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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ He Fell First; Literally

content: leo valdez x daughter of poseidon! reader fic warning: lanauage, minor mentions of an ED so if that's something that might trigger you DO NOT READ IM NOT JOKING, author's note: so painfully not canon. i try my best, really i do, but i was not reading those books for memory at 12. i was consuming those books at a rate never before seen, not locking things into my brain. but the fact that i can feel in my bones that it's not super canon accurate makes me want to gorge my eye out but whatevas

y/n was having a pretty crap day. she had been up before apollo allowed the sun to rise, staring blankly over at percy’s side of the cabin. she had been keeping it the same, not shifting the comforter too much or moving his dirty socks from under the bed, knowing he hated when she messed with his stuff. but, every morning, she made sure the dust wasn’t settling. because dust meant more time passed and that thought made her queasy, even though it’s been months.

then, once it was a more acceptable time for her to leave cabin three, y/n had been running around the whole day. she was helping the harpies with breakfast then she had to train some of the younger kids with spears then she helped the hephestus cabin out which left her covered in soot and smelling like a firework. she helped clean out the pegasus stalls, allowing connor and travis to leave early and do as they please. all of that before ten in the morning! she marched her way to breakfast when it was called, putting stuff on her plate to ultimately scrape it all off into the fire, prayers and wishes for percy’s return and safety on loop in her mind. then, she had what chiron liked to call ‘check-ups’ but it was just therapy. she wouldn’t go if he hadn’t threatened to take away her title of camp counselor, something she prided herself on. so, she went, and she lied and said she definitely didn’t cry late at night and she definitely slept through the night and didn’t wake up from nightmares of her little brother contorted in unnatural ways and covered in blood.

leo would say his day was going pretty well, on the other hand. if you ignore the part that his best friend got amnesia, his bully turned into some tornado thing, both of his best friends fell into the grand canyon only to fly back up, and coach hedge was half goat. actually, his day was pretty crap too. now, he was sitting in some chariot thing, with a buff guy that had an inclination for rainbows and a blonde girl that was beyond disappointed by them for just being them. then, another tornado thing showed up, damaging the chariot and sending them rapidly towards the ground, though butch managed to still hold some control. good news was that they were at they’re location, bad news was that landing was going to be a bitch. the blonde girl leaned over the side of the chariot, looking around for someone.

“what are you doing?!” leo called over the rushing wind, looking at her like she was crazy, which took a lot considering the day he’s had.

“saving our lives. what time is it?” she asked, frantically, and leo just continued to stare.

“you’re asking for the time now?!”

“around 11, why does it matter?” piper replied, her grip firm on the side of the chariot.

“because we’re lucky!” the blonde girl replied with a wide grin before cupping her mouth, “y/n!”

“don’t feel very lucky right now,” leo muttered.

y/n marched away from the big house, muttering about the centaur under her breath before hearing a shout for her name. she frowned, looking around and seeing no one. then she looked up, her shoulders sagging as she noticed the chariot rapidly heading towards camp, a familiar blonde leaning over the edge, waving her hands and basically jumping up and down while she called out to y/n.

“annabeth!?” y/n called back, quickly breaking out in a run to get a closer look. she squinted, and noticed one of the wheels was missing.

“oh, gods,” y/n huffed before motioning towards the lake, “butch! go to the lake!”

“the lake? this high up, we might as well just jump off into the ground now,” jason stated, tilting his head at the blonde, annabeth, who seemed rather giddy even though they were most certainly about to die.

“not if the water comes to us,” she replied with a shrug, leaving the three to stare at her.

“oh, she’s cray-cray,” leo grumbled to himself, glancing down at the water that would certainly feel like cement if they jumped. the other blonde stood at the beach, other kids in orange t-shirts beginning to gather and stare.

“you guys have to jump!” y/n called, knowing she couldn’t catch all five of them and the chariot and the pegasus. she knew butch would look out for the pegasus and unclip him so he wouldn’t be injured. but still.

“i will not!” piper insisted, if anything, she tightening her hold on the chariot.

“you will die if you stay on,” annabeth told her, before gripping piper’s shoulders, “you have to trust me.”

“we just met you,” leo argued, causing annabeth to look over her shoulder at him.

“that’s when trust works best,” she reasoned and leo swallowed thickly, as she was starting to convince him.

“annie! running out of time here!” the girl from the beach called nervously.

“okay,” leo breathed out, causing piper to look at him like he’s crazy too.

“leo?!”

“look, if we’re gonna die anyways, i wanna be cool while i do it,” he joked back, like usual, moving closer to the open end. piper took a few more seconds to decide before moving towards him, a false confidence settling over her face.

without another thought, the five of them quickly ditched the chariot, which sent them plummeting towards the water…which seemed to rise to meet them, allowing them to simply slip into the bubbles, no so much as a sting against their skin. then they washed up against the beach, like the ocean was spitting them out. leo coughed up some of the water that managed to invade his lungs, rolling onto his back as he looked up at the sky. a girl’s face intercepted his view, the sun behind her head and hiding her features in shadows. he could make out her golden waves for hair, which were beginning to look like a halo from his view.

“you okay?” she asked, holding a hand out to pull him up.

“just peachy,” he muttered back, getting his arms behind himself and pushing his body into a half seated position. the sun moved from behind the girl’s face to next to it, allowing him to see her features finally. she gave him a soft smile, something like a laugh leaving her lips as she tilted her head at him. all the air squeezed out of his lungs and he felt like he could burst into flames, something he was rapidly trying to get under control.

“you could be having a worse day. i could have been busy,” the girl mused, shrugging her shoulders and leo opened his mouth to reply but the words seemed to die on his tongue, only sounds coming out. the girl giggled, sweetly, and it was like hearing the ocean in a seashell. then, a loud crash interrupted the moment, y/n’s head instantly shooting up and watching the chariot sink into the lake. she winced, quickly rising to her feet as another girl marched to the edge of the water, a shocked look on her face.

“nyssa, nyssa, please don’t freak out! i- i can get it out, promise!” the girl quickly reasoned, following with her hands outstretched like the other girl was a feral beast.

“y/n, we can’t build another one! the curse-”

“doesn’t exist. it’s all mental,” the blonde girl, assumable y/n, muttered in protest, earning her a glare.

“y/n!” nyssa huffed, throwing her hands up.

“i’ll get it out right now,” insisted y/n, raising her hands before another loud crunch was heard, the water rippling with an even louder gurgle. y/n winced again, lowering her hands as nyssa’s mouth dropped in shock.

“it didn’t-”

“it did,” y/n confirmed before nyssa screamed with her mouth closed, marching off. y/n closed her eyes, taking a calming breath before turning to the crowd that had gathered around the new arrivals.

“hey! shoo! nothing to see here,” she joked, waving away the other people in orange, watching them slowly leave, not without a few more glances at the newly found trio. she spun back to the new arrivals, helping piper to her feet before turning to annabeth, pulling her into a hug.

“hey, you!” she cheered before pulling back, noticing the blonde’s discouraged look, “hey, he’s okay. we’d feel it if he wasn’t. go get chiron, yeah? i’ve got this.”

“i know…but, it’s hard,” annabeth whispered back. y/n patted her cheek lovingly before gently steering her away.

“hello! sorry, this is one of the more chaotic ways i’ve seen people come to camp! busy, busy, that’s me,” y/n stated as she approached the three with a welcoming smile.

“i’m sorry, but who are you? why are we here? where even is here?” piper questioned rapidly, still trying to wring the water out of her shirt.

“agh, this is going terribly,” y/n huffed before taking a quick breath, “let’s start over, yeah? i’m y/n l/n. this is camp half-blood, which is a camp for people like us, children of gods and morals. therein lies the ‘half blood.’”

“god? like, god and jesus?” leo questioned, squinting and tilting his head. y/n gave him a soft smile, which caused his bpm to surely spike.

“no, greek gods. athena, poseidon, zeus,” y/n listed quickly.

“jupiter,” jason corrected before he could stop himself, frowning as the word left his mouth. y/n turned to him with a small frown too, tilting her head.

“that…that’s roman…interesting,” she muttered before shaking her head, “sorry. i never asked your names.”

“you apologize a lot. i’m piper mclean,” piper stated, holding her hand out to shake y/n’s already stretched hand.

“sorry,” y/n jokes, winking, causing piper to let out a little laugh. she then turned to jason, who seemed to be deep in thought, before he shook it off and looked at her.

“jason…grace.” he replied, unconfidently.

“you…you don’t seem so sure,” y/n replied, giving his hand a quick shake with a frown.

“i’m not. i’ve- i’ve got amnesia,” he replied, causing y/n’s frown to deepen.

“i’m sorry to hear that. i’ll make sure to tell will. he’s our resident healer, maybe he can figure it out,” y/n told him, giving him a soft smile to which he nodded off, before y/n turned to leo. she had to admit, he’d caught her eyes easily. his curly hair and olive skin, how his hands never seemed to sit still (more so than expected of demigods), the way he smiled at her. but, she’d closed off that part of her heart a long time ago. she didn’t have time for it, she’d tell herself late at night.

“leo valdez. bad boy supreme,” he offered up, causing y/n to raise an eyebrow at him as he briefly shook her hand before flipping it over and pressing his lips against. she rolled her eyes, fighting off a blush.

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you're a child of aphrodite,” she replied with a huff, slowly pulling her hand back.

“right back at ya,” leo mused, proudly with a wink.

“down boy,” mocked y/n before turning away and to the other two present, “alright, so i’ll start of the tour of camp half-blood! don't worry, you're gonna love it here!”

you were expert at this tour, sure you could give it blindfolded. you told little anecdotes, even managing to earn you a smile from jason, something you proudly celebrated. you walked backwards as you called out the cabins, pointing with both hands like a flight attendant signaling exits. at least, you thought that's what you looked like. you really had no idea as you've never been flying and probably never would, zeus not exactly a big fan of yours. for such a short tour, quite a lot of claiming went down, something that had you fondly thinking of your brother and not so fondly thinking of luke castellan. you ended your tour at the big house, knowing chiron would be wanting to talk to them, jason especially.

"chiron's gonna take it from here. if you've got any questions, don't be afraid to seek me out!! well, enjoy camp!" y/n mused, clapping her hands before going to walk away but chiron called out to her, ignoring the wide eyed stares he was getting from the trio for being part horse.

"y/n, dear, would you be so kind as to check on annabeth? i worry for her. oh, and will mentioned something about needing help in the infirmary...if you'd be willing," he stated and leo could tell from the minor twitch of her eye that y/n wished she wasn't so willing.

"of course, chrion. when have i ever said no to you?" the girl asked, plastering a smile on her face that clearly took a lot out of her before spinning around on her heels and marching away. and leo's eyes stayed on her, and while they'd typically drift down to her ass, he couldn't bring himself to look downwards as his worry for her overtook his soul.

dinner finally came around, leo sort of following nyssa like a lost puppy. he wasn’t completely sure of himself in this place yet, and nyssa was more than happy to show him the ropes. she grabbed her own dinner, showing him how before one of their other siblings calls for her. she left him and leo glanced around before his eyes settled on a nearby blonde, a smile growing on his lips. he slid in behind her, pretending to be excited over a roll and plopping it down on his plate. y/n glanced over at him, a small smile appearing on her lips before she continued walking and inspecting the food presented to them.

“so, day one. how’s it going?” she asked, sighing as she glanced at the food. her stomach was aching for some food, but her guilt held stronger. Who knows the last time percy had a good meal…or even if he was alive-

“eh. you know, as far as first days in new places go, this isn’t too bad. once got swirly within the first hour of being at a new school,” leo mused, throwing together a random plate of food. y/n laughed lightly, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye as she grabbed an apple.

“give a few hours, the ares kids can smell fresh meat,” y/n joked back, leaning over with a wink before walking away from the food towards her table. leo's lips twitched into a small frown before quickly grabbed a bowl of fruit before following.

“so, are there like clique tables i should watch out for or?” leo prompted, fully expecting to sit with y/n. she looked over at him, her brows furrowing.

“nyssa didn’t tell you? you sit with your siblings. each god and goddess has a table. yours is over there,” explained y/n, pointing over at the hephestus table while still walking towards her lonely table. leo continued to follow, a frown on his lips.

“so…you sit by yourself?” he questioned, the words leaving a bitter taste in his mouth, “a girl like you shouldn’t have to sit by herself.”

“well, i wasn’t always alone…look, these- these are rules, okay? i’m sorry, leo, but you’ve got to sit at your table,” y/n replied, shaking her head as if ridding herself of memories. leo continued to frown before setting the bowl of fruit down on her table and sliding it over to her. she looked up at him, confusion clear on her face.

“you didn’t grab enough to eat,” he explained with a shrug before giving her a salute as he walked back to his table. y/n’s eyes never once left him until he was with his siblings and managed to catch her gaze, the girl promptly averting her eyes and missing the smile that grew on leo’s lips. she looked down at the bowl of fruit fondly before digging in, eating her fill for the first time in months.

“what’s her story?” leo asked over dinner, his eyes trained on y/n as his fork passively stabbed at something on his plate. nyssa looked up from her food at him before following his gaze to y/n.

“who? y/n? ha, you must think highly of yourself,” nyssa scoffed, noting the ways his eyes practically formed hearts. leo sputtered, turning to nyssa with a glare.

“what?”

“she’s got every guy in camp half-blood on her tail. i wish you the best of luck trying to win her over, many people have tried and failed,” nyssa replied with a shrug.

“not what i meant,” leo huffed, returning his eyes to his plate. nyssa looked over at him, frowning.

“what did you mean then?”

“how’d she get here? what’s she like? stuff like that,” leo answered before shaking his head, “look it’s stupid-”

“she’s enigmatic. nicest girl you’ll ever meet, but harsh when she needs to be. she never backs down from anything; she once performed a whole choreographed song and dance during lunch because she lost a bet. poor y/n had to do stall duties for a week after that, but she did it with a smile, telling everyone it was so worth it. y/n l/n is the best of all of us,” nyssa cut in, her words so honest and truthful that leo got sucked in.

“her brother, percy, went missing a few months ago. she lived for him, everything she did was for her brother. technically, they aren’t even full siblings, like you and i. but, they weren’t like that. they became family quickly. she likes to pretend that she’s fine, but everyone knows she’s not. that bowl of fruit…it’s the first thing i’ve seen her eat in a few weeks," confessed nyssa, giving leo a pointed look. he couldn't help the pride that filled his chest at the thought.

and then determination quickly settled into the boys bones. he was determined to make sure she kept eating, three meals a day at least. he was determined to make her laugh, help her find some joy. he was determined to ensure that the daughter of the sea god never saw another cloudy day, not if leo had anything to say about it.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez

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dmitriene · 8 months

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Heyyyy 😽 it's me again 👺👹 I was thinking, if you're up for uh take this order, or just skip it. I always see people writing about re4 Leon (And I really appreciate it OF COURSE) how handsome he is with his features, scars and such (and they are more than right) and so I was thinking about RE2 Leon this time, mainly because a few days ago my period arrived and I was literally crying at how "innocent" and adorable he was 😭😭 idk, just a thought of maybe *loving* how cute he was😭just adoring him, like waking up one morning with him (I also see people writing about this at the time of re4 with him, so I was inspired by that) and I think he would just be a sweet person, a sweetheart 😓😓😿❤️‍🩹🖐️😭

If it doesn't bother you, it could be a female reader? Tysm

Well, like I said, request this if you want or just ignore this nonsense, but if you're up for it, thanks in advance, I really *really* appreciate your writing 🥰😸🫶🩷🩵

(sorry for so many emojis, I got addicted)

꒰ 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵! 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢! 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦, 𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰!🤍 ˑ༄ ꒱

❝𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦❞ 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘦. ❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘳𝘦2 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. ❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

Leon had the ability to brighten up any room he entered with his infectious smile, it was a smile that could chase away the darkest shadows, a beacon of warmth and kindness that shone even in the face of the horrors he witnessed and the pain he held deep within himself.

The morning sun streamed through the windows, bathing the bedroom in a soft golden light, the soft, warm sheets tangled around you and you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over you.

Leon lay peacefully next to you, his tousled blond hair spilling across the pillow, his lips curled upward in a blissful smile even as he slept, a testament to the serenity he brought with him wherever he went.

You couldn't resist the urge to lean closer, your heart filled with love as you looked at him, the way he slept so peacefully despite the nightmares that often plagued him made your love for him burn even brighter.

Carefully, you slipped out of bed, your feet touching the cool wooden floor, a soft, lacy robe clung to your form as you tiptoed out of the room, your heart racing with excitement.

Today was the day you would show Leon how much he meant to you, the day you would let your love shine as bright as his smile.

