#{ : pulled myself out of a deep slump to draw him lmao }

[burnt-cookii]

May i please ask the crème knights Preceptor?

i'm not doing requests, but because i like him i'll do it anyway

[boom-bakugou]

‘Earn Your Title’ - Katsuki Bakugou

A/N: i cannot help myself- i’m sorry lmao i hope you all enjoy

Pairings: Pro Hero!Bakugou x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, spanking, light bondage, cumplay, dirty talk, dom/sub tactics (kinda)

Summary: It’s difficult being the sidekick to the infamous pro hero Ground Zero, it’s even harder trying not to speak back to him.

Word Count: 2.7k

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“He could’ve gotten away idiot!” Bakugou snapped, veins pulsing from his neck as he slammed his fists on his desk making it wobble.

“It’s this stupid capture support item you made me get!” You retaliated, holding the long, ropey net-like substance up to shake it in his face as if he hadn’t seen it fail in over 5 missions now.

“Well then learn to fucking use it!” His words seethed with anger, the two of you only barely managed to catch the villain because of their own mistakes. When you finally got appointed to be a sidekick you were excited but after dealing with Ground Zero for the past month has been detrimental to your patience, it was like the man never calmed down.

“It’s completely incompatible with my quirk! It’s like if your gauntlets were actually water pistols!” You weren’t backing down this time, you knew you were right, you knew he just wanted to fight to blow off steam after the difficult heist.

“Then learn dipshit.” Bakugou’s volume lowered, but his tone seethed with pique. “Heroes have to make exceptions. You just don’t know how to use it. Earn your title of a hero by being better, now get out of my office.”

Your brows furrowed so far that you felt like you were going to tear your skin in half. Begrudgingly you picked up the support item and headed for the door but Bakugou’s voice stopped you as you tugged the door open in a huff.

“You’re staying late tonight. We’re training.” His voice left no thought for a disagreeing answer, so you didn’t answer at all. Merely slamming the door and heading over to your locker to change out of your hero suit which you were convinced was giving off steam just from how full of wrath you were.

Stupid boss. Stupid capture thingy-majig. Your brain screamed in your head, throwing your clothes haphazardly into the metal locker. Just because you were a sidekick didn’t mean he had to treat you like shit, though you had heard from other heroes that he was usually a short-tempered hot head all of the time. Why’d you have to get stuck with him?

Now clad in a tank top and some leggings to train in, you reluctantly pulled your tangle capture item out from your pile of clothes. You really could not be bothered with having to use this thing again. It was almost like it never listened to you.

You ran the fabric through your fingers, although it looked and felt like a bunch of fine hairs, it was actually a net that when thrown correctly could wrap around things easily to tie villains down. But with your quirk ‘wind flurry’ allowing you to direct wind currents with your eyes and fingers it was difficult to focus where you could direct gusts and where you threw the net. Practically impossible.

Sighing, you wrapped it around your knuckles and slamming your locker door shut with force you didn’t even realise you had been storing up. Walking nonchalantly to the training gym inside Ground Zero’s agency.

“You’re late.” You heard a grumble next to the door as you entered the room startling you a little. Bakugou leaned against the wall, a black tank clung to his chest leaving nothing to your imagination, but your thoughts about being pissed off at him quickly wavered that away.

“Actually, you didn’t set a time.” You composed yourself from the small startle, walking away from him whilst swinging the support item around in a circle. Just as you began to spin the net faster with your quirk, Bakugou’s hand abruptly stopped it moving.

“Watch your fuckin’ tone.” He groused, taking the item from you to inspect more closely. Within a split second he had whipped it along to hit the furthest back wall with a small explosion erupting from his palm to help it go further. It tied easily around some gym equipment before another explosion from rupturing down the fabric helped it untie and zip back into his hand.

“Your problem is multitasking, you’ve got to learn how to let it move with your quirk it was designed that way.” Bakugou mutters, thrusting the item back into your chest that you barely have a chance to catch as it’s tail end whips you in the side of your cheek.

“And how do I do that?” You scoff.

“You practise.” Bakugou once again leans against the wall, arms folded and watching you with a careful eye. “Show me how you use it.”

You roll your eyes when you turn away from him, taking the pose that he did before he immediately stopped you.

“That’s how I did it to work with my quirk, show me how you do it.” His voice was pressing, obviously tired of you trying to get this over and done with when it needs work.

Taking a deep breath, you make your usual stance and activate your quirk and whip the item… and the fine hairs of it flail around in the wind. You slump your body in defeat and turn around to Bakugou.

“See? I told you.”

Bakugou shakes his head and steps behind you, with his chest flush to your back you can feel his breath upon your skin and it almost gives you chills. His course fingers direct your arms in a way that you would usually use your quirk but never with the item.

“Now look-“ He places his head on your shoulder, his hair tickling your neck and you can’t help a small gasp escape your lips as you watch him tentatively. “You have a clear view of where it’s going. Try and get it on that pole there.”

He moves his head away and you can’t help but miss the contact of his hair on your skin, but he doesn’t move from behind you. He uses his large palms to help your shoulders relax and they fall down your back as he helps you stand.

“Act like it’s an extension of your quirk, now try.”

You focus your eye on the pole and use the capture item, flowing freely with your quirk before latching onto the pole. It was less abrupt than how Bakugou used it, probably because his quirk was so much more abrupt from yours, but you hear an amused grunt from him before you flick it back and into your hand.

“Not bad, needs work but you’re getting there.” His voice was still it’s usually gruff self but at least he was smiling for once. You turn to face him and he glances down at you, a smirk clad on his face.

“Didn’t think you were the one for dishing out compliments Bakugou.” You mock, the fine hairs of the support item drifting through your fingers as you spun it around.

“And I thought I told you to watch your fucking mouth.” He barked. Bakugou lifted a finger to your chin, almost closing your mouth to stop a retort. Without even knowing it he’d already snagged the piece from your hands and lowered his arm so he could hold it at his hip.

“You know I don’t know how the hell you think you’re gonna be a hero if you can’t respect the actual ones.” His smirk was menacing, and you could only try to whimper out a response before you felt the crack of the net slap against your ass, eliciting a yelp from you.

“S’what I thought.” The way he shuffled closer to you, making you step back until your back hit against a cable cross, the cold contact of the metal a shock to your now hot skin.

“I told you baby- you’re gonna have to earn that title.” Bakugou’s lips curved into a sneer, terrifying you but you also couldn’t help but feel the warmth against your legs that you tightened your thighs to not think about.

“Bakugou-“ You begin to speak but his fingers slip between your lips, holding your mouth open as he smacks your rear again with the net.

“I think it’s Ground Zero to you, Y/N.” The way he said your name was like it was a slur, not worthy enough to be titled to your hero name.

Drawing his fingers out of your mouth he ensnared both of your wrists, allowing the support net to tie them together before letting it tangle around the upper bar of the cable cross. Your feet were barely touching the ground, Bakugou sauntered over to you like a predator watching his prey, you could tell that he was trying not to at least lick his lips.

Bakugou’s chuckles at your desperation which rumble throughout his chest. He strides closer to you, easily lifting your body to stop the strain on your arms as your legs wrap neatly around his waist. He leans in for a kiss which you gladly follow through with before he teasingly moves back, a smug grin dawning on his face before he dives in to kiss you.

His grip around you wasn’t forceful, or angry; it was filled with lust that translated from his lips to yours. Bakugou grazed his tongue over your bottom lip, begging for entrance and when you didn’t give way, he bucked his hips into your clothed core- drawing a sweet moan from you and a chance for him to allow his tongue to explore your mouth.

“Ba- Ground Zero please.” You stutter in between the hot kisses, your hands gripping desperately to your binds as you wished to tug his hair in fistfuls.

“What was that little girl? You’re gonna have to use your words if you want to become a hero.” Bakugou trailed his mouth down your neck as he spoke, his hot breath tugging your neck closer to his lips for any sort of touch.

“I need you- please touch me I need it so bad.” Your whines made his fingers grip the sides of your waist, knowing that he wanted you badly too.

“I’ve gone so fucking long watching you parade about in that so called skimpy hero suit.” Bakugou lifts your shirt off and tears it at the arm holes. Thank god it was provided by the company. “Hearing you dare to talk back to me. God- I wanted to punish you so fucking bad every time you opened that filthy mouth of yours.”

He follows suit and takes his own shirt off, his abs glistening with sweat pressing against your stomach so sweetly it gives you butterflies.

“I’m going to ruin you- make you sorry for any time you talked back to me, you got that?” His mouth was right next to your ear, making your jaw tremble at the sound of his gruff voice.

“Yes-“ You whimper out before hearing a small crackle and the loud smack as his hand makes contact with your ass.

“Yes what?” He presses, the warmth of his hand raring to smack you once again.

“Yes Ground Zero!” You screams out, the noise reverberating against each wall of the empty gym.

“Better.” He steps back only to pull your leggings and panties down to your ankles, allowing himself to slip between your legs so that you’re completely tied around him. Not that you’d change that as holding him close felt right and took the sweet pain away from your arms.

“So fuckin’ perfect, just like I knew it’d be.” He presses the pads of his fingers down your heat, he watched as your face merely contorted in pleasure at the feeling of him touching you there.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll beg for training after work every day.” Bakugou’s face was plastered with an illustrious smirk, watching as his two fingers dipped in and out of you completely glistening with your wetness.

“Ngh- I need you Ground Zero shit-.” You could barely make a cohesive sentence as his thick fingers slowly moved themselves against the spongey part of your cunt. It wasn’t enough, you were begging to feel full.

“Good girl.” Bakugou praised before lowering his sweats and boxers. His cock already leaking with precum just looking at the sight of you, all pretty and helpless for him to ravish. You’d give anything to just be able to touch him and lick all of it off of his cock.

Bakugou rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, collecting your slick to ready himself. He began with small strokes inside of you before angling himself to fully bottom out. You couldn’t help the silent scream that erupted from your lips as he growled in pleasure at the indecorous noises.

His eyes leaped over your body, taking in every inch of you whining and begging for more and more, his lips jumped to your chest, sucking and biting all of your supple flesh to leave deep purple marks of his desires. You bit your lip but couldn’t stop the moans at the stimulation all over your body. Your arms feel limp as the sensations rang all over the rest of your body.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking beautiful looking so ruined baby.” Bakugou’s hands attempted to ball into fists while still fixated on your hips. You wince in pain but it’s numbed by the vast amount of delectation you were feeling in your stomach.

“I’m-“ You barely begin but he already knows, he can feel it, he can feel every millimetre of you and it’s driving him crazy.

“I know baby- come on my cock like the good girl you are huh?” His cocky tone sent shivers down your spine to the tips of your toes as your climax hit. Your body quaking in his arms. You could feel Bakugou getting closer too, him riding out your euphoria as he reached to gain his. His hips spluttering and the rhythmic beats he once had were long gone as he spurts hot cum inside of you.

It takes a moment before you’re both back to your senses, Bakugou (though out of breath) fixes his sweatpants and stands back between your legs. A chuckle escaping his lips as his fingers push his cum back inside your pussy.

“Suck.” He demands as he raises what was left to your mouth and you happily oblige, your tongue dancing around his digits.

Bakugou then fixes your leggings and lets you down from the support item into his arms, letting you use his tank top as he had ripped yours.

“I still expect you to come into work tomorrow.” Bakugou huffs out what seems to be an almost laugh but you can’t quite tell from your tone, your body too weak to even give a sarcastic, witty retort.

“If training is anything like that then I’ll keep practising.” You whisper, your throat dry as anything after screaming in pleasure for so long.

If that’s how you were going to earn your full hero title, then you weren’t going to give that up.

[12yeahiminluvwu]

Yours To Hold

pairing -  Rudy x Chase’s Little Sister!Reader

Summary- Requested by anon! “Can you do one where the reader is Chase’s little sister and has a crush in Rudy or Drew.”

word count- 1,163, I got a little carried away hehe.

warning(s)- swearing, fluff :), kissing, truth or dare, mentions of alcohol

I re-wrote this like 5 times lmao but I hope you like this anon!!!  Pt.2 here 😁

💀💀💀someone count the amount of times i said “your lips” LMAOOOO I NEED TO EDIT THIS!!

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The group was all laughing and joking around as you sat there quietly, listening to what everyone was saying. All of a sudden, Rudy walked through the door of the apartment and everyone smiled, greeting him. You did as well as he came closer to you, taking a seat beside you on the couch you were sitting on. 

“What’d I miss?” He asked you, pulling your legs over his lap like he always did when you sat together. You did your best to pay no mind to it, knowing he was just being friendly, but you couldn’t help feeling heat rush to your face at the simple act.

“They’re just dicking around.” You waved off, looking away from the blond under next to you. He shrugged, grabbing one of your hands and absentmindedly playing with your fingers. Across the living room, you saw your brother Chase watching you two with a smirk and rolled your eyes. He caught your gaze, raising his eyebrows and giving you “the look” which made you shake your head. 

“Hey why don’t we play truth or dare?” Bailey suggested and you sighed knowing that Chase would try to pull something. 

“Eh… I don’t know if I wanna play-” 

“Oh, come on, Y/N it’ll be fun!” Rudy said and your shoulders slumped knowing that you couldn’t say no to him. 

“Fine!” you gave in and he cheered, pulling you closer to him and wrapping an arm around you and getting comfortable on the couch the two of you were sharing.

After a few rounds of embarrassing secrets and seeing Drew’s ass, someone finally asked you… Chase. 

“Y/N truth or dare?” You screwed your eyes shut knowing that either one you choose will end in death. You were silent for a moment before you decided your fate.

“Dare…”  You said slowly and your brother’s smirk grew. 

“I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room!” He said and you smirked back. 

“I can’t kiss myself, idiot!” You said, cocking an eyebrow at him as everyone cheered and clapped at your response. 

“Haha, so funny. Fine, the second hottest person in the room!” He said and you sighed. 

“I think everyone is equally attractive!” You said, doing your best to avoid doing what he wanted you to. To kiss Rudy. Chase had figured out you liked him a few months ago when he caught you staring at him at a party. Chase knew you like the back of his hand, and when he found out, he did everything in his power to try and get you two together. 

You were sure that Rudy didn’t feel the same way. He was just a touchy-feely person. So, him playing with your fingers, and pulling your legs over his lap was just a way of him showing his affection in a friendship kind of way, not a romance kind of way. 

“Y/N!” He said and you looked at him, eyes pleading. 

“Oh, and remember you don’t have any outs!” Bailey said with a smirk. She knew as well after you had drunkenly spilled your guts to her one night. She was in on this. Great. 

You looked around the room at anyone and anything but Rudy, but you could feel his eyes burning into you. Finally, you turned to face him and you could hear Bailey and Chase silently screaming in joy. 

Your heart began racing at a million miles an hour as you slowly leaned in, closer to the boy you were already so close to. You felt his hand move up your leg to your hip, brushing his thumb back and forth and almost attempting to pull you further onto his lap. His breath fanned over your face, smelling of mint and beer. 

It was like everything moved in slow motion as you completely closed the gap between the two of you, letting yourself experience the feeling of having his lips on yours. He reacted immediately, moving against your lips. It was a simple kiss, but you could feel the electricity spark between you. 

It was over faster than you would have liked, but you forced yourself to pull back quickly, as to not draw attention to anything. He smiled at you as you backed away from him, and it took all of your strength not to let your cheeks burn bright red. Everyone hooted and hollered at the kiss but you dismissed it all, wishing the night to be over already. 

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The game had ended after you all got bored and the night was winding down. You had moved from your spot next to Rudy shortly after the events that occurred between you and hid yourself away in your bedroom, hoping for everyone to leave soon. 

A knock pulled you away from the daze you had fallen into, and you internally sighed when you saw who it was. 

“Can we talk?” Rudy asked, making his way into your room, closing the door behind himself. 

“Yeah…” You said, wiping your sweaty palms on your leggings. He laid himself next to you on your bed and stared up at the ceiling. You copied his actions, wondering what exactly he was going to say.

“You kissed me…” He said after a beat of silence.

“Yeah…” You said, unable to say anything else, afraid you might say something you didn’t want him to hear. 

“And… I kinda liked it.” He admitted and your eyes widened.

“You what?” You asked, propping yourself up onto your elbows and looking over at him. He brought his hand up to your cheek, the other going to your waist, and pulled your body over his. He quickly brought his lips up to meet yours, and your previously tense muscles began to relax.

For the second time today, you felt your lips light on fire. The kiss was deep, but slow, like he was trying to convince you of something. His thumb brushed back and forth on your hip like it had earlier, but this time you felt his hand slide under the t-shirt you were wearing, finding a home on the small of your back. He pulled you even closer to him, if that was even possible, and you longed for it never to end. Sadly he pulled away, causing an involuntary whine to escape from your lips. He chuckled and placed another small peck on your lips. 

“So… what does this mean?” You asked quietly, hoping to hear a certain question fall from his lips. 

“What do you want it to mean?” He replied. Not the question you were looking for, but it’s going in the right direction. 

“Do you really have to ask?” You said, and he smiled up at you. 

“Will you-” 

“Yes!” You said quickly reattaching your lips to his as he laughed into the kiss, flipping your bodies over so you laid beneath him. 

“Finally.” He whispered against your lips, and you smiled cause he was finally yours to hold.

[free-pool-trash]

folklore - isaac lahey {2/?}

part two because i just couldn’t wait lmao! this chapter focuses a lot on the reader but there is some cute isaac moments in there too because i wanted there to be more to the story than just reader and isaac’s relationship <33 this part is kinda just setting stuff up tho so dw!

platonic derek x reader in this part :) and isaac ofc

please let me know what u think :)

word count: 4.4k 

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, i think that’s it???? let me know if i misses anything <3

my taglist is still pretty wishy washy for this so i’m gonna tag the people who enjoyed part one, thanks for all the lovely feedback <3

Taglist: @makeusfreefromthisfandom, @cece-lives-here, @chocolate-raspberries​, @belsandthings​ let me know if you’d like to be added or removed <3

PART 1

PART 3

Endless thoughts plagued your mind as you wandered through the crowded halls. It barely registered with you that Derek could be home and not bother to check in, although maybe it was for the best, you were pretty sure that he was still a wanted man- for a crime you were also sure he didn't commit. You knew Derek, despite the fact that you weren't related by blood you saw each other as family, you knew how he treated his family, it was what he treasured above all else and there was absolutely no way in hell that he had burned his whole family tree to ash.

