#nah man he’s just a good fucking doctor

[erenalias]

“But House MD is unrealistic because of all the medical malpractice!!”

WRONG

House MD is unrealistic because he gives the proper diagnosis more often than not

#WHERE DID YALL COME FROM??? shoutout to the spoonies and sorry to disappoint all the house fans #and because he listens to his patients #oooo house is such a morally grey character cause he breaks the law to save lives #nah man he’s just a good fucking doctor #have you ever been in the waiting room of an ER in America before? #I would pay unimaginable amounts of money to be one of his patients #house #house md #dr house #disabled #cripple punk #chronic illness #chronically ill

[rissouu]

Now imagine modern doctor law with his pregnant wife ofhdhdjh

Just him being so caring about what’s good for her

bro that man will literally never leave you alone istg 🌚!

for instance, whenever he sees you munching on the hot chips you love so much, he immediately snatches em’. “how many times do i gotta’ tell you to stop eating that shit?” even before you got pregnant he rarely let you eat hot chips, well around him at least.

“paaa stop taking my shit! your son is hungry, and the only thing he wants right now is some hot cheetos!”

you were fed up at this point, especially because you were also pregnant. you barely had control over your emotions and the only thing you really wanted right now was some damn hot chips! but of course, being the wife of a doctor came with many inconveniences.

“nah mama, don’t try and blame my son. he want you to stop eating that shit just as much as me, you can get ulcers from eating too much of those toxins,”

you rolled your eyes at the fact that he was right. you’d came close to getting an ulcer before back when you were younger, but clearly that wasn’t enough to stop you permanently.

law knew you would probably have an attitude with him for the rest of the day, but he was just putting your safety first. “you can have a attitude all you want, better go get you some lay’s.”

“but you know i don’t fucking like lay’s, they’re disgusting.”

“well that’s too damn bad!”

#malora speaks! #req’s 💋 #mooties ♡ #this was so much fun omg #send more req’s pookies! #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x black reader #law x black reader #law x chubby reader #one piece fluff #trafalgar law fluff #one piece x chubby reader #one piece x black reader #black reader #chubby reader #one piece smut

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Canon events aren't bad, Miguel's just projecting his trauma.

One of the things that will always stand out or bother me in this scene are these three lines from Miguel:

Because... Wait what?

SOME OF THEM ARE GOOD??

Miguel admits himself that some canon events can be positive - but he names none, refusing to show any of these instances, instead surrounding Miles with images of loss and grief.

Even he admits that Canon Events aren't inherent tragedies.

They only come off that way, because he's hyperfixated on suffering. Largely, his own.

People have talked about Miguel's background in the past and that's a job for a Spider-man 2099 fan - but in short, Miguel DID NOT have a good life.

If you think about it - it's extremely hard for Miguel to POSITIVELY connect with other Spider-people.

He lacks the spider-bite, has no MJ, Harry, Doctor Octavius, or May. He's never had the experience of happily and excitedly coming into his powers.

The only thing he has, is a lot of tragedy.

Him not having many positive events in his life is just another reminder of how he's othered.

Because he's unable to connect to other Spider-people based on things like biology, love, familial connection to aunt May, the driving lesson that 'with great power comes great responsibility'.

Much of all knows is tragedy.

Because of this he hyperfixates on traumatic Canon Events, using the resulting fear as a source of unity, rather than uniting them all over good, constructive Canon Events.

Idk it just always stood out to me. Cause what do you mean GOOD???

Either Miguel is wrongfully weaponizing 'Bad' Canon Events as a source of authority - protecting his trauma and ignoring the good-

OR he's lying about there being good Canon Events, and that's something he tells them to make them feel better. Which would be fucked up.

OR OR The Canon Events he considers 'good' aren't actually good at all. Marrying your MJ might be a 'good' canon event. But you still have to do it. Even if you aren't into marriage.

Isn't that an arranged marriage?

If I don't wanna marry my MJ, but that's my Canon Event, is Miguel gonna beat my ass over it? 🤨😐

[Yes, that's apart of Dianes lore lol Her MJ Martin is a poseur-punk asshole rich record producer whose bordering misogynistic. He hates Hobie. But uhh oh he's supposed to be a 'good canon event']

But like...

If Jessica Drew's canon event was getting pregnant and the next one is like 'nah I want my tubes tied' Miguel gonna be like 'sorry no can do'?????????

HUH... IS THAT WHAT YOU MEAN BY GOOD??? Compulsory 'positive' events.

BUT NO REALLY what the hell is Miguel talking about???

#Did y'all catch this?? #Cause what do you mean some good #can you show me ONE please #ELABORATE HOE #spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara

[kombuuuu]

Not a request but I KNOW for sure Miles would be one of those bfs who do the 🥺 eyes towards you

kicks feet twirls hair i luv my men a little stupid

Miles pouted from the corner he’d put himself in. Grumbling like an insolent child and otherwise not saying a word.

“Miles, baby, I can’t keep skipping class for you.”

“‘S still not fair.”

He crossed his arms, huffing and puffing to make his displeasure known while you started to dress yourself.

He hugged the blanket tighter around himself and shamelessly let his eyes trail your back, whistling slyly when he caught your eye in the reflection.

“Don’t leave?” He wasn’t really questioning, just making himself sound more vulnerable. He shifted his expression, dropping his eyes into a slant.

“Wh— Miles, I’m failing spanish because of you.”

“So am I!”

You glared at him before turning away again.

“Please, Chiquita?”

He let the blanket fall of himself whilst you leant over the vanity, grabbing your makeup and starting your routine.

He sneaked out of your bed, creeping up behind you while you engrossed yourself in your pampering.

You mere glanced at him when his arms slithered around you waist, grasping at your hips and pulling you into him.

You pat lipstick along your parted lips and shifted a hand to balance on the table in front of you. Miles draped his back over yours, lanky limbs far longer than your own, covering you in his heat.

“Ma, ‘s just one more time, I promise.”

You scoffed in a playful manner, rolling your eyes and looking for your mascara. “I doubt that.”

“C’mon, Mami, Please.”

You looked up to him again, pausing in your search.

His hazel eyes weighed heavily on your heart, the doe’d look striking him gorgeous. He was borderline begging you not to leave, just to come back to bed. And fuck if it didn’t already seem inviting, the way his eyelashes fluttered and draped over his cheeks, the sound of his voice pleading for you.

“You’re so difficult.”

“One more day, Conejita..”

You sighed, discarding the mascara wand you had just found and reaching for your makeup wipes.

“You better give me a damn good excuse.”

“I’ll even forge the Doctors certificate.”

“Relatively impossible, but sure.”

“Nah, Doctors don’t really refuse Spiderman.”

He grabbed the wipes out of your hands, spinning you in his arms and gently wiping at your lips. You flustered slightly, but kept your attention on the boy in front of you.

“Neither do I, apparently.”

The smile he gave you might have stopped your heart.

—

he’s actually the cutest man ever

#໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა #across the spiderverse #miles morales #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #spiderverse x reader #miles x reader #miles my beloved #miles morales x you #miles 1610

[yeyinde]

nah but price thought!!! about him being obsessed with your pregnant stomach and while you’re both lying in bed he’s just lying right beside you rubbing your belly and staring at it with such joy cause he can’t believe his wife is creating a whole human -‼️

stopp, this is the cutest thing ever!!!!!

He'd be the type to just wrap you up in a blanket and keep you in bed as long as he can. No moving—just let him take care of everything.

"Don't wanna hurt the baby, love."

He'd give you massages, rubbing your belly with oils and lotions, and look entirely bewildered when you sulked about stretch marks. "You look like a goddess right now, love. How could I ever look at you after this and think you're anything other than fuckin' perfect?"

He's there for it all, of course. The good, bad, ugly.

He runs out late at night when pregnancy cravings hit without a word. Rubs your back, grinning, while you heave in the morning ("atta girl, get it all out. I'll run you a bath and make you some breakfast, eh?").

He invests, too. Books, videos. Anything he can get his hands on. Asks for advice from the doctors, and listens to each word intently. Snags brochures from the receptionist until he has a stack of each piled in his desk at home, his overnight bag, his car. Reads them in between watching football, and highlights certain things he wants to ask the doctors about.

He texts you while he's away about baby names and this crib he found online. Comes home with gifts for the babies that aren't even born.

Gets misty-eyed sometimes when he stares at you, swollen and heavy with "our" baby.

He'd attend every single doctors visit (or expect a complete rundown of he couldn't make it), and buys everything you need—whenever you need it.

"Fuck, I'm just—," he picks up the habit of talking to your belly late at night, especially when he thinks you're asleep. Rubs his hand over the curve, and clears his throat. It clicks, thick and heavy, when he speaks. "I'm just so fuckin' excited to meet you. Can't promise I'll be the best dad there ever is. Might not be around often as you want. But I'll be a better fuckin' one than my old man, that I do promise."

The sincerity in his voice nearly makes you weep, but his next words shatter you. "You better not come when I'm away. I wanna see the look on her face when she sees you for the first time. Want my whole family in my arms." His hands stroke your belly with reverence. Just the barest brush of his fingertips. "Better promise me that." There's a kick, then. His breath catches. You pretend you can't hear the sniffle in voice. "Fuckin', eh. Good girl."

#i need to hurry up and finish my wips so i can finish single dad price #dad price #captain john price x reader #captain john price #captain john price x you #dad price is the best price #pregnancy

[gurugirl]

how do we feel about a New Years party stepdad!h blurb? <3

A/n: You wanted a blurb? SORRY! LOL! Got carried away babe! This is a bit more than a blurb. Happy New Year to everyone! Hope your parties are just as fun as this one 💦 3.4k words

Warning: stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader, inappropriate relationship, smut

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New Year's Eve had always been a fun little thing that your mother loved to celebrate, maybe more than any other holiday. She always planned well in advance, inviting dozens of guests, warning the neighbors that it was going to be loud and bribing them with her famous tiramisu, having food catered in, decorations, champagne, noise makers...

You were dressed in your little red, sequin dress with a low back and black heels, hair smoothed and waved, red lips, and lots of butterflies in your tummy. You didn't know how tonight was going to go down. Harry would probably kiss your mom at midnight - that was a given actually. You were used to that, though. What had you feeling the fluttery nerves in your tummy was what Harry was going to do with himself.

The moment he saw you in your little red number he let out an audible scoff that even your mother noticed, "She's gorgeous isn't she, Harry?" Your mom poked her elbow at her husband and winked at you.

She truly just had no idea. But you'd also gotten used to pushing the guilt down so deep it almost didn't even bother you anymore. Almost.

As the guests began to arrive, everyone was handed a drink and ate snacks, and gathered in small groups to chat. The music playing over the speakers was nice and chill. The atmosphere was really relaxed and exciting all at once.

You invited a couple of your girlfriends and they were dressed just as cute as you. Cassidy was somewhat aware of how you felt about Harry. Well, actually she wasn't really aware. She only knew that you found him attractive. She had no idea of your secret. No one did.

"He's so fucking fine. How do you survive listening to him fuck your mom?" She laughed into her red solo cup. She was already half in the bag.

You rolled your eyes and made a gagging noise, acting as if you were grossed out by anything to do with Harry and sex, "Gross! Cas, you're nasty. I don't think of him like that."

She scoffed and shook her head, "I know you think he's hot. You told me. Don't lie."

You shrugged, "Not anymore really. Now he's just my stepdad. I don't think of him that way."

But you could feel his eyes on you all night. You even had to take your pointer finger and make a slicing gesture across your neck to tell him to cut it out. He was going to get himself caught. He wasn't being sly.

It had you a bit worried in fact. So your butterflies were warranted. Harry was being a bit too obvious.

One of Harry's friends, LJ, was also eyeing you. But you didn't like his attention. Not one bit. The guy was ogling you and he kept coming up to you and very openly flirted with you a good handful of times before Harry had had enough and he interrupted one such moment.

"That's enough, mate. That's my stepdaughter..." Harry had placed a palm on the man's shoulder to pull him back a few inches.

You watched on as LJ and Harry went back and forth, "No worries, dude. She's an adult. Right?" He looked at you with brows raised.

You shrugged but looked at Harry with pleading eyes. You wanted LJ to fuck off.

"Nah, let's go, man. Anyone but her..." Harry pulled LJ along and LJ turned back to you as he stumbled in step with Harry and waved at you, but the look on his face was a promise that he'd return.

Your mom was ER doctor, but her true calling was a party planner and host. She threw the best parties. She always had everything perfectly organized and planned out. Anything that went wrong, she took care of by improvising or adapting to doing something a little differently.

So, when one of the drunk guests fell into a table and knocked all of the drinks, cups, and liquor bottles to the ground, your mom had already bought extra liquor and mixers. She immediately got into host most and pointed to you and Harry, "In the basement, bring up the boxes labeled NYE Backup. There are seven of them."

You and Harry quickly went into the house and you kicked your heels off the moment you walked into the kitchen so you could more easily go up and down the stairs. This would likely involve more than one trip.

Harry led the way to the basement and just as you thought he'd do, he pulled you into his arms when you were both hidden away from any eyes that might see.

He groped your ass and then brought a hand up to your chin, holding your jaw, "Why are you wearing this? Trying to make me lose my mind? I've gotta fuckin' fight all my friends to stay away from you," he asked you with his face close to yours. The stance he had over you was possessive and animalistic.

You chuckled and grasped Harry's forearm that held your jaw, "Just for you, Daddy. Thought you'd like it."

Harry pressed his mouth to yours and moved his hands down again. He slid his fingers to your thighs and slowly moved the hem of your dress upward. He began moving you back toward the wall until you felt the cool, flat surface against your back.

Harry broke from the kiss and backed away enough so he could take a look at your panties. He was always obsessed with seeing what panties you had on no matter what you were wearing. You wore something that wouldn't show panty lines. a red and thin lacy thong.

Harry opened his mouth and smoothed his hands over your hips, his thumbs dragging the material down a little. He pushed your dress up further and brushed his fingers over your tummy and ducked down to kiss your belly button which made you laugh because the scruff on his face tickled a bit.

"S'mine..." he spoke against your belly as he settled onto the floor to his knees. His lips made their way down over your panties until he kissed right over the crotch of your panties. His hands pushed your thighs apart and for a moment, you forgot that you had a task to do and your mom's drill sergeant was about to come out if she didn't see you two back upstairs soon.

You leaned your head back to the wall and nodded, "Yours, Daddy."

Harry groaned and pinched the inside of your right thigh as he lifted your left leg and draped your thigh over his shoulder. He quickly pushed the material that was hiding your pussy away to the side and took one, wide and long lick upwards. He looked up at you with that devilish grin you loved before he took another long lick up, his tongue pressing into your labia before slurping your clit gently.

You gasped and put your hands into his hair just as he took his index and middle finger into your folds with his mouth wrapped around your sensitive button.

"Harry? Y/n?" Your mom's voice traveled down into the basement.

Harry quickly stood back up, straightening his clothes out and adjusting his dick as you moved your panties into place and slid your dress back down to cover your bottom.

You both looked at one another and laughed before bringing up the boxes. It did take a few trips. And on each one, Harry tried something but you slapped his hand away, "Mom is going to catch us. You need to stop!" But you couldn't stop the smile and the giggle when you warned him.

The backup liquor and mixers saved the party. Everyone got back to drinking and dancing and being loud. But now you were on edge after getting a little attention from Harry in the basement and your panties got progressively wetter through the night just thinking about his mouth on you. It also didn't help that he kept looking at you or when he'd get close enough he'd whisper into your ear so no one could hear or he'd graze his knuckles down your arm.

Harry didn't get too drunk, but he was feeling quite comfortable with himself. He was dancing and mingling, but he kept looking toward you throughout the night. But the only reason you noticed it was because you kept looking toward him. He was hot. And he wanted you bad, so you were in a state of constant horniness.

When the karaoke machine came out Harry was on it. Harry was a singer in a band. They were okay. It was mostly just for fun, but Harry was good. He took the microphone and put the song in.

When you first heard the music you weren't sure what the song was, but then you realized that it was Elvis. A Little Less Conversation. One of Harry's favorite songs.

Everyone laughed and cheered. It was quite ridiculous. Harry was just having fun, really getting into it. He was singing directly to one of his friends, Joe, touching his shoulders and swaying to the beat. It was a good show.

"He's hard not to stare at," Cassidy said as she leaned into you watching Harry sing the Elvis song. She had a smile on her face as she watched your stepdad sing and move around. Harry had his striped button-up shirt unbuttoned to just past his pecs and his sleeves pushed up to past his elbows, showcasing the tattoos on his forearms. Because of course, he did.

You looked around and realized most of the women were looking at Harry just like Cassidy was. You smiled because you knew Harry was yours at the end of the night. Well, mostly. You'd see how the night turned out once the guests left. Things were a bit more tricky when your mom was home.

Everyone who sang karaoke after Harry had a tough act to follow but it was fun to watch. You wouldn't dare get up and sing in front of anyone. You'd probably have the police called if you tried.

When the hour was closing in at midnight everyone had their champagne glasses and their partner. You and Cassidy stuck next to one another. You'd kiss her at midnight, just a peck.

Harry jumped up on a chair and started the countdown from 10. Your mom stood next to him and everyone watched Harry and counted down.

He shot you a look as the seconds ticked and then he jumped down from his chair and took your mom in his arms and kissed her just as you gave Cassidy a playful peck to her mouth at midnight.

Guests stayed well past midnight. You weren't sure what time they finally started leaving. Cassidy and Michaela planned to stay the night so they were already in your bed by the time you had finished clearing most things from the backyard with your mom and Harry and a few people who stayed to help.

Your mom snuck away before the last guests left and when it was just you and Harry he dragged you into the house and quietly into the basement.

"Your mom's in bed already. I think we need to finish what we started down here, don't you? Start the new year off right?" He had you pressed up against the wall again as he pushed his body against yours, trapping you between himself and the cold wall.

You leaned your head back and nodded with a smile, "I think so." You moved your hands over his chest and slid your fingers into the opening of his shirt, feeling his hard chest with hair scattered over his pecs. Harry's body was delicious.

Moving your hands down you unbuckled his belt and undid his pants as quickly as you could. Harry moved your dress up above your hips to expose your panties again.

"Fuck, I need you. I always need you so bad, Y/n..." Harry moaned as you pulled him out of his pants. He was already hard and ready. Heavy in your hand.

Harry moved your panties to the side and pressed his mouth back onto yours as he slipped his fingers into your crease and circled your clit.

You stroked him with your palm, but it was dry, so you pushed at him a little and spit into your hand, keeping your eyes on his, and then lowered your hand back down to his gorgeous cock. The cock that you knew would soon be taking up all the space inside of your cunt.

You gasped when he pushed two fingers into your tight little hole.

You and Harry stood in the basement, against the wall, watching each other as you got fingered and he got a hand job.

You both began to pant softly as it got more heated. Harry's fingers were long and worked you better than anyone else's.

"My hand is drenched. I think this pussy is ready for my cock now," Harry spoke through his teeth. His tip was leaking just the tiniest bit, his precum letting you know he was aching in your hand.

Harry removed his hand and pushed his pants all the way down and then he grabbed the back of your thighs and bent at the knees as he lifted you upward, your back still to the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist and Harry guided his thick, hard cock into your sopping hole. You both let out a moan that was louder than it should have been.

"Fuck... that's all I needed..." Harry moaned as he felt you lather his cock in arousal, your walls pressing all around him.

"Mmmm... me too, Daddy..." you put your arms over his shoulders for leverage as he began to press upward into you deeper. Harry couldn't pull out too much, but with your back pressed into the wall, he could bend down a little and move himself in and out a few inches, but mostly, he stayed deep inside of you, fucking upward.

Harry had his hands squeezing your ass as he thrusted and you kept your legs locked around his waist so you wouldn't fall.

"Oh my god! Fuck, you’re so deep!" You grunted at his harsh plunges.

Harry put his mouth to yours to keep you quiet because your moans and yelps were too loud. His tongue swirled over your tongue and he licked at your lips and your mouth as he panted his breaths in between.

Harry began to pound into you harder as you fucked yourself down over his cock, moving your hips as much as you could. He kept his mouth over yours but the sound of your back against the wall as he rutted into you was thudding in time with his thrusts.

Harry's cock was throbbing inside of you and he moaned against your mouth as his jaw went slack. He was about to come.

"Come inside of me, Daddy. Fill me up..." you whispered as you pulled at his hair and Harry began to tremble.

"What do you need, baby? Want your clit rubbed? Can you reach?" Harry's words were breathy and tight.

