#okay I’m getting out of here before the blue light from my phone burns me alive.

[niicevibe]

This is the first time I’m going to bed earlier than 4am in over three months.

AND

It’s not even 11 yet. I really am very proud of myself.

[laiiaaa]

Your writing is stunning! Can I request injured!reader and Carmy rushing to be by her side? god the idea of that man dropping everything to be with you....

this has been in my drafts for probably a year now. i forget why i was hesitant to post it. so here’s something for you all :)

“Hey, Cousin—”

“I’m in the middle ‘f something, not now, Richie—”

“Hey.” He raises his brows, gives that serious look that has Carmen’s head peeking over his shoulder because it’s so sharp he can feel it. “It’s your girl. You wanna take this.”

He gets nervous, then, heart beginning to race. Where’s his fuckin’ phone?

“Give it here,” he says, arm extended. Richie hands it over and slips out the door, shutting it to leave Carmen by himself in the office; it only makes hurt stomach lurch harder.

He lifts the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“. . . Carm?” Your voice is broken and wobbly, wrought with tears.

“Baby?” He doesn’t even think before he’s jumping out of his chair, tucking the phone between his jaw and shoulder while he scrambles to find his keys. “Baby, you there? Where are you?”

“I-I’m at the hospital, I tried calling you—”

“The hospital—?” His mind goes back to New York, back to that morning. “What—” He takes a deep breath. His jacket. Where the fuck is it? “Okay, you’re okay, I’m comin’ now, alright?” He storms out of the office toward the lockers, finds everything right where he put it, including his phone. Dead. Fuck. “I gotta hang up, okay? I’m sorry, I know, I can’t take the phone with me. I’ll be there soon, I promise.”

“O-Okay.” A shuddered breath rings through the line, and it kills him. “I’m okay, Carmy—”

“I know,” he says, shimmying into his jacket and feeling for his keys. “I know, baby, but I’m comin’ anyway, you hear me? Gonna be there in ten.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. I love you.”

He doesn’t put the phone back properly, just slides it across the counter and hopes it doesn’t break again, shouting out orders over his shoulder on his way out the door.

The ride there is the longest ten minutes of his life. He doesn’t know what to expect. He doesn’t know anything at all, really. Are you hurt? How bad is it? What happened? Is it a burn, a broken bone, just a flu that got out of hand? Will you need surgery? Did you get in an accident? Did someone try to hurt you? He doesn’t want you to be alone right now. He needs to be there with you. You were fine this morning. You were fine this morning, all beautiful and groggy when he kissed you awake, still cozied up in bed when he left early as the sky turned blue after sunrise. You were fine. You were fine, and then he left, and suddenly you weren’t.

The fluorescent lights make him nauseous. They’re too bright, and a disgusting color, and too different from all the gentle lighting you insisted upon at home. Made the place homey, you said, and he agreed. The nurses at the station must think he’s out of his mind, all wide-eyed and asking for you.

“What’s your name?” the one asks him.

“Carmen, I’m her fiancé, I was—I was just on the phone with her—”

“Okay,” she nods, softening. “She’s doin’ alright now, she was askin’ for you, though. Still gotta get her wrapped up, but you’ll be outta here soon.”

He’s too busy wondering What the fuck does that mean? to properly answer.

When he’s finally brought to your room, his nerves subside—only a little. There’s no blood, no bland hospital gown to say you’re headed off to the operating room. Just a pillow over your tummy, with your arm—your swollen, bruised arm—resting on top of it.

“Hey, hon,” he says, coming to your bedside and smoothing a hand over your forehead to press his lips to your temple. “You alright? What happened?”

“They—” you sniffle when you look up at him, lip quivering— “They had to take my ring off, Carmy—” he nods along to your rambling with a concerned brow— “I-I told them not to, but they said my hand was too swollen—that-that it was gonna mess up my finger—. . .”

“What’s that, baby?” He smiles into your hair and exhales through his nose. So typical of you to get upset about something cute like that, he knows you’ll be okay. “Your arm’s all black ‘n blue, and you’re worried about your ring—?”

“But it’s special—”

“Shhhhh . . . I know, I know . . . ‘m just askin’ you to ease up.” Another kiss lands on your forehead before he asks, “Where’s it at, baby? I’ll fix it for you.”

You pout and look somewhere behind him. “On the table, but you’re not gonna be able to—”

“Just take a breath ‘n relax f’me, yeah? I got it.”

