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love-belle · 1 year ago

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you are my favourite everything !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they're just two best friends who happen to be in love.

for when you fall in love with your best friend. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // ollie bearman x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - hi!!! i really hope u like this, my first time ever writing for ollie!!! thank u so much for reading, i love you <3 lando's version of shoutout to my ex will be posted soon, im so excited for u all to read it!!!

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inescase · 8 months ago

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🤍 Mingyu as your boyfriend !¡ 🤍

• He's the clingiest man with you, adores everything that involves being around you, from cleaning together to just sit and watch some show with you.

• He's so caring – he likes to know what you're doing or going, not in a possessive way but in a caring one; if you go to a party with your friends and need someone to take you home, call him asap and he'll be the happiest to know he can take care of you!

• He loves to give you presents everyday, some random little note on the fridge next to a homemade breakfast or some new shoes you stared for more than thirty seconds when you both went shopping.

• His love language is cooking for you! He adores watching you eating delicious food, and he also likes to go out to try different restaurants or coffee's together!

• Puppy energy! He wants to go on dates almost every day, some picnic here, some shopping day there... always wants to try new dates ideas with you.

• He's bragging almost all the time about you "Have you seen how pretty my gf/bf is?" "Oh you like this shirt? My gf/bf choose it for me hehe".

• He has you as his wallpaper in all devices... most loyal man you've ever known for sure

• Although he seems pretty confident I feel he would a bit shy meeting your parents or friends, he wants to cause good impression.

• I mean he's big... he opens jars for you, reaches for high places for you, if you both go to the gym he helps you with weight lifting...

• Sighs and pouts when you ignore him. You're texting with friends while he's talking to you? Pouts. You ignore him watching your fave TV show when he wants to cuddle? Pouts.

• He absolutely loves to see you wearing his comfy clothes! Big sweatshirts that started being his and finished being on your wardrobe and smelling like you.

• I also feel like he likes to be cared of, he likes to feel loved. It's so important for him that you show him your love for him every day! He never goes to sleep without saying "I love you" and letting a soft kiss on your forehead, pressing you against his chest.

#mingyu #mingyuxreader #mingyu imagine #mingyu x reader #seveenteen imagine #mingyu as your bf #i want him as my bf

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jubiilee13 · 1 year ago

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JOSH HUTCHERSON. I do badly wanna make a request for Josh from the forger but I must show restraint

Anyways Mike asking you to officially be his gf?

JOSH HUTCHERSON JOSH HUTCHERSON AOQWEIIOWEIOOIAWEFIOFWAEWGAGEHRGAHREW

my husband

anyways here u go pooksters

warnings: female pronouns, fluff, reader has a nightmare, smooching just a lil

I didn’t check spelling on this so if it’s horrible I’m so sorry 😭

mikes job was not an easy one.

neither was managing a younger sister.

but thats where you came in.

you and mike had known one another since high school, though you two hadn’t been the closest pair at the time. gentle smiles in the halls and small hellos were about all that went on in your mind.

but not for sweet old mike.

he adored you, every second he got to be in your presence was like heaven.

looking back on it he wasn't sure how you hadn't noticed his longing stares, the blush coating his cheeks, the way he fumbled over his words.

he was in love with you, that was clear to everyone but you.

so when the end of high school rolled around, the two of you fell out of touch.

he was sad, yes, but he had abby to worry about, and some cute girl couldn't get in his way.

so for the next few years nothing happened between the two of you, and he just assumed you had moved away to some far away place. eventually the amount thoughts of you in his mind began to dwindle down, until you only crossed his mind at most 2 times a year.

that was until a few months ago that is...

long story short mike had posted a few flyers about needing a baby sitter for abby, and low and behold someone sent him a message and sweetly said they'd love to meet up with him over coffee to discuss more details.

so thats exactly what happened, mike put on his most formal clothes (which wasnt really much) and began his journey to the coffee shop. He anxiously wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, silently cursing himself for his nervous habits. before he knew it the coffee shop was just ahead, and as he stepped inside it was like his heart stopped beating.

it was you.

He tried to hide his smile but you could read that man like an open book.

The two of you talked for several hours, about the job, about life, about everything.

you could've kept going even, if it werent for mike having to pick up abby from school.

so you bid your farewells and mike informed you that you could start watching abby the following day.

as mike worked each night, you stayed with abby, doing everything with her, and she loved it.

every day she would gush to mike about you, talking about the adventures and fun times the two of you had shared.

mike listened every time as well, and every time he did so he couldnt help but note how his feelings for you began to return.

after all, you were so sweet, so gentle, so... loving.

how could he help it?

every morning after his shift he would come home to find leftovers on the counter, alongside a small handwritten note from you, each time saying something ever so sweet.

on top of that he would also find you dozing on the couch, and every time he saw you sleeping so peacefully he would just admire you for a few moments, always opting to cover you with his jacket or a blanket before he sent himself off to bed as well.

so that brings us to tonight.

mike walks through the door with a yawn, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he places his vest on the coat rack, dragging himself into the kitchen as he picks up your sweet note.

"abby insisted on pizza and spaghetti tonight so take your pick sugar, i hope work was well, i hope you dont mind but i forgot a change of clothes tonight and abby grabbed a pair of your boxers and an old sweatshirt of yours, i just threw it on for tonight, i promise ill get it back to you clean asap! lots of love, - y/n" the note read.

mike cant help but chuckle at your rambling, and he picks up the plate full of pizza and he reaches out to open the microwave but stops in his tracks when he hears something.

something so faint he wasnt even sure he had really heard it.

then it happened again, louder now and mikes blood ran cold.

it was you, your cries.

mike rushes into the living room, and his body visibly relaxes when he finds you still deep in slumber on the couch.

a small frown falls on his face when he notices you squirming, a distressed look across your sleeping features as a few frantic words escape your mouth in slumber.

"no! mike- mike please- dont- i need you mike please" you murmured, so softly that mike was sure he was hallucinating.

still he approached your sleeping figure, his rough hands gently making their way to your shoulders.

“hey hey hey” he whispered as he gently shook you, concern in his eyes.

yet you didn’t budge, body trembling beneath him as small whines escape you, even some small tears slipping past your closed eyes.

he shook you harder now, and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when you shoot upright, but his relief quickly fades as a quiet sob escapes your lips.

your teary e/c eyes scan over him, almost checking to see if it’s really him.

once your brain finally decides to accept the fact that he’s really in front of you, you fling yourself towards him, more sobs escaping your lips “oh mikey” you cry out.

mike immediately wraps his arms around your torso, one hand moving up to comb through your hair.

“woah woah woah I’m right here pretty girl, I’m here, I’m here” he coos into your ear, holding your trembling frame.

the two of you stayed like that until your sobs turned into small sniffles, your head resting on his shoulder as you took in his scent.

“m’sorry…” you mumble into the crook of his neck

“it’s ok don’t apologise silly, do you wanna talk about it?” he quietly asks you, and you nod.

“I- you died mikey… in my dream… you- you were gone! I- I was so scared… I can’t lose you” you say between hiccups, and he hopes you can’t tell how your words make his heart race.

“im not leaving anytime soon pretty girl, can i tell you a secret y/n?” he asks as he brushes a hair behind your ear.

he chuckles when you nod and cuddle further into him, his face flushing ever so slightly, not that you could notice in the dim light of the room anyways.

“ive been in love with you since freshman year” he murmurs, and with those words your body grows stiff and you sight upright.

“y-you have?” your shaky voice asks

he nods, his orbs locking onto your own, and he goes to speak, his nerves getting the best of him, but before he can you cut him off.

with a kiss.

you had kissed mike.

mike just kissed the love of his life.

the kiss was sweet, gentle, and it seemingly lasted forever.

the two of you eventually pulled away for air, chests heaving as you both gasp gently for air.

you both go to speak at the same time

“I love you so much-“

“I’m so in love with you”

you both gasp at the others words, and you can’t help but giggle.

“so does this mean..?” you question, as you absentmindedly cuddle closer into him

“mean what? that you’re my girlfriend?” he asks gently

“if you want me to be” you say with a smile, awaiting his next words

“well how can I say no to a smile like that?”

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this is prob really bad I haven’t written in forever but I’m lowkey kinda proud of it for rn, I hope you enjoy!

#gaytoadwithapopsicle <3 #request #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #michael afton #michael afton x reader

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sunshinesickies · 2 months ago

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A S1 Skye fic for you all! Hope you enjoy. Just so everyone knows I probably wont write anything else for S1 Skye, but I will for S2-7!

Skye x female!reader sickfic, S1 Skye

There For Her

“Ugghhh” Skye woke up with a groan, a massive headache overtaking her senses the second she woke up. She took a deep breath, or well, tried to as the air in her lungs immediately caught, sending her into a painful coughing fit which only made her headache worse.

She let out a tiny whimper as the coughing fit stopped clawing at her throat. Reaching out in bed, she hoped to feel you and your warm body as you slept next to her. But much to her disappointment, you weren’t there.

She sighed. She knew she was sick, though it had gotten bad fast. Last night she went to bed feeling a bit off, and now, well, she felt as though she’d been hit by one of Fitz-Simmons’ ICERS…multiple times, then punched in the face by a Centipede Soldier. Skye hated being sick. The only thing that ever made it bearable was having her girlfriend by her side, yet you weren’t, and she wondered why.

Desire to find you momentarily overcame her awful symptoms and gave her enough motivation to get up and look for where you could possibly be at this god-awful time in the morning. Glancing at the small alarm clock in her bunk, Skye had to do a double take.

She could’ve sworn it was like…2 am, but in reality it was almost noon. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, the brunette took another deep breath—this time aware of her current state—and got up out of bed. Her legs ached as she touched her feet to the floor and she immediately shivered as the warm blankets fell from her body.

She quickly grabbed the closest warm thing she could find, hands clutching a dark grey sweatshirt and the edge of the bed. Throwing it over her head, she noticed the familiar, extra-soft fabric and realized it was one of yours. Brining the sleeve up to her nose, Skye tried to smell you on it, but her attempt proved her to be to congested to do so, the action only making her nose start to run which she then wiped on the tip of the sleeve. With a firm sniff, she set out to find you.

The Bus was only a plane after all, how many places could you actually be?

*A few Hours Earlier*

You sighed as you quickly stopped your beeping phone, careful not to wake your sleeping girlfriend. Squinting at the light of the screen, you saw an urgent message from Coulson, alerting you to meet him in the debriefing room asap with instructions not to tell anyone, including Skye.

Throwing on your favorite dark grey hoodie, you silently slipped out of the room—you were a trained spy after all. Upon entering the debriefing room, you saw May standing with Coulson. “What’s up?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow.

You walked back to your room after the quick meeting where you were told your expert abilities were needed on an urgent, fortunately not dangerous mission but that the need for secrecy was imperative. You were to leave in 15 minutes.

Slipping back into your shared bunk, you saw Skye still sleeping peacefully, the early morning light casting a beautiful glow upon her face. You gazed lovingly at her, wishing you could just curl back up with her, fall back asleep, wake up with her, and spend a rare, lazy morning together. But you had a job. You were an Agent of Shield, and so was she, well, soon hopefully. You both understood the importance of the job and the sacrifices that came with it on a daily basis.

Careful not to wake her, you gently brushed a few strands of hair from Skye’s face, however, you paused as your fingertips grazed her skin. She felt warm. Too warm. Bending down, you placed a feather light kiss to her forehead, frowning when you found it feverish.

You’d kissed her enough to know when she had a fever. Right now it was low, but there nonetheless. Stroking her warm skin lightly, you sighed as you knew what this meant. Skye would wake up and feel sick and crappy, you wouldn’t be there to take care of her, and she wouldn’t know where you were.

You always took care of your girlfriend when she was sick. Always. It had taken her a while to get used to it since she had never had anyone to take care of her in that way before you came along. But now, whenever she was feeling even the slightest bit off, your girlfriend would turn into a, well, a clingy puppy. She needed constant care and got upset whenever you were gone for too long, even if it was for something like making her soup.

But you didn’t mind, you knew what it meant and you loved being the one Skye let her guard down with, being that someone she could be vulnerable with. Plus you never minded the extra cuddles, movie marathons and excuses to lay around all day with your favorite person.

