightly bent, with the Cameron Ranch sigil stitched on the front—an emblem of a stallion rearing. His light brown hair peeked from beneath it, slightly tousled. 

“You’ve been wandering around all morning. Half the town’s already seen you,” Rafe leaned forward slightly, eyeing you curiously, “If you were gonna run, thought you’d go a little bit farther.” You gained the courage to finish your sentence, “I wasn’t running ��or hiding. And you can’t tell Mr. Cameron that.”

“Why do you think he sent me?” He smiled devishly, “I’m the one you gotta worry about, darlin’.” 

Your lips parted in shock and Rafe watched you take another step back. His jaw clicked before he swiftly hopped down from his horse. His heavy boots hit the dirt with a thud that seemed to echo, and you couldn’t help but notice the sheer size of him. Though he wasn’t much older than you, it was clear he towered over you, his presence demanding attention in a way that made your knees feel weak.

“I’m not coming with you,” You stated with all the strength you could muster, “It’s not right. You can’t make me.”

He stared back at you. Where Ward was bored by conversation with you, something about your Ward’s made Rafe’s eyes fiery, “And I guess you’ll make your living by what … selling flower crowns?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed. You hadn’t considered that an option. In fact, you hadn’t dwelled long enough on what you would do once Ward gave up on this arranged marriage nor did you have any idea of how to make the ranch profitable again. The idea seemed wrong. Flowers weren’t the key, were they? 

“I’m kidding,” Rafe spoke again after a moment of watching you reflect, “That’s a bad fucking idea. You know…I think your father might’ve been right about one thing in his life. You do need someone to look after you.” 

“You don’t know me,” You looked away, your face heating up with embarrassment, “And I don’t want to go with you.” 

A yelp escaped your lips as he started to close the distance between you, his long strides closing the gap in a matter of seconds. His smirk widened at your reaction, and quickly, you dropped your bouquet and made a run for the fishing shack. Rough hands easily snatched you up by your waist, lifting your feet off the ground, and making your head spin, “You’re real cute, darlin’,” Rafe drawled, hardly breakin a sweat as he dragged you back towards his horse. His grip on your waist was firm, unrelenting, and no matter how much you kicked or squirmed, it didn’t matter. He only hoisted you higher. 

Heavy boots crunched against the dirt. You could hear your breathing and the sharp pounding of your heart in your ears. You lost your hat and subsequently your flower crown in the struggle. Scared that you might spook Rafe’s horse, you found yourself succumbing to his force, letting him lift you onto the saddle. 

“Please, let me down,” You whispered, tears beginning to fall. Rafe was next, hoisting himself onto the black stallion, squeezing himself behind you. You were pressed against him so much that you could feel the flexing of the muscles of his stomach. An arm wrapped tightly around your waist. 

Rafe shushed you, and surprisingly, you felt him settle your hat back on your head. You hadn’t even seen him pick it up. You were never supposed to ride without a hat, that’s what your father had taught you. You barely had time to process it before he urged the horse forward, the powerful animal's hooves pounding the earth beneath you as Rafe held you tightly, “M-My horse, Juliet!” You remembered, panicked, “I won’t go without her, Rafe!”

“I didn’t forget your horse,” He spoke calmer than you expected, though his tone still had an edge to it, “She’ll follow. Unlike you, she seems to have a decent amount of common sense.” 

He kicked the horse into a gallop, the powerful animal responding instantly, the sound of its hooves hitting the ground like thunder in the otherwise still air. The wind whipped through your hair, stinging your face. You gripped the saddle tightly, to anchor yourself, despite knowing that Rafe’s grip was strong enough to keep you from flying. 

This wasn’t the escape you wanted. Not even close. 

Sure, he’d heard the rumors that you were a little …daft. And maybe that was true in some ways, but you were more than he had anticipated. He followed you, watched as you handled the horse with ease, and found himself intrigued. Your confusion, innocence, even your stubbornness drew him in like a moth to a flame. 

The last thing Rafe wanted was a wife. He resisted the way his father felt like he could stll make decisions for him. Rafe was losing with this arrangement. Your father’s hundred acres was nothing in comparison to what he family already had and would acquire. But perhaps his father had seen exactly what Rafe was seeing now. You were raw, so unpolished, and that meant you could be shaped. 

Once you were under the Cameron’s roof, Rafe had the power to do whatever he wanted. 

Proving himself to Ward was a constant battle, every choice scrutinized, every misstep noted. To run the ranch one day, Rafe needed to show he could manage it all, the land, business, and now a wife. Building a home and keeping you in line was just another test.

That morning, Rafe had never expected to chase after you on horseback. He had arrived in his truck, scouring the house for any sign of you, only to realize you were already gone. In frustration, he called John B., one of the Cameron ranch hands, and sent him to bring Trigger, his horse, to the Y/L/N ranch.

When you both returned, John B. was already there, waiting. Thunder cracked above, a sunny morning turning into a dreary afternoon. Rafe barked orders to ensure Juliet and Trigger were both stabled at the Cameron’s ranch.

He lifted you down from the saddle, his grip firm on your wrists before you could bolt. It only took a second for him to realize the urgency in your voice as you spoke, trying to talk to John B., who was already taking Juliet and Trigger’s reins. “She gets nervous when she’s in new places. She doesn’t like to be rushed,” Rafe overheard, catching the panic in your tone.

“Yes, ma’am. Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow with her,” John B. assured her although Rafe only glared at the worker, jaw tight. 

“Come on,” Rafe pulled your arm, “We’re leaving.”

Your small hands grabbed where he’d wrapped his hands around your arm. You dug your boots into the gravel in front of the house, “Wait, I don’t have everything. I-I need to grab some things,” Rafe’s gripped only tightened as his irritation grew. 

“You should’ve thought about that before you made me chase after you,” He took one more look at your teary-face before he snapped. Taking you home should’ve taken thirty minutes, not four hours. Without warning, he scooped you up over his shoulder, ignoring the surprised gasp you let out. 

Your legs kicked in the air, “Hey! Please put me down!” Rafe didn’t spare your house on John B. a second glance as he trudged over to his dark, blue truck. Please, that made Rafe brow furrow. Rafe took the opportunity to cop a feel, of course, he had to know exactly what he was working with. You were his future wife, after all, “Rafe! I don’t like being upside down!” 

“Scream all the way there for all I fucking care,” He muttered under his breath, his voice cold as he finally reached the truck and tossed you into the passenger seat.

Rafe sped off moments after he pressed start engine on the vehicle. You went quiet and he hoped to be alone with his thoughts, soothed by the soft pitter patter of rain on his windshield. Fifteen minutes down the road, he heard your breath hitch. He looked over to see you were staring straight head, eyes wide and wet with tears. Smudged mascara beneath your eyes. Your chest rose and fell rapidly and you clutched your hands tightly in your lap. Your lips were shaking, moving as if you were whispering something to yourself. 

Your legs began to jitter, restless, and Rafe looked away. He managed to tune out your obvious panic for nearly an entire minute. He had a rare feeling. One he didn’t fully understanding. The angel on his shoulder was telling him to reach out, to try and comfort you. He thought about what Wheezie might think if this was the disheveled state he brought his future wife to meet her in. He let out a quiet sigh, knowing it was only going to get worse as the reality of your situation set in.

“Hey,” He spoke without that sharp edge, channeling a voice he might use with his youngest sister, “I didn’t mean you’d never get your things. We can come back, when you’re more settled …And I’ll send someone to get all your keepsakes. Okay?” 

“Okay, okay, okay,” You repeated though your voice sounded empty, “Okay.”

He thought those would be the magic words but you hadn’t even turned to look at him. You were doing the same thing, shaking like a leaf, barely taking in enough breath, “Fuck,” Rafe cursed. He pulled over to the side of the road with a sharp jerk, the gravel crunching under the tires as the truck slowed to a stop. Without thinking, he shifted into park and turned to you.

Rafe needed to be more deliberate in his actions. He had eyes on him, his entire immediate family, and he wouldn’t have them thinking he couldn’t handle you. 

He tried to calm you, squeezed your hand, told you to breathe over and over again. Nothing. You were spiraling, letting your thoughts consume you. Rafe had been too rough. It was all too much too fast for you. He wanted to mold you, not break you. 

He leaned in, taking your face in his hands, and pressing his lips to yours. You went frantic but he only deepened the kiss. He held your hand and slowly felt your tension lesson. He entwined his fingers in yours and slowly felt you move your own lips against his. You tasted like cherries, dark red, and perfectly ripe. His hands moved to the back of your neck, his fingers pressing lightly, urging you to focus, to let go of the panic.

He pulled away only when you stopped your heaving. 

“You’re okay,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “You’re okay now. Breathe with me.”

He waited for you to come back to him, cradling you there. You had no one left, Rafe realized in that moment, the truth settling heavily in his chest. And maybe that was why he couldn’t bring himself to be cruel. 

No, taking care of you wasn’t just an obligation, it was an important responsibility. One he’d shoulder completely. Whether you liked it or not, Rafe would make sure of it.

Rafe Cameron tasted like whiskey, with a faint hint of mint that lingered now even as you stood in the foyer of your new home, Tannyhill Ranch. The white house was sprawling and pristine, situated amidst of sea of green fields. Windows sparkled even in the storm that was coming down, and although the roof’s shingles were weathered, it was hard to believe the property had been there for more than a century. 

Workers, chefs and maids, bustled by but no one spared you or Rafe a glance despite the dry tears on your face and disheveled appearance. 

The interior was grand, the hardwoods polished until they shined, and the ceilings were higher than the ones at church. Everything screamed old money. You felt a hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the grand entrance hall and then up one side of a grand staircase. Portraits line the walls, serious faces, Camerons and previous owners of the estate. 

Their eyes watched you, “Rafe, where are we going?” You asked him quietly. 

“To your room,” He spoke low and firm. There hadn’t been any rough grabbing of your limbs or unwanted rides on Rafe’s shoulder since your kiss in the car. You hadn’t fully let you guard down but you preferred when Rafe was calm, and so you remained calm too, “You can settle in.”

Rafe led you down the upstairs hallway, stopping at one of at least six bedroom doors, and pushing it open. The room was breathtaking, a four-poster bed draaped in white linens, oak furniture, blue-white toile patterns, and large windows that overlooked the property. It was beautiful, yes, but none of this belonged to you. 

Your fingers absentmidnely traced the fabric of the bed’s comforter before you got a grip, turning around to say something in protest, “Don’t look at me like that,” Rafe interrupted, hands tucking into the front of jeans as if to give off a non-chalant appearance. The position emphasized the silvery belt buckle that sat on the middle of his waist. 

“I don’t want to live here,” You spoke softly, your voice still weak from all the crying. 

“I know,” Rafe continued, sounding exactly like his father, “Your father did though. You still love your Daddy, don’t you?” 

Rafe’s words made you think. Really think. Of course you loved your father. He was a smart man and he always did right by you and your Mother. However, deep down, this all still felt wrong. You stood there, caught between the beauty of the room and the unease of what you felt.

You nodded, “But–”

“But this is what he wanted, darlin’,” Rafe spoke in a way that carried a sense of finality. Rafe stepped closer and suddenly his body was a brick wall keeping you from leaving the room. His lips pulled into a smirk and he leaned down to speak in your ear, his breath fanning over your cheeks. Whiskey and mint, “You always did what your Daddy said, right?” 

“Yes,” You answered too honestly for your own good. 

“Now you’ll do what I say. That’s how it works. A young lady belongs to her father, and one day, after she grows up, she belongs to her husband,” He straightened up and you blinked your big eyes up at him. Slowly, your eyes traveled down to his lips, “You’ll thank me, one day.” 

Gently, he tucked a finger beneath your chin, lifting it even higher. You held your head exactly in the place he placed it, making something flicker in Rafe’s eyes. A heat bloomed in your core. You could only think about that kiss, your first one, despite the fact that he was one of the men completely ruining your life. 

“You ever seen someone break a wild horse?” 

His question caught you off guard, and your brows furrowed slightly as you searched his face for meaning. The smirk on his lips deepened, and his hand dropped from your chin.

“Takes patience. Takes strength. Takes knowing exactly when to push and when to pull back. But eventually, the horse figures out who’s in charge.” His blue eyes darkened, the intensity of his gaze pinning you in place, ”Out on the ranch, when we get a wild one. It’s my favorite thing to do. Watch em’ go from fighting you to starting to trust you. Really, there’s no point in fighting. The one’s who don’t submit, we don’t keep em’ around. They’re dangerous.”

“Oh,” You managed to say, shifting uncomfortably, “That sounds … hard.” 

Rafe chuckled in response, “Hard? Yeah, especially if you don’t know what you’re doing.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Rafe’s smirk returned, sharper now, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“You want me to kiss you again. I can tell.”

His words sent you stammering immediately, “No!” 

“Tell you what,” Rafe interrupted smoothly, ignoring your denial as if it hadn’t even registered. “If you settle in, get all dolled up for dinner…” His voice dripped with false generosity. “I’ll give you another one.”

You stared, dumbfounded and frozen until the young rancher casually turned and walked out of the room. Your fists clenched at your sides as a storm of emotions swirled inside you, anger and fear. One emotion simmered quietly beneath the surface, unwelcome and disorienting. Anticipation.

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[strwberri-milk]

Hi berri bbs, can I request a small thing of sylus. Where mc goes to the n109 zone after the caleb plot and just takes a shower in sylus room and wears his top pjs and sleeps on his spot, all while being quiet because he's not there yet and he comes home and finds her like that.

hihi!! im not sure how caleb plays into this request but im gonna maybe think its bc like. youre a little shaken after the experience in skyhaven? so im gonna have it be kinda like, reader is just kinda trying to process everything that happened but not explicitly mention to sylus it's because of caleb quite yet/mention what caleb's become?? idk lol so it just became more. gen comf

You've never had a habit of announcing yourself whenever you come to visit but you'd at least shoot him a text after he was notified either through a surveillance camera in his home, Mephisto, or one of the twins after you greeted him. However, this time all he got was the notification that you used the key he gave you. He watches on his phone as you make your way through the house to his bedroom, ducking into the bathroom.

He can tell by the way you're carrying yourself that something bad happened but he doesn't know how to respond, not right away at least as he's busy. He also knows that if he cuts the mission short just to be with you you'd be mad at him for abandoning "something important" and the best way to optimise his time with you and the ability to talk to you would be to just get his work done. So he does.

He resists the urge to watch you through the cameras some more as you've expressed wanting your privacy even if you are in his home so he just speeds back on his motorcycle (safely, of course). He doesn't usually have a habit of just ditching his things at the door but he does today because the sooner he can get to you, the better.

His heart melts when he sees how comfortable you look, despite the furrowed brows. He gently comes to your side, lifting the blanket to see a set of his pajamas on your form. He gently runs a hand along the side of your body, the silk doing nothing to hide the warmth of you from his palm. He leans over and gives you a kiss to your forehead, wanting to slide into bed next to you but also know he should get changed first.

After showering and changing, he's sure to give a couple of spritzes of your favourite cologne on him before pulling you into his arms. You bury your face into his chest, letting his presence soak into your tired bones as the scrunch on your face finally dissipates. He won't ask anything of it right now but you did tell him you'd be on a business trip for a while and he assumes the trip didn't go as well as you were hoping it would.

When the two of you wake up in the morning he'll insist on a slow day, ignoring his schedule just to provide you some more comfort. You don't really end up telling him what the problem is but he doesn't care - he just wants to be there for you right now, distracting you from the turmoil as he spoils you with his attention.

[angelltheninth]

Hi! Can we have a JJK men reacts to their gf wanting/asking a headlock from them? 🤭 (cuz big strong biceps 💪🏻) Thank you!

Well I did start working out more lately, would like to put them in a headlock.

Pairing: Yuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna, Megumi Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, Yuta Okkotsu x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, banter, headlock, prank, slightly suggestive, kissing

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A/N: They all want to wrap you up in their powerful beefy arms. There.

Yuji chuckles when you ask him to put you in a headlock, thinking that you weren't being serious. When he realizes you were he's more than happy to fulfill his girlfriend's request. He's always been in a good shape, but since he became a Sorcerer he's put in even more thought into his training so he knows he could put you in a headlock easily. As he puts you in a headlock he flexes his biceps, taking the opportunity to show off so close to you.

Sukuna has four arms so he can put you in a headlock for times in four different ways. More than happy to do so because he feels like he can show his power over his woman, show you how easy you are to subdue. You asked for it yourself but as soon as he gets you into a headlock he gloats about it like it was his idea and grins down at you triumphantly. When he sees you blushing and grinning at him he bends down and captures your lips in a heated kiss, further showing how much power he has over you.

Megumi feels like the requests is really silly and honestly he doesn't really want to do it. However you are very persistent in getting him to do it, asking over and over again, annoying him to the point where the only way to shut you up is to put you in a headlock. You laugh as he pins you down onto the bed, his arm around your neck, just holding you in place. While he still doesn't see why this is fun for you he's happy that he could make you laugh, as strange of a woman as you are.

Gojo laughed when you asked him to put you in a headlock, but not because he meant to make fun of you. Not that he would ever make fun of his girlfriend, but he will point out how cute it is when you ask him with such a big grin on your face. He doesn't think he's the most muscular man out there so he doesn't know how well this will work or how much you'll enjoy it. As he puts you in a he kisses your cheek really quick, making you smile even more, maybe more than the headlock itself.

Nanami always knew you were a weird girl with weird tastes, ever since you were in school together. Up until this point he was sure that your weirdness wouldn't extend to your relationship with him and apparently he was wrong. Hearing you ask this of him is odd but it's nothing hurtful, so he will gladly do so. Kisses you as soon as you thank him for it, you're too damn cute for your own good a lot of the time, but as long as you're this cute only around him it's not that much of a problem.

Geto shrugs as you ask him, it's not really something he thought about doing before but he isn't opposed to making his girlfriend happy through whatever means. And if it unlocks something new and enjoyable for you to do in the bedroom it's even better. He can already see how this move could be used in bed, to keep you close to him. But right now he keeps it gentle, the pressure around your neck is certianly there but he would never hurt you intentionally, without you asking.

Choso blushes at your request and was very close to telling you no until you promised to kiss him in return. You sure do like to abuse the girlfriend privileges you have, he might have to become more resistant to that. Lightly he puts his arm around you, asking how much he should squeeze, he's trying to be so careful with you. He didn't even notice that you asked him to this in front of mirror and take a picture to put it as your new lock screen until he sees it hours later.

Toji puts you in a headlock as soon as you ask him, and it kind of becomes his favorite way to hug you. The height difference between you two has always been a thing, but now that he has you up against him it's even more prominent. He always knew he had the best, hottest, cutest woman as his girlfriend. A headlock is less of a show of power for him, it could have been were you his enemy, but as it stands it's a cute thing he does for you, which he will actually deny if you point it out for him.

Yuta feels like it's not quite the request he would think would come out of your mouth but when you asked him he got pretty bashful about it. The only way he will do this is if he can also cuddle with you while he does it, so he makes himself comfortable on your couch and lifts his arm. His arm was barely in the air for a few seconds and you were already pressing against his chest so he could lock his arm around you. You're a strange girl but you're his girl, and there's nothing he would change about you.

[everlastingserenitys]

SWEET MESS

summ. you accidentally downed some aphrodisiacs that Luke and Kieran bought, now sylus had to deal with you for the night.

pairing sylus x f!reader cw. masturbation, handjob, gentle sylus, aphrodisiacs, mutual masturbation, fingering a/n. officially reposted all my works from the ongoing series.. more coming soon. <33

cross-posted from ao3 ;3

“Sylus? Oh.”

You stop in your tracks, as you meant to walk into the kitchen to ask Sylus for some food, instead of Sylus being there, Luke and Kieran were sitting at the counter talking with each other as they drank some drinks.

