#the last time i couldn't stand up or i'd start crying harder was yesterday but boy did i not miss it

[ghostofasecretary]

it's been a while since i've cried hard enough to have a headache but. sure got there today, babes!

[elvendria]

Noticing You - e.m x reader Part Five

TW: Violent and Jealous Eddie, reader has terrible vision, perv!Eddie again (if you squint), creepy guy (OC Character), Dustin being Dustin, reader has tattoos Word Count: 5671

the song is EVERY BREAKING WAVE by U2 but Y/n will pretend it's hers, also just in general listen to the song it's brilliant it makes me cry but in a happy way and it may be stereotypical because I'm Irish but damn U2 are a good band and considering they started up in 1971 I 100% believe Eddie would've listened to them at some point

This is mostly fluff and filler, but it's mostly cute and horny Eddie bits so I guess it's okay

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part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

Sunlight streamed through the windows and woke me up. I had my arms wrapped protectively around Dustin holding him close. These moments used to be commonplace, but nowadays they are few and far between. 

So when they happened, on cold winter nights or anniversaries, I treasured them deeply. Some people find it weird that we don't have a run-of-the-mill brother-sister dynamic, but I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

I looked at the clock across the wall, if we stayed here much longer we'd be late for school. I didn't particularly want to go, but Dustin needed to. Education feeds the minds of the future and all that jazz.

I ruffled his hair and shook him awake, laughing as he rolled over, accidentally falling off the bed. When he stood up he looked annoyed, a small furrow on his brow, which only made me laugh harder. 

"Come on sourpuss, it's time to get up." I grinned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I rolled out of bed, still in my clothes from yesterday. 

Which meant I'd fallen asleep in Eddie's jacket. I hadn't taken it off yesterday. Instinctively I pulled it close to me, breathing in his scent before I realised what I was doing.

Dustin eyed it suspiciously as I let out a yawn, but he didn't say anything. He might not have realised whose jacket it was, but I could tell he had a suspicion and was already trying to put the pieces together. 

Not that there were any pieces to put together.

I pushed Dustin out of my room so I could get ready, closing my door behind him as he left my bedroom and walked into his room. 

Stepping into the shower, I washed with my favourite pomegranate and apple body wash. I let the steam rise and wrap around my body, warming me up. I loved heat and warmth, just anything I could find that would warm me up. Like fuzzy socks and oversized knit sweaters. 

Unfortunately, I can't stay in the cocoon of my shower forever, so I slowly stepped out and wrapped a towel around me, teeth chattering at the sudden coldness. 

Walking from my bathroom into my room, I fumbled around for my glasses. I had terrible eyesight, so even trying to attempt to pick out clothes would be a challenge given that they would all look like shapeless blobs. As I thought back to last night, I let out a loud groan. 

I vaguely remember taking them off as I left the living room yesterday, most likely putting them down on the counter in the hallway. I wandered out into the hall, still wrapped in my towel.

"DUSTIN," I called out, there was no way I was going to be able to find them on my own. I started running my hand along the counters, feeling for my glasses. But no luck. They weren't in my room and they weren't out here. If I couldn't find them, I was going to have to use my contacts, and I only wore them on special occasions.

"BUSY," Dustin yelled from the kitchen. Why was he in the kitchen already? I heard him clattering bowls around the place and went to investigate. Standing in the kitchen doorway, it felt like every muscle in my body ran cold. 

I didn't need 20/20 vision to recognize who was sitting at the breakfast bar, his wild seemingly uncontrollable hair gave that away. I forgot he was picking us up, how could I forget he was picking us up? 

I could feel his eyes on me, another thing I didn't need to see to know. I was very aware of the fact that the towel I'd grabbed to wrap myself up in was very short. it didn't cover much, and I was only about able to get it around my hips, causing a high slit where it only barely covered, but did he have to stare?

"Um," He mumbled. God did he have to speak? Could he not just let the ground swallow me whole instead? "Are you looking for these?" 

He held something out to me, and when I reached forward to grasp it I felt the cool touch of my frames in my hand. Putting them on with one hand, I watched his gaze move along my hair, the wet ends brushing my chest, all the way down to the traces of black ink that I couldn't quite hide with the towel.

"Thanks," I spoke quietly, before walking backwards out of the room. I didn't want to accidentally flash either of them as I made my way to my room to get dressed.

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This morning was not my morning. 

First, I almost flash my brother's friend.

Second, I find out that Tews has slept on my cardigan meaning I had no jacket. I swear to god, one of these days I'm going to stick that stupid cat in the car and drive to a shelter in Missouri just to get rid of it.

And now finally, third. The only clean bra I have remaining is the stupid push-up bra I bought on a whim with no intention of ever wearing. It was white and lacy and Robin had pushed me to buy it one day. It still had the tags on it because once again, I never had any intention of wearing it. 

Well, I guess now I had no choice. I pulled the tags off with my teeth, so now there was officially no going back. I was stuck with this padded monstrosity. 

I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm voluptuous in the chest department, but I'm big enough to have a hint of cleavage if I wore the right underwear. But this goddamn bra was a joke. Although I had to admit when I looked at myself in the mirror I did feel kinda hot.

I pulled on a pastel pink and white striped t-shirt, which was already a bad choice, my cleavage was unconcealable. No matter how I moved the shirt around, my chest still stuck out like a sore thumb. The only other option was braless, but with the breeze outside it was not worth taking the risk.

Pulling on some simple black jeans and tucking my shirt into them, my eyes fell on the leather jacket. I didn't have a coat or jacket right now thanks to the dumb cat, and I'm sure Eddie wouldn't mind if I borrowed it until the end of the day. I'd give it straight back to him the second I could. 

I pulled my checkered slip-on's over my feet. Walking into the kitchen, and grabbed an apple. Walking around I shoved it into my book bag along with a bottle of water.

I could feel his eyes on me, exactly like yesterday. Only when I raised my head to look at him, it was as if a dark cloud had settled over his eyes, almost like they were full of longing or hunger. 

It wasn't uncomfortable that he looked at me like that, in fact, it made my insides churn and I felt the need to clench my legs together. How he looked at me caused something to stir within me, and I wasn't sure what it was yet. All I knew was I could look at the faint smirk that tugged at his lips now and again for a very long time. I wanted to feel how warm his skin was, to trace every line of his tattoos, to run my fingers through his hair.

I wanted to know how his lips felt against mine. 

I didn't like where my thoughts were headed, they were becoming all too romantic, so I coughed to clear my throat. It seemed to snap Eddie to his senses also because soon we were both fumbling with our bags and mumbling good mornings and other simple pleasantries to each other. 

I grappled with my book bag and threw it over my shoulder, standing against the door to hold it open for him and Dustin so that they could get by me to Eddie's van. 

"Ladies first," he said, gesturing for me to go ahead of him, giving me a small and weird little bow. Dustin was already out the door and headed into the front seat of the car. 

I watch his neck as he turned his head, the skin stretching across his muscles, his adam's apple bobbing as he spoke.

"Dustin," called out, "Your sister rides shotgun, you can get in the back."

Turning back to me, he caught me staring at him. He leaned forward and put his hand on the door directly beside my head, keeping it open. He was so close I could feel his body heat radiating off of me, the scent of his cigarettes mixed with a hint of musk lingering in the air. It was intoxicating

"I insist," He said in a low, almost husky voice. He was so close to me now, and I could swear he was moving closer. His eyes flitted down to my lips for a second and I felt my breath hitch in my throat. 

Surely I was imagining all this. 

Surely Eddie Munson was not about to kiss me. 

Surely I was not about to kiss him back.

A loud noise cut through the thick air like a knife, and after a second I realised it was the car horn. Eddie leaned back, not taking his hand off the door, and lowered his head. After releasing a long sigh, he muttered something that sounded like "That fucking kid."

I fell back against the door, turning my head to look at Dustin, who seemed very impatient. Looking back at Eddie, he was still fascinated by the gravel and his shoes. Pushing myself away from the door, he looked up at me. 

"We should probably get going," I mumbled. The part within me that wanted to stay right here with Eddie and never move had a hold on me before, but now it was slipping slowly.

As we walked over to his van, it felt like I had an inner turmoil stuck in my chest, a small war taking place between my rational thoughts of going to school and my stupid ideas of staying in the house all day with Eddie. The part of me that wanted to stay with him and never move had started strong, but it was fighting a losing battle.

My palms were clammy and my thoughts were frazzled as I slipped into his van, thankful that it wasn't the same height as the tow truck. My mind reeled at the memory, of how warm he was and how my skin felt when he moved his fingers across my back.

Buckling myself in, both physically and mentally, I prepared myself for 20 minutes of the beautiful smokey musk aroma, and a head full of unanswered and nonsensical questions.

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We were halfway down the road when I heard the tune in the back of my ear, wiggling its way forward like a worm until it was at the forefront of my brain. The words roosted in my head, and I knew if I didn't write them down now, I'd be tortured by them for the rest of the day. 

I had my book bag on my lap, so maybe if I was discreet I could write them down without either of them seeing anything. Eddie may be easy enough to get around, he might just think it's homework, but Dustin's seen my journal a hundred times. 

He's stolen it more times than I can remember, often teasing me by saying he wanted some light reading. If he even catches a glimpse of it the jig is up. He'll be blabbing about it for the rest of the day, driving me to the brink of insanity. 

Shifting in my seat partially obstructing their view, I pulled out my lilac-covered notebook. It was almost bursting at the seams, full of polaroids and little tidbits that had accumulated over the years. I've had this journal since the summer before freshman year, I take it everywhere with me and Dustin is the only other person who knows about it. 

I played the words over and over again in my head. They bounced around, finding their way within the music. 

Summer, I was fearless Now, I speak into an answer phone

I scribbled down the words, more coming to mind,

Every shipwrecked soul knows what it is To live without intimacy

I was so focused on writing, that I didn't hear or see the little bastard until he had his face beside the headrest and was reading over my shoulder. 

"Whatcha doing?" Dustin asked, elongating his vowels. 

I let out a small scream and jumped in my seat. Eddie hit the brakes at the sudden noise, causing me to jerk forward, my book bag falling to the ground. Dustin was sent flying into the back of my seat, letting out a small groan as he slid to the floor in a series of exaggerated sighs.

Eddie and I looked at each other from the corner of our eyes, and I watch his wide toothy grin spread across his face as Dustin recollected himself and he started driving again.

Turning around to face Dustin, I threw a pen I had in my hand at him. He rubbed the spot where it had hit him square in the forehead. "Hey-" He started as I turned around in my seat.

"So, what was that anyway?" Eddie cut him off. 

I was turning in my seat to shut him up but he spoke before I could stop him.

"Her songbook, she writes songs," Dustin said.

"Dustin," I was angry this time, there was no need to put on a voice. But he didn't get the message, the kid was an annoying chatterbox.

"She scribbles everything in it, like her diary or something." 

"Dustin!" I yell at him. The startled look on his face tells me it was maybe a bit too loud, and a pang of guilt hit me in the chest. But only momentarily. 

"Stop going through my shit." I hissed at him.

"Technically I was reading over your shoulder, I wasn't going through anything." He retorted.

"Technically  I'll put my foot up your ass if you do it again." I threatened. The conversation lulled and I turned to watch Eddie laugh into his hand as he drove. We were five minutes from the school, and I couldn't get there soon enough. Dustin looked at me long and hard for a couple of seconds, his eyes searching for something.

"Hey," He perked up, "Didn't you sleep in that jacket all last night?" 

I turned away from him to hide the growing redness in his cheeks, and as I did I watched as Eddie's eyes widened a fraction, his mouth slightly open and his tongue pressed against his top lip slightly.

That Fucking Kid.

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I decided that band wasn't for me.

I said it to Robin while sitting in class. She gave me a pleading look, almost begging me to reconsider. Eventually, she understood that I wasn't going to change my mind. 

"So what will you do for the first half of lunch? Sit on your own till I show up?" She whispered. Or whatever it is that Robin considers a whisper.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I might,"

"Please god tell me you're not going to sit by yourself in the cafeteria," 

I saw Eddie shift in the seat in front of Robin. I could only partially see his face but I knew he was listening in on our conversation. I could see some doodles he was drawing in the corner of the page instead of taking notes. They weren't half bad. Mostly half-finished sketches of bad guys from dnd I'm guessing, but good nonetheless.

"Look Robin, you already know what I'm gonna do. I'm going to go to the library, hide out there in a corner somewhere until you drag me to go eat," I sighed at her. 

Robin moved slightly in her chair and I heard a small hiss "And uh, is that where you're going to be this afternoon?" She asked, resting her chin in her hand. 

 "Did I not just say-" I was cut off by the bell. What was wrong with her today? Shaking my head, I grabbed my things and went to English. 

