Do you think you could do a Jacaerys x reader where they are childhood enemies but get betrothed and when things are going well in their marriage Jace misinterprets a moment with reader and someone else and accuses the reader to be pregnant with a bastard until it’s born looking exactly like him and he must reconcile and win reader back.
Sworn Enemies || j.v
Pairing : Jacaerys Velaryon x reader
Warning : none
You weren’t surprised. When your mother mentioned it and your sister ran into your room to check on you a few moments after your talked with your mother.
You were a noble and you had known since the very first that you would be bethrothed with another noble. Unfortunately, your family was being too close to the Targaryens that the first person they chose for you to marry was the last person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.
The marriage was rocky and was filled with arguments — even about the smallest things. Your marriage was built by loath instead of love. You couldn’t stand his arrogance and he couldn’t stand your stubborness. Your hatred towards each other was so deep in your blood that it became the reason you ended up with his child.
Just like any other night, there you stood in different sides of your shared chambers. The bed seperating you as you had argued since the past hour.
“Don’t you dare lie to me!” Jace’s voice roared, filling the room with his anger.
“How dare you accuse me of something I didn’t do?!” You matched his tone, firm and loud.
“I am not accusing you of anything!” His jaw clenched slightly. “That baby is a bastard and you know I’m right.”
You bit back your tongue once you processed his words. He called your son a bastard. He called his own son a bastard.
“You are insane.” You spat through gritted teeth. “You have no proof on what you believe in, however I do and you’re too terrified that I might be right.”
“Nonsense!” He shook his head. “I’m not terrified of anything because I know I’m right.”
“Then take a look at your own son!” You pointed at the crib which was placed beside your side of the bed. “You have refused to even take a peak of him since he was born. Do you despise him that much?”
“He is not my son!” His voice boomed through the room.
A sudden cry broke from the baby, stealing both your attentions. You rushed towards the crib and took the baby gently before rocking him in your arms. Whispers of sweet nothings followed by a humming of the first song which came to your mind, eventually died down the cries. It only took a while before the baby went back to his slumber.
Disgust written on Jace’s face as he watched the two of you. “We need to get rid of him as soon as possible.”
Your face fell in surprise at his suggestion. There was a long moment of a pause before you moved to place the baby back on his crib. A long sigh left your lips in disbelief.
You were tired of convincing him. If you had to be honest, it hurt you every time. You wouldn’t care if he was mocking you nor he was treating you as if you had betrayed his family, but it was his son he was hating. His own flesh and blood he planned to banish.
“Are you really that insisting?” Your voice broke. Your heart aching. But you forced yourself to keep a fierce look on your face and your posture straight.
Jace let out a scoff. “You were the one who betrayed this marriage.”
“I would never!” Your voice heightened, but it wasn’t anger. You were exhausted. “I may despise you with every inch of my body, but I would never do such. I love my family and I would do anything to keep our names clean, so don’t you ever start a rumor just because you got tired of me.”
“Got tired of you?” Jace taunted. “I had wished for your death since forever, but I have never started such rumours.”
“Then whoever did!” Your chest moved up and down. Your eyes were filled with desperation, silently pleading for him to believe you. “You may hate me for the rest of your life, but that is your son, Jacaerys! Just for this once, I am asking you to second your beliefs.”
“He is not my son!”
“Take a look for yourself!”
That was the last thing you said before you exit the room. It was starting to become too much for you. Your chest hurt from holding back tears. You didn’t want to seem weak in front of him, or else he would’ve thought he won the argument.
Once you found yourself in the middle of the empty hallway, you broke down. A hand covering your mouth to silent the cries as you fell down to your knees.
On the other side of the door, stood a hesitant Jacaerys. If he had to be honest, a part of him wanted to believe you, but he had to big of an ego and a habit of always wanting to be better than you, so he was persistance of his opinion.
His eyes stared at the crib for a long minute. He was arguing with his mind whether he should just leave the room or do as you ask. His hands were fisting the material of his coat.
“Fuck this.” He said before walking up towards the crib.
His angry expression was soon replaced by a soft one once his eyes caught a glimpse of the baby. His mouth fell open slightly. The baby was a carbon copy of him — brunette hair, brown eyes, his nose, his lips. Shame masked his face the longer he looked at the baby.
He stumbled back in surprise. His hands were holding at the crib to steady himself. Guilt rushed through him like a wave of tsunami. You weren’t lying. The baby was his heir, his firstborn, his own flesh and blood.
Warning(s): +18, Kidnapping, Mentions of past non con, Forced pregnancy. Ward is a warning himself.
Author's Note(s): I got this idea after listening to Beyonce's haunting music video.
You've been best friends with Sarah since childhood. When your parents decide to move away, she insisted you live with her family to attend the same college. With their blessing, you find yourself living with the family as a personal housekeeper. It's a reliable source of income that's kept you busy.
As soon as school was out, you decide to pick up another job at a local diner. You were given a key to their home due to you working late shifts. Ward insisted it was too dangerous, he assigns Rafe as your personal driver. But when you go missing one night, the entire town has their eyes set on the Cameron family.
A search party is held the next morning and following nights after. Rafe is the only one who doesn't attend. Only returning after spending the weekend probably partying. Ward scolds his son for being so careless, but Rafe didn't seem to care. No matter what he does, his father always seems to find another flaw in him. He shows more affection towards his daughter's best friend than his own flesh and blood. He'll be damned if he's second best to some Pogue.
It's been months since your disappearance. So when the police inform the Camerons that your investigation had been labeled a cold case, Ward had to be the one to break the news. After the last and final search party, Ward consoles his daughters. Rafe on the other hand, was nowhere to be found.
Typical, unreliable Rafe. In fact, none of it even bothered him. Someone who he's been responsible for the past year suddenly goes missing and there isn't even the slightest bit of concern. Nothing. If it weren't for Topper's party, he would've been a prime suspect. Ward knew of your friendship with Sarah, that’s why he agreed to hire you in the first place. You were a good kid. Until the day his son informs him that you ran off with some merchandise. Ward ignored all of Sarah's pleas and files a police report, from then on the rest was history.
Ward had kept himself cooped up in his office. Tonight had been a thunderstorm warning he could hear the heavy rain pattering against the windows. He listens to the strong, sharp wind. It resembles a faint cry, no...plea. It sounded almost like you. Like he could hear your cries from down the halls. As if you were still here. Calling, pleading for help. This wouldn't be the first time he's felt a presence in their house. He swore he heard it first coming from the vents. Surely it would go away the next morning. An hour had passed and it was still there.
A faint, ghost-like howling. Ward knows he isn't alone. Wheezie was out for a slumber party, and Sarah was at a friend's place. He could've sworn he saw Rafe stepping foot inside right before the storm hit. But nowadays it was hard to tell. His son barely set foot inside the house. Not unless he was rummaging for supplies or extra cash. To the point where even his father grew suspicious of his activities. He wasn't on Pogue territory, and none of his Kook friends had seen him recently. His jeep was still parked out front, so where the hell was he?
Ward searches for his son upstairs. He makes his way inside Rafe's room. His son wasn't there, the only clue being left is his phone tossed aside on the bed. Knowing Rafe, he'd never step outside the house without it. This time there's another shrill cry, more audible is heard coming from behind Rafe's bed. It sends shivers down his spine. Ward pulls it back, revealing the vent connected to it. He knows where it leads to.
See, the Cameron estate held a few secret rooms. One of them had been in his office. Another in the library, and the last room being an underground storage unit, built years ago by the first owners. He makes his way to the basement, where the entrance to the bunker was. To his surprise, there was a faint light at the end of the staircase. Finally, the voice halts. Whoever this intruder was, they're certainly not welcomed to squat in his house.
Ward picks up a lamp left at the end of the stairs. He follows the faint noise until he reaches the source. For a moment, they sound like Sarah's until he listens more closely, no, he was sure they were yours. But how? You'd been missing for months. He shines the light at the silhouette. His burning question finally being answered. That night their family joined your search party, everyone had been there. All except one.
Ward knew he should've spotted the signs. He knew something wasn’t right when his son of all people suggested that you, his old classmate, work with them. It wasn’t like his son to help hire employees. Let alone a housekeeper. He should've kept more distance between the two of you. That night, Rafe was supposed to pick you upand he did. The housekeepers who had left for the night. So there was no one who saw him dragging you down the basement stairs. During all these months he'd been cooped up down here. All this time, Rafe knew.
Ward didn't want to admit it. If he could just sweep this whole incident under the rug, then maybe it would fade within time. But there you were, sobbing, rocking yourself back and fourth. He notices you were holding something. A bundled blanket. It starts moving. That's when he realizes there was no turning back from the damage Rafe had done.
A small fist raises in the air as the babe cried out for its mother. You were nearly drained, your face losing color as each minute passes. Drenched in sweat and still sore from the after birth. There was no time to spare. Ward had to think, and he had to think fast. Out of all the things Rafe could get himself in, why? Why did he bother someone like you of all people?
You were a good kid. You made everything around you better, and in a way, more complete. Ward noticed the way his son used to look at you. He should've stopped this sick obsession before it could take root. Never in his life would he predict such an outcome. You look up at him with pleading eyes, “P-please…please help us!” A small cry came from the covers. At that moment Ward realizes his son had gotten himself into something he couldn’t reverse.
What you had suffered was unfortunate, but he couldn’t risk losing everything he’d worked hard for. "P-please Mr. Cameron h-help me you have to hurry before he comes...!"
He throws on an act, "Honey, who?" Approaching you with fake concern.
"I'm so sorry I should've stayed far away--I should've never gone in his room if I knew he would--" you can't help but get choked up. Ward gently held your shoulders as he pulls you in for a hug. After a moment you gather enough courage to look him in the eyes, "It was Rafe. All along it was him!"
Ward felt horrible for what he was about to do, "Oh sweetheart..." he picks up the lantern and takes a step back, "I can't risk losing my family because of one mistake,"
That's when your entire world came crashing down. As if your heart had broken into a million pieces. This was the man who had watched you grow up with his children. Who you thought embraced you as one of his own. He sighs, "It's a small sacrifice to protect my family, I hope you'll understand now that you have one of your own," He makes his way up the stairs, ignoring the echoes that bounce off the walls as you plead, scream for mercy.
You let out a final shrill cry, "I hope this follows you for the rest of your life! Like a curse, I hope this haunts you for the rest of your life!" It was the last thing Ward hears from you before leaving. He meets Rafe at the entrance. His son drops the medical supplies in hand. He had had been sporting a fresh bruise on his face. One of the many you'd given him during these past months. Even now at your at your most vulnerable form.
Rafe had the audacity to look at him as if he'd just killed someone. Ward sighs, "Care to explain?" giving his son a moment to find the right words. Rafe isn't phased, not even in the slightest. He's not upset that he'd got caught. He's more nervous that his father found out about a the kid he had behind his back.
Rafe looks his father dead in the eyes, "I love her," smiling at his proclamation of 'love'. it was at that moment when Ward felt pity for his son. He should've known better when Rafe decided to go under the radar. Nothing good ever came from it.
As mad as he was, Ward couldn't blame the child born from such circumstances. So, the Cameron men decide to hatch a plan. Later that summer, the Camerons decide to hold a grand solstice celebration at their manor, inviting almost every single Kook in the area.
They decide to hold the event at their house. It was a coverup plan. An excuse to show off their newest renovations, which indirectly helped cover their tracks. A perfect distraction for the Cameron ladies of the house. Ward let them redecorate the inside in preparation for the party. It gave Ward and Rafe time to rearrange the old vents away from the noisy basement. All while Rose and the girls were kept busy with the décor.
During the event, Rafe took his time introducing his son to each and every last member of Kook society. The whereabouts of his mother seemingly out of the picture, abandoning her own child and leaving Rafe a single father. They took pity on him and the situation he'd been forced in. Rumors spreading that he'd been seduced by some lowly Pogue. He decides to step up into the role and embrace fatherhood, playing hero for safe face. Of course the Kooks ate his story up. Who doesn't love a happy ending?
Ward sees his son selling the story and can't help but feel much more relieved. Way more than he had been in months. But just to be sure, he kneels down to the nearest vent and places his ear against it, nothing. He hums a tune before downing his champagne. There would be no more 'hauntings' coming from the Cameron house.
CONTEXT : after Barry helps Rafe leaving the island, Rafe never comes back to Kildare, he left y/n alone, pregnant, not sure she wants to get an abortion.
WARNINGS : SPOILERS. mention of pregnancy, abortion, family traumas, break up and Ward.
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Time expands for a moment, y/n feels her legs go cotton, she blinks several times trying to understand. Around her, the last cops are leaving with boxes, the house of tannyhill is completely trashed, Ward is standing in his pajamas with a bathrobe. y/n's heart beats hard in her chest, her cheeks burn and her face turns red as her ears ring the last words she hears.
“Rafe is gone”
Where is he ? Why won't Ward leave her seeing him ? Why doesn't he want to explain to her? Why would Rafe leave without saying a word to the woman who means the most to him?
y/n knows something happened, a weird atmosphere reigns here. She was stopped by police officers who checked her identity before letting her in, the last teams leave with things, papers, computers, Ward's weapons. She doesn't want to ask questions or be indiscreet but the mystery seems to concern Rafe and she's not going to let anything slide.
She knows something happened but Ward refuses to talk to her. He doesn't want to let her see Rafe, or even talk to him. Rafe must be here, he's neither at Topper's nor Kelce's, and after what happened a few days, she's not likely to find him at Barry's...he must still being angry after Ward beat him up before returning the money from Rafe's debts.
She can't stand Ward, she's withRafe for almost a year now and she knows about all the shenanigans, the emotional manipulations that Ward uses on Rafe. but she stands in front of him, her eyes moist, ready to lose her patience and start insulting him, she wants an answer. She refuses to accept that he is simply “gone”. Because he would never have left without her, or without saying goodbye to her.
-You hear me, y/n?
-I’m sorry, Mr Cameron, but i really need to talk to Rafe now —
Ward narrows his eyes, leaning towards her as if to reach her height.
-I know my son cares a lot about you but… right now, he is not here. i’m going to tell you the truth— Rafe did something... and now the cops are after him. I sent him far away and he is not coming back.
y/n’s heart skips a beat when he finally tells her what’s happening. She stares into his eyes trying to read his face, she feels like he's waiting for her to say something.
would he know about that? how would he know? It happened almost two years ago! Rafe wouldn't have said anything to his dad, she's sure of it.
she purses her lips, frowning. she then remembers all the cops she has encountered since this morning and her heart beats faster when she imagines that Rafe fell for a murder he committed to protect her.
-W-What? he would never do … w-why are they … after him? she stutters.
his faceburns, if the cops are after Rafe, she should turn herself in too. Rafe shouldn't be taken for something they did together. she swallows in thought but Ward doesn't take her seriously. he gently shakes his head with a little pout before running his hands over her shoulders before moving her a little further away from the main room.
-I know you love him a lot and all… but he went somewhere safe and he is not coming back.
She knew Rafe by heart, she knew him better than Ward and anyone in this family. She couldn't believe it would end like this. he wouldn't have left without going to look for her, or without leaving her a clue, a word, something. it was impossible. If the cops were after him for anything, he would come and get her. she knew it, this feeling was so strong deep in her heart.
y/n runs her hands over her face, she feels the unbearable nausea disrupting her concentration, dizziness makes her head spin. she shakes her head trying to calm down. she grimaces, nervously gripping Ward's arm
-Sir, i really need to talk to him, you don’t understand… i need him-
-I know it’s hard especially at your age but-
-No, sir. i’m pregnant. i- i need to talk to him. it’s… it’s his baby.
Ward widens his eyes in shock, y/n pulls her hand away, completely panicked. She steps back, breathing heavily, having trouble keeping her wits about her. It all happens so quickly, so... nothing is planned, everything is so unpredictable. She hadn't planned on having a baby but she's not going to do anything without talking to him.
