#literally jumped awake when i realized she released this today

[ohemgeeejay]

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[lacheri]

Hello Cherry I have a request! Eren always teasing and being a little mean to the reader so she decides to give him a taste of his own medicine (so sorta like a sub! eren x brat tamer! reader) okay that is all ilysm bye bye

hi Kat!! you send me the best prompts 🤤 I hope you enjoy thank you for requesting ily!!!

too much

pairing: sub/brat!Eren x brat tamer!fem bodied reader

content: Eren’s an asshole, established relationship, ruined orgasms, oral (f and m receiving), humiliation/degradation kink, minors DNI.

wc: 3.5k

notes: this is unedited I literally just wrote this up as fast as I could bc this ask drove me WILD

Your fists were clenched at your sides, fingernails digging crescents on the inside of your palms, knuckles white. You were stomping through your shared living room with your boyfriend, curses and swears leaving your lips. Eren had managed to piss you completely off, feelings of humiliation and frustration fueling the fire coursing through your veins.

It all started earlier this morning, waking up next to your sleepy boyfriend, kissing his cheek sweetly. Your half naked bodies wrapped together in a cocoon of blankets, hair messy and eyelids heavy. Usually, Eren would stir awake and return your kisses with enthusiasm, but he had cracked a single eye open this morning, frowned and grumbled, and pushed you off of him. You had pouted, feeling rejected, and immediately flung yourself out of the bed to get ready for the day. When Eren had finally woken up, joining you in your shared bathroom as you brushed your teeth, he made no effort to console you. He saw the wrinkles on your forehead as your eyebrows furrowed together, a tell all sign for what you were feeling. He simply brushed past you, grabbing his own toothbrush and standing right beside you as if he hadn’t been so recklessly ignorant of you.

When the two of you had spit and gargled mouthwash, he cleared his throat, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips, “What’s your deal?”

Your eyes flickered to him for a brief second, and you rolled your eyes and stomped off back to your bedroom to get dressed. Fuck him, if he wanted to start the day off so sour, he was going to get the same attitude back.

Eren followed behind you, smirk still growing, “You’re mad I pushed you away this morning, aren’t you?”

“So you did it on purpose?” you couldn’t hide the hurt in your voice, back facing him as you searched through your closet. You really had intended to ignore Eren for a while, letting him stew in your cold shoulder treatment, but he always knew how to crawl under your skin and get a rise out of you.

“Just wanted to see how you’d react,” he teased, coming directly behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder, arms crossed on his bare chest. “I was right.”

Fury licked flames up your throat and you stepped forward, throwing your boyfriend off balance. You didn’t want to play whatever game he was trying to set up, you had things to do today besides bend to Eren’s will. Hearing his response, it drove motivation into the pits of your mind that Eren was not going to get a reaction out of you anymore today.

However, he had other plans.

Today has been your day off from work and school, as well as Eren’s day off. The plan was to straighten up the house, invite your friends over in the evening and order pizza. Nothing too crazy or over the top, just a nice relaxing day.

Things didn’t quite work out that way. After the two of you had gotten dressed and made breakfast, every single time you tried to clean an object, Eren would somehow get in the way. He pulled books of the bookcase and left them on the floor or any surface he could find, managed somehow to fill the sink with dirty dishes, not rinsing them off to put in the dishwasher, and found every article of clothing between the two of you to toss on the bedroom floor. The hour long cleaning session had turned into the entire day, long enough that you had to text your friends that tonight wasn’t going to work out.

Because every time you made progress in your small home, Eren would find another thing that got added to the list. As much as it infuriated you, mostly because Eren was supposed to be helping you, you couldn’t let it phase you. No, you knew he was trying to piss you off. You weren’t going to crack under his pressure, not give him the satisfaction of seeing you wound up and upset.

The last straw had snapped when he walked into the living room, seeing you pick up the last book he had thrown on the floor, and opened his stupid mouth.

“Aren’t you supposed to be cleaning?” Eren spat. “This house is a complete disaster.”

Your eyes flickered incredulously to the wall clock, six o’clock it had read, your entire day wasted away, “Are you fucking serious right now?”

You searched for a hint of playfulness in his expression, seeing nothing but his stone cold eyes piercing into you as he spoke without hesitation, “I’m entirely fucking serious. How are we supposed to have company over if you can’t clean a fucking house?”

“Already cancelled,” you fumed, standing up from your crouched position, leaving the book on the floor. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?”

“You. What? Do you need me to use your name at every sentence whenever I talk to you?” Eren kept edging, a feel of gratification consuming him upon learning his friends weren’t coming over anymore. “How am I supposed to marry someone who can’t fucking clean?”

You felt sharp pangs of hurt in your chest, eyes losing their spark, “Eren, that’s mean. Why are you being so mean today?”

He had only smirked, reveling in your mood switch. In the silence shared then, he announced he was getting a bath, he had such a hard working day and wanted to relax. He had left you in the living room alone, and you felt the anger inside of you bubble up, threatening to go over. You snapped, heading straight to the bathroom where you could hear the flow of water into the tub stop.

The door slammed against the wall as you threw it opened, seeing Eren jump slightly at the impact. His hair flowed down to his shoulders, arms stretched out against the rim of the tub, and in any other situation you’d be crawling into the water with him. He’d be so sweet about it too, bringing you to his chest and giving you kisses while you giggled at the attention. Hell, he’d probably even shower you in compliments and appreciation. Not today though, his eyes hardened as you stopped right in front of him.

“Out, now,” you ordered through clenched teeth. You could hear Eren’s breath kick up, but he didn’t move. “Are you deaf? Get out, now, Eren.”

His body moved before his mouth could protest, standing stark naked in the shin deep water. You could see the steam rise off of his skin, your eyes trailed downwards. Although soft, his dick was still impressive, but the longer you stared at the fleshy member, it twitched and rose a bit. You quirked an eyebrow, realization dawning on you. Oh, so this was why Eren was acting like this today?

You made eye contact with him then, his legs shifting over the rim of the tub, before standing directly in front of you. Your hand whipped up to the back of Eren’s head, fisting his hair, and yanking his head back, exposing every line and vein and bulge in his throat.

“This what you wanted? Wanted to get me all angry so I could take it out on you?” Eren’s dick was rock solid, giving you a physical answer, but you still needed the verbal one, “Answer me.”

“Yes,” he choked out, and his Adam’s apple bobbed along his throat.

“Well it fucking worked. I have half a mind to leave you here, like this, to take care of yourself,” you pulled his hair further, a gasp leaving his parted lips.

“No, please, don’t,” Eren’s voice came out whiny as he begged. You smirked, although he wasn’t able to see it as his eyes faced directly up to the ceiling.

“You’re going to drain this tub,” you began to instruct, tilting his head so his eyes trailed to your hard set ones. “And then you’re going to dry off, and go lay flat on your back on the bed. Do you understand me?”

He nodded feverently, happy you released your grip as his neck had begun to ache. You smoothed that same hand over his jaw, feeling the stubble underneath your fingertips, “Good boy.”

Eren set to work quickly, giddy with excitement. This had been his plan all along, to get you riled up enough to take it out on him. Genuinely, Eren hadn’t meant to start this at all today. When you had kissed him awake, he was having a really good dream he didn’t want to wake up from quite then, and hadn’t meant to push you away. Upon seeing your sad pout, followed by a flicker of anger in your orbs, something stirred within Eren. He began to question, just how far could he push you until you caved in?

Eren didn’t stick around to watch the tub fully drain, he was dried off and on the bed just as you had requested. You leaned against the wall, clad only in your bra and panties, and you watched him with hungry eyes as he followed your every instruction. Your boyfriend was a beautiful man, every part of him intriguing and gorgeous to you. He looked like a Greek God, arms and legs spread out, the subtle light from your bedside lamps casting shadows across his abs and into the V of his pelvis. Eren had a beautiful cock as well, thick and long and veiny, it sat perched on his lower abdomen, twitching as you pushed yourself off the wall to loom over your man.

“Look at you,” you mused, letting a dark chuckle vibrate from your chest. “You’re already hard and I haven’t even touched you yet. You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you baby?”

“Yes,” he answered. The skin on his cock was so taut and tight, feeling somewhat light headed as all the blood was rushed to his member.

“You know I’m going to have to punish you, right? For being so mean to me today?” you batted your eyelashes, crawling on to the bed, sitting on your knees by his side, refusing to touch him just yet.

“I know,” Eren whined, trying to reach out to touch your thigh only to be met with the harsh slap of your palm. “I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not,” you cooed in false security, brushing Eren’s hair out of his beautiful face. “But that’s okay, you’re gonna’ make it up to me, right now.”

You traced the outline of Eren’s plump lips, resting your forehead against his as you muttered in your darkest voice, “I’m taking away your right to touch me. Convince me you’re sorry, and maybe I’ll reconsider.”

Eren squirmed under the heat of your words, eyes darting across your face for a hint of a lie, of hesitation. He found nothing, only the glimmer of lust in your eyes as you gazed down at him. Your fingers pushed past his soft lips, and he needed no instruction to latch on and suck. If this was the only touch he would get of you, your fingers pumping into his mouth, scissoring his tongue, he’d take it all so greedily to make you regret putting these rules in place. He never broke eye contact, curling and circling his tongue between your pointer and middle fingers, imagining they were the divine petals between your thighs. You were doing the same, feeling the gush of arousal slicken you. You tapped his tongue, signaling a release. He parted his now swollen lips easily, eyes pleading.

“Can I kiss you at least?” Eren rasped, his hands twitching at his sides.

“No,” you placed a contrasting sweet kiss to his forehead in your dark tone. “That would be touching, sweetheart.”

Eren held back a whine, knowing it was futile. He was simply going to have to lay there, and take whatever punishment he had coming, unable to escape it or bring you pleasure amongst it all. If there was a glimmer of hope, it was crushed as he felt your face travel down to his neck. You were in complete control, just as Eren had wanted.

You sucked and licked at his throat, your dry hand coming up to squeeze what skin you weren’t kissing. You trailed your lips down, kissing his entire torso. As much as you wanted to spend the time working Eren up, you had ideas swirling in your head. Eren had no patience with you today, so you weren’t going to have patience with him. Besides, it was sort of cruel to not pay immediate attention to his swollen cock.

Your hand slicked in his saliva wrapped around the base of his length, a sharp intake of breath heard from Eren’s lips. It came out shaky as you began to pump, his precum oozing from his tip and meeting the warm wetness of your fingers. You twisted your hand up and down, beginning to feel the moisture rub away, his spit drying. This was no good, and you continued to kiss down his stomach until your lips met the head of his reddened cock. He hissed as you spat on it, hand spreading it all over. Your tongue slipped past your lips, kitten licking at his tip. Eren couldn’t think straight, and he settled his hands above him to try and keep his grip as far away from you as he could.

It was nearly impossible to not grab your hair and slam you down as your sweet lips parted and you began to suck his fat tip. Eren succeeded though, knuckles white gripping pillows, and he heaved out a groan. You swiped your tongue along his slit, tastebuds soaking up his salty precum. You prodded in just a little bit, sending a shiver up Eren’s spine. Your hand still doing most of the work, you thought you’d up the game by throwing your other hand in the mix. Eren let out a high pitched moan, throwing his head back at the onslaught of attention.

“It’s so fucking cruel I can’t touch you,” he whined yet again, craning his neck to meet your eyes.

You popped your mouth from his head, “I guess I’m going to be downright evil after what I’m about to do.”

Before Eren could respond, your hands moved to his thighs and his cock was swallowed into the back of your throat. He couldn’t stop the noises he was making as you bobbed your head unbelievably fast, sucking him more and more until your nose buried into the neatly kept curls above his shaft. You were trying your hardest not to gag, your throat entirely full, and Eren was trying his hardest not to cum on impact. You pulled back a bit, tears blinked back from your eyes, and returned a single hand to work what you couldn’t reach.

Eren’s thighs tightened, his breathing hitching, “Fuck, I’m getting so close.”

At this reveal, your pace only quickened, full intentions of bringing him to his utmost height. Your cheeks sucked harder, tongue lapping the underside of his length, and you were covered in your own spit. Sloppy and messy, just how Eren liked it. How you seemed to like it, as well.

“Right there, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Eren called out alongside your name, hips bucking into your mouth. Your other hand met the swell of his balls, feeling them tighten up as his release was right there. As Eren let out the first whine to signal his climax, you yanked your hands away and slipped your mouth off with a pop.

He spasmed, too far gone to stop. His dick stood tall, shooting his load onto his stomach, throbbing so hard and so uncomfortably that tears rolled down Eren’s cheeks. You had ruined his orgasm. His cock was leaking clear fluid, his body frustrated with the lack of contact, entirely unsatisfied. His jaw slacked open, eyebrows furrowed as he gazed at you in disbelief.

“That’s what you get for trying to piss me off all day,” you growled, wiping the spit from your mouth with the back of your hand. “Stay right there, Eren.”

You got off the bed, reaching into your bedside table to pull out two objects — a tiny vibrator and a suit tie. You yanked Eren’s hands up, tying them to your headboard. You undressed yourself quickly, revealing your naked body to Eren’s greedy eyes. His dick hadn’t softened, still painfully erect and needy as he subconsciously bucked into the air. You didn’t comment, knowing how bad Eren wanted you and your attention back to his pulsating member. You threw your thighs around his neck, straddling the lower half of his face.

“You want me to touch you?” Eren nodded, tears still pooling in the corners of his eyes. “Make me cum, and I’ll return the favor.”

Easy enough, Eren thought, lolling his tongue out for you to place your glistening folds on. You sat down fully, letting out a moan as your hips circled his mouth, your hands latched into his hair. Eren heard the soft click of the vibrator in your hands, and moved his south south, knowing exactly what it was you were searching for.

You gasped as his tongue penetrated your tight hole, walls fluttering around his wet muscle as you slid the vibrator right up to your clit. If Eren had only had his hands, you wouldn’t need that little toy to satisfy you. He’d be doing all the work, bringing you all your pleasure up to your climax. All Eren’s work, but you didn’t want him to have that satisfaction.

Because this was you, and you were in full control, there was absolutely no point in teasing yourself. You were rewarding yourself, Eren just happened to be a part of the ride, literally. You thought of all the mean words he had said to you today, all the teases and inconveniences. Your hand in his hard gripped harder, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood as you tried to level your moans.

“You pissed me off so fucking bad today,” your head was thrown back as Eren fucked you with his tongue, your hips pressing down harder. “You were so mean. Now look at you, pathetic. Letting me fuck your face like the little brat you are.”

Eren felt his cock twitch, feeling similar waves of humiliation you had felt today. He knew better than to speak, instead, thrusting his tongue even harder into your entrance to show his response. You were right, he had wanted to feel completely powerless under your wrath, wanted you to use him as if he was disposable, to punish him. When he felt your hand leave his hair, feeling the harsh sting of a slap on his chest behind your ass, he was grateful. This is all he wanted, tears brought to his eyes in pure joy.

Your nails dug into his peck, your orgasm fast approaching, “Oh my God, you’re such a good boy, keep going. Oh fuck, Eren I’m about to cum.”

Eren felt pure pride and love swell in his body, ruined by a cold chill of blinding pleasure. No, no, he was not going to cum with no contact, surely? His scrotum tightened, eyes slamming shut. You were going to be livid when you saw the mess he was creating.

Eren’s cock shot thick white ropes into your back, yes, from that far away. It was just all too much, the degradation, it was like your words had been stroking him up the entire time. His body vibrated, but he forced his eyes to open to watch you fall apart above him.

Your wrist flicked fast with the vibrator in hand, feeling your walls clench and tip over the edge. You screamed breathlessly, pushing your entire lower half into Eren’s mouth. Eren could feel the tingle of your toy against his nose, a small goofy smile on his lips as he thought of how funny it would be if he sneezed. You pulled it away quickly though, mind coming back together as you began to worry about how hard you had pushed into his face. Your orgasm slowed, walls contracting at a much lazier pace, and you lifted your hips.

“Good boy,” you praised, eyes full of love as you reached up to untie his hands. “You did such a good job, baby.”

You hadn’t noticed what Eren had done until you felt a cold brush against your lower back and ass. You hand circled around, feeling the wet sticky spots, and your jaw dropped.

“Eren, did you cum from just eating me out?”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he was pleading, shying away from your widened eyes. “Was too much.”

Eren thought you would’ve been furious, instead, a soft laugh echoed in your chest. You moved off of him, laying on your stomach to place a sweet kiss to his lips. He eagerly returned it, happiness tickling throughout his entire body. When you pulled away, you rested your head on his shoulder while his arms circled your waist.

“That’s the hottest thing ever,” you admitted, curling a strand of his hair in your finger.

“I’m going to piss you off more often,” Eren joked lightly, kissing the tip of your nose. “I like this side of you.”

“Please, Eren, don’t. Next time you want me to top, just fucking ask me.”

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[velvetcloxds]

ooo you said you want a request for oliver wood? feel free to ignore this but could you write something about the reader taking care of oliver when he’s sick/injured?

(i don’t know if that’s specific enough so i’m sorry if it’s not)

STUBBORN| O.W.

Hii Jess!! Thank you so much for requesting lovely <333 I'm literally turning into an Oliver girl the more I write for him so thank you for indulging me!!

Paring: Oliver Wood x fem!reader

Word count: 1370 words

Warning: none that I can think of- it's just a little short because I'm still getting the hang of his character.

Summary: Oliver gets hurt during quidditch practice and you go to the hospital wing to take care of him.

“He asked me to make you promise that you wouldn’t be angry,” Harry explained, and you raised a brow at the boy, pulling your books against your chest as he led you towards the hospital wing.

“If he didn’t want me to be angry, he should’ve listened to me when I told him not to go to practice,” Your comment earned a slightly uncomfortable smile from Harry’s lips as he looks at his feet while walking, not sure how to react. “Sorry,” You sighed, moving your books into your bookbag as you neared the door. “Oliver tends to be stubborn when it comes to quidditch, which tends to end with me being worried, and that usually tends to end with me visiting said stubborn boy in the hospital wing with the injury of the week,” Harry nodded at the explanation, stilling next to you at the door of the hospital wing.

“Madam Pomfrey said that even though he hit his head when he fell, he doesn’t seem to have a concussion- she’s not concerned as least, said he just needs someone to stay with him for a while as she monitors him,” He smiled as you nodded. “I think he’ll be alright,” He offered optimistically.

“Thank you for coming to find me, Harry,” You returned the boy’s smile, squeezing his shoulder lightly before he leaves. You walked through the door carefully, waving at Madam Pomfrey when she spotted you walking in.

“Hello, dear,” She noted, looking up from the research book in her hand and pointing towards the sickbay, Oliver being the only person in the entirety of it and you shook your head lightly as you saw him. “He’s been asking for you,” she told you with a knowing smile, allowing you to go in to see him without any objection, smiling still as she refocused her attention on the book in her hands.

Oliver noticed your presence instantly, turning his head to see you, a tired grin lacing onto his lips as you quickly made your way to his bed, stilling at his side with furrowed brows.

“My love,” He noted softly, reaching a hand out towards you and smiling even more when your fingers entwine with his, your free hand lifting to his head where you gently moved your fingers through the short tendrils of brown.

“How’s my injured boy feeling?” You asked with a soft smile, annoyance from earlier having slipped away as soon as you saw him. “Do you have any pain?”

“I’m alright,” He began, and you allowed your eyes to travel over his body, not noticing any bandages or noticeable discomfort. “My head hurts a little, but Poppy said I could leave in time for dinner, she just wants to keep an eye on me for a few hours,” He offered meekly, fiddling with the hem of the blanket draped over him. “I’m sorry for not listening to you,” He explained, stopping his fingers as he looked at you. “You said the weather was too bad to practice and you were right, like you always are,” You smiled at the statement, lightly scratching at his sculp.

“Don’t think about that,” you said as you removed your hand from his hair long enough to place your bag on the floor, smiling when his other hand reached for your shirt to keep you close. “I’m just happy that you’re not hurt too badly,” The boy offered you a warm smile as his hand tugged at your shirt to pull you closer towards him. “What can I do for my sweet boy?” You asked him, a smile of your own as you watched his eyes jumping over your features, he shook his head. “How about some water?” You suggested to which he nodded as if coming to the sudden realization that he was in fact thirsty.

You lifted the glass of water from the bedside table, holding it for him as he took a few slips, eyes locked on you as his fingers surrounded yours around the glass, hand falling to the bed when you moved to put the glass back.

“Thank you,” He mumbled as you did so, hands somehow finding yours again as he gently scooted over on the bed, silently asking you to join him.

“You want me to hold you?” You mused; his behavior not strange at all as the boy always seemed to get a little more needy after he got himself injured. You nodded as he offered but a mere tug at your fingers as a reply. “Alright my love, I’ll hold you in second, just need to check with Madam Pomfrey if it's okay for you to sleep yet.”

Oliver wasn’t happy with the comment at all, watching with a clear frown as you walked over towards the woman, talking softly among yourselves as she assured you that Oliver was just fine, though you were going to make the boy stay awake for just a little while more, just in case.

“Can you come here now?” He asked, tone laced with impatience as he even lifted his blanket for you. You smiled over at him, carefully kicking off your shoes and moving them under the bed before taking hold of his outstretched hand and sitting down beside him, pausing before laying down.

“Does anything else hurt, Oliver?” You question softly, wanting to be sure before just clinging onto him. He shook his head, grabbing your waist to guide you into his side, a small laugh escaping your mouth as he gently forced your head down onto his chest. He released a satisfied little sigh when your hands found his shirt, smoothing the surface slightly out of habit.

“Thank you for coming,” He mumbled after a second and you twisted in his hold to look up at him, not missing the clear signs of sleep tugging at his features. “I know you had a whole lot to get done today.”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here,” You note simply, lifting a hand to his chin to steal his attention from the ceiling, his eyes closing for a second as the sudden comfort you provided clouded his already tired mind. “You’ve got to stay awake for a little while more, darling,” You reminded him sweetly, his eyes finding yours in an instant, a sloppy smile on his lips as he stared at you.

“Hmm,” He hummed in acknowledgement, hearing what you’re saying yet not registering the words as he delicately pulled you closer. “I like it when you call me that.”

“Darling?” You mocked lightly, watching a slight blush creep onto the boy’s features, his sleepy state along with the adrenaline wearing off, leaving him an all but swooning mess as he holds onto the person he loves so dearly.

“I love you,” He stated in the same flustered tone, and you rested your chin on his chest to look at him. “If this is how you treat me after getting hurt, I just might just get hurt more often.”

“You couldn’t possibly get hurt more often than you already do,” You mused and traced small shapes over his shirt, mindlessly, as the sensation simply aided in lulling him into his slumber. “And you shouldn’t dare attempt it either, you’d drive me mad with worry, Oliver Wood,” The words emitted a groan from his lips, and you raised a brow.

“You worry about me?”

“Only constantly,” You confessed, his eyes opening quickly. “Your self-preservation instinct is severely lacking, darling,” You informed him, and he gave you a guilty smile, your hand leaving his chest as you moved to tuck the blanket back in around his side where it had escaped its place.

“I’ll be more careful then,” He declared. “I enjoy you taking care of me, but I don’t want you to worry,” He lifts a hand to your face, nimbly tracing a finger over your lips.

“That’s all I ask,” You replied, kissing the pad of his thumb when it stilled on your bottom lip. “Though in the meantime, I don’t mind taking care of my sweet and injured darling,” He laughed softly, shaking his head as he pulled you back to his chest, arms wrapping around you even tighter than before and you melted into the feeling completely.

MASTERLIST

[chocominnie]

One Last Time 02  —  Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00   01

⇢ Word Count : 

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

Your eyes shoot open, chest heaving heavily as you let out a blood curdling scream. Not this again. The same dream over and over again each night. It leaves you sleepless. The time on the clock on your nightstand reads 3:04 am. Just only four hours ago is when you fell asleep. But a full night’s sleep hasn’t happened for a year so why would it matter anyways.

Once you catch your breath you unplug your phone from the charger and read some of the notifications. From your window, the night-time critters sing their songs along with the persistant owl that’s somewhere around the apartment complex. You’d only noticed him, the owl, just a few months ago when your cat started meowing with his hoots. 

A missed call from your uncle. 

Immediately you unlock your phone and dial the number. Bringing your index finger to your mouth you gently nip on it waiting for it to answer, The rings are agonizing to you. If something has happened you only wish and pray it wasn’t as bad as you think. He’s the only parental figure left in your life.

‘‘ Princess! Hello I was just calling to speak to you earlier. But I realized you are five hours ahead of me and you had probably went to sleep.’‘

His soothing voice calms your emotions making you let out a tiny breath of air. Thank god.

‘’Hey Charlie.” You sigh. Looking towards your left, you spot Clara purring quietly next to you. You can’t help but to smile while bringing a hand over to rub her head with your thumb.  She’s so small under the shining moonlight from your window.

Her white coat shines brightly amongst her, making you remember the first night you had brought her home. All she did was sleep, and it worried you because you had no prior expierence caring for anything, let alone a small animal. Clara only drank kitten milk and slept back then. Occasionally being awake enough to nip at your fingers whenever you pet or touched her.

Now she’s a bit bigger and walks around the apartment like she owns the place. Quite the little attitude she has, but its too damn cute for you to scold her whenever she does something wrong. 

“ Yes I did fall asleep from after a gathering at someone’s house.’’ You continue on, bringing your knees to your chest after opening the curtain of your window fully.

The moons brightness illuminates the entire room, but not so bright for you to complain though. ‘’ Oh- was it Jimin’s? Tell him I said hell-’’

You bite your lip hard at his name. He doesn’t know and you wont even dare to let him know. Knowing him, your uncle would have a fit and oppose to come back to Seoul to ‘set the record straight.’ to Jimin. That’s the last thing you want to do, cause trouble.

‘‘ It was his brother’s house warming party.” You say, lowering your tone in your voice. You look at the nightstand for a couple of seconds just before opening the top drawer of the wooden, polished piece. Your hands shakily pull out a picture of you two together.

It was taken at  Marne-la-Vallée, France right infront of Cinderella’s castle. That was the day that you and Jimin had to went to Disneyland in Paris, France. You cant help but to think, with the picture in hand, that it was one of the best nights ever. It was also the same night your virginity was taken.

‘‘ Oh.. I know that tone. Are you two arguing at the moment.”

You shrug, “ I mean you could say that.’’

No you cant.

‘‘ Alright alright I won’t talk more of him. Let’s change the subject.” He chuckles deeply into the phone.

‘‘ How’s Europe? Anything new happening on base?”

‘‘ Same old Same old. It’s been what? 2 years since I’ve left Seoul? The food is different over here. They don’t have kimchi pancakes sadly.”

You can only imagine the frowny face he makes at you whenever he doesn’t approve or like something. It always turns out to be funny.

You giggle into the phone shaking your head slightly, “ Of course. You are in Europe Charlie. Where are you getting food from anyway if you are on base?’’

‘‘ I can go off base to a certain mileage when I am off duty. I just have to report back in time. But you do know that you can always come live on base with me...’ He trails off.

Oh boy. Here he goes. He’s always talking about moving you on base with him. Hell, he’s been talking about it since before he had to go to be based in Europe. By then you were twenty years old and old enough to live by yourself. Growing up in Daegu, Korea since you were six, you felt as if Korea was home to you and you definately weren’t ready to leave yet.

Especially, after losing your parents here. Around eight years old, your aunt and mother were on the way to pick up your father from the airport. With your mom and dad also being military and based in Korea with your dad’s bestfriend, your uncle Charlie, your father had been called to take military leave to go and be based in Korea for the National Guard.

On the way back from the airport, a drunk driver had struck the car knocking them off the road and colliding head first into the railing of the bridge. All bodies were reported dead upon collision, including your aunt. Charlie didn’t take the news well at all, and so did you. Only eight years old and still a bit new to a foreign country. It was devistating for you and Charlie. Charlie did what was right and stepped up to be your legal guardian while taking some time off from the military. Till this day, he treats you like his sacred little daughter and you can’t ask for anyone better than him.