I made my way through the crowded hallways clutching my books to my chest, desperately trying to shrink this morning's underwear mishap. But the harder I clutched the books to my chest, the tighter the bra pushed into my skin, resulting in everything being pushed up more. 

Bras are weird as fuck. 

I was sitting in English and caught saw Eddie's friend George blatantly staring at me, practically drooling over his notebook. His stare was putting me on edge, but only partially because of the way he craned his neck to see if he could look further down my shirt.  

His eyes held the same hunger that Eddie's had this morning, the same quick flash of lust that darkened Eddie's eyes. Except George's gaze made me uncomfortable. Eddie's stare made me, well, not. 

It made my insides tense, and my head swelled with daydreams of his calloused fingers and rough hands on my skin. Our fingers interlocked as he looked at me, a small smile on his lips. I picture his hands travelling south, further and further until I had to pinch myself just to focus on the class. 

What was he doing to me? Was this some weird infatuation that I'd suddenly developed? No, because that wouldn't explain the feeling I get when I see him laughing across the cafeteria, when he ties his hair into a low bun, or when he bounces his knee in homeroom. 

It doesn't explain the feeling I get from wearing his jacket, or picturing us at lovers lake, sitting in his van with his arm around me. Whatever this feeling was, it was more than a stupid infatuation. This felt foreign. Different.

I didn't want to like it. I wanted to hate the thoughts I had about him, to the point it made me sick. I didn't want to imagine his lips on mine, or what it would be like if we walked through the halls together with everyone knowing I was his.

I kept my head down and tried my best to ignore George's stare, writing my notes and keeping to myself. If I can keep my focus for the rest of the class, it'll be a start. Small steps. 

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*Eddie POV*

There were numerous times this morning when I could've sworn I'd died. If only for a second. 

The first being when she walked into the kitchen that morning in nothing but a towel. It came to her mid-thigh, and I could've sworn I saw traces of what could be a tattoo on her leg, partially concealed. I handed her her glasses, grateful she couldn't see my shakiness. The wet ends of her hair skimming her chest had left me weak in the knees.

Then later, when she came out of her room wearing my jacket, her top clinging tightly to her chest. I wanted to drag her back into her bedroom, Dustin be damned, and show her exactly what I thought of her in those clothes.  I'd voice my opinion over and over again until the message was clear.

I was in a mental loop of picturing her on my bed, hands cuffed above her, squirming under my touch and begging for more as I dragged my fingers along her skin, listening to that delicious laugh when I grazed her back, and suddenly I wanted to know what other noises she could make. My jeans felt very tight and I manoeuvred myself to hide my growing arousal. 

I caught her stare and felt my chest tighten at the thought of guys looking at her and thinking the same thoughts that I was. The anger I felt towards George in the cafeteria that day started to seep back into my mind and I didn't realise I was staring unblinkingly until she cleared her throat. 

And when we were leaving the house, I wasn't fully convinced that she didn't lean into me this morning. Her lips were so full, and I loved how shocked she was by my hand so close to her face. I tried my best to play it smoothly, but that stupid and adorable kid is skilled in the art of "Ruining the Moment."

I already knew she wrote her own music, thanks to my adept spy skills outside the music room, but I still had to play dumb when Dustin brought it up or else she'd be suspicious. When she out a scream and I hit on the brakes, my first thought was of her, and if she was alright. I could hear Dustin's exaggerated noises in the back, so I knew he was ok at least.

I tried pulling some information from her about the little purple notebook, but Dustin just kept saying whatever he could to annoy her. She looked cute when she got angry, and I tried my best to conceal the laughter that racked through me as they bickered. 

It made me think of my own family. A small bitterness grew in me when I thought of my Dad, and an even bigger sense of sorrow when I thought of my Mom. But they were gone, it was just myself and Wayne now. Alone in that stupid trailer in this stupid town with its stupid people. 

Although, I guess not all of them were stupid. The closer we got to the school, the more I thought about her. About how much I wanted to wrap her in my arms, kiss her in the halls, watch her work when I'm supposed to be working on her car. 

Lastly, what stopped my breath the most for some reason, was when I found out she had slept in my jacket all night. It shouldn't have made me think of her wearing my hellfire shirt to bed as I wrapped a blanket around her sleeping body, kissing her forehead goodnight and pulling her close to my chest. But it did, and suddenly it was all I craved. 

She made me want to do stupid, sappy stuff that I used to laugh at. And Christ, I'd only spoken to her a few times, I shouldn't be needing her the way I did. I shouldn't be needing to feel her warm skin against mine or be getting drunk on how she smelled. I shouldn't be wanting to see her every morning, I barely know her. 

And yet I feel like I've known her forever. 

When she got out of the car I noticed she had dropped her notebook and it slipped under her seat. Reaching down to grab it, I saw the words she had written and I felt a melody come to mind. 

I held onto it and went to my locker, grabbing a pen and writing them down, leaving my initials beside them.

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Sitting in biology class, I couldn't help but listen to her conversation. I absentmindedly drew in the corners of my notebook, something to distract me from turning around and asking her to sit with me- I mean, the whole hellfire club, at lunch. 

I waited to listen to more of their conversation when Robin gave me a not-so-subtle kick when Y/n mentioned that she'd be in the library, causing me to hiss. It took me a second to understand why she did it, and then it suddenly clicked. 

Was she? No, surely not. But why else would she kick me? My head was starting to spin, even though I knew what I was going to do, even before she gave me the signal. 

I grabbed my books as the bell rang, getting ready to head to class and watched her leave the room. I never fully understood the phrase until now, because damn did she look good walking away. Like really good. God, I wish she didn't look as hot as she did. 

She was all I could think about in my classes coming up to lunch. What I'd say to her, how I'd act. It dawned on me that outside of driving her between her home and school, and the few hours at the garage, we never properly talked. Not really. 

The lunch bell rang, and I gathered my stuff before leaving the classroom. I approached the hellfire guys to let them know I wouldn't be with them at lunch. I didn't have to, it was a courtesy. I'm club captain and dungeon master, if I say I won't be there I don't need to explain.

They were all gathered around Gareth's locker, as I made my way over I could hear them talking about some film that Jeff had rented at Family Video, which given his taste in movies, meant it was awful. 

"Hey guys, I won't be at lunch, I've got plans." Keeping it short and sweet, hoping they won't ask questions. But these guys were relentless when it came to talking about the campaign. Anything that interfered with DnD or band practice was deemed inexcusable and unworthy. 

Protests erupted from the group as I shushed them. 

"Is it a deal?" Gareth asked, quietly thank god. I shook my head. 

Dealing was only something I did from time to time to pull in a little extra cash, Rick knew this and didn't push me to sell anything other than weed and the occasional ket. I had a few rules when selling, rules that I wouldn't be swayed from no matter what. 

For dealing ket, I only sold to people a total of 3 times, and never enough to kill you. For weed, I didn't cap how many times you bought it from me, but my prices did vary depending on how much I liked you. For example, if Jason Carver wanted a dime I'd charge him $50, whereas I'd normally sell it for $5. For Y/n? 

Shit, I'd give her a joint just to watch the way the smoke left her lips. The thought of her leaning in close and breathing in my exhaled smoke was sending me into overdrive.

"Well, what is so important then?" George asked. I sighed, turning to walk away when I saw a smirk grow on his face. I looked up to see her walking down the hall, clutching her books to her chest. She was moving fast, but when she looked up and locked eyes with me she slowed down and smiled.

George let out a long wolf whistle, and if Y/n heard it, she didn't turn around. 

I looked at him, as he leaned against the locker on his side. I watched as he checked her out, his eyes skimming every inch of her. It made my blood boil. 

"Damn I bet she looks hot on her back." He smirked. I had to calm myself down because even though I could 100% take George, his nimble and weak frame making it so I could snap him like a twig, I didn't want to be hauled into the principal's office for fighting and end up getting detention. 

"Actually scratch that, she'd look so much hotter on her knees. I bet she's a real freak. All those nerdy chicks are." He moved his hand along his chin, and I knew he was picturing what he'd do to her. All the things that I want to do, but at least I have the courtesy to only say them out loud in the confines of my bedroom.

Fuck detention. 

I grabbed George by his collar and shoved his back into the locker, my arm pressed against his neck as I leaned in.

"If you ever, and I mean ever, talk about her like that, or even think of her like that again, I will break your fucking legs." 

His face went pale and he looked like he was about to defend his actions, his stupid legs kicking aimlessly beneath him. His feet barely touching the ground

"I don't want to hear your pathetic excuse, I just need you to nod your head if you understand me," I say quietly, and I watch as he stutters. "Do you fucking understand me?!" I repeat myself a little louder, shoving him harder into the lockers. 

He nods his head and I back off. The guys give me a weird look as I step away. 

"As I said," I spoke softly, adjusting my jacket, "I've got plans." And I turn on my heel and walk away.

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*Back to Y/n's POV*

Skimming the books in the library, I couldn't find something I wanted to read. Nothing was standing out to me, and surprisingly my one comfort read was checked out. I ran my fingers along the spines when a book fell off the shelf in front of me. 

I picked it up and when I went to put it back on the shelf I saw his brown eyes staring back at me. Naturally, I yelped a little when I saw him, because who the fuck sneaks up on someone in a library and then doesn't say anything. 

He started laughing quietly, and I wanted to reach around and smack him. The annoyance on my face must've amused him because he only began to laugh more, resulting in the librarian shushing him. 

"What Eddie?" I questioned, "Why aren't you at lunch with your friends?" I continued walking along and he did the same on his side.

I could just about make out his smirk through the gap between the books and the shelf. "I wanted to read up about-" He whipped a random book off the shelf in front of him, which happened to be the hobbies and skills section, "Cattle-ranching? What the fuck?" He said quietly. 

I let out a small laugh and his smile grew, prompting him to keep talking. 

"So, older Henderson has a tattoo?" He fiddled with the stupid book in his hands, a smug look on his face. I cringed internally at the memory of this morning but recollected myself just enough to answer him. 

"Older Henderson has three." I grinned, thinking back to when I got my first tattoo. 

"You'll have to show me them sometime."

"I can show you one now, but the others," I said meeting his gaze, "Well I don't think we're close enough for me to show you them." 

"I don't know, I have seen you almost naked and you apparently wear my clothes to bed." That goddamn smirk was going to be the death of me. 

"I-" I didn't have a comeback, Dustin had ruined any chance of plausible deniability on the ride here, "Shut up." He pulled a pouty face as we reached the end of the row of books. 

"So," He said stepping towards me, the scent of cigarettes and sandalwood filling my nose and clouding my judgement. "About that tattoos that I can see?" His voice trailed off as he look down at me. 

After a moment of hesitation,  let out a sigh. "Ok fine, but bare in mind I was 15 for one of them and I did it myself and I thought it looked cool," I said, rolling up my sleeve and taking my brown leather strap bracelet off. Dustin gave it to me as a birthday gift when I turned 16, and I've worn it every day without fail, the fabric becoming cracked and flaky. 

Underneath was a little lighthouse tattoo. Faded in places and had the homemade look, but I liked it. "I mean your tattoos are so much cooler and unique and stuff." 

Before I could comprehend what was happening, he held my wrist in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the ink softly. "It's beautiful," he whispered. 

We stood like that for a moment, sparks shooting out of his fingertips where he touched me. 

I was going to do it, I was going to kiss him. Right now. Any second. His eyes scanned my face and he leaned down to me, placing a hand under my chin to tilt my head up as he rested his forehead against mine. Our lips were less than centimetres away from each other and I could smell the mint on his breath. I could feel the tip of his tongue barely touch me as he wet his lips.

He moved to rest a hand on my cheek when the shrill sound of the lunch bell rang, making us jump apart. His eyes were dark, and I felt a pit of longing growing in my stomach. There was no denying it this time. 

Eddie was going to kiss me. I was going to kiss him back.

We looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, before fumbling with excuses about why we had to leave. I was halfway out the door when he called my name. 

"Y/n, wait up" I turned around to face him as he walked over to me quickly. He placed one hand on the crook of my neck and another on my face as he bent down and placed a small, gentle kiss on my cheek. "I'll meet you outside after school okay?"

"I'll make sure to give you back your jacket," I said quietly, heat spreading across my face. 

"Hold on to it for another little while," He chuckled, "Anyways, it looks better on you than it does on me." 

 God all I wanted to do was kiss him right now. Please god just kiss me already. Please. 

"So," He looked at the ground, shuffling his feet, "I'll see you at 4?"

"Can't wait," I grinned, pushing open the door and mixing with the rest of the students headed to class.

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"Sam?" Paul was, he was in pain. He respect Sam and Emily's privacy, but he needed to talk to Sam now.

Paul wasn't angry, he was in pain. He felt like the world had opened up and swallowed him whole. He ruined his own life, and he didn't know where else to turn.

"Paul?" Sam asked, opening the door. Emily was behind him, face covered in concern.

