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wnobin · 8 months

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dinosaurs and bears 🦕

childhood crush! anton x fem! reader

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

chapter synopsis: you and anton reconnect in college but he seems different. different hair colour, different style, but still the same anton you fell in love with.

intro | part one | part two | part three | part four (final!)

it’s been almost a year since you last saw anton in person. you stood outside his house, waiting for your turn to say your goodbyes to him, trying your best to suppress your tears. after anton’s dad gave him a hug and patted his back, it was now your turn with him.

“so are you excited to spend the next four hours on the road?” anton chuckled softly at your question, nodding as he reached into his bag and pulling out something. it was your childhood teddy bear that you gave him during your first meeting as kids. “not really but it’ll be more tolerable when i have a mini you with me.”

at this point your lips were already quivering, eyes welling up with tears. “can’t believe you’re bringing mr. fuzzles with you…” your voice was shaking, tears already rolling down your cheeks. how were you supposed to deal with not seeing anton everyday? you just wanted him close all the time, he was the one you ran to every time something good or bad happened and you couldn’t imagine running to anyone else. as supportive as you were, you didn’t want him to leave at all.

“c’mon you promised you wouldn’t cry. you pinky promised!” anton playfully ruffled your hair before bringing his thumb up to wipe the tears off your rosy cheeks. you had snot dripping from your nose, hiccuping as you sobbed. despite that, anton still found you adorable and thought you were so, so pretty. he couldn’t help but pull you into a tight hug, rubbing your back as he comforted you. you held onto him tightly, as if it would stop him from leaving. “don’t want you to go, anton… who’s gonna tie my laces for me and read to me when i can’t sleep?”

letting out a shaky breath, anton felt tears threatening to fall. he told you not to cry but he couldn’t help but to do the same when he saw how heartbroken you were over him leaving. he didn’t want to let go of you, your presence feeling like home to him. he eventually broke the hug, hands finding their way to your cheeks as he tilted your head up to look at him. anton’s eyes were glossy and he let out shaky breaths through his parted lips. he looked so pretty like this. you always thought anton was the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. anton leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “call me when you can’t sleep. i’ll read you bedtime stories, like always. okay?”

eventually, anton had to leave. you waved him goodbye until the car was out of sight and you weren’t crying as hard anymore. you promised yourself that day that you would do anything to be by anton’s side again. you couldn’t bear being apart from him. sure, you and anton would frequently call at any spare moment you two had, no matter how tired you both were. it just wasn’t the same, you wanted anton as close to you as possible. you spent day and night studying hard, telling yourself that it would all be worth it when you get into the same college as anton and you would be with him again. your other friends called you insane, dedicating hours to studying and flaking on plans with them just so you could attend the same school as anton. you ignored them, they didn’t understand and they were never as important to you as anton was anyways. after months of putting your heart and soul into endless hours of studying, your efforts finally paid off when you opened the acceptance letter to anton’s college. anton didn’t know that you were studying so hard just to be with him again and you didn’t know how to break the news to him.

now here you were, standing in front of anton’s dorm room while carrying two heavy bags filled with items to give him. you decided it was best to surprise him in person. when anton’s parents found out you were planning to visit him, his mom made sure to send you off with boxes upon boxes of homemade food and a slip of paper with anton’s address on it. you were hesitant to ring the doorbell, maybe you should have called him beforehand instead of showing up out of the blue. before you could ring the doorbell or pussy out and leave, the door of the unit swung open to reveal a taller male with brown hair. “can i help you?” this definitely wasn’t anton and anton didn’t have roommates either.

realisation sunk in. this wasn’t anton’s dorm and you were given the wrong address. “oh my god— i must be at the wrong dorm, i was looking for—“

“y/n?”

you turned your head to find anton standing next to you. he was carrying a duffle bag, hair messy and slightly disheveled, as if he just came from practice. you stared at him, taken aback by how different he looked now compared to when you last saw him. anton was taller now, arms bigger, and his hair was red. you completely forgot about the stranger whose door you were standing at. “you never told me you dyed your hair.”

“and you never told me you were coming.” he ran his fingers through his red strands, corners of his lips turning to give you his shy smile that you missed seeing so badly. your heart couldn’t help but to skip a beat. although he looked different, his soft spoken voice and personality stayed the same and you felt like you were falling in love all over again. “came here to surprise you.”

anton pulled you into a tight hug, almost crushing your bones. you didn’t care that he was sweaty, you just missed his touch and wanted to stay like that for as long as possible. anton was here. anton is finally by your side again. “um, hello…??”

your attention was brought back to the confused man and you cleared your throat, apologising. “eunseok, this is y/n! you remember her, my best friend!” anton talked about you to his college friends? your head began to turn dizzy, a slight blush creeping up onto your cheeks as you waved at eunseok, who waved back. “did my mom give you the wrong unit number? swear she does that all the time, so many of my packages end up at eunseok’s dorm.” anton groaned as he looked at the slip of paper with his address that you held. you nodded sheepishly, still unable to process that you were seeing anton in person again and how good he looked. college really did him good. “well, i’m gonna head to my classes. you two have fun!”

eunseok bid his goodbyes after locking his door, leaving you and anton on your own. “these for me?” he gestured to the food filled bags. “your mom made it for you.”

“really?! i missed it so much. missed you too, of course.”

anton mumbled the last part but you still heard it, your mind replaying his words. anton missed you. you wondered if he thought about you as much as you did about him. you couldn’t help but to stare at him unashamedly. while you remained the same height, anton looks like he had a growth spurt in the past year, towering over you. his shoulders were wider and arms so toned and muscular now. “you gonna keep staring or you wanna come in?”

snapping back to reality, anton had already unlocked his door and helped to bring in the heavy bags that you struggled to lift. you stepped in to his dorm, which was unsurprisingly clean and tidy except for a few hoodies laying around. he had a guitar displayed in his living room and a few potted plants around. “you like it here?” you hummed and nodded, eyes still scanning around the living room and kitchen area as anton began to unpack tupperware containers filled with food into his refrigerator. you began to stare at him again, unable to stop yourself from admiring his features. his gorgeous eyes that you always loved staring into, his jawline that looked as if it was chiseled by micheal angelo, his plump lips that look so kissable, his arms that you wanted so badly to bite onto.

“let me show you my room next!” anton excitedly held onto your hand and dragged you into his bedroom once he was done putting away all the food. anton hoped you couldn’t feel how sweaty his palms were from how nervous he was to see you again. throughout his time in college, the thought of you plagued his mind. it was hard not to think of you when you were at the top of his notifications everyday, when he slept with your teddy bear every night and when he looked at his books, all he could think of was when you would both read them together. all he thought about was you and when he would see you again. he would tell his college friends about you, showing them your pictures with hearts in his eyes. he thought it was just normal friendship stuff to be missing you so badly, especially since you’ve been friends for over a decade. that was until sungchan, eunseok’s roommate laughed at him. “dude, you obviously like her and she obviously likes you. this isn’t a friendship anymore.” anton wasn’t sure which he was more shocked by, the fact that he definitely had feelings for you or the fact that you probably felt the same. his group of friends hummed in agreement, shotaro throwing around a joke that anton shows you off like you’re his girlfriend.

the first thing that caught your eye was the teddy bear on anton’s bed, cutely tucked into the sheets. “aww, you’re taking such good care of him!” your giggles sounded like music to his ears. god, he missed you so much. after his friends told him he was probably in love with you, he would lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling while thinking of you. did he like you? of course not! you were his friend, basically like a little sister to him. but then again, he never found any other girl as attractive to him as you. whenever he went on dates, he would find the girls to be difficult to connect with. they would poke fun at his soft spoken personality and try to get him to be more extroverted. you on the other hand, encouraged him to be the purest version of himself, never once complaining about how shy he is and how he liked to keep to himself. did anton think you were pretty? definitely! he loved how soft and plump your cheeks were, he would lay in bed thinking about the next time he got to squish your cheeks. he loved your soft and warm personality, always ready to comfort him when he was stressed about practice and assignments despite you being miles away. he loved you. he just didn’t know how to tell you, or if he even should. “so… did you just take a four hour car ride to drop off food for me?”

you fiddled with your fingers, a sheepish smile on your face as you got closer to anton. “we’re gonna be schoolmates! i start next semester!” anton feels his heart speed up, not only from the close proximity but also the fact that he would get to see you everyday from now on. it would definitely be harder for him to hide his feelings but he was happy for you and there was nothing more that he wanted than to be neighbours with you again. “that’s amazing! i’m so happy for you!”

you and anton spent the rest of the day catching up, talking until the sun went down and then ordering in food for dinner. he convinced you to stay the night, insisting that it was too late and that you could go back in the morning. the both of you sat next to each other, backs against the wall as anton ranted about his exams that recently ended, thankful that the next few weeks would be a break for him and that he was planning to go home for awhile. you and anton talked like before and you were thankful that there was no awkward stage and your chemistry still remained unchanged. “i was really stressed that one night when my laptop died on me an hour before my submission! luckily my work was saved and i managed to submit everything on time… so to celebrate, i dyed my hair on impulse with the help of my friends.” anton had his head on your lap as you played with it, braiding a small section of it. his hair was so long now and he looked so breathtaking. you could tell his energy was slowly fleeting as his voice got softer and he eventually stopped talking. you continued to pat his head as he drifted off into sleep, eyes fluttering shut as he let out soft snores.

you were okay with never being anything with anton, remaining friends forever as long as it meant that he would be by your side. you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with him, not knowing what you would do without him.

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scary-grace · 6 months

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Enough to Go By (Chapter 3) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 3

You don’t look for Tenko. You want to, but you don’t. You were so happy to see him, at least at first, but there was no point when he was happy to see you, and you’re not an idiot. You want to look for him. You don’t want to die. You don’t want to never see him again. You want to know what happened. You don’t want to know what happened even a little bit. The contradictions make your head spin, and you’ve got no one you can tell about it. Your friends made it clear what they think of the fact that you’re still wondering about the boy you were best friends with as a kid. Well. Almost all your friends.

You don’t have to tell Kazuo. Your behavior gets a little too weird and he uses his quirk on you without asking, which leads to him finding out about the – attack is his word for it. You’re pretty sure Tenko saw it as some kind of self-defense. You’ve started to see it as a logical consequence. He ran from you, and you chased him, which means that what happened afterwards wouldn’t have happened except for you.

“That’s absurd,” Kazuo says flatly, when you voice the thought in front of him. “He had a variety of options in that situation, none of which required crushing your windpipe and melting two layers of skin off your wrist.”

You concede that one. You don’t want to think of Tenko as someone who could do something like that to you, or to anyone. But Tenko’s different. He looks different. He has a quirk, and he didn’t have one before. “He’s not like he was. I know people change, but if he was like that from the beginning, I’d have known. And he wasn’t.”

Kazuo says nothing, just looks at you. You know it’s an interrogation tactic, one he picked up at his internship during his first year at UA, but you let yourself fall into it. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Your options include moving on with your life entirely, investigating the situation alone with no intention of finding him, investigating the situation with the intention of finding him, or involving law enforcement,” Kazuo says bluntly. “None of those options are likely to achieve your desired outcome.”

Sometimes Kazuo makes you feel stupid. You know it’s not purposeful, but it bothers you anyway. “What do you think my desired outcome is?”

“You want your best friend back.” Kazuo says it like it’s not the stupidest thing he’s ever heard, but you know he thinks it is anyway. “Your emotional investment in him has been damaging since he disappeared. The procedure your parents used to wipe your memory was unsuccessful, and banned six months after you were subjected to it. When you ran into him again, he put you in the hospital, and at no point did he indicate interest in reconnecting with you.”

You know all of that. You don’t need Kazuo to say it again. “Wanting your best friend is understandable,” Kazuo continues. “Pursuing anything related to this situation is not.”

“So I should just let him go.” You look at Kazuo, who inclines his head in agreement. “When everything happened with you, I didn’t let you go.”

Kazuo inclines his head again, then hits you with an argument-ender you can’t come back from. “I never tried to kill you.”

He’s right. You hate that he’s right, but you know he is, and ultimately, you don’t want to die chasing Tenko. You don’t want to chase someone who wants nothing to do with you, either. So you do the hard thing, the smart thing – two or three counseling sessions to cope with the stranger-tried-to-kill-me trauma, spending more time with your actual friends, staying grounded at work, and doing everything in your power to push Tenko out of your mind for good.

It works for the most part. You write him off effectively, however you have to. Tenko’s gone. Not dead, but gone. Not gone, but hates you. Doesn’t hate you, but is dangerous. He’s dangerous to you and everyone he comes into contact with, and chasing after him will shorten your lifespan significantly. All of that is enough to keep you from looking for him, but not quite enough to keep you from thinking about him. Thinking about when you asked him if he was okay, and all the reasons why he might have lied to you.

A month slips past. Then two. Then four. You double up on classes to keep yourself busy, and wind up clearing your credit requirements to move from medical assistant to nurse way before you’re done collecting your practice hours. That means you can pick up more shifts, and make more money, and actually be lying to your parents when you tell them you don’t have enough money to send any home. You sit for the nursing exam on April 4th, the same day as Tenko’s birthday. He’s twenty now.

You’ve given up not thinking about him. You let yourself remember the slice of cake he brought for you when you were kids. You hope somebody gave him cake this year, too.

When you pass your nursing exam, you take off work to celebrate, and your friends take off to celebrate with you. The group of you are goofing around in a bar, having way too good of a time for the fact that it’s a weekday afternoon, when a TV screen that was previously running a scroll of ancient music videos switches abruptly to breaking news.

Villain attacks rarely count as breaking news. Villain attacks where All Might’s involved always do, but that doesn’t mean it’s exciting enough for your sort-of-drunk friends. “All Might fights giant villain,” Sho reads off, and makes a derisive sound. “They interrupted the Spice Girls for this?”

“Lame,” Hirono agrees. “Isn’t All Might, like, eighty or something? When’s he going to retire?”

“He’s fifty-seven,” Kazuo says without looking away from the screen.

“Like I said. Old. He needs to step aside.”

You’re not a rabid All Might fan, but you like him better than you like the reason Hirono thinks he should retire. “I’m not surprised you think that, Hiro. After all, it’s the only way Endeavor will ever be Number One.”

“Don’t speak ill of my man,” Hirono says, with a degree of outrage you’re hoping is faked. “He’ll be Number One.”

“Yeah. When All Might steps down,” Yoshimi adds. “Why do you like him, anyway? He’s old, too. And that fire beard is a hazard. Imagine making out with that. You’d burn your face.”

“If he went down on you you’d burn worse than your face,” Mitsuko says. That one gets you. You crack up. “I’m all for older men, but I don’t believe in purifying my vagina by fire.”

You agree with Mitsuko on principle, but you wouldn’t be a decent nurse if you let incorrect anatomical terms stand. “That part’s called a vulva.”

“Shut up,” Hirono says to you. Then, to everybody else: “He can turn the beard off.”

Yoshimi disagrees, and an argument kicks up around the question, one you’re perfectly happy to be on the outskirts of. You glance idly back up at the TV and get a surprise. All Might fights giant villain is a common headline. All Might fights giant villain at UA High training facility, fellow teachers severely injured isn’t. Kazuo went to UA. He’s been watching the whole time. “Are you okay?” you ask. He shrugs. “They said it was a training facility. Do you know –”

“Dozens of them. It appears to be a coordinated attack.” Kazuo touches his index finger to his temple. You recognize the signs of his quirk activating and keep quiet against your instincts. If he’s successful, you’ll get information the police won’t release until later. “The group claiming responsibility for the attack is the League of Villains. Two villains, believed to be the ringleaders, escaped successfully. Or semi-successfully. One of them was injured.”

You nod, but you’re watching the screen, which is scrolling through a possible timeline for the attack. “The ringleaders were unknown before this point,” Kazuo continues. “That’s concerning, given the planning and sophistication an attack like this would require.”

On the TV, the newscaster is reporting that while no photographs or video was taken of the perpetrators due to communication disruptions within the facility, police sketches of the escaped villains will be available momentarily. Kazuo’s dialed back in, too. “They jammed the video,” he remarks. “They’re good.”

The first image that comes up is a sketch of what looks like a big purple cloud with enormous yellow eyes. You’ve never seen a police sketch done in color before. It’s labeled ‘Kurogiri – Warp Villain’, and before you can even ask, Kazuo has the answer. “His quirk is called Warp Gate. It allows him to open portals to a variety of locations, regardless of his physical position in relation to said locations. It’s –”

He frowns, his brow furrowed. “It’s not a natural quirk.”

What does that mean? Before you can ask, the sketch of the warp villain vanishes from the screen, and another sketch appears. This one’s in black and white, but it doesn’t matter. You don’t need color to know exactly who it is. It’s a good thing you’re sitting down already. The muscles in your legs have gone weak with horror.

There are more hands. So many hands. In the sketch, Tenko’s got not just the one over his face, but one at the back of his head, and full sets grasping his throat and his arms and his chest. One eye is visible through the fingers of the hand Tenko called Father, and the sketch artist has captured a wild, maniacal look in it, one you’ve never seen on Tenko, not even when he pinned you down in the street. The sketch of him is labeled, too. Shigaraki Tomura – Villain.

Kazuo turns to you – emotionless though he is, he can’t miss the fact that you’re in the early stages of a panic attack – and all at once you realize that you can’t be here a second longer. You slide down from your seat, nearly stagger, and toss a few bills on the bar to pay for your share of the drinks. Mitsuru objects lazily that they’re supposed to be treating you, and Yoshimi asks where you’re headed, but you ignore them both, just like you sidestep Kazuo when he reaches out. “I need to walk it off,” you say, forcing the words through clenched teeth. “It’s fine.”

“I’ll call you later,” Kazuo says. “Pick up.”

He wants to make sure you don’t do anything stupid, but you’ve got no idea what he thinks you’ll be able to do. You don’t even know where to find Tenko – not Tenko, Shigaraki Tomura – but he told you to call him Tenko – but that’s not who he is anymore. He only let you call him Tenko because you knew him before. You remember wondering before what, and now you know. Before he was a villain.

You stumble out onto the street with no idea of where you’re headed. Back to your apartment, maybe – it’s as good a place as any for a breakdown – but you can feel yourself starting to get dizzy, and you’re not sure you’ll make it. The sidewalk is busy, and it seems like everyone you pass is talking about the attack on UA, about the villains who dared to go after students, who dared to go after All Might. One of the villains was hurt. Too bad, a passerby says, her words standing out from the din only because of the venom with which she says them. Too bad they weren’t killed.

You nearly collide with a woman pushing a stroller and she snaps at you. You apologize much more shakily than you should and decide it’s time to get off the street. There’s an alley up ahead, short but out of the way, and you know it’s discreet – at least three of your friends have thrown up in it on the way from various bars to your house. You duck into it and stand still, struggling to unclench your fists from your sides, struggling to take a deep breath.

You’re being insane. They’re villains. They attacked a high school facility with students inside it, planning to kill them and the Symbol of Peace. So what if one of those villains used to be your best friend? So what if something awful must have happened to him to make him like this? It doesn’t matter. He's a villain. End of story.

That’s the end of the story in one Japan, the one whose residents have the luxury of thinking in black and white. In the Japan you live in, the grey areas are what matter. You’ve treated villains at the clinic. You know how little it takes for someone to earn the label of villain, and what happens to them as a result. You know that it’s almost never someone’s first choice. In the other world it doesn’t matter why someone becomes a villain. In your world it does.

You’re lost in thought, so focused on wrapping your head around things that you fail to notice when the alleyway begins to darken. Once you do, the first thing you think of is a storm, and how perfect it would be for you to get rained on in addition to everything else. But then you feel cold mist crawling across your skin, focus your eyes to find yourself surrounded by a deep-purple cloud, so opaque that you can’t see the street. Something about this is familiar. There’s something about this you should understand. You open your mouth, maybe to ask a question, maybe to scream for help. But before you can do either, the ground falls out from beneath your feet, and you plummet into a gauzy black void without a sound leaving your mouth.

The fall lasts for a split second. You’re looking down, trying to see where you’re going, and you see the wood floor coming up beneath you just in time to bend your knees. You manage to stay on your feet. You’re facing a brick wall with an All Might poster on it. The All Might poster hangs in tatters, the paper brown and crumbling at the edges. You’re certain that if you touched it, it would turn to ash. When you breathe in, there’s a coppery taste in the air.

There are voices emanating from behind you. The first that speaks is deep and smooth. “Sit up, Shigaraki Tomura. I have brought–”

“He lied to me!” The second voice is raspy, strained, and painfully familiar. “He set me up to fail! I asked him about combat training – you heard me do it, don’t lie – and he said I didn’t need it. What was I supposed to do, go out and get it myself? I’m not supposed to leave, either! We got crushed because Sensei said –”

“Shigaraki Tomura –”

“And I believed him, like an idiot,” Tenko snarls. He sounds close to tears. “Look at this. What am I supposed to do?”

“Shigaraki Tomura,” the smooth, deep voice interrupts for the third time. “As you requested, I have brought the girl.”

Tenko coughs, sniffles, and you heard that pair of sounds so many times as a kid that you can’t help but turn to see if he’s okay. He’s not okay. He’s lying on his stomach on the floor in a pool of blood. You can’t even see where the injuries are, but the amount of blood is significant, and growing more so with every passing second. His face is pale behind the hand. But when he turns his head to look at you, you see an expression you remember. You could call it relief, or happiness, maybe. Whatever it is, he’s glad you’re here.

The thought draws you a few steps closer, brings a question to your lips. “What happened?”

Tenko doesn’t answer, but the other person in the room – the warp villain, Kurogiri – answers for him. “Shigaraki Tomura was shot in his hand, his arm, and both legs. He requires medical attention.”

Now you get it. Tenko knows exactly one medical professional: You. When he needed help, you’re the person he called for, and as much as you want to help, you’re the wrong person for this job. “I’m not a doctor,” you say. “You need the emergency room. This is way above what I’m allowed to do.”

“It’s not above what you can do.” Tenko is looking at you. “I know what they let you do now. You passed your stupid test.”

He’s been watching you. Why? You set the question aside for later – a lot later – and come a few steps closer. “Are the bullets still inside the wounds?”

“They passed through,” Kurogiri rumbles.

“You have to help people,” Tenko says. His eyes are fluttering, his speech slightly slurred. “So help me.”

You’re not legally obligated to help anybody when you’re not at work, and you could lose the license you just got for working outside your scope of practice – but what does it actually take to treat a through-and-through gunshot wound to an extremity? It’s not necessarily a surgery situation. “Do you have medical equipment?”

Tenko doesn’t answer. Kurogiri does. “Yes.”

“I need it,” you say. “And I need somewhere flat for him to lay down that isn’t the floor.”

Tenko disappears from the floor, leaving only that too-large pool of blood behind, and reappears on a flat surface that you realize is a bar. Why did Kurogiri take Tenko to a bar when they escaped? A truly impressive collection of medical supplies appears further down the bar by Tenko’s feet, and you break into it, starting with a pair of gloves. Next up is a pair of shears, to cut through Tenko’s clothes and expose the injuries.

He stirs when you start slicing through his pantleg. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t fix something that I can’t see.” You keep cutting, peeling back the fabric until you can get a clear visual. Once you have it, you wince – and your jaw clenches with a frustration that’s not entirely comfortable. “You ran into Snipe.”

Tenko props himself on his elbow to stare at you, then falls back with a curse. “How did you know?”

“I’ve treated – people – he’s shot before.”

“Say it. Villains.”

The word you were going to use was “victims”. You don’t see any reason why a hero needs to use a gun that fires large-caliber bullets, especially when most of the villains they’re shooting at aren’t committing violent crimes. You don’t correct yourself, or rise to the bait, focusing instead on stopping the bleeding from the wound in Tenko’s right leg. Kurogiri hovers nearby, which bothers you until you realize you can use him. “Take the shears and start cutting the other leg of his pants. I’ll be there in a second.”

“Are you going to cut my shirt, too?” Tenko swears when you respond in the affirmative. “I don’t have another one. Or other pants.”

That strikes you as weird. You’ve never met any adult who wasn’t homeless or recently incarcerated who only has one set of clothes. On the bar, Tenko makes a strange sound. “I don’t feel –”

He falls silent, and his body jerks strangely. He’s passing out. “Find something to elevate his legs,” you order Kurogiri, and the villain props Tenko’s legs on a pair of crates he produced out of absolutely nowhere. “Tenko? Hey. I need you to stay awake, okay? Keep talking to me.”

He doesn’t answer, but his eyelids are fluttering, which means he’s at least partially conscious. You’ve managed to contain the bleeding on his right leg, and you hurry around the bar to deal with the left, shooing Kurogiri out of the way. “Cut his sleeve next.”

The bullet went through Tenko’s left leg at a shallower angle than his right, so he’s not bleeding as badly. You apply the same type of bandage to the wound that you used before and try to think through your next moves. The bullets went straight through, but they pierced his clothes before his skin, which means there could be cloth fragments inside the wounds. Cloth fragments equal infection risk. You’re going to have to investigate the wounds one at a time, and clean them out painstakingly if you want to avoid infection. And you want to avoid infection. If anything goes wrong, they’ll make you come back here, and you don’t want to come back.

