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Love in a Hopeless Place

Chapter 11

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Lucifer x prostitute fem!reader Word Count: 5.8k CW: Slowburn, Angst, Prostitution, Hurt/comfort, trauma, fluff, depression, anxiety, insecurity, sexual tension, kissing, light teasing smut

Lucifer laid up in his bed the room up in the apple shaped penthouse that was made just for him at the upper left side of the hotel. He had made this room thinking he was be here more often, and then he stopped coming. The last few weeks may had been more tolerable if he had been here... Oh well, too late for that. Now he laid there thinking of the things the hotel people had said about you and him. Could there really be a way of fixing this?

Lucifer sighed, he was really trying not to get his hopes up. He wanted to be able to get a chance to fix things with you, pick things back up with you, if you would let him, he was willing to do practically anything to make things right with you. He'd fight 100 Adams and Alastors at the same time just for the chance to hold you again. But all he could do was lay there, in his bed, wondering if Charlie and Angel were talking to you. Would you be mad? Would you give him a chance to talk to you again? Would the report back from this exchange be the last he ever hears about you?

After what felt like hours, he heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Lucifer called out.

"Dad, it's me! Can I come in?" Charlie called from the other side of the door, Angel next to her and you a few steps back.

Your heart was racing, and hearing his voice on the other side of the door made it so much worse.

"Ya!" Lucifer yelled back, still staring at the ceiling. Charlie entered his room followed by Angel, you stayed outside of the door just out of view. "How did it go? Is she ok? Was she mad?" Lucifer asked Charlie and Angel, the pain laced in his voice was apparent. It broke your heart to hear it, but it made you feel less anxious to hear him prioritize concern for you. Care... as always.

"It went well, Dad, so well in fact... that we have someone here to see you," Charlie said, turning to the doorway.

Lucifer froze as he heard another pair of footsteps enter the room. He slowly sat up to meet your gaze, those beautiful (e/c) eyes, so full of their same gentleness and care, but also indescribable pain.

"(y/n)", he whispered, as if we was afraid that saying you name too loud might make you disappear.

You smiled, "Hi Lucifer," you said softly in return, his name sounded like music dripping from your lips. No malice, no anger, something... soft and beautiful, like you had been holding your breath for years and in saying his name you finally felt like you could exhale.

All you could do was stare at each other and take each other in. Charlie and Angel smiled at each other, then looked at you both as they started to back up.

"We'll just... give you too some space to talk," Charlie said, and then closed the door behind her and Angel. They pumped their fists with a quiet "Yes!" before running downstairs to tell the rest of the hotel crew what was going on.

You and Lucifer were now alone.

The air was tease and silent, neither of you knowing who should speak or make the first move.

At the moment you started to open your mouth, Lucifer moved to slip off the bed and onto his knees on the floor, hands on the ground in front of him and forehead pressed against his hands... bowing to you?!

"(y/n), darling... I... I'm sorry, I'm so... so sorry... Please... please believe when I say I don't remember what happened that night. I was drunk, I was nervous... I- I can't forgive myself for whatever I could hav-", Lucifer rambled as he started to shake as he kept his deep bow on the floor.

"Lucifer..." you say softly cutting him off, he jumped up a little, your voice suddenly being much closer than her expected. He looked up to see you on your knees in from of him, tears also starting to well in your eyes.

"You didn't hurt me that night," you said, tears starting to fall.

"I- I didn't?" he said through tears.

"No!" you cried, "I thought I had mad you mad and that's why you didn't call for me."

Lucifer's eyes went wide, "What?! No, of course not! I was so scared, I couldn't remember what happened that night and then I got a call from the Lounge that you were calling our appointments and I was banned from seeing you!"

"No! No, Lucifer I never banned you. You never hurt me, I- got scared, I was worried, you weren't acting like yourself, you were so drunk... you told me something... and I... I- I didn't know what to do... so I just ran! I ran and I disappeared for a little to figure things out. I came back and I waited, I waited and their was nothing! I thought you hated me and were done with me!"

"No! Never, never! Hells, Duckie, I've been a mess without you! I need you!" Lucifer cried. You and Lucifer were both a mess of hysterical tears at this point, and you collapsed into an embrace as you cried, reassuring each other through heavy sobs that you were not mad or upset at the other. It was a deep cry that you had both deeply needed in the arms of the other.

After several minutes, both of you started to calm down, tears still falling but now they were able to talk without heaving as hard through their sobs.

"So... what happened, exactly? Tell me your side of it all, please..." Lucifer finally choked out. You took a few more deep breaths before starting.

"You... you showed up at my apartment... you were drunk, stumbling, had a hard time teleporting. You were sweet but very touchy, you got more drunk and touchy as the night went on. I thought you were having a really bad day, then I thought you were nervous about may wanting to try being intimate again. But then... you told me something... something I didn't know how to respond to... I was scared about responding to it the wrong way, especially because you are the King and I am just a prostitute... I didn't know if you actually cared about me, even though it always felt like you really did, and the power dynamic was just so... confusing... so I pushed you away. I ran, I disappeared on a trip for a few days to think about things, to give us space in case... well, in case I had upset you... You were supposed to be told I was just on vacation for a few days... but it sounds like you were told something else... something to split us apart," you explained, looking down at Lucifer who was snuggled back into his old position in your lap. Lucifer nodded as he listened to your explanation. "I came back, and I waited for you to schedule... and you never did. I had no way to check in with you... and I didn't want to overstep in your life by expecting a real connection if I had just misread things, or going to the hotel to ask Charlie, especially because I wasn't supposed to tell anyone... I was just so confused."

Lucifer tightened his fists in his lap, what is it that he had told you that made you so scared? That would make you run but that had also apparently not hurt you. "I'm sorry I made you keep this a secret for so long, I didn't realize how much it was hurting you... both of us... I guess I just let my pride really get in the way, and that was stupid," Lucifer paused, "Whatever I told you that night... was it bad?" Lucifer asked looking up at you.

You took a deep breath, "It's ok, I understood why you wanted it to stay quiet, I never held that against you. And...no, not bad, but it did scare me. I didn't know what to think of it."

"Can... can you tell me what I said?" Lucifer asked with big worried eyes.

You thought for a moment, this was the part you were most scared of at this point. This is where everything could fall apart again. "Can you tell me your side of things first, before I do?"

Lucifer swallowed hard, not liking how you were dodging the question, but he nodded.

"Ok," Lucifer started, "I... was really nervous that day, for a while... I'd been wondering how much of your care was real versus an act. It hadn't felt like it had been fake for... well I mean it really had never felt fake. I remember... I wanted to ask you or tell you something related to that. I had talked to a friends about that earlier in the day..."

"Asmodeus?" you asked.

"Yes! Did I say something about him? About that conversation?" Lucifer asked.

"You said he started dating someone, but not to tell anyone. I never have," you replied.

'Wow, why was that the point I had brought up? I really was out of it,' he thought.

"Well, anyways, he encouraged me to talk to you, but I had a drink to calm myself down because I was so nervous, but one became two, became four became... way too many..." Lucifer continued sheepishly, "And then I couldn't remember the rest of the night, I woke up the next morning with a crazy hangover, trying to jog my memory, and then I got the call from the Lounge. They did tell me that you were on vacation... but then added that "the truth" was that you had put me on your ban list, that you had come back saying you "couldn't take this shit anymore" and that you were a good actor, that you were a heartbreaker, that you would "even break the King's heart if you had the chance".

You gasped and more tears welled up in your eyes, "Lucifer, it's not true! You have to believe me," you hugged Lucifer tightly in your lap, "That's not who I am, yes I can act, but I swear I haven't ever once lied to you!"

Lucifer held your face, "I know."

You stared down at him as tears rolled down your cheeks, "You do?"

He nodded, "I didn't in the moment, when the call happened, but the others did. Husk and Angel. The whole damn hotel sat me down to have an intervention to set me straight. I was still hesitant, but between your reaction now and them... I believe you. You do care about me, you always have."

"Yes, of course I care about you!" you say holding his face with one hand. Lucifer smiled and nuzzled his face into your hand.

"Lucifer, the person you talked to on the phone. Do you remember anything distinct about them? Their voice or the way they talked," you asked earnestly.

Lucifer thought, "I remember it was a feminine voice, very hissy ssssss sounds the entire time they talked."

You saw red, that was all the proof you needed.

"Cynthhhhia," you snarled. Lucifer's eyes widened, he had never seen you mad before.

"Who is Cynthia?" Lucifer asked, an edge in his voice.

"She is the biggest bitch at the Lounge, the girl I always talked about cutting down to size? That's her. She was on phone's that day as a punishment for hurting me the night I ran back to the Lounge," you seethed, "Larry must have stepped away and she must have a had enough time to slip you that lie..."

Lucifer sat up more in your lap, eyes turning red, "You think this Cynthhhhia bitch lied to get us apart? Why?"

"Yes... she always hated that I was getting paired with more "high rollers" as we would call them, well-off powerful people, she hated that I was more popular with customers than her... she must have taken the opportunity to sever our relationship to make me suffer..." you stopped as Lucifer got up from your lap stepping a few feet away from you breathing heavily with his hands balled into tight fists, "Lucifer?"

You watched as the air seemed to shake around him, his wings snapped out from his back and started to flap, his eyes burned with blind rage as this horns and tail erupted from his body, a flame appearing above his head, his claws growing large and sharp. Flame escaped from his mouth as with a demonic voice Lucifer bellowed, "HOW DARE THAT BITCH SEVER YOU FROM ME?! HER LIVE IS FOREFIT. I WILL GRIND HER BODY TO DUST. I WILL BEAT THE AFTERLIFE OUT OF HER. I WILL RIP HER APART WITH MY BARE HANDS AND FEED HER TO THE CANNIBALS. I FASHION HER FLESH INTO BOOTS. I WILL..."

You ran up and wrapped your arms around Lucifer's waist, the air stopped rumbling, his body started to relax, his flames dissipated, and he looked down at you with a softened eyes, still glowing.

"Lucifer please, I'm mad too... but please stay with me. She's not worth the energy! You can turn her into snake jerky boots tomorrow!" You say, clinging to him tightly, "I need you here now..."

Lucifer blinked back to his regular red eyes before letting himself drop back to the ground, wrapping his arms back around you, "I'm sorry, Duckie... I'm just so mad that one lie over a phone call caused so much pain for you and I..." he pulled away a little and cupped your face with one hand, "I just want to make her pay for what she has done to us."

"I do too," you say carding your fingers through his hair, "I'm sure the others would too, I'm looking at you readers, but... how about we ruin her day tomorrow. Ok? Let's not let her ruin this, she's not worth it."

Lucifer hummed into your touch and closed his eyes, allowing himself to revert back to his normal soft appearance, "Ok... on one condition," he said opening his eyes again to look into yours.

"What would that be?" you ask nervously.

"Tell me what it was that I told you. Please?" he asked with bright eyes.

You looked away briefly and then met his gaze again, you felt your face grow hot, "You sure? You're not going to get mad?"

Lucifer gave you a confused smile, "Why would I be mad at you for telling me something I said to you? Just... tell me." Lucifer still held you in a close embrace, looking into your eyes.

You breath deeply, and look down at Lucifer, "You... you told me that you loved me."

Both of your faces turned bright red as you starred at each other in tense silence.

'Are you shitting me? I told her I loved her while I was shit face plastered?! Fuck, ya... ok her reaction makes sense now' Lucifer thought.

"Oh... golly... haha... I can see why that might make you uncomfortable" Lucifer said looking away from you with a nervous laugh.

You look at Lucifer, noticing deep blush running across his pale cheeks, and smiled. You steeled yourself for the next question.

"Did you mean it?" you asked.

Lucifer looked up into your eyes, studying your face. This was the moment he had wanted so many weeks ago, this was how it was supposed to feel. Vulnerable, terrifying, but the only place he ever wanted to be. This was the moment that would change everything, but now, he knew she cared, this would not be the end of everything.

"Yes, (y/n), I love you. I've loved you for months."

You heart swelled with joy to hear him say it this time, and with him being sober and so nervous, all of your worries from the past didn't matter now. You couldn't keep your eyes from welling with tears of joy. You moved your hands up to Lucifer's face to hold his soft cheeks.

Lucifer sat in swirl of emotions as he watched you react to his statement, 'Does she... feel the same?'

"Well..." Lucifer got out, before freezing up, trying to figure out what to say.

You laughed, "I... I love you too, Lucifer."

Lucifer's eyes go wide, taking a moment to process your words, before he moves without thinking, pulling you in closer and pressing his lips against yours.

The kiss sent waves of electricity through both of your bodies. You had kissed a lot of people for work, but nothing had ever felt like this before. You felt gripped by a want to fuck Lucifer in a way you had never wanted to fuck someone before, you ached for him, you ached for only him. In that moment you were ruined for watching to touch another soul ever again. Your tongues explore each other's mouths, passionate and desperate, as if you both relied on the other to breath.

After a few minutes, you both break the kiss, pressing your foreheads together, breathing heavily.

"Fuck..." Lucifer heaved, "That was amazing... You are amazing."

You laugh, tracing a finger down Lucifer's chest, "Just wait til, I get me hands on the rest of you... If you want that... of course."

Lucifer's eye glazed over with pure lust as he looked you over, "Oh, Duckie... I have wanted nothing more than to rip your clothes off and take you to Heaven since the day I met you... but I don't want to be selfish and I feel like I would want to be. I want you to be mine, all mine, only mine," he purred into the skin of your neck. You tip your head back and let your eyes roll back with the pleasure of the sensory.

"Then you can, have me," you say. Lucifer gives you a look.

"I'm all yours, I'll quit the Lounge, move into the hotel like I wanted, and I will be only yours, if you'll have me," your eyes looked with Lucifer's.

He smiled, putting his forehead against yours, "I accept, you will be mine and I will be yours. Tomorrow, we will go down to Lounge, give them your 2 minute notice, and then... we make that little bitch Cynthhhhia rue the day she ever messed with us." Lucifer planted another long passionate kiss on your lips.

"But for now... I get the feeling that we may have some people downstairs that want to see the results of our conversation. What do you say?" Lucifer said, offering you his arm. You smile and take his arm, going out the door and making your way downstairs to the hoops and hollers of your hotel friends, especially when Lucifer kissed you again in front of all of them.

You spent the rest of the night partying and talking with the hotel crew until you grew tired. Then, Lucifer picked you up and took you up to his room in the hotel, where you and Lucifer fell asleep in either others arms again, the way you would every night from then on.

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The next morning, you wake up, tightly snuggled against Lucifer's chest, and you look up to see him unabashedly looking down with love filled eyed at you and running his fingers through your hair. He smiled warmly as your eyes met his.

"Good morning~" he cooed as he dipped his head down to kiss your lips. Your bodies moved closer to each other as you kissed, starting to get drunk off of the taste of the other. Your face and chest grew hot and red, until eventually Lucifer broke the kiss you hold your face, staring into each other's dilated eyes. Lucifer was pleased by the love drunk look on your face.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I would take you as a pent up, untouched virgin instead of a seasoned sex worker with the way you're reacting to a simple kiss," Lucifer says smugly, taking in the deep red tone of your cheeks and the glazed look of your eyes.

"Well... I mean... I may have had plenty of physical intimacy... but it's always been for money, survival... this, however~" you says as you pull him in for another deep, desperate kiss, hand running down the side of his body before stopping on his thigh, releasing him from the kiss while keeping your lips as close to his as possible without touching. "This is something completely different entirely... unbridled desire like I've never felt in life or death... and I'm famished," you whisper.

Lucifer swallowed hard, blinking hard as his own face burned red and he felt himself get more dizzy and love drunk on your words. "Fuck... oh, Duckie... I want to do... so... many... sinful things to you. I have for months... but I do think we should prioritize taking care of your status at the Lounge... and that bitch... Because I don't know about you, but..." Lucifer rolls on top of you, pinning you to the bed, lowering his head to be next to your ear, "when I finally get to fuck you... I want you to be mine. Only... mine... Don't you agree, my Apple?" he planned a soft kiss on your neck.

You're breathing was ragged, your heart pounded in your chest, you had never been so turned on in your life. You couldn't even speak, all you could do was nod.

Lucifer looked down at you, committing the image of your body beneath him to memory before sighing, chuckling a little, giving you a kiss on both checks and then on the lips before getting off of your and getting up to start getting dressed.

You had to take a minute to let yourself breath for a minute before getting up. Lucifer smuggly looked at you over his shoulder as he buttoned up his vest, "You doing ok over their~?" he cooed.

"Shut up," you say playfully. 'Fuckkkkkk', you thought, how was this the same man that wanted to be dominated so desperately the first night you met? Should have known he was a bratty switch. He was really proving his status as the Sin of Pride with that smug ass attitude this morning, and goooooodddd was it hot.

Eventually you did get out of bed and got dressed for the day, Lucifer giving you a longing look as you did. Before long, it was time for you and Lucifer to head to the Lounge, together. Others from the hotel had learned about the reason for the miscommunication and lack of contact with you during the celebration the night before and many people wanted to come with to watch the confrontation unfold. So soon, you, Lucifer, Charlie, Angel, Cherri, Niffty, and even Alastor, much to Lucifer's dismay, were ready to make your way out to the Entertainment District. Husk and Vaggie also wanted to go, but someone needed to stay behind and man the hotel, so they just asked for a play by play of the events when everyone returned.

"Ready everyone?" Lucifer called out before tapping his cane on the ground, opening a portal right in front of the Lounge. Lucifer offered you his arm, which you took before stepping out of the portal onto the street in front of your place of work, followed by all of your friends. Immediately upon stepping out onto the street, onlookers started to look, whispers, point, and take pictures as they saw the King with you on his arm, followed by the Princess, a famous Porn Star, and the Radio Demon, with Niffty and Cherri tagging along.

Lucifer opened the door to the Lounge and walked in, striding up to the front counter with you on his arm. Larry turned around to greet the new customers just to find himself facing the King of Hell and company.

"Y-your highness, with (y/n), and the Princess, Angel, t-the Radio Demon, and... uhhh," Larry stopped looking down at Niffty.

"Hi! I'm Niffty!" Niffty gave a sharp smile while waving a knife in her hand. "And I'm Cherri Bomb," she added.

Larry blinked looking at Niffty before looking back up at Lucifer, "Right... uhh... Your Majesty," he bowed, realizing the should have done that the first time. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? And with one of my girls," he said shooting you a quick 'What the hell is happening here?!' look.

"Haha, well! You must be Larry! Let me introduce myself to you my fine man. Hi," Lucifer says extending his hand to Larry, "I'm Lance", Lucifer said, darkening his eyes.

"Oh!" Larry said shaking his hand before the realization kicked in, "Oh..." he looked at you, then Lucifer, back to you, then back at Lucifer, "OOohhhhhhh...." Larry let go of Lucifer's hand, his body starting to shake a little.

Lucifer smirked and wrapped an arm around you, "We were wanting to talk to you able a... troubling customer service issue that miss (y/n) and I experienced a few weeks ago that interrupted my services with her... if you have the time that is..." Lucifer said with as smile in his face that did not reach his rage filled eyes.

Larry panicked, "Uh.. uhh yes! Of course! Uhhh... would you like to come back to my office or..."

"Oh, no, my good sir, out here is just fine," continuing his sharp smile, looking out at the sea of girls and customers watching the interaction with growing interest.

"O-Ok, ya sure," Larry clears his throat, "So, uhh... what seems to be the issue?"

"Well... you see... your associate here and I had not scheduled any appointments for the last few weeks due to a... concerning miscommunication issue. You see, while this one was out on her much deserved vacation, I was called and told that she was out for a few days... but then they corrected themself and told me I was banned from scheduling with her again... but that I was free to utilize the services of other girls," Lucifer said distain slowly slipping into his voice, his smile starting to strain.

