#let me go ‘n’ get ready for my hair appointment in a few more hours. goodnight.

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⠀⠀⠀𝓦ENT TO GO ‘N’ SEE my baby daddy’s Lego⸻based biopic，earlier in the night，featuring my husband，of course. I loved the fact that Pharrell addressed his highs and his lows，creatively， kinda like Tyler wit’ his Cherry Bomb project and Reggie wit’ his Dare Iz a Darkside project ❪Which are two magnificent bodies of work，by the way❫! His faith in God is another reason why I love him to death. I only wish they could’ve delved deeper into N.E.R.D’s discography and his work with Tyler and Beyoncé. I also wish Malice was in this alongside Pusha T. Anyway，as a Virginian myself，I am SUPER proud and even more inspired to keep reaching for the stars! 🚀

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Obsidian Stain and Sin

Characters/Pairings: soft!dark Ari Levinson x Female!Reader, soft!dark Curtis Everett x Female!Reader, Ari x Reader x Curtis Word Count: 8.1k Summary: You've thought of getting your first tattoo for a long time. When you walk into Obsidian Stain Studio, you experience services beyond what you bargained for.

Content/Warnings: tattooing/needles, DUBIOUS CONSENT, explicit smut, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, kissing, anal play/rimming (female receiving), eating it from behind, vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex, praise kink, innocence kink, corruption kink, size kink, manhandling, fade to black/abrupt ending

Author Notes: I've had this idea all summer. I've been eager to write it, but literally the muse only kept teasing me with it until literally about six hours ago when she said, WE'RE DOING THIS, AND WE'RE DOING THIS NOW, so it's almost late/maybe it's still you're birthday week for a hot minute in some time zone, but I'm slipping this to you @stargazingfangirl18 for your Birthday Bonenanza! Literally, when I tell you that when you originally tagged me in the announcement, and I read over the myriad of prompts, I thought, "Oh, wow, this is so tattoo Curtis and Ari coded, it HAS TO happen for Siri's birthday..." that's really how my brain thought it was finally going to get the jump on working on this. But then no. Then that other Steve story happened, and I was stoked about that. Then the new chapter for Nomad Steve, and I thought, ah well, still fun stuff, maybe someday this, and then AT THE LAST MOMENT, Muse pulled a plot twist. So here's some ruinous hoe shit. Multiple dialogue prompts from the challenge are used here, and you'll find them in bold.

A/N 2: Shout out to @vonalyn for a few convos hashing out some of this concept!

You are surprised by the tinkling of a classic bell hanging over the door that rings pleasantly as you enter the tattoo parlor.

A man behind the reception desk immediately looks up to greet you. He doesn’t shoot you a phony, business-y smile, but his demeanor is still warm and approachable. “Welcome,” he greets you. “Walk-in or appointment?” he asks.

“Um, walk-in,” you manage. In a black t-shirt with shoulders that are nearly bursting through the fabric, lush hair and beard, and striking blue eyes, he’s more than an impressive specimen. “If you’ve got an opening?” you quickly add.

“Sure, we can take you,” he says. His gaze flicks to a scheduling book in front of him on the counter. “A couple of the boys are on break or about to finish up with other clients. Your first time here, yes?”

You nod. “First tattoo ever.”

“Oh,” he says, and his eyes brighten. “Even better. Let’s get you booked in.”

He takes your name, email, and phone number to set up a profile for you in their system. There are some electronic consent forms that he takes you through and has you agree to and sign on an iPad, and then he takes asks a few questions about what you’re interested in.

“Based off what you have in mind, Curtis might be the best artist, but he won’t be finished for maybe an hour.”

“Ah,” you look at your watch. It was a bit of an impromptu idea for you to drop in to get the tattoo this afternoon, and you had time, but you had probably been foolish thinking a walk-in was any sort of good idea.

“But,” he interjects, “I’ve got two other guys who are excellent, and either one of them should be ready to take you pretty soon. Take a seat just over there, and I’ll go check in with them and get a call on time for you. I’ll also grab you a drink. Pick your poison - we’ve got water or Coke products.”

You give him your preference, and he nods and smiles.

“Right then, sit tight, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He disappears around the corner, and you do as you’ve been told and take a seat on one of the black leather couches in the lobby.

Now you have time to really take in your surroundings. The walls are black with white moldings at the floor and ceiling, and the hardwood floors are a warm walnut. Everything is dark but clean. Classic but clearly in line with current trends. On the wall behind the desk, there’s a gorgeous, white-lettered feature with shop name - Obsidian Stain Studio - that’s sleek and impressive. On the wall next to you, there are ten framed pieces of art on the wall in a mix of sizes, some of them hand-drawn artwork, and the rest photos of finished tattoos on skin.

You’re nervous but determined not to be, so you cross your legs and try to keep your anxious energy limited to just running your fingers back and forth over the edge of your phone. Looking at the different designs on the wall does serve to capture your attention, though, and quell your nerves slightly.

The man working reception returns and hands you the drink. “We should have you back there in a chair in ten or fifteen minutes.”

“Great,” you respond, and the nerves kick up a notch, but it’s with a surge of excitement.

This is happening.

You take a sip of your drink, grateful for something to occupy your hands. The cool liquid helps soothe your nerves a bit. As you wait, you observe a few other clients entering and leaving the shop checking in or paying as they leave. Some sport fresh bandages, while others are clearly here for consultations, clutching sketches or reference photos.

The buzzing of tattoo machines creates a constant backdrop of sound, occasionally punctuated by muffled laughter or conversation from the back rooms. The atmosphere is more relaxed than you expected, nineties music underscoring it all.

As you wait, a couple emerges from behind the partition separating the lobby from the work area. They're both grinning, the woman cradling her forearm gently. Her companion is animatedly discussing something with her, gesturing excitedly. You catch a glimpse of fresh ink on her skin as they pass – a vibrant butterfly with intricate, colorful wings.

The sight makes your heart race a little faster. Soon, that'll be you walking out with fresh art on your body. The thought is both thrilling and slightly terrifying.

But you won’t be walking out with a friend or partner.

Your gaze wanders back to the artwork on the walls. One piece in particular catches your eye – an intricate mandala design with flowing lines and delicate detail. You find yourself drawn to its symmetry and complexity.

"Which one’s got your attention?" a voice asks, startling you from your reverie. You look up to see someone you can only describe as a lion of a man standing before you. All of his attention is focused on you like you’re his next prey. He towers over you with a mane of golden brown hair that’s grown out to tuck nicely behind his ears and curls out at his neck. He’s got a broad chest and shoulders covered in a denim shirt with a few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. You can see peeks of ink mingled with some chest hair as well as intricate designs over his forearms. His dark blue eyes are zeroed in on you in a way that both unsettles and steadies you at the same time.

You point at the mandala, and the man smiles. “That’s one of Steve’s. He says you’re here for your first tattoo.”

“He… wait, is that Steve?” You nod and glance over at the man at the front desk who’s now consulting with an older man and showing him a few designs.

“Yep, he owns the place and loves to work the front almost as much as the back with the rest of us. I’m Ari, by the way.” He puts his hand out, inviting you to shake hands.

You push up from the couch, stand, and offer your hand for the shake. It’s engulfed easily by his big, warm, calloused hand.

“I’m the one who’s going to make your first time special.”

Your heart stutters and your face flushes. He didn’t just… your mind races. Did he?

He chuckles and drops your hand quickly. “Follow me,” he says and turns and begins striding into the back.

You fall into step behind Ari, your eyes inevitably drawn to his broad shoulders and the confident swagger in his step. The back area is an open space divided into several stations with partial walls, each with its own tattoo chair and equipment, creating semi-private booths. Ari leads you to one in the back corner.

"Have a seat," he says, gesturing to the chair.

You perch on the edge, your nerves returning full force. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and ink.

He pulls up a rolling stool and sits, leaning in close. "So, tell me about this tattoo you want."

You explain your idea - a simple constellation of stars for your zodiac sign - watching as his blue eyes light up with interest. He nods along, occasionally asking questions or offering suggestions. His enthusiasm is infectious, and you find yourself relaxing despite the butterflies in your stomach.

"Alright, I think I know what you're after," Ari says, reaching for a sketchpad. "Let me rough out a design for you."

You watch, mesmerized, as Ari's hand moves swiftly across the paper. His brow furrows in concentration, and you find yourself studying the angles of his face, the way his beard accentuates his strong jaw. Within minutes, he presents you with a design that takes your breath away.

"What do you think?" he asks, a hint of pride in his voice.

The constellation is there, just as you imagined, but Ari has added subtle details that elevate it beyond your expectations. Delicate lines connect the stars, and a hint of shadowing gives the piece depth and movement.

"It's perfect," you breathe, unable to take your eyes off the sketch.

Ari grins, clearly pleased with your reaction. "Great. Now, let's talk placement."

You indicate the spot you've chosen - your inner wrist. Ari nods approvingly. "Good choice. Nice and visible, but easy to cover if needed. Mind if I take a look?"

You extend your arm, and Ari gently takes your wrist in his large hands. His touch is surprisingly soft as he examines the area, his fingers tracing the spot where your tattoo will soon be. You can't help but notice the contrast between his rough, inked skin and your own unmarked flesh.

"Nice canvas," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. "Skin's good here. This'll work well." He looks up, catching your eye. "Ready to get started?"

You nod, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in your chest.

“You’re a sweet, innocent thing, aren’t you?”

You open your mouth but shut it again, unsure how to respond, and he brushes his thumb over the pulse on your inner wrist, and you think you see his eyes darken.

He releases your wrist and turns to prepare his equipment. You’re frozen in place, but luckily that’s fine as it’s not necessary for you to move. You watch as he efficiently sets up his station, laying out ink caps, adjusting his machine, and pulling on a fresh pair of black latex gloves. The buzz of the tattoo machine as he tests it sends a jolt of excitement and nervousness through you.

"Alright, I'm going to clean the area now," he says, swabbing your wrist.

His touch is clinical now, professional, as he prepares your skin. The cool antiseptic makes you shiver slightly.

"Cold?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"A little," you admit.

"Don't worry, I’ll have you warm soon enough," he says with a wink that makes your cheeks flush.

Ari places the stencil on your wrist, pressing it gently to transfer the design. When he peels it away, you see the outline of your constellation on your skin for the first time. It sends a thrill through you - this is really happening.

"Make sure you’re happy with the placement before we start," he instructs. "This is your last chance to change your mind."

You focus to examine the design on your skin more closely, heart racing. It looks even better than you imagined.

"It's perfect," you say, unable to keep the excitement from your voice.

Ari grins. "Alright then, let's make it permanent. You ready?"

You nod, settling back into the chair and extending your arm.

Ari takes your arm gently, positioning it just so on the armrest. "Now, I need you to stay as still as possible," he says, his voice low and soothing. "It's going to hurt a bit, especially at first. But I promise, I'll be as gentle as I can."

The buzz of the machine fills your ears as Ari brings the needle to your skin. You hold your breath, bracing for the pain.

The first touch of the needle is a sharp, burning sensation that makes you wince. Ari pauses, his eyes flicking to your face. "You okay?"

You nod, determined. "I'm fine. Keep going."

“Move an inch, and you’ll be sorry.”

You open your mouth wordlessly again, and he laughs.

“Only joking. I know you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

You bite your lip and nod, something fluttering in your stomach, mixing wickedly with your nerves and the uncertainty around this man who skirts between being casual, soothing your nerves, concentration on his craft, and making these comments that insinuate and evoke wholly inappropriate thoughts.

He smiles, then concentrates back on your wrist and resumes his work. Gradually, the initial shock of pain fades into a more manageable discomfort. You find yourself relaxing, mesmerized by the steady movement of Ari's hand and the way the muscles in his biceps move and flex.

As Ari continues, your eyes shift to his face. His brow is furrowed in concentration, his blue eyes focused intently on your skin. There's something mesmerizing about watching him work, seeing the care and precision he puts into every line. The buzz of the machine becomes almost soothing, a constant backdrop to the occasional murmur of voices from other stations.

"So," Ari says after a while, breaking the silence without looking up from his work, "what made you decide to get your first tattoo today?"

You hesitate, unsure how much to share. "It's… kind of a long story."

Ari glances up, a small smile playing on his lips. "We've got time. I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you."

You take a deep breath, wincing slightly as the needle hits a sensitive spot. "I've been thinking about it for a while. But today… today felt like it was finally the day to take the leap."

"Spontaneous decision, huh? Those can be the best kind."

You nod, feeling the heat creep up your neck. "I guess I just wanted to do something for myself. Something permanent.”

Ari nods thoughtfully, his eyes still focused on your wrist. "Sometimes we need a physical reminder of the changes we're making inside," he says softly. "Something to look at and think, 'Yeah, I did that. I made that choice.'"

His words resonate with you, and you find yourself relaxing further. The pain has faded to a dull, almost pleasant sensation.

"So, what's your story?" you ask, curiosity getting the better of you. "How did you get into tattooing?"

Ari chuckles, pausing to wipe away excess ink. "Now that's definitely a long story. But the short version? I was a troubled kid, got into some bad stuff. Tattooing saved me, gave me a purpose."

He glances up, meeting your eyes. "There's something powerful about creating permanent art on someone's body.”

The words send another thrill through your body and you nod, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickens at his intense gaze. "I can see that," you manage to say.

Ari returns his attention to your wrist, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's intimate, you know? Creating something that becomes a part of someone forever."

The word 'intimate' hangs in the air between you, charged with unspoken tension. You're acutely aware of the warmth of his hand on your skin, the gentle pressure as he works.

“You’re the one Steve says I nearly got to mark for the first time,” a new voice startles you, and you jump slightly in your chair.

Ari tsks, but his left hand had been holding your arm down firmly.

The other man chuckles. “Sorry, sugar.”

He steps closer, coming into Ari’s booth. He looks to be slightly taller than Ari, and a shade leaner, but he’s still built with more muscles than the common man. His hair is dark, shorn close to his head, and a dark beard covers his angular jaw. Ice blue eyes pierce into you, and you fight hard to suppress an actual shiver running down your spine.

"Curtis," Ari says without looking up, his tone a mix of amusement and mild irritation. "Didn't anyone teach you it's rude to interrupt?"

Curtis leans against the partition, crossing his arms over his chest. The movement draws your attention to the intricate tattoos covering his forearms. He’s got more ink than Ari.

"Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Steve said we had a noteworthy first-timer."

You feel your face flush, unsure whether to be flattered or embarrassed. Curtis's gaze is intense, almost predatory, as he looks you over.

"Well, now you've seen," Ari says, his voice tight. "Don't you have your own client to attend to?"

Curtis huffs. "Just finished up. Thought I'd come say hello." He turns his attention back to you. "How're you holding up, sweetheart? Ari treating you right?"

You nod, finding your voice. "He's been great," you manage to say, your voice a bit shaky. "It doesn't hurt as much as I expected."

Curtis grins, a glint in his eye. "Oh, Ari knows how to make it feel good, doesn't he?"

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks at the innuendo. Ari's hand tightens slightly on your wrist, and you see his jaw clench.

"Curtis," Ari says, his tone a clear warning.

Curtis holds up his hands. "Alright, alright. I can take a hint." He fixes his gaze once again on your face. "Maybe next time you'll let me be the one to mark you up. Lot more skin still to explore."

With that, he stalks away, leaving a charged atmosphere in his wake. You can feel the tension radiating off Ari as he resumes his work on your tattoo, his jaw clenched.

“Sorry about that,” Ari says after a moment, his voice low. "Curtis can be… intense."

You nod, still feeling flustered from the encounter. "It's okay," you manage to say, trying to calm your racing heart.

Ari looks up at you, his blue eyes searching your face. "You alright? Need a break?"

You shake your head. "No, I'm fine. Let's keep going."

He nods, returning his attention to your wrist. The buzz of the machine fills the silence between you once more. You try to focus on the sensation, the slight sting as the needle moves across your skin, rather than the lingering tension in the air.

After a few minutes, Ari speaks again. "You know, you don't have to let anyone pressure you into anything you're not comfortable with. Not here, not anywhere."

His words surprise you, and you meet his gaze. There's a protective glint in his eye, but he quickly returns his attention to your wrist. Ari's movements become more deliberate, almost possessive, as he continues working on your tattoo. The tension in the air is palpable, and you find yourself hyper-aware of every point of contact between your skin and his.

"Almost done," he murmurs after what feels like both an eternity and no time at all. "Just a few more touches."

You watch as he adds the final details, marveling at how the constellation seems to come to life on your skin. When he finally sits back, setting down the machine, you can't help but gasp.

"It's beautiful," you breathe.

Ari's eyes meet yours, a mixture of pride and something deeper in his gaze. “It suits you perfectly."

You feel a warmth spread through your chest at his words. Ari gently wipes away the last traces of excess ink, revealing the full beauty of your new tattoo. The stars seem to shimmer on your skin, the delicate lines connecting them creating a sense of movement and depth.

"Now, let's get this wrapped up and I'll go over the aftercare instructions with you," Ari says, reaching for a roll of clear film.

As he carefully covers your new tattoo, his fingers brush against your skin, sending little sparks of electricity through you. You can't help but notice how his large hands handle your wrist with such care and precision.

"There," he says, smoothing down the edges of the wrap. "All protected."

Ari walks you to the front, and your heart races when you see Steve and Curtis speaking quietly with their heads together. Ari clears his throat, and at the sight of you, Curtis nods, rakes his gaze over you once more. “Come back soon, sugar.”

You feel a shiver run down your spine at Curtis's words, but Ari's steady presence beside you helps ground you. Steve steps forward, a warm smile on his face.

"How did it go?" he asks, his eyes flickering to your wrapped wrist.

"It was amazing," you reply, unable to keep the excitement from your voice. "Ari did an incredible job." You extend your wrist, showing off your new tattoo.

Steve nods approvingly. "Beautiful work. Ari’s one of our best. Let's get you checked out."

As Steve begins to ring up your work, Ari leans against the counter beside you. His arm brushes against yours, and you're acutely aware of his proximity.

"Remember," he says softly, his voice low enough that only you can hear, "take care of it. It's a part of you now."

You nod, shyly meeting his intense gaze, looking up at him through your lashes. "I will," you promise, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ari's eyes soften, and he reaches out, his fingers ghosting over the edge of the wrap on your wrist. "Good girl," he murmurs, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

Steve clears his throat, breaking the moment. "All set," he says, handing you a receipt. "We hope to see you again soon."

You nod, suddenly feeling flustered. "Thank you," you manage to say, gathering your things.

