#fr just went out of home in the early morning and came back just to sleep what is this actually

[koishua]

i blinked and it's friday now

[heyimkana]

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Pairing: Yuuta Okkotsu x Female Reader

Word Count: 5K (I feel like I should apologize but if you’ve seen my other works, this is considered super short I’m being fr rn)

Summary: Yuuta is your new neighbor, and everyone loves him because of his sweet and kind personality. He has a crush on you, but you’re a married woman, so you can’t reciprocate his feelings the same way. But when your husband starts cheating on you, you can’t help but turn to him for comfort.

Content Warnings: alcohol, swearing, adultery/cheating, age gap (Yuuta is in his early twenties, reader is almost in her thirties), unprotected sex, also Yuuta going down the yandere route at the end I'm not playing so if it's not your cup of tea don't read

A/N: wrote this in one sitting after aleks @yuutito said something about yuuta and older woman that rewired my brain (how dare she went to sleep after casually telling me this like I wasn't going to just just sit there thinking about *redacted*-ing this ver of him in 124352 different positions). i was supposed to be watching my kids playing in my backyard but i wrote this instead. pls don't call child support. this is also supposed to be a drabble 🤡 🔫 i was going to send it to her on discord but a few people were asking if i was dead (girl, only on the inside lol) cause i haven't posted in a while so hi everyone guess who came back from the war (i'll go through my inbox asap i promise ily)

P.S: don't use your brain when you read this cause i certainly didn't use mine when i wrote this only my dick

Yuuta Okkotsu is your new neighbor. 

He lives across the street, and you’re not close to him, not yet. He’s younger than you, much younger than you—a fresh graduate from a reputable university who’s lucky enough to be able to work from home. He doesn’t go out much, but he’s friendly, always leaving good impressions around the neighborhood. Everyone knows Yuuta. Everyone loves Yuuta. 

The first time you asked about him, purely out of curiosity, was when you greeted your neighbor next door, an older woman living alone ever since her late husband passed. She just got home from, what you assumed, another trip to the clinic. You saw him stepping down from her porch after making sure she was okay and bidding her with a polite bow. You traded smiles with him, but he didn’t stop for a conversation. You just saw his face turn scarlet at the sight of you, and he dropped a quick “Hello” before he bolted.

“Who was that?” you asked.

“Oh, he’s our sweet neighbor Yuuta.”

“Sweet neighbor Yuuta,” you laughed a little. “He just moved here like three days ago, and everyone calls him that.”

“Because it’s true!”

“Uh-huh, and what did he do that was so sweet to you?”

“He’s helped me with my chores—washing the dishes, bathing my cat, mowing my backyard. He saw me having trouble crossing the street yesterday, so he offered to take me to the clinic today. Such a sweet boy, that man. Very handsome, too.”

That last part you could agree with. Instantly. 

You see Yuuta occasionally, always by coincidence, like maybe in the morning when you leave the house to put out your trash or grab a newspaper. He always seems like he’s eager to strike up a conversation but gives up before he can, simply because his heart can’t take it. You know he has a crush on you; it’s clear as day. He’s young, and he’s in love. It’s cute. But you’re married and committed, so that’s that. 

You meet him more frequently when he starts going to the same local supermarket. You bumped into him in one of the aisles, with him approaching you first because he saw you struggling to get that ketchup bottle on the top shelf. He’s so polite, and he’s, indeed, very sweet, especially to the elderly, always taking his time to humor them when nobody else seems to pay them any attention. He grabbed the bottle for you, and you ended up chatting with him while waiting in line. He offered to help carry your groceries, and you were thankful because you weren’t sure you could bring everything alone. He walked you to your car, bade you good night, and told you to take care. 

He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta. 

Things haven’t been going well with your husband. It’s fight after fight after fight.  At first, your relationship became so strained because you couldn’t conceive even after two years of marriage. The truth is, you don’t want to have a baby, not too soon, not when you still want to focus on living your life, but he wants it terribly, and if you want your marriage to work out, there’s no other choice but to try. You’re somehow glad that the universe seemed to work in your favor, at least for now.

You’re unsure if it’s your fault or his—you don’t have the money or time to get yourself tested. Nevertheless, he kept trying, turning your sex life into a string of dull experiments, one after another. It didn’t come as a surprise that after a while, he gave up. What did come as a surprise was when he started cheating. 

You have reasons to back your assumptions from all the evidence you’ve found along the way. The lipstick stain on his shirt, the hint of female perfume in his car, the way he never left his phone out of reach, terrified of you looking into it. It’s enough. 

It’s Friday night. Your husband won’t be home until late. Still got a bunch of stuff to do at work, he said, which is another way of saying, I got my secretary sucking my dick since you barely even bother anymore. Which is true.

You’re tired of him. You’re tired of having sex with him where he only cares about him cumming inside you and nothing more. You’re so tired of fighting. And now that he's cheating on you, you grow too tired to care. About him. About your marriage. About everything.

So, you head down to a bar one night just to distract yourself. And there he is again. Yuuta. Sitting by himself, watching a football game on the big screen with a beer bottle in hand. He looks rather… lonely, a new face that makes your heart twitch a bit. His solemn look makes him more gorgeous in a way, more mature, more mysterious, and girls love that, don’t they? A slightly dangerous aura to a very sweet face, unapproachable yet inviting.

But that doesn’t last too long because the moment he sees you, his face brightens entirely. He smiles, standing up from his seat to greet you, and you meet him halfway. You end up chatting all night. He’s a fantastic listener, and he’s so kind and thoughtful with each word, comforting you the way you need the most. It’s embarrassing that you nag about your husband like this, but he seems genuinely interested in helping you convey your emotions, and you just can’t stop. It feels so liberating.

Yuuta buys you your favorite drink but also reminds you not to get too much alcohol in your system. You begin to trust him, knowing for certain he won’t take any advantage of you. He walks you home right after. It’s true that he lives right across your house, but he makes sure you get inside safely. He leaves only after he sees you close and lock the door behind you. You spy on him from the window, wanting to see what he does after you’re gone. You see him rubbing a hand over his face, flushed from ears to neck, looking extremely happy that he got to spend time with you. 

He’s so cute, you think to yourself. Like a high school lovesick boy, kind of cute.

Yuuta then notices your husband’s missing car, meaning that you’re alone in the house. He looks sad on your behalf, which is so kind of him to think about your feelings that much. Then he turns upset, as if he was thinking, how dare he stay out so late, leaving her without protection like this. Looking visibly worried, he then texts you, “Let me know if you need anything, okay? My door is open for you anytime.” You smile and promptly reply to him with, “That’s so kind of you, thank you.” 

He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

These friendly sorts of private meetings between you and him go on for a while. Your husband often arrives late, usually drunk out of his mind or too tired to stay for a chat, and he heads straight to bed without even giving you a goodnight kiss. It hurts, but it’s fine. The more your husband breaks your heart, the harder Yuuta will try to mend it and make it whole again. And he did. Every night, when you’re lucky enough to see him, you’ll feel like a heavy weight is lifted from your chest. You feel… happy, even in this terrible situation, and it’s all because of him. 

You usually hang out with him at the bar, but sometimes you don’t feel like going for a ten-minute drive, and you choose to just cross the road and knock your fist against his door. No matter what hour you visit, day or night, for a morning latte or evening tea, he always greets you with the prettiest smile.

He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

Weeks passed by, and now you spend most of your free time chatting with him, sitting on the couch in his living room, and talking about yourself more than you ever did with your husband. He likes listening to you talk about yourself, and he tells you that you shine so brightly when you talk about the things you’re passionate about. He always stammers out his praises, looking like he’s seconds away from combusting into flames just from calling you beautiful or something. He’s so young, so inexperienced yet passionate when it comes to love and romance, and it shows.

You ask questions about himself, too, and you can understand why it’s addicting for him to watch you speak, because the second he does that, he’s breathtaking. 

You find out that he likes the things you like, he’s watched the movies you’ve seen, and he’s read your favorite books. It’s not just a coincidence, is it? Maybe you’re a match made in heaven. But even so, nothing happens. He’s too respectful, and he makes you respect yourself. You’re married, and he’s a close friend of yours. That’s it.

He’s just your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

One morning, you find a bouquet sitting on your porch. Oh, right, today’s our anniversary. Your husband has this habit of sending you your favorite flowers on your anniversary. He does this every year, which is nice of him, but you really didn’t think he’d send you one this year, seeing how he barely exchanged more than three sentences with you. So now that you receive his flowers, you’re beginning to think, oh, maybe he’s trying to fix things between us. You’re not sure if you want that, though, not anymore. Most of your heart already belongs to someone else, which is terrible since you’re married, but you can’t help it. 

You pick up the flowers anyway; too pretty to be thrown away. You open the card attached to it. I will love you forever, it says, written in his handwriting. The way he wrote the letter f is a little different. Looks like he wrote in a rush, you presume. Either that, or he just didn't care enough. And it’s whatever; you didn’t expect much anyway. You appreciate the thought until your eyes land on the name he wrote.

That’s not my fucking name.

He must have sent flowers to his secretary at the same time and had his card switched. That fucking cheater.

You thought you didn’t care about him anymore, but God, now you’re livid.

Yuuta shows up at the perfect place and at the perfect time. He invites you over to have dinner together at his place. “J-just, you know, as friends,” he says, unconsciously giving you the confirmation that he does not think of you as a friend. Not at all.

So you come over in a beautiful red dress later that evening, and he stares at you, completely in awe, for a good three seconds. “You, umm—” He blushes madly, his head so full of steam he could barely think. “You look like… like a goddess.”

“Thank you,” you simper. That was so corny for him to say, but he meant every word, which makes it endearing. “You look amazing, too.” And he is. God, he looks so handsome in his black buttoned-down shirt, and his parted hair, and his sweet, sweet smile.

I want to fuck the shit out of him.

It’s the monster inside you who speaks it. The part of you that’s been neglected for so long, that’s never been touched in the way you wanted to. And it’s screaming, begging for Yuuta to love you.

But no. We’re friends. We’re just friends, aren’t we, Yuuta?

Yuuta cooks, too, apparently. Every dish looks fucking delicious, and everything else is perfect. The table setting decorated with your favorite flowers. The scented candles with your favorite fragrance set up romantically on top of the cozy fireplace. The soft music playing in the background, a piano instrumental of your favorite song. It’s like a date. A celebration. Like something you should’ve had with your husband today.

“You did all of this on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Hmm?”

You gesture to your surroundings. “We’ve read the same books and watched the same movies. Okay, fine, maybe we have the same taste. But this song, those flowers, everything you’ve set up in this room, you did all of these for me, didn’t you?”

He pauses before he tucks his chin, avoiding your gaze. “I just… wanted to make you happy,” he confesses bashfully. “Is it… Is it too much? Do you not like it?”

“Yuuta, of course, I love it.” You stroke his arm, washing his worry away. “I just… I’ve never had someone care about me this much before…”

He melts under your touch, and there’s so much he wants to say, but his lips form nothing but a sad smile. He caresses your face with tender hand, his fingertips quivering slightly when they land on your cheek. His heart must be beating like crazy right now, you smile to yourself, leaning further into his touch to soothe him.

“I would do this every day for you if you let me,” he whispers, promise behind each word. “I would make you happy, so happy you’d forget what sadness feels like. What loneliness feels like.”

That stirs something inside your chest. “And what do you want in return for that?” You slide up a hand, testing his limit.

He stops your hand by covering it with his own. For a second, just for a brief second, he emits a different feeling. There’s intensity behind his gaze that burns you as if he wanted you all to himself. And that’s understandable. No man, especially one who’s so desperately in love like him, would want to share his woman with someone else, but he knows the situation they’re in, doesn’t he? It’s just not possible for you to be together, not now, not completely. Maybe that’s why he switches back in a blink, smiling until his eyes crinkle adorably. “Nothing,” he answers. “As long as we can be friends like this, it’s more than enough for me.”

He’s a terrible liar, you think, slightly amused. It’s cute how he tries so hard to conceal his feelings and you still can read him like an open book.

The food tastes as amazing as it looks, even down to the last bite. You don’t talk about the bouquet, afraid that you’ll ruin the mood, but Yuuta is always so attentive when it comes to you. He asks you what happened, and he hugs you the second he sees tears brimming in your eyes. You’re not sad. You’re fucking angry. And thank God Yuuta is there to let you vent your frustrations. You go as far as telling him almost every little shitty thing your husband did to you behind your back, as well as the slutty secretary that’s been sleeping with him for money. It feels relieving to finally say their names out loud, with so much hatred, so much rage, and to have Yuuta respond with, “No matter how pretty she is, she’s nothing compared to you. Your husband doesn’t deserve you. If I were him, I would’ve—” he stops himself, just in time, flustered and mortified under your gaze.

You’re older. You’re older than him by eight, no, nine years even. You know what’s going to happen if you encourage him to say the words he’s been dying to say. You know what it’s going to do to your relationship. But fuck that. If there were one man in this world who knew how to treat you like you deserve…

It’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

So, by the time the two of you move to the couch with some wine in your system, you lean forward, letting your fingers trace the protruding vein on the back of his hand. His eyes widen at the way your dress does very little to hide your cleavage, but he averts his gaze right away, being the gentleman that he is. But tonight, you want him to be the opposite of that. You don’t want him to be sweet; you want him to let his desire win. There’s a monster hiding inside him, something much more terrible than your own. You sometimes caught its glimpse when he thought you weren’t looking his way. The amount of obsession that fogged his eyes, his fixation over you, turning his sapphire blue eyes so dark, so deep, so intense, like he wanted to have you locked up in his room, tied up and used and thoroughly fucked until you found no strength to stand and no will to escape. It should’ve been a scary thought, but it wasn’t. It was… exciting.

“I want to hear it, Yuu…” Seduction lays thickly in your voice as you lay a gentle hand on his cheek, guiding his eyes back to you. You stare up at him from underneath your lashes with this look in your eyes that makes his breath hitch in his throat. “If you were my husband…” You wet your lip, your tongue a sinful dance to his eyes. “What would you do to make me feel…” You purposely drop your gaze to his lips, letting him catch your message. “…loved?”

You watch him gulp, goosebumps breaking on his skin. You watch his eyes fall to see the way you rub your thumb over the bumps on his knuckles. You watch them turn half-lidded as they linger a second too long on your lips. And you watch him break all control he has over himself, and you let him devour you the way you’ve been wanting him to.

He’s your sweet neighbor Yuuta.

And he tastes even sweeter with your cum on his tongue.

It’s happening too fast, yet it feels like it’s not going fast enough. He starts by holding you by the face, slotting his lips against yours, passionate and gentle at the same time. He pulls away for a moment to see your reaction, and when you kiss him back, he lets out this sinful moan that causes your stomach to churn.

He’s so fucking sexy. Even without trying, he is. 

In the next second, he’s eating you out on the couch, spreading your legs, and kneeling on the floor with his head trapped between your thighs, wanting to get as much of you as you can give him. When his tongue circles your clit, and he’s moaning against your heat, it feels so good you almost run away, not used to experiencing this much pleasure. It’s scary how easily he plays with your body. How fast he can tell which part of yours likes to be licked, which ones want to be sucked, and which ones want to be fucked. He moves agonizingly slow, but each touch feels so right that you find no reason to complain. He’s sure to take his time with you, to make you feel loved in the way a wife should be when her husband makes love to her.

He takes hold of your thighs, holding you tight, but you want it even tighter to the point of leaving bruises all over your skin so you can show them to your husband later. His gaze is intense, constantly keeping his eyes on you. Your expression turns him on, making him ache so bad within the constraints of his pants that his eyes turn watery, desperate for release. He’s too ashamed to ask you to touch him, and maybe he doesn’t want to be touched, not yet, he just wants to focus on pleasuring you for now. So he keeps sucking your clit into his mouth, and he slides one hand into his own jeans to grip his cock tightly. He fucks his fist as fast as he fucks your hole with his tongue, groaning, whining, whimpering against your cunt. He’s pathetic. You love it.

You push him down to the carpeted floor after you drench his mouth and chin with your juice, and you push his fingers, coated with his own cum, into your mouth. He curses once at the sight, and it’s so sexy when he does it. After all this time hearing him talk so softly, so innocently, hearing a low, “Fuck, you're making me lose my mind,” tumbling off his lips is such a fucking turn-on. 

You tear yourself away from your dress before you rip open the buttons of his shirt, not caring if the two of you are in the middle of his living room, visible for anyone to see if they dare take a peek through the window. You wish the light in the room were brighter. It would’ve been a lovely show for your husband if he came home to see you riding another man’s cock, using Yuuta to your own satisfaction, and watching him make you cum the way he couldn’t. 

Yuuta, oblivious to your thoughts, is gasping out your name, one arm hiding his beet-red face while his other one is gripping your thigh. “W-wait,” he flinches, his breathing tattered. “You’re going—too fast—”

You know you are, but it’s so good that you can’t stop. His cock rubs your walls so deliciously as if it was made solely for this purpose. You cum so fast, so hard, and he follows almost right away, unable to hold it even longer when he sees you looking like that when you cummed. 

Your body is still trembling when he suddenly lifts you off his cock and guides you to his face. “Ride me again,” he says, begging. “Please, Angel, I want to taste you again.” And you do, sitting on his face and letting him lick, suck, and lap at everything that seeps out of you.

He’s staring at your swollen clit, licking his lips and seemingly dazed as he rubs his thumb softly over it. “I’m sorry I came inside you,” he says, genuinely feeling guilty about it despite you giving him permission to.

You shiver, still feeling so sensitive for receiving so much stimulation at once. “It’s okay. I can’t get pregnant anyway,” you laugh it off. “I haven’t gotten myself checked yet, but we’ve been trying for two years, and nothing has happened yet, so…”

His gaze darkens. “I see,” is the only thing he utters before he scoops you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. You’re surprised; you really thought that was it. Both of you came twice already in, like, fifteen minutes. That’s enough, isn’t it? But he’s still young, and he has a lot of energy that leaves him insatiable. If you let him, he’ll have you for the entire night.

It’s not a bad thing, not at all.

So you kneel in front of him on the bed, bite the corner of your lip to drive him even more insane, and stroke him slowly with your hand. “You still want to fuck me?”

“Yes,” he breathes out, the muscles in his abdomens tautening. “Yes, Ma’am, please…”

Ma’am? You almost laugh. How does he keep getting cuter and cuter?

“Okay.” You reward him with a little kiss on the head of his cock, robbing a soft whimper out of his mouth. Lying down on the bed, you spread your legs, sliding two fingers down your body to do the same to your cunt. “Come here and love me again, Yuu.”

He obliges in a split second. Yuuta has so much love to give, and he lets his mouth, his tongue, and his cock paint a perfect picture on your body.

Everything feels like heaven until he suddenly stops in the middle of thrusting his hips, earning himself an impatient whine. His blue eyes have lost their warm, pretty light. They’re as dark as the night, but lust and greed are the perfect colors for him. He sits on his knees, resting your ankles on his shoulders, breathing heavily. 

“Yuuta?”

He’s not listening, too captivated by the way his tip slides in and out so easily. You’re so fucking wet for him; it’s embarrassing, but Yuuta would take a picture of you like this in a heartbeat, with your wedding ring still wrapped around your finger and his cock sheathed deep inside you, should you allow him to.

He splays his hand over your stomach, giving a little pressure to your womb. You squirm, suddenly feeling like you no longer have control over anything, over him, not like the way you did before. It’s frightening and thrilling at the same time. “Yuuta, what are you—” Your jaw turns slack at the sensation when he thrusts inside, just once, just to see how far it goes within your walls. He’s so hard and thick and throbbing that you could practically feel him poking from inside of your stomach. And perhaps he’s thinking the same thing, his eyes glistening when he feels a bulge forming under his palm. He swallows. He looks… hungry.

“You said you couldn’t get pregnant,” he says, running a tongue across his lower lip, his eyes still fixated on the way you’re taking him so well, all stretched out and tight around him. “You know what I think?” He pulls himself out completely, shivers in his breath. “I think you’re wrong.” He slams his hips forward so abruptly, and with so much force, you have one hand shooting past your head to keep a safe distance away from the headboard. 

“Yuuta—” You gasp out, struggling to match his rhythm. “Wait—”

He only smiles a little, chuckles a little. He’s so far gone. He leans forward until you’re pressed chest to chest, folding you in half before he laces his fingers together with yours. “I think you can get pregnant.” He moves closer to your ear, whispering with his lips caressing your lobe, “And I’m going to show you how.”

He fucks the breaths out of you, swallowing each cry with his mouth, embracing you so tightly you can feel his heart beating against yours. “I’m sorry,” he pants, “It hurts, doesn’t it? I—” He’s interrupted with a low groan, feeling you clenching around him.“—really am sorry—” He smashes his lips against yours, smothering you with his kisses, too. “I know I’m being too rough, but I can't—”  He has one hand gripping the top of his headboard, giving him more support to drive his hips even deeper. “I can’t—stop—” He fucks you again, and again, harder each time until you find yourself unable to make sounds. “You’re so good... You feel so good around me... My angel…” You’re being folded, handled, trapped, and he fucks you until you’re drained, until you’re filled, until he’s spent. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Just a little bit more..." He kisses your forehead and your cheek to soothe you down, cradling your head as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. His hips start to move erratically. “Don’t ever leave me… I will love you forever, so—ah, God—” He chokes out a sob when he feels you spasming around him again, reeling in another wave of orgasm that hit you so intensely, you see white.

It takes him a little over an hour until he finally lets you go. For now, at least.

But once he gives you a chance to breathe, he cleans you up so gently, dabbing a warm towel over your skin, peppering kisses as soft as butterfly wings down your back, your thighs, your chest, before ending his journey at your stomach. He rubs the supple flesh of your belly and smiles, completely satisfied after giving you his everything. And it scares you a little bit because… You might really end up getting pregnant this time.

“I have to go before he comes home,” you say, feeling your body ache terribly when you try to raise yourself off the bed. They’re not shown vividly yet, but there will be bruises in the morning in places you’re not sure you can cover. 

Yuuta hugs you from the side when you barely have one foot on the floor, whispering against the bare skin of your hip, “I’m not letting you go.”