"I imprinted tonight," Paul said, "but she hates me. She really, really hates me."

"I'm sure it's nothing you can't fix," Sam said, ushering Emily to come closer.

"Sam, I'm not exaggerating, she told me that she hates me. In fact, she should hate me." Paul looked at his feet, but only to try and hide the distress on his face. "If anyone treated her that way I used to, I'd rip them apart."

"Paul," Emily said, reaching out. Paul flinched back.

"I don't deserve your sympathy. I just, I don't know what to do."

"Be patient. Maybe you just have to prove you're a different man now," Emily offered a sad smile, but it was the exact thing Paul didn't want. He shouldn't pitied, he didn't deserve it. He could feel his heart bruise and falter. He broke his own heart and has no clue on how to fix it.

Emily had to go back to sleep, but Sam sat up with Paul for a while longer.

When Paul finally left, it was almost two in the morning. He took off running through the woods, shifting when he knew he was hidden by the tree line. He tried to outrun the heartbreak, but obviously it didn't work.

You were sitting at your desk, staring at your computer. You wanted to work on your writing, but you were so angry at the audacity that Paul had.

You had done everything you could to avoid him the last couple years - and you managed to make it to the first day of summer after graduation. You'd run into him on the beach.

He was just such a jerk, acting like his words had no effect on anyone. Like he could just laugh behind your back and it wouldn't hurt.

But he used to tell people nasty rumours about you. Until nobody really wanted you around them. And then he had to take it that much farther, when you were both fifteen, he took you on a date, acted like he'd changed and grown. And right before he kissed you he said, "I know you fall for it."

That date alone triggered years of trust issues. You'd felt alone ever since.

Back to the beach, he was blocking the trail you needed to head down to get to work on time. You'd hoped that putting your head down and just trying to slide passed would work, but he recognized you. He tried talking to you, but you ignored him.

After taking a couple steps down the path he said, "don't be like that."

This made you look up, astounded that he would even say something like that. Until you finally looked into his eyes, and you recognized how beautiful he was. He also looked stunned, like he'd run into a glass door. He reached out to you, but recoiled, dodging his touch like he was on fire. Somehow, you'd felt even lonelier than ever.

One look at his face and you felt like you were missing something. You tried to keep your cool but you just couldn't. Tears brimmed at your eyes, and his friend Jared Cameron coughed, before walking to the water just to give you two some space.

"Y/N," he said, his voice low and hesitant. Making you panic, thinking he was toying with you again.

"Stay away from me," you warned, taking a defensive step back.

That hit Paul harder in the heart than you would ever know. His soulmate, his imprint, recoiling away from him defensively. He found the person he was supposed to protect, to be needed by, and you couldn't stand the sight of him.

"Just wait a second," he begged, not moving towards you again. He didn't want to scare you.

"I hate you," you whispered, and then louder said it again. And louder again. Until you had screamed it, and the tears had taken over your cheeks. Every time you said it was an arrow to Paul's heart. He nodded, and let you turn around to run off without another word.

You didn't notice him run into the woods, followed by his friend.

You called work saying you had a personal emergency, and then went back home for the night.

Back in the present, you were tearing up at the memory of it. You were sick, you think. Addicted to red flag behaviour because there was no way you were thinking of Paul's hurt face, and feeling bad for causing it. He should feel bad for all the pain he caused.

You looked at the clock, it was almost three in the morning, but you were too caught up in all your feelings to send yourself to bed. You walked to the window, and noticed some kind of animal by the tree line. You lived in the middle of the woods, in an old cabin your grandma used to live in. You moved in when she got sick but never moved out. You liked it. It was cozy. It was private.

Finally relenting, you crawl into bed and did your best to sleep.

The next day, you were walking along the same path on the beach. You offered to cover the shift of the girl who had covered yours at such last minute.

Paul was in the same spot, but alone this time. You tried to walk passed him without acknowledging him, but something stopped you. You didn't want to see him sad again, it hurt you. And it made no sense why, you'd spent two years hating him.

You were only a few steps passed him, so you turned around, gripping the end of your sweater sleeves in each hand.

Paul had his head down, but looked up when he heard you sigh. You were standing in front of him, looking so terrified to speak to him. Paul could've started crying.

"I'm sorry about yelling at you like that yesterday," you said. "I should've just walked away so... sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he said, a flash of excitement crossed his eyes, and you mistook it for something sinister. You tried to remain calm, but you were feeling lightheaded. You just couldn't trust his motives. "I deserved it."

Now that, threw you for a bit of a loop.

Fool me once, you thought.

"I still think we should just keep our distance," you said. "You kind of broke my heart."

"I'm really sorry about that, I was trying to impress the seniors. I was a tool. An idiot."

"Finally we agree on something," you said. He looked at you, and you both let out a small smile. He pushed some sand with his foot. His bashfulness made you want to believe him. "I work just up the hill. You can walk me if you want."

"Can I walk you home when you're done?" he asked, quickly falling in perfect tandem with you.

"No," you said. "But you can walk with me right now."

"I'll take it," he said.

"Why do you want to talk to me anyway? I thought you hated me," you said.

"I could never hate you," he said. "I do hate how I treated you though. Not my finest hour."

"I think your finest hour remains to be seen."

Paul stayed quiet after that. And you were oddly comfortable in the silence. You're not even sure why you invited him to come along, but some sick part of you wanted him to. You wanted to reach out and touch him. His arms just looked so welcoming, and the way he stretched his hand open and shut made you think he wanted the same thing. But you couldn't let him in, not after one day.

"Have a good shift," he said, putting his hands in his pocket.

You smiled at him ,and thanked him for walking you. When you smiled, he smiled. And you caught onto that.

Paul had been standing in the same spot every day to walk you to work. Out of curiosity, on one of your days off, you snuck close to the spot to see if he was there. And he was, leaning against the same railing, in the same spot that he waited for you everyday.

You got comfortable in a cozy little spot in the trees. You wanted to see how long he waited for you. You dozed off before you could get your question answered.

You woke up hours later, when the sun was already setting. You hated walking through the trees in the dark. You started walking on your own, but you had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. So you swallowed your pride and called someone you knew would answer.

Paul was sitting at Sam and Emily's table, enjoying the dinner she made while waiting for his turn to go on patrol. It was Jared and Quil out there now. Paul could hear Seth snoring on the couch, making him laugh. Things that used to annoy him, didn't really seem to annoy him anymore. Not since you started letting him walk you to work. He even got Sam to let him change his patrol times to make sure he could be there every day.

His phone rang, and with a mouthful of food checked the number. He almost chocked on his food when he saw your number. He answered, hitting his chest to dislodge the food.

"Y/N, hi," he said, big grin on his face as he stood up and walked outside. Behind his back, Emily and Sam shared a knowing look, and he leaned in to kiss his wife.

Paul noticed Jared sitting nearby with Kim, and didn't think too much of it with you on the line.

"This may sound stupid," you said, "but can you walk me home? I don't like to go in the dark."

"You never let me walk you home," he said.

"If this is a bad time, it's okay," you said, disappointment clear in your voice.

"No, no... where are you? I'll be right there." He stepped back inside the house to grab his shoes, but the sound of you gasping stalled his movements.

"I'm by our meeting spot," you said. His grin returned when you called it that. "It's so dumb, I wanted to see if you went there when I didn't work and fell asleep."

"You were spying on me?" he asked. You were silent on the other end and he laughed. "I'll be right there."

"Who are you?" you asked.

"Huh?"

He heard you scream, as did Sam and Emily who's cheeky glances turned to concern quickly. "Y/N?" he asked, panicked. He was already running outside, Sam on his heals.

"Jared!" Sam shouted, "Why aren't you on patrol?"

"Seth said he'd do it!" Jared yelled back. Paul dropped his phone, and shifted, running top speeds to where you said you were.

Never in his whole life had he been this scared. He could hear Jared apologizing for the mixup in his thoughts, but Paul didn't really care what he had to say. If you were hurt, Paul would die. Paul would simply die.

He needed you to be there safe.

I knew something was wrong, Embry thought. Paul didn't even see him show up. Sorry I didn't act on it.

Shut the shit up and run, dammit!

When he got to the meeting point, you were gone, but your bag was abandoned nearby. Paul sniffed it, getting your current scent memorized. He took off when he found the trail. He also smelled a retched, filthy bloodsucker. It wasn't one of the Cullens. No, this was different. And it started at the water, that's how it got passed their lines. Not that they had enough people around.

Paul howled, the pain in it was evident for anyone around. It was him saying get here, or suffer the consequences.

I don't smell their blood, Jared thought.

You don't get to talk about them. This anger didn't derive from a bad temper, it was fear. It was just fear talking.

Paul kept running, catching a fork in the scent trails. One way was Quil, Leah and the bloodsucker. And the other was you, all alone. Alone but alive. If he couldn't hear Leah or Quil think, that was a good sign. Meant that they'd changed back, and Leah would never do that unless she killed them.

Go to her, we'll find Leah. Sam nodded at Paul.

You were crying as you ran, clumsy feet stumbling over tree roots and your own blurred vision totally betrayed you. Someone had come out of the water, eyes red like rubies. And they were so pretty that you just had to look at her. Until the showed her teeth, forcing you to flee in fear. She was faster than you, but you think she was playing with you.

And then if that wasn't scary enough, when she was jumping down from a tree to kill you, a wolf jumped from the shadows and grabbed the woman. And it was her turn to flee. Another wolf jumped out, and you were sure you were a goner.

But it just chased after the other two. Leaving you alone and confused.

You stumbled back to your feet, running as fast as you could towards your cabin. You would be safe in there. Maybe. It was the best you could do right now.

You cried harder when you thought you heard more rustling in the trees. You were at your door, struggling to get your keys out and unlock the door. When you did, you slammed it shut and locked it behind you. You dove over the sofa and kept your eyes on the door, as if that's all it took to keep you safe.

Your phone was lost somewhere in the woods, but you could still hear them. Out there. Maybe it wasn't real.

There was a feverish knocking on your door, and you couldn't peel yourself away from the couch.

"Y/N! Are you in there," Paul shouted. Oh my God, thank everything, it's Paul.

"Paul, I'm coming," you struggled, fighting through your tears to answer. It killed him, but he was so happy you were okay.

You opened the door, and cried even harder when you saw his face. You couldn't hate him now, now when he came running for you. He ignored his usual boundaries and pulled you in for a hug. He was so warm wrapped around you. Your arms were still tucked into your chest. And his totally encompassed you.

"Just breath, honey," he said, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You tried to take his advice, but you couldn't focus.

"You came for me."

"I always will, you can always call me. I will always come running," he said. And you believed him.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" you asked, pushing yourself away from him enough to look up at his face. His features were uncharacteristically soft as they looked down at you.

"Of course," he said. He kissed your forehead, and you felt the instinct of pushing him away - but you ignored it this time.

"On the couch," you said.

"Sure, honey." He brushed his hands up and down your biceps, helping you take a few deep breaths. "I'm not going anywhere, don't worry."

"I don't understand what happened," you said, pushing yourself away from him. "She came out of the water, and then she..."

"It's okay," he cooed, "you don't have to say anything."

"And this doesn't change anything," you said. "I trust you with some things but not other things."

"Some things?" he asked, more amused than anything.

"I trust you with my life, not my heart."

"We'll work on it," he said, pulling you in close for another hug.

"Yeah," you agreed. "We'll work on it."

[requested] [part 2?]

I kind of love this?

[sweetteajavi]

Every cry from your lips fueled Javier to go harder, faster, anything to please you. The way you cried you were his shot straight to his heart. Even though he was inside of you, he thought of how sweet sounding it was. You were his. The more he thrusted inside of you, the closer he got to his climax and he could tell you were close too. He went harder, feeling his balls slap against you at the intensity of his thrusts. He leaned over, kissing your head before moving to your ear, biting your earlobe before moving down to your neck. Even though you already had a few marks, he marked you more, leaving your skin an array of colors. His grip around you tightened roughly, feeling like if he didn't hold you harder, you'd fall out of his hold.

Javi didn't have a chance to respond to your declaration, which he wholeheartedly agreed to, as you came on his cock. He felt your walls tighten roughly and he grunted out, leaving kisses on your shoulders, before kissing you, knowing you had another orgasm. He gripped your breast tightly as he thrusted a few more times before cumming inside of you, filling your cunt with his seed. "F-fuck!" He grunted out as he emptied himself inside of you. Javier wanted to drag out every bit of pleasure from your body, dragging his hand down your body, rubbing at your spent clit, feeling as you twitched against him, over spent moans leaving your lips. He panted heavily against you, trying to catch his breath as he kissed you passionately before reluctantly pulling away. He felt you hold onto his arm as he raised an eyebrow but chuckled when you explained yourself. He flexed his arm and fingers in response. "Baby, we gotta go before we get caught. I won't live this one down at the embassy if police come."