You actually couldn't reach because of the angle and you were worried that if you let go with one of your arms you might lose your balance.

"I don't think I can. But that's okay..."

Harry grunted and moved his hands to your thighs and put your feet onto the floor before pulling out, his heavy cock swaying and shiny.

"Get on your hands and knees. I'll fuck you doggy and you rub that sweet little clit," Harry moved you so you were bending downward.

You got to your hands and knees, knowing you'd have carpet burn afterward, but it'd be worth it.

Harry got in right behind you and softly palmed over your bottom and leaned over your back, "Need to keep quiet, okay?"

You nodded and spread your thighs for him as you started to rub your clit.

Harry impaled you quickly and the feel of his cock parting your soft inner walls and the noise it made when his hips met your ass was so sexy.

Harry's pace was better like this. He could really fuck you in this position. You ran your fingers over your clit as Harry's cock glided in and then backed out to his crown, before pushing back in, reaching that one spot, deep inside, his tip and the swollen frenulum dragging over it and making you see stars each time.

It was like Harry's cock was made for your pussy. Curved perfectly to reach and rub into the magic area that had your toes curling and your pussy creaming over him with how good it felt.

Things only got wetter as Harry went harder. He was tempted to spank your round ass but he resisted because the sound of a palm landing on soft flesh could be a bit loud at times. And besides, his skin and balls slapping against you each time he rocked inward were loud enough. But those noises couldn't be helped. The sound of two people fucking would be enough of a giveaway. Having the sound of him spanking you, which would probably make you yelp was not wise.

Harry began to tremble behind you again, his long cock slicking into you and punching you deep in your tummy. You sped up the speed of your fingers and groaned when Harry's hips rocked into you so hard you were being knocked forward.

"M'gonna come, baby. Come on Daddy's cock. Come on... Need to see your cream all over it. Oooohh..." he let out a low and quiet moan and gasp when you started to quiver and moan.

You bit your lip to keep your noises down because your orgasm was about to take you out. You'd been on edge and pent up all night, which only meant your orgasm was going to wreck you.

Harry shifted deep into you and he grasped your hips. You felt him lean over your body as he fucked inward, inward, deeper, deeper, never moving his cock out as his tip was smashed into your magic spot, smoothing over it and pressing into it, never letting up contact.

You lost it. You did your best not to make a peep but you shook and your ears rang, your heart pounded harshly as your orgasm took over. You creamed over his cock, just like he wanted and you could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned over your body.

Harry gasped and stilled his hips as he released inside of you, deep into your guts. You felt drool hit the top of your shoulder blades as Harry's mouth was hanging open in ecstasy. He couldn't help it. You made his mouth water and his orgasm burst into you and took over all of his senses. He groaned quietly as he unloaded himself into you, coating you with his sperm.

It was a lot. You both came hard. His come began to drip out of you before he'd even pulled out. You were both still a little shaky when he finally did pull out and you heard him laugh as he slipped his fingers through your folds to scoop up his come. He put his arm around your body and you saw his finger in front of your face.

"Suck," he said in a dark voice.

You wrapped your lips around his finger and sucked his still-warm come into your mouth and swallowed it down with a gulp.

"Good girl."

You both got up, wobbly and breathless and smiling. Harry brought you in for another kiss as he pulled your dress down to cover your body.

"Happy New Year, baby. I love you." Harry kissed you deeply and you slung your arms over his shoulders and made out like teenagers. You could probably have gone another round but it was best to get back to your respective rooms before anyone caught you. "Happy New Year, Daddy," you smiled at the man and he pinched your cheek with a grin before you both headed upstairs and went your separate ways for the night.

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vampire!dave mustaine x reader | word count: 4120 | ao3 link

It was inebriating, how completely surrendered to him you were. How fragile, and warm, and wanting.  How human.

✦ on this fic: NSFW!!!, dave mustaine x female!reader, +18, language, romance, mxf sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, blood mention, blood drinking

✦ a/n: It's October! And in honor of spooky month I came up with this one-shot. It's my first time writing directly in English (I usually write in my language and translate it) so I hope it's written okay. Hope you like it, feedbacks are welcome! ❤

You and Dave had an agreement.

You were close, but not too close. You both knew you could rely on each other no matter what, but you also knew there was something deeper, something you never had the guts to admit. You held onto the hope that one day the stars would align and things would magically fall into place. 

But then came the incident.

You'd always prided yourself on being unshockable, even in the wild streets of '89 LA. So when he showed up at your door looking like he'd been through a meat grinder, your first thought was that he’d probably gone and overdone it with the drugs again. It was becoming a familiar routine, taking care of him when nobody else cared. With a heavy sigh, you let him in, helping him stay on his feet and noticing how cold his skin felt.

"Dave, seriously, this time we might need to call a doctor."

"Nah," he grunted, voice strained. "No doctors. I'm good."

"What the hell happened to you?" You grabbed his hand and plopped down beside him. Whatever he'd taken this time, it was way gnarlier than his usual drug trips, and that's saying something. Dave looked like he was on the verge of sweating bullets even though it was a hot LA night. He was feverish, beads of sweat popping up on his forehead while he shook like a leaf. It should've been balmy, but if you judged by his icy-cold skin, you'd think it was the middle of winter.

"I got goddamn turned, that’s what happened" he hissed through clenched teeth, his whole body convulsing with pain. You took a step back, heart pounding like crazy. Well, that was one curveball you hadn't seen coming. Vampire attacks had become rarer than a sober rock star in the last few decades, but they still happened. You had a cousin who got bit a few years back, but luckily, the doctors managed to suck out the venom in the nick of time. That memory kicked you into high gear as you scrambled to find your damn keys.

"Dave, seriously, we gotta get you to the hospital. Maybe there's still a chance..."

"No, man, there's no damn time!" He yelled, desperate, and you just stared at him, totally stunned. "They made me drink their fucking blood. It's a done deal, I'm a fucking monster now, no way back from this!"

Your heart plummeted. Real-life vampire transformations weren't as simple as the movies and comics made them out to be. You had to get jabbed with vampire venom and guzzle some vampire blood almost right after to make it work. Plus, those bloodsuckers could choose whether to shoot their venom or just chow down on their victims.

So that meant the turnings were pretty much always on purpose.

Once it was done, it was game over.

You inched closer to Dave, your heart heavy as you gazed at the man you'd been secretly crushing on for ages. It was too painful, watching him suffer like this. You'd always held onto that hope that the stolen glances, the way you looked out for each other, and the sheer joy you found in each other's company would someday turn into something more than just friendship.

But right now, it felt like you were on the verge of losing him. Vampires weren't exactly welcome in human society; they were straight-up predators, destined to lurk in the shadows and strike when the night fell. If Dave had gone down that dark path, maybe it was time to say goodbye to the days of you two being together.

But you couldn't let that happen. You couldn't let him suffer, wounded, scared, and all alone.

Because you had an agreement.

You knew you could rely on him; he knew he could always count on you.

Dave's eyes widened as you got closer, extending your wrist toward him. He stared at you, confusion and hunger swirling in his dilated pupils. 

"Drink," you whispered, your voice trembling. He shook his head, looking horrified by the suggestion, but you closed the gap even more. "Please. You need this, Dave. You need me."

You shut your eyes and turned your head away as his hunger took over, and he sank his teeth into your skin.

It was one of those nights, the usual routine. You'd roll in from work, and there was Dave, chilling on your bed in the pitch-black room. You hadn't laid eyes on him for days, but you knew the drill. He hated having to feed, hated hurting people, but he couldn't seem to find any other way around it. Except for one option: you.

Dave had initially refused to feed on your blood ever since he had almost killed you, that night many months ago. You'd tried helping him find some alternative, but turns out, it was a way tougher gig than you'd thought. Animal blood did nothing for his thirst, and he wasn't skilled enough yet to drink from people without going overboard and killing them — or getting dangerously close to it.

The best you could come up with was nabbing a sip from folks who'd just kicked the bucket, but that meant finding fresh corpses without drawing any heat, and that was easier said than done. Maybe for him, it was a walk in the park, but for you, a regular human, helping him sneak into hospitals and morgues after dark was a recipe for disaster. Dave didn't want you caught up in the mess, or worse, in jail, because of him.

In the end, offering up your blood was the easier fix if he didn't want to go full-on vampire and start killing people. It was the one way he could hold onto a tiny shred of his former human self. At the beginning, it was rough on him, no doubt about it. You watched him suffer, saw how terrified he was of losing control.

But with time, he toughened up. After the initial shock wore off, his thirst started to chill out. Nowadays, he only needed a sip every week. You knew that if he was doing things the "old-school" vampire way, he'd be guzzling down a whole human's worth of blood every couple of months, but this was the sanest workaround you could come up with to keep the body count at zero.

You were cool with it, as long as he stuck around. As long as you knew he was okay.

At first, he used to nibble on your wrist for a meal. But after just a few weeks, he upgraded to the neck. It was smoother for him and more comfortable for you, too. Better access, and if you ever got woozy from the blood loss, he could keep you steady. But having him that close? Well, that was... let's say, unsettling. Sure, maybe he wasn't human anymore, but it didn't mean your feelings for him had just vanished. In fact, being the only tie he had to his old human self just made those feelings kick it up a notch.

"Your heart's pounding," he murmured, his eyes locking onto yours. You gulped hard, cursing how damn close you were, and how he could practically read your body like a book. After drinking your blood, his lips and cheeks had acquired a subtle pinkish tint, and his once warm, brown eyes had turned into this oddly beautiful shade of red.

"You freak me out," you fibbed, the excuse tumbling out in a rush but full of stubbornness. He grinned at your words, a playful glint in his eye.

"Do I now?" he teased, giving your hip a gentle squeeze as he pulled you closer. His chilly skin pressed against yours, sending shivers up your spine. He nuzzled your neck, his tongue brushing against your tender skin, making you whimper. "You know, they never spill this secret before they turn you – you can smell fear. And the scent of fear... it's something else. But you, you're not afraid of me, even though you probably should be."

"Why?" you breathed out, doing your best to shove aside the way your heart was practically doing a drum solo now. In the good old days, back when he was just human, you'd daydreamed about this like there was no tomorrow. To be this close to him, to feel his lips upon your skin. But now, with him all changed up, being this near wasn't anything like what you'd pictured.

"I could kill you right here, drain you dry," he growled, and you let out a little whimper as he bit down again, pulling you close and setting you down on the bed. His bite gradually turned into a sloppy, passionate kiss. You had to muffle a moan with your hand when he started sipping from your neck, taking even more of your blood. He backed off, fingers gripping your chin, making you meet his gaze. He studied your flushed face, lips slightly parted, eyes bleary. "And yet you like this. Why?"

"I dunno," you breathed out, shakily. You let out another whimper as he pressed his body against yours, his grip on your hair firm as he locked eyes with you, a fiery intensity in his gaze that revved up your heartbeat. You gasped in shock when he kissed you, his tongue diving into your mouth, the taste of your own blood making your head spin. You tugged at the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer like it was out of your control, and he let out a soft laugh against your lips.

"I can smell desire, too, you know?" he mentioned, his hand sneaking under your pants and tracing along the edge of your panties, sending shivers down your spine. You opened your mouth, caught off guard, your face turning all shades of red, suddenly feeling more exposed than ever with him. How could he read you like a book? You hated this new side of him, the side you didn't know how to deal with, the side that fully understood the power he had over you.

The side of him that enjoyed it.  

"Dave, we shouldn't be crossing this line," you managed to whisper, and he let out a grunt.

"We've already crossed so many lines," he argued. "Plus, I owe you. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

"I don't want us doing this just because you think you owe me," you frowned, and he huffed in response. You licked your lower lip, a fresh tension building between your legs. Even though you were still pissed at how he could see right through you, it wasn't like you didn't want this. "You can have whatever you want from me, no need to ask. As long as it's you..."

"No," he grumbled. "Don't say it like that, like I mean something to you. I'm a damn monst—"

"Oh, shut up," you whispered, cutting him off, and he gave you a puzzled look. Sure, he might be a whole new version of Dave from the one you used to know, but did it even matter? "You're not a monster. You got turned, yeah, but you're still you . And I'd give you anything, Dave, even if you were still human. That's how it's always been. I just..."

Your words trailed off as his lips crashed into yours again, his chilly hands gripping your waist firmly, and you couldn't help but let out a muffled moan.

"I wanna eat you whole," he groaned. "If you only knew how your heart races when I lay my eyes on you. It's driving me wild. If I'd known you felt like this sooner..."

"You know now," you whispered. His gaze locked onto yours, carrying a mix of anger, sadness, and something else. Something intense and deep that made your stomach twist and your skin tingle. Something that made you feel like he could have his way with you — and you'd let him.

"You're not exactly making this easy," he muttered, his voice low. You let out a nervous chuckle. You'd always pictured this — his body and yours, tangled up in your bed. In your fantasies, he was still human and madly in love with you. Was he in love with you now? Or did he only love how human you still were? How you stood by him even after his life had taken a nosedive and changed forever?

Did any of that really matter?

"I don't want easy," you replied, trailing your fingertips along his collarbone, slow and deliberate. You pulled him closer, your lips nearly brushing against his. You could feel his breath on your skin as he held you, making your heart race faster. "Everything's already a damn mess. If you wanna eat me whole, then just go ahead and do it."

He let out a deep groan as he yanked you closer, urgently, his hands roaming your body eagerly as you both stripped off your clothes. The room was dark, with only moonlight to guide you; his pale skin was smooth, soft against your naked form as his lips trailed all over you. You couldn't help but let out a throaty moan as he peppered you with kisses, drawing you closer and closer to him.

"Dave..." you hid your face in his hair as he teased your breast, biting down gently and leaving a trail of purple marks across your skin. He let out a low groan in response, grinding his hips against yours before pulling back slightly, looking deep into your eyes. He looked beautiful, supernatural; otherworldly strange, and that only made you love him even more. You wrapped your hand around his cock, using his precum as lubricant as you swiped your thumb over the tip in a slow, circular motion. He closed his eyes, grinding his hips against you as he let out your name in a strained moan. “Please, Dave, let me make you feel good.” you whispered. It was all you'd ever wanted, really — to serve him, to give him everything he craved and needed.

To be his, forever.

Dave moaned your name again, his strong arms pulling you close. You tangled your hands in his hair and locked your lips with his once more. His tongue dove into your mouth, kissing you with a fiery intensity. You wondered if it felt different for him now that he could sense the warmth of your blood, hear your heart racing, and smell how he was setting your body on fire.

He sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard as he kept kissing you. He let out a grunt when your lips traveled to his ear and then down his neck. You bit and sucked on his exposed skin while he dug his fingers into your hair, your lips and tongue exploring his chest, his stomach, his thighs.

And then his cock.

You started on his tip, your tongue slowly licking on it, pressing and rubbing it against your lips, tasting him leisurely. You raised your eyes to look at Dave; he looked back at you, his eyes bleary and out of focus as one of his hands grabbed a fistful of your hair. He wrapped his hand around his cock’s base, pressing it against your lips, and you opened your mouth obediently, welcoming him into your mouth.

“You’re so warm.” he whispered, his voice hoarse, his body tensing up as you moved your head slowly, up and down, the taste of his skin invading your mouth. He panted, bucking his hips forward. “You feel so good. Wanna cum inside your pretty mouth, oh fuck…” 

You whimpered as he started moving his hips, tears filling your eyes as he pushed your head down on his cock. He groaned, his grip on your hair growing tighter as he took control of you, pushing it slowly until you had all his length inside your mouth. He then pulled it out, rubbing the tip against your lips before he pushed again, and again, until he was moving in a steady rhythm inside your mouth. 

“Look at me.” he grunted, and you tried your best to raise your teary eyes and look at him. He groaned when his eyes met yours. You were trying your best to keep breathing while allowing him to fuck your mouth harder and harder. Your throat was growing sore as your pussy throbbed. You were such a mess. You were so happy. He needed you. You loved him. He was yours then, his lips parted as he moaned your name and his cock ravaged your throat, all control you both could have had in that moment forgotten as he arched his hips forward and moved faster, and harder, and… “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna-Oh, shit!” he cried out as he came inside your mouth. You did your best to swallow it, the bitter taste lingering on your mouth as he let go of your hair, his breath uneven as his eyes closed. 

You sat down in front of him, trying your best to clean up the mix of semen and drool that ran down your chin. He gazed at you, his red eyes shining in the dim room, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His ginger hair was like copper against his pale, bare skin; you were never gonna grow tired of how stunning he looked.

"Get over here," he murmured, pulling you closer. You settled onto his lap, legs wrapped around his waist as he nuzzled into the curve of your neck, his breath tickling your skin. He kissed your neck slowly, then moved up to give your earlobe a gentle nip, and you let out a sigh, shutting your eyes.

"Dave..." you whispered, a hint of pleading in your tone. He gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he continued to lavish your neck, jaw, and collarbones with kisses.You were miserably wet, your pussy aching as you felt his cock grow hard once more against your thigh.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”he whispered in your ear, and a soft moan escaped your lips as he grabbed your ass firmly. You pressed your body against his, burying your hands in his hair as you ground your hips together.

“Oh, fuck.” you whispered, tears pooling in your eyes again. Your whole body was aflame against his cold skin, fire and ice melting together. Your heart was pounding as he pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, holding your ass firmly. He grunted when you moved your hips eagerly, holding you into place and preventing you from sitting on his cock. “Dave…”

"You're gonna have to ask nicely," he whispered, his voice deep and alluring, like a predator who knew his prey couldn't escape. He whispered your name, his tone surprisingly tender, and you let out a sigh, your cheeks growing warm as he gripped your neck, his fingers urging your face to meet his gaze. "Tell me what you want."

“I want you to fuck me.” you pleaded, and he laughed at how easily he could command you. He was having fun, drunk in his power and in you, the sweet smell of your hair, of your blood, the warmth of your skin. It was inebriating, how completely surrendered to him you were. How fragile, and warm, and wanting. 

How human.

"Say please," he teased, a sly grin playing on his lips. You let out an exasperated groan.

"You're messing with me."

"Am I?" he pressed the tip of his cock harder against your entrance, and you whimpered when he penetrated you with his tip for just a bit before pulling out. “Tell me what you want.” he commanded, and you couldn't muster the strength to resist him any longer.

“Please, fuck me.” you pleaded, and he laughed before pulling you closer. You moaned as you felt his cock enter you, adjusting to his size as he pushed slowly. You gasped when he put it all inside, the tip of his cock hitting the sweetest spot inside of you. It felt so, so good. He was going so, so slow. It was maddening, you were on fire, you felt whole for the first time in forever. 

You started moving, slowly at first, but then setting into a steady pace as he held you close, burying your face in his hair. You were sure you were dying, drunk on the smell of his body and the feel of his cold skin against yours, but you couldn’t care less. It was like poison, feeling his cock thrusting deep inside of you as you moved up and down and he whispered your name, his voice strained as he moaned with you and held you so tight it felt almost as if he would break you. 

You didn’t care; you were his now. You were bonded to him. You were his.

You moaned his name as he started rubbing your clit, your pace growing faster as he pushed harder inside you. You were shaking, your legs were burning as you rode his cock; it felt like heaven. You whimpered when he slapped your ass, burying his nose on your neck and then biting on your skin, tasting your blood once again as you bounced on him. 

You knew he was close, too; his grip on your skin tightened as he pulled away, blood trickling down his chin as he looked deep into your eyes and you moaned louder and louder, your tits bouncing up and down as you chased your high, holding on to him like your life depended on it. 

“Dave, you feel so good. Dave, oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. Dave… ” you moaned, words growing irrational and senseless as your pussy started contracting slowly. He moaned, praising you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear — how you were such a good girl. How you tasted so good, how you felt so tight around his cock, how good it felt to be inside of you. You cried out as your orgasm took every little bit of control you had left, making your whole body contract and shake. 

Dave grunted, holding you close as he kept fucking you through your orgasm, sweet, lovely words leaving his lips like honey, taking you over the edge again, and again, and again, and now he was coming too, his thick semen filling you to the brim as his thrusts grew sloppier. You buried your face in his hair, allowing him to take his cock out of you, your pussy still throbbing with pleasure, feeling suddenly faint. 

"Oh, God," you whispered, and you could feel Dave's quiet laughter beneath you more than you could hear it as he held you close. "I think I might pass out."

"Fuck, I'm sorry," he whispered, panting, and you weakly chuckled. "You lost a lot of blood. I shouldn't have taken so much."

