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thescarletfang · 1 year

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The Sweetest Kind of Trouble

Well, here it is! My fluffier-than-fluff Tommy Miller fic. Seriously, this is so soft, y’all. I just didn’t have the mental capacity to go dark for this one. Sometimes it be like that! I just really wanted to write a very tender Tommy Miller fic without the looming threat of the end of the world.

Word count: ~8.3k (my longest fic lol who am I what is happening)

Summary: You meet Tommy when he comes in looking for flowers for a first date. He’s trouble from the start.

Tommy Miller x f!reader, AU, no outbreak.

Warnings: Some spice at the end! I think that’s it?? Let me know if I missed anything but I mean...this is SO FLUFFY.

I hope you enjoy. I just want to give Tommy Miller all of the love he deserves!!

He came in looking for flowers.

You noticed him immediately - his tall, broad frame adorned in faded Levi’s, his gray, collared shirt open and unbuttoned with a white tank top underneath, a cowboy hat on his head and dark shades hiding his eyes. You could tell he was beautiful immediately, even with his sunglasses on. The way his black locks curled under the hat made your fingers itch, the desire to run your hands through them a little shocking since you’d only laid eyes on him thirty seconds ago. His boots were as study as his large hands that ran along the cracked, wooden gate that led into where you stood behind the register.

You liked working at Daisywood Farms, especially in the springtime. The Texas sky was usually a vibrant shade of blue, the steady buzz and hum of insects the perfect background melody. You liked the way the heat made you sweat. You were a summer baby after all, coming alive in the warmer weather, so it never bothered you none when Austin got real warm. You felt yourself bloom under the sun.

You really liked working in the marketplace at Daisywood Farms. It was open and bustling and there was everything from blackberry jam to mason jars of moonshine to apple and rhubarb pie - and flowers. So many flowers, black-and-yellow bees dancing through the outdoor marketplace, floating from daisies to sunflowers to carnations and sprigs of baby’s breath. You reveled in the different scents; rejoiced in the way your sundress moved with the humid breeze and your hair frizzed around the crown of your head.

You’d decided at thirty to go back to school and earn your master’s degree in English Literature, and working at Daisywood Farms from the springtime through autumn was a nice respite amidst your studies. You worked part-time, it paid for your apartment and books, and it allowed you to get out of your head. You found yourself content for the first time in a long time - you had a routine. You had friends - good ones, too. You had your own place, a little two bedroom with hardwood floors and natural light and a windowsill for your flowers and space for all of your books. You were - for all intents and purposes - happy.

You did not expect Tommy Miller.

After you initially noticed him, you went back to work, ringing up an older woman for an entire case of moonshine, having to bite your lip from laughing when she told you it was because her husband was getting on her last nerve. You packed away her jars and sent her on her way, and your eyes crinkled from smiling as you watched her leave.

A few minutes later, you looked up from wiping down the counter when you heard a throat clear. It was the guy with the hat and the boots and the hair and the–

“Um, miss, I don’t wanna be a bother, but I could sure use your help.”

You immediately thought that his voice didn’t have to be that deep and that raspy. Did this man walk out of one of those trashy romance novels you’d read on the beach last summer? You felt flustered as he took off his sunglasses and you were met with puppy-dog brown eyes. At the distance he stood from you now, you could see a smattering of freckles along his cheeks, and he was grinning. You’d never been smitten with a stranger this quickly before, but this man was simply beautiful. You couldn’t stop yourself from admiring him. Your eyes flickered over his face despite your best attempts to remain unafflicted.

He looked at you expectantly, and you came back to your senses. You cleared your throat. Your face was hot.

You found your voice. “What can I help you with?”

His grin was very distracting, you noted. He tapped his fingertips on the counter and you felt your lips quirking up in the corner, despite yourself. Whoever this man was, he made you want to smile, and that was alright by you.

“Got me a first date tonight,” he said. “And my niece says bums like me should bring flowers to a first date.”

You laughed, despite the twinge of disappointment at the fact that this man had a date lined up. That’s what you get for being flustered with a stranger.

“Your niece sounds very smart.”

His eyes glittered as he nodded, hanging his sunglasses on the collar of his white undershirt. He rapped his knuckles twice on the counter.

“Smartest person I know, that’s for damn sure,” he said. You nodded, pulling up the wooden barrier on the side of the cash register counter, coming out from around the corner to stand in this man’s space. You thought for a second his eyes flicked over your body, taking you in, but you were sure you’d imagined it.

“Well, we have lots of options for a first date,” you told him, the two of you walking toward the rows and rows of flowers that Daisywood Farms was known for. “What’s this girl like?”

The man chuckled lowly, reaching up and taking the cowboy hat off his head, holding it close to his chest. You tried not to stare at the disheveled curls, tried to not to marvel at how beautiful his head of hair was.

Dear god, woman. Get it together!

“I don’t really know,” the man admitted. “I asked for her number at the bar the other night and well, now here we are.”

You paused in front of a sprig of lavender and pulled it out of its place, holding it up to your nose. You breathed in deeply, the familiar scent warming you down to your toes. You looked up to find the man staring at you.

“Hmm.” Your fingers traced against the sprigs in your hand. “You honestly can’t go wrong with lavender, maybe mixed with a few wildflowers in there.”

He kept looking at you and you felt rooted to the spot. “That your favorite? Lavender?”

You nodded. “I’d say so. I like to always have some on my breakfast table. Brightens up my morning while I have my coffee and do some reading.” Am I talking too much? It felt like you were talking too much.

He watched you for a moment, not saying anything. It almost felt as if he was studying you. And then he reached over, picking up a bunch of daffodils.

“I think these’ll do.” His eyes flickered back to you. “She don’t seem like a lavender girl.”

You pursed your lips, putting back your lavender bunch, trying to decide if that stung or not. She must be really different than me.

“I don’t think you needed much of my help.” You led him away from the flowers and he put his hat back on. As you lifted the wooden barrier to situate yourself behind the register, you heard him chuckle. When you turned around to face him, hand outstretched for the daffodils, he was grinning.

“Sure I did. How else I’d know that lavender brighten up a morning while you do some reading?”

You bit your lip, trying to put a clamp on your smile but it felt a little futile. You thought maybe he picked up on it because as you rang up his total, his eyes sparkled with something like mischief.

“I’m Tommy Miller.” Your eyes shot up to meet his, momentarily pausing in punching in the price in the ancient register. You liked the way he said his full, government name to you. It made you want to laugh. He’s so damn cute.

“Are you, now?” You couldn’t help but tease him a little and he breathed out a chuckle, the sound low and rich, like a dark roast coffee. You smirked as he looked away for a minute, his smile crooked. When his eyes flicked back to you, you couldn’t help but suck in a breath.

Ugh. What is wrong with me? He’s just a guy, getting some flowers for his girl.

Maybe you were lonelier than you thought you were. Maybe it was time to take up Vanessa - your best friend - on her offer to set you up with one of her coworkers. She had mentioned a guy named Jake had thought you were cute when you’d joined them for happy hour drinks a few weeks back. You can barely remember what he looked like, but a vague picture of a dude floated in your head. You remember thinking he was nice.

“Can I ask your name?” You were brought back to the present and to the man - Tommy - in front of you. He sounded hopeful and friendly and not at all like some of the more aggressive men you’d encountered out in Texas nightlife. This Tommy Miller - he felt open. He felt safe.

Maybe you were an idiot for thinking that after a few minutes of interaction, but you prided yourself on your instincts.

Which was why you told him your name. He repeated it back to you, the grin permanent on his face. You had to look down or else you were worried you’d completely melt. You wrapped his flowers up as you told him the total. As he fished his wallet out of his back pocket, you cut a piece of twine, wrapping it around the bundle of daffodils.

You gave him the flowers as he handed you cash. He held them up to his nose, smelling for a moment, before looking at you. He was looking at you through his dark, too-long-to-be-good-for-him lashes, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

You gestured with your hand toward the bouquet.“She’s gonna love them. Daffodils are a perfect first-date flower.”

“Alright then.” He nodded. “Now if this date goes badly and she hates them, I may have you to blame, yeah?”

You laughed. “Well I did suggest lavendar, so…”

Tommy stood there and you thought for a moment maybe he wanted to say something. But he didn’t and you filled the silence for him.

“Well…enjoy your date, Tommy.”

“You work here often?” The words tumbled out of his mouth quickly, as if he couldn’t contain them much longer. Your eyebrows rose almost to your hairline.

“I do. Part-time.” He looked at you and his expression was so open that you felt yourself offering more. “I’m back in school, getting my master’s degree, so I work here through autumn when I don’t have class.”

Tommy let out a low whistle, his eyes widening. He looked impressed and you tried not to preen.

“So you one a’ those smart ones?”

You titled your head at him, pursing your lips playfully. “You one a’ those dumb ones?”

Tommy’s eyes lit up and you felt little butterflies in your belly. His eyes glittered in the afternoon sun, and you felt like everyone else milling about the Daisywood marketplace faded into the background, blurred and frayed around the edges. As if there was a glow on just the two of you, the warmth radiating into your pulse, down into your very bones.

“You’re trouble,” he told you, motioning with the bouquet in your direction. You felt like you’d just won something, but you weren’t sure what it was.

“It was nice to meet you, Tommy Miller,” you told him and he grinned again, one of those wide ones that crinkled the edges of his eyes.

“You too.”

* * *

Tommy had wanted to ask for your number, but he had enough sense in his head that he realized asking a woman for her number while buying flowers for another woman was not the right move. He was an idiot about most things, but he knew that much.

But damn, you’d been a fiery thing. And as he stood in the parking lot of the restaurant, his hands in his pockets, watching his date walk back to her car, he cursed himself. Because the girl he’d taken out tonight - she’d been sweet, but clearly the sparks had peaked under the dim light of a bar and the fuel of alcohol. When she said tonight had been fun but maybe that’s where it stopped - a friendly, platonic smile on her face - he couldn’t have agreed faster. He only realized as she walked away that she’d left her flowers in the restaurant.

He kicked a rock in the parking lot, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his pack of cigarettes. He lit one as he walked to his truck, the nicotine immediately calming him. He exhaled through his nose as he climbed into the driver’s seat.

Tommy knew his history with women. He knew he’d never been the serious type, much more interested in hook-ups and and flirtations than actual relationships. But he’d be lying if he said that now - in the latter half of his thirties - the uncertainty felt a little tired. It’s not like he was ready to settle down, get married and pop out some kids - hell no. Sarah was enough for him and he loved being her uncle more than almost anything in the world.

Naw, he wasn’t trying to skip all the steps and get tied down right away. But…it would be kind of nice to come home to someone after a long day of working in the sun, blistered hands and aching bones. Would be nice to not have to try with anyone, to just have someone who knew him. Someone he could wrap up in his arms, that he could feel like himself with. Someone to bring over to Joel and Sarah’s for Sunday night dinner. ‘Cuz that drive home is starting to feel a little lonely. And so is my house.

He took another puff from his cigarette as he passed the local grocery store. He realized he was out of coffee and tomorrow was a big job with Joel - he knew he’d need the fuel in the morning. Pulling into the nearly-empty parking lot at this hour, Tommy flicked his cigarette out of the driver’s window as he pulled into an empty spot.

As he walked into the grocery store, he stuck his hands in his faded jean jacket and headed straight for the coffee aisle. He could feel the long day settle into his bones and he was looking forward to flopping face-first down into his bed the second he got home.

He found the dark roast he liked and snatched it from the shelf before he turned toward the end of the aisle, where he promptly found himself rooted to the spot.

Because there you were. Pretty little thing from the farm, your name floating into his brain as he looked at you for a moment as you held a basket in your arm, examining a bag of sugar. Your hair was pulled out of your face, different than how you’d worn it this afternoon, and you looked a little tired.

But still as cute as ever.

“Hey, Trouble.”

You looked up at his voice and it took a moment, but when you recognized him your face broke into the brightest smile he’d seen all day. It made his stomach swoop a little and he walked toward you, returning your grin.

“Tommy Miller.” You put the bag of sugar in your already-full basket, shifting your weight to accommodate the bulkiness. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He said your name then and you laughed. And then he stupidly asked, “What are you doin’ here?”

He felt himself flush as you got a teasing look in your eye, seemingly delighted that he would ask such an obvious question. Your eyes flicked down to your basket, then back up to his gaze.

“Why, believe it or not, I’m grocery shopping.”

He chuckled, a little embarrassed, the hand not holding his coffee coming up to rub at the back of his neck. You seemed to take pity on him because you looked up at him with a friendly wink, letting him know you were just messing with him.

Tommy nodded. “Ain’t that somethin’.”

Suddenly, your eyes went wide, as if you’d only just remembered something. “How’d your date go?!”

You seemed genuinely excited for him, like you really cared about his answer to the question.

“It was fine.” He watched as your eyebrows rose. You looked - well - if Tommy didn’t know any better, he’d say you looked a little relieved at his lackluster response but maybe that was just him being hopeful.

“Oh no.” You once again shifted the heavy basket and Tommy had an itch to reach out and take it for you. Would that be too forward? I don’t wanna come on too strong. “‘Fine’ is not how you want to describe a first date.” A pause, and then, “It was the daffodils, wasn’t it?”

Tommy barked out a laugh and you grinned playfully at him. “I think it was more to do with our personalities not bein’ compatible, but I will tell you - she left the daffodils in the restaurant.”

You clutched a dramatic hand to your heart, scrunching your eyes up in mock pain. “Noooooo!”

“It’s true. Right there on the table between our empty plates.”

You groaned, the sound turning into a laugh when your eyes landed back on his. “That’s so brutal, I’m sorry. For the record - those were really nice flowers! Her loss.”

Tommy stuck his free hand into his pocket to keep from just taking that damn heavy basket out of your arms. “They were nice flowers. As pretty and as nice as the gal who sold them to me.”

You squinted your eyes at him, pursing your lips - it looked like you were trying to hide a smile.

“You using a line on me after your failed date?” Damn, you liked calling him out, didn’t you?

“It ain’t a line!” He watched as you turned on your heel, scoffing. He thought for a moment he’d blown it, that you really did think he was a dog, but when you realized he wasn’t next to you, you looked over your shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him.

“You just gonna stand there or you gonna walk with me?”

She–oh…damn.

“Yes ma’am.” Tommy’s long legs got him to where you stood in just a few strides, and the two of you meandered down the aisle, toward the front of the store.

“I really am sorry your date didn’t go as well as you’d hoped.” He looked to his left, down at you. Your gaze was focused ahead of you, your arms gripping the basket.

Fuck it.

“Here, gimme that.” He motioned to your basket and you looked up at him, your face full of surprise.

“Oh, you don’t have to, Tommy–”

“I know that, but I want to.”

You hesitated for another moment before you let him take the basket out of your arms. He held it in his right hand, his left hand clutching his coffee. He glanced at your ingredients, noticed a few common threads. Made him think of the time he took Sarah to get things to surprise Joel on a Christmas morning a few years ago. They’d made cinnamon buns together, Sarah bossing him around while Joel slept in. That was a good day.

“You into baking?” You looked up at his question.

“It’s my best friend’s birthday next weekend. Gonna make her a cake. Icing and all.”

He let you walk in front of him as you both reached the checkout line and he resisted the urge to put his hand on your lower back. You turned to him and he held out your basket as you started to put your items onto the conveyor built.

He caught your eye as you set down a container of sprinkles. “Lucky best friend.”

The two of you didn’t talk much as you both checked out, but you did reward him with another bright smile as he effortlessly took hold of your bagged groceries, insisting he help carry them to your car.

You led him over to where you were parked and opened the passenger door for him to set your bag down. When you nudged the door closed with your hip, you turned to face him. He held his single bag of coffee in his hand, looking at you.

“Thanks for the totally unnecessary chivalry.” You played with the strap of your purse, one foot kicked behind you, resting on your car door. “I really do appreciate it, Tommy.”

“I was raised right.” Tommy didn’t want to stop talking to you, but it was getting late and he had to be up early - and he could see the tiredness in your shoulders, the way sleep was probably beckoning you too.

He rubbed the back of his neck again. If Joel had been there, he’d tease him for it, Tommy’s consistent tell that he was nervous. He’d done it since he was a little kid - before he was up to bat at a baseball game, before a doctor’s appointment, the day Joel told him he was going to be an uncle.

“It was real nice runnin’ into you, Trouble, and I’d very much like to do it again.” He heard your small intake of breath, the surprised little gasp as your eyes widened just a bit.

“You would?” There was no teasing in your question and Tommy was taken aback by the earnestness of it. Like you actually couldn’t believe he’d want to see you again, like you weren’t lovely and kind. He’d be an idiot to not at least try.

“Yes ma’am. You got a number you’d feel okay giving me?”

Your initial reaction was to smile, and he marveled at how it took up your whole face. Then a second later you sighed, biting your lip, your eyes flitting away from him and he started to feel a little nervous. Maybe he was being too forward. He’d only just met you this morning. You might have a boyfriend or a husband or a girlfriend for all he knew–

“I’ll be honest, Tommy.” You were back to playing with the strap of your purse, and Tommy clocked it as a nervous tick. “I’m not much in the habit of giving strangers - especially men - my number.”

He studied you for a moment, your hesitation. Did some idiot burn you before? Some creep abuse the privilege of having your number in his possession? He wanted to say he wouldn’t be like that, that he was different - but currently the odds were stacked against him. He’d just been at dinner with a different woman an hour ago. Maybe you thought he was a creep.

“How ‘bout this? I give you my number, so if you never wanna see me again, you don’t have to.” Your eyes lit up at his suggestion, your shoulders relaxing. “And I ain’t askin’ for anything. Just would like to talk to you some more.”

You studied him for a long beat, debating something in that pretty head of yours. “How about as friends? You’d..be okay with that?”

The Tommy Miller from a few years ago - hell, even last year - would’ve honestly deflated at that, said sure and then put you out of his mind, moving on to someone who’d likely sleep with him. He wasn’t always proud of his history with women, and while he never meant to mistreat anyone, he had certainly ghosted a girl or two. Or three or four.

But you’d been kind to him this morning and you were being kind to him now. He felt comfortable in your presence. And truthfully? He’d be lying if he said he had a lot of friends. Besides Joel and a few veteran buddies, he didn’t have time for a lot of friends. And if he was being brutally, terribly honest with himself?

Fuck, Tommy Miller was a little lonely.

Which is why he nodded, giving you a genuine grin. “Friends sounds pretty damn great to me.”

* * *

You waited two days to reach out to Tommy.

You had been a little surprised at your reaction to him asking for your number. You’d mooned over him that morning, your stomach had swooped when you’d ran into him again later that night at the grocery store, and yet when he actually asked for your number, you’d balked.

Because you’d seen it clearly then. A man as gorgeous as Tommy could not possibly be looking for something more than just physical. And certainly not with you. It just…it didn’t track, based on your history with men like him. And you didn’t think that way to talk down on yourself - in fact, you were very happy with yourself. You knew your worth, knew that you would be a good partner to whoever would want to give that a go with you.