Usually, she just needs to feel Rafe's hands for the problems to float away from her mind. When she's against him, the sky can fall on her head and she doesn't care, because she's safe with him. Today he is not there and she has no idea how to handle reality, like remnants of the legacy of this addictive relationship that haunts her heart.
She fell in love with Rafe without expecting it, she has known him forever on this small island, she didn't like him at all at first. She has a long, complicated history with him. Yet it is him that her heart has chosen, it is her child that she carries within her, she cannot act as if his opinion did not count, as if he had just left.
-What?
-I’m pregnant and i need to talk to him. i need to see him, sir, i just need to talk to him. it’ll only last-
-You can’t- i’m sorry.
Their relationship is probably seen as unhealthy and toxic, but y/n can't leave him there, she won't abandon him. Y/n wants to talk to him. She wants to tell him, she wants to know what he thinks, she is incapable of making any decision without considering the opinion of Rafe, the father of her child. He's just as concerned as she is, he deserves to know.
-Sir, im not leaving. she frowns, shaking her head.
Ward grabs her arm to pull her into his office, he closes the door before turning to the painting in the library, he opens it to reveal his safe. y/n tilts her head narrowing her eyes, she watches him type in his code and he grabs a wad of cash. the nausea becomes insurmountable, she looks at him with wide eyes. She can't believe what's happening. Ward is paying her to have an abortion.
-Okay, okay. y/n… you know you can’t keep that baby ? you need to get an abortion, i even give you money. Rafe is not ready to be a father, he can’t even take care of himself-
-Hey! that’s bullshit! you don’t know hi- I shouldn’t talk to you about this.
he places this thick wad of bills in her hand to shut her up, y/n bites her lip, shaking her head.
-Sir, i need to talk to him, tell me where i can call him.
Ward tilts his head to look her straight in the eyes.
-Listen to me carefully, there is no way for you to contact Rafe without the cops hearing you. he is bugged. you would put him in danger. this child would put Rafe in danger. do what you have to do.
he nods slowly, y/n's eyes are bright with tears, she bites her lip to not burst into tears in front of him. she realizes that Rafe is no longer there and that there is nothing she can do to find out more. Ward won't tell him anything. she seems to be totally powerless in the face of her lover's escape.
—-
Rafe is standing on the seat of Barry's dingy trailer, completely stoned, lost and unable to find a solution. he doesn’t dare put his nose outside. he knows that the cops have enough evidence to incriminate him, now it will happen quickly. he saw it on the news, he grimaced as he passed his hand over his forehead. he can't help but dissociate in front of the television news, he can't believe he fell for this. he doesn't even have time to call Y/n, his father told him he was bugged... Rafe is pacing back and forth in the trailer, he can't stay there, once it gets dark fallen, he will go look for y/n. if he has to leave, it's with her. he rolls his eyes again, his father walks in, Rafe sinks into the chair.
-Rafe i want you to listen to me if you ever have been listening before.. i want you to take this.
he gives her a wad of bills, almost as thick as the one he gave to Y/n a few hours earlier. Ward licks his lip as he realizes he won't be seeing his son for a long time, if all goes well. Rafe had no choice. he had to succeed in leaving the island.
-You need to stay hidden and- go to wilmington. Okay ?
Rafe frowns, he can't just leave like that, he has to do something first. he has to go get her. he can't leave without her...
-Dad… i can’t… i can’t leave… i need to do something first-
-No, Rafe. you can’t waste time. i have a plan and i need you to leave the island to do it. please just get a boat to go to Wilmington.
Rafe shakes his head, he purses his lips as he mumbles something, high, his eyes roll, he frowns before turning to his father.
-I can’t go without Y/n. i’m not leaving without her.
Ward purses his lips as he looks down, he sighs deeply. he can't tell him that the woman he could be stupidly caught for is pregnant by him. he knew his son wouldn't stay focused if he didn't find something to say to stop him. Ward puts a hand on his son's shoulder.
-Son… she came this morning with… some of your stuffs… she…
ward clears his throat, Rafe frowns, as if he sees that his father is lying to him. he tilts his head.
-She told me to give it back to you. the cops already gave your name to the journalists and she saw you on TV.
Rafe shakes his head slowly, his eyes slowly closing but he comes to, the adrenaline in his racing heart is enough to cleanse the drug residue in his body. she would never have returned his things, even if they had left each other. she only has his clothes and she would never give him back, he knows it. she really likes this north west sweater and… y/n was more the type to burn everything. that's what she did with JJ's stuff.
-She would never do that, why are you lyin dad… rafe sighs, his disjointed words in his tired mouth.
-Rafe the whole island know you killed Peterkins, do you really think she was going to stay with you ? she told me she couldn’t stay with you and it was better she didn’t found you.
Rafe is way too high, these words are tearing his heart apart. Deep down, he had always been afraid that y/n would react like that, he hadn't had the courage to tell her what happened on that Tarmac... or everything that happened anymore late.
y/n knew him better than anyone, she had awakened this dark phase in him and she was the only one who could calm him down. he had always been afraid that she would be frightened by him, by what he was capable of doing in anger.
-She said it was better for her…
Rafe takes a deep breath, he keeps his head down, trying to hide his bright eyes. maybe he's right. maybe y/n was gone. she had really helped him the first time but finding out on the news that it had happened again was perhaps too much for her. the first time, it was different, Rafe had really saved y/n's life but now... how can we explain that he could take the life of this woman that everyone knew? Rafe keeps thinking, he tells himself he would do the same too... he's not sure he could handle a woman like him, why expect her to stay?
Ward continues to give him instructions but Rafe only half listens, he keeps thinking that he could try to pick her up before leaving for Wilmington. he would make a detour through her house, he would climb out of her window to find her… at least he would be secure.
-And i'll find you a plane so you can leave.
-Leave where ?
Ward shakes his head slowly.
-I don’t know son… somewhere safe.
Rafe sighs, unable to know where he would be safe without y/n.
——
Y/n is sitting on a boat, looking at the horizon. It's almost three am and the fishermen will arrive soon. if he ever left, then y/n missed him. she was waiting for him at Deach Point, the least guarded port on the island, she had gone around and she had spotted the boat to steal to escape, her bag was ready and she was waiting impatiently, ready for a life on the run with him. but the hours passed, the sun was rising, she hadn't seen things from the right angle, she hadn't imagined that Rafe was waiting for her at her house, he had left a note on her desk before to leave her room for ever. he had taken some souvenirs from her room, as if he knew he would not return for a long time.
the hours pass and Rafe has long since left the island, Barry returns quietly home, reassured not to have been caught in the act of complicity in an escape, reassured to be rid of Rafe. but y/n stays sitting on the boat, she smokes a cigarette, wiping her tears as she realizes that her lover had already left... without her. her fingers tightening on the bundle, unable to accept the idea that Ward also runs her life, she frowns as she seriously considers the fact that she is expecting a baby.
Summary: Jonah's wife is a well kept secret from the rest of the world, they like their privacy and anonymity. Especially with a baby on the way. But their privacy is threatened when a stalker starts to invade Jonah's private life.
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Resting her head in her hands, (Y/n) let her nails scratch into her skin and tangled her fingers in her hair, pulling the roots so much she could feel a few hairs pulling loose.
What was she going to do?
She didn't want to read it. Whatever the letter said, (Y/n) knew it wasn't going to be anything good and she didn't want to upset herself by giving in and letting whoever it was get beneath her skin like this. But if she didn't and she just threw it in the bin, she couldn't ignore the whole situation and wish it would go away. There could be a direct threat on the page this time and throwing it away would be create an air of danger.
This couldn't carry on any longer, this was the third letter she had gotten and after four persistent messages on two different social media platforms, (Y/n) had to change her settings. No strangers could send messages or pictures or even comment on anything she posted. Only close friends and family could get through to her but she knew it wasn't going to be enough.
With a sharp tug to her hair, (Y/n) groaned before she reached forward and grabbed the letter with haste. This was the last one she was going to read, the third and final threat she was going to make herself look at before she threw any more in the bin and put a stop to this one way or another.
Pictures.
It was just an envelope full of different pictures. All of them were of (Y/n). Pictures of her out walking the street, getting coffee with her mum, days she had gone to dinner or scan appointments with Jonah but he was cropped out of the photos completely. They all looked recent, within the last month but none of them were from the last two weeks.
Except one, the only one that (Y/n)'s face and stomach were scratched out of and highlighted rouge.
(Y/n) wasn't sure what made her turn the picture over but when she did, her nails punctured into the paper and she manically tore it to shreds. She didn't stop, didn't blink and didn't breathe until the picture was torn into tiny remnants like flakes of snow falling to the ground.
On the back had been three little words in black biro, written so neatly and precisely that it was unnerving.
YOU'RE NOT SAFE.
(Y/n) moved to press both hands to her mouth like she was trying to smother herself as tears blurred her eyes. She snapped her eyes shut to block out the image of at least ten different photos of herself that she didn't even know had been taken. Someone had been following her. They had taken away her privacy and snapped photos of her in the streetm in plain view of her and everyone else and she didn't even know about it.
Someone was angry at her for living her life and for who she was living it with. How was that fair? They didn't know (Y/n) or Jonah or anything about them other than the fact that they were married. But they had taken it upon themselves to try and haunt (Y/n) and scare her and why? What was it going to achieve for them?
They couldn't see her reaction to these letters, they knew she wasn't going to make a fuss or post anything on social media to demand that they stop. They were getting off on presuming she was scared, and they were right.
Her palms didn’t smother the whining cry that left her lips, no matter how forcefully she pressed her hands to her mouth or how she contorted her body to fold in on itself.
Someone was watching her. They thought their anger towards (Y/n) gave them every right to watch her, take photos of her and send her horrid, cruel words in the post and online. As if they had a claim on Jonah himself and were trying to protect him with everything they had.
Her head started to spin like a washing machine, tumbling around all the thoughts of what this person had done and what they wanted from her. What did they think they were going to achieve? Did this person truly believe that terrifying (Y/n) would overpower just how much she loved Jonah and that she would leave him because someone told her to? She wasn't going to leave her husband because someone was jealous.
This wasn’t fair.
Why would someone think this was an acceptable thing to do? Why would sending her worrying posts and letters and spying on her be a rightful thing to do when this person claimed they were doing it for Jonah's sake? This wasn’t something people did when they admired an actor or a celebrity or any person in general. It wasn't okay to do this.
(Y/n) moved her hands to cover her entire face and smother her eyes but the tears kept on falling and her body continued to shake.
Before she registered what she was doing, (Y/n) reached out on the table and grabbed the glass of juice she put there earlier. With all her might and fury, she launched the glass down against the floor with a force she didn't know she had. The glass splintered and shattered against the floor before spreading out like water from a sprinkler, scattering around her feet, beneath the table and stretching as far as the kitchen.
She didn't know what to do with herself. She didn't know whether to find something else to smash or to rip apart every picture that was laid out on the table or to just sit and scream until her lungs collapsed.
Pushing away from the table, (Y/n) took two steps before she gave in and slumped down to her knees, feeling a few small shards of glass crunch beneath her knees and the spilt juice soak up into her leggings. She grabbed a large chunk of glass and tossed it at the far wall that separated the dining room from the kitchen before tossing another, and another.
Instead of throwing the next piece she grabbed, (Y/n) clenched it in her fist and let out a scream. She could feel the tears cascading down her face and the adrenaline burning in her stomach that was shifting and churning from the baby sparking to life.
"(Y/n)?!"
Oh God, Jonah was home early.
"Baby where are you? Why are you screaming?!" Jonah's petrified eyes darted around the hallway as he kicked the front door shut behind him.
He barely got his key in the door before he heard something breaking but (Y/n)'s scream sent bolts of lightning up and down his back and made him cringe. What on Earth had happened while he had been gone? He had only been a few hours, no more than three, he was sure.
He stumbled to a stop in the kitchen before cautiously and slowly padding into the dining room.
Glass was sprinkled all over the floor along with streaks of juice, but (Y/n) was sat right in the middle of it like an explosion had happened all around her.
He didn't like the redness surrounding her eyes or the tears freely streaming down her face, but the fact that she wasn't holding her stomach or crippled over in agony calmed him down just a little. It wasn't something to do with the baby, at least, it didn't look like that was the problem and that was a weight off his tense shoulders.
But (Y/n) was barely breathing and she looked like she was in shock, but the glass told Jonah it was rage overcoming his wife. It took a lot for (Y/n) to lose her temper, a lot more than it would for Jonah to lose his and that meant whatever was wrong, was bad.
"Sweetheart, I don't want you sitting in the glass like this, can I move you?"
When Jonah cautiously slipped his hands beneath (Y/n)'s arms, he was relieved she stayed motionless and let him pull her up to her feet. He didn't want her surrounded by glass like this, she was going to hurt herself if she hadn't already and that was the last thing he wanted.
With a quick look around, Jonah scooted an arm around her lower waist before nudging her in front of him. His chest glued to her back and he guided her through into the kitchen, looking around to make sure there was no glass or other surprises in here too.
(Y/n) wasn't talking to him, she wasn't uttering one word and he didn't like it.
Her eyes looked void, like (Y/n) wasn't really in her mind or in her body anymore. It was like she had drifted and left her body behind.
Jonah brushed his hand across her arms, her torso and down over her knees, shaking off any little pieces of glass that might have become stuck on his wife before he gently cupped her face. He tilted her head up to look at him and the small movement seemed to bring (Y/n) back to him.
He watched with eager yet bewildered eyes as (Y/n) unclenched her fists and a piece of glass dropped to the floor with a light clang. There was a small smear of blood on her palm but it didn't look at all deep or extensive which was a relief. She couldn't have been holding it that tightly. Her other hand shakily moved up to grip Jonah's wrist before she leaned into his hand and closed her eyes for a few seconds.
Jonah didn’t understand what was happening but he needed (Y/n) to talk to him, for the past two weeks she had been worried about something and it was starting to scare him. He knew she didn't think he had caught on to her worries but he could always see the little changes and shifts in her moods. Something was amiss and he wanted to know what it was.
"Sweetheart, I don't understand what's happened. Will you talk to me, please?"
He couldn't help if he didn't know what was wrong, he needed (Y/n) to say something, to tell him everything was okay or that everything was wrong. Just some indication of their current situation would be a blessing to him.
(Y/n) could feel her lungs tensing and closing off and her throat started to tighten until she couldn’t breathe at all. Tears burned her eyes and blurred the perfect image of Jonah in front of her until he was a mess of colours in front of her like a perfect picture being blurred by droplets of rain.
"Baby please…" Jonah couldn't keep begging her for the answer, she had to talk to him.
But when a torrential downpour of tears flooded her face and her breaths started to get shallow and fast, Jonah's shoulders sagged completely.
He hated whenever (Y/n) would suffer a panic attack, just watching her in any state of distress always made Jonah's heart break and sometimes he would cry too, even if he didn't know why she was upset. He could feel his own eyes watering already at the state she was in.
Turning them round, Jonah nudged (Y/n) backwards until she was pressed into the kitchen counter and he was stood in front of her, resting between her legs. Both his hands cupped the top of her neck and jaw and he smoothed his thumbs up over her lower lip, trying to encourage her to keep breathing with him. He could feel her shudder when his lips pressed against her burning temple and it was comforting when he felt (Y/n)'s hands gripping his biceps.
She was trying to ground herself to him like she was telling herself that he was real and right here in front of her.
"Everything's okay baby, copy me and breathe with me."
When (Y/n) slowly started to breathe better and try to copy Jonah's breathing, he pulled back a little until he could wrap one arm around her back and hold her against his chest. He tangled his other hand in her hair and gently kissed the top of her head a few more times until he felt (Y/n) tightly wrapping her arms around his waist and burrowing herself into his chest as much as she could with her stomach in the way.