That thought feels right at first. But as you move on to covering the wound in Tenko’s left arm, you find yourself questioning it. Tenko wants you here, needs you here. He was happy to see you. He hasn’t hurt you or even threatened to hurt you if you make a mistake. Your best friend wants you here. When he needed help, you were who he thought of. You don’t know that you want to let that go.

With every wound but the one on his right hand at least temporarily covered, you can focus on cleaning them out. It’s probably better if Tenko’s unconscious for that part, but because your luck is shit, he’s wide awake. You’re this close to lowering his legs and letting gravity do the rest when he makes an argument you haven’t thought of. “My quirk,” he says. “I can’t control what I touch if I’m out.”

“Okay,” you say. You search through the medical supplies and find an antibiotic cream with an anesthetic component, which you smear around the edges of the wound in his hand. Tenko hisses. “Sorry. Sorry. I’ve only been a nurse for a day.”

Tenko snorts at that. If he wants to be awake, you need to keep him talking, and there’s a topic you’re more than a little interested in. “How did you know I passed my test? Were you following me?”

“I wasn’t following you,” Tenko says. “Kurogiri was.”

You feel like you would have noticed a huge cloud of mist with yellow eyes trailing you, but maybe you’re just not very observant. “Why?”

Tenko doesn’t answer. He’s grimacing as you irrigate the wound, checking for any fragments of bullet or bone. “I assume you are aware of what happened today,” Kurogiri rumbles from back in the corner where he’s doing fuck all to help. “You guessed the origin of Shigaraki Tomura’s injuries quickly enough.”

“I saw it on the news,” you say. “I don’t want to know any more than that.”

You really don’t. If you get caught and questioned, you want to keep the amount of lying you have to do to a minimum. There’s nothing in the wound on Tenko’s hand, so you press a sterile pad down over it and start trying to figure out a way to wrap it. “It doesn’t matter,” Tenko says through clenched teeth. “There was never any point to it. Sensei lied to me.”

“That is untrue, Shigaraki Tomura. The information he gave was sound. All Might was indeed weakened –”

“Not like he said!” Tenko sits up and reaches for Kurogiri, only for his arm to give out. “Fuck!”

“Tenko, I need you to hold still,” you say. “I want to help you, but I can’t if you keep moving around. I’m almost done with this one.”

“And then there are three more.”

“Yeah.” You glance again at the pool of blood on the floor and feel that same frustration as before. This time it comes out of your mouth. “It’s always overkill with him.”

“The hero fired a total of ten shots,” Kurogiri says. “I deflected the rest.”

If Snipe had hit Tenko ten times, Tenko would have bled to death. You wonder how many heroes get into the game because it lets them hurt people without getting in trouble for it. “I’m going to wrap your hand up, and then I’m going to check the other wounds for cloth fragments,” you say. You glance into the pile of medical supplies, hoping for local anesthetic, but there isn’t any. “Let me know if you need to stop.”

“I won’t need to stop.”

Sure he won’t. You make a bet that it’ll take less than thirty seconds from the time you start manipulating his fingers to bandage the wound in his hand, and you win. Kurogiri tsks. “Shigaraki Tomura. Don’t act like such an infant. Your pain tolerance is much higher than this.”

Given that Tenko wasn’t thrashing in agony when you got here, you think that’s probably true – but at the same time, you’re thinking of what happens when kids whose parents tell them to toughen up through procedures leave the room. You’ve found yourself comforting crying children more than a few times, children who knew it wasn’t safe to show pain or fear in front of their parents. You wonder if it’s just that this is a different kind of pain than the pain from a bullet wound, or if Tenko feels more comfortable showing pain in front of you than Kurogiri.

What is Kurogiri, anyway? Who is he to Tenko? You ask, using the question as cover to wrap Tenko’s wound tightly, and Kurogiri answers. “I am the one who protects Shigaraki Tomura.”

Tenko swears. “Some job you did.”

You’d have to agree. You still have three wounds to clean. “Next one,” you say. “Do you want me to get your other arm or one of your legs?”

Tenko shifts one leg. You figure that’s all the answer you’ll get and move your operation downstream. You use the same procedure as before, right down to the fruitless search through the supplies for an injectable anesthetic. Their medical supplies are extensive, but they’re missing a few key items. “Next time you’re lifting suture kits, you need to grab local anesthetic and syringes as well. It’s stable at room temperature, so you won’t need to refrigerate it, and it’ll make something like this a lot easier.”

“Or I could not get shot next time.”

“If you had stayed closer to me, it could have been avoided,” Kurogiri says, and Tenko swears at him. Kurogiri’s malevolent gaze turns on you. “You will provide a list of items we will need to form a more complete medical kit. I will procure them from the doctor.”

There’s a doctor involved? If there’s a doctor involved, why are you here? “He won’t help,” Tenko snaps. “He wouldn’t help with this. We can get it from her clinic.”

“No,” you say immediately. Both Tenko and Kurogiri aim incredulous looks your way. “There are plenty of private clinics that do ambulatory surgery. Steal from them. My patients don’t have anywhere else to go.”

Tenko and Kurogiri trade a glance. “Okay,” Kurogiri says. “We’ll find somewhere fancy to steal from.”

That’s a shift in syntax. You blink, startled. Tenko doesn’t seem to find it weird, though, so maybe it happens a lot. Regardless of whether it’s weird or not, you don’t have time to focus on it when you’ve got a wound to clean. You don’t know how long these have been open already, so you try to move fast, but Tenko’s a lot shiftier while you treat this wound, and you don’t know why. It’s on his thigh, just above his knee, and you’re beginning to realize that part of the reason it’s shallower than the others is because the bullet glanced off his femur. Without an x-ray, there’s no way to tell if it’s been truly fractured, and when you run your hands over his leg, it’s clear that it hasn’t been displaced. That’s a relief.

But there are bone fragments in the wound, and there’s nothing you can do but try to be careful as you extract them, a process made exponentially more difficult by all the squirming Tenko’s doing. Kurogiri heaves a dramatic sigh and speaks in his usual syntax. “Shigaraki Tomura. Pull yourself together.”

Tenko’s face is red behind the hand. “Shut up.”

You don’t know what they’re talking about, and you decide it doesn’t really concern you. You do your best to work around whatever Tenko’s doing, but eventually it gets too difficult. “Tenko, I really need you to hold still for this. It’ll be over faster if you try not to move.”

“What are you even doing? Just bandage it.”

“The bullet hit your femur and there are bone fragments. They need to come out.”

You see Tenko grimace, wince away from you, and you set your hand down on his leg well clear of the injury, rubbing back and forth with your thumb in what you hope is a comforting motion. It’s not something you’d do with another patient, but it’s not another patient – it’s Tenko, your best friend, and you’re hurting him. The fact that he hurt you months ago doesn’t make it okay. “I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m going as fast as I can. We can stop as often as you need to if it helps you hold still.”

Tenko’s face is an even brighter red than before. Most patients go pale before they faint, but you’ve seen a few turn red. “Tenko?”

He averts his eyes. “Fine,” he says. He clears his throat, shakes his head. “It’s fine. Just do it.”

You leave your hand on his leg a moment longer, then lift it away and get back to work. Kurogiri hovers over your shoulder, closer than you’d like but not close enough for you to justify telling him to buzz off. If he’s the one who looks after Tenko, he’ll need to see how to bandage the wounds, in case Tenko has questions about how to change them. But when Kurogiri asks you a question, it’s not about Tenko’s injuries. “Why do you refer to Shigaraki Tomura as Tenko? I have repeated his name more than enough times for you to grasp it.”

You thought it was just some affectation of Kurogiri’s, but it’s actually just that he thinks you’re stupid. You’re about to answer that you’ve known Tenko longer than Kurogiri has and you’ll call him what you want when Tenko taps the back of your hand with one finger. You glance towards him and see him shake his head.

He doesn’t want you to tell Kurogiri. Fine. You can lie. “It’s the name he used when he came to my clinic. I didn’t know it was fake.”

“Ah.”

You glance back at Tenko and see him nodding weakly. He looks exhausted. You pick up your pace, extracting a trio of fragments and dropping them onto the pile of bloody fabric scraps before you bandage the wound. His left leg is clear, too. Bandaging it goes quickly, and then it’s just his arm left. You’re praying it’s uncomplicated. You don’t know how long you’ve been here, and you still don’t know how long the wound’s been open. Your gloves are slick with blood, so you switch them out before you begin.

Tenko got lucky with the last wound, which means you got lucky – there’s only one cloth fragment, easily extracted. Then you dress the wound, making sure Tenko and Kurogiri are both watching you do it. “You’ll need to change this regularly,” you say. “The best time is usually when you shower. Take it off before you get in and put it back on when you get out. They should begin to close on their own.”

“What if they don’t?” Kurogiri asks. The syntax shift is more subtle this time, but you still notice it. “Could they get infected?”

“They could.” You list the signs of infection for them. “If you start to see any of those, get help.”

“Yes. I will retrieve you at once.”

That’s not what you meant. “Um –”

Apparently it’s not what Tenko meant, either, because although he’s been semiconscious on the bar counter, he stirs and sits partway up. “No. You’re not leaving,” he says. You feel a surge of panic. “You can’t. You know where we are.”

“She does not,” Kurogiri says. “I warped her directly here. I can return her whence I found here, and she will be none the wiser.”

“She knows us. If she runs to the cops –”

“I didn’t before,” you say. You wish Tenko would take the hand off his face. You wish you could see him, really see him. You wish he could see you. “This isn’t the first time I’ve treated someone the police are looking for. I won’t say a word.”

“It is safe to release her,” Kurogiri agrees. He lowers his voice. “You cannot keep her here, Shigaraki Tomura. You know that.”

Tenko is scowling behind the hand. It doesn’t make sense. The last time you saw each other, he couldn’t wait to get away from you. You tell yourself that he’s concerned about the risk of letting you go free, and he probably is, but there’s not much of a risk – and he was happy to see you this time. He needed you this time. You wonder how much of his reluctance to let you go is the risk that you’ll rat him out, and how much is that he doesn’t want you to go. You can’t promise that you’ll come back. You wouldn’t even know where to go, and if his master didn’t want him wandering the streets before, he’s definitely banned from it now. You won’t see him again after this. You know that. You just don’t know how to say goodbye.

You can’t risk it. Not when Tenko doesn’t want Kurogiri to know how the two of you know each other. But his left hand is lying on the bar, in the same spot it landed when you lowered his arm to his side, and you reach for it, linking your little finger with his like you did when you were children. Your hold is loose, his nonexistent. But then his grip tightens, his finger hooking around your so tightly that your joint pops and his knuckles go white.

Your heart leaps. It shouldn’t, but it does, and the fact that he hangs on a moment longer when you start to pull away only makes it worse. “I will return you whence I found you,” Kurogiri says, and you feel the cold black mist beginning to wrap around you before you see it. “Thank you for your assistance.”

You don’t have time to say anything else before the mist encloses you completely, and when the falling sensation stops, you find yourself standing in the same alley Kurogiri took you from. The only differences between then and now are the unsteady pounding of your heart, the totally inappropriate flush in your cheeks, and the fact that you’ve got Tenko’s blood all over your shirt.

People stare at you as you walk the rest of the way home, but you tell them it’s from a nosebleed, and they believe you. You’ve learned from your patients that most people who ask if they’re okay don’t really want to help – they just want a yes, so they can move on with their day, feeling like a good person because they stopped to ask a question. It helps you fly under the radar until you’re home.

You’re trying to get the bloodstains out of your shirt and refusing to think of anything at all when your phone rings. It’s Kazuo, calling just like he said he would, and when you answer, he doesn’t bother saying hello. “Are you planning to do anything illogical?”

“No,” you say. What you did was the only logical move in the situation – do as the villains ask, so they won’t hurt you. “I’m just at home.”

“You were distraught when you left. Are you all right now?”

You remember the pressure of Tenko’s finger linked with your own and feel your heart lift, skipping a beat in the bargain. You got to see your best friend again, and he wanted you to help him, and he didn’t want you to go. It’s twisted beyond belief, but you think you might actually be happy.

You can’t tell Kazuo that. You don’t want him asking questions. He has enough information about you and Tenko already to get close to asking the right ones. “I think I’m fine,” you say instead. “I really do.”

#shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #reader insert #x reader #please hold #a bisquared production

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a-strange-inkling · 2 years

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Hellcheer Ten Years Later/Recovery AU…

(So this tragic idea is eating away at my brain and distracting me. Thought I’d jot it down here for maybe a future story or inspiration).

tw: mentions of drugs, alcohol, addiction, od, eds and attempted s*icide.

There was never any Vecna or Upside Down, never a drug deal at an abandoned picnic table in the forest behind the school, and Eddie and Chrissy never met again after that fateful Middle School Talent Show. After graduation, Eddie did just what he said and ran like hell out of Hawkins and never looked back.

It’s 1996 and Eddie made a decent career for himself, touring and opening for big names, but always felt this unhappiness inside of him, this void that no amount of sex, drugs and rock and roll could ever fill. In his late twenties the drugs and alcohol spiral out of control to the point he wakes up in the hospital after an accidental OD.

Wayne takes him home and begs him to get help, try to recover, that he doesn't have the strength to bury any more family members. For his uncle's sake, to repay him for taking him in as a kid, Eddie eventually gives in and admits himself into a private recovery center somewhere in the hills of Illinois.

It’s rural and quiet, filled with rich and semi famous addicts. Eddie hates it upon entry… and well the withdrawal, being told what to do on a daily basis, and the group therapy doesn’t warm him up to it.

One morning, feeling weary and miserable, he takes a long walk outside on one of the trails. He stops in his tracks, pretty sure he’s hallucinating when he sees Chrissy Cunningham, the former Queen of Hawkins High and his crush of eight years, reclined on a bench, reading under one of trees... And she’s reading The fucking Hobbit of all things.

Stupefied, he slowly approaches and it’s actually her, thinner than he remembers if that’s possible, those sparkling blue eyes now dull, gray... sad. "Chrissy?" he asks in disbelief, startling her terribly.

“Sorry, sorry... I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She stares up at him with haunted eyes, trembling a little. It unsettles him for a moment, and he thinks he should just walk away, leave her alone... but he stays, tries again. Desperate. “Uh hey, hi…" Very smooth. "You probably don’t remember me; but we went to high school together—"

“Eddie Munson.” she replies softly in astonishment, eyes widening.

And for the first time in he doesn’t know how long, he feels life and warmth inside him again as they talk and reconnect on the bench, beneath the leaves. She’s still so beautiful. Sweet and kind. He makes her laugh and the sound causes his heart to skip a beat in his chest, only for it to sink a moment later when he notices the wedding ring on her finger, but he doesn’t let it show.

She’s Chrissy Carver now. She married Jason right after graduation and studied at IU with him for four years before moving back to Hawkins to be near her parents and start a family. She grows quiet and reserved, her smile disappearing when she mentions her husband. He watches as she recoils back into herself. She tells him that she's been struggling with an ED half her life as well as addiction and depression.

Jason admitted her into rehab after her last failed s*icide attempt earlier that spring. She’s been there for almost four months now.

Eddie listens silently as she slowly opens up to him. It’s awful to think that someone like her ended up in a place like this. Her life seemed so perfect back in school.

He asks if she’s found any healing during her stay.

She shrugs her shoulders saying that she’s away from her mother, so that is healing in and of itself.

They walk and talk together every day after that, sharing their scars and the dark ugly parts of their lives that led them there, finding companionship in one another.

He plays his music for her in exchange for her poems and thoughts. Falling in love in the most unlikely way in the most unlikely of places.

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #fic ideas

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kanekoii · 11 months

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sonny where hes childhood friends w the reader and they reconnect after years of not seeing each other (they become friends again and start hanging out again) and their old crush on each other gets rekindled or however u word it... (ive been having SO much brainrot recently i am not ok) anyways scenario of that if u dont mind?

lyra’s notes -> anon…you’ve given me the opportunity to write my favorite genre of fic…

pairing -> sonny brisko x gn! reader

genre -> scenario, angst, attempt at slowburn (my fav genre)

song -> gravitation - oneus

warnings -> attempt at slowburn, i’m sorry this fic is SO long, slight hint at soulmates au at the end

sometimes sonny really wondered wether or not you felt anything at all for him. it was a constant back and forth, much like the uneven orbit of a planet that was much more realistic than the commonly envisioned perfect orbit. when you were smaller children, the both of you were too young to understand the logic of drifting away from each other. yet as the years went on, he became more distant. the final nail in the coffin was when he moved away and you had lost contact completely with him.

he had never left your mind, and you sometimes stared at the stars, silently wishing he was looking at the same ones from wherever he happened to be, somewhere in the world. you had only one remnant of sonny, a necklace with a charm on it, the other half presumably still one of his most prized possessions.

sonny sighed to himself as he stared at the blank sheet of paper. perhaps these feelings would be better expressed to you in person, but would be really have the confidence to give these feelings a voice when you stood in front of him for the first time in years? he doubted the things about you that he had come to not just appreciate but to love with all his heart would have disappeared with the time spent apart, but all these emotions sonny kept to himself would ultimately mean nothing had he not given himself a chance to voice them at all. he’s a hardworking man; all the things he wanted, he worked to achieve. the only thing out of his grasp, and even then it was only ever so slightly, was your love. he wore his half of the necklace every day in a hopeless kind of hope that one day it would mean as much to you as it did to him.

the emotions the commanding officer of the virtual special forces flowed out through his pen and onto the previously blank paper that sat on his desk, waiting to be given a meaning to exist at all. he sent out the letter to you before he could second guess himself, or else all the words he had allowed to escape his heart would be ultimately meaningless and he’d be plunged into the darkness that is keeping these feelings a secret. with his luck, you would have found someone else by now. yet some, ever so small part of his heart and mind held so tightly onto the hope that you’d one day love him as if it were his last lifeline. that hope had been driving him forward since the day he left, so what was a little more?

as you walked to the spot the letter had asked you to meet him, you saw his familiar face, standing nervously in the crowd. the world seemed to fall away before you as you ran towards him as fast as your body would allow. every second, every minute had led to this moment as your heart practically beat out of your chest amidst the blurred colors of the people around you. as you jumped into his arms, he seemed to be the only thing in the universe that had mattered at all.

your love for him grew ever stronger as you spent days together through the summer and autumn, coming to a head in winter when he finally expressed his love for you through a kiss. maybe you were destined to gravitate together by the red thread connecting your hearts. through all, that thread had never broken or disconnected. you were quite literally destined to be with him.

#lyr.fic #nijien x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijien #sonny brisko x reader #sonny brisko #sonny brisko x you #i needed this excuse to write something slightly less fluffy

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helionmylove · 2 years

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Lone Wolves

Ithan Holstrom x Reader

Word Count: 2727

Not beta read

WARNINGS: Smut, there is like a sentence of degradation, praise k!nk, his roommates definitely heard you two, unprotected piv, or@l m receiving, f!ngering

SUMMARY: Ithan reconnects with a fellow lone wolf and former friend. After spending a lot of time together, Ithan gets annoyed by his roommates teasing, so smut ensues. Ithan is probably really out of character, I have no clue what this is. Oops.

You left the den after the pack of devils died. It was a difficult and odd decision, not many people had understood. But your mother had died two years before and your father wasn’t in the picture, so you didn’t have any family holding you there, and then shit hit the fan once the devils were murdered. Danika kept everyone in line, whether she realized it or not. With her gone, you didn’t feel welcome in the den. Omegas, like yourself, were considered the weak links of a pack. Many believe the only thing worse than being an omega is being a lone wolf. But according to Sabine there’s something even worse: being half human and an omega. So, when Sabine started getting worse, you left. It was painful at first, but you managed.

A few years later, you heard Ithan Holstrom got kicked out and the shit beat out of him. You’d been friends before, so you reached out and told him that if he needed someone to talk to, you’d be there.

It took a few weeks, but he eventually showed up at your apartment with a pizza, beer, and hard seltzers on night out of the blue. When you opened the door, Ithan was standing there in an old sunball hoodie and a pair of gray sweatpants. His hair seemed shinier.

“Uh hi?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

“I know it’s rude to show up unannounced, but I come bearing gifts.” He held up the six packs in one hand and pizza boxes in the other.

You step aside, letting him into the tiny apartment. “I never told you my address.”

He walked in, heading to where he could see your small kitchen to place his offerings down. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I asked Declan Emmett to find out for me.”

“Hanging out with the fae now?”

“Living with them.”

You stood with him in the kitchen and couldn’t help but notice he’d gotten even more attractive than the last time you’d seen him. You’d always had a crush on Ithan, how could you not? He was sweet and athletic and gorgeous. You rubbed your eyes, forcing the thought out of your mind.

“What brings you by, Ithan?” You question, grabbing a slice of pizza and sitting on the counter.

“Well,” he ran a hand through his hair, getting his own slice, “I was thinking about… stuff. Reread your text. Next thing I knew I was stealing booze from Flynn’s stash and ordering a pizza on my way here.”

“Couldn’t give me a head’s up?”

“My hands were full?”

You couldn’t help smiling at the cheeky grin on his face. He seemed to be doing well, that was good.

“So, just feeling nostalgic?”

“Honestly?” Ithan’s face fell. “I had some questions.” You took a swig of your drink and nodded for him to continue. “Does it ever get easier?”

“Quite the philosophical question, Holstrom.”

“I mean the lone wolf thing.”

“I figured.” You sighed and shrugged. “I suppose so. I mean, every now and then I miss that feeling of belonging but I’ve moved on, I guess. Why?” You frown. “Is it getting to you?”

“Every now and then.” He took a swig from his beer, leaning beside where you sat. “It’s been nice hanging out with Bryce again. I like living with the guys, and we have each other’s backs. But…”

“But you miss having other wolves around.” You finished for him, earning a solemn nod in response. “Maybe we could help each other out.”

“Become a pack of two?” He suggested.

“A pack of loners,” you nudge his side with your foot laughing softly.

He held his drink up to yours in a toast, clinking the cans. “To the pack of loners.”

——————

You two had spent all of your free time together. It got to the point where you were spending more time at Ruhn’s house than you were in your own apartment. Like right now, you and Ithan were sitting on the couch in the living room, with Flynn on the opposite end of the couch, and Declan in a chair beside him.

Ithan had sat incredibly close to you, draping an arm around your shoulders, his fingers absentmindedly drawing circles on your arm. You tried not to pay attention to it, looking anywhere but at him. You had noticed his tendency to ignore your personal space whenever the guys were around.

Ruhn walked in the front door, scanning the room as he entered. “Something’s different. It’s too quiet in here.”

“The fire sprites are upstairs watching Fangs and Bangs on my tablet.” Flynn shrugged.

“Which we could have been watching down here,” you chimed in.

“No,” Declan, Flynn, and Ithan said simultaneously. It had been an argument for about ten minutes, them versus you and the fire sprites over what to watch. You lost, the guys deciding to watch highlights from some sunball game.

“You’re more than welcome to go join my girls upstairs.” Flynn hummed.

“She’s not going in your room.” Ithan shut him down, eyes trained on the tv.

The three fae males all shared a knowing look, the same sinister smirks breaking out across their faces. You sat back into the couch, trying to avoid their stares, but ended up cuddling closer to Ithan by accident.

“Why not?” Declan chimed in. “It’s not like Flynn would be up there anyway.”

“She should come hang out in my room. We’ll have a great time.” Ruhn winked playfully.

“Don’t get in the way of the poor girl’s fun, pup.” Flynn nudged him.

A muscle feathered in Ithan’s jaw. He stood up, taking your hand and heading upstairs to his room. A chorus of “oh come on pups it was a joke” and obnoxious laughter sounded from downstairs as Ithan ushered you into his room.

“What’s wrong with you?” You huff as you sit on his bed.

“Nothing.” He grumbles, laying face down on his bed.

“They were just messing around, Holstrom.” You nudge him playfully. “No need to go all alphahole over it.”

“I’m not.” He swats your hands away.

You take the opportunity to poke him all over: his cheeks, chest, stomach, anywhere that would bother him. He continues swatting at you. Eventually deciding that he’s had enough, he takes hold of your wrists and pins you to the bed. He’s impossibly close. His breath is warm against your face. His eyes hold yours in an unfaltering gaze.

“Ithan,” You gasp.

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips before he gently pressed his lips to yours. His lips were warm and surprisingly soft, the kiss was gentle but firm. Ithan’s grip tightened on your wrists, his weight shifting over you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was holding himself back. He broke the kiss, eyes fluttering open slowly.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was wrecked.

“Why?” You furrowed your brows, studying his face.

“Why? Y/N, I shouldn’t have forced that on you.”

You rolled your eyes, wriggling your wrists out of his hold to grip his hair, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. Then the other corner. Then fully onto his lips.