 “You are old enough to live on your own and housing is avail-”

You jump at his voice on the line again, being too spaced out from the tragic memory. Before he can go on any longer you cut him off. ‘‘ Im fine with the apartment you left me. Im paying the bills on time and taking good care of it.”

‘‘ Alright fine. But that option is always available you hear me? I will always be ready for you to come with me.’’

‘‘ Okay Charlie” You groan.

‘‘ Alright.. sweetie it’s getting late on this side and it’s already 3 am on your side. Get some sleep okay? Don’t you have a model shoot thingy or something? You have those a lot.’‘

‘‘ Yes i actually do in a couple of hours. It’s been a while since I’ve did a shoot. Please eat and sleep well. Don’t injure yourself.’‘

‘‘ I promise. You promise to do the same right?’‘ He says, rustling movements are in the background.

‘‘ Yes I promise. Good night sleep tight..’‘ You smile as you wait for him to finish the rest.

He chuckles one last time on the other end, ‘‘I’ll always love you, goodnight‘’

Beep Beep Beep

You in a racy light pink lingerie with white duvets and sheets is the concept of your comeback. It’s supposed to symbolize the “Night After’’. Camera’s click and directors yell and praise you in your subtle yet damaging moves and facial expressions. You want.. no need for this comeback to be successful. Not only did your manager schedule this, but she is making sure that they release this same very day.

Nobody in this company’s industry has ever did this before. But you, you are sort of the special one. The special foreigner as they say. It’s not like you don’t like it but you don’t like that they label you as that. Stylists, employee’s hell even anybody who works there treat you as a princess. It’s not bad, but it’s just weird.

‘‘ One last one. Give me a sexy yet innocent look mama.’‘ Elliot, the director says, smiling wide at you.

You slip a finger into your mouth and do a little pout with your lips.

Elliot busts out into a roar of happiness with his hands clapping furiously. ‘‘That’s it mama yes! That’s just what we needed!’‘

Adjusting his microphone earpiece, he turns around to greet and thank everyone, ‘‘ Alright everybody this concludes our shooting! You all worked so hard today. Make it home safe, eat well.’‘

Finally. You sigh out in relief and close your eyes. It’s been a long day. Almost 6 hours of shooting. Three Videos, and five swap outfits for each session of shooting for the ‘’ Night After’’.  As everyone heads out and starts cleaning up you bow your head slightly and thank them.

A stylist brings you a satin robe to cover yourself in. You thank her and put it on just before getting up from the bed and walking towards wardrobe. Once you are done putting on your clothes, your manager leads you straight out the exit. Outside awaits the car that drives you everywhere. Literally everywhere.

‘‘ Tomorrow somebody has put in a special request for you to appear as the main lead girl in their music video. It’s short notice and I told them I would have to bump some things around and notify you. But they are paying us and you good money to be in it.’‘

Money? Sounds like a plan.

‘�� It’s fine. Who am I shooting for?’‘ You say, fluffing your hair just a little while inspecting yourself in the rear view mirror.

Your makeup is still intact with no ruins and the contacts they had given you suited you very well. A hazel with a slight bit of teal. Suddenly the car moves off into the busy streets of Seoul. You can’t help but to notice every couple that walks along the sidewalks. They seem so happy, glad to be around each other.

On the floor of the car lies your little mini backpack filled with all of your items and belongings. Picking it up, you begin to dig through it looking for some hand lotion to soothe your semi-dry hands. Once you find it you gently start to squeeze the tube.

‘‘ Kim Namjoon.’‘

You freeze. Namjoon? The same Namjoon from the group? Joonie? It’s been well… a year since you’ve seen him in person. Hell since you’ve seen all of Bangtan Sonyeondan together. Except for lastnight when Hoseok and.. that guy showed up.

You sigh already knowing the answer from the question you are about to ask.

‘‘ From…?’‘ You ask then put the lotion back in your bag. Slowly you rub your hands together to moisturize.

Your manager quickly flips through the daily planner, ‘‘ Bangtan Sonyeodan but this is for one of his mixtape songs.’‘

Thank goodness.

‘‘ That’s fine. What time will the car be arriving tomorrow?’‘

‘‘ 8 am on the dot. You need to be there by 8:30. I’ll be tending to one of my other models tomorrow so you will be alone. I can send som-’‘

‘‘ No no it’s truly okay. I know how to manage things myself. Besides, I learn from you.’‘ You reassure her with one of your winning smiles, laying your head on her shoulder.

‘‘ Aigoo what am I going to do with you?’‘

The day ends very well. The movies you’ve been watching have kept you occupied. But not occupied enough for you to keep crying at all the sad parts in the chick flicks. Breakups, someone had died, someone had even just spilled something onto the floor and that was enough to send you into tears.Only because when the main lead boy rushed to help clean it up, it reminded you of Jimin last-night helping Isabel.

‘’What is going on with myself.’’ You blow your nose into a tissue for what seemed like the thousandth time today. Clara lets out one of her meows beside you then goes back to grooming herself.

You place her onto your lap and begin to run your fingers through her fur over and over again. Such a soothing effect to you as you stare into space sulking in your thoughts.

Why is it that you weren’t enough for him? Why is it that every single little thing reminds you of him? You gave him your all and he gave you his but what happened? Where did you go wrong? Cooked, cleaned, satisfied his needs. You guys had even started to plan out what you wanted out of a family. When you wanted a baby and what you would name it. It was fun. The whole relationship was fun. Right until that scandal.

Ding.. Ding.. Ding.. DI-

You unlock your phone immediately to stop that annoying dinging noise. Not surprisingly it’s a text from Jeon Jungkook.

Kookie : Im coming over I’ll be there in exactly 3 minutes.

Kookie: Don’t think about leaving either.

Kookie: Im bringing someone with me.

Kookie: We need to have a serious talk babycheeks.

You roll your eyes at the nickname he’s given you. No matter how many times you tell him you want him to change it, he declines. There’s no point in asking anymore.

Why would he want to talk anyways and who is the person he’s bringing. Eh.. it might just be Ryan they seem to do everything together as a team.

As soon as you step foot out of your bed the sound the door clicking makes your head shoot up. How in the living hell does he know the password to your house? Rage takes over you. That’s something that you hate. When people invade your personal space. In this case, personal home.

‘‘ Jeon fucking Jungkook!’‘ You scream, abruptly stomping your feet all the way to and out your bedroom door. Suddenly you stop at the sight of the two faces staring back at you.

Jungkook’s expression holds a concerned yet upset face while the other just stands there calm and cool. But you on the other hand are way besides that level.

Your eyes must be filled with rage and the expression on your face is no good. How dare he disrespect you like that? Bringing him into your home, knowing the bad blood between you two. Oh, they both have something coming towards them. You begin to walk to them again making each step make the floor shake.

‘‘ Get out. Both of you. One you invade my personal private home..’‘

You grab both boys by their collars, making sure to grip the one on the right’s harder than usual. ‘‘ Two, you fucking invite him over here.’‘ You drag each of them towards the exit. Which is going good until Jungkook rips your hands away from his shirt and takes you over his shoulder.

You’ve had enough of him and his invasive ways. Pounding on his back with your fists, you make sure to scream into his ear. “ Put me the fuck down Jeon Jungko-”

You hiss at the stinging sensation on your ass. Did he just? Jimin stands there awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. You make sure to make eye contact with him and roll your eyes. Something that always had and will piss him off.

‘‘ Hush. I told you all of us needed to have a deep talk about you.’‘

Jungkook plops your frail body onto one side of the couch in which he sits next to you. He motions for Jimin to come sit across from the both of you but you aren’t having it.

‘‘ Don’t you do it.” You glare at him. Jungkook sighs harshly only to pluck your forehead two times. You whine and rub it with your index and middle finger.

Jungkook shakes his head in disapproval, ‘‘ When are you ever going to learn? Jimin sit down now.”

‘‘ Truthfully.. I feel as though I shouldn’t be here so-”

“ Good. Get out you are unwanted.” You snap back causing him to give you one of his long stares with no facial expression at all.

Jungkook glares at you just before getting up to throw his hands in the air full of disappointment. “ Enough! “

Yelling. Something else you don’t like to hear being done at yourself. You finally sit still and quite avoiding any eye contact with the both of them.

He sits back down and clears his throat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look before continuing on.

‘‘ I gathered us here to talk about you..”

‘‘ Why. Im fine. How many times do I have to say it. Im fine im fine im fine im fucking fine!’‘ You exclaim, getting more mad by the second. When will people accept this?

‘‘ Baby.. ’‘

Your eyes shoot up to him and his soft voice. You didn’t want to but you did because his voice to you is like candy that melts into your mouth.

‘‘ Don’t call me that. You have a girlfriend at-least be loyal to her rather than what you did to me.’‘

‘‘ Fuck is anybody going to just sit here and listen? Can we at-least get to the source of the problem? Huh?’‘ Jungkook leans back into the couch clearly pissed by your attitude.

Jimin’s the first to speak and holds a firm eye contact with you, almost daring you to break away from it.

‘‘ Fine. Im just going to cut straight to it then. Why are you so jealous? You aren’t okay at all. I seen the way you looked at us yesterday. You wanted to break down so bad but you didn’t. It looks like you’ve been dropping weight day by day why aren’t you eating well?’’

You’re taken a-back by his jealous comment. Although you are you just cannot admit it. You are jealous. You do want him back. You cant bear to see him with another girl but you. But the fact that Jimin is concerned makes you really hope. Just hope that there is something left of you still in his heart.

‘‘ Jealous? Jealous tuh.” You scoff, leaning into Jungkook’s arms where you rest his head on your chest. You only do this just to see Jimin’s reaction and by the look on his face he doesn’t enjoy that move one bit.

‘‘ Yes jealous. I mean why else would you put almond extra-

‘‘ Woah. No need to go there. We established that it was a so called accident lastnight.” Jungkook does finger quotes into the air and looks down at you.

You lift your head up and furrow your eyebrows in annoyance, “ So called? So you really believe that I did it on purpose. Wow Jungkook. Escort yourself out.’’

He sighs, wrapping his arms around you securly in hopes of you settling down a  little, “ Honestly it’s not like that. I wasn’t there to see you bake them nor was I watching her eat it. Im just saying that you knew Jimin was coming and obviously his girlfriend was going to come too. It’s a little sketchy is all.”

There’s no fixing what he said. Him adding onto his explanation just made things sound worse than what he’s trying to say. You don’t have time to be ganged up on, nor like it at all. It’s best if they both just leave, to not turn nothing into something.

‘‘ Get out. Now. Before I call and tell Ryan what you said and then she’ll definitely deal with you.’‘ You say, removing yourself from off of him and onto the other side of the couch with your legs crossed.

Mad isn’t even the word to describe yourself right now. You’re just a mixture of all emotions.

Jungkook now looks of sorriness written all over his face. You bite your lip and shake your head while pointing towards the door. He sighs heavily and takes one last look at you while removing himself from the couch. You watch him slip on his coat and shoes.

Jimin gets up from his spot on the couch, ‘‘ I’ll be leav-”

‘‘ Sit down we aren’t done talking.” 

He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, sitting back down slowly.

Jungkook keeps his head down as he wraps his blue scarf around his neck. Poor baby, but he shouldn’t of said it. “Please better yourself and talk it out with each-other. Im leaving.”

‘‘ Make it home safely.. Kookie.” You sigh once the door closes behind him. Now you’re here. Face to face with Park Jimin.

The same Jimin who cheated on you. The same Jimin you haven’t seen in a while. You take a few moments to take in his appearance. He seems to have re-gained his muscles that are peaking through his black, longsleeve shirt. His thighs are still thick, just like his luscious lips. Of course he changed his hair color to black. But who knows, he might change it again.

‘‘ You’ve been doing well?’‘ You say, voice low but enough for him to hear. You drop your eyes to your lap instead of keeping intact with his.

‘‘ Yes. But you have not. Im disappointed in you. Why are you doing this to yourself? Don’t do this because of me.”

‘‘ Jimin you don’t know the feeling. You don’t know how it feels to be left wondering why you weren’t good enough for someone. Why they had cheated on you. You don’t understand at all and wont ever.’‘ Your voice cracks on the last sentence and you an feel the lump in your throat become sore.

He bites his lip unsure of what to say next. Those words had hit him good inside. ‘‘ Im sorry. I truly am. But you know the reason why we had to end it. I fucked up bad and the media was making the scandal bigger and messier day by day. It was better to just call it off.’‘

One by one your tears start to drop. You nose begins it’s running trip but you sniffle it back up.

‘‘ You could of denied it. You know you could of made a statement and denied it. But you felt something for her didn’t you? Didn’t you?’‘ You semi-yell, sobs already starting to take it’s way over.

He bites his lip once again and ruffles his fingers through his hair, “ Baby..’’

You wipe your tears with your hands making your face even more puffy from the crying. “ I am jealous. I am I admit it Jimin. But do you know i have been suffering for one year and two months? I can’t sleep at night because im so used to your touch at night. I look at every couple in Seoul and think to myself, Dang they seem so happy. What’s their secret?’’

Jimin sits up, making eye contact with you with tears welling up into his eyes. It hurt’s you more than yourself to see him crying. It always has.

‘‘ Please don’t do that. Don’t do this to yourself. Please get help from someone to try and move on. Please. I don’t like to see or hear you make yourself suffer.’ He begs, getting up from his seat and coming towards you.

Jimin sits next to you, hesitantly opening his arms up to you. Would it be wrong to embrace him? He’s being too sincere, but thats what you want right? You decide to just do it, and lean into him only for him to pull you in closer into his chest.You just lay there crying and sobbing while he runs his fingers through your hair. You shouldn’t be doing this. He has a girlfriend. But it feels so right.

‘‘ What does she have that I don’t? Why couldn’t you love me the same way you love her “  You cry into his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. 

You’d been waiting for this moment to just let it out. Let everything out.

‘’ Please don’t make this harder than what it is right now. Just try and forget me and move on. Please.” Hypocritcal. How does he expect you to get over him when he’s the one whos holding you so tight right now. Soon enough his sniffles join yours in harmony.

You raise your head up and look him deep into the eyes while you wipe away his tears, “ Don’t cry Jimin. I’m the one supposed to be crying over you. Don’t cry.’’

He takes your hand away from his face and wraps his fist ontop of yours, “Please promise me you will move on okay?’’

You shake your head no, “ I can’t make that promise.”

He doesn’t say anything. He gently cradles you in his arms and lifts you up. You don’t think to where he is going. You just close your eyes and grab onto his shirt firmly not wanting to let go.

Soon enough you feel the cold sheets over your bed. He covers you in the duvet and leans down to your forehead.  A kiss. Your fist is still locked onto his shirt in which he tries to pry it away but you don’t want to let him go. He sighs and raises his arms up as he takes off the shirt revealing an extra plain white wife beater under it. Taking your other hand, he wraps your hand into another fist onto the shirt to where both of your hands are holding onto it.

‘‘ Please better yourself for me baby. Sleep and eat well. “

Is all he says before turning off the lights and walking out your bedroom door.  You can hear him putting on and zipping up his heavy coat but you just don’t make a sound.

The apartment door clicks and beeps letting you know he’s already gone.

[lovemeleo]

Please write one were Asher has an allergic reaction and Sirius and Remus freak

Um so hi, surprise. I finally wrote something again. This prompt has been sitting in my ask box for god knows how long and I finally wrote it. Sorry it took so long, anon, but I hope you all enjoy. The SW world and it's characters belong to always fantastic @lumosinlove!

If you haven't read the rest of my Asher series, here's the link for tumblr and AO3!

cw: allergic reactions, talk of medicines, IVs, and hospitals

It started as a normal day, as most days tend to do. Remus got up first, doing some yoga in the living room before turning on the coffee maker to run while he was in the shower. He had this routine down pat so of course, he was ready with Sirius’s cup of coffee when the taller man came up behind him, nuzzling into his neck.

“Morning, mon loup.” Sirius mumbled, his voice still rough with sleep as his arms wrapped around Remus’s waist.

A soft smile spread across Remus’s face as he pressed the steaming cup of coffee into his fiancé's hand, “Good morning, Pads. I can get Ash ready for Lily’s if you want a shower before practice.” Remus said quietly, already hearing movement from the toddler’s bedroom.

Sirius answered with a kiss to his shoulder, looking up at him with a grin, “You’re the best, babe,” He said as he pulled away, cheekily slapping Remus’s butt before making his way to their bathroom. Shaking his head fondly, Remus turned to start getting Asher’s breakfast ready, the oatmeal cooking on the stove.

Just as he was about to go check Asher was awake, a small pair of arms wrapped around his legs from the side. Asher rested his head on his Papa’s hip, letting out a loud yawn. Remus couldn’t help the chuckle he let out, their son so much like his daddy, it was ridiculous.

“G’Morning, Papa.” Asher murmured, rubbing his eyes as he tried to wake up.

Remus picked him up, resting the toddler on his hip as he finished up his breakfast, “Good morning, mon chou. Sleep well?” He asked as he put the oatmeal into a bowl, topping it off with some berries before getting him set up at the table.

The little boy hummed happily, sipping his milk as he waited for the hot cereal to cool down, “Yep! I had a dream that Harry and I were wizards and we got to battle a bunch of bad guys and we won of course and it was so cool.”

Remus chuckled, sipping his coffee as he listened to his son’s dramatic retelling of his dream, “Of course, you won. Most powerful wizards ever, obviously.”

Nodding happily, Asher started in on his breakfast as he continued to fill his Papa in on the wizarding world from his dream. He had quite the imagination and it definitely came through his dreams.

When he had finished, Remus helped him wash up and get dressed before Sirius came in with his bag for the Potter’s house. Lily always watched Asher during their practices, letting him and Harry tire themselves out together. They were the best of friends, constantly attached at the hip. When they pulled up to the Potter’s house, Lily and Harry were already waiting on the front porch, the boy already jumping excitedly as he saw their car pull up.

As soon as Asher was released from his booster seat, he was running as fast as his little legs would take him. And Harry, not one to be outdone in the dramatics department, met him halfway and slammed him into a hug.

Lily laughed, coming down off the porch to give the two men a hug, “Sorry, I’m not gonna sprint up to you two,” She said, giving them both a tight squeeze.

“Wow, I see how much our friendship means to you!” Remus teased, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. “Now, where’s that husband of yours? Still doing his hair?”

A loud laugh came from the doorway, James appearing with his bag thrown over his shoulder, “Yeah, you know me. Very much worried about my hair when I’m putting a helmet on.” He said, throwing his bag into their car before giving Lily and Harry a kiss goodbye.

After saying goodbye to their own little munchkin, the three men were off to practice. Today consisted of some dry land training for warm-ups before moving on to some drills. They were about an hour into their drills when Coach Weasley blew the whistle from the sidelines.

“Black! Lupin! You’ve got a call!” He yelled across the ice, his eyebrows furrowed as he held out the phone.

Knowing that calls weren’t allowed during practice unless there was an emergency, the two men were to the bench in seconds, Remus quickly grabbing the phone, “Hello?”

Lily’s frantic voice was on the other side of the phone, already talking, “Remus, I’m sorry, I literally looked away for a second, and then he was screaming. I didn’t even see-”

“Lily, take a deep breath. What’s going on? What happened?” Remus said, trying to keep his voice calm.

A shaky breath came through the speaker before she continued, “I took the boys to the park across the street like I always do, and they were on the playground. It was fine then all of a sudden, Ash let out a really loud scream. I got over there as soon as I could, but he had already hives. Harry said he had a bee on his arm and got stung. I called an ambulance, and we’re at Gryffindor hospital now in the ER. I’m so sorry, I didn’t even know he was allergic.”

Remus was already unlacing his skates, the phone held between his shoulder and ear, “It’s not your fault, Lils. We didn’t know he was allergic either. We’ll be there soon.” Quickly handing the phone back to their coach, Remus and Sirius ran back to the locker room.

In less than 5 minutes, the two men were back in their car, racing towards the hospital. “Fucking bees,” Sirius muttered, quickly pulling into the parking lot.

As soon as they were parked, both of them quickly ran into the ER, their hearts pounding in their chest as they reached the front desk, “W-We’re here for Asher Lupin-Black.” Remus said to the receptionist.

She pointed them down the hall and they were off, seeing Lily waiting in the hallway outside of the room. Lily met them halfway, Harry on her hip sniffling quietly, “The doctor is in with him right now. God, I’m so sorry. I had just gone to grab my phone to take a picture of them, Harry said they were chasing the bee. I didn’t even realize there was one by them.”

Sirius pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “Lily, it’s not your fault. He’s a kid, these things are going to happen. You got him here as soon as you could and got him help, and we’re so so thankful.”

Sniffling softly, Lily wiped at her face, “I was so scared, all I heard was him screaming. The hives spread so quickly.”

The door opened as they stood talking, a doctor coming out of Asher’s room. His eyes widened at the sight of the two hockey players, probably realizing who’s child he had been working on before giving them a small smile, “Hi there, I’m Dr. Johannis. You must be Asher’s dads.”

“Yes, how’s he doing? Is he ok?” Remus asked as he stepped forward, already itching to get into the room and see his son.

Dr. Johannis was nodding before Remus had even finished, “Asher is doing fine. He came in with anaphylaxis from what appears to be a bee sting. Luckily, due to your friend’s quick actions, we were able to get him in the ambulance and give him a shot of epinephrine. He’s doing much better already, the hives have begun to fade. We do have him on oxygen at the moment as a precaution.”

Remus and Sirius both let out a breath as if a weight had been lifted directly off their shoulders. Asher was okay.

“Can we see him?” Sirius asked, his eyes flickering to the closed door behind the doctor.

Smiling, Dr. Johannis nodded, “Yes, of course. My nurse is just in there, double-checking his vitals. We want to keep him for a little bit longer to keep an eye on him but you should be able to take him home tonight.”

After thanking the doctor, Lily urged them on without her, “Go on, he was asking for you both. I’ll text Coach so he can let the team know. I’m sure they’re all worried.” Nodding, the two of them quickly made their way into the room. Asher looked so small on the hospital bed, an oxygen mask covering his nose and mouth as he watched the nurse fiddle with the monitor. He quickly turned to the door as soon as it opened, eyes quickly filling with tears when he saw his dads.

“I’m sorry!” Asher cried, his voice muffled from the mask. Remus and Sirius were next to him in seconds, pulling him as close as they could without tugging any wires or IVs out.

Running a hand gently through his hair, Sirius pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “Oh mon chou, it’s okay. You didn’t know that was going to happen.”

“We’re just glad you’re okay, bub.” Remus said, running his hand gently over the little boy’s back.

Sniffling quietly, Asher rested his head on his Daddy’s side, “We thought it was a bumblebee, and Uncle James said those are fluffy and they don’t sting and they’re nice. But it wasn’t fluffy and it was not nice.” He huffed, wiping at his face.

Sirius couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling Asher closer, “Well now you know which ones to stay away from, right?” He asked, feeling the toddler nod before he let out a loud yawn.

“Sorry to interrupt but I just wanted to give you a heads-up. The medicine we gave him through the IV might make him sleepy,” The nurse said from next to them, as he headed to the door. “Let us know if you need anything.”

Remus nodded, pulling the blanket over Asher’s legs as the little boy began to doze off, “Of course, thank you so much.”

Then it was just the three of them, the only noises coming from the monitor and Ash’s soft snores.

“Well. That was fucking scary.” Remus whispered, leaning over to rest his head on his fiancé's shoulder.

Sirius snorted, his head falling onto Remus’s, “Yeah, that’s an understatement. Thought my heart was gonna fall out of my ass when Coach said we had a call.” Remus nodded in agreement, remembering the moment he heard Lily on the other side of the line.

“The team is gonna spoil the shit out of him. Like he isn’t going to have to walk anywhere for months,” Sirius continued, his hand moving to run through Asher’s soft curls.

Rolling his eyes, Remus glanced over at Sirius, “You act as though they don’t already spoil the shit out of him. Leo carried him on his back all around New York last month. Nado sneaks him treats constantly. And if Dumo brings him one more toy, we’re going to have to move to a bigger house.”

Sirius couldn’t help the large smile that spread on his face because Remus wasn’t wrong. Asher was spoiled. The team loved him, and he loved them all right back. They were so lucky to have such a supportive chosen family, and Sirius didn’t really believe in God but shit, he was grateful to whatever deity gave him this life. He had a loving fiancé, a fantastic son, and the best damn family a man could ever ask for. There was nothing better.

And when their entire house was filled with hundreds of “Get Well Soon” balloons and an entire hockey team when they got home that night, all of the worry was entirely worth it to see their little boy’s face light up the room.

[skiyoosmi]

if fate permits

⤷ chapter nineteen: when it's too late

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TWO DAYS LATER...

[THE FOUR IDIOTS’ APARTMENT, 6:55PM]

Kiyoomi only watched as your eyes became melancholier, as if it were not already in the first place, the longer you stared at the screen of his phone. Probably rereading his conversation with Atsumu, he thinks. Initially, he wasn’t really planning on showing it to you but just like any other day, you decided to be the whipped soulmate (or more like an idiot, at least to him) you were, all while saying “Atsumu is important to me, should I really leave this apartment while not making amends with him?” He almost retched, is this girl really fixated on becoming a saint? How could someone be this lenient? He has no idea. And so, he showed you– that even after all this time, the piss-haired boy will remain as he is; that no matter how many years may pass, Miya Atsumu will be Miya Atsumu.

And he was the exact opposite of you: he was self-centered, conceited, prideful, juvenile, and so many more that it would take Kiyoomi more than a day to list all the things he detested from the boy. He can only remember how much he loathed the boy upon their first proper meeting; not that he likes meeting new people anyway. Kiyoomi was no genius but he knew, right at that moment, that Atsumu was far from being the ‘knight-in-shining-armor’ soulmate his dearest sister was so engrossed to have.

Kiyoomi also knew that he was not the best brother in the world; hell, he is way too far from being a good one even. He couldn’t care less if you have an admirer from afar (like that Iwaizumi who seems to be around you all the time these days), nor when you finally get yourself a suitable boyfriend, not even when you finally get wedded to someone. He wasn’t overprotective... or at least that’s what he believed. But he was only human, after all– now that he contemplates about it, he realizes that he isn’t really fond of seeing you cry.

“Stop hurting yourself over and over again, you fool of a sister,” he said, clicking his tongue afterwards and grabbing your bags after hearing your father call from downstairs, “Know your worth a little, will you? It’s kind of painful for me to watch you get hurt too, you know. It’s not just mom and dad.”

And with that, he left the room, leaving you to tend to your other belongings and perhaps, say goodbye to this little house that managed to etch itself to your heart. Compared to your childhood home, it wasn’t enough to make you sob your heart out dry. But for some reason, tears still found its way on the corner of your eyes as you remembered the fond memories you’ve made here with your boys – the moment you stumbled upon this house when you four were trying to find a place to stay, the smile on your face when you decided that this was the one (cue Atsumu literally hauling you three towards the agent to settle the down payment), the moving day when Kiyoomi and Osamu brawled for the first time in their lives because they both wanted that bedroom that was the only one downstairs, “to be away from the idiot disease” as what they said. You can only wonder if you could make new memories as happy as those in your future home.

“Ah… you really are a fool of a sister, YN,” you whispered to yourself, wiping the tears away and getting the last of your things before proceeding downstairs, finding your father standing by the front door, arms crossed with a face mask adorning his face (you never really questioned where your brother got his traits, it was as clear as the day), “Kiyoomi is already in the car but I think you should bid Osamu-kun a proper farewell first. He’s in the kitchen. We’ll be waiting so just take your time.”

You nodded before proceeding to the said area, finding the gray-haired with his arms already wide open. Your lips quivered before jumping at him, “I’m gonna miss you.”

“We’ll still be seeing each other at school, you damn gorilla,” he chuckled before burying his face in your neck. You clicked your tongue, pouting at his very much realistic reply, “But it’s different! Eating breakfasts together, going to school together, going home together… and drinking wine until we’re brains out! I’m pretty sure my dad won’t let me do that at his house!”