“Hey, where's Sylus?” you ask, as you make your way to the fridge.

“Uh, boss? Not sure.” Luke mutters, his fingers resting on his chin as he tries to figure out when he last saw Sylus. But you just shook your head and flung open the fridge door.

“Hm…” your eyes scan the fridge, trying to find something appetizing. You were craving for something sweet, maybe just maybe––Oh!

Perfect.

You grab the box of chocolates sitting on the bottom shelf of the fridge and open up the box without reading anything. The chocolates were tiny balls and it didn't seem bad to grab more than one…

So you grab a handful and throw them in your mouth.

But, shit. These chocolates were too good.

Handful after handful, you end up almost devouring the whole box. But before you could get one more round of chocolates the sound of Luke’s voice snapped you out of daze. The box falls from your hand and falls to the ground.

“Are you crazy?!” Luke warned, flipping you over, his eyes stare down at your chocolate stuffed mouth. You raise an eyebrow and swallow the last pieces of chocolate remaining in your mouth.

“What's wrong?” you ask, slightly concerned.

Luke glanced at Kieran and stepped away, “those chocolates…They were not something you’re supposed to eat large amounts of.”

“Huh?”

“Listen, boss asked us to buy these for you… for later i guess, but you weren't supposed to eat them now! So I think you should go to your room and we will send boss to you soon, okay?”

You look at him with a confused look and either way, still listen and head to your room.

It's not like you were hungry anymore.

-

Well, fuck.

You might as well be a little more hungry than before.

Twenty minutes had already passed and you were rocking back and forth on your bed, your body was heating up and you felt a weird tingling sensation all over you. But your fingers couldn’t control themselves anymore.

A shaky sigh left your lips and you leaned against the bed.

Where the fuck was Sylus at?

A desperate whine left your lips and you slipped a finger under your shorts. Your cold fingertips brush against your twitchy clit and you rub small circles against it.

Since when did it feel this good?

Going slowly wasn’t doing it for you anymore. You slide two fingers in your soaking cunt and you rapidly stroke yourself. You bit on the hem of your shirt as your movements on your fingers quickened, desperately seeking for release.

With the curl of your fingers, a wave of pleasure sparked through your body and a groveling moan escaped your lips when you reached climax. You pull your fingers away and stare at the mess coated on your fingers.

You needed more.

Where. Was. Syl–

Two knocks were heard from your bedroom door and you hopped off your bed, rushing towards the door to open it.

You opened the door in a swift movement and almost fainted at the sight of Sylus in front of you. Sylus looked down at you, his gaze filled with a little concern and curiosity.

He eyes down your messy outfit and walks himself in your bedroom, shutting the door behind him. When the door closed shut you look up at Sylus with teary eyes and step closer towards him.

Sylus wraps his arms around you and pulls you towards him.

“Luke told me what happened, why didn't you just read the box before eating the chocolate?” Sylus lectured. But you were too much in a horny daze to even answer that question, all you needed was him.

“I dont…please…do something?” you whine, rocking yourself against him. Sylus sighed and pulled you away from him. His large arms wrap around you and he effortlessly carries you to your bed, carefully placing you on it.

“If you were hungry you could have just called me?” Sylus coos, his fingers trailing down your thighs as he continued to look down at you with his glowy ruby eyes.

“I did! You w-werent in the kitchen..ngh”

“You have a phone for a reason sweetie, I would've picked it up if you called.” Sylus said, calmly, way too calmly. His fingers reach your twitchy soaking pussy and he slid one of his fingers in. You let out a whine and thrust yourself in his fingers.

“M-more..”

A chuckle left Sylus’ lips and he slipped another finger in you. You rock yourself against him and lift yourself so that you are sitting up, facing him. Your fingers grab onto his arms as you pull yourself closer to him.

Your fingers slide down his muscular arms and you press against his boner, slowly rubbing on it in an indescribable pattern. Sylus’ breath hitched and he pressed himself closer to you, quickening his movements in your cunt.

“Please, Sy.” you moan, sliding your finger under his shorts.

“Whatever makes you feel better.” he groaned, bucking his hips up and letting you slip his pants off. His leaking boxers were on display for you and you pulled his boxers down, letting his searing cock spring out.

Your warm fingers wrap around his cock, and you stroke slow, deliberate movements on it.

Both yours and Sylus’ moans grew louder in the room, and the sounds of both you touching each other was turning you on even more. You wrap another hand around his cock and quicken the pace on him.

“Sweetie, calm down. We have…ngh...all night.” he moaned. But when you weren't listening to him and went even faster on his cock, Sylus curled his fingers inside you and warned you again.

“Please.. 'm gonna cum!” you wailed, thrusting yourself in him one more time, and the last final thrust both you and Sylus came in sync.

“Feel better?”

No, you weren’t feeling better, in fact, that made you even more horny and…

“More, please.”

part 6 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work

[w2soneshots]

a saying bye to george before inside fic would be sooo cute :( maybe eith a little bit of smut too?

One week -George clarkey

words: 1.0k+

warnings: smut, head (fem rec), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, aftercare.

summary: before George leaves for a week to be on sidemen’s INside you and him spend a steamy night together.

notes: living for watching George on netflix every morning🙂‍↕️. Love this request, thank you babes🫶🏼. I hope you enjoy!!❤️‍🔥✨

Tomorrow George is leaving you for a week to participate in the sidemen's 'inside', a netflix television show where twelve people live in a house together with one million pounds up for grabs, though everything costs money.

When he told you he was going to be doing it you were so excited for him. Though, since you spend most of your time with him and you message whenever you're not together you knew you were definitely going to miss him.

You walked into your shared bedroom to see him packing. "Hi," you whispered as you wrapped your arms around his torso. "Hello darling." He turned around, now looking down at you.

"You alright?" He asked softly. You nodded slowly before replying, "just gonna be weird not having you here." He squeezed you tighter in agreement. "I know, I'm gonna miss this face," he said, running his thumb over your cheek.

"What're you packing?" You asked once you'd broke apart, inspecting his suitcase. "An toothbrush-" you interrupted him with a chuckle. "What?" He smiled, confused. "Just, 'A toothbrush', still can't believe a Jeremy Clarkson quote has become apart of your daily vocabulary."

"Oh, right. Yeah, I don't know why I picked that up to be fair," he replied. You took a step closer to him with a bright smile. "I think it's hilarious."

An hour later he'd finished and had everything at the door, ready to go for the morning. He sighed deeply as he plopped himself down on your large, comfy sofa. "Done?" You asked, putting your phone down. "Done," he confirmed.

You spent the rest of the night watching a movie and cuddling after you'd ordered one last big takeaway, since George was most likely going to be on a diet of rice and beans for the foreseeable.

Somehow, as the credits of the film played in the background, you'd ended up on George's lap, while the two of you slowly made out.

"Not gonna see you for a whole week... a whole week without sex," he whispered into your ear. You breathed heavily, lips puffy from kissing as you took in his words.

Your sex life was un-fucking believable in the beginning and the flame just never really burnt out... meaning, -even though you weren't animals and could go a week without fucking each other- you knew when he came home you were going to get straight into bed.

"Mmm... yeah. We should probably do it twice to make up for it?" You smirked. "Definitely." He flipped you onto the couch and your back hit the cushions. "Ow!" You yelled. The vibe changed and George's face turned white.

You reached behind you and pulled the tv control from underneath your back and flung it onto the rug covering the floor. He immediately calmed and let out a breath of relief. "All good, continue." You both burst out laughing before getting back to business.

He reached a hand back to pull his shirt over his head, discarding it... somewhere, you weren't paying attention and didn't actually care. You hummed happily as he leaned down to pepper kisses along your collarbone.

The both of you were savouring the moment, though were completely naked within a few minutes. George slowly made his way down your body, leaving bright purple marks as he went. When he settled between your legs you ran a hand through his hair. "Sure?" You asked. "Always," he replied before placing a kiss to your clit, making you tense in pleasure.

"Oh m' god George...!" You moaned out as he ate you out. His tongue going from circling your clit to sliding down your folds to dip into your aching cunt.

"George, George, George," you chanted, extremely close to the edge, which he was well aware of, "don't stop- I'm gonna-" you sank back into the pillows as your orgasm overcame your body, vision turning white.

"That was- fucking-" "yes it was fucking, good analysis sweetheart," he teased as his face met yours once again. You giggled as you pushed his shoulder playfully. "Very funny, now are you gonna fuck me or should I go to bed?" "The first one," he replied quickly. "Thought so."

George grunted and his face twisted when he finally pressed into you. "Jesus- god- always so- hmf- tight baby," he husked as he reached the hilt. Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your skull at the sensation.

"Move George, move." Your arms and legs wrapped around him, heels pushing on his lower back. Without hesitation he pulled his hips back until just his tip remained inside of you, then he plummeted back into you.

His rhythm picked up and you met his thrusts as the room filled with your lewd sounds. "I love you- ugh- so fucking much y/n," he breathed out as your bodies collided over and over again.

"I'm gonna miss you- and this, you and this," you said as his thrusts grew sloppy and you approached your second orgasm. "y/n I-" "I know, me too. Come for me," you cut him off.

The both of you came hard, one after the other. His body fell onto yours. Your breath's heavy as you recovered from the last thirty minutes. Nether of you said a word as he got up, reached down, took you in his arms and walked towards the bathroom, your head resting tiredly on his chest.

"Okay?" He checked as he set you down on the toilet before leaving for a split second to grab two towels, then he moved to turn the shower on, steam beginning to fill the room from the hot water. "Yeah, incredible," you replied, voice quiet as you remained slightly dazed.

You got up and joined him in the shower a moment later, the water immediately making you feel ten times better and cleaner. "Here," he poured your favourite body wash onto a loofah and began running it gently over your body.

Five minutes later you were both clean, dry and lying in your bed, savouring one of your last moments together before he became a netflix star. "Night," you whispered, breathing in his scent as he cuddled you. "Good night gorgeous, love you."

[cameronsbabydoll]

SUGAR-COATED CHAINS — CHAPTER NINETEEN

WARNINGS — controlling behaviors, possessiveness, family problems, light smut mdni

You weren’t expecting a detour.

Rafe had told you you’d be meeting your family for dinner, but instead of heading straight there, the car turned onto a long, tree-lined driveway, leading to an estate tucked away from the city.

Your brows knit together as you glance at him. "Where are we?"

Rafe doesn’t answer immediately. He simply steps out of the car and comes around to open your door. There’s something unreadable in his expression as he takes your hand, guiding you up the front steps.

The house is massive—far bigger than your penthouse, though just as sleek and expensive. But when you step inside, it’s different. You expect something cold and unfamiliar, but instead, the space already feels… lived in.

Your favorite flowers sit in a vase on the marble countertop. A book you once mentioned offhandedly rests on the nightstand in the master bedroom. A closet full of designer dresses in your size hangs neatly beside rows of shoes and handbags.

"You like it?" Rafe’s voice is casual, but there’s an edge of expectation beneath it.

You swallow. "This is… ours?"

"It’s ours," he confirms. "We’re moving in after the wedding."

You open your mouth to protest—to at least discuss this—but then something catches your eye. A door, slightly ajar, at the end of the hall.

Something about it makes your stomach twist.

You step forward hesitantly, your fingers trembling as you push it open.

The room is immaculate. Soft pastels, delicate lace curtains, a bassinet already in place. A nursery.

Your breath catches in your throat.

"Rafe."

He hums behind you, his hands settling on your waist. "Go ahead. Take a look."

Your heart pounds as you step inside, the air suddenly too thick. It’s not just a house. It’s a future. One you never planned.

"Rafe, I—"

His grip tightens, his breath warm against your ear. "This is ours, angel. You knew this was coming."

You swallow hard, a strange weight settling in your chest. It’s not like you hadn’t thought about it before, but seeing it—physically standing in the life he’s building around you—makes it real in a way you weren’t prepared for.

"You’re mine," he murmurs, turning you in his arms. His gaze is steady, unwavering. "We’re done pretending otherwise."

You’re not sure whether it’s comfort or control, but either way, it sinks in.

Because maybe you never really had a choice at all.

—

The drive to your parents’ house is even quieter now.

You stare out the window, fingers clenched in your lap.

Rafe notices. He always does.

"You nervous, angel?" he asks.

You shake your head. "No."

A lie.

He hums, unconvinced.

When you arrive, your mother greets you with a polite kiss on the cheek. Your father barely looks up from his phone.

It’s your brother who makes the biggest show of it—grinning as he pulls you into a one-armed hug, ruffling your hair.

"Look who it is!" he teases. "Still the baby of the family, huh?"

You laugh lightly, but it doesn’t reach your eyes.

You tug Rafe’s hand. "Come on. I’ll show you my room before dinner."

Your childhood bedroom is smaller than you remember.

Pink sheets still hug the bed. Books still line the shelves.

"Didn’t change much, huh?" Rafe muses.

"Guess not."

You kneel by the dresser, rummaging through an old jewelry box. You don’t notice the way Rafe moves, fingers grazing along your desk—pausing on a small, worn book.

Your diary.

He flips it open.

It only takes a few seconds for him to understand.

The words are shaky, written in a child's uneven scrawl. They tell a story of loneliness, of always being second place.

Of feeling forgotten.

His jaw clenches.

Rafe has always known you were his. But seeing this—seeing how long you’ve felt unwanted—does something to him.

He tucks the diary back into place just as you turn around.

"Found it," you say, holding up a trinket.

Rafe nods, gaze unreadable. "We should head down."*

You don’t notice how he holds you just a little tighter than before.

As predicted dinner is tense.

Your parents are polite, but distant, treating you like a guest rather than their daughter. Your brother, on the other hand, can’t resist slipping in jabs—mostly harmless, but enough to make you squirm.

"You remember how she used to follow me and my friends around?" he chuckles. "Swore she was one of us."

You laugh lightly, even though the memory stings. You were always on the outside, trying to fit in, never quite enough.

Your mother smiles dismissively. "She always was a bit… naive."

That’s when Rafe puts down his fork.

It’s subtle, but it makes the whole table pause.

"She’s not naive," Rafe says, his voice even but firm. His arm drapes over the back of your chair, a casual but unmistakable show of possession. "She just grew up with people who never listened to her."

Silence.

Your father clears his throat. Your mother gives a nervous chuckle, brushing off his words, but your brother looks like he’s actually considering them.

Rafe picks up his fork again, like nothing happened. But beneath the table, his hand slides to your thigh, squeezing gently.

You don’t say anything, but something warm blooms in your chest.

For once, someone stood up for you.

After dinner, as everyone lingers in the living room, you take a slow breath before turning to Rafe.

"Can you wait in the car for a minute?"

His brows furrow slightly, but he nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead before stepping outside.

Your family looks at you expectantly.

You hesitate for only a second before speaking. "I want you all at the wedding."

Your mother’s lips press together. "Sweetheart, of course we’ll be there—"

"But not if you’re going to treat me like a child." Your voice is steady, surprising even yourself. "I get it. I was always the little sister. The quiet one. The baby of the family. But that’s not who I am anymore."

Your father exhales, shifting in his seat. Your mother fidgets with her bracelet. Your brother watches you, expression unreadable.

"If you can’t accept that," you continue, "then don’t bother coming."

Silence stretches between you all. It’s terrifying, but liberating.

Your mother is the first to speak, softer this time. "We’ll be there."

You don’t wait for more. You just turn and walk out the door.

—

The car ride home is quiet at first. You stare out the window, letting the weight of the night settle in.

Then, you feel it—Rafe’s fingers tracing slow circles on your bare thigh.

"You did good back there," he murmurs.

Your breath catches. His hand slides higher.

"Rafe," you whisper.

"Shh, angel." His palm presses against your core through your dress, the heat of him seeping into you. "I like seeing you like that. Strong. Knowing what’s yours."

Your thighs clench, a soft whimper escaping before you can stop it.

"You know what else is yours?" His voice is low, teasing, as his fingers slip beneath the fabric, barely brushing where you need him most.

You bite your lip, your pulse thrumming. "What?"

Rafe tilts his head, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"Me."

And just like that, any tension from the night melts away—replaced by something else entirely.

[dollfacefantasy]

thinking about dr. zayne who has a fixation on your hands.

you’re pretty sure they’re his favorite part of you if the way he stares at them and handles them with such care are any indicator.

you two rarely have moments where you’re both free to relax, but when they do come up, you spend them on the couch. maybe you’re just talking, maybe you’re watching something. either way, zayne’s got your hand between his. he traces every little line on your palm. he twists and plays with your fingers like they’re some kind of toy for fidgeting. you think it’s subconscious. he doesn’t say anything about it or even look down at your hand. he just likes the touch.

whenever one of you leaves in the morning, you say goodbye at the door. he tells you he loves you, to be safe, and every other thing that’s part of your little routine. then he leans in for a kiss. and down below, his hand takes yours and gives it a nice, tight squeeze, sending you off with electricity in your arm and butterflies in your stomach.

in your bedroom at night, he loves your hands in a different nature. one of his favorite ways to start things off with you is by having you touch yourself for him. he instructs every movement while watching your fingers move according to his words. he listens to every little whimper and moan you give him as your hands rub and caress like they’re his own.

for special occasions, you give him handjobs. he barely lasts under the careful tugs of your palm. he watches your wrist swivel, the way your pretty face sits right next to your moving hand. you try talking to him a bit, but all he can get out are breathy moans of “mmm, that’s so good.”

and while he’s actually inside you? the need for more connection doesn’t dissipate. he has one set of fingers intertwined with yours at all times. you feel how his hands flex as he thrusts, how he grips you with desperation every time your pussy flutters around him.

your hands just give him something that he needs. he’d never let go if he could <33

[bunni-v1]

Literally at the post office but I CANNOT get Lycaon and Hugo off my mind.

MDNI

They’re so very opposite in the way they approach everything, there’s no way it’s not the same in the bedroom. Like c’mon think of the possibilities of taking both of them at the same time. They’re so good, but I can’t get ahead of myself. Let’s establish how they are separately.

Firstly, Lycaon is all things gentle and loving. He is nothing if not a giver when it comes to your pleasure. Slow and steady in pace, he takes his time with you. His touch leaves no part of your body neglected, carefully taking in all you have to offer him. He is purposeful and each movement has intent to make you sigh.

It’s like he’s trying to swallow you up in your own pleasure, wave after wave you are drowning in his unending love for you. Sex is an extension of his admiration for you, he does not want it to be anything less than that. So he takes his time, ensuring you feel nothing but loved. It’s overwhelming, but that’s how he feels about you. Overwhelmed in his adoration, he lets it all out here.

He may be a wolf therian, but he is no more than a lovesick puppy between your legs. Claws and teeth dulled from gnawing on the kindness you’ve given him. He is stony and cold on the outside, but his heart has melted into mush for you. This is the easiest way he knows how to reciprocate, to show you he loves you when he cannot find a way otherwise.

Hugo, on the other hand, is fast and exciting. Passion in all he touches, he leaves trails of fire across your skin with his cool touch. It’s light and teasing, intent on making you squirm and cry beneath it, teasing you until you cannot think about anything other than him.

He wants you to drown in him, have himself etched into you brain, unable to think of anything but him. You’ll suffocate in the overwhelming pressure of his desire to see you come apart. To him, sex is fun and light, a passionate dance between the two of you. Maybe even a stress reliever at times, but it’s nothing serious, it’s just something you two do. Something thrilling only the two of you can share!

Speaking truthfully, behind his bravado and cheerful facade, he wants to consume you. He desires nothing more than to drink you up, watching each curve and twitch you have to offer him. There is no treasure in the world more perfect than you, and he knows how lucky he is to have it in the palm of his hands. So, he keeps it fun, light, easy for you. Anything you desire he gives up, because what is sex if not fun?