He and his uncle Peter were the only Hale's left as far as you knew, however saying that Peter was "alive" seemed like a bit of a reach. The man who used to tell you stories and sneak you candy whenever he saw you was completely immobilized now, scarred to the point of being almost unrecognizable, he couldn't talk, he could barely move, he was even being fed through a tube.

Peter was a particularly close friend of your father's, he'd always made you refer to him as 'uncle Peter' and the man did the title justice treating you like one of his own. And while you called him Uncle Peter, he- and the rest of the Hale's- always called you something different; "The littlest of the pack" though you never understood why the family had such an obsession with being known as a pack, you were more than delighted to know that they considered you part of it.

When you were old enough you started volunteering at the hospital which held Peter and after six months of hard work, sweeping hallways and helping the overworked nurses they finally bumped you up to keeping patients company. Since you were still in school you were mostly at the hospital at night and on Sunday mornings, the same time as your favourite nurse, Melissa, who always assigned you to Peter when she was manning the same ward as you. To be honest it was rough seeing him in such a state, it was as though everyone you loved seemed to struggle- the thought alone always made you choke up, made you wish you had some kind of power to take it all away, to make everything better. But you didn't, so you simply read to him, told him about what was happening in the news, stories about what was happening at school as Peter was always one for a good scoop of gossip, you even confided in him about the sharp sting you felt in your chest whenever someone you cared about was in pain, himself included. The logical thing would've been to simply stop visiting him but if you did then he'd barely have any human interaction for the rest of his life and ignoring the fact that he couldn't show it, you knew deep down that he could hear you, felt that he appreciated your visits.

Without even realizing where your feet had been carrying you, too lost in thought to notice, you found yourself nearing Isaac's locker, the boy himself hunched by it, his face hidden by the blue metal door. It was easy to forget over the weekend and after hanging out alone how shy Isaac was, he was a completely different person around you, he was loud, granted he still wasn't as loud as you but he certainly knew how to find his voice, he stood straighter as opposed to how the tall boy stood in the school hallways. To you he stood out, in a perfectly beautiful way, you often chastised him for not giving himself enough credit, always asking if he'd ever even looked in a mirror. Even with your endless compliments that made him blush every time without fail, Isaac still chose to blend in, but you didn't blame him- you blamed his asshole of a father for making him believe he was anything less than wonderful. 

It was no secret that Isaac was taller than the average teen in Beacon Hills standing at six foot one, which meant he gave incredible hugs but it also meant he tried his very best to fold into himself in larger crowds and he regularly walked with his head down as to not draw attention to himself, even standing at his locker he bowed his head.

Shaking off your thoughts you walked up to your best friends side, tugging his sleeve softly to alert him of your presence before wrapping your arms around him, enveloping him in a side hug and allowing your head to rest against his arm while he wriggled it out of your grasp to wrap around your waist more comfortably, not paying his burning cheeks and racing heart any mind as he shifted his gaze from organizing his books to the girl clinging to him with a pout on her face, "What's up, buttercup?"

Nuzzling your head further into his side you let out a dramatic sigh, "I heard from Scott that Derek is back in Beacon." Isaac felt his eyebrow raising at the mention of both names, Scott's because you seemed to be hearing a lot of things from him in the last couple of days and at Derek's because he was pretty sure you hadn't seen him in years.

"How would McCall know if Derek's in town? Isn't he pretty much your cousin?" Isaac asked, thumb moving soothingly against your hip as you melted into him, shoulders slumping sadly and your pout only becoming more prominent. His voice sounded slightly aggravated at the mention of Scott but you thought nothing of it, thankfully. Isaac didn't want this to turn into a conversation about his petty jealousy.

"Forget cousin he was more like my big brother. That's what's got me so twisted! Why would he come home and not even bother to check in?" You murmured grumpily against the fabric of the flannel Isaac was sporting instead of his usual cardigan, which reminded you that he couldn't have worn his usual cardigan because you'd forgotten to give it back to him the night before and sported it yourself. The comfy grey material hugging your shoulders as you hugged the boy that the item of clothing actually belonged to.

"When did McCall say he saw him?" Isaac inquired, sorting his books with one hand.

"Yesterday." 

"Alright well that wasn't too long ago maybe he's planning on checking in today?" He suggested, finishing up at his locker and throwing his bag over his shoulder, dropping his hand from your hip and sliding it into yours, interlocking your fingers and giving you a comforting squeeze before he began leading you towards the school's double doors, the last class of the day having already ended.

Letting out another sigh you only nodded, swinging your interlocked hands between you as you walked towards the exit.

"I promised my dad I'd finish a plot at the cemetery so he'd let me come over tonight so I'm gonna be a little bit late." Isaac broke the silence, looking at you with an expression that was mixed with disappointment and exhaustion, "That's okay." You offered, squeezing his hand as he'd done yours earlier.

"Do you want a ride home?" You asked him, nodding your head toward your beat up, second hand car that the pair of you had already made several memories in since you got it almost a year ago for your sixteenth birthday.

The brown haired boy only shook his head, giving you a soft smile and nodding towards the bike racks, "Nah, I brought my bike today."

Nodding in understanding, you leaned up and pecked his cheek while you let go of his hand, "Alright. Since you're gonna be late I'll pick up the movie for tonight myself. You just meet me at my place whenever you're ready, Kay?" 

"Yes, ma'am." Letting out a soft laugh he watched you walk to your car, already missing your warmth beside him.

*

The first thing you noticed upon pulling into your driveway was the slick black car that was parked beside your mother's blue one, in your usual spot. The car was new and you didn't recognize it, you quirked an eyebrow, putting your car in park behind your mother's, grabbed your school bag from the passenger seat and got out with a slam of the door.

As you entered the house you were met with the sound of voices floating from the kitchen, picking up on the hushed conversation as you made your way towards the three voices, "You need to tell her." One said, a man. "It's too soon." Another sounded, you recognized the voice to belong to your father. "No, he's right, if what he says is true she's going to get caught up in it either way. Especially now the Argent's are in town." That was your mother. Your eyebrows furrowed, you could only assume that the 'she' they were talking about was you but what you didn't understand was what exactly they were debating telling you and why it had anything to do with the Argent's, were they talking about the Allison girl who had just joined your class?

You pushed open the kitchen door, eyebrows knitted tightly together, your brain taking a second to catch up with who your eyes were seeing, "Derek."

The name left your lips in barely a whisper when your eyes landed on the dark haired man leaning against your kitchen counter with a small smile playing on his lips as he greeted you, "Hey, kid." 

Without wasting anymore time you launched yourself forward, arms wrapping around Derek's middle as he let out a sigh, his own arms moving around you slowly to reciprocate your action with a tight squeeze. 

"I missed you!" You exclaimed punching the older man in the shoulder once you detached from the hug, expression turning accusing after a moment prompting Derek to purse his lips and brace himself, he knew that look, he hadn't seen it in a while but he knew it. That was your "I've got a bone to pick with you" look, Derek had to fight off the smile that threatened to grow on his lips when he realized that this particular look hadn't changed since you were five years old.

"Do you want to tell me why Scott McCall got to see you before I did?" The man under fire let out a defeated sigh, "If it makes you feel any better I would've rathered it be you that I bumped into." He responded halfheartedly, letting out a huff you turned towards your parents who were sat at the dining table.

"What were you guys talking about before I came in?" You questioned, feeling nervous as the three adults suddenly went rigid, glancing between each other before Derek nodded his head in your father's direction, silently encouraging him to tell you what they'd been discussing earlier.

Letting out a heavy exhale through his nose your father motioned for you to sit down in the chairs across from him, Derek moving to sit beside your father in front of you as you did. "This is going to be hard to believe but I need you to keep an open mind while we explain, alright?" You only managed a nod of your head, nerves ever-growing as you waited for someone to elaborate on whatever they were about to tell you.

"You've heard of werewolves haven't you?"

 "Sure." You responded confused, the question seemed out of place in what you assumed was to be a serious conversation.

"Well they're real." Your father responded. You couldn't stop the snort that left your mouth, breaking out into a fit of giggles before you noticed the three adults before you looking at you with absolutely no trace of amusement. "Wait you're serious?!" Your eyes almost bugged out of your head as Derek's eyes flashed blue and he bared his teeth in response to your exclamation.

"...So the howling Scott said he heard in the woods?" You trailed off, eyes wide as Derek nodded his head, "it was a werewolf." 

"You?" 

"No. An alpha." 

Eyes never leaving Derek, you posed another question, "Is this why you're family called themselves a pack?"

The man nodded, not being able to get a word in edgewise while you continued to fire out question after question, "You guys always said I was the littlest of the pack does that mean-" Your mother cut you off with a light chuckle, "No babe, you're not a werewolf." A sigh of relief left you when you slumped back against the kitchen chair, a small twinge of disappointment flooding through you, that would've been cool.

"You may not be a wolf genetically but you're still a member of our pack." Derek assured you, sensing your disappointment. "Are they in the pack too?" You inquired, glancing quickly at your parents before returning your gaze to Derek.

"No. Just you." You couldn't lie and say the statement didn't make you feel special but still, it confused you, "Why not?" 

It was your mother's turn to speak now, giving the werewolf a break from your constant curiosity. 

"Back before the fire your dad and I had a certain role to play in Beacon Hills," she started, reaching for your hand before she continued, "from the minute you were born you bonded with almost everyone in the Hale house, we didn't understand it completely but we assumed it was because of how close me and your dad were to them. I guess they kind of saw you as their newest cub after Cora." Derek chuckled, chiming in with a quiet, "More like runt of the little." Giving him a glare you kicked his shin under the table while he laughed and you nodded for your mother to keep going. 

"Anyway, as you already know me and your dad met in college- studying Mythology. We uncovered supernatural occurrence after supernatural occurrence and those supernatural occurrences eventually led us here, to the Hale's." She told you, looking to your father for him to continue, he cleared his throat before speaking, "We got caught up in it, built a huge repertoire of supernatural entities, including werewolves, I met Peter and we made a truce, ended up becoming best friends in the process."

Nodding your head slowly you spoke up again, "So you guys were like… their supernatural encyclopedia?"

"Pretty much." Derek answered.

"Okayyyy… but that still doesn't answer my question, why am I in the pack and not you guys?" You posed the question to your father who looked at your mother nervously.

"When you were four things got messy, really messy," Derek scoffed, rolling his eyes muttering "understatement of the century" under his breath as your father went on, "Your mother got captured by hunters, Chris Argent and his little gang of merry men." He tensed his jaw, saying the name through clenched teeth before composing himself, "So your uncle Peter made the executive decision to initiate you into the pack to make absolutely sure that nobody would get their hands on you." 

"Why?" The three of them erupted into laughs at the look on your face, Derek opting to answer the question, "I don't know how you did it but you had him completely wrapped around your finger. Peter is the most selfish person I've ever met but he would've sooner died himself than let anyone touch a hair on your head. As part of a pack members protect each other at all costs. With you officially a member it meant that we were bonded to you, you were one of us." The mention of Peter made you smile, not that you'd admit it to Derek but you felt the newly exposed pack bond strongest with Peter, the dots only connecting in your head now years later. Derek picking up on your train of thought spoke up, "That's why you can't bring yourself to stop visiting him."

Your mother's voice cut in again, "Those four crescent scars on the back of your neck are from Peter, it's how he marked you as a member without actually turning you." She explained, your hand absentmindedly rubbed the nape of your neck, fingers tracing deftly over the scars that you often forgot about.

"I know it's a lot to digest but there's one more thing." Derek sighed, a slight feeling of guilt growing within him for having to dump this on you all at once. When you didn't say anything, only looked at him he continued, "The hunters who kidnapped your mother, well they're back."

Anxiety bubbled up in your stomach as you whipped your head to your mom, "Are they gonna try take her again?" Your voice was bordering on sounding manic, Derek's voice quelling your worried before you had a panic attack.

"No. I don't think so at least. It's me and the alpha they're after, and- I trust you not to tell anyone this- your friend Scott too." Your eyes widened yet again, Scott was a werewolf? That must have been why he was seeking Derek out earlier today, "That's why he was looking for you isn't it?" You voiced your thoughts, Derek rose an eyebrow in response, "Looking for me?" You nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah, today in school, he and Stilinski started asking me a bunch of questions about why you were here- I told them I'd help them find you." You clarified, trying not to laugh at the exhausted look that came over Derek's face when the name Stilinski fell from your lips.

"Tell him to meet me in the woods later. I need him to help find the alpha." Derek instructed, watching contently as you pulled your phone out of your pocket and began texting Scott, thankful you'd gotten his number.

You: I'm with Derek

You: He wanted me to tell you to meet him in the woods later

Scott: When is later?

"When is later?" You voiced, not looking up from your phone, "After dark." Derek answered and you laughed, "Alright, Bruce Wayne."

You: He says "after dark"

Scott: :/ cryptic much

You: Best I could do wolfie 

Scott: He told you?????? 

You: Yep, I'll fill you in tomorrow there's a lot to unpack here…

Scott: Please don't tell anybody

You: Your secret is safe with me don't worry

With that you set your phone down in front of you, before something crossed your mind, "Wait you said Argent earlier right?" Derek nodded, your mother and father having moved from the table, preparing food in the kitchen.

"Allison Argent just started at my school, I'm pretty sure Scott has a crush on her actually." You informed, shrugging your shoulders lightly, picking up your phone when it buzzed and missing the way Derek rolls his eyes.

Isaac: I'll be over at 7 <3

You: Great what movie do you want me to get? 

Isaac: Ladies choice ;)

You: Hope you like Legally Blonde xoxoxo

Isaac: Seriously again?

You: You said my choice no take backs, love you <3333333

The time was 5:45pm and the sky had turned from blue to black, you assumed Derek would be heading off to stress Scott out soon enough so you stood from the table and grabbed your jacket, "I'm gonna go rent a DVD for me and Isaac, you guys need anything?" You directed towards your parents who were messing around in the kitchen like teenagers causing you to roll your eyes but smile. 

"Huh? No we're okay. When is lover boy coming?" Your father asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you, laughing at how you groaned, "Stop calling my best friend 'loverboy' one of these days you're gonna slip up and call him that to his face and he'll literally die of embarrassment on the spot!" You yelled, cheeks burning and expecting your mother to come to your defense only to have her laugh along with your father, "Yeah, don't talk about your future son in law like that." 

"God, you two are the worst. Derek tell them to stop harassing my friendships." The dark haired man rose an eyebrow from his seat, a strict look on his face, "She's too young for a boyfriend."

"Thanks, Derek. That was absolutely not helpful at all, but thank you." You muttered, grabbing your car keys and heading out the door. 

You loved your parents, adored them, they raised you incredibly- that didn't mean they didn't annoy the hell out of you sometimes, though. They had about fifty names that they liked to call Isaac instead of his actual name, the most popular being "loverboy", "heart eyes", or your mother's personal favorite "future son in law." You supposed it was good that they liked him enough to consider him a future son in law, however, it was pretty insensitive when they could clearly see that you were painfully in love with him and fighting with inner turmoil because of it.

After a five minute drive you pulled up to the video store, stepping out and noticing Lydia Martin in the car next to you, you made brief eye contact with the strawberry blonde and the pair of you exchanged friendly smiles before you entered the store. Lydia was nice but you noticed she wore a facade around school, more specifically around Jackson. You remembered quite vividly how she shot Isaac down rather brutally back in freshman year. He'd only asked her out to prove a point to you, you couldn't remember what now but you'd gotten in some form of argument and the resolution you'd come to was that he prove himself and ask someone out, that someone happened to be Lydia. He didn't really like her but the whole debacle did significantly bruise his ego.

Of course, wherever Lydia Martin is Jackson Whittemore was never far away. You almost laughed when the first thing you heard after walking into the store was the jock shouting about not being able to find "The Notebook".

"It's over there." You chimed in, alerting him of your presence and pointing straight ahead of him towards the movie he was searching for.

Nodding thankfully the blonde made his way toward the far shelf while you walked to the other side of the store.

Despite being across the room, Jackson's gasp sounded clearly making you nearly jump out of your skin. Placing a hand on your rapidly beating heart you just shook your head and let out a long breath. You were probably just hearing things, your mind concocting noises to psych you out after learning the new information about the supernatural, Jackson's gasp had absolutely nothing to do with the snarls you thought you were hearing from behind you.

You had yourself convinced you were just hearing things. That was until the snarls became mingled with hot, slobbery breaths that hit the nape of your neck, shocking you into spinning yourself around. You couldn't help the yelp of fear that left your lips when your eyes met beaming red orbs… the eyes- they weren't human.

What you were looking at you could only describe as a beast. A wolf. The ability you usually possessed to control your breathing left you as you heaved, continuing to stumble back as the creature took steps forward until your back hit a row of shelves painfully. DVDs crashing to the floor in your wake.

The creature was face to face with you now, snout coming in contact with your nose as it's demonic eyes bored into your soul. It snarled as you felt your heart rate increase, it was going so fast you were half scared it would detach from it's blood vessels. Everything about the creature scared you, from its eyes, to it's snarl, to its fangs baring in your face, but what frightened you the most was that you felt like you knew it. There was a familiarity with it and you could not for the life of you explain it but you could feel it.

The scream that left you when the beast finally lunged for you with snapping jaws shook the store as the wolf sunk its teeth into the soft tissue of where your shoulder connects to your neck. The pain you felt was as blinding as the eyes that stared at you, the beast raised it's hair covered paw in the air, fully intent of swiping the last remnants of life from your now limp form before it suddenly stopped, looking at you with so much uncertainty. Not getting a chance to analyze the new look on the things hairy face the creature resumed its position on all fours then crashed out of the store window. 

