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silencesscreams · 11 months ago

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santa doesn’t know you like i do

james potter x f!reader (smut)

summary: you and james had been distant for a month, until you saw him at a christmas reunion. you thought he didn’t see you the way you wanted him, until he couldn’t help but bringing you over to his apartment next door.

a/n: did this in a rush but i needed to do a christmas james fic, also stream fruitcake (i love you sabrina carpenter) happy holidays!! didn’t really check for mistakes so just tell me if you see any (please), also keep in mind english isn’t my first language so sorry about any errors.

warnings: smut with plot, muggle + modern day au, afab!reader, she/her pronouns referring to reader, reader knows how to bake, james is taller than reader, wolfstar, friends to lovers, petnames (love, darling, sugar), casual drinking, use of y/n once, kissing, hickeys, swearing, praise, fingering, oral (f receiving), slight dom!james and sub!reader dynamic, james loves biting, orgasm denial?, a bit of a size kink, unprotected (sorry) penetration

you loved the winter time, especially christmas.

gifts, snow, hot chocolate, good food, what could be top that?

you and your friends had planned a christmas reunion, you were so excited you felt stupid. sirius and remus were hosting the party in their apartment, which was right next to james’, so you assumed he’d be there.

even though you and james were very close friends, since you had developed a crush on him you both had been a bit distant, especially because he was in a situationship with a girl you barely knew and you didn’t want to get in the way. even if you were attracted to him, you wanted what has best for him, though you couldn’t handle being around him while he was obsessing over her.

you told your roommate, lily, about it and she said that you were acting silly, distancing yourself from him like that and that you should try and talk to him normally at the party. you guessed she was right, you just wondered if he was going to bring the girl there, you would absolutely hate it.

you and lily went separately, which you realized was a bad idea once you stood in an elevator with a very heavy glass tray filled with chocolate mousse not being able to press the floor buttons without dropping the dessert on the floor or getting your dress dirty. and so you heard him.

shit.

“remus, are you sure she’s not coming?” you heard james say from far away. “no, i just don’t want to-” he saw you. “listen, i’m getting on the elevator, see you soon” he stepped in, cheeks flushed looking at you. you knew he was talking about you in that phone call.

“hi, it been a while” he says, trying to look away from you.

“james, could you press the button please?” you request, signaling to the buttons on the elevator with your head.

“oh, yeah, of course. going to the party?” he asked, already knowing the answer. you nod a yes, hating how awkward the situation felt. the elevator doors close and you feel obliged to say something

“how’s anna?” you question, remembering the girl he had been with for the past month.

“alright, i think” he looks at you. “it didn’t work out between us, you know? we broke up one or two weeks ago”

“sorry to hear that” you weren’t sorry at all.

“it’s whatever, i’m not even sure if i really liked her, just felt like i was trying to get over someone” he stated, the doors open and he held up his arm, holding the door so you could get out before him.

“that sucks. thank you” you step out, staring at him as he got out. he looked pretty like this, his hair looked messy-cute, just the way you liked it. he was wearing the black pants you bought him once and a sweater. he was probably freezing outside. sure, you weren’t wearing the best clothes to keep you warm, specially with the length of the dress, but you took an uber, he walked everywhere.

“hey, could you help me out with something?” he asked, opening the door to his apartment.

“sure” you follow him, closing the door behind you with a bump of your left shoulder, gently placing the tray you were holding on his entrance table. he looks at you, blank look on his face, he looked like his mind was fully empty. “so, what is it you want help with?"

“right, hm, could you help me pick out a sweater?” before you distanced yourself from him, he would always call you randomly and ask you to pick out his clothes. you loved it, it felt like playing with dolls again. you nodded a yes and he went to his room, you looked around his living room. it looked the exact same as it did a month ago, except it had a small christmas tree in the corner between the tv and the framed mirror. you got on your knees to look at the ornaments. they all had pictures of him and his friends. once you saw a picture of you and him in one, you felt like crying, it was the cutest thing. you were smiling and his face was glued to the side of yours, pretending he was biting your cheek. you quickly took a photo and put your phone back in your cardigan's pocket.

“you like the tree?” he smiled, you turned your head and got up, straightening your dress. he had given you quite the fright.

“it’s cute” you smile back, he was shirtless, holding two options in his hands.

“did you see that photo of us from thanksgiving?”

“yeah, i did” you look away. he holds up two sweaters, a cream colored one with little blue patterns and an awfully ugly one that had christmas lights. you were sure he had worn the ugly one to last years holiday party, it was ugly sweater themed.

“i would go with the one that doesn’t have lights” you were sure he was joking when he brought that one. “also, that has to be some sort of fire risk.” you joke as he put son the cream one.

“good choice, thank you, love” he referred to you like that, you just didn’t expect he would feel okay with doing it now.

“you’re welcome, james” you smile, looking at him, but not directly into his eyes. he goes to the door and picks up the mousse effortlessly.

“i’ll get this for you, don’t worry” he said before you could question him. you follow him and open the door.

once he steps out, you close the door behind him and he looks at you that way again.

“we’re doing okay, right? we’re not fighting or anything like that?” he asked, your brows furrow, feeling bad for not treating him like you usually did this past month.

“of course we’re okay, aren’t we? i’m okay” except you weren’t okay with loving him, you weren’t okay at all, but it was better to love him and him not corresponding than not having him in your life at all.

“good, ‘cause i wouldn’t know what to do without you, darling” he said, smiling.

“i wouldn’t know what to do without you either” you smile back and ring the doorbell to the apartment next to james’. it takes him a while but remus opens the door, looking at you and james in shock.

“hey, guys” he said in an awkward tone, the one that his voice turned into when he was nervous. “come in” he said, opening the door wider and mouthing something to james as he held the door for you.

“i’ll take your dessert to the kitchen” james says to you as you head over to lily, who was talking to mary.

“okay, just put it in the refrigerator, alright?” he nods and sirius follows him as he goes to the kitchen.

“why’d you lie to me?” he interrogates remus as he opens the door of the refrigerator.

“listen, i knew you wouldn’t come if i told you she’d be here. i didn’t want you to spend christmas all alone in your apartment, plus, you guys weren’t even in a fight, you’re just distant” he explains himself nervously moving his hands.

“he saw her?” sirius questions, coming into the kitchen and seeing his boyfriend nervous.

“went up the elevator with her.” james stated and looked at remus again “she could’ve heard what i was telling you on the phone, you know?” james said almost whispering, scared you’d hear that too.

“please, everyone knows that you’re in love with her. don’t torture rem’ over it” sirius jokes, giving the man next to him a kiss on the cheek.

“listen, chill out, drink a bit. it’ll be fine” remus says, looking at james with empathetic eyes.

james was trying to not think about you. he had been trying for the past year. until he met anna a month ago, as time passed and he spent more time around anna, he realized that everything she did reminded him of you. it seemed like he had been falling for someone who was a bad copy of you and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he stayed with her. that month was by far the worst in his year, it was the one without you. you pulled away and he didn’t understand why, so when he saw you that night, he thought you hated him. he didn’t know what to do.

until you talked to him.

that was when he felt like everything good was happening to him, like somehow the universe had brought you back to him. and when he saw you taking a picture of his christmas tree his heart could’ve just melted. he knew you didn’t hate him and that was the biggest relief possible. so he stayed at the party.

“hi” you greeted him, sitting down next to him on the couch. everyone was doing their own thing. james would usually be around the boys joking and drinking, but that night he had spent most of his time sitting on the couch across from you, eyeing your every move. when mary, who had been talking to you for the past twenty minutes, saw him, she announced that she was going to get a drink and chat with peter for a bit. and so you were left making eye contact with james from across the room. after thirty seconds you got up and sat next to him.

“hey” he smiled, you took his drink from his hand and took a sip, not breaking eye contact once. the heat burned your throat in the best way possible, it was way stronger than what he usually had.

“changing it up for the holidays? you’re usually a beer guy, aren’t you?” you ask, putting his drink on the coffee table in front of you both.

“decided i needed something more for tonight, 'was feeling kind of tired, you know?” you nod in answer, your leg brushed against james’ and you immediately looked away from him, he casually put his right hand on your knee and led it up to where your dress ended in the middle of your thighs. you were so incredibly close it was driving you insane, what was he even doing?

“have you baked those cookies recently?" he looks at you, like he wasn’t doing nothing at all. was he drunk?

“i haven’t, but i can bake some for you another day, i know you like them. how much did you drink?” you ask, his tolerance was high, the party had been going for about an hour and a half, he didn’t drink much, did he?

“almost nothing. two cups of that you drank” his hand there was driving you crazy, you tried to hide it but your nervousness was pretty noticeable. “i really like the cookies, what do you put in them that’s different?” “hm, usually i put more salt and vanilla extract than what’s recommended by recipes but that’s it” you felt a lump in your throat, he was making you so nervous. he looked so good and you felt like screaming because he had never touched you like that before. sure, very long hugs and sometimes cuddles, but not hands on thighs and whatever it was he was doing to you.

“are you alright, love? you seem a bit pale” he questioned, smiling at you, that damned smile.

“i’m fine. i’m going to the bathroom to freshen up, but i’ll be back soon” you got up and walked quicker than usual to the guest bathroom, locking the door behind you as you walked in. you looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to calm down. no, he wasn’t flirting with you, you were just being delusional, it was all fine. plus, you both were really good friends. it was completely normal for friends to touch each other like that, you were just letting your feelings for him get in the way of some friendly physical touch. that was probably it. you checked your makeup and flushed the empty toilet, to at least fake you were actually in the bathroom.

as you opened the door, you were faced with james potter, in all his glory, staring at the door of the bathroom you were just in.

“sorry, did i take long? i-” he interrupted you.

“listen, y/n, i have been trying to brush this off for about a year now but i can’t. i hope this doesn’t affect our friendship, but im interested in you. as more than a friend and i really like you. i think you’re pretty, funny, i think you smell great and have an amazing taste on basically everything. i want to take you out on dates and treat you better than anyone ever has, this past month i have felt so bad without you around me and when i saw you again today i just felt better. well, that was until i realized about half an hour ago that i hadn’t bought you a christmas gift, but just text me your wishlist and i’ll get you whatever you want because i just want to make you happy. that’s all i want this christmas. also, is this bad timing to point out the mistletoe on the doorframe?”

you couldn’t believe it. you loved everything he had just said, you wanted him more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life. you loved him.

“kiss me” you said simply like your heart wasn’t pounding crazy quick in your chest.

“what?” “kiss me. isn’t it bad luck not to kiss under mistletoe?” so he did. his lips crashed with yours, his right hand holding you by the back of your neck and his left on your hip, closer to your ass than it normally would be in any kiss. he spent a while like that, lips glued to yours, taking the situation in. he pulled away, looked at you from top to bottom and then went back to the kiss. his tongue entered your mouth smoothly, but the kiss was feral and hungry. he craved your taste, he kissed you like a starved man.

soon enough, the left hand was grabbing your ass for dear life. he pulled away again, leaving you craving the feeling of his mouth on yours.

“you’re not feeling well, can i take you home?” he asked, looking at your lips. it took you a while to understand what he was implying.

“please” you whisper, he takes your hand and leads you to the living room, grabbing your cardigan from the chair it was on.

“wait here” he said to you, going over to sirius and telling him you were feeling a bit sick. sirius waved to you and mouthed a get well soon, it was sweet he believed james, specially since his mouth looked pink from your tinted lipgloss.

as soon as you stepped out of the apartment you looked at james with a big smile on your face.

“this is so weird, i suddenly feel better” you joke.

“really, huh? should take you to my apartment just to be safe” he picked you up, holding you with one arm.

“james!” you shouted, laughing.

“don’t worry, darling. ‘gonna take good care of you” he opened the door to his apartment, closing it with his foot. he took you to his room, throwing you on the bed and jumping to lay down on the spot next to you. he took his shoes off lazily and took off your heels for you.

“you’re so stupid, you know that?” you comment, rolling your eyes at his gesture. you loved it.

“yeah, i am the one who’s stupid” he smiled, crawling over you, his legs between yours and his face right over yours, giving you a sweet smile. he kissed you again, that same starved way, this time he wouldn’t have to stop though.

his hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts through your dress. your hands went over to his hair, tugging on it lightly. he chuckled into your mouth when you did it the first time, but he liked it more than anything. he pulled away from your mouth, now kissing from your cheeks to your neck, biting it lightly, leaving marks. you gasped at the feeling of his teeth nipping on your skin, the wet patch on your underwear becoming absolutely undeniable.

his kisses turned sloppy once they reached your chest, he pulled down your dress to get a good look, you weren’t wearing a bra. your breasts looked absolutely perfect, your nipples perked up because of the cold.

“you look so fucking gorgeous” he whispered “hate to mess you up like this” no he didn’t. he was loving every second of it.

his lips sucked on your right nipple, his hand grabbing your left boob. you moaned at the warm feeling of his mouth on you. his tongue flicking your nipple before moving onto the other.

“james” you gasp, shivering under him. he’s loving the way you react to him. your hand goes down to palm him through his jeans, he can’t help but groan.

“needy, aren’t we?” he teases. he’s been waiting for this moment for so long, at the same time he wants to take it slow, he wants to absolutely wreck you.

“please” you beg, he wants something else first.

“not yet, princess. be patient” he slips his hand under the waistband of your underwear, feeling how wet you were. “all for me?”

“all yours” you tried not to stutter, holding back a moan once he pinched your clit.

“good girl” he says, putting one finger in you, using his thumb to stimulate your sensitive bud. you bring the back of your hand over your mouth to hold in a moan but he stops you.

“nonono, none of that. i wanna hear you, love” he puts another finger in and you moan, lightly arching your back. he smiles and trusts his fingers into you whilst stimulating your bud.

“you’re being so good, sugar. so pretty like this” he praised you, your walls clench around him and you moan loudly at his words. he smirks, already knowing how much you love being praised like that. being told you’re a good girl. he pulls out his fingers and you whine at the empty feeling. he pulls the sweater he was wearing from off of him, discarding the piece of clothing you had picked for him earlier that night. he takes your lacy underwear off and opens your legs, holding apart with his wrists and getting a perfect view of you.

he kisses the inside of your thighs upwards in the direction of your pussy, he was kissing you everywhere except where you most wanted him. until suddenly he kitten licked your hole, his thumb moved in circular motions on your clit. you groaned at the feeling of his mouth on you. he sucked on your clit and put two fingers in again, flicking over your sensitive bud with his tongue.

“fuck!” you moaned once he nipped at your clit with his teeth, you were so close. your hands tug on his hair and you can feel his cocky smile against you. he kept on thrusting his fingers into you, sucking onto your bud harder. you moaned loudly at the feeling, not being able to hold it in.

