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miley1442111 · 7 months ago

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Hii omg i love the way you write!!! obsessed with the Rafe x Reader x JJ's fic. I'm eating that UPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And because of that i came to ask for something like that, i didnt saw anything like that done yet... The idea would be like that:

Rafe and reader are best best best friends like BEST FRIENDS but obviously deep down both are in love with each other and they personalities fit perfectly. But then Rafe starts dating Sofia (or just someone else) and reader get some distance from him to respect the privacy of the couple but Rafe always picks reader, Rafe and sofia meet reader on the country club, Rafe talks to reader the whole time, and give all is attention to reader.

Noticing how uncomfortable Sofia gets the reader get even more distant from Rafe and that starts to destroy him until one day, something big happens and Rafe picks reader instead of Sofia, like his instinct is to pick Reader. Then Sofia makes Rafe choose once and for all between her, his girlfriend or his bestfriend and one true love, the reader.

Maybe fluff/angst/comfort??? Pleaseeeeee sorry if this is too long or made you uncomfortable!!

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easy choice- r.cameron

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a/n: HI (louder than everyone else), i literally love you and this request anon!!!!!!! I dropped everything to write this, it literally got me out of a writing funk!!!!!! (YAYAYYAAYYA THANK U POOKIE) this is amazing and I hope you enjoy !!!!! :)))))))))))

pairing: rafe cameron x fem! reader, male oc x fem! reader, rafe cameron x female oc

summary: i suggest you look at the ask

warnings: kissing, toxic realtionship, rafe is a bit of a dick to haley and reader, rafe is confused, cursing, underage drinking, drinking, suggestive mentions (I think that's it?)

y/n is such a girls girl i love it.

not entirely proofread

3.4k words :)

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You had been in love with Rafe Cameron from the moment you knew what love was. You had been 5 years old when the brunette boy wandered into your life in the role of your rich neighbour, but also your new best friend. Their large land meant you and Rafe spent every day of that summer running around with each other, playing, laughing, being kids.

When you were 6 years old he’d kissed your cheek and your mom’s had laughed, calling it ‘young love’. And that’s what it was. From that moment, you knew you loved Rafe. You knew he loved you back. For the next 13 years every time someone brought up Rafe and asked what you were to him, it was always ‘best friend’, and when people would ask you how you felt about him, you told them.

“I love him,” you’d shrug. It was simple. They could take it that you were in love with him, or that you loved him. It was up to them.

Often, you’d joke that you two were too close to ever date, that you’d ‘seen too much’ of the other, and that it would be weird. But on the night of your 15th birthday when you’d both gotten drunk for the first time, and when he’d kissed you, you’d thought that maybe that idea was stupid. Maybe you hadn’t seen too much.

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“This is Haley,” Rafe smiled. Haley, Rafe’s new girlfriend was clinging to him like all the others you’d met had, intimidated by you. You just smiled. “This is Y/n, she’s my best friend.��

You watched as her face faltered, then her hand shot out far too quickly, and almost hit your drink. You just smiled and shook her hand. “I promise I’m not one of those terrible ‘girl best friend in love with your boyfriend’ girls, I’ve seen Rafe shit himself, I can’t ever get that image out of my head.”

Haley smiled, then laughed as Rafe rolled his eyes at you. You shrugged, it was the best way to break the ice with his girlfriends, make fun of him.

“No way,” she chuckled. “How old was he?”

“5-”

“15,” you answered. “Remember? When we were going skiing with your dad?”

Rafe gritted his teeth and smiled at you, but you knew he wasn’t mad. Rafe was unable to get mad at you, it was truly impressive. All these years, and you’d never had a real fight. You just laughed at him and he broke out of his fake annoyance.

“Well, I think this has been a great conversation, thanks Y/n-” Rafe was trying to steer Haley towards the bar behind you, but she stayed put.

“Rafe, I want to meet her, properly,” she whispered and he rolled his eyes but obliged.

“Good for you girl,” you chuckled, poking fun at the way he listened and did anything she asked. She laughed again. Maybe you two would be friends? That would be nice. All of Rafe’s old girlfriends had been intimidated by you, and it made you pretty upset. They had nothing to worry about, yes, you loved Rafe, but not like that. Yes, he was your first crush, and first kiss, but you were over that. You were a grown woman, and you knew your own feelings, fuck what everyone else thought. You weren’t in love with Rafe Cameron, you loved your best friend. And that’s all he was, your best friend. “Do you guys want to get lunch?”

“Yeah, that’d be great,” Haley smiled.

“I have golf with the boys, you sure you don’t want to join?” He asked, turning to you.

“I’m, fucking awful at golf Rafe, it sucks, so for the last fucking time; no thank you,” you chuckled.

“Suite yourself,” he shrugged, and grabbed your hand, giving it a tight squeeze before starting to walk off.

“Rafe?” You called him.

“Hm?” He turned back.

You nodded your head in Haley’s direction. “Aren’t you going to say goodbye?” You mouthed.

Rafe nodded, catching on and walked back over and pressed a kiss to her cheek. Haley smiled and waved him off.

“He’s such a dick sometimes, sorry,” you chuckled with her.

“He’s fine,” she smiled. “Seriously, I’d rather be here anyways, you’re right about golf, that shit sucks.”

You chuckled. “Amen to that.”

You talked with Haley for an hour before you had to get back to work.

“Well, I better head back to work,” you smiled, getting up. “It was awesome to meet you.”

“Yeah you too,” she smiled, getting up at the same time. “To be honest I was pretty worried to meet you.”

“Why?”

“Rafe talks about you all the time, you’re like the only thing he talks about,” she chuckled and you felt awful. Rafe shouldn’t be talking about you to his girlfriend. You were his friend, and you’d never ever want someone, let alone his girlfriend to be worried about your role in his life. You two were strictly best friends.

“Oh, I’m sorry, that can’t be nice,” you sympathised.

She shook her head. “No seriously, I didn't mean it in a bad way! It’s just-”

“No! Of course not,” you assured her. “I just mean that I wouldn’t totally like it if my boyfriend was constantly talking about someone else,” you explained. “I had one of those ‘girl best friend boyfriends’ and trust me, I swear to not be like that.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you smiled. “Now, I’d love your number so you can tell me if Rafe ever does some stupid shit, he usually listens to me and I can knock some sense into him. He has no right to piss you off, ever,” you chuckled. “Don’t take any of his shit, ever, ok? Promise me?”

“I promise,” she chuckled. “Thanks for being so… cool. I didn’t exactly expect it.”

“No problem,” you smiled. “Thanks for being so cool too.”

You two left each other, and you two were friends. That felt good, and it also felt too good to mess up. So you decided it would be best to lay off Rafe for a while, still go out, but not alone (not that there was anything wrong with it, but just to give Haley peace of mind), and not reply immediately when he texted.

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Rafe: Are You free today?

Today, 11:00 am

You: Sorry, going out with Kelce and Top. Go out with Haley.

Today 1:00 pm

Rafe: ???

Rafe: Didn’t think to invite me?

Today, 1:01pm

You: Haley told me you two have plans today Rafe. DON’T FUCK THIS UP! SHE’S REALLY COOL!!!

Today 1:02 pm

Rafe: Y/n come on. I’m only hanging out with her. She clings to me like a fucking koala

Today 1:04 pm

You: Set boundaries then. She’s your girlfriend. (plus me + you hang out more often than you and her????)

Today 1:04 pm

Rafe: That's different.

Today 1:05 pm

You: ?????

You: No it’s not. Now have a fun date Rafe! Top, Kelc and I are drunk on a boat rn :)))))

Read 1:08pm

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Three months later…

Rafe: Dinner + horror movie tonight? Tanneyhill?

Read 2:14pm

“Who’re you texting?” Haley asked Rafe as she watched him get increasingly pissed off while looking at his phone.

“No one,” he coughed, putting his phone down. Why were you ignoring him? It had been three months of dodged hangouts and missed calls and texts. He was getting the majority of his information about you out of Haley, and it was pissing him off. You were his best friend, not hers. Yet you seemed to have all the time in the world for her, and none for him.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Haley started. “Y/n and I were shopping the other day and-”

Rafe’s ears piqued up. Haley and you were hanging out, but you and him weren’t? Again, unfair, he was your best friend. “What?”

“Me and Y/N? We went shopping the other day and she finally found her Midsummer’s dress,” Haley explained. “We decided we’d match!” Haley turned and showed him a picture of you two in the matching pale pink dresses.

Rafe was almost knocked on his ass by how good you looked. Your messy hair from the rain that had hit that day and your real smile, the one he knew, the one he usually brought out of you, and the long pink dress accentuating every perfect feature of your body. He found himself smiling.

“What do you think?” Haley smiled.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled, handing her phone back. “You’re stunning.”

Haley’s smile widened and Rafe felt accomplished. Yes, Haley looked good, but beside you? He didn’t even see her.

“We should go to the mainland and get you a matching pink suit,” Haley beamed. She put her phone down, turning to Rafe. “I’m so glad we're together.”

Rafe flashed her his signature smirk and she pressed a kiss to his cheek. Kook princess and Kook king. This is what he’d wanted. Why didn’t it feel good then?

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Later that night, you called him.

“Hi,” He sighed into the phone.

“Did Haley tell you the happy news?” You chuckled.

“That you two are matching for Midsummers? Yeah I know, the dress is pretty-”

“No Rafe, that I won’t be third wheeling you two at Midsummers,” you chuckled.

Rafe stopped in his tracks. He stopped mid-biting into his apple and he almost dropped his phone. “What?”

“I got asked to Midsummers!” You cheered.

“Who?” Rafe’s voice was just above a whisper. What was that feeling? The bile in his throat that he couldn’t swallow down. The red-tint in his vision. The way his entire body tensed.

“Conrad Burren and I are going together,” you smiled.

Rafe’s heart started beating again and he sighed, a smile landing on his lips. You were friends with the pogues, Conrad was your friend. “Oh,” he took a breath. “You’re going as friends, I thought you meant you got a date.”

You were quiet for a moment. That shit stung. “I did get a date. It’s a date Rafe,” you were more than offended. Rafe acting like you couldn’t get a date, fuck him. You and Conrad were going together, and that’s what you wanted. Would you rather it be your usual tradition with Rafe where you’d run off to the empty lighthouse, get drunk and watch Jaws? Yes. But Haley had somehow convinced him to go to Midsummers, and you weren’t going to mess that up for her. “Conrad and I are going on a date.”

Rafe’s heart stopped again. Fuck. “Oh.”

You were getting angry with his silence. “Thanks Rafe, you piece of shit,” you spat and hung up the phone.

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He had no reason to be this upset. Was he even upset? Was this him being upset? He had no idea how he was feeling, so an impromptu ‘boys only’ meeting was called.

“Why are we here at midnight Rafe?” Topper yawned as he sat beside Wheezie (Yes, Wheezie and Sarah were part of your little group, and they were honorary boys at this meeting). “And where’s Y/n?”

Sarah laughed. “This is about Y/n,” she explained. “They had a fight.”

“Sarah!” He groaned, pacing the room.

“Over who she’s going to Midsummers with,” Wheezie finished for her. “She’s going with Conrad.”

“Burren?” Kelce asked and Wheezie nodded. “He’s an alright guy, better than Jj Maybank anyways.”

Topper chuckled and agreed. “Yeah, what’s the issue with Conrad? He's a pogue and she’s basically a pogue anyways."

"Exactly! The only thing that really makes Y/n a kook is being friends with us and her parent’s money so… what’s the big problem that dragged me out of bed at fucking 11:43pm?” Kelce yawned.

“The problem is that she shouldn't be going with him!” Rafe snarled.

“Who should she go with?” Sarah sighed.

“No one!” Rafe exclaimed and everyone burst out laughing. “Me? No, no one!”

“Rafe, you have Haley and Y/n’s going to have to date one day! She’s already had a boyfriend or two,” Wheezie shrugged.

Rafe turned his head to her. “What?”

“Yeah! They just weren’t super serious so she probably didn’t tell you,” Wheezie explained.

“She probably didn’t tell you because she knew you’d flip your shit,” Sarah chuckled. “Like you’re doing right now.”

“Fuck off!” He hissed. “I’m not in love with her!”

The room fell silent, save for the heavy breathing of Rafe.

“No one said you were,” Sarah smirked. “But you just did.”

And everything clicked into place for Rafe. He was in love with you. And of course he was. You, beautiful, intelligent, funny, kind, amazing, you. Who wouldn’t be in love with you? How hadn’t he realised it sooner? Why hadn’t he acted on it sooner?

“Fuck,” he breathed out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. No! No, I-I can’t be in-in love with Y/n!”

Sarah laughed. “Rafe it’s alright!’

“No! No it’s not! Be-because she said we-we'd never date! ‘It wouldn’t ma-make sense’ she said. She said we wouldn’t make sense!” He panicked. He was in love with you, and there was no way you’d ever give him a chance. And then there way fucking Haley. Kook princess, irritating, clingy, Haley. “And what do I do about Haley?”

“I mean,” Kelce took a deep breath. “You might need to just break it off.”

“No he can’t do that,” Topper shook his head. “Haley and Y/n are like best friends-”

“Y/n is my best friend!” Sarah shouted. “Y/n is my best friend!” Rafe shouted. “Y/n is my best friend!” Wheezie shouted. All at the same time.

The Cameron siblings started into a very loud shouting match, trying to convince the others that you were in fact their best friend, not the others. Topper and Kelce let it run its course for about 10 minutes, but with no end in sight, Topper shouted. “Ok! You need to talk to Haley about this, then go to Y/n, but wait until after Midsummers!”

Rafe stared at him for a minute, then shrugged. “Yeah. Good plan,” he wiped some of the sweat from his forehead and stood still for the first time in hours. “You two can go,” he mumbled to his friends, who just laughed.

“See you tomorrow man,” Kelce chuckled as they left.

Rafe just had to wait until after Midsummers, which was four days away. He could make that, right?

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Rafe could not make it for 4 days. 4 days of knowing that you were mad at him, that you were going on a date with someone else to Midsummers, that he would have to see you there with him.

4 days of agony, essentially.

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“What’s wrong with you?” Haley finally asked, sick of his shitty mood that had just been growing throughout the week.

“Nothing,” he mumbled, letting go of her hand as they walked.

“No,” She stopped. “Come on, talk to me Rafey.”

Rafey. He fucking hated it when she called him that. It felt juvenile, so stupid, so whiny.

“Stop calling me that shit,” he rolled his eyes. “It’s fucking annoying.”

She took a step away from him. “Rafe Cameron, we are going to Midsummers in 3 fucking hours, do I need to call Y/n to get her to set you straight?”

A part of him didn’t like the fact that she had your number, another part of him wanted your attention on him, and that phone call would do just that. “I don’t fucking care Haley.”

Haley huffed, then walked off, lifting her phone to her ear.

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“Hey Haley,” you sniffled. Conrad had cancelled on you at the last minute, saying he was ‘too busy to go to some kook-bullshit’.

“Hey Y/n, can you tell Rafe to go fuck himself for me?” She seethed.

“Haley, this really isn’t the time,” you sighed. “I’m sorry I just-”

“You told me you’d be here for me?” Haley scoffed.

“Yeah, a-and I am I just-”

“So be here for me. I’m handing the phone to Rafe, talk to him.”

“Hi,” it was Rafe’s voice, and you just wanted to cry harder.

“Hi,” you choked out. “What’s going on?”

Rafe heard how your voice broke and his senses went into overdrive. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you tried to steady your breathing. “Tell me what you said to Haley.”

“I didn’t say shit that wasn’t true. Now, where are you Y/n? What’s wrong?” Rafe was already grabbing his car keys from his pocket.

“I’m sorry about our fight, I guess you were right. It wasn’t a date,” you sniffled.

“What did that asshole do?” He growled. “Fucking piece of shit- listen I’ll be at yours in a few minutes, stay put.”

“Rafe, go to Midsummers with Haley, please don’t worry about me,” you pleaded. You didn’t want his relationship to be ruined over you, and you didn’t want Haley to hate you forever because of a choice Rafe made.

“Fuck Midsummers, and fuck Haley. You’re what’s important,” he assured you. “I’ll be there soon, ok?”

“Rafe please-”

He hung up.

“She knocked some sense into you?” Haley turned to him.

“I’m not going to Midsummers,” Rafe muttered, brushing past her. He would burn every bridge he had to if it meant he got to you.

“What?!” She shouted, stopping him by grabbing his arm. “Rafe!” “Fuck off, we’ll talk later,” he tried to brush her off, but she remembered what you’d said.

“Never take any of his shit, ok, promise me?”

“No. We’ll talk now. Me or her?"

“Her.”

Rafe answered without a second thought. You were his destination, his journey, and his starting point. You inhabited his thoughts, lived in his head rent free, and you controlled him. You guided him, you knew him, and you loved him. As a friend at least. He just hoped it was more.

Haley sighed, eyes clouding with tears. “Go.”

“I was going to do that no matter what,” Rafe admitted, then brushed her off of him, running to his car. He got to your house in a record time of 5 minutes, and he ran to your bedroom. There you stood, mascara running, in your gorgeous pale pink dress with the prettiest flowers in your hair, and a sinking feeling his head gut told him that he was right.

He was irrevocably, irreversibly, completely, head over heels in love with you. He reached out and took you into his arms, letting you cry onto his white shirt.

“He’s a piece of shit,” he whispered, holding you as you two sat down on your bed. “He didn’t deserve you,” he pressed his face into your hair. He draped your legs over his, holding you against him in a bridal hold as you cried into his neck, one arm supporting your back and one holding you closer to him. “You deserve so much better,” he purred. “You’re so beautiful, so, so beautiful,” he whispered. “So gorgeous.”

“Rafe, you should be with Haley,” you wiped your eyes.

“We broke up,” he admitted. This was the moment, his moment. The moment where everything would change. It just depended on whether it was good or bad. “We broke up because I’m in love with you.”

You took your head out from his neck and stared at him, then you started laughing. “You’re in love with me?” You asked through laughter.

“Yeah,” he chuckled.

And then it all clicked for you. You were in love with Rafe Cameron. Soft, uncontrollable, hilarious, handsome, Rafe Cameron.

“Shit,” you sighed out, a shocked look on your face. “I think I’m in love with you too.”

Rafe’s smile brightened. “Yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded, a smile on your lips.

Rafe’s attention landed on your lips, and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He grabbed your face, pulling it up to his own, and kissing you. It was like he was 15 all over again, but so much better.

You pulled back after a moment. “You’re totally broken up with Haley, right?”

He nodded, his eyes staying on your lips, already addicted to the way you tasted. “Yeah,” he mumbled, only half listening.

“Good,” you smirked. “Because we have to get to Midsummers.”

Rafe’s interest was piqued. “Why?”

“Traditions are tradition Cameron,” you smirked, fixing up your makeup. “We have to get drunk and watch Jaws in the lighthouse. Or did you forget?”

Rafe could feel himself getting hard but he just smirked. “I didn’t forget.”

“Good,” you smirked, pressing your lips to his once again. “So let’s go.”

He nodded, following you like an overactive puppy.

God, he was whipped. And he didn’t even care. He had you.

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chrissdollie · 1 year ago

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Dad Bakugo x mom reader - I need more children in my life 😭✋🏾

def calls his kid "squirt" and "buddy"

in mY universe, he has a boy and a girl bc he needs the best of both worlds

CALLS YOU "MA" GOODNIGHT

we all know he wakes up really early, earlier than you even, so he's the one to check on the babies/kids every morning to see if they're ok :)

definitely keeps schedules of you and your kids days like exams, report cards, if they're going to a friend's house, etc

yk how most kids tend to be like "ewwww" whenever their parents kiss?? not ur kids nono. first of all, your son is the quieter one. not that he's not talkative, he just has a little bit of a hard time expressing himself. anyhow, his sister is very loud. but either way, they both think its sweet. your daughter even said something like "i hope my husband kisses me like that" once (when she was an older kid tho lol)

your son goes to talk to you a lot. he adores you so so much. but one day when he wanted to hang out with you, you weren't home. you were busy running errands while katsuki was at home watching tv. your son started crying and katsuki was like wtf?? eventually, your son grew accustomed to speaking to katsuki. as he got older, he actually talked to him more than you.

teaches your son how to be a man :,) katsuki knew he was bitchy in his younger years and he didn't want either of his kids to be like him. he taught them both manners and how to properly have a conversation.

little pitter patter of their feet ran into your guys' shared bedroom on christmas morning and began jumping your bed. katsuki groaned and rubbed his eyes aggressively. "it's christmas, mommy!" your little boy shouted. "wake up daddy!!" your daughter shouted in his ear. "alright alright you rugrats"

at your daughter's kindergarten graduation (idk if everyone had this but i did lmao), katsuki was tearing up and although he tried to hide it, he had to remain the strong one while comforting you while you bawled your eyes out.

p.s your daughter is the oldest

when she brought home her first boyfriend... ooo chile

i see a lot of people writing how katsuki would act up but tbh in his older years, i think he'd be a lot more mature. he'd greet the dude politely and treat him like he would any of her friends

btw lemme just say: your daughter is a mommy AND daddy's girl. she loves u both insanely

honestly while eating dinner with the boyfriend or something, katsuki would be very blunt and not pay too much mind to him LMAOO he'd be like "'tis is great, doll" as if you don't cook dinner every week and it's only when your daughter brings up how he wants to work at katsuki's angency, where he perks up

"oh shit, no kiddin'?" and you smack his arm lightly.

well this changes everything! he practically gave the kid his blessing. "welcome to the family son"

your son doesn't really care about them together, he just doesn't wanna see his big sis get hurt. lets say that your son is 15 and your daughter is 17. "so, bf/n. have you fucked her?"

you almost spit out your drink like a cartoon. your daughter is shook, katsuki's rage from UA is all coming back to him, and the boyf is scared for his life

you, katsuki, and your daughter have a little talk after dinner

"use condoms" kats stated. "i- WH- nono you can have sex next year." you corrected but ur daughter is like huh?? "wha why next year?" you scoff. "because you'll be a legal adult thats why." "no offense, momma, but that's really dumb. when did you and dad start having sex?" she folded her arms. katsuki shrugged. "like i said, use condoms."

you and your daughter gossip like crazy alr?? ur like the gilmore girls except you're married and didn't get pregnant at 16 (almost)

and this is nothing new to katsuki, he's heard u guys gossip trillions of times. but when he found out you guys talked abouy HIM TOO??

he busts into the room. your daughter squeals and runs behind you. "hi honeyy-" he shushes you, "you guys talkin' shit 'bout me?" "nope" you guys say in unison. "there's this other guy, uh.."

