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[juniperdugong]

Confess - Satoru Gojo

WC: 840 || Genre: Fluff || Gojo x GN!reader (established relationship)

"SATORU GOJO!" Your scream reverberates across all walls and furniture like a gong to Toru's ears as you enter your shared bedroom.

"Uh oh..." He's digging himself into the sheets as fast as he can, the sound of your footsteps feeling like a literal horror movie, he nearly suffocates himself by wrapping the blanket over his head.

"Yeah. Uh oh." You loom over the cacoon he's created for himself. You can feel him shiver as you gently tap at his protection. A slight giggle from you and suddenly the blanket inflates like a balloon. "Satoru... you did not." the annoyance in your voice is evident.

"Don't know what you're talking about lovebug." You can practically hear the jittery nervous smile he's faking for himself under all this mess.

"Yeah? So you didn't just put your infinity up so I can't reach you?"

"Would never dream of doing that in your presence..."

You rip the sheets off and sure enough your hand faces an invisible wall. "Wouldn't dream of it, right?" Sarcasm drips from your words as you meet his face, a completely fake expression of happiness and innocence adorning him like a mask.

You flop yourself over the barrier like a sea lion, allowing yourself to drape over the nothingness and everything separating the two of you. To anyone else's eyes, this looks like a magic trick and you would be impressed too if this little charade weren't getting on your nerves. Your face droops into a pout as you wiggle yourself to stay on top. Toru's breath hits your cheek and you can just barely see how he mimics your pout in response.

You let out an exaggerated and heavy sigh knowing which strings to pull, "Don't do this to me, baby!" His pout turns sad and his voice gets whiny.

"I'm not the one doing anything." Each of your words is punctuated with a poke to, what would be his body, but instead is infinite space. You turn so you're at an angle where he can't see the smirk on your face, consider his strings pulled at this point!

Another heavy sigh is all that it takes before you feel yourself drop and your body thud heavily onto the man beneath you with a pained groan. You quickly try and move your body but your efforts are thwarted as Satoru squeezes you with all of his limps. Wiggling does nothing as he just gets tighter with every sudden move. Eventually, you have to concede because the heat of the friction you're causing is making you sweat and you go limp atop him.

"Gojo Satoru." Your voice is muffled as your face is smothered in Toru's chest.

"Oh, not the full name baby!"

You finagle your head so you can look up at him, your expression obviously upset and angry. "Confess your crimes."

"Crimes? What crimes? I don't see any crimes here sweetness." He looks around the room pretending to be oblivious but you're just too cute with your little pout, how can he resist such charms?

Like a man confessing to god he tilts his head back and towards the sky, putting on a fake look of sadness he lets out a sigh, "I, Gojo Satoru, confess to the crime of..." he pauses.

"Of?" You look at him expectantly.

"...Of eating all of y/n's snacks while they were away on a business trip." He bites his bottom lip looking down at you with puppy dog eyes.

"And?"

"And... for not replacing said snacks before they got home."

"And." You grit your teeth as you say the word.

"And... for waiting till they noticed and got all showered and comfortable after such a long and strenuous trip to mention anything..." His entire body suffocates you, squeezing you impossibly tighter as he finishes his confession, "Please don't hit me when I let go, honey..."

"Hmph" you gruff in response, you make no such promises in this situation.

He slowly releases you from his grip and tenses bracing for impact. Not feeling the weight of your palm against his face he opens an eye curiously.

*THWACK*

He's thrusted backward as you slap him hard in the chest, the surprise elicits multiple fake coughs from Satoru - you know he can take much more than a few of your measly punches but violence from you was always gonna do more damage to his heart than any curse could.

"cough cough ...you promised" he squeaks.

"I didn't actually. You're the one who promised not to touch my snacks... so???" Satisfied you leave him in his state of disarray, traipsing out of the room.

He lets his head hit the pillow, eyes following you in amusement as you walk away. He chuckles to himself completely amazed at your conviction and head over heals even for your little tantrums.

He knows you'll forgive him once he finishes placing all the orders for everything that he ate... maybe you'll even forgive him enough to let him have some if he asks nicely...

Nah, probably not.

A/N: A little something something for the jjk side of things... I definitely did not write this while completely exhausted at 4am... hope y'all enjoy though! First Satoru fic! Not proofread if you couldn't tell lol

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[dawn-moths]

"Birthday Wishes"

Undertaker x Female Reader

word count: 3,700+

(@fanfictionsworld requested: spending your birthday with Undertaker from my Cause to Start a Vendetta AU.)

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! fluff with some smut at the end, oral sex (reader receiving), use of the word “Daddy”, reader is called “princess, baby, sweetheart”.

*ao3 mirror*

***

You’d been counting down the days for weeks now, your birthday circled on the calendar with a big pink glitter gel pen heart several times over, every day crossed off that crawled closer to the day— your day— making you more and more excited.

Because, as you’d quickly grown accustomed to being spoiled by Undertaker— special occasion or otherwise— your birthday was no exception to being showered with all the love and luxury he had at his disposal.

“Morning, princess…” he cooed, gently smoothing down some of your sleep-tousled hair with a big, cool palm, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you blinked open beary eyes, wrapped in his arms and the many layers of blankets that twisted and tangled about your bodies sprawled across the bed.

“Morning, Daddy…” you replied, voice soft and delicate as the lingering dredges of slumber clung to your tone, an angelic little grin curving up on your sweet lips as you nuzzled closer into Undertaker’s chest, seeking out his elusive warmth.

For a moment, nearly forgetting what today was as you drifted in and out of consciousness, your figure filling with the heavy weight of sleep once more, your eyelids fluttered closed and your breathing began to turn slow and shallow. Undertaker rubbed a hand up and down your back, stirring you back to the waking world and smiling to himself as you let out a big yawn, nose scrunching adorably with the expression.

“If you want to go back to sleep,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your nose and causing a fragile giggle to bubble up in your chest, “I won’t stop you. But that would certainly be a shame when we have so many fun things on our to-do list today.”

That was enough to entice you, your mind suddenly much more alert than before, and you snaked your arms up to gently rest over his shoulders. “Just a few more minutes…” you said, pressing yourself even closer to him, wishing you could bask in the safety of his touch forever. “Then I promise I’ll get up.”

A smooth, sonorous chuckle vibrated through his bones, the sound warming you from the inside out like hot milk and honey. “Alright, sweetheart,” he said, allowing himself to melt back to a more relaxed state as well. “Just a few more minutes…”

As the sun crept further through the cracks of the curtains, bright beams painting the ornate master bedroom with thin strokes of gold, stirring up the wispy clouds of dust motes swirling through the air, Undertaker coaxed you into finally rising, draping one of his big, fluffy black robes over your shoulders when you became burdened with a chill, the mansion’s usual temperature kept low upon his preference.

Once your feet were dressed in your favorite pair of fluffy socks and even fluffier slippers, you took Undertaker’s hand and let him guide you down the wide halls to the curving staircase, heading towards the kitchen where you could already smell your special birthday breakfast.

The long dining table was decorated to the nines with all kinds of balloon bouquets and bundles of black and white roses overflowing from crystal vases. Spelled out in gold glitter confetti at one end of the display was HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRINCESS punctuated by a big heart. At the other was a full selection of all your breakfast favorites— souffle pancakes piled high with bananas and melty chocolate chips, strawberry french toasts drizzled with sticky maple syrup and sprinkled with a frosty snowfall of powdered sugar, fluffy scrambled eggs and yogurt parfaits and fruit arranged by color.

You sucked in a gasp of delight, hands clasped before your chest as you eagerly surveyed the scene, looking up at your Daddy like he’d outdone himself.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he said, extending a hand towards the chair at the head of the table— his usual chair, the master’s chair, the dining room’s throne— and pulling it out for you to sit in, taking the seat adjacent to it to join you in the morning’s sugary culinary experience.

Over the meal— you choosing a bit of everything to pile onto your plate in an orderly array, because why should you have to choose just one when today you could have whatever your little heart desired— you and Undertaker began to discuss the day’s itinerary.

There was a packed schedule planned indeed— a shopping outing at all your most beloved designer stores, afternoon tea at the Ritz, exploring some of the artsy nooks and crannies of the city and dropping into your favorite bookstore all before hopping on the Aurora Society’s private jet and taking the hour and a half flight to your favorite five star restaurant in Paris, sure to end the evening by enjoying your usual penthouse suit of the expensive hotel that gave the best view among any of the establishments around.

“Oh, and there’s one more thing,” Undertaker slyly prompted just as you were about to head upstairs to get changed and ready for the events ahead, thoughts already spinning trying to decide what you wanted to wear. You stopped and considered him with an adorably cute expression for a moment until he pulled a big gift bag from under the table where he’d hidden it from you, the glossy black packaging stuffed with glittering silver tissue paper and two perfect satin ribbons serving as the handles. “You know,” he shrugged as he slid it towards you on the table, drinking in your awe, never growing tired of how easily you seemed to be innocently surprised sometimes, “just in case you felt like going out in something new.”

Carefully, as if the wrapping itself was just as valuable as the gift, you plucked the sparkling tissue paper away to uncover the pristinely wrapped box beneath, a marbling of glossy and matte black swirling over the decorative paper like ink dropped into water. The moment the first half of your favorite clothing brand’s name was visible to you, you shot him a glance, as if to say, “you shouldn’t have” despite believing down to your very core that you deserved every expensive, extravagant thing that Undertaker placed in your cute little lap.

Once you lifted the garment from where it had been perfectly folded within its box, holding it up to your body as if to sample how it would look before trying it on, you heard Undertaker sigh, a dreamy, lilting hum tailing off the end of it. “Exquisite…” he remarked, and you now held the dress out from your body, studying the intricate craftsmanship that had been hand stitched into the garment as you smiled to yourself, eyes sparkling.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “It really is.”

But then Undertaker was by your side, having moved soundlessly, his even stride gliding across the short distance to meet you. “I wasn’t talking about the dress,” he murmured, big hands settling on your hips. “Now, why don’t you head upstairs and start getting ready.”

You turned your face up to his, met his lips when he was close enough for a kiss, and muttered out a sweet little, “Thank you, Daddy,” before following his instruction and heading for the staircase.

He watched you go, saw the skip in your step as you ventured off, only returning to clearing the table once you disappeared down the long second story hallway and out of his view. He was going to look forward to taking that dress off of you later, unwrapping you like his own special gift by the time night draped itself over the sky.

***

The afternoon had been like a dream, you and your lover floating from one location to the next to try on extravagant clothing and sample imported teas, the two of you practically waltzing through the downtown streets where you longed to see what new installments the local London artists put up around the city before you’d lost track of time perusing your favorite bookstore, a good two hours going by without you even noticing as you strategically searched for the next story to get yourself hooked on.

But as the sky began to fade from blue to gold, it signaled that dinner was soon approaching, which meant you two had a plane to catch if you wanted to arrive to your reservation on time.

The hostess greeted you two with a friendly smile, addressing you both by name, the entire restaurant staff made familiar with London’s most notorious boss and the beautiful girl who was always on his arm, Undertaker making short, lighthearted conversation with the manager in French while they crossed paths on the walk to your usual table, the man chuckling at something your Daddy had said, forever able to charm anyone if he set his mind to it, it seemed.

As you both enjoyed the delicacies of the six course meal, you continued to talk and laugh, never running out of topics to converse about, though tonight you were most excited to tell him all about the book you’d recently finished and your expectations for the new one you’d chosen on your earlier excursion, having heard nothing but praise for the acclaimed tale.

Once the horizon had lost its lilac blush and sunk deep into the velvet navy of nightfall though, you knew you were just about to enter into yet another phase of your luxurious birthday festivities.

