#how to avoid wedding day stress

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we’re pretending? - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: no date to an upcoming wedding, you use your best friend as last resort. what happens when your best friend isn’t playing pretend anymore and you’re left conflicted with these unusual feelings…

wc: 4.6 k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

psa 🗣️: i used my og ‘glory box’ fic to get some inspo while writing this fic ngl!! 😣 this was so fun to write not only by the trope but the DRAMAAAA!! like always, hope you enjoy! 🤍

“yes mom, i know. i picked my dress up yesterday, and my flight is booked as well,” you sighed and rolled your eyes knowing she wouldn’t be able to see you through the phone. she knew how important this wedding was but she kept putting the pressure on you. it was the last thing you needed especially after you told her you’d bring someone along.

that someone was now you’re ex-boyfriend. you had less than 48 hours to come up with an excuse or show up alone.

"are you still bringing your plus one?" she asked, the line going silent for a few seconds before she spoke up again. "y/n? are you there?" you should've just lied or said the truth, all you could think of was how happy and super excited she was when you told her you'd met someone and began dating.

"yes mom... we both will be there," you closed your eyes, disappointment in yourself filling the void in your head. you could hear her squeal in the background, telling a voice there with her about the good news. you chewed on your lip anxiously, wanting to cut the call or else you'd break down.

"listen mom, i have t-to go okay? ill call you tomorrow. try not to stress so much," you smiled weakly hearing an "i love you", ending the call after gifting your goodbye. there was no avoiding the mistake you had committed. you wanted to slap some common sense into yourself, because where the hell were you about to find someone?

you clearly remembered the day telling your mom you'd met someone at uni. she was over the moon and wanted to tell everyone but you dismissed the idea, not wanting to rush since you had recently met. you would call her and tell her about him, and she listened so attentively, just like in the movies.

you couldn't bring yourself to tell her when you and max had broken up. your whole life has always been surrounded by being told you needed to be more like your older sister, the pressure of being a golden child laid on you. for once you had something, but that had to get ruined as well.

the scolding, the perfect grades, friends, hell even family. you had to be so careful and live up to their expectations. you loved them, you did, but at times you just felt like moving away was the best idea. and you did just that, the first to move out to a new country, breaking records at uni, and even finding a suitable job.

your boss loved you, and coworkers admired you for the passion and dedication you carried. so why did it have to go all wrong with max? you had an image of him in your head that he was madly in love with you, though you'd later be proven wrong when you found out he was sleeping with his boss. finding them in the act on your 6th month anniversary.

you still can recall the feeling of being unable to breathe, their screams and his pleading going quiet as you could just stare into the room, not once being able to see his eyes. disgust, and rage, but mostly sadness, a heavy heart, and the lump in your throat. he hurt you terribly and you would forever resent that.

after the call, you sat quietly on the couch, hands in your hair as you thought about everything. looking around seeing your bags packed, the blue dress hanging by your room, pictures everywhere. you hated to admit but you were living in a hell, life messy and a disaster. your buzz ringed, seeing through the tiny camera your best friend jude in the frame.

you allowed him in, walking over to the large mirror and wiping away the dry tears, making yourself look more presentable. you looked worn out, eyes droopy and low, lips slightly chapped, and to make matters worse a zit on your chin. you exhaled a breath, keys jiggling as jude came in.

he set his training bag down, took his shoes off, and walked to you, giving you a small hug. "you look terrible," you gave him a warning look, "but lucky you, i brought us food," he spoke cheerfully, the mood inside you going from gloomy to content. "it's raining like crazy, i almost fell coming up. also i brought some packages and your mail," jude continued.

"thank you, i haven't had the time to go down and pick them up! i've been so busy packing and planning last-minute stuff," you groaned, going to the kitchen and washing your hands. "watch, in the next few minutes i'm going to get a call," you theorized. jude pulled out the food and served it into your plates as you grabbed a water for him and a soda for yourself.

"how was training?"

jude shrugged unimpressed, "same old. didn't really have to go in, but they needed me for a small campaign shoot, so i had no choice. also cama and tchou send their hello's."

you and jude spoke amongst yourself. just about each other's days and catching up from the last time you guys were together. you teased him about losing a bet with his little brother, jude whining about how he cheated. new music that came out, and a pop up store that opened lower in downtown.

"so what's got your head in a twist?" jude sipped on his last few ounces of water, leaning his head on his propped-up arm and hand. you awkwardly scratch the back of your neck, pick up the dirty dishes, and walk to the sink. "okay don't make fun of me-"

"you're basically asking me too... also no promises since you just made fun of me for losing against jobe," jude chuckled.

"jude."

"oh it's serious then... what did you do?" he saw the serious look on your face, a small worry constructing in his chest because he rarely saw you like this. you close your eyes, feeling the anxiety build in you once again, "i told my mom i was still bringing max..."

jude scoffed in denial, or trying to cope with the confusion, "y/n, you what?"

"i know! i know! i should've just confessed and coughed up the truth but i- i couldn't! she was so excited jude! i feel terrible for lying believe me i do, but after telling her about him and filling her with hope to break her heart, i just c-c-couldn't," you ramble, dishes clattering as you freaked out.

in your head it didn't seem as bad, but fully saying it out loud to jude, seemed even worse. jude grimaced, knowing you had messed up bad especially since the wedding was right around the corner. "i'm just embarrassed... i know they will start something and just talk down on me if i showed up alone."

jude knew how heavy-handed your family could be, often wanting to resent them because he cared for you so much. he saw how physically and mentally they could rain you even with the smallest sentence. they seemed so worried with their lives instead of the ones they should most value and care for.

jude gave you a concerned face, "what?" chuckling nervously when you gasped out, almost being able to see the lit-up light bulb on top of your head. "jude, I'm a genius!"

"well i beg to differ-"

"shut up," you pat your finger against your chin, a mischievous smile on your lip taunting jude's concern even more. "i don't know why i didn't think of this sooner! why don't you pretend to be my boyfriend? just for the wedding that's it!"

jude shook his head, hands coming up to back out of the idea. it was one thing you lying, but now asking you to play pretend was something totally different. "that's not a good idea y/n..." jude clenched his teeth forcing a smile. "oh cmon why not?"

"well, first of all, that's an even bigger lie to your mom. second, pretending would seem impossible. third, i don't want the first time meeting your parents to be a lie because of what happened," jude defended and stated his case.

"it's a huge favor but you'd save my life jude! one weekend and that's it! you have plenty of suits, you're also off this weekend, and they would never suspect a thing! please jude! i wouldn't be asking if i wasn't so desperate," you begged, seeing the hesitation in his eyes.

"it seems like a bad idea... you don't know what you're asking for y/n... were pretending to be a couple when were not! we have to make it believable even under the pressure of the wedding. a theatrical play, a stunt!" jude exclaimed standing up from his chair.

"jude please, please, please! it might feel weird but it's for the night only! after that, we go back to the good old y/n and jude," you followed him as he paced in your living room thinking of his answer. would it be back to normal even if he continued to feel the same for you? the unknown loving feeling he had for you?

the pretending would be hard when all he could hardly think of was you. how he felt recently and how nervous he got around you. he would do anything for you in a heartbeat, but this would break jude further than now. he couldn't fake pretend holding your hand, or kissing your cheek when he meant and wanted to do that with you currently.

as bad as the idea was, here he was hugging you as you cheerfully yelped when he agreed. time moved slowly for him, the sensation of regret and curiosity as what was yet to come from both of you. all he cared for was to make sure you were happy, and if faking being your boyfriend would help you, he was willing to do it, no matter the consequences.

as jude was fixing his hair, you finished setting your makeup with some powder and setting spray. nerves bubbling in you after the first test you encountered last night after your arrival. you let out a laugh at the tiny bed you had to share with jude. seeing his uneasy face even after he offered to sleep on the couch.

"we're running on schedule," you spoke, finishing clasping your jewelry around your hands and rings. jude came behind you, his shirt unbuttoned and abs in full view, as he finished zipping his pants. best friend or not, there was no denying how incredibly sexy jude was. the name should speak for itself, but with the looks and personality he had, it was too good to be true.

"need some help?" he asked seeing you nod slowly and looking down at your feet. he took the necklace, your skin on fire as his fingertips grazed your skin accidentally, almost jumping on the spot, goosebumps grazing your body. he clasped the necklace, grabbing the pendent and fixing it so it laid in the middle. "perfect," he cockliy smirked.

"thank you."

"are you almost ready?" he looked at you as he buttoned up his shirt, you almost stuttered but regained consciousness, "yes, just need to put my dress and shoes on," you turned back quickly furrowing your brows, wanting to slap yourself for allowing yourself to get carried away, or maybe at the uneasy desire in you when seeing jude.

you went to the bathroom, grabbing the lacy undergarments and the blue dress. the color was to die for, the perfect length even with your heels on, the opened back with the front just showing the perfect amount of cleavage, and the whole dress just accentuating your body even more.

you felt the need to throw some water in your face though you couldn't or else it would ruin your makeup. you settled with fanning yourself with your hand, the tense in your chest getting to you as it was becoming real now. you were just pretending with jude. nothing more right?

you looked in the huge light-up mirror, and suddenly the confidence you had dripped away as you thought of jude in the next room over. why did all of a sudden everything feel like it wasn't before? as in, things changed drastically since the night at your apartment? you've never felt this clumsy or as edgy around him.

when you woke up this morning, with jude on top of you laying peacefully, you couldn't help but feel overjoyed, as if it was a natural state and you've done it before. in your own world where the only thing that mattered was him and you. since then you were slightly freaked out, butterflies in your chest when he left or walk into the room.

jude double taked a look as you walked into the room again. the tiny room that felt like a joke to him after walking in hand to hand last night. his eyes roamed you, lips slightly separated as he admired your beauty, heart hammering in his chest. he watched as you grabbed your cheeks, immediately offering to help.

he leaned down, gently grabbing your foot and placing the white jeweled heel on you. your hands were clamped around the small bench cushions, jude looking up then and there to make sure they felt comfortable. once again, his touch felt like fire, playing with your head even more.

when he finished clasping the heel, he extended his hand helping you up. "you look absolutely gorgeous y/n... this dress was made for you," jude croaked, hearing you laugh shakily. "thank you jude. likewise," jude smiled at your reaction, "i mean as in you look super handsome with the suit, not a dress!" you explained.

"i think i got what you meant..." he joked, his eyes roaming uo and down again at you. "good. good. shall we head out?" you swallowed heavily, grabbing your purse, phone, and other stuff you needed for the night. you were in a rush, wanting to get some fresh air or you would explode in the room with jude inside. "lead the way y/n."

jude helped you in an out of the cab, his hand on your bare back as he guided you to the double doors leading into the reception. "how are you feeling? any nerves?" you spoke quietly to him, looking around as people were taking their seats or had their own conversations.

"some but not too many. like you said, it's just for today," he whispered along your ear, gently giving your shoulder a kiss as his hands went to your hips and walked you forward. your mom and aunt gasped, grabbing their dresses and walking towards you, almost sprinting. "here goes nothing," you say.

"oh my god! so you are real!" your mom yelped, making you give her a glare and eyes pleading not to make a scene. "i was starting to think my sweet y/n was lying to me about this boyfriend she had," you almost choked on your saliva, clearing your throat at her words. "i am y/n's mom, what is your name?"

"i'm jude. it's a pleasure to finally meet you ma'am," jude shook her hand and leaned down to kiss her cheeks in a greeting manner, the same with your aunt. jude's hand interlocked with yours, the happiness in your mother's eyes never leaving, almost tearing up at the sight of you with your "boyfriend."

"i can't believe it! it's a miracle, my daughter finally has her first boyfriend," she clapped her hands making you wretched at her choice of wording. you did everything to have her at least praise you once in life, and all it took was to have a boyfriend? you brushed away the glum feeling, jude kissing your hand, distracting you from the small burn in your eyes.

"oh my! look at them! they make such a beautiful pair," your aunt gleamed. "we do, don't we?" jude teased them, "took her a while to say yes to me, but i'm very fortunate to be here," jude resumed. "we're very pleased to have you here, anything you need don't hesitate to ask."

after saying hello to other family friends and cousins, you sat for the ceremony. jude wiped a small tear away after your old school friend finished her vows, slapping his shoulder when he made a small joke about your mascara running. "its not funny! the vows were so beautiful," you said.

"it's like we are watching me before you again," he said making you gasp. "jude what are talking about? you literally cried with me?" you recalled laughing, jude looking around scared if someone was hearing you. "please don't remind me... in my defense, i didn't see that ending at all."

after the ceremony, you and jude greeted other families, and most importantly congratulated the bride and groom. their faces ushered with happiness, overall content with how their day was turning out. you had to excuse yourself from jude at one point, your mom dragging you away for your help. jude was left behind with your dad.

"since she was little, she always hated getting thrown or dragged around," your father spoke, taking a sip of his whiskey. "seems like nothing had changed?" jude asked carefully with a playful smile. "oh not even close! it's my wife doing," he winked.

"jude right?"

"yes sir," jude nodded, presenting the dad talk coming up. "I'm gonna save the unnecessary talk and get straight to the point. it's so weird to see my baby girl all grown up, with the lusting and loving eyes she gives you. you love her very much and i can see that which is why i'm not worried about you hurting or losing her trust."

hell if jude didn't feel guilty before, he did now. he gripped the glass harder, nodding to your dad who looked upset. "she may have told you some stuff about us, but at the end of the day, she's my daughter and i love her the way she is... please just take good care of her for me... she been through enough as it is..."

"i only have good intentions and i promise you i won't ever break her heart," jude promised to your dad, but also himself. he would never be able to forgive himself if he ever did break your heart or make you lose the trust you had. max did it once and jude would never do it. even if it meant keeping away these long feelings for you.

when you returned you saw them laughing and chatting away, your heart full of emotions at them getting along. jude was so mature for his age, and it didn't come to a surprise when he got along with your dad so fast. his hand would naturally lay on your back or on your hip.

the next few hours were filled with more people dancing or chatting away. jude insisting you sat on his lap for a picture when the photographer passed, smiling wide, looking like a happy couple. it seemed so natural to you, being this close and intimate you were getting scared at how fast everything was being thrown at you.

"i had to see it for myself! y/n bagging a footballer? never saw that coming," your cousin approached you giving you a high as he dabbed up jude. "jude meet my cousin adrian, he's a huge fan of you, and just successfully signed with a small club," you introduced them to each other, with a huge grin on your face.

jude’s hand snuck around your waist, his thumb drawing shapes as his full attention was with your cousin who spoke about sports. you listened then and there, but your feet began to ache, switching your weight back and forth uncomfortably.

jude was quick to notice, leaving down to your level and asking if you were okay. “i’m fine i promise, these shoes are killing me that’s all,” you reassured with a smile, jude nodding before cutting the conversation after a few minutes. “i’m going to get her a chair and drinks for us,” you froze when he kissed your temple, “i’ll see you around later,” jude said his goodbyes dragging you along slowly.

like before, your chest beat faster, if he stared, smiled, even touched or got near you, you’d get nervous immediately. the familiar string of falling for someone filling the empty space left behind inside you. he was super good at pretending and it didn’t feel like that anymore.

it felt real. was he just pretending? or was he actually taking this fake relationship seriously and real?

all you could do was stare at his face, mostly his gorgeous brown eyes as he helped you get seated and served you some water, making sure you were fully okay. he sat next to you, his hand interlocking with his, and placing it on his lap as he paid attention to his surroundings. you become quiet, so into your head and questioning his every move now.

“jude?” you spoke softly, a confused smile on your face as he immediately turned to you with a soften gaze. you inhaled a breath, unable to look away from him, his ínstese state causing you to feel intimidated. “is everything okay?” he asked, leaning slightly over to you, pushing a small string of hair back. “is it supposed to feel like this?”

“what is?” jude shook his head not understanding.

“us? why am i getting the idea we’re no longer pretending…”

jude tore his gaze from yours, the panic growing more intense when he wouldn't reply back. "jude please... don't push me away. are we just pretending or has something changed?" you persisted, your hand gliding against his back to get his attention. jude debated, afraid of losing you right here and now, or having the possibility to maybe hear you feel the same way.

"come with me," jude demanded, helping your and dragging you to the dance floor where no one could really see you besides the other happy couples. his hands circled your waist, as yours went to his shoulders, unable to look away from him. "tell me i'm not the only one who feels it..."

"tell me what you feel y/n... what your head is begging to scream out..."

"i can't, i don't know jude. i'm afraid yet so confused? since we got here yesterday things feel different between us. it happened again when we had breakfast, when you put my necklace on, my heels! all of this is giving me mixed signals jude... i haven't felt this in so long.." you confess, a shaky breath escaping your lips when he pulls you closer and kisses your head.

"like now. i can't if you just did that out of pretending or because it came naturally to you. i've never had to worry about what you think till recently... it feels strange... yet ican't help but get hope that it means real," you rest your forehead on his shoulder blinking away the tears that slowly begin to let out.

jude could see how this was affecting you, holding your lower body with one hand and the other smoothing down your spine, feeling how you immediately let loose and relaxed by his praise and touch. jude could also feel the heavy weight beginning to feel heavier if he kept his true hidden feelings away. it was a sign, and there was no going back.

jude's hand cradled your chin, forcing you to look up at his, his brown eyes gazing over your teary face. he was truly amazed and so in love with you it made his head feel cloudy, almost dizzy, at how perfect and pure you were. his tummy fluttering at his gorgeous girl who was confused at how she felt... but in this moment jude knew you were in deep as well.

"tell me something, when you see me, does it make your heart race, like i'm the only person standing there?" you nod, "does your head tell you one thing but your gut tells you another when you see me?" you nod again, this time blowing the air out of jude's lungs. "my head tells me i shouldn't, but my gut tells me i waited so long that maybe it's now to late for us..."

"why would it be too late y/n...?" you shrug your shoulders. "because i don't you feel the same way i'm feeling." jude smiled weakly, his thumb brushing along your jaw, hearing your hum in delight, "how can you know when you haven't asked me?"

your eyes search his for any sign but you don't find any, "what are you feel in this moment jude?"

"that i'm the luckiest man to be here with you tonight," he says proudly, "that i don't think we've wasted any time, rather i feel we're barely getting started on this new branch of our lives... i can't pretend when i'm with you... because pretending to hide how i feel has been so hard, when all i want is you. all of you y/n..."

"i had to see you go through that idiot max, how he hurt you? when you were hurt i was even more devastated because i couldn't protect you. i'd do anything to make you happy or laugh because it's what i want to do. i want to be the only one who gets to do that. i promised your dad but myself also, ask me what the promise is..." jude insisted.

"what's your promise jude?"

"that i'd never break your heart or give you a reason to doubt me. that from this day forward, i completely will give you my all to care and relish our love once and for all. i'm tired of waiting and holding back of what should've existed and started when i first met you."

