#yeah I went shopping and spent way more money than I needed to :x

[glitterandmoondustofficial]

I’ve been having such a stressful and busy time lately I haven’t gotten any writing done. I’m sorry to those who read Side to Side. I swear I think about it when I can.

I was also working very, very enthusiastically on a part two for my Lammy lives AU. I was so convinced it would be done in like two weeks but life happened.

Three weeks ago I had to grocery shop. Two weeks ago I got a hair cut, went shopping due to stress, and then I deep cleaned the kitchen and bathrooms. This past weekend I helped with rabbit REDACTED and we also went grocery shopping. This week I’m going to be stacking our firewood onto our porch to deter pests and cleaning out the dryer vent. Next week I have to get car repairs done and probably install bat houses and security cameras for our house.

And this is on top of me being very, very busy at work and being incredibly tired from it. I’m not totally overwhelmed and I’m great under pressure but god I’ve been exhausted after work and I’m drinking more caffeine.

The only thing I’ve been doing recently that requires work that I’ve truly enjoyed is learning how to cook different meals.

I’m swamped and all I want to do is write.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Flip a Switch

Synopsis: When you find out information regarding your husband and his career, you confront him and demand an explanation as to why he kept it a secret from you

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a cutie anon 💕

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You walked into the house with a smile on your face and was met with your husband coming out of the kitchen. He was originally looking down at his phone, but once he heard the front door open, he looked up to see his favorite person running full speed into him and he immediately caught you. Your arms instantly went around his neck as he buried his face in your hair.

“I missed you.” You whispered to him as you picked your head up to kiss him.

“I think I missed you more. I didn’t think you would be gone that long, but truth be told I should have known better. Any time the two of you go out together you tell me that you won’t be long and it ends up being the complete opposite.” He responded as he placed you back down on your feet, but still had a tight hold on you.

“Hmm, blame your mom. At first it was only supposed to be lunch, but then we went shopping and then I somehow ended up in the candle section of TJ Maxx and it was….”

“How much money did you spend? Because I don’t see any bags with you.” Joe asked as he looked behind you.

“Oh, they’re in the car. My original plan was to sneak them in, but I saw that you were back from practice so I decided against it knowing that you would probably see me. And I'm not telling you how much I spent.”

“Mm hmm, like those six amazon packages that were delivered last week.” Joe said as he eyed you, but all you did was smirk.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, baby.” You playfully told him as you kissed him once more.

“Yeah, I think I’ve heard that line before.”

“But, would you mind bringing the bags in for me while I go and take a shower? Then I’ll meet you back down here?” You asked as you batted your eyelashes hoping that he would say yes.

“Don’t I do anything and everything for you? You didn’t even need to do all that. All you had to do was ask.” Joe laughed as he reached down to kiss your nose.

“Yes I did! Your mom also went with me to get them done! Don’t they look good?”

“I… I need to set some boundaries when you two hang out together because every time it gets worse and worse.”

“Hey! Don’t get mad that your mom loves me more than you and wants to spend time with me! But on a real note, I’m super thankful for your family and the way that they embraced me when we first started dating. When you don’t come from that and not being told you’re important and you’re loved, it really is amazing to see.” You confided in your husband and a smile grew on his face.

“From our first date, I knew that they would love you. After we had dinner that one night when I took you to meet them, both of my parents told me that you were the one and that they could see it. Now look, married for two years.”

“Really? You never told me that. I adore both of them so much and they treat me like I’m theirs.”

Your in-laws were some of the most amazing and caring people that you had ever met and you instantly felt at ease when Joe first introduced them to you.

“Oh trust and believe that they do. Any time I call them, the first thing they ask me is ‘how’s Y/N?’ like I haven’t been their child for damn near 28 years, but I get it. I’m obsessed with you just like everyone else is. And now we’re trying to add a little one to that.” He responded as he gently placed his hand on your mid-section.

“Hopefully it’ll happen soon. We can try again later if you’re up for it.” You told him as you sent a wink his way.

“I’m definitely not going to turn that down. But for now, go upstairs and I’ll get your 100 bags out of the car.” He said as he finally released you from his embrace and you were missing his warmth already.

“It’s not that many this time, I promise!”

“Yeah, not listening to you because last time I had to make three trips.”

“I got stuff for you too!”

“Not the point!” Joe yelled back as he had opened the door and was making his way to your car.

Making your way up the steps and into your shared bedroom with Joe, you threw off your clothes and put them into the hamper as you made your way into the bathroom to warm up the water for your shower. You washed your face before checking the temperature of the water and when you were finally satisfied with it, you covered your faux locs with a shower cap and finally stepped underneath the water. You grabbed your coconut body wash and grabbed your wash cloth as you began to lather it all over your body.

You were rinsing off, when you suddenly felt a presence behind you which made you jump. Turning around you were face to face with your husband and you playfully hit him on his arm.

“You scared me! Don’t do that!”

“I’m sorry! I thought you heard me!”

“How in the world could I have heard you with the shower running, babe? Be serious!”

“You hear me any other time! I didn’t mean to scare you.” Joe told you as he leaned down to kiss you.

“I was thinking maybe we could get some practice in before later.” He whispered against your lips before kissing you once more and moving his hands down to your hips.

“But only if…” You immediately cut him off.

“Yes.”

“Then jump.”

–

As the two of you sat on the couch after your shower, Joe's arms were wrapped around you and placing soft kisses all over your face and neck as you scrolled through Instagram.

“Baby! Quit it!” You told him while laughing, but he held onto you tighter and nuzzled his face in your neck.

“Why? You smell so good, like I could eat you.”

“You did that already less than an hour ago actually. Don’t you remember?”

“Yes, and I plan on doing it again later.” He whispered and you playfully rolled your eyes.

"Joseph Lee...." You quietly said and Joe's heart rate instantly began to increase because of the tone of your voice.

"Um, yes baby? Am I in trouble? You never call me by my name unless I am." He tried to make light of it by laughing, but the last thing that you were was amused.

“I'm about to turn you every way but loose if you don't explain this." As you shoved your phone towards him, he began to read the Instagram post and his eyes began to widen as he saw what it was about.

He refused to look at you and muttered a simple ‘fuck’ under his breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his right hand as you moved your phone away from his face and set it to the side of you.

“So, that's all you have to say?” You asked him and it was clear to him that there was no way that he was getting out of this conversation any time soon.

“I… babe… look I've just been thinking about it. Nothing is permanent yet. I don't want you to get upset about this.”

“How can I not get upset about it?” You slightly raised your voice as you moved off of his lap to sit next to him.

“Like I said, nothing is certain yet.”

“Hmm, so you hide secrets from me now?”

“Baby, it's not a secret. I….”

“It obviously is a secret because I had to find out on instagram of all places. So when were you going to tell your wife that you want to be TRADED?”

“Soon, okay? I was going to tell you soon!”

“How soon?! Like, how can you even think about that? Especially at a time like this?”

“Babe….”

“NO! We made a five year plan and that plan included us staying here. I just got the job that I had been after for more than three years! We just bought this house! We plan on having a baby! We’re close to your parents and your family. If we leave, we won’t have ANY of that!” You explained to him and the thought of all of that happening so soon honestly terrified you.

“Okay, I get that, I really do. But I also have to think about what’s best for me and what’s best for my career. I thought that you would understand that!”

“Without consulting me?! Last time I checked I was your wife! You literally tell me EVERYTHING. Don’t you think that this is something that we should talk about?! Especially when it literally might change everything that I’ve worked for!”

“In a marriage, sacrifices and compromises need to be made.” Joe told you as he shrugged, and your anger and frustration at him had hit a new level.

“Didn’t realize that pissing me off was on your agenda for the night.”

“I’m not trying to! Like I said, I haven’t even signed anything yet so there is no reason for you to be losing your shit on me like you are right now!”

“It’s the principle of it! YOU LIED TO ME. The person that I married NEVER lies to me. That’s my issue and you are seriously up here acting like it’s no big deal!? I literally just told you earlier when I got back how important your family is to me and that I love being around them and now I find this out? This is the first time that I actually feel like I have one! And me finding this out doesn’t even come from my own husband?”

“The only thing I’m sorry for is not telling you and then you finding out on social media. That’s it.”

“Never thought that I would say this, but I don’t think I want to be around you right now.” You quietly told him as you got up from the couch with him trying to take hold of your wrist.

“Baby….”

“I’m going upstairs.”

Leaving Joe in the living room, you walked upstairs and sat on your bed as you were trying to collect your thoughts about what had just happened. Your biggest thing was that he kept this from you. You were literally the first person that he told everything to so you couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t tell you this seeing as this is a big decision being made for him and his career.

Bottom line was that you were hurt.

Just when things were starting to go your way and you had finally gotten settled and comfortable with living here, it seemed like it was being pulled right from underneath you.

Your phone that had been long forgotten after seeing the post suddenly vibrated and you looked to see that it was a text from Joe’s mom, Robin. Quickly opening it, you saw that it was a screenshot of the same instagram post that you had confronted your husband about.

Robin- Did you know about this? He hasn’t said anything to us.

You- Nope, nothing. I found out the same way you did and I let him have it.

It was now Saturday evening and you and Joe were sitting at the dining room table eating dinner in absolute silence. You had originally found out on Wednesday and had said less than ten words to him every day since then. It was awkward, and Joe knew that he had to be the one to fix it so that the two of you were both satisfied with the decision in the end. Soon after you had walked away from him that night, he had gotten a call from his parents to demand an explanation on why they found out via social media and not him.

“Baby?”

“What?”

“How long are you going to ignore me?” Joe asked and you wanted to jump in his arms right then and there, but you had to stand your ground.

“I’m not ignoring you. I’m talking to you right now.”

“You’ve barely said anything to me since Wednesday and it’s now Saturday night.”

“Hmm, playing for your new team tomorrow or are you still employed with the Bengals?” You pettily asked and Joe immediately sighed before rolling his eyes.

“Seriously?”

“I just asked a question and there’s no harm in me doing that.” You answered as you stabbed your mashed potatoes.

“Are you coming to the game tomorrow?” Joe asked with uncertainty.

“When have I missed a home game of yours?”

“Never. But you’ve never been this pissed at me before either. At least from what I remember.”

“Well you brought this on yourself, but yes I’m coming along with your parents. Now hurry up and finish eating so I can clean up.”

“I can do it, don’t even worry about it.” Joe told you as he sighed and pushed the food around on his plate.

“And are you actually going to sleep next to me tonight?”

“I’ll decide when I get upstairs, but no promises.” You answered over your shoulder as you had started to walk away.

After Joe had cleaned up the kitchen, he made his way to his office down the hall and closed the door. Once he sat down, he dialed Brian’s number who was his agent and he picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, I was just about to call you.”

“Hey, so did you read over the contract? How does it look?” Joe asked as he leaned back in his office chair.

“I did and I personally don’t think this is the best move for you. I get it that you might be frustrated with the way that things are going right now with the team, but this will probably lead you to being more unhappy.”

“How so?”

“First off, they are definitely low balling you for money and they don’t look like they’re changing their minds about that. They claim that they want you so bad, but obviously not bad enough. How did Y/N react when you told her?”

“She found out on instagram and proceeded to rip me a new one. She’s still not really talking to me since she believes that I kept this from her.”

“Well, I can see her point and you did keep it from her. I don’t know who ended up leaking it, but when it happened, I knew that it wasn’t about to go over well. My advice, stay where you are. We can get a few more good years out of them and if you’re still not satisfied, then we’ll look elsewhere.”

“If you think that’s best.”

“I do, but you need to tell your wife first when we get to that point so she isn’t blindsided like she was this time.”

“Now that I can agree with.”

After staying on the phone a little bit longer with Brian, Joe walked upstairs to the master bedroom and was surprised to see you sitting there. Once you looked up at him, you sighed and then patted the space next to you to tell him to sit down. Once he did, you took his hand in yours before saying anything.

“I thought about what I said the other day and I need to apologize to you too. I think that my reaction also made you think that I didn’t support you when that is far from the truth. I will follow you anywhere and do absolutely anything for you. I just… that blindsided me and it also made me think that you didn’t totally support me either. I can find another job, I get that but everything that I want is right in front of me.” You confessed and Joe simply nodded his head, letting you know that he understood.

“I know that you support me and that thought never crossed my mind. You were upset and for good reason. I should have told you and not gone behind your back trying to hide it from you. You deserved better than that and you were completely right when you said that I tell you absolutely everything.”

“So, therefore whatever you decide, it’s fine.”

“No.” Joe quickly answered and you were left confused.

“No?”

“Before any big decisions like that are made, we have to come to that decision together so that we don’t go through this again. I don't like it when my wife doesn't talk to me or she doesn't want to be around me.”

“Okay, agreed. And I also missed giving you kisses.” You confessed and laughed at the small smirk showing on Joe's face.

“So with that being said, we’re not going anywhere.” Joe told you and you looked at him in disbelief.

“But, I thought…”

“Brian looked over the contract and was trying to negotiate, but he told me it’s probably in my best interest to stay here so that’s what I’m going to do.”

“Now, are you absolutely sure?” You asked your husband and he simply nodded his head.

“Positive and at the end of the day, I also want to keep my wife happy since she's in it with me for the long haul.”

“Sacrifices and compromises.” You quietly said as he repeated it back to you.

“Sacrifices and compromises.”

Joe leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead and you immediately embraced him.

“So, I guess my good luck charm is actually sleeping next to me tonight?”

“I am, so you better make sure that you win.” You told him as you got comfortable on your side of the bed with him climbing in next to you and wrapping his arms around you.

It was quiet for a few minutes before you spoke.

“Baby?”

“Oh, so my name is back to being baby now?”

“Don't push it, Joseph.” You told him as he laughed.

“Hmm. Yes?”

“What team were you going to go to? I want to know. I'm curious.”

“I don't even want to tell you because you aren't going to let me hear the end of it if I do. You might even ask for a divorce.”

“You are so dramatic. Why? You're not going anymore so tell me.”

Joe mumbled something under his breath, but you turned around to face him in the hopes that you would be able to hear him better.

“What was that, babe?”

“Ravens.”

“JOSEPH LEE BURROW! WHAT!?” You yelled as you sat up and turned on the lamp that was sitting on the bedside table.

“SEE! THAT'S WHY I DIDN'T WANT TO TELL YOU! Apparently Lamar had been having some issues with his contract soooo……”

“I would have NEVER forgiven you for that one.”

“You made that pretty clear, princess and like I said you would probably ask for a divorce.”

“Not a divorce, but we would definitely have to separate for a while.”

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

Need me a Thomas Shelby with “you fell asleep in my arms. it was kind of adorable.” thank you and cg for 100 followers!!

Thank you so much for this request my love! I'm so sorry it's so long coming. Again, I'm studying for the bar and it is crazy with the holidays! Also, I hope you like this! Tommy is not my typical bread and butter but I wanted to give people the option! Sending all my love to you angel! - Mo

100 Follower Celebration: No Man Works Alone

Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader, fluff

When you got connected to the middle Shelby boy, you were warned that life would never be the same. You assumed as much, knowing that their business went much farther than horse racing. You were up to the task. You had been in the Shelby orbit for years, you saw what it all took, and when Tommy made his intentions known to you, you were willing to step up and do your part in expanding the empire.

Polly joked that you were made for this life with the way that you so seamlessly came in. While the Shelby company were encroaching into higher society and government facades, they needed a pretty face to butter up old money hands. When the boys were running liquor and snow and violence, you ran sweet words and high teas with women whose husbands had deep and ancient pockets. Even before Thomas met with potential partners, they were already inclined to agree since you were just so kind and elegant looking. Surely a woman like you would never be with someone not reputable right?

But it wasn’t just the business you managed to soothe and nurture. You also added a salve to the Shelby familial wounds. Some wounds required more care than others. Some would never heal completely, but petty arguments could be solved and begin the groundwork for a more harmonious union. You had stepped in more than once to facilitate peace agreements between the Shelby siblings more than once, “Do it for the children yeah? They deserve to be able to see their cousins and aunts and uncles freely. Shelby’s need each other. And it’s Christmas for God’s sake!”

And no good deed goes unpunished it seems. Due to your expert people skills and kind face, you were put in charge of a Christmas gala for all the biggest names in the city. A dual purpose to flaunt the power of the Shelby family, and to raise funds for a women’s shelter to be built. In the same week you were planning to host Christmas dinner and Christmas morning in the home for the entire Shelby family. Everyone was coming and it was to be a beautiful affair. It’s would be wonderful save for the sheer amount of people to take care of. You had spent the day running around, only to continue into the evening, taking care of your and Tommy’s children; putting them to bed and giving them each some attention in the absence of their father.

By the time you had finished your tasks for the day, it was late, and Tommy still wasn’t finished with the ledgers and accounts. He looked exhausted, the puffiness of his eyes evident in from under his glasses. Sleeves rolled up and shirt open the quiet desire for sleep was coming off him in waves. You wrap your soft satin robe tighter around you as you gently sit next to Tommy. Without looking up from his work he says to you in a gravely voice, "You should be in bed, it's late love."

You shake your head, though you feel as though invisible fingers are dragging your eyelids down, "Mm not tired."

Tommy chuckles as he hears you attempt to stifle a yawn. He takes off his glasses to look at your faltering face. "You're not eh? You sure?"

You lean back on the comfortably expensive sofa Tommy had set up shop on, stretching out the ache in your back, "Perhaps a little. But I don't like not sleeping next to you. If you're up, I'm up. We're a team yeah?"

Tommy smiles, enamored by your insistence. It was one of the things that drew him to you the first time he saw you. Your quiet defiance. You intent to keep people together and not leave anyone behind. It was only a small fractal of how sweet and tender your heart was. Tommy leaned over to gently kiss your temple, "Alright then. If you insist Commander. I'll be done soon enough I promise."

With another poorly hidden yawn you say, "Take your time darling. I brought reading."

Just as Tommy predicted, within 15 minutes you were out like a light. Back when you all were children, it was a running joke that you would be running and playing as hard as you could one minute, and fall dead asleep on any surface the next minute. It never changed. As Tommy chuckled and picked the book off your face where it fell, he was reminded of you as a young girl. Though there were a few more marks and lines on your face now, you had the whispers of your youth still on your face. Your daughter with Tommy slept the same exact way. Mouth open slightly. Arms raised above your head. Utterly at peace. Tommy was tempted to wake you to tease you, but knew you would punish yourself for 'falling asleep on the job'. He opted to finish his paperwork instead, working diligently and quietly so as not to disturb you. Soon enough he was done and put everything away in his desk to pick up tomorrow. Pressing gentle kisses to your face, he whispers against you, "Darling, wake up. Let's go to bed eh? Get you more comfortable."

You jolted awake, nearly knocking Tommy over, "Oh God... what time is it? Are the kids ok?"

Tommy chuckled deeply, pulling you up by the arms, "No no darling. Kids are alright. You fell asleep next to me. It was a bit adorable really. You look exactly like Matilde in her crib. "

You throw yourself back down, "Oh God I fell asleep while you were working! That is not what I wanted to do! I wanted to keep you company!"

Tommy laid himself over you, pushing your arms away from your embarrassed face, "You did keep me company. Perfect company. You needed to sleep. You've been running around. Being the best mother and wife. Being the best coordinator. Being the best aunt and sister in law. Hard work my love. C'mon. Let's get to bed yeah?"

You let him kiss you and take you to bed. Sleep took you both sweetly and quickly. And in the morning you would start it all over again. Waking to your children jumping on top of you with joy, and another list of things to attend to. But as long as Tommy was next to you. It would all be worth it.

[zerokurokawa]

Daughter From Another Lifetime, Part Two (Bonten!Rindou x Reader)

(part one)

After the conversation with his you, the mother of his child, Rindou did everything he could to make up seventeen years worth of lost time with his daughter. He picked her up from school in his nice car, took her out to eat, took her shopping, and even taught her how to drive like a father should. Other than spending time with d/n, he had other things on his agenda was well. 

He couldn't help but to notice how great you looked to be in your early thirties. Both of you looked amazing. You, with your e/c, h/c and h/l, and overall beautiful physique, were as stunning as the day he had met you. Truth be told, he had never fallen out of love with you and thought of you often. He craved you, needed, and wanted you. Hell, he even thought to himself about having a second child with you if it wasn't too late. He enjoyed being a father after all. 

One night, after taking d/n out to eat, he brought her home on time as promised. You and Rindou had a set schedule when it came to your daughter. He would pick her up from school, take her out on certain days, and drop her back off at home before or at nine. Only this time, Rindou had invited himself inside to talk more. 

As d/n went to her room, he sat himself at the counter once more, making himself at home in your humble apartment. 

"I think I should buy you a house." He stated, out of the blue. 

"I don't need your help with that, I've got plenty in savings and we're doing just fine here." You sounded cold. 

"It would be my gift to you, y/n... I want you to live comfortably and never have to work again." He said, taking a sip of the wine you had poured him. He was still wearing his suit, which was neatly pressed, from work. His lilac and purple hair cascaded down his shoulders as he watched you intently. 

"You would really go that far, huh?" You were leaning against the counter now, cleavage out. He was obviously trying not to stare, but what could a man do? He wanted you, badly. He wanted you back so bad that he even told his brother about your return and the fact that he was a father. Needless to say, Ran was surprised that he was an uncle and couldn't wait to meet his niece. 

"Yeah, I would. I would do anything for you both." He said, leaning in across the counter and propping his arms on the edge. He wanted to get closer to you, but the damn counter was in the way as you were standing opposite of him. You stayed silent while he spoke up again. 

"I want you both to live happily, without worry. I've kept my promise by putting her first. I've been leaving work early and picking her up. I've spent time with her. I've gotten to know her likes and dislikes and she's just like me!" He rambled, a wide grin creeping upon his face. He was trying to win you back. 

"I'm glad, Rindou." You smiled at the thought of your daughter finally having her father in her life. You had seen how happy it made d/n to be around her dad. She even came home one day and told you all about the awesome shopping trip he took her on and how she got everything she ever dreamed of, including the newest iPhone. 

"So why don't you give me a chance to prove myself even further?" He smiled, taking his hand and placing on top of yours. He got up from the counter and walked around to where you were standing. He towered over you, his eyes gazing into yours. 

"What do you mean?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. You wanted him, but not all that he came with. You knew he was in a very illegal, dangerous line of work and you didn't want that to affect your relationship any further than it already has. You caught yourself thinking about the Tenjiku days and how often Rindou would come home with wads of money from seemingly nowhere. That's when you knew he was up to no good. 

"I mean... me and you. Let's give us another chance." He started to wrap his arm around your waist. You let him, for a split moment, as you were lost in his gaze. The next thing you knew, you two were inches apart and he was leaning in further. Right when he was about to kiss you, or so you thought, he tilted his head while brushing back a piece of hair behind your ear. 

"I think... we can make it work this time." He whispered gently into your ear, his breath grazing your skin, causing you to shiver. You stayed silent; lost in a daze of confusion and thoughts as he leaned back, arm still wrapped around your waist. 

"I need time to think about this, Rin..." You trailed off. You wanted him, badly. You were scared though. You were terrified of numerous things. What if he brings work home and someone comes after you and your daughter? What if he gets caught and gets sentenced to prison? What if... he gets killed? 

He backed away, trying not to upset you. He could see the look on your face. As he turned to leave, he asked one more question. 

"Promise me, you'll think about it?" 

You nodded your head in response, still in a daze of thinking. He left without a single word. 

(Tagging: @rukiasluver @merrymerrykiss @burndownyourparade) <333 <333 <333

[z0mbiekisses]

SO HIGH SCHOOL !

a highschool au tyler joseph x reader based off the taylor swift song & haley and nathan from one tree hill..

WHERE reader is a dedicated student, who’s passionate about writing. a rory gilmore type of girl. who spends her free time in coffee shops & reading. tyler joseph on the other hand is a star basketball player. who spends his free time going to local concerts with his friends, and could care less about his grades. that was until his coach told him if tyler didn’t improve his grades, he couldn’t play basketball. so tyler asked the best student he knew.. y/n. tyler even offered to pay her for these tutoring sessions. and y/n needed the money. could these two get along long enough to hold their ends of the bargain? or will they despise each other more than they did from the start?

READ UNDER THE CUT !

tutoring was a great way for me to make money without having to take too much time away from school. it was actually enjoyable for me, until i was peacefully studying at my favorite coffee shop. and tyler approached me. we shared the same english class. and that’s about all that we had in common. i wasn’t a fan of him, not just because he seemed like the stereotypical jock. but because my brother, josh. he would often run into problems with tyler’s friends. i don’t know if tyler has any part of it, but i didn’t care enough to figure it out.

i looked up from my books, not bothering to say anything.

“hey i’m tyler-“

“i know who you are.” i didn’t have the patience to play whatever game tyler was apart of. though, i didn’t see his friends anywhere. we sat in silence for a moment before i spoke up,

“did you come here to stare at me or?” tyler let out an awkward laugh.

“no i was wondering if you could tutor me?” i wanted to laugh in tyler’s face.

“nope find someone else-“

“y/n you know you’re the best of our class.” tyler interrupted. i couldn’t argue with that logic per say. but why ME? he could easily afford some rich tutor or pay someone to do his work FOR him.

“look, it’ll be just for three weeks till midterms. and i’ll pay you 5 dollars an hou-“

“10 dollars.” tyler nodded his head in agreement. i can’t believe i agreed to this, but it would be good money. and it’s only for three weeks.

we had our first meeting out on the pier the next day. tyler was distracted, and it pissed me off. i didn’t come here to waste my time.

“tyler, i know you’re not spending 10 dollars an HOUR.. to dick around.” tyler chuckled. i eventually got him to focus. and we spent the next couple of hours actually doing work. tyler was smart, i figured that out fast. he just needed the motivation & a little extra help. he was a fast learner. as i was packing up my stuff tyler spoke up,

“cool shirt.” i looked down at my no doubt shirt. it surprised me tyler recognized it, though they were fairly popular.

“you listen to them?”

“yeah, don’t act so surprised.” i didn’t notice my tone of voice. i laughed softly. we ended up talking about the band, which lead to us talking about other music we had interest in. and to my amazement, we actually had pretty similar taste in music. i felt embarrassed for judging him so harshly when i didn’t know tyler. but it didn’t change the fact that he hung out with a bunch of assholes. i couldn’t tell josh about any of this. if he knew that i was even TALKING to tyler he’d get upset. and that’s the LAST thing i wanted. i wasn’t lying to josh, he knew i was a tutor. josh just didn’t know WHO i was working with.

the next few sessions went well. i could tell tyler was making actual progress. we’ve also been getting closer. i found out tyler makes music. when i went over to his house, he actually played me one of his songs titled “tonight”. it was beautiful, so full of emotions. it was crazy for me to see tyler the guy who i once thought was an arrogant asshole. singing such a amazing song, it spoke to me. i felt almost peaceful sitting on the edge of his bed watching him play piano. after he finished playing i gave him a small applause.

“you know, i’ve been working really hard this week.” tyler turned to face me. i mumbled a “mhm”. curious on what he was getting at.

