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lovelywyenn · 3 months ago

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“Three Days|Day 2”

★Makio Uzui x fem!Reader★

Synopsis★After Hinatsuru tells the rest of your wives how you had been feeling. Makio was determined to prove how much she loved you. And taking you against the wall was her way of doing so. It definitely wasn’t fueled by wanting to make you cum twice as hard as Hina did yesterday.★

Includes★Feelings, comfort, making out, groping, slight dirty talk, squirting, cunnilingus, overstimulation★

★W.C★3.8k

Day 1; Day 2; Day 3;

Hinatsuru was feeling really good this morning. She woke up, well rested, at a good time…oh! And with her wife tucked up against her side for the first time in months. It was nice to be so close to you again.

She was in such a good mood, she decided to make breakfast for the whole house.

When she got downstairs she eyes her two wifes, Makio and Suma. They seemed to not have gotten as good of a night's rest as you and Hina had.

“What’s wrong with the two of you?” Hina asks as she reaches to grab the ingredients she needs for breakfast.

Makio, ever the flaring temper, stared at Hinatsuru with the deepest sigh of annoyance she’d ever mustered slipping out. “It’s hard to sleep when you’re making Y/n sound like she’s being attacked by a demon.”

“I swear, I forgot how loud that girl is,” Suma sighs.

Hinatsuru just shrugs, “You all are just mad I made her cum three times last night”

And it was true, after the two of you’s little humping sesh, clothes got pulled off fast and the two of you got off fast. Probably why you were upstairs still asleep. She had exhausted your poor little pussy.

“We haven’t had sex in so long” Suma sighs, “Whenever i’m alone with Y/n she acts like I haven’t known her for years!” Suma complains and Makio totally understands, adding on as she speaks, “I know right! How the hell did you get her in bed Hinatsuru?”

“...It was- Tengen told me about some things Y/n has been feeling lately” Hinatsuru says, “She…hasn’t been happy.

Those words concern both Suma and Makio. Their tired states are soon forgotten, traded for thoughts of you. Sure you didn’t hang around them often. And you often kept to yourself or Tengen instead of them. But the two had always thought you were just…a little shy with them.

“As in…she wants a divorce unhappy?” Makio questions with wide eyes, shaking with mild fear.

Hinatsuru is quick to dismiss their worries, “No, no nothing like that. She just needs a little more reassurance from us is all”

And the two girls quickly let out sighs of relief.

“So all that noise last night was your way of ‘reassuring’ her you cared?” Suma questioned and Hina blushed a bit. Perhaps she had gotten a bit carried away. But once she got a taste of your pretty moans she just couldn’t hold back.

“Listen, you try hearing her moan your name like you're some saint. That’ll drive a girl wild” Hina sighs.

Light footsteps trail down the kitchen hallway. All three women in the room turn their head to a sleepy you, rubbing your eyes and yawning. “Good morning” you say softly to everyone. But you make a beeline for Hina, wrapping your arms around the woman's waist to give her a hug. Hinatsuru gladly hugs you back, gently kissing your forehead.

But you grumble, pulling her closer to steal a deeper kiss from her lips. Suma and Makio stare with wide eyes as you sensually squeeze at hina’s hips, taking the elder girl by surprise. But she’s quick to recuperate, arms coming to encircle your neck and let you kiss her as you desired.

The sight of the two of you kissing without a care in the world has Makio biting at her lip and Suma clenching her thighs. The two almost feel a sense of disappointment when you pull away. And your gentle voice rings throughout the room, sweet as ever, as if you hadn’t just taken Hina’s breath away.

“M’gonna go take a bath baby, i’ll be back” You tell Hina, walking away to do just as you said.

Hina turns to her two wives smugly, “That girl is something isn’t she?”

And Makio makes up her mind right at that moment.

“I’m gonna have her kissin on me just like that, just watch”

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Your day was going well. It was a bit rainy today, so most of your chores were to be done inside. As much as you wanted to be downstairs with Hina, the bookshelves upstairs needed dusting. And no one else in the house ever wanted to do that task. You didn’t mind it though. It was a peaceful and easy job.

At least it usually was.

For some reason, Makio had decided to join you, attempting to assist you. It was a bit of a nuisance, as she put books in the wrong category, didn’t dust the shelves off before placing books. All in all, she made the process far more difficult than it usually was.

However…you didn’t mind it as much as you thought you would. Because for once in a long while, you and your wife got to talk to each other. There was no rhyme or reason to the conversation. Just absentminded comments and small compliments. It reminded you a bit of old times. When you had first gotten to spend time with Makio.

She was a little scary to be around when you two first got alone. But once you learned that she was often just as nervous as you were…she got easier to understand. Makio was sweet, always making you laugh. She had a way of bringing comfort to you just with her words.

But after so long not being able to really talk, a bit of that previous connection had broken off.

Makio watched as you tried to reach up to place a book on the top shelf. Naturally, she stood to help you, a hand running along your hip to stabilize you as she reached for the bookshelf. “Don’t strain yourself shortstack, let me help” she offers.

You giggle and roll your eyes, “You’re like an inch taller than me. You can’t reach the top shelf either!”. And you had a point. You two were practically the same height.

That doesn’t stop her from trying. At first she is really trying to put the book back, but when more of your pretty little giggles fill her ears, she struggles a little more on purpose. Just to hear the joyful noise come from you.

Eventually you grab at her arm, coaxing it away from the book, “Alright, alright,” you smile. “Let's just call Hina, she’s taller” you say, preparing to call for your wife. But Makio shushes you. “Nonsense woman” she says, and the next thing you know your wife is reaching down to lift you up.

A faint blush dusts your cheeks. You always seemed to forget that your wives were kunoichi, and picking you up like this was an easy feat. Now with the boost you are able to put all the books back. Enjoying the new height you gained while within her arms. When all the books are back and the chore of cleaning the bookshelf is finally done, Makio gently eases you on your feet. One of her hands linger on your hip, the familiar yet distant feeling making you smile.

Makio can’t help but smile back when she sees your pearly whites on display. That was one of her favorite parts about you. That precious smile that she had somehow gone so many months without truly appreciating.

You feel ridiculous for how hard it is for you to make your smile go away. But it was impossible to stop, because you couldn’t remember the last time Makio had smiled at you so brightly.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you giggle nervously.

And Makio shrugs, the lingering hand on your hip growing sure of itself as it squeezes at the flesh, “I can’t appreciate my pretty girl?” she counters your question.

You feel heat creep up your neck at the compliment, “You still think i’m pretty?” you ask and Makio finds the question ridiculous. Pretty was an understatement when it came to you. In Makio’s eyes you were a work of art. After all, you have been blessed with beautiful skin, smoother than the petals of a wisteria flower. And eyes so big and bright, as they shone with more beauty than this world could ever comprehend. How could anyone think you weren’t the most gorgeous thing to exist on earth.

“...Is that even a question?” Makio speaks up eventually, “You’re gorgeous.”

You glance away, playing with your fingers gently. “It’s just…it’s been a while since i’ve heard you say it” you express honestly, “But we don’t talk much anymore”

The truth in your words hits Makio hard. Because you were absolutely right. At some point along the lines, when she noticed your slight pull away from her, from all your wives. She took it a bit personally, instead of considering that those moments you pushed her away were moments you needed her most.

“Yeah…we don’t” your wife agrees, “I miss talking to you” she tells you.

And the hurt that had come from all these months of not talking seems to disappear when Makio says that she’s been feeling the same thing you have. A yearning to be as close as the two of you were before.

“I miss talking to you too” you say quickly, as if the moment would slip away from you if you let even a second pass.

Makio offers you a soft smile, pulling you a bit closer. She sighs as your own hands brace against her shoulders. You still fit so perfectly in her arms, like a puzzle piece made to fit with her. “No reason we can’t start again” she says.

And she’s right. “We can always talk to each other” she continues, “We can always laugh together”

“...We can always love each other”

The sweet words pierce right through your heart, and seep into your ears. Next thing you know your hands are gently cradling your wife’s face in your own. Looking up at her with so much love. Love that Makio was almost certain she didn’t deserve but was glad to have.

“I’d like that baby” you say and Makio grins at the nickname. Your wife can’t help but pull you into her, burying her face into the crook of your neck. The hug was secure and warm and everything the both of you had been needing.

And when the two of you pull back you suddenly feel hyper aware of how close you are to the woman…and how the girl is staring at you. Her grip on your hips seems to be a bit tighter too but you don’t mind. You missed how good it felt to be held like this, to be looked at like you really were the most desirable woman on the face of this earth.

“I heard you and Hina last night” She whispers. Though her voice is low, she was so close to you pick up every word.

The events of last night sent a shiver down your spine. It had been a long time since you had cum as hard as you did yesterday. “S-Sorry, did we wake you?” you ask.

And Mako nods her head, rubbing her thumb against your waist. “Woke me up with that pretty voice screaming Hina’s name.” she says, “You started getting really loud after the second time she made you cum, on her fingers i'm guessing?”

She was right, how she knew this you weren’t sure. As if hearing your question, your wife answers for you. “By then I had my fingers just as deep as Hina had hers in you” she tells you, “I had to stop myself from screaming just as loud as you did when i came with you.”

Her lips are practically right on yours now. One slight move and you could kiss them which is exactly what you do.

The kiss is nothing but sexy, slow and full of suppressed need. Makio’s chapped lips chased after the softness of yours, lost in the sensation. The two of you were attempting to pull each other closer and closer, attempts slowly growing more desperate.

Things always got heated fast between you two. A simple kiss could turn into a messy sexy marathon if you two were really needy. And that’s exactly what the two of you were.

As soon as Makio was able to stick her tongue down your throat she knew she had you, your attempts at taking over the kiss reduced to submissive whimpers, exactly what she wanted to hear from you.

Your wife's hands were all over you, pinching and squeezing at your ass. Anything to get you to be loud. Partly for her own enjoyment, but mostly to get back at her smug ass wife downstairs.

Makio’s hands slide to undo your kimono and you don’t protest, the excitement and speed of everything only making you more needy. As the fabric pooled around your ankles, your wife’s strong hands trailed down to the backs of your thighs. “Jump woman” she instructs. And you listen. The jump lets her hike you up, your bare legs wrapping around her waist. Next thing you know she has you pressed against the wall. Mouth trailing warm and wet kisses down your neck.

If you weren’t loud before, you definitely were now. Moans reverberating off the walls and back onto all the ears in the house. You gripped onto Makio, pulling her closer by whatever you could reach. She was always so good at working you up, reducing you into nothing but a pathetic and whiny mess.

Though you only cared less and less about how filthy the sounds coming out of you were as her kisses trailed back up your neck and to your jaw, words just as nasty as your moans whispered into the shell of the flesh she licked along. “I wanna make you cum harder than you did yesterday,” Makio admits. “Just bury myself between these pretty thighs until you’re shaking and begging for a break.”

The words make you whimper, a desperate plea leaving your lips, “Yes, all of that yes!” you speak. The permission was all Makio needed before her tongue trails down your body, prodding at your nipples just to see you jump before she kisses farther down. She holds your thighs to the chest, keeping you pinned to the wall securely as she drops to her knees.

Now face to face with your pussy, she stares in awe at the pretty little thing. Already so wet, glistening in the dim light of the upstairs hallway. Your clit perked out between two fat lips, just begging to be sucked on.

Makio’s tongue dragged through your folds ever so slowly drawing the most sinful moan from your throat. She kisses at your pussy, tongue not yet focused on your clit, but your slit. And it feels nice, she always was excellent with her tongue.

Even after all this time she never forgot what you liked. Which became even clearer as her lips finally zero in on your clit.

You make the mistake of looking down at Makio, who seemed to have never taken her eyes off of you. Eye contact always drove you wild and it made the filthy, squelching sucks she gave your clit that much more pleasurable.

In this moment, Makio wished she had a camera to take a picture of just how pretty you looked. Mouth open and eyes rolling back in your head as she harshly suckled on your clit.

She made you feel so sloppy, sucking on your clit just as easily as she sucked Tengen off. There was spit and slick everywhere. Dribbling on the floor, on your thighs, all over her chin. But that didn’t stop her. That never stopped her, the only thing that could when she was this into feasting was a warning tap on her shoulder or a spew of a safe word. But until she heard that she’d keep going until you were a filthy, crying and shaking mess.

Which you were close to being honestly. You understood why she took her time warming you up to her tongue. Because she was fucking relentless. Once she started working over your clit she didn’t stop, and it was driving you crazy. There was no escape, no way for your his to squirm in her strong hold and nowhere to run. She had you pinned. All you could do was stay put and whimper from overstimulation that came from the constant stimulation that graced your clit.

One of your hands came to pat at her head, as a way to ground yourself but also as a silent way to ask her to let up. But you should have known better. You had made a monster. A sexy ass woman who was addicted to tasting you on her tongue.

As if to reprimand you for even thinking about making her stop, she doubles down. And you swear this is the day you die. It was so much, too much. But she sat there, daring you to try and push her away again as she made you take every bit of pleasure she was feeding you.

You had the cutest pout on your face as the overwhelming feeling was starting to tighten the coil in your belly.

“O-oh m’god” you moan, it was hard to even form coherent sentences at this point. Only Makio could ever have you going dumb just from her nimble fucking tongue. “You’re gonna make me cum baby, fuck!”

Makio doesn’t move at your warning. Nothing could pry her away from your pussy right now. She could feel your thighs quaking as you grow impossible close. And she could feel your clit pulsing between her lips. Your poor pussy was almost done and she had barely had her fill yet.

But as long as she got you to cum loud and hard, maybe have you limping just a bit when she was done, she’d be satisfied.

For now.

You barely have time to warn Makio you’re cumming. The sensation feels so foreign right now you barely register it’s happening until it's happening. You’re rendered speechless for a moment. And only for a moment as your body registers Makio’s lips aren't stopping.

You didn’t try to fight her hold before as you knew you wouldn’t win. But your body was eager to escape now. Squirming and begging for freedom from the treacherous hands of overstimulation that clawed at your body. You wanted to cry and you swear you did as her ministrations drew a flurry of your juices from your slit, squirting over her face.

“Fuck baby please” you cry out, barely recognizing your voice from how broken it was from how loud you had been screaming .

And you actually sob as not even your soaking pussy isn’t enough to stop Makio, who definitely lied when she said that just getting you to cum would be enough for her.

“Makio please!” you plead with her. You didn’t even know what you were asking for, brain to dumb to really care or know. “F-Fuck, i’m gonna cum again!” you wail.

Makio knows of course, you’d be saying that a couple times this afternoon before she was ready to let her pretty baby’s pussy rest.

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galaxy-fleur · 23 days ago

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Frieeeeend, i finally figured i'd ask something for once :3

Any thoughts and hcs on mornings with remake Leon? What would they be like? Anything from fluff to domestic and even spicy stuff etc etc <333

On it chief! 🫡

Mornings with Leon... Well, first of all, I think he's a morning bird. Whether that's just his natural circadian rhythm, or something he naturally developed because of his training is up to your interpretation. But he will be up bright and early more often than not. Sometimes a bit too early, as I do think he has trouble sleeping. After all, there's a reason for those eye bags he sports in RE4R.

His morning routine is pretty cut and dry. He gets out of bed, washes his face, finishes up his morning workout, takes a quick cold shower (yes, he's crazy enough to take cold showers, he'll just shrug and say that they wake him up if you ask), and then he eats his breakfast. Which is usually something basic like quick scrambled eggs with a couple of sausages on the side. If he's feeling special, he'll go out for your classic greasy American breakfast. Sometimes he has a hair day, because of course he does.

Leon's mornings are more about efficiency than enjoyment. He just goes through the motions without much thought put into any of it. His body needs to wake up, energize and gather its strength for the day. So, he simply fulfills these requirements. He treats his body as a tool to be taken care of, and it's blatantly obvious to see when you can actually observe him going through his routine in front of you.

But it's different when he has someone to spend his mornings with.

While he will still wake up at ungodly hours, he won't be getting out of bed as soon as his eyes crack open. Unless he is called in to show up somewhere, he'll stay in bed for a couple of hours more. Mostly just enjoying the feeling of having you there beside him, breathing and relaxed. Even if you're a messy sleeper who snores and drools all over. He finds it cute, if anything. He relishes these tranquil times when everything is still, everyone is asleep, and he has nothing to worry about but not waking you from your slumber. He won't wake you. Nor will he bother you too much. He might stroke his thumb over your shoulder and give you a quick kiss on the temple or two, but nothing more. He's perfectly content to just bask in your warmth like this.

Leon will still get out of bed earlier than you, though. Depending on your own circadian rhythm, of course. If you are a night owl, that's just natural. I don't think he'll be pushy about you forcing yourself to wake up earlier just for him. If anything, he likes knowing that you are nice and cozy in his bed, getting all the rest you need. He'll tuck you in, kiss your forehead, and quietly shuffle out of the bedroom.

Usually, the scent of breakfast wafting into the bedroom would be the first thing for you to wake up to. He arranges his schedule in such a way that would allow him to cook you two your breakfast by the time you usually wake up. It'll be a different breakfast from the one he has by himself. Leon is a pretty decent cook, he just doesn't really cook much for himself. But for you? You'll be getting a delicious, fulfilling, homemade breakfast whenever he is around to make it. Or lunch, if you're the type to skip it.

He likes watching you paddle out of his bedroom with your eyes still foggy from sleep, your clothes rumpled, and your hair in disarray. He always gets a warm feeling in his chest whenever he sees you like that. A reminder of simple domesticity that you give him with your love and presence. He may make fun of your bed hair, but he does it out of love!

On the other hand, if you're a morning person just like him, you just might wake up to the sight of Leon beside you, usually already awake and quietly stroking your hair. It'll be a quick, gruff 'good morning' and a nuzzle to your nose. You are both still a bit groggy, and he's not one for big and loud gestures, anyways. If you two have a day off, some morning cuddles are a great way to start the day. It's usually pretty lazy and quiet, with you both just enjoying this rare moment of serenity and basking in each other's warmth. He's pretty comfy to lay on, so you can take advantage of that.

You two will probably work out together, even though you have different sets of exercises. Or maybe not. In any case, it's a wonderful way to start the day, whether you're doing push-ups and lifting weights or just doing some gentle morning stretches next to him. That, and sometimes a joined shower afterwards. Not a cold one, this time around. In this scenario, I feel like you two would usually go out for breakfast instead. Nothing fancy, just a favorite cozy place that you two frequent.

And I do think that mornings with him can be full of intimacy, too! Usually after he returns from an assignment, when he is a little more needy than normal. Leon doesn't like waking you up... but he'll make an exception, sometimes. He's way too tired to do much when he comes home, except for quickly hitting the shower and then collapsing straight onto the bed, but once he wakes up? He wants to be with you as much as he can.

Morning sex happens pretty often like that. With him gently nuzzling you awake, just to enjoy your touch and company he missed so badly while he was away, you two being way more lovey-dovey than usual because of the time apart. Just talking in hushed whispers and relishing in shared gentle caresses here and there. Ones that eventually turn into soft kisses and then a full-on makeout session with you two pawing at each other fervently, until you both are out of breath, and you are on top of him. After his assignments, he'd much rather just not think about anything and let you take the lead.

He'll be adorably more giddy the whole day afterwards, ordering you two your favorite breakfast and spending the day lazing about together on the couch. It's kinda sweet, just how much your love and affection quite literally lights up his day.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #this was fun to write #specifically because i envision og leon's morning habits a bit differently from his remake self #anyway yeah sorry leon would gobble up that horrific american breakfast it's terrible i know #/j!!!!

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foreverisntenough · 4 months ago

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‘OURS - The Epilogue'

Summary: A conclusion to what has happened in the ‘You’re Mine’ sequel 'Ours'

Index: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI - if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please like, comment, or message what you think of the series. 🐑 🤍

Part 1 - 'Sheep'

word count - 7.5 k

“Ready for two and five, beautiful?” Trent cooed early in the morning pulling you closer into his embrace under the duvet.

“Why does he have to be two? It’s too old. He’s just my little baby boy.” You dramatically pouted rolling your bottom lip. Trent leant down and kissed you, wiping the frown from your face. It was Theo’s birthday yesterday and he was officially two, Teddy approaching five.

“I know he’s our big boy now. Absolutely wild. Went so fast. I thought we brought him home yesterday.” Trent replied, kissing your forehead before rustling under the blankets to get more comfortable, sitting back against the headboard behind you pulling you with him. He let out a quiet giggle to himself. You raised your eyebrow inquisitively with a hum. “Nah, he’s actually so sick though, baby. I love him. He’s hilarious.” Trent explained his unprovoked early morning laugh. Theo was very funny and simultaneously very cute. He was smart, happy, and a little shy too. He was easily excited though and loved everything Trent did so it was a good match. Trent loved to fuel the fire, really egg him on. Having a son was everything Trent dreamed of and more.

“Yeah, he’s very cool to be fair.” You giggled thinking of your little boy. He was cool in all honesty. He just had a vibe about him that was ‘cool.’ Theo was the kind of little boy who effortlessly exuded a coolness that was beyond his years. It wasn’t just in how he looked, though he certainly had a style all his own. He loved wearing his tiny trainers, especially ones that he could match with Trent. There was something about the way he carried himself though—an innate confidence and curiosity that made everyone around him smile. He was curious about everything, and it showed in how he approached the world. Theo had this way of exploring that was both deliberate and fearless. Whether he was inspecting the flowers in the garden, fiddling with a new toy to figure out how it worked, or trying to mimic the way his dad played with the football, he did it all with a sense of purpose. That curiosity made him seem wise beyond his years, as if he was always on a little mission to discover something new. What made Theo truly cool, though, was something he very clearly inherited from his dad. He had this laid-back, almost effortless charm that made you want to be around him. He was the kind of kid who could make anything look fun and easy. Theo had this warm, genuine smile that lit up his face and made others smile right back. It was identical to Trent’s. His dimples just the same. He was the type of little boy who would give you a high-five one minute and then, out of nowhere, wrap his little arms around you in a spontaneous hug. It was that combination of being adventurous, curious, and full of love that made Theo undeniably cool, even at such a young age. “Very pretty too, like his daddy.” You continued on before kissing Trent’s cheek. That too, Theo was gorgeous. Theo was a carbon copy. Trent really had said, ‘copy paste’ now twice. He had beautiful big brown eyes, the cutest nose you’d ever seen and apparently all your children were going to be blessed with Trent’s signature pout.