It makes you happy. You feel so wanted, so loved, even after all the affection he gave you all night. The truth is, you don’t want to leave. Ever. To walk into your own home after experiencing what heaven feels like… It would be torturous.

“I wish I could stay with you, too.”

“You do?” He looks up with big, round eyes, hope residing in each one of them. “Would you stay with me forever?”

“If I could,” you reply and it’s true. God, if only you could stay forever with him, let him love you this way, forever. That would be perfect, wouldn't it?

“That makes me happy…” He takes both of your hands, kissing you on each wrist before he does the same to your palms. “That makes me so happy…” 

It tickles, so you laugh a little. He makes the same sweet sound, the sound of a boy in love. 

“I really need to go, though…” You whisper, hypnotized when he starts pushing your digit past his lips. It’s warm and wet inside his mouth, waking up the butterflies in your stomach. He keeps his eyes on you, looking so sensual as he sucks around your finger, enveloping it from base to tip. “Yuuta…”

“I understand.” He pulls away, ending it with a kiss. He seems disheartened, his smile doesn't shine as bright anymore and it hurts you. "I guess you left me with no choice."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He returns your embrace, just one more time before you have to let him go. “Can you turn around for me, please? I want to give you something,” he softly smiles. “A present. It will be quick, I promise.” 

You do as he says, excited at the thought of it. What will he give you? Knowing him and how he went through so much effort to prepare a dinner for two friends, you just know it would be something incredibly romantic. Yuuta kisses your nape, open-mouthed and lingering. You nibble on your lip to suppress your moan as he trails his lips from between your shoulder blades down to your spine. 

“Yuuta,” you sigh, squeezing your thighs together. You’re aching for him again, and it’s dangerous. Your husband can come anytime soon. “I know what you want, and really, I wish I could stay,” you say from the bottom of your heart, looking over your shoulder to see him, and you’re immediately answered by a kiss. He presses his chest to your spine, one hand cupping half of your neck and your jaw to keep you in place so he can deepen the kiss. His mouth moves with fervor, filling you up with desire, and if it weren’t for the sound of your husband’s car moving into your driveway, you would’ve let him take you there for another hour or two.

“I need to leave. Now.” You break away to gather your clothes quickly. Except you can’t.

You can’t move your hands.

Robbed out of your balance, you fall face-first to the floor. Your breath catches, your heart plummeting to your stomach when you realize you have your hands tied behind your back. You feel something rough grazing against your skin. There’s a rope ensnaring your wrists together, and it’s digging painfully into your flesh every time you struggle to break free. 

Panic rises quickly to your chest. You look up, your body froze with terror at the sight of him smiling at you. 

He’s not your sweet neighbor Yuuta. Not anymore.

This is the monster you caught a glimpse of before, in full form. His handsome features suddenly feel unrecognizable, not when you can no longer witness the warmth in his eyes.

What is happening? You breathe fast, frightened beyond your mind. Why is he doing this?

“I told you I’m not letting you go,” he says, walking slowly toward you. With every step he takes, your urge to escape grows bigger.

The second the dread sinks in, you part your lips to scream for help, but he clasps a hand over your mouth just in time. “Sshh shhh shhh,” he whispers, bringing you back to your feet. “We wouldn’t want your husband to find out, would we?” 

You try to kick and toss your body around, but he’s strong, much stronger than you could ever imagine him to be. From your peripheral vision, you see him taking out a syringe from a drawer behind him, fitted with a hollow needle to inject the clear liquid into your skin. You feel your heart pounding in your throat, your scream muffled as he sinks it into your skin. “There, there. Off you go, honey,” he whispers in your ear, as you begin to lose your will to fight. Your consciousness slowly wanes away with each second passing by. “I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. It’s only scary at the beginning, I promise.” He tosses the syringe away, now empty. “Oh, I almost forgot to ask. Did you like the card I gave you?”

The card? What card?

Oh.

Oh, no.

“I’m sorry for tricking you like that,” he says with a little pout. “Truly, I am. I didn’t want to lie to you, but I had to do something to push you over the edge. I knew you liked me too from the start, but you wouldn’t make the first move. You kept staying faithful even when your husband was cheating on you like that. I admire you for that,” he sighs, utterly smitten by you, but only for a second before his tone drops. “But I was getting impatient, you see. And I knew you were, too. I watched your favorite movies. I read your favorite books. I learned everything about you and did everything you liked, but you still wouldn’t leave your husband for me. So you left me with no choice. I have to make you understand,” he slides his hand up your stomach, passing the valley between your breasts before he chooses to linger there, squeezing, teasing, pleasing. “That no one can touch you like I do. No one can love you like I do.”

You can feel him kissing your neck, licking a stripe up from your collarbone to the spot below your ear. “It was quite tricky copying his handwriting like that. There’s one letter I still can’t do very well even now. But it was enough to trick you, so I think everything’s fine in the end,” he chuckles, the sound filling your chest with horror, though you could barely register it now, not with the drug flowing in your system.

“You asked me what I would do to make you feel loved if I were your husband.” He carries you closer to the window, letting you see, with all the little power you have left, your husband closing the door of his car. Yuuta embraces you from behind, his hands tangled around your waist as he lets you rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m gonna show it to you.” You watch your husband make his way to your porch, oblivious to what’s happening in the dark room across the street. “I’m gonna love you, Angel. I will love you forever. With all my heart. And I’m gonna take my time. I’ll be so thorough with you that once I’m done, you won’t be able to spend a second of your life without me.” 

Your husband closes his front door, and with it goes your last chance of escaping, if there was even one.

You start losing strength in your legs, in your arms, but you’re still able to cry, and so you do just that. It won’t help you, nothing will help you, no one will help you, and no one will know what he’s doing to you, not when everyone thinks so fondly of him. 

“Oh, Sweetheart, don’t cry.” He kisses your tears away, landing an even softer one on your temple. “Don’t be afraid of me, my love. After all, it’s just me.” He meets your eyes in the reflection of his window, smiling with his hand holding the front of your neck.

“Your sweet neighbor Yuuta.”

***

[soojinieshifts]

Hihihi I just wanted to ask how world tour work and if their stressful :33

Oooo ok this is a good one!

TOURS

So tours are usually planned a few months in advance, some companies will do a year or 2 in advance but it depends on like the success of your groups and how big your fanbase is. The planning is done by your staff, managers, etc.

Touring can be so much fun honestly because you get to go to so many beautiful places and see so many cool stuff, my favorite part is getting to show my members around my home country and the places I’ve grown up. It’s also fun to introduce them to my family, have them try our foods and so much more things. Not all companies however have all countries in mind it’s usually just the ones they think are popular or care about but I script our tour stops usually so I don’t really run into this problem like I did when I was a baby shifter.

Usually your company will let you guys pick your set list, but they also will do a lot of them based on popularity of the songs. Like usually you will preform all title tracks that you have released since those are most popular but you and your members will also be able to pick the bsides and other songs for set lists. If you’re planning on having a solo stage then a lot of planning and practice goes into this before tour, and during sound check every set will be run through in order to avoid any mistakes.

All this aside, touring can also be very tiring. Especially if you are having a comeback near the end or middle because then dates become more closer and immediate/less spaced out?? (If that makes sense😭) in order for you guys to have time to go back to Korea for the comeback, if you have schedules then you will have your show and depending on when the schedule is you will usually be flown immediately to wherever said schedules is. (By schedules I mean events for brands and other shit like that). Some companies will give maybe a week or 2?? Cool down period before going to the next leg of the tour (like Asia, North America, South America, etc.) Some groups like twice for example does a complete different performance for each place they are going to so this means twice is practicing more than usual. Overall the most tiring part was traveling around often, going to the airport early in the morning, and very late practices.

For my personal experience for every tour I went on, we would sleep at hotels with the members sometimes it would be solo rooms or roommates (it would be really fun with roommates ngl), Concert outfits were entirely chosen by stylists but for solo stages we usually get a say in what we get to choose. My favorite moment of the concert was realizing that I was finally there. Everything just came to me naturally , all the training, practices, everything paid off to this very moment. It can still be stressful and pressuring but also very fun! But this was all my experiences so it might not be the same as yours.

Things I recommend you script: Tour edition

- you go to more places for tours (if shifting to a group where they don’t go many places)

- you always have the best outfits

- your solo stage!! Trust me this part is so fun fr

- no one ever has a wardrobe malfunction on stage

- there are never any technical difficulties (mics not working, sound issues, etc.)

[dabuggh3]

Im sad and touch deprived so I wrote this ⭐️enjoyy!! <3

You and Hamzah weren’t having a good day. You guys got into an argument early in the morning about petty stuff, due to stress. You went to work and he went over to Martins to film. Through out the day you guys didn’t speak at all, no text, no phone call, nothing.

While having your lunch break you thought about the argument and it just got you more mad. Through out the day you were silent and just straight faced. Some of your close coworkers even asked you if you were okay. But you just brushed them off and said you didn’t get a lot of sleep.

It was around 8 and you were clocking out of work, you head out to your car and just sat there for a little, “ He didn’t even text me if he was going home yet” you thought to yourself but usually he came home later at night anyways. You play your music and start to drive, half way through the drive you and Hamzah’s favorite song starts to play. Your face softens and you think how stupid the argument was, you love him too much to stay mad over something petty.

Before you head home you decide to stop by Nanis gelato to get some for him and you. You get to your apartment and put the gelato in the fridge, you wanted to wait for him. You get out of your work clothes and get into something comfortable. You clean up the apartment as you watch, 10 Things I Hate About You. You hear your phone ring. It was a text from Hamzah, “ I’m going home” you smile,“ Okay drive safe”. You finish cleaning and decide to start cooking something.

You were still deciding dinner, when you hear the door open. You turn and see Hamzah smiling softly, “ Hi babe”. You look at him,“ Hi baby”, he turns and reaches for something. He turns back around with flowers, “ I’m sorry about this morning I was being stupid and petty, I’m sorry”, he says locking eyes with you, while fidgeting with his hat. You smile, “I’m sorry too, it was dumb”, you walk up to him, giving him a hug.

Hamzah puts the flowers down on the counter and hugs you harder. He turns his head and kisses your check repeatedly, wanting to hear you laugh. You guys let go of each other and you give him a kiss. “ Thank you for the flowers, I got you something too”. You walk over to the fridge and showing him the gelato. “ What, nooo no way” he says excited with a smile, “ thank you” he kisses your forehead giving you another hug.

He leans on the counter facing you,“ So how did it go with Martin”. “ It was good, we finished the video” “ That’s good, oh I was just thinking of what to make for dinner, what do you think? you want anything specific ?” you turn to look at him. He looks at you making that dumb face he makes when he has something planned, “ Do you want to go out to eat?, a date.” “What, yess duh” you say. “ Perfect then go get dressed”

You and Hamzah go out to eat at a new place you’ve been dying to eat at. You guys talk about your days and laugh about dumb things. “ No he said that and I just had to sit there with a straight face”. You laugh, “ You know dam welllll”. You guys head back home blasting music. Once your home, you guys lay on the couch eating your gelato. “ Can I try some” “ Of course”

It’s the little things fr 😭. Also what song would you guys have be you and Hamzah’s ( hope that makes sense lol)

[tamas-love]

（ 제목 ）THINKING ABOUT.. BEST-FRIEND!SUNOO.

PRESENT.⠀⟡​⠀best friend sunoo thoughts.

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a/n : for my pookie @uoalirie BUT also for anon !! instead of a one-shot i just did points.. remember to reblog, like, and ask for more!!

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best-friend!sunoo who you first met in the hallway on your way to class, he asked you where the music room was--and since you were on your way there he followed you. best-friend!sunoo who began to sit with you at lunch because you two had the same schedules, sometimes buying you snacks from the vending machine. best-friend!sunoo who always went to the nail salon with you just to sit there and talk the whole time you're getting your nails done, as well as being the one who picks your nail design. best-friend!sunoo who you told all your crushes about and he rated them on a 1-10 scale. best-friend!sunoo who was also your wingman and always tried to get you with your crushes if he thought they were good enough for you. best-friend!sunoo who you had study session with that lasted til late at night and early in the morning, and when you two realized the time you'd quickly get to bed and join in an (platonic) snuggle together, listening to asmr to fall asleep. best-friend!sunoo who you gossiped with on the way to school/class, and when the tea was right behind you sunoo would scream "fuck no!" and run off with you. best-friend!sunoo who took you to the rooftop at lunch after your boyfriend broke up with you because he knew you didn't want to cry in front of people, and always offered you tissues and his hoodie for your comfort. best-friend!sunoo who helped you dye your hair blonde after you got over the breakup, and to not make you feel embarrassed for showing up at school blonde, he'd dye his own to match yours (secretly to surprise you). best-friend!sunoo who sat with you on the coach bus on your way to the field trip destination so you could sit by the window and cuddle his arm comfortably, as well as so you two could eat (big backs) and watch dramas. best-friend!sunoo who (even though he's a boy) kept a few pads in his bag just in case you have an emergency, and when blood leaks through your skirt he always wraps his sweater around your waist to cover it up. best-friend!sunoo who had his wallet on him at ALL times when he was around you, knowing that when an ice cream truck pops up you two are running like biggies. (the only biggie here is ME for that shaved ice i'm running fr) best-friend!sunoo who, for prom, set you up with his homeboy who you liked and scored you a date. after prom, sunoo saw you two in the hall making out and quickly minded his business instead of butting in to get you home.. "yeah.. he'll get her home." he brushed it off, running away (not wanting to deal with ALLAT love.) best-friend!sunoo who you came to, sobbing your tears out after seeing a sad puppy story. in which, he had to comfort you and tell you that it's not real because why the fuck was the dog talking?? (your dumbass believed it) best-friend!sunoo who you went to the mall with, skipping around stores and buying all the matching pajamas. best-friend!sunoo who, one day, invited you over to his house on the day of your birthday and surprised you with a big birthday party after ignoring you and acting annoyed with you the whole day. of course, you were crying in the school bathroom after he ignored you so to make up, he fed you cake and let you open your presents. best-friend!sunoo who you graduated with at the top of your grade, you being the valedictorian and sunoo being salutatorian, and even while you two were going to two seperate colleges, still managed to be the ultimate power duo and meet up every weekend!

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[andy-15-07]

After all we are a family

masterlist ! pairing: Finnick Odair x fem!reader x Johanna Mason

GENRE: fluff, love

After everything that happened, with the revolt against the Capitol, you and Finnick went back to our home, in District 4. Everyone and things became normal.

When I got home, it was as if something was missing, not something rather someone and that person was Mags, she volunteered as a tribute for me because she knew I was pregnant, she was not only a mentor for me but she was like a mother. Mags and Finnick were my mentors in the 70th annual Hunger Games, they helped me survive.

Finnick decided that we should have a house right by the ocean, because the ocean is the only thing that reminds us of some beautiful memories, when you and Finnick declared your love for each other, when I called Mags mom for the first time and when I confessed to her that I was pregnant with Finnick's child.

I told Finnick that I am carrying his child after our wedding in District 13 and after I told him he was the happiest man in the world, he had a child with the love of his life, the one who was really happy was Johanna.

When you gave birth to your and Finnick's daughter, Mags Johanna Odair, Johanna and Finnick were with me and they were the happiest. If it was Mags, I know she was also happy that I named my daughter after her.

And the mornings spent with them are the most beautiful.

The morning sun wakes you up and when you turn to your husband's side of the bed, you are met with the place where he was sitting, it was empty, I realized where the most important people in my life were, on the beach.

I get out of bed and take my robe and head out of the house, when I reach the door I look at the scene that is happening in front of me. Finnick was sitting down on the sand with his feet in the water, with Mags on his lap and I see my husband showing something to our daughter.

I slowly leave the house and head towards them, the only thing I'm happy about is that they didn't hear me when I left the house and when I approached them.

"Every time I come here, but especially when I'm near the water, all my worries disappear, just like you did my love." Finnick tells our daughter.

"Good morning Finnick and good morning Mags!" You say and sit down next to them.

"Hello love, I hope you slept well," says my dear husband.

"I slept well. What's up with you two on the beach so early? How long have you been out?" You ask Finnick as you play with little Mags who was happy to see her mom.

"Not long ago, I think it's been 30 minutes since we've been out and the reason we're out is because our little Mags woke up crying and we said not to wake you so we came here, when she saw the water, she calm. It's as if she knows that this is our place, which makes us calm down, it's obvious that she's our daughter." He says and hugs our little treasure.

Johanna always says that her niece is a perfect combination of you and Finnick, Mags has Finnick's eyes and hair, my lips and nose and how we joke about Johanna's behavior when something doesn't suit Mags, which Johanna doesn't deny this.

"Of course she knows she's our daughter." You tell him and rest your head on his shoulder but your eyes don't stop looking at your beautiful daughter.

It's so quiet that we don't hear the famous Johanna Mason heading towards us.

"I know you're fine but I want to know where my favorite niece is." when Mags hears her aunt's voice it's hard to hold her.

Johanna comes and sits next to you and I take Mags from Finnick's arms and give her to her, who was already waiting for her with open arms.

Johanna Mason is not a person who shows her feelings and emotions but around you and Finnick she is completely different, she was always by our side and we were by her side. After all, we are a family.

"I really missed my little niece, sometimes I wish she would come with me, to protect her. But I know our little Mags is safe now, it's not like it was before, everyone is free. " He says and plays with Mags Johanna.

"Johanna, everything will be fine, everything is safe now. We are fine and we are a family no matter what." Finnick says and you keep looking at Johanna who continues to play with the little being, our treasure.

"Finnick's right, we're safe. Jo you know that too." you tell him and then he raises his head and looks in our direction and slowly nods in agreement.

You get closer to her and take her in your arms and after Finnick comes closer and hugs all three of us, his confidants, his wife, daughter and our friend but Finnick and I considered her as our sister.

We sit together on the beach and either look at the crystal clear water, or talk or play with Mags.

After all, we are a family.

[kolour-me-kourt]

Chapter Nine: Leaky Faucet

It had been two weeks since her first date with Jayson. She had been doing some traveling for work but now she wasback in her city it felt great. Talking to Jayson was apart of her daily Routine she woke up to his good Morning messages she went to sleep with him on the phone she watched his games every time she could she was hooked. She had forgot what it felt like to be in a relationship texting the person whenever you wanted and not being scared of developing feelings she loved it.

When she got home from work she noticed a large Bouquet of Flowers on her front porch she smiled Jayson was so sweet she unlocked her door bringing them in. She shut her door locking it and taking her shoes off going straight to her kitchen looking for the card and her face dropped it wasn't from Jayson at all .... It was Melo🙄.

Hope you haven't forgot about me yet. But We both know you can't 💕 4L

She rolled her eyes he had texted a few times when the pictures came out of her and Jayson all over Boston he wasn't happy at all for three days straight all he saw was her and Jayson on his Twitter feed. But he was getting a taste of his own Medicine for months she watched him and his girlfriend all over social media. Him liking all her pictures and commenting sweet things while she knew the truth but the moment she steps out he's mad.

But no now she was fed up she decides to FaceTime him but she hears the phone ringing at her door she gets scared but goes to her front door looking out the peep hole and there is Melo with a big smile on his face. "I hear you breathing heavy with your short ass" it's cause she was scared he's clearly crazy.

"go away pleaseeee" "you were calling me for a reason" "to tell you to leave me Tf alone Fr Melo " "I drove a while just let me in at least let me see you...."

She thought for a sec and then let him in. At the end of the day she know he won't hurt her physically he's just being annoying asf. He tries to go in for a hug but she moves. "You got some fuckin Audacity to show up here.... Like?" "I just wanted to see if you miss me?" "I think your girl does you should go see her" "why you gotta do that?" "Because why are you here? I'm trying to move on it's selfish of you to even be here right now" "ima selfish Nigga" He laughed "well stop!" "YN just answer the question do you miss me?" "I'm happy did you know that? He makes me really happy he cares about me he makes time for me" "oh so I didn't make time for you? I'm making time right now cause you important to me" she sighed

"what's your point...." "Well if you talking to somebody and I'm in a relationship ... We can still do what we do best but without all the bullshit that you made up cause .... You got somebody to worry about your feelings.... so Let me worry about your body" he brings her body close to him and she gets weak in the knees and just as he's about to kiss her .... Her phone rings saved by the bell.

She jogs back to the kitchen answering Jayson as Melo follows behind her rolling his eyes. "Hey baby you got home fast today" He says smiling in the camera making her naturally smile but she was nervous Melo was unhinged he could say anything and basically ruin this she didn't like feeling guilty. "Yeah I left the office a little early cause you know I'm going out tonight" "yeah I remember cause you gon miss my game" "maybe not we might go to a bar I'll see if they'll put it on" "they Better if not give me a call" Melo rolled his eyes smirking "bae stop 😂😂😂" "okay okay  ima let you go so you can get ready .... Don't drive if you drink" "of course not I'll Uber everywhere😘 mwah" "oooou I miss them lips ...." "I miss your lips more" he bits his lip " I doubt it Bae but text me when you get in or call and I'll do the same" "okay Jay" "alright I'll talk to you later bae....bye" "byeeee" he hangs up she fully exhales

"Well that seemed forced" Melo says with laughter in his voice she rolls her eyes "it's never forced with him though and most importantly I don't have to hide" "you let him hit yet?" "that's not your damn business" "I can't lie when I saw those pictures of you bowling in that tight ass pink dress I almost lost my mind he was right behind that ass ..... remember I had you bent over the night before that? Deep in that pussy moaning my name you couldn't help yourself then the next day somebody else on that ass how I'm supposed to feel?"

She sighed just his words made her feel him once again but she wasn't a cheater. And she hated that he had this little power over her maybe when her and Jayson do have sex it'll be gone."What I do is no longer your business you cannot be sending me gifts you can't be texting and you definitely can't come to my house anymore I mean that Lamelo I need you to understand how very serious I am I like him a lot I can potentially love him so please leave me alone maybe in the long run we can be friends but for right now let me live my life"

He walked over to her kissing the top of her head innocently as she looked up at him he took the card out of the flowers and backed up. "So you don't wanna fuck me no more?" He said half way joking but also being serious She bit her lip

"no" she says softly he smacked his lips "see.... You don't even mean that shit" "I'm not a cheater Lamelo" "how it's cheating y'all not in a real relationship yet you being loyal to niggas when y'all just talking?" "we are though we made it official the first date you don't know nothing about that though you couldn't commit if it was gun to your head" "if you think he being loyal you out of your mind no nigga just jumps into a relationship like that something wrong with him you special but he still a nigga" "well I'll cross that bridge when I get to it" "okay but if you cheat back cheat with me" "Lamelo!"