"(L/n)?!" Jackson whisper shouted, from around the corner, only seeing your legs peeking out from behind a row of shelves as he made his way over to you, his movements jittery. You tried to call out but your voice failed you, you kicked your legs out weakly to let him know where you were, not knowing he was already rushing towards you.

"Christ… ok just stay awake I'm calling the police right now." The blond, who you'd never known to care for anything other than himself, spoke frantically- shaking as he pulled out his phone.

Your hearing faded in and out as Jackson shouted at law enforcement over the phone. Tilting your head to the side, very painfully, you began to panic once you noticed the gaping bite that had been taken out of your neck, you whimpered pathetically at the sight of your entire shoulder, neck and hair drenched in blood, your blood. Your panic seemed to rub off on Jackson as he noticed your breath becoming heavier and heavier by the second, tears falling down your face as you stared at your injury in fear.

It was just then that sirens wailed from outside, this eased Jackson's nerves, the boy, you had to hand it to him, didn't leave your side until you were safely in an ambulance- your nerves however were still fried, panic growing by the second as strangers fretted around you, yelling orders at each other and pushing painfully against your wounds. Calm didn't settle over you until one of the medics injected you with a needle, you didn't have a clue what was in it and you didn't have time to theorize as your world turned black.

[touchmycoat]

5, 6 (i already know this is some insane amount), 9, 10, 16, 23, 26 (house)

BAAABE :*

5. What is the perfect environment for you to write in?

my office cubicle apparently kdsjfnksd

no but genuinely anywhere i can zone out. i make faces & mutter to myself when i write tho so, anywhere where that wouldn’t draw weird glances lmfao

6. If you’re really concentrating, how many words can you write in a day?

bahahaha i think Farmer’s Almanac holds the record rn—10k, give or take.

9. Do you prefer to write AUs, canon divergence, or canon-compliant fic?

#selfintrospection, my pattern per fandom seems to be starting with canon divergence! I’m a side characters ho, y’all know this, so I always like to recenter the narrative & get a surer foothold in my own interpretations of character first. but after that.... no preference! I love (and have written) all three to great enjoyment heheheh just depends on where i wanna see ‘em fuck

10. Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?

NFJDNFJDNFJD HOW CAN I CHOOSE

Exposition is sexy, and i get to be the most experimental & excessive & self-indulgent here w/ style choices.

Dialogue is sexy, ‘cause voices and humor and dirty talk and heartbreak and communication!!! I’m a movie ho so i’m all about that plot-driving script game ;;;;

Plot is sexy ‘cause that’s where you get to fuck around with all the canon themes, subvert & avert & redistribute them!!!!!!!! I’m a slut for that!!!!!!!!!

can’t choose won’t choose :’D

16. What is your most underrated fic?

LMFAO you know i’m gonna say Sword of the Yi Maiden ;) she’s basically like, our child ;;

23. If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it?

well once i sort out the single dad!Song Lan universe, i’d loooooove to switch gears & swerve into single dad!Xiao Xingchen B) just for kicks. But where Song Lan is like, a high school lit teacher and A-Qing is our favorite local delinquent child. XXC gets called in for a parent-teacher conference, and he’s actually kind of dreading it at first because AQ honestly never had too many complaints about the English teacher, so if this Song Laoshi was suddenly going to betray his daughter’s trust and tattle on her XXC would def take AQ’s side.

But! Turns out SL’s calling him in to be like “hey, AQ never does homework but is fine with participating in class if i kind of trick her into arguing about it, so i figured she just really doesn’t like being told what to do. That’s fine! But that also means I don’t think she’ll respond well to me sitting her down to talk about her higher education options, so I figured I’d run it past the parent first to see if you have any thoughts about how we’re going to proceed.”

it’d be SO fucking funny... AQ stops skipping class or stops zoning out the moment she catches onto her dad’s little ~thing for Song Laoshi. She starts challenging him in class instead on every little thing (”yeah but don’t you think it’s inherently racist to require us to read conrad at all, if there are so many books out there written by actual African postcolonial authors”) but he’s just happy she’s engaging so they bond

they’re both super proud and near tears at graduation, and AQ is too but to hide her own embarrassingly feelings she’s like “don’t pretend y’all aren’t just crying ‘cause you can finally date each other now that it won’t be fucking WEIRD for me”

26. Which part of House was the hardest to write?

hmmmmm I think I had the most number of false starts w ch. 3!! i never save shit rip but at one point i straight up had like.... 13 pages all blacked out? Oh i remember, the scene where AQ first tests SL. I had that set in like, the breakfast stall, in a busy street, a quiet street, etc. etc. I was putting each of their conversations in different contexts too, just seeing how they would play out based on the surroundings??? i even thought about dropping AQ’s POV completely at one point but I’m very glad i didn’t. The current version is actually the very first opening for the chapter i ever wrote so, el oh el, i try not to think all that effort went to waste. It’s more like, I had some ideas, but i had to prove none of them would work before i could proceed with this one, y’know?

BUT TELL YOU WHAT I DID SAVE THO. The first draft of the Ch. 2 opening? After I wrote this i was like “yikes this is way too conventional a set-up for a flashback let’s just do it,” and wrote the current version on ao3 lmao. I kept the chapped knuckles thing~

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((Behind the Scenes of Fic Writing Asks!))

Song Lan stood at the entrance of his room in the inn, fist clenched hard around Fuxue’s hilt as the rain came in. Night had been the herald, and now, the lantern at the top of the stairs to Song Lan’s left was flickering wildly, buffeted about by the stormy wind.

The inn’s owner, an older woman in her 50s, spoke a string of worried utterances as she hurried up the stairs to close the window. As her hands approached the latch though, Song Lan sensed bloodthirst. Fuxue went flying.

The woman screamed, but the harm was over; a mutated critter of a hungry ghost slumped against the window frame, pinned there by Fuxue’s cool blade. Instead of closing the window for her, Song Lan pressed two paper talismans on either side. He pulled out Fuxue and watched the hungry ghost dissipate.

“Daozhang, daozhang, gratitude,” the woman wept. “A few here and there is nothing, you know? But once they begin to stay, and bigger things start to come, and we have young ones in the house, oh, it terrifies me, what state this city has been falling into…”

Fuxue returned to its sheathe, and Song Lan still had his fly-whisk tucked in his arm. He gave the inn owner a polite bow.

“I will attempt an extermination tonight.”

“Daozhang is so reliable,” the woman said, tears instantly transforming into simpering gratitude. Her distress had been in part a show, meant to move Song Lan into action. Song Lan did not mind; this was his third night at the inn, after all, and the second time the inn owner’s requested a favor from him. It stood to reason that she would think he needs more affective convincing, even if she’s wrong.

“I may trouble you for tea upon my return,” he murmured. When the woman reached out to pat his elbow in a matronly gesture, Song Lan stepped back, disguising the gesture as a readjustment of his robes as he replaced the stack of talismans back in his sleeve.

“Of course,” she replied, hand waving in the air before lowering back down to her side. A spot of tension eased at the base of Song Lan’s neck. “The stove never stops burning in our kitchen, particularly when we have guests. Just give our door a knock if the evening chef isn’t around. We’ll take care of you.”

Song Lan was grateful. He’d need the hot drink when he returned from the rain—soaking in the deluge always left his skin feeling beaten and bloated. And the sensation, if untreated, never failed to transform itself into two long iron nails hammered deep into his skull and brain. The pain was best avoided if at all possible.

(Xiao XingChen knew this about him. Nothing’s ever eased the migraines faster than XingChen’s smile as he wordlessly pushed a cup of hot water or tea across the table. Nothing’s ever distracted Song Lan from the pain more effectively than wondering exactly what would happen, if XingChen’s fingers lingered and his own could touch, just lightly, those perpetually chapped knuckles.)

(Take better care of yourself, Song Lan had once chastised when blood came seeping up between cracked skin.

I forget to, XingChen had confessed, sheepish lines crinkling around his eyes.

Had Song Lan been anybody else, he would’ve said out loud what he wished he could’ve said out loud: I’ll do it then.

Had Song Lan been anybody else, he would’ve thumbed a layer of protective grease over Xiao XingChen’s dry hands himself, save them both the need for cheesy lines and impotent promises. Words often got him into trouble, he knew this; he much preferred the vows made in every shared action that was mutually fostered into consistency. But what did it say about him, that his hands flinched from touch and Xiao XingChen walked at a careful radius around him, that he couldn’t make a vow on any level that counted?)

The extermination was no reprieve from the discomfort, the dissatisfaction, the disassembly of it all. The sky was falling apart and so was his skin. Moderation was less a stranger to Song Lan than longing, but tonight, the berating of his body was not moderated at all.

A year of searching, over, just like that.

An opportunity to apologize, gone, just like that.

A promise.

A dream.

So do you like him then? You want to really build a family with him?

Gone. Just like that.

[bouttogolinkurbitch]

Forever and Always: Grayson Dolan

Mentions of death, it’s a car crash. Suggestions of smut. Also really fucking sad. I cried a lot and got a nosebleed while writing lmao strap in sorry for errors my loves <3

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not my edit, credits to Grayson’s insta, bless you bub

College wasn't for me. School definitely wasn't my thing. But here I was, in college, more fucking school, to become a professional writer. Ever since I was a kid I had wanted to publish books, something millions of people would see, and I sought out to achieve that goal in the next ten years. My entire life was a check list. Graduate high school, took forever but I did it! Get a dog named Wiggles, accomplished when I was six. Have sex for the first time, did at the young age of seventeen to a boy who smelled of deli meat and exotic mustards. We don't talk about him. Now, the next hurdle was college.

I was two years down, nose deep in my studies for a chemistry class- why do I need chemistry to write- when my door opened. Adrianna, my beloved roommate and only real friend, stood with a maroon halter dress over her arm. "You need to start getting ready! We leave in half an hour!" I dropped my pencil as I looked at her, my brows drawing together. "Ready for what? I got a chem test to study for." Her eyes rolled and she stepped into my room, before she took my textbook. "No. No studying tonight! It's Friday, Y/N. Friday!" I sat up on my bed before I shimmed off and stood in front of her. "So your validation for me going to a party is that it's Friday?" She huffed and shoved the dress into my arms. "No, tonight, you're gonna meet your soulmate."

I stood next to Adrianna, who wore a deep purple velvet dress and strappy white heels. "You're going to meet my best friend and practical brother Ethan! And then you'll meet his actual brother, twin brother, Grayson." I nodded and followed her through the crowd of sweaty bodies. I didn't want to be here. Partying in college wasn't on my list of things I wanted to do. Although, being outside of the dorm, and in a new environment made the adrenaline rush. Nerves racked my body, but for once, they were good nerves.

We approached to identical bodies, both holding drinks in their opposite hands, and both were facing two girls and guy. "Ethan!" Adrianna said cheerfully, the one on the right turned and smiled widely. My eyes widened and I looked at Adrianna. "Hey Ade." Ethan said before he hugged her. I stood silently before she laughed and put her arm around my shoulder, "Guys, this is Y/N!"

"I'm Ethan, and this is my twin Grayson." I waved at them both before Adrianna chuckled. "This is Erin, Kaylynn, and Bryant!" I smiled, "I would introduce myself but Adrianna already did." Bryant laughed before he smiled, "What do you major in?" I smiled before Adrianna led me closer to the group, "I'm trying to become an author. We're thriving." I teased and Erin giggled. "You're gonna fit in well, Y/N! Come have a drink with me and Kaylynn!" She cheered before she tugged me by my wrist, along with Kaylynn who had yet to speak, towards the bar.

The next morning, I woke with deep bruises on my neck and collarbone. I was laying in my bed with last night's attire still on. Sweat clung to my body like a second skin, and I felt sick to my stomach. I rolled over to grab at my phone. Whoever took me home was a literal angel, and put my phone on the charger. I checked the time to see it was well past nine in the morning, which meant only one thing. That huge chemistry test had already happened and I was failing that class now.

I let my head rest against my desk in my literature class. I was far too hung over from last night to even think about knowledge. With a sigh, I slumped against my palm. "This seat taken?" My eyes widened and I looked up to see Ethan? Or Grayson? I couldn't remember the difference between the two. "Ethan or Gray?" I muttered as he slid into the wooden seat. With a laugh he pulled out his notebook and pencil.

"Grayson. You can tell the difference because Ethan would never take a class over the English language. He and Adrianna spend most of their time together so he takes early morning classes anyway." He spoke as he took a sip of his coffee. "How are you not fucked from last night?" I groaned as I looked to my notebook, doodling on the paper. "Don't drink." I nodded with pursed lips, "I could imagine how clumsy you'd get." He laughed and looked at me through his lashes, "Oh yeah?" I smiled and nodded as I scribbled over the terribly drawn eyebrow. "Definitely."

Lit suddenly had a meaning. Mr. Loyd was probably the most annoying professor in existence, but English became easy with Grayson. Any time we learned a new subject, Grayson would help me study. Study dates became very regular for us. Loyd couldn't teach but he sure could give a test. I let my head fall into my palms as I groaned. Grayson sat across from me with his book on his lap. Take out containers littered the coffee table, as well as coffee cups. I rubbed at my eyes before I looked at him. "If I have to read this text one more time, I'll fucking scream!" I whined.

Grayson pouted before he put the book on the floor. "What can I do to relax you?" I sighed and pouted back, before I looked at him, "Would you rub my back?" He smiled slightly and nodded before he reached behind and got a throw pillow off the couch. After fluffing it, he laid it on his thighs and looked at me expectedly. I laid across the floor with my head on his legs before I lifted my shirt slightly. He started to scratch way to hard and I whined. "Soft Gray, like you're barley there." He wordlessly scratched softer, making my eyes slide shut. "Perfect." I muttered. Soon he was rubbing my back and shoulders in a slight massage. I felt as if I was in heaven.

I woke up the next morning in my bed, tucked securely under my blankets. Beside my phone, a note sat with my name scribbled on the front. Grayson wrote saying he tucked me in and wished me good luck on the test. I grabbed my phone to check the time. It was eleven thirty which meant I had half an hour to get to my test. I quickly got up and changed before I brushed my teeth. With my hair thrown up in a bun, sweats low on my hips, and Uggs, I got my keys and phone, leaving for the stupid fucking test.

Grayson looked so good when I came him. He was wearing jeans and a fluffy looking sweater. I slid in my seat behind him, wearing an over sized hoodie he left at my house. "Morning, Y/N. Brought you a coffee and bagel with cream cheese." He said as he put a bag and cup on my desk. I looked up at him with my tired eyes and a lazy smile. "I love you. Wow." I said before I dug the delicious bagel from the bag and took a bite. "Holy fuck!" I exclaimed. Several people turned and looked at me, glaring. I snorted and took another bite before I fell back into my seat. "You're a godsend, Grayson Dolan." I muttered through a mouthful of bagel. He just smiled and laughed before Mr. Loyd came in.

We were all sitting around Adrianna's room. Ethan and Grayson were bickering over hockey, before I got a notification on my phone. "Gray! Our tests were graded!" I said excitedly before I went to check. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him do the same. "Did you get above an eighty percent?" He asked as he looked to me. I nodded with a huge smile. "On three! One, two, three! I got a ninety!" I squealed. He cheered, "I got a ninety five! I'm proud of us!" He said before he pulled me in to a hug. Our other friends clapped for us before Bryant held up his camera, "Pose, my A students!" Grayson pulled me against his side and held up a thumbs up. I smiled widely and the flash went off, signaling the picture was taken.

"Y/N!" Erin squealed as we were chased by Adrianna and Kaylynn. "I'm gonna get you, Y/N!" Adrianna yelled as she hurled the water balloon at my back. I laughed before I ducked behind Ethan. The water balloon landed on his chest and he groaned. Grayson laughed at his side and I quickly moved behind him as Kaylynn ran closer. "Hide me!" I yelped as I clung to him. He turned slightly, "Jump!" I did as told and he grabbed my legs before he ran with me across the yard. All the balloons that were thrown missed us by centimeters.

I laughed by his ear as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His hands cupped my thighs in the best way and I felt my cheeks heat up. "You can put her down now, Gray!" Bryant joked as he snapped a picture of us. I giggled before I slid off his back and Erin ran to me. I caught her in my arms before I giggled, "You're awful energetic this morning." I spoke as I carried her towards the pool. We had all flown to Jersey to Ethan and Grayson's parents house. She slid into a pool chair beside Kaylynn, who had finally warmed up to me. Adrianna was laid out on a towel, her arms crossed under her chin, as she soaked up the sun. I settled beside Erin on the chair as I laid back, attempting to get a tan.

"I'm so happy you all have befriended my boys." Lisa said as she laid down a plate of sandwiches she and Sean had made for dinner. I smiled before I said a quick, "Thank you." She nodded to me and winked before they both sat down. "So, you all met at a party last year? It's taken a year to meet your friends, boys?" Sean asked and Grayson groaned. "We didn't drink, dad. They did. And yeah, it's hard flying six people across the country." I felt my cheeks heat up and Sean chuckled. "You a lightweight, Y/N?" My brows shot up and right as I was about to say no, Grayson cut in and said, "Yes, yes she is." Everyone laughed and I rolled my eyes before I took a sip of my water.

"A little birdie told me his twin has a crush on you." Kaylynn sang as she, Erin, Adrianna, and myself sat around the guest bedroom I was staying in. "Doubt it, Kay." I spoke as I got on to the bed beside Erin. She laid her head against my arm as we faced Kaylynn. Adrianna laid at our feet with her head on my butt as a pillow. In the beats of silence, my phone buzzed with a text.

you up

"It's from Gray." Erin said as she handed me my phone. I read the text and typed back a quick,

yeah why?

All the girls were watching. "Told you." Kaylynn spoke before my phone buzzed again,

can you come to my room?

I looked at Erin and she smiled, "Go get your boy."

I knocked on Grayson's door softly before I heard him shuffle behind the door. I smiled at him and he smiled back before he led me in. With a bounce, I sat on his bed, before I crawled up to the pillows and I snuggled in. "You caught me at a bad time, Gray. I'm awful tired." Grayson smiled as he got in bed next to me. His face was so very close to mine, and we were both staring at each other, so me taking in every detail became less awkward.