#gonna probably make this a separate thingy where its like one part is when the kids were little and one where they're older #just so its more organized bc this was all over the place #katsuki fluff #katsuki #bakugo #bakugo x reader #dad bakugo #dad bakugou #mom reader #fem reader #mha #mha x reader #𝓴𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓲 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 3 months ago

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g'day! I hope you're doing well. Love your writing.

May I request a gp Donna and reader with a teen daughter who's giving them typical teenager problems like sneaking out, partying and such? Reader is scolding her but the daughter talks back and yells at her, and Donna is not having any of that and has a no one disrespect my wife moment. Reader gets turn on by it and they end up making love a little too loud to Angie's and their daughter's horror, whom apologies to reader afterwards.

Hope that wasn't too long! Thanks.

Yesss!!!! Thank you for your kindness, and for your request, and no, it's not long at all, don't worry ;) I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))))

A rebel daughter

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, family fluff...

Word count: 7,529

Summary: Young Beneviento it's just like you as a teenager, and that's a problem...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“Damn it,” you cursed as you walked nervously through the house, glancing at the clock in the hall often. “This is unbelievable, Donna, what…?”

When you went to the old couch to ask for advice, or to vent to the lady in black, you found a scene that, under other circumstances, could be funny. The doll maker was lying on the couch, but she wasn't exactly conscious; her breathing was deep and her one eye was closed.

You growled, clenching your fists and walking towards her, clapping your hands.

“Donna!” you said in a brusque tone, scaring the lady, who opened her eye and sat up confused.

“Ugh… Lasciami dormire,” she growled uncomfortable at the noise, but her protests didn't matter as you approached and shook her shoulders hastily.

“Sleep? How can you sleep in this situation?” you asked nervously, holding back the Lord’s grumbling grunts for a bit.

“What? What's wrong?” she asked, waving her arms for you to give her some room. “(Y/N), tesoro, let's go to bed…”

“Have you seen what time it is?” you asked again, blinking nervously and pointing at the clock. “It's 2 in the morning, Donna, and Stella isn't here.”

“Mm, okay…” the lady whispered in a sleepy voice.

“Okay?” you asked mockingly, watching as sleep devoured the brunette again. “Look, the mother of the year… Hey, hey, Donna.”

“(Y/N)…” the woman protested again, frowning.

“I told her to come home at 10, at 10! And she still hasn't come back,” you said impatiently, letting yourself fall on the couch. “This girl is going to kill me.”

“Leave her alone, she must be with her friends,” Donna commented, yawning again.

“You're always so worried, aren't you?” you said, crossing your arms. “What if something happened to her?”

“Nothing happened to her,” the lady corrected, rubbing her eye. “She's not a child. She knows how to take care of herself.”

“Sorry, honey, but I think she's actually a child, she's 15 years old,” you said, laughing ironically and nervously. “Besides, even if you're right, she's disobeyed me again.”

“Maybe you're too hard on her, she's a teenager, and she does teenage stuff,” the lady said, shaking her head. “You know she loves to contradict you.”

“Forgive me for trying to educate my daughter,” you said frowning. “Your daughter.”

“Stella will arrive any minute, stop worrying,” she said, getting closer to kiss your shoulder comfortingly.

“It's easy for you to say it,” you whispered, calmer due to her kisses, sighing and looking at the clock out of the corner of your eye. “Donna, I can't help but think about what I was like when I was her age and… Well, the, the consequences…”

“Mm?” Donna murmured confused. “What do you mean?”

“Um, well… remember that I… well… Stella was born precisely because I was careless and…”

“You weren't 15 years old,” she said, upset by the comment.

Of course it was a hurtful comment. No matter how much time passed, Donna would never understand the fact that you were very young, too young to be a mother. You weren't ready.

“I know, but…” you sighed, shaking your head. “Damn, she does this just to annoy me. I don't even know where she went, do you know anything? At least she talks to you.”

“Me? No, I don't know where she went,” Donna said, pointing at herself and smiling after a few moments. “But… well, I can think of a way to wait,” she whispered seductively, starting to kiss your neck.

You opened your eyes wide, and although the proposal seemed tempting, you rejected the woman in black with a gentle push.

“How can you think about doing that now?” you asked offended, earning another growl from Lady Beneviento, who crossed her arms with a snort. “Our daughter is missing and…” you said, looking around and fixing your gaze on a small figure that moved slowly so as not to attract attention. “Angie!”

“I’m not here!” the living doll shrieked, fleeing from your call.

“Come here!” you shrieked back, pointing at the floor authoritatively.

“What do you want, silly?” Angie asked, approaching little by little, but keeping her distance. “This is not the time to yell.”

“Yeah, well, nice try, but it won’t help,” you said triumphantly, grabbing one of her wooden arms. “Angie, my dear Angie… You don’t know where Stella is, do you?”

“Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you, let her be,” the puppet protested, breaking free from your grip mockingly and running to her owner’s side.

“Angie, do you know where she is?” Donna asked, with a calmer, softer tone. “Come on, talk.”

“W-Well, maybe…” Angie murmured thoughtfully, but before she could say anything interesting, the discreet creaking of the door distracted you, making both of you turn your heads towards the entrance.

“Finally,” you said relieved, straightening your dress and walking slowly, controlling your anger. “Hey!” you shouted when you saw your daughter walking subtly, ready to go up the stairs. “Stella Beneviento! Come here, now!” you shrieked, stamping the floor impatiently.

The young woman walked slowly with a face of having been caught, lowering her head, trying not to look you in the eyes while playing with her unmistakable black hair.

“Are you, are you still awake? Wow…” the teenager commented, still unable to look at you directly.

“We are, what a setback, isn't it, young lady?” you said in a motherly tone. “Let's see... what time is it, Stella?”

“Um... I don't know, I forgot my watch,” your daughter said in a clueless tone, turning her ankle on the wooden floor.

“Oh, that's new. You make up better and better excuses,” you said in a mocking tone. “Don't worry, I'll tell you what time it is... it's... 2 in the morning!” you screamed furiously, getting closer to the young woman, who shrank in embarrassment.

“Really? Wow...” Stella said, seeking refuge in her mother, who silently watched the conversation without saying anything, as always.

“Look at me, young lady... you've gotten yourself into quite a mess,” you said in a stern tone, crossing your arms. “You're going to be grounded until the day of...”

“What? Why? It’s not fair,” young Beneviento protested, stamping her feet in a childish way. “I told you I forgot my watch.”

“Tell me, Stella, do I look like a fool?” you said ironically with a smug smile, blinking in the same way.

“Can I answer?” Angie intervened, pulling at your dress.

“Shut up,” you growled, causing the doll to take refuge behind its owner’s legs. “Donna, for the Gods’ sake… say something.”

The lady in black was startled but cleared her throat, walking towards her daughter.

“Mamma, io…” the girl murmured, lowering her head.

“Stella, è un po’ tardi, vero?” Donna asked in a soft tone, with a look that didn’t have the spark of anger it should.

“Lo so…” the young lady sighed. “Ma era la festa di Paola…”

“Paola?” you interrupted, putting a hand on the brunette's shoulder. “The butcher's daughter?”

“Y-Yes,” your daughter answered, looking at you briefly and then back to the eye of her dear mother, her protector, unfortunately. “I was having fun, so I didn't want to go home that soon.”

“It's not about what you want, Stella, it's about listening to what I tell you to do,” you said, with a calmer, but authoritative tone.

“If it were up to you, I wouldn't leave the house,” Stella murmured, looking away even further.

“What? That's not true,” you said in your defense, forcing the young lady to look at you. “Hey, look at me.”

“Lasciami,” the girl protested, struggling with your grip. “Mi stai infastidendo.”

“What? Am I annoying you? Is that what you said?” you asked, glancing at your wife. “Did she say that?”

The lady nodded slowly, sighing at the tense situation.

“Oh, excuse me, your royal highness…” you said in a mocking tone. “Don't worry, Stella, I won't annoy you anymore, especially since… You're grounded.”

“No!” the teenager protested, clenching her fists. “Why?”

“Disobeying me,” you said calmly, crossing your arms with a cold look. “Now stop protesting and go up to your room.”

“That's unfair!” the young girl shrieked, with a look of hatred that pierced your chest. “You can't ground me for that… Mamma…” she whispered in a pleading tone, looking at the brunette, who sighed, running a hand through her hair.

“Oh, no, no, Donna isn't going to defend you,” you said, looking away from your daughter to look at your wife, laughing sinisterly. “Isn't that right, Donna?”

“Um... well...” the doll maker murmured, moving you away from Stella, with a mediating tone. “Let it be, (Y/N), the girl has returned home safe and sound and...”

“I can't believe you, my love, the girl has disobeyed, she deserves a punishment,” you said incredulously, with your mouth half open.

“Forget it, (Y/N),” the lady said, gently grabbing your shoulder. “Stella was having fun with her friends, she wasn't doing anything wrong.”

“You see?” said the young girl, with a triumphant smile, resembling the Lord even more.

“I can't believe it...” you sighed, clenching your teeth. “Donna...”

“Hey, come on, it's okay... Tomorrow is another day, besides, Stella has learned the lesson, haven't you, signorina?” Donna said, hugging you affectionately despite your reluctance.

“Yes, I promise,” Stella said, rolling her eyes. “I'll be good, really.”

“Mm? How about that?” the brunette said amused, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Go to your room, Stella, it's late and you should rest.”

“Yes, yes, right away,” your daughter said, approaching Donna and giving her a quick hug. “Ti voglio bene, mamma...”

“Anch'io, tesoro,” the lady whispered, kissing her daughter's forehead.

The young lady nodded and looked at you amused, discreetly sticking her tongue out at you in a mocking manner. You raised your eyebrows, but you weren't in the mood for another argument, so you ignored her teasing.

“Great,” you sighed, crossing your arms.

“Good night!” the girl said, gesturing to the doll, who immediately approached. “Come, Angie, I have to tell you many things.”

“Oh… girls' night,” the puppet said, letting Stella pick her up as they climbed the stairs.

Silence fell over you both as the bedroom door closed and you, slowly and menacingly, looked at Donna, who seemed in a hurry to escape from your darts.

“Wonderful, Donna,” you hissed, shaking your head. “Wonderful.”

“Come on, (Y/N), forget it,” she said, comically running away from the threatening footsteps approaching her. “It's fine this way.”

“It's fine this way? Ugh… Okay, I've had enough Beneviento for today, I'm going to bed,” you said, exhausted and worn out, passing by the lady in black, who quickly followed you so you wouldn't go down without her.

“W-Wait,” she said, following you to the elevator.

Another day in the hell of your happiness. Lying in bed, ready to pretend to be angry with the lady in black, you thought about your past, about all the events that led you to that situation, 15 years ago.

You were just another young girl from the village, another unfortunate soul who decided to be born in that sinister place. Your life was boring, but your youth gave you the advantage of seeing the bright side of things, or rather, the fun side. Your parents were always on your heels, trying to control you so your pranks didn't go too far.

Going out at night, having clandestine parties, playing dangerous challenges... At 18, that was your daily routine. As a rebellious young girl, you were the best, but also you were the most daring.

You can still feel the cold breeze of that night, when the fun got out of hand and your friends challenged you to a very dangerous challenge. The premise was simple: enter the grounds of Donna Beneviento and stay there for half an hour.

It wasn't the first time you'd snuck into a Lord’s territory, but you had to admit that this veiled woman, dressed in black, and her talking doll gave you the creeps. Of course you would have done anything to prove yourself to your friends, and as scary and dangerous as it was, you decided to accept the challenge.

Darkness was encroaching on you, and your brain was busy forming shadows with everything you could see. Still, you always considered yourself brave, and you didn't look back. Time was running out, and you were going to be the queen of the party again, but before you could take a step, danger appeared in front of you.

Donna Beneviento, the doll maker, the youngest of the four Lords, caught you. No matter how many times you humiliated yourself by begging this silent lady for mercy, to kneel in the snow, you knew it was your end.

Of course, it wasn't. Instead of nightmares and torture, you had a little chat with the lady in black (through her doll, of course). You had heard hundreds of horrible things about her, but it didn't take you long to see that you were a little bit wrong.

Visits to the estate weren’t long in coming, silent teas in which you both looked at each other, exchanged curious questions and hidden glances. Youth played against you, and it didn't take long for you to change that kind of platonic admiration for an irrational and intense love. Luckily, the lady was also interested in you, and so, your romance began.

Donna was a sick, strange and lonely woman. Her beauty struggled to show itself overshadowed by a horrible scar that you never gave importance to. You loved her, she loved you. According to you, Donna would always be the most beautiful woman in the world.

But your 18 years old weren’t enough to realize the possible consequences of your actions. The Black Gods seemed to have had too much fun with the lady in black, altering her body in an almost cruel way. Once again, it didn't matter to you in the slightest.

But not caring didn't mean you ignored the dangers of making love to her without protection. Donna didn't make any effort to do so either, but you should have known that, you knew her.

You were young and reckless, and that carelessness led to an improvised scenario, one that you, even today, you didn't feel ready for. The test didn't lie, you were pregnant.

Your emotions were a whirlwind that could devastate the entire village. You were afraid, angry, sad... Negative feelings about the new life that was on the way. Donna, on her part, saw your pregnancy as something... well, maybe not indifferent, but unimportant. You couldn't expect her to understand all your doubts, your reluctance to be a mother at such a young age.

Despite the disturbing news, the love you felt for her didn’t diminish, and, in order to calm the traditionalist way of think of the lady, you decided to marry her. After all, you already knew that she was the woman of your life. You knew it before carrying her child in your womb.

After a few months of extreme care, of insecurities you faced with Donna, a new life came into your life, a beautiful baby, a girl with visibly black hair and a charming smile. Stella Beneviento was born.

Taking care of such a fragile being was complicated, but, the two of you proved that you could do it. Holding your daughter in your arms calmed your fears, and, as she grew, you realized more and more that it was the life you wanted despite your young age.

You remembered what your daughter was like in that tender time of childhood. A nice, polite girl and, well… saying that she looked like Donna was only the surface. She was a damn clone of the lady in black.

Adorable, cheerful… That girl was amazing, she was the daughter you always dreamed of, and the one Donna loved with all her heart.

It was a wonderful time that ended abruptly with the first disagreement you had with Stella. Her rebelliousness, one of the few things she had inherited from you, soon began to cause problems. Running away, disobeying, saying bad words (surely due to Angie's bad influence)… All of that became a routine that only got worse.

Donna was a good mother, she really was, but she did spoil young Beneviento too much, something you warned her about at an early age, but she didn't pay any attention to it. You reap what you sow, they used to say.

Your 33 years weren't enough, not even… well, you never really knew Donna's age, and the fact that she didn't get old didn't help at all: it didn't matter; the thing is that you were young, and inexperienced.

You couldn't help but feel that you didn't have the experience required to handle your unruly daughter, and besides, Donna wasn't behaving as she should, spoiling her daughter, something you were convinced she wouldn't stop doing.

“What are my girls doing?” you asked the next day at noon, bringing a steaming pot to the table.

Mother and daughter were sitting on the sofa, sewing, or at least trying to.

“Così?” young Stella asked, greeting you disinterestedly.

“Mm...” Donna murmured, glancing at the fabric her daughter was sewing proudly, smiling tenderly. “Buon lavoro, Stella.”

“Grazie, mamma,” the girl said, smiling triumphantly as you approached. “Hey, hey, I haven't done anything.” she said frightened, making a peace gesture with her hands, to which you frowned.

“I know that,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Do you think I'm always going to tell you off?”

“Well, you always do,” she replied, in a petulant tone. “Mamma is teaching me how to sew.”

“Mm, that's fine,” you said, nodding, playfully pinching the teenager's cheek, which made your daughter make an embarrassing gesture. “How is it going, Donna? Is she a worthy successor?”

“The best successor,” the lady said, kissing you softly on the lips.

“Hey, don't do that! How disgusting…” Stella protested, looking away while you laughed in amusement.

“That's it, you disgusting cheesy fools!” Angie added, climbing onto your daughter's lap. “Get out, out, out…”

“Hey, give me a break,” you joked, reluctantly moving away from the brunette's lips, who laughed with her eye shining. “Well, Donna, honey, let's eat.”

“Great, tesoro… it smells wonderful,” the lady said with a tender smile, getting up from the sofa.

“Hey… the table isn't set,” Stella murmured, surely knowing what was coming. “Oh…”

“Run, Stella, run before…!” Angie shrieked, pulling on the young Beneviento's dress.

“You're not going anywhere, young lady,” you said amused, grabbing the shoulder of your daughter, who gulped comically. “Set the table, will you?”

“You always do the same, what's the problem with setting it yourself?” she protested with a childish tantrum, crossing her arms.

“I've cooked. When you cook, I'll set the table. Come on, don't complain,” you said with an authoritarian tone, pointing to the cupboard where the plates were kept.

“You're worse than a sergeant,” the teenager growled. “I don't want to set the table.”

“Stella, please, can't you be a good girl for once?” you asked, rubbing your eyes, feeling frustrated by your daughter's ever-rebellious attitude, one that seemed like it would never change.

“I don't want to,” the young lady said, looking away.

“Hey, come on…” Donna interrupted, grabbing your waist to make her way through you two. “Listen to your mother, Stella.”

“Ma, mamma… it's always me,” your daughter said, looking at you resentfully.

“Well, it's not like she asked you to climb a mountain, right?” the lady joked, tilting her head, amused. “Come on, tesoro, we'll set it together, okay?”

“O-Okay, that sounds better,” Stella said with a triumphant smile, probably holding back the urge to make fun of you again.

“Oh, you two are hopeless…” you sighed, shaking your head. “Hurry up, or it's going to get cold.”

The lady and her clone, oh, sorry, her daughter, set the table amidst playful comments. At least you expected it to be a quiet meal, that's what you wanted to hope for…

“What's this?” the girl asked, dipping her spoon into the plate and playing unpleasantly with the liquid inside.

“A delicious, warm vegetable soup,” you said, serving yourself and Donna a glass of wine.

“Delicious? It has to be a joke,” the young lady said, crossing her arms with a look of disgust. “Mom, I don't like it.”

“Oh, your majesty doesn't like it…” you said ironically, shaking your head while Donna, oblivious to the conversation, began to eat on her own. “Well, I'm sorry, but it is what it is.”

“I don't like vegetable soup, I want mamma to make me pasta carbonara,” said the girl, grumbling and pushing her plate forward.

“Your mother is eating. Leave her alone, she's not your servant. Eat,” you said in a patient tone, enjoying the warmth of the soup

“But I don't like this soup,” she repeated again, with a defiant look. “Mamma…”

“Eat, tesoro, your mother made it with all her love,” Donna said, without looking up.

“No, she made it to annoy me, she knows I hate vegetables,” the brat said, looking at you furiously.

“Stop talking nonsense and eat,” you said with a loud hiss, but without losing your patience, yet.

“No,” she said defiantly. “I want mamma’s pasta.”

“Do you? Fine, then don’t eat,” you sighed, taking a sip of wine as Donna watched, impassive. “That’s your decision.”

“Oh, you want to starve me to death?” Stella said, pointing at herself to be more dramatic.

“Stella Beneviento,” you said firmly. “Eat your damn soup.”

“Oh, Mom, you swore,” your daughter mocked, making you growl in rage.

“That’s enough,” you said, slamming the table, causing Donna to slowly get up, without saying anything, and disappear down the hall. “Donna?”

The tense glances increased the tension of the moment. Your daughter looked at you and you did the same, in complete silence, an exchange of glances that could melt the largest iceberg in the world.

“Prego,” Donna whispered, appearing after a while and leaving a plate of steaming pasta next to her daughter.