"Okay okay that was a joke my bad .... Ima head out ima lose your number and leave you Tf alone but when it don't work out with him and you hit me back up you gon have to make it all the way up to me .... I'm talking rounds" she rolled her eyes "bye the cockiness coming out of your body is not charming right now try to be happy for me" "so what you gon do when he can't fuck you like I fuck you? You think anybody knows your body like I do? I be in that shit ...... you think he can do that to you?"

That's definitely something she had thought about even on Melos off nights the sex was good.But her and Jayson hadn't had sex yet she was taking it slow. "I do think he can yeah" "you know you lying .... You think you getting three nuts with him?" "It's easy to make me cum" he rolled his eyes again

"shut up it's easy for me to make you cum not nobody else not even yourself" He was telling the truth but the only reason it took her a while was because she would start thinking about other shit or she would just get tired "well he'll figure it out cause he gives enough fucks to figure it out but as of right now it's still not your business cause even if he can't make me cum it's not your job anymore it never should've been your job so go back to your girl I have shit to do" "alright alright you getting mad so  .... I'm gone.... enjoy my flowers and I'll still send you stuff cause you deserve shit and if at any point I wanna text you I'll just dm you ... ight?" "As if you're gonna listen to me you do what you wanna do but don't expect shit from me" "ight then" he licks his lips leaving her kitchen heading straight to her front door and walking right out.

The pictures of her and Jayson were over ever blog by the time they even had a second date they were calling her the mystery girl. They saw everything from the hand holding to the kisses on the back of the golf cart they had every picture of them at dinner that night and at the bowling alley she had never scrolled so many times and saw herself it was wild and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not people still didn't really know who she was and she liked that. She's a normal girl who's dating a NBA player .... That's it.

Yo you good you seemed a little out of it on the phone... I know you didn't say anything but if I'm hitting you up to much let me know..... I wanna ease you into everything so if I'm doing too much or not enough let me know

Seeeee Jayson is perfect like he's about to go play his heart out but he took the time to text her cause he was worried. And he already knows her so well and is willing to work with her to help her unlearn some unhealthy behaviors she has in relationships.... He was Guiding her through it all she loves it here

I am so sorry it's just a lot going on here but when I can I'll explain it to you in person so I can be 100% honest but you talk to me the right amount I Love the messages and phone calls ... please don't stop

😂😂 okay okay you had me worried

Nahhh don't worry 😘 enjoy your game baby

I will every free throw that goes in is for you so make sure you send me pictures of what you wearing tonight🤤🤤

Well I know y'all about to win so it'll be a lot and You using that emoji like you know ima look good

I do know you're gonna look .... When do you not look good?

When I first wake up

I bet that's a lie I guess I'll see that soon though

Mmmm will you?

Yeah.... I'm almost certain that I will

We shall see Bae ....

Shall? Really YN

Yeah I'm fancy tonight

😂😂 I gotta go Fr bae be good and have fun

Alright bae ttyl

He loved the message

She had all intentions on telling him about Melo because now he was involved in it and she doesn't ever want him in a situation not knowing something from her past cause she doesn't wanna seem sneaky and one things for sure if you hide something like that from a partner it'll come to light

*three months later*

Melo and his girl had broken up. Messages were leaked where he was talking to other girls. What does this have to do with YN? Her messages were leaked too thankfully it wasn't any nasty things but it left a lot of people wondering why Jayson Tatum's girlfriend was texting Lamelo Ball five months ago. How did they know each other?

Thankfully the season was over so they had been spending more time with eachother. It was his week to come to her city and spend time with her. When the news broke they were just chillin on the couch her head in his lap as he played in her hair he was watching a game and she was on her phone. Doing their own thing together had been their way to relax. As she scrolled Aimlessly through Instagram she saw the blogs reporting on Melo and then she saw her contact name with her picture.... What type of Cheater puts a picture of the girl too. She didn't like him for being thorough but especially not now she gasp loudly

"oh my gosh bae" "what's up" she sat up slowly. "Ummm Melos text messages leaked...." "And?" "And some of our threads leaked too and he had my picture saved on my contact so people know it's me it's from five months ago" he rolled his eyes he remained quiet which scared her more. He was getting annoyed with the same conversation Melo was constantly coming up he was over it "Please say something" She says softly she could feel his energy but she didn't judge him for it. She completely understands it.

"you gon tell me how serious it was now? Because you didn't go in enough detail which was fine then but now people about to be a dog with a bone and I don't need nobody coming to me telling me shit about you that I don't know so tell me everything right now" "he's the guy I was talking about the first night we met—" He cut her off cause he could tell she was about to drag this on and he was running out of patience "duh you told me that tell me something else some shit I need to know is your pussy in his phone? Where you talking about sexual shit with him? Did you ever say I love you?"

Jayson snuck that last part in he had slip up during sex and said he loved her she didn't think anything of it because it was during sex but when he brought it up later she knew he was serious and she had hurt him. She ended up saying it a few weeks later when she was sure she meant it but it still hurt him not that he would ever say that out loud.

"I didn't send any pictures or videos .... Um and it shouldn't be any overly sexual stuff in there we would mostly talk in person our texts were just like plans" "what else I ask?" She sighed " no I didn't tell him I love him cause I didn't and I don't but I love  the way you treat me and talk to me and work with me I love your hands and your smile .... I love you Jayson" she kissed his cheek softly "I'm being too hard on you for having a past  ... and I'm sorry" "I feel like I keep hurting you cause I'm so damn damaged"

"nah you not hurting me I said we doing this together.....anything else I need to know?" She shook her head no "you sure?" "Well idk if this is important but remember I told you he came over here unexpectedly that one time?"

"Yeah" Jayson sits up listening intently "he basically was saying that you jumped into a relationship with me too fast and you're probably cheating .... And I think him saying that did effect me a little bit cause you're just too good to be true" "YN you acting like I haven't fucked up... we've argued I've said some hurtful shit I'm not perfect but I'm not cheating if I was gon cheat I would've just been single but I know this is where I'm supposed to be....

So don't let that shit effect you" she smiled

"I love you baby" she says softly he leans in to kiss her lips passionately "I love you too" he said quickly and then continued to kiss her she straddled his lap and his hands rest firmly on her ass. She moans when he squeezes it tightly. He pulls away slowly. "I love you .... A lot" her heart dropped she felt like he was about to say something crazy "I love you too" "but... I gotta be honest with you now that he single im a little worried about .... Us" "you don't have to be"

"but I am though and I hate to seem insecure and I get you was still trying to be cool with him but I don't even want him talking to you Fr but he don't owe me shit im asking you not to talk to him if you feel forced keep it short.... Can you do that for me?" "I wanna say yes...but if his life is in pieces right now me completely ghosting him will only make it worse" "what about my feelings though? I've been playing tug of war with him for you since I met you and he doesn't even have to pull that hard" she kissed his forehead and then his cheek.

"You're right and I'm sorry i won't talk to him and if he messages me then I'll let you know right away because at the end of the day my loyalty is to you I can't put his feelings over yours" he smiled  "thank you baby" he pulls her in giving her a big hug. He started to kiss on her neck making her moan squeezing her butt again then she heard her doorbell causing both of them to glance at the door.

"You was expecting somebody?" He asked "noo so leave them out there I want you right now" he smiled kissing her again as it got heated. The person knocked on the door "yo YN answer the door we need to talk" and just like that his mood was ruined. He pushed her off of him. "Go to your room" Jayson said aggressively "you're not talking to Deuce and this is my house" "YN I'm asking you please just go" she stood up

"what are you gonna do?" "Tell him to leave you alone .... I'll be nice just go" she rolled her eyes but listened she was interested in what was gonna happen. YN pulled up her app to look at her front porch so she could see Melo. Jayson went to the door opening it

"yo she's sleep" Melos face dropped when he saw Jayson it was like he had seen a ghost.

"Well can you wake her up it's important" "nah man she's tired we been busy but you can tell me whatever you need to tell her though" "why you saying that? cause you know everything?" "Yeah I know it all so what is it" "Some of our messages leaked my girl did it I just wanted her to know it wasn't me and I'm trying to fix it" "alright I'll let her know.... You drove all the way over here to say that?" Melo smirked

"I think we both know that isn't all I wanted to say" "that's my girl now and I'm trying to be nice to you cause I told her I wouldn't hold nothing against you but you can't be poping up to her house no more like this your place it's rude she not gon fold so just hang it up" "you sure she not gon fold? It had to be a reason you didn't let her come to the door" "I don't tell her what to do we have conversations cause I care about her something you don't know about but I'm not about to go back and forth with you my guy she don't want you no more she's good we good" Melo laughed "alright man whatever you need to believe I'm gone..... tell her what I said man" Melo says walking away Jayson shut the door causing YN to come back into the living room.

"I'm gon ask you once and I'm going to believe you so tell me the truth" His voice was very deep and direct "okay" "have you fucked him since we been together? Did you fuck him when he pop up when we had first got together? And do you love him now?" "No no and no I wish it was something I can do or say to ease your Mind" "it's just weird how confident he is that you'll be back that bothers me" "you still want the truth?" "Yes I can handle it" "it's probably the sex .... I'm sure he feels like nobody can ever top him to me so he thinks I'll be back" "and will you?"

"I need more than sex to keep me around I need love and consistency care you do all that and you fuck me what I need any other man for I don't want nobody but you and I mean that" "I can't believe I'm even about to ask this right now but do I please you?" "Bae really?" "Yes I'm really asking when we fuck do you really enjoy it cause if not let's figure it out" "everytime we have sex I enjoy myself I don't have to fake anything with you it be real" "you sure?" "I mean I can show you....." she smirked he smiled walking over to her picking her up. "Yeah show me.... We not talking about that nigga no more" he kissed her taking her to her bedroom "mmmm good"

When they got to the room they stripped eachother quickly and then she got on her knees. He watched her she felt like he was staring through her it was so intense she slowly started to get his dick wet while stroking him she kissed the tip he licked his lips.

She enjoyed sucking his dick because she knew it was completely hers. She could get as nasty as she wanted because he was all hers no sharing no wondering if somebody else was just on it She gagged when his tip hit the back of her throat so she slowly pulled away licking her lips. "Do that shit again" he groaned "do what?" He smiled slightly "choke on it... choke on me again" she didn't speak she just did what he asked her to do slowly placing him in her mouth she allowed him to gag her repeatedly as he groaned she slowly pulled away while stroking him and sucking the tip.

"Fuckkkk" he groaned she loved the way he sounded he was always so mesmerized with whatever she was doing. Almost like he was appreciative and felt like she could be anywhere else but she was here pleasing him. She slapped herself in the face with it. "Damn that's how you feeling tonight?" He groaned she moaned taking him back in her mouth sucking him slowly keeping eye contact with him. "Fuck your mouth feel so good baby .... Just like that"

he loved when she moaned while sucking dick it made him feel like she was really enjoying it and she was. The level of wetness dripping from between her thighs should be a crime right now. He didn't wanna cum too early so it was time for her to stop he was rock hard now"Alright baby show me something else"

he gently pulled her head away and helped her stand up and then he got rough which completely shocked her he flipped her around making her face the wall as she braced herself he wet two fingers and reached in front of her inserting the two fingers inside of her and then started rubbing her clit she was already so wet he didn't know what to do his other hand was wrapped around her throat giving it a slight squeeze everytime she moaned. "It feelsssss so good" "shhh I just wanna hear your pussy"

she gasp and then bit her lip whatever he said she wanted to do her main goal was to please him coming in close second her other goal was to please herself. Her hips started to grind against his hand he placed his thumb in her mouth. She sucks softly as she feels herself getting closer. He listened to the smacking noise her other lips made. "You this wet for me? It's all for me?" "Alll for youuuu" "mmmm it better be" she gasp and grabbed his arm as she almost released. "Can I cum please?" She looked up into his eyes as he smiled at her. "Let me think a lil bit" "ughhhh" "I'm thinking shhhh" he liked to play with her because she always claims she like being teased and she really did it made everything that much more intense for her. "Ple—- plea—-ohhh" she couldn't even finish saying please that's how close she was.

"You wanna cum for daddy?" She nodded her head "and when you cum for daddy then what?" "Ohhhh mmmm I don't ...." "Hmmm you don't what?" Her legs started shaking heavily he smiled he had never got her this close before without letting her go he was kinda interested to see if she would blow. "Pleaseeeeeeee!!!! Pleaseeeeee mmmmm pleaseeee daddy pleaseeeee" "answer my question first" "whatever you want but please I'm so closeeee" her words fumbled out of her mouth he barley could make any sense of it

"go ahead baby cum for me cum for daddy" "thank you daddy" he felt his hand become even more wet as she released while sucking his thumb. "That's my good girl cum for daddy" "ughhhhh" that alone made her wanna do it again. When he felt like she was done he turned her around kissing her he moves her to the bed throwing her down. He leans over spreading her legs and then kissed her clit. "Tell me somethin babe?" "Hmm?" "Can I eat your pussy?" She shivered when the words came out of his mouth it sounded like a song to her she tried to gather herself to speak but couldn't which made him speak up again "please?"

He smiled kissing the inside of her thigh skipping over his main course going to the other thigh. She thrusted her hips up to meet his lips. "Jaysonn...." she whined "Hmmm I'm just trying to please my baby girl and she likes to be teased so tell me what I'm doing wrong?" He says as fingers slide inside of her again. "....nothing nothing at all" "so can I?" "Yesss I want you to"

He kissed her clit again licking up and down and she shivered. "I love you baby" she said softly. His fingers started to flick up inside of her roughly sucking her clit. She loved getting head from Jayson cause she could tell he cared he took his time and listened to her body she didn't have to communicate because he read her mind she loved it they were completely in sync.

He moaned as his tongue curled and licked all over her. "Ooooou baby right there" she was close and they both could feel it He forced one of her legs down because she started to suffocate him. Her back arched he pulled away making her whine missing him already.  "No more teasing please .... I just want all of you" he smiled "so tell me what that means exactly" "I want you inside me Jayson" he kissed up her body engaging her in a long passionate tongue kiss. As she moaned completely read for him he finally slides inside of her they both gasp.

Yes he knew how wet she was but it felt different with his dick and he filled her up so snuggly it was so good to both of them.

"I love you too btw.... I didn't say back earlier but I do" he said while looking deeply in her eyes as he went stroked slowly inside of her. "I know" she grabbed his head kissing him. "I'm sorry for the stupid questions earlier .... I gotta just trust you" she gathered all her strength so she could talk to him clearly "it's not stupid they're real questions I get it's hard to trust people in your like of work you've seen everything" "you right but you different" "very" she smiled kissing him as his rhythm started to increase. "You feel so good" he groaned into her ear while pinning her arms down above her head she was speechless. "Say something baby....." He loved to make her talk when he knew she couldn't

"I—-" "you what?" "Can't..... you're so deep ughhhh" her legs started shaking he smirked he had already had her so close when he was eating her it's a surprise that she didn't cum as soon as he pushed inside of her. He watched her face as she licked and bit her lips to keep her cool but the noises always escaped from her mouth. She intertwines their fingers as her back arched. "I wanna cum with you can you wait for me?" She nodded her head "yessss"  him cumming was very important to her he always went out of his way to give her at least two orgasms so she liked to make sure that he got one. As time went on his hips got sluggish. "Baby .... I can't ... pleaseee" he had finally pushed her to the point where she wasn't sure if she could wait for him. "Baby I'm almost there just look at me and wait" "mmmmmm babbyyyy" "ugh fuck what's my name" "daddyyyy" "good girl cum for daddy cum with daddy" "ughhhhhhh" he sucked on her neck as the released together. He continued stroking until it was nothing left inside of him and then he fell on top of her as they struggled to catch their breath. She held on to him playing in his curls. "You know me .... So well my body you just know me" she said softly she felt him smile.

These days she wasn't worried about it Jayson could compete with Melo in the bedroom because he definitely did he listened to her when she spoke about what she liked and disliked and he like to watch her really enjoy herself he wouldn't be able to enjoy sex if she wasn't getting pleased it if she wasn't into it. She was happy to call him her man.

Sooooo how y'all liking the book so far?

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The Sweet Symphony - Chapter Nine: And So The Show Begins

Jake Kiszka x Reader

Words: 7.6k+

Summary: reader joins Jake and the rest of Greta Van Fleet as they embark on their opening night of tour.

CW: MDNI, 18+, SMUT, p in v, fluff, teasing, jealousy, drinking, degradation k!nk, pet names, praise k!nk, spank!ng, fighting, daddy k!nk, angry sex, orgasm denial, so much teasing, cursing, Jake is a sugar daddy fr

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Jake's POV

It was the opening day of the tour. I pulled into y/n's driveway, ready to leave for the tour at last. I beamed with eagerness, just ready to be on the road and get back to performing tonight. It was definitely way too early in the morning for me to be driving though.

I watched her front door for any sign of her for a few minutes, and then ultimately decided to just text her.

5:02 a.m.

Me: Hey baby, I'm outside.

5:03 a.m.

Y/N: Oh shit, sorry! I'll be out in a few.

5:02 a.m.

Me: Take your time.

I shoved my phone back into my pocket, and placed one hand on the steering wheel. I couldn't wait to get to travel and be on tour with her. It had been quite some time since I had last seen her, and my nerves were getting the best of me. It had also been quite a long time since I last touched her, but that was just one extra perk about being able to spend so much time with her on tour. We would have all the time in the world together to make up for all that missing time. Today was going to be a more relaxed and laid back day since all we had to do was move our stuff onto the tour bus and put on one hell of an opening night show tonight in none other than our own home city. No plane rides or long travels or anything like that.

I watch as she walks through the door. I hop out to greet her, making my way to meet her on the cobblestone pathway.

"Good morning baby. I see you got your beauty sleep." I give her a delicate peck on the cheek as I take her bags for her. I watch as an infectious smile breaks out across her face.

"Goodmorning Jake." She definitely looks tired as well. I hope she didn't have another restless night.

I made a quick dash to the car, opening the door to the passenger seat before she could beat me to it.

I slip her luggage into the trunk of my car and then we were off. Our journey on tour was just about to begin and we couldn't wait to see what lies ahead for us.

Y/N's POV

Jake was nothing but sweet to you this morning. You barely got any sleep last night, a combination of nerves and excitement keeping you up. It was evident in the dark circles around your bloodshot eyes, and you knew that Jake could very easily tell. However, the way he went about it made your heart flutter. He always knew what to say, even if what he was saying wasn't all true.

The drive over to Josh’s house was a short and smooth ride. You were all going to leave from his place to get settled in the tour bus. It had been a while since you had seen Jake, let alone the other boys.

Pulling into Josh's house, Jake turns to you before you get out of his car.

"Y/N?" He speaks up as he turns off the engine. "I just wanted to tell you, we are all so glad you decided to come along with us. Really." He places a comforting hand on your upper arm.

"I am so glad you asked me to come with you in the first place. I don't know why I ever doubted it for a second." You reply, placing one of your hands on top of his. You run your finger over his hand smoothly.

Suddenly, you see Danny running out of Josh's front door. He is quickly approaching the car and it doesn't take much longer until the attention of both of you is now directed at Danny.

"Danny?!" Jake said, getting out of his car and closing the door behind him. Of course, he didn't even give you a chance to open the door yourself before he was at the door to open it for you, just like always.

"He's here! It's really him! Y/N too! She came too!" Danny shouts, scooping us Jake into an embrace. He even manages to pick up Jake a few inches off the ground, him still not even coming close to Danny's towering height. He turns to you, his strong arms engulfing you in a tight embrace.

The Kiszka brothers were all attractive men. Danny wasn’t too far off either. All of them had such sharp facial features, and gorgeous hair. But your heart belonged to Jake, he was the most handsome man in the world to you.

"We all thought you'd be here last." He said, turning back to Jake and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Sam isn't here yet?" Jake said with a sense of shock in his voice. "Sam is usually the first one!"

"Nope." Danny shook his head. "Josh."

Then, Sam came out of Josh’s garage, a few bags in his hands.

"Well, we're at Josh's house.” Jake stated, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Nice observation!" He shouts to Jake while he begins to pile the bags onto the driveway.

"Hello to you too, Sammy!" He shouted back to Sam in a smart ass tone. He turns back to Danny. "Soooo..." confusion ran throughout Jake's voice.

"Luckily he gave me a key a while back. Let myself in, made some coffee. I made myself at home. That is, until he texted me, asking me to lug all his bags onto the driveway." He leaned in closer, his voice becoming a whisper. "So I just made Sam do it for me."

“Is Graham coming with us?” Jake asks with curiosity.

“Who knows. they’re joined at the hip by this point, so I’m counting on it.” Danny answers.

Sam, once again overhearing, says his piece. “They probably have separation anxiety at this rate!”

Danny shoots you and Jake a look, raising his eyebrows and shrugging. This seemed like a great group to be going on tour with and you couldn’t wait to further this journey.

As Sam continues to throw the bags onto the concrete, A car pulls into the driveway. Josh hops out and strolls over to the scene.

He greets you all with a hug and then turns back to the car. “Gray! C’mon! Come say hello!”

A man with plush, pushed back, dirty blonde waves, bright blue eyes, and some stubble steps out of the vehicle and approaches the group standing around in the driveway. He had a very clean and posh look to him.

“Graham!” Jake exclaims, walking over to the taller man. He pulls him into a tight embrace.

“Hello Jake, how've you been brother?” The man asks him.

“I’ve been doing great. Been up to some new things.” He replies, a bright smile on both of their faces. “And you?”

“Great. Josh and I are really doing well.”