I felt his hand on my pajama clad hip as he shifted closer. "Tell me if I'm reading it wrong, Y/N. Words are your thing." I laughed softly, "Body language isn't close to being verbal or written Gray. I've had to decipher just as much as you have." He smiled and suddenly, we were closer. "I could get used to laying next to you in my bed." I raised a brow, and this time I moved closer. Our noses bumped, breaths mingled, and then I felt the gentle brush of his plump, pink lips against my own. His hand had moved up my back, drawing me closer.

I ended up seated on his hips with my hands in his hair, and our lips rushed together. His own hands found solace against my hips, with the occasional brush against my ass. I jumped the first time, but the feeling slowly became familiar as we went on.

I sighed against the skin of his neck as we took a quick breather. "Y/N, please stay." He spoke so softly. I nodded before I let my body slump against his. "As long as you rub my back, just how I like." I joked. He started to rub soft circles against my skin and I smiled before I kissed his neck. "Goodnight, Gray." He turned and kissed my temple, "Sweet dreams, honey."

"Grayson!" I whined as he chuckled. He stood above me as I laid on our shared bed. Grayson had a banquet dinner tonight that I wasn't in the mood to go to. "I need my best girl at my side. My good luck charm." He said happily as he pulled me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him softly in a series of kisses. "You're such an ass." I groaned and he chuckled. "Come on, baby! It's one dinner. And then when we get home, I'll run us a bath." My brows raised and I stood on my tip toes. His eyes became droopy as he focused solely on my movements. With a quick tip of my jaw, I gave him the lightest kiss on the lips.

In the closet of our room, I plucked out the most revealing yet elegant dress I owned. It was sleek and black, cut outs on the side to expose the right about of skin in the right places, and a low cut back. The black pumps I had matched perfectly and I smiled to myself. Grayson watched as I did my hair in the bathroom mirror before I started in on some makeup. "You're a natural beauty, Y/N. Don't cover that up."

After a night of being paraded around with Grayson, we finally arrived back home. I took off my shoes and held my dress up as I walked to our room. Grayson was hot on my heels with his tie undone. "Tough night, my love." He said with a sigh as he slid the jacket of his suit off and hung it in the closet. I turned to see him with his button down undone slightly, his lion head Gucci belt woven through the loops on his slacks, just below his caramel hips.

I bit my lip before I turned, "Unzip me?" He made quick steps before I felt his lips on my skin and his hands on my zipper, "Thank you for sacrificing your night for my banquet." He spoke gently against my skin. I turned as the dress pooled, leaving me in the black lingerie he had gotten me for my birthday.

His hands landed on my hips, the cold rings searing my skin. "I'm really banking on you drawing me a bath. Also, I kind of love you with my whole heart, and I'd spend any night with you no matter what." He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my lips, as he tugged me flush against his front. The belt seemed to burn my skin with its icy finish, as he pulled my leg to his hip, dipping me. As I bent back, his lips trailed down my entire front as the hand on my back popped open the clasp of my bra.

I laid with my body curled against Grayson's. His chest heaved as he sucked in the oxygen he didn't get as we fucked. My head laid over his heart as he trailed his hand down my side, squeezing my hip. "You still awake?" He muttered, his voice deep and raspy. I nodded and pressed a sloppy kiss to his skin. "What's on your mind, Gray?" He puffed out a breath and rolled to where I was in his arms, chest to chest. Our eyes met in the dim light that flooded in from the bathroom. "I want to be with you forever, Y/N. You're my forever." I smiled and rolled him back on to his back. Quickly, I took my rightful place in his lap, and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Forever and always." I muttered, and he gave me a short chuckle before he lifted me and quickly slid back inside of me. "You're going for a ride, flower." I bit my lip before we kissed again.

When I woke, Grayson wasn't in bed. The sheets were cold and empty. Kinda how I felt before I met Grayson. He really livened up a room, or in my case, my heart. I rolled out of the sheets, before I grabbed a shirt off the floor. "Gray?" I called as I walked down the hall. He was watching tv when I got in the living room, a mug of coffee pressed to his lips. I slipped into the kitchen and made my own cup before I joined him. "I can't believe we graduate soon." I muttered as I kissed his jaw. He smiled and turned before he kissed me firmly, "Gotta kiss me like you mean it, lovebug. We made it through college." I laid my head against his shoulder before he rubbed my back how I liked.

"Do you ever wanna have kids?" He asked suddenly. I stiffened before I sat up. "I could handle a few more Grayson's in the world. Girls or boys?" I asked as I propped my chin on his shoulder. "One of each. I want a son and a daughter." I nodded before I let my cheek rest against his skin. "Names?" I muttered and he chuckled, "Avery Lyn and Tyson James." I smiled and looked at him, "You really want kids with me?" I asked softly, my voice wavering. His hands pulled me onto his lap before he kissed me. "I wouldn't want them with anyone else. Wouldn't feel right."

Grayson and I swayed beside each other as we cooked. Tonight the gang would be back together. I chopped veggies as Grayson made the lasagna. "Did you get that good wine from the winery?" I asked as I tore lettuce for the salad. "Yeah. I got a couple bottles, we know how Kaylynn and Erin get." I giggled before he turned and kissed my shoulder. "I also picked up some dessert from the bakery on Welburn street." I turned and threw my arms around him, "Are you trying to spoil me?" He bumped his nose with mine, "Always." I let my lips drop to his in a quick kiss.

"It's been too long!" Adrianna whined as she saw me. I held her in my arms as Bryant and Ethan walked past with her purse and coat. Ethan hugged Grayson before he sat her things down. Bryant and Gray exchanged their handshake before he waved to me. I waved back before I turned back to Adrianna. I pulled her back into a hug as I rubbed her shoulder, "We have tonight to catch up on everything! We need a girls day." She nodded and looked at Ethan, completely ignoring my words. "I really love him, Y/N." I smirked and rolled my eyes, "Really? I had no idea!" She lightly punched my arm before we giggled. Seconds later, the doorbell rang and Kaylynn and Erin stood waiting for hugs.

We all sat around the table full of wine and full of food. Grayson stood before he coughed. We all stopped to look at him. My brow raised and he sent me a wink. "I figured I'd do this in front of the people I love the most. You all mean so much to me and Y/N, so I think it's fair you see this." He pulled me from my seat and I gasped. He rubbed his hands down his pants as he got on one knee and he looked up at me. Our hands joined and then he took one look at our friends who had gone eerily silent. As his eyes met mine, he dug in his pocket and produced a small black box. And in that box, he revealed the most Grayson Dolan wedding ring possible. Medium sized diamond, glistening band, and an engraved message on the top of the box. I say the most Grayson Dolan wedding ring because it was perfect in every sense of the word.

"Y/N, I've loved you ever since I laid eyes on you at that party. You always catch my eye in every room and every photo. You're my beacon of light in my darkest times. You are my other half. I love you so very much and want to spend my forever with you. Forever and always with our little kids, and our house, your writing career, and mine in film. I want all of our dreams to come true as we do them together, but that journey starts with you saying yes to being my wife. So, Y/N, my love, will you please marry me?" I felt all the air get knocked from my lungs as warm tears dripped down my cheeks. "Oh my god, Gray! Yes!" I sobbed as he stood and slid the ring on my finger. I was still shaking as he pressed a light kiss to my lips.

"White roses or white peonies? Remember we'll have the gold sprayed on them." I said as I sat next to Grayson in bed. He looked over from his phone and pointed to the peonies. "I know they're your favorite." I smiled and kissed his cheek before I jotted that in my notes. "What do we want to serve for dinner?" I asked as I showed him menu options. "Let's go steak and chicken, those good dinner rolls from the bakery, mashed potatoes, collard greens, the pie and cake for dessert, and as many soda options as possible." He said as he propped his chin on my shoulder, watching as I typed that in my notes.

"Okay, do you want Brody to be the ring bearer?" I asked and he nodded. Brody was Cameron's son. "Yeah, B can be the ring man. Ethan is my best man." I rolled my eyes, "That was obvious, Gray. Thank you for helping me." I said before I kissed his hair. I put my phone on the charger and got situated for bed before I looked at Grayson. He smiled and turned my body towards him before he gave me a sloppy kiss. "You wanna try to make Brody a cousin?" I laughed and shoved his shoulder before I tucked my body as close to his as I could. "Goodnight, my love." He said softly as he kissed my hair. I tangled my hand with his and I smiled, "Goodnight, hubs." He laughed and almost rolled completely on top of me, as he pulled me closer.

"You literally have three weeks before your wedding, Y/N!" Kaylynn said happily. I had treated the girls to breakfast, so we could catch up before the big day. "It's unreal. I really wanna thank you, Adrianna, for making me go to that dumb party." I said and she laughed as she sat her cup of coffee down. "I told you! I said you'd be meeting your soulmate and low and behold!" We all laughed at her comment, before I pulled her into a hug. Our waitress came over with our food and we all got excited. "Your avocado toast looks amazing!" Erin whined as I took a bite out of it. "I had never had it until I met Gray. He eats this all the time, and I've gotten so accustomed to stealing his food, I started to like it too." Kaylynn smiled as she cut into her pancakes.

"Walk us through the ins and outs of being almost Mrs. Dolan." I laughed as I sat my coffee down. "Well, every morning, Gray wakes up before me to go to the gym in our house. And when he's done he makes himself breakfast." They all nodded as I wiped my mouth. "He'll come wake me up before he eats and then I'll end up taking some off his plate. He started making himself extra because he knows me."

Erin giggled before she took a bite of her eggs and pointed at me with her fork, "What's he like in bed?" My cheeks heated up as the other girls laughed. "If he's anything like Ethan, he completely rocks her world." Arianna muttered before she took a sip of her coffee. I cackled as I sat my toast down, "He definitely takes care of me. On multiple occasions, I have not been able to walk the next day." I teased and Kaylynn snorted. "I've seen her hobble so I believe it."

"Okay so thank you for breakfast, angel, but now it's our turn to treat you! We're taking you to get your honeymoon lingerie and some swimsuits for the trip to Greece." Adrianna spoke as we all stood from the table. I scoffed, "You guys don't have to buy me anything!" Erin patted my back and pulled me in a hug, "Don't have to but we want to! We love you, Y/N!" I felt my cheeks heat up and I looked at my three best friends. "I love you all too."

"Grayson likes red." I said as I watched the girls slide through the teddies and panties that were on display. "Red? What else?" Kaylynn asked as she held up a black thong and bra. "Red, cream, gray funnily enough." I joked and Erin giggled. Adrianna came around the corner with a deep red fluffy, sheer house coat and matching teddy. "This will kill him." I laughed and nodded, "That's the one! Now I need heels to match." I said as I took it from her. She winked and pulled a box from under her arm, before she opened it. Red suede heels adorned with fluff along the band that goes over the toes were presented to me and I wanted to faint. "These are gorgeous!"

After we hit a few more stores, Adrianna asked if we were ready to go home. "Listen, baby, you gotta wear that your wedding night and I want full details after." Erin said as we all squeezed into the Uber Kaylynn had ordered. "Why full details?" I asked as I adjusted the shopping bags I had on my arms. "I wanna know when and how I'm going to be a godmother!" I felt my cheeks heat up before I looked away. "What? Why did you look away?" Adrianna asked as Kaylynn gripped my arm and smiled. "I think someone's already pregnant!" Kaylynn said with a smile. I felt my own lips turn as I nodded. "I haven't told Gray yet. I found out two weeks ago." I said softly. Erin pulled me in for a hug before they all did. Adrianna gripped my hand, "We'll be here every step of the way."

I laid across the couch with my hand over my bump, watching reruns of Friends. Grayson had meetings all day for his ever growing production company, so I was left to my own accord. Wedding planning, snacking, throwing up whatever I ate, and drinking water was what my day consisted of. I looked down at my tummy and sighed, "Already too much like your father, so stubborn." As I gently caressed my stomach, minutes from falling asleep, my phone started ringing. Adrianna was calling. I swiped and answered, "Hey Ade! What's up?"

Her silence made my heart plummet. "What's wrong, Adrianna?" I sat up quickly on the couch, my fingers tightening around my phone. "Gray, he got in an accident. Hit head on. Y/N, Grayson's in the hospital. Ethan's with him." My skin felt sticky with sweat as I moved to our room. Throwing on some shoes, I grabbed his hoodie, and made my way outside to my car. Adrianna was still talking on the other end of the phone but I didn't hear her. White noise. "What hospital and what room?" I asked, she spouted off the information as I started my drive.

I passed the wreck on my way there, seeing Grayson's Porsche crashed against an old pick up. I sobbed before my stomach started churning again, I felt sick. The flashing lights from the police cars that still littered the scene blurred together behind the sheen of tears that threatened to fall. With a hiccup, they cascaded down my skin, dripping on my hoodie. Grayson's hoodie.

"Grayson Dolan, please, I'm his fiancé." I rushed to the secretary. A woman grabbed my arm, "I'll take you. I'm his nurse." I nodded and followed her, my mouth still hanging open in shock. When I got to his room, Adrianna hugged me tightly. I started to cry against her shoulder before I moved back and looked at him. Ethan sat emotionless in the seat, his lip between his teeth, and his hand holding his brother's. "Should've been me." He muttered before his eyes met mine, glossed over in tears. I shook my head before I sat down on the cotton bed, my head falling on to Grayson's stomach as my entire body shook with sobs.

"Come on, Gray." My voice sounded scratchy, broken, as I tried to persuade his subconscious to let him wake up. Open those pretty, deep, dark eyes. Let his lashes flutter with life. Get some color back in his cheeks. I was begging to a corpse. "Grayson, I don't know if you can hear me, but I love you. And I had something I wanted to tell you, just didn't know how to say it." My breathing hitched as I spoke. With my free hand I wiped my eyes and nose, not caring that I looked just as broken as he did. At least my eyes were open and I was speaking. I pressed a chaste kiss to his hand as I laid my head down beside his thigh, "Gray, baby, I'm pregnant."

I sat back in the chair as Erin, Kaylynn, Bryant, Adrianna, and Ethan came in. "Have you eaten?" Erin asked as she crouched in front of me. I shook my head as she pushed my hair off my face before she tied it in a bun. My eyes met hers as my chin started to wobble, "Not hungry." She shook her head, "Not acceptable. Your little one needs food even if you don't feel like eating." Her thumbs came under my cheeks and swiped the tears away. I clenched my eyes and leaned forward into her arms as my body shook. "Mom, dad, and Cam are flying out tonight." Ethan said softly as he came over to me. He took Erin's place, and gripped my hands.

"Y/N, you're not my sister in law yet, but you're still my family. Grayson would want you to eat. Hell he would spoon feed you until you choked down a bowl of soup. You need to eat." This time, he was the one to run his thumbs across my cheeks. "You need to keep your strength up for him and for my nephew or niece. Ade will take you. And I'll call her if he progresses. I love you." I threw my arms around him and nodded before I kissed his cheek, "Love you too, E."

Adrianna handed me a spoon and kissed my hair. "How do you feel right now? Do you think he'll be okay?" She asked as she rubbed my back. I shifted away and shook my head, "Too hard." Her frown deepened and she started to scratch lighter as she watched me take a sip of the broth from my soup. "He's strong, he'll make it." My voice was raspy when I spoke but I ignored it, and took another sip. She sighed and we sat in silence until I pushed the barely eaten soup away. "Full."

Back in the chair beside his bed, my hand gripped his firmly. His chest still rose and fell in the same rhythmic pattern it had for the past week. Lisa and Sean were staying at Ethan's, and Cam stayed with me so I wouldn't go insane. Leaving the hospital, scratch that, leaving Grayson here was the hardest part of my week. The novel I had started previous to the accident was put on a hard pause as I spent most of my days in this chair. In this room. Locked in a cage it seemed. I couldn't escape until Grayson did.

"Do you remember when we went to that Halloween party? You were my devil, and I was your angel. Totally opposite of how we really are. You're my light Gray. You're my sun. I need the sunlight back." My eyes started to water before I moved next to him on the bed. With shaky hands, I pressed my palm to the mattress as I leaned down to kiss his forehead. My lips quivered and I rested my head on his shoulder, away from the tubes and wires. "My plants are starting to die, Gray. I'm wilting. I've told you time and time again people are like plants. I need my sun." I started to sob against his gown. My hands scrunched up the sheets as I shook with vigor.

Seconds passed and I sat up. Breaths came in uneasily as I looked out the window. The world was still going on around me, even though I had put mine on pause. I let the icy tears glide down my skin as I watched family's rejoice with their loved ones, they got to go home. My home was laying in a hospital bed, barely grasping on to his precious life.

"The wedding is next week. What are you gonna do if he doesn't wake up?" Kaylynn asked. Erin frowned and pushed her arm as they watched. Adrianna and Cam were on the couch with Lisa, who let out a sob. My eyes darted to Lisa before I let my head fall into my hands. Today I stayed home so Sean, Ethan, and Bryant could get some time with Grayson.

I felt defeated that I was here and he was there. "I slept in his clothes last night. They still smell like him. I don't know what I'm gonna do when the cologne wears off, and his scent leaves." I started to sob as I bit on my upper lip, tugging until I tasted copper. "He's gonna be okay." Erin said as she gripped my hand. My eyes met hers and I nodded, "But if he's not, a part of me is gonna die too."

We all stood around Grayson's bed in silence. Just three days after Kaylynn had asked, we got our answer. Grayson Bailey Dolan wasn't making it to our wedding day. Lisa was crying against Sean. Ethan and Cam were holding each other beside his bed. And I stood, the ringing of the flatline echoing in my ears. I reached for the bed, barely missed, and crumbled to the floor as I started to sob.

Only noise didn't come out. Nothing did. I was screaming with no noise. Erin wrapped me in her arms as I started to thrash with sobs. Kaylynn was on my other side, holding me. I stopped moving and I watched as the doctor came in, frowning. Nurses followed him in and I watched. Wishing they could take me away too.