“I think I’d be okay if you weren’t fucking me while doing it.” you grumbled, and he laughed again. His fingers traced along your back, and you sighed contentedly as he lifted you effortlessly, placing you on the bed and lying down beside you. You opened your eyes, studying his face, taking in everything that made him who he was. He looked more like the old, human Dave than ever before, with the vulnerability he showed, that old beautiful smile on his lips, and a touch of cockiness that only made him more endearing. “What’s making you smile?”

"I love you," he said. You blinked, your lips parting slowly. For someone who prided yourself on not being easily surprised, you found yourself caught off guard by him quite often.

"I love you too," you managed to whisper with a giggle. He smiled and pulled you closer.

"I know. I've known for a while," he said, pressing his index finger against your chest. You blushed when you realized how fast your heart was beating. "See? It's so loud I'm surprised you can't hear it."

"Oh, shut up, you freak," you whispered, and he laughed. You studied his face, running your fingertips softly along his lower lip. "I'm kidding. You're not a freak. But I am. I'm in love with a damn vampire."

"Do you care?" he asked, a slight hint of worry in his voice. You smiled and shook your head.

"Hell no, Mustaine."

"Then it's all good."

"Yeah."

"As long as we're together," he whispered, and you smiled, knowing that nothing had changed after all. You knew you could always count on him; he knew he could always count on you.

You were bonded.

You were his.

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Rickmas 2023: Day 15. Cards and Coals | PL/Reader

AN: This one dedicated to @serenanight87 who keeps begging for more smut and is definitely getting coal in her stocking this year 😏

Content warning: set in a rehab clinic, mentions of suicide

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You had been in the rehab clinic for a little over three months now, and it was starting to look like you were going to be there over Christmas too. You could always discharge yourself, of course, as you were there voluntarily, but really you knew it was the right thing to stick around.

You were alone in the rec room, writing out a Christmas card to your family with a cigarette between your lips, when you heard the voice of one of the orderlies showing a new patient around.

“Oh, and there’s [Y/n]! Her room is right across from yours. [Y/n], you’ve got a new neighbour! This is Paul.”

You looked up to see that your new neighbour was a man in his late forties and strikingly handsome with a mop of blonde hair.

“Everyone calls me PL,” the handsome man said. He seemed stable enough, but then again so did a lot of people in this place until something went wrong.

“Well, how about I leave you two to get to know each other?” the orderly said before scurrying off, leaving you alone with PL.

You leaned back and looked him up and down as he sat down across the table from you with a sigh.

“Let’s see…” you said thoughtfully. “Suicide attempt?”

PL raised an eyebrow at you. “What makes you think that?”

“I have a radar for these sorts of things,” you grinned. “What’d you do?”

“Would you believe me if I said I was innocent?”

You laughed.

“Go on, you can tell me, it gets out eventually. I’ll show you mine, look.”

You pushed back your hair slightly to show him an angry red mark on the side of your head.

“My mam always did say I had a thick skull. Can’t even shoot myself right.”

PL stared at you, flabbergasted. “You shot yourself and survived?”

“Bullet couldn’t get past my skull. Rubbish bullet, if you ask me. Go on, then. I showed you mine, you show me yours.”

“I really didn’t try to kill myself,” PL insisted. “I slipped and fell into the bay. Doctors wouldn’t listen when I said it was an accident.”

“Ah… so you’re here involuntarily. Good luck with that! You’ll never get out.” You took a last puff from your cigarette and stumped it out. You glanced down at his hands, which were fidgeting slightly on the table. “Got a wife outside?” you asked.

“No. Got a husband?”

You scoffed. “Nope. Wanna fuck?”

“Do you proposition every newcomer here?”

“Nah. Just the hot ones. How about it? It has been a very long three months.”

PL looked you up and down, then shrugged. “Alright.”

***

A few minutes later, having dodged being spotted going back to the same room by an orderly, the door to your room closed behind you as PL pushed you up against it and locked his lips against yours. You opened your lips to let his tongue slip past, and already his hands were on your body, grabbing hungrily at you. You were horny and lonely, and he was hot, so you grabbed at him too, your lips separating briefly as you both pulled your tops off.

PL hesitated, staring at your body, one hand on your hip while the other caressed your breast through your bra.

“How old are you?” he asked quietly.

“Twenty-five. You?”

“Forty-nine. That alright?”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

He bent down on one knee and began nuzzling at your breasts, his nose caressing your skin as his tongue teased along the edge of your bra. He unzipped your trousers and pulled them down to your knees, causing you to gasp as the cold air hit your skin. His fingers danced along the edge of your knickers, then slid past to caress your lower lips.

Not having had sex in three months, you hadn’t groomed in all that time, but that didn’t seem to bother him. PL pulled down the cup of your bra and attached his lips to your nipple, at the same time pushing a finger up into you, easily aided by the liquid that had been pooling down there since you’d first laid eyes on him.

“Oh, fuck - PL…” you gasped, surprised that he was taking his time to explore you before even unzipping his trousers. You’d expected him to just ram it in as soon as he could, like every guy you’d ever been with before, but he seemed to be actually enjoying exploring your body.

Another finger joined the first, and you let out an embarrassing little whine when he scissored open his fingers, stretching your walls out. He let out a satisfied hum when he heard how much you were enjoying it, then with his spare hand he reached around your chest to unclasp your bra, which you promptly tossed aside.

PL released your breast from his mouth with a pop, leaving a shiny red mark behind around your nipple. He looked up at you, his amber eyes alight with mischief, and began thrusting his fingers up into you rapidly.

You cried out, and he had the nerve to shush you.

“Don’t want anyone to hear us, do we?” he said quietly, nodding at the door you were currently pressed up against.

“Bed,” you managed to say.

“If you insist.”

He withdrew his fingers from inside you, helped you step out of your trousers, and chuckled when you eagerly scurried over to your bed, which was hopefully far enough away that any orderlies walking by wouldn’t hear you. They never heard you touching yourself, or if they did they ignored it, but by the size of the bulge in PL’s trousers, you suspected you were going to be feeling a lot more pleasure today.

You sat on the side of the bed, and as soon as he got close enough, you hooked your finger under his waistband and pulled him closer.

“Someone’s eager,” he chuckled.

“Someone hasn’t been fucked in three months,” you replied with a grumble.

“Is that what you want?”

PL grabbed your wrists in his hands, stilling your fumbling attempts to get his trousers off.

“Do you want me to fuck you, [Y/n]?”

You looked up at him, and your cross expression only made him laugh.

“Yes. I think I made that pretty clear. Fucking ruin me, PL.”

“And you’re just across the hall from me…” PL said thoughtfully. He released your wrists from his grip, only to squeeze your cheeks to open your mouth, and he slid his fingers past your lips, and you tasted yourself on him.

“Suck me clean,” he growled. “Go on, I want to see how skilled you are with those lips of yours.”

You obeyed, wrapping your lips around his fingers entirely, your tongue running up and down his digits to lick your juices from his fingers. He watched you with a burning desire in his eyes while you took the opportunity while he was distracted to pull his trousers down, and you couldn’t help gasping around his fingers when his cock bounced out of his boxers. You could tell from his bulge that he was big, but you hadn’t realised he was that big.

PL chuckled and withdrew his fingers from your mouth. You reached for his cock, your mouth already open to take him, but he pulled your head back.

“Ah-ah,” he said, shaking his head. “If you do that, I might well finish before we get started. You said you wanted to fuck, and fuck we shall. Get on your back.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you said obediently, pushing yourself up the bed to lay your head on the pillows.

A strange look crossed PL’s face. “Don’t call me that.”

“Oh, sorry. Just slipped out.”

“It’s alright.” He pulled the rest of his clothes off until he was as naked as you, then climbed on top of you, crushing you beneath him with his weight, and you felt the tickle of his cockhead brushing against your thigh. His lips grazed against your neck, and he held your body flush against his, as if he knew how much the pressure of lying underneath him turned you on.

“Twenty-five, you say?” he mumbled as he raised his head to look at you.

“Yes,” you replied breathily, wondering why he was age checking you again.

“And you… know your parents?”

“God, I talk about them enough during therapy every week, I don’t want to talk about them now,” you complained, your hips wriggling underneath him as your cunt tried desperately to seek him out.

“But you do know them?”

You frowned at him. He was being completely bloody serious.

Well, maybe he was nuts enough to be here after all.

“Yeah, yeah, I know them. They’re paying for me to be here.”

“Alright.”

He slowly thrust his hips forward, his cock sliding against you, just missing where you wanted him, and you whined in frustration.

“PL, please, please, oh my god, I fucking need you to fuck me. Please, please…” You begged, almost crying with need, and PL sighed.

“Alright, alright! Jesus.”

He reached down between you and took his cock in his hand to guide it to your entrance.

“Yes, yes, PL, please, fuck - fuck!” You gasped as he finally, finally entered you, his girth stretching you out so sweetly as he sheathed himself inside you.

PL let out a long moan of satisfaction when he bottomed out inside you.

“Oh, that feels so good,” you sighed with relief, feeling that sweet burn you’d missed so much. And was it just because you’d gone so long without sex, or was the stretch even better than you remembered? Then again, PL was definitely the biggest cock you’d ever taken, and it felt fucking fantastic.

He began thrusting inside you, slowly, and he pushed himself up so that he was looking down at you, and all you could see above you was him, his gorgeous hairless chest and his pleasure-addled expression.

“Faster,” you begged, your hips trying fruitlessly to thrust up against him from below, but he had you too trapped to give you any space to move. “Please, faster, faster…”

“Hungry little thing, aren’t you?” PL smirked.

“Yes! Yes, I’m fucking desperate, PL, please. You can fuck me slowly some other time, we’ve got months, but I really need to be railed, please.”

“Alright, then.”

You groaned in relief as his hips snapped faster against yours, finally bringing you the pleasure you’d been craving so desperately. He felt so damn good inside you, just big enough to stretch you out without hurting, and when he sat up on his knees a little more, his angle changed and his cockhead found your G-spot, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

“Thought we didn’t want to get caught?” PL smirked.

“Don’t - care - fuck, that’s so good - god, you’re gonna make me cum so hard, PL…”

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes!”

PL grinned and threw his head back, his eyes closed, and you both lost yourselves in the ecstasy of your violent pleasure. There was nothing else in the world, nothing at all, just you and him and the smacking of his skin against yours, your groans and breathy mutterings of yes and please and so good.

Your groans peaked into a cry of pleasure when you felt PL’s thumb pressing at your clit, rubbing around the juices that were leaking from where the two of you joined. You grabbed at his thighs, desperate for more of him, and your nails dug into his skin as you felt an explosion of pleasure within you, causing your entire body to violently shake as you came harder than you had in what felt like an age.

With a gorgeous girl underneath him, screaming his name as she writhed in pleasure, what else could PL do but cum? Your channel clenched around him as he shot his seed inside you and you milked him dry for all he had. His groan was deep, guttural, animalistic and absolutely fucking beautiful.

He dropped your legs, his energy spent, and had to stop himself from collapsing on top of you, as much as you wanted his body weight on you.

“Fucking hell, [Y/n],” he panted. “I’d have gone to rehab a lot earlier if I’d known this was what it was like.”

You laughed. “A bunch of sad, isolated fucked up people confined to one building - what did you think was gonna happen?”

PL pulled out of you and rolled over to prop himself up on his elbow next to you. “And you say you’ve not fucked since you got here?”

You shrugged. “Doesn’t feel right… like I’m taking advantage of their vulnerability, y’know? But you’re hot, and you’re not supposed to be here either, so I figured it’s alright. Hang on, I gotta go to the bathroom.”

When you returned, PL was unfortunately now wearing his boxer shorts again, but he was still on your bed, so you took that as a win.

“What do you mean, I’m not supposed to be here either?” he asked curiously.

You froze in the middle of climbing underneath the blanket. Oh, damn. You hadn’t meant to say that.

Your hand flew to your scar instinctively, and you sighed.

“I didn’t shoot myself,” you admitted. “I said I did it myself to cover for the person who did.” You looked up at him urgently. “Don’t tell anyone, please. I don’t want him to go to prison.”

“Him?”

“Not the kind of him you’re thinking. We’re related, let’s leave it at that.”

PL glanced away, his eyes looking distant for a brief moment, then he shook his head as if to shake off whatever thought had crossed his mind.

“I should be ready to go again in about ten minutes if you like,” he suggested. “Since you’re so determined to set the speed, maybe you can take charge this time.”

“Are you asking me to ride you, PL?” you asked flirtatiously. “You are a naughty one, aren’t you?”

“Santa’s definitely bringing me coal for my stocking this year.”

You laughed. “Alright. You know, I think we’re going to have a lot of fun here.”

#rickmas2023 #alan rickman #pl o’hara #an awfully big adventure #pl x reader

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being best of friends with Michael Kaiser. Nothing romantic? but really, chaotic.

"What do you have in there Kaiser?" You asked eyes wide at the obviously reddish fresh tattoo all over his wrist into his neck. "Football ball?" He replied like it was something so dumb obvious. Well he was holding a ball, after all the two of you had practice one on one today, without ness bothering the shit out of you two. "Oh hell nah you did not just went to get a tattoo without me!"

"Not gonna lie, it's itchy as fuck." "Then go scratch it or something." You roll your eyes at him as you drink for a break. "My hands are full." Well basically he was holding a sports drink on his supposed to be free hand while his left hand was basically incapable of scratching itself. Looking at him before raising a brow, you smirk and kick the ball you've never stopped playing with your feet. "Suffer then, your highness."

Imagine unlike Ness, you were quite chill around him. Having to know each other for a long time now before having to go and pursue the same dream, only with different heights. The two of you end up joining the very same team to your surprise. "You again? Give me a break." "Oh please, as if it was all joy seeing your face everyday."

Imagine although you aren't as good as Kaiser when it comes to football, you were at least at Ness level. Following the team philosophy, you were alright having to support the very same guy you were supporting for a very long time now. As Ness acted like a annoying love sick puppy, you on the other hand was more like a sturdy tree that Kaiser could relax and lean on.

"I can't.." "Huh?" Ness eyes widen as you tried to lift yourself up but end up couldn't. "I can't.. move my right foot, Ness. Help me up " You spoke as you held up a hand for support in which Ness, the closest teammate on sight dumbfoundedly offer you a hand in return. Grabbing his hand for support and helping you up, you felt a sharp pain on your ankle that you end up whining but had to keep on a calm face once you saw Kaiser approaching across the field.

Imagine, although you were just as good as Ness in terms of skills, your attitude once the match start was on a similar level with your best friend Kaiser. So in the eyes of other, you were a damn arrogant prick who doesn't know their place, what more would they want to do when they saw that audacious stare of yours than to intentionally cause you harm?

"What hap- you- sche-!" "Hey hey hey, calm down, I'm fine. I'm fine, I think it's just a sprain." "Wer hat dir das angetan?" "Kaiser." You place a hand on his shoulder as you see him really to explode in anger. "Calm your shit, they're already out the game." That was the truth, while you were trying your best to stand on your own earlier, the person who did this to you was already called off by the officials and is now out of the game. "Calm your shit your highness, the last thing I want is the team loosing there shit over such thing, so calm down while I get this checked by the doctor on standby, okay?" Giving his shoulder a squeeze, Ness supported you until you reach your team side which already put on a substitution.

Imagine Kaiser was never the one to lost his cool, but damn. Seeing you bitting your lip trying to hide away your pain from him. He want to turn the world upside-down. But then again, you want him and calm and collected all throughout the game. And the only way to do that right now is to aggressively crush the opponents. After all, messing with you, his best friend means messing with him. And he's going to make them realize they fucked up real hard for harming you.

"How was it?" "How are you." He frown "I'm fine." "Goo-" "Just a complete tear of the ligament-" "Verdammt! I should have fucking-!" "Kaiser." You grab him by his cheeks as you made him look at you. "I'll be fine, it's going to take months for treatment but I'll be fine. Why are you so mad? That's unlikely of you man. Calm your shit and go grab me a drink or something, I'm thirsty." You pout, eventually letting go of his face and getting more comfortable on the hospital bed.

Imagine the way he took a step back, holding up a hand on his face to cover half of it as he suddenly felt his cheeks hot. And looking at you now busy making yourself comfortable on the hospital bed. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Heart strangely beating wild on his chest.

"Heh, I'm not your peasant. Go ask someone." "Yeah yeah whatever you say, your highness." Rolling your eyes at him and eventually met with nothing but silence, you let out a chuckle and he did too a little as soon as your chuckle turn into laughter. "But seriously man, it hurts like shit." "Should I go get a doctor?" "No, just stay here with me." "Alright." "But do tell Ness or someone to call a nurse or someone." "Okay."

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: who did this to you?

#blue lock #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk scenarios #bllk imagines #bllk kaiser #blue lock kaiser #blue lock x you #blue lock fanfic #blue lock x y/n #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser #kaiser x you #kaiser x y/n #kaiser x reader #alexis ness #kaiser is your best friend because why not #and maybe maybe he does have feelings for you

[t0ast-ghost]

S2 episode 25 (Bread And Circuses) oh goodness oh my. I’m not ready. I’m so ready.

Okay get ready:

- They’re all standing on the enterprise bridge completely still. As if in tableau.

- Of course they’re beaming down to a dangerous planet with only the top three officers. Why even use reason at this point.

- Kirk outside the ship in his green shirt <3 (I keep thinking of it as his pjs)

- McCoy is very hostile towards Spock today. Hope they don’t get put in a situation with sharp objects…

- “Once, just once, I’d like to land someplace and say, ‘behold, I am the archangel Gabriel.’” “I fail to see the humour in that situation, Doctor.” “Naturally. You could hardly claim to be an angel with those point ears, Mr. Spock. But say you landed someplace with a pitchfork.” This is proving my theory that they’re the angel and devil on Kirk’s shoulders

- “We come from another… province.” Canadian moment

- “What do you call those?” “I call them ears.” There is no end to Spock’s audacity

- “Captain, I thought you might find this interesting.” Spock hands Kirk a newspaper with a shirtless man on the cover

- “Will you help us?” No one can outright deny this twunk

- Spock in a hat

- McCoy in a regular short sleeve shirt and bell bottom pants is <3

- no words for this one

- it’s like this episodes message is mirroring our own world or something… nah

- McCoy is already picking fights. Spock is indulging him. They’re not enemies to lovers. They’re enemies AND lovers.

- McCoy not afraid to slap a bitch

- So Merrick killed all of his crew… right?

- McCoy and Spock just flirting (debating) in public

- AND they threatened McCoy and Spock

- As Jim takes the communicator to assumedly order the crew down he has a shit eating grin… so it’s safe to assume he’s not gonna do that

- “Must you always be so blasted honest?!”

- He’s just talking on his cellphone

- Scotty is talking to his diary, Uhura is listening

- Jim is so scared for what’s about to happen

- McCoy and Spock about to face off against two shirtless men

- “I don’t mind fighting but… why you?” That gladiator took one look at them and went, ‘why are they making us fight these two nerds?’

- Camera goes to McCoy -> sound guy ups the catcalls

- I love Spock fighting really hard in the background and McCoy just.. he don’t want to

- “Do you need any help, Doctor?” “What ever gave you that idea?” “[random gladiator]Fight, you pointed eared freak!” “You tell him, buster! Of all the completely… ridiculous, illogical questions I ever heard in my life!” Then Bones falls on his ass and Spock comes to his rescue, happily ever after

- Those pants make Kirk’s ass look flat… unfair

- Spock trying to break the bars while McCoy sits in the most strange way possible

- Spock has tried to get them out the same way fifteen times. He wants his boyfriends safe.

- Me: awww McCoy and Spock having a genuine moment… nope they can’t last ten seconds (maybe they are divorced)

- McCoy pins Spock against the wall of the cell to make his point

- Spock’s pouty expression…

- “Why you wouldn’t know what to do with a genuine warm decent feeling.” “Really doctor?” They’re giving each other ‘fuck me’ eyes

- Their fight ended with “I’m worried about Jim too” like McCoy knows Spock feels emotions but represses them and is ‘trying’ to understand him

- Kirk, I implore you not to kiss this woman- that went out the window so fast

- Never mind what I said about the pants making his ass flat. I was severely wrong. Forgive me.

- KIRK STRAIGHT UP KILLED THOSE GUYS

- Ohhh Merrick stole the communicator

- Kirk giving commendation to Scotty for not breaking the prime directive is priceless. ‘Good self control, Mr Scott.’

