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wearehea · 1 month ago

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Fever dream

Hey everyone. I'm down with the sickness. The "I love Han Jisung more than my life" sickness. No but for real, I just wanted to write pure fluff involving a flu-stricken, slightly delirious Hannie. If that sounds like your thing go right ahead!

Fluff. Light mentions of kissing. sick!Han Jisung. Bestfriend!Seo Changbin

"Ha! I win again!" You throw your arms in the air, triumphant. Across the couch, Changbin pretends to throw his controller at your face.

"It's not my fault! You picked the best kart!" he pouts.

You poke him with your foot teasingly. "Okay then, rematch. I'll let you pick any kart you want."

He chickens out faster than lightning, flashing you a defeated smile. "Congratulations on your victory."

You both laugh—loudly. Changbin puts a finger to his lips. "Shhh!"

You hit his bicep. "What? You laughed the loudest!"

"Jisung is still sleeping," he whispers, nodding toward the hallway.

"Oh." Now that you think about it, Changbin did mention his roommate feeling under the weather when he invited you to play Mario Kart. But that was already a few days ago.

"He's still sick?"

"Yeah," Changbin sighs. "Sounds nasty, like the flu or something. I feel bad for him, but he's also being super annoying about it."

You snort. You've known Changbin since childhood. He's a total drama queen most of the time, especially when he's sick. You met Jisung sometime last year, so you can't say for sure, but you have a feeling nobody can be more dramatic than flu-stricken Changbin. Still, a part of you feels slightly... off. Must be a bad flu if he hasn't left his room for days. Shouldn't he go to a clinic? Shouldn't Changbin buy medicine? And why are you so worried about it?

You start a solo round while Changbin scrolls on his phone. Your legs rest on his. It's comfortable, easy. Normal. The perfect opposite to how it feels when Jisung is in the same room as you. Your mind pretends nothing is going on, but your body can't. Everything feels… electric. Every look he gives you makes your heart pump faster, and it ripples through you like waves. Those big, bright brown eyes of his. He has no idea, of course. Twenty-three years of social anxiety taught you how to hide your feelings—especially the ones that make you feel like this. Feelings you don’t quite understand.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Changbin's phone vibrating. "Hello? Oh, hi, Hyung. Yes. Yes. WHAT?!" he shouts.

"Shhhh!" You throw a pillow in his general direction, your eyes focused on a tricky looping.

"Sorry... Yeah. Okay, I'll be there!" He hangs up, looks sheepish for a second, then bursts out laughing when you finally pause your game and turn towards him.

"I forgot my computer at the company."

You roll your eyes. "Changbin..."

"I know, I know. God, how did I leave without it?" he says, standing up and tossing the pillow back at you. "Anyway, I have to go get it. I need to prep for a meeting tomorrow."

You put the controller down. "It's okay, Binnie. We'll have a rematch soon."

You try to get up from the couch, but two big palms push you back down.

"Yup. Right after I come back. Come on, I haven't seen you in weeks. I won't be long. I'll pick up something to eat on the way back, okay?"

"But you take forever when you're alone..." You whine. He does. Changbin is not exactly a pro at solo errands.

"I'll try to be quick. Bye, Y/N!" he says, slamming the front door behind him.

You wince. If Jisung wasn't awake, he definitely is by now. Should you go and apologize? Maybe offer to make some tea? It's not like you miss the sound of his voice or anything. You’re just being polite. You get up slowly, quietly making your way through the hallway to his bedroom door. You stop, let out a shaky breath. Why is your heart already about to explode just from looking at his door? Your knock is shaky too, a faint sound in the chaos of your thoughts.

"Jisung?"

No answer. You wait a minute. Then two. Then, guided by both curiosity and a bit of worry, you open the door slightly.

The room is dimly lit, but you can distinguish a classic case of sickness-induced disarray. Clothes are scattered on the floor, curtains drawn shut, a hot pack and a pile of syrup bottles layed on the bedside table. It smells like peppermint, camphor, and... him. You spot a head of tousled curls peeking out from the comforter and smile. Quietly, you shut the door behind you and take a few step in.

"Jisung..."

Still no movement from the human-sized squirrel. You clear your throat.

"Hmmpf... Changbin, why are you so loud? You should work at the fish market, not sing," he grumbles, turning away from you in the bed.

"It's me," you whisper, trying hard not to laugh.

He sits up so fast you jump. His hair looks like a bird's nest, his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes shine even brighter than usual—probably the fever, you think. He doesn’t look bad, but you suddenly realize he could have been... less presentable. You didn't think this through. Luckily, he's fully dressed in a plain white t-shirt and gray sweatpants.

"Hi." He gulps.

"Hi. I..." You stop, feeling cold all of a sudden. Why did you do this? What did you expect to happen? Not only did you basically trespass into his personal space, but you woke him from what seemed like a deep slumber, and he might not get back to sleep easily. "I... Changbin said you were sick, and I thought... you might need some tea or something," you mumble to your socks.

"Oh. I'm good. Thanks. I'm just so glad you're here."

"What?" you croak, hoping he doesn't notice the heat creeping up your face. If he does, he doesn't show it, plopping back down and pulling the covers up to his chin.

"I was having the worst nightmare. You shook me out of it."

It's impossible to hold his gaze for long, especially when he looks so sleepy and adorable. The flu seems to have dimmed down his shyness, too, which you find weirdly enticing. Jisung is your friend, but your relationship always felt a bit awkward. In a crowd, he could be loud and sassy, but when it was just the two of you, he'd quiet down. His voice would lower, his gaze would soften. Was it because he tried to match your introverted nature? Did he know how often you replayed those moments, alone in your room, over and over?

You swallow hard. As if drawn by a magnet, you step closer until you're sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What was it about? Your nightmare."

His brows furrow as he grabs a pillow and hugs it tight against his chest. "Ah, Y/N, it was awful. This guy I know was trying to teach me 'High and Dry' on the guitar, but I couldn't feel my hands! He made me do it over and over. Ugh, it was the WORST!" His throat barely allows more than a whisper, and he ends up coughing and flailing dramatically, squirming like a worm.

You can't help but laugh at his antics. He glares at you, pouting.

"Sorry, sorry. Who was the guy?"

"Godzilla."

That's it—you lose it. Laughter spills out of you uncontrollably. By the time you compose yourself, your stomach hurts. You glance at him, worried he might feel mocked, but he's grinning ear to ear, giggling softly.

"You're so pretty when you laugh."

What? Did you hear that right? Oh god. This boy is going to be the death of you.

"Jisung... I think your fever's worse than I thought," you mumble, sure your face looks like a traffic light.

"I don't have a fever."

You roll your eyes. Are he and Changbin secretly brothers?

"Right."

Instinctively, your hand reaches for his forehead, checking for heat. Except now you're the one feeling like you’re on fire. Your palm rests on his skin, and you realize you don't want to move it. Ever. You're acutely aware of how close you are—inches—and how he's looking at you with devotion, like you're an angel, a goddess, or a unicorn.

He murmurs something so softly you can't catch it. Reluctantly, you pull your hand away.

"You're burning up." You're not sure if you're talking about him or yourself.

You avert your eyes, searching his bedside table for medicine or anything helpful. Without warning, you feel his hand grab your wrist.

"Don't go."

You turn back to him. He’s wide-eyed, almost scared. His thumb presses lightly against your pulse, and somehow, this feels like the most intimate thing in the world. It sets your whole body alight, and that’s when you realize.

You want him. All of him. His lips, his body, his heart. You want to bury your hands in his hair. You want his tongue on your throat, your name on his lips. You want all of him, and you have since the beginning. Tentatively, you bring a shaky hand to his temple and stroke his cheek lightly. He leans into your touch, practically melting, his head sinking back into the pillow. His grip on your wrist loosens, but he keeps his hand in yours, mirroring the soft circles you trace on his skin.

You don't know what this all means. You'll figure it out later. For now, all you know is this feels like heaven.

"Should I sing for you?" he murmurs after a moment. You chuckle softly.

"You're the patient, Mr. Jisung. If anything, I should be the one singing you to sleep."

"Then please do. Hurry up, I'm dying here," he jokes, though his eyes are already half-closed.

"What should I sing?"

"Not Radiohead."

You smile, watching as his eyes close completely. His hand still holds yours, fingers occasionally brushing over your arm, your wrist, then back to your palm. The tender motion almost makes you want to cry.

You start humming a tune absent-mindedly, your mind focused on capturing every detail of this magical moment, for later. When your song is over, you look at Jisung. He's completely knocked out, lips slightly parted, his breathing deep and steady. You smile, hoping his dreams don’t involve musically gifted lizards.

Maybe, just maybe, they involve you.

A huge crash echoes from the living room, followed by a booming voice.

"HEY! Y/N! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? I BROUGHT CHICKEN!"

#stray kids #skz #han jisung #seo changbin #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfiction

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aladaylessecondblog · 6 months ago

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Lil Nerevar 6

Author's Note: this was just supposed to be cute stuff why did it get dramatic. help.

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It took a few weeks before she noticed something very important about her mama. Sadara, she sometimes called her. But usually just mama.

Well, she was tired a lot, and at first needed a cane to get around, but every day she was a little bit better off. It wasn't that. It was that mama looked different. The other Dagoths had fancy robes, or with lots of decoration like Ulen's (or like her papa and uncles, wore very little, but her father had his own robe now too.)

Mama wore a regular red robe, but she didn't have a gold crown or even much jewelry, and it made her stand out among the "majesty" (a word her father taught her) of the Sixth House.

She asked why not one morning when her hair was being brushed.

"Well, I'm not a Dagoth," Sadara said. She finished with Haj-deek's hair, and settled the thing that looked like a crown back on her head.

"But I am!" Haj-deek said, "How can I be but you're not?"

"You were born one, and I'm from outside the family. That's just the way things are. You don't need to worry...I am happy."

Mama said that a lot...it didn't take much to make her happy; papa had said one time that before he met her, her mama had been poor and didn't have much. So, she thought, it was very good mama met papa as she did!

Azura talked sometimes and said her father only hurt her mother, but that was a lie, she saw the proof of it every day! Her father was never anything but nice to mama.

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Sadara's legs were weak; her arms were anything but.

"There is no need for you to bother with these...sorts of things." He gestured vaguely at the tub of water Sadara was washing Haj-deek's robes in. "You realize there are people to do these things for us."

"I've never been the kind of woman to let someone else do something when I can do it myself." Sadara replied, not looking up from the laundry. "I've never had servants. I don't need them."

There was a pause.

"Is something wrong? Have I given you the idea that you must earn your place here? You've already done it--"

"I want to be useful," Sadara said quietly, "And given...I...I wish not to take part in the bulk of what you are doing...there are other things."

She shrugged, and wrung the water from one of the robes.

There was a pause. A long and uncomfortable pause.

"And I have heard..." Sadara went on in a shaky voice, "...from Gilvoth, that you have your supporters in Vivec on the hunt for Nerevar's bones. They're in his Puzzle Canal, and Gilvoth seemed...confident that..."

She lowered her head.

"Whatever world you build with him by your side, I only ask that you let me have the littlest of pieces in it with the daughter you gave me."

She had never asked for much in life, and she would not start now, not with her position as (to her) shaky as it was.

"What gave you the idea I wanted you gone, after all the trouble of bringing you back?" Voryn's voice was the softest it had ever been. "Was it something I said? Something one of the others said?"

"I bear no ill will for it...Gilvoth was right on that head, I am not Nerevar--"

"What. Did Gilvoth. SAY?"

She flinched, but repeated the words that had haunted her for several years. "'You know, do you not, that it is not you he wants, but Nerevar?'"

Another pause.

"When I left, I stopped seeing you in my dreams, so...I thought..." she paused, "And Azura was keen to remind me of it at every turn. 'See, he abandons you, you who betrayed him!' And even when you retrieved me, I thought...I have to be useful, or..."

"You think I mean to cast you aside for Nerevar?" Voryn was incredulous. "Nothing can be further from the truth."

"But for all that he means to you--"

"Did it never occur to you that I might want both of you?"

"Both--what?"

"Consider it," Voryn gave a brief smile, "Rather than the false gods, we shall give the people of Morrowind a new tribunal. A true tribunal."

Sadara was silent for a minute or two, before finally speaking up again.

"What happened to Akulakhan?"

"Akulakhan will still be the main focus, of course, but the similarity to the tribunal will ease the transition for those who are not yet wise enough to follow the true way. We shall take back all that they stole from us."

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Haj-deek saw her mama was happier after a little while. Her papa said it was because she had been worried she wasn't wanted.

Another thing, he added, that Azura put into her head. It took time to undo the damage the Daedric princes did to one's mind.

"Your mother will be alright now. It will just take time for her to realize she will not lose everything she has gained. Everything will be well."

She gave a smile, and him a hug.

It surprised him, but he returned it.

#dagoth ur #fanfiction #morrowind #nerevarine #tes #tesblr

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watatsumiis · 2 years ago

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ro ro ro ro

🎤🛡💔 for whichever (or all) of your genshin men <3

*bites you (/aff) and runs*

CHASES YOU DOWN AND BITES YOU BACK. RRRAAAAGH /aff /pos

ramblies below the cut awooo!!!

🎤: Describe your f/o’s voice

Ayato - His voice is a very soft blue with white cloud shaped spots throughout but with the texture of perfectly misted water. but theres also a little stream of water running along the underside. kind of a vaguely round-ish shape but also not. im imagining the shape of moving water when katara is waterbending in atla ? its very cold but not Bad cold, like.. like leaving the house early on a spring morning and taking in a big breath of that cold crisp air

Capitano - a deep deep navy blue, with very dark brown/almost black-grey sort of .. rocklike shapes along the bottom, but lighter blue upside down droplets near the top. theres also a sort of light to dark gradient descending with the blue ? its kind of shaped like a big rounded scale. a very tough texture but also sort of soft in a way? like touching a big snake

Zhongli - kind of like the texture of a big big gemstone thats been sliced in half, smooth but theres lines through it, you touch it and its warm, its mostly a deep brown but the gradient sort of fades to a similar amber colour to his eyes. but when hes speaking softly its like... soft, but not too soft. not mink but like that soft thats almost.. sticky feeling? it comes in like little clumps. it looks like the scales butterflies have on their wings, its whats on the inside of those oodies?

🛡: Who’s the more protective one?

Ayato - I think we're both very protective towards one another but in different senses. he's the 'traditionally' protective one, who is always going out of his way to make sure I'm staying out of trouble and not around anyone shady, but I like to look after him and make sure he's taking care of his own needs and isn't being overworked (even if that means coming up with an excuse to get him out of a meeting that has run way too long). I'm the guy standing behind him giving people the stink eye when they try to give him extra paperwork

Capitano - It's him. there's no doubt about it. he's protector coded through and through, to him I am just this pathetic little sopping wet pomeranian puppy fresh out of the washing machine with shaky little legs that needs to be kept on a tight leash or else I'll get myself crazy murdered. which hes probably right for that. i couldnt see myself surviving long around people like the fatui. im too impulsive, id probably get offered a beaker of glowstick juice from a dottore clone and gulp it down without thinking. though im definitely protective of him to an extent too (as much as i can be), fretting over him being sent into dangerous situations or having to work too much, that kind of thing.

Zhongli - it's him. without a doubt. im just a fragile squishy little human, he's an archon. he probably frets much more than he needs to and does lots of little things to subtly guide me away from things i shouldnt be getting into. i am my own biggest danger most of the time because i'm pretty clumsy and sometimes struggle to look after myself. id worry over him a lot, but he's probably pretty good at practicing self care so my worries dont have a lot of merit to them. he likes to let me feel like im helping though <3

💔: Is it hard being away from each other?