“Mhhmm. Well, you made him so good on you, baby.” Trent joked pulling you into a tighter hug moving kisses down your jaw to your neck.

“I liked making him.” You cooed dropping your tone to a more seductive one as your ran your hands up Trent’s muscular back.

“Yeah? C’mere, make another with me. Let’s try to make an even cuter one.” He teased

“T…” You whined.”We have to go start on said five and two year old’s breakfasts before you go to training.” Despite starting this handsy situation. The reality of your morning wasn’t lost on you. You had about 10 minutes before you were about to hear ‘mama’ non stop till the first nap of the day.

“Yeah, fairs, but I got time though. Always do for you… and besides you’re already wet f’me. Hmm?” Trent had glided his hand over your covered pussy. You knew he did but you hadn’t acknowledged it yet just enjoying the subtly of it all. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on the second you woke up seeing that man next to you. Maybe Teddy and Theo would sleep in a little. Trent was right, maybe you did have some time.

“Mama, want be my best friend?” Teddy asked you with a smile standing beside you as you worked on making Trent’s protein shake at the marble countertop. After your slightly later morning in bed, you’d made it downstairs. She wrapped herself around your leg the moment you entered the kitchen and hadn’t let go since.

“Yeah, baby. You’re my best friend today and everyday… Forever, okay?” You cooed leaning over to kiss Teddy’s hair before standing back up and turning on the blender. Trent winced hearing the loud noise so early. He covered Theo’s ears as he sat in his lap. He just giggled enamored with Trent’s theatrics.

“Ted, you don’t want to be my best friend anymore?” Trent decided to get involved teasing Teddy. He usually was her top choice in best friendship but you weren’t complaining that she was asking you today. In the last year or so she had become more and more interested in all things girly so she was glued to you although her interest in all things Trent didn’t exactly fade any.

“Can have lots of friends daddy, tay?” Teddy informed Trent.

“Yeah, daddy.” You quipped cheekily. “What about you, my Theo baby, will you be mummy’s best friend?” You cooed, exchanging a protein shake for Theo with Trent. Scooping him up from Trent’s hold. Theo eager to be in your arms hugged you ardently smushing his face against your chest.

“My mama. Lub mama.” Theo mumbled against your skin with a nod and sleepy smile eased by the smell and warmth of your body.

“Tees, you’re such a mummy’s boy, huh?” Trent teased squeezing his little leg now dangling.‘Tees’ had just unintentionally become a nickname for Theo. It sort of stemmed from Teddy calling him ‘Tio’ and it just morphed into ‘Tees.’

“Lub Mama.” Theo restated to make his point clear with a bit of a bite. He was in fact a mummy’s boy and he didn’t care. He loved you and thought you were everything. It definitely fed your ego and your heart. When he wasn’t tired and wanted to play, it was Trent and a football constantly but the second he saw you he wanted a cuddle, immediately and not a second later.

“I know me too, mate.” Trent laughed, holding his hands up in innocence. He loved that your kids were so enamored with you both.

“Mummy, dada always with Tio. Not fairs.” Teddy pouted coming to sit on your lap. You were out on the patio in your back garden watching Trent and Theo kick a ball about in the grass.

“Teddy girl, you can go play with them.” You told her pulling her into your lap as you sat on a couch lounger. You cuddled Teddy in her little sweatset. She had adjusted well to Theo’s addition to your family but as Theo grew and began to be able to do more she definitely was aware when things were done without her.

“Like Tio more cause he’s a boy, mama.” She sniffled dropping her face against your jumper. Teddy’s eyes started to fill with tears. You rubbed your hand up her back and kissed her hair.

“No, that’s not true, baby. I’m sorry you’re upset though. Daddy loves you so much. I think you should tell dada that. He would never mean to make you feel left out.” You gently explained to her.

“Dada look!” You heard Theo call out to Trent. “I fast, tays.” You smiled seeing Theo running just because, showing Trent how fast he was. Your heart sometimes ached from how cute he was.

“Yeah go on, mate.” Trent laughed from his seat in the grass. You watched them a little longer until Theo had gotten tired so they made their way to you. Your little boy whined as he normally did longing to be comforted in your arms after he had had his fun with daddy. You took him from Trent and held him to your chest as he sighed cuddling into you sleepily.

“Baby bear, you didn’t want to come play?” Trent asked Teddy naively. Teddy stayed glued to your side. Trent definitely taking note. He didn’t realize he had made some sort of mistake so when Teddy huffed and hugged you tighter he looked to you for some sort of explanation or assistance.

“Teddy girl, can you tell daddy why you’re upset, please? Can’t just pout, baby.” You sympathetically smiled at her before another kiss to her hair. Trent frowned and plopped himself to sit next to her on the couch and pulled her onto his knee.

“What’s going on, baby?” Trent gently asked her tucking a stray curl that had escaped behind her ear. Teddy tearily got out the same explanation she had given to you. “I’m really sorry, sweetheart. You’re my baby bear I would never want to make you sad like this. What if, this week, you come with me to work. Would that be fun? Just Teddy and daddy.” Trent asked her, pressing his nose to her. A cheeky smirk began to pull her pout at its corners. She giggled as he dragged her into his warm embrace. When you had all retreated inside, one baby now very happy and the other very tired. Trent checked with you making sure it was fine if he took Teddy with him to AXA. He could take her in the morning and she could mess about, when he had actual work to do there were people there that would look after her till you’d come with Theo to grab her.

Teddy, being the spirited little girl she was, had been feeling a little left out lately but Trent was trying to rectify things. With Theo getting more attention because he was younger, Teddy decided she wanted some special time with her dad. So, when Trent suggested she come with him to work at AXA,her eyes lit up with delight. She eagerly agreed, her little face bright with anticipation. Once at the training ground, the energy was contagious. The crisp air was filled with the sounds of players shouting, cleats tapping against the ground, and the occasional whistle blowing. Teddy, clutching her own small football, was practically bouncing with excitement. Trent had set her up with a little goal, and they had been kicking the ball back and forth, her giggles ringing out every time she managed to send the ball in his direction. As the day progressed, you arrived at the training ground with Theo. You spotted Teddy on the pitch, her tiny legs pumping as she ran after the ball. Theo, nestled in your arms, seemed more interested in snuggling than joining the fun, clearly feeling tired from the morning's playtime. Suddenly, Teddy tripped over her own feet while trying to kick the ball. She went down with a small thud, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause. Panic washed over her young face, her big eyes widening with fear. A moment later, the tears started to flow, her small cries, shaky and scared for ‘dada!’ echoing across the field.

“You’re okay, yeah? I promise, sweetheart. You’re alright. Just a little fall, that’s all.” Trent spoke to her softly and calmly. He was at her side in an instant, his face soft with concern but also calm. He crouched down beside her, gently lifting her into his arms and brushing the hair out of her eyes. Trent wanted Teddy to be tough. “Daddy falls all the time, just apart of the game, baby.” He smiled sympathetically at her. You weren't parents who coddled but Teddy's big brown eyes crying always was a hard watch.Teddy buried her face in his shoulder, still sniffling but clearly comforted by his presence. Trent sat down on the grass with her, wrapping her in his strong arms, rocking her gently back and forth.

“Even dada?” Teddy pulled back slightly to look up at him, her eyes still wet but now filled with curiosity. She sniffled again, her small voice questioning.

“Oh, definitely. I fall more times than I can count. And you know what? I just get back up and keep playing. That’s how we learn, right?” Trent nodded and smiled warmly at Teddy wiping away some of her teats. As they sat there on the edge of the pitch watching some small sided games play on, Trent kept Teddy close, pointing out different players on the field. Whenever someone fell and got back up, he made sure to show her. “See that? Just like that, up and at ‘em! They don’t even let it bother them.” Trent playfully told her, squeezing her gently. Teddy watched with wide eyes, slowly starting to see the fun in it. Trent, always the playful dad, decided to make her smile. He let out a mock yelp and threw himself dramatically onto the grass, rolling around as if he’d taken a major tumble. Teddy’s eyes lit up, and a giggle bubbled up from her lips. Teddy laughed, wiping her tear stained eyes with the back of her hand. Trent continued his exaggerated rolling, and soon enough, Teddy was rolling on the grass beside him, her giggles turning into full-on laughter. They rolled and tumbled, Trent making funny faces and Teddy mimicking him, both of them caught up in the joy of the moment.

“T…” You called out cautioning him from the sidelines, a smile on your face but also a hint of sterness in your voice. He waved you off scooping Teddy up. Theo, meanwhile, was still nestled in your arms, his little pout already drooling on your chest, he still was just so little, too tired to join in on the grass but watching his daddy and sister with wide eyes. He was glued to you clearly content just to be close to his mum. Trent finally sat up, a grin on his face as he pulled Teddy close again, giving her a big, reassuring squeeze.

“Did you have fun with daddy today?” Trent asked Teddy and she nodded. “I’m so proud of you baby. Falling is just part of the game. What’s important is getting back up and having fun, okay?” He cooed, smiling down at Teddy, brushing a stray curl of hair behind her ear. Teddy nodded again her smile wide and her confidence restored. As they sat there, enjoying the moment, you came over with Theo still in your arms. You smiled at the scene before you—Trent with Teddy snuggled up beside him, both of them glowing with happiness and pride.

“You’re pretty great, you know that?” You cooed gently, leaning down to kiss Trent on the cheek, a silent thank you for always being the wonderful dad he was.

“I try.” He cheekily responded with a playful glint in his eye. Theo, still tucked against you, let out a small yawn, his eyes beginning to droop. You brushed a kiss against his temple, feeling the contentment of the moment settle around you all.

Trent had an away game. It was something you were constantly learning how to navigate with two kids. As the game was about to start, you looked down at her two little ones snuggled up beside you. Theo, still feeling a bit sad, had nestled himself tightly against you, his small face pressed against your chest, finding comfort in your warmth and familiar scent. Even though he had stopped breastfeeding a long time ago, he still found solace being close to you, especially when he missed his dad. His eyelids were growing heavy with sleep, and you gently stroked his back, humming softly to soothe him. Next to you, Teddy was wearing her ‘daddy’ Liverpool jersey with pride, but her attention was quickly drawn to Theo’s clinginess.

“Mama! Nos! Tio can’t either. Not fair!” Teddy complained with a pout, crossing her arms over her chest. Both of your kids just liked to be close to you but the breastfeeding ordeal had been a long one. Teddy didn’t like the fact that Theo got to do that and she didn’t but now that they both had stopped they would always find themselves still comforted by the proximity. You couldn’t help but smile at Teddy’s spirited complaint. You knew it wasn’t jealousy in a mean sense; it was simply that Teddy wanted to feel close and connected, just like Theo did.

“Oh, Teddy girl. You can cuddle with us. Everyone can snuggle with Mummy.” You laughed softly, pulling Teddy in closer with your free arm. Teddy’s frown quickly melted away, replaced by a bright smile as she wiggled herself closer, her little body fitting perfectly into the space beside you. You giggled, feeling a rush of love for your children. You knew that these moments were fleeting and precious—both kids just wanted to be close to you, to feel loved and secure. With one arm around Teddy and the other cradling Theo, you felt a deep sense of contentment, despite the absence of Trent. Wanting to share this sweet moment, you carefully reached for your phone. You snapped a quick photo of your two angels cuddled up to you, Theo's face smushed adorably into your chest and Teddy laying on your stomach, both of them looking utterly cozy and ready to support their dad. You sent the picture to Trent with a quick message…

‘Ready to watch daddy. You’ll do amazing tonight, baby. We’re so proud of you and miss you loads. Love you #66.’

A highlight of away days for Trent had to be receiving those little videos and pictures from you. He saved them all to his camera roll. He hated that he missed moments with you all but he appreciated you sharing even the small things with him. A few moments later, your phone buzzed with a reply. You opened it to find Trent’s response.

'I miss my babies so much. Can’t wait for my cuddle with mummy when I get home. Love you, beautiful ❤️'

At the stadium, Trent looked at the photo again, his heart swelling with affection. Seeing his kids in his jersey, cuddled up with you, made him laugh softly to himself. He felt a mix of pride and love, knowing you were all rooting for him even from afar. His teammates noticed the smile on his face and nudged him playfully, guessing he had just seen something special. Back at home, Theo’s eyes were drooping further as he nuzzled deeper into your chest, soothed by the steady rhythm of your breathing.

“Mama, I miss dada lots.” Theo told you in a soft, sleepy voice.

“Aw, I know, sweetheart. He’ll be home soon. And when he is, we’ll all have the biggest cuddle ever. Does that sound okay?” You kissed the top of his head whispering softly. Theo nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as he let out a small sigh. Teddy, seeing her little brother so tired, gently patted his back, mimicking what she often saw you do.

“Wan dada cuddle, mama.” Theo complained sadly. He just wanted Trent and it made you sad, a little guilty, and a little helpless.

“Tio, dada home after he’s on the TB, tay? Dada always comes home for cuddles.” Teddy very sweetly tried to comfort him. Your heart warmed at the sight of Teddy being so caring toward her brother. You gave both of them a gentle squeeze, feeling incredibly lucky to have such loving, wonderful children.

“Yeah, my smart girl. Thank you for helping me with Theo, baby. “ You kissed Teddy’s hair. “Will a cuddle from mummy do for now?” You gently asked Theo with a frown. He sadly nodded. You gave him a dramatically tight bear hug along with Teddy. “That's how dada gives a cuddle, yeah? How he hugs Teddy and Tees?” You smiled as they both giggled in your arms. This was everything. As the game played on the TV, you felt Theo's body relax into sleep, while Teddy kept her eyes glued to the screen, ready to cheer for her dad at a moment’s notice. You might not have Trent with you tonight, but you were together, supporting him in spirit, and that was enough for now. Trent, seeing the photo of his family back home, felt the same way. He couldn’t wait for the moment when he could be back with his loves, holding them close and feeling the warmth of their little family.

“I missed you so much.” Trent whispered climbing into bed with you after he returned from his away trip. He was horny, his hands all over you.

“Aw, we missed you so much. I had to try to replicate your cuddles but I don’t think I do it as well as daddy can.” You gently cooed, running your hand over his head.

“I’m sure they were great, baby.” Trent sighed a little frustrated you were not catching on. It wasn’t difficult to do but flipping between mum and wife sometimes got a little blurry. “I really really missed you though. Just you for myself.” He stressed as his tone dropped an octave and butterflies swarmed your stomach. He cupped your face and leaned in for a gentle kiss hoping he could start something. The kiss had your heart surging.

“I missed you, T. Hate when you’re not here.” You frowned pulling away from the kiss. You not only missed Trent when he went to games but you also missed your alone time with him. Having his full attention.

“I know, beautiful but I was thinking about how good it would’ve been if it had been me and you alone in my hotel room. Thought about you all night wishing you were in bed with me.” He explained and your heart rate picked up. God you wished you had a night in a hotel room with him too. Babies down the hall didn’t exactly allow for the loudest or most uninhibited sex.

“Mmm, I love being in bed with you, baby.” You hummed running your hands over his warm skin. The tension was palpable, thick enough to suffocate the air in your bedroom.

“Woke up so hard after I had dreamt about you.” He seriously told you but you couldn’t stop the smug grin from forming on your face. You looked at Trent with his pupils beginning to blow wide. His deep dark mahogany brown eyes staring back at you filled with greed.

“What were you thinking about T, tell me…” You asked him laced with seduction. Trent’s jaw clenched remembering what he had dreamt up while he was away but equally distracted by what was in front of him now. He gripped your waist letting you grind yourself onto his growing hard. He whined a little which had you grinding with more purpose to hear it again.

“Nah, nah, nah… just let me show you, beautiful. Been away from my baby for too long and want my lips all over this…” His lips began working their way down your jaw. “Perfect, perfect, perfect body.” he cooed between kisses.

“It was only 48 hours but…” You tried to tell him you weren't apart that long but cut your own self off with a moan. “I’m all yours. I want those perfect… perfect lips all over me.” You whined needing more of him. You pushed back against him to crawl over him, your knees pressing on each side of his thighs, trapping him in. Trent slipped his hand under you and begins to toy with your wet pussy. He gradually eased his fingers inside of you letting his thumb play with your clit. He curled his fingers inside of you in a way that had you falling to gasp against his neck. You rocked yourself against his hand desperate for more. It wasn’t long after until you were pushing down easing Trent’s cock inside of you. You swear you saw stars. It felt so good as he bottomed out inside of you. It took barely any effort for him to slide inside from how wet he had you. The noise of your slick and your moans was everything Trent wanted this morning… every morning in fact.

“So fucking good f’me, baby. Feel so good f’me.” Ternt moaned amongst a mutter of your name quietly echoing in the barely lit bedroom. As you continued to ride him sliding up and down on his big cock Trent’s appreciation for how good you felt was increasing.

“T, you’re so good, baby. I missed this. I missed you so much.” You desperately moaned as your pussy squeezed him tight. You were so close to cumming you felt like you were about to black out. You were getting tired and Trent could see that. Pleasure coursed through you as he attached his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

“I want you to cum on my cock. I need to feel you.” He tried to whisper but his pleads were hard to keep in check with his shuddering breath as you were working on top of him. You both were climbing to your highs

“Baby, please. I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.” You whined as your high crashed over you. You picked up your pace even though your legs were aching, you wanted more of him. His breaths were hot against your skin, audible. You rode him for ages in pure euphoria. “I love you.” You let out the most sinfully innocent moan in his ear. A sound he wanted to keep forever. His soul was completely in your grasp. The way you sounded and felt right now was his heaven. You pulled away and looked at him with twinkling eyes and he pushed up into hitting a spot so deep you had no other option to then fall into an earth shattering orgasm.

“Good girl. So good, baby.” Trent cooed as he picked you up by your ass and flipped you over to be underneath him. He picked up your knee and hiked it around his waist so he could fuck you at a new deeper angle. “Baby,” he murmured into your neck between heavy breathing. “Tell me you’re all mine.” Trent cooed, removing his face from your neck, grabbing and pulling you into a hot kiss. His cock continued to drive into you, desperate with urgency. “Can you cum with me? Can you cum f’me again?” Trent asked you with desperation.

“Oh god, only you, T. You forever. I'm all yours. Only want you always.” Despite your dickmatized haze you genuinely meant that. You only wanted him to fuck you forever. You were his. Your thighs began to quiver. His drew his face into your neck and let out a strained moan as he thrusted up a few more times before he filled you up. Your eyes rolled back and closed. His cum leaking out of you more as he continued to thrust into you a few more times, fucking his cum deep inside of you until he was empty. Trent fell onto your chest heavily breathing, tucking his face into your neck as you hugged him desperately.

“I love you so much, baby. You’re perfect. Missed you… and that so much.” He breathily laughed a little bit. You two laid like that for some time, soaking in each other’s company until the early traces of morning light rippled through your curtains. You were about ready to shut your eyes again until a little interruption pipped up.

“Mama…” A little voice called out to you from the doorway of your room. “Wake? What doing?” Teddy asked, rubbing her eyes with her fists awkwardly. You dropped your head against Trent’s warm skin and pulled the blankets further up you, hiding your bodies.

“Oh shit…” You giggled against Trent. “Hi teddy bear.” You cooed awkwardly, turning your head to look towards her.

“I cuddle toos.” Teddy sleepily called out taking a step into the room. Trent very quickly cutting her off.

“Nah nah nah. Mummy and I are just getting up. Stay right there for me, baby.” He stopped Teddy in her tracks as she listened to him. You laughed against his neck, hiding your face. Trent kissed your bare shoulder before slipping off the bed. He subtly snuck on his boxers and stood up. “C’mere you. What are you doing up so early, huh?” He cooed while walking over to Teddy.

“Wan cuddle with mama like you dada.” Teddy pouted, grabbing at his legs waiting for him to pick her up. Trent bent over and scooped her up.

“Yeah, me and mummy just were having a little cuddle this morning.” Trent winked at you and you tried not to laugh. There would always be a little bit of humor in skirting around what you and Trent got up to as adults away from your kids. “You and I can go start breakfast and then we can have some more cuddles with mummy, yeah?” Trent cooed, kissing Teddy’s cheek. He walked back over to you with her in his arms cupping your cheek as you laid in bed.

“Morning mama! Missed!” Teddy yelped excited to see you a bit closer now. Trent swiping his thumb over your smooth skin.

“Stay here, baby. Go back to sleep f’me. Me and this little bear will go start some yummy breakfast, yeah.” Trent turned his vision from you back to Teddy smushing his nose against her cheek.

“Have to still wake up one cute little boy, remember?” You sympathetically smiled at him.