"jude-"

"i want to give you my all, to be devoted and in love with you forever. you have no idea what you make me feel, think! i wake up longing for you, at work, at my own home. you're the only girl i want and need in my life y/n," jude confessed, the weight finally lifted of his shoulders, now being able to feel like a free man.

you closed your eyes, breathing out a happy chuckle in relief. you sniffled, "you've ruined me jude, completely ruined me with your words, your confession! look at me, i'm worse than when we finished watching the vow!" you joked, hand nestling on the nape of his next, stroking his soft skin.

"you love me jude?"

"more than what you think."

"i need you to know i'm giving you my all as well. I've always sensed how different what we had was, and come to find out, i was just scared and felt the need to push away because you didn't feel the same way. what i feel for you never happened with who shall not be named..." jude chuckles, closing his eyes and swallowing a heavy gulp like you.

"i'm so hopelessly in love with you jude bellingham... so in love, i want to grow old with you, make every promise we said out loud come true. i knew i loved you as soon as we laid eyes, and you stumbled over your words," jude squinted his eyes, shaking his head embarrassed. "kiss me jude."

jude kissed you exactly how he dreamed. your lips soft and sweet as he imagined, even better. cradling your chin to tilt and pulling the kiss deeper. it felt so right, so amazing, so passionate. he was lost, his tongue entering your parted lips when you let out a small gasp and whimper. there was no more pretending, this was more real than ever.

"could get lost in how you taste. how you feel. i love you so much angel."

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false god - m. murdock

a/n: sorry if this is bad i did my best because i have been thinking about him a lot warnings: cursing, smut, cunninglus (reader recieving), exhibition (kind of?) matt has an oral fixation, praise, premarital activites, reader is deaf and uses hearing aids but it's only mentioned once, if i missed any let me know! word count: 1.8k summary: the night before your wedding, you and matt are starving. you want to order room service, matt wants to eat out. pairing: matt x fem!reader now playing: false god - taylor swift "but we might just get away with it/religion's in your lips/even if it's a false god/we'd still worship/we might just get away with it/the altar is my hips"

When the devil finally proposed to you, he did it amongst flames and darkness.

…

Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite as dramatic as that.

Matt had proposed to you in the empty office of Nelson, Murdock & Page where you had met, with the lights turned down and candles lighting up the air around you. It was romantic, just as the two of you deserved.

Planning took a long time, too, with flowers, dresses and food taking over your every thought.

But now, all of that was done. There was nothing to be worried about anymore, as you and Matt specifically requested that if anything were to go wrong, Foggy and Karen would take care of it the best they could and not alarm the two of you unless someone was either dying or threatening to kill you.

So, in less than twenty-four hours, you would be Mrs. Matt Murdock, doomed to a life of lawyer jargon and patching up wounds, with no way out. The thought made you giddy.

The ceremony was going to be held at the church, but the pair of you had moved in with each other a long time ago, so it felt weird to try and avoid each other the night before the wedding and the morning in your own apartment. So, you and your future husband, as well as your small wedding party, had booked a few rooms in a hotel near the church.

You both had your respective ‘last hurrah’ a few weeks prior, so there was really nothing to do after the rehearsal dinner other than head to your room and relax, waiting for your alarm to go off to start getting ready.

You had decided to take it easy, enjoying a glass of wine after what you deemed to be an ‘everything’ shower, taking all the necessary precautions to feel like your best self on your wedding day. You had even bought yourself a nice silk pajama set, white, just like your rehearsal dress, and just like your wedding dress.

Your wedding dress hung freshly steamed in the closet of the hotel room, your shoes placed neatly beneath it. Your jewelry and accessories were laid out neatly on the dresser across from the bed. Your wedding ring sat in a box, inscribed with your husband’s name on it. He sat next to it, your name in braille on the inside of the ring.

In the morning, your mom, your sister, Karen, Marci and the woman who had been doing your hair and makeup for every major life event would be there, coffee in Karen’s hands, as your soon to be husband and his best friend got ready together, reminiscing on how they had landed themselves here.

Everything was perfectly set in place. Your job now was to just get married, and really, how hard could that be?

So, with your wine, you tuck yourself into bed with full intentions of getting a good night’s rest in your silky bridal pajamas.

Except, your job was almost done. There were no more seating arrangements to make, no one else to chase after for an RSVP, no more fittings, and no more menus to create to adhere to you and your soon to be husband’s particular tastes.

So, for the first time in weeks, you weren’t stressed at all.. Which left you with one conclusion:

You missed Matt.

You had seen him a few hours ago for the rehearsal dinner, but you were suddenly left with the conclusion that you were aching for the man you’d spend the rest of your life with.

Before you realized what you were doing, you were calling him.

On the second ring, he answered.

“Hey, sweetheart. Everything okay?”

“Hi. Everything’s great.”

A pause.

“Okay, do you want to talk about anything..?”

“There’s nothing else to do, Matty!” You’re out of bed and pacing now. “I’m stress free, and I can’t even be with you!”

You hear his laugh from the other side of the line, and it makes your heart flutter.

“We have the rest of our lives to spend the night together, baby.” He must have had a drink or two like you, because ‘baby’ is his tipsy nickname for you.

“I know, but I miss you now. And I’m hungry.” You tell him.

“Do you want to come over, order room service, and make out?”  He grins. “You just have to leave before midnight, it’s bad luck to see the bride the day of the wedding.”

You’re putting on your slippers when you pause and consider this for a minute.

“Matt, You’re blind.”

“And you’re deaf, don’t forget your hearing aids, baby.”

“How drunk are you right now? How would I be talking to you if I didn’t have them in right now?” You question.

A pause.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” His voice is softer now, and before you know it, you’re out the door and walking down the hallway.

He opens the door before you can knock, because of all the men in New York, you’ve landed the one with heightened abilities.

“Hi.” You grin, but he doesn’t respond. He simply leans down and picks you up bridal style, much to your objection. He kicks the door behind him closed before he carries you to the bed. He lays you down on it, finding himself on top of you.

“Silk?” He asks gently, his hand on your side.

“Mhm. Bridal pajamas.” You giggle. He just grins and leans in to kiss you. He pulls away from the kiss only to move to your jaw, and then down your neck. “Matthew, I want to order room service, I’m starved!”

His hands find their way underneath your top, his fingers beginning to creep up your skin.

“Me too. Been planning so much, I’ve hardly had the chance to be with you.. To touch you like this.”

You hum softly, but then your stomach rumbles loudly. So, when He lands on his knees in front of you and pulls you forward so that his head is between your thighs, he takes a second to lean over, searching for the room service menu before handing it to you, as well as the phone.

“What looks good, baby?” He asks, leaning his cheek against your thigh. Your pajama bottoms are shorts, so his warm cheek is a sharp contrast to your skin.

“What are you up to, Murdock?” You ask suspiciously, sitting up to look at the menu.

“Nothing, what kind of desserts do they have on there?”

What a weird, secretive man your future husband is.

“Uh, they have a crème brulee, apple pie, angel cake with chocolate ganache frosting—”

“Oo, can you order me one of those?” he asks, starting to kiss your thighs. Your face flushes.

“Sure, But I’m also gonna order the chocolate covered strawberries and the brownie al a mode—”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He hums, “You just have to order it for me.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, but you go to dial the number for room service.

The woman on the other end of the phone is very nice.

As she begins to talk, Matt listens in, but mainly focuses on pulling down your shorts and panties, kissing along your thighs.

Your free hand goes to his hair to try and keep him from eating you out while you order room service, but he is a persistent man.

His lips meet your clit first, and he listens as you gasp, trying to finish the order that he had so kindly requested you to make. His tongue meets your folds, finally satiating the hunger he had for weeks leading up to this.

Your fingers grip his hair, only making him quicken his pace.

“Can I also get uhm—” You can barely think straight. “The uh, Fuck—” Matt’s nose rubs against your clit, his tongue moving at a devastating pace.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” The woman on the other line asks.

“Yeah, Sorry, stubbed my toe on the dresser,” You explain. Matt grins from his place between your thighs. His tongue drags up and down, as if he’s licking every inch of you, like maybe he’ll never be able to taste you again. “The angel cake, can we get two slices of that?” You ask, your fiancé’s pace increasing.

“Yeah, of course. Anything else?”

Matt takes only a moment to stop his assault on your pussy, to add, “The strawberries, baby,” before continuing to lap his tongue against your wet heat.

“The chocolate covered strawberries, and that’s it,” You finish.

“Alright, we have the brownie, the strawberries, and the cake..” She finishes. “What room?”

“Two twenty six,” You tell her. You roll your hips up to try and get more from Matt, but one hand leaves his grip on your thigh to hold your hips down. He knows you’re close, he always knows.

“Oh, are you the bride for tomorrow?” She asks.

This god damn wedding.

“Mhm,” You manage out, biting your lip to try and stop yourself from moaning.

“Congratulations!” She chirps, “Consider the room service complimentary, then,” She gifts.

“Thank you, very much.” You hum.

Matt stops his assault again.

“Ask her how long,” and then he’s back to tasting you, relentlessly.

“How long?” You ask, breathlessly.

“Should only be about ten, fifteen minutes.”

“Okay, thank you,” You say again, your grip on Matt’s hair tightening as you edge closer to your orgasm.

“Of course! Have a very happy wedding day!” And with that, she hangs up, and you toss the phone in the general direction of the machine.

“I’m gonna kill you,” You tell Matt, who stops quickly.

“Do you want to kill me, or do you want me to make you cum?” He asks. He looks really pretty between your thighs.

“Please, Matty..” You give in, and he smirks.

“That’s my good girl.” And he continues to suck your clit, edging you closer and closer. His pace quickens, somehow even more. You let out a soft moan that sounds like absolute heaven to Matt’s ears.

Your thighs are starting to shake because you’re so damn close. Matt keeps his licks consistent, waiting for your release. Your fingers tug on his hair, as you moan, finally hitting your release. He lets you ride out your high, licking all your cum up, making sure to suck up every last drop.

“So sweet and so good for me..” he hums, planting a soft kiss to your clit before pulling away, licking his lips.

“You’re such a dick..” You giggle.

He laughs, kissing your thigh.

“Did so well for me, Sweetheart..” He hums, leaning up to give you a soft kiss. When he pulls away, he slips your shorts back on, and looks like he has a new idea. “Ten to fifteen minutes, huh?”

“Mhm..” You’re just looking at him with such adoration.

“We could probably put that pretty mouth to good use while we wait, right?”

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Resemblance- Part 2

This is the second part of my Evan Buckley imagine, thank you all for the amazing feedback on the first part.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

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Summary: When Evan introduces (Y/n) to Eddie, she resembles someone he used to know. And he can't help himself when he's around her, leading to frightening behaviour.

Enjoy.

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(Y/n) could feel her palms beginning to sweat when she took three steps into the station.

This was her first time turning up to Evan's place of work. This was something that should have given her a feeling of adrenaline and joy and anticipation. This was supposed to be a heartwarming experience. Seeing Evan at work, watching the way he milled about the place and how his ADHD made him super organised here, differing from his organised chaos back at home.

Instead, all (Y/n) could register in her body was the dread crawling up her chest and lodging in the back of her throat, trying to cut off her breathing. Along with the anxiety swirling around in her stomach like a tornado graudally gathering strength and speed.

She was here for Evan. She was here to see Evan and talk to him- if he wasn't out on a call, of course. But all (Y/n) could think about was what would happen if she bumped into Eddie.

There were only so many excuses she could pull out of thin air that would prevent her from being in close proximity to her boyfriend's best friend.

She had successfully avoided going over to Eddie's place last week by telling Evan she didn't feel up to socialising. He had gone instead and had a great night playing games and watching documentaries with Eddie and Chris.

And when the team had gone out for drinks a few days ago, (Y/n) politely declined and said Evan should go and spend time with them where they could all be together, away from the stress of work.

But (Y/n) knew she couldn't avoid Eddie forever. Not when he was so close to Evan, and especially not when they worked together. She had a gut feeling he would be on shift today as well, and (Y/n) didn't know how to interact with him after the wedding little over a week ago.

"Hey (Y/n), how are you?"

Her head snapped to the right and she broke out of her thoughts when she noticed Chimney approaching her.

A nervous smile fluttered across her lips and she looked across at him through her lashes.

"I'm good, and you? How's married life?"

"It's great… are you looking for Buck, he's up in the kitchen."

(Y/n) nodded and happily followed after Chimney when he waved her over and spun on his heels to head in the right direction. But she couldn't help but flutter her eyes around the station, watching for that certain figure she was praying not to bump into right now.

Apprehension flooded her stomach and travelled up through her blood when she climbed the stairs. Her hand tightened around her bag and held it tight to her shoulder as she followed after Chimney. To her utter surprise, the only two people in the kitchen happened to be Evan and Bobby.

Evan was slouched against the counter, his bum stuck out with his back arched over and his arms folded in front of him, nursing a steaming cup of coffee. While Bobby was sat at the kitchen table looking through a paper.

"Buck, you've got a visitor."

Evan whipped his head to the right and a charming, if goofy, smile flooded his lips when he looked over at (Y/n).

He pushed off the counter immediately and crossed the distance over to (Y/n) with his arms out. As soon as she was within reach, Evan curved his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and looped his arms around her middle, almost lifting her up off her feet.

A quiet chuckle passed (Y/n)'s lips as she curved her arms around the back of his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Anyone would think he hadn't seen her in days, instead of merely a few hours.

"Missed me?" She murmured softly in his ear while Evan pulled back enough to steal a proper kiss from her lips.

She could feel him grinning against her mouth and his hands squeezed her hips as he kept her pinned against his broad chest as if she was about to try and walk away from him.

"Hm, course I did. You okay?"

(Y/n) let her hands shift round so her fingers were gliding up and down the back of Evan's neck which made his head twist from side to side and had him shiving before her. She let her nails scrape along his neck and through the short strands of hair at the back of his head while she nodded and stole another quick kiss from him.

"I found your wallet, it was in the bathroom." (Y/n) pulled back enough so that she could lean back in Evan's embrace. One hand stayed on the back of his neck while her other hand reached into her bag and retrieved his wallet which he had been searching for this morning for a good fifteen minutes before he had to leave for work.

She heard Bobby huff quietly and when she glanced over, he was grinning to himself and shaking his head. While Chimney headed into the kitchen and poured himself a drink.

"Do you usually take your wallet into the bathroom with you, Buck?"

"Not usually. The apartment is a bit chaotic at the moment, since I got a new roomie."

Evan rolled his lips together and leaned his cheek on top of (Y/n)'s head so he could look across at Chimney and Bobby. He watched the surprise flood Chimney's face as his brows rose up near his hairline and he almost dropped his coffee that he was taking over to the table with him. And when he looked down at Bobby, he saw affection pooling in the Captain's eyes as he put his paper down. He turned in his chair so he was facing the couple, one leg crossed over the other and his head tilted at an angle.

"Congratulations, that's lovely."

"Can we look forward to another wedding in the future?" Chimney was only jesting and he grinned around the rim of his cup when Evan started to blush.

A lovely shade of red crept up his neck and fluttered across his cheeks and nose before he tilted his head down to smother his face into (Y/n)'s hair.

"Don't give away all my secrets, Chim." Evan pulled back and tilted his head down to frown at (Y/n) when she started to laugh against his chest. His hands gave her hips a squeeze and a little shake to gain her attention as his brows narrowed and his lips pursed. "What's so funny?"

"I wouldn't call that a secret, after all the rambling you did at the bachelor party."

Confusion pooled in Evan's eyes and when (Y/n) tried to slip out of his embrace, he tutted and tightened his hands on her hips. He pulled her back and spun her round so her back was merged with his chest. His face tucked down against her shoulder which he grazed his teeth along to tease her before he turned his head to catch her eye.

"Why, what'd I say?"

It was (Y/n)'s turn to feel the heat rising on her skin and her teeth sank down into her lower lip when she thought back to that night.

She argued with her mind, pushing away the thought of Eddie's odd behaviour to focus on her partner's ramblings which she remembered in the morning, despite the headache she felt.

"Nothing much, just 'I'm gonna marry you, you know' about five times before you went on the karaoke."

The way Evan groaned into her neck made (Y/n) shiver and she couldn't help but laugh while Bobby and Chimney just shook their heads with adoring smiles. It was just like Evan. That was the kind of behaviour any of them would expect since they had all seen him drunk.

(Y/n) hadn't thought much of it in the moment, after all they had all been immensely drunk, Evan and Eddie more so than her. But she found it endearing when she sat on Evan's lap and he proudly, if drunkenly, said that he was going to marry her. It was the only coherent thing he kept saying to her before he went up on the karaoke with Eddie and somehow managed to string the words together without slurring them up.

It was a lovely sentiment that Evan clearly thought what they had was special and something that was going to last. And (Y/n) could see herself marrying Evan in the future, so it wasn't anything surprising or bad. It was lovely to have that reassurance that Evan wanted to be with her for the long run; for as long as possible.

"I'd better let you go, lover boy. I'll see you when you get home." (Y/n) tilted her head back on Evan's shoulder and moved her left hand up to cup his face.

Her brows rose when she felt Evan's chest press into her back as he took a sharp breath and when he fidgeted from foot to foot, she grinned. Making a mental note to put a star next to that pet name that he clearly seemed to agree with.

Her fingers danced across his cheek and smoothed over his jaw which she used as leverage to get him to lean down and kiss her. There was hunger hidden behind his touch and the feel of his teeth rubbing across her lower lip made (Y/n)'s heart skip a beat. She let herself sink back into his chest and trailed her hand down to cup his neck, digging her nails into his skin before she eventually pulled up for air.

She murmured a soft 'love you' against his lips, allowing him to take another kiss from her and bite down on her lower lip before she wriggled from his embrace. Knowing if she didn't try and leave now, she never would. His hands lingered on her hips for as long as he could until she was out of his arms and he was groaning his displeasure at being left empty-handed.

(Y/n) cast a look over her shoulder to see Evan slump back against the counter, his head tilted at an angle. With a blush creeping across his cheeks and his lips now a lovely dark shade of rouge.

He looked dreamy and edible stood like that and (Y/n) took a deep breath and tried to commit the picture to memory.

She cast a small wave to Bobby and Chimney who grinned and waved her off as she headed down the stairs.

Her eyes cast to the right and glanced into the gym but she suddenly wished she hadn't when her eyes locked on the one person she had been hoping to avoid since last week. Eddie.

Their eyes locked and (Y/n) could see such a wave of emotions wash over Eddie that he almost toppled off balance. He dropped the weights in his hands down onto the mat beneath him and quickly pushed up from the bench. When he moved towards the door, (Y/n) unintentionally took three steps back. They needed space between them. She didn't want to be within close proximity of Eddie. She didn't want to speak to him.

If it had been possible, (Y/n) would have wanted to avoid Eddie for the next few days, weeks, months, if she could. But she knew that was impossible. He was Evan's best friend, he was always working with Evan and going out with him after work and Evan looked after Chris on many occasions. It wasn't likely that (Y/n) could avoid him. She had to see and talk to him at some point.