He cackled, releasing you from his hold and flicking you on your forehead, “what an alcoholic woman! Are you sure you’re going to be a student in a prestige university abroad? You’ll be left behind by your classmates if you keep on prioritizing your wines before your studies.”

“Hah! You’ll see, Osamu. Those red wines will be the reason I even become one of the most famous writers in the world. You better wait and I’ll release an autobiography saying a man named Miya Osamu used to bully me to death,” you huffed, smirking after you saw him stare at you in disbelief. Your smile gradually disappeared upon the realization that the center of your heart was not home… even when I’m already leaving, huh?

Osamu frowned as well, scratching the back of his neck because of the sudden silence that indicated your little recognition, “I’m sorry. I told him to go home before 7 but…”

“It’s fine, Samu. We’re still not in the best terms so it’s probably better this way – a more peaceful way of farewell, you know? No fighting or anything else. Besides, I couldn’t tell him anything about my moving, scholarship, and so many things,” The lad didn’t miss the way you quickly wiped your tears away though. Damn you, Atsumu, why are you always making her cry, he thought.

“I’ll see you at school then, Samu. I’ll miss the dinners you cook,” you smiled, walking quietly outside, and shutting the front door. At the same time, a chime resonated from your phone that was in your pocket. Opening it, you released a long sigh… of relief? of anxiety? You didn’t know.

[Haji, 7:15PM]: I did it, YN. My thread, it’s… black.

You looked up at the night sky, finding stars twinkling as if they were gazing back at you.

Should I start moving on too, Haji?

[TOKYO UNIVERSITY GYMNASIUM, 7:20PM]

For the umpteenth time this week, Atsumu heaved yet another deep sigh, hands weaving itself with his hair to ruffle it out of frustration. Today, he couldn’t care less about the girls lurking around the university gym… because for the umpteenth time this week as well, his twin brother expressed his disappointment towards the boy, leaving him in the said place with the same words he had uttered yesterday and even the day before that, accompanied by a threat this time: “You’re such an immature asshole I wouldn’t be surprised if YN finally gives up on being your friend. You better come home before 7PM or else, I will drag you by your feet with my own two hands.”

Clicking his tongue, he grabbed another ball, gripping it so hard his nails almost left a dent on it. 7PM? He only scoffs. No, he won’t go home yet. He doesn’t care if Osamu gets furious at him and drags him nor if you give up on your friendship; all he thinks right now is that he wants to spike this ball straight onto the other side of the court, make it burst if it was even possible. It wasn’t his fault he got mad at you, he’s entitled to his feelings; he’s right, Kiyoomi’s mistaken… you shouldn’t have promised something you would just break in a span of less than thirty seconds. You shouldn’t hav–

But is it really her fault though? A voice in his head refuted him, or is it just because you’re really an immature asshole who can’t be happy for her?

Of course, it’s her fault, he argues. Immature? Him? He’s almost twenty-two, for god’s sake! He has been living in this world for more than two decades, how could Osamu call him underdeveloped? He swears he’s going to give his twin brother a good punch or two once he gets home.

… But she’s just trying to reach for her dreams, why are you not supporting her? She always does that when it comes to you, doesn’t she? Or have you already forgotten?

And at that, everything went perfectly still. The sound of the ball falling from his hands resonated throughout the quiet gym. Even with just hearing words from something or someone he can’t even identify, Atsumu felt as if he was hit on his head with a ton of bricks.

“E-eh…? W-why… why am I crying?” He whispered, fingers going up to touch his cheeks and furrowing his eyebrows when he felt the dampness of the said area.

Because you know you don’t deserve her. You know that it’s your fault. It has ALWAYS been your fault.

“Shut up,” he said to no one, plopping down the floor while he clutched his ears this time to shut the voice out. As it kept talking, he tried hitting his head with his hand, tried talking over it, tried retorting savage remarks back; however, everything was futile for it kept talking, kept torturing his mind with nothing but the truth.

You hurt her, then apologize, then do it again. What are you playing, a tug-of-war? How selfish of you, Miya Atsumu! Are you really her best friend?

“Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!” He screamed, his throat feeling as if it was getting scratched from the rawness of his voice. There was no way he was gonna have a voice tomorrow.

You’re so aggravated whenever you think about losing YN, are you sure you’re not in love with her or something? Yanno… have you never thought about the fact that maybe she’s your sou–

“Atsumu-kun! Wake up!” A voice yelled while grabbing him by his shoulders and shaking him awake, finally bringing him out of his… dream? Was that even considered a dream? Because Atsumu was sure as hell that what happened was just plain torture to him.

“Are you okay, Atsumu-kun? You were having a nightmare,” turning to the girl who kept her hold on him, he finds Yui, who was looking back at him as if he lost the screws in his head. He starts to believe that he, in fact, did after all that weirdness. After all, who in the world would randomly just fall asleep in the middle of an empty gym then proceed to have a nightmare while on it. Surely, there would be no one except for him. How in the world did it happen anyway? As far as he could remember, he was just practicing his serves and tosses a while ago.

“Yui, why are you still here? It’s getting late,” he asks the girl whose eyes just lit up, for some reason, at his question before lifting her hand up and showing… what? She continued to smile though and waved the same hand right in front of Atsumu’s face, much to his slight annoyance. He wasn’t really in the best mood to play guessing games right now, so he only sighs exasperatedly, “Just get to the point, Yui-chan. I’m feeling the exhaustion now.”

“I told you before that I could see my thread, right? Well, it turned black! Me and my soulmate met up a while ago and turns out, he was a Moira, so we performed the mini ritual, which is so weird by the way, before cutting it. He said one of us has to ‘affirm’ their desire to cut the thread, so I did! As far as I know, based on my previous researches about soulmates, it doesn’t really matter because the ‘gods’ know the deepest desires of our hearts but you know, I don’t really care because I’m free!” She exclaimed, squealing afterwards, and flinging her arms around Atsumu’s neck to give him a hug. But the boy stayed still and gaped because how can someone afford to be happy at this situation? His arms remained motionless at his sides, confusing him; wasn’t he just itching to have this weeks ago? In fact, he was just dreaming about it about three days ago. So why? Why couldn’t he bring himself to hug her back?

“Your soulmate cut it. How can you be happy, Yui-chan….?” Before he knew it, his mouth spoke for him faster than his brain could process. He removed himself from the girl’s embrace, watching as confusion begin to form on her face; though it only took her milliseconds before an odd smile showed up on her face once more.

“Because that means I could finally date you without feeling guilty for my soulmate, silly!”

Atsumu felt like a hundred years had passed in just a single night and yet again, he sighed. If anyone sees him right now, they will probably laugh at his rather pathetic-looking state. Never in his life has he felt this exhausted, not even when Kita Shinsuke would force him to do an unreasonable number of receives and then make him clean the whole gym with the said captain; no, not even that could beat this fatigue and strangely, it makes him miss the captain.

Maybe he should’ve just gone home before 7PM, like Osamu said. He then shudders as he remembers that he still has to face his twin’s wrath.

“Can’t I just go back to being a toddler… like the brats that have no problem in the world?” He whines to himself quietly, relief spreading throughout his whole body as he sees your shared apartment; can already smell the meal Osamu cooked for you four; can visualize the disgusted look your brother will give him once he enters the house, all sweaty and gross-looking. Though, he thinks it’s odd that upon looking at the window of your room and Kiyoomi’s, he finds that they weren’t lit up unlike the usual. Maybe they’re already asleep, he shrugs given that you both love getting your beauty rest as much as you can. Twins, you are.

As careful as possible, he opens the front door, wincing when it makes a sound that would possibly wake up the very sensitive ears of Sakusa Kiyoomi from his room downstairs.

“Don’t bother trying to be quiet, Atsumu. You’re not going to wake anyone up in this house,” The voice of Osamu startles him. Fastly recovering from the mini-scare, he turns to his twin to glare while clutching his chest in hopes to calm his heart down, only to stop when he finds his brother glowering at him with a much worse scowl on his face.

“Samu, I’m sorry. I just got caught up with som–”

“You know, Tsumu, it’s kind of ironic, don’t you think? You always come around when it’s already too late,” Osamu speaks, trying to find the right words to say, “YN and Kiyoomi… they left and went back to their parents’ home. They will be staying there until YN and her mom leaves for abroad which would be in less than a month, right after this semester ends.”

Miya Atsumu was self-centered, conceited, prideful, juvenile, and so many more that it would take Kiyoomi more than a day to list all the things he detested from the boy. He didn’t care if you gave up and break off your friendship with him… at least that’s what he believed. But like Sakusa Kiyoomi, he was also human – and at that moment, as his brother stares at him and waits for a reply, he only stays still. Why is it that instead of the volleyball he was holding at the gym moments ago, it’s his heart that’s about to burst?

⤷ notes. we didn't have internet connection for a whole day and phew.. this was the result of me being bored out of my wits, i guess? and i apologize in advance for the pain that i keep on giving and WILL keep on giving :>

[gamergirl929]

Dirty Dreams (Kelley O’Hara x Reader)

As to be expected, reader is a bit embarrassed waking up in the middle of the night to her roommate’s moans, but what happens when that roommate, Kelley O’Hara starts moaning her name?

Implied Smut

“Fuck, right there...” You hear a groan from the other bed and your eyes flutter open, brow furrowing.  

You sit up, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes to clear your vision, meanwhile another groan sounds from the bed beside yours.  

“Please...”  

You turn, eyes wide when you see, Kelley, alone in her bed, fast asleep, tossing back in forth in bed as her hips roll.  

“Fuck...” She sighs and your eyes double in size, cheeks heating up, flushing a deep shade of red.  

Another moan passes her lips and you shudder, chastising yourself for reacting the way you are.  

“Fuck Y/N, I’m close.” She sighs and you nearly die right on the spot, your heart seizing in your chest.  

You lay back down, pulling the covers over you as you roll on your side, facing away from the woman, feeling the moment was far too intimate to see without having some sort of permission, your eyes slamming shut when the woman lets out a sudden cry.  

It’s with a sudden gasp, Kelley sits up, eyes wide as they dart around the room before settling on you, her cheeks blood red.  

“Y/N?” She whispers uncertainty and you don’t answer, feigning sleep.  

Suddenly, the bed beside you shifts and you slam your eyes shut, the woman tiptoeing to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her.  

You finally release the breath you’d been holding and roll over to look up at the ceiling.  

How in the hell were you supposed to sleep now?

                                                           ***

You second you awoke you made a beeline for the shower before making yourself scarce, even before Kelley had woken up. You knew the defender would be confused, but how were you supposed to face her after what happened last night?  

You made your way down to breakfast, incredibly early, so early even Carli wasn’t down there, but you could care less, you were too busy thinking about what happened last night... You literally heard what it sounds like when Kelley-

“You alright? Your face is really red.” Someone pokes your cheek and you jump, glancing up seeing Christen and Tobin, the two eyeing you curiously.  

You clear your throat, glancing away.  

“Y-Ye-Yeah, I-I'm fine.” You mumble, taking a swig of the orange juice you’d grabbed, Christen and Tobin sharing a glance as you chug the entire glass.  

“Yeahhhh, sureee...” Tobin’s brows arch and you shake your head.  

“I am, just tired.” You shrug jumping to your feet and basically running away to get more juice, but in all honesty, it was to get away from the two women who were still staring at you in question.  

“Yeah, that was totally normal.” Christen snorts her and Tobin sharing a glance.  

The woman shakes her head with a shrug.  

“Guess she doesn’t want to talk about it.”

Christen shrugs.  

“Maybe Kelley could get it out of her?”  

                                                           ***

Kelley couldn’t get it out of you, considering she was the very reason you were in this state to begin with, how exactly could you tell the woman you’d been awake last night, hearing everything that had happened including the woman moaning your name.  

You let out a shudder from your place on the bench and Sonnett leans towards you, poking your head.  

“You alright dude?” She asks and you nod wordlessly.  

Lindsey scoffs.  

“Yeah, looks like it.”

Vlatko walks towards you, clapping a hand on your shoulder.  

“Start warming up.” He smiles and you let out a breath you hadn't even realized you’d be holding as you jump to your feet.  

“Thank fuck.” You mumble to yourself before you start stretching, thankful to get off the bench and let off some steam on the field.  

                                                           ***

Letting off steam on the field had been a great idea, at least in your head, but what you didn’t realize at the moment was you had to interact with the woman you’d been doing your best to avoid, the woman whose moans and gasps sent a shudder down your spine.  

You let out a shudder when those brown orbs lock with your Y/E/C ones, just then, the ball ends up at your feet.  

You growl, much to the surprise of the Thailand player in front of you whose eyes widen, giving you the perfect opportunity to fire on goal.  

The shot is as fast and as deadly as a cannon ball, the Thailand goalie powerless to stop it before it slams into the back of the net.  

Your teammates run towards you to celebrate, the first one to get to you, of course, being the woman you were desperately trying to avoid.  

Kelley jumps up into your arms, her legs wrapping around your middle, arms slipping around your neck as she kisses the top of your head.  

“That was awesome!” She gives you a squeeze before slipping out of your hold, the woman’s grin massive as her eyes lock with yours.  

You return the smile, though you can’t help but bite your lip, remembering the obscene sounds that passed through Kelley’s open mouth.  

Your other teammates surround you cutting contact with the defender off and you’re gland, though you completely miss the small frown that tugs the corner of the defender’s mouth downwards.  

                                                           ***

“What’s going on with you and Y/N?” Alex asks and the defender shrugs as she plops down into the seat beside Alex considering you’d decided you were going to sit with Sonnett.  

“I don’t know.” She shrugs sadly, brown orbs darting to you, finding your Y/E/C orbs already on her.  

You quickly turn away, cheeks dusted pink and Sonnett scoffs as she looks between the two of you.  

“What the hell is going on between you two?” She asks and you shrug, cheeks flushing a shade darker.  

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You mumble and Lindsey scoffs, she and Sam turning around to eye you intently.  

“That’s shit.” Lindsey snorts and you roll your eyes.  

“Shouldn’t you be wearing your seat belt?” You gripe and Sonnett smacks you in the chest.  

“Stop changing the subject.” She grumbles and you groan.  

“There was no subject, nothing’s going on and that’s final.” You turn away, slamming your air pods in your ears and Sonnett turns to Lindsey, rolling her eyes hard.  

“Yeah, there’s definitely something going on.”  

                                                           ***

Apparently, Kelley had made it her mission to sit with you at dinner and she in fact did just that, diving into the seat right beside you.  

You let out a snort at her enthusiasm, shaking your head as you take a swig of your drink.  

Kelley leans over nudging you playfully and you turn to her, grinning.  

“You’re a dork.”  

Kelley snorts, shrugging.  

“AND!?”  

You throw your head back with a chuckle.  

“Not a thing O’Hara, not a thing.”  

                                                           ***

The second your food made it to the table, what happened last night comes back in stark relief considering the appreciative noises Kelley is making as she eats her dinner.  

Kelley lets out a groan and your leg jumps, knee smacking the table painfully.  

You pout rubbing your knee, blushing when suddenly another hand joins the mix, the hand belonging to the very woman whose noises made you smack it in the first place.  

“Are you alright?” She asks and you blush, clearing your throat.  

“I-I-I'm o-okay...” You stammer, grabbing your drink and knocking the entire thing back.  

Kelley gives you knee a squeeze and you do everything you can do not self-combust.  

Falling in love with your best friend was never in the cards, but like every disgusting rom-com over, you had, and with the events last night, you were about to dig a hole and bury yourself in it.  

Much to your excitement, and dismay, Kelley’s hand stays exactly where it is, her thumb gently running back and forth across your knee.  

Your cheeks are horrifyingly red and you worry that smoke may start pouring out of your ears when Kelley let’s out a groan, taking a healthy bite of the desert that had been placed in front of her.  

“God hates me.” You whisper, snatching Sonnett’s drink and throwing it down.  

“HEY!” You whine and you shrug.  

“I’m dying I needed it.”  

Kelley is in a similar state, blushing at her own actions, but she’d missed you today, and worried if she wasn’t touching you in some way that you may vanish.

                                                           ***

Kelley eventually devours her desert entirely, much to your relief because the appreciative moans she’d been making finally cease, causing you to relax slightly, but not entirely because Kelley’s hand is no longer on your knee, but on your thigh.  

When it’s time you basically jump to your feet, Kelley’s hand sliding off your leg.  

“Thank fuck.” You mumble, everyone watching as you basically sprint outside.  

“Oh yeah, that’s not suspicious at all.” Sonnett mumbles, she and Lindsey running after you.  

“Get back here Y/N!” The blonde’s shout, sprinting out of the restaurant, leaving their teammates behind.  

“What in the hell was that?” Megan asks and everyone shrugs, Kelley frowning.  

“What did I do wrong...?” She whispers under her breath, shuffling sadly out of the restaurant behind the others.  

                                                           ***

Kelley had remained quiet the entire walk back to the hotel, not even dancing as she usually did, instead just remaining silent as she followed the team.  

The same can be said for when you get into the hotel, everyone going their separate ways, thus, leaving you and Kelley alone, the woman’s head down as you unlock your hotel room’s door.  

She doesn’t say a word, silently grabbing her things and moving into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind her.  

You stop at the bathroom door, frowning when you hear a soft sniffle from the other side.  

You had to tell her what had happened last night, you had to tell her, but didn’t know how.  

                                                           ***

Kelley finally leaves the bathroom, moving past your bed but before she can get far you blurt out what had been on your mind all day.  

“I WAS AWAKE LAST NIGHT.” You practically scream and Kelley freezes, back to you as her brown orbs go wide.  

Kelley stays entirely still, hoping against hope that she’d heard you wrong, but deep down she knows she didn’t.  

“I heard everything.” You blush as you cover your face, the tips of your ears blood red.  

Kelley finally finds the courage to turn towards you, but of course, you don’t notice considering you’re trying to smother yourself with your own hands.  

“I-I m-mean I was h-having ah... A dream about...” She starts and you shake your head.  

“Oh, trust me, I know what you were dreaming about, by the...” You close your eyes, clearing your throat. “Noises you were making.” You shiver.  

Kelley’s brow arches and she smirks.  

“Seems like you liked what you heard.”  

You grab your pillow and throw it at her, rolling over and hiding your face.  

“Quiet.”  

Kelley moves towards the bed, her own cheeks blood red.  

“You did, didn’t you?” She teases and you groan.  

“Kelley shut up.” You growl and the defender snickers, surprisingly you by poking you in the back.  

“Tell me you li-

Kelley gasps when you suddenly jump up, wrapping your arms around her waist and pinning her against the opposite wall, your nose inches away from hers.  

“Yeah. I liked it and I want to hear it again.”  

Kelley’s brown orbs darken right before your very eyes and you shudder.  

“I liked it so much that every time I looked at you I’d think about those sounds and about how much I wanted to hear them again.”  

You duck your head, kissing her neck and Kelley sighs.  

“Something tells me...” You whisper leaning towards her ear, your lips brushing her earlobe. “You want me to be the one to make you make those sounds, don’t you Kel?” You ask, biting her earlobe and Kelley shivers in your hold.  

“Ye-Yes.”  

“I can’t hear you.” You purr and Kelley shudders.

“Yes!” She squeaks when you bite her neck.  

“Last night I wanted nothing more than to be the one making you make those noises.” You whisper, inhaling sharply when Kelley starts unbuttoning your shirt.

The second she can she shoves it off of you, greedily eyeing the newly exposed flesh.  

“Slow down O’Hara.” You tease as you pin her back against the wall and she lets out a pitiful whine.  

You slow down, taking a deep breath.  

“Listen...” You swallow hard, glancing away, that is until Kelley gently cups your cheek and turns your head until your eyes lock.  

“I want you... But...” You start and Kelley’s brows furrow.  

“I want more than this.” You whisper, swallowing hard.  

“I r-r-r-eally, r-r-really like you...” You stammer nervously, closing your eyes so you don’t have to look into Kelley’s dark brown orbs you’d find yourself getting lost in so many times before.  

You completely miss the way Kelley’s brown orbs sparkle with unshed tears, the woman’s bottom lip quivering when she realizes that you too feel the same for her as she does for you.  

“Y/N?” She whispers and you turn towards her, eyes wide when you see her eyes glistening with tears.  

“No... No, don’t cry!” You hold your shaking hands up and Kelley smiles.  

“I’m so sorry-  

“Y/N.” Kelley says, but you only shake your head.  

“Please don’t cry I-

Kelley rolls her eyes, throwing her arms around your neck and pressing her lips against yours.  

Every ounce of air leaves your body and you worry that this may be what it feels like to die, but if you were to die kissing Kelley O’Hara?  

That would be a hell of a way to die.  

Kelley’s lips press softly against yours, a complete contrast to what the two of you were about to do.  

The kiss is passionate, everything you could want in a first kiss, your lips slotting together as if they were made for each other.  

Kelley’s fingers tangle in your hair and you sigh into the kiss, the defender smiling as the two of you part.  

“I want more too...” She whispers and you grin, tears welling up in your own eyes before sliding down your cheeks.  

You surge in again, pressing your lips softly against hers, the kiss void of lust, instead filled with passion, and love.  

You eventually part, your forehead resting against hers.  

Kelley smiles.  

“So... Are we gonna do this?” She asks uncertainly and you grin.  

“If you want to, I know I do.” You whisper, tilting your head back and kissing the tip of her nose.  

Kelley grins, pulling you in for another short and sweet kiss.  

You pull back with a grin, gently placing Kelley back down on the bed before climbing in beside her, your arms wrapping tightly around her.  

“And I thought I was going to get laid.” She mumbles and you smack her in the stomach, the woman grunting.  

“Shut up or you’re never getting laid. Asshole.” You snark and Kelley smirks.  

“Hey, I can get off just fine without you, I mean I did last night.” She teases and your cheeks flush as you pull her closer.  

“Shut up O’Hara before I smother you.”  

“I mean, I could get into that.” She snickers and you roll your eyes, tugging her closer, the woman burying her nose in your neck with a grin.  

“If I wake up to you humping me I’m gonna be super pissed.” Kelley scoffs.  

“Yeah, like you wouldn’t like it.”  

[myhockeyworld87]

Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 13

Word Count: 3,374

POV: Reader

Warning: Language, NSFW, Small smut

Notes: You guys voted so here we go with the next part of this little romance. Let me know what you think. Happy Reading as always!

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You were caught between that dreamlike state and that place where you're half awake, as memories of the previous night flooded your brain. The heat of his stare as he entered your body was ingrained into you, and you wanted nothing more than to not only see that, but to feel that again. As you came more alive, you felt his chest molded to your bare back, and his leg draped over yours; as his morning wood pressed into your ass. Your right hands were still entwined as his arm lay gently across your midsection and you could feel his soft breath against the nape of your neck. You couldn't help the smile that graced your lips, as you realized nothing was more perfect than this moment right now.

 Thoughts of Sidney waking and the two of going for a second round started to fill your head when you felt him stir. His grip tightened and he pulled you a fraction closer to his body so that no space separated the two of you. "Mmm, morning baby." Sid peppered your shoulder blade and your neck with kisses, and you relished in the feel of his warm mouth on your skin.

 "Good morning," you replied while twisting so that you could stare into his beautiful eyes. His smile matched yours, but it wasn't long before his mouth was hot and hungry on yours, and it wasn't long before his hands were roaming up and down your body. You moved restlessly against him, your legs tangling with his as your mouths were fused together. His hand cupped your ass, pressing your body to his and you moaned with need. It wasn't long until you felt his calloused fingers working its way between the two of you, before slipping amidst your folds.

 Sid broke your kissed, with a voice that held so much awe in it, whispering. "You're so wet already." A blush broke out, not only on your cheeks but over your entire body, and you hid your face into the crook of his neck. "Don't hide (Y/N). It's so fucking sexy." He tilted your head up to look into his eyes. "You don't know what you're doing to me right now."

 "I have an idea." You accentuated your words by skating your hand down his chest and abdomen until you could feel the length of him in your palm. Stroking him a couple times, you decided to give in to the temptation that he wouldn't allow last night and kissed your way down to his cock. You looked up at him from beneath your lashes, hoping to look somewhat seductive as you bit your lip before running the pad of your thumb over the head of his member. He hissed in a breath and you took that as a signal to continue, licking a stripe up the underside, before wrapping your lips around the head. His fingers raked through your hair neither coaxing nor deterring you, just letting you have your way with him. You slid more of him in your mouth, humming as you went; knowing the vibrations would add to the sensations he was feeling.

 "Damn, baby," and you felt his hips jerk forward a bit, as his breath hitched trying to get himself under control. You used your hand to pump what length you couldn't fit in your mouth; working your lips up and down, sucking him in and out. His moans encouraging you as you did.

 "SIDNEY!" Was it your imagination or did he yell out his own name? "Sid, we're here?" Sid pushed you off of him, though as gently as he could as his brain was only working where your lips were attached.

 "Fuck!" He whispered yelled and it hit you then that someone was in his house. You looked up at him with questioning eyes. "I forgot my family was coming today." His words fully registered in your brain and you literally jumped out of the bed, scouring the floor looking for your clothes. "Be right down." He yelled to his parents.

 "Oh my god," you shouted as loudly as possible without being heard by the occupants downstairs. "How could you forget they were coming?" You asked throwing the shirt on you'd borrowed from Sid last night.

 He grabbed his sweatpants and threw them on. "Easy, I was concentrating on you." It was cute and quirky and if you would've had time, you would've kissed him. As it was you were crawling on your hands and knees looking for the rest of your things. "Babe, what are you looking for?"

 "My panties, where did you throw them?" He turned to the left and then turned back to the right, and there they were under the chair by the window. He dangled them by his finger, that damn smirk on his face. You leaped up and snatched the garment out of his hands, as he chuckled at your distress. "Is there a way I can scoot out of here before they see me?"

 "Wait, what?" You were already in the ensuite, scooping up your damp clothing and shoving them in your bag. Shit, your shoes were downstairs. It didn't matter, you'd get them another time. By the time Sid came into the bathroom, you had all your things gathered and were ready to go.

 He grabbed your waist and halted your progress. "Sid, we don't have time. I need to get out of here before your parents know." His frown had you stopping in your tracks.

 "Why?" It was a simple question and yet there wasn't a simple answer.

 "I…" you blew out a breath and tried again. "I…I really want your parents to like me; well…and your sister too."

 "They already do." He insisted.

 "No, they like (Y/N) the girl that takes care of the team, not the woman that you're dating." His soft laughter both annoyed and endeared you.

 "(Y/N), they like both. Trust me." You dropped your forehead to his chest, in resignation, realizing there was no way you were going to get out of his house without at least talking to his family for a bit. "Now put on some sweatpants and let's go down." You glanced in the mirror, noting your messy locks from Sid's fingers threading through them moments ago. There was nothing you could do but throw it in a messy bun atop your head. You dropped your bag, leaving it in the bathroom before putting on the aforementioned sweats. As you walked out of the bathroom, Sid extended his hand for you to take. There was comfort and support in the simple gesture, and you took a deep breath before heading downstairs. They were all in the kitchen, standing around the island, speaking in hushed tones, which ceased the moment the two of you entered. "Hi glad to see you guys made." He said by way of greeting, keeping your hand in his. "Yeah, so I totally forgot you guys were coming today." He said with a small laugh. "You guys remember (Y/N), right?"

 "Of course," Trina said sweeping forward and enveloping you in her arms. "It's so good to see you." You were taken back by the warm welcome and had to release Sid's hands so that you could hug her back. Once she let you go, she hugged her son. "So big party the last couple nights, eh?"

 "Yeah, it's been pretty crazy. I even threw this one here in the pool last night."

 "Sidney, that's not very gentlemen like." His mother chided him.

 "I wasn't the only thing that got thrown in." All eyes turned on you, as you realized you'd actually spoke the words aloud. They were all waiting for you to respond. "Somehow the Stanley Cup got knocked in as well."

 "Yeah," Sid jumped into the story with you. "She thought she could save it, but took us both under in the process."