Ayato - For him, yes. Not so much for me. He spends a lot of time working and so I'd be pretty used to him not giving me much attention and the like, but I know I'll have his full attention when he does have time for me. but he likes the reassurance that he hasn't been forgotten about or isn't being ignored, so he gets kind of antsy if i don't visit him often enough, or tell thoma to say i said hi when he brings ayato his cups of tea <3

Capitano - Not particularly. We're both very introverted and benefit from alone time - I'd imagine a lot of our time spent 'together' is just.. alone time, in the same vicinity as one another. like parallel play. He'll be cooking in the kitchen while I'm sitting nearby reading a book, or he'll do some gardening when i'm out on the porch drawing or writing! Of course, we'd miss each other a lot, but I'd imagine we're separated a lot thanks to his work, so we've found our own ways to cope, and are careful not to become too reliant on one another. but id definitely miss his cooking and his cuddles (sob)

Zhongli - I think it depends. I'd get sort of used to having Zhongli around me very often, and having someone to direct my questions and observations towards, so him not being there would be super noticeable for me, and I think he'd probably feel at least somewhat similarly. We'd find ourselves turning to talk to someone that isn't there beside us and craving for someone else's company, but nobody else feels quite right. I'd imagine his loneliness gets a lot worse during the Lantern Rite season or on death anniversaries, when all the old emotions are being dredged back up - he'd sort of instinctively draw away a bit to grieve because he doesn't want me to see him all sad, but that in turn would make me sad because i miss him and would feel like id done something wrong :((

#asks #general barks #ogh that last one is giving me angsty fic ideas #self ship tag #thanks so much for the ask!!!!! yaps excitedly

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gnattyplayssims · 8 months ago

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1963 Pt1 - On the Roof

It was a rainy day near the end of fall and Ava was sitting outside the bar trying to kick raindrops. That was how Nikolas found her when he showed up that afternoon. She smiled and waved but didn't stop swinging her legs as he came to sit beside her.

"Hey kiddo you out here all by yourself?"

"Yeah." They fell silent for a moment watching the rain fall. "Where's your mom?"

"On the roof."

"Can I go up?"

"Sure can I watch?"

"What?"

"If you disturb her during her 'personal time' you must have a death wish. I wanna watch."

Nikolas gave Ava a few Simoleons to buy some candy up the street instead and climbed the stairs to the roof. Despite Ava's warning, he was not prepared for what he found. "Sofia?" She didn't answer and he knelt next to her taking note of the level of juice in the bottle. "Sof?"

Finally she turned to him, a desperate look in her eyes that sent a shiver through him. "Heeeey Nik!"

"You cut your hair."

"Yeah." His words seemed to sober her just a bit. "I'm sure you hate it."

"No of course not."

"Sometimes it easier, right." Her voice broke and he nodded

He took her face in his hands. "I liked it better long."

She took a shaky breath. "If you shave all your hair off I'll throw this bottle at your bald head."

He let out a sharp laugh, "Then don't force my hand. You have no idea how much I worry about you."

"But you left."

"You told me to get off your roof."

She lifted the bottle to her mouth and took another big gulp. "I didn't mean it. I...I was angry. I didn't mean for you to stay away."

"I know. I'm sorry I didn't come back sooner."

"My mom hates it...she says I look like a boy."

"Watcher! Has she even looked at you..." He trailed off catching himself before he strayed too far.

"It's fine. It's better this way. I don't want to be beautiful anymore. Beauty is what started all this. If I had been ugly...maybe..."

"No Sof, don't you dare go there."

"Then why? Why did all this happen to me? Am I really only good for my body? I'm clearly too stupid to recognize when I'm being used. Even you couldn't keep your hands off me."

"That's not fair. You kissed me."

"But you enjoyed it didn't you?"

"Yes."

She hiccuped tearfully.

He sat next to her. "Just because I liked it doesn't mean I expect anything from you. I just want you to be happy. To know your own mind."

She was silent for a moment. "I don't know if I've ever had my own mind."

He chuckled, "You did once. It's still buried in there somewhere"

"I don't know how to find it."

"Well for one...maybe stop with this."

He reached for the bottle but she jerked it away from him. "What are you doing?!"

"Come on Sof. You don't need this."

"Yes I do! I don't want to feel any of it!"

"How are you going to heal if you're numbing it. That's not how healing works."

"Maybe I don't want to heal! Maybe I like being miserable! Get off me!"

Her words struck him hard. Had she said those words to others...and been ignored? He tried to back up but it was too late

He fell on top of her, her face so close he could feel her breath on his face. She looked up at him with a juiced grin. "I knew you wanted more"

"Stop it." He jumped up quickly grabbing her wrists to pull her up. "We're not doing this. I told you not to twist it and I meant it."

She frowned as he lifted her to her feet and she stumbled, too drunk to stand. "I can't"

"Then I'll have to carry you."

She didn't protest but when he picked her up her mind rebelled, spiralling through undesirable scenes...a pool, Don naked, Magnus pressing her against a mirror

She cried out "No put me down! I'll be good!"

What was she even saying? "Sofia you have to stop or I'll drop you on the stairs." She was breathing hard by the time he cleared the landing but he hadn't dropped her. He wrapped another arm around her securely. "We're almost there."

She remembered how Don had jostled her as he climbed the stairs, curseing at her and eventually thrown her on a chair...she didn't want to think of the rest. Nik held her securely and spoke to her softly as he lay her gently on the bed. Slowly, her breathing steadied.

"You okay?" She nodded but there were tears in her eyes and her breathing was still too fast. "I'm sorry. I'm not sure what I did, but I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault. I'm just broken."

His eyes scanned the room as she lay down. "What happened?"

"I burned them."

"You burned the pictures of Ava?"

"I don't want to remember anymore. Not Mathias, not Don, not...Jameson." She breathed his name in a whisper. It was the first time it had passed through her lips.

"And us?"

Tears welled in her eyes. "I thought you weren't coming back."

He took her face between his fingers, "You can't lose me that easily." She tensed her breathing becoming rapid again and he let go of her face. "Damn what did I do?"

"Nothing, it's fine."

"No I did something."

"I just don't like when you touch my face like that."

He nodded, "I was trying to be funny"

"I know, I can't control what my mind is going to do"

He smiled a little. "What?"

"I knew she was still buried in there. I see her when you speak your mind like this. I see her in the way you love your kids cause you're a damn good mother."

He took her hand gently in his, pressing his fingers against her wrist, feeling her heartbeat steady as he spoke, "Cause that's who you are Sofia. You're kind and passionate and determined, and full of dreams. You lost your way...but I know you can find it again."

1963 Pt2 - Return to the Carnival

#mizrahi legacy #dandy generation #decades challenge #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy

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eldrich-i-guess · 1 year ago

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guess who has another start of a story

this one is longer and I'm more attached so be nice

The sky is blue here. a beautiful blue. different from the normal sky blue. the color is shifting, sometimes more purple, sometimes more green, sometimes like the ocean. you can see the stars even though it's day. twinkling magenta and lime and peach.

“Erix Savil, Get your head off of that window before you give yourself a headache.” I fixed my posture wordlessly. lady Kielaph’s Frown deepens

“ I don't know why you insist on such a gloomy trip. whether you live or die is completely out of your hands. at this point you were just wasting your own time.” I can't help but shrink in my seat. she's a strange lady and I know it's her way of trying to come from me but… even her toad familiar sitting on the bench next to her is laughing at the sorry attempt.

“ well how would you have me do it?” the lady snaps “ want me to lie to her? tell her she's going to live happily ever after?” I turn to the window again as the carriage descends.

leaves to Green to be real and creatures with eyes like cold fire and too many joints. wrong and warped in a way that is Distantly familiar. the carriage rests next to a creek. Kielaph Gets out and gestures for me to give her my hand. and she helps me down I hear footsteps across the creek. looking up I wish I hadn't.

the thing is pretending to be a woman. tall with blonde ringlets of hair down to her elbows and a light gray sweater. her knees bend the wrong way though, she has too many teeth and I can't shake the feeling that she just isn't breathing. she's standing too still to be breathing. Kielaph Hasn't noticed. I don't know how. the not a woman sees me staring and her Cheshire Cat smile grows unnaturally big. she really does have too many teeth. they shouldn't be able to fit in her mouth like that. She walks forward moving just her legs like a cat stalking prey. movement silky smooth and lightning quick. she's at the edge of the creek now and, God how hasn't she noticed? the not a woman keeps hold of my eyes she Winks at me and

I know.

I know why the lady hasn't noticed. she can't see the fairy. It clears its throat without moving its face. Kielaph turns startled and shaky. it's a chilling change from her attitude in the carriage. “as the coven promised, we delivered the claimed child.” the fairie’s face is doll-like and unmoving as it says “We appreciate your compliance.” Kielaph nudges me forward through the creek. it's strange at a time like this to be mad at her for getting my socks wet Stranger still that I'm not afraid. Not Afraid as the fairy offers me a hand with too many joints in the fingers. not as I'm pulled from the creek. not as I stare into the pupil-less eyes of a thing that would peel the skin from my face on a good day. not as it's Cheshire smile falls for the first time

“ it does not sleep enough.” the tone is frigid.

Kielaph let's loosen anxious squeak “ she's a high schooler”

“ it does not eat enough cake or drink enough spiced wine”

“ but-”

“ you will fix that.” I've never heard someone talk to a lady of the coven like that. she takes a step back as if burned. She likely hasn't heard anyone talk to her like that since she became a lady of the coven either.

I can see another fairy over her shoulder. this one is younger I know with a dreamlike sense. she's my Age. strange and segmented like an insect. long smooth black hair down to her waist.

I realize I'm not looking at the blonde one anymore. fear courses back through my bloodstream I practically leap over the creek to Kielaph. When I look back at the blonde one its Cheshire smile has returned.

“ Ammonia will go with you to ensure. we are fond of the child and its face. you will have less time with it though. I question your ability to raise a child.

4 years return here

the child need not fear.

hand in hand towards Homeland

it will find itself go.”

Then once again with lightning-quick motion it manages to jump across the creek and passes us on the left disappearing amongst the trees behind the carriage. the insect girl is still there. I don't think I mind her nearly as much. She doesn't look like she eats human skin, so that's nice. I can't wait to come back in 4 years And find out what ‘we like your face’ means.

#original story #writing #spooky #its probably bad

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nightmarekilljoy · 1 year ago

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This is more of a physical than a mental thing but...

I've been really really fatigued. All the time. For so long and it got worse with my infections. And I finally know what that is. Its not just really bad chronic fatigue, its also me having difficulty with balance, bumping into things constantly, needing to hold on to things sometimes, being careful about how I stand up or else I'll feel dizzy and my vision would go black for a full minute, not being able to tell if I'm able to do something physical, being in constant pain while exercising, having shaky hands and legs (not just from anxiety), needing to take long breaks from walking too much, sleeping for 14 hours and feeling like I haven't slept at all, sleeping for 8 hours and feeling the same. Big big problems with sleeping. Never feeling relaxed enough. Always tired and always in pain. GI problems that I had for a very long time and they were made worse with my infections.

Not actually being able to do anything about it either.

Why? Because my family doesn't believe me.

They didn't believe me when I got infected with helicobacter pylori. They didn't believe me when I told them that my candida infection was a result from the medicine I was taking. They only believed me after I got taken to a specialist.

They didn't believe me when I told them that my doctor diagnosed me with functional dyspepsia.

So I decided to do things on my own and get myself a mobility aid (a cane) so I could live a little better than I did. I would get it and use it when I can. If I get asked why I got it, I would say I found it and I need it.

-Am (read my dni/byf before interacting please)

#aminrecovery #important #recovery #mobility aid #tw fakeclaiming #disability #chronic illness #chronic fatigue

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kanao-kyun · 3 years ago

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Hello! I read your professor and student work of yours and I really loved it! May i request that for shinichiro, wakasa and south? (it's okay if you don't write for him! You can skip) thank you so much, I hope you have a pleasant day/night to spend. 💕

Characters: professor! Shinichiro Sano/Wakasa Imaushi/South Terano x Student Reader

Tw: Age gap, student x teacher relationship, toxic! Wakasa, fucking in school uniform, rough fucking on South's part, mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink, manipulative behavior, mention virginity loss, stalkish behavior on south's part

Synopsis: You are his favorite lil student, and he'll do anything to make you stay.

a/n: Part 1. Sorry if Wakasa's part seems short :(

Wakasa Imaushi

Waka sensei is the most popular teacher in your academy. The female population in the school lust for him, but he only has eyes for his favorite student: you. Unlike Taiju, he passes you no matter how bad you fail on quizzes or tests because you do nothing wrong to him! You are his favorite for a reason! But sometimes, your bratty behavior can get in the way of your studies~

"T-Too much sensei!" Your squeaky voice echoed in the classroom. You grip the desk as if your life depended on it. "Stop complaining," your sensei took another long lick at your soaping cunt, making you gasp, "I know you can take it." His droopy lilac eyes bore into your teary face, looking satisfied at the broken state.

"But it's too- AH!" a harsh slap at your clit made you cry even harder. Your choked-up sobs make your favorite teacher hard with each slap, "kitten, why do you insist on talking back?" with a soothing voice, he rubs your pulsing clit in circles, making your hips buck up with need.

"Mmm...I don't know!" You begin to whine but soon stop when Waka sensei grips your jaw, forcing you to look down at his messy face. Your sweet essence dripping down on his chin, his eyes clouded with lust.

"I think you do know, kitten. I think you do this for my attention, right?" He slowly enters two fingers into you, "you hate it when I give the other female students attention, right?"

You hate it. You hate how Waka sensei can read your mind like a book. Yes, you do hate it when he flirts with other female students, and you damn well know he does it to get a rise out of you. Touching and smiling at the others while he gives you the cold shoulder during class.

How is that fair? You are his favorite; everybody knows that!

"Don't worry, Kitten," his voice takes you out of your trance. Standing up, he unbuckles his belt, staring at you with a new type of hunger.

"Let me take care of you~."

South Terano

You always feel like someone's watching you, but you just shake it off as being tired from school. But the feeling gets stronger each day to the point where you're scared to walk home alone. Your suspicions are proven when you discover that your favorite sets of bras and panties are missing! Including other trinkets, you use them daily. So who do you confined in? Why, Mr. Terano, of course!

"Jesus, stop squeezing me so tight!" The animalistic growl makes your heart race even faster than the thrust of Mr. Terano's hips. You didn't know how you ended up like this. You went to Mr. Terano to talk about your stalker problem. Still, before you could say anything, one thing led to another. Your back is on the wall, legs trying to wrap around your teacher's muscular waist as he fucks you brutally backstage in the auditorium.

"I-I can't Mr. T-Terano!" Your shaky moans mixed with the soft tone of music in the background make his dark impulses spin out of control. He wants to have his instincts take over, show you how much he wants you to be his, but in fear of scaring you, he keeps it under wraps; Tonight, it's about taking care of your needs.

"Shhh... I'm going to make you forget all about that stalker of yours, mi amore~" South bit the side of your neck, making you whine.

Wait. You didn't say anything about a stalker...

"How did you know about- Owie!" A shock of pain from your waist made your mouth shut immediately. South's nails dig into your soft flesh, hoping to leave crescent-shaped marks tomorrow. "Be quiet, angel; we don't want the music to be spoiled, now do we?" The sickening whisper in your ear set off red flags, but you ignored it.