“shit, james, i’m gonna cum” you say in between moans and groans. you were almost reaching your high but he pulled his fingers out, giving your cunt a peck before pulling away, making you whine.

“not yet” he took off his pants hurriedly, he was wearing white underwear and you could see his hard cock pressed against the fabric. he was bigger than what you thought was. james took himself out of his underwear, he was on his knees towering over you, not breaking eye contact as he stroked himself before penetrating you. it was probably the hottest thing you had ever seen. he gave you a quick kiss before lining himself up against your entrance, the tip against your aching hole.

“tell me if you want to stop, alright?” he asks, looking into your eyes as you nod. you close your eyes as he begins to put it in.

“no, look at me, love” he demands, you open your eyes and look at him over you. holy shit. once he’s fully in he groans, not moving an inch. “you’re so fucking tight, feels so good” he whispers, pulling out almost fully and then trusting back in. you moaned at the exciting new feeling.

it took him a few thrusts, but once he finally picked up his pace he didn’t hold back, hitting your g-spot perfectly with every thrust. he made you a moaning and shivering mess beneath him, scratching harshly his back. you were sure it would leave marks.

his head was in the crook of your neck, biting the soft skin beneath him. it felt better than anything, it didn’t take long for you to start feel your orgasm coming onto you. he thrusted deeply, hitting the perfect spot even harder.

you moaned loudly, your walls clenched around him, he groaned at the feeling.

“are you alright?” he teased you, voice sounding strained as his thrusts hit deep inside of you. he lifts your hips, thrusting harder and hitting everywhere you needed him to. you threw your head back, completely taken by the pleasure he was causing over you, your eyes fluttering shut.

“shit, james. ‘m gonna cum” you state, scratching his back roughly.

“do it, be a good girl and cum for me” he said, groaning as your walls tightened around him. your climax hits you hard and you're moaning and arching your back as he holds you against him. his thrusts don’t stop once you’ve finished.

“gonna cum in you, is that alright?” you nod in answer, not being able to form a coherent sentence because of how fucked out you were. the sound of his hips slapping against yours filling up the room along with your moans and his swearing. after a few thrusts you felt his cock twitch inside of you, his hot juices mixing with yours.

once he’s finished he collapses over you, not pulling out. he leaves a trail of kisses from your collarbone to your mouth, kissing you firmly once he gets to the end.

“i think i should take you out on a date sometime” he says, grinning. he was so stupid.

“you really should” you kiss him softly and you knew what it was. he was also in love.

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violetsandfluff · 1 year ago

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No Control, But Plenty Of Muffins

a/n: i’m very sorry for neglecting this ask since april. i hope you’re still around to enjoy this!! i love how it turned out (:

a/n 2.0: i forgot to schedule this for last week so happy 1d day and no more hslot day!!

contains: fluuuffffffff

wc: roughly 500

Harry’s brow furrowed with displeasure at the blinding stream of sunlight that poured into the bedroom. He could hardly open his eyes, much less stumble to the window to cinch the curtains shut in agony. He pawed around the bed blindly with the hand that wasn’t clasped desperately over his eyes and Y/N was nowhere to be found.

Throwing off the covers, he stumbled to the open door and emerged into a significantly darker hallway, where he stayed for a moment until his eyes adjusted. While he stood there, against the wall covered in a Polaroid collage of his and Y/N’s relationship, he became aware of vague voices and a rhythmic thumping.

What could Y/N possibly be doing at the crack of dawn on the Saturday morning he returned from tour?

Warily, he padded to the top of the stairs, bunching his robe around his waist as he craned an ear to listen. What he heard couldn’t help but bring a foolish smile to his face.

“Waking up beside you, I’m a loaded gun. I can’t contain this anymore. I’m all yours, I’ve got no control, no control.”

He crept contentedly down the stairs as he was met by the sweet scent wafting out of the kitchen, which Y/N was bustling around like a happy bee. She was so engrossed in her music and baking that she failed to register her half-asleep boyfriend’s footsteps making their way around the island to greet her.

Tin of freshly-baked muffins in hand, she jumped slightly as his arms enveloped her waist, cradling her against his chest as he buried a kiss in her hair.

“What’re you doin’ up so early?” he poked in a low, slightly raspy morning voice. “I didn’t even get a ‘good morning’?”

“Shoo, Harry!” she huffed, setting the muffin tin on the counter with a metallic clang. “Of course this is the one morning you wake up early.”

“Y’ made muffins,” he observed bluntly, yawning as he shuffled his feet closer to the steaming pastries.

“Thanks, captain obvious,” she sighed in amusement as she watched him reach out to grab a muffin and retract his hand when it burned the tips of his fingers.

“Patience, rockstar,” she chided with a twinkle in her eye.

Letting go of his robe, Harry scooped her up in his strong but tired arms and carried her to the couch, sitting down carefully with her in his lap.

“Oh, I’ve missed you,” he murmured against your collarbone between delicate kisses to your neck. “You wouldn’t even believe how much.”

“While you were out, annihilating venue after venue, night after night, I was watching from the virtual sidelines, cheering you on all the way.”

“I couldn’t do it without you, y/n. Seriously.”

“Awww, Harry’s being soft,” you cooed endearingly against his chest.

“You give me motivation and inspiration and determination and all of the other -ations in the English language. I love you for that.” Feeling stupidly sappy, he changed the subject. “‘S the coffee done?”

“It’s good enough,” she replied, gesturing broadly to the coffee maker on the counter, feeling color rush to your cheeks. “I already set out your favorite mug out.”

“Thank you s’much, love.” He smiled down at the countertop, genuinely touched, the sun lighting up his side profile and filling his dimple. “I’ve missed our mornings together.”

“So have I,” she admitted more than readily, filling the silence as the next song began playing. “I enjoy the half-asleep Harry who lets me baby him.”

Her boyfriend reached out his arm and pulled her into a warm embrace complete with his signature robe. With his face buried in her hair, he managed, “There’s just something about mornings. They’re almost more intimate.”

“More intimate than nights?”

A smile spread subconsciously over his face before he could prevent it. He placed his hands delicately on his cheeks to hide the blush spreading across them.

“There’s just something more intimate,” he repeated with a chuckle.

“Get out, get out, get out of my head and fall into my arms instead,” y/n’s phone played, and she couldn’t help but sing along. “I don’t, I don’t, don’t know what it is, but I need that one thing.”

Harry joined. “And you’ve got that one thing.”

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navybrat817 · 1 year ago

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As Red as a Ruby

Pairing: Soft Dark!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You're still finding your footing as a stay-at-home spouse. Word Count: Over 1.4k Warnings: Gaslighting, coercion, creepy vibes, Andy Barber (yep, he's a warning) A/N: Andy and Ruby's Intro for my Disturbia AU! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You suppressed a sigh as you checked your perfectly manicured nails and waited for the casserole to finish. The last time you attempted this meal, you burned the food and the dish. You weren't going to win any cooking awards anytime soon, but you were trying your best for Andy. He deserved to come home to a nice meal.

Even if you needed to get help from one of the other wives.

A well-fed husband is a happy husband.

Rose reminded you earlier on the phone to check whether the top was browned and crisped, and to make sure the liquid had significantly decreased. She also noted to use a food thermometer once finished to ensure you cooked the dish thoroughly at 165 degrees. Admittedly, it already looked and smelled better than the last attempt as you checked it through the glass. That had to be a good sign.

Andy will appreciate a home cooked meal.

You blinked when the timer went off, praying you didn't drop the dish as you grabbed the oven mitt and carefully removed it. "Shit. Come on," you muttered to yourself as you tried to shut the door with your foot, getting it on the second attempt before you set the food down. After a moment, you laughed at yourself and grabbed the thermometer. Looking the part of a housewife was easy, but actually living it?

It's what I signed up for though. I'm a housewife in progress and my husband is proud of me.

"What's that?" you heard from the doorway.

"Fuck!" you yelled, the thermometer falling to the floor with a clatter as you clutched your chest. "Jesus, Andy. You scared the shit out of me," you said, your heart pounding still as you took a calming breath.

A good wife should speak like a lady.

Your husband casually leaned against the frame with a chuckle. He already had his jacket off and loosened his tie. You hadn't even heard him come in. You must've been too invested in making sure dinner turned out right. It didn't surprise you in the least that he stood quietly for God knows how long.

He liked to watch you.

"Sorry, honey. I didn't mean to scare you," he said all too innocently as you frowned at him. "You're lucky Steve isn't here. He'd scold you for that language."

"Steve isn't my husband," you pointed out.

Thank God for that. I wouldn't last one week as his wife.

Most of the men expected a certain level of decorum out of their partners, but Andy was lenient as long as you didn't embarrass him.

"No, he isn't. I might take issue if you suddenly wanted him," Andy agreed, crossing the room to press a kiss to your warm cheek. "You made a casserole."

You straightened up a little. He kept his tone light, but you wondered if he was judging it. And you. "I tried. Rose gave me some tips."

"That was kind of her. And probably the best one to give you advice since she's one of the best cooks on the block."

A twisted sort of smile formed on your face. Though you agreed that Rose was a wonderful cook, you couldn't help the surge of envy that worked its way into your chest as you thought of her and the other wives. Cherry baked the best treats. Rumor had it that Ginger wanted to start teaching exercise classes for the other wives.

What the hell do I bring to the table?

"Yeah, she is," you said, bitterness creeping in as you bent down to snatch up the thermometer.

Andy stepped back to let you go to the sink. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Nope," you said, glancing over your shoulder when you felt his deep blue eyes on you.

"I don't like it when you lie to me," he said in a low voice.

You almost dropped the thermometer again. Andy grew up in a world of secrets and lies. Though it shaped him into the man you loved, he didn't want you to keep anything from him, especially after his first marriage fell apart. No matter how big or small the issue or what your feelings were, he wanted the truth.

A good wife is truthful with her husband.

"It's just," you started as you tore your gaze away, not wanting him to see the vulnerability in your eyes. "I suck at this homemaker thing, Andy. I'll never be able to make masterpieces like Rose or anyone else. I'm lucky I don't iron a hole in your shirts."

"You know I couldn't care less about your cooking skills or any of that," he said, slipping his arms around your waist from behind. You went limp in his hold, happy that he wasn't upset. "That's not why I'm with you."

Why are you?

"Don't you mean my lack of skills?" you mumbled.

"Well, I didn't want to say anything, but…" he teased, brushing his beard along the column of your neck. "You're special to me, okay? Isn't that enough?"

Warmth replaced the envy that previously bloomed in your chest. While Andy wasn't a hero in the traditional sense like Steve or Bucky, he helped many as a lawyer. With his confidence, charm, and good looks, he could have anyone he wanted. Choosing you to be his side was much more than a dream come true.

It was a chance at a better life.

"It's more than enough," you promised.

"Before we sit down to eat, there is something we need to talk about," he said, turning you around to face him. "Something I need you to do for me."

"What is it?"

"I'm sure you already heard through the grapevine that Bucky has a wife," he said.

You nodded. Like the other wives, you were sure she had some kind of skill or hobby that would make Bucky a proud husband. You wondered how the two of you would get along. The last thing you needed to do was piss off the wife of the former Winter Soldier.

Her opinion doesn't matter. Only Andy's.

"Steve and Cherry plan to have a small get together after they get settled to welcome her to the neighborhood."

"And you want me to make her feel welcome?" you guessed.

"Cherry is the welcome wagon. You are going to keep an eye out for her," he corrected you. "The Haven is amazing, but it can be a bit of an adjustment. We need to make sure she fits in and falls in line. Be her friend. Be her confidant if you need to."

A good wife does what her husband says.

"I'll be her friend," you assured him, especially if it meant Andy would be happy. "Have you met her?"

"Not yet. They're still in their honeymoon phase," Andy replied.

So she's getting her back blown out.

"But you come right to me if anything feels wrong," he said, grasping your chin so you knew how serious he was. "Understood?

"I'll make sure she knows her place if she forgets it," you promised.

The Haven is euphoric and every wife is lucky to be here.

"Thank you," he smiled before he softly kissed your lips. You melted into it, the casserole long forgotten as you opened your mouth to him. He ended the kiss just as abruptly as it started, leaving you wanting more. "I'm sure we have nothing to worry about, but we can't be too careful."

"Of course," you smiled.

However Andy needs me to help, I'll do it.

"Now why don't you set the table while I pour us some wine?" he suggested, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip. "That red one you love."

You nibbled on his thumb with a smirk. For everything you lacked in the traditional sense, you kept him happy sexually. A faithful, giving wife through and through. "Good because the white one gives me a headache."

"We can't have that now, can we?"

"No, we can't," you said, sneaking another kiss in before you slipped out of his hold to get the plates.

"Oh, Ruby?" he asked.

"Yeah?"

"I'm proud of you for cooking," he said sincerely, your cheeks hot from the praise. "And I know you'll keep making me proud, won't you?" he said, turning the stove off for you.

"I will," you smiled.

"That's my girl."

I'll be the best wife for you and more.

Everything is FINE. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Andy Barber Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

#navybrat writes #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x female!reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x y/n #andy barber #soft!dark andy barber x reader #andy and ruby #disturbia au #andy barber imagine #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber au #chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x female!reader #chris evans x you #chris evans

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holylulusworld · 8 months ago

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A fresh start (4) - Three men and a baker

Summary: The world is safe. Thanos is gone. What now?

Pairing: Post-Endgame!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, plus-sized reader, virgin reader, virgin Steve Rogers, fluff, falling in love

A/N: Please consider I don’t care about the timeline of Endgame.

Written for my 16.666 followers celebration. Requested by @elle14-blog1

A fresh start (3) - Where to Captain?

A fresh start masterlist

16.666 followers ‘16 days of requests’ celebration

Time passed so fast.

One night Steve told you about their plan to bring all the people the world lost in the blip back, and the next thing you remember is that he came to you to say goodbye before the final battle.

You spent your days worrying about Steve, his friends, and the fate of the world. What if Thanos did something even more horrible if he found out what Captain America and the remaining Avengers tried to do?

You had faith in Steve and his friends. Still, you were scared of losing Steve forever. Just like you lost your granny.

The world was a different place, and you could only hope that whatever happened after Steve and his friends defeated Thanos would make it a better place for everyone.

You barely slept, and only dragged yourself out of bed to support the support group. It was important for you to help them cope while Steve tried to bring their loved ones back.

One day, when you opened your granny’s bakery three men stepped inside. Steve Rogers was one of them. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you.

“Steve,” you sniffled. “You’re back.” You held tight onto Steve for dear life. It felt too good having him back with you. “I feared the worst. I thought I lost you forever.”

Steve pecked your forehead, cheek, and lastly your lips.