Ethan and Sean held Lisa and I up, Cam stood between us with her eyes screwed shut. Lisa was crying with Sean. Ethan and Adrianna had tears in their eyes. Erin had her hand on my back and Kaylynn was supporting Cam. We made our way to the front pews in the funeral home. Erin held me as I watched.

Everyone was silent as the pastor walked to the podium. He looked down at Grayson's still form and looked back with red eyes. "Thank you all for gathering today to mourn the loss of Grayson Bailey Dolan." With those words, Lisa and I let out matching sobs before we both crumbled like rocks.

I could hardly listen as my eyes drifted back to Grayson. He wore his wedding ring per my request. It glistened in the lights above his casket, giving him a sort of lively glow, although there was no life left. Lisa held my hand as she leaned on me, her head buried on my chest. Sean rubbed my back and I looked at him. He did it how Grayson always did. Just soft enough to where it was still a scratch, but also comforting. I sucked in a harsh breath before I kissed Lisa's head and I let my tears glide.

I stood next to the still fresh grave, days later on what should’ve been my wedding day. My white heels dug into the ground as I stood, holding my dress up. Bryant stood with Erin, a wobbly smile adorned his cheeks. “Grayson loved you so much. There was never a day he didn’t tell me how much.” I smiled at Bryant before I started to cry. Erin sighed and started to dab at my makeup with a tissue. I let my dress fall as I turned and looked at Grayson’s tombstone. I rested my arm against it before I rested my head against my arm. My body started to shake as I sobbed into the open air.

I heard cars pull up and I knew it was the family who would’ve been here for the wedding. I sat in a heap, ruining the dress Grayson never got to see me wear, with the soil that kept him below. I knew I looked insane but I didn’t care. Grayson was my love. My forever and always. Ethan got down next to me in his tux, before he pulled me in for a hug. Cameron joined us and laid her head on my shoulder. All the while Bryant was taking photos for me.

When I finally moved, Grandma Bernadette pulled me in for a hug. I let myself cry against her as she rubbed my back. “Grayson was so lucky to have you, angel. And I’m so thankful you’re going to be having my second grandchild.” I smiled as I wiped under my eyes. Poppy John kissed my hair, “You treated him so well, kid. You gotta know Gray passed away being his happiest self. You did that for him.” I nodded and he took my hands.

“That boy called me every weekend to tell me about you, how great you were, how good you treated him. Every weekend. And when I finally met you, you lived up to every word. He used every positive adjective he could to describe you and still wasn’t enough to cover his vast love for you. Gray passed away being the happiest man alive, I’m convinced.” I started to cry again before Grandma Bernadette pulled me back in.

“When we first met you,” she paused to wipe away some tears of her own, “Gray pulled us aside and asked what we thought. He valued our opinion, and after minutes of knowing you, Pop and I valued you. Legally you aren’t my granddaughter in law, but you are my family Y/N. You always have a place in my home.” I nodded and kissed her cheek before they both pulled me in for a hug.

“Push! Come on, Y/N!” Erin urged as she gripped my hand. The doctor gave me a nod before I pushed as hard as a could, screaming as I did. My head fell back against the bed as I started to pant. “Oh my god! I want it out!” I yelled. Erin chuckled before the door opened and Ethan came in with scrubs and gloves on. “I’m gonna cut the cord, okay?” He asked and I nodded before I white knuckled against the rail of the bed. Erin rubbed my back as I started to lean forward. Adrianna pulled my hair off my neck as I let out one last scream. As my yell faded, another began.

“Y/N, here’s your baby boy.” The nurse said as she delicately handed me the soft purple bundle. “What do you wanna name him?” She asked as she smiled down at me. “Tyson, spelled T-y-s-o-n, James Dolan. That’s his dad’s last name.” She nodded before she wrote that on the chart at the end of my bed. Tyson started to squirm in my arms, drawing my attention to his form. He had Grayson’s dark hair, and a few misplaced freckles as well. “Welcome to the world, Ty.” I said softly as I ran my finger down his plush cheek. Erin sat on the bed next to me before she smiled, “I’m so proud of you, Y/N.” I looked up and smiled before I wiped my eyes. “Gray is too. I can feel it.” Her chin wobbled before she leaned forward and kissed my hair, “He is, forever and always.”

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Chaos & Beauty

Prompt: Y/N and Shawn have been distant lately and try to mend the ongoing situation into a good one.

Word count : 1.4k

A/N: Hello people! This is my first ever shot on imagines. I debated a lot with myself whether to publish it or not because I'm an amateur but decided anyway to post it although it is trash lmao. I'm glad you stumbled upon this and read this so thanks a lot. Feel free to tell me what you think about it. I would love to hear your opinions ♥️

Y/N was standing on the shore of the Navagio beach, probably one of the most beautiful beaches around the world, after a trip she and her boyfriend has planned after months of chaos and promotions which were a consequence of Shawn releasing a new album.

Y/N was standing with her feet partially dipped in the cool water washing her feet every now and then and winds gushing against her face making her feel a lot calmer than the previous months. She stood there with her eyes closed while thoughts of Shawn and her having a hard time kept running in the back of her mind. Her eyebrows drew in and she frowned a bit.

Shawn watched the love of her life standing with her shoulders slumped, eyes closed and a slight frown on her face.

Nothing has been easier for him too. While he was months away from Y/N , always upto something regarding his album, he always feared that he might be losing her a little due to the lack of communication between them. He didn't get to tell her how beautiful she looked in her morning gown everyday. He didn't get to hear the giggles which echoed through his ears when he would throw a poorly humoured joke at her and soothed him inside out. Most of all, he didn't get to tell his lady love how much he loved her with every bit of his soul and how badly he craved her touch everyday.

He let out a deep sigh and started taking steps towards Y/N. Five years into the relationship and Y/N still used to smell him somehow even before she saw him.

She feels Shawn approaching her and humming Still The One. Her heart flutters on the image of Shawn singing this very song when they locked eyes for the very first time in Brafen's Cafeteria 7 years down the lane of some beautiful memories.

A pair of strong arms is stretched behind her, engulfing her from behind while Shawn lets his chin rest on her forehead. Shawn lets himself place a sweet kiss on Y/N's hair as he breathes the same tropical fruity smell from her hair and lets his hands draw circles on her tummy underneath her shirt. His touch tingles her. He lights on fire. After all the spark was still there.

Both stand there taking in every emotion and beauty of the moment with him still humming the song. It has been quite a long time since they experienced such an intimate moment.

Suddenly low sniffles start to leave from Y/N's mouth. Shawn was quick to react. He gently turns Y/N around and places his hands on Y/N's cheeks, pulling her closer. More tears start to well up in her eyes and she blinks away the tears from her eyes by looking the other way.

"Baby what's wrong? Look me in the eye baby please." Shawn stutters.

"It's nothing." Y/N replies fighting back tears and putting up a fake smile.

But of course it was too late because they both knew what was wrong. Shawn's eyes too begin to water saying "This is my fault isn't it Y/N?".

Y/N suddenly comes into action when he cries even harder and holds his face in between her tiny hands and cooes "Shhh baby shhh. It isn't your fault. It's just we're having some bad days isn't it? It's gonna go, love. I'm sure" and looks him in the eye, her voice breaking with every word.

Shawn takes her hand in his and places kisses all over it whispering sorry after every kiss. "Y/N baby, I know I've messed up. I've messed up big time. You don't need to defend me this time because I know this is my fault. I neglected you for so many days. I went on days and fuck even weeks! What was I even thinking Y/N!" His voice is low but angry like he's annoyed with himself.

"No it isn't your fault because Shawn I too have to realise that this is not a fairytale! This is not a fucking fairytale where you have to be there for me all the time, telling me you love me. I'm not a princess Shawn. We are grown ups for fuck's sake! You have a passion that you need to follow and I have to support that. So don't worry we'll work this through and I - I - I'll be fine Shawn" her voice croaks at the end.

Shawn is amused of the fact that she's not angry but is sad which only breaks his heart more as she has already accepted the things he was thinking about altering and making it right all over again. Shawn sees through her. He sees a broken soul who once used to be happy.

"No Y/N this is where you are wrong my love " he says with softly running his hands over her cheeks and through her hair.

"I don't know about the fairytale part but you sure are my princess baby. You're the love of my life. I want to tell you how beautiful you are every second until I annoy the shit out of you!" He owns a slight chuckle from her. His heart skips a beat at the sight of this.

"I want to be able to hold you in my arms whenever you're feeling lonely and sad. Whenever you're insecure about any thing I want to tell you that you're my world baby and I don't need anything else other than you in my sight. I love you. I love you. I love you so much Y/N. Fuck I can even tell you that a million times and still not be satisfied. My love for you has no bounds Y/N. I want to be there for you every fucking time but seems like I've been a shitty boyfriend in the past months and I hate whenever I think the cause of your disappointment is me."

"You were never shitty okay and stop swearing so much" she says smiling lightly.

"God! Stop defending me Y/N." he says with a bit of defeat in his tone.

"No Shawn. It's high time that I understand your profession too. God knows how do you carry yourself throughout your hectic schedule everyday. I can't imagine how tired you must always get at the end of the day. I just want you to be happy. I was just scared about losing you Shawn that's it because I don't want to come between you and your passion. I- I'm sorry baby" Y/N says holding herself strong, not letting the fresh tears flow down because that'll only make Shawn feel more distressed.

"No stop that Y/N. You, my dear love, have been with me at every stage of my life and you're my motivation to get through the day Y/N. You're the beauty and the best thing about the relationship we share honey. If anyone that should be sorry here that person should be me because I hate myself right now for letting you feel that you're not my first priority because YOU ARE Y/N! You're my sunshine. My knight in shining armour. I've been so observant of your flaws Y/N that I'm fucking ready to judge others. I'll fight everyone who tells you otherwise and I promise you to not leaving you hanging anymore. I love you until my very last breath baby. I'm gonna tell you how beautiful you are, remind you why I love you because there are probably more than thousands reasons why I'm crazy in love with you and wanna let you know all about it before I take my last breath and what I'm upto everyday. When I sleep, when I eat, when I poo-"

"Shawn stop it you filthy and cheesy dork!" she says laughing. This sound was all he wanted to fill up his ears with.

"But I'm your idiot right?"

"Right dumbass"

"Hey don't call me that!"

"Okay I won't call you DUMBASS which for the record you are but it's okay" she says teasingly.

"I hate you" says Shawn with a pout playing on his lips.

"Oh c'mon you love me!" she says hitting Shawn's chest playfully.

"You bet your ass I do." Shawn giggles and places his lips on hers and kisses her passionately which was long due both whispering I love yous and sweet nothings in between. And after all the trip hasn't been that bad as they both imagined it to be.  🌸

xx

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[astronomyparkers]

Skyline {VII}

Warnings: Language, panic attack

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Guys!!!! This is the last part of Skyline.  Like, for real this time.  I’m so sad to see it end, but I’m also so happy that it’s had such success, and I can’t thank you guys enough for that.  You are all so so wonderful, and you have all my love.  As usual, I want to give a shout out to Zoe and Jen for reading my drafts and helping me edit and brainstorm, as well as encouraging me to write.  As for all of you, I hope you’ll forgive me for all the angst that I’ve hit you guys with (remember when Skyline was self-indulgent fluff lmao), and I really hope this makes up for it a bit.  In other news, tonight is the Spidereyhes Sleepover!!!!!!!!  All the info on the sleepover can be found here, as well as info about the livestream, which will start at 7pm PST.  I’ll post the link on here!! Zoe, Jen, and I will be discussing all kinds of things, answering questions, and talking about Skyline, so be sure to drop by!!! Also, if you have any questions about Skyline or anything else that you want answered, send it in!!!! It’s not too late yall.  Again, thank you so much, and I hope you’ve enjoyed Skyline as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

skyline: a mixtape

{masterlist}

{part i} {part ii} {part iii} {part iv} {part v}  {part VI}

Sitting up in your bed, you stared at the window, not sure of how to react to seeing Spider-Man’s masked face through the glass.  Throwing back your covers, you quietly walked over to the window, grabbing a hoodie that Peter had lent you as you passed your desk.  Sliding the glass panel up, you climbed out onto the metal fire escape, slipping on and zipping up Peter’s hoodie to protect you from the cold.

The superhero stood where he had first stood, the night he saved your life and blew up Vizzini’s all those months ago.  And there, to his right, were the flower pots that he had tripped over the first time he came back for you.  Those stairs were where you would sit and draw while he watched your fingers fly across the page, amazed at the pictures you created.  Behind him was the railing that you would lean against as you looked at the Queens skyline together.  This fire escape was your entire relationship condensed, the one location where you were allowed to be with each other.  If you used your imagination, you could almost see every single night playing out in front of your eyes.  Spider-Man, with a bendy straw underneath his mask.  Spider-Man, attempting to draw you in the moonlight.  Spider-Man, his hand on your waist and the other in your hair. Spider-Man.

A sound from the masked hero pulled you out of your reverie.  For the first time that night, you looked at him, actually looked at him, instead of picturing what you had already seen.  His shoulders were slumped, almost shaking.  His hands fidgeted, fingers twisting and untwisting in front of him as he stared at you.  You could hear his heavy breathing, hear the shakiness of each gasp; you could hear his pain.

“Spidey…” You take a small step forward.  You were sure that there were boundaries between you two now, but you weren’t sure where they lay. “What’s…what’s wrong?”

“Everything…everything is wrong right now,” Spider-Man took a deep breath and shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I shouldn’t—I know that I shouldn’t have come here, but I—”

“But what?” Your brow furrowed, but you remained frozen in your spot. “What is it?”

“I—” Spider-Man deflated, breath rushing out of him as he hung his head and stared at the ground. “I can’t tell you, Y/N.  I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry.” You deadpanned his words back to him, irritation rising in your words like bile. “You’re sorry?”

“I just—”

“No, you don’t get to ‘just’ anything,” You crossed your arms. “I have been there for you!  I have been nothing but honest with you from day one and you couldn’t return that to me.  And I understand your reasoning, and even if I don’t agree with it, I still understand it.  But you need to understand this, Spider-Man—”

“Y/N—”

“Can you just shut the fuck up for one minute?” You ran your hands through your hair, pushing it out of your face.  As your words became stormier, so did the sky around you, and the wind whipped your hair right back into your eyes. “You need to understand that you can’t pick and choose to be with me when it’s convenient for you.  You can’t expect me to be here for you when you need someone to touch you, but then shut up when I try to actually know you.”

It was hard to tell underneath the mask, but it looked like Spider-Man’s jaw had locked.  Words continued bubbling to the surface of your lips, and you knew that you weren’t being the kindest with those words, but at the same time, you couldn’t make yourself stop from speaking them.  

Once realized, truth demands to be told.

“I was honest with you.  I told you what I wanted, and when I couldn’t have it, I compromised.  And when that compromise stopped working for me, I was honest again.” You pulled Peter’s hoodie tighter against you. “So you don’t get to show up here again and not extend me the same courtesy, okay? Either you’re completely honest with me in what you have to say or—or you leave.  Right now.”

No matter how true the words were, they still hurt you to say.  Not for the first time, you wished that you had never let yourself fall into this position.  If you had just let Spider-Man go that first night, if you never gave him the drawing of the skyline, if you had let your life continue on its regular path, you could just be out here alone.  The stars had always kept you company before, and they could’ve continued to be all you needed, if you hadn’t let yourself be distracted by the hero.  The stars are pretty to look at, but they couldn’t hold you like he did.  The stars couldn’t sound so sweet when they spoke.  The stars couldn’t bring you to the edge of everything you ever wanted.

“It’s not that easy.” Spider-Man shook his head, speaking in a low voice. “You—you don’t have to consider what I have to consider.  Every moment I spend with you, with anyone that means something to me, is another moment that puts you and them at risk.  And I—I love you too much to do that to you.”

“Yet here you are, on my fire escape, putting me at risk.” You gestured to your surroundings. “So either you’re incredibly selfish and you’re okay with putting me at risk just to fuck with my emotions, or you’re lying and that’s your excuse to keep me in the dark.”

“You know what, Y/N? I am selfish.” Spider-Man’s voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. “I’ve been selfish since the first day I met you, but my selfishness is the most honest thing about me.  I should never have let myself get so close to you, but I did.  And it was careless of me, but being around you made me feel honest.  If there was any way for this to work in a way that doesn’t end with you being targeted, I would find it!”

“Do you really expect me to believe—?”

“Yes, I do!” Spider-Man cut you off in anger. “How could you have spent months with me and not believe that I would do anything to be with you?  Anything to protect you?  The only problem is that I can’t do both of those things at the same time!”

“We’re going in circles.” You shook your head, gaze dropping to the ground. “We had this conversation last night, Spider-Man.  We—we finished this.  You left, it was done; why are you back here?”

“I—” You could practically see Spider-Man’s guards go up again. “I needed to talk to someone. And—and you were the only person I wanted to talk to.  But…but I realize that this was a mistake now.  I just…”

“Just what?” You took a step closer again, almost—but not quite—reaching a hand out to touch his arm. You felt like it was summer again, like you had never touched him before.

“I just needed to feel normal,” Spider-Man slumped again. “I failed today and I needed to feel like I didn’t and when I think of normal I think of you.  But it was stupid to come.  I failed at keeping my family out of danger so what do I do?  Show up and put you in danger.”

“What do you mean, you failed at keeping your family out of danger?” Your brain was tired, so tired from the emotions you had experienced in the last twenty-four hours, but you felt like there was something familiar in Spider-Man’s words (although, to be fair, you always felt that way with him.  He was the unattainable stars in the sky and the comforting sense of home at the same time).

“I should have been there today, at the car accident downtown.” Spider-Man’s shoulders began to shake harder, like he was losing all composure. “People died, the people of my city, and they’re my responsibility to keep safe, Y/N.  And—and there were people I cared about there today, and it’s my fault that they—that they were—”

“Spidey, you can’t be everywhere at once,” You fiddled with the too-long sleeves of Peter’s hoodie. “People die every day.  You can’t take everything to heart like this.”