“I’m so ecstatic for you, and my brother. You two are good together.” Jake runs a hand through his hair. You can tell he really means what he is saying. “Oh! Um- Graham. This is my,uh,my-”

“Im Y/N. It's nice to meet you. Role of hairdresser and well, moral support for Jake.” You interrupt to save Jake some embarrassment. You reach your hand out to shake his.

“Graham.” He reciprocates the hand shake. “Role of Josh’s boyfriend.” His cheeks turn pink at the mention of his love. “On the downlow, though.”

Your eyes lit up with happiness. You had only met Josh a few times, but you were truly happy for him.

Josh announced that he and Graham bought coffee for everyone and had a short speech about how thankful he was for everyone for being so helpful and how excited that he was about to embark on this tour.

Before you knew it, you were split with half in Jake’s car and half in Josh’s were driving to the tour bus. After the short ride filled with small talk and music, you were getting onto the tour bus with bags in hand excited for the journey ahead of you. You watch as Jake makes his way to the bunk.

“Looks like we're sharing this bad boy.” He pats the small bunk. “For the nights we sleep in there, at least. We usually just sleep in hotel rooms after shows.”

You contently smile and place your luggage in the small hallway, you weren’t even going to bother unpacking since the bus would be dropping you off at a hotel later that night anyways.

Josh decided it was time for everyone to disperse and come back before the show tonight. That meant you and Jake had a few hours to yourselves. He approaches you once Josh is done talking.

“You wanna head out?” he asked, sliding an arm around your waist. You can tell he already had a bit of an idea of what he had in mind. “We have some time before management wants us at the venue.”

“We have about-” You glance down to check the time on your phone. “About four hours? What do you have in mind?”

“Let me take you shopping. Let me spoil you as a sign of my gratitude. I want to spoil my woman.” He smirks.

You nod, his words creating a heat in your abdomen. “Sounds nice.” He kept calling you ‘my woman’ and ‘my girl’, but he hasn’t made any effort to actually make you his.

He slides on his flannel coat, puts his keys in his pocket, and grabs your hand. He was more than ready to do exactly what he wanted, and that was to spoil you.

At the mall, you were too shy to spend his money. A few items in a couple of windows had caught your eye, and Jake started to pick up on it.

“You wanna go in here?” He asked, snapping you from your gaze at the very expensive and revealing upscale top.

“If you want.” You shrug, nonchalantly. Obviously, you wanted the top, but you definitely didn't want Jake to spend his hard earned money on you.

He managed to spot the exact top and that you were eyeing up in the window.

“You’d look so…desirable. So…tempting.” His face became red, he was obviously imagining you wearing the top. “I’m buying it. For you.” He leaned in closer, his voice coming to a whisper. “And me.”

All you could do was blush. No man has ever done as much for you as Jake has, let alone give you a shopping spree. He decided he was going to pick out a full blown outfit for you, on top of the shirt he already picked up. He came back to you with a white miniskirt and a black faux leather corset top. You're unsure of the outfit, but would do anything to make him happy.

He saw the doubt in your face as he sent you off to the fitting rooms.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I-just-I don’t think these will look good on me.”

He strokes your cheek and looks into your eyes. He knows you feel insecure.

“You're beautiful. hell, beautiful is an understatement. You always manage to leave me speechless.” His eyes glistened. “Nothing I can say can actually match the amount of beauty you have.”

You smile, a rosy tint coming across your cheeks. You grab the hangers out of his hands and turn into the fitting room. You opt not to show him the clothes, as you would rather have it be a surprise when you wear it out for the first time.

The next store, he buys you a tight black dress, one that you know will have him going crazy.

And then, you pass by a lingerie store. You wanted to go in to be a bit of a tease and you can’t help but notice Jake is avoiding it. It seems he doesn’t want to get all riled up just yet, with nowhere to go to release the steam.

Jake sees you approaching the store and realizes he’s made a terrible decision. But deep down he knows the outcome will be worth it.

“Jake…” you lightly tug on his arm.

“Yes baby?” He answers sweetly.

“Will you…pick out something for me. Something for you?” You whisper in his ear. All innocence you had prior to entering the shop was now gone.

His eyes go wide, you obviously caught him off guard. “Of course baby. Anything for you.”

“Thank you baby.” You rub his shoulder. “Pick out something you want to fuck me in…even better, pick out something you want to rip off of me before you fuck me.” You bite your lip as you look at him, his face and body language now filled with arousal.

His breath hitched in his throat. He doesn’t say a single word more before he’s turned around, browsing the racks for the perfect item. You knew he would imagine you in just about everything in the entire shop.

A few minutes later, he returned to you with a few sets. One was a velvet deep purple, almost a reddish color set. The other was just a plain black lace bodysuit.

You choose a burgundy set, the panties have bows tying the sides together and the bra has a big bow in the front. You turn to him to get his approval.

“Burgundy, again?” He asks, his eyes wide.

“Well, now I know it’s your favorite color.” You give him a smirk.

He picks up a pair of white mesh crotch less panties, tiny red hearts scattering all over the fabric. He holds up the panties and takes a step back. He’s admiring you while also proud of his choice.

“Don’t you think those are…a little…too crazy?” Picking them up and putting your fingers through the hole at the crotch. You grow nervous at his response.

“Oh baby, you clearly don’t know me too well.” He smirks. “But you’ll find out soon enough.”

He picks out a few more pieces and hands you all the lingerie and directs you to the fitting rooms. This time, he wants to see what each item looks like on your body that you’re trying on.

After a few moments, he calls out to you.

“You almost done in there?” He shouts through the curtain.

“Yes sweetheart, just making sure I look good enough for you to see me.” You tease.

You hear him chuckle to himself, he’s obviously getting riled up. You slowly pull back the curtain and lure him into the fitting room with you.

He doesn’t even have a chance to examine the burgundy set you have on before his eyes are wide and his hands are roaming your silhouette.

“Beautiful. As always.” His fingers dig into your waist as he pulls you into him. You feel his large growing bulge press up against your stomach. You give him begging eyes, filled with lust before you push him away. Teasing him in every way you can knowing he can’t do anything here.

“Y/N…” he softly whines. “Please baby, I need you. Right here, right now.”

“Jake we’re in public, this isn’t the place. Don’t you wanna see the rest of the outfits?”

“I do, but I’m going to want to take you right here. Don’t make me wait much longer, baby.” He pleads.

You lightly shove him out of the small room and continue to try on the sets. He ends up buying you every single set you tried on. He was urgent to take you home so he could fuck you senseless in the new sets he just bought, but first wanted to take you to other stores first.

“I want to buy you a new handbag…but we’ll have to put a rain check on that.” He tells you, he’s obviously about to bust through his tight jeans at any second.

“Awww…that’s just too bad. I really would’ve loved a new handbag.” You say innocently, but deep down you’re doing it just to be a tease. You love to egg him on.

He lets out a soft moan, his throbbing cock is very visible through his pants. He can’t help but fall victim to your innocent self. “Let’s go baby, let’s get you that handbag. And anything else you want.” He ultimately decides that your needs are greater than his current situation. He can deal with that later.

You never had a nice bag before. You’ve put a little bit of thought into what kind of bag you would want if you could ever get one. You always happened to love Dior, but were never able to afford anything for yourself.

“Dior.” You say quietly.

“Dior? Let’s go.” He replies, grabbing your hand and taking you in the direction of the Dior store.

As you entered the brightly lit designer store, Jake turned to you once more. “You see anything you like, you tell me. Got it?”

You give him a shy nod before heading over to a certain bag you had your eye on for a while now. It was a black saddle bag. You took a quick glance at the price tag. $4,400. Your eyes went wide and you let out a gasp.

Jake slid past you, his hands reaching for the bag. “Don’t look at that.” He examines the bag to make sure it has no blemishes. “Only top notch quality for my girl.”

“Jake-” You start to hesitate. “Am I really your girl? You keep calling me that bu-”

He cut you off. “I want to be able to call you mine. I want to make it official with you, but my life is going to be crazy right now with tour an’ all, but you'll always be my top priority. I’ll always call you mine, even if you’re truly not mine.” he shrugs, his eyes wishing they could just call you his, officially and forever. “I just want to spoil you. Who knows when the next time will be that I can do this with you? Is that such a bad thing..?” He questions, running two fingers over his mustache that’s growing in.

“Of course not.” You smile and lightly rub his shoulder. You really were thankful he was doing this for you. “I just wish we could make it official or..something.”

“We will. Sooner rather than later.” He affirms.

He takes the bag up to the register and then turns back to you. “You want anything else?” He points to a sunglass stand next to the register. “You want a pair?”

“No thank you.” You politely shake your head.

“Alright. We’ll save that for next time.” He smiles as he swipes his card, not even checking to see what the total is.

As you drive back to Josh’s house you begin to notice the silence in the car. Jake was focused on the road not really paying attention to you. You wondered if you did anything wrong. If it was out of place to ask him if you were “his girl”.

“Jake, are you okay? You’ve been a little quiet.” You place a hand on his thigh. Looking down at where your hand lies, you notice something protruding near your hand and you realize what was happening.

“Jakey, are you still riled up from earlier?” You tease slowly bringing your hands towards the bulge protruding from under his pants.

Before you can reach it a strong hand grabs you, stopping you in your tracks. “You know that was some stunt you pulled in the lingerie store. Teasing me knowing I’d want you, right then and there.”

Your hand was folded within his large hands. “You know I should punish you for that.”

“Well we really don’t have time to do that, the group is expecting us.” Feeling bold, knowing that there wasn’t much he could do while he drove.

He lets go of your hand, placing his hand back on the wheel. He glances at the clock on the dash.

“We have enough.”

“What?”

Before he could explain his thought he pulled off on the side of the road. It was beginning to get dark outside due to it getting towards the winter months. He parks the car behind a line of trees. “Get in the back.”

You sit there for a moment still confused at the situation.

“Are you not listening, Y/N? Get in the back.”

Before he could say something else you unbuckle and sit in the back, him doing the same.

“You think that was funny in the store, teasing me in the dressing room? Knowing that no matter what you said I couldn’t do anything about it. I think that deserves a punishment.”

Slightly turned on you smirk and begin to palm his bulge more making a moan escape from his mouth. Before you do anything more he grabs it and swiftly moves your body, your stomach laying against his thighs and ass in the air.

“You're gonna count to ten okay, can you do that for me baby?”

You nod your head, preparing for the impending hand that was going to be smacked on your ass.

Before you could even get the full thought out a loud smack was echoing throughout the car.

“FUCK!” You whimpered, It hurt like hell but felt so good.

“That didn’t sound like one darling. Let’s try again.”

The next slap was laid across your ass. Harder than last time.

“One.” You just barely managed to whine out.

“Come on baby louder” Followed by another slap.

“Two… AH, three!”

The last seven slaps were hard and loud. By the time it was over your ass was stinging, you could feel the heat radiating.

“Don’t tease me like that again, got it?”

He leans forward, placing a soft kiss on your ass. “Now go back and sit in the front. Hope that ass of yours is ready for the hour ride to the hotel.”

The ride back was short and quiet. That was different from what you experienced with him before. But you liked it, it was sexy. Before you knew it you were back to the tour bus where you were met with Sam and Danny playing their guitars on the steps of the tour bus while Josh and Graham were sitting inside chatting about who knows what.

You got out of the car carefully and walked over to the guys, Jake not too far behind with bags in his hands.

“Oooo Dior. Jake really splurged on you, Y/N” Sam says in a sing-song manner. You haven’t really talked to him since the night of the release party, but things have gotten more casual between the two of you.

“Is that them?” Screamed Josh from inside the bus.

“Yeah.” Danny called back.

“Good, get them in here, it's time to leave.”

As you all hurd into the bus you begin to get comfortable and sit down on one of the two couches that were facing each other. You sit down rather fast, but are soon brought to the realization of what just happened moments before. Pain struck through your bottom and a hiss left your mouth.

“You okay Y/N?” Josh asks as he sits down at the couch in front of you.

“Yeah you okay, Y/N?” Jake asks in a concerned tone. Flashing you a smirk as he sits down next to you on the couch. Fuck him.

“Yeah I’m good. Just sat down weird I guess.” Coming up with the most random excuse but no one thought more of it, except Jake. He was staring at you and rubbing your thighs during the ride.

The hour went by seemingly fast. Lots of talk of what to expect for the tour, singing, and games. You got to get to know more about the other boys and they were all amazing. Such sweet caring guys who truly loved what they were doing in life.

As the tour bus pulled up to the hotel everyone filed out of the bus with their belongings. You were met with a tall man in a suit in the lobby. “Hello boys…and girl?”

Josh brings him into a hug and greets him. “Tom, this is Y/N our hair stylist for the shows. She’s going to be staying with us since she will also be a guest of one of our band mates.” Before elbowing Jake in the side.

“Hello Y/N, nice to meet you. I’m Tom, the boys' manager.” He held out a hand and you connected with his, giving it a firm shake.

“Nice to meet you.” You say with a smile. You all begin to grab your belongings and make your way into the lobby getting your keycards.

Jake brought you to the hotel room so you could drop off your stuff. You would be staying with him for the entirety of the tour, and you were looking forward to it.

As you sat your stuff down, and just then something came over you. You needed his touch. You begin to walk over to him and right as he begins to turn around you grab the sides of his face and bring him into a deep kiss.

He grabs your waist and deepens the kiss without a second thought. Your tongues battling each other for dominance. As you break away you take a look at him, absolutely infatuated by him. “That sure was something you just pulled in the car.”

“Yeah sorry if it was a bit much, I hope it was okay. Did I overstep?”

“No, no it was good. I haven’t experienced anything like that before. It was different.”

“I’m glad, well in that case, there will be more of that in the future.” He says with a smirk before pressing one last kiss into your lips before bringing you out of the room. Right after you leave you remembered your tools for tonight.

“Oh wait Jake, I forgot my hair tools.” You swipe your card in the door and quickly get in and grab your things. But before you left you grabbed one last thing, shoving it deep into your bag. You quickly join Jake back in the hallway before returning to the lobby. Seeing that everyone was there except for Josh.

“Perfect, only one more person. Can he ever be on time? Danny asked the group. Almost as if he had been summoned, Josh reveals himself from the elevator with his arms out by his sides, presenting himself as some kind of god.

“I am here everyone, don't you worry!” Josh announces his presence as the elevator doors swing open. Jake rolls his eyes. Everyone grabs their things to head out.

Back on the bus, you went driving another 25 minutes to get to the arena.

You put on the final touches of Josh’s hair, him being extra needy. It was no surprise he needed his hair to look perfect.

You find Jake strumming his guitar in the corner of the green room as a little warm up. You place your hand on his leg to help comfort any anxiety he has before the show.

He places his guitar behind him and clutches your hand in his.

“Good luck out there. I’ll be cheering from the wings.” You rub your hands over his bare chest.

“I’ll be counting on it. But don’t distract me.” He smirks at you, giving you a knowing look.

He grabs the back of your head and gently pulls you in for a kiss. Your lips intertwine together and a fire pools in your stomach.

Tom walks over as Jake brings you out of the kiss. “It’s time to go on, boys.” He snaps Jake out of his daydream.

“And so the show begins.” He pulls away, his eyes longing for you as he begins to make his way out of the room and onto the stage.

You decide this is the perfect opportunity to surprise Jake with something. You pull out the very black dress Jake had bought for you earlier that day and slip it on. He is going to go off the rails when he sees you in it. You hear the crowd going absolutely insane- the curtain must have fallen by now. You rush to the wing, making sure you have a good view of Jake. The Falling Sky was still being played and a few moments later, Graham was by your side listening to the music play with you.

“Y/N, I’m so glad I finally got to meet you. If only you knew how much Jake goes on about you.” He leans into your ear.

“Aw, Graham. That's so sweet of you.” You smile to yourself. “So, You and Josh, Eh?”

“Mhm.” He smiles. “We met in middle school. Liked him since the very day I saw him. Finally grew the balls to ask him to prom senior year.” He laughs. “Been in love ever since.”

“That's some true love.” You shoot him a warm smile. “Jake and I met-”

“At the record store. Trust me, I know. Jake never shuts up about it. Says the sun was shining just as bright as you were that day.”

“Josh is so lucky to have you.” You offer a friendly embrace.

“So is Jake.” He reciprocates the gesture. “I need to tell you, Jake is a special guy. He’s never clicked with a girl like this before. He once thought he would never find love, that was a really hard time for him. So, please, cherish him, like he deserves.”

You really appreciated what Graham was telling you. It truly was giving you more insight into your own relationship, somehow. You truly loved how Graham had known Jake all these years. You wanted to hear all the funny high school stories of him. But that could wait for another day.

“Thank you Graham. We aren’t official yet, but I can feel it happening.”

He nudges you softly in the arm and sends you a friendly wink. “I have a good feeling about it.”

“Me too.” You contently sigh as you turn your attention back to Jake. He’s staring you down, admiring your curvy figure. It got him heated to witness you wearing the dress he bought for you earlier that day.

Your attention was torn away from Jake when Graham was handing you a shot.

“Vodka?” You ask.

“Yes ma’am.”

You take the shot from him. “Just straight?”

“Yeah, well, Im gay.” He jokes.

You turn to focus back on Jake, not wanting to miss another second of him playing. To your surprise Jake was blowing a girl a kiss, and giving her a suggestive look.

You were surprised. You were just told all this information about Jake, how he doesn’t fall for women that often and easily, and love comes rare for him. but here he is, flirting with women on stage. In fact, all of them were doing it, and Graham didn’t seem to be bothered. So you just pushed it off for now. The weight rested on your chest for the remainder of the show.

During Danny’s drum solo, you turn to Graham once more.

“I'm so proud of them. I’ve only heard them play a few times but I'm more than impressed.”

“Me too”, tears welling in his eyes. “Especially Jake, this band was all his idea. Josh, he devoted his entire life to his brother's dream. Now that's dedication!” He laughed.

“Hey, a dream can really go a long way if you put your mind to it.” You tell him. “And I'm not surprised. Jake has some serious determination in him.”

After the boys made their way to the B-stage, they played a few songs, and then one you have never heard before. The small section was entirely acoustic and it was so intimate.

The small intimate set was over after just a few short songs and you notice they all grab a small bouquet of white roses. As Jake grabs his bouquet from a crew member, he begins to walk back to the main stage. Crowds of fans are all around them, reaching out just to get a small glimpse of their favorite band.

You watch closely as Jake hands a rose to one girl in particular, a beautiful girl to say the least. She looked the complete opposite of you, she was tall and thin, had her shiny blonde hair perfectly on display, her tan skin glistening under the stage lights, and her bright blue eyes brighter than the morning sky. She was everything you weren’t, and your heart sunk into your stomach at the interaction. You couldn’t help but be filled with jealousy at the sight. He shoots her a wink as his hands brush against hers, sending the jealousy in your stomach to fill your entire body.

You weren’t even with him? Why were you feeling this way? Graham didn’t seem to mind when Josh handed out roses, so why did you?

Graham sees the change in your demeanor. He can see the jealousy, it’s written all over your face. “You okay?”

“Yeah!” You could play a good poker face if the occasion called for it.

After the concert the boys made their way back to the dressing room. Jake couldn’t keep his eyes off you, and it was very obvious. He noticed you had on the dress he bought, that being one of many reasons he was staring.

Everyone had decided they wanted to celebrate by going to the bar. On the way, you sat next to Jake in the car ride over. You were particularly quiet, while he was still carrying out the adrenaline rush that the show had caused him.

Once you arrived at the bar, you all filed in one by one. Jake immediately ran over to the bar, two drinks in hand when he returned to you.

“Old fashioned, m’lady?” He did a little curtsey motion to present the drink to you.

“Hmm, thank you, sir.” You grabbed the drink from him and took a small sip.

After everyone got their drinks, they all came back together. You stood next to Danny and Josh, you hadn’t really had the opportunity to talk to them since this morning.

“Josh, the show was so great!” you took him by the shoulders and gently shook him.

“Did you see the crowd during Light My Love? They were swaying, holding up flags! It was the real deal!” He was beaming with pride. “I think sharing my truth was the best decision I made.” He softly smiles.

You listen delightedly, genuinely interested in what he is saying. “You and Graham are very cute together.” You politely chime in. “He compliments you perfectly.”

Josh gives you a grateful smile. “Thanks Y/N, same with you and Jake. The world just doesn’t know about Graham yet, so…” He puts a finger over his mouth as a signal to not share that information.

You reassure him with a nod, and as you open your mouth to speak, you get a notification on your phone. It was a text from Jake.

12:39 a.m.

Jake: You look so gorgeous. Just wait until I have you all to myself tonight ;)

You glance up to look at him, your eyes wide by the message you just read from him. He's looking straight at you with heavy eyelids, his eyes full of desire and lust. His wandering and suggestive eyes travel up and down your body.

12:40 a.m.

You: From the looks of it, I’m not the only person you wanted tonight.

Your finger glides around the screen before you press the send button. Your eyes shoot to his, trying to scope out his reaction. He buries his face in his phone as he reads the text from you. His brows furrowed and his lips turned downward. He looks back at you, a questioning look coming across his face.

The rest of the night you give him the cold shoulder, leaving him to wonder what he did wrong. Until you got back to the hotel, that is.

As you swipe the keycard you could feel Jake close behind you. He had been quiet the whole ride home and was confused by the situation. Were you overreacting? Was this normal? You were so new to this and didn’t know what to expect from this tour, but this sure wasn’t it.

As you lay your bags on the ground, trying to make a cut to the bathroom to shower before Jake could say something, you were grabbed by your wrist, spinning to face Jake.

“What was that text about Y/N? I didn’t even talk to anyone tonight.”

You were silent, not knowing what to say.

“Hello Y/N, what is wrong? I don’t know how to help if you don’t tell me.”

You twist your wrist around trying to loosen his grip for an escape, but he held strong.

“Why were you being so flirty to those girls in the audience? I thought I was ‘yours’.”

“You are, just not to the public. And what you saw is just the lifestyle. That’s how you act towards everyone when you’re in this industry.”

“So when Sam flirts with me, and I don’t even flirt back, you get mad, but when you flirt with a random girl in the audience it's okay?”

“Thats differ….”

“Different? I don’t think so Jake.”