***

You could smell the roses from down the hall before the doors to your hotel suite in Paris even opened. The entirety of the three connected rooms were decked from floor to ceiling in at least one hundred thousand dollars worth of florals, vibrant reds and sultry blacks, flawless creams and even a dash of lovely soft pinks.

You could’ve cried at how gorgeous it all was, blinking the mist from your eyes as you spun in slow circles about the place, taking it all in. Undertaker’s hands found your shoulders to steady you, stopping your awestruck turns to face the beautiful birthday cake on the hotel room’s center table, the special dessert shaped like a heart and iced in a rainbow of your favorite colors, several candles placed strategically on the top and already lit, small flames glowing and beckoning you over to make a wish.

But what could you possibly wish for when you already had everything you’d ever want or need— a gorgeous man who loved you, showering you in every stunning thing life had to offer, as simple as the snap of his fingers or a wave of his hand— besides to continue living this blessed life that had found its way to you, through trial and tribulation?

Taking a few steps forward towards the cake, you choked out through a shaky breath, “Oh my god…” unable to hold back your tears any longer, a few sparkling drops running down your cheeks, glittering like gold as they caught the amber of the flickering firelight. You looked back at Undertaker, who was not far behind you, and wondered if you’d ever be able to convey how much this all meant to you. It almost seemed unfair. He’d always be able to do more for you than you would for him, though he never seemed to mind.

For him, just having you— his sweet, precious baby girl to dote on and adore as much as he pleased— was far more than enough. All you had to do was exist. All you had to do was be his.

“Well, go on,” he lightly urged, a calm smile playing at the corner of his lips as he gestured towards the center table. “The candles won’t blow themselves out, now will they?”

You smiled, big and bright, and let out a sound that could only be described as pure joy. Undertaker was addicted to that sound, the way it rang out like the delicate jingle of bells, the way it warmed him like the sun’s rays after so much rain. It made everything he’d ever done, good, bad, or somewhere in between, all worth it. Just to see you smile at him like that, just to hear you laugh. Just to know it was him who’d been the orchestrator of such emotions.

And as you let out a strong gust of a breath, turning each melting birthday candle from flame to smoke, you realized you did have one wish you wanted to make afterall.

Let things be like this forever, you thought to yourself, like a silent prayer. Let us stay as in love for the rest of our lives as we are right now, in this moment.

Undertaker cut the cake, a piece for you and a piece for him, and then the two of you sat by the counter outlooking the spotless floor to ceiling windows that gave way to the sprawling view of the City of Light, the night sky clear and sparkling with little bursts of silver stars overhead.

You talked and joked and laughed while you both enjoyed your dessert, your chair pressed right next to his, close enough that you could lean your head over to rest against the side of his shoulder while his arm slung across your back, hugging you closer to him, his most cherished treasure.

“You know…” you began, gazing dreamily out the window at the romantic scene the city offered. Then, casting him a glance from where you were nestled into his side, you said, “I think this might really be the best birthday ever.”

Something in his eyes softened a shade then, and in response Undertaker lightly took your chin between his lithe fingers, tilting your mouth just ever so slightly upwards so he could lean down to meet it. You hadn’t expected the kiss, languid and savoring at first as you parted your lips to let him in, both of you tasting like your favorite flavor of cake, soon turning more hungry, having you straddling his lap and blinded by the blissful haze that was slowly filling you from the inside out.

When he finally broke away, leaned back just far enough to look you in the eyes, gently wiping the cool pad of his thumb across the plush of your bottom lip, glossy from your mingled saliva, a weak attempt to clean you up a bit, he said, “I guess that means I’ll have to go above and beyond next year,” and you laughed and nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as you felt yourself relax over him.

“No, but really…” you murmured. “Thank you, Daddy. For everything. Always.”

All you got as a warning for what happened next was a low, lilting chuckle humming in his chest before he was hoisting you up, big hands splayed against the backs of your thighs as he began to carry you elsewhere in the suite.

“Where are we going?” you playfully asked, though you already had a pretty good idea.

“There’s still a few hours until midnight,” he remarked, a new kind of vigor in his voice and stride. He set you down on the edge of the king-sized bed, beginning to shrug off his jacket and tug his belt buckle free of its loops as he added, “Which means your birthday’s not over yet, princess.”

The smirk that spread across his face then made that fluttering creature resting in your lower belly roll over inside of you, beginning to wake, soon asking to be satisfied like a dog scratching at the door begging for treats, relentless until it was given its desired reward. It wasn’t long before Undertaker was hooking his grip under your thighs again, pulling you further down the bed where he then knelt at the foot of it.

You gave him an uncertain and slightly suspicious look as he flicked his emerald gaze up to meet yours. Usually, he liked to undress you, strip you down piece by piece before ridding himself of his own clothing, admiring every inch of your bare body like it was the most masterful work of art. Then he’d pin you down, his prized butterfly, and get to work at soaking both your bodies with pleasure before wringing them dry, squeezing you for every last lustful drop he could.

But tonight— on your night— he figured he’d do things a little differently. Give you one last birthday surprise before the clock struck twelve.

“Just relax, sweetheart…” he cooed, carefully bunching your new dress up around your waist, exposing the expensive lace clinging to the most delicate parts of you and drinking in the sight like it rivaled even that of the one just beyond the windows. “Let Daddy make you feel good…”

Undertaker pressed gentle kisses to the soft raise of your lower belly, and you felt your tight little hole futter and your sensitive bud pulse as he slowly removed your panties, your already damp core causing them to cling to you a moment before the cool air sighed against your damp slit.

Undertaker ran a long finger through your dewy folds, making your next breath catch as he slipped it inside of you to gather more of your slick before rubbing it against your puffy clit, already swollen with arousal, pulling one of those adorable whines from your throat as you lay one arm over your eyes, the other sprawled out across the bed, little fingers twisting into the sheets, trying to grab hold of anything while you still had the chance.

“That’s it, baby…” he praised, helping to spread you wider for him, a leg thrown over one of his broad shoulders as he continued to tease you. His next words sent a puff of his warm breath against your cunt, and you squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation, exhaling a shuddering sigh. He whispered, “I’m gonna take good care of you, baby,” and when he licked a flat-tongued stripe up your pussy, you let out a soft, broken whine, back already beginning to arch a little at the sinfully sweet feel of him.

Undertaker was skilled at a lot of things— running a business, making money, getting away with murder— but the thing you thought he was best at, above all else, was pleasuring you.

It was effortless, the way he knew exactly what to do that made you body bend to his command, melting your mind until all you knew was the press of his hips or the wet warmth of his mouth, the indents of his teeth, his fingerprints, all of it branded into you so no matter where you looked on your own body there would be a reminder of him, like a promise, a gift.

You were clenching the silky sheets in your trembling fist as he speared his tongue into you, his sharp nose nudging against your clit every time and forcing moan after delicious, high-pitched moan out of you like that was the only sound you’d ever known how to make. If he thought your laugh was syrupy sweet, then your moans were something else entirely, something far more addicting or satisfying than sticky, sickly sweet sugar. More like a drug to him, making him addicted in a way that, once he got a taste, he couldn’t stop. Not until you had nothing left to give, his pursuit at seeing just how far or how long he could make you go merciless time and time again.

“P-please—” you sobbed, the new veil of tears that had welled in your eyes causing your lashes to clump and spike together with every fluttering roll of your eyes back into your head. His pace was voracious, wanting to devour you down to your very core. You could barely get half a broken plea out before it was interrupted by a surrendering mewl or a soundless gasp, mouth hung open in ecstasy before he prepared to shatter you. “Please— I’m gonna—”

But before you could even speak the last word of your sentence, let alone remember it, Undertaker had you coming undone, unraveling you like a frayed thread on a silk scarf, pulling you apart until there was nothing left but a tangle of string he could then rearrange into any shape he pleased.

Your chest rose and fell with short, shallow, panting breaths, rigid form relaxing back into the mattress, body gone all pliable and boneless once the remaining tension melted away. Meanwhile, Undertaker pressed gentle kisses to the sensitive insides of your stained thighs, palms gently petting you as you drifted down from the high and back into the garden of Eden he’d planted, nurtured, and grown just for you.

Normally, he’d barely give you enough time to recover before commencing round two, but, as he seemed to be a little more patient with you on this most special of days, he allowed your heart to slow to a steady rhythm and your breathing to smooth out into even inhales and exhales before shifting over you, darting out his tongue to lick at his own lips to catch one last obscene taste of you before wiping away your glistening arousal from the bottom half of his pale face with the back of his hand.

As he stared down at you through half-lidded eyes, the vibrant green of them almost glowing through the dim dark of the bedroom, he said, as if only to himself, “Just look at you… So gorgeous… My beautiful girl…” as he helped free you the rest of the way from your pretty birthday dress, mindfully folding it and placing it on the nearest bedside drawer so it didn’t get ruined.

Because he did intend to ruin you.

He intended to ruin you in all the right ways.

As he shed his own clothing like a black-skinned snake, all those silvery scars wrapped around alabaster flesh now on full display, you reached out for him, wanting, craving, needing to feel the press of his body back on yours before the ebbing pleasure made you drift off to dreamland. Though, with Undertaker, reality could often feel like a dream, so perfect your conscious mind almost struggled to comprehend it was real at times.

But, as he began to lean back over you, your fingers interlocked as he pressed your hands down into the comforter on either side of your head, both your legs thrown over his shoulders to have you splayed wide and vulnerable for him, just the way he liked you, one thing was for certain. Undertaker had been ahead of himself when he’d said he’d have to find a way to outdo your birthday next year. After tonight, you had no idea how things could get any better than this.

***

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[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Where We Begin and End [Misunderstood Breakup Trope]

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Misunderstood Breakup situation 1. One person thinks the other one has broken up with them due to a misunderstanding "Frank comes home injured and it shakes you to your core, the next morning he’s gone and you think he’s left you"

Warnings: Angst into a happy ending. No gender or pronouns specified for reader. No use of y/n. Established relationship. Nicknames sweetheart and baby. Blood/description of a bullet injury and the repair of it. 

WC: 2,033

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Your fingers trembled as you worked, the silver tweezers dropped from your shaking hand and fell into the porcelain sink under you with a clang. 

‘Shit” you mumbled under your breath and retrieved them, the metal tool threatening to fall from your slippery, blood-covered hand again.

“S’ alright sweetheart, take your time.” Frank said softly

Usually his reassurance in a dire situation calmed you. But tonight there was an edge to his voice that had your fragile nerves teetering on an already thin tightrope.

You went back to the task in front of you, hesitantly plunging the tweezers into the flesh of his lower back, attempting to remove the bullet that had ricocheted and lodged itself there.

Repairing Frank after a long night out wasn’t an unusual occurrence for you. The sight of his blood didn’t typically phase you, having spent countless nights tending to his wounds as an act of love. But tonight, the injury in question had you fearing for Frank's life. 

You were by no means a medical professional, but you knew enough basic anatomy to know this bullet was dangerously too close to his spinal column and one wrong move by either of you could at best leave him with permanent nerve damage and at worst paralyze or even kill him.

“Almost got it.” You weren’t sure who you were trying to reassure more, him or yourself.

The dulled copper end of the bullet finally poked through amongst the crimson flooding the hole and the marred skin around it. You pulled it out, sighing in relief and releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Frank, always so stoic and calm, faced away from you sitting on the edge of the bathtub, elbows on his knees. His nostrils flared and his lip twitched, as the pain threatened to creep past the barrier against it he had plenty of practice building up. You were too busy threading the needle to stitch the hole closed that you hadn’t noticed his subtle signs of weakness.