As you turn to leave, Ari's hand catches your elbow gently. "Wait," he says, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a small business card and presses it into your hand. "In case you have any questions about the aftercare. Or anything else."

Your fingers brush as you take the card, and you feel a jolt of electricity at the contact. You look down at the card, noting the personal cell phone number scrawled on it. "Thank you."

Ari's blue eyes lock with yours, intense and filled with unspoken promise.

You barely seem to turn away, but somehow manage to break off from the eye contact, and quickly rush out of Obsidian Stain Studio.

You keep Ari’s business card, but as the weeks go by, you don’t use it.

After a couple of months, you move the card from the spot next to where you keep your keys where you see it every day, into the top drawer of your desk. Out of frequent sight, but not out of mind completely.

It’s a solid six months before you return to Obsidian Stain again, but ultimately you do. The bell jingles above your head as you step inside.

The tattoo on your wrist had healed beautifully, and you loved seeing it on your skin. You had decided fairly soon afterwards that you wanted another tattoo, but even after saving up for your next one, it had taken you longer to decide whether to return Obsidian or not, the experience with Ari and encounters with Curtis leaving you torn between terrified and desperately curious to go back.

Ultimately the allure was too strong to deny.

But, more logically, although finally going in to get your first tattoo had been on a whim, you had been very thorough in narrowing down and exploring your options for months before. You knew they were one of the best in your area, especially for the style you wanted, and the price point you knew you could afford while still ensuring quality.

Unwilling to make an appointment, though, you were going to gamble on a walk-in again.

No one was immediately at the front desk, but at the sound of the bell, Steve quickly appears. “Welcome back,” he said, a broad grin on his face.

“Walk-in?” you ask, and remind him of your name.

“Oh, I remember you.” Steve beckons you forward. “Let me see that wrist,” he says.

You offer your arm with pride, and he smiles warmly.

“Looks good. You hit us on a slow day, perfect for a walk in. I’ll get you booked in, and then I’ll take you right back.”

You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as Steve leads you to the back. The familiar scent of antiseptic and ink fills your nostrils, bringing back memories of your last visit. Your eyes scan the room, half hoping and half dreading to see a certain tattooist.

"Curtis is free right now," Steve says, guiding you to a station. "He'll take good care of you."

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of Curtis's name. You remember his intense gaze, his bold words from your last visit. Part of you is disappointed it's not Ari, but another part is intrigued.

Curtis looks up as you approach, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Well, well. Look who's back," he says, his ice blue eyes locking onto yours.

You swallow hard, suddenly feeling very exposed under his gaze. "Hi," you manage evenly.

Curtis's eyes rake over you. "I was hoping you'd come back to us," he says, his voice low and smooth. "What can I do for you today, sugar?"

You begin to explain the design you have in mind - a delicate, line art floral piece. As you talk, Curtis listens intently, occasionally nodding or asking questions. His focus is entirely on you, making you feel both nervous and oddly thrilled.

“And where do you want it?” he finally asks.

You trace an area of your other arm - opposite of the one with your inked-up wrist — moving your fingers over the delicate skin between your wrist and up toward the crook of your elbow.

“Hmm,” he hums. “You sure?”

Your eyes shoot to his. “Yes?” an edge of hesitation now in your voice at his query.

He narrows his eyes slightly, then shakes his head. “No.”

“No?”

“No. A piece like this could work well there, but that’s not where you want me to put this.”

“It… isn’t?”

“No, it should go here,” he says, and he reaches out and brushes his fingers lightly over your ribs instead, causing you to shiver.

He gestures for you to take a seat in the chair. As you settle in, Curtis rolls his stool closer, leaning in. "Now, this is going to be a bit more intense than your other wrist. You sure you're ready for it?"

You nod, trying to project confidence despite the nervous flutter in your stomach. "I'm ready."

Curtis grins, a predatory glint in his eye. "That's what I want to hear from that pretty mouth. Now just sit tight and wait for me while I draw something up.”

Your heart races as you lean back in the chair, Curtis's words echoing in your mind, causing heat to pool in your core. You watch, mesmerized by the intensity of his focus. After a few minutes, he turns back to you, holding up the sketch.

"What do you think?" he asks.

Your breath catches in your throat. The design is beautiful - delicate flowers and vines intertwining in a way that would perfectly follow the curve of your ribs.

"It's perfect," you breathe, unable to take your eyes off the design.

Curtis smirks, clearly pleased with your reaction. "Alright then, let's get started. I'm going to need you to lift your shirt for me."

Your cheeks flush as you slowly raise the hem of your shirt, exposing your ribs. Curtis's eyes darken as they roam over your skin.

"Beautiful canvas," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

You feel exposed, knowing your own soft belly and imperfections, but he looks at you in a way that has your head spinning, it’s a hunger that’s almost reverent.

“Better if you take your shirt off for me, sugar,” he says, his tone firm.

Head swirling, you don’t think to refuse, just do as you’re told. With trembling hands, you pull your shirt over your head, feeling incredibly vulnerable as you sit there in just your bra. Curtis's eyes roam over your exposed skin, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"That's better," he says, his voice low and approving. "Now, let's get you positioned just right."

His hands, surprisingly gentle, guide you to lie back and slightly to the side. You shiver as his fingers trail along your ribs, mapping out where the tattoo will go.

"Nervous?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his tone.

He already knows the answer, but you nod, not trusting your voice.

Curtis leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "Don't worry, sugar. I'll take good care of you."

Your breath catches in your throat at his words. He chuckles softly, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you.

Curtis begins to clean and prepare your skin, his touch clinical yet somehow still intimate. You try to steady your breathing, hyperaware of every point of contact between his hands and your body.

"Now, this is going to hurt more than your wrist did," Curtis warns, his voice low. "But I know you can take it. You're tougher than you look, aren't you, sugar?"

You nod, steeling yourself for the pain. The buzz of the tattoo machine fills the air, and then you feel the first bite of the needle against your skin. You gasp, your body tensing.

"Breathe," Curtis instructs, his free hand coming to rest on your hip, grounding you. "That's it, nice and steady."

As he works, Curtis surprisingly stokes and then keeps up a steady stream of conversation. Mostly it’s inquiry after inquiry, forcing you to focus on finding words, but his deep voice also helps to distract you from the pain. He asks about your life, your interests. You find yourself opening up, sharing more than you intended about your life, your dreams, your fears. His voice continues to provide the counterpoint to the buzz of the tattoo machine.

"You're doing so well," Curtis murmurs, his eyes flicking up to meet yours before returning to his work. "Such a good girl for me."

The praise sends a shiver through you, and you bite your lip to stifle a small moan. Curtis notices, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"Sensitive, aren't you?" he says, his voice low. "I like that."

Your cheeks flush, but you can't deny the thrill his words send through you. The pain of the tattoo blends into the sensations he’s evoking as his hands move with practiced precision across your skin.

"So, sugar, what made you come back for more ink?" he asks, his eyes flicking up to meet yours before returning to his work.

You take a shaky breath before answering. "I loved how the first one turned out. And… I guess I wanted to experience it again."

Curtis chuckles, darkly. "Addictive, isn't it? The pain, the permanence... the intimacy of it all."

His words make your heart race, and you're acutely aware of how close he is, how vulnerable you are beneath his hands.

"Speaking of your first time," Curtis continues, the steadying hand that had been at your waist ghosting just a little lower, "Ari seemed quite taken with you. Did you ever give him a call?"

The question catches you off guard, and you feel a flush creep up your neck. "No, I… I didn't," you admit softly.

Curtis's hand stills for a moment, and he looks up at you, his ice blue eyes intense. "No? Now that's interesting. Why not, sugar?"

You swallow hard, unsure how to answer, yet unable to stop the words from flowing. "I... I guess I was nervous," you finally say.

A slow smile spreads across Curtis's face. "Nervous? Of Ari? Or of what you felt?”

Your cheeks flush at his perceptiveness. "Both, maybe," you whisper.

“Or maybe you were waiting for something else?" His hand resumes its work, but the touch his anchor hand seems more deliberate now, each movement charged with unspoken intent.

"I don't know what you mean.”

Curtis chuckles, a low, dark sound that sends shivers down your spine. "I think you do, sugar. I think you knew exactly what you were doing when you came back here today."

His words hang in the air between you, charged with tension. You can't bring yourself to deny it, can't even find your voice to respond. Curtis seems to take your silence as confirmation.

"That's what I thought," he murmurs, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

The buzz of the tattoo machine fills the silence as Curtis returns his focus to your ribs. You try to steady your breathing, acutely aware of every point of contact between his skin and yours. The pain of the tattoo blends with the heat pooling in your core, creating a heady mix of sensations.

"Tattoo nearly done," Curtis says after what feels like hours.

You let out a shaky breath, a mix of relief and disappointment washing over you. The intense experience is coming to an end, but part you that scares you doesn't want it to.

"Just a few more touches," Curtis murmurs, his eyes focused intently on your skin, and the buzz of the machine continues for a few more minutes.

"There we go," Curtis murmurs. He wipes away the excess ink, then sits back to admire his work. His eyes roam over your exposed skin, a mixture of professional pride and something darker in his gaze. "Want to take a look?"

You nod, not trusting your voice. Curtis helps you sit up, steadying you with a hand on your lower back as you move to face the mirror. Your breath catches in your throat as you see the intricate design now adorning your ribs. The delicate flowers and vines seem to bloom across your skin, following the curves of your body perfectly.

"It's perfect," you whisper, unable to take your eyes off the mirror.

Curtis's smile widens, and his eyes darken. "Of course it is. I knew exactly what you needed."

His words send another shiver through you, but then suddenly you feel the heat of him too close, and he’s pressed right up against your back, planting his large hands on your hips and caging you in.

"You're trembling," Curtis murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. His hands tighten on your hips, holding you steady against him. "Are you scared, sugar?"

You can't find your voice to answer, your heart pounding in your chest. You're acutely aware of every point of contact between your bodies - his broad chest against your back, his strong hands on your hips, the heat of him seeping through your skin.

"Or maybe," he continues, his voice low and dark, "you're excited."

One of his hands slides up your side, carefully avoiding the fresh tattoo, until it comes to rest just below your breast. Your breath hitches, and you see your pupils dilate in the mirror's reflection.

"That's what I thought," Curtis says, satisfaction clear in his tone. "You've been thinking about this, haven't you? Since the moment you walked in.”

You can feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the faint scent of ink and something uniquely him. Your heart races, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through you.

"Tell me, sugar," Curtis murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "Did you come back here hoping to see Ari? Or were you hoping it would be me?"

You swallow hard, your mind spinning. "I… I don't know," you manage to whisper.

Curtis chuckles, the sound low and dark. "I think you do know. I think you've been thinking about this for months." His hands slide up and down your sides, careful to avoid the fresh tattoo. "Thinking about what it would be like if you came back. If you let yourself give in."

Your breath hitches. “No.”

“No?” he challenges. His right hand, still gloved, audaciously slips past your waistband and down the front of your panties to cup your pussy. He laughs softly, discovering a growing wetness there. “Yes.”

You gasp as Curtis's hand begins to stroke your most intimate area, your body betraying you with its response. Your mind races, torn between the thrill of his touch and the shock at how quickly things have escalated.

"Wait," you manage to breathe out, your voice shaky. "We shouldn't…"

Curtis pauses, his hand stilling but not withdrawing. "Why not?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "Your body is telling me a different story, sugar."

You're acutely aware of how exposed you are, standing there in just your bra with Curtis pressed against your back, his hand between your legs. The mirror reflects your flushed face and wide eyes, Curtis's intense gaze locked on you.

"Someone could walk in," you whisper, a weak protest even to your own ears.

Curtis chuckles darkly. "They could.”

Your mind is spinning, caught between the intense sensations and the voice in your head screaming that this is wrong, that you shouldn't be doing this here, now, with him. But your body betrays you, responding eagerly to his touch.

"Curtis," you manage to whisper, your voice shaky, and tears springing up in your eyes. "We can��t—"

"Shh," he soothes, his free hand coming up to gently grip your throat. Not choking, just holding. "Don't overthink it, sugar. Just feel."

His fingers continue their exploration, finding your clit and circling it slowly. You bite back a moan, plant your hands on the mirror, and your hips rock back against him.

“Fuck, knew you wanted this,” he speaks directly into your ear.

You whimper and shake your head, but then his hand moves up to cover your mouth. “Gotta keep more quiet than that unless you want someone else to join us, sugar.”

Your eyes desperately seek his in the mirror, fear flashing in them, and the tears begin to spill over. There’s a predatory glint in his icy blue gaze.

His fingers continue their skilled ministrations, drawing forth sensations you've never experienced before. Your body betrays you, responding eagerly to his touch despite your mind's protests. You're caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - fear, excitement, shame, and an overwhelming, undeniable pleasure.

"Look at yourself," Curtis commands softly, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. "See how beautiful you are like this."

You force yourself to look, to really see yourself - flushed cheeks, wide eyes, chest heaving with each ragged breath. Curtis behind you, his large frame dwarfing yours, his hand between your legs, the other still gently but firmly covering your mouth.

Curtis's eyes meet yours in the mirror, his gaze intense and predatory. The fear in your eyes seems to excite him further, his grip on you tightening slightly.

"Don't worry, sugar," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “I knew all those pretty tears were just for show, you want this just as badly as I do, and I've got you."

His words send a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through you. You're acutely aware of how vulnerable you are, how easily he could overpower you if he wanted to. And yet, there's a part of you that thrills at the danger, at the forbidden nature of what's happening.

Curtis's fingers continue their skilled exploration, drawing involuntary gasps and moans from you that are muffled by his hand. Each deliberate movement sends waves of sensation coursing through your body, igniting a fire that you never expected to feel. Your body continues to betray you, responding to his touch despite your mind's protests, creating a tumultuous conflict within you. The thrill of the moment is undeniable, yet a flicker of apprehension lingers in the background, whispering the dangers of being caught in such an intimate entanglement, making it impossible to pull away.

"Damn, that’s a pretty sight,” a familiar voice jolts you nearly out of your skin, and you whip your head around to see Ari looming in the entry.

Curtis stops only for a moment and looks over his shoulder at the other man. "Didn't anyone teach you it's rude to interrupt?"

Ari shrugs, all nonchalance, and palms the large bulge pressing at the front of his jeans.

Your heart races, caught between exhilaration and apprehension. The sight of Ari standing there, a blend of curiosity, mischief, and lust in his eyes, adds an element of unpredictability that excites and terrifies you.

Curtis grunts, then says, “I’m not stopping, but I’ll share.”

Your jaw would have dropped to the floor in that moment had Curtis’s hand not been holding it in place, securing your response and anchoring you to the present. The idea of a threesome, tantalizing yet fraught with risk, swirls in your mind. How did this escalate so quickly? The thought of being discovered sends a shiver down your spine, but the allure of the forbidden is intoxicating, pulling you deeper into the moment.

You sob, overwhelmed and afraid, but it’s muffled as Curtis turns your body around with him, his grip firm yet reassuring His fingers are still moving, relentless and sure, and you can hardly focus on anything else. Your mind races through the possibilities, the dangerous thrill of being discovered adding an exhilarating layer to the encounter. Would Ari join in, or would he simply stand by and watch, adding to the intensity of the moment? The idea of indulging in such a forbidden experience fills you with a mix of dread and excitement, as if you’re teetering on the edge of a cliff, about to leap into the unknown.

Ari pulls a privacy curtain you had failed to notice across the opening to the booth before taking the few short steps to close the distance between you. This sudden shield from prying eyes heightens the anticipation, transforming the atmosphere into one charged with desire and unspoken possibilities. Ari traces the back of his forefinger down the column of your throat, down your sternum, between your breasts, and then circles around the expanse of your new tattoo, eyes roaming over the beautiful design.

Not to be forgotten, Curtis tweaks your clit, cracking the pleasure that had been mounting like a whip, demanding an orgasm from your body, and you tremble in his arms as you cling to him. Each flick of his fingers sends shivers through you, igniting a fiery response that leaves you gasping for more.

“Knew you were such a good girl,” Ari praises, and your chest surges from his praise, his low, sultry voice invading your mind. Then, he unzips his jeans, the sound echoing in the booth like a promise yet to be fulfilled. He goes to sit on the black leather chair, pushing his pants and boxer briefs down around his ankles, revealing the enticing sight of his big, throbbing cock.

Curtis lifts you with ease and places you in Ari's lap. The transition is seamless, and you find yourself enveloped in the warmth of Ari's embrace. His hands instinctively find their way to your hips, grounding you as you settle in. With Curtis standing close, the dynamic continues to shift and evolve. You can feel the heat radiating from both men, each one eager to exact pleasure, and you hope the fire doesn’t consume you completely.

“Take off your bra,” Ari directs you.

Your eyes widen over his immediate demands, but, nervous as you still are, you don’t hesitate to do as he says. His hands on your hips hold you steady while you reach around to unclasp, and then you let it drop and fall away, biting your lip. Ari groans appreciatively, and grinds your core against his cock. You let out a shuddering breath at the friction, but it’s a singular sensation for only a moment, because then Ari dips his head and takes one of your breasts into his hot, wet mouth, and you gasp. Your fingers tangle immediately into his hair, looking for some kind of anchor.

Vaguely you hear the rustle of fabric from Curtis close behind you, and then you feel the heat of his now naked chest press against your back. He nips lightly at your neck, but then pulls back slightly. He rucks your loose skirt up over your hips, but then he rips the fabric of your panties right off, and you yelp in surprise.

Ari’s quick to muffle your sound by shifting his lips from your breast to your mouth, but his lips and tongue are no less eager, and the kiss is delicious and demanding, and you’re easily almost completely lost in him again. But Curtis has also discarded his gloves, and now his warm, calloused hands move slowly up your thighs before squeezing your hips, then start to knead the flesh of your round ass.

Curtis places a hand between your shoulders and pushes you forward, coaxing you against Ari’s chest. Ari takes the hint and leans back in the reclined chair, pulling you with him. This exposes your most intimate parts to Curtis, and he spreads you open, then presses his tongue flat against your cunt, eliciting a moan that, luckily, is swallowed up by Ari, who’s still eagerly kissing you, and now kneading your breasts in his large hands. Curtis continues to lick and lap at your cunt, but then his tongue begins to move up, and then suddenly he’s tonguing the tight rosebud of your ass, and you whimper and freeze.

Ari stops when you stop, pulling away to look at your face and assess the situation.

Curtis teases you with his tongue for another moment before pausing to pull away as well.

“Not a virgin,” he guesses, “but never had anyone play with your ass, have you, sugar?”