“Whoa, Cap,” Sam chuckled as you and Steve were all over each other. “Take it slow. We are still here with you.”

“Steve, don’t you want to introduce us to the pretty dame?” Bucky poked his friend’s back. “We are here to get to know her.”

“Oh, sure,” Steve reluctantly let go of you. He looked you all over before introducing you to his friends. “Doll, that’s Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes.”

You gasped. “Your friends are back! You made it.” You wrapped Sam in a hug, sniffling as he was back. “Welcome back Sam.” You turned your attention toward Bucky. He huffed, but let you hug him too. “Bucky! Steve told me so much about you and Sam. His best friends.”

“Uh-it’s nice to meet you,” Bucky said. “Steve, I can’t believe you hid a pretty dame like Y/N from us for so long.”

“To be fair, you weren’t around when I met Y/N—” Steve dropped his gaze, suddenly aware of what he just said. “Sorry. That was…”

“Hey, we were only dust in the wind,” Sam joked while Bucky grumbled under his breath. “You brought us back, though.”

“He never gave up on you,” you hastily said. “Steve missed his friends so much and tried to find a way to defeat Thanos. And he did.” You wrapped Steve in a hug again. “I knew he’d make it. He’s my hero.”

Bucky and Sam shared a knowing look. “So…this is your bakery?” Sam said to break the awkward moment. “It’s very nice.”

“It was my granny’s bakery,” you explained. “She left it to me. Granny passed away shortly before the blip.”

“It smells great,” Bucky craned his neck to glance at the freshly baked pie on the counter. “It smells like plums.”

“Do you want a slice, Bucky?” You grabbed Bucky’s hand. “Sorry, is it okay that I call you Bucky?”

“Sure, doll,” you giggled when Bucky brought your hand to his lips to press a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“Buck,” Steve stepped closer to you. He possessively wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gave his friend a stern look. “How about we all have a slice of pie to celebrate our reunion.”

“Aw, he doesn’t like sharing,” Sam teased. He watched you lean into Steve’s touch. “I get it, man. She’s special.”

“Your girl is nice,” Bucky watched his friend check on his phone. “Y/N said you met at the support group meeting. How long is this going on between you two?”

“She’s…I mean…she took my breath away the moment I first laid my eyes on her,” Steve nervously shifted on his feet. “I like…no, I love her. She’s the one, Buck. I just don’t know if I’m the man she wants.”

Sam huffs. “Steve, she’s completely and hopelessly in love with you. Y/N didn’t even spare us a glance. She’s not impolite, that’s a fact. Y/N simply was distracted by your presence.”

“What he said.” Bucky nodded in agreement. “What’s the problem? You love her. She loves you. A perfect match.”

Steve's cheeks turned pink. He huffed and dropped his eyes to the ground, staring at his shoes.

“She’s perfect and I love her. Y/N is the one but,” he sighed deeply. “How can I tell her that I never was with a woman before?”

“Wait—what?” Sam looked at Bucky, furrowing his brows. “But man, you’re tall and all. Women should be all over you. How can you never…I mean…”

“Stevie waited for the right girl,” Bucky placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Right? You didn’t want your first time to be meaningless.”

“Something like that,” Steve murmured. “After I crashed into the ice and lost the chance to dance with Peggy, I have never met a woman making me feel the way Peggy made me feel. Y/N is different. She’s the one and I don’t want to disappoint her.”

Sam nodded and thought about a way to help his friend. He was honored that Steve felt comfortable enough around him to talk about such a sensitive topic.

“I need your help,” Steve suddenly said. “I want to make Y/N happy in any way. This includes physical love too.”

Bucky grinned. “Stevie, we’ve got this.” He looked at Sam. “Right? We are going to tell Steve how to make his pretty doll happy.”

“Do you think she’s ready to take the next step, Steve?” Sam asked. “You should both be on the same side.”

Steve shook his head. “I don’t want to hurry things with Y/N. All I want is to be ready to give her pleasure if she wants me to. I want her to feel safe and loved when she’s with me. I would never do anything she doesn’t want.”

“Relax, Steve,” Sam patted Steve’s shoulder. “We will help you. Y/N is special and I’m glad you found someone like her in your darkest hour…”

Part 5

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#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve x reader #steve rogers x female!reader #A fresh start (4) - Three men and a baker

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deepdeanvsweston · 1 month ago

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George Mukherjee headcanons?

Hello anon these were so fun!!! Hope they're ok <3

- gets travelsick quite a bit

- Daisy will try to call shotgun and Alex is immediately all "no George needs to be in the frontseat trust me"

- has a special interest in beetles!!! And also unsolved mysteries

- has 2 pet beetles at home called Mary and Celeste (please say someone gets their names)

- this has in no way helped Harold's fear of bugs

- it's the one thing he'll actually be distracted by

- ("🫡🤨🤔 so then she went left down the stairs and..."

"And? Earth to George?"

"Sorry, there was a ladybird on your shoulder ☺️🥰😄"

- has monogrammed pyjamas. Yes exactly like the ones you're imagining all silky and with G.M over the breast pocket

- has to bring a pillow from home to sleep with at Weston otherwise he can tell it's Not The Right Pillow

- has OCD. Harold is always checking up on him

- multitalented king fr:

- on the athletics team and surprisingly good at cartwheels and all that gym stuff

- in the school band and plays the trumpet

- (some uncle who wanted to piss off George's parents got him one when he was like 3 and George hasn't looked back)

- President of Weston's pet club Yr 7 - Yr 8 until he broke out the snakes and took them home with him after he claimed neglect by the teachers

- says he likes hot chocolate but actually likes hot milk with the absolute briefest sprinkling of cocoa powder

- a romantic!!! (scrawled in the back of a Yr 8 maths book is 'George Arcady' and 'G.M + A.A forever')

- sends flowers to all his friends on Valentines Day

- used to be the sole member of the Junior Pinkertons, except when it was only George he simply called himself P.I Mukherjee

- his brain goes too fast for his hand, so he struggles with writing a lot

- (this made the P.I Mukherjee years quite hard)

- shit at temperature regulation (autism's fault) so levels of permissible touch can vary

- liable to kill if he gets too hot

- on the other hand, very very very affectionate when it gets cold

- ("George, just a guess here, thinking out loud really, but are you cold?"

*Sitting on the sofa cuddling Alex, practically in his lap*

"I might be.")

- if he gets a question right he stims by shaking his head happily

- Daisy and Hazel were wildly confused why George was verbally agreeing with them but his body language was saying otherwise until he explained it to them

- shower hog, loves the hot water

- eyes Daisy suspiciously everytime she's in his room (he's seen the way she treats her things, especially books)

- steals all Harold's books from him while he's at uni

- second shortest of the detective gang, after Hazel

- excellent at cooking but awful at baking

- will make a beautiful and delicious meal and then try to make something as simple as cupcakes and set the kitchen on fire

- drama is his favourite subject. He's about average at it, but has the confidence for the stage and is good at projecting his voice

- never uses emojis, only colons and various letters like this :D :O :(

- can and will do everyone's hair (i.e plaiting Hazel's, giving Alex's a simple brush and maybe a bow, making sure Daisy's curls don't get knotted)

- wants to be a parent

#murder most unladylike #mmu #george mukherjee #mmu headcannons

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noellefan101 · 1 year ago

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Bakery Love

Genshin impact, modern baker au, reader´s family owns(and works at) a bakery + reader works there, gn!reader

characters: Tighnari, Albedo, Kazuha, Cyno, Nilou, Xiao x gn!reader

Warnings: kissing, baking(duh), romantic relationship (+ planoinic in some but not with the main), kissing, , tell me if i missed anything

Note: I'm sorry if there´s any mistakes, english is not my first language and this is not prof-read yeah enjoy ;) and it feels so weird to write for Nilou when the rest is men, i didn´t think abt that. luv you all, mwah ;)

Tighnari

i feel like he would be there to get a birthday cake for Collei, (im sorry it just sounds too cute) and you were at the front desk in your apron talking to a customer, when he walked in and ordered. you looked at him, asked what he would like and wrote a note down so you could remember - he ordered a "healthy" cake with green frosting on one side and red on the other with Cuilein anbars on the green side and baron bunnies on the red side. and then he also leaves his number woth the order bc he thinks your cute so you start to become friends. anyway, thats how you met onto when you start dating

you would come over to his house after your shift, or when you both have time, and bring him some baked goods for him and Collei/i feel like they would live together in a modern au, like Tighnari would still be her caretaker, just like in the game/. you and Tighnari would definitely bake together, and you would teach him how to bake certain pastries and stuff, and Collei/+Cyno maybe/could join if they wanted to (it would be so cute wtf). i also think he would be like a florist or smt, like he owns a flower shop, so he would bring you flowers or just plants in general. so the bakery would have a lot of plants that he´s given you. and your family (lovingly) hates him because where tf are they gonna put all these fricking flowers and stuff he gets you every week. tho their happy for you and they also got free decor for the bakery so they don´t really complain.

to him you´re like a rose, beautiful, even if sometimes you sting, he adores you just as much

Albedo

he was just there to study at first, maybe get some coffee and a piece of cake, when he saw you behind the counter he kinda.. uhm.. fell in love at first sight, yeah... anyway now/because of your beauty/he is there studying more often or when you´re there to be exact. your sibling or parent called it out but you denied it and didn´t think much of it. and then he finally asked for your number

when you finally start dating, he would still study at your bakery but it´ll be a little more often. and not only on your shifts but on other family members too, mainly bc he wants to get to know them better. he also brings his little sister, Klee, with him more often so she can meet you and your family + see the bakery. he also would make some artificial things for you, like flowers and stuff, you could either put in your room or around the bakery. yk the flower he makes in his idol or whatever its called, so like one of those or just anything you want really. he could also paint there, but he´ll just start painting you and he doesn´t want other people to think he´s stalking you.

to him you´re like a painting, pretty in many ways, and perfect in his eyes

Kazuha

he would visit the bakery once in a while, finding it relaxing to be there and finding great inspiration for his poems and stories. and something he has noticed is the beautiful person that is sometimes behind the corner/you hehe/and starts to slowly become his muse. he couldn´t help it its like keeping a secret from someone, but sharing it with the world at the same time. he finds himself going to the same place over and over again, only wanting to see your face one more time. (wtf happened to me) while he was unknowingly falling in love with this new muse, you were falling for him. (ok i need to fricking stop, omg)

when you two finally started dating, he still kept you as his muse, but this time you were both aware and laughed a little together because of it. anyway he would be there even more to just sit and write about something, then later in the day/or week if you both were busy/he would read them out to you. and at some point you would start giving him notebooks every few months just so he could write his poetry on something other than the tissues from the bakery(omg that would be so cute and hilarious at the same time). in return he would gift you your favorite flowers and try and learn to bake, even tho its not perfect he tries and you love it. sometimes you´ll bake something with him and teach him properly how to do something/or do it the way your family does it/and then after you eat it together.

to him you're a miracle, your his love, his life, and his muse, he doesn´t know what to do without you now

Cyno

he´s a policeman (the hot kind) and there was an incident with your neighbor bc their store got robbed/in my mind it's a jewelry store but let your mind go wherever/so you got a few questions since you were on your shift at the time they came in. but you then after went into the back/your home to get your parents. and then after he started showing up more both because of the situation but also because he generally liked your pastries and cakes. even after the case ended he still came over on a lot of all of his breaks, maybe it was sometimes to see you but you ofc didn´t need to know that ;)

so when you guys started dating, he would ofc still come over but also look out for you, your family, and the bakery. also in his free time/even tho its not often/he would "help" you with baking. aka your teaching him how to bake bc he can´t for the life of him, but he brags to his friends abt it "cough". anyway, he would love to try some new recipes you find online or in your family cookbook, and help as much as he can. if you made him some pastries for him to take with him to work, he would fall even more `head over heels` in love with you, seriously do it. he would definitely stop anybody that tries to steal anything from the bakery, and get them arrested immediately.

to him your love is like a drug, addicting, but even if he knows it he will still love you for eternity

Nilou

yk the cake she eats in game, that would definitely be the reason you two met. like it would be in the bakery´s window or smt and she would order that with a smile, while you where on your shift ofc. and she would get all exited and stuff. + she thinks the way you and your family make it is much better, so she´s basically a reguler bc she orders at your bakery so often. and then she starts to fall in love with one of the bakers there (you), and so she tries to find out when your shift is and stuff. (my brain couldn´t stop sry, that was a lot)

anyways, when you start dating she would definitely want to try and learn the recipe and bake it with you, but ofc she needs practice so she´ll eat your portion at the start, but you can´t complain you´ve literally done this your whole life ofc you´re better. she´d also want to meet your family early on bc you told her about some baking days when you test new recipes and stuff, so she´d be the taste tester and give tips if she could. aand you would give her discounts for some kisses. she would also dance in the bakery, with you and your family´s content ofc, so she could attract customers with her beautiful dancing.

to her you´re like cake, has many flavors, not all perfect but to her you are too perfect to enjoy only once

Xiao

i see him getting dragged there by some friends/yk aether, venti, kazuha, heizou and then scara is getting dragged there too. so basically 6rezze(sry if thats wrong) or 5wirl, but they aren´t famous/and they drag him to your bakery. bc they wanted to try the cakes and stuff. and your the one behind the counter(idk if thats a good thing or not, but ig it was?). and so you had to deal with some boys yelling at each other while one of them was completely silent/xiao/he just ordered and explained what the rest/but not for heizou, kazuha cuz i feel like they would already have ordered/you just got the pastries and cakes they ordered, and they then sat down seeming to calm down.

after you started dating he wouldn´t come to the bakery often, but he´ll definitely come over like once a week/before was like once or twice a month/and he won´t order much but is just there to support you. otherwise, if he comes to the bakery he´ll just go straight to the back to see you/they know who he is ofc, but for first-time workers that might be weird/and he would be a little sad if you were too busy to give him attention. if you give him some non-sweet cake or pastries he´ll love you even more(i swear thats impossible). he´ll also feed you, and let you feed him in return. if you want him to learn how to bake he´ll do it, but only if you teach him ofc. so there you are in your kitchen with xiao, trying to teach him to bake the non-sweet cake he likes.

you´re like the cakes you make, sweet, although he doesn´t normally like sweet things, he loves you more than anything else

Author: the sweet things at the end of each one, omg how tf did i come with those aaaaahhhh i´m freaking out right now. also if you want me to do more of these pls tell me + the characters you want in it.

thank you for reading, luv ya-Masterlist

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toastbaby · 10 months ago

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Summary: Peeta finally gets a chance to talk with his childhood crush when she shows up at his door to sell some ingredients for his pastries.

for @isarnicole

a/n: A little something I wrote for @thgseasonofhope holiday gift exchange! Hope you enjoy! (Ps. this is my first - but hopefully not last - Everlark fic, so I'd love to know what you think! But please be gentle since English is not my first language!)

words: 3900+

Rated: T

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“Peeta!”