(Y/n)'s hand locked around her bag strap on her shoulder and she looked down at her feet when Eddie stood in front of her. He kept a respectable three feet of distance between them and leaned his shoulders back against the glass wall.

Both his hands started to shake and rub up and down his thighs anxiously while he tried to focus his eyes on (Y/n)'s, but he couldn't.

He couldn't look away from those lips.

He couldn't focus on anything but the thought of kissing her. The thought of how many times he had kissed her- Shannon- his wife.

Separating (Y/n) from Shannon had become near impossible in Eddie's mind. Whenever he thought of her, he went back to his wife. She had that same soft, melodic voice that Shannon always used to lull him to sleep. She had those beautiful doe eyes that made him weak at the knees. And those lips, oh those lips were addictive.

Eddie knew the way he kissed her at the wedding had been rushed and fast and hard and pushy, but he had to. He had to kiss her when she had been playing on his mind and seeing her stood there was a temptation he just couldn't beat.

"Hi."

"Hey," (Y/n) couldn't keep her eyes on his. Not when she could see so many emotions swirling around in his chocolate orbs. Pain, sorrow, regret, and maybe, just maybe, a small slither of hope.

(Y/n) didn't know how to act around him now. What was she supposed to do when Eddie seemed to think she was someone else? How was she supposed to act after he'd grabbed her and forced her into the wall and kissed her like she was the air he needed to breathe?

How could she be normal around him when she didn't know why Eddie had attached himself to her the way he did? How could she be friendly when she feared her boyfriend's best friend might come onto her again? And she didn't know whether she would be able to fight him off a second time.

If Eddie came onto her with as much strength and willpower as he had at the wedding, he could overpower her and subdue her. If he grabbed her like he did when he was drunk and had some sort of delusion about her, (Y/n) wouldn't be able to get away from him in time before he did something.

She had been lucky at the bachelor party that she got away before Eddie started getting nasty. He had been five seconds away from shouting slurrs at her and she could still hear his voice in the back of her head.

'You shouldn't have left.'

'Come home.'

"How are you?" Eddie's voice snapped (Y/n) back to reality but she could feel shivers crawling up and down her spine all the same. She could still hear those words on repeat and she couldn't make sense of them.

"I'm good, what about you? Are you okay now?" Something about Eddie's behaviour around the wedding had been uneasy.

(Y/n) had wracked her brain trying to think if she had done something to lead Eddie on. Or if she should have seen the signals and tried to step away from him sooner. She couldn't fathom what his thoughts were or why he had attached himself to her. But something had been off and she wondered if he had felt unwell or had been recovering from an illness or grief to make him act out.

That would be easier. If that was the case (Y/n) could forgive him and relax, knowing that there was a strong possibility that it wouldn't happen again.

"Hm… I- I'm sorry." Eddie ran his hand over the back of his head, dragging through his curls before he took a quick look around. They didn't need anyone else listening to this conversation. "I know it doesn't make up for what I did, but I don't- I'm sorry."

He didn't know what else to say. All Eddie could say was sorry, because he was, he truly was sorry. He never meant to hurt or frighten her and he never meant to do anything that would unsettle or disrrupt Evan's relationship with the one girl he could see a future with.

It just hurt that Eddie could see a future with her, too. One that he so desperately wanted. A second chance that he knew he couldn't have, even if he tried to take it against all their wills.

Eddie could tell her he was sorry, but he couldn't say he regretted it. That was the worst part.

Not one single part of Eddie regretted kissing her. He wanted to do it again. And again. And again. He wanted to kiss her for the rest of his life because when he closed his eyes, he had Shannon back in his arms. He had his family back, his wife in his arms and his son safe and sound. Everyone Eddie needed was here when he had his hands on (Y/n).

Just looking at her right now was making his heart go haywire and send out extra beats and his nerves sparked and ignited and made his body become electrified.

(Y/n) was Eddie's second chance, and every fibre in his body was telling him to take it.

"Okay," (Y/n) tangled her hands together in front of her and looked down at her feet. She could see he was sincere and she didn't want to drag this out.

(Y/n) couldn't have a go at Eddie and shout and tear into him for what he did because deep down, she knew he wasn't himself when he'd kissed her. Something about him had changed, that was very clear. She didn't want to make him feel worse than he already did and shouting or degrading him wasn't going to make this situation any better. They needed to put this behind them and move on.

"I uh… you didn't tell Buck, what I did."

"No."

"Why?"

When Eddie went back to the hospital room, he had anticipated Evan throwing him into the wall and punching him. He had waited for Evan to shout and glare and strike him down. Or drag him out into the hall and let loose on him when no one else was around.

He had been plotting to grab Chris and his Abuela and make a swift exit before Evan could tear into him and before Eddie ruined the day for everyone.

But none of that happened. He realised instantly when Evan smiled at him and started to chat, that (Y/n) hadn't said anything.

She had every right to tell Evan what Eddie had done and ask him to have a word and set Eddie straight. She had every right to tell Evan and explain how rude and horrible and out of order Eddie had been, and he agreed.

Eddie would take whatever anger Evan would throw his way. He would stand and be told how inconsiderate and strange and fucked up he was. He would let Evan punch him and kick him out and tell him to get his head straight because Eddie deserved it.

He didn't know why (Y/n) hadn't told Evan, but he was secretly grateful. He was selfish and grateful that his friendship with Evan could remain mostly the same and unaffected, save for the awkward tension between Eddie and (Y/n) which they were now trying to sort out. She had made sure Eddie and Evan's friendship was preserved when she had every right to destroy it- no, to tell Evan how Eddie had already destroyed it. But she didn't, and he couldn't fathom why.

"What would be the point? I won't upset him like that or cause problems between you. Evan doesn't deserve that."

Her words made Eddie wince and coil in on himself.

No, no Evan didn't deserve what Eddie had done to him, and nor did (Y/n). They didn't deserve Eddie treating them so horribly. They didn't deserve him disregarding (Y/n)'s feelings and pushing the thought of Evan so far from his mind so he could live in his own fantasy.

But what else could Eddie have done in the moment when his wife had been looking back at him and all he wanted in the world was to hold her and touch her?

"Let's just let's draw a line under this, move on, okay? You're important to Evan, you're his family and I don't want anything to ruin that." (Y/n) rolled her lips together and moved to run her hands up and down her arms, comforting herself in the moment.

They had to work past this and she was willing to forgive and forget. It was going to be easier to pretend this hadn't happened and move on. There was no sense in upsetting Evan.

Part of (Y/n) felt uneasy not telling him.

He had told her when a woman on a call had gotten attached to him. He felt nervous that the woman kept coming back to see him and he told (Y/n) every time, even though he didn't lead her on or kiss her or get too close to her. He thought he should tell (Y/n) and she thought it was endearing and sweet. But now the tables had turned, she didn't want to tell him.

(Y/n) hadn't done anything wrong. She pushed Eddie away when he kissed her, she slapped him and told him no and made it clear he couldn't do that again. This was Evan's best friend, this wasn't some stranger off the street or a loose connection. (Y/n) couldn't come between them and ruin their friendship.

Hiding this and moving past it was the only way to protect Evan and try to keep some normality between them all.

"Thank you."

Before (Y/n) could smile or try and excuse herself and say goodbye, Eddie moved forward.

She froze on the spot and tensed up when Eddie wrapped himself around her. He reeled her in with his arms around her chest and his palms pressed flat between her shoulder blades.

(Y/n) stayed unmoving for a few seconds before she finally unlocked herself and very loosely hugged him back. She tried to stay neutral and rub his back because she could feel the relief radiating off of him and she had seen in his eyes that he had been about to cry.

But when she felt Eddie tuck his face into her neck, (Y/n)'s breaths caught in a lump in her throat and a tremor rattled down her spine.

He wasn't letting go.

When she leaned back, Eddie leaned forward like they were in some kind of dance. If someone came down the stairs and saw them now, they would think one of them was upset or something strange was going on. If Evan came down now he would know something was up and that they weren't exactly okay.

And (Y/n) strained her hearing when she felt Eddie mutter something against her neck. With the hustle and bustle of people walking about in the kitchen upstairs and the ambulance doors slamming and footsteps echoing on the polished floor, it was hard to hear exactly what Eddie was saying. And he was speaking so quietly that (Y/n) knew he didn't want her to know what he was saying.

But she was sure she heard him correctly, and his words sent fear spiking through her heart.

"I still miss you."

***

A smile flashed across (Y/n)'s lips while she rolled her eyes when she heard a knock at the door.

Has Evan seriously forgotten his house keys again? Or was he knocking because, like he said earlier, he loved the sight of seeing (Y/n) open their front door. Their door. To their apartment that they now shared. Their home together.

She dragged her hands along her leggings, brushing off the droplets of water since she'd just finished cleaning the kitchen.

When she opened the front door, the smile faded from her lips and her head tilted to one side. It was Eddie.

"Hi," Her hand tightened around the door handle and her other hand rested on the door as if trying to tell herself not to shut the door in Eddie's face.

Her eyes looked him up and down, taking in his attire and the way he slouched against the door frame. He had one hand tucked into his pocket and the other was dragging along his chin and along his jaw, scratching the stubble he was starting to grow out. His left shoulder was slumped against the doorframe and he had one leg crossed over the other.

Something about his stance looked very solemn and casual and relaxed and it made (Y/n) feel a bit more at ease.

"Didn't Evan message you… he's gonna be a bit late."

"No," Eddie pushed off the wall and rummaged in his pocket for his phone. The blank look on his face almost made (Y/n) feel bad and when he shook his head, she tried to smile.

"Maddie got a flat tyre so he went to take her home from work, but he won't be long… you can come in and wait, if you like."

Maddie had called about half an hour ago. When she went to leave work she realised one of her tyres had a puncture and she couldn't get home, and Chimney was on shift. Evan had graciously gone to take her to pick up Jee and then drop them both home and said he and Chimney would sort her car in the morning.

He was supposed to message Eddie and say he was going to be delayed since they were both heading out to meet Tommy at the pub for quiz night. It was their routine for Eddie to walk to the apartment and then catch a cab with Evan down to the pub.

"Thanks," He smiled softly and ducked his head down as he walked inside when (Y/n) stepped aside.

He dragged his fingers through his hair, nervously brushing them back while he followed (Y/n) towards the living room.

"So uh, are you joining us tonight, since you're already here?"

(Y/n) frowned and glanced over her shoulder, a quizzical smile dragging over her lips. "No, I- I've moved in with Evan. I'm not joining you tonight." She thought Evan would have mentioned it to Hen and Eddie after telling Bobby and Chimney. Maybe he hadn't gotten round to it yet.

She moved to sit down on the sofa, completely missing the way Eddie's face fell and his steps faltered.

Evan asked her to move in.

She was moving ahead in this relationship with Evan. Things were going great for them.

That wasn't fair!

She was supposed to be Eddie's second chance. From the moment he clapped eyes on her, he knew. He just knew that this was the universe trying to show him that he could be happy again. That he could have another functioning relationship, another chance at the small glimmer of happiness he'd had with Shannon.

Granted, what they had hadn't been perfect, but nothing ever was. They had known each other since they were teens, they had been together since college. Sometimes Eddie wondered if they had just been together too long and got stuck in their routines and set in their ways. That was why things hadn't worked out, but if Shannon hadn't of passed away, Eddie would have done anything to make things work with her.

And now he'd met (Y/n), this was his chance. She was beautiful, she was sweet and loving and funny and kind and smart. Everything about (Y/n) from the way she laughed to the way her eyes creased and how she brushed her hair behind her ear was a replica for Eddie's memories of his wife.

This was a sign, this was something Eddie needed. She was what Eddie needed, and Evan was stealing her away.

Why didn't Eddie meet her first? Why didn't he bump into her instead of Evan? Why was he always missing out?

"So, is anyone else going tonight, or is it just you three?" (Y/n) sat down on the sofa and curled her legs up beneath her. Her eyes followed Eddie as he moved to sit down and she took a deep breath when he sat down next to her. She thought after their conversation the other day that he would have chosen to sit on the armchair. Keep each other at arms length.

Either he was trying to form a friendship with her and trying to get along, or he was deliberately getting close like he had done at the hospital.

"No, no just us three. We need Buck and his random facts, we didn't win last week when he was on shift."

Something fond took over Eddie's eyes, but it slowly washed away when he thought of his best friend. All he could feel when he thought of Evan was jealousy dwelling in the pit of his stomach and clawing up to his chest. He didn't want to think of Evan. He didn't want his best friend to cross his mind, not right now. Not when all Eddie could see in front of him was the vision he had been dreaming of for the last four years.

"Casinos and quiz nights, the perfect place for Evan." (Y/n) mused with a soft smile that made Eddie's heart give out an extra four beats. "How's Chris?"

Something fizzled and popped to life in Eddie's chest when he watched (Y/n) move. He could feel his eyes bulging in their sockets and his hands curled into fists when (Y/n) shimmied round and got comfy. The way she leaned her right elbow on the back of the sofa and tangled her hand into her hair made Eddie feel like he was nineteen, inviting Shannon round to his parents house for the first time.

How she leaned back, how she tilted her head into her hand and how she smiled was exactly like Shannon when she was younger.

Oh God, why wasn't she his?

"Chris…" Eddie's mouth suddenly felt dry and when he tried to swallow, his pipes rubbed together and his lips changed into a disgruntled grimace.

"Yeah, how is he? Evan said they're both making oyster cakes for a bake sale next week."

"Yeah… he, he misses you."

A soft chuckle passed (Y/n)'s lips and she looked down at her hand that was tracing random circles across her thigh. He missed her? She had only met him twice, once at the wedding and then again when she and Evan picked him up from school and took him for a drive around town. But he did seem a sweet kid and she knew Evan was attached to him and had taken the role of his uncle very seriously.

"That's sweet, I'll have to-"

"You need to come home." Eddie spoke before he could stop himself and he leaned forward, curling his left hand around the back of the sofa while he pushed his weight forward onto his knees. "We both miss you, we need you… you shouldn't be here, you should be back with us."

He continued to ramble, unable to shut himself up once he started and he didn't care about the confusion and the fear pooling in her eyes. All he cared about was getting her to come home. Getting his wife back. He still had his wedding ring in his bedside draw attached to a chain he no longer wore. He would dig it back out the draw and wear it again if she came home.

He was falling apart without her, nothing was working out. He was missing something. There was a hole in his heart and a gap in his life that he couldn't seem to fill. Chris needed her, he needed his mother and he missed her. He felt like she had willingly left him behind and Eddie wanted to change that.

He wanted to bring her home and show Chris that she loved them and she was never going to walk out on them or disappear from their lives ever again.

What was he talking about? Why was he looking at her like that? Why did he have tears in his eyes and a determined look upon his face that sent her blood curdling like sour milk?

Dropping her hand from her hair, (Y/n) leaned as far back into the sofa as she could while she slowly swung her legs down so her feet were firmly on the floor.

"Eddie, please, please don't do this…"

(Y/n) tried to stand up. She knew getting as much space between them both as possible was the only thing she could do. But tears welled up in her eyes and her breathing stopped when Eddie's hand clamped down on her hip and pushed her back down.

His other hand cupped the back of her neck and she heard a quiet 'come home' murmur past his lips before he kissed her. This kiss wasn't rough like the last time. There was longing behind his touch and desperation in the way he gripped her, but it was also hurtful.

His lips were like sandpaper, they were thin and dry and desperate whereas when she kissed Evan, his lips were soft and plump and warm and wet. Everything about kissing Evan felt right, whereas everything surrounding Eddie's touch was desperately wrong.

She pushed her fists into his chest but she gasped when he leaned forward. All of his weight fell onto her and pinned her down into the sofa while her head slammed back against the arm rest and sent stars dancing before her eyes.

His chest crushed hers and his hand forced down into her hip like he was trying to melt his hand into her or merge her hipbone with the sofa. And (Y/n) knew, she just knew she would have bruises there later.

Tears trickled down her face and fell from the tip of her nose as she writhed beneath him and tried to send her knees up into his groin, but the way Eddie was pinned over her made it hard to kick him with any force.

Her hands balled into fists and she tried to clock him in the face but Eddie's hand left her neck and suddenly deadlocked around her wrist. She could feel his nails puncturing into her skin so deeply he was going to draw blood and he kept squeezing and squeezing until he was about to break her wrist.

"No!" His voice dropped two octaves and (Y/n) visibly shuddered beneath him, unable to stop a whimper from leaving her lips.

Why was he doing this? Why was he so obsessed with her? What had she done to lead him on or make him act like this around her?

A bubbling cry erupted from her lips and she started to kick her legs and wriggle from side to side, letting out a belting scream which made Eddie freeze. His pause gave (Y/n) just enough time to flop herself to the left and slither off the sofa and onto the floor next to the coffee table.

But her wrist was still gripped tightly in Eddie's hand and he didn't let go. Not when (Y/n) rolled onto the floor, and not when she tried to stand up and move away from him.

He stumbled off the sofa, following her like they were handcuffed together or some form of conjoined twins. When (Y/n)'s hand twisted in his grasp, she cried out and finally got her hand free from his hold.

She cradled her left hand to her chest, stumbling into the armchair before she turned and scuffled across towards the dining table.

If she could get to the bathroom, she would be safe. She could lock herself in the bathroom or maybe she could make a break for the door and lock Eddie in the apartment until this manic phase wore off. But what if it didn't? What if he didn't stop? What was she going to do? How was she going to calm him down and make him stop? How was she going to explain this to anyone?

"Eddie stop it! Y-you have to stop." (Y/n) took three shallow breaths and tried to hold her head up high, but it only made her shake harder.

Her body was trembling back and forth, her wrist was pulsing and throbbing against her chest and her hands and feet were turning numb as her blood went to her organs instead during this state of panic.

She got halfway between the dining table and the bathroom before Eddie grabbed her again, more manic this time.

Both hands came down on her upper arms and he twisted her roughly on her feet so she was facing him. Then he stepped closer. And closer. And another step until there was no space between them and his chest was pushing up against hers.

(Y/n) could feel each ragged breath Eddie took. She could feel his heartbeat throbbing in his chest and she could see the veins in his neck pulsing and hammering away beneath the skin. But it was his eyes that frightened her. They were blown wide, pupils expanded like black holes so she could barely see any hint of chocolate brown left.

"Why won't you just come home to me?!"

"Why're you doing this?" She roared back at him with the same amount of frustration and fury in her voice, but it didn't seem to phase him. Eddie didn't seem to care.

"I need you, Shannon."

His words frightened her to her core.

In what way did he need her? Was he trying to tell her that he needed her to come home like he said before? Or was this Eddie's way of trying to force himself on her?

And there was that name again. Shannon. Who was Shannon? Had she left him? Had she walked out on Eddie? Had she scarred him so badly that he was now looking for her everywhere, looking for a way to make amends with her? Why was he trying to make amends with (Y/n)? Why her? What was so special about her that Eddie thought he could rectify everything through her?