“so i think you owe it to me to come to the game tomorrow.” i rolled my eyes. sport games weren’t really my thing. they were too loud, too crowded. which sure, you could say the same thing about concerts. but i like to think there’s a difference between the crowds.

“i don’t think so.” tyler sighed. i didn’t WANT to disappoint him per say. but there really wasn’t a point in me going.

“so you’re telling me i got this A for nothing?” tyler pulled out the mini quiz we took the other day in english. i squealed,

“tyler! oh my god i’m so proud of you!” i exclaimed, his eyes squinted up as he smiled. which turned into those pleading puppy dog eyes. i groaned,

“fine.. i’ll go ONLY this once.” however, it was a mistake.

it was fine at first. i saw tyler for a few minutes before the game. he was so happy to see me there. i sat with one of my best friends, ella. tyler was a really good player, he was the one scoring the most. i ended up finding myself cheering with the crowd a few points. maybe this all wasn’t as bad as i thought. i saw tyler in the hallway during halftime, giving him a quick hug before he went into the locker room. i turned around to go back to ella when i saw josh standing behind me. i tried to play it off,

“oh hey josh! you decided to come to the game too?” josh’s face was unphased.

“yes, i go to every game for yearbook.” fuck. i completely forgot. when i tried to come up with an excuse, josh spoke again.

“and never in my life have i seen you at a sports game that our dad didn’t drag us to.” i sighed. i looked down at my shoes. i couldn’t even look at josh.

“and now you’re hugging TYLER of all people?”

“he’s not that bad- we’re friends.” i tried to defend myself but josh didn’t want to hear it. his look still stern. i infact only pissed him off more.

“friends?! with THAT asshole after EVERYTHING?”

“it wasn’t him. it was his friends.” josh just scoffed. finally looking away from me.

“i didn’t think you’d stoop so low y/n.” and with that, josh walked away. i couldn’t even be excited when we won the game. i felt awful. how could i hurt my own brother? but tyler wasn’t this asshole i thought he was. his friends maybe. but not him. i didn’t want to LOSE tyler. but i couldn’t keep stabbing josh in the back.

part two coming soon

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your kept girl - matty healy x reader

your arrangement was unconventional. you stay in his tour bus, available for him wherever he pleases.

contains: smut 18+, degradation, unprotected sex, oral, dom/sub vibes, lmk if i need to add more!!

your mind is reeling, your heart is pounding as you make your way outside behind the venue, half running to the tour bus. the gravel crunches under your sneakers, and the air has cooled down since you went in the building a few hours ago. you dig the key out of your front pocket and jiggle it in the lock, turn the handle and yank the door open, shutting it quickly behind you. matty made it very clear he didn’t like when you weren’t ready for him when he got off stage. he’d agreed to let you watch the shows as long as you made it back to the bus before the show ended at 11:30, before he would get there.

outside of these circumstances, you didn’t see him much other than on the bus. the occasional hotel room when there was a few days between shows, sure. but mostly your days were spent shopping and adventuring with some of the production assistants, matty’s credit card in hand. he let you buy whatever you wanted, anything at all, as long as you kept up your side of the arrangement. he especially loved when you bought sexy lingerie and toys with his money.

you knew he had no time for an actual relationship, his world burned too bright and moved too fast. you weren’t sure that’s what you wanted either, really. at this point, you were satisfied with this, whatever this was.

you pattered down the tiny hallway and stopped in the bathroom to re apply your red lipstick in the mirror. red was his favorite, and all you cared about in these moments was appealing to him, wearing whatever he liked. after smoothing down your hair a bit, you turn around and step into the room at the end of the hall. the band had gotten so big that their busses were huge in comparison to what they used to be when they first started out. you & matty shared the room, which was actually all bed. a tv on the wall, fluffy white blankets, pillows, and a small window behind the head of the bed. you could see out the window but not in, you’d thought that was a smart design choice. he’d been trying to get the bus company to agree to putting a full length mirror along the wall, he loved the idea of watching you, the both of you. but they never agreed, something about it being “too unsafe.”

you crawl onto the bed, your head landing softly on one of the many pillows. even after months of this, desire still pooled in your belly at the thought of matty ripping through the door and using you how he pleased. watching him onstage only fueled the fire inside of you, seeing him get so worked up and sweaty. the way he danced and moved his hips and his filthy smirks and oh my god how you loved this nightly ritual the two of you shared.

you hear the door open and shut quietly, the sweet sound of the clicking lock shooting straight to your core. it was a sound you’d heard many times, but it never failed to quicken your pulse.

he pulls the door open to the bedroom with a fire in his eyes. his short hair was dripping with sweat and sticking to his forehead. his white shirt was all but undone, the bottom button the only one that remained intact.

“hi, matty,” you say with a sweet smile, sitting up in the bed, bringing your knees to your chin.

“hi, my love,” he says, eyes crinkled, and you cursed the butterflies in your stomach. after all, he called everyone that.

“what’ve you been doin’?” he asks, loosening the tie that hung around his neck. you watch the way his veins in his hands popped out, fingers deft and sure.

“oh, just counting down the seconds ‘til i could see you,” you say.

he lifts his eyebrows at you and nods slowly, his tongue in his cheek. “good girl. ‘m here now, yeah?”

“yeah,” you smile, preening at his praise. “i bought this new lipstick today, do you like it?” you ask with a pout.

“i love it.”

he crawls over to you with a sly smile, wasting no time to spread your legs open with his own as he towers over you. his lightly bucks his hips into you, his already half hard cock begging to be released from his pants.

“such a good girl, my good girl. so pretty just waitin’ for me in here.” he breathes against your neck, biting your warm skin just to soothe the marks with his tongue. “an eager little thing like you in my bed, all ready for me,” he growls into your ear. the throbbing between your legs heightens as you buck your hips up against his, desperate for any friction to relieve the building pressure.

“mhm, always ready for you baby, all I could think of the whole time I was watchin’ you up there was how bad i wanted you to fuck me,” you moan, running your hands down his back, the comforting warmth of his skin making your head spin. it was true, you couldn’t get enough of him.

“s’ all i’m good for,” you breathe, and he lets out a low growl. “fuckin’ right,” he says as he sits up, ripping the air from of your lungs as he quickly rolls the both of you over so he’s on his back. you cant help but feverishly grind him on him, even with your clothing between you, the friction drove you mad. “like a bitch in heat, aren’t you?” you shudder at his words and you feel heat spread over your cheeks. you nod, running your fingers down his chest. you trace over his tattoos and you feel his cock twitch under you. “can’t help it,” you say, batting your eyelashes at him.

“go on with it, then,” he spits, motioning down to his belt buckle. you back up down his legs as he adjusts the pillow behind his head. you nuzzle your face against his crotch, licking a bold stripe up the outline of his cock, straining painfully against the fabric of his trousers.

“little minx” he says under his breath. “s’ why i keep you around,” you nod feverishly as you unbuckle him, your hands shaking with anticipation, the sound of his labored breaths had you aching.

“there you go,” he coos, unbuttoning his shirt, sitting up slightly to pull it off his shoulders. you gaze up at him through your lashes as you continue to fiddle with his buckle. he cocks his head with a faux pout. “what’s wrong, darling? c‘mon, i know you can do it. take me out, yeah, that’s it, fuck-“ he throws his head back against the pillow as you finally unleash him, hard and heavy in your hand. pre cum began to bubble up out of him, you plant a wet kiss on his tip before running your tongue along the underside of his cock. he grips your hair at the roots, pulling your mouth up off him just to force you back down onto his length, hitting the back of your throat as he holds you in place. “that’s it, shhhh, there we go” he whispers in an oddly comforting tone as he’s got his cock buried down your throat.

you breathe through your nose, finally able to suppress your gag reflex after much practice taking him. “so warm and wet f’me, aren’t you? sittin in here, just waiting for me to fuck you, to take my cock in all your holes, huh? fuckin’ pathetic,” he grunts as he starts fucking up in to you, eyes wild and brows furrowed, he bites down on his bottom lip. you take him, take all he will give you. this is what you were here for, after all. “what you were fuckin’ made for, baby.”

you pulls you off of him, a string of spit connecting your fucked out mouth and his dick. a ring of red lipstick is left behind at his base. “i’ve trained you so well, haven’t I?” he asks but he doesn’t expect an answer. you nod your head anyway before falling onto your back, quick to undress, tugging on your bottoms feverishly. “just doin’ what you know i want before i even have to ask,” he mutters, lazily stroking his cock that was still wet with your spit.

“you look so fucking good, matty, god,” you whine as you pull your shorts and underwear off with one go, tossing them haphazardly across the bed, your warm, glistening cunt hitting the chilly air. a whimper falls from your lips as you watch him watch you, grabbing at your tits from atop your t shirt.

“look at this pussy, baby,” he groans as he leans forward and without warning licks a stripe with a flat tongue up your slit, wrapping his lips around your bud and gives it a harsh suck. you flinch at the sudden feeling, warmth filling your veins at the look of the man between your thighs, disheveled and sweaty.

“all mine, yeah?” matty asks, lifting his head off you, chin glistening with your wetness. “all yours, only yours, fuck-“ you clench around him as he pushes two fingers in with not much resistance, your body welcoming him in like he was always meant to be there.

”that’s fuckin’ right,” he mutters before diving back in, his expert tongue swirling circles on your clit. you grab his hair and tug on the locks, he groans into your pussy and you need him closer, closer.

“need your cock in me matty, please,” you beg, and you were so ready to get on your hands and knees beg if he’d ask. you’d do anything he’d ask.

“ok darling, you’re doin’ all the work though, I’m beat,” he says with a smirk, throwing himself back onto the mattress yet again, stroking his cock slowly while he looked expectantly at you.

“the fuck you waiting for?” he spits, “‘m trying to be nice, my little pet doesn’t like it when i’m nice though, does she?”

you sit up and blink your eyes slowly, looking at him with a faux innocence, jutting your lower lip out.

“no,” you whimper with a defeated tone.

“you're going to have to speak up, i can’t hear you when you mumble, fucks sake,” matty snaps, still keeping an agonizing pace with his hand around his dick. his words make you feel dizzy, you felt your wetness starting to soak the sheets underneath you. anticipation filled your veins, the pink flush that crept up his chest to his cheeks, the sound of his breathing, all of it felt torturous.

“alright pet, i’m bored of this back and forth. come sit, come milk my cock.” he orders. before you could oblige he grabs you by the shoulders and you let him, pulling you up so you were straddling him.

you sink down on him, the stretch and pleasure all encompassing as you take every inch of him. “ahh- fuck,” he grunts, biting his lower lip. his brows are furrowed he looked positively stunning.

sounds of skin slapping began to fill the tiny room. his fingers dug into your hips as he you guided them- in and out, in and out. your thighs began to burn at the exertion. he begins thrusting up into you, holding you in place, hitting spots deep inside you that you never knew existed until him.

“my little fuck toy, so good for me, shit. rub your clit for me, wanna feel you cum around my cock.” he grunts and you waste no time obeying his command. you snake your hand down and begin rubbing fast, tight circles on your bundle of nerves. your can feel your pussy clench around him, and your high was coming on quickly.

“that’s it, is my filthy little kept girl going to cum for me? bet you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you? so fuckin’ desperate for me I bet you’d do anything i say.” he groans.

a few more thrusts and you come undone, his dirty words throwing you over the edge completely. your vision whites out, cunt clenching around him in waves. you’re a gasping mess, moaning his name like a mantra. matty, matty, matty.

“‘m gonna fill this little pussy up, yeah?” he sloppily thrusts up into you, jaw slack and eyes half lidded.

“empty into me baby, i wanna feel you,” you gasp as he spills inside of you. you can feel him throbbing inside as he pumps you with his cum, the walls of your pussy massaging every last drop out of him.

you stay on him for a long few minutes, leaning down to give him a kiss, the first of the evening.

“my good little cocksleeve,” he smirks against your lips and you give him a pinch in his side. “I deserved that,” he laughs. you giggle and get up off him, some of his cum falling out of you and onto his softening dick.

“clean me up,” he says under his breath.

you crawl up his legs and do as he says, licking up the remnants of his orgasm off of his body. you take his dick in your mouth and run your tongue around it, wanting more. you always wanted more.

“that’s it,” he cocks his head as he looks down at you, running his hand through your hair. “good girl.”

you preen at his praise, swallowing all of him without a second thought. “thank you, baby,” you say sweetly, rubbing your hands up his thighs. you loved the way he tensed underneath you, tight muscles flexing under your palms.

“go jump in the shower, yeah? i’ll get the bed made up for you,” he sits up, grabbing his wrinkled clothes.

“yeah, ok. shower sounds nice,” you say, collecting your own clothes that were strewn across the bed.

you take a quick hot shower, the remnants of matty going straight down the drain.

after drying yourself off with a plush white towel, you walk out of the bathroom and realize he’s gone. your heart sinks a bit, you were hoping he’d stick around for a cuddle. you shuffle over to the window and you see him, arm thrown over the shoulder of one of his bandmates, walking away.

with a huff, you open the door to the bedroom and see he did change the sheets and make the bed for you. he always did what he said he would, you could give him that. you settle in for the night, grabbing the tv remote and putting something on for noise.

a few minutes later, your eyes flutter closed, and you dream of what tomorrow night will hold.

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#5

I Can’t Lose You, Too | John Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @the-irish-girl

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Summary: John and (Y/N)'s marriage wasn't built on love. In fact, (Y/N) didn't even think that John was capable of loving her until the day he showed her.

Warnings: language, mentions of stealing, arranged marriage

Word Count: 2383

A/N: I love writing for John...he doesn’t get enough love on here. I hope you enjoy! :)

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She was going through the motions at this point. Wake the kids (that weren't even hers by blood) up to (hopefully) have them go to school, clean up the house, and get going on making dinner. Her so-called husband was never at the house. He so much as sent a glance in her direction. She often wondered what she'd done to get herself into this situation. Oh yeah...her father.

(Y/N) came from a poor family that lived in Small Heath. A poor family that had a patriarch with a crippling gambling problem. No matter if they had, or didn't have, money, he was pissing it away at the betting shop on Watery Lane. His debts to the shop's owners racked up so high that they made a house call one day, giving the old man an ultimatum: pay up or die. Scrambling (because he didn't have the cash), he offered up (Y/N) as a way to settle the debt. The boss of the shop agreed. He had a brother that needed a woman in his life, and the man needed to pay back his debt. A win-win situation, right? No...not for (Y/N).

She went on being something like a ghost in her husband's life for seven months before she decided to put a stop to it.

Now she was walking with purpose down Watery Lane. John was at his family's betting shop, where he spent the majority of his day working. So (Y/N) walked right into the establishment, ignoring the looks of the men who worked there. She didn’t care. She was a Shelby, too. Her eyes were focused on her husband, who currently had his back towards her and was writing something on the chalkboard hung up against the wall.

"Right, who's got the winnings for Cheltenham?" he asked the men standing around, a piece of chalk ready in his hand to start writing. (Y/N) came to a stop right where the slight step up onto the platform that John was standing on was. She rested her hands on her hips, looking up at him intently as she waited for him to turn around. The room fell silent. "Do we have any winnings for Cheltenham?" John asked again, impatience in his voice as he then turned around to see what was waiting for him. "Oh...hey, (Y/N)."

"'Hey'? That's the best you can do?" (Y/N) raised her eyebrows at him. John was instantly confused.

"I'm working," he stated, motioning his arms around the room to accentuate the fact that he was indeed working.

"So you're 'working' all of the time then, right? It's because you're working that you're never home and that you don't have the time for your family?!" (Y/N) flipped her lid. She was fuming with anger, from being ignored by her so-called husband for months now. She couldn't stand it anymore.

"Can we do this another time, (Y/N)?" John was looking around at the men who were watching this whole thing go down.

"No, because, like I just fucking said, you're never home!" her arms were flailing now.

"(Y/N)..." John was at a loss for words.

Luckily, the conversation didn't get any further, because Tommy came storming into the main area. "Oi! Family meeting. If you're not kin, get out!" he was yelling at the other men in the room. His brother, Arthur, and aunt, Polly, were following behind him.

(Y/N) was just about to leave when John grabbed her arm. "You're staying. You're kin," he told her, making her let out a huff. She didn't want to get mixed up in this family's business. She just wanted her husband to be around and treat her like an actual human.

"If you're not kin, get out," Tommy repeated, his eyes zeroing in on (Y/N), who was standing with John's hand still wrapped around her bicep so that she couldn't move.

"She's staying, Tommy. She's me wife. She's kin," John's voice is firm as he spoke to his older brother, and (Y/N) was genuinely shocked. It actually sounded like he cared for her. Like he wanted his wife to be involved in his life.

"She stays then," the older of the two Shelby brothers sighed, running a hand through his hair before he set both of them down on the table, allowing him to lean against them. "We've had something happen..." he trailed off then, sighing once more. "Someone from the south side has broken in and stolen the broach that was mum's. We have reason to believe that it was the doing of someone from the Rutherford family. They have interest in the selling of jewelry and are most likely going to look to pawn it off."

Everyone had serious expressions on their face but (Y/N) couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows. She must've been missing something. It was just a fucking broach. "Something wrong, (Y/N)?" Tommy questioned, looking across the table at the woman who was honestly trying not to laugh at this point.

"I'm just confused as to why we've called a serious family meeting over a stolen broach," she pointed out, glancing around in hopes that she'd see someone else trying not to snicker like she was. Not one person shared the same sentiment.

"It's one of the only things we have left of our mum," John was the one to explain, leaning in closely to her ear so that he could share the information with her privately. It was quiet in the room though, so no doubt everyone heard him tell her.

"You said someone took it?" (Y/N) was looking over at Tommy now.

"We have reason to believe so, yes," Tommy simply nodded.

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#4

Girl Dad | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Read another story with this family here.

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy Shelby's destined to be a girl dad, and he's completely fine with it.

Warnings: none...just some tooth-rotting family fluff

Word Count: 3627

A/N: I had so much fun with this story. Dad!Tommy is one of my favorite Tommy’s and I’ll always jump at the chance to write him. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

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The second that Tommy and (Y/N) stepped into Arrow House, they were greeted by balloons, a 'welcome home' sign and the bright smile of their head maid, Mary.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Shelby," she greeted them, her eyes focused on the small bundle that (Y/N) was holding in her arms.

"Thank you, Mary," Tommy nodded to the older woman, who still quickly got started on helping him with his overcoat despite the excitement she held.

She made sure that it was hung in the small closet in the entryway before she came back over to where the couple was standing. "Mrs. Shelby, may I help with your coat as well?" she then asked.

"Sure, Mary," (Y/N) nodded with a smile before she looked down at the baby in her arms. "Tommy," she then softly called for her husband, who nodded and extended his arms for her to transfer the baby into them. Once her arms were free, Mary helped her out of her coat. "Thank you, Mary," she smiled once it was completely off of her body.

"You look very beautiful, Mrs. Shelby," Mary complimented the younger woman, who felt her cheeks heat up. She certainly didn't feel beautiful after the few, strenuous days that she'd just spent in the hospital, but it was nice to hear someone who wasn't her husband call her that.

"Thank you, Mary," she smiled before glancing around the foyer, "is Thea upstairs?" she asked once she realized how quiet the house was.

"Yes. She's in the playroom with her gigi," the maid answered.

"Ok. Can you go get them? We'd like for her to meet the baby," (Y/N) asked, and Mary nodded before walking over to the staircase. Once she was halfway up, (Y/N) turned to look at Tommy, who still had their baby in his arms. "Let's go into the front room," she told him. Tommy nodded, allowing her to walk through the archway first before he followed.

"Sit, love," Tommy instructed her, knowing she must still be weak on her feet. (Y/N) nodded and took a seat on the couch before Tommy moved over to her and gently passed their baby into her arms. (Y/N) smiled at the sleeping baby before her eyes matched Tommy's again.

There was no doubt that she was happy to be home. After having complications with the birth of their first child, Theodora, it was suggested that (Y/N) gave birth to their second child at a hospital. (Y/N) heeded the suggestion, which turned into a five day stay there for both her and Tommy. Tommy, of course, wasn't supposed to be in the birthing ward for much longer than when their baby was born, but he didn't listen. Now the three of them were home and more than ready to settle back into everyday life.

Soon enough, the echoes of Thea's excited talking were heard as she came down the stairs and into the front room. "Mummy! Daddy!" she exclaimed upon seeing her parents for the first time in several days.

"Hello, Thea," (Y/N) greeted her daughter with a smile on her face, her heart swelling at the sight of her. "Hi, mum," she then looked behind the child to see her mother coming into the room. She'd graciously offered to stay at the house and watch Thea while her daughter and son-in-law were at the hospital.

"Hello, sweetie," her mother returned the greeting with a smile on her face as she led the bouncing girl over to where Tommy and (Y/N) were. "She's gorgeous, you guys," she then commented upon seeing a glimpse of the baby (Y/N) was holding in her arms. She smiled at (Y/N) before looking over at Tommy. Despite the tensions that normally stood between them, she smiled as she reached over and pulled him into a hug.

It was a secret to no one that (Y/N)'s mother wasn't Tommy's biggest fan. She was a single mother who, despite her best efforts, just couldn't seem to keep (Y/N) away from the blue-eyed troublemaker that lived a few doors down from them. It surprised her when her daughter told her that she and Tommy had begun courting each other and were serious about having a future together. Deep down she hoped that the young lady would heed to the warnings that she'd been laying out for her...trying to tell her that her father was much like Tommy in some ways, and that look how her mother had ended up with a man like that. But (Y/N) didn't listen.

Then the Great War came. And despite her distaste towards Tommy Shelby, she still held her daughter close as she cried into her chest when Tommy and his brothers left to fight in France. She tried her best in helping (Y/N) get through those grueling years, but what she never expected was that her daughter would fall pregnant after Tommy had been granted a few days leave.

(Y/N) was steadfast on keeping the baby. She wrote to Tommy announcing it, and when his letter returned, she was shocked to read his proposal for her to marry him. Enclosed in the letter was the gold ring he wore daily on his pinky, and (Y/N) accepted it by almost immediately placing it on her ring finger. Her mom couldn't do much more now than continue to help her daughter get through these tough times with this added excitement.

Theodora Rose Shelby was born in October of 1918, exactly one month before Armistice was reached and the war was declared as finished. (Y/N)'s mother's heart swelled as she stayed by her daughter's side to witness the birth of her granddaughter, and the tears were brought on when (Y/N) announced that she and Tommy had talked and that they wanted to make her middle name 'Rose', which was the older woman's name.

And then when Tommy finally came home, Rose stood with her daughter by her side and her granddaughter in her arms and watched as (Y/N) ran towards Tommy the second she saw him. He got down on one knee and formally asked her to marry him before scooping her up into his arms and kissing her passionately. Rose put on a smile and welcomed the young man home; her happiness for her daughter outweighing her wariness of the man she chose to be with.

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#3

Calm Me Down | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy has a way of calming (Y/N) down, regardless if he’s miles away or right in front of her.

Warnings: langauge, violence (typical to series), familial arguing, attempted sexual assault, death of minor character, murder, weapons

Word Count: 3170

A/N: I wasn’t quite sure if the two prompts that were sent in this request were meant to be two for different stories or not, so I meshed them together. I hope you don’t mind. Enjoy! :)

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"Tell me: how much money do you think I make that you can go ahead and spend it on worthless things?!"

"I was buying Matthew shoes, dad!"

"He doesn't need shoes! I didn't have shoes growing up and look how I turned out!"

Both (Y/N) and her older sister, Gwen, kept their mouths shut instead of responding to their father's statement. Gwen had been going at it with her father over the amount of money that the household has and what said money should be spent on. (Y/N) was just sitting at the table, hoping to eat her dinner in peace.

It had been like this since their mom died. Gwen decided that she would stay in her family's home longer instead of getting married so that she could help her father with her two younger siblings. Well (Y/N) wasn't that much younger. Gwen was going to be thirty-two this year, and she was born only four years before (Y/N). Still, she was the one who stepped into the role of 'mother' around the house. Fights like this happened almost every night.

They were arguing about the amount of bread that the family needed to purchase a week when (Y/N) stood from the table and went to wash her dishes in the sink. She then made her way to the front door and exited the house. She knew that she needed to get away from her family for the moment. She just didn't know where to go.

Her boyfriend was out of town. He was currently in Camden Town, working on expanding his business. (Y/N) met Tommy Shelby through a friend of hers, Darcy, who happened to work as one of his secretaries. She managed to coax Tommy out one night to meet (Y/N). (Y/N) was told that he was having trouble getting over the last woman he'd been involved with after she moved to America...among other things. (Y/N) didn't bother asking him to elaborate on the 'other things'. She was just happy that he agreed to meet her. And surprisingly, to her at least, she and Tommy hit it off. He told her that he enjoyed her company, and they had been seeing each other roughly daily for the past three months.

It was still early in their relationship, but (Y/N) felt something with Tommy that she never felt with any of her other past partners. She knew what kind of work he was involved in. Knew that he commanded the respect of every person in Small Heath. Yet she wasn't scared of him. He was an entirely different person when he was with her.

He often helped to calm her down on nights much like this one. But he wasn't in Small Heath at the moment. So she needed to think of another means of getting to hear his voice. Walking down the cobblestone sidewalk as the rain started coming down harder, she spotted a telephone booth at the corner of the street. Picking up the pace of her step, she rushed inside the booth and let out a sigh, happy to be out of the rain. Then she dropped a coin into the slot and asked to be put through to the hotel that she hoped he was staying in. Her mission was a success, and seconds later, she was being transferred to the room he was occupying.

"Hello?" his voice came from the other end of the line, and (Y/N)'s stresses dissipated almost instantly.

"Tommy?" she asked, even though she knew it was him.

"(Y/N)? Where're you calling me from, love?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion and concern. "I didn't recognize the connection that the lobby sent me."

"I'm at a phone booth on Wells street," she answered him, looking through the glass as the rain continued to pour down. "My father and sister...they're fighting again. I couldn't stand it," she told him the reason, well one of the reasons behind her call.

"Same things?" Tommy questioned, leaning back against the chair he was sitting in now that he knew that she wasn't in any grave danger.

"Yes," she sighed, nodding her head even though he couldn't see her, "they both think they're right and it just makes them scream louder," she stated, looking down at her shoes then, "that's not the only reason I called though..." she trailed off, hating that there was an obvious tinge of sadness in her voice.

"Oh? Is everything alright?" Tommy questioned, furrowing his eyebrows as he awaited her response.

"Yes, everything's fine," she assured him before letting out a sheepish laugh, "I just...I miss you," she admitted then, feeling slightly embarrassed about it. He had only been gone for four days so far, and he was expected to be back by the end of the weekend, so she knew she wouldn't be without him for much longer. But still she couldn't shake the empty feeling.

Tommy couldn't help but chuckle when he heard what she had to say. His mind almost always went to the worst case scenario. Hearing that his girlfriend missed him was the last thing he expected. He shook his head as a smile tugged on the corners of his lips. "I miss you too, love. Just a few more days...I promise," he assured her, his words alone helping to make her feel warmer inside.

"How's business?" she asked him then, hating that she was hogging up the majority of the call with her issues.