Getting the bullet out was the hard part and an invisible weight lifted off your shoulders knowing if your mediocre medical repair hadn’t gone awry yet, it probably wasn’t going to from this point forward.

Your skin felt damp. God, how had you not noticed until now? You were sweating buckets from nerves and knew there was some of his blood on your face as well. Probably from unconsciously trying to wipe the sweat from your brow as you worked. Oh wait. There were also tears there. When did you start crying?

The silent air between the two of you felt heavier than a led balloon as you stitched the wound, neither of you daring to speak as you wiped the area down with an alcohol swab. 

“Okay um…” you sniffled, not wanting to let the flood gates fully open until you were out of the room 

“I cleaned up the blood surrounding it pretty good, so try not to get it too wet in the shower.” You finally commented, your work finished. 

Frank nodded his head. Typically a man of few words, especially after coming home from a job, he remained unnervingly quiet as you disposed of the bandage wrappers and gauze in the small plastic trash can under the sink. 

He leaned forward as if to speak, but decided against it, and instead turned on the spigot in front of him, letting the warm water splash against his feet. 

Avoiding his gaze, you washed your hands in the sink. The water ran down the drain in a river of scarlet, then a rusty orange, then eventually clear, the colors increasingly blurring in your vision as more tears filled your eyes. 

A soft thump behind you jolted you upright, adrenaline still buzzing and anticipating whatever might happen next. You relaxed a little again as you realized it was just Frank removing his jeans and tossing them on the floor as he changed the knob from the lower faucet to the shower head and stepped in to clean himself of the blood and grime of the evening. 

You never ask about what happened. No matter how severe the injuries he comes home with are, you never want to know. But tonight shook you so to your core, you can’t help but be curious. 

How did he make such a large miscalculation? Was it because he was getting old? Too distracted by his home life with you? Why had his bullet-proof vest not done a better job at protecting such a sensitive area? Your brain swirled with a million questions. 

He grunted in pain from behind the shower curtain and it made you jump once again. As the hot water hit the plethora of other wounds he came home with tonight, he knew you were still uneasy behind the shower curtain. 

“S’ okay baby. Really.” he reassured again

You proceeded into the bedroom, pacing in circles and not knowing what to really do with yourself, still unable to let yourself fully cry. 

A few minutes later, Frank emerged in a cloud of steam, a towel slung low on his waist. 

“You should be resting sweetheart.”

“Wanted to make sure you were okay before I laid down.”

“C’mon, I’ll lay with you.”

Gingerly, Frank laid on his stomach, not wanting to irritate the wound by sleeping on it. You curled into his side, resting your head on his shoulder, no longer able to hold the levee against your tears. They ran down your face in streams, soaking his shoulder and your pillow case.

“Pl.. please Frank. I can’t. I can’t do this anymore. I’m not asking you to change who you are but I can’t keep loving someone who constantly puts themself in a position where I could lose them. I can’t lose you Frank.”

“Sweetheart, you know this is what I do though. You know it’s dangerous. It’s just part of the job.”

“Don’t make me go through what you went through with Maria.”

Frank didn’t respond, only rolled on to his side to pull you against his chest and comfort you with his calloused fingers running soft lines against your skin until exhaustion finally won out and you fell asleep.

The pounding headache was the first thing you noticed in the morning. The heaviness of your eyelids as you attempted to open them was the second. 

You reached out for Frank, but your hand only met empty space and crumpled sheets.Not unusual for him to be up before you.

A dull ache radiated through your body as you slowly rolled out of bed. Frank was nowhere to be found in the kitchen, not making coffee as you suspected he might be.

“Frankie?” you called out, voice still small and croaky with sleepiness

But there was no answer.

You looked at the front door. Frank’s boots, coat, and keys were gone. He always let you know when he was going out and when he’d be back. You checked your phone. No text. 

Everything else seemed to be in place in your apartment but the feelings from last night still gnawed a pit into your stomach.

You remembered how scared you were and how you’d begged and cried until you fell asleep.

You’d asked Frank to do the impossible, something you’d never ask him, to give up being the Punisher. 

And he seemed he’d made his decision. He was gone. Walking out of the life you’d built together like it was nothing.

Getting ready for work was a chore you struggled through. Any sane person would take the day off after everything you’d been through in the last 6ish hours. But you needed the normalcy and the distraction, not wanting to sit around the apartment wallowing, waiting for something to happen that you knew wouldn’t - Frank coming home from wherever he’d gone.

You grabbed his hoodie from the hook in the entryway on your way out. You always wore it on days he was away, when you were missing him extra badly. God, how sick it was that the thing you were grieving was also the only thing you knew would bring you even a little bit of comfort.

You spent most of the day just sitting at your desk, staring at your computer, not really getting any work done. 

“God you look awful.” your coworker Kate commented when she popped her head into your office around lunchtime

“Frank and I, um… we broke up.”

“Jesus. I’m sorry. What happened?”

“We… something happened last night and when I woke up this morning he was gone.”

“Wait? Did you guys actually have a conversation about breaking up?”

“Well no but…”

“Did he take any of his stuff with him? You know like someone leaving would?”

“Well no but…”

“Did you, ya know, text or call him to see where he is?”

“Kate. Look. I just know Frank and after what happened, I just know this is it. He’s gone.”

Kate took pity on you and offered to take you to lunch to take your mind off of it. As you exited the office and walked to your favorite Thai place on the corner, you decided to take her advice and text him, knowing that you wouldn’t get one back.

Frank. I’m worried about you after what happened last night. Please just let me know you’re okay.

You must have checked your phone 30 times at the restaurant, with no notification of him texting you back showing up.

The walk back to the office was silent, Kate giving up on inventing one sided conversations to keep your mind off things.

A bouquet of peonies sat on your desk when you got back, as well as a pair of dirty combat boots attached to a very tired looking Marine, appearing as though he could use a nap, lounging in your office chair with his legs crossed and up on your desk. 

“Frank.”

“Hey sweetheart. You know your office needs better security?” he said casually as if he was just commenting on the weather and hadn’t just walked out of your life mere hours before

“You’re here.”

“Yeah.”

“But you left.”

“Yeah. Sorry to run out so quick this morning, but something came up.”

“But you didn’t text me back. Let me know. You always let me know.”

Frank sat upright, removing his feet one at a time from your desk and walking across the room to stand in front of you. He reached into his back pocket and held up his cell phone between you. The device, cracked across the screen and smashed in the one corner, looked entirely useless between his calloused fingers.

“What do you think the bullet ricochet off of?”

You weren’t sure if it was a chuckle or a sob that escaped your mouth, but it finally broke your resolve and you threw yourself into his arms.

“It was in my back pocket and the bullet hit it and it flew up between my back and my vest. Was gonna get a new one today, but Madani yakked my ear off all morning.”

“Madani?”

“Last night had me pretty spooked too. I didn’t sleep. Thinkin too much about what you said. You were right. My biggest fear is you getting hurt, losin you like I lost them. Didn’t even stop to think that losin me might hurt you too. But you remindin me how it felt when I lost my family… made me realize what you go through with me and all my bullshit.”

“So why were you with Dinah?”

“Remember when I told Madani I’d start working for the CIA when hell froze over? Well guess the devil better buy a coat…”

“Pfft I’ll let Matt know next time we see him… God, you scared me Frank. I thought you left me. That we were done. When I didn’t hear from you and you weren’t home. After last night…”

“You ain’t getting rid of me that easy.”

“That so, big guy?”

“Yeah gonna go be a CIA man. Wear a suit and work in an office and shit.”

“You look good in a suit, Frank.”

“Think I look like a dork”

“But you’re my dork?”

“Damn right baby.”

[ugh-yoongi]

HOBI REQUESTS YAY! okay so at first i was thinking it might be hobi's birthday and he stays late at the studio regardless of the day and comes home to reader all tired and drained, but then reader has such a sweet surprise for him when he gets there (whether it be a cake, flowers, balloons, etc.) and it just seems like he can breathe again without the weight of his work on his chest, even if it's just for that night, he can fall asleep with no problem.

OR, considering it's in the name of jess' birthday, it could be reversed? reader's birthday and hobi has the sweet surprise instead? i don't have an idea of what specifically would be demanding so much of reader's attention, but coming home to hobi with his pretty smile on such a day seems like something so beautiful.

that's all i could muster up as of now, 🙃 if you chose to, feel free to play around with it until it's something you are comfortable with! <3

thank you so much for the request! i went with the first one and i hope you enjoy it! <3

(side note: i banged this out in one sitting so i'm tentatively optimistic that my writer's block is cured. we'll see. thank you all for your patience and not showing up in my ask box with pitchforks.)

ataraxia

pairing: hoseok x reader genre: est. relationship au; fluff, a tiny bit of angst warnings: hobi's kind of going through it so there are allusions to poor mental health, otherwise this is mostly fluff. just being there for your person when they're having a tough time. no gendered pronouns used. unedited. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 1k listen to: novo amor - anchor

Hoseok had heard once that babies born in the winter are stronger.

Something about mothers being able to absorb more vitamin D during the summer months.

As he collapses onto the floor of his studio, sweat and exhaustion blurring his vision, he thinks those people are full of shit. What has being born in winter gotten him besides muscle cramps and seasonal depression? Because he’s also at a higher risk for that, which those people lauding his athleticism tend to leave off of the discussion.

He sighs. He’s twenty-nine now, and there’s something truly haunting about the inevitability of time. Can’t slow it down, can’t make it go faster; he just has to sit here and take it. Next year he’ll be thirty, thirty-one the year after that, and on and on it’ll go for the rest of his life.

All he has are these little joys: the squeak of his new sneakers on the studio floor, the kids in his class finally nailing their routine, those peach iced teas he likes being buy one get one free this week at the convenience store next door. He has you, too, but you were smart and traded in your two-cent dreams for the corporate world and now you’re spending his birthday on a business trip to Singapore.

Yoongi would call him an asshole for that, probably. He has friends. Friends who want to see him, buy him a drink and give him gifts, and he appreciates the effort, he does, he’s just… tired. Fatigue has seeped into all of his bones and left him nothing more than a husk of a person. It’s been months of this same unending grind, and he’s running out of self to give.

At least Singapore is warm this time of year. In Seoul, beyond the frosted windows of his studio, there’s nothing but gray-brown slush and a patch of black ice he can’t melt no matter how much he salts it.

“Fuck this,” he mutters.

It’s nearing nine o’clock. He needs to get home; needs to eat something and drag himself into a hot shower before he crawls into bed and spends the entire weekend there. Needs to reply to all the texts on his phone wishing him a happy birthday. Needs to tactfully and politely turn down all the invitations. Needs to post some bubbly, colorful message on social media thanking everyone for the well-wishes and attach a photo from a few weeks ago because he hasn’t been smiling much lately.

First, though, he needs to get off the floor.

He usually likes his walk home. Likes pressing his face to the glass to look at all the window displays when he’s not in the mood to shop. Likes seeing other people go about their days, live their lives. Likes looking at all the ways the city reflects sunlight and fades to husky gold. Likes walking under the cherry blossoms in the spring; likes it even more when a few petals stick to his shoulders and you laugh and brush them off as soon as he comes through the door.

It’s hard to get off the floor when none of that is out there.

But he does it anyway, because maybe he has a bit of that winter strength. He packs up his stuff and sits at the bus stop, counts his exhales as they materialize in front of him, thankful for the heavy coat you’d bought for him a few years ago, now well-worn and no longer itchy. He sits at the back by himself and sends half-assed replies to all of those texts. Scrolls back to stare at the photo you’d sent him this morning—fresh from sleep and barefaced, lips pursed together in a kiss, thumb and pointer fingers together in a heart.