Her tears splashed onto the floor when Eddie shook her by her arms until her neck ached and her head snapped back and forth. He couldn't shake his thoughts into her mind. He couldn't hurt her until she understood what was going through his mind, it didn't work like that.

She cowered back when Eddie pushed her into the wall beside the bathroom and his chest was once again so close to hers that she could feel each deep breath he took.

"I'm not Shannon!" Her words broke out through the air at the same time as the front door opened.

Panic struck (Y/n)'s heart and sent a knife slicing through her heart when her head snapped to the right and her eyes locked on Evan.

He was stood frozen in the doorway, one hand around the door handle and one hand balling his keys up into his fist. His expression was unusually blank for the longest second of (Y/n)'s life before she watched him become animated and spark to life.

Before Eddie could utter one word, Evan's hand was scrunching up the back of his shirt and his other palm was pressing against Eddie's chest. In one swift motion, he yanked Eddie backwards until he was stumbling over his feet and he was backed up near the kitchen. Evan added as much space between Eddie and (Y/n) as he could and both his hands moved to deadlock around Eddie's shoulders.

He squeezed so tightly Eddie was shifting uncomfortably and leaning down to try and get out of his hold, but he wouldn't relent.

Evan took a sharp look over his shoulder and dragged his eyes up and down his girlfriend.

She looked shellshocked.

Both arms were pinned to her chest. Tears were falling freely down her face. Her entire body was overcome with trembling and she could barely catch one proper breath.

That sight alone was enough to make Evan's blood boil over and had him shaking with fury. What the Hell had Eddie done to her? Why had Evan walked in to find his best friend pinning his girlfriend up against the wall? Why was she crying? What did Eddie think he was doing?

"What have you done?!"

The look in Evan's eyes was one Eddie had never seen before and he found himself shaking his head, although he didn't know why. He couldn't deny what he'd done. He couldn't play this off or run out or try and calm Evan down. He had fucked this up. He had made a royal mess and he wasn't sure how he was going to clear this up or make it any better.

Evan's eyes swept up and down his best friend- if he could even call him that right now, before he looked back at (Y/n). Eddie couldn't look away from her. Even now as he was being pinned into the counter and Evan was demanding his attention, all Eddie could do was stare at (Y/n) and it made Evan want to scream.

"What have you done to her?" Evan's voice was low and gritty and there was a warning tone to his voice. If he didn't like what he heard next, he might just do something drastic.

When he didn't get an answer, Evan slammed his hands into Eddie's shoulders, giving him the roughest shove backwards until his hips were burning against the counter. He spun on his heels to face (Y/n), chest heaving, shoulders taut, hands balled into fists at his sides.

"Tell me what he did-"

"W-who's Shannon?" It was the only thing (Y/n) could say because it was the only question rattling around in her head.

Why was Eddie insistent on calling her that? Now that she thought back, (Y/n) hadn't heard Eddie utter her name. Not once. He had never called her by her name and the two times he referred to her, he said Shannon.

But she watched the light fade out of Evan's eyes and her stomach flipped when his lips parted but he couldn't find anything to say.

Now he understood. Now he could see why Eddie had that unfiltered, manic look in his eyes. He was looking at (Y/n) and seeing his wife- his dead wife. He was trying to create some sort of fantasy where he had her back, and he was using Evan's girlfriend to do it. Did he have no self control? Did he have no conception of the hurt he was going to cause everyone by doing this?

"Get out." Evan waved his hand towards the open door and pointed. He didn't want him here. He didn't want Eddie within his sight. Evan couldn't recognise the person staring back at him and he wanted Eddie out of his home before something even worse happened.

"Buck-"

"Now."

(Y/n) flinched at the deep tone in Evan's voice that rattled around the walls and make her shake down to her core. And she coiled in on herself when she watched Evan give Eddie a shove in the direction of the door. He needed to go before he caused any more problems.

The moment Eddie started walking towards the door, (Y/n) found the will to move her legs that had turned to jelly. She pushed away from the wall and shakily crossed the floor until she was next to Evan.

Her arms bound tight around his waist and she buried her face in his chest, pressing her cheek against the undone button on his shirt as she tried not to sob into his chest. She could feel his flushed skin burning against her cheek and each breath he took pushed out against her cheek.

Evan curved his left arm carefully around (Y/n)'s waist, unsure whether to hold her or not with how shell-shocked she seemed to be. But when she didn't pull away and only nuzzled further into his touch, Evan moved his other hand to cup the side of her face. His thumb grazed along her jaw and he pressed his lips against the top of her head.

"Buck, I- I didn't-"

(Y/n) whimpered. She couldn't help it. When she heard Eddie's voice getting closer, her arms instinctively tightened around Evan's waist and she pushed herself into him until he was almost stumbling back. He tightened his hold around her and turned her to the side to make sure he was stood between her and Eddie.

A shield of protection for (Y/n). A boulder in Eddie's path. He had to keep them apart, at all costs.

"You need to be careful, Eddie. Because you're gonna lose everything if you carry on. Think of Chris; Marisol; me. Sort your shit out before you lose us all because if you ever take a step too close to (Y/n), I'll do something we'd both regret. And I'd never forgive you."

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[goodnightoilcountry]

jo's nhl fic rec list !

hi - welcome to my attempt at being a fic writer again. i have a wip list in the works but first things first: my fic rec list of all the works i've found and adored.

if you don't know yet, you will know soon that i am such a sucker for angst. i hope you find something new to love from the list below !

how to navigate

i update this list weekly (try to) and place all the new fic recs at the top under NEW.

when searching for a specific player, they will always be listed under their current team.

* updated friday 31 may 2024 *

weekly note: we've tipped over 100 fics on this list ! actually insane behavior of me to have consumed this much content, but how could i not when everyone keeps putting out masterpieces. there's a healthy line up this week with a good mix of both long and shorter pieces. anyways, let's get this quinn hughes fic done, hey ?!

like my selection of fic recs? have a player who's not been featured? let me know and i'll go on a deep dive for you!

NEW

'tis the damn season (matthew tkachuk) by @blueskrugs word count: 3k

hold my hand (nico hischier) by @theemporium summary: travelling can be stressful, but it's a little easier when your swiss grizzly bear boyfriend is by your side. word count: 1.7k

one day all my love will come back to me (nathan mackinnon) by @matthewtkachuk summary: spending a mid-degree gap year in the guest bedroom of your best friend who you’ve been in love with for ages seems to be a recipe for disaster until a hook up with a player from a visiting team threatens to change your future forever  word count: 10.9k

nostalgia (jack drury) by @pennylanefics summary: you meet jack's parents for the first time over dinner word count: 2.3k

coffee to go (jack drury) by @pennylanefics summary: while getting coffee one day, you run into your ex boyfriend after successfully avoiding him for the past few months word count: 1.1k

because of brock (brock boeser) by @ohmyeyesmyeyes summary: a breakup because of brock word count: 8.7k

you are in love (quinn hughes) by @sunkissed-zegras summary: 3 times that quinn wanted to tell you he loved you, and the 1 time he finally did. word count: 3.5k

our wedding (seth jarvis) by @hockeyboistrash word count: 0.7k

crush(ed) (luke hughes) by @nhlclover summary: luke finds himself caught in whirlwind of emotions when quinn brings his girlfriend to the lake house. word count: 2.4k

you'd know (jamie drysdale) by @ohmyeyesmyeyes summary: jamie moves to philly! and doesn't sleep on cam's couch! word count: 3.1k

8:18 AM (mat barzal) by @undertaurus summary: bogged down by the consecutive losses experienced by the isles, mat finds another avenue for hope and what else to look forward to in the future. word count: 2.4k

FIC REC MASTERLIST

total number of fics: 101

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philadelphia flyers fic rec list players: erik johnson - jamie drysdale

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vancouver canucks fic rec list players: arturs silovs - brock boeser - quinn hughes

ALL OUR WONDERFUL WRITERS

thank you to all the incredible fic writers on this godforsaken app ! i am always so in awe of how creative people are and am constantly inspired by your minds ! i can't wait to find more of you on here 🤍

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[coryosmin]

frustrations - coriolanus snow x fem!reader

slight nsfw | mdni

based off of this ask though slightly different!! took a more angsty approach than smut. hope it’s good though!!

Note: Takes place during Coryo’s Gamemaker days

Coriolanus Snow was many things, a murderer, a manipulator, and a cunning individual. He had vowed that after Lucy Gray he would never love again. Of course, however, like most things in his life, that doesn’t go to plan. The day he laid eyes on you, he was truly enamored. Of course, the two of you went to the Academy together. But you were a year below him so he never paid much attention to you. So when he had seen you at an event hosted by the University in his second year, he was shocked by how beautiful you had become.

You radiated an elegance that most people within the Capitol lacked. Your smile lit up the room. It certainly helped that you came from such a well-off family. And when you looked at Coriolanus for the first time that night at that event, he felt his heart literally stop, something he had never felt before. Not even with Lucy Gray.

Two years later, you guys got married. You were still in your last year of University while Coriolanus had just graduated. It was a beautiful ceremony that was worth absolutely everything.

Now to the present, a few months after the wedding, Coriolanus had gotten a job as Head Gamemaker of the Games. It was a very stressful position, having to top each of the Games from the previous years. And on this particular day, Coriolanus was beyond frustrated.

It all started when he woke up. He woke up to you not being in the bed. This wasn’t your fault of course. You had to have breakfast with your father and you couldn’t say no to it. But that didn’t mean Coriolanus couldn’t be annoyed at it. He couldn’t cuddle you which was so lame. He looked forward to his morning cuddles, thank you very much.

When he got to work, he was bombarded with issues such as one of the mutts had attacked an intern because the intern didn’t bother to wear the proper protection in order to avoid getting injured. So of course Coriolanus had to deal with that. It was absolutely ridiculous. He was beginning to understand why Doctor Gaul hadn’t cared too much for the well-being of others. People were just so completely stupid that it didn’t quite matter. Another issue had been that one of the other Gamemakers were trying to give Coriolanus a proposal about what to add to the Games as if Coriolanus didn’t already know these things. All the ideas in the proposal were things he had already thought of!

The day was just unbelievably frustrating. So when he got home from work, he had all this pent-up frustration inside of him.

You greeted Coriolanus immediately with a bright smile, dressed in an adorable dress that he had gotten you a few weeks ago. You looked like an angel. But when you gave Coriolanus a hug and a kiss, he didn’t reciprocate. He just sighed a deep sigh, patting your waist in greeting. It caused you to frown as that wasn’t how Coriolanus usually greeted you.

“How was your day?” You asked, keeping a light tone.

Coriolanus took his shoes off, placing them neatly on the shoe rack before uncuffing his dress shirt. “Long.” He said shortly, not elaborating.

“Yeah?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

“Yep.”

“Wanna talk about it?” You had asked as the concerned wife.

“No, I don’t want to talk about it!” He raised his voice, his frustration getting the best of him. “Please just leave me be for a bit.” Coriolanus walked past you, making his way to your shared bedroom and slamming the door shut.

You couldn’t help tearing up. Coriolanus had never raised his voice at you at any point in your relationship so this was definitely quite new to you and you didn’t know how to react. You took a deep breath, blinking your tears away as you bit your lip. You made your way to the living room and to the balcony, standing outside to look at the sun setting. It was only about seven in the evening.

You stood out there, overlooking the Capitol as you thought about Coriolanus. Did you do something to upset him? Was he just upset over something that happened at work? You tried to think about anything you could’ve done to upset him but couldn’t think of anything. Maybe you had done something without realizing it.

You didn’t realize how long you had been standing outside on the balcony until you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. “What are you doing out here, doll?” Coryo murmured into your ear, pressing a kiss onto your lobe.

“Thinking.” You replied softly. You didn’t know how else to reply or what else to say.

“What about?”

You hesitated replying for a moment. “About when you came home.” You murmured, looking at the sky. “You’ve never raised your voice at me before.”

Coryo pulled you tighter against him, leaning his chin on your shoulder. “I know, princess.” He murmured.

“Did I do something to upset you?” You asked a bit vulnerably, grateful that Coriolanus couldn’t see your face.

“Not at all, love,” He replied, pressing a kiss on to your neck. “I just had a long day at work. Everything had been too much.”

“Are you sure?”

Coriolanus took a deep breath, moving to stand up straight and tall as he unwrapped his arms from you. He turned you around. “I’m positive, baby.” He replied, looking into your doe eyes. He grabbed your hand, guiding you inside. “Let’s go inside. Perhaps I can make it up to you?”

You didn’t say anything and just allowed yourself to be led by Coriolanus. He brought you to the bedroom, closing the door behind him after you had entered. “I didn’t get to hold you this morning,” Coriolanus murmured as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss on to your lips.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You replied, pressing a kiss onto his lips.

“I suppose I can forgive you.” He smirked, gently pushing you onto the bed.

Coriolanus definitely showed you how sorry he was for raising his voice at you. He showed you with kisses, made you cum twice using his tongue and once on his fingers. All you had to do was lay there and look pretty as he worked on taking care of you. When he finally fucked you, he didn’t last long. He did it hard and fast, taking his frustrations of the day out on your cunt. And you were so good for him.

And when you both finished, breathing heavily, he laid on top of you, pulling out. He wrapped his arms around you, laying his head on your chest. “I love you,” He murmured against your warm skin.

“I love you too, Coryo.”

#fanfic #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #thg tbosas #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow smut #coryo x reader

[brummiereader]

PREVIOUS PART

Killing Me Softly (PART SIX/ DARK!TOMMY)

Summary: It's been two months since your escape from Tommy's clutches. How long will you be able to stay hidden until your husband hunts you down?

Warnings: Language, angst, psychological mind games, controlling behaviour, toxic marriage, Dark!Tommy ( this is a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

Writers note: Just to note, £250 in 1920s England is the equivalent to £9,183 in today's money, the price Tommy paid for your diamond encrusted bracelet . The song Tommy sings to Y/N is called "Run Rabbit Run" by Flanagan and Allen that was released in 1939, a song Tommy would have known.

Two months later...

Storming into the factory building, every worker turned around in a hurry to avoid the fury on their bosses face. They had learnt over the past two months that one wrong look could end with them getting shot, a lesson they learnt quickly when one of Tommy's many workers approached him to ask about a delivery due that day. Tommy's response, the end of his gun pointed to the young man's head. The workers only saving grace was when Arthur and John stepped in before he ended up six feet under with a bullet hole through his skull. The reason for his anger, you. For the past two months Tommy had torn Birmingham apart looking for you, every one of his henchmen as well as himself had been out searching for you night and day. Countless hours had been spent checking potential leads and yet, he still hadn't found you. The king of Birmingham, the notorious boss of the Peaky Blinders couldn't find his wife, the embarrassment only angered him more. Fury was consuming him, your brazen act of disloyalty and disobedience at the forefront of his mind every second of the day. Unable to sleep or eat, the only thing that kept him going was tobacco, whisky and the awaited pleasure he would feel unleashing his punishment on you, a punishment you would not escape for a second time. Slamming the door to his office shut, Tommy sat down in his leather chair, his fingers running through his hair as he looked down at the various notes left on his table. Sitting back he flicked through each one of the potential sightings, all of them quickly deemed useless as he tossed them into a nearby bin. Gazing down at his wedding ring, Tommy turned the gold band around his finger, clenching his jaw as he pushed down any anxiety that dared to make an appearance. A small inconvenience until he had found you, he thought to himself as he brushed his hand down his face. But was it? You had begun to stir up anxieties in him that he had pushed away for years since his return from war. The fear of having no control over what could happen started to slowly creep up on him again, the same fear he felt digging tunnels in France as the weight of the earth threatened to fall down on him. Swallowing back the memories, Tommy clenched his fist as his mind forced him to remember his time in France, and the only thing that kept him going, his childhood love. At first, it was a comforting memory he'd conjure up as the sound of gunfire echoed through No Man's Land behind him, but in his desperate attempt to block out reality it had become an unhealthy fixation. A once innocent young love became an obsession, an obsession he refused to let go of. Overtime the sound of gunfire and bombs exploding no longer scared him, instead it was replaced with the fear of never seeing you again, a fear that started to feel all too familiar. Straightening his posture out Tommy poured himself a glass of whisky in an attempt to rid himself of the uncomfortable feeling pressing against his chest.

" Why did she leave?" John's wife Esme asked her husband as she watched her brother-in-law through the glass window of his office, his head in his hands, his knee rapidly bouncing up and down as the stress coursed through his body. He was loosing control, and it was becoming evident to all those around him.

" The worry of her mother being sick. She's in a fragile place Esme. She couldn't handle it and left. Tom says she always does that, runs away from her problems when things get too difficult" he replied as Polly looked on, raising an eyebrow at Johns explanation.

" He looks like he's going to murder someone" Arthur said as he walked into the factory looking at Tommy now pacing back and forth in his office with another glass of whisky in his hand.

" He nearly did" Polly said, referring to the factory worker who almost got shot in the head for having the audacity to talk to him.

" He's still not found her then?" Arthur asked, leaning against a wall as he pulled out a silver flask of whisky. Clearly the soothing lull of the amber liquid was not too early for him either.

" Does it look like it?" John replied as he rolled the toothpick in his mouth between his lips.

" Fuck...we've looked everywhere, how far could she have got?" Arthur replied, taking a swig of liquor.

" Pretty far, when your scared" Polly spoke up, as she looked down at the newspaper in front of her.

"Heads up" Arthur said as he nodded to Tommy's office door, warning everyone of his younger brother's approaching presence.

"Arthur, John, we're leaving " Tommy said as he put his coat on, his eyes darting to his Aunt who was staring him down

"You gonna tell us where we going?" John asked as he hopped off one of the receptionists desks placing his peaked cap firmly on his head.

" Just had a phone call. She was seen down by the old Jewellery Quarters over a month ago" Tommy replied as he turned his head to his Aunt. "Problem?" he asked, annoyance in his voice as he cocked an eyebrow at his Aunt's insistent glare.

" Oh no Tommy, you go find your wife...that's if she wants to be found" Polly replied, turning away as Tommy cleared his throat in irritation at her remark. Had Polly finally figured everything out?

"Y/N there's a letter here for you, your Landlady said as she bounced her baby up and down on her hip.

"Thank you Mrs Riley " you replied as you smiled at the baby boy reaching out for you.

"Is it still ok for you to babysit tonight?" she asked as she wiped the dribble off her son's chin with the end of her apron.

" Of course, I don't mind at all. Plus, how could I say no to this little man" you replied as you took him from her, blowing small raspberries to his neck as he giggled in response.

" Ahh thank you. First time me and Mr Riley have gone out since this little one came along. You should really come one day, lots of single men will be there, they will be jumping at the chance to dance with you. We need to find you a husband!" she chuckled smiling to you, unaware that you were already married.