“Baby, can you tell me what upset you?” He tried to look down at (Y/n) but she burrowed into him tighter until he could feel her rapid, uneven breaths forcing into his chest like she was trying to give his lungs her oxygen.
Jonah slowly started to card his fingers through (Y/n)’s hair to keep her calm and he pressed his lips to the top of her head again, breathing against her skin. He felt his heart calming down just a little when (Y/n)'s hands stopped scratching into his back and her touch was no longer desperate and tense. Her fingers relaxed against him and he could feel her begin to move her fingertips up and down his back and not just dig them into him instead.
"Good girl,"
When she felt like she could finally breathe without having to think about holding her breath, (Y/n) tilted her head up until her chin propped up against Jonah's chest and she was staring up into his dark blue eyes.
"T-there's something on the table, will you go take a look?" She watched the way Jonah's brows furrowed and his head ticked to the side in confusion. she could see the wheels turning in his mind, trying to work out whether this was relevant or if it was just a distraction from what had really upset her.
"Why, what is it?"
"Please?"
He kissed her forehead again before he nodded, mumbling a quiet 'okay' against her skin before he unravelled his arms from her and backtracked into the dining room.
(Y/n) took a second to wipe the tears from her face before she turned around and wrenched open the DIY drawer. The two letters were stuffed in the very back where (Y/n) had tried to forget about them and Jonah luckily hadn't found them yet. It was time to tell him, she had to tell him what was going on so she didn't keep worrying him. She needed his help before something bad happened.
"Where did you get these? Has someone sent them? What are they for?"
He didn't understand.
Jonah walked back through to the kitchen, the envelope and pictures gripped tightly in his hands. Why was there a bunch of pictures of (Y/n) on the table? She hadn't taken them, that was evident and she wasn't posing in the pictures. She wasn't smiling at the person holding the camera or waving or acknowledging them at all. Someone had been taking pictures of her and Jonah couldn't understand why.
He knew (Y/n) like the back of his hand, always had done since he was fifteen. He knew she wasn't one for having her picture taken, not unless she was in a group photo or posing with him. She didn't like people taking her picture without her permission and there were no photos of (Y/n) online, they both had seen to that.
"I've gotten some letters too, here." (Y/n) held the crumpled envelopes out to Jonah but he didn't take them. He was still looking between her and the photos like he was waiting for a secret message to appear.
"Why, I don't get what you're trying to tell me sweetheart."
"Just read them."
It took a few dreaded moments for Jonah to read and comprehend what he was looking at but when he looked at the scratched out photos accompanying them, (Y/n) saw it. She saw the blazing inferno coming to life in his eyes and the tint of red that glistened up his neck and across his cheeks and the vein that throbbed horribly in his neck like it was about to pop.
Anger was never an emotion (Y/n) saw cross her husband's face, he was the epitome of calm and collected.
Not anymore.
Rage was the only thing Jonah could see, hear and comprehend. It was all he could understand and fury was the only thing he could feel from deep down in the pit of his gut right up to the blood fluttering around in his head.
"When did you get these?"
"Last week, a-and when you left for your interview."
"And you didn't tell me?"
He saw the way (Y/n) cringed and it made a small part of him soften, but not enough to cool down his hardened exterior or the anger filtering through his veins. She should have told him. The moment he came home she should have thrown the letter at him and explained that someone was trying to threaten her. She should have shouted and screamed and begged Jonah to do something.
He would have left then and there to find out who did this and get it sorted. He would do anything for (Y/n), he would run to the end of the Earth and back if she asked him to. She could make him go down on his knees and beg for mercy, anything (Y/n) wanted, Jonah would do for her.
"I didn't want to worry you, I… I thought it was some kind of sick joke. I haven't noticed anyone following me or taking pictures-"
"(Y/n) they've threatened you." His voice had never been so stern and it sent shockwaves coursing through (Y/n)'s stomach. "If something like this happens you have to tell me, I can't protect you if I don't know what's going on. It's my job to worry about you, do you understand me?"
He couldn't look at her for long, his eyes wouldn't tear away from the pictures he was holding. The pictures that were turning his blood to simmering oil and made his stomach churn like he was going to be sick.
Someone was threatening (Y/n), his (Y/n), his wife. He couldn't have that, no one had the right to do that and he wouldn't let it continue. But Jonah needed (Y/n) to understand that she had to tell him about something like this. She had to let him know what was worrying her because he wanted to protect her and look after her, it was all he wanted to do in life. He couldn't do that if he didn't have all the facts. If (Y/n) kept him in the dark he would walk around blind to any problems happening to her.
"They know about her,"
There was something so crippling about the torment in Jonah's voice, it felt like a knife cutting through (Y/n)'s heart. He sounded so wounded.
All the rage building up inside of him seemed to leak out along with his energy until his shoulders were slumped and his head was hung down, allowing his broken eyes to focus on (Y/n)'s stomach. It was like a beacon calling out to him until he gave in and crossed the small distance between them, his palms reaching out for her tummy. He was aching to feel her moving and wriggling because nothing would satisfy him until his daughter was in his arms where he could protect her.
"Nobody knows about her, and if they're taking pictures of you they might try and approach you."
Jonah had put all of their close friends and family under strict instructions as soon as they announced the pregnancy. Nobody could post about it online. No one. Not either of their parents or siblings or friends. They could be involved and have scan photos and updates but they couldn't tell the rest of the world. When (Y/n) had a baby shower last month Jonah made sure nobody posted anything about it.
He wanted this to be for them, this was their family and the rest of the world didn't need to know the specifics.
Jonah had a dream in his mind, just like he had seen other actors do, he wanted to keep this pregnancy from the world and let people slowly find out. They could know when they saw him pushing a pram in the street or cradling his baby in his arms or taking her out to school. No one would know her birthday or her name or what she looked like, not unless in the future he or (Y/n) decided to post pictures and talk about her.
After she was born, Jonah was only going to confirm her birth in interviews, he wouldn't divulge any information other than he had a child who he adored more than the world itself. That was it.
Someone out there was threatening that privacy he was desperate to build around his family.
"What are you doing?" (Y/n) couldn't stop her hands from latching around Jonah's upper arm which she pulled against her chest like it was her lifeline and he was trying to take it away from her.
"We're going to the police."
"Jonah, baby can't we-"
"(Y/n), sweetheart, I can't physically do anything about this, not without letting it slip that I'm married and I won't tolerate the thought of someone trying to hurt you. Either of you. They haven't approached you yet, that doesn't make you safe and I need you both safe. You're my world."
They had kept their daughter a secret for eight months now, Jonah needed this last month to be private so she could be born safe and unknown to the rest of the world. They needed their privacy and to have that, they needed to be safe.
The only thing Jonah could do was post something on social media and make it clear that he was married, very much in love with his wife and would not tolerate people trying to threaten and scare her like this. And he wasn't willing to lose their privacy to make a statement that he didn't think would make an impact on the sick person sending these letters.
He needed to go to the police. They could find fingerprints on the letters or have people check on the house or at the very least, have it on file that someone was stalking (Y/n).
But he had to do something.
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Turning her head, (Y/n) nuzzled her face deeper into the cushion and pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders until it was tucked up just beneath her nose.
She had been trying to fall asleep for the last hour but without Jonah here it was impossible, even just for an afternoon nap like this. Her body felt tired so she laid down but her mind wouldn't switch off and then the baby would wake up and make it her mission to keep (Y/n) awake. It was like she was in a silent protest, demanding Jonah be around if they were going to go to sleep.
It felt like too much effort to drag herself up the stairs to lay down in bed so (Y/n) just grabbed a blanket and slumped herself down on the sofa instead.
Besides, it would be tea time soon and she had been hungry for a while now but tried to hold herself off until tea time. She wasn't sure what time Jonah would be back, he never said but whenever he got back, he would be hungry too. If he was at a promotional event or an interview like he was today, (Y/n) always plated up some dinner for him and he would have it whenever he got back.
With the tv on low in the background, (Y/n) could feel her mind slowly starting to relax again and fall into the arms of slumber.
A sudden noise jolted her awake again and her system kickstarted when a harsh kick from in her stomach made her groan.
Smoothing her hand over her stomach, (Y/n) slowly moved to sit up, nudging the blanket off her frame as she tried to work out what the sound had been. What had woken her up? It wasn't the front door, it hadn't been a knocking sound and it wouldn't be Jonah, she knew it was far too early for him to be home from an interview so soon.
Maybe a something had fallen off the draining board in the kitchen or maybe it was that dreaded cat outside again from next door's garden. It was forever mooching about outside.
The sound of glass shattering sent (Y/n)'s heart lurching up into her throat and her fingers dug into her stomach. She held her breath as every muscle in her body went horribly stiff and still. (Y/n) didn't dare move an inch and for a few dreaded seconds, she thought she was going to faint from holding her breath.
What the Hell was that?
For a brief moment or two, (Y/n) closed her eyes and prayed. She prayed it was not what she thought it was. She prayed it was just a glass toppling into the sink and subsequently smashing, but deep down she knew it wasn't.
When a persistent thudding noise started to rattle through the house, (Y/n) forced herself to become unstuck.
She wobbled onto unsteady legs, binding an arm around her waist as her free hand fumbled to grab her phone from the coffee table.
Someone was at the back door.
Everything felt like it was working in slow motion. (Y/n) couldn't stop the shaking that overtook her body as she hurried from the living room towards the stairs. She didn't dare turn and look down the hallway or sneak one glance towards the kitchen, frightened of what sight she would be faced with if she did.
Hardly any air filtered into her lungs that felt like popped balloons in her chest as she ascended up the stairs. Phone in hand, (Y/n) tried to see through her tears until she managed to click on Jonah's number.
If she wasn't pregnant she wouldn't even bother trying to ring Jonah when he was doing an interview or some kind of press event, it wouldn't be worth the hassle of ringing and ringing persistently and getting no answer. Being eight months pregnant meant circumstances were different. Jonah told both his manager and (Y/n) that she could call him at any time, for any reason. He needed her to be able to get hold of him even if he was in an interview, in case there was a problem or she was going into labour.
"Jonah?"
"I'll just get him for you, one minute." (Y/n) knew that voice, it was his manager.
Crossing one leg over the other, Jonah leaned forward in his chair, trying to bite back a smile. But when his eyes happened to glance behind the girl interviewing him, he could feel his lips falling and his eyes narrowed. She was holding out his phone and pointing to it. Someone was phoning him. He always left his phone with his manager so it didn't keep buzzing in his pocket but also so he didn't leave it somewhere and miss an important call.
"I'm so sorry, just one minute." He was already up and out of his seat, spilling excuses with his hands out in apology before he bypassed the cameras and blinding lights to reach out for his phone.
It was (Y/n)'s picture lighting up his screen. Something had to be wrong or amiss for her to ring him now.
"Sweetheart, it's me. Everything okay?"
"Come home! Now!"
Jonah was taken back by her high pitched voice and by how each word was spluttered between ragged breaths like she had been running a mile. Or panicking. He pressed his finger to his free ear and took a few steps away from everyone to try and concentrate but he could already feel the way his heart was jumping out of his chest.
"Baby calm down, tell me what's going on. Are you alright, are you in labour?"
That was the first thing on his mind. Jonah had a sneaking suspicion that whenever (Y/n) went into labour, he wouldn't be there. It would be just their luck that he was out running an errand or doing something promotional like this and (Y/n)'s waters would break without him there. He wanted to be there for every second, he didn't want to miss anything or have it start and him be miles away, racing back to her.
"Jonah please come home… I- I think someone's trying to break in the house."
Summary: Despite all obstacles, you were able to grant Douma with a demon child
Warnings: None, just Douma teasing Akaza and Akaza being so done with Douma also soft Douma
Word count: 3853
Authors: Cass & Rouge
Douma was taken aback by the news. He never fathomed the possibility of impregnating you. Did he feel remorseful about it? Perhaps slightly, but his intrigue and captivation overshadowed any misgivings he may have had.
Frequently, he would sit with you on his lap and caress your burgeoning belly with slender fingers, all while his iridescent eyes fixated on the stirring movements beneath the skin. The sensation of feeling a life growing inside of you was something he had never experienced before, and it left him entranced.
Upon the arrival of your little one, his fascination only amplified.
Six months passed.
He stood there, beholding the small bundle in his arms with reverential awe. The baby’s eyes, like a burst of rainbow hues, met Douma's own gaze, as if recognizing the demon before him.
You stood in the hallway, your gaze fixed on Douma as he played with your child. The door was half-opened, allowing you to watch the scene unfold without disturbing them.
You couldn't help but smile at the sight before you. Douma had a special way with children if he only wanted to, and you were thankful that he was a part of your and your child's life; instinctively, you knew he'd have done whatever it takes to keep the both of you safe and sound.
The little baby was looking at Douma, his chubby hands reaching out towards the man.
Douma's low hum interrupted the quiet atmosphere. The corners of his lips tugged up into a sly smile, his eyes fixed on you as he addressed his son. "You like to watch me, don't you, Y/N?"
You smiled as you slowly entered the room, improving the cardigan over your shoulders. "Hey darling, forgive me, I didn't want to interrupt. I also love to watch you two interacting."
You approached Douma, and looked down at the baby boy he held in his arms. You saw the boy's tiny finger curling around Douma's slender, index finger, his colorful eyes looking up at you with curiosity. He was dressed in a soft blue onesie; it made him look even more adorable.
You couldn't resist the urge to interact with your son, so you lowered your head and rubbed your nose against baby's tummy. This playful gesture earned you a burst of laughter from the child, his little body wriggling with joy. You smiled as you continued to tickle and play with the baby, enjoying his infectious giggles.
Douma tilted his head to the side, his gaze fixed on the tiny bundle in front of him. "It's hard to believe we created something so precious," he mused, his voice barely above a whisper.
You looked at Douma and smiled warmly at him. The corners of your mouth curled up, and your teeth were visible; your cheeks lifted, and your eyes crinkled with joy.
The baby boy's gaze shifted to Douma, and a smile spread across his chubby face. His eyes sparkled with delight as he puffed out his cheeks, and his little arms reached out towards the man; his fingers wiggled as he tried to grab hold of Douma's turtleneck. The baby's whole body seemed to radiate with happiness as he cooed and giggled.
"Keito is in love with you, there's no doubt," you chuckled, looking up at Douma.
Douma couldn't shake off the strange feeling that lingered within him. He kept replaying the events in his head, trying to convince himself that it had all actually happened. "Is he not the most precious thing you've ever seen?" Douma beamed, cradling the baby in his arms. "I played a vital role in his creation, after all. Without me, he wouldn't be here."
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but smile at the way Douma was cooing over the baby. "And without his mother, he wouldn't be here either," you countered playfully. "Douma, could you please place Keito on the ground for me?" You requested, watching as Douma carefully lowered the boy to the floor.
Meanwhile, you made your way across the room and took a seat on the floor on the other side.
As you watched your son sit confused on the floor, you couldn't help but giggle. Patting your knees, you said loudly, "Keito! Keito, love! Come to mama!"
As he settled into his spot, you couldn't help but notice the way he patted his knees in a playful, almost childlike manner. His voice, too, took on a tone of cheerful exuberance, as he cooed in a singsong voice, "Keito! Come to your daddy."
The baby boy was absolutely confused about where he should go, whether to his mom or to his dad. He looked around with a blunt expression glued to his little face, his little hands reaching out to both of you; he was turning his head as if searching for an answer. His eyes darted from his mom to his dad.
Douma viewed parenting as a competition, a game he was determined to win at all costs. "Come to papa, my little blessing," he cooed, his voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. "Come to daddy. Daddy's going to cuddle you just how you like it."
You tried to make little Keito look at you and crawl towards you by calling out to him, "Hey Keito, look at me! Come on, you can do it! Come to mama!" You waved your hands and made silly faces to get his attention, but he seemed more interested in his father crouching on the other side of the room.