- I love how Spock and McCoy are both saying things about Flavius (agreeing with each other)and as soon as Spock speaks about studying the sun religion, McCoy looks like he’s going to explode

I both like and hate the relationship they have with Spock and McCoy in this one cause it’s so magnetic but I don’t know if it’ll ever be evolved past this and that makes me sad.

Masterpost

Episode written by Gene Roddenberry and Gene L. Coon

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #tos spock #leonard bones mccoy #tos bones #tos mccoy #captain james kirk #tos kirk

[faceless-es]

Thoughts On Milgram Characters

(This is pretty lighthearted and doesn’t go too deep into them as characters, just silly thoughts that pop into my head)

Haruka - I kin this man. Ever since I saw Weakness and was hit by a fucking bus of relating to later being hit by a fucking train from All-Knowing and All-Agony. (If you all are curious I wrote an entire note on all the lyrics and how I relate when I first watched it and basically trauma dumping, may show it if demanded) Besides kinning him I feel a lot of empathy and attachment for him. Do I condone his actions? Hell nah, but I just want him to have therapy and love. I rest my case.

Es - I love them. (I don’t know if I kin them or if they’ve just taken over my very being but-) There’s never been a snarky 15 year old in fiction I have adored more. I love their personality. The sudden changes in their personality with the bell and such leads me to be very curious about them, and also deeply concerned. Their lack of memory does the same. I worry for their future. I worry for them. The theories don’t help. Don’t hurt them, please. I want to take them and carry them away. Also, they are very much gender. Their voice is also very gender.

Fuuta — Our silly little gamer boy. I love him. He’s cocky, but he also is remorseful. He’s reflective and realizes his actions were not just. He’s smart. He calls shit out. He has good intentions. He’s snarky, fiery, but kind and passionate and willing to learn. He’s very reasonable, like if I were a prisoner in MILGRAM I wish I would be like him. His actions make so much sense and I applaud him for it. He doesn’t deserve this shit. He’s been wronged. I love him, a lot. Everything about him. I want him to have happiness. I also love his voice.

Kazui — Our dearest gay(?) man. I love him. (I say that a lot, don’t I?) I want him to take me under his wing. I love him. He’s so fatherly. He’s so fucked up. He’s the dearest. I’d love to talk to him and help him accept himself. I’d also recommend therapy. Our dear man, he’s so attractive too. But that’s besides the point, he’s also just so goofy. I love him. He deserves to live a good life and be loved for who he is.

Shidou — Our lovely doctor. I feel like he’s very misunderstood in the community, so many people say he’s an organ harvester, when he would just ask families to pull the plug and donate organs to other patients. He’s often painted out to be some crazy mastermind, I may just be dumb but I don’t see that to be the case at all. I think he’s lovely. He may be a bit of a mystery but I still love him. He doesn’t seem to be an ill-intentioned person at all. He also deserves therapy. I’d love to help him. Poor guy.

Yuno — I love her a lot. I love her personality, no matter if it’s “cold” or not. I completely stand by her. She deserves the world. I feel she needs therapy. She’s amazing and I love her sassiness and bluntness. The way she calls shit out as it is. She’s great.

Mikoto — Oh, dearest! This man, I love him. I love him more and more each day. Every theory I read about him leads me to have more and more empathy for him. God, I worry a lot for him. I hate how much he’s sexualized. I hate how he can be misunderstood or demonized. He doesn’t deserve any of it. I want to take him far, far away from it all. He needs therapy. I want him to be okay. I fear for him. I want to give him a big hug, and tell him it’s okay. God, I love him and his complexities as a character.

Mahiru — Oh, dearest. She had such hopes and happiness all shatter. Poor girl. She needs therapy, for sure. I feel bad for her. She clearly didn’t know what she was doing was wrong. I really hope she will be okay. She doesn’t deserve such pain.

Amane — She may be a bit of a brat, but I’ve grown to care for her more the more I learn. Poor girl has been traumatized so badly, I feel so bad for her. I do not agree with the way she uses her religion, but what can you expect? She was raised in a cult, it’s all she’s known. This poor girl, I want to hold her close. She needs therapy. She’s 12 for gods sake. I wish she didn’t have to go through all this. I hope she will break free from the cult. I still am angered by how low her vote has been, seems many people dislike her. I get that her personality is not great, but you have to take into account her circumstances.

Muu — Ah, our manipulative rich girl. I can’t say I like her, since that’d be a lie, although her songs are absolute bops. Yet, I don’t despise her, I just very much dislike her personality. She’s manipulative and self centered, perhaps partly due to her upbringing. She was likely a bully herself too. Not good vibes from her. Does she deserve to be thrown into some torture chamber prison for that? No, of course not. Also, Muu, stay away from Haruka. I’m warning you.

Kotoko — Ah, the savior complex vigilante. If you couldn’t tell by that, I don’t like her much. In fact, her self righteousness gets on my nerves a tad. She judges anyone and everyone freely based solely on her beliefs, yet she always is in the right somehow? Don’t like it. Although, the way she is a parallel to us the audience is genius. Really makes you think, huh? I’ll give her that, she makes me think. I wish she’d get off of her high horse though. I can sense there’s some deep insecurity in her, perhaps that’s why she does this. She is interesting, and could become a better person with work perhaps.

I hope no one is offended by this, these are just some thoughts that popped into my head when thinking of them. It’s pretty lighthearted. I mean no disrespect, all the characters are morally grey! I just have my own biases and therefor like some more than others. Thanks for reading it you did!

#milgram #milgram project #haruka milgram #es milgram #kazui milgram #shidou milgram #fuuta milgram #yuno milgram #mahiru milgram #mikoto milgram #muu milgram #amane milgram #kotoko milgram

[hydrangea-mon-amor]

Visit me, will you?

Yandere! Male OC x reader

Trigger warning! Yandere behavior, obsessive behaviors, non consensual touch, forced relationship, forced proximity, Murder (message me privately if you feel I need to add more)

Side note — if you read the trigger warning and still were triggered by the content (or any that I’ve wrote) please message me ASAP and tell me about it. This goes for all of my works, but I do not mean harm writing these stories and the content of my blog are dark and heavy. I DO NOT condone this behavior and if any of you see yourself in a situation like this I urge you to seek help.

AUTHORS NOTE: please everyone if you see yourself in a situation even slightly like this I urge you to seek help and assistance. There are actual creeps out in the world that pretend to be kind and good but really just leech off of you. And with a closing note, I do note condone any of the obsessive behavior in this fic! There is a distinct line of fantasy and reality and this work is pure FANTASY.

Summary! Your boyfriend has a game tomorrow and coerced you agree to come. The next day at school your friends had enough of your constant absence and forces you to hang out with them. You ultimately agree because in truth: this is what you needed, a day with them and not your boyfriend. You did not expect your boyfriend to get wind of this and the fallout that ensues.

— AGAIN IF ANY OF THE TRIGGER WARNING I LISTED TRIGGERS YOU THEN PLEASE DONT READ FURTHER.

Your uncomfortable.

You try to lay steadily in your stalkers boyfriends bed, but with how tightly his hands are wrapped against you, you can’t find it in yourself to continue. It doesn’t help with the fact that he’s sloppily giving kisses to your neck.

“Hey, could we maybe switch positions?” You try to urge, but it only had the opposite effect. His hold on you tightens and he leans in closer to you.

“I like this position baby.” You adamantly cringe at the pet name.

“Will you come to my game tomorrow baby?”

You know you can’t say no, the last time you did your boyfriend got so upset he cried for two straight hours begging you on his knees to reconsider. Claiming that if you didn’t come you didn’t love him anymore.

“Sure, I’ll see if my schedule—“

He tightens his hold.

You can barely breathe.

“You will come, won’t you?” He asks in a sweet tone but you know the true meaning.

“I-yes I’ll come.” His hold loosens and he continues coddling you.

You pray that he’ll let you go in a couple of hours. Because even that is a blessing from him.

✎……. ✎……. ✎……. ✎……. ✎……

The day of the game your at lunch at your boyfriends table. Which If your honest is just the popular kids all together. You try not to make eye contact with your boyfriends ex-girlfriend Valery. Her family is said to be really famous doctors with a hospital in your city. You don’t think she gives two fucks about you because honestly, she looked happier.

You would be too if you weren’t here.

“So Jaydee excited for the game?” Oscar, one of his best buds asks.

“Of course man, especially since I got my amazing boyfriend/girlfriend to come watch. You’ll cheer for us right honey?” You nod sheepishly. You can see his friends laugh.

“Nah, they made you their bitch man. You can’t go two seconds without talking to them.”

“Or fucking them.” Jaydee adds. You jab him at the shoulder. A silent plea to stop whatever he was doing.

“Aww look, you are embarrassed. Come on sweet cheeks, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He kisses you lightly on the head.

You want to decapitate him.

“Anyways,” Valery is the one to switch topics, and deep down your glad it’s her. “On the topic of the game, when is it going to be held?”

“8:00 pm, and our coach is deciding to be an ass about it. He’s making us practice until then. Can you believe that? Almost six hours of practicing?” Some of his teammates share in his complaint. You’re not sure what to expect when he turns to look at you. “Will you watch me at practice? I’ll make sure to put in my all if you’re there. You know how happy I get.”

“So happy your broke a kids leg from the adrenaline.” You say under your breathe. But it doesn’t go unnoticed. But you know the real reason. Jaydee, your boyfriend, decided to break his leg because he noticed him looking at you and smiling. It wasn’t even more than one glance but in your boyfriends eyes it must have been thousands. He got away with it because for 1. He’s the quarter back and 2. Everyone in his team loves him. Especially is coach. You don’t think they know that he did it on purpose, and your not sure if you do.

“Oh yeah! I remember that day, Tyler had it coming if I’m honest.” Oscar gloats.

“Tyler definitely had it coming that day.” Jaydee adds not a second later.

Tired of this you decide to make a last ditched effort to leave. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You inform.

“Okay, guys I’ll be right back I’m going to walk them off.” He gets up from his seat and readies himself to walk with you.

“That won’t be needed.” You tell him.

“But—“

“Jaydee, I know where the school bathroom is, I’ll be just fine. You don’t have to loom over me like a helicopter. It’s not like I’m going to go anywhere.” You stare at him, he stares at you.

“Come on man, just let them go. What’s the worse that could happen?”

“A lot.” He says under his breath.

“What was that?” Valery questions.

“Nothing.” He looks at you again, leans into you, making it look as if he’s going to kiss your cheek. “Let me go with you baby. You know how crazy I get if I can’t have you side by side with me. You don’t want let’s say Oscar to be my next blood bag would you? Let me come with you and nothing bad will happen.” He whispers in your ear. Softly touching your cheek with his hand.

“And if I don’t?” You whisper back, curling your fists.

“You wouldn’t want to know what happens. Trust me.” He leans out, holding your hand and smiling at you. His friends look expectant of an answer.

“On second thought,” it’s torture for you to say these words, “I think I would like to have Jaydee with me.”

“Really! Thank you honey I knew you wouldn’t upset me!” He pulls you into a soul crushing embrace. Swinging you side to side, you decide to just deal with it.

His friends grimace, “okay we get it you two love and fuck each other all the time! Get a room will you, wouldn’t want to disturb your momentum.”

“Aye aye coach.” Your boyfriend replies. His voice muffled from his face being smushed into the crook of your neck. You can’t believe how you got yourself into this situation in the first place.

You can’t deal with this so you simply take the lead and start walking, your boyfriend trailing after you like a lost puppy. Once he catches up to you he snakes his hand around you waist and kisses you on the head.

“Let’s take the long way.”

“Why?”

“Because then I can be with you longer.”

Of course, you think.

“Jaydee, I’ll be quick.” His lips turn into a pout. “Jaydee.”

“Babyyyyy” he whines.

“Jaydee, like I said I will be quick. Stop acting like a baby and wait.” You try to pry his hands away from you but he doesn’t budge.

“I’m only a baby for you.”

“Clearly” you mutter to yourself. You try not to let his sometime cringe behavior get to you but goodness is it hard.

From the corner of the hallway two girls emerge and once they notice the lean build of your boyfriend they come rushing down. You silently thank whatever god you believe in, thinking that this is what will give you leeway to leave. You know the girls well. In the past they were known to have massive crushes on your boyfriend and you’re thankful that their obsession over him isn’t over. It gives you hope that he’d leave you for one of them which would mean that you would finally be free.

Jaydee’s hold on you tightens.

Of course with their not so secretive crush your boyfriend would surely hear wind of this. You know how many times he’s vented to you about them, the many times he complained about them to you. But you had hope. You hoped he would like them one day and stop caging you in like a bird.

“Hello ladies.” He greets. A practiced smile on his face. Then they both lean in to give him a hug, even surprising you. You assumed the gesture caught him off guard because he then lets you go. You don’t waste this opportunity and bolt to the nearest restroom. Letting him deal with the two girls.

However, when you get inside the bathroom you notice the silhouette of two familiar students. Your heart rate picks up. When was the last time you hung out with them? When was the last time you hanged out with your own friends? Your hand instinctively reaches for the doorknob but you can’t bring it in yourself to leave. You can’t bring it in yourself to leave the people that were with you since day one. And if things couldn’t get worse their gaze fallows yours. Now you all stand there, unblinking and unmoving. Unable to do anything expect just take in the others presence.

“Y/n?” One of them calls, almost like a question. Their voice soft and sweet and so completely welcoming. It takes everything in you to not cry. You can’t understand how they are still so sympathetic to you.

“Hello…guys.” You are sheepish and you wish to curl into a ball. You remember the countless times you rejected their offers to hang out in favor of Jaydee. The guilt crashes down onto you like a wave and it almost drowns you.

“It’s been a while.” Your other friend says.

“It has, hasn’t it?” You agree.

The air is still for a while, none of you say anything for a protracted moment. Until your friend can’t handle it anymore and bluntly blurts out:

“Hang out with us. Come to the movies or something, play video games with us or fuck it take a walk with us just spend some time with your friends. Ever since you got a boyfriend seven months ago you been ignoring us like the plague, rejecting invites, blowing off our calls, ditching us—“

“And it’s been torture ever since!” You blurted.

“Y/n…” you seem to realize of what you just said.

“Never mind forget I said anything.” You turn to leave when you feel a hand clasping around yours.

“Movies at 8:00pm. Take it or leave it. But please take it.” You stare at them. They just had to pick the time that syncs with your boyfriends game.

“I’ll…think about it.” Your friends shake their head.

“No Y/n, you are coming.”

“But—“

“No if’s or buts you’re hanging out with us and that is final. No more screwing us off in favor for you dipshit of a boyfriend.”

“I—okay fine. I’ll come.” You turn your back with your friends smiling off their victory.

You step outside the bathroom your boyfriend waiting patiently. His feet tapping against the floor tiles, arms crossed and a ticked off expression.

“Those two bitches tried to get my number.” He states. Tugging you into his embrace. “You know how hard I had to try to get them off of me, how many time I had to remind them that I was already taken and belonged to someone else? That i belonged to you. But nooo, they wouldn’t let up and I just got so mad that I guess I kind of lost it.” He chuckles bitterly. But you start to get scared, and rightly so.

“Jaydee…what did you do?”

“Don’t worry about it baby, let’s go to class yeah? The bell is going to ring in a few minutes.”

The school day ends with Jaydee walking you to your locker. His arms on your shoulder matching your pace. When you first started dating him you thought it was cute but now you’re just revolted by it. But you don’t attempt to break up with him anymore, not after what happened the last time.

“Come to my practice in preparation for the game yeah?”

“Jaydee about that, I’m actually busy. Sorry but I can’t come.” His face drops.

“But…why? Was it something I did, why won’t you come?” You scan the area, grateful no one is in the hall you two are in.

“It’s nothing you did I just have plans.” He seems to prick up from this.

“Plans? With who? Where? Why? Why are you ditching me baby? I thought you loved me, I thought you loved us!” He’s getting more desperate now. Both of his hands on your shoulders, gripping you like he’ll die if he won’t. “I-I’ll get you anything you want! N-new shoes? I’ll just get my sister to buy it for you, she’ll understand. I-I promise! Please just come! C-come cheer me on! And then when the game is over we can go back to my house and play a movie and c-cuddle! Y’know, like what we always do!”

“Jaydee we always go to your house.”

“I don’t care you like it better, and it’s bigger.”

“Never thought you were the materialistic type.”

“Course not, my type is you.” You may have fallen for that if you actually loved him.

“Jaydee, I’m not going to be able to make it.” You try to say for the last time. He looks as if he is contemplating.

“Fine.” You’re shocked.

“Really?” He nods his head.

“Consider it a reward. You’ve been good since…the last time.” He’s referring to the time you tried to break up with him and leave. Like he would let you do that twice. “But,” he moves to hold your hands “you will come to my game. Promise me you will.” You clench your fists. Damn your friends, couldn’t have they pick a different time to watch the movie?

“Jaydee I’m sorry but—“

“Promise. Say that you will. I need to hear it, I need to hear you say that you’ll come. I think I’ll die If I don’t. You don’t want me to hurt myself would you baby? Of course you won’t, you love me! You wouldn’t want to the future father of your kids hurt because of you, now would you? But even then, if I did hurt because of you, I’d still love you. With. Every. Fiber. Of. My. Being.“ the worst part is, you don’t doubt him one bit.

“And If I don’t?”

“Then you won’t like the aftermath of what happens.” His attention is driven elsewhere when he notices his coach waving him over. “Have to go now sweet cheeks, meet you at my game?” You shakily nod. “See? That’s the angel I know.” He presses a kiss to your cheek before jogging off.

Do you listen to him and go to his practice to then sit through his game? No, you decide to listen to your friends and hang out with them instead.

✎……. ✎……. ✎……. ✎……. ✎……

You arrive to your house late into night, a smile widely spread across your cheeks. You’ve forgotten how fun it was to be with your own people instead of trying to fit into a friend group that you don’t belong in.

The whole time you were out not once have you used your friends. That is for two reason, 1. You didn’t want text messages disturbing your time with your friends and 2. You specifically didn’t want Jaydee’s texts filling your messages. Undoubtedly Sues that he would be inconceivably mad and irritated.

However when you decide to go to the bathroom you hear a ding on your phone. You decide that it’s time you finally check what’s been going on, but when you do you feel your heart sink.

JAYDEE AKA MONSTER: baby where are you? I don’t see you amongst the crowd.

JAYDEE AKA MONSTER: baby you said you’d come, why can’t I see you? Are you running late.

JAYDEE AKA MONSTER: sweet cheeks please respond I’m getting worried, I’ve asked everyone on my team if they saw you they say they haven’t.

JAYDEE AKA MONSTER: honey our game is going to start in a few minutes if I don’t see your face in the crowd I’m going to be upset. You don’t want me to be upset would you?

JAYDEE AKA MONSTER: baby?

JAYDEE AKA MONSTER: why won’t you answer me!

But none of these messages could amount to the absolute fear you feel from the last one.

JAYDEE AKA MONSTER: wow honey, I can’t believe this. Valery told me everything.

Delivered 10:17pm.

You fucked up. You know you fucked up. You look at your phone again, this time three little dots pop up making you aware that Jaydee has definitely seen that you’ve read his messages and he still has one last thing to say.

JAYDEE AKA MONSTER: Y/n, if you don’t want to be punished more than I intend to then I suggest you walk to my place now.

You don’t question him one bit.

When you get to his front porch you knock on Jaydee’s door five times. A few minutes later his sister opens the door, the famous model Dante.

“It’s you.”

“It’s me.” You’re sheepish. Dante looks behind her.

“You should get in before things get worse for you, Jaydee is not happy.” She leans back into her house and holds the door while you walk inside.

You forgot how mentally deranged his whole family is. You remember hearing a rumor in the news that Dante herself kidnapped someone. You don’t have the guts to ask her personally though.

“He’s in the basement.” Dante tells you, a popsicle in her mouth.

“Oh uh, thank you.”

“You won’t thank me after what you’ll see. That’s for sure.” You try not to let her words get to you but you also don’t take her lightly.

You’ve been to Jaydee’s house multiple times before, times where you were actually proud to call him yours. When this house felt like a second home, and you actually loved him.

You tiptoe until you get to the door that leads to the basement. Already you smell a metallic stench.

This isn’t good.

“Jaydee? I’m here! Please—please don’t do anything so rash.” Your voice is meek. Actually, you don’t think your voice had enough volume to it to be heard by anyone. You tiptoed quietly until you’ve reached the bottom. You wait a few minutes, and you don’t see the presence of anyone in here. But the metallic stench reeks the air and fills your nostrils. You can hardly bare it.