The aroma of brewing coffee and the sound of sizzling bacon filled the kitchen as you hummed a soft tune to yourself, moving with grace and purpose, anticipation building within you.

Leon always spoiled you, made every day a special event, but now it was your turn.

In the kitchen, you stood wearing an apron over your pajamas, your hair cascading down your face and you couldn't help but chuckle softly, imagining Leon in his own apron, nothing but underwear beneath, the mere thought sent a delightful shiver down your spine, but you focused on the task at hand.

With practiced precision, you flipped the pancake, the batter in the pan sizzled, the sizzling sound was music to your ears and your heart filled with pride at your culinary skills.

Leon would be proud.

Finally, breakfast was ready — a feast of crispy bacon, fluffy eggs, golden pancakes and a steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee.

You arranged it all on a tray, making sure everything looked perfect, just like Leon would have done.

The tray felt a bit heavy in your hands as you carried it back to the bedroom, your excitement growing with each step, you couldn't wait to see the look on Leon's face when he woke up to this surprise.

Pushing open the bedroom door gently, you set the tray down on the bedside table, the room was bathed in the soft, golden light of morning, and Leon stirred, his smile deepening as he caught a whiff of the delicious breakfast.

— «Morning, sleepyhead» you whispered, your voice filled with love as you leaned down to kiss his nose softly.

Leon's eyes fluttered open, and he blinked at you in surprise, his blue orbs filled with sleep and wonder, he looked absolutely adorable in that moment, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

— «What's all this?» he muttered, his voice still hoarse from sleep.

Your heart skipped a beat as you leaned closer, your lips hovering just above his earlobe — «I wanted to surprise you» you admitted barely louder than a whisper — «You always do so much for me, Leon, i wanted to do something special for you»

Leon's gaze softened as he looked at you with an expression of pure love, he pushed the tray aside, not bothering with the food just yet, and pulled you into his arms, his warmth enveloped you, and you couldn't help but giggle.

— «What's so funny?» he asked, his lips curling into a playful smile.

— «You» you replied, your heart swelling with affection — «You're just so…adorable when you're surprised»

Leon chuckled, his fingers lazily drawing patterns on your back «Well, you've definitely succeeded in surprising me» he admitted — «And I couldn't be happier»

You smiled and nuzzled into his chest, relishing the feeling of being in his arms, the room was filled with an aura of love and comfort, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world didn't matter.

Leon sighed contentedly, his fingers trailing down your spine — «You know, I don't say it enough, but you mean the world to me» he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

Tears intuitively welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away, not wanting to ruin the moment — «You mean the world to me too, Leon» you replied, your voice equally heartfelt.

Lying in each other's arms, you couldn't help but run your fingers over the scars and moles that adorned Leon's chest, each mark telling the story of the trials he faced, the horrors he endured, but they also showcased his resilience and bravery.

— «You're worth every moment, Leon» you whispered, your voice filled with swirl of emotions — «Every scar, every tear, every smile, you're worth it all»

Leon's grip on you tightened, and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head — «I'm the lucky one» he said, his voice filled with gratitude — «Having you by my side makes everything worth it»

The two of you lay there for a while longer, wrapped in each other's warmth and love, breakfast might have gotten cold but neither of you minded, what mattered most was the connection you shared, the unspoken words that passed between you and the love that enveloped you like a warm, comforting blanket.

In that moment, you knew that you were indeed the luckiest girl in the world, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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sadhours · 1 year

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neon lights pt. 3 | b.h & reader

18+ minors dni | prev chapter contents: adult themes, gambling addiction, angst, smut

“Oh, god, yes!” you hear through the paper thin walls of your apartment as you try to fall asleep, “Billy!”

You grab your pillow and try to cover your ears but it’s no use. They’re all so loud lately it was driving you insane. Billy was being cruel, bringing home a girl five nights a week. You had intended to bring someone home too, thinking two could play at that game but there wasn’t a single candidate at any of the bars you’d gone too that night. You know it’s because you’d started comparing men to your roommate and well, you found that Billy was so incredibly good looking that every man you looked at fell short.

The worst part of it is you feel like you lost your best friend. You two were so close before but now it’s different. If you carpooled, the whole ride would be silent but half the time Billy left before you were ready, forcing you to drive yourself. He gambled even more than before, he was late on every bill this month but you couldn’t say anything about it, afraid to push him out the door. A few of the girls even slept the night and he made them breakfast with the food you bought. It was infuriating and all you wanted was for things to go back to the way they were.

“Fuck me!” you hear the girl in the next room cry out and you feel physically ill, pushing yourself up from your bed and walking up to the wall.

You slam your fist into the it repeatedly, “Shut up!”

Then, you turn on your stereo loud enough to drown them out but there’s no way you can fall asleep with the music playing either. You just lie there and stare at the ceiling until Billy bursts into your room after the tape has flipped sides.

“Turn it off,” he calls into your room, you sit up to look at him. His skin glistens with sweat, curls stuck to his forehead and his face flush.

You roll your eyes, standing up from your bed again and stride over to your stereo. You hit the off switch and then stomp over to Billy, shoving him back so you can slam the door.

“Real fucking mature,” you hear him through the cheap wood.

God, you just wanna smack him right in his dumb face. But you take a deep breath and crawl into bed. You want to cry and you feel pathetic for it. You were the one who kept saying you couldn’t do this, he was just listening to you. The tears come and you can’t control them, seeping down over your cheeks until you have another miserable sleep.

When you wake up, you’re greeted with Billy and the girl from the night before sitting on your couch with coffee and cigarettes. You just roll your eyes when he says good morning, stomping over the kitchen to make your cup of coffee. You know he works today so you’re wondering why he hasn’t already sent her on her way. You’re very grateful you’ve got the day off and you won’t have to see him for the majority of it. He says something to you but you were deep in thought, watching your coffee slowly drip into the cup. You don’t ask what he said, instead deciding that it wasn’t important. However, you notice there’s no more creamer in the fridge and you see red. Billy drinks his coffee black, therefore this bitch sitting on your couch used the rest of your creamer.

“You’re fucking joking,” you seethe, picking up the mug and chucking it in the sink, hearing the ceramic shatter but you don’t give a shit.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you,” Billy says but you stick your hand up.

“Don’t even fucking look at me, right now,” you say before stalking to your bedroom and slamming the door. Looks like you’d have to do the grocery shopping earlier than intended. You grab a pair of jeans and pull them up over your legs, reaching for a random shirt and slipping your shoes on. You reach for your Walkman, shoving it into your bag before exiting your room and out of the house without so much as a glance at the worst roommate in the world.

After you slam the door, the girl laughs, “Your roommate is a real bitch.”

Billy sighs, lighting another cigarette immediately after stomping his out in the ashtray. You usually weren’t but these past few weeks have been brutal. He was confused, he had thought this is what you wanted in the first place but then you were being so mean all the time. He figured he probably wasn’t being that great either but he started going to the casino more days than not just to be out of your hair and well, that wasn’t good for his finances. As fun as it was, Billy wasn’t a lucky guy. He still hoped he’d hit a jackpot or at least double his money but he was usually hitting cash out when he’d lost half of it.

“She’s not so bad, I think she’s just going through something,” he shrugs, looking at the tv.

“Maybe she needs to get laid,” his guest says, smoothing her over Billy’s crotch.

He chuckles, “Maybe. I gotta start getting ready for work.”

You did need to get laid and Billy thought it was unfortunate that it couldn’t be by him. He grabs the girls wrist and pulls it off of him, “Let me call you a cab.”

“Okay…” she pouts, and he walks to the phone, dialing the number he knew so well. He walks her out when the taxi arrives, but he turns his face when she goes to kiss him.

“Can I see you again?” she asks and Billy smiles awkwardly.

“I’ve got your number,” he says and waves her goodbye before going inside and hopping in the shower so he could start getting ready for his shift.

He hopes you’re back before he’s done so he an apologize for the whole creamer thing, he knew he shouldn’t have let her use the rest of it but he’d made the coffee and didn’t want to look stupid. He’d rather you look like a bitch, and he hated that. It wasn’t fair to you, and he thought he should be a little bit more considerate. He didn’t have to bring girls home every night, but they got his mind off of things and he was pretty much using them as a release- a kind of therapy.

He’s styling his hair when he hears that you’re home. He’d been frustrated with it, because he hadn’t had a haircut in so long it was just a mop of unruly curls doing whatever they wanted. He slips his boots on and opens his bedroom door, the front door wide open. He wanders out to your car and helps you carry the rest of the groceries in.

“I’m sorry,” he says when you start putting them away. “That was super uncool of me.”

“Everything you do is uncool,” you mutter under your breath, opening the cupboard to put away the boxes of rice you’d bought. Next, you pull dish soap from the bag and when you go to put it in its place on the sink. You look into it and notice Billy had cleaned up the mug you broke. That was cool of him, however he was the reason you’d broke it in the first place.

Billy groans, “Listen, we gotta talk. We have to work this out or I should move out.”

“No,” you sigh, finally bringing your eyes to meet his. “Don’t move out. I’m… I just need some space, okay? We can talk when you get home tonight.”

You glance over at the clock to see it nearing four, “You’re gonna be late.”

“I’m off at midnight, you’ll be awake when I get home?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, “I work 4-12 tomorrow too, so.”

Billy grabs his keys from the counter, nodding to you before leaving you all alone. You finish putting everything away and figure you should take a bath, calm your nerves. You pour yourself a glass of wine and start on some self care.

The club is packed for some odd reason. It’s a Thursday, these shifts are usually pretty boring for Billy. In fact, Thursday’s he usually cleans the floor drains out of pure boredom. He worries he’s not getting out of here at midnight like he’d planned but fuck, he was two hundred short on rent and the first of the month was just around the corner. Well, he wouldn’t have been two hundred short if it weren’t for his trip to the casino. He had his half of rent tucked away in his wallet and when his tip money ran out, he used his rent without a second thought. Well, the thought was that he could make it back or even more. Alas, he didn’t but Billy had a talent for survival, and he knew everything would be fine.

“Hi, is Cherry working tonight?” Billy freezes when he hears your stage name, he looks up to see a young guy staring back at him with a hopeful look in his eye.

He was no regular, your regulars already knew your schedule. This guy was different, he wore a fucking polo shirt and pressed slacks.

“I went to high school with her, heard she was dancing here and thought I’d stop by to see,” the guy says, and Billy can tell his intentions aren’t friendly.

“No one named Cherry works here,” Billy lies, easily, “Can I get you a drink?”

“Shit, she lied to me?” the guy asks and sits down at the bar, “I’ll take a Jack and Coke.”

Billy grabs a glass, filling it with ice before grabbing the neck of the Jack Daniels bottle.

“Sorry, bud,” he gives him an apologetic frown before counting the pour in his head, reaching for the soda gun and simultaneously filling the glass.

“It’s crazy, she told me this morning when I ran into her at the supermarket,” he purses his lips,

“Yeah, that sucks dude, chicks lie,” Billy says with a roll of his eyes, “Plenty of other girls dancing tonight.”

“Huh, she really doesn’t work here, ‘cause if you’d seen her you’d know these other bitches just don’t compare,” he shrugs.

“What a shame. It’s 3 for the drink,” Billy says, looking bored when he’s really just pissed off.

The guy slides a five to Billy, “I’m Chip.”

“And I don’t care,” Billy winks, grabbing the bill and walking back to the register.

“Why do you look so peeved?” Becky asks, leaning against the counter next to the register.

“Just an asshole customer,” he say’s quietly to her, pulling two dollars from the register to put it on the bar top.

“Hey, excuse me, maybe you know her. Does Cherry work here?” Chip asks and Becky sells Billy out.

“Yeah! She’s not here tonight though,” Becky smiles at him before walking back to her side of the bar.

Chip gives Billy an amused look, a smug smile on his face that Billy wants to punch. He sighs at being caught, “Look man, I have an obligation to protect these girls and I have no clue who you are.”

“Seems like you’d be hurting the business lying to dudes left and right, what if I had a fat tip for her?” Chip counters, bringing the drink to his lips.

Billy tries not to read into the insinuation, instead turning to the group of men walking up to the bar and taking their order. Chip chuckles softly before finishing his drink in two big gulps and trudging out of the club.

When Billy finally gets home it’s a little after two am and he’s surprised to walk into you blasting Foreigner on the stereo as you scrub away at the kitchen sink. He kicks his boots off by the door and walks into the kitchen. You look adorable, he thinks. Bright yellow gloves covering your hands and forearms add a pop of color to your rather simple pajamas, a simple black singlet and tiny spandex shorts. The clip in your hair doing a miserable job of keeping the strands up, loose pieces dangling around your neck.

“I’ve been waiting! For a girl like you to come into my life!” he sings exaggeratedly, raising his fist in the air, “I’ve been waiting for a girl like you and a love that will survive!”

You turn to him, an entertained expression smeared across your face and a smile breaking at your lips.

“You actually have a really nice voice,” you compliment him, impressed.

Billy snorts, patting your ass as he walks to the fridge and grabs a beer. “Ya think I can get a record deal?”

You stiffen at the gentle smack, but you know Billy’s just a touchy guy and it doesn’t necessarily mean anything. He walks over and turns the dial on the stereo, lowering the volume before walking back into the kitchen.

“Been cleaning all day? Place looks nice,” he muses.

Cleaning was something you did as a distraction, losing yourself in a good album and letting worrying thoughts fall behind. “Yeah, I got bored,” you shrug, rinsing the soap from the sink.

Billy smiles, “I saw the bottle of wine in the fridge, have a glass and sit with me. Take a break.”

That does sound nice, you think as you’re pulling the gloves off and tossing them around the faucet. “Have you eaten?” you call out, pouring a glass of moscato.

“I grabbed something on the way home,” he lets you know, sitting back on the couch and waiting for you.

When you sit, he wraps an arm around the back of the couch and coincidentally, your shoulders. He uses his other hand to pat his chest and you take the offer, leaning your back against him, holding your wine glass in your hand.

I Don’t Wanna Live Without You is the next song on your mixtape and it makes this whole thing feel so romantic. You’re not sure if you should just lean into it. Billy’s body feels warm against your back and you can feed his breath tickling your neck.

“So what do we do?” he asks, moving his hand to touch yours.

You sigh, “It’s been hard to push this stuff down.”

“Then why do it?” he wonders.

“Maybe it’s just lust,” you suggest, “Maybe all we really want is to just have sex.”

Billy laughs softly, “We could just do that then, who says we have to be together?”

You raise an eyebrow, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I don’t sleep around the way you do.”

He snorts at that, not really sure how to respond. He didn’t want to admit he’s only been so overboard with it because he gets so sexually frustrated at the sight of you. He had to get it out somehow.

“We could try it, I guess. If it doesn’t work then we just stop?” you think aloud.

“It’s just fun, we stop when it’s not fun anymore,” Billy says.

“If.”

“Huh?”

“We stop if it’s not fun anymore,” you correct him.

Billy pushes his nose against the back of your neck, you can feel him smiling against your skin. “So it’s a deal then?”

His breath against your neck makes you feel hot all over, “It’s a deal.”

Billy bites you then and you yelp, spilling your wine on the couch when you involuntarily jump.

“Shit,” he says, sitting up all the way, “I’ll get it.”

He saunters over the kitchen, grabbing a towel and bringing it back to wipe the couch. It’s definitely not how you’d clean it but you know the wine won’t stain the brown upholstery so you let it go.

“Thank you,” you say as you sit up.

Billy leaves to toss the towel in with the dirty laundry and when he gets back he says, “Oh, yeah, a guy came by the club looking for you.”

“Who?” you ask, shocked.

“Oh, god, he had such a douchey name! What was it?” he looks deep in concentration before he widens his eyes when he remembers, “Chip!”

You roll your eyes and groan, “I fucking hated that guy so much. We went to school together. I ran into him today and he asked what I was up to.”

Billy smirks, “He said he might’ve had a uh, fat tip to give you.”

“I’d rather have yours,” you say without thinking.

He laughs though and collapses back on the couch with you, pulling you onto his lap. It’s so easy being there, perhaps because you sat in men’s laps for a living. Still, it was rare a man like Billy would walk into the club. He wraps his arms around your waist and starts kissing at your shoulder. Your initial reaction is to recoil, the walls you’d spent forever building up hadn’t cracked yet. He must feel you tense up because he whispers into your ear, “Hey, relax. Let me make you feel good.”