Your heart tugged as you moved away from your girlfriend. You shook your head, you were needed elsewhere, even though this was where you wanted to be more than anywhere.

You had about ten minutes to get ready now. Starting to do so, you stopped as an idea dawned upon you. If you couldn’t be with Skye when she woke up, you would make sure she knew damn well that you were still there for her.

Rushing to the kitchen, you quickly found and filled a S.H.I.E.L.D issued water bottle that kept liquids warm or cold for days. Brining it back to the bunk, you placed it at Skye’s bedside before closing the shades to block out the bright sunlight that would surly bother her if she woke up with a headache. You took off your hoodie, folded it up and placed it on the edge of the bed. Lastly, you found another blanket and draped it across the normal one that was already covering Skye’s body, knowing she was always freezing when she had a fever.

Happy with your actions, you finally got ready and went to meet Coulson and May in the hanger not a moment late with just enough time to inform them Skye was sick before grabbing a parachute and jumping out of the plane, landing stealthily at your mission site.

***

After searching all the obvious places, Skye sat down to take a break. Her body ached too much for her to keep looking for you so she curled up on one of the Bus’s cushy couches, bringing the hood of your sweatshirt over her head and fully prepared to sulk until you found her instead.

Her few minutes of quiet were interrupted when her nose began to itch. Brining her sleeve to her nose, she rubbed it in hopes of quelling the annoyance, but instead she just made it worse. “Nuhh…sHhuhHh!” She muffled a sneeze into the fabric, quickly followed by another two soft sneezes before her nose calmed down.

Skye let out a small whine followed by a harsh sniff. Looking at the time on her watch, she saw it was almost two pm. You never went this long without making sure she knew where you were, well, unless you were on a miss…wait. Skye literally smacked her hand to her face. You were probably on a mission, duh! All she’s have to do was locate your tracker on her computer and then she’d know where you were and if you were safe.

Her head spun as she shot up from the couch, but she ignored the dizzy feeling as she made her way to her small workspace she had set up for herself. However a few minutes later, all she found was that your tracker was deactivated, the last known trace was in your bunk, where she knew you weren’t.

Immediately a wave of worry washed through her—though that might have also been fever chills. Standing up, she quickly found who she knew would know where you are. She found him in the debriefing room.

“Coulson!” She growled the second she entered the room. “Skye! I assume you’re here about…” the older man started but she cut him off with a nasty glare, though it didn’t look nearly as threatening as she wanted due to her current state and the fact that she was literally swaying on her feet.

“My girlfriend? Yeah. Maybe you could tell me why she isn’t here, didn’t leave a note, and why her tracker is off!” She snapped, raising an eyebrow, clearly unhappy with the situation. If she was in less of a fevered daze, she probably would have been able to make sense of everything and be reasonable, but all she knew right now was the she had no idea where you were and she felt like crap.

Coulson let out a small sigh, but was smiling kindly. “I understand how this seems, and I know you’re worried, but…” Skye scoffed, his calm demeanor making her blood boil.

“Yeah I’m worried! I…” she started but he cut her off this time. “…but I assure you that Agent y/l/n is perfectly safe.” He finished but Skye wasn’t ready to let it go.

“How would you know?!” You sent her on a mission without a tracker, or backup or comms, or….” Skye didn’t know for sure but she had a feeling she was right. Coulson moved closer to her shivering form and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Skye, calm down. It’s okay. I know because I was just talking to her a moment ago on comms before someone decided to interrupt us.” He informed gently and Skye immediately froze when she head his words.

“Is she..can I…?” She struggled to find the right words in her feverish, post-frantic state but Coulson knew what she meant.

“Go right ahead.” He said softly, handing her a comm. She took it with a growing blush. “Thank you, Sir. I…I’m sorry.” She added, barely above a whisper and Coulson nodded understandably.

“It’s alright, Skye.” He said before leaving the room so she could talk to you in private. Immediately, she put the comm to her ear. “Yn?”

***

You were waiting for Coulson to get back on comms when you heard the unmistakable sound of Skye’s voice in your ear. She sounded hopeful and desperate.

“Skye? Babe, are you okay?” You spoke into the comm and you could practically hear your girlfriend roll her eyes at you. “Am I okay?! Are you okay?! You weren’t here…and your tracker…and Coulson…and…” Her voice was shaking and she stumbled through her words.

“Skye, Skye, baby slow down. I’m okay, I promise you. I’ll explain everything soon.” You interrupted her frantic rambling and could sense your girlfriend finally calm down now that she heard from yourself that you were alright. You heard her take a slow breath.

“Sorry. I…just panicked. I can’t lose you, y/n. I need you.” She admitted through the comm and you felt yourself smiling softly. “You won’t lose me, Skye. I’m here.” You assured her gently.

“Now, how are you feeling? How’s your fever?” You asked, loving concern in your tone. “Uh wha—how did you…” Skye started but you cut her off with a small chuckle.

“I’m a spy, love.” You reminded her. “Right.” She let out a short laugh. “I feel like shit. When will you be back?” She asked, her voice turning soft and vulnerable like the adorable needy puppy she always resembled when sick.

“Soon, baby. The Bus should be picking me up within 30 minutes.” You said and Skye let out a small whine. “okay” she mumbled, wishing you were already there.

“You know I want nothing more than to be with you right now. I promise we’ll cuddle for the rest of the day as soon as I get back.” You hummed. “Now go back to bed, Skye, please. You need the rest and I’ll come to you the second I get back.” You promised. “I love you” Skye hummed back.

“I love you too, and remember to stay hydrated. I left water near your bed and a few other things for you.” You informed her though you were sure she already found some of them.

Skye let out a happy sigh. “Thank, you boss, will do.” She joked and you smiled to yourself as you stood in the snow in the woods you were currently waiting in. “See you soon baby.” You were glad she had made a joke. If she still had her humor then she wasn’t feeling completely awful, just semi-awful and probably missing you more than anything.

You looked up at the clear blue sky, thinking of your Skye and the way you always swore you could see the stars every time you gazed into her eyes.

***

After taking out the comm, Skye padded back to her bunk, finding the water and drinking what she could before getting back in bed with a small smile on her face as she closed her eyes, knowing the next time she woke, you would be there.

***

Briskly walking through the halls of The Bus, you dropped your mission bag in the supply room before immediately rushing to your bunk to find Skye in almost the exact way you left her—though this time she was wearing your hoodie like you’d hoped. Sitting on the bed next to her, you moved some sweaty locks away from her face. Even in the one motion you could feel a strong heat radiating from her skin. Her fever had grown higher.

You hated that she felt so bad but you were happy now that you could take care of her. Without waking her up, you slipped back out of the room, returning a minute later with a cool, damp compress which you gently dabbed along her forehead, cheeks, and neck.

Skye groaned softly as she shifted closer to your touch, feeling something gloriously cool against her skin. “Hey, baby.” You whispered when you saw her start to wake up. She slowly opened one tired eye. Her vision was blurry but she’d recognize the warmth of your gaze anywhere.

“Y/n?” She slurred, a hand clumsily coming to touch your face, needing to feel that you were actually there. “You’re home” Skye smiled slightly and you nodded. “Yeah. I’m here baby.” You hummed softly, however your heart rate picked up when tears started forming in your girlfriend’s eyes.

“Hey, hey, no. You’re okay Skye. It’s okay, I’m here now. I’m here love.” You immediately scooped her into your arms and held her close as she started crying softly into your shirt which she gripped tight with her hand.

Her nails poked at your skin but you didn’t care. She needed to know that you were there and that you weren’t leaving. You ran your hands through her hair and hummed gentle reassurances in her ear until she finally calmed down and fell asleep, feeling safe and loved in your arms.

#sunshinesickies #fluff #sickfic #skye x reader #skye x female!reader #daisy johnson x reader #agents of shield

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dellalyra · 1 year ago

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Sooo i just had a thought. Gojo and reader have to work, maybe for like a few days, and Auntie koko and nanami are unavailable too. And Akio is left in Megumi's and the other 1st and 2nd yr students care (aka, megumi being a big bro). Big bro megumi makes my heart swell, and your writing is godly.

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗 𝘜𝘙 𝘒𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘔𝘌 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ��𝘤 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘈𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘒𝘰𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘕 𝘗𝘌𝘖𝘗𝘓𝘌 𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘚𝘖 𝘕𝘐𝘊𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘔𝘌 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘶 𝘴𝘮 🥺🥺

𝘊𝘞: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧.

𝗕𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗕𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴

So Akio is a year old, toddling away on unsteady feet and babbling the few words he knows with such confidence you’d think he was a trained speechwriter.

He’s a good baby, he started sleeping through the night at 5 months old and wakes up with his Papa in the morning for some cuddles and breakfast while Mama gets a little more sleep.

You were mainly pumping for him now, since his little teeth came in he’d become a bit of a biter. He had his parent’s sweet tooth too. His current favourite is Dorayaki.

With you back on call as a sorcerer and back to work teaching when he was 9 months old, your mom looked after him 3 days and he went to daycare the other two for some socialising.

It was an easy Tuesday night, your mom was away on vacation, Yaga and Shoko were in Kyoto for a few days and Nanami was away on a mission for a week at the least. However, daycare was also closed that week as Miss Hinata had come down with a cold. You had taken a few days off teaching, Satoru too.

Neither of you expected the phone to ring on a Tuesday night with Yaga on the other end urgency evident in his voice saying you both were needed in Sapporo, that on opposite ends of the city there were 3 special grade curses wrecking havoc and a curse user was suspected to be pulling the strings behind the scenes and needed to be found and dealt with. Neither of you could go alone, because the curses needed to be dealt with simultaneously to avoid further destruction - but, you had a baby babbling between you playing with his blocks.

But you had to go.

So - that left one person.

Without warning, you and Satoru packed a bag each and a bag for the baby, diapers, wipes, clean clothes, pjs, toys, travel cot and blanket and extra frozen breast milk and bottles and jars of baby food were stuffed into bags and loaded into the car. You’d decided you would drive to drop of Akio and Satoru would warp you both the rest of the way.

As you got in the car, you wrote all baby care instructions you could think of and more that were absolutely not necessary on some pink paper and folded it into the bag and added in ¥60,000 as an apology.

You both unload the car, you taking Akio on your hip who was very excited at this late excursion and recognised where you were and Satoru with all the baby equipment one could possibly need.

You tell Akio to knock on the door and his chubby fist bangs as much as he can and giggles.

“Mom? Dad? Akio?”

“Hi ‘Gumi.”

Standing in the open doorway to his dorm is Megumi, grey sweats and black sweatshirt with slightly damp post shower hair looking completely bewildered at the two of you being here with his little brother at 7pm.

“So! Oh - hey Yuuji! Whatcha watching? Oh! Attack on Titan! Awesome, I love that bit wh-” Satoru begins as he strolls into the room like he owns it and sees your son’s boyfriend’s laying out on his bed, show paused on the laptop.

“Dad.” Megumi rolls his eyes.

Satoru begins to plop the bags down and the crib case beside it and then walks back to you, lifting the baby from your arms.

“Sweetie, I’m so sorry but we have to go to Sapporo ASAP, nobody is around to take care of Akio so could you please watch him? Daycare is shut too and Aunty Koko is at the conference with Principal Yaga.” You plead, diving in headfirst to cuddle your eldest, face smushed into his chest now with how tall he’s gotten.

“Oh my god! Really?! We get to mind Akio?! Sure! Akio come see Yuuji-kun!” Yuuji says bolting from the bed and bouncing on his toes.

“Jesus, Yu, chill out. Yeah, mom, that’s okay. I - we can figure it out. Has he got everything? How long will you guys be gone?” Megumi shrugs.

“Dunno, kid. 2 days, probably. We’ve put all his stuff behind you, you guys are gonna have a blast! Bro time! Ugh, it’s so cute I’m gonna melt, isn’t it Princess?” Satoru whines.

You giggle as you press kisses to the babies head and Satoru follows suit, whispering goodbyes and then handing the little white haired boy to his older brother.

“C’mere, lemme give you a kiss too - ‘Gumi.” Satoru leans in and gets swatted away and you resort to blowing a kiss at each of the boys.