Slush sticks to his shoes as he ducks inside the building. Nearly trips climbing up the stairs, because the two of you live on the fourth floor and it feels too lazy to take the elevator, even when his muscles are screaming from a long day at the dance studio. But it keeps him moving. Keeps him upright and functional when all he wants to do is rot away.

His shoes are dry by the time he reaches the door, soaked into the carpet lining the hallway. His hands still bear the cold—red and unsteady, it takes him a few tries to punch in the code. Gets it wrong twice, and he takes a second to just… stand there, head resting against the door, feeling the weight of the world come down on him.

He’s not sure what he thought twenty-nine would be like, but surely it wasn’t this.

And maybe if he wasn’t feeling so low, he would’ve noticed. Your keys in the bowl by the door, your shoes in the rack. The light on in the kitchen. The smell of the miyeokguk simmering on the stove. The sound of your footsteps as you meet him where he stands, shoulders slumped, eyes brimming with tears and exhaustion.

“Hob-ah?”

There are hands on his face. Soft, he thinks. They’re touching him so softly, treating him just as delicately as he feels. He leans into it; recognizes the perfume stuck to the wrist. Knows it smells like home and an aching he can never seem to put a name to, and you don’t hesitate to wrap him tightly in your arms.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he says, words waterlogged and hesitant as he speaks them into the crook of your neck. Nothing feels real, and he doesn’t trust himself to open his eyes.

You tangle your hands in his hair. Scratch lightly against his scalp. “I got an early flight home. Got back this afternoon.” This is where someone else would ask if he’s okay, try to pry apart his ribcage and look at all the ugly parts, but you don’t. There’s just a small intake of breath and the reluctance to let him go. “The miyeokguk is almost ready,” you say instead. “Do you want to take a shower while I get everything ready?”

Hoseok is reluctant to let go, too, but he’s at his best when he has a task. Needs something to accomplish, something to check off on his imaginary to-do list, so he nods. Pulls away and immediately misses your warmth. Takes your face in his hands and presses a kiss to your forehead. Thank you, it says. I needed you here.

You already know, though. You always do.

[pastelearthling65]

100 reasons to stay alive

1. to make your parents/others/yourself proud

2. to conquer your fears

3. to see your family/friends again

4. to see your Favorite artist live

5. to listen to music again

6. to experience a new culture

7. to make new friends

8. to inspire

9. to have your own children 

10. to adopt your own pet

11. to make yourself proud

12. to meet your idols

13. to laugh until you cry

14. to feel tears of happiness

15. to eat your favorite food

16. to see your siblings grow

17. to pass school

18. to get tattoo

19. to smile until your cheeks hurt

20. to meet your internet friends

21. to find someone who loves you like you deserve

22. to eat ice cream on a hot day

23. to drink hot chocolate on a cold day

24. to see untouched snow in the morning

25. to see a sunset that sets the sky on fire

26. to see stars light up the sky

27. to read a book that changes your life

28. to see the flowers in the spring

29. to see the leaves change from green to brown

30. to travel abroad

31. to learn a new language

32. to learn to draw

33. to tell others your story in the hopes of helping them

34. Puppy kisses.

35. Baby kisses (the open mouthed kind when they smack their lips on your cheek).

36. Swear words and the release you feel when you say them.

37. Trampolines.

38. Ice cream.

39. Stargazing.

40. Cloud watching.

41. Taking a shower and then sleeping in clean sheets.

42. Receiving thoughtful gifts.

43. To hear “I saw this and thought of you."

44. The feeling you get when someone you love says, “I love you."

45. The relief you feel after crying.

46. Sunshine.

47. The feeling you get when someone is listening to you/giving you their full attention.

48. Your future wedding.

49. Your favorite candy bar.

50. New clothes.

51. Witty puns.

52. Really good bread.

53. Holding your child in your arms for the first time.

54. Completing a milestone (aka going to college, graduating college, getting married, getting your dream job.)

55. The kind of dreams where you wake up and can’t stop smiling.

56. The smell before and after it rains

57. The sound of rain against a rooftop.

58. The feeling you get when you’re dancing.

59. The person (or people) that mean the most to you. Stay alive for them.

60. Trying out new recipes.

61. The feeling you get when your favorite song comes on the radio.

62. The rush you get when you step onto a stage.

63. You have to share your voice and talents and knowledge with the world because they are so valuable.

64.Breakfast in bed.

65. Getting a middle seat in the movie theater.

66. Breakfast for dinner (because it’s so much better at night than in the morning).

67. Pray (if you are religious) 

68. Forgiveness.

69. Water balloon fights.

70. New books by your favorite authors.

71. Fireflies.

72. Birthdays.

73. Realizing that someone loves you.

74. Spending the day with someone like you.

75. Opportunity to create meaningful and lasting relationships.

76. Potential to learn, grow, and evolve as a person.

77. Joy and happiness in the little things.

78. The power to inspire others.

79. The ability to create art, music, and other forms of self-expression.

80. To explore different cultures, traditions, and ways of life.

81. To make a positive impact on the environment and help protect the planet.

82. Experience the joys of parenthood and raise a family.

83. Learn new things and develop new skills.

84. Create a legacy that will outlive you.

85. Being wrapped up in a warm bed.

86. Cuddles

87. Holding hands.

88. The kind of hugs when you can feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders. The kind of hug where your breath syncs with the other person’s, and you feel like the only two people in the world.

89. Singing off key with your best friends.

90. Road trips.

91. Spontaneous adventures.

92. The feeling of sand beneath your toes.

93. The feeling when the first ocean wave rolls up and envelops your toes and ankles and knees.

94. Thunderstorms.

95. Your first (or hundredth) trip to Disneyland.

96. The taste of your favorite food.

97. The child-like feeling you get on Christmas morning.

98. The day when everything finally goes your way.

99. Compliments and praise.

100. to look on this moment in 10 years time and realize you did it.

Ps : Never forget you are a beautiful person 💕 Life is so beautiful so live, live like no one else exist, live for yourself, don't care of bad people, you are strong

[ask-zooted-lizzy]

I might not know who you are or if we'll ever get to know each other, but please listen to me.

What ever happens, where ever we are, do not quit like this on everyone. We enjoy what you do, you make us smile and you might have helped people through some hard times without even knowing it. Take your time, but please don't give up, don't get rid of yourself, we are rooting for you.

And I am saying this now, what ever happens, please don't hesitate to reach out...at all.

Threre over a 100 reasons to stay alive:

1. to make your parents proud

2. to conquer your fears

3. to see your family again

4. to see your favourite artist live

5. to listen to music again

6. to experience a new culture

7. to make new friends

8. to inspire

9. to have your own children

10. to adopt your own pet

11. to make yourself proud

12. to meet your idols

13. to laugh until you cry

14. to feel tears of happiness

15. to eat your favorite food

16. to see your siblings grow

17. to pass school

18. to get tattoo

19. to smile until your cheeks hurt

20. to meet your internet friends

21. to find someone who loves you like you deserve

22. to eat ice cream on a hot day

23. to drink hot chocolate on a cold day

24. to see untouched snow in the morning

25. to see a sunset that sets the sky on fire

26. to see stars light up the sky

27. to read a book that changes your life

28. to see the flowers in the spring

29. to see the leaves change from green to brown

30. to travel abroad

31. to learn a new language

32. to learn to draw

33. to tell others your story in the hopes of helping them

34. Puppy kisses.

35. Baby kisses (the open mouthed kind when they smack their lips on your cheek).

36. Swear words and the release you feel when you say them.

37. Trampolines.

38. Ice cream.

39. Stargazing.

40. Cloud watching.

41. Taking a shower and then sleeping in clean sheets.

42. Receiving thoughtful gifts.

43. “I saw this and thought of you."

44. The feeling you get when someone you love says, “I love you."

45. The relief you feel after crying.

46. Sunshine.

47. The feeling you get when someone is listening to you/giving you their full attention.

48. Your future wedding.

49. Your favorite candy bar.

50. New clothes.

51. Witty puns.

52. Really good bread.

53. Holding your child in your arms for the first time.

54. Completing a milestone (aka going to college, graduating college, getting married, getting your dream job.)

55. The kind of dreams where you wake up and can’t stop smiling.

56. The smell before and after it rains

57. The sound of rain against a rooftop.

58. The feeling you get when you’re dancing.

59. The person (or people) that mean the most to you. Stay alive for them.

60. Trying out new recipes.

61. The feeling you get when your favorite song comes on the radio.

62. The rush you get when you step onto a stage.

63. You have to share your voice and talents and knowledge with the world because they are so valuable.

64.Breakfast in bed.

65. Getting a middle seat in the movie theater.

66. Breakfast for dinner (because it’s so much better at night than in the morning).

67. Pray (if you are religious)

68. Forgiveness.

69. Water balloon fights.

70. New books by your favorite authors.

71. Fireflies.

72. Birthdays.

73. Realizing that someone loves you.

74. Spending the day with someone you

75. Opportunity to create meaningful and lasting relationships.

76. Potential to learn, grow, and evolve as a person.

77. Joy and happiness in the little things.

78. The power to inspire others.

79. The ability to create art, music, and other forms of self-expression.

80. To explore different cultures, traditions, and ways of life.

81. To make a positive impact on the environment and help protect the planet.

82. Experience the joys of parenthood and raise a family.

83. Learn new things and develop new skills.

84. Create a legacy that will outlive you.

85. Being wrapped up in a warm bed.

86. Cuddles

87. Holding hands.

88. The kind of hugs when you can feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders. The kind of hug where your breath syncs with the other person’s, and you feel like the only two people in the world.

89. Singing off key with your best friends.

90. Road trips.

91. Spontaneous adventures.

92. The feeling of sand beneath your toes.

93. The feeling when the first ocean wave rolls up and envelops your toes and ankles and knees.

94. Thunderstorms.

95. Your first (or hundredth) trip to Disneyland.

96. The taste of your favorite food.

97. The child-like feeling you get on Christmas morning.

98. The day when everything finally goes your way.

99. Compliments and praise.

100. to look on this moment in 10 years time and realize you did it.

And there could be more...

Stay with us...ok?

I have the gun loaded, but I feel like I should just put it away. Thank you.

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

NEW BODY

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

NEW BODY

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Annie is feeling insecure about her looks so she decided to start a diet. (TRIGGER WARNING)

Warnings: if you feel uncomfortable with this kind of topics, please DO NOT read. Also I want you to know you are beautiful no matter how you look and if you want to lose weight please go with someone who actually knows what they’re doing and not with a crazy diet (or pills) you saw online.

A/N: English is not my first language and I was tired when I wrote this, so I’m sorry for any mistake this may have. Enjoy!

Word count: 1870

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

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Annie was in the walk-in closet looking at herself in the mirror, her favorite dress, the one Andy gave her for their first anniversary didn’t fit anymore; It’s been 5 months since Lily was born and now her arms looked fat, her tummy was bloated, not to mention it kinda looked like a deflated balloon, her nipples were raw from breastfeeding, she had stretched marks on her skin and her hips look wider, she sighed, turned around and thought she looked absolutely ridiculous.

She loved being a mom but she didn’t love the way she looked now. Andy was over the moon with Lily, her little princess as he called her. Lily was a carbon copy of him, she even had the same mole on the right cheek; the only thing Lily got from Annie was her eyes and hair.

Annie laid down on their bed scrolling on her cellphone on Instagram, when she saw a post of someone who lose 15 pounds based on an only veggie diet, and she decided it was worth the shot.

It was around 7 when all the family sat down to have dinner. Lily was sitting in her chair on top of the dining table so Annie could watch her. Annie placed Andy and Jake’s plate in front of them, pasta, a steak and a side salad; while she had chopped lettuce and a bunch of steamed vegetables.

