#youre out there please respond to my text and let me know youre awake calling you 8 minutes late feels awkward��… like girl help

[verytendou]

Kicks rock

[miniimight]

Hellooo! Could you please write for the boys where the reader is sick but doesn't tell them bcs she doesn't wanna bother them?? I love your your blog sm 💙💙

HIDING YOUR SICKNESS ! reader doesn't wanna bother her boyfriend

with izuku, bakugo, rody + fem!reader (pro hero era)

notes thanks for the request anon !!

you: hey i don't think i can make our date tonight... i'm sorry, something came up

he frowned when he got the text. he pinched the bridge of his nose and his overthinking kicked in. you'd been distancing yourself a lot recently... between you spending all your time at someone else's place, having to postpone dates, and his hero work, you barely got to see each other.

he was worried. he pressed the call button and waited for you to pick up.

IZUKU

"hello? y/n?"

you folded from the concern in his voice. he was always going to be worried about you, no matter what you tried to do.

"izuku..." you rasped and you could tell he was taken aback.

"what's wrong, honey?" he said softly. "you don't sound too good..."

you bit your lip. oh, what the hell. he was going to find out anyway. "i'm just a little sick, that's all. i can handle—"

"sick?!" izuku exclaimed and you shied away from his volume. "my love, you should have told me."

"no, it's really okay—"

"how long have you felt this way? is this why you've been postponing our dates? where are you right now?" he ignored your protests and rambled on with more questions for a bit. you weakly answered them all.

"okay, sweetheart, i'm on my way." you could hear him huffing as you assumed he leapt across rooftops. "stay on call..."

a burden was lifted off your shoulders, and the relief made you fall asleep right then and there.

later—though how much later, you didn't know—you blinked the sleep out of your eyes. groaning, you stretched your arms and propped your body up with your elbows.

"oh, you're awake. lay down, love."

you tuned into izuku's voice, squinting through your daze. he was sitting at your bedside, a wet rag in his hand. he shushed you when you tried to ask him all your questions, gently laying the rag across your forehead and kissing your heated cheek.

"you had a fever, honey." izuku hummed, pulling the chair closer to the bed and leaning over the side. "you shouldn't have been under all those stuffy blankets."

you frowned and looked around. the windows were open, the curtains flowing as fresh air filtered in. it was true, you did feel a little less suffocated.

you pursed your lips, feeling guilty. "i'm sorry."

he was absolutely bewildered. "what could you possibly be sorry for?"

you sniffed, rubbing your eyes. "you were at work, right? and..."

izuku softened, stroking your temples with understanding. "it's never an issue for me to take care of you, love. don't be sad. just relax and let me handle everything, okay? i'm here now, to take care of you."

BAKUGO

"where are you and why have you been avoiding my calls?"

you pressed your lips into a thin line. straight to the point, as usual. "i'm... i'm staying at a friend's for the time being." you tried to speak evenly, without any tiredness.

you heard bakugo sigh deeply. "what's the matter, baby? and don't think about hidin' anything from me."

you groaned internally, letting your head drop against the mattress. you mumbled.

"what was that?"

you flared up, heat overwhelming your body. "i'm sick! okay?! i'm so sick right now."

he didn't respond.

you sighed. "i didn't want you to catch anything or worry about it. i can handle it and i'll be back in no time."

he scoffed. "fuck that. i'm coming to get you."

"kat, really—?!"

"yes, really!" you heard faint explosions in the background. "seriously, thinking you can recover on your own when you can't even speak properly." he chuckled.

you wanted to retort, but your throat burned. hmph, you thought. you let yourself drift asleep, feeling comforted.

later, you woke up in his bed to the sound of clanking pots in the kitchen. brows furrowed, you groaned as you stretched, your body buzzing after you let yourself drop into the plush mattress once more.

bakugo peeked into the room. "you're up. good. you need to eat." with an apron on, he placed an assortment of dishes in front of you; soup, fruits, and some cough drops for later.

you sat up a little, startled when his hand pressed against your forehead.

"you have a fever." he shook his head, disappointed. "you probably made it a little worse, isolating yourself under all those sheets. you were overheated when i got you."

you pouted, taking a sip of water.

he craned his neck to meet your eyes, thinking you'd be relieved being home and in his care. you clearly had something on your mind. "baby..." he held your hand. "jus' tell me what's on your mind."

you met his eyes briefly before looking away. "i... didn't want you to miss work for this."

"this matters more than paperwork." he rolled his eyes, a soft smile on his face. he squeezed your hands. "just eat up and rest up. i'll handle everything else."

RODY

"y/n?"

"nope!" his little sister, lala, chirped. "it's me!"

during his last layover, he hadn't been getting much of a response from you. he trusted you with everything, but he was worried. now that he was back in otheon, he was ready to figure out what the hell was going on.

he chuckled at his sister. you must've given her your phone to play her favorite game. "hey, lala. where's y/n, do you know?"

"she's sleeping now." rody could hear her breathing as she pattered over to where he assumed you were laying down. "sleeping like a log."

"yeah?" rody responded, deep in thought. it wasn't like you to sleep while looking after his siblings, so he knew something was wrong. "what was she doing before she fell asleep?"

"uhhh... she made lunch for us?" lala sniffed. "i feel bad, though."

rody's eyebrows creased, tugging a suitcase behind him as he unconsciously walked faster. "why's that?"

"she's got a mask on, and she doesn't want us too close to her..." lala sighed. "and she's burning up."

rody put the pieces together. he raced to the carpark and zoomed on home, bursting through the door.

the loud noise startled you out of your slumber, sitting upright. the abrupt motion made you dizzy and you groaned. lala pat your shoulder, concerned.

rody dropped his suitcase to the ground, kneeling at your side. slipping off his gloves, he pressed his hand to the side of your neck.

"seriously, babe, you should've told me when you started feeling off." he frowned, bustling about to grab you the things you needed. "i could've left any time."

your eyes were glassy when you looked at him, and he felt his heart twisting. "m'sorry," you mumbled from behind the mask. "i didn't want to bother you..."

he scoffed and pulled the mask off your face, squishing your cheeks. he looked you square in the eye. though he was scolding you, he was so soft and gently. "you never bother me. all i think about is you, lala, and roro. i want to know everything you're feeling, no matter what."

you smiled, looking lopsided as your face was still in his hands. "okay."

he grinned and kissed you.

"ugh!" you recoiled, scooching away from him. "rody! you'll get sick!"

he crossed his arms, smiling. "and? we can be in that boat together."

you rolled your eyes. "oh my god."

"aw, don't be like that, baby." rody cuddled up next to you, peppering you with affection. "come on, let me take care of you."

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[blueeyedgirll]

Sneaking In - Sal Fisher x F!Reader

a/n: this is something i literally think about constantly :)> sneaking out was sal’s idea not yours there’s no delinquency here. unfortunately this is NOT part two of he’d loooove that because to be transparent i don’t know where to go with it! i promise i started it though it’ll come out soon •3•

this fic includes: boyfriend sneaking in trope, rebellion, sal ITCHING to see you, no use of y/n, for some reason you don’t have a screen on your window but whatever, established relationship, smooching, cuddling

The dark, late night sprawls outside as the twinkle of fairy lights keeps you awake. The chatter from the movie you were watching keeps your ears occupied as you consider texting or calling someone to ease the boredom overtaking you.

You settle on your boyfriend, Sal.

You and Sal had been dating for almost a year and a half. You started dating in the beginning of freshman year, and are still together now, halfway through sophomore year. Dating Sal had been nothing short of wonderful. He has always been such a kind and loving person, and it shows in your relationship. You and Sal are the kind of couple that people call “goals,” or talk about because they “need a relationship like that.”

You pick up your phone to text Sal, but upon reaching his contact, you decide to call him instead.

The line rings once, twice, and then he picks up.

“Hey, love. Are you alright? Why are you calling so late?” He says as less of a question for his sake and more to make sure you were okay.

“Yeah, I just missed you,” You respond.

“Well, I miss you too. I’m glad you called.” Sal pauses for a moment and you hear shuffling.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to move Gizmo off my bed so I can lie down.”

You laugh at the thought of Sal trying his hardest to gently move his very large cat off the bed.

“Just pick him up,” You say, realizing that it’s in his nature to be gentle so he likely wouldn’t.

“No, he’s comfortable.” You hear him scoff in frustration and the thunk of him hitting the bed. “I give up.”

You laugh and change the subject.

“Well, what were you doing before you decided to evacuate Gizmo?”

“Honestly… I was trying to study for my history test, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh, yeah. It was really hard to try to remember what years the American Revolution took place when the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen kept crossing my mind.”

His sudden compliment made you smile.

“Why, thank you. Luckily I wasn’t doing anything productive, because I promise you I would’ve been in the same boat…” You think for a moment. You both really miss each other, so why not make plans for the weekend?

“Sal, I want to see you. Want to hang out tomorrow?”

He pauses before he answers.

“Why wait?”

“What?”

“Why wait until tomorrow? I miss you now.”

You consider his point. You missed him now, too. But the thorough punishment that awaited you if your parents found out hung over you like a storm cloud.

“Sal, my parents will kill me if I sneak out.”

“Then let me.”

“My parents will also kill me if they catch me sneaking my boyfriend in my room in the dead of night. Can’t you hear how bad that sounds?”

“That’s why they won’t catch me. Please, baby? I can be sneaky, I promise.”

You pause for a moment.

You consider.

You decide the reward outweighs the consequences.

“Okay. I’ll see you in a few then?”

You can hear him silently cheer. “Yes you will. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The phone beeps after the call ends. A rush of adrenaline and emotions flows through you as it fully processes that you’re sneaking your boyfriend in, but the risk just made it that much more fun.

A few minutes pass that consist of you switching between pacing your room and tidying up. You realize that Sal needs to get in somehow, so you turn to leave your room and unlock the back door. Before you could leave, however, you hear a tap on the window.

You throw open your curtains and it is none other than Sal. His electric blue hair illuminated by the moonlight, he stares up at you, eyes visibly crinkled through the eyeholes in his mask.

You open the window to let him in. He smiles up at you and hoists himself onto your windowsill before jumping silently onto your floor. He stops to look around for a moment, then pulls you into his arms.

“We have a door, you know,” You say teasingly.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

You smile at him and draw your hands around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. You reach to the back of his head and unbuckle his mask, and he bows his head to let you.

You pull the mask off of his scarred face and he looks at you longingly with his bright blue lovesick eyes. Before either of you can speak, you both lean into a kiss. His lips meet yours in a unification powerful enough to make your knees tremble. He wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you deeper into the kiss, allowing you to run your hands through his soft hair.

"Wasn't this worth it? And, hey, I bet your parents are still sound asleep. They don't have a clue!" Sal drags out the last few words of his sentence in an excited whisper.

"Yeah, it was. Thank you for coming over."

"No problem. I missed you and it made me really want to see you."

"I can tell."

He smiles at your comment and moves to sit on your bed. You set his mask on your bedside table and follow his lead by propping yourself up on the headboard, patting the spot beside you to urge him over. He sits right next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He's so close that you can feel how warm he is through his sweater and smell his body wash.

He turns his head to give you a kiss on the cheek. You wrap your arms around his waist and fit your head into the spot between his neck and his collarbone, listening to his heart steadily beating.

"I love you," Sal whispers. "I love you, too."

[alotofpockets]

Unknown | Alessia Russo

Pairing: Alessia Russo x Actress!Reader

Summary: You get a flower delivery but the bouquet isn't from who you thought it was.

Warnings: Angst (happy ending), stalker fan.

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 2k

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You were busy rehearsing lines for tomorrow when your doorbell rang. On the other side of the door stood a delivery person with a bouquet of flowers in their hands. “Thank you, have a good day.” You say when taking the flowers from them. The flowers were absolutely beautiful, you find the tag, which reads a simple ‘I love you x’, your heart warms at the thought of your girlfriend thinking of you while she’s away. 

Alessia was attending an award show on the other side of the country, and her management had arranged for a few interviews surrounding it, making her trip three days instead of leaving the same day again. Usually you’d be Alessia’s plus one to events, as would she for you, but this time you weren’t able to. You were in the middle of filming your new project that was being filmed in London, so you were able to stay at your own place for the duration.

You were about to leave for work when you found out that your car wasn't starting. In frustration you hit the steering wheel, you couldn't be late for this shoot. You text Lotte, hoping that the usual early bird is awake already.

Y/n: Heyy, are you up already?

Alessia’s teammates had become your friends over the two years that you had been dating.

Lotte: Yeah, what's up?

The girl responded within a minute.

Y/n: Is there any way you can drive me to work like right now? My car isn't starting and I have to be there in an hour.

Lotte: Yes, I've got you. I'll be there in ten.

You head back inside, deciding on having a quick breakfast at home, instead of having breakfast on set to save you some time. 

With a knock on the door Lotte announced that she was there, you let her in to offer her a cup of coffee while you finished your breakfast. “Thank you so much for doing this.” She gives you a side hug, “Of course, no problem at all.” She sits down at the counter and looks over at the flowers. “Less?” She asks and you nod with a smile, “So sweet, right?”

Lotte dropped you off at work and told you to call her when you needed a ride back. “Thanks again, Lotte, I owe you one.” 

You hadn't gotten the chance to talk to Alessia yet, when you weren't filming she was in interviews. But it was a good day of shooting, you managed to get two scenes done today like how the crew had planned. You gave Lotte a call, before you changed out of your character's clothes back into your own.

“You're a lifesaver, Lotte.” You say as you step into her car. “Do you have dinner plans tonight? If not, can I please invite you over as a thank you?” Lotte accepted your invitation but made sure to let you know that it wasn't necessary as a thank you but she'd love the company. The two of you were so deep in conversation when you arrived back at your apartment, that you didn't notice that Alessia’s car was parked in the lot. 

Once you get into your apartment, you notice a familiar pair of shoes standing next to your door. “Lessi, baby, you're back early?” You ask full of enthusiasm, but you're met with silence. It's only when you walk into the kitchen that you see her, she looks both angry and upset. “Who are these from?” Your brow furrows, “What do you mean who are they from? Are they not from you?” Alessia stands to her feet, “I didn't, so please don't fool me.” 

Lotte who had been quietly standing in the background speaks up, “I know it's none of my business but Less, this morning y/n was happily telling me the flowers were from you.” Alessia looks between the two of you. “And what exactly are you doing here?” You step in now, realising that Alessia might be thinking the flowers were from Lotte. “My car broke down, and Lotte is the only person I know that's awake early enough for my set times, so I asked her to drive me to work.” 

Alessia seemed to calm down, and believed what you were telling her. “Why would someone randomly send flowers without signing their name?” You shrug, “I have no clue, maybe someone left the wrong address or something. Let’s just leave it behind us, I want to know how your event went.” The three of you prepare dinner, and talk the rest of the evening.

Everything seemed to be back to usual, until a couple days later a box of chocolates was delivered to you on set. The handwriting on the note matched the one on the bouquet, a cold chill ran down your spine when the realisation hit that this wasn't just coincidental but that there was someone out there that knew where you lived, and when you would be on set.

Your first thought was to video call your girlfriend. After pressing the call button, you start pacing your trailer. “Hi my love, is everything alright?” She could read on your face that something was troubling you. “Less, the flowers, it wasn't a coincidence. They delivered something here addressed to me.” Alessia was furious but stayed calm for you. “Okay, here's what we're going to do. I'm coming over right now, and we'll talk to security at the set, make sure no strangers or packages are to be accepted. Then once you're done with work I’m taking you back to my place. I've got you, okay?” You nod. “Thank you, baby.” 

Alessia stayed on the call with you until she arrived at your set and had her eyes on you. You ran into her arms, and she held you tight. “It's okay, you're okay.” She whispered to calm you down. “I know but it's just so scary that they know where I live and where I work.” With a nod she let you know that she understood your worries. “Do you have time to talk to security now or do you need to head back?” You look at your phone, “I've got about fifteen minutes before I have to get back. Can we please talk to them first?” 

She took your hand, and explained to the head of security what was going on. He assured you that they would make sure that they would keep you safe, and even offered for someone to walk you back to your car, just to be sure. You thanked him, before making your way over to the set.

The rest of your work day you were able to put the worrying to the back of your mind, knowing that Alessia was here and the security team was aware of the situation. It was later that evening, in Alessia's apartment when the worrying started to come back. “They know where I live. What if I go back to my apartment and they're just there? What am I supposed to do?” Alessia held you through your worries. “We're going to figure something out, my love.” 

You didn't get much sleep that night but with an early call again, you made your way to the car. As promised a security guard escorted you from your car to your trailer, which you were grateful for. During hair and makeup, you were more quiet than usual, being too tired to use your energy for socialising. 

The day was going fine, until you heard commotion coming from outside your trailer. You open the trailer door to see if everything was alright, only to find a man trying to get through security screaming your name. “Y/n! You haven’t been home all week, I had to come see you at work. Please come y/n, I need to see you.” You’re frozen in place at the top of the small stairs. “Get back inside, we've got this.” The security called over his shoulder. You closed the door behind you and leaned your back against it. 

Alessia had explained the previous encounters you had with her teammates, everyone had been very supportive and said that if you needed anything they were there for you. She was in the gym with them, when her phone rang, your name on the display. You knew each other's schedules very well, so she knew that if you were calling during her training times something was wrong.

She snapped out of her shocked state, and answered the phone. “Y/n, wh-” She didn't get further than that as you interrupted her between sobs. “He's here” Alessia's worry grows. “Here as in on set?” Her words caught the attention of their teammates, who all stopped what they were doing. “He's next to my trailer, security is trying to keep him back.” Alessia got up and started gathering her stuff, “I'm on my way. I can stay on the phone, if you’d like.” You shake your head, “I'm okay, you focus on driving please.”

The small group of her teammates that were in the same part of the gym, had all grabbed their stuff as well and followed Alessia to the locker room. “We're not letting you go alone.��� Katie said, Lotte, Caitlin, and Leah nod agreement. 

They arrived and saw a parking lot filled with police cars, and saw two officers walk a man to the car in handcuffs. Alessia was so angry that she wanted to run up to him, she didn't know what she would do but thanks to Katie holding her back, she wouldn't have to. 

The group walked up to the security guard securing the entrance. Alessia holds up her visiting badge, he nods in approval, “What about the rest of you?” Alessia speaks up for them, “They're with me. We're here for y/n y/l/n, she's my girlfriend.” He shakes his head, “I'm sorry miss but I can't let anyone in without permission.” That's when Alessia sees the head of security, “Paul! Can you come here for a second?” He rushes towards Alessia, “Miss Russo, I'm so sorry for what happened. I will get to the bottom of how he got in, you have my word.” Alessia shakes her head, “Thank you, Paul. For now, can you get my friends in?” He tells the other security guard to let them through and escort them to your trailer.

You see the familiar Arsenal training kits in the corner of your eyes while you’re giving your statement to the police. “Excuse me, can you give me one moment?” The officer looks over her shoulder, and nods. You run towards Alessia and let her wrap her arms around you tightly, as your head is pressed into her chest. Once you’ve had your moment of comfort, you step away from her and say a quick hello to the rest of the girls. “I need to finish giving my statement, you can wait in my trailer if you want to.” You point toward the one that is your. Alessia tells the girls to go ahead, while she stays near you. 

Once the officer was done with your statement, Alessia wrapped her arm around your shoulder and placed a kiss on your temple. “Let’s go inside, my love.” You told the girls what happened, and they tell you that they saw him being put into the back of a police car in handcuffs, which honestly made you feel a bit better. 

