#Look at his face like he’s distressed for a hot minute there. He’s got bags under his eyes he’s sweating he’s doing a 1000 yard stare

[ciderjacks]

This always stuck with me for some reason. I wonder what he saw.

[senawashere]

Hi could I request something fluffy for Bradley? Maybe he comes home after a bit too many beers at the Hard Deck and is super needy just needs a bit of affection🤭 please take your time, and no rush! You can go wherever you want with this:)

We're on this together...(Chapter VII)

Summary: Cat is out of the bag.

A/n: It took a lot,sorry.. And thank you @promisingyounglady for thus request,i changed it a bit,hope you will like it!!!

Warnings: Infertility,mentions of miscarrige,mentions of hospital,mentions of getting pregnant,mentiones of ivf.Use of alcohol,arguing,use of bad languange. Not so angsty anymore🥹

September 11 2022

If there was one thing Bradley wanted, it was to spend the rest of his life with you.

If there was one thing Bradley definitely wanted, it was to have a family with you.

You wished he was more creative, more romantic, but when your period was late and you started feeling queasy about food, you took a pregnancy test and burst into tears when you saw the result.

You had been trying for this for years and you were exhausted.

Mental breakdowns, crying sessions, crises, fights, negative tests, negative doctor visits and more, it hurt a lot for years.

But one day everything changed.

That test that you were used to seeing as negative came back positive that day.

You were pregnant.

You wished you could create something to share the news with Bradley, but he came running to your screams, his eyebrows pinched together in distress and he ran into the bathroom with a frantic "Baby?!"

You were jumping, holding the test with tears streaming down your face, "We're going to be parents! Bradley, we're going to be parents!"

"What?!" Bradley screamed, his vision instantly blurring as he gasped for air and gasped for air, and he stood up to ground himself from the overwhelming emotions and pulled you to his chest, giving you a bone-crushing hug.

Another thing you'll remember forever.

°•°•°•

Of course you were smart enough to wait nine months, but you didn't expect Bradley to be so protective of you the moment he found out you were pregnant.

"Why are you using the kettle, baby? There's hot water in there."

"Oh no, honey, you're not taking Duke to the park by yourself."

"Don't sleep too close to the side, baby, come here, into my arms."

"What are you doing?! Hell no, you're not even going near the vacuum cleaner."

You could barely breathe as Bradley watched you, his body ready to interfere with you.

God forbid, because right now your baby is lying in your womb sipping on damn cocktails in your bladder.

“What happened? What happened?” Bradley woke up frantically, his sleepy eyes wide and his hair a mess as he leaned towards you.

“Baby, I’m just gonna pee.” you chuckled quietly.

He rubbed his eyes as he got out of bed, muttering, “Okay, let’s go.”

You sat down on the bed, looking at him in shock as he yawned and waited for you.

“Bradley, I’m seriously just gonna pee,” you said, before pointing to the bathroom, “Right there.”

Your husband’s arrogance made him look at you in confusion, “Yeah, I know. Come on then, let’s go and pee.”

You stood up, “I’m not gonna pee while you’re staring at me like a hawk.”

“Okay, I won’t look then.”

“Roo!”

“Whaaaat?” He shrugged at you as he dragged you to the bathroom, looking at you, “I just want to protect you and our baby.”

“I think that’s great, but baby,” you sighed, “Go back to bed and let me pee on my own, okay?”

He wasn’t sure, his eyebrows furrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest in displeasure as he watched you step closer to him, wearing your fluffy slippers.

“Relax, cranky,” you teased, before pressing a kiss to his cheek and heading into the bathroom.

Brad, being Brad, sat on the bed, his eyes glued to the closed door, mentally prepared to rush you if you did so little as whimper.

But minutes later, you washed your hands, yawned, and rubbed your eyes before jumping on your waiting husband.

You shook your head and let out a laugh of disbelief, “I can’t believe you.”

Worse, Bradley wasn’t the only one constantly freaking out and protecting you from the world’s many terrible dangers, and more specifically, TV remotes, vacuum cleaners, and everything else that was going on around him.

But so was Duke.

The little—now big—pup was definitely his dad’s best friend, because Duke’s body had grown and he would be right next to you whenever a family member or friend got too close. If you were all sitting on the couch, Duke’s paw was always on your belly next to Bradley’s hand.

It was enough to make you wonder if Duke was even human.

Bradley shared the news with the squad when you were almost 3 months pregnant:

"She's over there!"

His voice was drowned out by the clinking of glasses and the heavy bass of the rock song playing through the crappy speakers in the corner of the room, but it was still unmistakable. His "greeting" was followed by shouts and howls from the rest of the group, many of whom raised their glasses in honor of your (late) arrival.

"My hot wife!"

Bradley, despite his drunkenness, smiled widely and greeted you protectively, as he had for the last few weeks – this time he removed your coat and purse, along with any bags or extra weight he had hanging on brass hooks underneath.

You scanned the bar table and his facial expression for any signs of displeasure or concern.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when he started "dad mode," his tendencies to go into overdrive, but it definitely started that rainy and cold Tuesday night in your shared bathroom as you sat leaning against the wall of the tub with three positive pregnancy tests.

“I wish you would stop calling me that, Brad,” you sneered as he helped you free your arms from your jacket. "One day you'll make a scene."

The drunk man chuckled.

"What can i say,baby?."

You nodded and rolled your eyes at his antics as you turned your attention towards to your soon to be husband and the man of the hour, intending to pull him in for quick hug and a kiss.

“Y/n!”

Despite the loud noise of the bar, you heard a familiar voice. You turned back to see Jake coming towards you both. Approaching Bradley first.

"Hello, birthday boy," Jake's voice was soft against the drunken slur that was beginning to take over Bradley.

"It's not nice of you to be late for my party,"

“Well sometimes traffic can be a pain in the ass,you know that. But here are my two favorite people standing together. Come give me a hug” he slurred, pulling both in rather roughly for a bone-crushing hug.

You managed to squeeze out a giggle between Jake's bone-crushing hug.

You saw Bradley stiffen out of the corner of his eye, as if saying, "Jeez calm down, dude. She's pregnant, for God's sake," or letting the interaction continue.

He knew he wasn't allowed to do the first one because you both agreed to wait until all your friends and family gathered at the same time to tell them the great news, so Bradley let Jake hug you. You hugged extra tight despite his unrealistic, dramatic concerns that he would crush his fragile body or somehow harm the baby. When he released you from his grasp, he made sure to send Jake a reassuring smile.

Your greeting to Penny and Natasha was short and sweet, both opting to kiss you on the cheek.

“Let me see it one more time,” Natasha’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper, over the chatter of the bar.

You felt the heat creep up your cheeks as she took your hand in hers to examine the ring on your fourth finger.

The ring was thin and gold, studded with a single, elegant but large diamond in the center.

“It's beautiful,” she whispered, marveling at the way the jewel floated even in the dim, tungsten glow of the bar.

You mumbled a quiet “thank you” before leading back to the other side of the table. You turned to where Bradley was waiting for you with his arms outstretched, a shit-eating grin on his face.

You caught the wind of tequila on his breath as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

You tasted it too, kissing his lips quickly and - oh my god, had he gained weight too? Or was he getting more bulkier? But he looked like a whole damn meal like this too.

"So okay?You did worry me when you said you were going to be late,are you okay now?" Bradley's question was asked in a low voice so only he could hear.

Bradley had been celebrating all day with Jake, Natasha, Javy, Mickey,Bob,Maverick and Penny so this was the first time he saw you since you kissed him and sent him off to work this morning.

You nodded and smiled, but your face made Bradley believe otherwise.

"I felt nauseous when I got home from the office. It took me a little longer to get out the door," he shrugged, implying that it wasn't a big deal but that he didn't feel 100 percent ready to party either.

“Baby,” Bradley half-scolded you, feeling a good portion of his hum leave his body when Y/N said she wasn’t feeling well. Clinging on you like a koala because of the alcohol in his veins.

"Why didn't you tell me you were not feeling good? I would come home and sit with you."

“I wasn't going to ask you to interrupt your best friend's birthday dinner just because I was vomiting for the umpteenth time this week,” you said sternly, making it clear that you were fine.

"I'm fine. I promise."

Bradley's jaw softened at your sentence, the muscles in his torso relaxing from their tense positions.

"Oh! Will you two stop whispering and get drunk with me?!" Jake shouted across the table, bursting the bubble that had temporarily surrounded the couple as both whispered about their sweet little secret they were dying to tell everyone.

“You,” Jake pointed a finger at Y/N’s head. “Don’t be shy. Now,” he pointed at the bartender who was making drinks at the opposite end of their table.

Both you and Bradley chuckled nervously, not sure how to handle the fact that you couldn’t drink without airing dirty laundry.

“I think I need to eat some food before I do that. Why don’t you get some for Bradley,” You grabbed Bradley’s shoulder and pushed him forward, praying that it would be enough to entertain the drunk boy.

“Fine,” Jake glared.

“That’ll make it hard for you to keep up later, though!”

He grabbed Bradley by the bicep and pushed through the crowd to get him liquor, which he was so eager for.

Your conversations with Penny were light, mostly about what they had done today and the bet they had made that Bradley would need to have a ride for the night.

You successfully dodged Natasha’s questions about how the fertility and planning were going,how the doctor was and was it helping your sex life.

“We are trying hard,it is going good,” you replied with a nervous chuckle, the truth being that you were pregnant right now.

It felt like ages before the two of them – Jake and Bradley– returned.

You had chosen the fries and were sipping on the ginger ale Bradley had bought you before Jake came, but you were interrupted when Bradley and Jake returned to the table.

He was drunk.

Quite drunk.

More than tipsy.

Damn he wasn’t even seeing straight anymore.

And you knew it because his body was even warmer and his eyes looked even hazier than before he left.

You definitely imagined them having more than one shot at the bar, but you didn’t have much time to think about it before you felt his arms wrap around your waist and rest on your hips. You returned his touch, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting your head on his chest.

“I love you,” Bradley murmured into the soft spot between your jaw and ear, then his hands slid under your shirt to rest on your lower belly.

“I love you too,” you said again.

You could feel him smiling against your skin as he cradled the barely-there baby bump beneath your oversized sweater.

Bradley was the only one who saw you regularly enough to notice the small changes your body was going through. To everyone else, you still looked like plain old Y/N.

“We like you more but if you don’t stop fooling me in the middle of this bar,” You began, speaking light-heartedly and quietly into your ear, “Everyone will know and you won’t understand. You have to be quiet in order to have that announcement party you’ve been planning for weeks.”

Bradley sighed, knowing you were right, and loosened his grip on your stomach, choosing to at least throw an arm over your shoulder to keep you close.

“I know what you’re up to,” Jake and Natasha looked at the two from across the table.

This caught the attention of not only Jake and Natasha, but also Bob,Maverick and Penny. Everyone turned to look at Jake, anticipating what he was going to say next.

“So what’s going on here, Y/n?” Jake asked flirtatiously.

A frown formed on Btadley’s face, his arms quickly pulled up to his chest as he huffed.

“You’re trying to get out of here and leave us alone on your birthday.”

“I guess I’m not even here then. I guess I am just your fantasy then,” Bradley said, rolling his eyes.

“We’re not trying to leave you, man. I promise,” you stuck your pinky out on the table as a gesture of sincerity.

“Besides.” Jake’s drunken chatter was starting to sound rather childish now, and it was getting more and more entertaining by the second.

“We don’t do that, Bangman,” Bradley Replied.

“Liars. Both of you.”Jake threw a bunch of straw wrappers in Bradley’s direction, which bounced off Bradley’s chest and landed near his feet.

They were both heavily intoxicated now, and you didn’t want a fight between them.

“Where could we possibly go, hmm?” Bradley scoffed, resting his chin on the knuckles of his free hand that was resting on the table. "What better thing could we possibly plan than spending time with you on my birthday dinner?"

They watched as Jake fought his remaining sobriety for an answer, but he eventually gave in to his drunkenness and said, "I don't know. You're probably going to fuck each other or something.”

The table burst out laughing and you hid your face in Bradley’s chest because you were embarrassed.

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” Penny said before taking a long sip of her cocktail.

“Look. We’re in agreement.” Jake tried her best to sound serious in his drunken stupor.

“Prove to me that you won’t leave me at here and have another shot,” Jake said like a 5-year-old.

“Dude why the fuck they would leave you here at his own party dinner?” Bob asked but Bradley cut him off. “Fine,” Bradley shrugged. “Let’s go back to the bar then.”

Bradley started to pull Jake towards him but was stopped abruptly.

“No,” Jake said quickly.

“Y/n too. If you both drink, you can’t go home and leave me,” he said proudly, as if it was the smartest idea he could come up with.

“Hangman, maybe she doesn’t want to drink with y-” Bob was cut once again.

“Oh my god Bob stop, she loves drinking!” Jake absurdly said.

He couldn’t even form proper sentences and he wouldn’t listen to anything you said or Bradley or Bob.

You just knew that Jake was sloppy drunk and acting like an idiot like he always did, but you couldn’t help but feel your palms start to sweat.

You couldn’t tell Jake the real reason you couldn’t have drinks with the group tonight, so you quickly tried to come up with another excuse since you’d been stuffing your belly with fries since he’d given you your last one.

But there was no need to think any further when Bradley was helping you with his.

“She can’t do that, man. Now, come on. Let’s get some more tequila. Looks like Nat,Javy and Mickey needs some more too, hmm?”

You pinched your nose in annoyance. He was doing his best to keep this all under wraps, but Jake was making it extremely difficult.

“Who are you? Her guardian? Are you telling her what she can and can’t do?” he shouted.

“No, you fucking nun. She can’t drink because you can’t drink when you’re pregn-”

Damn it.

Bradley covered his mouth before he could finish his sentence, but it was too late. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking when he said it. To be completely honest, he wasn’t even sure if he was thinking.

He silently prayed that neither Jake nor the others would hear him, but when they all looked between him and you with wide eyes, he knew immediately that it wasn’t true.

“Y/N, are you pregnant?” Maverick was the first to speak.

You felt stuck in place, only able to stare at Bradley with a very fast beating heart and an open mouth.

“I, um, I – yeah?” It came out more as a question due to your state of shock.

“I’m so sorry baby,” Bradley cried, turning to you to comfort you.

He was writhing with fear that you were angry with him, but it was mostly the alcohol that made him think that way.

“You have a baby?” Jake’s voice was unusually low compared to how loud he had been shouting earlier.

“Yes. It will be.” You were laughing nervously as you spoke. “I’m sorry Bradley ruined the surprise. We wanted to throw a big party and tell everyone at the same time, but I think the cat’s out of the bag for you.”

You rubbed the palm of your hand over Bradley’s back, silently assuring him that you weren’t mad at him. But the others were in a completely different world.

Jake didn’t say anything, just moved from his position next to Bob to get between You and Brad.

He looked at you both with an expression that resembled both anger and confusion, which only increased your discomfort.

In a split second, he wrapped his arms around both of you and hugged both of you tightly.

“Wow! This is the best news i heard today. Uncle Jake…What the fuck?! This is amazing!!

Now he was wandering around, smiling from ear to ear as he ran to Mickey and Javy, who had lost their minds again, to pull them into a group hug on her own chairs instead of on yours and Bradleys.

Both your eyes locked on each other in the middle of the group of friends and they were forced to be a part of his sandwich.

A smile and a knowing look exchanged between you, and despite not coming out in the most fashionable way, you knew that your precious little nugget would be surrounded by people who loved them very much. Everybody took their time to hug both of you and congratulate you.

By the end of the night, Jake leaned over his knees and placed his icy hands on your belly.

"Hi, I'm Jake, I love you..." He began to kiss her belly in a drunken voice.

"Fuck off Jake, that's enough." You burst out laughing as Bradley shouted from behind you.

"Okay.”

And that's how your pregnancy was revealed…

Few weeks later…

For a few days, it was Bradley and Duke’s normal protectiveness that you had gotten used to, but it wasn’t until Bradley’s mother invited you to a family gathering that Bradley reached a new level.

“Go join the others, okay?” You told him, “I’ll be fine here with your relatives,” and despite not being sure, he did as you asked, but looked at you often to make sure you were okay.

When someone is pregnant, that’s the talk of any sit-down.