The 20-year-old baker pulled his attention away from the dough he had been preparing, turning his head towards the source of the voice. His dad was standing in the doorway, his face glistening with sweat because of the rush hour at the bakery.

“Yes, dad?”

“Someone’s coming to sell some herbs and other things we could use in our pastries. Could you please take care of it? My hands are a bit full right now,” the older man huffed, gesturing towards the busy cafe area.

“Sure. Not a problem.”

As Peeta had gotten older, his dad had gradually started giving him more responsibilities at the bakery, intending to leave it to him one day. Peeta’s older brothers weren’t interested in running the place, and Peeta knew he was a better baker than them anyway, thanks to excessive training he had done since he was a kid. Despite that, sometimes the voice of his mother nagged in his head, calling him useless, but the signs of confidence his father showed towards him helped him to ignore it.

He continued kneading the dough once his dad left, but about five minutes later there was a knock at the backdoor of the bakery.

“Just a minute!” Peeta yelled before quickly pulling his hands from the dough and rinsing them under the sink. In his rush he didn’t realize that he had a bit of flour all over his body, including his hair, from carrying a huge bag earlier.

The smile he was wearing on his face when he opened the door froze when he saw a short young woman with a sleek, black braid, olive skin and piercing, gray eyes standing right in front of him. The very same woman who had been a part of his dreams for longer than he could remember: Katniss Everdeen.

“H-hi!” he stuttered, just standing there dumbly as she was taking his floury frame in.

“Uh, hello?” Her greeting sounded almost like a question. When he didn’t move for a moment, she asked: “Can I come in? It’s kind of cold out here.”

That made Peeta finally snap out of his daze.

“Yeah, of course.” He backed up into the kitchen. “Sorry, I was just… surprised, I guess. When my dad told me I was going to have a business meeting with someone, I didn’t realize it was going to be you.”

Katniss gave him a strange look.

“Well, your dad seemed to think that my herbs and vegetables are what he’s looking for, so here I am.”

“Right. Um, listen… Could we start this over? I swear I’m not usually like this.” When Katniss gave him an expectant look, he extended his hand to her, like he would with any guest. “It’s good to see you, Katniss. What did you bring with you?”

Katniss’ mouth twitched ever so slightly at Peeta’s attempt to fix the situation, a sight that made Peeta happier than he thought was normal, but she did take his hand and gave it a firm, warm squeeze. After that she went straight into business mode and marched to the baking counter where she could display her products.

“Some dill, mint leaves, rosemary, basil, oregano, peppers, tomatoes, even a piece of the goat cheese made of the milk of Prim’s goat… Well, Lady’s the only goat we have so our cheese supply is limited right now but you could have whatever we can sell.”

Peeta looked in awe at the impressive collection of herbs and vegetables. The smell of the herbs was truly quite delicious and he could see that they were well taken care of. However, focusing on his actual task of buying Katniss’ products was a bit challenging when she was standing so close to him. Even with the herbs right in front of him he swore he could sense a whiff of pine trees coming from her hair.

“Would you like to taste the cheese?” Katniss asked, unwrapping the foil the cheese was kept in.

“Sure. I’ll get a knife so I can cut it.”

Peeta had been prepared to lie in case he wouldn't have liked the cheese, but turned out it really was worth all the praise he could give. It seemed that Katniss was far prouder for her sister’s achievements than her own, so she accepted the compliments he gave her sister happily. After that the talk moved to the herbs.

“The rosemary could go well with the cheese buns, and mint is good in some sweet things�� Smoothie? Mousse? A chocolate cake?” He started listing ideas that came to his head as he tried to keep his focus on the things Katniss had brought. He didn’t miss the way Katniss’ eyes lit with interest when he mentioned the chocolate cake. “Hey, as controversial as this opinion may be, I’ve always liked mint chocolate. Maybe you should sell some of this to my brother; he runs a small chocolate factory nearby.”

“You think he’d buy it?” Katniss asked, a little shyly.

“Oh, absolutely! He’s always on the lookout for new products that make his business stand out. What’s better than combining the chocolate with fresh, local ingredients grown with love?”

“I do love chocolate as well,” Katniss admitted. “I guess you’re going to have to give me his contact info.”

Peeta wasn’t quite sure what got to him when he raised his eyebrow playfully and asked: “What about me? Would you like to have my contact info too?”

For a moment Katniss looked utterly confused.

“But I already know where this bakery is, and I already have its phone number…”

“That’s not quite what I meant…” Peeta shook his head, scratching the back of his head. “Um, never mind that. So, about the price. My dad left some suggestions here,” he dug out a paper where his father had written down what the usual price for specific herbs was, “But he said that he trusts us so if you think that these are too little, we can still change them…”

Katniss’ eyes moved rapidly as she took in the numbers, her frown deepening with each word.

“Peeta… I can’t accept this much. This is way more than what I get when I sell my herbs at the market.”

Peeta stopped her before she could resist even further. “See, that’s the thing, Katniss. Both my father and I agree that for all the hard work that you do on your own you deserve a hell of a lot more than what you get. I don’t think you even understand how much people appreciate local, freshly picked products these days. So, this is the least we can do to both support other local entrepreneurs and also boost our own image! Please, just accept the offer.”

Katniss bit her lip for a moment, her frown still visible. “Fine,” she said finally. “But you’ll have to let me do something in return for you.”

Peeta grinned mischievously, already feeling a lot more relaxed than in the beginning of this meeting. “Well, I would appreciate it if you remembered to mention to your customers that Mellark’s bakery makes the best cheese buns in the entire country.” He winked and Katniss’ cheeks got some extra color. “I’m just kidding. You don’t have to do that. Not saying that I would complain about free advertisements, but really, we would be happy to simply get to use your products.”

He stopped for a moment, gathering the nerve to say what he had been itching to say for a while. “Oh, and I might also be in need of a test taster. Can’t sell products without even knowing if they’re any good, right? My dad has probably never said a critical word in his life so he isn’t the right person for that job.”

Whatever Peeta had expected Katniss to answer to his request, it was not this: “I’ve eaten your cheese buns. And cinnamon rolls. And if those are any indication of what you can create, I highly doubt that you are capable of making anything that tastes bad.”

Did she really just compliment my baking? was all that Peeta could think of, and it took him a while to realize that she was probably expecting him to say something back. The small, shy smile on her face wasn’t really helping him to come up with anything coherent enough.

“I… You would be surprised to know how much trial and error really goes into making new recipes. You should have seen that one time when I thought it’d be a good idea to mix black pepper into a red velvet cake batter. What was worse, my brother accidentally used the peppery layer in a cake that had been ordered for a wedding. The bride wasn’t very happy about it!”

Now Katniss was actually laughing, and it softened the blow of him remembering that his mother’s reaction afterwards had been far from funny. Her voice was soft and bright and it made Peeta’s heart skip a beat.

“Poor thing,” Katniss chuckled. “That must have been quite a surprise.”

“Yep,” Peeta cringed at the memory. “We did luckily have an extra cake in the freezer that only needed to be decorated so they did get a better cake in the end, but the damage was already done. I learned my lesson, though: do not mix black pepper with anything sweet.”

Katniss rested her hand on Peeta’s shoulder for a moment, and that alone made him forget about all the unpleasant thoughts he had had earlier.

“How old were you when that happened?” she asked, more seriously, almost as if she had sensed the negative undertones the story had had despite his attempt to keep his appearance cheerful.

“I think maybe 12-13. I know it sounds young but I had already made plenty of cakes and done decorating at that point.” He shrugged.

“You decorated cookies too,” Katniss said, more of a statement than a question. Peeta wondered if she was thinking about the same thing he was, a memory from years ago.

“I did,” he nodded. Her eyes didn’t leave him for quite a while and it looked like she was about to say something, but then thought better of it.

“So, a test taster?'' She returned to the original topic. “And you think I’d be suitable for that job?”

“Absolutely. I need someone who isn’t afraid to say what they think, and I mean that in the best way possible. Your opinion does mean a lot to me, Katniss.” He gave her a reassuring smile, and she finally relented.

“Alright. Just tell me when you want me to be here.”

…

The next weekend Peeta was bouncing on his heels in the backroom of the bakery as he was waiting for 6 pm, the time Katniss was set to arrive. Since it was almost time for the holidays, he was dressed in a green sweater instead of his usual work attire, and he had also picked one of his nicer pairs of pants and even tried to tame his curly hair a bit beforehand. His brothers had given him a lot of shit for his not so subtle attempt at trying to impress his guest, but he knew that they were actually happy that he was finally taking the chance that he should have taken years ago. Happy enough that Rye had even helped Peeta with some last minute preparations and left the bakery with a wink, promising to stay out of his way. Peeta’s dad was also aware of the test tasting plans and he had only patted encouragingly on his son’s shoulder before closing the door behind him.

Finally, Peeta heard a quiet tap at the backdoor and he got there embarrassingly fast. Behind the door he found a heavily glad Katniss, who seemed to be wearing multiple sweaters under the big leather jacket he was used to seeing on her. Her shoulders were covered in a thin layer of snow from the snowfall outside and her cheeks had gotten some extra color from the cool winter air, so she managed to look even more adorable than usual in Peeta’s eyes as she was standing there in front of him.

“Hi,” she greeted him first.

“Hi. C’mon in. I’m glad you could make it.”

He moved to let Katniss into the bakery, and when she was removing her jacket, the first thing he noticed was that the sweater underneath it was soft orange.

“What? Is something wrong?” Katniss asked when he wouldn’t stop staring.

Peeta shook his head, his lips tugging upwards. “Nothing. I just like the color of your sweater. It reminds me of the sunset.”

Katniss looked down at her sweater and after that took in his outfit. “I guess it kind of does. And I like the green of your sweater. It makes me think of a forest.”

Peeta tried to not look too happy about his successful sweater choice. “Or the plants you grow.”

Once Katniss had left her outdoor clothes on the coat rack, he led her to the big dining table in the middle of the kitchen. “Um, here we have some things for you to taste. I haven't had time to test them myself, but I do promise you that none of them have black pepper in them.”

“Good to know,” Katniss smiled at him, and his heart did something weird again. “I would say that’s a great start.

“So, I thought you could first try the rosemary cheese buns. Sorry, I may have gone a bit overboard with these…” He gestured in the direction of the huge pile of pastries.

“They smell incredible!” Katniss exclaimed, her eyes wide, as she hovered over the freshly made cheese buns. She took one into her small hand and buried her nose into it for a second before taking a small bite. “Oh my god, Peeta! These…” she searched for the right words for a moment, “somehow these are even better than the regular cheese buns!”

Something melted in Peeta’s heart when he saw the contentment on Katniss’ face. “I guess I need to make a note to have cheese buns ready whenever you’re about to visit.” He grinned. “As the creator of the recipe it makes me really happy to hear that you like them”

“Like them? I think I could eat 10 of these at once and not regret it a single bit.” she mumbled while still eating, not even caring there were cheese bun grumps on her sweater. That just made her more endearing in Peeta’s eyes, somehow.

“Good thing you know someone who can make them, then,” he said, entirely incapable of keeping his face straight as he saw her enthusiasm.

They kept chatting while Katniss ate. At first the talk was about more mundane things, such as their old school days, new recipes Peeta still wanted to try and his plans to improve the bakery in the near future. But after Peeta had told Katniss he enjoyed working at the bakery because it allowed him to be creative, she shyly told Peeta about what had originally inspired her to start her own business. When she had been little, both her parents had enjoyed growing their own garden and they had encouraged their daughters to do the same. Her mother had been particularly interested in the medical properties of various herbs and she had been selling them before the accident that took her father’s life changed everything for the Everdeen family. But gardening brought Katniss memories of happier times and she had a natural love for all kinds of plants from being out in the woods so much as a kid, so continuing the work had felt like the right decision after finishing high school. Maybe one day she would manage to save enough money to continue her studies, but for now, she was happy the way she was.

“That makes sense,” Peeta commented. “My mother would have wanted me to become a doctor or a lawyer or something like that, but really, I was never that into studying – my favorite subjects were English and arts so those were the only things I could have imagined studying further. I think I knew from pretty early on this is what I wanted to do, and when my mom left a few years ago, that kind of sealed the deal for me… I had nothing stopping me from staying.”

“So you were happy your mom left?” Katniss asked hesitantly.

Peeta nodded. “I think you already have an idea about what kind of person she is. My dad stood her much longer than he should have. What she did… It was more verbal than physical abuse, constant reminders of things I couldn’t do… But sometimes she’d hit us too.”

Katniss’ gaze turned to the gingerbread cookies that were laid on a plate near Peeta. It seemed to be drawn to a very specific cookie: a round one, with a dandelion frosting

“I remember wondering why you had a red cheek once when we were eleven… Did she do that?” She asked, surprising Peeta by stepping closer to him and cradling his cheeks between her hands.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, unable to look into her eyes. He remembered that particular occasion Katniss was referring to all too well.

Instead of saying something like “I’m so sorry”, which was what Peeta usually got when people discovered the real reason for his mother leaving her family behind, Katniss took an entirely different approach. Her voice was quiet and her eyes shone with unshed tears when she said:

“You know… a very kind boy once left me dandelion cookies very similar to those right next to you… Although admittedly, the frosting was a little sloppier, but still, definitely recognizable. It happened during a time when I was this close to just giving up on everything. But that small act of kindness reminded me that there was hope. That no matter how dark things seemed, there was someone who cared. Even if the giver himself didn’t think of his deed as anything huge, it meant a world to me. One time I caught him by my locker, sneaking those cookies in from the small gap on the top, but he left before I had a chance to say anything. I always wished I could thank him for his kindness, but I never seemed to find the right words. But I guess this is as good an opportunity as any, so: thank you. Sincerely.”

“I… I’m glad I could help. But to be honest, I often felt like I should have done more, should have actually talked to you, but I always chickened out… Looks like our thoughts were pretty similar back then.”

“I guess so.” Katniss shrugged, her hand still lingering on his cheek.

“But I suppose it’s never too late to fix our past mistakes,” Peeta whispered.

There was a weird kind of tension in the air between them. Peeta wished he could close the gap between them and just kiss her, but that would certainly just freak her out, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. And so, mainly to stop himself from doing something he’d regret, he put some distance between them, cleared his throat and noted: “You haven’t tried the chocolate cake yet. I saved the best for last!”

“Oh?” Katniss cocked her eyebrow playfully. “Be careful of what you promise. You should know that after the cheese buns my expectations are impossibly high.”