Eventually, after a few more attempts, the boy finally looked up and smiled at Douma before trying to crawl on all fours like a little explorer towards his dad.
Douma's iridescent eyes twinkled with sheer delight as he eagerly outstretched his arms, beckoning the little boy towards him.
As the child reached him, Douma let out a boisterous laugh, scooping him up into a warm embrace. "My little blessing!" He exclaimed, his voice brimming with affection. "Of course you would come to me, your beloved father."
You improved your position to sit on your butt while letting out a sigh full of sadness. "Of course! I could have predicted it! I'm getting jealous of you, Douma. Keito always chooses you over me."
Demon's eyes sparkled with joy as he gently bounced the baby boy in his arms. "Of course he does," he said with a chuckle. "I am his father, after all. And we share those beautiful eyes." He leaned in close to the baby's face and whispered, "You're a blessed child, just like I was… and am still."
You smiled a little to yourself, even though your heart ached, as you thought about how your son always seemed to prefer his father over you. It wasn't that he didn't love you or want to spend time with you, but there was something about his father's carefree demeanor that drew him in.
It hurt, but you knew that it wasn't a reflection of your love or your abilities as a mother. Instead, it was just a phase that you had to accept and be patient with. Despite the sadness that lingered in your heart, you knew that your son was lucky to have such a loving and involved father in his life.
As you sat on the wooden floor, lost in thought, you couldn't help but think about how much Douma had changed since you had become pregnant. It was as if the presence of new life growing inside you had awakened something inside him that he had never known existed before. He was always a curious and intelligent man, but now he seemed to be discovering the world and its human emotions in a new and profound way.
In the past, Douma held a disdainful view of children. They were a nuisance, always getting in the way and making noise. He had no desire to interact with them and would have been perfectly content to live a life without their presence.
However, all of that changed when his own blessed son was born. As soon as he held the little one in his arms, he felt a deep sense of attachment and responsibility. Suddenly, the child became his everything, his one and only source of pride and joy. "I never thought I would care for a child," Douma confided to you. "But now that I have one of my own, I can't imagine life without him. He's the most precious thing in the world to me."
After getting up from the floor, you cleared your throat. "Hey, Douma, I needed to tell you something, and I've almost forgotten. Kokushibo announced his visit. As far as I know, he'll bring that other demon you spoke about a lot, Akaza, was it his name?" You rubbed your chin with your sharp nail. "I think that Muzan is sending them to calculate the possible risks, you know what I mean?"
Douma's eyes widened as he perked up, a glint of excitement sparkling in his gaze. "Akaza is coming to visit me? How delightful! I have been dreaming of this for decades!" His voice dripped with anticipation, his mind racing with thoughts of what he could offer his esteemed guests.
Suddenly, the booming voice of Kokushibo interrupted his thoughts, filling the room with its powerful presence. Douma wasted no time and eagerly slid the door open to reveal both demons standing before him.
"Kokushibo-dono, welcome, and Akaza-dono! I cannot express how overjoyed I am that you have decided to visit me!" Douma exclaimed, his tone effervescent with pleasure.
Kokushibo merely strode into the room with a nod of acknowledgment, his stoic demeanor in stark contrast to Douma's bubbling enthusiasm.
You bowed my head respectfully towards Kokushibo, acknowledging his presence and authority. You approached Douma and stood behind him, as if you were trying to hide a little.
Akaza was not at all thrilled about the visit that he was forced to take part in, but he stepped in regardless. As he looked around the room, his eyes eventually fell upon you, and he was taken aback by your beauty. He couldn't help but feel surprised that Douma had managed to find someone as seemingly pretty and cute as you.
Akaza quickly regained his composure, and continued with politeness, albeit with a hint of skepticism in his tone. "Interesting place."
"My followers come here to see me. And, well now, him as well," Douma smiled proudly, showing off his baby to Akaza. "They ask me for all sorts of stuff."
Akaza couldn't help but feel a little annoyed at Douma's boastful attitude, but he kept his cool. "I see."
"That's why we are here. The child," Kokushibo said, pointing at little Keito.
Although you felt the urge to take the boy out of Douma's hands, you resisted the temptation.
Akaza glanced over at the tiny bundle cradled in Douma's arms, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Is that it?"
You nodded a little, looking at the pale demon from behind your partner's shoulder. "This is Keito."
Douma couldn't resist adding his own comment. "Oh yes, Akaza-dono! This is my little Keito. A child as blessed as me," he boasted, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Kokushibo strode over to the trio, his eyes fixed on the tiny bundle in Douma's arms. Without a word, he reached out and plucked the baby from Douma's grasp, holding him up by the back of his collar as if he were a mere kitten.
As Kokushibo carelessly plucked your son from Douma's hands, you felt a sudden wave of dizziness wash over you; your vision began to blur, and you swayed unsteadily on your feet. You couldn't believe how casually Kokushibo had handled your precious child, as if he were nothing more than a mere object. Your maternal instincts kicked into overdrive, and you fought to stay upright as a rush of panic coursed through your body. "Careful, you're handling a baby, not some kind of doll."
Akaza took notice of your distress and turned his gaze towards you, his expression betraying a hint of concern. His eyes darted between you and Douma, assessing the situation at hand.
Meanwhile, Kokushibo glanced at you before expertly cradling little Keito in his arms, as if he had done it a thousand times before. It was clear that he was confident in his abilities to handle the child.
Douma noticed Akaza's expression and sought to reassure you. "You see love? No need to worry! It's Kokushibo-dono," he said, flashing you a reassuring smile. "Oh! Right! Akaza-dono, this is my one and only Y/N," he said, tapping your shoulder to get your attention. "Love, this is my best friend, Akaza," he introduced, gesturing towards another demon.
You let out a loud sigh full of relief when Keito was placed safely in Kokushibo's arms. After looking at Akaza, you bowed your head slightly.
As Akaza turned to face Douma, his curiosity piqued. "How did you manage to find someone like her?" He asked, gesturing towards you. "I had no idea that demons were capable of breeding, though."
Kokushibo, cradling a small baby in his arms, looked up at the conversation. "Because they aren't," he chimed in a stoic tone.
Douma, however, remained unfazed. He simply smiled, pulling you close against his side. "You see, my dear Akaza," he began, his voice smooth as silk. "It takes more than just biology to create life. It takes love, devotion, and a strong desire to create something beautiful in this world."
As you heard Kokushibo's words, you could feel your face flush with embarrassment.
As Douma spoke, Akaza scoffed in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, and his expression made it clear that he was highly skeptical of Douma's claims. "Yeah, surely. I bet you were blessed after devouring so many women."
The infant nestled in Kokushibo's arms looked up at him with wide, curious eyes, studying him intently, as if he were trying to decipher his intentions.
Kokushibo's six piercing eyes scrutinized the child before him, his curiosity piqued as to why it wasn't cowering in fear. His gaze bore into the tiny creature, searching for any sign of weakness or vulnerability.
With a dismissive roll of his eyes, Douma waved a hand at Akaza, as if brushing off his words. "Come on, Akaza, you know how it is. I at least devour women and gain strength from them. And I was simply fortunate enough to come across this cute little thing," he gestured to you, "who was kind enough to give me a child."
Akaza's patience was wearing thin as Douma continued to speak in his usual arrogant and disrespectful manner. With a deep scowl etched on his face, Akaza finally spoke up, his voice low and dangerous. "If you don't stop speaking that way," he warned, "I'll be forced to give you a punch, like the last time."
To Kokushibo's surprise, the baby suddenly broke into a wide, toothless grin, his chubby cheeks dimpling with delight.
Kokushibo's gaze shot up from the infant in his arms at the sound of Douma's voice. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken animosity. "Akaza," Kokushibo growled softly, his voice low and warning. "I did not bring you here so the two of you can fight."
Douma merely rolled his eyes, a look of pure boredom etched onto his features. "I don't want any blood on those floors. It's hard to clean."
You just stood there, facepalming at the entire situation. "Kokushibo-dono, can I have my son back?" You asked.
Kokushibo nodded and carefully handed the boy back to you.
You set your arms in a little cradle, to make sure Keito was safe in them.
Douma couldn't resist the urge to taunt Akaza. With a sly grin, he presented the baby boy to his fellow demon, holding the child up for him to see, almost shoving Keito into Akaza's face. "Look at this, Akaza," Douma chimed, his voice dripping with amusement. "I made this."
"Douma, please," you said firmly, your tone serious. "You need to be on our best behavior here. Remember, you weren't the only one involved in making this child."
Without a word, you simply reached out and gently took the child from his arms, cradling him against your chest.
Akaza let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head in amusement at the entire situation. "Well, well," he said, looking at you with a wry grin, "It seems that your woman has some balls after all, Douma."
Douma gasped, feeling offended. "Well, I at least have a woman."
"Kokushibo-dono, can I have a word with you?" You asked the Upper One, handling the baby back to Douma after a moment.
Douma gladly accepted and hugged the boy.
Kokushibo nodded and followed you to the other room.
"Kokushibo-dono, forgive me for asking, but did Lord Muzan say anything?" You asked after sliding the door closed.
Kokushibo's words hung heavy in the air, his face etched with a deep sense of concern and apprehension. "Lord Muzan wasn't pleased about this development," he said slowly, his voice low and measured. "It was something that should never have happened, yet he's holding onto a glimmer of hope."
As Kokushibo spoke, you listened intently, calmed a little by his words. "I wasn't even aware that it was possible for a female demon to get pregnant," you said, your voice filled with wonder. "So, what does this mean for us? To me and Douma? I just hope Lord Muzan won't kill any of us."
"He said that getting rid of you or Douma would be a waste of his time, but he will need the child's blood to run some tests on it."
"Of course," you whispered, nodding your head. "Thank you for bringing the good news, Kokushibo-dono."
Meanwhile, Akaza observed Douma interacting with the baby.
"What are you looking at?" Douma asked, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You want to hold him?"
Akaza furrowed his brows, looking hesitant for a moment. "I don't know," he said, his voice uncertain, "I'm not really good with babies."
But despite his reservations, Akaza eventually relented, reaching out to take the baby from Douma's arms. As he held the child, his expression softened, and a look of wonder crossed his face. He gently poked the little boy's cheek with his finger. "Squishy."
As Douma observed the scene before him, he couldn't help but emit an amused chuckle. "Awwww! Akaza-dono! You two look so cute together! I never expected to see you looking so soft," he gasped, his voice laced with playful mockery.
"He's so small," Akaza murmured, gazing down at the baby in his arms. "And so fragile. Everything would be fine if not your scent lingering over him," Akaza looked at Douma, his face serious. "You don't deserve any of this, you do understand?"
Douma's grin never faltered as he spoke. "You may say that I don't deserve it, but I have everything I could possibly want. I have a woman I adore and a child that we brought into this world together."
Akaza's expression suddenly turned stern, and he glared at Douma. "Stop grinning like an idiot," he growled, "Or I'll wipe that stupid grin off your face. I have no idea why and how she got involved with you, and it's not my business. She seems like a decent demon, not that strong, yet still intriguing. I can assure you, that if anything will happen to any of them because of your careless behavior, I won't be that nice anymore."
The corners of Douma's lips curled upward as he watched Akaza interact with Keito. The sight was simply too precious to ignore. He couldn't resist the urge to tease his companion. "Aww! Are you going to be a good uncle, Akaza-dono? I always knew you had it in you!" Douma exclaimed, his voice light and playful as he wrapped an arm around Akaza's broad shoulders.
Akaza stood there, his fist clenched at his side, his eyes fixed on Douma's smirking face. He was trying his best to remain calm, to control the overwhelming anger that was bubbling up inside him. But it was difficult. So difficult!
Douma had always been a thorn in his side, with his arrogance, lack of respect for women and his self-assured demeanor. And now, with this baby in the picture, it was even worse.
As much as he wanted to punch Douma's face in, Akaza knew he couldn't. Not now, not when there was a child in the room. So he took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and tried to compose himself. "Whatever, Douma."
As Douma's fingers wove through the strands of Akaza's disheveled hair, a mischievous grin played across his lips.
Soon, you and Kokushibo returned to the room and after exchanging some more courtesies, you thanked him and Akaza for the visit and assured them you and Douma were at Muzan's disposal at any time.
"Keep the boy safe," Kokushibo had reminded the two of you before leaving for good.
The baby smiled at him widely, blinking shortly after as the little hiccup kicked in.
Suddenly, Douma let out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Look at this, a hiccup."
You walked closer and looked down at the boy, who had a clearly confused grimace glued to his little face. "He's adorable. He's perfect."
"Only because he has a perfect mother," he whispered.
You smiled at Douma briefly, kissing your son's forehead.
"Y/N? I was thinking...” He hummed.
You gave your partner a glance, tilting your head slightly.
"Well, since we made it once, and now we know it's possible..." he trailed off, biting his lip softly. "Maybe our boy would like to have a little sibling?"
"I'm not going through this ever again," you told him with a sweet smile. "Once was enough."
"Oh, Y/N, please!” Douma whined. "Making the baby is fun! So let's make another one."
After giving him another glance, you let out a sigh, massaging your temples. "Douma."
As he leaned into your shoulder, his voice low and sultry, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. "Do you see him?" He murmured, nodding towards the young demon playing in the corner. "He needs a playmate, someone to keep him company while we're away. We could be the perfect family, two beautiful demons and two adorable little ones."
You let out a sigh. "Firstly, how will you explain this to Lord Muzan? Secondly, how can you be sure it'll happen again?"
"Well... We won't know unless we try," he smiled at you sweetly.
"Fine," you told him, taking Keito into your arms. "Fine. Let it be."
"Oh, I love you, my goddess!" He exclaimed, his voice filled with pure adoration.
You smiled at his words, feeling your heart swell with love for both him and your child. "I love you too," you said softly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his jawline. "You both are everything to me."
Description: Willy had a setback and feeling defeat, luckily he can come home to his Flossy who always knows how to cheer him up. He couldn’t have asked for a better muse.
A/N: So no one asked this, but I saw the trailer and had to write this. It’s started sad but it has a happy ending. And can I just saw how excited I am for this film and Willy looks so happy, insane and I can’t want to see more of him. Also this is set in London in the 20s roughly.
Warning: Fluff, Angst, Smut, frantic and manic Wonka, slight talk of misogyny. pregnant reader.
OMG OMG OKAY HEAR ME OUT. ghostface ethan edging reader after reader receives a phone call from him…!!?!?!?!!!
[ 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 ੈ✩‧₊˚ ]
pairing .: ethan landry x reader
genre .: suggestive content
word count .: 2k
warnings .: smut-ish (minors dni.), contains scream XI spoilers! scream plotline, threatening, mentions of a knife, soooo unedited, kissing, lingering touches, dry humping
author's note .: maybe planning on making another part to this <3 i have no idea if this is what was actually requested, but i had a lot of fun writing this! took a massive break from writing and i think i’m back, this is probably very ooc and might make no sense but i have zero experience writing thriller things like this idk. dialogue was used from the 1995 (or 7) scream movie. accepting constructive criticism, reblogs are appreciated.
pulling the phone away from your ear confused, you checked your screen to see who was on the other line, frowning slightly when you saw no contact.
“who is this?” setting the home phone back on it’s stand, you let the call ring out on speaker, turning your attention back to the stove.
“there’s no fun in telling you who i am just yet, why don’t you answer a few of my questions first.”
rolling your eyes, you shook the pot once more before turning to lean against the counter, the buttery smell of popcorn filling your nose. “why should i do that?” speaking over the loud crackles and pops coming from the fire, you moved around the island to grab a bowl.
“it’ll be fun. so tell me, what’s your favorite scary movie?”
“hm, i don’t know.” pouring the yellow kernels into the large bowl, you popped a few pieces into your mouth with a satisfied hum. grabbing the phone and turning it off speaker, you pressed it between your ear and shoulder, balancing the device steadily. “maybe, halloween? think that’s the one where that guy stalks the babysitters.”