 "Hey, that's on you. I was trying to save a priceless trophy. The least you could've done was keep us above water." His family was laughing at the two of you as you recounted the story and you hadn't even realized that Sid has his arms wrapped around your midsection as the two of you went on and on about the previous night. Obviously leaving out the details of what happened when you got home.

 "God Sid, don't you have any food in this place?" Taylor ribbed him. "I'm starving."

 "Well, it's not like I've had time to go to the grocery store. I've been a little busy winning a championship here." He teased back.

 "Oh, why don't we all go out for breakfast before the game?" Troy suggested.

 "That sounds like a great idea dad. We can head down to that place on main that you guys like."

 "Then maybe you can grab some real food, for later," Taylor added but sidestepped the swat her brother made at her.

 "Let me just grab your bags and take them upstairs, while I get my wallet." Sid made a move to head out the door, behind his family, when you grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

 "Hey, I'm gonna head out, ok?"

 "What? No, we're all going to breakfast, including you." His hands moved up and down your arms in a comforting way, yet you still felt awkward at that moment.

 "Sid, look at me." You motioned to your messy hair and his oversized clothing you were wearing. "I can't go to some restaurant with your family like this."

 "Babe, you could literally wear a sack and look gorgeous, but if you're uncomfortable go throw on your dress from last night." He always made everything seem so easy like all you did was snap your fingers and poof you'd look like someone that was worthy to be on his arm.

 "I think it's still a bit damp and probably wrinkled from me throwing it in the bag."

 "All right, just stay here a sec will you." He scooted out and brought in the couple bags his parents had, announcing as he came in. "So change of plans, I'm gonna call down to the restaurant and have things brought here." Oh my god, you want to die of mortification right then and there. He was really going to tell his parents that you didn't have anything decent to wear out with them. Why he couldn't just let you head home was beyond you. "The menu's in the left-hand drawer over there, everyone, pick out what they want and I'll order it in a minute." You took note of how he emphasized the word, everyone.

 "Why don't we just go there?" And here there was the question that you would die a thousand times over as soon as Sid answered his sister.

 "Well, it's going to be crowded as hell, and I doubt I'd get to eat anything with everyone coming up to congratulate us and stuff. It'd be a lot easier on me if we just ate here." Damn, did Sid just save your ass with his family? He really was turning out to be the perfect boyfriend in every way, and if his parents were standing there you would've shown him just how much you appreciated what he'd done.

 He started to leave, shuffling all three bags, somehow in his arms. "Here let me help you." You told him, and he handed over the lightest one to you. You followed him up the stairs and into one of the guest rooms. "Thank you for that." You breathed out, going up on your toes to deliver a sweet kiss to his lips.

 "For what?"

 "You know what," and he just smirked at you.

 "You can really thank me later when we pick up where we left off earlier."

 Your eyes got big, and a shot of lust ran through your body, only you found yourself saying. "It's going to have to be much later." Sid just quirked a brow at you. "I'm not staying here tonight with your parents."

 "Why?" Why? Seriously, he was asking you that.

 "You know why. They're your parents." You spoke the words through gritted teeth.

 "And this is my house." He stated so matter of fact. "(Y/N), I'm almost thirty years old. If I want my girlfriend to stay over, they're not going to say anything."

 "Of course, they're not, but they will be judging me."

 "Do you know how long my mom has been on my case for me to ask you out?" It was easy to shake your head no because honestly, you couldn't see that happening. "Since, after your first conversation with her." He stopped you before you could respond. "I got off the trapped elevator and she called shortly after that. When I asked her about your phone call; she went on and on about you. Even asking me if I knew if you had a boyfriend." He grabbed your waist and pulled you close so that there wasn't any distance between your bodies. "Thank god you didn't." Sid dropped a kiss to the tip of your nose. "What I'm trying to say, is they already love you. Whether or not you stay here isn't going to change their opinion of you. Plus, you make me really happy, and I know that earns you huge points with them."

 "Mmm, you're not the only one that's happy." You captured his lips but didn't linger too long, as you knew his family was downstairs, and despite his words, you still wanted to make a good impression. "Come on, let's go order breakfast."

 As you went to leave, he pulled you back. "That's not an answer about tonight."

 "No, it's a, we'll see how the day goes." It was your turn to tug on his arm and lead him out of the guest room.

 "Then I guess I have all day to convince you." The morning flew by, as conversation flowed so easily between Sid's family and yourself. They all told cute little stories about a young Sidney Crosby and not just about his obsession with hockey. It was a glimpse into his life that not many people got to see and you soaked in every detail. Sid finally let you head back to your place to shower and change, on the condition that you pack a bag to stay overnight. By the time you got back to his house, it was time to turn around and leave for the baseball game.

 The Pirates gave a nice tour of the facility to the players and their families, and it was nice to see all the athletes interacting. A few significant others had opted out of the game, still recovering from the night before. Vero and Catherine were there, but you spent most of your time with Sid's family. Everyone headed to the private box, while the players presented the trophy and Sid threw out the first pitch. The crowd erupted with chants of 'Let's Go Pens' as the announcer introduced the team and their championship win. It gave you goosebumps to hear all the cheers, and you'd be lying if you didn't tear up a bit at all the pride the city of Pittsburgh had in their team. It wasn't long before Sid started the game with a throw that could have him playing pitcher in the major league, instead of a center for the NHL.

 He made his way up to the box, along with the rest of the players, shortly afterward. You were sitting with his family, in the middle of a conversation, when he slid in beside you pecking you on the cheek. As soon as there was a break, he asked, "so how'd I do?"

 "Meh," you answered shrugging your shoulder. "If it was me, I would've thrown the curveball, but the fastball worked just as well." The chirp hit the mark, and had him tickling you under your ribcage; your laughter and his ringing throughout the box.

 "Curveball, huh? I'll give you a curveball." He dropped a sweet kiss to your lips, definitely throwing you off, but you welcomed it all the same.

 "Eeek, you two are just so cute together," Taylor told you, and a blush stole up to your cheeks as you mumbled thanks.

 It wasn't long before Trina chimed in. "Taylor's right. I've never seen you this happy." His family's approval meant everything to you, for you knew how important they were to him. "So, when are you heading back to the lake house?" The mention of Cole Harbour took you off guard.

 "As soon as all the festivities die down, I'll be headed up there." Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that Sid would head to his hometown eventually; you just didn't think that it would be so soon.

 "Well, I know it's selfish but it will be nice to spend some time with you before you head off to Europe." Europe? Sid was going overseas. Why didn't you know this? And why did you get this pit in your stomach when you heard the news?

 "If you'll excuse me a minute." You said to no one in particular. "I'm gonna go grab another drink." Taking your half-empty glass from the table in front of you, you headed over to the bar. You needed a minute to think. Thoughts started swirling in your head, you'd been in this little newfound bubble of…well, you didn't know what. It wasn't quite love yet, but it was way more than a feeling of like, and now all of a sudden it felt like that bubble was bursting. Of course, Sid would want to go home and spend time with his family, that only made sense, given that he only saw them sporadically throughout the year, and who deserved more of a vacation then him. Hell, he'd put so much time and effort into the season; he needed a little time to himself. The thing was, you'd been so caught up with getting to know Sidney Crosby the person, you'd forgotten that you'd just agreed to date Sidney Crosby the professional athlete. The one that would be gone for well over the next three months.

 What were you thinking when you'd agreed to keep moving things forward? The logical part of your brain told you that you weren't; you'd been thinking with your heart instead. It seemed like everything had just fallen into place so perfectly, that it had nowhere else to go but up. Too bad you didn't remember the law of gravity and that what goes up must eventually come back down. You needed to get out here, to just breathe for a minute. Pushing open the door, you stepped out into the hallway and headed over to the side railing, gulping in the fresh summer air.

 A few deep breathes in, you started to rationalize with yourself. It was three months, that really wasn't a long time, however, when you were just starting a relationship it seemed like a lifetime. Looking back, you realized it was the fact that you'd grown so used to seeing him every single day over the last eighteen weeks, that you weren't sure you were ready to handle not seeing him at all. Sure you could visit for a long weekend and stuff; it just wouldn't be the same. There were just so many maybes to the scenario. On one hand, maybe things would work out fine, but on the other, maybe you shouldn't be starting a relationship with someone that was going to be gone for that long of a time span. Maybe he'd find someone else while he was galivanting off in Europe, someone that more sophisticated and worldly. Maybe the two of you were just moving too fast. The one that scared you the most was maybe you weren't cut out to be the girlfriend of Sidney Crosby. You chewed the bottom of your lip as you let that thought settle into your brain. It wasn't something you wanted to dwell on, but once it had gnawed its way in, it was eating away at you. So much so that you started to believe it was true.  

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Chicago.

Chicago – Mckenna Breinholt

Word Count: 1927

You moved out of Chicago about a year ago with your boyfriend. The both of you agreed that it would be better if you did, that it would help your relationship grow and each other as individuals.

It was just a new city. It was supposed to be just that, a new city. But it wasn’t, it didn’t feel like that. It felt like a different world.

One you couldn’t adapt too, one you didn’t want to adapt too. It was making you feel like someone you never were before this, before moving.

You started to become unsure of who you were, of who Johnny was, of who you were together.

“I miss you Johnny.” You whispered into his chest as you laid in bed with him and cuddled closer into his body, so much so that you wanted to become one with him.

He softly chuckled and ran his fingers through your hair, “I’m right here baby.” He said as a matter of fact.

By the tone of his voice, you could tell that he didn’t know what you meant. That he didn’t really know that there was something wrong, with you, with your relationship.

You thought about going into more detail about what was going on but you decided not to. Right now wasn’t the time and you didn’t have it in you to go further into the issue.

“I know, I don’t know why I said that. Have a good night baby.” You answered and closed your eyes, pretending to go to sleep right away. Eventually you did.  

You were never like this.

Johnny didn’t say anything back and just held you a little tighter, keeping you warm while you slept. He was going to follow you into slumber too but something about what you said was keeping him awake.

“Why would she miss me right now? That doesn’t make sense, it’s not like she forget that I was right here. She’s literally clinging to me like a kola.” He thought to himself.

He did his best to brush the thought away, convincing himself that there wasn’t more to it. That it was just a simple mistake on your part.

But deep down, he felt like he knew what you meant and that wasn’t something he was ready to admit to himself and definitely not to you.

The next day the both of you sat at the dinner table quietly, with nothing but the silverware hitting the plates making noise. It wasn’t an awkward silence, well at least now it wasn’t anymore. You’ve been eating like this for a long while now that it felt normal.

You held a five minute conversation at the start and it was always the same. It was always the same question, “How was your day?” And that was followed with the same answer, “It was good, nothing too crazy happened today. Which I am thankful for.”

And that was followed with a small head nod of acknowledgment.

Before, you’d stayed in the kitchen together and help each other out. One washed and the other dried and together you’d put them away. Someone would make coffee and the other would get the biscuits ready for a night in the living room till bed time.

But now, you take turns into doing all the work alone while the other waits in the living room. You tried to stay and help but the awkwardness was too much to bear, so you stopped trying.

You were never like this.

It was another night of you cleaning the kitchen alone. You always made two coffees and prepared enough cookies for the both of you. But tonight you did everything for only one person.

You left the kitchen with the things in hand and walked into the living room where Johnny was focused on whatever he had chosen to watch. You put his coffee and cookies down on the table and simply walked away.

As you walked back to your room, you hoped that he would turn around and ask you why you weren’t joining him. But you reached your door in silence with his laugh filling the cold hallway.

Johnny went to the kitchen to find you, wondering why it was taking you so long to come back and join him in the living room. Like you always did, every night without fail.

When he didn’t find you there, he turned off the television and went to your shared room. He felt a little relived when he found you there. But something started turning in his stomach when he saw you sitting on his side of the bed, with your hand over his pillow.

Your back was to the door, so you didn’t notice when your boyfriend walked in and watched you. So many emotions were coursing through you that you couldn’t hold them in anymore. One tear fell at a time, your heart was aching.

“We were never like this.” You whispered into the air.

You grabbed his pillow and held it to your body, “Everything changed and I don’t think you even noticed. We were supposed to be different but good different. Not fall apart, not be apart.” You cried into his pillow.

Johnny closed the door quietly to let you know that he was in the room. But he didn’t move away from the door, instead he stayed in place and watched you.

You jumped at the sound of the door and put his pillow back in place. You wiped your tears away and took a deep breathe in before you got up and faced him.

“Johnny.” You breathed out, hoping that he hadn’t been standing there long. But you saw on his face that he had and it hurt.

“Why are you crying?” He carefully asked, taking small steps closer to you.

You tired your best to smile and nodded your head no, “I’m not. Everything is okay, I’m okay. I wasn’t crying, I promise.” You lie through your smile.

The closer he got, the more the tears that gathered on your waterline. The air got trapped in your lungs when he was standing face to face with you. He reached for you and grabbed you by the arms.

“Everything is fine.” You insisted. But the tears were beginning to burn your eyes and you wanted to hold them in, you had too.

Johnny pulled you into him and held you tight against his body. He felt the way you shuddered in his embrace before you started to cry. He felt every breath and every shake your body took in your moment of need.

“Tell me what we both know.” You whispered.

“I’m sorry (Y/N).”

Your grip tightened around him at the sound of your name. He’s never called you by your name, it was always some kind of pet name but never your name. You hated the sound of your name coming from his mouth.  

“We haven’t been the same since we left Chicago. We changed.” He held onto you tighter than ever possible, “I changed.”

“I think that without realizing… I let go. I let us, I let you go. I let all this go.”

He thought maybe if he held you as tight as he could, he could keep you together as one in case you fell apart in his embrace.

But Johnny Suh was wrong.

You heard the crack of your heart in your ears and felt every bit of your soul escape through the ruins that remind at the bottom of your chest.

A month later.

You made the hardest decision of your life. You were going back home, to continue your life there. Alone.

Johnny decided that it was best for him to stay here, this is where he felt home was now. And even though it hurt, you always wanted what was best for him. Even if that meant that you were going to be miles away from each other and no longer together.

Tonight would be the last time you were together.

You became different lovers.

“Johnny.” You moaned into his skin as he pushed deeper inside you.

Your hands were tangled in his air, pulling him closer to your face. Your lips met and your teeth knocked together at the sheer force you pulled him in. His tongue fell into your mouth, savoring every bit of you he could. The grip on your thighs tightened with every deep stroke he gave you.

If this moment was going to be the last one you shared together, you wanted, you needed it to last for as long as it could.

“Right there, don’t stop.” You cried into mouth, letting your head fall back.

Your exposed neck became victim to his mouth. He bit and sucked onto your skin, wanting to hear you more. Wanting to mark you as his for as long as he could.

Johnny wrapped one hand around your throat and cut off your circulation just a tad. He spread your legs further apart and moved his hand down to your clit. He ran his thumb over your nerves as he pushed deeper and harder inside you.

One of your hands was placed over the one he had on your neck and the other was resting on his abdomen, nails digging into his skin. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you could not for the life of you, stop your body from shaking anymore.

Your walls wrapped around him, pulling him as deep as he could go, you felt the immensive amount of liquid you released around him.

“Johnny. Johnny. Johnny.” You whined his name like a mantra as you reached your peak.

He groaned, pulling all the way out and slamming back into you, “Cum for me just like that baby. Just like that.” He could feel his own release sneak up on him. “Fuck!”

His hands let go of your body and he could no longer keep himself up. He buried his face in your neck and bite down on your shoulder as he released inside you.

So beautiful, you thought as his groans filled your ears as he came down from his high. You ran your hands through his sweaty hair as he calmed down, trying to ease him back into the present moment.

Once the both of you were somewhat good again, Johnny got off you and went to get something to clean you up and then himself. You had no energy in your body, you had nothing felt.

Johnny got back into bed and pulled you into him, you automatically wrapped yourself around him like you always have. You held onto him for dear life and he held onto you the same.

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, with only a letter resting on the pillow with your name on it. It was a letter from Johnny.

“We were never like this and I never wanted us to be. I couldn’t stay and watch you leave. If I did, I know that I would have done everything I could have to make sure you stayed with me. And that leaving wouldn’t have been an option for you.

But I can’t do that to you.

I love you.”

You left your key on the coffee table with a small note next to it.

“You should have stayed. I love you.”

You headed for the door with your luggage in hand. You looked around the apartment once more before you opened the door and walked out.

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Almost A Thousand Years - Witch Hunt | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot:  You’ve known Hisirdoux Casperan for almost a thousand years.  You’ve hated him for almost a thousand years.  And for almost a thousand years, you’ve been cursed to feel each others pain.  But somewhere in that time, things changed.  [Hisirdoux Casperan x Mostly Gender Neutral but Probably Female Presenting Based on How Historical Men Treat Them!Reader]

Word Count:  4,463

Warnings: i swear some more and uh... i can’t really give a warning, it’s spoilers.  you’ll probably like it tho, i promise

A/N:  today’s a/n shout out goes to @furblrwurblr​ for drawing femboy hooters douxie and fucking cursing me

Taglist:  @furblrwurblr​ @rainningdoom​ @fluffydmonkey @blondie0458​ @sitherin-mxschief​ @jinxedleo​ @lawlesshedgehog @einahpetsyarcip​ @dolphincommander​

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“I told you the boy was bad news Master,” past you said with way too much pride in their voice for your liking.

“Oh, would you shut up?”

“So you’re me from the future, then?  Tell me, how do you end up travelling time with the likes of that git?”

“Oi, shut your mouth you little-” Douxie put his hand over your mouth, effectively shutting you up for the time being.

“Calm down (Y/N), please,”

Both you and your past self said “No,” in unison.  It would have been funny in literally any other situation, but alas, this was what fate handed to you.

“All of you, silence!  Have you any idea what you’ve done?  I knew my apprentice was an ignoramus, but travelling through time?  Time!”

You felt a very strong urge to scream, but fortunately, Douxie was doing the talking.

“I think we handled ourselves just fine, all things considered.  And technically, it was your idea,”

“Damn right,”

“Well, then, you must have botched it up!  My planning is flawless!”

“For the record, Master, I had nothing to do with this.  He did, which is me, and… ugh!  Time travel, so confusing!”  past Douxie was awake, and you decided right then if anyone said anything else you were going to knock him, your past self, and Merlin unconscious just for some peace and quiet.

“Aah!  The timelines are in complete disarray!”

Oop, that counted as saying something, “They’re about to be in more disarray,” 

“Seriously, (Y/N), calm down,”

“Don’t you talk to me… us?  Like that!”  past you was a little confused, but they still had the spirit.  It was the wrong kind of spirit, but spirit nonetheless.  You sighed, knowing that Douxie was right.

“No, (Y/N)?  Me?  Whatever.  He’s right, I just need a second,”

Past you froze in absolute shock while Douxie's past self decided to relish in the fact that you were wrong.

Present Douxie didn’t have a lot of patience for this, “Look, both of you, quiet down for a second.  Master, I can fix this, I swear!”

“Ah-ah, your meddling has already wreaked enough havoc on history!”

“Then surely we can use the time map to change things back, and then it’ll all be as it was,”  Archie said as you, your Douxie and the familiar surrounded Merlin, your focus on the time map in your former master's hands.

“It doesn’t work that way.  The map only offers glimpses of possible futures!  There are no detailed instructions,”

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad,”  Douxie said, reaching towards the device before Merlin slapped his apprentice’s hand away causing both of your hands to sting.

“Ow.  Look, life doesn't come with instructions, and we live through it every day without causing too much damage.  We can manage this!  It’ll be fine,”

“Not that bad, eh?  It’ll be fine, eh!?”  Merlin said before revealing just what the time map had to show you.  

King Arthur was on the ground, dead.  Needless to say, that was not good.

“Oh, fuzzbuckets,”  Both Douxies and your past self said.

“Oopsie,” you grimaced at the consequences of your actions. 

“Your little dungeon break must have changed fate!  Now, unless I stop it, the king will die!”

Merlin stormed out of the room, off, probably, to fix your mistakes.  Beside you, your Douxie groaned, bracing himself against the table.  You put a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

“Seriously, how can you stand to touch him?”

It was your turn to groan.  You didn’t even look at your past self as you responded, “Because he is my friend and I care about him,”

It may have been a risky statement, one that could doom both you and your wizard, but the smile on Douxie’s face was worth it.

“I don’t understand, how can you-”  

Douxie cut off his past self, “You’ll understand when you’re older.  Now, you two stay here, we have to go,”  he grabbed your hand, and you left to find Claire or anything else that would help save the future.  Whichever came first.

It was Claire.  Claire came first.  You could hear the knights cheering from your place in the shadows.  The noise was a decent cover-up for your conversation.

“They’re hunting Jim!  If they catch him, he’ll be killed!”

“I know, and he’s not the only one.  Because of us, Arthur’s now fated to eat the big one, too!”

“Eat the what?  Oh, no, was I supposed to bring food?”

“He’ll be eating a death sandwich, Steve,”

“Ugh, who would eat that?  Gross,”

Douxie groaned, but you couldn’t help but laugh a little.  Times were tough, but that didn’t stop you from admitting that Steve absolutely had a point.

“Look, if Arthur dies, we lose the Battle of Killahead and the war,”

“Which will probably mess up time so much, you’ll never be able to return home,”  Archie said, pawing his way around your hiding space.

“At least, not our home,”  you glared at the ground, as if the dirt was the reason the world was at stake.

“Oh no!  Toby!”

You looked up at the time map just in time to see the War Hammer disappear into a blue mist.  That could not be a good sign.

“What’s happening to him?”

“The future- our future, is vanishing!”

“There’s gotta be a way to fix this,” you said, using the time map, searching through time to find something that would save your home.  Among the red, there was a moment of blue.  You paused as an image of Arthur and Morgana getting along flashed into the sphere.

“What’s that?”  Claire asked before you had the chance to ask the same thing.

“Well, that wasn’t there before.  It’s a new timeline, one where Arthur and Jim live,”

“And Morgana’s the hero?  I thought she was destined to become Mistress Doom,”

“No, you’re thinking Mistress of all Dark Magic.  Mistress of Doom is… something else,”

“What?”  Douxie paused, looking at you with vast amounts of suspicion.  

“You’d be surprised by some of the house calls I’ve made.  Now, keep talking,”

Douxie shook his head, but he was smiling.  Good.  You loved that smile.

“It looks like there’s a possibility if we get Arthur and Morgana to reconcile, then somehow, nobody dies,”

“I don’t think I have to say that that’s the outcome we want!”

You took a moment just to look at Douxie’s face.  In this small moment of victory, which was over too soon, he looked happier than you’d seen him in a while.  Of course, you never saw his face when he looked at you.

“Squire Steve!  We are all thirsty!”  and bam, moment over.  Thanks, Gallahad.

“I’ll keep an eye on Morgana.  Douxie, you work on Arthur.  (Y/N), Steve, make sure they don’t kill my boyfriend,”

“We’re on it.  Don’t die out there, guys,”

“We won’t,” Douxie said, taking one last look at you before he ran off.  You and Steve did the same.

About a minute in, you could feel things going wrong.  Your chest hurt as if you’d crashed to the floor.  It wasn’t awful, so you ignored it and kept moving forward, following Steve and the knights and making a mental note to make sure Douxie was ok when you had time.  A smirk made its way onto your face when said wizard knocked his past self out.  You couldn’t imagine that it was good for him, but if he could still perform magic, he was ok.  

And after that, things were okay.

At least for you.

Douxie was having a difficult time getting Arthur to listen to him.  Magic, as always, turned out to be a useful tool.  The king and his sister began their reconciliation, but something was troubling him.  He saw the way they looked at the illusion of Gweneviere.  They had both loved her.  Arthur even called Gwen “the heart of him,” and they had lost her.  He could see the grief on their faces, how it killed the king and weighed down the sorceress was clear to anyone who looked at them the right way.

This was not the first time Douxie contemplated his fear of losing you.  He’d been afraid of that for a long time, and one could say that he was used to the familiar sense of anxiety that made itself at home within him whenever you were in danger.  But now?  Now he looked at the faces of the royal family and realized that losing you would completely destroy him.  

Douxie was already a selfless person, one who would sacrifice everything he was to save the world, but right then, he decided that he would sacrifice the world to save you.  You were the world to him.  

But he couldn’t focus on that right now.  He had a job to do.

So did you.  And Steve was not making it any easier.

“Kill the beast!”

“Wait, kill?  I thought this was catch and release!”

“Oh, my g- ok, come on, Steve,”

You grabbed the boy by his armour and dragged him along as you followed the group, stopping dead when you reached the troll that the guards spoke of.

Arthur’s men had slung chains around the creature, restricting its movement to next to nothing.  You were not okay with this.

“Squire Steve, will you do the honours?”  Lancelot asked, tossing his sword to the boy.  

The boy whimpered, very obviously uncomfortable with this.  He turned to you, eyes desperately searching for instructions on what to do in this situation.  You shook your head, trying to get across that needless murder should probably be avoided.

Whether or not Steve got the message, you would never know.  The troll jumped at the teen.  You jumped in front of him, creating a shield with your magic, and Arthur jumped in front of you, swinging a sword at the troll and putting himself in some pretty needless danger.  You couldn’t talk on that subject though.  When it came to needless danger, you were freaking royalty.

“Careful, young squire, witch,” he spat out your title like it was a curse, “Show these beasts no sympathy,”

He kicked the troll into the sunlight, turning it to stone instantly.  You looked on with disappointment as the guards cheered.

Behind you, Steve whimpered again.  You turned, hoping to provide some comfort, or calm the kid down at least, when you froze, your blood running cold.  Behind Steve stood Bular, aka the Troll who kept trying to kill you.

“Shit,”

The Gumm-Gumm prince knocked Steve aside, advancing and attacking the guards.  He hadn't noticed you yet, and you intended to keep it that way, staying out of the troll's field of view, and going after Steve instead.  You helped the boy up and off the ground.  He wasn't injured, but you realized that the king was about to be.  

Before you could do anything, Douxie and Merlin had things under control, saving Arthur and taking out the troll prince.  You breathed a sigh of relief.  If things went well, Bular wouldn’t see you.  Very few things ever went well, but you had your fingers crossed.

And it worked!  For once, things went your way.  Arthur knocked the Gumm-Gumm out with a kick to the face.  Sure, he said some very menacing and antagonistic things right after, but you had no thoughts in your head other than, “Well, that was convenient,”

You watched the guards take Bular away, taking note of Morgana questioning who the real monster was.  If Bular hadn’t tried to kill you and your friends and hadn’t successfully gotten you tortured a couple decades ago, you might have agreed with that.  Unfortunately, he had.

You hadn’t realized that you’d lost yourself in memories until Douxie said your name.

“-(Y/N), are you alright, love?”

“I-” you watched them take the troll out of sight, “I will be,”

Your wizard took one of your hands, squeezing it, “I’m right here if you need me,”

“I know,”

It was silent for a moment.  Then you heard the knights calling Steve.

“I should go,”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,”

“But I should.  Someone needs to make sure that kid doesn’t run into any more high ranking Gumm-Gumms,”

Douxie seemed hesitant, but he respected your choice, “Stay safe,”

“You too,”

From the corner of her eye, Morgana watched you and Douxie.  She wasn’t focused on it, per-say, but she did find it odd.  Were Merlin’s apprentices not constantly at each other’s throats?  She ignored it for now and moved on.

Things went decently for you after that.  The forest was peaceful, the knights were quiet.  Everything was chill until Steve decided to walk through a trap.  You weren’t sure why he didn’t just stop.  Kids these days, honestly.  

You winced as the arrows hit his armour and his skin.  Beside you, Gallahad and Lancelot were absolutely losing their shit.  You had to admit, it was kind of funny, but you were also concerned for your friend.  You put up a shield around him, sheltering the teen from any further arrow-related damage.  Needless to say, the knights were very disappointed.

“Oh, come on, now!  Don’t spoil all the fun,”

“It was fun for the first minute.  Now I’m concerned for his health,”

“Really?  Merlin’s witch apprentice showing concern?  Well then, we’ve found something rarer than the holy grail!”