He stands upright again, turning to check that the ring is there—that beautiful, beautiful big diamond for his precious girl, before reaching toward the nape of his neck to unclasp his chain. Carefully, he threads it through the ring, silently urges you to sit up so he can hook it around your neck, icy-cool on your smooth skin, admiring the way it sparkles like your eyes.

You’re still pouting when he’s done, and he kisses your soft lips anyway while he wipes away stray tears. “Better?”

“. . . yeah,” you admit through a murmur.

“Good,” he huffs, pulling the visitor’s chair right next to your bed. With your good arm, you reach for him, just any part of him, and he holds your hand as he kisses your dry knuckles. “You gonna tell me what happened now? What’s got you all banged up?”

And you groan and roll your eyes, insisting that it’s too embarrassing to tell, and he lets you drag it out just because he thinks it’s cute when you’re stubborn. The doctor comes in with the x-rays to confirm that, yes, indeed, you’ve got yourself a broken arm, and after you’re splinted and discharged and given a sling and the next day’s protocol, Carmen holds your good hand on the way out the door.

“Oh,” you start, pausing before he opens the car door for you, “I forgot to tell you.”

“Hm?”

“I drove here.”

“You what?”

“I told you, I was embarrassed, Carm—”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, baby,” he grunts, laughing and shaking his head with fingers running through his hair as he helps you into the passenger’s seat. “You’re killin’ me today, y’know that?”

And it’s not the last time. When he unlocks the front door and sees the laundry spilled all the way down the stairs, with a basket flipped upside down at the bottom, he can put the pieces together. He kisses you softly, doesn’t say a word about it, takes you to the bedroom, and tucks you into bed to let you rest now that your adrenaline is wearing off and the pain meds are making you sleepy.

He fixes up the mess without a second thought, and once he’s done he slips right under the covers next to you, thanking whatever God there is that you’re okay, and that he’s got you back in his arms.

(And tomorrow, when he takes you into the doctor’s office for a proper cast, he has Natalie and Pete pick up your car. He still hounds on you about it weeks later, how you drove yourself to the hospital with a broken arm. You insist it makes for a good story, and to that he can’t deny.)

[mafiadad5]

Interminable || mark lee

No matter how much you claim you don’t want someone, or force your feelings away, you can never hide the truth

Genre- non idol au, friends to lovers, angst, smut, fluff, slow burn

paring- mark lee x fem!reader

Warnings- heavy angst, protected sex (mdni), mentions of alcohol, sex under the influence of alcohol (consensually), heartbreak, swearing, tw- mentions of death.

Mark is green and reader is blue/ white !

Word count- 12k

Playlist- kingston - faye webster / take a chance with me - niki / intro (end of the world) - ariana grande / a new kind of love - frou frou, imogen heap, guy sigsworth / a night to remember - beabadoobee, laufey / teddy bear - nct dream / bad religion - frank ocean / hurts me too - faye webster / yume utsutsu - lamp / promise - laufey / moonlight on the river - mac demarco / love - wave to earth / only - leehi

Authors note- omg hi, so this is one of my first angst, plz tell me what you think <3 and also… sry for any spelling or grammar errors lol.

July 11th, 9:00 am- beautiful stranger

"Hi! How can I help you today?"

Was the first thing he's ever said to you, a little anticlimactic yes, but you found yourself infatuated.

This was a smoothie shop that you were trying for the first time after moving, so you took some time browsing the menu, the nameless employee asking if you needed any help with anything here and there.

"Well what's your favorite thing?" You asked, looking at him deeply for the first time.

His eyes twinkled like no other, gleaming like the evening star in the night. All you could do was stare as he spoke, taking in all of his delicate features: the way his dark brown hair laid on his forehead, the way he was so expressive as he talked, oh wait, what was he talking about again?

"That's why it's my favorite drink and the large is simply better, sorry I didn't mean to talk your head off." He giggled.

"I'll take that." You grinned softly with him, eyes lighting up as he smiled brightly.

"In a large right?"

"Mhm!"

"Great! One large watermelon smoothie for you, that’ll be 7 dollars."

Your face dropped as he punched your order in on the register. You fucking hate watermelon smoothies, the actual fruit is ok, but the texture of the smoothie you can't do it, like at all.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, looking up at you with concerning eyes.