Peeta snorted. “You really liked my buns, huh?” Katniss rolled her eyes at the double entendre. “Sorry, don’t mind me. Would you like something to drink with the cake? Tea? Hot chocolate? Juice?”

“Maybe some tea, please, since the cake already has chocolate in it.”

The pair cut small slices from the cake and Peeta poured them some tea before they sat down to eat. However, Katniss had barely tasted the piece when she started coughing and took a napkin to spit the rest of it out. “Peeta, what’s this?”

Peeta tasted his piece carefully and immediately understood what had happened.

“The frosting… tastes like garlic? Is that on purpose?” Katniss asked.

“I swear I didn’t know about this!” Peeta raised his hands in the air. “I think my lovely brother Rye just paid back for that time when he had to take the blame for the pepper cake. He knew you were coming here and he was helping me before you arrived…”

“What do I have to do with this?” Katniss questioned.

“Nothing,” Peeta rushed to answer before he had to explain to Katniss that his brothers knew about his longtime crush. “Ugh, I really am sorry. I promise I will bake you another cake in the near future and make sure no brothers are nearby to mix the wrong ingredients into it… That is, if you allow it.”

He must have looked miserable because Katniss’ scowl melted into a smile.

“I’ll allow it.”

And suddenly, both of them were laughing so hard that Katniss had to lean against Peeta’s shoulder, and they didn’t stop for several minutes.

“When I said it was going to taste even better than the cheese buns this definitely wasn’t what I had in my mind,” he finally said while swiping the tears of laughter from his cheeks.

“I bet you didn’t,” Katniss grinned, and the weight dropped from Peeta’s heart.

“Here,” he threw her a chocolate ball from a bag Rye had left behind and she caught it. “Something to take the garlic taste from your mouth. I tasted these myself before you arrived so I know they are fine.”

“These are really good,” Katniss commented after popping the chocolate into her mouth. “Tell Rye I might forgive him for the garlic trick if I get a bag of these for free.”

“I will let him know,” Peeta smirked.

The two of them kept eating the chocolate balls, occasionally throwing them into each other’s mouths. Just when Peeta was about to voice a question that had been bothering him the whole night, his dad entered the room. It was only then that Peeta realized how close he was still standing to Katniss.

“Peeta, I wouldn’t interrupt you if it wasn’t important but it seems there’s been some mix up with an order and I need you to check it quickly.”

“Alright,” Peeta sighed. “I’ll be back soon,” he told Katniss before following his dad out of the kitchen.

When he came back, he found Katniss loading their dishes into the dishwasher and humming a Christmas song quietly. When she noticed him, she seemed a bit startled, as if she had been caught doing something wrong, but when Peeta reassured her he had liked her humming, she soon calmed down.

“Actually…” He nervously shifted his weight from one foot to another as he debated if he should really say what he wanted to say next. “I remember you singing in front of our class when we were five. That was the first moment when I really noticed you. Your voice was the prettiest thing I had ever heard… and still is.”

Katniss was quiet for a moment. “Peeta… When you gave me those cookies, why did you do it?”

“Why do you think I did?”

He didn’t have a chance to say anything else when her lips were on his, causing his brain to malfunction entirely. Somehow he still managed to respond to the kiss, not quite able to believe that it was actually happening. The moment was over too soon for his liking, but the feeling of her soft lips still lingered on his when he asked:

“Do you think… there is a chance you would be willing to go out with me some time? And not just for test tasting?

“Yeah. I think I might,” she smiled shyly, and kissed him again.

#everlark #thg #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #my fics

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nanaloveswo-men · 2 years ago

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piece of cake - erling haaland

pairing: erling haaland x brazilian fem!reader

summary: it’s your birthday party when your friends decided to tease you by asking to who you’re going to give the first piece of your birthday cake, bringing up the brazilian tradition where the birthday girl gives the first piece of the cake to the person she loves the most

warnings: fluffy, swearing, just a bit of mature language

author notes: just an ideia i had because of a dream. I’m not a native english speaker, so i’m sorry if there is any kind of error.

word count: 1,1k

“so, i’m the one you love the most.”

Everything was good, you were with your best friends and with your sweet boyfriend, nothing could go wrong, right? Wrong.

After the birthday song, you were ready to finally cut the cake you’ve been dying the whole night to taste.

Your bestie baked the cake herself, and since the morning, she’s been telling you about how excited she was for your birthday, and how she put all of her energy into baking the most perfect and delicious cake this world could see.

You totally agreed with her, because now, when you were seeing the final piece, you could confirm that the cake was beuatiful. The light pink glacé was perfectly spread along the round surface, and the strawberries on the top were the final touch.

“I love it! Thank you so much!”

You said excited, and your bestie could only smile with your happiness. Haaland was by your side, his eyes shining just from seeing your happy face, for him, moments like this were precious.

“Can i cut it now?” you asked, already bored with all the photos your friends had already taken of the cake. “No!” your bestie screamed “We need to take pictures of you and Haaland, so don’t you dare to make any move!”

You rolled your eyes, being honest, the only thing you wanted was to eat the fucking cake, but when you saw Erling’s puppy eyes, excited for taking pictures with you, your mind changed completely.

“Ok, i will do it, but not because you asked” you felt your cheeks heating up “Yeah, yeah, everyone know why you are being obedient” your male friend teased, and you just gave him the middle finger.

On the other side, Haaland was red like a tomato, his cheeks were burning from shame. Your friends were always teasing you and him like that, but Haaland could never get used to it. “Just ignore them, babe” you said, trying to get your boyfriend back to his normal skin color.

Erling and you posed for like, fifteen minutes, making all the poses your friends asked you to, some of them were actually good and cute, but others were just stupid.

“Ok, that’s enough!” you screamed after your bestie suggested one pose that was a lit bit pornographic. “Let’s eat the cake”.

“Do you need help love?” Erling asked when he saw you getting the knife “Nop, thank you” you denied his offer.

The smile on your face was one of the biggest Haaland had ever seen, and he could only imagine how special this day was for you.

One of your friends was recording everything, from the moment you grabbed the knife, to the moment where you finally cut the cake with the most childish smile possible, and after.

You put the fresh piece into the plate near to you, and just like a proud mom, you lift the plate, showing to everyone what you just did.

“That’s amazing darling” Erling said, also looking like a proud dad “I know, i’m incredible” you teased.

You were going to cut another piece of the cake, when your bestie appeared from nowhere, looking at you with a smirk. “Well, you know, we’re not in Brazil, but i think we should keep our traditions” she started to talk, and just from the beggining of her sentence, you already knew that you wouldn’t like when she was finished.

“I don’t know what you’re planning devil, but I don’t want to hear” you tried to end this situation, but she just ignored you.

“Who’s going to receive the first piece of the cake?” she was looking between you and Haaland. “It should be the birthday girl, right?” Erling said kind of confused, not understanding why you looked so shy suddenly.

“Fuck off, i’m not doing this” you tried to look rough, but everyone at the party knew that you were ashamed.

All the attention was on you, including Erling’s attention.

You didn’t want to do this because you knew that all of your friends would tease you about this for at least forever, but because of the pressure, and because of Erling pretty shine eyes, you shyly handed the plate with the piece of cake to him.

“Take it, it’s for you” you said making Haaland more confused “What is all of this?” he asked, not sure if he should take the cake or not “Just take, i can explain it to you later”.

When Erling was finally with the cake in hands, everyone started celebrating, some of your friends even faking a cry.

“I hate all of you” was your speech.

After some hours, the party was finally over, and now you and Erling were just laying in bed, you on top of him, with your head in the crock of his neck while his hand was carissing your naked back.

“Do you mind to explain what was the whole thing with the cake?” he said looking down to you.

You sighed.

“It’s kind of a stupid thing, but in Brazil we have a tradition” Haaland stoped his actions to show that he was paying attention. “And what, love?” he encouraged “It’s a tradition where you give the first piece of the birthday cake to the person you love the most, it’s more like a child thing, but some people take it really serious” you explained.

Erling was laughing, and you looked at him with a shock face, but with the sound of his laug, your expression quickly changed, a smile surging.

“Well, this is actually really cute” he said changing your positions, now he was on top of you, his arms on the side of your head “Honestly, i tought it was something much worse, coming from your friends”

Now was your time to laugh.

“I can’t blame you, they are really terrible” you agreed with Haaland.

In the position you two were, you could perfectly view Erling’s face, so you did.

“So, i’m the one you love the most.” he said teasing, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes “Please, don’t start with this shit too” you begged “Nah, c’mon, just admit that you love me more than anything else”

You wanted to smack the smirk out of his face, but you liked his face too much for this.

“And boost your ego? No, thank you” you weren’t giving what he wanted this easy “Well, then I think I need to make you admit it”.

One second later Erling was all over you, his hands, his lips, his body. No need to say that in the morning you had admited it at least a thousand times.

In Erling’s next birthday, he gave to you the first piece of his cake.

#erling haaland imagine #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland x you #erling haaland one shot #erling haaland fluff #erling haaland #football fluff #erling haaland x y/n

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chicaotaku-fanfics · 3 months ago

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There's Three of You?! Pt. 11

New chapter finally, I'll confess that school has gotten in the way (not in the traditional way I expected), but it's getting sorted out. I hope that, by Monday, my school mess's fixed.

Warnings: foul language, might be some medical inconsistencies.

CHAPTER 11

Another normal day at the hospital, patients to see, charts to make, the usual. I had just finished with a consult and decided to take a quick break to grab a bite from one of the food trucks outside of the hospital. I managed to arrive right after Ethan, I had him, Reese, April and Connor in front of me, the last one being the first to notice my arrival.

“Korean Spanish fusion?” Asked Reese.

“Oh, yeah, the short rib and chorizo burrito is delicious” answered Connor.

“What if you’re a vegetarian?” The med student asked, I chuckled lightly.

Connor’s getting interrogated today. I thought, he gave me a stinky eye and I tried to contain my laughter.

“Then I would go with the tofu kimchi quesadilla.” He said, Reese just looked at him and placed her order.

“Can I have a garden salad, please?” She asked the server.

“Yeah.” The man answered, Connor looked at her with incredulity in his eyes, not believing what just happened.

“What? You said get anything I want.” She answered, I chuckled at the surgeon’s misfortune.

April got her order and took a picture of it. Ethan apparently decided in the last minute that he didn’t want anything, so he gave me his place on the line.

“Dr. Halstead, nice of you to join us.” Said Connor, I smiled at him.

“Why thank you Dr. Rhodes.” I answered sincerely. He turned to the side and spoke a bit louder.

“Hey, Will, you sure you good?” He asked my brother. I turned to the side to notice Will standing next to Natalie.

“Yeah, I brought something from home.” He lied through his teeth.

“No you didn’t!” I exclaimed, he looked at me as if I’d murdered his dog, I shrugged. “It’s the truth Will, sorry for being honest.” I added, then turned to look at Connor. “Don’t listen to him. I’ll get that tofu kimchi quesadilla, and for my stubborn elder brother, the short rib and chorizo burrito, please and thank you.” I said, Connor nodded and looked at the server.

“You heard the lady, man.” He said, the man looked at him and then at me.

“Coming right up.” He said.

“Thank you very much.” I said, then turned to look at Connor, moving to take my wallet out. “How much do I owe you?” I asked him.

“Nothing at all Lilly. My treat.” He answered, I side hugged him.

“You are too good for this world.” I said to him, he hugged me back, chuckling at my words.

“It’s $75.50 total.” Said the server, Connor walked over and paid with a $100.

“Hey, thanks a lot man.” Connor said, and at that exact moment, our orders came up.

I took mine and Will’s and walked over to him.

“Here. Eat.” I said to him, handing him his burrito, Will gave me a look. “Don’t look at me like that mister, just eat.” I said, he took the burrito reluctantly and gave it a bite. I smiled and started eating my own lunch.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Said Will, I just shrugged.

“I think I did. I saw your fridge earlier this morning, what were you gonna bring? Expored yogurt and baking soda?” I asked him, he made the motion to hit me behind the head.

“I’m going to kill you Lilly.” He joked.

“No you’re not. You love me too much to do it.” I said, then gave my quesadilla another big bite.

“What is that?” Will turned his attention to Natalie, and the tupper she had on her lap.

The hell is that?! I thought, looking at the stuff inside the container.

“It’s some cabbage kale thing. I promised my mother-in-law I would try it, so…” and she actually took a bite. Just a second later, Natalie’s expression changed, showing her disgust. “Oh. Ugh…” she added, making a face.

Will chuckled a bit, I was trying not to gag, so I turned to look the other way. I moved towards the garbage can, literally giving my quesadilla the last bite. I took a napkin and cleaned my hands and face.

Just as I threw my dirty napkin in the bin, my pager beeped, and Maggie came running towards us.

“Shooting in a movie theater. Mass casualties. About to get crazy. EMT four minutes out.” She exclaimed, and just like that, we saw the ambulances arrive, their sirens blearing.

“Looks like they beat those four minutes.” I said.

“Check that. They’re here.” said Will at the same time.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” Maggie exclaimed. We all ran inside the hospital, sanitized our hands and grabbed gloves. “I need two” she added, some other doctors walked up to her and took the first patients.

“Another maniac going crazy in a theater. This the world we live in?” asked Will while walking towards a patient and putting on his remaining glove, I could only say one thing before focusing on the job.

“Unfortunately it seems that way Will. Now, less talking, more doctoring.” I said, he let out a little Halstead Chuckle® at my chosen word.

“Maggie! Trigger disaster plan, get ortho, neuro, walk-ins can wait.” said Ms. Goodwin, our chief nurse gave an affirmative response.

“Got it. What do we got?” Maggie then asked the paramedics as they rollen in the patients.

I had already treated one of the first patients in, a man with a dislocated shoulder, when in came Sylvie and Chilli with a woman and her kid, Connor and I went straight to them.

“Lucy Simms, 34, unresponsive. Flaccid, agonal breathing. Tubed her without drugs.” said the blond paramedic, Connor was already looking at her.

“Trauma 2.” said Maggie.

“The boy hurt?” Connor and I asked at the same time.

“He was never touched. Mom was literally a human shield. Dad's in the ambo behind us.” said Chilli, who had the boy in his arms.

“Let’s do this, Connor take the mom, I take the boy.” I said, moving away from the gurney so it could continue its path to the treating room, and extended my arms for the other brunette to give me the kid, she did.

“You heard Dr. Halstead. Lilly, take care of him until Dad arrives.” Connor said.

“No need to say it twice. Good luck” I said to my friend, then turned my attention to the kid. “Hey sweetie, I’m Dr. Lilly, and I’ll stay with you until Daddy gets here, ok?” I asked him with a calm and sweet voice, he nodded.

I went to the kids area with him and we started playing, I also made sure to include some of the other kids who were there. Many of them started asking questions to me about being a doctor, and I answered as honestly as a doctor could to kids without breaking the illusion.