It only took a second before Ithan took control. His strong hands holding your waist in a firm grip. His soft lips against yours in a claiming kiss. A gasp falls from your mouth into his, as he slides his powerful thigh between your legs, right against where you want him most. The way you grind ever so slightly onto his thigh brings a satisfied growl from him. You grip his soft hair tighter, desperate to bring him closer to you.

His lips move away from yours, trailing along your jaw, down your neck, across your collarbone. Every now and then he’d nip and suck at the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of hickeys, and relishing in the way you whimper at the sensation.

He makes himself stop, pushing back so he’s kneeling above you. Those warm, brown eyes scan over your breathless form in a way that turns your core molten.

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.” He rasped, licking his lips as you shake your head. “You want this?”

“Please, Ithan.” Your hips move slightly, desperate for friction. “Fuck me please.”

He pulled his shirt over his head, before slipping yours off you. His pupils blew wide as he took in your nearly bare form. Ithan dragged his lips along your collarbone, kissing a trail to the hollow of your throat. He kissed and nipped until he was satisfied with the bruise forming there. Your soft whimpering spurred him on. Your nails dug into the strong muscles of his back. In an instant, your arms were held above your head, his large hand holding both your wrists, his other hand trailing down your torso with a featherlight touch.

“Be a good girl for me?” He murmured into your neck. Those skilled fingers undid your jeans before slipping under your panties. His long middle finger slid along your folds eliciting a whiny moan from you. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me. Want me to play with your pretty little pussy?”

“Please Ithan, please!” You plead, squirming in his grip.

He slowly pushed his long finger into you, thrusting it ever so slowly. “Sound so pretty when you beg. Tell me pretty girl, who’s this pussy belong to?” He pushes a second finger into you, groaning as your slick walls constrict around his long digits and a litany of moans slip from your mouth.

“You Ithan!” You whimper as he starts moving his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. “It’s yours. Please!”

“Please?” He chuckles darkly, no sign of that sweet cuddly guy you spent all your time with, just that primal dominant wolf. “What is it you want, sweetheart? Be a good girl and tell me.”

“Want you, want your cock. Please Ithan, I’ll do anything. Please.” Any other time you would feel pathetic for begging like this, but if this was how good he could make you feel from just his fingers, you needed to feel the rest of him.

Those warm brown eyes turned black. Before you could register what even happened, your pants and panties were tugged down, your bra removed from your chest. You lay completely bare before him, his ravenous gaze trailing along your body, from your hickey covered neck to your soaked pussy. He kneeled between your legs, undoing his pants and pulling them down with his boxers, letting his hard length jump free. Your eyes widen at the sheer sight of him: long, thick, and veiny. Holy fuck, he was going to ruin you.

A cocky smirk graced his face as he caught you staring. “Like what you see sweetheart?”

It honestly felt like an out of body experience. Instead of answering, you got off the bed, kneeling beside it. A string of profanities left his mouth as you reach up and slowly pump him, running your thumb over the leaking tip. Hesitantly, you lean forward, swirling your tongue around the tip. But that wasn’t enough for Ithan. A feral growl came from him as he gripped your hair tightly, pushing you further onto his cock. You couldn’t help gagging at the intrusion, or the tears that threatened to spill as you looked up at him. He only grunted, pushing you to take even more of him as he thrusted shallowly into your mouth.

“That’s a good little bitch,” his head lolled back as he continued fucking your face. You’d never heard him talk like that, and honestly it just made you wetter. You slipped a hand between your legs to play with your clit, only to be interrupted by Ithan pulling out of your mouth. “Can’t focus on me for just a little, huh? You’re that needy, slut?”

He pulled you up by your hair, eliciting a high whine from you. His soft lips kissed away your tears as he took your head in his hands. “Such a needy little pet. Don’t worry, gonna fuck that out of you.”

You fell onto your back, only to be flipped onto your stomach. You buried your face in his pillows, relishing in his lingering scent on the soft fabric. Then you felt the claws - a perk of fucking a wolf shifter - trailing down your spine. He was really determined to mark you up. He propped your hips up, pushing your head down. A satisfied moan sounded as he slowly pushed himself into you. Your back arched as you felt his massive length enter you.

His thrusts were merciless, fucking into you without abandon. His claws dug into your hips to keep you right where he wanted you. His breath was hot against the back of your neck. Your hands desperately grasped for purchase of the sheets. You couldn’t help your loud moans. You could feel your sense of self starting to fade, all that mattered was your building orgasm.

“You’re mine, Y/N” His thrusting became erratic. “Only mine.” A slap to your ass followed by a particularly hard thrust. “Not Ruhn’s. Not Flynn’s.” He pounded harder at each of their names making your legs shake. “Mine.” Another slap.

You were so close. Every powerful thrust brought you closer. You started moving your hips back against him. Through his pleasured grunts, you heard him chuckle. “You wanna cum? I feel you squeezing my cock. I bet you’re so close. Wanna cum on your alpha’s cock?”

“Ithan,” You whimper through your moans. “Please let me cum.”

“Say you’re mine.” His rhythm began to falter. He was close too.

“I’m yours. I’m yours Ithan, please!”

He hid his claws so he could rub your clit without hurting you. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

Your orgasm nearly crashed into you so hard you nearly fainted. Ithan hardly let up, chasing his own high. His hips slowed, gently coaxing you both through your climaxes. You two stayed in that position for a minute, panting and sweating. Carefully, Ithan pulled out of you, your body lying limp on his bed. He got up, grabbing his towel from the back of his door. He gently cleaned the mess from between your legs, stopping to wipe the trickles of blood from where he clawed at you. He worried his lip between his teeth as he brushed over the marks.

“M’sorry,” he murmured, staring at that spot.

“Don’t be,” you hum, burrowing into the blanket. “Felt so good.”

He gently moved you off the bed, despite your warning, so that he could get the sticky comforter off the bed. Once he was satisfied that the sheets were dry underneath, he allowed you to lay back down. His large form curled up beside you, pulling you to cuddle with him. You buried your face in his chest, breathing his scent in deeply. You were content here in the safety of his arms.

“Please be mine,” he whispered into your hair. “I don’t want to be a lone wolf anymore. I want you by my side.”

“Ithan, the only time I leave your side is to go to class or work,” you reminded him. “Plus, the guys are basically a pack.”

“I’m serious, Y/N.” He looked at you pleadingly.

“So, you want me to be your pack omega?”

“I want you to be my… girlfriend isn’t a strong enough word for how I feel about you.”

You studied him for a moment, the longing in those soft eyes. A pang in your chest, a strain of your heart. Realization flooded his gaze.

“You’re my mate?” You whisper.

“Are you okay with that?” Was that fear in his voice?

“Ithan, I’m thrilled.” You pulled him closer, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. He buried his face in your hair, breathing deeply.

A banging and loud laughter came from his bedroom door.

“Are you two finished?” Flynn shouted.

“Next time keep it down! There are other people living here you know!” Declan joined in.

“About damn time!” And there was Ruhn.

Ithan chuckles, pulling you even closer as he shouted at his roommates, “oh, fuck off.”

The laughter continued as you heard those three going back downstairs. Leaving you in the comfortable quiet of Ithan’s room. You slowly drifted off to sleep, cuddled close to your mate.

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psychrocism · 6 months

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personal texts that keep me awake at night:

the response I got after taking acid for the first time and apologizing profusely to the girl who forever ruined dating for me. had a crush on her for years until we finally met by chance and started growing close. when i traveled to go stay with her in north dakota I think our idea of a relationship was overtaken by the reality of it. slowly saw her affection wither away in real time and couldn’t do anything but watch. we drove for hours in complete silence & darkness to the greyhound station and the last unhappy look you gave has haunted me since.

never expected us to get along as well as we did, especially after our awkward beginnings. you left town and my life without saying goodbye, throwing away your first real friend in years. will never forget those nights we spent walking the pavement, hugging until we fell asleep in your van afterwards. I often wonder where you are and if you’ve forgotten them.

one of your many messages that I look at more often than I’d ever admit. don’t even know where to start with my love for you! we’ve been schizo superfriends for a decade now who are still discovering eachother and SOMEHOW haven’t met irl yet. you are the other side of my coin and the world would be empty without you in it. we will take eachother’s secrets to the grave

met over omegle and became eachother’s first loves, it ended miserably 2 years later without real closure. we left eachother wounded, fumbling through the dark for many years after. sorry it took us so much time and mistreatment from others to realize how thankful we are for eachother. my southern sweetheart you taught this dog so much about life & love and you’re the reason I even started using tumblr in the first place.

truly never gets easier having to walk past your old dorm every week, I remember my legs were shaking with each step the first time I went up there. our first words set us both ablaze and I still haven’t felt stimulated like that since but maybe thats because after you had your fun with me you moved back to jersey and never spoke to me again. sex felt so organic between us that any attempt after has felt like mental olympics.

so strange knowing you feel like I’m the one who got away cause we never did figure out why we didn’t date! I think it can be chalked up to mutual shyness & bad timing. I no longer feel the same spark but that night we went swimming with our friends and sang in the car together is one of my fondest teenage memories. none of us are really friends anymore but hope you and I will meet again someday.

LOL MY FUCKIN SKATEBOARD!!! everytime I try to find the stupid element board I got as a kid I remember that I left it in your hands. seems like only yesterday we were two fuckups skipping school to makeout by the train tracks. we always seem to think of eachother and reconnect at the strangest points in our lives and I think it means we are on similar paths to happiness even if it’s seemingly never together.

our mutual friends took me to your art show cause they knew I thought you were cute. after a month of talking; I was on xanax and told you that I liked you, you were drunk and said you liked me. what followed was a year of you trying to get our friends to hate me as much as you grew to. never would have expected us of all people to reconnect & reconcile years later and spend a couple months seeing eachother. even though I was the one who left and got the last laugh it didn’t feel as good as I thought it would.

we went on dates for over a year, shared earbuds in every class, made eachother laugh and blush uncontrollably but when it came down to making it official you could never make up your mind. we tried our best to remain friends but then you started dating every guy you talked shit about and I became the one you ran back to when neglected. i find it both ironic and fitting that our nicknames for eachother had to do with vending machines because at the end of the day that’s all we were to eachother, something convenient.

neither of us fell in love despite our best dates being the ones we went on together. vividly remember walking past the park, the little league game, along the railroad tracks that ran through your neighborhood. having to sneak into your house under the cover of night. I had no idea what I was doing and was apathetic idk how you never noticed but I’d be a liar if i said that the time she’s referring to wasn’t fun… until the cops showed up in the parking lot while we were putting our clothes back on.

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mrs jeong feeling insecure when Jen is around because she’s afraid mr jeong might just leave her for Jen. Btw I fucking hate Jen

[9:20pm]

genre: fluff and angst

warnings: none?

you were sick and stuck in bed. jaehyuns orders.

you were craving for a snack but no one was answering you, no matter how much you called for them, they didn’t answer. so, on your own you got up and went downstairs with a thin blanket wrapped around you.

“—wow, he seems sweet. hey, baby. what’re you doing out of bed?” jaehyun asks you while pulling away from his conversation with jen.

you open the fridge and grab the hummus. “getting a snack.” you say gathering some celery and a plate and spoon.

the blanket slipped off your body as you began to wash you celery. you were drying off your celery and cutting them up while listening to your husband and jen talk.

“he bought me a dress for our date tonight— i’m wearing it right now!” jen says standing upright and showing jaehyun the dark red dress her crush had bought her.

“wow, it looks great.” jaehyun shows a thumbs up. “it feels great too! it so soft and cozy, i could fall asleep in this dress.” she groans and hugs herself. “it hugs my curves so neatly.” jen says running her hands down her waist and hips.

slowly, you began feeling insecure. what if jaehyun started to like jen? what if he wanted to leave you for jen? for someone younger than you? someone who actually dresses up in tight clothes and wears makeup?

you sucked in your cheeks and threw your things on a plate and ran upstairs.

jen flinches at the door slamming from upstairs. “oh, that scared me!” jen laughs while holding her chest.

“hmm.. i’ll go check on her.” jaehyun says sighing and pushing himself off the counter.

he makes his way up to the room and knocks on the door before entering. “baby? what’s wrong, hm?” he asks and joins you on the bed.

he watches as you glare down at the celery and spoon in your hand. angrily spooning the hummus onto your celery before eating it.

“calm down, baby. don’t want you to choke.” you grin a little. “i don’t have a gag reflex. i’m fine.” you break character.

jaehyun takes your wrist and bites the celery you had recoated in hummus. “hm.” he nods while chomping away.

jaehyun nods and then sallows the pieces. “baby,” he scoots closer. “what’s wrong? you seemed pretty mad earlier—?” you shove another piece in his mouth. “mhm, eat. eat, baby— oh, you want another one?” you coat another piece and wait until he finishes.

“baby, what the heck—?” you shove another piece into his mouth. he looks away and gags. “babe— unlike you, i have a gag reflex— calm down before i choke!” he says trying to chew through the celery.

you watch as he finishes that last piece. “sorry.” you say putting the spoon down and then the plate on the nightstand.

“dude, babe.. were you trying to kill me?” you laugh and shake your head. “no, i wasn’t. just wanted to move from that question.” you shrug and jaehyun scoots closer to the point where you were on his lap straddling him.

his hands pinching your waist whilst hugging you. “why? you don’t want to be asked what’s wrong?” you shrug again.

you sigh a little. “just.. felt a bit insecure, y’know?” jaehyun hums. “no, baby. i don’t know. talk to me. tell me, why you feel that way.” the comfort you felt with him.

“it’s stupid.” you laugh but jaehyun pulls you until you stare down at him. “tell me first and i’ll be the judge of it.” you laugh and reconnect the warmth between his and your body.

“okay. jen. when i came downstairs to get a snack— cause i was calling for you guys to come bring me a snack but no one answered, anyway. i saw jen in this pretty red dress, just like the one i wore on our third date to your friends dinner party. i saw this look in your eyes which.. made me overthink about you.”

jaehyun bucks his head back. “me?” you nod with a hum. “yes.”

“it made me think of you leaving me.” jaehyun shudders at the mentions of leaving you. how could he ever?

“it.. made me think about you wanting someone younger.” jaehyun shakes his head, wanting to say something but holds back.

you play with your hands behind his head. “it made me think that you’d leave me for someone who dresses up and who wears makeup— not just for work but whenever.” jaehyun gives you a tight hug and pulls you away from him.

“and for someone who doesn’t just sit around in your clothes when coming home from work— do you hate when i do that?” your head tilts and a hint of worry fills your voice.

“no,” he shakes his head while pulling you closer. “i don’t hate it when you steal my clothes and sit in them when we get back from work. i absolutely adore it. you look so cute in my clothes— sexy, hot, whatever, you name it.” you thought he was finished but clearly he wasn’t when he opened his mouth to speak again.

“and baby, i will never— and i mean never, ever leave you for someone younger, for someone who dresses up, for someone who wears makeup on a daily— i would never leave you in general. wanna know why? because, i love you. i love you, so so much. i cant even express it. i love you, baby.” you hum at his mini speech.

“hey,” he giggles and pokes your side. “say it back.” he whines a bit while you giggle. “stop! fine, i love you!” you say quickly while he tickles you. “stop! jae! baby!” you laugh loudly as he throws you on the bed and starts attacking you with tickles.

jen watches from the crack of the door as you and him wrestle each other. guess her plan of getting a tight dress didn’t work after all.

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enchantestuff · 3 years

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rekindle - rbr sebastian vettel

in which after a long time apart, you and Sebastian rekindle your love for one another in the least romantic place you could think of - a sweaty, packed nightclub

NOT MY GIF!!

warnings: public sex (ofc), fingering, teasing, lowkey angst at the start, nicknames, uncomfy ex, sebastain Vettel deserves a warning himself, happy sinning

taglist: @theringers @forestviper201 @icemanhoneybadger @formulamei @findthelightinyourlife

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You smirked as your eyes met from across the club for what felt like the hundredth time that night. You hadn't seen him in over a year, the last time you were even in the same country as him had ended up with you climbing into a taxi, speeding away to the airport and him standing half naked in his driveway, wishing for the car to turn around and end his worst nightmare.

The relationship between you and Sebastsian was a complicated one to say the least. You had grown up with each other, your families vacationed together every second summer and you spent many christmases together. It was only when you got older that you started to really appreciate Sebastian.

Daydreams of what it would be like to spend a night in bed with him began to fill your free moments. Images of the two of you tangled in bed was once something that you could only dream about, but that dream certainly became a reality one unforgettable night in Italy.

It was during a celebratory dinner after yet another win that he had leaned over to talk to you. His lips brushed against the side of your neck and goosebumps had risen all over your skin, you cursed yourself for your reaction but soon began praising your childish antics once Sebastian finally caught onto how you felt about him.

The few words of “do i make you nervous, liebe?” led to the two of you making out in the corridor. That celebratory dinner escalated to a friends with benefits situation which set off a more than complicated relationship between the two of you where feelings were of course present, but stubbornness from both sides refused to let them be out in the open.

Your feelings for one another eventually escaped when he got into a nasty crash in the middle of a race. You ran up to him the minute he stormed into the garage, tears welling in your eyes as you crushed into a hug. He held you with just as much force and whispered into your ear what you had been waiting for months to hear.

He told you that you had been the only thing on his mind when he crashed into the wall and he didn't want to go a minute longer without telling you how he really felt about you

As much as you wanted things to be great with Sebastain, your relationship was unfortunately not plain sailing from there and the media had a bring role to play in your downfall. They wouldn't leave him or you alone, constantly following the two of you wherever you went and even going as far as sending mail to your shared home. It was the media that drove you to leave the man you adored and move to another country in search for a new career and a new life away from the public eye.

You stared at him now, unable to tear your eyes away from his beautiful frame. He looked as good as ever and you knew deep down that you would probably never see him again. So against your brain telling you not to, you engraved every detail of his face into your memory, not wanting to let him go just yet.

You felt horrible for leaving him and strongly believed that he hated you for abandoning him. You wouldn't have blamed him if he did, you sometimes hated yourself for that decision. So you kept your distance from him all night, repeatedly telling yourself that if he did not harbor any bad emotions towards you, then he would approach you himself.

To tell the truth, you were too embarrassed to go up to him yourself, too full of guilt to face him after what you had done. But when he made eye contact with you as he pulled a girl into his body, something inside you snapped and you found yourself being dragged into an all too familiar game of cat and mouse with him.

Your night of teasing had officially begun the minute he kissed the brunette's neck, refusing to break your stare as his hands ran up and down her hips. You decided it was your turn to reciprocate the teasing and pulled a random, but still handsome, man towards you to dance. Holding your gaze with him, you allowed the man to grip onto your hips and sway from side to side. Your ass pressing against him with every beat of the music.

You maintained eye contact with him as he chatted with multiple women, his hands resting dangerously low on their backs as he smirked in your direction, you hated how much you loved his little games.

You decided to take a dance break and stepped away from the claustrophobic dance floor. Moving towards the less packed bar, you leaned against the contour top as you ordered yet another drink. The feeling of hands wrapping around your hips didn’t surprise you, nor did the hot breath fanning across the back of your neck. You were used to the warmth of Seb’s body by now and after so much time apart, you still recognized his touch.

“Quite a show you put on back there,” he muttered, gesturing to the bartender for another drink before turning his attention back towards you. You kept your face forward, staring at the variety of liquor stacked on the shelves as Sebastian flirted with you in your ear. He was still positioned behind you, which you saw as the perfect opportunity to press your ass against his crotch.

The tightening of his grip only fueled you to press yourself further into him in hopes that you would emit an even stronger reaction from him, and boy did you get what you wanted. One of his hands rested underneath your breast and as he emitting a small amount of pressure against you, he forced you into him.

No longer leaning against the counter, you could now feel the entirety of his body pressed against you. Every vein and muscle. Every curve and dent of his body, Still, that didn't stop you from wiggling your bum against him.

“Are you trying to turn me on right now, love, or are you really that fucking oblivous?”

You twisted your head to finally look at him, momentarily taken aback by his pure beauty before regaining your confidence again. “That depends,” you hummed, purposely brushing your lips against his neck as you spoke, “Is it working?”

His hold on you tightened and somehow he pulled you even closer to him, allowing you to feel every inch and vein of his hardened cock. “Someones excited,” you smiled, immediately freezing up when you caught sight of your ex boyfriend standing next to you.

He was the man you had been with before Seb and it was safe to say he had completely broken your heart.

Confusion immediately filled Sebs body at your reaction, fearful he had done something wrong he moved to stand beside you, holding onto your bicep as he looked you in your eyes. “Are you alright, darling?” he questioned, his eyes bouncing back and forth as he searched your face for any indication of pain.

“Yeah its - “

“Y/N! Great to see you.” Dread immediately filled your body at the infamous voice, you felt yourself go rigid in Sebastian's grip and desperately wished for your ex to leave the two of you alone.

“Who's this douche?” Seb whispered in your ear, trying to relive some of your tension and comfort you in what seemed to be a terribly uncomfortable situation.

“Brad, hey,” you muttered, you grabbed hold of Sebastian's hand that was previously sprawled on the bar countertop, using the warmth of his touch as a confidence booster to finally turn around and face the brutal ex.

“How have you been?” he asked, refusing to even glance at the Redbull driver next to you, focusing his hungry gaze on you and you only.

You sighed deeply at his attempt of small talk. Could he not just say hello and move on? Did he really need to interrupt your night.

Sebastian kept a close eye on you throughout your short conversation. A sense of protectiveness filled him at your rigid stance, he knew you could handle the situation yourself but he couldn't help but want to aid you. He felt the need to get involved. So he did.

He didn’t let you answer the man's next question of what you had recently been up to, instead he grabbed hold of the side of your face, his fingers dipping into the nape of your neck as he pulled you into him. He grinned smugly at the worried glance you threw his way before connecting your lips together.

The kiss was hesitant at first.

Taking into account this was your first shared kiss together since the breakup, it felt both natural and unusual to be kissing him again, but as the seconds passed you found yourself relaxing in his hold and began kissing him back with much more force.

You lost yourself in the moment, the idea of your ex boyfriend watching you make out with your other ex boyfriend didn't even cross your mind. You solely focused on the way Sebastian’s lips felt against yours after such a long time apart. He was addicting.

Your eyes fluttered open when he pulled away, blushing slightly at the sheepish look he threw your exes way. “What were you saying, mate?” he confidently asked.

The feeling of his palm burned against your cheek and you couldn't even bring yourself to look at Brad, but you didn't need to as he just stumbled away, clearly intimidated by Sebastian.

There was no need for you to say anything to Seb - if the way you were teasing him earlier on in the evening was of no indication to how you felt about him - then the lustful look you were giving him now certainly was.

He immediately pulled you back into him, your lips reconnecting in a lustful kiss. With no more awkwardness surrounding the two of you, you found yourself enjoying it even more.

Moving one of his hands down your body, Sebastian forcefully squeezed your bum which emitted a gasp from you, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth, further deepening the kiss. He pressed his body against yours and your hands raked across it, feeling his muscles flex against your hands.

You moaned into his mouth the minute he dug his hips into you, the feeling of his body so close to you bringing you back to when the two of you dated. Confusion filled you when he pulled away, ending your lovely make out session and disappointing you tremendously. “Don't start what you can't finish, love” he warned, leaning down to scatter kisses across your chest, nipping and licking at every exposed area.

“Who says I can't finish this?” you remarked, grinning at the way his eyebrows rose at your statement.

“Look around us, darling” he stood up straighter, craning his neck to glance from side to side, taking into account the multiple people surrounding the two of you. Hundreds of people filled the room, hundreds of eyes that could possibly witness something. Hundreds of reasons why the two of you shouldn't get ahead of yourselves. But then again, when he looked back at you and the playful pout that crossed your features - he found himself making up a hundred different reasons as to why it was such a brilliant idea.

“But then again,” he continued, leaning closer to you in order to whisper in your ear, “that's never stopped us before.”

A shiver ran up your spine at his words, images flashing through your mind of previous encounters the two of you had in the most inappropriate areas. Cutting your daydream short, Sebastian grabbed hold of your hand and guided you up the stairs to the more secluded vip area.

The bouncer merily glanced at Sebastian before lifting the red velvet rope and letting the two of you in. Nodding a small thanks to the man, he continued his journey into the dimly lit area, a content hum leaving his lips at the sight of a small booth in the corner.

He sat down on the plush seats and you fell down to sit on top of him, the lower half of your body covered by the wooden table in front of you. Sebastian wasted no time in kissing your neck, unable to detach himself from your skin for more than a few moments.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder, watching the small group of people ahead of you dancing and laughing at each other caused a blush to quickly creep up your cheeks. The thought if anyone witnessing your antics both embarrassing and exciting you.

“Are you sure you want to do this, liebe?” Seb questioned, he placed his finger on your cheek and forced you to look at him as he spoke. “Because once we start, I won't be able to stop.”