“I know that, mummy. Me and our Ted can get Theo up though.” Trent tried to get you to go back to bed but you shook your head ‘no’ with resistance. “Alright, alright. Come on baby bear! Race you.” Trent kissed your forehead before putting Teddy onto the floor. As you heard their giggles get further and further away downstairs you slowly pried yourself out of your warm bed begrudgingly but then your heart warmed as you made your way into your baby’s room.The early morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over Theo’s nursery. The room was filled with quiet, the kind that only comes just before the little boy woke up. You tiptoed inside, careful not to make too much noise. You loved this time of the day—the stillness, the peace, and most of all, the sweet moments you got to share with your Theo. He laid sprawled across his cot, his favorite stuffed animal clutched tightly in one small hand. His dark curls were tousled from sleep, his cheeks flushed a gentle pink. You leaned down and gently stroked his hair, Theo’s eyes fluttered open, and the moment he saw you, his face broke into the biggest, most beautiful smile.

“Good morning, my cute boy.” You gently sang above Theo’s cot. You kissed his cheek a bunch of times as he squirmed.

“Mama…” Theo tiredly whined reaching up to you. His voice was soft but excited, still riddled with sleep. Your little sleepy boy was so cute still in his cozy pajamas. “Mama, up.” Theo reached his tiny arms up begging to be picked up. You couldn’t resist the request. You scooped Theo up into your arms, holding him close as he nuzzled into your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. You breathed in the sweet scent of his baby shampoo, feeling a rush of love fill your chest.

“Did you sleep okay?” You smiled down at him, your heart melting at his enthusiasm wrapping his arms around your neck. “Want to get ready for the day, Theo baby?” You asked him, kissing his head. Theo nodded against your chest, his bright eyes wide with excitement. He wriggled in your arms excited with anticipation knowing he’d get to see Teddy and Trent soon.

“Wear dada shirt, tay.” Theo told you as you held him in front of his wardrobe. Theo wanted to do anything to make him more like Trent. Literally anything, one of the cutest, maybe funniest, but easiest ways for him to achieve that was by wearing a Liverpool jersey what felt like everyday despite the mass amount of adorable clothes in front of you for him. You rifled through all the tiny clothes with a smile.

“Oh, my Theo baby, don’t you want to wear something else today?” You cooed gently kissing his temple combing through his jumpers.

“Nos.” He giggled pushing back your hand that had taken out a sweater he didn’t want to wear. “Dada, like dada, tay?” He giggled. “What dada wear?” Theo was trying to ask you what Trent had worn for the day.

“Daddy’s in…” You started to answer him but you had to pause for a moment trying to think. The only thing on your mind was Trent’s naked body with you in bed this morning. “I think white shirt, baby.” You laughed softly reaching onto a shelf and pulled on a white jumper for him. Theo clapped his hands with glee, his whole face lighting up as he saw the white top.

“Tay, me toos, mama.” Theo confirmed that was what he would wear today then too. You smiled and nodded, grabbing a pair of Dior track pants for him as well. Theo beamed up at you, his excitement contagious about the new day. He just looked so cozy. You wanted to hold him all day. Instead after you had got him changed, you held Theo’s hand as you slowly made your way down the stairs with him, letting him conquer each step. Hand in hand, you entered the kitchen. You felt a wave of contentment wash over you. The morning sun streamed through the windows, illuminating the warm, cozy interior. Everything about this house felt perfect—a haven for your growing family. The smell of breakfast filled the air. Trent was at the stove, flipping pancakes with a practiced ease, while Teddy sat at the counter, her legs swinging happily as she ‘helped’ him.

“Tees! Good morning, big boy! C’mere.” Trent cooed excitedly and crouched down to Theo’s level. You let go of his hand and he darted to his dad. Trent scooped Theo up off the ground with a grunt.

“Daddaaa!!!! Dada up too!” Teddy turned around seeing Trent picking up Theo. She immediately ran over to Trent and Theo, getting envious of the attention.

“Okay, okay.” Trent laughed with Teddy practically climbing up him. Trent helped her up about half way as she struggled. You just smiled and moved around them to get to the refrigerator to get some things out to continue on the breakfast Trent had managed half off. To be fair, you knew how Teddy was in the morning and you knew how difficult it was too cook with her and Trent particularly struggled getting lost in joking about and morning snuggles.

“Did everyone give mummy a kiss this morning?” Trent cooed coming next to you on the other side of your kitchen island holding your kids in his arms. Theo nodded confirming. “Me too. Teddy bear?” He looked at her awaiting her answer. Teddy gave a him a cheeky smile knowing she hadn’t gotten a chance yet. She leaned over and kissed your cheek. You gave her a ‘thank you’ grabbing her and pulling her back to you for a kiss to her perfect pout. Her giggles subsequently filling the room. You finished cooking and set your two little angels at the kitchen table to eat breakfast but it wasn’t long till Theo started crying for you.

“What’s matter, Tio?” Teddy asked, reaching her arm out to console her little brother. Teddy was so good with him. It was expected that she was kind and attentive, that was in her nature but you felt blessed she was so helpful. You watched them tucked in Trent’s arms. He kissed your neck softly. “It’s kay. Dada like kiss mama. I saw morning.” Teddy tried to explain to Theo hugging him.

“Just cuddling, Ted.” Trent corrected her. You giggled at his correction unwrapping his arms around you so you could go attend to your worked up little boy. Trent gave you a wink when you turned back to him to see him following you to the table. You scooped up Theo and Trent sat next to Teddy before pulling her onto his lap. The kitchen soon buzzed with laughter and chatter, the perfect start to another day in your beautiful life together.

Theo’s newfound obsession with sheep had taken over the entire house. Every corner he turned, he would let out a loud 'Baaa!' in his best imitation of a sheep, his little feet pattering across the floor as he giggled with delight. It was as if he believed himself to be a sheep herder in his own imaginary farm. This went on for days, and while you found it adorable and amusing, Teddy was starting to get a bit annoyed.

“Tioo!!!” Teddy groaned. “Stop Tio!” She whined annoyed by the constant noise as Theo ran past her again, arms outstretched like little sheep ears. Theo paid no attention to his sister’s complaints, too caught up in his game. He dashed around the living room, baa-ing even louder, a huge grin on his face. You watched the scene with a soft smile, your heart warming at Theo’s simple joy. Teddy, however, huffed dramatically, crossing her arms. When Trent returned from his away game, he was greeted by the sounds of Theo’s baa-ing echoing through the house. He immediately burst into laughter, seeing his son’s determination to embody his new favorite animal.

“What’s up with you little lamb?” Trent laughed coming into the kitchen scooping Theo up in his arms. You smiled again see the identical boys across from you.

“I wish I could explain it. I don’t know why he’s obsessed with sheep lately. I honestly don’t even know.” You laughed with a sigh, unable to explain the uptick of interest to Trent, running your hand over Teddy’s hair trying to console her but not ruin Theo’s fun.

“Sheep?” Trent questioned you squeezing a giggling Theo.

“Sheep. Past 72 hours nothing else. Teddy’s losing her mind.” You spoke just to him. “But you’re having fun, huh, cute boy?” You cooed gently pitching at Theos chubby tummy. His giggled warming your heart.

“Why sheep, Tees?” He asked Theo adorably interested to hear what your two year olds rationale would be.

“Dada, know sheep are softs.” Theo tried to qualify what merited the new obsession.

“Erm… yeah I guess, mate. Any other info for me or just that they’re soft.” Trent tried to stifle his laugh. He wasn’t expecting Theo to dole out any real reasoning but ‘soft’ wasn’t really high on his list either. He was also trying to work out if Theo had even seen a sheep in person.

“Cool toos.” Theo tacked on.

“Okay, soft and cool, that's valid enough. C’mere my little sheep.” Trent cooed, squeezing Theo a little tighter as he wriggled in his dad’s arms, still going on about the animal with unabated enthusiasm. Trent kissed the top of his head, clearly amused by his son’s antics. “You know, I think on my day off, we take them to a farm? Let Theo meet some real sheep. What do you think?” Trent grinned, turning to you, plopping Theo down to continue running about.

“I think that’s a great idea. He’d love it. And it might help Teddy have some fun too.” You laughed, nodding in agreement with a warm smile. And so the day finally came, and as they arrived at the farm, Theo was practically vibrating with excitement.

“Sheeps! Sheeps!” Theo yelled. He could barely stay still, his eyes wide as he tried to take in everything around him. The moment Trent unbuckled him from his car seat, Theo tried to dart off towards the pens.

“What are those! C’mon Tees! Let’s go see!” Trent excitedly continued egging Theo on. Frankly you weren’t really sure if Trent had an opinion about farms and animals but seeing Theo so excited had him gassed about being here. Theo bounced impatiently on his toes, glancing back at his sister. You knelt down to help Teddy tie her shoes, your fingers trying to move quickly. But Teddy was getting impatient herself, watching her brother and dad start to walk towards the entrance of the farm.

“Dada wait.” Teddy cried. She frowned, her tone impatient. Just as you finished tying the last knot, Theo stopped abruptly, noticing his sister was not with them. He turned around and saw Teddy still by the car. “Mama, hurry pleabs!” She asked you desperate to not get left behind. Theo’s face scrunched up with determination, and he planted his feet, refusing to move another inch.

“Teddy hurry pleabs!” Theo yelled. His voice full of urgency. “Sheeps!” He yelled once more with excitement pointing towards the animals, trying to get Teddy to understand they needed to go and now. You and Trent exchanged amused glances, hearts melting at the sight of Theo’s eagerness to include his sister in his excitement. Teddy’s annoyance faded quickly, replaced by a grin as she saw her little brother waiting for her. You encouragingly, gave Teddy a gentle nudge to go catch up to them. Really they had only gotten about a yard ahead. Teddy rushed over, and Theo immediately grabbed her hand, practically pulling her along as they made their way toward the pens. Trent laughed, following behind them with you. The sight of your little babies holding hands, Theo’s face lit up with excitement, made everything worth it. When they finally reached the sheep pen, Theo’s eyes widened, and he let out a loud gasp of pure joy. The real sheep were even better than he had imagined. He pressed his face against the fence, watching in awe as the sheep grazed and moved around.

“Hi sheeps.” Theo whispered in wonder, as if he’s discovered magic seeing them. Theo’s face broke into the biggest smile, his earlier impatience forgotten. He turned to you, his eyes sparkling.

“Look at him. What do you think, huh? Cool and soft?” You teased crouching next to Theo pressing your cheek to his chubbier one letting one of the sheep come over to you at a fence. It was a little too real for Theo though who got a little scared and turned to grab Trent’s leg.

“Mummy, kind of icky.” Teddy looked at you not really appreciating the smell. You nodded to her with a wink. “Smelly.” She confirmed once over.

“I think so too, Ted.” You hummed and although she wasn’t keen Teddy was ever kind and held Theo’s hand and listened to him squeal about how great the sheep were. You and Trent stood back, watching your little angels with soft smiles. There was something so heartwarming about seeing your kids share this simple joy, united in a moment of pure, innocent wonder.

“I really didn’t think spending my days off like this would ever be something I’d dream of doing but I love this.” Trent smiled with a bit of a laugh watching Teddy and Theo. He leaned over to you, his voice low and filled with warmth keeping your eyes locked on them. As the sheep moved closer to the fence, both Teddy and Theo reached out their hands, fingers stretching towards the fluffy animals. Theo was completely entranced, his earlier nerves replaced by a calm curiosity and happiness having Teddy with him. Teddy, now fully invested, mirrored her brother’s excitement, no longer bothered by the sheep noises or Theo’s antics.

“T… I think I’m actually … finally good.” You sighed feeling the gentle breeze and hot golden sun hit your skin. Things were good. Not finally maybe but more consistently. You were happy and healthy and you just loved the life and family you’d made with Trent.

“That’s everything I’ve ever wanted to hear. You always have been good though, baby. Perfect to me in fact.” He cooed and kissed your temple “Thank you for our family.” He whispered, keeping his lips pressed to your skin.

“Ours.” You concurred cupping Trent’s face and turning it to give him a soft and sweet kiss. The day was perfect, a new adventure that brought you all closer together, reminding you of the joy in life’s simplest pleasures… including sheep.

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Sallow Family mornings - Life after Hogwarts

synopsis ✧ The Sallow family has expanded--significantly. With five kids and only two parents, sometimes mornings can be really hard or chaotic. But thankfully, this morning, things are a little bit easier.

tags ✧ Fluff, even more fluff, man I really need fluff this morning, marriage humor (thats a warning in of itself lol), domestic stuff, toddlers (also a warning). But mostly just cute stuff.

word count ✧ 2.7k

a/n ✧ Some moreee dad Seb and mom Matty for your consumption lol and the baby fever is very high rn. Also as someone who works in childcare, I feel for all the parents out there. Y'all are doing an awesome job <3 Hope you enjoy! xoxo

A fourteen-year relationship in full, seven years of marriage, and five kids later, the Sallow family was finally complete. Settled down in a house to fit their size in Godric’s Hollow, every morning brought a new sense of fulfilling chaos.

Their two youngest, the twins Adonis and Anne, were now a year old, and somehow that made life simultaneously harder and easier in some aspects. But Sebastian and Matty were determined to keep up with their morning routine and get all the kids ready.

They switched off on responsibilities every now and then, and this morning, Matty was on cooking duty, making breakfast for everyone, while Sebastian was responsible for waking up all of the kids and making sure they were ready before breakfast.

“It’s almost seven; we should probably get the kids up.” Sebastian said to his wife as if his arms were wrapped around her, holding her close.

“Hmm, yeah.” Matty sighed, shifting closer to him, the sleep still evident in her expression.

In order to get some time with each other before the kids were up, they’d purposefully wake up early every morning. Sometimes it was interrupted if one of the kids had woken up early and decided to go to their room, but for the most part it was uninterrupted and peaceful.

“You want to stay here for a bit longer?” Sebastian asked, looking down at her as he realized she was still tired.

Matty chuckled. “Of course I want to. I’m in bed with the most attractive man alive—but I also let myself have said man's babies, so I have to take care of them too.” She giggled.

Sebastian laughed, shaking his head. “I hope you don’t regret that decision, at least.”

“Not at all and not ever.” She smiled, giving him a kiss.

After finally working up the motivation to get out of bed, Matty made her way downstairs to the kitchen while Sebastian got out of bed and down the hallway to his kids bedrooms. It was always easier to wake up the older ones first since they could basically get ready on their own.

Sebastian knocked on the boy's room door first, and after no reply, he gently opened the door. Both boys were still fast asleep in their beds. He chuckled before moving to Eleazar’s bed first, giving him a gentle shake. “Ele, it’s time to get up.” He said quietly but just loud enough to get the boy's attention.

Eleazar’s eyes fluttered open just moments later, blinking the sleep in his eyes away. The boy was nearly eight years old and always insisted on being the first one up so he could help Mummy and Daddy with their chores. At first, they would only wake him up first every once in a while, knowing it was okay for him to sleep in, but after he had made it very clear that he wanted to be the first one up to help with his siblings, they made a mental note to not slip around that and to just wake him up first.

“Good morning, bub.” Sebastian said, leaning down to kiss his son's forehead.

“Morning, Dad,” Eleazar replied, rubbing his eyes.

“You need help getting dressed?” Sebastian asked him as he stood up, making his way over to Marcellus’s bed. Eleazar shook his head and slipped out of his bed.

“No thank you, I can do it myself today.” He replied, his voice slightly determined. (As much as a seven-year-old could be, that is.)

Sebastian nodded his head and turned his attention to his four-year-old, who was still snuggled up against his pillows and blanket, fast asleep. Marcellus was the third child and a carbon copy of Sebastian. From his hair, his eyes, freckles, and even down to his smile. Sebastian had finally gotten that mini-me that he so desperately wanted, for better or for worse.

But, just like his father when he was younger, Marcellus hated getting up in the mornings, and it was always a hassle to get him up and ready. “Marcel, it’s time to get up.” Sebastian said, trying to shake him awake gently. But no budge, and Sebastian knew Marcellus wouldn’t wake up easily.

He chuckled before just deciding to pick the boy up from his bed. Instantly, Marcel didn’t seem happy about this, but once he opened his eyes and realized it was just his father, his head laid on his dad's shoulder, and he relaxed. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” Sebastian chuckled, taking a step back from the bed. “You still sleepy?”

Marcel nodded his head but made no effort to say yes; he just stayed clinging to his father. Sebastian left the boys’ room with Marcel still in his arms. He made his way to Caroline’s room and knocked on the door.

But much to his surprise (not really), Caroline opened the door just seconds later. She was awake and fully dressed already. The five-year-old was the most determined child they had ever met. From a very young age, Caroline had insisted on doing things herself after learning. She had already taught herself how to read and write, could tie her own shoelaces, and could get up and dressed all by herself.

Needless to say, Matty and Sebastian were very proud of their little girl. They tried their best to help contribute to her education and her interests. They joked that they had a Ravenclaw in the making, which they probably did.

“I’m awake,” she said, looking up at her father.

“I can see that. And dressed too, good job.” Sebastian chuckled, leaning down so he could give her a kiss on the forehead. “Good morning, sweetie.”

Caroline just gave him a smile, hugging his leg a little. “Where’s Mummy?”

“Downstairs in the kitchen, she’s making breakfast.” Sebastian answered. “Are the twins still asleep?”

Caroline nodded her head, “Mhm.” She replied before slipping past her father and making her way down to the kitchen to help Matty with breakfast.

Sebastian turned to go to the nursery room. Now this was the hard part. Dealing with two one-year-olds while handling a sleepy and grumpy four-year-old was definitely not the easiest thing in the world. He usually had to convince Marcel to go do something with Caroline and Eleazar, since he was always wanting to do things with his older siblings.

So right before he got to the nursery door, he crouched down to try and slide Marcel off of him so he could talk to him about going to the kitchen. Marcel made a sound of displeasure, holding tighter onto his dad's shirt.

Sebastian chuckled. “Hey bud, I gotta get your little siblings up, okay?” He spoke softly, trying to coax the little boy to let go. “I need you to get down, alright? You can go be with Mummy, Ele, and Caroline in the kitchen, okay? Go help in there.”

Marcel shook his head. “No,” he mumbled.

“Please? I gotta get your siblings up.” Sebastian insisted.

Marcel just shook his head again, and Sebastian sighed, knowing he’d have to make a deal with the little boy in order to get what he wanted. He was sure he acted the same way with his mother and father when he was his son’s age. Karma, he was sure of it.

“If you go now, we can sit down together and work on your reading later, okay?” Sebastian tried to coax him. Matty and Sebastian were usually focused on their two oldest when it came to reading and writing since Marcellus wasn’t quite there yet. He could spell his nickname, knew his ABCs, and a few other words; that was just about it.

But the thing about Marcel is he loved doing whatever Caroline and Eleazar were doing—which meant when he saw them practicing their reading, so did he. And he especially loved it when Matty or Sebastian sat down with him specifically to help him. And they enjoyed it too, of course. They were very proud of him for wanting to learn and tried to help out where they could.

So, that offer got Marcel’s attention. “Promise?”

Sebastian smiled. “Absolutely. Go down to the kitchen; we can eat, get you dressed, and work on some reading, okay?” He said sincerely.

Marcel nodded his head and finally let go of his dad, letting his little grip slip off of his shirt. And off to the kitchen he was. Sebastian could hear the little boy greeting his mummy, followed by Matty’s sweet voice telling the boy good morning and kissing his forehead.

That woman loved her children so much, and Sebastian loved her even more than he already did for that. He couldn’t imagine life without her or anybody else being the mother of their children.

Now it was time to get the twins up, possibly the hardest task of the morning. He was sure it was easier for his parents with him and Anne. Since after all it was just him and his sister with no prior children like he had. Sometimes he still questioned how his parents did it, but he was learning, and he loved his children.

He slowly opened the door and stepped inside, seeing the two cribs just a little bit apart from each other. For the most part, both of them were decent sleepers, hardly waking up in the night. And that was a huge relief for two sleep-deprived parents.

A year ago, their family was blessed with the last additions to their family. Twins, Adonis and Anne. A little boy and girl that completed everything. They were only expecting one, thinking that four would be the perfect number for their family. However, a minute after Adonis was born, Anne came along, causing quite the shock for everyone in the room. Somehow the little girl had gone undetected in every single medical appointment Matty had ever had.

But the shock aside, Matty and Sebastian would never have it any different. The little girl, who they had named after Sebastian’s sister, was a blessing in their life. Both of them were. Handfuls, sure, but they loved them.

The twins had been born a bit earlier than expected, and obviously that brought some health struggles, and they got sick more than other kids their age did, but regardless, both parents were just happy that they had two decently healthy babies. They were perfect.

Now the both of them were a year old and almost dead ringer for their mother. Both children, blonde hair and blue eyes. So, Matty had managed to get more kids who looked like her, but Sebastian had got his mini-me, so he didn’t complain.

Sebastian went over to Adonis’ crib first, scooping the little boy up into his arms carefully. Once he had woken up, he let out a few cries, unhappy about being woken up, but Sebastian quickly shushed him gently, putting the still sleepy baby at ease. He then made his way over to Anne’s crib, looking down at her.

It definitely wasn’t easy getting two babies up at the same time, but Sebastian had developed methods of helping. And the easiest one was to wake Adonis up, getting him to play while he woke Anne up and got her ready for her day and then swapping.

“Hey, want to play for a minute?” He asked Adonis, as if the boy could somehow understand him. He had to be careful when he put him down to see if Adonis would even allow himself to be put down. Thankfully, this time, Adonis only let out a couple of cries before getting distracted by a few of his toys.

Sebastian chuckled at how quickly his son changed emotions. Kids were definitely funny that way. From screaming to content in two seconds, it seemed.

He turned to his daughter's crib and gently picked her up, being sure to be careful. He cradled the little girl in his arms, making sure not to make any sudden movements that might disturb her. It was easier to get them dressed half asleep than awake and squirming around.

While Adonis was playing with his teddy on the floor, babbling about and probably slobbering over everything since he was teething. Sebastian skillfully got Annie dressed, and by the time he had finished, she was awake, her big blue eyes looking up at him. “Well, good morning.” He chuckled down at her, giving her nose a little kiss.