You took a moment, keeping up your shields as the king and his guards moved through the trap, Lancelot and Gallahad now supporting Steve.

It was weird to see how much you’d changed.  Talking to your past self had been surreal, and a decent reminder of what a little shit you had been, but you hadn’t considered the specifics.  Past you was a scared kid doing what their king told them to.  Under Gunmar, you didn’t have any interests or hobbies outside of getting stronger and staying alive.  Even after you left, you really didn’t start to become who you were now for a few centuries.  You'd been scared that the Gumm-Gumms would come for you at any moment, and that fear wouldn't leave you until at least the fifteen hundreds.  You suddenly felt enormous amounts of guilt weighing on your shoulders.  Guilt about what you’d forced your past self to go through, that you never got a childhood worth having, that you hadn’t been a person for so long that it took centuries to take a real interest in something.  And you felt guilty about how you’d treated other living things.  You knew now that everyone who could be saved deserved saving, but the child you were in the twelfth century didn’t know that.  

But you couldn’t fix the past, even though you were now reliving it.  The only thing you could do was forgive yourself.

And so you did.

Then you ran after the knights to see if Steve was okay.

He was.  Teenagers are surprisingly resilient, that’s how they can do dumb things and not die.  You counted Steve coming out of that trap mostly unscathed as a win.  What wasn’t a win was Lancelot spotting Jim and Callista, looking at what appeared to be Jim’s phone.

You had no idea if that would affect the space-time continuum, but what would affect you personally was your friends getting shot.  And Lancelot was aiming a crossbow at them.  Great.

Beside you, you could hear Steve’s internal panic.  This time he didn’t turn to you, instead, he chose to act, smacking the crossbow out of the knight’s hands.  The arrow still fired, but there was still time.  You put a spell on the arrow, knocking it off course a little more and lessening the impact.  However, there was still an impact.  You could hear as much from the trolls below you.

Lancelot lined up another shot, but Steve knocked the weapon aside again, and you used your magic to push the crossbow out of reach.  It didn’t do much, but it bought your friends some much needed time.  The knight thrust the crossbow at Steve, clearly frustrated.

“What if we just let this one go?”  Steve’s efforts were admirable, you’d give him that much

“You never let them go,”

Lancelot turned away from you to face the king, who was rallying his soldiers.

You put a hand on Steve’s shoulder, “Hey, you did a good thing, kid,”

“Thanks, (Y/N),” Steve’s voice shook slightly, and you felt awful.  If you had time, you probably would have hugged him, told him everything was going to be okay, and maybe adopted him, but right now, you had to find some way to protect Jim.

The knights ran off, leaving you and Steve watching them go.  

Douxie and Merlin came out of the bushes, clearly in pursuit of the king.  They called out to him before running off again.

“C’mon Steve, we have to follow them,”

The boy, who was still shaken, nodded, following behind you as you ran after everyone else.  

Things were not going well.  Morgana and Arthur were fighting, knights were surrounding the area, and Lancelot was firing arrows at children.

Claire was skilled enough to fend for herself, scaring Lancelot, but before the knight could say anything that everyone would regret, Steve knocked him out with a large rock.  You were a bit surprised, but also very pleased.

“Whoa, man, that troll- that came out of nowhere!  Right guys?”

Lancelot woke, only for Steve to hit him again.  You were very proud.

“Nice one, Steve!”

“Thanks!  Uh, can you do your doctor thing?  Make sure I didn’t kill him?”

You kind of doubted that Lancelot had been killed by the rock, but head trauma exists in every century, so you nodded and began your assessment.  You managed to focus up and do your work, ignoring the clanging metallic noise of the battle before you.  Then the pain hit you.  It was like you’d been thrown back into a tree, but that hadn’t happened, so what was- Douxie!

You rushed your assessment, focused on the ache in your spine, “He isn’t dead, Steve, you’re in the clear,”

The teenager punched the air, saying something that you weren’t paying attention to.

“Sorry, kid, I’ll be right back,”

That was kind of a lie.  You weren’t sure when you’d be back.

You made your way to Douxie’s side, helping him up as Morgana sent a beam of gold magic into the sky, before bringing it down on the earth like a whip.  Your wizard pulled you close to him, trying to shield you from the magic.  Had she been paying attention, Morgana would have declared this officially strange, but at the moment she was fighting her brother and former mentor.

You, Claire and Douxie thought it would be a good idea to try and reason with the angry sorceress.

“Stop!  We found another way!”

“It doesn’t have to be like this!”

“We can do this peacefully!”

“The time for peace ended long ago,”

“Morgana,” Claire called out, “He’s not the enemy,”

Morgana continued to rant, but you were a little distracted by the fact that she was now flying.  It wasn’t the best choice either of you had made, but you and Douxie got closer, just in time for the sorceress to cast a spell, creating shadow-like clones of herself.

“Oh, buckets,”  Douxie said as shadow-clones appeared before all of you.

“Yeah, that,”  you drew your sword.  There wasn’t much left to do but fight.

Unfortunately, you were in the minority when it came to having a weapon.  You watched as your friends struggled and dodged, eventually backing away, but wherever they went the shadows followed (as shadows are wont to do.)

Your small group found their way to a cliff, overlooking the ocean.  You recognized this place, but you weren’t sure how.

You could hear Merlin call for someone to protect the king, but you were a little busy fighting for your life at that moment.  

Somehow, you found an opening and sliced through the clone.  You only enjoyed your victory for a moment before Douxie was thrown to the ground, causing you both to wince from the pain.  You were about to make your way over to him when Arthur pointed his sword towards the sky, drawing a spell into the blade and releasing it into the ground, knocking everyone back and banishing the shadow-clones.

Douxie helped you up before you both ran to get the time map.  The sphere flickered from red to blue.  You looked out into the sunset and suddenly realized where you recognized this place from.

Morgana’s name left your lips and Douxie’s at the same time.  The time map’s sphere showed the sorceress’s body.

You and your wizard ran towards the duelling siblings in a last attempt to stop them, but you were once again blown back.  

You screamed as Morgana fell off the cliff for the second time in your life.

You couldn’t remember walking back to the castle. 

You knew you must’ve done it because you would remember being carried back, but you didn’t know how you got from the cliff to Camelot.

And now Claire was talking, “She’s gone.  We failed,”  as if you needed reminding.

“No,” Douxie’s voice came from beside you, “I failed.  Master, I-I’m so sorry,”

“This is why you don’t meddle with time,”

You didn’t even sass Merlin about how this was his idea.  You were out of sass at the moment.  Your head was full of static as you tried to process things.

“But I tried, I tried to fix it,” Douxie fell to his knees, his eyes on the still flickering time map.

Correction, your brain was full of static and heartbreak.  You knelt beside your wizard, putting your hands on his shoulders as he focused on the time map.

“Don’t you see, boy?  There is no ‘fixing’ anything,  Every change has consequence.  Knowing the future is a responsibility to bear with caution, lest you cause the worst things to happen,”

You couldn’t look Merlin in the eye.  Even as he walked away, you didn’t watch him go.

“Morgana’s dead, Excalibur's broken.  This never happened,”

“We are in uncharted territory,” Archie said, coming closer to you and Douxie, allowing the wizard to pat him.

The pain in your chest was his.  The utter anguish he felt over failing to fix things stabbed through you.  And it wasn’t just that.  He had failed Claire, and Steve, and Jim.  He had failed Merlin, and Toby and Camelot.  But the worst thing was he had failed you.  He had destroyed your future, and now you were stuck here.  The very thought of it ripped through him, and you felt all of it.

You bit your lip, just then realizing what that day was.

As if he realized what was to come, Archie took a few steps back, wandering away from the two of you.

“Hey, Doux,” he turned to look at you, the sorrow in his eyes eating you alive, “This was the night.  In our timeline, anyway,”

“What?”

“Where was that fight again?  Merlin’s study?  The staircase?  The throne room?”

“(Y/N)?”

“If we wait outside, do you think we’ll see it happen?”

The pieces fell into place for him, too.

“I don’t even know if it will,”

You waited a moment.

“Who knows.  We hated each other enough, we might still get cursed,”  The joking tone in your voice made you both smile, even though it didn’t reach your eyes.

“Seriously, though, Douxie.  I think whatever bond Merlin gave us, I-” you took a deep breath, knowing that what you said next would definitely damn you both.  But that didn’t matter.  He needed to hear this.

“I think it was the best thing that ever happened to me.  You are the best thing that ever happened to me,”

Douxie looked surprised, only for a second, before his eyes cast their gaze to the ground, to the time map that sat closed on the floor.  “Are you sure?”

His voice was so quiet you barely heard him, and it was so sad, so scared, that you could feel your heart shatter into a million pieces right then and there, “Yeah,” your voice felt like it would break at any minute, “Yeah, I’m sure,”

Your predictions were correct.  Your voice broke and tears came to your eyes, much to your embarrassment.

“(Y/N),” Douxie turned his body towards yours, taking your face in his hands, “You-” he took a second, also feeling that his voice would fail him at any minute, “You mean everything to me, and I-I ruined your future.  We don’t have a home to go back to, and it’s my fault, I-”

“Douxie,” you cut him off, “As long as I’m with you, I’m home.  If we have to, we’ll just build a new future, together,” you ran a hand through his hair.  This was it.  This is what was going to kill you, “I love you, Hisirdoux Casperan,”

There was silence.

And then his lips were on yours.

Do you remember the kiss in the 80s?  Yeah, that was child’s play compared to this.

Your lips fit together perfectly,  his hands glided over your back, pulling you closer to him.  Your hands held his face, swiping away at the tears that threatened to fall.  You found your bottom lip captured between his.  A gasp escaped you when he bit down.  It wasn’t enough to draw blood, but it was enough for your heart to race a little faster, if that was even possible, and tighten your grip just a little.  You could almost feel his pulse racing, and you were absolutely certain he could feel yours.  Your last kiss had been everything in your past, but this kiss was your future.  It was a promise that no matter what came next, you would face it together.

And then you remembered exactly what it was that your future held.

T'was a mood killer.

You broke the kiss, almost unwillingly and definitely wanting more, but Douxie had been right.  He should know what, “I don’t want to kill you anymore,” meant.

Also, there was a loud crash and bright lights from one of the towers, and that was pretty distracting.

“Those damn kids.  Did we really fight so much?”

That almost got a laugh from you, but you had something else to focus on right now.  You rested your forehead against his for a moment, just breathing for a second before your spoke, your voice low, “Douxie, I have to explain some stuff,”

“What is it, darling?”

“You were right, there’s some stuff you should know.  Doux, I think now is later,”

You bit your lip before standing and motioning for him to follow you into the castle, “Let’s go,”

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Best Two Out of Three, Part 24

Oh, friends. @hotyeehawman man and I would like to profusely apologize for how long it took us to get this part out. (And yes, we both changed our usernames - you’re in the right place!) It feels like it’s been an eternity since I posted any of this here fic. But luckily for you all, I’m pretty sure this is the longest part yet? And that being said, I’ll just let you lovelies get into it.

Best Two Out of Three

Part: 24/26

Pairing: Kenny Omega x OFC x Adam Page x OFC x Matt Jackson (yup that’s what we’re going with now.

Word count: 9.1k

Warnings: Language; angst; brief explicit sexual descriptions

Catch up on previous parts here.

Tag squad: @freshlysqueezedmox @gabbynorth98 @librathepheonix13 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @exe-sadboi-exe @comeasyoudar @champbucks

Callie awoke the next morning with an unmistakable knot in the pit of her stomach. Guilt.

It wasn’t regret. She didn’t regret sleeping with Matt. He had been… wonderful. Attentive. Caring. Passionate. He’d made her feel desired and alive in ways that she hadn’t in months. So long that she’d almost forgotten what it was like to feel like that. She’d missed it, craved it, more than she’d realized. And there was no one else she rather would have helped her find it again than Matt.

Which was precisely why she felt so guilty.

The covers shifted as he stirred next to her. She felt him roll over and snake his arm around her waist. She smiled and relaxed into his touch. She didn’t want to feel guilty about how Matt made her feel. She just wanted to feel it.  

“Good morning,” she said. But he wasn’t quite awake.

“Mm,” he grunted in return.

She laughed and turned to face him. His long, thick hair was disheveled from sleep and had nearly fallen out of its bun. She reached out and brushed a stray strand back from his face. “I was thinking about going to get Starbucks. Do you want anything?”

He didn’t open his eyes as he answered. “Yeah, but I’ll get it, babe. Just gimme few more minutes.”

Callie’s pulse quickened. Babe. She chalked it up to him being half-asleep. “It’s okay, I don’t mind,” she insisted. “You want your usual?”

He nodded. She smiled and kissed his cheek, slipped out from underneath his arm, and climbed out of bed. Their clothes were scattered on the floor, remnants of the night before. She grabbed her joggers and pulled them on along with the closest shirt she could find—Matt’s Young Bucks t-shirt—and then she threw her hair in a bun, slipped on her sneakers, grabbed her phone and wallet, and went out the door.

The nearest Starbucks was just a five-minute walk from the hotel, but she was in no rush to get there. It was a beautiful morning, and she needed the air—especially after Matt had let that pet name slip. She did her best to clear her thoughts of it as she arrived at the coffee shop. She queued behind a man in a business suit and pulled out her phone like everyone else. But, not long afterward, someone unexpected joined the line behind her.

“Late night?”

Callie’s stomach lurched. She’d know that voice anywhere. Adam.

“Not really,” she responded without fully turning around. She was suddenly exceptionally aware that she was wearing Matt’s shirt. She didn’t want him to see it.

But then it came her turn to order—and there was no hiding that she was getting two coffees to go. She spoke as softly as she could when she told the barista what she wanted and, as soon as she paid, turned and hurried past Adam to a table by the window, flustered. Of course this would happen. Of course she would run into him the morning after she’d slept with Matt, getting coffee for him, wearing his fucking shirt. She looked warily back at him as she sat down. She just wanted to keep an eye on him… but she found herself starting to stare as he pulled out his wallet. Admiring the way his t-shirt stretched over his biceps. How well his jeans fit him. She started to get lost in her thoughts—but then he turned toward her. She quickly looked away, back down at her phone. But not quick enough. It wasn’t long before he was standing in front of her.

“Where’s lover boy?”

She glared up at him. “He’s not my lover boy.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Cal. Hair up, glasses on, wearing his t-shirt. This has walk-of-shame written all over it.”

Callie’s brow lowered. “Well it’s not a walk of shame if I’m going right back to him, is it?”

She regretted it almost as soon as she said it. Hurt flashed in his eyes. But it was gone in an instant, replaced with nothing but resentment.

“So he made you go get the coffee?” He scoffed. “What a gentleman.”

“I offered to get it,” she snipped. “And what are you so upset about? You’re more than free to move on with Alex now.”

“Oh, am I? Well you might want to let her know that, because she went home with Kenny last night.”

Callie faltered. She didn’t know what to make of the sarcasm in his tone. Was he trying to mask his hurt? Or was he just being an asshole?

“Callie!”

The barista called out her name not a second too soon. She looked Adam in the eye as she stood from her seat. “Well, it’s not my problem that she rejected you,” she spat. “At least now you know how it feels.”

She shouldered past him, grabbed the coffees from the counter, and pushed out the door back into the morning air. She walked much more swiftly back to the hotel than she had to Starbucks. She knocked on the door when she got back to the room, too agitated to bother with trying to fish out her key card while balancing two coffees. Matt answered in just his sweatpants.

“That was quick,” he noted as she breezed past him into the room.

“Yeah. Oh,” she stopped and turned around to hand him his coffee. “Here.”

“Thanks…” he trailed off as he took it from her, his brow furrowed. Callie wasn’t surprised when he asked, “Are you okay? You seem flustered.”

“Yeah.” She breathed out and took a sip of her coffee as he shut the door. “I just ran into Adam at Starbucks. It was… awkward.”

Matt’s eyebrows arched. “Oh.” His eyes flicked down to her shirt. His shirt. “I guess he assumed…?”

“Yeah.”

He frowned. Callie fidgeted. Now it was awkward between them. But she didn’t anticipate what he said next.

“Do you regret it?”

Her eyes widened. “What? No,” she answered with a shake of her head. She walked over and gave him a reassuring kiss. “Not at all. I just would’ve preferred not to run into my ex the morning after.”

She inwardly winced at that word. Ex. It still hurt to think of Adam that way. She still loved him; that wouldn’t go away overnight.

But the feel of Matt’s arms around her helped.

“Well, forget about him,” he said. “Let’s go out today. Get away from everyone.”

A smile pulled at the corners of Callie’s lips. That sounded like a perfect idea. “Okay. I’m gonna jump in the shower.” She shot him a smirk as she pulled away. “Want to join me?”

He groaned. “All my stuff is back in my room.”

“So?” She peeled his shirt over her head and tossed it aside. His eyes drank in the sight of her.

“Twist my arm, why don’t you,” he said, and he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bathroom.  

* * * * * * * * * *

Adam didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what to feel. He didn’t know where to go from here. He didn’t want to go back, but he couldn’t see a way forward, either. And the kicker was that he’d done it to himself.

He’d considered turning around and walking right back out when he’d seen Callie standing in line at Starbucks. And after their interaction, he wished he had turned around and left. He didn’t want to know that she’d been with Matt last night. He didn’t want to think about him touching her body the way that he used to touch it, making her feel the things that he used to make her feel. He didn’t want to know that their relationship was barely two weeks in the ground and she’d already jumped into bed with another guy. And not just any guy—Matt-fucking-Jackson. Literally anyone else would have been better than Matt; Nick would have been better than Matt. But, ironically, he wasn’t surprised that it was Matt. Adam knew Matt had always had a thing for Callie; he’d known it from the day Matt had introduced her to him. But he’d never thought anything of it, never worried about it, not even when Matt would flirt with her right in front of him. He was his friend; he wouldn’t seriously try to move in on his girl like that.

He’d been wrong on both counts.

But, as hurt and upset as he was, Adam knew he didn’t have any room to judge Callie. Not really. Not after where his mind had gone last night.

He’d needed a physical release last night. He’d needed to unburden himself of the drunken, thoughtless way he’d kissed Callie; of the stress and tension and anxiety he’d been carrying for weeks. And so, alone in his hotel room, he’d taken care of it—and he’d thought about Alex. He’d thought about how her lips would feel wrapped around his dick, how she’d look underneath him as she took him, how she’d sound moaning his name. It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten himself off thinking about her, but he hadn’t done it in years, since long before he’d met Callie. And after he’d finished, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from texting her.

Hey, are you at the hotel?

Her response had gutted him.

No… I’m actually on my way to Kenny’s.

He hadn’t said anything else after that, and neither had she. He wasn’t sure what would have happened if she had been at the hotel. He wasn’t sure what he’d been hoping for when he’d texted her. But he didn’t want to think about it. Just like he didn’t want to think about the fact that Callie was with Matt right now.

He walked back into the hotel and crossed through the lobby, but he slowed before he could reach the elevators. Chuck nodded in greeting as he, Trent, and Orange walked toward him.

“Hey, Hangman. What’s up?”

He shrugged. “Oh you know, just went to Starbucks and ran into Callie getting morning-after coffee for Matt. So... yeah. What’s up with y’all?”

He took a sip of his coffee as they all stared back at him, unblinking. Maybe he shouldn’t have volunteered so much information, but he couldn’t help it—he was emotional. But before he could excuse himself and disappear, Trent said, “Well that fucking sucks. We’re going to get breakfast. Wanna come with?”

The offer surprised Adam. Why the hell would they want him to come with them? He’d just drag down the mood. Besides, he didn’t want to go with them. He wanted to go back upstairs to his room and wallow in self-pity.

But then he thought of Alex again. She’d tell him to snap the fuck out of it.

“Fuck it,” he decided. “Sure.”

“Cool,” Trent returned.

They all started toward the exit. Chuck fell in step beside him. “If you’re wondering where Alex is, she went to Kenny’s last night.”

Adam frowned down at his coffee cup. “Yeah. I know,” he said. That was another thing he didn’t want to think about.

* * * * * * * * * *

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!”

“Alex, don’t just mash buttons. You need to do combos.”

“But this—is—working!”

Alex stuck out her tongue in concentration as she furiously mashed the buttons on the game controller. She and Kenny had been playing this stupid Street Fighter game for forty minutes now, and she absolutely refused to quit until she won at least one—

“K.O.!”

She dropped the controller to her lap, defeated. Again. Kenny curled his lips into his mouth. He was trying desperately not to laugh.

“It’s not funny!” Alex scowled. She was far too competitive for her own good.

He gave her an apologetic grin. “I’m sorry, baby. That round was better.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not,” he assured. And then, “I think it was the first time you lasted past three minutes.”

“Kenny!” She gasped and grabbed a throw pillow from the couch. “I could say the same about you last night!”

She swung and whacked him with the pillow. “Whoa!” She reared back again, and he held up his arm to block the blow. “Uncalled for and untrue!”

She smirked. “Come on, you walked right into that.”

She swung again; but he caught the other end of the pillow and used it to pull her closer. “Oh yeah? Well I certainly didn’t hear you complain last night.”

Alex bit back a bashful grin. No, she definitely hadn’t complained last night. Last night had been… indescribable. Normally with Kenny it was a frantic rush to rip off clothes as they blindly stumbled and pushed each other to the nearest available surface. Rough and quick. Fucking. But last night had been different. He’d undressed her deliberately, like he wanted to memorize every curve of her body, every mark on her skin. He’d carried her to his bed and laid her down gently. He’d paid more attention to her needs than his, pleasuring her completely, slow and deep as she’d clutched at the sheets, his back, his hair, riding wave after wave until she couldn’t handle it anymore. He’d made love to her. She’d felt what she meant to him, undoubtedly. She’d felt it that morning when she’d woken up next to him and he’d told her to stay in bed while he made them breakfast. She felt it now. And, more than anything, she hoped that he felt what he meant to her, too. She didn’t want him to doubt that anymore.

“C’mere,” he gently said. He moved the pillow from in between them, and Alex snuggled against him as he wrapped his arm around her. “I’m sorry for teasing you,” he said with a kiss on her head. “I know video games aren’t your thing.”  

She let out a sarcastic laugh. “And that’s not a deal-breaker?”

“What?” he shot, incredulous. “That’s ridiculous. Why would it be a deal-breaker?”

Alex’s face burned with embarrassment. She shouldn’t have said that; she didn’t know how to explain it without incriminating Adam. And she had to explain it now. “I don’t know,” she muttered. “It was one of the arguments people made back in June about why we shouldn’t be together, because I don’t play video games. It’s dumb; I shouldn’t have listened to it.”

There was a thick, contemplative pause. And then Kenny said, “And by ‘people’ I assume you mean ‘Adam.’”

Alex didn’t say anything in response. Her silence spoke volumes.

Kenny squeezed her closer. “Do you remember what you said to me at the hotel the night we first got back together? After your match against Callie and your fight with Trent?”

She looked up at him, her face a question mark. He went on.

“You said, ‘Fuck what anyone thinks. We worked things out and that’s all that matters.’ Well… now I’m saying the same thing to you.”

Alex glanced away, chewing anxiously on her lip. She did remember saying that now. She wished she would have taken her own advice.

“I couldn’t care less that video games aren’t your thing,” he assured her. “But you know they’re my thing, and you care enough about that to try. That means a lot to me. And besides… I actually think it’s adorable how frustrated you get.”

Warmth spread throughout Alex’s core. It meant a lot to him. He meant a lot to her. She needed him to know, once and for all. “Well, I care about the things you care about. Because I love you.”

She looked back up at him. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He looked so happy. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

Kenny tilted her lips toward his and kissed her, soft and sweet. “I love you too, baby,” he said, and Alex’s heart was so full that it felt like it would burst out of her chest. They’d taken the long way around to get here, but they’d made it… and she finally felt like she could rest.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie couldn’t get rid of that knot in her stomach. It had only grown larger and more solid after she’d run into Adam at Starbucks. And, after a while, the focus of her guilt had started to shift.

Matt had been an absolute sweetheart all afternoon. He’d taken her to the beach because he knew how much she loved it. They’d walked along the boardwalk and out onto the pier, and he’d held her close and smiled big as she’d taken their picture in the midst of the ocean. He’d even waited patiently as she’d gone through the shops picking out clothes and trying them on (she’d rewarded him by modeling a few bikinis). And now, as they sat in a cute little café getting something to eat, she couldn’t help but watch him with a smile on her lips as he looked over the menu, admiring his long lashes and hair, his beard and jawline. He made her heart flutter.

So then why couldn’t she stop thinking about Adam?

The waiter brought them their drinks. They put in their order, and as they handed him the menus, Matt told him it would all be on one check. Callie blushed as the waiter nodded and walked away.

“You don’t have to pay for me,” she said.

“I know, but I want to,” he returned. “Besides, I owe you for getting the coffee this morning.”

“This’ll be more than the coffee.”

“Are you sure about that? We got Starbucks.”

She laughed. “Fair point. Well, thank you.” She crossed her right knee over her left, and her foot bumped his leg underneath the table. “Sorry,” she muttered and shifted in her seat. He gave her a quizzical smile.

“Okay, what’s up?”

She took a sip of her iced tea. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you’ve been tense all day. What’s on your mind?”

Callie grabbed her straw wrapper from the tabletop and nervously wound it around her finger. That was a loaded question—and she wasn’t sure she was ready to unload. “I know I’ve been tense,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t apologize; just talk to me. I want you to feel like you can talk to me about anything.”

“I do feel that way,” she returned. “It’s just…”

She trailed off. Matt finished her thought for her. “Adam?”

She wound the straw wrapper so tightly around her index finger that the tip turned red. “Is it that obvious?” she muttered.

He pulled his mouth to one side. “Well, you’ve seemed a little off ever since you ran into him this morning so… yeah.”

She frowned. “I’m sor—”

“Callie,” he gently cut her off. “Stop. Just talk to me. You’re not gonna hurt my feelings.”

Callie glanced down at her hands. On the contrary, her fear of hurting him was the exact reason she didn’t want to tell him what was on her mind. But Matt had been nothing but open and honest with her. She needed to do the same.

“I like this. A lot,” she said. “I like being with you, more than I expected to so soon. And I don’t regret anything. But… I’m not completely over Adam yet.”

She held her breath, bracing herself for his reaction, anticipating the worst—

“I don’t expect you to be.”

She breathed out. “What?”

Matt’s eyes were soft and understanding as he looked at her across the table. “I don’t expect you to be completely over Adam yet. It’s only been what, a week-and-a-half since you ended things with him? And in one of the most dramatic fashions possible,” he said with a smirk. “It’ll take time to get over that. Longer than a week-and-a-half.”

Callie’s brow furrowed. She was relieved, unbelievably so. But she was also confused. “But that doesn’t bother you? After we… you know.”

He smirked. “Not really. I mean, not to sound cocky, but I’m pretty sure you weren’t thinking about him last night or this morning.”

Her cheeks colored and she rolled her eyes. “You absolutely meant to sound cocky.”

Matt’s grin widened. He knew he had, too. “But no, it doesn’t bother me,” he assured. “I like you, Callie. A part of me always has, even when you were with Hangman. But I know this has all happened pretty fast, and I don’t want to push you. So as long as you’re honest with me about what you’re feeling and what you want, we’ll be good.”

Callie’s heart fluttered again. She didn’t know what she’d done to deserve someone as sweet and understanding as Matt. But she did know she didn’t want to lose him. “Okay. I can do that,” she said; and as he smiled at her, she did her best to bury the thought of Adam’s kiss in the back of consciousness.

* * * * * * * * * *

Saturday... All Out 

Alex was a bundle of nervous energy as Kenny pulled up to Daily’s Place Saturday afternoon. Today was the day: All Out. Her anxiety over it hadn’t let her get a wink of sleep last night, so much so that she worried she’d affected Kenny’s sleep with all her tossing and turning. But as they got out of his car and grabbed their suitcases from the trunk, he looked like his only concern was her.

“Are you alright?” He caught her hand in his. “You’ve been quiet all day.”