“And why would I ever want you to stop?” you shot back, pressing your bum further into him to prove your point. Sebs eyes scanned the area, having seemingly decided the risk of getting caught was worth it, he ran his fingers up your thigh, under your skirt and into your underwear.

His other hand trailed the opposite direction, moving up your body to gently squeeze your breast. You arched your back at the sensation, your ass moving further into him and a harsh squeeze being delivered as a result.

Slipping a finger into you, his hand flew away from your breast to clamp over your mouth, muffling the sudden moan that escaped you. “You have to be quiet, sweetheart. There's people around us,” he reminded.

He littered gentle kisses up your neck and you could feel his smirk against your skin at the shaky breath you let out the minute he slipped a second finger into you. “I don't think anyone else deserves to hear your moans, darling.”

You hummed against his hand, wetness pooling at his words and your eyes fluttering closed as his thumb began to circle your clit. “Move up for a second, liebe,” he demanded once he removed his fingers from you. Having no other option but to comply, you braced your hands against the table and stood up on shaky legs. You patiently waited as Sebastain undid his belt, the sound of the metal coming undone bringing a newfound wetness to your core.

“Ready?” he questioned, moving his hand up and down your thigh to comfort you. You nodded your head, biting harshly on your lip, you quickly glanced behind you and yet another shaky breath tumbled from your lips at the sight you beheld.

Sebastain was sprawled across the couch with his dick barely covered by your body. The sight of him shamelessly sitting there did something to you and before you lost your confidence, you slowly lowered yourself down onto him.

“Keep quiet now,” he reminded once you took all of him in. Your hands gripped onto the table in front of you, your knuckles quickie turning white as you used it as leverage to start moving.

The sound of your skin hitting against sebastians was muffled by the laughter of the crowd and the loudness of the msic booming across the grand club. “I'm trying,” you grunted.

You slowly bounced on him, trying to keep your movements small and inconspicuous to the people around you. But Sebastian could only last so long without needing to take over. A moan accidentally escaped you once he began thrusting his own hips upwards to meet yours. In response to your foolishness, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking not so gently on it as a warning and forcing you to look at the dim lights hanging above you instead of the people ahead of you.

Holding onto your body he quickly steadied you, forcing you to halt your movements as a random man walked up to the two of you. You shifted in his hold and attempted to reposition yourself to look more natural towards the stranger. You just wanted it to seem like you were cuddling the driver, not bouncing on his dick.

One of your arms wrapped around his neck while the other laid on his chest. You spared a quick glance downwards, making sure your skirt covered everything before looking back up at the man. Sebastian greeted him, admittedly not poilelty, but he greeted him nevertheless. It only took a few seconds for the two of you to realise he was a fan and by the looks of it, would do anything to hold a conversation with the Sebastian Vettel.

You couldn't help but move on his lap, the need for friction overwhelming you after staying put for several minutes. You slowly began rolling your hips, your heart racing at the sudden release of pressure and also at the fact you were grinding on him with a fan of his only a few feet away.

Sebastian cleared his throat, trying desperately to pay attention to the man in front of him and not on how good you felt clenching around him. His hips unintentionally runted up into you, muttering a quick curse under his breath he grimaced at the man, cutting his sentence short as he gestured towards you. “If you wouldn't mind,” he sympathetically commented.

“Right, right sorry,” he mumbled, “Enjoy your night.”

He soon scrambled away from view and Sebastian began carelessly thrusting into you again. You returned to your original position, now resting your head against the table, thankful for the pleasure filling your whole body. You could feel a bead of sweat forming on the nape of your neck and were almost certain you looked a mess but you couldn't have cared as you got nearer and nearer to your peak.

This new angle allowed Sebastian to take control of your activities. He guided your hips back and forth, not paying attention to the movement of the table nor the attention that the two of you could possibly bring your way. All he wanted was to bring you to your release. “Are you going to cum for me, darling?” he whispered. You nodded against the table, the coolness of the wood reliving your flushed cheeks as you felt the knot begin to release in your stomach.

You moved your hand to grip onto his thigh, “I'm gonna-” you mumbled, unable to finish your sentence as he gripped onto the back of your neck and forced you to sit up straight. His fingers immediately fell down your throat in a poor attempt to muffle your moans. You whimpered loudly at his show of dominance, your attempts to keep quiet failing profusely as he hurried his movements.

His fingers moved further down your throat as your walls clenched around him. Before you knew it you were spilling yourself against Sebastain. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head and heat filling your body as he followed in your actions.

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Everything to me.

A/N: My longest writing yet and i am actually really proud of this! I really hope the length doesn’t put anyone off and I will appreciate any feedback and constructive criticism. I really hope you all enjoy, this took me a few days to complete but I’m happy with the finished product.

Summary: Y/N has insecurities as a young mother and they seem to get worse all of a sudden, Tom reminds her how much she means to him.

Warnings: Mentions of smoking, swearing, smut (fingering, Oral (F rec), soft sex) Minors do not engage. May have missed a few typos...

W/C: 11K... Said it was gonna be a long one!

You’d met Tom when you were both nineteen and in university, he was studying for a Business degree and you’d been studying English. You’d met in a bar on a night out and the rest appeared to be history, you were head over heels for each other and although neither one of you were the other’s first you believed you’d be each other’s last. You both graduated with first class honours degrees and that’s when everything changed for the two of you.

You both graduated in September and Tom had taken over his father’s business by October, although he was only twenty one at the time it was what he’d spent his educational years working towards. You on the other hand fell pregnant, Tom had been supportive throughout, stuck by you and although it was a shock to both of you, you couldn’t be happier and neither of you would change Liam for the world.

“Tom, I need to tell you something.” You said nervously biting your lip as he got into bed.

“What’s wrong darling?” He asked, brows furrowed with concern as he removed your bottom lip from between your teeth with his thumb. He knew it was a bad habit of yours. “Don’t do that baby, you’ll make your lip bleed.” He whispered as he kissed you softly.

“Something’s happened.” You said and he kissed your cheek as he moved you to rest your head on his chest, running a hand through your hair.

“What’s wrong? You can tell me you know. Whatever it is we’ll work it out.” He said as he continued to run a hand through your hair. You felt sick with nerves, what if he left you? His career was only just starting and a baby would hold that back, hold him back. You swallowed back tears at the thought of being left alone to bring up a child.

“I’m pregnant.” You whispered so quietly that even in the silent room Tom didn’t hear you.

“What?” Tom asked as he brought you to face him. “Sorry baby, I didn’t catch that.” He said again.

“I’m,” you said as you gulped and he placed a reassuring hand on your cheek, face full of concern for you. “I’m pregnant.” You said again as tears made their way down your face, Tom was quick to wipe them away.

“Seriously?” He asked, a grin finding its way to his face. “You are?” He asked again and you nodded. He pulled you into a bone crushing hug as he placed kisses all over the side of your face. You giggled slightly before pulling back, hands placed firmly on his chest.

“You’re not mad?” You asked and he smiled.

“Mad? No. Shocked, absolutely but I’m happy.” He said as he ran his thumb over your cheek and you smiled at him.

“But what about your career?” You asked and he laughed slightly.

“Baby, I’m taking over my father’s business, I’m sure he’s still gonna be around to help out, especially if he knows he’s getting a grandchild.” He said as he kissed your forehead and you relaxed all together.

“I love you so much Tom.” You said as you fell back into his chest and he wrapped his arms around you.

“I love you so much, I’m so happy that we’re gonna have a baby.” He said and you smiled.

“You’re not gonna leave me?” You voiced your insecurity, he might be happy now but what about in a few months when you’d gained weight and become moody?

“Baby, I would never leave you, you’re everything to me.”

He didn’t leave you, he stuck by you through all of it. All of the cravings and mood swings, insecurities, everything. You got married just before you started to show, Tom was going to ask before he found out you were pregnant and you couldn’t have been happier together, moving things along quickly. His dad stayed on to help out, overjoyed by the news he was going to be a grandad, he facilitated Tom being able to be there for you and also helped him keep the business on track. The birth was long and painful and Tom was there for every single hour of your labour, he wouldn’t leave you for a second, when Liam was born you both cried, it was truly beautiful. It was all working out really well, apart from the fact that you didn’t have a job and that played into some of your insecurities.

“Do you ever think I take advantage of you?” You suddenly said half way through your TV show. Liam had gone down much easier that evening, you knew it was because Tom had been home to help put him to bed. Liam loved Tom, sometimes Tom was the only one who could calm him when he was screaming at the top of his lungs.

“What?” Tom asked, brows furrowed as he paused the show, attention fully on you now.

“I just worry because I don’t have a job and you do.” You said as you nibbled your lip, his thumb instantly removing it from between your teeth, this was a habit for the two of you.

“Sweetheart, you’ve just had a baby. I admire what you’re doing here. I go to work and I leave you here to look after our son on your own. I don’t expect you to have a job right now, money isn’t an issue. I don’t want you to get a job and make yourself more tired, there’s no need for that. We’re lucky to be in the position that we are.” He said and you sniffled, wiping your nose with your hoody sleeve.

“Baby, if you want to get a job, I support that but please don’t get a job because you think I think any less of you for not having one. You’re doing an amazing job here, doing what you’re doing. You’re an amazing mum and I’m so proud of you. I love you okay? Nothing is going to change that. You’re my everything.” He said and your heart melted. Tom had never shied away from his feelings when it came to you, he was always honest.

“I just want whatever makes you happy, okay beautiful?” He said again and you smiled as you nodded. “No one thinks you’re taking advantage of me, everyone knows how hard you work at home, how much you’ve taken on the responsibility of being a mother.” He continued and you hugged him, holding him tight, he was a man you never wanted to let go of.

Once Liam was old enough to be left with yours or Tom’s parents you tried to get a job but didn’t have much luck and years later you were still stuck in the same position. Tom was supportive, reminded you through each rejection that it was okay, that you’d find something eventually but no one wanted to hire a young woman with a young child. Your hours needed to be too specific for their liking and nobody gave you a chance.

You loved Liam and you wouldn’t change him for the world but the pregnancy had left you with insecurities, you tried so hard to lose the baby weight and although you lost some, you never lost it all. It changed certain elements of yours and Tom’s relationship, you became embarrassed of your stretch marks and weight. It didn’t matter how many times Tom told you he couldn’t care less about it, that he loved you for you, it never made the insecurities go away.

You and Tom had just returned home after a much needed date night, you’d both gotten a little tipsy and found yourself almost falling through the front door as you giggled. Liam was at your parents for the night, leaving you and Tom to have a night for yourselves.

“Shit.” Tom said as he caught you, arm around your waist as you stumbled taking your heel off, causing a fit of giggles to erupt from both of you. He turned you in his embrace as he kissed you, lips pressed firmly to yours as he pulled you closer by your waist, you instantly melted into the kiss, hands finding his hair.

“I fucking love you.” Tom mumbled against your lips as you fell backwards onto the couch, Tom making sure not to press all of his weight against you as he laid on top of you.

“I love you too Tom.” You said as he reconnected your lips, the kiss growing heated within seconds, his hips grinding against your own as you let out a pleasurable sigh. “Can we move to the bedroom?” You asked, nerves suddenly getting the better of you. Since having Liam, you and Tom hadn’t had sex anywhere other than the bedroom and with the light off. Tom tried to reassure you that this wasn’t a necessity, that he still found you beautiful but you still insisted almost three years later.

Tom nodded slightly as he picked you up carrying you to the bedroom. You stuffed your face into his neck to hide the embarrassment on your cheeks, you wished it was different, that you had the confidence to have sex with him with the light on but every time you tried you became more embarrassed.

The sex became different over the three and a half years. It was all missionary and the adventurous streak you’d once had had seemingly vanished, you worried he’d become bored, that the sex you were having wasn’t satisfying enough but you couldn’t bring yourself to make a change. It led to a few arguments over the years, mostly instigated by you and your insecurities getting the better of you. The one you’d had last month changed things between you. You’re insecurities had been eating away at you more than usual recently, leaving you much moodier than usual.

“Y/N…” Tom sighed as you reached for the lamp to switch it off. “You’re beautiful, you know that right. I love you more than anything.” He said again.

“I know.” You said dismissively and he sighed again and it made you angry. “Tom, I don’t want to have sex with the light on is that such a big deal?” You snapped.

“Y/N, when are you going to let me show you how much I love you? I know your body changed when you had Liam but I don’t care, I love you, I still think you’re beautiful.”

“You’ve said already.” You snapped again and he sighed as he moved off you, standing from the bed as he put his shirt back on. “Where are you going?” You asked angrily.

“I need a breather.” He said as he fished around in his jacket pocket. “I can’t keep doing this Y/N/N. I can’t.” He said as he pulled his packet of cigarettes from his pocket, fishing around in the other for his lighter.

“Can’t keep doing what?” You snapped, you were letting your insecurities get the better of you.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw you naked. You lock the bathroom door when you bath or shower now. You won’t let me watch you change and you won’t have sex with me unless the light is off.” He pointed out.

“And?” You fired back angrily, he shook his head in response, pulling his lighter from his other pocket.

“We are married.” He pointed out again.

“So?”

“I can’t keep having this conversation. We’ve done it for years. I’ve told you why it’s important. I love you I really do but things aren’t the same anymore and you know it.” He said and your anger flared.

“So what the way we have sex is the be all and end all of our marriage?” You snapped, you knew after the countless conversations you’d had that this wasn’t the case but you were letting your insecurities take over. Putting words into his mouth, you knew he was right, he wasn’t just talking about the sex.

“I can’t keep fucking doing this.” He said as he made his way out of the bedroom and down the stairs, an angry you in tow. Voices low as not to wake your three year old.

“Then why are you still with me?” You said angrily and he huffed as he made his way into the back garden.

“Because I love you, I really fucking do but our relationship isn’t the same anymore.” He said as he lit his cigarette, inhaling sharply.

“Sure it’s not just because we have a kid?” You fired back and there it was. Your biggest insecurity. He looked at you, shocked expression evident on his face.

“No that’s not why. Why are you so angry at the minute?” He said as he inhaled another drag of his cigarette.

“Fuck off Tom.” You snapped as you went back inside and up to bed. You weren’t sure why you were so angry with him all of a sudden, your emotions getting the better of you.

Things changed after that, you’d not had sex in that time and you’d kicked him into the spare bedroom. Your conversations became limited and he tried to make things normal again but you closed yourself off, your emotions became harder to control and your insecurities were getting the better of you.

“Daddy!” Liam shouted, alerting you that your husband was home. You heard as his bag hit the floor and the playful giggles that followed as Tom greeted his son. You sighed, you missed him but you were still angry with him.

“Hi darling.” He said as he made his way into the kitchen where you were.

“Hi.” You mumbled back in response. There was an awkward tension between the two of you now, the years of a changed relationship had seemingly caught up with you both.

“How was your day?” He asked and you shrugged as he sighed. “I heard you throwing up this morning, are you okay?” He asked, face full of concern.

“Yeah, picked up whatever Liam brought home from nursery last week.” You said and he nodded. You’d never had awkwardness like this, it was horrible and you wished it wasn’t there, you knew you should apologise but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. “How was your day?” You decided to ask in return.

“It was busy, happy to be home.” He smiled sadly and you felt guilty, you loved him you really did but you couldn’t help the negative thoughts that were living in your head right now.

You missed the kiss you’d usually get and the hug after not seeing him all day, you missed being wrapped up in his strong arms as you both fell asleep.

“Mummy?” Liam’s voice dragged you from your thoughts.

“Yes sweetheart?” You smiled, he looked more and more like Tom every day, the only feature of yours he held were your eyes.

“What time is daddy home?” He asked, you looked at the clock, it was almost six, normally he’d be home around five fifteen. You bit your lip as your nerves grew, the metallic taste of your blood making its way to your tastebuds. You’d been doing it a lot recently, Tom always said this would happen; that you’d make your lip bleed from biting it so much and he was right.

“Soon love.” You answered, he’d been home late every night this week. Just as Liam was about to speak again Tom made his way through the door.

“Daddy!” Liam shouted as he ran at his dad, Tom instantly scooping him up with one arm.

“How are you doing little man?” Tom said as he kissed Liam’s cheek, free hand ruffling his curls. You watched from the couch, adoration clear on your face, he was an amazing father. He’d do anything for Liam. You missed him, missed being in his arms.

“I drew a picture today.” Liam said as Tom put him down and he made his way to his nursery bag, presumably fishing out the picture he’d drawn.

“Hi.” Tom said awkwardly and you smiled as he furrowed his brows, eyes trailing to your split lip. “You’ve been biting your lip.” He pointed out and you shrugged as he sighed. “Baby-“

“Daddy look.” Liam shouted, interrupting him, you made your way into the kitchen, Tom’s gaze following you, if you’d have turned around you’d have seen the longing look he was directing your way. He missed you, more than he could bare.

Tom looked at the picture his son had drawn, the whole family together and smiling. Tom longed for that, he wished you would see yourself the way he did, love yourself the way he did. Liam’s picture showed a happy family, everyone smiling and Tom found himself wishing it was a true reflection of what was happening between him and his wife at the moment but it wasn’t.

“I have a contract I’m finishing up, that’s why I was late.” Tom said as you boiled the kettle, making your bedtime tea, Liam had gone to bed a short while ago.

“Okay.” You answered and he huffed.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” He said and you turned to look at him. “I hate whatever this is that’s going on between us, I’m so sorry.” He said and you nodded as you sighed.

“I’m sorry too, my insecurities are getting the better of me and my emotions feel out of control at the minute.” You said and he nodded, standing, and making his way over to you.

“It’s okay. I miss you.” He said and you felt tears brim your eyes, you missed him too. “How about I look after Liam tomorrow night and you go and have some fun?” He said, he knew you’d not seen your friends in a while but this made you cry more.

“Thank you but I don’t think they’d want to.” You said and he furrowed his brows as he took you into his arms, you’d missed his scent.

“What do you mean?” He mumbled into your hair as he hugged you closer and tears slowly made their way down your face.

“Ever since Liam they’ve slowly drifted off, they don’t think I’m having the fun I should as a 25 year old.” You said and it was true, over the years more and more of your friends have lost contact with you due to the fact that you couldn’t go out with them like you used to.

“I’m sorry, how about I ask my mum and see if she’ll have him and I’ll take you out?” Tom was always conscious that you got days or evenings to yourself so you could have fun. You smiled slightly as you nodded. “I think we both need it darling.” He said and you knew he meant the two of you needed to spend some time together, especially after this last month.

“That sounds like a really good idea.” You said into his chest as he shot his mum a text. “I love you.” You said as you slightly wiped your tears on his shirt, he ran a hand through your hair and it comforted you, it always had done, he rested his chin on your head.

“I love you too. I need to go into the office tomorrow to finish up this contract, you can meet me there?” He asked as he got his reply from his mum, glad to accept the offer of having her grandson for the night.

You’d spent the entirety of the next day getting excited, it’d been a while since you’d been out and you looked at the clock as you got Liam’s things ready for the night.

“Now what do you do at grandmas?” You said as you helped Liam put his coat on.

“I do as I’m told even if she has different rules to mummy and daddy.” He said confidently. You and Tom had tried to instil the importance of respecting other people and their homes and items from a young age.

“That’s right.” You said and Liam smiled proudly at remembering the mantra you and Tom had set.

“Mummy, will I get to see daddy today?” He asked and you frowned slightly as you ran a hand through his curls, trying to tame them.

“No darling, daddy’s had to work and then we’re going out but you’ll see him tomorrow.” You said and he pouted.

“Can we go and see him before I go?” He asked and he had those same puppy dog eyes his father had managed to master. You laughed as you nodded, sending Nikki a text to explain you’d be a little later than planned.

Once you pulled up to Tom’s office building you heard Liam gasp, he always did when he saw the large building his dad worked in. You laughed again as you got him out of the car, saying hi to one of the security guards who let you straight in.

“Remember you have to behave here my love, this is daddy’s work.” You said as you watched Liam get more and more excited in the lift, you knew it was falling on deaf ears. He always got excited when he came to Tom’s office, he loved the chair Tom had because he could spin around in it. The lift doors opened and Liam almost bolted out of the lift and straight into the arms of Linda.

Linda was an elderly receptionist that had worked for the company for years, she was lovely and she absolutely adored Liam.

“Linda!” Liam giggled as she bent down to hug him, you smiled at the interaction.

“Hello Liam.” She said as she looked at you with a comforting smile. “Hello Y/N. Feels like a lifetime since I’ve seen you here.” She smiled, it had been a while, probably six months. “You look beautiful.” She said and you blushed slightly.

You were wearing sweats and one of Tom’s old t shirts, no makeup and your hair had been messily shoved up. You doubted you looked your best.

“Where’s daddy?” Liam asked as he looked around the room for his dad.

“He’s in his office my love.” Linda said and you both watched as Liam bolted towards the closed door, laughing as he did.

“Excuse me, you can’t go in there.” You heard a harsh voice as you followed Liam further into the office space, Linda huffed lightly at the voice. “Where’s your parents.” You heard again and you made your way towards the interaction. As soon as you saw her you heart dropped and you suddenly became more aware of how you looked.

A beautiful woman was sat at the secretaries desk, hair done perfectly, slim figure and beautifully done makeup. Tom hadn’t mentioned he’d hired someone new, you suddenly felt more insecure than you had in a while.

“I’m sorry, he’s mine.” You said as Liam gripped your leg, hugging you tightly, he thought he was in trouble. The woman scoffed.

“Did you have some sort of appointment, Mr Holland is extremely busy.” She almost snapped.

“Well no but Liam wanted to see him. I’m his wife.” You said and she looked you up and down, you felt insecure under her stare.

“Mr Holland is busy as I’ve said.” She snapped again and before you could open your mouth Linda spoke up.

“Gina, he won’t mind, he never does. Let them in.” She said and you felt grateful for her.

“I’ll call him and make sure it’s okay.” She said and she continued to eye you as she picked the phone up. “Mr Holland, there’s a woman here with a young boy, claiming to be your wife.” She said and your eyebrows shot up at her rudeness. Before you could say anything his office door opened.

“Hello darling.” He said as he picked Liam up. “Little man.” He said as Liam laughed loudly, you watched as Gina stared at your husband, clearly infatuated with him, then again who wouldn’t be? Liam wriggled to get out of his embrace, disappearing into his office and you knew you’d find him in Tom’s office chair if you followed.

Tom pulled you into him as he kissed you and smiled into it. You swear you almost heard Gina scoff but shook it off, he was your husband. “Not that I mind but what are you doing here?” He asked quietly.

“Liam wanted to see you, although now I’m not so sure if it’s just the chair he wanted.” You laughed and Tom playfully rolled his eyes.

“You look beautiful my love.” He said and you blushed again as you bit your lip. “Stop doing that.” He laughed as he tugged your lip from your teeth for what felt like the millionth time in your relationship.

“Hardly.” You scoffed and Tom shook his head.

“I love this chilled out mum look you have going on.” He said and he meant it, he thought you were beautiful regardless, but this had to be his favourite look.

“You look better than I did when I had kids.” Linda joined in as you turned to look at her, Tom’s arms instantly wrapping around your waist from behind as his head rested on your shoulder. You watched as Gina rolled her eyes at the interaction, attention back on the screen in front of her, she made you feel self-conscious, she was gorgeous.

“I’m sure that’s not true.” You laughed shyly and she smiled.

“You do my love. Tom is a very lucky man to have a woman like you.” Linda teased and Tom laughed.

“You’re not wrong there.” He said as he kissed your cheek before disappearing off to find Liam in his office.

“I need to go and get a coffee, do you want one?” Linda asked and you politely declined, you wanted to beg her to stay, not wanting to be left alone with Gina for too long. But here you were, awkwardly stood as she pierced you with her gaze.

“So how long have you been married to Mr Holland?” She asked, hands placed under her chin, she looked unbothered by you.

“Almost four years, it’s our anniversary next month.” You answered.

“How old is he?” She asked referring to Liam.

“Three and a half.” You said and she almost scoffed.

“Ah, so he married you because you were pregnant?” She asked, judgement laced throughout her tone.

“No. He was going to ask anyway.” You said confidently.

“That what he told you?” She asked, placing an insecurity you’d not had before into your brain, it was going to be lodged there for a while.

“It’s true.” You said, almost weakly and she shrugged, eyes going back to the computer.

“I’m sure, I’m sure.” She said unbothered and it made your blood boil as you almost stormed into Tom’s office, heart melting at the sight in front of you. Tom was spinning Liam in his chair as Liam laughed and you smiled, all anger dissipating.

“Come on you, we need to get you to grandmas.” You said to Liam and he pouted slightly. “I’ve heard she’s making your favourite for dinner.” You said and Liam jumped off the chair, making his way over to you as you and Tom laughed.

“Love you buddy, see you tomorrow.” Tom said and Liam ran back to him for one final hug. “Be good for grandma okay?” He said and Liam nodded.

“I love you daddy, bye.” Liam shouted as he ran towards the lift.

“Good bye Mrs Holland.” Gina spoke almost mockingly and you wanted to cry as you mumbled a good bye, Tom pulling you in for a last kiss.