As you say your farewell to the boys, Yuuji shrieks your name.

“Wait! Aren’t you breastfeeding him?! We’re both boys, we don’t have tiddies, we can’t breastfeed him! Nobara is a girl but I don’t think she’s going to want to -” He frantically worries, before Megumi smacks him behind the head with an incredulous look using the hand not holding his brother. Satoru bursts out cackling laughing and you just purse your lips as to not lose it yourself.

“I’m leaving that explanation up to you, ‘Gumi. You’re the one dating him. Frozen milk is in there in the icebox - keep it in the freezer. Call if you need us! Love you boys!”

and with that, the parents are off - warped to a battle and an impromptu 2 nights at a hotel while the search for the Sapporo curse user is conducted.

Megumi wasn’t overly worried. He was a perceptive person, he saw how you and Satoru cared for the baby when he was home, helped you guys out with feeding and diapers - plus, Yuuji loved kids, and he was great with them. The second years might have to be roped in too to help, given that he was only 16.

Akio was now sitting on the bed playing with some toys while the boys both tried to figure out how to assemble the pop up travel crib. After about a half an hour, they gave up. At this point, Inumaki down the hall had heard the commotion and came to see what the deal was, smiling when he saw the baby and then laughing himself silly at the state of the first years.

He rolls his eyes, saying ‘Okaka’ and whips out his phone, snapping a picture of the scene and retreating with a pat on the head for Akio who babbled away at him.

A second later the door was flung open by a smirking Maki and Nobara beside her.

“Fuck me - you two are useless. C’mere, I’ll do it.” She rolls her eyes and begins to put the crib together as if it was second nature. Megumi quickly explains the presence of the baby and Nobara is quick to run and grab the baby for a cuddle.

“Bara!” Akio squeals with his broken vocabulary as she spins him around and begins to sort through his packed clothes to find him the cutest pyjamas.

One the crib is up (it took Maki literally 90 seconds) the girls leave the room with a kiss on the head each for the blue eyed baby.

As Yuuji goes to heat up a bottle, after an explanation of female anatomy, Megumi changes his brother into his pyjamas covered in small hedgehogs (his mom definitely bought these). When he’s cosy, he sets up the crib with the babies bedding and then sits him on his lap as he feeds him the bottle in his arms.

Akio’s eyes start to droop and Yuuji can’t stop cooing over the adorable sight of the baby in his boyfriends arms.

One the bottle is finished and the dreams have started, Megumi places him oh-so-gently into his temporary bed and climbs back into the bed with Yuuji.

“This can be like, practise! For when we have our own kids!” Yuuji says, beaming.

Megumi never thought Yuuji had considered that far ahead, given - well… everything. But it made sense, you and Satoru had promised that Yuuji wouldn’t die, and his parents never broke a promise.

“Oh yeah? You want kids?” He smirks.

“Eh, duh! We’re gonna be DILFs, Fushiguro! Two boys maybe, or a boy and a girl. We’ll call them… Eren and Mikasa!” Yuuji says, thinking face on.

“Is that because we’re in the middle of Attack on Titan?”

There was no disturbance that night, Akio passed out and the older boys in bed, Yuuji acting as big spoon.

They wake up to giggling, and babbling away as they spot Akio chatting to himself animatedly in his crib.

“Eh, Satoru usually gets up and cuddles with him in the morning so - I guess that’s what I should do too.” Megumi says, stretching as he rises from the bed.

So he does, he takes his brother in his arms who is poking at his cheeks with a cheery smile and strolls into the kitchen - everyone is still in bed so he makes a coffee and sets Akio down on the common room floor to play. Once his coffee is brewed, he sits the baby on his lap and feeds him some of the fruit his mom had packed along with some cereal puffs just as Satoru had written in the note.

He likes this. He doesn’t get up this early at the weekend when he’s home so he doesn’t get early morning baby snuggles. No matter how tsundere he acts, his heart goes soft for his baby brother - even if it really is just his dad copy and pasted.

He puts on cocomelon on the TV, he knows that’s his brother’s favourite and sits on the sofa with the baby cuddled into him. They’re alone, so Megumi places a soft kiss to his white locks and sniffs the baby smell he secretly loves.

“AKIO!” A booming voices breaks the reverie as a huge pile of fluff dives onto the sofa beside him and the baby squeals in sheer delight as what Akio views as a giant plushy is patting his head. Panda nuzzles the baby hello and Megumi just rolls his eyes. Panda takes Akio so Megumi can get dressed as Nobara and Maki enter the room, Yuuji following soon after.

With all their teachers away, they’ve no classes today. Yuuji and Maki go to train on the field, Nobara joining and Panda apparently soon after. Megumi straps the baby into his stroller and follows them down - he’s not missing training. They agree to take turns watching the little one during training, so once Akio is dressed Megumi pops on his sun hat and pulls the visor up to shield the baby.

Maki brings the baby on a walk in the stroller and uses it as cardio, Nobara is the one who gets him dressed when it’s her turn and she has him in little green overalls and a white T-shirt - and she can’t stop gushing over him, saying even though he looks exactly like Gojo-Sensei his definitely gets his adorable looks from his mom. Inumaki wanders out still half asleep around 11am and takes the baby out of the stroller and brings him inside for a snack and to play with some sensory toys in his bag. Every 2 hours, Megumi would go to change the babies diaper and around 1pm - got screamed at by a very, very, angry baby. He checked the notes you’d left him.

1pm - turns into the devil incarnate, needs his nap for about 1.5hours. Will scream at you, will cry, will throw a tantrum until he’s laying down and will then be an angel when he wakes up. Beware 1pm Akio - he’s special grade at that time. Is written in your neat cursive.

Well, that explains things. He whips the baby up, and carries him to his room and laying him into his crib and he’s never seen a personality change so drastically since Yuuji and Sukuna. The baby smiles a wide smile at his brother and then promptly, as if by magic, falls asleep.

He stays and reads as the baby sleeps, wondering what to do with the rest of the day. He texts you quickly, replying to your check ins and assuring you they’re all good. Satoru texts him that they’ll be home tomorrow in the late morning, with a selfie he took as he demolished a cursed spirit.

Yuuji texts him then, saying that since they all have the day off they should bring Akio into the city. He quickly agrees, he doesn’t quite know how to occupy a baby - and this seems like a good idea. He remembers the splash pad that you two used to bring him and Tsumiki to and decides to go there.

He packs up some snacks and then Akio wakes up all bright and bubbly again and is packed into his stroller. The first and second years make their way into the city and Nobara drags Maki to shop with her, much to Maki’s dismay. Inumaki goes to get some boba, Panda stayed back at the school - it was his nap time too apparently.

So that left Megumi and Yuuji. They strolled to the splash pad, and Yuuji seemed equally as excited as the baby. Megumi didn’t blame him, it was hot as hell today.

Yuuji whips the baby from his seat and takes off his little socks and shoes and holds his two hands and guides him to the splash pads where the other kids are playing. There’s tiny fountains shooting out water and logs you can tip over with enough water to fill it. The area for kids over 5 is nearby, but this baby area is perfect for the one year old. Akio splashes his little feet and laughs in delight as Yuuji shows him around and splashes his feet in return. The two seem to be having a whole conversation with each other, Megumi doesn’t think either of them understand much of what the other says.

He hears Akio saying ‘Gumi!’ and a pink head and a white head turn in his direction and wave at the boy in the shade, he waves back. How can he not? His heart feels so full at the sight in front of him. He snaps a photo, and sends it to his parents.

The baby then toddles over to him and grasps his hand.

“Gumi! Wada! Pease pay wada.” Megumi is surprised at how good the babies words are getting, he understood (with difficulty) that he wanted him to play in the water too. So he takes off his vans and joins them quietly, swirling the water to show the child who smiles up at him and Yuuji takes this opportunity to send a photo of this pure brotherly love to you. You both cry when you open it.

After an hour, they head to get ice cream and some lunch. They meet up with the others and grab food at a ramen place, as Inumaki delightedly feeds Akio his jar of baby food and a small bottle by Yuuji.

They then look up one final activity and decide on the Mori Building Digital Art Museum. When they enter, Akio’s eyes light up (literally) at all the sights and lights around him. He tries to catch the floating lamps as all the teenagers giggle at the babies awe and confusion. You brought him here one day when he was younger and Satoru was on a mission and Tsumiki was at a birthday sleepover. Inumaki was running wild taking photos, saying he wants to send some to Yuuta so he’ll come back quicker. Maki is acting photographer for Nobara who’s trying to get the best instagram shots she can. Yuuji is as astounded as the baby by all the pretty lights.

As Megumi lifted the baby up to touch some of the lights, pointing up at them - Yuuji got another photo.

Yuuji felt really in love at that moment. Megumi looked so pretty, dark hair reflecting the lights and small smile as he looked at his baby brother.

Around 6pm, everyone was beat. Once they got back to the dorms, Megumi went to give the baby a bath while Yuuji made food. The second years went to their respective room, but the three first years went to the common room around 7.30pm, a warm bottle in Megumi’s hand as he feeds the baby while they all watch The Jungle Book together on the sofa. Once the films over, Akio is asleep on Megumi’s chest, Yuuji has his head on his shoulder and Nobara has her head in Yuuji’s lap. The end credits wake up the teens, who bid each other goodnight, and Yuuji and Megumi share a shy kiss goodnight after Nobara leaves, and Megumi takes Akio, as carefully as he can without waking him, into his room where he lays him in his crib. Akio won’t let go of his fingers, so he falls asleep with his arm hanging off his bed into the crib. If someone had been there that night, they’d have seen a soft smile on both of the Fushiguro-Gojo boy’s faces.

He’s disturbed from his slumber the next morning by soft whispers and sounds. He groggily opens his eyes and sees you and Gojo kneeling beside his bed and the crib, both planting kisses on the baby who is delighted to see his Mama and Papa. Satoru blows raspberries onto the babies belly who begins to writhe in laughter at his very silly daddy and grins even wider when his dad presents him with a Sakura mochi saying it’s breakfast.

You are nuzzling into your baby and husband, hand still clasped in Satoru’s bigger one.

Megumi smiles at the scene, he loves his family. Even if they drive him crazy.

‘Akio! Look, baby! Your big bro is awake! Will we go say hi?’ Satoru smiles, Megumi likes seeing his dad so soft and enamoured - even though he always is like that with you around. In the morning light, it’s even more clear that although he has your nose, Akio is all Satoru. Blindfold tucked away - their eyes match in the golden light.

The tall man and baby come walking over to the bed as you sit on the edge and stroke your eldest’s hair.

‘Thank you, ‘Gumi. You’re the best big brother in the world. We love you, sweetheart.” You say, pressing a kiss to his forehead like you did when he was tiny.

“We love you ‘this much’!” Satoru says, pulling the babies little chubby arms wide to make a big gap to demonstrate that they do really - love their ‘Gumi so much. All of them.

Recommended Listening:

Sparks - Coldplay

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #anime #family formations extras #dad!gojo #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro

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peterparkerluvr · 1 year ago

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2+2 | Peter Parker

(gif from @sacharinee)

mature content! 18+

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Studying with Peter goes exactly right.

content warnings: steamy make out, swearing, sexual content, suggestive dialogue, Adam Sandler.

word count: 1620+

A/N: Hi! This is my first EVER smut, I hope you like it<3

It wasn’t my idea to study for Algebra, it never was. If I had a choice I would abolish Algebra from every school curriculum and burn every math textbook on the Earth, but of course that wasn’t possible.

“Ok, now that we have the x-intercept, we can just insert the y value from the center and finish the equation!”

“I have no clue what you just said,” Peter’s exasperated sighs fill my ears as I complain about his teaching, “I am just so sorry, I genuinely cannot do math.”

“Yes you can, you’re very smart and very capable and not everyone can add, so it is a-okay!” Sarcasm laces his tone, a humorous glint twinkling in his eye as he sends a cheeky grin my way.

“Ha. I know how to add, 2+2 is equal to 4!” He couldn’t hold in a laugh then, dissolving my prior confidence.

“On that note, let’s take a break!” Peter closed his open notes and pushed the notebooks to his side, stretching from his position.