But Tommy was absurdly handsome. Flirtatious. Easy to joke with and talk to and you saw, in that second when he’d asked for your number, exactly how this would all play out. He’d take you out, you’d get swept up in that smile, you’d find yourself in bed with him because duh, and then you’d never hear from him again.

It was a tale as old as time. It’d happened to you plenty.

And maybe that was a little unfair of you, judging him before really knowing him. Your therapist did say you had a habit of self-sabotage when it came to dating. But you couldn’t help it; you were not up to getting hurt at this point in your life. And you knew yourself: you knew if you slept with this man, you’d get attached. You just knew it, a few minutes into conversation with him.

So you’d been taken aback when he’d agreed to a friendship. You were sure he’d blow you off at your suggestion, or a least pretend to entertain it and then never hear from him again. And you certainly didn’t expect him to answer the text you sent him.

You sent a pretty standard message - telling him just who was texting him and asking how his day was going. Then you’d thrown your phone on the other end of your couch, snuggling under the throw blanket around your shoulders, trying to put Tommy out of your mind and calm your racing heart because it’s not like he was going to text back anyway.

Your phone started buzzing and you glanced over, mouth dropping open because Tommy was calling you. Your stomach immediately tied together in nerves and you leaned over, grabbing for your phone and just staring at his name as it continued to ring.

Fuck it.

“Hello?”

“Hi you.” His voice on the other end sounded deeper than in person and you snuggled further into your couch, trying not to physically squeal like you were fifteen-years-old, sneaking on the landline late at night to talk to the boy from school you had a crush on.

“Hope it’s alright m’calling you.” He sounded soft on the other end. “I’ll admit I’m not much of a texting guy.”

Your smile stretched ear-to-ear because that made perfect sense. He didn’t seem like a texting guy, and hearing his voice over the phone was better than reading a few sentences over a message.

“It’s very alright,” you replied. “I hope it’s alright I texted. I didn’t know if you were working or something–”

“Got home a little bit ago.” Talking with Tommy felt light. You immediately relaxed, imagining him on the other end, wherever he was in his home.

He cleared his throat, asked, “What you up to?” and you fell into an easy conversation. He told you about his day - he worked construction jobs with his older brother named Joel, his only sibling and the father of his niece. You could hear the affection in Tommy’s voice that the man had for his older brother, and it delighted you. He told you about a funny thing his niece - Sarah - had said that morning as Tommy had picked up his brother from his house, on the way to the job. You laughed until your cheeks hurt and realized Tommy had a gift for storytelling.

He asked you about your class that day and seemed genuinely interested in your thesis. He asked what your favorite books were, admitted he hadn’t read one in god knows how long, and asked about your family. You talked and talked and talked, and it wasn’t until you yawned that you glanced over at your end table, eyes widening when you realized it was after midnight.

You bid each other goodnight and he asked if he could call you tomorrow. You were grateful he couldn’t see your dorky, giant grin on your face when you replied yes.

That night you dreamt of black curls and freckles and a grin as warm as the Texas sun.

* * *

Within several weeks, Tommy Miller became your friend.

You talked to him on the phone whenever you could at night, when your work and research was completed or he wasn’t too passed-out exhausted from work. You even got to see his house - a modest, two-bedroom rancher, with typical Ikea furniture and Texas sports team paraphernalia. The natural light was lovely and his hardwood floors looked beautiful. When you commented on them, he had beamed - and told you that he and Joel had installed the floor themselves. You were sufficiently impressed.

It was lovely and painfully obvious a man lived there alone, especially when you realized the most expensive thing in the entire place was his grill on the back deck. You’d teased him, but the steak he’d made you on it was so good that it’d effectively shut you up.

And that was how you started to spend time with Tommy Miller. Movie nights at his house, phone calls in the evening, showing him your book collection and grabbing a late night burger after he got off a job. Vanessa even met him once, the man meeting you for a happy hour drink. She didn’t stop teasing you about him for a week after that, calling him your “non-boyfriend boyfriend” and telling you you were an idiot. You brushed her off, told her that right now, you were just friends and that was good enough.

“So let me give my coworker Jake your number,” she’d said, her eyes bright, teasing you. You’d pursed your lips, shrugging.

“Fine.” Your voice sounded unconvincing even to your own ears and Vanessa had scoffed at you. She’d shook her head, taking a sip of her wine.

“You’re unbelievable,” she’d said and you’d rolled your eyes at her.

Your newfound friendship with Tommy was nice. He was nice. You didn’t need to complicate it and get your hopes up, thinking that the man wanted more than he was giving. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d made a new friend - you’d been so settled into your life and your routine, you hadn’t had much of change in a little bit.

Tommy was something new. Something special and sweet and you didn’t really want to complicate it very much. He was probably dating anyway - it wasn’t like you knew every single thing the man did. He owed you nothing, so if he was going out with women on the days you didn’t see him, that was fine by you.

At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

And you were in complete and utter denial the more time you spent with him.

* * *

“What’s so funny?”

Tommy looked up from his phone to find Joel staring at him with narrowed eyes, his beer bottle paused before his lips. Sarah snorted as she took a bite of her burger, a knowing look in her eye.

Tommy set his phone down on Joel’s kitchen table, leaning back in his seat. “Huh?”

Joel took a swig of beer and looked at Tommy suspiciously. “You got the biggest dumbass grin on your face as you looked at your phone. What is it?”

Tommy tried to not give himself away and took a drink from his own beer. Because the truth was he’d been laughing at a meme you’d sent him, something stupid in response to a debate about the greatest action movie franchise. You were arguing that Aliens was better than Terminator 2, and Tommy had pointed out it was the same director, then you’d teased him for “mansplaining” and it’d gone back and forth until you’d sent some ridiculous reaction picture.

“Dad, he’s obviously texting a girl.”

Tommy flicked a homemade french fry at Sarah’s face and she batted it away, snickering.

“You mind your business,” he told his niece, trying to play it cool. But Joel - the son of a bitch - looked way too interested to let it slide.

“Who is it? Do I know her? You datin’ her or just textin’?” Joel’s rapid fire questions made Tommy roll his eyes at his big brother.

“She’s my friend, dipshit.”

Joel snorted and then it was Sarah’s turn to flick a fry, but this time she aimed it at her dad’s head. The fry hit him directly in the center of the forehead, and Tommy and Sarah burst into laughter.

“Hey!” Joel swiped his napkin over his forehead, glaring at Sarah playfully.

“Uncle Tommy can have friends that are girls.”

Joel raised an eyebrow. “Oh, can he now?” He leveled a look at his little brother. “You just friends with this girl?”

“Don’t be a dick.” Tommy shoved the last bit of his burger into his mouth. “And yeah, I am, and I really dig her, man. She’s cool. And smart. And funny.”

Joel grinned genuinely at his little brother and Tommy felt the tops of his ears get hot. He knew that look that Joel was giving him. He knew he sounded like a complete dork but he didn’t care. He was grateful for you. For your ridiculous memes and your conversations and for letting him into your life, even if it never got further than what it was.

Which he was absolutely fine with. Really.

Sarah’s eyes lit up. “Bring her to my soccer game on Saturday! I wanna meet her!”

“Yeah, Tommy!” Joel’s such a little shit. “Bring her, we wanna meet her.”

Tommy shook his head, looking between his older brother and his niece. They looked at him with expectant expressions, and Tommy finally relented. He knew he wouldn’t win this argument and a part of him didn’t want to. The thought of you joining them for one of Sarah’s games - the thought of introducing you to his people - made his stomach swoop in a way it hadn’t in a long time.

Tommy’s phone buzzed and your name came up with a text that said, Anyway, hope you’re having a nice night. :)

He didn’t try to hide the smile that time.

“Yeah, maybe I will bring ‘er.”

* * *

The sun beat down on the back of your neck and you were grateful for your choice to wear your hair pulled up and out of your face. The Texas almost-summer-but-still-technically-spring weather was brutal, and it was hot on the soccer field today as you sat beside Tommy and his brother, watching tweens run around and play like their life depended on it.

When Tommy had invited you to his niece’s soccer game, you had been floored. You’d heard a lot about Joel and Sarah, and you didn’t admit it to him, but you’d been wanting to meet them for awhile. Once you immediately said absolutely to attending the game, your nerves set in. Would Joel grill you about your relationship to his brother? Would he question why you weren’t dating? Would you have to deflect questions in order to stay away from the true reason why you were afraid to admit to your feelings: you didn’t want to get hurt.

But the second Tommy picked you up in his truck with a big smile on his face, the second you both walked across the parking lot and to the field, the second you met Joel Miller and his sweet, bright-eyed daughter, all of those nerves and that fear melted away. You were shocked at how right it all felt. You wished Sarah good luck before she jogged onto the field, and the smile she gave you immediately made you feel welcome.

You scrunched your nose, too-big sunglasses sliding down your face. Tommy’d given you his to wear, noticing you squinting in the harsh sun. He looked over at you now, smirking.

“Don’t you dare make fun of me,” you said to him, pushing the sunglasses up your nose. He barked out a laugh and put his hands up in mock defense.

“I ain’t sayin’ a word.”

Joel - who was sitting on the other side of Tommy - held his water bottle up to his lips. “If my little brother makes fun of you, he’s walking home.”

“I drove her here!” Tommy’s indignant pout made him sound like he was twelve. Your smile was embarrassingly big.

“Doesn’t mean she can’t drive your truck without you in it.” Joel threw you a smirk, conspiratory in nature, like the both of you were in on a joke together. It made you feel included and you were grateful for it, lodging the feeling away beneath your ribcage.

“You know, that’s a good idea, Joel.” You turned to to angle your body toward Tommy, your hands resting on the arms of the fold-out chair he’d brought for you. You reached up, lowering the sunglasses and peered at him dramatically, over the lenses. “I always wanted a truck of my own. Yours will do nicely.”

Tommy’s eyes fixed on you, his gaze warmer than the sunshine.

“I wasn’t gonna make fun’a you.” He cleared his throat, his eyes traveling over your face. His voice was low, so only you could hear. “Was just gonna say you look good in my stuff.”

Your mouth dropped open and you found no words came to you. Tommy had a self-satisfied smirk on his face, before he stood up, declaring he needed another water bottle and sauntered away toward the snack bar, a hand in his jeans pocket. The very way he carried himself told you he knew exactly how hard you heart was beating.

You were flustered, but you managed to get it together when Joel said your name. Your attention flicked over to him.

“It’s nice to finally meet the girl that’s been the reason for my brother’s good mood for the last few months.”

Your face heated and you smiled. “I don’t know about all that. Tommy’s always in a good mood.”

Joel studied you for a moment, an almost imperceptible shake of his head. “Yeah, but it’s been different. He likes you. A lot.”

Your fingers played with the hem of your sundress, falling to the middle of your thigh. “Well now you’re just getting my hopes up, Joel. He likes me as good as he likes any of his friends.”

Joel deadpanned a knowing look at you and then took a breath. His eyes traveled back to the field, watching as Sarah joined her team for a time-out huddle. When he spoke, his eyes remained on the field, but you felt like his entire attention was on you.

“My brother’s spent his entire life tryin’ to prove he’s good enough. Good enough for our parents, good enough for me, good enough for the fuckin’ United States army.” Joel took a breath, and you got the sense that what he was saying to you was really important. “I would put money on the fact that he sure as hell don’t feel good enough for you.”

You swallowed, your stomach full of butterflies. “I–I don’t–”

Finally, Joel looked at you, and his gaze was as warm as Tommy’s. You could see the similarity in their faces, their brown puppy-dog eyes and their uncanny ability to make you feel like you were the only person in the entire place.

“I’m tellin’ you this because I can see how y’all are around each other and I’ve spent - what - an hour around you two?” He shook his head. “And I would fuckin’ hate for you to walk away from this because my brother is too up his own damn ass to realize he does deserve the best. And I think I’m right in assuming he makes you happy.”

You couldn’t deny it even if you wanted to. “He makes me so happy.”

Joel gave you a genuine smile. He nodded. “He’s the best man I know.”

Your heart beat a tender rhythm, the love radiating off of Joel. You were amazed by it, nearly consumed by it. These Miller brothers are good men. I know that. I can feel it.

Your conversation didn’t continue because Tommy was back, plopping down in his seat between you and Joel. He handed you a water.

“Figured you could use one too,” he told you. Over his shoulder, your saw Joel’s knowing look, his eyebrows raised, and you tried not to blush.

You took the water bottle from his hand, your smile stretching across your face. “Thanks, Tommy.” He grinned at you, his bronzed skin glistening in the sunshine, his freckles scattered across his nose like tiny constellations. I’m down bad for this man.

The rest of the game passed in a pleasant hour. You made easy conversation with Joel and Tommy, and when Sarah’s team brought home the victory, you were on your feet with the rest of the parents and families, cheering and yelling through cupped hands.

Joel explained it was tradition to get ice cream after the games - win or lose. Sarah - with her big, Miller eyes - told you matter-of-factly you simply had to join for this post-game tradition. You told her you’ve never turned down an opportunity for ice cream once in your life.

As you sat at an outdoor table at the ice-cream parlor, licking the strawberry cone Tommy insisted on buying for you, you realized you were happier than you ever remembered being. The sun was starting to settle low in the sky, and the soundtrack of Joel and Tommy’s laughter, of Sarah’s snarky comments - it all created a calmness in you.

I could get used to this. Tommy caught your eye, mid-conversation with Joel. He grinned at you without ever breaking conversation, a silent communication to you saying I’m glad you’re here.

You smiled down into your ice cream.

I’m glad I am too, Tommy. I’m right where I’m meant to be.

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It happened on a random Tuesday in late May.

Tommy knew you’d been having a shitty day. You’d overslept for your meeting with your advisor, a citation source for your thesis hadn’t worked out, and you’d gotten a flat tire on your way home. When you had texted Tommy a picture of the flat with an angry face, he immediately asked if he needed to pick you up. You told him Triple A was on their way, then made a joke about how you’d run over the nail just a few minutes from his house. He said it was fate then, since he was planning on asking you to come over and have dinner with him.

You’d agreed to head to his house after Triple A replaced your wheel. After double checking that you were safe, off the road, and okay to wait for them, Tommy had started on dinner.

It was golden hour when you arrived to his house, bursting through his front door like a shot of espresso.

“Honey, I’m hooooooome!” You bellowed the cheesy line, throwing your bag on the couch. Tommy laughed and paused in his work - chopping a red bell pepper for the skewers he was going to toss on the grill. He looked over his shoulder at you, a giant smile on his face, and his heart thudded as it always did when you were around.

You just looked so perfect with your messy hair from a long day, your sparkling eyes, standing in his doorway, lighting up like a Texas firefly.

I want this. I want this with you. Forever.

You started to make your way into the kitchen, but your eyes flickered over to his dining table. He followed your eye-line and where it came to rest: on the vase of lavender in the center. Your eyes widened slightly as you took in the flowers. You got a soft look in your eye as you walked toward the table, and when you reached it, your fingers reached out to graze the petals.

“Lavendar?”

Tommy cleared his throat, turning around so he could lean against the counter. He took the dish towel from where it rested on his shoulder and wiped his hands. He felt nervous, suddenly. Like you’d opened up his heart, looked right in and saw it all.

“I hear they’re good for when you’re havin’ your mornin’ coffee. Brightens things up.”

You met his gaze, a smile taking over your face as you took him in. “When’d you get these?”

Tommy put the towel down on the counter, resting his hands behind him on either side, the cool surface grounding him.

“The other day.” Fuck it. “I saw them and I wanted them. They always remind me of you.”

He could hear the audible gasp you made, the sharp intake of breath. Your eyes were wet but you didn’t look sad - you looked amazed. Tommy felt himself teetering on the edge and he made a decision then. A decision that was months in the making, a decision that honestly had been in motion since the first time he’d laid eyes on you.

He pushed off the counter, standing to his full height. Because when a man bared his soul, he did it with dignity.

“I love you.” The words fell out of his mouth effortlessly, danced between the two of you. “I’m in love with you, and – and if all you want with me is friendship, I respect that but I just–I had to tell you, ‘cuz–”

“Tommy.”

“Cuz I can’t keep it in anymore–”

“Tommy.”

He stopped his rambling and he realized his chest was rising and falling faster than it was a minute ago. You were smiling at him, a tear traveling lazily down your cheek.

You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.

You took a breath, your hands skating down the front of your dress.

“I need you to come over here, put your hands on my hips, and kiss me.”

He felt a flame lick up his spine. Your stare was heavy, and the way you licked your lips made him want to groan.

And then when you suddenly got bashful, tacking on a, “If you want” — he broke.

His legs carried him over to you in a few strides. His left hand landed on your hip, his right hand went into your hair, and right before his lips met yours, he rasped, “I want.”

Tommy bent down as you lifted up and when your lips finally connected, he felt like it’d taken forever and no time at all to get here. His hand flexed against your hip and you made a little whimpering noise as you parted your lips. He didn’t waste any second - his tongue tracing your bottom lip before he licked into your mouth. Your hands made their way to his curls and you pulled, causing Tommy to moan deep in his throat.

You pulled away and he chased your lips and you were panting, gasping for air.

“I love you, Tommy Miller,” you breathed in the space between your mouths. “I love you so much.”

Tommy couldn’t stop himself from grinning - it spread wide across his face, his hand in your hair moving to cup your jaw. His thumb grazed against your cheek.

“That makes me a very lucky man,” he told you. You pressed yourself against him, your hands sliding down around his neck. You pulled him by his flannel, connecting your mouths again and if Tommy thought the first kiss with you was good, this was something else.

You kissed with your entire body. He could feel your curves against him, and his hand on your hip moved to your ass. He grabbed a handful and you moaned, spreading your pretty legs. You broke apart, both breathing hard, and Tommy looked down between you, his forehead resting against yours. He moved his knee in between your legs, pressing it against your core and you gasped.

“Oh,” you breathed, grinding against his denim-covered knee. The sounds you were making were enough to make him come, make him pant, make him beg. He’d allowed his mind to go here before, imagine what it’d be like to make you come apart with his fingers and his tongue, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever get to experience the real thing. It was worth the wait.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he rasped as you leaned your head back, breath coming quickly from your mouth. His lips found the pulse point at your neck and your breathless yes, like that made him strain against his jeans.

I want you I want you I want you.

He moved his hands under your ass, lifting and placing you on the edge of the table. You wasted no time wrapping your legs around his hips, drawing him even closer. He leaned his right palm flat on the table behind you, crowding you, his left hand coming up cradle your jaw. You opened your eyes and the love and tenderness in them almost made him buckle.

“I’m so glad you came in to get flowers that day,” you told him, your eyes wet again. Tommy lost his breath for a moment and then leaned down, pressing his lips against yours before pulling back.