Larry's expression changed from fear to frustration, "Oh... that is troubling, I can confirm that (y/n) did not express any desire to ban you, sir. I apologize... I had no idea that happened... You... wouldn't happen to know who it was that you talked to that day, would you?"

"I didn't catch a name, but it was someone with a feminine voice and elongated "S"s.... kinda... serpentine sounding. You... wouldn't happen to know of anyone on your staff that would fit that description... would you?" Lucifer said, his smile now fully flat with half opened, unenthused eyes.

Larry balled his hands into fits, "As a matter of fact, your highness... I do... I'll... be... right back..." Larry made his way to the back to find the girl that matched the description, the sea of people parting as he lumbered through.

Lucifer looked up at you and winked, "Showtime" he mouthed to you. You smiled back at him as you started to hear the familiar screams of Cynthhhhia as Larry dragged her up to the front lobby, tossing her on the floor in front of Lucifer and you.

"AAHHHHH!!! Larry what the fuck! I wasssss in the the middle of a sssssession! What's the big ide-" Cynthhhhia finally looked up to Lucifer and you standing in front of her, glaring down at her, with his arm around your waist at his side. "Ohhhhh! Y-your highness, itssssss and honor, w-wha-what is thisssss all about?" She tried to smile at him, here eyes darting to you and to the others watching around the room.

"Apparently, a few weeks ago, you had a little of a communication issue with Mr. Morningstar here, or should I say... Mr. Lance... Care to explain, Cynthhhhia?" Larry hissed through clenched teeth.

"Lance, wha-" Cynthhhhia finally remembered, she now looked at you, then Lucifer, back to you, then him. Then she looked back at Larry, then around the room, to Charlie and Angel, then back to Lucifer. In that moment, she didn't not understand how this happened, but she knew she was absolutely fucked.

"Well... I feel like you already know... but I'll just ssssay it. I lied, I lied to Lanc-Lucifer... about (y/n)'sssss vacation, I had no one around ssssso I told him he had been banned, he didn't ask any questionsssss and didn't try sssssscheduling another appointment... Ssssso I reported that I had called and that he would call back to ressssschedule... I thought I was in the clear..." Cynthhhhia said looking at the ground, then looked up again, "I guess there were sssssome factorsssss that I didn't not account for.."

"Ya! Like us!" Angel added.

"Like her developing friendships and bonds during her time with my dad that cared to ask why she was not around anymore, and we figured out that these two had two very different understandings of why they were not able to see the other," Charlie said with a triumphant smile, gesturing to her dad and you.

"Cynthhhhia, why would you do this?" Larry asked coldly.

Cynthhhhia hissed, "For the same reason as alwaysssss, I hated her sssssuccesssss! I saw a chanccccce and I took it. The real question issss, why did you all care sssssso much. She's is just a ssssstupid, ssssselfish, fake, whore!"

In an instant, Lucifer's demon form emerged, horns, wings, red eyes, tail and all, and he flicked his sharp tail to her neck, lifting her head to meet his gaze, "Because my dear, ssssssweet, idiot," he spat, "She is actually none of those things. She is the kindest, sweetest, warmest, most loving, and selfless woman I have ever met, and because of that... I fell in love with her."

The room gasped, including Cynthhhhia and Larry. "You're little stunt simply caused us to be apart before we could talk it out. Thanks to my daughter, we figured it out, we figured you out. So now... my question for both of you is... how do we rectify this.. little problem? This certainly caused myself and my love much grief over the last few weeks, and it sounds like this putrid snake was causing my dear problems long before that at this establishment... and I simply cannot let that stand," Lucifer said, starring daggers into Cynthhhhia's soul.

"Well uhhh... as far as I can control... Cynthhhhia is fired from my establishment and will be backlisted from every brothel and porn studio in the Pride Circle effect of immediately, she will be kicked out of housing with us, and I will turn a blind idea to anything that becomes of her outside of this establishment... Does that seem fair?" Larry asked. Cynthhhhia seethed on the ground.

Lucifer smiled, "A good start but not enough, there is more I will require, and I have a list of demands."

Larry shifted uncomfortably, "Of course your highness, what would those be?"

Lucifer looked at you and smiled, "I request the release of (y/n) from her work contract here, as well as her housing contract," Lucifer looked back at Larry, "She will not be needing to be here anymore now that she is with me."

Larry made a displeased face, and looked at you "Is this what you want Babydoll?"

You nodded, "It has nothing to do with you, Larry, you have been good to me..." you look to Lucifer and the others, "I just finally found where I belong... and I need to see where this goes."

Larry nodded, "Consider it done. I'll miss you, kid."

Lucifer nodded, "Well..." he clapped his hands, " I guess we are done here then! Duckie, I will have your stuff taken out of your old room and moved to the hotel. As for you," Lucifer said looking down at Cynthhhhia, who was on the floor trying to crawl away, but froze in place when addressed, "We are not quiet through with you." Lucifer wrapped his tail around her waist and pulled her along as he walk out the door, followed by the other hotel crew and some interested patrons and girls.

Cynthhhhia screamed as she was dragged and tossed out onto the street in front of Lucifer and the others.

Lucifer looked to you with a slight bow, gesturing towards Cynthhhhia, "My darling, would you like to do the honors?" he purred.

You shrugged, "I don't really wanna touch her, but I'll start her off," you say stretching your arms as you walked towards her.

Cynthhhhia cowered and pleaded with you, you wound up your arm and slugged Cynthhhhia in the face, sending her flying back several feet. You were met with a crowd of cheers and yelps, Lucifer nodded approvingly at your punch. Lucifer next rolled up his sleeves and pummeled her into the ground a few dozen times before getting up staying he had enough. Cynthhhhia was still conscious, but barely.

Lucifer then offered the chance up to the rest of the crew. Niffty ran up and gave her a few quick stabs, then to your surprise, Alastor stepped forward with a sinister grin on his face. You and Lucifer gave each other a confused look, then looked back at him.

"Now Cynthhhhia, darling, as much as I enjoyed seeing how much torment your little stunt caused, I do say I that I am not very fond of how it impacted the overall morale of the hotel, and I simply cannot have that," Alastor said as his horns and body started to grow larger and more sinister, his face turning more into the radio face you had seen it become before in battle. "I'm sorry, my dear, but I'm going to need to make an example out of you, to show everyone what happened when you mess with the Hazbin Hotel and it's residents. And besides! ...my radio broadcast has been in need of some new screams!" Alastor laughed maniacally before engulfing Cynthhhhia in his mystical black tentacles and carried her off to be ripped apart and have her screams added to his collect on his broadcast.

You and the other's starred off after Alastor in horror as he took of with Cynthhhhia. "Wow..." you said, "That uhhh... that was not the ending to her I expected. But I'll take it!" You smiled looking at Lucifer who smiled and rolled his eyes. He then grabbed your waist, pulling you into a dip and kissed you deeply for all of Hell to see.

"Come on," he said breaking from the kiss, "Lets get you home."

Home.

You liked the sound of that.

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fuzzyautumninmetal · 11 days

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Loving Husband pt 2

Olderhusband!Price 🤝 YoungerWife!Reader 🤝 Trying for a baby

The beginning is a lil sad I'm sorry

Part 1 Part 3

It had been two months. Two months of trying, of hoping, of praying, and yet still no positive result. Each negative pregnancy test was a dagger to your heart, a cruel reminder of the unfairness of life. Despite your tears and sorrow, John remained steadfast in his support and love, comforting you in your moments of despair and promising you that they would eventually achieve their dream of starting a family together.

"We're gonna get there my love," he assured you one night after another failed attempt left you in floods of tears. "Just hang in there for me, okay? We're stronger together, remember?" His words were a lifeline, pulling you back from the brink of desolation and giving you the strength to keep fighting, to keep believing that someday they would succeed in bringing a child into their lives.

You wiped away your tears and took deep breaths, John saw you were trying to stay positive for him and for yourself. "I love you. So much" You managed to say through ragged breaths.

John watched as you struggled to regain control of yourself, wiping away your tears and taking deep, steadying breaths. He could see the effort it cost you, the battle you waged against your own despair, and it only made his admiration and love for you grow stronger. Seeing you try to stay positive for his sake touched him deeply, reminding him once again of why you were the love of his life.

"I love you too, baby," he said softly, pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly against his chest. "We'll make this happen...together." His words were a vow, a promise that they would not give up, that they would continue to fight and hope and pray until their dreams of becoming parents were realized.

John held you tight as you cried on his shoulder. You stayed like that for a long time, just crying and clinging onto him. But eventually you calmed down and looked up at John with teary eyes.

As you calmed down and looked up at him with tears still glistening in your eyes, John smiled softly and gently wiped away the last of your tears with his thumbs. His heart ached at the pain he saw etched across your features, but he knew that all he could do was be there for you, to support and love you through the difficult times. "You okay now, baby?" he asked gently, cupping her cheek in his palm and leaning in to press a tender kiss against her lips.

You nodded slowly and kissed John back, feeling yourself calm down even more at the feel of his lips against yours. "With you by my side.... I'll always be okay" You whispered.

John smiled warmly at your words, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. He knew that you were right; with you by his side, he could weather any storm, face any challenge, and overcome any obstacle. Together, they were strong enough to conquer anything, including their shared dream of starting a family.

"And with you by my side, I can accomplish anything," he replied softly, pulling you closer and resting his forehead against yours. "So let's keep fighting, yeah? Let's keep trying and hoping and praying...until we finally get our happy ending."

John pulled you close again, hugging you tight as you buried your face into his chest. Your heart beat steady against his ear as you breathed him in. A tear rolled down your cheek as you thought about everything you had gone through together, all the ups and downs, the good times and bad. But despite it all, here you were, still together, still fighting, still loving each other.

Feeling you bury your face into his chest and hear the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his ear filled John with a profound sense of contentment and peace. He held you close, wrapping his arms around you and savouring the warmth of your body pressed against his own. As he felt the warm trickle of a tear against his skin, he knew that you were thinking about all they'd been through together, the trials and tribulations they'd faced, and the strength of their enduring love.*

"Hey," he murmured softly, tilting your chin up with a finger under your jawline. "No more tears, okay? We're strong...we can do this."

Feeling your soft lips against his own, John knew that you were pouring all of your love and affection into that single kiss. He returned your embrace passionately, his hands cradling your face as he lost himself in the taste and feel of you. The kiss was a testament to their enduring love, a symbol of their unbreakable bond and their unwavering determination to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

After breaking the kiss, you rested your head on John's chest again, listening to his heart beat. "Don't forget Soap's invited us for a BBQ this weekend" You reminded John.

At the mention of the barbecue, John chuckled softly, his hand stroking through your hair soothingly. "Yeah, I did forget about that didn't I?" He said, smiling. "Well, maybe it's a sign. Maybe we should go, have some fun, take our minds off things for a bit." His words were hopeful, filled with the belief that perhaps changing their environment might lead to a change in fortune.

You smiled up at John and nodded "Yeah, you're right. We need to take our mind off things. And besides, I'm sure Soap will have plenty of booze, we could use a few drinks." You giggled.

John grinned at your suggestion, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm. "You read my mind, sweetheart," he said, winking playfully. "A few drinks, some good food, and great company...sounds like just what we need."

"But first," he added, leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. "How about we take a nice hot bath together? Soak away our troubles for a while..."

Your cheeks turned pink as John suggested a hot bath together. You giggled and playfully pushed him away. "Naughty boy! You're trying to seduce me when I'm supposed to be sad!" You teased him, he always knew how to cheer you up.

John laughed at your teasing, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "When am I ever not trying to seduce you, sweetheart?" He asked, pulling you back into his arms and nuzzling your neck.

"But you're right," he continued, his voice dropping to a low purr. "You are supposed to be sad. So how about this? I'll make you laugh, cry, scream...and then I'll make you scream some more. Deal?"

You giggled at John's proposal, running your fingers through his hair as you looked into his eyes. "Deal" You whispered, kissing him again before leading him towards the bathroom where you drew them both a hot bubble bath.

Following you into the bathroom, John couldn't help but admire your figure from behind. Your curves were enticing, your ass round and plump - a sight that never failed to stir his desires. His eyes locked onto you as you started drawing the bath.

"You know," he said, stepping up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "I think I've got a better idea..."

Before you could react, he bent you over the edge of the bathtub, spreading your legs wide apart. He then plunged to fingers into your tight cunt.

Caught off guard, you gasped as John's fingers entered you roughly. You gripped the edge of the tub tightly as he began to finger fuck you. You moaned loudly, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

Feeling your tight walls clench around his fingers, John groaned in pleasure, his cock throbbing with need. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside you.

"God, you're so wet," he growled, his breath hot against your ear. "And you sound so fucking delicious..."

Your whole body trembled as John fingered you relentlessly. You reached down between your legs and began to rub your clit, amplifying your pleasure as you moaned and whimpered.

Hearing you moan and whimper, John felt his control slipping. His cock was painfully hard, begging for attention. Pulling his fingers out of you, he spun you around and pushed you against the wall next to the bathtub. He then lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, giving him easy access to your dripping cunt.

Caught by surprise, you let out a loud gasp as John thrust into you, filling you completely. Your legs quivered around his waist as he began to pound into you, your nails digging into his shoulders as you clawed at him.

Feeling your nails dig into his shoulders, John groaned in pleasure, his hips slapping against yours as he pounded into you. His cock throbbed inside you, stretching her tight walls deliciously.

"Oh, fuck..." he muttered, his breath coming in short pants. "So fucking tight...so fucking perfect...my perfect wife."

Your eyes rolled back as John fucked you against the wall, your pussy clenching around his cock as you screamed out in pleasure. You reached up and grabbed his face, pulling him in for a rough kiss as you moaned into his mouth.

John eagerly accepted your kiss, his tongue duelling with yours as he continued to thrust into you, harder and faster. His hand roamed over your body, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples, and squeezing your ass.

"I love you," he managed to gasp between thrusts. "Always have, always will"

Your breath hitched as John continued to fuck you, your body shaking uncontrollably as you climaxed, screaming out in ecstasy. You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, urging him on as you came.

Feeling your pussy tighten around his cock, John knew he wouldn't last much longer. He quickened his pace, thrusting into you with wild abandon as he neared his climax.

"Fuck...I'm gonna cum," he gasped out, his grip on your ass tightening. "Fill you up...my beautiful wife..."

"Please John" You gasped in between moans. "Fill me up....give me a baby"

Hearing your plea, John grunted in response, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied. His cock twitched inside you, signalling his imminent release.

"Fuck...I hope so..." he panted, his body shuddering as he finally erupted inside you. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, his seed filling you up completely.

"Ahh...fuck!" he cried out, his grip on your ass tightening even further.

Your body convulsed as John emptied himself inside you, his hot cum filling you up. You kissed him passionately, your tongues wrestling as you rode out your orgasm together. John held you close, his hands caressing your back and ass as he slowly slid out of you.

"That was...incredible," he murmured, panting heavily. "But now we really should draw that bath"

You giggled as John pulled out of you and gently put you down, his cum leaking out of your still quivering pussy. You nodded and led him over to the bathtub, pouring in a generous amount of bubble bath. John got into the bath first, then you got in after.

As you settled between his legs, John wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against him. He sighed contentedly, enjoying the warmth of the water and the feel of your soft skin against his own.

"This feels nice," he murmured, nuzzling your neck. "Just what we needed after all that excitement"

His hand moved down to her belly, gently rubbing circles there. "Hopefully we did manage to give ourselves a little surprise tonight..."

"I hope so" You smiled as you intertwined your fingers with John's. Admiring your wedding rings.

John returned your smile, his gaze falling on their entwined fingers and the wedding rings adorning their fingers. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, feeling a surge of affection for you.

"These sure are a reminder of how lucky I am," he said softly. "To have found someone like you."

He leaned in closer, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. "I love you, my dear wife."

You looked up at John and kissed him back, your lips lingering on his for a few seconds before you spoke. "And I love you, my dear husband."

John returned your kiss, deepening it slightly before breaking away with a soft chuckle. "Well, isn't that just the sweetest thing?" he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "My lovely wife, who can make even the toughest soldier melt with her words."

You blushed deeply at John's compliment, "You're just a big ol' softie when it comes to me." John chuckled softly, leaning in to press another kiss to your cheek.

"Guilty as charged," he admitted with a grin. "There's no denying it, sweetheart. But don't go spreading that around, okay? I've got an image to maintain." You laughed softly and shook your head, "I wouldn't dream of it, darling."

John grinned, leaning back against the edge of the tub as he pulled you closer to his chest. The warm water lapped against them, creating a soothing rhythm that seemed to match the steady beating of his heart.

"You know," he mused, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your stomach. "I think this might just be my favourite part of the day."

He chuckled softly, nuzzling your neck. "Not the sex - though that was pretty damn fantastic - but this. Just being here with you, relaxing and talking. It's perfect."

You smiled softly as John talked about his favourite part of the day, his fingers tracing patterns on your stomach. You closed your eyes and snuggled deeper into his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. "Mine too."

John smiled, his heart swelling with happiness at your words. He tightened his hold on you, pulling you even closer if that were possible.

"And to think," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "we almost didn't get married. Can you imagine? All those missed moments...all these wonderful memories we could have missed out on."

You sighed softly and cuddled deeper into John's embrace, your fingers tangling with his as you gazed out at the stars twinkling in the night sky through the window. "I know. It's crazy to think about."

John nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on the stars outside. A sense of gratitude and appreciation welled up within him, making his heart swell with emotion.

"But we did get married," he said softly, his voice thick with sentiment. "And for that, I'm truly grateful. Because without you, my life would be nothing more than a series of battles and losses. With you, it's a journey filled with love and laughter."

You smiled softly at John's heartfelt words, tears pricking at your eyes. You squeezed his hand and turned to look up at him. "And without you, I'd probably still be wandering aimlessly, trying to find some meaning in my life. With you, I've found not only love, but also purpose."

John's heart pounded in his chest as he listened to your words, his grip on your hand tightening instinctively. He swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat as he fought to keep his emotions under control.

"I love you, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "More than anything else in this world."

You stared at John for a moment, admiring him, "And I love you, more than anything. You're my whole life". You gave him a gentle kiss before you began washing yourself, once clean you started started getting out of the bath.

John watched as you began to stand from the bath, his gaze trailing appreciatively over your wet, glistening form. He couldn't help but admire your beauty, both inside and out.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, reaching out to pull you back down into his lap. "John" You laughed as he pulled you back into the bath.

John smirked, wrapping his arms around you again, holding you close. His lips brushed against your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

"I thought we had all night," he whispered huskily, his erection already stirring beneath the water once more. "No rushing off to bed just yet, Mrs. Price."

"Sorry Mr. Price" You smirked as you started grinding against his cock. John groaned as you ground against him, your movements sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He reached down, his hand sliding between your thighs to guide his length to her entrance.

"Not sorry enough," he muttered, thrusting up into you. His other hand moved to cup your breast, thumb rolling over her nipple teasingly.

You moaned softly as John thrust into you, his hand squeezing your breast as his thumb rolled over your sensitive nipple. You arched your back, pushing yourself further onto his cock.

John's breath hitched as you took him fully inside you, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He held your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you rode him.

"That's it, sweetheart," he groaned, his free hand moving to stroke your clit. "Ride me...just like that."

You moaned louder as John stroked your clit, the sensation causing your pussy to clench around his cock. Your hips moved faster, grinding against his hand as you fucked him harder and faster. "Oh god, John"

John grunted in response, his grip on your hip tightening as you picked up the pace. He could feel himself losing control, his climax building rapidly.