“I can't believe it...” you sighed when you saw Stella's excited look at her new meal. “Donna...”

“I don't want you to argue, (Y/N). It's already solved,” the lady commented, sitting down again.

“Grazie, mamma...” the teenager said, with admiration, eating while holding back the urge to smile triumphantly again. “You are the best.”

“Donna...” you growled looking at the brunette, who shrugged and continued eating as if nothing had happened.

Luckily, that calmed the meal, turning into something like a relaxed lunch.

“Oh, keep my dessert, I have to go,” the young girl said, finishing her plate and getting up from the chair.

“Go? Where to?” Donna asked, with a curious look.

“I'm meeting my friends, it's Roberto's birthday,” the girl answered, looking at you briefly.

“I think you're grounded, young lady,” you said with an ironic tone.

“I think I’m not. Mamma Donna said I wasn’t,” the young lady answered, putting on her coat.

“Mamma Donna says a lot of nonsense,” you corrected, looking at an embarrassed lady in black, who pretended to drink water. “This afternoon you're going to stay home to work on your studies.”

“It's Saturday,” Stella said, crossing her arms. “Stop pestering me.”

“And you stop being that… Ugh…” you said, getting up abruptly. “Oh, no, you're not going out.”

“But…”

“I said no, clear the table,” you said sternly, pointing at it.

“I don't feel like it,” your daughter rebuked, in a mocking tone.

“Well then… then… go to your room and stay there,” you said nervously, losing patience little by little.

“Mm, va bene,” she said, with a strange smile, obeying you immediately, something that was not a good sign, at all.

“Va bene? Stella… come, come back here,” you said angrily, pointing at the floor. “Stella!”

You couldn't do anything.

As you could already see, the teenager wouldn't take no for an answer, and it wasn't long before you heard some familiar noises on the roof. Your daughter had escaped again, climbing out the window.

You were so tired that you could only collapse into a chair.

“Gods... she's out again, Donna... I don't know what to do anymore,” you murmured with your hands covering your face, on the verge of tears.

The lady in black slowly stood up, bending down to take one of your hands and gently caress it.

“Oh, damn it...” you groaned, getting up and walking out the door. “Stella, I hope you're here before dinner!”

“Yes, mom!” You heard in the distance.

“Ugh...” you sighed, letting the lady in black hug you. “She's going to finish me off.”

“Shh, calm down, tesoro…” Donna whispered in your ear, gently brushing your hair away from your face. “Calm down…”

“Donna, if only you had moved away in time…” you said quietly, remembering past mistakes. “I-It doesn't matter…”

“Mm, let me pick up the dishes, and you, try to relax, I'll be with you in no time,” she said, kissing you softly before disappearing with an understanding smile.

You heeded her words, sitting down on the couch with a tired sigh. There, you began to remember better times, times when your daughter wasn't an unbearable brat but a happy baby, a polite and respectful girl.

Searching through a box of old memories, you found one of the old photographs from when Stella was little more than a crying baby. Your face was a smile, and Donna looked in admiration at the baby you held.

It was all so rushed and Stella grew up so fast…

“My girl,” you whispered, running your hand over one of the photos in which young Beneviento was the protagonist, one in which the girl lovingly hugged Angie. “Have I done something wrong?” you asked yourself, thinking, with the passage of time and failures, that the girl's indomitable attitude was your fault.

“I'm here,” Donna said, finally appearing and sitting next to you.

You hid one of your tears and kissed her slowly, snuggling up to her.

“Are you looking at the photos? We haven't changed much, have we?” the lady said, amused, also searching through the photographs, comically placing one of them next to her face.

“How funny,” you said in a mocking tone. “You haven't changed at all,” you whispered, sinking into her body, a gesture that the lady in black captured, surrounding you with her arms.

“Mm,” she murmured, snuggling you into her chest while she caressed your hair, kissing it in a loving, charming way. “Stella is certainly the one who has changed the most.”

“Yes…” you sighed deeply, closing your eyes to feel her caresses even more. “She is too much like me.”

“That's not a bad thing, right?” she asked, with a soft and melodic voice, one that you adored.

“Yes, it is… Physically it's just like you, but with my stupid teenage mentality,” you said, looking at one of the last black and white photographs (due to the time delay that place suffered). “It's a dangerous combination.”

“Do you think so?” the doll maker asked amused, kissing you again and bringing you closer to her warm body. “It could be.”

“Donna, I… I'm, I'm going through a bad time,” you confessed, putting away the photographs and drawings of little Stella. “I don't know what to do.”

“A bad time? What's wrong, tesoro?” the lady asked, with a more worried tone.

“Stella is making me crazy… I try, I really try to make her a good girl but… she never listens to me and… I'm starting to get desperate, Donna, I'm starting to think that I'm not a good mother, that I haven't known how to educate our daughter.”

“Don't say that,” Donna whispered, caressing your face, lifting your chin so that you would look at her. “You're a good mother, (Y/N), the best one.”

“It doesn't seem like it…” you sighed. “Stella is getting older every day and I feel, I feel I'm not capable of… of even making her see me as her mother, do you understand? I think she hates me.”

“That's not true, Stella loves you very much, you're her mommy, remember? Mommy, mommy, the monsters in the closet scare me,” she said, imitating the voice of a little girl, something that, at least, made you smile.

“Those times are long gone,” you said with nostalgia, shaking your head and letting a tear slide down your cheek. “I wish I could go back and... it doesn't matter, Donna, just, just hold me, okay?”

“With pleasure, amore mio...” the doll lady whispered, letting you drown your tears in her clothes, a cry of desperation and rage, of frustration, that the lady in black knew how to understand and relieve.

The afternoon passed like that, with a relaxing silence, with her kisses, whispers and caresses relaxing your worries, at least until the shrill sound of the phone interrupted that peaceful tranquility.

“I'll go, darling,” you said, moving away from her embrace to go to the vibrating phone. “(Y/N) Beneviento on the phone, who is it?”

“Oh, I was hoping to talk to Donna, but I guess you'll do,” the smug, mocking voice on the other end told you, without words, who it was.

“Karl…” you whispered, rolling your eyes as you recognized the Lord. “What do you want?”

“What manners,” the man mocked, laughing amused. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Yes, my life, do you want to talk to Donna?” you asked, looking at the lady, who frowned, absentmindedly playing with Angie, surely excited by the call, as always.

“It's not necessary… I'm just calling you to say that my dear little niece had a lot of fun this afternoon,” he said passively, immediately putting you on alert.

“What?” you asked startled. “Stella?”

“Yeah, yeah... Apparently she and her friends thought it was funny to sneak into my factory and waste my resources,” he commented, with the same arrogance.

“Gods... what happened?” you asked nervously, playing with the phone cord while Donna also approached.

“Your kid broke into my factory with two of her friends, activated two of my soldats and created a mess that I had to clean up myself...”

“Shit,” you said furiously. “Is she okay?”

“Perfectly fine, she's here, with me… hey, brat, do you want to talk to your mother? No? I assumed so,” Karl said, laughing mockingly. “I guess you want her back, right?”

“Y-Yes, bring her here, please,” you asked, breathing heavily.

“Of course...”

After that you hung up abruptly, growling furiously.

“What's wrong, (Y/N)? What happened?” Donna asked, calming your frightened fury.

“Your daughter, Donna, that's what happened,” you hissed, moving away from the lady in an unpleasant manner. “She's sneaked into your brother's factory and… Gods…”

The wait seemed like an eternity to you, but finally the Lord arrived next to your daughter, who kept her head down.

“This is yours, right?” the metal man said, gently pushing his niece.

“Karl, I'm sorry for the inconvenience,” you said apologetically while Donna followed her daughter with her gaze. “If there's something we can do…”

“Oh, no, no, it's not important. It's just kids' stuff, isn't it?” he said, turning gracefully and waving his hand. “Arrivederci…”

“Um…” the teenager muttered, scratching the back of her neck, possibly nervous because of your furious look as you closed the door and turned to look at her, arms crossed. “I'd better go to my room.”

“Hey, hey, hey… Not so fast, miss,” you said, preventing her escape with a strong grip on her arm. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“Hey, I didn't do anything. My friends challenged me and…” the young lady said, pathetically apologizing.

Donna as always, just watched, perhaps with a colder than usual expression.

“Of course, your friends… How could you possibly sneak into your uncle's factory!? Have you lost your mind? You could have hurt yourself,” you snapped, shaking your head, still holding on to your daughter.

“Nothing happened to me, see? I'm fine,” she said cockily. “I was just having fun. Besides, Uncle Karl doesn't care.”

“Maybe he doesn’t because he's a crazy maniac, but I do, Stella, I'm sick of you doing whatever you want all the time,” you growled, waving your arm and pointing your finger at her, who moved furiously, pushing you in an unpleasant way.

“You’re not in charge!” she shrieked childishly, clenching her fists on either side of her hips.

“I'm your mother, Stella! You have to obey me!” you shouted, tears welling up in your eyes again.

“Are you my mother?” she asked, in a defiant tone, getting a little closer. “Did you want to be?”

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” you asked, shaking your head and blinking erratically.

“I know! I know you didn't love me! That I was just a mistake!” your daughter shrieked, leaving you frozen.

“You don't know what you're saying,” you hissed, terribly hurt by the comment. “You have no idea…”

“Of course I have, you don't have to be a genius to see that you're very young,” Stella said, taking advantage of your weakness. “You're only overprotective because you didn't know how to be with yourself, and that's why I was born!”

“Stop talking like that, brat, you're pissing me off…” you threatened more intensely. “Stop talking nonsense.”

“It's not nonsense! You're demanding something from me that you weren't capable of doing!” she protested again, irremediably winning the conversation.

“I demand you to obey me, Stella!” you screamed, increasing the tension even more. “Donna!” you said, looking at the lady in black, who listened to the screams expressionless while you began to sob. “For the Gods’ sake, do something!”

“You ask her for help because you know I'm right,” Stella said with a mocking smile, while you shook your head. “Don't blame me for your complexes.”

“Go to your room!” you yelled angrily, pointing to the stairs.

“No! You're unbearable, mom!” the young lady yelled back, making you back away. “I can't stand you... I don't love you... I wish you weren't my mother,” she hissed through clenched teeth, making you sigh and sob louder.

“Honey...” you said with a broken voice, noticing a hand on your shoulder that moved you a bit. “No…”

Donna approached, walking with a somewhat hurried steps and a nervous breathing.

Without saying a single word, with a look full of anger, she stood in front of your daughter, giving her a resounding slap that left the mansion completely silent.

“Mamma…” Stella sighed, with the hand on her cheek and her eyes wide open.

You shook your head, surprised by what you had just seen, unable to believe it.

“Donna…” you gasped, without taking your gaze off the silently enraged lady, who was staring your daughter's eyes and getting a little closer, threatening.

“Don't ever talk your mother like that again, have you heard me?” she whispered with a dark, dangerous, authoritative voice, a voice like yours had never been. “Mi hai sentito!?”

“S-Sì…” Stella murmured, stunned, looking in terror at her mother, who remained surprisingly firm.

“Fine,” Donna said, hands on hips. “Now go to your room, and don't come out until you apologize to your mother.”

“But…”

“Go to your room! Vai!” the lady in black shrieked, pressing her lips tightly together and pointing at the stairs. “Vai!”

“Sì, mamma,” the teenager whispered, turning slowly and picking Angie, her silent defender, up from the floor. “Co-Come on Angie…”

“You'll pay for this, silly Donna!” the doll shouted, making mocking gestures in the arms of the young lady, who climbed the stairs sobbing.

“Shut your mouth or I'll deactivate you!” Donna shrieked, causing the doll to take refuge even in the arms of her young owner. “Cazzo…”

“Donna,” you said, leaving some time for the lady to calm down and approaching from behind, turning her body slowly. “Gods, Donna…”

“What?” she asked with her gaze still enraged. “I haven't done anything to her, it was more of a caress than a slap,” she said defending herself against what she thought was a protest from you.

“I know, my love… Wow, so you do have character,” you said smiling, noticing a lustful feeling forming inside you, an unexpected one.

“I won't allow anyone to insult you, (Y/N), not even that brat,” the lady said, without hugging you back, looking away. “You're right, she needs manners.”

“Mm, yes… and you're going to teach them to her, aren't you, my love?” you purred in her ear, making her hands go straight to your waist and her brow furrow.

“If it's necessary, I will do it,” Donna said, sure of herself. “She won't insult you again, you have my word.”

“Oh, I like your word,” you said with a velvety voice, approaching her lips slowly, devouring them wetly, startling the lady in black, who moved away confused.

“Um, what, what are you doing?” she asked, holding your wrists, which were already starting to play with her dress. “(Y/N)?”

“It's just that... seeing you so... authoritative, so... firm...” you said, playing with your finger on her chest, one that her eye followed with curiosity. “Donna, you've turned me on.”

“Me hitting our daughter has turned you on?” the lady asked, surprised and horrified.

“No, silly...” you said, shaking your head and pulling her hand towards the living room. “What has turned me on is… seeing you defend me like that… I’ve wanted to see you that way for a long time.”

“(Y/N), please, I don’t…” she said, nervous, while you cornered her against the desk, changing positions with a soft movement of your hands and sitting on the old wooden table.

“Shh, shut up, my love…” you whispered in her ear, bringing her closer with a soft tug on her dress. “Now, tell me how naughty I am…”

“(Y/N), it’s not the time for… (Y/N),” Donna said, opening her eye wide when your hand passed over the black fabric, noticing the incipient bulge that revealed her erection at your words. “H-Hey… don’t…”

“Oh, wow, I think so, my love,” you said amused, tightening your grip on her covered shaft, causing the lady in black to gasp irresistibly. “Look at you… You’re so hard…”

“I-It's your fault,” she said, shaking her head, but allowing herself to enjoy your intense grip. “Cazzo…”

“Don't swear, Donna,” you said amused, playing with your underwear until you pushed it aside, with your lips very close to hers. “I prefer you to use that mouth of yours to kiss me.”

“Oddio…” she sighed, finally letting herself be carried away by your deep kisses, by the soft swaying of your hips on the desk. “(Y/N)…”

“My love… I love you…” you sighed, noticing how her impatient hands fought with the skirt of her dress, releasing her throbbing erection while playing with your body to position it correctly.

That improvised declaration of love made the lady stop before brushing against your impatient wetness, briefly caressing your face.

“Ti amo, (Y/N)… tu sei la mia vita,” she whispered, taking a moment to kiss you romantically, ignoring her throbbing desire, which was already rubbing against yours.

“Mm, baby…” you purred, laughing embarrassedly at those hot and romantic whispers. “Come, I don't know how much time we have.”

Quickly, ignoring the foreplay, you gently grabbed her erection, stimulating it for a while before inserting it into you with ease, something that always made you moan outrageously.

“Shh, tesoro…” Donna whispered to you, covering your mouth, fighting against her own pleasure. “Not that loud.”

“Mm, I'm sorry… you're so big,” you moaned, writhing in pleasure at how your walls stretched to make way for her hurried thrusts. “Donna, Gods…”

The lady growled as she felt the pressure of your body on hers, as she felt that lascivious and wet embrace, as she slid with extreme ease. Of course, you weren't lying when you told her that the situation had turned you on.

That Donna defended you with rage, with fury, was something you always loved, something that made you remember every day why you loved her, why you started such a wonderful family with her.

“Fuck, yes! Oh, Donna, dominate me! Harder, my love!” you moaned loud, succumbing to the pleasure and forgetting about discretion as her thrusts accelerated and her moans lost their modesty as well.

“That's what you want, isn't it?” the lady said amused, coming out of you to grab you by the waist, turning you around abruptly, causing an annoying noise as it made the things on the desk shake. “You're a very bad doll…”

“Yes, yes, I'm the worst!” you squealed, moving eager to feel her again, rubbing your hips against her erection, one that was quick to take you from behind, moving you along with the table. “Yes, Donna, yes, fuck me!”

“Mm, così stretta…” the lady murmured, gripping your hips tightly, guiding them to her desired rhythm, only letting them go to give you a few soft, spicy spanks, completely lifting your dress.

“More, Donna!” you screamed, feeling your body tightening more and more, motivated by the moans and grunts of pleasure from the brunette. “Donna, I'm going to… I'm going to cum!”

“Cazzo! (Y/N)!” the lady screamed, panting as your body went crazy, squeezing her with your walls, causing her own release inside of you, wetting you with her warm seed. “(Y/N)…”

“Mm, Donna, that was…” you said laughing, moving your hips with her still inside you and feeling the wetness running down your legs. “…amazing”.

“Y-Yes…” she said, slowly withdrawing and covering herself with her dress, pulling yours down as well. “I-I hope Stella didn't hear us,” she said, catching her breath as you turned around, capturing her lips briefly.

“Bah, I'm sure she didn’t,” you said, teasingly pulling on her lower lip. “Well… How about we take a bath? We've earned it.”

“Certo,” Donna said, with a tired smile. “I'll make dinner later.”

“It's a perfect plan, my love,” you whispered, walking hand in hand with her towards the elevator.

Of course it was. A relaxing bath with your wife managed to dispel that bitter moment, the argument with your daughter that Donna miraculously solved. You didn't want to think about it too much, but you couldn't help but think about whether that severe, but necessary, attitude of the lady of the dolls had served any purpose.

“Stella! Dinner is ready!” you shouted, looking at the stairs, a bit calmer. “I really want to try this lasagna…”

“Mm, that's what you always say,” Donna said, winking at you with complicity, due to that passionate outburst earlier. “Where's the girl?”

“I've already called her, she's probably still upset,” you commented, pouring yourself a glass of wine and looking back at the hall. “Stella! Come down, we have lasagna!”

Nothing, silence was your only response.

“Do you think…?” the lady in black asked, frowning.

“Gods, I should have imagined…” you sighed, standing up hastily. “She's run away again.”

Just when you were about to go through the whole territory to look for your rebellious daughter, the teenager appeared before you. Her head was looking at the floor and Angie accompanied her in silence.

“Well, you've finally decided to come down, come…” you sighed, gently pushing the young lady by her back. “Your mother made lasagna for you.”

“Grazie, mamma,” the young Beneviento murmured, without looking into her mother's eye, surely resentful of that ridiculous slap.

“Mm, niente,” Donna said, with a slightly petulant tone. “Siedeti.”

The young girl nodded and obeyed silently.

Yes, silence would be a good summary for that dinner.

“Um… Mom,” Stella said, with her gaze lowered, addressing you cautiously.

“What do you want, darling?” you asked with a tender smile, looking at Donna, who did the same.

“I'm sorry,” the young woman whispered. “I'm sorry about saying… those things to you.”

“Mm,” you murmured, listening attentively. “Good.”

“I really am… well I… I was angry because Uncle Karl caught me and… I mean I shouldn't have done it and… I shouldn't have… talked to you like that… Will you forgive me, Mom?” Stella said, now looking at you pleadingly.

“Oh, honey, of course I will,” you said with a smile, caressing your daughter's cheek. She stood up and, along with a sob, hugged you tightly.

“I'm sorry, Mom… what I said isn't true, I love you very much, I love you both very much and… I promise, I promise to behave better from now on, I'll be a good girl…” she said sobbing, letting your hug comfort her.

“Really?” you said suspiciously, glancing sideways at Donna, who smiled tenderly. “Honey…”

“Yes, really, but… Angie and I have something else to ask you,” your daughter said, moving away and turning exaggeratedly red. “A-Angie…”

“Listen carefully!” the doll said, causing you and the lady to look at each other with an arched eyebrow. “You disgusting fools!”

“Angie… What is it? Stella?” the brunette asked, curiously.

“Please don't… don't… do… that… again… in the living room… or… or at least don't shout that loud… You're going to cause me trauma…”

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reidmotif · 1 year ago

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Regret on the Rocks

Summary: Spencer finds himself at a bar being served by the girl who once broke his heart. Turns out she feels a lot more than just regret for letting him go.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Light Angst/Smut

Content Warning: drinking, Spencer is a little depressed, mentions of heavy bullying (specifically 3x16), car sex, female masturbation, Spencer POV, heavy kissing, unprotected penetrative sex

Word Count: 4.3k

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Regret is an emotion I’m well accustomed to. It’s not to mean that I’m unhappy with my life by any means, but I’m aware of the space between my current situation and the ‘beyond’ that could’ve been if things had just been different.

If I’d never joined the BAU.

If I’d had a more conventional life in the first place.

If connection came to me as easy as it seemed to other people my age.

But none of those things seemed to ring true, so I carried regret in me like a bruise of honor. Despite the regret, I faced it every day and lived to do it all over again in the morning. It didn’t mean it was easy, and today proved that. Today, it was hard going to sleep knowing I’d wake up to do it all over again.

In light of this, I’d found myself in a bar, alone. The case we’d been working on saw little to no fruition despite our efforts, and it’d resulted in another body we couldn’t save. Another person I was responsible for. It weighed down on me more than I cared to admit.

I found myself continually lost in my thoughts, navigating through the carefully weaved web of guilt and self-doubt, spiraling, until a much softer, surprised voice pulled me out.