"Yea, all good!" You forcefully smiled, pulling out your card to pay.

“All set, I’ll get that ready for you asap!” He smiled, handing back your card.

You found somewhere to sit, making yourself comfortable as you scrolled on your phone, distracted by images of his smile popping up in your head. The smoothie shop was quiet, peaceful really, you being the only customer there.

“Here you go ma’am.” You heard from beside you, knocking you out of your thoughts.

“Oh thank you, you really didn’t have to bring it to me though.” You grinned, grabbing the smoothie from him.

“No problem really, there’s no one here anyways.” He smiled back, nodding reassuringly before turning away.

“Wait!” You interrupted, tapping the side of your drink nervously.

“What’s up?” He asked. His stare made you nervous, eyes so pure it made you want to melt on the spot from looking for one second.

“I was just wondering if um, if I could have your number? You know, I’m just new to the city and I would love some people to talk to.” You asked.

Your voice was so shaky and filled with anxiety it was so easy to read your nervousness, but he didn’t mind it, he found it somewhat cute actually.

“Yes, I would love to give you my number. May I see your phone?” You nodded persistently, a small smile on your face from the relief and the excitement, handing him your phone.

“What’s your name?” He asked, dialing the number in your call pad.

“It’s Y/n, what about yours?” You said, a smile on your face as he gave the phone back.

“It’s Mark, nice to meet you Y/n.” He stuck out his hand.

His voice, his eye contact, his manners, everything about him made you blush like a little teenager in love with your high school sweetheart, and you had only exchanged a few words.

“Nice to meet you too.” You smiled, your hand meeting with his soft hand, shaking gently and slowly, his eyes locked with yours.

“Well I have to get back behind my station, I’ll talk to you later, yeah?” He said as you removed your hand from his, nodding gently, waving as he walked back behind the counter.

You decided to sit there, the vile large smoothie in front of you tasting disgustingly good now knowing who made it. You drunk awfully slow, not just because of the eye candy that worked in front of you, glancing at you and smiling on occasion, but because how the smoothie dreadfully slithered down your throat, holding in a gag every swallow, but you finished it, every last drop. God how a pretty smile could make you do anything, you hated it, but here you were.

You got up from your chair, Mark noticing you, interrupting you before you collected your trash: “Oh, I got it!”

You turned to him smiling as he quickly walked over, collecting your trash.

“Thank you Mark, I’ll see you later.”

“You’re welcome Y/n!” He beamed as you walked out the smoothie shop

You had gained three things leaving that shop: a bright smile on your face from happiness, a bittersweet hatred for large watermelon smoothies, and a new, great person in your life.

July 11th, 10:53 pm- more than words

It had been a few hours since your first encounter with Mark, you trying to get him off your mind after the blue message you sent earlier never delivered.

You laid in your bed, staring at the ceiling as your hopes got shot down. Your phone went off beside you, but you just ignored it, trying to sulk in your feelings.

You soon got bored though so you decided to take a peek at your lock screen, jumping up as a familiar unknown number appeared in your Notification Center.

Hi y/n, don’t know if my number is saved yet, but it’s Mark from the smoothie shop.

You lied on your stomach, face lighting up as you grabbed your phone, instantly opening the message.

Oh hey, how was work lol?

It was good, other than the fact I left my phone at home, and dead… most boring double shift ever lol. How was your day after you left?

It was good, just went home and watched a movie with my roommate.

Oh cool. You said you were from a different city right?

Oh yea, actually out of the state!

Oh that’s cool, but why here. ^.^?

Just trying to explore more places, I like this place so far.

Ohh nice. Well I hope I have the pleasure of showing you around the city and making you love it :) How’d you like the smoothie?

I might take you up on that haha ;) and omg it was so delicious. Very refreshing to have after my morning runs. You’ll be seeing me a lot more in the mornings lmao.

Oh awesome, I basically work every morning so it’ll be a pleasure seeing you and making my morning a tad bit better.

You sprung up with a smile on your face, running around your room hectically. Did he really mean he what said, did you make his morning better? Your mind started flooding with a million thoughts, calming as you settled down, realizing that you never texted back. You grabbed your phone again, the message still opened as you started to text back.

Lol, well I guess I'll see you tmr then, hope to brighten up your day :)

You responded, sitting waiting for a response, 5 minutes passing, then 10, and nothing. You figured he might’ve just went to sleep, he did say he had a double shift, but you couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow and the anticipation was eating you up inside all night.