When they come together, it’s like fire and ice. They cannot decide who is right in how the pleasure. Lycaon insists you must be treated with care, Hugo complains about his boring style and suggests more fun! It’s quite a conundrum, but why can’t it be both? You can have fun and still feel loved, so surely they can come to an agreement?

Oh, they most certainly do. By some miracle, of course, they’re able to set aside their differences for you. Leaned agains Hugo’s chest with Lycaon between your legs, you may have to reconsider your fate. Lycaon laps at you, drinking you up as if he’d gone without fluid for days. Hugo has you speared on him, smiling all satisfied as he watches you crumble apart between them.

Lycaon inhales deeply, clearly enjoying himself a bit too much, not that you had room to criticize. What with the way you can’t keep your mouth shut, it was smarter not to poke fun at him. A particularly nice roll of his tongue had you fluttering around Hugo’s shaft. He chuckles at the sensation, kissing up your shoulder as if to encourage you.

“They liked that one,” He hums, fingers dancing along your stomach.

Lycaon doesn’t pay him any mind, far too focused on swallowing you up. You’d think he were a man starved with how vigorous he was. Your head pressed back into Hugo’s shoulder, only to be corrected by the man. Firm grasp on your chin keeping your eyes where they belong, focused on Lycaon. It drew a squeak of surprise out of you, and that was the first time Lycaon paused, narrowing a warning glare on Hugo from his place between your legs.

Hugo smiles, “Continue, please.”

“Be gentle,” Lycaon grumbles back, the vibrations of his deep voice sending your head spinning.

He returns with more vigor, lapping at you with more energy now. Seems he was eager to have you finish, thanks to Hugo’s annoyance. If you had half the mind, you might’ve thanked him, but when Lycaon begins to suck on you… well… most thoughts fly out your brain. Replaced only with him, his name falling from your lips over and over.

You wind your fingers through his fur, pulling him closer to you. The friction addicting in your hazy state. Lycaon directs a smirk up at you, watching your expression with unabashed delight. Unfortunately, you only get to enjoy the expression for a few moments before the two do you are caught off guard by an abrupt thrust from Hugo.

Lycaon pulls back fast enough that his teeth don’t catch on anything sensitive, and they snap together with a loud click of annoyance. Hugo does not stop his thrusting though, hands squeezing your hips as he guides you to bounce in time with him. Based on the look Lycaon has, he was most definitely taunting the therian.

Not to be deterred, Lycaon shifts focus. Decidedly kissing up your body, taking his time in worshiping you while Hugo does his best to make you fall apart. He fits perfectly inside, dick rubbing against your walls just right. Just enough to drive you mad, but not quite enough to push you over the edge yet.

Your mind is melting, chest heaving with effort at every new sensation. Lycaon’s heated kisses across your chest and Hugo’s throbbing member inside you working like a team to make you jelly. You nearly choke on air when Lycaon nibbles at the side of your neck. It’s like they want you to die here, suffocated between their unrelenting heat.

Cold fingers find their way down to your heat, playing with you in a lose way. It was just simple teasing, a means to make you fall deeper into pleasure, but it worked too well. Between the soft and sweet kisses and the rapid thrusting, it was just what you needed to cum for them.

A cry of someone’s name, you’re not aware enough to know who’s, rips from your throat. Your body shakes, hands grabbing onto whatever they can. The thrusting does not stop, Hugo fucking you through your orgasm, until you are abruptly pulled away into warm arms. You promptly lose consciousness for a few moments, and when you wake, you are being cleaned off by Lycaon with a warm rag.

He is cross, though not at you. Just annoyed, but he still finds in himself to smile at you sweetly. A clawed hand cups your face, thumbing your cheek sweetly. You lean into the touch, smiling back at him.

“You are alright, my love?” He asks with a deep grumble.

You nod, again smiling to reassure him. Sore, but you are alright. Someone shuffles in the room from the bathroom, and Lycaon sighs as Hugo takes his spot next to you. He cuddles you into his chest, cooing at your flushed face with playful admiration.

“You did very well, darling! Did you enjoy yourself?” He asks, and though his tone is light, you know he means the question truthfully.

You nod, “Of course I did.”

He hums, “Good, good~ Can’t have your needs going unanswered. Though, I’m a little disappointed…”

You frown at that, insecurity crawling up your back at the sudden change in tone, “What’s wrong? Do you not enjoy yourself too?”

He laughs, shaking his head, and you hear Lycaon audibly scoff from across the room where he is still cleaning things up.

“Of course I did! It’s just…” He sighs, dramatically looking away.

“Just what?” You urge.

He waits another moment, smirking to himself, “Well, I did all that work, and you cry out his name instead of mine. It really hurts.”

You blink at him, unable to find a response to his stupid hold up. Luckily, Lycaon seems to find it for you, “Perhaps you didn’t do enough for them.”

“I beg your pardon!” He shouts, jumping upright from his position.

You can only sigh as they start bickering with one another.

[81pastrys]

hi coulsd you write something for dad lando where lila has a boyfriend, maybe other driver's son, and he doesn't know about it but her mom does. so one day lando and reader come back from a date night and they find lila with her boyfriend on the couch making out or something. this turns lando really protecive mode but reader reassures him and makes him apologize to lila for overreacting. thanks you hope you like it

When Worlds Collide

Summary— Lila and Carlo keep their relationship a secret from their dads until one night they’re interrupted

Warnings— teens making out ; Lando curses once ; protective dad Lando

A/N— I like this 🤭🤭

Lila had told her mum almost immediately when Carlo asked her out and she said yes. She was so excited to have a boyfriend. They were young, sure, but they really liked each other. Her only stipulation was no telling their dads.

Lando and Carlos were ever the clueless at races when they saw their kids getting along. Thinking they were like siblings.

After a triple header Lando told his wife there was a dinner and he wanted her to go. Carlos offered for Carlo to stay with Lila so she wasn’t alone. Lando loved the idea. They’re like siblings! The two 15 year olds were ecstatic their idea worked.

It started out innocent, putting on a movie and cuddling under the blankets. They ate snacks and giggled together at the movie. Towards the end of the movie they ended up kissing. It quickly escalated and Lila was on his lap asks they made out in the comfort of her home.

What they did not notice, was the door unlocking and her parents walking in on them. They stopped when they heard Lando. “What the actual fuck?” He threw his keys and lunged towards them. Lila jumped up and looked guilty.

“Babe, stop.” His wife said. “They’re teenagers, leave it alone.” Why was she so calm Lando thought. Lila sighed in relief her mum got him to stop halfway to the living room.

He sighed angrily that Carlos’s son was slobbering on his daughter, his little girl, his sweetheart. He called Carlos and dropped the bomb on him too. “Mate your son was just eating my daughter’s face.” Lando said staring at the two, now sitting at the island awkwardly as he talked.

“Dios Mio Carlo.” (My god) Carlos sighed in Spanish. “I’m on my way.” Carlos was around 10 minutes away.

“Lando, they’re kids.” His wife was rubbing his back as he looked defeated at what he not only witnessed, but found out. “Did you think she’d stay single her whole life?”

“No, but I hoped she’d tell me before I found them snogging on the couch!” He said waving a hand at her. “How long has this gone on?”

“2 months next week.” Lila spoke up hesitantly. Carlo has yet to say a word. He looked up to his dad and Lando, to disappoint them would be the last thing he wanted.

Carlos came in and saw them. They all looked to him and he went behind his son. “Did you know?” Lando asked. Carlos shook his head with a simple no. He didn’t look too phased by the situation.

“You’re the only one worked up Lando.” His wife noted. “What if we talk about this in private?” He nodded and they went to their bedroom.

“Did you know?” He asked. She nodded her head. He put a hand on his forehead and paced. “This absurd.” He said. “You approved of our little girl dating him?”

“It’s not some random boy Lando, it’s Carlo.” She reminded. Lando absolutely loved Carlo. Always thought he was a great kid, but dating his little girl?!

“I know, I haven’t decided if that’s good or not.” He shrugged. She got him to calm down and they go back to the other three. Once they figured everything out, Carlos left with his son.

“What else did we talk about lan?” His wife perked up. He looked to her and back to Lila. He sighed.

“I overreacted sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He said. He pulled her into a hug. “If he breaks your heart I’m breaking his wrist so he can’t race.” He mumbled. “Who said that?” He laughed. “But seriously, as long as you’re happy Lila, so am I.”

This adds some fuel to my fire of ideas, anyway

@il0vereadingstuff @kallanfiona

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"Daryl Dixon SFW alphabet."

Summary: Daryl Dixon's version of the SFW alphabet with you as a couple.

@artsynana: hii dear, i was thinking, have you ever though about writing some sfw headcanons with daryl? i would love to see something like that written by you🥰🥰

Hey love. Sorry it took me a while to do this, my brain has been out of ideas :( This isn't the best, but I hope you like it! Thanks.

A/N: I sometimes include some excerpts from my stories to give you an idea (don't hate me, I have to promote them haha)

A = Affection (How affectionate is he? How does he show affection?)

In public, Daryl is painfully uncomfortable with displays of affection considering he never knew what it’s like, so he’d just stand by your side, always close, always making sure you’re in his line of sight if he can’t get close. He just… has to know where you are (not possessively, but the idea of ​​losing you is inconceivable). Daryl is a protector, now imagine him with the person he’d want to spend his life with. Maybe cupping your cheek as a quick caress or a kiss on your forehead before either of you has to go on a search for supplements.

Privately Daryl became more accustomed to them until he needed to do it himself.

B = Best friend (What would he be like as a best friend?)

Whether you're the talkative one or the quiet one, or both, the beginning of a friendship would be confusing for Daryl. Having someone Daryl could confide in, someone he could open up to, considering that his whole life he's had to keep quiet or bottle up his own feelings, both good and bad, would be a huge step for him. But like I said, Daryl is a protector, to the point where he'd beat the shit out of anyone who dared to disrespect you (a warning first, of course. His temper is short, sorry, but he's learned to handle it), but disrespecting you in the sense that he feels you're being insulted, threatened, or way before he feels you're in danger.

C = Cuddles (Does he like to cuddle?) (The little spoon)

Glenn helps Carol as Daryl places his arms under your legs and shoulders, to lift you up so he can carry you into the bedroom, but then, a silly thought shines your mind and pushes out of your lips before you can stop it.

“Did you know Daryl likes being the little spoon?”

Daryl feels the heat rise to his cheeks as everyone stops to stare at him.

“I like it, so what?” He says embarrassed, but trying to keep a straight face so no one would laugh at him.

Daryl would come to love the idea of ​​cuddling too, because for him, feeling HIS person against him, protected even in dreams is comforting because it's the only place he can protect you 100 percent, (I mean, with those strong arms, hehe) I don't know why, but I imagine Rick or Carol because they are the only ones who can tease him like this, sensing Daryl somewhat grumpy for not being with you at night due to some runs, telling him not to even think about trying to cuddle up against them.

Also because I feel like Daryl wasn't a deep sleeper or even didn't sleep at all, maybe that's why feeling the body of the person he loves helps him fall asleep, to feel like he's not alone anymore.

D = Domestic (Does he want to settle down? Like, make him and you a real family)

Daryl would hint (shy and awkward hehe) that it would be nice to have a house of your own, maybe in Alexandria. He did live in a house, yes, but with you, it would be his first home. It would be like giving the child living in him a chance at being loved correctly, too.

E = Ending (If he has to break up with his partner)

It's so hard for someone like Daryl to trust another person, to love another person, that when he is in a relationship, it would be for a long, long time. His whole life, he lived without thinking about the future or having expectations for anything, so if Daryl dared to love you even though he thought you deserved better, or that you could be loved better, he wouldn't break up with you on purpose.

F = Fiancé (How does he feel about commitment?) (What it means to me)

“Why did you come back for the ring?”

As the men keep digging a grave for Tina and the other bodies, Daryl stops to look at Sherry, who’s looking at an empty spot beyond all that pain. She doesn’t look back at him, and just wait for an answer.

"S’ jus’ a ring for ya but it means somethin’ important to me.”

A second later, Sherry finally looks at him.

“What is that?”

Daryl knows a promise can be broken, not by him, but by that dangerous world and how a life can end in a second, so the ring is, or will be a symbol of a truth, if he gets the opportunity to give it to you.

“It means I’ll love ma wife for the rest of ma life. S’ the only promise I can make to her.”

Daryl never thought about being anyone's something, not wanting to settle down and much less commit, it would be something he dislikes (it terrifies him actually) but with you, who showed him only the good and the beautiful that life has to offer, he would unwittingly start having those thoughts about what it would be like to do all of that only with you. The idea of ​​getting a ring for you, of having something visual that makes you his (not in a possessive way) that after having nothing, having you bearing his last name would be everything.

G = Gentle (How gentle is he?)

Daryl is tough and imposing with his physique and the menacing way his gaze alone can convey, but he quickly learned to be less rude with you and the people he loves and considers family.

H = Hugs (Does he likes hugs?)

It's not that he doesn't like it, it's just that Daryl doesn't know how to be physically loving. My poor baby is awkward as hell, so maybe at first, just to annoy him and even make him uncomfortable, you'd give him hugs even for breathing because even you can tell he's never received one. But the idea of ​​you expressing your love like that is fascinating to Daryl until he understands that it's a normal part of life, and that he doesn't have to work hard to deserve one.

If you haven't seen each other in a while, Daryl would need to keep you pressed against his body for a while, so that he physically understands that you're really there, close again.

I = I love you (Like Gravity)

“God dammit, woman, if I didn't love ya so much they'd be cookin' in a stew.” He freezes for a second, listening clearly to his heartbeat as he walks away, but Daryl has to clear his throat so his voice wouldn’t break off mid–sentence. “Let's go over there and see if we can get some squirrels instead.”

The L word. Daryl knows well that you love him and that he loves you, but saying it out loud, it would be the thing that would forever define your relationship at the beginning, perhaps when he still fears that the foundations of your love aren't fully built, when he still senses that someone better will come along. But the moment Daryl understands that, despite his imperfections, you won't walk away by your own choice, he'll feel safe saying it because he knows well you'll say it back. For him, love is in the small things, but every once in a while, he says it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous can he get? (You are)  

Your skin feels cold again when Daryl's hand leaves your body, even if your skin feels boiling hot when the attention falls on you like the midday sun in that stifling season. As if someone had put their hand on your throat until it was blocked from air, your uncomfortable laughter comes out muffled, but you don’t answer before changing topics. But it's sad that after a short while, Daryl stands up to go to his own cell, his thoughts running wild with the jealousy he feels about that guy, thinking that there was someone who made you feel something when, for him, you were his first everything.

Insecure more than jealous, but jealous too (?). At the beginning of the relationship, Daryl is jealous of everyone because he’s convinced that everyone is better for you than him, that anyone could offer you more and something better, that at any moment he's going to ruin what he has with you, to the point of indirectly sabotaging the relationship without realizing it. Daryl needs time to understand that what you feel for him isn't temporary and isn't in danger of disappearing, until he no longer feels threatened by anyone.

But if you two are together and someone is trying to flirt by making you uncomfortable and even trying to cross the line of your security, it's like letting the lion out of its cage. Daryl would literally eat the poor bastard alive. (In fiction, I love those men hahaha)

K = Kisses (What are his kisses like?)

It depends, if they're those in the middle of the game, they'd be pretty deep. The idea is consuming in his mind, the idea of ​​knowing that after those comes the best *wink* Daryl loves the idea of ​​feeling his person's lips on his, because the nerves they still produce in him are exciting, how something as simple as greeting each other like that at any time of the day is simple but powerful for him. It's not something he takes for granted, especially at the moment when someone has to go to a run if you both can't go together.

L = Little ones (Babies?) (Make you happy)

“It means positive.” You answered softly, your heart beating faster.

Daryl’s mind ran as fast as possible, registering your words, processing who he was and who he will be: a future father?

“Are we…” Daryl finally said, but he had to clear his throat first. “Happy ‘bout it?”

He looked confused, not angry.

“I don’t know. Are we?”

Then, he did the last thing you thought he would do: Daryl started smiling, just a little bit.

“Yeah, I mean, I'm fuckin’ scared, but…” He paused, looking at you with a worried expression, and his voice became even lower. “But if ya don’ want to have her I would get that, ‘cause for yer face ya ain’t lookin’ so sure ‘bout it.”

Daryl was always terrified of the idea of ​​becoming his father, or even just a shadow of that man and harming a baby, which is why he never wanted children. He knew his temper was short and explosive to the point of losing control, and that was a big NO. But Daryl, without realizing it, cared for Judith since she was a baby until a thought settled in his mind: the idea that he couldn't be that bad, not when he would give his life for someone who wasn't his blood daughter. And if Daryl would do it for her, what wouldn't he do for someone who was?

Whether it was an accident or something you two were looking for, Daryl would be an amazing dad, showing his baby nothing but love and happiness.

M = Mornings (How are the mornings with him?)

Daryl sleeps more soundly since you've been with him, but he's not someone who wants to spend all day in bed every day. The day starts early for him, although the idea of ​​waking up next to someone after sleeping alone his whole life does make him want to stay there a little longer.

N = Nights (How are nights with him?) (The way to heal a heart)

From his side, Daryl sleeps with his back to you. However, lying on your left side and as you drift off into a light sleep, you feel Daryl rolling over in bed, blindly searching for the warmth of your body, pressing himself against you, because that reminded him that he is still alive.

With nightmares or insomnia after a lifetime of abuse, Daryl didn't relish the idea of ​​going to sleep, but sleeping together solved the problem. Even unconsciously at first, his body blindly sought yours when you first started sleeping together, until it became a necessity for Daryl to physically feel you, perhaps a hand on your waist or your stomach or your back, or until his body was pressed against yours.

O = Open (When would he start revealing things about himself?

Little by little, because the traumatic memories felt like reliving them once Daryl said them out loud. The idea that saying them and look weak and vulnerable was inconceivable to him, but there was something about your tone of voice, without a hint of pity for him and only understanding when he crossed his own line and told you the first story one night.

P = Patience (How easily angered he gets?) (A little hope)

But too terrified to feel too much when Daryl was used to feeling little, or nothing at all, he turned away from you for a very long time, always taking the opposite path, coming when you were leaving, never coinciding, confusing when his feelings awaken and made a mess of his life.

But being shot by Andrea was like his breaking point, leading him to isolate himself in the room until he was better, walking outside only during the nights so as not to suffocate within the four walls all day. A random night as you walk back late, you see him standing against the back wall, and fighting against the current, you try to get closer, just one more time before deciding to walk away from him forever, but Daryl was the reflection of a battered animal, always on the verge of attacking before being attacked.

And he gives you the WHOLE speech.

“…battin’ yer eyelashes at me n’ always hopin’ for the best, givin’ me hope for somethin’ I know ain’t gonna happen. M’ fuckin’ sick of seein’ ya.”

Again, a really short patience, or sometimes Daryl doesn't have any of that, but he learned to calm his temper, not to get carried away by his own frustration, and not to yell or want to escape quickly from situations that made him uncomfortable. The idea of ​​attacking so as not to be attacked again was burned into his mind, always feeling that he was not wanted anywhere, but the time and the family Daryl made taught him that he was loved and that he was an essential part of others' lives.

Q = Quizzes (How much would he remember about you?)

He remembers absolutely everything. Daryl has a practically perfect memory, recalling even things you considered unimportant. Like a good hunter, Daryl is able to notice even the smallest pieces, tiny things that go unnoticed by others, but not by him, and this ability is even more surprising because he started paying attention to you even before you were a thing: storing in his mind even those tiny behaviors of yours that no one else noticed. Now imagine when he and you became something.

R = Remember (What is his favorite moment in your relationship?)