“you think it was scary?”
“i guess, anyways. tell me who you are now.” ungraciously falling onto the couch, you picked at the pieces of popcorn that had fallen into your lap, licking your lips with a smile as a salty taste covered your tastebuds.
“can’t do that princess, haven’t finished asking my questions.”
“then hurry up and ask them already.” annoyance showing on your face, you reached across the many throw pillows and grabbed the remote — clicking through the channels with disinterest, before going to browse your downloaded pick of scary movies.
“you got a boyfriend?”
eyebrows raising in shock, you stilled with a quiet laugh. “why, wanna ask me out on a date or what.” you teased the person on the other line, shifting in your seat as you began to ponder who you were really talking to.
“we’ll see, do you have a boyfriend?”
“no.” placing the overflowing bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, you stood to make way to your room, keeping the chunky phone against your ear.
“that’s a shame, such a pretty one you are.”
biting back a smile, you switched the light to your room on; bending down to open your drawer of pajamas, you tossed an oversized shirt onto your neatly made bed. “you gonna be this charming to me when i find out who you are?”
“maybe.”
“got anymore questions for me, or can i start guessing who this is.” unbuttoning your jeans, you kicked the pair of uncomfortable pants off . turning the speaker back on, you tossed the phone onto your pillow, pulling your tank top up and over your head before slipping on the big shirt.
“go ahead, you’re giving me such a good show.”
“what are you talking about?” picking up the dirty clothes that you had left stranded on your floor, you walked into your connecting bathroom, putting the clothes in your dirty hamper.
“hm, that’s a nice shirt you’re wearing. where did you get it?”
eyes widening in surprise, you slowly turned back into your bedroom, your knuckles white as you gripped onto the phone. “can you see me?”
“ah what a good girl! putting her brain to some use.”
“if you can really see me, how many fingers am i holding up?” walking up to your window, you peered outside trying to get a good look. sticking out your middle finger, you squinted as you stared into your dark backyard, trying to piece together unfamiliar shadows.
“funny, one.”
“shit.” shutting your blinds in hurry, you stumbled out of your room, quickly heading back downstairs. “who is this, jason?”
“from econ? no.”
“you better leave me alone, my boyfriend is coming over soon.” closing the blinds to your backdoor, you shuffled into your kitchen, grabbing a large knife. “he’s strong, s-so get out of here!”
“i thought you said you didn’t have a boyfriend?”
“w-well i lied!” locking your front door, you turned down all the lights, curling into a corner, knife in hand. your breath was ragged, eyes darting from place to place in worry. “tell me who you are before i call the police.”
“quit being such a brat, the fun isn’t over just yet.”
chewing on your lip, tears lined your waterline as fear overtook you. anxiety creeping up your throat with every shallow breath you took. “this isn’t funny.” you flinched at the loud noise emitting from the buzzing device, a staticy and robotic laugh filling the eerily quiet apartment.
“you look so cute with that knife. what’re you gonna do, stab me?”
“show yourself, you coward!” standing from the hardwood floor, you paced around the kitchen, blinking away any tears that threatened to spill down your pink cheeks. frustration and anger burning in your chest, when the anonymous caller laughed again.
“careful what you wish for.”
a loud ringing echoes from the phone as the call ends, the wind whistling against the windows has you whipping your head to each sudden noise. pressing yourself up against the wall, the knife that you held a safe distance away from you.
“where are you, motherfucker.” your voice just barely above a whisper, you jumped at the sound of your doorknob rattling – a fist loudly knocking against the wood of your door. “go away! i’ll kill you.”
“baby? hey, what’s going on it’s just me.”
“ethan?” letting the knife drop to the marble of your kitchen countertop, you winced at the loud clang. running to your front door, you stood on the tip of your toes, peering through the peak hole to see your boyfriend awkwardly standing in front of you. twisting the lock, you threw the door open before jumping into his arms.
“what’s wrong? did you forget i was coming or something?” pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, he circles his arms around your waist with a hesitant laugh.
“no- no. this guy just prank called me, i was so scared.” pressing your face into his shoulder, you gripped onto his coat, muffled sobs racking from your chest. “he saw me, ethan.”
“no, pretty, don't cry. i’m sure it was just some sick joke.” gently pulling you away from his tearstained coat, he cradled your face in the palm of his hand; wiping your wet cheeks, he pressed a light kiss in between your brows. “relax, no one’s gonna hurt you as long as i’m here.”
“can you stay the night?” leaning into his touch, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. “don’t think i can sleep without you.” twirling his thick brown hair between your fingers, you sighed heavily, relaxing in his embrace.
“of course, i was planning on it anyway.” adjusting the bag on his shoulder, he squeezed your hip once nudging you inside your apartment. “don’t want these creeps lookin at you, especially without pants.”
shaking your head with a smile, you wiped your remaining tears with the back of your hand, sniffling quietly and shuffling back inside. “lock it, please.” grabbing his bag, you tossed it onto the sofa, the sound of a lock clicking easing your shoulders.
“you were really scared, huh.” ethan laughs at the abandon knife on the counter, picking it up and putting it back with the other collection of cooking knives.
“i was, that was the creepiest interaction i’ve ever had.” dragging your hands down your face with a huff, you walked over to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your face into his back. “y’should jus’ move in with me.” your words muffled, you felt his chest rise and fall with another laugh.
“i was the one that made that request, i’d rather live with you than chad.” he loosened your arms around him, dragging you around his body so you were caged between him and the counter. “i am really sorry you had to go through that, did you call the police?”
“no, i think there are worse things to worry about. it was just some silly call.” rubbing your arms nervously, you took a deep breath, reassuring yourself of any crazy thoughts. “i don’t want to talk about it anymore, how was your day?” pulling yourself up on the countertop, you shuddered lightly when your bare skin met with the cool marble.
“uninteresting, just caught up in some classes, i missed you a lot.” moving in between your legs, he dragged his fingers against your thigh, teasing the hem of your shirt higher up your leg. “is this mine? i’ve been looking for it.” inching his hand up your shirt, he squeezed your hip, his thumb trailing along the lace of your panties.
“mhm, it’s comfortable. didn’t think you’d miss it much.” sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you placed your hands on his chest, drawing little circles into his shirt. looking up at him through your lashes, you licked your lips, your fingers settling at the base of his neck. “ethan…”
“what is it, baby.” bringing his other hand up to your cheek, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “want me to stop?” moving to retract his hand that found it’s way under your shirt, he looked down at you with worried eyes, scared that he had read the room wrong.
“no! no. i want you, ethan.” grabbing his wrist, you bring his large hands back to your body, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to his collarbone. “do you— do you want me?” guiding his hands under your shirt, you whined softly, his cold fingers grazing your stomach.
“oh fuck.” mumbling under his breath, he pressed his lips to your forehead, glancing down at your exposed panties; pretty and pink, decorated with a white lace, a small bow stitched right in the center.
“gonna answer my question?” trailing along the seam of his belt, you played with the hem of his shirt, your lips lingering on his skin with every word you mumbled.
“i do, baby. let me make you feel good.” rubbing up and down your sides with a light chuckle, he gently patted your waist. “you deserve it, such a good girl.”
tugging at the collar of his thick coat, you pressed your soft lips to his with a happy hum, your fingers entangling in his curly brunette hair. swiping your tongue against his bottom lip, you brought your hand up to cup his jaw, pulling him impossibly closer to you.
ethan grinned against your lips, snaking his arm around your waist to grind his clothed crotch against your damp panties. “s’wet for me, haven’t even done anything to you yet.”
gasping into his mouth at the roll of his hips, you squeezed your thighs around his waist yearning for more. “please, ethan.” your words blurred together as you continued to kiss him – you tugged lightly on his hair with a mewl, the bulge showing in his jeans nudging your clit.
“so needy, can’t wait–”
a deafening ring cuts him off, his phone softly buzzing in the pocket of his jacket. letting your hands fall from his hair and atop of his shoulders, you shook your head with concern. “ethan, no.”
“relax, i bet it’s just chad.” giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out the red phone. tilting his screen, he showed you the number on the screen, one that he had not previously saved. “recognize it?”
“no, i wasn’t shown a number.” anxiously playing with your fingers, you kept your eyes glued to the vibrating phone. “put it on speaker.”
nodding at your request, you watched him accept the call, letting it play out loud. “who is this?”
“hello, ethan. what’s your favorite scary movie?”
🏷 .: @loaksbitch @sullybby @vmptears my stinky ethan landry apologist
HEY IVWAS WONDERING IF YIU CAN WRITE y/n is pregnant with Ethan’s kid and Quinn had stabbed her in the stomach not knowing and when he finds out in the theater with Tara, sam, his dad, and sister he feels bad for what he’s done. But y/n is furious with him and heartbroken. AND YOU CAN ADD MORE IF U WANT IF NOT ITS PERFECTLY FINE!!
A/N: me wanting to beat Quinns ass now
A/N: IM CRYING....
You felt such a rush when you found out just 2 weeks ago. You had been experiencing stomach pain, nausea, vomiting, cravings, late period timelines, tiredness, all signs of pregnancy.
Thats when you took a pregnancy test. It came out positive. You were both happy and worried, afraid for the future, but just excited for it as well. You knew who the baby belonged to. Ethan Landry, your boyfriend for about 3 years.
You only slept with him, and recently, you both had unprotected sex. It had to be his, so you got a DNA test. He wasn't aware. You weren't going to tell him just yet, and with the ghost face impressions? Hell no. You didn't tell anybody, which is what you should've done.
Maybe then, would Ethan warn Quinn to be so careful with you, but no. The world had to curse you.
You felt so heartbroken when Quinn, detective Bailey and Ethan turned out to be ghostface. It wasn't supposed to be that way. No.
You were supposed to catch the fucker with Tara, Sam, Anika detective Bailey, and everyone else...Then get your happy ending by telling everyone you're pregnant and it was your boyfriends, Ethan.
But all those plans were dropped when you felt a sharp blade force its way into your stomach, where your baby laid.
Quinn had stabbed you in your stomach, due to the way she saw you hold your stomach. Not thinking too much about it, she thought you had an easily disturbed stomach so that stomach became her number 1 stabbing spot for you.
"[Name!]," Tara shouted. "Not one step, Tara," detective Bailey pushed her away., to which Sam caught her.
Ethan winced at the sight of Quinn stabbing you. "Quinn, maybe you should " Quinn cut him off. "Not now, Ethan!" She chuckled and twisted the knife in your stomach. No...no...no, no, no, no!
"Pay back for stabbing me in the shoulder, bitch." Quinn's smile grew further, and with all your strength, you pushed her back, causing her to loosen her grip on the knife and stumble back.
You let out an ear piercing shriek, to Quinns satisfaction. Ethan felt otherwise. He felt sick. His own girlfriend, getting stabbed right before his eyes. It felt...wrong.
You sobbed and pulled the knife out of you, dropping down to the ground in an instant while muttering, 'No, no, no, no, no's...'
Though, Quinn didn't expect you to drop down like you're giving up after putting up a hell of a fight, and muttering, 'no's'
She expected you to scream, scream at her, Ethan, anything, but you seemed more focused on your stomach. Why? She shook her head along with the thoughts too.
She grabbed the knife and moved forward, not wanting to waste any time killing you. Ethan had other plans, but both of them halted their movements when they heard your shouts.
"MY BABY!"
What..? Did Ethan hear that correctly? Did ALL of them hear that correctly? "My sweet baby..." Sam stepped forward, detective Bailey didn't stop her though.
"You're...pregnant...?" guilt struck Sam, Ethan, and Tara. "I found out 2 weeks ago. Oh, god...no..." you continued to sob even more as you rubbed your wounded belly.
Ethan pushed Quinn out the way and tried to make his way towards you. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" He flinched away. Sam pushed him, and he tripped on his feet, landing his ass on the floor.
"YOU FUCKING POOR EXCUSE OF A BOYFRIEND. YOU COULDN'T EVEN NOTICED SHE WAS PREGNANT?" Quinn seethed with angry. "Don't talk to him like! " Tara banged the nearby metal. "Shut the fuck up! You're the one who stabbed her! Our friend...WHO IS PREGNANT!" Tara screamed, shutting Quinn up quickly.
Detective Bailey just stand there in shock, trying to process the fact that you were pregnant. I mean, he doesn't care. He still wants to kill you, but the shock just hits him.
"The fact you're the fucking father too.." Tara sneers at Ethan while tears build up in his eyes. He never meant to hurt you. He told Quinn to be careful around you so many times. She didn't listen, always calling him a 'pussy' for simply asking her to be more careful with you.
Now not only had he hurt you, the love of his life, but his child too. "Im sorry...[Name]...i i really am...im so sorry..." you just shake your head, which he starts sobbing to at your response. Quinn scoffs. "Why should you be sorry for this bitch! " Quinn falls back when Tara's fist comes straight for her face.
"I trusted you...I let you into my home, let you touch me...I was happy to have your baby, but now, NOW THAT CANT EVEN BECOME A POSSIBILITY!" Ethan sobs even more, averting your heart broken gaze.
Sam's by your side rubbing your arm. Ethans on his ass sobbing. Tara and Quinn are fist fighting, and detective Baileys still standing there in shock like a slow dumbass.
"I hate you..."
Your words hit him like a bullet, shattering every part of him. "No...no...no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO, NO!" He sobs even more, a cry that would usually be so pretty, but now so ugly when his tainted true colors show. "Tha thats a lie! it has to be...!"
"Im sorry, Sam, Tara," You leaned into Sam as black dots danced in front of your vision. "[Name], stay with me. please!" Your body went limp, eyes closed, your breathing slowing down.
The last thing you heard was Ethan screaming your name.
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Your eyes flutter open. Police sirens stung your ears, while a crying Tara and relieved Sam hovered over your body. "Wha....what happened...?" Tara smiled sweetly. "The doctor said the baby was very protected, and that the knife didn't hit the baby...!" Your eyes lit up and you looked down at your stomach.
"The baby will be okay, as for Ethan, Quinn, and detective Bailey...Quinn, and Bailey are dead. Ethan...he helped us after you passed out, but he ran away after, and told us to tell you that he said he loves you."
You hummed and closed your eyes, while a lazy smile was placed on your lips.
Thought, you do wonder where Ethans might've ran off to. That was...until you got a note , and a phone call 9 months later...
𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: Never would you have thought that you’d be running for your life from the one person you trusted the most, but neither did you think that he would let you go. (From this headcannon from ☁️ nonnie)
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): SPOILERS, mentions of blood, dying, pregnancy, angsty, fluffy, lots of profanity
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 7,338
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Ethan Landry x fem!Reader
𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! Happy reading lovies <3 I hope you like it cloud nonnie!!!
Trigger Warnings - Very heavy and dark themes. Talks of suicide, death, blood, Stockholm syndrome, obsession, and everything that goes along with Yandere stories
Summary - Hope can be fake and misleading. Hope can bring you to a darker place then you once were... People say love makes you do crazy things, but I don't believe that. Obsession makes you do crazy things. It makes you hurt those you were trying to love. How twisted is that?
Requests are open :)
I don’t believe in love.
From a young age the comfortable things in life were ripped away from me at the hands of people who cared very little. I was forced into work that I didn’t enjoy because of debt that I didn’t create. The people were rough and tomorrow was never a promised future.
I can still remember the first day I met him. Dazai Osamu. It was during a mission that he intervened. The men from the port mafia killed all of the men from the company I was with. I was the only one left standing when the shots finally stopped. There—in the middle of a blood soaked floor—I stood, shaking and unable to move.
I didn’t want this. This wasn’t the life I asked for. It was forced upon me the second I was born and when I saw the glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, in the form of Dazai’s hand reaching out to me, I took it.