July 12th, 9:13 am - it's a date! i think...

You were on your run, the smoothie shop on your mind the whole entire way.

Finally, you were there, Mark cleaning the counters, eyes lighting up as you walked through the doors.

"Good morning!" He excitedly said.

"Good morning!" You said in response, a bright smile on your face as you made your way to the register to order.

"Wait I made something for you." He said, grabbing the most despise-able , yet refreshingly large watermelon smoothie. You felt your eye twitch at the sight.

"You shouldn't have." You smiled, not forcefully, but you felt a hint of pain behind it.

"Ah, it's the least I could do." He said, handing you the drink , wiping the condensation of the cup on his white apron.

You didn't think you could gobble down another one of these, you almost died at the thought, but there you were, sitting down at the same table you were at yesterday, drinking the smoothie painfully slow.

"So like, have you been anywhere around here yet?" You turned to him as he finished cleaning the counters. "I've only been to like a few food places, but that's all." You answered.

“Well, I’m off next Wednesday. If you’re not busy then I can take you to like my favorite park?”

Your face lit up, did he like just ask you out on a date?

“Yes, I would love to, just text me what time.” You smiled.

“Yea for sure!”

For an hour the conversation kept on flowing, you two chatting it up while he worked, unfinished conversations floating in the air when other customers came into the shop pausing the long talks.

“Mark I’m so sorry to cut this short, but I have to get to my online class so I’ll see you later.” You smiled, a little sad because you felt like you could’ve stayed and talked to him for hours.

“No worries, I’ll text you later about plans. Have a good rest of your day Y/n!”

“You too Mark!” You said, throwing the finished cup away.

On your walk home all you could think about was Mark, yes you only knew him for like 2 days, but his impression had left a stamp on your heart. He would definitely be someone you would be interested in having a relationship with, and he seemed like he thought of you in the same manor.

While walking home, your phone vibration went off, Marks name appearing on the lock-screen.

Hey Y/n know we just talked lol, but I’m thinking maybe like 12:00pm next Wednesday? How does that sound?

You opened the text, a smile on your face as you typed quickly.

Hey Mark, sorry but I have my online class, but I can do 1pm if that’s ok?

Oh yea, that works for me, I can come to your house and we can walk to the park? That sound ok?

Yea that’s perfect!

Great, well then it’s a date! :p

It’s a date lol

It’s a date!

July 19th, 12:55 pm - are you falling in love?

You were panicking you and your roommate running around trying to find your favorite perfume that decided to get lost at a time like this.

Hey! I’m outside, just come out whenever you’re ready I’ll be waiting :)

Fuck, you didn’t want him to just sit out there.

“I FOUND IT I FOUND IT.” Your roommate screamed, throwing you your perfume.

“Thank you you’re the best.” You grinned, rushingly spraying the perfume on your body.

“Ok I’m going now.” You said, grabbing your purse and slipping on your sneakers at the door. You rushed out the door, rushing downstairs your eyes scanning the outside, stopping on a familiar figure wearing a T-shirt, some blue jeans, and a small tote bag.

“Mark!” You shouted, causing him to turn around. Your eyes meeting his face then the two large smoothies in his hand.

You tried to keep a smile on your face, but it seemed like the watermelon smoothies had faces of their own looking at you with snarky expressions.

“Y/n!” He smiled, jogging over to you.

“Were you at the wrong complex?” You giggled, an awkward smile painting his face as he nodded.

“Maybe… oh here I got you something.” He said laughing, handing you the dreadful smoothie.

“Oh thank you.” You smiled.

“Wow my first time seeing you out of your workout clothes, I think I like these better. Not that I don’t like how you look in your workout clothes, you look amazing in your workout clothes, but I’m just, you look good now too.”

“Thank you Mark, and this is the first time I’ve ever seen you without your uniform Mr. Smoothie King. You look good too.” You giggled as he blushed.

“Ah I try my best, I guess we should walk to the park now.”

“After you.”

You guys walked to the park, which happened to only be 5 minutes away, sitting on a bench.

“I don’t know if you’re gonna like it, I should’ve asked, but I got you a ham sandwich.” You smiled taking the sandwich from him.

“I love it thank you.” You said, removing the sandwich out of the packet and taking a big bite.