Daryl doesn't take being with you for granted, so he believes every moment means something special.

S = Security (How protective is he?) (Karma Butterfly)

“A fuss?” Daryl grunts under his breath, those words souring his mouth. “A moron threatened ma wife and ya don’ want me to make a damn fuss?”

But as the sweet karma that is about to punch Spencer right in the face just as Daryl’s fist would do, Spencer walks down the street toward the car, smiling at Rick like the good boy he pretended to be. However, Daryl’s anger covers his eyes and paints the world red as he walks towards him just to punch Spencer before Glenn or Rick can try to stop him, hitting him so hard that Daryl makes him fall. Daryl falls on him too, with all the weight of his body, punching the thick skin of the wolf. His strong arms push away who tries to pull him back, his ears covering with the word threat, his fists turning red as blood leaves Spencer’s face.

“Daryl, stop!” Finally, Rick pulls him hardly, giving Spencer some time to breathe again. “You’re gonna kill him!”

“That’s the fuckin’ plan!” Daryl shouts back, trying to avoid Rick’s body as he looks straight at Spencer. “M’ gonna kill ya, coward! Nobody messes with ma wife!”  

Once again, Daryl is a protector, to the point of giving his life for the person he loves. Keeping you safe from any kind of threat is a duty to him. Feeling like you're in any kind of danger is devastating to him, which is why Daryl would dedicate his life to keeping yours safe, from anything living or not. Losing you is what terrifies him more than the thought of something happening to him.

T = Try (How much effort would he put into different things)

Love for Daryl is in the little things: like bringing something for you during a run, for example, a book, a cassette, something simple but a meaningful reminder that life in that new world is still life just because he has you.

U = Ugly (Some bad habits of his?)

That he's not bothered at all by the grease of his motorcycle when Daryl's fixing it or the blood on his clothes, that he doesn't notice it until you point it out. He'd respond that it's not that bad and that you're just being picky until you threatened to make him sleep in the yard if he didn't fix it.

(I'm not saying smoke because I do it too, sorry)

V = Vanity (How concerned is he with his looks?)

Not worried at all. Even though Daryl's physical appearance has attracted the attention of the local women in Alexandria, he's oblivious to his appearance, becoming even shy when you tease him about his long hair, which makes him look like a rock star, or the muscles in his arms exposed in his sleeveless shirt.

 W = Whole (How would he feel without you?)

After living alone his entire life, finding you gave Daryl the desire to never be without you again. The idea of ​​falling in love was almost like a bad joke to him, although in reality he was also terrified of loving too much and losing (among other things). But feeling loved by you made him feel complete, so yeah, he doesn't want to live without you anymore.

X = Xtra (A random thing about him?)

Maybe how quickly he becomes shy when you tease him? but he tries to hide it with a snort.

Y = Yuck (What are some things he doesn’t like about you?)

Nothing. Just your own tendency to do things alone, which sometimes got on his nerves because of his fear of you getting hurt. Daryl knows you're independent and can take care of yourself, but since life taught you that you could handle everything on your own, you sometimes forget that it's okay to have someone else help you.

Z = Zzz (What are some sleep habits of his?) (My everything)

“15 minutes to make the milk? I was starting to get worried actually." You raise an eyebrow, speaking softly. "Why did you take so long? The milk is in the kitchen, not in another country."

"Sorry, sweetheart." Daryl apologizes as he hands you the bottle, sitting on the edge of the bed to watch his daughter stop crying the moment she feels the bottle against her pretty pink lips. "I closed ma eyes and jus' fell asleep for a minute."

You frown, continuing to stroke Marley's back.

"In a chair? On the counter?"

At the sound of your voice, Daryl's head falls until he almost hits his chest with his own chin, waking up from his light sleep before looking back at you. It's still funny to you how easy it was for him to go without sleep all those years, but after a month with Marley, Daryl considered killing walkers an easier task.

"What? No. Standin’. Didn't know that was even possible."

Being a light sleeper, or not sleeping at all sometimes because of nightmares was Daryl's weakness, but sleeping with you developed a good sleep habit on him. He still wakes up early, but sleeps soundly since you two lived within the safety of Alexandria's walls, although since his daughter was born, Daryl truly understood what it was like to go without sleep.

[bitchinbarzal]

please part 2 to the marriage pact please please please 🙏🙏🙏🙏 my fave kells fic ever!!!!

You wake up the morning after your wedding in a tangle of limbs and sunlight. Clayton’s already awake, lying on his side, one arm tucked under his head, watching you like he still can’t believe this is real. His hair’s a mess, his face is still soft with sleep, and his wedding ring glints in the morning light.

Yours does too.

You stretch lazily beneath the covers and blink over at him. “So… did we really do that?”

He grins. “Unless we’re both having the same very detailed dream.”

You glance down at your hand again. The ring still feels foreign on your finger, but not wrong. Not strange. More like a soft weight you weren’t expecting to love. You turn back to him. “You freaking out yet?”

Clayton reaches out to push your hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your cheek. “Not even a little.” He smirks. “I already ordered room service.”

“Of course you did.”

You don’t say the thing that’s pressing at the edge of your chest—that you’re a little scared of how right this already feels. How easily your body curves into his like you were made to fit there. You don’t say it, but you think he knows anyway.

You stay wrapped up in the warmth of your hotel room longer than you should. He gets syrup on your fingers from the pancakes and kisses it off, laughing. You steal his eggs. He lets you.

It doesn’t feel like the first day of a brand-new life. It feels like the continuation of something you’ve always had.

Eventually, you have to go back to real life. You return to Boston. Clayton flies back to Utah. And despite being married, everything feels half-suspended. The vows were real. The rings are real. But life hasn’t caught up yet.

So you talk. Every night. FaceTime calls from hotel rooms and car rides and your kitchen. He tells you about the guys giving him shit in the locker room, about how Knies keeps calling him “Hubby Keller” in front of everyone. You tell him your boss noticed the ring and asked when the honeymoon was. Neither of you had an answer.

“I think we should live together,” Clayton says one night. His face is half-lit by the glow of his bedside lamp, hair still damp from a shower.

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s… generally what married people do, yeah.”

He shrugs, casual. “Just making sure we’re on the same page.”

You close your laptop and climb into bed, smiling at the screen. “We’ll figure it out. After playoffs. I’ll start looking for jobs out there.”

“I’ll help. You’re not doing this alone.”

And he means it. Because that’s who he is—reliable in the most quiet, steady way. The kind of person who says, “I’ve got you,” and actually does.

Moving in together is chaos and cardboard boxes and furniture that doesn’t fit through doorways. The first night in your new place, you both fall asleep on a mattress on the floor, surrounded by half-unpacked boxes and a pizza box balanced dangerously close to the edge. His arm is flung across your waist. You’re using his hoodie as a pillow. And it feels perfect.

Three weeks in, you fight for the first time.

It’s stupid. About groceries. He gets home from practice, opens the pantry, and freezes. “Where are the granola bars?”

“I moved them,” you say without looking up from your laptop. “That cabinet was a mess.”

He checks another cabinet. Then another. “I can’t find anything in here.”

You blink, annoyed. “Well, maybe now it’s more organized.”

“I’ve lived here for months,” he snaps, closing a cabinet a little too hard. “You’ve been here for two days.”

And just like that, your throat tightens. It’s not about granola bars, not really. It’s about space. About belonging. About whether or not this is really yours, too.

“I didn’t mean that,” he says quickly, the moment he sees your face.

You shake your head, brushing past him. “No, I get it. I’m just the girl who showed up with a marriage certificate and started rearranging your life.”

“Hey.” He follows you to the bedroom, voice softening. “Don’t do that.”

You don’t look at him. “Maybe this is crazy.”

“Okay,” he admits, gently. “It is crazy. We got married after one conversation and ten years of history. But I don’t regret it. Not even a little. You’re not just the girl who showed up—you’re my wife.”

That word, spoken so simply, lands right in your chest.

He reaches out, thumb brushing your hip. “I’m sorry I made you feel like a guest in your own home.”

You exhale, leaning into him just a little. “I’ll move your granola bars back.”

“I can get used to the new spot.” He grins. “I already got used to having you here.”

And just like that, the tension breaks. You fall asleep that night wrapped around him, legs tangled, heart light again.

It’s not always perfect. There are awkward mornings and mismatched schedules and learning curves you didn’t anticipate. He leaves his laundry in piles. You forget to close the cereal bag. You burn the toast. He eats it anyway.

But then there are the moments that make all of it worth it.

When you go to his games, and he looks for you in the crowd before puck drop. When he gets home late, tired and sore, and collapses onto the couch beside you with a content sigh. When he reaches for your hand without even thinking. When he kisses your shoulder in the morning just because.

One day, six months in, you’re curled up together on the couch, the quiet hum of the TV filling the room, and you murmur, “I think I loved you before we ever made that pact.”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “I know I did.”

You sit up slightly. “You knew?”

He laughs softly, brushing your hair back. “I was just waiting for you to catch up.”

Your heart beats so loud you’re sure he can hear it. You lean in, kiss him slow, like you’re finally letting yourself feel everything you’ve been holding in for years.

And it’s not about a pact anymore.

Not about convenience. Or fate. Or some college joke turned real-life vow.

It’s about love. Real, intentional, quietly consuming love.

He kisses your cheek and murmurs, “You know we still haven’t taken a honeymoon.”

You smile into his neck. “Let’s go somewhere warm. Somewhere with no schedule and no alarm clocks.”

He presses a kiss to your temple. “Wherever you go, I’m going with you.”

And you believe him. Because he always means it.

That night, you fall asleep with your wedding ring pressing warm into his chest, his arm wrapped securely around you, and not a single doubt in your heart.

Because this isn’t just something that happened.

This is something you chose.

And you’ll keep choosing it—every day, for the rest of your lives.

[jjaehyunnxie]

Tease

mean!dom!jaehyun x bratty!reader, where jaehyun clearly had enough of your teasing attitude and tries to put you back into your place.

! MDNI, lots of teases, begging, jaehyun's a little mean but also yn is asking for it.

The car ride was silent. Too silent. The only sound filling up the space between you being the roar of the engine. Jaehyun was clearly pissed. And he had all the right to be. You gave him all those suggestive looks during your romantic outing. Sucking on your straw a bit too slowly, sticking out your tongue to guide your fork to your mouth and then licking the white cream of the pasta off your lips, all while keeping that eye contact that made his pants suddenly a little too tight.

He warned you. Several times. "Keep looking at me like that, princess, and I won't go easy on you." he'd say, looking at you up through his glasses as he took a sip of his black coffee. His warning should've made a chill run through your spine, maybe make you sit up straight and fix your dress's collar that's exposing a bit too much; But really, the only thing that his low warning did was stir you up even more. Anticipation swarming in your stomach and pooled below your abdomen. Not go easy on you? What was he referring to? Were you about to be punished real bad? Maybe you should just keep going.

In your defence, he was very entertaining to tease. The way his brows would furrow, giving you those looks like he wasn't buying your innocent acts. Or the way his hands would scrunch up into fists, trying to cling to any possible thing that could distract him from the painful erection below the table. And the pure excitement blooming in your chest as you try to push him over the edge. Make him so desperate and blinded by lust and the need to just have you. Jaehyun was definitely fun to play around with.

And now, with how focused he was on the road, how his hands gripped the steering wheel and how he'd shift his hips, pushing them forward slightly to maybe ease the tightness just a bit, he was all the more tempting. How could you resist?

You gave him a soft glance, making sure he's oblivious to your plan. Then, your hand slowly sneaked up to his thigh, riding up slowly. His hips bucked forward instinctively, a shaky breath escaping his lips. "Fucking hell, woman. Do you want me to crash the car with you?" he asked through gritted teeth, trying his absolute best to keep his eyes on the road. "Why? You're too distracted?" you cooed. His foot pressed further on the acceleration pedal, his goal shifting not only from getting the two of you home, but to finally get you somewhere where he can have you all for himself, without eyes to bask in what's his.

Jaehyun's free hand grips your wrist, shoving it back in your lap before he wraps his fingers on your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. "Sit there and be a good girl until we get home, or else." he warns again, a faint smirk on his lips. He was enjoying this. But you weren't about to give up just yet. Your hands move his a bit higher, his pinky grazing over the hem of your tight skirt. He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. Then, he parks the car carefully, exiting the car in a rush. He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, giving your ass a harsh slap, which makes you yelp and giggle softly in anticipation.

"You really don't know when to stop, huh?" he says darkly, carrying you to the bedroom and tossing you on the bed. Your eyes sparkled as you saw how worked up you got him. Two of his fingers hook on his tie, pulling it undone with little resolve left. He falls over you, catching his body with his hand before he leans in, capturing your lips in a hungry and needy kiss. His tongue licked your lips, asking softly to part them. And when you do, he groans, lapping at your tongue in desperation, as if he's been starved for days.

Your hands slither to his bulge to cup it but he catches your sneaky hands with a smirk. "You fucking minx." he remarks, his voice melodically low in your ears, sending a shiver down your spine. With a swift motion, he pins your wrists above your head with his hand, his grip firm. "I think you've teased me enough, hm? It's my turn now." he growls, his fingers hooking under the bottom hem of your skirt, riding it up and exposing your damp underwear. He groans as he rubs his thumb on your inner thigh, making you tremble.

Jaehyun's eyes bask in the way your brows furrow in frustration as he purposefully makes you feel exposed without giving you what you really need. His hand reaches back up to the back of your head, pulling you into another deep kiss as his hips settle between your legs. He grinds his bulge slowly, right in between your thighs. You gasp, back arching as you try to find more friction. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To get me so hard.." he trails off, taking a deep breath to calm down his urges, "so hard I can't even think straight? This was your entire plan, right?" he accentuates his 'this' by giving your damp heat a rough thrust, the tip of his bulge pushing gently into your hole. Layers of cloth separating the two of you yet the situation was so tender and intimate, you could've come right then and there.

When he hears soft whimpers, curses and quiet 'just like that's slip from your lips, his eyes narrow, his grip on your wrists tightening with his fingers digging into your fragile hands. "Fucking hell...You really want to kill me, don't you?" he growls. With one hand, he unbuckles his belt, the clinking sound of the metal making you lick your lips. His pants fall to his knees before he throws them on the floor. Jaehyun releases your wrists, with a rough, "Strip." And you didn't have to be told twice, your fingers swiftly unzipping your skirt and pushing it down along with your pretty pink underwear, tossing it aside as it meets the same fate as his pants.

He groans at the sight of your wet pussy as he eagerly slides off his boxers as well, letting his painfully hard dick be released. "I'm gonna get my fucking revenge on you, you cunning little thing." he says through gritted teeth, rubbing the head of his cock across your slit and around your clit. You pant, your poor little cunt clenching over nothing as it just gushes over him, almost sucking him in when he grazes over your hole. "Ah-ah-ah" he says teasingly, holding your hips in place when you try to move your hips, to maybe, just maybe, make him slip inside you. You whine when you don't get what you want, wiggling in his grasp. "Are you a spoiled brat who throws tantrums when she doesn't have it her way?" he says with a displeased expression. His fingers dig into your hips. "Stay fucking still." he commands, his voice rumbling in his chest.

You freeze as he continues his torturous teasing. He sees the way you bite your lip and how your brows furrow in frustration. "Please..." you begin, the word falling a bit more needier than you intended. He raises an eyebrow, smirking, "Please what?" he asks, a little too calm for your liking. He shifts the tip of his cock to your hole, probing it gently. "Please, just..." you trail of as your chest heaves, "just put it in."

He clicks his tongue, not satisfied. "You can do better than that." he coos, leaning down to plant kisses on your collarbone and trailing them down to the bit of chest you exposed to him the whole dinner. You take a deep breath, "I'm sorry, okay? I won't do it again, I promise. But please..." you swallow hard, "you can hate me all you want but pleaseee just put it in."

He chuckles, licking his lips as he takes in your pleading face. Slowly, the tip of his dick slips in, earning a gasp from you. Expecting him to keep pushing further, you look up at him, confused. He raises his eyebrows defensively, that smug grin spread wide on his face. "What? You never specified what to put in, right?"

You groan in frustration. He's insufferable. He can see just how horny he got you, made you beg and he's still not letting you take the whole hand? He chuckles at your expression. "Besides, it's not like you deserve my whole cock yet, right? You gotta earn it, baby." Jaehyun says smoothly, his words warm and gentle, a stark contrast with how his teasing makes you lose your mind.

He continuously takes the tip out and slips it back in, never pushing it even an inch deeper. He can feel your inviting walls flutter around him and it strokes his ego so nicely. Knowing that just the head of his cock is enough to get you dripping and spasming. He looks into you eyes and basks in how sexually frustrated you're getting.

Finally having enough, you wrap your legs around his waist, puling him closer, making him slip the entire length in you. His brows furrow as he groans softly. "You fucking slut..." he breathes out through gritted teeth, propping himself up to see you better. "You want it that badly? You're that fucking desperate for my cock that you just can't wait a few more seconds?" his eyes narrow, clearly pissed, but there's a soft raise in one corner of his mouth which tells you he loves how bold you are.

His hand grips one of your thighs tightly, lifting the leg and resting it on his shoulder as he starts to pound into you. "If you're such a fucking impatient whore then take it. Take it like the good girl you are.." he groans, the wet sounds of his balls slapping against your ass with every rough thrust, the head of his cock hitting that sweet spot deliciously.

Jaehyun hums, leaning down to graze his teeth across your soft skin, biting gently. His hands unbutton your shirt, setting those plump breasts that eyed him the whole time, finally being able to squeeze them. "Fucking hell, you feel so good around me." he grunts, his fingers digging into your soft boobs.

Your hands wrap around his back, feeling that knot in your stomach getting tighter. "J-Jae..." you warn softly, but he picked up on your nearing release before you did. Your cunt fluttered around him with every thrust, clenching occasionally when he'd whisper something dirty in your ear.

"You gonna come, pretty girl? Do it. Do it, now, baby...fuck...milk my fucking cock." he grunts, his pace and steadiness never faltering. With one final hard thrust, he feels your poor little cunt clamping onto him like a vice, body shuddering under his as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. His brows knit as he releases inside of you with a low grunt. His strong hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place so you don't squirm away from the oversensitivity.

Endless praises and pleased hums escape Jaehyun's lips as he helps you ride out both of your highs, his fingers easing their clasp on the plush of your hips. "Such a good fucking girl..." he says through gritted teeth, his thrusting slowing down as you can feel it softening in you.

He pulls out slowly, your spasming hole gushing out his hot seed, making him groan softly. "Look at that..." he mumbles to himself, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your inner thighs, spreading them apart softly, letting the warm liquid pour out onto the sheets. Seeing your eyes half lidded and almost closing, he feels a surge of protectiveness. He pats you down with wet tissues, knowing you're too tired to take a shower but not wanting you to wake up with your thighs sticky. According extra care to your sensitive area, making sure to not be too rough.

Jaehyun leans in gently, his warm breath against your ear, "I love you so much. You're so great for me always.." he knows you're probably half asleep now, maybe even in dream land, but as if he didn't just show you his feelings by making love to you, he had to say it explicitly as well.

[flowery-mess]

THE FIRE WITHIN

chapter 4 (series masterlist)

Pairing: firefighter Noah x female reader

reader has a name (Theresa Monroe, but the story is written in 'your' POV)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / sexual content (oral m receiving, protected sex) / description of tragical call - death, explosion, burns / hospital / I think that's it, if there' anything else let me know!

Words: 10k

Author's note: And the main storyline of Tess and Noah is done❤️‍🩹 I'm gonna keep writing one shots for them, I already have a few ideas! Feel free to send me your thoughts and headcannons about them. I love this little universe a lot, so thank you for reading it❤️

Be aware you're reading this at your own decision, it contains sensitive topics, so please think twice before reading as I wouldn't want to cause anyone any discomfort while reading my work!