His deep voice melts you, but his hands cupping your breasts over your thin tank top force you to drop your mouth open. Your body lights up with anticipation, you’d actually be sober enough to remember this. To see what all the fuss was about, why all those women were so loud in his bed. You tilt your head back, eyes looking up at Billy and he meets you with an intense gaze. His eyes are dark with lust and you wonder if he’d been desiring this as much as you have. He grazes his thumbs against your peeked nipples, biting his lip as he intently watches your face. You whine out his name and his lips turn up into a satisfied smile. Funny thing is, he’s not doing anything you’ve never experienced yet it feels like first time you’re being touched like this.

“Talk to me,” you demand softly, eyes fluttering shut as his hands move lower and rest on your stomach.

Billy laughs at that, tucking his fingers into hue waistband, “So you like dirty talk, eh?”

You blush as you admit, “I like your voice.”

It was one of the first indicators that you were attracted to him, when you’d hear his voice your entire body would ignite in arousal. Billy kisses against your temple, hands inching dangerously close to your aching core. He still isn’t talking, though so you look back up at him and see his face deep in concentration.

“What are—“

“I’m thinking!” he exclaims defensively, nudging your head with his chin.

A giggle erupts from you, “You can literally say anything. Your voice makes me so wet.”

You hear him groan softly, your self confidence raging from the confirmation that you turn him on too. “That works,” you pant, arching your back to try to wiggle his hand lower.

Billy licks against the shell of your ear and then bites the lobe, you feel it in your thighs as you moan out. He whispers against your ear, “You’re so fucking hot.”

Finally, you feel his fingers slide through your drenched folds and you bring your knees up and spread your legs further.

“Fuck— you’re soaking,” he continues and you’re head feels so fuzzy, the timbre of his voice only making his statement even truer.

“Mhm,” you moan out, “all because of you.” Your voice sounds foreign on your ears, higher pitched from the magic he’s doing on you.

“Yeah?” he breathes, sliding two fingers to your entrance and grazing the hole in circles.

You choke out another moan, much louder than the other ones and you get it. Those girls in his bedroom couldn’t keep quiet. It was impossible. His thick fingers were too damn perfect.

“Billy,” you pant, feeling his arousal present against your back.

He brings his fingers back up to your clit, scissoring the tender bud as he presses a sloppy kiss to your neck, his tongue feels so hot and certain against the skin. Your writhing against him, small moans and pants uncontrollably falling from your lips. His ministrations pick up an unbearably skilled rhythm, fast and then slow. It’s all so brutal.

“Take your fucking shorts off,” he demands as his free hand pulls your tank top up just above your breasts. You stand up to do so then turn to him.

“Yours too. Off,” you demand.

You wouldn’t dare tear your eyes away, watching as Billy kicks his boots off before hurriedly unbuttoning his pants and pushing them to his ankles along with his boxers. His cock springs out, slapping against his stomach and you groan at the sight of his red, leaking tip. You sit beside him this time, bringing your knees up to spread yourself for him. You lick your palm and reach down to wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing slightly as you turn to look at his face. He’s biting his lip, staring into you with those gorgeous blues. He then reaches down to rub your pussy again, groaning again at just how wet you are. You gasp out when he slides two digits inside, his actions a little more rough this time. You stroke him slowly, rubbing along his tip with your thumb every time you go up. He lets out a low moan. You turn your eyes forward and that’s when you catch it, you can see the reflection of you two on the empty TV screen. It excites you even more and your hips jerk forward.

“Billy,” you nod towards it, glancing to him to make sure he sees it too.

He laughs softly, spreading his fingers inside you and then pulls them out. He brings his palm up and slaps your pussy, clearly putting on a show for himself. And for yourself, you cry out at the strike, feeling as you clench around nothing. You squeeze his cock again, looking back to his face and smiling wide.

Billy moves to kiss you then, pulling his hands away and grabbing your wrist to pull yours away. He’s pinning you back on the couch and moving between your legs, deepening the kiss, grabbing onto your face as he does so.

You moan against his bruising lips, arms trapped beneath his strong body. His grip on your jaw is tight, his other hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling while he hastily licks into your mouth. You wiggle beneath him, desperate for him. Billy’s pulls back and grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. He leans back down and licks up your neck to your ear.

“Do not move your hands,” he demands, voice low and breath intoxicating against your ear. “Do I make myself clear?”

You whimper, “Yes, sir.”

Billy pats the side of your thigh, “Good girl.”

You ache all over in anticipation, so eagerly ready for whatever he wants to do to you. Another gasp falls from you as he licks the curve of your cleavage and his tongue descends down your stomach but entirely skips where you desire it most. You instinctively bring your hands to his hair when he presses his tongue to your inner thigh. You quickly realize your mistake and pull your hands away and bring them back over your head. But Billy won’t let you get away with it, he sits up and looks down at you.

“What did I tell you?” he asks, “Tsk tsk.” He shakes his head and wraps his fingers around your wrists.

“M’sorry,” you mumble as you squirm underneath him.

“Do I need to tie you up?” he asks, his other hand wrapping loosely around your throat and you’re speechless, gazing back at him with wide eyes and mouth agape. You can’t say you’re surprised Billy’s into this stuff but you are surprised by just how much you are.

“Is that a yes?” he tightens his fingers and you shake your head.

“I’ll be good,” you pant out breathlessly.

He leans his face down to yours, kissing you almost too chaste for the sinister way he’s behaving. He pulls back to continue teasing your thighs with broad strokes of his tongue. It’s starting to become overwhelming, you know you’re dripping down your thighs and you feel him licking it up slowly. You need his mouth on your pussy this instant, you need some kind of relief or you fear you might start crying due to frustration.

“Please,” you beg, “I need… I—“

Billy licks around your core, so close yet not quite there. He places a kiss on your hip and looks up at you, “What do you need?”

“You!” you whine.

Billy laughs, low and devious, “I’m right here.”

You whine again, squirming underneath him and digging your fingernails into your palms.

“Tell me what you need, kitten.”

His tongue smooths against your hip and you moan out, rocking up at him.

“I need your mouth on my pussy,” you plead, feeling your cheeks heat up as he makes you say it out loud. “Please…”

“Good job, dollface,” Billy grins up at you, smoothing his hand over your stomach.

“Please,” you beg some more, hoping it’ll make him move faster.

He hums before trailing kisses back down to your core, spreading you with his fingers as he licks a broad stroke from your hole to your clit. You swear you see fireworks behind your eyelids, letting out a breathless moan and arching slightly.

“Billy, yes,” you whimper out.

He’s fervent between your legs, almost like he’s been desperate to do it and doesn’t know when he’ll get to do it again. To be honest, you’d didn’t expect he was the type of guy to enjoy going down but you’re happily mistaken, feeling the pressure inside you pulled taut when he sucks on your clit.

“Ah—“ you moan out, the sound getting caught in your throat as Billy licks into your hole, his hands holding your thighs in place when he feels them begin to shake.

He looks up at you, “You gonna cum for me?” after he asks, he licks broadly through your folds and then begins lapping at your clit.

You pant out, “Yes, I’m…” then it crashes over you, hands diving into his curls and pushing his mouth against you as you ride his face. You cry out his name over and over, tears threatening to spill when he continues after you’ve climaxed, your hands pulling at his hair and you jolt up. He licks you clean until you’re whimpering and overstimulated.

Then his mouth is on yours, tongue pushing past your lips and you can taste yourself, you can feel how wet it is around his mouth, down to his chin. When he pulls back, his lips tug up and expose his teeth in a euphoric smile.

“Dear god,” you tell him, your breath coming out short, “I’ve never cum that hard in my entire fucking life.”

Billy laughs softly and you push his curls off his forehead, admiring his face hovering over you. His erection is apparent against your stomach, but he’s caressing your face and kissing your lips gently.

“Let’s go to my room,” you nudge his nose with yours.

Billy hums, kissing you again before pulling himself up to his feet and tugging you up with him. Your legs feel like jello and you wobble as you stand, so Billy lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you into your bedroom, flicking the light on before laying you down and settling beside you. You turn to him as he turns to you, staring into your eyes. You hook your leg over his waist and reach for his cock, guiding his tip through your folds before lining it up with your entrance. Billy bites his lip, pushing his hips up and you feel a few inches of him enter you. Your breath hitches up and your eyes fall shut, the girth of him a little intense at first.

He smooths his hand up the underside of your thigh, fingers feeling himself connected inside of you and he groans softly. You’re desperate to hear more noises from him, pushing him onto his back and straddling him. You lower yourself so he’s completely inside you, moaning hoarsely at the sensation. He makes a noise a little more higher pitched than you’re used to and it makes your head swim, palms pressing onto his chest as you start grinding against him, his fingers grip your hips.

“So fucking good,” he grits his teeth, tilting his head back slightly.

Your jaw falls open when he hits your g-spot with a particular swoop of your hips, fingernails digging in his chest as you try to recreate it over and over.

“You’re so fucking big,” you whine out, grabbing his hands and lacing your fingers. You press his hands into the sheets, above his head as you bounce up and down on his cock.

Billy licks his lips, “You take it so well.”

His voice drenched in pleasure surges more wetness from you and he groans low and husky. His eyes are scanning all over your body and face, enamored with all of it.

“Billy,” you pant out, “Oh, fuck, Billy…”

You let go of your hands and straighten your back, cupping your breasts and squeezing them as you ground down on him.

His hands are back on your hips, holding you still as he drills into you, his hips snapping up in reckless force. He hits your spot each time, causing you to arch your back and your hand to drop down to run quick circles against your clit. You can hear your skin slapping together and the little grunts and groans coming from him.

“Shit,” you curse, “I’m gonna fucking cum again!”

Billy grins up at you, “Thatta girl. Cum all over my cock, cum for me, princess.”

The praise does it, your body convulsing above him as you ride out your orgasm, dripping down his cock while you scream his name out.

He doesn’t give you any time to come down, flipping the two of you and pushing your knees up, hands on the backs of your thighs as he pounds into you from above. That’s got you screaming, hands grabbing onto any part of him you can.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, pulling out and moving to the side of you. You turn over and wrap your lips around his cock, moaning as he empties into your mouth. You suck, wanting every last drop you can get from this man. He’s a whining mess before you and dear god, you’re already ready for more.

Never in your life though, have you tasted cum so delicious. It’s not at all bitter and you’re confused but even more so, incredibly infatuated. You think either he’s meticulous about his diet or you’ve met your soulmate. And you’ve seen what Billy consumes, his cum should taste disgusting.

You’re lying on your backs, panting and holding hands with the laziest and happiest smiles.

“Is that what you thought it’d be like?” you ask.

Billy’s tone is perplexed, “We’ve had sex before.”

You turn to him, “I don’t remember it. Do you?”

He scrunches his face up, out of hurt or realization, you’re not sure. But then he says, “I guess not. Like bits and pieces.”

You’re curious now, “What do you remember?”

Billy’s face flushes, “I honestly think we were too drunk to even finish.”

You grin, “Aw, good ol’ whiskey dick.”

He cocks an eyebrow, “Whiskey clit? You couldn’t cum either.”

“Whiskey clit is definitely a thing. Probably more frustrating than whiskey dick,” you counter, cuddling up to his chest and looking at him. “What else though?”

Billy looks like he’s thinking hard, “I ate you out, I think… I’m pretty sure you were slapping my face?”

You hum, “Sounds like me.”

He laughs, “Well you didn’t slap me once just now.”

“That’s cause you were the boss this round, just wait an hour or two,” you tease him, pulling him into a kiss.

“You’re gonna be too exhausted to go to work tomorrow,” Billy says playfully and you hum happily.

“You too.”

“My job is much easier than yours,” he admits and you like that he thinks so. The physical aspect of your job wasn’t the hard part, it was the mental gymnastics. Having to turn the charm on for men who didn’t even see you as a person, pretending you were the perfect fantasy. And now the added bonus of Billy watching. That’s why you knew deep down, this whole thing was gonna go up in flames. This never worked out. Boyfriends didn’t work. And that wasn’t even considering boyfriends who worked with you. Boyfriends who had to pour drinks bought for their girlfriend by men eager to see her tits. Maybe Billy was different. You worried still.

“And higher paying for a reason,” you reply and he mocks offense.

“You bet your ass if they had a ladies night, I’d be on that stage in a heartbeat,” he assures you, rubbing his hand over your bare ass.

“I’d throw all my money at you, too,” you smile.

Billy chuckles, “And I’d use it to pay our rent.”

“Ooh, meta sugar daddy?”

He laughs hard at that and you feel proud, loving when you could make a man laugh. It felt even better making him laugh.

“Are you ready to go again?” you ask which makes him laugh once more.

“Thought you said an hour or two?”

“Yeah, but your laugh made me horny again,” you admit.

Billy pushes out a breath, “We could try. My dick twitched at you saying horny.”

You grin and sit up, pushing his hair of his forehead and looking at him. “Oh, god, Billy… you make me so horny. I’m just so fucking wet anytime I see you.”

“Or hear me,” he teases and you glance down to see his dick filling out again.

“Would you look at that?” you point out with a humble smile.

“Keep saying naughty stuff,” he pleads, fingertips caressing your cheek.

You giggle, bringing your lips to his ear to whisper, “You make me so hot, you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. Whenever I see you, all I want is for you to bend me over and take me. Wherever we are, whoever is around, I don’t care. I need your cock filling me up all the time, I’m so fucking desperate for it.”

“Alright,” Billy groans, pushing you onto your back and spreading your thighs against the sheets. He hovers over you, slapping his cock against your pussy and biting his lip as he watches.

“Need it,” you beg, wiggling under him, “Please, Billy.”

He slides inside you and you wrap your arms around his neck, moaning out at the feeling of being full again. You hook your legs around his waist and pull him flush against you. He grunts softly, rolling his hips excruciatingly slow. It’s nice and lazy, he kisses you and matches his rhythm, licking into your mouth every time he moves his hips back into yours.

“Mmm, you feel so amazing,” you muse, “Want you to be inside me all the time. Never wanna stop feeling this.”

Billy sucks in a breath, moving his hands to cradle your jaw as he peers into your eyes, the gaze intoxicatingly idolatrous. You feel panic creeping up but his loving smile diminishes it quickly. You gasp, moving your hand to his cheek and he drills into you particularly deep. Your moaning is breathy and high in tone, completely out of your control as he continues to pull them from you.

“Wanna make you feel this good all the time,” he purrs and it gives you the chills, your body trembling.

“Billy,” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut when he speeds his movements up. The sensation in the pit of your stomach letting you know that you’re there again. You pull him closer, softly chanting his name as he pulls the third orgasm from you and he’s soon after you, pulling out to shoot onto your stomach. You sigh, body going limp as he pulls away. You manage to look down at his cum on your stomach and you’re stunned by how much it is. You think, God damn, this dude must be so fertile, as you wipe it up with your fingers and bring it to your mouth, loving the taste of him.

Billy leans down to kiss your forehead and then lays down beside you, pulling you to him and kissing your neck and shoulder.

You feel so elated, you feel so cared for and so in love. You know it’s not good but you can’t stop it, you cling to him and don’t let go for the rest of the night.

#billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove smut

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zipperrants · 29 days

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more of me and my mutuals as incorrect quotes because Imma do this until i get more reblogs on my shifting stuff

Mars: I love you. Maddie: Me too.

Mars: Can we get a birthday cake? Nia: It’s not your birthday. Mars: The cake won’t know!

Zipper: I just got the best idea I've ever had in my entire life! *Later* Mars, to Zipper: That was the worst idea you’ve ever had in your entire life.

*Moony teaching Nia to drive and taking Zipper along for the ride* Moony: That's a pothole. To the left! Nia: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole* Zipper, sticking their face into the front over the center console: Cha Cha real smooth. Nia: I don't think that's how the song goes. Moony, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home. Nia: Country Roads. Zipper: To the place. Nia and Zipper in unison: I Belong! Moony, crying harder: What the fuck?

*The gang's thoughts on stabbing* Maddie: Would never stab anyone. Mars: Would stab someone in retaliation. Zipper: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first. Nia: Would stab without warning. Ness: Would stab as a warning.

Daniel: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it. Daniel: Everything will be fine. You have no choice. Mars: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that? Daniel: Ominous positivity.

Zipper: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone. Moony: Mine just says "Moony no." Zipper: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

Nia, after sneaking into Maddie’s bedroom: Hey, wake up! Maddie, half awake: Huh!? Nia: I just murdered your entire family! Maddie: ...But I live alone. Nia: Huh? Then who are these people in your house??? Maddie: There’s people in my house? Nia: Well not anymore! Dumb bitch! You could’ve died! You’re welcome!

Mars: Hey! Wanna hear a joke? Zipper: Sure. Mars: Your life! Zipper: Actually, my life isn’t a joke, jokes have meaning. Mars: Zipper, no.

Daniel: When's the last time you slept? Zipper: Uh... a few days ago, I think. Daniel: A few- how many?! Zipper: Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers... Daniel: What you need is sleep!