Sometime later Maggie came over with the father of the boy, Max -as the kid introduced himself- hadn’t notice him, so I took it upon myself to help.

“Hey Max, look. Daddy’s here.” I said, pointing towards his Dad, Max looked up and a big smile made room on his face.

“DADDY!” he exclaimed, standing up and running to his dad, I smiled.

“Max!” said the man, I stood up to go to him. As soon as I did, all the kids started saying «bye» to me, as if they were members of a choir, it was so cute.

“Bye kids, behave, ok?” I said to all of them, they all agreed, it was adorable.

The parents all looked at me with relief and gratitude, all I could do was nod in return with a smile on my face. I walked towards the entrance to the ED and turned to address everyone there.

“Hi everyone, I’m Dr. Halstead. On behalf of the entire ED, I want to thank you all for your patience, and understanding, as well as your collaboration during this times of crisis.” I said to everyone in the waiting room. Most people nodded, other smiled, and then I heard both, my pager and Connor calling for me.

“HALSTEAD!” Connor’s voice made itself heard all the way to the waiting room. I think the way my expression changed was enough for the people to know that the day wasn’t over yet.

“Go be a hero miss doctor” said one of the kids, I coo internally. Many of the adults did coo at his cute sentence, I looked at him with a smile on my face.

“I will.” I said, then turned and ran towards my colleague and my brother. “What do we got?” I asked as I grabbed my protective glasses and a pair of gloves, already being near the gurney.

“17-year-old male. GCS six, multiple GSWs to the abdomen. Two large bore IVs. Tachy's at 160. Pressure's marginal.” said one of the paramedics.

“Baghdad turned over?” asked Connor.

“Yeah, it's all yours.” said Ethan, Connor and I looked at each other, then we nodded.

“ Reese! Stay with us.” I said, when I saw the girl in the hall.

“All right. On my count. One, two, three.” said Connor, we all lifted the board to switch it over to the bed. “All right, check for breath sounds.” as soon as one of the nurses had helped me with the gown, I did as told.

“This the shooter?” asked Will, as he was been helped with the same process for the gown. The paramedic just nodded.

“Don't knock yourself out over this one.” he said, I just looked at him.

This’s got to be a joke. He’s human, no matter what he’s done.

“Yeah, we got it from here, thanks.” said Connor with some heat in his voice, I mirrored the sentiment with the glare I gave the paramedic.

“Breath sounds bilaterally.” I said, just then one of the monitors started beeping rapidly.

“Can't even go to the movies anymore.” said my brother, I just wanted to slap him behind the head.

“Doctor.” said one of the nurses, now the monitor started to flatline.

Not good.

“No pulse. Reese?” said Connor. Implicitly giving the order to start CPR.

“On it.” she said, starting compressions on the patient.

“He's bleeding into his belly.” I said.

“We need to clamp the aorta to keep whatever blood he has left going into his heart and brain.” said Connor, I passed him the necessary equipment to do the procedure.

“You're gonna crack the chest here?” asked Will, just as Connor started doing just that, me helping him.

“Yeah.” said the surgeon.

“It's futile. What, are you just practicing your thoracotomies?” asked Will.

“Actually, I’m trying to save his life.” Connor and I said at the same time.

“Aw, the heart's empty.” said the surgeon.

“Pump the blood with the level one now.” I ordered.

“Give me the tubing, I'll run it through the groin here.” said Will.

“All right. Aorta's cross-clamped.” said Connor.

“Clock starts now. We have 30 minutes to find out where he is bleeding from.” I said.

“Call the OR, tell them that we're on our way up with an open chest and a gunshot to the belly.” said Connor, we both raised the rails on the sides of the gurney.

“Good luck.” said Will.

“I'll let you write it up in JAMA when he pulls through.” said Connor, I moved for the nurses and Connor to be able to leave. “Let's go.” he added.

I turned to look at Will as I was ripping of my gown, he did the same. As he also took his gloves, I slapped him in the back of the head.

“Ow! What was that for?” he asked, offended.

“Let me remind you, that no matter what he did, the boy’s a patient here. Our job is to provide care to patients. Don’t you forget it.” I said, mad at him.

After that literal shitstorm had passed, I learned from Will that Lucy Simps -Max’s mother- was braindead and the father had given consent to remove her from the ventilator. It was sad, knowing that Max, sweet and playful little Max, wouldn’t see his mom ever again. Suddenly, many people started cheering and clapping, I raised my head and turned to the commotion. It was the teacher who had shot the shooter at the theater.

“We need more guys like that.” said Will next to Maggie and me.

“Right.” said the nurse, not as thrilled as I thought she would be, but I understood the sentiment.

Something’s not adding up here.

#fanfic #one chicago #oc #halstead sister #will halstead #jay halstead #halstead brothers #fanfiction #connor rhodes #sarah reese #chicago fire #chicago med #chicago pd

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adorerinn · 3 months ago

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hiii! can i request a matchup? :)

i go by she/her and would prefer to be paired with a guy

traits i’d want in a partner is someone who can keep up with my humor, but also be mature, grounded and is able to bring me back to earth. also someone more outgoing because i’m kind of introverted lol

i’m kind of shy and kept to myself but once i get comfortable with someone i feel like i never shut up tbh 😭 i love joking around with people and also find myself being very sarcastic and pessimistic sometimes

my interests are playing guitar, writing, animating/editing, sketching and baking :3

my giving love language is acts of service and words of affirmation, my receiving would be words of affirmation and physical touch!!

i think my dream date would be something like a restaurant or cafe for a first date just to get to know the person and talk yk? then for a second date maybe an amusement park or shopping :3

my zodiac sign is leo and my mbti is isfp if that helps idk 😭😭

thank uuu and sorry if i wrote a lot -🍎

I match you with Atsumu Miya!

✧ Atsumu is the type that will match your energy whether you're happy, sad, angry etc he is always willing to put in the same energy you do

✧ he always make stupid jokes and sometimes make lame jokes and he will laugh whenever you crack a joke even if it wasn't funny he will think it's the funniest thing ever

✧ although when it's a serious moment he knows to be mature (Osamu probably taught him how to tell when it's a good time to joke and when it's time to be serious)

✧ he is always reassuring you whenever you need it no matter what he will never get tired of having to reassure you even if it's over the smallest things

✧ he absolutely LOVES taking you out places. he will find the most random places to take you whether that be taking you to a new cafe that opened up or some random park he found

✧ Atsumu would probably be intrigued with your introverted personality since he is very extroverted but once he gets you to open up to him and he gets to see who you really are he will love listening to what you have to say with hearts in his eyes

✧ if you're ever sarcastic or have the smallest bit of attitude with him you best believe he has some stupid snarky comment to say back

✧ if he hears you playing guitar he will always be there to listen even if you're just strumming the strings he will be absolutely memorized

✧ show him some of your writings and he will read them through fully even if he doesn't enjoy reading he will read it all just because you wrote it

✧ if you give him a sketch of yours you better believe he is hanging it up somewhere like a proud mother

✧ he will TRY to help you when you're baking. keep in mind TRY. he would probably mix up salt and sugar...but he enjoys just being able to spend time with you and doing what you like doing

✧ as for love languages he loves when you do anything for him. he will be super happy even if it's the smallest thing you do he will just be the happiest guy ever.

✧ if you ever compliment him he will always try to act nonchalant about it but he will always be pink in the ears

✧ as I mentioned before he will always reassure you in whatever you need but he will also complement you whenever he feels like it which is usually at the most random times

✧ when you two go on your first date he will be such a nervous wreck

✧ he most likely has sweat palms and hands

✧ he was probably ranting and panicking to Osamu because he wanted everything to go perfect

✧ he would also try to pick the best cafe ever and make sure that you would like it too

�� I think at the end of the date he realizes he panicked over nothing because everything went smoothly without even trying

✧ definitely rants to Osamu about your guys date

✧ when you two go on a second date at the amusement park he is more calm and not as panicky as before

✧ although he will act like he is not scared of all the giant roller coasters he will shit his pants if you make him get on a a scary one

✧ overall I think you and Atsumu Miya would have a very nice relationship and would balance each other out and get along very well

hi anon!! I hope you enjoyed this I was having a hard time choosing between Atsumu and Semi but I went along with Atsumu. I really do hope you liked it and sorry it took me so long I kept accidentally refreshing my page on my computer so I rewrote this like 3 times.. I really do hope you like it though and don't be scared to request again!

#haikyū!!#haikyu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu #hq #haikyu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #hq atsumu #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu miya

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years ago

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Always seen you

Pairings: Ex!Eddie x Insecure!plus size reader x Friend!Elio xFriend!Billy

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Why hello there. Welcome back to my series. The last part was sad I know. And I'm sorry for breaking your hearts. But this one is a little better. So I still hope you guys like it. I was inspired by the song Sparks by Coldplay. Check it out. It's pretty good. Makes me tear up a little. Anywho, thanks for reading. As always feedback is always appreciated. Asks and comments are always welcomed. Kay love ya bye.

Warnings: 18+ language, angst, unrequited love, sexual implications, slow burn. Not proof read and no word count.

Summary: The heart refuses to accept what the mind already knows. Is it really over? Could it ever be?

Part 21

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Weeks went by. Eddie couldn't get over the fact that he really fucked things up. He felt like he would never get you back now. He spent weeks trying to get ahold of you. He sent so many letters and flowers. Elio never gave them to you though. He had enough of Eddie. He had enough of you hurting. So he chose to shield you from him. Deleting his messages when he called and unplugging the phone when you were there. It probably wasn't a good idea. But he needed to do something.

As time went on you and Billy got closer than before. He started coming over at night just to hold you until you fell asleep. You guys spent all your free time with each other. Sometimes just watching one another work. Most nights you just sat in bed talking. It first started off with how you blamed yourself for what you saw. Then it went to wanting Eddie to be happy. And if that was with someone else that it would be okay. Slowly you stopped bringing him up and looking at Billy differently.

There was something there. He knew it. He felt like you were starting to have actual feelings for him. That wasn't necessarily wrong. Yes, you loved him as a friend and you really did care a lot about him. He was your rock. Your safe place. Billy was a great guy with a big heart. If things were different, you could have fallen for him. But things weren't different and your heart would always belong to that nerdy guy with the brown eyes, breathtaking smile and a beautiful mane. Still, there was something growing. Something that you didn't know what to do with.

Your birthday came and you were gonna go home to celebrate it with Bethany and Matthew. As you got to the airport you said your goodbyes to Billy and Elio.

" You're coming back right?" Billy asked.

You gave him a sweet smile. " Of course. My life is here with you guys."

Billy gave you a hug and a kiss on the top of your head. "I'll be waiting for you when you get back."

You felt your cheeks get hot. "I- I'll see you soon."

You walked away giving them a wave.

Elio clapped Billy's back. " There she goes."

" Yeah." Billy frowned. "I…I'm gonna tell her when she gets back. I'm gonna tell her I want to be with her."

Elio smiled. " How about we throw her a birthday party? And when the right song comes on. Ask her to dance. She loves to dance. Then tell her."

Billy nodded. " Okay."

...

When you got home a wave of relief washed over you. You thought maybe seeing the trailer again would hurt. But it didn't. It was so comforting being home. You didn't get sad anymore about seeing the places you once shared with Eddie. In fact you relished them. Remembering all the laughs and all the smiles that happened there. Being reminded of how loved you felt.

On your birthday Bethany cooked your favorite meal and baked a cake. Wayne joined the festivities. You were so happy to see him doing so well. He had actually become a very important part of your little circle. He felt like a father. One that you wish you could replace your actual one with.

You sat at the table smiling and looking at your family. But the thought of someone missing took hold of you. For a moment you wished for him. You wished he could be here and share in the conversations. To be sitting next to you and get so dramatic while he singed at the top of his lungs, Happy birthday. What would you do if Eddie was here? What would you say to him?

It's been months since your last encounter. It took a while but, you convinced yourself that it was time to move on. Even though you didn't want to move on with someone else. You wanted to just live. To live for you. To enjoy the life you were building for yourself.

It was time for presents and Wayne was up first.

" I uhh I hope you like it darlin'."

You felt through the wrapping paper and smiled. It was a frame. When you tore it open your eyes watered seeing the large picture. It was a family photo of you guys on Thanksgiving. You looked at Eddie who was holding you. He wasn't even looking at the camera. He was looking at you.

You ran your fingers over his face. You had missed that out of everything. Missed the way his eyes made you feel. Like you were the only girl in the world.

You wiped a tear away and got up to hug Wayne.

" Thank you. I love it." You whispered.

Wayne gave a warm hug. " You're welcome darlin'."

You sat back down and Bethany handed you their gift. When you pulled off the bow and opened the small box, your mouth dropped. You picked up the small black and white picture. Studying it, looking for the little peanut. When you found it you looked at Bethany and Matthew.

" You're going to be an aunt kiddo." Matthew said with a beautiful smile.

You had never seen him look so happy.

" Oh my God!" You cried out.

You got up and hugged them both.

A small laugh left your lips." I'm so happy for you guys."

You turned to Wayne. " Did you hear that? I'm gonna be an aunt."

Wayne chuckled. " You're gonna be the best one too darlin'."

You looked back at the picture and covered your mouth. Shaking your head in disbelief.

" This is one of the best birthdays ever."

After the cake you said goodnight to everyone and went to your room. You wanted to get a good night's sleep before your early flight tomorrow.

" She seems a whole lot better." Bethany said.

Matthew hugged her." Yeah it's good to see her happy again."

Wayne gave both of them a hug. " Thank you for letting me celebrate this night with you guys."

Matthew smiled. " Of course sir. You're always welcome here."

Wayne patted his shoulder. " Take good care of that girl. She's really something special."

Matthew and Bethany nodded.

When Wayne started walking home, he saw Eddie sitting on the steps.

He shook his head and went to him. " Son, when I told you she was coming home for her birthday, that wasn't an invitation for you to come."

Eddie ran his hand over his stubble. " I know."

Ever since Eddie told his uncle what happened, Eddie had been on his shit list.

" She's better now. Don't you dare change that."

Eddie looked at his uncle with hurt in his eyes. " I need to apologize. That's it. And then I'm gone."

Wayne walked past him and opened the door to the trailer. " Well you better do it soon. She leaves tomorrow."

Wayne went inside leaving him to his thoughts.

Eddie had been trying to find a way for months to see you. He even started calling the school to see if they could get a hold of you. But you or anyone never got back to him. He truly thought it was over. And all he wanted to do was say how sorry he was. And that he was never going to bother you again.

He sighed as he got up and walked around the trailer and saw your light on. Your curtains were closed but he could see your silhouette through them. He got up to your window and hesitated for a second.