His trust became sloppy, reaching his limit. Your stomach turns at the thought of him breeding you to the brim. "Cum inside..." your timid whispers were heard, "huh? you want to be a mommy already?" He angles his hips right to get deeper into your womb.

"Yess, yes, YES! I want to be a mommy South!" Your begging was music to his ears. If you want to be a mommy, he'll make you a mommy. He'll take care of you and his child. He'll be a great father and husband despite the apparent age gap.

The image of your stomach swollen with his seed made his hips snap, his warm cum filling you up, your silent cries and your nails raking his back gave him an absolute pleasure.

the tall man gently puts you down, only to fall forward; it's a good thing Mr. Terano is here to help you. "Don't push yourself, angel; let me take you home." He offered, picking you up in bridal style.

You hummed, your tiredness catching up to you. But then you thought...

How does he know where I live?

Shinichiro Sano

Sano sensei is famous when it comes to the care of his students. His charisma and humble nature catch the heart of his pupils and seniors, and that includes you too. Your innocent doe eyes widen in excitement whenever he comes around, making the young teacher blush. You have no idea what you are doing to him. or maybe you do~

"does it feel good, sensei?" You tilt your head ever so innocently, but Shinichiro can see the evil glint in your sparkly eyes. "No need to keep asking, princess; you always do well for your sensei~" A moan hits the back of his throat as you go back to sucking on the swollen red tip of your sensei's pretty cock.

"You taste sweet, but bitter too~" You giggle to yourself, licking the slit of precum. You were always so observant, which is why you attracted Shinichiro so much. "You have a smart mouth on you, huh," The young teacher cress your cheeks before tangling his long slender fingers into your h/c hair.

"Isn't that why you love me?" You come back with a sad fake smile on your glossy lips. Of course, he loves you! how can you ask such a ridiculous question? "Of course I do, princess," his sweet smile melts your heart, "do you love me?" he shoots the question back, already knowing the answer.

"I love you more than my parents." You bluntly said before taking your lover's pretty cock back into your mouth. Shinichiro's breath hitched, gripping the back of your head roughly. Little minx. The way your tongue swirls around his length, tiny manicure hands pumping his cock sensually.

But all Shinichiro could think about was your declaration of love for him. Something about your answer made his eyes darken in absolute lust. He loves you, and you love him; people may look at it as though he is taking advantage of him, but what matters is how you look at him.

"Just like that princess, keep going." The fast pace of your hand does wonders on his cock as you devour every drop of the bitter-sweet cum. With the sweet praises, your ego shoots up in the air. You didn't care if anyone walked in the classroom right now; you just wanted to please your sensei. Your lover.

"Anything for you, Shin-chan~."

#tokyo revengers #smut #wakasa imaushi smut #shinichiro sano smut #south terano smut #tokyo revengers x reader #black dragons #tokyo revengers smut #shinichiro x reader #wakasa x reader #South x reader

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smolkiwi98 · 2 years ago

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Can't Explain

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WARNING!! Mentions of epilepsy, angst, crying, being alone, some fluff, not proofread, I think that's it.

I would like to add that I myself have epilepsy. Every now and then I'll have some depressive episodes where my thoughts take over and I let the weight of the epilepsy take over. Anyone else out there that feels the same, please know that you are not alone...even it feels like it <3

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'Here we go again' You thought to yourself. You could feel your emotions starting to take over, the feeling of a breakdown starting to rise and there is no stopping this one. You were standing in your kitchen when this feeling started to occur, it was nothing new��it happens randomly. You peeked into the living room and saw that Steve was distracted by the T.V. which meant it would be easy for you to sneak away. Of course Steve knew about your condition. He had to know, especially if you two were going to date and eventually move in together.

This condition you have is epilepsy. Diagnosed in second grade and was put on medication. When you were younger you didn't fully understand it, but you did know you were different and something was wrong. Seizures occurred in class, which meant so many people would witness it, and not to mention sometimes wetting your pants during one. The older you got the more you learned about it and understood it. The medicine you were on would have side effects, Seizures seemed a little more scary…especially since you go Seizure free and then boom! It happens out of nowhere. You didn't want to tell Steve, but you knew you had to and it would be better and safer for you.

With a shaky breath you tried to calm yourself enough to excuse yourself not wanting Steve to witness your little break down, "Hey, uh…I gotta go to the bathroom real quick. My stomach is getting all crampy." You said walking through the living room to go upstairs "Do you need anything?" Steve asked, looking at you worried. You responded with a shake of your head and headed up the stairs. Once the door was closed that's when everything hit you.

Walking to the end of your bed and sitting on the floor the tears started to fall. Your body began to shiver as you cried 'I'm a burden…' your thoughts stated 'I'll never be okay…" you squeezed your eyes shut and covered your mouth not wanting Steve to hear you 'Steve will leave.' That one thought got you and made a new wave of tears fall 'I can't explain this feeling to anyone. No one would fully understand this feeling.' You repeated those sentences to yourself. No one would understand this feeling. The feeling of being alone. Yes, you have friends…but no matter what you felt alone.

Curling into yourself you laid down on the floor, hugging your legs to your chest. Not caring if anyone heard you, you just let it all out. It felt like your sobs were echoing loudly through the room. Not long after finally breaking and letting it out you heard frantic knocks on the door "Baby? Baby, are you okay?" Steve was speaking quickly, he was beyond worried at this point. You didn't say anything, you just shook your head even though you knew Steve couldn't see it. Without another word Steve was opening the door and rushing to your side "Hey…" he said softly. He didn't want to move you, so he just pushed your hair away from your face. Your eyes were still squeezed shut, cheeks red from the sweating, "Baby loom at me. Please." He needed to see your eyes. If you got too worked up it was possible to go into a seizure, but somehow Steve was able to tell if you were gone. If you were going to have one.

You slowly opened your eyes and looked up at him "Hey, Pretty." He whispered while placing a hand on your cheek. He was looking at you with concentration, studying your face. Once he knew you were okay he slowly sat you up and pulled you into his chest hugging you tightly. The comfort made you start crying a little harder. The feeling of someone being there for you was great, but it didn't help the thoughts, "What's wrong?" He asked softly. Your sniffles were loud as you tried to take deep breaths "I-I'm a bu-burdan." You whimpered, Steve furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at you "What? Y/N, you're not a burden." He said reassuringly "What makes you think you are?" He asks. You pulled away from his chest and looked up at his face, and seeing yours broke his heart. Steve stroked your cheek silently encouraging you to talk.

After talking to Steve and telling him that you go through this, you could tell something in him changed. You wiped your face "I…I can't explain it. I can't explain it to where you'd understand." You mumbled. Steve nibbled on his lip, he knew you were right but he wasn't going to let that stop him, "When you start to feel this way, please tell me." He said "I need to know you're going to be okay. It's fine to break down every once in awhile and I know the side effects of your meds will cause some of these emotions." Him saying that shocked you a little. Now you were the one furrowing their eyebrows "You know the side effect" you asked. Steve chuckled softly and nodded "Yeah! I wanted to know exactly what they did and I wanted to know the side effects…so I can try to help you as best as I can." He confessed while placing his forehead on yours "No matter what, I'm going to love you and take care of you. It's okay that you can't explain. Just feel it, get it out, and I'll always be by your side." He whispered before placing a small kiss to your nose.

That little break down and talking made you feel somewhat better. You still felt a little numb from the thoughts, but Steve was right there with you. He knew you weren't fully over your emotions in this situation, but he was willing to do anything he could to help.

All you knew in this moment was…as the end of the day you had someone to be there to pick you up. You couldn't explain everything for him to understand, but knowing someone was there for you, knowing someone was aware of these feelings…brought a little bit of comfort.

#steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #comfort steve harrington #steve harrington smut #imagine #oneshot #fanfic #steve x reader #epileptic reader #angst #fluff

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franny-writing · 3 years ago

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My Little Rockstar (f!reader x eddie munson)

Summary: After a night of forgetting extra protection when Y/n and Eddie were alone, they ended up with a rockstar of their own. Y/n has to find a way to tell him while trying to sort out her own thoughts

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A/n: I'm not a fan of the ending, feels kinda rushed and this is after a long hiatus of writing so hopefully it's not too terrible. Enjoy :)

“Eddie! Stop it!” Y/n giggled out, as Eddie was kissing up her neck. His curls were tickling her, causing her to start giggling. Eddie ignored her pleas and brought his hand up her thigh, the metal rings cold against her hot skin, “what if Wayne comes home?” she whispered out, deciding to give up on making the other stop.

Eddie briefly stopped his attack on her neck to reply, “He said he was going to be gone for the rest of the evening,” he brought his other hand that wasn't on her thigh to lift up the hem of her shirt, giving him room to roam her stomach, “but if you want to stop, stop me now.” he breathed out against her neck, where a hickey also resided. She let out a shaky breath and shook her head no, grabbing the hand that was on her thigh and bringing it up closer to her heat. Eddie chuckled and nodded his head, understanding her wishes. From that point forward, the room was filled with the smell of sweat, sex, and the sounds of pleasure.

Robin knocked on the stall where crying could be heard, “everything okay in there?” she asked awkwardly. The crying increased in volume, causing her eyes to widen, and whisper out a curse word, “my name is Robin, I’m in the marching band if you have ever been to the games and whatnot. But that's beside the point, do you, uh, need help?” she stopped herself before she went on an hour-long tangent.

Y/n sucked in a long breath and got up from the toilet seat on shaky legs, and opened the stall door to be met with blue eyes, belonging to a brown-haired female. Y/n smiled awkwardly and showed Robin the cause of her crying, “Oh shit.” Robin whispered out when she saw the stick, a stick that showed two lines.

Robin and Y/n sat inside the stall, both sitting across from each other. Robin was fidgeting with her fingers while Y/n fiddled with the pregnancy test. “So, you obviously don’t have to tell me, seeing as we just officially met like 10 minutes ago, and it's definitely not any of my business but, uh, whose the father?” Robin asked while looking at her hands.

Y/n chuckled lowly and replied, “You know Eddie?” Robin nodded, “well he’s the father. We have been dating for a while now, so I guess it was bound to happen if we stopped being careful.”

“You going to tell him?”

Y/n frowned, “Yeah, I have to,” she said while grabbing some toilet paper to wrap the stick in before putting it in her bag, “just don't know how.”

Robin shrugged, “Don’t have to rush into it but don’t wait too long either.” That was the best advice she could give at the situation.

Y/n nodded with a warm smile, standing up as her legs started to feel tingly, “Thank you, for both knocking on the stall and staying to talk with me,” she said while helping Robin stand up as well, “let’s hang out sometime.” Robin nodded and opened the stall and led them both out to the hallways.

It has officially been a week later, and Y/n still has yet to mention anything about the pregnancy to Eddie. She knew that she had to tell him soon, maybe even today. She also knew that she had no reason to be afraid. But she couldn’t help it. Her mind started going haywire thinking of all his possible reactions. Is he gonna get upset at her for getting pregnant? Is he gonna be happy to be a father and start crying tears of joy? Or is he gonna not be ready and decide that it wasn’t worth it to stay? All these thoughts, except for the one where he is happy, are just overthinking thoughts. She knew that Eddie wasn’t the kind of person to be upset at her, considering it takes two to tango and he knew that just as much as she did. She also knew that he would never ever leave Y/n with a child, to take care of the child all by her lonesome. But again, these thoughts were just the production of her anxiety and overthinking.

While she was dealing with her own thoughts, Eddie was as well. He wasn’t an idiot, he noticed when Y/n started withdrawing. As soon as she started becoming distant, he couldn't stop thinking of all the possible bad things that he did. But yet, he couldn’t think of a single thing. He wasn’t perfect, he had made many mistakes before. But each time, they would talk it out together. Explain to each other why they were upset and what could be changed. They weren’t the most healthy relationship to exist, but dammit, they were perfect for each other. They knew how to communicate, and knew how to work through their issues. So when things started to change, he couldn’t possibly think of any reason why.

When Y/n asked to come over that night, he couldn’t sit still. He started worrying that maybe she finally got tired of him. Realized that he was truly a freak like everyone in Hawkins believed him to be.

“Hey,” Y/n said in a timid tone when Eddie opened the door, “is your uncle here?” Eddie shook his head and opened the door further, signaling for her to come in and make herself comfortable. She sighed and walked in and sat on the couch, “you might want to sit down.”

Eddie nodded hastily and mentally prepared himself for what she had to say as he sat down next to her, leaving some space between them. “Can I say something first?” he asked while he fiddled with his rings. Y/n nodded hestitanly. “I don’t know what I did, but please, please tell me. You don’t have to stay with me or anything, I just need to know what I did to cause the distance. I love you, and I love our relationship with each other.”

Halfway through what he had to say, Y/n started tearing up. She didn’t realize that he started thinking that something was wrong with them. She knew that she started to distance herself but not how much. So once he was finished with what he had to say, she grabbed the little box that she put the test in and handed it to him without any words.

“What’s this?” he asked as he fiddled with the lid. All she said was to open it so that's what he did. As he was opening the box, Y/n started fidgeting, nervous about his reaction. Eddie was met with a stick, with two lines. He picked it up and took a closer look at it, saw that it had positive and not positive written on it, “help me out here.” he asked, still unsure.

Y/n laughed lightly and brought her hand up to her stomach, “remember that night, where Wayne was gone? And we had some fun, but we forgot our usual protection?” Eddie slowly nodded along, showing that he was listening, “well, that night, we made a little rockstar.” she finished and looked up at him.

Eddies eyes widened, unbelieving what she was saying, “Wait, are you saying,” Y/n nodded with a huge grin. “Oh my god, oh my fuckin god,” he stood up, dropping the stick on the couch, and ran his hands through his curly hair, “shit. I’m going to be a dad?” he asked with tears in his eyes, but it didn’t seem like he was upset causing Y/n to nod with a smile. “I’m going to be a dad!” he yelled out with excitement. He kneeled down and put his hands over hers that lay across her stomach. “Hi little guy,” he started saying, “I'm your papa. And you’re my little rockstar. We are gonna have so much fun together. I’ll buy you your first guitar, teach you how to play it, and introduce you to all the best bands,” Y/n started to lovingly run her hands through his hair, letting him have his moment, “don’t let your mama introduce you to her music. It sucks ass.” Y/n frowned and whacked him on top of his head, “sorry. Anyways, I already love you little rockstar.” Eddie kissed her stomach as he finished and rested his head on top of her thigh. “And I love you Y/n.”

Y/n smiled and bent down to kiss the top of his head, “I love you too, Eddie Munson.”

#fanfiction #imagines #fluff #requests open #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #romance #reader x eddie munson #female reader x eddie munson

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jessikahathaway · 3 years ago

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Baby Talk - Part V

Holy moly here it is! After a long wait, finally the fifth installment of baby talk!

Guys this chapter kicked my butt, however, I'm so glad that I can share it with you now.

Thanks to @knjsnoona for the beautiful banner. And thank you to my lovely beta Ryn @queenofthedamnit for motivating me. I love you both!

So please enjoy!

Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)

Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)

Warnings: Profanity, threatening a pregnant woman, injuries, jikook being dedicated boyfriends, mentions of aborting a dangerous pregnancy (I KnOW it's a spoiler but it's hard for some people) (If I forgot any please let me know).

Words: 5.7K (She's short but emotional).

The car ride was tense.

Yoongi went with Jungkook and Jimin went with Namjoon.

They were bringing a squad of 45 people, armed and ready to hunt the hunters.

Yoongi was driving while Jungkook looked out the window. He was belted up with kevlar to ensure his safety, but looking at him he just looked like the young, scared man he was.