Alessia was focussed on one part of your story, the fact that he had said he needed to come to your work since you hadn’t been home. That meant that he had been spying on your house, and also didn’t know where you had been staying. “Hey, love, I know it’s under the worst circumstances ever, but I have loved living with you over the last couple of days, and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to move in with me, like permanently.” Your smile grew, “Yes, I would love to. It’s been so great to come home to you.” Alessia brings you in for a hug, as your trailer fills with aw’s. 

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[bitchesuntitled]

Lies, Excuses and Bullshit

Pairing: Exboyfriend!Dave York x f!Reader

Summary: A man with a double life willing to do anything to keep his obsession around, and a woman who doesn't know what she's gotten herself into.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ MDNI, go on get! Breaking up, creepy!Dave, infidelity, stalker behavior from Dave, oral(f receiving), spanking, unprotected PIV(make smarter choices), manipulation, and if there is anything I missed please let me know!

A/N: Phew, not sure what happened here. This is a first, I don't usually write darker stuff but something about Dave made it just fly out of my finger tips. This was written for @punkshort's AU August Challenge! Thank you Shortie for letting me be part of the challenge 😊 I need to shout out @beefrobeefcal @strang3lov3 @ozarkthedog and @mothandpidgeon thank you all for the encouragement and lending your eyeballs for this story! ❤️

@jay-zzle, my love, my bestie. This one is for you! 🥰❤️🥰❤️

Masterlist||AO3

divider by @saradika-graphics

You thought things were fine. Dave is the perfect gentleman. It is a complete shock to see this text from your friend. It was a picture of Dave with another woman and two little girls at a soccer game. Maybe it’s his niece's soccer game and he’s just there being a good uncle? Until the next text comes in.

Isn’t that your boyfriend?

Another picture is attached featuring Dave, his arm around the woman. Then another and another and another. More evidence to suggest he is obviously in a relationship with the woman and you are the one left in the dark on this whole situation.

You stopped responding to your friend a while ago, staring at the pictures they sent. Back and forth, memorizing every detail. The way he’s looking at her. The way his arm is around her. The way he’s touching her. The way he kissed her -  that was the one that sealed your fate of knowing you had in fact not been seeing a recently divorced man but a married one. Your phone buzzes with another text notification.

D. York: Hey baby, still picking you up at 9 right?

You glare at your phone unsure of what the next step is. Obviously he is cheating on his wife unbeknownst to you. How does somebody even handle something like this? You really liked Dave, you saw a future with him. Your relationship has been going on for months now.

After neglecting to respond your phone buzzes again with another text from the man himself.

D. York: Been thinking about you 

You roll your eyes and text him back.

You: Not tonight. Don’t feel good.

D. York: Aw you poor thing. Do you need anything?

You didn’t even have the energy to respond with this new found information rattling around your brain, pressing the button to make your phone sleep and making your way to your bedroom. You plugged your phone in and crawled into bed, ignoring the constant buzz against your nightstand as you tried to drift off. The sun was still out but you couldn’t be awake right now. You needed to shut your brain off and this was the only way you knew how.

There was a pounding on your door when you woke with a startle. The moon casting shadows through the curtains into your room. You checked your phone, seeing the multiple notifications, some from your friends and some from Dave. He’d also tried calling several different times.

D. York: Are you okay?

Did you talk to him yet?

D. York: Do you want some company?

Want me to kick his ass?

D. York: How are you feeling?

What do you plan to say?

D. York: Baby, please answer me. Getting a little worried here.

The pounding on your door continued as you checked your phone. The doorbell camera he insisted on getting for you and installed showed Dave at your doorstep holding a plastic bag, grumbling, you got out of bed and walked towards the door.

“I’m coming. Give it a rest,” you shout, hoping Dave can hear you over his loud knocks.

Sliding the chain lock you open the door.

“Baby,” Dave sighs with relief, “What have you been doing? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for hours now!”

“I told you, I don’t feel good,” you shrug, “I’ve been sleeping.”

“I’m sorry to wake you, I started to get worried,” Dave says, looking around your living room, “I got you some stuff to hopefully help with whatever bug you’ve seemed to catch.”

You watch as he carefully steps into your space, placing the bag on the coffee table in front of your couch.

“Dave,” you sigh, “I know.”

“Know what?” Dave asks, hands on his hips and shaking his head with a smirk.

“I know you’re still married.”

You see his adam's apple bob as he swallows, flopping back onto the couch, and clasping his hands together. He stays silent for a moment, contemplating what to say next.

“How’d you find out?”

Your eyes widen, not expecting him to fold so easily. 

“A friend sent me some photos from today at the soccer field,” you murmur, trying to keep the wavering in your voice to a minimum.

“I see,” Dave says with a nod.

“You also have kids?”

Dave nods again, facing you this time.

“Why?”

“Why what?” Dave scoffs, “Sleep with you?”

“I wouldn’t just call what we’ve been doing as ‘sleeping together,’ Dave,” you say, using your fingers as air quotes when the words sleeping together leave your mouth.

“It’s really not that big of a deal,” Dave chuckles, “I get bored from time to time and like to play with someone new.”

“Your wife know that?” you ask, glaring at him. This man who you thought you knew is showing an entirely different side of himself, and you don’t like it.

“She doesn’t need to know because it’s not a big deal.” Dave sighs exasperated.

“I think it’s best if you left.”

“Alright,” Dave says standing, “If that’s what you want.”

“Yep,” you say with a sharp nod.

“Listen,” Dave says, reaching a hand towards your arm, and you slid your arm back letting him know not to touch you, and he put his hand down beside him, “Okay, well, it’s really not as big of a deal as you’re making it out to be. I like you, I like what we’ve been–”

“Dave, you’re cheating on your wife,” you grit through your teeth interrupting the spiel he was going on, and swung the door open for him, “Leave.”

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“Fucking take it.” Dave growls in your ear, thrusting his hips harshly into you, “Just like that baby.”

Your moans fill his ears, he can tell you’re close. The way your walls flutter around his length, squeezing him tighter. He can practically taste your climax in the air around him, gripping your hips tighter and angling them so he can get deeper.

“Dave,” you sob, after a particularly harsh thrust. Fingers gripping the sheets beneath you, back arching as you continue to cry out his name.

Dave. Dave. Dave.

“David!”

Dave jumps to the sound of Carol’s voice. Looking around to see he’s in his own bed in his home, not yours.

“Honey, your alarm has been going off for 10 minutes now.”

He lets out a sigh facing his reality, adjusting the hardness in his pajama bottoms. It was just a dream. It’s been months since he’s seen you. You’ve seemed to make your way into his brain at all times of the day, conscious or not.

“I’m gonna get the girls ready but you don’t need to be late for work again,” Carol says, giving him a smile and wink. After last night, he’s not sure how much longer he can do this. He’s been trying to have sex with Carol more. Sure, she’s his wife but she doesn’t scratch the same itch you did.

He’s tried. He’s tried to be a good husband, he’s tried to be a good dad and he’s exhausted. Dave feels himself becoming more of a shell since you told him to leave.

You’ve made it abundantly clear you want nothing to do with him. He tried to reach out to you, only to have his number blocked. You disabled your doorbell camera after he left that night. You must have known he’d try and look at it on his phone, you knew he had the information for your account. Why wouldn’t he try to look?

What you don’t know is that once Carol takes the girls to school, he gets the second phone hidden in the false bottom of a shoe box in his closet that is an exact copy of your own. He can see who you’re texting, where you’re at, how things at work are going, who you’re hanging out with. It’s become an obsession to check it daily.

—

As he steps out of the shower, Carol shouts up the stairs that she’s leaving with the girls, and the front door closes shortly after. Time to start his day.

Getting dressed in his running gear and snatching his headphones from the dresser. He makes his way to the closet. Finding the shoe box with your duplicated phone.

Texts from your friends, a text from your boss and a missed call from your mom. What catches his eye the most is the notification from some jackass on Tinder. James. Scanning James’ profile he’s definitely not your type: blonde hair, green eyes, gelled back hair, and a full beard.

James, 29

Looking for a girl who just wants to have some fun, if it leads to more that’s cool too. I like hiking, graduated from Harvard, hanging with my bros, anything else hmu

Dave shakes his head as he reads the messages shared between the two of you. He scans reading hellos, good nights, sharing random facts about each other, until he stumbles upon the most recent messages

James: Hello gorgeous 😉

Hello 😊

James: So I’ve been thinking would you wanna meet up? Go get a drink or something?

Sure! 7 good?

James: Awesome! Yeah. Do you know where Sal’s is?

I do! It’s not far from my job

James: Perfect! I’ll see ya then beautiful

No. No way in hell is this James guy meeting up with you. Dave calls the office letting them know he’s taking a personal day, he has some business to take care of.

—

Sal’s is exactly what you expected it to be. Dark, dingey, and small. Not too crowded thankfully, it’s definitely got character though. The random decor on the wall is confusing. You can’t tell if this is supposed to be a sports or a punk bar with the random band posters on the wall along with sports jerseys next to them.

Making your way to the bar you sit down on a stool, flagging down the bartender.

“What’s your poison for the night?” He asks, wiping his hands on the towel he was carrying.

“Jack and Coke,” you say, slipping your hand into your bag to get your wallet out. He makes quick work of mixing the drink and placing it in front of you, handing over your card while you hear the jingle of the door.

“Starting a tab?” The bartender asks, swiping your card.

“No, thank you,” you smile as he hands your card back to you, putting it back in your wallet.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see someone standing a couple stools away. Looking down at your drink, moving the straw around before taking a drink. You take a peek at your watch to see it’s 10 minutes before you’re supposed to meet James. 

Maybe this was a bad idea, you haven’t had to do this in months. It was easier when Dave just kind of fell into your life.

“Whiskey on the rocks.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up when you heard the familiar timber of his voice, head snapping to look at him. Dave. His smirk as he waits on his drink says it all, he knew you would be here. Was he James?

“Are you fucking serious?” You hiss through your teeth.

Dave thanks the bartender, moving closer to you.

“I come in peace,” Dave says, sitting in the stool one away from you, “All I want to do is talk.”

“Are you James?” You ask through clenched teeth, glaring at him.

“Oh baby,” Dave tuts, “I’m not James, he’s very real.”

You continue to glare at him. Unable to force your brain to work with your limbs on moving, leaving, throwing your drink on him. Anything other than sitting here being in his presence.

“He wasn’t hard to convince to leave you alone though,” Dave looks at you with a smirk, one eyebrow raised and begins to chuckle, “One mention of snapping any finger that touches you sent him running.”

You try to swallow but your throat feels like a desert, gripping the tumbler in front of you and taking a swig. Did he… did he do something to James? Surely not, Dave wouldn’t even kill the spider that appeared in your apartment one day, scooped it up and took it outside. How could he cause harm to anything?

“Dave did you…” pausing pondering how to even ask the question.

“Did I hurt him?” Dave asks, scooting to the stool next to you and leaning in closer, invading your space and you nod your head, “No, just made it known what’s mine.”

You let out a sharp gasp at his words, arousal seeping into the gusset of your underwear, thighs clenching together at his closeness, feeling goosebumps erupt across your skin. This shouldn’t be happening but your body thinks otherwise.

“I’ve missed you baby,” Dave hums into your ear, “Don’t like how we ended things.”

The way he says it has the ice around your heart melting. You hate him but can’t help the way your heart betrays your brain at his words. Dave lets out a small growl, gripping your bare thigh beneath the bar top possessively.

“I’m staying in a hotel room tonight,” he says, the grip on your thigh becoming less and smoothing his hand against your inner thigh. Gliding his hand up, up, up. Pinky finger playing with the edge of your underwear under your skirt.

You grab his hand and pull it away from your core, bringing it to rest on your lap. Lacing your fingers with his, while his thumb rubs along your palm. You sigh, contemplating what to do. Go with him or send him packing like last time. The devil on your shoulder telling you to go with him, it’s just stress relief, it won’t- it can’t mean anything, he knows your body better than anyone else. The angel on the other side just repeating the same words, he’s still married.

In the words of your mother, if he doesn’t cheat with you then he’ll just find someone else. Might as well have fun.

“I’ve missed you too,” you confess with a soft whimper in his ear. Finally seeing him again after months of nothing has your practical sense crumbling. 

“Let’s go then,” Dave smirks, standing pulling your hand slightly to stand with him and leave.

—

Dave drove like a bat out of hell to the hotel, dragged you to the elevator and his room as if this was his last chance to have you. Clothes flying off the moment you crossed the threshold of the room.

“Dave,” you moan, his lips ghosting down your neck to your collarbone. His hands grip your ass, pulling you flush against his front, feeling his erection against your stomach.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he groans, his mouth sucking the flesh of your breast, capturing your nipple in his mouth and giving it a nip. A whine escapes past your lips at the sudden pressure of his teeth, moving your body with him until you feel the back of your knees hit the bed.

Dave releases your nipple, pushing himself against you to lay back on the bed, making room for himself between your thighs. His dark eyes swimming with lust study your face. His hand comes to rest on your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek.

“Why’d you let me leave like that?” His voice barely a whisper, lying his forehead against your own.

“You’re married,” you wince hearing the words leave your throat. You shouldn’t be doing this.

“I can change that,” he smirks with a chuckle, kissing the corner of your mouth, “I’d leave if it meant you’d stay,” kissing your jaw, “I’d spend every single day of my life making you happy,” he coos, trailing his lips down to your neck, laving his tongue against your pulse point.

“Dave,” you plead, hoping to stop his words. You don’t want to hear this, it’s all lies to get you to stay. The ache between your thighs begging for more.

“Mean it baby,” Dave says with a hum, mouth traveling down the expanse of your body, “Only want you,” he breathes when his face inches away from your sex, “Looks like you want me too,” he teases.

You feel the warmth spreading through your body as he sighs using his thumbs to spread your lips apart, staring at your glistening slit.

“Oh yeah, she’s definitely missed me,” he hums, flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Dave,” you gasp, gripping the sheets between your fingers. He works his tongue along your bundle of nerves swirling and sucking.

“God I’ve missed this pussy,” Dave growls, gripping your hips tightly before fucking you with his tongue.

“Fuck,” you moan, back arching off the bed. The fire in your abdomen grows more intense. You reach for one of his hands, linking your fingers with his. His other hand moving, fingers prodding at your entrance.

“Please,” you beg, “Dave, pl- please. More, I- I need m-“, you cry out when his fingers plunge into your cunt. Swiftly curling them inside you as he moves the pads of his fingers back and forth putting delicious pressure against your g-spot.

“That’s it baby,” Dave groans, nipping your inner thigh, “Let me have it.”

Your toes curl feeling the coil in your lower belly tightening, leaning your head up to watch him. He looks as wrecked as you feel as he rapidly flits his tongue against your clit. His brows furrowed in concentration as he worked his mouth and fingers in sync for you to reach your climax, his lips shiny from your arousal. He opens his eyes to see your mouth hung open in a silent scream, brows pinched together as you pant looking into his eyes.

“Dave,” you pant, “Baby, I’m gonna come.”

Your walls clamp down on his fingers as you stare into his dark orbs. White hot heat spreads throughout your body, letting out a soft shriek.

“Flip over,” Dave instructs, moving your pliable limbs so you’re on your stomach. You cry out as he pushes his cock into you sharply.

“Fuck.”

“Shhh,” Dave tuts, “It’s okay baby, you can take it.”

You whine, it feels like he’s splitting you in two, walls gripping his length. He doesn’t give you a moment to adjust before he’s roughly snapping his hips into you.

“Make you mine again,” Dave grunts, “No one else deserves you.”

The pain quickly turns into pleasure as he works his cock in and out. The sound of your squelching pussy filling your ears as strangled noises crawl up your throat.

“God damn baby,” Dave hisses, tilting your hips up as he grinds his hips into you, hitting that spot deep inside only he’s been able to reach.

“Missed this so,” he grunts, slapping your ass, “Fucking,” another slap against your skin, “Much,” another harsh slap before soothing the marks he’s left with his palm.

“Dave,” you let out a choked sob, feeling the pleasure building, thrusting your hips back into him, “Faster.”

“Dirty girl,” Dave hums, gripping your hips again, pounding into your pussy at a frantic pace, “You gonna- oh fuck- come again?”

You can only nod your head weakly, feeling the sizzling pressure in your abdomen start to boil over. Your walls spasming and contracting around his cock. The muscles in your legs tensing before screaming out.

“Oh fuck,” Dave moans, “That’s it baby. Come on my cock. Just like that.”

Dave leans over caging you between his arms, thrusting into your wet heat a half a dozen times before his hips start to lose rhythm and going still, your name tumbling from his lips, letting your walls milk his cock feeling the warmth of his seed paint your walls.

“I really have missed you,” Dave admits slumping against you with a sigh, “So fucking much.”

He kisses your shoulder before pulling out with a hiss. You groan feeling the emptiness before he helps you up, guiding you to the bathroom.

You shower together, taking time to wash each other with delicate touches, and sharing intimate kisses before crawling back into bed with his arms wrapped around you.

You wake sometime in the middle of the night. Dave’s snoring beside you, finding your phone amongst your belongings scattered around the room, you make your way to the bathroom. Looking at Dave sleeping so peacefully from the doorway of the bathroom you can’t help feeling torn. You loved him, still do if you’re being honest with yourself, but this isn’t what you two should be doing.

You find an uber available and schedule to be picked up. Quietly making your way out of the bathroom and grabbing your things when you hear two identical dings. One from your hand and one from Dave’s bag. Slipping your clothes back on you slowly wander over to his things. Rummaging around until you find a phone, similar to yours. Pushing the button on the side you see a notification for an Uber 5 minutes away, looking at your own phone to see it displaying the same.

“What the fuck?” You whisper to yourself, head snapping to look at Dave hoping you didn’t wake him. You look around to find a pen and piece of paper.

—

Dave wakes the next morning with a smile, remembering what happened last night. Sliding his hand to where you should be, feeling the cool sheets under his palm, peeking an eye open to see the empty spot next to him.

He listens closely to his surroundings, hoping to hear the shower but is met only with silence. Frowning as he sits up, scrubbing his hands against his face trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. Looking around the room for any sign of you, taking note of your things being gone.

He sees a folded piece of paper lying on top of something on the dresser. Dave gets up to inspect what it is. His name is on the paper, sitting on top of two phones. Immediately recognizing one as yours and the other the duplicate he had made. His eyes scan the note you left, unable to believe what he was reading.

You’ll never be anything but a lying, cheating, manipulative douchebag. Figure your shit out. Don’t ever reach out to me again.

Dave’s hand curls into a fist as he reads the note over and over again. You left. You really left and this time it’s going to be even harder to find you.

He smirks, shaking his head as he collapses on the edge of the bed. You must not realize how much he loves a challenge.

[princessmaybank]

New Message

Pairings: JJ x fem!bestfriend!xreader

Warnings: MDNI, unsolicited dick pic, sexting, mention of masterbation, making out, etc.

Summary: JJ woke Y/N up at early hours of the morning because he needed her help.

Authors Note: Enjoy! Let me know if I should write a part 2!

I woke up to the sound of my phone going off. I looked at the clock that sat next to my bed. It read 1:36am.

*1 New Message from Jayj <3*

JJ: Hey are you awake?

I groaned. What could my best friend possibly need at this time? Was he in trouble? Was he hurt? I had no idea.

Y/N: I am now. What's up are you okay??

I wasn't expecting an immediate response but that's what I got.

JJ: No I need your help

Y/N: What's wrong?? Do I need to come get you?

JJ: No but if you came over I wouldn't mind 😉

That is not the kind of response that you use when your friend thinks you are dying, well unless you are JJ Maybank.

Y/N: Okay then what do you need?? Why did you wake me up???