As he lifts his arms above his head, the edge of his Midtown sweatshirt lifts upwards, exposing his skin and giving me a peek of the definition below. Lean muscle stretches across his abdomen, tensing with every move. His impressive v-line cutting into his torso, deep enough to lap water from-

“Uh, you okay?” his awkward chuckles interrupt my ogling,

“Yeah, yeah.” Spluttering out an excuse, I draw my eyes away from his very rock-hard abdominals and decide to intently stare at the thread hanging from his comforter.

“Let’s watch a movie or something?” He couldn’t hide his unmistakable blush as it crept from the round of his cheeks and flushed towards his chest, oh how I wish I could graze my fingertips across the pink tint on his upper body and-

“Good idea! What are you thinking?” I mention, focusing on his words and pretending to not be soaking wet for my best friend, I quickly dismiss the thoughts plaguing my mind.

“I feel like watching a comedy, take my mind off all the calculations,” He said while scrolling for the perfect piece of entertainment,

“Besides, anything will be better than those stupid graphing videos she forces down our throats.”

His soft brown eyes catch mine as they crinkle at the sides, his soft pink lips just begging to touch mine. Leaving me wondering just what other part of him wants to be touched, what other soft, pink things I can-

“Ahem, how about ‘Grownups’? I need a little Adam Sandler in my life right now.” I suggested, I need to rein in my thoughts and I need to do it ASAP.

“Perfect, just what I was thinking. Good job, you’ve found something you’re good at, movie suggestions!” Peter nudged me with his elbow as I moved to climb beside him in his bed.

His very small twin bed where just sitting side by side our thighs were molded together and I could hear his strong, steady heartbeat and his deep breathing.

This boy is going to be the death of me.

He pushes his pillows in an upright position behind us and moves an arm behind my shoulders to create a more comfortable position. His nimble fingers gently squeeze my shoulder as he looks down to catch my eye in an innocent smile.

He has to know what he’s doing to me.

He leans forward to press play on his laptop in front of us, slipping his hold from my shoulder to my waist, slightly pressing his palm into my torso. He shifts back into his former place, bucking his hips upward to settle into the bed.

Many expletives are running through my mind right now.

As the movie begins, all I can focus on are the curls of his hair resting against his forehead. The creamy red tint of his lips run through my mind as I imagine every place on my body I want his mouth to touch. I thought of his even breaths becoming aroused grunts and breathy moans, I imagined his soft voice becoming thick with pleasure and whimpering begs falling past his lips.

The taut string wound between my thighs pulled, threatening to snap as I let my mind run wild. I mindlessly rocked into the bed, yearning for friction to ease my discomfort.

Peter’s obnoxious laugh startled me out of my fantasy,

“I forgot how much I love this movie!” His pink lips pulled in a grin exposing his straight teeth, a sliver of his tongue resting between.

“Peter.” My resolve was weakening and I couldn’t resist the need to hear his name pass through my mouth.

“A-Are you okay, Y/N?” His gaze passes from my lips to my eyes, his voice becoming low and small.

“Can I just try something really fast?” My heartbeat quickened its pace as I struggled to gain the confidence to make a move.

His tiny nod my confirmation, I turned to face him and pulled my legs underneath me. Gulping down my fear and apprehension, I focus on the perfect boy sitting in front of me. His deep woodsy eyes boring into mine, his face twisted into one of confusion and a bit of excitement.

I move my fingertips to graze the crook of his neck, dipping into his collarbones and watching a soft blush erupt where my finger trails. I press my hands into his shoulders and lower my head to the crook of his neck. I hear his breathing increase as I move my tongue across the velvety expanse of his collarbone.

Peter releases another breath and latches a hand onto my lower back, slightly digging the tips of his fingers into the skin. I lean closer into him, scooting closer and moving my hand to his slender thigh. My tongue sucks on the smooth skin, warranting more quiet groans from Peter.

His hands push into my back, gripping my sides, faintly pulling my body into his. I push off of his shoulders and lift myself to straddle his legs, settling with our limbs tangled together, his thigh resting between mine. I move from his neck to pepper kisses along his jaw, my hips gently grinding on his thigh, easing the desperation in my clothed heat.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Peter grips my waist and guides my movement, moving a hand to my chin, connecting our lips. His needy tongue invades my mouth, moving his hand to the side of my head, lacing his fingers in my hair. His teeth nip at my lower lip as he continues grinding my cunt along his thigh.

“Peter,” his name slips from my tongue in whimpers as he continues to let me use his thigh for pleasure. His wet kisses trail down my neck to my collarbone, he kisses into the swell of my breast, sucking gently.

He gently lifts me up and places me directly on his lap, through my position I can feel his erection pressing into my clit through my jeans, applying needed relief to the ache and leading me closer to my peak. His movements become more urgent as he bucks his hips into me, his hardness rubbing against the wetness between my legs.

“You feel so good Y/N, fuck,” His deep beathing becoming throaty grunts, he ruts into my sex as he furthers towards an orgasm. His kisses become urgent as he pushes his fingers into my sides, moving his mouth back to my chest forming hickies and biting into the skin leaving purple bruises on my body.

“Please, Peter,” My head falls to his shoulder, sucking gently on his exposed skin, my nails scratching into his upper back.

“Yeah baby?” His lips move to my jaw as he grips my chin to move my eyes to his, my pupils blown from the pleasure, husky pants leaving my open mouth.

“I’m gonna cum, Peter, please,” His hot mouth connects to mine, connecting in a feverish kiss. Hot and needy, his tongue strokes mine, his hands wrapping around my neck, his fingers pulling me even closer.

“fuck, cum for me baby,” His hand roughly pushes my cunt into his lap, attacking my neck with his tongue. His name drops from my tongue in a chant as I near my orgasm. My moans increase in volume and peak in a whine, my head rolls backwards as my vision blurs. My limbs tense as I ride out my high, moaning Peter’s name, my sex pulsing as I climax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N you’re so good baby,” Harshly digging his fingertips into my sides, Peter pushes his head onto my chest as he cums. His hips rut upward into me, his lips sucking on my chest in his pleasure; biting harshly at the exposed skin, his movement slows as he rests on my collarbones.

Our deep breaths mix as we come down from our high. My fingers move to his head, lacing my fingers in his soft brown curls, slightly wet from sweat. Using my chin, I lift his head, meeting large pupils and tinted cheeks. I kiss from his forehead to each side of his face, landing in a sweet kiss on his lips, licking at his bottom lip and chewing at the skin.

“Y/N,” His eyes fill with admiration as he licks the taste of my tongue off of his lips and gives a few kisses to my chest moving up to my jaw,

“God, you’re so beautiful.” His thumbs trace circles into my waist as he looks up at me.

I push lightly against his chest, turning away from him,

“Wait, have we gotten to the part at the water park yet?” My attention diverting to the laptop screen, awaiting the appearance of Steve Buschemi.

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Long Way Down Final-Part Five

Okay here it is. The Fifth and Final Part of a Long Way Down.

Warning- Language, discussions of suicide and depression.

Those triggers are not a major part of the story as far as the details but I do want you to know ahead of time if those subjects would cause you distress.

And you guys are getting all, the feels, the angst, and dad!rry as well as a few unexpected things

Aside from that I hope it meets your expectations.

Word Count 6.5K

While trying to process the words, Harry chokes back tears and feels his heart race. When the news finally registers that Y/N is safe and the search is over he leaps off the sofa and races down the hall. Relief pumps through every part of him as he runs toward the guest room. He's been so afraid of never seeing Y/N again. But now, she's coming home and his heart overflows with happiness. He knows that nothing could ever replace the love he feels for his Y/N - his prayers have been answered

Harry's shouts startle Liam as he crashes through the door. "They found her. They fuckin' found her." he yells as tears stream down his face.

Liam shakes his head and rubs his eyes as he sits on the edge of the bed. “Wha's that?” Liam asks in confusion, trying to make sense of the news. Suddenly, he realizes that they have found Y/N. He is both surprised and relieved. "They found her? Is she okay? Where is she?" He is happy to abandon his much needed nap when he hears the happy report.

“She’s in some small village in Scotland. They said she’s fine. I think she’s fine. I dunno, but we gotta go. Y/N's mum can stay here with the kids. We gotta go. Up. What ya’ just sitti’ there for? We need to hurry and get her."

"Let's go get out girl." Liam stands and slips on the jeans draped over the end of the bed. He walks over to the corner and picks up a sweatshirt from the floor and puts it on. “Well, what are you standing there for? Let's go. I'm ready."

Just as Harry steps into the hall, the door to the next room opens. "What's the matter, love? What's wrong?" Y/N's mother asks.

“They’ve found ‘er," he says.

“Oh please tell me she’s ok.”

He pauses, taking a deep breath before finally giving her the news. "She's alive," he says with relief. Harry nods and smiles. "She is. Well, that's what the detective told me."

“Thank God,” she says. She releases a long, deep sigh of relief, feeling the weight lifted off her shoulders.

“You’ll need to stay here with the kids. Liam and I are heading to get her.”

“Where is she?” she asks.

“Lil village in Scotland.”

“Scotland? What on earth for?” she asks.

Harry shrugs and dashes toward the stairs. "I've told ya all I know. We'll call you when we get there. Can you please talk to the kids when they get up from their naps? It'll just delay us if I wake them up now."

She nods, wiping away tears. "Yes, of course. Please hurry. Tell her I love her."

"'m callin' Jeff to get a plane ready," Harry calls out as he runs down the hall, and up the stairs. Once on the second floor he darts into the couple's bedroom. He grabs his phone and hits Jeff's contact. He demands they get a plane ready ASAP, so they can fly to Y/N.

As he speaks to Jeff he shoves on his sneakers, clips back his bangs, and brushes his teeth- all in a matter of a few minutes. As he scans the room, he wonders what Y/N might need. It appears from his discussion with the detective that she had all of her belongings with her. He says to himself, "You got me 100% from now on, baby." After emptying his Pleasing tote of its usual 40 tons of stuff he grabs some clothes, his keys, wallet and other essentials tossing it all in the bag as he heads down to the living room.

When he arrives downstairs, Liam is waiting for him. "I've called for a car. They should be here soon. Good thing everyone was on standby, otherwise this could've been a logistical nightmare," Liam says, emphasizing the urgency of the situation.

"No it wouldn't. Would've driven us m'self if I'd had to. Oh, Liam, man I've never felt better in m' life. Y/N's comin' home. 'm gonna love her like no man has ever loved a woman. She's gonna get sick of me I swear it." His anticipation causes him to jump up and down with excitement. His smile is wider than Liam has ever seen it.

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Harry is so frantic to get to Y/N that he nearly shatters the glass of the sliding doors as he runs into the hospital. He is desperate to find his wife and unable to wait for the elevator to arrive he rushes up the stairs. As sweat dampens his forehead and an intense sense of urgency propels him forward.When he reaches the second floor he pulls the door open with force.

"I'm sorry sir this floor is closed. You'll have to take the elevator to the next floor," a police officer says to him.

"No, it's ok. She's m' wife the woman you all are protecting. Y/N Styles, she's m' wife." He repeats with growing resolution, "Y/N Styles is my wife and Detective Reeves knows I'm here."

Before Harry can proceed, Detective Reeves approaches him. "It's alright, he's the husband."

Harry stands tall and speaks firmly, "Yes, I've come to take her home."

The two officers nod. "Sorry, sir."

"It's alright, thanks for looking after her," Harry says.

"You can come this way, Mr. Styles." Reeves walks down a desolate hallway."Let's step into the waiting area," he says.

"Where is she? Wanna see Y/N. You said she's ok, right?" Harry adds with a hint of irritation in his voice.

In response, the detective motions towards a couch. "Please have a seat, Mr. Styles. I need to speak with you about your wife." Harry sits down, his patience wearing thin. He knows something is wrong and he needs answers.

"Where is she? Wanna see m' wife. What's happen'?" His voice quivers with worry. "Tell me, Detective. What's going on with my wife?" Is she okay?"

As he nods his head Reeves replies, "She is indeed, but I still need to speak with you before you see her."

Harry stands and paces the tiny room. "Tell me, ya worryin' me."

"I know you're anxious," Reeves continues, "but I need you to stay here for a few minutes so we can talk."