“What if it had been your family down there?” You could hear Spider-Man becoming more hysterical as he talked, his breathing increasing in speed. “Your mom?  Would you really be so forgiving with me right now?”

“I’m sure—”

“You’re sure what? That you would be fine if your loved ones had been murdered today?” Spider-Man pressed a hand to his masked forehead, chest heaving. “I’m the only one who can stop it, Y/N, it’s my responsibility—”

“You can’t take responsibility for every bad thing that happens.” You took a step closer to the hero, cautiously placing a hand on his shoulder for comfort. “You can’t save everyone.  You may be a superhero, but you’re still a teenager.  Today, downtown?  That wasn’t your fault.”

“What about when it is my fault?” You could hear panic rising in Spider-Man’s voice, and could hear him getting choked up.  You realized that, underneath the hero mask, the boy was crying. “There have been so many times, Y/N, where it was my fault!  I wasn’t strong enough or wasn’t fast enough or wasn’t aware enough, I just wasn’t enough!” Spider-Man inhaled deeply, like he was having trouble getting air into his lungs. “You deserve more, and my aunt deserves more, and my friends deserve more, and Queens deserves more, everyone deserved more than—than what I can do, and—”

“Spidey, you have to breathe,” Screw being cautious, you thought, as you placed your hands on Spider-Man’s masked face. “You can’t panic right now, okay?”

“And I want to give you what you want, so, so badly,” Spider-Man’s hands came to rest on top of yours. “So badly, Y/N, I want to give you everything.  But I—I can’t be selfish; I know I am, but I can’t be. When I get close to people they get hurt!  And I can’t watch you die, I just can’t.  I’ve seen so many people die, so many—”

“Spidey, you wouldn’t watch me die, I can handle—” Before you could finish your sentence, Spider-Man twisted out of your grip.  He clutched his chest and backed away, towards the edge of the fire escape.

“I watched my uncle die!  He is dead, because of me!” Spider-Man screamed, unraveling before you. “People die because of me!  They die because I can’t save them, and one day, Y/N, one day I might not be able to save you!  And, God, I can’t fucking breathe in this thing, fuck—”

“Spider-Man—” You watched as the hero’s legs buckled and he fell to his knees before you.  You rushed over, grabbing onto his shoulders as you knelt in front of him.

“Spidey?” You gave him a light shake.  You could feel the heat of his body radiating through his suit, almost burning your palms.

“Is this what you wanted?” Spider-Man kept his gaze trained on the ground. “Is this what you wanted to see?  Because this is me, Y/N.  This is who I am.  I’m—I’m a mess, and I can’t do anything that I need to do, I just let everyone down, and, fuck—” Spider-Man reached up and tore of his mask, tossing it to the side. Peter Parker’s tear stained looked up at you. “Is this what you wanted?”

Your hands automatically released Spider-Man’s—no, Peter’s—shoulders in shock.  You stared into the brown eyes of your friend.  For the first time that night, you had no idea what to say, what to think, what to feel.  All you could do was stare.

“Y/N,” Peter’s shaky, panic filled voice called to you. “Y/N, I know you’re disappointed it’s me, but—but please say something.”

You reached a hand out slowly, just like you had the night you first kissed the boy in front of you. It seemed obvious who he was now; you stared at those lips all day long, kissed them at night—how had you not knows?

Softly, your hand landed on Peter’s cheek.  You wiped away some of his tears with your thumb as the boy hiccupped, looking at you with uncertain eyes.

“Peter.” You addressed the hero by his real name for the first time.  Peter.  Of course it was Peter.  There was never anyone else that it could have been, no one else who could have made you feel everything you felt in that moment.  Of course he was the stars.  Of course he was home.

“Peter,” You began again, softly but firmly. “Nothing about you will ever disappoint me.”

Peter squeezed his eyes shut as more tears slipped out, and he bowed his head.  He sniffed loudly as you leaned in, placing your forehead against his.

“Do you hear me?” You waited until the boy opened his eyes and returned your gaze. “You’ve never let me down, Peter, and you have never disappointed me.  It makes me sad that you waited so long to tell me, and it makes me sad that you don’t think you’re good enough, but don’t think, not even for one second, that I’m sad it’s you.  Because I’m not.”

“I—” Peter took a shaky breath. “I was scared to tell you it was me.  Because—because we never talked before, and I thought you would prefer Spider-Man over—over Peter Parker.”

“You thought I would prefer someone who had to keep me a secret?” You pressed your forehead against Peter’s a little harder, reinforcing your words. “You thought I would prefer someone who could never truly be honest with me?  You and Spider-Man are the same person.  I liked both of you, but—”

“But?” Peter questioned softly, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek.

“But I could only ever love one of you.” You exhaled shakily. “And that’s you, Peter.  It could only ever be you.”

You sat in silence for a moment, both of you cradling the other’s face, neither wanting to let go. Where did you go from here?

“Y/N,” Peter muttered softly, breaking into your thoughts. “Do you…do you trust me?”

A small smile played on your lips as you registered his words, and remembered the last time he had spoken them, the last time you had been this close. “Yes.”

Peter tilted his head to the left, slowly closing what little distance was left between your lips.

You had kissed Peter many times before, but knowing it was Peter made it feel different.  Now, when you came together, it didn’t feel so much like falling as it did flying.  There was no fear of hitting the ground and no worry about the aftermath; there was only soft and love and soaring and Peter. Always Peter.

Your hands moved from his face to his hair, tangling in his light and loose curls as you pulled back.  Peter’s grasp, in turn, travelled from your cheeks to your waist, pulling you closer and tighter than he ever had before.

You sat like that for what felt like hours, just holding each other.  Occasionally, someone’s hand would shift position, exploring a new area.  Your right index finger traced the outline of Peter’s lips as his hand rubbed down your back, trailing over your spine.  A few minutes later, he repeated the action under your (his) hoodie, then repeated it again under your shirt.  Your hands rubbed down Peter’s arms, lips resting on his shoulder.  Touch after touch, both of you explored each other’s bodies, getting to know the terrain of the person in front of you.

The territory was old, but each touch felt new.  You had felt Spider-Man before, but you had never felt Peter.  Peter had never felt you.  Despite the fact that he still wore the suit, every brush against you and every calculated movement felt different.

Before you knew it, the sun began to peak over the Queens skyline, tinting the horizon a shade lighter.  You ran your hands through Peter’s hair as you watched, mesmerized.

“I have something for you,” Peter whispered, squeezing your waist one last time before letting go. He reached underneath one of his web shooters and withdrew a scrap of paper you hadn’t noticed before. “You drew me a lot of things, but this one was always my favourite.  I wanted you to know.”

Peter handed you the paper, which you carefully unfolded and tried to smooth before your eyes focused on the drawing in the moonlight.

It was your original sketch of the Queens skyline, worn and smudged but definitely your drawing.

“Why—?”

“Flip it over,” Peter instructed with a small smile, nervous blush colouring his cheeks.

You did as you were told, turning the sheet of paper over in your hands.  Sketched on the back was your fire escape, with you asleep on the stairs and the skyline prominent in the distance.  Your hair was down, wild around your face as you leaned against the stair railing, and it looked like Peter had drawn every single constellation in the sky above you.

“Michelle helped me,” Peter’s blush deepened as you stared at the drawing. “I mean, she didn’t know it was for—to draw you sleeping, but—you had said, on that first night, that the drawing was like—like a way to remember the Italian place, Vizzini’s. So this…”

Peter took a deep breath.

“This was my way to—to remember you.  This was the night I realized I was falling in love with you.”

You smiled softly and leaned in, kissing Peter’s rouged cheek. “You don’t need to remember me; I’m staying right here.  Just me and you, this fire escape, and that skyline.”

Peter grinned, pushing your hair back from your face. “Sounds good to me.”

The boy leaned closer, pressing his lips softly to your face.  First your forehead, then each closed eye, before moving to the tip of your nose.  Gently, he kissed both corners of your mouth, left then right, before finally, finally, reaching your waiting lips.

Just you and him, this fire escape, that skyline, and everything in between.  

[winchester-writes]

Fearful Love Part 8

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Word Count: 1,510

Warnings: language, diagnosis of PTSD, panic attack 

Summary: After leaving the convention Jared takes you to get you some help. Finally the feelings the two of you have for each other are revealed but how long is that happiness able to last?

A/N: Whoa!! Two fics out in one day!!!! Lmao I surprised myself and I know a lot of you have been waiting for this moment for a long time so here it is!!! I hope you all enjoy this!!! Unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine and feedback is greatly appreciated!!!

Fearful Love Masterlist

Jared had the convention workers cancel the rest of your appearances along with his own. Something that you fought him on.

“Jared no. Just because I’m obviously going insane doesn’t mean you have to leave the fans too. I feel bad enough that I’m leaving.” You scoffed as he nodded towards the leader telling her to continue with what he said. She agreed and left the two of you alone in the green room. Jared walked over to you as you wiped a tear from your cheek and gripped your arms bringing your body into his.

“I told you that I was going to take care of you didn’t I? That means going back to Vancouver and seeing your doctor with you. I’m not leaving you alone. We’re in this together, okay?”

You slowly nodded your head as you took in his scent, you could die here in his arms and die happy. Feeling his lips on the top of your head, you sighed in content and looked up at him, lying your chin on his chest. “Thank you, for everything. For being there for me and everything else you’ve done.”

He looked down at you and wondered if you could feel how fast his heart was being with how close you were pressed to him, “I’ll always be here.” Jared took his chance and slowly leaned down, brushing his lips against yours. He was hesitant at first giving you the opportunity to pull away if this isn’t what you wanted.

It’s been months since the two of you kissed on his couch but your lips were still just as soft and you tasted just as sweet. Sighing into his mouth you brought a hand to the nape of his neck, your fingers carding through his hair. His kiss was comforting, his lips moving against yours told you everything you needed to know, made you feel like you were the only important girl in this world. Something that never happened when you would kiss Aaron.

Pulling away, Jared looked down at you, smiling at your flushed face and your closed eyes. Leaning over he kissed both of your eyelids before you opened them. “Do you believe me now? I mean it when I say I will always be there. You’re...you’re my everything Y/N.” His thumb brushed your cheek bone as a tear slide down it. “I think I’ve waited long enough to tell you that. I was an idiot to push you away that night but everything had just gone down and I wanted to be a gentleman. I didn’t want you to think that I was taking advant-”

You cut him off as you brought your lips back to his, “I believe you and I’m sorry for kissing you that night. I was already developing feelings for you, you’re my best friend and I feel like that’s what draws me to you so strongly. You make me laugh, put me first and treat me like a princess. T-thank you for that….but I can’t let you be with me. I’m too broken, Aaron fucked me up. Hell this is why we’re leaving the convention right now because I’m so entirely broken I don’t see anything putting me back together.”

“Well then I guess I’m also going to have to show you that I’m the person that’s going to put you back together. I’m. Never. Leaving. I-I….I love you Y/N. I have since I first saw you.” Jared cupped your cheek when you gasped, he smiled and kissed the top of your head, not expecting you to say it back so quickly. He just wanted to let you have that reassurance and he means what he says. “Now come on, let’s go get you some help babe.”

Making it back to Vancouver and to your doctor, Jared sat next to you the entire time the doctor spoke to you. You specifically requested that he be there with you, holding your hand as the doctor told you that you have a small diagnosis of PTSD with some paranoia. Luckily it wasn’t too severe but it was a tremendous thing for you to hear nonetheless. You didn’t hear a thing as the doctor gave Jared specific instructions on when to take your medicine and what to do if you happen to have another episode.

You stood up when Jared took a hold of your hand and tugged on it. You weren’t even sure how or when you made it out to the car but when you realized where you were, your breathing picked up and the tears started flowing. All of this was too much to take in, especially with all the other problems and diagnosis you were given before this visit.

Good thing the two of you hadn’t made it out of the parking lot yet because Jared was by your side within a second. He took your face in his hands and turned it to face him, “Hey hey, look at me, look at me. Everything’s okay, I need you to breathe. Don’t hold your breath. Y/N, come on.”

After your little hyperventilation session, you quit breathing to try to stop but that was something you probably shouldn’t have done. “Y/N, please! Deep breaths, in and out.” You tried to do as he said but your body wasn’t responding the way you wanted it to and your eyes started to flutter. “Hey no no, don’t pass out on me.” That was the last you heard of Jared’s voice as your head slumped in his hands and your eyes closed.

What felt like hours later, you woke up in a bed that wasn’t normally yours. Sitting up, you looked around to notice you were in Jared’s room. “Oh hey, you’re awake. I hope you don’t mind that I brought you in here. It was the closest room and I just-”

“Jared it’s fine. Thank you.” You gave a tight lipped smile and held your hand out, “Come lay with me?”

Jared hesitantly nodded before he made his way over to the bed, lifting up the covers and getting in beside you. Instantly you cuddled up next to his side, laying your head on his fast beating heart which caused you to smile.

“I’m sorry about earlier…”

“No, don’t apologize to me. I understand that that was a lot to take in. Everything’s gonna be okay, I promise.” He wrapped an arm around you pulling you close, taking a chance and rubbing his fingers across your arm.

You snuggled in closer, sticking your leg between the both of his and wrapping an arm around his middle, “I love you too ya know…and I’m grateful that you’re in my life.”

If Jared’s heart could beat any faster it would have come out of his chest completely. He kissed the side of your head and then brought your hand up to kiss your knuckles, “What do you say I take you out on a date later? To that steak place downtown with that mac ‘n cheese you can’t get enough of.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, “I would love that very much.”

“There’s that smile, I missed that.” He brushed his thumb across your cheek as you looked up at him, “I promise to make you smile and laugh for as long as you’ll have me. Will you have me?”

“Of course Jared, only if you’re fine having a broken girl like me.”

Jared sighed, “What have I said?”

“That I’m not broken and that you’ll never leave me and that you love me.” You said in a flat tone, hoping he didn’t hear the eyeroll in your voice.

“Say that last part again.”

“You love me.”

“And I always will.” Jared leaned down to kiss you as the doorbell rang and he sighed.

“That’s okay, I was going to go take a shower anyways.”

“Alright you can use my bathroom, right through that door and clean towels are in the little closet.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours before getting up.

He watched as you made your way into the bathroom, the both of you smiling at each other before the door shut behind you. Making his way downstairs he opened the door expecting someone to be there but instead, there was no one except for a bouquet of flowers sitting on the doorstep. Confused, Jared picked it up slowly to investigate it, picking the card up and reading it carefully; his nostrils immediately flaring at the words. Aaron was in jail for 5 years and he had no clue where Jared lived….so how was he able to send you flowers?

Jared walked outside, looking around before dumping the flowers into the trashcan. He was not going to let you see them or the letter, only the police would get it. Aaron must have someone working for him. Walking back inside, Jared plopped down on the couch, his head in his hands, “What the fuck is going on?!”

Part 9

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Better as Three Part 2 (M)

**GIF NOT MINE

Mini-series.

Part 1  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5

Characters: Mark Tuan (GOT7) x You (OC/Reader) x Im Jaebum (JB, GOT7)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, AU

Length:   4,713 words

Plot:  Mark feels bad for ignoring you for the past few nights – and he is hoping to make you feel better with a pleasant surprise.

Warning/s:  Poly!Markbum, Polyamorous relationship, Kitchen counter sex, Overstimulation, Slight Dirty Talking, Fingering, Cunnilingus, just overly detailed het smut and it’s kind of a makeup sex too??? Idk jfc

A/N:  I ended up not changing much, LMAO.  So it’s pretty much still the same with the first one I’ve posted, I just removed the irrelevant parts and also did my best to proofread though idk if I succeeded haha.

You were stirred from your sleep the next night when you felt the need to drink some water; however, you had forgotten to bring some inside your room.

You’ve gone to work early that morning; the night after the boys had completely ignored you and had sex with each other on the master’s bedroom.  You are so annoyed with them that even though they’ve catch you that morning fixing your lunch box and getting ready to leave; you didn’t even spare them a glance and you just walk past them.  Mark did try calling out for you and even followed you at the foyer, pouting and trying to hug you but you just glared at him, making it clear that you are not interested in talking, more so hugging, and he took a step back immediately.

“Ugh shit.”  You groaned before reluctantly sitting up, kicking the sheets from your body.  You glanced at your alarm clock, 2am, most likely the boys are already home and sleeping.

You stretched your arms before finally standing up and making your way downstairs to the kitchen; taking small, quiet steps to ensure that you would not make any sounds to wake the boys up.

When you reached the kitchen, you abruptly stopped on your tracks when you saw Mark leaning against the kitchen counter, clad in his favorite sleep shorts and shirt, holding a mug in hand.  

The screeching of your rubber slippers against the tiled floor caught Mark’s attention, and he looked up to you from his drink.  He smiles immediately and you looked away before clearing your throat, slowly walking your way towards the counter, ignoring your boyfriend’s presence.  Mark just eyed your every moment while he sips his drink leisurely.

You went straight to the fridge in front of him, opening it before bending over, grabbing the small bottle of water from the corner.  On the other hand, Mark smirks at the view of your perfect ass and legs while you are bent over the fridge and he automatically licks his lips.  You are wearing your normal sleeping attire, a thin camisole and knickers, which hugs your perfect body, and he misses you even more.

He was snapped out of his reverie when you pulled away from the fridge after closing it shut; drinking the water from the bottle.  You are about to walk away with the bottle in hand but Mark stopped you.

“Baby?”  You turn around to meet your boyfriend’s gaze.

“What?”  You asked coldly before crossing your arms on your chest and slumping against the metal surface.

“Can we talk?”  Mark brushes the strands of hair that blocks his beautiful face and you stared at your feet, the tone in your boyfriend’s voice serious and pleading.

“We’re already talking.”  You tear your gaze away before fiddling with the bottle that you’re holding.  Mark chuckles quietly and you look up to him as nods meekly.

“You’re right, we’re already talking.”  He drops the mug on the counter before staring at you in the eyes and his stare held you in place.  He took a deep breath before gripping the edges of the counter, half-sitting on it.