"Fuck, sweetheart..." He gasped, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm gonna...fuck, I'm gonna cum."

You smirked at John, you were feeling spontaneous tonight, you decided to take charge. You wrapped your hand around his throat. "Not yet baby" You slowed down your pace. "Not until I say so."

John's eyes widened in surprise as you grabbed his throat, slowing down your movements. He groaned in frustration, wanting nothing more than to release himself. "Yes, ma'am," he rasped. "As you command, Mrs. Price."

You smirked at John's submission, you loved seeing him like this, needing you. "Good boy" You mumbled. You leaned forward letting your lips be dangerously close to his but not kissing him knowing it drives him insane.

John bit back a groan as you teased him, your lips tantalizingly close but not quite touching his own. He wanted to reach up and grab you, force you to kiss him, but he knew better than to defy his wife. "Oh fuck, sweetheart," he breathed, his cock twitching inside you. "This is torture."

You giggled at John's words, you liked having power over him. You leaned back and started riding him again, your hands resting on his shoulders for support. You started fucking him faster.

John let out a guttural growl as you resumed your passionate movements, his hands gripping your hips firmly. He could feel his climax approaching rapidly, every thrust driving him closer to the edge.

"Fuck..." *he gasped, his thrusts matching yours. "I'm gonna...oh fuck"

You slowed down your movements again. "Not yet Mr. Price" You smirked at John, you were enjoying torturing him. You leaned down and began kissing his neck, nipping it occasionally.

John groaned in frustration as you slowed down your movements once more, your teeth grazing his neck adding another layer of pleasure to the mix. He gripped her your tighter, desperate to maintain control.

"Sweetheart..." he warned, his voice strained. "I'm warning you...if you don't let me finish soon, I'll have to punish you later."

You smirked at John's threat, you loved the idea of being punished by him. You continued to ride him slowly, torturing him. "Is that a promise Mr. Price?"

John gritted his teeth, his grip on your hips tight enough to leave marks. He was teetering on the edge, his climax threatening to spill over any second now. "Yes, it's a fucking promise," he growled, his voice laced with desire and frustration. "Now stop teasing me and let me finish."

You laughed at John's words, you loved how much he needed you. "Oh so demanding" John groaned, his patience wearing thin. But despite his frustration, there was an undeniable thrill in submitting to your whims. "As your husband, I demand it," he said with a smirk. "But if you want me to beg, I will."

You smirked at John's words, you loved hearing him beg. You stopped riding him completely, leaving him hanging. "I would love nothing more than to hear my husband beg"

John let out a frustrated growl as you stopped moving entirely, leaving him hanging. His cock throbbed inside you, desperate for release. "Shit" he groaned, his voice strained. "Let me...please, sweetheart. I need to...oh God, I need to cum."

You smirked at John's begging, you loved hearing him plead for you to let him cum. You started riding him again, your movements slow and sensual. You cupped his face and ran your thumb over his bottom lip. "That's a good boy"

John let out a relieved sigh as you finally started moving again, your movements slow and sensual. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a low moan as your thumb grazed over his lip.

You smirked at John's reaction, you enjoyed making him squirm. You rode him for a few minutes before speeding up your pace, your hands running over his chest and stomach. "How's that Mr. Price?"

John groaned in pleasure as you sped up your pace, his hands reaching up to grip your hips tightly. He could feel his climax approaching rapidly, every thrust bringing him closer to the edge. "Fuck, yes," he gasped, his voice strained. "That's it, sweetheart...just like that."

You smirked at John's words, you loved hearing him praise you. You leaned down and kissed him passionately, your tongue exploring his mouth. You broke the kiss only when you felt John's cock pulsating inside you. "Cum for me baby"

You sped up the pace, your head falling back. "Oh fuck" You gasped. Your cunt clenching around John's cock, his fingers gripping into your waist hard enough to leave bruises. "John!" You cried as you fell forward. John's entire body tensed as you urged him over the edge, his cock throbbing inside you. He could no longer hold back, his climax ripping through him with a force that left him gasping for air.

"Fuck, sweetheart," He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he spilled himself deep within you. John laid beneath you, panting heavily as they both recovered from their intense orgasms. He could feel your hot breath against his skin, your kisses and gentle bites sending shivers down his spine.

You lifted yourself off John slightly, looking down at him. You had a satisfied smile on your face, your eyes sparkling with happiness. "Can't I get out of the bath now?" John chuckled softly, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her back down onto him.

"No, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice husky with satisfaction. "We're staying right here until the water cools."

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pickingupmymercedes · 7 days

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I'd like to believe - Lewis Hamilton

Alternative sequel to Maybe in another life / When I get to meet you

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: mentions of mourning, angst, will make you emotional

wordcount: +1K

a/n: Alternative-ish ending (this was actually my first draft to continue their story, so the happy-ish one is the alternative, sort of).

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

MILD TRIGGERING CONTENT UNDER, PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

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My dearest little one,

Today marks ten years since you should have been here, celebrating another year of life. Ten times the snow has fallen, making everything quiet outside.

They say time heals all cuts, but some cuts go real deep, leaving scars that never quite go away. And I still find it hard to believe that a whole decade has passed.

You'd be so grown now, so full of life and curiosity, brimming with questions and dreams. I often wonder what you'd be like – would you have my stubbornness and determination, or your mother's grace and patience?

Maybe a beautiful blend of both, creating someone truly unique.

I’m going to visit your stone again later today. Leave this letter like every year. I suspect there’ll be fresh flowers, as always, probably from your mother.

She never forgets.

We never reconnected, not like I'd hoped for. But I think about her often.

I searched everywhere for her. I just really needed someone to share the pain with, someone to hold onto while everything fell apart. We tried talking, spilling out all our feelings, but the words wouldn't come out right. Maybe we were afraid of saying the wrong thing or making things worse.

Maybe we were both thinking the same thing – maybe if we'd done things differently, maybe you'd still be here.

After a while, the space between us just kept getting bigger, too big to cross. You see, your mom, she found a way to move on. She built a life for herself, a life where the pain was still there, but it didn't control her anymore.

I hope she's found peace and happiness, something she deserved more than anyone. She was an incredible woman, and I wish I had been the man she needed me to be.

I hope she reads these letters someday, that she understands how much I loved you both, how much I regret not being there when you needed me most.

Maybe one day, when the weight of these years starts to feel a little lighter, I can finally forgive myself.

Maybe then, I can find the strength to reach out to her, not to get back together, but to find some peace, a simple way to say thank you for the love we shared and sorry for the loss that tore us apart.

You know, life has changed quite a bit since I last wrote to you.

I'm with someone, have been for the past four years. She's patient, kind and knows about you. I don't think we'll ever have children though. She's got her own ghosts.

I retired from racing. Shortly after I won my eighth championship with Ferrari. It was a dream come true, but also bittersweet because I couldn't share it with you. I work as a consultant for the team now, just like Niki was for me at Mercedes. You’d have loved him.

It's a different kind of thrill, guiding the next generation of racers, helping them navigate the same challenges I once faced, but it drives me forward.

I’d like to believe you’d be proud of your old man for that.

I sometime wonder if you would have been drawn to racing too, or maybe you'd have found your passion in something entirely different. Whatever it might have been, I would have supported you every step of the way and with all my heart.

I think about the things you'd enjoy often; you know?! The hobbies and interests you'd develop.

Maybe you'd love music, like your mother. She had an incredible ear for it, always humming a tune or singing softly to herself. It’s what got us close in the first place so many years ago.

Perhaps you'd have a knack for building things, creating something out of nothing with your hands and imagination.

Either way, I hope you'd have found joy in the simple things, just like I try and do now.

There's so much I wish I could’ve shared with you. So many lessons I've learned the hard way and would to show you. Life isn't always easy, my little one. It's filled with ups and downs, triumphs and failures.

One of the most important things I wish I could’ve taught you is the value of love. Real love, the kind that fills your heart and soul, and is worth every bit of pain and sacrifice.

I had that with your mother, even if I didn't realize it at the time. She saw right through me, saw the man behind the driver, and loved me for who I was. I'd hope you'd find someone like that, someone who understands and loves you unconditionally.

It might hurt sometimes, but that's how you know it's real. Love isn't always easy, but it's the most beautiful thing.

I would want you to know that it's okay to make mistakes though. I made plenty, and each one taught me something valuable. The key is to learn from them, to grow and become a better person. But each moment, whether good or bad, shapes who you are.

I wish I could have been there to guide you through it all, to help you navigate the challenges and celebrate the victories. My motto has been “Still I Rise” for the longest time and if you wanted it could’ve been yours as well.

Life isn't about being perfect; it's about being true to yourself and striving to be the best version of you.

In the quieter moments I still dream about you, you know. In my dreams, you're a whirlwind of energy, your laughter filling the air. We go on adventures, explore the world together. I teach you what I know, and you teach me about everything else.

Those dreams are my sanctuary, a place where we can be together, even if just for a moment.

Sometimes, I catch myself talking to you out loud, as if you were right beside me. I tell you about my day, about the races, about the world. It might sound silly, but it brings me comfort. It's my way of keeping you close, of making sure you're never forgotten.

Even though we never got to meet, you are a part of me, and I carry you in my heart every day.

You are my greatest loss, but also my greatest gift. You've taught me more about love than anything else in this world.

Sometimes, under a sky full of stars, I imagine you up there with the constellations, looking down at me with curious eyes. And I need you to know that we love you still, deeply and unconditionally.

Ten years old. A whole person with your own personality, dreams, and wishes.

The world missed out on knowing you, and so did I.

But your memory, my precious child, it lives on. It lives on in the way I cherish every moment, every sunrise, every laugh shared with a friend. It lives on in the way I try to be a better person, kinder, someone who would have been a good dad to you.

This letter is my vow written down. A promise that even though you're not here, you'll never be forgotten.

Happy birthday, my sweet child. I hope, wherever you are, you're smiling, knowing that you are loved and cherished.

You are my light, my angel and a part of me. And though the path I walk may be lonely sometimes, I carry you and your mom with me in my heart, always.

With all the love that would have filled a lifetime.

Dad.

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fetusgooseandjuice · 1 year

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Pretty One

Pairing(s): Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader

Summary: A quiet day with your girlfriend ends with you having to leave your home when Natasha shows up in search for Yelena.

Word Count: 1,454

Warnings: Violence

Authors Note: This is based off of/inspired by the scene from Black Widow!

You were currently laid on the sofa, snuggled up to your girlfriend. Her head rested on a pillow against the arm of the couch whilst your head was lying on her shoulder, her arms wrapped securely around you.

She had returned from a quick trip to the corner store just a couple hours ago for some basic food items when you got comfy on the cushions, and turned on some random show on the television.

You were quite interested in the show at first, but that was before Yelena began to card her fingers through your hair and caress your back with her calloused, yet extremely gentle hands.

The comforting actions from her had you dozing off. Not into a sound sleep per say, but into a very relaxed and tranquil state, so you were no longer focused on the show that still lightly ran in the background.

Yelena on the other hand was unsuccessful with paying attention to the plot at all when she had what she believed was a real life angel laying right in her arms, toying with the strap of the white tank top she wore.

Your mouth opened into a yawn as Yelena continued to play with your hair, "Tired? I know you didn't really sleep that well last night." she asked.

You shook your head, "No, just really content with you." you mumbled in response.

Yelena never thought she could make anyone feel anything other than pain and suffering after her time in the red room. But then she met you who introduced her to the world of emotions; the main one being love. The kind that everyone hopes and dreams for, but not everyone gets.

She turned to kiss your temple, "I love you, detka (baby), so much." she whispered against your head. "I love you too, Lena." you said the words back to her with just as much meaning.

A few moments of comfortable silence went by before she spoke up again, "What if we just ran away." she suggested.

"Ran away?" you repeated with a giggle and she hummed, lightly chuckling.

"Yeah, you know just go wherever our hearts take us and never look back." she elaborated on her out of the blue idea.

"Where would we go?" you questioned.

Yelena shrugged her shoulders, "Anywhere you want to." You thought for a moment before responding,

"I've always wanted to go to London."

"Then we'll start with London. And then maybe we'll go to Paris because it's the city of love, and well, you are my love." she said, making you giggle once again.

You continued to talk about that for a little bit before returning to the calming quietness of just your slow breathing and the television. This time you both had almost fallen asleep until Yelena froze. If there was anything being a trained ex assassin had given her, it was heightened senses.

She knew that something was not right, and the fact that she had you with her right now made her protective instincts immediately set off sirens in her brain.

"You okay, Lena?" you asked, feeling her body suddenly tense up.

Yelena gently sat up and untangled herself from you, making a frown form on your face.

"Where are you going?" you asked, opening your eyes to see her standing up.

"Dorogaya (darling), I need you to go into the other room and stay there. Do not come out until I come to get you myself." Yelena tells you.

"What?" you sat up in confusion.

"I know this sounds weird but I just need you to trust me, okay?" she spoke as she pulled a gun out from under the couch cushion, making your eyes slightly widen.

"What— what's going on? Is someone here?" you said in a panic, watching as she slipped on her blazer that was laying on a chair.

She contemplated her next words as she didn't want you to scare you, but she also didn't want to lie to you, "That's what I'm going to find out. But first I need to know that you're safe before I go anywhere. So please, just trust me." Yelena spoke softly to calm you.

You hesitantly nodded your head, and she took that as her cue to take your hand and lead you to the other room. She stopped in front of your wardrobe and opened the door, "Stay here, and wait for me to come get you."

She pressed a kiss to your forehead after you sat down. You murmured an 'Okay' before she shut the door and her footsteps disappeared down the hallway.

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Meanwhile, Yelena made sure her gun was loaded before holding it out in front of her, "I know you're out there." her voice echoed through the apartment.

A few seconds passed before another voice responded, "I know you know I'm out here." it spoke, followed by the front door loudly opening and closing.

"Then why are you skulking about like it's a minefield?" you heard your girlfriend say.

"Cause I don't know if I can trust you." the voice that was unknown to you answered.

You could hear Yelena lightly chuckle, "Funny, I was going to say the same thing."

"So, are we gonna talk like grown-ups?" the intruder asked.

Yelena's tone dropped lowly, "Is that what we are?"

You couldn't see it, but Yelena and the owner of the unrecognizable voice were finally face to face, each pointing a gun at the other.

For a few moments you could only hear shoes patting against the floor when your girlfriends voice threatened, "Put it down before I make you."

"You put yours down." the voice shot back, "Watch your step."

Nothing but an eerie silence could be heard by your ears. That was until Yelena and the stranger decided to quit the small talk and handle the situation in a different manner.

It was clear to you that they were now fighting from the loud crashes and shouting that rang through the apartment floor. Objects were smashed, glass was shattering, furniture was breaking. You knew that your girlfriends was significantly more than capable of handling herself, but you were still worried about her.

You weren't exactly sure how long the commotion had gone on for when you finally heard the voice speak again, "Truce." it said. It scared you that Yelena sounded like she was gasping for air.

"You've grown up." the stranger commented.

'Grown up?' you thought. 'Did Yelena know this person? Why are they here? Why were trying to hurt your girlfriend?'

"No shit." Yelena responded coldly. You could hear footsteps coming closer to you when the door opened, revealing your Lena.

Her hair was tousled and she looked as if she had just ran a marathon, but it was her. She was seemingly unharmed, but you just had to make sure.

You cupped her face as she kneeled in front of you, "Lena? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" your eyes concerningly scanned her body.

"I'm alright, printsessa (princess), I promise." she reassured you.

Yelena caught you when you threw yourself into her arms and wrapped yours around her neck to hold her close, not caring about how sweaty she might be.

"Hey dorogaya, I need you to do something for me, okay?" she said as she pulled back.

You hummed, wordlessly telling her to continue, "You know those bags we have packed for emergencies under the bed in our room?" Yelena asked and you nodded, "I need you to go grab them for me, okay?"

You both knew that eventually you would have to get up and leave. With Yelena being a trained ex assassin she had inevitably made some enemies. You just didn't expect that day to come so soon.

So you knowingly complied, standing to your feet with her. When Yelena moved out from in front of you so you could walk away, you saw who you believed to be the intruder standing just a few feet away.

She had fiery red hair that was styled into a braid, and wore an all black outfit. You coward under her rather intimidating gaze, realizing that this stranger who just attacked your girlfriend had just watched your whole encounter.

You felt a hand rest on the small of your back, recognizing it as Yelena's, "Ignore her, detka (baby). She won't hurt you." she said, pressing a kiss to your hair as she gave her sister a warning glance.

Yelena gave you a nod when you looked at her for you to go ahead and leave the room. You quickly walked passed the redhead who looked at her younger sister with her signature smirk.

"She’s a pretty one." Natasha stated.

Yelena rolled her eyes, "Shut up."

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x female reader #yelena marvel #yelena belova #yelena mcu #yelena x you #yelena x reader #yelena x y/n #yelena black widow

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peachymilkandcream · 7 months

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Movie!William Afton x Wife!Reader -> Scrapped

(A/N: Future Afton oneshots are going to be strictly x Reader, so we'll see how much you guys like this one. As usual this is spoilers for the movie so proceed with a bit of a caution)

WARNINGS: mentions of noncon, dubcon, violence, domestic violence, age difference, power dynamic, murder, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, gaslighting, emotional manipulation, descriptions of gore

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Agony, all that he could feel was pure agony, the metal digging into his flesh was beyond anything he ever thought he could endure. It had all gone wrong, it had gone so wrong. It was never supposed to be this way, he was better than this, a genius among men. Reduced to a hunk of flesh and wires. Springlocks pierced his skin, down to the bone as that stupid old suit turned against him. It had served him so well in the past, and now all of his sins had come back to bite him in the ass. He was going to die here, all of his schemes and success amounting to nothing.

At least that's what William believed until he heard the sound of crunching glass as footsteps came nearer, someone was in that accursed place with him. It didn't sound like an animatronic, it couldn't be. He didn't have the strength to call out, he didn't have the strength to do anything but lie there.

"William? William!" The voice was feminine, scared, he recognized it as his wife.

His voice couldn't get out, he was weak, so weak, barely holding on at this point. All he could focus on was the pain, he didn't even notice the steps coming closer until his wife stood in front of him, concern painted on her whole face.

"Oh my- William- what happened!? There's so much blood- oh what should I do-"

William reached for her, his costumed hand desperate to touch, to hold her, his one true comfort. After all he had done, he just needed her to save him once again, that was her job, she was supposed to save him whenever he required it, take the fall for his mistakes.

She removed the mask from his head, her hands trembling s she held his cheek gently, tears coming to her eyes, both of sorrow that he was in this state and joy that she had found him before it was too late. "I'll get you out of here my love, I promise. Just hold on a little longer for me." His wife stood, running around the back room like a chicken with her head cut off trying to find a solution and save her husband.

Eventually she returns with spare tablecloths, laying them on the ground. "Alright honey, I'm going to put you on this to drag you to the car, just bear with me, this might hurt." With all the strength her smaller body can muster she lifts him onto the cloth, trying to be as gentle as possible but each movement digs the metal deeper into him. Until finally she gets him on the cloths, taking the extra and dragging him with all her might. He was heavy, but the fabric made it easier to drag him across the tiled floor and outside.

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Somehow she had gotten him into the car, focused on the road but taking a moment every once and a while to glance in the rearview mirror. Her feelings were conflicted about all of this, up until she hadn't known of his crime, she hadn't known of the monster he was deep inside. But she knew that there was nothing she could do but stick with him at all costs, he was her husband after all, and she had always been taught that no matter what he was in the right. Even in this, she couldn't just abandon him now, all of their children had, she couldn't do the same.

Even as rain poured and her dress was covered in mud and blood from dragging him around, she kept going with fierce determination, after all if you want something done right you just have to do it yourself. His basement workshop would have to do, she needed somewhere with a lot of space and where no one would look. She hadn't even been there herself.