She tried to nod. “Yeah. I’m just…” she trailed off and changed her mind. “No. I’m nervous about your match. And about seeing the boys.”

“Don’t be nervous about the match,” he said with a gentle squeeze of her hand. “That’s for me to worry about. And why are you nervous about seeing your friends?”

Alex frowned. She couldn’t help but notice how he’d said the match was for him to worry about—not him and Adam. But she tried not to dwell on it. “Because I’m nervous I’ll walk in there and it’ll just be a repeat of three months ago. I’m sick of everyone trying to tell me what’s best for me.”

She glanced back at the arena, worry darkening her eyes. None of the boys had seemed thrilled when she’d told them she was leaving with Kenny on Wednesday, but they hadn’t put up any arguments, either. She hoped they hadn’t saved it for today.

Kenny let go of her hand and brought his up to cup either side of her face. She looked up into his eyes, gripping his wrists as he held her. “Remember what I told you?”

Her brow puckered. “Fuck what anyone thinks?”

“Fuck what anyone thinks,” he repeated.

She pressed her fingers into his skin. “I care what they think, Kenny. They’re my best friends.”

“I know.” He let out a breath and touched his lips to her forehead. “And because they’re your best friends, they should support you when you’re happy. Right?”

She frowned again. “You would think so.”

“Then don’t be nervous,” he said with another kiss on her forehead. He pulled back and looked down at her. “I’m sure it won’t be a repeat of three months ago. And if it is… it’s their problem, not yours.”

Alex lifted her heels off the ground and kissed him. “You’re right,” she breathed. “But speaking of your friends… don’t take it personally if I go out of my way to avoid Matt.”

“I’ll talk to Matt,” he returned. “Don’t worry about him, either. He’ll come around.”

She gave him a small, grateful grin. But she wouldn’t hold her breath on Matt coming around.

He shut the trunk and locked the car, and then he took her hand again, interlacing their fingers as they walked into the arena. And Alex realized, with some surprise, that she didn’t care if anyone saw them. She was with Kenny; he was with her. She didn’t want to hide that.

But they had to part ways once they got to the locker rooms. They shared a lingering kiss as Alex told him she’d see him later—she knew he’d be busy until after the show was over—and then she continued down the hall toward the Best Friends locker room. She drew in a deep breath through her nose, let it out through her mouth. “There’s nothing to be nervous about, Alex,” she said to herself. “They’re your best friends.” She steeled herself when she arrived at the door, pushed her way inside. Chuck, Trent, and Orange were all already there—and so was Adam.

She stopped just inside the entrance, her eyes wide and surprised. “Oh! Hey. I wasn’t expecting to see you in here.”

Adam looked even more caught off-guard to see her than she did him. “Yeah… Chuck said I could share with y’all. It’s a full house tonight and I don’t really have anywhere else to go because of… you know.”

She nodded. “Yeah. Of course.” She pulled her suitcase toward a cubby, doing her best to seem unbothered. But seeing Adam had thrown her off more than she’d expected it would. The text he’d sent her Wednesday night flashed in her mind. Hey, are you at the hotel? She’d thought about it more than she cared to admit over the last two-and-a-half days. Prior to two weeks ago, she wouldn’t have thought much of it at all. But now that she knew how he felt, she couldn’t help but wonder what his intentions had been. 

“Hangy’s been hangin’ with us the last few days,” Chuck stated as she sat down. “Cowpals is a thing now.”

“It’s not a thing,” Adam returned. Chuck glared at him.

“Just let it happen, Adam!”

He grinned. So did Alex. “I agree with Chuck,” she said. She exchanged a glance with Adam as she unzipped her suitcase—a feeling. They’d always have each other’s back, no matter the circumstances.

“So do I,” Trent piped up. He looked at Alex. “All we were missing was you.”

He didn’t say it negatively. In fact, it was quite the opposite. We missed you. That was what she felt from it. Warmth.

“Well, I’m here now,” she smiled, and her anxiety loosened its grip when he smiled back. They were her best friends. Nothing would change that.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie had never spent much time in the EVP room. But now here she was, sitting on the couch next to Matt, watching as the All Out Buy In pre-show got underway. It was nice. She could get used to it.     

“So are you gonna come out with us for our match orrrr…?”

She shot Matt a look. “I’m not even gonna justify that with a response.”

A corner of his mouth quirked up. “Why not?”

Her eyebrows arched. “Seriously? I’m not accompanying you for your match, Matt. That’s just asking for trouble.”

“Trouble from who? Everyone’s about to find out that we’re wrestling together against Trent and Alex next week. What’s the difference?”

Callie looked down to pick at a loose string on her jeans. He wasn’t wrong—Tony had made the mixed tag match official earlier that afternoon, and Callie wouldn’t be surprised if the commentators mentioned it during the show tonight. But there was a difference between wrestling a match with Matt next week and accompanying the Young Bucks for their match against Jurassic Express. There was a big difference.

“There’s a difference, and you know there is,” she softly insisted. “I’m not going out there with you.”

She kept her gaze turned anxiously away from him. Ever since their talk at that little café two days ago, a nagging voice in the back of her head had kept worrying that, even though Matt had said he didn’t want to push her, he would only wait so long for her to get over Adam. Now, she worried he’d take her resistance the wrong way. But she had her reasons—completely valid reasons. She didn’t want people to assume things about their relationship; she didn’t want to invite their criticism and judgment. But, more than that, she didn’t want to rub her budding relationship with Matt in Adam’s face—and especially not tonight. He had a tag title match he needed to focus on tonight.

“Callie,” Matt said. The soft urgency in his voice beckoned her to look at him. “It’s fine. I was only joking.”

She gave him a tight smile. She believed him… but part of her still worried.

He leaned over and gave her a kiss. “Speaking of the match… I should go get ready. You can hang out here if you want.”

Her brow furrowed at him as he got up from the couch. “By myself? I’m not an EVP.”

“No… but you’re sleeping with one.”

He smirked. She scowled. He let out a laugh and bent over to give her another kiss. “I’ll let you know when it’s safe to come back to the locker room. I’m sure Nick’s changing now, too.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

He gave her a wink and went out the door. And as it clicked shut behind him, that little voice in the back of her head nagged at her again.

* * * * * * * * * *

There was an undeniable electricity in the air—a big fight feel. Because it was a big fight: Kenny Omega and Hangman Adam Page vs. FTR for the AEW World Tag Team Championship. And Alex was almost certain she was more nervous than the people who were actually fighting.

Her hands were clammy as she walked through the halls to the Best Friends locker room. She wanted to walk with Adam to meet Kenny, so she could wish them both good luck before they headed to Gorilla. She wanted to stay out of their way as much as possible. She prayed they were on the same page tonight.

She entered the locker room just as Adam stood from his seat. He glanced at her as he grabbed his championship. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Just thought I’d go with you to meet Kenny,” she answered. She curiously looked him over. He was wearing black and white tights designed to look like chaps instead of his usual trunks. “New gear?”

He glanced down at himself and shrugged. “Yeah. Big pay-per-view match, I figured why not.”

She nodded. “I like it.”

A smile pulled at his lips. But it disappeared fast. “Well, I was just about to head to his locker room.”

She nodded again, and they went back out the door. She saw him look at her out of the corner of her eye as they walked. “Are you watching with the guys?” he asked.

“Yeah. They’re in one of the lounges with Jurassic Express and a few others.” She drew in a breath. “I might see if I can get a drink before I head back there.”

He gave a wry laugh. “That nervous?”

She looked up at him. “Aren’t you?”

His eyes turned contemplative. “I’m nervous, yeah. But not necessarily about losing the titles.”

Alex frowned. She wasn’t as nervous about them losing the titles as she was about other things, either.

They arrived at The Elite’s locker room. Adam raised a fist and knocked. Half a minute passed before Kenny answered, dressed in his usual gear, his AEW Tag Team Championship already around his waist. He smiled when he saw Alex.

“Hey. You coming up there with us?”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t want to get in your way. I just wanted to wish you good luck before you went up there.”

He flashed a cocky grin. “I don’t need it.”

Alex rolled her eyes. I—not we. Again. She tried to ignore it just like she had earlier. “Well, kick their asses, then.” She reached up and kissed him, tender but quick. She didn’t want to do too much in front of Adam. Kenny smirked again as she pulled away.

“You know I will.”

She gave him a nervous smile, and then she turned to Adam. She stood on her toes and gave him a hug. He momentarily stiffened before he returned it. “Good luck,” she said.

“Thanks.”

She unwound her arms from around him and stepped back. “I’ll see you after,” she said to Kenny, and with a parting glance she retreated back down the hall, her stomach in knots. She half-wanted to find somewhere to watch the match alone, in the interest of self-preservation. Then again, maybe she wouldn’t take it so hard if she watched with her friends. Either way, she kept walking toward the lounge; and when she arrived and saw Trent opening up a bottle of red wine, she made a beeline for him.

“Wine?” she charged. Alcohol was alcohol, but still.

He gave her a look. “We’re classy, Alex. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that.”

“A few hundred more,” she quipped. It earned a grin. He grabbed a glass and gave her a healthy pour. She took a long sip as she moved to one of the couches and sat down next to Chuck. He gave her a sympathetic smile.

“How you feeling?”

She laughed into her glass. “Like I’m gonna need a whole bottle to myself.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Alex had been joking—but the more she watched, the more she thought she probably would need a whole bottle to herself to get through this match.

Every minute brought with it a fresh wave of anxiety. Her entire body had tensed when the match had nearly started with Kenny and Cash, only for her heart to drop into her stomach when Adam had called to start it off instead, asking Kenny, “Do you trust me?” She didn’t know what Kenny had said in return—his back had been to the camera. When the match finally got underway, Adam had locked up with Cash like he wanted to murder him. He’d gone after him so aggressively that Dax had jumped in to intervene, and then Kenny had, too, obviously worried that Adam’s emotions were running away with him. He was proven right when Adam nearly swung on him. They’d worked through it… but Dax and Cash were firing on all cylinders. They’d managed to isolate Adam first and then Kenny, punishing them each in turn. And even when Adam and Kenny were able to pick up the pace and work together, it had been painfully obvious over the last fifteen minutes that, despite being the champions, they weren’t the tag team specialists in the match. FTR were.

Kenny and Cash were the legal men now. Adam was somewhere outside the ring, out of commission after Cash had shoved him off the ring apron and sent him flying into the guard railing. Kenny had hit a Tiger Driver ’98 and gone for the cover, but Cash had kicked out at two and dragged himself to the ropes. But Kenny didn’t give him much of a chance to recoup. He charged at the opposite ropes, rebounded, and nailed Cash with a V-Trigger to the side of the head. Then he picked him up on his shoulders. He was setting up the One-Winged Angel. Alex held her breath and grabbed Chuck’s knee—but Cash quickly got out of his hold.

“You want a refill?” Chuck asked.

She just nodded and handed him her glass, keeping her eyes glued on the TV. Cash shoved Kenny into the corner and charged, but Kenny dodged and reversed, pushing Cash into the corner. Dax made a hot tag. Kenny charged again, going for another V-Trigger—but Cash moved out of the way at the last second. Kenny’s knee rammed hard into the turnbuckle.

“Fuck,” Alex cursed under breath.

Chuck returned with her wine. She thanked him and immediately took a drink; and then nearly choked on it when she saw Cash swing Kenny’s leg through the ropes and Dax grab his ankle for a vicious dragon screw leg whip.

“You alright?” Chuck asked.

Alex nodded even though she wasn’t. Cash spun Kenny around and hit another dragon screw. And then Dax slid into the ring and latched on an inverted figure four leg lock.

“Shit,” Trent said from the other side of Chuck. Chuck elbowed him. Alex’s stomach dropped. That was the exact move Dax had used on Chuck to beat Best Friends in the tag team gauntlet match.

Dax grabbed the ropes for leverage, but the referee didn’t see it. Kenny did his best to stay up on his shoulder in order to keep the pressure off his knee. But he still looked like he was agony.

“And remember, this is how they made Chuck Taylor tap out in order to punch their ticket into this match,” Excalibur commented.

“Thanks for the reminder, Excalibur!” Chuck shouted at the TV, causing a few people in the room to laugh. Alex wasn’t one of them. She didn’t breathe again until Kenny managed to reach the ropes, forcing Dax to break the hold.

Kenny laid on the mat, nursing his knee—but Dax got right back on him. He grabbed his leg and dropped a few elbows on his knee before he put all his bodyweight on his thigh and bent Kenny’s leg at an unnatural angle around his torso. Kenny grabbed at his head, his arm, anything to try to get out of the hold; but Dax just got up, dragged him to the ropes, draped his ankle across it, and smashed himself down hard onto his leg. Alex worried at her lip. Adam was back up on the ring apron now, but Kenny was nowhere near him.

Dax tagged in Cash. Cash jumped to the floor and held Kenny’s ankle across the rope so that Dax could throw all his bodyweight down onto his leg one more time before they switched. He slid into the ring and stomped Kenny’s head, making Alex scowl; but then Kenny sat up and rolled under the ropes to the floor. He limped over to the guard railing and latched onto it, doing his best to keep himself upright.

Alex felt her chest start to tighten. She felt so helpless. All she could do was take another drink.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie was starting to regret watching the tag title match with Matt and Nick. They were all cheering for the same team—but it was obvious that Matt and Nick expected Kenny to do all the work. It irked her. So when Adam had finally tagged in and started clearing house, she couldn’t help but feel a little vindicated.

She nervously watched as he ascended a turnbuckle, knowing immediately that he was going for a moonsault. She both loved and hated that move; she loved seeing it, but it always scared her when he did it. But then, he didn’t do a moonsault. Tully urged Cash and Dax to come to the other side of the turnbuckle—and so Adam pivoted and did a senton instead.

“Tremendous improvisation there by Hangman Adam Page,” Excalibur stated. Callie smiled to herself. But Matt pursed his lips.

“More like unnecessary risk,” he commented.

It was a struggle for Callie not to roll her eyes. Matt and Nick were arguably the biggest daredevils in the entire company. Either of them would have done the same exact thing.

Back in the ring, Adam went for the cover on Cash—but he kicked out at two. After they both got to their feet, they traded blows in the middle of the ring before Cash attempted another swinging DDT; Dax made another blind tag as he did. But Adam blocked the move and hit Dax with a back elbow, knocking him to the floor. He and Cash jockeyed for position until Adam gained control and drove him toward the ropes; but Dax hopped back up onto the apron and hit Adam with a forearm. He dove into the ring and covered him. Adam kicked out at two.

“They’re deadly with those blind tags, man,” Nick said.

Both Matt and Callie kept quiet as they watched Cash and Dax ascend the turnbuckles. They jumped simultaneously and hit Adam with tandem diving headbutts. Cash was the legal man again and he hooked Adam’s leg. That time, Kenny dove in and broke up the pin attempt. Callie half-expected a smart-ass comment from Matt. Thankfully, he didn’t make one.

Kenny and Dax were battling on the ring apron now. Each of them tried to suplex the other, but each attempt was blocked, until Dax ended up back inside the ring, his head still locked underneath Kenny’s arm and vice versa. But then, suddenly, Cash charged and launched himself over the ropes and flipped to the floor. He grabbed Kenny and picked him up on his shoulders, and Dax jumped off the ring apron and hit him with a diving bulldog to the floor.

Matt and Nick expelled twin breaths of exasperation. Callie’s mouth went dry. She wiped her hands on her jeans and got up from the couch to cross the room and grab a water bottle from the mini fridge. She opened it and took a long gulp. By the time she looked back at the TV, Cash was back in the ring with Adam. Adam tried to hit him with a short-arm lariat, but Cash reversed it and landed a forearm to the back of the head. Then he lifted Adam up on his shoulders. He walked over to FTR’s corner and tagged in Dax. Dax climbed the turnbuckle and hit Adam with a diving bulldog to match Kenny’s. He went for yet another cover, but Adam powered out.

“Hangman needs to tag in Kenny,” Matt said.

Callie shot him a look. “Kenny’s not even in their corner!” she argued, motioning to where he’d collapsed against the ring apron. Matt ignored her.  

Dax pulled Adam up by the hair and reached out to tag in Cash. Cash climbed the turnbuckle again—but Kenny jumped up onto the apron and pushed him off balance. Meanwhile in the ring, Adam reversed Dax’s hold and dumped him over the ropes onto the floor. Cash tried to get back into position atop the turnbuckle; but before he could, Adam jumped up onto the second rope, picked him up, and hit a lungbuster suplex into the middle of the ring. Callie held her breath as he went for the pin—but Cash somehow managed to kick out.

“Fuck,” she breathed. She walked over to the couch and sat back down next to Matt, further away than she’d been before.

Kenny yelled something at Adam from outside the ring. Adam beckoned him. “Last Call!” he shouted. Callie tensed. She didn’t have a good feeling about this.

Kenny got into the ring while Adam went out onto the ring apron. Cash struggled to get up from his knees in the middle of the canvas. Kenny picked him up by his hair and held him by the arms. Adam flipped over the ropes and careened toward them, on-target for a hard Buckshot Lariat—but Cash ducked. Callie’s hand flew to her mouth; he’d nearly hit Kenny instead. And then, disaster. Adam grabbed Cash. Kenny charged, aiming to land a V-Trigger. But Cash pulled free at the last second, and Kenny’s knee collided with Adam’s jaw with an audible smack!

“Fuck!” Matt cursed.

Kenny tried to catch Adam, but Cash hit him with a chop block to the back of his injured knee and they both fell to the Matt. Kenny reached out and grabbed ahold of the fringe on Adam’s tights, pulling and jerking, trying to revive him. When that didn’t work, he smacked his leg. But Adam was completely out of it.

Cash pulled Adam away from Kenny and then hit Kenny with a basement dropkick, sending him rolling into the corner. He jumped up and tagged in Dax. Dax climbed the turnbuckle while Cash picked up Adam, upside down. Dax jumped, and they hit Adam with a perfect Mind Breaker. Dax went for the pin, grinning wickedly at Kenny as he tried to crawl toward him. He anticipated a three-count.

But Adam got his shoulder up at two.

“Holy shit,” Nick leaned eagerly forward on his knees. Matt remained quiet.

But Cash and Dax didn’t waste any time. Cash battled Kenny and shoved him under the ropes to the floor while Dax dragged Adam back onto his feet. Cash tagged in and ascended the turnbuckle. Dax picked up Adam. Cash jumped, delivering another Mind Breaker. He pinned Adam. Dax intercepted Kenny as he tried to dive through the ropes, but he didn’t need to. That time, Adam didn’t kick out.

Disbelief and dread consumed Callie as FTR’s music started to play. The crowd was mostly silent as Justin Roberts’s voice echoed throughout the arena. “The winners of this match, and new AEW World Tag Team Champions: F—T—R!”

Matt pushed himself up. “Come on, let’s go,” he said to Nick.

Callie looked up at him in confusion. “What’re you gonna do?”

He shot her a look over his shoulder. “Try to talk Kenny down,” he returned, and then they both exited, leaving her alone in the locker room.

She stared at the door, stunned, unsure what to do. She looked back at the TV. FTR hoisted the titles high above their heads while Tully brought them two cans of beer. She expected them to crack them open and drink in celebration—but they didn’t. Instead, they set the beers next to Adam, who still laid clutching his head on the mat, as if to toast him. Thanks, bud, we couldn’t have done it without you.

She kept watching as they continued to celebrate, waiting for Matt and Nick to burst out from the tunnels. But they never did. Soon, FTR left, and the former champions were left alone. Adam leaned against the ropes, still not quite all there—and Kenny stood in the middle of the ring, a small folding table in his hands.

Callie’s breath hitched in her throat. Kenny held the table up, gripping it hard, an angry, contemplative look in his eyes. Seconds passed like minutes. And then, he tossed the table aside. Relief flooded her; but it was premature. Adam stumbled toward Kenny, and instead of catching him, Kenny moved out of the way and let him collapse face-first to the mat like a felled tree.

She would have preferred that he hit him with the table.

“Where the fuck are Matt and Nick?” she said out loud. Kenny gazed down at Adam’s prone form, a look of quiet disgust on his face. He exited the ring and stalked up the entrance ramp. He paused on the stage to give Adam one last hard look, and then he turned and walked through the tunnel.

The camera stayed on him as he moved swiftly through Gorilla and toward backstage. Matt and Nick stood waiting for him in the interview area. Kenny started yelling.

“Did you see that? Did you see that there? After everything I did!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Matt tried to say; but Kenny pushed through them and kept walking.

“I’m done. We’re done. Let’s go.”

Callie’s eyes widened as she continued to watch. Matt turned and followed after Kenny without hesitation. Nick was more hesitant, but he followed, too.

Kenny and Matt continued to talk, but Callie couldn’t understand what they were saying as the commentators tried to figure out what was happening. They moved into the parking lot and Kenny pointed toward a waiting SUV. “I’m done. Are you guys coming with me?”

“Oh fuck no,” Callie muttered.

Matt continued to try to talk him down, but he didn’t try to stop him from walking. “Let’s sit down and talk about what’s going on right now. I know it’s…” he trailed off, unsure what to say.

“It’s time for a clean split… a clean break,” Kenny said. “Let’s go back to the way things were.”

They reached the SUV. He finally stopped and looked back at Matt and Nick. “Are you coming with me or not? It’s up to you—you can’t go back on this.”

Neither of them answered. Kenny didn’t have the patience for it.

“Okay, think about it—think about it. I’ll see you guys.” He looked at the driver. “Get in the car! We’re going,” he ordered. And then he got in the backseat of the SUV, slammed the door, and drove off, leaving Matt and Nick—and everyone else—stunned and confused.

* * * * * * * * * *

Alex walked on shaky legs through the hotel lobby, pulling her suitcase behind her. She reached the elevators and punched the up button, angry. She felt like a tea kettle ready to burst; and, honestly, she was afraid of what she might do when she saw Kenny.

She’d left the arena as quickly as she could after the end of the tag match. Gone back to the locker room, packed up her shit, and called an Uber, apologizing to Orange on the way out for not staying for his match against Chris Jericho. There was no way she could stay there a second longer after what Kenny had done.

The elevator carried her to their floor. He’d booked the same room he always did. She stepped off the elevator and walked swiftly down the hall. When she reached the room, she banged hard on the door. Kenny answered a few seconds later, apparently fresh out of the shower, wearing just a pair of gym shorts.

“Hey, baby,” he said—but Alex pushed past him into the room. He shut the door and followed her inside. “Look, I’m sorry for—"

Crack!

Alex whirled around and slapped him hard across the face, cutting him off mid-sentence. She’d hit him hard enough that it turned his head, hard enough that her hand immediately stung. Kenny touched his fingers to his face. He gave a short, wry laugh.

“I guess I deserve that.”

“You’re fucking right you do,” she bit. “You lied to me, Kenny. You told me you would fix things with Adam and you just left him out there. You left the whole fucking arena.”

He rolled his eyes. Alex’s hand itched to slap him again. “Well what would you have liked me to do, Alex?” he asked. “Hm? Should I have caught him and told him that everything would be alright? Should I have said, ‘Don’t worry, we’ll get the titles back, bud!’ Is that what I should’ve done?”

“You shouldn’t have just left him and run out of the arena!”

“Well I did, because I’m done with him!”

Alex went momentarily dizzy. “What?” she breathed. “How can you say—”

“Because I’m done with being a tag team wrestler, Alex!” he proclaimed. “I’m done with being a drunken cowboy’s sidekick! I don’t want that! That’s not who I am! That’s not what I came to AEW to do! I don’t need to tell you that! You know that.”

He raked a hand through his hair, frustrated. Alex could feel it radiating off of him like heat. It shocked her, but she knew she needed to just listen.

“It was fun with Hangman while it lasted,” he went on. “I’m glad we got to be tag team champions together; I am. But I’m past that now. It’s time for me to be Kenny Omega now. It’s time for me to be the guy that everyone’s wanted and expected from day one of Dynamite.”

Alex scoffed. “What guy? The Cleaner?”

“Yeah,” he bluntly returned. “Exactly that guy. Isn’t that the guy you wanted when we first got involved? The Cleaner?”

Her breath hitched in her throat. There was nothing she could say to that—it was true. She’d never met Kenny prior to AEW. She just knew him as most of the world did: The Best Bout Machine, the leader of Bullet Club, the Cleaner, Kenny-fucking-Omega. His reputation preceded him. It intrigued her. It attracted her. It made her want to get to know him once she had the chance. And then she fell in love with him, the real him. But the thought of him being that guy in AEW… with her… she’d be lying to herself if she didn’t admit that that intrigued her, too.

He stepped closer. Alex didn’t move. He took her by the hips and pulled her against him; a pleasant tingle danced up her spine at his touch. As upset with him as she was, she couldn’t help the way her body reacted to him.

“I know you’re angry,” he said, his voice softening. “And I’m sorry it happened this way… but we both know it would’ve happened eventually. I can’t keep tagging with Adam to get what I want. And what I want is the AEW World Championship… and you by my side when I get it.”

Alex’s stomach did a flip. But her brow lowered, stubborn. “And what makes you think I want to be by your side when you get it?”

He gave a breathy laugh. “Come on, don’t be ridiculous. You know you’re my girl.”

There it was again, that cocky grin. But Alex didn’t argue or pull away. She just gazed up at him, her chest rising and falling with her breath, heart racing. She wanted to believe he was wrong; but she knew he wasn’t. She knew she’d go around and around this carousel with Kenny until it made her sick. He pushed her to the edge; he drove her insane; he made her do things that she never thought she’d do in a million lifetimes. He was exhilarating and infuriating and terrifying and intoxicating all at once. And every time she thought she’d sobered up she would always fall right back into him. It might take a week, or a month, or a year—but it was inevitable.

“Aren’t you, baby?” He cupped her jaw in his hand. She leaned into his touch. He ran his thumb over her mouth. Her eyes fell closed, kissing it, and then he parted her lips and slipped it inside her mouth. She sucked as he moved it in and out, slow. She bit down gently and opened her eyes. He looked like he wanted to ravage her—and she wanted to let him.

He pulled his thumb from her mouth and picked her up. She wrapped her legs tight around his waist and kissed him as he walked her blindly to the bed, grabbing at his curls, needing to taste him, feel him, get lost in him. She was still upset with him for what he’d done to Adam; of course she was. But she was in love with him. She couldn’t help that.

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

all i know is gone (but i am not alone)

summary: “I want you to make me a promise, Avatar Aang,” Katara whispered. This time, when she placed her hand on top of his, he didn’t pull away. “When this is all over, when the war is won… Promise me that you’ll grieve.”

(alternatively: grieving is hard. aang’s friends work harder. a series of missing/expanded scenes from a:tla exploring aang’s grief through his friends’ eyes.)

i’ve been wanting to write an atla fic for a while now because there is not enough aang-centric content in the fandom and i am determined to fill that void (by myself if i must!!). if the read-more doesn’t work, please let me know!

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1. katara: the world should have protected him… instead he has been asked to protect it. what an honor. no… what an injustice. (kids shouldn’t be fighting wars.)

It wasn’t fair was Katara’s immediate thought as she stared up at the starry night sky. If she was being honest with herself, ‘it wasn’t fair’ was often Katara’s constant thought, cruel proof of their painful reality that forever lingered in the back of her mind. A thought she wasn’t sure she’d ever be rid of. Her people hadn’t been free of it for a hundred years.

It wasn’t fair that her and Sokka’s dad had left to fight in an unwinnable war, that he’d abandoned them when they were only kids. It wasn’t fair that she’d had to be the one to find her mother’s brutally slain body, her mother who’d sacrificed her life to protect her. It wasn’t fair that she and Sokka had been forced to grow up before they had a chance to be young, that they’d been robbed of their childhood before they’d had time to be a child.

And Aang… Well, the world was cruelest to the kindest, wasn’t it?

It wasn’t fair that Aang had been the one to discover Monk Gyatso’s skeleton. It wasn’t fair that his entire people, every Air Nomad had been slaughtered a century ago and that he’d been forced to experience such an incomprehensible loss all at once. It wasn’t even fair that he was the Avatar, that the responsibility of stopping the war and saving the world was solely his to bear.