JJ: I'm hornyyyyy

A sudden redness shot to my cheeks. JJ definitely play flirted with his friends, including me but this takes the cake. Yes he was hot, yes I had a little crush on him, no I did not expect this.

Y/N: Uhm- why are you telling me this JJ?

JJ: Bc you're my best friend, and I've noticed the way you've been looking at me. You undress me with your eyes every time you see me

Somehow I was blushing even harder than before. How did he know? Before I could respond I heard my phone ding again.

JJ: I know you wanna see what I'm packing, you're at least a lil curious.

(Authors Note: MDNI!!! This is a RANDOM dick pic I found online. Please proceed at your own risk.)

I gasped. I wasn't entirely ready to see that, but I'm not gonna lie I did like it.

Y/N: JJ. You're my best friend, and don't you have a line of girls ready for you at all times?

JJ: I mean I guess, but none of them are you.

JJ WANTED ME?!?! OF ALL PEOPLE, MY BEST FRIEND WHO I HAVE HAD A CRUSH ON FOR A YEAR, WANTS ME?!?!

Y/N: What do you need from me JJ?

JJ: I need you to talk dirty to me please. I'll do anything.

I gave in so quickly. This could be the one chance I have with him.

Y/N: Are you touching yourself baby?

This was my first time talking like this so I had no idea what I was doing.

JJ: Just for you princess.

The thought of JJ touching himself to me and calling me princess got me extremely excited.

I couldn't stop my hand from creeping into my pants as I texted JJ back with my non-dominant hand.

Y/N: Mmm Jayj I can't stop thinking about your huge cock.

JJ: Oh fuck, please tell me you are touching yourself too.

I wasn't sure if I should lie or not.

Y/N: Of course I am after seeing you.

JJ: Good girl.

Fuck. Me. That is so hot, especially coming from him of all people.

Y/N: JJ I need you. I can't just do this by myself. I'm no good at dirty talk.

JJ: *Read 2:04 AM*

Oh no. He hates me now. He knew I wasn't experienced but he was always nice about that. This will be awkward to bring up at a later time.

About 10 minutes went by and I heard a *tink* on my window. I look over and see JJ sitting on my roof waving back at me. I eagerly opened my window and welcomed him in. Before I could get any words to leave my mouth his hands found my hips and his lips had found mine. He walked me backwards until my legs hit the edge of my bed. He laid me down and continued our deep kiss.

"Fuck you're so hot." He whispered in my ear after sucking on my soft spot. There would definitely be a mark on my neck for a little while. I blushed when I heard him call me that. No one has ever called me that. Then I started to get self conscious. "JJ...before we continue I want to know your intentions." "Y/N. I have been in love with you since the day we met. I was waiting for you for years. I realized you probably would never want me, so I started acting like a slut. But my intentions are to please you tonight and hopefully every night for the rest of our lives. Ya know if you let me ask you out." I couldn't stop the redness forming in my cheeks. I tried to put up a wall of confidence really fast. "Is that your way of asking Maybank? Or just what you say to all of your random hookups?" My eyebrow lifted as I stared into his gorgeous blue eyes. "Maybe it is, and I've never said that to anyone else, I cross my heart and hope to die." His eyes never left mine as he made the hand motions to go with his phrase. I trusted him. I trusted this man with my whole heart. I didn't say anything, I just attached my lips to his once again. This was going to be a long night and a good life.

(Authors Note: Let me know if you'd like a part two! I was going to write a whole sex scene but I thought this was already long enough.)

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Star Stickers

Summary: Buck & Tommy devise a plan to cheer you up since you haven’t been sleeping well due to insomnia. 

TW/CW: Evan Buckley & Tommy Kinard x Platonic!Reader, Fluff, Insomnia, Self Doubt

Requested?: No   

Word Count: 2,941 

A/N: Ngl this was entirely inspired by my desire to have someone in my life who surprises me with gold star stickers, that desire was inspired by a text post on here that says “I’m a gold star bisexual. The gold star has nothing to do with my bisexuality, I’ve just been very good today & I deserve it.” Anyway, hope you enjoy the fluff. Much love to all! Requests are Open! 

P.S. I just want a couple of gay besties that let me be a child every now & then... is that too much to ask?

--- Your POV --- 

     As I hop down out of the fire truck and trudge up the stairs to the coffee maker, Buck lovingly greets his boyfriend Tommy who has stopped by for lunch before they follow me up. In my sleep deprived and pissed at life state, I completely miss any and all other interactions. Truth be told the only reason I even noticed Tommy is here is because he ruffled my hair when I passed them. 

     I'm pouring what feels like my thousandth cup of coffee since breakfast this morning when Buck leans against the counter beside me, "How many cups of coffee is that today? I think you've set a new record." 

     From the table, Eddie looks up and raises his own mug of coffee, "Uh uh, I've got that record set at seven," before going back to his phone. 

     I roll my eyes, "This is number eight, Eddie. Nice try." He only shakes his head and takes another sip. 

     Leaning against the counter across from me, Tommy's eyes nearly pop out of his skull, "(Y/N)... that's way too much coffee for one day."

     I shrug and make my way over to plop down on a couch and drop my head back to rest on the cushions. I am soon joined by Buck beside me and Tommy who takes a seat on the coffee table. I pout at him which makes him chuckle, "What are you pouting about?" 

     I playfully stomp my feet a couple times, "I was gonna put my feet there." 

     Buck nudges me, "Just do what I do," before propping his feet up on Tommy's thigh. I look at Buck's boots and then mine before shrugging and resting mine on Tommy's knee. Tommy simply shakes his head and they strike up a conversation. 

     Before long, Cap is calling us all to the table to eat. As soon as I sit down, I flop my head over onto my forearms. To my right, Eddie sighs, "Why haven't you been sleeping?" 

     Without lifting my head, I shrug, "Between working doubles, insomnia, and noisy neighbors I just can't." 

     To my left, on the other side of Buck, Tommy tuts, "Do I need to dope you up with Benadryl?" 

     I lift my head finally as Buck scoops food onto a plate in front of me, "Please don't. I still owe the hat man money and even with all these doubles I can't pay him yet." Everyone at the table shakes their heads this time. They all know how bad my insomnia gets at times, so they're pretty familiar with my sleep deprived state. What they're not familiar with is the thoughts that keep me awake at night and create a void that should be filled by sleep. I always just blame the insomnia on something less concerning. 

--- Third Person POV --- 

     That evening as Buck and Tommy make their way into their apartment, Buck is concerned, "Do you think there's anything we could do to help (Y/N)?"  

     "Well, she vetoed my suggestion of Benadryl, so not really," Tommy responds as he shuffles through the mail in his hands. 

     Buck wanders off to the bedroom to change, raising his voice a bit so Tommy can hear him, "No, I know we can't really help with the insomnia. Me and Eddie already tried. I mean to like cheer her up." 

     Tommy enters the room as Buck is exiting to make dinner, "I don't know. Did you have something in mind?" 

     Buck is still thinking, tomatoes on the cutting board in front of him, when Tommy joins him in the kitchen. Saying nothing, Tommy grabs a knife from the knife block, holding it out in front of his distracted boyfriend. Buck snaps to and takes the knife to begin cutting up the tomatoes, "I can't really think of anything. I was hoping you had some suggestions." Tommy retrieves two beers from the fridge, cracking them both open before leaning against the counter beside Buck to take a sip of one, placing the other beside the cutting board. He takes a few more sips as he thinks.  

     Tommy has noticed how similar you and Buck are in the somewhat short time he's known you. He's noticed that a lot of the things that spark Buck's interest also spark yours and how you both get excited over similar things. He has an idea of where to start, "What's something that would instantly brighten your mood on a rainy day?" 

     Buck grins, "Seeing my hot pilot boyfriend but I don't think that would cheer (Y/N) up as much as it would me." 

     Tommy chuckles, shaking his head, "No, silly, something someone could give you or do for you," he clarifies, quickly adding, "regardless of who it is and something we could also do for (Y/N)." Buck is quiet for a moment before mumbling something that Tommy can't quite make out, "Baby, speak up please." 

     Buck takes a deep breath and sets the knife down. He turns to Tommy as he picks up his beer and takes a sip before repeating, "Gold stars." 

     Slightly surprised, Tommy tilts his head, "What do you mean?" 

     Buck smiles wide, "When I was little Maddie used to give me little gold star stickers whenever I did well on a homework assignment or test, even for not-so-great grades like Bs and Cs. I always kept the stickers because for some reason they made me feel really happy and proud." 

     Tommy is unsure, "So, you're suggesting we give our friend, who's a grown woman mind you, gold star stickers to cheer her up?" 

     Tomatoes forgotten, Buck sets his beer back down and insists, "Yes! She'd love it, I swear. One time on a callout she was taking care of a little girl while her mom was being bandaged up. The little girl was coloring the whole time and chatting to (Y/N) about what she was coloring and all kinds of other stuff.” Tommy has to dodge as Buck talks with his hands, “When it came time to leave, the little girl ran up to us as we were heading back to the truck. (Y/N) squatted down to see what she needed and the little girl stuck a unicorn sticker to her shirt pocket and then yelled, 'Thank you' as she ran back to her mom. I've never seen (Y/N) smile that big before."  

     Tommy thinks he's done but before he can even open his mouth to respond, Buck gasps, "And remember that time a bunch of us went to the beach? She had been wandering up and down the sand randomly picking stuff up and then when Maddie yelled at her to see if she wanted to go get ice cream, she ran over to us and was super excited to show us all the sea glass and shells she had collected in her shirt." 

     Tommy decides to make sure this time, "You done?" 

     Buck thinks for a second, placing his hands on his hips, "That depends. Are you convinced that we should stop and get gold star stickers before you drop me off at work in the morning?" 

     Tommy laughs as he answers, "Yes, Evan. We can stop and get gold star stickers in the morning."  

     The next morning, Buck directs Tommy to a local craft store where he had recently helped Chris buy stuff for a school art project. The two make their way inside but have to ask for help finding the stickers. Tommy chooses to ignore the judgmental look on the little old lady's face since Buck very clearly misses it, too busy craning his neck to see if he can spot what they came for. She leads them toward the back of the store and points down an aisle full of stickers. Tommy notices her shake her head as she walks away but is quickly distracted by the golden retriever stuck inside his 6' 2", muscular, firefighter boyfriend. 

     Tommy smiles brightly as he watches Buck make his way down the aisle, scanning for and collecting any sticker packs with shiny stars in them. When he returns to Tommy, bouncing with excitement, his hands are full of different sticker packs that he shuffles through to show him, "Which ones do you think she'd like most?" There's all different sizes and colors of stars, some have other sticker shapes mixed in; others are very clearly marketed toward teachers who use them to reward young students.  

     Tommy places his hands over Buck's to stop his indecisive shuffling, "Let's start by eliminating any that aren't just stars." Buck shuffles through and hands the rejected packs to Tommy who quickly puts them back where they belong. When he returns, Buck has tucked a few packs under his arm and is staring back and forth at the three remaining packs in his hands. 

     "Whatcha got?" Tommy asks looking down at the stickers. He finds that Buck is trying to decide between a pack that has only gold stars in varying sizes, a pack that has rainbow-colored stars that are all the same size, and a pack that has different pastel-colored glittery stars in a few different sizes.  

     "Yeah no," he says as he gently removes the glitter stars from Buck's choices and places them back where they belong. He knows you'd kill them for giving you the craft herpes that is glitter and to him you don't really seem like the pastel type. When he turns around to rejoin him, Buck is already heading toward the front.  

     When he finally catches up to Buck, he's handing both the gold and rainbow packs to a younger cashier who smiles brightly when she sees them, "Aw these are cute! Are you getting them for your kid?" 

     Buck laughs softly, "Uh no, just- just trying to brighten up a friend's day." She smiles at him and nods as she rings them up. She gives him the total as Buck taps his card on the pin pad. Once the receipt shoots out and Buck collects the stickers, the two make their way back to the Jeep to head to the 118, deciding that Buck could hang onto the gold stars and Tommy could man the rainbow stars. Somehow, they still make it there before you. 

--- Your POV ---

     After yet another night of tossing and turning, I trudge into the fire house like a zombie looking for brains, except I just want coffee. I make my way to the locker room, change clothes, and head upstairs b-ling straight for the coffee maker. My path is blocked by Buck and Tommy who are both leaning on the counter in front of the wonderful machine of caffeinated goodness with their arms crossed looking like they were expecting me. I join them and attempt to shove them out of my way but they won't budge. Instead, Buck turns his back toward me and pours coffee into a mug before facing me again and holding it out to me. 

     I take it gratefully and enjoy a sip before they both reach up and stick something to my forehead. Bewildered, I look up toward my hairline before deciding I don't have it in me to give a shit right now. I plop into one of the chairs at the table, stickers still on my forehead, and drop my chin into my palm. "Did you get-" Eddie looks up from his phone and grins. His eyes cut behind me where Tommy and Buck are approaching, "Who's idea was that?" he asks pointing at my forehead. 

     Tommy takes a seat beside me, sipping his own cup of coffee, "Let's see, maybe the one who can't sit still," he smiles as he points his thumb behind us at Buck who is bouncing on the balls of his feet, "because he's too excited to see her reaction when she sees them." 

     I look back at Buck whose smile is so big it looks painful. Sighing I pull my phone out and open the camera. There I find two stars on my forehead; one is rainbow and the other is slightly bigger and gold. I can't help but smile so big it probably matches Buck's as I look back at him again. He does a little happy dance before getting very close to Tommy's face, "I told you she'd like them." I quickly snap a photo in which you can clearly see the two stars on my forehead as well as Buck and Tommy, who are still in very close proximity, smiling at each other before putting my phone away. Soon a conversation picks up as Buck sits down on the other side of me.  

     At some point I decide that I need to find some paper to keep my stars on because I can't exactly walk around all day with my face covered in stickers, Buck has added two more since the first two. I also can't bring myself to just throw them away either. Having no luck elsewhere I make my way to Bobby's office and knock softly. He answers and when I open the door, he laughs, "Whatcha got there?" 

     I look up toward the stars and smile, "Gifts from Buck and Tommy. I was wondering if I could have a piece of paper to put them on."  

     Bobby nods, handing me a sheet of printer paper, "Of course," and as I turn to leave, peeling the stars from my forehead and placing them on their new home, he adds, "It's good to see you smiling again (Y/N)." 

     I give him a big smile, "Thanks, Cap." 

     A little while later, Tommy is heading out to go grocery shopping and clean up their apartment. Eddie and I follow as Buck is walking Tommy out. Tommy stops when he notices me. He backtracks to me as he pulls his sticker pack out of his back pocket. After placing a new sticker on the tip of my nose, he hands the pack to Eddie, "Hit her when she least expects it." Eddie nods, watching as I remove the sticker from my nose and add it to my collection with a big smile on my face. Tommy ruffles my hair before rejoining Buck at the door and heading out. 

     Throughout the rest of the day, Buck and Eddie take their sticker duties very seriously. At one point, from upstairs I notice them over by the engine whispering to each other. When they catch me watching, Eddie sassily shoos me away with sticker pack in hand making Buck laugh heartily. Not long after that, I am bombarded by not one, not two but six star stickers. Each one from a different member of the team.  

     After a particularly grueling call out, I sit with my head leaned against the window. In my peripheral, I notice Buck and Eddie make eye contact and nod at each other before both of them reach in their pockets, pick out a sticker, and slap them both on my forehead. Every chance they can, they are stickering me. I walk around the corner coming from the bathroom, sticker. I pour myself a cup of coffee, sticker. I'm helping Hen take inventory in the ambulance, sticker. Every single sticker makes me smile. 

     By the time Tommy arrives to pick Buck up that evening, I'm pretty sure Buck and Eddie are both out of stickers and my printer paper is getting full. As we are walking to our vehicles, Buck rushes over to meet Tommy, who is leaning against the door of his jeep, before we can and whispers something to him. Tommy's face breaks into a big smile. I'm dropping my bag into the passenger seat of my Bronco when Tommy places what feels like a big sticker right in the middle of my forehead, "Buck said he saved the biggest one for me since I wasn't here all day like they were." 

     I grin and look around at my three friends, "Thank you guys. You genuinely made my day," I look down at the paper in my hands as I peel the newest star off my forehead and place it with the others, "I don't think you realize how much this means to me."  

     Tommy ruffles my hair, "Anytime, kiddo. Besides, I don't think you realize how much joy this whole thing has brought Evan." We both look at Buck who is grinning as wide as humanly possible.  

     Buck pulls me into a hug, "If you ever need a star sticker day again, just say the word." I nod as he pulls away. 

     Eddie places his hand on my shoulder, "He's being dead serious." 

     I laugh, "I know. I will." With that, the four of us are parting ways and heading home. On my way home, all I can think about is how happy I am to have such amazing people in my life. Often, the most prominent insomnia inducing thought at night is that of loneliness. I've spent hours lying awake at night wondering if I actually have people who care about me or if they just let me hang around because they pity me. I wonder if I even deserve to have them around. After a day full of stickers, I truly believe that my team genuinely cares about me. Why else would Buck and Tommy get up early to buy star stickers before work? Why would Cap smile so big just because I'm smiling. Why would everyone get such a kick out of getting to put a sticker on my face? They care about me and I care about them. They mean the world to me. They are my stars. 

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Always & Forever Nine - Marshall Mathers x Reader Series

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Pairings: Marshall Mathers x Fem!Reader Series

Synopsis: They loved each other with every fibre and being. They knew that they were meant to be together, but it seemed like every obstacle came in the way. She was twenty-one, he was forty and they knew that it would be hard. Therefore, they promised forever and always as they were meant to be together despite every turmoil that came their way.

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, Drugs, Pregnancy, Abuse, Abortion & Angst. This is another very graphic chapter, please be warned.

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Meira came back into the room with a smile as she saw Marshall holding Y/N’s hand, rubbing circles on it as they chatted.

They were sharing her coffee as Y/N laughed at a joke Marshall said. It brought a smile to her face seeing her friend shine. He made her shine so bright.

She had this glow about her when she was with Marshall. She looked at him with this look of pure love and devotion and he did too. As if each other placed the stars in the sky and whispered sweet nothings which would earn giggles. However, she held his hand and eventually, he ended up sitting next to her in the bed as they caught up the last while. Meira told them she was leaving as she was in good hands.

Y/N was not angry about the diss track. She was only angry that he called her a bitch in the song.

“You called me a bitch in your diss track,” she stated as his arm wrapped around her shoulder and her head hit his chest.

“I regret that. I was hurt that you cut me off again and that you did not listen to me,” he stated flicking a strand of hair before twirling it between his fingers. He leaned down to her ear and whispered, “I am sorry.”

She nodded. “Just don’t do it again.”

“Promise,” he responded, kissing the side of her head.

“I need to end things with Jake,” she whispered. “I need to tell him in person.”

Marshall shook his head. “No, send him a text.”

“He lives with me. He-“

“Give me your phone.”

“Meira already texted him and blocked him.”

He nodded. “What’s his number? I can get Paul to text him.”         

“No need.”

“Ok.”

-

It was nearing midnight and Marshall had fallen asleep in her arms. He was precious and beautiful with his long lashes and the little breaths he was taking. He was wearing sweats and a tee with a beanie on. She removed his hat and ran her fingers through his arm which earned a moan.

Y/N smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of his head.

“I love you, M. Always have.”

-

Marshall was awake and sitting beside her in the chair when she woke. A little groggy but she was fine as she fluttered her eyes open. Marshall was watching her.

“They let you sleep here?” she asked.

“No,” he commented. “They kicked me out around one in the morning, but I am back.” He was wearing different clothes.  “I went to your place,” he said, “to get you some clothes and toiletries.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed. “Was he there?”