He throws his hands in the air and asks, "Why can't I see her?"

"I understand how you feel. I know you're eager," Reeves says calmly, "but I need you to trust me and stay here while we talk things through."

"Spit it out then."

"Sir, it appears your wife wasn't truly missing in the traditional sense. Do you remember when we first spoke, and I told you adults can leave without a trace, and it's perfectly acceptable?"

"Yeah. What do ya mean?" he asks. "What are ya sayin'?"

"I'm referring to a concept called voluntary disappearance. It's when an adult chooses to leave their current life behind and start a completely different one elsewhere. It's not a crime and it's not illegal. It's a personal decision to break ties and start anew."

'I don't understand what you are sayin' when you say start a new life. I am growing more and more impatient with you," Harry says.

"Once the doctors give you the okay, I'll let you talk to your wife about it in depth, but it seems that she really did leave you. It seems she wasn't happy and didn't want to be there anymore. It was determined after lengthy discussions with myself, my partner and the medical staff that she had personal reasons for leaving. As for the details, you'll need to speak with your wife."

"Details? Details like what? You know what? Fuck you Reeves." He points his finger at the man, then places his hands in the pockets of his sweats as he clinches his jaw. "Lemme see m' wife. 'm not playin' this game with ya', dancin' round the subject, tryin' to be cryptic. Where is she?"

"I am simply trying to let you know what our investigation has uncovered. You are welcome to see your wife, but it might be beneficial for you to understand the full scope of the situation before you enter the room."

"Go on then, tell me how ya know m' wife so much better than me," Harry says.

"You see your wife seems to be very unhappy. She suffers quite a lot. The woman in that room is much different from the wife I suspect you've known all these years."

Harry steps toward the door. "Where are the doctors? You aren't telling me shit. And how did she even end up here?"

"Said she took a bus, then rideshare to the old lady's house." The detective shrugs. She can explain where she left the car and all that when you talk to her." Reeves walks to the door and opens it. "I'll get the doctor. Please just wait here."

"Sure, whatever." Harry waves his hand.

The detective steps out, but returns within a minute or two, followed by a small woman in a white jacket.

She enters the room and extends her hand and nods. "Thank you for speaking with me, sir." Harry shakes her hand. "I'm Dr. Thomas. I've been here with your wife since she came in last night. I think there are some things you need to know before you go in, but there are also things you need to hear directly from your wife." She wants to make sure Harry is prepared to support her.

"Are you gonna dance as well? Jesus need to take you two on tour with me for all the dancing around you do."

"Sir, let's have a seat." The doctor motions toward the same sofa.

"'m tired of bein' asked to have a seat." But Harry does as the doctor asks, and sits.

She sits next to him, straightening her coat. "Mr. Styles, your wife overdosed. She said that the depression and anguish, as she described it, had become too much for her to continue. I'm so sorry," the doctor said softly, "but now we must focus on helping her through this difficult time. These maladies affect everyone differently, so what depression might look like for you or for me, looks different for her. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah. Yeah, course I understand everyone's experience is different. But depression? Anguish? Where is all of this comin' from? She never let on. How could I have known she was sufferin'?" Harry stands.

"Your wife is suffering from a major depressive episode. It's not unusual for women in her situation to experience this."

"Her situation?"

"Yes, but that's something you'll need to discuss with your wife."

"This is ridiculous. Say what you've got to say or le' me to speak to 'er." Harry walks to the door and opens it.

The doctor follows him. "Mr. Styles, she's very fragile," the doctor says apologetically, "and I must stress that it is essential that you handle her with care."

"When can I take her home?" he asks.

"My advice would be to transfer her to a psychiatric hospital. I know that you have the choice of any facility you wish, so that should be left up to you. I think the transfer would be appropriate sometime tomorrow if she remains stable through tonight."

"Okay." He steps into the hall. "Thank you, doctor. I appreciate what you've done for my wife. I'll see to it we get her in the right place. I'll have her therapist and doctor coordinate with you once we determine where we are taking her. Can I see her now?"

"Yes." The doctor and detective step into the hall, and walk a few doors down, and Harry follows. "I'll be here the rest of the evening if you have any questions. Just have one of the nurses contact me." She and Harry shake hands before she walks away.

"Mr. Styles, our work here is complete, so we are going to make our way back to London. You know how to reach me. While the circumstances aren't ideal I'm happy we found her, and that she's safe. Don't be too harsh on yourself. These things happen."

Harry has the impulse to hug the man but stops and settles for a handshake. "Thank you. Thank you so very much for all you've done."

"Not at all sir. All in a day's work isn't it?"

"I suppose. Thank you." Harry nods.

"Good luck, Mr. Styles." He walks away.

"Harry, just call me Harry."

"Alright Harry. Goodnight."

Harry is excited, but apprehensive about seeing his wife. He looks down the hall and sees Liam talking with officers guarding the stairwell.

He taps on the door. There is no response, but he pushes the heavy door open.

Y/N lays in the bed staring out of the window.

"Hi, Angel. It's Harry, love." His voice is soft and steady as he slowly walks toward the bed.

As he sits in a chair next to her, he sees in her profile that she is awake. As he takes her hand, he whispers, "Love, it's me.". "Missed you. Had me going crazy wonderin' if I would ever see you again.". He brushes her hair away from her face. "I love you."

She remains silent, moves around, but still won't look at him.

"Y/N I don't know what's wrong baby. I know things are rough at home, but we'll fix them. No, I'll fix them. We don't want you to leave us ever again. I'll do anything you want." He starts to cry. "I'm here for you," he promises, his voice breaking. "We'll get through this together, whatever it takes."

Y/N doesn't respond.

"Tell me what you want, I'll do it. We've built so much together, a beautiful family. I thought we were happy, baby. I'm so sorry."

When she turns to him she avoids eye contact."I don't love you."

"How can you say that?" he asks, his voice trembling with emotion .

"You can go now. I told them not to call you." Her voice is cold and dry.

He stares in disbelief, his world crumbling around him. He shakes his head. She has just spoken words he would've never predicted. He can't believe that she is so callous and that she has given up on them without even trying to work things out. With his free hand he pours a cup of water from a small pink pitcher and offers it to her. "Here, have some water. Your throat is dry."

She doesn't accept the water. Even before he came home from his tour, she realized that the connection they once had was missing. She couldn't pinpoint when she fell out of love, but it had been a while. It was time for them to separate so that she could move on and find true happiness. He deserved happiness too, and she wanted him to find it. He was a very decent man, but he just wasn't the man for her. Not anymore."

He shakes his head. "No, baby, no, that's your depression talking. We're gonna get you some help,yeah?" He rubs her hair.

"Stop it." She swats his hand away.

He removes his hand from her. "Sorry, love. It might take you some time to feel better, but I'm home and I'll look after the kids. You can have all the time you need. We'll find the finest place in the world, anywhere, and you go and take care of yourself." He tries to hand her the cup of water again.

She shakes her head. "No, I'm not thirsty."

"Baby, your voice is dry. You need to drink something."

She pushes the water away. She tries to be polite as possible, and she removes her hand from his while saying, "Please Harry, please don't make me be rude. I'm trying to be decent here. Just leave."

He stands, placing the cup on the tray. "Decent? Is that what this is? Desert your babies? Disappear without a trace knowing we were lookin' for ya? I'm here Y/N. I'm waiting for you to let me help ya', but just like the day ya left I'm lost. I don't know what to do." He sniffles as he tries to stop crying , and focus on her, and what she is saying.

She returns her gaze to the window. "Leave. That's what you can do. I'll get the help I need, but I still don't want to be married to you. As for the kids we'll figure it out, but honestly I just need to be by myself. I don't want to wait for anyone to come home, or change a diaper. I can't take the pressure anymore."

"But ya don't have to baby. I'm home now, got all the help you could want."

"Is that what you've been doing since you've been home? Helping?"

"I know I haven't been perfect, but I swear I'll try. Please at least give me the chance."

"Leave, Harry."

"No."

"Harry there's someone else." She looks down at her lap. "Is that better? Someone who doesn't make me feel like a maid or just a fuck toy."

Harry punches the wall. "No!" He grabs his hand, shaking away the pain. "You brought another man into our home, our bed?"

"No. I didn't have sex with him. But Harry, he makes me feel heard and seen. That's something we haven't had for a long time. I want a divorce. Is he the man I'll be with?" She shrugs. "I don't know, but he made me realize there is someone out there who can appreciate me as a complete woman and not just the parts that serve him."

"No, Y/N. You're not getting off that easy. You don't get to just walk away from nearly a decade at the flick of a wrist. You don't just get to leave and not give it a chance, not talk to me about how you're feelin." He wipes his face, then rubs his hurt hand.

"I'm trapped then, aren't I? Have to just keep my mouth shut and act happy. I can't Harry. I've tried and I just can't do it anymore."

"What are you talking about Y/N?" Harry walks back over and tries to hold her hand again.

"I'm a mum and a wife, your wife of all people and I'm not happy." With a shake of her head, she frees her hand from him.

"We'll work on it. I promise." He looks into her eyes, his voice firm but compassionate as he adds, "I need you to believe that I'm worth the effort."

"No matter how much we work on it, I simply don't get to be me. I'm still only a wife, your wife no less and a mother. That's all I am. It's a bitter reminder that, while I'm capable of so much more, I'm still often defined by my roles within our relationship." She closes her eyes holding back tears as she bites her lip.

"No. No, love, you're everything, that's what you are. You are a beautiful and powerful force in this world. You bring light and hope wherever you go, and nothing can stop that."

She rolls her eyes and sighs, fidgeting in bed until she finally sits up. "Harry please leave. You know I'm fine now. I'll get some help finding a place to transfer to, but please let me be. It's okay to stop loving someone. You don't get to be mad at me because of the way I feel."

He shakes his head and walks back and forth. "You know Y/N you are really a piece of work. I felt sorry for ya when they told me 'bout the shape you were in. I really did, but I see now you're just selfish." He looks at the door to check that no one is coming in. "You're bein' a coward," gritting his teeth he points at her, "not taking responsibility for your actions. You're bein' selfish."

"Oh," she says in a voice louder than she intended. She lowers her volume. "You have to be kidding, Harry. That must be a joke. Me?" She presses her hands to her chest. "I'm selfish?"

"Yeah, Y/N tha's what I said. Selfish."

"That's not true!" she declares, her voice indignant. "I'm not selfish!"

"Then what is Y/N? What are you? Those kids need their mum!" Harry shouts this time.

Y/N drops her voice. "No more than they've needed a father."

A twisted expression appears on Harry's face. "Is that what this is about? Tryin' to teach me a lesson at the expense of the kids?"

"Quit being so fucking narcissistic Harry, everything in the world isn't about you! Don't you get enough attention already? This isn't about teaching you anything."

He steps toward the bed. "Oh really? Well, Lola, you remember her, the littlest one? Big beautiful eyes, chubby cheeks, you remember her don't ya? Been sick since you left. Archer, the oldest one, gorgeous boy, ya remember him? Well he busted his foot. No to mention ya leave the whole of the world lookin' for ya." Harry chuckles as he tugs at his lip. "You can't take it anymore. Bullshit. That's what it is. How about your mum and sisters? All of our friends? You've had lots of people outta their minds Y/N"

"You think I don't know the trouble I've caused?" She asks her voice rising with each word. "You think I don't care about the kids? Well, I do! That's why I left."

"Leavin' 'ems not helpin' 'em is it? Wonderin' where their mum has gone, leavin' me to make up lies, promisin' you'll be back." Harry kicks the bed.

The door opens, a young male nurse interrupts. "Alright in here?"

"Yes," Y/N replies.

"Are you sure?" the nurse asks.

"I'm sure." She nods.

"If your visitor is upsetting you I'm sure we can have the officers remove him." The nurse looks Harry up and down.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you," Y/N says.

"I'll be right outside if you need me." He closes the door.

"It's not about you or the kids, or anyone else. Don't you see that? It's about me. It's about what I want." She stands.

"Marriage doesn't work that way, and building a life together doesn't work that way." Harry reduces the space between them, stepping toward her.