"Why would I need a man when I've got this little bundle to keep me company" you replied looking down at the baby in your arms, a small uneasiness washing over you at the thought of Tommy. " Oh god, it's that time already. I'm going to be late" you said looking down at your watch as you passed the baby back to his mother. Saying goodbye you walked out onto the farm you had been stopping at for the past two months. Having sold the bracelet Tommy had gifted you before your wedding, you had plenty of money to afford a more expensive place to stay, but you needed to keep low. You knew Tommy would be out searching for you, and with that in mind you responded to an advertisement in the local paper for a small lodgings at Riley Farm, the perfect place for anyone wanting to go unnoticed. A small bedsit attached to the side of the farm house in a little village you had never heard of, so inconspicuous that it was not even marked on a map. With everyone knowing the last name Shelby and Tommy knowing you might use your maiden name in replacement, you started using your mothers maiden name from the day you left Arrow House. Word spread fast about Tommy Shelby's anger. Even in the small village you was now living in a you heard talk of how the gang leader of the Peaky Blinder was tearing the city apart. No one knew exactly why the infamous Tommy Shelby's fury had rained down on the smog covered city, but there were rumours of his wife having run off with another man, a rumour you only imagined infuriated him even more. You knew your husband would never cease in his search for you and that you would eventually have to leave and find somewhere else to stay, but for now you enjoyed the peace and quiet the small village gave you, a peace you had forgotten existed. You had started working as a teaching assistant at the village school, a school that accommodated many orphaned children from the war, funded by rich benefactors. You enjoyed your job, the children's laughs and joyful spirits were a pleasant distraction to the memories you held inside of the previous months. But there were still times when Tommy would invade your thoughts and you would suddenly find yourself longing for him once again. Longing for his strong arms wrapped around you, his hands cupping your cheeks as he look down into your eyes, his voice telling you he loved you. Had he still a hold on you, even after everything that had happened ?

"Stop here Arthur" Tommy said as his older brother pulled up in front of a shop in Birmingham's city center.

" What the fuck we doing here, thought she was seen in a jewellery shop?" Arthur replied as he looked out his window at the small building. Giving no response Tommy opened the door as he reached into his pocket to light a cigarette. Looking up, Tommy squinted his eyes at the sign attached to the old stone brick wall, "Johnson & son Pawnbrokers". Breathing out a cloud of smoke he entered the small business, shutting the door behind him.

" Well I guess we bloody follow him then" Arthur said rolling his eyes as John shook his head laughing.

As the three brothers entered the shop, the owner immediately scurried back behind his till, instantly recognising each gang member, the shine from the blade on the front of their caps a stark reminder of their brutality if he dared to anger them.

" Please, I don't want trouble" he said as he put his trembling hands up in defence.

"What makes you think we're here to cause trouble?" Tommy asked as John and Arthur looked around at the various objects for sale.

" A young woman was seen coming in here a few months ago" Tommy said reaching into his suit jacket, pulling out an old picture of you that had clearly seen better days.

" We get lots of people coming in to sell things Mr Shelby" he replied nervously as he looked down at the picture. " I don't remember her, she could have come in when my son was working or maybe my wife, I'm not very good at remembering faces. I'll, I'll go get my wif.." he said only to be interrupted when Tommy pulled a gun to his head, tired of the conversation. The shop keepers eyes quickly darted to the back door next to him as he contemplated fleeing.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you" Tommy said as he clicked the safety off. " I have very little patience these days Mr Johnson".

" Tom, I think you might want to see this" Arthur said as he looked down into a glass cabinet. Narrowing his eyes Tommy lowered his gun, a small smirk playing on his lips as he looked at the trembling man in front of him. Walking over, Tommy's eyes widened at the small bracelet he had offered you before your wedding sitting in a glass cabinet on a red velvet stand. His stomach suddenly felt sick, his hands sweaty.

" Care to explain why the fuck you have my wife's bracelet in your possession?! " Tommy shouted as he marched back over to the shop owner, the gun now pressed firmly against the old man's temple.

" She...she must have come in and sold it, please don't shoot me" he said mumbling as he scrunched his eyes shut, the barrel of the gun cold against his skin.

" No? " Tommy grinned darkly as he twisted the end of the gun further into his flesh.

" P..please Mr Shelby"

" I wouldn't say anything more if I was you, he's two seconds away from pulling that trigger" John said as Arthur watched on.

" Yeh, and I can't be bothered to pull him off another innocent soul for a second time. Got elbowed in the bloody stomach last time " Arthur added as the two brothers looked at eachother smirking, enjoying the torment they were inflicting.

" Right give us the keys to open this thing " Arthur said slapping his hands together, pulling Tommy out of his trance. Dropping the gun from the shop keepers head Tommy scoffed as he watched him fumble to find his keys.

" So is it hers?" John asked as Tommy picked it up, turning it over to see both your initials and the date of your wedding engraved on the back. Brushing his hand down his face Tommy nodded as he enclosed the bracelet in his hand, placing it in his pocket.

" Did she erh..." Tommy said as he started to clear his throat, his mouth suddenly going dry "...did she leave any details, address, number?" He asked as he turned back to the shop keeper.

" I'll check right now for you me Shelby" the owner said hurrying back to his counter as he looked through various pieces of paper, desperately trying to find something as Tommy waited next to him, lighting another cigarette

" What do you think?" John laughed placing a straw hat with an array of different flowers stitched into the side of it on top of his peaked cap.

" Very pretty John boy, you should get it" Arthur said winking to his brother. "Ain't he pretty Tommy?" Arthur laughed trying to get his brother to lighten up.

" Beautiful" Tommy replied flatly as he looked back over to the shop owner, his fingers taping on the counter, his patience disappearing.

"Ah here! I found something. One diamond encrusted bracelet sold in the exchange of, One Hundred and Ten pound King George Sterling to one Miss Y/mothers maiden/N, 12A Ferris Court Birmingham" he said handing the small piece of paper to Tommy, breathing a sigh of relief.

"She's still in Birmingham?" John questioned confused as to how they hadn't found you since they had already checked that part of town. Scrunching the paper in his hands, anger started to build up in him. Was someone helping you?

" Y/mothers maiden/N" Tommy scoffed. " One Hundred and Ten pounds ey? I brought that bracelet for Two Hundred and Fifty" Tommy said, squinting his eyes at the shopkeeper who swallowed harshly as he leaned over the counter to open his till. " One Hundred and Ten pounds, and I'll be keeping the bracelet" Tommy said pulling the same sum of money out, a smirk on his lips as the owner rubbed the sweat of his forehead as Tommy emptied his till." Lads " Tommy said as he walked to the door, his brothers quickly following behind him. " Pleasure doing business with you Mr Johnson" he added, walking out the door as Arthur took the hat of John's head replacing it with slap to the back of his skull instead.

After a long day of working at the school, you and the teacher you were assisting made your way to the village square. You and Mr Brown or as you called him Robert, had grown close to one another over the past weeks. He had become a good a friend, but only a friend. He would never ask questions about your personal life, quickly realising you were reluctant to talk about it whenever the topic arose, he respected your privacy and decided to leave the subject alone. Every day after school had ended he would walk with you to your lodgings, he was a caring man whose friendship you deeply cherished, one you was afraid of Tommy learning about. If your husband knew you was talking to another man let alone him accompany you home, you would certainly both pay the price for his anger, the thought alone scared you into never delving into your past.

" Think the kids really enjoyed your imaginative way of learning the alphabet today. Still don't know how you managed to find an object for each word of the alphabet" he laughed as he walked beside you along the country lane.

" I don't either" you giggled as you both approached the village square, the sun shining down on the quiet neighborhood.

" Thinking about having them do a large drawing for our benefactors visit tomorrow, we are so grateful for their donations. They keep our school going and Mr Sh.." he stopped as you came to a halt, your hand grabbing holding of his arm.

"Y/N are you ok? " he said looking at the fearful expression on your face, your eyes fixed on the back of a smartly dressed man with a peaked cap sitting on a bricked wall.

" He found me...I, I need to go" you panicked, tears welling in your eyes as you started walking backwards letting go of Roberts arm.

"Wait, Y/N" he stopped you, your eyes widening at the man turning around as Robert turned his head to look at what had you so frightened.

" Oh..." You exhaled as tears ran down your face to see that the man in front of you wasn't your husband. Feeling your knees go weak, you stumbled to a nearby bench as Robert held you up.

"You're married aren't you?" He questioned as he looked down at your trembling hands, the indent of where your wedding ring once was only now coming to his attention.

"Yes" you said nodding your head as you blinked away the tears.

" And you're hiding from him?" he asked as you mouthed a silent yes in response whilst you looked desperately into your friends eyes.

" You don't understand, if he finds me.."

" He's not going to find Y/N, nobody knows about this village, they can't even pronounce it let alone find it. You're safe here, I promise" he said, as he placed a comforting hand over yours. " Come on, let's get you back before Mrs Riley starts worrying" he said smiling to you as he reached his hand out for yours. Smiling back you stood up wiping the tears away with the back of your hand as a wave of dread washed over you at Roberts words. Tommy would never stop until he found you, it was only matter of time until he would finally hunt you down.

"FUCKKK!" Tommy shouted at the top of his voice as he repeatedly punched his fist into the wall. " She's playing with me Arthur, she's fucking playing with me!" Tommy yelled as he frantically reached into his pocket for a smoke, anger coursing through his body as he tried to light the cigarette in his mouth. You had deceived him, the address you gave was the address to an abandoned flat on the north side of Birmingham's city center, Tommy was furious.

" Tom, maybe she just wants some space, she'll come back eventually" John said as he stood by the door, his hands in his pockets.

" What the fuck was that, space?!" Tommy said storming over to his brother, Arthur putting himself between them before a fight broke out.

" We'll find her Tom" Arthur reassured his brother as he took out his lighter, igniting the cigarette resting between Tommy's lips.

" She fucking needs me, she's weak without me" Tommy said as he exhaled a cloud of smoke, the nicotine calming his nerves as his brothers looked nervously to eachother at Tommy's strange choice of words.

" Come on brother let's get out here" Arthur said wrapping his arm around his shoulder as he walked with him to the door, John sheepishly following behind. Tommy may be John's brother but even he knew he was not immune to the deadly gang leaders retribution, a retribution he wanted to stay clear of.

Sitting by the classroom window the following day, you looked down at the stack of papers In front of you that needed to be marked as Robert walked into the classroom carrying a pile of books in his arms.

" They'll be arriving soon" Robert said as he placed the books down onto his desk, a film a sweat covering his skin from his frantic state.

" Who?" You replied looking up from the papers you were grading as you took a sip of tea, a playful smile on your lips as you looked at Roberts nervousness.

" The benefactors of the school, remember? They've been funding us for over a year, we can't keep this place going without them, everything needs to be in order for when they come" he replied as he sat down in his chair exhausted.

" Come on Robert, no one would pull funding from a school for orphaned children'' you replied trying to reassure him.

" Yes maybe, but these patrons are not exactly, clean money" he responded as he wiped the sweat from his skin whilst you giggled at the thought of criminals funding anything, let alone a school.

" Well they can't be that bad if they have the heart to donate money to our little school. What did you say their name was?" you replied as you put your pen back into your bag.

" It's Sh..oh god it's them" he answered cutting himself off when he saw their car pull up in front of the school.

" Do I have time to use the bathroom?" you asked getting up with a grin on your face as you turned around to see the Bugatti parked just outside.

" Yes yes but hurry, the boss is... well he's, he's intimidating"

"Intimidating" you repeated, rolling your eyes laughing whilst you made your way to the restroom as the sound of the school door opened.

" Remind me why the fuck we have to go to these things Pol?" Tommy asked as he lit a cigarette.

" Because it's what you do when you own a charity Tommy" she replied shutting the school door behind her.

" Well don't drag it on, I've got things to do. Who chose this school? I've never even heard of this fucking village " he added as he looked at his pocket watch, his patience already disappearing.

" Can you at least try to pretend like you want to be here" Polly said as she gave him a stern look, Tommy forcing a sarcastic smile in response.

" Mr Shelby, Miss Grey. It's so nice to see you again" Robert greeted them as he shook each of their hand, a warm smile on his face as he welcomed them into the classroom. Looking around the small room Tommy perched himself on one of the empty desks, exhaling a puff of smoke as Polly and Robert talked to eachother.

" Do tell us Mr Brown, how are the children doing? Do you have everything you need?" Polly asked as Tommy rubbed his cigarette in between his fingers, looking out the window, uninterested by the conversation that was taking place.

" Oh, they are doing great, we have a new teaching assistant that started a few months ago, she should be back any minute, she's been a real help" he replied pulling out the drawing the children had made for them. Rubbing his forehead Tommy looked ahead of him at the small desk beside the blackboard when something suddenly caught his eye. Scrunching his brow he stood up walking over to the small wooden table in the corner, tilting his head as his eyes narrowed in on the black handbag sitting on top of the old wood. This was your bag, he was certain of it. The sound of Polly and Roberts conversation started to muffle in his ears, the thumping of his heart replaced the echo of their voices as he felt the room closing in on him. Feeling the pressure of his shirt pushing against his throat, Tommy loosened the tie around his neck, his anger rising in him at an unstoppable speed, you had been here all this time.

" When did your new assistant start working here ?" Tommy seethed, turning around to face Robert as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

" Around 6 weeks ago Mr Shelby" he replied, taking a step back as he saw the anger in Tommy's face.

" At this new teaching assistant " Tommy started to say as bitterness and fury built in his voice. " What's her last name?"

" Well it's Y/mother's maiden/N" he replied as Tommy scoffed in reply, shaking his head in disbelief.

" Miss Y/mother's maiden/N...not Mrs Shelby then?" Tommy answered as he looked Robert dead in the eye.

" What's going on Tommy?" Polly interjected as she watched the the tension build in her nephews face.

" Have you been helping her, hm?" Tommy said raising his voice as Polly's eyes darted to your bag on the table, putting her hand to her mouth in shock at the realisation.

" I... I don't " Robert stuttered as his brain tried to catch up to what Tommy was asking. And then it hit him, he was the man you were hiding from, he was your husband.

" Where is she? Answer me!" Tommy shouted as he slammed his fist down onto the desk in front of him.

Leaving the bathroom, you frowned in confusion as you heard the sound of raised voices coming from the classroom you had just left. Drying the back of your hands on the front of your dress you hurried to the room as quickly as you could, only to come to a stop as your eyes widened in terror, a gasp leaving your mouth whilst your hand grasped onto the door frame in fear you would lose your balance. There, standing in the middle of the room was your husband, Roberts hand holding onto a chair as Tommy loomed over him. Straightening his coat out Tommy turned around to the sound of your presence.

" Hello darling" your husband said, his hands casually in his suit trousers as a wicked smile grew on his lips, his eyes roaming over your body. He had found you.

Letting go of the door frame you started to walk backwards, tears welling in you eyes as you looked back at your husband, his eyes darkening, his face taunt with anger as he waited for you to do what he knew you would.

" One, two, three..." Tommy started to count as if this was a game of hide-and-seek, and he was the seeker. Shaking your head tears fell down your cheeks as you prepared yourself to run, the sound of his countdown ringing in your ears. But Tommy never would count to ten. With the smirk growing on his face, Tommy stopped at three, his eyebrow raised as he took one step forward and you took one step back. Spinning around you ran to the front door as quickly as you could, slamming it shut as the sound of your husband's footsteps chasing after you rapidly approached.

" Y/N Shelby!" Tommy shouted as he ran after you, a sinister smile dancing on his lips. This was all a game to him, he was enjoying it." You never was very good at hiding" he shouted as he watched you run around the corner out on to the road.

" Come on sweetheart, don't I get a kiss from my long-lost wife" he said sarcastically as he hunched down pulling his gun out. Now ducked down running along the opposite side of the hedge Tommy watched you through the small holes in the hedgerow as you rapidly walked down the country lane wiping the tears from your eyes.

"Run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run, don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun " Tommy sang as you abruptly stopped in the middle of the road your eyes darting left and right as panic coursed through your body. Turning around you looked back to the top of the road when you suddenly heard someone pushing their way through the hedge, the cock of a gun echoing along the country lane. With a trembling body your turned back around, tears cascading down your face as your eyes turned to see Tommy standing right behind you, his gun pointed straight at you.

"Lost little bunny?"

NEXT PART

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[themissinghand]

hallo!! hope you're having a wonderful day and your works are just so good!!!

can i request for jinwoo with a photographer male reader that like works for events and stuff. plus, he always gets complimented by people, and even jinwoo, by how pretty he looks and asking if he ever gets photographed to which reader denied because he's actually camera shy

now, he's in an event at a park and jinwoo is there and sees reader taking photographs and jinwoo decides to be sneaky and tries to get a photo of reader but reader caughts him and just smiled at the camera before telling jinwoo to delete it.

jinwoo, in fact, did not.

im so sorry if this is too much or long JASJS

Solo Leveling: A Snapshot in Time

Summary: In which a picture is a thousand words, and Jinwoo wants to capture every moment with you.  

Or, just domestic fluff between two loving husbands, from the beginning to the end. 

Pairing: Husband! Sung Jinwoo x M! Photographer! Reader

Note: Thanks for your support! I’m glad that my stories are making you happy as I am writing them. One of my ways to de-stress honestly. Hope everyone is having a good day! 

Warnings: A bit of angst, because time waits for no one. 

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“Smile!” 

Click! 

“That’s it for today. Great work everyone.” 

Jinwoo watched his husband scramble everywhere with your team to take wedding photos with a big smile on his lips. 

No, Jinwoo is not jealous, after all, he has wedding photos of both of you. 

Instead, he was simply awe-struck by how pretty his husband looks, especially when he’s passionate about his job. 

“See you tomorrow at the office everyone!” You waved off your children (employees) and jogged towards Jinwoo who popped out from one of the shadows.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you would come so early to pick me up.” Jinwoo pulls you close and kisses your forehead, and you tippy-toe to return a kiss to his cheek.

“It’s okay, I got off work early. I love watching you work anyway.” 

The two of you caught up with each other about your days, and you especially liked to hear about Jinwoo’s work considering he was a detective. Jinwoo however, does his best to avoid all the…graphic details of his work. 

Even though Jinwoo knew you wouldn’t mind (you never did), he wanted only good things to happen to you. 

(Because you were always there for him - until he couldn’t protect you) 

“Jinwoo?” 

“Can we take a selfie?” Jinwoo pulls out his phone to change the topic, but his husband quickly turns the other way and covers his face. 

“Jinwoo! I don’t look good right now!” You shyly exclaim, but you couldn’t escape since Jinwoo held onto your shirt. 

“Don’t worry, you’re beautiful.” 

“Maybe next time Jinwoo.” Seeing your flustered expression, Jinwoo decided not to push further, instead he raised a pinky.

“Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

“Jinwoo…I love you.” 

The Monarchs had targeted you, leaving you in such a bloodied state. 