Anne just let her head fall in between the crook of his neck, still clearly sleepy. He turned around, looking at Adonis, who was still occupied with playing with his toys on the floor. “Now… how do I get you dressed when this one is definitely not going to let me put her down?” He said out loud, mostly just to himself.

“I can help dress the baby,” Ele offered from behind him, his presence unknown to his father until now.

Sebastian turned around, looking down at his oldest. “Are you sure?” He asked, knowing that dressing a one-year-old wasn’t exactly the easiest task.

Eleazar shrugged. “I can try to help.” He replied meekly.

“Well, I have a feeling he’s going to give you a bit of a hard time. So why don’t you take Anne and let her rest on you for a while while I get him dressed?” Sebastian offered, trying to make the situation easier for the both of them.

“Okay!” Eleazar replied enthusiastically. He loved all of his younger siblings, but there was always something special about the new baby. (Even if that baby was a year old by now)

He made sure he was sitting down, already ready to hold Anne. Sebastian gently placed her into Ele’s arms, making sure he had her secure. “You got her?” He asked, to which Ele just gave a little nod of his head. Sebastian gave him a little wink before turning his attention to his youngest son.

As expected, he was a little bit of a pill over having to get dressed, but eventually, he was all dressed and ready for his day, which wouldn’t consist of anything more than it did on other days.

He shifted Adonis to one arm and took Anne up from Eleazar in the other. It had taken him a bit, but he had practically mastered carrying two kids at once after becoming a father of five. Soon, he was finally making his way to the kitchen where his wife and the other kids were.

Sure enough, they were all in there. Matty was working on breakfast while Marcel was sitting opposite on the counter, looking over what his mummy was doing. Caroline was sitting at the table, waiting patiently, and Eleazar was walking down right behind his dad.

When Matty heard Sebastian’s footsteps, she turned around, seeing Anne and Adonis in his arms. A big smile appeared on her face, seeing her two youngest. “Good morning!” She cooed, leaving what she was doing for a moment to walk over to Sebastian and give the twins both good morning kisses.

“I can take one,” she told Sebastian, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“Are you sure? Not too much trouble while you’re trying to make breakfast?” Sebastian asked, just to be sure.

Matty rolled her eyes and flicked her hand, as if brushing it off. “I’m sure; now give me my child.” She laughed, taking Adonis into her arms. “Besides, breakfast is almost ready. Thank you for getting the kids up and dressed, darling.”

“Of course,” Sebastian smiled.

He walked over to get the table all situated, passing by the counter. “Alright Marcel, time to get down. Can’t be on the counter forever.” He said, hooking his free arm around the little boy and taking him off of the counter.

“Aww,” Marcel huffed, upset he could no longer go to watch his mother cook at an arguably close proximity.

“Go sit down, bud,” Sebastian said, ruffling his hair.

Soon, breakfast was ready, and all the kids were down at the table. It was always nice to have everybody together and not have one parent rushing to eat, get ready, and get out the door for work. Matty and Sebastian always cherished moments like these with their children, as they were always the thing that came first—the most cherished thing to them.

And yeah, it was hard being a parent sometimes, but it was worth it.

Always worth it.

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storm-angel989 · 6 months ago

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could I request Valentino x plus size fem reader?

Hi All,

As promised, a second take on Valentino x plus sized fem reader. As I mentioned in the last post, I am plus sized myself so stories like these greatly reflect my own insecurities and issues. If you emphasize, these stories are especially for you!

Learning to love yourself is a hard thing, but remember- all bodies are worthy of love and care!

Mandy

I stared down at the number on the scale in frustration and sadness. Six pounds. How the fuck did I gain six pounds overnight?

“Bebita, I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with your weight. Your body is perfect,” Valentino’s voice came from behind me.

I stepped off the scale and turned around. He slid his toothbrush back into the holder and stepped over to me. Another morning of going through our getting ready for the day routine, side by side.

“I just don’t understand how I put on six pounds overnight,” I said anxiously.

He pulled me to him and planted a kiss on my forehead. “One, you didn’t. Weight fluctuates. And two, why do you care?” He cupped my chin and scanned me with concern. “This whole thing is becoming an obsession, mi amore.”

I swallowed and he folded me into his arms.

“You know, when you wanted to go on a diet in the first place, I questioned it. You said you wanted to be healthier. I told you your body was perfectly fine at the size it is. You told me the doctor would say otherwise. And when I took you for a physical, who won that discussion, mi amore?” Valentino asked, not unkindly.

“You,” I muttered.

“Exactly. Your tests came back perfect. Your body is fine. So this whole diet thing, I just don’t understand it.”

“Because Valentino, you're a celebrity,” I grumbled. “People expect me to look a certain way being your wife and when I don’t, I get snarky and mean responses and I just….”

“Who?” he asked sharply. “Who expects you to look a specific way? Give me names.”

“Everyone? It’s not the point, I just don’t…I don’t fit the mold.” I replied sadly.

He tightened his grip on my body. “There is no mold, mi amore. This image you have conjured is one you’ve made yourself. I love your body, and your body alone just the way it is.”

I felt his hand run down my back and he pressed his lips to mine. I rested my forehead against his and took a deep breath. He was right. I couldn’t exactly promise him I would love my body, but maybe…maybe I could try a little harder.

“I know you struggle,” he said gently. “But maybe the first step is to get rid of the bathroom scale? What do you think, mi amore?”

Slowly, I nodded.

He planted another kiss on my lips and then pulled away, wrapping himself in his black and red bathrobe. “Good. I’ll have housekeeping take it away today. Now come on, Vox made breakfast and you are going to sit and enjoy every single bite!”

“Promise you’ll always love me?” I asked anxiously as he draped my own robe over my shoulders.

“Always and forever. The promise I made on our wedding day will always hold true.” He said gently. “And whenever you feel scared or insecure, my arms will always be here to hold you and remind you just how beautiful you are.”

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forthelostones · 11 months ago

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𝚙𝚝.𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 ; 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 ─── ⋆

⟡⋆˙୨ᥫ᭡. 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚞 - 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎!𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ᥫ᭡.୧⋆˙⟡

synopsis: abby was a woman whose presence was becoming deeply irresistible to you. in your final year of nursing school, you toil with the idea of pursuing her — ruin what you have or enjoy what’s in front of you?

warnings. 18+ (mdni); sub!abby, domsub!abby, sexual themes, jealousy, fluff, nickname: dummy, and modern au - pre-established relation.

an: hi everyone, i appreciate you all sooo soo much. happy friday... i am taking a break to focus on my own personal writing!!! so, sorry for the wait, I wanted this to be good and satisfying.

palestinians still need e-sims!!! click the link to figure out how you can donate.

(no y/n)

wc: 3.6k

Monday morning came with a vengeance, collecting you and Abby swiftly. You had been staying in her apartment since you returned home and had no complaints. Abby was always awake before you, getting ready for her day at 4:00 am, no matter if it’s clinical or lectures, her routine remains the same. Although it seemed insane, she thought you were silly for not doing it her way.

She’d roll over, squeeze your lower belly with her forearm, and cradle you into her body. Her nose was tucked in the crease between your shoulder and jaw. This happened around 3:50 am just before her clock sounded, with her small snores tickling you out of your dreamscape. Abby slept with a white noise machine, black-out curtains, a fan on the lowest setting, and a mouthguard. Her tepid body soothed you into the deepest sleep you had ever gotten. The blend of her honey shampoo and vanilla-pine body wash was intoxicating. Something about her presence allowed you to relax and feel protected — it was more than a feeling but a simple truth that Abby would protect you.

“Good morning, baby.” She groaned, words slurring a bit.

You reply with a drowsy, mumbly string of words.

Abby scooted down to the edge of the bed and slid her feet into her thin, black house slippers. She shuffled her feet against the hardwood and opened the door, revealing a black hole in the living space. Abby’s routine has been solid no matter what season of her life she was in. Early mornings lead to successful days and those days lead to a fulfilling life. She had many admirable traits that you hoped to rub off on you soon.

“Hey, come on. It’s time to get up.” She said, placing her hand on your cheek, wrapped in a towel after her morning shower.

“Abby.” You groan.

“Listen, it’s breakfast time, you need to get up, my love.”

Her 'my love' squeezed at the deepest parts of you. Tossing you into a whirlwind of unknown emotions that put a sense of fear into your bones. Her thumb began to caress your brow awakening you to reality. She leans down and kisses your forehead, her wet hair dripping onto the duvet. After stretching, you met her in the bathroom where she was blow-drying her hair. Although the sink was not large, she found space for your toothbrush on the porcelain.

“How should I do my hair?” She asked.

“Why don’t you wear it down? It’ll look really pretty.” You smile, covering the bristles with Abby’s expensive whitening toothpaste.

She ran her fingers through the strands and frowned. “I need a haircut. I’ll keep it braided. Could you give me a haircut later tonight?”

Abby’s icy iris’ shimmered sincerely into yours with a quiet desperation you can attribute to domestication and commitment. You leaned in, mouth minty, and kissed her softly.

“Of course, Abs.”

All nursing students were called into a meeting to discuss the next steps of their career post-grad, which meant passing a HESI exam before the NCLEX. You and Abby arrived at the hall filled with all your peers with matching strawberry protein smoothies. Abby insisted on taking your bag and holding it as you got settled, a sweet gesture that made you shrink once you noticed the other bodies in the room.

“When you go to the library, make sure to give the librarians your assigned access code. HESI books are not cheap! If you want additional materials see me later. Anderson?”

You turn your head to see Abby’s hand raised, a curious look glazed on her face. “So, are their online resources as well that are paid for through our tuition?” She asked.

“No. But like I said I will gladly see you after.”

Abby shook her head and leaned over to you. “Bet these books are from the ninety’s.”

You smiled at her and gently placed your hand on her knee. Her mouth tightened into a smirk. The info session ended and you and Abby had to part ways for the hour-long break between classes. She leaned in with her lips puckered, ready to embrace you. She sensed your reluctance.

“If you’d prefer no PDA, let me know.” She whispered.

You look over your shoulder to the students milling about the building with their faces locked to their phones. No one was looking because no one cared.

“No, it’s fine,” You mutter, planting a kiss on her lips.

“I’m going to the gym, I’ll see you or… you can always work out with me?” She said, pulling away.

“Let me think about it.”

Abby was getting weary of your indecisiveness.

She grins and walks away, leaving you empty, like you did something wrong. It made you question how could someone be so sure about something they never experienced themselves. Commitment wasn’t a common feature of Abby’s life. Her lack of relationships — you would think — should deter her from jumping into anything too quickly. But was it quick to her or just quick to you? You realize you’ve been standing in the same spot for too long and need to be productive with this break.

how was your holiday?

haven't heard from you.

You cringe at the second message because it's true, you two haven’t talked at all since Abby’s meltdown. That night Ellie took you to her place and consoled you. She may have appeared intimidating the night of the house party but there’s another side of her that’s so loving and forgiving — people didn't expect that from her, and neither did you.

“Listen, she just needs some time to cool down. I’m sure it’ll be fine. You need to take care of yourself too.” She said, brushing her knuckles on your burning cheek.

You turned towards Ellie and kissed her gently, melding into her mouth, the salt of your tears glazing her top lip. It felt right in the moment, a distraction. Ellie’s hands came up to your shoulders and enveloped you in a hug. Your hearts vibrated against each other, nursing more tears out of you. “Ellie, I’m sorry—”

“No, none of this is your fault, it’s okay love,”

Her palms rustled against the fabric of your top, warm and firm. You sigh gently into her neck, making Ellie ache for you. You lift your chin from the crook of her neck and press your lips onto the length of her throat. Her skin was syrupy-sweet, glazing your tongue with the taste of her. Suddenly, her waist was in your hands, and your thumbs were tucked into her waistband, massaging her hipbones.

“You want me to help you forget her?” Ellie suggested, tongue clacking in your ear.

Ellie spread you out on her bed, body under the lights still bruised from the night you and Abby had, serving as the reminder she intended it to be in the first place. The way Ellie’s eyes widened as she crouched at the edge of the bed while between your thighs made you shiver. She ran her fingers up and down your thighs, manipulating your curves, grabbing at the places she wanted her lips the most. You struggled under the woman’s grip, fighting the restraints she put on your hands, arms above your head, and wrists tied together with black silk scarves.

The red lights around the perimeter of her ceiling illuminated only the darkest parts of her. The outline of her short, brown hair and broad shoulders dipped downwards to plant a kiss on your belly. You bit your lip to stifle your moans. Her thumb played with the slick between your lips, the pressure waning when she came close to your stiff clit.

“Do you want me to make you cum?”

“Yes.” You mumbled.

“Okay, beautiful, don’t worry, just relax, okay?”

Ellie worked you for every last drop. You could barely hold yourself up in the shower as your knees trembled underneath you. She insisted that you shouldn’t bother putting on clothes as you dropped the towel from your body. Her tatted hand tapped the mattress as you crawled over to her. The woman’s body was sculpted and enticing, flourishing with sex. You cup her petite breasts and place your mouth on her nipple as you spread your legs over her thigh.

“Your flight…” She winched.

“What about it?” You sucked.

“It’s… early and it’s… late.”

“Okay, I’ll stop.”

Ellie frowned and licked her lips.

“Too bad, I’m already soaked.” She said, spreading her legs open and curving her fingers inside.

She moans your name, stretching her hole out on her two middle fingers. Her back arched as she worked her dripping pussy like she was alone. The sight alone made your entire body fiery. Her body slithered on the sheets as she increased the speed.

You spread your fingers onto Ellie’s thigh, and she flicked your hand away. “You don’t get to touch me now, just be pretty and watch, okay?” She grunts.

As the memories played in your mind, you sat on a bench outside the building, on the quad, legs crossed tightly, your thumbs pondering a reply to type. The wind blew a chill against the sensitive skin on your ears, burning them, “Hey.”

Ellie’s face was freckled with light cracking through the clouds. She sat down next to you, hair tucked away in a black knit hat, and wearing a premature glare.

“Hi.” You whisper.

She peered down at your phone, and the corner of her mouth lifted.

“I saw you when I was coming out of the Technology building. You looked cold.” She chuckled awkwardly to fill the silence.

“Ellie,” You start. “I'm sorry I didn’t text you or call.”

“I see what this is.” She takes your hands into hers and blows warm air into the cup of your hands.

“You do?”

“I fall hard and fast and it’s something I have an issue with. Maybe I scared you into something you weren’t ready for, I do that. I liked you a lot, and I wanted this to go further but I can’t keep putting myself in the position to be more for you than you are for me.”

You just nod as she lays a kiss on your cheek.

“I understand.” You reply.

Abby wiped the water from her mouth as she sipped out of her canteen. She noticed Ellie as she walked across an empty lawn, trekking towards you. She stopped in her tracks and watched as Ellie kissed you, her fist slowly curling into itself. The contact of her mouth on your body of any kind was the deepest betrayal she’d ever felt. The feeling of inadequacy pulsed through her as she watched the brunette slowly creep away, peering over her shoulder. Abby never fought, but the image of tackling Ellie to the ground was vivid in her mind.

In the car ride home, Abby played music over the impermeable silence in the car, something she never did. Her thumbs pressed into the steering wheel with a tightness that could snap it into two. The routine felt different as she placed her bag on the floor and kicked her shoes off aggressively. She made an intentional mess, a display of how she was feeling inside.

“How was your break?” She asked.

“What?” You quirk.

“The hour break we had. How was it?” She used her fingers to brush her locks to undo her braid.

“Fine, how was your workout?”

“Really good, finished early and saw you and Ellie keeping each other warm.”

Her hands were on her hips, patiently awaiting an answer. You take your coat off, set your bag down, and walk over to her causing her to step away from you. “Don’t touch me.” She spat, holding her hands parallel to your chest.

“Abby, it wasn’t what you think,”

She raised her brow as to say, continue.

“We broke it off. It’s done.”

Her face relaxed slightly.

“You and Ellie are done?”

“It’s over Abby.” You wrap your arms around her waist and kiss her with a deep tenderness that makes her knees wobble.

“It’s over, but she kissed you?” Abby felt the need to overshadow her blatant embarrassment.

She tugged her lip into her teeth and smiled.

“I wasn’t expecting it. I think it was a friendly goodbye.”

“I should’ve been direct with you.” She admitted.

“Yes, you’re right, you should have. But I should’ve told you immediately when I saw you before class.”

She kissed your forehead, “Can you still help me cut my hair?”

Abby pulled a chair from the dining room table and wrapped an old towel around her neck. She trusted you enough with the shears near her beautiful hair. Before she sat down, she placed the bands where she wanted her hair cut. It wasn't a lot off, but just enough.

Abby wasn’t used to being taken care of. She felt an overwhelming sense of elation. The mixing of her emotions felt confusing yet so clear. When you finished cutting and brushing her scalp, all she could do was smile. “Would you like for me to wash it?”

Abby turned to you and scoffed, eyes wide with disbelief. “You don’t have to, you know that, right?”

“I know, but I want to.” You kiss her forehead, and she closes her eyes, savoring the moment.

Abby bent over the tub in the bathroom as you removed the shower head and wet her scalp. The sweet, honey shampoo suds coaxed her freshly chopped hair, and Abby hummed pleasurably with every scratch.

“You okay my dear?” You asked.

“Yes, ” She replied with a smile you could hear.

I’m her dear, Abby thought. She was going to explode at the words alone, but she had to calm her beating heart. She was wondering if she’s pressuring you into commitment too quickly with no warning. But she couldn’t help it, everything about you made her fall deeper every day. You rinsed out the remaining product put a towel around her hairline, and pat her strands dry.

“Ready for your conditioner?” You say, squeezing a glob into your palm.

With Abby’s back against the tub, she just peered up at you, eyebrows damp, practically floating in the shine of you. “Abby?” You laugh.

“Oh yes, yes?”

“Why are you looking like that? Did I cut it too short?” You say, reaching for her ends.

“No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. Why are you doing this?”

“Helping with your hair?” You snort.

“Not just this, everything…”

You shake your head and begin to apply the conditioner tip to the root.

“I’m serious.”

“Is it a crime to treat the woman I like soo much?”

It was on the tip of her tongue. She didn’t just like you, she thinks she loves you.

“It’s not.” She shrugs.

“Let me take care of you. You deserve it, Abby.”

“I don’t. I really don’t.” A silent slip from her subconscious leaked, and moments like that didn’t happen with Abby. Her eyes fell toward the titled floor. You lifted her chin with your slippery hand, leaving a splotch on her chin, making her giggle.

“I’m not even going to reply to you.” You reply, dabbing her chin with the towel.

“Why do you like me?”

Abby sunk into the floor with her arms around her legs, pulling them closer to her chest. You crossed your legs and laid in the v-shape where her knees connected. “Who said I liked you at all Anderson?” You kid.

She scuffs and hides her face with her hands. “That was a dumb question wasn’t it?”

“No, because I do like you. I like that you’re so precise with everything. But other than that, I love how curious you are about the small things and how that impacts your attention to detail. These past few days, I noticed how you would throw my clothes in the dryer just before I wake up so they’re warm when I’m ready to go. You always take my bag to let up on any extra weight I put on myself, not just physically but mentally too. Rubbing my back until I sleep, soothing me. I love that, Abby.”

Abby knew her face was turning bright red, and she couldn’t hide it.

“You know that, right? Abby? You make me feel safe.” You add.

“I didn’t know that. I kind of think I’m putting a lot on you.”

You begin brushing the product through her hair in sections.

“It can feel like that sometimes when you spend most of your days with each other.”

“I can’t show my feelings in other ways than taking care of you. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? Abby, are you listening to what I’m saying?”

She just shakes her head, leaving you wondering what’s going on through that mind of hers.

“Abby. Talk to me.” You beg.

“I like you, I like you more than I’ve ever liked anyone before and the feelings are strong and unfamiliar. The sex just intensifies it, y'know. I want to take care of you, make sure you’re happy and overall content with our lives together.”

A string tugged in the lowest pit of your belly.

“But Abby, you do know I want that for you too?”

She retreated into herself, trying to shrink further into the floor. “Part of me wants that too and another part wants to accept it. It’s hard for me to receive it,” Abby felt reluctant to continue. “I don’t know.”

“What were you about to say?”

“Nothing..”

“Abby, please,”

“My whole life, well,” Her voice cracked. “I had to take care of myself. My parents — I never knew them well like I should have. Of course, up until I was maybe six my mom was around and my dad would always be working. I spent a lot of time on my own and I made sure I had to be the best at everything since that’s all I really had, being the best. Other than school, I picked up wrestling, Model UN, and Student Council, and I ran the Debate Team, I occupied so much of my time to distract from the fact that I felt so empty. Like I was searching for their love in other places.”

Her hair clung to the sides of her face, and suddenly she appeared younger, like that little girl searching for love that would fill her up. Your chest became heavy with apparent sadness. You wiped your hands on the towel around her neck and brought your hand to her chin.

“Do you feel like that with me?”

“Anything but…” She grinned lightly.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

“Yea?”

“I like you, Abby. Just for you, even if you flunk out of school, lose this brain, this hair, and this perfect body, if you wanted to lose the parts of you that you think make you who you are, I would still see you as I always do. Please believe me when I say that.”

Abby felt a tightening in her throat, your words made her feelings bubble over the edge of the pot called her heart. Her eyelids kissed, and a rolling tear tapped onto the back of her palm. She needed a moment, to herself, to let your words marinate in her mind.

“It’s hard—”

“I know,” You shushed her and kissed her cheek. “Let’s get this conditioner out.”