It was dark and smelled something foul, rusted bits of metal taking up every square inch of the place. The hollow eyes of the prototypes of long since projects given up on staring back at her, the ones that haunted her dreams. With a brush of her arm the gears and wires clattered onto the floor as she tried to lift him onto the table, taking many failed attempts until he was laid on it. All she could do was roll up her sleeves and get set to it, gathering fabric scissors, a metal saw, and pliers.

First went the costume, cut off and discarded until they were in heaps on the floor, the fibreglass shell coming next. With those disposed of she could clearly see the damage, she had always been queasy around blood, so she had to cover her mouth to keep her lurching stomach in check. This wasn't about her comfort, it was about him living, and continuing to keep things the way they had always been, her at home, him providing for her.

Sparks flew as she cut through the metal, cutting the locks away from the exoskeleton. It made the most horrendous sound, and the smell was vile, she didn't know how William could spend so many hours here working on these things and ignoring his family. As each gave way, all she could think of is the pain he must be going through at this moment, struggling to breathe, each one causing him immense pain.

Even that was nothing compared to the disgusting sound of metal being ripped out of flesh as she pulled each one out. How could it have come to this, her proud and brilliant husband stuck like a pincushion because of his own design. Worry and love the only things keeping her hands moving as she struggling to put him back together again. He was no more than those discarded machines he had spent his whole life making, scrapped and left to rot.

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"After all those murders, I don't know how you got used to all that blood William." His wife says after wiping the last of his blood off of her.

William was laying there, groaning and trying to process anything but pure agony. It was easier to breathe, and even now she had saved him from the fiery pits of hell. He was going to live, beyond all expectations, he was going to live, live to commit more crimes and slaughter more innocent people.

"I don't deserve you my dear.." He somehow manages despite the pain.

"After all you've done for me, this was the least I could do."

He bit back the urge to laugh, all he'd done was gotten her pregnant and had her keep it to make sure she couldn't leave him, made her drop out of her education so she had no option but him. "Whatever you say dear." He smirked, he knew even from then she was a keeper. "What would I do without you."

His sweet little wife.

#william afton smut #william afton x reader #william afton x oc #steve raglan smut #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x oc #five nights at freddys #fnaf #fnaf movie #purple guy #man behind the slaughter

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devildomditzy · 4 months

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Blanket Fort

In which Mammon realizes how exhausting having children can be on a human

Tags/Warnings: Dad!Mammon, Mom!Reader, worries of parenting, fluffy comfort

Happy Valentine’s Day <3

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“Turn the lights down when the kids are sleeping

We'll build a blanket fort that only we can be in”

Blanket Fort - Archers

A blur runs past your feet, so quick you can barely make out the shape of your three year old son zipping past, almost knocking you (and the toys you had picked up off the floor in your hands) off balance.

“Hey! No running in the house!”, you exclaim, knowing that his ability to move inhumanly quick easily ranged him now out of earshot of your nagging.

Those damn demon genes.

Your attention is brought back and pulled down by your feet where your two year old daughter is flying (barely above the floor) in pursuit of her brother.

Her wings just barely clip you, the force making you drop everything in your grasp and fall backwards onto your ass.

Goddamn demon genes.

Just as you begin to pick yourself up you hear another, much louder pair of footsteps followed by mad cackling coming into range.

Ah, the worst of them all. Here he comes.

Goddamn fucky ass demon genes.

You husband bursts into the room, looking around wildly before his eyes fall onto you and his face breaks out into a smile.

“Sup, treasure. See the kiddos anywhere?”

You sigh, dusting off the front of your jeans, grimacing from the pain of falling on hardwood. You look at your now slightly skinned palms and frown.

“I told them no running in the house.”

He snorts at your dismay. “Come on, they’re just kids bein’ kids”

“I believe I also told you no running in the house”, you glare at him.

His smile waivers as he waves a hand in the air in dismissal. “Details, details.”

You give another frustrated sigh, looking down at the mess that once again has found its way onto the floor. This is the seventh time this week you’ve cleaned up this room, and the seventh time this week it’s been wrecked once more.

You love your children (and your obnoxious husband), you swear you do! But sometimes somethings, the little things, begin to get to you. Tears begin to well up in your eyes and you ball your fists, willing them not to come out.

“Hey, hey, woah,” Mammon coos at you, quickly looking back into the hallway from the door frame to check where his two little menaces have gone before walking over to you, grabbing you by the shoulders and into his embrace.

“Lemme get a look at ya, come on”, he says as he pulls you back from his chest to look at your face. He is met with a look of tired frustration. “What’s wrong, Mama?”

You sniffle in an attempt to stop the tears, but looking in his eyes always breaks you. You remain quiet as the tears run down your face.

He faulters for a minute before giving a small smile. “These kids can be a real handful, eh?”, he tosses a head nod towards the door as he says. “Good thing they got the most awesome parents in the world to take care of ‘em.”

You sniffle once more, wiping some tears with the back of your hand before muttering, “I don’t feel awesome.”

“What!?”, he says in an accusatory tone before realizing his mistake. It’s just- you mean the world to him. And to them. How can you not see what he sees?

“But yer amazin’! Ya handle two half demons like they’re nothin’. Hell, before that you handled seven full demons like it was nothin’!”

“I can’t keep up with them…I- I- I’m not fast enough, I can’t fly, I don’t have horns or whatever… I can’t relate to them like you can.”

“Hey, you got the smooth, calm and collected human side, I got the cool, totally awesome demon side. We can do this, cmon, we’ve been doin’ this! We’re totally great parents.”

When you still shy away from his gaze, refusing to meet his eyes, he sighs.

His tone drops to a quiet intimacy. “Where’s all this comin’ from, darlin’?”

You take a shaky breath before speaking. “I dunno… I guess I’m just…tired?”

He doesn’t look all that convinced.

“That it?”

You remain quiet as he gives you a look.

“Don’t make me pry”, he playfully shakes you as he chuckles, though his voice is still laced with concern.

“I guess… I’ve just been so stressed out and tired I-I….I haven’t had anytime for me or anything like that. I feel so- I don’t- ugh”

You take one final huff,

“I don’t feel like myself. I haven’t in a while. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t worried, or anxious, or nervous.”

He rubs up and down your arms. “Hey, I know it’s a lot. But look at ‘cha, you’re still my human, yeah? Still just as beautiful and irritatingly kind and stupid as the day I met ya!”

He gets a laugh out of you as you shake your head.

“Yeah, there’s that smile!”, he beams before looking at you with lidded eyes.

“You know they look up to ya, yeah? I do too”, he continues.

“Heh, thanks,” you smile. “I just feel like I need a break.”

He lights up, devious smile painting his face as it always did before when he had a scheme. “That, I can do.”

“Huh?”

“Give you a break! I’ve got an idea. Gimmie a couple hours of plannin’. I’ve got the kids handled. Clear yer calendar and make sure you’re in the livin’ room by 6 ‘o clock”, he’s talking faster than his movements can keep up, taking out his D.D.D and making a start out the door towards the direction of your children’s laughter.

Before he’s out of sight, he leans backwards to call out, “I love ya! See you in a bit.”

“Mammon, what?”, you question as he leaves, shaking your head and laughing under your breath.

This man…

Time passes and you continue to pick up the rest of the rooms in the house utterly destroyed by your precious children. It was nice to hear that Mammon has the children handled, but it’s worrisome to think of what ‘handled’ really means to him. It’s especially worrisome that since about an hour after he left the room, the house has remained completely quiet.

You check your phone, the screen lights up at you as the time displays “5:45 PM”. Well, whatever it is he’s planning, you suppose you should get ready for it. You walk to the bathroom, fixing up your hair in the mirror and think about changing your clothes before deciding, fuck it, you have no idea what you’re doing anyway. If the evening calls for a certain outfit, you’ll worry about it then.

“5:50 PM”

You head for the living room.

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You don’t know exactly what you were expecting to see here, but you didn’t think it’d be this.

A million sheets hanging from different places in the room. Literally - you think it’s literally all the sheets you own. And maybe more?

Secondly, fairy lights are strung from the ceiling in no particular pattern, messy in their formation. You’re not exactly sure where he got those. They kinda look like the ones from your room in the House of Lamentation.

Thirdly, you know for a fact that you do not own that many pillows. Where the fuck did he get all of these? And is that… Levi’s Ruri-Chan pillow?

Before you can begin to question it, Mammon emerges from the homemade fortress, hitting his elbow on a chair that he was using as support as he exits.

“Owww…”, he rubs the area while hissing, before noticing you.

“Hey! I told ya 6 ‘o clock! Not 5:55!”, one hand flies to his hips while he points at you with the other.

“What is all this?”, you question, laughing at his fake irritation.

“What’s all thi-? What’s it look like!”, he exclaims, exasperated before turning around and raising his hands like he’s showcasing a fantastic prize to you.

“It’s your break! It’s a blanket fort!”

“A blanket fort?”, you raise an eyebrow, challenging him.

“Yeah! Wait till you see inside! I got all ya favorite stuff in here! I got movies set up, I got grimm-“

“That’s your favorite stuff”, you cut him off, giggling.

“Well yeah! I’ve got good taste. But there’s also chocolates and snacks and those huge bean bag chairs you like.”

You shake your head, lightly laughing “and the kids?”

“My brothers got ‘em. Spendin’ the night with their ‘ol uncles never hurt anyone.”

“And dinner?”

“We’ll order take out. Come on, I wanna show you the inside. I took this antique bottle of demonus from Lucifer’s-“

You give him a dangerous look, cutting him off.

“I mean, I bought it. I bought it for real with real grimm at the real store.”

He smiles, taking your hand.

“It’s just you and me tonight, yeah? Let’s have a little fun”, he says as he walks backwards, pulling you towards the entrance.

“You know, this might be one of the sweetest things you’ve ever done for me”, you smile, following his lead.

“You bet your ass it’s sweet, look! I even put LEDs in here!”

You smile, you’ve always adored his antics.

“Hey Mammon?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks. I love you.”

“Love ya too, treasure. Now sit down ‘n relax. These movies ain’t gonna watch themselves.”

You stop him in his tracks pulling him into a kiss. He malfunctions, hands going up in the air defensively until he relaxes into you, wrapping his arms around your waist. And he blushes.

No matter what, he always still blushes.

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archangeldyke-all · 5 months

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How would Sevika react to her baby being born? Like listening to reader scream curse words at her as she pushes and Sevikas smiling cause she’s never heard her sweet wife say such words.

Then when the baby is finally born they look just like Sevika and she can’t help but stare in amazement and love. Kissing reader all over her face and saying words of affirmation

HAHAHAHHA

men and minors dni

she's never been more in love with you than she is in this exact moment, with you sweating through a paper hospital gown, screaming bloody murder, and clawing through the skin on her hand as you push your daughter out into the world.

sure, she just witnessed you shit yourself and you look like you're mid-exorcism. sure, she nearly passed out when she took a peek between your legs and saw your cunt stretched and bleeding. but you're the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.

"what the fuck are you smiling at you smug motherfucker?!" you snarl as another contraction wracks your body. she grins, ducking down to kiss your sweating temple, and if you had any more strength in you you'd smack the smile right off her face.

"you're amazing." she says with wonder, a sparkle in her eye. "you're the sexiest, strongest, most powerful woman i've ever met. i'm so in love with you." she says adoringly.

"you're never, ever touching me again, you piece of shit!" you growl. sevika just laughs and nods.

"whatever you want, baby." she says, still smiling.

"i fucking hate you!" you scream as you push through your contraction.

"i love you more than i've ever loved anything." she replies.

"i can't believe you did this to me!"

before she can reply with an annoyingly soothing response, the doctor gasps from between your legs. "ten centimeters!"

you whine, tears racing down your cheeks at the horrible searing tearing feeling between your legs.

"it's time to push, baby." she whispers soothingly.

"stop fucking talking to me!" you growl. sevika laughs, kissing you again, then she crawls into the hospital bed behind you to hold you from behind, both of your hands in hers, her legs enveloping your torso, your back against her chest, just like you practiced in your classes.

"i'm gonna marry you once this is all over." she says in your ear as you catch your breath from your last contraction. you barely get thirty seconds between the waves of pain, but you manage to bark out a laugh at this.

"we're already married." you say. sevika continues to kiss your head and neck.

"so we'll renew our vows." she says. "and our baby can be there. she'll be the officiant." she says. you laugh again, and it quickly turns into a moan of pain.

"i'm divorcing you for this." you cry out. sevika laughs and kisses your head.

"i'll win you back." she says. you elbow her as you sit forward for your next push, getting a little satisfaction at the little grunt of pain she lets out.

"i can see the head!" the doctor says. you scream and sevika gasps, and then--

the sweetest, tiniest little cries you've ever heard start up between your legs. you gasp, and sevika gasps, and the doctor rises from between your legs with a slimy, blood covered, wrinkly lump of flesh flailing in her arms.

"a beautiful, healthy baby girl." she says, grinning as she walks the baby over to the head of the bed for you to gawk at.

at the sight of her scrunched up sobbing face, all the pain in your body seemingly disappears. an entirely new type of tears well up in your eyes, and you almost tackle the doctor when she turns away with the baby in her arms. it's only sevika's hold on you that keeps you in place, her voice in your ear gently reminding you that they gotta clean the baby first.

"you wanna cut the cord, mama?" the doctor asks, looking over her shoulder at sevika a she and the nurses quickly wipe up your crying baby. sevika chokes on a sob from behind you and nods, pressing a solid kiss against your head before scrambling out of bed to stand beside the group of medical professionals, shakily snipping the umbilical cord, officially separating your baby from your body.

when she's all clean sevika holds cradles your daughter into her arms, gasping down at her crying little face as you deliver the placenta and the doctors clean you up.

nothing hurts anymore. they quickly hook you up to a steady stream of morphine, and the hormones flooding your body make time all floaty and make you all spacey.

one minute, there's a gaggle of nurses surrounding you, the next, it's just sevika, standing beside your hospital bed, cooing down at your daughter.

she gently makes her way back in bed with you, placing your little girl in your arms, hooking her chin over your shoulder as you both grin down at your crying little girl.

"holy shit." you whisper. sevika giggles from behind you.

"she's gorgeous."

"she looks like a raisin." you whisper. sevika bursts into laughter, pressing endless kisses to your face.

you burst into tears, and sevika coos behind you, squeezing you to her chest.

"she's so perfect." you cry. "it's our baby sev. our daughter." you cry.

your baby girl's calmed down now, seemingly recognizing your voice, her little eyes blinking up into space. you know she can't see yet, but it seems like she's looking right up at her moms.

"oh fuck." you cry. "she looks just like you." you say through tears. sevika's sniffling behind you, seeming to realize the same thing.

she does look just like sevika. even though she's only a few minutes old, and her face is so itty bitty-- she's got sevika's eyes. and sevika's nose. and sevika's lips. and two or three wisps of sevika's ebony hair decorate her head.

"shit, this is no fair. i'm the one who carried her for nine months and she comes out lookin' like your clone!" you cry. sevika chuckles behind you, reaching down to gently press one of her fingers against your baby's palm.

"just means she's gonna have your personality, babe." she says. "another sweetheart."

you giggle, leaning back against your wife.

both of you laugh as your daughter grunts and smacks her free hand against sevika's wrist.

"no way, she's all you. she came out swinging and everything." you say through laughs.

sevika snorts and kisses your head.

"i love you so much." she whispers. you sigh, turning your neck to press your lips against hers.

"i love you too." you say.

"you're not gonna divorce me?" she asks, laughing against your lips. you smile.

"no, i guess not. she's worth all the pain." you say, looking back down at your daughter. sevika smiles against your head.

"welcome to the world, little fucker." sevika whispers.

in your arms, your daughter coos.

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#okay u guys have to help me come up with a name for our baby with sev i cant keep calling her little fucker 😭#ok it's nap time for me now but i'll be back to finish more requests once i wake up!! :) i'm having a writing day it's so fun i love u guys #sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

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andvys · 1 year

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We'll burn the sky | part seven

Warnings: 18+, angst, mentions of cheating, heartbreak, mentions of unrequited love, a short amount of uhhhh... smut at the end

Pairings: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x rockstar!fem!reader | rockstar!Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham | Steve Harrington x rockstar!fem!reader

Summary: You struggle to believe or trust Eddie and the others and while it all seems to fall apart and the pain begins to take a hold of you, one person might be able to fix it it; a little.

Word count: 7.9+

Author's note: not very satisfied with this chapter but I hope you're gonna like it! Also you can thank @mysticmunson for the amazing idea at the very end of this chapter hehe

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Eddie stood there frozen in place, tears streaming down his cheeks. He experienced heartbreak before but not like this.

His heart broke when his mom died.

His heart broke when his father left him.

His heart broke when friends betrayed him and turned against him when he was a young boy.

His heart broke when Chrissy cheated on him.

But his heart has never been in such pain the way it is right now. Deep down, he always knew that this would happen. Even if he had left her before you found out, you would have still found out about it at some point. What was he thinking?

To know that he was the one to ruin it all, makes the pain even worse. He was never one to be confident in himself– despite the act that he put on. He was insecure, unsure of himself and the self love was lacking too, perhaps that is why he forgave Chrissy after she had betrayed him.

He didn’t think that he would find anyone that would be willing to be with him again, to stay with him. No one ever showed any interest in him, no one ever looked at him the way they looked at Steve Harrington, no one ever admired him, no one ever tried to flirt with him, no one ever asked him out.

If anything, all they did was look at him in disgust and whisper behind his back. The giggles and the mean looks left an impact on him, it still hurt to think back on it– even now that he was somewhat famous and the girls were begging for his attention, he didn’t take any of them seriously, they only want him now because he is a known rockstar– not to mention that he doesn’t care about the girls that are just begging to be touched by him. There is only one girl that he wants and that is you– not Chrissy, not the other girls, just you.

But he ruined it, he broke your heart in a way he never wanted to and he doesn’t know how to fix it or if you will ever let him.

He wipes his tears away. His cheek still stings from Chrissy’s slap.

Chrissy.

He needs to leave her, he needs to break up with her. He has been dragging this on for long enough already.

He makes his way to his hotel room, mind only focused on one thing; you. He doesn’t care about how his conversation with Chrissy will go, he just wants it to be over with but when he gets to his room, hoping to find her there, he finds it empty. She is gone and so are her things, the only thing she left behind is a note that she wrote for him.

We’ll talk about this when you’re back in Hawkins.

-Chrissy

“Fuck,” he mumbles as he stares at her handwriting.

It’s over.

It’s over for them.

What else is there to talk about?

Eddie refused to touch her last night, he even refused to kiss her, feeling like he was cheating on you when he touched her. It was bad enough that she snuggled into his arms at night. Her touch felt foreign now and it left him with nothing but a coldness in his heart. It wasn’t the same, she is not you.

Two years ago, he would have kept her note, today he throws it in the trash.

Sitting down on the bed, he leans his elbows on his knees and buries his face in his hands.

How could everything go wrong so fast?

‘I'll stay for the rest of the tour but the moment it's over, the moment we're back in LA, I'm out and I never want to see you again after this, Eddie.’

The thought of you leaving, breaks his heart even more. He can’t stand the thought of living a life without you.

You’re the first one on the bus, sitting on the leather seats in the lounge area, you stare at the tour diary with a scowl on your face, the memory of the first tour day leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

You feel ridiculous, you feel like a fool for believing Eddie and the others so blindly.

“Hey.”

You look up to find Jeff walking towards you, a guilt look resting on his face as your eyes lock.