“Baby!”

You whip your head around.

“J-Jaydee? Is that you?” You can’t help but stutter. Your boyfriend is covered from head to tow in blood. His face is smeared in red and his clothes drenched. There is a steel knife in his hand, that too coated in blood.

He pouts.

“What? You’re saying you don’t remember your own boyfriend? Aww baby you’re so silly. If I didn’t love you the way I did, I think I would have gotten offended. Could thing I’m not though, right?” You stare at his blood soaked body and knife.

“Jaydee I don’t think this is—“

“Come come! I have something to show you.” He doesn’t give you time to speak, already he is tugging onto your arm. You use your free hand to clog your nose. He leads you to a cleared out space in the basement. For the hundredth time in this relationship your heart drops.

“Tada! Do you like my present?” In two tied chairs sat two people bound in ropes. Their eyes are gouged out of the sockets, layers of skin skinned off and in some areas burnt. Their bones are cracked in odd angles and pieces of muscle sliced from their bodies. If it weren’t for their clothes you’re not sure you would know who they were and the significance of them.

They were you friends. And Jaydee had just killed them. Tears prick at the sides of your eyes, how can you even begin to comprehend this? And worst of all, how can Jaydee look at you like this was your fault? A smile ear to ear plastered on his face. He finally drops the knife and in its place he reaches for you. He pulls you into his embrace, the blood on him now coating onto you. “Your reaction is enough to show me this was an adequate way to punish you. It’s okay, this is all you have to go through tonight. I promise I won’t make you feel like a burden in our relationship anymore.”

Burden?

You’re too caught up in your emotions that you haven’t even realized you’ve said that out loud. “That’s why you decided to not be with me today isn’t it? I give other girls and guys too much of an idea don’t I? That’s why you’ve decided to hang out with those…hindrances, because I wasn’t giving you enough attention right? Don’t you understand baby? I had to do this, I had to get rid of them. This is a testament to my love for you, don’t you get it? This was all for you.”

“But this wasn’t even about other people—“

He squeezes you tighter.

“Don’t you get it baby? I don't give a fuck about all the other girls, I've rejected them, all of them. You know why? Because I want you. The only person I need, really need is you. I love you darling.”

You cry bitterly into his shoulder.

“Oh, I almost for got to tell you. I have a final game next week, it’s supposed to close this season. Visit me, will you?”

#yandere #yandere blurbs #yandere male #yandere original character #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #reader x yandere #obsessive #Jaydee B Hallaghar x reader

[iamknicole]

Chapter Two

Warnings: Cursing, bit of smut, 18+ only

Masterlist

Chapter One

The day started almost normally for the couple except Moriah usually joined him when he went to workout or went to class but this time he left her sleeping peacefully in their bed. Being in the performance center felt surreal to him, a part of him felt like he shouldn't be there and he almost turned back around. He spent most of his day seeing doctors and a couple psychiatrists before he even got to look at workout equipment and the rings. 

"You look a lot different without Moriah on your hip," Booker called out with a smile as he approached him, "Lot less nice to look at too. What's going on man? You good? "

Zilla chuckled accepting the hand slap. "I'm good, just got done talkin to the docs and everything. Finally gettin out here to see all this."

"Yeah? And how you feel about all this?" Booker asked, gesturing with his hands. 

He took a moment trying to think through the question, that was the third or fourth time someone had asked but he still didn't have an answer. 

"Honestly," he started with a huff, "I don't know yet. Ask me again at the end of the week, big dog."

"Alright but I want my answer. How's Moriah and your mom? I'm sure they've called a few times already today."

"My mom called this morning and just been texting me. Fat ain't called surprisingly, probably stressing herself out about applying to hospitals and shit."

Booker grunted out a chuckle. "You probably right. I gotta do a few things but ima come back around to check on you. Don't hurt yourself."

After Booker left him, Zilla found a corner to sit in and pulled out his phone. He checked his messages, responding to a few then called his girlfriend. 

"Hey, baby. You okay?" Her voice flowed excitedly through the receiver putting a smile on his face. 

"Yeah, I'm good. Glad to hear your voice, Fat. Thought you would've called me by now."

"I wanted to but I didn't wanna bother you or mess anything up on your first day," she sighed softly, "Plus my mom and dad, mostly my mom, bought a living room set for us and it got delivered a lil bit after you left."

He scrunched his face up at her words. "Living room set?"

"Yup. Sofa, coffee table, TV stand and another TV. My dad said he was tryna talk her out of it because I'd already told him that we had it."

"But Ms. Nadine just couldn't help herself," he chuckled, biting at his low cut nails, "Shit that's alright though. We can call her and thank her later."

"Um, that's okay, Zay. I can just text her a thank you for the both of us. "

He glanced around the empty room as he spoke. "Naah, we can call her. I'd rather say what I gotta say to her than text it."

The line went silent for a moment. 

"What you gonna say?"

"Ima thank her for thinking enough about us to give us a spot to get busy till we get our bed cause that air mattress ain't gon hold up if I fuck you on it."

He laughed loudly at her choking and sputtering that followed his words. While he was laughing and said it jokingly, Moriah knew that given the chance Zilla would absolutely say that to her mother to get under her skin. 

"Isaiah!"

"What?" He laughed. "Can't nobody hear me but you."

She laughed. "You're not talkin to my mama ever cause I know you and you will say it."

"It's the least I can do after she bought us condoms and a sofa. She clearly wanna make sure I'm able to give you what you need so she want me to thank her."

"And what does Zilla think I need?"

"Zilla thinks, nah Zilla know you need some dick. Been what a week? Yeah, that's too long, you gon get all grumpy and shit."

"I hate you, I truly do."

"I see you ain't deny it though. You know Zilla right. Ain't I, Fat?"

Hearing footsteps, Zilla looked up seeing an unfamiliar man standing there with his hands up near his chest,  laughing a bit. 

"My bad, man. Ain't know nobody was in here."

"You straight," Zilla stood from his spot, "I can move around if you needa workout."

"Ion wanna interrupt your call. I know what its like sneaking to make phone calls, them coaches do not play when you supposed to be working out," he chuckled, "Edwin but everybody call me Bronco. It's easier. You Zilla, ain't it?"

The two men shook hands while Moriah cooed into the phone. 

"Yeah that's me. Good to meet you, you like the first actual wrestler I met since I been in this bitch." He chuckled. 

Bronco laughed, going to sit his water jug down. "Felt the same way my first day. All I saw was them damn doctors. You wanna lift with me? It's gon be a minute for somebody else come talk to you."

Zilla thought for a moment then nodded. "Yeah, that sounds cool. Ain't doin shit else. Fat," He called into the phone, taking a small step away, "Ima call you when I get a chance but call or text if you need me. Aight?"

"Awwwee my baby making friends. I'm so proud of your mean ass. You go head I'll be okay."

He laughed, "Doin way too much. Love you."

'Love you too," she giggled, "Go lift with your friend and be nice. Oh and get his number and gamer tag thingy."

"Man," he laughed, "Bye, Fat."

The two set up the weights they were comfortable with on their own leg extensions before starting. Being able to hold a conversation with someone who not too long ago went through the same process he's going through felt like a breath of fresh air. He had talked to plenty of veterans and current superstars but they were far removed from his current situation. It didn't hurt that he was close in age either.

"That was your girl?" Bronco asked, glancing over. 

He finished his rep before answering. "Yeah it was. Was checkin on her since she hadn't called."

"Long distance or she around here?"

"Around here," he chuckled, "Her mean ass wasn't gon let me be too far from her. She like to be up under me."

Bronco laughed a bit. "She mean and clingy? How that work?"

"Honestly hell if I know," he laughed, "She been that way since we was kids. Was mean as hell to me but cried or had a attitude if I left her."

"Oh yall been knowing each other? That's what's up. Yall been together for a minute?"

He shook his head as he did a few more reps. "Nah, it's been a year and a half. We just known each other since we was kids.."

"Damn that's a long ass time and she been mean as hell that whole time?" He joked.

Zilla stopped his reps to laugh. "Man, hell yeah. That's my Fat though." Unable to help himself, he pulled his phone out to show Bronco his lock screen which had a picture of him, her and his mom. "That's her."

"Respectfully, she's beautiful, man. Better hold on tight to her."

"Oh I plan on it. Already told her she ain't goin nowhere."

As he was putting his phone back into his pocket notifications started coming through. When he saw the notifications his smile dropped into a frown. He opened each one, took a screenshot then put his phone away. Although Bronco noticed his slight mood change, he said nothing not wanting to get in his business. 

"Which ones you think look better, Ma?"

Moriah propped her phone up on one of the shelves to hold up three sets of drapes.

"I think my son is gonna get you when he gets home," she laughed. "I'm starting to think he's right about you being hard headed."

After getting off the phone with her boyfriend, Moriah ubered to Target to get more things for their apartment and just like she would if she was still in Texas, Moriah brought Leata with her. Only this time it had to be virtually. 

"Ma," she laughed, "Don't do that. You're supposed to be on my side. Which ones? My arms getting tired."

Leata chuckled. "The sofa is gray so the gray and white ones. Black and red for the bedroom."

She put the selected ones into her buggy then grabbed her phone, continuing her trek through the store and her conversation. 

"And you couldn't do this when he got home, Rye?"

"I wanted to surprise him with a semi decorated apartment, Ma."

"Oh you're gonna surprise him alright. You and I both know he's gonna care about the fact that you did something he asked you not to do."

Moriah thought for a second as she came to a stop to look at dishes. "No, because this is gonna stay between me and you. I'll tell him I had it all delivered."

Leata stared at her trying not to laugh. She was honestly just glad the two of them wouldn't be arguing in her house and she didn't have to play referee. 

"I'm not gonna tell him but if he finds out, I'm not getting in trouble with you, Rye."

Moriah laughed louder than she intended, pressing on from the dishes. "You the mama though. You can just tell him that everything was okay."

"I am but none of my boys know that. Especially not Zilla."

"Well," she laughed, "At least we'll be in trouble together."

"What am I gonna do with you?" She laughed. "Get condoms while you're in there, Moriah. I don't care how many you have, you can always have more."

Moriah felt her skin heat up and she mumbled an 'okay'.

"Oh now she's quiet," Leata joked. "You act like I have no idea what you and my son do. Like the two of you weren't in my house doing it."

She laughed. "Yeah but remember I said we call it Bruno and don't talk about it. We just act like it doesn't happen."

It was Leata's turn to laugh. "Oh please, Rye. Get the condoms or we're really gonna have to talk about you expecting."

"Aht. No. We would just call that immaculate conception and leave it at that."

In the hours Moriah waited for the arrival of her boyfriend, she put away the groceries she had delivered, hung drapes in their bedroom and living room, hung up their pictures around their apartment and put the decorations she'd gotten around their living room. She had gotten him a gift for his first day at the PC, left it wrapped on their new sofa while she started on dinner. 

It was a little after 6 p.m. when Zilla came through the door. He dropped his bag near the door then headed to the breakfast bar where he dropped his keys. Stopping what she was doing, Moriah went to him with a big smile on his face and jumped on him excitedly. He offered no movement to hold onto her nor did he kiss her back when she placed her lips on his. Instead he stared at her. 

"I missed you, baby. How was your day? You tired?" She smiled, her arms and legs still wrapped around him. 

"It was straight. No, I'm not tired." 

He tapped her hip, letting her know he wanted her to get down and she did. After staring at him for a moment, she grabbed his hand turning him back to the living room. 

"So this is what my parents got. My dad said he picked the sofa because she tried to be funny again and pick a small one. Like it?" Moriah chuckled. "I decorated a little to make it feel like a home for us. I got us drapes for in here and our bedroom. Our pictures are up."

Zilla looked around, nodding as he did. His nostrils flared slightly. "I see. I'm finna take a shower. I'll be back," he informed as he pulled his hand away from hers. 

She laughed a little, "Oh you're not gonna ask if I need anything before you get in?"

He chuckled a bit, rubbing his hands together. "Nah, you pretty good at gettin what you need. You got it."

With that, he went to their bedroom, closing the door behind him. She thought to go behind him but decided against figuring being at the PC conjured up some deep feelings and he needed time to himself. She grabbed his bag from the floor, took it to their laundry closet and deposited most of it into the washer. Once the machine was running, she went back to cooking Zilla's actions were mostly forgotten. She knew eventually he would apologize and explain himself, she wasn't exactly worried. 

Thirty minutes later, he was back leaning against the breakfast bar watching his girlfriend quietly. His phone sat unlocked on the bar in front of him. She turned around to grab a paper towel and screamed, her hand clutched over her heart. 

"You scared the shit outta me, Zay. You need a bell," she fussed, playfully. "Why you just standing there looking at me?"

He continued to stare at her, trying to carefully put his words together in his head. 

"Seriously, you're being weird. What's wrong with you?"

He took a moment before responding.

"How you got all that?" He asked gesturing towards the living room. 

She turned the pots down on low then gave him her attention. "My parents bought that, Zay. You don't remember me telling you that?"

"I ain't talkin about that. I'm talkin about everything else."

"Oh," she giggled, "Thought you had a concussion. I ordered it from Target this morning. And some stuff from Walmart when I ordered the groceries."

He stared at her. "Yeah?"

"Uuh yeah. The rest of the stuff was in the gifts we got before we left Texas."

Pulling up his earlier screenshots, he turned his phone around and slid it across the counter to her. He watched her look between him and his phone. 

"Swipe left," he requested calmly, "It's three of em." He chuckled watching her face go from confused to nervous as she swiped through the uber confirmation, her location notification, and the target transaction on their bank account. "Ima ask again. How you got that?"

She pouted. "I was tryna surprise you."

"Surprise me by doin some shit I asked you not to do, Moriah? That's a helluva surprise. If that's ya idea of a surprise then I don't want no more from you."

"But, Zay, it was quick and nobody bothered me. And I'm Fat."

He squinted at her. "You think I give a damn about that? I asked you not to fuckin do it and you did it anyway, Moriah. How you thought I wasn't gon know? You used our bank account not yours, we share the uber account and we share our locations." 

She played with her fingers as he fussed at her. She wanted to say something but didn't know what to say that wouldn't make things worse. 

"What if something happened to your ass and I was at the PC? Who was gonna come get you?" He asked, hitting the counter. "The fuck was I gon do and I wasn't with you?"

It finally clicked for Moriah. She had scared him. 

"I didn't mean to scare you, Zilla. I didn't think about it like that."

He stared at her, his jaw clenching and nose flaring. "I clearly said I ain't want you gettin in no strange ass car yet you did that shit anyway. Ain't no surprise worth ya life, Moriah."

"I know, I just," his voice cut her off.

"No!" He barked, making her take a step back. "You don't know cause you did it anyway! Your mom already think I can't fuckin take care of you and you go and do that shit! I ain't move us to the other side of the country to lose ya lil ass just cause you hard headed, Moriah!"

Taking a chance, she moved around the bar to hug him. She hugged him tight, her head laid on his chest but just as when he'd gotten home, he made no move to return the affection. He let her hug him for a minute then pulled her arms from around him. 

"Watch out," he said softly. 

She tried to hug him again, only to be stopped. "I'm sorry, Zay. Just let me hug you."

"Forreal, Moriah, watch out." He put her hands by her side then grabbed his phone and went to their bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

Lying across their air mattress, he facetimed his mother. He was pretty sure that she knew what Moriah had done but he still wanted to talk to her. She answered with a smile until she saw him glaring at her. 

"Well hello to you too, son."

"You knew she went?"

"Hey, mom. How was your day? That's what normal children say to their mamas."

He huffed. "Hey, Ma. How was your day?"

"It was good. Thank you for asking, son. How was yours?" She asked with a slight brow raise. 

"It was good till I found out your daughter can't follow directions."

She chucked. "I told her that you were gonna find out."

"So you did know she went."

"Of course I did. Who do you think she took with her?" She deadpanned. "I talked to her from the moment she started getting ready until she finished putting things up when she got back."

He felt somewhat relieved about that but he was still pretty upset. 

"I asked her not to do that, told her that she could just drop me off and take the car but no. Just had to be hard headed like always."

"So if you know she's always hard headed, which by the way so are you, then why are you upset?" She asked. 

"Because, Ma."

She stared at him. "Because what, son?"

"If something happened to her that would've been on me. What was I gon do without her mean ass?" He chuckled, starting to calm down. 

"Okay so when you asked her not to do it, did you tell her why you didn't want her to do it?"

"No but I shouldn't have to. Me askin her not to do it shoulda been enough."

Leata chuckled seeing the serious expression on his face. "Okay so knowing that she's hard headed, like you, you told her not to do something without giving her a reason. A reason that more than likely would've deterred her from doing it. I got that right?"

Huffing again, Zilla sat quietly thinking over her words. "When you put it like that, I get it but this ain't my fault, Ma. It's hers. She shouldn't have went."

"And that's true, she shouldn't have went but you also should've told her how you felt." She explained softly. "If you would've told her that you were afraid something would happen to her if she went, do you think she would've gone?"

"No."

"So then it sounds like you both have some fault in this, Zilla."

"I guess so, Mama."

"Now go talk to her and you're gonna apologize for yelling at her. You know better than that."

He frowned. "How you know I yelled at her?"

"Oh please, you think you're the only one who ran to me? She's been texting me this whole time," she laughed, "She knows her fault and now you know yours. Get in there and apologize."

"I'm goin, I'm goin," he said as he pushed himself up from the air mattress. 

"Thank God I'm not there. I love yall."

After hanging up with mom, Zilla took a second to get himself together before going back out to face his girlfriend. Seeing her curled up on the sofa in tears softened him up. He went to kneel in front of the sofa where she was, wiping the tears away from her face.

"Are you melting or are these tears?" He joked. 

She laughed a little through her tears as she sat up. "I'm melting. I'm also sorry. I should've respected your wishes and not done that."

He nodded, standing up from his position he pulled her up from the sofa and into his arms. He kissed her forehead, swaying them gently. 

"I accept your apology and I apologize for yelling and for my part." He spoke softly. "I should've told you how I felt. I can't lose you, I wouldn't know what the hell to do without your mean ass. I wanna keep you around for as long as I can, baby."

"I understand that now. Thank you for telling me."

He leaned down to capture her lips in a deep kiss. "You welcome. You still cookin'?"

She shook her head. "No, I'm finished. Hungry?"

He smirked as he lifted her up into his arms. "Yeah but not for that."

She gasped softly. "You don't wanna open your gift first?"

"If it ain't you inside that bag, it can wait." He responded, dropping her gently onto the sofa and climbing on top of her. "I'm more interested in breakin in this sofa Ms. Nadine got us."

Moriah squealed out a laugh as he buried his face in her neck. "You're still not talking to her. I didn't forget."

"Not yet I'm not," he responded biting her neck, "Gonna test this out first then give her a accurate review."

She giggled, "We need a condom, Zay."

Not stopping his kissing and biting on her neck, he pulled one from the pockets of his basketball shorts and held it up so she could see. 

"Always prepared," she joked softly. 

Moriah's moans mixed with the smacking of their skin and Zilla's groans and cursing echoed loudly throughout the apartment. He held a tight grip on her hip with one hand and the other landed smacks to her backside. 

"I can't hear you, Fat." He called out as he delivered deep strokes. "Say that shit louder."

With her face buried in the decor pillow, her voice came out muffled. He was sure of what she was saying but that was good enough for him. Keeping his hand on her waist the other traveled up her back to her neck and wrapped around her throat. He pulled her up, keeping the arch in her back, never slowing his stroke. 

"Say it again, Fat," he spoke softly into her ear as he squeezed her throat lightly, "And I might let you cum."

She groaned softly, meeting his thrusts as best she could. 

"Fuck, baby."

Slowing his strokes, he chuckled in her ear and held her hips steady to stop her own movements. "That's not it, baby. Try again."

"I'm sorry, Zay," she whined trying to move, "Fuck, I'm so sorry."

"That's my girl. Shit, there you go," he groaned. 

Quickening his strokes again, he reached down rubbing her clit to help push her over the edge. He spoke softly in her ear, talking her through her release. 

"After we eat, we can facetime Ms. Nadine." Zilla laughed, taking a bite of his taco.

"Isayah, I will knock that taco outta your hand," she laughed, "Stop that."

"What kind of son in law would I be if I ain't tell her how the sofa worked out for us? Enough room for both of us, enough room for you to run or try anyway. And this bitch ain't move at all and throw off my stroke. Shit, I give it a ten outta ten, Fat."