At the time I didn’t see it. How his wicked smile grew as I placed my hand in his. Didn’t see the dark and twisted love in his eyes. It wasn’t until it was much too late that I realized he was just as corrupt, if not more, then the last ‘company’ I was in. He took advantage of, what I thought was, my lowest point to get what he wanted.
For months he had watched me from the shadows, falling more and more into obsession with me before our first official meeting. I would say love instead of obsession, but that wasn’t what this was. He didn’t love me. People who love someone don’t lock them up in a dark and dingy room. If he loved me then I wouldn’t be chained and tied up with tape over my mouth. There wouldn’t be punishments whenever I cried and food wouldn’t be a reward.
It truly was obsession. He thought of me as a collectable, something that, once broken enough, could be used as arm candy. I wasn’t human to him, but then again I doubt he even viewed himself as human.
When we met, that fateful day, in the middle of dead bodies and blood splattered skin, he was a light. He was a way to make my life better. But he was just a lie. An illusion so he could get what he wanted. Life was better when I was with the old company, I concluded, at least I had some freedom. I could move and see the light of day. If I really wanted to, I could have even ended it all without anyone even caring. I never realized how amazing that freedom was, being able to die, till it was taken away from me. But here, with Dazai, I’m utterly trapped. I can’t even breath without his permission.
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. He began to treat me better. I realized that when I stopped struggling and just accepted that this was my life, this was all there is, he was nice. After what felt like years tied up in that dark room, he brought me to a different room. This one with windows and a bed and bookshelves that lined the walls.
“Be good.” He told me. “You can do whatever you want in this room. There’s even a bathroom if you want to shower by yourself.” My eyes lit up at the thought of being able to clean up alone. “Don’t hurt yourself while I’m gone, okay? You’re too precious to get hurt.” He ran his hand through my hair and across my cheek. I had learned not to flinch at his touch anymore. As he realized that I didn’t move away, a satisfied smile came to his lips before he turned and left. The sound of the door locking was heard, just like it always was whenever he left.
Dazai, unknown to me, moved to a different room in the Port Mafia building. There, he set up cameras to watch how I acted. For hours he stared at the screen. All I did was shower then curl up in the bed, falling asleep for almost eleven hours after a whole year of little to no sleep. As he watched, that same satisfied smile came to his lips. He was proud of me for not trying to escape. In fact, it looked like that thought never even crossed my mind. Eventually he joined me.
He was warm and comforting. His arms felt safe despite the knowledge that they were the reason I was so broken. The hands that used to hit and starve me were now warm against my back. They brought me food regularly and made sure I was clean when we showered together. They dressed me in his comfy clothes and wrapped me in his soft blankets. When he wanted ‘more’ of me, I let him—even if I didn’t want it. I shouldn’t tell him no. He has provided so much for me, kept me alive and healthy, given me everything and what have I given back? Nothing. All I could give back was my body. So I did.
“We’re leaving.” He said one day. The words startled me, making me sit up in his bed. “Get up and grab whatever you want to keep.” Despite all the questions circling my head and the burn for answers to even a single one, I didn’t speak. No, I just got up and grabbed the small stuffed animal that he had gotten me however long ago. That was all I wanted. It was all I had. Everything else was his. I had faith that he would grab the things that we would need. I sat back down on the bed while watching him pack a small bag with a few odds and ins. Once he was done, he came closer to me with my shoes in his hand. He got down on his knees in front of me and put them on for me before looking up into my eyes.
There, he saw my confusions and worry. Tears sat in my waterline at the anxiety I felt. I was shaking too. He had noticed that the second I started. With a heavy breath, he stood up.
“Don’t worry. You’re safe with me. We’re just going somewhere different to live.” I nodded and took the hand that he held out for me. Once again it felt like I was seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
Though, deep down I recognized it was fake. That I made it up. Another illusion that wouldn’t save me because I wouldn’t save myself. The thought of a new home, a new place where I could run away and get to safety, never even crossed my mind. I was whole heartedly his. I was safe when he was around, why would I run from safety?
That night, we left and moved into a small house fairly far from town. It was cozy. Dazai let me cook for us, always bringing home fresh ingredients for me to use. He began to grow sweeter then before. He smiled more and used my body less—and the times that he did use me weren’t like before. I wouldn’t be left shaking and trembling in pain, covered in spiteful marks to relieve stress. No, he was careful with my body now, treating me like I was glass even when he had proven to himself that I wasn’t hundreds of times before. I was no longer left to clean up the mess afterwards. He would insist that I stayed still as he cleaned us, gently carrying me to the shower if we weren’t already there to begin with.
We even started going placed together. It started as small outings to the store for food or clothes. He had insisted that I should have my own clothes even when I said I was fine wearing his. Then we started eating out and going to fun places. He even brought me to his work every now and again.
“Everyone! I want you to meet, (Y/n)!” Dazai spoke proudly as we walked into an office room full of a few other people. They all looked up and began to introduce themselves. To them, there were no red flags about our relationship. I wasn’t malnourished and my skin and hair had a healthy look to it because of the outings. Not only that, but Dazai looked to be the perfect boyfriend, not some sadistic maniac of a person who had locked me up for years, slowly breaking me. No, from the outside looking in, we were happy and in love.
“It’s nice to meet you.” My voice was soft as my hands played with the sleeves of my hoodie. I didn’t make eye contact with anyone. After years of complete social isolation, it was hard to be ‘normal’. A boy named Atsushi came up and began talking with me. He was nice and his eyes were bright. He spoke with a huge smile that lit up the room. Seeing him smile like that made my lips curve up a bit, mirroring his expression just a little. We talked for a while as I basked in the warmth his personality provided.
A warm hand on my back startled me. My body flinched just the smallest amount, but Atsushi still noticed it. Though, he didn’t let his face show that he saw it. Turning to my side with wide eyes, I saw Dazai. He was smiling down at me. There was nothing in his expression that said I did something wrong. In fact he was glad that I still remembered how to socialize. It saved him the effort of re-teaching me. But nothing in my head could convince me that I was okay. To me, I messed up. I did something he didn’t like and I was going to get punished, even if I knew I hadn’t been punished in years.
“It’s time to go home, darling.” I nodded my head at his words, hand gripping onto the side of his shirt as I held back my tears. The fear rapidly began to build. He said his goodbyes and we left. As soon as we were away from everyone, where no one could hear us, was when I broke. My knees gave out and I fell to the floor, grabbing onto his pants legs as the tears finally fell.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you mad! I’ll never do it again! I’ll be good for you! Please don’t punish me, I’ll be good!” I begged. My words were choked out as my breath got caught in my throat. He smiled softly down at me, squatting down to be at my level. Once there, he brought his hand to my cheek. I flinched before realizing he wasn’t going to hurt me. I then nuzzled my face into his large palm with one of my hands grabbing his wrist to keep his warmth there and even bringing it closer to me.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. You were amazing back there. So sweet and kind talking with Atsushi.” Our eyes locked for a few seconds before he continued. “Common, let’s get home. I’ll cook and you can relax in the bath.” I nodded my head as a feeling took over my body.
As love took over my body…No, this wasn’t love. Love isn’t fearing that you’re doing something wrong. Love isn’t speaking when you think it would made someone else happy and not cause you want to. Love isn’t being with someone for their happiness even if it doesn’t make you happy. Love isn’t flinching at the slightest of touches, or thinking that bad behavior will get your food taken away. Love isn’t this. This is obsession—fear. This was doing what needs to be done to survive.
I don’t believe in love.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! Dazai is one of my favorite characters so I really have fun writing for him. I used to always write him as supper bubbly and happy-go-lucky but after reading No Longer Human, I feel like this type of story fits him more. Plus, I enjoy writing these types of things. It's fun and suspenseful, in my opinion! Also, you guys seemed to like the last Yandere!Dazai story I wrote! If you enjoy my writing style, feel free to request something!! <3
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Summary: João’s ex-girlfriend constant calls make you afraid, but João shows you that he’s only yours.
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João Félix x (female) reader
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“Why does she keep calling?” you quietly mutter under your breath, averting your eyes from João’s phone.
He’s quick to decline the call, a frown on his face as he notices you looking down, sadly toying with your ring. The same ring João had given you on your first anniversary together.
“Hey, don’t sweat it. I’m not going to answer her calls.” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him until you’re practically on his lap, a comforting kiss being placed on your forehead.
You snuggle more into him, just as his phone starts to vibrate once again.
“Does she want to reconcile? She wants you back, doesn’t she?” you try to seem strong but your voice cracks on the last word and you try your best to keep the tears away.
João is quick to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look him in the eyes, his dark brows furrowed in apprehension.
“That doesn’t matter cause I’m with you now.” he declares, fingers stroking the delicate skin of your cheek as you look at him, eyes filled with doubt and concern.
It’s only fair to be concerned when his gorgeous ex-girlfriend seems so insistent in talking to him, leaving your imagination running wildly over all the possible scenarios that could happen.
“I don’t know…” you start, only to be interrupted by João’s soft lips over yours, pulling you into a sweet kiss. His hand cups your face, his thumb running over your cheekbone.
When he finally pulls away, he lovingly smiles at your flustered face.
“She doesn’t matter anymore. She had her chance and she blew it and honestly, I’m glad she did. Otherwise I would have never met you - the love of my life.” he professes, concluding with another soft kiss, pushing all of your worries aside.
TW: unloving mother towards reader, Conrad being a dick
Conrad fisher x reader
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Sitting with my head resting on the wall I flush the toilet. That’s the third time I’ve thrown up today. Knowing that I’m pregnant just makes me want to cry, not because I don’t want the baby but more so the fact that my sister can’t decide witch brother she wants. The one that took my virginity away and got me pregnant all in one night, or the one that kinda looks like a puppy. Don’t get me wrong I love jere but he does look like a lost puppy sometimes.
I don’t even know what going on with Conrad, one day he’s fucking me and the next morning “it was a mistake and never should have happened.” Who fucking takes someone’s virginity and then drops them. URGGGGGGG. He makes me so mad sometimes. The only person who knows I’m pregnant is Steven, he barged in the bathroom when I was taking the test; then waited with me once he found out what happened.
Let me take us back a bit to when we arrived to the house.
Getting out of the car I take a nice long breath in, “I’m finally home.” I mumble to myself. Not that anyone would have payed attention to anything I say anyway, my family doesn’t care about me much… well except for Steven Susannah came bolting out of the house at full speed. “ they’re here!” She yelled over to the boys. Jeremiah runs over to belly, looks over her for a second the picks her up and twirls her in the air. “ awh bells I missed you so much!”
Few moment later
“You know what time it is” Steven says with the smirk visible in his voice. “Belly flop time!!!” The three boys scream at the absolute top if they’re lungs. Belly tries to make a run for it but Conrad catches her. Urg the way he grabbed her waist made my heart shatter. I’ve loved Connie since before I can remember, my sister claims to have loved him since we were 11 but I sorta feel like that’s not true. She would always tell me that she didn’t want him and that she loved him like a brother.
Belly and I had huge glow ups this year. I let my hair grow out this winter too, I never really liked it that long anyways it just felt like the thing to do. Ignoring the fact that neither of the boys said hi to me, I made my way inside hopping mom and Susannah would let me talk with them for a little bit.
It’s been 10 minutes and I hear the back door open, then I see Steven and Jeremiah walk in.
“Hey y/n I missed you. Did your hair get longer?” Jeremiah says as he walks over and lightly threads his fingers thought my hair.
“Yes jere bear I’ve been growing it out over the winter, I actually kinda like it longer.” I’ve always called Jeremiah jere bear since we were little, the odd time when I’m aggravated by him or upset I’ll call him Jeremiah but other then that it’s always “jere bear” or “miah”.
All of a sudden I’m being overcome by a cold wet blanket.
“BELLY, I’m going to kill you!”
“Jeez calm down y/n/n” Conrad mumbles
Belly finally lets go after some bickering and I run upstairs to get changed, I’m suddenly felling self conscious once I get into my room and look in the mirror. My white top is completely see through and you can see all my stretch marks.
So many bad thoughts start running through my head;” he’s never going to want you” or ” you look ugly”oh and the best one”just kill yourself they would all be better without you anyway”. My feet feel planted into the floor, it feels like theres quick sand under my feet and me going further into the sand the more the bad thoughts get to me.
Knock knock knock
“One second!” I call out as I quickly through a sweater on.
“Come in”
“You alright y/n, you seemed stressed out earlier when belly was hugging you.” Steven expressed his concern as he made his way over to my bed.
“Yea, I’m fine she was just getting me wet and I didn’t like it. Plus i was wearing a white shirt, last time I checked white plus water equals see through.” I say with sass loaded in my voice.
“Whatever,I’m out.” God he confuses me sometimes.
Time skip to after dinner
I haven’t really touched anything on my plate but no one says anything to me anyways they just keep taking to each other, that is until I stand up and go to walk away.
“Y/n where are you going, you know not to leave the table till everyone left and you have cleared the table.” My mom sneers. I just sit back down not wanting to escalate the situation. Jere looks at me with a glint of pity but it’s quickly gone when belly starts talking to him again. After everyone’s gone and left their dishes on the table even tho Susannah insisted on helping me, mom just dragged her away telling them that this was my job from now on. God I feel so unloved. After I’ve put the dishes in the dish washer, put the leftovers in containers in the fridge, and cleaned the table I finally get to relax. I make my way outside thinking I would be the only one out there at this time at night, only to find Conrad sitting at the edge of the pool smoking a joint.
“Thought you said smoking was for losers and it made you dumber.”
“I did that was before I found out how good it made me feel.” We went back and forth a little bit then after a while he patted the spot next to him.
“Sit you must be tired of standing by now.”
I pull up the bottom of my pants a bit then take a seat next to him putting my feet in the pool. Maybe feeling so unloved was why I let it happen but what I remember was Conrad saying all these things that made me think he wanted me, then me being in he’s bed. He slowly started to take my clothes off knowing it was my first time and what I thought was an act of kindness must not really have been. After getting me down to just my panties he looks up at me for consent and I nod my head you can imagine the rest.
1 month later/ present time
I brush my teeth and leave the bathroom wishing I didn’t let that day happen, I go back to my room curl up in bed with my blanky yes I’m a 16 year old who still has a blanket., and start crying the tears feel like they’re never going to stop. I feel the bed dip beside me and I try to hold in my tears till I realize it’s Steven and he closed the door behind him, then I just turn over into his embrace and cry as he rubs my back.
“I heard you throwing up, I had to come make sure you were ok.” He whispers loud enough I can hear it but not loud enough someone else will hear.
“Susannah wanted me to come ask you if you wanted to come mini putting with us and on my way up I heard but didn’t want to disturb you.”
“Okay” my voice comes out all raspy from all the crying I’ve done.
“Good get dressed wipe those tears I know you’re sad about what happened but he doesn’t deserve your tears.” I nod as I wipe my face and get up making my way to my closet, Steven makes his way out of my room.
I walk down the stairs to see everyone putting their shoes on and getting ready to go when Susannah sees me.
“Y/n I’m glad you decided to join us, I was a little worried when I heard you throw-“. Steven doesn’t let her finish asking if we should go now that I’m ready. We end up deciding to take two cars to fit everyone.
“ I call driving!” Belly kinda screams.
“Ha funny. No!” Mom says sarcastically. “I’m driving beck can sit passenger, belly, Steven and Jeremiah can sit in the back.”
“ Wait mom i don’t thi-“
“No arguing Steven I don’t want that stupid brat in my car any longer then she has to be and Conrad knows how to drive so they’ll be fine.” Mom says with a tone so calm but strict that I flinched.
“ I’m sorry y/n/n, it’ll be okay just don’t talk to him.” Steven whispers in my ear. I look over at Conrad but he seems upset that I was looking at him, not that I’m surprised he hasn’t really talked to me since that night. When he does it’s just snide remark’s about the way I’m eating or sitting or really anything that involves me being in the same room as him. It makes me cry at night thinking about that night and how nice and “loving” he was, turns out I was just stupid and naive. Jeremiah must have seen me look at the floor and sigh that I was gonna be alone with Conrad cuz he cherps up
“ I’ll go with con and y/n/n.”