“You’re glowing!” Many of Bradley’s family members fawned over your belly and your pregnancy, “Did you find out the sex of the baby?” one woman asked. You said you didn’t because you wanted to know when the baby was born.

All of this was fine.

But.

A lot of hands were constantly touching your belly.

You knew it was good intentions, but you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with every hand touching your belly—hands from people you weren’t that familiar with.

Every time someone touched your belly, you tried to take a discreet step back, trying to put your hands on your belly before they did, but it was no use.

Bradley knew you like the back of his hand.

So, in a failed attempt to hide your discomfort, he immediately tried to save you as you stood with a forced smile on your face with 6 of his relatives.

“Hi,” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist before placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

“What if you’re not the father!” A woman joked happily, “We were just giving Y/N tips for the first month when the baby came,” she said before leaning forward to caress your belly, “I think it’s a baby girl.”

You frowned at the touch, taking a slight step back as you also moved closer to Bradley. He understood, wrapping his other arm around your waist, his relative pulling his hand away reflexively,

“Anyway, I’ll be so happy. Can you give us one minute please?” He asked them with a gentle smile before taking your hand in his and letting you both go to a quieter place.

You sighed in relief, caressing your little belly.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked softly, his hands covering your face, “What’s wrong, honey?”

“I just-” You sighed again, feeling overwhelmed with emotions that would make you cry.

“Hey, hey,” Bradley’s mood changed instantly, his eyebrows furrowed as he hugged you, pulling you closer to his chest, “I’m right here, I’m right here.”

“I just,” your husky voice said before you pulled away slightly but still leaned into him, “Everyone keeps touching my belly. Like, all these hands and all these people and some of them are like, some of them are just rubbing it or something or holding it there for a long time so they can feel the baby kick and it just makes me so uncomfortable.”

Bradley nodded as you spoke, looking into your eyes as he began, “You have every right to be uncomfortable, baby, I’m so sorry,” he said softly, “How about we go home, yeah? We can just go.”

“But your mom-”

He shook his head, “My mom will understand, I promise. I care about your comfort more than anything else,” he said. “Let’s go, okay?”

“Okay,” you sniffled.

“Yeah?” He smiled softly and leaned down to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss. “I love you, I’m so sorry.”

“I love you too,” you replied, before sighing, wrapping your arms around him. “And my back really hurts.”

“We’ll go home,” he said as he began to rub your back. “And I’ll massage you until you fall asleep, how does that sound?”

“Heavenly.”

He murmured, “How about I call my mom so you can say goodbye? You don’t have to say goodbye to everyone, I don’t want more people touching you.”

“You mean like I don’t know,” you shrugged, “Isn’t it a bit rude?”

“Fuck it,” Bradley replied instantly, “I can’t risk making you feel any more uncomfortable because someone might think it’s rude.”

And he kept his promise. Bradley called his mom so you could sneak off alone and say goodbye to the relatives.

And then he kept his promise once more because as soon as you got home he was buzzing around like a busy bee, making sure you were happy and comfortable before massaging your back.

“Mmh i love you so so so much,baby”

“Love you too honey.”

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[seonghwaddict]

EYES DON’T LIE — iii. a worthy competitor.

synopsis. you've always resented jeong yunho, and you were positive that the end of high school would've marked the end of your rivalry and hatred. yet now you find yourself in the same crappy hotel as him. assigned to be right next to each other much like the good old times.

pairing. jeong yunho x fem! reader. genre. mini-series, fluff, slice of life, mature, academic rivals to lovers, non-idol au. chapter warnings. swearing.

word count. 2.1k. rating. pg-13

chapter ii. chapter iii. chapter iv.

yunho’s life post high school was blissful, to say the least.

he went to his dream university and just like you graduated as the top student of that year. not long after that he landed a job at a relatively large tech company and after promotion upon promotion, he became the multi-billion-won company’s CTO. He lived lavishly; a shining example of what he was able to achieve thanks to his determination and unwavering passion.

at least until all of that came crashing down.

because the CEO just had to get involved in activities that became the downfall of the company. unbeknownst to him, the CEO had been part of an underground piracy organisation and sold the private information of millions of users to malicious parties. when the news got to the police, well… it was chaos. law enforcement swarmed the headquarters to detain the CEO as well as anyone that was identified on the list of people involved. a mess that he had no part of.

in hindsight, yunho should be carrying more than the company card and a suitcase when traveling for business trips, during which all this news got out. but how was he supposed to know he’d go from a highly respected worker to jobless in a matter of 24 hours?

and so he found himself in a shitty hotel, paying with the few bills he could find after rummaging around in his bag. the company card declined when he tried booking a different hotel—the fancy one the company had paid for forced him to leave after they found out he was affiliated with that company. for obvious reasons, he had been confused until he checked his phone for the first time that day and found hundreds of notifications flooding the lock screen that depicted picture of him and his best friend.

speaking of his best friend.

as soon as got into his his temporary bedroom—aka the hotel room that smelled so odd he opened the window as wide as he could and stuck his head out to avoid the stench—he called the man he’s known since they were toddlers, ranting about the situation. unsurprisingly, he found the situation immensely funny.

“so you’re poor now?”

“no, mingi, i just don’t have my personal card. i’ll go withdraw money tomorrow morning.” yunho propped his camera up on the small desk opposite the bed, leaning back in the creaking wooden chair as he rubbed at his temples, dreading the oncoming headache he was starting to feel. “but i’m jobless, for now.”

mingi pursed his lips, nose scrunching as he looked at his phone screen, watching how distressed yunho looked. “how can i help you, then?”

a shrug was the first response he got. “just-” the rotating chair squeaked as yunho leaned a bit further to stare up at the ceiling for a moment before reverting his gaze back to his phone. “just talk to me about something else, distract me for now.”

“okay then,” the fake blond’s face brightened and a wide grin spread across his face as he sat up and leaned closer. “so, you know my boss hongjoong, right?”

and so the next ten minutes were filled with him gossiping about how his boss seemed to have the hots for a cute reporter. yunho listened, grateful to get his mind off his current predicament, but barely registered any words being said. he occasionally replied with agreeing hums or other reactions suitable for the context, but he couldn’t help but feel the tell tale signs of his body wanting to rest. mingi seemed to catch on as he paused his story and squinted at his phone screen, catching the way his best friend’s eyes drooped with fatigue.

“hello? earth to yunho?”

he stirred awake, snorting in a breath before yawning. he checked the time on his very expensive watch briefly before his eyes flickered back up to mingi.

“you look tired, man,” worry was written all over his face, sure he could already see dark circles forming under yunho’s eyes. “get some rest.”

“yeah… yeah, that’s a good idea.” yunho spoke through his yawn, hand covering his open mouth.

they said their goodbyes and ended the call. yunho sat in silence for a moment. he turned the chair, inspecting the bed. it was sad, small and pretty empty. wishing he was back home on his soft king sized bed, he poked the mattress, frowning at the firmness before pulling back and looking at the pillows. well, pillow. singular. while the mattress felt to stiff, the pillow the opposite. he got up to check the little closet for another pillow that he could stack on top to add some firmness, but to no avail.

after a moment of hesitation, he decided to ask the guy at the lobby if he could possibly have an extra pillow. before head for the door, he stopped in the bathroom, checking his teeth and brushing his hand through his dark hair, a little overgrown and resembling a mullet. he fixed the tie of his suit that he had yet to take off and left the bathroom, his hand wrapping around the door handle of the room and pulling it open.

as he stepped out, his temporary neighbour seemed to have just arrived. turning to greet the stranger, he stopped in his tracks just as she had.

what a perfect end to his day. the cherry on top, really.

truthfully, he hadn’t given you much thought after your high school graduation. (he actually did. a friend of his went to the same university as you and he’d occasionally ask him if he knew how you were doing). but seeing you now, he realised you hadn’t changed much. of course, you seemed to have a grown a tiny bit and you looked more mature, but those eyes—those soft eyes, so pretty, red and puffy through your tears—were undeniably yours. he recognised you before he recognised the state you were in, a sobbing mess. in all the years he had known you, he doesn’t recall ever seeing you cry. seeing you like this, with flushed and tear stained cheeks, made his head spin for a moment.

before he could open his mouth to say anything, you were gone. he watched the door of your room fall shut, followed by a thud from inside the room. what it may have been—a kick to the wall, a punch, an item thrown across the room—he wouldn’t have been able to tell as he stared at the door dumbly. he wasn’t sure how long he stood there, but what else was he supposed to do when he ran into you of all people in this obscure hotel and somehow ended up next to each other?

watching you disappear through that door reminded him too much of the last time he saw you.

though it had been a warm summer, it rained on the last day of school. having checked the weather, he brought an umbrella with him. but as he watched you stand front of the entrance of the school, alone and looking out into the rain without a jacket, let alone an umbrella, with a conflicted frown and nothing to protect you from the rain but the roof, he found himself caring about you. before he realised it, he stood in front of you, holding out his black umbrella and consequently getting a little wet.

you couldn’t help but stare at him, your gaze switching between his unusually sincere face and hand extending the red handle of the umbrella. you shook your head, insisting that you won’t take it, but he cut you off.

“come on, it’s just an umbrella, i have no problem walking home in the rain.”

“no, please, yunho, it’s your umbrella, i’ll figure something out. you’ll get sick.”

after some more back and forth, he offered a compromise. you could walk home together.

and that’s exactly what the two of you did. you walked side by side, squeezed together under the umbrella, droplets of rain occasionally hitting your right shoulder or his left shoulder. despite the weather, it was oddly peaceful. a steady conversation flowed between the two of you, free of any teasing or insults. you weren’t quite sure why he was being so nice, but you supposed it was the last you’d see each other before heading separate ways.

unfortunately, the two of you thought at the time, you lived in the same apartment building. while you lived on the third floor, he was up on the fifth. he decided it only made sense to walk you to your place first. unlike your walk outside, the short journey from the elevator to your front door was dead silent. even when you got to the front door, neither of you spoke for a moment until he cleared his throat, his voice almost… emotional?

“i guess this is it, huh?”

“yeah… i guess… have fun finding a better, funnier, smarter rival in college.”

“nah, i don’t think i’ll even bother.”

“hm? really? i thought you’re all about that competition.”

“yeah, but you’re the only person worth competing with.”

he’d never forget the way your eyes widened comically as you looked at him after that, a blush so faint it was easy to miss in this horrible lighting. maybe all the people saying you’d make a good couple were on to something. still, he knew you’d never see each other again, there was no point in trying anything. his cell phone rang, interrupting the tense silence. it was his mother, telling him to hurry and get home.

“i… uh, i have to go… but i’ll see you around, someday?”

you smiled, a smile so genuine his stomach did a cartwheel.

“i’ll see you around, someday.”

you stared at each other for a moment, stood across from each other in the hallway. he wasn’t sure what to do. should he hug you? should he just turn and leave? you seemed just as conflicted. after a long minute, you both extended your hands for a handshake at the same time. a small laugh was shared as your hands intertwined in a slow handshake, holding onto each other a few moments too long. his thumb rubbed over the back of your hand gently. he gave it a small squeeze before letting go and bowing his head, winking playfully.

“good luck out there, y/n.”

“likewise, yunho.”

and with the you disappeared through the front door, much like you had moments ago. though at that time you didn’t look so heartbroken. eventually he got himself to put one foot in front of the other and head to the lobby for his original mission.

he thanked the lobby man quietly as he was handed two more pillows, his mind still occupied with you. you’d think that whatever he felt for you on that last day would’ve dissipated by now, but that was quite the opposite. despite it having been so many years, seeing you again felt like a punch to his throat.

on his way back to his room, he thought about knocking on your door for a split second. in the end, he concluded you probably wouldn’t want to talk to him. he wasn’t sure what he would’ve said anyway. hey, it’s really nice seeing you again, by the way did i mention that i’ve realised i had a massive crush on you that time we said goodbye and those feelings haven’t gone away?

no, absolutely fucking not.

he nearly slapped himself at the hypothetical monologue, dragging himself to his hotel room. a soft thump resounded as he tossed the pillows on his bed before undressing and getting under the thin covers. the time it took for him to fall asleep was unclear as he stared up at the ceiling. whoever rented the room above him seemed to want to make a joke in the ground, thundering stomps making the ceiling and his open window shake.

had he not stepped out at that time to get pillow and bumped into you, he would’ve probably been cursing and swearing to himself to get out of this place first thing in the morning. but, considering who his current neighbour was, he couldn’t help but think…

would one or two more days really be so bad?

[ lilo's notes . . . ] hii sorry it took so long to update this, i hope this makes up for it 💔💔 we finally get a little gimped into yunho’s feelings!! yippee!! i’m sorry he comes off as a little stuck up near the beginning, but please understand he went from a luxurious suite to a hotel on the brink of falling apart; i think most people would be a little disappointed 🙏🙏 he’s not a bad guy i promise

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[runningthroughthegarden]

love in the moonlight

summary: filming on the set of scream vi was all fun and games. until you started falling head over heels for your best friend. confessing your love in the moonlight was not at all what you expected to be doing.

word count: 1.2k fluff!!

"ugh i don't know what to do!!" you whine, falling back on the sofa in the makeup trailer.

"hey you already know what im going to suggest" jenna giggles as the makeup artist does some final touches.

"i can't just walk up to him and be all like 'oh by the way im like super in love with you' " you explain.

"no that's exactly what you need to do!" jenna pleads. she walks over to you, flopping down beside you.

"but what if i tell him and ruin the whole friendship thing" you whisper, turning your head to meet jenna's eyes.

"oh my god. have you seen the way he looks at you?? that man is in love. i guarantee it."

you look away from her, staring back up at the ceiling wondering how you got into this situation.

-

wrapping up your final scene for the day you head back to your trailer. not much to your surprise jack is already outside waiting for you. he;s leaning against the side of the trailer as his skin glows from the moonlight. you can't help but stare for a moment to take him all in.

"hey pretty girl! all done?" he asks, a smiling spreading across his face at the sight of you.

"mhm im so tired" you respond opening the door to your trailer. while also hiding the blush on your face from the nickname.

"you wanna get changed and go back to my place?" jack asks.

"yeah ofc! just give me a couple minutes!"

soon after you open your trailer back up making sure to turn everything off. putting your tote bag on your shoulder, you gesture to jack signaling your ready to go.

"how were your scenes today?" you ask while walking

"they were really good!! except at one point i bumped into this extra and i felt so bad. i think i made up for it by giving her my number though. she was really pretty" he explains with a giggle.

"oh, yeah that was nice" you fake a smile as you feel your heart sink.

-

you soon arrive back at jack's place, where you found yourself spending a lot of time. dropping your tote bag, you immediately fall back onto jack's bed.

"well someone is tired" jack laughs glancing over at you.

"movie night?" you smile while getting more comfortable.

"you know it!"

jack puts on one of your favorite movies and joins you in bed. you two had always done stuff like this but for some reason tonight felt different. jack begins talking pulling you away from your anxious thoughts.

"hey so i was thinking maybe you could help me text that girl i was telling you about" he asks while handing you his phone.

"oh yeah um sure" you say taking the phone in your hand.

"so what do you want to say" you question.

"do you think its too soon to ask her on a date?"

you try to keep your composure hearing those words come out of his mouth.

"uhm maybe not" you whisper feeling tears brim your eyes.

"okay maybe start with 'hey! i think you're super gorgeous and i was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date with me?' " he finishes.

you stare at the phone for a second feeling all your composure slowly break down.

"i'm too nervous to send it you do it" jack giggles fidgeting with his fingers.

"i can't im sorry" you say, a tear threatening to slip from your eye.

"what?" he questions at your sudden mood change.

feeling hot tears down your face you quickly try to get out of the room. why were you so worked up? why were you crying over such a small gesture he was making? why were you making a fool of yourself? god this was so stupid.

jack very quickly notices your distress. you're already walking out of his room before he can even get the chance to ask what's wrong. all he does is stare in shock as you gather all your belongings.

"hey hey what are you doing? what's wrong?" he questions, you can hear the full distress and concern in his voice.

"i just really need to go home" you say giving his phone back. this is the first look of you he's been able to see since you started freaking out. he grows even more worried when he sees your glassy eyes and red nose.

"was it something i did? what can i do to help?" he pleads.