“You really love her huh?” Yoongi said.

“Yes, Jimin and I both do,” Jungkook answered without looking towards the older male.

“How?”

It was quiet for a moment before Jungkook spoke.

“She’s very selfless, but doesn’t know when to stand up for herself sometimes. She’s sweet, and caring in a way that isn’t outright. She’s really observant. I-I know it sounds silly but she meshes with Jimin and I so well that it’s almost scary. The idea of losing her now, I-I can’t even think that way,” Jungkook choked.

Yoongi nodded. “Love works in mysterious ways, and you should never question it. Just accept it. I know it’s not widely accepted, monogamy seems to be all the rage, but, go with your heart kid. If you all consent, you’re adults you can handle yourselves.”

Jungkook swallowed hard and nodded.

“If they hurt her or our children, I don’t know what I’ll do,” Jungkook whispered.

“We don’t know any specifics, just be patient and level headed. That’ll be the best mindset for you now. Don’t be too emotionally charged,” Yoongi suggested.

Jungkook took a shaky inhale before nodding at his friend.

“I hope you’re right.”

You woke up in restraints.

Your eyes were scanning the area, desperate for any way out.

Jungkook and Jimin’s voices over the phone. It made tears well in your eyes. What if you didn’t see them again? What if you and your babies were doomed?

No.

You wouldn’t think like that.

They said they would come for you.

And when they did, you would tell them. Tell them how much you really care for them. And these children inside of you. With them is where you wanted to be. Forever.

A door behind you opened and darkness fell over your vision.

“Now, Miss Y/N, the clock is ticking. Tell us what we want to know and we’ll let you go.”

“I told you, I don’t know them. And if I did, you wouldn’t get them out of me,” you growled.

“Boss, they’re already bringing money. What else do we need from her?”

“Orders from the higher ups, doesn’t concern you,” one said flippantly. “Just do as you’re told.”

“Alright, time to go Miss Y/N,” a deep male voice spoke from behind you. You felt the restrains on your legs loosen.

Suddenly, tires squealing made you turn your head.

“Shit! Go go!” Someone yelled.

“No! Grab her first!”

Kicking your head back you fell hard on your shoulder, but you were fine otherwise. It would probably bruise, but getting away was far more important. Your hands were still tied behind your back but there wasn’t anything holding you to the chair anymore.

Scrambling to your feet, you wanted to defend yourself, but you couldn’t see anything.

“Lock her in! Don’t let them find her!”

“Just shoot her!”

“No! She’s still valuable, don’t!”

The random hollering didn’t help you find the exit, but you moved until you found the wall.

“Oh no you don’t!”

Someone grabbed you and pulled you to the side, holding your restrained hands in theirs.

“OPEN FIRE!” Someone screamed.

“Wait!” you cried.

Bullets pelted the building you were in. Breaking glass and even some getting through the walls.

“Pretty! Y/N!”

Jungkook’s voice was outside.

“Hold your fire!” A deep voice called from outside as well. It was similar to the one speaking on the phone.

“Take one more step and we will shoot her!”

“I fucking dare you to lay hands on her,” Jimin’s voice snarled.

“Here’s your money you filthy pigs,” Jungkook huffed.

“Give us Y/N,” Jimin said, voice dark and threatening.

“Bring her out,” a man yelled.

Suddenly, you were moving.

“Wait-hold on there’s no-”

“DUCK!”

“NO! Y/N MOVE!”

A huge explosion blew you backwards, slamming you into the large building.

You landed on your side, your ears were ringing. Everything was too warm.

Wetness was falling down your face.

“Fuck, run! Go, GO!”

Several pairs of feet started pounding the pavement.

“Get down! Get down now!”

Your mind was reeling. What happened? Did the place blow up? You certainly felt like you’d been blown up. Holy shit were you dead?

Coughing you tried to sit up but it felt like your shoulder was out of socket.

Remembering hearing them you cried out. “Jimin! Jungkook!” you sobbed.

“Pretty!? Where are you baby?”

“Y/N? Where are you sweetheart?

Both men’s voices were frantic, trying to find you.

“Y/N?”

“Namjoon?” you croaked.

“HERE! SHE’S HERE!” Namjoon yelled.

“Namjoon,” you whispered.

“Yes Y/N, I’m right here,” he eased, gingerly pulling the darkness away.

You looked and saw the face of your friend, sweaty and his eyes were swollen. Like he’d been crying. You whimpered and looked down. “I’m so sorry,” you cried.

“Pretty?!”

“Sweetheart!?”

Soon, two sets of hands were on you.

“Oh God, your arm,” Namjoon said, looking down.

You did the same and saw your arm was definitely out of socket.

“Y/N,” Jimin said, urging you to look up.

“Jimin,” you hiccuped.

“Y/N,” Jungkook said, moving to cut you out of your restraints.

“Oh fuck you’re bleeding,” Namjoon said, cradling your head in his hands.

“Namjoon,” a deep voice called. You turned and looked where Namjoon was walking.

“Yoongi did you call an ambulance?” Jungkook asked, turning his attention to your arm.

“They’re en route,” the man named Yoongi said.

“Are you two hurt anywhere?” you asked, raising your freed, uninjured hand to Jungkook’s cheek and then to Jimin’s.

“Nothing a few stitches won’t fix,” Jungkook teased.

“Don’t,” Jimin warned.

“We’re fine pretty, we’re worried about you,” Jungkook said, wiping your forehead.

“I’m so sorry this happened,” you said, sniveling.

“Baby, this had nothing to do with you. It’s our fault,” Jimin told you, easing you into his arms.

“But I should’ve-”

“No, Y/N, you’re not to blame here. And we’re sorry this-that you were-oh God Y/N, we were so scared,” Jungkook croaked out.

“Don’t cry,” you said, wrapping your hand around his.

“We can’t help it,” Jimin said, tears misting his vision as well.

“Jimin, Jungkook,” you began-when the wailing of sirens came around the corner.

“Later Y/N, right now, let’s focus on getting you and the babies some help.” Jimin cleared his throat and watched as a flood of more police and fire trucks came onto the scene.

Soon the paramedics grabbed you and got you onto a gurney. Jimin and Jungkook both were brought in with you, getting treatment for their own minor injuries.

The ride to the hospital was silent for the most part. You were exhausted from everything and Jimin and Jungkook were giving the paramedics your medical history. Fear gripped your heart as you felt a swirling in your stomach.

“W-Wait! Are the babies okay?” you asked, looking at a paramedic.

You felt a sharpness in your abdomen that made you gasp and look down.

“Looks like you’ve got some active little ones!” One gentleman said, a fondness spreading over his features.

“Really?” you asked, placing your hand on your stomach gingerly. A little jolt went through your hand.

“Jungkook, Jimin, I think the babies are kicking,” you whispered.

“Twins huh?” The paramedic said, looking at Jungkook and Jimin both.

“Well, congratulations, all three of you,” he smiled, something genuine and full of life. It made you feel better that’s for sure.

“Oh!” You gasped again, feeling the intensity of the kick.

“Can we feel, Y/N?” Jungkook asked, big doe eyes sparkling.

“Of course,” you announced, bringing both of their hands to your tummy. Jimin and Jungkook looked at you with wonder in their eyes. Full of tears and joy that you were back with them. And your children were safe.

Jungkook leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, Jimin following suit shortly after. You stared at the men and their bright smiles.

“Jimin, Jungkook-”

“Arriving, alright gentlemen we have to take her back but once she’s settled we’ll have both of you come back.”

Jungkook looked like he wanted to protest, but Jimin’s hand on his shoulder made him falter. He nodded and let the paramedics go forward, taking you on the gurney out of the ambulance and towards the hospital.

Damn it.

Twice now you haven’t been able to tell them.

You could scream.

But the swirling in your tummy reminded you, you have time.

All the time in the world.

You hoped.

—

Jimin was pacing furiously in the waiting room.

It had been at least two hours since the paramedics took you back.

What were they doing?

Were you okay? Were the babies okay?

God he could throw up.

Jungkook tried to get him to stop. He was making other people nervous, but Jimin snapped at him, making Jungkook retreat to the corner like a scolded puppy. He wanted to see you too, just as badly as Jimin. But he understood that Jimin’s anger was not something to be messed with.

After three hours Jimin was ready to barge through those doors.

He had half a mind to do just that, when a nurse came out with a big smile on her face.

“Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook?”

Both men scrambled over to her, making an older woman in the back chuckle lightly. Jungkook looked back and smiled sheepishly before the nurse began talking.

“So you’re both here for Y/N?”

“Yes,” Jimin said, grabbing Jungkook’s hand out of instinct.

“Well, good news! She’s all set to go home, she had some stitches put in her forehead and scalp area, we’ll give you paperwork and such that’ll tell you how to clean and care for the stitches. We did an ultrasound on the babies and they look healthy, no injuries. Other than that she has a couple scrapes and bruises but, those will heal fairly quickly. Since she did suffer a head injury someone should be with her in case of any disorientation or vertigo, she might even black out but the doctor’s did a scan and she didn’t have any internal bleeding in the brain so. Overall, she’s healthy and safe,” the nurse concluded.

Jimin took the paperwork from her and started signing for all the expenses when the door opened.

They’d given you a white hospital smock to wear that replaced your dirty and bloodied clothing. Jungkook rushed forward, taking the wheelchair from the receptionist. You were exhausted. They could see it plain as day on your face. They no doubt kept you from sleeping due to the head injury.

But the moment you saw them both your face lit up.

“Jimin, Jungkook-”

“Y/N!” The men yelled, dropping everything to wrap you up in a big hug. The nurse tutted, reminding them not to jostle you too much to avoid any rupturing of your stitches, but even she couldn’t be that mad. They looked relieved to see you.

“You’re alright? Nothing hurts does it?” Jimin worried, looking you over with keen eyes.

“Just my head hurts a bit, and it feels weird because of the stitches. But overall, I feel pretty good!”

“We’re so glad, we thought you were really hurt,” Jungkook whimpered.

“But you’re alright. And the babies are all healthy too, you’re incredible Y/N, we’re so lucky,” Jimin said softly.

“Can we go?” you asked, ready to be out of the wheelchair and free to do your regularly scheduled programming.

“Of course Pretty, come on,” Jungkook said, wheeling you out to the parking lot.

“Y/N!” Jin’s voice rang through the air.

“Y/N, thank God!” Namjoon said, holding onto Annie.

You smiled immediately upon seeing the sleepy little one in his arms. Instinctively, Annie smiled back at you, reaching forward. Your arms seemed to move on their own, grabbing her under the armpits carefully and bringing her into your embrace.

Jimin and Jungkook felt the air whoosh out of their lungs. You looked so perfectly maternal. Their hearts thudded against their chests, they shared a look and Namjoon smiled at the couple.

“Annie woke up from a nap to come see Auntie Y/N get out of the hospital,” Jin said with a gentle grin on his face.

“So glad she did,” Jimin said.

“She’s getting so big,” Jungkook announced, resting his head on your shoulder.

“She is,” you marveled, bouncing her lightly when she started to fuss.

“Well, Namjoon and I wanted to tell you that we have a room in our apartment that’s free for a little while, Jungkook and Jimin mentioned wanting to buy a house and we don’t feel comfortable letting you go back to that apartment, so, stay with us for a while?”

You looked down at Annie’s chubby face and beamed.

“Okay, yeah, let’s do that,” you agreed.

The men gathered you up and helped you get into the car.

Finally some peace.

There was no peace in your mind when you walked into Jin and Namjoon’s spare room.

It was like a bad fanfiction.

There was only one king bed in the middle of the room.

Jungkook had packed up some stuff for all of you for the next few days, until you could all figure out something to do.

Jimin set down the bags while Jin and Namjoon went to put Annie down for the night.

“There’s only one bed in here,” you said lamely.

“Yeah, no trouble though, we should all fit,” Jimin said, rubbing his chin contemplatively.

“Um,” you bit your lip lightly, trying not to full on panic at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as them.

“Something wrong, Y/N?” Jungkook asked, looking at you with concern.

“No no, I’m fine, it's just. There’s only one bed,” you stated again, like a broken record.

“Yes...?”

“I just-”

“Y/N do you want us to get a hotel and you stay with Namjoon and Jin?” Jimin asked.

“No!” You said loud, making both men startle at your tone.

“Y/N, Pretty, we don’t want to make you uncomfortable. We’ll go and get a hotel, it’s late. You’re exhausted, just rest,” Jungkook said, moving towards the door, Jimin went to follow him when you gripped their wrists, effectively stopping them in their tracks.

“Y/N-”

They both started, like they wanted to appease you. But you weren’t having any of it.

“No. I don’t want you to leave me, and I don’t want to leave you.”

Both men felt hope glimmer in their chests. The rings Jungkook bought weighing heavy in his pocket, but they had to know.

Did... Did you feel the same as them?

“This whole time, you two have been nothing but genuine and kind to me. You’ve shown me... You’ve shown me what it’s like to have a family again and I-” you felt emotion well up in your throat. “I don’t want to give that up. These kids, you two, I don’t want to walk away... I-I can’t walk away, so please tell me if this is a pipe dream and I need to wake up or-or if there’s a chance at you both like me too-”

Jungkook couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Pretty!” He swooned, picking you up by your under arms and spinning you in the air.

“Us too, we like you too pretty, Y/N, darling.”

“W-what?” You blinked slowly, trying to comprehend Jungkook’s words.

“Y/N, sweetheart, we want to be with you and our children, we don’t want you to leave. Ever. Stay with us?” Jimin asked, coming over to Jungkook’s side and leaning his head on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Yes! A million times yes,” you squealed, clinging to Jungkook and grabbing Jimin’s arms as well.

“Shall we make it official?” Jungkook asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the ring boxes.

Beautiful bands sat in their cushions, gleaming up at you with bright white diamonds in the setting. A beautiful ring shone from the middle box, white gold and a large sapphire surrounded by diamonds made your throat close in emotion yet again.

“Yes,” you whispered.

Jungkook gently slid the ring onto your finger, handing you a band.

“Do the honors for Jimin Pretty?”

You took the ring, gingerly sliding it onto Jimin’s finger and watching as he did the same for Jungkook. You all matched.

“Y/N, we’re so happy, I could just about burst,” Jungkook whispered.

“You’re all we’ve ever wanted, Sweetheart, truly,” Jimin smiled.

“Y-You guys wanted another partner?”

“We’ve discussed it in the past. But we weren’t certain until you came along,” Jimin said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Beautiful,” Jungkook said, bringing your hand to his lips so he could kiss your ring gently.

“We’re so glad to have you, Y/N,” Jimin said, kissing your cheek.

Your heart felt so full. Like you were about to lose your goddamn mind. Fuck, you were gonna cry if they kept this up. Being pregnant will do that to you, and having two of the sweetest men alive confess their feelings for you.

God here come the waterworks.

“Oh sweetheart, don’t cry,” Jimin said, rubbing your shoulder, his ring glinting in the light of the dim room.

You couldn’t help the tears however, you were so happy in this moment. With them, and your full belly making you even more joyous.

“I can’t help it, I’m just, so happy,” you hiccuped, wrapping your arms around their necks and bringing them closer to you. Well, as close as you could with your big bump.

“We’re happy too Pretty, so happy,” Jungkook said, kissing your head.

You were about to speak more when a yawn erupted from your mouth. You felt the full brunt of exhaustion hit you in the span of a few seconds. Had this really all happened in less than twenty four hours? Was that all it took for your life to change?

“I think it’s time for our princess to get some sleep,” Jimin stated.