“No you don’t have to jere. You can come with us don’t feel obligated to be with that pig.” My mom says like she really cares about him not being with me.
“ I don’t even think Connie should be with her but someone unfortunately invited her so someone has to drive her there.”
“ If it’s such a problem I can stay here.” I whisper like if I talk any louder I’ll be in trouble.
“There will be no such thing happening y/n, you are coming with us. Laur stop being so mean to your daughter.” She says lovingly towards me then strictly to my mom.
“ I want to go with them it’ll be okay” Jeremiah says confidently without hesitation.
The 2 fisher boys sitting up front with me in the back. This is better than sitting up front with him I guess.
“Could you get your big fat head off my window.” Conrad snaps at me. I flinch. I can feel the tears in my eyes I mumble a sorry and just remove my head from the window looking down at my hands.
“That wasn’t very nice Conrad.” Jeremiah exclaims.
“It’s okay I’m used to it miah.” I whispered lightly. Conrad seems taken aback by what I said but just keeps his eyes on the road.
Jeremiah sighs “ You shouldn’t be. I don’t get why Laurel treats you the way she does.”
“ Cause I’m worthless, and I’m not good enough for anyone. It’s always gonna be belly. Right Conrad.” I mumble feeling the tears streaming down my face. Conrad just scruffs.
When we get to the mini putt I wait for everyone before grabbing a golf club. I grab the one with the purple end. Steven hands me a purple ball he knows me so well. As I start walking behind the group so no one makes anymore comments about me because I don’t think I could take anymore right this second with the pregnancy hormones and the fact that I just stopped crying. Susannah turns around and looks around as if looking for someone.
“Y/n where are you.” Then she sees me. “Oh there you are come here.” She pulls me towards her not caring about the glares she’s getting from my mom. I don’t think she wants me over here but Susannah seems content with me here so I guess I’ll stay.
Summary: After learning about Jason’s death, her and Nightwing set course to Gotham.
Warnings: Mentions of Character Death, Angst, Slight Suicide TW
A/N: I plan to make a part 2 to this, but with Red Hood, so stick around for that. But otherwise, enjoy!
It’s been 6 months since Jason left, and everyone has been okay… all except for me. Since the day that Jason left with Rose, only leaving me with a kiss goodbye, I haven’t been much of anything to anyone. I haven’t moved much from my bed, and when I do, it’s to get up for a snack or use the restroom.
I’m pretty sure that when I lost a bit of weight since the last time I had a well-cooked meal, with my diet only consisting of crackers, ice cream, and whatever juice Gar and Rachel had decided to hide from Dick and his insane health kick. Like, what teenager do you know eating cauliflower mash? Anyways, one of the Titans would show up in my room with a plate of food every now and then, begging me to eat it, but I just ignored them. I kept my back to them, causing them to leave the plate of food on my nightstand, only to sit there for days before someone came to get it.
But no matter what I do, I can never get Jason out of my head. When I entered the kitchen, I remembered when Jason and I would stay up late and hang out in the kitchen. He would sit on the counter, swinging his legs back and forth, causing them to repeatedly hit the cabinet doors that sat under the countertop while I baked whatever recipe I had seen on YouTube earlier that day.
And it wasn’t just places inside the tower. Jason seemed to haunt my dreams too. I couldn’t stop dreaming about that night… The night he left me alone. When he abandoned me to go with another girl, leaving me with only a kiss.
Everyone sat around the commons area of Titan’s tower. We had just gotten Jason back for his almost deadly encounter with Deathstroke if it wasn’t for Connor saving his life. And since then, nothing has been the same.
After saving Jason, Deathstroke broke into the tower, placing objects- memorabilia for each Titan to find. For Hank, it was a bottle of bourbon. Rachel had crosses drawn all over her room. Dawn was met with a photo of a friend who had recently died. And Donna received a bottle of orange soda. Specifically, a brand of soda she once shared with a close friend of hers who had also died… a former Titan.
But to make things worse, everyone (except me) blamed Jason for their recent trips from memory lane. This only ended with me defending Jason, cussing out my fellow teammates before Dick showed up, and allowing Jason to sneak off to the roof with me in tow. Jason planned to jump off the rooftop, and I tried to stop him, but Dick and his dark secret got him down from off the ledge.
So now, here we all are, listening to Dick explain how he lied to us, his so-called “friends,” for the hundredth time, and everyone was fed up. Upset because of the trust this team had for each other.
I sat next to Jason at the kitchen table, who propped his head against his hand. I lay face down, not wanting to see anyone. After earlier, Jason was so disappointed in himself that he couldn’t even look at me. And judging how everyone was earlier, I could only imagine how much everyone would judge Dick for this.
Now, I couldn’t see anything, but I could definitely hear. I heard Rose speak up for the first time since Dick explained everything. “My brother’s dead because of you,” Rose said with a sense of hatred. “I’m out,” she continued before standing up and making her way out of the room.
“I’m going with her,” Jason added, giving me just enough reason to look up. I looked at Jason, feeling my lips tremble as I looked up at the boy. He turned away from Dick, looking at me with an emotionless expression, but his eyes said everything. “Come with us,” He whispered, holding his hand out. I hesitated. When I didn’t speak, Jason took it as a sign of rejection, giving me a sad smile before leaning down and kissing my lips. My eyes closed, trying my best to hold in all the tears I wanted to release as I heard the sound of his steps disappear into the next room.
I felt everyone watch me as I slowly began to break down. My cheeks grew warm and were about as red as a cherry. And my eyes flooded with tears as I fluttered my eyes open, facing the area where Rose and Jason walked out. “Jason,” I whispered, finally feeling myself give in to the loss of my boyfriend. My best friend… The love of my life.
And since then, I’ve never been the same. Every time I fell asleep, that memory haunted my dreams, and there was no escape. I wake up every night sobbing, wishing Jason was here to hold me. Although it hurt, I would sometimes imagine that he was here and comforting me. His warm breath ran down the back of my neck, leaving goosebumps, as I clutched onto him, resting my head on his chest. And it really did help… but not wholly.
Anytime I missed Jason, I called. I sometimes called to see if he’d answer, but it was no luck. And even though I was sent to voicemail, I still left him messages. I hoped he heard them and felt just as bad as I do right now, but there was no way of telling.
Sometimes, the thought of him and Rose would enter my mind, making me even more depressed than I already was. “Does he love her more than me? Is that why he left?” Those questions ran through my mind almost 24/7, but deep down, I knew why he had left.
Feeling the urge to move out of bed, I slowly got up, making a few loud grunts and groans from the relief of being in bed all day. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. “Damn, I look rough,” I whispered as I rubbed my fingers against my sunken eyes. Seeing how thin my cheeks seemed, I had lost more than a couple of pounds. I looked half dead if you asked me.
With an exhausted sigh, I walked out of my room and stopped. Something strange in the atmosphere told me to go back to bed, but I didn’t listen. Instead, I began to the kitchen, but I was stopped by the sound of Kory. It sounded like she was talking to someone. I walked to the end of the hall, which connected to the common area where everyone once hung out, and I peered into the room. I saw Dick and Kory sitting at the counter with sad expressions, telling me something terrible had happened.
“What am I going to do? I don’t know how to tell her,” I heard Dick say as he looked away from Kory. He rested his head on his arm, much like Jason did before he left that day. I watched as Kory leaned back in her seat, taking Dick’s words in.
When he was done speaking, Kory began to speak. “She needs to know, Dick. She hasn’t been out of this tower in 6 months because of Jason… I hate to say it, but he broke her, and now she’s slowly killing herself the more she stays in that room,” Kory told Dick.
“I know, Kory. But how do you tell someone who can barely eat that her boyfriend was reckless and impulsive and killed himself?”
Listening to Dick and Kory’s words, I soon realized that they were speaking about Jason. I watched Kory sadly place her hand down on Dick’s leg. Suddenly it became hard to breathe as I also realize that they weren’t just talking about Jason. They were talking about telling me that Jason was dead. I felt my body slam into the wall, making a loud enough sound to get the attention of the two adults.
Dick and Kory ran over to me as I slid down the wall, clutching my chest, where my heart rest. Ugly cries exited my body as I thought of Jason being dead. Dick grabbed me, holding me in his arms as I cried in his chest. He rested his chin on top of mine and slowly rubbed my back.
“Jason,” I said, groggily. Feeling Dick’s arms hold me tighter.
I couldn’t believe it. Jason Todd was dead. I always knew his abilities would get to his head, and that’s exactly what he did. He was cocky, and believed that he didn’t need help… that he could fight the fight by himself. And that’s what killed him. Now, I didn’t know how he died exactly, but I knew teenagers don’t just drop dead. Especially not Bruce Wayne’s kids. But, I also knew that there was a possibility that if I had accepted Jason’s offer that day, that none of this would have happened.
“I know. It hurts. Cry it out. Cry it out,” Dick muttered into my ear. Kory sadly watched the two of us as we held onto each other.
“I could have saved him,” I whispered.
“No,” Dick said sternly, pulling away from the hug. “What Jason did was on him. You probably would have had no idea what was going on, no matter if you were there or not… much like the Deathstroke thing,” he said, looking me in my eyes.
My eyes narrowed as I felt a rush of anger flow through me. “Jason only went out to fight Dr. Light 1. Because you and the “O.G. Titans” couldn’t beat him. And 2. Jason only wanted to prove to you and Bruce that he knew what he was doing. None of you ever gave him a chance,” I scowled.
“Jason did get chances to prove himself,” Dick said, making me even angrier. “And everytime, he proved that he was still reckless, still impulsive, and still full of rage. There is a reason Bruce sent him here. And when he left and went to fight Joker on his own, he was still the same Jason we all know. And that right there- that’s what got him killed,” Dick said.
The Joker ran through my head as I tried to take in everything he told me. I remember running through the streets of Gotham, hearing the name Joker, and every single bad thing he had done. How gruesome he left his victims. I could only imagine what Jason went through in the time before his death, but I knew what ran through my mind wouldn’t do the real thing justice.
But it wasn’t just Joker running through my mind. It was also the fact that the people who didn’t give Jason a chance believed that they knew him… but they didn’t. They didn’t know the true Jason Todd. The Jason Todd I knew was kind. When it was just me and him, he didn’t want to punch a wall. We would have movie nights almost everynight back at Wayne manor. I remember sneaking into his window to see his slightly messy room, and how we would cuddle in his bed, and we would just talk about everything during the movie. Sure Jason was everything Dick described, but he was also so much more. I just wished everyone else could have seen that.
“You’re wrong.” That’s all I said before pulling out of Dick’s arms indefidently, and standing up to leave. I could hear as Dick shuffled to get up and run after me, but I think Kory stopped him, because all I heard was a quiet, “She’s grieving. Let her process this on her own, for awhile.” And with that I was out of their line of sight.
I made my way back to my room, where all the anger and sadness I had once felt released out of me. I screamed as loud as I could as I fell to my knees. I felt the energy shift, like something new had awakened in me. My chest heaved as I began to cry harder than how I was earlier. I faced the ceiling and opened my eyes. Expecting a white ceiling to appear, I found loose objects floating in mid air.
“What is happening?” I whispered to myself. And suddenly everything fell. I looked down at my hands as a blue mist escaped my hands. I slammed my hands to the ground, making everything around me shake. I heard multiple sounds of feet slamming against the floor as the remaining Titans met up outside my door. Small murmurs appeared, but i ignored them.
I let out a small sniffle before making my way over to my bed, and climbing in, and laying down as if I never got up in the first place. I slammed my eyes shut, trying to imagine that this was all a dream, but then a small knock at my door appeared. I faced the wall as I heard the sound of my door opening before slowly shutting. I heard the sounds of a pair of shoes against the hard wood of my floors. I felt a dip in my bed, next to where my legs laid, causing me to open my eyes, but I didn’t face whoever it was.
“I’m sorry,” Dick started. “I guess I really do live up to my name. You know, after losing Donna and now Jason, I realized that I can’t loose you to.”
“Why? Because we all just learned in a span of 2 minutes that I have earthshattering powers?” I asked with a hint of anger.
“No,” He sighed. “I can’t lose you because you are a big part of this team. And I didn’t reealize it until Jason left, and you entered your current state. Both of you were such a big part of this team. You and Jason were a power team all by yourselves, with you as the brain and Jason as the brawn.” He paused, taking a deep breath.
“At first, I hated to admit that Jason was my brother. After losing my parents in the circus, I closed myself off, not even allowing Bruce into my life. But then, after years of being closed off from the world, I eventually opened up. When Donna died, I felt just how you felt. Growing up, she was always like the big sister that knew how to keep me in control. She was my Y/N, and I was her Jason. So I understand your pain, and I want you to come with me, back to Gotham. Just you and me.”
I slowly turned facing Dick, I looked down, not wanting to look him in the eye. I gave the man a slight nod, accepting his offer. And with that, he patted my leg before getting up to leave the room.
“Dick?” I called out ot the man. He peeped his head back into the room, and I continued. “Thank you,” I said with a smile. The first smile in 6 months. Dick gave me a short nod, continueing back to were he was planning on going.
The trip to Gotham was quiet and also quite tense. This would be my first time back in Gotham without Jason, and knowing that hurt. I could tell Dock wanted to say something about it, but he remained quiet. Instead, Dick kept his eyes on the road and I kept my eyes on the different types of scenery we got with each state we drove through.
So, when we had finally made it to Wayne manor I was desperate to get out of the car. Dick pulled up in front of the entry door, and instead of being met with Alfred like always, we were met with nothing. Jason wasn’t the only person that the Wayne manor had lost. Alfred’s soul also rested in our memories.
Dick and I got out and I was met with the familiar smell of Gotham’s air. I turned to my left where I found a tree. It was the same tree I used to sneak in and out of the manor to see Jason. At least, that was until Alfred found out and convinced Bruce to let me stay with them. He only agreed to let me stay because of his obsessive need to bring in children from off the street. Children in need of a home. It only surprised us that he didn’t adopt a whole orphanage.
I continued to make my way towards the tree where I softly rubbed the rough bark which brings back a sense of nostalgia.
“Hey,” I heard from behind me. I turned to find Dick with both of our bags in his arms. I ran back over to Dick, trying to grab my bag from him, but he only responded with an “I’ve got it,” as he nudged me towards the front door.
Dick knocks at the door before remembering that it was just Bruce here. He gripped the knob and slightly twists, opening the door. I look at Dick with a scoff, “I think he forgets where he lives.” Dick laughed, as we made our way into the large home.
“Okay. You go find your old room, and put your stuff away. I’m gonna find Bruce,” Dick said, handing me my bag. I walked up the stairs feeling the small dents in the wood from where Jason would ride down the steps on his motorbike. I smiled at the memory and continued up the steps.
I walked to my room and stopped right outside the room. I looked across the hall to where Jason used to sleep. Lucky for me, the door was shut. If it wasn’t, I probably would have broke down again. I just turned back towards my room and opened the door. The room was just as I remembered. The walls were still the same pearly white that I remembered. And the bed looked as if it hadn’t been touched since I left. The grey bedding was positioned just as Alfred had done it that morning. I didn’t have much decoration, considering I didn’t have much at the time, and I didn’t really want to be a burden towards Bruce, since he had already done so much for me.
I flopped onto the bed, relishing in the soft sheets I had laid in once before. I stared up at the ceiling as I took a deep breath before closing my eyes. I felt almost at peace with where I was at. The only thing missing was Jason’s presence. But it was enough to put me to sleep.
i need joe burrow x fem reader w him having like a baby and he takes him with him to like a game and HE EVEN SITS HIM W HIM AT THE CONFERENCE THEY DO LIKE AFTER GAMES like where all those ppl ask the players questions and some have their kids with them. and this would have to be a game they win. THANKS!