Javier smiled at your response, kissing your head lovingly. He smirked at your next words. "Better keep it inside of you cariño." He reached over to grab your chin gently and rolled his eyes playfully as you nipped his finger. He kissed your head a few more times before slowly pulling out of you. He was gentle towards your body. He mentally slapped himself for going hard on you. He knew the next time you slept together, he had to be softer. He sat back, tucking himself back into his pants, fixing his clothes. When he looked over at you, he noticed the way you slumped over in your seat and chuckled. He moved out of the car, noticing that there were still a lot of cars in the lot. He rubbed some of the sweat off of his head before looking back into the car. You had laid over the seats, fast asleep. He watched you for a few seconds, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. He swallowed thickly, wishing the nerves away. He had only felt this way once before but he didn't want to think about it. He moved to the trunk, pulling his jacket out before moving back to you, draping it over your sleeping form. He grabbed your hand gently in his, kissing the back of it as he watched your chest rise and fall with every breath you took. You looked so peaceful in your slumber and he couldn't help his wandering hands as he smoothed a few strands of your hair away from your face, letting his fingers trace the curve of your lips and nose before moving to cup your chin gently. God you were beautiful.

Javier finally relented his need to admire you in your sleep and made his way to the driver's seat. He opened all the windows, letting the air circulate through the car. He knew it was really potent of sex. He didn't mind it but he did use the car regularly for work and he couldn't bring it to work that way. As he drove off of the lot and back towards the city, Javier constantly looked back at you through the rear view mirror, making sure you were well. You were completely passed out and it was humorous to him. You were drooling onto the seat and you were curled into yourself and he found it to be one of the most beautiful views he could ever have. The more he watched you though, the more he realized the seriousness between the two of you. He knew you both needed to have the talk. He needed to tell you, or at least, let you into his past. He wasn't an open person, never was, but he knew with you, he had to at least try. He blamed himself for his other relationships not working. He didn't fully give in like he should. He didn't want to lose you. He had to change. Not just for you but for himself. He found someone who truly made him happy, made him daydream, and he didn't want to lose that. He didn't want to lose you.

Before Javier could realize it, he had parked inside of the parking garage underneath his apartment building. He stared at the steering wheel before letting his eyes flicker over to you in his rearview mirror. He never brought anyone over to his apartment, much less someone he had just started seeing but it felt right. Who was he to question it? He got off of the car and gently scooped you into his arms, carrying you towards the elevator. He rode the elevator quietly, gripping you for dear life. Once the elevator arrived to his floor, he walked towards the end where the door was. Entering the rather plain apartment, he dropped his keys at the front on a side table. He walked towards his bedroom, laying you down gently on his bed. He moved around towards his dresser, dropping his few belongings on it before moving towards his closet, taking off his boots and shirt. He grabbed two clean shirts, dropping them on the bed beside you. He moved to take off your shoes, placing them on the floor. He bit his lip and sighed while his mind ran a thousand thoughts at a time. He didn't want to leave you in your clothes but he felt that maybe he was crossing a line by changing them. Would you be mad waking up in different clothes? Would you be creeped out? He didn't want you to be mad at him but seeing the way your clothes were covered in.. substances, he wanted to at least clean them for you. He figured this was a risk he could take.

Javier moved closer to you, sitting on the edge next to your body as he opened your shirt, pulling it off of you with one hand, the other wrapped tightly around your body so you wouldn't fall. He let his fingers move across the soft expanse of your skin, humming softly. He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder before reaching over and pulling his shirt towards you. Doing everything with one hand proved to be very hard but in the end he was finally able to get the shirt on you and lay you back down on the bed. He reached for your skirt and unzipped it, pulling it down your legs. He bit his lip as he looked away to give you your privacy. He realized he hadn't buttoned the shirt he put on you and he fumbled around, trying to blindly feel for them. He felt his hand go too far and graze your breast and he hissed, pulling his hand back as if it burned him. So much for privacy. He mumbled his quiet apologies as he finally found a button and quickly did it before standing up and looking at you. He smiled softly and moved towards the restroom. He showered and got ready for bed. He slipped on some pajama pants and decided to forgo the shirt. He laid down next to you on the bed, pulling the covers over the both of you. He wrapped his arm around you, holding you close as sleep over took him.

Later on in the night, Javier was woken up by your movement and he groaned when you sat up. "Vente paca y duermete." He mumbled sleepily as he pulled you into him, draping you across his body. He used his other hand to pull your leg across his middle, his hand caressing your thigh as you rested your head on his chest. He hummed his approval, falling asleep seconds later.

The light pouring in from the window stirred Javier awake from his deep slumber. He blinked his eyes awake and he felt a foreign weight against him. He looked down and he felt like all the weight of the world just disappeared as he held you in his arms. He kissed your head gently before slowly moving out of the bed, leaving you to rest. He moved towards his kitchen, yawning as he tried to comb his hair, moving towards the coffee pot. He made coffee as an idea struck him. 30 minutes later, he had breakfast cooking on the stove, eggs, bacon, toast, cut up fruit and pancakes. Anything for his girl. He looked at the time and decided it was a good time to wake you. He grabbed the coffee he had prepared for you, walking into his room as he knocked on the door. He sat next to you on the bed as he chuckled at your sleepy demeanor, handing you the coffee. "You've been really out of it since last night, cariño. Did I really tire you out that much? No te has despertado desde ayer."

Javier smirked at your question and winked before watching you drink your coffee. The way your eyes lit up told him he got it right. "I made you breakfast.. You know, to return the favor for yesterday. I'm no chef but I hope you like it. He noticed that your demeanor changed to a nervous one and he watched you as you finally asked him what had crossed your mind. He sighed his relief as a large smile painted his features. He stopped you in between your ramblings, reaching over to grab your chin gently to get your attention. " Baby, I'd love to. I feel honored that you want me to go." He watched as you jumped excitedly and as you kissed him, he was about to kiss back but you pulled away and he frowned. He rolled his eyes and pulled you back into him, kissing you lovingly as his hands wandered, wanting to feel your skin. He nibbled your lip before you pulled away again. You mentioned how the food might get cold and he chuckled, standing up to walk towards the kitchen. He stopped as you brought up the shirt barely being buttoned and he felt the blush flare from his neck as he rubbed it. He looked at you but didn't say anything as he finally could admire you in his shirt. It barely covered you, your nipples perk underneath and the bottom of his shirt barely covering you, leaving you as a tease to his eyes. His eyes darkened as they rose back to yours, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly. "Sorry bebita." Was all he could muster before clearing his throat, moving back towards the kitchen with you following. "Of course I'd take care of you. You don't have to thank me."

Javier chatised himself for saying it like that but he noticed that you were lost in your own world looking at his apartment and he chuckled, shaking his head. He moved around setting the table with the food and the plates for breakfast. Javier chuckled at your comment as he reached over, pulling you into his lap. He wrapped his arm around your middle, holding you close to him. His hand landed on your abdomen, half of his fingers on top of your shirt, the others inside against your bare skin. He peppered your skin with kisses, nibbling playfully as he tried to unbutton the shirt. He felt you playfully smack his hand. "Pero te ves tan bonita sin ropa nena."

Javier chuckled deeply as he listened to your comment. He grabbed the fork out of your hand, grabbing a few berries and pancakes with it, holding it up to your lips. He waited for you to bite the food before using the same fork to get some for himself, popping it into his mouth. "What are you planning to do now that you're graduating?" He listened attentively to your response. Before he could say anything, you turned in his lap, dragging your fingers through his hair and if this wasn't heaven, god did he not want it to end.

"What about you? Tell me more about you. What don't I know about the most prolific DEA agent in the United States?"

Javier chuckled as he watched you play with his hair. Even though he kept his demeanor nonchalant, he felt a small panic inside. He was already building his walls up and he knew it. He had to be different with you. He willed himself to stop building those walls before taking a deep breath. He rubbed his thumb against your skin on your thigh, taking a second to think about his response. It probably left you feeling nervous. He could feel it in the way you shuffled in his lap. He moved you around so you were now straddling him with your back against the table. He ran his fingers through his hair before moving them to rub his lips, a nervous tick. "There's.. A few things I think you should know."

Javier sighed, trying to think of the best way to say what he needed to. This was too hard and this was why he didn't do it often. "I was engaged, " The bitterness of the word invaded Javier's mouth and he frowned at his disapproval. God, he felt like a loser. "Obviously, it didn't work out for a few reasons and, uh, we still work together. Which reminds me, there's an opening at the embassy in my department for a medical examiner… if you're interested.. " The switch between the topics even surprised himself, as if you were having the most simplest of conversations. He rubbed his hand down his face as he gathered his thoughts, or rather tried. What he said was already monumental progress. He bit his lip nervously as he glanced at you. He hadn't looked at you since he started talking for fear of seeing judgement in your eyes but all he saw was concern and compassion. He swallowed thickly as he tried to say something but for the first time in a long time, he was speechless.

Javier listened to you as you let him know he didn't have to continue and what he said was enough. You noticed how difficult it was for him to even say those three words and that when he was ready, you were there to listen. Javier exhaled softly as he moved forward, leaning his head against your chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you, holding you as tightly as he could. He listened to your heartbeat as he just held you. He felt you run your fingers through his hair again and he grunted his approval, closing his eyes, letting himself get lost in all that was you. He thought of his ex and he felt sick. He squeezed you, almost like a reassurance to himself that his ex was in the past and now he had you. He slowly let go of one of his arms that were around you, moving it between the two of you. He unbuttoned your shirt softly, moving his hand slowly against your abdomen. The shirt fell open slightly only revealing the valley between your breasts. Javi began kissing your skin gently, he needed to feel you. He kissed between your breasts, up towards your neck. He left open mouthed kisses all over your skin until he got to your jaw. He heard you whimper something about needing to buy a graduation dress. "Vamos hoy si quieres.. No trabajo.." He mumbled against your skin. He sat back, and tugged you with him, feeling the way you squeezed your thighs around him.

Javier couldn't take his eyes off of you as he watched the way your lips parted, soft moans leaving them, the way your chest rose and fell with excitement, the way you gripped his shoulder for dear life, he loved all of it. He let his hand roam across your thigh all the way up to your hips, holding you against him as he finally kissed up to your lips. It was a rough and needy kiss, all his unsaid emotions behind his lips. He pulled back when air was something you both needed and he smiled when you rested your forehead on his, the both of you panting as your lips still rubbed together but you weren't kissing. "I'll take you home so you can change and then we can go." Even though you hadn't said anything, he could tell it was what was on your mind. He gripped your right ass cheek tightly in his hand before smacking it playfully. He smiled wide at your reaction, sitting back to watch you turn into a blushing mess and mumbling something needing to shower before leaving. Javier laughed and gave you a sweet kiss to stop you from mumbling.

"You can shower. I washed your clothes. You can have some of my boxers." He wrapped an arm around you as he stood, moving towards his room with you in his arms. He dropped you on his bed as he moved around, handing you your freshly washed clothes and a pair of his underwear as he rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassment flooding his cheeks as he momentarily blushed. "Oh, uh, yeah, sorry about uh, ripping your underwear."

Javier blushed harder as you chatised him, saying he owed you a new pair. "Today, I'll get you a new pair." He chuckled softly before kissing you on the cheek. He listened to you as you asked if you could shower and he showed you the way. Of course, being the beat you were, he watched as you took off his shirt, for the second time, handing it to him before walking into the restroom. Once he heard the lock click on the door, he let out the heavy breath he was holding. He grumbled about how you were such a tease. He dropped the shirt onto his bed before sitting down, brushing his fingers through his hair. He looked down, seeing the evident hard on he had and he groaned. You were going to be the death of him. He waited to hear the noise of the shower turn on before he could even begin to think of how to take care of himself. He knew he could've waited until the end of the day but would he really last that long? He bit his lip as he stared at the bathroom door. He reached underneath his pillow pulling out your torn underwear, playing with it in his fingers. He took a deep breath, moving to get comfortable on the bed as he pulled his pants down, his cock springing free. There was precum leaking from the tip. He grabbed his cock and hissed, feeling sensitive. He closed his eyes and thought of you. 

Javier started to pump his hand up and down his shaft, closing his eyes tightly as he thought of you, murmurs of your name leaving his lips. He grunted out a moan when he rubbed his thumb across his tip, his hips pumping up once as he slowly got a rhythm going. Without even needing to open his eyes, he moved your torn panties into his hands and started to rub his cock with them. He moaned out, so lost in pleasuring himself and thoughts of you underneath him, moaning his name, the way you claimed him. If he thought hard enough, he could feel you dragging your nails against his skin. "Fuck! M-mikayla." He whimpered your name like it was the last thing he'd ever say. He started to pick up the pace of his thrusts, pumping his hand against his shaft, the material of your panties so tantalizing to his pleasure. He was so caught up in his need to pleasure himself he didn't hear the shower stop. All he heard were your moans from the previous nights and the way he chanted your name like a forbidden prayer. 