“Listen, I know it's new to you, but you'll have to get used to it.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and scoff. You didn’t understand how he was comfortable flirting with other girls and then continued to say that he was committed to you. You flung your wrist away and continued to the bathroom.

“I’m done talking to you for the night, you can say what you want but it’s not going to make me feel better about what happened.”

As you begin to shut the door, he stops you yet again by stepping in front of the door.

“I don’t like your attitude Y/N. Do you not remember what happened in the car a few hours ago?”

You stayed silent. Staring right at him deeply into his dark eyes. Not letting yourself crack from tension that was building between you. You could tell where this was starting to go, but wouldn’t let yourself break under pressure.

“Silent treatment. Okay.” He pauses for a moment, giving you one final moment to say something before things get crazy. You didn’t know how much longer the tension would build before someone made the first move.

“You know what? fine. I guess I’ll have to fuck the answer out of you.”

Before you knew it, you were met with Jake’s lips crashing against yours. You gave in and grabbed his waist pulling him in closer. Jake's hands slowly slid from the sides of your face to your hips and finally your ass. Grabbing it hard eliciting a whimper from your mouth. Fuck. You needed him.

“Oh would you look at that, you are able to make sounds. What do you want, baby? Just say it, that’s all you need to do.”

You could see the cockiness in his eyes, he knew he was making you crack. But you wouldn’t fall that easily. You stood there in silence not wanting to make any more gestures. Jake gives you one more look up and down before lifting you from the ground and carrying you to the bed. Laying you down on your back.

Jake stood standing in front of you, playing with the hem of your dress. “I think this should come off, don't you think?”

You laid in silence, screaming yes over and over in your head.

He began hiking up your dress so your lower half was exposed. Pulling your black panties down to your ankles before holding them tight in his hand.

“Someone wasn’t as mad as they led on, huh? What made you so wet baby? Did you like seeing me up there on stage? Or was me degrading you turning you on?”

You didn’t say a thing. There were so many things that turned you on. The way his fingers moved on the guitar. The way the sweat laid on his chest. The way he looked at you after the show. But you wouldn’t crack.

“You think you’re so fucking strong? We’ll see how long you can last before you say something. I reckon it won’t take much time.” He began to trace his finger up your slit, coming ever so close to your clit but stopping right before connection. He brought his finger up to your mouth.

“Open baby, taste how wet you are. How much of a slut you are for me.”

Holy shit, why was this so hot? You didn’t understand. You open your mouth just enough and before you knew it he shoved his whole finger in your mouth. Sucking on it as he pulled it out.

The smirk on his face said a thousand words. “Fuck baby, you’re such a good girl, you know that? A good girl would also talk to me. If you do that you won’t have to be teased, you don't want to go through that do you?”

Nothing.

“Okay, I see how it is.”

He brought his hands down to his belt, quickly undoing it and lowering his pants and boxers. He pulled you fast so your knees were at the edge of the bed. He flipped you onto your stomach, grabbing your hands and bringing them together on your back. You felt the leather from his belt being wrapped around your wrist and secured tightly from the buckle. He leaned down towards your ear whispering, “All you have to say is stop, okay baby?” You nod so he knows that you are okay with it, not wanting to joke about the consent. “But you also have to say if you want it baby.” With a smack on your ass you were flipped back around with your hands beneath you.

He grabbed a pillow, lifting you up and sliding it under your ass. Some pressure being lifted off your hands. You look down to him and see him bring his cock towards your slit. He begins to tease you, rubbing it up and down your center. With a couple more glides you were arching and biting your lips to hold your noises in.

“What's wrong baby, do you need something? Talk to me, what do you want?”

He continues to slide it up and down and begins to rub it against your clit.

“Fu-ck…” Damn it. You shut your mouth fast.

“What was that baby? You want my cock Y/N? Tell me you want it.”

He slides it down a little more reaching your entrance. He begins to push in, only getting to the tip, and pulling it right back out just to tease you. He continues to do it over and over again, you could only take so much. After the 8th or 9th time you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please Jake, I need you. Fuck me, I need your cock in me.”

He leaned down to your ear. “Now was that so hard baby?”

Before you knew it he pounded into you. Not giving you any time to adjust he was quickly going in and out of you, hard. From all the foreplay you didn’t know how long you would last. His head swung back as you clenched the walls of your pussy around him.

“Fuck Y/N.” He groaned.

He lifted your hips up even more, getting a deeper angle. His moves were getting sloppy, but still hard and forceful. You were reaching towards your climax.

“Jake.. I’m gonna..”

“Not until you ask, ask me baby. Ask daddy for permission.”

“Jake, please let me cum.”

He continued pounding into you, you couldn’t hold it in much longer. He held so much power and from the look on his face he knew he did too.

“Go ahead baby, cum for me.”

With that you release around him. A wash of pleasure flowing over your body. Not too far after you climax, you feel him twitch within you and fill you with his warm fluids.

He falls onto you, breathing hard. He lays a kiss into your neck before getting up and lifting you up, undoing the belt around your wrist. He ran to the bathroom and cleaned you up before getting pjs from your bag.

You shake your arms out, still a little sore from the pressure of your body laying on them. He took off the rest of your dress and pulled your shirt over your head and helped you put the pants on.

You both stood and Jake pulled the sheets back on the bed. You got comfortable in the bed, still calming your breath from before. Jake sits and turns towards you.

“Listen Y/N, I am sorry it made you uncomfortable. I guess I never really noticed what I was doing. I don’t want you to think that I want anyone else but you. I will try to calm it down, okay?”

“Okay Jake, I’m sorry if I exaggerated. I’m just not used to it.”

“It’s okay, I’m gonna try to do better.”

He brings you in and kisses you. He turns off the lamp beside him and lays beside you. Bringing you into him. You felt a lot better after tonight. Being able to talk it out, after a lot of teasing and convincing. But you felt that tomorrow would be much better, and you would be able to enjoy the show without having to feel jealous.

Or so you thought.

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Strangers All At Once: Burning

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Pairing: Sophie Beckett x Benedict Bridgerton

Summary: Sophie's lying to herself and everyone around... and how does Benedict really feel? Can they sort out this mess or will someone have to meddle?

Can't even begin to explain This all too well familiar pain That comes, and it goes, but it gets in my bones all the same, mmm Well, maybe I'm a fool for falling in love with you When I had nothing left to lose And nothing more I could give, went down with your sinking ship Now I don't think I'll make it through, through Now it's only the beat of my heart That reminds me not to stare at the sparks Can't set fire to my soul Just to keep ya, keep ya, keep ya from burning alone

How Sophie made it home she’d never know. She’d cried all the way home, she was sure of it.

How could she have been so stupid? She’d felt like she’d had nothing left to lose, felt like there was nothing left in her heart and soul to break but she’d been wrong.

She’d somehow, in the space of four weeks, fallen back in love with Benedict, or perhaps she’d never fallen out of love and her head finally gave in to remember what her heart had always felt…

She felt like a fool for falling in love with him.

He was a Bridgerton. A fucking bridgerton and she was a nobody. She was an orphan. She was a bastard. Her parents had never been married. A man like Benedict Bridgerton would never love someone like her… Araminta had told her that and she’d refused to believe it and she’d let herself hope. Convinced herself that he did love her but then she’d heard him say what he’d said…

And she’d left, heartbroken and wrecked… thinking that nothing would hurt as much ever again…

But then this time… standing there and hearing him saying the same things… how it had clearly meant nothing… 

It broke her all over again and what was worse to her was that Violet had seen and heard…

Sophie wondered if she’d even be able to make it through the wedding…

But as she lay in her bed that evening she realised that even after the wedding… if she wanted to be in Kate’s life… Benedict was always going to be there…

Christenings for any of Kate’s kids, family gatherings for Kate’s birthday… he was going to be Uncle to those kids, he was going to be Kate’s brother in law. She’d never escape him.

He was going to be there, the memories would always resurface every time she saw him and she knew in her heart that no matter what… she was never getting over him.

The following morning she made her way to the cafe, michael and phillip had arrived early to help her set up and with the bread orders for the day and had asked her about how dinner had gone, Michael saw the pain in her face, the gaunt look behind her eyes and he knew something had gone wrong.

Sophie just shook her head “it’s fine. Just… if a Bridgerton comes in today… i am not here” she said and disappeared into the back and refused to talk about it.

The pain she felt was all too familiar, it was a pain she’d thought she’d left behind. She didn’t even know how to explain it to them, they would never understand. But it was a pain that went down to her bones.

It was too much and she knew she’d have some decisions to make about if she was to even stay here or if she should leave England forever.

~*~

Benedict had hated lying to his family, he rarely lied to them but when it came to Sophie he had to play his cards close to his chest.

Dinner had been amazing, they’d joked about, they’d flirted a little and he’d even held her hand for a moment when Simon had made a comment about how nice it was to have everyone together again and they had almost kissed again in the kitchen, he’d leaned over her to get the wine glasses from the top shelf and he’d nearly dropped one on her head and he’d rubbed her cheek with his hand and when he’d gone to move it away, she’d placed her hand on his and they’d leaned in, closer and closer and then the door flew open and Kate had come in…

Sophie had froze and fled and Benedict had been lost in his own world as Sophie had gone to help his mother clear the cakes away and that was when his siblings had started. He knew it was from a place of care and love and Kate had backed him up but when he snapped at Colin “It doesn’t matter what it looks like. It was 3 months two years ago. It meant nothing. If she means nothing to me she should mean nothing to you! She’s Kate’s friend, so we have no choice but to be nice to her” he’d known it was a lie. It was said in a panic and was the only thing he could think of to get his siblings off his back. 

It was a lie, every word but his siblings didn’t know what it was like. To love someone who just… left you high and dry without even giving you a proper reason. He just wanted them off his back.

He wasn’t over it. He was never going to be over it. He loved her. He was always going to love her. It had been everything to him and she meant everything to him now. He’d just hoped that maybe… just maybe that she felt the same way. 

But after his outbreak and Kate’s scowl and threat of pain of death if they did anything to scare off her best friend and maid of honour… they’d backed down, just as his mother returned, a rather serious look on her face as she’d said Sophie’d had to leave for an emergency at the cafe and he felt disappointed that she’d left without saying goodbye.

What confused him even more was his mother asking Kate if she could have a private word with her.

Benedict had tried to message Sophie to ask if everything was okay but the reply didn’t come through until the following afternoon saying everything was okay and it was just a faulty oven.

He’d asked her if she wanted to meet up and discuss plans for the wedding but she said she had too much to do over the next few weeks… but they could text and it had upset him and he wondered if something had happened.

He’d tried to visit her a few days later but Phillip had just said she wasn’t there and she was busy… even when Fran, El and Colin had all tried to go to the cafe, none of them had been able to see her or allowed to see her, though Eloise was sure she’d seen the blonde curls duck behind the counter and disappear out the back before she’d entered the cafe and the entire thing just confused Benedict even more.

He felt like Sophie was avoiding him and when he’d asked her as much she’d replied saying she wasn’t but she was just busy as Kate’s wedding cake wasn’t the only one she was doing…

He felt forlorn and shattered and like she was pushing him away all over again and to top it all off, his mother and Kate were both being off with him and he had no idea why but he knew he had other things to worry about at the moment… tomorrow night was the hen and stag do and though they were going out separately they were all supposed to meet up and he was hoping, he was planning to try and talk to Sophie then, she was a friendly and flirty drunk and he had a bit of a plan… he just hoped that he’d be able to pull it off.

~*~

Sophie felt pleased with herself, she’d avoided anyone with a connection to any of the Bridgerton’s for a week.

She still had no idea if she was going to leave or stay once the wedding was over but she knew she wasn’t going to be able to avoid them forever.

She’d gone through the last five weeks in her mind, the way they’d grown closer again, laughing and joking over Anthony getting stressed about flowers and napkins for the tables. Talking about Benedict’s best man’s speech and they’d even talked about how they’d been instrumental in Kate and Anthony getting together once they realised they knew one another.

They had skirted around the subject of them, their past but they’d come close but never as close as they had in the Aubrey Hall garage.

They’d even nearly kissed twice. The first time had been an almost magical moment, Sophie had been showing him her designs for the wedding cake, it had been based on one of Benedict’s sketches, a drawing of Aubrey Hall and the pall mall game that had ultimately gotten Kate and Anthony together, it had been a magical day and both of them had been lost in the memory. It had been the first time Sophie had really met his family, they’d distracted one another during the game and they’d ended up in the tree house and spent the night below the stars, making love and whispering sweet nothings to one another…

Both of them had been lost in the memory, drawing closer and closer together and then Michael had burst into the office…

And then the second time had been the night he broke her heart again, in the kitchen where she’d been so close to telling him that she loved him, where she’d gushed to Violet that she had fallen in love with Benedict only two days before she’d left, before he’d broken her heart the very next day.

She’d hoped she’d be able to avoid any connection to the Bridgerton’s until the night of the hen and stag do’s but she had to know the Gods were not on her side.

She was sat in the office late the night before the Hen do, doing paperwork and balancing her books and she’d assumed that Michael who had been on the late shift had already left when her door flew open and when she looked up, expecting to see Michael in there with his usual smirk saying he was done and telling her he was off on a date as was the norm on a friday night but instead was greeted by the face of her best friend.

“Kate? What the hell are you doing here?” Sophie asked, confusion on her face.

“Well you’ve basically barred any Bridgerton seeing you all week and i know there wasn’t an emergency here last week when you left, though why Violet covered for you i’ll never know… but honestly Soph, i’m a bit worried about you and i wanted to make sure you’re okay” Kate replied

“I am fine, just busy getting all this done and ordering all the things for your wedding food and cake” Sophie said evasively.

“I get that, but that doesn’t explain why you’ve had the chuckle brothers saying you’ve not been here all week… at least to anyone who is a Bridgerton. Mary saw you in here yesterday” Kate replied

Sophie sighed “it’s complicated Kate, it’s just… been a bit harder than i thought seeing Benedict and all the Bridgerton’s again and I just… needed a bit of space”

This was close to the truth. 

“I don’t get how it’s that complicated, I saw you guys, if i’d been a few seconds later I’m sure i’d have walked in on you snogging Ben’s face off…” Kate replied

Sophie sighed “it just is” she replied, avoiding mentioning that almost kiss.

“Soph, what the hell happened between the two of you… i’ve known you for years and you’d never been happier than you had been with Benedict…then you just… upped and left! I know you loved him, I heard you talking to Violet… So what the hell happened?!” Kate demanded, her arms crossed

“Nothing happened. It just… wasn’t working. It doesn’t matter if it is in the past. It meant nothing to him, it meant nothing…” Sophie swallowed, fighting back the tears “it meant nothing” she repeated, hoping that if she kept repeating it that it wouldn’t hurt anymore and that she herself would start to believe it.

“Bull shit” Kate called “Sophie, if it meant nothing you’d have not fled to France”

“I’d been planning to go before I met Benedict, I just postponed it. It was always in my plans to go…” Sophie said

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“I tried but whenever I tried to bring it up before Benedict you were just complaining about Anthony, even when you got together and I tried to mention it before we left Aubrey Hall, I tried to tell you… i tried to tell you what was going on, but…” Sophie said

“But I was too wrapped up…?” Kate said feeling guilty, wondering if Sophie had tried to talk to her about Benedict and what was going on there as well and she’d just been wrapped up in her new relationship, besting Anthony in Pall Mall… and everything in between.

Sophie just shrugged a sad heartbroken look on her face “it is what it is Kate, but honestly, don’t worry, it’s in the past” 

Kate saw the look on her best friend's face and she knew there was more to this than she was letting on. She wanted to bring up that Violet had talked to her, that she knew Sophie had overheard Benedict’s tirade to his siblings but she had no idea how Benedict felt and she knew if she pushed Sophie into saying something to Benedict, about how she felt and he didn’t feel the same, though she was sure he did, it would shatter her best friend and she’d never see her again.

But she had to find out what had happened between her and Benedict in the first place, Violet had told her of her assumptions and theory and she knew she had to get Sophie to open up. To tell her everything…

There was one thing in this world that would get Sophie talking, to get her to tell her what was going on, something she’d learned at University and how she found out about this shit Araminta put her through… 

And that thing was tequila…

[brainrotarchive]

Where was I on November 5th 2020? I honestly don’t know but I remember the early morning hours of November 6th 2020. I was at home, peacefully sleeping and probably skipping classes. And I woke up to check my phone and was confronted with a string of messages that would change me forever. At this time I haven’t been actively watching supernatural since the beginning of season 14 because I was going through some shit and it’s not a good show, let’s be honest. And on that faithful morning my friend- the same friend that had told me years earlier to check out this really cool monster hunter show and accidentally introduced me to the worst brain rot inducing shit I’ve ever seen- texted me as followed (roughly translated):

8:30am: uhm

8:30am: what’s happening on tumblr destiel is canon?

8:31am: well cas said he’s totally in love with dean or smth

8:32am: that’s wild

8:32am: how many seasons were there? 11?

and then I woke up and replied, still very composed and confused (I think she stopped watching after season 8)

8:58am: no idea wtf

8:58m: yea I just googled

8:59am: apparently cas confessed his love

then it slowly started to sink in

8:59am: I WOKE UP A MINUTE AGO FR

8:59am: WHAT

I suppressed most of my memories of my thoughts and feelings in that moment but luckily I sent a voice message and explained it to her. I think I was crying??? Maybe I was just sick and tired. Anyways, I googled what’s going on and read a news article about what happened and how they immediately killed cas and I was devastated without having seen the episode at all. I remember my whole mind being occupied that day with nothing but my 15 yo biggest dream coming true in the worst possible way. I wasn’t on tumblr much during that time but the chaos was so present even in my real life that day. It’s safe to say that Cas’ love confession kicked a screw loose in my brain and I haven’t been fully sane since.

In the days that followed I watched the speculations about the last two episodes of the show with anticipation and hope on tiktok. And when the finale came out I had caught up with all the episodes I haven’t seen yet. I remember sobbing when I watched Cas’ confession and when I watched the finale I was so deeply disturbed by how awful it was I couldn’t even feel sad about Dean (one of my favorite characters ever created). All I could do was stare at the screen in shock and disappointment. The rest is history: Dean reciprocated his feelings but only in Spanish, I made an ao3 account to somehow cope with my feelings of rage and need for gay happy love and fix-it fics, I got sucked back into the brain rot at full force and even created an epic powerpoint to share my insanity with my poor innocent friends, Biden won the election.

On December 14th 2020 I texted my dearest friend @awhora and it’s still true to this day:

1:54am: I haven’t had a good night of sleep since destiel went canon for the first time

There’ll be no peace when you are done.

[philadelphia-hq]

“You saw the stars out in front of you, too tempting not to touch.”

CORINNE DOWTH

Age: 30 Gender and pronouns: Female, She/Her Occupation: Zookeeper at the Philadelphia Zoo Neighborhood: Fishtown

BIOGRAPHY

tw: childhood neglect, drugs/substance abuse, descriptions of disordered eating

Living a long life before you even turn 21 leaves you exhausted.  Leaves you wanting a simple life.  One filled with creature comforts, a stable job, and if you were lucky, maybe someone to love.  That was happiness after a life of chaos.  But it’s not something Cory would find until she was much older.

Being born to parents who believe you can do anything you want to in life sounds like it should be a gift.  And it is, when said parents believe that sentiment within reason.  But when all you’re fed is sweetness, cavities are inevitable.  --- The Dowths were not responsible parents.  They weren’t bad people by any means, but they were dreamers without a firm grasp on reality, naive in a sense.  They believed their love would keep the lights on and their dreams would keep the fridge stocked.  They loved Cory but they were forgetful and didn’t see the point in some of the time tested statutes of parenting, leaving their young child neglected in the most thoughtlessly insidious of ways.

She was the child that went to school hungry or filled with sugar, not because they didn’t have the money to buy food (although sometimes they didn’t), but sometimes they forgot, or failed to realize that leaving a 6 year old with food that required a stove to cook would only leave you with a hungry child, a burnt pot, and a smoke filled but (thankfully) intact home.  Dirty clothes because they were too involved in their next project to run the wash.  Unbrushed hair because ‘just because every girl has pig tails doesn’t mean you need to, love, express yourself!’.    

Many children in this position would, unfortunately, grow up, and fast.  Learn to take care of themselves.  Cory was not this child.  Instead, she mirrored her parents, doing whatever she wanted, following whatever passing whim caught her eye that week.  Eventually something caught her eye that was more than a whim: ballet.  Looking back, she now realizes it was probably the semblance of routine and rigidity that appealed to her.  But convinced she had found her ‘calling’ and ‘passion’, her parents encouraged her heavily to pursue her ‘dream’ by whatever means necessary.  Eventually, this led to her dropping out of school with the assurance from her parents that she could always get her GED later if she wanted.  

She went wherever the dream took her, doing whatever it asked of her.  It began with commuting to New York City, then moving there, finding a way to pay for the astounding cost of living, spending every moment practicing.  Eventually she settled in, which is perhaps when her life took a turn.  All her life, she had just needed someone to tell her ‘no’, to enforce some rules upon her chaotic decisions.  But before, those decisions were nominal, inconsequential.  But now they were much more than that, and even her strict teachers and trainers didn’t care enough to give her that ruling hand if her actions weren’t affecting her dancing.  So it was fine for her to stay out all night, doing a whole other kind of dancing, because she’d be running on coke and more awake than ever when she rolled into early morning training because she hadn’t even gone to sleep yet.  It was fine that most of her daily calories came from the liquor she imbibed the night before because her food for the rest of the day would consist of a cup of black coffee and whatever snack she could scrounge up, appetite lost from said coke.  Who cared that she got brought in for drunken disorderly when she was released the same night because it wasn’t that bad and she was a pretty blonde minor who got off with a warning and tut tut from the officers?

This pattern continued until she was in her early twenties, until finally someone said something.  It was an old friend from her neighborhood back in Philly, who asked if she wanted to catch up while they visited New York.  Corinne agreed, but then proceeded to show up late and hungover.  She managed to salvage the meet up enough to convince her childhood friend to come out with her that night, only for things to well and truly blow up in her face.  To be honest, to this day Corinne can’t remember most of the night, that is except for the moment she had finished snorting something up her nose, to see the wide, unbelieving eyes of her friend staring down at her.  The conversation started with ‘What happened to you, Cory?’ and ended with her dropping such a truth bomb that Cory wanted to move out of the country and hide her head in shame.