“Does that mean you’ll be my girl?”

Your legs squeezed around him and Tommy grunted, his hands landing on your thighs, pushing your dress up around your waist.

You’re everything. How’d I fuckin’ get so lucky?

You looked up at him through your lashes, your hands coming up to hold his face in your hands.

“I already am.”

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An Attempt at a One Night Stand Pt. 6

Summary: various Sundays with reader, Danny, and Eddie.

CW: Fluff, the slightest hint of spice, angst, slight SH (reader hits something), grief, adams death story, mentions of drunk driving, reader and Eddie argue, adult themes and language.

A/N: I’m sorry this took me forever, my metaphorical egg is scrambled, but I’m back baby 😩🤘🏻

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After that night, Eddie didn’t sleep at his house for another week, not that anyone was complaining.

The first Sunday morning the couple didn’t set an alarm, Eddie was awoken by the click of the bedroom door opening. He peeked through his eyelashes to find Y/n still sleeping next to him, her hair a beautiful mess on her pillow. Her back was mostly bare, save for the cami she wore to sleep. Then he felt the tap on his shoulder.

Eddie turned to find Danny rubbing his sleepy eyes, “Yeti? Where's mama?” He asked. Eddie froze, unsure where to go from here, “Uh, she’s sleeping. Right over there, see?” He pointed over his shoulder. Danny wasted no time crawling up onto the bed, across Eddie’s lap and into the small space between them with a flop.

Y/n groaned and stretched as she rolled over, slinging her arm over the little boy before she even opened her eyes. Eddie sat still, watching the scene. Danny was smiling already, his little feet wriggling under the blanket to get warm. Y/n kissed the top of his head a couple times. “Hi baby.” She mumbled with eyes closed as she nuzzled against his curls.

“Why’s Yeti in your bed?” Danny asked. Y/n looked up at Eddie properly, squinting in the early morning light filtering in through the window.

“We had a sleepover.” She said simply. Eddie smiled at her, smoothing her hair back on her pillow adoringly.

“Next time, can Yeti sleep in my room?” Danny asked.

Y/n looked as if she were at a loss for words, a chuckle slipping through her lips as she looked at Eddie, who didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yeah, kid. We can make a fort and everything!” Eddie offered, but not before the realization hit him that he can’t make decisions like those, it wasn’t his place.

His eyes darted to Y/n’s, finding her smiling dreamily at him. She noticed the panic in his eyes before she nodded, “That sounds like a fantastic idea.” She answered.

Eddie felt the butterflies erupt in his stomach, warm and fluttery against his every nerve. He smiled and laid back down, finally relaxed. “Can we eat?” Danny asked after a moment of lazy morning bliss.

Y/n’s eyes opened again as she crinkled her brows in agony. “Five more minutes, Dan, the suns barely up.” She mumbled.

“But it’s wake up time!” He reasoned.

Eddie chuckled, his heart an absolute mess over these two. “C’mon, buddy,” Eddie sat up as he whispered, reaching on the floor for his shirt. Danny crawled out of the blanket next to him, ready to follow his Yeti anywhere.

Y/n peeked her eyes open again to see Eddie’s bare back sitting at the edge of the bed, his curls falling over his shoulders before he pulled the shirt on over his head. She bit back a smirk at the light pink lines leftover on his pale skin, flashbacks from the night before already sending heat to her core.

Eddie stood and shuffled out of the room behind Danny, pausing at the door when Y/n sat up to follow, “Uh-uh, lay back down, missy.” He pointed at her and raised his brow like a stern father.

Y/n giggled and laid back down, her eyes still on him. “What are you doing?” She asked, pulling the blankets over her shoulder.

“I’m gonna make us some breakfast, and you’re gonna get up when you’re ready. ‘M gonna hang out with Danny til then.” He said simply, pulling the door shut before she could argue.

“Okay… are you sure you got this? There’s cereal in the—“

“Aht! I got it, babe. Get some rest, you deserve it.”

Y/n sighed, looking at her empty bed in the pale morning light. She smiled and rolled over, pulling a pillow over her head.

Eddie shuffled into the kitchen with an easy smile on his lips, finding Danny already sitting on the couch, his legs stretched out on the cushion in front of him. Sesame Street was on, which happened to be one of their shared favorites.

“Alright, buddy, what’d’ya wanna eat?” He asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Cereal!” Danny cheered, hopping off the couch and running after him. Danny sped around Eddie to the cabinet the cereal stayed in, opening it for him and pointing to the top, “See? See? Up there!” He bounced eagerly.

Eddie grabbed the box of chocolate crunch flakes, his own excitement rising in his chest, “This is my favorite kind!” He said to the boy, pulling down three bowls from the cabinet, one of them Danny sized. “Does mommy like these too?” He asked, pouring into the small bowl and ignoring the warm satisfaction that bloomed in his chest as he referred to her as such. He could dream all he wanted.

Danny shook his head, “She has her own, up there.” He pointed again. Eddie poured his helping and reached up for the other box, the cinnamon cereal making him smile. Lots of times he spent the night, he hadn’t been able to stay for breakfast, and the times he did, Y/n always made him a mouthwatering spread for all of them to enjoy. It never occurred to him that he didn’t know what kind of cereal she preferred.

He sat with Danny at the coffee table, watching the tv until he drank the chocolatey leftover milk. “Where’s mommy?” Danny asked, glancing down the hallway.

Eddie followed his gaze to the still shut door. “She’s sleeping some more, I hope.”

“I better go check on her.” Danny mentioned, eyes back on the tv as he spooned another scoop into his mouth and made to get off the couch.

“No, no, I can do that, bud, watch your show.” Eddie gave a breathy chuckle as he walked to the kitchen to prepare her cereal. He wondered if she liked it crunchy or more on the milky side. If she’s liked this kind her entire life or if this was a recent favorite.

He wondered if Adam ever made breakfast for her.

He gently turned her doorknob, peeking through the crack before opening it more to slip inside. He smiled when he saw her curled up in the middle of the bed, her eyes closed. The blanket was pulled up over her chin, her nose and eyes the only part of her face that was visible. Eddie almost regretted making her bowl, knowing it’d be soggy by the time she was ready to wake up.

But then her eyes fluttered open, kissing at the outer corners when she smiled from under the blanket. Eddie smiled back at her, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently pulling the blanket down to her chin. “Hi.” She quietly greeted. Eddie only smiled as his finger traced her cheekbone and jaw, his fingers extending across her cheek to hold her face. She leaned into his touch for a moment before she sat up. “What’s this?” She asked when she saw the cereal.

“For my lady,” he handed it to her, relishing the way her eyes widened in delight as her smile grew, “Danny wanted to check on you.” He added while she took a large bite.

She nodded, speaking through a mouthful shamelessly, “He thinks because—“ she swallowed, “because I check on him all the time, he needs to check on me too.” She shook her head with a loving smile.

“I’m sure he has to keep a very close eye on you, you’re pretty wild.” He teased.

She took another bite and swallowed before speaking, “He lines me out when I need him to, that’s for sure.” She scoffed. “It’s just been us, so.” She shrugged, “Guess he thinks I’m his responsibility, or something.” She rolled her eyes and took another bite, looking more contemplative than Eddie wanted her to.

“Well, now he’s got two of us to keep in line.” Eddie said with a cracked smile, noticing the way her eyes turned softer. She stared at him for a moment, long enough to make him worry if he overstepped.

Instead, she licked her lips, sweet from her sugar tainted milk, and pressed them to his. It was slow and loving, no sense of urgency found in the way they kissed this time. This was new for Eddie, but far from it for Y/n. She hadn’t allowed herself to feel this kind of tenderness in a long time, and had only just now realized how good it felt to be soft with someone again.

And not just someone, it felt good to be soft with Eddie.

She lost herself in him, unaware of their lips slowing to a stop as he broke it to pull back only a centimeter, “I got you.” He said the smallest whisper she’d ever heard from him.

She exhaled sharply and nodded, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against his. She wanted to say it. She felt it bubbling up in her throat, the ways she felt about Eddie. How she felt about his unwavering effort, patience, and love. All the ways he’d made her feel cared for and thought of.

She felt her mouth opening, still unsure of the words about to worm their way out, when Eddie spoke instead, “I better go see what he’s up to, he’s too quiet.” He chuckled adoringly before he kissed her head and headed for the door.

Before he could step out of the room she sat up real fast, “Wait!”

He poked his head back through the door, the sound of the tv turning on filling the once empty space. His gaze turned worried once again, that it wasn’t his place to check on Danny, to know things about Danny. To love Danny the way he did.

She didn’t notice his contemplation, or his wide eyes as she looked at him adoringly, his shirt and his boxers making him look like a certifiable DILF. She sighed and nodded, “Come back,” She l crawled to the end of the bed. “I want another kiss first.” She said simply, her heart absolutely on fire for this man.

Eddie smiled, looking like the child he was at heart as he crept back inside the room to plant an innocent kiss on her lips, but that wasn’t what Y/n had in mind. He pecked her lips once, her hands flying up to his neck to keep him close as she kissed him again, smiling when she felt his lips do the same. She kisses him again, deepening it this time and lightly sucking on his bottom lip. Eddie groaned and pulled away, “You are evil.” He mumbled against her. “Absolutely despicable.” He finished as he pulled away. His cheeks were warm with a blush, his morning wood on prominent display in his boxers now.

Eddie looked down and placed his hands on his hips. “Look what you did!” He scolded lightly. “I’m gonna go think about roadkill, and you, missy, are gonna stay in here until you can act right.” He shook his finger at her as he went to leave the room, but that wasn’t enough to Y/n.

She sat up on her knees and pouted playfully. “‘M sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. You’re just—ugh!” She groaned, “you make me wanna jump your bones every time you do something like this.” She shrugged.

Eddie chuckled, “Like what?” He shook his head.

Y/n rolled her eyes and instead of answering, lifted her shirt up to flash her tits at him. The gesture knocking Eddie backwards and clipping his shoulder on the doorframe as he cried out, “Holy shit—fu—I mean shit! Crap—dammit!” He struggled with his family friendly words as he made his way down the hall, the image of her smirk and immaculate rack burned into his eyes forever and ever… to be used at a later time.

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Another Sunday together, the day was warm, a breeze chilly enough to call for a jacket, but the perfect weather to fly a kite. Eddie and Y/n stopped into Melvaldt's, grabbing a few snacks for their little trip to the park, when Danny spotted a kite kit. The plastic spaceship made the boy's eyes shine, his whole face lighting up in excitement.

“Can we have it? Please, please, please?” The boy pleaded,

Y/n sighed and looked over the cart, picking which boxes to put back to fit the budget. She picked through the snacks she’d chosen with Eddie, picking up her favorite brand of cookies to put back when a ringed hand stopped her. “I got it, let me buy the kite, babe.”

Her eyes soften when she looks up at him, “Really?”

He nods, “Of course! I’m getting one too.” He smiled and dropped two kites in the cart.

And now, a couple hours later, she’s sitting on a blanket in the grass, a couple grocery bags of snacks and the wadded up plastic from the kite kits. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she watched Eddie and Danny in the distance, their curls bouncing with every stride as Eddie held onto the string, catching a breeze while Danny eagerly clutched the handle.

There were plenty of families at the park today, moms and dads with the same plan—load the kids in the car, pack a lunch and spend the afternoon enjoying the weather. Though Y/n couldn’t help but notice the wide berth everyone seemed to leave Eddie and Danny as they played, as if there was a dome around them that extended at least 5 feet.

She munched on some chips and watched the pastel people, their glances darting from Eddie and Danny to her and shamefully looking away when they met her hard stare. She’d grown accustomed to the looks they received when out and about, the three of them together. The way the community viewed Eddie made her skin crawl and her heart pound in her chest. How dare they?

They may have thought Eddie was a smudge, staining their town, but to Y/n he was striking crimson against the mundane background everyone else blended into. She was proud to see him in his beauty, in his loud and passionate nature.

As she was giving a bitch with a headband her best ‘go to hell’ look, a familiar, ear piercing screech sounded from across the field, Y/n’s eyes found Danny immediately, his arms reaching up towards the sky as his kite flew away. Without another thought, she takes off running towards the boy before he can get farther away. Eddie turns to Danny and points him in the direction of his mom, and as the boy runs towards Y/n, Eddie sprints in the direction of the kite.

Y/n reaches Danny and swings him up onto her hip, “What happened, buddy??”

“My kite string broke!” He held up his handle with a wobbly pout. “Yeti said he’s gonna get it back.”

Y/n smiles at her son before looking around for Eddie, spotting his dark figure in the distance, across the street climbing a tree in someone’s front yard.

“Oh, god.” She giggles and steps up to the curb, a tall slender woman comes storming out of her house to yap at the man dangling from one of her highest limbs.

“Eddie Munson! I thought I told you to stay outta my trees a long time ago!”

“Sorry, Mrs. Willick! I’ll be out in a sec, I swear, I just gotta—“ he grunts, reaching out for the plastic wing of the kite.

“You’re gonna bend my branches!” She crooned.

“—your branches are gonna snag my boy's kite!” He called back just as he gripped the wing of it and carefully descended the trunk of the tree, slipping at the last couple steps and falling on his ass.

He springs back up, checking that the orange tinsel tail is still intact, and smiles when he sees Y/n and Danny standing and waiting for him.

“Yay!!!” Danny bounced eagerly in his moms arms as Eddie crossed the street in long strides to hand it back to him.

“This better be the last time!” The woman warned, her voice less harsh as she observed the boy she once knew to steal her apples and TP her trees every Halloween, tying a small child’s kite string back together. She observed him and the woman he stood with and kept her smile hidden before going back inside.

“Thank you, Yeti.” Danny smiled and kicks his legs in a way that tells his mom he wants down to walk with them.

As they wander back to their spot, Y/n spots a child with Eddie’s kite and smiles before nudging him, “Finders keepers.”

He follows her line of sight and sags with false disappointment, “Gosh darn it—kids these days.” He jokes as he flops onto the blanket.

“Stay close, Danny, right here with us.” Y/n instructs and points to the grass in front of their space. Danny backs up and lets his kite fly higher, his tongue between his lips like Eddie could often be found doing. Y/n smiles with pride, watching her baby boy do it by himself.

A warm breeze brushed across her neck before Eddie rubbed her shoulder, and she realized he’d called her son ‘his boy’ and it didn’t even phase her.

She met his eye and smiled at him before she heard yet another screeching voice, this one unfamiliar. “You put that back over there where you found it!” The woman from earlier hissed at her child, the one that found Eddie’s kite.

The blonde boy walked over to Eddie with a quivering lip and tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry.” He whimpered. Eddie’s eyes went big and he stood up to address the woman.

“He can totally have it, I wasn’t using it anymore!” He assured, though the woman looked him over with disgust.

“We don’t know where it’s been. C’mon, Tucker, we’ll get you your own kite.” She takes the boy's hand as he drops the kite on the ground and drags him away.

“I know that boy!” Danny chirped as he sat down with his kite still flying high. “He’s in my class!”

Y/n was ready to march over to the woman and confront her, until Eddie slumped. A heavy sigh moved through him as he shook his head, messing with his fingers and letting his shoulders tense. Y/n scoots closer and lays her head on his shoulder. “I can’t believe I saw you climb a tree. And so fast!”

She feels his shoulder bounce with a chuckle and his arm wraps around her as he relaxes. “Yeah, Mrs. Willick hasn’t ever spoken to me so kindly before.” He chuckled at the memories, “She might be in there calling my uncle as we speak.”

Y/n snorted and shook her head. “Tellin him all about the trouble his boy’s causing, huh?” She asked with another nudge.

Eddie’s eyes found hers, fearful before melting into tenderness when he saw the pointed look on her face. “You heard that?” He chuckled and blushed. “I didn’t mean—“

“You didn’t?” She asks, looking at the grass in front of them, Danny, now standing in his red high tops and frayed shorts as the kite flew and danced in the wind.

Eddie sighs and bites his lip, looking down at his hands before back up at her, “He’s my best friend.” He shrugs with a small smile.

Y/n smiles back at him and nods, “You’re his best friend too.” Eddie mirrors her and looks back at Danny.

“I don’t—“ he sighs, that tension coming back into his face before he shakes his head and stops himself.

Y/n turns to him more, “What?”

“Nothing! Just, I don’t want there to ever be a time I’m not his best friend.” He shrugs it off convincingly. Y/n nods, though still keeps her suspicion. Something was eating at him— maybe just nibbling right now, but nevertheless, something was bothering him.

“He couldn’t find a better friend than you, honey.” She mumbles and places her hand over his, her heart strings tugging when his fingers laced through hers and gave her a squeeze.

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Another Sunday morning started earlier than usual due to a phone call. Eddie sat up before Y/n was able to rouse herself and offered to grab it.

“Hel—Ahem—Hello?” He said through his morning rasp.

“Hi! This is Cindy, from the grill. Is Y/n in?” She asked.

Eddie’s eyes shot wide open at the mention of Y/n’s boss, was she supposed to go in today??

“Uh, yeah! One sec, she’s-shes getting ready!” He said before covering the mouthpiece and running across the house with the cord stretched. He slows down when he reaches there hallway and tip toes past Danny’s door before reaching Y/n’s.

“Babe!” He whispers and opens the door carefully, wincing at the squeak. “Baby, it’s your boss, she’s on the phone!” He whispers again as he tries to move closer and is jerked back by the taught cord.

Y/n bolts upright and wipes her eyes, “Am I supposed to come in?”

“I dunno! I said you were getting ready, take it!” He whispers and holds the phone out.

Y/n crawls off the bed and clears her throat before answering. “Cindy? Hi!” She looks to Eddie in relief, “I’m doing alright, do you need me there today?” She asks before meeting Eddie’s eye again and deflating. “Oh. Okay. Yeah! I understand. No worries, I get it! Yeah, I’ll check the mail. Thanks. Bye.” She stands there for a moment before she finally hands the phone to Eddie.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Uh. Well. She just… kinda let me go.” She shrugs numbly.

“What?? Why?! You’re a great waitress!”

“Because I can only work certain nights, they got other people that can work full time.” She shrugs. “I dunno how I’m—“ she shakes her head. Daycare alone was nearing $300 a week, now. “It doesn’t matter.” She sighs and makes her way to the newspaper on the tv stand.

“What— Can you.. clue me in a bit, babe? I mean…” he smiles and shrugs, “I can help, you know.” He hints.

“Eddie…” she shakes her head at herself.

“What? What’s so wrong with me helping you?”

“Because you help me all the time. Like way more than a boyfriend should.”

“Oh. Is that—“ he freezes for a moment before his thoughts compute and he swallows, “Is that all I am?”

“Yeah, Eddie, you’re my boyfriend, aren’t you?” She asks, her tone a little pinched with nerves as she searches for the help wanted ads.