“Spencer Reid? Is that you?” She asks. I hear her voice before I see her, and I know that it’s the bartender stood behind the bar, and there’s confusion as I wonder who could’ve possibly recognized me in a rundown small-town bar.

I look up and meet her eyes, and it’s as if a flood of memories ensues. A flash of recognition crosses my face, and seeing the images playing in my head, almost akin to a film reel, slowly walking me through one of my earliest regrets.

I was 15, navigating my senior year while being the youngest one there. Despite the oddness of my situation, it never crossed my mind that I shouldn’t have tried so hard to participate in the same social events as my peers. With the hindsight of adulthood, I now imagine that if I had withdrawn, spent more of my time alone than trying to not be, the hurt of never being accepted would sting less, because I’d never had tried in the first place.

But I had tried, and she was the only one who got me. She was older, yes, and beautiful and popular, but those didn’t matter half as much as the conversations we’d manage to have. She never seemed to take offense to any ramble of mine, and I’d feel my heart soar when she’d ask questions after my monologues, sending me the clearest signals of interest in what I had to say.

And as a lonely 15 year old? It meant the absolute world to have that. To have her as my friend.

And so, when it came time for senior prom, in the interest of at least trying to fit in, I asked her to go with me. As friends of course, but even then she shook her head, and ruefully told me someone else had asked her. I vaguely recalled the name she’d given me off of a football roster I’d once read while attending the school, and nodded. I understood. I was prepared for the rejection, in fact I’d already taken it the moment she said no. I was prepared to live with it.

Then came the week before prom. Being lured away from the safety of the campus, and onto a football field. Being tied to a flagpole, while everyone watched- and laughed. I remember seeing a face, his face, knowing he was the one who was taking her. Taking (Y/N) to the prom.

I rarely dwell on the events of that day, but I do remember the regret. I remember wondering that if I’d just never spoken to her, I’d maybe have been less of a target. I wondered if maybe I’d never asked her in the first place, maybe our friendship could’ve survived the whole ordeal, but it hadn’t. She never spoke to me after that, her head hanging low as she continued to hang off of his arm, never sparing me another glance again.

But here she was, glancing- no, staring at me, her eyes wide.

“What are you doing here? Are you.. Did you always live here all along?” She asks, her voice uncharacteristically soft and mellow. She was loud back in high school, I remember. She had the best laugh I’d ever known.

It takes me a second, but I give her a flat smile, setting my glass down. “I’m here for a case, actually.”

“A case..?” She says, her head tilting a bit in confusion.

Clearing my throat, I nod. “Yeah, a case. I’m an FBI agent. I’m here for a recent string of murders being committed in the area.”

“Wow, FBI, huh? I never thought of you as law enforcement.” She says, her eyebrows raising. “Always thought you were going to change the world with that brain of yours.” She adds, a small smile on her face. My eyes narrow in distrust at the sudden compliment, unsure of her intentions.

“I’d say I’m changing the world.” I respond, a little defensively. “I like my job. I like that I change lives by not letting them end.”

She immediately retracts her statement, vehemently shaking her head. “No, no! That’s not what I meant at all. I mean, of course you’re changing the world- I just thought you’d be doing more. Okay- not more. I just- Gah. I swear, don’t take it the wrong way.” She pauses, before gesturing to herself. “I mean, I have no room to talk.” She says, the words a little rushed and frantic.

“What do you mean, no room to talk?” I ask, squinting in genuine confusion.

“I mean, I work as a bartender. I don’t know what I want from life, but it’s certainly not this.” She says, motioning to the shelves of drinks behind her, a little defeated.

She’s so different from when I knew her. Self-assured. Confident. She seemed almost meek in this environment, and the only recognition of the girl I knew came from the small, embarrassed smile she gave me.

“Well. We’re a lot more alike than you think, then. Titles mean nothing.” I say, voice a bit quieter. “I don’t think it’s anything to be ashamed of, though. We’re just getting through life the best we can, right?”

She nods a little, seeming to take comfort in my statement. “Look at you. You’ve still got the same sweetness in you from high school.”

Stiffening at the mention of high school, I just nod and taking another sip from the glass in front of me, which was starting to empty out. “Not trying to be sweet, I think. Just honest.” I say, bluntly.

It’s mean, I’m aware. I can feel her trying, but I don’t want to offer her the same. I want her to feel awkward. I want her to know what she did was wrong.

There’s a silence that passes through the two of us, before she breaks it with a continued gesture of kindness, turning around to fill another glass with my drink of choice and setting it down in front of me, a small smile playing on her lips.

“For being honest then. Thank you.” She says, and her eyes meet with mine. I almost hear the unspoken apology in her voice, in the way her fingers slowly push the chilled glass towards my empty hand, in the way she bites her lip softly, waiting to see what I’d say.

“To being honest.” I say, raising the glass slightly and downing the drink a little faster than I intended, not wanting to think too much about the implications of the gesture. To know that she possibly had regrets too. That she might still have the goodness I once knew in her.

“I have about half an hour left in my shift, but if it’s alright, I’d love to catch up properly.” She says, keeping her gaze trained on mine. “I’ve.. missed you.” She says, her voice soft.

I don’t respond to her last statement, but I can’t deny the magnetic pull begging me to say yes to her request, to at least see where our lives had gone after our separation. So I nod, silently.

“I’ll be here.”

I try to lay off the drinks for the next thirty minutes, opting to sip some water instead to clear my mind in preparation for the time I’d be spending with her. Part of me wondered if I shouldn’t have accepted the invite at all. It wasn’t that I forgave her per say, but the curiosity to know her all over again was overwhelming, regardless of the pain she’d caused me. I’m once again reminded why “curiosity killed the cat” is such an overused aphorism.

She comes up to me thirty-six minutes later, and I hate myself for keeping track. She flashes me a small smile.

“You waited.” She says, softly.

“I said I would, right?” I respond, unsure why that would mean anything to her. I agreed to this. I wanted this, even if I could physically feel the inner turmoil brewing throughout my body. I suppose it didn’t show though, because she continued on, smiling.

“There’s an ice cream place I like around here. Would you like to go?” She asks, and I see her teeth catch onto her bottom lip, the plumpness of the feature being exacerbated by the action, causing me to momentarily lose my train of thought.

“Uh. Yeah, ice cream. Sounds good.” I say, placing my hands in my pockets.

“Did you drive here? I mean- I hope not. You drank quite a bit.” She says, starting to walk to the exit of the bar.

“No, no. My hotel is actually right here. I walked. Needed to get my mind off some things and I ended up here since it was convenient.” I say, and I feel myself falling back into that comfortable rhythm of just being able to speak freely around her.

It’s like no time has passed at all, and yet I’m acutely aware that nothing is the same. That we’re avoiding a bigger issue at hand.

“Yeah.” She murmurs. “The murders around here have been grisly, haven’t they?” She says, starting to lead me to her car. “I get nervous when I hear about that stuff, so I find myself looking away from the news more often than not.” She continues, quirking her mouth to the other side, as if she’s aware this isn’t the best course of action, but does it anyway.

“It’s cute.” I think.

I push the thought away.

“Understandable.” I reply, nodding. “I don’t watch the news either. I mean- I do read the news. But I don’t watch it.”

She starts the car, and I observe a hint of a grin on her face, her eyes crinkling at the edges in a way that makes my heart jump. “So you still like to read then?” She says, seeming genuinely happy I’d kept up the habit even after my youth.

“Oh yeah. I mean, reading isn’t something I really ever let go of. It’s a good activity when you’re out on the road so much.” I say, feeling solace in talking about something I truly loved. “Sometimes I feel like books provide me with better stimuli than social interaction.” I continue, unaware of the implications of my words, and I only realize once I’ve seen her raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but I mean. Friends are good too, right?” She says, a hint of concern making her way into her voice.

I chuckle a little bitterly. “Probably. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I have my team, and I’m grateful but-” I pause, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know. It doesn’t come to me like that, you know? And I’m not bothered by it, but I don’t like to think about it.” I say. There’s a faint feeling of heat on my face from the honesty, but I continue to stare straight ahead, not wanting to see her reaction to my words.

“You were a good friend to me, Spencer. Better than a lot of the friends I had in high school, and I’m not just saying that.” She says, softly.

I respond without thinking, shaking my head with an embittered motion and a click of my tongue.

“Yeah, and look where that got me.”

She’s a little silent then, and I refuse to say anything else. She’s the one who invited me here. I don’t know what she wanted out of this, but I wasn’t going to forego my own feelings just to spare hers. I was here. That was enough. I was allowed to say that.

We pull into an empty parking lot, where I see the neon lights advertising an ice cream parlor, but we don’t get out. She turns off the headlights and blows a bit of air between her lips, placing her hands in her lap and turning towards me.

“Spencer.” She murmurs, swallowing a bit. “I am so, so sorry for what I did in high school. I know I wasn’t there when.. You know when. And I know I didn’t speak to you afterwards, and I am so sorry.” She repeats. “I hope you believe me when I say I really did miss you. I was such an idiot back in high school, and nothing can repair that, but I missed you so much.” She says.

I turn to her and can see the tears welling up in her eyes and feel my heart soften. It’s insane, the effect she can have on me, even years later.

“Hey, don’t cry.” I say, immediately reaching over to wipe a tear from her cheek, my thumb swiping over the expanse of her smooth skin. “It’s just high school. It’s a long time ago.”

“No.” She says, emphatically, shaking her head. “Don’t lie to me. What I did was awful. It doesn’t matter if it was long ago. You can call me a bitch. You can- scream or hell! I don’t know. You can be angry at me. You should be angry at me. I could never say sorry enough.” She says.

I shake my head, all the previous resentment and bitterness dissipating instantly. It was a bit odd, feeling the emotions I’d long held onto even years after our fracture go away so quickly, but she was my friend. For what it had been worth, she had been good to me. And right now, she was my friend, crying in a car, and the guilt and shame couldn’t be more obvious.

I move to hold her hand, wanting to comfort her, rubbing small circles into the skin near her thumb, her fingers grasping over mine, almost afraid to let me go now.

“You’re right, in a way. What you did confused me and left me feeling really.. lonely. But now that I’m older I think I better understand it, but it doesn’t change the fact you hurt me.” I reply, and I see her jaw tighten, nodding and taking my words to heart.

“But I don’t think I resent you anymore for what happened.” I continue, the words tumbling out. “Seeing you guilty and ashamed so many years later is just making me wish we’d talked earlier, so we wouldn’t have had to feel this way for so long. Maybe we could’ve.. I don’t know. Picked up where we left off.”

She gives me a flat smile, tears still in her eyes. “Yeah? I’d have liked that.” She murmurs.

“I mean it.” I say, flashing her a soft smile. I decided to lighten the conversation for her comfort.

“Doesn’t mean I won’t call you an idiot for dating that prick though.” I respond, a little teasingly, hoping to get a bigger smile out of her.

“Oh god.” She says, leaning back, laughing a bit. “Please do. God, he was so .. awful.” She says. “He wasn’t half as funny as you. Just.. boring honestly.”

I smirk a little at the words, feeling a bit of pride but brushing it off with a shrug. “I mean, it's a cliche right? Beautiful, smart girl with the boring jock?” I say. “You and like, 6 out of 10 high school girls probably fall directly into that category.”

She gives me a laugh at that one, a real one, and my heart soars upon the sound alone. I hadn’t realized just how much I’d missed her.

“6 out of 10? Where’s that statistic from? High School Girls Anonymous?” She responds, matching my energy and continuing the banter.

“Just trust me. I know these things very well.” I say, trying my best to sound as faux academic as possible, hoping to make her feel at ease, to fully let go of the tension from before.

“Well, then.” She says, softly, turning the conversation to be a bit more sincere. “I’m glad I don’t fall into that cliche anymore. I’m glad my taste changed.”

I nod, surprisingly relaxing into the vulnerability of the words. “Yeah, it happens. Tastes do change throughout life, especially post-adolescence. One could denote it to the development of the prefrontal cortex, but I like to say it’s out of knowing what you want out of life.”

“Have yours? I mean, your tastes. Have they changed?” She asks, her eyes boring into mine, and I realize that my hand is still holding hers.

I lick my lips and shrug. “Here and there. For the most part, yes, but I find myself clinging to certain aspects of my teenage self.” I respond, vaguely.

She continues to look at me, nodding. “Mine have. For sure.” “How so?” I ask, my heart speedingbup.

“I think I learned to like sweeter guys.” She says, softly. “Ones that don’t bore me entirely, and ones I actually want to spend time with. Maybe that’s a cliche in itself but..” She shrugs, ending off her sentence there.

I nod, wondering where this was leading. Her eyes were trained on mine and I could feel my pulse quickening. Was she going to kiss me? Was I going to kiss her? Was I crazy for thinking that at all? What was happening here?

“You said you still have certain aspects of your teenage self in your tastes.” She says suddenly, her face moving a bit closer to mine. “What did you mean by that?”

I sigh, taking in the features of her face, and how they seem to be illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the windows of her car. She was so stunning, even now. Even after all these years, I couldn’t deny she’d only grown to be more beautiful.

I lick my lips and nod. “I guess I just meant.. I still find you just as beautiful as I did back when I first knew you. Even moreso now, honestly.” I say, quietly.

I can feel her breath hitch, and her own tongue darting out to wet her lips, mirroring my actions. Her gaze shifts from my eyes to my lips, and back to my lips again, and I’m extremely aware of what I want at this moment.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask, my hand still in hers, studying her with a careful gaze.

She nods almost immediately, and at the same time, we surge forward to meet the other’s lips, her hands immediately cupping my cheek and my hands moving to her waist. I hear the click of her seatbelt being unfastened, and suddenly she’s in the passenger seat with me, straddling my waist and continuing to keep her lips locked firmly on mine.

It’s like I can’t get enough of her, my hands exploring her back, eventually lowering them to squeeze her ass, which elicits a low moan from her. I pull back a little, panting and see her eyes blown out with lust, causing me to groan from just how deep my desire for her ran in this moment. I let one of my hands to run over her bottom lip, pulling it down and letting it bounce back up, enamored by just how close she was.

“Fuck.” I murmur, unable to contain my awe at her and without wasting a moment, she’s grabbing my hair roughly to pull me back in again to meet her mouth with mine. When given the opportunity from another soft moan from her, I immediately slip my tongue into her mouth, relishing in the way she grabs my collar and presses her body against mine, matching my enthusiasm one for one.

It felt so good to be wanted by her.

She starts to whimper at the intensity of our prolonged contact, and the sound activates something primal in me. It was almost as if once I heard it, I couldn’t go back. Pulling myself back from the kiss, I start to trail my lips up and down her neck, leaving hot, wet kisses in my wake while she writhed in my lap, her fingers tugging on my hair in desperation. I played with the motion for a bit, testing out certain points on her, before finding that she’d moan loudest at a pulse point at the junction in which her jawline met her neck. I sucked on the spot, being sure to leave a large, dark mark.

I didn’t care what would happen after this night, but for right now, she was mine, and I intended to treat her as such.

“You said your hotel room was nearby, right?” She pants, starting to move her thighs off mine. “We can go and-”

I immediately wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back against me with a force that surprised even me, before gripping her hair and placing my mouth near the shell of her ear. I can hear her squeak at the motion, but her legs relax back into straddling mine.

“I want you now.” I whisper, my voice hoarse and low. “We can go, if you’d like but- I need you now. I can’t stress that enough.”

She melts in my arms as I say that, and a grin comes upon my face from the desire she was displaying as well. She nods quickly, before moving her fingers to my belt, and just upon hearing the sounds of the hardware moving, my head involuntarily falls back because- holy fuck. Feeling her so close to where my pants were now currently constricted nearly had me finishing right there. I could barely look at her without feeling overwhelmed. I feel my cock being pulled from my briefs, and I let out a moan.

I look at her again, and she’s the picture of lust. Her pupils are dilated and her hair is messy, and her mouth slightly agape. She’s everything I want right now. All I want.

“You’re so big.” She mumbles, leaning back, her hand wrapped around me, beginning to stroke me in a gentle, rhythmic motion.

“Yeah?” I murmur back, breathing in sharply when her thumb runs over my slit, feeling the precum already dripping down my shaft. Even her hand is making me question if I’ll finish right here before ever getting to be inside her.

“Yeah.” She whispers, almost breathlessly.

“You can take it.” I say, looking at her, and the girl looks like she’s about to moan off of my words alone. She licks her lips before responding, her voice a bit higher than before.

“I don’t have a condom- but I’m clean and-”

“Yes.” I respond immediately and she moves quickly. My fingers, as if possessed, move to unbutton her dress a bit, letting her breasts spill out (to my delight). The urge to strip her bare for me crosses my mind, but then I’m acutely aware that we were in her car, and the risk of being caught was far too high for the pleasantries I wished to indulge her and myself in, and I find myself slightly wishing we had gone to the hotel room. Next time.

Before I get too caught up in the fantasy of possibly ever fucking her again, I see her reach under her dress, presumably to move her panties aside and groan at the thought. My hands roam over her body to find her hips, slowly guiding her onto my cock, her walls squeezing around me tightly as her hips met mine.

Her moans were sweet, but I found my hand covering her mouth quickly, watching as her eyes shone with pleasure with just the slightest movement from either of us.

“Need you to stay quiet, pretty girl.” I murmur. “You can do that for me, right?”

She nods, eager to please, and I keep my hand on her mouth for a moment too long as I watch her eyes flutter shut, then open, her hands wrapping around my neck to stabilize herself. She starts moving then, lifting off until my tip is the only thing inside of her, before slamming against me, creating the best type of friction for both of us, causing there to be desperation for more. My hands rush down to grip her waist, and I can barely stifle my own noises from how fucking good she feels.

It’s a frenzy after that, and I match her movements with thrusts from below. I know it’s enjoyable for her, based on how hard she’s trying to not make a single sound, but still lets out the tiniest little whimpers and gasps when my cock grinds against her spot, and from the way her thighs shake every single time I disappear deep into her, a small bulge forming in her lower stomach every time I pushed into her. Every clench and squeeze of her cunt drives me insane, and I can’t help the low groan slipping out of me.

Her movements get erratic, signaling her end, and I grin at how quickly I managed to get her there. My fingers move to stroke her clit in circular motions, savoring the way I could hear her whisper my name, grinding down on my dick and chasing the feeling of my fingers on her.

“Close?” I mumble, biting down on her shoulder lightly, which causes a louder moan to slip out of her.

“Yes. Yes.” She whispers, breathlessly. “Please, Spencer. Oh god. Please.”

I jut into her more rapidly, continuing the motions against her, before her walls tighten and squeeze around me, and her cunt flooding the base of my cock. I continue to move like a man possessed, swallowing the moans of her orgasm with a messy kiss, before finally, I reach my release as well, coating her walls from the inside out.

She pants for a second, collapsing against my shoulder as she tries to catch her breath, and I stroke her hair, attempting to do the same. She moans softly, her hands wrapped around me as her eyes flutter open and shut.

“I was wrong.” She mumbles, nuzzling into my shoulder, kissing it softly. I’m unsure about the meaning of the words, so I quietly ask her.

“What about?”

“You’re incredibly different from when we were in high school.” She says, softly.

“Good or bad different? I ask, a little self consciously, which is amusing considering I’m still inside her.

“Good. Really, really fucking good.” She clarifies, quickly, with a dazed smile. I lean in, kissing her a bit more softly now, letting my lips languidly trace over hers.

“You too.” I murmur, and I can feel her smile against my lips.

No regrets about this one.

WOAHHH. oh em gee. a fic! so so so deeply sorry i didn't live upto posting more fics this december and january, but i swear i'm gonna keep trying to at least get two out a month. valentines day is coming up, so you already know i'm gonna try and write something fluffy and cute for that, so look out for that. as usual, thank you so so much for any and all continued support. it seriously means the world to me and i cannot say that enough <3 i hope this fic was enjoyable. like, reblog, comment, whatever <3 just ty for reading!! <3

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punkrockmlchael · 19 days ago

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I can see Eddie having a crush on Wednesday Addams as a kid & that crush eventually goes to him falling in love with Morticia when he gets older. So imagine one day when him & reader are getting ready for some sort of event & reader wears a long black dress & has their hair down and Eddie just has an 'oh shit!' moment where he realizes that he's dating his fictional crush

I love this so much, okay? Your mind, as always, is just amazing, absolutely and truly amazing. (Word Count: 598)

"Darling, are you ready to go to the Award's Show yet?" Eddie asked, straightening his tie in the mirror. Corroded Coffin had taken off and they were invited to their first Music Award's Show. Eddie was just as excited to walk the red carpet with his band as he was to show you off to the paparazzi and fans.

"Baby girl, come on, we're going to be late," Eddie whined, making sure his tie was straight for the hundredth time in the past five minutes. He turned towards the bathroom attached to your bedroom as you smiled and made your way into the bedroom, fixing the sleeves of your long, black dress.

You fluffed up your hair, tossing it over your shoulders as you walked towards the bed. You took a seat on the soft bed carefully, strapping your black heels onto you feet as Eddie stared at you. He watched your every move, eyes lingering over your body as you stood up and walked towards him.