“Most certainly. Come on pretty, let’s get you dressed and ready for bed,” Jungkook said, bringing you into the bathroom and helping you get all situated.

It was utter bliss. Truly.

Your heart was pounding.

Today was the day you’d figure out what you were having.

Jungkook and Jimin had been nothing but sweet to you for the entire week. They still hadn’t kissed you, but, that was a trouble for a different time. You’d all just been enjoying each other’s company, and Jin and Namjoon were there as well. Helping you while Jimin and Jungkook were at work.

But they both had taken the day off today.

Jungkook was sitting in the back seat with you, holding your hand while Jimin drove. Car sickness had suddenly taken a hold of you earlier in the week. Something you’d read could happen while pregnant. It didn’t mean it made you any less irritated at the fact you couldn’t even be in an elevator without wanting to vomit.

“You okay Pretty?” Jungkook asked, raising a brow at you.

You must’ve looked pretty rough, this was the third time he’d asked in a twenty minute car ride.

“I’ll be alright, I just need some water,” you said, taking a small swallow of your water bottle and giving him a weak smile afterwards. Jungkook’s brow furrowed and he kissed your hand.

:Jimin, baby, please hurry up, she's not doing too well back here,” Jungkook said.

“Alright, just hang in there sweetheart,” Jimin said, looking in the rearview mirror at you.

Finally you rolled up to the clinic. Jungkook helped you out of the back, bringing you into his arms to help you resituate yourself. Jimin came over and rubbed your back slowly, kissing your shoulder before heading towards the door. Jungkook and you followed shortly after, walking in behind him.

You were checked in and sat down. Your head was still spinning lightly, but a few calming breaths had the fog clearing up. Jungkook took one hand while Jimin held his. Jungkook had taken to fiddling with your ring, an absent minded habit he’d picked up when he was nervous. He said it was nothing, but it’s like he wanted to make sure you never took it off.

“Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook and Miss Y/N?” a nurse said at the door.

You stood up and went back. Jimin and Jungkook following shortly after you.

“Actually gentleman, the doctor would like to speak to Miss Y/N on her own, if that’s alright with you. There’s some private health information-”

“They can come back it doesn’t matter to me-”

“Actually, ah, Miss... It isn’t your decision to make, I'm afraid.”

“It’s my personal information and I can’t decide whom I want to share it with? I signed a release it should be fine for them to come with me-”

“Y/N, pretty, easy,” Jungkook soothed.

“It’s just a few minutes, we’ll be right back here if you need us,” Jimin said, petting your hair gently.

“Okay, you’re right. I apologize I didn’t mean to be rude,” you said, hands slipping from theirs.

“You’re alright, just come with me please,” she said, holding the door open for you.

You gave Jimin and Jungkook a nod before walking back with the nurse.

She led you through the usual process, getting your weight, checking your blood pressure and heart rate before telling you the doctor would be in shortly.

Soon, Dr. Heinz came in.

“Hello Miss Y/N, how are we doing today?” he asked, a somber expression on his face.

“I-I’m fine, but-”

“I’m glad to hear it. I am so sorry to tell you this... But, there are some complications with your pregnancy,” he said softly.

“What?” you asked, holding your stomach with shaky hands.

“After your incident, I got in contact with the emergency room and got your test results back and there is a very high risk of this pregnancy not going to term and putting you and the babies health in danger,” he said, looking at your file with sad eyes.

“What do you mean? They said I was fine,” you argued. Not wanting to believe what he was saying.

“I-I’m really sorry but we suggest aborting this pregnancy,” Dr. Heinz swallowed hard.

“You... what...?”

“To save your life, I’m afraid the best solution is to-”

“No, no absolutely not. That’s not an option here.”

“Miss Y/N, I know that you’re upset but you will have the option to try again in a few months. Once you agree to do that I’m sure Mr. Jeon and Mr. Park will-”

“This isn’t about the money, this is about my children. You want me to abort-”

“These aren’t your children,” Dr. Heinz said lowly.

“Excuse me?”

“You signed a contract, giving up all legal rights to these children once they’re born, best not to get too attached.”

“What’s the likelihood of me surviving this pregnancy?” you asked, bringing your hand to wipe some tears.

“It’s less than fifty percent.”

You swallowed thickly before looking up at him. “D-Do I have time to think about it?”

“I would say possibly two weeks at the most before you reach the point of no return. Once you hit that mark it would be far more dangerous to abort the pregnancy than to have you attempt birth.”

“Do Jimin and Jungkook know?” you asked.

“I didn’t think it would be good for them to hear it from me. Better to have you explain the situation as you all seem very close.”

“I understand,” you said, eyes filling with tears.

“I’m truly sorry Miss Y/N, please think on what I’ve said,” he said, closing the manila file in his hands and walking towards the door.

“Can you tell me, the genders of the babies?”

He was quiet for a moment.

“A boy and a girl.”

“I knew it,” you whispered.

Jungkook and Jimin saw your tear stricken face when you came out and all hell broke loose.

“What happened in there? What did he do to you? Are you hurt anywhere?” Jimin growled, bringing you into his arms.

You swallowed your tears and gave them a watery smile. “It’s okay,” you whispered.

“You’re crying obviously it’s not okay-” Jungkook pressed.

“They’re happy tears.”

That was a big fat lie.

You were more devastated than you’d ever been in your entire life. But you just had to make it two weeks. Two weeks and then... Then you could tell them.

“You’re clearly upset.”

“I was right,” you said, gently bringing your hands to theirs. “One boy and one girl,” you whispered, bringing their hands to your stomach.

Jimin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. You smiled when he rubbed his fingers along your covered stomach. Jungkook was equally affected.

“A boy and a girl?” Jungkook asked.

“Yes, one of each,” you said. Your eyes locked with the nurse who was talking with the doctor. You bit your lip and pleaded with your expression to not have them come over here. Just let you live in this fantasy for a little while.

“Oh Pretty,” Jungkook said, tears pricking at his vision.

“They’re going to be so beautiful. And you’re going to be the perfect mother,” Jimin said, eyes shining so bright. The pain in your heart was more than anything you’d ever experienced before. But to see the look on their faces, to see the love for your children and you. It was enough.

It had to be.

Namjoon and Jin were waiting with dinner when you all got back. Jimin and Jungkook started gushing the moment you walked in the door.

‘She’s having one of each!” Jungkook cheered.

“Really? Y/N?” Namjoon said, a bright smile on his face. You nodded, trying your best to keep your spirits up. You weren’t going to die. You were going to meet your children if it was the last thing you ever did.

And it very well might be.

“Yeah,” your voice sounded strained even to your ears. But Jungkook and Jimin were too excited to notice.

Namjoon however, caught on almost immediately.

“Y/N, do you want to see Annie? She’s been fussy all day and maybe she just wants her favorite Auntie?”

You nodded, knowing the second the nursery doors were closed the interrogation was going to start. It’d been that way since you were younger. Namjoon could always read you like a book, even if you tried to keep it all locked away.

Although, you knew you would have to tell someone.

Namjoon guided you away from the crowd of people and let you into the nursery where Annie was sleeping peacefully.

“You said she was fussy?”

“What happened at the doctor’s appointment?”

You bit your lip as the tears started to come down your face.

Any anger in Namjoon’s voice dissipated as he brought you into a hug. “Hey, what’s wrong? You can tell me,” he encouraged.

“The doctor told me, that there’s less than a fifty percent chance of me birthing these children and living,” you whimpered.

Namjoon froze.

“What?”

“He wants me to abort the pregnancy but I can’t Namjoon, I can’t,” you said, heart lurching at the words coming out of your mouth.

“Slow down, what do you mean?”

“The injuries I sustained from the kidnapping.. they affected me more than we thought,” you confessed.

Namjoon got quiet, looking down at the floor.

“You’re not going to give up are you?”

You shook your head slowly. “I can’t Namjoon, I won’t give up on these kids.”

“They might grow up without you,” he warned.

“They might not,” you said quietly.

“I understand that you want to do this, but think of everyone you’d be leaving behind. And how much we’d miss you,” he said, really trying to get you to think about this.

Even though you know it was the only thing on your mind.

Namjoon sighed.

“Jungkook and Jimin have no idea do they?”

You shook your head again, trying to fight back the shameful tears threatening to bubble up in your vision. Namjoon sighed again, rubbing his face.

“You need to tell them,” he said.

“I can’t Namjoon-”

“These are their children too. And it's their girlfriend’s life on the line,” he explained.

You nodded, knowing he was right. But it was going to hurt so much to tell them. It was going to hurt so fucking bad and you weren’t sure if you could do it.

“Please Y/N, at least tell them there’s something wrong. Don’t suffer in silence,” he said, giving you a gentle squeeze to the shoulder.

“Alright,” you agreed, biting your lip to keep yourself from crying too much.

“Relax in here with Annie for a bit,” he nodded towards the baby, gurgling in her sleep.

“Okay,” you said, sitting down.

“I’ll get you a plate and bring it in for you. Just relax for now, you’ve had a long day.”

With that, Namjoon left, shutting the door behind him. The tears started flowing freely down your face, leaving you with sticky cheeks, but you didn’t care. This sucked so bad. Why did this have to happen to you? Why couldn’t you have one normal fucking thing happen to you in your life? Why did everything have to be so complicated-

Annie started to fuss in her crib. You stood up carefully, bringing her into your arms to soothe her. Bouncing her gently you sighed. You wanted so badly to hold your own children. You wanted to cuddle them and rock them back to sleep.

But this would do for now.

Namjoon did come back in with a plate of supper for you, but you said you weren’t that hungry. Even though you knew you should try to stay as healthy as possible. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do it right now.

He left the plate in there with you, but you didn’t touch it.

Eventually you found yourself nodding off, when someone knocked at the door.

You didn’t even register being picked up until Jimin pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Babe, get the door for me?” Jungkook asked, his voice close to your neck.

“Got it,” Jimin whispered.

You felt the sheets of your bed underneath you, and Jungkook’s retreating form. But you clung on, gripping him so tightly he almost fell on top of you. Jimin and Jungkook both chuckled, but you felt the warmth of tears spreading down your face again.

Jimin picked up on it first.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked, bringing his hand to your slightly swollen cheeks.

“Pretty?” Jungkook whispered, kneeling down.

“Jungkook, Jimin, I have... I have to tell you something,” you said, sitting up.

Jungkook and Jimin exchanged a look before sitting on the bed next to you.

“What’s wrong pretty? Is it about something the doctor said earlier?”

“Yeah, you’ve been upset since we left,” Jimin added on.

You swallowed hard and looked at both of them.

“They want me to abort the pregnancy.”

The room was silent.

Jimin’s eyes were large, Jungkook’s were filling with tears.

“What? Why?” Jungkook asked, coming forward to take one hand in his.

“Because, the kidnapping. They-There were some tests the hospital didn’t do correctly or something because I’m not fine. There’s less than a fifty percent chance that me and the babies will survive labor,” you explained.

Both men looked at each other with fear in their eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“It means that if I don’t abort these children, it will likely kill me,” you said so soft that the men had to strain to hear you.

“Y-You what? You’ll die?” Jimin asked, bringing his hand to your cheek.

“Y/N no, there’s another way, there has to be. We can find a different doctor-maybe-” Jungkook stammered, eyes full of tears.

“I’m so sorry,” you cried, hands covering your face.

“What?” Jungkook and Jimin exclaimed.

“Pretty no,” Jungkook said, wrapping you up in his arms. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Y/N, we’re worried about you baby. If this pregnancy isn’t safe then maybe we should consider trying again-” Jimin started.

“No!” you cried. “I don’t want to try again, I don’t want to give up on them. I love them so much, and I love you both so much. I don’t want to lose any of you.”

Tears ran hot down your face as Jungkook and Jimin tried to soothe your cries.

“Please let me try, please, don’t give up on them,” you begged.

Jimin sobbed out your name before wrapping you up in his arms as well.

“But baby we can’t lose you either, we love our babies just as much as you do. But we can’t do this without you,” Jungkook cried.

“Y/N, this is serious. Think about what you’re asking of us.”

“I wouldn’t ask it of you if I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this. Please let me try.”

The room was quiet for a few moments before Jungkook pulled back and pressed his lips to yours firmly. Your eyes went wide before relaxing into the kiss. Jungkook’s mouth worked against yours slowly, Jimin’s hands wandered to your waist patiently.

Jungkook pulled back and Jimin’s lips replaced his. You were shocked at how plump and soft his lips were, but they were just as sweet as Jungkook’s. You felt hands cradling your stomach. You pulled away to look down and saw both men’s hands on your tummy.

“We won’t give up baby,” Jimin said.

“Not on you or our kids,” Jungkook echoed.

“We love you so much,” Jimin whispered. “I love you both.”

“I love you too, both of you,” you said, smiling.

This was going to work.

Because you weren’t sure what would happen if it didn’t...

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A/n: I'm low-key terrified because I never wrote anything like this before... 🥺 so I hope it doesn't suck? Thanks for the request @hommoturttle I hope its ok!

Summary: just sex. And breeding kink. SMUT 1.6K

Warnings: smut, some dirty talk, the tiniest bit of degradation, breeding kink obvi and some possessive Bucky. 18+ please!! (also idk about you but this gif does ✨things✨ to me - like.. Mr Barnes, stick whatever you want wherever you wantksksksk ok I'm done 🥲)

It would happen after a mission that you went on without him. No matter how used he is to going away and putting himself in danger, his brain refuses to accept that that's your job too. He gets crazy worried, sweats through most of the nights that you're not there to sleep on his chest, snaps at everyone that tells him to calm down, and counts the days until you're back. He's usually able to stand the distance, but not in these scenarios. He always ends up missing you like you've been gone for months, but the way the night you're back unfolds, makes up for everything.

No amount of cuddling, sweet nothings or showers together could possibly make up for the time away like the frantic rounds of sex you always go through as soon as you get back do. And it's always the same, he's on top of you, hovering above your body as his eyes never leave your frame. He wants to see every detail, every inch of your face, every feature that he loves so much.

It starts crazy and it ends even more so. Foreplay is long forgotten, everything you get is him throwing you on the bed and ripping every piece of clothing that stands in his way. And it's more than enough, the pure need and hunger in his manic blue eyes, has the power to drive you insane in record time.

You're a squirming, wet and needy mess by the time he has you naked on his bed, hands clawing up to him. "Come on, Bucky, I need you"

And it drives him up the walls too. He hates the belt that slows him down, and his shirts never make it out intact.

Biting down hard on his lower lip as his need gets the best of him, Bucky's breathing passes the threshold of obscene, his buffed chest heaving as he can't help himself.

"Come here, doll" he finally rasps, his voice low and grave as his jeans fall to the floor.

In a moment, he's on top of you, his legs lodged in between yours. Every touch is amplified by the wait and the feeling of his rough hands on your waist is mind-blowing. You squirm under his touch, trying to wiggle your way closer to him.

"Missed me too, huh?" Bucky grins proudly, gently but sternly grabbing your chin. His thumb rubs along your jawline, his teeth showing as he can't hide his enthusiasm.

"Yes-" you breathe out, melting under his touch. "Missed you so much, Buck."

"Need me?" he keeps teasing, lowering himself so that his lips reach the side of your neck. At first, it's his hot breath that you allow yourself to get drunk on, but when his teeth lewdly sink into your skin, you yelp, your thighs involuntarily closing around his hips.

And you can tell he takes pride in the responses he gets from you. You're sure he feels the goosebumps up your arms, or the way your rib cage shakes with every breath you take. But he keeps going, his greedy hands exploring your naked body, taking your breasts into his palms as he keeps on sucking claim marks into your neck.