“I’ll see you in about an hour?” He said and you smiled weakly as you nodded. “You okay?” He asked as he ran a thumb over your cheek.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s nothing.” You reassured and Tom hesitantly nodded as you made your way towards the lift.

“I love you.” He called after you and you smiled as you said it back, Liam waving like a madman as the lift doors shut.

“Mummy?”

“Yes love?”

“I don’t like that lady, she was mean.” He said and you laughed at his childish words.

“Me neither baby.” You agreed.

The drive to Nikki and Dom’s was short as you thought over everything in your head, had Tom only actually asked you to marry him because you were pregnant? You couldn’t get the thought out of your head.

You arrived at their house, after pleasantries had been exchanged you found yourself having a brew with Nikki before you headed home to get changed.

“Nikki, can I ask you something? I want you to be honest.” You said and Nikki looked at you confused for a second before speaking.

“Of course you can my love.”

“Was Tom gonna propose before he found out I was pregnant?” You asked and Nikki’s hand shot towards yours as she ran a comforting thumb over it.

“Y/N, Tom had that ring for months. Ask your father, he asked permission months before you knew you were pregnant, he was going to propose as soon as the company became his. Love, I don’t know what’s going through your mind but my son loves you, every single part of you.” She said and you nodded as you felt your heart lift.

“I’ve never seen him so smitten. He loves you, he really does. He’d do anything for you and you know that. The day he told me you were pregnant, he cried because he didn’t think he could love you more than he already did and you proved him wrong. He loves the bones of you.” She continued and you smiled.

“I just get so insecure sometimes and I feel like I shut him out, it’s been worse recently.” You admitted and Nikki sighed.

“I did the same when I’d had Tom. I felt like everything changed. You need to let him in, he loves you, he’s not going anywhere.”

“But how do I do that when I haven’t for the last three and a half years?” You asked as a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Love.” She sighed. “You need to trust him when he tells you he loves you, you need to accept yourself for who you are and the changes you’ve been through, trust me, that boy is still as in love with you now as he was when he first brought you to meet me. The look of love and adoration on that boys face has never changed in the years you’ve been together. You’re lucky, you both are. You’ve created a beautiful human being out of the love you both share and he’s only fallen more in love with you watching you become the woman you are.” She explained and you nodded, taking in her words.

“There’s a woman at his office. She’s beautiful and I think she likes him.” You said and Nikki almost laughed.

“Sorry love. I don’t mean to laugh but my son is not interested at all. I don’t think the most aesthetically pleasing woman could turn his head, he adores you.”

You felt better after your conversation with Nikki as you headed back to Tom’s office after having gotten changed into something more outgoing. Gina had gone by the time you’d returned and Tom was just finishing up the contract before you found yourselves at one of your favourite restaurants.

“It’s good to finally be out.” Tom said and you nodded in agreement, it had been a while since your last date night. He grabbed your hand across the table and laced your fingers together, you felt yourself smile at the interaction, you really did love this man and Nikki was right, he never did anything that made you doubt his love for you.

“What can I get for you both?” The waiter interrupted and Tom gave him his order before the waiter looked at you.

“I think I’m going to go for the pesto pasta.” You said and Tom’s eyebrows shot up as the waiter nodded and disappeared.

“I didn’t think you liked pesto all that much.” He said and you shrugged.

“Fancied a change.” You answered and Tom nodded.

“Do you want to get a bottle of wine?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No I don’t really feel like drinking.” You said honestly. You hadn’t felt great for the past month or so, putting it down to the change in weather as autumn approached.

“Are you still ill?” He asked and you shrugged.

“Just a cold or something.” You said and his face looked concerned for you, he hated when you were ill.

“You sure? You’ve still been throwing up.” He pointed out, of course he’d heard your morning wake up calls, he was always up early for the gym.

“Yeah, it’s just a stomach bug I swear.” You said.

“It’s pretty persistent, maybe we should book you a doctors appointment?” He suggested and your heart felt full at his concern over you.

“I will, if it carries on I will.” You said and he smiled.

“Good.” He said as you sipped your water. “I’ve missed you.” He suddenly said, eyes full of longing.

“I’ve missed you too. I’m sorry, I’ve just felt really shitty lately.” You said and he nodded.

Your night went well, neither of you realised how tired you were until you ate and suddenly you both felt sleepy and as soon as you both got into bed you were asleep. You slept better in his embrace that night, missing his warmth and the safety you felt from having him back in bed.

You woke up as you usually did with the urge to vomit, unwrapping yourself from Tom’s arms as he groggily woke up, confusion lacing his features as he watched you bolt to the bathroom. He heard as you emptied the contents of your stomach into the bowl and sighed as he got up, feet padding into the bathroom. You were sat with your back against the wall, sweat covering your features, you looked tired. He sighed again as he sat next to you and brought your head into his chest, he felt your forehead and frowned.

“You’re quite warm baby.” He said and you nodded slightly.

“I’ll be okay.” You said and he huffed.

“You need to book a doctor’s appointment.” He said firmly and you knew there was no point in arguing. When it came to you and your health he took it very seriously.

“Okay.” You agreed as he kissed your head.

“Okay let’s get some sleep before we have to pick Liam up.” He said as he stood you both up, you quickly brushed your teeth as you made your way back into bed, you laid your head on his arm as he spooned you, arm draping around your waist as he lifted your (his) shirt to rub the skin of your stomach.

It suddenly made you feel insecure. What if he could feel your stretch marks? You tensed slightly in his embrace.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as you tried to move the shirt down so there would be a layer between his hand and your skin.

“I’ve got stretch marks.” You said quietly and he placed kisses all over your cheeks.

“Baby, I love you.” He said and you smiled. “You’re everything to me, you know that right? I want you to know that. I love you and I really wish you’d love yourself the way I do.” He said and you relaxed slightly in his embrace, Nikki’s words resonating through your mind.

You’d gotten a rare weekday off with Tom, he’d gotten up to take Liam to nursery and joined you back in bed. He’d carefully woken you up with gentle kisses to your face and neck. You woke up wet and horny, instantly pulling him into a kiss. It also seemed like a rare day you hadn’t woken up feeling ill.

“Morning baby.” He whispered against your lips as you smiled.

“Morning.” You mumbled as he pressed his lips against yours again. It was a very long time since you’d had morning sex. The opportunity didn’t present itself often but you weren’t going to let this one pass you by. Your hands slid into his hair and he groaned as you tugged lightly at the curls.

“I fucking love you.” He said as he disconnected your lips and trailed kisses down your neck. He reached for lamp that he’d flicked on earlier, intending to turn it off, you had extremely thick curtains so light wouldn’t wake you in the summer months, you were a light sleeper. You found an ounce of confidence in yourself that you’d not had for a while. You couldn’t carry on like this, you needed to start trusting him with your body, even if you only took small steps.

You reached for his hand and laced them together and he looked at you confused as you brought his knuckles to your lips.

“Leave it on.” You said and he smiled as he kissed your forehead.

“You sure?” He asked and you nodded as you bit your lip, he raised his brow at you and you instantly released as he smiled and kissed you again. His hand trailed down to your pyjama pants as he played with the hem and you almost moaned at the contact, it’d been a while since you’d felt this needy for him. He trailed kisses down your neck again as his hand found its way into your pants, you moaned as his finger trailed up your heat, feeling how wet you are.

“Fuck baby, you’re soaked.” He said and you moaned as his finger circled your clit lightly. “God you get so wet for me, so needy.” He said and you moaned again as he put more pressure on your clit. “Missed hearing those beautiful sounds.” He said as he bit your earlobe. It wasn’t often you could be loud in bed and you were seizing this opportunity to be.

“Tom, please.” You almost begged, he was putting pressure on your clit, but not enough. It had been a while since you’d been vocal in bed and he was almost shocked when he heard your voice but quickly recovered.

“Please what sweetheart?” He said and you lifted your hips to try and create more pressure.

“Tom, I want more, please.” This time you did beg.

“Whatever my wife wants, she gets.” He said as he put the amount of pressure on your clit that he knew you needed.

You became a moaning mess as he fingered you, praising you and whispering all his dirty thoughts into your ear when his phone rang. He ignored it the first few times but it was becoming a distraction for the both of you.

“Tom, will you please shut that off?” You said and he laughed as he kissed your cheek, reaching for his phone, brow furrowed as he studied the screen. “What?” You asked and he shook his head.

“Nothing just work. I’ll sort it later.” He said as he went to shut off his phone but you stopped him.

“You should probably see what it is.” You said and he shook his head.

“Not today baby.” He said and you sighed, his staff knew not to bother him on his days off unless it was important. “I’ll sort it later.” He said as his phone rang again in his hand.

“Answer it.” You encouraged and he cursed before apologising putting the phone to his ear.

“What?” He answered in an almost snappy tone that made you hold in a laugh. Your stomach dropped when you heard the familiar voice at the other end, jealousy rising in your stomach.

“Mr Holland. I’m really sorry to bother you, I hope you weren’t doing anything important.” You heard Gina’s voice.

“What’s wrong? It’s my day off.” He asked as he sighed. You sat up and crossed your arms over your chest the feeling of jealousy settling in your chest. He furrowed his brows as he watched you, taking your hand in his.

“Mr Reed has been calling all morning, he wants a meeting at twelve to go over a couple of things in the contract, he says it will only be an hour.” She said and Tom squeezed your hand as he looked at you apologetically.

“One minute.” He said as he covered the speaker with his hand that was holding yours. “Baby I’m sorry but I need to go into the office for a short while, I promise I’ll only be an hour and a half.” He said apologetically and you put on a fake smile as you nodded. He removed his hand and spoke through the phone again. “Tell him I’ll be there.” He said.

“Brilliant.” You heard her say almost excitedly. “I look forward to seeing you Mr Holland.” It almost sounded like she purred down the phone and your blood boiled as your nostrils flared.

“Bye.” Tom said in response. He took in your angry features as he put the phone down. “You okay?” He asked and you huffed.

“I don’t like her.” You said and he furrowed his brows.

“Who?”

“That secretary of yours.” You almost snapped.

“Gina? Why?” He asked.

“She likes you.” You stated and he sighed.

“Baby, I don’t think she does. Anyway it wouldn’t matter, I love you.” He reassured as he kissed your forehead. You nodded slightly in response trying to push the jealousy you felt back into your mind. “Baby?” He said when you didn’t respond for a minute. “Baby? I’ll be back soon okay, I love you.” He said and he sighed when you didn’t respond getting off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom to shower.

Your emotions suddenly got the best of you, you were angry. You felt like you’d tried to make a step and now he was ditching you to go to work. The rational part of your brain knew it was poor timing and that he couldn’t help it, he had to go into work to sort this contract, it was a huge one for his company and the man he was liaising with was very demanding.

“I love you.” He said as he buttoned his shirt up.

“I love you too.” You said from your spot on the bed.

“How about you meet me at the office? We can go for lunch?” He suggested and you nodded. “I’ll seen you soon princess.” He said as he kissed your forehead and made his way out of the door, you heard as he shut the front door and you picked up a pillow as you screamed in frustration into it. You felt like you had no control over the jealousy and anger coursing through you. You hoped your doctors appointment tomorrow would answer a few questions for you.

Tom was getting worried about you, you’d been quieter recently, you’d told him that Gina made you feel insecure and it didn’t matter what he said you didn’t seem to listen. Your emotions seemed to be out of control and you were yet to tell him what happened at your doctor’s appointment that was almost a month ago. He’d tried bringing it up but you just shut the conversation down and to say it added to his worry for you was an understatement.

You’d had insecurities for years and Tom was aware of them, he tried to help but he was running out of ways to help you, you barely had sex at the moment, although when you did, you allowed the lamp to be left on so long as the duvet was involved to cover you both. He loves you, he really does and he sighed as he played with his wedding ring thinking about the argument you’d had last week.

“I don’t like her Tom. She flirts with you in front of me and it’s starting to piss me off.” You snapped at him and he ran a hand through his hair.

“Y/N, I don’t know what you want me to do.” He sighed.

“Get rid of her.” You stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world and he ran a hand down his face.

“I can’t do that. She’s good at her job, what would I fire her for? I have no evidence that she’s inappropriate towards me and she could sue for unfair dismissal.” He pointed out.

“Tom, she eye fucks you every time she looks at you.”

"I’m not interested. I don’t know how many times I have to say it.”

“I don’t trust her.”

“You should trust me.” He said and hurt laced his tone, your face instantly dropping.

“Tom, I’m sorry. I do trust you. She just makes me feel so insecure, she’s gorgeous.”

“I don’t think she is, Y/N, I love you. Why can’t you just accept that? Accept that I love you for you. I’m tired, I really am darling, I can’t keep going round in circles with you.” Tom sighed.

“What are you saying?” You asked sceptically and he sighed.

“I don’t know Y/N, I just know I’m tired of this cycle.” He said before making his way up to bed and leaving you on the couch to think everything through.

Things had been a little awkward since, you had been quieter around him, almost frightened to speak and he hated it. He didn’t wanna lose you but he felt like he was, your insecurities had seemingly gotten the better of you, he thought you’d been making progress and then a couple of months ago you became colder, snappier and he didn’t know what to do.

“Where’s your head at?” Harrison pulled him from his thoughts and Tom sighed.

“Y/N/N.” He said and Harrison’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What about her?”

“She’s so insecure and I don’t know what to do to help.” Tom sighed. “She has been since she had Liam but it’s gotten worse over the last two months.” He continued.

“How’d you mean?” Harrison asked.

“She won’t let me see her body, hasn’t since Liam really.”

“What? You’ve not seen her naked?” Harrison asked.

“No. Well yeah, but only on rare occasions.” Tom elaborated. “I don’t understand, she’s fucking gorgeous, I love her so much. Gina makes her feel insecure.” Tom said and Harrison raised his brows again.

“Tom, mate. Maybe you’ve both let this go on too long. It’s your anniversary today, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Tom smiled, you’d been married four years today and he felt ecstatic.

“You should go home and you should take control. Don’t let her shy away back into herself. Make her understand how you feel, don’t let her get too stuck inside her head. Maybe try counselling, loads of couples have it.” Harrison suggested and Tom sighed.

“Maybe you’re right, she’s been through so many changes at such a young age and I think I need to remind my girl what she means to me, that I’m not just with her because we have a child together or out of convenience or anything, thanks mate.” Tom smiled slightly and Harrison placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“You’ll be okay. You both will. You’re rock solid.”

Tom’s day was slow, the anticipation of seeing you tonight was kicking in as he watched the end of his shift roll onto the clock in front of him, just as he was packing up his things he heard a knock at his door.

“Come in.” He said and he watched as Gina made her way through the door. “What’s up?” He asked and she smiled at him, it seemed almost mischievous.

“Mr Holland, I was hoping to catch you.” She said as she walked towards him, hips swinging more than usual.

“What do you need? I’m in a bit of a hurry.” He said in the most polite way possible.

“What are your plans for the evening?” She asked as she leant on his desk. Cleavage showing as Tom looked away awkwardly.

“It’s my anniversary, need to get home to my wife.” He said and she laughed harshly.

“Come on Tom. She can’t seriously make you happy? I’ve seen how stressed you’ve been lately. Let me relieve some of it. She’s clearly not.”

“Gina, this is inappropriate.” Tom stated firmly and she smiled cockily at him.

“Oh come on Tom. You must want someone better.” She said as she walked around the desk and set on the edge of his desk in front of him, he instantly stood up and created a distance between them. She laughed again.

“I won’t tell if you won’t. I can offer you so much more, I’m put more effort into myself, I’d look good for you every day, not just on a rare date night. I work and from what I’ve heard she doesn’t. I don’t have the body of someone who’s had a kid, no stretch marks or extra weight.” She said and every word was making Tom angrier, how fucking dare she?

“Gina, I suggest you leave.” Tom said firmly.

“Fine. Go home to your boring house wife, try not to think about me while you’re having boring, mediocre sex with a boring, mediocre woman.” She said as she hopped off his desk and his anger boiled at her words. He needed her to leave. Just when he thought he’d get his wish she spun around to speak again. “I wouldn’t keep you chained at home because of some kid.” She said and Tom’s anger boiled over.

“I expect your two weeks’ notice on Monday.” He stated firmly and her jaw dropped. “Or I am letting you go for inappropriate behaviour. You know nothing about my wife and our relationship, she is more of a woman than you will ever hope to be. She’s beautiful without having to try, she’s kind and she’s given me a son I love more than anything. You do not belong in my company and I will quickly be finding your replacement. That will be easy. You were stupid however, to believe you could replace my wife, she is one woman who is irreplaceable in my life."

“As for the remarks about her body, she has given me the greatest and most treasured gift I’ve ever received and that is the pleasure of being a dad, my son means the more than anything to me and if it wasn’t for my wife he wouldn’t be here, so I would appreciate it if you kept your comments to yourself and shut your mouth.”

He finished his rant and watched her angrily storm out of his office as he slumped back into his chair, running his hands over his face, you were right, she couldn’t be trusted. Tom sat there and thought about you for a solid fifteen minutes, alone in his office.

He loves you and he’s going to prove it, Harrison was right, he needed to take control of the situation, not let you shy away from him. Maybe some counselling would be of benefit but he didn’t care, it was nothing to be ashamed of. If it’s what you needed then he’d do it for you, he’d do anything for you. He had let this go on for too long, he realised as he sat there that you’d both fallen into a routine and not spoken as much as you should when these insecurities first made an appearance.

It wasn’t as if you’re marriage was unhappy, it was incredibly happy but the last couple of months had been hard on you both. He sighed as he made his way to his car, you were his everything, you were the person he wanted to grow old with, he didn’t want anyone else. He was itching to get home to you now, wishing the journey would be faster despite the short amount of time it took him to get home. He was glad it would just be you in when he got home, Liam was staying at your mum’s for the night.

As he approached the front door and unlocked it he was quick to throw his things to the side and hang his jacket up. His feet padded around the house until he found you in the library reading, it was always your escape, something you found comfort in and he loved catching you when you had your head stuck in a book. He found it so domestic and it filled his heart with a warmth only you could. He still loved you as much now as he did when he fell for you all those years ago.

“Hi princess.” He said and he laughed lightly as you jumped, you’d been so stuck into your book you’d not heard him.

“Tom! I didn’t hear you come in.” You said and he laughed.

“Clearly.” He snorted and watched as you smiled at him, god it was a beautiful smile, Liam had the same one. “Happy anniversary.” He said and your smile widened.

“Happy anniversary.” You said as you put your book down and he approached you, extending his hand, you took it, furrowed brows.

“We’ve got an hour before we need to start getting ready to go out.” He said and you smiled again. “Come with me.” He said as he led you out of the library and into the bedroom. “Stand.” He said as he motioned in front of him. You looked confused but did anyway. “Turn around.” You did and you were met with the mirror that was on your wardrobe.

“Tom-“ You started but he cut you off.

“Baby, I love you.” He said and he kissed your temple, eyes connected with yours through the glass of the mirror. “Every inch of you is perfect.” He said and you blushed, almost on instinct his thumb came to your bottom lip before you could bite it.

“What are you doing?” You asked and he smiled at you as he kissed your neck.

“I want you to see what I do. Love yourself like I do.” He said and his tone was so gentle that you could have cried with how full your heart felt. “You have such a beautiful face.” He said as he kissed your cheek. He lifted your top and took it off, your head instantly turning so you weren’t looked into the mirror. “Princess, look.” He said and you blushed, his hand coming round to grasp your chin, pulling your face back to the mirror.

You watched as he peppered kisses along your shoulder. “You are perfection to me.” He said as he slowly unclipped your bra, letting it fall to the floor. He continued to place kisses to your shoulder and you reached up to run a hand through his hair, you found it comforting. You swallowed your nerves at him seeing your body, he loved you, he still thought you were beautiful.

You started to say it over and over again in your mind as your nerves settled, he continued to whisper all the things he loved about you into your ear as your head rested back onto his shoulder. He slowly took your leggings and underwear off before standing back up and wrapping his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder.

“Baby, you have nothing to be insecure about, I want you to look at yourself. You’re perfect, I don’t want anyone else, you’re it for me, you’re my everything. You’ve given me a beautiful son and you shouldn’t punish yourself for that, you might have had a few changes but I still love you the same, if not more. Princess, I need you to trust me when I say it.” He said as his eyes scanned your body, you really were beautiful, every stretch mark a reminder that you’d brought your beautiful child into the world and he couldn’t be more grateful to you.

He watched as the blush in your cheeks calmed the more he praised your body, your insecurities being fought back by his truths and he knew it was a step forward, you still had many more to take but it was a start, he loves you and he’s willing to do anything for you, wait as long as you want.

You felt your insecurities dissipate the more he spoke, you had to let him in, you had to let him heal you, see you. You’re married, you love each other. You turned your face as you pulled him closer to you, his head turning as you caught his lips in a kiss, it was sweet at first until it grew deeper, needier, and more desperate.

“Tom, I want you.” You said and he peppered kisses down your neck, he turned you around to face him, one hand in your hair and the other on your waist. He pulled you closer to him as you continued to kiss, tongues finding each other’s as they fought for dominance that Tom won. He walked you back until you were on the bed, back hitting the mattress.

“Gonna make you feel good.” He said into the skin of your neck and you shivered in anticipation, growing more aroused by the second. He kissed down your body and you let out a shaky breath as his breath fanned your clit. He licked a stripe through your wet folds and almost moaned at the taste, he listened as you moaned out. “Sound so hot baby.” He spoke against you and the vibrations shot straight through your body.

He lapped at your clit as you moaned his name, occasionally sucking your clit before releasing it and gentle licking it again. You threw your head back at the sensations and Toms hand came up to lace with yours, you felt him leave your clit for a second and just as you were about to ask why he stopped he spoke.

“I want you to look at me princess. I want to watch your beautiful face as you come apart on my tongue.” He said and you almost moaned at his words when you felt his tongue on your clit again. You snapped your eyes to his and the look in them sent new waves of pleasure through your system. The intimacy making you more aroused, you could see the clear lust in his eyes but the look of love and adoration was there too.

He moved his free hand and circled a finger around your entrance as he continued to suck and lick at your clit and you moaned as he slid his finger in, never breaking eye contact and it was hot, your insecurities moving further into the back of your mind in this moment. You loved him so much and you knew he loved you. You moaned as you felt him add a second finger, curling them towards your g spot.

Every lick and stroke against your clit and g spot was bringing you closer to your edge as you looked into each other’s eyes as he brought you closer. Your orgasm was fast approaching and you squeezed his hand, using it as an anchor to keep your hips still. “I want you to come for me princess.” He said as he sucked your clit, a little harsher this time as his fingers stroked your g spot faster and more frequently.

You felt yourself barrel over the edge and into the waves beneath, getting lost in your orgasm as you threw your head back, eyes closed as you moaned his name and he fucked you through your high with his fingers. You came down from your high as he made his way back up your body, kissing every inch he could on the way. You reached down to unbuckle his belt and he stopped you.

“Not tonight my love, this is about you.” He said and your heart melted, you loved this man. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, your arousal grew again as you watched him. He reached into the bedside table and as he was about to pull out a condom you stopped him.

“Don’t need one tonight.” You said and he looked at you eyebrows raised.

“Darling, are you saying you want to try for another?” He asked and you shrugged as you grinned at him and he kissed your cheek multiple times. “I love you so much.” He spoke and you returned the words as he slipped into you, giving you a minute to adjust, you both moaned, not having the barrier of a condom made it feel so much better. He looked at you for approval before you nodded, giving him permission to move.

He rolled his hips slowly against your own as he laced both your hands together, bringing them both above your head as you both moaned. It was slow and passionate and everything you needed, you realised the light was still on but couldn’t bring yourself to care, he was showing you just how much he loved you through his actions. You moaned as he shifted his hips to angle perfectly to hit your g spot.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He moaned. “Always feel amazing.” He said and you moaned.

“I love you.” You moaned out as he continued his slow and passionate pace, this was about more than just getting off and you both knew it.

“I love you so much. So lucky to have you as my wife, wouldn’t ever want anyone else, you’re my everything.” He reminded you of the words he’d said ever since you first told each other you loved each other. His thrusts grew sloppier as you both chased your highs, moaning together as his pubic bone rubbed against your clit. He pulled back slightly to look into your eyes and that was enough to send you over the edge again, moaning as you felt him finish inside you. He fucked you both through your highs as you came down together.

He collapsed on top of you and you ran your fingers through his hair as he ran his hands up and down your sides, placing kisses to your chest every now and again. It was quiet for a while as you both caught your breaths. He was still lodged inside you.

“I mean it you know. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You said as you kissed his hair and continued to run your hands through it. He kissed your shoulder as he took in a breath and pulled out of you before getting off the bed and picking you up bridal style. He carried you into the bathroom as you cleaned yourselves up and he set the bath going as you went to the toilet.