“Honey…” Andy looked at her and then her plate, “ammm wanna tell me something?”

“Mmm, I went to Target and bought a new detergent.” she bit a piece of broccoli.

“No,” Andy was thinking what to say, “I mean, about your dinner.”

“Oh! I decided to start a diet.”

“Why?”  Jake said as he ate his pasta.

“Why not?” you raised your brow.

“Fine,” Andy really didn’t want to argue with her “If you want to be on a diet, I’ll support you.”

“Thanks, baby” she kissed him and proceeded to have dinner.

“I have to do diet too?” Jake asked.

“No, sweetie. You’re fine.” Annie said smiling at him.

“You’re fine too, honey.” Andy said with a serious tone and Annie didn’t respond.

It’s been a month since Annie started the diet and doing a bit of yoga in the mornings, but so far she’s only gotten to be in a bad mood, have a constant headache, and feel tired most of the time; which led on her not wanting to be intimate with Andy and pull away every time he tried to hug her or touch her near her waist. She went to the closet and tried on the dress again, she looked the same, in fact she thought she look fatter than last month.

“ARGH! Stupid dress!”

She struggled to take it off and since Lily was taking her nap, she went to have a shower.

Andy was coming back from picking Jake from his soccer practice. He was holding a big paper bag on his hand.

“We’re back!”

The house was silent which was odd since by this time Annie was in the kitchen making lunch. He left the bag on the counter.

“Honey?” Andy walked to the living room, then the office, “Honey, where are you?”

When he finally made it to the room, he found Annie in the walk-in closet, sitting on the floor in one of his shirts, her back against the wall.

“Oh my God, honey, are you ok?” Andy got closer to her and grabbed her hand, it was cold.

“Yeah,” she whispered, “I’m just dizzy.”

“Honey, you’re really pale.”

“I’m fine, I just…”

She was heavy breathing; the dizziness came and went and then everything went black. By the time she opened her eyes she was on the bed and Andy was by her side.

“Hi” Andy’s voice was distant somehow, she blinked a couple of times before she tried to sit down, “Easy there” Andy helped her and handed her a glass of water.

“What happened?” she drank a small sip of the water.

“You tell me.” Andy was not happy at all, she could tell by the furrow on his face.

“I… I just took a shower,” Andy kept looking at her encouraging to continue, “And, I don’t know, I was about to pick some shorts to wear, felt dizzy and sat down, Andy is not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?! You fucking passed out in my arms! You scare the shit out of me! And I’m sure it’s all because of that stupid diet of yours!”

“It’s not stupid.” She whispered.

“Whatever, I’m not in the mood of having a fight. I brought lunch, and you better come down and eat with us.”

10 minutes later Annie came down the stairs with Lily in her arms, Andy and Jake were already eating. He had bought burgers and fries for everybody. Annie put Lily on her chair and went to the fridge, grabbed an apple and came back and sat with them.

“Seriously?!” Andy said annoyed.

“You know I can’t eat that.”

“Fine, more for us.” Andy took a bite of his burger and enjoy his meal while Annie just stare at them.

“I don’t feel well, so I’m just gonna take my apple and go to our room.” She stood up, “Take care of Lily, would you?”

“Shit.” Andy said under his breath.

“Mum is sick, she don’t eat her burger.”

“She’s not sick, buddy.”

Andy was laying on their bed watching TV and chewing on her apple when Andy walked in and stood in front of the bed.

“We need to talk.”

“Ok.” She put her apple on her night stand, “What about?”

“Your stupid diet.”

“I told you it’s not stupid.”

“It is! You barely eat, and when you do, is all steamed vegetables or fruit. Look if you want to do this, I’ll take you to a doctor or something, but you are starving yourself, and I wanna fucking know why?” His voice louder than usual.

“I just…” her eyes fill with tears, “I wanna look pretty for you…” She lifted her gaze to see Andy’s confused expression.

“Honey,” he sat next to her, “You are beautiful.” He tried to caress her face but she pulled away.

“No, I’m not! I’m fat and my clothes don’t fit anymore, and I just wanted to be pretty for you.” By the time she finished tears were streaming down her face.

“Who told you you were fat? Is this why you don’t let me touch you?!” she nodded.

 “No one told me, I can tell, every day that I look myself in the mirror… I look bigger; and the dress you gave me for our anniversary doesn’t fit anymore… I wanted to look like the girl you fell in love with.”

“You still look like that girl, honey” he pulled her close making her sit on his lap “Those beautiful eyes, that cute smile, what’s not to love?”

She hugged him and hide her face on the crock of his neck for him not to see her cry.

“You don’t care I’m fat?” she sniffed and rubbed her eyes.

“Alright, show me where all the fat you’re talking ‘bout is”

Annie lifted her shirt a tad and show him her tummy. He put his large hand on it. “Looks good to me” he said smirking at her, and then proceed to tickle her.

“Stop!” she said while giggling.

“There it is, that laugh!” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Come,” Andy put her on her feet and took her hand. They walked to the closet and stood in front of the mirror, “Off with the clothes.”

“Andy, I don’t want to.”

“You can leave your underwear on, but the rest must be gone, come on. The faster you do it, the faster we finish this.”

Annie took out her t-shirt and shorts, leaving her in only her panties and bra. Andy stood behind her.

“So, where’s the problem?”

“Everywhere.” She took a deep breath, “My tummy looks like a deflated balloon, my arms are fat, and I ammm I don’t like the stretched marks.”

“That’s it?”

“No, I don’t like…”

“You know what I see?” Andy interrupted her and she shook her head, “I see a woman who gave birth to the most precious little girl. I see a good mom and an amazing wife.”

“I feel ugly!”

“You are not ugly!”

“I certainly don’t feel pretty.”

“I don’t understand why. You look perfect to me.” Annie turned and hugged Andy “Shhhh,” Andy hugged her tighter, “Baby girl, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” She sniffed, “If your body changed is because you gave birth. You look gorgeous! Bigger ass though, I like that very much I must say.” He heard a fainted giggled, “And if that dress is giving you a hard time, I will buy you another one, stupid dress, making my girl sad.”

Annie laughed this time.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.”

“Can I put my clothes back on?”

“Sure!”

Once she was dressed again Andy kissed her slowly, holding her waist and keeping her close to his body and then Annie’s stomach growled.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be, that actually reminded me of something” He gave her a peck on the nose, “Be right back.”

Annie walked back to bed and soon after Andy came back hiding something behind his back.

“Ok, I need you to close your eyes, and open your mouth.”

“I’m not falling for that… again.” She said and Andy laughed.

“It’s not my… it’s not, I promise.” She did as he said, and listen to the sound of a paper bag. “Now closed your mouth.” The flavor of a French fry filled her mouth and she moaned at the tasty flavor. The wrapped paper was still around the burger and the fry’s package was on Andy’s hand.

“You didn’t thought we actually ate your food, right?” She giggled, “I actually thought you were doing a great effort with your “diet” soo,” he unwrapped the burger, “Double bacon cheese burger and large fries for my lady.”

“You are the greatest husband ever.” She took the burger and give it a good bite, “My god! I’ve missed this!”

Andy sat next to Annie watched her enjoyed her meal.

“Honey,” Andy said while she put a fry on her mouth, “Please, no more crazy diets, ok?” She nodded as she chew her food. “I mean it!”

“Promise.” She gave him her pinky finger and hook his with hers. “I’ll find someone to help me be in shape again.”

“You can work out with me if you want.”

“Pass! You get up really early to work out and considering I have a baby to take care of I rather to work out later, but thank you.”

“That’s not the work out I’m talking about.” He said as he raised his brow.

“Oh!” Andy kissed the back of her ear, “Hehehe, stop, it tickles.”

“Just a bit, come on.”

“It’s the middle of the day, the kids are awake!”

 “Be right back, finish your food and get ready for the work out of your life.” Andy stood, “Kids! Time for a nap!”

[rowretro]

✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧

WARNINGS: violent description

✧taglist✧: @heeseung-min @jaeneohee @lovingvoidgoatee @neruishoon (anyone I may have missed)

✧CHAPTER 11✧

7 months into the pregnancy, y/n has been having crazy mood swings, ever since she started struggling with her 7 inch heels, and her clothes stopped fitting her because if how the baby bump has grown a lot, The man had a lot of emotions to deal with. But today was a day for no y/n tears. Her mother was throwing a baby shower.

"Ugh these maternity pants make me look pregnant... I don't wanna look pregnant, I can't believe I'm wearing black pants and your t-shirt at my baby shower" the girl pouted. "Darling you wear my clothes better than I do" Sunghoon said, patting her head "Plus your mom told me your 30 year old cousin is 8 months and 2 weeks pregnant, really far long-" Sunghoon added as y/n grinned "So I won't be the ugliest here?" she said as Sunghoon agreed with her, not wanting her to hurt him.

The girl smiled as she enterred the living room only to see her. Shin Ryujin. "I-I- Wha wha bu- I- ryuryu?" she stuttered as the girl smiled at her "Y/n... long time no see..." she trailed off as Heeseung walked in "Ah I see you met my girlfriend, meet Ryujin... we've been dating for a month now... yes I actually am in love" Hee said as y/n nervously giggled. "Iiii'm going to my room-" she said as she went to her old bedroom which was now empty with a plain bed in the corner.

Ryujin is a girl y/n had made out with during her wild, rebellious teenage stage. They were drunk and did so due to a crazy game of strip or dare. It was either they make out or y/n sit there topless. The girl took a deep breath as she went downstairs with a smile to greet the guests. pink balloons and pretty decorations, with a nice oink and white cake "Ah Y/nie~ I always thought you'd have gotten pregnant when you were 15 but damn you're smarter then I thought gurlie~" her cousin said with a fake smile.

"H-Hiii Mihiiii" y/n said, the woman was glowing, perfect hair, nice makeup, and a pretty dress. "Oh kay babies today you're going to some nice white whine tonight~" Y/n nervously chuckled to her womb as she walked to the kitchen, Sunghoon following behind. "Kay Kitten, maybe inviting our snooty cousin wasn't the best idea" Heeseung sighed "Yeah and the girl I made out with lee heeseung!" y/n added, freaking out.

"Y/n.... I thought you forgot that by now-" Ryujin suddenly said from behind. "Y/n it was a dare, don't worry im not going to hold it against you ok?" the girl reassured, patting y/ns back. "y/n?... " A familliar voice called out from behind "LEE JOOYEON?!!!" The girl yelled. "Yeah I came to pick up some old stuff I left here months ago... you're pregnant?! is it my baby?? no woner you were do moody when we we-" "It's my baby." Sughoon interrupted as the man just stood there stunned before gatherring his old CDs and clothes to leave.

"Oh Oh god y/n you poor thing... I really didn't mean for this to go wrong sweetheart" Her mother said "So how far long are you? 9 months? 10? omg have you been gaining weight? that explains the boy clothes~" her cousin said "Oh my god just shut up already" Heeseung yelled as the woman rolled her eyes leaving the room. "No mom, its ok, y-you did all this for us and the babies, it its honestly so sweet im just glad that you accepted us with open arms" the girl said as she hugged her mom, crying. "Im sorry for being a meanie mommyyyy" she sobbed.

✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧

[ek-ranjhaan]

100 reasons to stay alive:

1. to make your parents proud

2. to conquer your fears

3. to see your family again

4. to see your favourite artist live

5. to listen to music again

6. to experience your culture to the fullest

7. to make new friends

8. to inspire

9. to have your own children

10. to adopt your own pet

11. to make yourself proud

12. to visit the seashore and feel the waves kissing your feet

13. to laugh until you cry

14. to feel tears of happiness

15. to eat your favourite food

16. to see your siblings grow

17. to pass school

18. to read millions of deserving, unread books and novels waiting for you

19. to smile until your cheeks hurt

20. To be accepted and welcomed by your loved one(s) as you are.

21. to find someone who loves you like you deserve

22. to eat ice cream on a hot day

23. to drink hot chocolate on a cold day

24. to see untouched snow in the morning

25. to see a sunset that sets the sky on fire

26. to see stars light up the sky

27. to read a book that changes your life

28. to see the flowers in the spring

29. to see the leaves change from green to brown

30. to travel abroad

31. to learn new languages

32. to learn to draw

33. to tell others your story in the hopes of helping them

34. Puppy kisses.

35. Baby kisses (the open mouthed kind when they smack their lips on your cheek).

36. Swear words and the release you feel when you say them.

37. Trampolines.

38. To have the most peaceful comforting sleep at nights.

39. Stargazing.

40. Cloud watching.

41. Taking a shower and then sleeping in clean sheets.

42. Receiving thoughtful gifts.

43. “I saw this and thought of you."

44. The feeling you get when someone you love says, “I love you."

45. The relief you feel after crying.

46. Sunshine.

47. The feeling you get when someone is listening to you/giving you their full attention.

48. Your future wedding.

49. Your favorite candy bar.

50. To feel the chlorophyllic scent of trees in the deep elms

51. Witty puns.

52. Really good bread.

53. Holding your child in your arms for the first time.

54. Completing a milestone (aka going to college, graduating college, getting married, getting your dream job.)

55. The kind of dreams where you wake up and can’t stop smiling.

56. The smell before and after it rains

57. The sound of rain against a rooftop.

58. The feeling you get when you’re dancing.

59. The person (or people) that mean the most to you. Stay alive for them.

60. Trying out new recipes.

61. The feeling you get when your favorite song comes on the radio.

62. The rush you get when you step onto a stage.

63. You have to share your voice and talents and knowledge with the world because they are so valuable.

64. To dance in the rain in a romance with self or with your lover

65. To visit Nordic countries and take in their beauty with mesmerized tears in eyes

66. Breakfast for dinner (because it’s so much better at night than in the morning).

67. Pray

68. Forgiveness.

69. Water balloon fights.

70. To write more and more, better and better, and to publish your own book(s) someday.

71. Fireflies.

72. Birthdays.

73. Realizing that someone loves you.

74. Spending the day with someone you love

85. Being wrapped up in a warm bed.

86. Someone’s skin against yours.

87. Holding hands.

88. The kind of hugs when you can feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders. The kind of hug where your breath syncs with the other person’s, and you feel like the only two people in the world.

89. Singing off key with your best friends.

90. Road trips.

91. Spontaneous adventures.

92. The feeling of sand beneath your toes.

93. The feeling when the first ocean wave rolls up and envelops your toes and ankles and knees.

94. Thunderstorms.

95. Your first (or hundredth) trip to Disneyland.

96. The taste of your favorite food.

97. The child-like feeling you get on Christmas morning.

98. The day when everything finally goes your way.

99. Compliments and praise.

100. To feel the mountains beneath your feet, to see the most beautiful dawn and dusk in the moments of a new day.

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101. to look on this moment in the future, when life is happier and be grateful to yourself for not giving up, for staying alive, for choosing to live.

[k4zushi]

100 reasons to live.

to finish your goals

to conquer your fears

to see your family again

to see your Favorite artist live

to listen to music again

to experience a new culture

to make new friends

to inspire

to have your own children

to adopt your own pet

to make yourself proud

to meet your idols

to spend time with friends

to laugh until you cry

to feel tears of happiness

to eat your favorite food

to see your siblings grow

to pass school

to get tattoo

to smile until your cheeks hurt

to meet your internet friends

to find someone who loves you like you deserve

to eat ice cream on a hot day

to drink hot chocolate on a cold day

to see untouched snow in the morning

to see a sunset that sets the sky on fire

to see stars light up the sky

to read a book that changes your life

to see the flowers in the spring

to see the leaves change from green to brown

to travel abroad

to learn a new language

to learn to draw

to tell others your story in the hopes of helping them

Puppy kisses.

Baby kisses (the open mouthed kind when they smack their lips on your cheek).

Swear words and the release you feel when you say them.

Trampolines.

Ice cream.

Stargazing.

Cloud watching.

Taking a shower and then sleeping in clean sheets.

Receiving thoughtful gifts.

“I saw this and thought of you."

The feeling you get when someone you love says, “I love you."

The relief you feel after crying.

Sunshine.

The feeling you get when someone is listening to you/giving you their full attention.

Your future wedding.

Your favorite candy bar.

New clothes.

Witty puns.

Really good bread.

Holding your child in your arms for the first time.

Completing a milestone (aka going to college, graduating college, getting married, getting your dream job.)

The kind of dreams where you wake up and can’t stop smiling.

The smell before and after it rains

The sound of rain against a rooftop.

The feeling you get when you’re dancing.

The person (or people) that mean the most to you. Stay alive for them.

Trying out new recipes.

The feeling you get when your favorite song comes on the radio.

The rush you get when you step onto a stage.

You have to share your voice and talents and knowledge with the world because they are so valuable. 64.Breakfast in bed.

Getting a middle seat in the movie theater.

Breakfast for dinner (because it’s so much better at night than in the morning).

Pray (if you are religious)

Forgiveness.

Water balloon fights.

New books by your favorite authors.

Fireflies.

Birthdays.

Realizing that someone loves you.

Spending the day with someone like you.

Opportunity to create meaningful and lasting relationships.

Potential to learn, grow, and evolve as a person.

Joy and happiness in the little things.

The power to inspire others.

The ability to create art, music, and other forms of self-expression.

To explore different cultures, traditions, and ways of life.

Help protect the planet.

Experience the joys of parenthood and raise a family.

Learn new things and develop new skills.

Create a legacy that will outlive you.

Being wrapped up in a warm bed.

Cuddles

Holding hands.

The kind of hugs when you can feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders.

Singing off key with your best friends.

Road trips.

Spontaneous adventures.

The feeling of sand beneath your toes.

The feeling when the first ocean wave rolls up and envelops your toes and ankles and knees.

Thunderstorms.

Your first (or hundredth) trip to Disneyland.

The taste of your favorite food.

The child-like feeling you get on Christmas morning.

The day when everything finally goes your way.

Compliments and praise.

to look on this moment in 10 years time and realize you did it.

this was for everyone, i mean it, anyone who sees this, bc ily, i rlly do, and i hope you don’t even think about doing harsh things to yourself. take a break, drink some tea, have a hot bath, spend time with friends, just.. relax.

ilove this sm bc i just realized i haven’t been stargazing yet which rlly sucks bc it’s on my imaginary bucket list

[boomie-123]

100 reasons to live.

to make your parents proud

to conquer your fears

to see your family again

to see your Favorite artist live

to listen to music again

to experience a new culture

to make new friends

to inspire

to have your own children

to adopt your own pet

to make yourself proud

to meet your idols

to spend time with friends

to laugh until you cry

to feel tears of happiness

to eat your favorite food

to see your siblings grow

to pass school

to get tattoo

to smile until your cheeks hurt

to meet your internet friends

to find someone who loves you like you deserve

to eat ice cream on a hot day

to drink hot chocolate on a cold day

to see untouched snow in the morning

to see a sunset that sets the sky on fire

to see stars light up the sky

to read a book that changes your life

to see the flowers in the spring

to see the leaves change from green to brown

to travel abroad

to learn a new language

to learn to draw

to tell others your story in the hopes of helping them

Puppy kisses.

Baby kisses (the open mouthed kind when they smack their lips on your cheek).

Swear words and the release you feel when you say them.

Trampolines.

Ice cream.

Stargazing.

Cloud watching.

Taking a shower and then sleeping in clean sheets.

Receiving thoughtful gifts.

“I saw this and thought of you."

The feeling you get when someone you love says, “I love you."

The relief you feel after crying.

Sunshine.

The feeling you get when someone is listening to you/giving you their full attention.

Your future wedding.

Your favorite candy bar.

New clothes.

Witty puns.

Really good bread.

Holding your child in your arms for the first time.

Completing a milestone (aka going to college, graduating college, getting married, getting your dream job.)

The kind of dreams where you wake up and can’t stop smiling.

The smell before and after it rains

The sound of rain against a rooftop.

The feeling you get when you’re dancing.

The person (or people) that mean the most to you. Stay alive for them.

Trying out new recipes.

The feeling you get when your favorite song comes on the radio.

The rush you get when you step onto a stage.

You have to share your voice and talents and knowledge with the world because they are so valuable. 64.Breakfast in bed.

Getting a middle seat in the movie theater.

Breakfast for dinner (because it’s so much better at night than in the morning).

Pray (if you are religious)

Forgiveness.

Water balloon fights.

New books by your favorite authors.

Fireflies.

Birthdays.

Realizing that someone loves you.

Spending the day with someone like you.

Opportunity to create meaningful and lasting relationships.

Potential to learn, grow, and evolve as a person.

Joy and happiness in the little things.

The power to inspire others.

The ability to create art, music, and other forms of self-expression.

To explore different cultures, traditions, and ways of life.

Help protect the planet.

Experience the joys of parenthood and raise a family.

Learn new things and develop new skills.

Create a legacy that will outlive you.

Being wrapped up in a warm bed.

Cuddles

Holding hands.

The kind of hugs when you can feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders.

Singing off key with your best friends.

Road trips.

Spontaneous adventures.

The feeling of sand beneath your toes.

The feeling when the first ocean wave rolls up and envelops your toes and ankles and knees.

Thunderstorms.

Your first (or hundredth) trip to Disneyland.

The taste of your favorite food.

The child-like feeling you get on Christmas morning.

The day when everything finally goes your way.

Compliments and praise.

to look on this moment in 10 years time and realize you did it.

[madiomens]

Just Pretend [n.s.]

Chapter Eighteen

"Wait," Folio said, his laughter mixing with the other guys. "You're telling me Maddie socked a guy in the face and we missed it?!"

I laughed as Noah held ice to my knuckles and laughed as well. "It was fun."

"The best part was her 'I think you mean whore!' at the end." Noah said through his laughter, picking up the icepack to check the swelling in my hand.

I hissed through my teeth as my hand instantly started throbbing again. "I definitely cracked something, and it wasn't just his nose." I said as I looked closer at my hand.

The group burst into more laughter at my comment, causing me to laugh again.

"God, where have you been all of our lives, Maddie?" Nicholas questioned.

I chuckled and met eyes with Noah, a warm grin on his face. "Just waiting, I guess."

Noah helped me ACE wrap my hand after I took a shower. He insisted he had to shower with me to "make sure my hand was alright", but really he just wanted to wash my tits. I snuggled up to his side in bed, resting my head in the crook of his neck and my sore hand on his chest. He wrapped an arm tightly around my back and his other hand rested gently on my injured hand. He turned his face to kiss my forehead, lips lingering for awhile and warming up my face. I leaned up to place my lips onto his and sighed happily at the feeling. I pulled back as a soft smile slid onto my face, a matching one on his. 

"Goodnight." I said quietly, nuzzling my face back into his neck and placing a soft kiss there.

He kissed my forehead again. "Goodnight, baby."

I stirred around 9:30 AM and slid out of Noah's grasp to go to the bathroom. He sighed in his sleep and rolled over, shoving his face into the pillow. I paused to make sure he was still asleep before making my way to the bathroom and do my morning business. I quietly left the room so I could go make some breakfast for the guys, which proved difficult with me not being able to hardly move my hand. My face scrunched up when I wiggled my fingers, already knowing the second I unwrap it that it'll blow up like a balloon.  