"It's fine. I'm making progress. Things are looking up," he said only a few words, but she knew to expect that. Tommy rarely talked about the nature of his business dealings in person, and he was extra careful while taking over the phone. He knew that his enemies could have gotten a step ahead of him by bugging his hotel phone.

"That's good," (Y/N) took it at face value, nodding her head with a smile on her lips. She sighed as she checked her watch then. "The call's gonna run out soon, Tom," she pointed out, knowing that the coin that she stuck into the slot only got her a few minutes. She was already dreading going back to her house.

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Meet...Cute? | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Another lovely barmaid, another spy, right? At least that's what Tommy Shelby's thinking when he stumbles upon the Garrison's newest hire, and he lets his thoughts on that become very clear, very fast.

Warnings: langauge, smoking, drinking

Word Count: 3545

A/N: sorry it took a bit to get this posted. I hope you enjoy — I had fun with this prompt. Enjoy! :)

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What started off as a normal day at the pub on Garrison Lane changed rather quickly by two in the afternoon. The textiles factory was on strike, and some of its workers thought that it'd be good to mosey on into the pub instead of supporting the cause that they walked out for. The group was drunk by noon, and drunken men always brought on drunken fights.

Luckily, (Y/N) had Harry there to break it up. All she had to do was serve the belligerent customers and hope that she'd be able to keep her outfit clean. That hope didn't last very long. She was making the rounds to clean up the floor when one of the men rocked to the side, tipping his pint along with it. It went down the front of (Y/N)'s outfit, but thankfully the majority of it got onto her apron.

"S...sorry, miss," the man hiccupped, not saying much more before he turned his attention back to his drinking buddies. (Y/N) just sighed and made an abrupt turn away from the tables. She didn't care if half of the floor wasn't cleaned, she needed to get the smell of beer off of her.

So she dropped her bucket by the bar and went to the lavatory, quickly discarding her apron and taking a wet towel to try and get the spots of stout out of the blouse she had on. Of course, that only served to make larger wet spots, and she was left with the only option of tucking her blouse further into her skirt. She hissed slightly at the feeling of the wetness against her stomach, but she knew she had to get used to it.

"(Y/N)! Bar's backing up!" Harry's voice came from outside the door, making her sigh once more.

"I'll be right out, Harry!" she called back to him, smoothing her hair down in the mirror before she took a deep breath and walked to the door.

Upon returning to the pub's main area, she saw several people waiting at her bar. So she immediately got to filling orders. Things were going smooth until she got to the last man who was perched up against the counter. Something about him made the breath get caught in her throat.

"What can I get you, sir?" she asked hoping her words came out confidently enough.

"Are you new here?" he asked her a question instead of giving his order, his blue eyes boring into hers in an intense gaze that she couldn't rip herself from regardless of how hard she tried.

"I am. Arthur hired me a week ago," (Y/N) answered the question despite her apprehensions. There was just something about this guy that made her feel the need to answer to him.

"Arthur..." the man scoffed, shaking his head slightly, "did he ask for any background history on you?"

(Y/N)'s eyebrows furrowed at his question. Why would he care what her boss did or did not do during the hiring process? "Not really, no. He asked about any prior experience I had, but that was about it," and yet here she was still answering his questions.

"You have any prior experience?" he didn't let up.

"Very little. My great uncle had a winery. I helped him around the place when I was an early teenager."

"And you're from where?"

This question came completely out of nowhere. (Y/N) was starting to get confused by this man's motive. "You need to know that why?" she finally asked him a question of her own, her eyebrows raised slightly.

"Are you going to answer my question?" he deflected her once again, his eyebrows raising also as he held his intense stare on her.

"Bordesley. I moved there three months ago," she answered what he'd previously asked.

"You move there three months ago and you decide to make the trek into Small Heath and find work at this pub...?" the way he phrased his statement made it sound like he was asking her a question; like she was now in the middle of an interrogation.

She was starting to lose her patience with this man. Trying to control herself and remain professional, she said her words through gritted teeth, "there was an advertisement in the paper and I inquired about it. My boss liked me, so he gave me the job."

The man had nothing ready to say in response to her statement. He clicked his tongue off of the roof of his mouth and nodded his head, as if he was saying 'ah' nonverbally.

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Saw your requests are open so I was wondering if you could write for eddie x reader.

I've been thinking about reader knowing eddie from school but not being friends or anything, and she works at some design/printing place. One day Eddie comes in with his drawing for the hellfire shirts - a bit lost and bummed out cause he thinks the design is still missing something and also he has no idea how to actually go about making the shirts - but the reader is very helpful and the two realize it's a start of a very interesting relationship? :)

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Hello love and thank you so much for this, because it is such a cute request 💚 AND an interesting one due to the job and everything. So I hope I nailed it and you like it!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader Word count: 2331 Warning/Tags: fluff, shy Eddie (here and there), I don't really see anything else (let me know if I missed anything)💚

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Help! I Need Somebody

You loved working at the print store, had been overjoyed when you’d gotten the job, because you always spent a lot of money here, which you could now save up for something else. Most of the things you needed to print to make your own shirts or whatever else tickled your fancy were now a lot cheaper and sometimes, your boss even let you have them for free, because he was so happy with your work. You were always friendly to the customers, had a smile on your lips, and while that made it easier to get through the day, it was also not lost on the customers, who came more frequently now that you were working there. Most of the time, you worked the weekends or after school. Sometimes, your money didn’t even make it home, because you spent it either in the record shop or on new art supplies, but the rest that did make it home, ended up in the envelope in your drawer.

The bell above the door rang on a lazy Saturday afternoon, announcing a new customer. You’d been in the back getting some new paper. It was warm and sunny outside, so there weren’t a lot of people visiting today. The last person had been here about an hour ago, so you’d been able to do some more organising in the back. Most people were spending their time outside, enjoying the sun, working in their gardens, and you envied them for a moment. Then again, you felt much better being productive here than laying around in the sun doing nothing.

“Just a second!” you called out to let the person know that there was someone there in case they needed some help. There were copy machines that the customers could operate themselves, but most of them still wanted the help, someone to talk to.

With the heavy paperstacks in your arms, you walked back to the front, hardly able to see anything, but you knew where you were going. What you didn’t have in mind, was that the customer could be in the way, and that was exactly what happened. You walked straight into that person.

“Ah shit!” you yelped, balancing the paper, while strong fingers wrapped around your upper arms.

“Whoa, hey there!” A familiar voice said, but you couldn’t see him yet. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just need to-” You stopped yourself, trying to heave the paper up, but he helped you, taking half of the packages off you, waiting for you to tell him where to put them. And then you saw who was standing in front of you. Eddie Munson, probably one of the last people you’d expected to walk in here. It wasn’t like you really knew him, but you went to school together, so you’d obviously seen him around, even had a course or two together, but you’d never really talked. “Over there.”

“Sure thing.” With ease, Eddie plopped the paper down where you wanted it, then watched you put the rest right next to his.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, y/n.” He caught you by surprise when he addressed you by your name. Well, yes, it wasn’t like you were strangers who saw each other for the first time, but you never would have thought that he’d know your name. Your surprise must have shown on your face, because he chuckled. “Didn’t think I knew your name, did you?”

“No,” you answered honestly, your lips turning up into a smile. “I mean we’ve never talked before… So why should you know my name?” You knew his, but Eddie was the person pretty much everyone knew, because of all the rumours and whatnot. Not that you gave a rat’s ass about what people said, because they said stupid stuff about you as well, but it certainly made his name well known throughout the town.

“Because you’re interesting and I’ve seen you around always drawing something in your notebook, so I’ve always been curious about what you were drawing. And I mean we have English together as well as biology.” Not that he was there all the time, but you’d certainly captured his eye, paying attention to class while drawing in your notebook when you weren’t taking down notes.

“You’ve been watching me, mh?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the look on his face, like a deer caught in the headlights, when he realised what he’d just said.

“Not in a creepy way!” Jesus, Eddie, get a grip. “Just in a… that’s interesting kinda way, you know? Making me curious.”

“But you never asked me about it.” You weren’t unapproachable, were you? Just sometimes caught in your own bubble when you were concentrating on your art projects, especially when you were trying to capture a moment or the look on someone’s face.

“I wanted to, but I guess… I didn’t really work up the courage to come and talk to you.” Eddie scratched the back of his neck, cheeks turning a shade of red that you wished you could capture and put on paper right now, because it was so beautiful.

“Oh, I’m that terrifying, huh?” you said with a laugh, shaking your head. “Didn’t take you for the shy type.” Definitely not, but it was refreshing to see a different side to the person who stepped on lunch tables during break and delivered speeches to his friends and anyone else around who was willing to listen - and those who didn’t, still had the chance to leave or ignore him. He was fascinating, but he wasn’t here to talk to you, was he?

“Anyway,” you said before he could react to your words. “What can I help you with?”

“Yes… right…” Eddie mumbled, still trying to collect himself, because of your previous words. No, you weren’t terrifying, but apparently, he was getting a bit shy in your presence. Because you were so open, you laughed and smiled at him without trouble and didn’t back away like a lot of people did due to his reputation, which made you only more interesting. “I wanted to make some shirts for our Dungeons and Dragons club, and I came up with a kind of logo…” He reached in his back pocket to pull out the piece of paper he’d drawn it upon. “I feel it’s not really… finished, like something is missing, but I want to get this on shirts to surprise the others.”

He handed you the drawing and you looked it over. It looked great already, but he was right, there was something missing.

“Maybe, I can help with that. I mean, it looks amazing, but I have an idea, if that’s alright?”

“Yes, of course!” Eddie’s face lit up, because he’d secretly hoped to get some help from you. He hadn’t seen any of your drawings yet, but he knew that you must be good, creative at least, because otherwise you wouldn’t spend so much time doing that.

With a big grin on your face, you turned first towards the copy machine, so that you could make a copy of his work, because you didn’t want to just draw on the original. That one went back to Eddie and you took the other one with you behind the counter. Eddie followed you, but stayed on the other side to watch what you were doing. His eyes landed on your fingers, mesmerised by the way the pencils glided over the paper, like you didn’t even think about what you were doing, and maybe you didn’t, because you already knew what you wanted to add to his drawing.

You reached for the red pencil, tongue stuck between your lips as you added some colour to the existing parts and to the bits you’d drawn yourself. When you were finished, you looked back up at Eddie.

“Look, it’s more even when you put another dice on the other side and not just the D20, so I added the D4 as well-”

“You know what these are?” Eddie said, visibly surprised and even a bit enamoured with you. That was definitely nothing he’d expected.

“Sure!” You cocked your head to the side. “That’s what you didn’t expect, right?”

“Well…” He bit his lip, before he shrugged his shoulders. “Not really to be honest.”

“To be honest, I haven’t played Dungeons and Dragons, but I read up on it, ‘cause I got curious and even got a character sheet that I started on.”

“Really?” Now, that really piqued his interest. It was something he was so passionate about, and here you were telling him that it was something you were interested in as well.

“I’m not gonna tell you about it. Maybe later. After all, you’re here because of this.” You pointed towards the drawing, on the table in front of you. You knew that the questions were burning on his tongue, but telling him about your character when he knew so much about it, made you a little shy all of a sudden. Your character wasn’t finished after all, and you could really use some help, if you ever wanted to pursue playing actively. “Apart from the dice, I just added a little bit of colour. Now, I don’t know if you wanted it to be just black and white, but I just thought that the red and yellow add a little more depth and make it look even more badass.”

“No, no, you’re totally right!” Eddie’s eyes were glued to the drawing, while his mind was still racing with the information that you were interested in DnD. “This really makes it perfect. Thank you!” Eddie gave you a dazzling smile, that made you feel the heat creep up your neck all of a sudden.

“Pleasure! So, do you know how you want to put it on a shirt?” You came back around the counter, the new drawing in hand. “I mean, you could paint it on the shirt by hand, but that takes some of your time away. You could also order some printed shirts with that, which isn’t exactly cheap. The cheapest version and the one that saves you the most time, is this.” You rummaged through a drawer before you pulled out what you were looking for, and held it up.

“And… that is what exactly?” To Eddie, it looked like just another piece of paper, maybe a bit thicker, but he really didn’t know what you wanted with that.

“That, my friend, will transfer your drawing onto a shirt.” A crooked smile was still playing on your lips when you nodded your head, gesturing for him to follow you to the printer in the back. “We print the picture on this, and then you just need to put it face down on the shirt, flat iron it, leave the iron on it for some time, but move it around a little so it doesn’t overheat, and voila, you have your finished shirt.”

“Are you serious?”

“Absolutely! How do you think I make my shirts?”

“Wait, you made them yourself?” Eddie’s eyes widened in surprise. He’d admired your shirts every now and then but hadn’t told you, and now he found out that you’d made the designs yourself? Amazing!

“Yeah… not all of them like this, I hand paint some of them, but generally speaking… yeah.” You focused on the printer, put the right paper in that you’d need for this and started printing the first one.

“Well, then I have to tell you, that you’re doing awesome work with them. Because I always wondered where you got clothes like that from, because I thought they were so cool.”

“Oh… thank you. Most people just look at me weird because I do not dress like them, but at least this-” you gestured towards your own body, your clothes “-is me and not something everybody else wants to see or wears around here.” Yes, you were proud to express your personality, and that your parents had given up on trying to talk you out of it.

“You should know by now that I’m not most people,” Eddie said with a wink, making you smile.

“Yeah, I picked up on that.” You reached for the finished paper and held it up to him. “Now, you just have to iron it on a shirt.”

“Can we get a couple more?” Eddie inspected the print, traced his fingers over the outlines, smiling to himself. Yes, now, it was really perfect, and the others would love it as well.

“Sure!” You set to work, put a few more of these special papers in before you let them get printed.

“Thank you… for all your help. I was really stuck but didn’t want to wait any longer.”

“It was no problem. I mean, it looked great before already, and you could have gotten that printed-”

“Nonono, it’s better this way. You’re right about the colours.” Something he really hadn’t paid any attention to, but now that you’d added them, he couldn’t even imagine the logo without them. “So, about that DnD character of yours…”

“I told you, I’m not finished… kinda stuck.”

“Ahh, now see, that’s what I am an expert in. You helped me with this, I can help you with your character sheet. And you can even join us for the next campaign, if you want, see what it really is like. Maybe you’ll enjoy it.”

“Are you serious?” Your eyes lit up, because you’d been dying to find out what it was like to actually play.

“Of course I am!”

“Okay, Munson, you got yourself a deal.” With a bright smile on your lips, you reached out your hand. When Eddie grabbed it and shook it, you knew you’d found a new friend, someone who was as passionate about the things he loved as you. Ignoring the tingles that started to move up from your arm, coursing through your whole body in the end, you were just happy to have made a new friend.

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Felt like crying, so I came to you, my friend! Mc and Mammon went out shopping, specifically to buy gifts for his brothers, as an apology. When they get back home they are met with hostility. They berate Mammon until Mc screams at them to shut up, then rips into each of them for their treatment of Mammon. Then finishes with "Don't expect Mammon to stay here when he can live with me in the humanworld. I'm done with you. Mammon, lets go, you deserve better, love" and leaves w/ Mammon. Thank you!

You came to me because you felt like crying and that gives me two (2) things to think about. 1.) I'm apparently someone who people see as a tissue? 2.) My angst is just THAT good. Also! Apparently today is rain on Mammon day and I'm here for it not me avoiding my exam to write these things

Warning: uh.... Angst?

Soul-Searching (MAMMON X GN!READER ft. THE BROTHERS)

“You know, I’m proud of you for suggesting this.” Truly, you were. Mammon was your favorite and you felt for him, but you also completely understood where his brothers came from. At first, it honestly annoyed you as well; the constant stealing, the lying… You tried blaming it on his avatar, but even then it doesn’t explain the lying that comes with it. However, you do realize that it’s a habit and it’s a habit that is hard to fix, so instead of constantly getting onto him like the rest, you tried to understand him a bit more and give him some life advice. So far, you have managed to get Mammon to give back all the things he has recently taken from his brothers, and some of them even got an apology. You’ll be working on how to properly apologize, though, because oof, that was a mess. 

And now? Now you managed to take a small trip with him downtown to at least attempt to make things better. Mammon is now, or at least today, using his own money to buy some things that his brothers would be fond of: a new vinyl player for Lucifer (non-cursed), a new Ruri-chan t-shirt for Leviathan, a neck pillow for Satan because lord knows he has some cramps back there with the way he leans over and down to read his books. Then some perfume for Asmodeus that he had been swooning about, a gift card to Beel’s favorite restaurant for the glutton, and a heated blanket for Belphie. You were proud, truly, that Mammon wanted to do this. As a matter of fact, he was the one who suggested it. “Maybe… uh.. I could… ya know… buy somethin’ they like” is what he said. You were just excited and agreed to help. 

Now you were going back to the house with a few shopping bags and ice cream almost fully eaten. You paid for the ice cream, as a way to reward Mammon, and you’re sure he’s secretly thanking you for that because some of these items truly did burn a hole into his credit card, which is partially his fault. “Lucifer deserves more than some random vinyl player.” his words, not yours. Also “satan needs one of them neck pillows that massage it, too!” again, his words. So yeah, some money was definitely spent on these items, but… once again, you were proud. “I think they’ll love everything, Mam. They’d be fools if they didn’t.” Hearing you say that made Mammon feel a lot better, honestly, and a small rush of confidence came to the surface “Ya betcha they will! Nothin’ but the best from the Great Mammon!” You just laughed. 

However, upon arrival, it was a different sight. As a matter of fact, you barely made it through the door before Beel was grumbling something about Mammon eating his custard, which is true, but it’s just a custard? “MAAMMMOONNN!!” and then there was Lucifer who appeared so fast you wondered if he was even real. He went on a whole rant about how irresponsible Mammon is and how another bill came in the mail that talks about Mammon’s debt. Satan and Belphegor teamed up to show empty hands, which left both you and Mammon confused, but then “do you see anything here? No? That’s because you sold our belongings, Mammon!” Mammon can be lucky that Leviathan was still holed up in his room because he just remembered that he also, at some point in the past, sold one of Levi’s figures. Asmodeus came last and honestly he wasn’t mad, he was just annoyed. “I saw you go through my things, Mammon. Nothing was taken, but it was still so incredibly rude!” 

Next followed a screaming match which was basically just Mammon trying to defend himself, trying to show the bags and apologize, but none of them would have it. It irritated you. Yes, they had every right to be mad because personal belongings should stay with their owner(s), but at the same time, they didn’t even give Mammon a chance to explain, especially after he’s been holding the bags up and attempting to apologize. “You’re so stupid, Mammon” “StupidMammon” “so irresponsible. You know better than that. Do you need another time out session, Mammon?” “I can’t believe you’d go through my stuff again!” by now your eyes were twitching and the voices echoing off the walls surely didn’t help your case. One more word and you’d snap, surely, especially since Mammon’s hand is now shaking and you grabbing it did nothing at all. “We would be better off without you.”

Ah yes, there it is. The final straw. The amount of anger boiling inside you right now isn’t even manageable anymore and you’re surprised that Satan, as the Avatar of Wrath, has yet to notice it. “Shut up! Shut up, Shut up, Shut up! All of you!” You yanked Mammon behind you, almost protectively and Belphegor found the need to laugh at it. “Really? You’re going to protect him?” Oh, there. That’s your first victim. “Are you really that dense, Belphegor, or is sleep still clouding your brain cells? That is your brother you’re currently making fun of and I don’t know about you, but I was taught that family sticks together, blood related or by choice. So how about you get your head out of dreamland, take this stupid heated blanket that he bought for you, as an apology, and wake up for a second.” yes, you did throw the bag at him and then you pointed your finger at Beel. You’d regret later on that you’re tearing into him as well because Beel means well at the end of the day, but still, he was also part of this. 

“You’re my least worry, Beel. Honestly you’re too caught up in your burgers and brawns to care for a second that your brother tries very hard to be liked by all of you. Sad, really.” you threw the card at him too. As a matter of fact, you threw all of the bags right in front of them. “And then Asmo.. oh my God, first of all, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Shocker, I know. If you were half as empathetic toward your family as you are obsessed with yourself, maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to always go party and drink your life away. Oh, I’m sorry, did that hit just a little too hard? Can’t be harder than the hangovers you wake up with on a regular basis.” You glared at him before turning your attention to Satan. “Honestly, if you weren’t such a baby inside I may actually be scared of you. You always complain about how stupid he is, how he needs to just learn, but you? What do you do all day? You hole yourself up in your room and read about worlds that you wish you could enter. News flash: you’d die before you had the chance to say hello. People don’t like self-proclaimed assholes. Mammon IS smart. He’s very talented, too, but you’re too far up in Shakespeare’s ass that you fail to realize that everyone has knowledge in different fields of life. Give me a break.” 

Satan was about to retort but you already moved on to Levi. “and you! Let’s be honest, if it weren’t for you wallowing in self-pity and fake depression, you would have absolutely no personality traits. What are you again? The Avatar of Envy? How about instead of being envious of others’ accomplishments, you actually start working on yourself. It’s truly pathetic that a couple millenia old demon’s only purpose in life is ramen and self inflicted emotional pain. Seriously, what are you? A pitiful loner? I can’t even begin to empathize with you in any way, shape, or form.” Your blood was boiling right now and maybe if they hadn’t attacked Mammon like they did, you would’ve felt bad about Levi’s sad face right now, but there was still one person left to deal with.”

“And you… beautiful, responsible, way-too-good-for-you older brother, Lucifer.” He’s been glaring at you this whole time, arms crossed over his chest but you stood your ground. You’re not quite sure how you managed, but you did. “You call yourself the best, the most responsible. You constantly say this family would fall apart without you, but that’s not it, is it? I think you’re just lonely. You force these six to be by you, to respect you and borderline worship you. Not because you deserve it…” you chuckled, shaking your head, “no. You’re just so sad that Daddy and Michael left you, mocked you, that you turned your sadness into anger and took it out on these six, but especially Mammon. Why? Because you see yourself in him. You call him your favorite brother, but it’s not because he actually is… he just reminds you of everything you used to be: fun, reckless, and feeling. Now you’re just cold, mean, and bitter. Don’t bother calling yourself the mighty first because without him you would be neither. Maybe if you pulled that stick out of your arse and actually tried to get to know your brothers, maybe you wouldn’t be so lonely all the time. Family, right? That’s what you want. How about you start acting like one.” 

You shook your head after that, grabbing Mammon’s hand and kicking the bags in front of you before dragging Mammon back out the door. “Those are for you, by the way. Not that you deserve them, but they’re Mammon’s way of apologizing for all the things you accused him of the minute he set foot into the house. Have fun. We’re going to the castle and, if we’re lucky, to a real home.” 

[serenity-songbird]

Reader x Jumin oneshot where the reader is Yoosung’s second cousin and came to visit him from America?

Yoosung was ecstatic.

You were coming to visit!!!

He remembers when it was just him, Rika, and you against the world. People called you three the Cinnamon Bun trio. Because the three of you were always so sweet, kind, and loving.

It wasn't the same when your family moved to America during your third year of high school. You were 2 years older than Yoosung and always acted mature for your age.

He would always go to your for advice or for help in his studies. You were really smart and explained things in an easier to understand method. He missed you a lot...

You were gone across the world and then he lost Rika 3 years after...It was hard.

But! You were coming back to visit and this time it wasn't because of a family death!

He wanted you to have fun and maybe he could convince you to move back here in South Korea!

He blew up an air mattress (that he would sleep on and you can take the much more comfy bed. You were a guest afterall). Then, he spent the days cleaning his home from top to bottom. It was a deep clean he had never done before...after all the disgusting things he saw...maybe he should do deep cleaning more often...😖😖😖 He even went grocery shopping and bought actually ingredients for real food. Wow. He had gotten a temporary part time job so he could afford all the extra items he got for your stay here. He even got a few cheap home decor he thought you'd like to make the house look nice.

You were an important guest.

He was so busy doing all his chores and working (and studying sleeping in school) that he hadn't even logged into the messanger for a week.

He stared at his home in awe. It was like he was in a different apartment. As he was about to finally relax, his doorbell rang frantically. He groaned in annoyance and got up.

"Why are they ringing so much? Hold on please I'm opening the door!" Yoosung called out and thankfully the knocker stopped.

He had barely opened the door before a frantic Zen rushed in.

"Yoosung! Where have you been?! You haven't been responding to our calls or texts and haven't logged into the Messanger. We were all worried sick!!!"

"Ooowww." Yoosung rubbed his check where the door slapped him the face. "What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine. I've just been busy working and making the house look nice."

Zen looked at Yoosung in surprise. "Oh. You mean that place you were hired at 4 months ago. I thought you would've quit by now..." Zen muttered to himself.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!"

"It means that we were waiting for you to get tired and quit like you always do."

Yoosung's eyebrow twitched. He was going to quit on the day he was going to pick you up so he can collect his last check and spend more time with you. But now he just wanted to stay to prove a point.

...

Nah. He was still going to quit.

"I just needed money to get (Y/N) some stuff. They are going to be here in 2 days so I wanted to make the house spotless. Didn't mean to ghost you guys."

"(Y/N)? Who's that?" Then Zen gasped and pulled Yoosung into a headlock. "Wait! Did you do all this to impress someone? Are they your girl/boyfriend?" After seeing his friend was okay, he was relived and was now calmer and more playful.

"Ack! No way! (Y/N) is my second cousin. Don't you remember? You may have never met them but they were a big part of Rika and I's childhood! Anyway, their going to stay here for 2 weeks and I wanted to make the house more comfortable for them to stay in. Maybe I can convince then to come back home and live here again." By now Yoosung and Zen were sitting on the couch. Zen now more relieved since his friend was okay.

"Oh! Yeah I remember! The one who moved to America, right?"

"Yup! That's them! I can't wait to see them I haven't seen them since...since a few weeks after Rika's funeral...I remember how upset they were when they wasn't able to attend the funeral...It wasn't their fault since they were really sick and had to be hospitalized...At least they ended up okay..." Yoosung paused in a moment of sadness. Zen frowned and remembered what Yoosung had said before.

"Wait. Did you say you wanted to convince them to move back here? Are they looking for a new house or something?" He had quickly changed the subject.

"Oh! No they're not currently looking to move...But I feel like I can totally convince them!" Yoosung brightened up. For a moment Zen stared at him in confusion.

"But don't they have a life and a job back in America? Moving suddenly is a little rash, don't you think? Plus what if they like living there? They might not want to move." Zen tried to reason with him.

"Well, I think they will be more happy here! All I have to show them is how great Korea is! Once they remember, they will definitely want to come back. My plan is foolproof!"

Zen wanted to say something, but after a week of worrying, he knew if he continued it would result in a fight and didn't want to get in an argument right now. He knew how Yoosung was.

So he left it alone for now.

Zen entered the chatroom.

Yoosung entered the chatroom.

Jaehee entered the chatroom.

Jumin entered the chatroom.

707 entered the chatroom.

Yoosung

Guys!!!

Guys!!!

They are almost here!!! I can't wait!!!

Just wait til you guys meet them!!!