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You got back to work after one week of laying in your or Noah’s bed, pretty excited to be around people again.

You and Noah enjoyed the time you got to spend together, but it also started your first argument.

This morning your neighbour knocked on your door to tell you that she has a wet spot on her ceiling, right under your washing machine. You apologized and promised to call someone to look at it as soon as possible. But Mr. Know it all told you he can fix it. Not that you didn’t trust him, but you were in a rush to get to work on time, but he still insisted on looking at it before you leave.

You left him in the bathroom and went to pack your things. You were finishing your morning coffee when you heard loud noise and “Fuck!” followed by shits and fucking hell’s.

You found Noah covered in water and a broken pipe in his hands. He quickly covered the holes so the water wouldn’t run out, changed his clothes and finally left your apartment. The drive to the station was silent, you were mad at him and he was mad himself too.

You managed to be only half an hour late and when Nick asked you where the hell have you been you just pointed to Noah and said “Ask him.”

His hair was still wet and with a dramatic roll of his eyes he went to change in the locker room.

It wasn’t a big argument, but it was your first and you didn’t know how to act now, so you avoided Noah as much as you could.

There was a call where you had to join the crew. In the end it wasn’t anything big. Older man in his late 70s locked himself in a bedroom and didn’t come out for hours, his wife got scared and called 911. Because she was scared and panicking, they also sent you in case the man was in danger. He wasn’t, he wanted to change their door lock and when he sat down on the bed to read the manual he fell asleep.

He was telling you the story as you stood next to Noah and Jason who were repairing the broken door.

“How smart of you to read the manual first.” you said loud enough for Noah to hear.

“Hold this Jason.” Noah instructed the probie ( = a firefighter who has recently joined a department).

“Are you sure you don’t want Jason to do it? Maybe he’s not as clumsy as you are today.”

Jason looked very uncomfortable, feeling like a third wheel between you.

“You know what, why don’t you go check on Ms. Black and have tea with her?” Noah bit back.

Before you could protest, Mr. Black grabbed your shoulders and led you to their kitchen “He’s right sweetheart, let us treat you.”

The ride back was silent and back at the station you hid in your office again.

When you were packing your things you were contemplating your options, you either leave without saying bye or swallow your pride and apologize.

Before you could choose one option the door to your office opened and you saw Noah standing there. You kept staring at each other for a minute, both obviously thinking about the same thing.

He was the first one to say “I’m sorry for this morning. And for the call.”

“I’m sorry too. I know you just wanted to help and I should’ve kept my mouth shut on the call.”

“I should’ve read the manual first.” Noah said and his mouth twitched with a smile.

“You really should have.” you laughed, the picture of Noah kneeling in front of the washing machine with wet t-shirt was suddenly more funny then it was in the morning.

You took your bag and made your way to him, still between your doors.

“I’ll see you in the morning?” you whispered and put your arms around his shoulders.

“Yeah.” he brushed his nose along your cheekbone before giving you the sweetest kiss on your lips.

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Nights without Noah were always cold and lonely, but you still waltzed with a smile into the station. You met some of the guys from A shift already leaving, so you made your way to their lockers to make sure you don’t miss Noah on his way out.

“Good morning.” you smiled at him when he came out of the room.

“Morning.” he didn’t smile back.

“What’s up?” you were scared that he was still mad from yesterday.

“Cap wants to talk to us again.”

“Oh no.”

You walked together to the captain’s office like two school kids that got in trouble. He spared you the “I knock you talk.” argument when he opened the door as if he was expecting you.

“Thanks for coming, sit down.” you couldn’t read his emotions, but the atmosphere in the room spoke for itself. “I have good and bad news for you. Good news, your complaint came back, captain Wilson’s pay will be reduced for the next six months.”

You heard Noah scoff next to you, he was furious. That man risked your life and he only gets his pay cut.

“I’m gonna go straight to the point. Bad news, one of you will have to change stations.”

“What?” Noah was now sitting straight after hearing that.

“There were complaints from someone that they don’t feel safe with you working together on a call, saying you get easily distracted. You’ve been seen sneaking around the station and also having arguments on calls. That person told me they want me to do something about it and I don’t want to risk them taking it higher.”

“That’s bullshit! We don’t interact on calls and we had one argument on yesterday's call.” Noah protested. Then it hit you, Jason. He was new here and he was with you yesterday.

“I’m sorry Noah, I can’t risk my career for you. I don’t want to be the one that makes the decision, so please, let me know who’s going to leave 25 as soon as possible. You can go now.”

“But-”

“Noah.” you told him, seeing no point in arguing.

Noah followed you to your office and even by the way he walked you knew he was angry.

“He can’t do that.”

“You know he can.” you led him to your couch and when he sat down you straddled his lap.

“I like working with you.” he pouted and made puppy eyes at you.

“I like working with you too, but we knew from the beginning that this was a risky idea.” you ran your fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down. He rested his hands on your hips and made putty lips. You laughed at his childish behaviour, but leaned down to kiss his lips.

“I don’t want to decide who’s gonna leave.” he rested his forehead on yours and said between taking breaths.

“It’s gonna be me, I thought that’s obvious.” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Of course it’s going to be you.

“What do you mean?” “Noah, this is your station. Your crew, your friends. You’ve been here for years, I’m not gonna let you even think about leaving.” you stated the obvious.

“But they like you too.”

“Nuh uh, there is no room for discussion. I’m gonna ask John to switch stations with me. That way I know you’ll be in good hands. Also, he’s at 19 so I know the guys there too. And it’s still close to your place.”

“Tessa.” he felt bad, but he knew you were right. It made more sense for you to leave.

“I can still go out with you and the guys, it’s not like I’ll never see them again. Don’t make this harder than it is.” you silenced another one of his attempts to argue with kissing him again.

You rocked your hips against his and felt his grip on your waist tighten.

“What are you doing?” he had a smirk on his face when he leaned his head against the back of the couch, looking up at you.

“Using our last chance to sneak around for one more time.” you said and rolled your hips again, already feeling the bulge in Noah’s pants.

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You told your captain the decision on the same day and the guys insisted on taking you out as a member of station 25 for the last time on Friday, because you were starting at 19 on Monday.

Noah was very touchy and clingy even before you left his apartment, but he couldn’t keep his hands off of you at the bar.

His hand was either on your thigh, around your shoulders or interlocked with yours on the table. He was making heart eyes at you every time you were speaking to someone and he earned a few comments from the boys. But he didn’t mind, he wanted everyone to know he loves you.

“I think we should leave.” he whispered in your ear when you leaned into his side.

“Why so soon, lieutenant?” you teased him with his rank and your hand on his thigh.

“I think we’ll have more fun in my bed than here playing darts, hm? Let’s go.” he nudged your shoulder with his.

“Is that an order lieutenant?” he just growled in your ear and took your hand in his. He barely said bye to the guys and threw some cash on the table for your drinks. He threw the cash also at the driver of uber when he stopped in front of the building where Noah’s apartment was.

Together you moved messily through Noah’s place, clothes flying everywhere until you were both left in your underwear and in his bedroom.

“Couldn’t keep my eyes off of you, so pretty.” Noah gave you compliments when he positioned himself above you. “So pretty and all mine.” he nudged your clothed breasts with his nose, teasing you with his tongue around the hem of your bra.

“Take it off lieutenant.” you whispered into his hair and when he looked up at you his eyes were dark and full of hunger. He has a rank kink, confirmed. “Do you like it when I call you that, lieutenant Sebastian?”

He took both of your hands in his and pinned them over your head. His dick was begging to be released and you desperately wanted to touch him. But his grip on your hands remained strong and he used his other to slide your panties to the side and wet his fingers in your juices.

“So wet, all for me.” he tortured you with his fingers sliding between your folds, carefully avoiding your clit. He was looking at you squirming under him and he was enjoying himself.

“Noah, I need you.” as much as you loved his fingers and mouth on your pussy, tonight his possessiveness made you eager for his dick.

“You have to wait baby.” he continued teasing your pussy, finally applying pressure to your swollen clit. “You like that huh?”

“Yes.” you moaned in response.

He saw the way you were squirming under him and knew you’re not going to last long. He rolled your bodies over so you were on top of him. You regained your dominance and used your nails to slide down his chest, even over his sensitive nipples.

You leaned down to kiss him while he slid his underwear to the middle of his thighs.

“Ride my dick pretty girl.” pretty girl, if he was already inside you he would feel the squeezing of your walls at the nickname. You quickly pulled out a condom from the first drawer and rolled it down on Noah’s hard dick.

Your hand reached down to pull your panties more to the side and then line his cock to your entrance. You sank down and took him fully in, moaning at the feeling of stretch and fullness it gave you.

“Noah fuck.” he let you get used to it, kissed your forehead and rubbed soothing circles on your thighs. After a while he used his strong hands to start guiding your hips, moving you up and down his shaft.

“That’s it, ride my cock. Just like that.” he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. You were sitting on top of him, looking like a goddess. Your eyes were closed and mouth open, the sexiest of moans leaving your lips when he hit the sensitive spot inside you. He reached behind your back and unclasped your bra, throwing it on the floor.

He guided your hands until you were touching your boobs, squeezing them and teasing your nipples.

“Feels good huh?” Noah asked you when he noticed your fingers playing with your nipples. He liked this position, fully inside you with the best view.

“Noah I’m close.” you dropped your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself before quickening your pace. Noah’s hips met you halfway, lifting himself from the bed so he could see you fall apart on his dick.

“Let go, I got you pretty girl.” he encouraged you and you felt his fingers on your clit. It didn’t take more than five strokes and you were spasming around him. Your legs were shaking from the intense orgasm and Noah was still fucking into you.

He grabbed you by your neck and pulled you down to kiss you. As he gave you messy kisses you felt him cum. You continued moving your hips slowly to ride your orgasms out until he stopped you from being too sensitive.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” he whispered to your ear when you collapsed next to him.

He carried you to the shower and made sure to wash every inch of your body. You had those three words on the tip of your tongue when you saw his focused face on washing your hair, his fingers softly massaging your scalp, careful not to hurt you.

“I’m so tired.” you said instead, leaning your head against his chest.

“Almost done here.” he rinsed the shampoo out of your hair and then wrapped you in a big black towel.

In silence you both did your night routine by the sink, enjoying the domestic side of your relationship.

You felt like you wouldn’t fall asleep if you finally didn’t tell him your feelings. You took his phone out of his hands and laid it next to him. You weren’t scared, you didn’t need him to say it back immediately, you just wanted him to know.

“Noah I want you to know that you make me really happy, I feel like the happiest girl on earth when I’m with you.” you leaned your forehead against his and his lips turned into the cutest smile. He knew what was about to happen.

“Noah I,” you couldn’t keep eye contact and your breath was shaky.

“Say it.” he encouraged you with a smile. “I wanna hear it.”

You playfully smacked his chest for ruining the moment, except he didn’t, it was perfect.

“Noah, I love you.” the weight lifted from your shoulders and you could breathe again.

“Again.” he begged you.

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you Noah.” you laughed at his happy face, squeezing his cheeks and giving him kisses. He let you kiss him until he was ready to say it back.

“I love you too, pretty girl.” you felt butterflies in your stomach. You were giggling so much that your cheeks started to hurt and you hid your face in the skin of his chest.

“And,” he lifted your head so he could see your face, “I have one more thing to say. I don’t want you to feel any pressure and if you say no I’ll understand.” now he looked very nervous. “Wouldn’t you like to move in with me? I was thinking and it’s closer to your station and we wouldn’t have to keep moving things between our places and-”

“Yes.” you answered.

“Yes?”

“Yes.” 

“This is the best night ever.” you laughed at him when he threw his fist in the air, a gesture of happiness of a little kid.

After making plans for the next few days, when you’re going to move your things to his place and saying I love you a few more times, you fell asleep in the arms of a man who loves you.

—

Living with Noah was a dream. He let you rearrange some stuff saying that it’s your home now too. You had to do grocery shopping together, cooking, cleaning and anything else that comes with living with your partner.

Your favorite moments were cosy nights in. Just like today. Noah had a day off so he picked you up at work and you went to grab some groceries.

At home you started cooking dinner while Noah prepared the living room for a game and movie night. He put blankets and pillows on the sofa, making it snuggly and comfy. You both had your own “places” at the sofa, Noah’s corner was usually the place where you both ended up cuddling together.

After finishing dinner you played Mario kart together, something that Noah taught you.

“I wanna win too!” you sighed when your character finished right behind Noah’s.

“You can still win, it was just the first race.”

“But it’s not fair, you’re too good at this.” you never played games like these before, so you admitted you were bad at it. Noah didn’t care, he was just happy to have someone to play with him.

“Don’t give up.”

At the start of the next race you noticed Noah didn’t move his character and waited.

“Why are you giving me time, you’re still gonna win.” you shrugged your shoulders stating the obvious.

“You never know.”

“I don’t wanna win this way.” you focused on moving your character as fast as possible, but when Noah’s character passed by you you threw your arms in the air dramatically.

You finished second, right after Noah.

“But you’re second baby!” Noah laughed at your pout.

“I don’t like being second.” you tried to hold your laugh in, but failed when Noah looked at you over his shoulder.

“Let’s watch the movie.”

“We’re never gonna watch a movie I want, because you’re gonna win every time.”

“I’m gonna teach you how to win, don't worry.” he kissed your forehead and pulled you into his side.

It was Friday so you didn’t have to worry about setting an alarm for the next day. You fell asleep on the couch, bodies tangled together in a way you’re both gonna end up with hurting backs, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

—

“Attention station 19! Multi-vehicle accident on Highway 25. Hazardous materials involved, possible fire, multiple victims. All units respond. Hazmat team is on the way.”

Your pager started screaming at you, telling you you’re going on the call too.

After almost a month at 19 you felt like part of the team and your cooperation on calls was smooth. John told them about you, only good things, so they gave you a warm welcome. You went out with them a few times, which were the times you missed 25 the most, but you were always welcomed to join them too.

“Tessa in the engine.” you followed your captains orders and climbed inside the big truck. You left the station in less than 5 minutes after receiving the call and you were already making a plan with your partner on how you’re going to assess the scene.

“If we’re first on the scene we take the lead and you’ll be the commander.” Travis, your partner for the day, told you. “If other stations are there first we’ll just follow their orders.”

“Agreed.” you nodded and zipped up the big jacket with your name on it.

You felt the adrenaline in your body. You felt weird, like if something was wrong. You never had a good feeling when it came to hazardous materials on scene, especially when there were wrecked cars that could explode any minute.

Reaching the scene you saw chaos. There were already a few trucks from different stations, you managed to catch one of the trucks that had 25 on it. Blue and red lights lightened up the scene, at least two dozens of firefighters running around and around 6 cars crashed within each other. Then you saw the big lorry laying on its side in a pool of fluid leaking from its back.

Your stomach twisted at the sight, you were worried for those who were still trapped in the cars.

After you opened the door, you could hear the chaos. There were people crying, screaming, begging to be saved. Orders were being shouted and the loud sirens didn’t help to ease the situation.

Noah is at work today, he must be somewhere here too, running around or getting someone from the crashed vehicle with the jaws of life. You wanted to find him and tell him to be safe, but you knew you couldn't do that. Your priority now was to help those who needed it and after you saw bodies in black plastic bags you knew it won’t be easy.

“Tess? You hear me?” Travises voice took you out of your safe bubble.

“Yeah sorry.”

“There were few casualties, there are still some people trapped in those cars. We were sent to the medical tent to treat those who were saved.”

“Sure, let’s go.” you shook off the bad feeling of your shoulders and ran in the direction of the medical tent.

Your heart hurt for the crying and bleeding people you saw. Every single person was injured, even if it was just a small scratch. There were kids who were crying for their parents. It was a heartbreaking sight.

“Hi, I’m Tessa and I’m gonna help you now, okay?” you dropped on your knees in front of a woman who couldn’t be more than 30. “Are you hurt? Do you need medical attention?” she was holding a blanket over her shoulders and her eyes couldn’t stop staring at the disaster happening in front of her.

“No.” she said and you could barely hear her.

“Were you alone in your car?” you had to find out how she was affected to know how to treat her.

“No.” another one word answer, but it was okay. She was in shock so even one word was a success.

“Who was with you?” you rubbed your hands up and down her arms, trying to calm her down, but it seemed like she didn’t even notice the gesture.

“My husband.” she said in a voice full of pain. “He’s dead.” she kept staring somewhere behind you.

“Was he transferred to hospital?” you needed to be sure of her husband’s condition before you talked about him as a dead person. She could see him injured and thought he was dead, when in fact he could have already been on a hospital table.

“He’s dead.” she repeated.

“What’s his name?”

“Derek.”

“And yours?”

“Shannon.”

“Okay Shannon, I’m gonna find out if Derek was in one of the ambulances for you.” you were about to stand up when she grabbed your hand.

“He’s dead. He’s in the black bag. I saw him.” and for the first time since you approached her she started crying. Tears were running down her cheeks and she started hyperventilating. She couldn’t take a breath in and when her eyes rolled to the back of her head you called a doctor over. She lost consciousness and had to be transferred to the hospital.

You had to do your job, you couldn’t be shaken up by something like this, you trained for this. But you couldn’t stop from turning around and watching the scene. More bodies were covered by the black plastic now. Tragic, this was just tragic.

In the sea of moving bodies you saw “SEBASTIAN” and you felt relief. He was okay. He was working on getting other people out of those cars.

You turned back and made your way to another woman, this time an older one.

“I’m okay sweetheart. My husband is okay too, he’s over there.” she pointed to the left where you saw an older man getting his hand treated for some minor cuts.

“Do you need anything? Blanket? Water?”

“No, there are others that need your help.” after you made sure one more time she was okay, you went to talk to a teenage boy sitting next to her.

“Hey, what's your name?” you smiled at him.

But before he could tell you that information there was a loud explosion. Everyone started to panic and a new wave of screams filled the tight space.

You turned around and saw that one of the cars exploded and the liquid caught on fire.

Your eyes scanned all of the firefighters who were running around trying to extinguish the fire, desperately searching Noah’s name. Last time you saw him he was standing next to the black car, which was now on fire.

“No. No, no, no, no.” you repeated. You felt your breath quicken and before you could think you started walking in the direction of the fire.

Karlsson. Ruffilo. Hughes. Bennett. Meyers. Carter. Those and more you could see, but the name you wanted to find the most was still nowhere to be found.

“Where are you going?” your captain caught you by your arm before you were too close to the fire.

“Noah.” you couldn’t get anything else out of your mouth.

“Monroe stand back. Get back to your job.” but you couldn’t move. Your eyes still searched for any signs of Noah and you couldn’t move.

“Monroe! You have a job to do!” he yelled in your ear. He knew you and Noah were in a relationship, but he didn’t care. You were here to do your job which you currently failed to do.

“I need to know if he’s okay.” you managed to say a full sentence.

“The only thing you need to do is your job.”

“He was standing next to the car. Just tell me he’s okay.” you begged him and tried hard not to cry.

“I will when I find out. Go back to do your job.” he repeated his orders again, but then you saw it. You saw Noah’s jacket laying next to the car and his unconscious body carried by two other men.

“Noah!” you screamed and your feet started moving on their own.

“Move! Move! Move!” the firefighter who was holding Noah’s shoulders yelled for everyone who got in their way. The paramedics were running to meet them in the safe zone with stretcher where his big body barely fit. You saw more firefighters in the same state as Noah being pulled out of the fire.

“Tessa don’t.” you heard a familiar voice behind you. You knew it was Nick without even turning around, but you couldn’t tear your eyes off Noah's body.