"Fuck, Bucky-" you moan, back arching. His lips and his fingers are already too much for you to take, but when the tip of his cock brushes against your thigh, you're all but done.

"Tell me you need me, doll" he hums, pushing himself up on his left arm. The mattress dips under the weight of his metal hand, and as you look between your bodies, your eyes land on the way he's eagerly fisting his cock in his right hand. You're caged in his hold, and it's the only thing you want.

"You're all I need, Bucky" you cry, your hands softly roaming up his chest. His hair had fallen around his face, framing his features and offering them the required amount of shadow needed to accentuate his carnal desire. Bottom lip wet and lodged between his teeth, he watches you closely, waiting for more.

"Bucky, please-" you continue, uselessly shaking your hips from side to side. "I'm already so wet, I'm such a mess for you sometimes. Just use me, do whatever you want with me, I just need to feel you, Bucky. Deep inside me, please"

He shakes his head in disbelief, hints of bitter laughter escaping his lips. "Such a needy, little thing" he muttered to himself.

With your mind clouded and busy enjoying the build-up, when the tip of his cock connectes to your folds, your eyes snap wide. Your reaction brings a proud grin to Bucky’s lips, but this is just the beginning.

Giving you no time to adjust whatsoever, he slams himself into you, bottoming out as you feel your breath cut short. "Fuck, fuck-" you pant, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself.

"Be good for me, doll, ok?" Bucky groans against your ear. His body is right on top of yours, fully rocking you against the mattress with every deep and powerful thrust of his hips. "You need to take all of me"

You can feel him up into your chest, your pleasure materializing in the form of tears, coating your eyes for just a short second before running down your temples.

"Buck-" you cry.

"I'm gonna fill you up, baby" he grunts, holding onto your shoulders as he shoves himself deeper. "Deep inside your belly, yeah? Gonna feel me for days"

And you're not that close yet, your brain isn't yet drowning in hormones, so you can think straight, you can form a decent answer - but you refuse to. You just squeeze your eyes shut and grit your teeth, sucking the pleasure his cock forced into your body. Every vein is palpable, your walls closing in around him as if his size isn't already a tad bit more than you'd normally find comfortable. But you love it, he's there, as close as he can get, consuming himself right there with you.

"Fuck-" Bucky grunts, his metal fingers wrapping around the roots of your hair. It's unwashed - a weeks worth of sweat embedded into its fibers but he doesn't care. He only sees you. "I missed you so fucking bad, doll-"

"I'm here, baby-" you coo, your words shaky and barely audible.

You don't know if he heard you, or if he even processed your sentence, he's too caught up.

"You're mine - you're here with me, only mine-" he adds, fervently sucking away at the skin of your neck. "My baby, my angel, mine-" he grunts, emphasising his last word with the help of a ravaging thrust that shakes you to your core.

You cry out, his name burning your throat as you feel him ripping your insides apart.

"Bucky- Buck- I-"

"So sweet-" he cuts you off, moving his head to the other side of your neck. "And only fucking mine. Say it-" he demands.

"I'm-" you gasp, "I'm yours, only yours"

"All mine"

You faintly nod along, vision blurry as you start to lose yourself.

"Say it!" Bucky adds.

"I'm all yours"

"Say it again"

"I'm... all- all yours, Bucky" you manage to mutter before a pleasure filled whine erupts from your throat. "I'm getting close… Bucky, I can't-"

"Easy now-" he moans, slowing down his pace. He comes face to face with you, his damp lips sloppily pressing against yours. He's still balls deep inside your cunt, making the gentle movement of his hips almost unbearable.

Eventually, he slowly tilts your head to the side, burying his face into your hair as he whispers against your ear, "I'm gonna pump you full, yeah? Gonna fill this sweet cunt with my cum, and you, like the good little slut you are, are not gonna let any of it go waste, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Gonna use that pretty cunt of yours to milk my cock dry, yeah?"

You whimper and nodd, frantically trying to get him to pick up his pace. But he isn't having it. When he finally pulls out at that agonisingly slow pace, he captures your lips into another kiss as he slams himself back in.

"Come on, Bucky, fill me up" you cried, involuntarily pulling breaking the kiss, "I wanna feel you inside me"

"Oh, you're gonna feel me inside you alright" he taunted, repeating his movements and pulling all the way out before forcing himself all the way back in. "A little bit of me inside you-" he growls and thrusts again, deeper and harder, "Growing inside you-"

"Holy- fuck!" you screamed, throwing your head back.

"Mine forever, doll-" Bucky grunts, both of you dangerously close the edge, "Yeah?"

"Mhm-" you hum, whiny and all teary eyed with your lips gathered between your teeth.

And then you're all but done - legs tightly wrapped around his middle - every muscle of your body clenching uncontrollably as a spiral of pleasure engulfs your body. And Bucky isn't far behind, your name being the only thing on his lips as he shoots his load deep inside your pussy - careless and irregular, a few last thrusts until he crashes down on top of you.

Although out of breath, as the last waves of your orgasm propagate along your body, you still cling to him. Bucky's face is hidden against your shoulder as he struggles to come down from his high, none of you willing to move even an inch.

"I'm never pulling out" he jokes, and it takes all the energy you have left inside your body to chuckle along.

"Wouldn't ask you to" you laugh, "But you're crushing me so-"

With a grunt, but still with impeccable ease, Bucky wraps his arms around your middle and spins the two of you around, until he's laying on his back with you against his chest.

"There-" he shrugs placing a kiss on the top of your head, "Problem solved"

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader

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katia-tyrsdottir · 3 years ago

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One More Night - Two

Note: Hi! I never thought someone would like my little fic, but I am so happy you did! And I am so sorry I have taken so much time. I was sick and did not feel good writing. I'm sorry 🖤 many many thanks to @serasvictoria for the beautiful moodboard she made me 🖤

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Summary: After you joined Ivar and his friends, it turns heated.

Warnings: vaginal fingering, semi-public sex

Wordcount: 1,200

Part One

You learned that the blond man with the wide smile was Ivar's older brother Hvitserk and also a giggly drunk. The other two were his friends Hallr and Stigr. "You've been sitting there a long time.," Hvitserk said after you sipped on your beer. "Did you get stood up?," he asked and you squirmed in your chair, hearing his friends chuckle in amusement. He was blunt.

Ivar threw the cardboard coaster of this pub at Hvitserk to shut him up. "Leave her alone.," he said with a laugh. "Your last date walked right out when she saw you.," Ivar reminded him. You should not smile at his misery, but he had laughed at yours too. You felt justified to do it. Ivar turned to you, his eyes drawn to the delicate cross around your neck. "Are you a good little Christian, Y/N?," he asked you, a glint in his eyes.

You were unsure what he wanted to hear and decided to say the truth. "I do go to church.," you said and started playing with your cross. "Sometimes.," you made sure to let him know. The next sip you took of your beer was only to give you an excuse to look away from him, his eyes too intense. Hvitserk was having a discussion with his friends about a soccer game you had not seen. This left Ivar to concentrate on you.

"I never went.," he answered you, leaning back in his chair. "That's a lie, I went once, but I don't like the pastor we have." Ivar said and you couldn't understand how he was not able to like pastor Heahmund. You always liked his preaching. You dared to catch Ivar's eyes, the blue iris already trained on you. His stare had your mouth dry.

"Heahmund is very passionate in his preaching.," you said in distraction. You played with the condensation on your glass. "I feel closer to God with him.," It felt like you had made a confession and your cheeks burned in embaressment.

A warm hand on your leg distracts you. "I can too make you feel closer to God, Y/N.," Ivar said in a husky voice. He squeezed your thigh a moment. The want bubbled up inside you and when he let go of your leg you felt cold and hot at the same time. Ivar stood from his chair. "If you want to be.," he said and walked towards the restroom, he looked back at you once.

A clear invitation to follow and you once looked at Hvitserk. He seemed to know what was about to happen, his smile turning dirty. You swallowed the rest of your beer and then followed Ivar to the restroom on shaky legs. You wanted to be touched. You wanted this adventure. When you opened the door where you saw him disapear, a strong hand encircled your wrist and pulled you into a stall. Fear and surprise made your hair stand and it changed to excitement when you looked into Ivar's blue eyes.

He pressed you against the stalls wall and you felt your body melt into the touch. His hand touched your cheek and you met his lips halfway. There was another on your hip that went to your ass to squeeze it. You moaned loudly and Ivar did it again. His velvety tongue massaged yours rapidly and you clung to him, feeling his strong upper body under your hands.

You parted and Ivar licked his fingers before his hand went down your pants. You gasped when his fingers touched your melting core. "Is this for me?," Ivar asked you with a cocky smirk. You were super wet after one kiss, moving into his touch willing and full of need. Ivar moved his hand so his fingers could slide between your folds and into you. He groaned with you and you opened your own pants to give him more room to work your waiting pussy. "So wet for me.," Ivar said in a husky tone again.

You held onto his arm with one hand to ride his fingers and with the other you clung to his shoulder. "Yes.," you said in answer. "It's yours. All yours.," You whimpered when his movement sped up. You could hear how wet you were, it was so loud in the quiet bathroom.

"That's right.," Ivar replied and kissed the side of your face. "This sweet little pussy is all mine.," he said and curled his fingers up to massage the spot inside you that had you go weak kneed. "You would let me fuck you right here, right?," he asked and you were forced to nod since there were no words going past your trembling lips anymore. "Fuck.," he breathed out and pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them clean. "Turn around, Y/N.,"

You did like he instructed you and pulled your pants down a little and heard the sound of a zipper opened. Your breath was coming quickly in excitement. Then there was the sound of a plastic wrapper and you looked back to see him slowly roll a condom on his big hard cock. You swallowed at the sight and when you looked at him your eyes met his dark with lust.

You put your forehead against the stall and felt him spread your asscheeks and you heard him growl deeply when he inserted his dick into your waiting entrance. You moaned and bit your lip at his girth that felt like he was splitting you in two. "Oh, Ivar! You're so big!," you said breathy and he pushed into you fully, your juices easing his way in. It did not take long for him to set a rhythm and soon you were afraid you'd both take the bathroom stall down with the force he was fucking you.

"Tell me again whose pussy it is, Y/N.," Ivar said with rough thrusts. It made your walls tighten around him and you could feel your orgasm reaching its peak.

"It's your pussy!," you answered with a needy mewl and came. Behind you, Ivars labored breath ended in a loud groan and his hips slapped against your bare ass one final time. You could feel his dick pulse inside you and wished he'd filled you up with his hot come. You shook your head at the thought. You've only met! This was not like you.

"Fuck, I could do this again.," Ivar said from behind you and kissed your sweaty neck. "Y/N, do you want to come home with me?," he asked you and you shuddered at how serious he was.

"You still need to take me closer to God.," you said. "If you come with me, will you go to church with me tomorrow?," You asked and turned around to him. He threw the used condom into the bin next to the toilet and looked at you. You thought he was going to say no at the way he looked you up and down.

Ivar shrugged and closed his pants when you did the same. "If you let me finger you in church.," he said, staring at you. It was a dare to him. You were not shy though.

"Deal.," you agreed and watched his eyebrows rise in surprise. You'd do anything to have one more night with him.

#vikings fanfiction #vikings fic #ivar #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #modern ivar x reader #reader insert #my first fic #one more night #vikings smut #ivar smut

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kiridarling · 4 years ago

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𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂!

izuku midoriya | tw!guns, single mom!reader, bouncer!izuku, domestic stuffs, tit sucking, mommy!calling ah, AND daddy!calling oh my, breeding kink, breaking the bed (futon). minors dni!

— 5.4k words

“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?”

The alley is dark.

There's a disconcerting feeling as you step deeper into the quiet darkness,

You turn to look at the door you entered this dank place from, but it's just as dark and grimy as the walls. You're almost positive that if you rested a hand against them, it would return pitch black, and if you stood in one spot for more than five minutes, the sticky booze would glue your heels to the floor. You're surprised when it doesn't.

"Hand over your wallet and no one gets hurt, pretty lady."

He's a smarmy looking bastard and as thin as they come. It’s clear this isn’t something he does on the regular, the pointed gun quivering so much you worry a trembling might slip and pull the trigger. And you fucking freeze, blood running below zero and heart plummeting because why you?

And fuck, you’ve got a kid at home with a babysitter, and there are many outcomes to this situation, none of them too cute.

"I said hand it over," he grunts, pressing forwards. Your back hits the grimy brick wall as your eyes dart to the mouth of the alley, where life continues, where cars race past, but no one sees a damn thing. Fuck. Fuck.

And it's not like you have much—hell, you may be a mother, but you know how to party. You squeeze your eyes shut, grip tightening around your purse as you clumsily fumble through it and the man steps closer. You toss all you have to his feet. A fucking twenty. He raises an eyebrow before eyeing your watch. He lets out an unimpressed snort.

"That it?"

You nod, taking a shaky step back.

"Well, that ain't fuckin' enough."

There's a click and you're positive it's him turning off the safety. His face twists like he's about to shoot a bullseye, and you squeeze your eyes as tight as they can go.

Until the looming shadow of the stranger disappears, followed by a sound that's distinctly skin on skin. Er—skin on bone.

You don't watch the fight. Frankly, you don't want to, and you still get to hear your protector spew a litany of curses and disrespectful phrases that should really only come from someone's mother. You don't even open your eyes, still screwed shut with a vice grip around your purse and wallet.

"Um, excuse me Miss? Are you alright?"

Your protector's eyes are much bigger than you expect them to be—and green. You realize you remember seeing those eyes, hardened from across the club.

He's hesitant to touch you, hands rising and falling and rising again. Though you suppose a hug seems like it'd be a little abrasive, it also sounds like the exact kind of thing you need right now.

"U-Um, yeah I'm..." you start, before noticing your attackers body bloodied and wrapped like a pretzel on the ground. "...Fine..."

He sounds like he's going to pass out—he doesn't.

"We should um, we should get you home," As he speaks, the greenette shuffles you out of the alley and into the streetlamp light, blinking himself out of something before holding a meaty hand out of formality. "I'm Izuku by the way. Izuku Midoriya."

For such a big guy, Izuku seems rather timid, and yet, seeing him at the entrance with crossed arms in a black tee and a scowl in the club doesn't give you much insight into his personality. Which makes you wonder why he became the club's bouncer in the first place.

"Um, nice to meet you," you nod, trying to suppress the shake in your hands as you take his. "Y/N."

Izuku smiles at that, and even though you're a regular, you've never actually seen him beam on the job. "Cool! Cool, so...um, I don't really feel comfortable letting you walk home...alone..."

You nod—he panics as if you aren't already on board.

"'Cause it's like, a conscience thing, you know? Like, I really won't be able to sleep tonight otherwise," Izuku defends, shoving a clumsy hand in his green curls. "B-But if you don't feel comfortable with it, or something, that's totally fine! I know what you just experienced was horrible, and you probably do—"

"Izuku."

"Yeah?" He perks up. It seems as if the circuit his mind runs finally comes to a stop.

"I'd...feel more comfortable if you walked me home. Too."

Your innards ache at the stiffness in both your voice and figure, but Izuku doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he beams, standing ten feet taller, and you think—yeah. You'd feel much safer if he did.

"O-Okay! Cool!" He confirms a bit stiff himself, and then, in a smoother motion, holds his hand out to take. "Shall we?"

Your red palm claps over his, and you snort quietly, "We shall."