“I have been here every day since—“ he shakes his head, “I just thought it’d be fair. For me to pay my part. Right? I mean, I do my laundry here part of the time, I sleep here, I eat, I shower— c’mon that’s gotta be like $100 right there! Not to mention all your fancy soap and lotion I use!” He reasoned.

Y/n sighs, “I don’t need your money! You’re a guest in my house!” She insists. “I just need to find another job. Shouldn’t be super hard, right?” She turns the page.

Eddie nods, gritting his teeth as he tries to understand. “Okay. Well. Since I’m a guest, I guess I should go before I wear out my welcome.” He says calmly as he picks up his pants and pulls them on.

Y/n turns to him abruptly, “What? No!” She steps in front of the door before he can reach it, fingers curling around the doorway, “You can’t leave, you’re mad—“

“—C’mon, Y/n, let me through.” He said looking past her.

“No!” Her chest tenses, her hands almost numb as they trembled. “You’re m—you can’t—“

“—I have to go, okay? I’m supposed to help Wayne today, remember? You need to let me go.” He said softly through his clenched jaw.

She stares at him in disbelief, her brain moving so fast she can’t think straight. All she can think of is that day with Adam almost four years ago. She felt like she was back at the apartment they had together, standing in that doorway begging him to stay. Tears poured down her face as Adam readied himself for a drive and collected his belongings with his lip between his teeth and a thousand yard stare.

In her present stone faced daze, Eddie gently moves her by her shoulders and walks out the door.

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Y/n couldn’t get rid of the sick feeling that settled in her stomach like a knot that churned, turning over and over again. Her teeth hadn’t stopped tingling and her tears hadn’t ceased since they started the moment she hung up with Ginger, who was surprised Y/n called but still happy to extend her nephews stay.

She laid, crumpled over on the couch, the newspaper open on the coffee table to the wanted ads that contained jobs she didn’t want or wasn’t qualified for. So instead, she laid here and watched daytime television until she could find the will to do something else.

It wasn’t until early evening that she woke up to the lights and tv off. Everything sounded eerily still, even the weird sound the fridge always made was—

“Oh, fuck.” She hissed at herself before she jumped up from the sofa and raced to the kitchen, fumbling for the first light switch she came upon, and no matter how many times she flipped it, no matter the room, the power was off.

She glanced at the fridge to find her stack of utility bills stuck to the door. Crossing the room in two quick steps, she ripped the stack out from under the magnet and let the other pages fall to the floor, except the power bill in her hand.

“Due: Sunday, the 17th— are you fucking kidd—you’re gonna shut my shit off today?!” She yelled at the paper.

She resisted the urge to crumple it up and found a familiar lump rising in her throat as her chest began heaving with torn, panicked breaths.

‘You are so stupid’

‘You always mail the check, why didn’t you mail the check?’

‘Cause your head is too far up Eddie’s—‘

She clenched her eyes shut and let a couple tears fall before she took another deep shuddering breath and walked to the fridge. As she peered inside, she noted she should throw out the perishables, but then she eyed the liquor in the freezer up top and pursed her lips.

A bottle of Jose Cuervo sat next to his bffs; Malibu and Jack Daniels, with promises of a warm buzz that boosted her optimism in desperate times of need. And right when she desperately needed her spirits lifted.

She reached for the rum and twisted the top, hesitating only long enough to remember if she locked the doors, before tipping the bottle back and inviting the warm and spicy river to fill her.

She drank until she no longer cared about bills, or her job, or her fight with Eddie or that last night with Adam. She drank until it all muddled together—problems? What problems?

Bills? What bills?

Eddie? Adam? Who?

By the time night shrouded her windows in black, she’d finished the Malibu and moved onto the half bottle of Jack. She couldn’t remember at this point if she’d been drinking water like she meant to, but she did remember that there were enough candles to provide some light for the remainder of the evening.

Her body was heavy as she moved through the house like molasses, her eye on the hall cabinet where the tapered candles lived. She braced herself against the wall as the world began turning on her, fumbling at the handle that seemed to be farther away than it actually was.

When she piled the candles into her arms, ignoring the stray columns of wax that tumbled out onto the floor (I’ll totally get them later), she caught a glimpse of the leather bound book shoved away at the back of the cabinet.

The same book she sat with aunt ginger and made while she was pregnant with Danny, preparing to start his baby book and deciding to start with her own. They chose every picture together; her and Adam.

She sighed and shut the door, stumbling over her feet as she turned and walked to the living room. “No more, bitch. Ya done.” She mumbled to herself before she clipped her shoulder on the doorframe.

She lined them all up on the coffee table, clumsily pushing the bits and bobs Eddie always strung out across her tables and countertops—coins, wrappers, stray keys from work, maybe a couple enamel pins that had fallen off his vest— everything as far back as she could, along with the thoughts of him and his whereabouts.

She groaned as thoughts of him flooded her mind and she trembled with agony before striking her fist on the table twice. The sting hummed through her knuckles in an odd comforting way, enough to keep her grounded in her present task; light the fucking candles.

She let loose a shuddered sigh in lieu of a sob and grabbed up her bic lighter. With eyes wide open—willing it to help her eyesight— each wick crackled to life. Her room was cast in a flickering golden glow. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was Danny’s absence or her first day truly alone since having him, but time seemed to be stopped around her.

The weight on her chest was heavy, literally. She looked down and saw her locket, the attention it demanded might as well have been tugging on the chain. She clicked it open and saw their smiling faces, so similar and strikingly beautiful—and cried.

He was always beautiful, from the moment she saw him. His hair had always been long and shiny, his eyes were bright, despite their darkness, and his smile was sharp and wide. The funniest boy in class. The fastest runner on the playground. Adam Buckley was her first love, through and through.

They went together like peanut butter and jelly, matching scraped knees and cherry stained lips from the abundance of popsicles they shared throughout their long summer days at the creek with the other neighborhood kids. He had an affinity for lizards and garden snakes, finding the weird and gross the most interesting.

And despite how terrified she had been of the creatures that captured his attention, she listened to him ramble about them until she was brave enough to hold a newt. She’d been assisting him in his explorations for weeks, none of the other kids wanting to humor him in his curiosities except for her.

His little round chocolate chip eyes widened in delight, “Really?? Ya sure?”

When he’d handed the little lizard over, she squealed but stayed still, letting him wriggle up her wrist as Adam giggled in delight, “He likes you!” The newt paused, circling her arm like a bracelet before settling in her palm. Adam gently ran his finger over the scaly back and smiled at her, the closest they’d ever been at the time.

From there it was tree climbing and fishing, games of cops and robbers or detectives filling their days. Their skin grew darker and freckled the more time they spent together under the sun, eager to start back at school side by side.

Until she moved.

The heartbreak of leaving him in Indiana broke her little 8 year old heart. The fear of him forgetting all about her swallowed her up completely. The thought of the boy she loved so deeply, the boy that saw her so wholly, not thinking about her the way she did him—she couldn’t handle it.

But apparently, neither could he. She hadn’t expected the tears to streak his cheeks at the news of her family’s departure, but the sight both pained her and gave her relief.

He’d made her promise to write to him, to call him, whenever she could. That she’d come to his birthday party at his Aunt Ginger’s house that winter. With her pinky wrapped around his, matching tear tracks staining their cheeks, and hopeful smiles on their lips, she promised him all of it.

He’d pulled her into a tight hug, his bushy curls hanging over his ears and eyes tickled at her neck. “I’m gonna miss you so much.” he whispered.

“I’ll write to you so much you can’t.”

When she presently found herself in front of the cabinet door again, she sighed and wiped her face before yanking the door open and reaching inside. Most people’s childhood album isn’t entwined with the memory of their deceased love on every page, but hers was. Even on the front, peeking through a window was a picture of them their freshman year, really their first picture as boyfriend and girlfriend.

She sniffled a laugh at his braces and her own acne, the sparse whiskers that sprinkled Adam’s chin and her frizzy baby hairs around her face. They were both blushing, smooshed close in a booth after school at the gas station with their friends when her old friend Heather Barlow snapped the picture.

She flipped it open to find a picture of herself at age 3, the same as Danny. Little her was sitting on a crate with a furrowed brow and a frown—her timeout chair. There were other pictures taken at the places they’d visited, the trailer parks they stayed at, group shots of the neighborhood kids she played with. Another was her and her cousin dressed up in their mother’s clothes, gloves and jewelry too big for their little frames.

“Here we go," she sighed, finding where their pictures began.

And there they were, pictured with a jar of murky pond water, tadpoles inside. They held it between them, triumphant smiles on their faces. Her front corner tooth was missing and he sported flushed pink cheeks from the hot sunny day and a scrunchy he borrowed from Y/n to keep his hair off his neck.

She ended up sat on the floor against the couch, silent tears churning out of the corners of her eyes as she flipped through the years. She saw a picture of her mother, perched by the window of the camper, a pen and paper pad in hand as she gazed out of the glass.

She wondered how tired she’d been, practically doing it all on her own as her father pursued his dreams of travel—making them live off next to nothing and never staying anywhere too long. When they came back to Indiana, just the two of them, things were different—heavier, in the way that her mother left her without much guidance, taking her opportunity to explore her own freedom, before becoming fully estranged.

She sighed and turned the page, leaving behind her only two pictures of mom and pop without another tear shed. Instead, she cackled at Adam’s 7th grade picture, his shirt one size too small and his hair messed up from playing kickball at recess before the pictures were taken.

She found the only remaining evidence of the makeovers her and Robin would convince him into receiving at their hands, making him ‘over the top, show stoppingly gorgeous’ as he’d requested.

And then there was the pregnancy section. She reached out for the bottle of Jack and took a hefty gulp before turning the page.

There was Danny’s first picture as a little bean in the womb, along with a photo of Y/n and Adam outside of their first doctor's appointment, his arm slung around her with a gaping smile on his speaking lips. Y/n was mid giggle, her face flushed with anxiety and giddiness.

Another sip.

The next was one he’d taken when her bump was starting to round out, nearing that halfway mark, a book propped on it as she read comfortably. She snickered at the sight, remembering how handy the bump had been for bowls of cereal or takeout boxes, basically a table for anything she desired.

A couple times she’d wake up to Adam stacking crackers or cheerios until she’d inevitably move or wake up.

Two glugs sounded as she tipped the bottle back. She almost wretched at the taste, still refusing a chaser.

And then there was the picture of their first apartment, a snapshot taken on a Polaroid from their front door, her body a blurry frame in the kitchen as she cooked their first meal of soup and sandwiches, her bump big and round and heavy.

She sniffled and took a sip, the world a little bleary at the edges.

Another picture was their first night in their own bed. They’d taken great delight in picking out their sheets and blankets, excited to decorate their space—sharing a bed being something they’d romanticized over the previous couple of years. They laid on their backs, Adam holding the camera out as she snuggled into his side, the striped blankets pulled up over her nose as he smiled widely.

She missed the way his pillow smelled, the way his essence followed him and lingered when he wasn’t around. He was always so clean, woodsy and sweet. It was home. It had been for a long time.

Ever since their first embrace after being apart for a few years in their childhood, since he started wearing cologne and no longer smelled like a little boy playing in the summer sun.

The memory of his scent faded into something just as comforting, rich leather and citrus, muddled together with a hint of jasmine and smoke—the new home she’d settled into.

She choked out a sob and gripped the cover in her fingers until she feared she might scar the leather with her nails, dropping it against the table top with a thud as she clenched the roots of her hair and held her breath to stop the tears.

‘Where is he?’ She wondered, ‘surely he’d be back by now..’ her heart thumped and throbbed in her chest.

‘Maybe he’s sleeping at his house tonight,’ she rationalized, ‘what if he still doesn’t come back?’

The sobs wouldn’t stop, the sharp gasping breaths practically ripping open the seams of her chest she spent years trying to stitch back together. In this moment she wished more than anything to not be alone, for Danny to be home to snuggle and distract her from the pain like he had for the last three years.

Her wail began as a guttural moan before she opened her mouth and cried out into the empty house and dissolved into pathetic blubbering sobs.

She was racked with questions; why? Why did Eddie leave? Why did Adam get behind the wheel? Where was he going? Will he come back? Would he have come back? She’d never seen Adam so hurt. Looking at her like he didn’t know her at all,

“Why didn’t I just say yes?” She whispered to herself through her hands. Just then, the front door rattled as keys slid into the lock and clicked it open.

He sighs tiredly as he slips off his shoes and hangs up his jacket, the jingle and clack of his keys and pocket change hitting the entry table echoing through the house.

Y/n busied herself with fixing her face and rubbing her eyes to maybe regain some sobriety.

He jumped a little when he came into the room and saw her illuminated by only candlelight, “Hi,” he breathed in relief, his gaze on the candles and bottles before taking in her position on the floor in front of the table, her eyes puffy and cast low and nose pink and runny. His face had guilt written on it before he could notice her state and quickly fell into concern as he crossed the room.

“Hey, what’re you—come here.” He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her, sighing in relief when he felt her bury her face in his neck and hug him back. “What are you doin, Angel? These bottles have a hole in ‘em or somethin?” He reached out to pick them up, sloshing them around and finding the rum empty with maybe a finger’s worth of whiskey left in the Jack.

Y/n shook her head, still hiding in his neck. The tension that weighed her down like a pack mule dissipated at the mere stroke of his hand down her hair as he nodded, “And Danny? Is he asleep?” He asked.

“S’at Gingers still, so prob’ly.” She sighed against him.

Eddie sighed before nodding, “I’m sorry.”

“No, Eddie, I’m sorry, shouldn’t have pushed you away for jus wanting to help, I’m jus—“ she sighed as she pulled back to look at him. “—I jus haven’t been able to count on anyone like that in a long time, and—“

“—I know, honey.” He cooed, stroking her cheek. “I’m sorry for overstepping.” He said after a second.

Y/n shook her head insistently, “No! No you didn’t, not a bit.” She slurred and focused on a curl that rested on his shoulder, knowing if she looked at him in his big brown eyes that she’d burst into tears all over again.

Eddie appraised her, noticing the smell that poured out of her mouth, her words running together every once in a while due to the drinks she’d been nursing all evening in his absence. “How drunk are you right now?” He asked skeptically.

“Only like half.” She shrugged with heavy eyes.

Eddie chuckled with a hand on her cheek “Mhm… so pretty drunk.” He tsked and looked around, “Drunk in a blackout? Blackout drunk?” He questioned.

“S’not a blackout, I didn’t pay the—they shut me off a week early.” She groaned.

Eddie chuckled and kissed her head, “No, baby, the lights went out at the shop, too. I-I tried to get here as fast as I could, but I had to get everything put up—Y’know those car lifts can’t come dow—“

“—So it’s gonna come back on?” She asked like a hopeful child.

Eddie nodded, “Yeah, it’ll get fixed soon, you’ll see.” He assured as he lifted the Jack and gulped the last bit down before sitting it back on the table and glancing at the now closed scrapbook.

He saw her and Adam on the front, much younger and smilier than he’d ever seen her before. She was still green and new, the innocence still dancing behind her eyes. Eddie smiled and slid it closer, using his finger to trace the edge before he looked back at Y/n.

“How old were you here?” He asked, getting comfortable.

She sniffled and cleared her throat, “Uh, I was-I was 15.” She nodded as Eddie looked back down at it with a smile.

“You’re adorable.” He snickered and she pushed him playfully with a glowering blush. “Shut up.” She muttered before opening the book to the first page of her childhood.

“Look familiar?” She asked as Eddie cackled at the pout on the three year old Y/n’s lips.

“Oh, you bet it does.” He said through his laughter, “Every time you have to get onto Danny he looks over at me like this—“ he points at her face again, “—like I dunno how you ever tell him no!”

Y/n chuckled, “It’s the puppy dog eyes for me, I can’t ever look him in the eyes when I’m trying to discipline him cause then it—“ she stopped before turning the page again and again, bypassing the rest of her childhood to find the page her and Adam shared, toothless and freckled.

“Holy shit.” Eddie breathed at the resemblance to Danny on Adam’s little face.

“I fell in love with him on the playground, y’know?” She chuckled and Eddie smiled at her admission.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. He had the longest hair out of all the boys in class. I always loved long hair, on everyone, but especially him.” She shook her head, “and he could run really fast. So, impressive, right? 1st grade and all.”

Eddie chuckled this time and examined the photos closer. “He loved you too huh?”

She scoffs with a smile, “Duh.” Eddie meets her eyes and shakes his head at her. “I mean in the 1st grade.”

“Yeah.” She nodded again. “He did. I didn’t think so at the time, just kinda thought he was nice to me cause no one else really was. But now I know.” She shrugged.

Eddie scooted closer and wrapped an arm around her as he turned the page, “I wanna know more.” He said quietly.

Y/n sighed and nodded, “I’ve been meaning to, I just get— I mean it’s hard. But I wanna share with you, I really do—it’s just so hard.” She said again, a sharp inhale rose in her chest, her eyes already shining.

“I know, baby,” he whispered, leaning his head against hers. “Thank you for showing me this.”

She nodded again and a moment stretched between them before she turned the page again. “This is when it really begins, I’d say. For me and him.”

“I’d just moved back. And when I left in 2nd grade, we were thick as thieves. So we wrote and called when we could. He wrote his phone number on my hand, and when it wore off I’d write it again,” she giggled, “I called him at a couple rest stops on our first trip—the one to Montana. And when I settled we mostly just exchanged letters every week, but when middle school hit, we met up in the summer, visiting family and all, and…” she lost herself in the memory for a second, “He just wrapped me in the biggest hug. And I knew he still felt it.” She giggled again before turning her head and nudging his shoulder with hers, “We kissed for the first time that summer.” She pointed at a picture of the two of them sharing a swing, looking slightly younger than they did on the cover.

Eddie’s lips quirked up in a smile, an unexpected one at that. He’d spent so much time worrying about hearing how great Adam was, worried he wouldn’t measure up, worried he wouldn’t be able to compete with their history or reach her through her grief. But hearing her reminisce on their love made his heart smile, so his mouth did too.

“Was it your first ever?” He nudged her with a teasing grin.

She blushed again and rolled her eyes before nodding, “Yeah, it was.” She giggled and looked upon their smiling faces smooshed together. “We, uh, it was our last day together before I had to go back west, and he was starting back at school, for 7th grade. He told me I’d gotten too pretty and that he was afraid a boy would ‘take my first kiss and do it wrong”

Eddie chuckled at the thought, Adam was a clever guy.

“So, I asked if he thought he’d do it right, and he said yes right before crashing into me, no warning— it was awful.” She laughed heartily, “I mean little me was absolutely quaking, it was magic, but that boy had no idea what he was doing for a minute.”

Eddie laughed with her as she turned a page, finding a photo of her large bump under a velvet dress, Adam standing behind her with hands around her stomach and a proud smile on his face. “You were pregnant at prom?!” He gaped and smiled at her swollen curves, his tongue almost flopping out onto the floor.

Y/n threw her head back and laughed before she shook her head, “We didn’t go, but we went to dinner and danced at home. People were always staring.” She rolled her eyes.