You smiled at him, stopping in front of him. You straightened his tie for real (because let's be real, it doesn't matter how hard he tries, he can never get that tie straight; bless his heart for trying) and looked up at him. "What?" You asked, feeling his eye roaming all over your body. "Do you not like my dress?" You asked softly, taking a step back from him slightly.

Eddie shook his head, looking at your face. "What? No, uh, actually, quit the opposite. I, uh," he said, looking at you. "Where did you get that dress?"

"The store?" You replied, looking at him. "Is there something wrong with it?"

"No! What? You look so hot, you look so perfect, oh my god, you look like Morticia Addams. Fuck, that dress looks.. so good on you.."

"From the Addam's Family?" You snorted a laugh, looking at Eddie. "Yeah?" You asked, looking at yourself in the mirror. “Huh, I guess it does. It’s a simple black dress with sleeves,” you shrugged.

“Simple black dress with sleeves? No, it’s beyond that. It makes your figure look amazing, fuck, look at your curves. And, your hair like that? Fucking hell, baby girl, you look.. so good.” Eddie said, walking towards you. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and kissed your neck softly, looking at you through the mirror. You giggled and tilted your head to the side slightly, looking at him through the mirror.

“Got a crush on me, Gomez?” You teased, placing your hands on top of his.

He hummed against your neck, looking at you. “Look, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to fuck my fictional crush but, tonight might be a different story.”

“Oh? You think you’re getting something tonight?” You giggled, looking at him.

“Well, we don’t have time now,” he whined against your neck, his grip tightening around you. You glanced at the clock and giggled.

“We have time for a quick makeout session. The boys are picking us up in 15 minutes," you said softly, looking at Eddie.

"Oh, baby girl, you don't have to tell me twice."

And with that you were pushed up against the wall, Eddie's hands roaming all over your body feeling you up in that black dress. His lips moved from your neck to your lips, kissing you desperately as he was grinding against you.

"Are you sure we don't have time for a quckie?" He begged, kissing at your lips with soft bites and nibbles.

"Mm," you hummed softly, "we might be able to squeeze it in..."

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hearts4chriss · 11 months ago

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Leather Jacket.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒

Bad boy!Chris + Nerd!Black fem!

Part 03

prompt: where Chris catches his friends bullying you and has too make a big decision.

contains: ANGST! Bullying, crying, violence, use of pet names ( my girl, princess, baby ), major fluff at the end ( keepin that a secret )

it had been 4 days since that whole incident in class with us, resulting in me taking her home which leaded to me beginning to take her home after her physics club and my football practice.

accept one day, it took her a bit longer than normal.

See my practice ended at 5:30 and her club ended at 5:45. I didn’t know what was taking her so long, I figured they just got held up so I waited another 15 minutes.

That’s when I began to hear some rumbling as yelling behind the school as I was in the front.

I sigh dropping my bags down and begin to walk behind the school seeing something I-i didn’t want too.

There she was, in her uniform on the ground surrounded by 3 of my friends.

they had taken off her glasses and were holding them away from her and mocking her calling her “nerdy girl” , “freak” , “ugly nerd” and hurtful words causing my fists to clench and my heart pump.

they had took her bag and threw her papers everywhere and they just kept laughing at her and throwing insult after insult and it began to break my heart as I couldn’t watch her be in pain anymore

“Please-just-leave me alone-“ she shudders through her tears and my “friends” just laugh at her.

“or what? gonna go cry to your boyfriend?” Oh wait you won’t have one! You never will because guys don’t like pathetic things like you. They chuckled and kept laughing at her and I had enough of it.

“Guys what the fuck are you doing?!” I yelled and they all turned around and looked at me.

“Just picking on this nerd you should join”. One smirked at me and I tilted my head to the side and scoffed.

“No I’m not doing this- I’m not doing this anymore I’m done”. I stood my ground my fist clenching becoming more visibly noticeable and one of them give me a pity laugh as I’ve never been the one to turn them down

“What? She’s just a girl she’s nothing sp-“ I cut him off with a swing too the mouth causing him to fall and the ground as the other two immediately catch and go for me next

“What the fuck man your supposed to be our friend? Beating us up for some random ne-“ that resulting in two gut bunches two the other guys as they all fall down on the wall.

“Watch ur fucking mouth when ur talking about her”. I say through gritted teeth leaving them all a few angry punches causing blood to appear on my fists

I was pissed, how dare they talk about this innocent girl who doesn’t do anything and at that, she’s my girl, she’s my fucking princess.

“c-Chris”- I hear her little voice cry out weakly and my gaze immediately shifts to her.

her slump body lay in the corner and her glasses scattered off and scratches on the clear lenses, her books and papers scattered and she looked so in distress as tears and shakes consumed her body.

“baby..I’m right here I promise”. I say leaning down in a squat beginning to pick all her things up and put them in her pink backpack.

she looked up at with me with a shaken and scared expression and that’s when I realized she really was afraid and she was hurt.

“You mind if I carry you?” I asked her calmly and she shook her head and I scooped her into my arms carrying her bridal style.

She rested her head on my chest as I picked up my other bags I had left near the entrance of the school.

“It’s okay princess I got you”. I kiss the top of her head and she sighs tiredly as I placed her carefully in the front seat of my car.

I began to drive her back too her house and she just laid there in the seat looking so fragile, as if she’d been broken into a million pieces.

“Ur parents care if I come in?” I asked peering at her softly.

“N-no they’ll be okay with it-“ she stutters and I smile at how cute she was beginning to drive down her street.

I parked in her drive way grabbing her bag with her keys in it and carrying her once again.

I unlocked the door and was greeted with her parents who had a shocked look on my face

“Oh god what happened?!” Her mother says with a worried face.

“Some a- guys school were bullying her and I took care of it”. I said calmly watching my tone and language and her mother sighs.

“Thank you- her rooms just up this way”. She sighs again and I nodded thanking her carrying her upstairs.

“Did we just let Chris sturniolo be alone with our daughter?” Her dad whispers.

I suppose we all have our moments…

In her room

I lay her on the bed and rummage in her closet grabbing her one of my hoodies I’d left over from when we…you know. She really liked it so I let her keep it.

“Here honey”. I give her the hoodie and she sits up.

“Can you help me? Please?” She says softly giving me puppy eyes slightly squinted because she wasn’t wearing her glasses.

“Oh of course”. I say being quick with taking off her clothes my breath hitching seeing her in a matching white bra and panties but I shake my head and place my hoodie over her smaller body.

“wait- m-my glasses- where are they?” She said anxiously getting up searching her bag and scrambling

“Wait”- I was cut off by her pulling them out her bag, the scratches on the lenses seemingly broke her heart, she needed those glasses and she loved them.

“My glasses…” she sighs sadly and I come over to her pulling her into my arms.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I promise I’ll fix all of this for you yeah?” I say facing her toward me and she smiles showing me her dimples and I instantly melt seeing her face like this.

Seeing how vulnerable she was with me, at her weakest point and she trusted me, the boy whose known for manipulating girls just like her, she was sitting right in his arms, my arms, peaceful and quiet.

She gained her trust for me, overtime even though I manipulated her into letting me fuck her, that wasn’t just a one time thing. I had grown too like her more overtime.

Seeing how she responded to my body, the way she would flush through her gorgeous brown skin, the way she’s stutter when I’d call her princess or baby or any of my nicknames for the matter. The way she’d sink into my arms whenever I wrapped them around her. The way she grew more comfortable with me had just made my heart pump with anticipation.

I needed to protect her, watch her, take care of her, make sure she was okay.

there was no sign or whatever to explain why my feelings are the way they are.

But there’s one thing I could say, something I never thought I’d say.

I think I’m falling for her

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zweetpea · 7 months ago

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The Hatchling and The Cursed Princess

For @liuaneee

Once upon a time there was a princess-

“Hold on hold on! That’s so cliche!” Scara had the audacity to interrupt me. Anyway so it all started a long time ago-

“Audacity? This is my love story!”

Excuse you? Boy sit down before I make you sleep on the couch!

Anyway… where was I?

“Not so long ago?” He reminded.

Fine (¬_¬) it wasn’t so long ago. An old witch had been snubbed- really? Not gonna say anything?

“Nah, you’re spitting facts.”

Okay so the old hag had not been invited to the baby shower of the princess. 6 other Mages and their familiars were invited. They all gave the princess lovely gifts.

Venti and the dragon of the Winds gave the princess a beautiful voice. Zhongli and the drake of the Earth gave the princess the gift of loyalty. Nahida and the Aranara of the Flora gave the princess an exceptional mind (both brilliant and wise). Furina and the dragon of the Waters gave her beauty both inside and out. Murata and her dragon of flames gave her strength of will. And The Tsarista and her jester gave her true love.

Everyone was- boy what are you smirking at?

“nothing.” Scara barely tried to hid his smirk. “Hey! Don’t call me out.” He chuckled.

Anyway everyone was laughing and cheering and just when all the gifts had been handed out the Witch of the land far far away had appeared in a cloud of purple mist.

“A party? Without me?” She glared at the king and queen.

“We were very frightened.” Thanks mom. Note the sarcasm.

So the old ugly witch walked over to the king and queen who held their baby. Her familiar the Kitsune of lightning sat on her shoulder. She held out her hand and recited a spell.

“On the girl’s 20th birthday she will prick herself on an Electrograna thorn and die!”

Everyone cried out in horror as she summoned a strike of lightning and disappeared. The king and queen were devastated. They resolved not to loose their baby so they burned all the electrograna in the land and kept their baby under 24 hour surveillance at the castle.

“Because seriously, who decides “oh yeah let’s keep her safe by sending her away where we can’t look after her”?” Scara spitting facts there.

So the princess grew up surrounded by love and protection. One day she met an adorable cat, his fur the color of midnight. “Hello little kitty.” She said and in response the kitty nuzzled his face into her hand. “I’m gonna keep you.” She picks him up and walks into her room. She named the cat midnight after its beautiful black fur.

She’d sneak him lots of fish but after a few days the cat revealed his true form as a young boy around the same age as her.

“please no more fish.” He whined. “No I didn’t!”

Yes you did!

“I do not whine.”

Fine you begged. “I don’t do that either!”

Do you want to tell the story?

“gladly. She fell in love at first sight with me and my awesome powers-”

Okay that’s enough! The cat boy asked for something other than fish.

“acceptable.”

So the princess and the boy snuck through the castle to get the boy some bread and eggs. “Midnight. Why are you human.”

“Mine name isn’t Midnight. It’s… Scaramouche.”

“Nice to meet your Scara.” She shook his hand.

“Nice for you to meet me too princess.” They smiled at each other.

Over the years the two of them became the closest of friends. She watched him study magic. And he would do tricks for her.

Around her 20th birthday-

“Wait wait wait! You’re going to skip 15 years?! But so much happened in that time! The time I almost died falling out of a tree and you caught me. The time I transformed into a black leopard and mauled a guy for kissing you. Your 18th birthday-”

We are not going to mention my 18th birthday.

“You looked pretty in pink lace though.”

Scara! Do not be a perv right now! Anyway it was around the princess’s 20th birthday-

“Okay skip the best part of that day but tell the rest of that story at least!”

The- the best part!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BEST PART!!

“just saying.”

Stop being a perv or get out!

“Okay I’ll stop but tell the rest of the story!”

Okay, okay. “My dear scara comes back today!” The princess cheered as she ran through the halls. He had left three years before to go to this magic academy.

After the “incident” with him-

“the third greatest moment in my life.”

The princess and- third!?

“First is a three way tie between our wedding and the kids births”

So what’s the second?

“Our wedding night.”

Wipe that smirk off your face! Anyway the princess came to properly greet her friend after three years of being apart. Only to find another girl snuggling up to him, he however didn’t look all that pleased to be there.

“Scara? Who’s this?” Her smile was strained.

“I’m Mona. I’m courting him.” She said with a smirk.

“No she’s not!” “Well she wasn’t doing a very good job. I didn’t want her to.”

I know Scara. Anyway the princess smiled at her. “It’s nice to meet you Mona. I didn’t know women could court me.”

“It’s probably not something you need to think about considering you’ll have an arranged marriage. Who’s the viscount you’ll be marrying?” She asked insincerely.

“It’s me- “considering what happened this morning.”

Hey! I’m trying to tell the story.

“Well I remember what I said that day.”

Stop interrupting me! Anyway Scara assured the princess Mona was just a classmate. Barely an acquaintance of his.

Anyway on the-

“You’re not going to talk about how you beat the crap out of Mona when she kissed me?”

I did that to avenge you after her assault.

“It was just a kiss.”

That happened without your consent! That’s assault! Anyway So on the princess’s 20th birthday her parents held a party for her.

“My dear Scara. I do hope you’ll accompany me to my Party tonight.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He looked away ashamed. “Shut up.”

You did. Anyway the princess responded, “But, I really want to share this moment with you. Mother and Father said that after Tonight I could roam the world as I please. Tonight is my last night in the palace for a while. Plus I want the first face of the night to go to you. Please?”

“Fine.” He said against his better judgment.

“I thought it was worth it when she gave me a hug right after.” Cut it out you cheese ball.

It was later that night and the princess had dressed up in a beautiful purple dress to match Scaramouche’s purple suit. He took her hand in the ball room as many of the older nobles gasped and glared. She didn’t care, she was having the time of her life in his arms. Stop smirking Scara. Anyway after the dance the monarchs tore their daughter away from him.

“Get away from her you monster!” The King yelled.

“Father what are you doing?!”

“Sweetheart you don’t know what you’re doing. This is Kunikuzushi. He’s the son of The Witch Raiden! His mother cursed you to die today!” The king explained.

“Well he’s not her! He didn’t curse me!” She exclaimed. “I want him here!”

“WHY?!” The king exclaimed in terror.

“Because I love him!” The ballroom fell silent upon her declaration.

“I- I should go.” Scara looked down and walked away curling in on himself.

“Scara wait!” The princess called to him but it was too late. She started to run after him, but the guards kept her in place. “Let me go father!”

“You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I do! I love him! I can’t live without him!” She shouted.

“You said that?” Shut up.

She slipped away from the guards and ran out to look for him. “Scara! Scaramouche! Come back please!” But it was too late. He was gone and she was taken back to her room by the guards.

After a while of the princess crying a woman appeared on her balcony. “My my. What a cute little pet my son has.” She came over to the princess.

“Stay away!” She scooted to the back of her bed.

“tsk tsk tsk. Silly girl I’m here to help. Your father slighted me 20 years ago and when I called him out for it he made up lies about me. Why do you think you’ve never heard anyone tell you about a curse before?”

“I… I don’t know?”

“You said you love my baby, right?”

“I do! I love Scara- Kuni more than anything. More than my own life.”

The witch grinned at this. “Then give me your hand and I shall take you to him.” Without a second thought the princess reached out and took the witch’s hand.

“ow!” She shrieked as the witch revealed a small Electrograna thorn in her hand. The world became dark. The witch cackled as she ran everyone else out of the castle.

A few hours later Scara showed up to save the princess! It wasn’t easy and (he had to kill his mom who’d turned herself into a dragon) but it was worth it in the end.

Until he got to the tower and saw her lying on the ground. He tried an assortment of different spells to revive her. He hadn’t known one had worked and so he held her in his arms and placed one kiss on her lips. A final farewell to his love.

“That’s weak for a first kiss. How about you come over here and give me a proper one?”

“You’re alive!” He exclaimed and hugged her.

“All thanks to you.” She kissed him again.

“Okay why is what I did fine but what Mona did is Assault?” I told you I loved you a few hours beforehand, you had my consent. You always have my consent to kiss me.

Anyway so the King and Queen came back and accepted Scaramouche as one of their own citizens. Then a few months later the two got married.

“And that is how your father and I got together.”

Bonus:

“Happy birthday Mama!” The children cheered in unison. Their mother opened up the box to find a Lolita style pink lacy dress. They had the idea because of what their dad said in the story. However he was referring to different garments at the time, though they’d have no way of knowing that.

Needless to say she was not pleased.

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kamisatomay018 · 1 year ago

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Office Break

Neuvillette x female reader

Smut, 18+, minors dni!

This is my first attempt of writing smut so I hope you enjoy! Any suggestions are greatly appreciated<3

Hearing the door to his office room open, the Iudex of Fontaine looked up, a smile erasing the usually stoic expression on his face as he watched his beloved enter through the doors. He kept his quill down, giving her all his attention. “Sweetheart? I wasn’t expecting to see you today- well, at least not here.”

You looked at him with a small pout, thinking you’d disturbed him. But what could you do, you were missing him so much that you just had to come and see him. “Are you busy?” Neuvillette felt his heart melt seeing you like that, Archons he was so soft for you. He noticed that something was wrong and smiled as he shook his head. “Not at the moment, no. But baby, what’s wrong? Did I not give you enough kisses when I left the bed this morning?” You blushed a little at the nickname he used for you, shaking your head with that same pout. Oh you knew exactly how to melt him. Who knew that the Chief Justice of Fontaine was such a softie for his beloved?

He chuckled at your expression, his tone soft. “Oh? Well then, close the door behind you.” Your eyes lit up in happiness as you closed the door. “And the blinds?” He nodded at your words. “Oh yes, draw the blinds.” He smiles at your figure approaching him, “Yes, come here baby.” “I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you..”

He shook his head reassuringly, “No of course it’s fine, come here, sit in my lap. Baby, what’s wrong?” You snuggled in his arms, your frame fitting perfectly in his embrace. You cling onto him, talking softly. “I just missed you a lot, I wanted to see you..” Neuvillette chuckles softly, his heart melting into a puddle because of how precious you were. He caresses your hair, his soothing deep voice responding. “Oh you poor thing…well of course I miss you too. I take my duties very seriously but I…find myself wishing I could come home sooner, to see you again.” You looked up at him, smiling softly while caressing his jaw with your thumb. “It’s alright, I know you’re very busy..” He holds your hand softly, placing a sweet kiss on the palm of your hand- an endearing habit he’s had ever since you started dating. “baby, I am never too busy for you, not ever.”

You blush at his words, feeling so special from within and cuddled him close, basking in his warmth. Neuvillette knew that it must be difficult to be with someone as busy as him, as he held you dear to him. “Oh my sweet love..you’ve been so patient, haven’t you? I know what you want my sweetheart…you just want to be comforted, and cared for..and to me, that’s not asking too much.” You giggled softly, kissing his cheek “you know me too well Neuvi..” He smiles at you, gently cupping you cheeks as he looked into your beautiful eyes, talking softly. “Baby, I love you..and I will do anything in my power to make sure that you’re happy..”

Oh this immaculate man, how effortlessly he managed to make your heart flutter. You kissed his forehead softly. “Oh Neuvi..I love you so much too, and you don’t have to worry, just being with you makes me the happiest girl ever.” He smiles at your words, holding you close. “Yes…you picked a..difficult man for someone with your needs..But that doesn’t matter. We were meant to be together, and we will make it work. Come..” you felt breathless because of his words already, as he pulled you close, placing a soft peck on your waiting lips. “Come close..” he whispers softly, sending chills down your spine. Archons, his kisses are so addicting that they make you crave for him more and more..

He pulls apart with a soft smile, letting you snuggle in his embrace again. “Let me hold you for a while.” “But what about your work Neuvi?” He kisses your forehead softly, ridding you of your worries. “Don’t you worry, no one’s supposed to come in. At least not for..hmm..a little over 15 minutes or so.” You ended up pouting all over again. 15 minutes? That was too less, you needed to be with him more. “But..that’s..” He understood immediately what was happening, smiling. “Oh Shh..I know, I know..but let’s just enjoy the time we have, okay?” To lighten your mood, he decided to tease you, his tone turning deeper as it gave you chills. “And you know that when we’re both home alone, later-“ “Neuvi! Hush! Besides-you’ll be tired..” He laughs softly, shaking his head. “No no, I won’t be too tired. I’m never too tired for..a piece of you.”

You bit your lip softly, the need you had been feeling for so long just getting more intensified because of his words. Neuvillette chuckled deeply at your reaction. “You must know that…Sometimes I come home, practically ravenous. I just..can’t get enough of you…Especially when you…have to be in a stuffy courtroom all day.” Oh archons, how the sweet conversation had taken a complete turn. You could feel the tension between you both rising, as you squirmed a little on his lap. He didn’t stop though, his thoughts being spoken out loud. “Often I find myself..daydreaming of that..thing you do that I like.” You looked up at him, noticing those beautiful siren eyes of his getting clouded with lust, just like yours.

You smirked softly, tracing his lower lip with your thumb. “Well, would you like me to do it for you right here, Monsieur Neuvillette?” He bit his lip, shaking his head at your mischief. “Shh..stop” he said as he laughed, although you both knew very well that the need you had kept hidden for one another for so long was resurfacing. “But why? You’re afraid someone will hear?” You questioned, making him stutter a little. “No, I don’t think anyone will hear its just- I…no, nothing..” you smirked even more, knowing fully well that your dragon was getting needy. “Oh? Then why the stutter? I can feel you’re getting needy..”