His eyes were closed, but his chest was going up and down, that was a good sign. Your eyes slid down to his arms and you saw burns on his skin. Some were small, but one was big, red and bleeding.

“Oh my god.” once again you couldn’t move as if you coming closer to him would hurt him even more. “Oh my god.” you cried out again.

“He needs to go to the hospital Tessa. Let them work.” Nick’s hand took yours and he tried to take you somewhere else.

“I wanna go with him.” you tried to walk towards Noah, but Nick pulled you back.

“You know you can’t.” he told you and you just stood there, watching Noah being loaded in an ambulance. Once the sirens were on and the vehicle started moving, you broke down.

“Monroe, get your ass in the truck. You’re done here.” your captain who was obviously angry yelled at you. Nick helped you to stand up, but his hands were needed with the fire.

You ran off to your truck and closed yourself inside, blocking off the sounds of tragedy. You could see Noah’s body in front of you even if you closed your eyes. You cried and cried until there were no more tears.

You failed. You failed your job, your captain, your team, you failed Noah. You knew what happened today was not going to be overlooked. That was unprofessional and if you just ruined your career, then so be it. You wanted nothing more than to know if Noah was okay. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

—

8 hours later you were finally back at the station. Everyone was silent after witnessing that kind of call. It was way past your work time and you just wanted to leave and go to the hospital.

“Monroe, my office, now.” you followed your captain, knowing that whatever was coming was unavoidable.

He closed the door behind you and started walking back and forth, meanwhile you just stood there.

“What the hell was that? Explain to me what was that supposed to mean? You were sent to a different station because of your relationship and now you do this? What do you think is gonna happen?”

You remained silent with your eyes fixed on the floor of his office.

“Can you say something?” he pushed again.

“I’m sorry sir.” was all you could say. You were sorry for your performance on the scene, you knew you did everything wrong, but you couldn’t take anything back now.

“You’re on suspension from now on until I call you to come back.”

“Yes sir.” and with that you left his office. You took off your gear and left the station still in your uniform. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone and went straight for your car.

Inside you finally felt like you could finally breathe and process what happened. Another wave of crying hit you and your head hit the steering wheel. You felt exhausted, physically and emotionally.

You probably just ruined your career and you still didn’t know if Noah was okay.

The thought of Noah made you pull yourself together and start the car, leaving the station and speeding to the closest hospital.

—

You always hated hospitals since you were a kid. Being in hospital never meant any good. You moved like a ghost in the direction the receptionist told you until you saw Nick sitting in the waiting room.

When he noticed you he stood up and opened his arms. You needed a hug and it seemed like he needed one too. You let his strong arms hold your tired body, keeping you from collapsing right there on the floor.

“He’s okay Tess. He’s okay.” he kept repeating.

“Is his hand okay?”

“That burn was deep and it will take time to heal, but once it does he should be okay. He has a few smaller burns and bruises from the pressure of the explosion. He woke up in the ambulance and other than the burns he seemed okay. He was lucky.”

“When can we see him?”

“When they’re finished treating the burn they’ll let us know.”

After that Nick sat you down next to him and you waited together for the doctor to let you in Noah’s room.

—

“Are you here for Mr. Sebastian?” after more than an hour a doctor finally came for you. He took you to Noah’s room and told you that he needs to rest so you should make it quick.

You were preparing yourself for the worst, being in this situation for the first time ever. You never imagined what it would feel like visiting your firefighter boyfriend in hospital, even if you knew the nature of the job.

Nick opened the door and stepped in first, you followed in complete silence.

Noah was laying on the white hospital bed with eyes closed, but when he heard someone come in his eyes shot open. You didn’t see any dirt and ashes on his body, they probably wiped all of it from his skin when they treated his injuries. He was shirtless, probably only in his underwear. His body was covered with a blanket up to his chest so you could see the bandages around his arms.

“Man, you scared the shit out of me.” Nick let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and stood on one side of the bed, you took the other one.

Noah let out a small laugh, but his eyes remained on you. His gaze softened when he saw your red eyes and wet cheeks.

“Come here.” he patted the bed next to him and you sat down.

“Oh Noah.” another wave of tears spilled from your eyes when you saw the blood leaking through the bandage at one particular place where his biggest wound was.

“I’m fine, okay? I’m fine.” he reassured you and tried to lift his hand to touch you, but it was hard and painful.

“Can you give us a moment?” Noah asked Nick who just nodded and left the room.

“Come here pretty girl.” Noah lifted his right hand and motioned for you to lay on his chest.

“You’re hurt Noah.” you protested.

“Cuddles will heal me.” it made you laugh, a good sign that his sense of humor didn’t leave him.

You slowly and carefully maneuvered your body to lay down, his bandaged arm around you pulling you closer to him.

“I’m sorry for scaring you.” he whispered.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“No, but I know how it feels to see you hurt on call. So I’m sorry you had to see it.”

“Are you in a lot of pain?” 

“I’m doped with pain killers, so not now. I saw the burns and it's not that bad. The one on my left hand is deep, but not big. Doctor told me I’ll be out for a month, that sucks. The other ones are small and I'll probably have a few bruises from the fall. I’ll be okay.” he kissed the top of your head.

You lifted yourself so you could look at his face. He was tired and you could still see some dirt around his eyes, but he was still beautiful. His warm brown eyes looked at you with affection and love.

“But I’ll need you to bring me some clothes.”

“Oh yeah sure. Whatever you need.” you smiled at him and cupped his cheek. Your fingers traced his cheekbone and then his lips. You wanted to kiss him so bad, but you were scared you’re gonna hurt him.

“Can I kiss you?” you asked.

“Of course you can kiss me.” he laughed, finding your question ridiculous and pulled you down so he could capture your lips with his.

It was a sweet slow kiss, filled with all of the unspoken words that you both held inside.

Just as you pulled away to get some air the door to his door opened and the doctor came in. You quickly stood up from the bed and shook his hand.

“So Mr. Sebastian has burns on both of his arms. His body suffered a hard fall so we expect bruises mainly on his torso to show in the next few days. We’re gonna keep him here for two days and then he’ll be able to come home. He should be able to do almost everything by himself, but he’ll need help with changing the bandages on his wounds.” the doctor gave you instructions and you nodded your head, taking everything in. “I’m gonna ask you two to leave as soon as you can today. You can come see Mr. Sebastian tomorrow during visiting hours. If you’re gonna bring him some personal items and clothes, leave it with the nurses. Do you have any questions?” after you all nodded no the doctor left.

“Well I’m gonna give you two a minute before he kicks you out.” you pointed to Nick, “What do you want me to bring from home?”

“Just some clothes, a toothbrush and my phone.”

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah.” you leaned down to give him one last kiss before you left the room.

—

“I’m bored.”

Your phone buzzed on the kitchen table. After you dropped Noah’s things off back at the hospital he hasn't stopped texting you and telling you that he’s bored.

“I should’ve brought you a book.”

“Have you ever seen me read a book?”

“There's a first time for everything.”

“I’ll pass.”

You rolled your eyes and cuddled more into the sheets that were already covering your body. You were tired, exhausted. Your body and heart hurt and you felt alone in your big bed without Noah.

You kept thinking about what your captain told you and how you’re going to tell Noah.

“Are you asleep?”

Another message from him.

“Almost.”

“Nooo, don’t leave me.”

“I’m tired Noah, you should get some sleep too.”

“You sound like the nurses.”

“They’re right.”

“Okay… good night then pretty girl.”

“Good night Noah, I love you.”

“I love you more.”

You put your phone on the nightstand and fell asleep the second you closed your eyes.

—

After two days of visiting Noah at the hospital you finally got to take him home. So far you avoided any questions about work, but you knew you couldn’t do that forever.

You picked up all the supplies from the pharmacy and left to go home.

“Can we order some food please? That shit was disgusting.” you felt like you picked up a child, he was bouncing with joy when he got to leave the hospital bed, telling you about how he can’t wait to play Mario Kart with you, because he was so bored and he sent you pictures of every meal with disgusted emoji.

“Sure, what do you want?” but how could you say no to him?

The first week was great, you enjoyed the time spent together with cooking and playing games or going on walks. Noah’s burns got better and you helped him clean them every night. The bruises on his body were finally fading and he wasn’t in so much pain anymore. Everything was great, except it wasn’t. You told him you took some time off so you could take care of him. You lied to him and you hated yourself for it, but you didn’t want him to worry about that.

It all took a turn when day nine came around. You were together 24/7, it was only a matter of time until you had an argument.

“Let me do it Noah.” you saw him cooking a dinner, but you heard him hiss in pain when he reached for something that was high and he had to lift his arm.

“I can do it.”

“You’re hurt.”

“Let me do it.” you stood in silence and watched him stir the pot. He went to put the box back on the shelf, but while doing it he groaned and the box fell on the ground.

“I told you you shouldn’t do it.” you muttered under your breath and went to pick the box up.

“I’ll put it back.” he reached his hand for the box, but you pulled away.

“No you won’t.”

“Give me the damn box.” you could see the frustration building inside of him. After a week of being taken care of he wanted to do something himself.

“Noah it hurts you to lift your arm this high, I’ll put it back.” he threw the spoon in the sink and turned around to walk away, but then you noticed a red spot on the bandage. “You’re bleeding, let me-”

He pushed your hands away and told you “I can do it.” before he locked himself in the bathroom.

You tried not to cry, he didn’t mean it. You two were just getting in each other’s hair after the time spent together. You occupied your mind with cleaning the kitchen and finishing the food.

When you heard “Fucks sake.” for the fifth time you gathered your courage and went to knock on the bathroom door.

“Can I help you?” there was a silence, you almost turned around and left the door, but you heard the lock and then the door opened.

Noah stood in front of you, shirtless and with glassy eyes. Neither of you said anything, you moved in sync like every night when you were cleaning his burns.

He sat down on the edge of your bath and let you do the work. His head was hanging low and you wanted to pick it up and kiss his face until the sadness would go away.

“I’m sorry.” he apologized.

“I’m sorry too.”

“I just wanted to do something for you. You take care of me and I wanted to treat you back.”

“I know baby, it’s fine. I appreciate it and I’m sorry too, I should’ve let you.” you finished cleaning his arms and putting fresh clean bandages over it. After that you cupped his face in your hands and he opened his legs to give you a room to come closer.

You brushed your nose along his, enjoying the heat from his body and the feeling of his hands that sneaked under your t-shirt.

“I love you.” you whispered against his lips before kissing him.

He pulled you closer to him, his grip on you firm. You haven’t been intimate since he came back home, you were too scared you’re going to hurt him, but you missed his touch.

“I love you.” he said before deepening the kiss.

His hands slid down under your ass to pull you even closer and then reached under your shorts to caress the soft skin of your ass. When he squeezed his hands on your soft skin you opened your mouth and a silent moan left your lips.

“I missed you.” you confessed.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” he stood up from the bath that he was still sitting on. You left the medical supplies untouched, leaving the mess behind as you closed the door.

“Lay down.” you instructed Noah. You planned to let him enjoy tonight, maybe as an apology from the kitchen argument.

“I’m fine baby.” he was scared you’re going to treat him like he’s made of glass for the rest of your lives.

“Just lay down.”

So he did, his big shirtless body was displayed for you on your shared bed and you crawled up his body until you were sitting on his waist.

You leaned down and started planting kisses on his skin. You started with slow and open mouthed kisses on his neck, kissing his pulse point for a second longer than other places. Then you continued to his chest where you could hear his quickening heartbeat from your touch. His skin was soft and warm, feeling like home. You carefully took his arms in your hands and planted the softest kisses over his red scares, wishing you could take away all of his pain. Noah closed his eyes and enjoyed your touch.

You moved even lower to the waistband of his shorts and underwear. You left kisses along the line before you took both pieces of clothes off.

He was laying there, looking like a perfect sculpture. His brows were furrowed a bit and his mouth was open from the sensation of your touch.

You wrapped your hand around his semi hard dick and heard him take a sharp breath. Your thumb brushed over his tip a few times before you took him in your mouth. The warmth of your mouth got Noah lifting his hips and thrusting into your mouth and you let him. You wanted him to feel good and you were determined to do anything for him. He fucked your mouth for a while and then stayed still, letting you move your head and tease him with your tongue. Your saliva was dripping all over him, mixing with the precum that was leaking from his red tip.

Noah’s hand was in your hair and he was letting out silent grunts and moans, enjoying this intimity after not being touched for more than a week.

You quickened your pace when you felt his thigh muscles twitch under your touch, a sign that he was close. You let him fuck your mouth again, this time his grip in your hair was stronger and his thrusts were uneven.

“Fuck, I’m close.” he grunted, with his eyes still closed.

His legs started shaking and not long after you felt him cum in your mouth. You swallowed everything and continued moving your mouth up until he became oversensitive and grabbed you by your chin to bring you up.

When your faces were at the same level he kissed you, it was messy and dirty, but you both wanted nothing less.

You were quick to take off all of your clothes, feeling needy to feel his hands on your skin.

His right hand slid down between your bodies to your core, your head falling at Noah’s shoulder at the touch.

“So wet, I didn’t even touch you yet.” he chuckled in your ear, the warmth of his breath only adding to the sensation you were feeling.

“Noah.” you moaned, rocking your hips to ride his hand. “I need you.”

“Then take me, pretty girl.” you got off his lap to grab a condom from your nightstand, meanwhile Noah moved on the bed so his back was against the headboard. He wanted to take you hard, but he knew his burns were still sensitive and you being on top was a safer option.

You rolled the condom down Noah’s length and dragged it through your folds to get it wet. You sank down on him and felt the stretch from his size. Your foreheads were touching and you were both getting used to the feeling of him being inside you again. Noah was the first one to connect your lips, leaving no room for soft and cute kisses. You felt his teeth sink into the skin of your lips, silently begging you to start moving.

You lifted your hips and then sank back down, Noah’s moan was swallowed by your kiss and you started moving in steady movements.

“My pretty girl, so fucking pretty.” Noah worshiped you and your body, leaning back against the headboard so he could see you whole. Your eyes were watching him watching you, the passion he had in his eyes when he looked at your body had you squeeze your walls around him.

“Oh Noah.” you moaned his name when he started bucking his hips up to meet yours. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, completely mesmerized by your facial expressions and the sounds that were leaving your mouth.

You were like his drug, he just couldn’t get enough, he wanted more and more.

He knew he was not going to last long, not after not feeling your warm and welcoming pussy around him for that long. He licked his own fingers and sneaked them down to your clit. He started rubbing small but quick circles on it and used his other hand to bring you down for a kiss.

You were moaning into each other's mouth, the pace of your hip movements became unsteady as you wanted to reach your highs together.

“Noah, fuck!” you grabbed his shoulder to stabilize yourself, feeling the burning pain in your legs, but not even that could stop you from fucking Noah quicker.

“Yeah baby, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” he begged you.

His fingers spread your wetness around your clit in skilled movements and suddenly you felt the heat take over your body. You fucked yourself through your orgasm, moaning Noah’s name over and over until he stopped your hips with a strong grip.

In your ecstasy you didn’t even notice Noah came too, until you felt his legs shaking under you.

“I missed this so much.” you admitted, still being full of Noah’s softening cock.

“Me too.” he kissed your forehead before tucking your head under his chin.

You laid like that for some more, in silence enjoying the moment.

—

When you were falling asleep in Noah’s arms you couldn’t stop thinking about your suspension. You still haven’t told Noah and felt bad.

He was laying behind you with his arms around your waist and you contemplated if you should ruin the moment or wait for the next day.

Like if he could read your mind he asked “What are you thinking about?” in a whisper.

You looked out of the window, looking at the moon that was lighting up your bedroom and thought about an answer.

“Noah, I have to tell you something.” you turned around in his arms so you were facing him. The darkness made it easier for you to tell him, but you still knew he was going to be mad that you kept it from him.

“Yeah?” his eyes were still closed, ready to fall asleep.

“I didn’t take days off from work, I’m on suspension.” now it was you who closed your eyes, not wanting to see the look in Noah’s eyes.

“What?”

“After that call I was called in the captain's office and he told me that after I failed to do my job even after I changed stations that I’m on suspension until he calls me back to work. I don’t know what he’s gonna do, but it’s my fault, so I’m ready for everything.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I didn’t want to worry you with that when you were hurt.” you looked at him, his face neutral. “Are you angry?”

“I don’t know, you should have told me.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“We’re together in this, okay? It’s my fault too.”

“No, I’m not gonna let you do that. It’s only my fault. I should have been a professional and kept my emotions aside. I broke down and was sent to wait in the car. I wasn’t able to do my job. You did your job, it’s not your fault.” that’s what you were scared of, that Noah is going to blame himself for your mistake.

“Did you hear anything from him?”

“Not yet, but I was thinking about going to see him tomorrow.”

“And tell him what?” now that was the hardest part you tried to avoid.

You had time to think about everything now that you were home. You love your job, you really do, but you feel like you can’t have both, a great job and working relationship with another firefighter. You knew it was a bad idea from the beginning, but you never thought you’d fall for Noah this hard.

But it’s not just about him, you were scared that things like this are going to happen again and you knew that no matter how hard you’d try, you couldn’t keep being professional if you saw Noah hurt in front of your own eyes.

You thought about changing areas and starting working at a completely new station, but that would only complicate things like your living situation and time spent together.

“Promise me you’re gonna hear me out before saying something.”

“I promise.”

“And promise you won’t get angry.”

“I promise.”

“Noah, I, I was thinking about everything and us working for the FD and being in a relationship will never work. Even if we don’t work at the same station we’re still gonna see each other on calls and we both know that if the other one gets hurt it will end just like this last call.” you paused to take a breath and saw the look on Noah’s face.

“Are you breaking up with me?” he rushed the words out, scared that that’s exactly what you’re doing.

“What? Oh my god no.” you cupped his cheeks and softened your eyes at his worried look. “I’m not breaking up with you baby. Let me finish, okay?” he put his hand over yours and nodded for you to continue.

“I thought about changing areas, but you know better than anyone that that would complicate things for us. We would have to move to be close to both of our jobs and there would be less time that we could be spending together. So I started looking at other possibilities in my field and I found some really good job opportunities. I’m thinking about quitting fire therapy and finding a different job.”

“No, I don’t want you to quit your dream job because of me.”

“I’m not quitting because of you Noah, I want to.”

“What if I quit? So you could stay.”

“Hell no. What would you do? Do you have a plan B? Noah I have many options with my degree, I can change fields if I want to. You love the job, I actually don’t mind quitting that much. I promise.” you whispered the last part against his lips, hoping he won’t protest more.

“I’d understand if you wanted to break up and choose your career.”

“Oh yeah because seeing you on calls after break up would make any difference.” he finally laughed, seeing that if you were able to joke about it, it wasn’t as hurtful for you as he thought.

“You already made up your mind, didn’t you?” he rubbed his nose against yours.

“I did.” you kissed his lips and finally felt like you could fall asleep without holding any secrets from him.

—

The next day you did exactly what you told Noah. You walked into the captain's office with resignation papers in your hands. You two talked for an hour, he told you he was sorry for his reaction the day of the call, but that things like this can’t happen. He told you he understands why you reacted the way you did, but that’s exactly why they don’t prefer relationships within the FD. He also told you that he’s sorry to see you go, because you’re good at your job, but that everyone will respect your decision and that you’re always welcomed at the station any time.

Saying goodbye to the crew was harder, those guys became your friends and you’re going to miss them. They treated you as equal and you felt like you found a new group of friends.

You cried on your way back home and then some more to Noah when he opened the door for you. 

“Okay, time to stop crying and find me a new job.” you wiped your own tears and Noah laughed at the sudden change.

“Are you nervous from the interview tomorrow?”

“Not really. She told me that she’s heard only good things about me and that it’s more of a formal thing.”