You close your eyes and try to take a steadying breath, your, “no,” soft and barely audible.

“Do you want him to stop?” Ari asks, and you can feel him studying your face.

Your mind is racing, but you remain frozen, unsure of what to say.

Ari brings one hand up to stroke your cheek. You lean into his touch and open your eyes again, but still don’t speak.

“Keep going,” he says to Curtis, and Curtis does.

While Curtis works your tightest hole with his tongue, still splaying your cheeks open, Ari reaches down to slip two fingers into your dripping cunt, and you eagerly rock your hips for more. Ari smiles, then brings you down with his other hand to kiss you again.

When you’re positively humping his hand, Ari pulls back from kissing you again with a darker laugh than you expected, but you’re so far gone between them, you think of stopping or slowing at all now.

“Open your eyes,” he commands.

But it doesn’t register.

He withdraws your fingers and slaps your pussy, making you gasp and groan, and your eyes whip open.

His dark blue irises are barely visible, pupils blown wide with lust, and it just cause another surge of electricity to run through you to your core.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”

And then it’s his cock nudging at your entrance.

“Ari,” you groan.

“Since that first fucking minute I saw you in the lobby,” he says. He taps his cock aggressively against your swollen clit, and you keen for him. “Knew you were an innocent little thing, and I wanted to absolutely ruin you.”

You bite your lip, unable to look away from him, and think of that day, too.

“We both wanted to ruin you,” Curtis adds. And his finger takes over where his tongue had been, working gently but insistently into your ass.

You moan softly, but the two men hear it and exchange a glance over your shoulder. Ari looks pleased.

“I didn’t touch you that day, only teased you, enticed you. I knew you’d be back,” he growls. “Shame I didn’t have you on my chair again, but that wasn’t going to stop me.”

He pushes your lips back to his for another devouring kiss, but it’s brief.

“You’re desperate to be filled up, aren’t you?” he asks.

Closing your eyes again, you whimper and drop your forehead to his, but your answer is undeniable. “Yes.”

“You didn’t have to wait this long, but we won’t punish you for that. We’re patient men.”

“It only gave us more time to think of all the ways we’ll take you apart, sugar,” Curtis murmurs against your shoulder, then presses open-mouthed kisses against your hot skin there.

And then Ari is slipping his cock inside of your cunt, slow, insistent, and doesn’t stop until he’s into the hilt, pushing all the air out of your lungs. He’s so big it feels like he’s everywhere, and it takes you concentrating on making your lungs work again to suck in deep breaths, impossibly full of him.

But as full as you feel, it wasn’t everything. Because while Ari was slipping his cock inside you, Curtis had removed his fingers, and now his thick cock was splitting you open and finding room in a hole that had never been filled before, and it was unfamiliar pain, but already pressing into impossible pleasure, and really, you had to press your palms to the leather on either side of Ari’s head and focus on breathing and only breathing if you were going to survive this.

And then they both began to move.

In and out and in and out and inandout.

And you were sure you were going to black out or bliss out from how full you were and all the sensations surging through your body and –

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Help Me (Pt. 3)

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!reader

Synopsis: Rafe and Y/n finally seal the deal ;)

Warnings: Smut, language, stitches?

Word Count: 2.6k+

You'd been staying with the Camerons for three weeks now. When Ward and Rose came home from their trip you were extremely nervous. A beat up Pogue in their house was surely not something they'd want.

But you were wrong. They were nothing but welcoming to you. Sarah had explained to them what happened. Rafe followed you around like a lost puppy. Even Wheezie ended up loving you, coming to you to gossip about boys and school.

Rafe was clean and his parents could see it. Having you around really improved his behavior. You were respectful and kind and even stayed home with Wheezie when they had events to attend. Rose even offered you a job as her assistant when you were feeling better.

They'd even let John B and JJ come by. John B already worked for Ward. JJ was still skeptical of you and Rafe but he was still on his best behavior when he came over.

Rafe slept with you most nights, wanting to make sure he was there incase you needed anything. He was always so gentle and cautious not to hurt you while you healed. Your bruising had mostly subsided. You were finally starting to look like yourself again.

--

"You ready?" Rafe asked as you finished applying mascara to your lashes.

"Fuck yes." You said. "I can't wait to get these things out of me."

Today was the day you were having your stitches removed. You couldn't be more excited to heal and go back to your old self.

"We can stop and see JJ after," Rafe said as he took your hand and lead you downstairs.

"Are you excited?!" Wheezie asked as you walked into the kitchen.

"To stop looking like the bride of Frankenstein? Absolutely." You responded with a smile.

"Think you'll be ready to work?" Rose asks with a smile.

"Definitely! I'm sick of laying around doing nothing."

"Glad to hear it!"

"Okay, we gotta go or you're going to miss your appointment." Rafe scolded, knowing full well you will get sucked into a conversation with Wheezie and Rose.

You waved goodbye as Rafe dragged you out the door and helped you in to his truck.

"I can do it myself, you know," You say as he picks you up and places you into the passenger seat.

"Nope. Not going to risk you getting hurt again." He says before placing a kiss on your cheek and shutting the door.

You smile at the gesture. He was so protective over you. Normally this would annoy you but everything Rafe does makes you feel so happy and safe.

He climbed into the drivers seat and started the car.

"You ready to go, pretty girl?" He smiles over to you.

"I'll be pretty in an hour when these things are out of my face." You say, tracing over your stitches as you look in the mirror.

"You're pretty always. No matter what."

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Rafe held your hand as the doctor slowly pulled each stitch out of your skin. You winced at the pain but it was no where near as bad as it was three weeks ago.

"You're doing good, baby." He said, playing with your hair behind your back.

"Really glad I was passed out when Ricky put them in," You chuckle.

Rafe tries to smile but the thought of that night still tugs at his heart. He'd barely left you alone since. If you weren't with him, he made sure you were with JJ. The few nights you'd spent at the Chateau with your brother and friends, he stayed up all night pacing. He'd text you and you would respond. He swallowed the urge to not over do it though. The last thing he'd want is to push you away.

"And done!" The doctor announces.

You stand up and go to the mirror. Your fingers trace over the scars left on your face and collar bone. You smile sadly. You were so happy the stitches were out but you knew you'd have these scares forever.

"Beautiful," Rafe says as he wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head. "Absolutely beautiful."

His words make you blush. The fact Rafe has seen you at your absolute worst and still worships the ground you walk on was all you needed.

"Come on," You say, dragging him out of the doctors office. "JJ is waiting."

Rafe's fingers are laced with yours the whole ride to the Chateau. He always got nervous being around the Pogues. Even though his own sister was one of them. It wasn't that he was scared of them. He just cared so much about you and he wanted your brother to accept him. Had he known JJ Maybank's sister would be the love of his life, he would have been a lot nicer to him before.

You pull up to John B's house. Rafe quickly jumps out and comes around to help you out.

The Pogues watch from the porch. JJ runs out to greet you.

"Hey, sis!" He says, wrapping you into a tight hug.

"Hey, J! How are you?"

"Good! Went fishing this morning. Grillin' em up now if you guys are hungry." JJ says. His eyes flicker to Rafe's.

Rafe stands behind you with his hands in his pockets. You turn to look at him. "You hungry, babe?"

His eyes shot up at you. You had never called him any pet name before. "Uhm, yeah, I could eat." He said.

JJ offered him a small smile. You skipped ahead to go say hi to everyone.

"How's she doing?" JJ asked as he trailed behind with Rafe.

"She's doing really well." Rafe answered. "Wheezie really loves her. So do my parents. Rose offered her a job."

JJ laughs. "Yeah, she seems happy. She's really happy with you."

"I try to make her happy," Rafe says as he watches you laugh with your friends. "I love her," He confesses.

JJ bites his lip and nods. Still not fully comfortable with the situation.

"Does she know?"

"No," Rafe shakes his head. "But I'll tell her."

"Look man," JJ starts. "We've had our issues. A lot of fucking issues. But my sister is all I have left. You make her happier than I've ever seen her. I don't want to ruin that for her. I'm willing to set shit aside in order to make her happy."

Rafe smiled, looking down at his feet before looking back at JJ. "I am too." He says, offering his hand to JJ.

JJ offers a small smile and shakes his hand. "Come eat, man!" He says as he hops over to the grill.

Rafe sits down on the couch and pulls you into his arms for a hug. You cling to him as he rocks you back and forth.

Sarah smiles at the two of you. She'd never seen her brother so happy and she was excited to finally see him clean and doing well.

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After you ate you all made your way to the dock. John B and JJ were doing backflips off the boat. Pope, Sarah, and Kie all sat around drinking beer, laughing at the boys. You and Rafe sat on the dock, letting your feet trail in the water below.

The sunset was beautiful. Fading into a variety of warm colors. Rafe was glowing with the way the evening light kissed his tan skin.

You couldn't deny you'd been crushing on Rafe since the night you met him. The way he mumbled about how pretty you were when you helped his drunk ass off the beach. "Are you an angel?" He asked you multiple times as he clung to you.

Now you were living at his house, attached at the hip. Everything felt effortless with Rafe. You were just happy all the time. Watching movies with him and Wheezie, cooking dinner together, laying in bed talking. There was never a dull moment.

"Y/N?" Rafe's voice brought you back to the present moment.

"Yeah?" You ask, looking over at him. His messy hair blew slightly in the wind.

"Uhm...I just wanted to ask you..." He began, chewing on his nails.

"Ask me what, Rafey?"

"A-are we like...like...w-what are we?"

You smile at him and furrow your brows. "I don't know, Rafe. What are we?"

He chuckled awkwardly. "I mean, uhh...I'd like...I mean-"

You couldn't help but laugh as he tripped over his words.

"I'd like if you were my girlfriend," He finally admitted.

The rest of the Pogues were now listening in on your conversation.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to you, pressing your lips to his. He kisses you back as he smiles at the gesture.

"Does that answer your question?" You whisper as you pull away slightly.

He just nods and smiles and kisses you again. You can hear Sarah and Kiara cheering from behind you.

"Really? Can you not mack on my sister right in front of me?" JJ scolds jokingly.

Rafe puts his hands up in surrender and pulls away from you. You just laugh and flip JJ off.

"You wanna go home and seal the deal?" You ask, biting your lip.

Rafe's eyes widen and he immediately jumps to his feet. "We're heading home!" He announces, helping you up.

"Oh, yuck!" Sarah scoffs, knowing exactly what caused his sudden excitement.

"You need a ride, Sarah?" Rafe asked, keeping his focus on you.

"Are you kidding? We share a wall, Rafe. I'm staying here tonight."

"Oh my God." JJ groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Love you, J!" You say as you pull Rafe towards the truck.

"Yup. Love you too!" JJ says as he shakes the thought of you and Rafe together from his mind. John B, Pope, and Kie just laugh at how uncomfortable Sarah and JJ are.

Rafe opens the passenger door for you and helps you in before running and jumping into the driver's seat. You giggle at his eagerness.

Rafe keeps his hand on your thigh the whole drive back to Tanneyhill. Slowly inching closer to your pussy as his fingers explore your skin.

You could already feel yourself dripping with need. When you pulled into Tanneyhill you didn't even wait for Rafe to open the door for you. You practically fell out of the truck and ran to meet him. Lips connecting with his instantly.

"I'm supposed to help you out," He pants against your neck, placing kisses on your skin.

"Help me up," You demand.

Rafe smiles and grabs your ass as you jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. He moans into the kiss as he stumbles to the house, sloppily opening the door and slamming you into the wall of the foyer.

"Rafe-"

You both freeze, lips still locked on his as you both open your eyes. Rafe slowly releases you to the floor.

"Hey dad," Rafe says as the two of you round the corner to see Ward, Rose, and Wheezie having dinner.

The two of you stood there, looking guilty with your messy hair and red cheeks. You awkwardly pulled the strap of your tank top back onto your shoulder.

Ward and Rose look at you knowingly and Wheezie just scoffs.

"Would the two of you like some dinner?" Rose asks.

"Uhm, we ate at John B's." You state. "JJ went fishing."

"Yeah, uhm..." Rafe begins. "And we both have to be up early for work tomorrow. Right dad? Rose?"

You nod in agreement. As the two of you slowly back away towards the stairs.

"So we're just gonna get to bed!"

Rose and Ward chuckle at your awkwardness.

"Ew," Wheezie spits. "Just go already!"

And with that, you and Rafe practically race upstairs to his bedroom.

"Subtle," Rose laughs as she sips her wine.

"I'm so over teenagers," Ward chuckles.

--

As soon as Rafe pulls you into his room he slams the door behind you and pushes you up against it, kissing you with force.

You tug at the buttons on his shirt, surely ripping a few as you shove the fabric from his shoulders.

He grabs the hem of your shirt and brings it up over your head before biting at your neck hungrily. "Is this okay?" He asked between nips.

"I'm healed, Rafe. Don't be gentle." You tell him.

He kisses his way down your body until he reaches your jeans. He's quick to undo the buttons and pull them to the floor along with your panties, leaving you completely exposed to him.

You bite your lip as his eyes flicker up to yours. "You're fucking dripping, baby girl." He smiles.

He brings one of your legs over his shoulder, your back still pressed to the wall as he slides his tongue over the length of your pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" You pant, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He slides his middle finger inside you as his tongue dances around your clit.

You could feel yourself coming undone at the sensation.

He slides a second finger into you and you almost collapse but he brings his hand up to your ass to keep you balanced.

"Rafe, oh my God-"

He pulls your other leg up over his shoulder. Rafe and the wall are the only things keeping you upright now.

"Cum for me, baby girl." He says between your legs.

You could hardly contain yourself as you reached your high. His hands wrapped around your thighs as you vibrated against him.

"Fuck, Rafe!" You screamed, not caring who heard. "Oh my fucking God!"

Rafe smiled as he licked you clean. He let your legs slide off his shoulders as you relaxed.

"That's my girl," He praises as he comes up to place a kiss on your lips.

You give him the devil's grin as you fall to your knees in front of him. "Let me make you feel good, baby." You tell him as you fiddle with his zipper. When you finally free his cock from it's restraints you bite your lip and meet his gaze. "Big boy," You say before running the tip of your tongue against his length.

"Fuuuuuck," He moans.

You smile before wrapping your lips around his cock and slowly sinking him into your throat.

"Jesus Christ, baby," He gasps as he watches you swallow every inch of him.

You could feel his knees weaken as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock. You pulled back, drool still connecting your lips to him as you looked him in the eyes. His face was priceless, absolutely stunned at your talent.

You smirked before spitting on his dick and getting back to work.

You felt his fingers tangle through your hair, pushing his cock deeper into your throat and you accepted him.

"I'm gonna fucking cum," He panted.

You let him take control, fucking himself into your throat as you gagged on his cock. He thrusted deep into your face as he released himself. You could feel the warm liquid trickle down your throat before he pulled out.

You looked up to him and smiled as you swallowed. Mascara was running down your cheeks and cum dripping from your chin.

"Pretty girl," He smiled down at you, still clutching your hair. "Get on the bed."

You did as you were told. Rafe climbed on top of you and pressed his hand against your cheek, brushing his thumb over your skin as he bit his lip. "Can I make love to you, sweetheart?"

You beamed at him, loving how sweet he was to you. "Mhmm, please." You nodded.

He lined himself up at your entrance and pushed into you slowly.

You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He pushed your knees up before snaking his arms behind your back. You clung to him as he thrusted into you slowly.

"Beautiful, perfect angel," He whispered into your ear. Your nails dug into his shoulder as he continued to press into you.

The feeling of his cock sliding against your walls was euphoric.

"Mine," He moaned. And with that you could feel yourself come undone.

"All yours," You told him as you reached your climax. He held you tight as you vibrated against him, bringing him to his own orgasm. You sucked on his neck as you felt him fill you.

"You're a God." He whispered, resting his head on your chest.

"Let me take you higher," You hissed as you rolled over and straddled him. "I'll show you God."

[billskeis]

tom fluff please

ᡣ𐭩 tom w his new hair do

a heavy sigh was heard from the front door, your boyfriend had just came home from a hair appointment the both of you were anticipating. as shoes shuffled, waiting to be taken off, you ran at the speed of light outside your bedroom and beelined it for the front of the house.

“hi baby! let me see your hair,” you almost tripped going down the stairs due to your hurries to see tom’s new hair.

“sorry schatzi not right now..” his voice and breath was thick. he sounded upset, as though he just didn’t want to talk to you or anyone at the moment.

you didn’t want to pressure him into showing you, but he seemed so excited before he left? what happened?

he places a kiss on your cheek and heads towards the bathroom, you stand there, confused. next thing you hear is the sound of the bathroom door being locked, and tom never locks the door.

what’s going on?

you knock on the door, “tom? what’s wrong?” silence. you didn’t hear anything from behind the door, until he finally spoke for after what seems like forever, “n-nothing baby.. just, give me a minute i’m taking a shit alright?” you let your hand rest on the doorknob for a moment.

at this point you just thought to leave your boyfriend alone, maybe with some time, he will show you. ready to leave the foyer, you take your first step to go back into the bedroom to wait for him.

that was until you heard the door creak open and a sniffle.

whipping to turn your head around, you’re faced with your boyfriend who’s head is down. he has a hat covering his head, unrevealing his new hairdo to you. you witness a couple of tears fall from his face to the floor, “baby! what’s wrong??”

“will you like it?” he says every word with a sniffle following after. his voice is shaky, how could tom be so upset after something so exciting? “like what?” “like my hair..”

you soften your gaze at him, you rub circles on his shoulder to comfort him knowing how much he loves physical touch. feeling him ease under your touch, he begins to remove the hat, slowly, you bite your lip in anticipation.

not about the new hair, but how sensitive your boyfriend is. you’d love it regardless to what he’s done to it.

“the media.. it’s only been a few hours since i’ve gotten it done. four fucking hours. but those four hours let people to just—fuck, say shit.. mean shit..” “like what baby?” “go back to your old hair, you’re not as attractive anymore, we don’t like this new hairstyle, blahblahblah—like i can’t fucking take it anymore schatzi..”

you bring tom into a warm embrace, his head immediately falls into your shoulders, nuzzling his head into the crevice between your neck and head. because he’s taller than you, he has to lean a bit down.

and despite the size different between the two of you, he feels so safe within your arms.

“oh tom… don’t listen to them, come, raise your head and let me see.” you let go of your boyfriend so he can show you the new hair he got.

they’re braids, he also went from his lightbrown matt locks to black hair. and god, did he look so fucking hot.