@javiersprincesa

[werejusttouchingeachother]

Set Me Ablaze

Words: 3643

Genre: smut, slight angst, slight fluff

Pairing: Kai x reader

A/N: Part 2 of Playing With Fire

And happy Birthday, cousin (part 1)

"What--" You blink, gaping at him like a fish. "What the hell are you doing here?" 

Jongin stands at the open door, a bucket hat pulled low over his face that was covered by a mask. You can only see his eyes but it's enough as you demand, "How'd you even find this place?" 

He rolls his eyes. "We may not be in technologically advanced Korea but I can pay someone to find out your friend's flat, Y/N." 

He pushes past you and enters, leaving you to close the door in bafflement. You turn towards him and cross your arms.

"Stop lying," you say, blankly, noticing how he wasn't meeting your gaze, a tell-tale sign. "You know I live here." 

He looks up at you then. "I know. I just said that so you wouldn't freak out and run away again." 

"You lying freaks me out, Jongin," you admit wryly. "Don't lie for my peace of mind. In all our years together, it was the one thing you never did. Don't... don't change that too." 

"Too?" He was silent as he listened but at the last statement, he raises an eyebrow. "So you think I've changed?"

It's your turn to stay silent now. 

Jongin steps forward, eyes trained on you. "How have I changed? In a good way or a bad way?" 

At this, you raise your eyes to glare at him. Your tone is sharp as you snap, "I don't know, Jongin, all we had was a quick fuck and not exactly a heart-to-heart conversation so how the hell should I know about that?" 

A shuffling noise sounds to your left and you turn in that direction to see Sera tossing on your couch where she had passed out last night in a drunken heap.

"We can change that," you hear his voice say softer now, your gaze shifting back to him. Jongin's eyes search your face as he says, "We got the quick fuck out of the way so now let's... have a heart-to-heart." 

"I don't--" You started loudly before stopping and glancing at Sera who whined in her sleep, throwing the blanket over her head. Sighing, you mumbled in exasperation, "I don't have anything to say to you, Jongin. I'm too exhausted to even see you to the door so please just leave." 

You don't wait for a response and turn to head for your bedroom. You push the door open and make a beeline for the bed, climbing on top of the pillows.

"Y/N." 

You look up to see Jongin standing at your door, leaning against the doorframe as his eyes watch you. You curl your legs underneath yourself, tugging on the oversized tee that you were wearing to cover whatever you could although it was pointless--if you pulled anymore, you're sure the material would rip. 

Your eyes absentmindedly rake over Jongin, a similar plain tee hanging over his frame. You couldn't see the bucket hat and mask anywhere and you assumed he'd left it on the table or somewhere else in the living room.  

In all the time that you'd spent together, you'd always loved seeing Jongin's bare no-makeup face. After all the hectic schedules and the few days that you got together--fewer still when you two didn't argue--it was one of your favourite things: to wake up to his sleeping natural face. You'd always felt lucky to be one of the few that got to see it.

And now, after last night, you felt that same feeling as you see him now without all the eyeshadow, lip tint and blemish-free makeup. 

Still so beautiful.

You swallow thickly. "Aren't you going to leave?" 

He crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes at you. "Are you going to leave? Which country will it be this time?" 

You don't say anything, suddenly feeling small at the way he was glaring at you as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt. 

"I hate that you did that," Jongin admits, his voice sounding strained with pain. Your eyes are focused on his as he continues, "It hurt more than anything you ever said to me. I'm not a stalker, Y/N, you don't... you don't have to be afraid of me. I stopped searching for you after the second time, when I ran into you at Thailand and you left that night itself. That wasn't even intentional, by the way. I had a photoshoot and running into you at that market was the last thing on my mind." 

Your eyes blur at his confession and you blink quickly, feeling a lump form in your throat. There was a dull ache in your chest as you imagined all the things that could have run through his mind at your antics. 

"I didn't--" You stop, clearing your throat. "I didn't do it cause I was afraid of you, Jongin. I did it cause I was afraid that I would run back to you. I needed time... and space. It was all I could think of." 

"Besides," you added, glancing at him. "The reason I left that night itself was cause I'd only arrived a few days prior. I hadn't even unpacked yet so it was easier to leave. It's not cause I was that adamant to leave. Or cause I was afraid of you. Or thought you were a stalker." 

The words hang in the air between you two uselessly and you want to say something to make it better but you know there isn't anything much to say. Tears prick at your eyes at the realisation that you had hurt him by running away. You'd never given him an explanation, not when you left your shared apartment nor at Japan or Thailand. As much as it hurt, he deserved at least an explanation. Some form of closure. 

Jongin was watching your face and as if he could read your mind, he asked softly, "Did it help?" 

You blink. "What?" 

"All the running you did. Did it help? Are you happy now?" He hesitated. "Happy over me?" 

Your heart crumbled. You felt your lower lip quiver and Jongin immediately strode forward, grabbing your hands as you tried not to cry.

"No," you choked out, shaking your head as you stared at your joined hands. "I'm not, you idiot. It killed me everytime I saw you plastered across some magazine and billboard but seeing you at the concert last night was hell. I thought it wouldn't hurt but it did and it only got worse after I left the club."

You felt Jongin still at that, his fingers tightening around yours. "So you regret it then?" 

You raise your head to look at him and he prodded, "You regret what happened last night at the club?" 

You sniffled, your voice soft as you reply, "Only cause I had to leave." 

"No one asked you to," he defended. "You didn't have to leave, Y/N." 

You're already shaking your head, starting to say, "You know I had to--" 

"No." His tone is firm and final that it stops the words at your throat as he continues, "No, I don't know if you had to. What I know is that I hated you for leaving. I always imagined you leaving that day, how much you must have despised me that you left me with an empty apartment to come home to, no explanation or even a note. And yesterday, I saw it." 

"Jongin--" 

"I'm not over you, Y/N," he admitted, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I know you're not either. I thought I was fine but when I saw you last night, I wanted you. Not just for a 'quick fuck' either. I need you."

You're already shaking your head. "Jongin, we can't--" 

"I know," he cut you off yet again. "I know I wasn't the perfect boyfriend. I know I hurt you more than I loved you and I want to fix that, Y/N. I'm sorry that I made you run. I know that's on me. I regretted all the words I said, all the things I did and didn't do, all the times I made you cry and I still do." 

His hands clasp yours tightly, long fingers intertwining with yours. 

"Just give us another chance," he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. "We can make this work. I know we can. I can't let you leave again, Y/N. Not without trying, at least." 

"We're too toxic," you breathed out weakly. "We can't keep hurting each other." 

"You only hurt me when you left. You only left when I hurt you. I'm not going to hurt you again." 

"You're like fire, Jongin." You look up at him then, teary eyes meeting his. "I burn when I'm with you and I yearn for you when I'm away. I can't keep doing that to myself."

He's silent as he stares at you. "Give me a chance to make it right and I promise you won't have to burn or yearn for me. I'll be right here."

You feel the tears roll down your cheeks and before they can fall down your face, Jongin's lips are on them, soft feather kisses to wipe away the pain. 

You feel the last of your resolve slip away as your hand reaches up to gingerly touch his cheek, turning his mouth to yours. You can taste your tears on him as he presses his lips to yours, hand snaking to the back of your neck. You grip his sleeve tightly, the light cotton bunching up in your fingers as you sit up on your knees, leaning forward into him and kissing him fervently. You feel your heart swell as if it was your first kiss with him and you realise that in a way, it is--a new beginning.

Jongin takes your shoulders and gently pushes you, making you fall back onto your pillows. You close your eyes and sigh softly as he makes a trail of kisses from your forehead down your nose, to your cheeks and finally your lips. Right as you arch your back to kiss him harder, he pulls away to bury his face in your neck. You moan softly as you feel his mouth suck on the soft flesh under your ear, his circling tongue sending pangs of arousal straight to your throbbing core.

You grab his shoulders and with a burst of strength, roll him off you. Jongin falls back in surprise, eyes wide as you sit up and throw your leg over his waist to straddle him. 

He breathes your name in a soft whisper as you press your chest against his, hands cupping his face. His fingers are gripping your sides, feeling like fire on your bare hips where they've slipped underneath your shirt. 

Your own hands are tugging at his collar and he sits up slightly, helping you yank it off his head. Your eyes immediately fall on the darkening hickeys, scattered across his throat, collar and down to his chest. You raise your hand to it and freeze as he hisses when your nail slightly scrapes over a particularly purplish-looking one right at the crook of his neck. 

"Proud of yourself?" Jongin asks, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

You shake your head, running your fingers over them lightly. "I didn't think they would become this... purple." 

"Well, you weren't exactly gentle last night." 

"Oh shut up, you bruise like a peach." At Jongin's chuckle, you smile before saying honestly, "I'm sorry. You'll probably get into trouble with the staff when they notice it--" 

"Y/N," he shut you up, pressing his lips to yours. You closed your eyes and he grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off your neck. You blink at him as you feel the cool air of your room hit your bare torso. 

"It's fine," he reassured you, kissing you softly. "Mark me as much as you wish cause I'm not going anywhere." 

You loop your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him flush against your chest as you feel his warm skin on yours. He grips the back of your hair tightly and you push him back down on the pillows so that you could lay atop him.

Jongin's fingers grip your hips, your own lightly and teasingly tracing a path down the side of his face to his neck and over his chest. He moans into your mouth, grabbing your hand to stop the torture and you can't help but smile into the kiss as you roll your hips against his, feeling that familiar bulge poke into you. The thin material of your panty sticks to you as you grind harder against him, greedily wanting more. 

Jongin's hands fly back up to your hips and in a second, he has you rolled back on the bed until you're up against the headboard and he is kneeling in between your spread thighs. 

"I think that's enough teasing for now, babe," he said, dropping his head to your neck, licking up to your ear. You grip his arms and arch your back into him, throwing your head back against the headboard to grant him more access. You close your eyes, moaning as you feel his fingers tweak your nipple, rolling the bud in between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand slips under the side of your panty, curling his finger around it as he slowly drags it down your thighs. 

Your hands wrap around the back of his head as his lips latch onto your breast, his wet tongue and warm mouth making you a writhing mess under him. You don't realise you'd moaned out 'Kai' until you feel him smirk against your chest, raising his head to you. 

"I love that you still switch to Kai when we're having sex," he murmurs, kissing your chin. 

You grip his purple locks tightly in your fingers as you kiss him. 

"You know its cause you get the same look that you do when you're performing," you mutter against his lips as your hands move down his chest to the waistband of his shorts, already unbuttoning and yanking down the zipper. 

Jongin starts moving his head lower, his lips at your navel now and you grab his face, shaking your head at him. 

"Not now," you say, kissing his nose. "Later." 

"Impatient, are we?" 

"Jongin, I swear--" 

He chuckles, finally taking off the panty from around your ankles and flinging it across the room along with his shorts. He kisses you deeply then and you sink back into the pillows, feeling him poke at your entrance, no more barriers this time. 

You moan softly, spreading your legs wider around his hips and he groans as he slides easily into you.

"God, baby, you're so wet for me," he breathes, his lips near your ear as you feel him stretch you out. 

A soft breath escapes your mouth and you place your hands on his back, rolling your hips into him as he fills you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you use your feet to pull him into you as close as possible, wanting to feel every single inch.

"Fuck, I love it when you do that," Jongin groaned as you clench around him, hot breath hitting your neck. "Fuck, babe, Y/N." 

Your name leaves his mouth in a draggy moan that makes your stomach twist in an all-too familiar way. You raise your one hand to the back of his head, holding it in place as you kiss his ear. 

Your hips move with his, both of your bodies connected in a way that you didn't know where he started and where you ended. You could feel the sweat on your back as his warmth smothered you but you didn't care--you loved how your body was burning underneath him, how his scent that you'd missed so much was engulfing your senses, how his purple hair brushed your face, sweat dripping down the bridge of his nose onto your face, plush lips meeting yours occasionally as he thrusts into you. 

He may be fire but right now, he was setting you ablaze. 

And you loved it. 

Jongin moves his hands from your sides and places them on either side of your head. Your eyes are hazy as you watch him hold himself above you, hips thrusting into you deeply. 

You maintain the eye-contact as you arch your back, pressing your breasts to him and gripping his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin while you roll your hips into him, meeting each of his thrusts with your own. 

Hr groans again as your bodies move together like a perfectly synchronised dance and you hear his breaths get shorter, your heart pounding dully in your ears as the sound of skin slapping and moans echo around you. 

With nails that are certainly leaving crescent-shaped marks into his skin, you close your eyes as you feel him thrusting faster and harder. You hear the sound of the headboard banging against the wall echo as he pounds into you and he latches his lips onto your throat when you clench around him. 