She looks at the floor, then at Harry. "Marriage is about two people and if one person is only focused on themselves, then the marriage is not going to work. This marriage is about you, and I'm not angry anymore. You can't help who you are and I can't help how I feel."

Harry grips her shoulders, leaning down to look her in the eye. "I'm sorry," he whispers. "I don't know how to make it work, but I promise I'll try."

"Harry, you can't fix it. I've fallen out of love with you." Tears fill her eyes. "Do you think it makes me happy to make you upset? Of course not. I love you, but I'm not in love with you." She speaks the words that are the kiss of death to anyone on the receiving end. "That's why I took the pills."

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "What do you mean?"

"Death would be easier than leaving. I'd rather be dead than hurt you or the kids. I wish that old lady had let me be." She sighs heavily, looking away.

Harry kneels, grabs her legs and hides his face in her thighs as he pleads with her. "Don't say that. Never, ever, ever say that again." He sobs at the mere mention of her harming himself. "I know you're in pain," he whispers while rubbing the back of her legs. "But I need you to understand that no matter what, I'm here for you. We can get through this together."

She touches his shoulder. "Don't feel obligated to say what you think I want to hear."

"'m not, swear it love. I'd give up everything just to see you smile again. If that means splitting up, then I'll accept it. Walking away from my career, I'll do it. You hold all the cards love."

"Let's be serious Harry you're never leaving your career."

"But I'm willing to make this sacrifice for us," Harry said, determined to make his point clear. "I would. If that's what you want I won't fight you. I'll post on Instagram or Twitter or whatever, and announce m' retirement." He looks up at her. His eyes are full of dedication, sadness, and desperation.

She shakes her head and looks at the ceiling. "No. I don't know why I can't just let it all go," she whispers. "But it's like my heart won't let me. I don't even know how to love you anymore."

"Go, Harry."

"But would you at least discuss it with a therapist before we make a final decision? Please."

"Harry, please go home. Please tell the children I love them, and I will see them soon." Out of habit she rubs his thick, dark curls, holding him to her for just a moment. Tears roll down her face. "Please go."

He releases himself from her and stands. He takes her face in his hands, scanning her eyes for a glimpse of the old Y/N but she's not there. After placing a kiss on her forehead, he says in a soft, gentle voice. "I love you Y/N. I always will. Nothing you can do will change that. I will never give up on us, never." He's determined to be there for her.

With a trembling lip, she steps back and gives him a final nod of her head, her heart aching as she watches her husband walk away.

At the door he turns to her. "Meant what I said. Anything in the world to make ya stay, to work this out."

She nods. "Sure," she says.

"Speak with your doctors, and once you decide on a place I'll make sure it's paid for, but please let's at least talk about it again when you're feelin' better."

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It's been two months since Harry rushed to Scotland to see his wife. It has been two months since she left, saying she no longer loved him. For the last month they have worked with their therapist to try and fix what's broken. Y/N lives in an apartment they own on the other side of the city. The kids remain with Harry. For the first few weeks Anne stayed with Harry to help, but since then he's been on his own with the children. They don't fully understand why their Mummy doesn't live with them. When she sees them it is difficult when Harry takes them back home for both Y/N and the children. There are always sobs in the car as Harry drives them home, buying their contentment with ice cream and toys and amusement parks. However, he know that isn't a sustainable way for them to cope.

With the help of a child psychologist they are adjusting a bit. But the transition is difficult for everyone and their wounds remain deep .Each day is a little bit easier. He works his schedule around theirs, and makes certain he is available to them at any time. He leaves Lola with a trusted friend or Gemma when he can't take her with him. That's usually only for therapy appointments with Y/N. During the day the two older children are in school so his only immediate concern is Lola. He has put all his plans on hold. He's even asked Jeff not to call for the time being. Jeff is one of his best friends, but Harry also knows it's all business in the end. He can't let anything distract him. The three shows in Manchester are around the corner. He's decided to stay with his mum so she can help with the kids while he rehearses and puts the final touches on the show.

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Manchester Night Three

Harry is near the end of his final night in Manchester when he walks to the mic stand.

"Thank you everyone for welcoming me home. As most of you know I grew up not too far from here, and it's always a pleasure coming home. It's been an honor returning to Manchester and getting the chance to perform for all of you these three nights."

The crowd erupts into cheers and barking. Harry gives them a moment before he continues. In spite of the noise of the crowd, he speaks, "Thank you so much for everything, but the evening isn't quite over yet! I have something very special and unexpected for all of you."

Harry and the band have had a tremendous impact on people, as evidenced by the crowd's enthusiasm and appreciation. The cheering and applause are not only a sign of gratitude and admiration, but they also serve as a reminder of the show's success. A clear indication of the joy it has brought to countless people.

"Thank you." Harry chokes back tears, pausing for a moment as he looks at the ground. He clears his throat and continues. "Throughout our show's run, we have had the opportunity to share our message of joy and positivity with people from all walks of life. We are overwhelmed by the amount of support we have received and we are truly thankful for the encouragement and love we have been shown." He stops and looks around, taking it all in, the enormous stadium filled with people who love him, but there is one person missing, the only person that matters. "There should be glow stick necklaces in your seats. I see many of you have them already. Please make sure that you all wear them for the last few songs. Come on then, I want this room to look like a sea of stars. I usually end the show with Kiwi, but tonight we have changed up the setlist. I hope you'll like what I've got in store for you." A cheer breaks out. Harry walks to the other side of the stage.

"But before I do that, I want to share a few things with you." He looks back at the band, giving a half-smile. "I rarely talk about my personal life or business endeavors, but tonight I would like to share a bit of that with you. My contract will end after tonight's last song."

A few in the crowd murmur, mumble, cheer or shout, but most of the fans are quiet as they await his next words. Some are predicting a surprise release of his next album tonight.

"But this time I didn't renew that contract. No one, not even my wife knows that. Instead, I'm taking a break to spend some quality time with my family and reflect on the past as well as consider my next steps, whatever they may be." The stadium falls silent as he continues. However, some decide to boo Harry during such a vulnerable moment.

"I know, and believe me I'm sorry to say that, but it's important you hear it from me, and not the press or social media gossip. As most of you know I have a beautiful family, and I love them more than words, even mine can describe. They are true treasures. A pair of beautiful, sweet, and amazing daughters, as well as a handsome and gifted son. But there's one person who doesn't get the credit they deserve and that's my wife. She truly is a Sweet Creature. Everything that is good and happy in my life stems from that woman. She has been with me for almost 10 years, and that alone makes her a saint." Harry holds back tears as his voice cracks. "While I have been traveling the world doing what I love, she has been at home with our family. However, somewhere along the way I forgot how difficult it must be for her. She always shared me with you without reserve or hesitation. She inspired some of you favorite songs. I also realized just how much I'd missed with my kids. And for those reasons I am embarking on a long hiatus."

The jumbotron catches women and girls sobbing, some holding their hands to their hearts praising him for being such a wonderful husband. His gesture of love and dedication resonates with many, as evidenced by the reactions of the crowd.

"And I hope during that time you don't forget me, and that you love the music I come back with, but I want to take some time to be with my family and hopefully grow as a person as well as an artist. Now, my kids are backstage, and if you're good I might invite them out at the end of the show. " Everyone screams and yells.

"The songs I'm about to play have meant a lot to me recently. After looking through the catalogue of songs I've written or just sang over the years, some really stuck out as very significant right now. So, if you'll be patient for one more moment I'd like to ask some special people to join me on the stage."

As a customized riser comes from beneath the stage, four silhouettes can be seen. The roar and stomping that comes from the crowd can probably be heard in Liverpool.

"I think some of you might recognize these guys, but just in case I'll let them introduce themselves." The crowd begins to quiet down. The stage lights shine down on the four men as they turn toward the crowd.

"I'm Niall." The crowd cheers.

"I'm Zayn." The crowd only grows louder.

"Hey everyone, it's Liam" And the cheers continue to grow.

And finally. "I'm Louis."

The stadium is so loud that the guys can't talk to one another so they just smile and wave at the crowd. The atmosphere is electric, like a thunderstorm that has been brewing for days and is finally ready to unleash its power.

Harry laughs into the mic. "Weren't expecting that were you?" His quip elicits a roar of laughter from the audience, further encouraging their enthusiasm. Everyone seems on the verge of hysteria.

So I'd like to start off with a song that has really hit home for me lately. This one is called "Long Way Down."

Niall begins,

We made a fire Went down in the flames We sailed an ocean And drowned in a wave Built a cathedral But we never prayed We had it all, yeah And we walked away

Harry belts out his iconic, soulful lyrics

Point of no return And now it's just too late to turn around I try to forgive you, But I struggle 'cause I don't know how We built it up so high and now I'm fallin' It's a long way down It's a long way down from here

The voices of the stadium singing along all but drowned out the boys completely. The song continues with all of the boys singing their parts with absolute perfection.

"Now, this next one's even further back in the catalogue, and it's called Infinity," Louis says. Music emanating from the stage even further excites the fans, as the boys grin with joy at being together and sharing a stage with each other. Once again they are in complete harmony as though it had been days and not years since they sang together.

"And I think the fellas got one more left in 'em. Do ya guys?" Harry asks with his signature smile.

They agree.

"This one has been on my mind as I made these recent decisions about my career. Y/N I hope you're listening. "If I could fly". Harry begins.

If I could fly I'd be coming right back home to you I think I might Give up everything, just ask me to

The song is as beautiful as it was the first time the crowd heard it so many years ago. After the final note. Each of the boys nod, and say thank you. The five gather at the center of the stage and engage in a long, tearful embrace. The entire crowd is crying and cheering. Eventually the boys wave and say goodbye one last time before exiting.

"Thank you so much, guys, and to you our fans thank you for loving and supporting us as individual artists since we played as One Direction. I think I speak for all of us, when I say we are immensely grateful for each and everyone of you." The fans cheer and shout.

"Okay. So I promised if you were good I'd let you see my adorable bubs. I think my mum has them backstage. Sarah, would you mind going back and helping bring the babies in?"

Sarah nods, steps away from her drum kit and walks backstage. Harry entertains the crowd by reading signs. Soon everyone is indicating to Harry that there is activity behind him. When he turns around Sarah has Poppy by her hand, and Archer walks ahead of them. "Where's my Lola?" he asks Sarah.

"She's coming."

"What? She can't even walk without help." Harry laughs.

He turns back to the crowd, "Okay baby Styles is somewhere."

He leans down to Poppy. "Can you tell my friends your name?"

"Poppy." She grabs the hem of her lace dress and tucks her face into Harry's chest. The crowd ooh and awws.

Archer pats his dad's leg. "My turn."

"I think he's gonna be the performer in the bunch."

Harry squats as he asks, "And what's your name?"

"Archer, and I busted my foot, but it's better."

The audience laughs hysterically. Suddenly, they scream almost as loudly as they did for the One Direction guys. Harry turns around to see Y/N carrying Lola.

He mouths "What are you doing here?"

She smiles and shrugs. He extends his arms to take Lola. "And this little bit is Lola." He kisses the baby, then gives Y/N a peck on the cheek, not wanting to step across the boundaries they've set for the time being. He puts his arm around Y/N's waist. "And this is Y/N. She's everything I could ever ask for in a wife. She's the only reason I'm still doing this for you, but now it's her turn." He points to the kids. "And their turn. Like I said I hope you don't forget me and are still here when I come back. I don't know how long that will be, but no matter how long it is I'll never forget any of you, or any of this. I love you all. Thank you so much. And with that I'd like to ask the band to join me for a wave and bow."

The band walks forward and in a line they put their arms around one another, some smiling, some crying as they take the final bow.

###

Backstage.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asks Y/N.

"Your mum told me there was something I really needed to be here for."

"Does this mean?"

She shakes her head. "Not yet Harry, and I don't know if or when it will be, but tonight was a start."

She hugs him and kisses him on the cheek.

"That's all I need, some hope, at least a start."

"Okay." She nods and takes his hand. "A start."

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles fan fic #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #dad!rry

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Winterfall

Synopsis: When you thought of your life, Glenview Psychiatric Hospital was the last place you thought you’d end up. What could be weirder than calling a place like this home? Finding people who remind you that, sometimes, the messiest parts of who we are can be the best parts of us too.