That weekend was a rough one, as she dried to dry out and answer that exact question.  It was then she realized she had found rock bottom’s sub-level basement and had been living in it.  And sure, she didn’t move out right away, but she started looking for new places to live, so to speak.  There were setbacks, but after some time and way too much thinking, Cory made her decision.  She upped and quit dancing, moved back to Philly, got her GED, started school, got a shitty job, and started to live a life that sure, might not always feel fun, but was one she realized she was proud to live.  Eventually, she graduated, got an internship and later a job at the Philly Zoo and started in on that life.  --- Things have been strained with her parents ever since, both due to the fact they not so subtly love to imply that she gave up on her ‘dream’ and sold out, but also because she started going to therapy, and has made several large realizations about her childhood.

Some might say she over corrected in life, now the picture of responsibility and sometimes boredom.  And perhaps they aren’t wrong, maybe she is still finding that happy middle between following every impulse and settling in, but it’s called the happy middle for a reason.  

CORINNE DOWTH has the face claim of HOLLIDAY GRAINGER and is played by MAURA.

[greenbagjosh]

Tuesday 19 November 2002 - long journey home - three flight segments - change of gauge to SFO with a “jiggance clause”

19 November 2002

EN   Hi everyone!  Twenty years ago today, I ended my vacation in Germany and returned to the United States.  It would be the longest day in 2002 that I would remember, topping even the 9th January 2002 and 7th June 2002.  Luckily Portia de Rossi was not around to shout "Jiggance!" at me that day.  More will be explained later about that.  I was sad to leave Europe for the last time for 2002, but also happy to return to the USA with gifts.  

DE   Hallo allerseits! Heute vor 20 Jahren beendete ich meinen Urlaub in Deutschland und kehrte in die Vereinigten Staaten zurück. Es sollte der längste Tag im Jahr 2002 werden, an den ich mich erinnern würde, und sogar den 9. Januar 2002 und den 7. Juni 2002 übertreffen. Zum Glück war Portia de Rossi nicht da, um „Jiggance!“ zu rufen. bei mir an diesem Tag. Dazu wird später noch mehr erklärt. Ich war traurig, Europa 2002 zum letzten Mal zu verlassen, aber auch glücklich, mit Geschenken in die USA zurückzukehren.

DK   Hej allesammen! For tyve år siden i dag afsluttede jeg min ferie i Tyskland og vendte tilbage til USA. Det ville være den længste dag i 2002, jeg ville huske, og den toppede endda den 9. januar 2002 og 7. juni 2002. Heldigvis var Portia de Rossi ikke til stede for at råbe "Jiggance!" hos mig den dag. Mere vil blive forklaret senere om det. Jeg var ked af at forlade Europa for sidste gang i 2002, men også glad for at vende tilbage til USA med gaver.

SE   Hej allihopa! För tjugo år sedan idag avslutade jag min semester i Tyskland och återvände till USA. Det skulle bli den längsta dagen under 2002 som jag skulle minnas, och toppade till och med den 9 januari 2002 och 7 juni 2002. Lyckligtvis var inte Portia de Rossi med och ropade "Jiggance!" på mig den dagen. Mer kommer att förklaras senare om det. Jag var ledsen över att lämna Europa för sista gången för 2002, men jag var också glad över att återvända till USA med gåvor.

FR   Salut tout le monde! Il y a vingt ans jour pour jour, je terminais mes vacances en Allemagne et retournais aux États-Unis. Ce serait le jour le plus long de 2002 dont je me souviendrais, dépassant même le 9 janvier 2002 et le 7 juin 2002. Heureusement, Portia de Rossi n'était pas là pour crier "Jiggance!" à moi ce jour-là. Plus sera expliqué plus tard à ce sujet. J'étais triste de quitter l'Europe pour la dernière fois pour 2002, mais aussi heureux de revenir aux USA avec des cadeaux.

Guten Morgen!  Good morning!   It was the day to return back to the USA.  My almost two week long journey in Germany, Scandinavia and Switzerland came to an end.   I had to fly from Nuremberg to Frankfurt Rhein-Main airport, then to Washington Dulles, and finally to San Francisco.  It would be a long day but it would feel good to return home, and see how well the paint dried on my car after it had been in the repair shop.  

It was about 6 AM that I woke up.  I took a shower, packed my suitcase, and went downstairs for one final breakfast at the hotel.  I did not eat too much, just enough to last until I arrived at the airport.  Then I checked out.  I took the line 38 bus from Lenkersheimer Straße, changed to the U1 at Maximilianstraße, changed to the U2 at Plärrer, was easy because it was a simple walk from the platform, and I had to alight at Ziegelstein because the train terminated there.  In ten minutes another train would arrive.  Ziegelstein is unique because it has lights that will turn on when the train is at the station platform.  The lights will be animated when the train arrives and departs, and shuts off when the train has left.  Another train to the airport arrived, and I boarded.  It was a DT2.  The train went through its single tunnel and ended at the airport.  I alighted and went inside the terminal building to the departures desk.

At NUE, the airport, I went to the departures desk on the second level.  I was about three hours early for the flight.  I checked in my wheeled bag, and it would be a long time before I would see it again, likely in Washington DC for customs inspection, and again in San Francisco.  Then I was free to go through the security post.  At the time, they did not check luggage for any liquids over 100 mL, and it was not necessary back then to take off shoes or belts.  Mostly it was about electronics.  I had just my radio, camera and Siemens S40 phone that I did not use until I arrived in Washington Dulles.  

After going through security, I stopped by the souvenirs shop.  I bought some more Nürnberger Lebkuchen, as I did not know if there would be any in Frankfurt.  I sat around the gate to the flight to Frankfurt which would leave about 11 AM, and arrive about 12:15 PM.  The flight was operated by Lufthansa, and I would receive airline miles to my United Mileage Plus account, I think, 500 in total.  At 10:20 AM, the flight boarded, and I was in the Airbus A320 coach / economy class.  The plane closed its doors at 10:55 and pushed back and went to the takeoff formation about 11 AM.  The flight left Nürnberg for Frankfurt am Main.  It landed about 12:05 PM and arrived at the Concourse A part of Terminal 1, about 12:10 PM.  Everyone alighted from the aircraft.  My wheeled bag would be on its way to Washington Dulles.  I had about 45 minutes to get one last bottle of Apfelwein, so I left the secure area, went to the grocery store close to the Regionalbahnhof, and came back through security.  In 2022, this might have been impossible, because I would require access to my checked bag.  

The United Airlines flight to Washington Dulles would not depart until about 2 PM.  I was in the Terminal B part of the airport.  I had to check my passport with the German customs agents, and I received my Schengen exit stamp for the year, with "Frankfurt/Main" and 19th November 2002 as the exit date.  Then I was free to explore the Concourse B Duty Free shops and buy more booze %)  I could not drink it on the plane until I crossed the US border.  About 1:15 PM, the flight to Washington Dulles started boarding.  I had my ticket ready.  I think I was in group 4 or so.  My seat was sort of in the first third of economy class, though I could not say exactly where.  The plane I boarded was a Boeing 777.  The plane closed its doors about 1:50 PM and pushed back shortly thereafter.  The safety demonstration was live, as the screens on the seatbacks were too small to properly show a safety video, in comparison to the 2010s onward with larger screens.  The plane took off about 2:10 PM, and that was the last time in 2002 until August 2003 that I would set foot in Europe.  

The plane flew sort of on a path north of Wiesbaden, sort of south of Boppard am Rhein where I stayed in July 1991, then over Trier, Luxembourg City, Arlon in Belgium, south of Brussels, Lille, Caterham in the UK, the extreme south of Ireland and onwards past Iceland and Greenland.  About the time the plane left continental Europe, the flight crew served lunch.  Beer was free, so I ordered Heineken.  They did not have any proper German beer unfortunately, but lunch was good.  I had the beef and potatoes.  

The inflight movies included "Who is Cletis Tout" which starred Christian Slater, Tim Allen, Richard Dreyfuss, Portia de Rossi and RuPaul.  It was quite bizzare.  It was a film about an ex-convict reuniting with his elderly cellmate, sharing the spoils of a heist, and having to share it with the elderly cellmate's adult daughter.  The daughter added a so-called "Jiggance clause" where he had to behave a certain way, otherwise there would be a reduction in his share of the diamonds.  If he failed, the daughter would shout "Jiggance".  The movie is meant to be a comedy.

The flight went on for a while, the skies were sort of getting dark, but the sun did not quite go down until around 4:30 PM, when the plane landed in Washington Dulles.  Before landing, we were given a small snack and extra drink.  Also we had to fill out the customs declarations forms.  I put in my purchases that I had made, and it totalled $500 at most, not enough to send me to the "goods to declare" red lane.  Everyone alighted from the plane, upon landing at Washington Dulles, and I had to follow the purple lane, for connecting flights, as opposed to the yellow lane which was for passengers collecting their luggage at the main terminal, taking a mobile lounge from Terminal C.  The purple lane did not take too long.  For me it was fairly straightforward.  I was allowed to go into the line for US Citizens, and would have my passport checked quickly.  I handed in my passport and the customs declaration card.  My passport was stamped and the agent told me "Welcome home".  

Once my passport was stamped, I went along to pick up my wheeled bag.  I had to make sure that I could open it for inspection.  However, when I gave the customs declaration card, the agent took it and he said "thanks".  I walked to the connecting flights luggage area, and gave my wheeled bag to the agent, and I would collect it at SFO.  I left the customs area and went upstairs to the regular part of Terminal C.  I found the flight to SFO.  The flight to SFO was delayed due to an aircraft issue with the Boeing 767 plane, scheduled for that specific time.  United would find a replacement at about 7 PM.  Until then, everyone had to wait.

The ticket agents at the podium had asked some passengers to take an even later flight, as if the flight was not late enough.  There would be one to San Francisco at 9 PM, but I could not do that, because I was on an international flight already, so my body clock was six hours ahead of the current time at Washington Dulles, namely -5 GMT, as opposed to +1 GMT where I was for over a week.  A replacement flight was found, a single-row Boeing 757.  Most of the affected passengers were those with seats in the "L" position, namely if you were in a 767, there is AB DEF KL seating, there would be in a 757 a ABC DEF seating arrangement.  Luckily I was not affected, and was allowed to fly to SFO on the 7 PM flight.  At 6:10 PM, the flight boarded, and I was in my seat, ready to take off.  The flight closed its doors at 6:55 PM and it pushed back.  The safety demonstration was on the CRT monitors, complete with Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue".  The flight took off about 7:15 PM, as there was congestion.  

About 8:30 PM, the flight attendants served supper.  I had the chicken and pasta, and a white wine.  After supper, the inflight movie started.  It was on the overhead CRT monitors, and sound would be from the electronic headphone jacks.  They played "Who is Cletis Tout?".  I got to see it a second time but on a larger screen.  I did not watch all of it as my body clock said it was past 4 AM.  I slept the majority of the journey back.  The plane arrived about 9 PM in San Francisco airport, so it was like 6 AM for me.  I felt a bit groggy waking up after the plane landed at United's Terminal 3 at SFO, San Francisco International.  I used both travel movers to the escalator at security where I would go to baggage claim.

My mother was at the baggage claim at SFO.  I was happy to see her again.  We went to go find where my wheeled bag would appear.  It took twenty minutes for it to roll along the caroussel.  Then we went to the parking structure and found the Jeep, and we drove to my apartment in Foster City.  It felt good to be home.  I would give the presents meant for my family, the next Sunday, I think the 24th, when I went to visit and do my laundry.  The car was sitting in its spot, I think it was spot 104, nothing had happened to it, thankfully.  I did not dare to check it until the morning.  I went to sleep in my own bed, the first time since 7th November.  

Well, that pretty much ends the journey from the 7th to the 19th November 2002.  Or does it?  Maybe not.  I had to go to work the next day, so please tune in for one final episode, to hear how my colleagues reacted to my gifts of delicious food.  

Gute Nacht!  Good night!

[twindevilgang]

❥Asleep with their child

Characters: ken ‘Draken’ Ryuguji, Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano, Yasuhiro ‘Mucho’ Mutó, Shinichiro Sano, Takashi Mitsuya, Ran haitani, Souya ‘Angry’Kawata

Summary: you catch them asleep with their child in their arms or so. Fluff

❥Ken ‘Draken’ Ryuguji❥

Draken is never a tired person unless he’s been working too hard. One days when you go to work he leaves his motorcycle shop to inui for the day. When you come home you think you're going to find your husband waiting for you in bed but in reality he’s asleep on top of the puzzle mats, with your son using his arm as a pillow. You go back to your room to retrieve extra pillows and a thick blanket. That night you sleep with them on the puzzle mats while kissing both their forehead and mumbling a soft “goodnight You two ”

❥Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano❥

You know Mikey loves to sleep, and so do your children. They unfortunately got that trait from their childish father. It really isn’t a surprise when you come home, from doing some personal errands, only to find your husband curled up on the couch with his son and daughter sleeping soundly on top of him while some children’s movies play on the TV. Somethings you like to sneak some pictures and send them to his sister Emma. She finds them adorable and teases him about it. But she also scolds him for sleeping too much. But it’s all good because you like coming home to a peaceful sight. Even if it’s early in the day you just smile and kiss their foreheads '' sleep tight, my three little babies~”

❥Yasuhiro ‘Mucho’ Muto❥

Mucho sleeps in most of the time because he’s always working late hours for Toman. So it minimizes the time he was with his little girls. However, his little girls like to spend quiet time with him while he sleeps soundly. They sleep with him. Mucho has his arms wrapped protectively around them. His little girls are his little sleeping buddies, and when they’re not sleeping with him he’s out looking for them. You always come into your and Muchos bedroom to see what they are doing. You tuck them in warmly as you kiss their cheeks. It’s the little things He does with your kids that make you want to have more with him

❥Shinichiro Sano❥

Your little girl has trouble sleeping most night. Mostly during thunderstorms. a thunderstorm hit and your daughter came running I to yours and shinichiro shared bedroom crying her little eyes out. Shinichiro volunteered to stay with her until she was full asleep. You waited for him to came back until he didn’t. So when you went out to look for him in your daughters room—there he was, knees almost up to his chest to make him fit on her little bed. Your daughters tiny hands gripping your husband fingers as she slept soundly. You can’t say the same for shinichiro though. The next morning Shinichiro woke you up to massage the tight knots in his back:)

❥Takashi Mitsuya❥

Takashi is a material husband fr. You gave birth to your precious daughter not long ago and you’ve been exhausted. Takashi was being generous and took a couple of days off his work. The minute you gave Takashi your daughter you knocked out cold, into a deep slumber. Takashi sighs as he tried to put his daughter down. But every time he would do so she would let out a sting of cries. The only solution he had left was to leave her laying on his chest while she slept soundly. And he did, but Takashi soon fell asleep too, with his arms gently draped over his baby. You woke up feeling a little refreshed and got out of bed to look for your husband and daughter only to find them knocked out on the couch, Takashi laying in his back and your daughter sleeping soundly on his chest. You smile softly as you grabbed a thin blanket and draped it over their bodies. Kissing their heads as you left to go get water.

❥Ran haitani

When you leave him alone to take care of your daughter for the night you always come home to find him asleep on the rocking chair with his daughter in his lap sleeping as well it’s a wholesome sight to see. Ran is the protective type with you and his daughter so the minute you take your daughter gently from his lap he jumps up to his feet ready to take on whoever is taking his precious daughter. His eyes soften once he realizes it’s you and watches as you tuck your daughter into her own bed before dragging Ran back to your shared bed.

❥Souya ‘Angry’ Kawata❥

Souya wanted you to spend quilts time with yourself. So he gave you money to treat yourself and wouldn’t let you back home until all the money he gave you was gone. So when you came back home, after only spending about half of the money because you felt bad for spending his money, you were surprised to come home to a very quiet one. Normally you can hear Souya talking to his child, trying to teach his son to say ‘Dada’ instead of ‘Mama’. You were even more surprised to find him asleep in your shared bedroom, curled up on the top corner of the mattress keeping his distance from the baby, scared he might accidentally roll over and squish the poor baby. While your son laid perfectly in the middle with pillows over the side souya wasn’t on. Your gaze softens as you gently push souya, so that he could lay comfortably next to his son. You kiss the top of his blue curls and tug the blankets, making sure he covered them perfectly.

[angelbaby-fics]

hi chloe!! been a while since i stopped by your asks. if this is possible, may i please request a birthday themed fic? you can decide all you want it can be angsty or fluffy!! I requested this since my birthday is gonna be on monday!! thank u and have a great day <3 💕💕💙

Birthday Cake

bWord Count: 900

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little!Reader

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MONIQUE!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥳💕🎁🎉🎈 i'm sorry this is a little late but I hope you like it & I hope you had a really amazing birthday!!! 💕

Steve woke up the morning of your birthday, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he turned to look at you, still fast asleep and curled into his side. He always woke up before you and Bucky, loving to get an early breakfast and a run before he started his day. On this special day, however, his run would have to be cut a little short as he still had a few birthday themed errands to run before you woke up.

You stirred slightly as Steve peeled your arm away from his torso, murmuring in your sleep at the loss of his warmth. He paused for a moment, holding his breath until you turned yourself around and repositioned yourself as Bucky’s little spoon. Steve made sure you were tucked back into the comforter before he quietly grabbed some clothes from the closet and stepped out of the room.

He ran until the sun was just barely peeking over the horizon. Knowing you and Bucky would still be asleep for likely a few more hours, Steve came home to take a quick shower before heading out again. He drove downtown to the bakery where he’d placed an order for your custom birthday cake a couple weeks, or so he’d thought. You see, Steve still hadn’t quite gotten the hang of technology, and while he thought he’d placed the order successfully, he’d actually closed the window before the order went through. He didn’t realize this, however, until he walked into the bakery as soon as they opened and asked if they had an order for “Rogers, Steve”.

“I’m sorry sir, we don’t have anything under that name. Is it possible you used a different name?” The employee behind the counter asked. “Uhh maybe Barnes, James? Or Stark, Tony?” Steve replied, wondering if maybe he’d gotten his credit cards confused. “I’m sorry, we don’t have any of those names here, either. Do you have the confirmation email we sent you when you placed the order?” Steve sighed and scratched his head.

“Let me see…” He said, slightly exasperated as he opened his email app and scrolled through hundreds of unread messages to the day he placed the order and beyond, not finding any sort of email from the bakery. “It’s not here.” He replied, finally.

“Okay, then that means that the order didn’t go through so we do not have your cake ready, however your card has not been charged for anything.” “What do I do then?” Steve asked. “Well you could place the order now, but it won’t be ready for at least a week.” Steve sighed. He couldn’t believe his mistake. You hadn’t even woken up yet and already your birthday was ruined! He knew how excited you were fr cake, you always had such a sweet tooth and he was so looking forward to spoiling you with the perfect cake for your special day.

“Is there anything you can do in two hours?” He pleaded with the employee.

“Well, we have some pre-made cakes, they just won’t be decorated yet. But I can send you home with some decorating supplies if you’d like to do it yourself?” The employee replied, genuinely feeling bad for Steve, who contemplated for a moment before deciding that between this, a cake he made himself at home, or no cake at all, this was clearly the best choice.

“Thank you SO so much!” Steve answered, making sure to tip extra as the employee handed him a blank cake in your favorite flavor, and a bag of decorating supplies.

When he got home, he opened the cake box staring at the blank cake for what felt like a century before his attention was drawn to Bucky, who’d quietly and carefully gotten out of your grip as well and decided to help Steve set everything up before you woke up. He’d only been awake for a minute but he could already tell by Steve’s expression that something was wrong.

“What did you do?” Bucky asked with a smirk.

“You know that incredible custom cake I ordered? Well turns out I didn’t.” Bucky laughed, but Steve wasn’t smiling.

“It's not funny! Her birthday is ruined!” “No it isn’t, honey.” Bucky reassured him. “You tried your best and that’s what matters.” “But she won’t have a cake!”

“Sure she will, we’ll just have to decorate it ourselves. And if that’s not enough, we’ll just take her out for ice cream sundaes.”

“When are we goin???” You asked from the kitchen doorway, surprising them both.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HONEY!” Bucky cheered, while Steve stood there looking worried. “Hey bug,” He started as you crept over to him & climbed up into his arms. “I’m so sorry, but we didn’t get –” “YOU GOT A CAKE WE CAN DECORATE TOGETHER!!!” You squealed excitedly. “Can we put kitties on it?” “You- yeah, of course!” Steve stuttered for a moment before realizing that he’d really had nothing to worry about, there was no way he could ruin your birthday as long as he was in your life.

“And then after we eat cake for breakfast we can go get ice cream sundaes, right Baba?” You asked, turning to Bucky with a mischievous grin.

“Well now, I don’t know if I said that-” He started, but Steve cut him off.

“Of course baby. We can do whatever you want, it's your birthday!” He said, and the two of them smothered you with kisses as you dissolved into laughter.

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[jackrrabbit]

🤍 Haikyuu WIP excerpts

preview post for hq because recently i showed sara a list of my works in progress and she laughed at me and then made a dn joke like this is 2015 or something. we got:

🤍 communal property /// ushijima x f!reader x tendou 🤍 sunshower /// atsumu x f!reader x osamu 🤍 corporate ethics /// kuroo x f!reader

anyway these are all terrible first drafts and i'm not sorry. however i am very very into these pieces and if you're interested in seeing them finished, you should tell me fr fr

🤍 communal property /// Ushijima x f!Reader x Tendou

Summary: Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too?

Tags/warnings: poly relationship in progress (only you and Tendou are dating at this point), mild suggestiveness ??, s*ze k*nk

Status: 10k words written (holy fuck lol) out of ~11k total? this bitch better get finished is2g

After the match, your voice is hoarse from screaming but you still manage to yell congratulations for your boyfriend when you meet him and Ushijima outside the locker room in the stadium. You’re pumped on the adrenaline of the game, so you don’t even protest like you usually would when Tendou picks you up in the middle of your hug and lifts you off the ground effortlessly. “How was I? Awesome, right? I told you we would beat them!”