“No. No!” Hearing your faint heartbeat, Jinwoo quickly pulled out his Holy Water of Life.

But it was too late. 

“Why, why isn’t it working?!” But Jinwoo knew why - the Holy Water could not cure the dead.

“My Liege, His Highness has passed away.”

“Why…what happened.” Jinwoo crushed the empty bottle of Holy Water with his bare hands as he held you. 

“It was an ambush. Multiple Monarchs have targeted His Highness in an instant, and we could not protect His Highness.” 

All of his soldiers knelt down in shame.

“Please punish us My Liege. We fail you.”

Jinwoo held your body close as he shed tears, before his tear turn into fuel for his rage.

“Your punishment will be due later, we will hunt down the Monarchs.”

“Yes My Liege!” Jinwoo saw your peaceful expression, as if nothing had gone wrong. 

“If…we meet in our next life, I swear I will protect you.” 

Carrying your body into his shadow realm and resting you in a casket, all of his shadows knelt in respect. 

“Wait for me, (Y/N).” 

“Honey? Another nightmare?” Jinwoo felt a finger gently pressing on his forehead, and drawing on his arm. 

He slowly opens his eyes, his breathing shaking as he pulls you close. 

“Oh dear. Was it bad?” 

He nods, and hugs you tighter. You pat him on the back and whisper sweet words to him.

“I love you.” 

“Whatever you do, I’ll support you.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you.” 

Do you know? Of course not. 

All of it was in the past, and Jinwoo hopes it stays that way. 

Even if the world is peaceful, he knows how cruel people can be, that’s why, he’s learned his lesson and stationed many of his shadows around you. 

Never again. 

Click! 

“Okay, a few more before our break!” It was a fashion shoot, and you even dressed up a bit more to match the elegant theme. 

Dressed in a fancy blue suit, Jinwoo believed you too could stand on stage. Even the director of the shoot itself invited you, but you didn’t dare considering you were camera shy. 

But Jinwoo knew it would be such a shame if no one captured this moment. 

“(Y/N).” Jinwoo called out, quickly whipping out his phone. 

“What-” You were surprised, and before you shield yourself from the camera, Jinwoo winked. 

“Promise.” 

He could see you muttering “fine”, before a gentle smile graced your lips. 

Click!

“You have to delete it okay?” You whispered, and Jinwoo nodded.

But if fact, he did not. 

After all, he knew it wasn’t just him who took photos of you, so of course that wouldn’t do. He immediately had shadows mess with those photographers and steal some of the good ones for himself. 

The photo became his phone screen. 

And Jinwoo makes sure that he captures every moment, because unlike him, you were not immune to time.

“Jinwoo…thank you for loving me. I don’t know why, but from the moment I met you to now, I always feel like I’ve known you for a long long time.” 

Jinwoo sits by your hospital bed, holding your wrinkled hand. 

“Maybe because we met in our last life.” You chuckle, before coughing. 

“Even when we’re old now, you still look so handsome.” Jinwoo chuckle lightly before pressing a kiss to your hand. 

We promised we'll be together forever.

“No, you’re more beautiful.” A bright, youthful smile rose to your lips, making Jinwoo reminisce to the past as young adults. 

But alas, time is so cruel.

“Jinwoo, I pray that we meet in our next life.” 

Jinwoo decided to respect you and let you go. 

“I love you.” With a final breath, your hand remains limp in his, and tears rolled down his cheeks. 

“I love you too.” 

Jinwoo’s phone lights up with dozens of missed calls and messages, but he doesn’t mind, instead, he removes them all to reveal a timeless treasure, a photo of you smiling at the camera.

“Wait for me, (Y/N).”

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[ask-caine]

ok ok what’s yours and moons love story. Beginning to end

OOC POST

It's a bit of a crazy story, actually!

We originally met online through TADC, when she messaged all the Caine accounts she could find for a shitpost "wedding" thing. We ended up hitting it off and talking about random things for a while. It started with my random fact about Kentucky marriage laws and how a couple used them to get married by cocaine bear (hence the below picture)

We ended up learning about a shared interest in plague doctors, as well as discussing several very random topics. Anyways, she invited all the Caines to a discord server, and I ended up being the only one who actually showed up. We would end up talking for hours upon hours day after day there. It was genuinely shocking how much we had in common.

At this point, I had been kinda been picking up on some of the flirtatious undertones behind some of the things she was saying, but I wasn't 100% sure about it yet and was still kinda testing the waters. I'd heard the term love at first sight, and looking back on it, that's pretty much what it felt like. I had been developing a crush on her up to this point, and I kept thinking about her as I was getting ready for bed. I had to keep stopping myself from falling head over heels, reminding myself we barely even knew each other and telling myself "no, she's just being nice. Don't be weird, there's nothing behind this, she's just being friendly."

...As it turned out, she wanted to be a little more than friends... Given my feelings up to this point, I was a little overwhelmed when she told me. I had to take a minute to collect my thoughts, to process everything (hence her jokes about me pulling a Caine and running away). But I liked her, too, and was willing to try a long-distance relationship. So, that's what we did.

It was only a few days after we first got together officially that I told her I loved her. It just felt right. Apparently I caught both of us off-guard with it, since she was sure that she'd be the one who would've said it first. ...We both dived in a little too headfirst from there. From my side of things, it was just so exciting and exhilerating to have this feeling I'd been searching for all my life, and I wanted more of it. We took a step back and both agreed to try and take things at a more reasonable pace from here on out.

We ended up learning a lot about each other. It was like we were the same person, split apart and put in two entirely different situations but turning out the same way anyway. ...This similarity became concerning when we realized we both had the same last name, as well as the fact that we both had Scottish ancestry. But, one family search check later, we confirmed that we are not, in fact, related. Just another insane coincidence that further proves that we were made for each other...

We shared a lot with each other. Our interests, hobbies, ideals, feelings on various topics. Our experiences throughout life, good and bad. The darkest parts of us. Every day, we grew closer. There was no denying that there was something special between us.

That isn't to say everything was perfect. We both still had a lot to learn about ourselves and about each other. There were ups and downs. Things were far from easy. There was a lot of avoidable pain both ways. As time went on, we started to become a little more distant...

Eventually, the stress of life and school and worries and everything going on got to be too much, and she called for us to take a break from the relationship. This hurt, of course... But, taking a break and being done are very different things. I was okay with taking a break, since we would still hang out and such sometimes, just not as romantically.

But, that still wasn't enough. Everything continued to be really stressful, and she felt like she wasn't a net positive in my life and was dragging me down (though the truth was exactly the opposite). So, she decided to fully end the relationship. Which... Really hurt me. Badly.

I kind of fell into a depressive state for a while. I had opened myself up like never before, let myself be more vulnerable than at any point in my life. I had finally found love, the one thing I'd truly wanted all my life, the only thing I've ever needed, and then it was just taken right away. The one thing I feared more than anything else in the world had come to pass.

We would still talk occasionally, but not like before. I already hurt so much, and just talking with her without being able to say the love I still felt was torture for me. So, I distanced myself a bit. I dealt with things on my own. I learned a lot about myself as I came to terms with how things had ended up.

Eventually, I started to feel a little more okay. I knew I could never stop loving her, so I decided to try and turn that love from romantic to platonic and still try to be a friend. Because while I may have lost her, she didn't want me out of her life completely. I could make do as just friends.

But, when I started to come back and we started to talk more again, she realized how much she had been missing me while we were apart. She figured out that some of the things she'd been feeling had been more than she'd realized. She learned that she actually was happier when we were together, and that she still really enjoyed being with me.

So, she began to give little hints again, like before. And, again, I picked up on them, but I didn't want to believe them 100% because of how much I'd been hurt last time. I told myself that she was just showing platonic love, the same way I was. Things would never be the same again. They couldn't be. If I was good for her before, she wouldn't have left...

It was actually Randy who got us actually talking again, first on our blogs, and then regarding what we were being sent. This eventually led to us talking just in general, about all sorts of things... Including what had happened between us. It was emotional, but we both came out of it feeling better about things.

That said, it took until this post before I realized she still loved me and that it was okay to love her back, the way I'd been holding in all this time. We had a heartfelt reunion, though we weren't officially dating again just yet. It still took me a while after that to fully accept everything and let down my guard again, after how much I was still hurting from last time...

But I didn't like the feeling of keeping her away. Of having a barrier between us. I desperately craved that deep, personal connection of love with her again. So, I opened my heart up again. And I'm so incredibly grateful that I did.

Soon after that point, Randy showed up and all those shenanigans ensued. But they only managed to get us talking more about things and uniting against it, which actually brought us even closer together. So, I guess if one good thing's come out of that dumpster fire of stress and stupidity, it's that.

Things have been absolutely wonderful since we got back together. We both learned a lot about ourselves in our time apart, and things have been much better between us. The rocky, uncertain road from before the break had smoothed over. And we fell so much deeper in love the second time.

Add in the stress of the past several weeks, with all the Tumblr drama with these blogs and the hiatus and everything (which I'm not getting into because you can see all that for yourself by looking through our blogs), and you're caught up to the present day. Life is still very stressful for us both, but a lot less so than when we first got together. We understand ourselves and each other so much better, which helps us make less mistakes and treat each other more tenderly and personally in the ways that we need most.

As for the future, immediately after finishing school, I plan to find work and save up to visit her in Canada sometime in the summer. After that is a little hazy at the moment, but we'll figure out our lives and put together a plan to find stable jobs and create a good life for ourselves up there.

And that's it, that's our story. From when we met all the way to the present day. You said beginning to end, but I'm afraid there is no end to our love. The story's still being written. Our lives are still being lived. I hope to be able to add to this years into the future, when we're living together and when we start our own family. But it might still take a while to reach that point.

#pdw x shy #ooc post #love story #lore dump #tadc ask blog #tadc bluetooth #bluetooth tadc #caine tadc #tadc caine #moon x caine #caine x moon #caine x the moon #the moon x caine #idk how to tag this #i hope this is good

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A WEDDING MADE OF STRAWS

Part 1 | Part 2

Fandom

Criminal Minds

Summary

Your relationship with Spencer, your husband, seems to be deteriorating after seven years together and four years of marriage. You've tried to talk to him about it, to find out if you've done something wrong, but all you get is an avoidance or the poor excuse "I don't have time". Finally, you've had enough.

Genre

Hurt/no comfort 

Pairing

Spencer Reid/Female Reader

You never wanted to get married. The symbolism attached to marriage held no significance for you; it seemed devoid of value, so why bother investing in it? As a youth, you were even disdainful of the idea, finding it utterly ridiculous. You thought love between two people was so frail that it needed a ring and a piece of paper to affirm it.

That was before you met Spencer Reid.

Spencer, with his chestnut hair, sparkling eyes, and the hesitant smile he offered when he asked you out a few weeks after your first encounter. From the start, despite the awkward conversations, you were drawn to this lean man, brilliant in mind but lacking in social skills. He was just perfect for you — at least, that's what you believed then. And when he proposed, you reconsidered your initial refusal because, for him, it was special. And so, it became special for you too. As simple as that.

You regret it so much now.

After seven years together, four of them married, you deeply regret not sticking to your initial decision to decline.

It's been almost a week since Spencer Reid, your dear husband, has been acting off, distant. He comes home at night, gives you a brief kiss on the forehead, and then disappears into the shower for hours. When you wait for him in bed, he comes into the room to tell you, without looking at you, that he'll be spending the evening at a friend's place.

A friend who you later find out is JJ, the former flame who had captured your husband's heart.

Being mature, you didn't jump to conclusions. You knew JJ a bit, like most of Spencer's colleagues, and she's a woman who loves her husband and children — no reason for concern. Really. You wanted to talk to Spencer, not out of jealousy, but to find out if you did something that made him uncomfortable enough to want to sleep somewhere else.

"I don't have time," Spencer simply said.

He didn't even look at you, adjusting his tie as he headed for the door to leave for work. Normally, you would let it slide. Spencer always made time for you, so it wasn't a big deal if he was too rushed in the morning to have this conversation.

Except this was almost the tenth time you tried to have this talk. And your patience has its limits.

"Spencer," you step forward and gently grasp his wrist. "You never have time anymore. It's been almost a month. I just want to know why —"

"And I just want some space," Spencer snaps back in a tone he's never used with you before, pulling away from your grip. "Damn, you're so," he starts, but your anger gets the better of you, and you cut him off just as he did to you.

"Change your tone immediately, Reid," you hiss, stepping back and crossing your arms, eyes hard and lips quivering to hold back a flood of words wanting to break free.

Maturity. Understanding. He's probably just stressed from work, you reason before sighing and closing your eyes. When you reopen them, he's already turning his back on you, as if nothing happened, and opens the door of your apartment.

"Don't wait up tonight, I'll be at a friend's —"

"At JJ's."

You can see Spencer's shoulders tense. A foolish part of your brain hopes he'll turn around, comfort and reassure you with the warmth that made you fall in love. The way he doesn't respond crushes your lungs, but it's how he opens the door and closes it behind him that breaks your heart.

That night, for the first time since the start of your relationship, Spencer Reid made you cry.

...

...

...

Spencer doesn't reply to your text the next evening when you ask when he'll be home. He only replies a day later, a poor excuse that he was too busy with JJ — whom he no longer calls 'a friend' — and her kids to respond.

Your jaws clench, and you'd throw your phone if it hadn't cost so much. That night, you call your mother like you're a little girl again, sobbing into her skirts after scraping your knee. Only this time, it's your heart.

"Am I such a bad wife?" you ask between sobs that shake your entire body.

"Honey, it's not you who's running away from your couple's problems, is it?" your mother's words make your lungs stutter in your chest.

You shake your head, the free hand wiping your wet cheeks, before remembering you're on the phone and verbally responding with a no. Without any pretense, you know you're not the problem in this conflict; it's Spencer avoiding the conversation, and you're the one running after him like a puppy, trying to fix something invisible to your eyes.

When your mother offers to have you come stay at the family home for a few days, you accept without hesitation. And when you return to your apartment, now covered in a thin layer of dust as a testament to the lack of activity — evidence that Spencer hasn't even entered for nearly a whole week — your decision is made.

Marriage is truly crap.

...

...

...

It takes several weeks to receive the divorce papers. Endless paperwork and that annoying person who kept asking if you were really sure about this.

During this time, you made no effort to contact Spencer. When he comes home in the evenings, you don't wait up for dinner, lying on the couch watching a movie. And when he speaks to you, you barely respond; his texts are met with the bare minimum of replies, and you no longer try to reach out and try to fix things.

"I'll be back tomorrow, tonight I'm going —" Spencer starts, throwing you a glance — he does that often now, since you've stopped trying to initiate conversations — and putting on his coat.

You don't even let him finish. "Okay," you simply say, turning up the volume on the TV.

From the corner of your eye, you see Spencer fidget a bit, his hands wringing together and shifting from one foot to the other. For the first time in months, he seems to notice you. And it angers you because Spencer only notices you now that you've stopped paying him any attention.

"... Good night," he finally murmurs before hurrying out.

He doesn't hear your response; anyway, there's nothing to hear.

The day you finally receive the divorce papers, the tension in your shoulders dissipates. You feel lighter, and for a moment, you wonder if you were ever truly in love with Spencer. After all, you're holding the document that will end your relationship, and you feel relieved.

You shake your head, sniffing. No, you were — are — madly in love with Spencer. Perhaps some people just aren't meant to be together forever. And those people include you and Spencer, apparently.

Spencer is at work now, caught up in an endless investigation. You'd really like to give him these papers in person, but you can no longer stand living in this suffocating apartment. Perhaps it's also because you don't want to face him, knowing you won't be able to hold back your tears, your anger, and all the insults that have been simmering in your throat since he turned so cold towards you.

Spencer has hurt you deeply. He's shattered your heart into a thousand pieces. And you want to hurt him back. It's better for both of you if you don't see each other for a while.

You neatly arrange the papers and place them on the counter with a pen on top. Then you calmly head to your bedroom, which has more or less become yours alone lately, before packing your bags. When you leave the apartment, you lock the door and hide the key under the doormat.

You get into your car. Everything is quiet. Your heart beats in your temples, and your eyes burn. You start the engine and drive down the familiar road to your mother's house. Your throat tightens, and your fingers grip the steering wheel painfully.

You exhale, and a sob catches at the edge of your tongue, and the dam breaks once more.

“Fuck off,” you pant between wet, rushed exhales. “Fuck you, Spencer Reid.”

#one shot #criminal minds #spencer reid #hurt no comfort #spencer reid x reader #angst #female reader

[walkingstackofbooks]

The Garashir wedding: Lower Decks style

Mariner's called into her mom's office. Freeman informs her that something very special but currently classified is going to be happening in the next week, and she knows Mariner is going on leave tomorrow, but she might want to consider postponing it. Mariner declines - "Nah, my thing is more important".

Mariner and Rutherford are left at the space station to go on leave. It transpires that Mariner has been invited to Julian's wedding, and taking Rutherford as her plus one because Julian Bashir is one of his heroes. (augment-cyborg solidarity, anyone?)

Boimler, Tendi and T'Lyn are all trying to find out what the mission they're being sent on is. Boimler reports that Shakx seems pretty unhappy. Tendi suggests it's just because T'Ana has apparently discovered a drink she prefers more than Bajoran springwine.

Mariner and Rutherford encounter Hijinks and Troubles as they try to hitchhike their way to the wedding.

Freeman is stressing over what to wear for the occasion and has dragged Ransom in. Dress uniform, obviously, but can she get away with accessorising a little? And if so, how? She doesn't want to be a regular Starfleet officer, she wants to be a cool Starfleet officer. ("I literally cannot help you I don't even know what we're doing because you STILL haven't TOLD me." "It's classified." "You told Shakx!" "Have you tried keeping a secret from Shakx? He's terrifying!" "I can be terrifying!" "Nice try, Jack... Is a scarf too much do you think?")

Mariner and Rutherford have managed to trade his engineering abilities in exchange for passage on a merchant ship. Unfortunately, he is too good, and the ship now want to keep him.

Boimler is on navigation. They're approaching their destination but Freeman still wants the information to be known only to Bridge crew for as long as possible. (Boimler: "But what are we doing on--" Freeman: "Shh. Even the walls have ears, you know.")

The merchant ship have arrived and reluctantly agree to let Mariner and Rutherford go. They change into their fancy wedding stuff ready to be transported down. They are in the middle of a desert. "Screw you!" Mariner shouts uselessly at the sky.

Boimler is in the mess with Tendi and T'Lyn. Boimler is sweating profusely and tapping anxiously on the table. He cannot keep a secret this big. Tendi looks at him curiously. "Why do you keep tapping out "Cardassia" in Morse Code?" she asks, just at the moment when the room has gone silent. All eyes are on Boimler.

Mariner and Rutherford are hot, sweaty, bedraggled and exhausted. The doorkeeper reluctantly lets them in. "It's just started," he says. They sit down quietly in the back. Rutherford think his UT is playing up. "Did they just wish them many happy arguments?" he whispers.