Dad Joe coming in hot!
You stare between your son and your husband, biting your lip. “JJ, are you sure? Mommy’s not going in there with you guys,” you ask your son. He had just shocked the two of you in the tunnel by asking to go back to the locker room with Joe. Freshly three years old, Joe Junior was the definition of a Mama’s Boy; he was constantly attached to you and as he was going through a bit of a bashful phase, fearful of most situations where he was separated from his mom.
“I want to go with daddy,” JJ exclaims, holding his arms out to Joe. Shrugging, Joe takes his son and gives you a wave. “We shouldn’t be too long, I’m going to go to the podium first,” Joe smiles at you as he heads down the tunnel with your son. “Dad’s gotta go answer some questions buddy, so you’re gonna sit with these nice ushers.” Joe starts to hand JJ over to the waiting staffers just outside of the press room when JJ buries his head into Joe’s neck. “I want to go with you,” JJ whispers, his identical blue eyes meeting Joe’s.
Joe was torn. JJ was ripe for a tantrum at any given moment and Joe wasn’t in the mood to provide any viral videos for the public today. He also knew that JJ wasn’t wild about strangers so leaving with him with the Bengals crew members was risky. Joe decided taking him inside was the better bet, and looked around for the craft services table reserved for the press. Grabbing a bag of crackers, Joe hands JJ the snack and walks towards the door. “When we go in there, you have to be really quiet, okay? Like how quiet you are with Mommy? That’s the kind of quiet, okay buddy?” JJ nods enthusiastically and Joe heads inside to the podium.
The second the press pool spotted Joe walking in with his son, the room lit up with the sound of a thousand camera shutters. As private as Joe was about his wife, he was beyond protective of his kid; rarely acknowledging he even had a child and not once posting him. For a second, the din of the room caused Joe to pause, and he looked down at JJ. “You okay buddy?” Joe whispered, worried JJ was going to get scared. Miraculously, JJ smiled, more interested in his crackers than the reporters.
Sitting down at the podium, Joe began answering the barrage of questions regarding the blowout win against the Chiefs. It took about 10 minutes for JJ’s patience to wear out and he interrupted a question from WXIX to ask Joe for a drink. “Daddy, can I have a juice?” JJ asked, causing the room to laugh. “Not right now buddy, Dad’s working,” Joe whispered, losing his train of thought in the process. A few minutes later, an intern subtly slid an apple juice onto the table and JJ loudly thanked her.
“Daddy, open please,” JJ shoved the juice box into Joe’s face, causing Joe to roll his eyes. This kid. Handing the juice back to JJ, Joe took a few more questions before an ESPN reporter felt brave enough to address the small elephant in the room.
“Joe, this is the first time we’ve seen you bring your son in here. Was today his first game?” Joe pursed his lips while he mulled over how to answer. He normally shut down any personal questions but he couldn’t exactly ignore JJ’s presence. “Uh, no, he’s been here before. Just not, like, in here,” Joe motioned around the press room.
“Can we expect to see more of him later in the season?” The reporter asked, hoping for a better answer. “Mmm, probably not. I think he prefers hanging out with his mom,” Joe responded, the mention of mom causing JJ to snap to attention. “Is Mommy here?” JJ asked, standing up in Joe’s lap to look out into the press pool. “Not in here buddy but she’s outside,” Joe pulled JJ back into his lap, looking at the Bengals press secretary for an indication of how many more questions he had. Seeing her nod her approval, Joe and JJ stood up to walk out, not before JJ waved goodbye to everyone, causing the audience to coo at the tiny mini Joe.
Heading down the hallway hand in hand, Joe turned to JJ. “Thanks for coming with me buddy,” Joe high-fived his son. “ ‘elcome,” JJ responded, distracted by the orange and black balloons decorating the hallway. “You want some?” Joe asked, pointing to the balloons. JJ began jumping up and down as Joe untied two of them and handed them to his son. “Thank you,” JJ said politely, reaching around to hug Joe’s leg.
Unbeknownst to the two Burrow men, a photographer spotted them and captured the tender moment between father and son. The photo was eventually featured on the front page of the Cincinnati Enquirer, and would be synonymous with Joe for decades to come.
Hey! I love your fics❤️ Would you be able to do one where the reader doesn’t come from much money and has financial issues but mason doesn’t know about it and eventually finds out accidentally. The rest can be up to you and your wonderful imagination 😊
hii lovey thank you so much it means a lot to me!!💙💙 i'm really really sorry for the late reply, i've been really busy these past days and got a write blocking that took a toll on me. but i managed to finish your request today and i hope you like it!! <3 (again it turned out a lot more angsty than i intended it to be lol)
always there for you
mason mount x reader
summary: you have been through a though moment but mason is there to help you.
word count: 2,6k
disclaimer: english is not my first language, angst, family issues, a bit fluffy at the end
The song playing on the radio wasn't enough to distract you from your nerves, your fingers tapping nervously against your knee. You turned your face and looked over to your boyfriend, who gladly was paying enough attention on the road to not notice your anxious attics.
Mason took a last turn and parked in front of the restaurant where you both had agreed to meet his friends for brunch. He turned to face you and gave you his beautiful smile that made your heart warm, but soon his brow furrowed when he noticed how your leg was shaking now.
"Are you feeling okay, baby?" He asked, worry noticeable in his voice.
"Yes babe, I'm fine." You tried your best to fake a smile, nodding your head.
“You sure?” His head tipped to the side, his body leaning closer just for him to interlock his fingers on yours.
Mason’s palm was warm against yours, your heart calming down from your worries for a moment. You could say you weren’t feeling okay, that you’d prefer to stay home that afternoon, you knew Mason wasn’t going to force you to go out with him. He’d probably cancel his plans to stay with you. But you already had so much going on in your head and you didn’t want to cause a fuss, Mason already had his own problems and you felt that you had no need to bring your problems to him.
“I’m okay really,” You squeezed his hand, leaning to peck his lips. “Shall we go?”
His gaze still had remnants of worry, his eyes scanning your features to be sure of your words, his lips pecking yours in another soft kiss when he nodded his head after a moment. He undid his seatbelt and you did the same, as always Mason got out first then opened the door for you, something that always made your heart swell in affection. You thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, his hand intertwined with yours again after he locked his car and you both walked into the restaurant entrance.
Although you had calmed down for a moment, as soon as you entered the restaurant you felt sick to your stomach. You already had been to some fancy places with Mason, he liked to take you out to the best places in town, and as much as you knew he did it because he liked to spoil you, deep down you felt uncomfortable and even sad. Your financial situation wasn’t a problem to Mason, he knew since the beginning that your lives and way of living were totally opposites, but he never worried about it as much as you did.
Mason was an incredible man, his amazing personality with his funny sense of humour and his caring and gentle actions was what drew you to him. He never cared about that kinda stuff, and you knew you shouldn’t too, but that wasn’t so easy for you to do. And it became a lot harder when you started having problems in your bank account after you lent money to your stupid brother who never cared to pay back.
It all started a few months ago, when your brother asked you to help him with his business and played your role of good sister, you decided to help him after talking with your parents. He was supposed to pay you back some weeks ago but he never did, even stopped replying to your calls and texts.
You carried a huge burden on your back trying to figure out how to solve your problem, feeling embarrassed to ask for help from anyone around you even if you knew they’d help you out with anything you needed.
Your thoughts were running wild again but then your attention was brought to the world when you saw Sophia waving and smiling excitedly at you, making you smile a little. When you both finally got to the table where your friends were sitting you greeted all of them with a hug and a small smile, Sophia pulling you to sit by her side immediately.
“It’s been so long since we saw each other!” She exclaimed, a warm smile on her face. “We should do something together sometime.”
“Yes, we totally should!” You chuckled a little, “How have you been?”
You both engaged in a conversation about your lives, you trying to distract your thoughts from your issues for a moment. You felt Mason’s arm sneaking around your shoulder and that made you calm yourself a little, he knew something was off but didn’t want to push it and you were grateful for that. He was too involved in his conversation with Kai and Reece but you saw him smile from the corner of your eye when you stroke his thigh gently.
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The brunch was filled with parallel conversations and laughter, some of the guys always making a joke and that for sure lifted your spirit a bit, but when Mason paid yours and his bill after eating dessert the feeling of guilt washed over you completely. You both said your goodbyes before leaving, you promising Sophia you would call her anytime so you too could hang out together.
“Did you enjoy today?” Mason’s voice was soft when he broke the silence in the car, his eyes alternating between you and the street.
“Yeah, it was really fun,” You turned to look at him. “Thank you Mase.”
“No need for thanking me babe,” He intertwined his fingers on yours again, kissing the back of your hand and giving you a warm smile.
His sweet words and loving actions almost made you cry, the lump in your throat starting to feel too hard to hold. But you just smiled at him, trying to hold your tears until you got to his house. And when he finally parked in front of his gate you let out a sigh of relief, wanting nothing more than to just get rid of your make up and take the longest nap of your life.
You entered his house leaving your heels by his hall of entrance, following directly to his room upstairs. Mason furrowed his brows when he saw you almost run upstairs, normally you both would stay at his living room to watch some film but this time you just skipped without even saying anything, and he knew you enough to know that something was definitely wrong and he didn’t know how to approach you.
He entered his room, finding you sneaking into one of hoodies after changing your clothes. He smiled at the sight, his arms wrapping around you from behind. You turned around in his embrace, your head hiding in the crook of his neck and sighing in comfort. “I don’t feel very good, I think I’m gonna take a nap.” Your voice was almost a whisper and he pulled away to look at you with worry in his eyes.
“Are you feeling sick? Did something happen?” His hands came to stroke your cheeks and you closed your eyes to the feeling.
“It’s just a headache, I’m gonna take some painkillers and just rest a bit.” Mason still had his brow furrowed, his eyes not leaving yours.
“Are you sure that’s all?” You felt the knots in your stomach again when he asked you, and this time you looked away from his eyes because you knew he was worried and you couldn’t handle that at the moment.
“Yes, don’t worry.” That's all you said before pulling away from his arms and walking to the en-suite.
You heard him sigh but was glad he didn’t say anything, deciding to focus on getting rid of your make up. You washed your face and started your skincare routine, but you were soon interrupted when you heard a cell phone ring followed by your boyfriend’s voice.
“Babe it’s yours.” His voice was muffled when he yelled from his room.
“Can you answer for me?” You yelled back and went back to what you were doing after he shouted back an okay.
Mason didn’t said anything more and you went back to what you were doing, finishing your routine and following back to his room. But as soon as you entered his bedroom and saw him blinking at your phone you knew something happened. Your heart started to race and a million scenarios went through your head.
“Who was it?” You managed to ask, your hands trembling with nervousness.
He looked at you with an indecipherable expression, but when he answered your question you already felt the tears in your eyes. “It was the bank.”
All you wanted was to curse yourself and run away from his look, but all you did was stay in place with the tears running down your face. You were unable to form a sentence and didn’t have the strength to walk away, feeling ashamed by how things went down so suddenly. Mason stood from his spot immediately when he saw you crying, his hands cupping your cheeks trying to give you the comfort you needed.
“Y/n, hey…” He tried to make you look at him but you just kept looking down, his own heart breaking when you let out a painful sob. “Baby look at me, please.”
Mason sighed when you shook your head, his arms wrapping around you and bringing you closer to him. Your tears started to wet his shirt and you felt even more ashamed, the feeling of embarrassment washing over you along with guilt for not having the courage to bring your issues to your relationship. He guided both of you to the bed, where he seated and brought you to sit by his side, his hand gently stroking your hair.
“I’m sorry.” You managed to say between sobs, and Mason felt his heart clench.
“Why are you apologising? There's nothing to be sorry about.” He said softly, his hand lifting your chin so he could look at you. He wiped the tears from your face and kissed your cheek, his eyes filled with worry and pain because he hated to see you crying. “How did that happen?” His fingers gently caressed your face.
When you locked your eyes in his you felt another wave of tears, another sob leaving your lips and Mason didn’t say anything more, just wrapped you in a tight hug. His hands stroked your back and he kept kissing your face and your forehead trying to calm you down, his voice whispering sweet nothings to you and as time passed you could already breath calmly and your chest didn’t hurt as much as it did minutes before. You two kept in silence for another moment, you fighting with yourself to find the right words to finally talk about everything with him.
“Do you remember when my brother asked for my help a couple of months ago?” You mumbled, your voice cracking in the middle of the sentence but Mason just nodded and waited for you to continue. “He asked me to lend him some money so he could start his business. At first I was taken aback but he managed to convince me. I called my parents and they convinced me to help him too, they said he had changed so I lent him the money.”
You took a deep breath and pulled away from him slightly, your eyes now focused on the hem of his shirt where you fidgeted with your fingers. “He was supposed to pay me back weeks ago, but he started to ignore my phone calls and my messages.” You let out a chuckle in disbelief, shaking your head. “I was trying to be a good sister and support him after everything but that only got me in the red on my bank account.” You could feel the tears in the corner of your eyes, not having the urge to fight them.
Mason stayed in silence trying to sink in what you just had told him, his blood boiling at the thought of your brother doing something like that to you. Everybody knew he had a bad background, you had told that to Mason since the beginning of your relationship and he always supported your decisions when it came to your brother besides not trusting him at all.
“Your brother is an fucking asshole,” He started and his heart warmed when you chuckled at his words. “Baby I’m so sorry you have to go through something like that.”
“He is for sure.” You mumbled, looking up to meet his eyes.
“Why didn’t you say anything? You know I’d help you in a blink of an eye.”
This time you looked away again, already shooking your head to what he was about to say. “Mason we already-”
“Y/n look at me,” He lifted your chin again and your teary eyes met his again. “I know you like to be independent and deal with your stuff on your own, but you can’t think that you’re gonna solve your problems by yourself for the rest of your life.” He wiped the stubborn tear that ran down your cheek.
“It’s just… it’s embarrassing.” You whispered and closed your eyes, not knowing how to handle his look at you.
“But it doesn’t have to be. You can’t deal with everything on your own, it’s okay if you ask for help when you need it.” You feel his lips on your cheek in a sweet kiss, a sigh leaving your lips as you rested your forehead against his shoulder.
You didn’t say anything back, just stayed there in his arms seeking the comfort you needed. Although the feeling of embarrassment kept itching inside you, on the other hand you knew Mason was more than right. You needed help, more than anything at the moment, and he was more than happy to help you out even if you didn’t like it. It was at that same moment you realised how much he really cared about you and that made your heart swell in your chest.
“Look at me,” He said gently after some time, lifting your head so he could look into his eyes. “I love you, okay? More than everything and we’re gonna get through this together.” His words made your eyes teary again, but this time not with sadness and worry but with gratitude and relief.
“I love you too.” You whispered back at him, pulling him closer and brushing your lips against his. It was just a peck, a soft and gentle kiss that made your heart jump with so much love. “I just don’t wanna feel like a burden to you.”
“Stop with that, you’re never gonna be a burden to me. I’m your boyfriend, I’m always gonna be here for you whenever you need me. And you don’t have to be ashamed to seek help.” You were feeling a lot calmer, his words making you open your eyes to your situation and accepting that he was indeed right. You still had the feeling of worry, but knowing Mason was willing to help you with that fucked up stituation made you gather your thoughts to the right direction. “You’re gonna let me help you?” He asked, his eyes searching for an answer.
“Yes.” You nodded at him and he gave you a warm smile that you reciprocated.
He pulled you into a tight hug, your eyes closing as you let yourself give into his touch, his kisses making you feel better for a moment.
“Everything will be fine, I promise.” He whispered and you just hummed.
That wasn’t how you planned things to turn out, but fortunately it turned out better than you thought it would be. You trusted in Mason’s words and now your heart was at ease after a long time in weeks.