You nod at him before you turn away, pulling your knees up to your chest, you look out of the window. Eddie and Rob are still outside, talking to each other as they smoke their last cigarette before getting on the bus.

Jeff sighs, sitting down next to you.

“Y/n,” he says softly, “I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head, “what exactly are you sorry for?”

“Everything. I-I should’ve told you about her. I told him that he shouldn’t keep that from you, that he should be honest– from the start but he.. he was an idiot.”

You scoff at his words, “yeah he is,” you nod, “why didn’t you tell me?” you ask as you finally turn back to look at your friend.

“I was hoping that he would tell you.”

“Oh come on, Jeff,” you mumble, “you all kept it from me, none of you ever mentioned her, he didn’t, you didn’t and I think we all know why.”

Jeff shakes his head, furrowing his brows at your words.

“What do you mean?”

“You were all using me– my family name for this,” you gesture to the tour bus, “this is why you all kept the truth from me. You only wanted me for one reason, for this band, so the label wouldn’t drop you and while you were at it, you all decided to make a big joke out of me too, letting Eddie play with me, with my fucking feelings.”

“What? No!” he shakes his head as he stares at you with a shocked look in his eyes, “y/n, no! That’s not what happened, like at all!”

“No one and I mean no one used you! Not me, not the others, not Eddie!” he exclaims, “shit, Eddie didn’t even know who you were until after you joined the band, he didn’t know who your dad was!”

The angry look on your face falters a little.

“He didn’t?”

Jeff shakes his head, “no, he found out after you joined our first meeting with Sam, when you were already in the band! Sam told him– shit, Eddie was surprised when he found out! His uncle, Wayne, is obsessed with your dad’s music,” he says, “but Eddie wanted you in the band from the start, without knowing who you were. I mean, we were the skeptic ones, we didn’t want another addition to the band, we thought we were good enough but Eddie convinced us to let you join us the day before we practiced together for the first time and we are pretty fucking happy that he did because you did make the band better and now we have all of this, thanks to you! You mean a lot to all of us, you’re not just a friend, you’re family, y/n.”

Family. You’ve lost family before and despite the anger that you were feeling since yesterday, despite wanting nothing more than to disappear, you don’t want to leave this family even if that would be best for you.

“But you don’t hurt your family,” you mumble, playing with your fingers as you look away from him.

Jeff looks at you with sadness and regret in his eyes. He had enough chances to tell you about Chrissy and yet he kept it from you just the way Eddie did.

“I’m really sorry. I wanted to tell you but I’ve had faith in Eddie,” he mumbles regretfully, “that was dumb.”

You snort at his words, “yes it was.”

“I get if you wanna keep your distance from us but uh just know that we all care a lot about you. He does too, even if you don’t believe it.”

You look back at him with an irritated look in your eyes, “how can I? He knew what would happen, he led me on all this time. If he cared about me, he wouldn’t have done this to me. He wouldn’t keep his girlfriend a secret and lead me on all these months!”

“He is not happy with her–”

You scoff, shaking your head. You clench your jaw, the anger inside of you coming back at his words.

“Oh, so he used me to make himself feel better–”

“No–”

“Yes! If he was so unhappy with her, he could have left her but he didn’t and he is still with her even after everything so don’t sit here and tell me that he cares about me because he doesn’t. He never cared about me, he never wanted me, he never had any fucking feelings for me. I was nothing but a fucking placeholder– the moment she was back, he spent the night with her, would someone who cares about me do that?”

Jeff sighs sadly, looking down with the same guilt as before in his eyes as he shakes his head slowly, unable to look into your glassy eyes.

“Right,” you scoff angrily, “I’m so fucking stupid, I’m such a fool,” you laugh, shaking your head.

“You weren’t stupid and you’re not a fool, y/n. Please don’t say that.”

Your head snaps up at the sound of Gareth’s voice, his eyes are filled with just as much guilt as in Jeff’s eyes.

You rise to your feet and take a deep breath as you look up at the ceiling, “yes, I am,” you mumble, “I’m a fucking fool for believing that I could have something for myself for once. I-I thought that I could have this and him and I thought that we,” you pause as you gesture between the three of you, “I thought we were friends, I thought we were a family but you all lied to me, you all watched him using me and you said fucking nothing! You could have told me from the start–”

“We are a family!” Gareth says as he steps towards you, “he wasn’t using you!”

“He has a fucking girlfriend, Gareth!” you say angrily as tears of frustration build up in your eyes.

“She’s a bitch!” Gareth exclaims, throwing his hands up, “no one fucking likes her– Eddie doesn’t even like her anymore, she’s the whole fucking reason why he wanted to leave Hawkins in the first place.”

You scrunch your face up at his words, “what?”

“Gareth,” Jeff sighs, rolling his eyes.

“She kept hurting him and wanted things from him that he couldn’t give her, she wants a life that he doesn’t even want.”

You blink in disbelief, crossing your arms over your chest, you shake your head.

“Yet he is still with her!”

“Because he is a fucking coward, he doesn’t know how to break things off with her even after she cheated on him.”

“What?” you ask, eyes widening in shock.

“She cheated on him with Jason– her ex boyfriend, who by the way always had it out for Eddie.”

You tense up at his words, staring at him for a moment.

She cheated on him and he stayed with her.

She cheated on him and he forgave her.

You raise your eyebrows as you piece everything together.

Eddie never told you anything about her, he hid his relationship from you. He lied to you about his phone call with her. He made the first moves, he was the one who initiated the affection on stage, he was the one who picked out the cover photo for the album, he was the one who touched you affectionately in public and eventually, he kissed you and touched you in ways he shouldn’t have.

He did it because he knew she would see it all.

He did it to get back at her.

He did it to hurt her the way she hurt him.

He did it to get even.

He used you and no one can convince you otherwise.

Your silence and the hurt look on your face makes Gareth regret his words, he stares at you in concern, just the way Jeff does.

So, maybe he didn’t use you for the music or for the band but he used you for something entirely else, something that hurts so much more.

You hear his footsteps as he joins you all on the bus, he approaches you carefully, a soft look in his eyes as they fall on you. You raise your head, looking at him with tears in your eyes, again. God, you’re already sick of crying.

The sadness in his eyes and the expression of heartbreak on his face isn’t making this any easier for you. To look at him hurts you even more. To look into those brown eyes and not feel your heart hurting will be impossible. Loving him came so easy to you. This love was something that you have always dreamed about, that you have always hoped for and when you finally had it, you actually felt like you were in a dream but now you have woken up to a nightmare and a future filled with nothing but pain and heartache.

Eddie sees the pain and the tears in your eyes, a knowing look residing in those sad eyes of yours. Gareth shifts uncomfortably and Jeff avoids looking at him.

What did they tell you?

He tilts his head a little, the urge to walk over to you and pull you into his arms is strong.

You shake your head, quickly wiping away a fallen tear, you put on a brave face, not wanting anyone to see how hurt you really are.

“Just leave me alone, all of you. It’s bad enough that I’m stuck here with you until the end of the tour,” you mumble in anger, “I don’t want to hear any of your bullshit lies anymore. You got your fucking tour, your fame, your money, you got everything you wanted– you’re fucking welcome for that, assholes.”

“Great job, man,” Jeff mumbles as he watches you walk away.

“Shit,” Gareth mutters under his breath.

“W-What happened?” Eddie asks, nervously, eyes darting.

“She thinks you’re using her,” Jeff says before he looks back to Gareth, “and this dumbass here, told her that Chrissy cheated on you, thinking that he’s helping but I’m guessing it gives her all the more reasons to think that you’ve been using her considering you’re still with her,” Jeff mumbles, glaring at his friends.

Fuck.

Eddie takes in a sharp breath at his words.

This just keeps getting messier and the more you find out, the more he feels like he will never be able to fix things with you. It took a lot for him to even gain your trust but you gave him your all. You gave him your trust, you gave him your love, you gave him your heart, you gave him pieces of you that no one has ever even come close to getting.

He was the first one to ever make you feel like you could let yourself fall, like you could trust him wholeheartedly.

For the first time in your life, you thought that you could be genuinely happy, you thought that he would be the one to protect you, to take care of you, to love you, to stay.

You trusted him blindly and gave him your heart.

And now you were left empty and broken.

How will you ever make it through this tour when you have to be around the one that hurt you so badly?

How will you ever make it through this Christmas with a broken heart and so much pain in your soul?

Indianapolis was only a two hours drive away from your last destination, something you felt very grateful for. Being on this tour bus made you feel worse and worse the more time has passed since you got back on it.

You were excited to check into your new hotel room and be all by yourself but Rob had different plans, convincing you to join him and the guys for dinner. You didn’t want to be around them longer than necessary but saying no to him made you feel guilty. He did nothing but show you kindness and has taken over Sam’s overprotective nature.

The feeling of Eddie’s eyes on you made your skin crawl, he kept trying to get your attention, looking at you with those big puppy eyes that you so easily fell in love with and every time you looked into his eyes, you had to force yourself to look away.

You zoned out of most of the conversations. Not wanting to be a part of any of them, not wanting to talk to Eddie or the others.

But as they switched the topic to Christmas, your ears perked up as they all spoke of the traditions in their family.

Eddie was quiet and so were you.

There are no Christmas traditions for you. A holiday that you used to love was just tainted now, every year you had to be reminded of the awful day you’ve found your dad lying on the bathroom floor with no life left in him.

You just want this holiday to pass quickly, you’re gonna spend it in some motel room in Hawkins.

Hawkins.

You were excited to see where it all started for the guys, you were excited to meet Eddie’s uncle and his friends, he talked about them all the time and was excited to introduce you to all of them, he wanted to show you the hideout where they had performed every Tuesday. Was he also excited to introduce you to her?

What was he thinking when he made all those plans with you when he had a girl there waiting for him?

Did he want to introduce you to each other?

Did he plan to humiliate you in front of her and his friends?

Did he want everyone to know what a fool he has made of you?

The anger rises in you quickly and angry tears threaten to spill as you stare down at your lap.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Eddie watches you in concern, your chest is rising up and down heavily, your hands are clenched, fingernails digging into your palms, you look angry and hurt.

“Are you sure you don’t want to fly home for Christmas?” Rob asks you, pulling you out of your thoughts.

For a moment, you just stare into blank space, blinking your tears away before you turn to look at him, ignoring all the worried looks from the others.

You nod.

“Don’t you want to see your friends?”

You shake your head, “no uh– they always spend Christmas with their families so I wouldn’t see them anyways,” you shrug.

And you don’t want them to find out about what happened.

Rob nods, giving you a sad smile.

“I’ll just have an extra long break I guess,” you chuckle, already feeling miserable about spending a week cooped up in some motel room in a small town.

Eddie looks down at his hands.

‘Come home with me.’

He wishes he could say those words to you.

“We can hang out,” Jeff says, giving you a hopeful smile.

“Yeah and you can spend Christmas with us, my mom would love to have you over, she likes you more than me.”

You snort at his words.

You wanna stay mad at him but it’s difficult to do so. Having Gareth in your life feels like having a younger brother– an annoying younger brother but one that you still love and care for no matter what.

Covering for Eddie was so wrong and not telling you the truth was wrong too but judging by the way he talked to Chrissy, you can tell that he doesn’t like her so he really didn’t care about Eddie’s relationship and what would happen to it when she found out about you. Still, it’s wrong.

“Yeah, I wonder why,” you snort.

“Hey!” he gasps.

“I bet she wanted a daughter but got you instead.”

Jeff snorts at your words while Gareth stares at you in shock.

Eddie stares at you, watching as you try to eat some of the fries only to push the plate away from you again after a few bites.

“Are you excited for the concert tomorrow night, Eddie?” Rob asks. He leans back in his chair, bringing his hand up to his face, he strokes his graying beard.

Eddie tears his eyes from you, “huh?”

Rob chuckles, repeating his question, “because of your uncle, you said he’s coming, right?”

Suddenly his eyes widen when he remembers. After all the events from yesterday, he completely forgot that Wayne is coming to the show.

You glance at Eddie and he immediately looks at you.

“Yeah, I’m excited,” he mumbles, gazing into your eyes.

Rob nods, he looks around, eyes moving back and forth between you and Eddie, “you two should get some rest, you both look exhausted. You got two shows here and uh– an appointment.”

At that, everyone turns to look at him with a mixture of a frown and confusion on their faces.

Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, raising his brows in question.

“W-What do you mean?” Gareth laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“You got an interview with the press, they’re just gonna ask a few questions, won’t last longer than an hour,” he explains, trying not to freak anyone out.

“Holy shit,” Jeff mumbles, “we’re famous enough for interviews?”

“Of course we are, man,” Gareth scoffs, flicking his hair.

You roll your eyes.

While they are somehow amused and excited about the news, you are nervous and anxious about it. The press can be harsh, the journalists can be disrespectful and their questions can be downright cruel. You know what kinds of questions they have asked your dad, how awful and mean they could be.

And you can already imagine what kinds of questions they will ask you. They will go easy on the guys but they won’t go easy on you. You are the only woman, surrounded by a bunch of guys, you are a former rockstar’s daughter, a lot of pictures of you and Eddie partying already exist– this is going to be a disaster.

“You’ve got two days to prepare for it, it’s gonna be fine.”

Right.

You’re the first one to leave the diner, pulling the jacket tighter around you as you step out into the cold. Your hands are freezing already and your jacket is surely not made for this weather.

The streets are white, snowflakes are falling from the sky as the wind howls through the trees. You rub your arms, looking up into the night sky, you think back to your younger self and how she always wished for the cold and the snow during Christmas time, your dad would always laugh and shake his head, telling you that you would hate the cold.

He was right.

You hate the cold, it only makes you feel more empty.

“You need a warmer jacket if you wanna survive the cold here.”

You roll your eyes.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re freezing,” Eddie points out as he stops next to you, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it with his red lighter.

You don’t respond to him.

He turns away from you, blowing the smoke into a different direction before he turns back to you. He has been meaning to talk to you about what Gareth told you earlier today but he didn’t know how to approach you or how to start a conversation with you again after what happened at the hotel this morning.

He stares at you, something that would’ve made you blush under different circumstances but now it just irritates you. The smell of his cigarette and his presence is enough to irritate you.

“I’m leaving,” you announce before you walk away from him, hoping that he won’t follow but that would’ve been too easy, you will never be able to shake Eddie Munson off of you again.

“Don’t you want to wait for the others?”

“No.”

Eddie follows you, hurrying to catch up with you.

“Do you think I’ll let you walk back to the hotel by yourself?”

You scoff, "why, are you scared that some other douchebag will try to convince me to join his band?”

Eddie frowns at your words.

“It’s dangerous.”

“Yeah, being around you was dangerous too but I’m still here,” you exclaim with a fake smile as you roll your eyes at him.

He speaks your name softly.

“Just leave me alone, Eddie. I don’t want to talk to you,” you mumble, “and I don’t want to see you either.”

It hurts. It’s his own fault but it still hurts, a lot.

“Please–”

“Jesus, just shut up, Eddie. I don’t want to talk to you!”

The hurt look that flashes in his eyes is almost enough to make you feel guilty so you quickly look back, focusing on the street in front of you instead.

“If you wanna walk with me, at least be quiet.”

He nods.

He stays quiet for the next five minutes. Smoking his cigarette and giving you the silence that you wanted. The only sounds that echo through the big city are the cars that are driving by you, surprisingly enough you don’t see many people around.

You hate the way you still feel so comfortable around him, you hate the way you still long for his touch, you hate the way he makes you feel.

“I know you won’t believe me but I never used you to get back at her if that’s what you’re thinking.”

You tense up at his words but continue to look forward as you keep walking.

“No?”

He shakes his head even though you’re still not looking at him, “no, it was never about that.”

“Then what was it about?” you ask, sighing in relief when you see the hotel you are staying at, you just wanna leave the conversation and him.

“I just wanted you, there was no motive behind it, I just liked you and I wanted you and over time it just turned into something more,” he explains, hoping that this will ease some tension between you.

You halt in your tracks and he does too.

“You lied and you cheated just like she did. If you’re asking me, it’s a match made in heaven,” you mumble as you look down.

“Y/n, please–”

“You are still with her, Eddie. Don’t talk to me about this– this thing that happened between us when you are still with her,” you pause, “it’s not fair.”

“I don’t want to be with her.”

You close your eyes and sigh.

“I’ve felt that way for a long time now–”

“Then why didn’t you break up with her?”

“I wanted but when I got back to my room, she was already gone–”

You look up at him, “no, why didn’t you break up with her earlier if you didn’t want to be with her anymore?”

He blinks, sadness flashing in his eyes when he sees the tears in your eyes, “because I was a fool, I didn’t know how, she’s so far away, I didn’t want to do it on the phone, I didn’t want to be an asshole and hurt her.”

Your heart aches at his words. He looks into your eyes so deeply. How can you not get emotional when he does that?

“If you wanted to leave her so badly, if you wanted to break things off with her then why did you kiss her, why did you sleep with her again, why did you do all that with her in front of me? I-If I was in your situation and I would’ve still been with that other person for whatever reason and they came to see me after I’ve just spend months kissing and touching you, after I’ve just kissed you moments ago, I would have never touched them again, I would have never kissed them again, I would have never done what you did,” you voice cracks and tears fall from your eyes once again today, “I would’ve never done this to you, Eddie.”

Despite what you believe, it hurts him so much to see you like that, to see you suffer as much as you do because of him.

He wants nothing more than to wipe your tears away and pull you into his arms and never let you go.

But he stands frozen in place, he doesn’t speak up, he doesn’t tell you that he didn’t sleep with her, that he didn’t kiss her.

“It hurts so much, Eddie,” you whisper, “you hurt me so much and I never thought that you would do this, I thought that you would keep me safe.”

Tears blur his vision, the weight of your words lie heavy on his heart.

“I hate this feeling and I hate that it was you who put me here and I hate that I still want you.”

His eyes widen at your words. Despite the tone you used and the look of anger in your eyes when you said that to him, he still feels his heart fluttering.

You are angry and sad but he doesn’t know which emotion is stronger right now.

“I want you too,” he whispers, taking a step towards you but still keeping some distance, scared to make you uncomfortable, “I never wanted anyone the way I want you, y/n.”

You roll your eyes and turn away from him, wrapping your arms around yourself, you bite down on your lip as you try to blink the tears away; already feeling sick of crying.

“Stop bullshitting me.”

Eddie feels hopeless. He knows you won’t believe him, he can tell you anything to try and make you believe his words but it won’t change anything. It’s over. You have built your walls up again, higher than they were before. You might be vulnerable now and show him the pain that he has caused but it’s different now than how it was before.

“I’m not– I’m not bullshitting you,” he sighs. He looks at you through his bangs as he plays with the rings on his fingers, “what can I do to make you believe me?”

“Nothing,” you scoff, “I just want you to leave me alone, Eddie. I’ll stay.. for now, I won’t change anything about our performances, I’ll pretend to be your friend in front of the press and the fans, I don’t want any drama but just give me space.”

How you went from being his friend to pretending to be his friend pains him more than anything.

He looks down, unable to look into your angry eyes any longer, “okay,” he whispers as he keeps looking at the snowy ground.

You sniffle, mumbling some coherent words under your breath before you leave him standing there.

He finally looks up, watching as you walk into the hotel with your head down.

He smokes another cigarette before he walks in after you.

Tonight will be the first night in months that he will sleep alone, without you there, without you in his arms.

It will be a sleepless and awful night, not just for him, for you too.

You place your hand on your stomach, feeling sick at the thought of what he did with her after being with you. You weren’t sure whether he had sex with her last night or not but his silence confirmed it.

He slept with her, he kissed her, he held her in his arms while you cried your eyes out. The thought makes your heart hurt even more, how little he cares about you when you thought that you had meant something to him.