“what!! tomi you look so incredibly good with them..” “my so-called fans don’t think so,” you cup his face with both your hands, his cheeks are soft. you use your thumb to wipe away the tears still shedding.

“then they’re not your fans.. real fans would appreciate and love the new look, i know i do!” he looks at you, eyes all glossy and shiny. tom smiles slightly feeling more comfortable in the compliments you unleash at him.

“my beautiful, handsome boy, how could anyone ever hate this new look? i love it…” he turns his head a bit to kiss the inside of your palm, “thank you, thank you liebling. you don’t understand how much i really needed to hear this,” “anytime! it’s my duty, isn’t it?” “that it is.”

the two of you share a laugh, “now come, let’s get you into bed yea?” you take your hands into his and lead your new, dashing boyfriend upstairs.

“y/n baby, you haven’t stopped touching them ever since we got into bed,” the two of your bodies are intertwined with another, a movie playing in the background as this is how you guys wanted to unwind for tonight.

“not my fault! i’m toootally obsessed, i mean, no sane person wouldn’t be!” “i guess you’re right.” finally, he agrees. he’s been so insecure since this afternoon, and after some time, he’s finally getting used to the hair.

you twirl one of the braids in between your fingers, asking him a bunch of questions such as how long did it take, who did them, and how do we take care of them. to the opposite of your surprise, tom was able to answer all these questions.

you really liked hearing him talk, the reason for this was to also let your boyfriend ramble and forget about all the negativity from earlier.

he was so cute, the way his lips curled upwards into a smile as he mentioned how nice the ladies were when they were doing his hair. the way he licks his lips to wet them after his mouth gets dry from talking too much.

oh, and don’t forget the eye contact.

he will look at you the whole time, endearingly, he will probably tell you later but you can tell how much he really appreciates it that you were so understanding of him and his concerns.

“oh! and they gave me this oil to put in them, and this, uh—silk to put around my head to sleep in, it’s so cool!” he pauses, “you good schatzi?” “yeayea, nothing’s wrong.. i just really like hearing you talk, voice s’nice,” “really? thank you :).”

man, the way he smiled at you.. your boyfriend was extremely beautiful inside and out.

[harryyskiwii]

Summary: You get your wisdom teeth removed and Harry looks after you.

Pairing: Boyfriend Harry x Reader

Word count: 2,290

A/N: Thank you to the lovely follower who requested this! I had fun writing this. hope you enjoy it!

The day you had been dreading was finally here; the day were had to have your wisdom teeth removed. You were grateful that Harry was able to take the day off to come with you and look after you. To say you were nervous was an understatement and you couldn’t hide it.

“You’re shaking love” Harry remarked as he looked across at you for a brief moment while he was driving and placing his hand on top of yours to help comfort you.

You hadn’t noticed were visibly shaking but you looked down and saw your shaky hands, you sighed in frustration.

“I hate this” and Harry smiled sympathetically “I know you do babe. Just think, within an hour it’ll all be done and we’ll be back home. I’ll be with you the whole time, you can squeeze my hand as hard as you want” he offered and you smiled over at him.

“Fancy switching places with me?” You joked and he stifled a laugh “if I could I would babe but you’re gonna be just fine, think happy thoughts” he said, which was much easier said than done.

You weren’t being ‘put under’ for it since your dentist had assured you wouldn’t need it and that the teeth were “easily accessible” whatever that meant in dentist talk so you were more nervous that you would be awake the entire time.

He pulled up outside the dental practice and turned off the engine. You were sitting with your head against the headrest, trying to hold it together. You let out a shaky breath to try and slow your heart rate down.

“Breathe baby, you’re okay. Take a big deep breath in” Harry instructed as he helped you slow down your breathing. You did as Harry said and held it for a few seconds “and slowly out” he said and you blew out, trying to calm down.

“Better?” He asked and you nodded, keeping your eyes closed. “It’ll be okay, I know it’s scary but I won’t leave your side alright? I know you can do this” he said brushing a piece of hair away from your face.

You sighed once again and opened your eyes to see Harry looking at you sympathetically.

“Come on, let’s get it over with” he said as he encouraged you. You knew you had to do it, there was no way of getting out of it so you pulled yourself out of the car and took Harry’s hand for support as you walked into the dentist.

If your stomach wasn’t already doing somersaults before, it certainly was now that the all too familiar clinical smell hit you like a ton of bricks as soon as you stepped inside.

“I feel sick” you whispered to Harry “it’s okay, just try to slow your breathing down. Go and sit down and I’ll check you in” he said placing a kiss on your forehead.

You walked over to the waiting room and took a seat in one of the empty chairs. Luckily, there was only one older man reading a paper who was sitting in there with you.

You looked at your phone for the time, it was 9:55am, it only 5 minutes until your appointment. Your stomach felt queasy and you had started shaking again. Your heart stopped when you heard the waiting room door open but relaxed slightly when you seen it was only Harry coming to join you.

“You okay?” He said quietly while he was coming to join you.

“I’m great, never been better” you replied sarcastically and he laughed.

“Alright missy, enough with the sarcasm”

“Sorry, ignore me” you said to him.

“I’ll never ignore you” he said putting his arm around you for comfort. “How about after this we head home and have a movie day on the sofa?”

You nodded in response and it was quiet for a few seconds until the waiting room door opened again.

A young dental nurse came in and called for the man who was reading the paper. You were dreading your name being called next.

The thought of a man pulling 4 teeth out of your mouth while you were awake in just under 5 minutes, terrified you so much so that you were ready to stand up and leave, that was until the waiting room door being opened and you heard your name being called.

You must have looked like a rabbit in headlights as Harry chuckled a little next to you.

“Come on love” Harry said as he stood up and held his hand out for you to take.

You stood up, taking his hand and looking towards the door to see an older looking lady with dark brown hair which was pinned back with a claw clip.

“Morning darling! How are you today?” She asked kindly as you approached.

“Fine thank you” you replied sheepishly.

“Gorgeous day today isn’t it! I just love the sunshine, I wish it could stay all year round” she said cheerily as she led you back to the room. Her name tag read 'Anne' which comforted you a little bit as she sort of reminded you of Harry’s mum, Anne, who always chatted away and made you feel comfortable.

She was a bubbly woman who looked to be in her 50’s with dark brunette hair.

You couldn’t really concentrate on what she was saying however as you were just trying your best not to faint as you walked through the corridor.

Approaching the room, Anne held the door open for you “Here we are, on you two go in”

You walked in and a new wave of nausea hit you when you saw the dental chair.

“Hi y/n, in you come and take a seat” the dentist who was in his late 40’s said as you and Harry walked in.

You smiled sheepishly and said hello as you took a seat in the chair, Harry introducing himself to the dentist and then sitting down on the little couch that was situated by the window for friends and family.

“How are you today?” He asked as he pulled on a pair of gloves to get started.

“Fine thank you” you replied, your voice shaky as you couldn’t hide the fact you were scared.

“A bit nervous?” He said sensing your fear and you nodded “yeah, I’m not looking forward to it” you said and he smiled sympathetically.

“I completely understand, do you want me to run through how we’ll do it to try and put your mind at ease?”

You nodded and the dentist spent the next 5 minutes talking briefly over how the appointment would go. It did help put your mind at ease a little bit but you stomach was still doing summersaults.

“Think you’re okay to get started?” The dentist asked and you took a deep breath in and nodded your head before you could back out.

“Great, as I said just focus on your breathing the whole time and I’ll try get you out of here as quick as I can” he said which you appreciated.

You let out another shaky breath and tried to hold back tears as you really didn’t want to do this.

“You okay?” Harry asked and you nodded, tears filling your eyes. As soon as he asked you that, you couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“Come here” he said coming over to hug you as you cried quietly into his shoulder.

“Aw darling, let me get you some tissues” Anne the nurse said when she noticed you crying.

“Talk to us, what are you most nervous about? Is there anything in particular we can do to help you?” She said coming over to you and handing you some tissues.

You thanked her and wiped away your tears. “Just all of it” you said and took a deep breath to try and compose yourself.

“Okay, how about you take a couple of minutes, have some water and we can take it from there? There’s no rush today y/n, take all the time you need. I’ll go and get you a bottle of water” Anne said placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder for comfort.

“We’ll look after you y/n, sit there for a few moments and we’ll start when you’re ready” the dentist said and you thanked him.

You sat with Harry for a few minutes, sipping on the water as he comforted you and hyped you up to get the tooth taken out.

“How are you feeling now?” The dentist said as he came to face you.

“A bit better now thank you, sorry I don’t know what that was I just got overwhelmed” you felt you had to apologise for your earlier emotional outburst.

“Don’t apologise, I don’t want you being upset. Do you feel as though you would be ready to start? It will only take 30 minutes max I promise” the dentist said to you and you looked to Harry who was crouching down by the dental chair.

“You can do this” he encouraged and you took a deep breath and nodded, allowing them to start the procedure.

The procedure actually went better than you thought with the teeth being removed in under 30 minutes. Harry was constantly by your side, rubbing and kissing your hand both as you were getting the injections to numb you and as the teeth were coming out. You were certain without him being there, you wouldn’t have been able to have gotten through it.

You were so relieved when the chair was being brought back up and you saw Harry smiling proudly at you.

“Well done my love, it’s all over with now. Just keep biting on that gauze for me” Anne said.

“You did really well y/n, especially considering how nervous you were. It was a straightforward procedure and the good news is the recovery time is only about a week” the dentist told you.

“I’ll go over some aftercare instructions with you but I’ll give you a leaflet also as I know it can be a lot to take in" The next few moments consisted of the dentist telling you how to look after the extraction sites and things to do and what not to do, not that you were taking it in as you were just relieved it was over and still in a bit of shock of what had just happened but nodded your head in agreement.

“Great. You’re free to go and as I said, if you have any issues, just give us a call”

Harry helped you to your feet and hold on to you as he steadied as you walked back to the car. Although you weren’t put under anaesthesia, you were numb, in shock and overall it was a slightly traumatic experience.

He helped you into the car before jumping round to the driver's side. "How you feeling?" he asked but he already knew the answer.

You rested your head against the window "Like crap" you were numb, certain you were starting to swell and tired from what you had went through.

"You did really well babe, I'm so proud of you. Let's go get a milkshake and we can go home" he said leaning over and placing a kiss on your head.

Within 30 minutes, you were back home in bed with Harry, with your milkshake and a spoon (Harry made sure you didn't use a straw as directed by the dentist) watching Netflix.

Watching 'The Night Agent' on Netflix, you felt your eyes closing as you fell asleep to the sound of the show.

It was the intense pain that eventually woke you up. You groaned as you opened your eyes "you okay y/n?" you heard Harry's voice ask you.

"It hurts" you told him, rubbing your eyes. He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom where he returned with a glass of water and some pain meds you had been prescribed.

"Take these love, it should help with the pain. The dentist said you'd start to feel something after about 4 hours"

"I've been asleep for 4 hours?!"

Harry laughed "You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you. Plus you probably needed the sleep after this morning"

"You fancy some soup? You'll be starving no doubt" he asked you as you took the painkillers.

You heard your stomach grumbled so agreed to some soup. "Yes please"

He made you some soup and sat in bed with you while you ate it before he ran you a bath. "I'm gonna go get you some ice babe, you're starting to swell" Harry said after your bath while you two were cuddling on the couch that night.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and you literally resembled Theodore from Alvin and the Chipmunks. "Fuck" you muttered as Harry walked back through "Caught a glimpse of yourself?" he laughed as he handed you the ice pack.

"I look like a chipmunk Harry"

"You're a very cute little chipmunk though. The dentist said the swelling was normal for a day or 2 so you'll be my little chipmunk for the next few days"

"I wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying about aftercare. I'll need to phone tomorrow and ask" You told Harry as you couldn't remember a thing they had told you.

"Luckily for you, you have the best boyfriend in the world who took notes" he said showing you his phone with a list of bullet pointed instructions. "Don't worry about it, I'll look after you babe" Harry said kissing your slightly swollen cheeks.

You smiled at him. You were so lucky to have someone as kind and thoughtful as Harry in your life.

[thetorturedbuckydepartment]

chapter four: who else decodes you?

pairing: Bucky barnes x plus-sized!reader

summary: Six months ago, you were appointed to be Head Nurse to the Avengers by Tony Stark. Every day, you count your lucky stars, knowing the horrible past you quickly ditched back in England. It holds you back, restrains you, from getting close to anyone when on your new job.

That's until you met and fell in love with Bucky Barnes. The supposed assassin with a heart of gold, who seems to be eager to get to know you. To peel back your layers piece by piece, but could you trust him once you're laid before him raw and vulnerable?

masterlist

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warnings: language, self doubt, self deprecation, mentions of Bucky’s past, allusions to sex and masturbation, talks about fatphobia and internalised fatphobia

word count: 3.5k

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A/N: ALRIGHT we are so back! this was one of my fave chapters to write omg hope u guys like it too -- there's a lot of mixed feelings in this one. as always, please let me know if you want to be added to a taglist and any thoughts by liking / commenting / reblogging! it really makes my day! :)

You quickly run your hands through your hair to tame the flyaways that have magically appeared as you wait for Bucky to open the door. When he does, he leans against the doorframe, eyes taking in your outfit.

“Are you ready to go?” You ask, pointing a thumb behind you and adjusting the maroon purse on your shoulder. Steve’s asked you to come along to drinks tonight at some bar downtown, and you struggled for a few hours with what to wear and ultimately decided on the shirt Bucky had given you the other night while drunk tucked into some comfy flared dark red denim jeans and layered with a loose, translucent shirt in black. Golden hoops adorn your ears, and your favourite necklace (your initial in a swirling golden font) swings from your neck. 

You decided to keep the makeup light, not knowing how shitfaced you’re all going to be getting, and you certainly did not plan to be the designated driver tonight. A cherry red stain adores your lips, and Bucky can’t look away. He is entranced at the way you are wrapped in his favourite colour, wearing his shirt, and smiling like you are a galaxy, and he is a mere enamoured astronomer, eager to explore.

Eager to explore indeed. The curve of your hips and swell of your breasts entice him, and he’s so close to extending a hand and pulling you into him, letting the both of you getting lost to time and space and anything that isn’t the two of you. There is nothing more he wants than to kiss you so hard the red from your lips is the imprint of his, not another product you put on as a part of your pedantic routine. He wants there to be a splash of purple to your attire, on your neck and in places nobody else can see because he feels the feral urge to mark you as his, and he stands there, drowning in his lust. It clings to him like a second skin, sticky and unavoidable, and you, none the wiser, pout to get his attention.

What can he do? He’s eternally curious about you. He wants to know what it feels like to have you on his lap, mouth so close he can taste your kiss and swallow your moans as he makes you feel so good. He wants to know what you sound like, what you look like. Do your eyes roll back or do you flutter them closed? Does your voice drop a few octaves when you inch closer to that high or do you go completely silent, letting the pleasure take over? All he knows is that he might die if he doesn’t get to look into your opal eyes when he comes undone himself, because how is he supposed to resist the goddess of temptation painting herself all over your skin?

And you’re so painfully unaware. 

But alas, he knows why you’re so decked up, and deep down he’s hurt that it’s not for him. You blink at him a couple times, seeing as he’s yet to respond.

God, does he have to look so good tonight? Even in sweatpants? How the fuck am I going to survive being a few shots deep in front of him? You think, your heart speeding up. 

“Hello, Earth to Bucky. Is everything okay?” You tilt your head a little to the side, meeting his bright blue eyes. He shakes out of his stupor and clears his throat, appearing downcast. You can tell the next words out of his mouth are not what either of you want to hear. 

“I’m not going.” He omits certain details of the outing on purpose, knowing Steve’s intentions. In fact, Steve’s been talking his ear off about you ever since you got to know the both of them. He’s sick of it. But he thinks that Steve is a good match for you — an Avenger, a man without a sordid past that haunts him, and certainly nobody on the streets will hug their children tighter to them at the sight of Captain America. He is a hero amongst men, the very antithesis of Bucky. 

He’s never said it out loud to you, because every second he boards that metaphorical train, you always do your best to take him back off it. You always talk him down, telling him he’s just as much of a saviour as anyone else on the Avengers team. He’s just as worthy, but deep down he fears it. The day of the invisible flip switch, when you hear more and more about what he did as the Winter Soldier, and you’ll grow to resent him. Resent the evils he’s birthed on this Earth in the past few decades, his cold-cut cruelty. You always tell him it’s not his fault, that it wasn’t him, not the Bucky standing in front of you right now. But why does he have these memories? These nightmares of ruthlessly killing everything that was deemed an obstacle to the mission drilled into his head. 

So how can he be so selfish, as to deny the sweetest, warmest, kindest woman he’s ever had the pleasure of knowing, a man who truly deserves you? How can he be so selfish as to trap you with all his baggage, making you hold your love over your head in outstanding devotion, all because he craves your touch?

There was a before you, and there is an after you. There is no reconciliation of the two parts of him, there is no going back. But adaptation is essential, and he is a master of it. 

“What? How come? Are you feeling alright, Buck?” You press the back of your hand to his forehead like a super soldier can catch a cold. His skin is warmer than usual, but you somehow miss how he’s blushing because of you. And your touch. 

Bucky could swear up and down that it’s the cure to every fucking ailment in the whole world and every version of it. All it takes is one brush of your skin against his and all his worries disappear. Even as you embark on a date with Steve, for a split second, he could swear it’ll be you and him, one day. Someday. 

Warmth floods his soul when you bite your lip. “You’re running a bit hotter than usual…you sure you’re okay? I can cancel on Steve, I’m pretty sure I only got an invite because of you anyway. We can—“

“No!” Bucky all but shouts, startling you. You retract your hand an inch, wondering if you’ve offended him. “No, I— I’ll be fine. I think my room’s just warm. You go, have fun tonight, okay? I mean it. You work too hard, doll. You need a break every now and then.” You smile, so sweetly Bucky almost feels like he’s about to become a puddle on the floor. 

“Call me, though? And if you’re staying behind I guess I’ll tell you where I’m going. It’s this bar called The Lover, it’s about a ten-minute drive away from here. Just to be safe. But call me if you feel unwell, okay? I come right here, to you.” And that accent. 

Bucky’s never considered him to have a penchant for certain ways of speaking, but your charming English accent has him absolutely feral. He’s never heard his name said like this before, with such an infatuating lilt. He’ll do anything if you ask. Walk to the ends of the Earth, kill everyone you dislike. He’d do it, happily and madly. If you keep saying his name like that. 