I guarantee you'll love them!!!

Jaehee

Yooosung...

I know you are excited to see your cousin...

However...

You have been talking about it nonstop for the past 2 days.

Please.

Stop.

Jumin

I agree.

It's gotten annoying.

707

*Laugh emoji*

Looks like Jaehee has had enough.

Quick!!!

Yoosung keep talking about your cousin!!!

Let's see how mad she can get.

*Pulling down glasses emoji*

Jaehee

*Angry emoji*

Luciel.

Trust me.

You do NOT want to see me anygry.

707

*Scared emoji*

Yoosung!!!

Run!!!

She's out for blood!!!

Yoosung

Ack!!!

Sorry!!!

I'm just excited....

Zen

We understand your excitement, Yoosung.

And truly we can't wait to meet them either.

However

You don't have to announce it everytime you log into the chat...

*Sighing emoji*

Yoosung

Okay...

Got it.

*Crying Emoji*

Oh!!!

By the way Jumin.

Thanks for preparing a ride for us. I'm glad (Y/N) doesn't need to take a taxi.

I prepared a sign so they can find me.

*Sends picture of a colorful, poorly drawn sign saying, "(Y/F/N), welcome back home!!!" It was covered in stickers of some of your favorite things.*

Jaehee

...

Jumin

???

Zen

*Sweatdropping emoji*

...

What does it even say???

Geez, Yoosung.

Did a rainbow puke all over your sign? It's way too colorful.

And I don't mean that in a good way.

707

Lololololololol!!!

They probably won't be able to read the sign with Yoosung's awful handwriting.

Jaehee

Uhm, well it is very...unique

Jumin

Unique is one way to describe it.

I believe the more appropriate term is messy and unorganized.

Yoosung

*Crying Emoji*

Aw, come one guys!

I worked hard on this all night!

Zen

...

Maybe you should have worked a little bit harder...

707

Lololololololol!!!

Yoosung

*Frustrated emoji*

Who cares what you all think!? (Y/N) is going to love it. I put stickers of all their favorite things.

Oh!!!

They're here!!!

I see them I gotta go!!!

Yoosung has left the chat.

Yoosung turned off the Messanger and called out your name. It was hard to hear over the crowd of people, but someone you managed and walked in his direction.

"Yoosung!!!" You glomped him into a hug.

"(Y/N)!!! You made it!!! Do you like the sign I made you.?!" He held it up and you could see the blur of colors mixing in with each other and with the stickers...What does it even say?

You chuckled nervously. "Yeah...I love it. So cool!!!" Yoosung beamed.

"See!!! I knew you'd love it!!!" He grabbed you luggage. "Wait til you see my home!!"

Three and a half hours had passed since Yooosung picked you up and brought you home. You were suprised about the fact that you were in an expensive company car with his own driver. His friends must really be rich...

It was still early in the day. Everything was unpacked and you had settled in. You were tired, but wanted to spend time with Yoosung. You'll have time to sleep when it gets nightime.

Plus you were going to meet his friends soon, so you out on a nice, casual outfit. Gotta dress to impress.

Despite the jet lag, you were having a fun time hanging out with Yoosung's friends. Even V tagged along when he heard you were coming. It was nice to see him and Yoosung again. It was weird without Rika being there...

Jaehee was nice to talk to. You felt that you could become gal pals once you gotten to know each other better. Zen was a bit of a flirt, but he it was interesting to hear about his acting career. Jaehee and Zen both recommended you watch certain plays. You might watch it with Jaehee together some time. Zen was a bit embarrassed about watching his old plays. Seven was a hilariously interesting character. He had you crying laughing by the end of the night. You two were definitely going to pull pranks on the other members with each other. Mostly Yoosung, since he was so gullible.

You, V, and Yoosung caught you on everything that had happened since you last saw them. It was nice to catch up. You were sad that Yoosung and V's friendship had gotten so tense. Yoosung was so hurt over Rika and lost his trust in V...You wish things could be like they were before. But the past is long gone. Still, despite having to constantly stop Yoosung from arguing with V, it was nice to spend time with them again. You had missed this.

You and Jumin really hit it off the most. Since you were already a good friend of V and Rika/Yoosung's cousin he wasn't as closed off as he usually was when meeting new people. (When V heard you were coming, he may have talked you up to Jumin. So Jumin had heard some things about you from him allowing him to understand a bit of the kind of person you were).

Jumin was suprised at how easily you got him to open up to you. This was your first time meeting and within the hours you interacted, he felt like he was meeting up with an old friend. He didn't know why, but he felt comfortable with you.

The next 2 weeks went by in a flash. During that time, you grew closer to all the RFA members, specifically Jumin.

You'd visit C&R when Yoosung was in school. (You had to force him to go for the sake of his future). You would hang out with Jaehee and Jumin when they weren't busy. You would help Jaehee do her work sometimes. (Even though she said it wasn't necessary). You worked so efficiently and effectively that Jumin started to consider hiring you. Jaehee was grateful to get a small break.

It wasn't a surprise when they asked you to become a part of the RFA. V suggested that you take over Rika's position. Since you were just as good, if not better, at communicating with people. You were apprehensive at first due to the fact that you dearly missed Rika and didn't want to be a replacement for her. You didn't think you could do her job justice. But the others members, especially Yoosung, were encouraging and convincing. So. You were now a member of the RFA.

You were currently in Jumin's office waiting for him to return for a meeting. You were leaving tomorrow afternoon and wanted to hang out with Jumin before you left.

You heart fluttered at the thought of the raven-haired male. You had developed feelings for him and while you wanted to confess, you were way too nervous. His the rich business owner of C&R. Surely he had women and men falling at his feet. He'd never go for a normal, boring person such as yourself.

You sighed sadly with you face contorted in frustration and disappointment.

"(Y/N)? Is everthing alright? Your sigh was a bit sad." You jumped when Jaehee inquired about your well-being.

"Jaehee! Oh. You scared me." You hand was over your racing heart.

"Oh, my apologies. I did not mean to frighten you." Jaehee tilted her head in question. "Are you alright. From what I've observed over the past 2 weeks is that you're usually in high spirits or cheery. However, right now you're quiet gloomy."

"A-ah!!!" You turned away from her embarrassed. "You are very...observant Jaehee. But don't worry too much." You waved your dominant hand at her in dismissal. "I'm fine, I'm just sad to leave you all tomorrow. Yoosung's been trying really hard to convince me to stay. But...you know how it is. Trying to find a decent apartment anywhere as well as a new job is such a hassle. Ha haaa..." you chuckled nervously.

"Ah, yes. I understand. I, too, am sad to see you go. However, we still have the Messanger! So you can call us or chat with us anytime!"

"Of course!" You smiled at her.

"Ah, (Y/N). Welcome back. I'm assuming you managed to force Yoosung to go to his classes today?." Jumin walked in and you immediately brightened up.

"Hahaha. Yeeeah. He was trying to skip his calculus test today. I told him I'd buy him dinner at his favorite restaurant if he went." You sighed. "Honestly, what am I going to do with him? I had to teach him how to make quick and easy food recipes. Did you know he has been surviving off of ramen noodles and water?"

"I knew Yoosung had some bad eating habits, but I didn't realize it was that bad. I'm aware of Seven's though. Dr. Pepper and Honey Budda Chips...But because none of us knows where he lives, we can't exactly force him to eat better." Jumin shook his head.

As you two were engaged in your conversation, you didn't notice Jaehee look between the two of you with a knowing smile. She hoped you both happiness with each other. (Plus, you tell Jumin not to over work Jaehee and lately she has been able to take breaks during work and go home earlier to relax. She appreciates you). Jaehee slipped out of the room to give you privacy.

You hadn't notice time flying by as you chatted and helped him with some work related tasks. Being with him was nice. When you looked into his shining eyes, you know you were doomed to fall in love.

Later that night, you sat on the balcony of the hotel you were staying at for the night. You had wanted to visit you home city before you left. However, it was six hours away. Jumin, wanting to make you happy, flew everyone there in his private helicopter. (You and Yoosung were so excited as you'd never been in one before). You felt bad for Zen though. He had gotten airsick.

After guiding them through the city and having a delicious meal it had gotten late. So Jumin suggested for everyone to stay at C&R's local hotel for the night and fly back tomorrow morning. So here you were in the penthouse balcony silently crying and sniffling.

You didn't want to go back.

"(Y/N)?"

You gasped and spun around so quickly that it made you dizzy. Jumin had fast reflexes so he grabbed you so you wouldn't fall.

"Th-Thank you." You blushed and glanced away from him, while quickly wiping your tears. You couldn't look him in the eye due to your embarrassment of getting caught crying.

"So Jumin, Wh-what brings you out here so late? Everyone else is sleeping. Why aren't you?"

"I could ask you the same thing." He wiped a stray tear away. "Why are you crying? You're not hurt, are you? Did one of the employees make you upset? If so, just tell me their name and I will have them fired."

You couldn't help but laugh at that.

"No no. It's nothing like that. I just-" you cut yourself off. You didn't want to say.

"You just what, (Y/N). It's alright. You can tell me. If you're worried about judgement, I assure you I won't think less of you. We can keep this just between us. After all, I care for you dearly and I would never harm you." Jumin boldly took your hand and kissed the back of it. You couldn't help it as your blush darkened.

"I-I...W-Well you see...I..." you shyly glanced up to witness his gentle, caring expression. He was still holding your hand and was now rubbing circles. Slowly, you moved your hands so they were now cupping the hand he held took hand with. Feeling brave, you guided your closed hands to your forehead as you looked down at the floor. "I don't want to go home..."

You haven't even told Yoosung this, you weren't planning to tell anyone out of embarrassment and shame. Yet, you felt so comfortable with Jumin. Everything just came spilling out.

"I was fired from my job as an account. The job may have been frustrating and annoying, but it paid really good money. I-I didn't even do anything wrong! My boss was just so...so...so awful! They would constantly harass me and shamelessly flirt with me when no one was watching. When I finally reported them, it turned out that they were friends with HR and together they turned it around on me. I got fired for 'putting a false charge on my boss' and got ridiculed for it. No one would believe me. I've spent months trying to find a new job, but no one would hire me because of my last job. I've been having to do odd jobs to make money a-and pull out of my savings to pay the Bill's. I even had to sell some of my belongings! I don't know what to do! The reason I came here was because I just needed to get away. I didn't want to tell anyone because it's just so frustrating and I didn't want you thinking less of me for being so weak. I don't...I don't know what I'm supposed to do now..."

You sniffled as you trembled and cried. It wasn't fair. What did you do to deserve this? Was Jumin going to believe you? Or would he call you a liar too?

You hadn't expected him to pull you into a hug and stroke your head. You were stiff as first before your lips trembled and you buried your face in his shoulder and squeezed him. He let you cry out your frustrations.

Once you had finally calmed down, you used your long sleeve pajamas to wipe your face of snot and tears. It was disgusting, but you were to upset to care.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to just cry like that." You sniffed. "And I got your pajama shirt all wet. I'm sorry."

"There's no need to apologize. I can tell you've been stressed for quite some time. What your boss did was unacceptable and you ended up paying the price. I assure you, he will not he getting away with this. What is his name and where does he work?" Jumin pulled out his phone was about to call someone before you stopped him.

"A-ah please don't! I just want to forget about it. There is nothing that can be done anyway. Let's just please drop it."

"(Y/N). What your boss did was not okay. Because of him, you suffered for months. I-" You placed a finger on his lips to stop him.

"Hey. I know you're trying to help and I am really glad you believe me. I just...I don't want to think about it anymore. I want to move on with my life and just find a good job and a new home. So please...forget about it...for me?"

Jumin studied you for a moment. He could tell you were clearly upset. For your sake, he would stop talking about it. However, that doesn't mean he won't ask Luciel to find dirt on your old boss and make them pay.

"Very well. If you insist." He put his phone in his pocket. "Allow me to offer up a suggestion then. You can work for me along side Jaehee as my secondary assistant. It pays good money and it would allow both Jaehee and myself with less work. Since you are a born citizen of Korea, I see no trouble in you moving back here and finding a home. I understand you have stuff at home, so I can hire a trusted moving company to pack and ship your belongings here. You don't have to go home if you do not wish. I'd have no problem with you staying in home. Elizabeth the 3rd has taken quite a liking to you so she'd have no problem with it. What do you say, (Y/N)? Will that work for you?"

"Yes...okay...Th-that would be wonderful... Thank you...thank you so much!" You pulled him to your lips and kissed him in pure happiness without thinking. But then you realized what you did and pulled away. "Ah!!! I'm so sorry!!! I don't know what came over me!!! I just-"

You were stunned. Was it really that simple? No it couldn't be that easy...But...looking into Jumin's eyes, you could tell he was serious. Maybe he could do it. You wouldn't know unless you gave it a shot.

Jumin silenced you by wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you back in. The kiss was sweet and gentle. You both held each other and poured all your emotions out. You both had wanted to do this for the past few days and now that it was happening, you cherished the moment.

"Hey (Y/N)? Are you in her-WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY COUSIN?!?!?!"

Zen entered the chatroom.

(Username) entered the chatroom.

Jumin entered the chatroom.

Jaehee entered the chatroom.

Yoosung entered the chatroom.

707 entered the chatroom.

Yoosung

*Crying emoji*

(Y/N)!!!

Please don't make me go!!!

I'll do anything!!!

(Username)

Yoosung, you have to take your calculus test.

You already flunked the last one.

Plus, she was nice enough to let you retake it.

DON'T make her regret it.

*Arms crossed emoji*

Zen

(Y/N) is right, Yoosung.

You're never going to pass college if you don't study...

Jaehee

*Sighing emoji*

It's a good thing (Y/N) is here.

Thanks to the. Yoosung is doing better in school.

Both academically and attendance wise.

Jumin

My darling has also helped Luciel eat healthy and helped Jaehee and Myself with work.

Aren't they such an angel?

💙💙💙

(Username)

💜💜💜

Zen

My darling?

Ugh...

(Y/N)...

How can you stand him?

*Angry emoji*

Yoosung

AGH!!!

Did Jumin just type hearts?!?!?!

Who are you?!?!?!

Jaehee

It is quite unsettling isn't it?

But work isn't so bad anymore, so I'm not complaining.

I've finally going to be able to go see Zen's new play.

*Dancing emoji*

707

Awww.

Aren't they cute?

But I'm still trying to figure out how (Y/N) found out where I lived.

Come on (Y/N)!!!

Tell me!!!

How did you best the great 707!!!

(Username)

It's a secret...

*Shushing emoji*

707

T_T

So mean...

Yoosung

Oh!!!

Did you guys see the news?!

Apparently, (Y/N)'s old boss finally got caught for their harassment of their employees.

*Angry emoji*

It's about time someone put that jerk back in their place!!!

I hope they gets what they deserve for what they put (Y/N) and the others through.

Zen

Yeah!!!

*Angry emoji*

Who do they think they are?!

Harrassment is not okay!!!

Jumin

I agree.

It looks like Karma finally caught up. ^^

Yoosung

Ack!!!

*Scared emoji*

707

Lol!!!

The smiley face of doom is back.

Zen

Jumin...

You didn't have anything to do with that...

Did you?

707

O.o

Did he?

*Shrugging emoji*

Who knows?

Jaehee

Wait a moment...

Did you???

Did Luciel...help you.

You are both...suspicious...

(Username)

Actually...

Didn't you say, the two of you were doing something together just last week.

Jumin

What do you mean?

It is clear Karma would catch up to him sooner or later.

I just sit back and watch. ^^

707

Yeah!!!

It could have been any other hacker who leaked out the videos to the public.

*Shurgging emoji*

(Username)

...

*Sweatdrop emoji*

Zen

...

*Sweardropping emoji*

You two just basically admitted it...

Yoosung

The boss deserved it!!!

So good rinse!!!

You sighed to yourself.

You should have known he would've done something like that. He was you boyfriend afterall.

You glanced over at him through the meeting room glass.

As you two locked eyes, he flashed you that breathtaking smirk. You gently smiled and waved back at him.

You were so in love with him. You were glad you got fired, because now you have an even better job with the man you love.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

[darkmulti]

(Yandere and non con warning)

Def not the only one who wants a 18th century h.c of possessive and controlling, husband!Jungkook x forced wife!reader. Jungkook gets jealous after witnessing another man asking you out and when you come back home at night, he breeds you. Please make it rough and non con. Thank you❤️‍🔥

-> you’re definitely not the only one. I can assure you that I’ve thought about this too many times😫

⚠️: NON CON, YANDERE!JUNGKOOK, Squirting/piss play, Physically, mental and emotional abuse, spit play,

-> sorry for any mistakes

Your parents owned a local bakery store

All the recipes were from your late grandmother

You spent almost all of your time there because you were in charge of everything

The store was under your parents’ name but you were the one running it

Sometimes, you even slept there because it’d be too late to walk home

Your dedication to the bakery made it successful

Although, you were the one doing all the work, you parents took all the credit and money

They weren’t paying you because you’re their child

They don’t need to pay you

“It’s a women’s place.” Your father said

You wanted to go back to school however, your parents laughed in your face

“School aren’t for girls, Y/N. Learn how to cook and clean. That’s all you need to know. Let the men handle everything else.”

You were tired of fighting with them and eventually stopped because they threatened to set you up in an arrange marriage

Now, it was just you and the bakery

You had many loyal customers and recently, one has been coming everyday, at the same time

He’d always buy a loaf of banana bread and if he was in a good mood, a blueberry muffin as well

Then, he’d sit in the corner table and eat two - three slices before getting up and leaving

He’d always leave a tip behind and you always kept it for yourself

One day, he didn’t come and you were surprised

For a year straight, he came and bought the same two things

Now, he hasn’t visited in 4 days

Tonight, you came back home for the first time in a while

Your parents had visited the bakery to collect “their” earnings and told you that you have to go somewhere with them that evening

After closing up and cleaning up, you went home and got ready

Your parents were taking you out for dinner as a treat for all your hard work

You were really excited because they were finally acknowledging your hard work

Once you arrived at the restaurant, your parents lead you to a table that already had three people seated

You immediately recognize one of them

It’s that guy who buys your banana loaf!

You sat in front of him while your parents greeted the two other strangers

“Oh, so this is your daughter? She’s gorgeous! Come here and give me a hug.”

You awkwardly chuckled and got up to hug the middle aged women

“Oh! Where are my manners? My name is Jeon F/N, this is my husband, Jeon F/N and this is our son, Jeon Jungkook. We’re your soon to be in laws!”

You heart dropped to the floor

“I-in laws?” You asked, confused

“Yeah, honey. Is this your first time hearing about this? We’ve been talking to your parents for a while now.”

You snapped your head towards you parents and they looked emotionless

“No, no they didn’t tell me anything.”

Dinner with them was hell

Your parents were talking about your wedding arrangements right in front of you

You didn’t know what to do

You wanted to rebel but then your parents would disown you

Just like that, you’d be homeless with little money to survive

In the end, you’d be paying the heavy price

You looked at Jungkook who was staring at you the whole time

You wondered if he knew about this

Maybe, that’s why he came to the bakery everyday

“Did you know anything about this?” You said loud enough for him to hear

“I did.”

“For how long?”

“Since last year.”

You eyes widen, in shock

You were right!

“Why didn’t you stop it?”

“Why would I stop it when I’m the one who wants it?”

You scrunch your eyebrows, in confusion

“What’re you talking about?”

“Since the first day I met you, I wanted to marry you. I told my parents and now, we’re getting married.”

Now, you were mad

You got up and stormed off, catching everyone’s attention

You walked to the bakery and locked yourself in

Here, you thought your parents were acknowledging you for first time, when they were actually setting you up for a marriage so they don’t have to take care of you

You cried yourself to sleep that night

The next couple of weeks, the bakery was closed due to your wedding

The wedding was spectacular

You would’ve love it if you weren’t being forced into a marriage

After the wedding, Jungkook took your precious virginity

He made sure to pleasure you until you passed out

He was so in love with you

Now, he was finally able to show you how much he loved you

And mark you as his

The next couple of months, he was attached to you

He took over his family’s business and you took over your family’s business

He’d visit you every day at work to check if you’re with another man

He was so paranoid about it, sometimes he’d come by 3 or 4 times to make sure you were not cheating

You thought he missed you and that’s why he kept stopping by (which is half true) however, you had no idea that he was possessive and controlling

You had to learn the hard way

Sometimes, you wouldn’t leave work until midnight

You had so much things to do like preparing for the next day, making a to-do list, making a grocery lists, and cleaning every area of the shop

It’s time consuming, so obviously you finish up pretty late

Jungkook absolutely hates that

Although you stay late in the shop once in a while, he can’t stand it

He wants you to be in his arms every night

Jungkook gets angry when you’re not

This was your fourth time staying out late in the shop and he’s had enough

He couldn’t help but feel paranoid about what you were actually doing in the shop

What if you lied and went on a date with another man?

What if you were running away from him?

Or even worse, what if you were having sex with another guy?

He raced to the bakery and banged on the door, which scared you

You saw that it was him and let him in

“W-what’s wrong?! You scared me!”

“Grab your stuff, we’re going home.”

“But I’m not done yet! I only have a couple more things to do and then I’ll come home. I told you already-”

“I don’t think you fucking heard me!” He yelled and grabbed your hair

“Grab your shit, we are leaving right now.”

He pushed you towards the counter and crossed his arms

You let your breath out in shock but scurry to get your stuff

You’ve never seen him like this and it terrified you

“I have my stuff.”

“Good, let’s go.”

He helped you lock the door and wrapped his arm around your waist

The walk home was silent

You were scared shitless

All you wanted to do was run back into your parents’ house

But he didn’t let you move an inch away from him

Once you got home, he started pushing you around and arguing some more

“Jungkook, I told you this afternoon when you came to visit! I said I have to stay late so I don’t have to stress myself out in the morning!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me! Who were you fucking seeing?!” He screamed, frightening you more

“No one! I swear, no one!” You whimpered

He corned you into your shared room and locked the door

“Jungkook, I swear! Nothing happened!”

He didn’t believe a single word coming out of your mouth

It was like you were talking to a wall

He pushed you onto the bed and stripped you naked

Jungkook pushed two fingers into your cunt and pretended to scoop out cum

“If nothing happened, why is your cunt full of cum?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I didn’t have sex with anyone!”

You weren’t very educated about sex, so Jungkook had an advantage

You began apologizing even though you didn’t have sex with anyone

You just wanted peace between you two

“I’m sorry! I didn’t cheat or anything, but I’m sorry if it hurt you! I really am!”

Jungkook slapped you and spat on your face

“Dirty slut. Telling me that you’re not cheating but still apologizing.”

“No! Please, I didn’t do anything!”

Jungkook pulled his cock out and shoved it in without warning

You were still new to sex so when he didn’t let you adjust, you automatically started screaming and crying

“Please, slower!” You cried, holding onto his biceps as he went faster and deeper

“Stop! Please!”

Jungkook loved the sound of his balls clapping against your ass

It honestly made him harder

All night, he was on top, fucking you hard

Your legs were spread apart, tears in your eyes and sweat dripping down your forehead

You looked like a hot mess

And he loved every second of it

“Mmh- Jungkook!”

You squirted around him and had a trembling orgasm

You couldn’t stop releasing your liquids on him and he couldn’t stop pounding you

The bed sheet was soaked by the end of it

He pushed his cock deep inside and came

After Jungkook fell asleep, you cried for while

How were you supposed to tolerate him for the rest of your life?

The next morning

You woke up in severe pain

You lower region was begging for some pain relief

But there was nothing you could do about it

Jungkook was still sleeping next to you

You decided to leave before he wakes up

After getting ready by leaning on everything, you slowly walked to town

When you arrived at the bakery, you saw a big “for sale” sign

You panicked and went inside the store, only to be greeted by your parents

“Mother, father! Why is there a “for sale” sign on the bakery?”

You parents looked at each other in disappointment

“You see, we have to explain the obvious to your daughter. Be grateful that someone willingly married your idiot daughter.” Your father said before walking out

His words did hurt but you cared about the bakery more than your father

“Why’re you selling it, mother? Can you not afford it anymore? Why-”

“Shut up, Y/N! You’re married now, you have wifely duties. You don’t have time for this bakery so the best option is to sell it.”

Your world fell apart right before your eyes

“But mother-”

“Save it. You already made your father upset. I’m warning you now, you don’t want to get on my bad side.”

You cried the whole morning

After you opened the bakery, lots of people gathered in line

All breads, cakes and muffins were going on sale

After you served the people in line, you went up to the tables and took their order

After you served them, a regular customer who was sitting alone gestured you to come over

You went over to the man and asked him if he needed anything

He told you to take a seat and accompany him

Since the crowd died down, you sat down in front of him

“You look a bit stressed and sad. What’s on your mind?”

You were touched by his words

Finally, someone cared about you

You told him you were upset about the bakery closing

He understood and even offered money to help you keep it open

You were flattered but didn’t accept the money

“Money’s not a problem, my parents just don’t want to keep this shop open.”

You talked with this guy for a couple of hours

Although this was your first time talking to him, you talked to him like he was your best friend

When closing time came around, he got up and asked you out on a date

You didn’t know what to do

You were married but you really liked this guy

You were considering saying yes when someone pulled his shoulder back and punched him across the face

“Jungkook! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“You think I didn’t see that?! I saw it all. I saw you flirting with my wife for three hours straight and then asking her out on a date!”

Jungkook beat the crap out of the guy and pushed him outside

He then came back in the store, looking at you with devil eyes

“Yesterday’s punishment clearly wasn’t enough.”

The entire way home, he was yelling at you, slapping you, spitting on you, pulling your hair, pushing you to the ground and choking you

You were crying the whole time, apologizing over and over

When you arrived home, he seriously had no mercy on you

No foreplay, no lube, no adjusting

Just a raw, thick cock being forced into you

You were begging him to let you go but tonight, nothing was going to stop him

He was moving his hips insanely fast, not giving you enough time to breathe

You were choking on your own sobs

“Jungkook, please no! I’m sorry!”

“Why did you hesitate to deny his offer? You are a married fucking women!” With each word a hard thrust followed, knocking all the air out of you

“Answer me! Is he better than me? Does he take care of you? Does he provide money for you? TELL ME!” He was yelling so loudly, it was making you cry harder

“N-no, he doesn’t. He was just the first person to care about me.” You whispered the last sentence but, Jungkook was able to make it out

“Are you saying that I don’t care about you?”

He got more aggressive and fastened his pace

“Tell me, Y/N! Do you think that I don’t care about you?!”

You couldn’t answer him because you couldn’t catch your breath

He was going too fast and you were crying so hard, you couldn’t breathe

Jungkook noticed how much you were struggling and added onto your struggle by holding your neck down

“Apologize, right now Jeon Y/N!”

You softly apologize but it wasn’t good enough for him

He lifted your legs a little, giving him better access and fucked you till you squirted

This time you sobbed your apology and begged for forgiveness

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook! It’ll never— ah! It’ll never happen again! I’m so sorry! Please for- forgive me for my dumb m-mistake. Please! I’m begging you.” You held onto the bed sheet, praying he would stop

He huskily growled and pushed his cock in deep

“For the next 9 months you’ll be swelling with my baby. Now, everyone can back off.”