Oh gosh he was so weak for you, especially when you were all needy and confident like this. “I- well- you..you have to be able to tell already..Right? I mean- you..well you’re..sitting on it after all..” Oh you definitely could tell. you could feel his boner right against you, you saw how the tips of his ears had turned slightly red, his breathing becoming deeper. These were all signs that he needed you. “Well…I can always help solve this big problem of yours Neuvi..” He gets a little flustered, the thought of you both doing something like this in his office was so tempting, but all the more very risky. “No..no it’s fine..” You looked up at him naughtily, squirming around in his lap more.

“Are you really sure? Because your body is telling me otherwise..” Neuvillette bites his lip again, talking in that irresistible deep voice of his. “Is..is that how it is..I..uhm..” he ends up groaning softly feeling you squirm. “I..fuck- give me a moment I..” “what’s wrong? Do you not want to?” He shook his head, breathing deeply. “No it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just..these walls are not that thick..it is an old building after all.” He then looked at you, seeing the clear lust and need written crystal clear on your expression, chuckling deeply. “Gosh you really are going to get me into trouble, aren’t you..” You giggled like the mischievous girl you are “Well do you want me to stop?” He shook his head, smiling as he pulls you closer. “No, because nothing makes me happier than being close to you..truly.” You smiled at his words, looking at him “It’s the same for me Neuvi.” “And..judging by the way you’re squirming around in my lap right now it’s…making it a little difficult to..focus.”

You laugh softly, looking at him mischievously. “Oh yeah? Well focus on what?” You saw as he too gets puzzled by his own words. “Focus on what? I- I suppose you’re right..” he sighs a little, needing you too much now, glancing at the grandfather clock in his office. “I don’t know how much time I have..” you wait for him to think everything through, after all; he was a very calculative man. He looks at you again; biting his lip as lust now completely clouds his senses. “You..really think it’ll be okay if we..” You nod immediately, your own desires getting the better of you. Getting dirty in his office? Archons forgive you, but that was your fantasy. Seeing your eagerness, Neuvillette’s resolve weakened.

“Okay..I’ll tell you what..just be very, very quiet okay? Be extremely quiet..If I have to put a hand over your mouth, I will, you got that?” Only you knew how much you felt yourself wetten because of those words. You nodded at his words, getting very excited. He then pulls you closer, his hands working on getting rid of your panties which were so soaked, as you worked on unbuttoning his pants.

Both of you gasped softly as you grind against his big shaft, coating him with your arousal. Archons, it had been such a long time since you both had been intimate. Neuvillette was so big, so hard, his tip leaking with precum making you realise just how much he needed you too. You were in the same predicament as him, soaking wet and aching for him, just wanting him to fuck you like he’s in heat. But that would have to wait for now.

Neuvillette groaned ever so softly, trying not to lose himself in the pleasure already. “Fuck, spread your legs a little sweetheart..There you go..” And just like that, you felt his big shaft fill you up completely, stretching you out so perfectly making you moan out. “Shh..quiet, quiet” you heard his deep voice whisper, strained due to how good he was feeling. He pulled you closer, kissing you as he lets you take your time to adjust around him. Oh Archons, he felt so good, touching the deepest spots in you, filling you up to the brim. He was so big that you could feel his dick if you kept your hand on your abdomen, and you absolutely loved it.

Eventually you started riding him, biting your lip to conceal your moans. The way he felt deep inside your walls was amazing, but the sight in front of you was perhaps even better. You saw how neuvillette gasped, leaning his head back against the chair, relishing the feeling of your wet cunt. Fuck, only he knew how touch-starved he had felt due to the amount of work piled up on him. One thing you absolutely loved about Neuvillette was how vocal he was in bed, his deep moans and groans were such a turn on for you. And although he was the one who had asked you to be quiet, here he was, so lost in pleasure, tiny moans escaping past his sweet lips.

“Oh sweetheart..fuck.” Neuvillette groaned as he grabs onto your ass gently, feeling you fasten your pace making his breath hitch, whispering deeply. “Shit..s..slow down honey..not too much..not too much, I won’t be able to control myself.” You chuckled breathlessly, riding him slower, but he made sure to give you all the pleasure you needed. He pulls his glove off with his teeth, sneaking his hand down to play with your clit, making you arch your back. He knew exactly how to touch you, exactly how to make you feel so good. You buried your face in his neck, soft mewls and whimpers being muffled in his skin. Neuvillette on the other hand, had a very hard time being quiet.

“Gosh if anyone walks in, I’m so screwed..”

“Oh sweetheart…why do you feel so fucking good?”

“That’s it, good girl, taking me so well, you’re so perfect for me..”

It didn’t take long for both you and Neuvillette to reach your orgasms. You saw as he started panting and gasping softly, moaning a little as he twitches inside you desperately. You clenched around him even more, both of you holding each other so close as you came together, the pleasure reaching its peak. Both of you breathed heavily, hearts beating in sync as Neuvillette held you so close to him, caressing your thighs soothingly. He chuckles breathlessly while panting “seems like I was the one who needed to be quiet..”

You laughed softly, kissing his lips sweetly as you raised your hips, letting him slide out of you, knowing your time was almost up and he had work to do. He pulled apart from your lips, still so dazed from the intense climax he had, but like a gentleman helped you get dressed, as he too got back into his clothes, with your help of course. You stood up, making him hold your hand. “You’re going?” You giggled softly, nodding. “Yes, our time is up, I’ll see you at home hm?” Neuvillette wanted nothing more than to just leave all his work and go home with you, but you both knew it wasn’t possible. “Alright, give me a kiss before you go.” You smiled and leaned down, kissing him passionately. Archons, you loved him so much.

“I’ll try to come home early, and once I’m home, oh you better prepare yourself darling, I’m not through with you yet..” his husky voice spoke against your lips, sending chills down your spine. Tonight was going to be amazing. You smiled mischievously, kissing his cheek as you stood up. “Alright then, I’ll be waiting for you, Monsieur~” He laughs softly at your teasing, shaking his head watching you with affectionate eyes as you left his office. Well, he’s gonna finish his work as soon as possible. After all, he’s got a promise to fulfil.

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 15 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You hated nothing more than watching Bradley leave for a deployment. But at least this time you knew that as soon as he returned, you would be sliding wedding bands on each other's fingers.

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff, and swearing

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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The night before his flight to South Korea, Bradley couldn't shake you for a single minute. You seemed to want him everywhere with you, even to the extent that you asked him to help you cook Marry Me Rooster for dinner.

"Can you turn the oven on?" you asked him as you started to get the chicken ready. "And mix all of the spices up for me?"

Bradley did as you asked, and then he kissed the back of your neck. "I need to make sure I packed a phone charger," he said, lying so he could get away from you.

"You're coming right back?" you asked, and Bradley melted a little bit inside.

"Yep," he promised before dashing to the bedroom.

He knelt down on the floor and reached under the bed, pulling out a small box and the paper airplane he had already folded up. He knew he would only have a minute to get everything in order. He opened your nightstand and tucked the paper airplane inside with the box under it. Bradley wished he could have given you the gift in person, but this way you would see that he absolutely intended to fulfill his promise to you.

"Roo?" you called from the kitchen, and he could feel his heart skip a beat for you. He didn't want to leave your side for very long right now, either.

"Coming, Baby Girl!"

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You were an absolute wreck. It had been getting worse since the Halloween party. And now that Bradley was leaving in the morning, you couldn't stop thinking about his injury from his last deployment.

So you were perched on his lap at the dining room table while he ate a huge portion of Marry Me Rooster. "This is so good," he groaned, looking at you like the savior of mankind was sitting on his lap, all because you knew how to follow an old recipe. He held out the fork for you to take a bite of chicken, but you just shook your head.

"I'm not hungry."

He set the fork down and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Are you worried about me missing the wedding?"

You shook your head. "No, Bradley. I'm worried about your safety. We can get married whenever." Your voice sounded small and your throat felt tight.

"I will come back to you over and over again, Baby Girl. Nothing can keep me away."

"I know," you said, and you knew you were going to cry if you didn't get it under control. "I just keep thinking about how you came home last time, and I don't want anything like that to ever happen to you again."

Bradley held you against his chest and let you get your breathing under control. "I will be as careful as I possibly can be. Besides, Jake won't let anything happen to me, because it would upset you."

You started laughing at the truth of that statement. "You're probably right."

You managed to take a few bites of dinner, but when Bradley tried to clean the kitchen you wouldn't let him.

"I will have plenty of time to clean the house while you're away. I need to get everything ready for my parents to stay with us anyway."

"Oh, hell no. They are not staying here this time," Bradley said, picking you up and carrying you to the couch. He dropped you gently onto your back and climbed on top, rubbing his mustache all over your face and neck.

You laughed and tried to make him stop as you asked, "Oh really? Where do you suggest I tell them to go, then?"

He pinned your hands above your head and nipped at your lips. "I'll get them a room at a five star hotel, but they are not staying here. Especially not on our wedding night."

"Oh," you gasped and then giggled. "I see your point. They did kind of cramp our style last time they stayed here."

"Mmm," he hummed next to your ear. "You are not good at being quiet for Daddy."

You licked your lips. "What? I'm always good for Daddy."

"You're a known brat, Baby Girl. And I fucking love you."

You let him gather you up into his arms and hold you. "Fine," you whispered. "You win. They can stay at a hotel."

"I knew you'd see it my way."

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Bradley stretched out on the couch with his head in your lap while you played with his hair. His arm dangled lazily over the cushion, and he pet Tramp who was curled up on the floor.

"It's getting late, Baby Girl," he whispered, not wanting to move, but knowing you would need sleep for work tomorrow after you dropped him and Jake at the airport. "Let's go to bed so you're not tired."

"No, let's stay up longer," you countered. "I can sleep when you're away. Nobody will be constantly prodding me with their penis and wanting my attention for at least a week, if not two."

Bradley looked up at your smirking face. "Yeah, that better not be happening."

"We can go get in bed, Roo, but I'm not ready for sleep yet," you told him softly, turning off the TV and letting him give you a piggyback ride to your bedroom. You had your arms wrapped around him, and your lips were teasing his neck, and Bradley was starting to wonder exactly how many times he was going to have to leave you for deployments.

He set you down on the side of the bed and turned to stand between your legs. You looked tired and worried in the soft lamp light, but still so perfect to him.

"This is number four on the year. But really my fifth deployment with you."

You nodded, swallowing hard and you slowly moved to the middle of the bed and reached for him. "I hate them," you whispered as he crawled over to you. "But I love you."

Bradley kissed you, pressing you into the bed with his body weight. Your fingers were in his hair again, holding him to you until you moaned. "I'm going to miss you, Roo."

He pushed your shirt up and eased his hand along your bare breasts, watching your face change to a look of longing. "Next time I see you, Baby Girl, we'll be in the final days before the wedding."

"Please," you begged, pulling your shirt over your head. "Please make it back in time."

Bradley didn't say anything else, his lips too busy tasting all of you, until his face was buried in your pussy.

"Please, please," you begged softly between gasps, and Bradley was no longer sure what you were begging him for. So he gave you everything. He made you cum on his tongue until you were pulling his hair and pleading with him louder.

Then he made love to you, his cock buried deep inside until he was filling you up. He cradled your face in his hands and jerked in and out, cumming with your name on his lips.

When he kissed you, you simply whispered, "Please, Bradley. Just come home."

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Bradley watched you swiping tears out of your eyes as you got dressed in his old UVA tee shirt and some leggings. You were wearing your glasses and watching him dress in jeans and a black tee for his long flight.

"Come here," he said, and you shuffled into his arms, breathing him in with your face buried against his chest. "I love you. I'll be home soon. I'll call you if I can."

You nodded against him. "We need to leave," you whispered, your voice shaking. "So we have time to pick up Jake."

"Let's go, Sweetheart."

You held his hand as he drank a mug of coffee and picked up Tramp for a kiss. You squeezed his hand as he hoisted his duffle bag onto his shoulder.

"Your car or the Bronco?" he asked once you were leading him down the front steps.

You snorted. "Jake won't fit in my backseat with the bags," you said, leading him toward the Bronco. "But I can't believe you'd have willingly gone in my car, Roo."

"I would do anything for you," you said, tossing his bag into the back and closing the hatch. "Including paying for repairs to that shitty little death trap and riding around in it with you."

Bradley buckled you into the passenger seat, and kissed your nose before hopping in the driver's side and pulling out of the driveway.

The ride was quiet. You didn't select a playlist, and he hadn't asked you to. You simply laced your fingers with his and occasionally kissed his hand.

Even Jake joined the two of you with barely a word, but Bradley watched him squeeze your shoulder as he climbed in the back with his duffle. And then the three of you were on the highway, zipping along to a destination he didn't really want to reach.

But by the time he was pulling up to the curb in front of the International Departures sign, he knew you would be crying when he looked at you. He could simply tell by the way your hand shook in his as he shifted into park and killed the engine.

"Baby Girl," he rasped, and you were already crawling across the seat and into his arms.

"I love you," you sobbed quietly as your tears met his face where you pressed yourself against him. "Just come back home. Please." He held you so tight, his eyes closed against his own tears as you kissed him all over his face.

Bradley heard Jake open the door and climb out onto the curb, thankful he was giving the two of you some privacy.

"As soon as I get back, we're getting married, Baby Girl. We'll have our super secret perfect wedding, and then I'll be your husband forever. And you'll be my wife."

You were smiling and crying at the same time, and it was somehow impossibly beautiful. He straightened out your glasses, and you rested your forehead against his.

"It's going to be perfect," you said. "I can't wait to marry you."

Bradley mashed his lips to yours for a few seconds, memorizing the softness of your skin and the way you smelled. Then he scooped you up and climbed out of his door with you in his arms while Jake grabbed both bags.

When Bradley set you down on the sidewalk, he watched you fling your arms around Jake's neck and bury your face in his shoulder. "You need to come back safely. And you need to bring him with you, okay? Promise."

"I promise, Angel," Jake said, holding you against him. "You call the boys or Nat if you need anything."

"I will," you squeaked, and Bradley watched you place a sweet kiss on Jake's cheek, one that had the other man squeezing his eyes shut.

And then Bradley knew, whether he liked it or not, he was absolutely stuck with Jake Seresin in his life forever now. Because for some reason you loved him.

A second later, you were back in Bradley's arms again, your hands grabbing his chest and shoulders while you kissed him a little frantically. He pulled back a bit, taking your face between both hands and saying, "When you get home, check your drawer."

A laugh bubbled out of you. "Okay, Roo. And when you get on your flight, check your phone for some pictures that I'm going to text to you."

"I will, Baby Girl. I love you. More than anything." He kissed you one more time, holding every inch of your body against his before letting you go with his car keys in your hand along with his entire heart.

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You stood on the sidewalk amidst all of the horns honking and people walking around until you could no longer see Bradley and Jake inside the airport. Then you climbed into the Bronco and pulled slowly into traffic, making your way home to get changed for your half day of work.

"I'm sorry, but it's just me," you told Tramp when he ran around in circles looking for Bradley. "Daddy will be back in seven to ten business days."

You started to think about what would happen if he missed your wedding date. You'd lose out on a bunch of deposit money for the food, pink champagne and confetti cake you already ordered. But you didn't care about that as much as you did about Bradley and Jake both getting home safely.

"Oh my god," you gasped, running out of the kitchen and heading for your nightstand. You yanked the drawer open to find another paper airplane and a small jewelry box. He had written Baby Girl on the paper plane, and it looked so much like his tattoo, you squealed as you opened it up.

Next time I write a note for you, it'll be my wedding vows.

"Bradley!" you screeched into the empty room as you sprawled out on the floor, kicking your feet up into the air. You and he would hopefully be sharing your wedding vows later this month, and you couldn't wait. You carefully folded the paper up so you could add it to his other deployment notes you had stashed away.

Then you opened the jewelry box to reveal another charm for your necklace. It was a flat, gold disc. But when you pulled it out and flipped it over, your lips parted as you stared at it.

It was engraved with your wedding date. Twenty three days from now. Bradley had twenty three days to get home and make the date on this charm a reality. You held it in your hand for a moment, rubbing your thumb along the smooth edge before gently placing it back in the box. You didn't think you should add this charm to the other two until he was home.

You checked the time on your phone and got ready to send him the pictures you had taken the other day while he was in the garage working out. He and Jake were probably boarding their flight now, so you sent the photos you had painstakingly posed for. And then you changed into your uniform for work, trying not to drown in the lonely feeling that seemed to absorb you when Bradley was away.

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Bradley had his phone in his hand, ready to scan his electronic boarding pass for the airline gate agent. He should have been paying closer attention, but he and Jake were sipping gross airport coffee and chatting about some of the scant mission details they knew when you texted him.

Bradley was pretty sure both the gate agent and Jake got a good look at your tattoo and your hand covering your pussy as the image flashed on his screen. But when he and Jake strolled down the jetway a moment later, Jake just cleared his throat.

"You know, you can change your phone settings so images stay hidden until you actually open the text," he drawled casually. "I think you should look into that. For all our sake."

"That's good to know," Bradley replied, feeling his cheeks growing warm. You had sent a few more photos, but he was too afraid to take his phone back out of his pocket right now.

"The two of you are so disgustingly in love, I can't even be mad about it," Jake said, leading the way toward the seats that had been assigned next to each other. Bradley took the window seat and Jake took the aisle seat in the exit row, and they both got settled in.

"Still can't believe she picked me," Bradley mumbled, finally pulling his phone out.

Jake snorted. "Nobody can."

Bradley checked his surroundings and turned the screen away from Jake before opening up the first image.

Yep, it was your tattoo with your left hand and your engagement ring, fingers covering your pussy. The second one was a selfie you must have taken in the shower with soapy tits and a smug grin. And the third one was another of your tattoo with both wedding bands balancing next to it on your hip.

Next time you're home, we'll be sliding these on each other's fingers.

"So, when's the wedding date?" Jake asked casually, stretching his legs out in front of him, and jarring Bradley from his thoughts of you in bed.

"Uh," he cleared his throat, "not sure yet. Still working on that."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Both of you are terrible liars. Angel keeps fibbing to me about it. It's cute that she thinks she's crafty."

Bradley scrambled quickly. "We might just go to Vegas next month. Keep it simple."

"There's no way Angel is going to agree to getting married in Vegas in that dress she bought. I'm not buying it," Jake insisted, crossing his arms over his chest while they started to taxi for takeoff.

Bradley quickly texted you back a million heart emojis and told you he loved you and the photos you sent him. Then he put his phone into airplane mode.

"Wait, you saw the dress?" Bradley asked, even more annoyed now. "How did you see the dress?"

Jake shrugged. "She was showing Nat and Maria pictures on Halloween, and I sweet talked my way into the conversation."

Bradley was quiet for a beat. "What does it look like?"

"Like something you wouldn't wear to Las Vegas for a quickie wedding. So just tell me what you're doing."

Bradley's heart was pounding. He needed some way to throw Jake off. "We're going to Mexico right before Christmas. Eloping there."

Jake just hummed, and Bradley wasn't sure if he sold it or not. But there was no way he was going to give up the real wedding date. You would be so angry if he did.

"Well," Jake replied as the plane took to the air, headed out over the Pacific Ocean. "Looks like I'll be spending the next two weeks planning your bachelor and bachelorette parties. We can have them right when we get back."

Bradley settled back against the seat and closed his eyes, a little afraid of what he had just done.

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At work on Thursday afternoon, your boss informed you that there would be someone from Annapolis interviewing for a spot in your lab the following day. And all you could think about was the last time when you ended up working with Josh for several months. So Friday morning, you dressed and got yourself ready for work, but you made sure you were extra cautious when you sat down at the conference table to meet with this candidate.

"Here's her resume and work history," Bickel told you, handing you a folder. You opened it up and skimmed through the credentials for Lieutenant Catherine Coleman. She was close to your age, originally from Philadelphia, and she had a degree from the Naval Academy in electrical engineering.

"Why does she want to come to Top Gun?" you wondered out loud. "She's in a prestigious lab at the academy."

"We're about to find out," Bickel said with a shrug, and he stood and left the room, returning a few minutes later with a very determined looking woman. She was petite with dark brown hair and striking features. The way she carried herself reminded you a bit of Phoenix, and you were instantly in awe of her.

After introductions were made, all of her responses to your questions were quick and thorough. She was impressing you. But you still weren't sold on her. "Lieutenant, why do you want to transfer to North Island? You're in the lab I would want to work in if I were in Annapolis. And your Admirals get massive budgets to work with. Much bigger than ours."

She looked intently at you, studying you for a moment. "The lab is overcrowded, and I like to stand out. I'm also looking to settle somewhere outside of Maryland."

Well, you couldn't argue with that. You also liked to stand out, and leaving Maryland permanently was perhaps one of your greatest achievements.

"And what would you have to offer us that we don't already have?" you asked, and Bickel leaned forward to hear her answer.

"A fresh perspective."

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As Bradley settled into his bunk on the USS Ronald Reagan after a day of mission prep, he got his phone ready for his allotted twenty minutes of shitty wifi access. Jake was on the bed five feet away about to do the same as it became 1900 hours ship time. They both frantically entered the internet credentials and waited for their phones to load.

"Who are you hoping wrote to you?" Bradley asked, and then he felt kind of like a dick for asking. It just seemed odd to him that Jake was single and not constantly trying to bring girls back to the bunk; that's what Bradley would have been doing before.