Every day, it’s getting harder and harder for him to hide his infatuation with you. Especially when he hears you at night, all by yourself. A low buzzing, a quiet murmur of something he’s certain is his name passes your lips, and he’s fucking losing it. He’s always fucking losing it at night, he’s surprised all he did was sleep that night he got drunk and you were with him. In his bed, right next to him. Chest rising and falling, breaths leaving you so sweetly. He doesn’t remember most of what transpired between you two that night, but he knows it was the best sleep of his life. To hear your heart, to feel the expansion and collapse of your thoracic cavity, it gave him peace, it quietened the nightmares, filling his head with frivolous dreams of you. Running through a field of flowers the colour of your eyes, in a beautiful sundress. Maybe it was a picnic, who knows. All he knows is he wants it. He will get on his hands and knees and beg like a pathetic man for it, to feel that stability and sense again. 

Your hands had been so warm, gripping on tightly to his vibranium arm like it doesn’t bother you. You always do that, after the initial awkwardness between you two had dissipated. You told him that you were nervous, unsure of how he feels about people touching it. You’d asked him. You’ve shown him a level of pride and respect he hasn’t felt from anyone new since the ‘40s — asking for his permission and ridiculous questions like if it’s waterproof.

He’s completely fucked. Utterly, and thoroughly fucked. To your face he simply nods, wrapping you in a hug and then letting you go, rather reluctantly, hands trailing around your waist. He doesn’t miss the effect it has on you, hearing your tiny sharp inhale brings all the life back into his body.

It’s a small, wordless declaration of reciprocity. 

He takes it.

He thinks about it for the next two hours, lying in bed and unable to sleep. What if you need him? What if he’s fast asleep and his nightmares leave him so disoriented that he can’t come to you? He doesn’t know how drunk you are. Maybe Steve’s messily making out with you in the alleyway, hands trailing all over you. Maybe you’re clutching him to you twice as hard, hiking your thigh around his waist and letting him—

A knock on his door jolts him. Friday informs him it’s you, and he jumps out of bed and almost trips on his way to the entrance. You’re here. That means your night doesn’t end with Steve. It doesn’t have to end with him, but you’re not into Steve. Or maybe it was the best two hours of your life, and you’re here to spill all the details to him, because he supposes you two are the best of friends. 

“Hey,” he smiles casually, trying to not let his emotions show. But you seem so confused and lost in thought, that it answers every question, every doubt in his head. 

You may not like him, but you don’t like Steve. 

“Did you know it was a date?” You stare at him straight in the eye, looking one precariously placed sentence away from your heart breaking. Your arms are crossed and your lip stain almost completely gone. But to him, you’ve never looked more beautiful. But he’ll probably think it again, once you’re in your pyjamas. And again tomorrow. 

“Yes. He’s been going on about it for about a week or so, now. He finally plucked up the courage to tell you, to ask you out, I suppose. Did he do anything stupid?” You take another step forward, and another, pushing Bucky back into his room, trying to keep distance. If it closes, he’ll kiss you. He won’t be able to resist, especially not after you just lick your lips to wet them.

“Buck, be honest with me. Was it a bet…or a dare?” You search his eyes, begging for the naked truth, no matter what damage it could do to you. He sees yours fill with tears, and his heart aches in tandem with your own. He’s desperate to rid of you of those horrible feelings, knowing the toxic weeds that spring forth from the seed of misunderstanding. He just has to get to you before the first rain of heartbreak season. 

“What? No, don’t be ridiculous, we’re grown men. We aren’t sitting around making bets on people, especially not so cruelly. If we ever did, I give you full permission to shoot all of us, and rip my other arm off without any anaesthesia. I promise, there was nothing else involved. Steve’s interested, he wanted to ask you out on a date, he did.” You look down and nod, and he wishes you’d meet his eyes again. You’ve grown so confident in doing that, and he’s become addicted. There is a drug called You, and it courses through his veins 24/7. It’s a wonderful, gold rush, but with it comes a maroon pain awaiting to embrace him when the highs fade, in moments like this. When you stand between his warm hands so unsure, as if there’s any place Bucky can fathom being that isn’t here with you.

“Okay. Sorry, I know you guys aren’t like that…but I can never be sure.”

Bucky nods, remembering the horror story that was your first ex-partner, who had only been using you to make them a quick penny. “So what happened? If you’re comfortable sharing, of course.” He pries. He wants to know. Why you’re here, when you could be in Steve’s bed, the both of you lost and entangled in a haze of lust and longing. He wants to know if you’ll admit it, confess like your knee-jerk reaction did to him a few hours ago. The same something bubbles in both of your chests, and even though he knows he shouldn’t do it to you, all he wants is you. All he could ever want is you.

“Well… I got there. I asked where everyone else was, because I was under the impression it was a group thing that I was invited to, because we’re so close. He said it was just the two of us, and it was a bit awkward, but I pushed past it. We talked for a while, and he’s really funny. I laughed loads, I had a couple of drinks. Then at the end of the night, he kissed me.” You stare at Bucky’s lips as you say that last part, because they were the only thing in your mind when it happened. You want to feel his lips on yours, not anyone else’s. That’s one thing that’s been made crystal clear to you. “And it was…strange. He’s not bad at it— I just didn’t expect it, and then I rejected him. Nobody popped out to say it was a prank, though I suspect someone saw us and it’ll probably be all over the internet tomorrow. He was nice about it, and then we both came home. Separately. I’ve just been feeling strange about it, so I came to talk to you. I just wanted to know. Thank you for being honest.” You smile, finally letting your shoulders relax and the breath of agitation leave you.

“You look so pretty tonight,” he all but whispers, brushing a strand of hair back from your face, cupping your cheek.

“How come you never dress up this much when we go anywhere? I’m not complaining, you’re beautiful either way, but it must feel nice.” His thumb strokes against your carefully placed blush and highlighter as you lean into him, faces so close that any distance left burns away at the both of you. Of course, you just assume it’s all one-sided as it often has been in your past, so you keep yourself under tight lock and key. You cannot even begin to imagine the types of feelings he harbours for you, and the way they are a twin flame to your own heart. Even the muscles in your chest are identical, beating away for the other, as if every blood cell that enters and leaves is inscribed with the other’s name. You wouldn’t have it any other way, too swept up in red rose of now to think about the bed of thorns that awaits in the future.

“Well you don’t make me feel like I need to. Not that the others do, but all my life, I’ve just…” You hesitate for a split second, wondering if you should be saying this, but then remember it’s Bucky. The one person you know for sure isn’t going to make you feel stupid for what leaves your mouth. “I’ve always felt that I need to stay performing. Wear makeup, make sure my hair is always neat and styled right, that my clothes are orchestrated and not just the first thing I throw on in the morning, because God forbid people think I’m lazy. Then they’ll think that’s the reason I look the way I am — because I’m lazy and have no desire to change. And then they write me off as disgusting, and nobody likes me. Nobody will bother to understand all my various ailments and limitations, or my genetic makeup that’s made me the way I am. 

“You don’t make me feel like that, like to exist is a performance that I have to put on in front of you. I feel like I can just be, because you understand me. It might sound silly, but it feels like my brain is completely and intricately encrypted, and you’re the only one who knows how to decode me. Plus, you didn’t run away after I told you about the sex scandal I left behind in England, or treat me any different. That’s a bonus. I quite like you, you know.” You smile yet again, after your confession, tilting your head in adoration. And then, you see it. His gaze flicks to your lips, and in that moment, you know. You know that this may not be as one-sided as once thought, that there is someone else who is interested in you, in that romantic way you’ve been conditioned to crave. 

“One more question.” Bucky is fighting for his life to not kiss you, eyes on your lips as you speak, barely processing what you’re truly saying. And how can you deny that? When you’re alone, in your room, with nothing but an ache between your legs and a memory of the one man who truly understands your machinery, you imagine his face lovestruck with desire. And you see it, painted clear as day. There is desire. There is something. 

But you’ve sworn to yourself to never make the first move again, to save yourself unnecessary disappointment and ridicule. If there’s one thing that has been made obvious tonight, it’s the fact that whatever is here, is shared. If it is a fire, he is the match and you are the spark. If it is a magnet, he is the magnetic field and you are the iron. He knows it in your tiny inhale, you know it in his tiny treacherous stare at the parts of your body you would’ve deemed unattractive.

But he must become bolder, and braver. You sense something, but you feel that it may not be something great. You are no stranger to this either, your personality entices and intrigues, but your looks seem to never be able to keep them around. 

You wonder if this will be a short fling, where he looks at you one day and decides you’re better off as just friends. Because after all, you could be the sweetest person on Earth, but that doesn’t change men’s hungry eyes, or their lack of appetite when they pass over you. So, you decide to keep it to yourself. You’ll stoke the small flames, but should not expect a bonfire. You should be realistic. 

Bucky is beautiful. You’re sure several SHIELD agents have their eye on him, and all of them are ten times more gorgeous than you could ever dream to be. So why would he want you? When he could have anyone he wants — why pick you? There’s nothing you could give him that someone prettier couldn’t. You push the negative thought away, pulling yourself back into this conversation you’re having with him. 

Wants and needs can be tended to later. 

You nod, urging him on. “Why don’t you like Steve? He’s, like, the poster boy of the perfect man.” He’s everything I’m not, Bucky thinks. He’s not you, you scream in your head.

Your smile evolves into a shit-eating grin, hellbent on teasing him, and you’re desperate to push the negative thoughts away. Bucky’s affections for you may last a week, but you sure as hell are going to enjoy all of that extra attention, and it seems a ghost of confidence has temporarily possessed you.

You bite your lip before replying.

“I prefer brunettes.”

NEXT PART

[jeridandridge]

Hardest of Hearts

Melissa helps you handle a life changing event. CW: talk of Abortion

A/N: This is a different angle on a trope we’ve seen many times. I decided to explore the other side of a very real situation.

On a Friday afternoon you sit at your usual table with Melissa and Barbara tapping away on your phone lost in your own thoughts. The senseless chatter from Janine and Jacob going on behind you doesn’t even register as you look at the test results on your phone screen.

“Hey you okay, hon?” Melissa sits looking at you concerned.

You can’t do anything but nod and give her a tight smile as your heart beats fast against your ribcage.

“Sweetheart, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s wrong?” Barbara asks in the most comforting way only Barbara knows how.

Letting out a sigh you lock your phone and reach out for your water bottle instead. “I’m okay, really.” It was a lie, but none of your co workers needed to know your personal business. Especially Barbara and Melissa.

The redhead looks at you with something in her eyes that you cant place and you feel like you could cry right there. Being in love with the woman didn’t help your current situation. Getting up abruptly you give the group a tight smile as you gather your things. “I have some stuff to catch up on, you guys have a good weekend.”

As you walk out of the lounge you try to keep it together long enough to get up to your classroom. Looking at the clock you take a shaky breath realizing you have two hours left. It would be an easy rest of the day, you’d been letting the kids work on their own on a project anyway. You could make it.

As soon as your kids are gone you grab your bag and keys slipping out to your car before you can see any of your co workers in the hallway. On your drive away from Abbott you replay that day in your head. Melissa being mad at Gary all day. You planning on asking Melissa to dinner. Gary showing up at the last possible minute for a Valentine’s Day surprise. You meeting your friends at the bar. You going home with one of them. Now here you are pregnant according to your blood tests.

“Stupid.” You huff under your breath. You were always careful. Never hooking up with strangers, always using condoms. Now on your way home you come to the firm decision that you’re not ready to be a mother. You couldn’t even keep a plant alive. You had no right bringing a child into the world when you were still figuring your life out and living in a shoebox of an apartment.

Parking and going inside you lock yourself in for the weekend planning on trying to relax before making an appointment at the clinic for as soon as possible. That’s when you decide you’ll tell Melissa what’s going on. You might not have gotten the girl, but you did trust her with your life.

As the evening goes by, you receive a few texts from Melissa asking how you are and what’s going on but you leave your phone alone. Sitting with a book in your lap you try to escape reality for just a moment, only to be brought out of the story by a consistent knock on the door.

“I’m coming!” You call out getting off the couch. Looking through the peep hole you sigh when you see the redhead standing there with her hair up, hoodie on, and a bag in hand. Opening the door you keep your hand on the knob opening it just enough.

“Melissa, what are you doing here?”

“You’ve been acting weird and weren’t answering my texts so I thought I’d come by.” She shrugs holding up the bag from the store. “I brought treats and I miss you.”

Sucking in a breath you nod opening the door for her to come in. “I’ve been around,” you say softly.

“Yeah hon but something’s goin on. Can we talk about it?” She asks as you lock the door once more.

“There’s not much to talk about, Mel. Honest.”

Not believing a word you say yourself, it doesn’t shock you when the redhead looks at you with an unamused expression.

“Hon,” she sighs, “I don’t know what I did, but you’ve been kinda avoiding me all week, what’s goin on?”

Plopping down on the couch you bring your knees up to your chest, the redhead sitting across from you. God she was pretty.

“It’s not you, Mel. I swear. It’s a me thing and hopefully soon I won’t have to worry about it.”

Melissa reaches out gently cupping your cheek. For just a moment your eyes flutter shut as you enjoy the contact.

“You don’t have to lie to me. You’re talkin to the queen of hiding emotions.” She teases you with a small smile.

Taking a breath you gently reach for her hand removing it from your cheek so you can hold it, a gentle squeeze from the older woman grounding you.

“I’m only going to tell you this because we’re friends and I trust you with my life.” You start, your hands shaking as a cold sweat hits you.

“About a month ago, I went out and did something stupid. Now I’m pregnant.”

Melissa gently squeezes your hands.

“And I can’t keep it.” You let out as the tears start to burn your eyes.

“Oh hon,” she moves forward to hug you, but before she can you reach out resting a hand on her shoulder. The smell of her perfume hits your nose and that only adds to your

“If you hug me right now I think I’ll fall apart.” You all but plead with her.

The redhead nods putting her hands in her lap as you sit in front of her practically shaking.

“What can I do?” Is all she asks. And that’s when the dam breaks.

Tears fall down your cheeks in anger and sadness, undoubtedly making you look psychotic. You wished you could tell her everything, but you can’t. Not now.

“Take me to the clinic?”

The redhead looks at you with watery eyes nodding. “I got you.” She hums gently offering you her hand.

Reaching out you open your arms, finally ready for a hug as you calm your breathing. you hold onto Melissa like she’s your lifeline, a raft keeping you afloat in dangerous waters. She holds you as if you’re going to disappear into thin air.

From that moment on the weekend turns into a blur. That night you climb into bed with Melissa beside you, her hand rubbing soothing circles against your back through your shirt. You want to turn over and wrap around her but think better of it. You’re close enough, you won’t ruin it.

The next morning you wake up with Melissa’s arm wrapped around you and her front pressed to your back in a warm embrace beneath the blankets. When you shift you realize she’s already awake, moving back a bit to let you move.

“I’m sorry I’m ruining your weekend.” You hum moving to face her.

Jade eyes meet yours and soft pink lips curl into a small smile. “Don’t be sorry, hon. My weekend was gonna be crappy reality tv and grocery shopping.”

“Not doing anything with Gary?” You ask with a quirked brow.

“Oh that,” she hums. “Yeah that’s over.”

She says it so nonchalantly, you can’t tell if it’s a good thing or not for her.

“Oh.” Is all you say and that’s where that conversation ends despite you wanting to know more.

As the weekend goes on you’re pampered by Melissa. She makes sure you eat and stay hydrated, and is right by your side when the clinic calls you back in the afternoon.

“The earliest appointment possible would be great.” You hum into the phone as the redhead gently rubs your back. “Yes, thank you.”

Hanging up you set the phone down and tip your head back letting out a sigh of relief. “I’ll have to call in on Monday.”

“Don’t worry about it, let me handle it.” She says moving for her phone.

“What are you gonna say? It’s a little strange for both of us to need the morning off isn’t it?” You worry, hoping Ava doesn’t ask her too many questions.

“Let me handle Ava, hon. I won’t tell her anything personal.”

“I know you won’t.” You nod. “I just- yeah.” You lean against the counter bringing your hand to your forehead. Your mind was spiraling and you didn’t know how to stop it. Watching Melissa tap on her phone you look down at the floor zoning out.

“All set, hon.” She assures you with a warm smile. “Now what’s goin on over there?” She asks coming up to your side again.

“Nothing, just- thank you.” You tell her sincerely, hoping that’s enough for now.

As the clock ticks you toss and turn on Sunday night unable to calm down. Laying in the dark you sigh under the sheets. Melissa wraps her arm around you once more, brining you closer to her.

“Everything’s gonna be fine.” She gently squeezes you.

You don’t know when, but you manage to fall asleep even if it’s just for a couple hours. Waking up to the sound of your alarm going off you let out a huff staying in the warm bubble you and Melissa were in.

“Hon, you awake?” She hums reaching over for your phone turning the alarm off.

“I’m up.” You whisper not bothering to move from the tangle of legs and the arms you’re being held in. “Thank you, for all of this, Mel.” She can think you just mean being there or taking you for your procedure, but this very moment is enough.

“I’m honored you trust me, hon.” She hums kissing your temple. “We should get moving.”

Knowing she’s right you yawn, sitting up and stretching out as you both get up for the day ahead. Brushing your teeth and washing your face you and Melissa move around your tiny bathroom comfortably as if you do this all the time.

“Did they tell you what to do for aftercare or anything?” She asks brushing out her curls.

“Basically no strenuous activity, I’m gonna have a little bit of bleeding and discomfort.” You shrug trying to play it off. Deep down you were scared of what to expect after, but you knew this was the right decision. Having Melissa at your side even if you haven’t told her your feelings is enough.

“When we get back you’re not doing a damn thing.” She tells you in a voice that tells you not to argue. “Take a nap and let me cook.”

“Well I can’t tell a Schemmenti to stay out of a kitchen now can I?” You joke through a nervous laugh.

“Especially after something like this.” She nods moving through the room to get her boots on.

Watching her from the bathroom you take everything in. The lamp in the room is dim, and her hair cascades down her back in red waves. With everything she’s done for you, you’re not sure how long you can keep your feelings to yourself.

“Mel, can I tell you something?” You asks keeping your eyes on the doorframe.

“Hon, at this point you can tell me anything.” She chuckles tying her laces.

“I’ll understand if you change your mind about taking me this morning. But I need to get this out before I go in there.” You let out in a shaky breath.

Melissa stands back up coming over to you gently taking your hands in hers. “You can tell me whatever you need to tell me. I ain’t goin anywhere.” She promises.