“You did, you so did—“ Even though your throat hurts, you can’t help gushing about every rally, every soul-crushing block, every impossible spike. “—and then the guy on the left thought he was clear to shoot it but you just—“ You throw your arms in the air and mime hitting the ball down like a blocker. “Wha-bam!—and the look on his face! I thought he was going to punch you!”

Tendou laughs and lays a sloppy kiss on your cheek, just as thrilled as you are by the win. “You really liked it that much? I thought you weren’t into sports.”

“I loved it! You were so cool! I can’t believe I’m dating someone so cool!” You wrap your legs around his back and hug his face close to yours, reveling in the fact that this weirdo belongs to you wholly and entirely, that you get to have him to yourself (well, other than his roommate). “And I’m not into sports, I’m into you.”

Tendou smiles in a way that makes the sides of his eyes crinkle up and little red patches bloom over his cheeks, a look that says, I like you so much (Y/N), I like you I like you I like you, except he’s probably trying not to be mushy like that since Ushijima is standing off to the side.

You feel a little bad for ignoring him (no one likes being the third wheel, even if he never shows signs of caring) so when Tendou sets you down you turn to Ushijima. “And you! Holy shit, Tendou said you were good, but I didn’t know you were that good. The ball when you hit it was super loud—honestly, how are your hands okay? If I hit it that hard I’d probably break something.”

“My hands are fine…this is normal for me.”

But just because you’ve got them here in front of you and you’re still pumped from the exhilaration of the win, you can’t help grabbing Ushijima’s hand and flipping it palm-up to inspect. True to his word, there’s no redness, just the calluses he’s built up on his long fingers. “Wow.”

“You don’t need to worry about Wakatoshi,” Tendou tells you, grinning and then making a face. “He’s a monster, he can handle it.”

“No kidding. You’re both monsters.” You put the base of your palm up against Ushijima’s to gauge the size of his hand against yours, and without prompting Tendou grabs your other hand to press against his own. Tendou’s fingers are a bit longer, but Ushijima’s are…thicker, more solid. Your hands look like a little kid’s in comparison. “Can I be honest? Half the time I was thinking I actually feel bad for the other team. If I had to take on both of you at the same time, I’d probably cry.”

You’re (mostly) joking, but it’s still a complete shock when you see the side of Ushijima’s mouth curl up a tiny bit. You’ve known each other for months at this point, but you’ve never seen him smile until now. Half of you is wondering if this is some kind of optical illusion caused by the atmosphere and the dim light of the stadium cutting through the evening, but the other half of you enjoys it. You made Ushijima smile. You did that.

“Don’t sell yourself short, (Y/N).” Ushijima says, tipping his head to the side.

“Yeah!” Tendou chimes in, resting his chin on top of your head and folding his arms around your neck from his place behind you. “I’m sure you could take both of us. Right, Wakatoshi?”

So that’s probably a sign.

🤍 sunshower /// Atsumu x f!Reader x Osamu

Summary: [Kitsune AU] You find an old Ō-Inari shrine in the woods that may not be as abandoned as it looks.

Tags/warnings: Shinto religion, this preview is biased toward tsumu oops, yearning/soft vibes

Status: 3.9k words written out of 5–6k? total

Atsumu was the one who found you.

That’s how he likes to talk about it, that he found you, like you’d still be wandering around lost in the woods if it weren’t for him. Osamu thinks you would have found your way back home eventually but Atsumu likes it better this way, this framing that makes it seem like they saved you.

It’s hard for him to tell time linearly the way humans do but you mention once that you’ve known them for a year and that seems to fit. It’s spring now, almost barely tipping into summer, and it was spring when Atsumu found you. He remembers because of the way it was raining: light and tender, a summer rain early in the season, each little drop tapping off a leaf and then rolling into the forest bed to be eaten up by the grass and the soil.

Atsumu likes the rain, likes the sweet earthy smell it makes and the way the plants look so lush and green and alive, like they’d bleed if he sunk his teeth into them. He was out in the woods because of the rain ('Samu was in the shrine, as usual, attempting to set buckets under the millions of holes in the roof so the rainwater wouldn’t pool and rot through the wood underneath). But Atsumu was half asleep in a tree when he heard you crashing through the undergrowth, tripping over ferns and snapping every twig in your path (thought ya might be a bear, he tells you later, that’s how loud ya were) but he wouldn’t really have woken up if he hadn’t heard you singing.

(The odd thing is, you weren’t actually singing. You remember that day as vividly as they do: the warm, humid air making your skin feel sticky under your yellow raincoat; the tiny raindrops filtering through the canopy and kissing your cheeks; the ink feathering out on the damp xerox of the old map you found in your great-aunt’s attic so you could barely make out the “X” that was supposed to mark the location of the lost Inari shrine… You were cursing how stupid you’d been to go on a wild goose chase into the mountains with no cell service and no marked trail to look for a shrine that no one had seen in decades. You definitely weren’t singing.)

But Atsumu remembers it differently. No matter how many times you explain that you were just talking to yourself, when he replays the sound of your voice back then (reaching and lilting and falling, the way the birds talk to each other in the early morning, except the music of it was poured into syllables and words), it sounds like you’re singing. He wasn’t sure at first, hadn’t heard a voice that wasn’t Osamu’s in so many years that he gets tired counting them, but then he saw you push into view from between two bushes and he thought, a human!

A girl, too—it was hard to say at first because you were wearing that weird, slick jacket of yours, so bright yellow it was like an oversized flower blooming out of the grass, but then you tilted your head up to feel the rain on your face and the hood fell down and he knew. Not just a human, a girl! Atsumu wanted to yell for Osamu, make him come and confirm that there was a person wandering around not a mile from the shrine. A real person! Singing and smiling and wiping the rain off her cheeks (does that mean you like the rain, just like he does? did you come out to feel it too?) But he also wanted to surprise Osamu so he hid his tails and his ears and came down from the tree and asked if you had lost your way in the forest, since you were so far from any path…

When you think back on this yourself you’re amazed that you just went with him: a strange boy (man?) wearing a fox mask and traditional Shinto priest robes, which were somehow pristine white and red despite him having appeared from nowhere in the middle of a dense forest, who told you he had no idea what direction the village was but he could take you to the Inari shrine you’d been searching for…well. Maybe you were too surprised to be wary, or maybe you were just exhausted and lost. But you like to think you had a sense of it even then, the irrational belief that the boy in the woods was not just a boy in the woods.

Atsumu thinks you knew. Humans always understand, even when they try not to… He remembers, he took your hand that day in the forest and you saw that the claws on his fingers were too long to be human, and you said nothing because on some level you already felt it. Your skin was cool then, smooth and damp from the rain; he wanted to stop, run his hands up your arms, touch the places on your face where your mouth had been turned up at the corners and press his fingers into your cheeks.

🤍 corporate ethics /// Kuroo x f!Reader

Summary: [Office AU] The new junior marketing associate just happens to be Kuroo’s favorite camgirl, and he’s having trouble keeping his hands to himself.

Tags/Warnings: boss/employee, businessman!Kuroo as a reformed player, camgirl reader, this excerpt has a lil bit of 18+ content 👀

Status: 1.2k words written out of 4k? words total

Kuroo doesn’t watch porn.

It’s not, like, a moral principle or something. He has nothing against pornography. As far as he knows, it’s perfectly normal for single men. He just doesn’t like it…unless it’s you.

When he was in school it was easy. Being a teenager meant being so flooded with hormones that a warm breeze could get him up, and the adrenaline rush of winning a game was better than any big-titted porn actress faking moans into a shit-quality boom mic. Sure, he watched porn back then (what teenage boy didn’t?), but it was more out of curiosity than necessity. It was all kind of a mystery at that point, the way it can only be when you’re a clueless virgin and you and all your friends are too busy practicing for the next game to get girls.

Somehow Bokuto was the first one in their friend group to lose his virginity, and the memory of the dumbass self-consciously describing the experience has been lodged in Kuroo’s brain for the 10+ years since. “It was…I don’t know. She smelled good. You know how girls always smell good?” Bokuto’s hands twitched and his face was pink. “It’s just really…soft.”

Soft was right, Kuroo would reflect when he got laid for the first time a few months later. Soft, warm, wet. Sex was awkward at first, but before he knew it it was more natural than breathing.

It didn’t change much after high school, either. He didn’t get into volleyball for the groupies, but they didn’t hurt. There were girls when he played for his college team, more girls when he joined a business frat, so many girls he couldn’t keep track…they blurred together after a while. It didn’t take effort. You don’t need game when you’re 6’2 and you’re in the gym 40 hours a week, and you definitely don’t need porn.

So he never got into it. Now that he’s promoting volleyball instead of playing, things are more complicated. Kuroo’s never been the type who expects things to fall in his lap, but there are so many rules when it comes to dating in the real world. Good morning texts, anniversaries, flowers, parents. It’s exhausting. One time—seriously, just one time—Kuroo misses his girlfriend’s birthday to go watch a Jackals game, and the next time he sees her she throws her drink on him in public and keys his car. After that, Kuroo decides that until he’s ready to settle down there will be no more girlfriends. Which means no more reliable sex. Which means resorting to porn.

Which means you.

You, batting your eyelashes at the camera and biting the side of your lip. You, purring and mewing like a kitten. You, lying back on your pretty pink bedsheets in your pretty pink lingerie, sliding your hands between your legs. It takes Kuroo a full month to decide to pay for access to your website (Kenma’s unsolicited recommendation) but it takes less than five minutes for him to upgrade access to premium. You look like a wet dream—no, you look like the centerfold of every dirty magazine Kuroo managed to get his hands on when he was younger. Pristine and alluring and so deliciously out of reach.

And you make it so simple. No delicate emotional games with rules Kuroo never bothered to learn. No pretending to care how your day was. You untie the little bows on the side of your panties and lick your fingers and Kuroo just has to take his dick out and watch you. Getting off hasn’t been this easy for him since college. You’re a camgirl, you exist on his computer screen, and that’s how he likes it.

Which makes it a lot more awkward when Kuroo finds out that the only woman he’s gotten off to in the past…year, maybe?…somehow just got hired in JVA’s sports promotion department as his junior associate.

Your prim work blouse is buttoned up to the collar and your makeup is different, but he knows it’s you. You have to tell him your name twice because he’s too stunned to respond the first time, and even then he can’t summon up more of a response than a curt nod because his mouth tastes like dirt.

You smile a little awkwardly at his cool reception, and the hand you’d extended out to shake swings back down to your side. “Um, the guy at HR said he sent up my info yesterday…I’ll be working directly underneath you?”

Directly underneath me. Kuroo is taking a sip of his coffee when you say this. He doesn’t spit it out, but it’s close.

[mikkomacko]

Sweet As Honey 18

Hello everyone! Here she is! Thank you all so much for being so patient with me and this chapter. I hope it lives up to the hype and the wait lol. I'd also like to say that I will still be writing and finishing this series as well as my other in progress ones. However, I'm currently feeling like I'm not that interested in Harry right now and I feel like it's mostly all the drama and everything going on with him right now so updates will be slow. Also I've changed my theme to a Marvel x One Direction theme because I've decided to take one of my Bucky Barnes plot and actually publish it. I'll still post Harry because of course I love him but he won't be the main focus of this blog anymore.

Thanks for waiting and reading. Hope you enjoy the chapter! X

Harry's good under pressure. At least looking from the outside in, he is. It's a skills he's picked up from boxing. Always pretend you know what's going on. No surprises, no shocks. If he's in a fight and his opponent is stronger or faster than he originally thought, he doesn't show it. Acting like it was expected, like he planned it rattles others and helps him maintain his grace.

He keeps that same approach when it comes to interviews.

Liam meets him outside the gym, waving with a bright smile that Harry just smiles at, shocked to find his trainer in the parking garage rather than the ring.

"What's going on mate?" Harry greets, trying to step around him to get to the stairs but Liam halts him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Gotta reporter here who wants to chat with you about recovering from your concussion and reaching the finals."

His tone is laced with hesitance, lips pursed in suppressed grimace and Harry doesn't blame him. Liam knows how much Harry hates interviews. They're his least favorite part of the job. He's here to box and get paid, to provide for his family, not to tell the world every detail of his life.

"Oh," Harry mumbles, shrugging and stepping up to the door. "Alright. Only for a few minutes though, wanna get home a little early today."

If Liam is surprised by Harry's ease he doesn't show it. "Got something going on?"

Harry follows Liam inside, nodding to Mark at the front desk. "Y/n has just been exhausted lately and Arlo can't spend a second alone without screaming bloody murder. Just want to be there to make sure she's resting and Arlo's not being a pest."

"He's your son, of course he's being in a pest."

The comment leaves too much pride in Harry's chest for him to even care that Liam just insisted he himself is a pest. Besides, Harry knows he's clingy and a little too attached but that's just how his relationship with y/n is, and they love it.

In his private locker room,Harry finds the reporter, a young girl who can't be too far out of undergrad with dark hair and a bright red lips. She's sat on the bench, a notepad on her thigh and her phone resting next to it.

"Hello Mr. Styles." She greets, shaking his hand when he approaches her. "I'm Rebecca Weese."

Harry takes a seat next to her, nodding. "Nice to meet you. I don't have a lot of time today but I can answer a few of your questions if we can make it quick." He smiles guiltily, hoping to not come off as rude.

She nods, immediately glancing down at her notepad and crossing some things out. Harry assumes they're questions she's decided aren't important enough. "Is it ok if I record this? Just sound of course."

Again, he nods, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie as he waits for her to begin. Tapping at her phone, she places it between them to catch both voices and then scans her notes again.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but you've only been boxing for a few years, right?"

Harry shrugs. "I trained a lot when I was teenager, worked under Ted until he decided to bring me up to the pros. Was about 20 I think when that happened." He tries to stay vague, knowing he can't tell the public that his "training" was an illegal boxing ring.

"Five-Six years is a short amount of time to be included in a tournament like this one. Most contenders are well into their careers before being qualified to participate. What do you think has been the main factor in your success?"

Routine question, and he's got a routine answer. "I was fortunate enough to figure out early on that boxing is what I wanted to do and I think that helped out a lot. I also got a very good team behind me. My trainer, manager, my wife, they're all the main factors in my success. I'm very grateful to have them."

Rebecca smiles a bit, jotting down a few words. "Does your wife work in the industry?"

It's her casual tone, as if she were a friend just wanting to hear him brag about his lover that has him answering so honestly.

"No she works in design but I met her early in my career and she's always supported me. Takes care of me after bad matches and whatnot, always comes to my fights even if it means being on her feet for hours. Which isn't exactly her favorite thing at the moment with the baby-"

Harry stops, eyes widening a bit at what he's just revealed. Part of him wishes desperately that Rebecca didn't hear him but he knows that's impossible.

"I didn't know you're a father," she says kindly, sensing his panic. "Do you want to talk about it more or should I scratch that part?"

He doesn't know what makes him say it. A year ago he'd have fled the room if he were questioned about his family. Harry likes to keep them separate, to keep his kids away from his boxing. It's possibly a small part of him that's conditioned to keep his work a secret from his family even if he doesn't have to. But Rebecca's offer to drop the whole topic is what breaks him.

"S'ok," he says "I've got a son that's about a year old and another on the way."

Her eyes light up, beaming at him and he grins shyly but somehow proudly at the same time. "That's awesome. Congrats. I know your son's young but does he have any part in your career? Influence maybe?"

"He doesn't watch any of my fights or anything. Too young to be around violence like that but he does affect my fighting in a way. I used to go into boxing with just the mentality that I'm doing something I love, but now I've got the added success. A win means more support for my family and I want them to always have what they need so I've got sort of an edge there."

"Like having something to fight for?" She confirms, and Harry nods immediately.

"Yeah. I'd do anything for them and I think that makes me a bit dangerous in the ring."

No matter what, he'll always be fighting for them. Everything he does is for y/n and his boys.

~

The house smalls of tomato sauce and pasta when Harry walks in, mouth instantly watering and stomach rumbling. He had a light breakfast this morning before going to the gym and now that's he burnt off all that energy he reckons he could eat a horse. Dropping his keys on the table in the entryway, toeing off his sneakers, and dropping his gym bag to the floor, Harry makes a beeline for the kitchen. He's so caught up in wanting to eat he doesn't notice the TV playing a Disney movie or the two figures sprawled out on the couch until one of them is calling for him.

"Daddy!" Arlo's head pops up over the cushions, dimples sunk into his cheeks and eyes bright. Harry immediately changes course, coming up behind the couch and meeting Arlo's outstretched arms.

"'Ello bug," Harry greets, smacking a kiss to his cheek. Arlo coos happily, curling up against Harry's shoulder. Y/n is watching them with a small smile, a hand resting easily over the stretched fabric of his tee-shirt she's wearing. "And hello darling." He leans over the back of the couch to press a crooked kiss to her lips.

"Hi baby," she sits up, smiling dreamily at him. "How was the gym?"

Harry shrugs, adjusting Arlo on his hip. "Was good. I had an interview today about finals and....stuff." Her eyebrow quirks up at his hesitancy to continue.

"What stuff?"

Gnawing on his bottom lip, Harry drops his gaze to Arlo. "You, Arlo, the baby." She doesn't respond immediately and he knows it’s because she’s trying to analyze him. He's fairly private about his family, especially his children and the only reason he'd informed the world of Arlo was to get people off his back about leaving y/n, so he knows she's probably confused by his ease with talking about the new baby.

"How'd it go?" She asks, pushing herself up from the couch with a hand on her belly. Without hesitation Harry reaches out to place his free hand over hers, moving her with him towards the kitchen. "Where are we going?"

"M'starving darling," he says and his stomach grumbles in agreement, making Arlo gurgling back and nudge his foot into Harry's tummy. "But interview went well. Announced the pregnancy."

"You did?" She questions, perching herself on the counter stool with wide eyes. "Seems a bit early compared to Arlo's announcement."

Managing as best he can with one free hand, Harry retrieves a bowl from the cabinet and serves himself a heaping mountain of spaghetti. "Just came out if m'being honest," he shrugs, settling into the stool next to her with Arlo still glued to his lap. "'sides it's different this time. He was my first baby and I was scared."

He doesn't realize that she's fallen silent until he's slurping back noodles and she doesn't scold him. Curiously, Harry rotates just enough to look at her. Y/n is staring at him, eyes big and moony when he mumbles a suspicious "wha'?"

"You were scared?"

Swallowing down his food, he nods. Her intent gaze brings a blush to his cheeks and he has to drop his eyes to peer down at Arlo. "Y-yeah. Didn't know if he'd like me as his dad, ya know?"

Harry's never said those words out loud, now that he's come to think of it. Whenever something's pertained to Arlo, Harry was always the positive reinforcement, the one reassuring y/n about them stepping into parenthood. He never really told her how much it scared him because he didn't want to scare her.

"I-I didn't know that," she mumbles. "Why didn't you say anything?"

He shrugs, lifting his gaze from Arlo to y/n. "Because I wanted to be a good dad. Ya know, like the kind that can kill spiders and scare aware bad dreams.....Just wanted to be strong I guess."

He doesn't say it, but he knows she's picked up the fear he won't acknowledge. He doesn't want to be his dad. His father was great but the sad thing is, everything great about him was brought out by alcohol. Des needed that poison to combat his own fears and insecurities, and Harry doesn't want to be like that too. He doesn't want to leave his kids the same way he was left.

"Being scared doesn't make you weak Harry."

She leans over to press a tender kiss to his jaw, belly brushing against his side, and he thinks about those words for the remainder of the day.

~

Crouched down, Harry steers the shopping cart with one hand and guides Arlo along with the other one. By the way he's trudging along, Harry knows Arlo is getting tired of walking. It's good for him to practice though, so Harry leads him along for another few minutes before scooping him up in one arm.

"Did so well bug." Harry compliments, pecking Arlo's cheek. The toddler curls up into his chest, yawning. It's a bit difficult steering the cart with one hand but Harry manages, steadily making his way up and down each aisle. He gets baby cereal for Arlo, a couple bags of puffy hot Cheetos to stash in the cabinets, and he's stocking up on y/n's latest craving (spaghetti-o's and meatballs) when a familiar face rounds the corner.

Zayn is pushing a cart filled groceries, eyes scanning up and down the shelves and Harry curses under his breath. The last person he wants to see right now is Zayn. Last time they had a run in he said something that bothered y/n and Harry never wants anything to bother his girl.

In an attempt to hide, Harry pulls his hood up over his head, shrinking into his pullover and craning his neck to not make eye contact with his old friend. Grabbing a few cans of the fake pasta y/n is living off of, Harry sets them in the cart and quickly walks down the aisle. A man who looks a few years older than Harry moves towards him, stepping around Zayn and in front of Harry's cart.

"Excuse me," the man stops him, gaze dropping to the boy against his chest for half a second before regretfully meeting Harry's eyes. "m'so sorry to bother, didn't notice the little one-"

"It's fine." Harry cuts off, glancing at Zayn to make sure his back is still to them. It is and Harry relaxes a bit at that, but his curiosity grows. "How can I help you sir?"

The man smiles, grateful. "I just wanted to tell you that m'son and I are big fans and we're excited for your fight this weekend."

Harry knows he has fans, he's run into a few around the city but they're usually teens and kids that want an autograph. He's never had a grown man approach him about his career and it's odd. Flattering, but odd.

"Thanks man. I really appreciate your support." Harry says sincerely, smiling. The man nods in response, taking a step away from Harry. He moves to leave but stops last minute, turning back to Harry.

"Congrats on the baby news too." He says quickly, almost shy or embarrassed. Before Harry can even thank him, the man is rushing out a "have a good day" and then he's moving down the aisle.

Confused, Harry stands there for a moment trying to figure out what happened. He knew announcing the new baby would bring more attention to him in the media and he's not surprised that that man, who's clearly a fan, had already heard it. He is surprised that the man seemed almost scared to admit to Harry that he knows.

"Harry?"

Fuck.

He looks up, meeting the golden eyes that could only belong to Zayn. Harry doesn't even bother trying to smile at his old friend as he stands in front of Harry's cart. A lady maneuvers around them, murmuring a soft "excuse me sir." Harry scoots his cart over, smiling apologetically.