You two sat on the bench for a while talking each other’s heads off, a smile on both of your faces as you chatted and laughed together for a few hours, the time passing by so fast.

“I’m starving, do you wanna grab dinner?” He said.

“Well, I mean my place is close by we can just go there and cook something really quick.”

“Oh, I would love that.” He smiled.

“Ok let me just text my roommate to make sure.” He nodded as you pulled out your phone, your roommate responding almost immediately saying you could go ahead and she was in her room anyways.

“Ok she said she’s fine we can go!” You said, standing up and grabbing his hand, pulling him up to stand with you.

For any other man, you would never let them go into your apartment this early, but you just felt so different about him, like you would trust anything he says. I guess that’s not a good thing, but for fucks sake ever since you’ve met him you’ve seen him almost everyday, and he always makes it a point to text you throughout the day and after work so you felt like at that point, you had known him long enough to trust him.

You had made it to your house, opening the door and removing your shoes, prompting him to do the same. You sat your things down near the dining table rolling up your sleeves and heading to the kitchen, and he followed right behind you.

“I was just gonna make spaghetti tonight, do you want?” You asked, getting out your pot and pans, setting them on the stove.

“I’d want anything you cook.” He laughed, a small grin appearing on your face as he stood beside you. In past conversations it has come up that you did love cooking and actually had a bachelors in culinary arts, associates in education, hence the online cooking classes you taught, so it wasn’t strange to make a comment like that, it was actually quite flattering.

“Here can you make the sausages?” You asked, handing him the already prepped meat, Mark grabbing the bowl pouring it into the pan almost immediately, causing a loud sizzling sound to erupt in the kitchen.

“MARK!?” You turned, laughing as he backed away from the pan, looking at you like a toddler getting scolded by their parent.

“Uh oh.” He said, a smile appearing on his face before you handed him a box of noodles, signaling him to cook them instead. You two stood beside each other, talking as you watched the food.

“Mark taste this.” You said, grabbing a clean spoon and scooping some of the homemade tomato sauce you made on it, holding it up to his mouth.

“Yo, this honestly may be the best spaghetti sauce I’ve ever tasted.”

You smiled, setting down the spoon, pouring the rest of the sauce with the sausages.

“Thank you.”

You finally finished cooking, plating your beautiful creation together.

“Let’s watch a movie in the living room while we eat.” You suggested, him following behind you as you took a place on the couch.

“What should we watch?” You asked.

“ What about La La Land?” He suggested.

“Stop that movie makes me cry.” You pouted playfully, a grin painting his face.

“Well if you really don’t want to then we can watch something funny, but I’ll be here to wipe your tears just saying.” He shrugged, causing you to smile, looking down, then back up at him.

“Fine.” You said, causing him to take a happy sigh of relief.

You turned on the movie, both of you guys eating while making small comments every now and then. Fortunately, you didn’t cry, but he was your shoulder to lie on during the movie, and unfortunately it was time for him to go home.

“Are you sure you can walk home by yourself, it’s dark out now?” You asked concerned, walking him to the door.

“Yes I’m good, you only stay like 10 minutes walking distance from me, I’ll send you my location if you’re that scared.”

“Ok fine” You said dragging out your words, trying to be serious, but all you could do was melt, it seemed like everything he did, everything he said was so cute and made you smile.

“Well I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” He questioned, looking at you from outside the door frame.

“Yeah, 9:00am like always!”

“Ok, bye Y/n.” He smiled, waving before turning away.

“Bye Mark.” You shut the door, turning away.

You decided to clean up before knocking on your roommates door.

“He’s gone.” You said before walking into your room, her busting in shortly after, a smile on her face.

“Girl.” She said, bouncing on your bed with a mischievous smile.

“You heard everything didn’t you?” You asked.

“I heard enough, and girl he sounds so fucking romantic I thought I was listening to a romcom.

“Ughh tell me about it, he’s so dreamy.” You smiled, face lighting up as you thought about the string of events that happened that day, your phone vibrating before your roommate could respond.

“Omg shut up he just texted me now.” You looked at her with sparkling eyes.

“What’d he say?”

➶︎ mark<3 started sharing location with you.

Hey, just wanted to text and lyk that I had such a fun time, and we should definitely do this again :) have a great night and I’ll see you tomorrow morning.

You looked at your roommate, a smile painted so brightly on your face it hurt your cheeks.