Abby stood in front of the mirror blowing her hair dry in her sports bra and a pair of cotton shorts hanging from her hips. Her face was stuck with a grimace that you wished to wipe from her face. You hug her waist, tugging her abs into your arms coating yourself in the dampness of her bra.

“It looks great. Thank you,” She said, turning off the dryer.

“Quit nursing school to do cosmetology?”

“I’ll support you.” Her eyes narrowed before kissing you, and it felt different like all her desires from the beginning were crashing into you. A frantic gasp left her mouth while your lips wrapped around her tongue. Abby burned with an urgency that you couldn’t quite keep up with. Her chest puffs into yours, fighting for dominance and itching for more of your embrace. Abby leans down to brush her palm up the sides of your thighs, hoisting you into her arms onto her waist. You knew she could throw you any way she wanted, but it became real as you wrapped your legs around her body. You raise your hands to the sides of her face, forcing her deeper into the warmth of your mouth. The thin road of your lounge shorts became saturated with excitement.

Although Abby yearned for you, she was sweet and supple, taking a fluid approach to her desires. She bit the bottom of your lip and sucked on the pink cushion. Her fingers explored the softest places she wanted to bite and bruise. She cupped your ass, pinching it with every lap of her tongue. Abby was levitating above this plane that you both existed on and merging onto a new one where only you two existed. She didn’t want to stop kissing you, feeling the weight of you in her arms this way and when you moved away slightly she frowned.

She noticed your chest heaving, full of eagerness.

“Abby, the HESI exam…” You carp in between the blonde’s kisses trailing your neck.

“I know baby,” She buzzed on your skin, fully aware of her routine of studying, bathing, then bed.

Abby knew school was her main priority, but in her heart, there was a shift to what the order of things in her life would soon become.

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cheapshrimpysheep · 1 year ago

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Taking Care of You - Older Demon Brothers

SUMMARY: What would a week with them taking care of you be like when you are sick? They taking turns to each take care of you for an entire day.

CHARACTERS: Older Demon Brothers (Lucifer; Mammon & Leviathan)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader, Kissing, Comfort

(Medium/long hair reader in Lucifer's part.)

WORD COUNT: An average of 950 words per character. A total of 3.120 words. (in this part)

COMMENTS: This was supposed to be shorter. So much so that this was supposed to be a post with all 7 demon brothers. But I think I got too inspired and ended up writing a lot, so I decided to separate it into two parts: the first with the 3 older brothers and the second with the 4 younger brothers.

I hope you enjoy ;)

CONTEXT: This happens in the original time line, not in the Nightbringer one. So, you live with the Brothers in the House of Lamentation.

You got too sick to go to RAD. You need to rest in your room. Fortunately, it's a human exclusive illness, which means it doesn't affect demons whatsoever. So they can take care of you without any problems. The doctor said you would have to rest for a week, so everyone will take turns taking care of you for a day.

When you wake up and open your eyes, you find Lucifer sleeping beside you. You wonder what time it is, but your cell phone is on the table behind your bed. And Lucifer was lying between you and the only way out of the bed. But he wakes up as soon as he feels you move a little.

“Good morning.” He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and as he does, his fingers run across your forehead. He then leans over and kisses your forehead to check your temperature. “You are a little hot. How are you feeling?”

If you answer "Just a little?" you'll make him giggle. As only you can do. But you say your head hurts a little and you don't feel able to leave your bed just yet.

“It’s okay. I'll bring you breakfast.” and he gets out of bed.

If you ask him about him being there, sleeping with you, thinking about all the responsibilities and work he usually has:

“Don't worry.” He calmly smiles at you. “Barbatos said he would take my place at RAD today if need be. And as for my brothers, harming me today would imply harming you in sequence, so I don't think they'll cause any problems today. At least not on purpose. Now, I'll bring you breakfast. You have to eat something.”

He brought you breakfast on a tray. Both yours and his, to have it together. While you eat, he reveals to you that the truth is that he kind of took advantage of the situation to sleep a little longer than usual. And being able to do it by your side, he couldn't ask for better.

He won't leave your side unless he has to. If you don't feel able to talk much because of the headaches, he'll pull up a chair to sit next to you and read a book. One hand holding the book and the other holding stroking one of your hands with his thumb.

Although he prefers to listen to his records in the music room, he will bring the player and some of his records into your room to play them for you. He can also handle some paperwork at the table of your room.

He tells you that no matter what he is doing, you can and should interrupt him whenever you need something. He reiterates that it's only if you have to and not when you want to mess with him. But deep down, even, if he doesn't realize it or doesn't want to admit it, he says that for you to do the opposite. Deep down, he likes it when you mess with him a little.

For lunch and dinner he will cook for you whatever you want. At lunch he will bring you food on a tray and encourage you to get up and eat at the table in your room so as not to soil your bed. He will eat beside you.

At dinner, if you don't feel able to go to the dining room to eat, all the brothers will take their plates and eat with you in your room. The table in your room only has six seats, so they'll let you sit at one end of the table and the others will sit around you. Lucifer gives Mammon and Levi a little scolding for, instead of finding more chairs for them and sitting at the table, they decided to sit on the floor, at your feet and eat there.

Satan and Asmo were the ones who sat next to you at the table. While Beel and Belphie sat beside them and Lucifer was the one in front of you, further away from you. Being the one who sits farthest away from you is the best way to ensure peace between his brothers. And he doesn't need a thing like sitting next to you to show how much he loves you.

After everyone has gone to their rooms and before bedtime, Lucifer goes to your room one last time that day. He knocks on the door, you let him in, and he walks over to your bed. He sits on the bed next to you.

“How are you feeling?” He asks you while stroking your hair. You say you still feel a little weak but other than that you're fine. he places his hand on your forehead, then kisses it. He leaves his lips on your forehead for a few seconds before pulling away. “You don't seem to have a fever. I'm glad.” and he caresses your cheek. “If, in the next few days, any of my brothers give you a headache, you tell me right away. You understand?”

You smile weakly and nod. He leans down and kisses your lips, very tenderly and I already missing you. “Goodnight my love.” He gets up and leaves your room, but not without, before closing the door, taking one last look at you.

A few minutes after Lucifer left your room, you hear a faint knock on the door. You say they can come in and Mammon sneaks into your room.

“The day you've been waiting for has arrived.” He says, lower than usual because of the time and you. “A whole day with the Great Mammon taking care of you.”

You pick up your cell phone and check the time: 00:01am. You laugh weakly. That dummy is so cute, he can't even wait until morning to be with you. He smiles at you, but there's a bit of sadness in his eyes. The laughter he loves so much is so weak. But it's okay, you'll get better. You ask him if he's going to sleep there with you.

“Course I will! And ya better don't complain.” You ask where he goes to sleep. “Oh, don't worry, I can sleep anywhere, even on the floor if I have to.” You tell him not to be so silly, that he can sleep in your bed with you. He blushes. “Well, if ya want the Great Mammon so close to ya, that can be arranged.” You ask if he doesn't want that. “Cause I want! Come on, give me a little space.”

You roll over and he crawls into bed next to you. He gets as close as he can to you. If you're facing him, he'll kiss your forehead and then touch his forehead to yours. One of his arms around you. If your back is turned he will be the big scoop and he’ll kiss your cheek. No matter in which way snuggled up he is with you, he will whisper, in his most tender voice, "Goodnight, (Y/N)"

Remember he snores. If you can't sleep like this, don't worry, Solomon taught you a spell to solve this. A spell that prevents Mammon from making noise while he sleeps.

You wake up before him. And when you start to get hungry, you decide to wake him up by picking his cheeks and nose and calling his name in a sleepy voice. He groans without opening his eyes and hugs you, hiding his face between your shoulder and neck. You tell him that you are hungry and want to eat breakfast.

“*Yawn* hummm... fine...” He takes his arms from around you and stretches. He sits on the bed and turns back to look at you. “How are ya? Besides hungry.” You tell him how you feel, still sick, but no headaches. You just still feel a little weak. He leans over and kisses your forehead. Then finally he gets out of bed.

“The Great Mammon will make ya the best breakfast and fill ya with energy. Ya'll see!” and his stomach rumbles. “Big enough for the two of us.” You laugh, even if a little weakly, but it already makes him feel accomplished.

He brings so much food that it's impossible for you to eat it all. Even for the both of you. He's a little restless, so he'll try to get you out of bed for a bit or talk to you or play something with you. But he will always respect you if you tell him he doesn't feel capable of doing something.

He will be like a guard dog, sitting on the bed next to you or on the floor leaning against the bed. Anything you need he will do it!

At some point, he'll remember to take advantage of his brothers not being home to steal some of their stuff to sell later. You will tell him not to do that and whatever you usually you say or do to stop him from doing his shenanigans. But you're going to do it so much weaker than usual that it's going to break his heart. What will make him behave at the end. Seeing the strong, confident person he loves so much, so weak. He is unable to take advantage of this to do anything.

While you are awake, he will always be with you, wanting to talk, watch videos on Deviltube with you, play some games, whatever. When you're napping, he'll still not leave your room, but he'll try hard not to wake you up. Maybe even spend some time just enjoying the view of you sleeping. And taking some pictures to use as his D.D.D. wallpaper.

At lunch he will cook for you, maybe it won't be the best dish you've ever tasted, but it will certainly be one that you feel the love with which it was made. If you let him, he will feed it to you.

At dinner, the places where they had sat yesterday were practically the same. Lucifer on the opposite side of the table and Mammon and Levi at the foot of your chair. It was Asmo and Satan who agreed to exchange with Beel and Belphie so that the twins could sit next to you today.

After dinner, as it was still Mammon's day to take care of you, he insisted and even started an argument with his brothers about staying with you at least until midnight. Lucifer agreed on the condition that the others would have the same right on the day it was their turn.

He stayed with you in your room for the rest of the night. At some point you see that he looks a little down and you ask what's wrong?

“Your illness is what's wrong.” he says, upset “This isn’t ya. Ya’re not this weak. Damn, you used to kick my butt whenever I screwed up. And now ya barely have the energy to be mad at me.” You ask if he misses you kicking his butt? “OI! Don't start with the calling me a masochist thing, you know this has nothing to do with it!” you laugh and tell him it's only temporary, that you'll be back to normal by the end of the week.

“But I miss ya now...” he murmurs. You get up to sit on the bed, getting closer to him who is sitting next to you and cup his face to make him look at you. You smile and tell him how cute he is when he's impatient. He blushes and tells you to shadup. And that's when you kiss his lips. He puts his arms around you to pull you as close to him as possible and melting into your kiss. Showing you how much he misses you.

You only break away from the kiss when you hear someone at the door. And turn away from each other right before opened the unlocked door.

“PDA Police!” Levi entered your room. “Your time is up Mammon! It's officially my day to take care of (Y/N). If you stay here one more minute, you're breaking the law.”

“Hey, hold up a sec!” Mammon says “Doesn't PDA stand for Public Display of Affection? Where the heck is doin’ anythin’ in a room of your house Public?”

“Today the P stands for both Public and Private. But anyway, the deal is that you could stay here until midnight. And it's already past that time.”

You and Mammon check the time: 00:05am

“Pfff, fine!” Mammon says, upset. “Just because I don't want to start arguing with you and give (Y/N) headaches. But you come with me! I'll go to my room if you go to yours.”

“Argh, fine!” then Levi looks at you and says in a sweet voice: "Good night (Y/N)~"

“Yah, yah, let's go!” Mammon grabs Levi by the collar and takes him out of your room with him.

After a few minutes, you receive a message from Mammon: "Good night." with the kiss sticker. You wish him goodnight as well and then receive a message from Levi: “Hi, um... I know Lucifer and Mammon kept you company the other nights. Well, it's my turn to take care of you today. So... um... you don't want me to keep you company until tomorrow, do you?” You tell him you would love that.

After his messages: "Hum??? Really?! I'M ON MY WAY!!!!" you hear a polite knock on your door. You let him in and when he gets close to you, you see that he's holding something: A small round aquarium with Henry in it.

“He also wanted to see how you were doing.” Levi says. You see the little goldfish looking at you and moving its little mouth. And it makes you smile. Those two are so cute. Your smile makes Levi smile too and warms his heart. “You don't mind if he keeps you company too, do you?”

Of course not! Two are better than one. He puts the aquarium on the table in your room. Then he comes back to you, with his index fingers touching each other. “Hum... Do you think I... I... hum...” Boy was blushing so hard!

“If you can sleep with me?” you finish.

“I- ah- y-y-y-yeah. B-but if you don't want to is fine! I can sleep somewhere else. Just need a pillow.”

You tell him there's no need for that. You shift in bed to give Levi room to lie down and pat the bed to encourage him. He’s still blushing a lot, but he lies down next to you.

If you show him how much you want him there with you, by moving closer to him, hugging him, kissing him goodnight, the more affectionate side of him will come out. He hugs you with the greatest affection and kisses you as if you were the cutest plush of his favourite character. Maybe because you are, but maybe right now you're more like a body pillow. You fall asleep in his loving arms.

You wake up before him. Whatever he's dreaming, it must be a very pleasant dream, because he have the most cute smile on his face. If you try to wake him by whispering his name, he will whisper yours, still in his dreams. His arms are still around you like they never want to let you go.

You watch him sleep for a moment, until you started poking him to wake him up because you were hungry. You start tickling him and he wakes up right away.

“Ha ha ha ha ha! St-top! NO! T-this is the lowest of blows! Ha ha ha!” You stop, and say good morning to him. He sulks looking at you. “You're so mean...” he says, still a little sleepy.

You give him a quick peck on his lips. “Sorry~” You kill this boy. Your cuteness almost gives him a heart attack. You're more then forgiven. You tell him you're hungry and he gets up to go make your breakfast. He comes back with toast and whatever you like to drink with it.

At lunch, he takes a long time in the kitchen. So much so that you send him a message asking if everything is okay and he replies saying yes, that he is preparing a surprise for you.

When he comes back, he brings two lunchboxes: one for you and one for him. He sits down with you at the table and sets his aside to open yours and show you what's inside. It’s a bentō and inside you see your lunch decorated with the cutest and most romantic theme you've ever seen! While his bentō is not decorated in any special way. All that time was spent making yours.

If you show him how much you love him for it, you'll do it less energetically than usual because you're still sick. But this will make his heart melt even more. Even sick you still try to use your energies to show how much you love him and how grateful to him you are. THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE THE WONDERFUL AND INCREDIBLE PERSON YOU ARE!!! And if you let him, he still feeds you! You melt each other's hearts.

During the rest of the day he won't leave your side if it's not necessary, and will try to do things with you like playing games together, watching anime, movies and series together, etc. Maybe even snuggled together in bed while doing those things.

But if you need to take a nap because you don't feel so good, he won't wake you up at all. However, he is quite capable of spending your entire nap watching you. Taking so many pictures of you that he could fill an album. And generally being completely captivated by how cute you look when you sleep.

At dinner, the same as on other nights: Lucifer opposite you, Levi and Mammon at your feet, and, today, Asmo and Satan back at your side in the table.

Before midnight, Levi returns to your room and asks you how you feel. He had already taken Henry back to the tank in his room. You say you're fine, even though you're still sick and feeling a little weak.

“Are you sure you don't feel worse?” he asks. You look at him, confused and ask him why he was asking that. “I don't know. It could have happened. If... I haven't taken good care of you...” he says lower, and looking at the floor.

You tell him he's being silly. Of course he took very good care of you. And you had a way of proving it to him. You tell him to get closer to you, and and for him to lower himself to be at your level. And you kiss his lips with the same love and care he took care of you that day.

He doesn't want to leave your room, but midnight is approaching and his turn is coming to an end. He kisses you good night, wishes you well and leaves.

To be continued…

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

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silenttrxxs · 2 months ago

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mafia boss choi san! x reader

part 3 - bit fluffy tbh im hoping to keep this going a little ... (as and when i get time)

the morning sun spills through the window, covering the room in a golden glow, rolling over you jump a little as your arm falls gently over his chest, the slow rise and fall of his chest making your heart ache in a way that has never happened before. You shut your eyes and tried to slow your breathing ensuring that the man under you stayed asleep.

little did you know that the man above was wide awake, dealing with the same struggle as you. his heart beating against his chest, he placed his hand over your hand and tried to maintain a state of sleep. He looked at the sight below your eyes shut and your breathing lulling him into a state of relaxation it had been years since he had felt this kind of relaxation.

he had always had a hard time taking a moment to himself to contain his emotions, being the boss of his team was a lot, everyone looked to him to be the face of them, to show the "scary" side of him all the time but he longed to feel normal. just once, and being here with you was just what he dreamed of.

He smiled to himself as he looked down at you, taking his hand and gently brushing the hair from your face as you slept, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"i think im going to keep you around a lot longer" he breathed out as he looked around the room, he sighed and slid out of the bed laying your body down and placing his hoodie in your arms before dissapearing into the kitchen. He dissmissed the kitchen staff before grabbing two plates and cooking some breakfast for you both. He was determined to have a normal day today, to show you his "human" side more; the real choi san.

he smiled as he heard the patter of your feet coming down the stairs, he carried on flipping the pancakes and giving you a quick glance and smile. his body heating up as he felt your arms slide around his waist as he cooked the food.

"morning baby" he said placing the spatuala down and turning to embrace you fully.

"morning sannie" you giggled as you looked up into his eyes.

"my cutie" he says before smiling and placing you on the counter next to him as he cooked.

"if this tastes good i get 100 kisses just saying" he says laughing and looking at you.

"thats an awfully cute thing to say for a big scary mafia boss" you laugh and lean over kiss his cheek, causing him to blush furiously.

he giggled and shook his head before grabbing your neck and pulling you into a deep kiss. leaving you slightly stunned. "trust me i can ensure you know your place too" he said before looking back at the food and plating it.

#ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #ateez san x reader #ateez san #choi san #brown88

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statelysapphic · 1 year ago

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Bonus Mom

Alex Blake x Fem!Reader

Summary: As your relationship with Alex Blake progressed, you knew you would have to win over her son Ethan. Your efforts prove successful in ways you didn't imagine.

Warnings: Brief mention of divorce. Canon Divergence. Let me know if I missed any<3

A/N: Hi all! Hope everyone is doing well! Here's a little Alex Blake fic for you. I was recently inspired by @prentiss-theorem's fic Persuasion and also wanted to give Alex Blake the happiness she deserves. That being said, Ethan is alive in this. I'd love to know what you think! Thank you! <3

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“And here you are, Ethan,” you said, placing his plate on the table in front of him, “two super fluffy chocolate chip pancakes and some bacon, just for you.” He smiled widely at the feast before him, licking his lips in anticipation. They’re his favorite, and he won’t let you forget it. Although you don’t like to brag, you know you make a damn good pancake, having Ethan’s seal of approval was an ego boost. Smiling, you ruffled the boy’s hair and turned around to check on Alex, who sat beside her son. “More coffee, love?” You asked.

“No thank you, sweetheart,” she smiled, “Sit and drink yours before it gets cold.” You placed a kiss on her forehead and made your way around the table to sit across from Alex. You loved the mornings when the three of you could eat breakfast together, especially when Alex didn’t have any work to attend to, like this morning. You picked up your warm mug and moved it up to your face, inhaling deeply, before sipping on the light roast.

Ethan signed dramatically at the first bite of his breakfast. “Your pancakes are my favorite!” He exclaimed, “Thanks, mom!” the boy beamed at you.

What?

You paused, noticing Alex had done the same. The muscles in your face relaxed for a moment before you felt tears collect in the corners of your eyes, blinking away unshed tears. “Of course, buddy,” you replied quickly, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. Perhaps it was a mistake, and the last thing you wanted to do was embarrass him by commenting on it. Though, you would be lying if you said you didn’t melt a bit at the title. You didn’t think you would ever be a mother, knowing you didn’t want to give birth to a child. But when you met Ethan close to a year into your relationship with Alex, you knew you wanted to be a motherly figure for him. But you never expected him to want to call you mom. It was something you could get used to.

You looked at Alex, who was wiping away tears before her son could see. You knew this was a big step within your relationship. Early on, she expressed concern over how Ethan would react to the relationship. Though her divorce from James was amicable, and the two got along post-divorce, she knew it affected her son emotionally, so the fact that you and Ethan got along meant the world to her.

“Is it okay that I called you mom?” The boy asked, nerves present in his voice.

“Of course it is, Ethan.” You smiled, “You can call me whatever you feel most comfortable with.”

“That’s what Dad said too,” he replied.

“You asked your dad about it?” Alex asked. Ethan simply nodded in reply, taking another bite of his breakfast. “And he said you should call her whatever you feel most comfortable with?” She questioned the boy once again, receiving another nod from him.

“He said if she treats me and loves me like her own son, then it wouldn’t be a problem to call her mom. After all, it is pretty cool to have a bonus mom.”

“Well he’s right,” Alex said, without hesitation, “Bonus moms are pretty cool.”

The tears that you had held back began to flow freely. Wanting to hide them from Ethan, you stood to make your way to the kitchen, but not before planting a kiss on top of the boy's head and whispering, “You are the best son I could have asked for, Ethan. Just bring your plate to the kitchen when you’re done. I’m going to start the dishes.”

You padded through the kitchen to the sink and started washing the breakfast mess, still reeling from the events that just transpired. As a child of divorce yourself, you knew how difficult it could be to accept a parent’s new partner. You never wanted to overstep or push any boundaries with Ethan, always allowing his mother to be the parent. You didn’t want the boy to feel forced into having a relationship with you, so you let him set the pace. Thankfully, your anxieties were squandered shortly after meeting him.