I started making bacon and cheese omelettes along with hashbrowns for the guys, brewing some coffee on the counter behind me. Noah's arms snaking around my midsection caused me to jump and turn around in his arms, his sleepy grin coming into view. I smiled and set the spatula down behind me, bringing my hand up to push the hood off his head. I ran my fingers through his messy hair before pulling him down to place my lips on his. He hummed against my lips before pulling away to look down at me, sleepy grin sliding back onto his face.

"Good morning, sleepy head." I said, hooking my arms through his hoodie pocket.

He closed his eyes and hummed, bending down to bury his face in the crook of my neck. "Good morning." He mumbled.

I grinned and kissed his head. "You're going to make me burn y'all's breakfast." I mumbled against his hair.

He groaned against my neck, causing me to chuckle. I took my arms out of his hoodie pocket and turned to flip the omelette. He tightened up his arms around my midsection, sliding a hand under my hoodie and resting on my stomach. I sucked in and grabbed his hand to pull out of my hoodie, insecurity taking over at the feeling of his hand against the extra weight I carried there.

"Mm mm." He protested, sliding his hand back under my hoodie to my stomach. "Beautiful." He mumbled, placing a kiss on my neck. "Just perfect."

Heat rose to my cheeks in a blush I rarely experienced and I chewed on the inside of my lip, putting the omelette on a plate. I turned around in Noah's arms to look into his eyes.

"You don't have to lie to me to make me feel better." I mumbled, rolling the drawstring of his hoodie between my fingers to avoid eye contact.

He brought his hands up to cup my cheeks and force me to look at him. "I would never lie to you."

I searched his eyes with mine before I lifted my head to kiss him, my lips lingering on his for a few moments before the sound of footsteps in the hall caused me to pull away. I looked around Noah to see Folio walking into the kitchen rubbing his eyes, a yawn escaping him.

"Good morning. I made breakfast." I said, putting hash browns on a plate with an omelette and handing it to him.

His eyes lit up as he took the plate from me. "Thank you, Maddie." He said, placing a chaste kiss on my cheek and making his way to the barstools across from us.

Noah chuckled and took a plate as I did the same. We sat down just as the other guys emerged, their eyes lighting up like Folio's when they saw the food.

"Once again," Nicholas said as he took a seat opposite me. "where have you been all of our lives?"

I laughed as I took a bite and shook my head at him. "Happy to cook for you anytime."

We finished our food and cleaned up the dishes along with the kitchen before beginning to get our stuff packed for the show later. I kept having to swat Noah's hand away from my ass before I grabbed him by his hoodie and pushed him onto the bed and causing him to laugh.

"Bad." I said, pointing my finger at him with laughter.

His laughter shook his body before it died down. "Be bad with me."

I chewed on my lip to hide the grin that threatened to burst onto my face. "We have to be at the venue in thirty minutes."

"I promise you I can make that work." He said, leaning up on his elbows.

I chewed on my lip for awhile longer before shrugging and slipping my pants off along with my panties. A smirk slid onto his face before he pushed off the bed, spinning us around so I was laying on my back and he was standing over me.  His eyes darkened as he slouched down onto his knees, causing me to prop myself up on my elbows so I could look down at him.

"I said thirty minutes." I said, sighing as he brought a finger up to slide down my slit.

He hummed, placing a kiss on my inner thigh. "And I said I can make that work."

The second the last word was out of his mouth he latched himself onto my clit, sliding a finger inside of me and instantly curling it. A moan left mouth as my hips bucked up into him. He sucked on my clit, head shaking back and forth as his finger worked me. My climax quickly started building as I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, burying his face deeper into my heat. I tangled my fingers through his hair as I tried to swallow the moans that got louder with each breath.

"Fuck, Noah, don't stop." I moaned out, hand gripping harshly on his hair.

He growled into my clit, the vibrations making my eyes roll back as my orgasm threatened to overflow. He inserted another finger and curled it with the other one, mouth sucking harder on my clit. My chest heaved as I moaned out a 'FUCK' before my orgasm exploded. My body shook and jerked as he worked me through my high, moans escaping my lips over and over. He pulled his fingers out of me and removed his mouth once my body calmed down, causing me to sigh at the emptiness.

He chuckled as he made his way up my body, placing kisses over my hoodie. I opened my eyes to see him sticking his fingers in his mouth to clean them off, sending a shockwave through my body. I grinned and looked over at the clock on the bedside table, seeing we took up seven minutes.

"We have fifteen minutes if we want to get there on time." I said breathlessly.

He smirked and placed a kiss on my lips before slipping out of his pants, his erection springing free. "Trust me, I don't need long."

I chuckled and pulled my hoodie over my head as he did the same, his hands instantly landing on my bare breasts. He leaned down to suck on each nipple, rolling the opposite one between his fingers. He pulled me to the edge of the bed so that my ass was almost hanging off and hooked his arms under my legs, placing them up the length of his body so I was in a sort of sitting position while on my back. He slid his length up and down my slit, causing my body to jerk from my sensitive clit. He chuckled breathily before sliding inside of me. We inhaled deeply, light moans tangling together around us. He stood up straight, the height of the bed making it so that he was perfectly lined up at my entrance before he started thrusting in and out of me.

I shoved my hand over my mouth, loud moans vibrating against my skin. The feeling of him starting off fast lit my body up in a fire I hadn't felt before. I used my free hand to dig into his arm, his own hands squeezing my thighs hard enough to leave bruises. His thrusts were harsh and fast, the angle perfectly hitting my g spot. A moan escaped him and he leaned down to bite my calf to muffle it, teeth digging into my skin and giving me more pleasure from the pain.

My breath hitched in my throat as the knot in my stomach grew, my second orgasm threatening to overflow.  "Noah, I'm gonna cum again." I moaned out against my hand.

"Cum for me, baby." He growled out, placing a kiss on the inside of my ankle.

My brows pinched together as my moans raised in pitch, slapping both of my hands over my mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I moaned against my hands.

My second orgasm exploded, stars clouding my vision as I whined out obscenities and sounds that had never escaped me before.

"That's my good girl." He breathed against the skin of my ankle. "You ok?"

I nodded. "Yes, keep going." I said, eyes closed and hands gripping his arms.

He chuckled darkly and sped his thrusts back up, quickly becoming sloppy with his impending orgasm. "Fuck, you feel so good. I'm not gonna last much longer." He breathed out.

"It's your turn to cum for me now, baby." I said, squeezing his arms so my nails dug into the skin there.

His groans and moans got louder as his thrusts got even sloppier. He thrusted a couple more harsh thrusts before pulling out and spreading my legs so he could cum on my stomach.

"Fuck, Maddie." He whimpered, eyes rolled back into his head and brows pinched together.

I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer, causing him to bend over my body and rest on his elbows on top of me. He dropped his forehead to mine to let our heavy breathing mingle together. He placed a kiss on my forehead before placing his lips on mine, breathing slowing down. I grabbed his face to pull away, a smile sliding onto my face as my eyes searched his face. I looked over at the clock to see we made it with two minutes to spare and looked back at Noah, raising a hand for a high five.

"Two minutes to spare. Good job." I said.

He chuckled and gave me a high five before resting his head on my chest, arms wrapping around my back. He laid like that for a few moments before picking me up, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist. 

"I will never get used to someone picking me up. I definitely weigh too much." I said with a chuckle, burying my face in his neck as he walked us to the bathroom.

He slapped my ass, causing a squeal to escape me. "You definitely don't weigh too much."

We were only a couple minutes late to the venue but had to deal with the guys never ending mockery the entire way there. By the time we made it inside, my stomach was hurting from the laughter they caused the entire seven minute drive. I flexed and relaxed my fingers to try and relieve the soreness in my knuckles from hitting the guy in the face, deciding to leave my ACE wrap off for the show.

The guys got through VIP, the guys getting asked hilarious questions the entire time. Noah was particularly goofy the entirety of it. His replies and comments were more witty than usual and he kept giggling over everything. I made a mental note to tease him about it later, knowing it was his pregame orgasm that got him feeling extra loose. I decided to go with a more casual look tonight- a simple black cropped sweater, ripped black jeans, and boots. I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail and did a winged liner and dark lip.

The opening acts performed beautifully and before I knew it, I was making my way to the box I sit on as the lights went out for the guys to take the stage. They made it through their set and it was time for Dethrone. I went backstage quickly to make sure they were all alright, getting covered in their sweat in the process, before making my way back to my box. If there's a possibility for injury it's during this song.

"I need a fucking huge mosh pit to open up right out there. I haven't seen a good one all night, and this is your last chance." Noah said into the microphone as the lights came back up to focus on him.

"As a matter of fact," He started before jumping off the stage and hurdling the barricade so that he was in the crowd. "Why don't I show you how it's done?"

My heart skipped as I pushed myself up to a standing position on the box I was on, eyes not leaving his figure as he made his way through the crowd doing the Concrete Jungle chant. The pit opened up so that he was in the center of it, running around the parameter so that it was the size he wanted.

"This is Dethrone you fucks!" He yelled into the mic, putting his arms into the air before going into his guttural scream.

The pit closed around him, his scream still echoing around the venue. He went to start the first verse when a fist came flying out of nowhere, connecting with his face and sending him to the ground.

My heart fell to the pit of my stomach as the band stopped playing. "NOAH!" I screamed. I hopped off the box I was on and stood on the bottom rail of the barricade, Noah nowhere to be found. "Help me over, help me over!" I yelled at the security guard beside me.

As the guard picked me up, Noah's voice came over the microphone resuming the song and the guys started playing again. The guard paused with me in his arms as my eyes searched for the tall brunette man. My eyes finally landed on him as the crowd spread apart to let him through. His eyes landed on me as he sang, giving me a nod as if to reassure me he was alright. He had blood running down the side of his face and he wiped it away with his hand wrap, sending me another reassuring look and not faltering his singing one time. The security guard put me down and I placed my hand on my chest as I watched Noah hop back over the barricade and up on stage. My heart pounded underneath my palm and my breathing continued to speed up, an impending panic attack threatening to bubble up. I did a scan of everyone at the barricade to make sure they were alright before rushing backstage before my panic got the best of me.

Once the door was closed to the backstage area, I let out the breath I was holding and began pacing back and forth to try and calm down. My chest heaved with panic, unable to take a deep breath. I bent over and rested my hands on my knees to stabilize myself, stars clouding my vision through my hyperventilation. 

"Maddie?" I heard Bryan's voice from behind me as he walked into the backstage area.

I spun around to face him, heart still beating a mile a minute. "Bryan, sorry." I breathed out.

"Hey, it's ok, try to take some deep breaths. Noah's ok." He said, setting his camera on the couch beside us so he could squeeze my shoulder.

I stood up straight with my hands on my hips as I tried to force a deep breath of air into my lungs. "I know. I don't know what's wrong with me." I breathed out, turning to continue my pacing and staring at the ceiling. "I don't get stressed over these situations. I've worked countless concerts before."

"But it's Noah." Bryan said from behind me.

"But it's Noah!" I yelled, turning around to face him. He stared at me with a knowing look on his face. A sob bubbled up in my throat. "It's Noah." I said through my shaky voice.

My eyes welled up with tears as I turned to rest my back against the wall, sliding down it so I was sitting on the floor. I brought my knees up to my chest and hid my face in my hands as sobs wracked my body. Bryan squatted in front of me and placed his hand on my shoulder, providing a comforting presence as my panic attack turned into a crying fit.

"It's fucking Noah." I said through my sobs, shaking my head against my hands.