“No, but the whole apartment has been torn apart and things are broken everywhere. Is he on the lease?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Then he has no rights to your place. We can file to get him out. However, until then you can stay with me,” he said.

“It is ok, I will stay with Meira.”

“I have security and safety,” he countered. “You can stay in the guest room.”

“What about your daughters?”

“You can meet them.”

Meet them? Meet his…daughters? Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Ok. Will they be ok that I just came and interrupted…”

“Hailie will be happy that I have friends. She is in dorms right now, but home for the holidays and Stevie will be happy that I have a friend too. Aliana would be happy as well. All three will be glad I am taking care of my friend. They won’t know what happened or why and we will need to sleep in separate rooms.”

“Ok,” she whispered, squeezing his hand.

-

Another day went by. They were waiting for the final testing to be done before Y/N was released. The morning sun streamed through the hospital window, casting a gentle glow on Y/N’s face as she woke.

Marshall left last night around eight leaving her to own devices. Last night though was the first time she had nightmares. She jolted awake but the nurses were there to help. However, when around ten in the morning, she woke up, Marshall was already there beside her bed with a concerned expression.

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly.

Y/n nodded, feeling the weight of the previous day’s events. “Better, I guess. Just…trying to process everything.”

Marshall reached out, gently squeezing her hand. “Take your time. I am here for you. The nurses said you had a tough night.”

“Yeah, but it’s ok. The nurses helped.”

He nodded. “Ok, want to talk about it?”

She shook her head. “No. Wanna play a game?”

“You should eat first and shower. Then we can play a game.”

-

As the day progressed, Y/N found herself slowly opening to the idea of moving in with Marshall for the time being. The thought of meeting his daughters and living with them made her nervous, but she knew she could not stay alone, and Meira only had a one bedroom.

Later that afternoon, Marshall and Y/N were playing a card game when Meira arrived with a care package of snacks, drinks and a blanket with a reassuring smile. “How is my favourite girl doing?” she asked, placing the basket beside her on the table.

“Getting there,” Y/N replied, managing a small smile. “Marshall has been a lot of help,” she commented smiling over to her friend.

Marshall smiled and then stood up, giving them some space. “I am going to make a few calls. I will be back soon.”

“Can you bring me a coffee?” Y/N asked. “Like a good one and not a hospital coffee?”

He smiled. “Of course.” Then he left.

Once Marshall was gone, Meira sat down beside Y/N, her expression turning serious. “Have you thought about what you’re going to do next?”

Y/N nodded; her gaze distant. “Marshall offered for me to stay with him. I think it’s the best option right now. Once Jake is out and I get a restraining order…I will go back home.”

Meira nodded approvingly. “He is a good man, Y/N. He cares for you deeply. Don’t push him away again, please.”

Y/N sighed, feeling the weight of Meira’s words. “I know. It is just a lot to take in. Like why me? Why did this happen to me? I am a good person.”

Meira sighed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and pulling her into a comforting hug. “Don’t question that. One step at a time, ok? We will get through this together.”

As they chatted, there was a knock on the door and a nurse appeared.

“Hi, Y/N. I have a visitor here for you. Her name is Ree. She claims she is your mother. Can I let her in?”

Y/N looked at Meira and then nodded. The door opened further and a woman with phenotypes identical to hers and a worried expression came in.

“Mom,” Y/N breathed, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety wash over her.

Her mother instantly rushed to her, wrapping her in a tight embrace which earned a yelp from her. “Oh, sorry, sorry.” She placed kisses across her forehead and cheek. “Oh, sweetheart,” she hummed, sitting on the edge of the bed, “I came as soon as I could. Ladysmith to Detroit was not easy. How are you doing? Are you ok? What happened?”

Y/N felt tears welling up but held them back. “I am ok, Mom. It’s…a lot to explain.”

Marshall stood at the door, giving them space but ready to step in if needed. However, he cleared his throat which earned a turning of the head from Y/N’s mother. Y/N smiled at him and waved. Ree looked him up and down with curiosity and a hint of wariness before her brows furrowed.

“Why is Eminem here?” she asked looking over to Y/N.

“Mom,” she hummed about to say something.

“Marshall,” he introduced himself, stepping forward and offering his hand to her. “I am a good friend of Y/N’s. I’ve been helping her through this.”

Ree shook his hand, her expression softening slightly. “Thank you for being here for her. I am Ree, Y/N’s mom.” Then she looked over to Y/N. “How did you meet Eminem?” she whispered with a chuckle.

“Long story, but he is a good friend. Please don’t go crazy.”

“I won’t. I won’t. It is just-“

“I know, but he is a person like you and me.”

Marshall came to stand on the other side of Ree and Meira, sitting down and grabbing Y/N’s hand.

“It is nice to meet you, Ree. Y/N’s been incredibly strong through all of this,” he commented.

Ree turned back to Y/N, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Sweetheart, I wish I could have been here sooner. Are you ready to go home? Like Ladysmith or your apartment?”

Y/N glanced at Marshall, and he squeezed her hand before she looked back at her mother. “Actually, Mom, I am going to stay with Marshall for a while. It is safer there, and…I just need some space to heal.”

Ree’s eyes widened in surprise then she nodded slowly. “If that’s what you think is best. But I want to be nearby. I will get a hotel nearby.”

“Ok,” Y/N said, leaning into her mom’s hold.

-

Marshall was helping Y/N walk around the floor while Ree went to get something to eat as the hospital food was getting to them. His hand was around her waist, holding her as they chatted and walked around.

She was still pregnant and soon they were going to give her the medication to take to terminate the pregnancy. It haunted her even if she did not want to admit it. The idea of getting rid of a living thing was scary but this was needed.

Y/N was not ready to be a mother. That was clear. She could get a paternity test, but she would need to wait for eight weeks which means she might need a surgical abortion if it turned out to be Jake’s.

Marshall had not brought the subject up and she was thankful.

They got back to the hospital room and Y/N sat back on her bed dressed in her own clothes that Marshall got. The afternoon sunlight filtered softly through the curtains. Marshall picked up a random magazine but kept a watchful eye on her while Ree was stepping out for fresh air.

They were quietly talking while Y/N brushed her hair when the door to the room opened, slamming against the wall. Y/N’s heart leapt into her throat when she saw Jake standing there, his face twisted with anger and desperation.

Instantly, Y/N grasped the bed. “Jake,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Marshall immediately stood up, stepping protectively in front of Y/N. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he demanded, voice low and dangerous.

Jake’s eyes flickered to Marshall, his expression darkening. “The fuck are you doing here? Get out of my way. I am here to see Y/N.”

Marshall took a step forward, their chests hitting as they looked at one another. “You’re not welcome here,” Marshall shot back. “Leave before I call security or the cops.”

Ignoring Marshall, Jake took a step closer, his gaze fixed on Y/N. “Y/N, please, you have to listen to me. I can explain everything.”

“How did you get in here?” she asked. However, she felt a surge of panic, her body tensing up. Y/N clutched the edge of her blanket, trying to steady herself. “There’s nothing to explain, Jake. You hurt me really badly and you need to leave.”

Jake’s face contorted with frustration. “I did not mean to! I was angry and-“

“That’s no excuse,” Marshall interrupted, his fists clenched at his side. “You think you can just come in here and apologise? After everything you’ve done. She is in the fucking hospital!”

Jake glared at Marshall. “This has nothing to do with you. It is between me and Y/N.”

“She made it clear she doesn’t want to see you,” Marshall replied, his voice cold. “Leave now and never come back.”

At that moment, Ree returned, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of Jake. “What is he doing here?” she asked, her voice shaking.

Jake glanced at her and then back at Y/N. “I just need to talk to her. Please, Y/N, give me a chance to explain.”

Y/N shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “No, Jake. It is too late for that. You need to go and never talk to me again. We are done.”

Jake took another step forward, pushing Marshall to the side however, Marshall did not have it and threw a punch at him.

“Fuck!” he screamed, holding his nose.

“You heard her. Get the fuck out!”

Before Jake could respond, a pair of hospital security guards appeared at the door, alarmed by the commotion. “Is there a problem?” one of them asked, eyeing Jake suspiciously.

“Yes, he fucking hit me-“

Marshall pointed to Jake. “He doesn’t belong here. He is harassing a patient.”

Jake’s face twisted with anger, but he did not resist. He looked at Y/N one last time, his eyes pleading. “Y/N, please…”

Y/N turned her head away, unable to look at him. “Just go, Jake. You did your damage.”

As the guards escorted Jake out of the room, Marshall sat back down next to Y/N and taking her hand in his. Ree rushed to her other side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“It’s ok,” Marshall whispered. “He is gone now.”

Y/N nodded, but her body was still trembling. “I just want to move on from all of this.”

Ree hugged her tighter. “You will, sweetheart. We’re here for you, and we’ll get through this together.”

Marshall squeezed her hand. “You’re not alone, Y/N. Not anymore.”

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. With Marshall and her mother by her side, she felt a glimmer of hope. She knew the road ahead would be challenging, but she also knew she had the strength and support to face it.

-

Y/N sat on the edge of the hospital bed, the weight of the decision of her pregnancy heavily on her shoulders. In her hand, she held the small packet of pills that would begin the process of terminating the pregnancy. Her heart was pounding, and her hands trembled as she looked down at them.

Marshall sat next to her, his presence a steady source of comfort. He reached out, gently placing his hand over hers. “Are you sure about this?” he asked softly, his eyes full of concern.

Y/N nodded, swallowing hard. “I have to do this, Marshall. I’m not ready to be a mother and with everything that’s happened…it’s the right decision for me.”

Marshall squeezed her hand reassuringly. “I understand. I’m here for you, whatever you need.”

She took a deep breath and looked at the nurse who had come to assist. The nurse nodded, her expression kind and understanding. “Whenever you’re ready, Y/N,” she said.

Y/N nodded again, then turned to Marshall. “Will you stay with me? I… I don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course,” Marshall said immediately. “I am not going anywhere.”

With his support, Y/N felt a little more at ease. She opened the packet and took out the first pill, mifepristone, which would detach the pregnancy from the wall of her uterus. She placed it in her mouth, holding it between her cheek and gums as instructed. Marshall held her other hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of it.

After thirty minutes, the handed her a glass of water, and she swallowed the pill.

“That’s the first step,” the nurse said softly. “Now, in about twenty-four to forty-eight hours, you’ll need to take the second medication, misoprostol which will cause the uterus to contract and expel the pregnancy.”

Y/N nodded her eyes flicking to Marshall as             bit her lip and closed her eyes as she let the tears run. He gave her an encouraging smile. “We’ll get through this together,” he assured her.

As the nurse left, Marshall turned to Y/N, his expression serious but gentle. “You know…the baby could be mine,” he said softly, voice filled with emotion.

Y/N’s eyes welled up with tears. “I know,” she whispered. “But I’m not ready, Marshall. I can’t bring a child into this world right now, especially not with everything that’s happened.”

Marshall nodded, understanding the depth of her pain and fear. “I get it, Y/N. I really do. I am here for you, no matter what.”

The hours passed slowly, but Marshall never left her side. He talked to her, keeping her distracted with stories and light conversation. When it was time for the second medication, he was right there, helping her through it.

Y/N walked to the bathroom with the nurse where she inserted the misoprostol into her as instructed. The nurse explained that cramping and bleeding would start soon, and it would be more intense than a regular period.

She came back out while Marshall helped her in bed.

“Do you want painkillers?” the nurse asked.

“No, I need to be punished for my decision.”

Marshall furrowed his brows as he held her hand. “Y/N-“

“I’m ending life. I deserve to suffer.”

Marshall was taken back from the statement, but he understood. Y/N was hurting. She was hurting which meant he was hurting.

As the cramps began, Y/N felt a wave of pain wash over her. She curled up on the bed, clutching her stomach. Marshall was there instantly, sitting beside her and holding her hand while rubbing her back. This was his first time when it came to an abortion.

“Breathe, Y/N,” he cooed, voice soothing. “I’m right here with you.”

She squeezed his hand, focusing on his voice and feeling his presence beside her. The pain was intense but having Marshall there made it more bearable. He stroked her hair and murmured words of comfort, helping her through the worst of it.

Hours passed. Ree came back and helped rub her back taking Marshall’s spot. He was slightly hurt by this but sometimes one needs their moms. He settled with holding her hand. Y/N felt herself growing weaker, but the pain began to subside. She lay back against the pillows, exhausted but relieved. Marshall’s eyes were full of concern and love.

“You’re strong, Y/N,” he said softly. “I am so proud of you.”

Tears welled up in her eyes and she gave him a weak smile. “Thank you, Marshall. I couldn’t have done this without the both of you.”

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You’re never alone, Y/N. We’ll get through this together, one step at a time.”

She closed her eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. “I know the baby was probably yours. I did the math,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “But I’m just not ready for this.”

Marshall nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “It’s ok, Y/N. We’ll face whatever comes next together.”

Ree heard everything. What was their relationship?

With Marshall by her side, she knew she could face anything. The road ahead might be challenging but she was ready to move forward…one day at a time.

-

Y/N got discharged the next day with a follow-up appointment booked. Marshall helped her in the car with Ree as they drove back to his place. Small chatter was said but when they pulled up to Marshall’s home, Ree was shocked.

Y/N looked at her mother’s wide eyes. It was a lot bigger compared to the 1200sq ft bungalow they lived in. However, Ree needed to respect Y/N and her relationship.

Marshall opened the door to his home, letting Y/N and Ree step inside first. The house was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the sterile hospital environment. Y/N hadn’t been here for a month, but it felt like yesterday she was here…rolling in the sheets with Marshall.

“You have a lovely home, Marshall,” Ree said, looking around. “Thank you for letting Y/N stay here.”

Marshall smiled as he took Y/N’s bag and threw it on the floor. It had everything he packed from when he stopped at Y/N’s the other day.

“Do you want a drink? I have some pop and sparkling water.”

“Sparkling water, please,” Ree said.

They walked to the kitchen and Y/N instantly made herself at home sitting at the counter. Marshall grabbed sparkling water for Ree and then put the kettle on for Y/N as he knew her love for tea.

“How are you feeling, doll?” he cooed.

“Fine. Still a little crampy.”

“Want a hot water bottle?”

“I’ll be fine, but thank you,” she said as Ree sat next to her. “Will I be in the guest room?”

He nodded. “As much as I want you to sleep in the same bed as me, my daughters do not need to make assumptions…” he stated.

Right…assumptions.

“Ok. Guest is fine.”

He sent a smile. “I will crawl in and set an alarm,” he stated.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to. Been without you for a while. Need your comfort.”

Ree watched them, seeing this interaction and she had a million questions.

He made her a cup of tea and placing it in front of her and came around and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Ree began to have questions…

“Let me show you your room,” he said.

Y/N brought her tea while Marshall picked up her bag. Ree followed them up the stairs. Marshall took Y/N to the guest room and Marshall looked at them.

“Do you mind if you left Y/N and I alone?” Ree asked.

“Yeah, of course. I will be downstairs.”

Once Y/N unpacked a few of her items and took a shower, Ree sat on the bed.

Her eyes filled with concern and determination. “It’s been days and you have not told me anything, sweetheart. Can you tell me what happened? I need to understand. You were so happy with Jake.”

Y/N took a deep breath. “It’s…it’s hard to talk about Jake…he hurt me. And…I found out I was pregnant too. He…”

Ree gasped, her hand flying over her mouth. “Oh, honey… it's ok to talk about it.”

She nodded.

“Sweetheart, I watch you and Marshall. I need to ask something,” she said her tone serious.

“Sure. Ok, what is it?”

“It’s about you and Marshall,” Ree said, leaning forward slightly. “What is really going on between you two? Seriously.”

Y/N took a deep breath. “Jake would get violent when he was high on cocaine. One night, he was doing it and I called Marshall to help…” she began to tell the story. “There was a diss track…”

As Y/N told the story, Ree listened, hand over her mouth as she said everything. She could not imagine her daughter going through that amount of abuse. However, she listened to her story.

“We are just friends though, Mom,” she said, trying to sound convincing.

Ree raised an eyebrow. “Friends? Y/N I’ve seen the way you look at each other. There’s something more there, and you know it.”

Y/N looked down at her hands, fiddling with her teacup. “We…we did sleep together once.” She glanced at her mom and then admitted, “But it was a mistake. We agreed to stay friends.”

Ree’s eyes widened slightly. “I knew it,” she said shortly. “When?”

“When I was with Jake,” she admitted.

“I knew it,” she said softly. “Y/N, you need to be honest with yourself. You and Marshall are more than just friends. You love each other.”

Y/N felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. “It’s not that simple, Mom. There are so many reasons why we can’t be together. Our lives are complicated. He has daughters, and a career, he is nineteen years older than me and I have my issues.”

Ree reached across and took Y/N’s hand. “Y/N, love is never simple. But you can’t keep denying your feelings. It’s hurting both of you.”

Y/N shook her head, tears spilling over. “I can’t risk losing him as a friend. What if it doesn’t work out? What if we end up hating each other?”

Ree squeezed her hand. “Or, what if it works out and you find the happiness you both deserve? Y/N, life is too short to let fear hold back.”

Y/N wiped her tears away, taking a shaky breath. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that, Mom. We’ve been through so much, and I can’t bear the thought of losing him.”

“You’re not going to lose him,” Ree said firmly. “But you need to be honest with him and yourself. You deserve to be happy, Y/N. And so does Marshall.”

Y/N looked into her mother’s eyes, seeing the genuine concern and love there. She knew her mom was right, but the fear of opening her heart again was overwhelming. “I…I’ll think about it,” she said finally.

Ree nodded, giving her hand one squeeze before letting go. “That’s all I ask. Just promise you won’t let it control your life.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the fear. “I promise.”

-

Marshall was downstairs cleaning the kitchen when Y/N came down with her mom. She sent a smile as they walked to the door.

“I’ll call you later, ok, mom?”

“Ok, sweetheart. Give me a kiss.” She pressed a kiss to her cheek before she bid farewell. “Bye, Marshall!”

“Bye!” he said with a wave.

Y/N turned around once the door was closed to see him.

“Thank you,” she said softly with a smile, “for everything.”

He smiled and came around wrapping his arms around her and pressing a kiss to her head. “Always.”

She pulled away and cupped his face. “You’re a pretty man,” she whispered pressing a kiss to his forehead on her toes. “I mean it. I am sorry for being a bitch with the whole stopping being friends.”

“You were a bitch,” he poked. “However, doll, you have gone through a lot.”

“Yeah, I have, but that’s life. You have been through a lot. Like a lot. I watched 8 Mile.”

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, rocking her back and forth.

“Hailie and Stevie will be home for dinner soon. I want you to meet them,” he said.

Y/N nodded but was a bit nervous. She knew just how important his daughters were to him. They were his world.

“Sit,” he commented. “They’ll be home soon.”

Y/N stood in the hallway of Marshall's home, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She had just moved in, and while she felt grateful for Marshall’s support, the prospect of meeting his daughters filled her with anxiety. Marshall's house was warm and inviting, filled with personal touches and family photos that told a story of love and resilience. Marshall walked over, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Y/N nodded, though her stomach was in knots. "Yeah, just a bit nervous. I want them to like me."

"They will," Marshall said with a smile. "They're great girls. Just be yourself."

The sound of the front door opening echoed through the hallway. Y/N took a deep breath as Marshall’s daughters, Hailie and Stevie, walked in. Hailie, the older of the two with a confident stride and a kind smile. Stevie, a bit younger, had a more reserved demeanour but an equally warm presence. Y/N looked at them and saw Marshall through Hailie. He got her looks and her hair colour. She was beautiful. Stevie too.