It had been almost a year since Alex introduced you to her son. The first few times the three of you spent time together had been spent outside of their home: the movie theatre, a restaurant, and even mini-golfing, per Ethan’s request. Public dates turned into private evenings at home, just the three of you, after just two months because Ethan wanted to show you his Lego collection. Dinner and movie nights turned into weekend sleepovers, which turned into some weekday sleepovers. Now, you only spend one or two nights a week at your place. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you failed to hear Alex walk into the kitchen, only becoming aware of her presence when she wrapped her arms tightly around your waist. “You okay?” She asked, pressing a kiss into the side of your neck, letting her soft, velvety lips linger. You tilted your head to give her more access and hummed in response.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been better,” you said, realizing at that moment just how perfect everything was. That you were living a life you’ve always dreamt of.

“Good. Me too,” she whispered, “But you can make things even better by moving in with us.” You dropped the half-washed bowl in the sink with a clatter and spun around in the woman’s arms.

“Really?” You asked excitement in your voice.

“Of course,” she replied, leaning into you to rest her forehead on yours, “You’re here most of the time anyway, and the little man of this house specifically requested it.” You both chuckled.

“How can I say no to that?”

“I don’t think you can,” she said, capturing your lips with hers. You could feel the love she was pouring into the kiss as she held you tighter. She pulled away first, releasing her grip on your waist as well, before turning around and yelling, “She’s moving in, Ethan!”

“WOO!” You heard the boy yell from the dining room, causing you and Alex to laugh at his excitement.

“Thank you for loving him,” Alex said as her face softened and eyes burned with unshed tears.

“Loving you means loving him, and he made it easy,” you replied. “You don’t have anything to thank me for. He’s an amazing kid, Alex, and I’m thankful to be a part of his life.” She cupped your cheeks and kissed you again, just as deep and loving as before. You pulled away first this time and whispered, “Go, I’ll finish the dishes.” She kissed the tip of your nose before returning to the dining room.

You smiled to yourself, knowing this was something you would cherish forever.

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sosa2imagines · 8 months ago

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Misunderstanding. Part 3.

Warnings- Angst, misunderstandings, both being idiots. -----------------------------------------------------

You hardly slept. But you know, you had to get up, before anyone sees you in the lounge, sleeping in the party gown and messed up make up.

You quietly went inside your shared room. Steve was thankfully sleeping like a baby; his innocent face was warming your heart. But at the same time whatever happened yesterday, followed by the party was breaking you.

You removed his socks and shoes, unbuckled his belt and opened top three buttons of his shirt, pulling the covers on him. You wanted to kiss his forehead, but decided against it. Laurie is beautiful not you. You went for a quick shower, thankfully Steve was still asleep. You got ready and went for breakfast, only to be greeted by Nat and Wanda.

“Good morning sexy” Nat smile. “Good morning Nat, Wanda” you greet. “Good morning, ooh someone was naughty last night.” Wanda teases. “What you mean?” you ask in confusion. “We can see the love mark silly.” she chuckles, you give her a soft smile, instead of replying. “Cap gone crazy drinking asgardian special?” Nat raises her eyebrows biting her lower lip. “Yeah something like that...” you tell them, turning around to avoid looking at them.

But who can fool a kickass assassin and a mind reader?

“Y/n what's wrong?” Nat asks turning you around to face them. “Nothing, just a stupid argument, nothing big really.” You half lie, half-truth answer her.

“Is that so kid?” Tony asks from behind, making you jump, being caught off guard “Jesus Tony you scared me…” you tell placing a hand on your heart.

Nat puts her hand on your shoulder and asks again “What's wrong Y/n? you know you cannot lie, even if your life depends on it.” “Told you, just a stupid argument…” suddenly Wanda gasp out loud.

Wanda had taken the liberty to read your mind.

“Wanda stop reading my mind, please…” you beg her, as your eyes well up. Wanda was already crying, feeling your pain. Nat rushes to her, while Tony stands next to you, thinking he knows everything, except for the fact, he does not know what happened, after you and Thor left him to deal with Erik.

“Wanda tell me, what is she hiding?” Nat asks. Wanda just embraces you in a tight hug, while Nat and Tony exchange a look.

Meanwhile Bucky comes in the kitchen, looking for Steve for their workouts, but stops in his tracks seeing all of you. “Hey anything wrong? And has anyone seen Steve?” Bucky asks, furrowing his eyes, looking at each one of you. “He is still sleeping.” you reply. “What? He never sleeps still so late.” Bucky states.

“That's because he is an idiot!” Wanda tells in a stern voice, making everyone, except you, confuse. Bucky obviously don't know anything, he asks Wanda, why she thinks Steve is an idiot, and she looks at you to tell them. But seeing your state, she tells them everything from your arrival to Erik attacking you, to Steve kissing Laurie and finally the argument, him assuming, you cheating on him with Thor.

“That son of…” Tony was about to name call Steve, when you stopped him, “Tony no, please don't” you plead. “How can you defend him Y/n?” Tony asks, looking at you worriedly. “Tony is right, that punk has no right to treat you like this!” Bucky says, agreeing with Tony. “Bucky, he was drunk, not even in his senses…” “That does not mean, he can kiss someone else, without knowing the damn truth” Nat tells you.

You know, somewhere they all had a point, how much can you cover, what’s going on between Steve and you?

Not knowing what else to say, you leave the kitchen and decide to go outside for a stroll.

Nat notices you leaving, she quickly stops you, “Y/n wait, let’s go together, out for a walk.” You nod and tell her, to meet you outside while you go and grab your wallet.

As soon as you leave, Wanda tells them about, your insecurity towards your scar, and Steve calling Laurie beautiful.

“Wanda please, hit him extra hard on behalf of me.” With that request, Nat leaves and you two go out for a stroll.

Some minutes later, Steve enters the kitchen only to be greeted by a slap from Tony, getting shoved to the wall by Bucky and lots of books thrown at him by Wanda.

Angry, Steve yells at them “What is wrong with you all?” “What’s wrong with us? What is wrong with you, old man?” Tony yells. “What do you want Tony?” Steve asks, his hangover making him feel irritated.

“What did you do to Y/n?” Tony asks. “I did nothing to her” Steve tells. “Oh yeah where is she?” Tony asks again. “I don't know must be with Thor” Steve mumbles, but everyone heard him.

Wanda throws more books at him, “You idiot she is out with Natasha, what the hell is wrong with you?” “She's out with Nat? Fine! But she is meeting him today and stop throwing all the books at me!” Steve whines, caressing his own head. “I read her mind and I know the truth, which you are obviously clueless about!”

“What are you talking about? Buck did you come to my room?” “No I did not.” Bucky barks and Steve just glares at him.

“Who helped me then?” Steve asks, getting impatient.

“Oh my god, you are so dumb! Even after being out of the ice, your brain is still half frozen!” Tony screams at him. “Why am I dumb?” Steve asks, pouting slightly. “Because it was Y/n who helped you.” Wanda replies. “Why? She was supposed to be....” “Don't start with Thor again, be glad he is not here yet.” Bucky warns him, cutting him off mid sentence. “I'm not scared of him” Steve furrows his brows and pouts.

“You should be, when he finds out, what you think about him and Y/n!” Wanda warns him.

Bucky clearly irritated, with his best friend, shouts at him, “You punk! I had told Y/n to let me know, if you were being stubborn. I should have kicked your ass harder, she is not with Thor. She loves you, can't you see? And why the hell did you kissed someone else huh?” Steve’s eyes widen, guilt and shame consuming him.

“How do you know?” Steve asks, his voice is low.

“She saw you kissing, you broke her bad Steve” Wanda answers for him. “I broke her? Do you know how hurt I'm? I was not told about her location, as soon as I'm home, she was holding hands with Thor and in the party, they were hugging and you want to talk about my kiss? what about her hickey?”

Bucky who was still holding Steve slaps him hard with his flesh hand, Steve looks hell shocked at Bucky, who is fuming in anger “She was hidden because of you, for your own safety! Hydra wanted to kidnap you, using her as a bait, we didn't know if they were keeping tabs!”

Steve gulps, his mind reminding him of you trying to clarify.

“About the mark on her neck, how about you ask your new friend Erik” Tony tells him. “Why should I ask him? He is not my friend, for god sake he is my girlfriend’s ex!” Steve scowls, disgusted hearing your ex’s name.

“The one who insulted her with your permission, and than tried to choke her, cause she refused his advances.” Tony tells him and Steve stands there with wide eyes and open mouth, barely able to talk.

“He did…he did what?” Steve asks, as he tries to remember, what he did at the party. “Oh god, I was drinking asgardian alcohol, because she was with Thor, and I was speaking with random people one of them was…” “Her ex!” Bucky completes his sentence.

“Steve, Thor was holding her hand, to keep her steady. We wanted to surprise you, but she wanted to just jump the moment you enter. Later at the party, Thor complimented her dress, he wanted to buy one for Jane, that's why they are going to meet today.” Wanda explains everything to him.

“You were so drunk, you let Erik lift her in the air, using the chain, you gifted her and both of you were laughing at her. I had to push him, to make him stop. Soon he caught up with her, in the balcony he tried to kiss her, but she slapped him and he tried to choke her, living a mark on her neck, not a damn hickey! I told Thor to take her inside while I dealt with Erik, she could barely walk.” Tony clarifies.

“Oh god what have I done?” Steve collapses on the floor, running a hand down his face. “Your jealousy got the best of you punk, so much that you kissed another woman?” “I did not kiss her! she kissed me!” Steve yells making everyone wide their eyes. “What do you mean?” Wanda asks and Steve just points to his head signalling Wanda to read his mind.

“Oh, that bitch!” Steve glares at her, but she rolls her eyes. “What?” Tony asks, eager to know what happened. “She just pushed herself on him, thinking he is interested. When he was not even listening to her in the first place! She just took the chance.” Wanda tells them.

“Poor Y/n thinks you cheated on her, and you thought she was cheating on you” Bucky says in disbelief.

Tears start to form in Steve's eyes, starting to realize his mistake, “Wait why did you called Laurie beautiful? Wanda asks. “To make her jealous” Steve shrugs. “Idiot she thinks you are disgusted by her, cause of her scar.” “What no I'm not!” Steve yells again from the floor. “Hell, I was mentally beating myself for screaming at her, when I first saw her scar.”

“And she thought, you are not okay with it…” Bucky says as everyone agrees. Steve fully realizes the misunderstanding between you two.

After some quiet moment, Tony's AC/DC ringtone irrupts the silence, making everyone glare at him.

“Its Natasha” Tony hisses “Tony I have texted you an address, get your ass here right now! we need your help.”

Part 2 - Part 4

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tartagliad · 2 years ago

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Not Wanting to Eat

Summary: how would the boys do when you don't want to eat (but you're hungry)

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Zhongli, Kazuha, and Alhaitham

Genre: Fluff

G/N reader!

Warnings: reader is a bit sick in Alhaitham's

(a/n: I have eating problems.. maybe I'm too exhausted or stressed..? idk, I'm hungry, but nothing sounds good. Even my favourite food doesn't feel right.. I'm ordering cookies for breakfast and it's 10.30 am rn.. it's dumb.. but idk what else, ehe- it's already nighttime by the time this is up.. this is an indulgent of mine, hehe-)

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He knows something's off about you

Your eating patterns are.. let's just say scattered

In the morning, you usually have breakfast with him, which was pretty early

For the last few days, you would eat when the sun is almost high in the sky

You also ate lunch at 4 or 5 pm and not eating dinner AT ALL-

It genuinely makes him worry about your health.. you're an ordinary mortal, he's scared if something bad happens to you..

Night time comes, both of you were enjoying your time with each other

Both of you are currently in the living room, you reading your documents whilst laying your head on his lap

Zhongli was reading a book. His other hand gently stroked your hair

"mmh.." you made a noise, he then looked at you, "is there something the matter..?"

He scans you, you shake your head slowly, "I'm just hungry.." you said. His eyes widens a bit, "I'll make you something then-"

Before he could finish, you cut him "thanks.. but I don't want to eat.." you then continue reading

Excuse me?? It left him speechless, did he do something wrong to make you like this?

"Love, I've noticed you haven't been eating properly. Mind telling me?" he spoke softly

You hesitate a bit, "it's dumb.. but nothing really taste good.. just thinking about it.. I don't know.."

Now, it left him confused.. "Even something you like?" he asked and you nodded

He sighed, gently cupping your cheek and facing you towards him. "You have to eat at some point, whether you like it or not.."

It's true.. you've been eating just because you need energy.. even if your body refused to..

"I'll make you something.. don't worry, it's not going to be in a big portion.. just small will do.." he left a little kiss on your forehead, then walk to the kitchen to cook :3

You smiled to yourself, "how sweet.." you mumbled

It makes your heart flutter on how caring he is <3

Zhongli comes back to you after a few minutes to give you a cup of tea, "Here, not to worry.. it's a softer brew, it'll help your stomach a bit.." he smiled softly

You hummed as a thank you, carefully taking a sip at it. It does made your stomach better

Knowing that you were comforted by it makes him feel relieved a bit..

..He hopes that you could finally eat properly again.. it hurts him that his gem didn't want to eat :''

Usually at the Crux, it's always a large feast for everyone to gather around and eat

It's normal for you and Kazuha to feast together and both of you never missed it

But now it's a bit different

You told Beidou that you're a bit busy and probably going to end up in the room for a bit

She then gave you the idea that you could eat while working, so she then told Kazuha to bring you some food

You thanked her and it was going smoothly until.. you told him just bring the food to you later

Not only that, when both of you are at Liyue, you refuse to eat anything and told him that he can eat first

..he doesn't want to, okay?? :(

Kazuha won't eat if you're not going to (but he ended up eating because from your whines..)

Although you grab a drink or a bite-sized cake to consume.. it doesn't feel the same

It feels wrong for him to eat a full portion of food while you were only having a snack

He DESPERATELY needed you to eat with him or at least let him feed you with his cooking :(

One night, he decided to confront you about this, he knocks the door

''y/n.. it's me" he spoke, you responded with a hum and he then walks in, like usual.. you're working

"Darling, can we talk for a bit..?" he sat on the bed beside you

You then put your pen down, looking at him, "what is it, Kazu?" you tilt your head.

"I realized that you didn't want to eat.. are you okay?" he pats your head.

You kept quiet, you looked at him, hoping for an answer from you, "I just.. didn't feel like it.. although to be fair.. I am hungry..'' you explained, "nothing really tasted good.. even my favourite foods.." you continued

It saddens him.. not wanting to eat although you're hungry is far too concerning..

"My poor sunshine.." he gently pull you to his chest, you leaned your head more

He hums softly, twirling your hair gently

"I don't want you to get sick.. especially busy like this.." he holds you, sniffing your hair, "try to eat, okay..? it'll make you feel better.."

You nodded slowly, leaning against the desk for support you then rest on the bed beside him

Pulling out a bar of chocolate and snapping it, he then feeds it to you, you bite into it, "See? it's good, right..?" kisses your cheek

"It's.. sweet.." "I know.." he chuckled, pecking your lips

"Try to get some rest too, don't stress yourself out.." he smiled, you hummed as you continued eating the chocolate that he feed you

Just by you eating chocolate makes him happy a bit.. but it still a long way for it to go away.. :")

He knows damn well that you're a hardworker, but not this much-

You've been busy with the reports from the Akademiya

It takes quite a bit of your energy, but that's just how it is..

Alhaitham wasn't concerned about anything, he's glad that you have some productivity

After a bit, he noticed somethings wrong with you

When he prepared some snacks for you in your office, it often left untouched

Also, did I mentioned that you also got a bit isolated (EVEN FROM HIM)??

When he happened to met your friends, they told him that you also refused to go eat with them, even if they forced you, you only asked for a drink (non alcohol ofc)

It makes him worried for you, your work is also starting to get a bit more stressful every minute

Often times also, you came home and just continued to work.. not paying attention to him

..how odd he thought, the usual you would greet him with a kiss

Alhaitham then followed to the bedroom, to his surprised, you're not even resting.. you continued working..

His heart sinks a bit, just when did you stop resting..?

Approaching you, he was caught off guard by your soft whimpers

"y/n, what's wrong?" he went beside you quickly, rubbing your shoulder gently

"..mmh.. I feel sick.." you curled up a bit, trying to hold the pain

Holding you close to him, he gently soothes you, "want to go to the bathroom?" he rubs circles on your back

You shake your head, leaning more towards him, he then pick you up and move you to the bed

"Have you eaten today?" he asked, holding your hand gently, "I didn't saw you go out from your office.."

You look away, not wanting to face him, this made him more greedy for answers. "Is your work stressing you out? If yes, I can help you reduce it."

It sounds great actually, "..a bit.." you looked at him, smiling a bit, "and no.. I haven't eaten anything.." you looked at his hand that was holding yours

He wasn't surprised actually, and you also know that, "What would you like to eat?" he asked, you fall silent again, thinking deeply before then shaking your head, which made him frown

"Sorry.. it's just that every food that comes to my mind doesn't sound good, it makes my stomach uncomfortable.." you answered, "although yes.. I am hungry.."

Rubbing your hand again, he sighed, "How about I'll make you some soup?" it sounds a bit odd since he doesn't prefer eating it, but for you right now, he'll do it. You nodded

"Be right back." he kissed your hand before leaving the room

Although the smell of food that he was making was good, your stomach didn't agree, it churns a bit.. making you curled up again

It took a bit to calm it down, just in time when Alhaitham comes in

"Here.." he sat beside you, gently feeds you the soup, making sure it's not too hot

It hurts him to see you slightly frowned uncomfortably whilst holding your stomach at some of the bites..

Especially when he felt that you were a bit lighter when he picked you up.. :(

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futfemfantasies · 2 years ago

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Always Be There - Millie Bright

Request: Hi this is quite a sensitive topic but im 23 and I have breast cancer and I was wondering if maybe you would be able to do a Millie bright x where the reader finds out she has it and the reader has to go through chemo and surgery and Millie is just being a nervous wreck but also an absolute sweetheart and is just with her through the process. Obviously it’s quite deep so u don’t have too but I am very blessed that I have an incredible girlfriend who is helping me through but this time but it would rlly mean a lot thank you. 👋🏻🫶🏻

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You know something is wrong. You don’t know what but you need to get it checked out as soon as you can. You turn your head and see the time on your alarm clock. You groan before sitting up and swing your legs over the side of the bed. You don’t know how long you’re sitting like that but you feel a soft hand on your bare back. You look back and see your girlfriend of 3 years smiling at you while making her way across the bed.

“Good morning baby girl. Are you okay?” Millie asks, getting worried.

“Something’s wrong Mills and I’m scared”

“It’s okay babe. We’ll get you checked out at training by one of the doctors okay?” You nod and lean back into Millie.

“Let’s get ready for training. I’ll text Sarina that we are going to see one of the doctors beforehand”

You go back into your shared suitcase to find one of Millie’s hoodies and a pair of sweat pants. Once you got dressed, you wait for Millie to get out on the bathroom before going downstairs for breakfast. Millie comes out a few minutes later and wraps her arms around your waist. You turn around and she gives you a passionate kiss.

“I called Sarina and told her we are going to see the doctor before going out to training and she said that was okay”

“Thank you baby” You kiss her sweetly.

You two grab your things before heading downstairs to meet everyone for breakfast. When you arrive in the dining area, you both see your younger sister Leah sitting with Lucy, Keira and Jordan.

“Yo Y/N, you ready for me to kick your ass again?” Leah says.

“In your dreams little sis”

You and Millie make a detour to the field by going in the small building and Leah gives you both a confused look. You yell to her that you’ll inform her about it later. You go to the doctors office and you instantly feel nervous. You look up at Millie with pleading eyes and she senses your nervousness.

“Everything is going to be okay babe. You’ve properly just got the flu or something” Millie reassures you before kissing your temple.

You both walk into the building and she greets you both with a smile. Your hands become sweaty and forehead starting to get the same.

“Millie, Y/N, what can I do for you ladies?” The doctor offers you both a seat and you feel like you are going to throw up. You feel Millie give you a little nudge. You swallow and begin to explain what happened.

“I woke up this morning feeling a bit off and I can just tell something is wrong” You look at Millie and she nods. The doctor asks you a few more questions while writing your answers before deciding on the next step.

“Okay well, I’ll do a general exam then take some bloods. Will you be okay to train?” You nod and Millie’s phone buzzes in her hand but she choose to ignore it.

“I’ll be okay babe, you go” Millie gives you the ‘are you sure’ look and you nod. She gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and goes out the the door, in which leads to the field.

“Okay y/n, you know how this goes”

After an hour, you quickly go into the locker room and get changed before going over to your teammates. You see Millie standing with her back towards you so you decide to sneak up on her. Your sister and Alessia notice you and you put a finger over your lips to hush them. You reach your girlfriend and snake your arms around her and leave a kiss on her neck. She jumps in surprise and relaxes when she sees it’s you.

“Did it go okay?” Millie whispered so no one nearby hears.

“We’ll find out soon enough” You say with a half smile.

You do another hour of training with the team before going to do some gym work to make up for the first hour you missed. You see Millie and the doctor walk through the door and you fear the worst. The doctor asks if you can come into her temporary office with her and you agreed. You walk next to Millie and she intertwines your hand.

“What’s this about?” You ask Millie quietly.

“I’m not sure babe”

You both go in and sit in front of the doctor that has a tan coloured folder in front of her. You take Millie’s other hand in yours and she rubs her thumb on the back of your hand.

“Well Y/N I have some news for you so I need you to brace yourself okay?”

“Should I go and get Leah?” Millie asks the doctor, as they obviously know you both are related.

“I think it would be best”

Millie rushes off to get your sister while you sit nervously in the chair. Meanwhile, the doctor explains your other results, which are thankfully, all fine. Millie and Leah burst through the door and move to sit next to you, one on each side. You hold both of their hands tightly and Millie puts her spare hand on your lower back. As the doctor tells you, you have no emotion. Your girlfriend and sister are trying to keep in their tears but tears slowly falling down their now crimson cheeks. You sit there paralysed, still not believing it. The doctor explains that Sarina, Jonas and the Arsenal doctors will be advised about the results.