Zipper: Hi- Ness: Leave before there's a terrible misunderstanding between my foot and your ass.

Ness: Hey Daniel, do you have any hobbies? Daniel: Swimming.. Ness: Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to- Daniel: In a pool of self hatred and regret.

kitty: Life is like Zipper. It's short.

Daniel: Hey Kitty, check out this funny .GIF I found! Kitty: It’s pronounced “jif”. Daniel: Huh? Kitty: “Dot jif”, like the peanut butter. The creator said so. Daniel: That’s dumb, it’s Graphics Interchange Format. Kitty: The P in .JPEG stands for “photographic”, but I bet you don’t say “J-pheg”. Daniel: “P” on its own isn’t pronounced like “F”, that’s totally different! Kitty: It’s exactly the same! Daniel: Name one word that starts with “G” pronounced like “J”. Kitty: Gentrification. Daniel: Shoot, should have thought of that. I was just in San Francisco. Kitty: For your logic to be consistent, you’d have to say “skuh-bah” (scuba) or “lah-seer” (laser)! Daniel: Yeah? Well, you’d have to say “J-pej”! Daniel: …Wait, “laser” is an acronym? Kitty:Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation. Daniel: Huh. Didn’t know that. Daniel: You’re still wrong, though. Kitty: You just hate me because I’m right. Daniel: I just hate you in general. Kitty: You mean in “geh-neral”? Daniel: Ugh, I’m “joing” to kill you!

Mars: What are y’all’s favorite things to wake up to? Ness: Breakfast in bed! Kitty: Emails from AO3! Nia: My favorite thing to wake up to is not waking up at all. Nia: The screams of my enemies are a close second though.

Zipper: When life gives you lemonades, make lemons! Life will be all like "whaAttT?" Kitty: Life lessons that schools can't teach you.

Mars: Act natural. Kitty: For this kind of situation, the most natural thing would be to panic, so technically I can panic. Mars: NO, that’s not what I meant! Act like it’s a normal day! Kitty: My ‘normal’ days of late, consist of a lot of panic. Mars: Will you just cooperate? Kitty: When a person is panicking, they are not apt to cooperate very well!

STARING

@romanoffshifting as Daniel

@realitycanbewhateveridesire as Ness

@moonyshifter as Moony

@shiftingwithmars as Mars

@theshifterbear as Nia

@shift-dreamr as Kitty

@maddies-chronicles as Maddie

Me as Zipper

#zipper rants #zipper is back on their bullshit

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rikopatter · 7 months

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all the time? that isn't normal.

i know that already and it's fine. every day i hear it. when i walk on the sidewalk, while i sit in my room, and while i watch the sun set.

it's like that most days. not bad, just kinda there. it isn't overwhelming or anything! it is just there. it's like when you have a rock in your shoe but when you take it off and try and shake the rock out nothing is there?

it isn't bad. it just is.

i heard it again! i recorded it this time so that i know i'm not just hearing my air filter.

see? well i guess, hear? it is just there! no it isn't my microphone. it is like silence but weighty. i recorded my room normally and you can hear that right? it is different and has like the noise of the room. there is the air filter, the sound of the building's vents, and all of that. but in this one it's just not there? like somebody but the whole room on mute.

it just is.

now it's there all the time. i can't stay in my room for too long before i start getting anxious and feel like something is peaking over my shoulder. not in like a "AAHHHH OH GOD A MURDERER" way more in like a "mom waiting for me to come down to dinner" way? i recorded it again but it sounds the same as before.

I am not going back in there. I'm just not.

i tried sleeping in there last night and i couldn't relax. it was just so loud. no not like actually loud just sorry i sorry. yeah i know, i know, you don't have to do that you know? i can deal with it myself. okay. yeah, yeah. . . thank you. sorry.

it is bad.

we tried to sleep in there. they actually fell asleep but they looked so scared. i might just be projecting. i tried falling asleep but my eyes wouldn't rest. i kept seeing a mosaic whenever i closed my eyes. like an oil slick that was dancing. i didn't hear anything.

they don't want to leave. i tried to wake them up and they were upset at me. when i asked if they wanted breakfast they didn't answer and just stared at closet. i checked in there already, it doesn't come from there.

i think they are okay now, after they cried and i brought them water they just wanted out. i got their stuff and drove them home.

i know. i know. shhh it's okay. you don't have to be there anymore. yeah i have. yeah, all the time. i usually just don't sleep or pass out on the couch. i don't know. . .why are you apologizing? no you didn't do anything, it's okay. i'll be fine. i'll see you later okay? i'm always here for you. don't beat yourself up okay? see you later

It isn't normal.

my whole place is like that now. i haven't slept in a while. i don't think i can do anything. my room isn't right anymore. the lights turn on but the light makes everything hurt, not stabbing but aching. sometimes when i'm hiding in the bathroom, i'll hear a step and start crying.

hearing anything is not good. whatever this is messes with the sound. i kept recording for the first few weeks but now i can't hear the video in the apartment.

I can't. What if I can fix it?

my room isn't mine anymore. my entire apartment is wrong and nobody will come to visit anymore. i don't blame them, i don't know why i'm even here still. i've tried everything. i even stayed in my room for a night but i still haven't stopped checking over my shoulder. i don't know if i can do anything. i have to try, right?

it is so quiet. i can't hear my breathing. it doesn't even feel like i'm me anymore. i don't remember where the door is. help

i can't hear myself i can't see anything i don't know if anybody is out there anymore it's been in here too long i can't see outside

Hey Babe, I am so happy you are feeling better! It was soo draining to see you like that! Now we can go out and I can introduce you to all my friends! Oh, sweetheart. You don't have to worry about them, they can't hurt you anymore! I made sure of it!

all the time. it's bad.

help.

#alyxpost #i wanted to make a thing so i made this!#is spooky :)#writing #fiction

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adzeisval · 1 year

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Vigil

Sequel to Stranded and Emergency. Part one here. Part two here.

Lucius was exhausted. He sat in the shade and tried to eat and drink what Pete was handing to him and he really really wanted to take a nap but he was too worried. Ed had carried Izzy into the galley as fast as he could but Lucius wasn’t sure if anything could be done.

A while later they’d all heard Izzy cry out in pain.

Everyone was quiet, they were all just sitting and waiting. Lucius didn’t want to hear Izzy cry in pain again. That wasn’t really what he was listening for though. If Izzy didn’t make it there Ed would probably cry loud enough for them all to hear. It made Lucius want to cry thinking about it.

Finally Roach came out and Lucius held his breath.

“Izzy’s alive, right now he’s stable, but he has a fight ahead of him,” Roach said.

Lucius sighed in relief, “Can I see him?”

“If you’re quiet, he needs to rest. Are you alright Lucius?”

“I’m fine. Tired, but fine.”

“Get some rest, then you can come see Izzy,” Roach said. Lucius wasn’t sure if he would be able to sleep, but knowing Izzy was doing well, and having Pete and Fang fuss over him he fell asleep and slept all evening and all night.

Roach kept his word and let Lucius see Izzy in the morning. Izzy was lying slightly on his side cocooned in pillows and blankets. He looked so small, so fragile, curled up like that. He was still pale and his breathing was still labored but he didn’t look as close to death as when Lucius had last seen him.

Ed was sitting with Izzy, and looked like he had been there all night.

“Is there anything I can do?” Lucius asked.

“I don’t want to leave him just yet but when I do, we’re going to need someone to watch Izzy. You could help with that.”

“I will. I know Jim wants to help as well. We all do.”

“I’m glad. I know he can be a pain in the ass,” Ed said, “And thank you, for comforting him on the island. I’m glad he wasn’t alone.”

“I’m glad he made it.”

For the next month the entire crew focused on helping Izzy recover. They all took watches to make sure someone was with him at all times.

The most critical time was just after the tube came out, but Izzy’s lung didn’t collapse again. Whatever injury caused the bleeding seemed to resolve itself. They were able to move Izzy to his room.

Lucius sat beside Izzy’s bed. Izzy’s breathing was much less labored but it was still clear it hurt him. Izzy was fighting fever and infection. Lucius changed the cloth on his forehead several times. When Izzy would wake Lucius would try to get him to drink. Roach had provided a strong broth and fruit juice to help Izzy keep his strength up.

It still seemed so uncertain.

“Was there something in particular?” Roach asked when Lucius voiced his concern.

“No. I just thought it wouldn’t take so long. He still looks so weak. Still looks like he could die.”

Roach sighed, “He could Lucius. I don’t think he will, I think he’ll pull through but in reality we still could lose him.”

There was a night a week later where it seemed like Izzy might pass. His fever burned hot, his breathing seemed more labored again, and no one could wake him. Ed stayed by his side through the night. Lucius didn’t get much sleep. Jim was pacing around the ship in the dark.

Izzy made it through the night. His fever broke a day later. Izzy got better every day. Izzy got to the point where he didn’t need someone with him all the time, but the crew still took shifts checking in on him.

About a month after the incident Lucius went to Izzy’s room with breakfast and found Izzy up and dressed.

“Morning Spriggs,” he said.

“Izzy, it’s so good to see you up and about.”

“Not sure how long I’ll be up, but I need to get out of this fucking room.”

“I can imagine.”

Izzy looked at him a moment, “Thank you Lucius. I’ll thank the rest of the crew as well. I…I didn’t think any of you would…” Izzy swallowed hard, tears coming to his eyes.

“Care about you? We do Izzy. We might not get along all the time but No one wants you to die.”

Izzy sighed, “You’re all gonna make me fucking cry.”

“Probably,” Lucius said.

“Just no fucking hugs. Don’t need to break any more ribs.”

Lucius smiled, “No hugs. For now.”

#ofmd #izzy hands #lucius spriggs #edward teach #izzy whump #happy ending

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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Won't You Be My Bodyguard? - Steve Rogers X Female (Celebrity) Reader

Title: Late Night Call

Steve Rogers X Female (Celebrity) Reader

Additional Characters: Stalker (Mentioned), Interviewer, and the Lady

WC: 2,502

Warnings: Stalkers, cursing, embarrassment, slight angst, fluff, slight suggestiveness (blink you'll miss it), crying, and sharing a bed

Waking up bright and early, you made sure to get ready. You took a quick shower and did your hair before dressing in a simple pantsuit. You were going to be interviewed today and wanted to make sure you looked nice. After finishing your routine, you left your room to be pleasantly surprised once more with breakfast. It had been less than a week since Steve first cooked you breakfast, and the pictures from your stalker came. Since then, you and Steve had been binding pretty well.

You really liked Steve. He was very sweet. Every morning making you breakfast, even though he didn't have to. Watching movies, or playing board games with you. He was fun to talk to. Smart, witty, funny. On top of that, he was really protective, and you guess that was just part of his job. He was really good at being a fake boyfriend that you almost forgot is was fake in the first place.

After breakfast, Steve grabbed his keys and led you to his black SUV, opening the door for you. It was warm and sunny; a perfect day. As Steve drove, you looked out the window, watching as trees blurred and cars zoomed past.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Steve asked, glancing over at you, his brows furrowed.

"Hmmm... Yeah, I think so." You smiled, looking at the handsome man sitting next to you. "What about you?" You still felt guilty that he was sleeping on your couch.

Steve chuckled, "I slept amazing, darling," He spoke, bringing his hand up and gently rubbing your knee briefly before putting his hand back on the wheel.

'Damn, he was really good.' You thought.

Steve had even in the past couple of days taken in nicknaming you. You didn't know if he was doing if for the whole boyfriend thing or if he was genuine about it. No matter, the little nicknames he gave you made your heart race and your stomach erupt into butterflies so you didn't mind.

Pulling up at the place where you were going to get interviewed, Steve parked the car and got out first, opening your door for you and helping you out. You walked together into the building, Steve's hand ghosting your lower back as he subtly looked around the room.

"Ah, Miss L/N, come right this way." A lady spoke from a hallway. "We'll get you all set up."

As she began to lead you away, Steve tried to follow but she stopped him.

"Uh, sir, you can wait in the waiting room." She spoke but you interjected.

"Could he please come? He's my... Boyfriend." You spoke, blushing at how foreign the word was upon your tongue.

The lady sighed and nodded, before leading the two of you into where the interview was going to be held.

After they hooked up a mic to you and you got introduced to the interviewer, they began rolling the cameras.

"Hello, Y/N! Thank you for coming." The interviewer spoke, holding a small notebook in his hands as he smiled at you.

"Thank you for having me." You spoke, putting a smile on your face. "On your Instagram, you've posted about your new relationship. So, tell us about him. How long have you known each other? Who is your mystery boyfriend?" He asked, causing you to blush slightly at how forward the question was.

"Um..." You began, taking a quick glance at Steve from somewhere behind all the cameras, who gave you a small smile and nod. "We've known each other for a while. His name is Steve." You replied, hesitantly.

"Wow, it's been a whirlwind romance, huh?" The interviewer teased, earning a chuckle from you.

"Yeah, I guess." You hummed, blushing at how corny you sounded. "He's been amazing, I feel really lucky to have him. He's always there when I need him." You told him, crossing your legs.

"Sounds like a keeper to me." The interviewer spoke, before continuing, "You've said in the past that you wouldn't start dating or starting anything serious because of your job. What changed your mind?" He asked, prompting you to sigh a bit.

"Well, yes I do remember saying that." You laugh a little. "But, I think what changed was meeting Steve. After meeting him, he definitely swept me off my feet." You explained, Shrugging with another laugh.

"It sounds like you found the right guy for you." The interviewer spoke, which earned a small smile from you, before he continued. "What about marriage or children? I understand that you don't want to reveal any personal information but is there anything you can tell us?"

"I'm not thinking that far into the future at the moment." You shut down the question quickly. "I'd rather enjoy my present than worry about the past and future."

~~~

You sighed as Steve opened the condo door for you, kicking off your shoes you plopped down on the couch, slouching a bit. Steve bit his lip as he walked over, sitting beside you.

"You alright?" He asked and you nodded, shutting your eyes as you rubbed your face, exhausted.

"Yeah, just tired. Sorry." You apologized, resting your head against the back of the couch.

Steve brushed your hair out of your face, "Don't apologize. It's fine." He spoke, reaching up and pulling you closer to his side so you laid your head on his shoulder.

"Steve, I am sorry." You speak, sighing as he turns to look at you.

Steve tilts his head, "For what?"

"I didn't know they were going to ask about you. Well, I sort of did, but I didn't know they were going to ask questions about all of that." You explain, biting your lip slightly.

Steve furrows his brow, "I don't care what anyone says about me. I wouldn't let it bother you." He assures you. "Plus, this was going to happen eventually." He added.

"Yeah, I know."

Steve hummed, rubbing your arm as you rested your head on his chest, closing your eyes to rest. He was nice to you, and you couldn't help but feel safe and comfortable around him. He was so kind and patient with you, and had made the most delicious food. You never knew someone could cook so well.

When you woke, you were laying on the couch, a pillow under your head and a blanket covering you. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, slightly confused. Checking your phone on the coffee table; it was around seven pm. Looking around, Steve was nowhere to be found. Getting up, you walked around the condo. Steve wasn't in the bathroom, your room, nor the kitchen or closet. Your heart began to race as you wondered where he was. Anxiety fills your veins.

Suddenly, your phone rang from the living room and you quickly rushed to it. You picked it up and answered it with a smile on your face.

"Hello? Steve? Is that you?" You called through the phone, only to receive silence, your smile falling.

"Hello?" You tried again.

On the other line, you then heard heavy breathing, making your skin crawl. This wasn't Steve. You hang up the phone quickly, looking around, shaking. You quickly push your phone away and grabbed the blanket off the couch. Tears began to run down your cheeks as your breathing quickened. It was getting dark and that unnerved you even more as you quickly turned on the main light and huddled in the corner of your living room. Wrapping the blanket around you tightly, you tried to slow your breathing but you couldn't. Your mind was haunting you with the heavy breathing on the other line. You felt like there was someone in the room with you and it scared you.

You sit there, frozen, tears pouring down your cheeks as you try to calm yourself. You're shivering and your teeth are chattering. Suddenly, the condo door opened and Steve entered. He noticed you in the corner, crying, and quickly shut the door, dropping the groceries, and running to you.

"Y/N? Are you alright? What's wrong?" He asked, kneeling down in front of you.

Your lip quivered as you jumped into his arms, "You were gone. And I got a call and I thought it was you but it wasn't and all I could hear was heavy breathing." You sobbed as Steve held you close to him.

"Shhh, it's okay. I got you." He reassures you, rubbing your back soothingly. "Was it a stalker?" He asked, pulling back to look at you.

"I think so... But, I don't know for sure, 'cause I've never heard them talk before." You sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "Where were you?" You then asked.

"I went to the store. I got food for tonight and your favorite ice cream." Steve spoke, kissing your forehead as he pulled you into him, pressing his lips to your head.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here." He whispered, rocking you softly.

You sniffle and nod, "It's okay..." You whisper back, hugging him tight.

Steve then stood up with you, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm sorry I left without telling you, but I promise, I won't leave you alone anymore." He reassured you, wiping your tears away with the soft pads of his thumbs.

"Promise?" You whimpered.

You were terrified of being by yourself now, you didn't want to be alone.

"I promise." He spoke, "Do you want some ice cream?" He asked, and you nodded.