Looking at your fingers laced with hers, you take a deep breath before you meet those gorgeous green eyes again.

“I- this is horrible timing.” You laugh sadly shaking your head.

Melissa lets go of one hand reaching up to gently tip your chin up. “Are you gonna tell me or should we get ready, go, and talk about us when you’re feeling better?” She asks you as if she already knows. The way she looks at you tells you she knows.

Swallowing hard you nod, keeping your hand in hers.

Something shifts. The fear you had starts to lift as you walk out to her car a little while later. In your sweatpants and hoodie you sink into the passenger seat with your bag and water bottle taking deep breaths.

Watching the redhead get in the car she settles herself and starts it up, pulling out of your apartment complex. Going through the streets it’s relatively quiet in the city, some people are just going home and some are getting ready for a long day. As you get closer to the clinic you feel Melissa’s hand on yours stilling your shaking you hadn’t realized was happening.

“Is Barb gonna hate me?” You ask quietly, thinking of how you dragged her best friend into this mess. She was a Christian woman after all.

“Barb doesn’t need to know your business,” Melissa shakes her head. “But if you do tell her, she’s Barb, hon. She’s not gonna hate you ever. Especially when you’re with me.” She squeezes your hand with a soft smile.

The rest of the drive goes fine after that. You do your breathing and hold Melissa’s hand, only looking up as you pull into the lot where you were instructed to go to. Parking, Melissa gets out with you giving you a sense of relief. “I told ya I’m not goin anywhere.”

And sure enough she doesn’t. Through the paperwork and exam process, Melissa is by your side holding your hand. When you wake up from the procedure she’s there in the waiting room as you’re pushed out in the wheel chair. The kind nurse that was there from the start takes you out to the car making sure you get in safely with Melissa’s help.

Sitting groggy and sore you look at Melissa through the window with hooded eyes as she speaks to the woman, realizing you fell for her for all the right reasons. The drive home is a slow one. Melissa takes her time making sure to avoid as many potholes as possible, driving cautiously enough to have people honking at her.

“Yeah yeah go around me.” She rolls her eyes.

“Don’t use the car bat.” You mumble the joke out, eyes still closed in the passenger seat. When you wake up to Melissa carefully opening the car door you feel her hand stroking your cheek.

“Hon, cmon let’s get you inside.”

Sitting up you blink a couple times, swinging your legs out of the car you wince as you get up.

“Nice and easy.” She encourages wrapping her arm around your waist.

Leaning into her you walk slower than usual into the building. You were happy you had an elevator. Up to your apartment Melissa keeps you close, keeping her arm around you as you unlock the door.

“Let’s get you to bed, hon.”

“Come with me?” You ask quietly, as if she hadn’t already told you she knows how you feel about her. She was so understanding of everything and on top of that you were so tired you could cry.

The redhead nods, gently rubbing your back as you go back to where you started your day just a couple hours ago. Getting your shoes off Melissa helps you lift your legs onto the bed, putting the blanket over you. Laying there in your still dark room you wait for the redhead to join you, her arms immediately going around you as she lays down.

When you feel her lips meet your temple in a soft kiss you let out a content sigh, drifting off to sleep with your hand over hers.

[billys-pretty-babe]

Billy

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : It was a big commitment but nonetheless, you were willing to make it for the man who turned your life completely around.

pictures are from pinterest

Warnings : Swearing, illusions to smut, Billy has a PA piercing

Word count : 1,285

A/N : This came up in conversation with my friend so I had to write it for her 💙

You looked in the bathroom mirror, lifting your loose top, just to cover your nipples as you looked at the ink that now decorated your body. Billy had gotten your name tattooed on him the day of your six month anniversary, it sat right where his heart would be, in pretty cursive. As soon as the two of you got together, people doubted that he would be able to commit to you given the fact that he had slept around.

Now, it's been two years and you finally took your own leap of faith, getting his name tattooed under your breast. The placement was beautiful and you also knew he wouldn't miss it considering how much he stared at your breasts when you were naked. The front door of the apartment opened and you heard his heavy feet, quickly dropping the shirt back down to cover yourself.

"Baby?" You smiled. "Bathroom! Give me a sec." You turned off the light as you walked out of the bathroom. He took his steel-toe boots off, sighing at the relief of being able to freely move his toes without having to worry about dropping tools on them. You walked over to him, kissing his shoulder and he smiled. "I'd hug you but I'm dirty, let me take a shower and we can eat." You nodded, shooing him into the bathroom as you grabbed his towel and cloth as the water turned on.

You looked through his clothes, grabbing a pair of shorts and underwear for him, knowing he'd most likely not even put the underwear on. You walked into the bathroom, Billy was already in the shower as you saw his body behind the foggy shower door. You jokingly whistled and he put his left hand above the top of the shower, his middle finger on display for you and you both laughed.

"I put everything on the counter." You heard him snap a bottle shut. "Thank you," he said over the water, making you smile as you left the bathroom, leaving the door open as you went to the kitchen, reheating the dinner you had made a few hours after your tattoo appointment. Almost an hour passed before warm arms encircled your body, Billy's chin sitting on top of your head.

You placed your hands over his as he swayed you gently, kissing your head before separating from your body, looking through the fridge as he grabbed a beer. "Want one?" You shook your head, "No thanks." He nodded as he cracked his can open. His hair was pulled back into a low bun. "Billy," you grumbled, "where are your underwear?" He snickered, lips on the can still. "No need for them." He was cocky, you'd give him that.

"Dinner's almost ready if you wanna sit at the table." He shook his head, grabbing the silverware. "What're we eating?" You glanced at him, "Spaghetti and garlic bread." He whistled and patted his stomach, "Sounds good, I'm starving." You laughed, "I packed you lunch this morning." He shrugged, "And I ate it in like ten minutes." You laughed once more and nodded.

He grabbed the cups and took them to the small dining table before going back into the kitchen. He handed you the plates, "Make yours, baby. I can make mine." You looked at him, "Are you sure? I really don't mind making your plate first." He shook his head, "Make yours first." You nodded, making your plate of spaghetti first, grabbing a piece of bread and you sat at the table, the cups filled with water.

He sat across from you, thanking you for the meal before the two of you began eating as you both talked about your day. The room fell to a comfortable silence as the two of you ate. Billy finished first, making you laugh. "Are you gonna get a second plate?" He shrugged, finishing his water. "If I get hungry again, I'll get another plate." You nodded and he left the dining room and the water in the kitchen began running. You finished your own plate of food and walked into the kitchen where Billy was washing his plate and fork. He looked over, sticking a soapy hand out to you. You handed him the plate and thanked him.

You both did your nightly routines together as he stood behind you at the bathroom sink, mouth sudsy form the toothpaste, his toothbrush in his hand as he gave you a smile, making you laugh and toothpaste got onto the mirror, making him laugh. He followed you back into the bedroom once the two of you were ready to lay down.

No one would ever believe but Billy was a velcro dog in human form, everywhere you went, he was there with you, even if he was just watching you, he always wanted to be with you, hence the Polaroids in his work locker of you. He laid down, groaning as he moved his back around, trying to get comfortable.

You laid beside him and he raised a brow and you finally noticed the perfectly shaved line. "What?" He laughed, "Think you're forgetting something," he said as his pretty eyes drifted to your shirt. You usually slept shirtless because you got too hot so skin to skin was perfect to keep you at the right temperature. You took the hem in your hands before lifting it over your head, tossing the shirt onto a nearby chair.

The tattoo was visible to him at this point, it was just a matter of minutes before he would see it. He smirked, hands going to your waist and you laughed, squirming slightly. You watched his eyes trail down your body and you saw the moment his eyes locked onto the tattoo, his eyes widening, pupils dilating. His fingertips on his right hand trailed up your side gently as he leaned onto his elbow, getting a closer look at the tattoo.

"When'd you get this?" You smiled, "Around noon." He nodded, still looking at the ink. "It looks really fucking good, holy shit." His fingers itched to trace it but it was still an open wound, he'd have to wait until it was heeled to do that. He finally looked up at you, a little smile on his face. "You love me, huh," he asked cockily, his smile turning into a smirk and you gently pushed his forehead away from you.

"Only a little bit," you teased, making him laugh. He tugged you so that you fell onto his chest. His left hand went to your jaw as he leaned in and kissed you, his right hand trailing underneath the black comforter, gripping the small of your back, trying to bring you closer even though it was impossible.

"God, it looks so fucking good on you," he mumbled against yours lips, "perfect placement too." You laughed, smacking a quick kiss to his lips. Your hand went to the tattoo on his chest, thumb rubbing where you knew it was. "I love this," you said, pulling away slightly to see the tattoo.

"Oh yeah? I have something you'll love even more in my shorts," and with that, he turned the bedroom lamp off, the room completely dark, making you laugh. "I can't see you." He softly hushed you as the moon lit up the room softly, just enough for you to see his broad back as he kissed down your torso, lips latching to the skin right below your belly button as he sucked.

That night, he showed you just how much he truly loved that tattoo, your toes and fingers going numb, spots in your vision and a soreness between your legs that you happily welcomed.

[onemoregayapollokid]

Sunshine( Scars pt 2)

Summary: Trans! Will Solace shows Nico his chest for the first time post top surgery

Words: 1740

A/N: This got away from me... I don't really know how I feel about it. Huge thanks to S who shares the same head canons I do for being my sounding board!

Nico frowned as he read over the paper in his hand again.

“ Kayla? What exactly is a...syndesmotic injury?”

Kayla didn’t look up from where she was stitching up a child of Hephaestus.

“ Twisted ankle.”

“ Why was there 58 twisted ankles in December alone?”

“Prank gone wrong. Ask the Stolls” Kayla answered, bandaging the freshly stitched wound.

“ Okay. Adding it to the “Stolls are a menace to society” pile. “ Nico responded, dropping the paper onto the pile closest to him. Kayla stood and stretched, waving as the child of Hephaestus left. She sank into the chair next to Nico with a sigh, rolling her shoulders with an audible pop.

“Ow,” She muttered.

“Sorry I can’t be more help” Nico apologized. He wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up here, but Will was in New York for a follow-up appointment after his top surgery a few weeks ago and he had asked Nico to help Kayla in the infirmary while he was gone, annd Nico found it difficult to tell Will no to anything.

"You're doing lots" Kayla assured him. " You doing the paperwork is saving me from doing it and I've managed to see more people than I ever would have been able to do if it was just me. I know you are thinking of Will, and it's hard when he was nervous for his appointment but I want you to know I appreciate you being here and all your help." Kayla assured Nico, bumping him lightly with her shoulder.

"I wish I could be there for him but I know he needed to do this on his own. This moment is about him, not me and I'll get to see him when he returns." Kayla nodded, reaching over the desk to grab a stack of papers.

"Austin should be showing up in the next few hours too, so Will can take time off if he wants to. I know he probably won't but he definitely can. " Nico nodded, attention drawn to the small clock on the wall. Will should be back soon if everything went well. Nico found himself glancing outside, though he knew he wouldn't be able to see Will arrive.

" Here's another one for our Stoll pile," Kayla said, sighing. Nico chuckled, reaching out and dropping the paper onto the large pile.

" This one belongs in our lava wall pile." She offered, another paper in her hand. As Nico reached for the paper, the door opened and Chiron stuck his head into the room.

" Will is back. He went back to his cabin but said you can head there whenever you are ready, Nico." Nico nodded, glancing back at Kayla.

"Will you be okay?"

"Of course I will be. You go. " Kayla answered, pushing lightly against Nico's shoulder.

" Thanks Kayla. I'll see you later- shout if you need help" Nico said, rushing out the door. He forced himself to walk once he reached the green, crossing to Cabin 7. He climbed the steps, and knocked lightly on the door. The door opened and Gracie, one of the newer campers peeked out at him.

" Hi Nico! Will's in the shower but he said you can wait here for him; he'll only be a few minutes. I'm going to go see Kayla now." Gracie informed him, opening the door fully, letting Nico step into Cabin 7.

" Thanks Gracie. Kayla was in the infirmary, doing paperwork when I left."

"Okay, Nico, thanks. You two have the cabin to yourself- be good!" She called over her shoulder as she left, shutting the door behind her. Nico crossed to Will's bed, sinking down as he waited. He wasn't waiting long when he heard the water shut off and Will humming softly. The bathroom door opened and Will stepped out, wearing his normal orange camp shirt and cargo shorts. His blond hair was still damp and he ran a hand through it before catching sight of Nico. His face lit up.

" Nico!" He called, rushing to Nico. Nico stood just before Will threw his arms around Nico, burying his nose in Nico's hair.

" Easy sunshine." Nico laughed, returning Will's embrace easily. " You've only been gone a few hours, Will" Will chuckled, the sound reverberating against Nico's ear.

" I know, but I missed you." Nico pulled back enough to kiss Will, hands cupping his face tenderly.

" I missed you too" Nico admitted. He took Will's hands, pulling him to sit beside him on the bed. Nico tucked one leg underneath the other, settling against the headboard.

" How was your appointment, Will?" Nico asked, still holding Will's hands.

" It was good. Mostly just checked the healing and told me some other tricks for speeding up the healing."

" How does it feel?" Nico felt Will shift before he answered.

" It feels… like for the first time in my life, my body belongs to me. For so long, I've felt disconected because my body didn't match who I was. It's new and a bit odd, but it also feels right. I don't know if that makes sense or not"

Nico nodded, smoothing a thumb over Will's hand.

" It makes sense. I'm so happy for you- that this makes you feel more at home in your body. Do you have to go back to the city for another appointment? " Will shook his head, pulling his hand out of Nico's with a gentle squeeze. Will played with the frayed hem of his shirt, dropping his eyes to his lap.

"Will-"

"Do you want to see?" Will blurted out, immediately biting his lip and shrinking in on himself slightly. Nico raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lip.

" Do you want to show me?" He asked gently. Will nodded, eyes still trained on his lap.

" Hey, Sunshine." Nico gently lifted Will's chin, dark eyes searching Will's light ones.

" You don't have to, I don't expect you to. If you want to, I'm happy to see it, but if you aren't ready, we can take our time. There's no pressure here. Whatever makes you comfortable." Will shook his head, hand reaching out for Nico. He interlaced their fingers, squeezing softly.

"I want you to see, I want to show you. It's just still new." Will shrugged, an apologetic smile on his face.

"I'm still used to hiding my chest from everyone and having to cover it up- either with binders or tape or shirts. The idea that I can just exist and not have the expectation that I need to hide parts of myself. I do want you to see this part of me, I want to show you this." Nico nodded, smiling softly at Will. Will took a deep breath, releasing Nico's hand. He stood up, taking a few steps away. He took a deep breath, lifting his shirt over his head. He dropped his shirt onto the floor, turning to face Nico fully. Nico reached out and grasped Will's hips gently, tugging him back to stand between Nico's legs.

"How you doing, sunshine?" Nico murmured, eyes intent on Will's face. Will pulled his lip through his teeth, resting his hands on top of Nico's arms.

" I'm good. This isn't as hard as I made it out to be in my head. It's possible I was overthinking it." Nico chuckled, eyes scanning Will's face. Will made a face.

" Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked. Nico shook his head slightly, searching for the right words.

" Just seeing you like this is amazing and I'm so happy for you and so grateful I got to be by your side as you came into yourself. Even only having your new chest for a few hours- you just seem lighter. You aren't trying to hide anymore. That's huge, sunshine. The Will I originally met has nothing on this version of you. You like yourself and I'm so proud of you. " Will smiled brightly at Nico. He gripped Nico's hands lifting them to hover just above his chest. Will's eyes, blue like the sky his father crosses every morning, looked at Nico with a mix of tenderness and intensity that made Nico falter.

" You can touch me" Will whispered. " Right here" He guided Nico's hands to rest gently on his chest, feeling the ridge of the scar that stretched from rib to sternum. Nico slid his hand softly against the raised skin, eyes flicking between Will's chest and his eyes. Nico stepped closer to Will, breath ghosting over his exposed chest. Will shivered slightly, hands automatically reaching for Nico's waist.

" I feel free," Will whispered, eyes shining. Nico lifted a hand to Will's face cupping it tenderly.

" Happiness looks good on you," Nico said lightly. He raised his tiptoes to wrap his arms around Will's neck, as Will's arms wound tightly around his waist. Will rocked them back and forth.

" Did your doctor clear you for everything? " Nico wondered, tipping his head up to look at Will.

" What're you thinking of, darling? "Will murmured, letting his thick Texan accent slip into his voice. Nico flushed, burying his face in Will's chest, hand covering his face. He blinked rapidly, trying to remember how to speak coherent sentences with the echo of Will's warm voice, thickening with the use of his accent echoing in his ears. Will laughed as he felt the heat spread across Nico's face.

"That's cheating" Nico muttered, pushing his face further into Will's chest

" Gets a reaction every time" He grinned. Nico snorted, lifting his head to glare at Will, though he knew his smile ruined the effect.

" Get your mind out of the gutter, Solace. I was asking because of Capture the Flag tonight. Promised Gracie I'd help you guys win once you were cleared. " Will laughed, dropping a kiss to Nico's hair.

" No- I'm cleared and ready to play." He reassured Nico. Nico grinned, lip curling.

" Race you?" He yelled over his shoulder as he took off for the door. Will yelped and scrambled after Nico, long legs easily catching up to the shorter boy. He scooped Nico up easily, never faltering in his stride. Nico shrieked, clinging to Will. "Sunshine!" Nico spluttered. Will laughed, loud, and bright and pure, and Nico, watching from Will's arms, fell a bit more in love with his boyfriend and the pure joy it brought him, just to be himself. Nico clung to that thought, as Will ran all the way to the clearing where Capture the flag waited.

[ejzah]

A/N: Happy Mother’s Day to my US mothers out there. I hope you had as lovely a day as Kensi. Just think, this is her first Mother’s Day as a mom of three.

***

A Picture Worth a Thousand Words

“Is she gone?” Rosa asked, popping her head through the front door.

“Yeah, she just left,” Deeks confirmed, holding back a smile as Rosa crept in, clearly enjoying the subterfuge. She had a couple of canvas bags with her, which she set on the dining room table. “Will Andrea be here soon?

“Yes, she’s about five minutes away.”

“Sweet, I’ll get the twins up and feed them so we’re ready once everything’s set up.”

A few weeks ago, amidst a midnight feeding, it had occurred to Deeks that Mother’s Day was quickly approaching and he’d planned absolutely nothing. With all the recent changes between the twins, leave, and looking for new jobs, it had gotten lost in the shuffle. Deep down, he knew Kensi wouldn’t care much—she always said she didn’t need holidays to know how much they cared—but Deeks wanted to celebrate her. Especially since last Mother’s Day had been overridden by doctor’s appointments and the aftermath of Anna and Callen’s wedding.