“I just wanted to say that Jaebum and I were really upset with what you’ve done a few days ago.  If only you’ve listened to us, you wouldn’t be in that situation.  You didn’t even call us when you already felt drunk, so that at least one of us had fetched you.”  He explains carefully and you gripped the bottle tighter; still looking at the ground; avoiding the concerned look on Mark’s face.

“If Jaebum wasn’t there, and something bad had happened to you, I won’t be able to forgive myself, and sure Jaebum won’t either.”  He looks to the side before griping the edges of the kitchen counter tighter and you lift your head to take a quick look at his face but promptly dropping it when he moves his head to gape at you again.

“I wanted to go with him but he wants me to stay here in case you have decided to go home.  Good thing I had remembered the name of the bar despite you whispering it to me a day or so before it.  I was so worried because it took Jaebum 3 hours to find you and finally bring you home, ______.”  You blinked a few times before shifting your weight from one foot to another, guilt striking you like lightning.  Mark doesn’t talk a lot compared to Jaebum, but when he talks, he sure doesn’t bullshit and goes straight to the point.

“I-I’m also sorry for ignoring you the past few days.  I know that we’ve gone a bit overboard with your punishment. I know you hate being alone while sleeping or waking up, or even eating, and you have to endure everything.  I am sorry about that baby.”  He bites his lower lip and you finally peered at him; meeting his loving gaze and you stood up straight.  You close your eyes before breathing heavily; finally responding to your boyfriend’s apology and explanation.

“I-I am sorry, Mark, if I made you and Jaebum worry about me.  I’m sorry for not following what you’ve said, or at least try to tell you where I was or if I need help that night.”  You trailed off before glancing away, feeling the heat on your cheeks rise when you saw the sincere look on your boyfriend’s face.

“I am also sorry for acting up last night and this morning, I know that I did deserve the punishment but I was still being a brat.  I should’ve just apologized immediately but I refused to do that.  So, please forgive me, Mark.. I will never do it again…”  You gazed at him with your puppy eyes and Mark’s smile is so bright that it seemed to lightened up the entire room.

“You’re already forgiven, baby.”  He winks at you and he spreads his arms wide open before lifting his chin, smiling his unique, toothy smile.  You bit your lower lip and just stared at the inviting gesture of Mark.

“Come on, I know you want to.”  He giggles and you carefully place the bottle on the dining table next to you before rushing to Mark’s arms,  your tears now falling from eyes without you knowing as you wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s waist, burying your face against his clothed chest.

“Aww don’t cry, baby girl, I’m here…”  He coos you by rubbing your back with one hand while the other is patting your head adorningly, tucking his nose against the crown of you head.  You bury your face harder against his chest as you cried silently.

“I’m sorry Mark… I miss you so much… Don’t ever ignore me again…” You murmured against the thin fabric of his white shirt and he giggles before kissing your head.

“I promise baby.”  He mutters before cradling your face in his hands.  He wipes the tears from your face with his thumbs before kissing your forehead. You smiled and Mark brushes the hair that blocks your face before tugging them at the back of your ear, the intimacy of his touches sending butterflies on your stomach.

“I love you, ______.”  He whispers before kissing your lips longingly and passionately.  You are about to respond with an “I love you too” when Mark pulls away but he was quick to kiss you again, his hand grabbing your nape gently, holding you in place while the other cups the small of your back. His kiss is warm, full, and it didn’t take long for you to melt in to it.  You circled your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

“God, I miss you so much baby.”  He moans against your mouth and you barely had the time to breathe when he wraps his arms around your hips, hoisting you up and you circle your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck after letting out a squeal of surprise.

“Oh God that’s-“  You were cut off again by your boyfriend’s eager mouth before he turns the two of you around, placing you on top of the kitchen counter next to his mug of hot chocolate.  He licks your lower lip and you quickly opened your mouth to allow him access, his tongue snaking inside, tasting your cavern and you mewled silently when his hands roam around your bare thighs, drawing mindless patterns against your skin before pushing you closer to him, his groin coming in contact with your center.

“You sure miss me that much, huh.”  You giggled when Mark’s lips traces a line of hot, little kisses on your cheek, your jaw line, up to the shell of your ear.  Mark responded by biting on your earlobe and you moaned, his tongue leaving kitten licks against your ear making your whole body shiver.

Your boyfriend’s lips continues its journey down to your neck, sucking and nipping on your throat and your fingers tangled on his dark brown hair, tugging on his follicles gently while he sucks and bites on your neck.

“Your skin tastes so sweet baby.”  He groans against your collarbone as he latches his teeth on the base of it, drawing out a loud moan from you.  Mark chuckles before sucking on the bruise that he just left, your body shuddering beneath him and he holds your neck in place as he continues to shower your neck with love bites.

“M-Mark.”  You latch a handful of his shirt when Mark’s hands travelled inside your camisole, feeling your naked, hot skin beneath his palms and he licks a burning path from the base of your throat to your chin.  His hands finally found your breasts and he groans against your lips.

You whimpered when he tweaks your nipples, taking them between his thumb and index, tugging and circling it between his skillful fingers and you can only push your chest further against his touch.

“You like that?”  He kisses your neck before groping your breasts rhythmically, pressing them together before dipping his head down to bite on each of your nipples through the fabric of your shirt.  He smirks at you before tightening his hold against your mounds, pushing them up before sucking on one of the buds harshly; the thin fabric of your camisole being the only barrier.  

He soon tugs on the hem of your shirt before lifting it above your head, throwing the garment on the floor before pushing you against the counter until you lay flat on it.  You immediately pulled him against you by his hips and he smiles before ravishing your lips again, one of his hands cupping your face while the other makes its way back to one of your mounds.

“Ah!  Fuck, that’s it, oh God.”  You yelped when Mark dips his head to deliver a particularly harsh suck on your nipple while he gropes the other one firmly; the lack of the cotton barrier made you feel each and every touch of his hands and mouth.  He switched sides and repeated the same process, over and over and you can feel the sensitivity of your mounds heightening, your arousal pooling at your center, drenching your knickers.  Mark started to dry hump against you and you felt his erection twitch when you let out a breathless moan.

Mark pulls away from you and you whined at the lost of friction and touch, but he quickly press a kiss on the valley between your breasts before making his way downwards, sucking, kissing, and nipping on the underside of your breasts, down to your belly button, until his red, bruised lips reaches the top of your underwear.  Your breathing is erratic and you looked down at him, patiently waiting for his next move. Mark snickers when he spreads your legs wide open, licking his lips when he sees the trace of your arousal against your lace knickers.

“Fuck you are so wet already.”  He grunts before gliding his hands over your bare legs and thighs, before reaching to cup your gorgeous ass; stroking it back up to your inner thighs, spreading your legs wider.

“God, my mouth is watering so bad, I need to taste you baby girl.”  He continues and you shivered because of his dirty talking.  Without a second to spare, Mark dives in to your clothed core, running his tongue over the expanse of your slit through your panties and your reaction was involuntary, you buck your hips against his tongue and he stops when he reaches your clit, before licking harder over your bundle of nerves, the whimper that left your lips is inhumane.

“Ah fuck.”  You can feel your arousal seeping through the fabric, mixing with Mark’s saliva as he sucks on your nub lewdly and you are slowly rolling your hips against the movements of his tongue and it felt so good, but you know it will be better if he would take off the lace barrier.

As if reading your mind, Mark swiftly grabs the hem of your panties before sliding it down your ass, lifting your hips in the process to help and it met with your camisole on the floor.

Mark didn’t waste any more time as he spreads your legs once more, dipping his head in between your folds before sucking harshly on your throbbing clit, his tongue drawing hard circles against it and your hand grips Mark’s hair as he continues to devour you.  His tongue prodded your entrance before spreading your arousal over your folds, tonguing each and every part of your lower lips before licking his way back to your sensitive clit, his pace shifting to a slower, harder rhythm and your legs quivered beneath him.

“You taste so sweet baby.”  He pushes your hips against the cold counter before biting on your clit and you moaned his name out loud.

“Fuck, shit Mark.”  You whimpered when Mark does it again before running his tongue flat over the expanse of your slit, up and down, round and round, over and over, and you felt like you cannot breathe.  You tried to push your hips against his sinful mouth but his tight hold on your inner thighs completely disables you.

Mark started to hum against you and it all becomes too much to take. Both of your hands are now pulling on Mark’s hair as he sucks on your clit in a way that would always make you crumble into pieces.

“S-shit I’m gonna cum.”  You warned him and you didn’t know how it was possible but Mark sucked even harder while his eyes are bearing holes on you.  Your back instantly arch up against the counter, your eyes shut tight, and your legs are trembling immensely when your orgasm washes over your entire being. Mark didn’t stop sucking and licking your clit until you are writhing beneath him, his hold against your inner thighs getting tighter and harder, keeping you trapped against his devious mouth and tongue.

Mark finally pulls away after a couple of more licks and sucks and your body fell against the cold, flat surface, your chest heaving up and down at a crazy rate; your hands loosening their hold against Mark’s hair.  Your boyfriend kisses and bites on your inner thighs before making his way up to your stomach, dipping his tongue inside your navel before leaving more open-mouthed kisses against your stomach, to your chest, to your neck, until he seals your lips in another heated kiss, tasting yourself in him.  Your hands slid down to grip his biceps before lifting your legs to draw your boyfriend closer to you and he is painfully hard.  

You ground your wet, bare core against his crotch and he groans against your skin.  However, to your disappointment, he abruptly pulls away, making you stick your lower lip out, pouting.  He chuckles at your childish action before cradling your face with his hand, kissing you fervidly, which you’ve returned with glee.

Once he got to distract you with his skilled tongue tasting your cavern, his thumb came in contact with your sensitive clit and you whimpered against his mouth.  He grips your nape before kissing you deeper while he rubs the digit eight against your pearl and your knees shook wildly, your hands gripping his shoulders tight.

“Fuck, Mark.”  Mark finally pulls away from your lips while he continues the harsh strokes of his thumb against you and you pressed your legs together without your consent but he was quick to separate them.

“Oops, spread them wide open for me, baby girl.”  He laid one of his hands flat against your inner thigh while his other hand is busy playing with your bundle of nerves.

“Ugh, Mark, please.”  You wailed when Mark plunges two of his long, dexterous fingers inside you as his mouth encloses one of your nipples, his eyes looking up at you hungrily.

“Fuck, please.”  You sobbed when Mark jerks his hand, inducing a brutal pace, rubbing that tender, keen spot in you that doesn’t fail to bring you to the edge of the cliff each and every time.  Mark smirks against the wet skin of your chest when your body quivered once more and he steps up his game.  He started to fuck you at a brutal pace, the tip of his fingers not failing to touch that delicate spot in you.

“You’re coming again, are you?”  He sucks on the base of your throat before grinning at you and your head begins to swim when Mark’s thumb returned on your clit, moving it in sync with the plunges of his fingers and you can feel that familiar tingling at the bottom of your stomach starting to build up once again and you can feel your limp body starting to fall apart.

You gasped when Mark’s face disappeared from your neck; quickly lowering his face to your pussy, replacing his thumb with his mouth and began sucking the daylights out of your abused clit.

Your whole body thrashed from the counter when you reach another mind-blowing peak because of Mark’s skilled fingers and mouth.  You stopped breathing when your climax started and your hands are flying everywhere until it settles on the edge of the counter by your head.

“Damn it, fuck!”  Your voice came out hoarse with how much the pleasure is consuming you whole and Mark didn’t stop; his tongue, mouth, and fingers are still moving, fucking you through your orgasm and you gripped on his shoulders, digging your nails against his clothed skin to let him know that you’ve had enough.

Mark finally withdraws his fingers from your hole but his mouth is still sucking on your clit, both of his hands now holding your inner thighs in place and your chest tightened; his continuing assault on your bundle of nerves setting your whole body on fire.

“Breathe, baby girl.”  He says after finally pulling away from you and you let out a huge, raspy breath, your lungs finally releasing the air that you’ve been holding since your 2nd orgasm started.  Though Mark’s tongue and fingers already left your core, you can still feel your pussy pulsating because of how hard you came undone.

You are still trying to recover from your huge orgasms when Mark suddenly hauls you up by your shoulders, pushing you against his toned chest and you realized that he is now fully naked.  Mark smiles at you before wrapping an arm around waist, while the other one is cupping your face before placing a light kiss on your lips.

“You look so damn hot when you come, baby.”  He kisses your jaw and he pushes you closer to his groin and you gasped when his hard cock came in contact with your sensitive core.  He guides you to wrap your legs around his waist as his mouth is busy leaving a hickey below your ear.

“You think you can come for me again, baby?  With my cock buried deep inside you?”  He utters huskily against your ear and the hairs at the back of your neck shoot up and you can feel the anticipation thumping heavily against your veins.

You know that you are overly sensitive and the credits all go to him, but you cannot help but crave the feeling of being filled by his impressive length so you leaned against him before muttering a soft “please” against his cheek.

Upon hearing your soft, pleading voice, Mark jolts into action, cradling your face with both of his hands before claiming your lips once more and you eagerly returned the kiss while you sneak one hand below rake your nails against his abs feeling his muscles tense beneath your fingers.  You soon grab his pulsing erection and he is rock hard; a huge amount of precum is already pooling at the tip and your mouth watered, wanting to taste him.  

You can feel your boyfriend’s body trembling against yours when you started pumping his cock and he pulls away from your lips before resting his forehead against yours.  You swiped the precum at the tip of his girth using your index and middle finger before bringing them to your parted lips, sucking on it lewdly and Mark’s eyes darkened even more when he sees you pushing your digits all the way in to your mouth while your eyes bore holes on him.

“You taste so good Mark.”  You winked at him after pulling your fingers out of your cavern, but making sure to let it go with a loud pop.

“Fuck, baby, as much as I want you to suck me off, I don’t think I will last long.”  He moans against your lips before grabbing his cock, pumping it a few times before gliding it over the expanse of your slit and you circled your arms around his neck, bracing yourself for more.

“Shit, Mark.”  Your head fell back when he circled the head of his dick against your throbbing clit and Mark’s eyebrows furrowed and you know that he is dying to be inside you.  You moved your hips to finally get Mark’s dick at your entrance and Mark holds your hips before sliding the head of his dick inside you, his face crunching before pulling out again, teasing himself.

“Come on, baby, I know you’re dying; just fuck me hard, please.”  You bite Mark’s lower lip and that seem to be the last nail in the coffin because he now has both of his hands on your hips, gripping them tightly before pushing his cock inside you in one go, delving deep and hard within you and his long legs quaked immensely with how taut your walls are clasping his length.

“So fucking tight.”  He groans against your neck and you have adjusted to his size almost immediately so you moved against him and Mark started to pull out of you slowly before thrusting back in deeper and harder.  He looks between the two of you, watching how your hole swallows the entirety of his huge dick and he bites his lower lip.

“Your pussy looks so fucking beautiful like this, with my cock stretching you out.”  Mark’s dirty talking seemed to be on full-on mode today, not that you are complaining, not when he starts slamming in to you at a fast and hard pace, his grip on your hips bruising but you love it, the pain only heightening your desire.  You leaned back against the counter; both of your palms laid flat against the cold surface to balance yourself as Mark continues to pound in to you.

“B-baby, shit, don’t, fuck-“  Mark stuttered when you started clenching around his cock, clamping his length firmly whenever he slams back in and you sneered at him.  He lets out an animalistic growl when you started chasing his thrusts, rocking your hips against his synchronously.

“Fuck, baby, if you keep doing that…”  He pushes you by your chest gently until your back meets the cold surface of the kitchen counter once more.

“Don’t hold back, baby, fuck me, just fuck me hard, oh my god please.” You plead and whined and begged and Mark grabs both of your breasts, squeezing them hard before pounding in to you hard; the speed and intensity of his plunges doubling and you enclose his hands that are on your breasts when your body started to tremble violently with how hard Mark is fucking you.

“Uh, baby, shit, please tell me you’re close.”  Mark says and you are at a loss for words so you nodded vigorously, one of your hands sinking lower to rub your tingling clit.  Mark lets go of your breasts to grab both of your legs, hooking them over his shoulders before pressing your thighs against your chest and his dick went even deeper than earlier and you are crying and sobbing out of pure pleasure right now.

“Fuck, Fuck, Mark, don’t stop, baby, please, I’m so close!”  You cried out and Mark can feel your walls constricting even more and his strokes never slowed down.  You look up to him and his hair is a mess, face and neck beaded with sweat and with the way he is gripping the back of your thighs, you can tell that he is getting close.

“Shit!”  You wailed when you felt the knot at the pit of your stomach started to unravel painfully and deliciously and Mark pushes your fingers away from your clit and replaces it with his thumb, rubbing it until your body went rigid, your third orgasm from oversensitivity milking the last of your strength and sanity.  Your nails dig deep on Mark’s wrists; desperately trying to hold on to something real as you felt like you’re going to pass out with how much your climax is eating your insides up.

“Fuck!”  Mark grunts loudly when your orgasm finally leads him to his own.  Your cramped and sensitive walls squeezed his cock and he comes inside you intensely; his whole body twitching and trembling; his breaths choppy, almost matching your own.  Mark finally grows to a still, his cock buried deep inside you as he tries to even out his breathing and for his shaking body to become less tense.

He slowly releases his tight grip on the back of your thighs before guiding them on either side of you, your legs falling at the edge of the counter.  Your arms that are on his wrists automatically fell on your sides and you can still feel Mark’s length throbbing inside you.

“That was awesome, baby, I came so fucking hard.”  He giggles before hauling you up by your arms gently, your breasts slightly clashing with your boyfriend’s naked, wet chest before placing a long, chaste kiss on your lips.  You automatically wrapped your arms around his neck and his cock finally softened inside you.  He pulls out of you slowly and you whimpered at the lost of contact, and he snickers upon seeing the mess between your thighs.