It's now or never man.

He brought his ringed hand up and tapped gently on it. When you didn't come he tapped again.

You had just changed into an oversized shirt, about to turn out the light when you heard it. You put on your glasses when you heard it again. You went to the window and drew back the curtain. The first feeling you had was shock. You hadn't expected to see him standing there. But then your palms got sweaty and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. Trying to gather your thoughts. You unlocked the window and opened it.

" Eddie?"

" H-hey."

" Umm hey."

You took a few steps back as he popped the screen off and climbed in.

" You know. You could have used the front door… I-I know how you hate sneaking through windows."

Eddie smiled to himself closing the window.

You remembered. He thought.

" I uhhh I didn't know if your brother would let me talk to you."

He turned around and looked at you. You were as beautiful as ever.

He saw you tugged at the bottom of your shirt. Trying to cover your wonderfully thick thighs.

Don't hide baby.

You tilted your head a little. " Why?"

Eddie frowned. " A lot of people seem to be mad at me lately."

You shook your head. " He's not mad at you…no one in this trailer is."

Eddie relaxed hearing that.

" Did uhh did you have a good birthday?"

You bit your lip and nodded.

Eddie gave you a small smile. " Good."

The silence after his comment was deafening. Eddie had a plan. He was going to say he was sorry for hurting you. He was going to ask for one last hug then leave. But all that went out the window once he saw you. Once he saw all that pink in you cheeks when you locked eyes.

"Eddie...Why did you come here?"

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away.

" I…I was just…in the neighborhood."

You let out a little laugh.

God he missed that.

" So you're saying, you just so happened to get on a plane and found yourself back in Hawkins. Now here?"

He chuckled looking back at you. " I guess you can say that."

You narrowed your eyes but had a small smile across your lips." Liar."

He laughed again. But then he stopped and took a step closer to you. When you didn't move he knew. You and him weren't done.

" Y/n I need to explain what happened."

You shook your head quickly and looked away. " No…no you-"

He took another step closer to you. " Yes. I do."

He took a deep breath before he continued. " It's been hard for me since that day in the hotel. I tried to get better…for you. And that day of the show. I was so down because I thought you weren't coming. I really wanted you to be there. The uhh road has been… lonely. I was empty... without you. When I got back to the bus to change, there was a groupie there. I swear I really did want her to leave. But then" he sighed " things got out of hand."

You swallowed the lump that was building in your throat.

" I never meant to hurt you like that. I didn't think I was going to see you again. But you need to know how absolutely sorry I am."

" Eddie, you have nothing to be sorry about. We weren't together."

" But it still hurts, doesn't it?"

When you didn't answer it was all Eddie needed to know. You were hurting. He moved so that you were at arms length.

" Why didn't you call me back? Or respond to my letters?"

You looked up at him. " What letters?"

" I sent you letters for weeks. And I called almost every day. I sent flowers and I left messages."

Your brows pinched together. " I never got anything."

"No?"

You shook your head. " Not a thing."

"If...if you did get them. Would you have gotten back to me?"

You nodded

" Why?"

" I-"

You had to be honest with him. He needed to know.

" I still care about you. I want to know if you're okay. Because Eddie, I still want to be your friend."

" Is that all you want to be?" He whispered

You pressed your lips , hesitating for a moment. "What should I be?"

Eddie lifted his hand and caressed your cheek. You closed your eyes and leaned into it. His big rough hand felt so good. The cool of his rings felt amazing on your warm cheeks.

"I think you know Angel." His voice was soft. The softest you've ever heard before.

" E-Eds" you whimpered when he pulled at your waist. Bringing you a little closer.

He cupped your face. Rubbing his calloused thumb over the apple of your cheek. " Y/n, I'm gonna kiss you. And if you don't want me to. Please… please say no."

You opened your eyes and met his. Your mouth parted as you tried to get more air. You saw Eddie's Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. Moving his face closer to yours. Making your breath hitch. His scent of faint cigarettes, sandalwood and citrus engulf you.

" If you don't want this Angel. Tell me to stop."

When you didn't say anything he pressed his lips against yours.

The kiss took your breath away. You saw the whole Milky way swirling behind your eyelids.

Eddie pulled away panting and looked to see if you were okay. He saw your chest rising and falling so fast. Matching his. You opened and stared at his lips.

Your voice was just above a whisper. " Was she the only one?"

Eddie nodded. " Y-yeah. But I swear-"

He picked you up.

Your hands went up to his chest pulling on his shirt towards you so you could kiss him again. His lips moved from yours to your jaw, down to your neck. He pulled you so that your bodies were pressing against each other. His hands went for your bottom and he did something he never did before.

When he did that, for just a split second you thought you were too much for him. But then he kissed that thought away real quick. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms went to hold onto his shoulders as he moved toward the bed.

He laid you down getting on top. He kissed you with such longing. It made your body tremble. You made such a sweet small moan as he pressed his growing length between your legs. That he had to stop himself from taking off your clothes.

He propped himself up and looked down at you. Before he could say anything you put a finger on his lips.

The way you looked at him was a look he would wait a lifetime for. It was the same look you had since you guys became friends. That look that told him he was your everything.

"Eds… Please make love to me."

You lowered your finger and rested your hand over his heart.

" Are you sure?"

" Yes. I want you."

" Oh-okay."

Eddie made love to you over and over again. Once both of you were completely worn out you laid in his arms, outlining his tattoos until you fell asleep.

He kissed your forehead and closed his eyes.

" I love you y/n."

" L-ove y-ou." you sighed

Eddie opened his eyes to look at you. When he saw that you were still asleep he hugged you tighter.

He rested his head back down on the pillow. " Happy birthday Angel. I swear, I'm never letting you go again."

…

You were happy and sad at the same time. Happy because everything felt right again. Felt whole. But having to leave this comfort that you haven't felt in months was heartbreaking.

The following morning you woke up with Eddie spooning you. His nose was buried in your hair. His soft snores made you smile. You thought last night was a very amazing dream. A very vivid one at that. But waking up in his arms made you silently cry.

You quietly got up and got dressed. You jotted down a note for him. And before you left you went and kissed his bare shoulder.

When you walked to the kitchen table Bethany was cooking breakfast.

She smirked at you." Morning."

You sat down. " Morning."

" Someone had a really great birthday huh?"

" Uhhh yeah. I did."

" So will Eddie be joining us for breakfast?"

Your stomach fell to your ass. " I umm…uhhh."

Bethany laughed. " These walls are super thin."

The heat of embarrassment filled your cheeks.

" It's okay. You actually weren't loud…Eddie was though."

Oh my God!

You buried your face in your hands.

" Did Matthew hear?" You mumbled behind your palms. Not really wanting to know the answer.

Bethany laughed again. " No. He was out after we…well did what you guys did."

" Oh ewww!"

Bethany threw her head back and laughed out loud.

She came over and gave you a plate of eggs and sausage, with a cup of coffee.

" So? Are you guys back together?"

You took a sip of the coffee and shrugged.

" Do you want to be?"

You started picking at your eggs. " I don't know."

She sat down next to you and grabbed your hand.

" Maybe that's a good thing."

" You think?"

" Sweetie, I think that you and Eddie should take things slow. Be his friend…I know last night might have been amazing and it probably felt like old times. But…you're doing so good now. I would hate to see you fall back into that depression again."

" Me too."

Bethany smiled and let go of your hand. "Just go slow. And remember there is no rush to jump back into things with him."

You nodded and reached for the note in your back pocket.

" Could you give this to him when he wakes up?"

She took it. " Sure."

After breakfast Bethany drove you to the airport. When she got back she went to your room. Eddie was still knocked out.

She went to shake him awake.

Eddie practically jumped up." Shit! I-I umm sorry i-"

She shushed him and smiled. " It's okay. Calm down. It's just me."

Eddie sighed and looked around for you.

" She had to leave. But she gave me this for you."

Bethany handed him the note.

" Can I ask you something?" She said sitting at the opposite end of the bed.

" Y-yeah."

" If you guys got back together. What do you plan on doing with work?"

" What do you mean?"

" I want to know what's going to happen with that. I want to know if you're willing to stick around this time."

"I-I. Do you think I should give up my career?"

She shook her head. " Absolutely not. But she is my family and I won't have her get hurt again."

" I n-never wanted to hurt her."

" I know. But the truth of the matter is, you did. And no amount of I'm sorrys is going to take it back. If you're not ready to be with her. Then don't. Don't give her hope."

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck." Do…do you not want us to be together?"

By Bethany's tone it sounded like she didn't.

" It shouldn't matter what I want. What matters is what's best for the both of you."

"She's what's best for me Beth. "

Bethany gave him a small smile. " If that's true. Prove it. Just because you guys spent the night together doesn't mean you're automatically a couple again. You need to figure out a way to be with her. Not like how you were before. Because this time. I'm sorry to say it. But it won't work out if you guys go back to that. So either change something or just let her go. Let last night either be a new start for the relationship. Or let it be a beautiful goodbye."

Eddie stood quiet. He thought last night was going to lead you guys back to each other. He thought that you giving yourself to him, that you wanted him back. But why did it feel like Bethany's words were how you felt?

Bethany saw the gears turning in Eddie's head. She put a hand on his leg.

"Don't think that I'm trying to pull you guys apart. You're my family too. I care about you Eddie. I want to see you and y/n make it. Just please. Please be ready for this."

Eddie nodded and Bethany got up and gave him a kiss on the top of his head.

" Now. Get up and get dressed. I made breakfast."

Eddie watched as she got up and went to the door and stopped. She turned around. " By the way." She giggled. " Next time you choose too have sex when we're here. Probably not be so loud. Matthew would freak out if he heard."

" Fuck!" Eddie looked away from embarrassment. " I'm so sorry."

Bethany laughed again. " It's cool. Just uhhh be mindful yeah?"

Eddie nodded.

When she left he opened the note.

Morning Eds,

I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye. I had to leave early. I just wanted to say I had a really great time with you. I know that I said I wanted to be your friend. Even though friends don't do what we did. But I really did mean that. I don't know what's gonna happen between us. But I want you to know that I love you very much. And I would still like to be a part of each other's lives. No matter what. I'll always care about you. I'll talk to you soon.

Y/n

Now Eddie had a choice to make. The answer was always the same when he thought about this. That night he found you and your brother on the porch. Since the day you put your life at risk for him. It was you. It was always you. The one he could not be without. That beautifully shy girl that drew funny little comics and loved to dance. His light, his heart, his reason for knowing what true love was at all. To be without you. To not hear your laugh that always made his heart skip a beat. Or not seeing those big eyes full of love for him would be the worst torment. And from this moment forward he chose you. He would choose you. In this life and in the next.

…

When you got back to Cambridge, Billy was waiting for you with a long stem red rose. The second he saw you he knew you had a good visit. You were practically glowing.

You beamed at him. " William!"

He jogged to you and gave you a big warm hug. Lifting you off your feet a bit. When he put you down he leaned back a little.

"Damn sweets. Do you know how damn annoying E's been without you?"

You frowned. You needed to talk to Elio about Eddie's letters.

" Where is he?"

Billy felt your body tense up.

" He had a swim meet. Why what's wrong?" He said letting you go.

" Uhh. I just need to talk to him."

" Is everything okay? Did something happen?"

You smiled at him. Trying your best to ease his worry.

" It will be fine. Common. I want to shower and nap before we go to eat."

Billy nodded and grabbed your luggage.

Once in the dorm you looked around Elio's side of the room for your letters. But you didn't find anything. Frustrated, you got cleaned up and laid down. So many things were going through your head. Was Elio keeping you away from Eddie? Was he responsible for you not receiving anything? Why? Or was Eddie lying?

No. He wouldn't lie to me.

Then what was the issue? Elio knew you still wanted to be there for Eddie. This whole time you thought Eddie was over you. But after last night, it was clear he wasn't. It was clear you weren't either. However, the past few months have been enlightening. You found yourself again. You were enjoying all the things you loved to do before all this. You were finally that girl you lost so long ago. Was being with Eddie now going to make you lose yourself again? Or would things be different this time? What about the feelings you started to have for Billy? There was no denying them now. You liked him. But was it real? Because after the concert he was there. Always. Making sure you ate. Being there when you cried. He was there for all the struggle. How could you not have feelings for him? He showed up. Like how Eddie used to. When you needed someone to be there. Billy was. At the same time, you still have obvious feelings for Eddie. You slept with him. And by God, did it feel so good. His lips, his hands, his untamed curls that felt like they were made for your fingers to wrap around. The way his body molded to yours. The weight of him on top grounded you. It kept you safe and warm. Like it always did.

So now you had a choice to make. See how things go with Eddie. Or see if there was something more to what you felt for Billy.

Later that night Billy offered to take you to dinner. You still hadn't seen Elio and you were worried that he knew what you knew.

Billy picked you up and had a weird smile on his face. He looked really handsome tonight.

" I uhhh I just have to stop home real quick. I forgot my wallet." He smirked.

" Okay."

When you guys pulled up to his place. He said he had something for you in the garage.

It was dark in there. Then all of a sudden Billy turned on the lights.

" SURPRISE!"

You jumped and covered your mouth at the garage full of mutual friends and classmates.

" HAPPY BIRTHDAY."

You shook your head." Oh my God."

Billy gave you a big hug. " Happy birthday sweets."

" I can't believe you. Holy crap!" You chuckled.

You guys had another moment. Billy looked at you and you couldn't help but like it.

"Hun! God I'm so happy you're home."

Elio came, breaking the tension. He pulled you away and gave you a hug, while Billy opened the garage door and played some music.

" E, I need to talk to you."

Elio smiled. " Okay but say hi to everyone and let's get some food."

You nodded and made your rounds. Thank everyone for coming. You were actually very hungry. And the guys did not disappoint. There was a large white table filled with all your favorites. You filled a plate and were looking for a place to sit. But decided to go and sit on the porch. The night was warm and you could see all the stars. As you picked at your food all you could think about was Eddie. You wondered what he was doing. And if he was thinking about you too.

Elio came and sat next to you.

" Having fun?"

You gave him a thin lip smile. " Yeah. This was really nice of you."

" Well you're my best friend. So I had to do something for your birthday."

You said a small thank you.

" Y/n…I need to tell you something."

You looked at him as he lit a cigarette.

" I…I've been stupid…just know before I say this that all I was trying to do was look out for you."

" You've been keeping Eddie from talking to me."

He looked at you surprised.

" How did you know?"

You looked down at your plate. " I saw him last night…he said he's been trying to talk to me since the concert."

Elio looked at the ground. " I'm sorry."

" E, I get why you did it. But you had no right."

" I was just trying to protect you."

" I know. But still. You knew how badly I wanted to talk to him. You knew how much it hurt me to think that he moved on. If you would have just let me talk to him. I would have been okay."