Between him and Rosa, they’d come up with a photo album along with a few other gifts. Rosa had recommended one of her friends, Andrea, who was a burgeoning photographer for the photoshoot.

Deeks went to wake up Sophia and Caleb and feed them. Fortunately, they woke up happy, giggling, and babbling away. When they were done eating, he dressed them in little blue outfits he’d kept hidden at the back of the junk closet.

Once they were dressed, Deeks brought them out to Rosa, who had changed into a sundress in a similar shade to the twins’, and headed back in to his and Kensi’s bedroom to change. He chose a dress shirt in Kensi’s favorite shade of blue along with white pants.

By the time he came back out, Andrea had arrived with her equipment, and was currently down on the floor, playing with the twins. When she saw Deeks, she hopped up, brushing a handful of curly brown hair out of her eyes.

“Hi Mr. Deeks.”

“Hey Andrea, thanks so much for coming,” Deeks said, reaching out to shake Andrea’s hand. Caleb held out both arms, and he stooped to pick him up, cradling him on one forearm.

“Of course. I love family photoshoots,” she assured him. “So, just so I’m clear, how much time do we have today?”

“Kensi is at a in-service so she should be gone for a good 3-4 hours.” Negotiating Kensi’s absence had been the most difficult part to finagle, since she spent significantly more time at home these days.

“Perfect,” Andrea said with a grin. “Should we start outside?”

“Come on, my Sofía,” Rosa said, scooping Sophia up. “Let’s go make pretty pictures for mommy.

***

A Few Weeks Later

“Deeks, why did you let me order the tiramisu?” Kensi groaned, leaning her head on his shoulder. He grinned, briefly cupping her cheek, and kissing her temple. She had a post-nursing Sophia balanced again her chest while Caleb snuggled into the other side of his neck.

“Because it’s Mother’s Day and what my Ladybird wants, my Ladybird gets,” he said, grinning even wider when that earned him a giggle from Kensi.

“You’re ridiculous.” Her hand creeping up his chest said otherwise.

“Hey enough flirting!” Rosa called out. Caleb startled at the sound of his voice, turning his head to find her in the room. He babbled something, reaching for her with an open hand. “It’s time for presents,” Rosa continued excitedly. She’d taken great joy in crossing and creating Kensi’s gifts.

“Oh my god, you did not have to get me presents on top of breakfast in bed and dinner,” Kensi protested. Ignoring her, Rosa jogged out of the room. Kensi narrowed her eyes at Deeks, but he just shrugged innocently.

Rosa returned a minute later with two wrapped packages and a gift bag.

“Here, I’ll swap you,” Deeks offered, holding out his free hand for Sophia.

“Open this one first,” Rosa encouraged as she gave Kensi the bag, sitting on the end of the couch. Kensi reached in and pulled out a tuft of tissue paper and a black and white gift certificate.

“Ooh, a spa session. I know where I’m going after work this Friday,” Kensi said. “Mama needs a massage.” She wiggled Caleb’s foot. She looked to Kensi and Deeks then. “Thank you, guys.”

The next gift contained a selection of Kensi’s favorite snacks. Rosa handed her the final gift, folding her fingers together in with slightly nervous anticipation.

“This one feels like a book. Did you get me the next one on in that series I—” She broke off as the paper fell away to reveal a large photo album. “Oh my god,” she whispered, running her fingers over the cover picture.

“Open it up,” Deeks suggested, and she silently turned to the first page, which featured Deeks, Rosa, and the twins on the patio swing. She flipped through a few more pages, shaking her head at each picture.

They’d chosen a variety of professional shots as well as several candids.

“These are so beautiful,” Kensi murmured, running her fingers over a crisp picture of her cuddling the twins, their heads all thrown back in laughter.

“We wanted to give you a physical reminder of how much we love you and how important you are to this family,” Deeks explained softly. “We couldn’t do this without our Mama Blye.”

Kensi pressed her hand over her mouth, eyes suspiciously wet, and he felt his own eyes tear up slightly too. She reached for Deeks, her mouth wet on his when they kissed. Pulling back, she looped her arm around Rosa’s shoulders, tugging her closer so they were in a modified group hug.

“It is perfect,” she murmured, squeezing them tightly before she leaned back, wiping under her eyes. “I love it so much.”

“You’re welcome,” Rosa said.

“I don’t know when you found the time. When did you even take this?” Kensi asked, shaking her head in disbelief as she continued looking through the album, flipping back to the front cover. It featured the entire family perched on the front steps.

“Remember when I told you I needed a current family picture for a class project?” Rosa asked.

“Oh I completely forgot about that.” Kensi pressed her palm to her forehead, then narrowed her eyes at Rosa. “That’s extremely sneaky of you.”

“I know.” Rosa nodded smugly.

“I can’t believe how much effort you put into all of this,” Kensi continued.

“It was worth it.” Rosa nodded in agreement to his statement. “Happy Mother’s Day, Kensialina,” Deeks murmured. “We’re lucky to have you.”

[rockngyrroser]

therapy of the strongest sorcerer. part 1.

first step to open up. a/n: i read some fanfics for few last weeks, and i wanted to write mine, so I was thinking abt satoru gojo and… i think this man needs therapy. thank to all fanfics authors for inspiring me! i am very grateful. also i am sorry if there will be any gramatical errors etc., i'm still studying eng. also thank you all if you're reading this! this means a lot for me!!

content: sfw, gojo comes to the therapy for 6 months now, y/n gives her best to make him better and just do her work, action tooks place after Geto death (like 6 months after), gojo satoru x fem! oc

reminder: it's just my imagination, no need to read it if you don't like it, please have mercy, this is my first time writing smth like this and let it go to the public

it was thursday. very long day. not only because therapist work was tiring, but also, because the last patient is satoru gojo. he is very annoying somehow, he never wants to tell you the truth, even if you work together as a therapist-patient for a 6 months every thursday for at least one hour.

it's not like you always feel annoyed by your patients, you never do, but gojo is really weird one. he likes to be quiet for one hour, no matter what you try to do or say. he got the therapy appointments, because his company told him to go and they pay for his sessions. he likes to try to beg you for letting him go, just because he has some more important appointments like going out for an ice creams or just going back to his home and call you then that he was joking. you never believed him again about more important things and now you always call his company to know if this is true, if he tries to do it again.

he is like a child who is forced to go there. few times he said that you can have a deal. he gets a papers that he is okay now and you have free one hour, just for yourself. you became a therapist to help people with their mental health, not because any other reason.

your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. they opened and you already saw white haired head of gojo satoru.

"hello, (l/n)-san" you knew it will be hard hour, but still you were optimistic inside of your heart. your mission is to help people and this is what makes you happy.

"welcome again, gojo-san! please take your seat." you said with calm tone and pointed at dark, comfortable sofa. you grabbed your notes about him and his therapy and sat on the comfy chair next to his sofa. "how was your week?"

it was different. you and gojo talked at the sessions more like friends, not like a therapy thing, it was more like meeting with your distant friend every week. as long as it was hard to start any conversation with him, you took his strategy to open him a little every week. but your plan wasn't working as you imagined.

"uhm.. i guess nothing new.. i ate some sweets.. i had some trouble with sleeping.. is this answer enough?" he said while he was looking at the ceiling.

"i think we both know the answer for your question, gojo-san. but.. i'm interested what kind of trouble with sleeping did you have? can you tell me more?" you asked trying anything, literally anything to start any deeper conversation.

"i couldn't sleep, but it's probably because my stomach was fulfilled with sweets.. like i said before i ate some.." he had smirk on his face. you looked at him with serious facial expression.

"i think this is some kind of preschoolers problems.. but you make it easy to treat you like one." you replied with smirk on your face.

"oh my god, if i really bother you.. as i said many times, you can let me just go, you are nothing to help me-"

"i am therapist so please, take me seriously, i am not playing with you, i am trying since 6 months to open you somehow, so i could help your mental health, because i get everyday calls from your company that you're still not changing in any way.. they even called me that you are crying so loud that they all can hear you! i am ready to help you, but please, just please, tell me what bothers you, because if you don't i'll never let you go, i'll keep you here for as long as you won't open." you bursted because you had enough of this.

he was looking at you with surprise on his face and seriousness. he didn't talk for a while. he just get up and walk around your office. after around one minute he sat down again.

you stood up and took a sip of coffee that you made.

"do you want coffee? water? anything?" you asked with dispiritedness in your voice.

"do you have tea? i understand your… problem.. i am sorry, i didn't know that you want to help me that much.. i was thinking.. i.. that you just want to make some money because my company pays and i don't care about that… i.. uhm…"

"i have tea." there was long silence, you did the tea and handed it to him.

"i want to help you, because i became therapist to help other people with their mental state, not to make money. will you just trust me? i am not monster or anything." you said calmly, trying to feel good again inside of you.

after 6 months of working with gojo, you finally see real chance to open up gojo.

[https-harlow]

We’re Going To Be Parents

Summary- After months of trying and a couple weeks of keeping a secret, your finally able to tell Urban you’re pregnant.

Word Count- 1.2k

A/N- this was requested, I hope you like it! I wish it was more Christmasy since it was a Christmas request but I tried my best.

You and Urban had been trying for a baby for a couple months when he had to leave for a couple weeks for tour with Jack. You had taken many tests, hoping to get a positive one before he left, but every test you took was negative. Once Urban had left you didn’t let yourself take any more tests, until a couple weeks later when you realized your period was late and you noticed you had a couple other pregnancy symptoms.

You took the pregnancy test and as much as you hoped it was positive, you didn’t want to make it a big deal and tell Urban. When you looked at the test a couple minutes later, it was positive. You took a couple more, not quite believing it. They were all positive also.

As much as you wanted to call Urban and tell him, you wanted to tell him in person rather than over facetime. It was the hardest secret you’ve ever had to keep from him. The longer you went the harder it got, you almost slipped up several times, almost mentioning a doctor’s appointment once, or leaving an ultrasound on the counter in the background of your facetime calls. Luckily Urban never noticed, or if he did, he didn’t question anything.

“I miss you.” You pouted, on your nightly facetime call with Urban. 

“I miss you too, I’ll be home tomorrow, we land in the morning.” Urban told you.

“I have a surprise for you when you get home.” You smiled at Urban through the phone.

“Oh yeah? Do I get a hint?” Urban asked you and you shook your head.

“Nope, no hints this time.” Urban pouted.

“Just one?” Urban asked and you giggled, shaking your head.

“Nope. You’ll find out in less than 24 hours.” You told him and he sighed dramatically.

“Fine. Are you getting ready for bed?” Urban asked and you nodded as you yawned slightly.

“Yeah, I am.” You nodded.

“I’ll let you go to sleep then, I don’t want to keep you up baby.”

“But I want to keep talking to you.” You said, Urban smiling at you.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning, okay? I have to leave soon for the airport anyways.” Urban said and you nodded.

“Okay, I love you baby, have a safe flight.” You smiled softly.

“I love you too baby, goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning.” Urban smiled, before hanging up.

The next morning you were woken up early to Urban climbing in bed next to you. You smiled as Urban wrapped his arms around you and you cuddled into his side. Urban kissed you before burying his head into your neck, just wanting to be close to you. 

“I missed you.” Urban muttered into your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone.

“I missed you too.” You ran your hands through his hair. “How was tour?” You asked.

“It was good, would have been better if you came with us.” Urban told you. “So, where’s my surprise.” Urban asked, half teasingly, half serious. Urban lifted his head from your neck and laid his chin on your shoulder so he could look at you as he let out a small yawn, making you giggle.

“You’ll get it when you wake up, let’s go back to sleep for a few more hours. Did you sleep on the plane?” You asked and Urban nodded but teasingly pouted. 

“A little bit yeah, but I won’t complain about sleeping more.” Urban laughed softly. 

You both woke up a couple hours later, Urban refusing to let you go from his arms until you reminded him of the surprise. Urban followed you out to the living room, sitting on the couch as you grabbed a box from underneath your Christmas tree. You handed it to Urban as you sat down next to him.

“You didn’t have to get me anything baby.” Urban told you as he took the box from you.

“Says the one who was begging for his surprise.” You teased as you giggled. “Open it.” You told him, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, but you didn’t want to give anything away.

Urban nodded, unwrapping the box, it took him a minute to process what was inside the box. You had placed an ornament with “Baby Wyatt” on it, along with a baby outfit and a pair of baby shoes that you thought would match an outfit Urban wore. 

“Wait, are you serious?” Urban asked, looking over at you. You nodded, Urban smiled, placing the box to the side before leaning over, pressing his lips to yours immediately before gently resting his forehead against yours.

“Holy fuck, we’re going to be parents.” Urban said and you both laughed softly. 

“We are.” You smiled, Urban pulled away after kissing you a couple more times. Urban grabbed the ultrasound and stared at it for a couple minutes, you smiled as you watched him. Urban couldn’t help but wipe a few tears from his eyes. Urban put the ultrasound back down, putting his attention back on you. Urban gently leaned you back on the couch, laying in-between your legs so his head was near your stomach. He gently lifted your shirt up, exposing the small bump that had started to grow the past couple days.

“Hi baby.” Urban whispered to your stomach. “Your mom and I have been waiting for you, you know?” Urban looked up at you. “Do you know if the baby is a boy or girl yet?” Urban asked and you shook your head.

“No, we’ll be able to find out soon I think though. I would have waited until you got home anyway.” Urban nodded before putting his attention back to your stomach.

“Well, I think you’re going to be a girl. I just have a feeling. You’re going to be just as pretty as your mom, but we’re going to be best friends. You’re going to take your uncle Jack’s spot, but I’m sure he won’t mind. I already have so many matching outfits that I’ve been hiding because your mom told me to not order them, but I couldn’t help myself, they were too cute.” Urban said, making both of you laugh, and you playfully rolled your eyes. “I already love you so much.” Urban said, pressing a small kiss to your stomach before looking up at you. “Are you crying?” Urban asked, and you nodded.

“I’m just happy, and emotional.” You said, laughing softly, Urban flipped you both over so you were laying on top of him before wiping your tears, kissing you again.

“I’m happy too. This was the best surprise I could have come home to.” Urban told you.

You both decided to keep the secret to yourselves for a little longer, eventually telling your family on Christmas Eve, and Urban’s Family on Christmas. You and Urban decided to have your families over to your house this year. You put the ornament you gave Urban on the tree and waited for someone to notice. Once they did, they were all excited for the new addition to the family.

[alreadyjackbestfriend]

"alone". jack harlow x reader

PAIRING: Jack Harlow x reader

GENRE: angst, angst, angst

TW: depression, family illness

A/N: I know that some of you are waiting for "by another man" part 5, but I've been very busy and I still haven't decided how to continue this story, so here I bring something small in the meantime <3.

When you met Jack, you were at a point you had never been in your life; after months of therapy and the help of certain medications, you began to feel other emotions besides sadness, and an inexplicable emptiness in your chest. Little by little, you were able to start appreciating and enjoying the little things in life, like having a hot coffee very early in the morning, and it was precisely there where your path coincided with Jack's.

You saw a tall man with curly hair walk through the door, his nose red from the cold and brushing his hands against each other in an attempt to stay warm.

You heard him order some tea, and when he turned around to appreciate the place, while he was waiting for it to be delivered, his gaze fell on you, and without knowing why, you smiled at him. Jack felt that in that moment all the cold evaporated from his body, the warmth of your smile making his cheeks tinge with red.

And the rest was history, eleven months had already passed since that, but at month eight everything had started to decline. Your grandfather had fallen ill, and you no longer had time to attend your appointments with your therapist, and more quickly than expected, your savings ceased to exist, preventing you from buying your medication.

If the first and second month had been hard, without your antidepressants, life was once again becoming unbearable. After helping your grandma take care of your grandpa, you would go straight to your apartment to sleep, or to cry. You didn't have the time or the desire to cook, so you just didn't eat, you didn't put makeup on anymore so you just poured some water on your face and brushed your teeth before forgetting about the world for a few hours.

Jack was away from you, and you made less and less effort to answer his calls, or to appear happy in text messages. You loved him, but your mind was winning the battle again.

You were waking up when you heard knocking on the door. You tried to cover your head with the covers and go back to sleep, but the pounding did not stop. Angry, you finally got out of bed and walked to the front door, ready to yell at whoever was bothering you, but the words caught in your throat at the sight of your boyfriend. He was serious, you could see that he didn't come to give you a nice surprise, but to resolve issues.

“Jack”

“Can I come in?”

“Sure…” you were confused by his lack of affection, but you couldn't get anything back at him if you didn't even answer his calls, right? “I didn't know you would be back so soon”

“neither do I. but i guess my girlfriend not answering my calls for a month was enough to make me take an emergency flight”

“Jack… I’m sorry… I”

“I already know everything, y/n, maybe I've only known you for eleven months, but I've really tried my best and I think I've done well, and I knew coming here first wasn't going to get me answers.”

you swallowed hard. jack did not know about your depression, in these months you had thought that there was no need to tell him. nor about your grandfather's illness, for what? you had always been able to endure everything alone, and you didn't want to drive him away with your problems, but you had done it anyway.

“where did you go?”

“does it really matter?”

“Yes”

“to your grandma’s”

“what did she tell you?”

“everything, y/n, everything you should have told me to be the boyfriend you need and you haven't let me be. I don't understand, is it that you don't trust me?”

"Jack" you said, closing your eyes, in a desperate attempt not to tear them up, "it's not that."

"So what is it?"

You opened your eyes, and two tears instantly ran down your cheeks, "I... I didn't want you to see me this way, I wanted you to remember me as in the months we were able to spend together, the happiest months of my life..." you sniffed, trying to dry your tears, "I didn't want you to know this version, the real me, the one I've been all my life"

“this is not the real you, y/n, this is you trying to live without help” he said, walking up to you and putting his hands on your arms, "and I can help you, y/n, and I want to, because I love you."

you closed your eyes, shaking your head, "this is not your obligation, Jack, I have to take care of myself"

"why? you don't have to go through everything in your life alone, y/n"

“yes I have to, I don't want to drag you down with me”

“You won't, I promise, we'll get through it together”

“no, Jack!” you said, letting go of his grasp.

"why are you so stubborn?!" Jack took his hair between his fingers, pulling it. he was desperate, he didn't know what to do to convince you, and he was hurt because he wanted to be a safe space for you, he thought he was, but you had made it clear that he wasn't. you kept quiet, crying, and you were like that for a couple of seconds, before jack spoke again, “you’re gonna make us both miserable, you know that, right?”