He shot his hot cum right into you, filling you up to the rim

Sorry for any mistakes. It’s 3:41am 😄

[matwith1t]

A/N: Hiiii!! More writing! Yay! This was a fun one!! It’s 98% fluff with 2% angst, but I promise it has a happy ending 🙂 Thank you all so much for your encouraging words!! I cherish them all & hold them close to my heart 🥺 Any and all feedback is appreciated! I hope you enjoy !

Summary: From your first date, first kiss, first hockey game of Mat’s, first I love you, to your first fight…You always learned something new about him.

MASTERLIST | LET’S CHAT 🥂 | Mat Barzal x Reader

Warnings: One swear word & brief allusion to smut // WC: 11.6K // Fluff & Slight Angst

It was your first date.

A blind date.

The nerves got the best of you, so you arrived at the coffee shop early. What if the subway line you had to take was late? What if you missed a stop? What if you took a wrong turn down a street? Twenty minutes might be a bit too early, but it was the only way to ease your anxiety.

You don’t even know the last time you were on a blind date. Your friend, Hayden, had set it up. After a drunken confession over a shared bottle of wine, you admitted you were scared that you were running out of time to find your person. And that’s when an idea clicked in her mind.

She said she had a friend––Mat––who was tired of flings and wanted to really date someone. You waved her off, the idea of being set up seemed too middle school for you. But after she showed you a picture of him…you gave her the go ahead to send him your number.

She contacted Mat, and he said that he was all in for a blind date with you.

You tapped your foot on the pavement as you stood outside of the coffee shop entrance you agreed to meet at. After scrolling through your social media a few times, you clicked on your messages. Were you at the right coffee shop? You clicked on his name, and triple checked that you had the correct place and time.

“Uh, Y/N?”

At the sound of your name, you peered up from your phone and saw a nervous looking boy––a boy you recognized from the picture your friend showed you on a drunken Friday night. With a nervous breath, you offered him a tight lipped smile, “Mat?”

He visibly relaxed at your confirmation that he didn’t walk up a stranger. He ran a hand through his messy styled hair and easily smiled, “Yeah, I––Hi.”

“Hi,” you let out a small laugh.

Oh my God, this is so awkward, you thought to yourself. This was why blind dates were only met for middle school. A blind date was not meant for anytime after that.

While you hadn’t even spent five minutes in his presence, your mind already jumped to the worst conclusion of this not working out as either of you planned. While dating might not work out, maybe you could get a friend out of this.

Mat took a step around you and opened the door, “Should we head in?”

With a nod, you thanked him for holding the door open. Walking in, you were instantly engulfed with the smell of freshly ground coffee beans and the sound of hardworking espresso machines. The shop was bustling with city goers, but there were enough empty tables that you didn’t feel the need to rush to save one. You let out another deep breath as you felt Mat’s shoulder slightly brush yours as he stood next to you in line.

“What are you getting?” He looked down at you.

You tilted your head as you read the menu board that hung behind the counter, “Maybe one of their house lattes?” You then moved your gaze to look up at him, “What about you?”

He shrugged his shoulders, eyes not nearly looking at the menu for as long as you did to decide on a drink, before his eyes landed back on you with a smile, “An iced coffee.”

His smile was infectious. His smile was pretty. And you felt your stomach twist in knots the more you paid attention to the way his smile affected you.

“Also, you can––uh––get whatever you want,” his checks turned a bright shade of red as he stumbled over his words, “I’ll buy.”

You shook your head, but before you could say anything, the two of you were at the front of the line.

Mat was first with his order––an iced coffee––and then he turned his body to look at you, “And whatever she’s having.” You smiled in appreciation and gave the barista your order. You were about to move out of the way, and wait for Mat to be done paying, but he asked you another question, “Do you want anything to eat?”

You felt bad having him pay for coffee and something to eat. It was a coffee shop in New York after all, but the sound of your stomach making a high-pitched grumble sold you out. You felt yourself grow hot with embarrassment, and asked for a croissant. Mat tacked on two croissants to the order and swiped his credit card as if the steep price for two coffees and two pastries in a New York coffee shop wasn’t a concern.

From the two details Hayden had told you––which were his name and age––you knew he was young like you. If you wanted to splurge on a day like this, you needed to budget ahead of time correctly. While you were appreciative of Mat paying for you…it was a blind date. And you didn’t expect him to put so much effort into it

Maybe he budgeted his money better than you.

With your croissants on a plate, the two of you found a place to sit by a window. You tapped your fingers on the wooden table top. It was still awkward, you thought to yourself, as you counted down the seconds until your drinks came. Mat seemed to feel the awkwardness in the air too, but he braved his way through the weird atmosphere.

“So…” he nodded his head for ten seconds straight, eyes darting around the coffee shop, as he cut through the silence, “Where are you from?”

You answered his question, rambling a bit to fill the void, and then asked him the same question. It went back and forth like that for maybe thirteen minutes until your drinks were brought out to your table. Thankful that you had something to sip on if there was a lull in conversation, you circled your hands around the hot mug.

But the conversation never hit a lull; it was fun not knowing anything about Mat before you met him. And he seemed to enjoy it as much as you. You struggled to drink your coffee in a reasonable amount of time to save it from growing cold because of how much the two of you consecutively talked.

“So what do you do?” You took a sip of your lukewarm coffee.

He raised an eyebrow, “What do I do?”

You hummed a simple mhm at him as you swallowed down your drink, “Like, for work,” you set your mug down on the table and leaned forward, “What’s your job?”

“My job…” Mat muttered under his breath as he leaned back on the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. Your eyes flickered down to see the slight flex of his muscles, and when you reconnected eyes with him, he smirked, “I play hockey.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together, “Hockey?”

Mat nodded his head, the smirk on his face growing, as he kept silent. The two of you had been doing so well in avoiding silences, but you caught yourself in one. So, you took a sip of your drink, in hopes he would say something more about his job. But he continued to confidently sit back in his seat.

Not enjoying the sudden awkwardness, you added a futile point to your conversation, “I––I have some friends who play hockey. Only on the weekends though. Kind of like a rec league? Or just a pick up game––”

If you thought his smile was infectious, all you had to do was hear his laugh.

It was soft, a little more high-pitched than you imagined, as he slightly shook his head back and forth. The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly as his eyes shut for a few seconds. As his soft laughter settled down, he scratched the bridge of his nose, eyes glimmering under the natural light that shined through the window next to him.

It was a glimpse into how he sounded when he felt happy. And you wanted nothing more than to hear a real––eyes screwed shut tight, nose wrinkling, head tilted back––laugh from him.

Mat mirrored you; he leaned slightly forward, forearms resting against the table as his smile slowly transformed back into a smirk, “I play professional hockey.”

Professional hockey…But he looked so young. The only rational explanation you could think of in your head was that he played hockey for a minor league team in New York.

With a nod of your head, you took another sip of your drink. The hour you had spent with Mat flowed easily, but for some reason, finding out that he was some sort of professional athlete produced a feeling of insecurity inside of you.

You took another long sip of your coffee.

“You’ll have to come to a game,” Mat’s confident voice dropped to a hesitant whisper, “If you want to.”

Setting the empty mug down on the table, you bit the inside of your cheek to conceal your growing smile. You let out a silent deep breath, collecting your thoughts, because if he wanted you to come watch him play, that meant he had to see some sort of future with you.

Whether the future be two and a half weeks, five months, or four years…He saw you in his life somehow.

“I’d like to see you play,” you assured him.

His eyebrows animatedly rose up, almost getting lost under the loose strands of hair that fell a little too perfectly against his forehead, and smiled wide, “Awesome, that’s––Okay, yeah, I’ll text you about it.”

Neither of you could hide the smiles on your face.

After sitting at the table with empty coffee mugs for quite some time, the only reason why the date ended was because Mat said he had to go dog sit for one of his teammates. Regretfully, both of you brought your empty coffee mugs to the counter, and walked out the door with smiles, laughter, and a promise from Mat to text you about attending one of his games.

As you made the journey back to your place, you didn’t know the last time you felt this giddy after a first date. While you learned surface level information about him; you also learned the sound of his laugh, and that he wasn’t too fond of dogs.

And you couldn’t wait to learn more about him.

–––

It was your first kiss with Mat.

A nervous first kiss.

It came close to a month after your first date, and admittedly, it was probably the longest you had waited for a first kiss, but Mat had a streak of away games that kept him from New York and the two of you had only hung out in public. While a first kiss walking through a park had been romanticized one too many times, it would have left you in a daydream––but whenever it felt right––someone always came up to Mat to talk about hockey. While he wasn’t approached in public often, it seemed like whenever he was, it ruined the moment.

Maybe it was a sign he would be better off as just a friend.

But that thought always disappeared whenever he gently slid his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers and giving your hand a squeeze. And just like the first time you held his hand, there was an explosion of ecstasy in your chest.  A good tightness in your chest you felt whenever he held your hand.

You were at a bar with Mat and some friends, your fingers interlocked and resting on his thigh, pressed close up to his side. A smile lit up your face whenever you felt his chest lightly shake with laughter or his thumb softly graze the top of your hand. The only part of the night where your smile tugged downward was when everyone decided to call it an early night.

As if Mat felt the same disappointment, he whispered in your ear, “I’ll take you back to your place.”

You wished he would ask if you wanted to get ice-cream at the parlor a few blocks over, or ask if you wanted to stay at the bar, but you knew he had an early morning tomorrow. All you wanted was to spend more time with him, and if him making sure you got home alright was how you spent more time with him, you would take it.

After tabs were paid off and goodbyes were said, everyone was off in their separate directions. Except for you and Mat.

Surprisingly, the streets weren’t that crowded for it being the early evening in New York, but Mat tugged you close to his side; fingers still intertwined. The walk to the subway was full of quiet conversation of observations the two of you made down the street with a few small laughs. And when you were on the platform for your train, your laughs turned to whispers.

“If Beau was a little too much, let me know,” Mat leaned down to whisper softly in your ear, “and I’ll beat him up.”

A soft chuckle left your lips as you leaned your head against his bicep, shaking your head, you looked up at him, “You said that last time. He’s nice, I like him.”

Mat hummed, “Sometimes his teasing goes a little too far.”

His voice was light-hearted, just like how Tito sounded when he teased Mat whenever he whispered in your ear throughout the evening, but there was an underlying uncertainty in his voice. Almost like he was concerned that if Tito teased you too much you wouldn’t want to spend anymore time with Mat. But that was quite the opposite. Whenever a best friend poked fun at the other, it was almost always meant in good nature, and it also showed that Mat confided his feelings about you with Tito.

You mirrored his soft hum, and squeezed his hand, as you shrugged your shoulders, “I wouldn’t mind more of his teasing,” you smiled up at him, hoping that he caught the hidden meaning behind your sentence; you seeing a future together with more interactions with his best friend. “My friends are the same way.”

Mat raised his eyebrows, and you ducked your chin into your chest out of nervousness at his next words, “So is that our next date? I meet your friends?”

Next date.

The thought of going on countless more dates with Mat caused an electric jolt to shoot down your spine. And when you flicked your eyes up to stare into his, you felt as if you were caught in one of your dreams. His eyes were already gazing on you in awe, with the corners of his lips lightly tuned upward into a soft closed lipped smile.

He moved his head closer to yours, it was just a centimeter of movement, but you noticed it. And you held your breath as you looked down at his lips, hoping that you would finally have your first kiss with Mat.

But like all of the people who interrupted the two of you whenever you were on a walk in the park, the harsh breaking sounds of the subway coming to a halt caused Mat to move away and stand up straight.

Mat cleared his throat and you let out a sigh at the ruined moment.

The train stopped, you waited until people were off the train car, and Mat swiftly tugged on your hand to make sure that the train didn’t escape before you had the chance to get on. The train car was empty, also a very rare sight on a still relatively early evening in New York. You made your way to sit on one of the empty seats, but your stretched out arm snapped back into Mat’s chest as he held tight onto your hand.

“Do you not want to sit?” You looked up at him as he gripped onto the pole in the center of the subway car.

Mat shook his head as he dropped your hand. But you didn’t have time to be sad at the loss of contact for long because Mat curled his arm around your waist, “Too dirty,” he mumbled under his breath as he pulled you close to his chest, “And we’ve been sitting all night, kinda wanna stand.”

You rolled your eyes at him and pressed your palms flat against his chest as the train jolted to a start.

Standing in silence with Mat on the empty subway was more relaxing than it should have been. Because while the unpleasant sound of the subway on the tracks echoed through the tunnel, with your head resting on Mat’s chest, all you heard was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

You could feel yourself dozing off as his thumb rubbed soothing circles on your hip, but your senses heightened when he trailed his hand slowly up your back. The feeling of his fingertips making contact with your spine caused goosebumps along your skin. And you swore your breathing stopped when you felt his hand trail up your neck, his fingers cradling the back of your head with his thumb on your cheek.

Hesitantly––hoping that you knew what was to come in the next few moments––you looked up at Mat through your eyelashes.

His bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as he stared down at you with a crease in between his eyebrows. With your hands still firmly placed on his chest, you could feel the deep breath he let out through his nose.

“I like you,” Mat blurted out.

You let out a breathy chuckle at his admission. You knew that he liked you by the way he always held your hand and how he liked to call you more than text, but to hear him verbalize his feelings felt nice.

You bit the inside of your cheek to contain your smile as you saw his head move a centimeter closer to yours, “I like you, too.”

Mat glanced at your lips, and then at your eyes, and even with a slight nod of your head, Mat still hesitated as if he was waiting for you to pull away. But you weren’t going to pull away––you didn’t want to pull away––because you had been waiting for this moment where your heart hammered in your chest, and your breath got caught in your throat.

And as you felt him let out another shaky breath, you closed your eyes and leaned up on your toes to press a kiss to his lips. His lips touched yours gently at first, a tender brush, as if he anticipated being electrocuted by a spark. But when nothing happened, Mat tucked his lower lip between yours in another gentle, but lingering kiss.

You had plenty of first kisses before in your life; there had been first kisses that had been harder, more rushed, more chaste…but never had you felt a first kiss that was so simple and right than you did with Mat. Your lips were merely pressed together, but you could still feel him everywhere.

There was something so innocent about the kiss, as if both of you were afraid to mess up.

The two of you separated just as softly as you’d come together, just enough room to where you could peer up at him and still feel his breath across your face. Then the two of you laughed. Shy, whispery giggles that had more to do with nerves rather than humor. And as the two of you continued to stare into each other’s eyes, it was as if instinct kicked in and Mat’s lips were back on yours.

This time, your lips met with more certainty, eager to feel. A soft sigh escaped your lips when Mat parted his lips further and you felt the tip of his tongue. The hand that had previously cupped your cheek, was now on around your lower back as he pressed you close to him. And to keep yourself steady as the subway car went around a bend, one of your hands gripped his shirt as the other clutched onto his bicep.

As the two of you shared your first kiss on an empty New York subway, you learned a few more things about Mat. You finally learned what his lips felt like pressed against yours, and that he was absolutely terrible at navigating the subway after the two of you missed your stop.

With the way he made you feel during your first kiss, you couldn’t wait to feel that spark of joy again.

–––

It was your first hockey game.

Your first New York Islanders hockey game where you knew a player on the ice…and more importantly, where a player was your boyfriend.

“Oh he will love it,” Hayden smirked at the #13 jersey you wore as the two of you walked with the crowd toward the arena, “I still can’t believe you thought he was a minor league hockey player.”

You lightly knocked your shoulder against hers as you let out a small laugh, “How was I supposed to know he played for the National Hockey League?” You raised your eyebrows at her, “You literally only told me his name and that we were around the same age when you set us up.”

She tipped her head back in laughter, “I thought you paid attention to sports!”

“I do!” You mirrored her smile as the two of you took out your tickets to be scanned, “But you can’t see what they look like under their helmets clearly.”

After the two of you passed security, you found yourself amongst a sea of white, navy blue, and orange as you walked to your seats, “I still can’t believe he didn’t tell you he played for the Isles.” She snickered, “He has way too big of an ego to let that slide.”

You felt your stomach churn with embarrassment as your whole body heated up.

While Mat said that he played professional hockey on your first date, he conveniently left out that he played for the New York Islanders. It was a week and a half after your first date when you found out that detail. Mat was away for a few road games, and as the two of you were texting, he casually slipped in that you should watch the game on T.V.

You thought he was joking because you didn’t think that they broadcasted minor league hockey games on television. But he called you to give you his NHL TV login and informed you to tune in at 7 PM for the New York Islanders game. Again, you thought he was joking, but you tuned in anyway.

The shock you felt through your body was unlike anything else you felt when you heard the announcers talk about how amazing Mat Barzal has played for years as an Islander. And when the camera focused in on him for a few seconds, you scrambled to text Hayden for confirmation.

But now, nearly three months into your relationship, you had found a time where your schedule worked with Mat’s to go to one of his games. He asked if you wanted to sit with his teammate’s significant others, but you said you would be more comfortable with Hayden for your first hockey game of his.

As the two of you sat down a few rows behind the Islanders bench, you tugged the sleeves of your #13 Barzal jersey over your hands. He’s your boyfriend, you thought to yourself as you felt self-conscious wearing his jersey, no need to be nervous…other people are wearing his jersey too.

But those other people didn’t share intimate moments with him. Other people didn’t know how his calloused hands felt as they delicately touched your skin. Other people didn’t know he slightly snored when he napped.

Sure, other people idolized him as a hockey player, but you were always in awe of him when you learned a specific trait about him that he didn’t share with the rest of the world.

“Do you see him?” Hayden leaned over to speak in your ear as she pointed to Mat skating on the ice, “Right there.”

With a hockey stick in his hands, Mat skated in circles to practice his puck movement. The face you admired so much was hidden under his helmet, but you could clearly see his number and last name on his jersey.

You smiled wide and nodded your head, “This is exciting.”

Hayden laughed at your eagerness to have the game start as you practically bounced in your seat. Soon enough, the players finished their warm ups and skated toward the bench. One by one, they hopped off the ice.

“I’m gonna call out his name,” Hayden smirked as she cupped her hands around her mouth.

But with wide eyes and embarrassment already in the pit of your stomach, you pulled her hands away from her mouth, “Don’t you dare––”

“Looks like he’s already found you,” Hayden’s smirk widened as she waved her hand at who you presumed was Mat.

You whipped your head around to the bench and saw Mat, with his helmet off, awkwardly half-turned around on the bench as he sat next to a number #18 and #27. And like every time you saw him, a smile that you couldn’t contain instantly made its way onto your face. You picked up your hand and animatedly waved at him with a beaming smile.

Mat lowered his head for a moment, hair slightly falling onto his forehead, and when he picked his head up to wave at you, you saw his cheeks twinged with pink coloring.

Feeling too excited watching your boyfriend play live for the first time tonight, you couldn’t help but turn your shoulder toward him as you showed off the #13 on your sleeve. When you dropped the hand that stretched out the sleeve to show him his number, you expected to see a smile as wide as yours on his face. But instead, you saw his eyes wide open and mouth formed in a straight line, jaw slightly clenched, as his chest expanded; taking in a deep breath.

Confused, you tilted your head and looked at Hayden, “Is he not happy that I’m wearing––”

Letting out her loudest laugh of the night, Hayden bent forward and clutched her stomach, “Oh, you don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Hayden had known Mat longer than you, so you knew that she knew things about him that you weren’t privy to yet. But her comment intrigued you.

“What do you mean?”

She just shook her head as her shoulders still slightly shook.

You turned back around in hopes to see Mat, but when your eyes landed on the bench, you saw Mat being jostled between the two players he sat next to. And upon further inspection, you read the last names on the jersey’s; Beauvillier and Lee.

Lee was still elbowing Mat when Tito turned around with a wicked smile. He cupped a hand around his mouth, “Nice jersey! He loves it!”

Tito’s voice fell a little flat among the crowd that started to fill their way to their seats, but you still heard him. And his comment only spurred on more laughter from Hayden.

At this point in your relationship with Mat, you were used to Tito’s teasing. And in the time you had been in the arena, you had grown accustomed to Hayden’s laughs. You didn’t think too much of their actions, your mind still wrapped around how all you wanted was for the game to begin.

And soon enough, the game started.

You were on the edge of your seat for the entire first period, clutching Hayden’s hand anytime Mat was shoved from behind or slammed into the boards. The second period was just as thrilling, and even though a penalty was called on Mat, he caught your eye briefly before he sat down in the penalty box. And the third period…While you stood up and cheered with the rest of the arena whenever the Islanders scored, no amount of excitement in the first two periods felt as exhilarating as when you watched Mat score.

With Hayden, you leaped up and hugged her tight as you cheered with a blinding smile.

“He scored!” You held her at arm's length away before turning your attention back on the ice.

His line-mates gathered him up in a hug, patting his helmet, and then he skated out with a wide smile. Mat was on his way to high-five his teammates on the bench, but before he held his glove out for them, he quickly pointed in the general direction of where you were sitting.

To anyone, it looked like he was pointing toward the Islanders bench, or even at the fans. And while there was an increase of cheers from your section at Mat’s little call out, you knew he was pointing out one specific fan in the crowd.

After the third period ended––with the Islanders winning by three––fans could either be heard still celebrating, or seen walking up the aisles to beat the traffic. But you and Hayden stayed in your seats, and especially paid attention to Mat who was out on the ice giving a post-game interview. His voice boomed through the arena, but all you could focus on was his heavy breathing and how his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.

With most of your section cleared out, you and Hayden walked down to the row right behind the glass that was closest to the ice. Not one to shy away from being heard, Hayden pounded her fist against the glass and shouted your boyfriend’s name, “Mat!”

She continued to pound on the glass and call out his name until his post-game interview ended. And when the camera cut, Mat’s eyebrows automatically rose as he skated toward the two of you with a smile.

Through the glass, you waved at him, “You played so well! So amazing––And that goal?! You were so incredible.” His wide smile slowly transformed into a smirk as his eyes darkened just a bit, “That was so much fun.”

Mat chuckled and shook out his hair, “‘I’m glad you had a good time.”

“You two!” Hayden called out. You and Mat both broke eye contact with each other to see your mutual friend standing a few rows up with her phone pointed at the two of you, “Smile! It’s your first hockey game together.”

You let out a soft laugh as you turned around and leaned your back against the glass, standing up on your tiptoes so you didn’t look shorter next to Mat who wore skates. And as if he was physically next to you, and not separated by plexiglass, you leaned your head towards him and smiled wider than you had ever in your life.

After Hayden finished taking more than enough photos to commemorate your first hockey game of Mat’s, you spun around to face him again. From behind, you heard an usher say that it was time for fans to leave the arena, but you clearly heard Hayden say, I’m with her and that’s her boyfriend.

You rolled your eyes at Hayden and scratched the bridge of your nose as you stared at Mat through the glass.

“I need to change,” He chuckled, “But I’ll meet you outside? Hayden knows where the exit is.”

You nodded your head vigorously, “That sounds good, yeah,” the smile you had when you took your picture together never left your face, “I still can’t believe how well you played, it was––Oh my God. I can’t wait to come to more games.”

The smirk Mat had on his face as you praised his performance morphed into a faint smile as he poked the glass with his glove where your face was, “Keep the compliments coming when I’m off the ice.” You rolled your eyes at him as he waved at you, “I’ll see you soon.”

You raised your hand to touch the cold glass, “Bye,” you whispered as your fingertips slowly trailed down the glass as you watched Mat skate away backwards.

Feeling like you were on top of the world, you spun around with a lovesick smile on your face, ready to meet your boyfriend at the exit. Walking up the aisle and out of the arena, Hayden sent you the pictures she took of you and Mat. And as you waited by the exit Mat said Hayden knew, you set your lock screen and home screen to one of the pictures taken just twenty minutes ago.

When you heard the familiar laugh of your boyfriend, your ears perked up and you put your phone in your bag. And when you saw him walking out in his game day suit with Tito––who shoved Mat’s shoulder––for the hundredth time that day, you smiled.

Standing up from the stone ledge you sat on with Hayden, you rocked on your heels as you waited for Mat to come closer. And once he wasn’t too far away, you sped walked over to Mat as Hayden walked more slowly behind you as she snorted at your eagerness.

While you found it fun to watch Mat skate around the ice having the time of his life, there was nothing you enjoyed more than hugging him. You almost didn’t see his glowing smile––one that showcased all of his teeth––before you barreled into him.

Arms wrapped tightly around his waist, you hugged him impossibly close to you, “That was––Ah!––I’m still not over how fun that was,” you pressed a kiss to his neck before tilting your head up to look at him, “I know I already said how good your goal was so good––And I’ll stop after this––But really, that was so cool how you skated around those defenders and––”

Both Tito and Hayden’s laugh caused you to stop complimenting Mat on his goal. You caught a glimpse of Mat’s glare on his two friends, and then turned your head over your shoulder to see them hanging off each other as they laughed. You felt Mat’s hands tighten around your waist, the tips of his fingers felt like they burned a hole through your clothes and scorched your skin.

“Oh don’t––Don’t mind us,” Hayden wiped a few tears away from the corners of her eyes, “Please, carry on––”

You scrunched your eyebrows together in confusion.

“Barz, will––He’ll––” Tito’s face went red as he found it harder to breathe through his laughter. But once he calmed down, he chuckled, “Don’t stop praising him, he loves it.”

Mat flipped off his friends as he raised his hand to where the 13 patch was on your shoulder. With a small smile, he tugged on your sleeve a few times, “Hayden, send me the pictures you took,” he yelled over to his still laughing friends before he pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

As the night continued on, the four of you celebrated the win and Mat’s goal with drinks at a bar. As you leaned your head on Mat’s shoulder, you learned how fun it was to attend one of his games. And you learned that the rush of joy you felt course through your veins when you saw Mat succeed was unparalleled to any feeling of happiness you had ever felt with a partner.

And late that night in Mat’s apartment, as your hands wandered through his hair, over his biceps, and across his chest…He trailed his lips across your cheek, down your neck, and down past the valley of your breasts…You also learned that Mat liked to be praised in more ways than one.

–––

It was your first I love you.

The first I love you that you said to a person where you felt the sensation of those words taking over every crevice of your body…but like your first date, those words made you anxious and light-headed at the thought of admitting it.

Love.

Love was a commitment; a feeling that shouldn’t be taken lightly when in relation to two people who mutually cared and respected each other. It was a word you cherished, a feeling you craved nothing more in the world; and it was exactly how you felt about Mat.

Eleven months into your relationship with Mat––that you didn’t even think would get this far––you knew you were in love with him. There were times the sentence almost slipped past your lips, and there were moments where you thought he would say it too…but like your first kiss, both of you were hesitant.

Since the day you met him, you learned something new about him each day, and you didn’t want to stop getting to know him.

“So, what are you doing with your break?” You spoke through your phone as you waited at a street corner for the light to change with a group of people.

Mat scoffed, “This is hardly a break,” he bitterly whispered into his phone, “Literally not even a five minute water break.”