Jake just snorted. "Probably your wife," he drawled. "She always writes to me when I'm away. And maybe Nat or my parents."

Bradley opened up a series of emails from you, scrolling through what you'd been doing at home. You'd sent him a photo of Tramp at the beach and another of you dressed up for a night at the Hard Deck. He saved them both to look at later.

We interviewed someone from Annapolis, and they are going to transfer out next month if they accept the position.

He was instantly on high alert. Could be another Josh situation.

Don't worry, I'm not working too hard. Only twenty hours per day.

He sincerely hoped you were joking. There was a chance you were not.

Are you still planning on coming to our wedding? Any idea when you'll be back?

He would be flying this mission tomorrow afternoon. It was just him and Jake. They kept changing the parameters, eliminating team members, making it more specialized. Bradley was a little alarmed that they weren't going to be provided with more firepower and backup support, but what did he know? He was only a Lieutenant Commander in a room full of Admirals.

So he replied to your emails, promising to call you when he could, and sparing you the details of the mission. And then he and Jake both groaned at the same time when the internet cut out.

"Your wife asked me what she should get you as a wedding gift," Jake drawled as he turned his phone off.

Was Bradley supposed to get you something? He hadn't even thought about it. He had quite a credit card bill to pay off at the moment, between the honeymoon and all the lingerie you charged to his credit card. "What did you tell her?"

Jake tucked his hands behind his head and stared at the low ceiling. "I told her all men want the same things in life, so she should make you a nice dinner and give you a blowjob. You're welcome."

"That's like a typical Tuesday for me," Bradley replied with a grin. "And Thursday. And Sunday."

"Must be nice," Jake said, his voice a little tense. "Someone who loves you that much and gives you head for no reason? Damn, Bradshaw."

Bradley just closed his eyes and thought about you. "Living the dream. Wait, are you jealous?"

"Of you and Angel? Nah. Probably just need to get laid."

"Just say the word and I'll go to the lounge for a while," Bradley replied. "I don't mind."

"Maybe tomorrow," Jake drawled without enthusiasm.

"Tomorrow's the mission," Bradley replied.

"Well then maybe a different day."

Bradley just grunted in acknowledgement.

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And he's off! Next up is his mission! And I hope he gets back in time! Also, peep Cat Coleman....she's going to be important....

PART 16

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earthtoharlow · 1 year ago

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Flashing Lights

Jack Harlow x Singer!OC

Series Masterlist

9. Here We Go Again

tw: slight violence

Maryse Monet began writing “-Ugh, those feels again” following the end of a long-term high profile relationship that she’s characterized as “depressing” and “exhausting,” but half way through the writing process the unthinkable happened, “I originally wanted this album to be a breakup album, but then I fell in love unexpectedly.” The 24 year old singer-songwriter tells Apple Music. That freshness of perspective resonates throughout the album.

“-Ugh goes through the emotional roller coaster of falling back in love after having your heart broken and I feel like everyone can relate to this album.”

Here Maryse takes Apple Music through her favorite tracks on -Ugh those feels again.

Second Chances ft. Jack Harlow

“I was stuck on this song for weeks, I had the whole song written but I always felt like it was missing something, and that something was Jack. I watched him write his verse in 15 minutes. It was amazing, I’m so in awe of his talent.”

Let It Go

“Let It Go is about when you’re so blindly in love that you ignore all their red flags and fail to see them for who they really are. You get to the point where you have to let it go and doing that will allow better love into your life.”

Fun Girl

“I love this song, it’s raw and unedited. Just my voice and my electric guitar. It was inspired by an ex who called me a fun girl. Someone who is cool to hang out with until it’s time to settle down.”

Toronto

“I wrote this song on my flight home from Toronto after a Drake concert. This song and that city will always have a special place in my heart because it’s where I kissed my now boyfriend for the first time.”

To Jack, From Maryse

“This was the very last song I wrote and turned in for the album. I literally turned it in right at the deadline. It was originally just going to be a small interlude but I just couldn’t stop writing. I’m professing my love to Jack in this whole song. I actually sung this to him first in front of a large audience before I had even told him in person”

***

A weight felt like it had been lifted from Maryse’s shoulders. Her debut album was officially released. The reviews were slowly coming in, critics were raving about the album. Pitchfork who is known for giving harsh reviews gave it a 7.4! She couldn’t believe it.

Maryse was currently getting ready for her album release party that her team and label was throwing for her. After being locked up in the studio for almost a year, it’s going to be fun to go out and not have to think about finishing the album.

As she was touching up the gloss on her lips she heard a slight knock behind her. Looking up in the mirror, there was Jack looking as fine as ever. Maryse had to smile when she noticed she and Jack were matching. You had told your team that you wanted the dress code to be more casual, Jack went with a blue sweater, black cargos with matching NBs.

Maryse had a bunch of different options to choose from when it came to her outfit but she eventually decided to wear a custom blue David Koma two piece set.

“Hey baby!” Maryse said, turning around to wrap her arms around his neck in greeting. Her heels tonight gave her a few extra inches.

Jack tightened his hand around her waist and reached down to give her a kiss but frowned when Maryse pulled back. “Hey!” He said with a whine.

All Maryse could do was laugh. “I just touched up my lipstick!” She tried to explain. Jack just shook his head at her, “I don’t care.” And pressed his lips against hers before she had time to react.

After almost four months of dating he still managed to leave her breathless. Maryse never wanted that feeling to go away.

As she tried to pull away, Jack captured her lips once again. Maryse relaxed into his arms and stopped fighting it. Enjoying this moment before they were going to be around a bunch of people all night.

Jack pulled away and pressed his forehead against hers. Maryse giggled seeing that some of her lipstick rubbed off on his lips. Turning back towards her vanity she grabbed a makeup wipe, and began wiping it off his lips.

“What, not the right shade?” Jack said cheekily. All Maryse could do was smile with a shake of her head. After she was done, Jack spun her around so that Maryse’s back was facing him. He smiled at her in the mirror, pressing a kiss behind her ear.

“We look good.” Maryse nodded in agreement. They did look good.

“Look at us in our matching outfits, it’s giving power couple!” Jack said with a click of his tongue. Maryse laughed at his phrasing. “Please don’t ever say that again!”

***

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user: maryse can you fight cause I want your man

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user: did y’all listen to the song she dedicated to him 🥹🥹

The party was in full swing. There was a huge turnout, not only were close friends like Saweetie and Doja there but many people from the music industry were there as well.

“BITCH!! You look the fuck good!” Doja screamed as she finally found her. Maryse was getting pulled in so many directions since she arrived at the party.

Maryse let out a sigh of relief and gave her friend a tight embrace, happy to see her. “Thank you babe! You look amazing as well!”

Doja thanked her before giving Maryse a once over. She looked happy but maybe overwhelmed. “You good?”

Maryse immediately nodded. “Yeah, I just wasn’t expecting so many people here. This has been a crazy few months. This time last year I was just known as “star New York QB girlfriend who sometimes dropped music on SoundCloud.”

Doja pinched her friend's side hearing her talking down on herself. Especially on a night like this. “OW!”

She just rolled her eyes at friend. “I’m not gonna stand here and let you talk down about yourself, especially at your release party. You deserve all this and more. You’ve always been the hardest worker in the room and this year proves hard work pays off.”

Maryse wanted to cry hearing Doja say that, she needed to hear that more than ever. She opened her mouth to thank her best friend but Doja immediately shook her head. “I know, now let’s go find Saweetie and get crazy drunk!” Maryse laughed as Doja dragged through the crowds of people and towards the bar.

As the night went on, she noticed that Jack kept disappearing. Pulling out her phone to text him, the music suddenly stopped. Maryse looked up and her eyes widened when she saw her manager, CoCo and Jack on stage both holding a microphone.

CoCo spoke first. “Don’t worry, I’ll turn the music back on in a second!” The crowd laughed as she continued. “I wanted to come up here and thank everyone for coming to Maryse’ album release party. Maryse worked on this album tirelessly to make this the most successful debut album, and I can proudly say she succeeded.”

Maryse watched as Jack pulled out a framed plaque with the cover of her single Focus on it.

“Not only is -Ugh those feels again already on pace to becoming the number one album in the world but we just got word that her single, Focus just went 5x platinum!” Maryse’ eyes started to water as the crowd turned towards her and cheered, celebrating the achievement.

“Now, come up here girl and come get this plaque!” Coco said, waving her up towards the stage.

Maryse made her way to the stage and embraced her manager. She couldn’t have done any of this without her guidance. Maryse then turned towards Jack who was standing there, looking as handsome as ever. He placed the plaque on the stand and gave Maryse a huge hug, lifting her off her feet slightly. “I love you, I’m so proud of you always.” He whispered in her ear, and gave her a small kiss. Not wanting to show too much PDA.

Pulling away, Jack lifted his microphone to say a few words. “I’m going to make this really quick, I promise. Maryse, I see you everyday, whether it’s on FaceTime or in person and not a day goes by where you don’t amaze me. I’m fortunate enough to witness your passion and tireless work ethic and your ambition. I don't think you even realize how iconic you are. You’ve earned every bit of this, I love you.”

Maryse had to try and keep her body from shivering, she wanted nothing more in that moment than for Jack to carry her off somewhere private so that she could have her way with him.

***

The party was coming to an end, Maryse spent the rest of the night sitting in Jack’s lap in a dark corner of the club as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

In her buzzed state, Maryse became more bold and touchy, kissing the corner of his mouth. “You’re amazing.” She murmured, delighted.

Jack grins lazily at her, pulling her closer to him. “No, you are.” His face flushes as Maryse continues pressing kisses up his neck and along his jaw.

He hisses in a breath and squeezes Maryse waist. “You shouldn’t tease like that, M.” Jack mutters. “Play nice.”

Maryse giggles with a playful shake of her head and pecks at his lips. “Never.” She teases.

“Ok, it’s time to go. I need you right now.” Patting her ass to motion her to get her up. Maryse was getting excited, more than ready to go home.

“Wait for me by the door and we can go alright?”

Maryse nodded and stole another kiss this time tugging the bottom of his lip with her teeth.

“Fuck.”

“Hurry back!” Jack immediately nodded before heading off to the restroom.

As Maryse wanted for Jack to return, despite most of the crowd clearing out, it still felt hot and stuffy. She texted Jack that she was going to wait right outside the exit of the club.

Leaning against the brick wall, she sighed in relief. Enjoying the breeze and quiet, the moment of peace was rudely interrupted.

“Aw man! You threw a party without me?!”

Walking towards her was her ex Nate. Maryse groaned loudly. “Just when I was having a good night, you decided to show up!” She said, wrapping her arms around herself, suddenly feeling uncomfortable around him.

“Don’t do me like that, baby!” Nate said with an almost evil smile.

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.” Two years ago, hearing Nate call her that would’ve made her smile but now it made her stomach turn.

Maryse tried to walk further down the sidewalk as Nate kept inching closer. “I just think that the inspiration for your album should’ve been invited to the party!”

Her eyes almost popped out of her head with how hard she rolled them. “Good thing you don’t get paid for thinking.”

She continued, “Please don’t ruin my night, Nate. Go home, I can smell the alcohol on your breath from here. Besides, Jack will be out soon.”

The mention of Jack made his ears perk up. “OH! So that’s what it is, you don’t want Jack to see me. Scared he’ll notice that you’re still in love with me?”

Now it was Maryse’s turn to laugh. That was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. “You should really go to the doctor and get your brain checked for early CTE, if you honestly believe I’m still in love with you!”

“What did you just say to me?” Nate had cornered Maryse now, roughly grabbing her by the shoulders and pressing her hard against the brick wall. Drinking always made him angry but he’s never put his hands on her.

Before she could even react, Nate was roughly pulled away by Urban. His drunken state made him fall back on the concrete. “Fuck off, dude before I kick your ass for real!”

Shooken up by what happened, Maryse jumped when she felt hands wrap around her. “Hey, it’s just me.” Hearing Jack’s voice immediately made Maryse put her guard down.

Jack could tell she was trying to stay strong as he pulled her into his arms. He couldn’t help but place blame on himself, he should’ve never left her alone.

He didn’t have time to think about that now as he felt his sweater turn wet from Maryse tears. Tapping her bottom with his hand, “Jump.”

Maryse listened, wrapping her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist tightly so he could carry her.

Jack was pissed that such an amazing night was ruined by some dickhead. He didn’t know much about Nate Williams other than the fact that he was her longtime boyfriend. Maryse only talked about him in her music, never mentioning why they broke up. At least not to him. He knew that eventually they would need to talk about it.

Right now that conversation could wait. He needed to get her home, tucked in bed, snuggled underneath him. Where he knew she was safe.

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking (cigarettes) word count: 2.3k a/n: this part was a little shorter than I wanted but I didn't wanna add the next part and make it super long.

pov: layla

The first two-thirds of the game flew by quickly and Allie cheered next to me the whole time. The arena filled up quickly with our peers and family members of Matt's team as well as the opposition. I was thankful I understood the game already and didn't have to have Matt mansplain it to me beforehand. There was a 15-minute intermission for the teams to discuss their strategies between each third and the last one had just started before the final third.

"What do you think so far?" Allie asked me, a smile still on her lips and I looked at the scoreboard to see that they were losing by 12 points.

"So much for being the best hockey team in the state," I raised my eyebrows teasingly with a small smile on my lips and she shook her head with a smile that widened.

"Oh before I forget, can I get your number?" Allie asked hopefully and I nodded, pulling my phone out of my pocket and unlocking it.

"Just put your number in and message yourself," I said as I handed her my phone and she nodded in response, clicking on my contacts.

Before she could speak again, she got interrupted by someone calling my name. I turned my head to the rink where I saw Matt standing at the entrance to the rink, still on the ice that way his skates didn't get fucked up by the hard floors. He was holding his helmet and stick in one hand as he seemed slightly out of breath, his hair fluffed up from being in the helmet.

"Come here!" Matt called out to me with a wave of his gloved hand.

I looked at Allie in confusion and she shooed me away with her hands. I quickly got up and walked down to the rink, feeling eyes watching me as I walked up to Matt.

"What's up?" I asked, confusion clear on my face as he looked down at me, the slight elevation of the rink as well as his skates making him a lot taller than usual.

"You good?" he asked, swiping the small bead of sweat that was running down his forehead.

"I should be asking you that," I raised my eyebrows before my eyes glanced to the scoreboard, "What happened to breaking a leg, Captain?"

He smirked with a shrug of his shoulders, "Maybe I need a bit of extra luck today."

"What are you implying?" I squinted my eyes at him and he looked behind me at the small crowd of people before returning his gaze to mine. His sky-blue eyes seemed brighter from the reflection of the lights on the ice and his smirk widened.

"How about a kiss for good luck?" he asked, his eye glimmering with mischief and I raised my eyebrows, making an unimpressed face.

"Just because you're losing by 12 points doesn't mean I'm gonna kiss you to make you feel better," I told him matter-of-factly and he smiled shaking his head.

He shrugged as he adjusted the glove on his left hand, "Worth a shot."

I sighed up at him before biting my lip. My eyes glanced down to his pink lips that were pouted slightly as his mouth hung open, his breathing still slightly heavy. He stared down at me, making an over-exaggerated sad face and I rolled my eyes.

"You're the worst," I mumbled before I reached forward, placing my hand on the back of his neck as I leaned over the railing and pecked his cheek lightly. I pulled back to see the genuine shock on his face as I held my hand on the back of his neck still, "You better win after that, pretty boy."

I moved my hand from the back of his neck and patted his clean-shaven cheek as he continued to stare down at me. He looked like he was about to say something but got interrupted.

"Matt! Pull your head outta your ass. Let's go!" Chris skated past him as he yelled at him and Matt snapped his head to his brother before looking back to me.

"Another one for good luck?" he smiled at me cheekily and I stepped back so I was no longer leaning over the railing.

"Don't push it," I smiled at him and he shook his head, sliding the helmet back over his head before nodding at me. I backed away from him as he pushed away from the railing and effortlessly glided back over to his team. I jogged back up the stairs to where Allie was sitting, cheesing at me like she'd just won the lottery, "What?"

"Nothin'," she downturned her smile to try to hide it as she looked back into the ice.

+++

The rest of the game went by quickly and Matt's team redeemed themselves. By the end of the game, the score was a tie at 21 all around. In order to break the tie, a shootout was put in place.

I noticed the 3 players picked for Matt's team were Nate, Chris and Matt. The opposition decided to shoot first, getting the score within a few seconds. Nate was up next to shoot and he glided across the ice effortlessly before he scored the goal.

I cheered along with Allie now, feeling the adrenaline that she was. The opposition was up again and once again, they scored. A cheer was heard around the arena from the supporters as our team sighed or groaned in disappointment.

Chris was up next to shoot and he took his time as he glided towards the goal. Tension was building in my stomach as Chris took the shot and he scored, throwing his fist up triumphantly.

The opposing team was up for their last score and I chewed on my lip as I leaned forward, praying that he would miss it. To our luck, he took the shot too early and Daniel blocked it, sending me into a cheer of victory as Allie bounced in her seat.

Matt was up last, being the decider of the tiebreak. He slid to the middle of the ice, the puck being placed directly next to his puck. He seemed to take a breath, looking over in my direction and I saw a glimpse of a smile behind his helmet before he looked back at the goalie who was blocking his path.

Within an instant, he flashed down the ice and as he got closer to the goal, I chewed on my lip harder. He was about 4 feet from the net and he hit the puck at lightning speed but the goalie didn't drop down fast enough and the puck flew into the net.

I jumped up from my seat and cheered in pure joy with Allie who jumped up and down next to me. I looked over to see Chris flying towards Matt on the ice and collided with him, pulling him in a hug.

"I can't believe he just did that!" Allie screamed next to me and I smiled widely at her, "He's never taken a shot like that!"

"What does winning this game mean?" I asked her as she beamed beside me, picking up her bag.

"They're onto the semi-finals," she clapped her hands excitedly and I raised my eyebrows.

"I didn't know these last three games were such a big deal," I told her honestly and she nodded before I spun around, making my way down the steps, "Where do we go?"

"They need to shower and get changed. I usually just wait outside," she told me and I nodded before making my way to the exit. I watched as family and friends from the other team exited the building with disheartened looks covering their faces and I could easily tell who was cheering for Matt's team since their faces were lit up in joy.

As we walked through the entry area before reaching the doors to go outside, I felt someone tap my shoulder before saying, "Excuse me."

I spun around to see a girl who couldn't have been much younger than me with dark brown hair, "Yeah?"

"Are you the girl who was talking to the Captain of the Bats?" she asked and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Uh... yeah. Why?" I questioned, glancing at Allie as she just shrugged, looking just as confused as I was.

"Oh, no reason. Just wondering," she quickly said before she ran back into the arena and I shook my head.

"Well that was fucking weird," I stated and Allie hummed in response as I turned around, making my way outside to wait for the boys.

I leaned against the cold brick wall, the sun now set making the air even more chilly. Allie stood in front of me, shivering from the cold wind and I looked over at her.

"Fuck it's cold out here," she mumbled as she slid her hood on.

"Do you want my jacket?" I asked and she tilted her head at me.

"Then you'll be cold," she furrowed her eyebrows and I shrugged, starting to slide the jacket off of my body.

"I like being cold. Don't worry about it," I handed her the jacket and she gave me a thankful smile. Since she was significantly shorter than me and her puffer jacket was small, the leather jacket was easily slid over the top of it, "Just make sure to give me it back before you go. I wear that every day."

"I wouldn't dream of stealing this from you. I never see you without it unless we're in gym," she said and I nodded as I slid my cigarettes out of my pocket.

"You mind?" I asked and she shook her head with a smile. I nodded as I pulled one out, placing it between my lips before I lit the end of it. I slowly started puffing the cigarette, making sure to blow the smoke away from her face.

"How long have you been smoking?" she asked and I shrugged, flicking the ash on the ground as a group of people walked by looking at me in disgust.

"Like three years," I answered honestly and she seemed surprised, "I started when I was fifteen."

"Oh wow," she looked at me with wide eyes, "My parents would fucking kill me if I ever did that."

With a shrug, I told her, "My dad gave me my first cigarette. Along with everything else."

"Everything else?" she asked, sounding genuinely interested rather than judgemental.

"Weed, beer, shrooms, molly. The whole thing," I explained and she nodded, seeming deep in thought. Before I could explain anything further, I heard a burst of noise come through the doors of the arena entrance and both Allie and I looked over to see Matt's whole team walking out together.

Allie ran over to Chris, jumping on his back and ruffling his hair, "You guys did fucking amazing!"

"Thanks, Al," Chris smiled at her as she slid off of his back, hugging Matt and Nate next. I stood in place, still smoking the last of my cigarette before I threw it on the ground, squishing it with my foot.

Matt turned around to look at me before turning his whole body to face me as I walked towards him, "So, what did you think?"

Instead of congratulating him verbally like I was originally planning on doing, I leaned up and placed another kiss on his cheek before I pulled back and said, "That's for winning."

"What would've happened if I lost?" he asked as he smirked down at me and I shrugged, biting my lip nervously.

"Don't lose and you won't ever have to find out," I smirked up at him before he chuckled, swinging an arm around my shoulders.