Jongin's hips stutter against yours, and you moan aloud, eyes snapping open as your head spins with the orgasm that crashes over your body. Your legs are numb around him and he thrusts twice more before you feel him flood inside you, coating your walls with his warmth.

You fall back on the bed, Jongin collapsing on top of you, hand finding yours and intertwining with your fingers. Sweat sticks to both your bodies and as he shifts, you feel the cum seep out, dripping down your slit onto the sheets. 

"Y/N," he breathes your name in the softest whisper as if he doesn't want even the air around you to be disturbed. 

You hum in response, feeling it reverberate between your chests pressed together and its only then that you realise your hearts are probably pounding against each other's. 

It makes you smile but not as much as what Jongin says next,

"I'm sorry for burning you. I promise you that the only time I'll set you on fire is when we do what we just did." 

You start giggling then, unable to control it and he raises his head to grin cheekily at you. 

"I'm serious, though," he mutters, booping your nose cutely with his. "I'm sorry. I won't burn you anymore. I'll make it right this time, I'll burn you with only my love." 

"Shut up," you laugh again, shaking your head at him fondly. You trace his lips with your forefinger and he kisses it gently, his eyes shining with a silent sincere apology underneath the jokes.

And in that moment, you know that it'll be okay even if it didn't turn out well. Because with Jongin's subtle confession, you knew that you wouldn't go anywhere. 

Not without giving this a second chance. 

Because he was a fire that you couldn't help being drawn to. A fire that you loved. 

And this time, like he said, you'd try to make it right. 

You smile and open your mouth to respond when you suddenly hear the familiar sound of a doorknob turning. 

Your eyes shoot wide open and your hand reaches out, grabbing the covers just in time to throw it over the both of you as Sera pokes her head in. 

"Okay, I don't remember a lot of last night," she announces, walking in and holding her hand to her head. "But I do remember you going missing and a few bits and pieces of us getting home but--" 

She stops talking when she's right at the foot of the bed, her eyes trained on Jongin who's staring at her. 

Sera blinks once, twice and laughs, "Wow, what the fuck did I drink last night, I'm clearly still drunk, haha--" 

She cuts herself off by slapping her own face and Jongin takes this moment to roll off of you onto the side, pulling the covers over his head. 

Sera watches in silence, eyes wide as she gawks at you. 

"Was that--?" she stops, blinking. "Did you just fuck Kai? EXO's Kai? Kim fucking Jong--" 

"I'll explain later," you reassure her, holding the covers to your chest as you plead with your eyes. "Just please leave for now, I swear I'll tell you everything."

Sera hesitates before nodding in a daze and turns, retreating to the door. You wait with bated breath and its only when the door closes that you turn to Jongin still hiding beneath the covers. 

You yank the sheet down from his face, rolling your eyes. "You can come out n--"

"Hey!" 

You whip around as Sera pokes her head inside.

"We've established that you just slept with EXO's Kai," she announces chirpily, smiling widely at Jongin who is frozen beside you. "I have just one question for you: is Baekhyun single?" 

Jongin blinks. "Um. As of for now, yes." 

"Fantastic," she comments, grinning. "I'll leave now. You kids can get dressed and then we can discuss my date with Baekhyun that you two are going to help set up if you want me to be quiet about this after some coffee and breakfast, all right? Don't take too long!" 

She closes the door again, and Jongin turns to you with a fearful expression.

You shake your head, laughing. "She's just joking, she's my best friend. Don't worry about it. She loves Baek, is all." 

"He'll kill me if she's a crazy fan or something." 

"Nah, she's great. They'd be cute together." 

"They better be or I'll tell him you're responsible," he grumbles as he starts to get up. 

You laugh and just like that, you feel as if the entire world has been reset, Jongin back at your side and you by his. 

It's a new beginning.

And you wouldn't burn out this time. 

[insensitivesurgeon7]

Original strange story

‹ Always with me ›

❤️Woman/Womаn❤️

Valeria/Emilia

rating: PG-13

genres: drama, romance

warnings: ER, POV, death of the main character, non-linear narrative

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— How far can you go?

— Well, at least smile at me, at such an important moment.

— Look, you're glowing!I don't know what it is, but it definitely suits you.Always be like this.

The performances of the terrible! The audience is not interested in this at all, on the contrary, they look at me with horror and disgust, turn pale and burst into screams at what is happening on the stage. Insultingly. Am I making such an effort for such uneducated trash? No one appreciates my efforts, no one except...

Emiliа.

She never missed a single performance of mine, never took her burning eyes off the stage, and looked right into my soul. A bright ray stood out in the crowd of gray and gloomy gentlemen, almost jumping out of the chair in the first row and breaking her voice in one and the same phrase: "encore!"

— And now, ladies and gentlemen, the real horror of this neighborhood will be on the scene. Many lost their minds just seeing it!

The audience was simply dumbfounded, not knowing what else to expect this evening. Some covered themselves with their hands, and others wrapped themselves in their clothes, so as not to see even greater horrors. But that's what they came for, isn't it? So why are sobs and angry exclamations heard instead of cheers?

But only the tiny girl in the front row was waiting with lively interest for the miracle I had prepared especially for her. I removed the fake smile from my face and put on a genuine, real one that was meant only for her.

It's strange, but I don't remember what happened after the intermission. Right now, I'm standing at the door of the dressing room, not understanding how I got here. There was no memory of me going up to my room. Only the people actively moving towards the exit; the head of that old lady with wide eyes, which I held so carefully in my hands; the floorboards stained with dirty blood; the bright image of Emilia…

Still, I burst into the dressing room with a cry of joy, plopping down in an old ragged chair with gold upholstery on the uneven edges. I couldn't help but laugh out loud, throwing my head back. Why was I having so much fun? I suppose I was amused by the ladies, who were as pale as toadstools, who threw up their hands in fright, and who, forgetting their proprieties, screamed like slaughtered pigs. But the laughter didn't last long. I stopped abruptly and looked at the floor mirrors. I liked the reflection: my glasses had slid sideways; my hair, which had been so neatly arranged a few hours ago, was completely disheveled; my shirt was soaked with the blood of the old lady who had been so impudent.

I grinned even harder, my uneven smile with crooked teeth looking creepy, and my gaze, wild and triumphant, lingered in the background. A skeleton in a worn maroon dress and a dark wig with dirty patches.

— How do I look? — Emilia was busy twirling around the mirror, looking at herself from different angles. The full silk dress suited her immensely, and the hem of it rose above the tiled floor as she danced, exposing her pale little legs. She looked like a fragile butterfly whose wings were scorched by a scarlet flame.

— Honey, you look beautiful! — There was no lie in what I said, I really thought she looked amazing. Although in fact, it always looks like this.

— Oh, dear, are you here yet? How did you manage to get here before me?

I got up and went to my beloved, kneeling across from her and taking the leather-gloved hand in my palm, gently stroking the uneven surface with my fingers and gazing in awe at the empty eye sockets.

— Emilia, how do you like my performance? Did you like it? I tried my best, really! — She didn't say anything, just tilted her head, and the wig slid to the right. — Why aren't you talking? Did I do something wrong? I thought I had prepared only the best…

She doesn't answer, why? Did she enjoy it so much that she was speechless? Or is it so bad that she won't talk to me? But wait…

My head is full of holes. How could I forget our anniversary? I slapped my hand against my forehead, looking down guiltily. — Now you must be offended with me." You know what, let me fix it! I'll have a small dinner for the two of us, with your favorite music playing. Just give me some time, okay? — I looked at Emilia with pleading eyes, and I thought she was breaking down a little, but she nodded slightly. Or was it my imagination? .No.

— How soon? — Emilia tapped her heel impatiently, fidgeting with the bandage.

I untied the tight knot of the ribbon, and Emilia closed her eyes for a moment, shielding her hand from the bright light. At the same moment, her eyes widened at what she saw.

— You… Did you do all this? — she gazed with fascination at the ornate gazebo I'd been working on day and night for so long, given its taste. She always wanted a gazebo on this hill next to the twin oaks, and with a view of the cemetery.

— Do you like? - the smile did not leave my face, the pleasant surprise in Emilia's eyes made me happy. She didn't say anything, just came over and hugged me tightly, murmuring her thanks in a low voice. It was an important gift for her. I never understood why she wanted it so much, she only spoke in vague riddles that I never understood.

I stroked her hair, lifted her in my arms, and sat her down in the big chair, getting as close to her face as I could, feeling her hot breath and the tips of her dark brown hair tickling my cheeks.

— We have the whole night at our disposal... — My voice became eerily low, piercing the silence of the night. In an instant, the reddened Emilia smiled at the corners of her mouth, enticing me into a kiss with her soft pink lips…

The air was cool, and it enveloped my legs and crawled slowly down my back, penetrating my sensitive areas, feverishly tickling my skin. All life seemed to have died out: there was no sound of the confused rustle of leaves that sometimes fell to the ground, no cry of night birds that suddenly appeared from behind the trees, and even the old guard singing sailor songs, even he seemed to be gone.

But to be honest, I didn't care at all. But worried whether it Emiliа?

— The sky is unusually clear today, and the stars seem to Shine brighter today. — Trying to start a conversation and filling the glasses with sweet wine, I took a small SIP, watching the behavior of my beloved. Who behaved... in no way. Her skeleton was leaning back against the carved back of a chair, and her wonderfully shaped skull was hidden behind the remnants of artificial hair. She sat at a little distance from me and looked like a statue ready to shatter at any moment.

There was no response, and the silence was annoying.

I couldn't help laughing as I fiddled with the crystal glass filled with sparkling cherry liquid: too much resemblance to the blood of Emilia. So sweet, with a metallic taste, I remember there was a lot of it…

— Your death pleases me, because now we can always be together! Isn't that great?!

In my arms rested a cooling, lifeless body, dripping blood and staining everything possible. Her eyes were glassy, and there was a pain in them that pleased me so much. Still, I was a little disappointed.

— You promised to die with a smile on your face and a ringing laugh, welcoming a new world for yourself with open arms, so why did you scream and struggle, showering me with curses and bitter tears?

It was as if I felt my beloved's gaze on me, the emptiness of her once-bright brown eyes tearing at my soul, making me shudder with unpleasant memories. She still hasn't said a word. I was beginning to worry about it.

— Oh, honey, are you still mad?I have forgiven you for your incomprehensible affair, so be consistent. — the corners of his mouth twitched convulsively, the glass swayed in a trembling hand, and a scarlet drop fell on the snowy tablecloth, spreading across the rough patterns.

— Stop following me! I told you everything yesterday! We are no more!

— You seem to have forgotten something, my dear — there was a short click, and the revolver in my hand was aimed at a tall, slender young man with large blue eyes.

- No!..

Suppressing a sudden surge of anger, I tried to smile amiably, but I could feel my face shuddering, contorting into a terrible grimace.

— Why are you silent? We see each other so rarely, and the luxury we are allowed now will not come for a long time. So why don't you use it? — She didn't even look at me. What am I talking about, she didn't even touch the holiday table!

— Please say a word! Is that so much to ask?! — My left eye twitched nervously, the first tears came to the corners, and my voice trembled treacherously. I didn't like it, but Emilia seemed to enjoy it. Why do I hear her low, angry laugh?!

I swallowed hard and tried to keep my composure, but it didn't work. I stood up and walked resolutely toward Emilia, hovering over her skeleton, which seemed to me to have shrunk in size. Hot tears ran down my cheeks and into my mouth, and my chest ached, and my laughter was unhealthy.

— Y-You... you like hurting me, don't you? — choking back tears and laughing hysterically, I barely managed a few more words. — Answer me! — I must have looked pathetic from the outside.

No attention, but there was a mocking look directed at me, at my hands, or rather at my prosthetics.

— Are you so concerned that you cut off your own hands?!

— Answer me, you insensitive bitch!— I took her chin in my hand and looked into her empty eye sockets. Oh, my dear, where is your charming gaze? What happened to your velvety voice that soothed me in the evenings? And your delicate skin, pale and sore, where did it go, do you want to tell me?

It was very painful. Very. I've never felt such pain in my life. I couldn't see much because of the tears, and the bubbling, broken laughter tore at my chest.

Something cold touched my face, wiping away tears. These were the knuckles of Emilia's fingers, painfully prickling at the corners of my reddened, I'm sure, eyes. My hand held tight to the radius of my beloved, as if afraid to lose it again, afraid to let go, and the brush of a somewhat yellowed bone soothed my cheeks, and I felt a little relieved.

— Forgive me… Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... — I whispered endlessly, burying my face in the crumpled fabric somewhere in the area of my collarbone, my free hand clutching the fragile piece of bone.

— It's our holiday, isn't it? — I looked at Emilia's face with genuine love as I got up from my knees. — We haven't lost anything yet, so let's dedicate ourselves to each other under these sparkling stars!

— This is my favorite artist playing! Lehr, let's dance!