You gripped the brown paper bag of small groceries in your hand as your heart ached at his exhausted voice. Mat explained to you that the Islanders were going through some sort of bootcamp to get them out of their losing slump. But the bootcamp was on top of their already packed schedule of games and practices.

“And they can do this?” The light changed and you moved with the crowd, “It doesn’t seem fair.”

Mat let out an exasperated breath, and you could picture him running a hand over his face, “I miss you.”

Him changing the subject wasn’t lost on you, but with the limited time Mat had and how drained he sounded, you knew better than to press the subject further.

“I miss you too,” you smiled softly as you dodged a few people walking down the opposite direction of you on the sidewalk, “I just bought stuff for dinner tonight though, so that’s––”

But your sentence was cut off as someone rudely knocked into your shoulder hard––Watch it, they sneered at you––and caused you to stumble into a few people walking next to you.

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized to the people you crashed into. They smiled in appreciation, knowing full well that if it wasn’t for the person who bumped your shoulder, the accident would’ve been averted.

“What was that?”

Mat’s worn out voice from before disappeared as he now sounded on high alert.

“Nothing,” you let out a sigh, because while you knew it wasn’t your fault you stumbled into people, it still felt embarrassing, “But as I was saying, for dinner––”

“No, that––I heard someone yell at you,” Mat’s voice was low, insistent on what he heard on your end, “What happened? Are you okay?”

You sucked in a deep breath, “Yeah, someone just bumped into my shoulder.” Because while it was New York, and you had been bumped into plenty of times before, it had been a bit of a rough day. But you didn’t want that one thing to tip you over the edge, especially when you knew Mat was having it worse than you, “It’s fine, I’m fine. The eggs didn’t crack so it’s a win.”

Mat didn’t laugh at your attempt at a joke.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He paused before his voice dropped to an earnest whisper, “If you need me I can leave to come get you.”

“But practice––”

“No,” Mat cut you off, “If you need me I can leave.”

You thought about it. You thought hard about just waiting off in a park for Mat to come pick you up. But the subway station you needed to enter came into your eyesight. Even though he couldn’t see you, you shook your head, “I’m fine, I’ll just need a hug when I see you later.”

At that, Mat let out a breathy chuckle, “You and me both.”

You smiled, the familiar feeling of love that started with the squeeze of your heart spread through the rest of your body.

“Dinner at your place?”

“Yeah, my place tonight,” you answered him, “How much longer of this practice?”

You could hear the eye roll Mat gave off with his irritated voice, “Three fucking hours.”

Even though you weren’t a professional athlete, you rolled your eyes with him at how ridiculous all of the intense practice sounded, “As much as I want to keep talking with you,” you dreamily smiled to yourself because there was nothing you loved more than hearing Mat’s voice, “I know you said if players were late they have to run laps after practice.” You grimaced, “And I’m about to go under for the subway.”

Mat let out a sigh, he didn’t want to stop talking with you either, “Yeah…Running laps is the penalty.”

“You should be used to those.”

Mat scoffed at your comment, ”I’ll see you later at your place.”

“Mhm, bye Mat,” you hummed as you began to make your descent below ground, “I love you.”

“Wait, what––”

You ended the call and slid your phone into your bag as you took out your subway card. Easily, you swiped your card past tourists, and walked through the turnstile to the platform back to your place. While the rest of the day wasn’t on your side, the subway was, because your train pulled up right as you got to the platform.

While there were still seats available for you to sit in, you had grown accustomed to standing in the middle of the subway cart. You hooked your elbow around the pole, so that your hand wasn’t directly touching it, as you thought about the day on your way home.

It started off normal; waking up, getting ready for work, arriving at the office. But then small things started to happen; you forgot your laptop charger back at your apartment, someone had accidentally taken your lunch from the communal fridge because they thought it was theirs, and then someone spilled coffee on your freshly printed reports. But then the day got worse; Mat texted you saying he wouldn’t be done practice until late, your co-worker best friend said they were leaving the company for a new job, and then that stranger hit your shoulder.

But hearing Mat’s voice made your day a little better.

Knowing that he took time out of his grueling schedule to check in on you made your heart flutter even more with love.

Love.

Your eyes widened as the grip you had on the handle of the paper bag dropped. Your grocery bag fell to the ground just as fast as your heart. Because the last sentence you said to Mat replayed in your mind like a broken record.

I love you.

You didn’t even realize that you had said those words. You clutched those words close to your chest; held them so tight as if it was a secret Mat didn’t already know. And now all of a sudden…Your secret was out in the open.

The bile churning in your stomach caused your body to overheat and you wanted nothing more than to be out of the subway. You picked a loose piece of skin by your thumb so hard that it started to bleed. You swore under your breath as it began to sting, and curled your hand into a tight fist––with your thumb on the inside––to put pressure on the cut.

Unable to stand still with your anxiety, you got off a stop early and walked the rest of the way back to your apartment.

You had nearly walked into several people, almost walked across the street on a red light, and more or less banged your forehead against your front door. You thought you had unlocked the door, so when you turned the door handle, stepped forward, and walked into the wooden door…you saw that your keys had fallen to the ground.

Once you properly unlocked the door, you quickly walked into your apartment and hastily set the grocery bag down on the island. With shaking hands, you buried your face into them and let out a muffled whine. Because how could you let those words out so casually? How could you have been so careless?

Mat had three more hours left of practice. And that left you with three hours in your apartment alone.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at your phone to see if he was still coming over. So you cleaned. You changed out of your work clothes––into a pair of athletic shorts and one of Mat’s Islander shirts––and deep cleaned as much of your apartment as you could.

And it was when you were bent sideways, windex and paper towel in hand, as you scrubbed the inside of your microwave that you heard a key in your door. You felt your heart freeze and you scrubbed the microwave even harder.

The creek of the door echoed through your modestly sized one bedroom apartment just as loud as your heartbeat pounded in your ears. The door shut the same time you heard the thump of his practice bag hit the hardwood floor.

And if you listened closely, you could hear him let out the same anxious deep breath as you.

Mat ever so slowly made his way out of the little hallway, and when you saw him appear in front of you––still bent at your awkward angle––it was as if you saw him in a different way.

Mat inhaled deeply, and then in one breath, his shoulders relaxed as he smiled at you, “I love you.”

You stared into his eyes enough times to know they were hazel, but where he stood in your kitchen, his eyes were dark brown. They weren’t illuminated with flecks of gold or green like you had seen in the past, but they were warm and inviting as his eyes captivated you in a different way than ever before. You loved his eyes.

You ran your fingers through his hair enough times to memorize the feeling how soft it felt, but his hair was a little longer in the front than usual. And with him looking like he ran right off the ice to be with you, his loose strands of scraggly hair fell messily against his forehead. You loved the way his hair framed his face.

Everything about him…from the slight stubble on his face that came close to breaking the Islanders facial hair policy, to the way he never got mad at you when you stuck your cold feet under his warm legs when you sat on the couch together. From his annoying traits, to the quirks only you knew about him, you loved everything about him

You released a breath you didn’t know you held because this…this was what it felt like to feel in love. It was fresh and exciting with hearts pounding. It was desire pouring through veins. It was a give and take; intertwined lives.

As the two of you stood in your kitchen, you learned what it felt like to feel entirely at ease with your place in the universe. For better or for worse, love is learning everything there is to know about a person.

And you couldn’t wait to learn how he loved.

–––

It was your first real fight with Mat.

And it terrified you.

The day had felt odd from the start; your routine not flowing like usual. And as the day continued on, you didn’t know what caused the negative feeling in the pit of your stomach to grow with every hour that passed. And even at the end of the work day, when you were in your own apartment, the feeling still lingered.

Already in a bad mood, you should’ve known better than to turn on a hockey game. But you knew that seeing Mat, even if it was through a T.V. screen, would make you feel better. He always made you feel better.

But he played a careless game.

It wasn’t even that he was playing bad, because honestly, he was playing really well. By the end of the first period he had two assists and handled the puck well. When the second period came around, he had scored his own goal. But Mat being Mat…he let the goal get to his head. The newfound confidence he had led him to be more aggressive with the opposing team’s players and more mouthy with the referees.

And with only six minutes left in the third period––the Islanders trailing by a few points––Mat dropped his gloves and instigated a fairly bad altercation with another player. You turned the television off before you could see Mat skate away to the penalty box.

Around an hour later when Mat walked through your apartment door the two of you stared at each other. You were curled up on the couch with a book, and he stood at the opposite end of the couch in his game day suit. He squinted his discolored left eye, his swollen bottom lip was bruised red, and you saw a few dried spots of blood on his face.

Neither of you were in the best mood, but that still wasn’t an excuse. Maybe you each expected the other to comfort you on your bad days…but that wasn’t the case for either of you now.

“I wish you were more careful,” you whispered up at him. You were still on the couch and he stood stiffly at the opposite end from you, “I don’t get why you have to fight.”

Mat let out an irritated breath out through his nostrils, “Did you even watch the game?”

Stunned by his attitude, you shut your book and rolled your eyes, “Of course I did. But that doesn’t mean––”

“Then you should know why I got in a fight.”

With a scoff, you flung the blanket off you and stood up. You mirrored his stiff position––jaw clenched, arms glued to your sides, and eyes narrowed in at him. The couch being the only barrier between the harsh words you threw at each other.

“That has nothing to do with what I said,” you huffed out, “I said you should be more careful––”

“I heard what you said,” Mat interrupted you with a snap in his tone as he shrugged off his suit jacket, “But I can’t control a fight if it happens.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, “I watched the game, Mat. I saw that you started it.”

“So it’s my fault?” He didn’t look at you as he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, “Look, I don’t expect you to understand everything that goes on on the ice––”

“Excuse me?”

Mat rolled his eyes and his already irritable tone of voice sharpened, “Maybe if you cared a little less you wouldn’t be mad.”

His words felt like a punch to your gut. If you cared a little less. The squeeze of your heart was different than what it felt like when he told you he loved you a few months ago. Because instead of a warm tingly feeling that lifted you up, you felt a harsh burn throughout your body that made you want to shrivel up and hide.

Mat was one of the people you cared most about in the world.

But with both of your bad attitudes, like water and oil, your words caused more separation.

Your response was harsh––If I cared a little less, then who would care about you––and it sparked Mat’s short temper. He told you there were other people, people who wouldn’t make a big deal if he got in a fight because it was hockey. The yelling continued, intentional words of hurt shouted between the two of you. And soon enough, with both of you too blinded by rage, neither of you remembered why the argument even started in the first place.

“There are other people,” Mat spat out as he breathed heavily, “People who know me better. If we weren’t together, there would be other people who––”

His cruel words caused complete and utter devastation to flood your body. And you let the anger and agony of Mat’s ill fated words overtake every logical thought in your mind.

“If you don’t need me, then what are you waiting for?!” You threw your hands up as your shrill voice cracked as bad as you felt your soul shatter. Chin wobbling and chest heaving with erratic breaths, you repeated the question. Although this time, your voice was a whisper as the destruction of your words caught up to you, “What are you waiting for?”

Mat ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head as he squeezed his eyes shut. And in a hurry, he scooped up his suit jacket from the couch and turned around. His heavy footsteps echoed through your silent apartment as you followed him to the door.

You choked on your words, “Where are you going?”

With his hand gripping the doorknob, you saw his shoulders tighten as he took a deep breath, “I can’t be with you.”

It felt as if the world froze, but at the same time, everything felt like it went too fast. A whirling sensation of grief caused you to lift your hand to cover your mouth. I can’t be with you.

You felt dizzy, unsure of if you wanted an answer to your question, “Are you…Does that mean just for now?” You bit your bottom lip as you tried your hardest to sniffle back your tears,”Or as in, you don’t want to be with me…anymore?”

Mat’s shoulders expanded in another deep breath as he mustered up the courage to turn around. Part of you wished he didn’t turn around because the heartbreak on his face looked just as bad as you felt. His chin wobbled like yours, lips pressed together in a firm line to keep his emotions to himself. His eyes were bloodshot, wide and scared like a child afraid of thunderstorms. And like yours, his chest heaved with small breaths, failing to keep his breathing under control.

“I don’t…” he shut his eyes tight and rubbed the corners of his eyes with his thumb and index finger, “Just for now.” Although his answer relieved only a sliver of anxiety you felt in the middle of your chest, it looked like he was still going to leave, “I need to leave before either of us say anything else we regret.”

Blinking rapidly, you still felt a few tears roll down your cheek as you nodded your head just as fast. You hugged your arms around your stomach and anxiously tapped your foot, “Will you…Are you coming back?”

A flash of pain crossed his face as he sucked in another deep breath, “Don't wait up for me.”

Before you could process his vague answer, his hand pressed down on the door handle and he was gone before he put his jacket back on. The door closed gently, but you would have rather it slammed shut so you would have that sound echoing in your mind instead of your insecurities.

Still hugging your stomach, you bit the inside of your cheek and slowly made your way back to the couch. As if it took all of your energy, you picked the blanket back up, wrapped it around your shoulders, and tucked yourself into the far corner. You sat alone, cold feet tucked in between the cushions, as you leaned your head back on the couch and let out a sob.

You purposefully said words to hurt him, and he had done the same with you. While the two of you had arguments before, they were never this blown out of proportion. There was never any screaming, there were never any tears, and neither of you had ever left the other’s place without reconciling. But with this fight…There was shouting, tears fell from both of you, and Mat left your place without a promise to come back.

You don’t know how many hours had passed as you stared at the wall ahead of you. But it was enough time for your cries to settle down and for the sound of a key to echo your silent home. And just like earlier in the night, Mat stood at the opposite end of the couch as you sat curled up in a blanket.

As the two of you stared at each other in silence, you learned what it felt like to sit in purgatory; not knowing if Mat was to come back that night or if you were to go days without seeing him. You learned what raw heartache truly felt like without his presence when all you wanted was a hug. And when he moved to sit next to you on the couch––finally receiving a hug from him––you also learned that he was just as sorry as you and didn’t mean any of the words he said.

You never wished to learn what a life without Mat truly felt like.

–––

The nerves you felt were worse than your first date with Mat. They had been with you for months, but they were now at an all time high that caused your hands to shake. And just like the nerves you felt before the blind date, they caused you to be twenty minutes early to the venue.

What if there was traffic? What if the piano player you and Mat hired brought the wrong sheet music? What if there weren’t enough seats? While you were twenty minutes earlier than your scheduled time that was designed to make sure you already arrived early to avoid any mishaps, it was the only way to ease your anxiety.

As you fiddled with the dress you always dreamed of wearing on this day, you inhaled a shaky breath as you stood in the private room alone. You needed space to concentrate on the fact that in less than a few hours you would have a different last name.

“Y/N?”

A light knock on the door and the call of your name caused you to whip your head. Hurriedly, you made your way to the door and leaned your shoulder against it as you made sure it was locked.

You cleared your throat, “Yeah?”

“It’s just me,” you saw the locked door handle jiggle as you heard a soft laugh on the other side, “Mat’s not with me.”

“I don’t trust you.”

You heard another laugh, this one more gentle, as Tito reassured you, “He knows about your superstitions, he wouldn’t try and sneak a glance.”

You thought about turning the best man at your wedding away, but the more you thought about it, the more you trusted him when he said Mat wasn’t with him. Mat knew you had certain superstitions you didn’t mess with; like lifting your feet up when you drove over railroad tracks or how you threw salt over your left shoulder if you spilled it.

He had learned all of those things about you.

The click of the lock coming undone caused you to hold your breath. Slowly, you cracked open the door and peered out the tiny slit with one eye. Tito had his face pressed close to the crack and you saw him close up. He didn’t pry the door like you thought, so hesitantly, you opened the door as you looked both ways to make sure your fiancé was nowhere in sight.

With the door fully open, Tito’s smile was brighter than you’d ever seen it before. He let out a low whistle, “Are you sure you I can’t marry you?”

Tito’s teasing had been a constant in the years of your relationship with Mat, and for better or for worse, it was about to extend into a lifetime.

You shoved his shoulder with your left hand, the engagement ring Mat picked out for you sparkling slightly in the light, “Shut up.”

“But really,” Tito slid both of his hands into the front pockets of his pants as he shook his head in disbelief, “You look beautiful. Mat won’t know what to do.”

“Hopefully he’ll say I do.”

Tito chuckled at your comment and then the two of you stood in silence. But when he slightly bowed his head and awkwardly rocked on his feet, you knew there was a purpose for his visit when he looked up at you.

“There is…Mat…” He took a deep breath, preparing himself for your answer, “He wants to talk with you.” Your eyes bulged out of your head as you immediately stepped back into the private room and went to slam the door shut. But Tito stuck his foot out in time to stop the door from slamming shut, “He’s not here––he’s still out there talking with people, but he heard you got here early early started sweating, and he just wants to hear your voice––”

You shook your head behind the door, “No.”

“C’mon,” Tito pleaded with you, “I’m sure it’ll calm you down to hear him––”

“What if he sees me?” You exasperatedly said, “Even if it was an accident. That would––”

“He won’t,” Tito’s voice held just as much firmness to it as he had confidence in his best friend, “He knows you too well to break your superstition.”

He knows you.

Hearing Mat’s voice would calm you down, but the anxiety of him accidentally seeing you before you walked down the aisle was too much. It was almost too much nervousness for you to handle on your own, so with a deep breath and a silent prayer that this wouldn’t blow up in your face, you whispered to Tito that Mat could talk to you.

Tito had spun around to retrieve Mat before you could finish your sentence. He rushed away from you, afraid you would back out on your word. But just as fast as Tito ran away, you slammed the door shut and relocked it.

You turned around and leaned your back against the door. Pinching the bridge of your nose to relieve some of the stress, you let out a deep breath. With only a few moments to yourself, you did a few breathing exercises before a shallow knock sounded from the other side of the door.

“Uh, Y/N?”

You could pick out his voice from anywhere, and you let out an audible sigh of relief, “Mat?”

He also let out a deep breath, and you could picture his shoulders relaxing at confirmation he didn’t walk up to an empty room. You turned around and placed your hand softly on top of the door handle; resting your forehead on the door you whispered, “I’m so nervous.”

“So am I,” Mat let out an airy laugh, “We’re the ones who decided to marry each other, yet we’re both a mess.”

You replicated his laugh and it went back to silence. You had spent years together with Mat, but no silence had ever been more poignant than this. You could hear his love, almost feel it, but you couldn’t see him. Not yet.

It was his trembling voice that broke through the silence, “Can I hold your hand?”

“Mat––”

“I’ll turn around,” he rushed out, knowing how strongly you felt about this superstition, “You can stay behind the door––just with your arm sticking out––We can both turn around so we make sure we don’t chance anything, because I––” he cut himself off, calming himself down with a single breath, “I really need a hug, but we can’t do that.” He let out another deep breath, “Please?”

You loved him more than anyone else in the world, and in turn, you would do anything for him; including holding his hand.

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, and you were positive he could hear it, “Turn around.”

And with a click of the door unlocking, you opened it just a sliver of a bit open and turned around yourself. You stuck your left hand out for him, and in an instant, his hand found yours. You felt tears well up in your eyes out of happiness, because even though you could feel him now you still couldn’t believe you were going to spend the rest of your life with him.

You filled the silent void with your voice and added a futile point to the non-existent conversation. But you wanted him to know this about you, “I showed up to our first date twenty minutes early.”

Mat chuckled as he repeatedly stroked his thumb on top of your engagement ring, “I know.”

You squeezed his hand, “You know?”

Again, Mat let out another soft laugh, “I was thirty minutes early to our first date.” You felt your wide open mouth transform into a smile, “I was across the street and saw you waiting.” He lowered his voice, “I was so scared.”

You were convinced that was maybe the only thing he didn’t know about you, but he proved you wrong. Time and time again he proved himself to know you better than you knew yourself.

“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” you whispered.

“You know me better than anyone else.”

The way he continued to trace around your engagement ring caused your heart to squeeze; it only made you more excited for when there would be a second ring on your finger, “There has to be something.”

You felt your heart pound against your ribcage as a few beats of silence passed over. From his drawn out silence, you knew he had something, you knew he was debating on whether to tell you or not.

“The picture we took together at the first hockey game you came to,” you could hear the shy smile on his face, “I’ve kept it in my locker since then.”

You felt your heart melt and chin wobble; this was something new you were learning about him.

“And I…” He let out a nervous laugh, and ever since the first time heard the sound of it, it was infectious, “I have it with me now in the inner-pocket of my jacket.”

A lone tear trailed down your cheek as you tried to sniffle the rest of the tears you felt behind your eyes away. It was your wedding day, of course you were going to cry, but you didn’t think it would be this soon.

Mat’s hand briefly dropped yours as you heard a crinkle of photo paper being taken out of Mat’s jacket pocket. You felt the corner of a piece of paper hit the palm of your hand a few times. Gently, and without looking down, you took the picture from Mat’s hand. And when you brought the picture up to your face, you squeezed Mat’s hand hard as an audible gasp left your lips.

The two of you looked so young. Which made sense considering the picture was taken a few years ago. You smiled at the memory as if it happened yesterday; you in your #13 Barzal jersey, tilting your head toward Mat as if you were leaning your head on his shoulder if the plexiglass wasn’t there. Hayden had taken a hundred pictures of the two of you, but this was different than the one you kept framed at your office.

You looked the same, but Mat looked different.

He still had his hockey stick in hand, but instead of looking at the camera like you, his head was faced down toward you. His eyes were locked in on your smile, wide in admiration. His closed-lipped smile was bashful, but you could clearly see the happiness radiating off him. That day, while you looked into the camera, still high off excitement from watching him on the ice; he looked down at you with all the love he held for you in his soft eyes.

“I even take it with me on road games.”

Tracing your fingers down the worn down, slightly torn up, and bent edges of the picture, you felt another tear roll down your cheek.

While you wanted nothing more to look at the well loved photograph of the two of you in love before either of you knew it, you didn’t want to cry too much before walking down the aisle. You handed the picture back to him so he had it for safekeeping, and squeezed his hand again.

“I love you so much,” you breathed out.

“I love you, too.”

As the two of you continued to hold hands until Mat was called away in order for you to start the last of your wedding preparations, you learned that Mat cherished the small moments. Whether he wanted to memorize the first time he fell in love with you by carrying around a photograph from early on in your relationship, or how he wanted to hold your hand before the two of you committed to a lifetime together…You learned more about him in those moments than ever before.

And when Mat would eventually slide a ring onto your finger––and you to his––it felt as if the rings held a promise heavier than til death do us part. From the moment you met Mat until now, the most important thing you learned about him was how good of a friend he was to you.

You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life as his friend.

[taechaos]

Freaky Idea

Pt. 2 of New Idea

pairing: Stepbrother!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

genre: oneshot, pseudo-incest, smut

synopsis: The last guaranteed day you have with Taehyung is spent with his choice of adventure. You learn a lot of things about the history of freakshows, and how much of a freak your brother is as well.

warnings: mention of murder and somnophilia, riding, manipulation

word count: 3.8k

When Taehyung agreed to being your slave for a month, he wasn’t lying. He was attached to your hip throughout the whole time span, obeying your every command without complaint. You didn’t deem him forgiven, but you can’t say you don’t enjoy his company and compliance. The whole month was a bliss for you.

The first week, the morning after the… event, you had him prepare breakfast for you and your mother walked in on him cooking an omelette for you. She was perplexed, and with her morning drowsiness asked, “You’re home?” before smothering him with a hug. Your father gave him the minimum acknowledgement, and it went by quickly with your mother being surprised every time she saw him in the morning.

The second week, he drove you around and paid for your every need. You don’t know how he has so much money, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he sells drugs or had robbed a bank. You decided to reward him by kissing his cheek every time he bought you clothes and jewelries per your request. He realized he enjoyed spoiling you, and took you shopping in different malls for 7 days straight.

The third week, you met his friend. You had insisted, and he gave in after a short while of you begging because it was difficult to say no to you and rules are rules. His terms were: 1. You're going to act like his girlfriend, and 2. You sit on his lap. Maybe you didn't get it, but his friend Namjoon didn't seem dangerous enough for you to be behaving the way you were forced to. Sitting in front of a burning barrel in the middle of nowhere, Taehyung and Namjoon smoked weed together while you watched them. The conversation was fun, and you wanted to see him again. Taehyung didn’t allow you to question the ordeal. Rest of the week went by a breeze.

Fourth week was relatively calm as well, and now Taehyung is on his final day of slavery. It’s somewhat melancholic for you because you don’t know if he’ll vanish once the clock hits 12. You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging your dangling legs while your step-brother inspects the fridge to find you something for lunch. The two of you woke up late this morning, well, afternoon, and you don’t know why you feel so exhausted and sore. You’ve been feeling this way for a whole month now, but you’re growing somewhat used to it. 

“This bitch is empty,” Taehyung grumbles before closing the fridge and standing up straight. When he notices your soft pout, he slithers his way between your legs. “What’s wrong princess? Are you tired?”

“Will you be here tomorrow?” you blurt without beating around the bush and peek at him under your lashes.

His brow ticks as he tilts his head. “Did you want to do something?”

“Well, no,” you drawl, “I just wish… you were here more often.”

"You know I can't stay away from you for long," he counters your worries, "especially if you allowed me to…"

"Stop." You distance yourself by pushing him away; you don't want to think about what he was implying. You made it explicitly clear that anything remotely sexual wasn't allowed to be brought up when you were around, and he’s been sticking to that rule until now - to your knowledge, at least. 

“Stop teasing your sister, Taehyung.” your mother enters the kitchen while tying the knot of her robe, now checking the fridge herself. 

He rolls his eyes before turning to her and retaliating, “I didn’t even do anything.” You giggle to yourself and bite your fist. “Did I tease you?” he asks innocently with his neck craned in your direction.

“Yes, he doesn’t even make me breakfast,” you joke with a grin. 

“The fridge is fucking empty!”

“Language,” your mother warns strictly before taking out a box of frozen pizza. “And it isn’t empty. Could you turn on the oven for me, love?” You nod and arrange the heat to 200 degrees while Taehyung scoffs, “I can’t survive in a house with women.”

“Man up,” your step-father butts in monotonously. “You have to rely on your mother to cook to this day. When will you move out? Act your age Taehyung, you’re 21.”

The light-hearted atmosphere dims with the presence of Taehyung’s father. There’s a distinct contrast between your two parents, and you can understand why your step-brother is so rebellious around them. The only thing holding them together is their dedication to religion. 

He only huffs and crosses his arms in response as his dad grabs a carton of juice and a glass from the cupboard. It’s tense in the room until Taehyung leans into your ear and whispers, “I’m only here because of you.”

A light blush tints your cheeks at his sweet confession, although it also makes you guilty. He later convinces you to eat with him in your room, and it’s comfortable in your bed as you chomp on the slices hungrily. 

“Is there anything you want to do today?” Taehyung asks as he chews on his pizza.

“Let’s do something you want for a change,” you answer after swallowing. 

Though he hasn’t been showing any lack of interest around you, you are aware that you haven’t been doing anything fun by his definition. You’re worried that you’ve bored him throughout this whole timespan of being together.

A smirk grows on his face and there’s that glint of mischief in his eyes that you’ve missed. Fair, the last time you saw it was before he traumatized you, but you try not to think about it much like you ignore the constant ache between your legs. 