“Dad, we’re home!” Hailie called out; her voice full of energy.

Marshall stepped forward, waving them over. “Girls, I want you to meet my good friend, Y/N,” he said. “She’s going to be staying with us for a while.”

Hailie was the first to approach Y/N, extending her hand with a friendly smile. “Hi, Y/N. I’m Hailie. It’s finally nice to meet you.”

Y/N shook her hand, feeling a bit of her anxiety melt away at Hailie’s welcoming demeanour. “Nice to meet you too, Hailie.”

Stevie followed, offering a shy smile and introducing themself.

“Hi, Stevie,” Y/N said, her smile growing. “Thank you all for having me.”

Hailie glanced at her dad, then back at Y/N. “We’ve heard a lot about you,” she said with a teasing glint in her eye. “Dad talks about you all the time.”

Y/N blushed, glancing at Marshall was rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “All good things, I hope,” she commented.

“Definitely,” Stevie said, their smile widening. “Dad’s always saying how much you mean to him.”

Marshall cleared his throat, stepping between them. “Alright, alright. Let’s not embarrass me or Y/N too much.”

Hailie laughed. “We’re just happy to meet her, Dad. She seems great.”

The initial awkwardness began to fade as they moved to the living room. Hailie and Stevie peppered Y/N with questions about her life, her interests, and how she met their dad. Y/N answered honestly, feeling a sense of relief as the conversation flowed naturally.

After a while, Hailie suggested they order pizza for dinner. As they waited for the food to arrive, the four of them settled into a comfortable rhythm, sharing stories and laughter. Y/N felt herself relax more with each passing moment, grateful for the warmth and acceptance of Marshall’s daughters.

When the pizza arrived, they gathered around the kitchen table, the atmosphere filled with a sense of family and belonging. Y/N found herself enjoying the easy banter between Marshall and his daughters, feeling a part of something special.

As the evening wore on, Hailie turned to Y/N with a thoughtful expression. "Y/N, I know it must be tough moving in with us, but I want you to know that you’re welcome here. We’re happy to have you."

Stevie nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it’s nice to have another person around. And Dad seems really happy with you here."

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat at their kind words. "Thank you, both of you. That means a lot to me."

Marshall reached over, giving Y/N’s hand a reassuring squeeze under the table. "You see? Told you they’d like you."

Y/N smiled, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over her. She knew there would still be challenges ahead, but with Marshall and his daughters by her side, she felt ready to face them. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she had a place to call home.

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The house was quiet as the evening drew to a close. Hailie and Stevie had retired to their rooms while Y/N and Marshall spent time settling her in and now, the calm of the night provided a comforting backdrop to their new routine. Y/N sat on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, sipping tea as Marshall finished up in the kitchen.

“Want another cup?” Marshall called out, holding the kettle up.

Y/N shook her head, smiling. “No, thanks. I am good.”

Marshall joined her on the couch, settling in with a mug of his own. They sat in companionable silence for a few moments, the soft hum of the refrigerator the only sound in the room.

Marshall pulled Y/N in his arms, as her head hit his chest.

“This feels nice,” Y/N softly said, glancing up at Marshall. “Just…being here with you… it's nice.”

Marshall smiled; his eyes warm as he looked at her. “Yeah, it does. Feels like home. I am glad you’re here.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words. She reached out gently placing her hand over his. “Thank you for letting me stay here. For everything.”

“Always,” he replied, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re family.”

Y/N looked down, a shy smile playing on her lips. “I’ve missed you, Marshall. More than I realised. I was in the wrong and I should have listened to you. You were right about everything.”

“I’ve missed you too, Y/N. A lot, but the past is the past. You’re safe now.”

They sat there, head on his chest with their hands intertwined, neither wanting to break the comfortable silence. After a while, Marshall glanced at the clock. “It’s getting late. You should get some rest. It’s been a big week.”

Y/N nodded, though she hesitated to let go of his hand. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Marshall stood up, offering her a hand. “Come on, I’ll walk you to your room.”

Y/N took his hand, feeling a warmth spread through her as he led her down the hallway. When they reached the guest room, Marshall paused, turning to face her.

“If you need anything, I’m right down the hall,” he said, his voice gentle.

“Thank you,” she replied, looking up to him. She went on her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You’re a star.”

Marshall smiled, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Goodnight, doll.”

She turned to open the door, but before she could step inside, she felt a gentle tug on her hand. Turning back, she saw Marshall’s eyes, filled with unspoken emotions.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice soft. “I…I’m really glad you’re here.”

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. “Me too. Marshall, me too. Thanks for being my Superman.”

For a moment, they stood there, caught in the warmth of the moment. Then, with a final squeeze of her hand, Marshall let go, stepping back.

“Sleep well,” he said, voice a tender whisper.

“You too,” Y/N replied, stepping into the room. She closed the door gently, leaning against it for a moment as she tried to calm her racing heart.

Y/N got ready to bed, brushing her hair and teeth before climbing into bed. She could not help but smile, her thoughts filled with the warmth of Marshall’s presence. She knew they had a lot to figure out, but for now, she felt content knowing he was just down the hall, a constant source of comfort and strength.

In his room, Marshall lay in bed staring at the ceiling. His mind replayed their conversation, and he could not shake the feeling of Y/N’s hands in his, her lips on his chest…their bodies rolling around in the sheets. He sighed, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he closed his eyes.

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Sorry for another intense chapter. I hope you enjoyed.

Please let me know your thoughts and opinions :)

Much love,

Ava <3

[sharksupermacy]

glided lily

glided lily- minji x 6th member! reader

synopsis: have you given enough?

genre: angst, overworking, intrusive thoughts, reassurance, unhealthy work habits, miscommunication, no good isolation, a bit of fluff at the end, hidden secrets, doubts

you knew that this cycle would have to stop.

exhausted, as sweat was dripping down your nose as you sat down in the practice room alone and looked at your phone. you closed your eyes pinching the bridge of your nose, realizing it was 3:30 am. 72 missed called from all of the members total, 342 unread messages.

but what caught your eye was the latest message from minji, 'can we talk?' those words set something off you making your mind race with thoughts, so you called up the only person you knew that could help you deal with this. your sister.

c'mon... c'mon... pick up, pick up is what you thought while dialing up your sister lily hoping she would be awake.

"hello?" your sister groggily replied as she had been on a schedule for her comeback.

"can i crash?" you said in a uncertain hushed voice as you hear your voice echo in the practice room.

"sure. let me just ask haewon," lily said as she went quiet for a minute and came back on the line following up with, "she said sure. come over and we can talk about how crazy vanilla is for a while since i don't have a schedule tomorrow."

you laughed softly at lily's joke appreciating how your sister always knew how to make you laugh. "thanks lils, be there in 20 minutes. just got to tell my members," you said in a much more certain tone both of you hanging up saying goodbye.

you didn't scroll through the messages of the group chat with the newjeans member just sent a simple text of 'staying with my sister, dw i will see you guys tomorrow at practice.'

not looking at your phone anymore your gathered things throwing on your mask and hat. soon walking out the hybe entertainment in the direction of nmixx dorm and ringing lily again to let you in.

knocking on nmixx dorm door, the first thing you see is lily as the feeling of calm washed over you as collapsed into her arms. "hey. you okay?" lily questioned as she brushed the hair out of your face noting how hot you had felt when she touched your skin. "have you been over working yourself again?" she asks while bringing you into the dorm while you still clinging on to her.

mhm is the response you managed to get to lily as you still hugged her burying your face into her shoulder. that was until you had heard another voice a bit far off into the living room "is that y/n, lily?" haewon yelled from the living room as she was curious if you had arrived. you winced a little at the volume slowly taking off your shoes and walking towards the living room to greet haewon and jiwoo before heading to lilys room where you would crash for the night.

"does your member know about... the thing?" lily probed you wanting to know if you had told them about it.

"no. they don't need to worry over me more as it is. i'm already causing to much trouble for them," you had stated looking down at the wooden floor which you had sat down.

"ok, but please do tell them soon. i'm worried what you'll end up doing to you and your relationship with the girls if you keep this secret away from them," lily responded with a little concern in her voice.

you always hated how lily was right sometimes. "soon," is the word you would always say to your sister when she say something like this as you two settled in for the night.

on the flipside minji would always wondered why you would never talk to her about your family only mentioning that you were sisters with lily, and that you had a younger sister. why you always constantly overworked yourself or whenever you two fought about over anything you would constantly avoided her until she told your sister about it.

she just couldn't understand why you could no tell her anything she was your leader, and your girlfriend. even though both of you had no doubt that you love each other she couldn't help but feel insecure because you couldn't trust her to help you with your problems.

here she laid in her bed as she was still worried of your safety. wondering why you had gone to nmixx dorm again, was it the overwhelming amount of the messages from the girls telling you to get home? no, it couldn't be because the last time that happened you came home claiming you had lost track of time because of your phone dying. was it you being frustrated by the choreo? surely not, because she had just saw you during practice nailing it perfectly; even teaching hyein how to do the point choreo.

she couldn't rack her brain of the possible things that could... oh. the text she sent asking you if you could talk to her, did you mishap misinterpret the text. she only sent that message as it been just a few days that she had last had a alone time with her girlfriend. only phrasing the message incase of an off chance of someone snooping through both of your phones.

these are the thoughts that plagued her mind as she grabbed a pillow from your bed hugging it as she slept. a last thought that came between her mind 'will 'us' really work out?'

it was 11 a.m. when you woke up from the best sleep you had in a while, realizing you had been moved to the couch instead of being on the floor. staring at the floor, blanking out for a bit before calling out to your sibling, who responded with silence. turning to your phone, you realized that there was a sticky note on it that said, 'hey, y/n! its your bestest sibling here; me and the girls have early practice and won't be back until later. haewon says to feel free to stay a bit longer. Make sure you get to practice on time. oh! btw theres a sandwich in the fridge! ;) - lilyyyyyy'  you smiled at the messy handwritten note, going to the fridge to eat the sandwich that lily had made you. you ordered food for the girls and waited until it came, putting it in the fridge before leaving the nmixx dorm. 

stopping at the local cafe nearby, you went in and ordered drinks for your members as you tried to find a way to apologize to them. walking into the practice room 15 minutes before the start of practice, you were met with a figure. minji. "why were you out so late yesterday?" was the simple question she asked with so much authority that it struck fear out of you. 

"i-uh," you always had a habit of stumbling over your words before trying to answer, especially in situations where you were scared. so with the combined pressure of the fear of disappointing minji, and the pressure of her staring down at you, you did the only thing to do when faced with confrontation: run.

a/n: idk it feels lowkey incomplete but i have no idea rn how to complete it. hopefully, i can complete it later... but no guarantee. anyways the fact get up is 30 second long is a crime. oh, pt 2 of k. coming soon.

[luvskyxx]

Asleep

Rafe Cameron x reader

Warnings: fluff, cuddling, fighting?.

Summary: Rafe comes home after a late night of work to find Y/n asleep already or so he thought.

The car clock read 11:46 pm. It was late, later than I usually get home. With work papers piling up on my desk, I just couldn't find time to send a text to y/n. Tell her I would be home late. It only made me feel worse to find her already asleep in our bed. Our dog curled up next to her feet. The dog I strictly said not to get.

I let out a sigh seeing her peacefully asleep. I knew she was mad. Mad that I didn't text her at lunch or even call her at work.

“Get” I swooshed the dog off the bed making room for me as I hopped in bed after changing. Y/n quickly moved closer to the edge of the bed. She was awake and she was mad. “Hey,” I whispered pulling her closer to me by her waist.

She only ignored me pretending to be asleep. It only pushed me to earn back her heart. Leaving kisses up the neck. Her little body squirmed from under my touch as a small smile appeared on her face. Her eyes were still closed as she tries so hard to fight me.

“I'm sorry” I whispered into her ear. She groans in response to my weak apology. "I'm sorry baby" She only pushes me away trying too hard not to cave. she was stubborn. at times I loved that about her but at times like this, it made it impossible to love her. I was tired and she just continued to play games.

"scoot over" she pushes me closer to the edge.

"Baby" I beg pulling her closer to the edge with me. our dog now taking up the open side of the bed next to her. Y/n doesn't respond but just holds the dog closer to her. how I wished that dog was me right now. "Don't be mad at me please" I kiss her neck softly as I feel her body tense up from under my touch. "I love you" I spoke softly into her skin. her soft and warm skin. I could feel her smirk appear on her face as her muscles tensed against the neck. she was trying too hard not to smile. "say you love me back" I whispered again as I continued kissing her neck.

it was a moment of silence as I continued to kiss her soft skin before she pulled away turning to face me with a soft smile. her eyes in search of mine.

"say it" I beg looking into her soft gaze.

"I love you, you know I do" The words made my heart feel whole. "you just make me so mad sometimes"

"I know baby, I know" I pull her closer to my chest as I hold her . "I'm sorry"

"I miss you when your not here."

"I know, I'm gonna try really hard to text you during the day I promise." I could hear her shallow hum in response as she starts to drift into her sleep. She waited all night for me to come home just so she could see me.

[honeyhwaaa]

ateez - calling them by their full name (hyung line)

ateez x gn!reader

warnings: little bit of angst if you squint, other than that just fluff fluff and more fluff.

word count: 1.3k

note: this is my first post/writing ever! i am definitely taking any constructive criticism so please don't be afraid to lmk! all the love <3

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hongjoong: coming home after a long day of work and taking a long, and hot shower was originally the plan. pulling up in the driveway, you noticed hongjoong's car hadn't been there, meaning he was probably still stuck at work in the studio. brushing that thought off, you walked into yours and hongjoong's shared home to find his things by the door, and a trail of clothes leading to the bedroom.

carefully following the said trail, you walk upstairs inspecting the scene before you. hongjoong was covered in paint, head to toe, trying to make his way to the bathroom to (hopefully) wash it off.

"kim hongjoong!" you say, startling the poor covered man. "yah! you scared me y/n, what's with the full name card?" he asks, stripping the last of the paint covered clothing before stepping into the shower. you let out a slight chuckle at his current state, before joining him in the shower.

when you two exit the bathroom, both clean and dressed in clothes that didn't have paint on them, hongjoong proceeds to explain what happened.

"we were shooting a new wanteez episode, and i thought that we were just going to be playing another game like always. we hadn't even gotten ten minutes into shooting when wooyoung and san dumped buckets of paint on me!" at his explanation, you die laughing, holding onto the bed for support before going up to him and giving him a hug.

"as funny as that is my love," you say pulling away from the hug to face him, "i hope you know you are absolutely going to clean your paint trail up," he smiles and kisses you before going downstairs to clean his mess.

seonghwa: although you and seonghwa had been together for years, it just hadn't ever been feasible to live together given his schedule. your apartment was almost an hour from the studio, but regardless seonghwa always made the time and effort to see you.

it was a friday night, and the weekend was going to be the first one you've spent entirely with seonghwa in weeks. it was almost midnight, and he was supposed to be home hours ago. with the heavy thunderstorm brewing outside, you had grown worried whether or not your precious boyfriend was safe.

"hwa? you were supposed to home hours ago, are you okay?" you text him. after a few minutes he responds, "hi my love, i'm so so sorry for being late. we've been in the studio trying to get this choreography right for hours. i'll be home soon, i promise," he responds. keeping up your hopes of him being home soon, you stay awake waiting for him to walk through the door.

two hours pass, and it's pushing 3 am before seonghwa walks through your front door, drenched and shaking. you, still being awake, walk up to him. "park seonghwa! you had me worried to death!" you say, slightly panicked but upset at him for not keeping his word.

"baby i am so so sorry, the storm got so bad they wouldn't let us leave. the power went out and my phone died. please forgive me, i didn't mean to worry you so much," he says taking a step toward you. he looked at you before keeping his head down, and you knew he felt bad. "before anything, please go get in the shower so you don't get sick," you say before going to your room to bring him some dry clothes.

after he showers, you two sit on your couch. throwing on a movie, you brew him some tea and bring it to him. "please forgive me love, i really tried to get home to you," he says while scooting toward you on the couch.

"all is forgiven hwa, now finish your tea so we can go to bed," you say, cuddling into his chest.

yunho: sunday's were always cleaning days for you and yunho. you two always made sure to dedicate this day to keeping your shared house clean, and never skipped a cleaning sunday.

thankfully, yunho always found a way to make cleaning fun. with his golden retriever energy, he wasn't able to sit still or do some mundane task without adding a little bit of fun into the mix.

while you tasked yourself to cleaning the kitchen, yunho was busy in the living room. while putting away the dishes, you heard a small crash and an "ow!" accompanying it.

rushing to the living room, you find yunho on the ground behind the couch, rubbing his shoulder. "what happened in here?" you ask, before kneeling down to assist him.

"i was trying to dust the fan, but i lost my balance and fell," he says, looking sheepish. "jesus love, i thought you were really hurt," you say before helping him up and walking back to the kitchen.

yunho followed you, an idea popping into his head. he grabbed the duster, and stood next to you in the kitchen with it behind his back. "i believe you have a living room to clean mister, you're not getting out of your chores so easily," you say, glancing at him with a small laugh.

he then pulls the duster out, and begins to tickle you with it. laughing, you try to escape his grasp before he darts from the kitchen to another part of the house. "jeong yunho! you're not getting away with this!" you yell, before grabbing another duster of your own and chasing after him.

yeosang: yeosang was the loveliest person you've ever met. from his charms to his attentive personality, you loved absolutely everything about him. he only had one small flaw though, and that was never talking to you about his troubles.

you had come home from work early one day, after getting a call from jongho that yeosang hadn't been feeling well - physically and mentally. he didn't mention much aside from him thinking that yeosang hadn't been taking care of himself properly.

walking through the front door, you find yeosang laying on the couch, a cloth to his head and him in a bundle of blankets, obviously cold. he looked half awake, half asleep, and all you wanted was to take care of him.

walking up to his sleepy form, you touch his forehead - it's hot to the touch. "yeo? you awake honey?" you say, moving into his sight. he sits up, rather quickly, before looking at you. "oh, hey y/n. aren't you supposed to be at work? how come you're home so early?" he questions, looking genuinely confused.

"i got a call from jongho just a bit ago," you explain, "he told me you weren't taking care of yourself yeo. what's going on?" yeosang looks slightly uncomfortable, but doesn't voice it.

"i'm fine y/n, jongho's just being a bit dramatic is all," he says while moving to get up, and presumably head to the bedroom. "kang yeosang, get back over here," you say with your hand on your hip, looking at him expectingly.

he trudges back over the side of the couch, before casting his head down, not looking at you. you walk up to him, giving him a hug, but being careful not to squeeze too hard.

"love, it's my job to take care of you just as you take care of me. you know you can tell me anything, anything at all. i don't want you to hide things like this from me yeo," you say, your hands on either side of his face to get him to look at you.

"i know, i know. i'm sorry, i just don't want you to worry about me is all," he says with watery eyes. "it's okay, just come to me next time alright? i'll always take care of you honey," you say before leading the both of you to bed.

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[ofstoriesandstardust]

quarter life crisis (j.h.s.)

a/n: this is wildly influenced by my own life so i have no idea if this is even relatable but you can have it anyways.

summary: Rejection from a potential grad school stings more than they realize.

inspired by taylor bickett’s “quarter life crisis” | part of the maroon universe

warnings: implied/referenced sex, swearing, age gap (reader is 22, Jake is 33), alcohol mentions, writing this was kind of cathartic, 

word count: 5,757

Unfortunately, we are unable to offer you a place in our program at this time...

The bright screen wavers in front of you as you blink back the stinging of your tears. Your boyfriend’s hand rubs comfortably on your back as you shut the lid of the laptop, slumping down in your chair. 