Laughing, he moved his plate when she tries to swipe it out of his hand. She pushed his shoulder playfully. 

"I really hate you, Fatu."

He laughed harder. "That ain't what you was sayin' ten minutes ago but I could be wrong. Maybe I should ask our neighbors cause I'm sure they heard you."

"Shut up talkin to me," she laughed going to grab his gift, "I shouldn't give your ass nothing since you like annoying me. But here, happy first day."

Sitting his plate on the coffee table, he took the gift from her and stole a kiss. He shook it playfully. 

"Mmm, my baby got me something," he said as he tore the paper off the box then opened it, "Damn … you ain't have to do this, Fat."

A proud smile spread across her face as she watched his face light up. Before they left Texas she got a blanket made for him with pictures of him and his family on one side and on the other pictures of him and her to give to him on his first day. 

"It's for when you're on the road and you miss us. We'll always be with you." She explained as she watched him go over each picture of him and his family, noticing he lingered on the pictures of him and his dad. "You like it, Zay?"

"Love it. I love it," he put it in his lap and pulled her into a tight hug, "I love you. Thank you, pretty girl. I appreciate this."

"You're welcome. So … can I know about your day now?" 

Chuckling, he held onto the blanket as he took her through his first day. He told her about the doctors he had to talk to, the tours and the talks he had with Hunter, Shawn and Booker.

"That sounds fun, like you had a good day, babe. Did you see your friend anymore?"

He laughed, "I just met em, he not my friend."

"But he will be, I already know. So did you see em or not?"

"You just gon make me be friends with em," he chuckled. "But nah I ain't seen em but he sent me his number on Instagram."

"Awwwe, see? Friends!"

"Anyway, you applied to any hospitals today?"

"I did. Three of them. There's one close to the performance center, I'm kinda hoping I get that one but they want at least 3 years experience."

He shrugged, "They want that but that don't mean they won't pick you. You got good references and shit. And if they don't pick you, I'll make em."

"Baby," she laughed, "You can't do that but thank you for offering."

"Of course. Don't worry about cleanin up, I got it tonight. You go get ready for bed."

She squinted, "You want something, what is it?"

He got up from the sofa, carefully placing the blanket on it then gathered their dishes. "Ion want nothin, fat head You just need to get some sleep."

"Why is that? I don't have nowhere to go tomorrow."

He leaned down to kiss her forehead then headed to their kitchen, throwing his answer over his shoulder. 

"Cause ima wake you up before I leave in the morning."

#AAO #zilla fatu #Zilla & Moriah #the samoan dynasty #zilla/oc

[heyidkyay]

I guess I’ll take this pain, instead of your name |

Part Eighteen

A/n: Hey, this part is a lot tbh, lots of emotions!! But we're also at like 75k words now and this was meant to be a one parter...?? I'm spiralling but I'm also so invested in this fucking plot. Hope you enjoy!:)

Summary: In life, things changed. The boys you'd once grown up with were men now, and famous ones at that. The type that toured the world and had millions of adoring fans.

The five of you shared a shit ton of history. But you also shared a lot of mixed emotions for one of them in particular, a certain drummer.

Warnings: a few changes in pov! Lots of swearing but if you're reading this fic then you should be used to it by now.. um, arguments, tears too.. not sure what else:/

Masterlist

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(Continuing on with Ross’s pov!)

—ROSS’S POV—

“Dickhead’s here!”

Ross made a face at the welcome received as he made his way through the front door- hadn’t even been here a full minute and yet Matty was already being a prick. Though it was to be expected, sort of like turning up to one of those fancy fuck-off restaurants knowing you’d only be leaving more hungry. What the fuck was it with them and those tiny portions?

He shook away the thought before it could start to piss him off and footed the door closed behind him, honing in on his best mate who was stood leaning against the wall, typing away on his mobile.

“Well, hello to you too, knob-face.” Ross huffed as he moved past Matty to make his way into the kitchen. “Always love spending time with you and your phone, mate.” He mocked and dropped the carrier bags he’d brought in with him on the counter.

Matty gave an impish smile as he slid in right behind him and Ross gave his choice of clothes a quick once over, deeming that he was probably headed out on the pull tonight.

“Sorry, was just texting Y/n. Said you were here.”

Ross paused from where he’d made a start on unloading the shop to frown over at him, “Didn’t you just do that?”

With a careless shrug, Matty jumped up onto the counter and started riffling through the contents too. “Easier. Sometimes she’ll hear me but can’t make out what I’ve said. Other times it's… a whole thing.” He shrugged again, giving a pack of biscuits the eye, “First few days I thought she was in a right strop with me, ignoring me and crap. But nope, just didn’t hear. Oi, where’d you find mini-eggs this time of year anyway?”

“None of your business.” Ross quipped, quick to snatch the Easter treats back before the nosy rat-faced prat could open them up, then went on, “Is it really that bad then?”

“What, with her hearing?” At his nod, Matty mimicked the gesture, only a little more avidly, and continued with his reply, “Yeah, mate. Been worrying over it for a while, enough to speak to the doctor’s about it at her last appointment, but even they keep spouting shite about time and telling.” He rolled his eyes then grabbed at one of the many chocolates that’d been haphazardly added to his shopping basket before Ross could even blink.

He narrowed his eyes at the blatant theft whilst Matty merely grinned at him from his perch and begun munching away.

“Wanker.” Ross muttered before he carried on with the unloading, actively making sure to place all the good stuff out of the shorter man’s reach. “Anyway, figured we’d do a movie night or just get plastered like we usually do-”

Matty cut him off rather promptly with a heavy hand to the shoulder, Ross stopped and glanced between his mate and the opposing limb. Matty’s eyes widened briefly before he hastily pulled away, only to then scuttle his entire body a little closer. The curly headed freak tossed a fretful look over his shoulder out towards the hallway whilst Ross just simply stared at him. 

“No alcohol.”

Ross blinked at the nutter.

“No alcohol?”

Matty nodded solemnly. “Sorry, mate, no alcohol. Doctors orders. She can’t mix it with all the medication she’s on.”

With a scoff, Ross shook his head. “That’s bullshit. What’s she even on- pain killers?”

“Nah, diuretics or some shit like it, alcohol will only counter them they say. Looked it up.” Matty informed him as he fiddled with the empty wrapper he now held. “That and these other ones she has to take for the dizziness and balancing shit she’s been going through. Vertigo or, I don’t know. We reckon it’s down to her hearing though, not the head injury. Which is the only good thing about it.”

With a wave of his hand, Matty pulled away again and Ross had to take a moment to really look at his mate. The same bloke who’d spent most of his life looking for the next best buzz, for only the fun and fruitful times, who’d wasted so many of his years on the edge of almost nearly killing himself. This was not the same person he was currently stood with.

No, this Matty knew all the odd bits of information about medication he wasn’t even on. Who looked so sincere in his warnings, in his understanding of the things he’d gone out of his way to research. This Matty was the same Matty that’d camped out in a hospital waiting room for hours on end, and then stayed for days, weeks. Who hadn’t left even after threats and arguments. Who’d waited with agonising patience during his best friend’s emergency surgery, who’d been there when she’d seized and coded, sat there through her comatose state, paced in waiting rooms and hallways before he could even get to her bedside.

This Matty cared. 

Not to say that Matty had never cared. No because that just wasn’t true. When you were one of his people, Matty cared so much it was honestly a struggle to try and match his affection. He loved and gave like no other. But he could also tend to be selfish. As most could be, sure. But Matty wasn’t the type to mind it, it was the same with his arrogance, his ego, his in your face charisma, too. Sometimes he just didn’t care who suffered as long as he was riding high.

Ross blinked out of his musings when Matty nudged his arm in silent warning, completely unaware of his inner thoughts, and gave him a stern look. Ross frowned down at the action, confused, but it all made sense when he heard a soft scuttle coming down the stairs.

“Not another word about this, yeah? And hide the fucking alcohol.” Matty whispered waspishly, already moving to hide the liquor bottles that’d been placed on the countertop into one of those seamless cupboards he had under the sink.

Swallowing, Ross fought to clear his heavy head and plastered on a grin when the woman he’d been waiting on finally walked through the door. 

—

I halted in the kitchen’s doorway to find Ross surrounded by a very large variety of food and snacks, whilst Matty was faffing about with a couple of glasses in the sink. I snorted at the very sight. 

“Are you actually washing up?” I asked him, bewildered and in utter disbelief. “In all the time I’ve been here- actually scrap that. In all the time I’ve known you, not once have I ever seen you wash up.”

I was met with a playful scowl from the man himself when he pivoted to face me. “Yeah, yeah. Keep on laughing it up, but I do know how to do some basic tasks, darling.”

With a sarcastic hum, I simply nodded. “Sure, Matty. You also speak Cantonese and can deep sea dive too.”

Ross’s sharp bark of laughter filled the room and a gasp from me quickly followed it when Matty flicked a round of soap duds in my direction. 

“Careful, Healy.” I warned him with a finger pointed his way. “Keep at it and I’ll have to ruin that swanky new outfit you’re trying to pull off.”

“Trying?”

“Swanky?”

Both Matty and Ross replied at the same time and I simply shrugged them off before I made my way over to where the bearded giant stood. I stared up at him until he finally glanced back down at me, then motioned towards the countertop with a jerk of my head. Ross raised an eyebrow in retort and so I countered him, raising both of my own.

He relented with a mere sigh and a roll of his eyes, but was rather careful when he did finally lift me up by my hips and onto the side, delicately dropping me just outside the mountain of chocolates he’d since created.

“Ta.” I smiled at him, patting his arm twice before I peered over at the buffet he’d brought along with him, simultaneously ignoring the unsubtle look the two men shared over my head. “What’s all this then?” I quizzed him.

“Movie night.” Was what Ross answered with.

“Movie night?”

“Yeah, movie night. As in a night, where you watch a bunch of films in a row, whilst engorging yourself on a shit ton of crappy food.” Ross slowly told me in a sarcastic tone, “I mean, we can order in if you’d prefer but I spent ages picking this lot out, you know. This one oldie working in Tesco’s kept giving me the evil eye too, reckon she thought I was gonna nick a couple crisp packets or something. As if I fucking would.”

“What ‘cause you’re such a sweetheart?” I replied, fluttering my lashes up at him mockingly.

“Nah, ‘cause I’d be caught before I could get far enough.” He quipped right back. 

“Too fucking tall not to be spotted, innit?” Matty added with a slow nod of his head before Ross followed in agreement, my forehead pinched when I saw that the former had just bitten into a Double Decker of ours.

“Oi, those aren’t for you!” I chided, throwing one of the many Snickers provided at Matty's head.

Matty gave me a mardy sort of glower in turn but snatched up the offending chocolate before Ross could do so instead. “Cheers.” He grinned snidely.

Uncaring, I simply shrugged, “They’re shit anyway.”

Ross’s eyes widened as he choked at my words, Matty snorted. “Fuck off, they are not!”

“Are too?”

“Are not.”

“Are too.”

“Are not.”

It was safe to say that we were at it a while, long enough for Matty to have slipped out, thrown his shoes on, doused himself in aftershave, and then made it back to find that we were still going on.

“Are n-”

“Alright, kiddies! Daddy’s gotta get going, so can we stop with all the fighting please?” Matty mocked as he picked his house keys up off the side and moved around to where I was still sat.

“Don’t ever call yourself that.” I grimaced, feeling a tad bit sick at the implication. “And are too.” I was quick to add, knowing that Ross couldn’t continue on with our bickering and I’d win. He scowled at me whilst Matty simply tugged me into a hug.

“You sure you’re gonna be alright?” He asked me, for what felt like the umpteenth time that evening.

“Yes. Don’t worry about me, ‘kay? I’ll be fine.” I told him, barely holding back a groan, “Plus I’m looking after Ross so I kinda have to be.”

Ross’s scowl deepened into a deathly glower that amused me to no end, just as Matty pressed a kiss to the side of my head and pulled away. 

“Fine. But ring me if you need anything, yeah?”

I rolled my eyes but withheld another sigh as I nodded.

“Oi,” Ross called out just before Matty could make it to the door, “Where’s my kiss?”

He only received a finger in response. 

—

I loved Ross.

I truly fucking did.

He was just this huge lovable giant that swore constantly and always smelt lovely. But at the moment he was really pissing me off. 

It was just that... he kept on giving me these annoying little looks whenever he thought I wasn’t aware. Just out of the corner of his eye whilst we were sat watching one of the many films we’d decided on.

It was grating. 

Ross was supposed to be the only normal friend I had!

The one I could count on to treat me as though nothing had ever happened. Like nothing had changed. As if I hadn’t been hit by a fucking car.

And he’d been doing a hell of a job of it, he’d been doing so, so good in fact. Before he’d gone and finally cocked it all up. 

I don’t know what had occurred for the change to happen, but it was pissing me off. He was pissing me off. Enough that if he did it one more time I was willing to either snap at him or snap him in half.

But then what did he do? He did it again.

“What.” I bit out, turning myself towards him on the settee.

“What?” Ross parroted back, obviously startled by the break in our quiet.

“Why the fuck do you keep on looking at me like that?”

“Like what!” Ross exclaimed.

“Like some homeless man you’re passing on the street when you haven’t got any change. Or a- a fucking dying dog!” I retorted in a right huff.

Ross only stared back at me.

“A fucking dying dog?”

“Yes, a fucking dying dog!” I fumed- and you’d have thought he was the one with the dodgy ear. “It’s annoying. I don’t know what Matty’s told you, but I’m fine, alright? So just stop it.”

He held his hands up in silent surrender, and I rolled my eyes at him before I set my sights back on the tele.

A few tense minutes ticked by, but I was soon startled by a bag of sweets that’d been tossed my way.

“Here.” I heard him say.

I frowned down at the brightly coloured bag now sitting in my lap, then casted a confused glance towards him.

He dipped his chin, eyes still on the screen. “Your favourite, ain’t they? Used to use them as bargaining chips on tour, remember?”

I did. But still, I couldn’t find it in me to soften my frown. 

“‘M not that hungry.” I quietly told him instead, dropping the sweets back into the pile that sat between us.

“Ah, come on.” Ross groaned, “I’ve been here ages and you haven’t touched a thing. Don’t make me eat this all on my own. Twitter will start a fucking hashtag when they see the extra pounds it’ll only add.”

I gifted him a soft snort in reply, unable to stop myself.

Ross seemed to take my pitiful laugh as an opening though and swept the sickly treats up into his arms before he slid closer to me on the sofa, throwing the mountain back onto the seat he’d just vacated. I gave him a bewildered look but he merely tossed an arm over my shoulders and pulled me in nearer towards him.

“Comfortable?” He questioned and, although confused, I could only nod at him in reply, shuffling slightly to ease the throbbing I felt in my side. “Alright then, good.”

And that was that, I supposed. He continued watching the film without anymore fuss, with me tucked up under his arm and his feet propped up on the coffee table (something that often drove Matty crazy), whilst I had mine tucked up beneath me. 

We stayed like that for a little while longer as the film carried on playing, but I found it more and more difficult to make out what was happening from behind the blur of tears that’d gone and filled my eyes.

I think it was the sniff that I’d been trying so hard to hold back that finally caught Ross’s attention, he peered down at me to find me close to sobbing and I just wanted to curl up and die. His expression faltered ever so slightly before he wrapped me up closer, his chin falling to rest atop my head whilst I could only bury my face further into his chest.

I cried. I cried a whole lot. And I wasn’t even sure why. But in that moment I just felt so incredibly sad and embarrassed, and couldn’t seem to help myself. 

And Ross, he just let me. He let me bawl into his shirt and didn’t say a fucking word, only rocked us ever so gently back and forth whilst I cried my little heart out.

—MATTY’S POV—

To say he was excited would be a MASSIVE fucking lie.

He hadn’t been on a night out in… well, ages. Since a little before the accident, he supposed. 

But both Ross and Hann had reasoned that he ‘deserved’ it- that phrase had pissed him off a tad but he’d let it pass- and the pair had all but forced him out of the house. Out and away from the one person he was meant to be taking care of.

He’d smoked a little over half a pack in the cab-ride over then lit one as soon as he stepped out of it, handing the driver a couple extra quid for being a saint and having let him get away with it. He even waved the bloke off as the car pulled away, then took a deep breath before he made his way over towards the pub Hann had mentioned earlier.

He lingered outside on the curb for a bit whilst he finished off the cigarette and let the evening air chill fill his bones, trying his hardest not to think too much about how Y/n must’ve been feeling. 

But she had Ross there with her, and Ross was almost as good a substitute for him. Almost.

Even so, it was still a struggle and a half to keep his mind off of it and in the end it only proved to be a futile attempt, seeing as he moved to light yet another fag before he fished his phone out of his trouser pocket to text Adam.

He’d actually just managed to pull up their last text conversation when a well-known voice caught his attention, Matty glanced over his shoulder just in time to catch sight of not one, but two familiar faces rounding the pub’s corner. He stilled.

“The fuck is he doing here?” Matty spat out the second the drummer’s eyes met his, and immediately pointed the hand holding his cigarette up towards George’s approaching figure.

Hann was quick to jump between them though, gaze darting skittishly between the two. “Take a sec to calm down, ey Matty?”

“Calm down?” Matty scoffed at him with a breathy titter, he shook his head at the blond, “Hann, ain’t it bad enough I have to put up with him in the studio? Now you’re lying for him and letting him tag along like he’s done nowt wrong.”

“Matty…”

Whatever crap George had just been about to say was promptly cut off by a sharp glare from him, before Adam’s voice then took over. “Look. This shit needs sorting, now. Whether you like it or not, you’re both adults, so act like it.”

“Are you for fuckin’ real?” Matty all but gawked, unable to believe this was the same man who’d looked ready to come to actual blows with George only a few weeks ago. Hann just stared right back at him, undeterred. “What- so it’s like that then, is it? Him or me?”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Fuck sake, Matty. No, so stop being such a prat and listen to me, will you? You really think I’m not as pissed off as you? That I haven’t wanted to bash his head against the nearest wall just to get him to think straight?” Hann retorted, and Matty got a the tiniest bit of pleasure out of the expression George made then. “But we’re mates, and people fuck up, alright?”

Matty glanced between them, at Hann’s solemn face and then at George’s hunched shoulders. He did look like shit, in fairness. Almost as bad as he imagined he’d probably looked headed into rehab. Deserved it though.

“Look mate, he’s promised to actually talk.” Hann sent a prominent look towards the drummer when he said that, and even with his dropped chin George nodded at him. “Wants to give us an actual explanation for everything. Don’t you want to at least hear him out?”

Matty took a second to think it over, taking in their mate’s mopey state. George’s entire demeanour appeared to have changed completely as of late, like all the guilt he should’ve been feeling was slowly weighing him down. His shoulders were slumped, he had his hands stuck in the pocket’s of an old pair of jeans, his hair was in dire need of a good wash, and his eyes never strayed too far from the cracks in the pavement.

Matty huffed, then took a long drag as he dipped his head in silent agreement. 

Hann seemed to loosen at it and so he nodded too, “Right then, I need a fucking pint pronto.”

…

The pub was half-full. As to be expected on a Thursday-fucking-night when there was no match on the tele.

It was mostly just the locals meandering about, a couple of grunts up by the bar, a few younger lads playing snooker, and some old pensioners perched in a nearby booth drinking shandy.

Adam had gone and left them on their fucking own. Because he was giant cock of a twat, and of course he had. 

It was probably one of those reverse psychology techniques Carly had been going on about the last time they’d been over, and Hann probably reckoned he’d been slick with it, the fucker.

Matty fought down the urge to do anything but toy with a coaster that’d been sat on the table they’d taken in the far corner. Knowing if he did, Adam wouldn’t be too happy with him.

George was tapping anxiously away opposite him. First it’d started in his foot, but the tic had quickly transferred up into his hands. He’d been tap tap tapping away on his knee, then decidedly moved onto the table, and now the continuous sound was coming from the way he was tapping the backs of his nails against one another. 

It was fucking annoying was what it really was.

“Would you stop that?” Matty hissed before he could catch himself. He didn’t dare look over towards the drummer though, instead he honed his intense stare on the back of Hann’s head from where the man was stood ordering them a round at the bar.

The tapping did stop and for a moment Matty felt like he could finally breathe, but then George shuffled slightly. 

“Stop what?” The idiot asked, his voice sounding like gravel going through a mixer. Matty wanted to wince for him.

“That.” He replied instead, waving a careless hand over at him. “Faffing about with all the tapping. It’s pissing me off.”