"nothing i promise i just really need to go" you respond, you can feel your voice betraying you as your vision becomes blurrier.

"okay well at least let me drive you home" he says reaching for his keys on the counter.

"no jack please just let me go" you slightly raise your voice.

he stays silent and you take this opportunity to walk out the front door. quickly calling a cab, you feel your face cool as the cold wind hits your tear-stained cheeks.

"okay i tried to be considerate and let you go but i just can't. seriously what's wrong. please tell me i just want to help" he pleads.

you slowly turn around to face him. faces just inches apart, you stare into the same eyes you've loved for so long. you let your eyes roam his features, just taking him in. his cheeks and nose slowly turning a bright pink from the cold wind.

"i'm in love with you jack" you finally confess.

“and i have been for a really long while, i just never knew how to tell you" you whisper, growing insecure. he doesn't say anything for what feels like an eternity and you very quickly regret everything that has just happened.

going to turn around you are very quickly interrupted by jack's strong hands snaking around your waist pulling you closer. shocked by his movement you stare at him wide eyed. staring into each other's eyes he closes the gap and meets your lips. taking a few seconds to register what the hell is happening you very quickly kiss back.

wrapping your arms around his neck trying to get any closer you could possibly be. hands roaming his curls as his hold your waist even tighter. breaking away from the kiss you take a moment to process.

"im in love with you too" he finally confesses.

taking a moment to process everything, your thoughts finally catch up to you. "why didn't you do that like forever ago?!" you yell pushing his chest.

"what?!" he questions, confused at yet another sudden change in emotion.

"i've literally spent so much time going insane over you" you laugh.

"what!!! i've been going insane! i have been sending so many signals but you're oblivious or something!" he responds laughing as well.

"okay so we're even" you smile.

"one more thing and we're even" he responds, pulling you closer and kissing you again.

"so you're not going out with that girl right?" you question, putting your arms around his neck to hold him closer.

"oh she wasn't real i was just trying to make you jealous" he calmly explains.

"jack!! oh my god i hate you" you say in disbelief.

"mmm you just said you love me" he responds with a fake confused face.

"oh shut up" you giggle, pulling him in a for another kiss.

and there you were, two teenagers in love kissing in the moonlight.

[oneforthemunny]

an angel's kiss in spring |mafia!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: the mafia!eddie fluff you all wanted is here.

contains: fluff lol. just pure fluff. some mafia themes but really just super sweet fluff.

"Eddie!"

He shouldn't have jumped the way he did, startled and gripping the glock on his hip, fingers wrapping around the piece. Lucifer growled at the jostled movement of his master, ears perking and turning towards you.

It wasn't a distressed call by any means, more excited than anything, but Eddie still found himself on edge. Far too consumed in his own anxieties and fears, years of stacked skeletons in his closet did that to him. He knew it was silly to look for threats here. It was a farmer's market in the shit hole middle of nowhere, a thirty minute haul out to the boonies. He didn't conduct business here; hell, he was convinced that the only business done out here was this farmer's market. Yet, he still was ready. Guard up and on alert so at any moment, he was ready; he had to be.

You hadn't seemed to notice his distress, Hades' leash in your hand while you stepped closer to the small vendor. Eddie pushed his band tee back down, covering the holster, eyes scanning the area. His curls were frizzing with every passing second in the muggy, hot air of the summer. He felt out of place, out in jeans and Reeboks instead of his usual work attire.

"What'd ya find, baby?" Eddie pushed his sunglasses further up the bridge of your nose, free hand skating over your back gently.

"Look," You grinned, holding up the small plastic bag. "They're dog treats."

Diablo's ears perked at the use of his favorite word, sitting at attention with his brothers, eyes trained on you. Eddie clicked his tongue, a signal to relax. "That's nice."

"It's banana, peanut butter, and oats- and oh! These have pumpkin! Vecna loved the pumpkin bread I made-"

"-That you weren't supposed to give him." Eddie gave you a stern look that bore through the tinted lenses of his frames.

You blushed, thighs twitching at his tone. "Well, he loved it." You chirped, swiping a bag. "I'll get him these, and... oh, there's bacon ones? Oh, they will all love those. Look, honey, they're all home made. Isn't that so cute?" You gushed.

Eddie nodded at the older woman, who beamed at your compliments. "Very cool." Eddie gave a half smile, already reaching for his wallet in his back pocket.

"I got it." You pushed his hand away, reaching into your bag.

Eddie paused, blinking behind his glasses before scoffing. "C'mon," He rolled his eyes, passing a fifty towards the woman. "You lost your mind?"

You smirked, huffing at him with feigned annoyance. The woman cut her eyes up to you two, warm and kind. "You two are very sweet. Have you been together long?"

You grinned. "Almost two years." You hugged his waist tightly.

Eddie let himself melt into you. There was no need for the frigid exterior here. No one knew who he was, this woman certainly didn't or her hands would be trembling when she handed him the bag. "Keep the change." Eddie nodded towards her when she went to her little change box.

She blinked at him, mouth rounding in surprise to match her eyes. "Sir, that's-"

Eddie waved her off. "Have a great day." He smirked, taking the paper bag for you, his free hand still on your waist.

"That was very sweet." You smiled up at him. "Probably made her whole day."

Eddie blushed, lips pressing together to hold back his own smile. He beamed in your praise, wanted to drown himself in it. "'s nothing, really. Just thirty bucks."

"Yeah, but that's thirty bucks to her. Might mean something different than to you." You tilted your head at him.

He nodded easily. "Hope it does. She made you happy. She deserved it."

It was your turn to blush, hiding your face gently in his chest, walking through the gravelly dirt. Eddie let you pile up your bag with fresh vegetables, fruits, jams. You liked coming here. You insisted "fresh produce" was better than the stuff at the store, and he'd believe you. Of course, he would. He'd believe anything you told him.

"You're sweet, you know that?" Your tone is love drunk, dazed and warm, blinking up at him. The sun illuminating his curls, the hints of those walnut flecks through his hair shining with sunshine.

Eddie grinned, dimples deep in his own cheeks, pulling you closer to his side. "Yeah? Don't tell anyone." He muttered, pressing his lips to the top of your head. "Don't blow my cover. Got a reputation to uphold."

You snorted, shaking you head lightly. "Think you've gone soft since you've been hanging around me, Munson."

"Sure." Eddie rolled his eyes. "Don't get too ahead of yourself, kitten. I can show you how mean I am if you keep teasing me." He growled lowly, the hand on your hip sliding down to the fatty flesh of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze that had your shrilling in giggles.

The dogs turned, glaring and snarling at Eddie at your distress sound. He clicked his teeth, louder this time, and they fell back into line. Normally, he'd be mad at their disobedience, but he couldn't blame them for looking out for you. Made him proud that they wanted to protect you. That they loved you.

"You've ruined them." Eddie shook his head at you, watching you scratch Diablo's head with a coo. "Spoiled them rotten."

"Whatever. They deserve it, don't you? Yes, you do my little precious baby boys! You deserve it!" You cooed at them in a high pitched voice that had them wagging their tails, jumping and panting to get closer to you.

Eddie opened the door, unclipping their leashes, whistling for them to pile in. You slid into the passenger seat, grinning back at the boys, panting and scrambling around in the back. "Put the windows down for them, please." You asked, setting your produce below your feet.

Eddie obliged, one hand putting the car in reverse while the windows lowered, hand pulling out of the spot expertly. His hand found your thigh easily, cupping it gently, lips curling at the way you flushed, wrapping around his arm and kissing his elbow sweetly.

You giggled, watching Diablo and Vecna in the window, wagging tongues out in the wind, ears blowing in the breeze. "Look at them, baby." You leaned your head against his, looking out the side mirror. "They're just the cutest."

Eddie smirked, looking over at you. "Not as cure as you, honey." He muttered, squeezing your thigh so you'd squeal. Like clockwork, you did.

You rolled your eyes, propping your chin on his veiny forearms to look at him. "That was cheesy." You sighed, kissing the hem of his shirt.

Eddie flushed, tingling under your kiss. He wanted to reach over, pull the car over and kiss you all sloppy and sweet, press you up against the seat and make out with you until his lips were numb. Until you were clawing at his back and whining in his ear. Normally, he would, but with the dogs, that would be a challenge.

So he grabbed your hand instead, bringing your knuckles to his lips, kissing each one with a gentle softness that had you blushing. "How about that?" Eddie muttered, winking at you. "That cheesy too?"

"A little." You giggled, tightening your hug around his bicep. "'s alright. I liked it. Like it when you get all cheesy and cliche-y on me. It's sweet."

Eddie snorted lightly, looking at Lucifer biting the air out side of the window. "Not many people would describe me as sweet."

You shrugged. "Not many people know you like I do." You said simply. "You're pretty sweet, Munson. The sweetest person I know."

Eddie didn't reply, his hand squeezing yours affectionately instead, but you saw the bob of his throat. You saw the way his jaw flexed, not angry but more emotional. You knew he wouldn't ever say it, couldn't say it, but it meant a lot to him that you saw him that was. Soft and sweet... kind even. For you? He would be.

How could he not?

When you smothered him in kisses and sweet words. When you loved him so unconditionally, without limits or consequences. He trusted you, loved you, would do anything for you.

It's why he drove an hour and a half out to the middle of no where for you. To a Farmer's Market when he could go to Melvald's and get most of this. You wanted to go here, it made you happy, so he took you. The smile on your face when you got something new and fun, like the treats for the dogs, oh, it made it all worth it.

Eddie loved when you'd get home, cutting up the fruit and mixing it in a large bowl, scooping out some for him. It reminded him of his mother, how she'd always bring him some when he was upset, her silent way of showing love and care for him.

He loved spending time with you, in the garden, throwing a slobbery tennis ball to the dogs that clambered over each other to get it and bring it back to you. You sat in the grass with him, snuggled into him even in the heat. He didn't mind. Just happy to be with you, feel normal and peaceful in these moments with you.

[whitemancumslut]

sad harry for ya

harry comes home with tears flooding his eyes. he knew you weren’t home before him so he didn’t even bother calling out for you.

he sadly made his way up the staircase and into the bedroom where he can finally strip out of his clothes of distress and into the bathroom.

harry gets in the shower and sobs. letting it all coming out. even though he was alone he still wouldn’t want to hear the emptiness of the home and his sobs together.

the water hit him as he cried and cried feeling his chest pain.

all of this work had finally got him to a breaking point. you couldn’t blame him. constantly in the studio, pushing dates back and forth… he was overwhelmed. all he needed was to be in his lover’s arms right now.

harry got out the shower after a good twenty minutes of drying his tears so when you came back their was no sign of tears.

when you entered the house and saw harry you knew something was off. you first called out his name, nothing. you called again, nothing. His car was in the driveway so he was definitely home. Maybe he was in the shower? You thought.

But you finally made your way up the stairs and into your shared bedroom, immediately meeting the figure of a sad harry. no, he wasn’t crying, but you could tell because he didn’t greet you with that heartwarming smile he does every single day.

you dropped your bag at the door and walked up in front of him. “baby? what’s wrong?” your hands softly found a whole on each of his cheeks which brings tears to his eyes.

he sighs as he leans into your touch. he doesn’t answer you, he just stays looking down at his fidgeting fingers.

the silence was killing you. “baby, look at me. what’s going on?” he finally looked up at you and your heart breaks. his eyes are going red like he’s been crying all day, your brows furrowed in concern as you softly caress his face.

he once again didn’t answer you but he shook his head and you figured he’ll tell you later. you weren’t going to force it out, when he was ready, he was ready.

you backed away from him, taking off your shoes, and work pants that were awfully uncomfortable and took off your jacket. leaving you in just a t shirt and underwear sitting across from him, laying again the headboard of your shared bed, calling his name softly.

harry sighed as he slowly made his way to lay his head right above your tummy. his legs wrapped around yours.

your fingers slide their way into his tight curls, massaging his scalp softly bringing comfort to him immediately. a hot tear drops down his face and hits your shirt, your heart breaks even more when you can feel the fabric against your skin.

you hear his sniffles, the way his fingers are fidgeting with the sides of your t-shirt, it was all a pain to witness.

you rub your hand other hand that’s not in his hair and rub it up and down his warm back. feeling his slow breaths as he lets out soft cries trying his best not to drench your shirt with tears but you being there just makes it known it’s okay.

[strangersatellites]

pride, envy, sloth, gluttony, greed, lust, ao3

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

wrath (noun): uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and even hatred. wrath often reveals itself in the wish to seek vengeance. in its purest form, wrath presents with injury, violence, and hate

cw: rough sex, unhealthy relationships, blood, unsafe sex, choking, slapping, dacryphilia, angst (????) on accident, probably more tbh they genuinely fucking hate each other in this universe

This thing they’d had going on for three months now really had started off fun.

It started out soft and sweet. Stolen kisses in the back of The Hideout, quick, messy blowjobs in the backseat of Steve’s car, booty calls late at night when one or the other couldn’t sleep.

He can’t really identify what went wrong or when. All Steve knows is that the butterflies that he used to get when Eddie came around have turned and twisted into something sharp and heavy. Now when they’re within earshot of each other it's all biting insults and low-blows.

Somewhere along the line, the happiness that Eddie planted in his heart morphed into bitter resentment. But Steve’s nothing if not self-sacrificial, and the sex was too good to give up. Who is he to deny himself of the only good thing Eddie has left to offer him? So now he finds himself shoved into bar bathrooms and left high and dry, bruises mottled up and down his chest and dark bags under his eyes from a fitful sleep. Somehow he’s convinced himself it's better than nothing.

On nights where he can’t shake the memory of Eddie’s lips on his and his heart fluttering pretty and soft, he goes out. 

He goes out to a seedy club and he finds someone that he won’t remember the name of in the morning and he tries anything to clear his mind. Nothing’s ever as good.

Tonight he’s found himself a few beers deep and tracing water stains on the bar top at some place he’s never been just outside of town. He’d spent the last ten minutes or so talking to a guy that looked like he’d show him a good enough time. Dark, curly hair cut so that it flopped down into his face, pretty blue eyes that went a shade darker when they looked Steve over, and a shirt cut low enough that Steve could see ink swirl across his collarbones in vines and leaves. 

Steve thinks his name is Adam, but he wasn’t really listening and still really isn’t. He’s found that a few soft laughs and hums while guys talk is usually enough to feign interest long enough to coax them to a bathroom. 

This guy, Adam maybe, is about two seconds away from dragging him there himself, he can tell. It’s written all over his body language. Steve smiles his prettiest smile and flutters his eyelashes.

But as soon as he opens his mouth to purr something like “Do you want to get out of here?” There are strong arms snaking around his waist and teeth scraping at his throat and Steve’s blood runs hot in an instant. He’s well-accustomed to it no longer being a good sensation.

Steve shoves his elbow back with as much force as he can muster and it all goes red before he even hears his chuckle.

“Strike out again, Harrington? I made it just in time then, huh sweetheart,” Eddie coos in a tone dripping with condescension.

He’s on his feet and shoving at Eddie’s chest with enough force he knows it’ll bruise, sees it knock the wind out of him a bit. Gets right up in his face and would do anything to rip that self-satisfied smirk right off of it.

“You miserable fucking prick,” he spits, uncaring of the way Eddie flinches back the tiniest bit. “I was not striking out, and I never am! And yet here you come acting like you’re saving some damsel in distress when it’s you crawling back to me. Every. Single. Time,” he punctuates with jabs to his chest. 

Eddie’s smile doesn’t leave as he huffs a laugh. His tongue swipes across sharp, sharp teeth and he leers at Steve with narrowed eyes. Predatory in a way Steve liked once upon a time but now makes him want to punch out his teeth. He’s got his hands in his pockets and he looks entirely too comfortable with the fact that he just ruined Steve’s night. Again.

“God, sweetheart. You’re so wound up,” he whispers, face pinching up in faux concern. He brings his hands up to smooth down Steve’s biceps and digs his fingers in tight enough that he doesn’t budge with Steve’s attempts at shaking him off. “Tell me. When was the last time someone fucked you good enough that you remembered his name the next morning, now be honest.” He leans in close and that smirk is back and Steve hates it. “You can say it was me, honey. It’ll be our little secret.” 

And Steve’s seeing red again because he’s right. 