~~~

Grabbing the ice cream, Steve opened the seal and scooped three big scoops of your favorite ice cream into a big bowl. You watched next to him, your hand clenched around his shirt as he placed it on the table. Passing you a spoon, you grabbed it and the bowl, waiting for Steve to make his bowl before going to the couch together.

"What do you want to watch?" He asked, grabbing the remote and turning on the tv.

"Anything but scary movies." You spoke lightly, taking a spoonful of ice cream.

Steve laughed lightly, "Alright. Nothing scary."

"Thank you." You thanked him, eating more of your sweet treat.

Steve smiled and patted your leg, "You're welcome," He hummed, turning on a movie.

"You should eat too. It's melting" You called to him, pointing at the bowl of his own ice cream.

"It's alright, darling. I like my ice cream a bit melty." He spoke, making you smile a bit.

"You like it like a milkshake then?" You asked and Steve shrugged with a nod.

"Yeah, I never really thought of it like that, but yeah, like a milkshake." He hummed, chuckling as you took another bite.

You then sat the rest of your ice cream on the table, and Steve raised an eyebrow at you, you looked up at him and shrugged.

"I want a milkshake too."

Steve chuckled, wrapping his arm around you as the two of you paid attention to the movie in front of you.

"Wait... Is this the Bee Movie?"

"...Yes."

~~~

As the movie ended, both you and Steve yawned simultaneously.

"Wanna head to bed?" He asked and you nodded, but you didn't get up, anxiety filling you once more.

"You alright?" Steve asked, watching as you bit your lip.

You let out a weary sigh, fidgeting in your seat as you fumbled with your fingers in your lap. "Could you..." You began, before pausing.

You didn't want to be alone. Especially after that call. You felt like a kid who couldn't sleep without their parents. It was slightly embarrassing. You didn't even know if Steve would agree to it anyway. But, you continued your question.

"Could you... Stay with me? In my bed." You asked softly, before adding quickly, "For the night." You added, biting your lip nervously.

Steve perked up and looked at you, "If you want me too. And if that would make you feel safe." He told you, his voice gentle.

You smiled a bit, "That would be nice." You admitted shyly.

Steve nodded with a smile, taking your hand and leading you to your room. Steve sat on your bed, fiddling with his own hands as you left to get changed in the bathroom. You came out a few minutes later wearing a tank top and silk shorts, Steve stood up as you stepped out of the bathroom. He looked at you, smiling warmly as you approached.

"Uh, the bathroom's ready. What side do you want?" You asked, gesturing to the bed.

"Left. Thank you." He spoke before heading to the bathroom and shutting the door.

You let out a heavy yet shaky sigh, clenching your hands before heading to your bed and getting on your side. You nuzzled deep into your pillow, pulling the blanket over you as you curled up. You were still nervous, but you were a different type of nervous. You were beginning to regret asking Steve to sleep in the same bed as you.

The bathroom door opened and Steve walked out, wearing his tank top and sweats. Hesitantly, he walked over and sat down on the bed. You felt slightly better seeing that he was nervous too.

"Come on, I'm not going to bite. Neither is the bed." You mumble, as Steve let out a small laugh.

"Mind if I take this off?" He asked, pointing to his tank top, and you shook your head.

"Nah, whatever makes you comfortable." You reply, and in one swoop, Steve's tank top was neatly folded on the floor.

Steve then got under the covers, turning to you on his side, resting his hand under his head as he looked at you, and you, him.

"I see how it is, you gave me the less comfy pillows." He muttered softly, making you chuckle.

"Oh, so now you're complaining?" You teased and Steve rolled his eyes.

You snuggle deeper into the blankets, feeling warm and cozy as Steve sighs.

"Don't fall asleep." You warn him, but Steve just hums, his breath tickling your face from how close he was to you.

He looks back at you, his eyes half-closed. "Hard not to."

"Good night, Steve." You whispered back, closing your eyes.

"Good night, darling."

~~~

The sun through the closed blinds still made its way onto your face. Squinting your eyes slightly, you scooted closer to your pillow. Your nice, very warm, pillow with a heartbeat. Pillow with a heartbeat? You quickly opened your eyes, face to face with Steve's very nice chest. You then felt his strong, warm arm across your waist, the tips of a couple of his fingers under the hem of your tank top, warm against your cool skin. His legs intertwined in between yours, and his deep, steady breathing tickling your neck.

Well, this was one way to wake up. Knowing it was still pretty early out, you simply tried to calm your racing heart and shut your eyes, nuzzling back into Steve’s chest as you quickly fell back to sleep.

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juulle987 · 2 years

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Where’s darkness, there's light

⋆ ✶ ★ ☾ ★ ✶ ⋆ Tamlin x Aelia (OC)

summary: Aelia Archeron, the oldest of the four Archeron sisters, she tries to find her own way in her new life after being made. To everyone’s surprise she ends up where no one would’ve thought possible: In the Spring Court together with the beast. Will Aelia be able to bring Tamlin back from his darkness? Will she be the light he’s been looking for all his life?

TW: each chapter will have its own TW

note: English is not my first language. All mistakes are mine. This is an AU in which Tamlin is cursed and needs to find true love (more like ‘Beauty and the Beast’ as the originals were)

Update: I’ve decided to change this a bit, as at the moment I’m not in the mood of writing an entire series. Although most part of it are already written down, I utterly dislike it and have no inspiration to change it the way I want it. But the main theme is still standing: Tamlin x Aelia Archeron, and their way together. I will also add a few drabbles on how Aelia met the IC, how and why she ended up in the Spring Court, what happens with her and Tamlin. Things like that 😊

wc: 917 TW: fluff, lots of fluff. Pregnancy. Birth.

🌹

I wake up to a breeze coming into the bedroom. My mate knows how much I love the fresh air of Spring.

I stretch my limbs before slowly getting out of bed. My back hurts like crazy and I desperately need something to drink. So I make my way from our room, down the hallway and staircase. There I can already hear the voices coming from the living room. My heart is so full of love at hearing them, I got the feeling it’s about to burst. Each and every day I thank the Cauldron and the Mother for giving me this life. My mate. My husband. My family.

The view I’m being greeted with brushes a huge smile on my face. I see my mate, husband, my equal, the love of my life, playing with our children: Elora and Finn. Those two are are an iron copy of their father. Green eyes, blonde hair, same nose and mouth. The only thing they inherited from me are the freckles, and I can’t help but think if my genes even had any say in the making.

As usually when nothing is on our plan the children are still dressed in their pyjamas, Tamlin only wearing his sleeping shorts. Which he got after Elora was born. Not wanting to traumatise our daughter by running butt naked into her nursery when she’s crying.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, my little light?”

“Can we go to Rosehall today? I want to pick some flowers for mummy.”

“Or course we can, Elora.” He kisses her in the head, then looks up at me. The love in his eyes clearly visible. And so are the sleepless nights since we started our family five years ago.

“Look who’s there.”

Both, Finn and Elora, turn their heads towards me, running into my arms and giving me tight hugs.

“Mama! Boobelly cakes.”

“Did you make some blueberry pancakes?”

Finn nods enthusiastically.

“Oh, Thank you. I bet their the best I ever tasted.” I give him a kiss before I send him back to play.

Tamlin comes over to me, putting on hand on my nine months pregnant belly and gives me one of those kisses that say more than he could ever express himself. He nozzles his nose into my hair before kissing my temple.

“How did you sleep, my light?”

“I slept good, but your child kept me awake. Although I am not sure whether they fought or danced.”

“If they are anything like us, then definitely the latter.”

I can’t help but giggle at his words before I take his hand and together we walk over to Finn and Elora. I make myself comfortable in an armchair, as sitting down on the floor is literally impossible at my current state. After a while Tam and Elora make their way into the kitchen, which is connected to the living room, and prepare breakfast. Together with sit at the dining table, eating, discussing todays events. All three of them want to go to Rosehall, but as rising as well as winnowing is too dangerous for me, I decide to stay at home and get the nursery and Finn’s new room ready.

I love the house Tamlin had build many moons ago. After Rosehall had been back to its former glory, if not even better, we both decided that we wanted to stay somewhere more private. The day I stepped into this house for the very first time, I knew that I wanted to spent the rest of my days here. Together with the people I love the most - my very own family.

🌹

Three weeks later our house is filled with my screams. The babe wants out and I want to sleep.

Tamlin is sitting by my side, holding my hand. Being honest I wonder how I haven’t broken each and every bone in his hands yet.

Our oldest children are with their uncle Lucien. I don’t want them to hear their mummy screaming her soul out and swearing colourfully at their father for doing this to me.

“Just a few more pushes, my High Lady.” Our healer, Naenia, the only one Tam and I trust, says while her apprentice gets everything ready. Just as she said, after a few more pushes our latest addition to the family finally makes their appearance. Taking their first breath and wailing - the most beautiful sound a mother and father could ever hear.

“Congratulations, my High Lady and High Lord, it’s another boy.” Naenia wraps the babe up in a towel and hands him over to me. She gives Tamlin the scissors, and just like he did with the other two children, he cuts the umbilical cord, before settling next to me again.

“Welcome into this world, Felix of Rosehall. I am your daddy,” Felix wraps his tiny, tiny hand around Tam’s little finger, “and this is your wonderful, beautiful mummy.”

Tamlin kisses me on the forehead. I place my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around Felix and me.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. We love you.”

I snuggle closer into him, breathing in his scent and warmth.

“But Tam, this was the last one.”

“We’ll see about that, my freckle.”

“Three children are more than enough. Especially in such a short time span.”

“Then let’s wait a few decades or centuries.”

“You will be the death of me.” I turn my head so I can give him a kiss.

“And I intent to exactly be that.”

#tamlin #acotar #sjmass #sjm fic #anti inner circle #tamlin x oc #tamlin acotar #a court of thorns and roses #tamlin x aelia #pro tamlin #tamlin fanfic

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Broken+broken=fixed

Steve chetead on you but Bucky's there to show you what love really is.

Steve x reader -> Bucky x reader

Mention of nightmares, trauma, human lab rat

A bit angst

English isn't my first language so i apologize if they're mistakes.

Don't copy, translate or repost without tagging!

Part 1.

I meat Steve almost 2 years ago when I was trying to run from Hidra. I was a lab rat. They always wanted perfection. Perfect serum more specifically so they constantly made new versions that they needed to test. That's where I come in. I was the human tester. Well, after 27 versions of the serum I don't know how human I am anymore. They started when I was a baby. And never stopped. When they realized they can no longer control me they tried to kill me. Nothing worked. So they settled for hurting me enough to make me to weak to run. They tested weapons on me now. But I escaped. I was so lost until Steve came into my life. He helped me get away and even got me accepted in his team of superheroes. We've been dating for little over a year now. Everything was great in the beginning. He was nice, sweet, thoughtful. A gentleman. Last 2 months were different. He was cold and distant. He missed all our dates and movie nights. I would be asleep at the time he would come home. Mornings were awful. He couldn't get out faster. I felt something was off but I put it on the stress of finding Bucky and trying to help his best friend to get back on his feet.

Now 2 more months passed since Bucky came to leave with us. He didn't like me. I tried everything. Making him breakfast, baking cookies for him, inviting him to movie nights. Nothing. He would avoid me with all costs. If he had to be around me he would ignore me. It bugs me. He's my boyfriends best friend and he hates me.

4 months since Bucky has been living with Steve and I

Steves on a mission. Has been for 2 weeks now so it's just me and Bucky. He has nightmares every night. Tonight it's no different except that I can't listen to him anymore. He hates me but needs a friend right now.

*Knock knock*

"Bucky? Are you ok?" No answer. "Can I come in?" I hear some shuffling inside and the door opens. Shirtless. His shirtless.*hot hot hot* He's covered in sweat. Eyes red and puffy. He looks scared and sad.

"What do you want?"

"I know you had another nightmare. Are you ok? Do want to talk about it? Do you need anything? Water? Food? A hug?"

"I'm fine. Why can't you just leave me alone. I don't want to be friends i don't like you"

"No you're not fine. And why do you have to sound so rude when I'm just trying to help you? I know you don't like me. I get that. You made it obvious from day one but I'm not your enemy Bucky. I don't know why you hate me but I'm just trying to help you. I know what it feels like. I know the nightmares and shit. And i know Steve told you about my past. I just want to help you and you're always such a jerk to me. But fine. You don't want my help? OK! But then be quiet and let me sleep. I felt bad for you Bucky. For what they did to you . But not anymore. You know why? Because you refuse to get help. You don't want to get better. You've been pushing people away from day one. You want to be alone? Perfect! Be alone! But I need sleep so shut up!"

I'm awful. Where did all this come from?

Bucky was stunned and hurt so he shut the door in my face. I went back to my room and back to sleep just to wake up 10 min later to a crying Bucky sitting in my room.

"You ok ?"

"No. But you already know that."

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry. I know i was an ass. I just don't know what to do. I'm scared and and and i want a hug please "

I moved a little and patted the spot next to me telling Bucky to sit down.

Next morning was a bit tense. We fell asleep cuddling and woke up with him spooning me. Morning+man = something poking my ass but hey he can't control that. At least he slept without nightmares and honestly i haven't sleept that good in a while.

I was making breakfast when my phone buzzed

Steve: mission's going to last a few more weeks. Is buck ok?

Me: He's fine. How long is it going to be? I miss you babe❤️

Seen

Me: call me when you can. Take care of yourself. Love you ❤️❤️

Seen

*Wow. Boyfriend of the year huh*

Part 2

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan x reader #winter solider x y/n #winter solider imagine #steve kemp x you #steve kemp x y/n #steve kemp x reader #steve kemp smut #steve kemp imagine #steve kemp fic

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Ch.57 - Valentine's Day

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Simon plans a thoughtful surprise for Kiera on the day of love.

February 14th, 2023 - Valentine's Day

The day of love - a day Simon never looked forward to for as long as he could remember. Waking up just before sunrise, Simon lay on his back on the bed he and Kiera shared, his free hand rubbing small circles along her bare arm while her back faced him, small breaths escaping through her nose while she slept. So beautiful.

In his other hand, his phone was facing him as he browsed the internet for Valentine's Day ideas. Make it special for her, Simon. Don't steal other people's ideas, he cursed to himself as he continued to look at his recent Google searches, nearly embarrassed for himself:

what to do with my girlfriend on valentines day

do women prefer strawberries or chocolate for valentines day

romantic places in manchester for valentines day

Fucking hell, Simon. Just do something for her. If you fuck it up today just imagine how you're going to fuck up her birthday tomorrow, he huffed, putting his phone away to think of something he could do to make things different and special for her. Don't be cliche and propose on Valentine's Day either, stupid bloke. Deciding to find an idea to branch off of, realizing that the local theater was playing her favorite movie he remembered she had said: A Star is Born.

Perfect.

Seeing that it was nearly seven a.m., he decided to want to surprise her with something he wasn't sure if she had ever experienced before or not, but he didn't want to be the first man who didn't get her flowers or breakfast in bed.

Easing up out of the bed, he made his way to the bathroom to get a change of clothes and freshen himself up before going into town. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he sighed heavily at himself, wondering what it was Kiera saw in him - the mirror having one thing in common with Simon - they both saw his dark moments, both broken with nearly every encounter, except today. Gripping the countertop, he breathed heavily while he fought the urge to scratch his knuckles on the broken glass, forcing himself not to as not only would it wake Kiera up, but for once - in such a long fucking time - he didn't feel the desire.

After placing a soft kiss to Kiera's temple, he steadily made his way out of his apartment and to the parking garage, hopeful that she wouldn't be awake by the time he got back.

Quietly opening the door and disabling the alarm, he quietly sat the bag along with the vase of flowers and two boxes that resembled a pizza box - known in Manchester as "Grazing Boxes" - a delicate entry of finely prepared food either for breakfast or brunch as well as desserts.