Matty didn’t have to look over to know that George was watching him now, could feel the holes being burnt into the side of his head. 

He sort of wished he hadn’t said anything at all then. At least if he went and lost his head to the incessant tapping sound, he’d be muddled enough to not have to be apart of this inevitable conversation. 

With an irritated sigh, he tossed himself further back into the booth’s armchair to glance up at the wooden beams that lined the ceiling. Thinking about it, he reckoned that they’d been in this pub at least once before, only it’d been a whole lot livelier then, and a couple years back now.

“Oi, was this the same pub we almost burnt down that one night we went to smoke a joint under the pool table?”

It was a surprise to even him that he’d gone and asked that question aloud, especially after he’d been so avid in his avoidance of doing exactly that. But having been friends with George for so long it just felt strange not to, subconsciously his body was aware that one of his best mates was sat right there beside him, but his mind also hated him at the moment. 

For everything he’d done, not just as of late, but for having been such a massive twat over the last year.

George must’ve been shocked by it too, because it took him a long second to come up with an actual reply. And when he finally did, it wasn’t much of one.

“Yea- yeah.” Then he coughed lightly to clear his throat. 

“Right.” Matty mumbled and gave a curt nod.

They sat there a little longer, just growing more and more aware of the awkward silence that now stretched between them after the short interaction. Matty almost wanted to snap at George again, if only for something to fill it, but couldn’t find it in him to deride the bloke any further, especially when he sat there looking so fucking sad.

But then again, what fucking right did he have to act as though he’d been on the receiving end of a shitstorm? He’d been the one to create this whole fucking mess!

Matty was far too thankful when he finally saw Hann wandering back over, tray in hand, because his anger was suddenly reaching new heights and even though George looked like utter shite, he felt like the prick pretty much deserved it at this point. Even if they were mates, he’d gone and fucked up big time. So he reckoned he had a lot of grafting and grovelling to do if he even wanted to be spared the time of day.

“Alright?” Adam started up once he’d sat the pints down on the table and slid onto the chair just outside of the booth. It allowed them each to have their own sides and made an odd triangle of sorts. Matty didn’t linger too long on the realisation.

“Cheers.” He murmured as he took the nearest glass and necked a fair bit. George appeared to follow his lead, only he looked a little antsy in his movements, eyes flying between him and Hann as he pulled the pint towards him.

Hann glanced around the table then and Matty took that time to observe the rest of the pub, even taking in the fist-shaped hole that was presented proudly in a nearby wall. Adam only huffed.

“Look. We came out tonight to have a good time, yeah? And we can’t do that until we’ve finally hashed things out. So let's get on with it.”

Hann had a point there, but Matty couldn’t bring himself to be the maturer person here. If George had something to say, then fine, he’d listen. But he’d best get on with it.

“G?” Adam tried.

And Matty glanced over to find George staring down at the tabletop, cheeks hollowed as he shifted his jaw. He didn't reply.

“Fucking hell, man.” Matty blew out, having grown impatient with all the theatrics. “You gonna speak or what? ‘Cause I’m not hangin’ ‘round here all night when I’ve got better places to be.”

“What, like back home playing happy family with the new missus?” George snarked back, the harsh bite very apparent in his words. And so Matty couldn’t help his smirk.

“Jealous much?”

George’s eyes narrowed into fine slits that imitated the harsh lines that marred the skin between his brows and Matty watched as Hann placed a hand on his shoulder, as though to keep him seated.

He, himself, just laughed.

“You are, aren’t you?” Matty found himself pleasantly surprised by that and the alcohol only proved to savour the warm feeling he felt in his chest. “What a turn of events this is, hey! Go on, G mate, how’s it feel to be on the receiving end of all the backlash for once? Funny me sat here on this high horse you’re so used to, innit? Reckon it must be pretty fucking shit for you, seeing me all chummy with Y/n, taking care of her whilst you can’t. Does it wind you up, George? Does it-”

Matty cackled loudly when George jumped over the table to take a swing at him, only to be held off by Adam. He’d still created a bit of a scene though, even managed to draw the attention of the barkeep who gave them all a warning glance.

“Sit the fuck down, would you?” Hann whispered harshly whilst he shoved the drummer a bit, then he turned towards Matty. “And you, stop egging him on.”

Matty’s smirk still wouldn’t dim even as he took a sip from the pint that had spilt a tad in George’s tussle with the table.

“Fuckin’ prick.” George mumbled under his breath, obviously fuming.

“You’re both pricks.” Hann decided, perched on the edge of his chair just in case he need to intervene again. “Pricks who need to grow the fuck up. I mean, you’re meant to be best mates.”

“Some mate he is.”

All humour Matty had been feeling fled in that exact moment and he turned a dark set of eyes towards George. “Fuck you. Some mate-" He scoffed, "You’re really going there? I’ve been the mate trying to help clear up your mess.”

George rolled his eyes at that and Matty felt his jaw tick.

“You know what, Hann? I don’t need this.” He said, and his pint glass hit the table with a resounding thud before he moved to get up out of the booth. Adam jumped up to stop him, crowding him a tad.

“Matty, come on. Just, calm down and give him chance. Please.”

“A chance. How many’s that been now?” Matty replied instead of returning to his seat. “Gave him a chance after he went and broke her heart. Another one when he asked us all to lie to her about not knowing where the fuck he’d been after they'd split. Then again, when he decided he wanted to worm his way back in. Fourth times the charm though, right? ‘Cause how could he possibly fuck up again? Oh right, no that was when he went and let her get hit by a car!”

“How the hell was that on me?” George interrupted through gritted teeth, barely holding back.

Matty angled his body to face him then, looking him dead in the eye just as his lips dragged themselves up into a lifeless sort of smile. 

“How’s it not?” He countered with an eery sort of calm he didn’t quite feel. “You told me you loved her, and when she came to you- when she came to you, George- you just let her walk the fuck back out again.”

“You told him you still loved her?” Hann’s quiet question lodged itself into the tainted air which surrounded them and Matty could only nod in reply, unable to tear his eyes away from George and his unblinking stare. 

“‘Course he did. Outside that restaurant the night she got hit, didn’t he? Jealous then too, of that waiter, weren’t you?” Matty said snidely, and he leant in closer then, palm pressed against the tabletop he kept his voice hushed. “And then you went and left her in that ambulance alone. Fuck up, number five.”

George tore his gaze away, the whites of his eyes swimming. Matty could only shake his head in scorn and turned back towards Adam.

“How do you explain that away, Hann? How do you explain just leaving her?” He asked, feeling his own torment starting to overwhelm him now.

“When I got there she was already in surgery. They told me to prepare myself for the worst. And I sat there waiting. On my own. Thinking about where he was. And if he was okay. If maybe he’d been hit too. Because, the George I knew. He wouldn’t have just fucking left her with strangers. Not whilst she was vulnerable. Not when she was hurt.

"The George I knew would’ve been right there beside me when she seized that first time I got to see her. He would've been there when she finally woke up. But he wasn’t, Hann. He wasn’t, and I was stuck there wondering how many times it’d happened, how many times she’d been in so much pain that her body just couldn’t cope, and had to suffer through it all on her own.”

He sucked in a shaky breath and bit down hard on his tongue before he finally casted a pitiful glance back at George. 

“Where were you?”

Part nineteen>

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The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on

XII XIII - red wine, mistakes, mythology XIV

“Hey, Riv… How cold does it get here at night?” Trevor asked nonchalantly as he walked into the kitchen, where the groom-to-be was helping David cook his famous meatloaf for dinner.

“It gets a bit chilly, but it’s bearable. At least that’s what I’ve been told.” he shrugged, tasting the buttermilk smashed potatoes his fiancé was feeding him. “Mmm… This is amazing. You nailed it, babe.” the designer cheered, getting a kiss in return for his compliment. “Why are you asking, Z?”

“Nothing.” he answered in a heartbeat, clearing his throat as he ran his right hand through his left arm, already dreading the feel of cold water against his skin. “Just one last question: are there any potentially dangerous or deadly animals whose habitat is this specific lake?”

“What kind of a question is that?” the oldest Y/L/N snorted, cleaning his hands on his apron, leaning against the counter, looking straight at him.

“I may or may have not lost at foosball and, as a result, Y/N and Cole are making Jack and I swim naked in the lake tonight.”

“That’s - ”

“Inhuman? Cruel? I think so too!”

“I was going to say fucking hilarious, but yeah, whatever floats your boat.”

“Great, thanks a lot.” he groaned, rolling his eyes and preparing to head back to the living room.

“Not so fast, young man. You’re in charge of setting the table.” River informed him, a stern look on his face.

“Do I have to?” Trevor whined, turning on his heels to enter the room again.

“Either you set the table or you’ll be the only one not eating dessert.”

“Fine!” the Ducks' player sighed. “Where’s… Everything?”

 *

“Do you need help with that?” Leo asked, sitting on the floor next to Alex.

“Nah, thanks little man, I’m good. I think I got it.” the young man replied, picking up another piece.

David's nephew took a glance at the puzzle that had yet to be completed. Its pieces were scattered messily around the mahogany coffee table. He knew Alex had no idea how to get it done.

“These two don’t fit. You can’t force them together if they don’t match.” the boy pointed out, grabbing the pieces he was talking about. “I don’t mind helping you out, mom said I should take a break from reading and talk to people… You look like you could use some company.”

“Alright, kid. Show me what you’ve got.” Alex conceded.

Leo immediately put together one of the corners of the picture, making a square. After that, he got the other three done as his parents’ friend looked on, baffled by the kid’s ability to assemble the pieces at that speed.

“Okay, I suck at puzzles. Thanks, little dude.” he sighed as he high-fived Leo, who showed him his best toothless grin.

Y/N observed their interaction, entertained by the facial expressions Alex was making while the small child instructed him as to where to fit the next piece. The doctor averted her attention to Jack, on whose lap her feet were currently resting.

The Devils' player was watching the news on the television attentively, failing to notice how his former linemate was shamelessly gawking at him ever since they had sat down, after Y/N facetimed Joey with an overly excited Cole by her side.

He had been growing out his hair and she liked how it looked on him. His jawline was as sharp as ever, making him look even more handsome. She couldn’t lie, he was certainly the most good-looking man she had ever met.

“Dinner’s ready!” River chirped, making her way to the pair, who promptly stood up. “When you’re done eye-fucking loverboy feel free to join us.” he whispered in Y/N's ear, going back to the kitchen to get the food.

“Ha! I finished it!” Alex chanted, extremely proud of himself.

Y/N and Jack looked at their friend, clearly amused by his antics.

“Of course I couldn’t have done it without my sidekick, this little brainiac over here.” he jested, picking Leo up and throwing him over his shoulder. “We’re going to wash our hands up for dinner.”

 Everyone gathered around the large dining table, picking their seats randomly.

Y/N was sat between Alex and Leo, who was next to Quinn, right in front of Jack, who had Trevor and Cole by his side. Their puzzle-challenged friend was chatting enthusiastically about comic books as the seven-year-old tried to keep up with the information overload coming his way.

“Here it is! David's world renowned meatloaf, with a side of buttermilk smashed potatoes.” River announced, setting the finest china they could find on the table, as her fiancé followed closely behind, nursing a bottle of wine and a bunch of Capri Suns.

“Let’s not forget about the booze!” he joked, going around the table serving everyone.

Trevor and Alex held their cups up, ready to get their fill, like every other adult sitting at the table.

“Mmm, no. You two get one of these bad boys, just like Leo.” Y/N chuckled, switching their wine glasses for the laminated foil pouches that David had handed her.

“Z, don’t worry, in solidarity to you I will also drink juice. Junior, mind giving me one of those as well?” Cole asked.

“Sure, I’ll go get one for you from the kitchen. Let me just take these back.” the doctor replied, getting up and taking the three wine glasses with her.

Unfortunately for her, she seemed to have forgotten the small step at the entrance of the kitchen, tripping and instantly losing her balance as she entered, falling, shards spreading around the ceramic tile.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” she mumbled, trying to gather the broken glass in her hands.

A sharp pain rushed up her hand, small droplets of blood hitting the once pristine floor as she accidentally cut her finger.

“Fuck!” Y/N all but howled, a couple of unwanted tears escaping her eyes.

“You owe me a quarter!” Leo declared from his seat at the table, as she heard a chair being dragged forcefully over the hardwood floor of the living room.

Jack hurried to come to her aid, helping her up and placing her hand under the faucet to clean the small gash on her skin. He wrapped her small, throbbing finger on a clean dish towel, applying pressure over it.

“Let me see if I can find a band-aid.” he spoke quietly, as if she were a scared deer who would probably bounce the first chance it got, letting go of her hand as he went looking for the kit he had seen River store in one of the cabinets. “Okay, got it. Here.”

His large hand held hers up as he ripped the band aid’s packaging open with his teeth, carefully placing it over her wound.

“There.” the Devils' player smiled, holding her bandaged finger to his lips and giving it a small kiss. “All better.”

Suddenly, butterflies rose in Y/N's stomach, making her cheeks flush a deep shade of pink as his lips touched her skin. She removed her hand from his, chuckling nervously.

“Thanks, Rowdy. Let me just clean this up and I’ll join you guys in a minute.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, leave it as it is, we’ll handle it after dinner, alright?” the groom-to-be yelled from the adjacent room.

“You heard the boss.” Jack smirked, moving to let her go ahead. “After you.”

Y/N reluctantly headed back to her seat, handing Cole the Capri Sun she managed to retrieve before the brunette man practically forced her leave the mine field that was the kitchen and mouthing I’m sorry to David and River for being the reason they would now be losing their deposit, to which her brother and future brother-in-law replied with matching mocking eye-rolls.

Dinner went smoothly, with Trevor and Alex occasionally complaining about not getting to drink the fancy vintage wine David had brought from his own personal cellar.

“This wine has put me into the mood, someone play me a song!” River demanded, eyeing Jack.

“You want me to sing... And acapella?”

“Of course not, we’ve got a piano over there. David can play! Get your butt over there, D!” the eldest Y/L/N demanded. “You too, songbird.” he motioned to his friend with his head. “And don’t think I forgot about you, Y/N.”

The doctor tried to protest, but it was useless. River would get what River wanted, one way or another.

David, Jack and Y/N got up and padded to the shiny musical instrument, with the wedding entourage in tow.

“I feel like I should remind you I haven’t done anything like this in years and the only public I ever have are Mia and Volcra.” she warned, propping herself up on the piano, a useless effort to try and match Aleksander’s height. “Any requests?”

“Surprise us.” the groom-to-be shrugged, sipping on his glass of red wine.

“I’ve got a great one.” David announced, whispering something into Y/N's ear. “What do you think?”

She smiled at his suggestion, nodding and repositioning herself on the lid so she was closer to Jack, to let him in on what they were singing. “You start.”

“You’re just too good to be true… I can’t take my eyes off of you… You’d be like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much…” the raven-haired man sang, shutting his eyes in order to be able to concentrate on the lyrics and not the beautiful woman perched on the piano right beside him.

“Aw, they sang this at the mock-talent show in camp.” Cole cooed, slapping Trevor's arm to get his attention.

“There, there, Claude… Are the hormones kicking in?” he joked.

“Shut it.” he smiled, nudging his side.

“No, god, they’re not singing this again!” Quinn moaned to River, sick and tired of hearing that particular duet.

“Quinner, I’m trying to keep up my matchmaking stats, let these fools sing all the love songs they want…” the groom-to-be scolded him in a hushed tone, hiding behind his glass.

“They’re so sweet they might give me diabetes, I love them.” Alex chirped from behind them, mouth stuffed with dessert.

“Pardon the way that I stare, there’s nothing else to compare… The sight of you leaved me weak, there’s no more words left to speak…” Y/N sang softly, smiling when Jack's eyes met hers, just after he finished his part.

Jack stared at her in awe, completely hypnotized by her voice. He had forgotten just how much he loved it when she sang. Her unwavering talent had him whipped. He simply couldn’t take his eyes off her, swallowing hard when he realized just how stunning she looked at that very moment. Only Y/N could make sitting on top of a piano the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed.

“But if you feel like I feel, please let me know that it’s real…” the doctor harmonized as she slid off the lid, ruffling through Jack's hair, not once breaking eye contact.

“I love you baby, and if it’s quite alright, I need you baby, to warm a lonely night… I love you baby, trust me when I say…” they sang in unison, smiling widely at each other.

Y/N picked up his hand, a jolt of energy rushing through her body, as it did Jack's, as her twirled her around.

“Oh pretty baby, don’t bring me down, I pray, oh pretty baby, now that I’ve found you, stay… And let me love you baby, let me love you...”

For a moment, everything stopped, and they were the only people in the room. No entourage, no piano, no past, no future. They gazed into each other’s eyes, breathless.

“Alright! Beautiful!” Trevor clapped loudly, breaking the silence. “Sorry, Junior, you know I love you, but there’s going to be enough sappy love songs at the wedding and, as a very romantic dude, there’s still a limit to how many of those I can listen to before barfing.” he explained, not getting a response from the pair.

“Z, you fucker.” River chided, picking up the wine bottle and pouring himself a bit more.

“Hey! That’s another quarter!” Leo protested.

“I know, darling, uncle River is being very naughty, but Trevor is insufferable.” the oldest Y/L/N shrugged.

“Okay, Leo, time for bed.” David announced, giving his fiancé a pointed look.

“It’s only half past ten, uncle David. It’s Friday, can’t I stay up for a little while longer?” the seven-year-old bargained, pouting.

“We’ve had a long day, honey…. Didn’t the flight wear you out?”

The boy shook his head.

“Well, it’s bedtime anyway, buddy.” David dictated, picking his nephew up. “Say goodnight to everyone.”

“Night…” Leo sighed defeatedly, a loud yawn escaping his lips, as if prompted.

“Oh, you weren’t tired, hu?” River laughed, rubbing his back and kissing his forehead. “Love you, kid. Uncle David will help you get ready for bed. We'll all go to sleep in a few as well.”

 * 

After cleaning up the mess in the kitchen and doing the dishes, the small group headed outside, gathering around the large firepit in the back deck. River laid back against David’s chest on a sunbed, beside Alex, Trevor and Cole, who rested on the three remaining chairs.

Jack and Y/N sat right next to Quinn on the wooden pavement, silently looking at the fire as the rest of the group chatted away excitedly about the next morning. They were planning on spending it relaxing and exploring their beautiful surroundings before the big day arrived. From time to time, they would glance at each other, small smiles etching on their faces as they divided their attention between the ardent sparks of the flames, the shining stats and their friends’ conversation.

The clock struck midnight, much to their surprise. Time does fly by when you’re in good company. Hadn’t it been for the ringtone of the alarm set on Trevor's phone, they would’ve never guessed what time it was.

Trevor rose from his comfortable seat, stripping off his shirt, throwing it on the sunbed.

“What the hell are you doing?” Cole inquired, raising an eyebrow as his friend tried to take off his sneakers.

“Skinny dipping at midnight, remember?”

“I had completely forgotten about that!” Y/N crowed, slapping her own forehead. “Cole, how did we let this slide?”

“I think the booze kind of mellowed me out, Junior.” the blond man smiled down at her lazily, his head resting on his fist. “My sincerest apologies.”

“Does this mean we don’t have to do it?” Trevor asked with a hopeful glint in his green eyes, getting his jeans back up.

“Oh no, sweetheart, you still have to do it. A deal is a deal, right?” she smirked at her friend, balancing herself on Quinn so she could get up.

“This is so evil of you…Why do I keep underestimating you, woman?” he grumbled, stomping his feet on the ground after having to get his pants down once again.

“I’ve been asking myself that same question.” Y/N winked, patting his back as he went down the pathway to the lake in only his briefs, holding the rest of his garments in his arms, followed closely by Cole. “You too, Hughes.”

The brunette man sighed and got up as well, taking his sweatshirt and t-shirt off to reveal his chiseled torso, throwing them over his shoulder and following his friends.

“Y/N, if Jack gets pneumonia and my mom asks... I was not here." Quinn mumbled.

“This is going to be good. Watch me document all of it.” River chuckled.

“I’m getting them some towels, the temperature is supposed to stoop lower in the next hour.” David informed them, squeezing River's hand before leaving their side.

“Do we wake Alex up?” Y/N asked, looking back at her friend’s sleeping figure a few feet away from them.

“No, leave him be. You know how grumpy he gets when we interrupt his version of beauty sleep.” the designer reasoned, dragging her along with them down to the lake.

Y/N hoped by the time they got there, their friends would already be in the water, no awkward and unnecessary nakedness in sight.