Pairings: Christian Yu x Reader x Jay B x Reader (It’s a love triangle, y’all)

Series: ongoing

Word Count: 5186

Warnings: mentions of self-harm, mental health issues, mental disorders, slight violence, sexual themes

A/N: This is a hard one to post. I’ve had this in my WIPs for over seven years. I’ve rewritten it multiple times. Consider if this was a series, I was willing to share. As someone who suffers from BPD II and PTSD, it felt strange to dive into mental health. In a way, I felt like I needed a safe place to get it out. To share. This fic isn’t meant to be sad. It’s meant to be about growth. The journey of mental health can be a messy one, but it doesn’t have to hinder our own growth. Our sadness does not define us. If I ever miss anything in the warnings for chapters, please let me know and I’ll fix it ASAP! This fic is loosely based off of one of my favorite films, Girl, Interrupted. And remember, if you you ever need to talk: Im here.

Shout out to my bestie @deadneverlander for always being the better half in our clownery. I wouldn't be able to do half of this without you.

There was something about the bleakness of winter that seemed to make countless people’s bones ache for the warmth of summer. Their loneliness is somehow made more apparent by rain clouds and negative degrees, turning thoughts into reminiscent scenes of a doomsday film.

You’d always claimed that fall was your favorite season because the vast spectrum of your sadness didn't match the heat of summer. Sure, you loved the possibilities of hot cocoa, warm fires, ridiculous horror, Christmas films, and the first sight of snow. Somewhere along the way, however, came the anxiety of holiday dinners. Where the comfort you’d found in overcast skies turned sinister with repeated looks that reminded you that you were the black sheep; the odd man out with another year of nothing to show.

Fall no longer meant binges on shows and breaks from the endless routine that was work and school. It meant laying in the snow until your body heat forced it to melt underneath you, seeping into the fabric of your clothes to leave your nerves numb and transparent like ice. Your mind silently hoped it would be enough to extinguish the agony that blossomed in your chest.

Jackets were no longer marked for warmth, but strictly to hide your struggle to feel anything past the chasm that’d grown in the past couple of months: to bleed out the parts of you that didn't belong. It wasn't a surprise it's what landed you a one-way ticket to the cozy room inside a psychiatric hospital. Maybe that's just what happens when you're found unresponsive with a belly housing a fifth of rum. The marks on your skin lay like a map to follow on how you got there; only being found like a frantic afterthought.

Glenview Psychiatric Hospital, or GSH that was strategically labeled in bright crimson above the pocket of your prison-inspired sweatshirt, had been home for three months now. It was meant to be a place of healing, among the basic mood stabilizing and therapy sessions everyone held in a day. You felt further away from that concept with every group activity the doctors forced you to take part in. Your social anxiety becoming apparent each time it lands on you to speak, either to close the circle, or to be a part of the ridiculous game activities. The last time you played volleyball your face saw more action with the pleather ball than your arms ever did.

It was currently 12:47 p.m. The clock giving you a false sense of hope that the time wouldn’t just creep by to leave you stranded the last thirteen minutes until you’d earned your freedom. There was, however, the off chance if Dr. Thompson wasn't hearing what he wanted; the hour-long group activity would be extended.

You scanned the other six faces that made up your group: the huddled mess of piled sweaters and huddled blanket of Soomi a fleeting moment of comfort. It only took your eyes adjusting on her figure to know she didn’t have one. Her tiny body composed of thick layers of clothes to portray a false sense of shape. Her anorexia becoming so severe her family had no other option but to put her here, or watch her die. Jason’s endless finger taps on every surface he could touch the only giveaway to his OCD until he removed himself from his chair. Sejun with his alcoholism and Yuna with her acidic imagination that the wind whispered her deepest secrets out into the world.

All this ending with your gaze narrowed on the statuesque figure of Jaebum who comically sat opposite of your current position. The two suicidal inmates that shared in the anxiousness of sadness but little else, and the usual reason why your group never seemed to end on time.

You couldn't say it was a shame to be stuck sitting dead center of someone so attractive; as shallow of an observation as it was there was no denying how ungodly true that statement was. He held a silent attractiveness that resonated in the solitude he kept around himself, and Jaebum was indeed a solitary creature.

He preferred books over people. Usually moving away from anyone who got close to his latest reading perch without ever glancing up from his current book. Jaebum’s favorite place he’d reserved to get lost inside his fiction the seal of the window that looked out the expanse of the institute’s backyard. The entire estate currently covered in the dead burgundy and gold of a forest of oak tree leaves.

It wasn't like you were laying avid amounts of your attention on him or anything. You didn't pay attention to how broad his shoulders looked in his old man sweaters that you could've bet money smells like mothballs. How his features seemed sharpened to match the fierceness that lived inside his eyes. The only thing that exposed his softness was the speck of a mole that dusted itself on his left eyelid.

Jaebum just held a presence that demanded to be noticed. Whether he himself liked it or not.

“Jaebum: do you have anything you’d like to add to the session?”

Dr. Thompson’s question made the both of you jolt in your seats. Youwere too busy staring down at your nails while you plucked away at the cuticles. Jaebum's head turned, unbeknownst to you, from looking at you to the good doctor. It was enough to make your cheeks flush hot.

His crossed arms gave a soft shrug, and you hated how your eyes stayed captivated by the movement. You were willing to blame it on the charcoal-worn cable knit sweater he favored. It really did smell like moth balls and age making you willing to bet it wasn't his to begin with.

“We talked about this guys. Shrugging is not an adequate substitute for an answer.”

His tone showing his frustration more than anger at his need to repeatedly inform the group. Dr. Thompson looked at each of you individually until he stopped on Jaebum, who didn’t seem the least bit moved.

“I have nothing to say.”

A sigh escaped from Dr. Thompson’s lips as his head shook softly. His eyes averted down to the tin clipboard momentarily before they resumed their previous position.

“And what is it exactly you would like me to add, huh?” You felt your body tense against the chair. Your hands grasping at its edges like it would be the only thing to keep you stable against the oncoming rage that was Jaebum’s agitation. “We do these pointless sessions over and over: again and again. For what? Do you think it “saves” anyone?”

Your eyes diverted from the safety of your knees; counting every frayed piece of cloth on your jeans that hung loose from torn holes. No part of you needed to acknowledge that he was standing. The room did that well enough with the tension his power caused. The room itself swelling with anxiety that made fidgety Sera begin to rock violently against the back of her chair. Her head shaking hair into her face, like a curtain to hide what she feared was coming her way like the abusive hands of her father.

The orderlies were already beginning to circle his chair, but Dr. Thompson held up a hand of warding. He reminded you too much of an irresponsible ring handler at a circus. Unwilling to recognize his own tiger was about to maim him.

“No, no that’s fair enough. I see you have an issue with the way we try and help our patients.”

“Help?!” Jaebum snarled. “Is that what you call it? Like you helped Simon remember all the things he wanted to forget! Is that what you call endless therapies until he killed himself! You consider being helpful with the way you handled Ian?”

Dr. Thompson regarded Jaebum quietly, but his eyes were focused and searching the young man’s face. You watched in helpless awe as one stood like a calm in a blazing storm, while the other raged so furiously you thought the walls would come down. No longer was his voice a strong current, but now thunderous words that hurled like lightning bolts were being directed at the man before him.

Jaebum was right. Sometimes, the doctors picked and picked a part at you until you were left bare and raw. And if their words didn’t do it their physical methods picked up where they lacked. His anger was justified, because deep down so were you. But you didn’t have the towering strength like he did to stand up to anyone. Your fear of the seclusion rooms kept you prisoner: locked in your chair as a simple flick of Dr. Thompson’s hand sent the orderlies rushing to Jaebum’s side.

“I think that’s enough for today’s session.”

In the back of your mind you knew that Jaebum was right. In part. Who were counselors and psychologists to tell the broken mirrors of people how to put their pieces back together? Only to end up with more blood on their hands from struggling to put sharp pieces in place. They studied people like you, Jaebum...people like Ian who were features in their college books. They themselves barely ever one to experience it themselves.

Healing, even if unconventional, was still healing in the end. There was no right or wrong way to get there, but here, with people like Dr. Thompson, their textbook solutions were the only solutions. Maybe that’s why it backfired so terribly with Ian.

So for once, you wanted to stand up with Jaebum. To call out the injustices of treatments forced on patients, like Ian. Treatments they’d placed on patients that only wanted to forget, because no one wants to remember traumas and everything that makes them feel like failures.

You knew, however, if you took that chance to be brave for once you would end up like Jaebum. Uselessly struggling against orderlies who came prepared with syringes to make you complacent and an endless day being locked for god knew how long inside seclusion.

It was cowardice that kept your mouth shut. All of you stayed quiet as an orderly you aptly nicknamed, “The Bull,” grabbed at the neck of Jaebum’s sweater. That was all it took for him to react violently. Jaebum’s elbow flew back with such force it dislodged The Bull’s grip, which only seemed to make it worse.

“Jaebum, please do not struggle.” Dr. Thompson’s voice didn’t sound as soothing as he probably imagined. Obvious agitation outlined every word; the struggle forcing all of you up from your chairs and away from the fighting. “Everyone out. Now.”

A part of you hated listening. For not firmly digging your feet in to stand for something you agreed wasn’t right. It was an odd thought. Since Ian was the usual instigator of the chaos of how these ended. Never Jaebum. Maybe he just felt like in Ian’s absence he needed to take over for him.

“You play god with everyone’s emotions and leave them to drown alone in the aftermath. You are the reason Christian keeps escaping and Hyujin is gone! It’s you! It’s all of you!”

Jaebum’s rage became more apparent with each sentence and broke as his throat formed the words of his former friend. Former because he’d found himself as one of Dr. Thompson’s experimental new treatments. A treatment that brought back too much Hyujin couldn’t cope with - was forced to confront - before he was ready.

The ward still felt hollow - missing in the sound of Hyujin’s laugh.

You would’ve been impressed with the way Jaebum was laying into the doctor. He was holding his own against the orderly at his arms until the Bull snuck behind him and brought him falling down to the cold concrete floor.

That was the last you saw of Jaebum as you were ushered outside the doors. You faced them for a long time. No one questioned why you stood at the entrance as Jaebum’s yelling dulled to nothing. It was too late for you to run back and play the role of knight in shining armor and standing in front of the door would only make the staff assume you were waiting to cause a scene.

Turning on your heel you headed towards the living area. Your mind racing heavily with indecision and not paying attention to the overcrowded chairs and couches. You bypassed them all to head to your favorite window seat. It was opposite to the one everyone knew as Jaebum’s; reading a new book every week during free time. It was so engrained to the fabric of the facility that no one tried to take it from him. Not even Ian.

You folded into yourself as soon as you sat down on the window seat. Your chin pressed into your shoulder so you could get a better look outside. The vibrant colors of changing leaves reminding you that fall was coming. Maybe they would let you work outside if you were good? You were tired of doing bathroom and kitchen duties, but because of Ian’s latest stunt no one was allowed outside. Not until the fences were made higher with wire curled along the top.

If thoughts could be breathed into existence, you were positive you alone would be deemed responsible for Ian walking, right then and there, through the facility's double doors. Of course, Ian could never simply enter a room quietly.

Christian entered every room like a force. Wild and unpredictable. Mother Nature couldn’t compete with his massive hurricane personality. No one could come close, because underneath all that unhinged nature was a magmatism that far outreached just good looks.

Was Christian good looking? Devilishly so. It was his way with words, however, that left many people reeling. Not just fellow patients, but staff as well. He was painfully charming and, if you weren’t prepared for his wide-set smile directed in your direction, you were going to find yourself in trouble. Deep, deep Christian-flavored trouble. The staff had even labeled him with a warning of “verbal jujitsu” - you had to stay miles ahead of the conversation or you’d find yourself like the recently fired psych tech who’d handed over the ward keys without a second thought.

Seriously. That’s how Christian escaped this time. All the other times, well, the man could be considered the second coming of Houdini.

“How have you been, Bob? Are your feet still giving you grief, Margo?”

It was impressive how he acted like it wasn’t a big deal he’d magically reappeared. The guard and orderlies awkwardly keep watch over the double doors he’d come through like he’d disappear back into thin air.