" Are you sure about that?"

" Yes! I get that it's been a lot on you. Dealing with the broken me. But I'm not broken anymore. I refuse to get like that again. And I need you to trust that I can make the right decisions for myself."

" All I want is for you to be happy y/n. Eddie can't give you that."

" That's the thing. He doesn't need to give me anything. I don't need him. I don't need anyone to lean on or to make me happy. Because I can do that on my own. Regardless of what you think Eddie can or can't do. I know who I am now. And I know that being around Eddie isn't going to break me."

Elio felt awful. He never meant to make you upset and you knew that. But he needed to know that no matter what. You had to deal with your relationship in your own way.

" I really am sorry y/n."

You grabbed his hand. " I know. But I really would like those letters. And for future reference. Tampering with mail is a federal offense."

Elio looked at you and you were smiling.

" Hug it out?" He asked.

You laughed. " Come here."

You embraced each other and laughed.

" So…you saw Eddie huh?"

You pulled away and looked at your plate. You bite your lip thinking about him.

" Yeah."

Elio narrowed his eyes then gasped. " You didn't?!

You felt your cheeks get hot but you didn't say anything.

" Oh my God! You did! You whore!"

You giggled. "Oh I'm the whore? When you have dates with different guys like every other day."

Elio laughed. " I didn't say I wasn't. Just that you are."

You giggled. " It was a really really good birthday."

"I bet! So uhh are you guys back together?"

You shook your head. " No. Umm I don't think so."

" So it was just sex?"

You took in a sharp breath. " I…I don't know what it was."

" What did he have to say for himself?"

" Just that it was a mistake. And that he was really sorry."

" Do you believe him?"

You nodded. " I do. I get it, you know. I can't imagine what he would think about me and Billy sleeping in the same bed."

" But you guys are not together."

" I know. But to Eddie. He probably wouldn't like it. After what I said, that I have feelings for someone else."

" Why are you letting Billy sleep with you?"

You chewed the inside of your cheek and looked out into the street.

" At first it was just comfort. Honestly, if you were the one sitting in the back with me after the break up or even after Boston. It would have been you in my bed all the time…and now I kinda wish it was you."

" Why?"

You hung your head. " I think somehow my mind got fuzzy. Now, I don't know."

" You like him?"

You lifted your head and looked at Billy's car. " I…I think so."

" Is how you're starting to feel similar to have you felt for Eddie?"

" God no. Fall for Eddie was so easy. You know I liked him way before we even talked."

Elio nodded and took a puff of his smoke. " Do you want to find out if there's something to it?"

You swallowed. " Yes and no."

You met Elio's gaze.

" Yes, because I want to know if I feel this way because I actually have feelings for him. And no, because of Eddie."

Elio took another drag. " Well you can't have both."

" I don't want both. I just don't know what the hell is going on in my head."

Elio put a hand on your shoulder. " Well." He sighed. " You found yourself in a sticky situation. But what it all boils down to is, who's there for you when you need them? Who is the first person on your mind when you wake up? And is the last person you think of when you go to bed…which one of them is the one person you cannot be without. You spent months without talking to Eddie. I know you didn't want to but it did help. And Billy is a really great guy. So you got to be honest with both of them and choose….I think you already know who you want. But you're scared. I would be too if I was in your position. Start something new with someone who clearly wants you. Or fix what you started a long time ago."

You rested your head on his shoulder.

" Either way. I'll be here. I got your back."

Billy was standing off to the side when he heard you and Elio talk. He was there for the entire conversation. When he heard that you saw and slept with Eddie, he was beyond angry. And completely filled with regret. He should have told you before you got on that plane. He should have said something. Maybe if he did, you wouldn't have slept with him. But now things are different. You just said that you liked him. So he had to make sure that you knew the feeling was the same.

He couldn't do it tonight though. Not after every you and he just found out. He didn't want to approach you in this state of mind. He was truly hurt by what you admitted to Elio. And he didn't want to force you to admit it to him. But he needed a night. Just one night alone with you. Then he could not only tell you that he had been in love with you since the moment he laid eyes on you. But to show you.

…

Eddie stayed in Hawkins for a few days to come up with a plan. He missed you more than he ever did before.

After the conversation with Bethany, he thought long and hard about doing the right thing. And he talked to the only person who would be totally honest with him. That wouldn't beat around the bush. His uncle.

Wayne signed after Eddie told him what happened on your birthday and the conversation with Bethany. Obviously refraining from speaking about the extra curricular activities.

" I think Bethany's right."

Eddie looked worriedly at his uncle.

" Make a god damn decision. Is this the girl you see yourself with 30 or 40 years from now? Is she your friend? Or is she your future?"

" She's both. I see everything with her. I want everything with her."

" Then do it. Be there with her…for her. But don't hurt her. You guys were really good pal's before. Be that again. Show her that when push comes to shove. That she will always have not only love. But a true friend who cares about her and her well being."

" Okay. So here's what I'm thinking."

Eddie went on to explain his plan. It was going to be rough and he would have to travel a lot. Schedules were gonna have to change. But it was gonna be worth it in the end. You were worth it.

So Eddie went back to LA and set up a meeting with the guys and with Mel.

" Are you sure this is what you want?" Mel frowned.

Eddie looked at his buddies and nodded. " I want everyone to know that this band is still very important to me. You guys are important. And I'm not going to give up on our dream. I just think...no...I know this is what's best for me."

Gareth patted him on the back and Jeff smiled.

" Alright then. It's gonna be hard moving your dates. But I think I can handle it." Mel said, getting up.

She shook all the guys hands and left.

" So?"

Eddie looked at Gareth. " I'm gonna need some help with finding a place."

" Does y/n know?"

Eddie grinned at your name. " No. But umm. I think she will be happy I'll be so close.

"Damn right she'll be." Gareth clapped his back again.

" And you're sure?" Jeff asked.

" Absolutely positive." Eddie gave him a smirk.

" Alright!" Jeff stood up. " There's no time to waste."

Eddie followed his buddies out of the conference room. Happy that they were excited for him. He thought maybe they would have tried to talk him out of moving. But when they heard it was to be closer to you. They had no doubt that it was a good idea.

Eddie just hoped that you would be okay with him moving to Cambridge.

When they got back from the meeting, you had left him a voicemail.

" Hey Eds. Umm when you get this could you call me back. I have something to tell you."

Eddie immediately grabbed the wireless phone and went to his room.

" Hello?"

" Hey. It's me."

" Eddieee."

He chuckled. " Hey!"

" How are things?"

" They're good. How are things with you?"

" Good. Really good actually."

" That's great to hear. So uhh listen. I umm I'm going to Italy for the summer. "

" Really?"

" Yeah! Umm E invited me to stay with him in his family."

Eddie was actually happy for you. You always talked about traveling. " That sounds amazing."

" Yeah. But umm. So I was wondering. If you have time. Maybe…"

" You want me to come?"

He swore he saw your cheeks blush. And he wished he could see it.

" Well umm I know that you're really busy and probably can't-"

" No. I can make time. It probably would be only for a couple of days. But I would like to go."

"Really?"

Eddie grinned. " Yeah. I have to get back to you on when. But definitely."

" Okay. That would be great. So umm. Just give me a call later?"

" Okay."

" Okay. Well umm talk to you soon."

" Yeah."

" Bye Eds."

" Bye Angel."

When you hung up you were overwhelmed with giddiness. He was gonna try. Maybe you were gonna give him the wrong idea about inviting him. But when Elio asked you. The first person you thought of was Eddie. You wanted him to come. To enjoy the beauty of a new place. A new adventure. With you.

You bit your lip thing about it. Thinking about walking on the beach with him. Feeling the sand between your toes. Sitting at a restaurant, and eating some of the most amazing food you would ever have. With one person sitting across from you. Enjoy it as much as you. It wasn't Elio and it wasn't Billy. It was Eddie.

Eddie's smiley face across from you. Eddie's jokes you were laughing at. His beautiful big brown eyes on you as you watched the sun set. With you telling him he was missing the best part. And he would respond with " No I'm not."

Your thoughts were interrupted when Billy walked in.

" Hey sweets. You ready?"

You looked at him and smiled. " Yeah."

While Billy drove you wondered where he was taking you.

"It's a surprise."

" Not another party I hope."

" No. Wait….you didn't like the party?"

" I did. But umm. I never liked being around so many people. I get umm…"

" Shy?"

You bit your lip. " Yeah."

He chuckled. " Well I think your shyness is charming."

" It's painful sometimes. "

" Is it?"

" Sometimes."

When you guys pulled up to a field you were confused.

He chuckled again. " Well no party. Just something special."

Billy gave you an incredible smile. It was so beautiful and he had this twinkle in his eye that you couldn't help but blush at.

" Umm?"

" Common. We're gonna miss it."

" Miss what?" You asked, watching Billy get out of the car.

He jogged to your side and opened the door. He held out his hand and you took it. He led you to the front of the car and hopped up on the hood. You smiled and got up too.

"Lay down and watch."

You did so and looked up at the stars.

" What am I looking for?"

Billy scooted closer to you and pointed up. " See that star right there."

You moved your head closer to him to see exactly what he was pointing at.

" Yeah?"

He brought his hand down and rested it on his chest. "It only shines for a few minutes every night… I bought it. Well I bought the rights to name it. I want you to name."

You turned your head to look at him. " What?"

" Yeah. It's a birthday present."

" You bought me a star?"

Billy turned to look at you too. " I did."

" Y/n?"

You couldn't believe that. You looked back up at it and wanted to cry. It was the sweetest thing anyone has ever gotten you. And just like that. There was a ping in your heart caused by this beautiful friend of yours.

You faced him again. This time he moved his hand to caress your cheek. You swallowed thickly at his warm touch. That felt nice too.

" I…I love you."

All the air was snatched out of your lungs when he kissed you. And for a moment you kissed him back. You quickly pulled away and sat up.

" I-I."

Billy sat up too. " Look, I know that you have a lot going on right now. And I know about Eddie."

Your head snapped towards him.

"I just really need you to know that I love you very much. I care about you…I know this is difficult because of him. But I promise I can make you happy. I can be here with you. Every day. I can show you what it is like to never have to worry about missing me. To never wonder if I want someone else. I want you. I want us."

You didn't know what to say. It was like the universe was deciding to fuck with you again.

You would be lying if you said you didn't like the kiss. That you didn't feel something for him. But then all you felt was guilt. You kissed him back. And now you felt like you cheated on Eddie.

" I-I…I don't want to ruin our friendship. And Eddie-"

Billy sighed. " I don't want to ruin it either. I just needed you to know that since the morning I saw you. I fell…Eddie is…not here. You're not together…you're with me. You have feelings for me. Let me show you that I'm better. That I can be everything you need and want me to be." He put his hand on yours. " I'm yours…please be mine."

You looked at your hands and blinked a few times.

"I…"

…

You were sitting out on the balcony on a beautiful early morning in Crema. While sipping on one of the best cups of coffee you ever had, you drew the vineyard.

Italy was so beautiful. Drawing after drawing. Your new sketch book was filled with scenery pictures. This had become a little habit you started a month and a half ago when you finally came.

This small distraction was what you needed. Leaving behind Billy with an unanswered question. Leaving your school work and your troubles there. Eddie hadn't given you a confirmed date for when he was gonna come. And by now you lost hope that he would. You still wanted him to though. You wanted to talk about what Billy had said. But when you talked to him. You felt the guilt consume you. Afraid that Eddie would have nothing to do with you now.

Eddie. You thought.

So, you enjoyed the time you spent there. Eating amazing pasta, going out dancing with Elio. Taking in all the culture and sights. Never did you find a place so beautiful. Only wishing for someone special to share it with. To hold your hand while making your way through the busy markets while shopping for dinner. Or running through the rain hand in hand seeking shelter. Movie type shit.

This trip has been mind clearing if anything. Knowing that Billy wanted you made you feel nice. But at the same time it hurt. Sure, you could admit things were easy with him. Simpler. Things just flowed with him. Still, Eddie was the one you were afraid to admit that you wanted. He was the first person on your mind and the last. Picture a life without his dorkiness and his theatrics was something you just couldn't do. You didn't want to.

As the day went on you wrote a dear John letter. Though you knew Billy deserved more than that. You couldn't bring yourself to have him wait any longer. A phone conversation wasn't a thing you felt was okay either. So you wrote. You apologized for not speaking up that night of his confession. You came clean about your true feelings about him and about Eddie. You thanked him for all that he did for you. Ending it with the sweetest apology you could come up with.

Now all you had to do was send it.

…

Eddie wanted to make sure everything was ready for when he got back to his new studio apartment. It was just a few blocks away from MIT.

A couple of weeks after the meeting, he found himself in town talking to a travel agent about his upcoming trip to Italy. He hadn't talked to you in a few days. Worried that he would ruin the surprise.

Billy furrowed his brow." H-hey. What are you doing here?"

Everything was ready to go. He had his flight booked and the apartment was ready. When he got into his van he noticed the check engine light came on. Wanting it to be in tip top shape for when he got back, he decided to change the oil. He was walking through an auto body shop to buy some when Billy came up to the counter.

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. " Hey man. Umm I just need a few quarters of oil."

" Right."

It was very awkward. Did Eddie know about the kiss? Why was he here? Did you know he was coming? Billy's mind raced. So many questions that he was too upset to ask.

Eddie sensed the tension. He tried to brush it off but as he said thanks and his goodbye, Billy stopped him.

" Look man, I don't know why you're here but maybe you shouldn't be."

Eddie turned around and looked at him. " Dude, I live here now."

" What?!"

Eddie took a step back at his tone. " Yeah. Just moved a couple of days ago."

" Why?!"

Eddie stood up straighter. " Because I wanted to be closer to y/n."

Not that it's your business. He thought.

He saw Billy's jaw flex and balled up his fist.

" Man, I came here to work on things."

" Does she know?" Billy spit.

Eddie pinched his brows together. " Not yet. But-"

" Then how do you know she wants you here?"

By the way he was talking and by his body language, Eddie knew that Billy wasn't just looking out for you like how a friend does.

He looked down at your stolen scrunchie. Of course Billy would have feelings for you. Who wouldn't? When he looked back up he could see in Billy's eyes that he cared more about you than a friend.

" I don't know if she will like it that I'm here. But I'm here whether you like it or not."

Eddie turned back around and started for his van.

" I love her."

Eddie hung his head and smiled to himself. " Who wouldn't?"

He looked over one last time. " I love her more."

" Do you?"

Eddie smiled again. " That's why I'm here man."

Billy watched Eddie drive away. He was pissed. He finally had a chance with you and now this guy was here to fuck things up.

Billy made a choice right then and there. He was going to Italy

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