Your pretty, perfect boyfriend. 

Your pretty, perfect boyfriend who was one of the best Naval aviators in the country. 

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just Stanford.” 

Just Stanford, like it wasn’t one of the top schools in the country. 

Aim for the skies, your Dad always said. 

“Yeah.” You mutter, sliding off the chair at the counter of the kitchen island. 

“You have like what, seven other programs?” He says, following you as you walk towards the fridge. “You’ll get into the program that’s meant for you. Besides, I selfishly didn’t want you going so far from me.” 

You sigh, turning to face your boyfriend. 

Your pretty, perfect boyfriend who wouldn’t ever know the sting of rejection. 

Rejection and Jake Seresin were antonyms, words that would never go together, polar opposites. 

Much like you and Jake. 

Jake, a 33-year-old established Naval aviator with two confirmed kills who had his whole career right in front of him. 

You, a 22-year-old college graduate with no direction and no idea what she was doing. 

You and Jake were antonyms, people that would never go together, polar opposites. 

“Yeah.” You say, realizing you’ve been quiet for too long as Jake’s eyebrows furrow. 

“Sweetheart-” He says before cutting himself off, looking a bit at a loss. “What can I do to make it better?” 

You shrug, giving him a small smile. “Nothing. Why don’t you go on to the Hard Deck without me? Think I’m gonna take a minute.” 

He hesitates. “You sure?”

You breath out, crossing your arms as you nod. “Positive.” 

He nods, still looking a bit skeptical as he leans down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “See you soon?” 

“Yeah.” 

-

You groan, rolling over as you blink awake. The TV is still on, the title screen for Treasure Planet pulled up as you search for your phone. 

It’s a tough task, ensnared in a tangle of blankets and squinting from the too bright TV in a pitch black living room. You finally latch on to it, wedged between two cushions, quickly looking away as the bright screen lights up at you. 

Your head pounds as you struggle to turn the brightness down on the phone, the cry you’d had earlier leaving your throat dry and head in need of a painkiller. You swallow, throat feeling like sandpaper as you struggle to sift through the 49 text messages, not to mention the 8 missed calls. 

You don’t think you’d ever been so popular. 

The texts are mostly from Jake, a handful from Brad and Nat and Reuben and even one from your Dad (Sorry to hear about Stanford kid). 

The calls are all from Jake though. 

Hey, it’s been a while, where are you? Call me back. 

Hey, this is the fourth time I called you, why aren’t answering?

Hey, I’m starting to get worried. Shit, I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone. Please call me back. 

I will drive to your house. I know where your Dad keeps the spare key. Please just call me back and tell me you’re okay. 

Okay, okay, I get the hint. You want to be left alone. Just send a smoke signal that you’re alive or something? I’m just kind of worried about you. Okay, I- Okay, talk to you later. 

You groan, a quick glance at the time telling you it’s almost midnight. You must’ve cried yourself to sleep for an unintended six hour nap. You shoot off a quick text to Jake, letting him know you just fell asleep. You respond to the meme Reuben sent you, confirming the two of you were still on for drinks with kids from your high school tomorrow, friends of his he still kept in touch with. You knew Max and Lauren and Joy and Tristan and Cody when you went to school, but you’d never been quite cool enough to hang out with them.  

You pull the fridge open, searching for the leftover pizza best you can with the bright LED lights in the fridge. 

“What are you doing?” You yelp, turning around as you see Maverick standing there in his pajamas, half-asleep. 

“Getting food... sorry, did I wake you?” 

He shakes his head, yawning. “Jake called, asked if we heard from you. You were asleep when we came in so I just wanted to make sure you were still here.” 

You nod, glancing down at your phone. Jake still hadn’t texted you back. “Yeah, I just texted him.” 

“Okay, well, I’m going back to bed. Sorry about the Stanford decision.” 

You give a half-shrug. “Just Stanford.” 

He blindly pats your shoulder before yawning again. “K, goodnight.” And then he’s shuffling back to the stairs to go to bed as you groan, shutting the fridge. 

-

“You look pretty.” Penny comments as you walk into the Hard Deck. 

“Thank you.” 

“Got a hot date?” Amelia teases. 

“Nope, just drinks with Reuben.” 

“Let me go put this box in the back and then we’re good to go, yeah?” You nod as Reuben rounds the bar with the box in his hands. He pauses, turning back to you. “Do you remember Anna who went to high school with us?” 

You blink, nodding slowly. 

Of course you remembered her. She’d been your best friend for seven years. 

“Yeah.” 

“Did you hear she was engaged?” 

You nod again as Jake’s arm slides around your waist. “I did hear that, yeah.” 

“Well, her and her fiancé are in town, Tyler I think his name is, and so I invited them to go with us.” 

You nod as Reuben turns, heading for the back. 

“Hi sweetheart.” Jake whispers in your ear, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. 

“Sorry I disappeared last night.” You whisper back, but Jake doesn’t get a chance to respond as Bradley cuts through the conversation. 

“Weren’t you and Anna, like best friends?” Bradley asks, taking a sip of his beer. “I remember her because she had a huge crush on me, which was always kind of strange. She was like my second sister.” 

“Yeah, well Anna decided to stop being friends with me a long time ago.” You say with a sigh. 

“You and Anna were friends?” Reuben asks, coming back into the room. 

You nod. “For like seven years.” 

“I never knew that.” He said, eyebrows furrowing. “I never even saw you guys talk to each other at school.” 

You huff out a laugh, feeling somewhat bitter. “Yeah, because I wasn’t cool enough to be seen with her. It would ruin her street cred.” 

“That’s shitty.” Jake comments, tugging you between his legs to rest his chin on your shoulder. “I’m sorry.” 

You give a half-shrug, blinking back the sting of tears yet again. 

“It’s whatever.” 

It’s not whatever. 

You’d known Anna since you were eleven years old, since the two of you stood next to each other in line for your English class on the first day of the 6th grade, becoming friends because the two of you were wearing the same shirt but in different colors. 

Anna was at your house more often than not. You’d been the first person she’d called when her brother got cancer. You’d walked to her house after your parents told you that they were getting a divorce. She used to come over whenever your Dad had cancer treatments and make pancakes with you and watch Glee so you didn’t have to think about it. 

And then one day, at the start of your senior year, she’d cut you out. Blocked your number and stopped talking to you. She’d shown back up again before you started college but hadn’t stuck around very long that time either. 

She’d disappeared for a few years and came back with a fiancé who was her soulmate and a successful job in a new city across the country. 

And here you were, back in San Diego, with a shiny new grad school rejection and a dead end bartending job your Dad had hooked up for you and a boyfriend you hadn’t said I love you to yet. 

Comparatively, one of you was doing better than the other and it wasn’t the one who had gotten screwed over. 

It made your chest burn, thinking about how you had always thought you’d be there when she got engaged and had to find out from Instagram of all places. 

Put a lot of things into perspective for you. 

You blink, realizing you’ve been quiet for too long again as the group stares at you. “Sorry.” 

Reuben watches you carefully. “You ready to go?” 

You take a shaky breath, nodding. “Yep, let’s go.” 

-

“Reuben!” Max yells as the two of you walk over. “Took you long enough!” 

Reuben laughs, pulling Max into a hug before introducing you. Max nods, giving you a side hug as Lauren’s eyes light up at the sight of you. 

“You were in our AP Literature class.” Max says, pulling away from you.

Lauren groans, leaning over the table to give you a hug. “Don’t bring that class up, Maxwell. I’m still not over the fact that we all failed the AP test.” 

“Yeah, I’d like to not revisit the year Max and I dated.” Joy says, offering you a smile from across the table. 

Max sticks out his tongue at her as your and Reuben sit at the table. “You remember Tristan, yeah?” 

You nod as he raises his glass to you. “Good to see you again.”

“Glad to see we all survived that awful AP Lit class.” 

“And then I don’t think you ever met my older brother Cody?” 

“You got bumped up to my History class your freshman year, right?” Cody asks as he extends a hand over the table. You nod, confirming his words as you shake his hand. 

“Hey Cody, I was in that class too!” Anna protests from the end of the table. 

You offer the girl a small smile. “Hi Anna.” 

“You know, I didn’t know the two of you were friends.” Reuben comments, gesturing between you and Anna. 

“She was too busy pretending I didn’t exist.” You mutter under your breath, doing your best to disguise the words with a cough. 

“Okay, why don’t you boys go get us drinks?” Lauren asks. 

“So you can sit here and gossip and have girl talk?” Max says, raising his beer to his lips with a smirk. 

“Yes. Get lost.” Joy deadpans. The boys grumble but follow her orders, even Anna’s fiancé following the group. 

“So how have you been?” Lauren asks, a genuine small lighting up her face. 

You shrug. “Pretty good.” 

“Are you and Reuben dating?” Joy asks, earning a nudge from Lauren. 

You chuckle, shaking your head. “No, God no. We’re just co-workers, pretty sure my Dad put him up to this, always saying I need to get out of the house. Besides, I have a boyfriend.” 

“How is your Dad?” Anna asks, taking Max’s chair so she could scoot closer. 

“Good. He’s good. He and Maverick just celebrated their anniversary and he’s in remission.” 

“So... backtrack, boyfriend?” Lauren says, propping her head up on a closed fist. “Please, do tell.” 

“Can I see a picture?” Anna asks. You nod, pulling your phone out from your back pocket, swiping through for an acceptable photo of the two of you. You land on a picture from a barbecue Penny had hosted recently, a picture Javy had taken of the two of you when neither of you were paying attention. 

His smile was wide, hair messy from rolling around in the grass all afternoon as the team played football. Your arms were around his neck, his hands on your waist as the both of you smile, deep in conversation. 

“His name is Jake. He’s a Navy pilot and works with Bradley and Maverick. It’s how we met.” 

“Dating a flyboy, I’m sure your dad is thrilled.” Anna comments, raising her eyebrows. “Isn’t he- He’s kind of out of your league. No offense.” 

And there it is. 

Your pretty, perfect boyfriend, out of your league. 

Of course it was something you knew, but not something you needed to hear, least of all from her. 

“Oh, he’s cute.” Lauren coos, peering over at the phone. “How serious is it?” 

You shrug. “Dunno, we’ve only been dating for a few months. Just kind of seeing where it goes.” 

“Don’t be fooled, Jake’s hopelessly in love with her.” Reuben comments as the boys appear back at the table. 

“I don’t know about that.” You say, taking a gulp of the drink Reuben has set down in front of you. 

“Is the sex good?” Joy asks, causing you to choke. 

“What?” You choke out, lungs burning. 

“Well, is it?” 

“Um-” 

“You don’t have to answer that.” Max intervenes, tossing a look at Joy. 

“No, I’m with Joy. He looks like he knows how to fuck, I’m curious if he’s good.” 

“Lauren!” Reuben protests, crossing his arms. “Back off.” 

“I second that.” Tristan says. 

“Oh, please like you didn’t hear about Joy’s sex life when she dated Max.” Lauren says, narrowing her eyes. 

“So?” Anna prompts. “Is he good in bed?” 

You shrink back, suddenly aware that everyone’s looking at you. 

You had told Jake that you hadn’t really been with any one else. Not any one meaningful, anyways. You doubted that the sex was as good for him as it was you, but you hardly had anything to compare to. 

“I mean, he’s a six foot Navy aviator with an ego. What do you think?” 

Joy raises an eyebrow. “And what about size?” 

“Absolutely not, do not answer that. I still have to serve him at the Hard Deck, please do not give me intimate details about Seresin’s dick size.” 

“I wasn’t going to...?” You say, offering him a curious look. “You picked me up after the first time we hooked up. If I was going to tell you any intimate details, I would’ve by now.” 

“Wait, wait, wait, what?” Lauren says, waving her hands.

You sigh. “Jake and I hooked up as a one-night stand before we ever officially got together. I sort of fled the morning after and Reuben picked me up.” 

“Man’s knows how to leave a hickey, that’s for sure.” Reuben mutters. 

“Okay, let’s talk about literally anything else.” Max says, cutting the conversation off. “You applying to grad schools or anything?” 

“Yeah. Just kind of vibing at the moment, though.” 

“Didn’t-” Rueben start, but then cuts himself off, frowning. “Never mind.” 

“Yeah, please don’t bring that up right now.” You mutter. “What about you Max? What’ve you been up to?” 

“Bring up what?” Anna asks. 

Reuben sighs, glancing at you. “Nothing.” 

It’s too late, everyone looking at you now. 

“I just- I just found out I got rejected from a grad school yesterday. That’s all.” 

That fact that it was Stanford you got rejected from goes unspoken. 

“What happened to the gifted kid we all knew in high school?” Anna laughs. 

“Burned out in college trying to be good enough for her parents.” You snap, shooting Anna a look. “She’s currently having a quarter-life crisis and would like everyone to please stop asking her about it, so Max, what have you been up to?” 

The boy just blinks.

-

“How was drinks?” 

“Awful.” You groan, all but collapsing on to the couch next to Maverick. 

Reuben sighs, sticking in his hands in his pockets. “I don’t remember Anna being such a bitch.” 

“You don’t maybe. I do.” You say, sitting up to look at him. 

“Anna who always spent a lot of time around here?” Maverick asks. You nod and he clicks his tongue. “I never liked her all that much.”

You sigh. “How she behaved tonight? That’s how she treated me for seven years and I just let her. And yet she’s still the one who’s doing better.” 

Reuben nods, conceding to you. “Well, if Anna doesn’t come with us again, would you want to come back out with us?” 

You shrug. “I guess.” 

“You don’t like them?” 

“No, I think they’re great people. I don’t think they like me very much.” 

Reuben scoffs. “What’re you talking about? Lauren and Max adore you. As does Tristan, they want you to come back out with us. You should’ve seen Lauren’s face when I said you were coming tonight.” 

You sigh, unsure of how to explain to him that you felt like you would never escape who you were in high school, like they’d look at you and still see that girl you had been. 

It really hadn’t been that long since you’d been at the high school that had made you feel suffocated with a life that felt dead-end. 

Rueben was great, he’d always been. The best thing about him was his heart. 

And his friends were great too. 

But in high school, the lines had been drawn in the sand. You knew where you stood with them and it was about several social status levels below them. 

Just because you now had a pretty, perfect boyfriend didn’t change that. 

Reuben says your name, making you realize you’ve once against fallen silent for too long. “Sorry, what?” 

“We’ll do next time on your turf, okay? You can pick wherever and whatever.” 

You sigh, standing up from the couch. “Reuben, just leave it, okay? We’re never gonna gel as friends.” 

“You and them? Or us?” He asks, with a frown on his face. 

You wince, internally cursing your slip. “Reuben-”

“You still think I care that you might've been, what? A little dorky in high school?  I saw a girl who was bright and intelligent and passionate. What did it matter that she went on a few tangents about the State of Union address because her Dad was there? You were one of the smartest people I interacted with in high school.” 

You want to snap and say, yeah that’s the problem. I was the smartest kid you knew and knew exactly what I wanted and now I struggle to get up in the morning because I don’t even know who I am anymore. 

But all you can do is sigh and look at Reuben. He scoffs, shaking his head, stalking to the front door before slamming it shut. Maverick winces as you struggle not to cry again. 

“What the fuck was that about?” 

“Nothing, I’m just a drama queen.” You mutter. “I’m going to bed.” 

-

“Hi.” You look up from where you’re cleaning glasses to see Lauren and Max. 

“Hey, Reuben’s just in the back if you want me to go grab him for you.” You offer, sticking a thumb to the back where Reuben was helping Penny sort the new delivery you got today. 

Lauren shakes her head. “No. I just-” She sighs, looking at Max. “We just wanted to come say that well, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I love you, I think you’re great, and I’d love for you to come back out with us sometime.” 

You huff out a laugh, setting the glass down. “Reuben put you up to this?” 

She frowns. “No?” 

Max sighs. “Look, I don’t even like Anna. None of us liked Anna, the only one who was friends with her was Reuben.” 

“That’s only because she was a part of a different friend group.” Reuben says, appearing from the back with another crate of clean glasses. 

You snort, grabbing the crate from him. “Funny to me you had multiple friend groups, I didn’t even have one.” 

“Oh, c’mon, you had a friend group.” 

You raise an eyebrow. “Yeah? Who, Reuben?” 

He falters, clearly struggling think of someone. 

“Reuben, I didn’t even get asked to prom. Let’s call a spade a spade, I was a loser.” 

“I think you had your head so far in a book no one ever got a chance to see how great you are.” Lauren amends, offering you a kind smile. “And I’d love if you came and hung out with us again. And we will stop asking about your sex life, I promise.” 

“Why, she doesn’t want to brag?” Jake drawls, appearing next to Lauren. 

“No!” Reuben exclaims. “No intimate details about his dick size! I can’t do it!″ 

Jake gives Reuben a confused look as you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“This is your boyfriend?” Max asks. You nod. He extends a hand to Max and then Lauren. 

“Jake Seresin.” 

“Nice to meet you.” Lauren says. “You like escape rooms, right? We could do one of those? Boys versus girls.” 

“I don’t know, the last time I did one of those it was with my Mom and I have it on good authority I’m a bit bossy.” 

“The prehistoric ages, when your Mom was around.” Bradley says, appearing next to Jake at the bar. 

“Shut up Bradshaw.” Natasha mutters, wedging herself in between him and Jake. 

“Aw, she’s making friends. It’s like kindergarten all over again, this is so cute.” Coyote teases, appearing behind the group. 

“Reuben and I both have next Monday off. How about laser tag?” You ask, ignoring Coyote even as your cheeks warm. 

Reuben coughs awkwardly. “I’m gonna bow out of this one, thanks.” 

Max startles. “What? Why?”

Reuben shrugs, not sparing you glance. “Cody and I already have plans.”

“Since when?” Lauren asks incredulously. 

“Since last night.” You mutter under your breath. “It’s okay, I think I’m supposed to get dinner with my Dad’s that night. You know, family thing.” 

“We are?” Bradley asks. 

“No, just me and them.” You lie, praying Bradley just accepts it and moves on.

Lauren nods unconvinced. “Well, our door is always open. Just give us a holler, we’ll be around.” 

-

“What happened to dinner with your Dad’s?” 

You grunt, picking up another rock and tossing it in the lake. 

Lake Murray had become little more than a pond over the years, but with the park nearby and walking trails all around it, it became a great place to come to hide away when you needed to think. 

“You know, you are one hard lady to find.” 

“Shut up Jake.” You mutter. 

Your pretty, perfect boyfriend was a liar. He’d had your location since the time you’d gotten too drunk and had just hit share indefinitely when he’d come to pick up from the bar. 

“Is everything okay?” 

“No.” You say honestly, not having been okay in months. 

Still, it stung even more today, waking up to another rejection from a grad school program, this time from your alma mater. 

Jake sighs. “What’s going on?” 

“Don’t wanna talk about it.”

He huffs. “I’m worried about you.” 

The Why? sits in your throat, crushed by the guilt that you’ve been making your pretty, perfect boyfriend worry about you. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to.” Is what you mumble out instead, kicking another rock, watching it tumble down the edge towards the lake. 

“Would you please talk to me?” He all but begs, a hint of desperation in his voice. “You’ve been acting strange ever since you got the Stanford decision back and I want to know what’s up with my girlfriend.” 

His girlfriend, who he hasn’t even said I love you to yet, making you wonder if he ever would.

Rationally, you knew it was early, especially if this relationship wasn’t going anywhere. It was unreasonable to expect Jake to return your feelings and it was unreasonable to expect Jake to commit to a girl who didn’t have her shit together. 