There’s an open spot for a therapist at the centre where your best friend works. She already told her boss about you and she said she’d be more than happy to have you join their team.

“I got invited to another one on Friday, it’s for a therapist at primary school.”

“Oh really? Is that something you’d prefer?” Noah played with your hair as you laid in his lap.

“I think so. Kids are way more fun to work with than adults.” Noah laughed and remembered the open day and his minions. “But kids therapy is harder tho. But it would be a new challenge for me. I think I’d like that more.”

“I know you can do it. You’re the best.”

You laughed at his affection, but appreciated his support.

—

*one month later*

“God I’m so tired.” you kicked the door closed behind you and then followed Noah in your shared kitchen.

“What did Jake do this time?” Noah laughed, knowing who was behind your headache.

You started working at the primary school very quickly after the interview. They were very excited to have you with your education and work experience. Your main tasks were to be available for private sessions with students, parents and teachers and also you had few lessons a week where you talked and teached about mental health.

Jake was a 8 year old kid who gave you a headache regularly, but Noah found the stories funny. Being in the middle of a class and having an 8 year old making fun of you was harder to handle than a bunch of adults. It was always playful, you joked with him back, but god was he tiring.

“He was calling me Theresa today and told me that I can call him Jacob so we’re even. And then he kept telling silly jokes so no one else was focused and they laughed at his jokes.”

“Tell me the jokes.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re gonna say they’re funny and tell me you love that kid, just like you always do.” you groaned and Noah laughed more. He always says that he can’t wait to meet him one day. He also said that you have to make sure to invite him for a career day, so he can become friends with Jake. He was overly confident that Jake wouldn’t make fun of him too.

“Come on, tell me.” he made a puppy eyes at you.

“Why don’t skeletons don’t fight each other?”

“I don’t know, why?”

“Because they don’t have the guts.” you finished with a serious face and saw the way Noah was holding a laugh.

“Listen baby, the joke is not funny, but if I imagine you standing in front of all the little devils that laugh at it and you make that cute little pout you always do when things don’t go the way you want, that is a little bit funny.” Noah closed the gap between you and put his arms around you.

“So now you’re just making fun of me?” you mumbled against his chest.

“How about you take a shower and then I’ll give you a head massage so you can forget Jake until Monday? Will you forgive me?”

“Yes please.” you nodded frantically against Noah’s chest before standing up and leaving him in the kitchen to also make you some dinner.

—

“My mom asked about you yesterday.” Noah said casually when you two sat on your couch with plates in your hands.

“What did she ask about?”

“When I’m gonna introduce you to her.” you shot a look at Noah, scared one.

“I’m scared of meeting your parents!” “Why?”

“Because they’re your parents.” obviously, right?

“I'm not scared of meeting your parents.” he shrugged his shoulders.

“Of course you’re not, you’re a firefighter you know you’re gonna wrap them around your finger.”

“And you don’t think you’re not gonna wrap my mom around your finger when you tell her you work with kids? She’s not gonna stop talking about grandkids so be prepared.”

“Grandkids? You know you’re not exactly helping me to calm down.”

“I’m sure she wants like 10 of them.”

“10???”

“Relax, I’m just joking. You don’t have to meet them until you’re ready.” he put your empty plate on the table and pulled you into him.

Everything was going fine with you and Noah. He was finally back at work and you agreed to take the next step and move to a bigger place. You were currently searching for the right place that you two would love.

You enjoyed this new harmony between you after you quit FD. And you actually couldn’t wait to take Noah to your job for a career day.

“Do you want kids?” you lifted your head to look at Noah who’s eyes were fixed on the tv screen.

“Yeah. You?”

“Me too. How many do you want?” he looked down at you and smiled.

“How about enough to have a full shift for a station?”

“So you’re crazy just like your mom?”

He enjoyed making those harmless jokes on you, but then turned serious.

“I don’t know, I’m okay with the number you want.” he gave you a sweet kiss and then turned his attention back to the TV.

You tried to focus on the movie too, but all you could think about was how crazy you were in love with this man, that you’d probably give him enough kids so he could have his own A shift at work if he asked you to.

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a/n: two fics in one day from me is kinda crazyyy. anywho, this is literally just clingy, fluffy pablo 😔🙏 genre: fluff/comfort warnings: pablo throwing up (nothing graphic though) and generally being sick and cute.

You had just walked in from doing the weekly groceries when you heard a groan and then a gag came from upstairs. Immediately concerned, you put the bags down on the counter and make your way up to your ensuite. “Pablo? ¿Estás bien (are you okay)?” you call, as you hike the stairs. In response, all you get is some more groaning a gag, and then him throwing up. Making it to the bathroom, you discover him looking horrible, hair messy, dark circles under his eyes, pale face, slightly shaky hands, and currently puking, he’s clearly not well.

You quickly drop down to the floor next to him, rubbing his back until he lifts his head from the toilet bowl once more. “Amor (love)?” You prompt gently, trying to get him to answer with words. Instead, you get something of a whine or a whimper and then he lets himself fall into you, tucking his head under your chin. “What’s wrong? Why are you being sick?” He gives you a fairly pathetic shrug, and a non-committal murmur of, “I think I just ate something bad.” Raising an eyebrow, you look down at the clearly very unwell boyfriend in your arms. “You sure? You seem pretty out of it.” He nods and tries to cuddle into you, and you can tell that he’s tired. “Are done being sick? If you are, then we can get you into bed.” Another nod. You help him off the floor, flushing the toilet and supporting him back out to the bedroom, where you discover that he had clearly vomited in bed before making it to the toilet. 

Seeing that you’ve noticed it, he almost looks like he wants to cry with the way he looks up at you. “Lo siento (i'm sorry). I didn’t mean to. I just didn’t get up in time.” he whispers guilty. You frown and cup his cheek in your hand. “Don’t be sorry, I know you didn’t do it on purpose. I just gotta change the sheets real quick. No big deal, vale (okay)?” you tell him softly, your words nothing but gentle and loving. 

Considering the bed is currently out of action, you manage to help the weak man down the stairs and get him to the couch, with a ‘just in case’ bucket sitting beside him. 

You head back up to sort the sheets, and when you come back down 15 minutes later, you discover he’s fallen asleep, which isn’t too surprising, considering how tired he seemed before. 

Carefully running a hand through his hair as you perch beside him on the edge of the couch, your face creases with worry. You feel the heat radiating off his forehead, but he’s shivering. Definitely sick. 

You wake him a couple of hours later to see if he’s feeling any better. You offer to help him up to the bed, but he shakes his head and says he only wants you. So he gets you.

You snuggle in next to him on the couch and let him climb on top of you, so you’re laying stomach to stomach, and he buries his face in the side of your neck. “Do you think you can tell me what’s really wrong, mi alma (my soul)?” You ask gently. “I think… maybe… I got the gastroenteritis Pedri had. But… I don’t wanna miss the match on Sunday.” he replies quietly. 

So that’s it. He is sick, he just doesn't want to admit it as to not miss the match. “Mi pobre bebe (my poor baby),” you murmur to him quietly, rubbing your hand up and down his back.

“Do you think you could eat anything? Something plain. Crackers maybe?” you offer. He nods but is reluctant to let you go when you get up to the kitchen. 

You return with a plate of salted crackers and a topping-less piece of toast. He eats them slowly but happily as the two of you sit and watch a movie together. Eventually, I take his temperature, he’s still burning up, but not as bad as before. 

This version of him is always your favourite, because while you hate that he’s sick, he’s clingy and quiet, and Pablo, not Gavi the famous footballer. Just Pablo. Your Pablo. 

“Y/N?” he murmurs, those beautiful eyes looking up at you from your chest. “Sí?” “Gracias por cuidarme. Te amo. (thank you for taking care of me. i love you).” he says softly, still looking into your eyes. “Siempre. Lamento que no te sientas bien (always. i’m sorry you’re not feeling well). I figure, you always take care of me, so I should return the favour, hm?” You chuckle softly, kissing the tip of his nose. When your lips meet his skin, he smiles slightly and his eyelids flutter closed for a moment.

He then settles back on your chest and continues watching the movie, dozing off not long after.

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lulu, how are we feeling about... say... rockstar!husband!Eddie x working!wife!reader x yoga instructor!Steve?

reader who could probably live off eddies rockstar earnings but would totally go stir crazy staying at home and likes to keep working but does get a bit tense and overworked sometimes so when Eddie can't take care of his girl when he's on tour, he reaches out to yoga instructor Steve (old friends?) to keep her relaxed while he's away and wink wink flexible for his return

ouhhhhh yeah I’m on board!! okay maybe…

masseuse Steve? Eddie knows his old high school buddy that’s rumored to *ahem* service the stars. and their partners. like the guy does actually have a degree in massage therapy but also happens to be a huge slut w a giving nature ♥️ so it works out

(P.S. hopefully this isn’t too close to @rebelfell ‘s INCREDIBLE Eddie pornstar au where he was a masseuse too plzzzz check out for your viewing pleasure on Sarah’s page if u haven’t already!!!)

Eddie makes sure to introduce you two beforehand and bump into Steve with you casually ;) at mingling events/press parties. kind of lays the groundwork for friends so it’s not as awkward when Steve shows up at your door two months later when Eddie’s on tour 😇

you’re in the middle of stress cleaning and Steve is charming but u really weren’t expecting him to stay so long after offering tea. but then his hands are on your shoulders and oh my god… magic thumbs?? he manages to pinpoint all the little spots of tension and erase them. and his voice is so soothing too. you never realized how good he was with people, that charming, easy nature…

and then he’s laying out the ground rules. telling you Eddie’s pre-approved this to help you with stress relief, and Steve is all yours for the night, if you want him 😁

and you DO but out loud you hedge, a bit apprehensive but also coy, like hmm I unfortunately have a lot of laundry so…

and Steve shrugs. says well I got paid in advance to have sex during this block of time you mind if I use one of the bedrooms to take care of myself? 🙂

and then you’re like okay. in THAT case. since my husband already bought you for me and everything. I GUESS 🤷‍♀️😈

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The One I Want - Eddie Munson

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Summary : You and Eddie are dating and before you can tell your parents about your relationship, your dad finds out when Eddie is in your bedroom.

Warning : fake friends, mentions of rumours about Eddie (leading cult/venerating Satan), mention of teenage pregnancy (but no pregnancy), parents walking in you and your boyfriend, angst, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 6.4k

French version (will be published tomorrow at 9pm)

Song Inspiration : But Daddy I Love Him by Taylor Swift

Most of your body is on top of Eddie’s while his arms are wrapped around your waist. You are both peacefully sleeping, light snores coming out of your boyfriend’s lips. Slowly, you wake up but you keep your eyes closed, wanting to enjoy this moment with Eddie. You hold him a bit tighter against you and stay like this for five more minutes before finally opening your eyes. You gaze at his sleeping face. A few curls are on his visage which makes him even cuter; delicately, you put his hair back then you kiss his cheek. 

Unaware what time it is, you look up at the clock on his nightstand and you start to panic. It’s almost eleven in the morning, however you have to be at the Smith’s house at eleven for their annual garden party where your parents are already waiting for you. In one second, you jump from the bed and scream at Eddie to wake up. He groans and shoves his face on the pillow while you take your stuff and run to the bathroom as you keep telling Eddie to get out of bed.

Not having too much time, you quickly freshen up then you dress. While you put your skirt on, Eddie appears in the room, yawning. 

“Why are you in such a hurry?”

“I’m gonna be late!” you reply, yet Eddie is still confused as he rubs his eyes. “My father’s colleague's party, I told you about it yesterday.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Can you drive me? I planned on taking the bus, but I don’t want to be even more late.”

Generally, when you sleep at Eddie’s, you don’t take your car as a way to avoid using two vehicles. Though, today, your car would be useful.

“Of course, lemme put on some pants and let’s go.”

“Perfect, you’re the best,” you say, pecking his lips.

You leave the bathroom and you go pack your bag while Eddie puts his clothes on. Once you’re both ready, you get in his van. Eddie is about to drive but stops the second he sees you with your makeup bag.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m putting my makeup on,” you reply as if it was obvious.

“Are you sure about it?”

“I’m used to it, don’t worry, just drive.”

Without wasting more time, you leave the trailer park. You do a natural makeup look as you can not do something more sophisticated. The minute you’re close to the Smiths, Eddie stops the car just before their house.

Your parents are clueless about the fact you’re dating Eddie. To be honest, except Wayne, no one knows. You don’t need everyone’s comments about your relationship. Your parents think you stayed at Nancy who you work with at the school newspapers. Consequently, they can’t see Eddie’s van. 

Once the car is parked, you thank Eddie and throw him a quick ‘I love you’ before kissing him and bolting out of the car. While you run to the house, you try to smooth your outfit out while putting your backpack correctly on your shoulders. The second you arrive, you find your parents, your dad sends you a pointed look.

“I’m late, I’m so sorry, daddy”, you say, hoping the use of the term ‘daddy’ instead of ‘dad’ will make things better, “We forgot to turn on the alarm,” you explain while wiping some sweat on your forehead.

“Isn’t Nancy with you?” your mother asks.

“She had to go back home quickly.”

“Go say hello to the Smiths and ask where you can put your bag.”

You listen to your mother and walk to the hosts who aren’t far away from your parents. You apologize for being late and Mrs Smith tells you you can put your belongings in Sarah’s room, their daughter who you go to school with. Glancing at her, you see her with Hannah Williams who is sighing ‘what a mess!’ to her while she is clutching her pearls. Mrs Smith asks her daughter to come so Sarah leaves her friend then she gives you a hypocritical smile before inviting you to follow her.

Once you’re rid of your stuff, you go back to the garden and you have to be social with Sarah and Hannah for the following hours. You try to keep your cool the whole afternoon. The people around your age aren’t the one you get along with, notwithstanding you can’t cause a scandal, though they make it hard. Calvin Jones, Jason Carver as well as two other guys and girls join you and you have to hold yourself back from breathing out every two minutes.

“I still don’t understand why you’re friend with the Freak,” Jason suddenly states, turning to you.

“We just get along, it’s as simple as that.”

“Yeah, but still. He’s weird. Wouldn’t you be better with normal people?” Calvin adds, putting his arm around your shoulder, making you uncomfortable.

“At least, he knows what personal space is unlike some,” you retort, looking him up and down.

Sure when he’s with you, Eddie is always in your personal space. He has this need to feel your body against his, whether it’s his hand in yours or on your lower back or on your thigh. Eddie is a real koala, but it’s only because you’re his girlfriend. Back when you were just friends, he wasn’t as touchy so technically, your comment is not really a lie. 

Nevertheless, your comment flies over Calvin’s head who keeps his arm on you; to get rid of it, you have to go get a drink. You’ve only been here for two hours and yet, it feels like ten. Reluctantly, you end up going back to the teenagers and occasionally you participate in the conversation. You only want one thing and it’s to go home and ring Eddie or even better, be in his arms.

However, you have to wait until the beginning of the following week to see him again. While you arrive at school, you hear someone calling your name. Turning around, you find Eddie, trotting around, a book in hand. Once he’s in front of you, you realise he’s holding your mathematics textbook.

“You forgot it at my place,” Eddie explains, giving it to you.

“I knew it was weird I hadn’t forgotten something.”

“What would you do without me?”

“You’d be the one lost without me,” you joke.

“True.”

The bell rings, students walk in the building, already bored of their first period.

“Thanks,” you say, pecking his lips without thinking.

You walk to the main entrance as Eddie doesn’t move, startled by your kiss. He didn’t expect your lips to touch his and judging by your lack of reaction, you haven’t realised what you did just yet. Indeed, you only realise you’ve kissed Eddie in front of the entire school once you’re sat in the classroom and you freak out instantly.

During the whole morning, you think back to the kiss. You wonder if a lot of people saw it and if Eddie is mad at you. He’s not the kind of person to get mad, sure, nonetheless you didn’t talk about not hiding your relationship anymore, though you’ve been meaning to tell your parents for quite some time now.

You don’t listen to a single word your teachers say, impatiently waiting for the lunch break to find Eddie. As soon as it’s time, you join him at the picnic table in the woods outside of the school. Without any big surprise, Eddie is already there, he’s probably skipped his last period before the break. He does it so often that you don’t even react to it anymore. You’d be more shocked if he went to all of his classes. As you arrive, Eddie stands up from the bench and he walks to you before hugging you and kissing you.

“We should talk about this morning,” Eddie tells you with a small smile.

“I know, I’m sorry! I don’t know why I did it, I wasn’t thinking.”

“Hey, it’s okay.”

“Do you know if a lot of people saw us?” you question, biting your nails.

“I have to admit I was too in shock to check this,” he answers, taking your hand out of your mouth.

“Well, at least, now we have an excuse to tell my parents.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’m tired of lying and I want them to meet you. If you agree, of course.”

“I totally agree,” he exclaims, clapping his hands together, happy.

“Perfect! You’ll come have dinner at my place one evening. I have to plan it with my parents and I’ll tell you.”

“I hope everything will be okay. I want to make a good impression,” Eddie confesses, putting his hands on your hips.

“Since when do you worry about what people think of you?”

“Since they’re your parents and I don’t want to create problems between you and them.”

“I’m sure they’ll love you. Don’t worry, I’ll plan everything.”

You beam brightly to Eddie then press your lips against his. He kisses you back in the second, bringing you closer to him. 

You can’t wait to introduce Eddie to your parents. Sure, you’re worried they heard about the stupid rumours concerning Eddie, nonetheless you’ll make sure you give them all the right information before meeting him. You want everything to be perfect for their first meeting. 

You still haven’t found the perfect time to talk to your parents about you and Eddie. You wait for the right moment to tell them and as for right now, it doesn’t seem to come. 

Though, it doesn’t prevent you from inviting Eddie to your place when your parents aren’t home. Your father is at work until seven in the evening while your mother is out with her friends, so you have the house to yourself. As it’s the weekend, you’ve decided to call Eddie and he didn’t waste a second before leaving his place.

Fifteen minutes after your call, you hear somebody knocking on your back door. Nimbly, you open to Eddie and you don’t give him a chance to say something before putting your lips on his while dragging him upstairs where your bedroom is. He doesn’t need to be told twice and follows you.

Once you’re in your room, you take his leather jacket off while Eddie starts unbuttoning your dress. Eddie’s lips go from your mouth to your neck and then they lower down to your chest, you enjoy every kiss with your eyes closed. Your hands search for the hem of his tee-shirt as he kisses you again. You’re about to take his shirt off when you feel him being harshly pulled back. Opening your eyes, you find your dad, holding Eddie by the collar and dragging him out of your room.

“Who do you think you are to be in my daughter’s room, you pervert. You better get out of here now or I’ll make sure your hands won’t be able to touch anything ever again,” he yells, dropping Eddie once they’re downstairs.

“Dad, wait!” you beg, running with your dress unbuttoned. “Daddy, please.”

“Don’t 'daddy' me! You better stay out of this. I can’t believe you let a stranger in,” you father reprimand you, appalled. 

“He’s not a stranger, he’s my boyfriend, Eddie is my boyfriend,” you admit, buttoning up your dress.

“Him, your boyfriend?” he questions, staring at Eddie with disgust.

“Hello,” Eddie awkwardly exclaims, “Nice home.”

“What the hell do you have in your head?” your dad resumes, not paying attention to Eddie, “He’s crazy! Don’t you hear what people say?”

“Nothing is true. Daddy, please-”

“No, I don’t want to hear anything,” he cuts you off.

“But daddy, I love him,” you scream, tearing up.

“Love? You’re only seventeen, you know nothing about love,” he claims before turning to Eddie and sending him a dirty look, “You better leave now before I get really mad.”

To emphasise his words, your father grip Eddie by the collar again, opens the door and forces Eddie out of the house while you follow them.