And even if that responsibility didn’t have to be his and his alone, Katara could tell Aang would make it so. Because that was simply how he was. He was hope incarnate, kind, unabashedly good - and Katara prayed the war wouldn’t strip him to the bone.

Waterbenders rose with the moon, hence why Katara was awake in the dead of night when she knew she should have been sleeping. The sky was clear. She couldn’t say the same for her mind.

Sokka had wrapped himself tightly in his sleeping bag, his lips parting ever so often to release a quiet snore, a sound that was usually annoying but now provided her at least a semblance of normalcy to life in the South Pole. The lemur - Momo, she was pretty sure he’d been dubbed - was curled up at Aang’s feet, while Aang himself lay snuggled into Appa’s side. His eyebrows were furrowed with an odd intensity that she wasn’t used to seeing on his face, and she absentmindedly wondered what he might be dreaming about.

Of course, just because she wondered didn’t mean she would die if she didn’t know, but the universe had a funny way of thrusting things upon her.

“No,” Aang murmured, rolling flat onto his back, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. “No. Gyatso…”

Katara noticed a slight breeze picking up through their makeshift campsite, and she pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders.

“Gyatso… I’m sorry. No - please, no!”

Katara’s eyes widened as she realized the wind was only getting stronger - and that its gradual increase seemed to be in perfect synchronization with Aang’s distressed mumbling. Was he going to enter the Avatar state?! Spirits, she didn’t know.

Okay. She needed to think rationally. She - She could do her best to calm him down and make sure their camp didn’t get blown away by Aang’s dream-induced bending. Yes, that was her plan. And hopefully she’d avoid waking Sokka up in the process.

“Aang?” she whispered, crawling over to him and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Aang, you need to wake up.”

He didn’t seem to hear her, his eyes still stiffly clenched shut. Momo had moved, too, having been woken up by the newfound breeze stirring around the camp. He was chittering next to Aang’s head, though the additional noise again seemed ineffective as the wind only picked up further. It was amazing how Sokka was sleeping through it all.

“Aang!” Katara tried again, raising her voice and trying to lightly shake his shoulder. “Aang, you’re going to blow away the camp! Wake up!” She was exaggerating, maybe, though the wind had increased to the point where her braid was starting to whip around over her shoulder. “Aang, please!”

“I’m sorry,” Aang whispered, and Katara’s heart skipped a beat before she realized he hadn’t been speaking to her. “It’s my fault, Gyatso. They’re all gone.”

Katara’s heart proceeded to drop into her stomach as what he was dreaming about finally clicked in her mind. “Oh, no,” she breathed. She redoubled her efforts to wake him, no longer caring if Sokka accidentally woke up, too, in the process. “It’s just a dream, Aang! It’s not” - spirits, it was real, she couldn’t lie to him - “You’re with Sokka and I now! We aren’t at the air temple anymore. Please, wake up!”

With one final shake, Aang sat bolt upright, and the wind that had been swirling around him like the beginnings of a tornado was suddenly blasted outwards, and Katara couldn’t stop the yelp that escaped her lips as she found herself literally being blown violently across the camp.

“Katara!” Aang cried, his eyes still hazy with sleep but rapidly clearing. He jumped to his feet, reaching out before pulling his hands back towards him. The air obeyed, and Katara breathed a quiet sigh of relief as she was slowly lowered back to the ground in front of Aang.

For a moment, neither spoke, both simply staring at the other as they tried to get a grasp on everything that had transpired in the last minute and a half. At least that was what Katara found herself doing. Maybe Aang was still trying to fully wake up.

Then Sokka let out a particularly loud snore, and the quiet moment was shattered.

“I’m so, so sorry, Katara!” Aang apologized, his words tumbling out of him like a waterfall. “I haven’t - I haven’t bended in my sleep like that since I was - maybe five? I don’t know what happened!” He hesitated, then looked up at her with wide, concerned eyes. “Are you okay?”

And if Katara’s heart fluttered, she ignored it.

“I’m fine,” she reassured him, sitting next to Appa’s leg and taking one of her friend’s hands to gently pull him down to the ground beside her. “I’m more worried about you, Aang.” She released his hand, placing both of hers in her lap. “Do you want to talk about your dream?”

The color drained from Aang’s face. “What?”

This was harder than Katara thought it was going to be. “You were having some kind of nightmare,” she pressed on. “About Gyatso, and… the other Air Nomads?”

Aang stiffened at her words, breaking eye contact. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Aang…” She gave him as soft of a smile as she could muster. “You are incredibly talented at many things, but I don’t think lying is one of them.” She reached out to place her hand on top of his, wincing slightly as he pulled away. “It’s… It’s okay to feel sad, Aang. Today has been really hard and confusing for you” - her descriptions didn’t even begin to cover it, she knew - “and if you want to talk about it, then I’m here to listen.”

At first, Aang said nothing. Then he sighed. “I… can’t believe it’s been a hundred years.”

Katara couldn’t either, if she was honest. The idea of him surviving in an iceberg for a century was impossible for her to wrap her mind around.

“And… And now I’m the last airbender in the whole world,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “All of the other Air Nomads are gone because I wasn’t there to protect them when the Fire Nation kil-” He took a shuddering breath, cutting himself off. “I’m the Avatar. I should have been able to do something, saved someone -”

“Aang, no,” Katara said, horrified by the thought that he’d blame himself for the death of the Air Nomads. “The Fire Nation, Fire Lord Sozin - they’re the ones to blame for…” Spirits, she couldn’t even bring herself to articulate the atrocity that had been committed. “For what happened to the Air Nomads. Not you. There was nothing you could have done, Aang, except…” Except die with them, she realized. And then… there would have been no hope at all.

She would never have met him, either.

“It’s not your fault, okay?” she finished. “And - And maybe there are still airbenders left!” Even if they hadn’t been seen in over a hundred years, who was to say that they hadn’t gone into hiding? Blending in among other nations? She herself still held out hope that waterbenders besides her from the Southern Water Tribe were still alive, maybe in the Earth Kingdom or even with the Northern Tribe.

There was a heaviness to Aang’s shoulders that told her he didn’t believe her words, but he didn’t argue, either. “The monks taught me that happiness is a choice,” he finally said, his fists clenching in his lap as his expression grew steely. “I’m the Avatar. That means I can’t let myself be weighed down by what happened a hundred years ago. I have to master the other three elements so I can end this war and save everyone, but I - I can choose to seek joy during my journey, too.”

Although he sounded almost as if he was reciting a creed or a mantra, Katara knew his words were sincere. Just from his one assertion she couldn’t help but be reminded of how the Air Nomads were the most enlightened of the four nations, or so Gran Gran had told her when she was little. Of all people, Aang deserved to feel devastated. He had suffered a loss greater than the world could comprehend. He should have been the angriest, bitter and driven for revenge more than anyone else - and yet here he was, still determined to choose forgiveness, to seek happiness from it all. Even so…

“The monks were very wise,” Katara mused after a pause. “But… I don’t think there’s any shame in feeling grief, either.” When her mother had died… sometimes Katara felt like the worst thing she’d done to herself was immediately stepping into her mother’s shoes. Maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so much if she’d given herself more time to breathe. To mourn. To feel.

Aang’s gaze hardened. “I’m the Avatar,” he repeated. “My duty is first and foremost to the world. I’m not letting anyone else down.”

And if Katara’s heart shattered, she ignored it.

What could she say? How could she possibly remind him that he didn’t have to bear that burden alone? That she and Sokka were his family now? How could she help lift a century-old weight from his shoulders, a weight equivalent to tens of thousands of lives?

How could she comfort her new friend?

“I want you to make me a promise, Avatar Aang,” Katara whispered. This time, when she placed her hand on top of his, he didn’t pull away. “When this is all over, when the war is won… Promise me that you’ll grieve.” He needed to let himself feel - grief, anger, pain, relief. Whatever emotions he needed to process, she wanted to be certain that he wouldn’t bottle them up for the rest of his life.

It was undoubtedly advice she needed to take for herself, too.

Aang hesitated, then gave her a small smile. “Okay. I promise.”

Katara breathed a quiet sigh of relief. “Good.” She let go of his hand. “Now, I think we both need to get some rest. We have a long day of travelling ahead of us tomorrow.”

Aang laughed, and spirits if Katara wasn’t relieved to hear that sound. “Yeah. You’re right.” He snuggled back up against Appa, but not before giving her another grateful smile. “Thank you, Katara.”

She could do nothing but return his smile with one of her own. “You’re welcome, Aang.”

And while he drifted off into a more peaceful slumber than before, Katara remained awake, still energized by the bright glow of the moon. Perhaps when Aang mastered waterbending he’d be able to join her.

Spirits, it wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair that Aang had been given no time to grieve. It wasn’t fair that his mourning was ancient history for everyone else. It wasn’t fair that no one else could ever come close to understanding his loss, because spirits knew all she wanted to do was help ease his pain.

Aang was so, so strong. And she desperately wished he didn’t have to be.

They were just kids. All of them. Even Sokka could hardly be considered an adult. No, it wasn’t fair, it never had been and never would be, but… It was reality.

The word left a bitter taste in her mouth. 

At the same time… Katara believed Aang could save the world. It was a conviction stronger than anything she’d ever felt before, and she was determined to do everything in her power to make sure he was given the chance. As long as Aang was there… The future looked bright - didn’t it?

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continue reading on AO3 for bumi’s, sokka’s, toph’s, zuko’s, suki’s, and katara’s (again!) povs :D this bitch is 14k and i didn’t want to kill anyone’s dash lmao hence why i’ve only put katara’s first pov here.

[yuthoe]

aaa okay so looked at the rules and could you do their idol crush admitting that they’re their type but with yuto, wooseok and kino? 🥺

HELLO, I FINALLY DID IT, SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT.It’s almost 4AM here and I wanted to get this out in case I become unproductive again when I wake up. I was halfway through Kino’s part when I realized the reader should be gender-neutral, oops. It’s too late for me to edit it again right now, so it’s gonna stay like that. I’ll take care next time, tho.

WARNINGS: none. WORD COUNT: 842, 971, 632.

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Yuto

“Yuto-ya,” Hui called from his spot on his tiny couch in Yuto’s studio. It’s one of his rare days-off, but he isn’t in the mood to go into the city, and staying in the dorm is too boring since everyone else is busy with their other stuff. So he just decided to tag along with Yuto to his studio and listen to him make some songs. He might even sneak in a nap or two since he hasn’t been sleeping well later—but all thoughts of sleep fly out the window as soon as he sees on his phone a newly uploaded video starring you, known in Pentagon as Yuto’s crush. “Yuto-ya, come here!” he says, tossing the stuffed teddy bear at the boy sitting by the computers.

The toy hits Yuto square in the head and he jumps, turning the seat around in confusion. “What is it, hyung?”

Hui turns the phone so the screen is visible to Yuto. “Isn’t this Y/N?”

A quick glance and, yes, it’s you. Yuto likes to think he can find you in a crowd, no matter how many hairstyle changes you gave or how much you try to blend in with your clothes, but that just comes off kind of creepy. He has watched a lot of your interviews; and you have a lot of them, being a big figure in a famous idol group. He’s just so captivated by your range, your stage presence… It just gets him breathless whenever he sees you perform.

Your group is in the middle of a comeback right now, and Yuto has been religiously keeping up with any promotional material for your group that’s been coming up, but he’s just been super focused on his music today that the only thing that shocked him out of the haze was the teddy bear thrown at his head. Yuto stares at the tiny phone screen for a second longer before getting off the office chair and squishing beside Hui on the couch that isn’t really made for someone of his size.

The video continues playing as his leader turns up the volume. Your group is sat on swivel bar chairs in a white studio set. Gosh, you look radiant, as always. The pleasantries are over and the topic has gone to the announcement your company made about being able to date openly. Yuto isn’t lying that there was a tiny spark of hope that lit up inside him when he first heard of the news. But of course, that was just wishful thinking, since he doesn’t think you actually know him anyway. Sure, you may have heard of Pentagon the group, but there isn’t as big a chance of you taking an interest in him.

Being seated on the farthest chair from the hosts, your answer is saved for last. The other members of your group dodged the question by saying they weren’t really looking to date anyone or dropping names like J.Seph from KARD or Vernon from Seventeen being their ideal type of guy. You take a second or two more to think about your answer and say, “I’d like to get to know Yuto from Pentagon more.”

“Oooohhh,” the hosts exclaim. “He’s one of the rappers isn’t he?” one of them asks.

“Yes,” you say politely, smiling. Yuto isn’t sure if you’re actually red in the face or if that’s just the blush on your cheeks. “I really like the flow of his raps, and his voice is really nice.”

“Ahh, so you’re saying you like tall guys, yes?” the other host teases.

You laugh, slightly embarrassed. “I guess? I don’t really have a type, but Yuto was the first person to pop into my head who I am really interested in and would like to get to know.”

The hosts nod in approval, and your group members seated around you slap you playfully for admitting something like that.

Hui releases a high-pitched siren sound and playfully slaps Yuto playfully on the arm with his free hand. “Do you hear that, Yuto? Seems they like you, too. I wonder if we can go to one of their recordings for this comeback, hmm… Or maybe if our comebacks coincide you can talk to them then, huh?...” Hui continues to rattle off possibilities of Yuto getting into contact with you.

Meanwhile Yuto is still staring at the screen, frozen. The video continues to play, but he isn’t registering anything. Did you really just say, out loud, with a mic on, that you want to get to know him more? Like, he isn’t hallucinating that? Those words really came out of your mouth?

His chest is tight. It burns, but it’s also light. Yuto can’t put into words the feeling. Your sentiments are intangible, and there weren’t even any promises of actually going through with meeting up or exchanging numbers…

But it made him giddy. Indescribably happy.

He lets slip the tiniest of smiles as he continues watching the video and Hui mutters to himself about possible get-togethers with your groups.

Kino

It’s been a habit of Kino lately to listen to podcasts when he gets back to the dorm, as a way to unwind after a busy day. Not because he listens to them (although he does find time to listen and pay attention some other time), but the sound of amicable voices in the sometimes empty dorm is a comforting presence.

One of the podcasts he’s been listening to lately is called Ladies’ Room. His sister told him to listen to one of the episodes, and he found the discussions fun and educational, so he decided to just follow it and he’s updated with the latest one. So when a notification pops up on his phone about a new episode with a special guest, he immediately blasted it on his Bluetooth speaker.

“Hey, guys! This is Soo Ri and you’re listening to Ladies’ Room,” the host’s voice, like a droplet of water falling into a crystal clear puddle, slithers out from the speaker. “Today, we’re talking about love and relationships with a very special guest… idol-slash-actor-slash model, Y/N!”

“Hello, everybody!” you say, in a sweet cadence like a breeze rustling windchimes.

Kino almost drops the container of microwavable tteokkbokki he’s holding and looks at his phone, scandalized, as if it personally offended him. Obviously, it wouldn’t be a stretch for you to guest in podcasts, and even less of a stretch for you to guest-host this particular podcast, but Kino is still surprised. He can’t deny that it feels nice to know that he found you so unexpectedly.

Kino can’t remember when he started taking an interest on you. There was just one time when everytime he turned on the TV he would see your face—in a commercial, a variety show, a drama, that he finally decided to check you out. And from the first music video he clicked, he was hooked on you. Your way with words, your voice, your personality all just made him really want to know you more.

He doesn’t call it a crush, although to Yuto and Wooseok, the only two other people who know about his fanaticism, it comes off that way in droves. He shakes his head and finally unfreezes, putting the tteokbokki in the microwave to heat up. His ears automatically pick up the conversation.

“I know you must be really annoyed and fed up by questions like these, since I watch a lot of your interviews and the hosts ask about it a lot,” Soo Ri begins. “But what’s your stance on ideal types—like your ideal guy, or girl—and do you have one yourself?”

“Aahh, yeah, I do get questions like that sometimes, but they’re in different contexts, so I don’t really mind them.” Kino thinks that’s a polite answer and mentally claps. He hears you take a deep breath before saying, “I don’t think having an ideal type is realistic, though. I mean, that’s what ‘ideal’ means: it’s your idea of perfection, the best. I guess it could be like a blueprint for what you want in a partner, but I don’t think it’s possible for you to be able to tick off all those boxes.”

“Oh, yeah, I get what you’re saying. That’s a really good point.”

“As for my ideal type…” You hum, seeming deep in thought, but not enough to cause dead air. “It’s not really an ‘ideal’ type,” Kino can almost hear the air quotation marks when you said the word and it makes him smile, “but Kino from Pentagon has a lot of the qualities I like in someone.”

By now, Kino had taken his food from the microwave and taken a bite. He freezes with a mouth stuffed with tteokbokki. The spicy soup stinging his lips assures him that he is definitely awake and definitely not dreaming. Did she just—?

“Yeah,” he hears, desperately trying to tune back into the conversation. “He has a very bubbly and fun personality. He’s humble and loves his members and his fans. He’s also very good at what he does—I’ve listened to some of his stuff on SoundCloud, and they’re really good,” you say, and Kino thinks he should probably start chewing before he chokes on the rice cakes. “I mean, his dancing is excellent, his voice is so nice, and he’s also super cute.”

At this, you and Soo Ri both laugh conspiratorially, as if sharing a secret only between you two, as if this podcast isn’t going to be uploaded somewhere anyone who has access to the Internet can listen to, somewhere Kino can access at a moment’s notice.

Kino’s sure his face is as red as the tteokbokki soup right now. Literally no one can see because he’s the only one in the kitchen, but his face is on fire. He continues chewing and stuffing the rice cake strips into his mouth as he spirals into a crisis. His idol crush actually likes him back? He doesn’t think you actually like him, but you did say that there’s some aspects of him you like. That’s kind of similar, right? Right?

The whine comes out garbled from his full mouth. On one hand, he feels way lighter, bouncier, more energetic at knowing that the idol he likes knows about his existence and that she actually likes things about him and openly talked about it on a podcast, oh my goodness is this really real, like no one is messing with me right now?

So Kino sits there, lost in thought as he continues spearing food with his chopsticks, thinking. About how to reach you, maybe get your number, maybe propose a tiny collaboration? Maybe? About how he’s going to act in front of you in the off-chance that you do meet, as you and Soo Ri continue chatting in the background.

Wooseok

He can’t help stealing glances at you—you look really good in this comeback, and it takes everything for Wooseok to not be too conspicuous and focus on the interview that coincidentally has Pentagon and your group as guests. He’d like to think it’s a dream, but really, it feels more like a nightmare because he’s seated right next to you and his members literally won’t stop looking back and giving him mischievous smiles, or turning their chairs towards your group and making small talk, trying to drag him into the conversation and he feels like a fool because he seems incapable of replying with more than two-syllable words.

And it somehow gets worse during the segments. Not that the hosts are bad—they’re really good hosts. It’s just that there’s a segment where they read selected fan mail, so they would all have to answer it because they don’t really want to disappoint the fans by deflecting. The first few were harmless: what food they like eating during summer, if you were an animal what would you be? But then it went from zero to 100 real quick as the third question is read by your group’s leader, “Which idol is your ideal type?”

Everyone can’t help but make exclamations, oohs and ahs as they think of an appropriate answer. The hosts are gracious and give everyone ten seconds or so to come up with their answers before coaxing out some people’s. Eventually the line snaked to you and you timidly replied, “Wooseok-sunbae,” while avoiding his eyes.

If Wooseok could see himself in a mirror, he would see his eyes bug out and threatening to pop from their sockets, mouth desperately pursing to prevent the huge smile forming on his face. He doesn’t know how to react—what should he do, Cube didn’t train them for this. He needs help and Shinwon keeps slapping his thigh and arm like that isn’t the most obvious thing to do when they’re being filmed.

He can tell you’re embarrassed. You’re facing the hosts, your back to Wooseok, though he’s assuming your face is super red right now, and it’s not because of the blush. He kind of just wants this to be over so you can have a reprieve, but the hosts (being hosts), ask you to elaborate.

“Um, he’s a really great rapper, and he seems really caring,” you say softly. “I watched a program with him once taking care of his cats, and I thought it was really cute.” Wooseok recalls that show and his chest loosens slightly at the mention of it, touched that you remember that tiny segment he did. He really loves his cat, and he’s not gonna admit it, but he likes that your takeaway from the program is that he looks cute playing with tiny animals.

“Ooh, yes, we love guys who are nice to animals,” one of the hosts says, and turns directly to Wooseok. “Wooseok-sshi, since she mentioned you, we’ll leave you for last, okay? So we can properly build up the hype for the viewers back at home.” The boy nods; at least this gives him time to think of nice things to say to you amidst the flurry of thoughts running through his head at the moment.

He imagines talking to you after filming is over and exchanging numbers. He imagines hanging out with you if you have any free time. He imagines maybe doing a small collaboration with you, wishes it were possible. The images he conjures up make him smile, even if he is still kind of embarrassed—he was never one of the cucumber-cool members of the group—but he decides that since you threw yourself off the boat, he might as well throw himself off and join you.

[btsqualityy]

BTS Toddler Series #31: Jealousy

Kim Seokjin

“Auntie,” Berkeley called as she ran up to you as you all sat backstage in the arena that the members were performing in.

“Yeah Berk?” You smiled as you looked down at her.

“Can you draw with me?” She asked and you nodded your head.

“Of course, come on,” you said as you walked with her over to the small corner that was filled with activities for all of the toddlers to do. You lowered yourself onto the ground and she sat next to you as you grabbed two blank sheets of paper for the two of you to draw on. You both grabbed some markers and went to work on drawing, a comfortable silence hanging between you two.

“Mommy?” Kaiden called and you looked up, watching as he sat up on the couch and rubbed the sleep from his nap out of his eyes.

“Hey Kade,” you smiled. 

“Can we cuddle?” He asked, still not entirely awake. 

“I’m drawing with Berk right now sweetie,” you said. “You can come draw with us though, if you want to.” Kaiden then just laid back down on the couch and you didn’t really think anything of it since you assumed that he was just gonna go back to sleep, so you refocused your attention back on your drawing. It wasn’t until you heard soft crying that you looked back over at the couch.

“Kade?” You called, getting up from the floor and walking over and sitting down on the couch next to him. “Baby, why are you crying?”

“Mommy doesn’t want to cuddle me,” he sniffled as he turned his head to look up at you. “Wanna play with Berk instead.”

“Aw baby, come here,” you said and Kaiden sat up and moved over into your lap. “I was playing with Berk before you woke up from your nap, and it wouldn’t have been nice to just leave her alone, right?”

“I guess,” Kaiden muttered and you chuckled lightly, knowing that he was just sleepy and jealous and that’s why he was acting like this.

“That doesn’t mean that Mommy doesn’t wanna cuddle,” you assured him as you wiped his face free of tears. “I’ll always wanna cuddle with you, ok?”

“Ok Mommy,” he nodded and you pressed a kiss to his hair before hugging him tightly.

Min Yoongi

“I love you Y/N-ah,” Yoongi murmured as he moved from on top of you and laid next to you, leaving a kiss on your bare shoulder.

“I love you more Yoongs,” you whispered, turning onto your side to face him completely. “We never get to do that in the mornings anymore, not since Kins is usually in bed with us.”

“I know. Lucky for us she slept in her bed last night huh?” Yoongi smirked before pressing another kiss to the side of your neck. Suddenly, there was a knock on your bedroom door.

“Speak of our little bed creeper,” you chuckled before turning and looking over your shoulder. “Come on in Kins.” The door then opened all of the way, Kinsley toddling inside with her over-sized BTS t-shirt on.

“Hey baby girl,” Yoongi smiled softly as he reached over and helped Kinsley up onto the bed. “How’d you sleep?”

“Ok,” Kinsley whispered as she climbed over Yoongi’s body and settled in between the two of you. Yoongi reached over and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. Kinsley saw this, however and grabbed Yoongi’s hand, pulling it away from yours and holding it to her chest with both of her hands.

“Ok rude,” you scoffed, making Yoongi chuckle as he looked down at Kinsley.

“Is someone feeling a little jealous?” Yoongi cooed and Kinsley just turned and hid her face in his chest.

“Even though I’m feeling a little slighted right now, I can’t even deny how cute this is,” you laughed, making Yoongi do the same.

Kim Namjoon

“Y/N-ah?” Namjoon called out as he slowly opened the door to your bedroom, a smile overcoming his face when he saw you.

“Joon?” You said as you opened your eyes and looked towards the door, gasping softly when you realized it was him. “Joon!” You threw the cover off of your body and jumped out of the bed, running over to him and literally jumping up into his arms.

“I see that someone missed me,” he chuckled as he hugged you tightly. 

“Of course I did,” you cooed before pulling your face out of his neck to look at him. “I hate it when you go on business trips for the group.”

“Well, I’m back now jagi,” he smiled and you wasted no time in pressing your lips to his. Namjoon carried you over to the bed, setting you down on the mattress before climbing on top of you.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered against your lips.

“Missed you more,” you replied.

“Mommy? Daddy?” You heard Mason call out and Namjoon quickly moved from on top of you and you both looked towards the door.

“Hey Mase,” you smiled, trying to act like everything was normal. “Look who’s home.”

“Hi buddy,” Namjoon said and Mason walked over to the bed and climbed up, hugging Namjoon tightly. “I missed you.”

“Missed you too Daddy,” Mason replied and when Namjoon released him from the hug, Mason immediately moved over to you and climbed onto your lap and laid his head in your neck.

“What’s wrong baby?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I think he was j-e-a-l-o-u-s of seeing us k-i-s-s-i-n-g jagi,” Namjoon spelled out with a smile and your eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Aww, Mommy has enough kisses for you too Myungie,” you cooed, taking a second to press a kiss to the side of his head.

Jun Hoseok

“Thanks for watching him for us Y/N and Hobi,” your brother said as he stood next to the front door.

“No problem,” you smiled as you helped your nephew put on his shoes. “I loved having one of my favorite boys here today.”

“And he was an angel,” Hobi added as he gave your brother a knowing look, making him laugh. 

“Good. Well, we gotta get home now,” your brother said. “Tell your auntie bye bye.”

“Bye,” your nephew pouted as he hugged you tight.

“Bye sweetie,” you said before kissing him on the cheek. “Make sure you come back to visit us again soon, alright?”

“I will!” He nodded.

“See you later guys,” Hobi chuckled as he opened the door and watched your brother and nephew walk out of the house.

“Have you seen the kids?” You asked Hobi after he had shut the front door. 

“Not in a while no,” he admitted. “Len! Princess!” He called and a few seconds passed before they walked into the front hall where the front door was.

“Hey, where have you two been?” Hobi asked them.

“In our room,” Berkeley answered and you noticed the looks on their faces.

“Are you two ok? You look sad,” you observed.

“We are sad,” Lennox replied. “You didn’t play with us today, only Y/N/N.”

“Oh babies,” you sighed, not even having realized that you had been that preoccupied with your nephew that you ignored them. “Come here,” you said as you kneeled down on the floor and opened your arms, waiting until they both walked over to you and leaned against you.

“I still love the both of you, I was just trying to spend some time with your cousin too, that’s all,” you explained. 

“Are we more fun than Y/N/N?” Berkeley asked, making you laugh.

“Definitely, but don’t tell him I said that, ok?” You asked and they both nodded while giggling. “I love you both, ok?”

“Love you too mommy,” Lennox replied and you hugged them both close to your chest.

Park Jimin

“Hey hey,” you called as you walked into the studio. Jimin looked up and smiled softly, walking over to you and kissing you gently.

“Thank God you’re here,” he huffed after he pulled away from your lips.

“Why, what happened?” You asked and Jimin was about to reply when Noah squealed loudly.

“Mommy!” He exclaimed, standing up from where he had been playing with Kinsley and running over to you. You caught him, picking him up and setting him on your hip.

“Hi baby,” you smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and he then laid his head against your shoulder, burrowing his face in your neck. 