It was him. It’s always him and probably always will be. 

He gets back up in his space once more and makes sure he’s looking at his eyes when he whispers a sharp “Fuck. You.”

And it's only for a split second but he swears he sees hurt flash through brown eyes. Gone in an instant and replaced with a real, raw indifference that Steve thinks might be worse. 

He feels a hand at the back of his neck and Eddie’s lips brush his ear. 

“Yours or mine?”

And it was always going to go like this. Steve’s not under any illusions. Knew this time wouldn’t be different. But it still stings the way that he knows in an alternate universe that question might’ve been accompanied with giggles and a kiss. 

But then he remembers the way that Eddie looked so proud when Steve first said he hated him and the rage is back ten-fold.

He turns on his heel and knows he’s being followed.

“Yours. Don’t want you in my fucking house.”

*****

Steve’s got Eddie’s wrists pinned to the wall above his head and his teeth raking down his neck. Wants to leave a mark. A memory. 

He hears Eddie gasp as Steve’s hips shove hard against his own and he shoves harder in retaliation.

“Remember when you used to kiss me?” Steve asks, Eddie’s breath against his face enough to pull some bricks from the walls he’s spent months building.

He feels more than hears Eddie’s hum. Feels his knee come up to shove him backwards until he’s the one pressed against the wall, face turned sideways and arms pinned behind his back.

“Yeah sweetheart.” He leans in to bite at Steve’s ear and make him hiss.

Steve’s grinning, ugly and mean when he grits out “Worst decision of my fucking life.”

But now Eddie’s the one smirking, he can hear it when he speaks. “Mine too. Liked my life a lot better when I didn’t know what you taste like.”

Steve aims for the shin when he bucks a foot backwards, nails it if Eddie’s grunt is anything to go by. He spins around and shoves at Eddie hard enough to send them both to the floor, grateful for a second the fact that his muscle mass makes it easy to manhandle his way into what he wants. 

He laughs, loud and fake. “Now see, that I just don’t believe, Eddie.” He’s got his eyebrows raised high and pout on his lips and he knows what’s coming and he relaxes into it.

And yeah maybe Steve’s strong, but Eddie knows him. Knows when his guard is down. He gets his knees up around Steve’s hips and flips them over, Steve’s back against the ground and there’s the fury Steve’s been after. Been trying to bring it out all night.

Eddie’s got a ringed hand pressed tight against Steve’s throat when he finally lets himself feel. Feel good the way only Eddie can make him. Lets the fight drain out of him as his vision goes spotty. Eddie’s spitting words in his face, “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” and saliva into his mouth and it’s so bad-good.

His next breath is heaving as he comes back down and Eddie’s already standing and walking away. 

“Get up. I don’t have all night.”

And now that he’s got Eddie mad, got him fired up, he knows he can let himself go. Lets himself fall even though he knows Eddie’s not going to catch him. Thinks it's worth it until it's not. Until tomorrow when he remembers the way he and Eddie won’t look at each other when their friends are around. They way they don’t talk.

Because this is how it's always going to go. He’s going to let Eddie rile him up, make his sharp, heavy butterflies flutter out in words he thinks he doesn’t really mean. He’s going to push and push and push until Eddie breaks. And even though he started it, Eddie always will. Break, that is. He’ll break out of his self-assured, indifferent asshole persona and he’ll turn into something real and mean. Someone that hates Steve back. 

Steve thinks it shouldn’t feel as good as it does.

There’s nothing gentle about the way Eddie stretches him open. The way he smacks the inside of Steve’s thigh hard enough it leaves a welt the shape of his hand. 

He’s got two fingers inside him and Steve feels so good and he can’t help but talk. Head thrown back, words fall from his lips between desperate moans. 

“Hate you so fucking much.”

A smack to his ass and a dejected huff. 

“Yeah. I know you do sweetheart."

Steve groans in annoyance but his back arches all the same.

“Hate it when you call me that.”

And he’s not looking but he knows Eddie is rolling his eyes. 

“I know you do, baby.”

And there’s tears pricking at the back of his eyes because sure he really does hate this man. Really does think he’d have been better off never meeting him. But all he can hear when Eddie calls him “baby” is the way he used to say it through laughter against his skin.

He knows he’s pouting but he thinks he deserves it with the bitter memories he’s fighting away. “Hate that even worse.”

Eddie pulls his fingers out and crawls up his body to squeeze at his cheeks until he fishmouths.

“I know. Now shut up and stop crying. You wanted me mean and you’ve fucking got it baby.”

Steve gasps high in his throat when Eddie grabs him by his hips and flips him onto his belly and something about this flavor of anger Eddie’s wearing sets Steve off again. But this time his anger isn’t a facade. It's raw and real and it's hurt that got brushed aside and became something else entirely.

“Hate what we could’ve been. Hate that I hate you.” He says into a pillow.

He hears Eddie groan and not in a good way. In the way he does when he’s annoyed. He feels his weight lay over his back and his hand on the inside of his thigh yanking upward and open.

“Well I hate that you don’t know when to stop talking." He grits out and the pressure as he presses inside Steve is enough to make him white out.

By the time he builds up a bruising rhythm, punching Steve’s breath out of him on every thrust, he’s talking again.

“Could’ve given you everything you wanted sweetheart,” and his tone is so patronizing, “But it just wasn’t fucking enough was it?”

And Steve’s barely holding on to his consciousness through the pressure deep in his guts and the hand pressing the back of his neck down, down, down. But he’s still got enough wherewithal that that strikes a chord.

Because no, having Eddie behind closed doors wasn’t enough. And Eddie knows that. He knows how that hurt him and chooses to use it against him anyway.

His voice is muffled into the pillow and broken up by whimpers and whines but he speaks anyway.

“Well it wasn’t my– shit, so good. Wasn’t my pride that got in the way.”

Eddie’s hips slow to a deep grind and freeze pressed to the hilt.

The hand at the back of Steve’s neck slides to the front and yanks him up on his knees, pressed against Eddie’s chest.

His chest is heaving where its plastered to Steve’s back and his voice rumbles through them both.

“Maybe not. But it was you that kept your mouth shut and made it my fault.”

Steve goes to argue but gets cut off by the sharp stinging of teeth breaking the skin against his shoulder blade. His breath goes ragged on a shriek and his vision whites out around the edges. Eddie’s shoving him back down, ass-up and face smushed sideways. His hand slips up and pries his mouth wide open and shoves in hard, stopping anything he could possibly say. Steve’s eyes are wide where he’s staring, gone glassy and wet.

“And it looks like now you don’t know how to do that, do you baby?” He asks.

And he’s got his fingers down his throat and his dick shoved deep.

There’s blood dripping from his teeth in that sharp, bitter smile. And he’s so pretty. And Steve hates him.

He chokes around his fingers on a sob as Eddie picks up his pace again.

Hates that it feels so good.

Hates that he comes back for this.

Hates that Eddie’s right.

Because maybe he can’t pinpoint when or where things went south, but he knows it has everything to do with the way he started needing more and not asking for it. Knows Eddie was letting him figure it out on his own. And instead of just going for it, he knows he started blaming.

So maybe he does hate Eddie. Hates him for the way he didn’t push him when he knew he needed it. Hates that he still uses him like this. 

But he really hates himself. Because he could’ve had what he wanted but he didn’t take it.

(Hates that tomorrow he’ll forget this all again, too far in his head and in the feeling of Eddie taking what he wouldn’t give. He’ll forget it all and go back to hating him again.)

A sharp smack to the outside of his thigh brings him barreling back down into reality and it's Eddie’s words that send him hurdling into release.

“Here you fucking go again with the crying. God I hate that you’re so fucking pretty.”

Steve hates that that’s what does it for him. Hates that his crying is what does it for Eddie. Hates the way he’s filled up and will have to go home messy, the way Eddie pulls out of him and throws him his clothes.

He hears the flick of a lighter and Eddie’s heavy inhale from far away.

“I assume you can show yourself out.”

As Steve pulls his shirt over his head and wipes the tear tracks from his face he thinks “Yeah. This is why I hate him.”

And from the other side of the room Eddie thinks that if Steve would say half of the things that run through his mind with Eddie inside him, maybe they wouldn’t hate each other at all.

[origamiplushie]

Dustin's really going through it

Read on AO3. Inspired by this tumblr post.

It is an ordinary Friday like any other. The party is once again gathered in the Wheeler’s basement. They’re just having a normal sleepover not playing DND so even Max has elected to join them. They have a pile of snacks and soft drinks, they’ve picked out some movies to watch later and right now they’ve given in to stereotype and are playing truth or dare.

So far Max has admitted to shoplifting (multiple times) (with very little shame), Will has demonstrated that he can do a handstand but only hold it for about 20 seconds, Lucas has been forced to chug a shaken bottle of coke and spent a tense fifteen minutes doing his best not to throw up and Dustin has confessed that he once destroyed a sweater his mom bought him and blamed it on Mews just so she couldn’t force him to ever wear him to wear it again. 

Dustin spins the bottle and watches it slow down to land on Mike. He dramatically pretends to contemplate his choices for a moment before turning towards Mike and asking with a sly grin: “What is the most embarrassing crush you’ve ever had?”

Mike sputters angrily. 

“None of your business!”

Dustin immediately shoots back with: “Actually we’re playing truth or dare so right now it is very much our business.”

“Shut up, I’m not telling you guys!”

“Come on dude, you forced me to show you pictures of the sweater! Fair’s fair!”

Will tries to goad Mike into telling them.

“Come on, Mike, it can’t be that bad?”

Max snorts and says: “Or at least not worse than Dustin in that puke coloured sweater.”

“Just rip off the bandaid and tell us already!”

“It’s Steve! It’s Steve, alright?” Mike finally exclaims. Immediately after that he slamms his face into his hands.

A moment of shocked silence follows.

And then Max starts laughing.

Seeing as Mike is clearly mortified, El leans over to pat him on his back.

“Steve is very handsome. And he is nice. I do not think he is an embarrassing boy to crush on,” she said.

Lucas decides to also try and reassure his friend.

“I mean, if I wasn’t dating Max and if I liked guys, I would probably also have a crush on Steve. He’s just like the whole package - he's athletic and charismatic and super supportive and a good listener, you know?”

Now Max, still laughing under her breath, adds: “Not just charismatic and nice, he’s hot! Have you seen him shirtless at the pool?”

Will, who so far had been struck speechless, turns entirely red in the face as he shyly nods and says: “I personally like watching when he plays basketball with Lucas.”

Mike looks like he feels a bit better and even dares to peek at the rest of the room through his fingers.

“For real?” 

Lucas nods enthusiastically.

“Yeah dude, Steve’s a nice guy. Half the school probably has a crush on him.” 

Mike isn’t hiding his face anymore but Dustin seems disturbed by the entire conversation.

“Nononono, fucking ew!Steve isn’t… hot. He’s a fucking doofus and a dork!”

They’re all laughing at Dustin’s distressed face now.

“You’re just mad your friends like your “older brother”,” Max chimes up.

Mike is confident enough by now to speak.

“Now you know how I felt when you were crushing on Nancy!”

After that all of Dustin’s protests are ignored as the group trades stories of Steve as well as their other crushes. Meanwhile Dustin tries to smother himself with a pillow and does his best to tune the whole conversation out.

—

Dustin doesn’t even give Eddie the chance to get out of the car and wave before he’s already throwing his bag in the back, sitting in and slamming the door closed.

“Soo… going out on a limb here, I’m guessing the sleepover didn’t go well?” Eddie says backing out of the Wheeler’s driveway.

“No! It didn’t! They all spent the whole evening basically gossiping and talking about some… dumb shit! We never even got to watching “Highlander”! It's new enough that it's still under the two day rental policy! And Steve said he’s not going to waive any more of my late fees! So I guess I’m going to have to drop this off today too. And when Steve asks ‘Oh Dustin, how was the movie? Were the swordfights as awesome as they looked on the box?’ I’m going to have to say ‘Well Steve, I never actually got to find out!’”

Dustin grosses his arms with a huff and glares out the window.

“That sucks dude. Did you tell them you wanted to watch the movie?”

“Yes! But apparently Mrs. Flemings is right when she complains that teens these days have no appreciation for art and culture!”

Eddie glances at Dustin sitting sullenly in the passenger seat and offers with a wink: “How about this? I’ll drive us to Family Video, rent the movie under my account after you’ve returned it and then we can hang out at my pace and watch it together. Then tomorrow you can tell the others how cool it was and what they were all missing out on by ignoring you.”

Dustin immediately brightens up.

“Really? Thanks, Eddie, you’re the best!”

“And hey, if we’re hanging out all day anyway, you might as well pick out another movie to watch as well. I don’t know about you but I don’t have any other plans for today.”

—

Dustin rushes to browse the shelves and pick a second movie while Eddie waits at the counter with the “Highlander” tape. 

He personally prefers sci-fi above all but he knows Eddie likes horror movies, so it might be nice to go with something Eddie liked as a gesture of appreciation. He considers his options for a while. Finally, “Star Trek” is put back on the shelf and Dustin turns towards the counter with the “Shining”. 

And then he stops.

Steve is leaning on his forearms against the counter.

Eddie is leaning forward as well, a strand of hair pulled in front of his face.

The two of them and Christopher Lambert staring up at them from the VHS case form a little triangle. They seem utterly oblivious to the rest of the world.

Eddie is definitely blushing.

Dustin takes a deep breath.

Steve and Eddie are reminded real quick that they are not alone in the universe when he starts yelling.

[wildcole]

Life Instinct

Hey! So I wrote this because I really like the Life instinct notion, i hope you'll like it.

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x reader (no use of Y/N)

Warning: angst (if you squint your eyes), a kiss.

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Bradley didn’t like going straight home after the return from a mission, it was like life was deflating under his gaze and it used to make him feel like his body was home, but not his mind, still stuck in the cockpit.

So he had found a trick quickly, a stop between airport and home, that would fusion him back, whole again and ready to remember that he had fall asleep in his house, in his bed, and not some obscure carrier in the middle of a sea.

It’s a quiet coffee shop that does the trick, it’s open all night, all day, and Bradley is grateful, not only for the good coffee, but for the calm atmosphere that lays in the air. The lights are dim, the music is emptying heads and thoughts.

There’s little garden in the back, where the chair is covered in blanket, and the fairy lights are overly pretty.

His bag is heavy, but his head is heavier. He’s happy to find the barista he wanted to see, behind the counter.

“Bradley! It’s good to see you! The usual?” he asks with a tired smile.

“It’s good to see you too, yes Mark, please.”

The two men are calm, and Bradley is relieved to finally see someone, not in the army, and with a friendly gaze. His eyes are gently observing the busy hands of Mark, who are flying from bottle to bottle, to compose his chai latte. He doesn’t why he first drink that, but Mark had seen his distress in front of the long and complex menu, and had simply suggest the hot beverage to Bradley, and it had been a good aim.

“You’ve been coming a lot those past months, you should take a break.”

Mark knows that Bradley comes only when he is coming back from a mission, and he had not missed the sleepy eyes and how he looked a bit more under the weather every time.

“Yeah, but that was the last time for a bit, I’ve got a two months’ vacation.” He chuckled and Mark nods, smiling.

“There you go.”

The cup is steaming and Bradley hands him the exact money and disappear in the back.

The air is fresh but not cold, San Diego’s weather is still soft on its population, and Bradley loves that.

A few minutes pass and suddenly, he’s not alone anymore.

A young woman enters the garden, she’s buried in a thick jacket, her hair are ruffled and she looks as tired as him. She sits a bit further in the garden, more under the night sky, and the fairy lights don’t touch her, don’t enlighten her face to his eyes, but still, she looks pretty. Bradley turns his head elsewhere not to make her uncomfortable, but he can feel that she’s not here, just as him, she’s lost somewhere else.

His eyes go to her once again, but something catch his eyes. On her neck, behind some strands of hair. A dark mark, like a wet stain, on her skin. His eyes continue to detail her form, and the white sole of her shoes are stained too.

She gets a cigarette out and Bradley observe her fingers. The nails are dirty, and with a quick movement in the light, he sees that it’s blood, under her nails.

Something in his being shifts and Bradley grows uncomfortable. What does he-

“I’m sorry, but are you okay?” she asks, from her seat, she looks genuinely concerned and yet Bradley doesn’t trust her tone.