You excuse yourself and walk out of the building with you heart in your throat. You turn a corner and let your emotions go. Tears streamed down your face so fast, your training shirt quickly became soaked. Your breathing starts to become uneven and you know what’s happening, you’re having a panic attack. Looking around the field, no one is in sight. You lean your head against the brick wall and close your eyes. Millie always could sense when you were have a panic attack but she’s not there to calm yourself back down. What felt like hours later but is only actually minutes, you feel familiar hands on your thighs. Your eyes open in another panic but Millie calms you down instantly.

“It’s just me baby girl. Leah’s behind me, do you wanna see her?” You nod and Millie gestures your little sister over.

“How am I going to tell mum Le? She’s going to be devastated” You say through your tears. Leah takes a seat next to you and Millie moves closer to your front, almost pulling you into her lap.

“We’re all going to be here for you, no matter what. You have so many people in your corner y/n/n” Leah reassures you, as she holds your hands.

Over the next few weeks, you tell your family and friends about your cancer and you have a bigger support base than you realise. You eventually let the outside world why you aren’t playing any games both for club and national teams for the remainder of the year and the fans understand and send their support in various ways. After your first doctors appointment, Millie decided to take some time off soccer to help and be there for you after appointments. Your mum and brother visit after each appointment and Leah only plays the home games for Arsenal so she’s close by if something happens.

A few months later, you wake up the next morning and it’s starting to get sore where you had your recent surgery. You do your morning bathroom routine when you feel arms wrap around your waist. You lean back and Millie kissed your cheek.

“How are you feeling today princess?” Millie asked.

“Like shit Mills” Millie frowns as you hug her tightly.

“When will this be over?” You cry into her chest.

“Hopefully soon love. How about some breakfast before we go?” You nod and Millie leaves you to get changed with a kiss on your forehead.

You walk downstairs and see Millie making your favourite breakfast while also talking to someone on the phone. You sit on the stairs and wait until the conversation is over before making an appearance.

“I’m so fucking scared Rach…I know but I’m just always worried about her. Like what if I give her the wrong food or I’m not doing enough…” Millie sobs into the phone until she turns around and spots you. She wipes her tears away and you go down the stairs to give her the biggest and tightest hug you can.

“I love you so much, you know that?” You whisper in her ear.

“I love you too, more than anything”

“I’m sorry about what you heard. I just want to be doing the right things so you get better” You pout at how sweet your girlfriend is.

“Baby, you are doing everything fine. No need to panic or stress about it, okay?” Millie nods and gives you a quick kiss before finishing your breakfast.

You switch the earlier position and wrap your arms around Millie with your head on her back, since you’re not as tall as Millie. After finishing your breakfast, you wait for Millie to get dressed before going to the hospital once again.

On the drive to the hospital, Millie keeps a hand on your thigh and you put your hand in hers. You arrive at the hospital and you both walk into the cancer centre to be greeted by the familiar receptionist from the last few months. You both make your way to the waiting area and you hold Millie’s hands while resting on your head on her shoulder.

“Tired baby?” You nod and Millie kisses the top of your head.

The doctor calls you both in and asks you to sit across from her. She starts explaining how your progress is going and then you get the news you’ve been waiting these whole 6 months for.

“Y/N, you’re cancer free”

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writerofadream · 1 year ago

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty: Welcome back to traumatized kids weekly, I'm your host-

(Just so you know Duncan is totally the Harley Quinn to ur Ivy <3)

You and Duncan were standing outside the outhouse looking at in mild humor. Leshawna walked up to you two. “Geoff sure misses Bridgette since she got kicked off, huh?” She asked, putting a hand on her hip.

The blonde was singing his heart out rather loudly in the outhouse. “Yeah, he’s weak.” Duncan muttered. You gave him a glance and he blushed. “Different when it’s you darlin’.” He whispered, kissing your forehead.

A good chunk of the campers were playing frisbee, Heather and Lindsay were sunbathing on the docks. But your attention kept getting pulled to the outhouse nearby. Duncan called all the boys to the outhouse claiming he wanted to comfort the blonde. Gwen raised an eyebrow at you leaving along with them.

She called you over, and you skipped over to the black haired girl, and asked “Whatever is the matter?” You asked, and the girl gave you a look as if she was trying to calculate your movements.

“Why are you going with them? It’s an all boys alliance.” She pointed out. You looked her up and down before smiling “I’d like to see you pull me out of Duncan’s eyesite.” She looked over your head and sss that even now Duncan was staring at you with a curious head tilt.

“Fair.” She muttered and let you go.

You all arrived at the outhouse and Owen scooped Geoff in a big bear hug. “Voting Bridge off was a strategic move, mate. Plus she was reeking.” Duncan laughed, crossing his arms.

“So, are you in?” He turned his hand into a fist and set it in the middle of them all. You set your hand on top of his without a thought. Slowly, everyone else set their hands on top of the two. “You in, Geoff?” You raised an eyebrow. The boy looked at all of you nervously. “I don’t know, girl. Going on without Bridge-” he sniffed the air. “Is that bacon?” He questioned and began running. “Aw man did I miss breakfast?” He groaned, chasing after the smell.

Duncan chuckled, shrugging. “Looks like Geoff is in.” You rolled your eyes punching his shoulder. Suddenly the intercom let out a high pitched squeal of feedback and you covered your ears groaning. The alarms at juvie were JUST like that and they’d go on, and on, and on, in a never ending cycle.

“Morning campers! The next challenge awaits you at the arts and craft center.” Duncan still had his hands around his ears, and he still had his hands around his ears once you walked over to the arts and craft center which in all reality was a shed. “More like the arts and junk-center.” You muttered, crossing your arms. “You’d actually be correct, sweetheart. It used to be an outhouse.” Chris smiled, giving you a pat on the head much to Duncan’s annoyance.

“But now it's just where Chef parks his road hog.” The man shrugged and opened the shed door revealing a beautiful bike. “What a beaut.” Duncan said in amazement. “Reminds me of the bike you rigged up in second grade, baby.” You commented and Duncan stared at the bike a moment longer before agreeing. “Yeah it even had the flames you painted.” He pointed out.

“Which brings me to our challenge! Rigging up your own wheels.” Chris smiled once he saw your eyes light up. This challenge he had made for you. “Yes, hot rods!” Owen scooped both DJ and you up, hugging you to his chest.

You groaned trying to shove the blonde's arm away, and Duncan sent him a withering glare which quickly made Owen drop you. “You’ll find all the parts you need in the bike depot.” Chris pointed at a pile full of bike parts and there were murmurs of “Bikes?”

“Anyways, whoever builds the best bike using tricks and props from the arts and crafts center wins. To prove I’m a nice guy I’ll throw in a manual.” Chris threw a manual to Heather before he drove off in his four wheeler.

---

You smiled at the outhouse camera and clapped to yourself. “This is a challenge I can get behind. Before Duncan’s brothers left him, the older ones showed me how to rig my first engine.” You smiled wide.

---

“So what do you need, darling. I say you rig up the engines for our bikes, then I build the bikes, and then we go whatever we want for the touch ups?” Duncan leaned on his right leg. “You got a lighter on you?” You asked suddenly. He smiled and showed you the various ones that were in different places on his body. In total there were six.

“Okay I’m going to need you to dismantle at least two of those for the fluid, and then I think I can get to work.” You smiled, putting your hands on your hips. Duncan was always fiddling so before you even finished your sentence the two lighters were dismantled and he gave you two medium sized containers full of an amber liquid.

You snatched the liquid and took big scraps of metal before you disappeared with a wide smile on your face. “Your girl concerns me.” DJ commented absentmindedly. “Oh she should. But this is nothing, have you ever seen a three year old girl have access to fire and metal? It is chaos on steroids. Man, I miss my brothers.” Duncan laughed jumping into the pile of metal building your guys bikes.

—

Somewhere in New Jersey

A bunch of black haired boys sat in a large group huddled around the TV. “I still can’t believe the idiots finally realized they liked each other, god you remember when they were like six and held hands everywhere they went. I think James literally heard wedding bells.” The oldest one complained, running a hand down his face.

“Oh I a hundred percent did, and the way he looked at her when she was screaming at Mick for taking her welding privileges.” James, the forth eldest one laughed and Mick stood up from his seat. “She burns down your office at work then we can talk.” He pointed a finger at his brother.

The seven brothers began arguing over who was in the wrong.

The four girlfriends and three boyfriends stared at their respective partners in utter disbelief. “Someone make a mental note, let’s all just date each other next time.” Rachel took a chug of her champagne. “At least they’re pretty.” Joey sighed, staring at the still arguing siblings. “Pretty people get away with so much.” Ross signed into his palm, as all the girls chimed in agreement.

(Yes, there was a Phoebe and a Chandler, and yes they get comments on it all of the time)

—-

To be honest? The three boys had very little faith in you coming back with two working engines. But sure enough you came back, with two working engines. Who cares if up and down your arms were nearly pitch black? Duncan smiled at your expression and met you halfway to pick up his engine to help with the weight.

“So how much of the forest is burnt?” He asked pecking you on the lips before you could stop him. “Well hello to you too, babe, and a good twenty-five percent of it.” You blushed rubbing the back of your neck. He laughed, and gave you a side hug.

“Not bad.” He smiled.

—

As Duncan held your bikes up, and you began rigging the engines to the said bikes. Owen asked “So what was your first time riding a bike like, guys?” He asked after he had pumped up his enormous tire.

“Oh you should’ve seen, Duncan, he wiped out so bad his entire collarbone came out of his skin, so you could poke it.” You laughed getting a smear of oil on your hands and you wiped it on your pants which were already covered in the black substance.

“Not like your any better, sweetheart. After my brother Jimmy taught me how to ride a bike, he taught Y/N, and she flipped off the bike so far that she crashed straight through my oldest brother's room and you know, that's how we found out he was gay.” Duncan laughed when he saw how red you had turned and were shying into his chest now.

“Oh. So you walked on his brother and some dude-” you cut off Geoff with an embarrassed nod. Duncan laughed, rubbing your shoulders before shrugging. “Anyway, she broke her leg and shoulder blades which is fun.” He teased before the rest of the boys went on about their experiences.

—

Somewhere in New Jersey

“OH MY GOD THAT'S HOW THEY FOUND OUT YOU WERE GAY?”

“Oh I’m going to kill myself.”

“Please do, when you're at it feel free to kill me too.”

—-

The entire day was spent messing with your bikes. After you had finished rigging up Duncan’s bike he went to work on hot gluing things in it. Then you went to work on yours.

Your bike had a dark purple body and dark green handles which reminded you a lot of the joker, and you knew your boyfriend did that on purpose.

Your ten years old

A week before Halloween that year you had watched the Joker and for fun wondered: hm I wonder if I could use my glow-in-the-dark makeup to make a cool joker-like face for a costume. So you decided to try out your idea, but you didn’t trust your judgment so you decided that when you were done you’d go over to Duncan’s house and see what he thought.

After you were done and in his house, you waited for an hour in the dark of his room since you had a headache. Duncan was a bit late from school because he had a double detention, and you had only had one much to your fathers surprise. When Duncan walked into his room he saw a glow in the dark smile sitting on his bed fast asleep.

You woke up to an eleven year old Duncan shrieking like a little girl much to your amusement.

Your hands flew over your bike and in no longer than ten minutes, the engine was up and purring like a little feline. Owen clapped, impressed. “How are you gonna decorate?” Geoff asked, since he had finished his first and was how you say… bored out of his mind.

“Good question, any suggestions?” You raised an eyebrow hoping for a suggestion. You saw a lightbulb go off in the surfer's mind and knew right away you had asked the right person. “Now that you mentioned it, dudette… I got a few ideas on how we can spice up your ride.” He smiled clearly, brainstorming.

—

Two hours later there your bike stood before you, it looked like a slightly skinnier version of the one you had back in… oh shit what state was it in last-

Anyways, the bike had kept its color, there was a bottle of poison as the hood ornament, barb wire ran itself down the spine, dark red rope was tied on the handlebars, but there were no petals. “Hey dudette? I think you're missing something.” The blonde pointed out.

“Mm, I don’t think so.” You smirked and gave the boy a hug for his help. “Thank you, I’m not exactly the best when it comes to making things look pretty.” which quickly earned an objection from your loving boyfriend. “Uh- then how do you look hot every day?” You flipped him off causing him to smile.

Geoff smiled “Of course, man. You and Bridgette were close and anything for her.” He said and ruffled your hair before walking away.

You went over to Duncan who was sitting on bike, testing it out. “Maybe they’ll call you Poison Ivy.” He laughed but quickly shut up once you kissed him. “Will you be my Batman then?” You whispered, touching his forehead with yours. “Ugh, I don’t wanna be the good guy,” he complained as you jokingly gave him a glare.

“Can we be Punch and Jewlee instead?” You smiled at that. Punch and Jewlee were like a much less toxic-version of Harley and Joker. They had alien tech, loved each other like crazy, and were also criminals who dressed up like circus acts yadda yadda yadda.

“Mm, yeah I think I’d be alright with that.”

“Couple costume for Halloween: unlocked.”

—

After you had gotten through the first challenge, which resulted with you and Duncan getting into the next one. You noticed something, your engine wasn’t starting, you bent on a knee and opened up the panel that let you see inside, you noticed wads and wads of gum stuck in there. Your eyes flickered upward to Heather and you growled, she had your bike last.

There was a knife in your hand in an instant and you had thrown it straight at her head which she just barely dodged. You tackled her before she could scream and held a different knife at her throat.

“I swear to GOD, I’m going to cut out every pearly white of yours so you’ll never be able to chew gum again,” you yelled at her. Chris stared at you with an amused expression. “Is it bad that I find this hot?” Izzy who had reappeared shook her head up and down very quickly, even though she was still smiling.

My parents gave me to the wolves when I was very young

By wolves I meant child-acting

I learned a lot of things from doing it though!

I learned which side of me looks better, the best way to lose weight, my favorite was how to combat vicious predators by beating them down, and one more thing.

TV producers are almost always predators.

-Izzy’s yearbook quote

Izzy was worried about you, she was always worried about you. The way Chris touched you, the way he looked at you, was not alright.

What she didn’t like whatsoever, was that Duncan didn’t do anything, you didn’t do anything, it was as if Chris had something he held over you both bending you to his very will. She despised that man, he was so much like her mother, so willing to let people get hurt for their own gain.

Evil, Chris McLean reeked of pure and utter evil.

Duncan pulled you off of Heather and forced you to walk away. Not before Chris grabbed your wrist, and smiled. “I’d love it if you do that to me, sweetheart.” He winked and you ripped your arm out of his grasp, and you were about to start screaming at Chris, god there was nothing you wanted more than to scream at Chris. Duncan slipped his hand over your mouth before he glared at Chris and stalked off dragging you with him.

Heather won, she pushed Lindsay under the bus though, god she should be happy you weren’t there, you honestly probably would’ve shot her dead. Owen wiped out so bad it’s not even funny.

But what all the fans were more focused on was what was happening in the Screaming Bass cabin. “Y/N what the fuck was that!” Duncan pushed you inside of the cabin and closed the door behind him. He forgot about the cameras, you both were going to pay for that mistake.

“Heather sabotaged my bike, I’d like to see her do something for once in her life.” You yelled yanking at your hair. “Then there’s fucking Chris who is actually going to get shot by the end of the season if he doesn’t learn to keep his hands to himself.” You wanted to scream, sob, shoot something, fuck something, god emotions suck absolute ass.

“Y/N, he has us here for however long he wants us here. Don’t you get it? If we screw up, even one time, we’re done, dead, we get life in jail before we can blink.” Duncan anxiously paced in the cabin.

“You are not the one getting groped by him, Tarun, there has not been a single breakfast where he hasn’t touched me, and personally I’d like a shower-“ Duncan cut you off with a glare and a menacing tone. “Do not forget that I’m under his reign here as well, sweetheart. He’s got creepy ass interns that will not relent.” Duncan’s eyes had bags under them, your eyes had bags under them.

—

Somewhere in New Jersey

“How far away is Canada?”

“I already booked us a flight.”

—

You wrapped your arms around Duncan and held him tight. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I thought I could protect us. You deserve to have a period in your life where someone is not constantly hurting you.” You whispered against his chest. He sighed and slowly wrapped his arms around you.

“I mean New York was pretty fun. We did nothing but hit bars, sing, and get drunk.” He admitted quietly. “Move to New York?” You held up your pinkie finger. “Yep.” He linked his finger with yours and you sighed.

“This is just not our week is it, princess?” He whispered, putting his chin on top of your head. “Well you better be prepared for a very outta control me after tonight.” You muttered with a slight chuckle. “I’m glad we’re both so traumatized we keep grieving to a one day thing.” He laughed.

—-

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—-

Three moments the cameras do not show

Breakfast that morning:

You smiled at Chef and had been asking him about his day, and how his two little twin girls were doing. When you heard an all too familiar whistle. “Hey sweetheart, how’s my favorite killer?” Chris pressed himself against you to grab an apple out of the fruit bowl in front of you. You stared at a point behind Chef Hatchet, your body going extremely tense. “I’m doing wonderful, Chris.” You forced a smile upon your face. He laughed and walked away.

Chef sighed. “Sorry kid.” He muttered. “It’s whatever.” You walked back over to your table and sat down next to Duncan as still as a rock. Duncan sighed, he knew better than to touch you. “I’m sorry, I am so sorry.” He whispered. You nodded curtly and felt the urge to vomit somewhere.

When Duncan was waiting for you to use the restroom:

A redheaded intern with extremely curly hair had stalked up to Duncan from his perch by the bathroom door, whistling. “Hey cutie.” She giggled and grabbed his arm much to his annoyance. “Woah you have such strong muscles, and you're so handsome.”

God, he wished he could pretend it was Izzy. At least then he could force himself to believe it was just a teasing sister-friend thing. But Izzy’s not like this, Izzy’s sweet and she makes you smile so that makes her terrific in Duncan’s eyes.

But there is nothing sweet about this internship. The way she looks at Duncan makes him shudder, the way she touches Duncan makes him want to burn his clothes, the way she describes how’d she get rid of you makes him want to kill her.

There is nothing safe about women.

There is nothing safe about men.

That night:

You had wanted to take another shower since you had gotten oil all over your hands and arms, so before you went to bed you had skipped over to the communal showers. But you had forgotten your PJ’s, which didn’t really bother you.

The other girls typically didn’t bring their clothes to the showers but you just wanted to get dressed as well as do your business one last time. As you had stepped out of the shower and quickly wrapped a towel around your body you stepped out of the showroom and began the short walk back to your cabin. You were almost there before you had seen Chris, your stomach twisted into knots.

“Ooh you look beautiful, babe. Any chance I could get you to drop the towel?” The producer begged. You grinned weakly. “You wish, hun.” You continued walking, but you felt a tug at the base of the towel, and suddenly it was on the floor. You turned neon pink and picked it up. “What a beautiful girl.” Chris winked and you realized he had done that. Your eye twitched as he left.

Duncan was not doing well either. He was waiting for you on the porch of the cabins, he was lacking a shirt, and was wearing his shorts like he typically did. Since he was bored because you seemed to be taking longer than you usually do, he began doing some push ups, but suddenly there was a large flash and a ton of giggles, his eyes flickered to the sound and saw a bunch of interns each holding cameras and each blushing, running away.

\His stomach swooped and he went into the girls side of the cabin and grabbed his sweatshirt off your bed and was pulling it over his back by the time you had arrived.

Duncan noticed your eyes were red, clearly from crying. You sat down on the swinging chair beside him. “I hate adults.” You whispered, clutching the towel to your body as if it was a shield. Duncan felt violated from those interns.

“Lucky you, I hate the interns so I guess we must be perfect for each other.” He joked, but you felt Duncan’s heart twist into knots just like your own.

His heart was just like your own.

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year ago

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Par

Emily and Aaron's day keeps going from bad to worse.

And to think, when she woke up that morning her biggest fear was that the team would find out about their relationship.

-x-

Hi friends!!

This fic is a birthday gift for my bestie @aubreyprc! Thank you for continuing to be the most chaotic person I know and for being responsible for a fair number of my hangovers this year. Love you for being the maddest woman in this whole town xoxo

This fic is loosely based on a Bone's episode, and has one of your favourite tropes - a secret relationship, peril and a lot of drama- so I hope you enjoy <3

-x-

Words: 5.2k (I...got really carried away with this one)

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily secures her earrings into place as she walks into the kitchen, a smile washing across her face as the smell of coffee and toast meets her. Aaron has his back to her, focusing on her toaster so he makes sure the bread is cooked exactly to her liking, so she walks over and wraps her arms around him from behind. He sinks into her embrace, clearly having heard her coming, the way her high heels had clicked against the hardwood floor giving her away.

“Good morning,” he says, turning to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Morning,” she replies, her hand slinking down his back as she shifts to stand next to him, taking the opportunity to stamp a kiss against his lips, “You didn’t have to make me breakfast.”

He raises an eyebrow at her and smiles, “You say that every morning,” he says, kissing her briefly before he presses the button that releases the toast, “And like I say every morning,” he says, turning so he wraps his arms around her, his hands low on her back, “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

She smiles, her tongue pressing against the back of her teeth as she looks up at him through her lashes. She hums as she leans in to kiss him again, “Excellent point.”