Everyone was looking at us that night.

Light jazz began to play, and Emilia's favorite tune turned on. You could see that she brightened and seemed to straighten up. I asked her to dance by pulling on me, and she plopped her skull on my neck, and I just giggled. She's funny. Trying to keep my balance, I put one hand on her waist and the other connected with the bone of her wrist, and she bent over and looked at me. I could see her confusion.

We began to circle slowly to the music, keeping our eyes on each other. Even though Emilia no longer had them, I still knew that she was looking at me, and only at me.

— You will always be with me.

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[dakotablackwood]

Silence [Pt. 2]

Part 1, Part 2

Warnings: Unsympathetic Virgil, deception, manipulation, physical pain, bottled feelings, disguised violent threat, murder mention/joke, cursing, insults, hatred, Phonophobia [Fear of loud noises]

Ships: Loceit??? Who knows??? DLMP, other ships TBD

Prologue: It all got to be too much for Deceit sometimes. He's a flawed side, defective, useless. He isn't supposed to have these fears. He isn't supposed to flinch every time he drops something. He isn't supposed to have a panic attack when the dryer at a fast food restaurant is just a little bit too loud. It only gets worse when Virgil decides to mess with him. He thought Virgil would get better after being with the light sides. He didn't think Virgil would do anything to harm him. He couldn't hate Deceit so much that he'd hurt him, right?

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When he woke up, he almost thought it was all a dream. Well, he hoped it was. As distinct hushed whispers came into focus, he knew it wasn't. If that wasn't enough, the texture of his bed felt….wrong. He didn't want to move, he didn't want to open his eyes, he didn't want to do anything to give the impression he was awake. It made him sick just thinking about the look on their faces. He'd honestly rather spontaneously combust than have to deal with their hatred. They probably thought it was a joke, some tactic to gain their trust. That would be fine, at least they would leave it as that. Maybe it would be better that way. 

Suddenly, a specific comment caught his attention. It was quiet, and he seemed to be the only one who heard it.

"You always screw things up, don't you?" 

Deceit's eyes flew open, and he was sitting up in just a few seconds. He regretted it immediately. Not only had he caught the others' attention, but he was now dizzy with how fast he'd gotten up. His mind blurred and his vision gave out. His body started to sway while he held his head, waiting for it all to stop. 

A hand settled firmly on his upper arm. He couldn't comprehend it until a few seconds later, but when he did, he noticed that it hurt. It burned, really. As the dizziness subsided, he was able to look up and see Virgil, Logan, Patton, and Roman all standing over him. All he could focus on, though, was Virgil's hand over his arm, barely even touching him. 

Deceit had fallen back, landing on his pillow at some point in his dizziness. He hadn't felt it at all, which was weird, but then again he was really dizzy. Normally, he would've cared about the fact that he wasn't in his own room. He would've been appreciative of the attention he was getting, if it weren't for the searing pain of Virgil's hand on his arm. He was so confused. 'How is he doing that? What did I do? What is happening?'

The pain made him bite his tongue, flinching and moving around uncomfortably. 

He opened his mouth to speak, and as soon as he did, Virgil pulled his hand from his arm. Deceit gloved hand went to rub his skin where the side had touched him, "Why- how did you do that?"

Virgil mocked confusion, as if he wasn't speaking to the master of deception, "What do you mean, snake face? Are you already trying to mess with us?" He glared, but to Deceit, it meant 'shut up, no one will believe you'.

Deceit just rolled his eyes, not wanting to play these games. All he wanted was to know why he wasn't in his room anymore and how the hell he got here. He looked at the others, scanning each of their faces. Patton's was concerned, ever loving and caring. Roman's expression displayed uncertainty. Logan's was calm, but his eyes. His eyes showed concern. Genuine concern. 

One of the things Deceit can do is see true emotion through people's eyes. He was able to see how someone truly felt, if they showed it or not.

Even so, he thought even the others could see Logan's emotions if they tried. They were always so strong, but somehow, the others never saw them. They never saw how truly emotional Logan is. It seemed so obvious to Deceit, but the other seemed to have his emotions so covered up that the others just didn't quite notice it. It was so confusing to Deceit. How did they not see it?! He was upset and almost crying, how did no one notice?

It always baffled him how the others could be so smart, so attached to each other, and yet they couldn't notice things like Logan's body stiffening (hurt, upset, angry) or him going silent (ignored, surprised). Deceit noticed these things, yes, but Logan's eyes broke every little external wall he put up for himself. He could have a cold hard expression, but be incredibly hurt or excited. 

He quickly snapped back to life when he heard Patton's voice suddenly, "Deceit, are you….are you okay? Yesterday was rough for you, I imagine." He chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Deceit's eyes were still just slightly red from crying, and he could feel the dried tears on his face. He remembered every detail of last night and flinched, "Perfectly fine, Patton. I've been fine, last night was nothing. It was simply a burst of emotion that I obviously couldn't handle. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave before you all start hating me again. I'd rather not be here for that part." As he stood, he finally took a look at the room he was in. Obviously Patton's, with blue walls decorated with rainbows, kittens, dogs, stars, and every other happy thing you can think of. There was a wall of pictures and memories from Thomas' past. They showcased big accomplishments in their host's life, like when Thomas got an award and when he got the lead role in a school play. 

The room was bright and happy, everything in it was something from Thomas' past that held value. 

Patton's room and Deceit's were very very different in that aspect, despite having the same layout.

Speaking of Patton, the side frowned when he went to leave, "Wait, ki- Deceit!"

At the mention of his 'name', the deceptive side turned to look at the bubbly dad. It didn't hurt that he didn't call him 'kiddo', it didn't, it didn't, it didn't, he wasn't a kid why would it hurt- "Yes, oh so loveable Morality?"

Patton crossed his arms, "Please tell us why you were so upset. We've never seen you cry before, we're just concerned."

He didn't know what bothered him so much about that little statement, but Deceit just hissed in annoyance, "Concerned? Really? Don't even try with that. I don't do anything that important, now go do your job and stop lying to a liar. Honestly Morality, you could've called me stupid to my face and it would've been less insulting." He could taste the lie on his tongue. It was a nice, rich honey-like substance. If it wasn't for the blatant, hurtful lie he would've appreciated the taste. He craves it, and this would've been a victory if it weren't for the pain that came with it. 

"Well, I care king cobra!" Roman said defensively, "I mean, come on! We're not part of a mean person, we can't completely hate you! Have a little faith in us man, we're not that terrible." The prince huffed, looking to the side like an insulted teenager. 

"Yeah, we're not going to like….kill you or anything." Virgil 'agreed', and somehow, no one noticed the sarcasm except Deceit. 

This just made the snake faced side uncomfortable. The way the other's eyes darkened, how Virgil's smirk looked sinister to only him. It all just made him want to throw up.

"Right, well, I'm going to be in my room. While I'm there, try to keep it down for me." Deceit asked casually before sinking out. He didn't feel comfortable anymore, and he didn't need to deal with this right now. As soon as he made it to his room, he groaned and went to go look for his hat.

Now, any other side/person would've thought Deceit's request probably had nothing to do with the reason he was distressed the previous night. However, that little statement had confirmed everything that Logan had hypothesized already. He knew why he was crying, and he knew exactly what that meant. Was he going to tell the others? No.

Now you might be thinking "why not?"

Because, put simply, the others had had enough of his explanations, lectures, and definitions. He didn't think they would understand or care about what it meant either. They would lose interest, ignore him, dismiss his information as invalid.

He really did care about Deceit. He knows more about Deceit than Deceit even knows he knows about. He knows Deceit knows more about him, too. Does he care? No. He actually quite likes how someone can see past his hard exterior. 

Yes, it was hard to be the logical side. It would be harder to do his job, though, if the others hated him. Which was why he felt kind of bad for Deceit in a way. While filming SvS, he had to step in and stop the other. Not because he wanted to be rude- despite how rude it might've came off as to Deceit- but because he knew the others wouldn't listen. He knew the snake side wasn't going to get anywhere, and it was better if it was stopped before the deceptive side felt just as bad as he did when he himself was ignored. It wasn't worth it to keep going, because it would only hurt worse the longer it went on.

He made a mental note to keep the noise level to a minimum.

After a few minutes of silence, he decided enough was enough and that they were wasting time, "We all need to resume our individual work elsewhere. We are not accomplishing anything standing here except for 'effectively' wasting valuable time. If we are done here, we should disperse, as I believe we cannot properly do our part in helping Thomas without moving from this specific spot. I will leave now, and I expect everyone else, excluding Patton, to do the same. This is Patton's room, obviously, so technically he's where he needs to be. Apart from him-" He was cut off by a groan from Roman.

"Alright, alright we get it! We're leaving!" Roman said before sinking out with raised hands.

Virgil just shrugged, leaving silently with a peace sign.

After the last of the two left, Logan sighed and finally sunk out. 

Back in Deceit's room, panic was starting to rise as he searched everywhere for his hat. He just couldn't find it, and he didn't have another one. He was hyperventilating as he checked the floor for the twelfth time, sweaty with fear. It had to be there. It HAD to be there. As he searched, he felt more and more vulnerable and defenseless without his hat. He was searching for hours, having destroyed his room in the process. He was crying again by the end of it, on his knees in the middle of the room. His hair was messed up, his makeup even more messed up than before. He wanted his hat so badly, it was childish. It was so so childish but he NEEDED it. It was his hat for god sake. It was one of the only things that gave him comfort, the only thing beside it being his gloves. He felt stupid, but he also felt so….exposed without that damn hat. Burn anything in his room, sure, he didn't care. The only things he ever cared about was his hat and gloves, so be it if everything else is gone. He was so annoyed, upset, anxious. All he wanted was his hat, was that too much to ask?

Back in Virgil's room, tucked discreetly into a drawer and covered by clothes, was a little black hat. Inside, hidden from the eyes of everyone, was a little embroidery of a two headed snake.

[another-blog-bites-the-dust]

Queen of hearts.

Summary: Being tied to the mob was hard...loving someone who was on a side you were fighting against made it even harder.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood, angst

A/N: Sorry it's a little late!! I've been so busy over the last week that I never had the chance to edit this part until yesterday! 😫 Anywhoooo I hope you enjoy this final part! I loved this little series! And thank you all again for your lovely comments and your patience! 💖

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Part 4.

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Your eyes squinted as they adjusted to the light. You were sitting propped up against the wall and it felt as if your head was being kicked around like a ball the pulsating pain was so unbearable. You placed your hand on your forehead and tried to run away the pain before someone shouted at you.

"Where is he?"

Your eyebrows furrowed together "What?" You croaked and rubbed your eyes while groaning. When you fully opened them you saw Brian's dad in front of you, burning his eyes into you with cheeks flushed with anger.

"Where's Brian?!" He screamed in your face and you flinched slightly, trying to move back and desperately hoping the wall would move. "What have you and your father done with him?"

"Mr May...I don't know what you're talking about..." your words trembled out your mouth and tears stung your eyes. "Brian...he was supposed to meet me..." you eyes shut over and you took a deep, shaky breath. "T-the hotel..."

"Was that the plan? Ambush him or something?" Harold sneered.

"What are you talking about? It was his idea to leave!" You cried, tears now falling from your eyes like rain. You eventually took in your surroundings, it looked like some sort of warehouse.

"Leave?" His face was riddled with confusion "What do you mean leave?"

You loudly sniffled "He said we could run away..." you whispered "Start a new life together." He took out his phone and showed you a simple message. But it was one that sent a chill down your spine.

Unknown: They have him.

"Explain this then." Harold was almost growling and waited for an explanation.

You frantically shook your head "No! No I'd never let Brian get hurt! Never!" You yelled, suddenly becoming furious at the thought "I love him!" Thanks to your passionate yells, you had unintentionally confessed your feelings to his father. Harold's eyebrows softened and it almost looked liked he believed you. Almost.

"Sir," you both looked over and saw Roger there "Still no sign or word from Brian. Freddie is in the east end checking, John is in the west."

"I would never let my dad hurt your son, Mr May..." he turned his head back to you "I would rather die than let anything bad happen to him." Brian's father pondered over your profound words. "I swear to you, I don't know where Brian is." He stared at you for a few moments and nodded, releasing a huff of air while doing so. He reached out his hand and you hesitantly took it so he could help you up off the floor and you dusted yourself off.

"She's right, you know." A new voice appeared out of nowhere, a figure holding a gun soon following. "Y/N doesn't know where Brian is." You squinted your eyes a little while Roger became very tense and defensive.

"Paul? Paul Prenter?" You said, eyeing up the man. "I thought you were in prison?"