You sit in front of the vanity, looking into the mirror, ignoring the tired look on your face as you touch up your makeup.

The smell of hairspray and perfume lingers in the room.

The sound of music and the sound crew rushing outside of the room makes the room feel less silent.

Usually, Eddie would be here with you, peppering kisses along your neck as you’d get ready for the show but he isn’t here with you and he never will be again; not after everything that happened.

The mixture of sadness and anger lies heavy in your heart but what overweighs it all is the pain, the kind that you have gotten to know for the very first time. Getting your heart broken by someone you fell so deeply in love with hurts more than you imagined.

You don’t know what to do with yourself.

On one hand, you want nothing more than to break down again, cry yourself to sleep and never leave your room again but on the other hand, you want nothing more than to get revenge, make him and the others regret for using you and hurting you like that.

Sighing, you place the lipstick on the table and run your fingers through your hair before you get up, checking yourself and the outfit you picked out one more time. You smoothe the skirt down and fix the tights, pulling your necklace out from beneath your shirt.

You eye the bottle of whiskey on the table behind you, contemplating on having another drink before the show but deciding against it in the end.

Leaving the room, you suddenly feel your heart pounding in your chest. Feeling slightly overwhelmed by the stress that occurs before each concert– you never really paid attention to it, always too focused on him and your nervous state to notice anything else around you.

Someone brushes past you, mumbling out an apology as they carry a box in their hand. You find Rob talking to the stage manager, smiling a little too widely at her words. You smile a little. In all this time you have never seen him flirting or showing interest in anyone.

She touches his arm, laughing at something he said. Rob’s eyes light up.

You don't see the way someone is staring at you, you don't feel the pair- two pairs of eyes on you.

"Wow," Steve mumbles, cutting Eddie off mid speech, who looks at him in confusion before he turns to look at what he is staring.

Yeah, wow. That's what he feels like whenever he sees you.

"She's so pretty- no fuck, she is perfect," Steve blushes, taking in the sight of you.

Eddie doesn't like the way his friend is staring at you but he nods, "yeah, she is."

"Is she single?"

"Dude," Eddie grumbles.

"What? If she's single, I might as well shoot my shot, I got nothing to lose," Steve snorts, not noticing the disapproving look on his friend's face.

"Not happening."

"Why not?" he asks, eyes flashing with curiosity.

Eddie's composure falters a little, "because she's... because she is my-"

Steve raises his brows.

"Friend, because she is my friend," Eddie mumbles, speaking the word with such distaste. He doesn't want you to be his friend, he wants you to be more than that.

"Eddie."

At the sound of your voice, both men turn to look at you. Eddie watches as you eye Steve with a smile on your face.

"Who's this pretty boy?" you question even though you are fully aware of who he is.

While Steve's eyes widen and his eyes light up, Eddie stares at you, feeling irritated. He can see the look of mischief in your eyes. You tilt your head, giving him a fake smile before you turn back to Steve.

His brown eyes are warm, soft, pretty– he is pretty, even prettier in person.

He licks his lips, smirking when he notices you checking him out.

"I'm Steve."

"And I'm y/n," you smile as you hold your hand out for him. He takes it with a smile on his face, shaking it. He lets his fingers linger on your skin for a moment before he pulls his hand back again.

Eddie frowns at the eye contact.

You raise your brows in surprise, “I didn’t know you invited your friend, I thought your uncle was coming?”

Eddie looks down, “he couldn’t make it so Steve came.”

"Oh- well, I'm happy to finally meet you."

"Likewise, Eddie told me a lot about you."

Eddie watches the way your smile falters a little, eyes flashing with hurt, something that doesn't go unnoticed by Steve.

“Well, he talks a lot about you too,” you say, flashing Eddie a smile as well. You might be very hurt and mad but you don’t want to make his friend uncomfortable. It’s bad enough that Rob has witnessed what went down between the two of you, you don’t need anyone else to find out– for all you know, he thinks that you are nothing more than friends.

Eddie is surprised by the way you can act as though nothing ever happened when you undoubtedly cried in the changing room before you came out here.

“Good things, I hope?” Steve questions, smiling nervously as he looks over at his friend.

You chuckle as you look back at him, “oh for sure, Stevie.”

Steve raises his eyebrows at you, smirking once again.

He is amused unlike Eddie, who looks bitter and mad at your interaction with his friend.

“I actually named my car Stevie.”

“Oh, is that so?”

You nod, “mhmm, she’s a beauty.”

“I bet,” Steve mumbles, eying you up and down, not noticing the glare that he is receiving from his friend, “just like her owner.”

You roll your eyes playfully and giggle.

Eddie sighs in annoyance, shaking his head as he looks away with a frown on his face, “I’ll be right back,” he mumbles before he makes his way towards Rob.

Steve places his palm against the wall as he leans closer to you. He watches Eddie walk away but turning around to take another look at you, the sadness and the jealousy is hard to miss, it confuses him a little, Eddie has a girlfriend.

“So do you like any of our songs or are you just here to support Eddie?”

“Uh, of course!” Steve exclaims, “been listening to the album on repeat. You’ve made the band into something else! They also play it on the radio a lot.”

He leans closer, looking down at you with a smile on his face, “and don’t tell Eddie but I actually only started liking the band since you joined.”

You giggle, “oh?”

“Wasn’t really my type of music,” he shrugs, “but your songs and you? I could listen to you all day.”

Oh, wow.

Eddie wasn’t lying when he told you that Steve was a flirt and it was never hard for him to pull girls left and right. Not only is he gorgeous and sweet, he also knows how to flirt with just his eyes.

“You could, huh?”

He nods, “yeah,” he murmurs, eyes flickering down to your lips, “you have the prettiest voice and you’re pretty– even prettier in person.”

You can’t even help but chuckle at his words. He has only known you for a few minutes and he is already giving his all to get into your pants.

“You’re bad, Steve.”

“Mhmm,” he smirks, watching the way, your eyes dart between his eyes and his lips, “so are you.”

“No, I’m not.” You bat your eyelashes at him, “if I was bad, I’d ask you to stick around after the show so I could fuck you on the tour bus like the others do with the groupies,” you shrug.

Surprised by your bluntness, he laughs.

“And you wouldn’t do that, would you?”

You shake your head, giving him an innocent smile, “no, I wouldn’t. I don't do such things.”

“Well, that's too bad. I’m still going to stick around, honey.”

You bite your lip, trying to contain the smirk.

"For Eddie?" you smirk.

He shakes his head as he eyes your lips.

“You wanna be a groupie, Steve?”

“And so what if I do?” he asks, stepping even closer to you.

You smell his cologne, his aftershave and a hint of spearmint. You let your eyes roam, eyeing his hands, the muscles that he is hiding under his shirt– god, this man is hot, not like Eddie but still hot.

“You don’t even know me.”

“We’ll get to know each other,” he shrugs.

You giggle, “you wanna play 21 questions while you take my clothes off?”

His eyes darken at your words, a low chuckle leaving his lips.

“I’d be open to it.”

“Well,” you whisper as you look up at him, “then stick around, honey,” you say as you place your hand on his chest, letting your fingers linger on his necklace.

His eyes light up at your words.

“You ever been with a rockstar before?” you ask with a smirk on your face.

“No but I always wanted to.”

“Well, you might get lucky tonight," you say, smirking at the excited look in his eyes, "I mean there's a few rockstars tonight, most of the guys in the band are still single you know? There's also an opening act with a very hot drummer. You can live the groupie life tonight, Steve," you whisper in his ear before you walk off.

He suddenly grows red, blushing at your teasing but he chuckles when you turn around to wink at him.

And while Steve feels nothing but excitement. Eddie feels anger like he has never felt before, his eyes are filled with rage and his hands are clenched into fists as he watches you flirt with his friend.

He wonders if you are doing it to spite him, to hurt him the way he hurt you or if you are doing it because you are genuinely interested in Steve. In all this time, you have been on tour, you haven’t flirted with anyone other than him– well, you kissed a fan but that was one time. You never actually took anyone on the tour bus or back to the hotel with you, like Gareth but something tells him that that will change tonight and the thought of it, makes him jealous and miserable.

The thought of another man touching you makes him feel sick. He should be the one, not Steve, not anyone else.

Yet, he can’t do anything about it.

He can’t do anything about the gazes between the two of you during the concert.

He can’t do anything about the way you keep flirting with each other afterwards.

He can’t stop you from showing interest in somebody else, you aren’t his and yet it hurts so horribly.

At the afterparty, he quickly finds himself regretting even attending. He watches you flirt with his friend, not even sparing him a single glance. You laugh and smile at anything he says, letting him touch your thigh and brush your hair back to whisper in your ear.

It hurts.

It hurts to see you like that with someone else.

It hurts to watch you touching someone else, knowing that it was him that you had touched not even a week back.

All sorts of emotions rush through him but especially jealousy. He feels miserable. His friends are all having fun, while he sits in a corner, sipping on his whiskey before he finally calls it a night and hides away in his hotel room, thinking about you while you are not thinking about him at all.

While Eddie feels the pain of losing you, you forget all about it.

You forget about the pain and the heartache for a moment, your mind is elsewhere as you let Steve– who is technically a stranger, touch your bare body with his hands.

You let him kiss you, you let him mark you up, you let him taste you, you let him fuck you.

And he does it rather disrespectfully to your surprise. Filthy words fall from his lips as he fucks you into the mattress, making you whimper and moan his name, chanting it like a prayer.

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby,” he moans, slapping your ass roughly, earning another loud moan from you.

“So perfect,” he grunts as he feels you squeezing around him, “so fucking tight and wet for me.”

“S-Steve….” you whimper.

Tears run down your cheek, your lips are wet and parted, gasps and moans falling from them as you feel his big cock pounding into you.

He pulls out, slapping your ass one more time, he chuckles darkly as you whine, he flips you over on your back, grabbing your legs to wrap them around his waist. His forehead is sweaty, eyes dark, a few strands of his hair fall in front of his eyes, “didn’t think you’d be so submissive, pretty girl,”

Something inside of you snaps at his comment, you easily flip him over, surprising both him and yourself by your strength. He gasps as you sink down on his dick and moan into his neck.

He grabs your waist tightly and whimpers, “oh fuck…. oh baby, I’m not gonna–” he pauses, moaning even louder than before when he feels you clenching around him, “not gonna last… long, fuck.”

You kiss his neck, reaching for his hair to tug at it, “didn’t think you’d be so submissive, pretty boy,” you tease him.

He grabs your neck and pulls you back so he can see your face, smirking when you another loud gasp leaves your lips as he starts to fuck into you from beneath, “i’m still the one in charge, honey.”

You quickly lose your composure again, clinging to him as you feel him hitting every right spot.

“Oh…. n-no problem….” you whimper, “you’re so big…Steve..”.

He smashes his lips against yours, kissing you roughly as you start riding him. He savors the kiss, he savors the touch, he savors the feeling of your skin against his. He fucks you roughly but he touches you gently.

He kisses you passionately, he kisses you as though you are his, as though he has known you for a long time, as though you didn’t just meet, as though you aren’t strangers.

And he makes you forget, even if just for a moment, he makes you forget about all the pain Eddie has caused, he makes you forget about the damage that Eddie has done to your heart, he makes you forget about the betrayal that you feel so deep in your soul. He makes you forget about everything.

He might have saved you from numbing your pain with something else.

And while you don’t think about him, he thinks about you, all night.

He lies awake and misses the feeling of you in his arms. He misses the feeling of your touch. He misses the feeling of your lips on his neck and on his lips. He misses you so badly.

He wonders if you miss him too.

But when he leaves his room the next morning and he sees you leaving yours, he quickly realizes that you’re not alone and that you never missed him.

Your gasp echoes through the empty hallway as Steve smacks your ass and pulls you back into his chest to kiss your neck, you giggle and lean into his touch the way you would do with him.

Eddie’s heart stops beating for a moment and he watches the scene unfold with a shocked and hurt expression on his face. His lips part in surprise, a frown appears on his face.

Jealousy, anger and sadness rush through him.

But also the feeling of betrayal.

Was it so easy for you to move on?

You have just been in his arms two days ago and now you were in another man’s arms, in his friend’s arms. Somehow, this hurts more than when his girlfriend betrayed him.

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ashwhowrites · 2 years

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eddie x cheerleader

they had a fight , eddie cant focus so he canceled hellfire

he still stays after school so he can watch her performance

he sees her smile is so fake

and even while shes performing he sees tears dripping out of her eyes

so he starts crying too

but once shes done performing , he follows her and gets on his knees and apologizes

Hopefully this is what you were looking for!

Angst with a happy ending :)

I LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUT

Eddie Munson had his beliefs and refused to change them. He was stubborn and hard headed. Quick to be defensive and claim he is always right. Even if that meant putting his pride in front of his relationship with his girlfriend.

"Eddie it's just this is my last performance of the season and you haven't been to a single one since we got together. I know you hate sports, the jocks, and the atmosphere but can't you do it for me, just this once?"

The same argument again. The couple have been fighting about Eddie going to one performance, just one, before her cheerleading season ended. Always hurting when all the cheerleaders smiled at their boyfriends who watched in the crowd, Y/N wanted that. She wanted to feel supported too.

"I don't get why we have to fight about this. I told you I hate being around those people. And I have hellfire tonight, I can't just cancel that for your dance." He scoffed, arms crossing in a defensive manner. Arguing quietly in the hallway while the rest of the school was in class or the lunch room.

"it's not a dance! It's a performance, which you wouldn't know since you never bother to come." She spat, her own arms crossing in front of her. "look I get it, the jocks are assholes and treat you like crap. But I've been doing my best to make them leave you alone. All the girls on my team adore us because you make me happy. They even ask for you to come. Do you know how embarrassing it is to watch every boyfriend in the crowd cheering for them? They all have someone to look for in the crowd, someone to smile at and run to when the game is done? I have no one out there Eddie! I'm the only one left on the court once we are done." She explained, trying her hardest to keep her tears in her eyes. She could not ruin the make up she spent hours doing for her last performance.

"oh now you are being dramatic, not every girl on that team has a boyfriend sitting there." He tried to defend, ignoring the pain in his chest imagining her standing there alone, wishing for him to just be there.

But Eddie could not go against everything he believed in. He already was a hypocrite for dating a cheerleader, he couldn't break down his pride even more. Not when he preached to his sheep about the venom of popularity.

"I don't even know why I still try. Enjoy your club asshole, I'll find a ride with Chrissy." She spat, ponytail harshly swinging as she marched past him, a shove in his shoulder. Not a single word she said went through his brain, just right out of his ears. Too stubborn to even be there for her. Maybe she just needs to pull the plug on them? Was the disappointment worth it every time?

Eddie sat at the lunch table, hearing the boys talk about how excited they are for the campaign, Eddie couldn't match the atmosphere.

He felt so fucking bad. The way she looked like she was going to cry when she walked past him was stuck in his head. He tried to shrug it off, focus on the campaign at hand.

He couldn't, he cancelled hellfire the second all the boys walked in.

"I just don't have it in me." He sighed as he sat at his throne.

The boys watched their leader placing his head in his hand, obviously in distress.

"that's fine Eddie. Take the time you need. We'll just go watch the game? Lucas is playing! Plus it's Y/N's final game." Dustin said excitedly, he's secretly been dying to watch her perform, hellfire always landed the same days as games so he never got to see her.

When Eddie first dated her, Dustin was the most supportive. He didn't give a shit if Eddie liked a cheerleader after all the talk he preached. She was different, it was easy to tell.

Eddie's head snapped up at her name.

"you want to watch my girlfriend?" Eddie questioned.

"duh! I've been dying to see the routines she's made. They sound totally badass but it's always the same as hellfire nights so I never got to go." Dustin shrugged. Having no idea his words were stabbing Eddie even deeper in his heart.

The boys raced out of the room, heading to the gym to catch the game and apparently Y/N's performance.

Eddie truly was the only one who still held on to his words of the popular world. His club didn't even give a shit he was dating a cheerleader, all excited to watch her perform. Now he felt like even more of an ass. Simply refusing to watch her because he was scared of what his club would think of him for going back on his words. An excuse that had no truth behind it.

The boys found the only open spot on the bleachers, quickly filling it with their bodies.

Mike, Gareth, and Jeff quickly searching for Lucas but Dustin was searching for Y/N.

A huge smile on his face when she spotted her stretching, head down not bothering to look at the crowd. Dustin waited for her to look up just once so he could wave, but she never did.

By the time Eddie quit his pity party he got up, collecting his backup and walking to the gym. He walked in the doorway, searching for an open seat but the gym was packed completely. He sighed and leaned against the wall. Maybe if he was a good boyfriend and showed up on time, he'd have a seat.

Eddie realized he was catching the end of the game. The cheerleaders were finishing their last routine. Eddie felt even more like shit, he missed the whole thing except for the final damn flip. Truly never once seeing his girlfriend do something she loved. He watched her closely, a smile of hers usually fixed everything. But the smile she had wasn't real, it looked fake and painful. He could see her blinking rapidly, a sign she was holding back tears. Eddie found himself blinking just as fast. Trying to ignore the burn in his throat.

He stood against the wall for the next ten minutes of what was left of the game. Once he heard the final buzzer go off, he watched as everyone cheered. Lucas was thrown in the air by the team. Eddie felt himself smile at one of his sheep getting supported, maybe the jocks weren't that horrible.

His smile quickly fell when the basketball team moved over, now seeing his girlfriend packing up her bag, alone. Eddie looked to the bleachers to see, in fact, every single cheerleader kissing their boyfriends. His shoulders somehow slumped even more, she wasn't lying. She was the only one on the team who had no one to congratulate her.

Eddie for once decided his pride wasn't worth it. He dropped his backpack on the floor, gathering as much courage as his pathetic body could manage. He went to move but stopped when he saw Dustin running to her. Hugging her from behind. He laughed a little as she jumped and screamed. "That fucker and his little crush."

Feeling arms wrapped around her was the last thing she expected. She jumped and screamed as she turned around.

"OMG DUSTIN!" she screamed trapping him in a bear hug. Dustin didn't even care that she was sweaty, hugging her tighter as she hugged him harder.

She looked over Dustin's shoulder to see the rest of hellfire behind him with big smiles.

"holy shit. What are you guys doing here?" She was confused, the campaign in no way could have been finished. Eddie kept them for hours in that room.

She couldn't wipe the smile off of her face though. Her heart is warming, she had people in the crowd that came to see her.

"Eddie was in a bad mood so he cancelled, so Dustin of course said we needed to come watch Lucas but I think he wanted to see you more." Mike joked.

Y/N laughed as Dustin's cheeks flared red.

"that's adorable." She squealed kissing his cheek. His face turned even redder, completely burning.

Y/N wishes that the good feeling lasted a bit longer, because now she realized, hellfire was cancelled, the boys were here, and Eddie wasn't with them.

Dustin knew once he saw the look in her eyes change what she was thinking.

"I think he went to the bathroom." Dustin quickly lied, not wanting to hurt her more with the truth that her boyfriend never showed up.

She nodded fast, not believing a word Dustin said. She knew Eddie, and Eddie did not show up.

"well I have to go change and head home with Chrissy. Thank you guys for coming. It means a lot." She cried happily, throwing them in a group hug. Waving goodbye as she walked to the locker room.

Dustin was racing out of the gym, marching to the parking lot for a specific van.

"did she ask?" Dustin jumped hearing a voice behind him, turning around to see Eddie against the school wall smoking a cigarette.

Dustin marched up and threw it on the ground.

"seriously Eddie? You are out here smoking instead of being with her?"

"I know okay? I was going to go but once I saw how happy she was when you all were there, I feel like I didn't deserve to ruin her moment."