They’d been together for almost a year, the 11 months that had passed since their first date had been the happiest of her life. Since her return from Paris, he’d been the one person who’d expected the least out of her. Everyone else seemed to want her to slip back into her old life, to be the person she’s sure died on that cold hard floor in Boston, and she’d tried. She’d tried so hard to ignore how strange everything felt, how the fear that it could all be torn away from her again was ever present, living under her skin and making her itch in a way that never seemed to shift. Aaron simply wanted her to be honest with him, to tell her when she was having a bad day, a request she now knew came from a place of understanding, their pasts now similar in a way that made her ache.

She now liked to think, love making her softer than it ever had, that everything they’d been through had led them to this. To the relationship that she knew was it. Every first she had experienced with him also a last for her. A last first kiss, a last first night staying over, a last first I love you. She wanted everything with him. A house they could both call home. Marriage. A couple of kids who would be younger siblings for Jack.

The only problem was no one else knew about them.

The secrecy had been practical at first. She’d been home for just over six months when they got together, and they’d been hesitant to rock the boat, to further crack the unsteady foundation the team was slowly building under themselves at the time. Their relationship had grown around the secrecy, making it feel all the more precious because it was just theirs. Only Jack and Jessica knew and Emily knew it couldn’t last forever, that if they wanted to move forward, like she knew they both wanted to, they’d have to let the others in.

She didn’t remember the last time that they’d spent a night apart. They most most of their time at his place, something about the homely comfort of it, Jack’s belongings strewn everywhere, made her feel safe, but they occasionally stayed at hers. Even Sergio lived at Aaron’s now, his favourite place to sleep was at the end of Jack’s bed, the little boy and the cat fast friends in a way that made her chest bloom with love.

They’d stayed at hers last night, mostly for practical reasons. She had to go to court to be a witness for the prosecution for two separate cases that had happened to fall on the docket on the same day, so she’d needed to get clothes she usually wouldn’t wear to work. Juries seemed to warm to her a little more if she wore skirts or dresses, something about the lack of sharp edges from her usual suits that made her more likeable. It drove her crazy, and infuriated her that they were more likely to listen to her if she dressed in a certain way, but being aware of it was one of the benefits of her profession.

It also didn’t hurt that Aaron could never tear his eyes from her legs whenever she wore a dress, his gaze skipping from her ankle to up past her knee, only to linger on the material that hid what he knew lingered beneath.

She smiles at him as she pulls away from him and pours them a coffee each, her skin burning from where she can feel him staring at her. She turns to look at him and raises an eyebrow, her smile widening when she clears her throat and he jumps slightly, his cheeks going red when he realises he’s been caught.

“Seen something you like?” She asks, feigning innocence as his eyes meet hers. He shakes his head and steps towards her, his hand skimming her waist as he takes one of the cups of coffee.

“When I’m looking at you?” He says, looking her up and down again, his stomach flipping at the sight of her seemingly endless legs, on the high heels she only broke out for court and date nights, before he meets her eyes again, “Always.”

She presses her lips together to capture a laugh but she fails, shaking her head at him, “Correct answer, honey.”

He kisses her cheek and steps away, “Come on, we need to get you fed so you can survive court.”

Emily grumbles as she sits at the breakfast bar and he slides a plate of toast towards her, “Let’s just hope I don’t die of boredom.”

___

He always hated it when she wasn’t in the office.

He loved to look out of the window and see her at her desk, her presence enough to soothe any stress or tension the job could cause him on any given day. Sometimes she’d notice him looking down at her and her eyes would meet his, a sparkle in her smile that he knew was just for him and his son. Other times she’d be stuck in her work, concentrating on paperwork or teasing Derek or Spencer, flashes of who she’d been before Ian had torn through their lives peeking through. He’d loved her then and he loved her now, and he knew he’d love every version of her that would exist in their future together.

He checks his phone, waiting for Emily to text him to say she was out of her morning session in court, and he sighs as he places it back down when he has no messages from her. He’s about to pick up his pen to continue with his paperwork when there’s a firm knock on his door, a panicked Derek pushing it open before he can tell him to come in.

“Hotch,” he breathes out, his grip on the door so tight Aaron is sure he could tear it from its hinges, “There’s been a shooting at the courthouse.”

It takes a moment for pieces to slip into place, for him to realise the implication. The realisation forces him to his feet, his hands clasped at his side as he tries to control himself, knowing his girlfriend wouldn’t thank him for revealing their relationship this way.

“Have we heard from Pren-”

He’s cut off by the ringing of his phone and he grabs it, relief flooding through him when he sees Emily’s name on the screen, a picture of her and Jack his contact photo for her. He answers quickly, his eyes meeting Derek’s as he speaks.

“Emily, we just heard about the shooting,” he says, hoping Derek doesn’t pick up on the slip-up of using her first name, “What’s happening?”

Any relief Aaron feels is destroyed the moment a stranger responds instead of the woman he loves.

___

She hears him before she sees him.

He’s loud as he demands to see her, clearly flashing his badge to get past the cordons that had been put in place. She forces a smile on her face as he comes into view, rounding the back of the ambulance she was sitting in with purpose. Her heart aches when she sees how stressed he is, barely concealed fear and panic clear in his eyes, in the tension in his shoulder.

“Em.”

“I’m fine, honey,” she says, reaching out and grasping his hand as he climbs into the audience, barely glancing at the paramedic who had been treating her.

“Fine?” He exclaims, his eyebrows furrowing, “You’re in the back of an ambulance, there was someone here with a gun-”

She cups his face, cutting him off before he can spiral in a way that only she and Jack could draw out of him, “Aaron. I’m fine. I just rolled my ankle, thats all,” she says, nodding towards her now bare feet, her wrapped ankle and her heels neatly next to each other on the floor next to her, “Turns out that those stupid heels I have to wear to court aren’t the thing to dodge bullets in.” He sinks in on himself, her attempt at humour doing nothing to calm him down, and she sighs, “I’m sorry, that was a stupid thing to say.”

“No,” he says, squeezing her hand tighter, “No you’re never stupid I was just…I was worried that’s all. Especially when I got a call from you and it wasn’t you who answered.”

“Well,” she says, flicking her gaze to the paramedic, taking some joy out of how he looks away, clearly intimidated by her, “Well I did say I was okay to call you myself, but there are apparently protocols.”

Aaron smiles softly, her dislike of procedure something that made him fall impossibly more in love with her every time it made itself known. His smile slips away as he thinks about what had happened here today, how he could have lost her in slightly different circumstances.

“Do…do you think they were aiming for you?” He asks, knowing he’d trust her judgement above all else no matter how she responds. She was trained in this kind of thing well above even him, a level of skill that hadn’t ever made any sense to him until he learnt about her time at Interpol.

The way her face falls, the way she presses her lips together, is all the answer he needs.

“Yes,” she replies, squeezing his hand, “I think they were.”

He nods and pulls her into a hug, holding her tightly as he kisses the side of her head, “The rest of the team are back at the office trying to get to the bottom of it. It’s likely connected to one of the cases you were here for today so Garcia is looking into associates for both of the defendants,” he says, “I’m going to take you home so you can rest.”

She rolls her eyes, “Aaron-”

“We’re going back to mine,” he says, leaving no room for argument, “And then the others can update me from there.”

She wants to argue with him, wants to insist that they go back to the office and figure out what is going on, but she can’t bring herself to. Not when he was looking at her like she could break in two, his grip on her bordering on too tight for the first time since they’d got together.

“Okay,” she says, cupping his cheek again as she relents, “Okay, but we need to go back to mine first.”

“Em-”

“Just to pick up some shoes,” she assures him,” her thumb running back and forth on his cheek, “I only have boots at yours, I think I’ll be regulated to sneakers for a couple of weeks.”

He nods, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers, “Okay,” he closes his eyes and swallows thickly, “I love you.”

She smiles and moves her hand to the back of his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. She ignores how she can feel the paramedic looking at them, his curious gaze on her back.

“I love you too,” she replies, kissing him quickly before she pulls back to look at him, “Let’s go home.”

She lets him fuss over her.

He hands her a pair of his socks that he keeps in his go bag so she has something on her feet, the thought of putting her heels back on enough to make her grimace. When they get back to her place he wraps his arm tightly around her waist, guiding her to the living room and helping her onto the couch. She grasps onto his jacket and pulls him down to join her, resting her head on his shoulder as she traps him in place.

“Sit here with me for a minute,” she insists, curling around him, his arm hugged to her chest. She can feel the stiffness in his embrace, how tense he is. He was usually relaxed when it was just the two of them or when they were with Jack, an ease to his frame she hadn’t known he was capable of until she started spending time with him out of work. She presses a kiss to his shoulder, “Are you okay?”

A laugh catches in his chest and he shakes his head, “You were the one who got hurt,” he replies, “I’m fine.”

She hums, deciding to let it go for now. She knew him almost better than she knew herself. He needed to work things out by himself, a hangover from years of having to do so. She was the same way, and slowly but surely they were getting better at not needing to turn inwards before they each other help.

“Have you heard from the team yet?” She asks, running her hand up and down his arm.

He nods, “They are interviewing both Grisham and Haig,” he says, blowing out a breath, shaking his head at the mention of the men they’d once hunted that she’d been due to give evidence against today, “And their families. We are leaning more towards Haig at the moment, Grisham’s MO was always explosives, if whoever is trying to stop you wanted to make a point that’s what they’d do.”

She nods in agreement, “Well, I don’t fancy getting blown up so is it weird I’m grateful?”

He chuckles, his real laugh that never fails to make her heart soar, and he shakes his head at her, “I understand what you mean, so if it’s weird what does that say about us both,” he kisses her temple, “Want something to drink before we head to mine?”

“I think there’s some Diet Coke in there,” she replies and he smiles and stands up, his hand firm on her thigh.

“There is,” he says as he walks towards her kitchen, “I got some when I did your grocery shopping last week.”

She moans in delight as she turns to look at him, her smile wide as he places his hand on the fridge door, “I knew I love you for a reas-”

She’s cut off as he pulls the fridge door open and he’s thrown backwards, the explosion that tears through her kitchen seemingly happening in slow motion as he hits the ground with force. The sprinklers almost immediately are triggered, soaking her kitchen with water as she jumps up off the couch.

“Aaron?”

He doesn’t respond, his silence only pushing her closer to him, somehow avoiding standing on any the debris that had once been her kitchen counter as she runs over to him, the pain in her ankle not even registering. She lands on her knees by his side and touches him, ignoring the shake in her hands as she turns him just enough to see his face.

She shakes him and he doesn’t flinch, making panic fill up her chest, making it hard to breathe.

“Aaron?”

____

She’s barely been at the hospital for an hour when the team arrive, their presence both a comfort and a curse, forcing her to transition into a concerned colleague from a concerned girlfriend.

“Emily,” Penelope says, sitting down next to her and wrapping her arm around her shoulders, “Are you okay?”

She nods, clearing her throat as she looks at her friends, “Yeah, I was in the living room, Aaron…Hotch took the blast.”

“What was Hotch doing at yours anyway?” Dave asks her, his hands in his pockets where he stands in front of her.

“He dropped me home,” she says, looking up at Dave, purposely ignoring the almost smug smile on his face, “He opened the fridge to get me a drink. You know what he’s like,” she says, her focus returning to her hands, “He’s a gentleman through and through.”

JJ nods, “That’s true enough,” she says, “We’ve shifted our focus onto Grisham because of the explosion.”

“How’s Hotch doing? What about his hearing?”

She blows out a breath at Spencer’s question. It had been her first concern too, something she’d mentioned to the doctors when they’d arrived by ambulance. “They said they’d test it, but he did wake up in the ER and he could hear me.”

It felt ridiculous that one of her first thoughts if he did lose his hearing was that he’d never hear her say she loved him again, or hear the voices of their future children. It was easier to worry about that, about things that may never come to pass, instead of the fact someone could have killed him in their pursuit if killing her.

“Family of Aaron Hotchner,” A doctor says as he enters the room, cutting off any further conversation.

“I’m his medical proxy,” Emily answers as she stands up, aware of the team all looking at each other curiously out of the corner of her eye, “Is he okay?”

“He’s got several cracked ribs, a broken collarbone, and a concussion. He’ll be in a lot of pain for a while, but he’s okay.”

The relief is palpable, her hand on her chest, “Can I see him?”

The doctor nods, “Of course, I’ll have someone come find you to take you to him in a moment.”

“Thank you so much,” she replies, blowing out a steady breath as she turns back to the team, unsurprised by the different levels of curiosity painted across their faces.

“You’re Hotch’s proxy?” Derek asks, his arms crossed over his chest.

“He’s mine too,” she explains, “We switched it a little while back, so if something happens Jessica and Jack wouldn’t be worried before they need to be.” The half-lie rolls off of her tongue with ease, but she doesn’t have the energy to figure out if they believe her or not.

Thankfully she isn’t left with enough time to worry about it when a nurse walks into the room to escort her to Aaron’s room. She limps all the down the hallway, the pain in her ankle returning now her adrenaline was disappearing. She thanks the nurse as she steps into Aaron’s room, and she barely hides a gasp when she sees him.

He was covered in bruises, the worst of them peeking out from under this hospital gown and the immobiliser that was holding his arm to his chest to stabilise his collarbone. He had cuts on his face, the largest of which was above his left eyebrow, and his right cheek was bruised.

“Surely I can’t look that bad,” he quips, and he smiles at her when their eyes meet. She sighs, unsure how they went so quickly from her making jokes about an injury to make him feel better to the other way around. She wanted nothing more than to go back to that morning, to pull him back into bed and cancel their plans for the day. He sighs and lifts his good hand as high as he can, the pain in his ribs meaning he can barely lift it from the bed, “Come here, sweetheart.”

She walks across the room and sits on the edge of the bed and she wraps both of her hands around his, “I hate today.”

He chuckles and squeezes her hand, “It’s not exactly on my top five list either,” he says, watching how she keeps her gaze on their joint hands, “Are you okay?”

She laughs dryly, and shakes her head as she looks up at him. She presses her lips together as tears press at the back of her eyes, “I think it was you who said ‘I’m fine it’s you who got hurt’ only a couple of hours ago.”

He sighs, “Em…”

She releases one of her hands from around his and wipes a stray tear from her cheek, “You got hurt because of me.”

“I got hurt because someone is trying to get a serial killer out of being tried for his crimes,” he says, smiling softly at her, “It’s not your fault,”

She wishes she could believe him, that the guilt that was churning in her belly would go away, but instead, she nods and wipes another tear from her cheek, “The team are looking at Grisham in more detail because of the explosion,” she says, “And my kitchen is a mess.”

Aaron nods, “I don’t want you by yourself tonight,” he says, already sensing her argument, “I mean it, Em. Otherwise, I’ll check myself out of here against medical advice and make sure you aren’t alone.”

He knows he’s playing dirty, that he’s using her love and concern for him against her, but it works, she relents by nodding.

“Okay,” she says, leaning down to kiss him, “I doubt Derek would have let me go anywhere alone tonight anyway,” she pushes his hair off of his forehead, “Want me to stay until you fall asleep?”

“Always,” he replies, trying to sit up for a kiss but failing. She smiles and leans down to kiss him, “Since your kitchen has been blown up,” he says as she pulls back, his breath skipping across her skin in a way she’d worried she’d never feel again, “Maybe you should just officially move in with me.”

She smiles and kisses him once more before she pulls back, “We’ll talk about it once you can sit up straight by yourself, okay?” She says, even though she knows her answer could only ever be yes.

“Okay,” he replies, leaning back against his pillow, his smile turning sleepy from all the medication in his system, “Love you.”

“You too,” she replies. She stays until he’s fallen asleep, careful when she stands up from the bed so as not to disturb him. She presses a kiss to his forehead before she steps away and leaves the room. She gives herself a moment to lean on the wall, her palm against her forehead as she blows out a breath. “Fuck this has been a long day.” She steps away from the wall as she decides to find the team, ready to leave the hospital for the evening, already mentally counting down the hours until she can come and see Aaron again.

“Agent Prentiss?”

She turns to look at a man in scrubs just to her left. There was something about his face that was familiar, but she couldn’t place it, sure he must have been one of the many nurses they’d encountered in the ER when they arrived, “Yes?”

“There’s just a few more pieces of paperwork I need you to sign.”

She nods, letting him guide her away from the hallway, towards a more isolated part of the hospital floor. It’s only when she realises they are alone she starts to question it, her usually quick mental reflexes dulled by everything that had happened since she’d woken up that morning.

“Where are we-”

She’s cut off as a hand goes over her mouth, and a needle goes into her neck. She tries to call out for help, but her head starts to swim and her eyes drift shut, plunging her into darkness.

___

She wakes up quickly, startled as she tries to remember falling asleep. Her arms ache and she looks up to see her hands are cuffed together and hooked over a metal bar above her head, she tries to pull at them, to loosen the shackles but she fails. She tries to push down the panic that being handcuffed stirs in her belly, and she shakes her head in an attempt to physically try and rid her brain of the comparison to when Ian had held her captive.

“You’re not going to get out of them.”

She turns her head, the movement making her neck ache from the strain in her arms, and is only partially surprised to find the man who she now knew had been impersonating a member of hospital staff.

“You should let me go,” she says calmly, “I’m a federal agent, you’ll be in a lot of trouble for this.”

He chuckles as he steps towards her, pulling a gun from the waistband of his pants, “You’re very confident for someone who has a gun pointed at them.”

“My team will find you,” she says, proud of herself for the steadiness of her voice, how it doesn’t shake.

He shrugs, “I think they are likely distracted by the other case you were due to talk about today,” he smirks, “The explosion was the perfect decoy.”

It clicks in her head, why she’d found his face familiar when he approached her at the hospital. He was the brother of Haig, the man she’d spoken against as part of the prosecution’s case that morning. He’d been one of the few people sitting behind Haig in the gallery, his eyes fixed on Emily the entire time she spoke.

“You’re Haig’s brother,” she says, and he clenches his teeth.

“His name is Josh.”

She nods and swallows thickly. He was unravelling in front of her, clearly not having thought any of this through beyond hurting her.

“How did you know about Grisham?” she asks and he laughs at her.

“I used to work for the DA’s office. They laid me off when my brother was arrested. When you arrested him. I still have contacts there who let me know about the other cases.”

“What’s your name?” She asks, trying to calm him down, the shake of his hand making nerves roll through her.

“Stuart.”

“Stuart, this isn’t going to help him,” she says, trying to reason with him, the ache in her arms and shoulders turning into pain that burned through her upper body, “This is only going to make things worse.”

Stuart steps towards her again, his finger over the trigger, “If you don’t talk again tomorrow he won’t go down.”

“That isn’t true,” she says, sucking in a breath as he steps even closer, the barrel of his gun against her abdomen, “Even if I’m not there, someone else will be called as an expert witness.”

“Who? He sneers, his breath smelling of whiskey and smoke as it washes over her, “Your boyfriend who almost had his face blown off?”

The door behind them bursts open and Stuart turns, his gun raised and pointed towards it, but he doesn’t have a chance to pull the trigger. A gunshot echoes throughout the room and he falls to the ground, his gun clattering across the metal floor. Emily blows out a breath and looks up, a sound she can’t name catching in her chest as her eyes meet her boyfriend’s.

The team was behind him, their guns raised, Derek clearly the one who had fired the shot that had taken out Stuart.

“Aaron,” she breathes out as he walks towards her, clearly in agony with every step he takes towards her. He’s wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, one she’s sure belongs to Derek, and his arm is strapped to his chest under it, “You’re meant to be in hospital.”

“Like I’d stay there once I found out you were missing,” he says, his eyes flicking up to her cuffed hands.

He knows he doesn’t have the strength to raise his one good hand to unhook her arms that way, so he ducks under the cuffs and into the circle of her arms, He stands up straight and her arms shift from where she’d been hooked to over his shoulders, and he lowers them both to the ground.

“Are you okay?”

They speak simultaneously and then they both laugh, which pulls a wince out of Aaron.

“How about we agree we don’t ask that question until at least the end of the day?” She says, and he nods, resting his forehead against hers as he tries to get his breath back.

“Sounds good to me,” he replies, stamping a kiss against hers.

“How did you figure it out?” She asks and a throat clears from behind them, and she suddenly remembers the team is there too.

“We watched the CCTV the minute we realised you were missing, Bella,” Dave says, walking over and undoing her cuffs before pocketing his key again. She lets the cuffs fall free and unwraps her arms from around Aaron’s neck but she doesn’t move away, “It didn’t take too long to put together.”

“And you let him check himself out of the hospital?” She asks, her face incredulous as she purposely ignores how Aaron protests next to her.

“Have you ever tried to argue with him, Princess?” Derek asks, his hands on his hips, “We can’t all get away with it like you do.”

She groans as he winks knowingly at her and she looks back at her boyfriend and leans in to talk to him, “I think we’re busted.”

He smiles at her, “Sweetheart, I think we were the moment your fridge exploded in my face.”

“Oh please,” JJ says, rolling her eyes at her friends, “We figured it out the moment Hotch ran out of the bullpen like a bat out of hell this morning when he found out about the shooting.”

She looks up at her friends with her eyebrow raised in challenge, “Look, we’ll answer all your questions later,” she says, her hand linked with Aarons, “But can you give us a minute?”

They all nod and Emily is grateful that they know when to push and when not to, and she smiles at Aaron when they back up enough to give them privacy. She leans in and stamps a kiss against his cheek.

“Thank you for coming to save me,” she says, pushing some of his hair from his face, her fingers tracing over one of the cuts on his forehead.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he replies, “Although if we could avoid making a habit out of it when one of my arms is out of action I’d appreciate it.”

She laughs and presses her forehead against his, “Deal.” She closes her eyes and gives herself a moment to breathe him in, the scent of him lingering under the smell of disinfectant and blood.

“Em?”

“Yes, honey,” she says as she pulls back to look at him.

“I could really do with going back to the hospital now.”

-x-

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