“There’s this circus,” he begins slowly, “I hear it’s interesting. Would you want to come with?”

You know he’s leaving something out, his cautious tone and aura implicit he knows something you don’t. But you nod anyway, because you still stupidly trust him.

Taehyung’s car is old and retro, but he must have upgraded the engines for how fast he is driving. You like admiring his side profile as he holds the steering wheel, but the view is much more interesting when he catches you looking. It’s a far location, and you’re out of the city by the time he parks his car in the woods. How did he memorize the directions when it took an hour to get there?

“We’re here,” he announces before shifting the manual stick gear with a screech. You exit the car and he is not gentle with the way he slams the door closed, so you do the same. You can see hints of red colors between the cracks of the thin trees. 

“Is it open?” you question apprehensively. The sun hasn’t set yet, but it should be getting dark soon in the evening. 

“Hasn’t been open for a century. You wouldn’t believe the amount of history this place has.”

He takes the lead in his steps, and you follow behind though your gut doesn’t approve. The path isn’t long, and only then do you see the circus when Taehyung moves aside. It’s run down, worn out colors in the curtains, broken glasses on the ground and the circus barely holding itself up. There’s a huge cannon in the middle of the stage, the tip balancing itself on the ground. It’s kind of creepy, but Taehyung doesn’t leave you in the dark for long.

“A lot of crazy shit happened here, you know,” he piques your curiosity, “the clowns were fucking freaks. Any type of physical disorder landed you in here, whether you liked it or not. Even for babies,” he picks up an idle shard of glass, “these were jars. They had deformed fetuses on display on a stand, but the wind must have fucked it up.”

“Deformed fetuses?”

“Yeah, like, conjoined and some other stuff.” You grimace at his description, although it stirs empathy in you. The 20th century sounds inhumane. 

“Are these real stories?” 

“Yeah. And the cannon: they rocketed people from this very bad boy,” he points at it before standing under.

Your stomach sinks as you panic, “It could fall on you!” You pull at his hand and the force makes your chests meet. He smiles down at you before pecking your lips. You stammer, a little mad as he chuckles before walking to a wooden wheel. He makes a star pose after stepping on the metal stand, stretching out his limbs to fit the whole circle. 

“This was the Wheel of Death; they threw knives at targets on this. I think they only targeted females actually...” He nods at you to replace him as he hops off. You go along with his idea and climb on the stand, though it creaks weakly. He takes out a pocket knife from his pocket and you’re about to yell before he hurls it at you. It lands above your shoulder and you immediately scold, “What the fuck, Tae?! Why would you do that! I could’ve died.”

He shrugs with a bright grin, clearly unbothered by your stressing. “My aim isn’t too bad.” He walks over to you and collects his floating knife. “Besides, when have I ever hurt you?”

You bite your tongue and purse your lips with a glare. 

“See?” he whispers. “You can’t even name one time…”

He’s teasing your silence, how you can’t even dare to voice the specific night. You haven’t even told your parents and slept with him right after, and he finds that so interesting: that you trust him with your life. 

“You actually can’t? Wow, I didn’t realize I was such a good brother,” he grins lopsidedly before snapping his fingers. “On with the tour.” He is enthusiastic as he struts past the circus. You shake your head with a sigh but follow him regardless. “So there were sword swallowers, acrobats, strongmen, anything that drew attention. They had a shit ton of accidents and deaths, but you would die if you got boring as well.” Taehyung holds back a bush to let you pass; the place he’s leading you to is a lot more crowded with sages and trees than the previous path. “Once the initial attraction wears off, you’re a goner. They couldn’t survive in that society with those deformities, so it was suicide either way.”

“That is so cruel,” you mumble sympathetically. “This place was like a fractured fantasy.”

“At least they lived for a bit… up until someone ended it.” When he pushes away the woodruffs, you’re met with another rundown site with a few… cages? “This is the trailer. Where they stayed and got ready for their shows. Some were held against their will, and slept with the animals in those cages.”

You gape at your surroundings in shock. The trailer is missing one side of the wall, and the rest have been vandalized with random phrases written in spray paint. You don’t give much attention to the torture cages, because the trailer has a lot more to show. It still has couches on the incomplete hardwood flooring, and Taehyung plops on one. The fabric is torn and dust rises the moment he’s on the seat. “That’s so dirty, Tae,” you pull a displeased face.

“Don’t be rude to the past occupants. Their ghosts might still be around.” He wiggles his fingers as if imitating a monster. He then pats his thighs, beckoning you to sit on his lap. You begrudgingly do so, and he wraps his arms around your waist before pulling you flush against him. “Any theories on how this shitshow ended?”

“Police intervention?”

“Something like that, I guess. One of the acrobats went nuts and shot everyone, so the place was shut down.”

“What?” you widen your eyes at him. “Why did they do that?”

“He was going to be replaced, so he got rid of the competition. Very chilling,” he casually states. “There must be some bullet holes in the walls, but we can check that out later.” His head snuggles into your neck while you’re still processing his words, but you go blank when he starts leaving feather light kisses on your neck. “Right now,” he murmurs, “I just want you to ride me.”

“Ride you?”

“Don’t act innocent, you know what I mean. You said I could choose what we did today… and I want to fuck here.”

“Taehyung… I specifically told you we aren’t allowed to do anything sexual. You hurt me last time as well,” you frown at the mention. 

“I asked you if I ever hurt you earlier. Did you say anything?” he asks condescendingly.

“No…”

“Why are you saying I hurt you now? Don’t tell lies, baby. Besides,” his hand slides down to your thigh as he speaks in a low, sultry voice, “I’ve been loosening up your cunt. You don’t even wake up at night anymore. It won’t hurt this time, I promise.”

You had an inkling, the stupid inkling that you tried so damn hard to brush aside. “You fucked me in my sleep?” you force out, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. “And you brought me here just to–”

“Christ, no,” he cuts you off offendedly, “I’m not that sick in the head. I didn’t plan it, but I can’t say I wasn’t hoping. It’s not like I’m going to rape you.”

“You did it once!”

“I was on a lot of drugs then! I’m clean now,” he huffs in irritation. “I’m sorry about that, and I know my apology is long overdue or whatever, but give me a break. I’ve been into you since I was like 16.”

You turn to look at him - really look at him. There’s not a trace of guilt on his face; the roots of his messy teal hair have grown out; the beauty of his naturally downward lip corners; you don’t know what to think. Your mind is a mess because you don’t know what to make of his confession. He has manipulated you countless times, coerced you into doing things you would never do, and for once you reflect on his personality. This could be one of his schemes in order to get you to do what he wants, and ironically, he was supposed to be doing that for you. Through all of your scrambled thoughts, you only muster a meek “really?”

“Yes,” he affirms, “that’s why I want to be intimate with you.”

Lies, lies, lies, you think before gently pressing your lips against his. Despite your attempt at kissing him softly, he doesn’t cooperate by instantly sucking on your nether lip with vigor, his hands immediately meeting at your hips to gently rock them against his crotch. He bites your lip before swiping his tongue against it, coaxing, “Suck on my tongue.” The awkward angle from where you’re kissing him makes him turn your body to completely face him, your knees landing on either side of him on the uncomfortable chair. It doesn’t matter, because you’re starting to forget the whole setting, just about everything except for him as arousal begins to seep in. Heat pools in your stomach at the switch in mood, and he’s enjoying your compliance as he quietly moans into your mouth. 

While you’re busy relishing in his swirling tongue, he starts tugging down your pants and you help him without looking. You sit up to push it down your ankles and throw it on the floor along with your panties. “What’s gotten into you?” he chuckles breathlessly before leaving wet kisses on your lips and pulling away to take off his wrinkled shirt. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, equally breathless.

“I don’t know, you’re just… so hot when you’re horny.” His boyish smile grows on your flustered face as he says, “Take off your shirt. Wanna see those pretty tits again.”

You bite your lip to suppress your insecurities, but it doesn’t help when you’re left in your bra as you cover your chest. “Don’t be shy now,” he teases knowingly and removes your arms before unclasping the garment. “Take out my cock now.” His tone is gentle with encouragement. You unzip his jeans timidly, but your eyes grow in wonder at the outline of his erection. “I’m so hard for you,” he assures you in a whisper and takes your hand in his to rub himself. “You’re so pretty, and sexy. I fucked you every night because you’re just so irresistible. You understand, don’t you, baby?” 

“I… Yes,” you agree and finally push down his briefs. His throbbing cock stands proudly and you’re intimidated by the size until he murmurs, “I won’t hurt you.” He lightly touches your bare pussy, slick with your arousal as you shudder. He coats your vulva with all of it, giving special attention to your clenching hole as he inserts a single finger. “Does it hurt?”

You shake your head, and you’re confused by the lack of pain and the desire for more. It feels good and that is a surprise for you as you sink down lower on his finger. He curls it, adds another finger and stretches your walls, emitting a moan out of you. You’re liking it, and you don’t know why; he was so cruel the last time that you were convinced something would go wrong now. Nothing does, and if anything, his fingers make you feel the best you have ever felt though it is not enough. “More,” you beg and he replaces his fingers by pulling you to the head of his cock. He’s staring right at you with hooded lids as he rubs it up and down, making you release a needy whimper. “Please, Taehyung.”

And like the slave he was meant to be, he shoves it in with a grunt. Your scream catches in your throat at the initial sting, but it’s worth it when he screws his eyes shut in pleasure and bites his lip to hold back a groan. He looks angelic under you, although he is anything but. You realize he is waiting for your cue to move, and it flutters your hearts because he is more attentive to you this time. Rather than letting him take the lead, you act on your instincts as you roll your hips. It’s unsteady at first, the foreign position making it difficult for you to adapt to so fast. His audible quick breaths encourage you to take your time in angling your pelvis comfortably, and when an involuntary moan leaves you, you place your hands on his shoulders before sticking to the current stance and going up and down on him. 

“Oh shit, you’re doing so well,” he praises you between gasps, supporting your body with his hands, “feels so fucking good. My good girl.”

It gets to your head, how much he’s enjoying your motions. He meets them with thrusts of his own, perfectly hitting your cervix and blinding you with pleasure. What is it that makes you feel so wonderful in this situation? Is it the touch, or the complimentary fact that you’re the only person Taehyung wouldn’t get bored of? 

Could it be that you’re two of the same?

Maybe he’s the one desperate to please you, you think as he massages your breasts, flicking your hard nipples with his thumbs so graciously. The eerie silence is broken by both of your loud moans, ecstasy sensually building up in knots in your stomachs. Sweat accumulates on your forehead, your hair sticking to your face but not hiding the sight of his erotic expression. You arch your back and grind down on him, and he’s limp on the loveseat as he takes all that you give him so submissively.

It’s your turn to use him, and you actually start understanding what makes him so rash and impulsive in hopes of receiving this amount of serotonin. It’s worth it, the release of control and morals to be with him. “Taehyung, h-how did you do it?” you moan. “Every night, what did you do?”

“I,” he tries to catch his breath, “I used my fingers to stretch you out. One finger, then two, then three.” He groans and thrusts into you fast and hard, “I fisted you at some point, and you came in your sleep, and then on my cock. Moaning and whining every fucking night, like some filthy whore.” You mewl at his crude words. He’s so obscene with you, and you clench your walls in response. “You like being my whore, hm? Little freak.”

“Yes, yes,” you confirm in a whimper, nodding your head as you pass the dominance onto him. He’s fucking into you while you stand on your knees, eyes rolled back with drool about to drip from the corner of your mouth. He starts to rub your clit and kisses your neck for you to tighten around him over and over again; it’s heaven in an empty graveyard. It’s so fucked up, yet he can’t stop. You’re panting as he manipulates your body to mold with his. “I’m close.”

His hands fall on your ass, greedily kneading it as your hips begin to stutter, your orgasm climbing up just as your energy is falling down. It hits you like a truck: the peak of pleasure, accompanied by a silent scream, nails digging into his skin as your muscles tense. “Fuck,” you breathe once his thrusts begin overstimulating you, but it’s not for long as he shoots his load inside you with a groan. He’s twitching as his erection becomes flaccid, and you feel it as he pulls out. 

“Bet it didn’t hurt,” he jokes while you recover from your climax. You’re leaking with his cum and he uses his shirt to wipe you clean, making you shake from how sensitive you are. “I’ll buy you the pill on the way home.”

“Thanks,” you plainly say and stand up to pick up your clothes. You’re trembling slightly and a little achy, but it’s nothing compared to losing your virginity. 

“What? You gonna give me the cold shoulder now?” He’s only in his loose pants and has his shirt thrown over his shoulder. He buckles his belt while you put on your bra. 

“Why did you make us act like a couple in front of Namjoon?” After hearing his confession, the interaction before bugs you.

“What do you mean?”

“Is it because you didn’t want him to think I was single? Because you like me?”

“No, he’s a convicted felon. Crazy motherfucker killed his ex’s new boyfriend,” he reveals with a scoff. “Besides, if you like me, you’d like him as well.”

Putting your shock aside, you realize one thing: Taehyung doesn’t want to be replaced. Does that mean you hold power over him? Or will he do anything at any cost to be in your life?  Regardless of your internal monologue, you only reply with, “who says I like you?”

It’s a joke, and he knows it. As promised, he buys you an emergency pill and another shirt for himself on the way home. His days of slavery are over, and you wonder: where will he be tomorrow? Maybe take his father’s advice… 

[thetoadghoul]

Volunteering: (Ohtani x Reader) <333 (Part - 2)

part 1!

plot: Wednesday’s game arrives which Ohtani invited you to, some bonding time before the first pitch <3 slowwwburn, long cause idk details are fun lol

Wednesday quickly arrived, made much faster by the crazy amount of work you were required to do for your ‘actual’ job. The last three days had been spent with you running around the LA area, as well as cyberspace, to serve your role as interpreter. It was hell, for more reasons than one. The biggest of all being that even though you were not in Japan at the moment, you were still required to wear a proper suit. That meant a tight navy skirt, stockings, and some blasted heels. Sexist men, long meetings, and endless paperwork aside, you enjoyed your job for the most part - but this aspect really wore on you. However, the pain in your feet wouldn't damper your excitement for tonight’s game. Today you were not actually volunteering at the Angels stadium.

The day before yesterday, when you were actually volunteering, a bashful Ohtani had tapped you on the back while you were picking up baseballs from the batting cages. When you turned around the giant man was holding out a lanyard with an attached document, marked ‘VIP Guest of Player’. It took all you had not to let your hands shake with nerves as you reached out and grabbed it gingerly.

“Uh, see you on Wednesday.” The man looked to the side awkwardly, running a hand through his hair.

“...Yeah.” You responded with a small smile, feeling stupid, but it was all you could think of.

“Well, uh, I better go...” He motioned behind his back with a lazy thumb, staring to jog backward.

You nodded quickly, rushing to go back to picking up balls before you said something super lame, or weird.

It wasn’t till you were on the way home did you take a look at the back of the stadium pass. It read ‘Guest of Shohei Ohtani’. So he had put in the request for you, that was just like him, so kind. It would be an understatement to say you weren’t excited for tomorrow.

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Currently, your heart was still racing, but for another reason other than a certain super cute and insanely talented baseball player. It was because it was almost three-thirty in the afternoon and you were running around your company-provided apartment, trying to get ready as fast as you could. Ippei let you know you should get there around four-thirty, by then the team would have been done warming up and starting to enjoy a pregame meal while the away team got the field to themselves. From that point onwards, pretty much everyone was free to relax in the clubhouse till just before the first pitch.

With little time to consider, not even enough time to take a shower after having just got off work, you went with an oversized red T-shirt, baggy jeans, and some cool Jordan’s. This was your go-to, and it was comfortable. You don’t have many clothes anyway, living out of a suitcase.

Right as you were about to run out of the door you remembered to grab your standard Angels cap, it had been provided to you as part of your volunteer uniform a while back, slipping it on over your tight work bun. You would let your hair down later.

All right, everything was in order, Uber scheduled, lanyard secured.

It took about half an hour to arrive at the stadium, and once it came into view, you instructed the driver to let you out in front of the ballpark entrance. It had been a long time since you got to go through the gates as a member of the audience, it actually gave you a wave of nostalgia seeing everyone in their gear, so hyped up for the game, tailing gating outside for what was probably hours.

Once you were through, you started walking through the concession stands and various other stalls, dodging around the fans that were already inside watching the warm-ups, as well as hanging out drinking and eating. There were pictures of Ohtani everywhere, people taking turns snapping pictures of each other in front of the various cutouts of him. The air was buzzing with energy, and it seemed like all for that guy. Honestly, you had worked for a couple different teams over the years, but you had never seen hype like this. It was surreal, seeing a legend in the making.

You smiled, gripping the lanyard around your neck, making your way through the stadium. Shohei was super nice to do this for you, really, you should show him your support. Maybe a quick peek in the team store would do? Plus, you deserved to spend some money on yourself. After all, this was the first time you had really been ‘out’ in the almost three months you had been in California. Your free time was either working, volunteering, video games, or sleep.

You took a couple moments in the Angel's merch shop, quietly perusing the aisles, keeping an eye out for any Ohtani-themed items. Unfortunately, there weren’t really that many, probably sold out by the fans. What was there, was way too small for you.

“Y/n, you here to watch the game?” A young voice sounded.

When you turned to see who addressed you, a familiar girl was standing there grinning.

“Hey Jordan! I didn’t know you were working tonight.” You grinned back.

Jordan worked at the store as a stock manager, she was close in age to you so the two of you often hung out. You had invited her over a couple times, both bonding over your love for crappy reality TV, beer, and of course, baseball.

“Yeah it was last minute, a girl was feeling sick and there wasn’t anyone else cept’ me.” She sighed.

“Bummer, text me if you need help?” You offered, to which she waved you off.

“Nah, you enjoy being here and NOT working.” She chuckled, walking over to organize a messy shelf.

“So, you looking for something in particular?” The girl glanced over her shoulder.

“Uh yeah, you recommend any cool Ohtani stuff? Or is there any at all... seems wiped clean in here.” You said while looking around.

“Ohtani? You here to cheer him on too then. Wanna catch his eye.” She teased.

“Don’t say it like I’m just here for my like, prince charming.” You snapped back playfully, but, maybe a little too fast.

“Aren’t you?” She pressed with an eyebrow.

“Okay, I’m leaving.” You pouted, fake walking away.

“I’m just kidding, actually, stay here for a second I might have something you’ll like.” Jordan yelled as she jogged off to the back room behind the counters.

You did as you were told and when she came back there was a large white Angels jersey in her hands.

“Ta-da!” She grinned, twisting it around to show the player’s name on the back.

“Oh, it’s in Kanji? That’s cool, I didn’t know these existed?” You questioned, running your finger over the ‘tani’ character of Ohtani.

“It’s the last one on the floor, had to grab it off the mannequin. Hope it’s not too big? It’s XL?” She questioned, passing it to you to hold.

“Nah it’s perfect, can’t you tell.” You joked holding the jersey next to you, while you showed off your oversized clothes.

“Figured it'd be fine, wanna get rung up? I’ll give you that ‘good good’ employee discount. But, don’t tell anyone.” She smiled, heading to the register, to which you nodded and jogged after her.

After you finished your purchase and waved bye to Jordan, it was time to head to the clubhouse. It was around five, so you were later than you planned but Shohei usually practiced batting in the cages a little while longer while everyone headed in. Slipping the plastic shopping bag into your purse, and ripping the tags off your new jersey, you slipped it on over your T-shirt, smoothing out the material as best you could. It felt great to finally have some real merch from the team, and part of you sort of wondered what Ohtani would think when he saw you. Hopefully, it wasn’t too much to just show up in his gear after he pretty much randomly invited you, let alone in the stadium-specific one, as you just learned from your colleague.

After you got to an employee-only doorway, you pushed on it hoping it was actually open. Ippei had also let you know via text that it would be unlocked for you. Another kindness of Shohei, not just inviting you, but making sure you had access to all the catering and AC inside the resisted area of the building. You slipped in and locked the door behind you, not wanting to encourage some intoxicated fans to follow. The hallway was empty and cool as you started making your way to the clubhouse.

You were admittedly a bit nervous by the time you got to the doors, feeling a bit awkward about strutting in as anyone other than a volunteer for the first time. Carefully you pushed open the door, making sure not to hit anybody. The room was full of chatter, some players eating, some playing cards, others watching TV on the room's monitors. You looked around for Ohtani, but he wasn’t there yet apparently. No matter, you strolled in and went for the snack area. Truthfully you hadn’t eaten since that morning, and that was just a toasted bagel. Turning your back to the rest of the room, you began filling up your plate with cocktail shrimp and grapes.

“Nice jersey.” Ippei said, coming up next to you, grabbing small sandwiches for his plate.

“Is that sarcastic?” You questioned with a smile, finishing your plate.

“Nah, I’m sure he likes it.” Ippei jerked his head to the left.

He? You leaned back to see around the man, meeting Shohei’s surprised face almost immediately. Had he been standing there the whole time? He had obviously been staring at your back, at his name, bashfully looking up to your face when you moved, blinking a couple times to clear his eyes.

“I uh, got it ten minutes ago.” You grinned awkwardly, pointing your thumb proudly at the jersey, hoping he wouldn’t think you were a weirdo.

The large player didn’t say anything, blinking more slowly this time before opting to just nod gently, with a quick “thanks for your support”, hurriedly leaning forward to start filling his plate with all kinds of foods.

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Once everyone had their food the three of you found a place to sit while you ate, it was at the back of the room away from the noise, and where the two usually sat before a game anyways. A small conversation started while the three of you ate calmly.

“Why... do you only have grapes, and shrimp?” Ohtani questioned suddenly, looking at your plate baffled. You looked down at it as well, pausing for a moment trying to find out what was so weird about that.

“Uh, well, it’s because... these things are... super expensive in Tokyo. It’s like a rich person food to me.” You smiled, eating a couple shrimps happily.

“Wow. That’s so sad.” Ippei chuckled before taking a bite of his sandwich.

Shohei on the other hand burst out laughing at your response, making you laugh a bit too at your pitiful confession.

“Seriously, I feel like a mega-rich, and very posh, Ginza lady right now - eating nothing but shrimp and fruit. So fancy right? ” You exclaimed, popping a grape in your mouth.

The Japanese player laughed even harder, tears building up as he wiped his eyes.

“Those people wouldn’t touch that stuff with a three-meter stick.” Ippei stated, letting out a small laugh.

“Just let me have my moment.” You pouted through a smile, shoving more shrimp in your mouth.

The other man calmed down finally and was now sitting there smiling while he ate.

“So, fancy y/n, are you okay to sit in the dugout tonight. Not too unrefined for you?” Ippei questioned with a smirk.

“That’s, allowed?” You asked, surprised.

“Yeah, if you want to. Can’t stay there the whole time, but.” The man responded nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

“It’s the best place to hear, ‘the surprise’.” Shohei added, food in the process of being shoved in his mouth.

“Well, doesn’t seem like there’s any other option.” You smiled at the player, who nodded in acknowledgment.

“He’s batting first tonight, you won’t have to wait long.” Ippei spoke, starting on the next sandwich.

“Hope me being in there won’t be bad luck.” You joked.

“You believe in that?” Ippei smirked.

“My family ingrained it into me, wasn’t allowed to watch a single super bowl game in the living room till I literally moved out.” You frowned, stabbing a grape.

“Harsh.” The man smirked with a small laugh under his breath.

“You will be good luck, for sure.” Shohei leaned forward in a hunch to take another bite of food, smiling sincerely at you as he looked up from his food.

“Then, I will see to it that will become a very good omen. Please believe in me.” You responded in the highest form of keigo you knew, bowing rigidly from your seat for comedic effect. Since you never studied that level of grammar, it was really freaking bad, causing the two men to laugh again.

“You’re funny.” Ippei chuckled.

“Yeah, and your Japanese is so good though?” Shohei exclaimed, eyebrows raised, eyes wide.

“Nah it’s pretty bad, I fell off the study wagon a long time ago.” You laughed awkwardly, waving a hand in front of your face.

“You’d be there forever if you stayed on.” Ippei chuckled again, while Shohei nodded in sullen agreement.

“Writing would be nice though, having to look up every other kanji at the doctor's office, or like city hall makes me literally sweat, like, a lot. Buckets. But when I look around, I'm the only one.” You giggled.

“You’re so honest.” Shohei chuckled, wiping his mouth with a napkin, still leaning forward in his chair, you grinned back at him. Your eyes locked for a while, you had never noticed, but his eyelashes were sort of long.

At that moment Ippei had to take a call, letting the two of you know he’d be back in a bit, walking off. The two of you looked away and finished eating in silence.

When you looked up from your empty plate, the large player was now staring at you with a soft expression. The warmth in his eyes made you blush, he didn’t even break his gaze once he was caught like he usually did. You responded back to him simply with a shy smile, before being the one to avert your own eyes to the floor again.

Thankfully at that moment, a group of Angels came over, slapping the Japanese man on the back, starting up a conversion. They were going over strategies for the game and overall just getting hyped up. You didn’t have much to input, so you just kind of sat there enjoying the excited chatter. Shohei smiled merrily the whole time, inserting little jokes, completely affected by their excitement. The way he carried himself really reminded you that the essence of baseball was really just about having fun with your teammates and giving it your all. He looked simply happy to be there, and it made you smile too, just watching him goof off. It was charming to see his duality of being a just big kid with endless laugher, versus the super-serious, and seasoned player he was on the mound.

You were really trying hard not to but, you were rapidly developing feelings for Shohei. The last three months of volunteering here, you of course thought he was really cute and kind, classic boyfriend material. A simple crush, like many of the girls working around him, surely had as well. However the possibility of you two actually dating had always been a foreign concept, one which stopped you from even considering it, at all, you just didn’t know if you even could. With you both traveling for work, how would there be time? Plus, what about the media? His family? Yours? All those things seemed unscalable walls, that is, until this moment, when you could feel his gentle eyes on you once again.

Maybe, there was something? Or maybe, he was just a super nice guy, and you were treated no different than anyone else.

When you snapped out of your thoughts, Shohei was starting to stand up, grabbing everyone’s empties plates. He reached his hand towards you, asking for the one in your hand with a tiny nod of his head, to which you thanked him, stood up, and handed it over.

Well.

Either way, you were so screwed.

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Hope you enjoyed! <3

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Fully Completely 3

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), violence, mutual irritation, harassment

This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones

Note: On to part three. Sorry for being a human disaster.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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Chapter 3: Or it will move right through me

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Jerome annoyed you as he picked through your tool box and clicked the ratchet noisily. He was excited but impatient and complained that you were taking so long. You told him if he wanted to pay out of pocket for labour, you could finish faster. 

You sat by his bike, parts strewn at your feet, and bent your head to look under the tank. You still had a lot to go and hadn’t yet added anymore of the gross chrome to the frame.

“Do you realise how filthy this is gonna get?” you huffed as you sat up and leaned your elbows on your legs, “not to mention how ridiculous it looks.”