Captain Freeman is nervously playing with her red scarf. "I wouldn't wear that if I were you," Ransom says. "I hear his reputation is quite formidable." Someone gestures that she's up.

We see her begin to walk out, and begin the "Since the days of the first wooden vessels, all shipmasters have had one happy privilege..." speech. The happy couple have their backs to us, and are silhouetted.

The camera zooms further back, and we are now at the back of the building. "Mom?" Mariner whispers to Rutherford.

We finally get to see the couple's faces as the camera pans back to Freeman and looks over her shoulder. Julian and Garak are facing each other. "...Of course, the legal part of this marriage has just been taken care of by the Cardassians -- but it is my privilege to bring this very human tradition to a Cardassian wedding ceremony and tell you that, Julian, you may kiss your husband."

Garak and Julian smile at each other, but the camera cuts away to the crowd. Federation guests are clapping and cheering; the Cardassians tend to be trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else in their vicinity.

We cut to the reception. Mariner's asking Julian "It all seemed so... Federation? Even the Cardassian bit?" Julian shrugs. "When you end up making every compromise in the book in the name of interstellar relations, it turns out all you get is a nondescript, bureaucratic service." He winks. "This is going to be when the fun starts."

Garak is complimenting Freeman on her scarf, and we can see in her face that she is totally lording it over Jack. Garak returns to his husband. "But you hated that scarf?" whispers Julian. "The things I do for diplomacy," replied Garak sorrowfully.

T'Ana is downing Kanar like it's nothing in the background to Shakx's distinct disapproval.

Mariner's managed to sneak Boimler, Tendi and T'Lyn into the party. "I can't believe we could have just come on the Cerritos," she moans, "but anyway, go wild."

Of course, her deeply uncool friends go wild by fangirling over their DS9 idols. At the end of that montage, Rutherford finally gets the chance to say "Thankyouforallyou'vedonefortheaugmentcommunityDoctorBashir". It's sweet.

Aaand endings are hard so sorry, I don't have one to neatly wrap this all up 😅 I will leave it to your wonderful imaginations.

#Lower decks #Garashir #Garashir wedding #Beckett Mariner #Julian Bashir #Elim Garak #Captain Freeman #Samanthan Rutherford #post-Canon Cardassia #BYOE fic (bring your own ending) #This episode does actually just exist in my head now XD #I feel like I could write it better but eh this is fine and fun #Andi Writes #my trek musings #wsb

[nicxl333]

“Baby you sold me a dream” IS SO GOOODDD WTFFFF YOU GOTTA MAKE A PART 3 FOR BAROU AND RIN 🫶🫶PLSSS

BABY YOU SOLD ME A DREAM PT.3

you ask and you shall receive (•̀ᴗ•́)و

i do feel like rin and barou deserve some form of justice so here’s a continued ending to part two. i swear to you there’s a good ending this time.

also this took me time to write cause i’m hella busy with school since it’s my last year…exams and the like yadayadayada. anyways enough about me, happy reading!

characters: barou shoei, itoshi rin

content: angst, fluff, swearing

please note: if you haven’t read pt.1 or pt.2 please read both for context

taglist (cause ik i pissed y’all off 💀): @faeroow @samisamaza @dookiemeshibear @91ed0 @v1v1arish

BAROU SHOUEI ☆彡

it was bound to happen. you both had mutual connections to each other, but you were hoping and praying you wouldn’t have to have direct contact with him at this event.

however, you can’t get everything you want in life.

this event was one of major importance: the wedding of chigiri and his long time partner. you were close enough to be made the maid of honour by chigiri’s soon to be wife, and therefore already stressed with the meticulous planning of the wedding. even worse once you learned barou was on the guest list. it was stupid of you to think he wouldn’t be, given that the entirety of former blue lock players were there.

and so, you dreadfully counted down the days to the wedding, growing more and more anxious that you would have to see him.

ever since you ended things with him, you hadn’t been the best simply put. you still had feelings for him. regardless of how he treated you, there’s was something about him that put him apart from the rest.

and that scared you. mostly because you thought you were exiting your relationship for your own good, but you were fighting with yourself just as hard to avoid taking him back.

and you hoped those feelings wouldn’t overload during this wedding.

you sat in the room where chigiri’s fiancé was getting ready. the room was bustling, the makeup artist and hairstylist working simultaneously to get her finished in time, while you and the bridesmaids, already dolled up in your tailor made dresses, were giving her words of encouragement to ease her nerves, ignoring your own for the sake of the couple. once she was done and the dress was on everyone stared in awe, you included at how beautiful she looked. however you couldn’t help but think if that’s what you and barou could’ve been, what you could’ve had. who knows.

you pushed it all away though, for the ceremony was about to begin. all the bridesmaids lined up with their groomsmen, you at the front with chigiri’s best man, kunigami rensuke. when the music started, the venue coordinators opened the ceiling high doors and out your pair walked first, arm in kunigami’s.

“congrats on your win rensuke, i saw your match. looks like you’ve gotten sloppy though, your kicks have lost power.” you teased.

you and kunigami were friends, meeting each other through chigiri, immediately getting along.

“oh please, i’d like to see you do better in my exact position.”

“i wouldn’t need to, a five year old could’ve done better.”

“stay bitter y/n.”

you lightly chuckled to yourself as you reached halfway down the aisle. you could see your best friend at the alter, smiling proudly at you. you smiled back, looking around to see how beautiful the hall was. everyone involved with the planning had really outdone themselves.

your eyes had happened to wander too far however, immediately locking with a familiar pair of red eyes conveniently standing in front of a seat closest to the aisle. in that moment your heart had skipped a beat, seeing the man you still once loved looking at you as hard as you were looking at him. his hair was down for once, donned in a black sheen suit, with a navy blue tie. he looked so handsome, and you had fallen right into his trap. you couldn’t pinpoint it, but he was also looking at kunigami with a face of…discontent?

you forced yourself to tear your eyes away, focusing on what you were supposed to be doing, which was completing your walk.

as you neared closer to him, your anxiety grew with each step, until you were parallel to him. you passed him completely with two more steps, proud at yourself for not acknowledging him. that work was undone though once a wave of your favourite cologne on him hit your nostrils, melting at the familiarity.

you immediately collected yourself, completing the walk up to the altar and disconnecting from rensuke with a small pinch to his arm, to which he lightly swatted at you with a smile. your hand reached out to briefly hold chigiri’s with an encouraging smile before making your way to stand to the left of the altar, facing the crowd.

as the other bridesmaids were walking down the aisle you couldn’t help but sneak a few glances towards barou every now and then, only to find he was already looking at you each and every time.

after an exchange of vows, a few tears shed here and there, and rings given, the spotlight couple were announced husband and wife and exchanged a long kiss. the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and the reception was about to commence.

-

once the food was eaten and speeches had been given, most of the attendees had either made their way to the dance floor or broke into conversation with others.

you did neither the former or the latter however, instead opting to sit at your table alone, watching others have their moment.

“hey.”

you froze, head whipping to your right just in time to see barou himself sinking into the seat beside you.

“hey…shouei.”

“good turnout huh, heard you had a hand in the planning. you did well.”

“what is it? cause we both know you didn’t come to talk about the decor shouei.”

he paused for a moment, not expecting you to be so sharp about it.

“i wanted to see how you were doing. i miss you y/n, badly. and i know you established your boundaries the last time we saw each other, but when i saw you enter it just reminded me of us, especially when i saw him next to you. dunno, call it jealousy or some shit.” you looked down, studying your maid of honour dress, while contemplating what to do.

this weren’t heading in a good direction, you could tell. specifically because you missed him too. and your composure was slowly unraveling. and you cursed yourself for having a few flute-fulls of champagne, because you knew your tongue had loosened up enough to speak your truth.

“i…miss you too. but i don’t know, shouei, why does it have to take losing me just for you to realised what you had? why let it get to this point? we could’ve been in so much of a better place right now.”

“i know y/n, shit, i know. but i wanna make it up to you. wanna show you how much i appreciate you for what you do. i know i should’ve done better by you, but that’s why i’m here now. to make up for my actions. i wanna start over with you.”

he looked at you still avoiding looking at him, taking his index finger and thumb to lift up your chin towards him, slowly rubbing your lip. he knew you liked it. it made you realise maybe he did pay attention to you here and there.

“we’ll go slow y/n, i’m gonna take my time to do this properly with you.”

you gave him a nod, and with that, he neared closer to you for a kiss, you meeting him halfway until you connected, sharing a sweet moment. your hands threaded through his hair, feeling his soft locks in your grasp. after a while you parted, his eyes full of adoration, something you didn’t know he could show.

“c’mon, let’s get out of here.”

ITOSHI RIN ☆彡

life went on. for six more months rin carried on climbing his way to the top, attempting day by day to erase you out of his mind. he went on dates, brought numerous girls home. it just posed one slight problem though;

none of them were you.

he ultimately gave up on love, believing that you were as good as it gets. he screwed up, and now someone that wasn’t him was able to enjoy the undeniable luxury that was you.

he really fucked up.

it was his own fault, any idiot could see that.

and paired with his stresses concerning you, the pressure of being a football player was getting to him. he needed an escape. and so, in the late hours of a simple thursday night he ventured to a discreet bar downtown japan, considering he was out of season currently. mind you, rin never drank, but if exiting sobriety would ease the devastation coursing through his body, then so be it. he’d deal with the consequences later.

what he didn’t anticipate however, upon entering the bar, that he would chance upon the very centre of his agony once again. seemed like life just continually kept kicking him in the balls.

what he should’ve done, was exit immediately, come to term with the fact that you had a new life, new lover, and therefore not open that door of angst once more. but…that selfish element inside him wanted to indulge in you, give him that temporary relief to bask in your presence, know where you are in that moment, what you’re doing.

and so, he walked into the bar, taking a seat on a barstool, opposite ends of the room from you where he could see you in between the few people in the bar.

he ordered a drink, letting his black card give a payment from the hundreds of thousands that resided in his account.

he took discreet glances of you here and there as he slowly sipped on his drink, the burning in his throat soon to be gnawing away at pieces of his rationality.

however, the more he looked at you over time swirling a finger around in your drink, the more he noticed something was off. he blinked harder, looked more attentively- were you crying?

he immediately entered a state of protective mode, feeling a panging state of yearning to brush away your tears.

the drink didn’t help either, for he felt himself rising off his seat, something he wouldn’t never done had he been sober, and took quick paces towards your table.

the tears were more evident now he was closer. bags weighed underneath your eyes, but he still found you to be as beautiful as ever. even in your state of disarray.

you caught him in your peripheral, slowly coming into full view the nearer he got to you. at this point you couldn’t give a shit, simply over it and everything life had to offer at this moment.

you barely acknowledged him as he slid into the seat opposite you, a heavy silence setting into place. you both had more than enough things to say, but no words escaped.

eventually however someone had to face the music.

“you’re finally ready to talk huh? only took you 10 months itoshi-san.”

itoshi-san. he hated it. hated how it symbolised the distance between you two. how in less than a year, two individuals who were so close with each other, so damn comfortable could end up this way.

“i- yes. yeah i am.”

you waved a waiter over, ordering drinks for the both of you, rin looking at you in confusion once the waiter walked away.

“we both know damn well this conversation ain’t gonna go easy. and i’m already suffering from a breakup. might as well loosen up before you lay it all out on the table.”

within record time your drinks arrived, downed immediately by both parties.

“so, what is it rin?”

he stayed silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. he knew what he wanted, but to voice it to you was a different story.

“i…i fucked up. badly y/n. i took my anger out on you where it wasn’t needed-”

“badly is an understatement rin. you degraded me, hurt and damaged me- made me feel some type of way because you— you felt threatened because someone acknowledged your state of distress? has it ever occurred to you that i was trying to help you? because i love— loved you rin.”

he flinched at your slip up, the word ‘love’ shattering him into pieces. you weren’t done though.

“have you ever seen it from my perspective for once? i never felt like you loved me, god knows you didn’t tell me enough. i went above and beyond for you, given the fact we didn’t see each other enough, what the hell did i know?” your voice cracked mid sentence, emotions you’ve kept in for the past year coming to surface. tears came up once again and cascaded down your cheeks right in front of him.

although the boundaries were there, he couldn’t just let you suffer alone, especially because he was the source of your bottled up pain.

he rose once more, dashing to your side and engulfing you in the biggest hug. your sobs grew in intensity, the unexpected comfort from rin sending you into overdrive. he shushed you, slowly rubbing the back of your neck with his thumb as he held you close, scared you’d escape his grasp once more.

after awhile your sobs subsided, taking deep breaths into his chest. you basked in the familiar warmth coming from him.

“i still love you rin, i really do…but i can’t live like this. if you can’t change your ways, there’ll never be a way out for us.”

“y/n, i swear to you, this last year has been pure hell for me. being without you by my side, living without you has made me realise just how much i should’ve valued you more. i need you, i can’t live without you, not in peace i can’t. and i am so fucking sorry for everything i put you through. if you’d have me, i’ll do everything in my power for the rest of my life to make sure this doesn’t happen again. there is no one who compares to you, i can be absolutely certain of that.”

it was silent once more, you could feel his heart pulsating in anxiety from what your answer would be. you both knew that you still loved each other, but your fear held you back. fear that things would end up the same way it ended. alas, you missed him so much. even while you were with your partner, he wasn’t rin. the fact that he cheated on you spoke volumes to you loud enough. your selfish nature yearned for rin. so maybe…just maybe, things would be different this time around? time to find out.

“alright…we’ll try this once more. but rin,” you pulled away from him so he could see your expression. “i’m being serious. if you fuck this up, i can guarantee you, you’ll never have me again. and i promise you that.”

“i won’t screw this up y/n. not again, i won’t lose you again.”

he lowered himself to you, gently clutching your chin and sealed his words with a passion filled kiss.

“i love you y/n.”

“i love you too rin.”

#anime #nicxl333 #blue lock #nicxl333writes #bllk #bluelock fluff #barou shoei x you #barou shoei x y/n #barou shoei x reader #barou shouei #barou x reader #bllk barou #blue lock barou #barou x you #barou in a suit i repeat barou in a suit #itoshi rin x y/n #itoshi rin fluff #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin #bllk rin #itoshi rin x you #blue lock rin itoshi #fluff #bluelock one shot #blue lock fluff

[cringe-but-proud]

Can you do a story were you date Sirius so he can actually Date Remus and reg don't know and likes you and gets jealous

If you can thx you <3

I didn't think I'd like writing this as much as I did lol.

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

Some Warnings: Technically a modern AU, a bit of cursing, mentions of a bad home life, jealous Reg, sort of angsty???

A/n: I made this new Year's themed even though new years has passed 🤗 Cause y'all can't stop me 🤬🤬🤬 This is DEFINITELY my longest fic yet. PLEASE DON'T LET IT FLOP GUYS.... My requests are open btw

Ah, winter break. It was something everyone at Hogwarts looked forward to. Well, almost everyone. There were those who didn't get to go home to their families and some who wished they didn't have to go home to their families.

One of those people was a friend of yours, Sirius Black. He often avoided talking about his home life, but you knew it wasn't good. And you knew going home for the holidays could be hard for him. So, when it was the day before winter break and the two of you had a moment alone, you asked if there was anything you could do to make the break easier for him.

"I need you to be my girlfriend."

Seven words you'd never expected to hear from your best friend. Your best friend who was in a gay relationship, nonetheless.

"What?" You asked in bewilderment. "No!"

"Wait, wait, wait. It's not what you think." Sirius put his hands up as if to show his innocence. "I don't really want you to be my girlfriend. I just need you to pretend. Please."

"Why?!"

"Because," he explained. "My parents have started to get... Suspicious about my total lack of any girlfriend. And I may have told them that I was dating you.... Y'know, to throw them off my track..."

You stared at him. "You told your parents we were dating?!" You repeated, clearly upset at him.

"I know, I know. It was a shitty thing to do, and I'm sorry." He says. "But, if I didn't give them some sort of excuse, they might've found out about me and Remus!"

You were still upset, but you could understand why he did what he did. "So..." You crossed your arms. "You said I need to pretend to date you. What is it exactly that you need me to do?"

"Over the break, I need you to come over for a couple days. My parents will meet you, get to know you, blah, blah, blah. And then, you'll never have to speak with them again. If they ask about you after that, I'll say we broke up."

You really weren't a fan of having to fake date your best friend. You also weren't a fan of having to meet his parents who you'd only heard negative things about. But... You knew how happy he was with Remus and you would hate for his parents to find out about the two. You sighed. "You're lucky we're friends."

"Is that an agreement?" He asked, a grateful smile on his face.

"Yes. But, you'll be forever in debt to me."

"Fine by me."

The next day, while on the train to 9 3/4, you and Sirius mostly just planned for you having to meet his parents. You decided that you'd arrive the day after Christmas, stay for news years eve, and leave new Year's Day.

A lot of the train ride was spent establishing some basic facts about your "relationship". How you'd met, your first date, what your wedding would be like (which was strange, but Sirius assured you that his parents would ask about marriage), and some other details.

Soon enough, the train ride was over. Your winter break was fine. You enjoyed getting to see your family, but you were quite stressed about seeing Sirius' family. Part of you wanted to call the whole thing off, but you knew that was out of the question. You had to do this. For Sirius.

The morning of December 26th was a cold one. You wished you'd had more protection against the cold, but the formal attire you were wearing could only do so much. Sirius had told you to bring nice, formal clothing for the few days you'd be there. You were a bit worried you'd still be underdressed, though.

You took a deep breath and knocked on the door to the literal mansion that Sirius lived in.

After a few moments, the door opened. Regulus black stood on the other side.

Oh.

"Hi." You greeted, trying to politely smile at him. He didn't return the gesture. He did the opposite he gave you a look of... Annoyance?

"You're here for Sirius."

You couldn't tell if it was a question or a statement, so you just gave a nod.

He stepped aside to let you in, his eyes trailing over your attire, making you feel nervous. "He's in the living room with mother and father." Regulus said before walking off.

What a strange interaction. You and Regulus weren't close, by any means. But, you never thought he disliked you. You thought the opposite was true. Whenever the two of you did interact, he was always quite nice.

You tried to shrug off the interaction, but you just couldn't. Even when you were next to Sirius, meeting his parents for the first time, the way he'd acted toward you was on your mind.

The worst part of your day was dinner. You were worried about everything. How you were eating, how you were sitting, the way everyone was looking at you, the way Regulus was looking at you.

"Y/n," You were broken out of your thoughts by Walburga's authoritative voice. "I want to know how you and Sirius began seeing each other."

You nervously glanced over to Sirius who gave you a forced looking smile. You looked back to Walburga. Gods, she scared you. "Well, it wasn't too long ago." You said, trying your hardest not to break eye contact with her. "It was late September. He told me since we'd known each other for so long, he thought we'd be a good match."

Sirius nodded along. "We went on a couple dates, turns out we really like each other." He said.