“People will always stare because you’re beautiful.” Eddie uttered.

Y/n whipped around to face him, leaning away to look at him properly with questioning eyes and gaping lips poised to ask, “Wh—why did you say that?”

“What?” He asked, with an incredulous smile.

She shook her head and let the moment sink into deafening silence before she answered, “That’s what he said.”

Eddie was stunned, finding his grip on her and stroking her assuringly, “Well, he sounds like a really smart guy.”

She giggled and leaned in to rest her head on his shoulder. “You’re so much alike, I swear you’d be best friends.” She trailed off, conflicted and worried she’d said the wrong thing.

Eddie sighed and despite his wishes, his stomach sank at the comparison. “Yeah, well, I dunno how that would work out considering we both love the same woman, might’ve caused a spat or two.”

Y/n felt the blow land in her chest, sending a shockwave rattling through her whole body. “What?” She asked.

Eddie shook his head, almost disappointedly, “C’mon, Y/n. You’ve gotta know that. Surely at this point you know I love you.” He said, withdrawing his hand.

Y/n shook her head, “I mean, I thought you might, but I just— I dunno, Ed, I just thought maybe you’d get tired of playing house with us some—“

Eddie gripped her face in both of his hands, leaning in closer and speaking with seething adoration, “—I love you! I’ve known it was you since the first night. I love you, and-and I love Danny, too! And I don’t wanna leave you guys, okay? I’m not going to!” He paused, searching her eyes, “What will it take?” He whispered almost desperately.

Tears streamed down her face as they sat in the silence, only the sound of Eddie’s quivering breath audible between them. “I love you too.” She breathed. “We both do, Danny’s crazy about you.” She amended.

“Yeah?” He asked, his eyes brimming with tears.

“Mhm.” She held his wrist, leaning into his tender hold.

“You’re gonna keep me?” He whispered, leaning his forehead against hers.

“Yes.” She whispered, a couple more tears sliding down her cheeks. He nodded before pressing his lips to her tentatively, a couple of chaste kisses in succession before they turned lustful and hungry.

Before she knew it, the world was turning and she was beneath him on the floor. His hand slide back into her hair, playing with the roots. “I love you.” He mumbled.

“I love you.” She urged against him before he could even finish talking, chasing his kiss and opening her legs for his hips to settle against hers. Eddie groaned at the way her legs wrapped around him, how tight of a hold she kept on him as if he’d disappear.

“Fuuuuck, Eddie—“ she breathed as he moved to her neck, his stubble brushing against her soft skin with every movement. “—T-Take off your pants.” She half orders, half suggests.

Eddie shakes his head, “Uh-uh,” he mumbles in the crook of her neck, “No sex tonight.”

Y/n pushes on his shoulders to look at him, waiting for the laughter to sound along with the familiar click and chink of his belt loosening, but he only stared.

“Why?” She asked with a weak chuckle.

“Cause you’re drunk, and I’m not.” He mumbled.

“That’s a bullshit excuse.”

“How?”

“We’ve fucked drunk before.” She reasons.

“You’re drunk, I’m not.” He shrugs, “It’d feel—“

“Well let’s fix that!” She pops up, pulling him with her, “—you in the mood for tequila?” She asked sensuously, her eyes heavy and her smile cool and relaxed beneath her warm cheeks.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head as he followed her, “Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?” He asked as she poured. She slid a glass over to him and sipped deeply.

Eddie eyed the glass before curling his fingers around it and sighing. Y/n set her drink down and gazed at him in question. “‘S wrong?”

Through a sigh, he thought before taking a sip and speaking, “You really love me?” He asked.

She nodded, “Yeah, I do.”

He nodded back at her and breathed as he collected his thoughts, “Will you… tell me what happened? With Adam?”

She exhaled a long breath before taking another drink, finishing her small glass. “Yup.” She popped the P and settled onto a stool next to him.

“You sure?” He appraised her, her drunkenness still present based on how she slouched over on the counter, an easy smile on her lips and eyes heavy lidded. He decided to fix her some water.

“Mhm. S’now or never right?”

Eddie shrugged as he filled the glass, “Now… or later.” He smiled softly, setting the cold water in front of her and assuring her he could be patient.

Her eyes were glassy as they softened, Eddie’s tenderness being unexpected yet familiar. “Now’s okay.” Her hand found his on the countertop and gave it a squeeze before picking up the water and drinking. “M’ gonna have to pee after this, just so you know.” She mumbled and got comfortable in her seat.

“I was 8 months pregnant, 17 years old, and me and Adam were about to graduate,” she sighed and swallowed, finding the texture of the countertop more intriguing than Eddie’s eyes. “We’d just decided on names—Daniel for a boy, Layla for a girl—“ she smiled at the thought before it fell all too quickly, “We were really excited, and for a minute I wasn’t, Y’know, at the beginning.” She looked at her fingers almost shamefully, “But Adam assured me it’d all be fine, it’d work itself out. That we made a good team and that—“ her voice cracked and her breath trembled, “—that we’d always have each other so—“ she hiccuped and felt Eddie’s hand on her knee, “—so I was finally optimistic. We were making plans—it felt like forever, you know? Like we already had it, like it was already promised. And so the weekend before graduation, when he proposed—“ she said it out loud for the first time as the hot tears streamed down her face.

Eddie found his mouth gaping with a soft gasp, feeling useless watching the woman he loved break down in front of him.

“—when he proposed I was shocked— to my core! I-I was so rattled I could only stand there and look at him, and-and then when I finally opened my mouth all I could ask was why?” She scoffed in disbelief at herself before meeting his eyes. “Can you believe that?? How could I not say yes?!”

Eddie’s words caught in his throat as he stuttered out a response, “W—I-I dunno, wh-why didn’t you say yes?” He asked carefully, worried about pressing the wrong button.

She shook her head and shrugged, “I-I-I dunno! I mean, I was 17, and super pregnant! It was like walking around with a wedding ring already, you know? And I had every intention of marrying him, I just—I wanted to make it past high school! I didn’t want the rest of my life to change—I know, it’s dumb, now that I think about it, trust me, I know how awful it sounds—“ her voice pinched again with swelling emotion before Eddie cut her off.

“—hey! No, no, don’t say that—did he want you to… not go?” He shrugged as he dropped his voice.

She nodded, “He didn’t want me to work, either. I should say ‘have to work’ but I wanted to, and he wanted me to be able to take care of Danny and not have to pay for daycare while he worked—he made good points but it just wasn’t— ugh…” she groaned as the gears in her head wedged and stopped.

“… wasn’t what you wanted?”

Y/n sighed, closing her eyes as she nodded. “For the first time I didn’t agree with his plans.”

“And then?” Eddie pressed, bordering on concern.

“He said he had to leave.” Her voice broke before she sniffled again, hands tangled in her lap. “I- I was so upset, and confused, and I just wanted to talk, but Adam thought—“ she inhaled sharply and steadied herself before pouring herself another shot.

Eddie’s heart wrenched for her, wondering how many nights she bore this weight on her shoulders.

“Adam thought I didn’t love him anymore. Or that I hadn’t. I don’t know,” she shook her head, “But instead of listening, he wanted to clear his head and drive.”

Eddie's heart pounded in anticipation, knowing what came next.

“Next thing I know, I get a call in the middle of the night—the police telling me he’s been in an accident with a drunk driver, that he’s at the hospital but it was too late, he was...” She sobbed into her hands before Eddie lurched out of his seat and wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.

“Baby, I’m sorry— I’m so sorry.” He cooed and stroked her hair as she heaved and sobbed into his chest.

“He died thinking I didn’t love him anymore! And-and I didn’t even get to see him before—“ she shook her head, “—before they cremated him.”

Eddie stayed silent, though his affection was worth more than anything he could think of saying. “‘M so sorry, Y/n, I really am. I-If I pushed too much, I didn’t mean—“

“No, no.” She sniffled and wiped her face, “You deserve to know, I mean, you’re—“ she shook her head again as she struggled for words. Eddie reached out and wiped away the fresh tears as they fell.

Eddie watched wearily as she combed her mind for words that failed her. After a moment more he spoke up softly, “You don’t have to hurt alone, okay? Not anymore.”

More tears welled in her eyes as she nodded and wrapped her arms back around him for another embrace. “I got you. And you got me, I already know.” He smiled, settling his head atop hers. She chuckled softly and he felt her nod beneath his chin.

After a comfortable moment stretched between them, enjoying each others embrace and warmth, the lights flickered back on. Y/n looks up and around at the house, relief flooding her body.

“See? Blackout.” He smiled proudly.

She sighed deeply with a blooming smile on her lips, looking up at him fondly through the red lenses over her eyes, still tinted with her lingering grief and pain. But through it all, her softness remained. The softness Eddie had been digging for.

And it was so beautiful to see.

She’d always had a sexual prowess, a confident air about her that made him feel like a trembling virgin during their bedroom encounters. He used to envy the other men that had her before he did. But now he was assured that she hadn’t shared this part of herself before— not with many, anyway.

But to be one of the few was an honor.

“You know he knows you love him, right?” He whispered.

She looked up at him with a pinch in her brows, “How do you know?”

“Because, if he and I are as alike as you say we are—he was just confused, okay? Our… fight had me worried too. And I’m so sorry for scaring you, if I had known—“

“It’s okay, Eddie, you didn’t.” She assured almost tiredly. “I’m just… I’m so tired of carrying the regret. This overwhelming sense of… responsibility for what happened to him—I haven’t even told Ginger or Robin everything that happened because—” She hid her face as the tears came again. “I don’t wanna feel like this anymore…. then again… if I.. it feels like I’m letting him go.”

Eddie shook his head, “Hey, hey, no. Don’t do that to yourself.” He whispered, finding his palm on her cheek and fingers in her hair. “You showed him every day how much you love him. You know that? All the time you spent together, it wasn’t for nothing just because of one fight and a freak accident—look at me—“ he said firmly, and her eyes snapped up to meet his as the tears continued to stream down her face, “You didn’t tell him to leave,” she shook her head no in confirmation, “—you didn’t make him get in the car, and you damn sure didn’t hand the keys to the drunk driver.” He reasoned with her like a father calming a child.

Her eyes clenched closed and she loosened a ragged breath, her shoulders sagging with relief at his words she didn’t know she needed to hear. She leaned forward against his chest, submitting to his affection and love as her sobs subsided to sniffles and he swayed them soothingly like he’d seen her do with Danny dozens of times.

After a while, Eddie’s playing with the loose locks of her hair as he looks over at the table and candles. “What do you say we turn out the lights, get in bed, and look at more pictures? I wanna hear some better stories about the guy, I know you have a ton.” He smiled down at her adoringly.

Y/n wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands and smiled to herself before nodding in agreement. “I might have a couple.”

Eddie kissed her forehead before parting and turning off the lights throughout the house as Y/n blew out the candles and carefully collected them. She carted them to her room, as he smiled and followed after, scooping up the leather bound book as he went.

He found her pantsless and attempting to flick the lighter to life, her drunken fingers not making contact like they should due to the tingling numbness in her fingers. “Here, baby, let me.” He offers as he gently takes it and lights each wick with ease. “Go lay down, Jackie D, and prepare to tell me the best story you have.”

“Ooh! Drunk bedtime stories.” She gleamed, making for the bed and crawling up the end with excitement.

Eddie chuckled as her booty swayed side to side, her floral granny panties looking so fine stretched over her ass. He dropped his pants and stripped off his shirt, following after her. She pushed the covers back and patted the spot next to her, a divet in the space that belonged to him.

Instead of settling in his spot, he leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek. “I love you.” He whispered.

She sighed in content as he covered the both of them up and systematically fluffed the pillows before positioning them like a nest and propping his head up on his arm. “I love you too, Eddie Munson.” She said with a smile. He sent her a blushing grin before opening the book to the page they left off, then turned another.

“Whoa!” He laughed and pointed at the picture of Adam with his makeup masterfully done, while Y/n looked like hers was done by someone who put in good effort but lacked experience. Their hair was pinned up in rollers and sported smudged lipstick smiles.

Y/n joined in his laughter and blushed at the memory, “Oh god, well, Adam got high and I convinced him to let me do his makeup, and he wouldn’t let me unless I let him do mine so we did it at the same time—it was a mess.” She giggled and traced the edge of the picture, talking about the way he tried to use mascara on her eyebrows and lip liner on her eyelids.

As much as he was worried about how it would feel listening to her gush about him this way, expressing her raw, unadulterated love for a man who would be forever perfect, he felt his heart warm in admiration of her. Of how purely she loved. Of how well she was loved.

And because of her love for Adam, her love for Eddie was all the more special.

When he reached the last page, there was a picture of Y/n and Danny in the hospital. He looked over at her to find she had fallen asleep. Eddie continued to study the photo; a framed picture of Adam sat on the table next to them in front of a vase of flowers and a blue foil balloon. Y/n’s smile was tired and forced in the one shot she looked directly at the camera, but the next she looked down at Danny and the warmth was evident in her face as she adjusted his little hat.

Eddie glanced over at her, finding her mouth agape and a steady stream of drool flowing onto her pillow. He chuckled and brushed her baby hairs away from her face before closing the book and placing it on the table alongside the candles that were now extinguished.

He leans over to kiss her head and pull the blankets up, whispering “Goodnight, sweetheart.” Before settling next to her and finding purchase on her waist.

In her sleep she rolled over and wriggled back towards him, making him smile and squeeze her once for good measure before she spoke, her voice a rasp from the evening of tears and whiskey, “G’night, Adam. I love you.”

Eddie inhaled deeply before nuzzling his face into her neck and whispering, “I love you too, baby.”

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ashiemochi · 2 years

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admiring leon s. kennedy

EYES: Sharp cold azures that somehow still hold so much warmth and compassion, yet they look almost haunted with those tired eye bags of his. Nonetheless, a glint of sultriness makes them inescapable. As if piercing into your soul. His lashes are long, making them perfect for butterfly kisses.

LIPS: Soft pink on the side of rose, the corners seem to hold a permanent subtle smirk. When he speaks, you could pick up on a veryvery faint pout. Only if you squint but he might think you're coming onto him if you keep staring at his lips.

SKIN: Blessed and kissed by the sun, his skin Is a beautiful shade of tan. There are some cute moles scattered on his neck and about along with faintfaint freckles adorning his perfectly made nose and fading into his cheeks. A faded scar resides on his right cheekbone, similar to all the different sizes and shapes decorating his body. A particular one is a bullet wound where his left shoulder and chest meet.

FACIAL FEATURES: As if sculpted by a Greek God, Leon had sharp features that could catch anyone's attention with a glance. His stubble is kept clean and well-trimmed, nearly covering the subtle chin dimple he had. His brows are nearing the thick side but seem to be taken care of every other week.

HAIR: A 90's curtained chestnut hairstyle, it parts on the side and covers his eye and on most days, his ears. He also has a little mullet going on, making him seem like he was part of the cast for Grease. His hair is soft and if you walk by him, you will get a whiff of either lavender or cocoa butter.

PHYSIQUE: Leon is tall and buff yet lean. Anyone could tell he's well-built and trained as his shirt – specifically his jeans – don't serve him well but it adds to his charm. He's surprisingly light for his size. Leon's waist nears the slim side with his back and shoulders contrasting greatly by being broad. He never skips leg day and he's got endless stamina. His daily routine always starts with coffee and – depending on the weather – he either goes for a jog or works out at home.

STYLE: As if Leon couldn't look sexier, leather (jacket) is always a part of his day-to-day attire. His button-up shirts are never too flashy, ranging from cobalt blue to red wine to dark grey. Jeans are always a darker shade and his boots change from black to burnt oakwood brown.

Some days when he'd be going to work, he wears a suit; a simple blue blazer and pants with a white button-up shirt underneath (the first button was left untouched but on days he returns exhausted, a second and third would be unbuttoned) Though Leon seem uncomfortable with it as if annoyed, he still oozes with such high authority.

VOICE: owns the power to make babies Leon's voice is the epitome of honey whiskey. His choice of words is always on the teasing but respectful side. When he's tired, it drops an octave and becomes raspier. Leon's murmurs and whispers nearly sound like a siren trying to coax anyone to do whatever's on his mind.

When he laughs, it's a smile followed by a head tilting downward as if in disbelief as he shakes his head. Sometimes he snorts and turns the other way as if to hide his chuckles. When he laughslaughs, his head tips backwards slightly, teeth all for show and the crinkles form in the corner of his pretty eyes. He never covers his mouth when he laughs.

MISC: – Leon is always folding his arms or leaning his back against the wall as he's the laid-back kinda guy. When he feels threatened or something is up, his arms drop to his side and his shoulders square up, making him look broader. – Leon's hands are surprisingly on the soft side despite his training and missions, if not a bit calloused. – Leon's got a big dick. and he knows it.

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sophierequests · 1 year

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hey! congrats on 500 <33 could i get a 🌷 not the ghost for this james potter fic? or for this neil perry one?

i don't mind either way ahah :)

reading + reacting to other writers' fics // james potter and neil perry

thank you so much <333

you cannot make me choose between my two golden boys, i refuse. i wanted to read both, but the second link didn't work :( (maybe it's just my wifi acting up again, so don't worry. but i went to your profile and picked your last neil perry fic, and chose that, i hope that's okay <3

those summer nights - james potter

live reaction:

james is the prettiest boy send tweet

oh to spend a summer with prongs

now i want to know what niche records sirius listens to

is that a friends to lovers plot i see

oh no

lily, i love you

but oh no

maybe more pain than i expected

the day?? oh?

the most ruthless rejection hrfdjffjtf help

the nicknames i am going insane

phone calls <3

hanging up the phone now ljghdslhg

dorleneeeeeeeee yes yes yes

fjdddftdgk i am unwell

he's so sweet, i love him

screaming

my favourite lines:

james potter looks like springtime - eyes dark brown and frowning up at you. skin crinkling at the corner of his lips every time he opens his mouth to speak.

he’s the kind of boy who makes the august sun bearable.

the kind of boy people write songs about.

→ yes.

‘the day’ was the hypothetical moment in which lily was supposed to drop to her knees and confess her undying love to him. he kept talking about ‘the day’ as if his life depended on it. to you - despite your efforts - it felt a little like armaggedon.

on the last day of school, james had asked lily out. in hogsmeade over a pint of butterbeer. and it was the most ruthless rejection you’d ever had the misfortune to witness.

→ oh god

on a whim, you tell him that you love him before you hang up the phone.

→ crying

james potter, lost for words? a rare occasion.

→ helpppp

final review:

friends to lovers with james potter is literally the best trope, i loved it so much <333

god, i never felt young - neil perry

live reaction:

can i just say that the header picture is super pretty??

okay back to the fic

neil <333

he is the best boy

neil perry comfort is my lifeline

oh to hug him

winter depression

a mood

and he is down bad

i giggled

god i love him

he is baby girl actually

my favourite lines:

but neil is sunshine. neil is going to be alright.