“Is it blood?”

She looks on her shoes and her nails.

“Yeah. Sorry.” She doesn’t look phased by what she’s saying, rubbing the dark spot on her neck, and Bradley is taken aback by the weirdness of the conversation.

But Bradley doesn’t look away, and she seems to feel it. Then it seems to be hitting her.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t- I’m a veterinarian, I just finished my shift and…. It’s been a tough night.” She speaks hardly and Bradley feels a bit stupid.

A bit, but not totally, because it’s still blood, and he’s sure Mark must have notice it too.

“No, it’s me, I’m sorry, it’s just that…” he doesn’t finish his sentence, and the woman doesn’t look bothered.

She keeps on taking drags on her cigarette and exhaling white smoke in the air, and Bradley sips on his drink.

“Long day?” he finds himself asking.

“Yeah. You?”

“Just got back.”

“From where?”

“Japan.”

She looks surprised.

“I’m a fighter pilot.” He explains.

She nods and her eyes are buried in her cup.

“Why the tough night?”

The woman raises her eyes and exhale shakily.

“Tough patient, it was pretty aggressive.” She chuckles but it sounds shallow.

“Dog?” he asks dumbly.

“Lion.”

Bradley stops.

“You operated a lion?”

“Yes.”

She smiles at him, and it’s the first time their eyes meet.

“What are you drinking?” he asks.

“I don’t know.”

He giggles.

“Can I take a guess?”

She chuckles, but her shoulder fall a bit and she buries herself a bit more in the big armchair.

“Is it sugary?”

“Just the right amount.”

“Is there cinnamon?”

“Yeah.” She speaks looking at her cup, and it’s almost like she’s trying to talk to it. Bradley finds it funny.

“Can I take a sip?” he asks suddenly and he’s surprised himself.

The woman looks surprised and nods, she doesn’t know what to say. He gets up and he wonders briefly for a second since when his flirting skills got that bad. And if he’s flirting at all or overall just being weird. She just raises her cup and he leans down in her space to suck on the straw.

Chai latte.

His hand is resting on the arm resting on the arm rest and the other on the back of the chair, he’s just above her and her head is raised to him.

His eyes meet hers once again and somethings shift between them. She looked at his lips and his noticed it. He lowers his head, she raises hers. There’s no hesitation in their movements, because they both know it’s a special and particular moment not to rush, where they are taking what they need from a stranger. Because yes, he doesn’t know this woman, but he just lost colleagues, he saw pilots getting shot down, in the middle of the sky, he heard the screaming in the sky, thought the comms, and this was the end. He doubted nothing could bring him back instantly to the living’s world, but this kiss right now, looks like a door.

They lips meet and the worlds starts again for the both of them, her lips are soft, and moving gently against him, like a new lesson is getting taught to his lips. Bradley falls back in life.

Bradley doesn’t dare to move his hands, but they clench a bit on the armchair and he feels a gentle hand sliding on his neck. The fingers are cold and don’t root in his hair. He wants to touch her, to bring this hesitant life instinct closer to him, but he doesn’t wanna risk it, he’s not sure if she’s okay with it.

She opens her mouth, her tongue colder than his, and he wants to warm her just like she is warming him up.

Her cigarette is ending, the ash is falling on the ground.

He licks her mouth and the kiss is getting deeper. No lust is present, only love, and he doesn’t know where it’s coming from nor why it’s there, but right now, he doesn’t wanna repress it.

The kiss ends naturally, like everything that happened was necessary, for the both of them. Her eyes don’t leave his. Her hand slides to the side of his face in a tender way and falls back down next to her thigh.

Bradley wants to apologize, but he doesn’t regret that kiss, because of how much it grounded him. He just hopes she doesn’t either.

“I needed that, I’m sorry I took it from you.” She speaks, hesitant, but her eyes aren’t shying away.

“I needed it too. I’m happy I gave it to you.” He smiles.

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Tell me if you want a part 2, I'll be happy to write it!

:)

[noodyl-blasstal]

Time Maths

It's day 23 of @taznovembercelebration and I got "5 things". Read below or on Ao3. Missed yesterday? Catch up here.

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"Taako! We have to leave!"

"No we don't."

"We're going to be late, love."

"Nuh uh! That's a lie Mr Reaper Man and you know it." Taako glares.

Kravitz wishes he didn't look so hot doing it... Maybe they did have time for a quick change to the schedule...

"We've got 40 minutes before the first possible check and, frankly, the hotel is not ready for us.”

“I definitely booked the room. Would you like me to check the reservation?”

“Woooooaaaaaah, slow down. Taako means that they’re not ready for this.” Taako wraps an arm around Kravitz’s waist, pushes their hips together, and indicates dramatically. “They’re not ready for us! Also, there’s no requirement to be there for check in as soon as it opens, that’s just the earliest possible arrival time."

"But what if there's..." Kravitz doesn't get to finish.

"... Traffic?" Interrupts Taako. "Traffic in your personal rift in space which instantaneously takes you literally anywhere?"

"I..." Kravitz isn’t entirely sure how to dispute that. It’s not a thing, but also, what if this time is the first time it ever ever happens and they’re just unlucky and they don’t get to the hotel until 15:05 instead of 15:00. His sentence lies, barely started, definitely unfinished and Kravitz can tell Taako smells blood in the water.

“... So why, Kravitz, beloved, handsome husband, why are you trying to bully poor, sweet, innocent Taako into leaving so early?” Taako makes a big show of pretending to be distressed, worrying his hands, checking his watch.

It’s a fair question, is the problem. Taako’s right to ask it, but now Kravitz has to answer, and Taako’s going to pull the face where it means he’s loving Kravitz even harder because he’s just done something particularly stupid and honestly that’s not a bad outcome, but Taako might also choose to tease Kravitz about it at a later date and that is a bad outcome because Kravitz’ll get flustered and Taako’s going to have even more ammunition to love him harder and tease him harder. Maybe Taako’ll understand his logic though.

“We have to put our coats on and get our bags, and that doesn’t even account for our shoes, the shoes are a whole thing.” Taako’s shoes are a whole thing because Kravitz just summons his, but there’s no need to lay blame at anyone’s door.

“Uh huh. How long’re we adding for that, bones?”

“20 minutes.” Says Kravitz quickly, because he’s done the maths, he knows.

Taako looks pointedly at the suitcase and coat piled neatly together in the corner of the room.

“... and then it takes time to summon my scythe. So that’s another five minutes down.”

Taako arches an eyebrow. “Five minutes?”

“Maybe three, but I’m rounding up.” Kravitz says, like this is completely logical, because it is. He’s checked, it’s science and no one can tell him any different.

“That’s 25 minutes. Quick maths. So where’s the rest coming from?”

“We have to say goodbye to the house.” Kravitz nods emphatically.

Taako nods too, he does it with Kravitz every time.

“And that’s coming in at…?”

“Five minutes.” Says Kravitz, because even though it’s probably a bit less it’s better to have some built in time, you know, just in case.

“Thirty minutes.” Says Taako.

“Then there’s the thinking of the destination bit…” Taako opens his mouth to ask, but Kravitz has hit his stride now. “...which is three minutes.”

Taako’s mouth is a very thin line which means he’s trying not to laugh, but it doesn’t matter because Kravitz has started and therefore he will finish. Taako asked, it’s fine.

“Two minutes for holding your arm, because I like it when we get to walk together.”

Taako’s face softens, eyes crinkling at the corners, mouth relaxing from the laughter that was trying to bubble up. “I like that too, handsome.”

“Then five for travel. Just because you don’t know what’ll happen. I know you think it’s instantaneous, but what if there’s a time delay and we just don’t realise? Have you ever thought of that?”

“Cha’boy has a feeling you have, often and regularly and all of the time.”

“Travel maths is important.”

“It sure is.” Taako replies. “You’ll be glad to hear I’ve finished shoving everything I could possibly need into my suitcase.”

Taako holds up an empty bag.

Kravitz snorts, loudly. “Is that just an interdimensional rift which links to our closet?”

“It’s just an interdimensional rift which links to our closet.” Taako confirms, looking not even a little bit embarrassed. “Seemed more practical.”

Kravitz takes his turn at the fond smile.

“But it means cha’boy’s ready to go and boy does this arm need holding, if only there were someone here who might be able to help?” Taako sticks his arm out and looks sadly at it, lamenting the lack of man attached to it.

Kravitz steps forward, grinning. “We’re doing it out of order, I haven’t got my bag or the scythe yet.”

“Does that mean an extra hmmmm, thirty three minutes of hand holding time?” “Oh…” Says Kravitz quietly. “Oh! Yes! Yes it does!”

He escorts Taako to his suitcase, summons his scythe, and says “Goodbye house!” in time with Taako.

“So that was a solid 30 seconds.” There’s no heat in it.

“Just you wait!” Kravitz says, and thinks hard of their destination, really takes his time to focus on the hotel, on the entry way he’s seen videos of, and tears a hole in space.

They walk arm in arm into bright sunlight Kravitz’s case rolling neatly beside him, Taako’s bag hanging off his spare arm.

“So here we are.”

“Here we are, and only 36 minutes early for check in.”

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Hey, hey you? Yeah! You! Wanna read tomorrow's prompt? You can find it here.

[brain-deadx0]

Virgil's Origin

Summary: How Patton ended up with Virgil in New Big Brother

Warnings: child abandonment, hypothermia, hospitals, let me know

Note: Would've finished this a while ago but unfortunately the original got wiped from existence somehow and I didn't have the energy to rewrite it after that. But now I do! So ta-da! Child endangerment!

Ao3

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Patton smiled as he drank the last bit of hot chocolate from the bottom of the cup.

As the snowflakes falling around him grew bigger and the wind blew colder he was, admittedly, beginning to regret walking all the way to the café for a cup, but they had the best hot cocoa.

He snuggled deeper into his coat as he began to look for a garbage on the walk back to his apartment. He thought about calling Janus when he got home, he had only moved back out of his older brother's house recently and Janus was… struggling. Not that he wanted anyone to know.

Another biting gust of wind and snow coated glasses caused Patton to stop for a brief moment.

He quickly cleared the snow away and happened to catch sight of a dumpster in the alley next to him. Patton smiled at the small bit of luck before walking over.

Patton lifted the lid to toss his empty cup in, but as he went to close it something caught his eye.

Amongst the black bags was what looked to be a balled up old towel. He wouldn't have thought much of it had he not seen the small fingers poking out of the folds.

Patton felt a new surge of cold as the blood seemed to freeze in his veins. He braced himself for the worst as he moved some of the towel to reveal the baby's face. He cried as he carefully pulled the bundle out of the dumpster. What was one supposed to do in this situation? He- he should call the police right?

Just as he was about to reach for his phone the bundle shifted ever so slightly.

A spark of hope and fear rushed through him as he quickly pulled off his glove and placed a finger by the baby's nose. By some miracle he felt a small whisper of breath against it.

Without thinking Patton pulled the baby closer and ran into the street.

He nearly cried harder when a car pulled over almost immediately at his frantic waving.

"Everything alright?" The person asked after partially rolling down their window.

"Please I need to get to the hospital!" Patton blurted, "I found a baby in the dumpster and I think they're dying."

The person quickly unlocked the doors and told Patton to get in.

As they sped to the hospital, Patton unzipped his thick coat and carefully placed the bundle inside and held it close.

The minutes it took to get to the hospital felt like hours as Patton's heart pounded in his ears. He barely waited for the car to stop in front of the hospital before jumping out and rushing inside.

Within seconds of telling the nurse what was going on the baby was taken away and rushed deeper into the hospital leaving Patton standing alone in the middle of the lobby.

It wasn't long however before the receptionist came over and asked him if he'd be willing to fill out some paperwork before the police came.

A few minutes later the person who had driven him walked in and asked about what happened. They apologized for not being able to stay with him but asked to exchange numbers so they could find out what happened.

When he sat down to wait for news he decided he should probably call his brother.

"Hello?"

"Janus?"

"Patton, what's wrong?" Janus asked at the clear distress in his voice.

"I'm at the hospital."

"Are you alright, what happened?" Janus asked quickly as he moved around on the other end of the phone.

"I'm alright I'm not hurt I promise." Patton told him, "I really wanted some hot chocolate but I didn't want to make it so I went to that nice café down the road but-but on the way back," Patton sniffled as he remembered the baby's freezing skin when he held it.

"I'm on my way," Janus said from the other end, "I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Ok," Patton told him before looking up at the door, "I gotta go now though the police are here."

He vaguely registered Janus’s concerned voice as he hung up the phone.

…

Janus did his best to stay calm as he carefully made his way to the hospital. Patton was ok. He said so himself. Janus was the only one in the car right now and the boys were safe at the neighbors house. Today would be fine.

Everything would be fine.

…

"Patton!" A very relieved voice called.

Patton looked over to see Janus rushing through the door, "Janus?" He glanced at the clock and confirmed it hadn't been long since he'd called, "Did you drive here?! Are you ok?"

"Yes well I didn't have much choice considering my little brother called saying he was at the hospital and the police were coming." Janus snapped.

"Sorry, it's just…"

Janus took a deep breath, "I know, I'm sorry, it's… I'm just still on edge from the drive. Now will you please tell me what's going on?"

"Mr. Sanders." A nurse called.

"Yes?" Patton asked quickly.

"The baby's stable now. Would you like to see him?"

"Yes," he said with a relieved sigh, "Please."

As they followed the nurse through the halls Patton explained what happened.

"- I went to throw my cup away and he was just there." He told Janus, "I thought for sure it was too late, but then he moved a bit and…"

Janus put a comforting hand on his shoulder and Patton leaned into it.

"He's in the incubator right now to be safe but you're welcome to reach in if you like." The nurse told them.

Patton felt tears spring to his eyes again as he looked at the small body laying in the box. He was so tiny.

Patton barely breathed as he carefully opened the small window and stuck his hand inside. For the first time since finishing his cocoa a warm feeling spread in his chest when the baby's tiny fingers wrapped tightly around his own.

"Hi, baby." He whispered.

As if in response he felt the small hand squeeze his finger slightly.

-

Janus watched his brother stare at the bundle as if breathing too hard would cause them to shatter, he could guess what would happen next.

"Janus." Patton practically breathed.

Janus looked between Patton and the infant before sighing, "I'm not a family lawyer, Pat."

"I know-"

"But," Janus held up a finger, "I will see what I can do."

Patton smiled and probably the only thing keeping him from tackling him right then and there was the little hand attached to his.

Janus smiled and put a hand on Patton's shoulder. He was still a bit angry about the uninformative phone call, but that could wait.

Later he would make some calls and see if one of his friends in social services could help. But for now he just wanted to sit with his brother.

He supposed he was an uncle now.

[cockslutpadalecki]

What about mean Stepbrother!Steve who hates it when you start dating his best friend and will do just about anything to fuck it up for you. Including taking photos of you in the shower and sending them to his basketball team mates from 'your' tinder account.

You'd find out, of course. And then he'd have to show you exactly where your place is under his roof. On your fucking knees with your panties shoved inside your pussy and his dick up your ass.

Anyway, ignore this if you want 😂

Love you 💗

Cry, Little Sister

Pairing: Mean!Stepbrother!Steve x Stepsister!Reader, Bucky x Reader (established).

Words: 1.8K.

Warnings: non-con, high school AU, mean!Steve is mean but it’s me… you should all know this by now, reader and Steve are both of age, a frustrating lack of communication which could’ve easily prevented this whole scenario from happening but oh well, catfishing, non-consent of sharing explicit images, non-consent of taking explicit images, explicit sexual content, humiliation, unprotected sex, anal sex, creampie, implied rough oral sex (male receiving), implied forced multiple orgasms, items being placed inside vagina (underwear), 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Trust you to come up with such a debauched idea… and trust me to write it. You know I could never in a million years ignore this LOL Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

The minute you step inside the gymnasium, a quiet descends as if they were all just talking about you. You can feel a thousand pairs of eyes on you. 

“Nice tits!” Someone yells. Half of the crowd erupts into laughs and catcalls while the other half discreetly giggle behind their palms, careful to not let you see them joining in too. 