You glanced over to Regulus. He was glaring at you. You didn't break eye contact and after a moment something else flashed through his eyes. Something softer. Sadness?

"So," Walburga broke your attention away from Regulus as you looked back to her. "Are you serious about your relationship with my son?"

"Very." You replied.

"Do the two of you plan on marrying?"

You swallowed. "As soon as possible."

You heard silverware clatter as Regulus abruptly stood up. "I need to be excused." He said lowly.

Walburga raised an eyebrow. "You've hardly eaten." She stated. There wasn't any concern in her voice like you'd expect. It was a blatant statement.

"I know." He says. "I'm done."

His mother gave him a disapproving look, but didn't object.

Regulus stormed out of the room. You couldn't help but frown as you watched him leave.

The next few days were a bit uneventful. Most of your time was either spent in the guest bedroom you were staying in, or talking with Sirius. You were still confused by Regulus' attitude toward you. You knew his and Sirius' relationship was a rocky one. But, you didn't think that affected what he thought of you. He'd known you and Sirius were friends, and he still treated you kindly. But, now that the two of you were pretending to date, he had a problem with it? It didn't make any sense!

It was December 31st now. You and Sirius were sitting in his room, eating lunch while sitting on the floor.

"I was thinking-"

"Oh, God."

"Shut up, let me finish." Sirius chuckled, playfully hitting your arm. "I was thinking about going to a party tonight."

You furrowed your brows. "Where?"

"James and his family have a new years party every year. I'm sure they wouldn't mind some extra company."

You thought about it. Honestly, you weren't really in the mood for a party. Plus, if his parents caught you sneaking out, your heart would probably stop. "I think I'll sit this one out." You said after a moment.

"You sure?"

You gave a nod. "Yeah, I'd rather stay in. I'm sure you'll have plenty of fun without me."

"Oh, I will."

You smacked his arm.

The clock read 11:39. You were alone in your guest room sitting in your bed. You had your laptop open in front of you as you watched a broadcasting of one of the many new Year's events that were going on tonight. You were absentmindedly looking at the crowded city streets displayed on your screen when-

"I wouldn't be using that while having the door open." Regulus said. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, looking from you, to the laptop, and then back to you.

"Why not?" You asked.

"My mother doesn't approve of us using muggle technology." He said. "And I doubt she'd be okay with her son's girlfriend using it."

You sighed. "Right... Girlfriend."

Regulus raised a brow at how you'd said that. "What are you watching, anyway?" He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

"A new Year's parade."

"... Could I join you?"

You were surprised at that. After how cold he'd been acting toward you over the past few days, you'd assumed the last thing he'd want to do tonight is spend time with you. But, you weren't against the idea of not being alone when the new Year started.

"Sure." You replied as you moved over on the bed to make room for him to sit.

The two of you watched the parade in silence for a few minutes until Regulus spoke. "How come I had no idea you and Sirius were dating?" He asked.

You glanced over at him. "What do you mean?"

"You said the two of you had been together since late September." He said. "How come nobody knew about it?"

You subconsciously began to fiddle with the fabric of your shirt. "I don't know." You shrugged. "Guess we weren't shouting about it from the rooftops."

Regulus didn't break his gaze away from you. After a pause, he spoke. "I never would've guessed you liked him in that way."

You didn't know how to reply to that, so you just shrugged again.

Regulus was still looking at you, even though your gaze was focused on the screen in front of you.

He paused. "What made you fall for him?" He asked.

You thought it was an odd question. When you turned to look at him, he looked sort of sad. "He..." You trailed off.

Regulus looked at you expectantly. You were trying to come up with something, but your mind was blank.

"You do like him don't you?"

You looked away nervously. You began to wonder whether or not he'd even care that your relationship with Sirius was fake. If he really was upset about you dating Sirius, then wouldn't he like to know that it was all just pretend?

"Y/n." He said your name and you were pulled away from your thoughts.

"He's not actually my boyfriend." You blurted out.

Regulus paused. "What?"

"He asked me to pretend to be his girlfriend. He didn't want Walburga finding out about his actual relationship, so-"

"It's all fake?" He asked.

"All of it."

"You don't like him?"

"Not like that."

You swore you saw a sliver of a smile creep on to his face. "That's... Good."

You tilted your head. "Is it?"

"I mean..." He shrugged. "I just... I guess thinking you'd gotten with my brother was making me upset." He said.

"Why?"

"Because..." He hesitated. "I like you, Y/n."

You felt your heart skip a beat. Fuck, that actually explained a lot. You couldn't believe you hadn't realized sooner. You felt your face heat up. "Seriously?"

"Yeah." He sighed. "I was jealous. That's why I was acting so... Weird. Sorry for being such an asshole to you."

"That's alright." You paused. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? About your feelings, I mean."

He shrugged. "I didn't think you'd feel the same."

Honestly, you'd always found Regulus quite attractive. But, you figured there was no way he'd ever like you back, so you let go of that silly crush a while ago. But, this? This was making all of those feelings wash over you again.

It was 11:59 now. You could hear the commentators of the parade excitedly get ready for the countdown.

"I feel the same." You said, watching as a blush creeped on to his cheeks.

"Really?"

"Really."

His eyes seemed to sparkle at your admission. "I..."

You heard the countdown to the new Year begin.

"Can I kiss you?" Regulus asked softly. You nodded.

"Five!"

He leaned closer.

"Four!"

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips.

"Three!"

His hands came up to cup your cheeks.

"Two!"

He closed his eyes. You closed yours.

"One!"

Your lips met in a soft, romantic kiss. He brushed some hair out of your face and Gods, his hands were soft. You couldn't believe you'd ever managed to stop liking him.

When you pulled away he sighed contently as if that kiss was all he'd been needing his entire life.

You whispered something to him before pulling him in for another kiss.

"Happy new year."

#x reader #fanfiction #regulus black x reader #regulus x reader #marauders x reader #marauders fanfiction #regulus black fanfiction

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Together Again | JJK *part 1*

Pairings: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Mature themes. Romance. Angst. Arranged marriage AU. Childhood best friends to lovers AU.

Warnings: cheating, reader is a rope bunny (ALLEGEDLY), hard!dom JK, switch!reader, reader likes to be slutted out, drunken sex, unplanned pregnancy(this is in the end dw😅), cunnilingus, oral (both receiving), fighting (talk shit get hit) daddy!kink, praise!kink, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling. Just all around nasty y’all.

Summary: After reader finds her long-term boyfriend in bed with their mutual friend. She moves back into her family home, but under one condition. She has to marry her childhood friend that has been arranged since their childhood. For a wedding gift they go to a mountainous getaway with a group of friends, reader is told that ex and mutual friend get invited, so reader and jk decide to pretend not to know each other to avoid any confusion or miscommunication.

Authors note: Hi! Sorry it’s so late but here it is. I hope you guys enjoy. I’m making this into a series. I feel like it’s a little unprofessional not to have a masterlist but I’m working on that too. Just bare with me please in new to this lol. Also feel free to ask me any questions, or express your honest opinions Im all ears good or bad. Should I make a tag list?

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‘How the fuck did I get here’

You thought as you sat in you car, filled with you things. You had just left the home YOU bought after catching your boyfriend Yunwoo cheating one you.. With your supposedly best friend. Sitting there thinking, you should’ve saw the signs. They were there right in front of your face. You felt like a fool. Luckily you’ve always kept a cool head, or else you would’ve done something you’d regret. You honestly wished you did. You wanted them to hurt just as much as they hurt you, but you knew if wouldn’t change anything so why stress yourself out about it. But silence is the best way to get under someone’s skin isn’t it. No matter how much he cried and apologized. You didn’t turn back, you’ll never go back to him. That a promise you made to yourself on you journey back home.

Earlier that day:

“Hey y/n what can I get you” the barista, you’ve gotten to know over the years asks, “Let me have my usual please Janine, oh! And can you serve it really hot please, thank you.” You were making you your normal daily rounds that day, which normally started out with a hot coffee at your favorite cafe when you realized you forgot you wallet back at the house. “Ah actually scratch that. I seem to have left my wallet at home.” You say, making the sudden realization. “You know what don’t walruses about it it’s on the house,” Janine says with a smile. “That you so much I appreciate the generosity, but I have to go back home anyway. I’ll come back and pay for the coffee.” You just couldn’t shake this strange feeling telling you to go back home. Your boyfriend of 5 years seemed was acting strange this morning. Being overly sweet all of a sudden, waking you up, making you breakfast. It just seemed like he was trying to get you out of the house.

when you pull into the driveway you see his car still out front, but you didn’t find that as strange as you best friend, Cristal car along side his. “Strange,” you say to yourself as you pull into the driveway. She never texted that she was coming over, but you check you phone to be safe. But you still can’t shake the uneasy feeling you have in your gut that something fishy is going on inside your home without you knowing. The calm rational you is telling you to just walk in your home as if it’s nothing, but the bad bitch part of you is telling you to unlock your fence and sneak in though the back door. So that’s just what you do. As you’re sneaking inside your house you notice clothes spread all across you living room floor training up the stairs to your bedroom. “Oh hell nah I know these motherfuckers ain’t- okay.” You whisper to yourself as you tiptoe up the stairs.

As you reach your bedroom you hear the faint sound of laughter behind the door. You decide to listen in on the conversation before letting your presence known. “Why don’t you just leave her already. She can’t make you happy the way I do.” You hear Cristal say. “I’m just waiting for the right time Cristal you know how she can be. She so clingy, she acts like she can’t live without me,” Yunwoo explains to Cristal. You scoff to yourself as head this. “Mmcht yeah right like this isn’t my house you’re freeloading it.” You number to yourself as you lean in closer to get a better listen. No one knew that you were he one that made all the money between you two. Yunwoo didn’t have a job and was too embarrée to move back in with his parents after he dropped out of college. So you bought this home for the both of you to stay in. You on the other hand were and heiress to one of the most biggest, prestigious designing companies in the world. In other words you’re the 1 percent of the q percent. But you’ve always kept it a secret, because it is taboo to mention your wealth in front of other people who are less fortunate.

“well I just don’t see how it’s right to keep pretending and leading her on like this. Im starting to get annoyed just looking at her. She’s so pathetic.” At this point you e already opened the door. They look at you in shock to see you home this early. “Y/n-“ you hold up your hand. Not trying to hear a single word coming out of yunwoo’s mouth, already disgusted. You don’t speak of give them the time of day. Of course you have lots to say, say you listened to their conversation you realized that these people were below you. These people betrayed your trust, and defiled your home. They’re worth less than the dirt on a dog’s paw. And what do you look like speaking to those who aren’t even worthy enough to lick the dirt off of your dogs feet? “Y/n please let’s talk about this like adults.” Yunwoo pleads. All you can do is scoff ass you go around the room and gather your things.

“Yunwoo baby just let her go. You don’t need something like that anyways. She’s not worth the time,” Cristal says picking through her nails. “You know what Cristal you’re right. I don’t need this. I deserve better and y/n baby you can’t give that to me. I’m on to better things in life. While you’re going to be stuck a sad, lonely, bitter, insignificant, bitch no one can stand. So go on. Leave.” Yunwoo, who has more than audacity says to you. You, the classy person you are smile at him, gather your clothes, jewelry, and dog walk away. Leaving everything behind.

#bts jk #bts ff #btsedit #jung hoseok #kim najoon #kim soekjin #kim taehyung #park jimjn #bts army #jungkook x reader #cheating au #childhood friends au #jungkook fanfic #fanfic #friends to lovers #bts au #jungkook #jungkook smut #bts smut

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some Head Cannons about Bro zone inspired by the fact literally everyone else has been doing these posts lol.

I think Floyd and Clay would end up trying to live with Branch in the Bunker but would find it too hard for multiple reasons one being Branch actually has loud night terrors often. that no one knows about but its actually one of the reasons why he still chooses to live so far away from everyone else in the village and Floyd and Clay are kept awake at nights just hearing him loudly screaming and shouting.

and one on occasion when they did try to wake him it resulted in Branch springing up and attacking them throwing one of them to the ground and pulling a weapon out of his Hair and nearly hitting them with it until Branch finally snapped out of it and realised where he was.

kinda helping Floyd and Clay realise for the first time how deeply affected Branch is by his past to the point he's still on such High alert even in his own home.

2. whenever Bro zone have any sort of arguments even if their not 100 percent serous and just mostly petty sibling Banter Branch still gets visibly afraid.

and nervous maybe even trying to defuse the situation but his voice and body language making it clear he's genuinely nervous which actually stops the other bros in their tracks.

and they try to reassure him the family isn't breaking up and its just normal sibling banter but regardless Branch isn't able to tell the difference between serous family shattering arguments and just normal day to day sibling banter.

so the bros try and make it more clear in the future that their just mostly joking around as opposed to seriously fighting amongst each other.

3. John Dory used to be a pretty social party animal but after spending over 20 years traveling with just Rhonda for company he's actually a pretty anti social person now.

tho he doesn't like to admit it and he tries to put on the persona of the social party animal in front of his Brothers he actually finds big crowds and meeting new people to be super stressful.

4. Bruce gained most of his extra weight in the immediate aftermath of his and JDs big fight as he stress ate for quite a while afterwards tho in present day he tries to hide this fact to avoid making JD feel bad since he can tell he's genuinely changed since then.

5. Floyd would be the one to try and encourage his Brothers to actually talk about their more negative feelings towards each other meanwhile the others just want to leave it as they are seem to be doing fine in present day.

and they don't want to bring up the uncomfortable stuff from the past again but Floyd would think its healthy that they do so.

6. if/when Branch and Poppy do get engaged each of the Bros will be excitedly waiting in anticipation to see which of them Branch picks to be his best man and Teasing each other over it.

only for Branch to shatter their Dreams when he announces that he's chosen Gary to be his best man ( this HC assumes that Gary gets added to the movie cannon at some point ).

and his bros are all weirded out and confused and some of them even think its just a Joke at first but when it becomes clear he isn't Joking.

some of them even sorta angrily confront Branch on how he could choose a friggin Remote Control over any of them only for Branch to cut the none serous casual attitude he'd had up to this point and tell them.

that yes he knows Gary is an inanimate object but he's been a more consistent comfort in his life than any of them ever have and well its his wedding so if they can't accept that then he doesn't want them there.

7. Branch would be a little bit resentful about the fact that Bruce went off and started a new family forgetting all about him while he waited for all of them to come back over the years.

he wouldn't outright tell him this due to fear of stirring the pot amongst the family when they've only just gotten things back on track.

but it'd end up coming out one way or another and Bruce would show a bit of growth and actually be understanding of why Branch would feel this way Rather than judging him for it.

meanwhile JD would would say he also felt pretty hurt by this only for Bruce to casually brush it off since he really doesn't give a crap if it hurt John's ego 😂😂😂😂

#trolls #trolls branch #dreamworks trolls #trolls brozone #trolls dreamworks #branch #branch trolls #brozone #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls hc #trolls headcanons #Trolls Branch #Trolls Bro zone #Trolls Brozone #Trolls HC #Trolls Headcannons

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I, ironically, got a migraine right before I decided to write a bit about Lucy and chronic illness. So I am going to ramble and hope it is coherent:

I don't think you need to have a chronic illness to see what Lucy is going through as allegorical to chronic illness, but I do think it helps.

I think it makes her experiences quite familiar.

She was stressed and excited for a big step in her life: Her wedding. From her perspective, that caused her to sleepwalk again, and then created a different, worse condition that happens at night. So it all comes from having a change in her life (or a change on the horizon.)

She has good days and bad days and not knowing whether any given day will be good or not is an exhausting thing. The only thing she knows how to do is to avoid the thing that triggers the condition (which is very familiar if you have something with a clear trigger). The small problem is that for her the trigger is sleeping, which is unavoidable if she gets tired enough.

She is also walking the thin line between not wanting to worry people around her and wanting to confide in people about how bad she feels. Which I feel like is pretty normal if you have anything chronic, especially if your only recourse is to take some meds and wait for the flare up to go away.

Of course, as readers we know that the cause of all of this is Dracula feeding on her. But I think if a reader sees their own experience mirrored in her, there is something familiar there.

#dracula daily #i hope this makes sense when I read it tomorrow

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Dark! Ancient Rulers (Ramesses II amd Alexander the Great) x Reader

Ramesses II

You are a daughter of one of the senior officials in Egypt, making you be considered one of the higher ups social class citizens.

But still, you didn't mind joking around about the Pharaoh and his family.

Yet, this is what led you to this fate in the first place of getting locked up.

You see, one day you were having fun around with your friend, and she made a joke about Ramesses and him already having too many children.

"I know right, I would rather drown in the nile river then be used as a broodmare or a pleasure sleeve by the pharaoh"

Let us just say that there were spies around you, and the moment the word reaches the ears of Ramesses, is the moment you condemned yourself and your friend.

The guards would arrest you in the middle of the night, and bring you to him tied up in ropes.

"It was only a joke, your highness, I did not mean to offend you nor did my friend" you exclaim in fear.

Ramesses looks down at you with a smirk, his back leaned against his throne.

"I go fight in brutal wars, while you sit at home and sleep peacefully at night, so I have the right to get offended"

The fact that the man hasn't shown any signs of anger or displeasure is what is making you feel worried.

However, Ramesses knew that he didn't need to overreact because he is one at advantage not you.

"Tell me now, why shouldn't I execute you and your family just like I did with your little friend"

Your eyes widened in fear at the news of your friend's death, but his threat to also kill your family was enough of a warning for you to plead.

"Please, I will do anything you want, don't kill my family"

Ramesses only narrows his eyes at you, his smirk only growing larger.

"You shall become my broodmare"

Alexander the Great

You have known him since you both were children, your father was a great general, a friend of Alexander's father, Philip II.

However, you and Alexander were not friends, you felt uneasy every time you were around him.

Anyone could see how infatuated Alexander was with you, yet you found comfort in avoiding him.

You are shy in personality and only found comfort in reading.

Knowing very well that your father and Philip planned to wed you to Alexander once you reached a proper age to marry, you decided to become a priestess.

However, that didn't prevent Alexander from kidnapping you and forcing you to marry him the moment his father dies and he becomes King.

You thought you would stay at home while Alexander goes on his journey to conquer the world.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen.

"Alexander, please, I'm pregnant, the traveling might harm the baby"

Your husband would only smile at you, assuring you.

"Do not worry about our baby, the physicians said it is safe for you to travel"

Of course, that is a lie, as the physicians warned him that it might cause you great stress.

But, Alexander would not leave you behind, he doesn't trust anyone to keep you safe, he fears that you might leave him for another.

You do have a safe birth, and things were going well at the conquests.

However, Alexander gets deadly ill.

And orders that you get poisoned.

After all, he won't leave you in this cruel world alone without him.

#tw: toxic relationships #Yandere History #Alexander the Great x reader #Ramesses II #Ramesses II x Reader #alexander the great #reader insert