-> our sunshine boy

neil perry - so beautiful he looks, at your eyeline, so infinite he feels when he's next to you.

-> that's just such a pretty line, i loved it

he is the sun, & with you, he is star struck.

-> crying

febuary is a precipice - jump off and then there is spring, soft and ready to launch into. but sometimes it's nice and safe and easy to stay on familiar ground.

-> mood

so he holds you for a while, easing you into the world.

-> hit 'em where it hurts

and he is down bad. such a pretty nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach, summer smile spreading up his face as he watches your reaction - your laughs and smirks at all his proudest stories, your wide eyes leaving him almost lost for words.

-> simp simp simp

he doesn't know what he'll do either, truth be told. that's something he's trying to figure out - secretly hoping he can spend enough evenings with you to last a lifetime.

-> i'm dhjldgsdhgsljh

final review:

this is just so soft dshldksaglsdh i loved it!! now i want to be comforted by neil perry ngl

→ to my event post!

#— the garden celebration #james potter x reader #neil perry x reader

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 2 years

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Accidentally In Love

Part Six

Summary: Dean and Y/n join Sam and his wife for lunch and things take a turn nobody expected.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (eventual)

Word Count: 2.1K+

Warnings: Language, discussion of masturbation, verbal altercation

Author’s Note: Thank you once again for your patience, life got a little crazy these past weeks and I didn’t have much mental ability to write. Here it is finally! I hope you enjoy, xoxo Alex

Catch up with the series masterlist and don’t forget to check out Alexandra’s Library for more works by yours truly!

After a week of clouds and rain, the sun had finally decided to make a reappearance in the midwestern sky. It was just in time for the lunch they had scheduled with Dean’s baby brother and his wife. Jess had picked a restaurant just a few blocks from Dean’s apartment and so Y/n met her friend there, opting to take advantage of the beautiful weather and walk the short way to their lunch.

Dean met her outside his complex’s lobby, the engineer’s sunglass unable to hide the way his skin crinkled as he smiled brightly at his friend. The two embraced on the sidewalk, the moment lasting longer today as she squeezed him tight in delight. There was much that happened since they had last seen each other in person and she was more than excited to discuss it with her friend. When she finally released her grip from around his waist, the pair headed down the street towards their destination, her arm securely wrapped around his.

“So, how did it go?” Y/n nudged her friend in the side as they walked, eager to get some information out of him. It had taken over a week to get Dean into the clinic, but his appointment had been just a few days ago and she wanted to hear everything.

“I hated every second of the experience,” he admitted, his face stoic as he kept his gaze forward.

“Well, you couldn’t have hated it that much if you gave them an adequate sample,” Y/n admonished as she bit back her giggles. The architect had gotten an email from the clinic that morning with his results and they had gotten everything they needed from him. Not that it was going to stop her from getting the man to dish on everything, even if it only earned her a blush from the Winchester.

“You are the worst,” Dean dropped her arm from him and stepped to the opposite side of the sidewalk.

“Oh come on, Winchester, you are gonna say that after I sent you your favorite.” Y/n chased after him, struggling to keep up with his long strides as he sped up.

“Yeah, thanks for that by the way.” Dean looked over his shoulder at her, his brows scrunched together as he glared at her.

“It was purely selfish. I needed to get something out of you.”

“Don’t say it like that,” he pleaded in all seriousness. His mind immediately went to the gutter, and honestly who could blame him. After all, they were discussing it. The only problem was, now he was picturing her helping with… well with that. And he couldn’t, no, shouldn’t, be picturing it.

“That was like the least vulgar way to say it,” Y/n countered, confused at his reaction to her playful jab.

“It’s the insinuation, Y/n.”

“Since when did you become such a prude. First, it’s the refusing to say masturbate, now this.” She grabbed his arm as he slowed down outside of the restaurant and turned him towards her. The architect tried to read what could possibly be bothering him but the sunglasses hid far too much from her. Anytime she needed to know what he was thinking, she never failed to figure it out just by looking into those green eyes, at now, they were protected from her detective abilities.

“You are acting as if I used to go around telling you every time I would do it,” Dean practically hissed, keeping his voice low from the other people who were gathered outside on the restaurant's patio. “Some things do remain private between friends.”

“That’s rich,” she scoffed at her friend. “Especially considering I know way more about your one-night stands than I ever cared to.”

“You are so full of it, you know that?”

“I’m full of it?” Y/n was taken aback at his accusation, the playful conversation having shifted quickly.

“You are always pushing me to tell you things,” Dean explained to her as if she didn’t remember the course of their friendship.

“I wanted you to tell me your feelings or deepest fears, Dean. Not about how good your last girlfriend was at giving head.” Y/n took a deep breath, her eyes shutting briefly before she waved off whatever it was this fight was truly about. Now wasn’t the time. “You know what, it doesn’t matter. I won’t ask you again. Happy?”

“Overjoyed.” Dean turned and pulled open the restaurant door, allowing her to enter the building first before he followed inside.

The place was moderately busy for a sit-down place in the middle of the week. Light jazz music played from the various speakers inside, muddling together with the idle conversation being had. Dean spotted his brother and sister-in-law as soon as they entered, the taller Winchester was easy to spot in any crowd, even when he was sitting down. He pointed them out to the hostess before following Y/n across the dining hall to join them at their table.

The young couple hugged their lunch partners before everyone took their seats. Y/n and Dean order their drinks and food from the waitress before they finally relaxed into the conversation.

“So, Dean I heard you had an eventful week,” Jess started. With pleasantries out of the way, she was ready to address the elephant in the room.

“I guess you could say that.” Dean shrugged off her insinuation.

“Dean is being modest,” the architect cut in with a wide grin. “He is doing me such a huge favor. I’m officially not allowed to ask him for anything ever again.”

“That's not true, Y/n,” Dean tried to wave her off.

“I mean since you are acting as if I scarred you for life, I’d say it is,” she razzed him.

“And you wonder why people call you dramatic.” Dean raised his brow at his friend.

“Me?!” She placed her hand on her chest at his insinuation. He was flipping the book on her and she couldn’t for the life of her understand what the hell was going on with her friend.

“Alright you two,” Sam interrupted before either could say anything else. “Reel it in.”

“So, it sounds like you did it then,” Jess continued to pry for information, much to her husband's dismay.

“Yup,” Dean popped the ‘p’ as he spoke, a tight smile on his face. He could feel the heat rising under his skin and he wanted nothing more than for this conversation to end.

“Yeah, he did great. I got the results this morning,” Y/n told them all, her giddiness returning just thinking about it.

“You did?” Dean whipped his head to his friend as he sat forward in his seat.

“Mmhmm,” she nodded. Dean raised his brow, urging her to continue. “Results were two hundred million sperm per milliliter, with 72% motility and 80% morphology.”

“Is that good?” Dean questioned for the whole table.

“It’s amazing… scary good actually, considering your dietary habits,” she frowned, thinking about his love for beer and bacon cheeseburgers. “You are truly a man’s man.”

“Damn right I am.” The engineer puffed out his chest, a smug smile plastered on his face. He earned an eye roll from the table before Y/n continued.

“So, I can pick up my hormones on Monday, oh, and I already have a lawyer writing up a contract for you,” she rattled off, Sam and Jess nearly forgotten in their conversation.

“Hormones?”

“They are used to stimulate ovulation to increase chances of fertilization after insemination,” Y/n explained to her friend.

“Insemination? With like a turkey baster,” Dean asked, his lip curled in disgust at the thought. He knew she would have to get it… in there somehow and maybe he had seen too many rom-coms with his friend but it was the first thing he thought of.

“Ew, no,” she laughed “The doc does it in the clinic. Speaking of, we should decide if you want to be there for that-”

“I’m sorry but do you two hear yourselves?” Sam interrupted the easy conversation that Dean and Y/n had been flying through. He was unable to keep quiet any longer as they plotted out what he considered the worst mistake they could ever make.

“I’m sorry, Sam I didn’t think this would bother you, we can change the subject.” All emotion had left her features, the younger Winchester’s sudden outburst taking her by surprise.

“It’s not the subject… well not exactly,” he tried to explain before just coming out and saying it. “I can’t believe you two are going through with this?”

“Why wouldn’t we?” Dean asked, even though he had a pretty good idea of where his brother was going with this, considering their past conversation.

“Because this is insane,” Sam scoffed as if it were obvious. In his eyes it was and he couldn’t understand how neither of them saw what was happening.

“Excuse me?” Dean tried again, the anger now rolling off of him as he saw the way his friend sat back in her seat at Sam’s outburst. The once chipper and excited woman had begun to slump into the chair, making herself small as Sam’s judgment sunk in.

“I can’t believe Y/n would ask this of you, let alone that you would agree to it,” Sam continued.

“How is that any of your business?”

“You two made it my business. Dean, you wanted my opinion, I’m just giving it to you.” The skin around Dean’s jaw twitched along with the muscle as he clenched his jaw. He was trying everything to keep his voice steady, not wanting to make a scene in public.

“I never asked your opinion, I just told you what she asked me. You gave me your opinion, unsolicited, like always,” Dean growled.

“Okay, guys, please-” Y/n spoke up, unable to sit back any longer and listen to the both of them fight about her.

“No, Y/n, he has no right to tell either of us how to live our lives.” Dean shot a glance her way, his expression softer as he spoke with her. The anger was quick to return as he once again looked at his brother. “Honestly Sammy, can’t you be supportive, just this once?”

“I’ve always supported you, both of you, but I can’t let you make this mistake.”

“Wow,” Dean scoffed, finally seeing this lunch for what it was. Sam didn’t want to catch up and hang out, it was an intervention. He rose from his chair without a second thought and headed for the door.

“Dean, wait,” Y/n called after her friend, following in his footsteps without saying goodbye to the couple at the table. Not that she thought they even deserved her acknowledgment.

“Dean stop,” she yelled after him once they both hit the sidewalk. The architect jogged after him and reached for his bicep as she closed the space between them. He halted his steps, allowing her to turn him back to face her. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for.” His features softened as he looked at her. The same hurt and anger residing in her features that he held at that moment overruled anything he felt for his brother.

“The last thing I want is to come between you and Sam. You guys are all each other has,” she told him, her words soft considering everything.

“That’s not true,” Dean shook his head, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “I have you, don’t I?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“What do you mean then?”

“I mean that you are off the hook,” Y/n told him, the power returning to her words as she looked up at him.

“What?” The engineer searched her face, looking for anything telling him she didn’t mean what she said.

“If this is going to come between the two of you, then I won’t- I can’t ask you to do it. There is plenty of good sperm out there. I will find someone.” Her gaze dropped to the cement under their feet and Dean knew she was just telling him what she thought he wanted to hear. That was the kind of person she was. Y/n always looked to make things easy for everyone else, even at the expense of her own happiness. Hell, it was probably half of what put them in this situation to begin with. He was done letting her sacrifice for others, especially him.

“Y/n-” he tried, but she continued over him.

“No, I won’t let you ruin your relationship with your brother.”

“This is Sam’s problem, not mine and certainly not yours.” Dean grabbed her shoulders, making her look back at him before he continued. “He has got to figure out whatever reservations he has. Let him deal with his issues. You and me, we are gonna have a baby.”

Her brow shot up at his words, the light behind her eyes hesitant as she examined his face. “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Without a doubt.”

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alohaemora · 1 year

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A ficlet about Angelina Johnson, the first side character in the Harry Potter series that captured my heart. ❤️ Written for the @harrypocter Discord server’s “Winter Sun” fest.

Read on AO3.

28 August 2025

The backyard of Angelina's childhood home sparkled with sunshine and chatter, delicious scents wafting through the air from the grill manned by George and Freddie. Angelina smiled into her glass of cider as she watched her seventeen-year-old daughter deliver the punchline of a joke that had her little cousins shrieking with laughter. In the dazzling late-summer sunlight, the golden wire in Roxy's braids glittered and gleamed.

"Can't believe she'll be eighteen in three months."

Angelina turned to see that her stepmother had joined her on the verandah. The kitchen door swung shut behind her, and Angelina heard the fond, familiar sounds of her younger sisters squabbling inside.

The years had been kind to Mama. She was as beautiful and regal as ever, her cheekbones sharp, dark hair immaculate. The only indications of her age were the little crinkles near the corners of her eyes.

Two years had passed since Angelina had lost her father and nearly twenty-five more since she'd lost her mother—but because of the fierce, interminable affection of the woman before her, she'd never gone a day without a parent's love.

Angelina swallowed the tightness in her throat, glancing from her stepmother back to her daughter. "Merlin, don't remind me. I feel ancient."

Mama grinned. "How d'you think I feel? Seems like just yesterday you were eighteen, obsessing over Quidditch, hair, and exams—in that order."

Angelina felt her smile melt into something softer as she watched Roxy flip her braids over her shoulder, gesturing animatedly.

"She didn't inherit my insecurities," Angelina told Mama quietly.

A warm, careworn finger stroked Angelina's cheek. "You did good, baby."

Angelina shook her head. "She got her father's confidence."

"And your brave heart." When Angelina met her stepmother's eyes, Mama smiled gently. "She might not have your insecurities, Angie, but she's probably got her own—and thanks to you, she won't be afraid to face them." Mama gazed across the garden at a giggling Roxanne. "Best thing we can do," she whispered. "Raising strong, compassionate, loved women who shoulder a smaller fraction of the generational trauma than we did."

A knot of warm, complicated emotion twisted in Angelina's heart. Tears stung her eyes, the heavy, meaningful silence enveloping her like a blanket.

It was broken moments later by a CRASH from behind the kitchen door, followed by the sound of splintering glass, loud squealing, and Jamaya's distinct, vociferous swearing.

Angelina blinked back her tears, smirking at the exasperated look on Mama's face.

"My fault for thinking those two could get anything done together," Mama muttered, drawing her wand. "Come on, Angie—or we'll be eating barbecue with no sides."

Chuckling, Angelina rose to her feet. As she followed her stepmother down the verandah, a ray of sunshine caught Mama's face. The years had been kind to Mama. Beautiful and regal as ever, cheekbones sharp, hair immaculate.

The only indications of her age were the little crinkles near the corners of her eyes—but in the dazzling late-summer sunlight, her dark skin shone with generations of love.

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What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Physical injuries, cursing

Summary: An argument gone out of hand. Y/N just wanted Katsuki to be home more. They’re married and yet she barely sees him throughout the week. When she finally speaks on her hurt feelings, she gets a reaction she definitely wasn’t expecting.

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

A/N:.....I cried while writing this.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

‘He’s gone already. Again. Like always.’

Y/N had awoken to another empty bed. Her husband’s side of the mattress remained cold and empty. This wasn’t anything new. It’s been like this for the past few months. She would wake up alone, eat breakfast alone, spend her day alone, eat dinner alone, and go back to sleep at the end of the day...alone.

It’s not that Katsuki is intentionally ignoring Y/N. He loves her with his everything, he truly does! But villains never rest and neither does he. He’s so preoccupied with hero work that when he does get a day off, his friends drag him away to a bar or game night. Y/N always ran through his head but she had always been so understanding. And besides, she knows how busy the life of a pro is. She used to be one so she gets it. Right?

Wrong. She doesn’t get it. Because even when she was a pro, her and Katsuki always found time for each other. And ever since said man made her quit, claiming he could take care of both of them easily and he would feel better knowing his beloved is safe at home, they’ve seen each other less and less. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Y/N was willing to quit her dream because she found a new dream in Katsuki. She always imagined that being his little housewife would give them more time together but the opposite of that came true. Now she sits in the big empty house with no company for hours on end.

Her sadness builds up every day. She misses her husband. She tries to be an understanding wife but at this point, it’s like he’s not even trying to make an effort to see her. It’s like he’s settled to just coming home to her sleeping form and waking up to her in the exact same state, leaving before he can witness her do anything else. He should understand her though, no? I mean, she had brought it up to him in a very casual way and so he never took it seriously, but she’s mentioned it before. He should have a pretty vivid image of how shes been feeling. Right?

After 6 months of loneliness and being ‘Katsuki-deprived,’ Y/N made her move to speak to her husband about her feelings. She already imagined the outcome. An argument due to Katsuki’s brash behavior and her ‘never back down’ attitude, sad times bringing in the silent treatment for the two of you up until the both of you give in and forgive each other due to the love you have. Finally ending in a compromise. Y/N released a heavy breath as she looked at the time.

1:36 a.m. Just a few more minutes until Katsuki’s home.

—

He was pissed. 3 large scale bank robberies, 10 villain-wannabe fights, an argument with his publicist about his ‘out of line attitude,’ and Deku replacing him on a random ass billboard. The last detail wouldn’t have mattered if it was anybody else but the fact that it was Deku had him riled up. He just wanted to go home to a quiet house with his beautiful wife and admire her gorgeous, slumbering state. However that was not what he was greeted with.

Katsuki grumbled as he unlocked the front door and walked in. He noticed the lights were still on and saw Y/N still awake, seated on the couch. On any other day, he’d be elated to see his wife was still up. They’d talk and cuddle and go to sleep together. If he was lucky, they’d both make love until the sun rose. But tonight, that wouldn’t be happening. He wanted a quiet house with his sleeping wife. Not..whatever was about to happen. He sighed as he dropped his bag at the front door and sloppily placed his keys in the glass bowl near the door.

“What’re you doing up dumbass?” He asked as he walked to the kitchen, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He needed a drink.

“I was waiting for you, Katsuki. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you said in a soft voice, hoping it would suppress his for sure incoming anger. Katsuki closed the fridge with a kick to the heavy door and chugged down a quarter of his drink.

“I’m not in the mood. Had a shitty day and I wanna sleep. Just go to bed.” He said sternly while trying to finish his beer as fast as he could.

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that hours ago? I wouldn’t have stayed up and waited for you if this wasn’t important. Please Katsuki, I really wanna talk.” Bakugou was beginning to grow annoyed. Why wouldn’t you just drop it already? He squeezed his bottle hard enough for it too crack before he spoke with a louder voice.

“Y/N! You’re not listening! I’m tired. I had a horrible day and I just want to sleep. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to stay up anymore, and I don’t want to listen to whatever bullshit you’re about to complain and bitch about like you always do!” He screamed. His words made your jaw drop.

“Not listening?! That’s all I do! All I do is listen to your every command so that you come home happy-“

“Well it looks like you failed today!” He said, cutting you off.

“Quit interrupting! And what was it that you said?! All I do is bitch and complain?! I’m trying to talk to you about something serious here Katsuki!” You pleaded, still hoping he would give in and listen. And he did...just not in the way you’d expect.

“Fine then! If this’ll get you to quit being an annoying ass waste of time, then speak! Talk! What the hell do you want?!” He asked, screaming at you, furious at all the dramatics you’ve brought up in one night.