Grinning as he entered the bedroom, he sat the vase of flowers on the side table on her side of the bed, unable to resist the urge to kiss her temple again, frowning as he obliviously woke her up, rushing to put the grazing box at the foot of the bed, opening it up to reveal the delightful arrangement of white chocolate-covered strawberries with strawberries and cream truffles nestled between them, knowing she'd want to eat the sweets before her breakfast.

She rubbed her eyes, rolling over onto her back to see Simon sitting on the edge of the bed, grinning down at her while his fingertips moved stray strands of hair from her face. "How long have you been staring at me?" She giggled.

"I stare at you every day, love," He chuckled. "You just haven't caught me."

"Mhm," She smiled, closing her eyes again and stretching her arms above her head, bending her elbows to prop herself up before she recognized the gorgeous bouquet of flowers next to her. "Simon," She gasped, instantly covering her mouth and her eyes beginning to flood with tears. "They're beautiful."

"Don't cry, love," He frowned. "I didn't mean to make you cry."

"No, you didn't make me cry. Just... I've never woken up to flowers before."

"Not to flowers and a grazing box?" He chuckled.

"Wh-What's that? Like for chickens or?"

He chuckled, "No, love. It's an English version of a charcuterie board."

"Simon," She smiled, reaching to rub away the tear threatening to run along her cheek. "You didn't have to do this for me-"

"I wanted to," He assured her, reaching behind him to get the box from the foot of the bed, setting it in her lap and eager to watch her enjoy them. "Best save up your energy - I got plans for us tonight."

She blushed, "Is that right? If that's what you had in mind, then I need to go get some lingerie to compliment my bump."

"Not that," He smirked. "Unless that's what you want, but I had something else in mind."

"Hm, and what's that?"

"Guess you'll have to find out, love. You have plenty of time to get your energy up. As long as you're up for it."

"Of course I am, babe," She smiled, hesitant to reach into the box to grab the biggest strawberry. "What time is this so-called plan?" She teased.

"Seven o'clock. You don't have to wear anything fancy. Just wear what's comfortable for you."

"Speaking of fancy, I still need to find a dress for the ball-"

"We have plenty of time for that. Until then, what do you want to do until tonight?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Of course, love."

"When we're done with breakfast, I don't feel like doing much else that involves leaving this bed. After yesterday's sight-seeing, I feel exhausted." She frowned.

"I'm fine with that."

"R-Really?"

"Why not? We were all over the place yesterday. I'm surprised you were on your feet for that long without having to take a breather." He poked.

"I'm paying the price for it now," She sighed, swallowing the bite of the strawberry. "I feel so drained."

"I know one way to handle that." He smiled before moving around the end of the bed to his side, easing himself down on the bed next to her, opening his arm as he invited her to nestle against him.

She giggled, setting the grazing box on his stomach so that she could cuddle against him and eat at the same time. This made Simon chuckle genuinely, finding everything she did - every little goofy thing - to be absolutely adorable to him. Never gets old. "I love you."

"I love you too," She smiled up at him. "Thank you for this. I-I don't know what to say-"

"You don't have to say anything. Your reaction is what says it."

"Hm, now what to do with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it is the day of love. Not just about me."

He chuckled, pressing his cheek against her forehead, the sight of the strawberries making his stomach grumble. It didn't go unnoticed before Kiera found one for him - the biggest one in the box that he was sure she'd eat first - until she grabbed it by its stem and brought it up to his mouth. "I know you were eyeballing it."

"Those are for you."

"You know you want one..." She teased. "Besides, I can't eat all of them...at once."

"If you insist."

"They're so good," She hummed. "You really outdid yourself, babe. All of that for little ole me. I can't believe it."

"Believe it. You know I have plans for your birthday tomorrow too, right?"

Her brows rose, wondering when and how he found out about her birthday. It truly shocked her, especially considering she never celebrated her birthday unless it consisted on splurging to do something for herself, such as getting her hair done, nails, and eyelashes - although that had been something she had gone years without - her nails only being done recently with a firm decision of leaving government work behind. "My...birthday." She sighed.

"I didn't stutter, love."

"How did you even know?"

"You don't remember mentioning it?"

"No. I know I never did because I don't celebrate my birthday."

"That'll change."

"Still didn't answer my question."

He huffed, "I asked your mum when she took me into town. We were talking about you and she mentioned it and I was embarrassed that I didn't know, so I asked. Because I really would've been if I had to ask you."

"That would've made two of us, because you've never told me when your birthday was."

"November sixteenth."

"Noted." She giggled, reaching for another strawberry.

"You know you have your breakfast in the other box, yeah?"

"I'm too addicted to these strawberries."

"I don't blame you. The shop I got them from has the best."

"Hmm, assuming you've been there a lot to get strawberries for your lovers, huh?" She teased.

"No, my mum loved them. I got them for her every year on her birthday and on Mother's Day." He frowned.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Simon. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not right now. It's too much to think about and I don't want to ruin your day with a sour mood I'm sure to have if I talk about it." He sighed, the arm that was nestled under her curling her body closer into his, feeling the tightness of her belly against his side. I can't wait until you're really showing. I wish you knew how obsessed I am.

Jolting awake at the sound of his alarm set for six o'clock, Simon rubbed his eyes as he was sure he wouldn't fall back to sleep, catnapping not ever being in his vocabulary. Feeling an empty space beside him, he turned his head to see Kiera looking at herself in the mirror after applying a thin amount of eyeliner and mascara, pulling strands of her hair back for a half up-do, tying it off into a loose bun while moving strands of hair to frame her face.

He lay there as he watched her, hoping she was complimenting herself as she looked rather lavishing in a maroon sleeved belted dress:

God, I want to propose to you right now, he sighed to himself, watching her turn to look at her backside in the mirror - the same mirror he had always hated when seeing his own reflection. "You've gotta stop being so quiet." She giggled.

"It's all I'm used to, love," He sighed, flashing a weak smile while he continued to fight his drowsiness. "You look beautiful."

She blushed, "Thank you, baby."

"It compliments your bump," He replied, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hair a mess from his nap and his legs spread, unaware that the sight of him had Kiera's heart in knots. I love when he sits like that, she thought, flustered on how she imagined herself on her knees between his thighs. "You're glowing."

She smiled, rubbing her belly as she turned to the side, tightening the dress against her abdomen, smiling at the sight of her bump. "It does. I didn't start noticing a change in my complexion until recently."

"Beautiful."

He watched with soft eyes as she approached him, her arm wrapping around his shoulders as she sat on his lap, his warm palm splaying over her knee, his eyes closing while he enjoyed the feeling of her nails against his scalp as she pushed his hair back, inhaling the scent of her perfume. "I don't know how I'll feel letting you in the outside world looking like that." He teased.

"Why not? Don't you want me to feel beautiful?"

"Because I know I won't be the only man looking your way, love. I don't share what's mine. Even if that means something as far as a look."

She hummed, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "You know I won't tolerate it if another man looks my way. That's a big if."

"There's no if about it, sweetheart. I know you're going to get looks and to be frank, I don't like it."

"I can already tell you're going to be such a helicopter dad." She teased.

"I will. If those two in that belly of yours are girls, they'll be forbidden to even talk to a boy."

She laughed as his palm moved from her knee to her belly, "It's almost six thirty. Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"Stay here, I'll be right back," Simon assured her, watching her nod before locking the door of the car after he exited, leaving the engine running to keep her warm. "And please, for the love of God, don't take off in this thing. Last thing I need is you escorting a police chase." He teased.

"I wouldn't do that."

He arched his brow, "I know you've thought about it."

She struggled to hide a grin.

"What I thought." He smirked, shutting the door and looking both ways before crossing the road, purposefully parking in the parking garage across the street to keep his surprise as hidden as possible, wanting to see her reaction genuinely.

"Good evening, sir. How may I help you?"

"I'm here for a private screening," Simon answered, removing his phone to show the attendant his confirmation email, thankful he had learned how to use it as quickly as he did. "Riley."

"Ah, right on time."

"That was the plan."

"Whenever you're ready, sir. We'll have refreshments ready for you."

"Thanks."

Opening the passenger side door for her, he motioned for her to turn the car off before he did so, opening his hand for hers as he began to notice it was beginning to get harder for her to move as quickly as she used to. Granted she wasn't too far along; it still took a toll. He watched her smile as she twirled the keys on her index finger, her eyes begging him to let her drive it. "I don't think so, love. Hand 'em over."

She scoffed, "At least let me press the button..."

"Fine."

She locked the car for him, unaware that Simon had adjusted the bulky feeling of the ring in his pocket as he intentionally kept it in his car, sneaking it into the confines of his jacket pocket before she had the chance to possibly look around while he was inside. "When we get across the street, I want you to close your eyes."

She nodded, lacing her arm around his as he escorted her across the road, clutching his jacket around her shoulders, giggling as she purposefully left her jacket at his apartment to have an excuse to take his, loving the feeling of his warmth around her with every moment she desired. As much as she picked up on that he was taking her to a movie - the obvious smell of popcorn flooding her senses as soon as she stepped through the door, she still did as she was advised, closing her eyes playfully as he led her into the private theater he had rented - the holiday masking his paranoia of being in a highly populated area and taking advantage of the theater's option to offer private screenings.

Once she sat down, she opened her eyes with a smile, "What movie are we watching?"

"You'll see. Before it starts, I have to ask you something."

She furrowed her brows at his sudden change of body language, wondering why he suddenly seemed so nervous. Is he going to propose?

"What's that?"

"What snacks do you want aside from the ones you snuck into your purse?"

She laughed. You know me so well, baby.

"Whatever you get, babe. You know I'm not picky."

He scoffed, "Yeah, right. You may not have been before you got pregnant, but you certainly are now." He poked.

"I'll have whatever you get, babe."

"You sure about that? Because I was just going to get popcorn and a water. I know you don't want water even though I want you to drink it."

She playfully rolled her eyes before sitting forward, "Do they...have Dr. Pepper in England? Does it exist?"

"It very well does," He chuckled. "So does sweet tea."

"Really?"

"Yeah, when Americans come over here."

"Of course, we have to make it better."

"Bloody rubbish. Your mom made me some when I took the towels to her. I forced myself to drink it because I didn't want to be rude."

"So that's why she told me you drank two glasses, huh?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mhm. Do you want me to come with you to get food?"

"It's fine, love. You stay here. I'll be back after you decide to tell me what snacks you want."

"I'm fine with just popcorn and a Dr. Pepper, babe. I have snacks in my purse if I get the urge for something else."

"Are you sure?" He questioned, seeing how she could splurge on additional snacks as well as popcorn.

"Very."

"Okay. Don't go anywhere."

"Didn't plan on it," She giggled. "These seats are very comfortable."

"That's why I chose it." He chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to her soft lips, the smell of his cologne lingering in the air after he had left.

If he were to admit, he hated most movies, especially romance. Having never seen A Star is Born before, he didn't know what to expect, except the knowledge of knowing that was Kiera's favorite movie, he was willing to sit through the same movie twice if that meant seeing her smile. Never in my miserable life would I have seen myself settling down with a woman and being the father of her kids. Amazing how one person can change your entire mindset.

He couldn't get the image of Kiera gasping in excitement once the movie started, taking her nearly no time to recognize which movie was playing. "Babe, I'm going to cry." She smiled, reaching to lace her arm with his while her other hand reached for the popcorn that sat in his lap.

It wasn't until the end of the movie that he realized that Kiera wasn't crying tears of excitement nostalgia, but literal tears of sadness at the movie's end. Oh, fuck. If I would've known this movie was going to be so sad, I would've tried to find something different, he frowned to himself. I guess that's what the reviews meant when they said it would tug at your heartstrings...

Although he thoroughly enjoyed hearing Kiera sing along to "Always Remember Us This Way" when it was being played in the movie, knowing how much she loved it, it made him love it too.

"God, it's all that manager's fault," She groaned. "He couldn't keep his jealousy at bay and just had to give her husband his thirteenth reason."

"His what reason?"

"It's a reference to a TV show, Simon," She sniffled, wiping away the fresh tears as Lady Gaga's performance at the end always made her burst like a dam. "I can't imagine how that must feel - to love someone so much and for them to be taken from you like that."

"I know, love. I don't ever want to know what that feels like."

"Me either, but considering now that I have someone to love, I just hope I die first so that I don't have to go through a day without you."

Fucking Christ, rip my heart out why don't you, he frowned, unable to fathom the thought of how the world would be without her. Within his darkness he continued to fight every day, he later realized that she was the flicker of hope that gave him a purpose - a purpose to be not only be better for himself, but for her.

You found the light in me that I couldn't find...

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Little Poppy | Chapter 20

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"Tapping your foot like that won't make the carriage go faster, you know."

"Shut up, Deccy."

"Alright, alright. No need to get violent" he says as he moves to sit in front of me.

We are on the carriage on our way back home. On our way to talk with my father.

"Can you please stop?"

"Stop what?" he says, confused.

"Stop looking at me like that. Worried.”

"I look at you like that because I am worried about you. You've barely slept or eaten since you got your mother's letter to the point of being sick. Every single day."

He's right about that. I've been so nervous thinking about how my father will react, about what he'll say, that I've forgotten about everything else. Declan included.

"I'm sorry" I say, letting out a big sigh. "It's just that..."

"Little poppy?" he asks, moving to sit next to me again. "What is it, are you alright?"

"I'm going to be sick" I say, quickly putting a hand in my mouth just in case.

"Should we stop the carriage?" he asks.

I just nod, already moving to the door. The moment it stops, I get out faster than I've ever had.

"It's alright, love. It's alright" Declan says behind me, his hand on my back. "Do you want some water?"

"Yes, please” I say once I’m finished.

"I'm calling the doctor the moment we arrive home. You can't face your father in this state" Declan says when he's back.

"I'm fine. I'll be fine" I say, trying to sound convincing. He nods, but I know he doesn't believe me. Urgh, I can't wait for this to be over.

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When we arrive back in town, we go to Declan's house, where his parents are waiting for us.

"You look dreadful, my dear" his mother says the moment she sees me.

"Breakfast didn't sit well with me today" I say with a shy smile.

"Today, and they day before, and the day before that..." Declan adds.

"I'm just nervous about being back, nothing else.”

Lady Rice just nods, her eyes fixed on me. "Why don't you go upstairs and have some rest? I'll ask the maid to make you something to eat" she says, her gaze still on me as she calls for a servant. "Declan, you stay here with us. We need to talk".

My guts are grumbling like crazy when the maid arrives with the food. I was hungrier than I expected, and it looks like Lady Rice knew it. Once I’m finished, I lay in bed. Declan's bed. I hadn't noticed I was in his room.

I try to get up again, to be a bit noisy and check his things, but my legs feel too heavy. My legs, and my eyelids.

When I wake up it's very dark outside, Declan on the other side of the bed. I curl up next to him, quickly falling asleep again as I focus on his breathing, trying not to think about anything. I'm home. He is home.

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"How are we feeling this morning?" Lady Rice asks me when we go downstairs for breakfast.

"Good. I really needed a good night of sleep"

Which is true, but also a lie. I felt sick the moment I got out of bed, even while getting dressed. But I didn't tell Declan, I didn't want to worry him more than he already is.

"She's here, my lady" a maid says as we sit to eat.

"Please ask her to join us" Lady Rice says.

A moment later, my mother shows up at the door, and I throw myself on her arms, crying like a baby.

"Oh, my sweet child" she says as she hugs me. I don't know for how long we stay like that. Me crying, she trying to comfort me.

"I've missed you so much" I tell her, still sobbing.

"I've missed you too" she says with a smile. "Now, let's eat. We have much to discuss.”

We spend most part of the morning catching up on what has happened. On how my father found about me marrying Declan and his reaction, but also about our travels and our visit to court.

"He's agreed to meet you both later today" my mother says before she leaves. "He's promised to behave and don't yell too much.”

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"I can't do this" I say to Declan when we make it to my house's door.

"Yes, you can.”

"I can't. He'll start shouting and I'll start crying and..."

"Look at me" he says, holding me by the chin and making me look him in the eyes. "You can do this. I know you can."

I just nod, trying to convince myself, my eyes still fixed on his.

"I love you" he says.

"I love you too.”

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"The lord is waiting for you in the main room" our butler says.

"You can do this" Declan whispers on my ear as I walk into the room.

"Father" I say when I see him.

"Daughter" he replies. He's standing next to the fire, his arms crossed behind his back. "And I suppose that's your husband" he says as he looks at Declan from head to toe.

"My lord" he says with a little bow.

I find myself between them, looking at them as their gazes are fixed on the other. It's like they are in a staring contest, trying to figure out who will give up first.

"Please, do sit" my father finally says. But after that, it's just silence. And I'm feeling sick again.

"Can I ask for some water?" I ask.

"Of course" my father says, those two words followed by more silence. But suddenly, my father speaks again.