"Eddie you wouldn't have ruined it. You would have made it better. She wanted you there. Now forget your goddamn stupid pride for one second, take out your balls, and make it up to your hot girlfriend that is way out of your league!" Dustin demanded his finger smashing right into Eddie's chest.

If Dustin wasn't saying something so true, Eddie might just have kicked his freshmen ass for talking to him that way.

But he was right, so Eddie nodded and turned to walk back into the school. His backpack was still in the gym so he walked to grab it. Stopping in his place when he saw Y/N searching the gym floor in a panic.

Eddie walked up behind her, the floor creaking underneath his sneakers.

"Chrissy did you find it? I need to find that ring. Eddie is going to kill me." She panicked, searching under every chair.

"I don't think he'd kill you. He definitely deserves to be killed though" He said. Watching her body freeze as she turned to see him standing there.

She stood up fast, dusting off her skirt. She never got to change, once she made it to the locker room she realized the necklace she wore with Eddie's ring on it was gone. The necklace she wore to every game underneath her uniform, just to have him there somewhere.

"I didn't mean to lose it." She panicked

"I don't even know which ring you are talking about. I promise it's not that big of a deal." He tried to make her feel better.

"NO IT IS A BIG DEAL. It's the only thing I have to pretend you are here with me and I need to find it " she demanded, back on her knees searching the floor.

Eddie couldn't believe how much harder each blow got in his gut. It was like watching a bomb destroy every building one by one. He was watching her fall apart more and more, all because of his pride.

He kneeled to the floor in front of her, grabbing her hands to stop her searching.

"I'm here now." He tried

She yanked her hands free

"doesn't matter now Eddie. I'm graduating and will never cheer again. At least now you won't have to listen to me fight to get you here "

He deserved that, he knew he did.

"I'm really fucking sorry." He whispered, sitting across from her.

"whatever Eddie." She said, following his actions. Sitting with her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms tightly against her legs.

"no I mean it. I have been the most shitty boyfriend ever. Hellfire should never have come before you. My pride should have never been more important than you. I fucked up and I fucked up bad, I know that. The second the boys all cheered I cancelled hellfire and went to the game, I realized I was the only one stuck on my words. None of them cared I fell in love with you. They didn't care if you were a cheerleader and that I was a huge hypocrite. It was all in my head. And I should have been here to be there for you. You deserved to feel as special as you did tonight at every game. I made it to the end. I know that doesn't count for anything. But I am so happy my boys were there for you, when I was too proud to be. I don't even deserve you to even think of keeping me around. You should honestly dump me in the most cruel way possible. Slash my tires or something." He joked, smiling on the inside when she laughed, wiping the tears that were falling down her eyes

"but if for some reason you are just as dumb as me, and still allow me to be around you. I would really love to make this up to you." He finished, hand searching for hers once again. This time she didn't move it away.

"I might just be even more dumber than you are because I love you too." She joked, pushing her shoulder against his. He laughed with her, wiping his own tears.

"doesn't mean I forgive you though. You made me feel really shitty and I need some action to back up your words."

"absolutely baby. I totally understand." He said. Relief filling his body, he has one more chance.

"if you are up for it, I have the rest of my night open. Why don't you perform every single routine you came up with for me?" He offered.

A huge smile stretched on her face

"you really want to sit here as I do over like 15 routines?" She laughed

"as long as you keep the outfit on." He winked. Another smack to his shoulder but the way she smiled warmed his heart.

He has a chance to fix it, and he wasn't going to ruin that.

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sunny44 · 1 year

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Baby Sainz

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x wife!reader

Warnings: none I guess.

Summary: Y/n and Carlos are more than happy with their happy marriage and their baby girl.

Previous Chapter

Y/n’s POV

I woke up to the sound of laughter and smiled to myself as I knew what it was, I looked over to see Carlos and our daughter in the armchair in our bedroom, she was lying on his lap with him making faces and she was laughing at him making him laugh along with her.

"I'm jealous." I said to him who looked at me smiling and Evie started looking for me since she heard my voice.

"Good morning love." He gets up coming with her to me and as soon as she sees me she starts moving on his lap. "Ok,ok I know you're hungry."

"Good morning princess." I kissed her forehead and lifted my blouse and she began to eat.

"Good old days when I was the only one who did that.”

"Carlos." I scolded him, laughing.

"I'm serious, now I have to share."

"Stop being silly and lay down here with us." I patted his side of the bed and he sat up. "What time do we have to leave for the track?"

"Are you sure you want to go? I know you're excited to see the race but do you think we should take her along?"

"I'll stay the whole time in your garage and we'll watch the race from there, you don't have to worry about her." He agrees. "Unless you don't think it's a good idea to take her or you think it's not the right time for them to know that she exists."

"It's not that it's just that she's so small and fragile that I'm afraid something will happen to her and about them knowing she exists that's going to happen one time or another so I'd rather they know for us than for some paparazzi’s." He says running his hand through her little hair. "But I know you will take good care of her."

"I will." He smiles and gives me a kiss getting up and going to get ready.

I had already left all her things ready yesterday and already in the car so I just needed to get ready and change her.

Actually my pregnancy was very peaceful until the time of the delivery where I never felt so much pain in my life. Evie was already 6 months old now and besides being her daddy's copy she was for sure daddy's little girl.

She hear his voice and starts screaming of happiness until he shows up and takes her in his arms and Carlos was so much in love with her that even without knowing she already had him in the palm of her hand.

"You go get ready and I'll put the clothes on her."

"I left her clothes separate in the bedroom." He agrees and leaves.

I know he would love the clothes I chose so I just waited until he came back with them. The race was again in Spain and it was hot so I took cool clothes or we would be hot.

"I can't believe it, how did you find these?" He already walks in smiling with a giggling Evie dressed in a bodysuit full of chillys’s.

"I knew you'd like it."

"I didn't like it, I loved it." He says patting her and she giggles.

"Daddy chilly and baby chilly."

"Don't call me daddy."

"Why not?"

"Because it makes me imagine things of which we cannot do in her presence and which would surely result in another baby chilly." I laughed and kissed him. "Can we go?"

"Yep."

We went to the car and after checking to see if we had everything we left in the direction of the circuit.

When we arrived I went down first so I could put her in the stroller and cover her before the people saw that he had arrived, after I got her sleeping inside I pulled the roof off the stroller and put a blanket over her so no one could see her little face and then Carlos went down and got Evie's bags and we started walking into the paddock.

I could already hear the murmuring as they saw me again pushing a stroller and along came Carlos with two golden bags, one on his arm and the other in his hand.

"Hey where's my best friend?" I hear Charles' voice and turn to him.

"She's in here sleeping." He lifts a little off the deck and I hear him talking to her who giggles a little. "Well since she's not sleeping anymore let's go to the garage and then you can pick her up.”

We go in and Charles picks her up and smiles at the sight of her clothes and starts walking with her through parts of the garage where the media wouldn't be able to see while Carlos and I are talking to the staff.

Soon he shows up with her and as soon as she sees Carlos she begins to reach out to him who takes her on his lap and kisses her forehead and lays on his shoulder.

"She looks a lot like him." Charles says as Carlos pulls away a little.

"Yes she is, she has him in the palm of her hand."

"You can tell, look at that." He’s holding her and pretending to throw her up but not letting go and she laughs along with him.

"I never got a chance to thank you for talking to him that time we fought, it made a lot of difference and it helped a lot."

"No need to thank me, I knew he was screwing up and look at him now." He pointed at the two of them playing together. "I was sure he would regret it if he let his fear speak louder because we both know he's a family guy."

"Yeah." I say watching Evie tug at his hair that swayed her in the air. "I don't even know how I could even consider divorcing him."

"Don't think about it, it didn't happen and it was because it shouldn't happen. Live in the now and enjoy your family."

"Thank you Charlie." I gave his cheek a light squeeze who smiled and walked over to them.

"Is everything okay?" He asks as soon as I get close to them and I smile. “Yeah, everything is perfect."

He gives me a kiss and hands me Evie since he needed to get ready for the race. And in the end Charles was right, I had nothing to worry about.

Bonus scene!

Y/Sainz instagram post

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Y/nSainz a little different weekend for us but a very nice one. Thank you @scuderiaferrari for the amazing weekend but a special thank you for @carlossainz for making sure his girls were having fun, baby Sainz and I had a lot of fun.

See you next time Spanish GP.

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Can you do another sunshine X grumpy trope but the reader is the sunshine and Klaus is the grumpy one? I read your other one and thought it was awesome!!

Your soul is golden

It was unbelievably amusing watching Klaus be dragged around by someone who closely replicated a ball of sunshine.

She was always with him, skipping about while holding his hand and bringing him wherever she went

“come on Nik, there's an icecream shop down the street“ she would cheer while pulling a groaning Klaus out of the abattoir while his siblings hid their smirks and Marcel snickers in the corner.

Klaus would claim he found it annoying from time to time but everyone knew how he loved it. Having someone to bright always loving him no matter what. Someone to turn his horrible day into something fun and worth while.

“Love it’s not been a great day, just go away and come back tomorrow” he grumbled with his face in his pillow

“We don’t have to go out…we can just stay here” she compromised and lead down next to him, running her fingers through his soft hair. She worried for him often, his smile was so rarely on his face and she had never gotten him to properly laugh. His eyes held such sadness, hopelessness and anger. Of course when she looked deeper she could find those rays of happiness, love and his dreams but they were so buried by his fears and vengeance.

She spent most of her time trying to lure and coax who he once was forward. Not that she didn't love him the way he was, she adored him and the way his lips pouted as she frowned. How his eyes would roll whenever someone said something a little too joyful for his liking, when he would growl in annoyance and his eyes would glow golden.

She loved his eyes, blue to gold and back again. How they would become darker when lustful and lighter when she entered the room.

Often he was shameful of his hybrid face. She was so sweet and bubbly, she didn't deserve the monster he was known to be. But then she would have his face in her hands and he couldn't help but lean into her touch. She would give him such a gentle smile

“Nik, your soul is golden, your eyes prove that to me.“ she would tell him as many times as he needed to hear it because she meant it and he slowly began to believe it.

And so seeing him so down once again was disheartening. But she wouldn't let him be alone. He begrudgely turned onto his side to face her, bags hung from his broken eyes. Her thumb stroked over them as she gave him a sad smile

“what happened?“ she whispered

“nothing you should worry about“ he muttered

“I'll always worry for you“ she said with a frown making his heart ache. How he hated when he made her frown, her smile was a gift he knew he never deserved but he had it and it pained him when it left him.

“you mustn't be sad sweetheart, come, we'll go on a walk, aren't you hungry? We can get dinner“ he quickly offered lifting her up and getting off the bed. He was grumpy and moody yes but he never wished that on her. So when she grabbed his hand with watery eyes he felt his heart breaking. Sometimes her light began to burn out, but he would always be their to keep it bright when she needed him to.

His arms circled her gently and held her to him

“I'm sorry“ he whispered and she hid her face in his shirt

“i love you“ she uttered as her hands clutched his sleeve

“i love you too, my little ray of sunshine“ he murmured with a kiss to her head

“what if i didn't shine anymore?“ she asked quietly and he squeezed her lightly

“then i would have to shine for the both of us“ he said pulling back to give her one of those uncommon smiles that instantly brought one to her face

“because your soul is golden“ she whispered and he practically beamed at her

“And if what you say is true then yours is made of the worlds most rarest diamond“ he told her watching her eyes lower to the ground as she blushed. His hand brought her face to his as he pressed his lips to her softly, she smiled into the kiss and her light burned brighter

“Can we still go out for dinner?” She asked and he let out a little laugh

“Of course we can, where would you like to go?” He hummed with his arms now around her waist swaying then both gently

“You pick this time, i chose to get ice cream the other day..i know you don’t really-“

“No love believe me it was the best ice cream i have every experienced, perhaps something just a little more romantic this time?”

“Will we be able to watch the sunset?” She questioned

“I’ll get us a window table” he promised still smiling

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pixlokita · 6 months

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So I know that you wanted to add Cassie to your into the ball pit AU fic, and I had an idea of on how she's going to end up in the past (it's okay if you have another idea/when I mentioned Cassie's dad, I believe he died in the staff meeting massacre/).

*Clears throat*

After the elevator crash, Cassie found herself somewhere else, deep below the cave system she was just at. Bleeding from several places, Cassie tried to not make noise out of fear that thing will find her. That thing. It fooled her into coming here. It fooled her with her friend's voice. Then the real Gregory talks to her, somehow knowing this thing, and just decided to get rid of her! Just like that! Like she was nothing! Why..? Why!? What did she do wrong!? Why did she deserve this!? She was alone; she was scared! All she wanted to do was to be with her friends! Or... whoever they were... All she wanted to do was to go home! Home... A place where she lived... A place where her dad lived... This isn't fair... THIS ISN'T FAIR! WHY!? WHY DID HE GO TO THE DANG PIZZAPLEX AND NEVER COME BACK!? What even happened to the PizzaPlex? What happened to Roxy; What happened to everyone!? Why did she have to lose everyone she loved!? Cassie felt tears form in her eyes as she started sobbing. She never wanted this. She was gonna die here... alone and scared... and she never got to say Roxy goodbye... Those thoughts were interrupted by a voice. "Cassie?" Could it be..? No... "Cassie, are you there?" The voice called out again. Paralyzed from fear, Cassie didn't dare move a muscle. After all, could you blame her? What if that thing was trying to fool her again? Cassie was quickly proven wrong when she saw who it was. It was Roxanne wolf. The greatest, coolest, fastest racer. The one who used to have big, beautiful, honey colored eyes. Her friend. "Roxy! Over here!" Following the voice, the wolf came closer until she was face to face with her superstar... Or, to be honest, what's left of the wolf's face anyway. Roxy asked "Are you okay, Cassie?"... "No... Not really. Everything hurts!" The girl complained. With the adrenaline dying, pain was starting to kick in. Trying to stand up, the girl fell, and Roxy, as if seeing this happening, instantly caught her. "Okay how about this." Cassie listened closely. She was about to do anything just to get out of here. "You be my eyes, and I be your crutch. How does that sound? Then if we find something to help you stand up properly, we'll continue out of here." Cassie thought for a moment. "Deal." And with that, Roxy picked Cassie up and carefully placed her on her back, as to not injure the poor girl further with her broken shell. The duo continued of like that for some time until Cassie saw something. A ball pit. Weird, considering where it's located at, but inside the pulpit was something. A pole! Something to help Cassie walk again! "Roxy, can you move forward a bit? I think I saw something that can help me walk again!" And with that, Roxy moved forward until Cassie told her where to stop. Cassie got off, and on her good leg, hopped to where the ball pit is. Just her luck. The pole was in the middle of the ball pit! Knowing that she can't jump in and retrieve it, Cassie started reaching out to it, trying to reach it but to no avail. At one point she was on her tiptoe trying to grab it. Once she finally reached it, she tried to pull it out but it sank in further, dragging the girl with it. "Roxy! Help! I'm stuck!" The wolf sensing Cassie's destress, tried to help the girl by tugging her good leg to get her out. But it didn't work. Instead Cassie sank deeper. Throughout all off this, a sense of sleep came over Cassie. No! Now's not the time to fall asleep! She needs to get out of her! She tried to fight of the sensation but failed. She felt the world grow fuzzy as her vision did too.

...

"But we can't risk being followed... I'm sorry..."

Her heart sank. What did he mean? Who does he mean by "we"? Why was he sorry? Why was he-

She felt her world crash. Literally.

"Gregory... NO!"

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"NO!"

Cassie woke up in a cold sweat. Not again. Not again! Why did Gregory betray her!? Why did he do that!? Why did- She stopped her train of thought. "Where am I!?" Wasn't she just in the PizzaPlex or something!? How did she end up here!? This looks like something new. Cassie was now very confused. The PizzaPlex was a big mall. This was a small pizzeria. The PizzaPlex was in shambles, with no one allowed inside. This looked brand new and guests packed the place. She looked closely towards the entrance of this mysterious place. It read "Fredbear's Family Diner." No way. Wasn't this Fazbear Entertainment's first pizzeria or something? And wasn't this place closed like what- 50 years ago!?...

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herrscherrofyatta · 2 years

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Let you break my heart again

Tighnari x reader x Albedo

angst, no gender/pronouns are used to describe reader (if there is one I probably missed it!!), probably crack??in a way??, Tighnari finally realizes he's in love with you like the dumbass he is smh

summary: you seem to be enjoying your time in the presence of the chalk prince while Tighnari is feeling the exact opposite

part 1 part 2

Tighnari felt like literal shit.

He woke up today so moody as Collei seem to still be anger at him for being your reason you left in the first place.

The rest of the forest rangers had learned about your leave, some wishing good luck while other while confused about you resigning your position. Clearly, you had always showed how much you loved doing your job with a bright smile on your face.

Today was no different, they all felt the tension air around him as he assigned the patrols for the day.

Once making sure everyone had their routes, he went over to where you used to stay, "hey Y/n, I brought your—"

He stops before letting out a heavy sigh, his ears seem to show what he's feeling. 'Right...I forgot they're not here anymore.'

He thinks as he goes back leaving the hut you once owned. Spotting Collei in the distance with someone, they seem to be handing her a letter before leaving.

Shrugging this off, he huffs as he gets ready to leave, now having by himself since you were often his partner when patrolling.

"It's quiet." He mutters.

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"Are you sure this going to okay?!" You scream at the blonde who watches, very amused may I add, as you hold a sword in your hand while staring at a pair of pissed off hilichurls.

Albedo hums, "yes, I'll be here incase this goes south."

You resist the urge to glare at him, "...okay." you answer a bit unsure, since you don't believe you're fit to be holding a weapon.

Technically speaking, people form your family aren't familiar with sword fighting since cleansing as the main thing.

So, dodging and taking down the hilichurls was a completely new thing to you.

Albedo smiles to himself as he sees that defeated them, as you turn to look at him with a bright smile.

"I did it!" You say excitedly.

Neither of you took notice of the milichurl coming towards you.

Albedo looks down at his notes, he has written things you needed to improve and such things. "Alright, I think that's enough information for today." He nods before putting away the piece of charcoal he was using to write.

"Let's head back—"

He froze as he finally looks up to see the milichurl holds it's blazing axe in the air just above your figure who had no idea.

Noticing how quiet he was, you look back to see what he was looking at. You stop as the weapon you're holding, falls into the snow below.

Shutting your eyes, waiting for the pain to come but it never does as you feel a pair of arms wrap around your figure and the last thing you feel is your head hitting something hard as you two rolled to the ground.

A day later, you sit up, groaning at the intense pounding coming from your head as Albedo rushes over.

"You're finally awake." He says in relief, handing you something for the headache.

Groaning, you cover your face, "what... happened?"

He begins to explain everything about yesterday, "you'll be fine, just a minor head injury from hitting your head on a rock. I wanted to start right away on your training but it seems like that can wait." You sit up straight at this.

"No," you say, making Albedo look at you, "I want to continue...I want to be useful." Looking a him straight in the eyes, he blinks before a smile creeps up on his face as he stands up.

"Alright, get some rest today and tomorrow we'll officially start your training, do I make myself clear?"

You nod your head, smiling at him, filled with energy.

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"ugh."

Tighnari say up, holding his head as the room was spinning. He was leaning up against a tree deep in the forest.

Grabbing his pen and small notebook, he begins to scribbled down information about the mushroom he had eaten.

"also causes....rather stronger hallucinations." He mumbles.

After he was down, he just leans back on the tree, thinking back on the hallucination he had as he closes his eyes.

'Tighnari, what did I say about taking naps in the middle of nowhere?' His ears spring up at the sound of your voice as he looks up to see you standing there, hands on your hips as you glare at him.