His words kind of stung. ‘Annoying ass? Waste of time? Is this what he thinks I am?’ You grew silent at his insults and Katsuki seethed even more.

“Oh what? I scream at you and you bitch up? Toughen up Y/N, jeez. Quit acting like a baby! Tell me what you wanted to say!” He yelled.

“.......I just....I just wanted you to spend some time with me. .....Be home more.” You said in a quiet and broken voice. You looked down to the now very interesting floor as you played with your hands.

“Seriously? This shit again? I’m a pro-hero, Y/N! I’m busy! I’m not gonna drop saving lives just because your brat ass wants someone to notice you! Since when were you such an attention whore?” He asked while rolling his neck to relieve his strained muscles. Your eyes widen at the ground due to his words and your head snapped back up to face him.

“A-attention whore? I-...I just want my husband to stop working so much. I don’t know..maybe have a day off or two!” She said with a crinkled nose as you screamed.

“I do have days off, Moron. It’s why I’m not overworked, ever thought about that?!” He screamed back.

“And you spend those days off away from me! I’m not trying to act like the world revolves around me but I would hope my own husband would spend a day with me instead of his friends that he ALWAYS sees because you ALL WORK TOGETHER!” You argued. You made a valid point and even Katsuki knew that, but he was too stubborn to admit defeat. He was still tired but he had enough energy to put you back in your place. His eyes popped as a vein grew on his neck.

“Well- WELL YOU’RE ONCE AGAIN JUST BITCHING AND COMPLAINING LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’RE SO UPSET!” He screamed.

“Don’t understand?! You know what? I know you don’t because you never listen to-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, I WASNT DONE TALKING! ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND THE HOUSE, LAZING AROUND, DOING NOTHING BUT TRY TO ARGUE WITH-“

“LAZING AROUND?!” You shouted in disbelief. “WHO MAKES YOUR MEAL PREP THE NIGHT BEFORE SO YOU CAN ENJOY IT AT WORK AND IN THE MORNING? WHO CLEANS THE ENTIRE HOUSE EVERYDAY WHILE YOU’RE GONE? WHO MAKES SURE YOU HAVE A FULL FRIDGE, CLEAN HOUSE, GOOD FOOD, AND A HAPPY LIFE? ME KATSUKI! ME!”

“Happy life? DO I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU BITCH?! NEWSFLASH, IM NOT! SO CONGRATS Y/N! YOU FAILED ONCE AGAIN! AND WHO GIVES A FUCK IF YOU PLAY MAID WHILE IM AWAY?! IM BUSY SAVING THE FUCKING WORLD! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS BE A GOOD WIFE SINCE YOU CANT EVEN BE A FUCKING PRO ANYMORE!” He insulted again.

“because of FUCKING YOU!” You argued once more.

“I DID IT FOR YOU!” He said while throwing his bottle to the wall, causing it to shatter. “I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOUR UNGRATEFUL BITCH ASS! I PAY THE BILLS! I BRING HOME THE CASH! I GIVE YOU THE MONEY TO BUY ALL THE FUCKING FOOD, CLOTHES, AND ANY OTHER STUPID SHIT YOU WANT! AND ON TOP OF THAT, I STUFF YOUR STUPID CUNT TO PLEASURE YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS. AT THIS POINT, YOU’RE JUST A WALKING HOLE FOR ME TO USE!”

His words hurt. They broke your heart. Did he really feel this way? If so, why was he even with you anymore. You notice a smirk grow on his face at your bewildered state. He looked as if he just won something. However, the smirk dropped into a scowl once he saw your eyes begin to pool with tears.

“Oh great! Cry! Go ahead! Just shed your fucking tears like you always do! I’m going to bed! Come join me when you’re done being an annoying bitch.” He said and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began to walk away. You didn’t want the conversation to go this way and there was no conclusion. You needed this to be resolved now. You just wanted your husband back. You reached out to stop him from walking but the unforeseen happened.

“Katsuki..don’t walk away from thi-“

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” He said and smacked your arms away with a burning palm. Without realizing, Katsuki began to spark his quirk and so when he went in to push you away, he burned your forearm.

A loud blast and smoke filled the room and your screams of pain invaded his ears. The sound made a shocked face grow on him as he quickly turned to see the damaged he had caused. His heart sank as he saw you crying while holding your burnt arm with your other hand. You were slightly hunched over in pain as you took notice of the damage that had been caused. That he caused.

“Y/N!” Bakugou softly shouted as he ran to you. He wanted to help but before he could even lay a finger on you, you flinched. The action caused him to hesitate and hold himself back. He ran to the kitchen sink to get a cold rag and he brought it back to you. “Baby! I am so sor-“

You pushed him away and off of you as you quickly walked to your bedroom with a shadow casted over your eyes. Tears still flowed down your cheeks as sniffles could be heard from your cherry red nose. Katsuki couldn’t believe what he just did and ran to follow you.

“Y/N! Please listen! I didn’t mean it! I don’t know how that happened Teddy Bear but I swear I didn’t mean it! I swear I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said! I’m sor-“

*SLAM* *click!*

Katsuki realized he followed you out the kitchen, through the living room, up the stairs, and to the entrance of the master bedroom you both shared before you slammed the door and locked it right in his face.

“Baby! Please open the door!” He said while knocking in a very rushed manner. He wanted nothing more than to help you and treat the damage he caused to his beloved wife. He had royally fucked up. He began turning and jiggling the locked knob in an attempt to get it open but failed. “Please Y/N! I have to take care of you and that burn. I’m so sorry but please let me in!”

On the other side of the door, you pressed your back against it as you held in your sobs and slid to the bottom. You pulled both lips in to conceal your voice while you held your wrist to examine the burn on your arm. It was so bad. Your skin turned an angry shade of red as it blistered and bled. You were dripping blood all over your carpeted floor and so you ran to the master bathroom in the bed room.

You turned on the sink and placed your forearm under the cold, running water. The water soothed it a bit but it wasn’t enough to cover the pain. You turned off the sink and grabbed a hand rag as you patted down on your wound. You took out the first aid kit and cared for yourself. You had to take the alcohol to clean it and sucked in a breath before you poured the solution over the burn. You screamed as it seemed to have hurt 10x more. After dabbing cotton over it, you wrapped it in bandages and took a breath of relief.

‘What just happened?’ You thought to yourself.

The entire time, Katsuki was still begging for you to open up. He heard your scream and grew frantic. He banged on the door and cried for you, still hoping, praying, that you would let him in. When nothing happened, he resorted back to calling out for you but to no avail.

About an hour went by and it was almost 4 in the morning. You sat on the bed with your arms holding your knees to your chest. You stared at the wrap as the memories of what went down tonight flashed through your brain.

‘Waste of time...brat ass...attention whore...ungrateful...annoying bitch.’

His words struck you right in your heart. Cruel thoughts began to fill your head.

‘He doesn’t love me. He hates me. I’m worthless.’ Your thoughts would’ve continued until a quiet knock snapped you out of you mind.

“....Y/N?...Baby?” It was Katsuki of course, but a softer version of him. A broken one. “..I don’t know if you’re listening or if you’re awake..but I need you to know that I’m so so sorry.” It was easy to hear his muffled and staggered voice that exposed his tears and sobs. “If I could turn back time right now, I would do tonight all over again, I swear. I would’ve came home and listened to you. And we could’ve talked things out. We would’ve came out of this problem being a stronger couple than we were before...because that’s what we always do. We always make it out of the dark together..because we’re a team..and I need you. .....Please...please don’t leave me Y/N. I love you so much. ‘M so sorry that I hurt you..that I burned you..that I’m such a terrible husband. But I promise you I’ll fix everything in the morning...................Teddy Bear?”

He didn’t know it, but you were listening. You heard every word but refrained from speaking. You knew that the second you did, you’d break down and go crawling back to him....but you didn’t want to do that. You wanted to leave. He physically burned you and you wanted to leave. You were going to sleep for a few hours, and when you would awaken, you would pack a bag and leave. And so, you began your plan and tried to get some sleep as tear streaks marked your face. It would all be over soon.

You woke up to the morning sun.

6:50 a.m.

You rose out of bed and rubbed at your puffy eyes. You quietly got ready in the bathroom and applied the slightest bit of makeup to look more presentable. You took out a pair of shoes and tossed them to the center of the room. You were in your closet and pulled out a bag. You stuffed it full of a few clothes for you to wear, you couldn’t stay here. Not after what he did. You fought through the pain as you pulled on your jacket and placed your shoes on. You wiped your tears as you picked up your purse and got ready to leave. You were going to stay in a hotel. Didnt matter where or how expensive. You just needed to get away.

Finally, you walked to the exit of the bedroom. You took a breath before you slowly turned the knob and was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Bakugou. He had slept in the hallway in front of the bedroom, still wearing the same clothes from the night before. His knees were scrunched up with his arms resting there to be used as a pillow. He layed his head atop of his arms and as you looked down into his hands, you saw the rag. The exact rag from the argument. The rag that he attempted to use to help you. Little did you know, Bakugou hadn’t planned on getting rid of it until you let him use it to help you. He wanted nothing more than to fix his mistake and cater to you and your wound.

You shook your head as you felt tears began to fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You took a step and sadly awoken the exact man you were trying to avoid. Bakugou had quickly woken up when he heard the slightest noise and was blessed with the beauty that is you. He looked up at you with wide eyes and a small smile.

“Y/N...” was what he whispered before he quickly got up to run to you.

“Y/N!” He ecstatically said with a hint of relief. He was about to wrap him arms around you but you kept a hand at his chest to keep him at bay. “Baby?...”

Bakugou looked at you with hurt and confused eyes when you didn’t welcome his embrace. Even when you were mad at him, you still allowed him to hold you so what gives? He looked at you and your attire. He noticed your jacket and shoes and saw you holding a bag. “W-what are you doing?”

You walked away from him but he snatched your wrist to make you turn to face him. “Y/N! What’s going on?!” He frantically asked with crazed eyes. You snatched your wrist back and ran down the stairs and he copied your actions. He followed you into the living room until he grabbed your wrist once more. You tried to pull away again but found it harder because this time, he gripped it tight.

“W-where are you going baby?”

“Dont call me that.”

“What? Why? Baby, please tell me what’s going on.” He begged as he squeezed your wrist.

“What’s going on? Are you serious? What does it look like? I’m leaving!” Bakugou’s eyes went wide once more and shook his head.

“N-no! No, why!?”

“Why?! Look at my arm!” You screamed.

“I know! I know and I’m so sorry! But..but you don’t have to go! I can fix you up, I’ll take you to recovery girl, I will bring you to the best hospitals around the world to fix that for you! Just please don’t go!” He bargained and offered everything but you weren’t budging.

“It’s not just the burn Bakugou.” You deadpanned with a nonchalant face. His heart felt heavy after hearing your voice refer to him with his family name.

“..I-it’s Katsuki! Your Katsuki! It’s Suki, baby please!” Bakugou stepped closer as he cried once more but you backed away again. His hold on your wrist still strong as his fingers played with the ring on your hand, trying to calm himself down and remind himself that you are still his wife.

You shook your head at his pleading. “Bakugou. You burned me. But not only that, you’ve neglected me for months.”

“I know that! And I’m sorry! I will spend just as much time off of work to make it up to you, I swear I will, I promise!” He once again bargained.

“It’s too late.”

“No it’s not, please, it can’t be!”

“It is Bakugou-“

“KATSUKI! ....please...please don’t call me that. I’m your Katsuki,” he said with a whimpering voice. At this point you felt the tears come through, but you still didn’t allow them to fall.

“Katsuki...I can’t stay here. Too much damage has been done.” You said with a soft voice. Bakugou continued to shake his head ‘no,’ but you already made up your mind. You used your wind quirk in your hand and blew his grip off your wrist. You took the quick opportunity to walk to the door but Bakugou grabbed your bag off your shoulder in a childish panic and attempt to get you to stay.

“Hey!-“

“Please Y-Y/N! Please don’t leave me! I- I know I’ve been a terrible husband! I’m sorry! B-But I promise I’ll do better. I’ll stay at home more, I’ll spend more time with you, Please!”

“Katsu-“

“I’ll buy you whatever you want! I’ll get you all the expensive brands, I’ll find you all the best jewelry, I’ll give you all the money in the world! I’ll give you the whole world! Please stay! I love you so much Y/N!”

“Katsuki, give me back my bag,” you tried to reach for it but Bakugou kept it away from you and pulled you in with one arm and held you in a tight embrace as he cried on your shoulder.

“Please...you can’t do this to me. I need you. I love you! I’ll do better! I’ll be a better husband, I swear..just please don’t go.” He softly spoke with a broken voice and soft hiccups. It was wrong for you to do this, but you sighed and pretended to forgive him as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You hugged him tight and he fell for it as he openly sobbed now. His other arm that held your bag came to wrap around your waist but before it could, you snatched the bag out of his hold and pushed him away. You ran to the door and held a tight grip on the knob as you picked up your car keys. You saw Katsuki attempt to run back to you but you created a strong barrier of wind to protect you. “IM SORRY Y/N! PLEASE DONT!”

You took off your ring and tossed it to him through the barrier. He was quick to catch it and hold it right in fear of losing it. He had to find a way to get it back on your finger. “No..baby...Teddy Bear please!”

“....I’ll send you the divorce papers....Goodbye Katsuki.”

With that, you walked out of the door, still keeping the barrier alive. Once you started the car, you dispersed of the wind and Bakugou opened the door and ran to your car.

“Y/N wait! Please!” He cried out but he was too late. You pulled out of the driveway and drove off quickly down the street. He watched your car go as he began hyperventilating and tugging at his ash blonde locks. He ran back inside the house with your ring in hand as he looked for his phone. He found it on the kitchen island and quickly dialed your number. Of course, it went straight to voicemail but that didn’t stop him from calling about 50x more.

“This-...this has to be some stupid dream. A fucking nightmare...” he said as he tried to hide in denial. “Yeah...a nightmare. This is what it is...I’ll..I’ll wake up soon and she’ll be by my side in the morning...sleeping peacefully...and I’ll take the whole week off and spend it with her. She won’t be mad, we’ll be happy like we always are. S-She won’t leave me.”

Bakugou had an insane smile on his face with eyes of distraught on him. He clumsily made his way back to his bedroom where he flopped onto the large mattress and tried to get some sleep. He would sleep the whole day away if it meant you’d still be by his side when he woke up. The ring you abandoned was held tight in the palm of his hand as he held it close to his chest. His sobs overcame him but did aid in his journey to slumber. Eventually, he knocked out and a smile of bliss adorned his face as he assumed you would still be there in the morning.....oh how wrong he was.

The very next day, he woke up at 5:30 like he always did and quickly looked to your side of the bed. It was cold and empty. He was lonely. The exact same feeling you got everytime you woke up without seeing him for the past 6 months.

6 months. You’ve been married for 4 years and together for 8. Out of those 8 years, Bakugou spent 6 months neglecting you..and now...he lost you.

He stared at the empty space and bawled his eyes out like a baby as he screamed. He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Maybe you were cooking breakfast! You weren’t. Kitchen was empty. He ran to the living room! Maybe you were just watching some TV and reading a book, looking all cute and domesticated like you usually did. No, you weren’t there either. Bakugou checked every room in the house and when he couldn’t find you..he snapped.

His heart beated at a rapid pace as he trashed the entire house. Breaking windows, flipping desks, smashing furniture. He used his quirk to create blasts and burn marks into the walls and floors of the house. He did everything to get his frustrations out. The entire time he shouted and cried as rivers of tears flowed down his cheeks.

When he was done, he sat in the middle of the destroyed living room, laying his back against the flipped couch. He sat with his knees scrunched up as he hunched over, staring at the ground. His nose and eyes and basically his entire face grew puffy and red. His hair was a mess and so was he. Silent tears continued to drop, but his throat was too dry and hurt far too much for him to make anymore noise. However, he did fight through the pain to say one final thing:

“What have I done?”

A/N: hi cubsss! So a lot of you may know that my very first post, writing piece, and short story (He’s Lost) was created around angst, a breakup, and the fact that the triggering point was Bakugou physically hurting Y/N. I’ve been thinking about it and I HATE MY WRITING IN THE FIRST POST! It was terrible! Why tf did y’all like it so much?😭 And so, I’ve created a new piece revolving around the same elements, sorta as a way to check my progress. I hope you enjoyed!

ALSO!!! If you guys like this enough, I’m willing to turn it into a small yandere short story if you Cubs are down for that. Let me know and I’ll make it happen! Love you Cubs! See you next time🧸💗

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muiiruii · 2 years

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𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

sano manjirō x gn! reader

angst ; toman era (anime version) ; a teaspoon of fluff ; mention of death ; mention of cancer ; abstract

inspired by the song ‘it’s okay’ – nightbirde & the 2019 film ‘the farewell’

a. note: i didn’t mean to write something so heart-wrenchingly but i just couldn’t seem to get over my emotions when i saw mikey asking for help in the manga. i just could not forget about it.

“are you sure?”

with his hand on top of yours, ken asked you once again if you were serious. even if he thought otherwise about your decision, he still wanted to respect your wishes.

“yes, i’m sure. i can’t—” you paused, looking up and away from the man you selfishly pulled into your scheme.

“—i can’t have him worrying over me with what little time i have. i wouldn’t want our last memory to be sad, you know?” a chuckle escaped your trembling lips, albeit one that ken could tell wasn’t quite genuine.

“it’ll be okay, i promise.”

your words, with the intention of reassuring ken, felt more like it was for yourself, as your gaze wandered to the setting sun. the way the sky has dyed a hue of pinkish-purple, softening the ordeal of your situation; almost as if all your problems will just disappear if you let yourself drown in its beauty. yet, even such moments were short-lived.

“it’s all right,” his voice snapped your attention back to him, “i’ll be there with him.”

“i know.”

the tiny smile sprouting from the corner of your lips was enough to have him return one as well.

“y/n~ are you crying again?” mikey with both his hands in his pocket, teased you cheekily when those pearl-like tears fell ever so gently from your eyes.

taking a step closer to you, a silly smile graced his lips when he rubbed his thumb over the corner of your eyes. “who should i beat up this time, baby? tell me.”

oh, how you wish he could knock those nasty cells out of your body.

“no one, mikey. i just didn’t know what came over me.”

there must’ve been a reason, but mikey did not press you for it. instead, he decided to bring you to the place he knew best to clear his mind. his favourite spot.

“let’s go.”

he intertwined his fingers with yours and pulled you towards his second baby, CB250T. he had your arms locked firmly around him before taking off, speeding through the streets with ease—allowing the breeze to carry away the remaining tears of yours.

“mikey, are you happy?”

you tilted your head up to sneak a glance from the crook of his neck, fingers dancing across the concrete under your knitted knees.

“are you?”

you rolled your eyes, disappointed at the answer he gave after leaving you in suspense for a minute.

“i am. with you, i always am.”