"Why" he says.

"What?" I ask.

"Why did you do what you did. Why did you leave like that. Why did you marry... him.”

"Because I love him.”

"Love" he scoffs.

"Yes, love" I say. "I don't know if you remember that feeling anymore."

"Do not talk to me like that, child" my father says, raising his voice.

"Do not talk to my wife like that, lord" Declan says, his voice calm but commanding. Both my father and I turn to look at him, surprised by his reaction.

"Look, the boy finally found his voice" my father says, laughing, making Declan tensing next to me. I move my hand to reach his, holding it and giving it a little squeeze, trying to calm him down.

"So, what's your plan now, uh?" my father says, focusing on me again. "He's a youngest son. He won't inherit the family's title. He has no job. Even the money he will get once his parents finally leave this world won't be like the one his older brothers will receive."

"Do not speak like that about my parents, lord" Declan says. This time he's the one raising his voice.

"Did I say something that hurt your feelings, little lord?" my father says, laughing again. "You could have done so much better, daughter. If you wanted to waste your time and your life with one of them, you should have chosen the one your age. Or the oldest one. Not this pathetic little boy" he spats.

"He's my husband, father!" Now I'm the one raising my voice.

"My wife. My husband" my father says, mocking us. "Nonsense. Childish nonsense. Because that's what you two are. Two stupid kids who think they are in love, who think this is a fairytale.”

"The only child here is you, father" I say, getting up. "You've been behaving like one for years, holding a grudge against a family who have done nothing to you. Lord Rice was on the winning side after the war. Who cares? Your family is alive and well. Your wife, your children, your grandchildren. Who cares if they have a palace? You should only worry about you and your family."

"Everything I've done is because I care about my family" my father says, also getting up. "While they were living at a palace, with all the richness one could think about, we were struggling to survive."

"And instead of doing something about it, you've spent your time hating on them, complaining and being a jealous baby" I spat back.

"Daughter!" he says, raising his hand. At that, Declan also gets up, putting himself between me and my father. He's a head taller than him.

"Do not dare lay a finger on her" he says in a hiss.

"She's my daughter" my father says.

"She's my wife" Declan replies.

"You Rices. You've always believed yourself to be better than the rest, to be above everything and everyone!" my father yells.

"Can you please stop with that, father?" I say from behind Declan. "Who cares about what happened between our families centuries ago? We are not them. They all are dead!"

"They were our family! Our ancestors!" he says, still yelling.

"I'm your family too, father. Blood of your blood. And unlike them, I'm alive!" I yell back at him, crying.

"If you were my family, you wouldn't have run away to marry him! Him!"

"I love him!" I say between tears. "But you could never understand it! You..."

Suddenly I feel my knees giving away. My father keeps shouting at me, but it feels like he's far away. I try to hold to Declan, but I miss. The last thing I hear before everything goes black is him calling me by my name.

#declan rice #declan rice x reader #declan rice imagine #declan rice fanfic #football fanfic #football imagine

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pbandjesse · 1 year

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The forest fire smoke has reached us! Everything is hazy and I have a slight cough and my eyes hurt. It isn't orange here like it is in New York but I wouldn't be surprised if it changes and turns in the next day or two. It will be interesting to see the sky be orange but also my poor lungs and eyes.

Today was a better day then last night. Last night was terrible. I got so stupidly upset and every little tiny thing I have been slightly even a little upset about over the last 6 months came up and I was just crying and mad at James because I didn't think they understood me. And I almost slept on the couch but I would eventually talk about some of it with James and we sort of made peace before sleep.

And I was able to articulate my feelings more through text. And we would get it out and I felt more heard. And because James is a sweetie and is never doing anything that upsets me maliciously, they would bring me "flowers" at the end of the day. We think they are huckberries and golden rod, but Google wasn't sure. I think they are beautiful and unusual. Like me???

I would wake up a few times this morning. I was a little disoriented but I was fine. I don't remember James leaving. But I woke up around 830 and felt alright. My chest hurt a little bit. But I was alright.

I got dressed eventually. Took my time. While I was going to camp I wasn't in a rush. I had no schedule. And that was really nice.

I got myself together. And decided to leave here around 9 with the plan to make it to camp around 10. I would stop for breakfast and then get on the road.

And it worked out great. I had my hashbrowns for breakfast and saved my sandwich for lunch. I honestly wasn't sure interested in the soda. I think I'm going to go back to my normal summer routine of soda with breakfast, ice tea with lunch, and water with dinner. Also water all day. I want to stay hydrated.

The world seemed hazy. My pictures don't capture how strange it seems. My eyes were uncomfortable. My breathing was uncomfortable. I would have some intense sneezing attacks. But once I got to camp, while it was still hazy, the fire smell was much less. And I think it was all the trees. Thank you trees.

I would spend the first two hours cleaning and putting things away in the art building. Well that's mostly true. I would spend about 15 minutes doing that and then went to the lodge to use the bathroom and decided to start setting up the tables and chairs while I was down there. Which would take a half hour. And then back to the art building until around noon.

While I was in the lodge the kitchen staff was there. I was able to chat with them a bit about some of the weirdness and head butting and me crying at lunch and stuff. And he said they have a rockstar team this year and things were going to be a lot better. Fingers crossed. They were very nice. In the way line cooks are nice. They also asked me if I was already sleeping at camp. Because apparently someone was over by the nature building whistling last night and scared them super bad. No idea what that could be about. Hopefully camp isn't haunted.

I would set up about half of the lunch tables and all the seats for intro. But for bored and would head back to the art building to work on loading up my materials for my feild trip tomorrow.

Getting everything into my car is always fun. I had my wagon so I was able to not hurt myself or over do it. And then I went to drop everything off. I also decided to bring my shopping cart to load up all my popcorn and Heather thought that was super cute. I would go to the pool house to bake my cornbread and eat my lunch next.

I was a little annoyed I couldn't find my tin foil or my measuring cup. I used the coffee pot because James said it was the same but the cornbread came out weird. Somehow both dry and gummy. So I would have to make more at home because it is embarrassing how weird it was. Smelled good at least.

The group that was here today came by to get some food they left. I helped them load it into a box. The little boys said the cornbread smelled great and I was like. Yes. They were so cute.

Once that was done I went to the office and Heather was laughing so hard at my dry and gummy cornbread. She had the giggles for sure. After I checked in with Elizabeth I would head home.

When I got home Will was there to do some work and take out some trash. We talked about how it felt weird to breathe. And then I headed in. Where I saw Nick and we chatted about spiders for a little while.

And then I was able to just chill. There was stuff to do but nothing was pressing.

I would go and pull out any clothes I thought I might want at camp. 10 dresses, one pair of short overalls,12 tshirts, 2 tank tops, 3 short sleeve button shirts, 4 long sleeve button shirts, 5 pairs of soft long pants, 4 long skirts, 2 legging shorts, 2 pairs of shorts. Two sweatshirts and a windbreaker. It feels like a lot. It is a lot but also it gives me options for so many things. And I don't really have to worry about laundry for a bit then. Not in a big way. And that also covered layers, and sleeping and changing for different weather. I was able to fit all of that in three bags. And all of it will fit in my box at camp that currently has my bedding. I am still unsure if I'm staying in the art building or in a cabin but that's okay. I'm still excited and it was fun to make the picks.

I would get my hammocks and some of my other camp stuff down and in my Ikea bag. I put the kayak back in the closet and made space for the life jackets. It was fun.

I worked on some stuff at my desk. Went through an old purse. And started a new little knitting loom project with my smallest loom. I have an idea I want to try.

James would get home soon. And they had those flowers for me and it was just so nice to be with them. Now that my upset was resolved. And James would make us pasta for dinner. Which was great. I did steal the garlic bread which made them think they were going crazy. But it was very funny and we laughed for a while over how confused they got.

My chest was hurting from the air so we decided to close up the apartment best we could. It's hard because we can't close the one window, and the back door leaks and the AC is a window unit. But I set up a filter box and put a towel over the window. And hopefully it helps a bit.

It does remind me that I would like to get an air purifier. I used to have one and it was great. But they are pricey. Something to look into but people are probably price gouging right now so I'm not sure I'll be able to do anything in the next couple days. I'll still see but I don't have high hopes.

James got on a call to play DND. And I took a milk bath. And my body, besides my lungs, feel the best that it has in days. I'm still not amazing but at least I don't feel like my body is betraying me anymore.

Tomorrow I have my Native American feild trip. And then who knows. Its the last one of the season! I hope the kids are okay in the smokey air. I hope we all are.

Goodnight everyone. I hope you are staying safe. It feels dystopian to hope your air is good but also. The times were in call for it.

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rosenallies · 1 year

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WRITE A BREAKUP AU PROMPT WHEN THEY'RE BACK TOGETHER AND ROSIE FEELS SO GUILTY FOR HIS PAST SELF I WANT TO SEE HIM SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING SHITTING THROWING UP AND PISSING

not me being back in the breakup au era</3

Tw// mentioned ED and implied SI, both are mentioned breifly but just a heads up if you’re sensitive to those things <33

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Rosé watched Denali intently as he slept, from his peaceful features to the steady rise and fall of his chest. His breathing sounded rhythmic, even and calm, a sharp juxtaposition to how he'd watched Denali sleep in the past, stirring and whimpering as his dreams and inner turmoil made it hard for him to find peace even in his sleep.

Turmoil you caused, Rosé thought to himself.

His breath hitched in his throat as he willed himself not to cry but the guilt he felt consumed him in that moment. The guilt always lingered, it was always there buzzing underneath his skin exacerbated whenever Denali had hard days where he found it difficult to eat or to get out of bed. He wasn't sure what made it take over then, Denali had been having so many good days and in his sleep he showed no signs of distress at all. Perhaps it was just that that sent waves of guilt crashing over him like a tsunami. Denali was better, so much better than he was a couple years ago. After two hospital stays, years of weekly therapy, medication, you name it, Denali seemed better. Sure, he had hard days where he couldn't look at himself in the mirror and he cried over the oatmeal Rosé diligently made him for breakfast every morning, but even the hard days got easier to cope with. But that never stopped Rosé from thinking about how if it weren't for him, Denali would have only ever had normal bad days, days where you get stuck in traffic too long or wake up on the wrong side of the bed, but not days that made him question whether or not he even wanted to be alive.

He hadn't even realized he was crying until Denali whined and went to wipe a tear that fell from Rosé's eyes to his own cheek.

"Either you're crying or we have a leak in the ceiling," he mumbled sleepily.

Great, Rosé thought, now your stupid, yet well deserved emotions, are keeping him up.

He didn't need to say anything further for Denali to sit up, brows furrowed with concern as he grasped onto Rosé's hand. "What's the matter? Did you have a bad dream?"

Rosé flushed, embarrassment creeping up his spine. How was he supposed to tell Denali he woke him up because he started thinking too hard and started to spiral in his guilt?

"No, I-uh, I haven't slept yet."

Denali hummed and checked the time on the bedside alarm clock. "It's nearly 3 in the morning."

"Yeah," he paused, "do you know how sorry I am?"

"Sorry? For what?"

Rosé wanted to laugh. It was absurd that Denali even asked that as if he wasn't the one who almost died because of someone else, someone else being Rosé of course.

"For-for everything. I'm just- I'm just so sorry," his voice wavered, "I'm so fucking sorry."

"Rosie," Denali cooed in that gentle whisper of a voice that made Rosé want to shake him and scream at him because how on Earth could he speak so sweetly to someone as awful Rosé.

"Rosie, baby, listen to me," he took both of Rosé's hands in his, thumbs rubbing circles onto the back of them, "I was sick. I am sick. You can't blame yourself for me having an illness. I latched onto our breakup and used it as an excuse for why I felt so miserable all the time. Did we both say and do some fucked up things to each other? Yes, but you cannot blame yourself for how bad I got."

"I knew you were sick before and I didn't help you. I could have helped you."

"You did. You suggested so many times I see a doctor, you even offered to come with me and I shut you down and shut you out. You couldn't force me to go, not until I was bad enough that I had to be forced, but not then. You tried and I didn't listen. Come here."

Denali guided them to a laying position, Rosé's head on his chest, dark hair tickling his chin. "I'm sorry my mental break coincided so easily with the issues we were having, but it is not your fault. I hate that you feel guilt."

"I hate that you had to go through all that and I wasn't there. At the very least even if you refused my help before, if we hadn't broken up I could've been by your side the whole time."

Chuckling softly, Denali kissed his hair. "In a way, you were. Even though us sleeping together probably wasn't the best idea, later on after I was much better I got this epiphany that you came around more toward the end because you were in a way checking up on me but were too afraid to be honest about why you kept coming around? Is that true?"

"Yeah, it is, but I was so scared. Nali, you were so-"

"I know."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. Lets let this help us grow moving forward, yeah? No use ruminating over the past when we have a whole future to build together," he said, squeezing his hand and running his thumb over the gold engagement band Rosé wore, identical to the one on his own finger.

"Okay," Rosé replied fighting off a yawn, finally exhausted.

"I love you, okay? I always will, no matter what. And how about next time I have an appointment with my therapist, you come with? We can talk about this stuff with a professional, I think that might help."

"That sounds good. I love you too, so much."

Almost immediately, Rosé fell asleep against Denali's chest, now leaving him to watch as Rosé slept. Though, instead of bad thoughts running through his brain, he sighed contently and let himself fall back asleep tangled up with the man he loved so much.

#breakup au #prompt request

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dokifluffs · 3 years

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You’re Safe | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Pairing: Kiyoomi X Reader (female)

Genre: MAFIA!AU, dad and husbando tehe, fluffy, action? thriller??

Author’s Note: mafia 🤝 protective 🤝 domestic father figure 🤝 SAKUSA

Warnings: k*lling, blood, vivid imagery, LONG, language

gif from @rivaillerose 🖤

“Y/N,” a husky voice spoke your name, pulling you from your much needed rest as life of being a new mother had been challenging though so far, it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle

“Y/N, darling.”

You groaned in your sleep, not wanting to wake, to leave the warmth that you were so comfortable laying in

The edge of the bed shifted as a weight sat down beside you, making your body move toward the person

You brought yourself to open your eyes as heavy as they were, your vision clearing to find your husband sat beside you, his mask pulled down to his chin

The room was gloomy and gray though the curtains were open, not a bit of sunlight shining through as he looked down to you with gentle eyes

Despite his softer side with you, he was still the head of the clan - and his appearance matched him as well

He donned a black wool overcoat with the same colored turtleneck and mask

“What is it, Omi?” You asked sleepily as he cupped your cheek with his black gloved hand

His black gloves were always an accessory he had on him, whether he was wearing them or not

He had a thing with germs but he also saw no need to get his hands dirty when his men were always there to do the job for him

You nuzzled your face into his touch, very tempted to fall asleep holding him close but as your mind woke up more and more, you remembered what today was

What he had to do, where he had to go

“I’m leaving soon.. I’ll be back in a few days..” he whispered as he moved a strand of your hair from your face

You wanted to pretend you didn’t hear these words, that he never told you he had to leave or when he did

A part of you wished he left without telling you but an even greater part was so grateful that he woke you

“Do you really have to go again?” You squeezed his gloved hand as you sat yourself up straighter

“You know how my father is... He wants to make sure things are... under control.. I promise I’ll be back in two days.”

The way he spoke, the words fell so effortlessly from those lips, his voice low and cutting through the space yet he spoke at a volume as if he was telling you a great secret

“You said that last time and he kept you with him for a couple weeks...” you thought back to that time

You were seven months pregnant, almost eight, at the time and it was like he fell off the face of the earth

You couldn’t go anywhere or do anything but reside in the manor and you couldn’t even talk to him

You were alone again

“Don’t go...”

the nights in bed alone, the cramps, emotional rollercoasters, motion sickness, nausea

You at least wished he could have called you

The nightmares you had, the worst case scenarios playing in your head until you woke up with tears streaming down your face, only for you to cry yourself silently back to sleep as fear pooled and plagued you from within

He could see the sadness in your eyes and he could remember vividly the mental torture he was put under

No communication to you and all he could at most to see you was through the hidden cameras all connected to his phone

Even checking in on you had to be done in secret, all to make sure that he was strong enough to continue on the family business even if he had to lose you or be away for unpredictable amounts of time

It was unbearable then and it was still unbearable now

He never asked to grow up into the business of the underworld, let alone take it over from his father at the prime age of 20 four years ago

He never wanted your life to be taken away when you two had already been together when he was recruited

“I’m sorry, darling, but you know I have to,” he sighed. “You know how my father is.” He cupped your cheek and kissed your temple then lips before he stood

“Am I going to lose you?” Your voice broke the silence, breaking through the white sound of the downpour outside

But you had stopped your question early

“Am I going to lose you today? Tomorrow? One day?”