Sure enough, Jack was already fully wet, his hair clinging to his forehead before he swept it back in one quick motion. Trevor, on the other hand, was still psyching himself up to get water up past his knees.

“You don’t have to do it, you dumbass! You'll just have to physically fight Cole and Y/N.” Quinn taunted.

“Oh, what a glorious night.” River sighed, taking photographs with a satisfied grin on his face.

A snort escaped Y/N's nose when she noticed the friend they called the big child had a small duck tattooed in one of his ass cheeks.

Trevor turned around at the unbecoming sound of it, immediately ready to protest the mockery, giving the people on the shore a full-frontal view of his body.

“Oh, god, Z, turn around, no one wants to see that!” Quinn screeched, covering his eyes, while Cole, Y/N and Quinn bent over themselves, their stomachs aching from laughing so hard.

“What? It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve all seen it!”

Quinn shook his head and looked down. “I have seen too much of you already."

“Go on, Zegras. We’re waiting!” River urged, crossing his arms over his chest after he recomposed himself.

The Devils' player was watching the whole thing pan out from the water, not being able to keep a straight face when Trevor made a run for it and finally decided to dive, only to come up screaming in agony.

“Fuck! It’s so cold! Okay, we’ve done our share, let’s get out of here.”

“Do you need me to get your floaties, boys?” Y/N teased from the shore.

“We’re fine. If it comes to it, I’ll use Z as my buoy.” Jack jokingly waved her off, going underwater once more.

“That’s enough. I think Tiffani with an i will kill me if I make you freeze to death. You can come out now!” the doctor directed, seeing David arrive with the towels. “Let’s hope next time you try to make a bet, you’re aware of who you’re up against.” she smirked, turning her back on them and making her way back to the cabin.

“Where’s Alex?” she wondered, glancing around the large terrace, not being able to spot his curls anywhere.

“He probably woke up, saw we left him out here alone and ran inside. You know how paranoid he is about nocturnal animals, even though I already explained to him there’s only a one percent chance he’ll be attacked by a night owl.” Quinn theorized.

River, Jack, Trevor, Cole and David were quick to join them, the two swimmers now fully clothed. The seven of them sat back down by the fire, warming up on a particularly chilly summer night.

“This has been extremely fun, but I’ve been up since five in the morning and I seriously need to catch up on the wasted sleeping hours.” the groom-to-be informed them, a yawn escaping his lips as he turned to face his fiancé. “You’re coming, babe?”

“Yeah.” David replied, giving the rest of them a half salute. “See you in the morning, guys.”

Trevor eventually went inside as well, after he complained for an hour about how he couldn’t feel his body and how Y/N and Cole would end up having to visit his grave, forever regretting having forced him to swim in such terrible conditions, leaving a widowed Tiffani with an i and a fatherless pup to fend for themselves. Of course Cole ended up slapping him in the back of his head and followed his lead, because, in his words “beauty doesn’t just happen”.

Y/N and Jack were the only ones left on the deck, looking up at the shimmering stars, most of them unknown to the pair due to the fact they were concealed by the overwhelmingly bright city lights back home.

“I had forgotten just how beautiful the night sky is.” she half-whispered, hugging her knees.

“My mother says we don’t stop and look at the sky as often as we should and that’s why we roam around without any sense of direction and waste time looking for things that have been right in front of us all alone.” the Devils' player recited, while laying by her side, tapping his fingertips on his chest.

“Ellen's a wise woman.”

“Yeah, she gets all spiritual at family dinners.”

She snorted at his reply, reaching out to lightly nudge his side.

“You know, I spent a week or so in Fort Apache a lifetime ago, and met this wonderful woman named Cora, who was ninety-nine back then. She had the most amazing stories to tell and she spoke with so much joy I could swear her eyes shined as bright as these stars.”

The doctor paused, glancing at Jack, who was apparently hanging on every word she said.

“Cora told me how the Native-American explain the origin of the night sky. You see, back when the sky was completely dark, there was a chief with two sons: a younger son, One Who Walks All Over the Sky, and an older son, Walking About Early. The younger son was sad to see the sky always so dark so he made a mask out of wood and pitch and lit it on fire, originating the sun. He travelled across the sky each and every day, sleeping below the horizon at night. When he snored, sparks flew from his mask and created the stars.” Y/N remembered, pointing at the enormous cluster of stars above them. “The older brother got jealous so, in order to impress their father, he smeared fat and charcoal on his face, making his own path across the sky, becoming the moon.”

“You still know all of that by heart?” he asked, intrigued by his longtime friend’s knowledge of other cultures.

“I carry Cora and every person who’s had an impact on me in my heart everywhere I go. They shaped me into the woman I am today and I am so thankful for them. I’ve learned that every single moment of our lives is a gift. This. Here and now. Stargazing with you, a day away from my brother’s wedding. Moments like this are worth all the heartache and pain I’ve gone through, because I know sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”

A chill ran through the doctor's body, which warned her it was fighting the inevitability of the decrease of its temperature should she decide to remain outside. She shook it off, stroking her arms with her hands and internally beating herself up for not bringing a jacket when she came outside, but not wanting to ruin the quiet moment between the two of them by going inside.

“Are you cold?” Jack's warm voice and the touch of his hand on her arm bringing her back to reality. “Jesus, Mess, you’ve got goosebumps all over your skin. Take my sweatshirt.”

“Then you will be cold. I feel like we’ve had this conversation before.” she chuckled, as he removed the garment for the second time that night.

“Please, I was born in May, I’m hot-blooded. And yeah, we have. Plymouth, about a month or so ago.” he retorted, handing her his favorite comfy hoodie.

The coach's daughter rolled her eyes, reluctantly taking it and putting it on.

“Warm enough?”

“Weirdly enough, no.” she sighed, rubbing her hands together.

“Okay, then. I’ll guess we’ll have to give plan B a try.” Jack said, positioning himself behind Y/N and wrapping his strong arms around her. “Better now?”

The doctor blushed furiously, thankful he couldn’t see the deep crimson color staining her cheeks. She thought about fidgeting in his embrace so he would let go of her and they wouldn’t have to be so close to each other but, against the logical thing to do, Y/N let herself sink further into his chest.

“Yes.” She murmured. “Thank you.”

He simply smiled in response, taking in everything that was rushing through his mind in a comfortable silence.

“Do you know why Stevie and I broke up?” Jack blurted out after a couple of minutes, catching her by surprise.

“I don’t think you mentioned it, no.”

“She wanted me to propose.”

Y/N looked back at him, her big brown eyes urging him to continue speaking.

“Stevie gave me an ultimatum because she was tired of waiting for me to make any kind of decisions regarding our relationship and… I told her I couldn’t marry her.”

“Why?” she asked, immediately scolding herself internally for prying.

“Because, even though I loved her, we were pieces that didn’t fit, even if I wasn’t completely aware of that at the time. I just knew I wouldn’t be able to pop the question. And, as I have learned, if the pieces don’t fit like they should, you can’t force them together. It will only lead to resentment and self-loathing, and I didn’t want her to go through that.”

The doctor blinked twice, processing what he had just told her. She never thought she’d see this side of Jack. In fact, she didn’t even know it existed. Sure, he had opened up to her back in Michigan, but he hadn’t revealed how much of a selfless, loving man he was. It warmed her heart knowing that he wouldn’t knowingly and willingly hurt those around him.

“Wow… Rowdy…”

“I told you I didn’t feel heartbroken, and I don’t, but I do feel guilty at times. Have I made a mistake? Have I wasted her time? Was that cowardly of me, to run away from her and our relationship?”

“You didn’t run away. You just knew that it was for the best. I worried for months on end after my marriage ended that I had made a mistake. I was so scared. Then it hit me: we weren’t good together, and we certainly weren’t built to last. I couldn’t just drag it out just because our vows included till death do us part. You’re supposed to live life at its fullest, love deeply and be happy. I mean, if you’re not happy, then what’s the point?”

Jack averted his eyes to the dark sky once again, thinking about Y/N's words. Her inebriating scent invaded his senses, the feeling of her hand on his arm making him to the conclusion he was right where he wanted to be. The pieces finally fit.

Getting up quietly, she picked up a few small logs from the basket near the firepit to revive the fire that had almost gone out while they spoke.

“One day I’ll get myself a red Chevrolet pickup and I’m going to drive through America with it.” Y/N said, changing the subject, as she sat back down next to him and showed him one of her mesmerizing smiles.

“Why that car specifically?” the brunette man inquired, moving to lay on his back.

“I don’t know, I’ve always wanted one. I guess it’s just my own version of the dream all those movies talk about: a vintage car, my little girl and an adventure. Maybe I’ll even go further and drive over to Canada, visit Quinny, who knows?” the beautiful woman trailed off, mimicking his movements, resting her body beside his.

“Fuck, that’s so much better than any of my dreams. Now I want a road trip.” he complained, letting out a chuckle.

“Maybe someday we’ll finally get to do what we really want to do.”

Jack gazed at Y/N adoringly, watching as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

“Someday can’t get here quick enough."

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a heart like yours part 6: a search for honesty

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Summary: The curse is broken, but you're alone. So…who woke you? You try to find out.

Pairing: Loki x Reader; Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: mild angst, idiots in love [let me know if i missed anything!]

The first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was that you were alone. And then you felt the sensors on your temples and you made quick work of taking them off of you. 

"FRIDAY?" you said into the empty room.

"Yes, Agent Y/L/N? And might I say I am glad to see you awake."

"What day is it? And time?"

"It's 5:37 in the morning, and it is currently Tuesday, the 27th."

"How did I get here?"

"You were brought in here via the Quinjet approximately 22 hours ago, along with the Sin Healer who is currently situated in one of our magic dampened holding cells. Shall I inform Doctor Banner that you are awake?"

"I uhh—sure, FRIDAY. But just Banner for now. I don't have it in me to face the rest of them yet. Thanks." 

"Very well, Agent Y/L/N. I shall also inform Doctor Banner of your request for privacy. He should be here to meet you in a few moments. Welcome back." 

While waiting for Bruce, you looked around the room, trying desperately to find some clue left behind by the one who woke you and found nothing. You clutched the blanket draped over you, wincing in confusion as you felt the silken material. Now I know even Stark wouldn't shell out the budget for silk blankets in the fucking medical wing. "FRIDAY, turn the lights on at 30%, will you? Thanks." 

When the room was softly illuminated enough for you to see, your eyes teared up at the sight of the emerald green silk you'd more than once been wrapped in when you fell asleep in the common areas of the Tower. Loki's cape. 

"He said you were cold to the touch," Bruce said from the door. You hadn't even noticed he already arrived. "Of course you were next to dead so that was expected." He walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. "It's good to see you awake, Y/N." 

"It's good to be awake." You offered the scientist a small smile. "You have any idea who woke me?" 

"I have my ideas but I'll keep it to myself." You threw him a look in disbelief. "Look if it is who I think it is, then they should tell you in person." 

"You don't think it's Steve, either, do you?" 

"Nah. The man tried so many times today and got nothing. Things in here got so heated we almost had a Steve-shaped hole in the glass there." He pointed at the glass wall to your right. "Laufeyson almost went full frost giant on his--"

"Hold on. Loki? He was going blue?" Impossible. He couldn't have. Not over this.

"Oh yeah. Kept going on about how you were lost to them and it was all Steve's fault because he didn't love you enough to break your curse. Really felt sorry for the guy, you know? He carried you in here from the Quinjet and when we found him he was on his knees, Y/N. He kept telling you that things were gonna be fine, Steve would wake you, things would go back to how they were. So you can imagine the hinges on him coming loose when you didn't wake up."

"Bruce that doesn't make any sense." 

"The guy was mourning you, Y/N. We all were. None of us were making sense," Bruce reasoned. Though something in you felt as if he was keeping something from you. "He'll be fucking insane once he finds out you're awake. He might not ever leave your side again. You wanna call him down here?" Okay that really made no sense. Sure he was always a tad protective with you when you were out on missions together, but that level of attachment? That implied something else.  Something you didn't want to even consider with how absolutely batshit the notion was to you.

"No not yet. Someone I gotta talk to first." You took a breath. "FRIDAY? Could you call Steve. Just Steve. And tell him to meet Dr Banner down here, please? Don't tell him I'm awake." 

Bruce turned to you with a confused look. 

"I need to see something," you explained. "That's all." 

"Just make sure you  know what you're doing, Y/N."

You gave him as much of a reassuring smile as you could. "All I'm doing right now is trying to find out who woke me. And maybe putting my life into order. That's all." 

The second Steve walked in to the room you knew. It was written all over his face: the shock, the disbelief, and then ultimately the relief. "Cou--Y/N." His backpedaling on the awful nickname took you aback. "Baby, you're awake." He strode over to you and wrapped you in his arms.

"So you finally listened about that horrendous name," you teased. "Who knew all it took was getting cursed and facing nearly certain death?" 

"Sweetheart it's too early to make jokes about that," he nearly scolded you. "I couldn't sleep. I looked all over my apartment and all I could see was you. Y/N I'm so sorry." 

"I'm sorry, too," you answered. "Steve. Baby we should talk." 

He pulled away from you and looked into your eyes. "It's over, isn't it?" 

You grimaced in response. "Yeah, it's over. When you realize that your love isn't enough to break a curse that literally only requires that whole-hearted kind of love, it really puts things into perspective, you know?" It was his turn to wince at your words now. "Look, I think when we started this whole thing, a part of me always knew that I wasn't going to be…the woman you loved. I think when we got together, we just didn't…we didn't want to be alone." 

"Y/N you need to know that I did love you--"

"I know. And I loved you. And I will always love you, just…I suppose this is my shitty way of saying that I'm pretty sure that if the roles were reversed? If you were the one that got cursed? I wouldn't be able to break it, either. You love Peggy, you're always gonna love Peggy more than anyone. And you deserve to be with someone that you can love more than you loved her; that woman isn't me. As for me? You're not that guy for me, either." 

A sad smile crossed his face.  "Laufeyson?" You nodded. 

"Stupid pathetic little mortal, right?" you joked, motioning to yourself. 

"I wouldn't be too sure, Y/N. He had his moments ever since he found you that had me thinking maybe he could break your curse." 

"Hold on. Say that again? Loki found me?" 

He nodded. "Yeah. I walked into the cottage once you reached out to us on comms and he was already there, on his knees, holding you in his arms. Didn't let you go once in the eight hours we flew from Sorsogon back here. Refused to." 

You shook your head at him. "Steve that's impossible." 

"Look I'm just telling you what I saw. And what I saw was a guy on his last shred of sanity, pushing me into a glass wall and blaming me for your death going 'She's gone I'll never see her again'." 

You  kept shaking your head at him. "Look, can we change subject here? It's--I can't wrap my head around it. At least not on a stomach that's been empty for over 24 hours." 

"Crap. Okay we could tell the rest of the team and then we can get breakfast, okay?"

He stood up and looked like he was about to start knocking down doors at this ungodly hour, but you grabbed hold of his arm to stop him. "Actually…could you call in a meeting? Don't tell them what it's about, I don't care what you tell them just don't mention that I'm awake." 

"Why Agent Y/L/N, are you scheming?" The tone in his voice told you he was definitely on board with whatever you had in mind. "Before I do, what exactly are you trying to achieve?" 

"I wanna know who woke me. And people's reactions when they're in shock usually give them away. Assuming, of course, that their poker face is as shitty as yours." 

He broke out into a laugh and pulled you into another embrace. It would take time, but this moment told you everything you needed to know. You two would be just fine moving forward. "It's good to have you back, Y/N." 

"Cap, why the hell did you wake us all up at this hour of the day?" Stark fumed at the captain. "Some of us have only started to sleep. I had to keep lulling my daughter back to sleep because she kept on waking up in tears and shouting that Auntie Y/N was gone forever." 

"And some of us haven't even slept yet," Natasha grumbled, pointing a finger between her and Wanda. "We lost our best friend." Then she threw a look at Loki. "Some of us lost more than that." 

The captain then threw a look his way, making him exasperated. "Look, Captain Rogers, I apologize for throwing you into that wall, but I do not apologize for my words. As of this moment, Y/N remains unconscious and--"

His words were cut off by the sound of the door opening and your voice floating in. "Morning." When his gaze landed on you, the relief that washed over him nearly compelled him to walk over to you, pull you into his arms and hold on to you for the rest of his days. 

The opportunity was lost when your friends pulled you into their arms, weeping and peppering your temples and cheeks with kisses. He watched as you pulled away from them and took a good thorough look at what they'd become since you fell victim to the curse. "You two look like shit." They shrugged at you. "It wasn't either of you, was it? Neither of you even tried kissing me and seeing what would happen?" 

"Oh no I tried," Wanda answered you. "I tried real hard. With tongue, too."

That caused you to burst out into a fit of laughter that nearly made his heart ache with elation. He'd laid in bed just a few hours earlier grieving you, believing that he'd never hear that laugh again, and now here you were smiling at laughing at your friends' absurdities. 

"Wan, I wasn't ready!" you said through your giggles. 

"I know, but I couldn't resist. And also I'm a bit drunk. Natasha broke out the good stuff from Tony's staaaaa--I mean she brought out the good vodka." A sheepish look appeared on her face as Stark began to glare at her and the Russian spy. 

"But honestly though, doll face, how are you even awake? I thought this punk over here tried and failed." Barnes pointed at your lover and looked at you, confused. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're alive, but I'm also…shocked? Confused? If it wasn't Steve…who?" 

"That's what I wanna know, too, Bucky," you answered him, looking around the room and looking everyone in the eyes. "Any of you wanna admit you've been secretly in love with me all this time? Speak now or forever hold your peace and all that." When your eyes met his, he could nearly hear his pulse in his ears as he tried to keep his expression stoic. He couldn't bear it if you were to figure out that it was him, and he would have to see the horror and rejection set in to your gaze. That would end him where he stood.

"How positive are you that it wasn't a last ditch attempt by Capsicle over there that finally took?" Stark asked you. 

You looked at Stark, and then at Rogers, with eyes that looked almost regretful. "I knew that Steve would attempt. I mean, he was my boyfriend and--"

"Was??" Natasha and Wanda shrieked. 

"Yeah…we uhh…it's over. We ended things before he called you all down here." The sad nostalgic eyes stayed as you kept on. "When you realize that your love isn't the ancient curse-breaking type of love, it kinda makes you realize that it's not the right love, you know?" 

There was such silence for a good few moments before Thor spoke up. "Well then, this is a cause for celebration. Y/N is alive and well, the Sin Healer has been apprehended, and we no longer have to hear our friend being compared to a cushioned sitting ornament for the rest of all time." Everyone chuckled at his words, even Loki. "Shall we eat? I'm famished!" 

"Says the god munching on a pop tart to the woman who's gone without food for nearly 40 hours," you shot back at him, the comical timing of your stomach grumbling making everyone double over in laughter. 

Everyone filed out one by one, taking their time to embrace you or ruffle your hair, essentially show you a form of affection. When Stark got to you, he suggested that you be the one to wake up his daughter, that she would be over the moon if she woke up and you were already there, ready to bring her along to breakfast. When your former lover got to you, he held you in an almost somber embrace and you briefly discussed something about retrieving one another's belongings from your apartments.

By the time it had only been him left, you gave him a soft smile before turning toward the door. "Y/N," he called out, stopping you from moving an inch. When he made his way to you, there was his best attempt at a playful grin on his face. "Do I not get an embrace?" 

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. The same ones he'd kissed possibly just moments before you awoke. Could it be? Could he have--?

Quite possibly. 

"I know you're not one for…sentiment. Or affection, so I figured I'd spare you the--" He cut off your words by pulling you into his arms in a tight embrace, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. 

"Today is an exception, darling," he whispered into your hair. "You've no idea how glad I am that you're alive." He resisted the urge to press a kiss to your temple, your cheeks, any place his lips could touch, really. He didn't want to risk you recoiling from him. 

"You don't happen to know who woke me, do you?" 

I did, he wanted to tell you. Instead he did what those around you thought he did best. He lied. "Sorry, darling, I don't. I would assume you'd wish to thank them. I wish I could be of more assistance." 

"That's alright. If the curiosity consumes me, I can always ask FRIDAY," you said casually as you pulled away from him. He did everything in his power to not show the panic setting in. "I mean, I set up the security system there myself, so really if I wanted to know so desperately, which at the moment I don't I'm still just glad to be awake again, all I have to do is ask." 

If Loki's blood could go cold, it would have. 

A/N: Everybody let's give it up for the end of an era. We never have to see that nickname again lol.

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