He came back into the room with towels and bubble bath, adding the liquid to the water and you smiled at the gesture, he was never really one for bubble bath but you loved it. Five minutes later and you found yourself with your back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and you ran a hand up and down his fore arm. The excitement of the news you had getting the better of you as you spoke.

“I’m pregnant.” You said and you felt his head lift from your shoulder.

“You’re what?” He asked in shock and you laughed.

“I can’t believe we both missed it.” You said through giggles and he joined.

“Yeah makes perfect sense. I knew you weren’t a big fan of pesto.” He teased and you laughed. “Seriously though? You’re pregnant?” He asked again and you nodded furiously.

“Nine weeks. We weren’t overly careful after one of our date nights” You confirmed and he peppered your cheek with kisses.

“Oh baby, I’m so excited. I love you so much. Liam’s gonna be a big brother.” He said excitedly as you kissed his bicep. “I’m gonna be a father of two.” He said.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I wanted to wait until today.” You said and he kissed your shoulder.

“It’s fine princess. I’m so happy.” He said and you felt a tear run down your shoulder and you spun around to look at him, happy tears in his eyes.

“Tom.” You said as you wiped at his tears.

“I’m just so happy.” He said and you smiled. “Sorry, I cried over Liam too, just once the shock of it had sunk in. I think I had my suspicions this time around. God, I’m lost for words.” He said and you kissed him. “You are perfect my love, two more and we’ll have that big family we wanted.” He said and you laughed.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, childbirth is no easy task.” You teased and he kissed you, smiling into it before he brought your left hand up to his face and kissed your wedding ring.

“I couldn’t have found a more perfect partner.” He said as he placed his forehead against yours, your heart filling with so much love for him, it was almost overwhelming. He was going to tell you about Gina but he would wait for a better day, nothing was going to ruin this moment for the two of you.

You made love so many times that night you lost count. Reminding each other how much you loved each other, he didn’t leave an inch of your body untouched by the love he has for you and although you had a long way to go, you were making progress and he knew you’d get through it together as you would anything because you loved each other and neither of you could imagine a future without the other.

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Man, 55, reveals horrific injuries at the hands of his 'controlling' ex, 52, who was spared jail despite slashing him across the face and battering him with a burning frying pan..

VERY GRAPHIC CONTENT!!

Matt Kite, 55, left needing hospital treatment after being attacked by his partner

Helen Fraser, 52, was given a 20-month suspended prison sentence for assault

Couple shared flat where Fraser attacked Matt with a knife and a hot frying pan

Matt suffered cuts to his face as well as burns to his back and woke up in hospital

Now he is speaking out to raise awareness about issue of male domestic violence

A man has revealed how his controlling ex-partner launched a ferocious attack on him, slashing him across the face and battering him with a red-hot frying pan.

Domestic abuse survivor, Matt Kite, 55, was victim to Helen Fraser's violent temper which left him scarred for life.

One of the stab wounds on his face just missed severing a main artery.

In April, Fraser, 52, was handed a 20-month suspended sentence after admitting wounding with intent at Lewes Crown Court in April.

Now Matt, from Hailsham, East Sussex, is speaking out to raise awareness of male domestic violence.

Matt says: 'For years, Helen made my life a living hell. Every morning, I didn't know what I'd wake up to.

'She had an awful temper and would make me feel worthless. Her sentence is appalling. I'm sure if a man would have inflicted the same violence on a woman, they'd see jail time.

'I just want other men to know they're not alone and not to be ashamed to speak out against their abusers.'

Matt first met Fraser when they were children. It wasn't until years later in 2012 that they reconnected over Facebook. In November 2015, the pair went on their first date and hit it off.

Matt says: 'At first, Helen was a ray of sunshine. I'd spend every weekend with her and we got on like a house on fire.'

But when Matt moved in with Fraser three years later, everything changed.

Matt says: 'Helen would yell at me if I hadn't done the washing up and nothing was ever good enough for her.'

Soon, Matt quit his job to be Fraser's full-time carer, as she had mobility issues.

During the day, he'd drive her around to run errands and at night he'd cook dinner.

Matt says: 'Over time, Helen made me feel worthless and would complain if I went out to see friends and family. She'd call me useless and wore me down. Eventually, I fell into depression.'

In the last year of their relationship, Fraser began drinking heavily - sometimes up to 15 cans of beer a day.

By this point the couple were sleeping in separate rooms.

Then, one day, in August 2019, Fraser complained about the mess in the house, so Matt went to bed.

He says: 'The next thing I remember was Helen on top of me, straddling me. Her weight crushed down on me. Then I saw a glimmer of silver. She was holding a six-inch knife. Terrified, I managed to wrestle it out of her hand.'

Moments later, Fraser stumbled off the bed and ran out of the room.

While she was gone, Matt hid the knife in a sock drawer, hoping that would be the end of it.

But soon after, Fraser returned clutching a serrated kitchen knife.

Matt says: 'Before I could act, she lunged at me, slicing at my face.

'As the blade tore through my skin, pain shot through me. I screamed at her and put my hands up to protect my face.'

Eventually Matt managed to fight Fraser off and she fled.

Bizarrely, Fraser returned a few minutes later and apologised, telling Matt she loved him.

In shock, Matt crawled into bed and passed out with horrific injuries.

The next morning, he woke up dazed.

He says: 'I was barely able to get out of bed, so spent the day dozing. Helen came into the room and offered to make me a fry -up. But something didn't feel right.'

Suddenly, Fraser appeared brandishing a red-hot frying pan.

Matt jumped out of bed and Fraser swung the pan at his face, knocking him to the floor. He says: 'I yelled out in pain as it hit my head. Then she smashed it across my bare back. I felt the hot metal scorch my skin. It was excruciating.'

Matt fell unconscious and woke to a police officer at his side in Worthing Hospital.

He informed Matt that after her attack, Fraser had called 999 and was taken into custody.

Matt says: 'The police officer told me I was lucky to be alive as the knife wound on my forehead was just millimetres from a major artery. I couldn't believe she'd nearly killed me.'

After receiving stitches and dressings for his burns, Matt was discharged.

At first, he was hesitant to press charges as he wanted to forget about the incident. But the police told him they would prosecute anyway and he agreed to testify.

Matt says: 'I knew Helen needed to be punished for what she'd done. But when the police charged her, she denied attacking me. I was disgusted.'

In April this year, Helen Fraser, 52, admitted to wounding with intent and was handed a 20-month suspended sentence at Lewes Crown Court.

Matthew says: 'Her sentence was a joke. She could have killed me. NO ABUSER , NO MATTTER THEIR SEX , SHOULD GET AWAY WITH VIOLENCE. Helen was such a toxic person I'm glad she's out of my life.

'Now I'm in a healthy relationship with a kind, caring woman who treats me as an equal. I hope I never see Helen's face again.'

She attacked Matt with a knife and a hot frying pan. Matt suffered cuts to his face as well as burns to his back and woke up in hospital.

A WOMAN GOT A 20-MONTH SUSPENDED PRISON SENTENCE FOR DOING THIS THIT \/.

HOW DOSE A WOMAN GOT A ONLY A 20-MONTH SUSPENDED PRISON SENTENCE FOR DOING THIS THIT?

A man would have been lynched for less then this.

#trigger warning #graphic imagery #graphic violence #graphic content #domestic violence #intimate partner violence

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 3 years

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The 100-Year Old Virgin

Pairing: Virgin!Steve Rogers / Fem!Reader

Words: 2000+

Summary: Reader has a crush on Steve but he is already seeing someone.

Warnings: explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (M and F receiving), squirting), friends to lovers, lost of virginity, SMUT!!!!! NO MINORS!!! 18+!!!!

A/N: This was my first time writing a Steve Smut fic (Only because I have only written Supernatural smut) and I am very proud of this fic. I like to write in 3rd person, just because it makes it easier on myself. There is some fluff at the end but for the most part it’s smut. Also I posted this on my Ao3 account and people seemed to really like it and I want to see if it happens with all platforms. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did while writing it.

Y/n sat on the couch of the Avengers compound. She was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and one of the t-shirts, she stole from Steve, her best friend. She has her Y/h/c hair up in a top knot and black fuzzy socks on her feet. She was watching The Big Bang Theory on the giant tv in the lounge.

She was relaxing, when a tuxedo clad Steve Rogers came rushing out of the lift. She looked up as he rushed past her with a pair of black dress shoes in his hands.

Y/n whisted, “Why do you look like a blonde double o’ seven?” She questioned, pausing her show and standing up. Steve tries to put on his shoes but ends up falling flat on his face, he rolls onto his back and looks up at her. “Steve, why’re you in such a hurry?” She asked, helping him back onto his feet.

“You know Destiny?” He questioned, oh Y/n knows Destiny. She hates her, because the day Y/n had the courage to tell Steve how she felt about him, was the same day Steve introduced Destiny, his girlfriend, to the team.

“Yeah I know her.” She nodded, and then clenched her jaw shut, so she didn’t say anything she’ll regret.

“Well tonight I have a date and I think tonight… might be the night.” Steve shrugged, and a blush dusted his cheeks.

“Tonight might be the night for wha-” She started to ask, but it clicked with her and her eyes widened. “Steve are you a virgin?” She asked.

“What?! No, no…” He trailed off, and Y/n suppressed her smirk and took his shoes from him. She helped him with his shoes and then stood back up. He looked at her faded dark blue t-shirt. “Is that my shirt?”

“You should know by now that I steal your clothes all the time, Steven.” She shrugged, and patted him on the shoulder and walked to the couch and leaned on the back. She crossed her arms and looked up at him. The look on his face was nervous and he was playing with his fingers. “Tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged, and nervously chuckled.

“Really? ‘Cause it looks like you’re about to sweat through your suit.” She said, and he sighed and dropped his defensive facade.

“Fine! I’m nervous that I’m not ready to cross that line.” He explained, and Y/n cocked her head to the side.

“If you’re not ready. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“But I feel like it is and I don’t know how she is going to react if I’m not ready.” Steve rambled, and she placed her hands on his arms, and he looked at her in the eyes.

“Steve, if she really loves you then that shouldn’t matter.” She said, and he let out a breath of relief.

“I wish that all women were like you.” He sighed, and she chuckled.

“Well they aren’t, unfortunately. But you’re going to be late.” She said, and he quickly placed a kiss on her cheek and grabbed his keys and wallet. “Bye!” She yelled, and Steve waved before slipping out the door. Y/n sighed and plopped back onto the couch with her blankets and pillows. “Good job, Y/n. You love him and yet you let him go.” She sighed, and buried her face in a pillow and screamed before taking a breath, then unpaused her show.

After a while she fell asleep in the sea of blankets and pillows. She woke up to the sound of the door open and shut. She jolted awake and looked at the mystery man in the kitchen, but she could see it was Steve. He saw that she was awake and paused in his tracks.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” He questioned, as Y/n got up and walked into the kitchen behind the lounge. She grabbed a bottle of beer and popped the cap off.

“Yeah. But I needed to get up anyway.” She shrugged, then took a long sip of beer and then looked Steve up and down. “Your tie is still around your neck. So I’m guessing it didn’t happen.”

“No. I wasn’t ready, but she was and then when I told her I wasn’t… she broke up with me.”

“I’m sorry, Stevie.” She said sympathetically. “Wanna stay up late watching crappy tv?” She offered, walking back over to the couch.

“Sure.” He shrugged, and plopped down next to her. She leaned over and grabbed the remote, and her shirt rode up and Steve saw the back of her Y/f/c lace bralette, he blushed and quickly looked away. She leaned back and sank into the pillows.

“Alright what’d you wanna watch? Big Bang Theory? Game of Thrones? Supernatural?” She questioned, and Steve looked over the tv screen.

“What about Friends?” He shrugged, and she nodded.

“Sounds good.” She said, and played it and leaned back against the couch. After it started, Y/n realised that it was the episode, where Ross came back from China with Julie and Rachel was jealous, and Y/n can’t help but feel like she was in the same thing. The episode ended and Y/n was quick to pause the tv before another one could come on. Steve looked at her confused.

“Why’d you pause the show?” He questioned, and she turned to look at him.

“Why didn’t you go through with Destiny?” She asked, and he looked a little taken back by her question.

“Why do you ask?”

“I mean you can get any woman you want by just stepping outside. Most women are practically in love with you. I mean I’m in love with you-” She stopped her sentence, in realization of what she just confessed.

“Y-you love me?” He questioned, but Y/n didn’t answer, she just dashed down the hall to the stair and took them two at a time. She got to her floor and ran into her room.

She paced the room waiting for Steve to come knocking. “God damnit, Y/n! You take one look at that man and practically fall apart! Now you just confessed your love to him, right after a break up! Stupid, stupid, stupid!” She exclaimed, and then someone cleared their throat from behind her. She froze not exactly knowing what to do.

“I don’t think it’s that stupid.” Steve said, from where he stood at her doorway. Tears filled her eyes as she slowly turned around. She laughed a watery laugh and sat at the edge of her bed.

“Yeah, well I think it’s stupid that a man like you would ever look at me the way you looked at Destiny.” She explained, and he sat next to her.

“Why would you say that?” He asked her sympathetically, and looked at her with big puppy dog eyes.

“Because, I’m not pretty enough, skinny enough, good enough for a man like you.” She whispered, and Steve looked at her with confusion and a little bit of pity. She looked at him and saw the pity so she jumped up and started pacing the room again. “No! Don’t look at me like that!”

“Look at you like what?”

“With pity! I don’t want to be pitied.” She sighed, and he stood up and took her hands in his, so she’d stop pacing.

“I don’t pity you. And as far as I’m concerned, you are the most beautiful dame I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Steve said, she looked up at him as tears fell down her face.

“Then why don’t show it?” Y/n questioned, as her voice cracked. He decided instead of words he would show her, so he placed his hands on her face and leaned down and kissed her. She froze for a moment not really knowing what to do, but then she came back to reality. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He pulled her up by the backs of her thighs. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He laid her down on the bed and hovered over her without removing his lips from hers. He then pulled back and looked down at her.

“I don’t show it, because I was too scared to.” Steve said, and she placed her hands on his face, so he would look at her.

“Well, don’t get scared now. Because I want you, and by the bulge in your pants I think you want the same.” Y/n whispered, and he leaned down and kissed her hard. She untied his tie, then pushed his suit jacket off. She took her hair down and it flowed around her face, like a halo. She reconnected their lips as she unbuttoned his dress shirt. “Too… many… clothes…” She said, through kisses. He quickly stood up and took off everything except his boxers. He stood back and watched. As she sat up and took off her shirt, then her socks, and finally her sweatpants, leaving her in matching lace panties and bralette.

“You’re so beautiful, doll.” Steve said, and climbed on top of her. He kissed and sucked down her jaw, to her neck, collarbone, then finally to her chest, leaving little red marks in his wake. Before Y/n knew it her bra was gone, and Steve had taken one of her breasts in his mouth.

“Ohh… Steve.” Y/n moaned, as he nipped and sucked on one breast before switching to the other. He kissed down her stomach to the hemline of her panties. “Are you sure about this?” She questioned, and he looked up at her.

“Of course. I love you and I want to show you.” He said, and she smiled and pulled him up for a heated kiss.

“I love you too, Steve.” She whispered, and he again kissed down her stomach to her panties. He hooked his fingers under the hemline then slowly pulled them down. The cool air hit her already soaked pussy, and she mewled out. He smirked and gently spread her legs. He groaned at the sight of her completely exposed to him. He used his fingers to spread her folds, before he dived in. He thrusted his tongue into her wet channel. She moaned and mewled out as he sucked on her clit. He plunged two thick fingers into her. He curled and thrusted them in and out of her pussy. “Ohh… Steve, how are you so good at this?!” She exclaimed, as he slammed three fingers into her.

“Tony sent me a lot of porn, when I first started dating Destiny.” Steve explained, and Y/n rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“That sounds like him.” Y/n said, then he curled his fingers and they hit her g-spot and she arched her back. She cried out as her orgasm took her over. He continued to suck her clit and thrust his fingers, until she came down from her high. He took his fingers out and she took them and sucked them clean. He smirked and climbed over her and connected their lips. She rolled him over onto his back. She straddled his thighs, then pulled his boxers off. His hard member slapped his taut stomach. Y/n took in the size of his and practically drooled at the sight of him. She took Steve in hand and gave a few pumps, before taking the head of his cock in her mouth. She licked the slit, tasting the pre-cum already dripping down his shaft. She slid her mouth down his shaft, until he hit the back of her throat.

“Ohh… Y/n!” Steve groaned out, as she swallowed around him. She hollowed out her cheeks and gently sucked. He moaned and thrusted his hips up, so that his cock moved farther down her throat. Steve pulled her up, then rolled them over, so he was on top. He kissed her fiercely, as he lined up and started to push into her. She had to break away from the kiss, so she could cry out, as he bottomed out. “Oh. You’re so tight, doll.”

“Move. Please, Stevie.” Y/n whined, and he started thrusting in and out of her slowly trying not to hurt her, but she wanted more. “I’m not going to break. Please fuck me. Hard!”

“Whatever you want, babydoll.” He whispered into her ear, then started thrusting hard and fast into her. She cried out and arched her back, he used this new position and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked and nipped on her breasts, leaving hickeys and red marks all over her chest. He kept thrusting hard and fast into her wanting pussy.

“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Y/n yelled, and he brought a hand down and started rubbing tight circles on her clit. His cock hit her g-spot over and over again, and that set her off. Her thighs shook as she started squirting all over his cock and chest. Steve groaned at the sight of her squirting all over him. He pulled out quickly and came in spurts of hot, white cum. The cum covered her stomach, pussy, and breasts. He slumped over her without crushing her. After a few minutes of resting, Steve got up and walked to her bathroom, and grabbed a washcloth. He soaked it with some water, then came back in to see Y/n tangled in her white sheets, his cum covering her body, her hair a mess around her head, her eyes closed in peer bliss, and a lovestruck smile across her face. If Steve could take a photo of this he would, she was just so beautiful in his eyes. He walked over to the bed and gently cleaned the cum off of her body, then threw the washcloth in the laundry hamper. He climbed into bed with her, and she immediately cuddled up to his chest.

“I love you, Y/n.” Steve whispered to her, thinking that she was asleep until he heard her voice.

“I love you too, Steve.” Y/n whispered back, then closed her eyes and cuddled closer into his chest. He wrapped both arms around her, and hugged her closely to himself, silently promising never to let her go.

#steve rogers #steve rogers smut #steve roger x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #marvel fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfiction #bellas600smutchallenge

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britishboystm · 3 years

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The Reunion | The Day We Met: A Fred Weasley Mini Series

Inspired by:

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ (minor dni!) oral f & m receiving, handjob, fingering, unprotected vaginal penetration (please be safe please, for the love of god!) swearing, fighting, arguments, angst, fluff, mentions of possible depression

WC: 7k+

Chapter Summary: A year after that infamous night, will flames be rekindled?

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As promised, George and Y/N wrote to one another.

Fred had excluded himself from the letter exchanges as he felt that it would be too painful to put words to paper. He was also worried that the process would bring up deep unsurfaced feelings of regret and remorse.

George would often ask Fred if there was anything he would want him to add to his letters to Y/N. Fred would always say to write; Fred misses you a lot. But that was it.

It had now been a bit over a year since Y/N last saw the boys fly away into the dark sky that cold April night. Keeping her promise, Y/N continued her studies at Hogwarts and immediately began training to become a healer once she graduated. She was lucky enough to be granted a mentorship with the ever so helpful Madam Pomfrey during her last couple months of classes.

Now, on one hot May afternoon, Y/N found herself with Alicia, Katie and Angelina, walking aimlessly around Diagon Alley. All four girls had been so wrapped up in studies and work that it had been months since they last saw one another.

It was nice to finally catch up with her old schoolmates but Y/N did have an ulterior motive to her visit however. As they strides the cobblestone walkways, sitting at the bottom of Y/N’s tote bag was George’s last letter.

And in that letter, contained what seemed to be a plea for help.

Dear Y/N,

I hope training is going well and you are putting everyone in their place like always. We are so proud of everything you’ve accomplished in such a short amount of time. I’ve got to admit though, things aren’t going that well over here. The store is doing fine, brilliant actually! That isn’t the problem. It’s Fred. He hasn’t been getting any better. I know in our past letters you have said that it would take time for him to adjust and get over everything, but I’m not so sure now. It’s been over a year and nothing has really changed. He smiles and jokes around the shop like he always does and I know he loves what he is doing but it’s the nights that are the worst. He turns into a completely different person. I think it's the quietness. He doesn’t like his brain being the only thing he can hear. In the shop everything is so loud and energetic that he can distract him from his thoughts. But once that closed sign is put up and we head up to our flat for the evening he shuts down, almost like all of that energy has been drained out of him. He doesn’t even come out for dinner anymore. I usually just leave things on the table for him and he hobbles out to grab it when he feels like it, only to go back to his bedroom right away. I haven’t been in his room for months by the way and quite honestly, I’m scared to even try. Who knows what type of monster has formed in there. I’m also finding it hard to sleep. The walls aren’t thin in this place so I can usually hear him cry at night. I’ve been constantly casting silencing spells to drown him out but nothing’s working. I guess what I’m trying to say is, could you come visit? Only for a bit, you have no obligation to stay long but I think he really needs it. He misses you and I know you miss him too. So for my sake and both of yours, could you please find the time to come down here? You won’t regret it. I’ll bribe you if I have to, just name it!

Consider it Y/N,

Love George

After reading that letter she couldn't sleep for an entire week. Tossing and turning, Y/N contemplated on whether it was a good idea to go see them... to go see him and what would happen if they reconnected and all of those old feelings resurfaced? It would just make it that much more painful when she would have to leave. There was no sense in showing up only to give him false hope... right?

Then came the call from Angelina asking if she wanted to join her and the girls for a day on the town in Diagon Alley that weekend. Y/N wanted to say no, but something inside her forced her to say yes.

She instantly regretted it, but didn’t have the heart to cancel. She thought that maybe this was her subconscious telling her to finally bite the bullet and walk through those shop doors.

So here she was, avoiding that part of Diagon Alley. The four girls walked around in the heat, stopping along the way to window shop for what felt like hours. They even took a nice long lunch break at the Leaky Cauldron which provided a nice cool down for awhile. Things had been going fairly smooth sailing up to that point. Then they left the Leaky Cauldron and began walking around again. Y/N’s worries of having to face Fred Weasley started to re-emerge. But even though her brain was setting off red alerts for her to stop and turn around, something kept her feet moving along the path to where she remembered George saying they were located.

“You alright Y/N?” Katie asked as she linked arms with her old roommate. Y/N nodded slightly and let out a shaky breath.

“Hey, we don’t have to go in there if you don’t want to.” Katie said with care as she gently grabbed Y/N’s arm to stop her in their tracks. All of her friends knew how Fred and her left things the year before and that it was a sensitive subject for her.

“I’m fine Katie, really. Thank you for checking though.” Katie gave her a sad smile in response. Y/N didn’t know if she was fine to be honest.

The group continued to walk a little longer before they came to a sudden stop. Looking up from her feet for what felt like the first time in a while, Y/N came face to face to one of the most ridiculous looking shops she had ever seen. The huge robotic head tipping it’s top hat that resembled the boys almost perfectly was the first thing that caught her eye. Then she noticed the etched golden letters that spelled out Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes just above the door. It would also be fair to say that the bright orange and purple paint coating made it the most colourful building in all of Diagon Alley.

Of course this was their shop.

“Fancy a visit with the boys?” Angelina asked cautiously. Y/N could feel all of the girl’s eyes on her, waiting to see if she would agree or not. It was now or never.

“Yeah, sure.” She said hesitantly. Katie gave her a reassuring rub on the back before they all walked up to the loud building, dodging hyperactive children rushing past them in both directions.

The second they stepped through the door, a gust of warmth and the smell of gunpowder hit Y/N in the face. The inside of the shop was even louder then the outside. Kids and parents ran around different displays and shelves of magical toys, trinkets and miscellaneous items.

It was incredible and Y/N couldn’t help but gasp at what the twins had created. Everything started to make a bit more sense as to why they were so adamant about leaving before graduation.

The girls began to walk further into the shop, clearly familiar with the space, unlike Y/N. They had formed themselves in a way that Katie and Y/N trailed behind, hidden from anyone’s view.

“Ladies, welcome!”

Y/N froze in place upon hearing that oh so familiar voice. He did sound a tad older though, almost as if his vocal chords had grown accustomed to constantly yelling over the many ecstatic customers they have gained in the past year.

But it was him.

Her Fred.

She began to turn around before Katie grabbed her, keeping her planted in place.

“Hey Freddie, George!” Angelina chirped before sauntering over and engulfing them into a hug.

From where Y/N was standing, Fred seemed nothing like how George mentioned in his letters. His face was bright and radiated a youthful energy.

She shouldn't be here, she thought. And yet something told her to stay. Something more than Katie’s tight grip on her shoulders.

“Guess who came to visit?” Angelina suddenly said with a cheeky grin. Fred frowned down at her, traces of a smile still evident his face.