You hurry to your spot on the bleachers, hushed whispers echoing long after you sit down. Even Katie, who’s ‘dating’ your stepbrother Steve— if you can even call being fuck buddies a relationship— avoids eye contact with you when you try to talk to her. You don’t know what you could’ve done to upset her because she was fine with you at lunch, even partnered up with you last period, but you attempt to shrug it off as you pull your phone from the bag at your feet.

There are dozens of texts and missed calls from your boyfriend Bucky, but you don’t get the opportunity to check anything when the door leading to the locker room opens with a loud crash and the room falls silent. You look up, perplexed as Bucky storms over, face red and filled with ire.

“Buck, baby, what’s w-” You stand up hurriedly as he approaches you, but he slaps your hand away when you reach out to touch his arm. 

“Don’t baby me. I can’t believe you’ve got the nerve to show up here after what you’ve done,” he spits at you, lips curled up into a snarl. “How could you?”

“How could I wh-what?” you stutter. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

He’s going to do this here, in front of the entire school?

Bucky shakes his head in disbelief, puffing out a frustrated breath. “Just quit lying alright, I’ve seen the pictures.” He eyes the crowd behind you. “Everyone has seen the pictures.” He actually looks hurt. 

“Pictures? I don’t understand, what pi-”

He’s quick to cut you off. “We’re over.” 

Oh. He is. He did.  

Embarrassment and shame creeps up your neck like a rash, and tears sting hot in your eyes as you stare down your now ex-boyfriend, confused beyond belief. 

You look away, trying to seek out some clarity and a friendly face from Katie, but she quickly averts her gaze. The crowd is eerily quiet now— so quiet you could hear a pin drop. 

Tears flow freely as you reach behind you and grab your bag, giving Bucky one last look in the hopes he’ll soften at the sight of your distress. He doesn’t. 

Don’t let them see you cry. Don’t let them see you cry, you chant to yourself as you run out.

-

Sobs wrack your body as you hear the door slam shut behind you, practically running across the parking lot to your car. Tears blind your vision and a million thoughts fog your mind so much that you don’t catch sight of your stepbrother until you’re almost on top of him. 

Steve is literally the last person on earth you want to see right now. You hurry to school your features, not wanting him to see you so visibly upset, knowing it’ll only give him ammunition to mock you. 

“What do you want? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the game?” you ask with a little sniff. 

Steve shrugs, ignoring your question. He looks pissed, but then again, he always looks pissed when you’re around. “I always knew you were a little whore, but I never expected you’d go this far for some dick.” 

You’re just as baffled by his comment as you were by Bucky’s, but you’re not in any mood to entertain it. You just want to go home and hide. 

Stepping up to the car door, you attempt to reach for the handle but Steve moves to prevent you from doing so. “Please, just move out of my way.” 

“Why’d you do it?”

“Do what, Steve?” you huff, voice thick.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket, taps the screen a few times and finally turns it to face you. 

Your blood runs cold at the image of you in the shower— breasts visibly on show as is the small thatch of curls above your pussy. Soap and bubbles coat your skin as your head is tipped back, washing shampoo from your hair. 

“Dating my best friend is one thing, but to find out my slut of a stepsister has been trying it on with my teammates too?” 

A lump in your throat forms as your stomach starts to tie itself in nauseating knots. “I mean… I don’t… understand.” 

None of this makes any sense to you. 

“What’s there to understand? You made a Tinder profile and started sexting my buddies. You even asked Chris and Tony for a threesome!” 

Screwing up your nose, you try to hide your disgust at the thought of his friends naked. Yuck.

“No!” you protest, shaking your head furiously. “I didn’t! I don’t even have Tinder!” 

Steve brings up the profile in question and it’s unmistakably you. Your age, location, picture and a questionable bio that makes your heart drop. 

Young enough to be flexible, old enough to be experienced ;)  HMU xoxo 

-

You drive home in a rage. Who would want to make a fake profile for you? Why would they want to? To split you and Bucky up? You know of a handful of girls who didn’t take the news of you dating Bucky well, and you wouldn’t put it past them to do such a thing. High school girls are lethal but this seems like a step too far. Besides, how would they be able to get hold of such an intimate photo? Especially one you haven’t even taken yourself. Questions fire around in your brain one hundred per second as you try to figure out who’s behind all this.  

Who hates you? Who has access? Who’s cruel enough?

That’s when it hits you. The only person who would ever have this kind of access and would take a finite amount of pleasure in your social destruction, is the one you happen to live in the same house as.

Steve.

-

His bedroom is already a mess when you start ransacking it, desperate to find any evidence to prove that your crazy theories aren’t unfounded. Could it really be Steve who set this whole profile up to sabotage your relationship? Is he really that twisted? 

It worries you more than it doesn’t surprise you. This isn’t the first time he’s tried to get between you and Bucky so it certainly makes sense. He’s never liked the idea of you dating his best friend. Come to think of it, you haven’t been on good terms since your parents got married. 

You’re about to open his nightstand when a rough, familiar voice booms from behind you. “What the fuck are you doing?” 

It makes you jump, but you manage to steady yourself just enough to bite back with, “Where is it, Steve?” 

“Where’s what?”

“The secret camera you use to take pictures of me.” 

He laughs. Like full on belly laughs. Amused that you’ve clearly had a psychotic break. “Are you fuckin’ high?” 

“I’m serious you asshole!” you storm over to him. “Is this what gets you off? Ruining my relationship because your best friend would rather spend time with your sister than you? What kind of sick pervert are you?” 

“Step sister,” he spits like venom as his eyes narrow to slits. “And watch your fuckin’ tone with me,” he warns. 

“If you think I’m going to talk to you respectfully when you’ve been catfishing me to the entire county then you’re more unhinged than I thought,” you hiss and out of pure fury, you push him. 

Steve’s cobalt eyes glare at you before he lunges forward, grabbing you by the throat and shoves you harshly against the wall. “And if you think I won’t have you thrown out of this house and sent back to that piece of shit you call a father, you’re more naive than I thought.” 

“Just wait ‘til I tell my mom what you’ve been doing.” You try to sound intimidating, but your voice comes out as a pathetic squeak.

He shrugs, seemingly unbothered by your threat. “Then I’ll just show her the messages you’ve sent me.”

What?!

Steve shakes his head with a little tut. “Whatever will she think when she finds out her perfect little angel has been pleading with her big brother to spit on her pussy while he fucks her in the ass?” 

You stare back at him, horrified. “You’re disgusting.”

His lips curl up into a cruel smirk. “You don’t know the half of it.”

-

Face down in a pile of Steve’s dirty clothes, the faint smell of his shower gel and the aftershave you hate clings to the material and in turn, sticks to you like syrup. He’s everywhere around you all at once— in the back of your throat as you inhale his scent and deep inside your ass as his balls slap wetly against your cheeks. There’s no escaping his presence, even when you try to disassociate and the sensory overload is enough to push you to the verge of tears yet again.

You can barely see over the laundry, but the view you do have of the mirror to your left is enough to make you wish you were struck blind. 

Steve’s behind you, hands pushing down on your shoulder blades to keep your ass high while he fucks it. The pain has long since fizzled away into a warped buzz of pleasure, and when he gently tugs on your ruined pink panties hanging from your drenched cunt, the lewd combination sends flames of heat right into the depths of your pelvis. 

The angle isn’t outright obscene, but you can see enough to anticipate his thrusts before they jolt your entire body. Tears wet your cheeks as he continues to fuck you, breathlessly shifting between berating and praising you. 

“Fuck, think this might be my new favorite hole,” Steve grits out, voice husky and thick.

He’s already come inside your pussy, plugging it shut with your underwear to keep his sticky-hot load from dripping out. 

“Don’t want any to go to waste,” he had sneered in your ear.

The wetness from your salty tears make the corners of your lips smart, and you blanch as you lick them away, the briny taste of Steve’s dick and your own juices still heavy on your tongue.

You don’t bother to protest— crying has gotten you nowhere so far, but the whimpers that escape you are purely a product of the force in which he drives himself back inside you. It’s clear he thinks you’re trying to beg him to stop, and in frustration he growls, ripping the panties from your cunt with a sharp tug. The sensation sends ripples through your core and you come unexpectedly with a muffled cry. Your body is exhausted from overstimulation, but you still find yourself shaking uncontrollably beneath him as your asshole tightens around his cock like a vice.

“Holy shit,” Steve grunts, laughter thick in his tone as he shoves the soaked cotton of your underwear past your lips. “Remember this moment next time you mouth off at me, little sis. I fuckin’ own you and this pretty little ass.”

***

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[lcandothisallday]

Not That Simple - Jack Harlow x f!reader (former Urban Wyatt x f!reader)

note: this is kinda all over the fucking place and i actually have no idea where i wanted to go with it so I actually hate it also there’s no actual ending💀 but it is what it is😂 an angsty piece😌

part 2

Urban sat with his head in his hands and a blunt between his fingers, occasionally rubbing his temples to soothe the ongoing headache he was experiencing. He would only pull away to take a drag, hold in the smoke a moment before exhaling with a sigh.

A minute later is when Jack stormed into the apartment with an angered look on his face. “What the fuck is up with you! I called you like five fucking times!” he yelled at his best friend. “We were supposed to leave an hour ago!”

Urban only rolled his eyes, his sour mood causing him to not give a single fuck. “I’m not doing shit today,” he mumbled. “Not feeling well,” he shrugged nonchalantly although it was all a hoax that Jack could see right through.

Jack let out a scoff before he looked around, noting the whiskey bottle on the coffee table and the way Urban’s knees bounced anxiously. “Dude what’s going on?” Jack asked, taking a seat next to him. “Haven’t seen you like this in a while...not even on your mom’s birthday or the anniversary of her death,” Jack mumbled out carefully in concern, not wanting to trigger his friend for whatever the reason for his anger was.

“I fucked up man,” Urban groaned, throwing his head back against the couch in distress. Jack furrowed his brows in confusion. “C’mon--you gotta give me more than that.”

Urban let out a defeated sigh. “I got her pregnant,” he muttered quietly, so quiet that Jack almost didn't hear. However he did and he couldn’t help but have his eyes widen.

“Fuck...” Jack breathed out in shock. “W-wait,” Jack interrupted quickly, his brow raised. “Which one? You’re messing around with like three different girls.”

“Y/N,” Urban clarified but it seemed like Jack was still outta the loop and confused which only caused Urban to groan. “The one from (your home town/city). The curve model.”

Jack nodded in remembrance, the only reason being that at the time he was jealous that Urban had managed to bag you before he did. “Oh shit...but y’all aren’t exclusive right? So how do you know its yours?”

Urban bit his lip and ran a shaky hand through his hair. “She told me I was the only guy she was sleeping with,” he sighed. “I don't want this fucking kid Jack,” he confessed shamefully. “I don't want the commitment and she doesn’t seem like the type to want to get rid of it,” he groaned. “And even if I tried to co-parent or be there for it--she lives far and we’re all over the country. No stability...and fuck-I like her...think she’s hot and all but I don't like her enough to start a relationship let alone a family with her.”

Jack furrowed his brows, “you’re bailing on the kid? Are you sure that’s what you want to do?”

Urban nodded in confirmation. “I’ll pay whatever child support she wants but fuck--I’m not raising this kid. I’d rather her get rid of it but I don’t know what she plans to do yet. We’re meeting up tomorrow to discuss it.”

“I think you should get Neelam involved,” Jack suggested.

“Yeah okay...you and her can come tomorrow.”

The next day comes around and you and Urban agreed to meet at his apartment which you were of course no stranger to because of the multiple hookups that took place. Your nerves were through the roof as you approached his front door. How the two of you managed to fuck up so badly despite the both of you being so careful was beyond you.

You take in a steady breath before knocking. After a few moments, Urban swings open the door and looks you up and down almost with a look of disgust on his face which you chose to ignore. “Hey...c’mon in,” he mumbled, moving aside to let you pass by. You enter his apartment and are instantly met with Neelam and Jack, causing your brows to furrow.

“Urban this feels like an interrogation,” you tell him with a frown. He merely shrugs. “I feel more comfortable with them in the room.”

Neelam gestures for you to take a seat, the woman now taking on her big sister/mom role for Urban. “Okay sweetheart...I have Urban’s best interest in mind and I’m following his wishes so I’m gonna cut to the chase. He supports whatever decision you take but he wants absolutely no involvement in the child’s life if you choose to keep it. He’s willing to pay child support too. Of course a paternity test is needed before everything is settled considering you both were not exclusive...and you will also have to sign an NDA--”

“Why the fuck would I sign an NDA?”

Neelam sighed. “I know that I’m Jack’s manager but as I said, I also have Urban’s best interest and that includes his career and image.”

As Jack watched the scene unfold, he couldn’t help but feel bad for you when he saw your eyes begin to tear up and the way you swallowed thickly.

“Urban can we just talk privately?” you ask him, your voice quiet and timid as you looked between him and the others. Urban let out a guilty sigh and shook his head. “I don’t think we should—”

“Please,” you interrupt him. He nods relectunantly and leads you to his room before he shuts the door.

“Are you keeping it?” Urban asked, his arms crossing in front of him as he stared intensely at you. You shrug, “I don’t know what I plan to do.”

Urban groaned, “just fucking get rid of it and everything could go back to normal!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. “We’d,” he pointed between the both of you. “We’d go back to normal too!”

“It’s not that easy of a decision!” you yell back, the tears now more evident in your eyes.

“Well then I want no fucking part in the baby’s life!” Urban said harshly. “What did you fucking think would happen?! That I would happily accept it? We’re not even dating Y/N—why would I want to have a baby with you?”

Jack cringed from his spot in the living room as he overheard the both of you yelling. He understood the position his best friend was in but part of him also felt extremely bad that a baby was going to be brought into this world with a father that very clearly didn’t want it.

Your jaw nearly drops hearing Urban’s harsh words. “You know what? Fuck you Urban. I thought maybe we could figure this out together but I don’t need your help anyway,” you spat, shaking your head. “Wouldn’t want my child to have a deadbeat stoner father like you anyway.” You say your final words and storm out of the room and out of the apartment entirely.

Jack sighed and shook his head in disappointment, watching Urban step out of the room. “This stays between us alright?” Urban warned, looking at both Jack and Neelam firmly. “No one fucking bring this up to me ever again. I’m staying out of its life and no one is gonna change my mind,” he muttered. “So y’all stay out of it too and shit can just go back to normal.”

Seven months go by and to say you were struggling and a hormonal mess was an understatement. You had initially planned to indeed get rid of the pregnancy, noting it was the best choice for you considering your young age and career, but the second you heard it’s little faint heartbeat you just couldn’t go through with it. Instead you committed wholeheartedly, with or without Urban’s help.

Since storming out of his apartment, you had stopped all communication with the blond man. However, despite Urban’s threat to stay out of his business, Jack couldn’t help but stay in contact with you, checking up every now and then and aiding (mostly financially) when necessary.

Jack finally had a moment to himself alone in the studio so he took the opportunity to pull out his phone and call you up. It rang a few times before your irritated and slightly out of breath voice came through.

“Hello Jack.”

“Hey Y/N,” he breathed out, biting his lip. “How are you?”

You let out an annoyed groan as you rub your temple with your free hand. “You gotta stop tryna give me money Jack,” you mumble, taking in a sharp breath.

“Y/N if you need it you know I’m willing—wait,” he paused, brows furrowed. “Why are you out of breath? You okay?” he asked in slight panic.

“Yeah I’m fine…the crib just got delivered and I was just trying to bring it into the apartment,” you mumble in explanation. “Gonna try building it in a bit.”

Jack’s eyes widened. “You can’t be exerting yourself like that!” he exclaimed. “You ain’t gonna be able to build it by yourself while seven months pregnant—”

“Well what do you expect me to do Jack?” you ask in annoyance. “I gotta learn to deal with shit on my own,” you sigh.

Jack instantly disagreed with your statement. “Nah ma—I’m comin’ over to help. I’ll be there in like 30.”

Jack indeed stayed true to his promise and was at your new LA apartment within 30 minutes. You hadn’t seen him since very early on in your pregnancy when he sat you down in a secluded cafe and told you he was willing to help out however way he can behind Urban’s back.

When you greeted him at the door, Jack’s eyes widened. “Jeez—you’re fucking huge!” he exclaimed, causing you to smack his arm with a firm but playful smile. “That’s not something you say to a pregnant woman!” you exclaim back in offense, although a laugh escaped you.