"How have you been man?"

Harry's gaze returns to it's impassive expression, glancing over Zayn's too-bright presence. "I've been good." Harry responds, moving Arlo to his other arm when he starts to lose feeling in his fingers. The movement draws Arlo out of his nap-like state, the toddler now noticing Zayn standing in front of them. Immediately his face scrunches into a look of annoyance.

If Zayn notices, he must not care because he smiles at Arlo, teeth dazzling. "That's good to hear. Congratulations on the baby, by the way! Saw the article up front. S'amazing!"

Article? Harry lips are just starting to form his question when his phone rings, the tune specific to y/n. "Sorry, gotta take this." Harry says in Zayn's direction, digging into his pocket and retrieving his phone. He hits answer before Zayn can even respond.

"Hi darling."

Harry wiggles Arlo into the basket. "Hi H. You still at the store?"

He pushes the cart down the aisle, not caring that he's left his old friend hanging. "Yeah I am. What's up"

The sound of a running faucet comes through the speaker. "Forgot to add yogurt bites to the list. Arlo ate the last of 'em last night and ya know how he is if he doesn't have any before bed."

Harry snorts, steering towards the baby food aisle. Arlo has fallen in love with yogurt bites and they've become his snack before bed. Harry thinks he shouldn't be having them every night and he'd tried to tell Arlo that two nights ago, but Arlo is a stubborn thing. He screamed his head off, ignored Harry's attempts at giving him fresh fruit instead, and then only calmed down after y/n nursed him.

"I'll grab 'em darling. No worries." He assures, tossing a couple bags of the bites into the cart. "Anything else?"

"Do we still have the old flower vases from our wedding in the garage?" She asks.

"Umm, I think so. You expecting flowers from a secret lover or something?" Harry jokes, eyes catching on a pack of bibs hanging in the aisle.

"Not unless you've got a trick up your sleeve Styles." She retorts.

He tosses a pack into the basket. "Buy you a whole flower shop if that's what ya want darling." Arlo grumbles from the baby seat of the cart, tiny fingers coming up to play with the rings on Harry's fingers that are locked around the steering bar.

"Don't worry about that, we've got enough flowers." Y/n laughs and he can hear her moving around the house. "Three bouquets just arrived with congratulations cards."

"What?"

"Guess the baby announcement was well accepted." She says. "We're getting lots of flowers for it."

Pushing towards the checkout, Harry frowns in confusion. "Got stopped by a fan today for the same thing. Can't believe it's such a big deal."

"Well you're more known now than when we were having Arlo." She reasons, and Harry hums his agreement. He passes the self checkouts, freezing when he spots numerous copies of his face on the ends of the aisle.

"Holy shit," he breathes, not even thinking about the innocent ears before him. Y/n gasps through the phone, scolding him for his language. "Sorry darling, s'just I'm bloody plastered all over the grocery store."

He reads over the cover of the sports magazine. It's got a big photo of him in the ring, gloves held up to his chin and jaw tight around his mouth guard. Next to it is a photo of him and y/n leaving a big fight awhile back. She's got her head down, hand snug in his as he leads her along. And written in bold yellows is "Harry Styles Expecting Baby #2 As He Prepares for Biggest Fight Yet!"

"They put me on the front page." He tells her, not bothering to flip open the article before he's quickly moving away from the display. "Why would they do that?"

When he did that interview, he thought it'd be a small, breezy section in the magazine. If he had known he'd be getting stopped in the grocery store and flowers sent to his house he wouldn't have said anything. As previously mentioned, he's a private guy, so having this detail projected in a way he wasn't warned about makes his stomach twist uncomfortably.

"It's alright Harry," y/n says reassuringly, knowing that he's become anxious at the publicity. "No harm done. It's just flowers bub and as long as we've got those vases in the garage, everyone will survive."

He chuckle weakly at her joke, picking an aisle so he can quickly checkout and go home. "Don't go digging around for them by yourself, don't need ya falling and getting hurt. I'll help ya when I get home."

"Aw my hero." She coos, and he knows she's teasing but it still makes him blush. God he loves her.

~

"Those bloody things are making my nose itch." Harry grumbles, aggressively rubbing the palm of his hand into his burning nostrils. He glares at the bouquet of peonies on the dresser, a gift from y/n's co-workers, and moves towards the bed.

Y/n is propped up against the headboard, a pair of his pajama bottoms on her legs but her shirt has been abandoned on the carpet by the bed. Arlo is attached to her hip, mouth latched to her nipple and she's stroking through his soft hair while he breastfeeds. Harry's heart throbs in his chest, warmed by the sight of his wife coddling their baby, and he's so fucking in love with her he's anxious to get Arlo into bed so he can have his way with her.

"I can't just throw them out, H." She sighs, pulling her gaze from the television to his pouty face. He huffs, running the damp towel in his hand through his hair one last time before haphazardly tossing it towards the closet. Kneeing his way up the bed, he curls into y/n's side and smiles when she tucks her arm around him.

"Stroke my hair too?" He mumbles, peering up with puppy eyes and she giggles before threading her fingers through his hair too. Arlo gurgles around a mouthful, bright green eyes opening to look at Harry. He worries for a moment that Arlo is going to get fussy and kick him away, but the toddler just blinks at him sleepily.

"Tha's ma boy." He coos fondly, squirming a hand over to pat Arlo's full tummy. Y/n giggles and continues to stroke his hair, Harry watching Arlo slowly be soothed to sleep. "Lemme get him to bed darling."

Grunting, he pushes himself up from the mattress and too his feet. Y/n transfers Arlo to his awaiting arms, swiping at the milk that dribbled out of his snoring lips and onto her skin. Harry leans down, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"Wanna have a shag when I get back?"

A shocked laugh bursts out of her, Harry's face lighting up at the sound as his heart swells. He was trying to be a bit silly, not enough to have her eyes crinkling like that, but he's happy she finds him funny.

"Sure baby." She breathes, still grinning. His stomach flutters, excitement bubbling in his belly and he nods quickly before moving across the room.

Arlo stays cuddled into Harry's neck as he flicks on the nightlight in the nursery and adjusts the blankets in the crib. Theo watched Harry from his bed in the corner, sleepy puppy eyes following his every move. He lays Arlo down, gently shushing him when he store and tucks Bunny into his side. With a peck to his head and a quiet "good night bug," Harry partially shuts the bedroom door and rushes back into the bedroom.

Y/n has already kicked off her bottoms, leaving her naked on their sheets and Harry groans as he works to catch up with her. His shirt is playfully tossed at y/n's grinning face, Harry laughing as he wiggles out of his sweats. Naked as the day he was born, Harry jumps onto his knees at the bottom of the bed.

A laugh bubbles out of y/n when the whole bed shakes under his weight, clearly amused at how excited he is. She must be just as excited though because she quickly leans forward to cup his face, attaching their lips and bringing him back down to the pillows with her.

"Wanna be on top," he mutters into her mouth, ghosting his hand down her tummy and tickling his thumb over her clit. "f'that's ok?"

"Mmm," she hums, happily "too tired to top anyway."

Harry seals their lips together again, using his knees to spread her thighs a bit further apart for him. Her palms smooth down his sides and around to his back, a breathy moan interrupting their kiss courtesy of his fingers. Harry utilizes the chance to break away and snag a pillow from his side of the bed, urging her hips up by tapping the fluffy thing against her side. She lifts, and he settles it under her lower back and bum to prop her up. Luckily for him, he's had a lot of practice getting around a baby bump for a shag.

Settling between her thighs, Harry giggles when she wraps her legs around his hips and tugs him closer. His body hovers over hers, love-sick smiles a breath away from meeting each other, and he drags his fingers through her folds, groaning at how slick she's become.

"Don't even have to try anymore do I?" He teases with a wolfish smile, capturing her lips just as she rolls her eyes. Giggling, he leaves soft kisses across her cheek, heading towards the base of her jaw.

"S'the baby's fault honestly." She argues, her fingers disappearing into the damp locks sticking to the back of his neck.

He hums, smirking against her skin. "Is it?"

With a small tug she's pulling him back up to her mouth. "Yeah. Gets me revved up all the bloody time. I don't know what you're putting in there mister but it's exhausting."

Harry laughs quietly, nipping at her bottom lip. "Don't worry baby, I'm gonna take care of ya. S'my problem after all, isn't it?"

Y/n nods, biting back a grin as Harry grips his cock with the fingers that had previously been fondling her. Chest to chest, Harry smiles at the feeling of their stomachs pressed together as he guides the head of him into her slit.

The sigh that puffs out of her chest sends a zip of pleasure up his spine, as if she'd been partial without him and the pure relief of just having him in her is all she could ever want. Harry hums appreciatively, eyes fluttering shut as he basks in how warm and gooey she is for him. He'd almost forgotten how it felt to have her this desperate for him and his touch.

"Oh it's so good darling," he mumbles to her, dropping his head into the crook of her neck. He pulls his hips back, breath stuttering when he easily slips forward again.

Y/n moans softly, dropping one hand to the small of his back as if guiding him. "So so good H." She confirms in a whisper, her voice tickling his ear and he squirms with a small laugh at the sensation.

Harry's soft with his movements, cautious of the baby between them and the one sleeping down the hall. Even the kisses he places on her jaw and lips are tender, small brushes between their confirmations that he "feels so good" inside her and she was "made for being wrapped me huh?" And Harry thinks nothing ever been truer. Her arms were made to hold him, her hands were made for pulling him closer and closer, and her heart was made to completely consume his.

Y/n reaches her high before him, rolling her hips up to try and quicken his but he maintains his sensual thrusts, stroking her temple as she trembles and gasps, clinging to him in every way possible. There's something about how quick she falls apart for him when she's pregnant and how utterly earth shattering it is for her, that it completely obliterates any sense of stamina Harry's ever had. He couldn't care less when he follows shortly after, grinding down into her heat as his cock twitches and buries deep in her walls. She's the one stroking his temple this time, and he knows she's watching his eyes scrunch shut and his gaping mouth curl into a breathy laugh as he comes.

Maybe it's the lingering anxiety that washed over him at the grocery store, but when y/n kisses him and gently nudges him off of her so she can go pee, Harry's desperate as he grips her hand and pouts, practically begging when he asks "can I get back in ya after? Just to fall asleep darling?"

Of course she nods, brushing sweaty curls from his forehead to soothe him and just like that he already feels lighter. He never has to sorry with her, because they were made for loving each other.

~

"Oh fuck!"

"Would you stop being so loud! It's 8 in the morning!"

"Can't help it, darling."

Harry tightens his hold around y/n's thighs, dipping his tongue back into her slit and groaning loudly despite the warning she's already given him this morning. She tugs on his hair scoldingly, drawing a pained hiss out of him. Harry brings his teeth up to her clit, nibbling in retaliation. A pained hiss of her own leaves her lips, cut off by a soft moan as he soothes his tongue over the spot.

Grinding her hips up into his mouth, Harry can't help but push his own into the mattress and a deep groan escapes him as he does so. Huffing, y/n scolds him again for being too loud when they've got a sleeping child one room over.

"Stop yelling at me so I can make you cum." He purrs, lips brushing over her clit. Their eyes meet over the curves and dips of her body, Harry smirking when she raises a prodding eyebrow at him. He kisses her thigh just once, lapping his tongue through her slit and he's just reaching her most sensitive spot when the beginning stirs of Arlo waking up break through the baby monitor.

Simultaneous groans leave both their mouths, this time of frustration. Harry pouts, knocking his forehead on y/n's hip bone and shaking his head.

"I told you Styles." Y/n teases, stroking through his hair for a second. He can't even think of a rebuttal before Arlo is calling out softly for her, and she's pushing up from the bed to get dressed.

"Take care of that while I take care of this." She calls as she disappears through the door, snickering softly and leaving him there desperate for her. But then again, when is he not desperate for her?

~

Hey man, hope I'm not being a bother. I was just wondering if you wanted to go out for a drink Friday or something?

-Z

Harry stares at the message, wondering why Zayn would sign it when the Instagram handle is clearly him. He also wonders why the hell Zayn is trying to hang out with him now.

It's a sunny day, the air outside relatively warm for March so Harry slipped a sweater on Arlo and brought him out to the backyard to play. They're sat in the grass, Arlo between his legs as they teach Theo to play fetch. Arlo's gotten good at tossing the chew toy himself, so Harry used the free time to start clearing out the congratulations messages he's received on Instagram.

"What's the matter H?"

Harry locks his phone, tilting his head up and squinting into the sun as y/n stands over them. She's got a bowl of puffy hot Cheetos in her hand, cradling them as if they were a precious gem as she settles into the grass with them.

"Nothing," he mumbles, pecking her temple when she leans into his side. "just got a weird text from Zayn. He wants to hang out."

Crunching through a chip, she hums. "Did you know he lives here?"

She lifts up a Cheeto, offering it to him. Harry gladly takes it between his teeth, pulling it from her fingertips and crunching down on the puffy chip. Swallowing, he shakes his head.

"Ran into him at the store once around Valentine's Day," she says, eyes watching Arlo dig his stubby fingers into the dry grass. "Was trying to talk to me about you I think but your son threw a fit and I was too busy to care honestly."

"Really?" Harry asks, perking up at the idea of Arlo throwing a tantrum to keep people away from y/n. That's the only time he'll agree with such actions. "Taught him well then haven't I?"

Rolling her eyes, she elbows him. "If you're son grows up to be rude I'm going to kick your ass Harry Styles."

Laughing, he steals a chip from her, locking his phone and dropping it to the grass. Arlo, interested in the device, crawls over to pick it up.

"Wouldn't expect anything less darling." He says, reaching over to swipe his phone to the camera so Arlo can snap random pictures.

"What are you going to do about Zayn then?"

"Suppose I should see what he wants, yeah?"

Y/n shrugs but Harry can read the look on her face easily. She's always silently encouraged him to face things that need mending or fixing, and his past with Zayn is one of those things.

"S'done then," he laughs, pinching her side affectionately. "I'll figure out why he's so obsessed with me."

She laughs, throwing her head back and scrunching her nose in the way makes him want to stare at her forever. "Think it's that one he's obsessed with. Look how cute he is."

Harry follows her line of sight, smile growing at the sight of Arlo making faces at himself in Harry's camera.

So bloody cute.

~

"Are we gonna be besties? I think we're gonna be besties." Niall states, swinging an arm around y/n's shoulders. He's on his third beer of the night already and Harry hasn't even made it to the ring yet. Y/n just laughs, continuing to maneuver tape around Harry's fingers but he's not as kind.

Casting a glare at the Irish man, Harry calls out to Gemma. "Get your leprechaun off of my girl before I use him to warm up."

Niall isn't really phased by the words, only pouting softly at Harry's steel gaze but Gemma is quick to rush over and pull Niall up from the couch by his hand.

"Come on babe, let's go find our seats." She coos to him, sending Harry an apologetic smile. He waits for her and Niall to turn their backs before chuckling softly. Y/n pinches at his wrist.

"Be nice to Niall. I really like him."

"Oh you really like him, huh?" Harry huffs, nudging his knee against hers. She rolls her eyes, giggling when he slips his free hand around her waist and pulls her into his lap. "Please tell me how much you really like Niall darling." He requests, shoving his face in her neck and playfully biting at her throat and shoulder. Just as he'd expected, she giggles and squirms, Harry having to wrap her up in a bear hug to keep her from sliding right off his thigh.

"Harry! Stop!"

He laughs with her, moving up to bite at the apples of her cheeks and her nose, growling as if he were a rabid beast. His freshly taped knuckles ache under the tightness of the wrap as he grips her flailing legs but he ignores it in favor of listening to her laugh.

"I like you more! I swear!" She shouts between laughs, wiggling a hand free and gripping the back of his neck. Pleased with her words, Harry pants out a laugh before sealing his mouth to hers.

"Tha's good because I like you more than Niall too." He mumbles into her lips.

"You like me more than you like everyone." She chuckles, stroking her thumb along his jawline. Harry's eyes shine with delight, proud that she knows her place in his heart, but he still teases.

"Mmm almost darling. Quite like my son, ya know that?"

She rolls her eyes but looks at him fondly, pinching the meat of his cheek. "Cute," she murmurs, "now go get ready for your fight baby. Want everyone to see my husband's gonna be the national champion."

Her words bring a rush of blood to his cheeks (and his cock if he's being honest), but he nudges her onto the couch next to him. "Just need two more wins." He whispers in her ear, pecking her temple.

Just two more wins.

~

There's good fights and there's bad fights. Everyone knows that. But not everyone knows that there's good wins and bad wins. Harry's experienced a few of those bad ones. Wins that he probably shouldn't have gotten because he certain his opponent had landed more punches and the judges miscounted. Or it was clear the other fighter wasn't into it and let him win.

Harry thinks tonight is his worst win ever.

The fight had been good. Trinsky, tonight's opponent from New Jersey, was short and stocky but strong. Harry was quicker than him though so they'd gone back and forth for a few rounds. Nothing two rough, just enough punches to have bright red welts on his torso and an ache in his jaw.

He fought through it though, fueled by the sounds of y/n and Niall cheering for him. Win this fight and he's onto the championship match. So he went at it with all he had left, charging Trinsky just as the man knocked his fist into Harry's temple.

It felt like a lightning bolt of pain zapped through his brain, shaking his core and causing his feet to stumble. Trinsky slid to the right as Harry crashed into the ropes, blinking furiously as the room around him spun. He was still in a daze as his body moved on its own, quick enough to uppercut his left fist into Trinsky's chin. The man crumbled to the mat, out cold, and Harry's dizzy head brought him down as well.

There's cheering and an announcement of his name, declaring Harry the winner but he can't seem to focus on it. Trinsky is being moved from the ring by his team, Harry falling to his bum on the mat as he rips at the velcro of his gloves with his teeth.

The room is coming back into focus, someone is calling him from the side of the ring but he doesn't recognize the voice so it goes ignored. He gets his hands free, rubbing his fingers into the tender spot on his head and wincing. He needs to take some Advil and ice it.

Harry climbs to his feet, a bit disoriented as he ducks under the ropes to leave. He knows he's got a team here somewhere but his mind can't seem to recognize what they look like or how to find them.

"Man, what are you doing?"

He turns, confused to find two men watching him like he's grown a second head. Harry feels like he knows the warm brown eyes of the taller man but he's not sure from where. Smiling uncomfortably, he motions behind him.

"I n-need ice or something." He says, excusing himself with a shrug and turning back to the locker room. He doesn't like the way his stomach twists or how his chest is telling him he knows those men when he couldn't even tell you there names right now. His heart thunders in his chest, panic seeping in and he's desperate to find something or someone that'll just help him out.

"Harry baby," she says calmly, a hand rubbing up his bare back comfortingly. "you okay?"

Y/n appears at his side, head tilted so she can meet his nervous gaze. Almost immediately he latches onto her hand, shaking his head. Her eyebrows crease, lips frowning as she reaches to cup his cheek.

"What's going on H? What's the matter?"

"M'head hurts," he answers immediately. "I-I think I forgot my team."

A trembling breath leaves his lips, tears stinging behind his eyes when he sees the concern on his wife's face. She brushes her thumb over his temple, the one she knows got hit the hardest, and then brushes a sweaty strand of hair off his forehead to place a tender kiss there.

"Let's get you to the locker room babe."

He follows like a lost puppy, trailing behind her through the back hallway and into his locker room. Y/n closes the door behind him before anyone else can enter, twisting the lock. Harry sits in the closest chair, fiddling with the tape on his fingers as he tries to calm down.

"Do you want to talk to me bub?" Y/n asks quietly, pulling up a seat directly in front of him. He nods, lifting his gaze from his hands to her face.

"I don't know what happened. It's like I got hit in the head and everything got shook up." He explains, frowning. He hates the way this feels. Hates that his body is screaming at him to just remember but his brain refuses to accept the message. "I know them, I know I do but s'like their names and stuff are just gone."

Y/n inhales sharply, biting nervously at her bottom lip. Harry's not even sure what to say and that makes him feel so much worse. He doesn't even feel like he has a concussion, not really. Everything else is still there, still in the forefront of his mind. His wife, his boys, Anne and Gemma. And he faintly remembers sitting at bars with one of the men from his team, remembers crashing on his couch late at night. But the soul of those memories are gone.

"I'm gonna get you some painkillers and water okay babe? Then we'll figure out what to do."

He nods, smiling wetly when she kisses his forehead. Watching her move around the room to gather water and whatnot, Harry wills himself to just think. He knows these men, he's just gotta focus on it. A memory stands out, one of the three of them in a car on a road trip. His trainer is driving, his manager in the passenger seat and he knows this is a trip for a match. A recent match too because he remembers saying goodbye to Arlo and y/n, kissing her swollen belly before he went.

Y/n returns to him with a bottle of water and a couple pills, watching him cautiously as he squeezes his eyes shut and forces himself to just think. Recalling conversations from the car, remembering the screen in the front of the vehicle that reads Connected to Liam's iPhone. Liam. Almost instantly Nick's name floods his brain again and he feels his whole body tremble with relief.

Harry takes the medicine, gulping it down and slumping into his seat. "Nick and Liam," he finally murmurs, voice thick. "I couldn't remember darling. They were right in front of me and I couldn't remember their fucking names."

A silent tear trails down his cheek, Harry sniffling as y/n wipes it away with a tender touch he's only felt from her. "Its ok Harry. We'll figure out what happened. At least you remember now baby." She tried to comfort, but Harry's heart still aches.

"What if-" he peers up at her through wet eyelashes. "what if it had been you? Or Arlo? Or all three of you? What if I-"

He can't even finish the thought before he's shaking his head, more tears slipping down his cheeks and jaw. What would he have done if he'd looked at y/n and not remembered her name? Not remembered the beautiful son they created? Or the one she's growing now?

"It wasn't Harry," she stays sternly, cutting into his spiralling thoughts. "it wasn't and even if it did happen, it wouldn't change a thing. You're not getting rid of us."

Trying to smile, he nods and takes a deep breath. He trusts her, more than anyone, and he's never known someone that fights as much as she does. He knows, no matter what, that she'll always have his back.