He nodded "I was. Thanks to him beside you and your father- I was convicted for two separate crimes that they committed!" Paul screamed and you flinched. "Now I'm getting payback starting with you, Miss Y/L/N and you, Mr May." Paul looked at you with a terrifying smile. "Your father wouldn't be very happy knowing his little princess is sleeping with the son of his enemy. I wonder how he'd react if he found out your little secret..." he still had the wide grin on his face. Your eyes went a little wider when it hit you that he sent the text. "Let's ask him." Van wheels screeching made you, Roger and Harold jump and when the door to the van opened, your father and Brian stumbled out before behind grabbed by two of Paul's men to keep them in place. Paul sinisterly grinned "Hello, Brian. Mr Y/L/N."

"Prenter?!" Your father seethed "What the hell are you doing?" He then noticed you and frantically tried to wriggle out of the guards grip. "I swear to god if you've hurt her!"

"I'm fine dad," you weakly assured him. "I'm alright." You stepped forward a little but Paul quickly pointed the gun at you and Brian went to lunge forward but the man holding him held him back. You defensively held up your hands and stood beside Brian's father. Your eyes flickered down noticing he was standing with his hands behind his back. He was trying to reach for his gun.

"Do you know what your precious, loyal, daughter has been doing?" Paul slowly walked to stand between you both and you noticed the worrying glance Brian was sending you. It was as if he trying to transport you both out of the warehouse to somewhere else.

"The hell are you talking about?" Your dad gritted out, annoyed that he was being held back. All he wanted to do was punch Paul in the face.

"She's been doing him." Paul bluntly spoke and motioned the gun at Brian. You looked away from your fathers piercing gaze, he snapped his head back and forth between you and Brian, who was now looking at his feet. You glanced up and saw Freddie and John creep in, trying to be as stealthy as they could. Roger noticed them but if he moved, it was likely he'd be shot so stood still. "Both of you have ruined me and my reputation..." Paul spoke to both your fathers. "It's time you pay."

Harold pulled out his gun and without thinking, you jumped in front of him when Paul noticed and pointed the gun at him, pulling the trigger. It was so fast. Paul was faster to react than Harold.

You didn't feel any pain until Brian's father caught you in his arms and you both fell to the ground. Another shot was fired but you barely heard it, all you could hear was Brian's father speaking to you. "Hey, hey, you're alright. I've got you." There was shouting before another shot went off. Harold pressed his hands to the oozing wound on your stomach and you agonisingly cried out in pain and gripped onto him. "Is Prenter down?" He screamed while still pressing your stomach to try and stop the blood.

"Y/N!" Brian kneeled down beside you, clutching a bloodied shoulder. "No, no, no," he cried and tightly grabbed your hand with his bloodied ones, forgetting his own injury to focus on you.

Your father rushed over "An ambulance is on its way, Y/N. C'mon sweetheart," he tapped your face when your eyes started to flutter shut "You can't leave me too." He sniffled. You weakly reached across with your other hand and he grabbed onto it for dear life.

"I'm sorry, dad..." you tried to focus more on your breathing than the piercing ache spreading through your body.

He stroked your hair "It's okay, you don't have anything to be sorry for." He assured before glancing up to the boy next to him with the curly hair and tears in his eyes. "Hey, I think you and Brian are a match made in heaven!" He tried to chuckle but it sounded more like a sob. "The two of you are stupid enough to throw yourselves in front of Harold and I when a gun is pointed at us." Brian's shoulder was still bleeding, the gun had just grazed it when Paul pulled the trigger in your fathers direction. Brian had pushed him down and took the faint impact of the bullet.

You looked up to Brian and softly smiled "I love you," you whispered out.

Brian smiled with a loud sniffle "I love you too." Your fathers each sent each other a glance. "Don't...don't you dare shut your eyes. We're supposed to go away together aren't we?" He smiled down at you and you nodded. "Where do you want to go? I'll take you anywhere in the world- anywhere you want! Just...just don't shut you eyes." You felt them shutting while he sobbed- you couldn't stop them, not even Brian's tears hitting your skin could lightly jolt them open. "Y/N," Brian softly shook you before his shakes became rougher "Y/N!"

The ambulance arrived and the paramedics patched you up as best they could. Harold and your father had to restrain Brian back from you.

They took you to the hospital, the three men followed and then waited for an antagonising length of time for news.

Brian was in a sling, they had bandaged up his shoulder and gave him some painkillers. He was sitting next to his father who still had your blood on his hands. It was a few shades darker now that it had dried in. Your dad was sitting across from the pair of them with his hand pressed against his mouth, eyes just as red as Harold's hands he was crying that much. "I don't know what I'll do if she dies." He croaked out.

Harold sighed "She won't die, Y/F/N." he tried to remain positive "She's strong."

"Should have got rid of Prenter when I had the chance..." he scolded himself.

"You and me both," Harold added and your dad looked up to him, faintly smiling. Brian was sitting hunched, glaring at the light blue vinyl flooring. He flinched feeling his father rub his back "You okay?"

"I just want to know how Y/N is," Brian admitted. "I really love her dad....despite of who she's related to." He whispered the last part. "We want to be together and I won't let you or him get in the way of that."

"We wouldn't," Brian's head snapped up to your father and he felt a little embarrassed that he had heard the conversation. "Nothing means more to me than Y/N's happiness- I'd never get in the way of that." Your father looked to Harold "And I'm sure you wouldn't stand in the way of Brian's happiness too, Harold."

Harold smiled at his son and pat his shoulder "Never."

A clearing throat made the three men look up, your doctor was standing there, his scrubs freckled with blood. They all swiftly stood and awaited the news. "Surgery went well, we removed the bullet and stitched up the damaged tissue."

"Can I see her?" Your father asked and the doctor nodded.

"Of course you can, she might be a little woozy from the anaesthetic but she is conscious." He explained.

The doctor led them through to your room. A breath caught in your fathers throat seeing you attached to dozens of machines and wires snaked around your hands and arms. Harold held Brian back for a moment and sent him a silent look as if to say 'let him have some time alone with her'. Brian nodded with a slightly begrudging tight smile. Your father entered the room and sat down next to you, gently cupping your hand in his. "Y/N, sweetheart...it's dad. Can you hear me?"

Your eyelids felt like they were being held down by weights "Dad...?" You groaned and managed to open your eyes ever so slightly and took in your surroundings. "Is everyone okay?" You asked and he chuckled with tears streaming down his face "Everyone's fine, trust you to get into the most bother!" He sniffled "You had to go in for surgery to get the bullet removed."

"Bullet?" You groggily whispered and then it suddenly hit you. "Brian!" You gasped and tried to sit up causing the machines to ring and start loudly sounding alarms. Brian jumped and looked in through the window and saw you struggling in bed.

"Calm down!" You hissed feeling a sharp pain in your abdomen and tried to clutch it but you were held back by wires. "You'll do yourself more harm than good if you move about too much!" You let him slowly lower you "He's fine, it's just a scratch on his shoulder."

"Is he here?" Your father nodded "Can I see him?" He cracked a small smile and stood up to get Brian, he let him have a moment with you.

His father and yours watched you both from the window as you both broke down in tears and tightly held each other's hands and pressed kisses against one another. They could see it as clear as day. Their children were in love with each other. It was something neither of them could control.

"We've forced them into a life they never wanted to live..." Harold quietly spoke up while watching the pair of you. "I noticed it in Brian a few years ago...he doesn't want to be like me. He wants to be his own person."

Your father defeatedly nodded while also watching the scene in front of him unfold. "It's all I've ever known and I thought if I involved her itbwpuod all work out alright in the end." He now knew this wasn't the case. "When Y/N's mother died I submerged myself in work...eventually resenting you over such stupid shit and now look at us! We almost lost our children because of it!" He groaned and rubbed his forehead "I'm getting to old for this, Harold. I sure as hell don't want to fight anymore. I want to make London a safer place for Y/N...and Brian too." Harold turned and looked at your father, a small smile forming on his face before stretching out his hand for your father to shake.

"Fancy having a partner on board to help?"

Brian looked up when he saw the exchange of shakes. "Think they've made up..." he murmured while still holding onto your hand that had an IV drip sticking out of it. Every so often he'd press a kiss to your knuckles.

You moved your head and looked out the window and grinned at the two men. "Only took me almost dying for it to happen," you tried to joke but Brian wasn't laughing. You gripped his hand a little tighter "I'm sorry if I scared you."

"Scared me?! I fucking almost had six heart attacks in a row!" Brian yelped "Never- and I mean it- never do that again!" He warned and leaned forward to kiss you on the lips. "I don't know what I would have done if I lost you." He cupped your face.

You reached up and placed your hand over his and stroked the back of his hand with your thumb. "Where would be going?" You asked and Brian raised a brow "If we were on our way to running away...where would we be going?"

Brian smirked "I told you- anywhere you want. Our adventures can be endless. We can go to Spain, France, Italy, the moon-" you laughed out loud before groaning in pain, your hands and Brian's hovering over the aching spot. "Imagine laughing so much you'd burst open your stitches." You clamped a hand over your mouth and tried to hold back your giggles.

"S-stop!" You squeaked "God, you'll make me laugh again," you breathed steadily to compose yourself before letting out a loud yawn.

"Get some sleep," Brian softly kissed your forehead and you closed over your eyes. "I'll be right here beside you when you wake up." He watched you with a loving smile as you fell into a peaceful sleep. "Our adventure can start tomorrow."

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Your eyes felt like they had been shut for seconds when you opened them again.

"Good morning, gorgeous." Brian tiredly hummed and craned his neck forward to kiss you. "Sleep well?"

"Always do when you're beside me," you eventually opened your eyes and flashed a smile. There was a halo of light behind Brian's unruly morning curly bed hair. His hand roamed across your stomach and up your top as he leaned forever forward and pressed kisses up your neck and playfully nibbled on your ear.

"I love falling asleep next to you- I love waking up like this with you just as much." You giggled feeling his breath tickle your sensitive skin. He hummed contently when you ran a hand through his hair.

You then heard the door creak open and you both glanced over the sea of crumbled covers and smiled at the figure standing in the doorway.

Olivia May.

Your very own little queen of both your hearts.

She ran over and threw herself on the bed withan soft thud and a giggle before crawling between the both of you. You and Brian both looked down at her and peppered her with a shower of kisses on her hair and cheeks, you protectively wrapped up in your arms. Brian smiled at the sight. He loved seeing his two girls that meant more to him than the earth itself like that in front of his eyes. It was one of his favourite things in the world. He knew he was incredibly lucky and often thanked Freddie for inviting him to Mary's party. If he didn't go, he would have never have met you. "What time am I seeing grandad and grandpa today?" She asked.

You blinked and looked at her with a quirked brow "Are you that excited to see them?" You lightly chuckled.

"Yeah!" She ecstatically replied and flashed her teeth- two were missing. "They said they were doing to teach me how to glock someone!"

You and Brian both shared a wide-eyed, unimpressed, shocked glance. "Oh did they now?" He said and was about to get out of bed to phone them and give them an earful before you reached over and held onto his arm.

"I'm sure they'll do something a lot more fun! Like take you to that new soft-play place you saw the other day!" You tried to keep smiling but you were internally screaming- Brian could tell. If what she said was true, your father and father-in-law were going to endure your wrath. "You better look out what you want to wear." She nodded and wriggled out your bed and jogged to her room.

"Y/N I swear if they teach our child how to gun someone down-" you couldn't help but laugh at his serious demeanour. "I mean it!" He grinned and you shook your head while chucking.

You managed to escape Brian's alluring hold and made your way to the bathroom, Brian hot on your heels. You reached up to scratch your stomach and caught a glimpse in the mirror of the scar where the bullet hit you almost ten years ago. There was a silver lining to the whole ordeal however; Brian was true to his word and the very next day, your adventure together began.

You sighed and looked at the mark, tracing your fingers over the bumpy skin. "God..." you mumbled under your breath.

Brian noticed. "You're still so worried about that, aren't you?"

"It's just so unsightly," you complained and Brian scoffed.

"Are you kidding me?" He wrapped his arms around you "You aren't not and will never be unsightly." He kissed your cheek and looked at you via the mirror. "You are the most beautiful thing on this earth- badass bullet scar and all." He kissed the top of your nose.

After showering and getting organised, you and Brian dropped Olivia off at your dad's house where he and Harold were waiting to spend the day with your daughter. After many stern warnings from you and Brian about what to teach and what not to teach her, you and Brian returned to the car and found you both had the day to yourselves. It was a rare thing.

"What do you say we head back to my place and play some poker?" He asked, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows and instantly taking you back ten years.

"Well," you reached down and picked up your handbag, unzipping it and then pulling out a pack of cards that you had placed in it a few days before. His smile was replaced with a look of confused wonder and surprise- he didn't expect that. "Let's make it interesting..." you handed him the pack with slightly shaking hands and he took it from you with a curious, yet confused, smile. "Open it." He did as you asked and sifted through the cards.

In the pack of cards there was a little black and white ultrasound scan picture nestled in between the king of hearts and the queen of hearts.

The end.

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