Jack grinned and giggled softly as he shrugged. “Girls are so sensitive man,” he teased purposely with a role of his eyes, strolling into your apartment. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been good I guess. Stressed the fuck out though,” you reply honestly. “I don’t know if I can do this alone.” Jack shook his head and instantly reached for your hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Made it this far. I know you can do it,” he smiled. “Now let’s get this crib built.”

You giggle softly and take him to the smallest room which was on its way to being transformed into a nursery. It was entirely little animal themed for your baby boy yet still minamilstic enough so it wouldn’t be cringey. “Little man’s got one cool ass room,” Jack mused before he stopped in front of the massive package that held the pieces to the crib.

You hum and take a seat on the rocking chair, your hand instinctively moving down to your belly to rub it while you watched Jack kneel down. “The instructions manuel is over there,” you point to the booklet on the ground.

Jack scoffed, “don’t need no manuel. What do you think I can’t build it myself?” he chuckled, beginning to open up the cardboard.

You roll your eyes, “Jack the instructions are made for people to follow. You didn’t design the crib—”

Jack shushed you immediately with a confident and cocky smirk on his lips. “I got this. Just sit back and relax.”

About half an hour in, you’re watching Jack with an amused smile as he struggled to put together the crib. He groans in frustration before he turns to look at you with tinted pink cheeks. “Hand me the damn booklet,” he muttered, his hands outstretched as you giggle and hand it over. “Told you so,” you hum.

“Whatever ma,” he mumbled, shaking his head. Now that he was following the instructions, Jack finished in record time. He stood back and dusted off his hands with a grin as he admired his handy work. “Good job,” you compliment with a faint smile. “Thank you Jack,” you breath out, your cheeks heating up.

It was such an intimate and domestic thing that he did and it truly warmed your heart that he was so nonchalant about helping you. It’s what you always envisioned when thinking about starting a family. Having a loving husband that was so beyond in love with you that starting a family was out of the question and that you’d do the cute little things like this together.

Jack licked his lips as he smiled down at you, the height difference making him swoon. Truth be told, part of the reason Jack was so adamant about helping you was because part of him liked you. How couldn’t? You were so effortlessly beautiful and held yourself in a way that would make any man drop to his knees. He blamed Urban for taking that all away from you-how his best friend managed to crush your confidence and all optimism for the future. And Jack wouldn’t ever admit it but ever since meeting you at that party, he couldn’t help the jealousy that overtook him when you fell for Urban and not him. Urban was equally as good at smooth talking and the fact that he was a photographer was something that you, as a model, found very attractive. One thing lead to another and he had to live with the fact that whenever you were in town, or they were in your hometown, you and Urban would go on cute little dates and hook up nearly every single time.

“Would you like something to drink?” you ask him, interrupting his thoughts. “I feel like I need to compensate you for your work somehow,” you laugh.

Jack grinned, “yeah I’ll take some tea.”

You lead him to the kitchen and open up your cabinet that held your different variety of tea. “What kind do you want?”

“The hottest kind,” he mused, watching for your reaction. You rolled your eyes which caused him to giggle, his dimple showing and all. “You’re actually so annoying you know that?” you comment, shaking your head as you laughed softly. “I’m no longer giving you a choice. You’re drinking green tea,” you scold, taking out two tea bags and turning on the kettle.

You and Jack fell into a comfortable silence as you waited for the water to boil. Every now and then you would wince and rub your belly.

“Why you keep making those faces?” Jack asks, his brows furrowed. “Looks like you’re in pain.”

You bite your lip and shrug. “Cos he keeps kicking,” you sighed.

“Does it hurt that much?” he asked curiously.

“I mean…I’ve sorta gotten used to it but imagine something kicking from inside you,” you whine. “Here—feel,” you say, taking hold of his hand gently and pressing it to your stomach over where your baby boy was kicking.

Jack’s eyes widened, a smile smile making its way onto his lips as he felt the odd sensation against the palm of his hand. “Oh shit,” he chuckled. “He’s got a good kick. Gonna end up playing soccer like his old man,” he mused.

A few more eager kicks are felt which causes you to look up at Jack with an amused smile. “I think he likes your voice,” you hum. Jack can’t help the grin that lightens up his face and the fluttering of his heart from your little comment. “Have you chosen a name yet?” he asked, his hands still on your belly as he rubbed it softly.

You shrug and bite your lip in thought. “Not really no. Every time I like a name, I test it out with my own last name and it just sounds bad,” you cringe. “Have any suggestions?”

Jack removed one hand from your belly to scratch the back of his neck with a soft laugh. “Honestly haven’t really thought about it before… kinda like the names Oliver and Leo?” he suggested weakly. “I don’t know…I think it would be easier if you just named him after me,” he shrugged playfully.

You toss your head back in laughter and shake your head. “Nah—we don’t need any more big egoed Jack’s in the world,” you tease. Jack laughed along before he shook his head. “Nah ma. He’ll grow up to be a handsome motherfucker that’s smart as hell and has great flow like me,” he mused.

You snorted, “oh sure,” you reply sarcastically, although the grin is still very much evident on your face. Jack grinned back, his line of sight flickering from your eyes, down to your lips, noting your adorable smile and it made him instinctively lick his own lips.

Your breath hitched once you noticed his lingering stare, causing your cheeks to heat up. Slowly but surely, Jack’s head dipped down and he pressed his lips to yours so softly, it barely felt like a real kiss.

You kissed him back, only momentarily before you pulled away in slight panic. “Jack this is wrong,” you whispered, eyes tearing up.

“Y/N—”

“No Jack,” you breath out, looking at him sternly. “It’s not right that you’re here helping your best friend’s baby mama when you know he wants nothing to do with him or me,” you say, taking a step back to hold your ground.

“Then why does being with you and around you feel so right?” he argued back. “I like you—”

You scoffed. “No Jack! You like the thought of being with me! The thought of getting to play house without the actual commitment and when you’re ready to bail, you’ll do so without feeling the guilt of leaving your own child behind!” you yell. “You and Urban are more alike than you know—there’s a reason why you two are best friends,” you muttered, running an anxious hand through your hair. “I’m not risking it so please just drop it. I don’t want your pity and I don’t need you to save me.”

A look of hurt crosses Jack’s features. He looks down at the ground and taps his fingers across the granite countertops anxiously before he looks up at you. “If he came back to you after everything…would you choose him?” he asked.

You frown as you hear his question. “You can’t expect me to answer a question like that…it’s not that simple—”

Jack scoffed, “no I think it is! There’s a guy that doesn’t give a shit about you or his child then there’s a guy like me who’s willing to give you everything! How isn’t it simple?” he asks with a defeated tone in his voice.

“Jack it’s not simple because I fell in love with him!” you exclaim. “I know I shouldn’t have fallen for him but it was more than just hookups for me,” you sigh. “Not to mention that you’ll be risking your friendship with him…so tell me how is it simple?”

[fyodior]

anything for you - kinktober fic one

pairing: omega!fyodor and gn!reader

content: 18+, minors DNI! includes omegaverse, fingering, fluff

notes: HI EVERYBODY WELCOME BACK! i am sooo sorry for the confusion. this blog was temporarily terminated but is now alive again, so i am reposting this here. i will be staying on THIS blog unless tumblr k*lls me again. so here, have some omega fyodor as a treat <3 (art by the loml @nameless-noodles)

♫ now playing: angel baby by troye sivan ♫

You had only gotten up to fetch some water, snacks, and painkillers, which took about five minutes. But those five minutes took about an hour of convincing the poor omega glued to your body that it was necessary, and you would be right back. He whined, repeating over and over how he didn’t understand why you had to leave, despite you rewording it as many ways as you could think of.

I swear I will come right back next to you, baby, I just need to run to the kitchen.

You need food and water to live, Fedya.

I also need food and water to live, darling.

His heat had been quite intense this cycle, meaning that you being out of his eyesight made him feel like the world itself was ending. The only reason he finally released you from his iron grip was because his cramps had reached their worst, and that pain was currently outweighing the emotional distress of you being gone. If only by the tiniest bit.

You asked if he wanted to FaceTime you while you were gone but he just shook his head and whimpered in pain, curling into a fetal position. Squeezing his hands tight and pressed your foreheads together, you swore up and down that you just wanted to take care of him, and you were never going to abandon him. He nodded and sniffed, so you tucked him in tight to his nest, covering him in all his blankets and surrounding him with pillows, before heading off. Running to the kitchen, you grabbed a tote bag and quickly tossed in as many water bottles, random snacks and sandwiches, and medications you could find. But still, when you returned to the bedroom slightly out of breath, you could hear quiet sniffles from the man buried underneath the mountain of blankets. You sighed deeply before shutting the door behind you and making your way over to the nest.

Sitting on the edge of the bed still holding the tote bag, you gently peeled back the covers hiding Fyodor’s face to look at him. Sure enough, his cheeks burned a fiery red as tears flowed from his eyes. You honestly figured this would happen.

“Fedya, baby? I’m right here. Can you sit up for me a little?” you cooed, using your fingers to brush his bangs out of his eyes. He just whined and buried himself even deeper into his nest, making you groan.

“Brat,” you muttered to yourself.

It took some gentle manhandling, but you were eventually able to bring Fyodor up to the surface enough to shove some painkillers and a bottle of water in his hand, watching with your eyebrows raised as he downed the pills.

“Drink at least half of that water,” you instructed, still mindful to keep your voice soft.

He tried to whine, but after telling him you wouldn’t cuddle with him until he drank water and ate a handful of grapes, he choked both down as fast as he could. You laughed as he handed back the half-empty water bottle with a sour look on his face, but held up your end of the deal.

Pulling off your sweatpants before returning to the nest – it got hot as hell underneath there – you climbed back into the little sanctuary with your mate you adored so much. After situating yourself back inside, you turned on your side to look into his sad eyes, offering a small smile.

“Hi,” you whispered.

He met your gaze and you could tell he was starting to cheer up thanks to your return, and you sighed in relief. At least he wasn’t upset for long.

Fyodor didn’t respond, just scooted closer to you, and nuzzled deep into your chest as you wrapped your arms tightly around him. You could feel the tension in his slim body melt away as he sighed, tangling his long legs with yours. For extra comfort, you began running your fingers through his soft, dark hair and pressing light kisses to his forehead. You smiled to yourself as he started to purr quietly. You laid there for a while, grazing your fingertips up and down his back and scratching lightly. He had subconsciously began sucking on your neck near one of your scent glands, and you had to hold back laughs as his teeth tickled your throat. He suddenly pulled his head back so he could look at you.

“What is it, darling?” you asked, brushing his hair out of his face.

You could tell he was about to say something, mouth ajar, but stopped himself with a hmph and averted his eyes.

“Fedya?”

His brought out his arms from where he had had them curled underneath himself so he could snake them under your t-shirt. Skin to skin contact was very important to him in his heats.

“Can you-“ he grumbled, cutting himself off once again. You used your index finger to lift his chin up, forcing him to look at you.

“You know you can ask me anything, love. I will do anything for you.”

“Will y- will you croon for me?” he whispered before burying his face under the covers.

You laughed at the absurdity of the question – the fact that it even needed to be a question.

“Of course I will, you know that. All you have to do is say the words,” you assured him.

Hugging him tight, you allowed for the deep purr-like sound to rise from your chest. You could tell by the slowing of his breathing and the sweetening of his scent that it was calming him down. He found so much comfort in the vibrations but was always embarrassed to ask for it. You felt him start to purr louder in return – one of your favorite noises.

After a bit, his scent began to sweeten a little too much, and your mind began to wander. His pained moans confirmed your suspicions.

“Is everything okay?” you whispered. He groaned even louder.

“I’m…. leaking. A lot,” he replied, voice so small it was barely audible. He untangled his legs from yours so he could squeeze his thighs together.

“May I help?” You always tried to phrase things very gently to Fyodor in this state. If he got too embarrassed, he would stop speaking up at all, and taking care of the omega became next to impossible.

“Would you?”

“You know I always will.”

You gripped his thigh so you could hook it over your hips, allowing you better access, before your hands wandered lower. Being very slow and delicate about it, you made sure to ask is this okay? with every new movement.

Your hand eventually came to his lower back and began massaging the soft fat, making him moan. Gently inserting your fingers into the cleft of his ass, your fingers found his very wet hole. He was not exaggerating when he said it was a lot. The slick dripped out of him steadily, streaming down his thighs and gathering in the cleavage. You teased his hole to see how ready he was, and the way it gaped in response was all you needed to know.

Making sure it was well slicked, you slipped your middle finger into his hole, and the moan he let out was ungodly. You went slow to be able to assess how receptive his body would be; feeling no resistance, you pushed in the digit all the way to your knuckle. Fyodor was already whining and clawing at the skin of your back, and you had barely just begun. You allowed for him to adjust to the foreign presence before slowly starting to pump the finger in and out of him. He threw his head back at the friction he had so desperately been waiting for, and you smiled before pressing kisses to his jaw.

Not long after, you added your ring finger in right beside it, and his hole received it willingly. He whimpered and whined as you thrusted both fingers into him with increasing speed, attempting to angle them right enough to hit his prostate. It didn’t take long – you knew Fedya’s body well at that point. The second you made contact with his prostate his back arched into you and he whined even louder.

“More, please,” he begged.

“Do you think you can take one more?” you asked, continuing to fuck him with your fingers. He nodded ferociously, and you could feel him clench tightly around the digits.

Pushing in your index finger required no effort – you wondered how long he had been this needy before he ever said anything. You got a little rougher with the third finger added, transitioning between scissoring them to stretch him out even more, to pumping them in and out quickly.

He mewed as he attached his mouth to your throat once more, saliva dripping out of his mouth and beginning to soak your t-shirt. You just chuckled to yourself.

Your hand was absolutely drenched with the sweet-smelling slick at that point, and you could feel it beginning to pool underneath him. You briefly thought about how best to break the news that you would need to change the sheets of his nest soon.

You could tell he was reaching his climax as his erection was leaking through his underwear as well, and he tightened the grip of his leg wrapped around you, toes curling in anticipation. You increased your rhythm once again, and he moaned and tried to chase the feeling, desperate to ride your fingers.

“Do you want to come, Fedya?” you whispered in his ear. All he could do was moan in response. You caught his lips with yours, kissing him deeply as you fucked into him.

“I’m gon- I’m gonna-“ he could barely get the words out.

“C’mon, baby, come for me.”

He began rubbing himself against your belly, chasing the friction against his cock he so desperately needed. He kissed you back sloppily, all teeth and tongue as his focus wavered.

Not long after, he arched his back and cried out your name before he released into his boxers, and drenched your hand even more with the sweet substance as slick flowed out of him. You fucked him through the whole thing, only stopping when his body stilled. You slowly pulled out your fingers with a dirty pop, and he whined at the sudden loss of fullness. You couldn’t help but to bring your hand up to your mouth and suck the slick off your fingers. It was your favorite taste.

“Is that better, Fedya?” you cooed. “…Fedya?”

You pulled back a little to search his face, and sure enough, he had passed out, slumped against your chest. You just laughed and hugged him closer – he had been so agitated lately; he needed the sleep. Hoping to lull him into a very restful and long sleep you started to croon, and he snuggled impossibly closer to you. You smiled and peppered his slack face with kisses as you situated the messed-up covers and plushies around Fyodor, burying him deep in his nest just the way he liked it. You honestly could not love your omega any more than you already did.

[fyodorsmistress]

anything for you - kinktober fic one

⁎ pairing: omega!fyodor and gn!reader

⁎ content: 18+, minors DNI! includes omegaverse, fingering, fluff

⁎ notes: first fic of kinktober!! for those who dont know yet: i used to be pussydrunkfyodor, but my account was terminated. i am starting over here, and this is the start of my new, revamped kinktober! omega fyodor has become my guilty pleasure, have fun <3 (art by the loml, @nameless-noodles)

♫ now playing: angel baby by troye sivan ♫

You had only gotten up to fetch some water, snacks, and painkillers, which took about five minutes. But those five minutes took about an hour of convincing the poor omega glued to your body that it was necessary, and you would be right back. He whined, repeating over and over how he didn’t understand why you had to leave, despite you rewording it as many ways as you could think of.