“Who?” Once he asked, the girls all moved away from where they were standing, leaving Y/N completely exposed. There was no turning back. She had been spotted and struck. No escape in sight.

The second he laid eyes on her, his smile dropped. Everything was happening in slow motion.

Even though it had only been a year, she looked so different. She looked like a woman. Not that her face had aged at all but just from the way she held herself. Like an adult witch who was making her way in the world. She was no longer the young naive Hogwarts student that he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

That love never disappeared though. He could still feel it dancing within his chest and gut as she shifted awkwardly in place, clutching her canvas tote bag in an attempt to grounding herself.

Fred also looked older to Y/N. He had grown taller since the last time she saw him, if that were even possible. He looked more strongly built, most likely from lugging around all of those boxes of inventory day after day. His face had filled in a bit and the waistcoat he had on hugged his sides nicely underneath his colourful dress jacket. He looked great, amazing actually.

“Y/N.” He gasped out as he dropped the small box of fever fudge he was holding.

“Hi Freddie.” Her face was flushed and the pounding in her chest held a strong presence within her. She wasn’t given any more time to speak as he ran up to her and pulled her in for a bone crushing hug.

“I’ve missed you so much. What are you doing here?” He muffled into her hair. It smelled of the lavender and sage shampoo she used throughout their school days.

Such good memories.

“Girls day I guess.” She awkwardly giggled, pulling away from him and looking down at the floor.

He couldn't help but stare at her intently, happy she had finally decided to come see him.

It didn’t take long for Fred to take Y/N’s small hand in his. He gently tugged her away from the group and pulled her through the chaotic space, showing her everything that him and George had worked so hard to obtain. It was as if he had completely forgotten about the last year.

With every minute, Y/N became more and more relaxed. She watched him intently as he explained things with so much animation while his hands flailed around rapidly. It was really nice to see the childish excitement behind his eyes again, the childish excitement that made her fall in love with him in the first place.

Shit.

“You’re staying for dinner right?” He asked out of the blue while the other girls bid their adieu to the younger of the two twins.

“Freddie I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I have a lot of work to catch up on an-”

“Please.” His big brown puppy dog eyes were exactly why she shouldn’t have come in the first place, but it was too late. She had already been caught in his web.

“Alright. Only dinner though, and then I need to head home.” His face lit up and his eyes formed those same old endearing crinkles in the corners that she adored so much. Not thinking clearly he began to lean in for a kiss before he stopped himself, suddenly remembering where they were in their relationship.

“Sorry.” He whispered bashfully as Y/N shifted away from him, looking everywhere else but his baby browns. She had to set boundaries.

��You coming Y/N?” Alicia asked as the girls started to exit the shop.

“Umm,” Y/N looked between Fred and the girls, finding it difficult to decide on what she should do. Fred’s hand then found itself placed on her lower back, sending a nice tingle down her spine. Her final decision was finally made.

“You lot go ahead. I think I will stay back for a bit.” The girls nodded, grins sitting on all of their faces. This was clearly planned and Y/N had fallen for it.

“Thank you ladies for your help.” George muttered under his breath while he led them out and placed the closed sign on the door. Y/N thankfully didn’t hear him say a single word.

Once the shop had fully settled and filled with quiet, George began to subtly examine his brother's behaviour, already noticing a difference. His shoulders weren’t slumped over and his eyes weren’t hooded with pessimism and exhaustion.

“I’m really glad you came Y/N.” George explained as he finally walked over and went in for a welcoming hug. It had been sort of difficult to do so earlier, since Fred had kept her glued to his side the second she got there.

“Nice to see you to Georgie.” She replied with a small laugh. Once they finally detangled from one another, the twins led the third member of their long lost trio up the stairs and into their shared flat .

It was a good thing that she was there really. The twins couldn’t cook to save their lives, so the minute they began preparing dinner, Y/N shooed them out of the kitchen, only allowing them to approach if she needed help with something small or uncomplicated. It was like the good old days when their mum made meals for them. The scents of cumin and cooking oil as well as the sounds of long lost laughs wafted through the space. Things were going swimmingly, and if anything, solidified the fact that Y/N had missed Fred and George dearly.

“Godric, Y/N. It really is great to see you again.” George beamed as he sat back in his chair, easing into the fullness he was feeling from Y/N’s amazing grilled chicken dish.

“It took me a while but yeah, I’m glad too.” She stated, blushing slightly as she looked over to Fred. With the three of them together, everything was fine. It reminded her of when they would run and hide within the halls and walls of Hogwarts at the peak of their pranking careers.

Y/N being alone with Fred however, was a completely different story. Wounds had yet to be fully mended and deep scars still very much remained.

George took a moment to dart his eyes back and forth between Y/N and Fred as an obvious awkward aura danced around the cozy flat. George knew exactly what to do to remedy the tension.

“Well, I’m stuffed. Should probably be heading off to bed. I’m so glad you agreed to dinner Y/N. I hope we do this more often.” She abruptly looked up at the younger twin with a pleading look in her eyes that screamed; please don’t leave me with him!

He read it perfectly, but chose to simply give the begging girl a sly grin and an obnoxious “good night.” before patting his brother on the shoulder and retreating down the hall to his room.

Damn George Wealsey. Damn him to hell.

The awkward silence remained but it was now so much louder. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Fred shift around in his seat, trying to calm the uneasiness that they were both clearly experiencing,

Someone had to say something before one of them spontaneously combusted from all of these pent up emotions.

“I’m sorry.” They said collectively. There was a moment of shock that they had spoken the same words at the same time, then small smiles that led to shy blushes.

“I meant everything I said that night you know. About me waiting for you.” He said while staring down at the table, folding his napkins over and over again to busy himself and ease his anxiety.

“Fred I-“

“I’m serious.”

“Then why didn’t you write to me?” Her words were laced with hurt. It was quiet for a moment. He then bowed his head slightly in shame before bringing his hands up and through his red strands of hair, letting out a sigh.

“It would have hurt. Trying to keep something alive that you didn’t want anymore. But the minute I saw you walk through that door this afternoon, I felt like hope was restored.”

She relaxed slightly at his answer, but only slightly. She never wanted it to end, so for him to think she wanted to let go of what they had killed her. This conversation was happening though, and that was all that mattered

“It’s been a weird year. I found myself at times picking up the phone or running to grab parchment to tell you about crazy events that had happened. Then I would remember, remember that you weren’t there.” He frowned, being slightly offended by this.

“I never really left. If you wanted to, you could have. Called and written that is.”

“You’re one to talk.” She scoffed, folding her arms.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He retorted in a state of defensive confusion.

“It means you aren’t allowed to be mad at me when you didn’t contact me once all year!”

“You hurt me Y/N! I had everything planned out for us and you ruined it!” Voices were beginning to rise.

“I’m sorry?” She was this close at screaming at him. The first time they fought, she had been scared. This time was different. She was stronger, maturer and quite honestly, sick of his shit.

“Last time I checked, you were the one that left school to open a fucking joke shop! What? You just thought I would up and leave an actual future so I could be your little housewife? Fuck you Fred Weasley!” They were both standing at this point, moving in closer and closer to the point of them almost touching. He towered over her and she couldn’t help but notice that feeling.

“Oh get off it L/N.” He spat down at her. The image they took resembled a Chihuahua trying to gain dominance over a Great Dane.

“You, are a man child Fred Weasley. When the fuck are you going to grow up and face the real world?” She shoved a finger into his chest, which didn’t even him an inch.

“A man child?” He chortled mockingly with a raised eyebrow and obnoxious smirk.

“Yeah.” She retorted, grounding her feet to make herself feel bigger and stronger. Her Gryffindor was shining through like no tomorrow.

“Say it again.”

“What?” She asked confused.

“Say it, again.” His tone was low and direct. He exerted an intense sense of power and strength that she secretly loved.

“You are a man child Fred Weas-“ Before she could finish her sentence, he grabbed her cheeks into his palms and slammed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened in pure shock but she quickly closed them and grabbed his wrists in her hands, giving into the sensation. It was a sensation that she had been craving for so long. They moaned and groaned into each other’s mouths before he pushed her back and hoisted her up onto the kitchen counter by her arse. His hands then squeezed into her sides, causing her to squeak and squirm.

“Fuck.” She whispered as their mouths seperated for a moment of breath since she had gripped the base of his neck hair and pulled him away from her.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She continued as he moved his lips down her neck. She was slightly mad at herself for giving in to him so easily. Deep down though she knew it was going to happen eventually. She had just been too proud to admit it.

“Why?” He whispered as he sucked on her jugular, making sure to reach every single beauty mark that painted her neck.

“B-because I-. Fuck Freddie I can’t speak.” Her words were getting lost with each lick and smooch he planted on her jawline.

“Then don’t.” He muttered into her flesh. She dropped the subject and chose to grip on to his hair once again. His hands slowly moved from her hips down to her thighs, stroking them softly. The feeling triggered Y/N’s memories of the night he left. She wanted to yell at the top of her lungs; Don’t leave again! But all she could do was whimper at the touch of his warm and inviting fingers circling against her quads.

The whimpers she was releasing made Fred stop and look into her eyes which he had been dreaming about for over a year now.

“You are so beautiful.” He stated as tears began to form in his lower waterlines. He hated himself for being such a prick and for not fighting hard enough for her. Instead he chose to put his tail between his legs and accept defeat. That wasn’t the Fred Weasley he knew.

But this girl, this stunning girl with her chest heaving and legs open had changed him. She had changed him for the better.

Just from the mere sight of him crying made her tear up herself. Unable to watch him suffer any longer, she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into her chest as he continued to silently sob.

One of her hands crept up his back in hopes of soothing him. She began to rub gentle circles between his shoulder blades. Her other hand came up to caress his hair as she shushed him gently.

“I’m sorry.” He choked out through weak whimpers.

“I let you down.” Her heart broke at this statement.

“You didn’t let me down. I’m sorry too Freddie. I didn’t mean what I said about the shop. I am so proud of you and all the hard work you have done.” She leaned down to kiss the top of his head. This made him tighten the grip he had on her.

She let him hold her for as long as he needed. Merlin knew just how much they both needed it.

When he finally started to feel the emptiness within him fill slightly, he pulled himself away from her grasp to look into her red puffy eyes.

“Stay? Please?” He was desperate for her. Desperate for her touch, her body, her laugh, her voice, her smell and everything in between.

“Freddie, you know I can’t.” She spoke softly while she closed her eyes, forcing out a tear.

“Just for tonight, please.” She sighed as she laid her forehead against his shoulder in frustration, wrapping her calves around his waist to pull him in closer.

Neither one of them spoke for a while, instead choosing to listen to each other’s laboured breathing, finding that missing comfort in the inhalation and exhalation.

“Just for tonight.” She spoke quietly. He closed his eyes in relief, smiling to himself before pushing her off of his shoulder and gently taking her face in his hands.

“Thank you.” He spoke, lightly pecking her on the lips. She smiled back and removed her hands from his neck.

“I’ve missed you.” She said in a whisper as her right hand grazed down his torso, stopping at his crotch. She began to palm him, making sure not to break eye contact. He sputtered out and buckled at her touch.

“Fuck.” He softly groaned, his face tucking into the curvature of her jaw and neck.

“What do you want, baby?” She asked, speeding up her movements.

“You.” Was all he was able to vocalize. This sent a sensation right down to her underwear.

“Stand up straight love.” He followed her instructions immediately, pulling all of his weight off of her and struggling to find a solid stance. She then hopped off of the counter and found her way down onto her knees, preparing herself for what was to come.

He tried so hard to not go absolutely feral as he watched her look up at him with these soft doe eyes. Her hands then came up to tug at his belt, making it so his hips dipped forward from the force of her pull. Never in his wildest imagination did he think that the sound of a clanking belt would be so heavenly.

“Need you.” He said through a gasp, gently stroking her hair. He could feel her fingers dance along the elastic band of his boxers before tugging them down to above his knees along with his work trousers. The cool air hit his member once it sprung free and lightly tapped his lower stomach. The feeling sent shivers down his spine and caused his leg hairs to stand on end.

His tears had now become dry against his cheeks as he strangled out a new cry. This time from pleasure as Y/N thumbed the tip of his member gently.

Noticing how desperate he was, Y/N continued to stroke him until his cock was covered in any kind of wetness he could offer.

Once she felt it appropriate she leaned forward and took a deep breath, taking him into her mouth and as far down her throat that she could. Everything she couldn’t swallow was dealt with by her hand.

Fred groaned profusely through his bitten lip, trying hard not to be too loud. His brother was just down the hall after all.

“Fuck love.” He encouraged, holding the back of her head lightly in a make shift ponytail as he gently thrusted forward, causing her to gag and slobber slightly. The strangled chokes she let out around his member made him subconsciously quicken his pace. No longer in control, she gave up on taking care of him with her hands and chose to lay them flat agaisnt his tense thighs for support instead.

Her breathing began to shorten and the choking was becoming a tad bit unbearable, so she lightly tapped one of his thighs, making him pull her off of him and up to her feet. She wobbled slightly at the feeling of coming up to fast and from the lack of oxygen as she fell into his arms.

“You alright love?” He asked with concern through erratic pants. She could feel his still rock hard member cuddled up against her hip as she leaned against him.

“Yeah, just thought we should take this into the bedroom.” He nodded in agreement and let go of her for a moment to pull up his trousers and boxers. He hissed at the fabric grazing against his sensitive area but paid it little attention. He couldn’t worry about himself since he wanted to be fully invested in Y/N and her wants and needs. He would be dealt with soon enough, that was for certain.

Once he was fully clothed again, he decided to pick Y/N up, catching her off guard by throwing her over his shoulder and making her squeal out in excitement.

“Shhh, don’t want to wake up George do we?” He whispered through a sly smile.

“Depends.” She spoke seductively.

“You cheeky little mink.” He growled jokingly while placing a palm down on to her arse with a firm smack, making her squeal out once more, this time in pleasure.

He carried her down the hall and into the room right across from the one George disappeared into. Once they were fully inside, Fred threw Y/N down onto his unmade bed.

She took a moment to take in her surrounding, mentally referring back to the letters George had sent her. She thought about how worried he was about the depressive hole Fred had found himself in and that his room would be a good indication of it, even if he himself hadn’t been in there in months.

It wasn’t terrible. Laundry scattered the floor, clearly making it difficult to differentiate dirty from clean. A few bottles of fire whiskey sat in a dark corner by his work desk, almost as though they were being shunned from the rest of the room. Used tissues were placed on his bedside table in the formation of a small hill, making it unclear which ones were used from his nights of tears and which ones were used for his nights of self pleasure to calm the tears, both actions having her in mind.

She observed all of this as he laid on top of her and licked up her neck.

“Freddie.” She moaned out, finally coming back to reality from her thoughts.

“Yes baby?” His lips attached to her upper chest.

“Off.” She said, brain too fried from the pleasure to speak in fully formed sentences.

“ ‘f course.” He mumbled before detaching himself from her collarbone and sitting up to straddle her waist. His fingers traced up and down the buttons on her light summer dress before he started to unbutton it, allowing her bra to be exposed to him. It wasn’t a fancy lace or an elegant silk, but rather a sweet light yellow cotton that drove him absolutely mad.

Because it was her. It was always her.

He took a moment to admire the canvas that was laying below him that he couldn’t wait to paint before tugging the bra down, revealing her breasts to him. She let out a small whine as the cold air struck her bare skin, making her nipples perk up in the process. He shifted his gaze between her face and her chest. She nodded slightly, giving him the go ahead. With her approval, he leaned down and latched his tongue and lips around her delicate areolas.

She hummed with ease and shimmied her hips underneath him. He took a good minute to praise her supple mounds before bringing his hand down and underneath her dress, tapping her hip. She caught the hint and lifted herself up, allowing him to pull the floral patterned fabric from underneath her and toss it amongst one of his numerous piles. She then arched her back, making it so he could remove the constricting bra fully. He let out a small groan before shifting his body, specifically his lips, down her stomach to her navel. His lips littered her skin with kisses but he could tell she was craving a different kind of touch.

“So good f’ me, love. Have always been so good f’ me.” She smiled at this and shut her eyes as he started to tug her underwear down her bent legs. Almost automatically her knees fell open, giving Fred admission to his own personal holy grail. His gaping mouth emitted a hot breath that hit her centre, causing her to squirm.

“Freddie, please, right there, ‘m ready for you.”

God she was so perfect.

“I know baby. I can see it, can see all of it.” His index finger stroked down her wet folds, making her shudder.

“So sensitive.” He tutted softly as he grabbed both of her ankles and tugged her further forward, placing the back of her knees over his shoulders.

“Need it now,” Her whining made it abundantly clear that she was unable to handle much more of his teasing.

He couldn’t torture her any longer, so he leaned in and let a small amount of spit to drop from his lips and on to her sensitive clit. Then he brought his tongue down to swirl the liquid he released around her entrance, making her moan out loud to indicate to him that he was doing his job really well.

All he could think about was the sounds she was making and how she tasted just like he remembered.

So sweet.

“Taste so good love.” She gripped the sheets at the vibrations of his words of encouragement.

“Whenever you’re ready, come f’ me.” He spoke as he stopped his movements against her clit and dropped her legs, allowing her to be laid out for him. He then laid himself on his stomach between her legs and I nserted a couple of digits into her hole, hoping to speed up the process of bringing her to a fully euphoric state.

“Okay.” She whined, along with a submissive nod that was so innocent, he couldn’t help but rut his hips into the sheets beneath him to try and calm his own ache. His fingers sped up and he attached his lips to her once more. She dug her heels into his upper back, pushing him further against her heat.

“Right there, right there, fuck I’m go-going t-” She couldn’t even finish her sentence as she released onto his face. They both wheezed out in exhaustion and once he felt like he could finally move, he sat up, kissing her roughly, making it so her wetness transferred from his lips to hers.

“Too many clothes Freddie.” She sighed out as she weakly tugged at his waistcoat button, while she slowly came down from her orgasm.

He was utterly bewildered by her and what she had just done that he had no choice but to scramble to sit up more and almost rip off his clothing in anticipation.

He moved off of the bed and tried to keep eye contact with her as she leaned back on her elbows, naked and open for him. He could see their mixture of slick fluids covering her thighs reflect in the moonlight.

Once he was fully nude, Y/N stopped him from moving towards her like a dog in heat by pressing her foot against his chest.

“Stay there. Wanna get a good look at you.” He tilted his head slightly in confusion, but obeyed his queen nonetheless.

She just wanted to see how he had changed over the past year. A year since they first made love. His arms were more toned and his abs carried a deeper definition. His thick thighs made her practically salivate.

“Okay.” She breathed out shakily.

“Get over here.” She continued, giving him the come hither motion with her finger. He smirked and quickly crawled over to her, hopping on top of her, pinning her down underneath him and smothering her with kisses.

She laughed out, trying to pry him off of her small frame.

‘Okay, okay enough! You’re crushing me!” She giggled.

He finally stopped, not expecting her to then lunge at him and roll them over so she was on top.

Her naked figure straddled his hips and he couldn’t help but to stare up at her in awe as he stroked her figure gently.

“I’ve missed you.” She said out of the blue. He smiled sadly in return.

“I’ve missed you too.” They both went in for a kiss.

“Want you inside me baby.” She mumbled against his lips. He nodded and shifted so she was hovering right above his erect shaft.

She let out a shaky breath of release from her sweaty, heaving chest as she eased down onto him, making him groan out loudly and grip her hips harder than before.

It had been a whole year since he had felt the touch of a woman but it had been totally worth it in the end. Because it was with her and that’s all that mattered.

“Oh Freddie.” She moaned, placing her hands against his chest as she began to rock back and forth. He could feel his toes curl just from the mere sight of her getting off on his cock. Her lashes sat gently against her soft cheeks and her plush lower lip was stuck between her teeth.

Unable to bear it, Fred began to thrust up into her with a rapid and rough pace, trying to catch up in the chase. The sounds admitting from both of them and their collective wetness grew. He knew neither of them would be able to last much longer. Especially after being away from one another for so long.

“Come ‘ere.” He panted, sweat forming in his hairline and on his upper lip. She nodded and leaned down so he could wrap his arms around her in a hug. They stayed like this for a while as he continued to slam up into her again and again. He made sure to have her ear close to his lips, so she could hear just how good she was making him feel.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He winced as his orgasm began to rise to the surface.

“It’s okay, let go.” She struggled to whisper. He nodded in response and squeezed her arse, pressing her further down on to him with every rough slam of his hips.

He then let out a shuddering sigh as he finished inside of her, all of his muscles relaxing that had been clenching during their heated escapade.

Y/N continued to whine and rut herself against him, making it clear that she hadn’t reached her climax yet.

Fred laid his head back on to his pillow in exhaustion, taking her with down him. He wasn’t done though. This was all about her and Fred be damned if he didn’t make her come at least twice.

His hand crept between their sweaty, connected bodies and pressed his fingers to her sensitive clit. Small ministrations were made to her bundle of nerves and she couldn’t help but kiss up his neck and grind down on him in return, a lot like when she would use her pillow after they broke up, always thinking of him of course.

“Freddie, baaaby!” She cried out, making his body tense up again as well as his cock.

“Yes baby?” He asked while stroking her arse with his other hand.

“Almost there.” She answered through heavy breaths.

“You look so good for me, love. Using me as your personal sex toy. Fuck I love you so much.” His words encouraged her to quicken the pace of her hips which made her clench her thighs against his sides.

“Oh god.” She groaned out as her eyes rolled back slightly before shaking and then relaxing, dropping all of her body weight on top of him.

Hot air deflated from her lungs, hitting his sweaty chest.

“Fuck I’ve missed you.” He quietly chuckled while rubbing her moist back with one hand and combing through his now wet hair with the other. She giggled in return and dragged her lips over the skin of his chest tiredly before reaching up to kiss him.

“I love you.” She hummed.

“I love you.” He responded candidly.

It didn’t take long for sleep to take over the young couple as they held on to each other for dear life.

May 8th, 1997

The next morning Y/N woke up with a jolt. Remembering it was a Sunday she relaxed again.

Her eyes roamed around the space for a moment, recalling that she never made it back home the day before.

Looking to her left, she saw Fred laying naked on his stomach with a leg draped over her torso and his arms tucked underneath his pillow. His face was sunken into the feathery fabric as he emitted soft peaceful snores. The poor bloke probably hadn’t had this good of a sleep in over a year.

She didn’t want to wake him right away. Instead she allowed herself to watch him and enjoy his beautiful features that she adored so much. Almost as if he were a spectacle.

She shifted over so she was laying on her side. Fred’s leg slipped off of her frame in the process. Her hand then came up to his face to caress his cheek.

“Mm, hello there.” He spoke through a dopey smile and deep morning voice, sending her into a tizzy. She chuckled lightly and began rubbing his exposed bicep in a soothing manner.

His eyes stayed closed as he let out a deep sigh, pulling Y/N further into his chest.

“Freddie?” She asked quietly. He hummed in response, pressing her even closer to him.

“I should be going soon.” She hated to break up the lovely moment but she couldn’t stay for much longer.

What would happen after this moment, no one knew. But what was most important was that the year of silence was now finally over.

“No, don’t.” He whined and pouted as he shifted down a bit to nuzzle his face in between her breasts. His favourite place to be.

She let out a sigh and gently played with the hairs at the back of his neck.

“Freddie, you promised.” She warned. He groaned out in a huff and finally let go of her, followed by getting out of bed begrudgingly.

She watched him as he walked around the bedroom, picking out an outfit for the day from the numerous piles of clothes.

“Fred talk to me.” She hated the silence.

“I don’t want you to leave.” He was unable to look her in the eye as he paced around his room, continuing to get himself dressed.

“I don’t know where we go from here.” He gripped his dark oak drawer at her words, frustrated that she was still being so stubborn, even after the events from the night prior.

“Look, I want you here, always. I want to wake up in the morning and have your face be the first thing I see, then have it be the last thing I see before I go to sleep. Is that enough of a forward for you?”

She groaned in aggravation and threw herself back down on to the bed. It seemed as though no compromise was ever going to be made.

“Look Fred.” She stared up at his ceiling.

“We can take it slow. I can make more of an effort to come see you on the weekends and you can make more of an effort to write to me. We will see where things take us, you know… slowly.” He turned at this with a sigh and walked back over to the bed, crawling over to her and placing a loving kiss to her lips.

“If it means the possibility of us being us again, then yes, I’ll do whatever it takes.” She smiled and grabbed his face, kissing him once more.

“Deal.” She sat up enthusiastically and stuck her hand out for him to take. He looked down at it as if she had an extra thumb. She waited patiently and he rolled his eyes, finally grabbing her hand in his and shaking it, almost as if they had just closed a business deal.

He then tugged her towards him by the hand which made her land on top of him. He began to tickle her and she immediately squirmed in his grasp.

“Stop, I need to get dressed!” She squealed.

“Who’s the best shag of your life?” He asked teasingingly.

“You!” She laughed through her struggle.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you love.” He further pushed through a cheeky grin.