Although he could tell you were forcing yourself to do so, you never were the type to get seriously angry at him....maybe that's why you didn't fight back when he called you useless instead you agreed with it.

He frowns.

'sorry,' he mumbles as he stands up and notices the strange look you're giving him.

'hm? What's wrong? You usually give me a sassy remark and brush me off.' He winces at this, was this how you thought about him?

'still sleepy,' you stare at him, not believing him but you shrug it off.

'Okay then,' the two of you head back in silence. He takes this opportunity to observe you, watching how your h/c locks bounce with step you make and how your eyes dart around, sparkling at the sight of small animals in the distance.

His eyes wander to your lips as you let out a quiet sigh that he could still hear. "Um... Tighnari, I wanted ask for advice about something." You mumble, cheeks tint with red as you avoid looking at him.

"If this is about your love life again, please spare me the details and get to the point." He snaps back as you jump at how rough his voice sounded.

".. nevermind." You say, a discouraged as slump forward a bit, frowning.

His ears perk up at the sight of your figure, he remembers this now, this was a conversation he had with you a couple weeks before your little argument.

"Wait," you look up at him, "on second thought, maybe I can hear you out but know I'm not good at giving love life advice."

You smile at him and he looks away, his face feels rather warm, weird.

As you begin to tell him everything, he can't help but notice your features, did you always smell like Padisarah flowers?

"hm? Is something wrong?" You ask, noticing how tensely he was staring at you and it made you feel about flustered.

"n-nothing," he curses at himself for stuttering in front of you.

You two continue as walking when you suddenly come to a complete stop just a few steps in front of him. He's confused, "Y/n?" His ear twitches slightly at your silence.

"That's what you wished you said back then, maybe those words would have made the pain go away a bit." You say with a ominous tone.

He grist his teeth, standing up and brushing away the dirt on his clothes.

—

Your face is bright red at the praise given to you by Jean who held a kind smile on her lips. Your eyes are wide as you could resist the big smile on your face.

"W-wait, you're not joking?!"

She shakes her head, placing her hand on top of her chest, "Of course not, Albedo has put in a good word about you and I think you'll be fit to join the ranks of the knights."

You couldn't contain the smile on your face as you look at Albedo who slightly smiles at you before he stumbles back when you hug him.

Jean shakes her head at the sight of you two Albedo awkwardly patting your back as you kept saying 'thank you' to him.

"When ever you make up your mind, come see me." She says before you two leave her office.

You keep ranting about how you won't disappoint them, "—then! My parents won't have to force me to see candidates—" you freeze at this and your face drops when remembered them.

"...my parents.." you mumble, "I didn't tell them I would come to Mondstadt."

Albedo raises a brow at this, "your parents? They shouldn't be force you to get married to some stranger." Ah, seems like he caught onto your rant.

You begin to explain everything, he learns that they have always decided on an arranged marriage for you but you enrolled at the Akademiya, succeeding in stopping their plans for a couple years and naturally, they stop bringing the topic up when you met Tighnari, Cyno and everyone else.

"They saw my fight with Tighnari as a sign for them to bring up the topic of marriage and when I left my position, it encouraged them even more." You sigh, your shoulders dragging as you two sat on a nearby bench.

Albedo is taking this information in, "your position....what was it?"

You look to the side, hesitating to answer..."a forest watcher just like Tighnari.... except I felt like a damsel of distress being there. I was the only one not able to wield a weapon so I was pretty much stuck with the paperwork."

"Why?"

You shrug your shoulders, "my parents didn't want me to having one and Tighnari had sure to respect their wishes but boy did that bite him in the ass." A fond smile is visible on your face as you talk about your moments with Tighnari and Albedo notices this.

"when we were just forest watchers in training, he was mastering the bow and one day when we went on patrol, we walked right into a withering zone and we didn't notice since we were messing around." You look up at the starry sky, "that was probably the first time I've seen him so worried over me....maybe that's why I fell for him."

Your face flushes, heart beating rapidly as you remember that day, clear as day. Him holding you in his arms as he yelled in worry for you not to close your eyes as you look at them through hazy eyes.

You sigh almost sadly afterwards, "and that's why it's a pain to be in love with him. As much as I like how he is....his words do hurt at times."

That aching pain returned, one you haven't felt since meeting the chalk prince.

"Was he the reason you agreed to the traveler's request?"

Your silence was his answer.

"I can only take so many heart breaks you know." You say with a light tone.

"Just how long were you in love with him?" He asks, giving a side glance as you hold your fingers, counting.

"Hm...I say since we were kids but it turned into more than puppy love during our Akademiya years."

Albedo lets out a hum, a hand under his chin as he thinks.

—

Collei looks at Tighnari who mumbles something under his breath, "what was that, Master?" She asks as he suddenly stands up, catching her off guard.

His face is bright red, "I think I'm in love with Y/n."

He figured out why he was so out of it these last couple days after you were gone, he missed your voice, your laughter, your silly remarks and those warm smiles you would always give him even when he never returned them. He missed you above all else.

Collei's eyes go wide as saucers as she stares at him with a open mouth, dropping the pen she was using to write something down.

"You figure that out now?! When Y/n is no where to be found?!" She yells, frustrated a bit.

1 month later

Taking off the hood, you take in the sight of Sumeru, the breeze making the coat you're wearing flow as Albedo appears besides you.

"this is it." You mutter, "I'm back home."

Albedo takes lead, "we'll reach the city in a few days but first, I need to see these withering zones you spoke so much about.

Taking a deep breathe, you took a look in the direction where Gandharva Ville is, the sunlight hitting your face as the wind blows a couple of hair strands across your face before turning away to follow Albedo.

"I need to make sure Albedo's training doesn't go to waste."

a/n: thank you for giving so much love to the first two parts, I never thought people would like a silly angst drabble I wrote at 1 in the morning so it means a lot!

Masterlist

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #tighnari x y/n #tighnari x you #tighnari x reader #tighnari #albedo x y/n #albedo x you #genshin albedo #albedo imagines #albedo x reader #albedo #collei #𒆜let you break my heart again𒆜

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wosoluver · 1 month

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To undo a mistake

Part 17/17 - previous.

Lena x Bayern Player!reader

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You hated the way you had ended the conversation. You knew this time you were in the wrong. And being irrational about the situation.

Above all you knew your true feelings, and the fear of giving yourself away.

The last three days were a bliss. You were enjoying your own little world. You hadn't been hit yet by reality or facts.

You hadn't faced the outside bubble, where real consequences existed.

Where people could look at you and make their remarks. Where you had to remember the reason you were so scared of opening up to her once again.

Right now you were under the hot shower, trying to feel a little less frustrated. Trying to think of what to say and where to go from here.

Be honest to yourself, but let it go? Or be honest to yourself and accept the possibilities ahead?

You got out of the shower, and as soon as you were done putting on your clothes, you heard the door bell ring.

Knowing exactly who it was. She had a hard expression on her face. Trying her hardest to not let her feelings through.

"I'll help you take everything to the car."

"I don't need your help."

But she clearly did. Looking over to what she had left there, it seemed to multiply the more time they were left there.

So, ignoring her words you grabbed a few things to carry down.

The elevator down felt like you were about to arrive at doomsday. Like you were about to reach an end, that was abruptly put in front of you, when you finally felt close to paradise again.

Mustering up the courage you still had in you, to look up at her.

A single tear made it's way down her face.

That one hurt, like a thousand knives had pierced through you.

Like you, Lena felt like this could be the last time. Despite all her love, and all the changes you both had gone through, it still wasn't enough to fix what was broken.

Or was it?

Rain was pouring down as you made the way to Lea's car.

You didn't remember seeing any dark clouds earlier that day. Much like your relationship, the day started sunny, but ended up in a bad weather.

You put the stuff on the trunk and made the way up once again, to retrieve the last of her things.

You made a mess everywhere you walked by. Water dripping from your clothes, your hair fully wet.

And you got in the elevator together, for the last ride.

Or was it?

As you both started to make your way on the side walk you simply stopped dead in your tracks. That caught her attention, as she had let you walk in front of her.

"Stop." you said in a whisper barely audible. If she wasn't facing you, and seeing your lips move she wouldn't even be able to notice.

"What?" she said loudly, so she could be heard over the sound of rain hitting the ground and shaking up the trees.

"I'm not doing this again."

She looked at you questioning, but didn't dare to say a word.

"I'm not letting you go again, Lena." this time setting what ever it was you were holding, down. "I love you schatz." walking into her arms. Your own tears now mixing with the rain droplets.

"I love you, Liebling." she said pulling you in for a kiss.

But this time it wasn't a painful kiss, like you used to share when one of you was leaving. Or a desperate kiss you give her every time you got to see her again, because you couldn't hold back after being apart, even if it was only for a couple days.

"Please let's go inside. We'll get everything from the car later."

"Lea is going to kill me for leaving her without a car."

But she followed you in nonetheless.

"We need to get out of these clothes before we catch a cold."

"Yes ma'am."

And once more just like the weather you were able to pass through the rain, and use your love as a sun, to warm each up and make a rainbow shine through at the end of it all.

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I can't believe we're closing this story. My first multi part fic 🥹 I was really excited in the beginning, in the middle I thought I had lost it, but I really enjoyed these last couple of chapters. Thank you for the anon who requested this and guided me, ily forever. And thank you to everyone who gave me support! 🩷

what is our next multi part story? 🫣

let me know!

#woso x reader #lena oberdorf x reader #lena oberdorf #dfb frauen #vfl wolfsburg frauen #fc bayern frauen

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bluegalaxygirl · 8 months

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First Bath togeather (Zosan X reader)

Zoro x Sanji X reader, polly relationship, established relationship, SFW and Reader is GN. Honestly started crying while writing this thats why it took me a whole days to make it.

Warning: past domestic abuse, descriptive scars, fluff, making out, Nudity but its sfw, a bit of Body worship

Plot: Inspired by Night routine. After being togeather for a long time the boys have never taken a bath or a shower with you. You work up the courage to join them but try to hid the scars of your past.

It's late at night when Zoro and Sanji walk into your shared room seeing you on the bed still in your day wear reading a book. "Hay love, were going to get a bath, want to join us?" Sanji asks while Zoro grabs the towels and cloths. You look up from your book the offer so tempting, about to respond yes you remember your back, the only part of your body you hate. "Sorry boys i'll take one later" you say seeing Sanji's face fall into a sad frown but he doesn't push it, both are really respectful towards you. No means No, thats been clear from day one. "Well, we'll see you later than" Zoro says placing a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. Sanji does the same lingering a bit longer, a way of showing that he isn't upset with you even though he's sad about you not joining them.

You were just about to go back to reading but as the boys leave Robin enters saying hi to the boys as they leave. Normally she wouldn't enter without knocking but she had her serious face on, one you didn't see often and it scared you a little. "Urm... Hi Robin" you manage to get out as he sits at the end of the large bed "I though you said you were gonna join them this time?" A smile finally appearing on the woman's face making you relax a little. She's the only one you've told about your past and your scars, she's a great listener and advice giver. "I know. I just.... dont want them to see" placing the book on the night stand you sit on the edge of the bed next to her looking down at your feet. She places a hand on your back over one of your many scars under your shirt rubbing it lightly "They love you very much. these scars aren't going to change that" Robin's voice is sweet sounding almost like sprinkled sugar. Your eyes meet with hers, somehow you regain your courage and nod at her grabbing your towel and pj's.

You get changed out of your day cloths in the changing room next to the bathroom, accidentally catching a peek at your back in the long mirror, the sight catches you off guard. You always try to avoid the sight of your back but you never forgot what it looked like. Long, think, jagged, raised scars stretch across your back crisscrossing in some areas. The memory's with it cause you more pain than anything, memories you try so hard to forget and yet they linger. Your mother hated you always calling you "That Demon child", she didn't always hate you but something in her snapped one day, it started with hurtful words then being deprived of essential things and lastly when she was really mad at you ,getting her whip out and hitting you over and over again. Ignoring your screams for her to stop and the apologies you'd spurt out but not really knowing what to be sorry about. she made sure to only hurt your back,No one but her would be able to see it so she would't get in trouble by other family or friends. You believed all the things she said about you, you hated very part of yourself and thought that it was normal for her to hurt you. It was only when she kicked you out the house at age 10 that you started to learn what life was really like. The trauma stayed with you but you found self worth, you weren't weak or useless, you were strong, brave, kind and found love.

You wrapped a towel around you heading to the bathroom, hearing the sound of running water and laughter from the two boys. Your body stopped you just before entering the room, second thoughts flew through your mind all you could think of was what they would say. Zoro the worrier, the man who deliberately took a slash to chest as not to scar his back "scars on the back are a swords mans shame" You weren't a swords man but that didn't stop you form thinking that he would think less of you. Sanji the cook with amazing hands always admired your skin. He'd constantly complement it, the softness of your hands, cheek or legs. He says he loves every inch of you but would be really love the jagged rough scars on your back. You were about to turn tail and run when you heard a voice from the bathroom.

"Oi, who's their? Stop being a Perv and show yourself" Zoro's voice came from the bathroom, you can hear the tension in his voice. You take a breath and step out holding the long towel wrapped around you in a strong grip. "Y/N" Sanji yells from his place in the bath outstretching his arms to you "You can be a pervert all you want my Love" You laugh at the comment, the feeling of dread being push away. "Finally decided to join us?" Zoro asks beckoning for you to come over with one finger. They both looked so handsome in the steaming water. Zoro's back against the large bath looking back at you, his arms stretched out and a small towel on his head, his smile almost cocky as he flexes his index finger into his hand. Sanji kneeling in the bath the water just covering his waist, his thin yet chiseled chest on displace. his hair was wet, it sticking to his face shaping it perfectly, they took your breath away.

"My love. i know were both amazing to look at but id rather you admire us up close" Sanji's voice snapped you out of it a dark red blush forming on your face. Both boys had a large smile on their faces liking the way you looked at them "Sorry" you stiffen a little walking closer to the bath. Zoro held his hands up for you to take helping you step into the bath. The water warm and soothing to the touch, your feet where just in when Sanji took your hips it made you flinch and both boys noticed, a short of shocked look formed on their faces. "Im sorry my love did i do something wrong?" he asks taking his hands off your hips. You didn't mean to flinch, they were always so kind to you, never crossing any boundaries you set, their touch was something you love, never mean or hateful just full of love. You placed your hand on Sanji's shoulder reassuring him "No not at all... im just a little... nervous is all. Could you both not look please" The cook seems to relax at your words doing as he's told and turning his back to you, as much as he wants to look to see all of you he knows its best not to. he wants you to trust him knowing at some point he will see you just only when your ready. Zoro has no problem turning his back to you, he's confused as to why your so against them seeing you though, your always so confident in your self and take great care of your body so why hide it form them.

You take your towel off and place it on the side sitting down in the water, the warmth feels so nice on your skin washing away all of the days stress. You slide further down into the bath till the water is up to your collar bones, you would go lower but you'd be in a very uncomfortable position "Ok" you say after composing yourself. Zoro turns and moves over next to you placing his arm around you kissing your cheek, you lean in feeling more relaxed now the worst part is over. Sanji joins sitting next to you and lays his head on your exposed shoulder "there's no need to be nervous. We're not gonna do anything" Zoro states wondering if thats whats causing you to worry. you smile up at him and nod "I know. you both are really sweet" your hands reach out of the water to place a hand each on their cheeks rubbing your wet thumb over their cheek. Sanji takes your hand and kisses your palm humming slightly at your touch "So soft" he whispers into you hand, it sends shivers down your spine, he touches you with such gentle hands it makes you swoon over him.

After a little while of relaxing with them and feeling more comfortable Zoro grabs the soap and starts washing his arms while sanji takes his body wash and offers it to you. "Thank you" you wash your arms and face, lifting your legs out the water to wash them only for Zoro to take your leg in his hands "let me" he sates taking the soap and running it over your wet leg and foot. your transfixed by this you heart almost pounding out your chest. "Want me to get your back?" Sanji says placing a hand under the water and onto your lower back touching on of your many scars. You jolt away almost kicking Zoro in the face in the process "NO" The sudden change in you shocked the boys. if you weren't comfortable with something you would just tell them so but you've never yelled or acted out almost hitting them. Unfortunately your fight or flight response kicks in and this time your body chose flight. You stand up quickly about to grab your towel and run when Sanji's hands grab your arms and pull you into him. The two of you standing in the bath as he held you close to his chest one hand around your waist and the other on the back of your head. "Shhhhhh, its ok." he soothes you lightly stroking your hair. he felt the scars, he knew thats what you didn't want them to see and even though he didn't even get a look at them he knew he would never hate them.

Zoro rose form where he was rubbing water and soap off his face glad that you misses his face with your kick. "Its hideous... please... don't hate me" your voice shaky, uneven breaths and a pounding heart threatening to tare you apart. A hand slides up your back Zoro taking in your scars, he's seen these types of scars before anger builds up in his body wanting to know who did this to you and where they are now but it was Sanji who brought him back running his hand up your back to meet the sword mans. They looked at each other realizing what was important now was you, not who did this. You flinch when a pair of lips place a kiss on one of of your scars, the worst one in between your shoulder blades travailing from one to the other in a diagonal motion. Taking your face out of sanji's chest you look behind you to see Zoro, his hands travailing up and down your waist while laying kisses across every scar you have. The tears in your eyes now falling down your cheeks "Why?" you let out not understanding some one showing such kindness to a horrible sight. Sanji takes his hand off your back and places it under your chin making you face him "Its a part of you. How can we not love it" your hand moved up to cover your mouth trying to stop the sobs from coming out but failing miserably.

Relief washed over your body, they didn't hate you, they didn't think your were ugly or weak, they didn't think less of you and it filled your heart with such happiness. Zoro finished kissing every scar making his way up your spine to the back of your neck "Your amazing baby" his words full of love "He's right you are amazing" Sanji followed up his hand reaching behind your back to run his fingers down your spin. "No more tears baby." Zoro says rubbing away the tears that rolled down your cheek, "Im sorry" You bit your lower lip composing yourself managing to stop the tears. "sit down love" Sanji helps sit you down in the water leaning your back against the bath again, a question still ran through your head though, looking at the two boys as they sit next to you, one on either side. "I dont get it. Why dont you hate them?" you asked wanting an answer. "Why would we hate them? We all have some kind of scar" Zoro notes pointing to his eye then chest. "I know that but scars on the back are a shame" you look up at Zoro, he couldn't believe you remembered that form all those years ago before he can respond you turn to face Sanji "Their rough not soft like the rest of my skin that you praise." Sanji looks down slightly and takes your hand not knowing what to say. he knows complementing your scars isn't a good thing right now. He tries to think of a way to convince you that their not ugly.

A silence fills the room, you thought maybe you shouldn't have said anything until Zoro moved closer pressing his lips onto yours, it was sudden and rough but you loved it leaning in as he places a hand against your neck deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue into your mouth, a soft moan left his mouth before pulling away "You are no shame. Your strong and no old scars are gonna take that away form you." he states before looking up at Sanji who had a loving smile on his face "isn't that right, Sanji" he asks giving the cook a small smile. Sanji move you so your back is pressed up against his chest and wrapping his arms around you hugging your torso. Zoro moving closer almost over you your noses almost touching as he looks into you eyes "He's right Mi amor. Your ours and we will never let anyone touch you like that again, although im sure you can kick their ass better than we can" you can feel the smirk on his lips against your neck. You are loved, all of you is loved, your strong, brave and kind. They only helped reassure you of that fact, you were a god/goddess in their eyes and you saw them the same way.

hope you enjoyed. I loved writing this and like i said before yes i cried. writing down words that i wish were said to me made me more passionate about this. I hope you all know that no matter what you look like your all beautiful and strong. Thank you for all the love so far.

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