“I know. But I'd rather you be miserable just for a while, and then you can find a girl with a good heart, and a bubbly personality”

“You have a good heart.”

“Jack…”

“And I don’t want a bubbly personality, I want you!”

“I have a lot of problems, Jack.”

“so what you’re saying is I don’t love you enough to deal with that?”

“what I’m saying…” you breath deeply, “is that I love you too much to let you deal with this. It’s not fair to you, and I’ve been dealing with this alone all my life…”

“that’s not love, y/n, that’s fear”

You looked at him, feeling defeated, “maybe I don’t love myself enough to let you do it”

[ghost-is-bae]

Xavier Plympton Imagine- winter special

Summary : When you catch a chest infection on Christmas eve, your lovely boyfriend has to look after you over the celebrative period but he really doesn't mind :)

Warnings: In detail description of a chest infection, but that's it! Just pure fluff!

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The winter months never seemed to bother Xavier. He would just wrap up in colourful hoodies and jackets, whereas you were just ill every damn day of December. It was like a Christmas curse. The first week you end up with a runny and red nose, the second week you end up with a really sore throat and the week leading up to Christmas. Well, It's a fucker. You end up with clogged ears, a headache, blocked sinuses and a killer chest infection.

Lucky for you, It was the same this year. Apart from the fact that you almost ended up in A&E because of the severity of it. Poor Xavier had to look after you for a whole month! Today started off the same for you. You woke up with a banging headache and you couldn't hear anything. You tried to sigh but ended up in a large, ferocious coughing fit. "Baby, are you okay?" Xavier's muffled voice rang through your ears as his warm hands glided gently over your arms that were caged in your thick, fluffy pyjamas.

"Yeah...I'm okay. It's just the weather." You voice came out very nasally and congested which made Xavier's heart ache. He knew how much this time of year affected you and he knew that he couldn't do anything about it. "Do you want me to book you a doctor's appointment?" you shook your head slowly, "I'll be alright. You need to get ready for your aerobics lesson!" Xavier sighed because of your stubbornness and the fact that you were always right. He had to teach a few Christmas aerobics classes (I don't know what I'm on about! ) so he kissed your red nose and got out of the cosy bed.

You closed your eyes and let out a wheezing breath before curling back into a ball and trying to get more sleep.

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Xavier had left 3 hours before you had woken up again so you were all alone for a few more hours. You slowly slid out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen to make some chamomile tea and take some cold and flu pills. You weren't that hungry so you had some porridge and strawberries. You then decided to get dressed and go to the doctors after you almost coughed up a lung and vomited at the same time. Your chest ached every time you took a breath and there was a wall of mucus stuck in your throat that made you feel nauseous every time you swallowed.

You changed into a fluffy red sweater, a pair of soft cotton-lined leggings, black and white stripy fluffy socks and your favourite pair of ugg boots. You then threw on a large puffy black coat, a black beanie and some matching black gloves. You had previously booked your doctor's appointment so you just went straight out. You got into your car and quickly turned the engine and heating on before starting your short journey into town.

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When you got there, you entered the doctor's office and signed in. You had to wait about 20 minutes before you were called in to see your usual doctor. "Ah, Y/n! What are you doing here again? Is it the weather?" You nodded as you sat down tiredly. "What's the biggest issue then?" he asked whilst putting a pair of latex gloves on, "It's my chest mostly. It's worse then last year-" You interrupted yourself by a string of mucus-filled, shallow coughs and a lot of chest pain afterwards. "It's sounds like it could be a chest infection so I'll just do a quick assessment and I'll prescribe you some antibiotics."

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When you got home you were absolutely knackered (Brits get it:) and you felt even worse than before but when you saw that familiar blonde hair over the top of the couch, you instantly felt better. "I'm home," You murmured as you took your coat and shoes off. "Where'd you go?" Xavier asked after pressing a kiss to your warm forehead and laying your down next to him, with your head on his lap.

"I went to the doctors because I felt like absolute dog shit and turns out I have another chest infection. I can go back to my parents for Christmas if you want, I don't want you to get sick as well." He shook his head adamantly before looking into your eyes lovingly and saying, "I'm not just gonna leave you to suffer over Christmas. That would be an awful thing to do- I'm your boyfriend, Y/n. I have the duty of caring for you y'know?" You smiled and cuddled into his torso whilst you went to wrap your arms around his waist.

"Merry fuckin' Christmas." You said sarcastically. Xavier's loud laugh filled the room but your loud dog bark of a cough overlapped it, "I should probably go and take my meds." What a lovely way to spend Christmas eve, huh?

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Sorry for the awful ending. I really can't write for shit! Anyway, I was trying to write using more British dialect because I hate being a Brit and having to write in an American accent. I hope you liked this and I'm sorry that there wasn't much Xavier x reader because I like to describe too much and then it ends up being like 10k words long.

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I WILL MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD - JENO LEE BAD!BOY.

CONTENTS: smut, profanity, mentions of jaehyun and johnny, kissing in public, cliche scenes, oral!m, choking, cute words like "babe" hair pulling, dirty talk.

a/n: my first language is not english, so forgive me if there is any mistake.

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Clothes thrown on the bed, the mirror in front of me reflected the image of a woman who was tired of this situation of cancelled dates. Jaemin and I would have a nice dinner that night, and who knows something else, but as heir of his father's company, his schedule could change from one hour to the next and this caused in cancellation of meetings, delays and fights.

"Forgive me for this, I promise to reward you later"

That was the last message he had sent me that night, and I just answered with a simple, "okay, I understand." And I really understood, he had serious commitments and I couldn't demand anything from him, after all, jamein wasn't my boyfriend.

Our connection was just sexual, of course, he was also a good friend, but I couldn't expect anything romantic to come from him.

But I expected something from him, I felt something for him. And looking at the cell phone screen, I spent a few minutes admiring her picture.

- want to go to the party in the house of the jaehyun? My mother told me to take you just so you don't get depressed in this room.

- i don't think so, but thank you. I know you want to be a good brother but that's fine. - I told my brother, Johnny, that he was standing in front of my room.

- i know the guy who made an appointment with you didn't show up, so let's drink. - he paused briefly before continuing. - it's better than staying at home watching cooking program with mom.

- I can go back to the college dormitory without any problem.

- you are the only person who likes to go back to college before the given time. But seriously, if you want to go, be ready in twenty minutes.

...

- have you really managed to convince your little sister to leave the house and party with us? Jaehyun spoke, looking at Johnny and then turned to me. "How long do I not see you, three or four months?"

- three and a half months, and don't talk as if I didn't have a social life, I just don't like to be among you, revelers.

- you say that but you love to spend the night drinking, as if I did not know the suh brothers. Hey, have you been communicating with jeno? - at the moment I was stopped, I did not hear this name for a long time.

- i haven't talked to your brother for a long time, I think the last time we exchanged a few words was at the end of high school.

- you used to be so close together, I remember to this day three kids running around my house while I tried to play basketball with Johnny.

- your brother has changed, and please jae, can we stop talking about him?

- whatever you want, let's drink.

...

Jaehyun's house was cozy and very large, it was the typical house of an upper-middle class family.

I decided to stay away from my brother and his friends and started walking around the house, unfortunately chenle was not here to brighten up my evening and make jokes without thanks - which make me laugh - or even just play on the cell phone with me.

That hallway was so familiar, I remember when I was at school, when I and jeno were still good friends. The door of his room was so inviting, my desire was to put my hands on the doorknob and keep admiring his resting place, but I was afraid of finding him fucking anyone in his bed.

The new jeno was like that, he had no interest in knowing that other people were in his house.

I left my thoughts when I heard the noise of a door opening, unfortunately (or fortunately) it was not his room but only the bathroom he had in that small corridor.

"Was he spying on me through the holes in the door?" If you wanted to see me naked, just ask, you know I'm not going to deny you anything.

- you've become so drool, jeno lee.

- and you've become even more beautiful, you're really the tastiest girl on campus.

- ok, so I'll go. - i turned to get out of that embarrassing moment, in that small and warm space.

- stay, please. - he held my wrist. - you did not talk to me for so long, I considered the idea of you hating me.

- i don't hate you, you just moved and moved away. - that was embarrassing. -we can talk there in the room, here is really very uncomfortable.

...

Vodka and energy is a mixture that makes anyone very crazy, and every person at that party had had at least two doses of that drink.

- next week we will go to the pool during the dawn again? - a girl spoke, and everyone turned their eyes to jeno.

- behaved girls should not take so much risk. He spoke as he took his vape to his lips and looked at me in a thousandth of a second.

- i like to feel adrenaline, if it were not for taking risks I would not be with you. And you, colleague, do you want to visit the swimming pool with us? - she spoke to me.

- I do not like these things.

- do you not like swimming pool, drinks and boys?

-she's all right, she's afraid and probably the undisciplined guys don't do the kind of her. - and again jeno speaks, but this time he was not looking at me.

...

My desire was to go back home, with or without my brother, but I was out of money to get an app car and I didn't have a sober person at that party, I wouldn't risk myself at that level. I thought about walking back, but jaehyun's house was not so close to my house or even college.

The loud music only irritated me further, the glass in my hand was completely empty and I could not tell how many glasses of energy I had ingested. I left the room and went to the balcony part of the house, it was not completely empty, however, the music was with a reasonable noise.

The breeze was cold, dawn was always colder than any time of day and the cold wind caused me to pass my hands in my arms in an involuntary act of trying to warm up.

- too cold? Don't you want to enter?

- the music was irritating my ears. - jeno was approaching me from behind.

- your ears are sensitive, as well as the rest of your body. - he could feel the hair on my arm turn chills, and I knew it wasn't because of the cold.

- i am strange, jeno.

- you are so beautiful, I am so eager to kiss you now, will you let me?

I just shook my head in an act of affirmation, and now I was feeling his lips glued to mine. His hand went towards my neck and his other hand towards my waist.

Her lips are wild and have such a bitter taste of alcohol. He had the attitude of a fierce man, but his appearance was that of a shy little boy who appeared to kiss his first passion.

- this is not the right time to say that, but I want so much to feel you.

- you can touch me jeno, I always wanted you to do that.

- fuck girl, you are so attractive.

His kiss was warm and fierce, like a feline ready for attack.

- i know I'm not the right guy for you, but I'm willing to make you feel good. - he looked deep into my eyes, I could feel his desperation to touch me.

- just we will not do it on the balcony, I am still the girl certinha.

...

Cat I really want to throw you in this bed and suck you and feel your taste and make you enjoy in my mouth, but I really need to feel your mouth, will you be good for me?

- and when I was not good for you?

I knelt in front of him, and the volume above the jeans only made me feel more like it in my mouth. His hands went up to my hair and quickly he made a hairstyle (kind of messy) and brought my face close to his legs.

- please babe, just do this soon. -the sudden nickname made me feel even more motivated to suck him, jeno was making me a slut. Your slut.

My hands went straight to the top of his pants and I lowered all his clothes and put my lips in contact with his skin, making lee shiver and push my face even closer to his stick making me choke.

- jeno do not do that, I am a delicate girl.

- sorry, baby. - he laughed and soon returned to rest his hands on my head. - but how can I avoid, your mouth is so full now, can you really say something?

My eyes were on his face and his voice with a mocking tone.

- for a few minutes, be my bad girl and do things that even the devil doubts, I know you can, baby.

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[rommahh]

{this show was off the walls. He looked so good. And the energy was just??}

You stood uncomfortably at your flights gate with Harry. After being with Harry for five shows, your anxiety had reached a peak leaving you to be faced with one of your worst panic attacks before the St. Louis show. Harry didn’t want you to feel so much mental pressure so he suggested that you go home, he even bought you a ticket without consulting with you.

Your shoulders were tense as you stood rigid next to Harry. You were beyond upset and sad. You felt like a burden who being sent away to make everyone else feel better.

“Love, it will be ok. I’ll see you in two weeks for the Nashville show.” Harry comments watching your face scrunch up withholding the tears. “I just want you to see your therapist for a few days.”

“I don’t wanna go. It was one panic attack. Ive done fine every other night and on the bus.” You huff not making eye contact with Harry. “You’re just sending me away.”

Harry feels his heart break in two. “That’s not-“

“We are now welcoming our first class passengers.” He was cut off by the attendant. You grab your duffle on the ground, opening your phone to the electronic ticket. You moved to get in the line but Harry was quick to grab your arm to stop you. You couldn’t stop the tears from welling in your eyes at the look of hurt on his face.

“You’re not even gonna say goodbye?” He whispers.

“Why should I? You said it for me when you purchased the ticket without even talking to me about it. I’ll call you when I land, I love you and goodbye.” You snatched your arm away, rushing to the slowly growing line of passengers.

Harry watched in defeat as you trudged onto the bridge that boarded onto the plane. You felt those traitorous tears push past the surface, your feet feeling like they were dragging behind you- wanting you to go back to your heart.

The entire flight home was painful. All hours spent on the flight looking lifelessly out of the window. Harry put you in first class but none of the comfortable perks could make you happy.

It was weird to walk back into your home with no one there walking in with you or even waiting for you. The house was dark and quiet and you felt scared to even be in the stupid beach side mansion all alone. Times like this made you regret moving in with Harry. This house only felt like home when he was there, any other time felt like your own personal solitary confinement.

Hey lovie, hope you’re flight went well. Having groceries delivered to the house for you. I love you and miss you. Xxx H.

You scoffed. That anger from before bubbling within you. He misses you? You left him on read, the pettiness easing the anger.

Harry’s eyebrows shot up at the small read notification under his sent message. He waited a few moments thinking maybe you just forgot to press send. Minutes turned to hours and hours turned into the next day.

You sat at the dining room table watching the waves eat up the sand and pull granules away at a time. Your laptop sat in front of you after you finished a telehealth therapy appointment. A ring sounded from the laptop signaling that someone was FaceTiming you.

Harry’s icon popped up in the corner of the screen. You hesitated before answering. You couldn’t bare to look at yourself in the camera knowing you looked a mess. Your eyes swollen from the sobbing during therapy. Harry thought you looked beautiful nonetheless.

“Good morning baby.” He broke the silence.

“Hi.” Was all you could muster. This wasn’t the two of you. You both would normally fill a space with sound and giggles and now it was just silence.

“How did you sleep?” He asks. He looked as disheveled as you. Hair messy, face red and puffy.

“Fine.” You didn’t look at him, playing with the frayed edges of your Live on Tour hoodie. Harry huffed in frustration.

“Is this how it will be from now on?” He snapped. Your head snapped up out of shock.

“You’re getting at me like somethings my fault!” You snapped back.

“Well, we didn’t leave on the right foot.”

“You sent me away!” You retaliate.

“No, I did not. You had a panic attack before I went on stage. I had to come on stage late because I was consoling you.”

You flinched at his comment and tone of voice.

“So it’s my fault? I can’t control the panic attacks. It wasn’t like I conjured one up for attention.” His lack of response broke you. “Really?”

“No, I don’t think you did it for attention but it’s a lot Y/N. I want to take you on tour with me but it’s a lot for me and you know it’s a lot for you.” He tries. His words hurt though. You’ve felt like a burden your entire life and to feel that way because of the love of your life hurts even more.

“Ok. Um, I have to go.” You choke out. Harry shakes his head, the weight of his words catching up with you.

“I didn’t mean it in that way. I love you and I only want to protect you.”

“Yeah, protect me by sending me away when things get tough. I’m sorry for being a burden Harry.” You hang up before he could get the last word in.

Harry sat on his hotel bed shocked. He doesn’t know how things escalated the way they did. He made her feel like a burden. His body racks with sobs as he thinks of how his love must be feeling.

The day of Harry’s Philly show you felt uneasy. You didn’t like not being with Harry. You got so used to your preshow rituals with him. It hurt to be left out after being so involved.

Harry felt the same way. His regret evident in the way that he couldn’t stop blowing up your phone with short apologies and messages. He woke up alone in the hotel room on the day of a show feeling like utter crap.

His stomach was in knots and his heart couldn’t stop pounding. Normally before a show you both would share a light meal and have small discussions about nothing. You both would take silly selfies together or watch tiktoks. But now it was just Harry.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, impulsively clicking your contact to face time.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up…” He mutters. He lets out a sigh of relief when your face reveals.

“Hi, Harry.” You murmur, your face squished into a pillow, his pillow because it smells good.

“Hi-hi baby.” He stutters fidgeting in his seat.

“What do you need?”

“I need you. You’re not a burden. I want you here, not there but here. I have a show in a few hours and all I can think about is how you’re not here with me.” He cries. You sit up in the bed, tearing up watching your boyfriend cry. His shoulders shook with the sobs that wracked through his chest.

“Harry, please breathe. Your gonna hurt yourself.” You try to calm him down but can tell it’s not working.

“Come back.” He whimpers.

“I-I think I’m going to stay home until Nashville. We both need a breather from each other and I know I need to see my psychiatrist and probably get some new anxiety medication. Which will take the two weeks to kick in you know?” You reason. Harry wiped his face of tears nodding understandingly.

“Ok. I miss you though. I fucked up horribly by making you feel less than. I know you’re not a burden and I’d do anything for you. The stress of tour is starting to weigh on me and I took it out in you when I shouldnt have. I also thought I was keeping you safe by sending you home, but I shouldn’t have done that. Because we are a team, I shouldn’t be making choices for you.”

“Thank you for apologizing. I understand why you did what you did. You were trying to protect me, I know. I love you Bubby.” Harry felt his world come back together at the nickname, a signal that you two would be alright. “You have a show in like three hours, you need to get ready. Eat some food, drink water please, and I’ll go and scroll through TikTok and send you all of my faves ok?”

“Ok. Thank you for being everything to me. I couldn’t do what I do today if I didn’t have you in my life.” Harry’s sincerity made your heart swell.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. We will be alright. Now go!” You urged him to hang up the phone. He gave you one last smile before hanging up.

Watching Harry through some Instagram live wasn’t what you had planned for but it felt good to see him. He even wore the outfit you picked out with Harry lambert, the blue and pink paying homage to fine line. You’re heart gushes when he tells the crowd that he’s feeling really happy.

The next day you have another therapy appointment with your regular therapist, you even phone in Harry to join the call. You felt warm on the inside as your therapist reassured that you and Harry’s relationship was on the right path. She even said that you and Harry were meant to be together.

She didn’t have to tell Harry that for him to already know that information. I mean he had the ring sitting in his pocket to prove it.