“Up here, baby, let’s go get cleaned up.”  He winks at you and you nodded, too tired to say anything as you drape your tired arms around your boyfriend and he heaves you up from the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist and his arms are holding your hips as he carries you up to the master’s bedroom.  You buried your face against Mark’s neck as you close your eyes; breathing in the musky scent of your boyfriend.

“Holy shit.” Mark stopped climbing up the stairs when he sees Jaebum on the hallway, who’s just about to climb down the stairs, looking equally shocked to see the two of you.

“Oh.”  Jaebum stared at your limp, naked form in Mark’s arms before gaping at the older boy.

“I thought you’re a burglar; why don’t you turn on the lights?”  He whispers and you groaned against Mark’s neck.

“Maaaark!  I wanna shower and sleep!!”  You whined impatiently and Mark pats your back before going up the stairs.  He mouthed a good night and talk to you later at Jaebum before walking past him – going straight to the master’s bedroom.

Looks like Jaebum is going to sleep alone tonight.

FINALLY I’VE MODIFIED THIS SHIT HAHAHAHA I’M QUITE HAPPY WITH THIS NOW LOL I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT TOO!

Part 3

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Episode 3 - “Weak trust is better than rivalry!” - Crow

This tribe swap is insane! I'm just lucky to be the separated one with the idol in his pocket to use when necessary. These Odawa members might not be trusted, and I need to make sure that I don't get put on the bottom.

I'm glad that Bodhi talked to me. It shows that there might be something there and maybe I am not in such trouble in the beginning.

I am talking to Dana and Carson and I am praying one of them asks for an alliance. I would like to work with Carson and Dana and maybe Bodhi but none of those other Odawa members. I don't think i can trust them as much after those votes.

Right now I realize that I have no alliances in this tribe, and all I had is the Gallaghers. I can meet up with them at my own time at shoreline but I need to build some trust with Dana, Carson, and Luke to have some chance of opposition, because there is no chance us original Meskwaki and Wyandot would be safe otherwise.

I am trying to give Dana bait, but I think I will have to make this chat myself in order to make it a thing.

Then I ask if I can make the alliance chat, and Dana responds after all that time. Come on. XD

When Dana says she can't vote next vote, I froze. We had the majority and now it crumbled right in front of us. I don't want to have to use an idol to assume the majority, but it scares me.

I know that I have the power to completely change this tribe but I don't know if it is too early. But I picked David Wright as my player to represent me for a reason. I am loyal to the people I am with and I can't lose my allies. It's going to be a very difficult decision when tribal quickly approaches, and it will lead the way for my game, and possibly others.

When I heard Luke say "I have the idol" I nearly crapped my pants in joy. I really was conflicted about whether or not to tell people I had the idol, and I see Luke has one. It's really making my day!

Right now I am a bit nervous about the vote because I am scared it might be a tie. I hope this vote goes our way though, because if one of us is out, even if 4 of us voted against someone with us, those 4 would be screwed later on.

i want to flip on my old tribe soooo bad. i dont trust anyone there as i feel they are all complete sheeps (mearl and crow). i love them personally but they would betray me if offered a better deal. dan and I aren't close haha. i have to get some connections with the vets asap!!

Tribe swap! Whaddaya know! The split was......good and bad? I hope us former Meskwaki aren't targeted for having 4 of us, but hey, my alliance with Dan/Matt will help me here. PLUS I HAVE KYLE which means I didn't make a fatal error making a good alliance with him early (phew!) <3 Little scared that this might turn into a numbers scramble though....4 returnees, 4 Meskwaki, 1 Odawa, with 1 person on the clear bottom of both former Wyandot and Meskwaki here.....mess!

With the number of advantages/idols in this game (and the fact that I have none), I need to make sure my name is in NOBODY's thoughts as a vote because we've seen how one vote was still too many for Andreas....and if I go out, I sure as hell don't wanna go out like that!

So I asked Scott for an alliance privately.....and I'm doing it for me, not my whole tribal alliance. I don't like the numbers on the tribe because with Kyle knowingly at the bottom with a 4-4-1 split, I could VERY easily end up in the minority. Plus, I didn't really get to pick to work with my former tribe, it was just assumed, so I'm hoping that in branching out, I'll get defined as my own player and not just some former Meskwaki mafia member ready to take a bullet for the family...

YAS! We won! I somehow was the 3rd strongest (including Andreas) out of everyone which is bittersweet.....hopefully no one looks too deep into the scores or else I might develop a target. Anywho, I'm glad to be one of the last four people to attend TC! It gives me an advantage because I can keep my cards hidden for longer. Right now, without votes to go off of - people have to take my word for face-value, and that's actually a good thing considering I have conflicting alliances already...;) Weak trust is better than rivalry!

"Ew AP, I try to avoid those classes tbh lmao" I've taken 9 AP classes and have a rather nice score on both the ACT and SAT. My point? Not to brag or anything (hehe) But to show that everything I say has a purpose. I don't need the intellectual stigma to stick to me because that's instantly associated with someone like Cochran which turns me into a target!

I AM DEAD. I JUST WANT THE HOSTS TO KNOW THAT. ALSO REALLY STRAND CARSON AND I HERE ON MESKWAKI ALONE- RUDE.

I just exiled myself for a clue to the immunity idol that I most likely won't find because I'm garbage at finding them. I gave my cult alliance half of the clue in good faith- hopefully that will make them want to keep me around. I'm going to try to get them to add an additional member- hopefully Bodhi because I like him so that we'll still have majority in the next tribal council. Also i didn't give them the other half of the clue- because I want to keep some sort of advantage for myself- but my plan is if they somehow find out I have another part of the clue, then i'll tell them I got that while I was exiled as some form of reward. Importantly, I'm leaving out where I searched in hopes that none of them will make this same move I have- and I think my odds are pretty good. Also I have to find some way to tell my tribe that i'm exiled without causing suspicion..so that'll be fun.

This tribe is such a massive culture shock honestly, on Odawa the official tribe chat wasn't that active until after tribal was posted and even then most things happened afaik on the Odawa majority alliance with the most boring name in history's chat. I feel pretty damn shook being the only Odawa on here and admitedly I've been slumping in the social part (aka the most important one) but I really need to step it up here especially on a bigger tribe

How I'm bouta be http://68.media.tumblr.com/19a93d31ca6d8a001a346ef9ccf151db/tumblr_o6pkqvpFBQ1twwci1o1_1280.jpg

I deadass typed OwO unironically what is wrong wi th me

Back in another game I played, there was a weak, physically inept player than just always managed to avoid elimination despite nearly always being the target, due to being in numerous alliances at once, and stupid ass people voted strong players out over himself. Come merge he would make insane idol plays and manage to take out all the large threats while keeping himself off the radar. He made finals but lost, but the VL flew into a rage. God I wish that were me....

TRIBE SWAP!!!!!! Ok, so we ended up with 3 former Meskaakaikaikaia, 2 returnees, and everyone from my tribe except Scott RIP 😥. Right now, the plan I to stick together and try to pull one or two of the other newbies in to take out the returnees. Oh yeah, and we voted out Matt BYE FELICIA

Grrrrrrrrr, we lost. I'm not mad about that, I'm mad that my alliance wants to get Adam out. I want to get Carson out. I want to get him out because A: He is a returnee B: He did the worst in challenges & C: He will probally align with Andreas. So I am suuuuuuuppppppeeeeerrrr pissed. I want CARSON GONE. Everyone is voting for Adam tomorrow. I might throw my vote to Carson just in case Adam has an idol

This swap is dangerous for some of my allies. I am very confident that I will make it out alive, just because there's no good reason for anyone to target me, but I'm not as confident that Kage will. I'm setting him up as a nice big target, and I have been since the beginning, so I wouldn't be so surprised if he were to be taken out now. I don't have any desire to vote Kage out, but if others do, I can join in. He'll bring me as far as he can, and I don't mind that one bit. He thinks he's in charge, so I'll let him stay there until the time is right. His gameplay is so erratic that I don't really think that he has a chance to win. Even if he gets to the end, there's this whole smear campaign from the kind folks over at redemption, which essentially sets him up as the villain. In reality he's fun to be around, but when he votes people out, he gets VERY rude. He gave Matt and Ashton fake advantages, and expects them to be gracious now that they're out? I don't think so buddy. As far as new allies, I really like Dana and Carson. I get along just fine with Eric, Adam, and Luke. I think I'll be very alright in this swap! Aidan is still my number one, but past that, I don't really care who I vote with. As long as I can trust that they'll keep me around until later, I don't quite mind.

So somehow Kage has come into power yet again on this new tribe! First on Odawa, he makes every decision, and we all go with him. Now here, because of Dana being sent to exile, it's an 8 person tribal council, and the 4 Odawa here are staying strong, and we've also included 3 non Odawa in the plan to eliminate Adam. Tonight, Adam is probably going, but there is a slight chance that the other 4 don't want to be on the bottom of this tribe, and they're just playing us, planning to take Kage out with an idol, or maybe forcing a rock draw. If there's the threat of going to rocks this early, I might have to flip on Kage. I don't want him out, because he is a PHENOMENAL shield, one of the best possible, but I also don't want a 1/6 chance of myself going home third. I have confidence that if I were to flip in the case of a tie, taking Kage out, I'd be fairly safe after that point. I have good connections with Aidan, Christian, Dana, Carson, Eric, and Luke. The only person on this tribe that I can't see myself working with is Adam, and that is exactly why I got Kage to target him. I'm not too firmly in any alliance at this point. There's the Odawa 5, the cross tribal alliance with Kage, Crow, Eric, and myself, and there's a bunch of openings with the other folks on my tribe. I'm only dedicated to sticking with Aidan, because we are such similar people. But I'm not entirely sure if I want to go to the end with him. I also don't plan to flip on Kage unless I need to in order to stick in the game. He is a shield and a goat in one, why would I ever get rid of that? Some people would look at going to two tribal councils early in the game as a curse, but I think it's quite the contrary. Hell, looking back, I probably should've thrown those challenges entirely! I was careful not to be too helpful on either, which probably was outright better than throwing, because it doesn't put a target on me, but I had absolutely no reason to want to win those challenges if the swap was going to be like this, with two equally sized tribes, this early in the game. Going to tribal council builds a large amount of trust, and if I had not gone to any tribals, I doubt I would trust Kage and Christian this much at all. I'd also have the chance to be on a tribe with a Matt or an Ashton, who are both great people, but neither of them felt like people I could put my trust in. Kage did a great job eliminating all of the obvious strategists, aside from himself, so now I don't think anyone from Odawa will flip on me any time soon. The other two tribes barely have any trust in each other. The other newbie tribe never went to tribal, and while people definitely talked, no one knows who is on their side and who is against them. The returnee tribe had a unanimous vote with an idol play. They only voted who they did because of inactivity, so they clearly weren't completely in the thick of the strategy. I'm definitely not laying as low as I want to be, but I don't think that I'm too noticeable as a threat. I might be the second biggest visible threat on Odawa, but that's probably not true. I'm not at all worried for Scott. He's on a tribe with 4 people from each of the other two starting tribes, so he's in the perfect spot to align with one of those two, and cruise for a bit. If he gets voted out, it's because he's playing poorly. I'd vote out a returnee in his position, but I trust that he'll play smart.

I HAVEN’T DONE A CONFESSIONAL IN SO LONG WHOOPS SO ANYWAY HERES WHATS HAPPENED SINCE I LAST DID THIS BASICALLY, WE WENT TO TRIBAL AGAIN (BIG SURPRISE) AND VOTED OUT MATT. IT WAS HIGHKEY SO BEAUTIFUL BC BODHI AND SCOTT BOTH PLAYED FAKE ADVANTAGES OR IDOLS, GIVING US OUT REP AS THE FAKE IDOL TRIBE, AS WELL AS INTRODUCING THE WORLD TO THE BEAUTY THAT IS THE IMMUNITY SNATCHER. SO IT ALL GOES TO PLAN, AND WE’RE ALL CHILLING IN THE CHAT, KAGE INSULTING BOTH THE HOSTS THE FUCKING DUMBASS, AND THEN WE GET THIS EXCHANGE: [00:40:40] kage hamilton: Plz forgive and give me free advantage? [00:41:10] Isaiah (Great Lakes Host): Lol, you'll get something alright AND THEN I GET FUCKING KICKED FROM THE CHAT?? SO IM SITTING THERE CONFUSED OUT OF MY GODAMN MIND, WHEN IM ADDED TO ANOTHER TRIBAL CHAT- MESKWAKI!! AND IM SHOOK BECAUSE IT’S A FUCKING SWAP??! BUT WE CAME OUT OF THIS SO WELL TBH, 4/5 ODAWA REMEBERS ARE TOGETHER ON MESKWAKI AND WE ONLY NEED ONE MORE TO AVE MAJORITY AGAIN. IN THE TIBE WE’VE GOT ME, OBVIOUSLY, THEN MY BOIS BODHI KAGE AND CHRISTIAN FROM ODAWA, CARSON AND DANA FROM THE RETURNEE TRIBE, AND THEN ADAM, LUKE AND ERIC THE OG FROM MESKWAKI. I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT EVER SINCE WE MERGED, AND I THINK CARSON AND DANA MIGT BE OUT BEST SHOT AT AN ALLIANCE. THEY’RE TOTALLY ISOLATED ON THE TRIBE, SO EVEN IF THEY FLIPED ON US AFTER WE GO TO TRIBAL FOR THE FIRST TIME, THEY’D ONLY MANAGE TO MAKE IT EQUAL, AND I THINK THEY’RE PROBABLY THE BIGGEST THREATS HERE, AND YOU KNOW WHA THEY SAY- KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR EMEMIES WITHIN FIRING RANGE OF YOUR PRIMARY FIREARM (IM SORRY FOR THE RVB QUOTE LMAO) I MEAN, DANA ALMOST WON HER SEASON, SO SHE KNOW WHAT SHES DOING, AND SOMEONE THAT KNOWS OW TO DO THAT IS DEFINATLY SOMEONE I WANT ON MY SIDE WE’VE ALSO GOT A CHALLENGE AND IM SCREAMING BECAUSE I CAN’T SPELL OR TYPE SO MY SCORE IS GOING TO BE SHIT BUT HOPEFULLY I CAN FINNALLY WIN A CHALLENGE IN THIS GAME, AMIRITE? *SLIDES AUSTIN AND ISAIAH TWENTY DOLLARS* I ENDED UP SUMBITTING A SCORE OF 2568, WHICH I THINK IS OKAY?? BUT THEN AGAIN ANDREAS GOT LIKE 24K ON LAKE REDEMPTION SO I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHATS A DECENT SCORE ANY MORE. ALL THAT’S LEFT TO DO NOW IT WAIT, AND SCREAM INTERNALLY.

Just once I would really love to not go to tribal. Oh well, back to pre-tribal hell it is.

Hey you guys, its me. Its Andreas, and welcome to my episodial confessional. So I won the duel. I'd love to say im surprised, but once again I misted another newbie into not doing well. MY EFFECT HUH ?? So I dont have much to say, besides that I hope Kage comes here so I can show him who the worse player is, and then my homeboy Carson can be safe. Also, I found an idol clue and its so much effing searching. That can literally choke. Not much is happening on Lake Redemption. Im getting to meet everyone which is nice. I hope im not here for long, otherwise ill cry.

So fuckity fuck fuck fuck. WHY DO I NEVER WIN CHALLENGES? IT'S THE DAY I WAS PUSHED OUT OF A VAGINA, WHY DOESN'T THAT MEAN ANYTHING????????? anyways, oh well. tribal again. i'm used to it. i don't trust kage. i don't really trust anyone on my tribe. I feel like everyone is playing super hard and trying to have 324934 different alliances and i'm just a fat squirrel eating whatever pieces of food they drop for me. ugh. good luck self. I do have a solution though, because I know how Dana got to get exiled, and I know that's exactly what I'm doing to myself if i get through this.

um heyyy its (week?) 3 idk we're about to have the third tribal. we lost immunity after the swap and ive been swapfucked before so i really didnt want to be swapfucked again but guess what! i did nothing and apparently kage and bodhi are already gunning for me.................... WHY they literally gave me a valid reason for carson to be voted out and are voting ME out for what reason?? idk. anyway im in an alliance with eric luke carson and dana (who cant vote) and ive been talking to aidan and hes super cool so i should be okay? i think? the only person on my tribe i 100% trust is luke. i wish dan was here. he formed the alliance between he luke and i :( eric luke and carson want to get out kage but idc who it is as long as its not me. luke said we might go to rocks... UGHHH why is this happening.

Okay so we won again and I still haven't been to tribal *dab* so that's lit. I'm glad I'm not going to tribal because I've made virtually no connections on my new tribe. I plan on being loyal to crow and Matt. We pulled in Kyle for a number (I know gross but hey whatevs) and I think we have stoner and maybe Seth (honestly unsure if there is actually a Seth in this game I just can't think of his name rn) but yeah. I'm just pretending to like Korean dramas so roxy likes me.

This just in his name is Scott not Seth. Huh.

Ok so Dana being at exile has caused this tribal council to go to shit. The vote would have been an easy 5-4 with an Odawa member leaving, but now our numbers are tied. I don't think we're going to rocks, but its now a possibility. I'm extremely worried about that. The Odawa members think we're all voting for Adam, which is not the case. From everything I've heard, Kage was running the show there, and now trying to do the same here. That doesn't fly with me, which is why he will be getting four votes tonight. Kage leaving also frees up Bodhi, who Dana and I could use as a vote if needed. By sending Kage home, I'm left with a lot of options. Even if they get pissed that I lied to them about voting Adam, I have an excuse. They told Adam, Andreas, and Dana that I was the backup incase Adam had an idol. So what else am I supposed to do? However, finding out that Luke had an idol was very comforting! Because! There! Was! No! Point! Worrying! About! Any! Of! It! I wish he would have said something earlier because i almost went to Christian to flip since Andreas told me he was on the bottom. That would have ruined everything because Christian isn't ready to flip. Anyways, all we need to do now is play the idol on Adam, and Kage leaves 4-0. If they throw votes at someone else, you'll be seeing me sliding into Christian's pms to flip him to our side during the tiebreaker.