“Fred Weasley is the best shag of my life!” She knew this was the only way that he would let up.

“Right answer.” She scoffed at his smug response as he let go of her.

“Only shag is more like it.” She muttered jokingly, just loud enough for him to hear.

“And don’t you forget it.” He winked before smacking her bare arse and rolling off the bed. She yelped and gave him a look of light hearted warning.

She soon got up herself and began to change, noticing out of the corner of her eye, Fred watching her from the doorway.

“What?” She asked in false annoyance.

“Nothing, just looking at you is all.” He was beaming from ear to ear. She rolled her eyes playfully in return.

Once she was done getting dressed, he reached his hand out for her to take. She walked over and grabbed it, allowing him to lead her out of the room and down the hall.

When they reached the kitchen, they didn’t initially notice George sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a bowl of cereal.

The couple were to busy poking and prodding each other as they looked through the fridge for breakfast.

“Mooorning.” They quickly shot up and shut the fridge, turning to see George smirking at them, who was as it seemed, clearly aware of what had occurred the night prior.

He gave them a wink and a knowing look before going back to his bowl.

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let it snow

request: Can you do something with Chris sleeping with a friend? Maybe she comes and stays over and it snowed to hard for her to leave. They watch a movie and drink a little and it leads to rough sex on the couch?

pairing: chris evans x fem!black!reader

warnings: language, smut

word count: 2k

p.s i’m sorry for being inactive! i’m fine, just lazy

Visiting Chris right before Christmas was a tradition that we both shared for a long time. A few years ago, we met while filming a movie together, and our friendship blossomed very quickly. Being casted for that movie was my first role ever; back then, the show-biz, “the” Hollywood was truly one big puzzle that I had to solve on my own. The role I had wasn’t big nor significant, but it meant everything to me. The memories from those filming days were so close to my heart. Not to mention the friendship I built with Chris Evans that was also very dear to myself.

In that movie, I played the girl Chris slept with several times and at the end she finally got him to solve a mystery which led to a plot twist. Despite this description, the role wasn’t really that big, and I only had like three scenes where my character was somehow important. As imagined, all the sex talks we had as our characters were the start of me developing crush on him. Yes, I adored him as a fan for years but after that once scene where we almost kissed (and had to reshoot it way too many times) made me go crazy over him. It was downright embarrassing that literally no man that I have ever slept with made me as turned on as Chris did by almost kissing me.

“Chris!” I yelled while greeting him, giving his body a warm hug. His huge arms wrapped around me always gave me the snuggest feeling inside, I loved the smallest touch of his affection on myself. A loud laugh left my lips as he picked me up, completely erasing the distance between us. I gave him a small peck on a cheek before my feet were back again on the ground. “No Dodger?” I asked out of curiosity after not being able to spot one of my favourite creatures. “Nope, not today. He is with Scott, I left him there since I only came to this house for a couple of days before going back to my brother’s. Didn’t want to move him around like that, you know?” He explained as he rested his shoulder on the doorframe while I undressed from the heavy winter clothing. I hanged my big, fluffy coat and took my boots off before we entered his big living room.

Our “Christmas Dinner” was filled with laughs and banter. I almost forgot how amusing Chris really was, he always did everything to make the other person laugh out loud. Being with him was always great fun and however horrible that sounds I was ecstatic when the snowfall outside transformed into an apocalypse. Of course, I pretended that I really need to head back home, and nothing will stop me, but Chris refused to let me leave in this weather. After twenty minutes of going back and forth in argument, I gave up. He seemed pleased which was a relief because I would’ve hated feeling like I’m not wanted.

Chris made us both a cup of hot chocolate as we continued to talk. We made a promise regarding Christmas gift, swearing on each other’s lives that they will only be unwrapped on an actual Christmas Day. Still, I had a feeling he will open his as soon as I leave through that door. My eyes rolled as he deliberated about how his gift was surely better than mine, Tired of his annoying whimpers, I picked a TV remote and started looking through films on Disney+. “This will shut you up for like an hour or, at least I hope so,” I said with a silly face and showed him the middle finger as he laughed in response.

Focusing on the TV screen, I tried not to think about different, erotic scenarios of the both of us. His presence near me was enough to make my thoughts livid. His hand was placed on my knee, which I could not stop thinking about, no matter how hard I tried to. If Chris knew what my dirty thoughts were including him in, he would most likely show me where the door is. Or, possibly, throw me out of the window. I couldn't help but stress in his presence. It was simply not possible not to. When I thought I could control myself around him, he would start stroking my thigh, driving my consciousness crazy. He could sense that I was nervous, or at least I thought that he could, because he looked at me with his bug puppy eyes. He said nothing, just stared in the bluntest way possible. I returned the stare, unable to form words that would make any sense.

Gazing into my eyes, he positioned his hand on my cheek. Involuntarily, a familiar shiver ran through my entire body. Ugh, he was perfect, and I hated him for it. I just knew I was not the only girl to feel this way about him. You didn’t have to know him to lust over his self. I opened my lips as he began to approach me, getting closer to my face with every millisecond. Our lips finally joined in a passionate kiss. My hand quickly rested on top of his, caressing the skin on his fingers which were placed on my face. My hormones were screaming and in a spare of the moment, (and inflow of confidence) I moved onto his laps and sat on them straddling. I took over the situation with dominance, but Chris quickly took it back when he put his hands on my ass and lifted me up to lay myself on my back on the couch.

“I wanted to do this for so long, you have no idea,” He whispered right into my lips as his hand slipped under the fabric of my sweatshirt. A long, drawn-out moan escaped my mouth as his lips found their way to the skin on my neck. I was panting hard with my mouth open. One of my hands landed between the locks of his hair that I pulled on. I cursed softly under my breath as his fingers tightened on my hip and then moved to my breasts that were still covered by the fabric of my top and lace bra.

“So damn beautiful.” His words sounded like a tune to my ears. Now, I could confirm that no compliments sounded better than those formed by Mr. Chris Evans himself. His fingers sneaked into my private part once again as they slipped under my leggings. I consciously and willingly let them do so. I was already excited, maybe even more than I wanted to admit. Rarely has a man managed to bring me to this state by not doing anything special, but Chris definitely did.

My mind was full of thoughts concerning what we were doing in this very moment. Has he already done this with some other naive aspiring actress? Am I just another name on his long list waiting to be crossed out? My morals and standards, and more importantly, my substantial self-respect were all screaming at me right about now. Unfortunately, my thirst and excitement won the arguments inside my head. “Chris, p-please,” I whispered and desperately pulled the hair at the top of his head. “F-Fuck me,” My lips finally formed a dreadful plea for more.

Chris didn't wait any longer, as if I gave him an order that he had to obey. He quickly deprived my body of all of its clothing, his hungry gaze followed my flesh this whole time. He was discovering every inch of my skin for the first time, concentrating on it as if he wanted to remember every single detail. I did not want to do any worse than him, therefore my hands also started a fight with his clothes, aggressively removing them from his body.

“Condom, I need-“ He mumbled inexplicably, the second part of his sentence was most certainly inaudible but at least I understood what he started looking for from its first part. I watched him out as his fingers grabbed the fabric of his pants. He reached out to the pocket, grabbing a silver wrapper between his two fingers, and I stared at it with a rather surprised look. He was prepared for this and I let him. He knew or at least he wanted this to happen. And I let him. Stupid girl.

My eyes followed him precisely as he returned to me. His knees settled on the couch and I opened my own wide for him to view. I licked my two fingers slowly before directing them to my pussy, slowly caressing and massaging it. Chris was watching me this whole time and his gaze was getting more and more hungry which undoubtedly stimulated all my senses.

Our eyes reconnected and we both smiled at each other at the same time. I licked my lips as I watched the rubber material slide smoothly over his swollen cock. He got closer to me and hit my entrance with his dick several times which was met with a loud moan escaping my lips. I was seconds away from begging him to push inside of me, but my needs were met with his sudden actions. Satisfied was an understatement as I felt his impressive length penetrating my inside.

From the first thrust, his hips moved quickly, with force. I felt him whole, from his core to his round tip. I felt his body pressing onto mine as his balls slapped my flesh with each movement. I tilted my head back and gasped like a wounded animal. My hand blindly travelled to his muscular torso, digging my long nails into his skin. He hissed in response, but his movements became faster, only adding extra pleasure to my private part. I felt my insides pulsing in response to his dick slamming onto me.

Chris grabbed my leg under the calf and placed my heel on his shoulder. I took advantage of this placement and stretched my leg at the knee as I placed it as comfortably as possible on his shoulder. My hand rested on my boob, which I squeezed, and his eyes rested on the new image in front of him. We didn't exchange a single word, but we both gave each other the right glances that boldly approved of every move on our part.

Feeling ecstatic to say the least, I enjoyed every moment. I needed this. I needed to forget about the world, cool my abusive emotions and relish this quick experience. He gave me precisely what I craved. Moreover, I was confident he adored it just as much, which I saw from the droplets of sweat running down his forehead and from his plump lips producing multiple curse words as his body moved within me. His chest rose quickly and fell rapidly with each hard thrust. I rolled my eyes in pleasure, unable to help myself. I was so close to the orgasm that the man of my dreams was driving me to.

Feeling his warmth inside of me made me toes curl. This was so fucking good. I could confidently say that he too enjoyed himself, which the droplets of sweat running down his forehead and a bunch of swear words escaping his plump lips indicated. His chest rose and fell quickly with each hard thrust. Unable to help themselves, my eyes rolled in great pleasure. My breathing was rapid and unsteady as he drove me to a needed orgasm. I couldn’t feel his cum inside of me but his moans and pleads ensured me of his sweet release.

We looked at each other’s eyes when our breathing finally normalized from all that we have done right on that poor couch. Thankfully, I sensed no strange atmosphere in the air that could foreshadow the end of our friendship. Everything seemed so normal, so platonic and I felt an unimaginable sense of relief. “Round two?” He scanned my face with a smirk placed on his lips and flames in his eyes. I smiled in response because no words were needed to answer his question. My legs wrapped around his hips once again, his posture bent down in order to link our lips in a kiss, indicating a fresh start to our next game.

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mrslilyrogers · 4 years

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Second Chances

Sequel to Not Enough (could be read as a standalone)

Pairing: Thor x Reader, OC x Reader

Summary: Years after Thor left you for Jane, he regrets his decision. While he trudged through life, you moved on, finding happiness until a chance encounter sees you both reconnected and he meets an unexpected surprise.

Author’s note: I’m so sorry it took so long to update! Really trying my best to write but the words just keep eluding me. I was hoping I could wrap the story up here but looks like I’m making a next chapter, which would be the final one.

You hurriedly pushed the cart in front of you with one hand as you shoved a bag of tomatoes onto it with the other, half-jogging to follow the little boy in front of you who was bouncing with energy, his imagination getting the best of him.

“Harry, stop! What did I say about running?” you warned your seven year old son who was now battling an invisible force with his shield, pretending to be his favorite superhero. He turned back to you with a mischievous laugh before zooming off, the face he just made instantly reminding you of his father and what once would have made you cry to remember was nothing but a distant, hollow memory now. Just another fact of life that happened to you, a fact that you’ve fully accepted and embraced, the very fact that made you who you were today. Stronger. Better. Happier.

The first few years had been hell, you literally saw him everywhere you went. From social media and TV to the billboards and posters strewn on the streets, it had felt like you would never be able to escape him. Even your happiness at seeing your son for the first time had been stabbed by your longing for Thor, longing for the family you once thought you would’ve had. But slowly and surely, over the years, you began to heal. The likeness and little quirks Harry inherited from his father no longer bothered you. That didn’t matter anymore, he was yours and you were a family. It didn’t matter that Thor’s smile was always written on Harry’s face or his booming laughter always echoed from Harry’s lips. You supposed it all came down to the godly Asgardian blood pumping in his veins. And that was something you didn’t even really want to dwell on now.

“Harry! If you don’t get back here, I’m putting you in this cart!” You shrieked which immediately had him backpedaling.

“Mom, I’m too old for that!”

“Then stick with me,”

He begrudgingly walked back to you, reaching his hand up to rest on your arm on the cart’s handle while he moped. You smiled, despite his protests and playful energy, he was always respectful enough to follow you. But still, you tried to grocery shop as fast as you could with a kid as impatient as your own. Soon, you were in line for the cashier, texting Aaron which lane to meet you at, barely even having your eyes off Harry when suddenly, he surged with excitement and dashed off without warning. You felt your heart drop as you went after him, leaving your cart unattended. ‘This kid is going to be the death of me’ you swore to yourself, following him to the aisle he ran into before he disappeared. Damn, that stupid Asgardian blood for making him so quick. You finally spotted him talking to a man, his neck bent way back as he looked up at him, amazement in his eyes. You didn’t even bother looking at the man’s face, all you felt was relief while you frantically called out his name.

“Harry!” Your voice rang out, laced with irritation, making Thor stiffen. Had he heard right? That sounded an awful lot like… “Y/N?” His breathless voice whispered, barely even audible as he watched you stomp down to them, shrieking what he assumed was the boy’s name.

“What the hell were you thinking? What did I say about running off?” You knelt down to the boy, shaking him, unaware of the hulking man’s presence whose mouth was opening and shutting at the mere sight of you. He couldn’t believe it. After years of searching, you were finally in front of him, alive and well with… wait, was the boy your son?

Scolding Harry, you didn’t notice how giddy he was as he tried to shut you up to tell you something important. You didn’t notice Thor’s eyes burning into you, taking into account how well and healthy you looked. You lost some of the weight you had when you were younger, making your face a bit more mature than he last saw, the barely visible crinkles by your eyes were a bit more pronounced too but you were just as lovely, if not, even more so than he remembered. His heart swelled at the sight of you and there was nothing more he wanted than to crush you into his arms and apologize for all that he has done, hoping against all odds that he could still make things right again.

“But Mom, look! It’s Thor!” Harry’s thrilled voice interrupted you and you felt your blood run cold. The same blue eyes you’ve dreamt about for years stared back at you, confusion marring their icy depths.

“Mom? Y/N, you have a son?” Thor heard himself ask. He had no right to be disappointed, no right to feel betrayed and yet, he was selfish enough to be so. He knew deep down, you deserved a family, deserved to have a life. Unlike how he’d been ever since he broke things off with you.

You couldn’t find the words to speak. You had this scenario in your head for as long as you could remember and yet, nothing could compare to the real thing. You felt your mouth open and close, your body knowing you had to say something even when your brain couldn’t comprehend. What did people really say in these things? You could feel your breaths coming faster, your head shaking at him as you took a hold of Harry. What if he recognized him? What if he wanted to take him away?

“I have to go,” you spoke hastily, turning your back to him and dragging Harry along with you despite his protests. He used his weight to pull you back to the superhero, whining the whole time but determination must’ve gotten the best of you, his tries falling short as you kept walking, your heart heavy.

“Y/N, wait,” you could hear Thor shout, his hand suddenly coming up to your elbow to stop you, turning you around to face him. Harry huffed at your side, his brows furrowing at you, “Mom! Why are you being so weird?”

“Please don’t go,” Thor pleaded with you, completely ignoring the kid who matched his very own frown. “It’s been so long, darling. How have you been? Could we talk?” He asked in a desperate rush, worried that you’d walk out on him again.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Thor,” you yanked your arm out of his grasp, glancing nervously at Harry while his eyes went wide with astonishment.

“Mom, you know Thor?” His gasp was so loud, it made Thor look down at him again, his brows wrinkling in confusion as he stared at the boy, those locks eerily looking like his own, the familiar set of his chin and jaw, the spark in his eyes… it couldn’t be. Shaking his head, he could suddenly hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears, his palms starting to sweat as his breath came in rapid bursts. You felt your heart drop to your stomach the moment realization dawned on his face.

“Thor,” your voice betrayed your nerves as you shook your head at him. Not here, please. Not here.

“Y/N, how old is your son?” He asked, his voice unmistakably low and lethal. The tick in his jaw and his clenched fists, an indication of just how close he was to losing control. You opened your mouth to speak when Harry replied for you, oblivious to the tension, quirking an eyebrow up at his father.

“Seven, but my mom thinks I act younger when she’s mad at me.” His innocent voice punched Thor right in the gut. Seven years since you’d been gone. Seven years, he’d wondered where you were. Seven years, he’d wondered why you didn’t even say goodbye. He didn’t need any proof, the more he stared at the boy, the clearer the picture became. Here you were, in an obscure, small town living your life with his son, while he had been going through life with no direction of his own, just following orders and saving those who needed it with barely a break. Burying himself in work to forget the guilt and regret of the past. Mission after mission without anyone to look forward to. To think he used to trust you with his life, he scoffed to himself. If he weren’t so devastated, he would’ve laughed. Would anyone be able to imagine the irony? A week before his wedding, he broke it off with his intended bride, breaking sweet Jane’s heart because he realized his abiding love wasn’t for the woman he had pined for, the one he thought had gotten away but for you, the only one who had seen him at his worst but stayed by his side through it all anyway. He looked for you afterwards, only to find your empty apartment, your old employer and friends having no idea where you’d gone to.

You watched his throat bob as he swallowed his pride, already feeling his seething anger bubbling below the surface. He turned away from you, his jaw clenched as he focused on his son, easily getting entranced by the way he engaged him in conversation.

“My mom got me his shield for Christmas. Look! I always bring it with me now cause I wanna be like him when I grow up even though mom always says you’re the strongest Avenger,” Harry continued to talk, nonchalantly ratting you out. You felt yourself flush as Thor glanced at you briefly before he kneeled to your son’s eye level.

“Is that so?” He asked him, his eyes drinking him in, observing how alike they were and noticing the little quirks that was unmistakably yours too. Under normal circumstances, he would’ve had a witty return, and joked about proving his prowess but now, he was so quiet, so fascinated with whatever came from his tiny mouth that it wouldn’t have mattered if he had spoken gibberish. All he wanted was to hear his voice.

“Mm-hmm, Aaron thinks it’s the Hulk but mom always says it’s you,”

Hold on a minute.

“Aaron?” Thor had no idea he said that out loud, his face twisted into pure disdain. Who the heck was this Aaron now?

“Yup, mom’s—”

Just when you were about to warn him to stop talking, Aaron’s relieved voice rang loud and clear,

“There you guys are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” He strode to your direction, a smile on his face as he pushed a cart full of repair tools when suddenly, he recognized the man who had just stood up, making his smile fall and his back stiffen. Thor watched Aaron with a deep scowl on his face, squaring his shoulders. He had just about too many revelations in one day, he certainly didn’t need to see the man you’ve been with these past few years.

Any other man would’ve cowered under his gaze but not this one. Instead, he looked to you with sympathy, putting a hand on your lower back to lend his support.

And somehow, that hurt him even more.

“Aaron! I was just telling Thor about you!” Harry beamed up at him. Thor felt the unexpected twist of jealousy coil in his stomach. This was supposed to be his family. What the hell had he done to deserve this?

“Oh yeah, Buddy?” Aaron answered back, keeping his voice light as he ruffled the boy’s hair, the tension on shoulders still visible to anyone watching.

“Uh-huh. Tell him about—”

“Harry,” you cut your son off before this awkward situation grew longer.

“Sweetie, why don’t you go with Aaron first and help him find the cart we left?” You smiled down at him sweetly ignoring the dread creeping up your veins at having to face Thor alone.

“But Mom, I’m still talking to Thor,” Harry whined back.

“Don’t worry. I’m not leaving,” Thor told him sincerely, the words holding much more meaning than what his son realized. Harry dragged Aaron off quickly, promising they wouldn’t take long. Thor didn’t miss the concerned looks you exchanged and the little nod of reassurance you gave as they scrambled off. His jaw twitched at the sight of it. He squared his shoulders and crossed his arms as he tried to control the temper brewing inside him, his deadly gaze almost making you cower. Almost. But you stood your ground and lifted your chin up at him instead. The determined look on your face instantly causing him to unravel and before you could say anything, his shoulders sagged, arms dropping as he let out a defeated sigh.

“Why?” He asked you, his voice disbelieving and quiet. His eyes searched yours without the fight you were expecting, looking at you as if you had just stomped on his dreams, making your resolve waver. What did he mean by that?

“I made a life for myself, Thor. What did you expect?” You replied accusingly, justifying to yourself that you had the right to get mad.

“What did I expect? What did I expect? You’re really asking me that when you never told me we have a son?” His voice rose questioningly, looking at you as if he didn’t know you. You felt your anger burst forth, shaking your head.

“Don’t,” you threatened, your eyes cold. “Don’t you dare put this on me when you never bothered to answer any of my calls. You’re the one who made it very clear you didn’t want anything to do with me,” your voice was calm and steady, devoid of the roiling emotions you felt inside, even as your hands shook. Taking several deep breaths, you tried to control yourself, not wanting to give him the chance to break you down so easily again. He shook his head incredulously, confused about what you just said.

“What? What calls?” He asked, pulling his hair back knowing damned well he didn’t receive any calls or even any indication that you wanted to reconnect. As far as he was concerned, you had fallen off the face of the earth, not wanting to ever be found. You shook your head, not believing an ounce of what he said.

“Stop pretending, Thor. It’s pathetic,” you scoffed at him, disgust clearly written on your face. Not being able to stop yourself, you turned around and walked with purpose, away from him and his stupid excuses. You knew it was pointless, he wasn’t ever going to let you go now that he knew the truth. You knew he would fight to be in Harry’s life but you couldn’t seem to stop your feet from moving. How could he pretend to be the injured party here? As if you were the villain who took his son away. As if he gave you any other choice! You still remembered the night you stood outside the compound, alone and pregnant, drenched in rain and still, they turned you away.

“Y/N, please,” he pleaded behind you, his voice holding a kind of desperation you never heard before, his footsteps quick and heavy as he trailed after you. This time, grabbing your hand to turn you around, hoping the small, familiar intimacy would bring you back. Your jaw clenched as you looked down your intertwined hands, pulling yours away from his as quickly as he caught it.

“Y/N, please don’t leave,” he begged, having lost all of his pride.

“I never wanted you out of my life! I don’t even know what calls you’re talking about! Darling, please. Harry deserves to know his father, I need to be in my son’s life,” His voice broke off at the last tone, piercing your heart. He looked to you as if you held all the power to dictate his life, his happiness in the palm of your hands. You had never seen him so vulnerable, the desperation in his eyes simmering your anger and frustration that you found yourself softening up.

“I can’t promise you anything, Thor. I’m not letting you walk in and out of his life whenever you please. You can’t just leave because you need a change of pace, do you understand that?” you willed him to back out now before he promised anything he couldn’t commit to. At least this way, it was only you who was going to get hurt, sparing Harry the future heartbreak.Your words pierced his soul. Is that what you thought of him? That he just left you because he got bored?

“I give you my word, Y/N. I would never do that to him,” he vowed, his voice solemn while his eyes concealed the guilt and hurt he felt at what he’s done to you. Gone was the carefree girl he knew, in place was this woman who built up walls around her heart. Even now, you looked at him suspiciously, weighing your options, wondering if you were doing the right thing.

The sound of Harry’s excited cheer and Aaron’s thwarted attempts at stalling him grew near, making you jump out of your hesitation. You quickly gave Thor instructions to meet you at the local cafe tomorrow before you changed your mind. He nodded his thanks to you, his eyes soft as he watched you whip out out a smile for your boy, all traces of anger and hurt wiped out. You were magnificent; strong, protective and caring, all of the things he knew you would be when you became a mother. A sad smile formed on his face, if only he was there with you through it all.

Harry ran straight to Thor, arms wrapping immediately to his waist. “You didn’t leave!” he giggled, giddy with excitement. Thor was taken aback by the moment and froze. Here was his son, hugging him for the first time. The weight of the moment almost overwhelmed him, his tears threatening to fall as he wrapped his arms around the boy’s back.

“No, kid. I wouldn’t.” he spoke, his voice low and serious, holding more meaning than Harry understood. His son squeezed him tighter, strength he didn’t think a normal child would possess coming from his tiny arms. Thor’s brows furrowed as he looked to you. You escaped his curious gaze, clearing your throat, “Harry, Thor has to get going. Come on, sweetie, say your goodbyes,” you coaxed, having had enough for one day. You needed a rest before you met him again tomorrow to set up the ground rules. He had to understand you were moving in Harry’s pace, you weren’t going to rush him to something he wasn’t ready for.

“But Mom, I just got back!” Harry frowned at you while Thor looked hopeful and all you could do was sigh.

“Harry, come on. We gotta get going if you still wanna help me fix your door,” Aaron smiled at him, hoping he’d catch the boy’s attention but Harry just whined. “Your ice cream will melt, buddy.” he continued to no avail, meeting your resigned eyes. As much as it pained Thor, he knew he had to let him go. He didn’t want to push his luck for today. He already trusts you, he just needed you to trust him back.

“I do have to go, Harry. But do not worry,” Thor paused, his eyes meeting yours, a silent permission before he continued. At your nod, his shoulders relaxed in relief.

“We will see each other again, I promise.”

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