“Girl he fucking wants you oh my god.”

“He fucking wants me!” You screamed, a bright smile on your face as you ran all over your room.

“Text back text back.” Your roommate said.

I had a great time too, thank you for showing me the park <333. Have a great night mark, see you tmr!

You and your roommate just sat talking, you really seeing how deep you were in your feelings after practically bragging to her about him. You just hope he was in as deep as you.

August 2nd, 10:35 am - surprise!

You woke up, excited to get the day started, you were even too excited to go on your morning run, putting on a simple outfit just to run errands, your first one obviously the smoothie shop.

“Happy birthday Mark!!!” You ran inside, a big smile on your face as you made your way to him. He looked up surprised, cleaning the tables, setting down his washcloth as you pulled him into a hug.

“You remembered my birthday, I thought you weren’t coming today?” He smiled as he went behind the counter, going to the register before you shook your head.

“Mark, I’m not ordering anything… but I did come to ask you for a favor.” He looked at you with questioning eyes, not responding, waiting for your favor.

“Well, my uh drawer is jammed and I really need what’s in it like tonight, my roommate isn’t there so I could use your help when you get off?”

“Oh yeah sure, I’ll head over there when I get off.” He said, a small grin on his face.

“Thanks Markie you’re the best! See you at 5. Happy birthday again!”

“Thanks.” He mumbled, going to clean again as you left. 

It’s go time.

Hey I’m otw, might be there at like 5:30 or 5:45 because I’m starving, so I’m gonna stop to get some food.

No Mark, I really need this drawer unjammed, can you plz come right away? You can get food after. plzzzzzzz :(

Alright alright, I’ll come straight there.

Yayyy!

After a few minutes you finally heard a knock on the door. You got up excitedly, making sure everything looked good before opening the door, blocking the view of the living room.

“Ok, let’s see what’s wrong with this drawer.” He said.

You let him in, a big smile on your face as he walked, eyes in shock as he looked at the decorated living room, along with the dinner and cake sitting on the dining room table.

“Surprise!”  You smiled seeing his eyes light up, looking at you, then the decorations, and back at you again.

“Yo… you really… omg I don’t even know what to say. Thank you bro oh my god no one has like ever done anything for me like this before. Thank you Y/n, you’re like the best.”

“You’re welcome Mark and Happy birthday again. Now you said you were starving so let’s eat!”

You both ate, resting on the couch after the delicious homemade chicken and rice, and cookies and cream ice cream cake.

“Do you wanna watch a movie now?” He asked.

“If you want to then we will birthday boy, but I have something for you first.” You said, pulling out a small blue gift bag.

First he pulled out the card, opening it to see a message in bright red ink, reading it in his head.

Dear Mark, I hope you have the most wonderful birthday and I’m very grateful that I could spend it with you. I hope we can spend more and more birthdays together and I want to say that I’m very grateful that I met you! 

- With love Y/n :)

He looked up at you, a smile on his face as he pulled you into a hug. “Thank you so much Y/n.” 

He pulled the other gift out the bag, jumping up out of the seat as he saw what it was.

“Y/N YOU GOT ME A LIMITED EDITION SPIDER-MAN COMIC BOOK?” His smile was so wide and full, you felt like you could climb it.

“Yo Y/n… I’m actually, oh my fucking god I… I honestly could kiss you right now oh my goodness. Thank you.” He squealed, your eyes sparkling as you looked at him.

“You’re welcome Mark. I guess we should watch Spider-Man now huh?” You giggled, pulling out the extra cushions on the couch to make more room so you both could lay down. 

You both got comfortable, watching the movie, your head on his shoulder as you both laid under the blanket. I guess you could say that you both got a little too comfortable, passing out before the movie was even over.

You woke up, unsure of what even happened and how you even got here in the first place. Mark was no where to be found, but a notification on your phone let you know his whereabouts. 

Hey, sorry to leave without saying goodbye, but you were like sleeping beauty lol. I had work and I’m for certain you’re not coming tdy so I’ll just swing by later on when I get off. Oh, and thank you so much again. I really appreciate you :D

Oh no worries, I’ll see you later, and no problem! 

You set your phone down, you couldn’t even believe how far you have gotten with him.

Seriously, your first sleepover with him, cuddled up at that. And of course you didn’t let that comment about kissing you slide, it was pretty much on your mind all night, and the moment kept repeating itself in your head, driving you almost crazy. That’s what you want more than anything, just a kiss, one kiss.