He stood frozen in his place before he could reach for the knob

“No, Y/N. You won’t.” His eyes paused for a bit on you as he thought about his response, the fatigue of being a mother was already showing. “I’ll be able to call you this time and I’m the head now. The only title my father has to me now is father.”

“You won’t.” He stepped back over to you leaned down to kiss you again. “Not today at least…”

“I’ll call you at supper time, darling. Have a good day.”

You did your best to hold onto his hand as long as you could, to remember his touch, his voice, his scent, the way he looked before he walked out those doors

Because some days or nights, you never truly know if you would ever see him again

And it terrified you

The sound of the rain only seemed to get more intense now that he was gone and you were here

But now your day was beginning now that you were awake

You slipped out of the king sized bed, leaving the warmth you had slept in as the soft carpet at your feet, your toes sinking into the fibers

Brushing your teeth, showering in the grand bathroom of the manor, it was a life you surely never expected but here you were

Kiyoomi’s father and his entire family had built their name from nothing to the global known corporation that it was today

You dried your body off, finding what to wear today through the walk in closet and once that was found, it was breakfast

“Good morning, madam, shall I bring you your breakfast to the master suite?” Your right hand maid had greeted you as you stepped out as she carried the laundry with her

“Oh, thank you, Olivia, but I’ll head down to the kitchen after waking D/N,” you smiled to the older maid that had worked for the Sakusa family for decades

All the staff that worked and lived in the estates on the property outside of the manor were trained security, men and women, whose jobs were to protect the main family, to serve them, and to keep others who would pose a threat away and out, even if it meant killing them

But you always tried not to think or wonder about how many people these staff have killed or beat up or anything whenever you interacted with them, especially when they greeted you with a smile

They were there to protect you and to make sure that nothing and no would would ever harm your life

You stepped into the nursery, the wide room decorated with warm lights and stuffed animals, some more than twice the size of your daughter

“Hi,” you smiled so brightly seeing your baby’s eyes already open, looking up to you as she sat in her crib, holding onto her blankie. “Good morning precious,” you lowered the front gate of the crib so you could kneel down to her level

Sakusa sat in the limousine as he watched the scene of you and your daughter in the nursery, wishing he could just turn the car around and to stay home

Things were in balance, he knew this already but his father’s orders were orders he still had to respect

He clicked off his phone, tucking the device into his pocket as he was to be in the car for quite a bit of time before he would get to his father’s

The biggest smile spread on her face as she laughed seeing you, her bubbliness seeming to make all the gloominess disappear

“Let’s get you changed~” you chimed as you lifted the baby girl into your arms, getting a whiff of her heavy diaper and finding an outfit for her day

“Olivia?” You called into the custom intercom by the nursery’s closet, though there was practically one in every room

“Yes, madam?”

“Sorry for troubling you, but could you actually bring breakfast for D/N and I up to the upstairs loft? You could even send it up the dumbwaiter and that’s fine too.”

“Of course, would you like the usual?”

“Yes please, thank you.”

You carried your little girl toward the upstairs loft, one of your favorite areas of the house since it was significantly smaller - well almost - than the living room downstairs

The loft didn’t extend all the way downstairs like how the ground floor’s living room ceiling extended to the second floor

More than ten thousand square feet of property, more rooms in the manor than you knew what to do with them

Four guest bedrooms with full bathrooms, a grand study and two story “little” library, two main bedrooms in addition to the master bedroom and a nursery

So much space, all sorts of technologies, gadgets and gizmos of all sorts in the house

All the systems in the house was made by the Sakusa corporation to ensure security

This even included your and Kiyoomi’s custom made phones

There was also the basement- all sorts of fun activities to be done: a pool, pool table, living room area that opened up to the backyard with the bar and barbecue, the fire pit

and finally, there was the cellar that was the only place Kiyoomi had requested that you never go - and you never did

You knew that look in his eye, that tone of voice and you knew he had requested this for your best

And most importantly, there were three safe rooms, all three upstairs with hidden entryways to protect you, official guests, and anyone in the family

Before you knew it, Olivia had made her way upstairs with the breakfast as you played with your daughter in the loft, bouncing her on your lap sat on the wide couch

The loft was brightly lit and open, toys of all types for your daughter to play with as the TV played the morning kids show

As filled as the house was with the special staff and things to do, it still felt so lonely and empty as you sat there

You had tried to chat and converse with them but they never loosened up, always keeping all the formalities but it was never any use

The storm outside seemed to be getting worse as your eyes gazed to the horizon, spotting the trees at the edge of the estate where all their branches had been swaying in the wind, the paler, underside of their leaves revealed

Thunder began to rumble in the distance with the occasional flash of lightning but both unbothered your daughter and you as the two of you remained in the loft

You watched as she rolled about on a blanket, playing with her stuffed animals and the other interactive toys that played music to keep her entertained while you watched the TV, finding nothing remotely as entertaining to watch

But just before you could change the channel to yet another disappointing channel, your attention was pulled to your phone vibrating beside you, your eyes lighting up as you saw the caller ID

“You seem so bored,” Kiyoomi’s deep voice sounded through the phone but he spoke the truth

You were tired and bored but you didn’t want to sleep - it would only make you unable to sleep later tonight anyways

“I am,” you sighed as you muted the TV. “How far out have you gone?”

“Actually, not too far. Only about half an hour since there was a major accident on the highway so we had to take a detour. But traffic is terrible so we were stuck for quite a bit before we could actually exit,” Sakusa almost groaned thinking about the terrible accident

How he was stuck in a single place for practically twenty minutes

“Wow, do you know what happened?”

“Well there was a…” his voice drowned out in your ears as you could hear something that didn’t sound like rain or thunder - they were too distinctly different

Loud bangs echoed in the distance, bringing your attention elsewhere though all you could look was outside the wall window to the dark skies

But you couldn’t see anything except the normal background of the property but it was just silent again with the white noise of rain washing down the glass, followed by thunder and a flash of lightning as the storm brewed closer and closer

“I’m sorry what? I missed what you said... I think I heard… something weird..” you spoke as you looked outside the windows that looked to the back of the property

You could hear echoes of movement downstairs, the bustling business of the special staff in the house but it sounded standard... or so you thought

“What did you hear?”

“..I don’t know.. maybe it was the storm and I’m just distracted...” you smiled into the phone as you spoke while your daughter happily crawled to you, laying her head on your legs, her puffy cheeks round as ever

“Well, you two were my only source of entertainment so far this trip,” the corner of his lips curled as he picked off small specks off his suit

“That makes one… of us-“ your thought died out in a matter of seconds

You heard louder, clearer bangs while the staff that had been stationed with you just outside the loft talked over their ear coms to another elsewhere

Before you could continue your sentence or call, the bangs only got louder and your body reacted faster than you could say or think

Clear gunshots began firing at the front entrance, echoing off the high walls and ceilings of the manor while the staff worked on securing the doors and all other entrances and possible ones

“Y/N?” Sakusa could only hear the subtle commotion happening but it was clear you weren’t on the phone. “Shit shit shit..” he stayed on the line as he changed to the security cameras he had access to he used to watch you and your guys’ daughter

Looking through the camera surveillance, he caught a glimpse of you disappearing with your phone in hand while your arms carried your daughter as you disappeared toward the bedroom

“Turn back now,” Kiyoomi howled as his driver did just that, not wasting a single second

You ran into the master suite’s walk in closet that led to the entryway of one of the safe rooms, your baby girl in your arms as she held on to you her whines already beginning before they would turn into cries

“Shh, it’s okay, baby, mama’s gonna protect you,” you smiled, whispering, your voice already shaky, lips trembling as you pressed a little kiss to the top of her head. “Even if it costs my life, precious.”

You moved, leaving the master suite and stayed low as you walked across the “bridge” that connected the loft to the other half of the house

Peeking down, you could hear groans of agony, puddles and splashes of of blood on the floor and walls, empty bullet shells on the ground, shards of glass and broken windows

“Search the house, find that bitch,” a deep voice yelled through the manor as for the first time since the loud bangs happened, it sounded so still, like any normal rainy day

But this was far from normal

You crawled across the marble flooring toward the library

There wasn’t any safe room here but the safe rooms were sure to be where they would look, whoever they were

They were able to get through the security, it seemed like the staff was dead

You silently stood as they scoured the lower levels - you could hear them and all the destruction they were havocking

The cars outside the window blurred into mere colors that passed as the limousine sped through the roads back towards the manor

To save time, they went toward the back roads — it was just the slightest bit longer but time could be shaved down since there were no cars anywhere

“Step on it!” Sakusa commanded as his men readied themselves. “Call in Unit 0,” he demanded as he kept his eyes on the cameras, trying to find you yet he couldn’t see you in the master suite’s safe room

Unit 0 being one of the few very highly trained professional assassins and killers who were at the disposal of the Sakusa family whenever needed

He scoured through the cameras, not even caring about all the destruction being done, all he needed to see was where you and your daughter were

You carefully entered the library, shutting the door behind you as you walked over the wooden floors carefully

Every step made your palms sweaty but your heart stopped after hearing a loud creak in the old floors

The worst part was that there was no way to lock the doors

outside of the door, you couldn’t hear too much but you could still clearly hear the storm as a great big window stretched from the floor to ceiling so all the lighting in here was natural

There was something about the walls surrounding the library that made it sound proof in a sense

You constantly bounced your baby girl in your arms to keep her calm as you tried to get a look outside as you approached one of the corners toward the window

“Search upstairs,” one of the men demanded as a handful of men ran upstairs. “Find her.”

The scoured through all the rooms, flipping every room apart, destroying things, tearing the curtains off, flipping the beds, wrecking the nursery

You peeked out the window that faced the front of the manor yet all you could see were broken things and to your horror, more lifeless bodies of the manor’s staff

But before you could look out any longer, a large rock was launched at the window, breaking the glass, shattering it

Your baby girl let out a loud cry in fear, making your heart drop

“No, D/N, shhhh, please, it’ll be okay, we’ll be okay.” You quickly pulled open the latch to the library’s hidden passage where the door was one of the bookcases

As soon as you closed the bookcase, you heard the door to the library burst open

Several men, guns ready

You scanned your finger print for the room to be safely locked however it wouldn’t let you. All you could do to make sure the room was locked was to see your body to keep the door shut and still

They walked through the wide open doorway to the library scanning the two open floors that was connected by two black steel staircases that wound their way up and down, connecting the two floors

“Shh, please,” you whimpered to your daughter as she cried into your chest as you stayed by the passage’s door so you could look out the peephole

They pulled books off the shelves, throwing them from the second level to the first, knocking the paintings off the walls, ripping them by sliding their knives through the canvas’, kicking them, breaking the frames

The ground shook as you heard a a loud boom, making you jump in your spot, the ground rumbling and shaking below where you sat

It sounded like a bomb went off on the lower level but you assumed it was the cars in the garage since you could hear the repeating alarm sounding off

Your daughters cries began to start back up at the loud noise, as you did your best to shush her

“Shhh, it’s okay,” you whispered to her as you wiped her tears, keeping her face to your chest as you stroked your trembling hand down her back as tears trickled down your cheeks and dripped off your chin

The limousine slid on the gravel outside the manor as Sakusa’s men sprang to action from the vehicle

Kiyoomi stayed in his seat, continuously scouring through the cameras but you were yet to be found

He couldn’t find a single trace of you

His men, as well as unit 0, entered through the blown open entrance, broken shards of glass crunching beneath their steps as they surrounded the estate the best they could, splitting up to eliminate the intruders

“Where are you, Y/N?” His heart hammered in his chest as he desperately tried to find you yet nothing

But before he could look any further, his heart dropped seeing the red system failure message. Whoever these people were, they were impressive, but not fast enough

Kiyoomi now meant business now that he had no access to actually see if you were okay

He ran out of the limousine as gunshots could be heard all throughout the house as half his men made their way to the upper level while the other half wiped out the intruders on the lower level

He followed behind unit 0, making their way upstairs

He clung onto his gun tightly in his hand, finger ready on the trigger as he barged into the master suite, firing two bullets into the chest and head of a large man as he was pillaging the closets

All the precious jewelry he bought for you were now stained in the pool of the filthy blood of the man who had the audacity to enter the premises

His heart almost dropped seeing him in the closet in the first place but it didn’t seem like the man noticed the entrance to the safe room behind the clothes on the hangers

As he pushed the luxurious wardrobe aside opening the door and to his fear, you were nowhere to be seen

More gunshots sounded off, echoing through the halls, sounding off the walls

He couldn’t focus, his thoughts incoherent, unfinished sentences running in his head as he just ran, killing those in his way to find you

A gun war was going off throughout the library as Sakusa’s men fired at the intruders on both levels but they had great firepower too

Both sides hid behind the marble pillars, the different bookshelves and furniture in the room as the rain showered in

Your baby girl cried loudly, her shaken cries sounding off throughout the passage

“No, no, no, please, baby.” Your heart raced as you dared to look out the peephole, only for it to drop as you saw a man you didn’t recognize yell something to another man near him

The man he yelled to fired more shots while the other one approached the passage entrance, banging noises coming through the bookshelf

“She’s in here! Hold them off!” The man yelled

“No, no, no.” Tears welled in your eyes as you did your best to keep the door closed but there was no actual way to since this was just a simple passageway

Your daughter cried loudly in your arms while you gave it your all to keep the door closed

Amongst all the shots being fired, Kiyoomi heard the words the man yelled and then it clicked

He knew where you were

“No.” This one word repeated in his head as he pushed through the front, racing past the bullets being shot towards him as he ran on pure adrenaline

“Boss, no!” His men yelled but this only got the intruders to focus on him, giving them the opening to shoot them all

Kiyoomi shot the man closer to him in the legs before letting his body move on pure killer instinct as he grabbed the man who had fallen to his knees by his jaw, snapping his neck

The other man changed his focus to Kiyoomi as he stood to his feet while the other struggled to pull his gun from his holster

Kiyoomi towered over him as his body moved on his own

He kicked the man to the wall, pressing the barrel of his gun to the man’s chin, pulling the trigger without a second thought

You squeeze your eyes shut, facing the other way from the door, bracing yourself

“I love you. Mama loves you, baby,” you whispered as you cried, a loud rumbling filling your ears as you felt the door being forced open

This was it

You were going to die

Your daughter was doing to die

you let out a blood curtling scream feeling the hands of whoever grab onto you, pulling you, kicking your legs to try to fight

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” Kiyoomi’s familiar voice sounded louder and louder over the rumbling you heard in your ears from clenching and bracing your body and your daughter’s

“It’s me, It’s just me!” He soothed you as he turned you

You couldn’t explain or even begin to describe the relief you felt wash through your body, your heart racing and slowing down at the same time as you broke down, your cries mixing with your daughter’s

“You’re safe, I’m here,” Kiyoomi pulled you into his arms, your body shaking terribly in his arms as you cried into his chest, all the fear you felt flooding your senses

“I know, I’m sorry this happened, but you’re okay. Everything will be okay,” he whispered as he pulled you into his lap, keeping the passage door somewhat closed

You were already put through enough today and he didn’t need you to see the second degree murder crime scene he had committed right outside

“I’m here, I’m here.” He reached up and pulled his mask off as he kissed the top of your head all over, wiping away your tears with his thumbs but you couldn’t stop crying

But that was entirely fine

“But Y/N,” he held your face in his bare hands, his normal gloves off as he stroked his thumb over your cold, damp cheeks

“Why didn’t you go into the safe rooms, darling?” His own voice was unsteady, his lips quivered, eyes teary. “I looked for you and I couldn’t find you and I thought I lost you..” His voice broke off as he gathered himself the best he could, taking deep breaths

Seeing Kiyoomi like this, it broke your heart even more

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what… I was just scared and- and-“ It hurt you so much

Everything about today did

But just this moment was Kiyoomi, it also touched you

He was such a stoic man, usually one to show a softer, affectionate side with you but this was the first time you saw him shed tears

A man who had taken so many lives was now showing his true emotions for the two lives he would give his own live for a hundred times over if it meant you and your daughter was okay

“I know, I know, but you’re safe,” he let out a deep, relieving breath as he hugged your head closer, your body shaking uncontrollably in his arms

“And hey, shhh, it’s okay baby. Papa’s here.” He stroked your daughter’s head as she sort of calmed down as the two of you sat together, doing your best as parents to shoo away her sadness while his men did their best to first and foremost clear the bodies and blood

You absolutely did not need to see that after today

“You two are both safe.” He breathed as he pulled you two impossibly closer, letting the shakiness of his own heart disperse

“You’re safe…”

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