You two walk in a surprisingly comfortable silence for the beginning of the walk—you lead the way and he silently trails behind, glaring daggers at any passerby with lingering eyes as you march on, unknowing.

"So um, do you come to Club 777 often?"

Which is a question you know he knows the answer to, completely aware you almost come every Saturday. But you smile at his attempt to start a conversation anyways, hands tucking underneath your armpits in search of warmth.

"Yeah, sometimes. Just trying to get out and stuff. Y'know, away from the kid."

"I get that," he nods with a smile, before tugging at the hem of his hoodie. "Oh! Are you cold? Here—wait, let me."

He shucks it over your head and your positive it messes up your hair. But you find that you don't care much, especially in favor of the warmth that it provides.

And then, "You have a kid?"

"Yep," you say, tucking your fists into the jacket pockets. "A big two-year-old potato waits for me back home."

"Oh," Izuku chortles at your description before tucking his hands into his jean pockets too. Licking his lips, his eyes dart to the street, "I...assume your boyfriend watches him for the night? Or husband or whoever."

"Uhm, not quite," you chuckle towards your feet, though it's a touch acrid. Izuku picks up on it immediately.

"Oh I'm so sorr—I didn't kno—"

"It's fine, Izuku really—"

"I—but I shouldn't even be assuming what if you had a wife or girlfriend or—" he takes a second to gasp, and your eyes widen in fear that he'll choke, "—or if they're nonbinary or—"

"Izuku," you knock him on the shoulder and he finally shuts up. "It's fine. I get it all the time."

He falters, but at least he seems to relax. "Really?"

"Yes," you giggle behind a hand, and the greenette smiles at it.

"O-Okay, cool."

Flecks of gold swim in Izuku's green irises and you find yourself noticing them now, suppressing the urge to advance closer for a better look. You stare long enough to watch his smile relax into a comfortable line, but you snap out of it once he kicks a rock, the sound of the gravel skittering across the floor tugging you out of your reverie.

"I'm not very good with kids, y'know," he says as an afterthought. You snort.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean," he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "Like what am I supposed to feed it? French fries?"

"Toddlers aren't it's, Izu." You can't tell if he flushes from the nickname or from what you said, but either way, it's enough to prompt another laugh. "And maybe start with baby food?"

"Ah," Izuku nods, and you guide him in turning a corner. "That would make sense.

"It would."

By the time you stop in front of your red front door, it's almost three am. You figure you caught Izuku right after he got off work, if the cheesy All Might sweatshirt you're wearing is any evidence of that, but either way, he looks like he's about to fall flat on his face.

"You can stay for the night, if you want," you offer, albeit meekly, and Izuku lifts two hands with insistence.

"Oh! No no no please, I'm fine," he shakes his head so quickly his curls bounce in a flurry, and you genuinely worry he's going to pass out when he tries to blink himself awake. "Just...not used to staying up this late is all."

"Then stay," you offer with a shrug, and your orange porch light flickers. "It's the least I can do. I've got a bed and a futon, and I'm fine with sleeping on either."

"I..." Izuku's green eyes flicker towards your door before back to you, "I really shouldn't. I'm a stranger an—"

"And I'm offering."

Izuku's eyebrows fold with the dilemma, but you grab his hand with a tug and a smile, while your free one shoves the keys into the door. "C'mon. Let's get you some rest, yeah?"

You can't tell if Izuku blushes or if it's just the lighting, but either way, his chest inflates in protest before deflating in resignation.

"Okay."

With a smile, you turn the doorknob. Your door has always taken some shoulder to get open, so you don't hesitate in shoving your collarbone into the hardwood. Izuku cringes at the sight.

"Mama!"

Your hit in the legs first, nearly stumbling back with a quiet oof. You look down to see Max wrapped around your legs like you're a fucking jungle gym, grinning with two missing teeth and a bandaid over his nose.

It's three am.

"I'm done," your babysitter grunts. "He doesn't listen when I tell him to bathe, eat, anything—I fucking quit."

And with that, they slam the door behind them, house rattling under the pressure. You sigh. There goes another one. Fuck.

"Well that wasn't very nice," Izuku grumbles under his breath disapprovingly. You smile at the arms crossed over his chest until Max peeks around your legs to see...

"A new daddy?"

"I—no, baby," you fight the embarrassment (and the urge to say you fucking wish) by picking the little one up by his armpits, smiling when he thrusts his hands in the air and goes weee! After he's comfortably cradled in your arms, you say, "He's just staying the night."

"Like daddy did!" Max defends with a giggle before rushing the greenette with open arms. Izuku just looks at you with a shrug before kneeling to take a hug to the chest as Max chants, "New daddy! New daddy!"

And, well. There's no stopping him now.

You peel your heels off your cramping feet and sigh at the fucking freedom, toes uncurling from the scrunched position it feels like they've been holding the entire night. You curse under your breath when you realize since Max is awake you've got to put him to bed too, and honestly, if you knew this babysitter was going to be just as useless as the others, you would've just let Max run fucking free while you lived life for a few hours. Not like that outcome would be any better.

"Alright Maxie, c'mon."

You take him away from his celebration with the greenette and though he pouts, he allows his mother to gather him in her arms.

"Do you um, need help?"

You turn to see Izuku awkwardly shifting in the doorway from the request, hands behind his back with pursed lips. You shake your head.

"Oh no, it's fine. I just have to put him down really quickly and then I'll be—"

"Mama, I'm hungry. I want chicken nuggies." Max loops his arms around your neck and tugs so hard you worry about your bones. You shake your head with a sigh and a pout.

"It's too late for you to be up, bud. You can have chicken nuggies for lunch tomorrow. Sound like a plan?"

But goodness. In this state, it'll take hours for him to relax—and you still have to unfold the futon for Izuku.

Max whines and kicks his legs but doesn't say no, meaning he's not really that hungry, he just wants to stay awake. "But—but what if new daddy's gone in the morning like the last one?"

Fuck.

"Max," you sigh, giving him a light shake so his matching eyes look into you yours. You speak a little softer, "Izuku's not your new daddy, okay? He's a houseguest."

Max's face drops. "Not eve—"

"No, Maxie," you sigh, squeezing him on the shoulder. "Now let's go to bed, okay?"

"I can—I can put him down if you'd like! So you can get into something more comfortable and stuff. I mean, I've never worn a dress but sweats are so much better, you know? Or shorts, or...whatever you wear to sleep."

You understand the many points he's trying to get across, one being that's he's not a creep, just a nice guy, and you suppose you and Max can live in your "new daddy" fantasy for a little longer. Even if you know this one will be gone by morning.

"Um, okay yeah," you say, voice a little thin, before handing your child over to the greenette—who bounces into his arms excitedly. "I'll be back, then? His room is down the hall to the right. The one with the race car bed."

Izuku's eyes narrow as he processes your directions. "Down the hall to the right—okay! I'll just go take this little guy to bed, then."

"Okay, thank you," you nearly bow, because Izuku just saved both of you so much time and he doesn't even understand how. "Oh! And good luck."

"Good...luck?"

"Yep!" You say with a wink and a pat on the back before scooping your heels and booking it back to your bedroom with a cackle. Time to get out of this dress. Fucking finally.

You realize that being alone is much more unsettling when you've had a gun held to your head today.

Every little noise just seems off, like it could belong to something more than it actually does, even the silence; you find yourself shoving your head through your t-shirt abnormally fast, eyes blinking to take a survey of the room to ensure that you're alone. You are. It's fine.

And that's what you tell yourself when you close your eyes to run a wet rag over your face, and again with the dry one. All of a sudden, you don't like the way your bathroom window faces the open backyard nor do you like how dark it is outside. You don't like how big your bed looks, and goddammit, you haven't even gotten into it yet.

Pushing all uneasy thoughts aside, you stumble out of your bedroom with a fresh face and a new outfit, stilling in Max's doorway when the greenette doesn't notice you. Resting against the frame with crossed arms, you smile.

"I do so like green eggs and ham! Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am. You know, when I was a kid I—oh, he's asleep."

Izuku tucks the snoring boy in his lap under the covers with a gentle grin, pulling them underneath his chin. The greenette takes a second, watches Max's chest rise and fall a few times, before ruffling the tuft of hair on his head with a snort, and walking away.

You don't even think Izuku sees you until he practically sashays out the door, winking, "Good luck, huh?"

To say you go red in the face from that is an understatement.

"How do you do this?"

"Do what?" You ask as you pulling the futon in your living room forwards. Izuku yawns before gesturing to the clock with a shake of his head.

"Take care of a kid, and work, and go to a bar every Saturday evening? It's four am, and something tells me you've been up for a while. I'm practically dead and I wake up at one pm every day!"

You chuckle at that, jumping on the bed with your hands and knees to ensure its lays flat...and ensure that it won't make an Izuku sandwich at seven in the morning. "You build up stamina after a while, I guess."

"No shit," he gestures to you as you utilize the entire length of your body to put the sheets on the mattress. He would help, but you told him no, insisting that he'd only make this take longer. "Are you sure you do—"

"Nope," you huff, clapping your hands together. "I'm done."

Izuku blinks at the made bed, to you, to the made bed again, and then back to you with wide eyes.

"Mommy magic."

"I—" you blink towards the ceiling to see if that even makes sense, but you figure fuck it, it's four am, with a snort. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you want to call it."

In reality, you feel like you're about to pass out.

"Um, so I don't really have pj pants and I don't think you'll have any that'll fit, so..."

"Yeah no, I definitely burned all the shit my ex left—"

"Aha okay, cool, um, so just boxers...are fine...?"

He looks down at his black jeans and back to you, raising an eyebrow. You toss a nonchalant shrug in return, and you hate to say it, but your inner school girl goes—dick outline.

"O-Okay, then," Izuku says, and you watch his hands curl around the waistband. "I'm just gonna—"

He shucks his pants so hard they hit the floor, and your eyes widen because...well...looks like he's just gonna do it then.

Until Izuku's hands rush to cover his crotch (which you weren't peeking at, you weren't) and you realize that maybe you should've stepped out of the room or something.

"U-Um—that was fast—"

"I thought—thought you were going to uhm, turn around," he flushes, a funny contrast to the way his muscles fold under that black shirt, and your feet move to turn around like he ordered you to do it.

"Sorry! So sorry," you try to apologize, but now his dick print is burned in your brain, and...it isn't that bad.

"It—It's fine! I'm in the bed now so, you can turn around."

You laugh awkwardly and scuffle to turn, as you do, and Izuku beams at you from the bed with a wave.

"Hi," he says, his lower half-tucked under the covers. You wave back.

"Hi."

Izuku's eyes dart to you living room tv before the come back to you. "So uhm, I guess this is goodnight?"

"Oh right," you perk up at that, hands rubbing the sides of your thighs like there's something on them. "Time to go to bed, right?"

"Uh, yeah!" He nods, chest shuddering before he says, "so uh, sweet dreams?"

You smile tight at the kind gesture, and your hands opt to pull at the hem of your shirt instead, eyes drifting to an old pile of records you haven't regarded in months. "Thanks! You...too?"

Izuku smiles, though his eyes drift, "Yeah..."

You beam back. You figure you should probably go now, or something, until you think of something and slam a fist into your palm. "Oh! Also, I meant to thank you for saving me. I'm not sure if I did that. Did I do that?"

The greenette shrugs, "Uh, I think so?"

"Okay! Okay. Cool," you nod, flashing a tight smile. "Mmk. Night Izuku."

"G'night."

And see, you would move—except it seems as if your feet are glued to the floor and won't move no matter how hard you try, to the point where it feels like your straining and they're going numb, and yet you're still staring at Izuku's pretty fucking face.

"C'mon," he chuckles, scooting over on the futon to make extra space for you. "If you take all day, the beds gonna get cold, and then I'm going to have to crawl into yours like a creep."

"Oh my fucking god," you snort one breath and move to flick off the lights before stumbling through the darkness for the futon. "You're so weird."

"Weird in a good way, I hope," he lifts the blanket and you slide under—and swear your knee grazes his before it's snatched away.

"There's no weird in a bad way," you say once you've settled comfortably, tucking your hands under your head as you lay on your stomach. Izuku mimics your position, though he takes up much more of the blanket, and you find that it drapes over you like a tent over his shoulders. Neither of you close your eyes, for some reason.

"Hi," Izuku whispers.

"Hi," you smile back.

"Okay," he huffs, face twisting in determination, "Now it's goodnight."

"Right," you nod, but your eyes don't close. "Goodnight. Of course."

"Don't let the bedbugs bite," he says with a chuckle, and you can't tell if his eyes flicker to your lips or if you imagine it. Either way, you look them just in case.

"I better not have bedbugs," you snort. "I clean this place like a motherfucker."

Izuku's nose twitches at that with a nod. Moonlight pours into your living room and colors his pale skin silver, though you figure it won't take the sun much longer to color it a strawberry pink. "You really do. It's...different when it's quiet."

"Yeah," you agree, placing your hands on his chest. It shudders under your palms. "Kinda personal, huh?"

"Mhm," he nods, and though his hands wrap around your wrists, they never pull them away. You lift an eyebrow.

"A bad personal?"

Izuku doesn't hesitate, breath nearly ghosting your lips as he says, "Hardly."

"Would you..." now it's your chests turn to shudder, and sliding a hand up to play with his ear, you bite the bullet. "Like to get more personal?"

Izuku's lips melt into a grin against yours, "I'd love to."

His lips are softer than you thought.

Maybe because you assumed all of him was a bumbling mess, including his chapstick application; but they're fucking pillow-soft, and you don't realize how deprived you are until his hold around your body turns from protective to sensual and you melt from his heat.

"Fuck," Izuku huffs between kisses, growling when your grip around his neck tightens. "Watching you from across the club for weeks can do a thing to a guy's patience, you know."

"Oh?" You snort as he presses enthusiastic open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck, hot and wet, and painful once his teeth dig into your collarbone. "A-Ah, Izuku—no marks."

"O-Oh! Sorry," he pulls away, lips red and swollen, and shiny with spit. You smile at the reaction.

"'S okay, Baby," you giggle at the speed to which his muscles go lax, and his eyes droop to your chest when you scratch the back of his head.

"Can I—can I suck your tits?"

He asks so bashfully it's nearly innocent, and you find your eyes dropping to your chest along with his before you're ditching his All Might sweatshirt all together.

"God," Izuku's eyes flutter as he gathers your breasts in both palms, groaning at the sight. "They're fucking perfect."

You shudder as his thumb ghosts a nipple, and Izuku dips an experimental hand under your lacy bra and pinches. Hard.

Your thighs jolt and hands fist the sheets, and a moan comes from the back of your throat before you can stop it. Izuku's hand rocket to cover your mouth.

"Shh—you don't wanna wake him up, do you?"

You shake your head, but it's hard to keep quiet when your nipples are as sensitive as they are. Izuku doesn't seem like he really means that statement, though, lowering his head with a devilish grin as if he knows that for himself.

“Sensitive, Mommy?”

“O-Oh um,” you flush at the nickname, and even more so when his lips close around your nipple and suck. Tangling a hand in his hair, you sigh, “Yeah, a little.”

Izuku hums at that, eyes fluttering to watch you bite your bottom lip in a poor attempt to muffle a moan, hissing as his teeth dig into the hardened bud. He pulls off with a slurp and moves to the other, but not without a few kisses across your chest.

“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?” Izuku nearly growls out before biting into the opposite nipple, and you shudder as he dips a scarred hand down the waistband of your shorts and panties. He chuckles after sliding a finger through your slit. “So wet for me.”