You were certain that you were almost there, but of course you didn’t want to rush things and you liked the pace of this relationship so far so I guess it is what it is right now… but it should come soon, hopefully it comes soon. 

October 27th, 9:08 am- i think im in love.

Today was like any other day, going on your morning run, then stopping by your absolute favorite place.

"Good morning Y/n!" Mark said, smiling as he acknowledged you, sticking his head back under the counter.

"Good morning Mark!" You said, walking to the register.

"I'm a little busy right now Y/n, do you mind just waiting at your table so I can finish this?" He asked.

"Sure." You grinned, going to your normal seat, scrolling on your phone as you waited for Mark. You looked to your side, noticing him holding a large mango smoothie with a birthday candle in the cap, your eyes lighting up as you realized what was happening.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday my dearest Y/n, happy birthday to you!" He sung, bringing the smoothie over to you, his cheekbones defined as he smiled.

"You remembered?" You laughed, blowing out the candle.

"How could I forget? So, I hope you're not busy tonight because I want to do something for you at my apartment." He answered.

"Perhaps I could swing by, I'd have to check my schedule." You said sarcastically, a smirk on your face as your cheeks went hot.

"Well, stop by at 7pm if you're able to Ms. Hollywood."

"I'll see what I can do." You rolled your eyes playfully, a smile on his face as he made his way back to the smoothie counter. 

You thought about what he had planned all day. Doing random task to try to take your mind off of it, daydreaming about what it would be, what it would look like, goodness 7pm couldn't get here any quicker.

Finally it arrived, the time you anticipated for all day. You knocked on his door, waiting for a few seconds before you heard the door handle rattling, him sitting awkwardly in the door frame after he opened it. You two stared at each other for a second in silence, an awkward smile on your face as you stared at him.

“Hey.” He coughed.

“Hey, it’s cold, can I come in?” You grinned, an awkward laugh sounding from him as he let you in, shutting the door behind you.

“Surprise!” He mumbled as you stood quietly, eyes twinkling as you took in all the decorations.

The first thing you saw was a big projector screen in the living room with your favorite show ‘kitchen nightmares’ paused. Your eyes slowly observed the room to see sugar cookies and decorative frosting on the coffee table, a large box with a bow sitting next to it. You were quiet, breathless really, couldn’t even find the words to say, just staring blankly.

“Do you like it, I know it’s not much, but-”

“It’s perfect.” You interrupted, looking at him with the most glistening eyes.

He smiled condescendingly, guiding you to the dinner that was on the dining table, the homemade chicken pasta, which happened to be your favorite food.

“Mark oh my goodness.” You said, taking a seat while he grabbed some drinks from the fridge.

“Yeah, once you told me that you taught how to make it on your course, I just bought the course and learned how to perfect it.” Your eyes widened as you turned to him.

“That’s like a $150 course Mark, I could’ve just taught you.”

“Then it wouldn’t have been a surprise, would it?” He said, sitting down across from you looking at you with a smug smile.

“Plus, you’ve helped me learn how to cook too, I’ve saved so much money cooking at home.”

You nodded, taking a bite out of the food he made, your eyes widening as you grinned.

“You’re good at it too. This is delicious Mark.”

“Ah thank you man, but I learned it from you.” 

You guys finished eating, and started decorating the cookies together, the show playing in the background, but Mark rushed you two, hesitant about you opening up your gift.

“Fine, I’ll open it.” You said, grabbing the card off the box, opening it, a nice purple hand written note on the card. You read it slowly, taking in every word.

Dear Y/n, there’s so much I want to say, but I don’t think words could explain it, and I know I’m probably harassing you about this present right now aren’t I haha? But it’s only because I want to show how much I care about you. Im so glad that we met and I hope you have the best birthday and many more after that.

- Love Mark

“Aw thank you Mark.” You said, pulling him into a hug before you grabbed the box, opening it slowly. He sat there a huge smile on his face, breathing deeply, looking at you with anticipated eyes, his leg bouncing as your eyes widened.

“MARK NO YOU DIDNT, SHUT THE FUCK UP.” You screamed, pulling the pot and pan set out of the box, looking up at him, mouth wide as you looked back at the box.

“Mark this set goes for like 400 dollars- Mark I can’t- Mark how did you- nobody has done anything like this for me before.” You spoke, each sentence shortening with hiccups as your eyes started tearing up. 