“Y/N…,” Eddie tries to say, yet your dad interrupts him.

“Out of my sight!”

“Go, Eddie,” you softly end up telling him.

Unwillingly, Eddie listens to you, leaving you alone with your dad who is more than angry. The second Eddie left, your father grabs your arm and forces you back inside. You hear him mumbling then he violently closes the door. You manage to get out of his grip and cross your arms on your chest, ready to defend Eddie and your relationship.

“Is this teenage angst? Your rebellious phase? If it is, you’ve rebelled, I’m proud of you, now cut the bullshit,” your dad retorts.

“You judge without knowing anything!”

“How long has this been going on?” he asks, however you stay silent, “How long?”

“Six months, but I was about to tell you,” you admit.

“How kind of you it is to finally think about your parents,” your dad exclaims with irony.

“It’s true, I was about to tell you about me and Eddie.”

“There’s not you and Eddie. You won’t see that boy ever again, he’s no good.”

“If you tried to get to know him-”

“I’ve had enough,” he interrupts you, “He leads a cult and listens to weird music.”

“He leads a Dungeon & Dragons club and it’s not because we don’t exclusively listen to classic music we’re weird! Give him a chance.”

“Oh, I’ve seen enough,” he sighs, massaging his temples, “What were you thinking by bringing a boy in your room? Thank God, I arrived before it went farther! Do you have any idea how irresponsible you are? If you stay with him, you’ll end up pregnant before finishing high school and trust me, he won’t be here to help you raise a child. He can barely take care of himself.”

“You don’t know that.”

“He was held back a year from what I was told.”

“He just had a complicated year.”

“Don’t you want to date someone respectable who comes from a good family with a good economic background?” he replies, annoyed.

“So, this has to do with his economic background, then?” you retort, mad.

“Precisely because he’s only with you for the money you can give him.”

“What? Nonsense! He loves me and I love him,” you affirm.

“That’s what he wants you to believe. If you absolutely want to date a guy, why don’t you go out with Calvin Jones, for example, he’s a nice guy.”

“You’re joking, right? He’s completely stupid.”

“He’s just naive,” your dad corrects and you scoff.

“He thinks Shakespeare was one of our presidents.”

“At least, we know who he is. He’s a good guy.”

“I don’t love him.”

“You have no idea what love is, you’re too young.”

“I don’t even know why I keep talking to you,” you state, going upstairs.

“Come back here, missy,” your dad orders, following you.

“No!” you reply, entering your bedroom.

You don’t have the time to close the door that your father is in your room. Swiftly, he walks to your nightstand and takes your brand new walkman you got for your good grades. 

“What are you doing?” you question.

“You’re grounded for three months, minimum, no more hanging out after school and your new walkman, I’m confiscating it for a month just like your car keys. You better not talk to him again from now on and until the end of your life. You better not even call him, send him letters and at school, he keeps his distance with you, if he even goes to class. And don’t even think of sneaking out, I’m watching you from now on. I was too indulgent with you,” he announces and you feel the rage in your body.

“This is not fair!”

“That’s how it is. Now, stay in your room until we eat.”

Upon those words, your father slams the door and you throw yourself on your bed and scream in frustration on your pillow. Angry tears roll down your cheeks and you don’t even try to wipe them.

You weren’t expecting your dad to meet Eddie that way, his first impression of him is now ruined. Henceforth, he’ll never want to see him ever again and that’s a fact, yet it doesn’t mean you want to break up with Eddie. You know your boyfriend and you know he’s a good guy and contrary to what your dad claimed, you know what love is, you discovered it with Eddie. You have no idea how you can fix the situation. In any case, if you find a way to do it, you won’t be able to do it today. Your father is too beside himself to listen to you. Your only hope is your mother. If you can make her understand who Eddie truly is, she might be able to make him listen to reason. 

Distraught, you stay lying in your bed, staring blankly at your ceiling. Eddie is in your mind, he must feel awful even if it’s not his fault. You wish you could talk to him, notwithstanding your dad is keeping a close eye on your comings and goings, therefore you don’t leave your bedroom.

Once the sun starts going down in the sky, your door softly opens and your mom walks in. she should have been home later, you guess your dad phoned her to tell her about what happened. Your mother looks at you with eyes full of compassion while she gets closer to you, she sits down next to you and puts her hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

“Dad didn’t have to ruin your night with your friends for this,” you say, avoiding her gaze.

“I can always see my friends another day. He told me everything about you and this boy. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Depends, will you listen to me?” you ask without any hope.

“Of course.”

“Eddie is a good guy, mom, I swear. I wouldn’t be dating someone who isn’t.”

“Are you sure you know him very well? From what I’ve been told, he isn’t well respected around town and with what happened today, it’s not making things better for him,” she contradicts with a sweet voice.

“Those are just unfounded rumours. He’s just non-conformist, that doesn’t mean he’s mean. I love him.”

“You think you love him but you’re young. You’re blind by your teenager's feelings.”

Following her comment, your growl in frustration. It’s the third time you’re told you have no idea what love is and you’re sick of it.

“Why do you all think it’s impossible for me to love someone?”

“Because you two are not from the same world. We don’t know either him or his family.”

“If you were a bit more open-minded, you’d know him,” you retort.

“It’s just puppy love, you’ll forget him fast enough.”

“How can you be so sure about it?”

“You’re too different from one another. You should find a boy from a good family.”

“Don’t tell me you want me to date Calvin Jones, too.”

“God, no!” your mother exclaims with her eyes wide open, “He’s cute but he’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer.”

“It’s Eddie that I love, he’s the one I want, mom,” you confess, sitting on your bed, “It’s serious between me and him, we have plans together,” you inform.

“What are they?”

“He has a band, he wants to launch his career in Los Angeles.”

“Is that why you absolutely want to go to University there?” she questions, sighing, “Don’t let a guy dictate what you should do.”

“That’s not what it is! I wanted to do my studies in Los Angeles way before him.” 

“What about him, does he want to go to University?”

“No, school isn’t really made for him.”

“So, how will you two take care of each other there? It’s not with his band and you studying that you’ll earn a living.”

“I’ll find a job and I have my savings you and dad made for me.”

“Are you sure he doesn’t want-”

“You’re not gonna say this, too!” you interrupt, annoyed, “Is it too hard to believe he wants to be with me because he loves me? He’s not mean, interested in money or I don’t know. Yes, he’s unapologetically himself, even if it means not following what society tells him, it doesn’t make him a bad person, though.”

“Of course, honey, if you say so,” she says, without taking you seriously, “We’re going to eat soon, come set the table.”

You obey your mother and stand up from the bed and follow her to the kitchen. Your conversation with your mom has frustrated you more than the one with your dad. She acted like she was empathising with you nevertheless she didn’t listen to you for one second.

During the whole evening, there’s this tension between you and your parents. Your dad is still mad, talking to you coldly. At first occasion, you run away to your room, not supporting their presence anymore.

On Monday, you can see Eddie at last for the first time since your argument with your parents. He’s already at the picnic table; if there’s one day where he doesn’t like his schedule, it’s during the first day of the week. Upon arriving, you find him focused on his next campaign. As he hears twigs and leaves crunching under your feet, he looks up to you. In an instant, he stands up from the bench and hugs you. Once you’re in his arms, you let go of a sigh, as if you had been holding your breath for the past two days. You hold him tighter as he strokes your back and whispers sweet nothings, your father’s punishment is the last thing on your mind. A few minutes later, you break the embrace then you press your lips on his.

“Are you alright?” he asks with worry, putting his hands on both sides of your face. “I tried calling you, but I didn’t get an answer.”

“My dad is watching the phone and me like a prison guard.”

“I hope you didn’t get into too much trouble with your parents. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m grounded for the next three months. It’s not your fault, Eddie. I didn’t think he’d come back this early,” you reassure him with a small smile.

“I guess your parents aren’t my biggest fan now. I mean, considering the way your dad found us out, I can’t really be mad at him.”

“It doesn’t mean he should judge you harshly.”

“What about your mom, what did she say?”

At the mention of your mother, you sigh, exasperated as you think back to your conversation.

“She acted as if she was listening to me, it was like talking to a wall. They don’t want to hear me out and they don’t want us to be together.”

“It’ll be okay, I’m sure they’ll change their mind,” Eddie promises, kissing your forehead.

“You don’t know my dad. It’d take a miracle for him to have an epiphany. I think it’d be easier to run away,” you propose, almost serious.

“As tempting as it is, I wouldn’t want your parents to hate me even more,” he refuses with a heavy heart.

“This just proves you’re a good person, you prevent me from running away.”

“Oh, trust me, it wouldn’t be hard to make me change my mind, but I don’t want you to get into more trouble because of me. We’ll find a solution, don’t worry.”

Eddie hugs you once more and you stay like this during the first period. It’s not the thing to do, your parents might learn you skip a class, though you don’t care. You’re already grounded, you don’t see how it could get worse than that.

Your day at school is over, you leave the building and you’re about to find Nancy - she offered to drive you home while you don’t have your car - when you hear Sarah and her friend group talking more or less discreetly, you try not to pay attention at first.

“I can’t believe she kissed the Freak last time!” Hannah exclaims.

“I told you they were together. I was sure there was more, they were too close,” Sarah adds.

“I don’t get her, he’s not attractive at all,” her friend comments, frowning. 

“I heard her father tell mine he caught them in her bedroom.”

“You can’t be serious!” another girl says, following Sarah’s information.

“Hell yeah, I am! You’ll see in a few months, she won’t come to class anymore, if you understand what I mean.”

Not supporting those childish stories anymore, you decide to join their group, skirting a few students, among them some Hellfire members.

“Hey, girls, how are you doing?”

“Oh, fine and you?” Hannah questions, her cheeks red.

“I thought you were just talking about me.”

“No, you’re not as interesting as you think,” Sarah retorts.

“Really? That’s too bad, I was about to confirm to you guys I’m having his baby, actually. I’m eight weeks pregnant.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, every single girl’s eyes are wide open just as their mouths are. Some of them let go of a surprised shriek and others put their hands over their lips.

“Wait, you are?”

“No, I’m not, but you should see your faces,” you admit, “Instead of gossiping about my life or Eddie's, you should take care of yours.”

“Gossiping?” Sarah starts, walking towards you, “Honey, I’m just stating facts, it’s not my fault if you can’t handle your new reputation.”

“You know what? If you have nothing better to do, then keep talking. I have other things to do than listening to what you think.”

“We just want what’s best for you,” one of the girls says with empathy.

“So you’re doing all of this out of the goodness of your heart?” you ask with irony. “It means a lot to me, yet it doesn’t change anything. You all are just hypocrites.”

On those words, you leave them, not handling their presence anymore. They won’t learn anything from your exchange, though it doesn’t matter. You never liked them in the first place so losing their so-called friendships is the least of your worries.

In Nancy’s car, you enjoy this moment with a real friend to empty your mind.

During the following weeks, you keep walking on eggshells with your parents. On one hand, you don’t want to be too headstrong about it, on the other, you don’t want to let them think they can forbid you from being with who you love. Consequently, you try not to cause any more drama however whenever there is an occasion, you defend Eddie. Your mother is a bit more open now, though your dad stands on his ground. However, the conflicts with your parents are becoming more regular and you hate every one of them. Nevertheless, you’re your father’s daughter and when you’ve both made your mind to it, you can be very stubborn. 

You and Eddie defy the rules by continuing to see each other, although now you're more cautious about seeing each other away from prying eyes. Eddie didn’t want to get in the middle of it at first, telling himself it’s between you and your parents, though he sees you suffer because of it and that it causes you stress. Before all of this, you were close to your parents. He tried to reason with you by saying you should make up with them, no matter if your relationship is the price to pay for it but you refuse to listen to him. He’s touched by the way you have his back, however he doesn’t like being the reason for a conflict when it’s about you. As a consequence, he’s decided he’ll fix the situation himself. It can’t go on like this so Eddie found your dad’s work number and he called him. It took him a solid minute to figure out who was calling him then he hung on Eddie, not without threatening him again. For all that, it didn’t stop Eddie. He tried calling him several times, in vain. As he understood it wasn’t working, Eddie decided to go see your dad directly. If your dad doesn’t want to listen to him through the phone, he won’t have any other choice but to listen to him in person. He won’t give up until he does.

That’s how Eddie finds himself in front of your dad’s workplace at the end of the day, his van parked close to his car. Your dad recognizes him from afar. He loudly sighs, preparing himself to ignore Eddie. With a big smile on his face, Eddie gets closer to him and holds out his hand. 

“Good evening, I’m Eddie Munson.”

“I know who you are and I thought I had made myself clear last time,” your father answers, looking him up and down, “I don’t want to see you.”

“We started off the wrong foot and I want to change that.”

“Why do you insist so much? Don’t you think you’ve caused enough damage already? My daughter barely talks to me because of you.”

“Actually, it’s because you refuse to listen,” Eddie corrects, making the situation worse. 

“I forbid you from giving me advice on the way I educate my daughter.”

“I’m not here to create problems, I swear!” he argues, preventing your dad from getting in his car.

“Yet, it looks like you are.”

“I just want you to hear me out. I want what’s best for Y/N, that’s all.”

“If it was true, you would leave her alone. Goodbye.”

Eddie doesn't try any longer and lets your dad go, he doesn’t admit defeat though. He will talk to your dad, that’s a promise he made to himself. Eddie gives him a few days off, before going at it again. This time, he chooses to wait for him in front of your house. Once he sees the car coming, he stands straight. Your dad rolls his eyes before getting out of his car.

“This is stalking. I’m going to call the police.”

“If you’d listen to me, I wouldn’t have to do this. Please, I’m just asking for five minutes,” Eddie humbly begs, “After that, you’ll be able to tell me to leave and I will, though I sincerely hope you won’t.”

“You have five minutes, not one more second.”

“Great!” he exclaims, excited before clearing his throat. “I’m aware I didn’t leave a good impression.”

“That’s the least you could say.”

“And,” Eddie resumes, without paying attention to your dad’s comment, “with what people say about me, I understand you don’t want me near your daughter. To be honest, I don’t even know what people say about me these days, the stories are so far-fetched. Anyway, I can assure you the Hellfire club isn’t a cult, if you want, you can even come to one of our meetings to see for yourself. I don’t venerate Satan or anything else. You think we’re too young, though I promise you I love her. I feel things for her I had never felt before.”

“Yes, I gathered that the second I found you in her room.”

Eddie purses his lips, embarrassed by the innuendo. He scratches his neck before talking again.

“I’m not with her for… that. I really love her and I want a future with her, I wanna build a life with her.”

“A life she will fund, isn’t it?”

“No. It’s a fact I won’t be able to live off my music right away, but I’ll work. I’m not with her for the money, I’m in love with her. I know you don’t like my background nevertheless I’m not gonna apologize for this. It’s something I can’t control and besides, even if I didn’t have an easy life, I have a great uncle who takes care of me and I’m grateful for him, he’s doing his best so I can have a good life. Sure, we’re not rolling in the money, however it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to treat your daughter respectfully. Since your fight, she’s sad. She won’t say it, but I know she hates it as much as you. You mean the world to her and she never meant to hurt you by hiding our relationship. She just wanted to be sure it was serious and she wanted you to meet me in good time. Unfortunately, that’s not how it happened. I tried to tell her she shouldn’t go against you as much as she does, yet she doesn’t want to listen to me, that’s why I keep on trying. I don’t care what people think about me, though, she cares what you and your wife thinks. I’m not gonna lie, I’m not perfect, I have flaws and I made mistakes and I’ll make others, but hurting Y/N won’t be one of them,” Eddie states with confidence. “If you give me one chance, I will show you I deserve your daughter.”

Your father looks hard at Eddie, weighing the pros and cons. He doesn’t want to admit it, however Eddie found the right words. He runs a hand over his face, then breathes out before replying. 

“One chance. I agree with you coming to eat at home so we can get to know each other. Don’t ruin it.”

At his words, Eddie holds himself back from jumping in joy. He can’t ruin all his good effort now, so he just smiles.

“I won’t, sir.”

Eddie holds out his hand and your dad shakes it, sealing their agreement. The noise of the front door opening catches their attention. Turning their head toward the door, they see you walking in, your school bag on your shoulder. Once you see them, still shaking their hands, your brows furrow, not understanding what you’re gazing at.

“What’s happening?”

“Eddie came to talk to me,” your dad explains, taking his hand off Eddie’s, “He’s been trying for a few weeks and I finally agreed to listen.”

“Really?”

“I couldn’t handle the way you were tearing each other apart because of me,” Eddie adds.

“And I don’t like the way you're is cutting me out of your life and after hearing Eddie out, I think, maybe, I judged him too quickly. I’m not saying I’m happy you love him, though he knows how to defend himself. You’re still grounded by the way,” your father quickly specifies as he sees your joy on your face, “but I agree on eating with him this Saturday so I can judge if he deserves you or not.”

“Thanks, daddy!” you exclaim, hugging him, “You have no idea how happy I am.”

“I just agreed to get to know him, it doesn’t mean everything is fixed.”

“I’ll prove to you I deserve your daughter,” Eddie promises, strutting. 

“We’ll see about that. Now, go home, she’s still grounded.”

“I’ll show him to the door,” you say.

“You have five minutes.”

You take Eddie’s hand and drag him outside, wanting to enjoy every second you have with him. Eddie is pleased he made things better between you and your dad. 

The minute you’re alone in front of his van, you jump in his arms. Eddie loses his balance for a bit yet he catches you nonetheless then, he holds you tighter. A few seconds later, he takes a step back, wanting to talk seriously with you. You guess this by the way he plays with his hands and searches for his words.

“Everything okay?” you question.

“Yes, I’m happy your dad is giving me a chance. I don’t know what I would have done otherwise.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to talk to him? We could have done it together.”

“I hesitated to tell you however I thought I should be the one doing it; it’d be easier. I mean, I had to fight for three weeks just so he’d listen to more than one sentence. The fact is, we’re on the right track.”

“What’s wrong then? I feel like there’s something else.”

“Yeah, there is,” he admits running a hand over his face, “Look, you probably planned to tell me yourself, to tell me in a beautiful way but I know.”

“You know?” you ask, your brows knitted together.

“Yes and that’s why I wanted to smooth things over with your dad,” Eddie continues, ignoring your confusion, “You’ll need them and you can’t stay on bad terms with them and all of this stress isn’t good for you or the baby,” he says, putting his hand on your stomach.

“The baby?”

“I know you’re pregnant,” Eddie states and you’re getting even more lost.

“What? Eddie, I’m not pregnant,” you inform, taking his hand out of your body.

“You don’t have to lie, I’m not mad. Sure, I panicked when Dustin told me but I’m here for you, no matter your decisi-”

“Eddie!” you interrupt, “I can assure you I am not pregnant. I got my periods a week ago. I don’t know how Dustin could have believed that.”

“He said he heard you say it to some girls.”

Following Eddie’s sentence, you need a second to understand how Dustin could have heard this. As soon as you finally figure it out, your face relaxes and you lightly chuckle.

“Oh, this! No, it was a joke. They were gossiping and I wanted to shut them up.”

“So, you’re not pregnant?” Eddie wants to make sure, still worried.

“No.”

“Thank God, I didn’t tell this to your dad,” he says, sighing in relief.

“Thank God, yeah or you would have been six feet under already and I would have followed you.”

“More scared than hurt. Though, I meant it when I said I’d support you if it ever were to happen.”

“I know you would. That’s why I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You put your hands on both sides of Eddie’s face and he leans in to kiss you. His hands make their way to your hips, bringing you closer. Your kiss doesn’t last long, guessing your dad is watching you through the window. You break the kiss and Eddie gives you one last smile before getting in the van. Before leaving, he opens the car window.

“I told you we’d find a solution. See you Saturday.”

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