“It—It’s been a second,” you sigh, grip tightening around his shoulders as he slides a finger in. Even Izuku has to bite a lip at your tightness in anticipation, mouth descending over your nipple once more to send frissons of fire up your spine.

“No shit,” he grunts around your nipple, curling his finger. You gasp. “Think I can fit another one in there?”

“Why don’t you try?” You giggle, but it dissipates into nothing but air as he does, his two fingers filling you up enough to elicit a sigh.

“How’s that?” He breathes, face hovering over yours. As your hands coil around his neck, his free one reaches for your inner thigh and pulls it back far enough to give him a better angle as he presses you into the mattress.

“Good, it’s good,” you nod, and your hips start to move on their own, bucking forwards as if there’s any more finger left for you to fuck. (Spoiler: there’s not.)

“Good,” he breathes, eyes going glossy as he watches you writhe under him. You're positive that you're carving painful red lines into his back, but considering the way his eyebrows fold every time you do, makes you wonder if he doesn't mind. "Fuck I can't wait to fuck you—I can fuck you, right?"

"No Izuku, I'm just letting you finger me for fu-u—fuck."

He slides in a third finger and for some reason, it burns a little—but the burn only makes your eyes roll further, and he's stuffing you with a chuckle.

"What was that?"

"I-I—you're not pla—playing very fair," you huff, chest shuddering as he tilts your hips higher for a better angle. You suppress a scream when his fingers curl, jolting forwards at such a speed it makes the futon creak. Izuku tightens his grip around your waist to keep you from going too far.

"No one said anything about being fair, Mommy," he teases, and you whine when he removes his fingers, tapping them against your lips. "C'mon, you gotta get 'em wet so I can fuck you, right?"

You nod at the idea, enjoying the idea of being filled up much more, and coat his fingers to the point where they're dripping when he pulls him out. Izuku's chest rumbles.

"So good for me," he purrs, using your spit to coat his cock before he's sliding his head between your folds—you shiver, grabbing onto his back again. "Ready?"

“Mhm,” you nod, spreading your legs further—though you swear they do that on their own.

“Oh my, you’re um...tight...”

You whimper from the stretch and look between your legs, eyes widening upon seeing that Izuku’s much bigger than you had anticipated. Or had been warned of.

“F-Fuck, I can’t—“

“Shhhh, it’s okay, just a little more, okay?” Izuku nearly whispers into your lips as his hands move to rub your shuddering sides. Your eyes screw shut, “Jus’ a little more, Mommy...”

Izuku pushes deeper and you’re being split in half—because what else could that burn be—but you’ll admit, the feeling of accomplishment you receive once he bottoms out is surreal.

“Good—Good girl,” Izuku’s nearly quivering and plants his hands on both sides of your head with a huff.

“I-Izu,” you whimper as he starts to move, feeling impossibly full no matter how far he pulls out. Izuku shudders, mouth rounding into an ‘o’ when his hips slowly start to gain rhythm, and though it’s loud, you know the creak of the futon is unavoidable. You squeal as his head hammers into your cervix, pulling out a wanton Daddy before you have half a mind to shut the fuck up. You nearly freeze, and yet, all Izuku’s hips do is speed up.

“Yeah? Want me to be your new Daddy?” He moans, and you dig your nails into his back with a nod. The greenette curses at that, biting his bottom lip and his hand drops between your legs to rub at your clit. With thighs seizing around his waist, you slam a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

“Fuck—I make you feel that good, Mommy?” Izuku nearly wheezes, eyes suppressing the urge to screw closed, “So good you can’t keep your pretty mouth shut?”

“Y-Yeah, I—“ you gasp when he lifts your hips off the bed for a better angle, hands fisting the sheets. “Harder, Daddy—“

“Oh Mommy, if I go any harder I think I might break this bed,” he says, borderline bashful, but you find yourself saying fuck the bed as your hips buck in search of a feeling he refuses to give you. Izuku’s chuckle strains as he says, “So needy, Mommy. You that needy for my cum?”

Clawing at his back, you try your damnest to stutter out a yes. Izuku chuckles at your desperation before he cuts himself off with a groan, eyes rocketing to where you’re both connected as you tighten around him.

“F-Fill me up, I wanna—“

“You want another baby, Mommy?” Izuku pants, and you’re so close you start to feel a buzz in your thighs, praying he isn’t too far behind. You nod vehemently with a gasp and his lips slide into an exhausted smile, "Fuck, of course you do—and you’re gonna take me so well, aren’t you? All of it.”

Izuku finishes his sentence with a growl, pressing you further into the mattress—it squeaks like a squeaky wheel, and when it thunks a level lower both of you yelp, the back of the futon thumping on your hardwood floor with each thrust.

“Told ya,” Izuku wheezes, eyes scrunching in a chuckle. You return it.

“It—It’s old anyway,” you reply, but your eyebrows fold as quickly as they unfold from the crash. The creaking futon increases in pitch as his hips pick up the pace, “Fuck—fuck Izuku I’m gonna cum.”

“What’s my name?” The greenette challenges, and you find yourself shivering at the dominance he exudes. The finger on your clit disappears and you whine, knowing damn well you can’t cum without it.

“Daddy—Daddy please—“

“Good—fuck, so good for me,” his hand returns to your clit and you sigh at the feeling. As the coil in your gut threatens to snap, his hips speed up, and Izuku pants, “We’re gonna cum together, yeah? Cum with me Mommy, c’mon—“

“Fuck!” You drag red lines down Izuku’s back as you quake under the weight of your orgasm, broken bed whining as Izuku thrusts all his weight into you. Digging his teeth into your shoulder, the greenette cums with a broken moan, hips stuttering into yours for the final time that night.

The room fills with a comfortable silence, minus the panting, and Izuku rolls onto the mattress next to you with a bounce. It creaks, whines, and then drops again, catching both you and the greenette by surprise. (Again.)

“I think—I think we broke it,” Izuku says towards the ceiling as he catches his breath. You giggle at that, hands laid across your sweaty stomach, and turn to him with your head in the pillow.

“Gives me an excuse to buy a new one,” you say with a shrug. Izuku chuckles back.

“I guess,” he teeters his head to both sides. “I can...also pitch in, if you want. Since I broke the thing. Technically.”

His offer sounds apprehensive as if he’s encroaching in your space, as if he hasn’t been all up in your space less than a minute ago. You smile. “I’d like that a lot, actually. Thanks.”

"And um, breakfast? I mean," he snorts, though it seems rather defensive, and his eyes rocket to the ticking clock on your wall. Your eyes follow: five am. "I mean—fuck um, I feel like this might be weird but I think you're cool? Um, yeah, so breakfast, I can make it if you want because you're so busy being motherly and stuff and plus, it's Sunday but again, if you don't wan—"

"Izuku," you giggle, wrapping your arms around his gut with a little squeeze. "Breakfast sounds nice."

The greenette beams and his chest stutters. "O-Okay cool! Cool, cool. Breakfast then?"

You snort, driving your palm into his face to shut him the fuck up. "Goodnight, Izuku."

Izuku giggles, getting the message, and coils his arms around your shoulders to provide a comfort you haven't felt in a very, very long time.

"G'night Mommy."

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Hi I don't have tumblr, so not sure how this works. Came across your blog though, and spent three days just reading everything you've written and reblogged. Such a fun three days! I have so many ideas for prompts, but the one I'm most curious about is what happens when Ian has a rough patch of mania maybe a couple years into their marriage and what kind of plans do Mickey and Ian have for either an upswing or a downswing of his bipolar? Thanks so much excited to see what you come up with!

Hi there! It's such a compliment that you went through my rambles, glad you're enjoying.💖 Standard disclaimer: everything I know about bipolar disorder comes from the internet. It's an important part of Ian that I want to be respectful of, so as always please let me know if I miss the mark.

Caring for your partner, Rule 1: Be There

When Mickey woke up, Ian wasn’t in bed.

That wasn’t terribly unusual in and of itself. What was unusual was that it was only 3AM, on a Saturday, and Mickey could already hear his husband moving outside their room. The footsteps outside the door were soft, restrained, like Ian didn’t want to wake him. But the following clatter in the kitchen was alarmingly loud as Ian opened the drawer under the oven to pull out a pan, and Mickey groaned.

He wanted to roll over, pull a pillow over his head, and block out whatever this was so he could go back to sleep. They’d been working long days, and sometimes longer nights as the dispensaries were all pulling overtime with increasing demand. They’d only made it to bed like two hours ago, for fuck’s sake, and Mickey was tired.

But Ian should have been tired too, and it was never a good sign when he wasn’t. So Mickey sat up with a sigh, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand, and swung his legs out of bed.

He winced when his bare feet touched the cold wooden floor. They had been here for almost a year already, and they still hadn’t gotten ‘round to buying a fucking rug for the bedroom.

Mickey shivered as he hopped awkwardly toward the closed bedroom door, grabbing his robe from a hook there and tugging it on over his thin shirt and the boxers he was pretty sure started out on Ian’s side of the dresser. Wrapping it closed, he slipped out the door and into the brightly lit hallway, squinting blearily as he followed the sound of pots and pans to the kitchen.

Ian had half their crockery out on the counter already. His red hair gleamed under the sharp light of the long fluorescent bulbs overhead as he stirred batter in a large bowl they had borrowed from Debbie last week and never given back, wooden spoon clanking against the sides erratically.

Erratically. That was a good word for it, Mickey thought. The mindless clink clink clink of wood on metal in no discernible pattern, just like the route Ian took around their table, to the counter, to the fridge, and back to the oven again. Mindless, pacing, random.

Mickey leaned against the wall, and watched.

They had talked about this, since the last time. At least, since the last time Mickey had been worried. When Ian was down, when he didn’t want to get up. When Mickey dragged him out on his first run and they talked afterward in the kitchen, when Mickey made clear that his worry was just one more face of what they had together.

He’d come down the next morning to Ian at the kitchen table, the whole place eerily quiet for a place they still shared with too many fucking people. There had been coffee in the pot, toast on the table, and Ian, picking at his cuticles and not meeting Mickey’s eyes.

“We need to talk,” he’d said, and Mickey’s heart had dropped into his stomach.

“Can I wake the fuck up first?” he’d asked, but Ian had just kicked a chair out for him and waited, not meeting his eyes, until Mickey sat down.

They’d sat silently for a long moment, Mickey unwilling to ask what it was about. Finally, Ian had sighed, and reached out for Mickey’s hand across the table.

“It’s about the bipolar,” he’d said, and Mickey had been so relieved he could feel it in his fucking toes, bare and cold against the tile floor.

“Oh. Okay.”

Ian had been startled by his easy acceptance of the topic, he could tell.

“That’s it?” He’d sounded almost confused.

Mickey had shrugged.

“I mean, yeah?” He’d rubbed the rest of the sleep from his eyes with the hand no holding Ian’s. “You had me worried, man, with the we need to talk thing. But this is just normal shit.”

Ian had just stared at him, then released his hand to lean back against his chair.

“Normal?” He’d asked disbelievingly. “There’s nothing normal about planning for my imminent mental break, Mickey.

Mickey had snorted at the irony of it. “You kidding me?” he’d said. “It’s the most normal fucking thing about us.”

As he watched Ian in the kitchen now, making pancakes at 3AM on a Saturday morning, Mickey thought that was probably still true.

“Hey, Martha Stewart,” he said softly from his position against the wall, still leaning there as Ian spun around with surprise painted over his face. His eyes were off, the light not quite there, but they still warmed when he saw Mickey.

“Hey,” Ian said back, voice high and too chipper. “I’m making pancakes, you want some? I’ve got banana, your favorite, and chocolate chips, and strawberries…”

He went on to list more ingredients, but Mickey wasn’t really listening. He could see it all anyway, spread out over the kitchen like so many half-made decisions, half-baked ideas that kept giving way to something else.

“Mickey?” Ian asked, and he snapped out of it.

“Yeah,” he answered with a smile. “Yeah, I’d love some pancakes. Why don’t you let me stir for a awhile?”

—

They had their pancakes standing up next to the counter, nowhere left to rest their plates on the crowded surfaces of the kitchen. Ian talked about the merits of each ingredient as they ate, and Mickey listened, and nodded along as best he could.

This was okay. It was pancakes in their boxers at 3AM with no sleep in a kitchen that looked like it was hit by a tornado, but Ian was eating, and Ian was smiling, and Ian was there.

And when Ian stopped and tried to set his plate down, distress on his face as he was confronted with the mess he had made, Mickey took the dish from him with easy hands.

“You want to sit down awhile?” he tried, nudging Ian gently out of the disaster-zone. “Bet you’re tired after eating all that.”

He knew Ian wasn’t, but he kept a hand on his back anyway until they were out in the living room, next to the sofa. Mickey let go to sit down himself with a groan, tired muscles aching at being used for too long without rest. He kept his eyes off Ian, just standing there, looking at him in that too-present, too-absent way of his, and leaned back against the cushions, eyes falling closed.

After a moment, the sofa dipped as Ian settled in beside him.

“Mickey?” Ian asked. The cushions bounced as he tapped his heel repeatedly on the floor.

“Yeah?” Mickey responded, squinting his eyes back open.

“Can I touch you?”

Mickey repressed the urge to sit up, to take Ian into his arms. Ian sounded too hesitant, a shift from moments before as he playfully shoved bites of overcooked batter into Mickey’s mouth.

But Ian didn’t like to be held like this.

“Of course you can, you moron,” Mickey said instead, and watched as Ian’s leg stopped moving. The other man drew closer, reaching a hand out to card through Mickey’s hair and drag down the side of his face, a touch too shaky and a touch too firm.

Ian had once said that touching Mickey grounded him, and Mickey hadn’t known if Ian thought that was a good thing or not. In the midst of hypomania, Ian didn’t always take kindly to being grounded.

But tonight—well, this morning—it seemed to be a good thing. Mickey was grateful for that.

Grateful, because it meant that Ian looked like himself as he moved to lay against him, and not like some over-saturated facsimile painted with too much water on the canvas, always shifting, always running. Grateful, because it meant that Ian pulled Mickey’s arms around him and settled into his side like they always did, even if his body never quite stilled at the contact.

Grateful, because it meant they wouldn’t fight tonight. That Mickey wouldn’t have to worry as much about what Ian might say, might do, if he stepped out of line. If he went off the script they had planned on a good day for dealing with bad ones to come.

He wouldn’t have to call Lip for backup. He wouldn’t have to tail Ian as he left the apartment to make sure he stayed safe. He wouldn’t have hide the knives, or their wallets, or anything else.

Not that he would have complained if he did. It was what it was. Ian was who he was. And Mickey would always see him through it. Love him through it.

They lay there, mostly quiet, except for the mindless tune Ian hummed against his neck, and the tap tap tap of his fingers on Mickey’s collarbone.

Eventually, the song cut off.

“Do I need to call the doctor?” Ian asked quietly into the echoing room, and Mickey nodded, rubbing a gentle hand through his hair.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I think so.”

He'd get everything together in the morning. Ian's journals, their schedule, their meal plan. The little notebook where he kept track of Ian's prescriptions, how they worked, how long they lasted.

Something had obviously slipped, either in their methods or in Ian himself. But Mickey was well past dwelling on what they could have done differently, and focused on what to do next.

Things happened. Things changed. They would adapt.

At Mickey's confirmation, Ian just nodded against him, fidgeting until their legs were too entwined to separate.

“Sleep first, if you can,” Mickey told him, settling in for a long rest of the night. “We’ll do it together when you wake up.”

Together. They’d do it together. Again and again and again, as much as they needed to. Because Ian was his husband, and this was their normal.

And their normal was still pretty damn good.

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