"Let me introduce you to everyone," he said as he started walking towards the group again, "Layla, this is Ethan, Ryder, Sam and you've already met Dan, Nate and Chris obviously. Guys, Layla."

"Good job guys," I pursed my lips and they all returned with small mumbles of greetings and thank yous.

"Where we goin'?" one of them said who I now knew as Ryder and Matt shrugged, his arm still around my shoulder.

"Get whatever food you want and we'll meet up at Downs?" Matt suggested and there was a murmur of agreeance before everyone started spitting off into different groups. Chris, Nate, Allie, Matt and I started walking towards where our cars were parked.

"I'll go with Nate," Chris stated once we reached the cars and Matt nodded before Allie spoke up.

"I'm going with Matt and Layla!" she jumped over to us excitedly and I smiled at her enthusiasm.

"See y'all there," Nate waved at us as he slid into his car, Chris hopped in the passenger seat and I looked at Matt.

"What's Downs?" I asked as I rounded the car, Allie jumped into the backseat and slid my jacket off of her body, placing it on to the seat beside her before she slid the back door closed. Matt and I both jumped in, buckling ourselves in.

"It's a parking lot in Downtown. We go there after every good game," Allie explained as Matt handed me the aux cord without a word. I smiled at him, plugging in my phone and clicking on my playlist I curated for situations I'd have to be on aux around multiple people, consisting mainly of pop and rap music.

"What do you guys want to eat?" Matt asked as he adjusted his black hoodie and grey sweatpants, his hair still damp from the quick shower he must've taken.

"Taco Bell!" Allie yelled quickly and Matt looked at me, making a face as if to ask if I was okay with Taco Bell.

I shrugged, picking at my nails, "I'm not really that hungry."

Matt shook his head as he pulled out of the parking lot and started heading in the direction I assumed Taco Bell was in. He turned up the volume on the radio and the song playing was Gold Digger by Kanye. I lip-synced to the words, looking out the window as I did so. I turned my head back to look at Allie who was dancing by herself in the back seat making me giggle at her over-the-top dance moves.

"Hey can you do me a favour?" Matt asked, talking over the music and I turned my head to look at him, "Can you just write down everything you guys want so it's easier for me to order?"

"Sure," I replied, pulling my notes app up before handing my phone to Allie, thankful that the aux cord was long enough to reach to her, "Write down what you want from Taco Bell."

"Oh right," Allie paused her dancing, quickly typing in what she wanted before handing the phone back to me. She resumed her dancing and I shook my head with a smile.

"Do you want me to write yours down too?" I asked Matt and he shook his head.

"Nah it's fine. Just write what you want," he responded and I chewed at my lip, just typing a large Pepsi into the notes app and I noticed Matt glance at me, "Get food. You haven't eaten since 3:30 at the very least."

"I had some of Allie's Sour Patch Kids," I told him and he shook his head as we stopped at a red light, turning his body to face mine.

"Get food," he deadpanned and I just looked at him.

"I had a big lunch," I answered and he continued staring at me.

"Layla, get something," he repeated as the light turned green and we drove down the street further, "And you're not paying me back."

"God you're so annoying," I grumbled before typing in a taco with just lettuce and cheese into my notes app.

"I love this song!" Allie chirped from the back, leaning forward to turn up the volume even further as the verse of Kill Bill by SZA began playing. She threw herself back into her seat before she started singing. I quietly sang along with her as Matt bopped his head to the music.

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rowretro · 1 year ago

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✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

WARNINGS: Blood, stabbing, violence, kissing, mentions of suicide

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✧CHAPTER 15✧

The day was pretty crazy with all those crazy issues in the way of the couple’s special day, and yet they overcame all those problems without getting upset at each other. They say that weddings are truly a test to prove how strong the couple’s love is, and those petty obstacles didn’t break their love. Now married, y/n smiled as she washed some dishes. Heeseung offered to watch the baby, letting the couple have their privacy.

Riki walked into the kitchen, a towel around his neck, collecting a few water droplets from his hair. He saw her at the sink, smiling as she washed the dishes. His arms wrapped around her waist, his face at her neck as he placed a few soft kisses “Do you like doing dishes babe? It’s our night and your smiling while washing a practically clean plate” he pointed out as the girl snickered, washing her hands and drying them on her apron.

She turned around to face him, kissing his jaw as the male smiled “Tell me wifey, what do you want your dear husband to get for you?... new car? A boat? A bigger mansion in an expensive country?” Riki asked with a smile as the girl shook her head. “Please, I already have the perfect husband, a sweet little son, our family just walking distance from here, and a nice home to share with my love… I could just die” the girl said with a smile as Riki kissed her forehead.

Just as she said that, the woman fell unconscious in his arms. It all happened in a second, he barely had the time to even process what had happened, until his eyes fell on the growing, deep red area of her dress, her teary eyes meeting his. Someone shot her. Riki screamed, yanking open a drawer, grabbing a gun as he held her tight in his arms, the two, on the ground, as multiple bullets shot through the window.

“FUCK THOSE MOTHER FUKCERS- baby stay awake for me yeah? I called the boys they’ll be here yeah- FUCK-” Before he even got a chance to finished, the man was knocked out cold, with a blow to his head. The 2 remain unconscious in the kitchen. “Dare kill my brother Nishimura?!... you think I’d let you get away with that?!!!” The man asked, smirking and laughing as he kicked the man. “Now look who’s head is at my feet…” the man laughed.

A few hours had passed, Riki woke up in the living room, his wife at the feet of Yeonjun, as he was tied to the staircase. “And we meet Nishimura. Sorry about your wife bro, see I needed you to know just how it feels when someone you love gets killed.” Yeonjun calmly said “So now we’re even right? Anyways I know you’re going to kill yourself right after because I just killed the only human you’d die for, but before that, why don’t you sign this contract and hand your drug empire over to me hmm?” Yeonjun simply asked as the younger male glared holes into him.

Yeonjun faked a pout as he knelt down before him “You really think I can’t get it if you don’t sign this paper?... fuck it boys, lets go.” Yeonjun said as he left, the men left all ovens, microwaves, stoves and everything on before pouring gasoline all over as they left the building. Riki broke out of the ropes before running towards Y/n who was barely moving, her eyes flutter open as she choked up blood. “R-Riki you need to leave now.” she sternly stutterred as Riki lifted her from the ground “Im not leaving with out y-”

“Riki no you have to… I’m not going to make it ok?.... Just promise me one thing… you will continue being a drug lord, heck the biggest one worldwide, everyone should know you and fear you, and our son will be just like you yeah?” She managed to say as Riki flinched at the explosion just beside them “Y/N JUST SHUT UP YOU’RE COMING WITH ME, WHATEVER HAPPENS YOU WILL BE THERE TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO YEAH?! Y/N- BABE-” The man screamed as he started shaking her.

He couldn’t waste anymore time… He had to leave… so he left. And the building blew to pieces…

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

(No this is not the end…Infact this story is just starting….)

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Lavender - Ch. 35

You, Joel and Ellie strike a new balance in your relationship. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-34 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: The very lightest of smut. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 3k

“We should put clothes on at some point.”

“Hmmm.”

“Before we fall asleep.”

“Hmmm.”

“Probably move to sleeping bags.”

“That’s my limit,” Joel tugged you somehow closer, kissing your forehead. “I’ll tolerate some clothes but I’m not ‘bout to let you any further from me than necessary.”

The fire was nearly dead, the rain still heavy on the windows. You weren’t sure what time it was and the only reason you particularly cared was because you’d rather not be here, naked, when Ellie woke up.

Joel had fucked you twice more. Once was slow and soft and gentle, almost like getting reacquainted. His hands ranged over you, like he was determined to touch every part of you. The third time was quick, hard, desperate, like he was devouring you, leaving you sore and your body limp. All the while, you could hardly bring yourself to do anything but cling to him, try to hold him to you.

Part of you - no small part - was waiting for the switch to flip again. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him. You did. You just… were waiting for the jagged broken pieces to come try to cut you out. You were almost afraid to go to sleep, afraid that he’d wake up and remember why he’d spent the last 15 years trying to stay away from you.

It was almost self destructive, staying close to him. You’d let him cut you open and take whatever he wanted as long as he said he knew you after, if he held you after.

But it felt different this time. It was worth the risk.

“Ellie’s been through enough the last few days,” you were so close to him that your lips brushed his chest when you spoke. “Should probably not throw any changes at her quite that hard.”

“She’ll live.”

You smiled a little.

“Clothes at least.”

He sighed. “Fine,” he kissed the top of your head. “But first damn thing we’re doin’ when we get where we’re goin’ is finding a safe place with a fuckin’ door.”

He released you for the first time in hours, collecting your clothes - which had thankfully mostly dried by the fire - and handing them to you. You pulled on your shirt and underwear but left your jeans and bra to the side for now, watching as Joel tracked down his own clothes from wherever they’d landed - you hadn’t exactly kept track. Even in the dying light, he was the most gorgeous thing you’d ever seen. You sat up, pulling your knees into your chest, looping your arms around your legs.

“Feel like I can see your wheels turning,” he said, pulling on his boxers and his undershirt.

“Just,” you paused. Talking about your misgivings seemed unfair - especially after everything. “Do we tell her?”

“Don’t know,” he shrugged, sitting beside you. “Doubt she’d care…”

You laughed at that. Joel frowned.

“What?”

“That girl worships the ground you walk on,” you shook your head. “Do you really not see that?”

“I think she tolerates me is what she does,” he said. He looked out the window, lightning illuminating the trees outside. “Should sleep while we can. Lookin’ like we’ll be stuck here at least through tomorrow. Not letting you get the sleeping bags, though.”

You just smiled and shook your head as Joel lay down and he tugged you against him, using his chest for a pillow, his arm pulling you tight to his side.

“Missed you, Baby,” he said quietly as you drifted off.

“Missed you, too.”

“Oh ugh!”

It felt like your eyes had just closed when you woke up to Ellie standing over you, her head cocked, a disgusted look on her face.

The sun had risen but it was still raining, the heavy cadence of the storm still beating down on the windows.

“Morning, Gremlin,” you squinted and tried to blink the sleep from your eyes. You were still against Joel, your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around you while yours was draped over him.

“Please don’t tell me you guys were having sex down here,” she groaned. “There’s only one couch in here, man!”

“I promise that even if we did, it wouldn’t have defiled the couch any more than 20 years of neglect has,” you replied, disentangling yourself from Joel and sitting up. His hand went to your lower back and slipped below your shirt to your skin. You nudged him.

“‘M awake,” he mumbled. “Just not movin’ yet.”

You just smiled and shook your head a little. He still wanted to touch you in the morning. That was a good sign.

“Alright,” you got up, grabbing your jeans as you went. Ellie groaned again. “Oh come on, I know you don’t sleep in your jeans.”

“Yeah, but I’m by myself when I don’t sleep in my jeans,” she stomped off for the kitchen and you followed behind her, going through your pack for food.

You spent the day trying to take advantage of the fact that you weren’t on the road and not trying to fend off a hoard of infected or a pack of raiders.

There was a full set of pots and pans in the kitchen and you set the pots outside in the rain to collect water, warming it on the camp stove before dumping it into the bathtub and doing laundry. You raided the clothes that had been left behind at the cabin, finding things that would at least work to keep you covered for a day.

“You’re sure you’re not just looking for a reason to be half naked around each other again?” Ellie griped.

“Pretty sure,” you said. “We’ve got a long trip ahead of us, wouldn’t you like to start it at least somewhat clean?”

“I’d like Joel to smell better,” she shrugged.

“That’s the spirit,” you smiled a little.

Joel kept a fire going and you hung the clothes out to dry. Once that was done, you went through the house room by room, looking for anything that might be useful. The clothes weren’t in great shape anymore but there were some tampons in one of the bathrooms that were still intact. The kitchen had some canned stuff that would probably be passable - soup, Spaghetti O’s, chili - and you gathered it all on the kitchen table.

“Sweet!” You pulled a sealed bag of marshmallows out of a cabinet and set those aside, too. You wondered if Ellie had ever had one. Probably not.

The cabinets in the living room had the best stuff, though. There were some books, some CDs and board games.

“OK we’re doing this,” you said, grabbing Clue and hauling it to the coffee table. “Come on, guys, we’re playing a game.”

Joel just shrugged, sitting on the floor in his tattered sweats. You’d take that as a win. Ellie just looked at it.

“What is it?” She frowned.

“It’s Clue,” you said, opening the box. The pieces were even still organized. “It’s a murder mystery game, everyone is trying to figure out who killed Mr. Boddy, where they did it and with what weapon. It’s fun.”

“I could get behind some murder,” she sat on the other side of the table from you and Joel.

You set up the game, explaining it to Ellie as you went. Joel kept a hand on you when it wasn’t his turn, touching your leg or your back. It seemed like an unconscious thing, he’d be frowning at his notes with his fingers splayed over your thigh. Like he couldn’t help but touch you.

“Alright,” Joel said after you’d been playing for a bit, each of you collecting evidence. “I accuse… Miss Scarlet in the library with the candlestick.”

“It’s not going to be right,” Ellie sounded very confident as she handed the envelope over to him.

“It’s right,” he said, opening the little envelope and pulling the cards out. He smirked, nodded and lay the cards face up on the board.

“You dick!” Ellie smiled as she said it. “You cheated! There’s no way.”

“Just gotta ask the right questions,” he leaned back against the couch, stretching his legs out below the coffee table, looking proud of himself. “Sorry kid.”

“Rematch,” she said, gathering up the cards. “You’re not putting shit in the envelope this time, though.”

The three of you played another game of Clue (Ellie won, something she was very smug about) and you pulled out Monopoly next before you gathered more rain water, setting it out in the bathroom so you could try to get yourselves somewhat cleaned up while you had the chance.

“So,” Ellie said from beside you on the couch as Joel got cleaned up. “You and him, huh?”

You shrugged.

“Something like that,” you smiled a little in spite of yourself.

“You really care about him,” she said, looking over at you.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

She nodded slowly, looking straight ahead. You frowned.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“Ellie.”

She glanced over at you and sighed.

“You’ll choose him over me,” she said.

“What?” You laughed a little. She stuck her chin out, defiant.

“You will,” she said. “I can tell.”

“Oh honey,” you shook your head. “No. I wouldn’t.”

She didn’t say anything, she just stared at her feet.

“Is that what’s been bothering you?” You asked. She shrugged. “I love Joel. A lot. But it’s… different than how I love you. Because I do love you, kid. And he’d be OK without me. I’m going to take care of you and make sure that you get to where you need to be and I’m going to look out for you when we get there. Because I love you.”

“Yeah?” She looked at you then.

“Yup,” you said.

She smiled a little.

“Feeling a bit better?” You asked.

“Yeah,” she said, looking back toward the fire. “Because really, it’s about fucking time. You two were getting kind of annoying with the whole ‘oh they hate each other’ ‘oh they love each other’ thing. Just kiss already, get it over with.”

When everyone was cleaned up, you roasted stale marshmallows over the fire and Ellie went to bed with a muttered “try not to ruin the couch” on her way up the stairs. She smiled a little as she said it.

“Guess that means the couch is off limits,” Joel said before he kissed you, tugging your clothes off of you and slipping his fingers inside you.

He took you slowly, like you were something worth savoring, kissing your throat and chest, his fingers trailing through your hair. You just looked at each other for a while after, the storm outside seemingly over.

“We’ve got a long way to go yet,” Joel said quietly, his fingers gently running through your hair, tracing along your forehead.

“Mmm.”

“Have you thought…” he paused. “If we can’t find them. What would you want to do.”

You frowned.

“Whatever we need to do to keep Ellie safe,” you said quietly. “She needs someone. She needs us. Whether you realize that yet or not.”

He looked at you for a moment.

“I can keep you both safe,” he said. “We’ll figure it out. Whatever it takes.”

“We’ll figure it out,” you smiled. “I know we will.”

***

Joel already missed the cabin.

For starters, there wasn’t exactly privacy in the woods. Now that he’d had a taste of you again, he wasn’t ready to give it up. Not so soon, at the very least.

He’d been relieved to find that his mind had done a very good job of holding onto you over the years. Sinking into you was glorious in its familiarity, like returning to the place he’d always belonged after too long away. Fuck, why had he gone so damn long without touching you? He couldn’t seem to really remember why anymore.

Yes, he was still scared. Not that you were out of his sight for much right now but the few minutes a day that you were were gnarled with anxiety so thick it made his chest tight. Losing you would still kill him. That hadn’t changed. He just knew now that was always going to be the case, regardless of how close he was to you. You being out of sight, where he couldn’t easily protect you if need be, made him nervous.

It did with the girl, too.

He remembered what you’d said to him, that she worshipped the ground he walked on. He hadn’t seen it before but he noticed now, some of the small things she seemed to do that puzzled him.

She’d ask him questions that seemed so random he didn’t think she could possibly actually want to know the answers, but she did.

“So,” she asked you both, falling into step beside you as you walked down the road the next day. “Food shit, before the outbreak.”

“What about it?” You asked.

“The QZ had places where you went and traded your cards for shit,” she said. “What did your time have?”

“Not that different, really,” Joel shrugged. “A lot more options. Usually fewer people begging for scraps because they haven’t had enough to eat in a month.”

“Why’d you need choices?” She frowned. “Like for different… I don’t know, kinds of soup and shit.”

“People liked different things,” he shrugged. “Whole economy was kind of based on people wanting different kinds of soup and shit.”

“Weird,” she said, that look on her face like she was filing away the information again, a sad version of homesickness for a world she’d never seen.

You’d brought a few decks of cards with you from the cabin, making sure they had all 52 cards before you left the place. The three of you took to playing cards every night when you stopped to rest.

The first game you taught her was rummy but on the third night, when she asked to learn poker, you couldn’t resist.

“Alrighty,” you shuffled the cards, sitting on one side of a log with Joel and Ellie on the other. “Name of the game is Texas Hold ‘Em. Believe it or not, Joel does not have the advantage here just because he’s from Texas. He’s a terrible liar when it comes to cards, trust me I know.”

“Not bad at it,” he grumbled. You smiled a bit. He couldn’t help but smile back. “Just don’t like doin’ it.”

Ellie, as it happened, was a natural at poker. It wasn’t long until she’d cleaned out the small pile of stones and twigs to use for chips.

“So what do I win?” She asked, her eyes bright.

“Bragging rights,” you shrugged. “And dibs on telling Tommy that Joel lost poker to a 14-year-old girl when we get to him.

“I’ll take it!” She smiled at him, proud.

It was surreal, watching you with a kid. You were so tied up with everything bad that had ever happened to him and seeing you with Ellie was a constant reminder of it all. Of the deep, unending ache of the loss of his daughter; a reminder of all that he could fuck up for the two of you now; the almost animalistic drive to protect the two of you, something that went far beyond what his mind wanted to do and instead defaulted to the raw, base need in him. That faint knowledge that it wouldn’t take much involving you - either of you, really - to make him snap and turn into something he wasn’t necessarily proud of.

The three of you had been walking for more than a week when it happened.

“Every now and then, I think of something random from before,” you said, more trudging than really walking by this time of the day. The sun was starting to set. He’d need to find a place for you to camp for the night shortly. “Like elevators. I can’t remember the last time I rode an elevator. I probably never will again. And I can’t remember the last time I rode in one.”

Joel paused, thinking too.

“I’m not sure about me, either,” he replied with a frown.

“Mine was probably with you, actually,” you said, glancing over at him. “We took… we went to the mall that day, when I was visiting? We took the elevator. I don’t think I’ve been in one since.”

“So you guys were together before, too,” Ellie asked, looking over at you.

“For a while,” you shrugged. “Some stuff got in the way.”

“Stupid stuff,” Joel muttered. You smiled a little.

“And then we ended up in the same QZ,” you said.

“Damn,” Ellie said. “You guys were lucky.”

“That we were,” you smiled at Joel and glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. He smiled a little back. He’d fucked it up long enough that it didn’t feel much like luck but he’d take it.

There was only a second of warning before you - walking a little further forward than him or Ellie - suddenly tripped.

For that short moment, time stood still and he couldn’t seem to make himself move. You were on the ground before he could catch you.

He spotted it then, a trip wire running over the road.

Joel grabbed the girl and threw her behind him as he pulled out his weapon, running for you, watching for the tripwire as he went.

“You OK?” He asked, pulling you to your feet.

“Fine,” you said quickly.

“We have to move,” he said. “Get off the main road…”

He didn’t get the chance. Out of the tree line ahead came about a dozen or so men, weapons drawn and leveled at the three of you. Joel tucked you behind him with the girl, his gun still out.

“Don’t want any trouble,” he said quickly. “Just passin’ through.”

“Joel,” the girl hissed from behind him. He glanced back. There were more men there, too. You moved Ellie so she was between you, protecting her from their sight.

“For some reason, I’m doubtin’ that,” a man in front of Joel said. “Been a while since we had visitors. Going to have to insist you come with us.”

With the number of guns pointed at you, Joel wasn’t sure he had a choice.

A/N: OMG thank you all so much for being patient on this chapter! I'd intended to get it up over the weekend but the AU got a bit away from me.

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