Bryan removed his hand and within a split second Noah's smell wrapped around me like a warm blanket. He placed his hands on my face to force me to lift it and set my eyes on him.

I gasped and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, throwing myself onto his lap. He turned us around so that it was his back against the wall and pulled me further onto his lap, cradling me against his chest as I sobbed into his neck.

"I was so fucking worried. You disappeared and I thought you were seriously hurt." I cried, my eyeliner tears sliding down his neck.

"Shhh, it's ok. I'm ok, baby." He whispered soothingly, rocking us back and forth and rubbing my back.

I hiccuped as I tried to catch my breath, my entire body shaking. "But you're not." I said, picking my head up to grab his face in my hands. I turned his head to the side and gasped when I saw the gash on the side of his forehead, fresh blood still lightly flowing out of it. I turned and my eyes met Folio's concerned ones from his place on the couch beside us. "Can you grab my medical bag?" I said through tears, pointing at the black duffel on the other side of the couch. He nodded and quickly grabbed it, handing it to me so I could set it beside us.

"Maddie, I'm ok. Just let me hold you." Noah said gently, pushing the hair off my face that was stuck to it from my tears.

I shook my head, digging through the bag and trying to blink back tears so that I could see. I pulled out medical glue and steri strips along with saline solution, a disinfectant, and some gauze to clean it with. "I have to clean it." I whispered, voice still shaky.

I poured some saline solution on the gauze and started cleaning his cut gently. He wiped away tears that kept falling, eyes roaming over my face in concern. I tossed the bloody gauze back into the package and pulled out the glue, opening the top and placing it on the ground beside us.

"This might sting some." I said, voice hoarse. He nodded and I began applying the glue, using my fingers to squeeze the skin together. 

"Shit, Noah, are you alright? That punch looked gnarly." Nicholas' voice came from behind me.

I saw Folio shush him from my peripheral vision, shaking his head and nodding towards me. I sniffed and held the skin together for a bit until it dried, grabbing the cap to put it back on the container and putting it in my bag. I placed two steri strips on it to ensure it stayed closed and turned his face to the side to inspect it. I nodded once I ensured it was closed to my liking and stood up off his lap, legs weak from the anxiety. He stood up with me, stabilizing me with his arm around my shoulder. He nodded at the guys as if letting them know he was alright and brought me into the bathroom with him, hiccups still escaping me as I avoided their eye contact. 

He washed himself in the shower and I stood in front of him, chills covering my arms but not wanting to leave as if he would drop the second I took my eyes off of him. He spun us around so I was under the warmth of the water, a chill going through my body from the sudden temperature change. He soaped up another washcloth and quickly washed my body for me, leaving my hair for me to wash later. We got out of the shower and dried off, putting hoodies and pants on before leaving the bathroom to make our way outside and back to the Airbnb. Noah stopped at the barricade to greet some fans for a few minutes before climbing in the car beside me, wrapping his arm across my shoulders so I could settle into his side.

Once we were back at the Airbnb Noah grabbed a couple slices of pizza for us from the delivery we had and led me to our room, softly shutting the door behind him. I sniffed and climbed into bed with my piece of pizza, scarfing it down quickly. He finished his and nodded his head towards his direction, motioning for me to climb into his arms. I nuzzled my face into his neck, wrapping my arm around his torso and sighing contentedly as his warmth wrapped around me. 

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, voice still hoarse from crying.

He lifted my face to meet his, eyes searching mine. "Remember what I said. You never have to apologize to me." He said, leaning down to kiss me. "Thank you for taking care of me." He mumbled against my lips.

I chewed on my lip. "I was so worried."

He nodded. "I know, baby." He said, thumb caressing my cheek.

"I have never felt that level of worry before." I mumbled, bringing a hand up to squeeze his chin. 

He placed a kiss on my forehead. "I never want to put you through that. It was an honest accident."

I nodded. "I know, but I think it's to the point I will always worry about you."

He pulled back to look down at me. "I will always worry about you, too. You are the most important person in my life now."

My heart did the annoying flip in my chest it has a habit of doing around Noah and I leaned up to kiss him, holding my lips against his for a few moments. "You're the most important person in my life, too."

[atlasprefects]

100 reasons to stay alive: 

1. to make your parents proud

2. to conquer your fears

3. to see your family again

4. to see your Favorite artist live

5. to listen to music again

6. to experience a new culture

7. to make new friends

8. to inspire

9. to have your own children 

10. to adopt your own pet

11. to make yourself proud

12. to meet your idols

13. to laugh until you cry

14. to feel tears of happiness

15. to eat your favorite food

16. to see your siblings grow

17. to pass school

18. to get tattoo

19. to smile until your cheeks hurt

20. to meet your internet friends

21. to find someone who loves you like you deserve

22. to eat ice cream on a hot day

23. to drink hot chocolate on a cold day

24. to see untouched snow in the morning

25. to see a sunset that sets the sky on fire

26. to see stars light up the sky

27. to read a book that changes your life

28. to see the flowers in the spring

29. to see the leaves change from green to brown

30. to travel abroad

31. to learn a new language

32. to learn to draw

33. to tell others your story in the hopes of helping them

34. Puppy kisses.

35. Baby kisses (the open mouthed kind when they smack their lips on your cheek).

36. Swear words and the release you feel when you say them.

37. Trampolines.

38. Ice cream.

39. Stargazing.

40. Cloud watching.

41. Taking a shower and then sleeping in clean sheets.

42. Receiving thoughtful gifts.

43. To hear “I saw this and thought of you."

44. The feeling you get when someone you love says, “I love you."

45. The relief you feel after crying.

46. Sunshine.

47. The feeling you get when someone is listening to you/giving you their full attention.

48. Your future wedding.

49. Your favorite candy bar.

50. New clothes.

51. Witty puns.

52. Really good bread.

53. Holding your child in your arms for the first time.

54. Completing a milestone (aka going to college, graduating college, getting married, getting your dream job.)

55. The kind of dreams where you wake up and can’t stop smiling.

56. The smell before and after it rains

57. The sound of rain against a rooftop.

58. The feeling you get when you’re dancing.

59. The person (or people) that mean the most to you. Stay alive for them.

60. Trying out new recipes.

61. The feeling you get when your favorite song comes on the radio.

62. The rush you get when you step onto a stage.

63. You have to share your voice and talents and knowledge with the world because they are so valuable.

64.Breakfast in bed.

65. Getting a middle seat in the movie theater.

66. Breakfast for dinner (because it’s so much better at night than in the morning).

67. Pray (if you are religious) 

68. Forgiveness.

69. Water balloon fights.

70. New books by your favorite authors.

71. Fireflies.

72. Birthdays.

73. Realizing that someone loves you.

74. Spending the day with someone like you.

75. Opportunity to create meaningful and lasting relationships.

76. Potential to learn, grow, and evolve as a person.

77. Joy and happiness in the little things.

78. The power to inspire others.

79. The ability to create art, music, and other forms of self-expression.

80. To explore different cultures, traditions, and ways of life.

81. To make a positive impact on the environment and help protect the planet.

82. Experience the joys of parenthood and raise a family.

83. Learn new things and develop new skills.

84. Create a legacy that will outlive you.

85. Being wrapped up in a warm bed.

86. Cuddles

87. Holding hands.

88. The kind of hugs when you can feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders. The kind of hug where your breath syncs with the other person’s, and you feel like the only two people in the world.

89. Singing off key with your best friends.

90. Road trips.

91. Spontaneous adventures.

92. The feeling of sand beneath your toes.

93. The feeling when the first ocean wave rolls up and envelops your toes and ankles and knees.

94. Thunderstorms.

95. Your first (or hundredth) trip to Disneyland.

96. The taste of your favorite food.

97. The child-like feeling you get on Christmas morning.

98. The day when everything finally goes your way.

99. Compliments and praise.

100. to look on this moment in 10 years time and realize you did it.

Ps : Never forget you are a beautiful person 💕 Life is so beautiful so live, live like no one else exist, live for yourself, don't care of bad people, you are strong

..tq,I really need this

❤️

[astroandry]

To anyone who needs it, 100 Reasons to Stay Alive:

1. to make your parents proud

2. to conquer your fears

3. to see your family again

4. to listen to your favourite artist live

5. to listen to music again

6. to experience a new culture

7. to make new friends

8. to inspire

9. to have your own children

10. to adopt your own pet

11. to make yourself proud

12. to meet your idols

13. to laugh until you cry

14. to feel tears of happiness

15. to eat your favourite food

16. to see your siblings grow

17. to pass school

18. to get a tattoo

19. to smile until your cheeks hurt

20. to meet your internet friends

21. to find someone who loves you like you deserve

22. to eat icecream on a hot day

23. to drink hot chocolate on a cold day

24. to see untouched snow in the morning

25. to see a sunset that sets the sky on fire

26. to see the stars light up the sky

27. to read a book that chnages your life

28. to see flowers in the spring

29. to see the leaves change from green to brown

30. to travel abroad

31. to learn a new language

32. to learn to draw

33. to tell others your story in the hopes of helping them

34. puppy kisses

35. Baby kisses (the open mouthed kind when they smack their lips on your cheek)

36. Swear words and the release you feel when you say them

37. Trampolines

38. Ice cream

39. Stargazing

40. Cloud watching

41. Taking a shower then sleeping in clean sheets

42. Receiving thoughtful gifts

43. "I saw this and I though of you"

44. The feeling you get when someone says, "I love you."

45. The relief you feel after crying

46. Sunshine

47. The feeling you get when someone is listening to you/giving you their full attention

48. Your future wedding

49. Your favourite candy bar

50. New clothes

51. Witty puns

52. Really good bread

53. Holding your child in your arms for the first time

54. Completing a milestone

55. The kind of dreams where you wake up and can't stop smiling

56. The smell before and after it rains

57. The sound of rain against a rooftop

58. The feeling you get when you're dancing

59. The person (or people) that mean the most to you. Stay alive for them.

60. Trying out new recipes

61.  The feeling you get when your favourite song comes on the radio

62. The rush you get when you step onto a stage

63. You have to share your voice and talents and knowledge with the world because they are so valuable

64. Breakfast in bed

65. Getting a middle seat in a movie theatre

66. Breakfast for dinner

67. Pray

68. Forgiveness

69. Water balloon fights

70. New books from your favourite authors

71. Fireflies

72. Birthdays

73. Realising that someone loves you

74. Spending the day with someone you love

75. Opportunity to create meaningful and lasting relationships

76. Potential to learn, grow, and evolve as a person

77. Joy and Happiness in the little things

78. The power to inspire others

79. The ability to create art, music, and other forms of self-expression

80. To explore different cultures, traditions, and ways of life

81. To make a positive impact on the environment and help the planet

82. Experience the joys of parenthood and raise a family

83. Learn new things and develop new skills

84. Create a legacy that will outlive you

85. Being wrapped up in a warm bed

86. Someone's skin against yours

87. Holding hands

88. The kind of hugs where you can feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders. The kind of hug where your breath syncs with the other person's, and you feel like the only two people in the world

89. Singing offkey with your best friends

90. Road trips

91. Spontaneous adventures

92. The feeling of sand beneath your toes

93. The feeling when the first ocean wave rolls up and envelops your toes and ankles and knees

94. Thunderstorms

95. Your first (or hundredth) trip to Disneyland

96. The taste of your favourite food

97. The child-like feeling you get on christmas morning

98. The day when everything finally goes away

99. Compliments and praises

100. To look on this moment 10 years time and realise you did it.

Credit to @mathew0 on youtube under the video "oneheart X reidenshi- Snowfall (slowed) (1 hour loop)" or https://youtu.be/_r0vlyp33pw