“I like it. It’s just my style,” your brother grinned, “I don’t remember you spending this much time on Bucky’s ride and you and him--”

“He had me replace the tailpipe, you want nothing short of a rebuild,” you scoffed, “and you’re not the boss.”

“Don’t remind me,” he rolled his eyes, “guess it could be worse though. It could be Steve.”

“Thank god it’s not,” you chuckled, “I don’t know how many women had to toss beer in his face before he latched onto that mousy one at the bakery.”

“She’s nice,” Jerome shrugged, “far as I know. She doesn’t talk to anyone but Steve.”

“I wonder why,” you tisked, “he has insecurity written across his forehead.”

The tinny bell rang and the door whooshed open as the wind caught it. Jerome glanced over and dropped the ratchet noisily into the drawer of the tool box. You growled in warning as you spent much of your spare cash on those. He apologised quietly as he squared his shoulders at the man who appeared.

“Hey,” Bucky wiped the flakes from his hair and blew out a shiver.

“Bucky,” Jerome said rigidly.

The other man nodded and stepped further inside the garage. He shoved his hands in his pockets and paced aimlessly around the concrete floor. You watched him as you fiddled with the bolt in your hand.

“You wanna head down to the bar?” It wasn’t a question as Bucky came to face you, “I gotta talk to your sister.”

“Sure,” Jerome replied sharply, “you got it, boss.”

Bucky grumbled and waited for him to leave. He sniffed and kicked his toe into the floor.

“So… what’re you doing here? Been a while so must be urgent,” you sat up on the rolling stool and stretched your back.

“The whole town’s talking about it. You fighting him,” his brows drew together, “I told you I’d take care of him.”

“You didn’t,” you said evenly, “so I did.”

“I talked to him--”

“And said what?” you snorted.

“Look, you don’t understand. You said it yourself, you don’t care about my business. You don’t get what’s going on but what I need from him is bigger than your temper.”

“Excuse me? This is my fault? He broke into my shop, he followed me from that diner and he put his hands on me,” you stood and tossed the bolt away, “what do you want me to do, Buck?”

“First, I want you to remind yourself who I am. We’re not fucking anymore so that mouth isn’t as cute,” he warned, “and I want you to play nice.”

“All you have to do is keep him away from me. How hard is that for a man like you, huh? You’re the big dog.”

“Watch it,” he pointed at you, “I won’t tell you again.”

“He’s here to deal with you, not me,” you insisted, “he grabbed me, I defended myself, and I’ll do it again.”

“This isn’t grade school anymore, you can’t fight the boys,” he sighed.

“What are you saying?”

He was silent as his jaw ticked and his blue eyes strayed to the ceiling. You stepped closer and gripped your hips as you stared him down.

“There’s nothing else I can do for you. Nothing else I will do. He’s your problem.”

He met your glare and you scoffed in disgust, “you’re fucking serious? What do these idiots have on you?”

“It’s not what they have on me, it’s what I want from them. I’m planning for something bigger than Birch, that means there’s gonna be some sacrifices,” he shrugged.

“Sacrifices? Is that what you call it? Well, here’s one for you, the next time you get a little scuff on your tank or your headlight starts to flicker, you can head down to Carl’s,” you scowled.

“Don’t do this,” he gritted through his teeth.

“I can get business without you. I do better work than Carl, you know that. So go, I’ll deal with that asshole on my own, how I see fit.”

He inhaled and lifted his chin. He closed his eyes and thought. 

“Damn it,” he swore, “you can’t make anything fucking easy. What is it with you women and your god damn--” he lifted his hand and stopped himself, “you get in the way of my business, and you won’t be so worried about Loki.”

“Oh yeah? That’s what he said about you,” you mocked, “what’s with you men and your egos?”

His lip curled and he breathed through his teeth. His eyes lit up and he punched his palm as he turned away quickly.

“I hope he has his fun with you. Maybe he can fuck some sense into you,” Bucky growled, “God knows I tried.”

“You weren’t that good,” you snipped.

He kicked the shelf of wipers hung near the front of the shop and grunted. He stormed to the doorway and stopped to look back at you.

“You’ll be wishing it was me…” he hissed.

He waved you off and continued through the front door, slamming it behind him loudly. You stared at the scattered packages of wipers and bit down on your tongue. You wanted to run out and strangle that idiot but you knew how he could be. It was the reason you broke off your little fling; he was too much like you. Hard-headed and volatile.

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You weren’t going to change just because the town was overrun by asshole men. You were standing your ground and that meant you were going to finish your club sandwich and enjoy one lunch without interruption. 

The café was busier that day as the snowfall dwindled and the streets were mostly cleared as the plows made their regular rounds. You looked through the window as the school kids stopped by the bakery for hot drinks on their lunch and circled the rim of your mug with your fingertip. You sensed it was only the lull before the storm.

Further down you could see the corner of The Asp and heard a rumbling engine. Your shop remained empty except for Jerome’s bike. Since Bucky’s visit, you were too worked up to concentrate anyway. You wanted to take your wrench and knock every man in town in the head with it.

Nora brought your sandwich as Kimmie didn’t work on the weekends and your side of soup. You would eat both and leave satisfied. You wouldn’t let anyone ruin your day off. Well, not that you had very much to do aside from that.

You dipped your crusts in the tomato soup and stared at the seat across from you. Empty. Perfect.

You scooped the last of the bowl into your mouth and wiped your lips with the napkin. You stood and gulped up your coffee. You left money on the table and headed out. A peaceful, solitary lunch all to yourself.

You skipped the shop and continued down the street. You pushed into the hobby shop you rarely ventured into, more a bookshop if you were honest. You greeted the man at the counter with a smile. When you were a girl, you remembered he ordered you a special set of paints as the ones in his store were all dried up. Lu, you recalled his name.

You went to the shelves of models and looked over the new arrivals. You took the Smokey and the Bandit Trans Am off the shelf and smirked. Your father had one just like it when you were a kid. It wasn’t exactly new. You grabbed a bottle of black paint with it, always running low on the stuff, and headed for the counter.

Lu punched the buttons on his till and you heard a creak. Light footsteps emerged from the basement of used books as you opened your wallet.

“I didn’t take you as bookish,” Loki’s voice made you cringe.

You didn’t answer and counted out the bills for your purchase, “actually, you got any glue? I didn’t see any on the shelf.”

“Hmm, oh,” Lu turned and bent to reach into a box, “haven’t stocked up but these came in just before the storm.”

He added the orange and white tube to your bag and you added another bill. He counted out your change and handed it to you.

“Quite interesting what small towns can hide,” Loki didn’t wait to step up to counter and stood close, his sleeve against yours, “An antique edition of Whitman. One of the only Americans I read.”

You looked down at the worn tome, the edges fraying and the letters faded. It was marked up to a couple hundred. You could appreciate a love for reading but you weren’t entirely sure some old paper was worth all that.

“I’ll need the reading material as my visit has been prolonged,” he mused as you grabbed your bag and headed for the door, “my brother is due to return so I will stay in his place… get to know the town of Birch more intimately.”

You hid your disgust at his words and continued out the door. His exaggerated tones stuck in your head as you passed the window and absently swung your bag. You hated him. You really did. You should have bashed him over the head with that dumb book. 

You thought of that day in the snow and smiled. You knew that shame lingered in him. You would have no problem repeating that scene.

You came up to your shop and stopped short. The burly redhead who arrived with the pestilent man stood at your door, peering in through the window, angling his head as he tried to see around the blinds. You cleared your throat as you neared.

“Something I can help you with?” you asked dully.

“Oh, ah,” he turned and laughed at himself, “I thought… Loki, I thought he’d be here.”

“No. He wouldn’t be,” you said, “he’s down at the book shop.”

“Thanks. He apologise?” He prodded.

“You seem to know him well. You think he did?” you challenged.

“Ah, nah,” he smiled awkwardly, “s’pose he didn’t.”

“S’pose he didn’t,” you echoed, “it would be smart if you kept him away from here.”

“Yeah, uh, should do,” he sidled past you and you listened to his heavy boots clump along the beaten snow.

You took out your key and unlocked the door. You closed it quickly behind you, that man’s presence set you on edge. He hadn’t shown any of the venom of his associate but he was loyal to him. You double checked the locks on all the doors and made certain all windows were closed. 

You went up stairs into your apartment and stripped off your coat and boots. You sat at the small table where you ate those dinners you didn’t forget and unpacked your new model. You sorted the pieces and spread out the instructions. The image of the car on the box brought back nostalgic memories. You wouldn’t know all you did about bikes if it wasn’t for your dad. You missed him every day for the last… too many years.

You lost yourself in the tiny parts. You hunched over the table and carefully dabbed glue onto the plastic. Your eyes began to itch as the windows dimmed and you got up to turn on the lamp. You kept building well after dark and finally left the half-finished car on the table.

You stretched out your limbs as you stripped down to only your loose tee and yawned. You fell into bed and turned on the old tube television. You hit play on the VCR and the loud previews blared from the boxy speakers. You rolled yourself in your comforter and sat through the same movie trailers you’d watched a dozen times.

You were never a romantic but you the movie was another shadow of your childhood. Your grandma used to watch Kathleen Turner whenever you went to her place. She would serve you yogurt and berries and turn on the cheesy action flick and if you slept over, she would put in the sequel right after.

Your rituals kept you sane. You found it was easier to know what to expect and given your temper, it was better not to be surprised. You were always the trouble child and you regretted all those times your dad had to come talk to the principal or walk you home from school. You promised him you would be better.

Still you didn’t regret what you did. He always told you to stand up for yourself. Hell, he taught you how to throw a punch and all your best insults were inherited from him. You smiled as you thought of him and hugged your pillow as the intro played and the credits flicked up one name at a time.

You drifted off in the glow of the television and the sound effects sank into your dreams. You were still in Birch but thick vines had grown around all the buildings and billowing leaves shrouded the skies. The town had turned to jungle and you could hear the growls and grunts of beasts unseen.

You spun as a twig snapped and a snake uncoiled from a branch and fell into the brush at your feet. You stepped back and it slithered towards you. You stumbled and ran away as you could hear its skin smoothly glide through the grass at your feet. You tripped as its long body wrapped around your ankles and you crashed to the ground.

You struggled as the snake constricted your body and wound its neck around to face you. Its green eyes shone as its black scales gleamed. Its tongue flicked against your cheek and you felt its hot breath as it opened its mouth and revealed long, frightening fangs. You screamed as its bite loomed and you woke with a start.

The visions of the wild jungle faded but the heat did not. You blinked as an amber haze took over the room and you fought through your messy blankets and tumbled onto the floor. Your curtains were alight along with much of the wall. You bachelor was blazing with orange flames and you could barely see the door through the smoke.

You coughed and scrambled to your feet. Your eyes streamed and you blindly ran for the door and flew down the stairs. The shop was almost entirely engulfed as you reached the lower landing and you fumbled with the front door as flames licked closer and closer.

You burst out into the frozen night and your feet were numbed by the ice and snow. You retreated from the burning building, your life set aflame, and turned back as you reached the sidewalk. Sirens screamed and made you wince as you crossed your arms and chattered against the cold.

“Pity,” the slither made your skin crawl, “though I suppose it is a blessing you at least saved yourself.”

You glanced at Loki as your vision blurred with the tears of realisation. Everything you had was turning to ash before you. You blinked away the droplet and sneered at him. He smirked and you knew. He smirked and he knew. It wasn’t an accident.

[y-so-hungry]

Midnight Food For Thought

Beelzebub x MC

Ok I wasn't sure whether to write it as "MC did this, they did that" or "you did this, you did that" or even "I did this, I did that" for this fic, so I went with the first option, lemme know if you guys prefer it a different style (I don't mind any way) and I'll keep that in mind for if/when I write another one of these!

This wasn’t the first time MC had gone downstairs for a midnight snack and found Beel already in the kitchen, but this was the first time they’d seen him in demon form at this hour. They supposed that’s why they lingered just by the steps, watching rather than going in. Not that he was scary in this form, but they worried he was upset, and would rather not be bothered. Beel didn’t have his head in the fridge like usual, oddly enough he seemed to be making something. Usually he was too hungry and tired at night to cook, so it was rather odd to see him kneading dough.

What was odder than that was it seemed he didn’t actually have any other ingredients out, just flour and a cup of water next to him. MC watched for a couple more minutes as he continued making more and more of this dough, adding flour and water and flour and water over and over again until the ball of dough was as wide as a dinner plate. That seems to be when he ran out of flour.

He sighed an oddly miserable sigh, and MC watched in confusion as he took a handful of dough and started… eating it. And it was only when he sat down a second later that they actually caught sight of his face.

There were tears running down his cheeks.

“Beel?” they said, finally calling attention to themself. Beel snapped up, fear flashing through his violet eyes before he saw them. After that, all that showed on his face was a mixture of guilt and embarrassment, his face turning as red as his hair and eyes filling with even more tears.

“Beel?” MC repeated, making their way into the kitchen. “What’s wrong, why are you crying? And why are you just eating dough? I’m sure there’s something a lot better than that to eat.”

Beel looked down and took another bite of his pitiful midnight snack.

“There wasn’t,” he muttered.

“What? What do you mean?”

“There wasn’t anything else to eat,” he said, louder this time. “It was all gone, there was only a little bit of flour left. I-I didn’t know what else to do. I’m s-so hungry, I-I didn’t think I’d make it to Hell’s Kitchen before I passed out o-or something so I-I just--” he cut off with a tiny sob, raising a wrist to scrub at his eye.

“Oh Beel, I’m so sorry,” MC said, wrapping their arms around his shoulders and pulling his head to rest against them. His horns didn’t feel exactly comfortable against their ribcage, but they didn’t really care at the moment. “I could’ve sworn there was plenty of food earlier today--jeez I don’t know what happened to it all.” They gazed around at the now completely bare cupboards, feeling almost angry at them for being empty despite the fact it’s not actually their fault.

“There was food! I saw it! We must’ve eaten it all at dinner, I didn’t even go in the kitchen to make sure I’d have something for tonight,” Beel said. His stomach snarled right then, and he quickly shoved another handful of dough in his mouth, grimacing at the taste.

“There should be more, Lucifer always takes into account how much you need to eat--wait, who went shopping this week?” MC asked.

“Mammon,” Beel growled. “He probably spent half the money on some sale and didn’t get enough food.”

“Goddammit Mammon,” MC said, pinching their brow and squeezing their eyes shut. I’ll have to beat him up later, they thought. Snag his credit card, buy poor Beel all the cheeseburgers he wants. They opened their eyes to see the hungry demon was already halfway through his tiny meal, more tears coursing down his face as he watched his food disappear.

“Hey,” they said softly, cupping his cheek and tilting his head up so he could meet their eyes. “We’re gonna go get you something to eat, okay? Something real, not just sticky dough. We’re gonna go to Hell’s Kitchen and you’ll end up so full your shirt doesn’t fit right, how does that sound?”

The rumble that sounded from Beel’s stomach at the suggestion seemed to be rather painful; he wrapped both his arms tightly around his belly, curling in on himself with gritted teeth and a small whimper.

“Oh Beel,” MC murmured, running a hand through his flaming hair. They gently pulled his arms until he stood up, still clutching his grumbling belly. They quickly grabbed his glob of dough still on the table and handed it to him, hoping it would be enough to tide him over until they both got to Hell’s Kitchen.

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MC called the restaurant on the way, letting them know the situation, so despite the fact that it was a rather busy night at Hell’s Kitchen, they were seated quickly, and in a quiet, secluded area of the restaurant. Beel asked for his usual, a large plate of burgers, and said he’d give MC a few. He always seemed to forget that MC didn’t need ten whole burgers to feel full, but they appreciated the thought nonetheless.

Beel’s dough was long gone now, and he kept pressing his fingers deep into his stomach, it’s rumbles only growing louder with time. Besides his belly though, Beel himself was rather quiet, staring down at the empty table with his eyes unfocused and far away.

“You okay, Beel?” MC asked. They felt a little stupid as soon as they said it; it’s quite clear that he’s not okay. But he blinked and glanced at them, seeming to understand what they meant.

“I just… really hate when this happens,” he muttered. “I get all wound up and upset, and now everyone gets to see the Avatar of Gluttony being an idiot and crying because he didn’t have enough of his stupid snacks.”

His face was screwed up now, anger and disgust warping his features into an expression MC wasn’t sure they’d ever seen on him before. They’d never seen him so repulsed, not even when he found out about Lucifer trapping Belphie in the attic.

“Beel, you shouldn’t say such mean things about yourself. You’re not being an idiot, and your snacks aren’t stupid, you need them, and that’s okay. You shouldn’t beat yourself up about this, it’s not your fault,” MC said, putting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing it gently. But his words were still bitter when he answered.

“I bet none of my brothers ever cry about their sins. Why can’t I just be like that? Why do I have to burst into tears if I miss breakfast in the morning, or if someone eats the rest of something I saved for later? Why can’t I just calm down?” Beel muttered, wrapping his arms more protectively over his belly. His shoulders and legs were tensed up so hard MC wondered if it hurt, he looked like he was trying to curl in on himself. Even his wings were wrapped around him, all in an attempt to protect his middle. His muscles bunched even tighter as his stomach gave another pitiful grumble, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

MC sighed and reached over, pulling at one of his arms curled around him until he moved it away with a questioning glance at them. They moved their own hand in to replace his, pressing their palm to his belly. They could feel it rumbling continuously against their hand, and they began rubbing gentle circles into his middle, loosening the knots of pain as best they could. Beel almost instantly relaxed, melting against the cushions of the booth. The grumblings of his belly didn’t stop, but they didn’t seem to be as painful as before.

“Your brothers do cry, you know,” MC said. “Sometimes about their sins, sometimes about other things, just like you.” Beel looked up at them, his eyebrows raised.

“Really?” he said. MC nodded, shifting closer to massage deeper into his middle. He relaxed further, leaning his head back with a small sigh.

“They do,” they said. “Yours I think is the worst of them to be honest. It causes you physical pain, and affects you more often and worse I think than the others. But that doesn’t mean their sins don’t hurt them.”

Beel scoffed, looking away from MC and down at the empty table again.

“What could Mammon possibly be crying about?” Beel snarled. “Getting his credit card taken away?”

“Well… yeah,” MC said. “Mammon can’t control his want for things. It’s a bit like if someone took food away from you. Not quite the same since that would actually hurt you, but it still upsets him. And I mean… He doesn’t actually like how greedy he is. He knows it can hurt people, he just can’t really stop. And that makes him sad.”

“…He actually feels bad about that stuff? I always thought he didn’t care,” Beel said.

“He does,” MC said. “It’s the same with your other brothers. Lucifer is so prideful that when he messes up even a little it can send him spiralling. Levi, his envy can get so intense he feels like he’s all alone in the universe. He gets so jealous of other people that it can blind him to what he has. Satan gets so angry sometimes that he starts crying out of rage. Asmo cries because he feels so much love for people that it hurts to see them in pain. That and of course he gets angry at himself for being so vain. And I’m sure you’ve seen how upset Belphie can get when he hasn’t slept. I've seen him go to bed with tears running down his face after a whole day with no rest.”

“I have too,” Beel said solemnly. “I used to hug him when he couldn’t sleep after Lilith died. Even when I got hungry in the middle of the night, I’d hold him until he fell asleep. …Though I think sometimes he’d pretend to be asleep when he heard my stomach, that way I would go downstairs to get something. He always worried that I didn’t eat enough.”

His stomach growled pointedly right then, loud enough that Beel actually looked down at his belly in surprise before wincing in pain. Those chefs are really taking their sweet time getting his food here.

“Well he had reason to,” MC said, rubbing deep, soothing circles into the place where it seemed to hurt most. “Basically my point is that you’re not the only one who struggles with their sin. I think you struggle the most, but you’re not an idiot for crying over something that hurts.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I never knew my brothers got upset about that kinda stuff,” Beel said, and he shifted closer to them, laying his cheek on their head for a moment and careful to avoid hitting them with his horns. “Thanks for coming with me, MC. You’re the best.”

His words were simple but they made MC’s heart swell with happiness. They were so happy actually, that they may have lost focus and pressed a little too deep into Beel’s stomach. MC only realized this after he grimaced and stiffened up, a loud growl erupting from his middle, the hungry rumbles shaking their fingers before tapering off.

MC opened their mouth to apologize, but Beel was already waving it off with a miserable glance at his stomach.

“Don’t even, it’s not your fault,” he said. “I’m starving. It’s just so empty now, it feels like it’s trying to eat itself. The chefs must be really understaffed today or something, they usually have my food out by now.”

Not a second after he said that though, the rich, thick smell of a variety of foods suddenly got a lot stronger as several people made their way to MC and Beel’s booth. They were waiters, about ten in all, each carrying at least two platters piled high with food, if not more. MC could see burgers, fries, pizza, sushi, and then it seems for dessert they had platters full of Wicked Cupcakes and apple pie.

At the sight of the food MC was reminded that the whole reason they even found Beel eating dough in the kitchen was because they’d been craving a midnight snack, and their own middle shifted hungrily as they gazed at the platters. Their stomach had nothing on Beel’s though, which gave a long, desperate rumble under MC’s hand. He even put his hand over theirs, pressing it deeper into his belly in an attempt to soothe his hunger.

“Sorry for the wait,” one of the waiters said, giving a small chuckle at the look of surprise and desire on Beel’s face. “We wanted to bring it out all at once as a surprise!”

“Well you definitely surprised me,” Beel said, eyes wide as they set down the food in front of him, swallowing thickly at the scent of the burgers only a foot away. But suddenly he got a rather sad look on his face, and he squeezed his eyes closed. “I-I’m sorry, I can’t take all this, Lucifer would kill me if I bought this much food at once--”

“Beel, you misunderstand, it’s on the house!” a curly haired waiter said, giving him a quick pat on the shoulder after setting down a platter of apple pie.

“What?” Beel said, his eyes flicking open again, but staring at the waiter instead this time. “Why?”

“MC told us what happened,” the waiter answered. “And when you came in here you looked so upset, we wanted to do something special for you. You’re our oldest customer here, you were here buying food back when Hell’s Kitchen was small and struggling to stay open.”

“I remember when you found out we were on the edge of going out of business you bought all your meals here for weeks until business picked up again so we could keep everything afloat,” another waiter chimed in.

“And you’ve brought your brothers here for every birthday you’ve had since we opened,” said someone else.

“You’ve been here for us for years, Beel,” the curly haired waiter said. “We figured it was time we tried to pay you back.”

Beel stared at the waiters gathered around him for a moment, his mouth open but with no sound coming out.

“Thank you,” he said eventually. “Thank you, that… that means a lot.” He looked down, his face turning red as his voice cracked with emotion. Several waiters made noises of sympathy or an understanding chuckle, before they all suddenly gathered around the back of the booth, reaching forward to wrap their arms around Beel. MC laughed at the awkwardness of everyone pressed around them, but they could tell Beel was enjoying the affection immensely, a small smile widening on his face, a soft blush in his cheeks.

However, his belly had other plans.

A loud rumble suddenly sounded from Beel’s stomach, sounding quite empty, and desperate for the food in front of it. MC could feel his stomach shaking under their hand, and it was certain that anyone who’s arms or hands were near his belly could feel it too.

“Aww, Beel!”

“Your poor belly!”

“Jeez, you’re really empty aren’t you?”

“Poor thing!”

If it was possible Beel turned even redder, laughing a little nervously as MC patted his belly sympathetically.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I’m starving.”

“No shit,” said the curly haired waiter with a laugh. “We’ll leave you and MC to your food. You fill up, let us know if you need anything, alright?” Beel nodded, waving goodbye to the waiters as they returned to their jobs.

“Wow,” he whispered, staring at all the food. “I… fuck, I don’t even know where to start.” He sounded overwhelmed, but in a delighted, eager way. His belly gurgled excitedly, and he quickly reached out, grabbing the first thing his fingers touched, which happened to be a burger. He ate half of it in one bite.

“Mmmmf,” he said, letting his head fall back against the cushion as he chewed. When he swallowed MC could feel his stomach immediately start to churn and contract, breaking down the food rapidly. It seemed quite happy to finally have something to digest.

“Feel better?” they said with a small laugh as he shoved the rest of the burger in his mouth. Beel just nodded, a deep sigh escaping him after he swallowed. It was in that relaxed, blissful moment that Beel’s form changed, his horns and wings retracting, his clothes shifting from the leather of his demon form back to his soft pajamas he’d gone to bed in.

“Much better,” he said. He reached for a slice of pizza next, folding it in his fingers so the whole thing would fit in his mouth easier. He looked a bit like a chipmunk now, and MC laughed at the way his cheeks puffed out.

“How the hell do you fit all that in your mouth?” they said. Beel swallowed, with a bit of difficulty it seems, but his eyes were bright when he answered.

“Lots of practice,” he said. “Chubby Bunny was my favorite game when I was little. I always won, even with Mammon stuffing bunnies in his mouth like a maniac.”

“…Human world Chubby Bunny is very different from Devildom Chubby Bunny.”

Beel laughed, grabbing a plate of sushi and ignoring the chopsticks, instead just picking it up with his fingers and popping the roll in his mouth. Then he suddenly looked down at MC, glancing from their eyes to their hand still rubbing his stomach, and back.

“Do… you want me to stop?” they asked, a little confused.

“Huh? Oh, no, well, I mean--Weren’t you hungry?” he said, pushing another roll of sushi in his mouth. “You came to the kitchen because you were hungry, right? Here, you like apple pie, right?” Beel pushed the large platter of pie slices over to them, looking expectantly from MC to the pie and back. They smiled and thanked him, transferring a slice to their plate and starting to eat. When MC took the first bite he beamed in approval before continuing to eat his own food.

For a while there was silence, each of them too focused on their food to talk much, but after finishing their second slice of pie MC was starting to feel a bit sleepy again. They turned to Beel, wondering if he wanted to box up the rest of his food and eat it at home, but when they actually saw him, that was no longer at the forefront of their mind.

Beel had actually stopped eating, though not because he’d run out of food, in fact there were a few platters still untouched. No, Beel had stopped eating because there was a significant swell in his middle that definitely hadn’t been there before. His stomach was so full it had begun to press against his shirt, making it look a bit smaller than it was supposed to. He looked up at MC after a moment, hands over his stomach, and a sleepy little smile on his face.

“Think ‘m full now,” he said. “You weren’t lying when you said I’d be so full my shirt doesn’t fit right.” MC laughed, reaching over to press their hand into his belly again. It was still grumbling, but it was in a muffled, happy way now. They weren’t sharp noises, more soft and low, almost like the sound of a kitten purring.

“You sure sound full,” they said, massaging slow circles into his stomach. “You wanna head home? We can get boxes for the rest of your food, we can eat it for breakfast tomorrow.”

Beel nodded, but suddenly leaned over, pressing his cheek to the top of their head.

“Thanks for coming here with me. An’ for rubbing m’ tummy. That felt really nice, even when I was hungry,” he mumbled into their hair. MC laughed and patted his swollen middle.

“Well tell you what, when we get home I’ll rub your tummy all you want, how bout that?” they said. Beel made a small noise of delight and wrapped his arms around them in a tight hug.

It was the best hug they’d ever gotten in their life.