You hated how happy you became hearing the richness of his voice. The way his accent reminded you of the battle of wills on what was the proper way to say, “water,” and the teasing you gave him about constantly saying, “Naurr”.

“It’s Margaret, jackass,” the older psych tech mumbled in reply. She didn’t even bother to look up from putting a new bandage on Bob’s hands.

“Missed you too, babe.”

You watched his reflection in the safety of the glass of the window. You didn’t want to show how eager you were to see him - or to find out that every time he left the ward became almost too much to bear alone.

In the safety of the window, you could pretend the call to freedom was what kept your eyes hypnotized. Not the sleeveless tee he’d tucked inside the waist of skinny jeans that hugged to the muscles like paint or the layers of tattoos that covered honey skin. He wasn’t tan when he’d left. Where had Ian’s adventures taken him this time?

You would get the chance to ask him yourself.

When his eyes caught sight of your huddled frame curled in the window seat his trajectory changed completely. He didn’t think you’d noticed him yet, but it didn’t stop his infamous megawatt smile from brightening up his features and the butterflies he’d left trapped in your gut instantly springing back to life.

The only downside? You were more than positive Ian saw you only as a sister. If he’d thought of you in the past as anything else you would’ve definitely known by now. As much as Ian was known for his charisma and whirlwind energy, he was also known for slipping into the janitor’s closet with more than a few now-fired staff members.

In a matter of seconds, he left the mirage of the window to become real beside you. The smell of cigarettes and his preferred cologne enveloped you, instantly turning the space intimate. You tried your best to ignore him. Ian would receive nothing but the side eye from you after the latest shit he’d pulled.

He let out a heavy sigh as a finger playfully poked into your side. He wiggled the digit in a weak attempt to tickle you thinking it would be enough for you to finally look at him. Fat chance. Using your elbow, you pushed down with just enough force to dislodge him from your side. The act forced a heavy sigh to flare his nostrils as he leaned back against the window.

“Come on, ‘Roo. You can’t be that mad at me?”

Of course, he would use your nickname. The nickname you earned one night when he’d tried to tickle you until you couldn’t breathe. To be honest, he thinks you’d kicked him accidentally in the chest because you might wet yourself. The truth? Ian had gotten dangerously close. A few times it felt like his lips were just a few sharp breaths away from landing on yours, and that night you’d felt hollow. So hollow. All you wanted was to burn and Ian…he was so full of fire and life and for once you wanted to know what it felt like to be filled with something other than emptiness.

You wanted to catch fire too.

So you’d kicked out at him in panic. Hence how you became his Kangaroo. His ‘Roo.

“Actually,” you began, biting out the world with each syllable. “I can be upset with you and I most definitely am.”

“Don’t be like that, ‘Roo. I know you missed me.”

“No, I didn’t. It was rather peaceful while you were off on whatever antics you decided to get into.”

A tsk sent his bottom lip into a pout as he crossed his arms. His shoulders lean further down the window and slightly into your view.

God, why did he have to be so heartbreakingly handsome?

You refused to make eye contact with him. Don’t do it. It’s a trick. You knew it was a trick. A sneaky ploy and yet…you looked. One look was all it took and Ian knew he had you.

“I missed you.” His voice caressed your skin like velvet causing it to erupt in goosebumps. “So, I know if I missed you that can only mean that you missed me.”

A snort of disbelief left you as you finally gave him what he’d been asking: your full and undivided attention.

“Is that how it works, Ian?”

“Ah!” He beamed. “She finally looks at me.”

You couldn’t keep your eyes from rolling as you tried to face away from him, but Ian wasn’t having it.

“I shouldn’t even do that.”

“Where is all this hostility coming from?” He pouted. “Did you experience another one of Dr. Thompson’s riveting group circles?”

“It’s not funny, Ian. You always leave.” You hated how your voice betrayed you. The way it cracked before you could glue it back together. “You go and leave me here, without you, all the time. One of these days you may not come back.”

All the playfulness slowly drained from his features. The sly smile wilted to a grimace as deep brown eyes scanned over your face. Calculating your words with the body language of guarded arms and saddened eyes. His hands gently grabbed at your elbows to loosen your arms before turning you to him. His head dipped down just a bit to make sure he had you at eye level.

“Hey, ‘Roo. I’m sorry. I come back for you, you know that right?” You knew he was lying, but try telling that to the butterflies fluttering around like crazy in your gut. “These assholes could never catch me if I didn’t turn myself in, and I only turned myself in to get back to you.”

You didn’t know what you would’ve said at that moment. Maybe something he wanted to hear or maybe - finally - you’d have the guts to call him out on his bullshit. Luckily for you, the muffled sound of Jaebum’s screaming slowly grew louder until his struggling body was brought through the double doors from therapy.

“Let me go, you assholes!”

You’d never seen Jaebum fight so fiercely before. The way he flailed his arms to find a way to get them released along with his legs kicking out like a madman. They practically dragged him down the hall towards seclusion. For a split second, in his struggle, his eyes landed on you. His gaze held yours for what felt like a lifetime until the spell was broken. It felt like slow motion as his face turned to see Ian on your right and all the fight drained from his body.

Did he think he was fighting for Ian? Himself? Jaebum was never much for acting out. That was usually Ian who created trouble. Maybe that was why he looked so shocked seeing Jaebum being dragged down to seclusion.

“Oi! What the fuck is this?”

Ian was up off the window seat in seconds. A couple of orderlies were already coming out from behind the nursing station to meet him halfway. Whatever they were saying, you weren’t all too sure. Ian was doing his usual of screaming and shoving causing the orderlies to prepare for a fight. The patients closest to all the commotion desperately trying to get out of the way.

It was all chaos. All classic Ian. The only non-classic thing was Jaebum looking at you in a way you’d never noticed before. It created a row of questions that sat heavily on your tongue and ones you weren’t sure he would ever be willing to answer.

It wasn’t until everything had settled down again that you snuck inside the room that held group therapy. Your eyes instantly homing in on Jaebum’s chair and underneath it one of his grandfather’s books.

Before you dared to push all the way through into the room you gave one last cautious glance to the recreation room and slipped inside. You made sure to hold the door so it didn’t click into place. There was no denying if you were caught sneaking in somewhere you weren’t meant to be you’d be joining Jaebum in your own seclusion room.

The sterile room with its egg-white walls was most definitely not your favorite. The only way to add your own source of color to its walls was to display your thoughts - projecting them out like a fucked up home movie that you’d rather forget.

You made sure to cut across the room silently. Your legs bending at the knee to swoop down to grab the worn-down cover and secure it to your chest.

You couldn’t explain why as you made your way out of the room towards the upper floor that held the seclusion rooms what made you want to do this for him. It’s not like he would thank you, but you weren’t looking for that.

It wasn’t hard to notice the way Jaebum cared for his late grandfather's things. From the sweater he wore daily that was meticulously cleaned and laundered to the few books Jaebum was able to keep from his collection. He coveted them the way others valued trophies but it wasn’t praise that Jaebum found secluded inside their pages: it was peace.

You didn’t know much about him. Jaebum wasn’t much of a sharer. He was reserved. The only way to know him was by the pages you held close to your chest. So, you weren’t terribly sure why you were doing this for him except for the fact you believed no one should go without something that they loved.

Just as you were about to round the last corner to the hallway that held seclusion rooms 1 through 3, you caught a flash of an orderly speaking to a nurse. From the brief moment you’d caught before you found the safety of the opposite wall, they were more than likely flirting.

Ted. That was the name written on his uniform. He’d called Ian a “Psycho,” a handful of times. You wondered if Ted knew the nurse he worshiped spent the same handful of nights sneaking inside Ian’s dorm.

“Do you maybe want to go get breakfast in the morning?”

Breakfast?! You mouthed to yourself before you snuck another peek around the corner.

“Oh, I don’t know, Ted. I might have plans later.”

If your eyes could roll back any harder you would’ve seen brain cells. You knew exactly what her supposed plans were. You could already hear the moans that echoed down the halls like a haunting. The only thing haunted here would be you.

You didn’t have to see Ted’s expression to know he was defeated. He was probably wondering how someone could refuse breakfast or maybe he was finally growing tired of being told no. The mystery of the unknown in this love triangle would sadly (not really) remain a mystery. You didn’t really care if they had breakfast together or hunted Easter eggs. You just wanted them to finish their awkward conversation and leave the damn hallway.

A few more strangled pieces of conversation later and you could hear the shuffling of feet. Quickly, you moved inside a linen closet and quietly shut the door. Your ears straining - waiting - to hear a pair of feet move past your location so you could finish what you came to do.

Every second you were out here and not inside your own dorm waiting for the nurses to come in and check you were there was one second too many in a chance at punishment. After a few more minutes went by and the coast sounded relatively clear, you creeped out from the linen closet and dashed towards the seclusion rooms.

“Jaebum!?” You half whispered half yelled. “Jay!”

“What the hell are you doing over here?”

Ah, there was that condescending voice you’d grown accustomed to. Following the sound of his voice, and with the help of his fingers hanging out of the small seclusion window, you darted towards the back of the hall. Your arms still securely held onto his grandfather’s book and only began to loosen as you got closer to the door.

“I wanted to bring you something before they placed it in lost and found.”

With another cautious glance down the hall, your fingers wrapped around the edges of the book's spine. You offered it up to him and gently started to push it through the small window. Jaebum hadn’t spoken since he noticed what you held in your hands. His fingers overlapped yours as he took it from you. His arms immediately brought it inside with him with the sound of pages flipping while he made sure each page was still accounted for.

“How did you-“ he began, but his words quickly died out.

“Can you believe it ladies and gentlemen? For once, he was too stunned to speak,” you teased.

Jaebum’s eyes narrowed in on your face. His hands wagged the book as if he was going to hit you over the head with it. Who knows, he might have if there wasn’t a 30-pound door stationed between you.

“I’m serious. You came all this way to give me this?”

You shrugged his words off like what you’d done wasn’t a big deal. Both of you knew it was. So many factors that could lead you to where he was, or worse, if they believed you were trying to steal someone else’s property. Which, they one hundred percent would even though kleptomania wasn’t part of your conga line list of disorders.

“I remember how much his things matter to you. I didn’t want Bull or Kojak The Great Dick to get a hold of it. I know they wouldn’t have respected it after today.”

You’d expected a lot of things to come out of this exchange. The main one? At least a thank you. All you were getting now felt like the cold shoulder that featured a very unnerving stare. With every second you were feeling more self-conscious and it took everything in you not to shout, “Boo!” in an attempt to get him to blink.

You couldn’t take the awkwardness of the exchange any longer. Your feet were already backpedaling as your arms swung, thumb extended out, to indicate your exit before you spoke.

“Great well, this was a fun chat-“

“He lies to you, you know.”

Jaebum’s words took you by surprise. You were sure that was the point. His face was set in deep lines of determination as if what he needed to say was something you needed to adhere to like the gospel from the Bible.

“Okay, Jay I’ll bite: who is he?”

“You know who I’m talking about. Ian. It’s who he is. He doesn’t know how to tell the truth, and you always set yourself up for failure with him.”

Maybe Jaebum thought he was being helpful - calling to light all things you were aware of but couldn’t bring yourself to say out loud. You must have seemed too weak - gullible - in his eyes for him to believe he needed to say these things.

You eyed him coolly through the window. Your tongue rolled around inside your cheek trying to decide what exactly you should say at this moment. Did he want recognition that you knew you were an idiot? What did it matter to him if you knew Ian didn’t give two fucks about you.

So, the only thing you could settle on was the beginning of a long sigh before you spoke: “I know I might look like a love-sick puppy to you, Jay, but I know my place.”

He tried saying your name to stop you. You just ignored him as you shook your head and allowed yourself to begin to move back down the hall towards the safety of your own dorm.

“It’s alright, Jay I get it. Take care of your grandfather’s things better, okay?”

You didn’t wait to finish your sentence before you were already turning to head down the hallway. The bottom of your feet itching for you to sprint in the opposite direction. Your mind raced over Jaebum’s words and matched them with the growing chasm in your chest.

So lost in your head, you barely caught the sound of his parting, “Thank you,” as you bolted around the corner.

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