“He’s been a little j-e-a-l-o-u-s,” Jimin sighed and you looked up at him in surprise.

“Really? Him?” You said as you nodded down towards Noah.

“Yeah. I was c-u-d-d-l-i-n-g with K-i-n-s and he lost his s-h-i-t,” Jimin explained. 

“Aww Noey,” you cooed, hugging him tighter to you. “Was someone mad at Daddy for cuddling with someone else?”

“Daddy only cuddle with me and Mommy,” Noah muttered. 

“Well, you heard it from the source,” you shrugged with a smile on your face.

“Y/N-ah, come on,” Jimin sighed. “You know that’s not fair.”

“I’m kidding Jimin-ssi,” you laughed. “Noah, you know that Daddy loves you and your cuddles, right?” You said and Noah nodded slowly. “And Daddy gives such good cuddles, shouldn’t he share them with other people too?” 

“Y-yeah,” Noah agreed hesitantly. “Sorry Daddy.”

“Aw, it’s ok mini me,” Jimin grinned, proud of the fact that Noah had apologized unprompted and even though he really didn’t need to. Jimin held his hands out and you passed Noah off to him, watching with a smile as Jimin kissed Noah’s nose and then hugged him close.

Kim Taehyung

“Hey, I’m home!” Taehyung announced as he walked through the front door of the house, shutting the door behind him once he was inside. 

“Hi Tae,” you smiled as you walked up to him and waited until he took his shoes off to hug him. “How was your day?”

“Long,” he huffed as he squeezed you tightly. “It also doesn’t help that I couldn’t stop thinking about my beautiful wife all day.”

“Was it me you were thinking about or what we did this morning before you left?” You wondered with a giggle as you pulled back to look at him.

“Not gonna lie, a little of both,” he shrugged, making you roll your eyes playfully. 

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you either,” you admitted with a small smile. Tae just responded by leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours firmly. You moaned lightly, setting your hands on the sides of his neck and holding him close to you. Suddenly, you felt a hand tapping your thigh repeatedly.

“Hey,” Spencer whined as you and Taehyung pulled away from each other and looked down at her.

“Hi Munchkin,” Tae grinned widely, reaching down and picking her up. Spencer immediately wrapped her little arms around her Daddy’s neck and held onto him.

“Oh my gosh,” you laughed, not all surprised that Spencer was acting like that.

“What?” Taehyung asked.

“She was jealous of seeing us kissing,” you said.

“No need to be jealous Munchkin,” Taehyung cooed. “Daddy can give you and Mommy kisses.”

Jeon Jungkook

“Oh my gosh Kook, come look,” you squealed as you leaned over into the baby’s stroller. You, Jungkook, and Ava had been having a family day and were walking around in downtown Seoul, when you ran into a woman who was pushing a stroller with one of the cutest babies that you had ever seen inside.

“Look at her chubby little hands,” Jungkook chuckled as he let the baby grab onto his finger.

“She is beautiful,” you cooed as you looked up at the woman who had been pushing the stroller.

“Thank you so much,” her mother said. You and Jungkook fussed over the baby for a few more minutes, saying goodbye to her and her mother afterwards.

“Alright, are you getting hungry Ave?” You asked her as the three of you continued to walk down the street. “We could get lamb skewers.”

“Yeah,” Ava shrugged and both you and Jungkook looked down at her because of the tone of voice she had used.

“What’s wrong Angel?” Jungkook questioned and Ava pouted.

“Am I beautiful too Daddy?” She wondered and your eyes widened because you immediately knew why she asked that question.

“Of course you are Angel,” Jungkook confirmed.

“Just like the baby?” She asked and you sighed heavily. You kneeled down so that you were level with Ava and grabbed her hands and held them in yours.

“Ava, just because we thought that baby was beautiful, that doesn’t mean that we don’t think you’re beautiful too,” you explained. 

“Really?” She whispered.

“Absolutely,” Jungkook agreed as he kneeled down as well. “We’ll always think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“Noo,” she sing songed. “Mommy too.”

“Thanks Ave,” you laughed before kissing her cheek, making Jungkook follow suit and press one to her opposite cheek as well.

“Can we get skewers now?” Ava asked and you and Jungkook both nodded before the three of you continued to walk down the street.

[hystericalweenie]

Just Another Day at the Office Series - New On the Job

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part Five: The Morning After

Masterlist

Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n was job searching, looking for a new place to work as an escape to her, then, current job; she’d been denied every pitch she had, yet she worked her ass off with zero recognition. Writing was her passion and her dream job laid in the hands of a magazine company in the city. Will the combination of her sexual frustration and her competitive nature cause her to risk her biggest dream for a blue eyed coworker?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! Sorry this was late compared to my daily uploading, I’ve been very busy these past few days!

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s some sexual! tension! up! in! here!

I opened my eyes to my dark bedroom. The darkness of dawn leaked through my curtains, reminding me of the misery that was Monday. I hadn’t slept well that night, too many butterflies in my stomach disrupting my slumber. George’s head rested on my chest, his cheek in contact with my revealed skin. He’d been restless, switching into many positions that night, but as soon as his head hit my chest and his arms slung around me, he didn't move a single muscle. I brushed my fingers through his hair, twirling around some strands. I heard him release a deep breath, before cuddling his head further into my chest as if it were a pillow. He reminded me of a child cuddling their mother after a nightmare in this moment, and I was grateful I was able to see another side of him, an innocent and youthful side to him.

I felt his fingers drum against my sides, notifying me that he was awake. I smiled, removing my fingers from his scalp.

“Don’t stop,” he mumbled against my chest, his voice soft and raspy.

My cheeks flushed as I brought my fingers back to his scalp, earning a delightful moan from him. My eyes widened at the noise, my mind immediately swimming in filthy thoughts, but I quickly forced them away, because it was certainly not the time for intimacy; he needed a friend to be there for him, and I was that friend.  

We laid there for a while in silence, my fingers tangling and untangling themselves in his locks, as I felt his warm breath against the skin of my chest. After these moments of bliss, my alarm on my phone went off, causing me to jump at the sudden interruption. I quickly grabbed my phone and turned the damned thing off, tossing it on the floor without a single worry. I quickly returned my fingers to his hair, as if nothing had interrupted our moment.

“As much as it hurts me to say this,” he spoke up, his raspy voice introducing itself to me again. “You need to go to work today, love.”

I groaned, watching as my fingers worked through the effortless blond waves.

“What if I just don’t go?” I suggested, my voice dry with exhaustion.

He lifted his head, turning it toward me as his chin rested on my chest, his eyes looking up at me. His lip had already started scabbing over, and his black eye looked more violet today, signifying that his face was beginning to heal. With his messy hair, his eyelids swollen with sleep, and his eyes looking up at me so innocently, my heart practically jumped out of my chest.

“Love,” he cautioned, his eyebrows knitting together.

My cheeks caught on fire at the way the word rolled off his lips so naturally, yet intimately. Love. I repeated it over and over in my head. I subconsciously pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as I stared down at him, absorbing his features as long as I could. I sighed, ending the moment, and removing my fingers from his hair.

“I need to, uhm, get ready,” I stammered, looking down at him.

He rolled himself off of me, reminding me of what it felt like without the weight of a six foot tall man sprawled on top me. I stood up from the mattress, stretching my body–moaning a little too loudly while doing so–and walking toward my bedroom door. I turned around, watching as George stayed in my bed with his hands behind his head, observing me.

“Do you want coffee or breakfast?” I offered, as he stared back at me.

“Are you going to cook me breakfast?” he joked, cracking a grin.

I rolled my eyes at the man.

“Coffee, it is,” I called, exiting the bedroom, biting back the smile that threatened to make its way onto my lips.

I started the pot, leaning on the counter as I waited for the machine to spew the liquid. I heard footsteps, making me turn around. Bree yawned, her mouth mimicking a lion’s roar. I smiled at her blond hair sticking out in multiple directions, her morning frown greeting me as she got her favorite mug out of the cabinet.

“Can you get two mugs out for me?” I asked her mindlessly, my eyes focusing back on the coffee machine.

“Two? You mean, on–” she stopped herself, her head whipping to me with wide eyes.

I looked back at her expression, visibly trying to hide my smile, as her jaw dropped to the floor.

Is George in your bedroom? she mouthed to me, her hazel eyes as big as could be.

I nodded slowly, causing her to jump up and down, looking as happy as I’d ever seen her in the morning. She realized what she was doing, before pouring herself a mug of coffee and quietly slipping back into her bedroom, mouthing a sorry. I rolled my eyes playfully at the girl, pouring two mugs of my own.

“How do you take your coffee?” I called to the boy, as I opened the refrigerator to retrieve the creamer for myself.

“Black,” he answered, surprising me with the closeness of his voice.

I turned around, watching as he pulled a seat out for himself at the small kitchen table, before sitting himself down. I handed him the steaming mug, before adding cream and sugar to my own. Closing the refrigerator with my foot, I took a seat next to him and sipped on the hot morning bliss, ignoring how it burnt my tongue.

“Dean and I called out of work yesterday,” he spoke up. “We’re hoping to see if we can convince Andrew to go to rehab.”

I furrowed my eyebrows at him, worrying that his plan might cause a repeat of what’d happened the night before.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I proposed.

He nodded, taking another sip from his mug.

“Dean's there right now. He said that they’ve put him under some medications that’ll hold him off for a while.”

I reached my hand out, gently resting it on his shoulder as I looked at him with concern.

“I just want you to be okay,” I admitted, my eyes scanning over the bruised eye.

He put his hand over mine with a small smile, his eyes softening.

“Thank you, love. I mean it.”

The sounds of footsteps interrupted us, as Bree walked toward the refrigerator with a sheepish smile.

“I forgot cream,” she apologized.

I rolled my eyes at her, gesturing out toward the small blond girl.

“George, this is my roommate, Bree. Bree this is my, uhm...”

What was he? 

“Coworker,” George corrected, reaching his hand up to form a small wave to the girl. 

Was that all he thought he was to me? A coworker? My roommate and I exchanged anxious eyes, as if we were both thinking the same thing.

“I’m the guy that gave Y/n a place to crash that night at the bar,” he introduced, his tone sounding...almost, protective. 

Bree scratched the back of her neck, still feeling guilty.

“Yeah, thank you for that, by the way,” she looked at him sincerely. “I’m still upset with myself for doing that to her.”

I looked at her, shaking my head.

“It’s fine, I already told you,” I insisted, bringing my mug up to my lips and gulping the energizing liquid. I wrapped my hands around the mug before standing up from the chair. “I should probably go take a shower,” I announced.

“I should probably get going as well, I need to clean myself up and meet Dean at the hospital,” George informed me, standing up from his chair as well. 

“Do you need a ride?” I offered.

He shook his head.

“Nah, I drove here. Hopefully my car’s still outside, if it hasn't gotten towed yet,” he joked.

I nodded, making my way to my bedroom to grab the pool of clothes that sat on my floor, before he’d changed into the comfier fabrics. I returned back to the kitchen, holding them out with his shoes. 

“Don’t want to forget these,” I reminded him.

He nodded, taking the clothes and making his way to the door. I followed him quickly, catching his attention.

“Can I, uh, walk you to your car?” I asked sheepishly, chewing on my lip.

He cracked a small smile, nodding. We silently made our way down the stairs, just like we had when I led him to the apartment earlier; there were no sounds, except for the echoes of our footsteps. We walked outside, the cold air surprising my warm skin as I hissed. His car had been still parked against the sidewalk, a little further down from where I’d found him sitting the night before. Once we reached his car, he turned toward me.

“Thank you,” he told me sincerely. “You took very well care of me last night, when you had absolutely no reasoning to.”

I shrugged. “I owed you one.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, as he looked down at me with a concerned expression.

“Is that the only reason why you took care of me last night, no questions asked? Because you owed me a favor?” he interrogated.

I was shocked at his question, my cheeks heating up and my eyes widening in surprise. I looked up at him, chewing on the skin of my bottom lip before answering. What is the point of lying again, I asked myself. 

“I took care of you, because I wanted to,” I admitted. “When I saw the texts you sent me last night, I was so worried, I literally got my slippers on and ran out of the building as quickly as I could to find you.”

His eyebrows knitted together and his eyes softened, as he looked at me with admiration. 

“Y/n, I don’t think you’re aware of what you’re doing to me,” he confessed. 

I tilted my head in confusion, but he gave no further explanation. 

“Go knock ‘em dead at work. Text me at lunch?”

I blushed at his words of encouragement and the fact that he wanted me to text him on my lunch break. 

“Of course,” I promised him.

He reached for my hand, pressing his lips to the skin, before releasing it and entering the driver’s seat of his car. My body was frozen, completely paralyzed at the feeling of his lips against the back of my hand. He drove away, sending me a wink as he passed. And I stood there, on the pavement, looking like an idiot. I don’t think you’re aware of what you’re doing to me, what the hell did that mean?!

I was almost late to work, because of that man. But, I arrived just on time, staring across from me at the empty desk. I sighed, forcing my attention on the document of my pitch, memorizing what I’d say to Connie when the time came. I looked at the new articles that’d already come out that morning, reading for my own entertainment to pass the time before the meeting. 

Once the inevitable hour passed, I made my way toward the conference room, this time without my brunette pal as my guide. Luckily, I was able to find the room, and I sat myself down next to Faith. She greeted me with a small smile, as I reciprocated her action and stared at the entrance of the room with anticipation. As more workers piled in, Connie stifled in with her assistant, making the butterflies in my stomach much more existent. 

“Happy Monday everyone,” she greeted us, her voice monotone. 

Starting with the beauty and fashion editors like the last time, my anticipation was building more and more as she discussed along the tables of the writers and editors. As soon as her head turned towards me, my heart practically sank to my stomach, her emerald eyes intimidating me.

“Print journalists? How about we start with you, Y/n,” she announced.

I cleared my throat anxiously before speaking.

“I was thinking about conducting an experiment with CBD oil, since that’s such a trendy product right now in the media, and I could write about it,” I explained, trying to exude as much confidence as I could under her stare.

She nodded after I spoke.

“That’s a nice idea, I’m surprised no one’s come up with that yet,” she admitted. “Try to work with a sub-editor on this, come up with some deadlines, and email me after. Anyone else?”

I smiled proudly at how well that’d gone. I looked forward to telling George about my succession on lunch, as the meeting flew by. Once I’d gotten back to my desk, I emailed Dean as soon as my fingers hit the keyboard.

Dean, Hopefully you have your email on your phone, because if not, then I’ll have to find another sub-editor that I actually like. Anyway, I have this idea for an article and I need your help to discuss deadlines and all that. Email me back when you get this... or actually I’ll see you if you don’t see this until you’re back in the office.  Thanks. Y/n

I sent the email, keeping the tab open in case he’d respond. I began opening a document and writing an introduction/hypothesis to the experiment. I clicked back on the email tab, sighing in relief as I saw a notification from him.

Hi. Wifi’s shit where I am, so this might not send. What’s the experiment? What did Connie say about it? Also, you don’t need to be so proper sending emails to me. We sent memes to each other, remember?

I laughed, recalling the memory when he’d asked me for my email on my first day. I typed back immediately.

Message has been sent to me, though you’ve probably already figured that out by now. Experiment’s about trying CBD oil for the first time. Yes, I’m a millennial, how could you tell? Connie liked it, she said I should work closely with a sub-editor and email her all the details once we've finished coming up with deadlines. 

I waited for him to respond, going back to writing again. After a few minutes, I received the notification.

Lol. I'm glad everything went well with Connie. Do you think four days would be a realistic deadline? Maybe take two days to write and research while doing the experiment, then two days for me to edit it and work with the art team for designs for the article? We can come up with a word count later. I’ll be in the office tomorrow and we can discuss this further. Just email Connie the main things and try to pick up and try that cdb or whatever shit up today. Srry if this sounds rushed, I’m a little busy right now.

I felt bad for intruding on Dean, as he was probably taking care of his friend.

I’m sorry for intruding on your day, just do what you have to do and we’ll work on this tomorrow. Thank you for everything you were able to help me with.

I emailed Connie right away before starting my research. I took important notes, cited some quotes to important articles online, and included some of my own pre-knowledge as well. I, then, looked at some of the best CBD products on Amazon, before settling on a roll-on oil and ordering it to the apartment, paying extra for a one-day delivery. 

Once lunch had rolled around, I made a salad in the small cafeteria and ate at my desk, pulling my phone out while I ate.

Me: Had a pitch today, it went sooo well. How are things with you?

He responded almost instantly.

George: That’s fantastic, Y/n! We’re at a rehabilitation facility, staying here while Andrew gets checked in. After this, probably going to go out and buy some groceries for dinner, maybe get some more ingredients for a recipe I can teach you.

Me: I would love that! Would tonight work?

George: As long as it does for you x

George: I slept amazing last night, even in that tiny bed of yours. 

Me: You make it sound like I sleep on a twin mattress.

George: A full is almost like a twin, right?

George: Did you like my big bed better?

Me: Considering I don’t even remember sleeping in it, I’m not sure. Remember, I woke up in that bed with absolutely no recollection of that night whatsoever. 

George: You would love my mattress, it’d practically swallow you up.

You know what else I’d like to swallow me up... Stop it Y/n!

Me: Are you sure you’re okay? With the whole Andrew thing going on...

George: Being with you helps get my mind off of it, so I think tonight is a good idea. I can’t necessarily say I’m okay right now, but I will be. He realized that he has to get better, and he’s finally taking the step to do that, and that’s already much more progress.

Me: Okay... If I can at least take your mind off of things, then let’s make dinner a definite tonight. I’m here for you, George, however you need me.

Did that sound too vulnerable? I wasn’t sure, but the more time George and I spent together, the less I cared about taking risks. 

George: That means more to me than you’ll ever know, love. 

When I got home from work, I took a shower to freshen myself up–despite having already taken one in the morning–before dressing myself in a tight turtleneck top with high wasted jeans and a pair of my favorite heeled leather booties. I styled my hair in waves before leaving the house and, finally, receiving a text from George with his address. As I drove with anticipation, I wondered what he was wearing, and maybe I’d overdressed myself. As I approached the familiar apartment, I parked my car behind the building before letting him know I was there.

He welcomed me within minutes, leading me up to his apartment. He was dressed in jeans and a maroon sweater, the color going well with his skin tone and hair. I wondered what would happen that night, as we entered his cozy, yet luxurious apartment. 

But, I had no idea what that night had in store for me.

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if i had a soul to steal - twelve.

as always before we get started: thank you to my sun and stars @starseternalnighttriumphant​ (who happens to be sitting next to me) for literally being the only reason I get anything done and get things even a little organized. she helped me map out this chapter and part of the next and i don’t know what i would do without her. if you’re not following her - you should be, and you should be reading her fics by clicking here to go to her master list. my favorite is bad intentions because i’m a slut for rowan calling aelin Golden Girl.) anyway, lets jump right into it. 

It was late. A few hours past midnight and Rowan had finally succeeded in soothing Aelin to sleep after the shocking revelation that had shaken the both of them. Now, he stood in front of the conspiracy board she had so cleverly crafted with pictures and string and handwritten notes that were crumpled and smudged with ink. 

Rowan tried to imagine what it was like for his wife to have such thick blank spaces in her mind, massive walls of obsidian that kept her from remembering what had really happened to her. And to think she had killed someone. Rowan knew it had to have been with good reason— Aelin wasn’t a murderer, she was— 

A blood curdling scream had him flying to the bedroom. The gun at his side was drawn and pointed as he all but kicked down the door and swept the room but the only threat seemed to be whatever it was that Aelin thought she was seeing or hearing or feeling.  

“ROWAN!” Her eyes were wide and wild. The way she was screaming was raw and primal that whatever threat she perceived had to be shaking her to her absolute core. She screamed his name again, the sound inhuman. It was purely animal the way she was screaming for him, the way she was begging the invisible threat to let him go. That she would do anything, anything— 

“Fireheart,” he said as calm as he could, despite the flame roaring through his veins. Carefully, he placed his gun on the table and approached her, hands out in front of him defensively. “Love, I need you to listen to me. Can you hear me?” 

“Rowan?” Broken. Both syllables of his name were broken as she sobbed, and reached blindly in the direction of him. “Did he hurt you? What did he do? I said I would— I said —” she sobbed again when her hands touched his abdomen and her forehead fell to rest on his chest. The way she was speaking told him that she wasn’t here, not really. Aelin was somewhere else entirely, somewhere that he couldn’t pull her out of until she was released from the hold her mind had taken over her.

“Tell me what you see, love. Tell me what you hear.” Rowan took her face in his hands gently and tilted her head back to look at her, to really look at her. Devastation and exhaustion was written all over her features, features that were drained of color. Even her eyes— those brilliant Ashryver eyes— seemed dim and almost empty. This nightmare, this hallucination, whatever it was felt entirely like the real thing to her, he realized. “Can you see me?” She nodded, brow furrowing. “Tell me what you see. What you hear. And what you feel.”

“It’s cold. Sometimes it’s so hot that I can’t breathe but today it’s— can’t you feel how cold it is? I feel like I’m going to freeze to death,” her voice was barely a whisper, eyes following the trail of something Rowan could not see. Where he touched her arms, her hands, she was clammy. Her skin was cold and damp like her body was struggling to regulate itself. 

“The floor—”

“What kind of floor?” He hadn’t meant to cut her off but it could be important information.

“It’s concrete. It’s— I— it’s all concrete. You don’t see it?” Not as important as he would have liked, but she could believe that she was in the room he found her in. She was frowning again as her glassed-over eyes scanned the room, scanned what she knew to be hard and damp concrete when in reality she was kneeling on a soft mattress in the middle of their cabin in the woods. “It’s—”

But then she stopped talking and froze up completely, screamed Rowan’s name like she was about to lose him so he did the only thing he could think of that might possibly ground her. He grabbed her face and kissed her— a slow and sweet kiss that had her tight muscles melting under his touch. 

“I’ve got you, love. I’m here. We’re okay.”

“We’re— I’m going crazy,” she breathed, pressing her face into his neck and squeezing her eyes shut. A sob shuddered through her body. “I’m going out of my mind. I’m going absolutely insane and you were there Rowan, you were there but you weren’t there and I wasn’t here but I was here. What happens if I get stuck in the inbetween? What happens if I lose myself completely and can’t see my way out and you’re not around to pull me out of it? What happens then?”

Rowan didn’t have an answer, and he hated it. Hated that his wife, his love, was going through such unimaginable things. Hated that being pulled out of the tank seemed to be just the beginning when it came to her story and he so desperately wanted to just end it but he didn’t know how. There were no leads on who was doing this to her, every time she tried to remember a face it as just blank. There was nothing there, as if he had sawed his way into her memory and taken the most pertinent pieces that would lead to her innocence, that would lead to her being completely and truly free. 

~*~

It was a very specific fear to be scared of your own mind. To be trapped inside the cage that was your head, to not be able to escape the pain. She was a faerie trapped in an iron box, a prisoner in shackles. It was even worse when there were holes of time you couldn’t make up, holes of time where you had apparently murdered people, and not be able to remember even a second of it. 

Over and over she found herself asking how she would ever come back from this. How she could ever step out of the darkness, how she could ever bathe in sunlight when she was covered in layers of oil and grime from years in captivity. Tonight had only proved it, that she would wake to unspeakable things, that she should remember unspeakable things and feel them so vividly as if she were still locked twenty feet underground in a cement hole. 

How could she ever trust herself around Willow? How would she know that she wouldn’t hurt her if they slept in the same bed or napped on the couch? How could she ever trust herself to be a good mother when PTSD wrecked her so hard on a daily basis? That she tried to fight her own husband on occasion because she couldn’t tell fiction from reality? 

Aelin nuzzled her face into Rowan’s chest, breathing in the familiar scent of pine and snow, breathed him in until it grounded her where she lay in his arms. 

Her name was Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius.  They were in a cabin in the woods. Not unlike the cabin she had been kept in where she had been tortured and nearly drowned to death until Rowan had pulled her out. 

Aelin thrashed once in Rowan’s arms and his grip immediately tightened around her.

She was in a cement room, locked inside a tank. She had murdered at least one person. She was drowning in a tank. She had murdered a man. Blood, bright and sticky on her hands, smeared along the concrete— 

No. No. She was in a cabin. In the woods. With Rowan. Deep breath. In through her nose, out through her mouth. In through the nose and out through the mouth. Deep breath.

Her name was Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius. They were in a wood cabin in the woods just past the border of Terrasen and Adarlan. Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius was her husband. They had a daughter named Willow, who was the perfect mixture of the two of them. 

Her name was Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius and she would not be afraid. 

~*~

Nightmare after nightmare seemed to plague Aelin for the first two hours of sleep until she finally seemed to fall into a deeper state that allowed Rowan to relax. Half the night she thrashed in his arms, only for him to tighten his grip. He would not allow anything to hurt or harm her under his watch ever again. Not even her dreams. 

So when she whimpered and shook, he held her tighter, he kissed her brow, he whispered long forgotten songs into her ear that she loved so much until finally, hours later, she fell into a restful sleep. He knew because that damned wrinkle between her eyes was softened— not gone, but softened like it never was when she was awake these days. The wrinkles of her forehead weren’t present, she wasn’t frowning. The curve of her lips was almost happy, and he couldn’t help but press the softest of kisses to her mouth with an effort not to wake her. 

He failed, because her eyes fluttered until they opened, but she smiled and tilted her head back slightly in request for another kiss that he was more than willing to give her. When he pulled back she rubbed her eyes sleepily and turned to glance at the clock on the nightstand. 

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Her voice was gravelly, if a bit raw from screaming so much earlier. Rowan shifted and grabbed the last bottle of water from his side of the bed and handed it to her. She drank it all in almost one go. 

“I need to go into town for more supplies. I was going to wait until you woke up.” 

“You can go now. I’ll be okay,” she said, tucking her hands beneath her head and looking up at him with tired eyes. Rowan reached out and trailed his finger down the bridge of her nose, over the shape of her lip. When she caught it with her teeth, the laugh that he huffed out was involuntary. 

“I don’t want to leave you.” While your nightmares are so horrible was what he didn’t have to say, she likely knew it was what he meant. But she shrugged, waved a hand dismissively, and leaned forward to kiss him again. 

“I’ll be fine for a few hours,” she whispered against his lips. “And I will prove how good I am when you get back.” Desire spread through him and he kissed her again, deepening it by sweeping his tongue into her mouth and rolling on top of her but she shoved him off with a loud cackle. “I said when you get back you horny asshole.”

Rowan chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to the base of her throat and said, “We have years to make up for.” But he got out of bed anyway.

 It was early morning, and with the mist shrouding the woods he knew it would be a little chilly so he dressed to be warm, ending his ensemble with a beanie tugged low over his ears. Before he left, he leaned down to kiss her again but found her already sleeping, and instead left a kiss on her forehead, silently praying that good dreams would keep her safe until he returned. 

~*~

Being an hour away from the cabin while in town had started to drive him crazy, but they had been low on food and Aelin had guzzled the last bottle of water so supplies had been a desperate need. While down in the little village, Rowan grabbed food and water, first aid supplies, and even a few different changes of clothes and undergarments in the likelihood that they would need to do laundry at some point, but he didn’t want to have to spend money they didn’t need to at a laundromat. Rowan had hopes of getting her name cleared and taking her home before they became that desperate. 

Almost as soon as he drove through the clearing of trees he could tell something was wrong. 

Before he even had the car stopped he noticed the front door cracked open, knowing that Aelin wasn’t dumb enough to leave it open even if she just wanted fresh air. Open doors were easier to sneak into than closed ones, and regardless of why it was open now had ice freezing Rowan’s veins until his blood stopped pumping. 

He didn’t bother turning the car off, just threw it in park and ran inside. The fallen pine needles had him slipping on the terrain but he didn’t let it slow him down too much even when he nearly crashed onto the ground. A gun in each hand, he cleared the first room before bursting into the bedroom. Relief and fear flooded him all at once. 

For standing at the foot of the bed was Aelin, covered in blood and silent tears with a shaky gun pointed at Fenrys Moonbeam. 

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