“me too.”

the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled under the sun, although you weren’t sure how true it was. you knew there was so much more weight in his heavy heart. and to know that you too will be another added reason, it almost made you tear up again.

“mikey,” you called out to him, this time you decided to gaze at the horizon that seem to stretch forever beyond the everlasting azure sky. you wondered if your meeting with mikey were like the scenery in front of you.

the way the sky seemed to leave a gentle kiss on the surface of the sea, only to realize that it was never meant to meet no matter how far you chased.

“it’s important to know that we’re a lot more than the bad things that have happened to us.”

of course, as much as it was hard to accept the depth of your words, it still tugged on his heartstrings in ways he could not quite understand yet.

“why are you getting all sappy, y/n~?”

his fingers pinched your nearest cheek, a chuckle leaving his lips at the sight of your pouting lips.

“it’s not my words anyway, i just heard it somewhere!” you huffed, fingers all ready to pinch him back.

“i know.”

the sudden drop in his tone had you widened your eyes in surprise. it was only two words, but it felt like there was so much more to it than he let on.

“did you know?”

ken parted his lips for a reply he was already prepared to answer, but nothing came out. he knew what he needed to say, the words replaying in his mind again and again. yet, it was caught at the tip of his tongue, hanging for its dear life because he was scared.

that mikey would be mad at him? no. that mikey would be mad at you? perhaps. the thing that scared him the most was what mikey would do next.

the mere silence was enough of a response to know what his friend promised behind his back. he was angry, he definitely was. with ken? with you? or the world for being so utterly unfair?

how could they rob him of the love that gave him a piece of his heart back? how many more cracks must he endure before he could be whole again?

what if he was never meant to be whole?

“y/n wanted the last memory to be your smile—”

“was that why they always looked like they want to cry at the sight of me? why they were so eager to go to the festival knowing it was their last?”

mikey pulled ken down with a fist on his collar, he couldn’t believe you would lie to him. you promised to stay with him, that you would always be there for him. even when he broke down at the thought of losing his close friend if it weren’t for takemitchi, he had never thought he would lose you. it never crossed his mind, for he know he would do anything to have you by his side.

“i’m sorry, mikey.”

what could he do even if he knew?

“y/n believed in the small chance of success and wanted to make you proud of their own effort.”

why did your last words hurt more now than it was before?

you were always so adorable. mikey knew that from how you eyed those goldfish with so much concentration to the way you would leave crumbs of food on the corner of your lips. he could never tear his eyes away from you because you were just that precious to him.

“if you keep staring at me like that, you’re bound to fall on your ass.”

“i might just fall for you—”

before he could finish his sentence, you were already shoving the piece of taiyaki in his mouth. at times like this, you wondered why is he such a cheeky dork. one that had you grinning with a playful blush on your cheeks.

the blissful moment was interrupted by tiny droplets of rain as you spread your palm out to feel the intensity of it. “let’s take shelter by that tree.” you pointed towards the corner, tugging mikey along by his yukata sleeve.

somehow you could tell mikey was distracted, his eyes wandering around the bustling street while his hand rubbed the phone in his pocket.

“mikey, is everything okay?”

your worried voice snapped him back to his senses, eyes turning crescent at the casual grin he sent your way. “yup!” his feet rocked back and forth as he shifted his weight to see you better.

“you know,” your eyes met him in an attempt to form the words you have been meaning to tell him for some time.

however, a message interrupted his attention and from the look he had, you knew he was going to leave again. and you hated it. you hated the fact that you had to bite your inner lips to hold down the dam before it broke.

“sorry y/n, i need to—”

with a tight grip on his sleeve, you muttered the words that he hadn’t known would be your last.

“manjirō, you can’t wait until life isn’t hard anymore before you decide to be happy.”

you extended your pinky out to him.

“promise me,”

he hooked your pinky with his.

“i promise.”

those were also his last words to you.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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— the other side

request: BRUH YOUR SWIMSUIT SHOPPING WITH JJK IS GOD LEVEL 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 I think you wrote Gojo perfectly 🥺 Could I pretty please request FaceTime sex with Gojo 🤩 Like maybe Gojo’s away on a mission and he really misses reader and he’s needy so he calls her and has her put the phone down in front of her and tells her what to do 😳

warnings: nsfw, mutual masturbation, facetime sex, dirty talk (+unedited fic)

note: i actually wasn’t sure if i could write this well since i’m not the best at dialogue, but i tried my best and i hope you like it anon! thank you for the request! dinner has been served!

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Ruined. He’s absolutely ruined you.

You pull your fingers out of your clenching hole, your cheeks sweaty as you pant against your pillow. Hole clenching around nothing at the sudden emptiness, your chest heaves up and down with the gnawing dissatisfaction that you could no longer cum yourself; could no longer feel pleased unless it’s Gojo doing it for you.

Before you know it, a single tear flows down until it collects besides your lips. Hands rubbing against your tired eyes, you sigh at the clock blaring 2:19 AM mockingly at you.

It’s two in the fucking morning – and you haven’t cum ever since Gojo left for work.

Your fingers just wasn’t enough; could never be enough compared to his magical tongue and long dick that absolutely drives you into with so much need, large hands grappling against your soft mounds for leverage while he pounds himself into you.

It’s not the same without him. It’s been four long days ever since Gojo left for work; four torturous days that you’ve done everything you could to get off, only to keep failing after hours of humping your pillow or doing all the work with the cute pink dildo you got just for days he wouldn’t be around. It never ends well. Your wrist would only cramp or your thighs would ache afterwards, but you never came.

Perhaps that’s one of the consequences of being greedy and wanting to keep Gojo Satoru all to yourself. In return, he’s also stolen you of the privilege of fucking yourself.

Arm sprawled over your face, your breathing begins to regulate. Your legs are still wide open, arousal leaking from your disappointed cunt. You were ready, so ready for Gojo to come home and just fuck you silly.

You hate yourself for being this way, hate that your lips are trembling because you miss him so much and you’re actually crying all because you feel so empty without him buried within you.

It’s stupid, so fucking stupid, but you can’t help it.

You turn around to your side and hug his pillow closer to your body, breathing in his scent. It helps to calm you down a bit and even reassures you you’re not really alone; he’d come back in a few days and you’ll have him all to yourself again.

It’s been a long day, and the days just keep stretching over with the fact you’ve pretty much masturbated everywhere but still never got to come. A wave of exhaustion washes over you, your eyelids growing heavy at the same time you wrap one leg around Gojo’s pillow. His musky scent still remains, almost mocking that he’s never really away from you, but the dull aching deep within your pussy says otherwise.

You’re so helpless without him.

Just as you’re about to gaze off into to dreamland, your phone blares from your bedside table. You don’t waste another second before scrambling off the bed to get it, nearly falling off if you hadn’t grasped on to the sheets hard enough.

Gojo’s contact name of baby with a heart emoji flashes on the screen. Out of reflex, your entire body responds. Palms sweaty, lips puckered, pussy fluttering and nipples peaking – it’s embarrassing how your body reacts to him strongly. If he was here and he saw the way you open yourself up to him, Gojo would laugh while knuckle deep in you, teasing that you’re so eager for him and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

You quickly swipe right to answer, the grin on your face large and beaming when his handsome face greets you. “Satoru,” you smile, leaning back on the pillows to make yourself comfortable. “I missed you.”

There’s no lie about that. He’s still so handsome with one arm propped underneath him, hair down in messy strands and his eyes free from the blindfold, allowing you to witness the magic that pooled within that beauty. Satoru is now wearing a plain white shirt in exchange of his usual dark uniform, his bicep flexing under his weight, but you’re more focused on how his eyes crinkle once he finally saw your pretty face.

You could tell he misses you just the same.

“Hey, baby,” he coos through the call, and his low, husky voice immediately sends chill down your spine. The cold air bites at your exposed cunt and you shudder; you already know you’re wet again. It’s still ‘yesterday’ where he’s at, meaning that he’d have to leave for work after three hours or so as the sun begins to rise, while you’d still be slumbering at peace.

Or at least, sleep as comfortably as you could with countless failed orgasms.

“I missed you too,” Satoru sighs. His eyes droop for a moment, and he sees the way you open your lips, ready to tell him to get some more rest instead of calling you. Satoru only presses a finger to his lips, eyes glinting playfully at your awaiting gaze. “I’m fine, baby, don’t worry about me. I just needed to hear your voice.”

Your heart skips a beat at that. You’ve always known that Satoru is flirty, and even though he isn’t exactly being too flirty right now, the mere thought of him wanting to hear your voice before he sleeps does wondrous leaps to your wavering heart.

“Me too,” you confess in a small voice, tugging up the sheets under the chin as you grow more and more shy with each passing second. “It hasn’t been the same without you, Toru. I can’t…I can’t be myself when you’re not here.”

Satoru, despite being an absolute dumb fuck all the time, isn’t stupid when it comes to that tone of your voice. He nods once and presses the phone closer to his face, voice low and serious. “What’s wrong, baby? Do you want to talk to me about it?”

Yes and no. You seriously debate whether it’s best to tell him that you can’t cum without him, simply because he’s always so much better and feels perfect compared to your nimble fingers that barely even stretch you. On the other side, you don’t want to keep him up too late, plus phone sex… well, you haven’t really done it before. Just imagining showing yourself bare to Satoru through the camera already makes your body feel warmer than it already it is. He’s seen you naked hundred of times before, but the idea that he could record it…

You swallow audibly and look away from him. Your cunt is already gushing as you imagine Satoru recording the way you lose yourself as he buries his cock into your hilt, but it’s a different thing if you could both masturbate to the thought of each other.

“Babe,” Satoru cuts off your train of thoughts, “You feel frustrated too, don’t you? I’ve never hated my fist as much as I do now.”

Your head snaps to his direction so fast Satoru laughs at your crazed reaction, and the sound only increases when you start babbling to him. “Y-you,” you shake your head in disbelief, “You too? You can’t cum too? I mean, I’ve done everything I could, I even got a dildo but it’s not enough, Toru, it’s never enough, I need you so bad.”

You don’t care that you’re whining at this point. Satoru doesn’t give a damn either because he’s already palming his erection through his sweatpants from the other side of the world, jaw clenching as he imagines you doing lewd things without him.

“Aw, my poor baby,” he teases you, making you pout and hide under the sheets with only your eyes peeking through. “It’s okay, I’ve got you now,” his voice drops an octave lower, eyes darkening as lust consumes both your body. “Just be a good girl and follow my instructions, okay? I’ll make you feel good. We’ll make each other feel good. It’ll feel like I never left, okay?”

“O-okay,” you nod shakily, still unsure of what to do. “Is there-?”

“Yeah,” Satoru grunts as he whips his cock free from his confines, hips jutting forward now that his hand is wrapped around it. He sighs at the relief of finally getting his chance to cum. He understands your situation; his cock won’t even come close to the warmth of your tight pussy clenching on him. “Show me yourself, pretty girl. Show me those pretty pink lips of yours,” Satoru places his phone somewhere on the table near his bed, pushing his sweatpants down until his cock slaps against his underbelly, the tip red and leaking.

You gasp at how lewd he looks. The sheets are absolutely crumpled beneath him, and you clench your thighs at the sight of Satoru wrapping his hands around his large, angry cock with his eyes staring straight directly at the camera.

“Come on, baby, don’t be shy,” he rasps, “I want to see you, want to hear you. You’ll let me hear those beautiful moans, won’t you?”

When his hups jut forward to meet the tight grip of his hands, something inside you snaps. Breath shaky and legs trembling, you throw your sheets off to the side and get your phone stand before setting it up at your bedside table, making sure to tilt the camera downwards before you lean back onto the bed. You’re already naked underneath Satoru’s large shirt, and it doesn’t take much as you spread your legs eagerly for him, using two lips to spread your lips open even without his command.

Satoru groans at your arousal leaking down the sheets and making a mess. He pumps himself harder, smirking at how your heavy breathing is all he could hear. “So fucking pretty,” he praises, “Now put two fingers in your pussy for me, baby girl. Stretch yourself open so I can see how much you miss my cock.”

Obedient as ever, you do as you’re told, letting out a shuddered moan when your two fingers go past your walls without resistance. You’re wet, so fucking wet for him, but you want him. “Satoru,” you whine, pushing your fingers deeper and deeper and pulling them out for friction. Your walls clench around your digits and you start imagining that it’s his long fingers buried into you this time; getting off to his image and relishing in how Satoru is moaning your name. “Miss you baby,” you cry out, hands trailing up to squeeze your nipples. “I want you so bad.”

“Me too, baby, me too,” the sound of Satoru’s slick running up and down his shaft, along with his low groans, are like music to your ears. Your moan grows louder when you open your eyes and see that his muscles are flexing as he fucks his hand eagerly, his gaze focused on the way you’re shuddering around your own digits. “Another one. Add another one.”

Shakily, you add another one, your head falling back at the welcomed intrusion. It’s still not enough, but it’ll do for now.

You just imagine that it’s his cock inside you instead, each vein prominent as the ridges of your wall hug him completely. Satoru replaces his hand with your pussy as well, that the fist running down his dick is you bouncing on his cock instead. He can already picture the way your breasts bounce in front of him and Satoru shudders, “Tits,” he growls, “I want to see your fucking tits. Want to feel them on my hands,” Satoru chuckles at how eagerly you lift your shirt up to show him the beaded nipples, teeth biting down on the material with your hands still knuckle-deep in your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re always so pretty, babe.”

“Miss you,” you keep crying out, words muffled through the shirt you’re biting. You pinch your nipple at the same time you rapidly finger yourself, your pussy squelching and the sounds pornographic as it echoes all the way to Satoru’s phone. You miss him so fucking much that it’s unreal. There’s no more self control when your back hits the bed, hips lifting off the bed and giving Satoru a clearer view of your juices dripping down your ass.

Satoru can’t resist the way his balls tighten, desperate to have you right next to him so he can fuck your brains out already. He wishes he could come home and be in your warmth, be in your embrace, but he’s still got curses to kill that fucking you would just have to wait much to both parties’ displeasure.

Sweat is beading down his forehead as he watches you thrash around your bed, his cock only growing harder and a low growl emanating from his throat when you keep moaning satoru, satoru, satoru, I love you so fucking much.

“I love you too,” he manages to say in shaky breaths. “You’re so perfect for me – fuck.”

You push yourself off the edge by pulling your lips aside and pinch at your clit. At that, your back arches off the bed, making your fingers dig deeper into you and for a split second, you manage to hit your g-spot. Satoru can tell you’re close by the way your legs spasm and he encourages you, spitting down his cock as he pumps his fist around his length almost angrily.

“That’s good, baby, keep going, keep going,” his teeth clenches when you nod, tears falling down your pretty cheeks. “Want to fuck you so good – I’d have you screaming around my neck while I take you from behind and shove your face down the pillow,” you moan in response, the sound high pitched and almost whiny. Satoru chuckles before he cuts himself off with a hiss, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing already. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want me to fuck your ass when I get home?”

“Yes, yes, please,” your belly tightens at the thought of Satoru stretching your tight hole, even better if he pulls at your hair while his hips slam at the flesh of your ass.

Rubbing your clit fervently, Satoru’s name comes out as a broken cry as your orgasm chokes you. The tears are staining your cheeks the same way your cum is making a mess on the sheets, and you grind down harder on the sheets, scissoring yourself just to extend your orgasm.

“Satoru,” you whine, “Fuckkk.”

“I’m close, baby, I’m-” Satoru falls forward when his cock shoots out thick ropes of cum, some of them landing on his abdomen and one sticks to his chin. Your pupils blow wide with lust as you shudder around your fingers while riding down your high, in disbelief that Satoru is cumming so much.

He’s shameless as he continues thrusting into his fists. You’re worried he would overuse his strength and beat his cock to death, but Satoru only chuckles as he keeps pumping his cock, his cum overflowing and pooling down his thick thighs.

“Shit,” he mumbles to himself, falling in the same state as you when he drops down on the bed. His dick begins to turn limp but it’s still twitching, turning a dark shade of pink as he beats his dick almost lazily the time. The both of you take a moment to breathe at the orgasm; not as mind blowing as the ones you’d get if he was there rutting into you instead, but because he’s there, you’re still left with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Wiping the arousal left on your hands on your shirt, you grab your phone and fall into your pillows, cheeks squished and eyelashes fluttering slowly. “Toru,” you call out softly, “You asleep?”

“I want to come home already,” is all he says. He’s still half-passed out in his bed and you laugh, rubbing your thighs together and grimacing when it starts to stick together from your cum. Glancing at Satoru’s form, you dash to the bath to clean yourself up by washing away the cum, coming back to see that Satoru was also in the middle of cleaning his cum with napkins.

“Facetime sex,” he laughs to himself with a shake of his head, mirroring your form by langind on his pillows. He looks absolutely adorable with his lips puckered out like that, azure blue eyes drooping close. “I miss you, babe. I promise when I come home I’m going to fuck you endless.”

You chuckle at his words, wondering how he’s able to say such suggestive things when he’s seconds away from passing out due to exhaustion. Your eyelids grow heavy as well, and along with the light blanket of satisfaction and post-orgasm bliss, the only thing that wouldn’t make this a good night of sleep is the fact Satoru isn’t next to you. Nevertheless, you’re grateful that Satoru took the time to call you despite his busy schedule.

Your heart flutters when Satoru lazily calls you baby, mumbling on and on about how much he misses you. Now that he’s come down from his high, he’s reverting into his big baby self.

His eyes are closed and he’s burying himself deeper into his pillows. You’re about to say goodbye when Satoru lightly snores from the other line, a smile tugging at your lips when you see that he’s now blissfully asleep. Wishing that you could run your hands through his hair, at least, you kiss the screen in the hopes it’d reach him at least metaphorically.

“Sleep well, my love,” you whisper before swiping left to end the call.

Even through the other end of the line, on the other side of the world, Satoru’s worries and exhaustion are washed away with the love you send him.

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

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Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader

Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.

Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense

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“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”

The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.

Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.

“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.

Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”

Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”

“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”

You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”

The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”

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Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.

You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.

They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.

“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”

Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”

“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.

“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.

“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”

“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”

Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.

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Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.

“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.

“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.

“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.

“Fine. Come here then.”

In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”

“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”

Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.

Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”

Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”

Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.

“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”

——

“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”

“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.

“Well the title is very misleading.”

“Agreed.”

Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.

Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.

“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”

Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.

Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”

“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.

He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.

Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.

Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.

“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.

“Yes. To check out.”

——

Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.

“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.

Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”

“Why my room?”

“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”

“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.

After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.

He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.

Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.

Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.

That was close.

“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.

“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”

“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”

“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.

“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”

“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”

Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”

“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?

“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”

“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”

“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”

“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.

“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.

“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.

“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.

“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.

“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.

“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.

Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.

After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.

Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.

Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”

A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.

Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”

“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.

“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.

“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”

Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”

Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.

“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”

“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”

“And you’re missing out.”

“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”

“Aren’t you dead?”

“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”

Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.

Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”

Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.

“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.

“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”

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