“It’s nothing.” You say, keeping your eyes on the deep blue water, slowly lapping at the shore. If you strain your ears you could hear the screaming of kids at the park across the way. 

You hear him shuffle behind you, moving closer, but he doesn’t sit down. “Sweetheart.” He says, but stops. 

You sigh, your heart aching with want, begging you to turn around give him a hug. To let him pull you close and run his fingers through his hair, whispering that it’ll be okay and that he isn’t go anywhere. 

Maybe it would be better if the two of you broke up. 

Maybe he would be better off without you. 

You’re quiet for too long because Jake is sighing and you can hear him take a few steps back. “You want to be alone?” 

You nod. 

He leaves.

-

You blink, the tears stinging at your eyes as Lauren posts a picture of her and Joy with a handful of other girls that had been friends with them in high school. 

my girls xx is what she posts on the story of them out getting drinks and you have to close the app before the stories can continue on.

You sigh, letting the phone rest on your chest as you hear Maverick downstairs, crooning along to Voulez-Vous as he cooks dinner with your Dad. You should put your phone away, pull yourself together enough to go down there, and spend time with them. It’d probably do wonders for you to take a break from your phone, from social media, where it feels like everyone is living a better life than you would ever have. 

Your phone buzzes on your chest but you don’t bother to check it, still just listening the commotion from downstairs. Maverick has set the fire alarm off again. 

There’s a knock against your window, causing you to startle. With big windows that overlooked the ocean, birds would occasionally fly into the glass, but this was definitely more of a knock than a thud. 

You lift your head, catching sight of your boyfriend’s blonde hair shining in the setting evening sun, casting a warm orange glow over the room. 

“What the fuck?” You mutter to yourself, pulling yourself off the bed and over to window, pulling it open. He grins at you. 

“Pizza delivery.” 

You blink, staring at him. “How the fuck did you get up here? Why are you up here?” 

He shrugs. “A magician never tells their secret and you weren’t answering your phone. C’mon, come have a picnic with me.” He nods his head down to the sandy area just off of your back porch. You know it’s conveniently just out of sight for either of your Dads if they were to walk past the sliding glass doors. You sigh, shaking your head. “Give me two minutes.” 

He nods as you shut the window. You pad down the stairs, slipping into the kitchen for the bottle of champagne leftover from your grad party months ago. Maverick grins at you as you pull the bottle from the fridge. 

“Doing some day drinking?” He asks. 

“Something like that.” You say, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. He eyes them. “In case, you know, I spill.” He nods, giving you an unconvinced look. 

“Jake’s outside, isn’t he?” He whispers. 

“Maybe.” You whisper back as your Dad emerges form the pantry. 

“What’re we whispering about?” He asks and Maverick gives him a grin. 

“About how I find you so sexy, baby-”

You groan, cutting the man off. “Gross, stop. I’m going outside to enjoy the sunset.” 

Your Dad nods, too preoccupied with Maverick. You’d tell them they better be careful or the food will burn again but it’d distract your Dad and you know Maverick is giving you an opportunity to get outside unquestioned. 

You slip out on to the patio, catching sight of Jake resting on the blankets he’s laid out, pizza boxes open in front of him. 

You set the champagne down along with the glasses, catching sight of the white box. You open it as he pops open the champagne, revealing the chocolate-covered strawberries. 

“Pizza and chocolate-covered strawberries? Thought you said the bar was in hell if this was romance.” You tease, sliding the box back across the blankets. He huffs out a laugh as you settle down on to the blankets. 

“Well, maybe I could be learning a thing or two from Troy Bolton.” 

-

Your head rests against Jake’s thigh, his head propped up near your feet. You feel warm, the alcohol and good food coursing through you as you watch the setting sun turns blood red at the horizon. Jake’s other hand is resting on your foot, thumb gently running over your ankle. 

“Thanks for doing this.” You say and he gives you a smile. A genuine one, not the lazy grins he usually he puts on for the rest of the world. 

“Anything for you darling.” He pauses for a moment, his movements on your ankle continuing. “But I do want to talk about why you’ve been so weird lately.” 

You shrug, shifting. “I’m just feeling weird, I guess. Call it a quarter life crisis or whatever, but I’m just feeling a bit strange.” 

“How so?” 

“I don’t know. I’m not where I thought I’d be at 22, which is so stupid because I have my whole life laid in front of me and yet I- I always thought I’d have my life figured out. I’d know what I want to do and where I’m going. I’d have my forever relationship and my forever group of friends. But I’m getting rejected from grad schools left and right, I’ve got no solid group of friends. I hang out with my pseudo-brother’s friends most of the time and work a job my Daddy got for me. I live at home, for Christ’s sake. And it’s not that I don’t enjoy being with you because I l-” You pause, cutting yourself off, almost reeling at the fact that you'd almost let the words slip out. 

You loved Jake Seresin but you were uncertain he loved you in return. 

“I do like being with you. But all my friends from school, they’re engaged or married and have solid careers or amazing grad school offers and best friends they have game nights with and weekly drinks and I don’t know, they fucking meal prep together. And it’s added on to the fact that I’m like sort of friends with Reuben now, who I always thought was so cool in high school. You know, he had that life. He went to the football games and had dates to dances and surfed and had friends to hang out with. Still does. And I’m realizing I’m sort of starting to grieve a life I didn’t have in high school. You know, a life I could’ve had if my life had been just a bit more stable. My Dad had his cancer treatments and my parents were locked into this nasty court battle over child support. Not even over me but how much money I was worth. Maverick was never around, Bradley too, and I’m just-” You squeeze your eyes shut, taking a shuddering breath. “I’m upset because I could’ve had that life in high school if I wasn’t busy taking care of myself and making sure I stayed alive. If I wasn’t busy trying to make it into college because I knew it was the only way I’d make something of myself, the only way I’d be worth something in my parent’s eyes.”

You sit up, the tears slipping down your face. “I feel like a failure. And even more than I feel like a failure, I’m angry at losing out on all I could’ve had but didn't get because of my parents.” Your voice is raw and wet as Jake sits up too, pulling you close to his chest. “My whole identity for so long has been about my academic success and now that the academics don’t want me, I have no idea who the fuck I am.” 

“I’m so proud of you.” He whispers into your hairline, pressing a soft kiss there. 

You hiccup. “How? I’m a mess.” 

He chuckles, pulling back slightly. “I’m proud of you because you did survive. I agree, it’s not fair to you that you had to raise yourself. I’m proud of you though because you got through all that and now you get this amazing opportunity to learn who you really are without all the books and smarts.” 

You shrug, glancing away from him. 

He sighs, cupping your chin. “Sweetheart, just because the academic success goes away doesn’t take away from how wonderfully brilliant you are. You are so intelligent, and I, for one, am so excited to see who you become in this next stage of your life. I think I’ve already gotten glimpses of her and I-” He swallows, pushing some of your hair away from your face. “I love her so fucking much.” 

Your breath catches in your throat as you look back to him. 

“I love you sweetheart.” He licks his lips nervously, eyes darting around your face as if trying to gauge your reaction. “I know this is probably bad timing but- but it sounds like you needed to hear it. And I know I don’t fix it or make it go away, but- I’m here.” A new wave of tears hits you and Jake pulls you back to his chest. “I know I’m not high school or prom or Stanford, but I-” 

“Jake, shut up.” You say, wiping at your eyes as you try to push the tears back. He snaps his mouth shut, falling silent, even as he hand falls to your waist to rub circles into your side. “I love you. So much, you have no idea.” 

He smiles. “Good to know.” 

You groan, wiping at your eyes again. “God, I ruined our date. I’m sorry.” 

“Sweetheart, no.” He says firmly, scooting back. “I’m glad you felt like you could talk to me about this. I get that it’s probably hard to voice and I’m happy to know you’re comfortable talking about these things with me.” 

You sniff, giving him a half-shrug. “Still-”

“No. None of that. C’mere.” He says, pulling you to his chest and then laying down on the blankets. “I love you, darling.” 

“I love you too.” You whisper back, nuzzling closer into him as he runs his fingers through your hair. You sit there for a while, the sun going from red hues to a dusky purple. 

“I have a question.” He asks.

“Go for it.” 

“Why did Reuben make that comment about not wanting to know my dick size?” 

You groan. 

[callsign-joyride]

For some reason the link to request won’t work on my phone :( . Can I please request a Fall Fluff for Jake for prompt 15 where the reader is the one who is sick ?

Chicken Noodle Soup | Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Jake worries that you're having second thoughts about the relationship, only to find that the reason you haven't been responding is because you've been sick all day.

Content warnings: Fanboy being a menace, mentions of an illness/virus (NOT COVID-19), fluff

Prompt: 15. Sender lies next to the receiver (who is recovering from injuries or illness) and spoons them while staying awake to make sure their health doesn’t deteriorate overnight.

This was written for my Fluffy Fall Fantasy event. Feel free to send in requests!

Jake was stressed. You hadn’t been dating for very long, and you weren’t technically official, but it was Hard Deck night and you hadn’t responded to his text messages since last night. He was tempted to call you to check in and see if everything was okay, but he didn’t want to seem clingy and obsessive while it was totally possible that you forgot to plug your phone in the night before, or that you left it at home while you were getting ready for work.

“Honestly, man, I was thinking she’d ghost you a lot sooner than this,” Fanboy said as they were getting their things to leave. Jake didn’t even have the energy to react.

“You’re good at relationships, Rooster. Would it be weird if I drove by her house on my way home?”

“I don’t know, man. None of us have ever met her but maybe she’d be okay with it based on what you’ve said about her in passing.”

“Or maybe she doesn’t exist and he wanted to hide the fact that he’s not getting laid.”

“Dude, too far,” Payback said to Fanboy. Jake just shrugged it off and grabbed his bag before heading out to his truck and finding your address in his phone. You lived pretty close to base so it wasn’t a very bad drive at all. Right as he turned down your street, his phone started ringing and your name was on the screen.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you but I think I’ve got the flu or a common cold or something.”

“Do you want me to bring you medicine? I’m like five minutes from a CVS.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s Hard Deck night. You should be out with your friends. I can go another time. I think I’ll make some soup and go back to sleep.”

“Hard Deck night is a weekly thing and Coyote’s deployed so I kind of don’t want to go anyways. I’d have more fun staying in with you. Plus I’ve got a family recipe of chicken noodle soup and it’ll probably be the best chicken noodle soup you’ll ever have.”

After a moment, you sniffled and said that he could come over and that you’d leave your door unlocked. He walked into your house about an hour after he got off the phone with you with reusable bags on his arms. You were laying on the couch under a blanket while an 80’s movie played on the TV. 

“I brought medicine,” he said as he unloaded everything in the kitchen. You peered over the couch and smiled before taking a sip of your Gatorade that was on the coffee table. He came over to sit next to you after getting everything put away. It was almost unbelievable how sick you were, considering that you felt completely fine the day before. Your fever broke earlier in the day but you had been sleeping for most of it, living off of Gatorade and nearly stale crackers that you found in the back of your pantry. You changed the channel to something that you knew he’d like before nuzzling into the pillow that you brought from your bedroom.

“Poor thing. I’m gonna get your soup started. It should take about half an hour, okay? Let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded your head and scrolled through social media before going back to sleep for a little bit. The smell of the soup was what woke you up a little bit later, as Jake walked over and placed your bowl on the table in front of you. He made enough to last you a whole week, and he even offered to send you the recipe if you liked it. He was right, it was the best chicken noodle soup you’d ever had. Ten o’clock rolled around and even though it was considered early for you, you grabbed your pillow and blanket and started heading up the stairs. You were surprised when Jake followed you, considering that you had spent the few hours since you ate barely talking to each other. 

“I need to shower,” you said as you got your pajamas out.

“Okay. I’ll wait here.”

He had sent a few texts to the Dagger Squad group chat while you were in the shower, saying that he’d see everyone in the morning but that he had to take care of you. You took a big sip of water before crawling under the covers, Jake following suit.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he wrapped an arm around your middle.

“Staying with you, if that’s okay.”

“What if I get you sick?”

“I’ll take time off. Mav loves me so it’ll be fine. I don’t want anything to happen to you through the night.”

“Oh. Okay. Then yeah, you can stay. But don’t come crying to me if you get the man flu.”

“Trust me, I won’t. My dad taught me and my brothers better than to be dramatic so that a woman will take care of us.”

“That’s good,” you said with a chuckle.

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Could you write some domestic fluff headcanons for Solomon x GN!MC like you did with Lucifer?

Thanks in advance!

I got you. I feel like I bully this man so much in my posts, so it was nice to spend three full pages just affectionately thinking about Solomon. I adore him so much. I kind of set these in Nightbringer times just for the purpose of MC actually living with Solomon, but I didn't really touch on anything too specific to that era - because I probably could have gone on way longer. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Domestic fluff headcanons (Solomon)

(Solomon x gn!MC)

Word Count: +1800

Solomon adores spending time with you, but he also likes having a separate room. Solomon is used to being alone, and he appreciates time to himself. The man loves his space, but that makes it even more special to him when he shares a bed with you. Solomon can’t always express how happy he is to have you there. In his mind, it was always okay that he was alone so often in his younger years. Somehow, he often “forgets” (suppresses) that there were long periods of his life where he wasn’t just alone – he was lonely. Being with you makes him wonder if maybe he can avoid that desperate, painful loneliness for the rest of his life.

This man has had a long, kind of rough life. Sometimes that means nightmares or ruminating on his past late into the night (on top of any day-to-day stressors). When he can overcome his embarrassment about you seeing him in a vulnerable or fragile state (because some nights he can’t), he will ask to crawl into your bed. If you aren’t awake, he’ll either sleep on a chair in your room or on the floor – at least until you inevitably tell him that it’s fine to sleep in your bed if you’re already asleep. No matter how difficult the night is, Solomon feels a noticeable amount of relief when he wakes up to your voice or your touch – even more so when he wakes up in your arms.

Solomon is pretty good about knocking before entering your room, but that’s only because he requests the same from you. He’s not an innocent man, and he would be mortified if you just walked in on him during something he had intended to be private.

Solomon will not go to bed if he expects you home and you haven’t arrived yet. He worries about you so much, and no matter how much he teaches you, he’s started to realize that he’ll always be protective of you. He’ll text early on in your lateness, but if you don’t respond to his texts and no one has eyes on you, he’ll call after an hour or so. If there’s no response after that, he’ll go through his magical options to get in contact with you. Please don’t let your D.D.D. die, basically.

I imagine MC’s phone dying during a party and them not noticing until after they were already outside the club. You wanted to text Solomon and let him know that you were heading home, but your phone was dead, and Mammon and Asmo were still inside. It was a nice night, and it was only a half hour walk home. You’d be fine. When you walked through the door, Solomon gave Asmo a quick “they just came home,” before he walked up to you and pulled you into his arms. You didn’t get a long look at his eyes, but the mixture of relief and fear they held simultaneously was evident. Solomon couldn’t let go of you the rest of the night. He even joined you in the shower.

Solomon takes so much pride in telling people that he has to leave or head home because “Mc is waiting for me.” He knows the others must be so jealous that he gets to return home to you and that he’s the person you return home to. However, he feels so guilty when you actually are waiting for him. He hates to leave his adorable apprentice waiting. You’d think that guilt would make him do that less, but he’s busy and a bit forgetful, so it happens more often than he wants it to.

He understands if you don’t or can’t wait up for him when he’s home late, and he doesn’t resent you for it. However, especially if he thinks you took special care to plan out a romantic night or if you are really nice (saving his food so it’s easy to reheat whenever he gets home and leaving a cute cat post-it note complete with a sweet message and a little heart on top, chilling a bottle of demonus for him, tidying up his desk that he left a mess – even by his standards – earlier that morning, running him a magic bath that will stay warm all night, or leaving a bouquet of flowers in a vase on his bedstand), he will be so grumpy the following day. Don’t get me wrong, he appreciates you, and he’s so happy, but he’s mad at himself and anyone who made him late. He’ll at least do his best to smile around you and thank you for being the best human to exist. To distract you from his grumpiness, he will kiss you a lot that day: soft, tender kisses where his lips linger on your skin; affectionately trailing his lips over your neck between whispered words; and even possessive, hungry kisses – especially in front of someone else who he blames for him being out so late.

The only thing you let Solomon make without complaint are drinks – which are close enough to potions that they somehow don’t kill you. He’ll make you coffee, cocktails, and tea. (Starbucks who?) I can’t explain why, but I feel like Solomon cannot make you a bowl of tomato soup that won’t hurt your intestines, but he can make you a delicious honey vanilla lavender frappe or a muddled blueberry vodka lemonade. Something about the actual cooking food bit just makes that sick, pretty head of his just think “yeah, I should improvise this badly.” Your smile is infectious when you enjoy a drink that he’s made for you.

Unfortunately, despite your pleas for him to not cook, Solomon still does it. Even worse, he blows up the kitchen or creates unimaginable messes every few months. He knows he’s not allowed to cook because according to you, his food is “inedible,” and “a biohazard unfit for consumption.” But he wants to get better until you can finally trust his food, so he has to practice. One day, he wants to make food that you want to eat, which is why he keeps offering you his culinary abominations. He’s not there yet.

When you have a bad day, Solomon will hold you, offer to cook you dinner and get rejected, and ask how he can help you feel better. If you want a distraction, he’ll have a game, movie, or show ready for you in a minute. He’ll order food in or take you out to eat. Anything you want, he’ll do his best to give it to you.

When Solomon has a bad day, he will return home and immediately find you so he can bury himself in your arms. If you are working at a desk, he will worm his way onto your lap and just nuzzle against your chest or neck. He’ll try not to disturb you, but once you’re done, he would appreciate your undivided attention.

This man loves being held so much. If it’s just you and him, he’ll occasionally do the grabby hands thing with his arms outstretched, waiting for you to hug him.

Also, we’re going to address the manspreading. This dude – this absolute bro – does not stop doing that around you, either. If you want to sit, you have two options: either you sit between his legs, or you teach him a damn lesson about keeping his legs open (by straddling his lap and forcing his legs together with your thighs). Both of those are just going to encourage him to continue, but at least you get to sit and fluster him slightly the first few times.

Solomon’s erratic sleep schedule means that, some days, he’s heading to bed when you’re getting up – sometimes vice versa if you’re playing it a little fast and loose yourself. On those days he likes to give you a kiss good morning/night before either of you finally go to sleep. If your schedules can’t align, he’s going to squeeze out whatever affection he can get from you.

Sometimes he wakes up before you and wants to get you up. He either can’t bring himself to wake you because you look so cute, or if he can, he does it with such a gentle touch. That sweet voice will call out your name, and his fingers will graze your face or arm in soft, slow motions. If only he could save this image of you for his eyes only.

Solomon tests out his love magic on you in the privacy of your home. He also uses you to practice his seductive speechcraft. The fact that no one else can walk in on the two of you is a big plus. As much as he adores experimenting on you and seducing you, there are times when he can’t stand the idea of anyone else seeing your flustered face. Also, if his love magic goes wrong, he doesn’t want anyone else to be around. Who knows what could happen.

I feel like Solomon keeps a stock of MC’s favorite snacks in the house. He does this with scented candles and soap, too.

Solomon will keep the house cool – or at least his room. If for some reason, you have a problem with it, he will – in typical flirty sorcerer fashion – offer to warm you up. If it seems to be a consistent issue in his room, he will buy a sweater or cardigan specifically for you to wear in there. He will not be made to be warm in his own room – but he’ll be damned if you’re uncomfortable.

MC covers Solomon with blankets or their jacket when he falls asleep on the couch. They will wake him or just carry him to bed if he falls asleep at his desk so that he doesn’t wake up sore. He’s so old – his muscles and joints aren’t what they used to be. He always leans into your touch in his sleep.