I swear I will come right back next to you, baby, I just need to run to the kitchen.

You need food and water to live, Fedya.

I also need food and water to live, darling.

His heat had been quite intense this cycle, meaning that you being out of his eyesight made him feel like the world itself was ending. The only reason he finally released you from his iron grip was because his cramps had reached their worst, and that pain was currently outweighing the emotional distress of you being gone. If only by the tiniest bit.

You asked if he wanted to FaceTime you while you were gone but he just shook his head and whimpered in pain, curling into a fetal position. Squeezing his hands tight and pressed your foreheads together, you swore up and down that you just wanted to take care of him, and you were never going to abandon him. He nodded and sniffed, so you tucked him in tight to his nest, covering him in all his blankets and surrounding him with pillows, before heading off. Running to the kitchen, you grabbed a tote bag and quickly tossed in as many water bottles, random snacks and sandwiches, and medications you could find. But still, when you returned to the bedroom slightly out of breath, you could hear quiet sniffles from the man buried underneath the mountain of blankets. You sighed deeply before shutting the door behind you and making your way over to the nest.

Sitting on the edge of the bed still holding the tote bag, you gently peeled back the covers hiding Fyodor’s face to look at him. Sure enough, his cheeks burned a fiery red as tears flowed from his eyes. You honestly figured this would happen.

“Fedya, baby? I’m right here. Can you sit up for me a little?” you cooed, using your fingers to brush his bangs out of his eyes. He just whined and buried himself even deeper into his nest, making you groan.

“Brat,” you muttered to yourself.

It took some gentle manhandling, but you were eventually able to bring Fyodor up to the surface enough to shove some painkillers and a bottle of water in his hand, watching with your eyebrows raised as he downed the pills.

“Drink at least half of that water,” you instructed, still mindful to keep your voice soft.

He tried to whine, but after telling him you wouldn’t cuddle with him until he drank water and ate a handful of grapes, he choked both down as fast as he could. You laughed as he handed back the half-empty water bottle with a sour look on his face, but held up your end of the deal.

Pulling off your sweatpants before returning to the nest – it got hot as hell underneath there – you climbed back into the little sanctuary with your mate you adored so much. After situating yourself back inside, you turned on your side to look into his sad eyes, offering a small smile.

“Hi,” you whispered.

He met your gaze and you could tell he was starting to cheer up thanks to your return, and you sighed in relief. At least he wasn’t upset for long.

Fyodor didn’t respond, just scooted closer to you, and nuzzled deep into your chest as you wrapped your arms tightly around him. You could feel the tension in his slim body melt away as he sighed, tangling his long legs with yours. For extra comfort, you began running your fingers through his soft, dark hair and pressing light kisses to his forehead. You smiled to yourself as he started to purr quietly. You laid there for a while, grazing your fingertips up and down his back and scratching lightly. He had subconsciously began sucking on your neck near one of your scent glands, and you had to hold back laughs as his teeth tickled your throat. He suddenly pulled his head back so he could look at you.

“What is it, darling?” you asked, brushing his hair out of his face.

You could tell he was about to say something, mouth ajar, but stopped himself with a hmph and averted his eyes.

“Fedya?”

His brought out his arms from where he had had them curled underneath himself so he could snake them under your t-shirt. Skin to skin contact was very important to him in his heats.

“Can you-“ he grumbled, cutting himself off once again. You used your index finger to lift his chin up, forcing him to look at you.

“You know you can ask me anything, love. I will do anything for you.”

“Will y- will you croon for me?” he whispered before burying his face under the covers.

You laughed at the absurdity of the question – the fact that it even needed to be a question.

“Of course I will, you know that. All you have to do is say the words,” you assured him.

Hugging him tight, you allowed for the deep purr-like sound to rise from your chest. You could tell by the slowing of his breathing and the sweetening of his scent that it was calming him down. He found so much comfort in the vibrations but was always embarrassed to ask for it. You felt him start to purr louder in return – one of your favorite noises.

After a bit, his scent began to sweeten a little too much, and your mind began to wander. His pained moans confirmed your suspicions.

“Is everything okay?” you whispered. He groaned even louder.

“I’m…. leaking. A lot,” he replied, voice so small it was barely audible. He untangled his legs from yours so he could squeeze his thighs together.

“May I help?” You always tried to phrase things very gently to Fyodor in this state. If he got too embarrassed, he would stop speaking up at all, and taking care of the omega became next to impossible.

“Would you?”

“You know I always will.”

You gripped his thigh so you could hook it over your hips, allowing you better access, before your hands wandered lower. Being very slow and delicate about it, you made sure to ask is this okay? with every new movement.

Your hand eventually came to his lower back and began massaging the soft fat, making him moan. Gently inserting your fingers into the cleft of his ass, your fingers found his very wet hole. He was not exaggerating when he said it was a lot. The slick dripped out of him steadily, streaming down his thighs and gathering in the cleavage. You teased his hole to see how ready he was, and the way it gaped in response was all you needed to know.

Making sure it was well slicked, you slipped your middle finger into his hole, and the moan he let out was ungodly. You went slow to be able to assess how receptive his body would be; feeling no resistance, you pushed in the digit all the way to your knuckle. Fyodor was already whining and clawing at the skin of your back, and you had barely just begun. You allowed for him to adjust to the foreign presence before slowly starting to pump the finger in and out of him. He threw his head back at the friction he had so desperately been waiting for, and you smiled before pressing kisses to his jaw.

Not long after, you added your ring finger in right beside it, and his hole received it willingly. He whimpered and whined as you thrusted both fingers into him with increasing speed, attempting to angle them right enough to hit his prostate. It didn’t take long – you knew Fedya’s body well at that point. The second you made contact with his prostate his back arched into you and he whined even louder.

“More, please,” he begged.

“Do you think you can take one more?” you asked, continuing to fuck him with your fingers. He nodded ferociously, and you could feel him clench tightly around the digits.

Pushing in your index finger required no effort – you wondered how long he had been this needy before he ever said anything. You got a little rougher with the third finger added, transitioning between scissoring them to stretch him out even more, to pumping them in and out quickly.

He mewed as he attached his mouth to your throat once more, saliva dripping out of his mouth and beginning to soak your t-shirt. You just chuckled to yourself.

Your hand was absolutely drenched with the sweet-smelling slick at that point, and you could feel it beginning to pool underneath him. You briefly thought about how best to break the news that you would need to change the sheets of his nest soon.

You could tell he was reaching his climax as his erection was leaking through his underwear as well, and he tightened the grip of his leg wrapped around you, toes curling in anticipation. You increased your rhythm once again, and he moaned and tried to chase the feeling, desperate to ride your fingers.

“Do you want to come, Fedya?” you whispered in his ear. All he could do was moan in response. You caught his lips with yours, kissing him deeply as you fucked into him.

“I’m gon- I’m gonna-“ he could barely get the words out.

“C’mon, baby, come for me.”

He began rubbing himself against your belly, chasing the friction against his cock he so desperately needed. He kissed you back sloppily, all teeth and tongue as his focus wavered.

Not long after, he arched his back and cried out your name before he released into his boxers, and drenched your hand even more with the sweet substance as slick flowed out of him. You fucked him through the whole thing, only stopping when his body stilled. You slowly pulled out your fingers with a dirty pop, and he whined at the sudden loss of fullness. You couldn’t help but to bring your hand up to your mouth and suck the slick off your fingers. It was your favorite taste.

“Is that better, Fedya?” you cooed. “…Fedya?”

You pulled back a little to search his face, and sure enough, he had passed out, slumped against your chest. You just laughed and hugged him closer – he had been so agitated lately; he needed the sleep. Hoping to lull him into a very restful and long sleep you started to croon, and he snuggled impossibly closer to you. You smiled and peppered his slack face with kisses as you situated the messed-up covers and plushies around Fyodor, burying him deep in his nest just the way he liked it. You honestly could not love your omega any more than you already did.

[erodasfishtacos]

Acting Up (mini blurb)

thanks sm to Sarah who generously donated to my ko fi. she requested a blurb about mlbrry going to get ice cream as a family so here you go! with a little harry in DAD mode.

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It was a hot night and the kids were a bit stir-crazy, so was eight-month pregnant YN in the house while Harry had been traveling to play.

“Mama, what’d y’want?” Harry murmurs, hand rubbing her bump as they wait with one hand as he has Ezra propped on his hip on the other side.

“Everything sounds so good,” She groans as she looks over the menu, pregnancy hunger was a real thing.

Her bump was bigger than any of her other pregnancy and she was quite miserable - though trying to make the best out of it.

“I’ll buy y’the whole menu,” Her husband replies as he reviews the menu board in front of them as well.

“Then I’ll be as big as house,” YN quips, hands running through Cash’s curly locks as he hugs her leg

“Just more f’me to love on,” He hums happily, moving to grope her bum a bit until she smacks his off with an eye roll.

He sees out of the corner of his eye his oldest taunting his middle child with goofy faces.

“Easton, enough,” Harry scolds as he sees Cash’s eyebrows furrow as he gets frustrated with his older brother.

Six and four - what an age.

The oldest stops at the firm tone of his father, huffing and giving his brother a dirty look before moving to stand next to his dad.

When they arrive at the order window, a teenage boy steps over to greet them, his mouth drops open as he sees who it is.

“Y-you’re Harry S-Styles,” The kid stutters, his face flushing red and his eyes wide as he stares at the celebrity.

Harry smiles kindly with a chuckle, “I am. Are you fan? Pleasure to meet you.”

“Daddy, why does he know your name?” Cash asked in confusion as he peeks around his father’s leg.

“‘cause he plays babeball, stupid,” Easton replies with an attitude towards his brother.

“Mama!” Cash shrieks offendly.

YN sighs, cupping Harry’s hand on her belly for moment, “Order me a banana split with peanut butter and extra strawberry. I’m going to go talk to East.”

YN pulls Easton to an empty table with enough room for the five of them and also to accommodate her belly.

“Why are you picking on your brother?” YN uses her mom mode voice as she watches her son pout out his lip.

“He stole my dolphin stuffie earlier!”

Of course.

“Is that the proper way to treat him though?” YN questions directly, tilting his chin up so she can make eye contact.

“No mama,” Easton mumbles, struggling to keep his mother’s gaze.

“Will you say sorry to him when he comes over?” YN encourages.

He agrees, lisps out an apology before Harry hands him a bowl of chocolate ice cream with rainbow sprinkles.

After a few minutes, YN winces and stands from the table, a hand going to rest of her back.

“What’s wrong, mama?” Harry asks with concern laced in his tone. He was currently feeding Ezra little bits of strawberry that was dripping down his chin.

“Just my back is achey, I’m just going to stand and eat,” She grumbles, shifting her weight side-to-side as she takes small bites of her banana split.

“Stop it!” Easton whines when Cash sticks his finger into his older brothers bowl and submerges it in his ice cream.

“Cash,” Harry states, reaching for his middle son’s arm “Get y’hand out of your brother’s food, right now.”

Cash listens but snickers when he realizes he’s managed to annoy Easton.

When Harry looks back to his wife, he then hears Cash shouting, “No!”

The parents look back to see Easton with chocolate ice cream as his nice white shirt and Cash with a sticky hand of melted dessert.

“Cash!” YN scolds on frustration, they were really usually good with each other but today was not their day.

She sits down her food to rustled through the diaper bag for wipes. She cleans off Cash’s hands with a pointed stare as Harry reaches over to clean up Easton.

“You’re done,” Harry tells Cash firmly, picking up his son’s bowl that he hadn’t finished and dumping it in the garbage. “Y’don’t get ice cream if y’just goin’ to throw it.”

That sends the middle one into a meltdown and it makes it even worse when Easton taunts, “No more for you!”

It has Cash standing up and darting around the table but Easton sees him and gets up to bolt away from his grasps.

“Stop running right now,” Harry raises his voice, groaning when Ezra starts to whimper at the chaos and holds on to Harry tighter.

“Boys! Listen to your fa-“

Easton darts around his mother but Cash isn’t as agile yet and knocks right into the front of her calves causing her banana split to drop out of her hands and for her to stumble.

“Baby!” Harry panics, instantly moving forward to grab her arm and pulls her towards him so she tumbles into his chest instead of backwards.

“Oh my god,” YN whimpers, her breathing becoming quicker as her heart rate spikes from the scare, hands coming to her bump.

The boys are frozen still were they’re at. Eyes wide and tears welling at the fear their mother got hurt by them

“Mama, y’alright? Sweetheart, I know Y’got scared. Breathe for me,” Harry soothes more worried about his wife than scolding his kids.

“If I would have fallen,” YN is tearing up, anxiety spiking through her chest at the thought of the baby getting hurt.

Harry is breathing heavier than he’d like to admit too.

“Don’t cry, s’okay. The baby is perfect, y’keeing them so nice and safe, bein’ a perfect mama,” He assures her, kissing her temple and brushing away a tear.

Ezra is distressed too, of course the sensitive little boy is, chanting, “mommy, mommy, mommy.”

She clears her throat, smiling softly at her youngest boy, “M’okay, Ezzie. It’s all okay.”

“Mama, hold me,” Ezra begs, reaching out his arms to be switched to his mother but Harry holds him tight and shakes his head ‘no.’

“Not right now baby. Mommy doesn’t feel very good,” YN tells him, chest still pounding, back still aching.

And when their youngest starts sobbing, screaming that he wants his mother, well...YN starts feel overwhelmed by her two olders ones who are whimpering because they know they’re in trouble and Ezra tantruming.

“Sweetheart,” Harry can tell by the tears bubbling up along her waterline what’s going on, “Baby, y’okay. What do y’need?”

YN sucks in a deep breath, gathering her thoughts for a moment, “I just need a minute alone. You can have Easton and Ezra finish their ice cream. Then come after you’re done.”

“I can do that,” Harry replies sadly, he couldn’t stand seeing his wife upset or scared - it was one of the worst feelings for him.

When YN grabs the car keys and leaves towards the car, Ezra settles as soon as he’s being fed ice cream again. The boys hesitantly go back to their seats across from their dad.

Harry knows they’re young. They don’t understand what it would mean if they knocked their heavily pregnant mother over but it doesn’t mean aggravation isn’t running through him at the two. 

“Daddy...” Easton sniffles cautiously, kicking his feet under the table as his chest shutters.

“Yes?” Harry answers calmly, looking up from Ezra to meet his son’s gaze - the same green eyes staring back at him.

“Do you and mommy hate us?” His oldest asks as he wipes his cheeks with the back of his hand.

“No, mama and I love you two with all our hearts. But daddy is very upset with you two right now, do you understand why?” 

They both nod in agreement that they do.

“Why are we upset?” Harry prompts as he takes a wet wipe to rubs over Ezra’s strawberry stained face.

“Cause we made mommy almost fall,” Cash lisps shamefully.

Harry nods, “And we tell you very often that we have to be careful with mama because she’s got a baby in her belly and we have t’keep the baby safe.”

“Are we in trouble?” Easton voice is still quiver with his guilt.

“I’ll have t’talk to y’mom but if it happens again, y’both are goin’ to be in a lot of trouble and y’gonna get a consequence. Do you understand that too?” 

They nod in unison. Easton hadn’t touched his ice cream again, gets up to throw it away as he loiters - looking towards the car where his mother is sitting away from them.

Cash gets up to but slowly walks around the table to his father. 

“M’sorry daddy,” He squeaks tearfully, moving forward and digging his face into Harry’s bicep.

“Cash,” Harry soothes, grasps his son lightly under the chin, “I love you very much, okay? We just can’t do things like that. Y’need to listen to daddy and mama.”

He nods in understanding before crawling up into his father’s lap, right next to Ezra - who gives him an affronted glare when he realizes he has to share space with him.

When they’re done and Harry has let enough time past, he walks the little group of boys toward their SUV.

He opens the passenger side door where YN is reclined a bit, hand on her stomach and the air-conditioner blasting cold air on her face.

“The boys have somethin’ t’say,” Harry smiles softly, leaning over to give his wife a quick kiss.

“M’sorry mama,” Cash whispers.

“Me too, mommy,” Easton adds on.

“I forgive you both. You just have to be careful with me. You’re sibling is in here and we have to keep them nice and healthy, right? I love you two more than anything.”

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