This is self-indulgent and related to an MC from one of my Asmo stories, but MC gave Solomon an oversized GILF (gosh I love frogs) shirt, and he sleeps in it a lot. He gets super embarrassed if anyone else sees him in it. It’s one of the few things you gave him that he won’t show off until everyone understands how NB (Nightbringer – not non-binary, but I mean?) Barbatos feels.

Solomon loves singing along or dancing to human world music with you. It’s something that feels special between the two of you. There’s something so lighthearted and sweet about those moments; Solomon can’t feel the weight of his sins when you’re smiling through a song and swaying to the music. He’ll get especially giddy if you sing love songs to him.

Genuinely, Solomon is so happy to live with you, and he’ll try to express that often. I don’t know if he could get through a day without telling you he loves you. To him, you are his home now. When you’re gone, he starts to feel lost. Wherever he goes, whatever happens, he wants to return to you every time in every world on every timeline.

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Call Me

Summary: Spencer discovers new ways to feel close to you while working on a case

Request: Spencer is away on a case and it’s nothing too dire but it requires him to be away for a little while, and reader calls him because she’s craving and missing him and then some kind of phone sex cuz they’d both be kind of sexually frustrated 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) dirty talk, phone sex, masturbation

Word count: 1.9k

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Spencer has been away to work on a case for 23 days now. 

It wasn’t unusual for him to be away for several days in a row but it has never been this long. It seemed ridiculous to you how it could be possible to miss someone this much but anytime you lay down in your empty bed, your heart threatened to jump out of your chest and fly all the way to him to find its counterpart. 

Even though his scent had long left your sheets, you still rolled over to his side of the bed in an attempt to feel his presence somehow. You were craving his nearness more than anything, certain you’d lose your mind if he didn’t call you soon. 

When your phone finally buzzed, you didn’t waste any time to read Spencer’s text. 

I just got back to the hotel. Are you still awake?

He should have been smarter than to think you’d be able to fall asleep without having talked to him all day. You were quick to dial his number and he  picked up the phone before it even got a chance to ring. 

“Hi, my love,” his sweet voice echoed from your phone directly into your heart. “You should be in bed by now. It’s late.” 

“I am in bed,” you told him. “I was waiting for your call.” 

“Sorry it took me so long. This case is just so… complicated,” he sighed. 

“Are you getting any closer to solving it?”

He let out another audible breath, “I’m not sure.” 

It wasn’t what you wanted to hear and he was aware of that. Before you got a chance to react to what he said, he continued, “I really wish I could be with you. You have no idea how much I miss you.” 

“I miss you, too, Spencer.” 

You heard the creaking of his mattress through your phone, assuming that Spencer just lay down on his hotel bed. 

“It’s so hard to fall asleep without you. I keep fantasizing about holding you in my arms, having you close to me,” he confessed. 

You raised one eyebrow at his words, curious if all his fantasies about you were this innocent. 

“Is that all you’re imagining? Just cuddling with me?” You teased, a playful undertone clearly audible in your voice. 

He was hesitant to answer you, carefully thinking about his words before settling with, “I also think about kissing you.” 

“I think about that, too,” you let him know, well aware that it would have to be you to take this conversation further. “But it usually doesn’t stop there.” 

Spencer’s breath staggered for a moment before he voiced a timid, “Oh?”

“Yeah… I imagine how your fingertips brush over my naked skin, how your body feels pressed against mine,” you paused for a moment to listen to the sound of Spencer’s breathing. “I think about how hard you get when I kiss your neck.”

“Tell me more,” he almost pleaded. “Please.” 

“I think about all the times you fucked me until I forgot my own name. The way our bodies move against one another until it feels like we’re melting into each other. I fantasize about you whispering in my ear how good I make you feel and that you want to come inside me.” 

Instead of responding, Spencer just breathed out your name. You wondered if what you told him would excite him just as much as you. In a matter of seconds your skin felt like it was on fire, heat spreading through your body at the thought of being close to your boyfriend. He had this ability to ignite a flame inside you only he knew how to control. 

You continued, “Thinking about that always makes me so wet. And I touch myself to the thought of you almost every night. But it’s not the same, Spencer, it just doesn’t compare to the feeling of having you inside me.” 

“I’m sorry I’m not there to take care of you, love. I promise I will make it up to you when I get home.”  

You had no doubt that he would keep his promise but that didn’t change the fact that you longed to feel him close to you right then. 

“I need you now, Spencer,” you cooed. 

“How?” He wondered although you were sure that he must have already known where this conversation would go. 

You shifted on the mattress to lie on your back, your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt when you wondered, “Do you think about me like that as well?”

“Yes… I do,” he confirmed. 

“Can you tell me about it? Tell me what we do in your fantasies. I would really like to know.” 

You could almost hear him smiling when he said, “I can do that but I have one condition.”

You weren’t sure what he was insinuating but you would be willing to do whatever it took to be able to listen to him. “Anything.”

“You have to touch yourself while I talk to you.”

“That’s the plan,” you snickered as you put your phone on speaker and placed it beside you on the pillow. 

His voice sounded deeper than usual when he started speaking, “I like to think about you lying in bed without any clothes on and smirking at me like you always do when you need me. So I start undressing slowly, taking my time to see how patient you are while I reveal myself to you.”

The sudden confidence in his voice surprised and aroused you at the same time. 

“I love seeing you naked. You’re so pretty,” you commented, making him chuckle. 

As if he was giving you instructions, you took off your shirt and shorts while you listened to his voice. You heard some shuffling on the other side of the line, assuming that he was undressing as well. 

“I place my lips on yours and you start kissing me with an urgency I hadn’t expected,” he continued. “It’s clear that you need me to make you feel good. So I kiss down your neck while my hand finds your breasts.” 

Closing your eyes, you let your own hands brush up and down your stomach before touching your chest, caressing yourself while your mind wandered to the fantasy Spencer created. 

“I take my time playing with your nipples and notice how needy you get to feel more of me, so I put my thigh between your legs to give you something to rock against.” 

“Mmh I love when you do that,” you breathed while pressing your thighs together, wishing that you had something else to find some friction.

“I know you do,” he cooed. “You start grinding against me and I can feel how wet you are. I let my hand wander down your body and you instantly open your legs for me, inviting me to feel where you’re burning for my touch.” 

The choice of his words made you smile to yourself. It was to be expected that he would avoid using too much crude language. As you listened to him, you let your hand glide over your body until it met your silken folds. 

Before he continued, Spencer wanted to know, “Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes,” you breathed. 

“Are you wet?”

You let your fingertips drag through your crevice, spreading your arousal before you started circling your most sensitive spot, a loud moan falling from your lips. It seemed to be all the answer Spencer needed. 

“Good,” he chuckled. “I love to feel how wet you are. I take my time exploring you with my fingers, waiting for you to get desperate enough to beg me to touch you properly.”

“Please…,” you breathe, already lost in the fantasy. 

“I know exactly what you need so I let two of my fingers glide into you, working my hand against you just the way I know you like.”

You do what he just described but it doesn’t even come close to the feeling of his hand. Still, you were eager to play along to hopefully find some relief. 

“I want to… touch you, too,” you muttered. 

Spencer let out a sigh that almost sounded like a moan, “I would love that.”

You tried your best to get your words out while continuing to touch yourself. “Your cock is pressed against my thigh and I can feel how… how hard you are. I take you in my hand and start stroking you. I love how soft your skin feels when I let my thumb glide over your tip,” you waited a moment before asking, “Do you like that?”

You noticed how his breathing got heavier and it took him a second to answer, “Yes.” 

It was all the confirmation you needed that he was just as aroused as you were. 

“I… I need you inside me, Spencer,” you mumbled. 

He cleared his throat before he spoke, a slight tremble in his voice, “I grab your hips and guide you into my lap and you don’t waste any time before you start… fucking me.” 

You turned on your stomach and started grinding against your hand, imagining it was him instead. Spencer began moaning on the other side of the line, the sounds of his pleasure wandering through your body like electricity. Instead of what he was describing, you now imagined watching him pleasuring himself, his chest heaving as he worked his hand against his hardness, desperately wishing it was you instead. 

“You feel so good,” he groaned into the phone. 

His words brought you closer to the edge, ready to let yourself fall apart. 

“I need you, Spencer,” you whined, unable to find relief just yet. 

“I’m right here,” he purred. “Let go, my love.” 

After a few more moments of heavily breathing into the phone you finally entered the state of pure bliss, any tension leaving your body as your climax washed over you. It took a while for you to open your eyes again and remember that you were still in your own bedroom with your phone placed on the pillow. 

After a few seconds of silence, you heard Spencer’s voice again, “Are you still there?”

“Yes, I am. It just took me a moment to find my breath,” you giggled. “Did you… uhm… finish too?”

“Yes, I did,” he chuckled. “How are you feeling now?” 

You thought about it before answering, “Relaxed and tired. I still miss you though.”

“I miss you, too. So much.” He paused for a moment and you heard him moving on his bed. “I just started a new book. Do you want me to read to you until you fall asleep?” 

It was a little night time routine the two of you followed when Spencer was at home. There was nothing more relaxing for you than to listen to his voice as he read from whatever book he was currently invested in, so it was only natural for you to answer, “I would love that.” 

You made yourself comfortable in your bed, pulling the blanket over your body while Spencer read to you. As you closed your eyes, you imagined him sitting beside you on the mattress, a fantasy so vivid that you could have sworn you were able to smell his scent. You couldn’t really make out the words he said as you drifted off to sleep but that didn’t matter. Being able to hear his sweet voice was all you needed right then. 

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Ch. 28: Dorian

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Jake paced in the hotel entryway while Chuck sat in one of the chairs.

"I knew I shouldn't have let her come here alone," Jake said, his frustration and worry evident.

Chuck looked up at Jake from his seat, his expression calm but understanding. "I actually have to agree with you. I didn't like the guy the first time I met him, but now I definitely don't like him." Chuck sighed. "If he did anything to her..." Chuck sighed.

Just then, two county Deputies walked through the front doors of the hotel.

"Lieutenant Seresin?" the older one with salt-and-pepper hair asked.

"That's me," Jake responded as the Deputy walked towards him.

The deputy gave Jake a nod, his expression serious. "I'm Deputy Harris, and this is Deputy Monroe. We need to talk to you about Dr. Dorian Stryker."

Jake's worry deepened, and Chuck stood up, his attention fully on the deputies. "What's going on?" Chuck asked, his voice steady but tense.

Deputy Harris glanced between Jake and Chuck before speaking. "We received a call from Dr. Stryker. He reported feeling threatened and intimidated by you during a meeting last night involving you. He claims it involved you and Mrs. Seresin."

Jake's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's not what happened. Y/N was just meeting with him to go over some research. I stayed at the bar to keep an eye on things."

Deputy Monroe stepped forward. "We're not accusing anyone of anything yet. We just need to get statements from both of you. Where is Ms. Seresin now?"

"That's the problem. We don't know. My wife came here this morning to meet with Dr. Stryker to finish up reviewing some data. I've tried contacting her, but she hasn't responded," Jake explained.

"Well, if I hadn't been with my wife for four years, I wouldn't expect a response either," the deputy replied.

Jake's jaw dropped, and Chuck stepped in. "Officer…"

"It's Deputy," the deputy corrected, pointing at his badge.

"I apologize, Deputy. Dr. Seresin always responds to texts. I've known her for almost five years. If I ever needed her, she's always let me know how to reach her."

Looking directly at Jake, the Deputy said, "Maybe she left you."

Jake shook his head. "She wouldn't. Y/N's not like that."

"Are you sure?" the Deputy asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jake started to get mad and Chuck placed a hand on his shoulder. "Look, Deputy. I've known Y/N a while now and she would never leave the Lieutenant here. She loves him too much."

The Deputy sighed. "Look. She's an adult. Does she have any medical problems?"

"No. She's just pregnant."

"Then there's nothing I can do for at least twenty-four hours." The Deputy paused. "Now, if there's nothing else, have a good day."

The two deputies nodded, turned around, and walked out of the hotel.

Jake turned to Chuck. "Did that really just happen?"

You heard a crackling noise and felt warmth emanating from somewhere as your eyes slowly opened. As your surroundings came into view, you slowly sat up and looked around, not recognizing where you were.

A huge fireplace with a roaring fire was a few feet in front of you, and the rest of the room had a rustic style. The couch you lay on had a red Aztec pattern adorned with bears and looked quite expensive.

Just then, Dorian walked in from another room, holding a tray. "You're awake, darling!" he said, setting the tray in front of you. It held eggs, bacon, a biscuit, and a glass of orange juice. "Please, eat. I'm sure you're famished."

You looked at the tray and then at him. "Dorian, where am I? How did I get here?" You thought a moment and then it hit you. The coffee. "You drugged me."

He smiled with a look you had never seen before. "You're home."

Your eyes scanned the room. "This isn't my home."

His eyes, deep and intense, locked onto your, the air humming with unspoken tension. "This is your home now," he stated, his voice a low rumble, laced with a hint of something you couldn't quite place – concern? Determination? Perhaps a veiled warning.

And the air wasn't just thick, it was infused with the unspoken weight of Dorian's words. With his declaration, he had not merely handed you a roof over your head, but a responsibility, a new chapter in your life. This wasn't just a house, it was a fortress, a sanctuary, and perhaps, a prison.

He wasn't giving you a choice, not this time. He was making a decision for you.

"What do you want, Dorian? If it's money, I'll give it to you," you responded.

Dorian's smile tightened, his eyes narrowing slightly. "It's not about money, darling," he said, his tone disturbingly calm. "It's about keeping you safe, keeping us safe. This world is dangerous, and I can't bear the thought of something happening to you or our baby."

You felt a chill run down your spine as your hand went to your belly. "Our baby? Dorian, this isn't right. I need to go back. Jake is going to be worried sick."

Dorian's expression hardened. "Jake doesn't understand what's at stake here. He can't protect you like I can. I've been watching you, Y/N. I know what you need, even if you don't realize it yet."

You stood up, the sense of unease growing. "Dorian, this is madness. You can't just take me away from my life. Let me go, and we can figure this out together, rationally."

He stepped closer, his presence imposing. "No, Y/N. You're staying here where it's safe. You and our baby. We'll be happy here, I promise. Just give it a chance."

You took a step back, trying to keep your voice steady. "Dorian, I can't stay here. I need to go back to my husband, to my life. Please, let me go."

Dorian's expression softened slightly, but the intensity in his eyes remained. "Y/N, I know this is hard to understand right now. But you'll see, in time. You'll see that this is the best thing for all of us."

As you stood there, the gravity of the situation sinking in, you knew you needed to find a way out. Dorian's delusion and possessiveness were clear, and the only thing that mattered now was escaping and getting back to Jake.

"Dorian," you began, trying to keep your voice calm and measured, "I understand that you're worried about me, but this isn't the way to go about it. If you care about me, you'll let me leave."

Dorian's face softened momentarily, as if considering your words, but then he shook his head resolutely. "No, Y/N. You don't understand. I can't let you go. You're safer here with me."

Your mind raced, searching for a way to diffuse the situation and buy yourself some time. "Why? Why me?"

Dorian chuckled. "Are you really that naive, Y/N? If it wasn't for you helping me with that first book, I wouldn't have gotten as rich as I did. I need you on this project and many more. We work so well together." His eyes glared. "We need to be together for it to work."

The truth struck you like a blow, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. Dorian's obsession wasn't just about you—it was about his career, his success. You had to keep him talking, to find a way to escape his grip.

"Dorian," you began, carefully choosing your words, "I understand that my help has been valuable to you, but this isn't the way to secure my support. If you force me to stay, I'll never be able to give my best. You need to let me go, so I can work with you willingly."

Dorian shook his head, his expression a mix of frustration and determination. "You don't get it, Y/N. I've tried the other way. I've tried asking, negotiating, but you always have an excuse, something else taking priority." He threw a hand up in the air. "Like Jake." He looked at you. "He left you because you lost your child. I would never do that to you. For years I watched how he hurt you emotionally and I was always placed behind him. That's not going to happen again. I can't risk losing you again."

His words cut deep, and you could feel the weight of his obsession pressing down on you. "Dorian," you said softly, trying to maintain your composure, "I understand you're hurt and frustrated, but keeping me here isn't the answer. You can't build a future on coercion."

He took a step closer, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desperation. "But don't you see? This is the only way I can be sure. You always chose him over everything else. I can't let that happen again. I need you to see that I'm the one who truly cares about you, who will never leave you."

"I chose him over you because he was, and still is, my husband. That's how marriage works."

"He is not your husband! I am your husband!!" Dorian yelled as he stepped closer to you and held up his hand. "See! We even have a matching wedding set."

As you cast your gaze upon your hand, a sudden realization washed over you like an icy torrent. The familiar gleam of your wedding band had vanished, replaced by a set of opulent rings that you had never seen before. Your heart skipped a beat as a wave of confusion and unease swept through you. Your eyes darted up to meet Dorian's, their enigmatic depths holding an unsettling glimmer. A mixture of disbelief and trepidation bubbled within you as you tried to fathom the significance of this unexpected change. Your mind raced, frantically searching for an explanation, yet all you found was a haunting silence that seemed to weigh heavily upon the air. A myriad of questions surged through your being, each one more pressing than the last. Had you lost your mind? Was this some cruel prank? Or had your life taken an unexpected and inexplicable turn?

You slowly began to sit back down on the couch.

You stared at the rings, a chill running down your spine. "Dorian, this isn't real," you said, your voice trembling. "This isn't right."

"It's as real as it needs to be," he replied, his tone disturbingly calm. "We've always belonged together, Y/N. This is just the universe finally correcting itself."

Your mind raced, trying to process the surreal situation. "Dorian, you can't just rewrite reality. You can't just… make things happen because you want them to. This is insane."

He stepped closer, his eyes intense. "Insane? Insane is watching the woman you love choose someone else over and over again. Insane is knowing that she would be happier with you but being powerless to do anything about it. This," he gestured between the two of you, "this is clarity. This is fate."

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure. "Dorian, listen to me. This isn't fate. This is obsession. And it's dangerous. You need help."

"I don't need help," he said, his voice rising. "I need you to understand that we are meant to be together. Once you see that, everything will be perfect."

You stood up, backing away from him. "I can't see that, Dorian. Because it's not true. I love Jake. I always have, and I always will. You have to let me go."

His face twisted with anger. "I won't let you go," he snarled. "I can't."

Before you could react, Dorian grabbed your arm, his grip tight and unyielding. "You will stay here with me, Y/N. And you will learn to love me. Because I won't let you go."

Panic surged through you as you struggled to free yourself. "Dorian, let me go! You're hurting me!"

He didn't loosen his grip, his eyes wild with desperation. "No, Y/N. You belong to me now. And I'm never letting you go."

The room seemed to close in around you, the fire's warmth turning suffocating. You knew you had to find a way out, to escape this nightmare. But as you looked into Dorian's eyes, you realized that reason and persuasion were no longer options. You needed to act quickly and decisively, or you might never get another chance.

Chuck hung up his cell phone and turned to Jake. "We'll find her."

Confused, Jake looked at him. "What are you talking about?"

"I just got off the phone with your attorney."

Jake raised an eyebrow. "We have an attorney?"

"Lieutenant, there's a lot you still need to learn about your wife and her profession. Max will be here as soon as he can."

"Who's Max?"

"A friend of the family's. He's taking his private jet out here. So, until he gets here, let me tell you more about your wife as I make us some more coffee. I think we're going to need it," Chuck said as he went to the kitchen of the rental cabin.

Jake followed behind.

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