“It didn’t take me long to save up for, and it’s the least I could do for messing up one of your pans.” He said.

“The most you should’ve done is get a cheaper pan.” You wiped your tears with your hands, looking at the box again wondering it was all just a dream.

“The amount of times you’ve forced me to binge Hell’s Kitchen with you, you really thought I wasn’t gonna get you your favorite chefs pots and pans set that you talk about all the time?”

“No.” You snuffled, vision blurry.

“Well you deserve it Y/n, happy birthday!” He smiled brightly.

“Thank you so much Mark.” You smiled, blinking quickly trying to stop your tears, pulling him into a hug. 

“You’re welcome Y/n.”

You didn’t know what love felt like. Always used your whole life, taken for granted. Doing everything yourself with no help, no one to call on, but now you knew, you knew it for sure, you were in love.

February 14th, 9:10 am- a night to remember.

After complaining to Mark about how you've never had a valentines, he suggested that he'd be it this year, and of course you agreed. He told you not to stop by the smoothie shop, or even go on your run today, but to stay and pamper yourself before your going out later the night.

You better not be up running right now.

I was sleep actually before your loud notification woke me up -.-

Oh sorry... go back to sleep •.•

You giggled at the message, obviously you were already up, you were too excited not to be. He said that he planned to take you to a fancy restaurant, then just to go back to his apartment and bake cookies, watch movies, little things like that, but no matter what you do, no matter how cheap, you still were so excited. This was your first Valentine, and your biggest crush. 

The time passed fairly quickly as you prepped yourself for what you thought was going to be the best night of your life. You slipped on your red dress and black heels, soon hearing a knock at your door.

Excitedly you rushed to the door, opening it to see Mark in a white button down shirt and black slacks— and god his scent hit you like a speeding car.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He smiled, a bouquet of roses in his hand.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” You responded, your lips turning into a smile, cheeks hurting from smiling so hard as he handed you the flowers.

“You look good.” He spoke, clearing his throat, an awkward smile painting his face.

“Thank you, I could say the same about you.” You said, smiling brightly as you sat down your flowers, grabbing your purse and a red gift bag before turning to him again.

“This is for you.” You said, handing him the gift bag, a grin on his face as he accepted it.

“Let’s open our gifts later together, ok?” He said.

You nodded, closing the door behind you. 

The dinner was very much delicious, and you two had a great time baking cookies. It was a little bit messy, just because you both were a bit tipsy, well… very tipsy, but it was fun nevertheless.

“Mark let’s open our gifts.” You giggled, as he nodded, grabbing his small gift bag.

He grabbed his gift first, pulling it out and examining it.

“You told me that you wanted to learn how to cook more meals when im not around, and I can’t have you buying my courses again, so I just made you a homemade cookbook— with like only foods that we make together, the ones nobody else has.” You smiled infectiously, Mark feeling a smile curling on his lips just from looking at yours.

“Thank you Y/n, I love it.” He smiled genuinely, handing you the small bag that he had in his hands. You opened it slowly, taking out a small black velvet box.

You looked up at him, an impatient look glimmering in his eyes as you opened it slowly, a beautiful silver diamond necklace sparkling in your eyes.

“Well damn, maybe I should’ve gotten you a better gift.” You giggled, still a little taken aback.

He laughed in response, inching closer to you.

“Do you like it?” He asked, eyes burning into your face for some kind of approval.

“Like it? I love it.” You said, eyes sparkling as you looked up at him.

“Can you help me put it on?” You said, removing the necklace from the box, handing it to mark.

You turned around, lifting up your hair, the necklace wrapping around your neck nicely. His hands rubbing against your skin as he fastened the jewelry. You turned around, your bodies close, Mark looking at the necklace as it sparkled on your skin.

“It’s beautiful.” He murmured, looking at you with a smile, but all you could do was stare— stare deeply into his eyes, god you just wanted to taste him so bad.

Your stares remained interlocked, no one breaking the eye contact, no one saying anything either.

So you did it, leaning in and finally taking his lips onto yours. It wasn’t as magical as you thought though, in all honesty it seemed like it wasn’t even reciprocated.

You broke the kiss, an awkward silence shattering around you as he just stood staring at you.

“I’m- I’m sorry.” You stuttered, breaking the silence.

Your eyes burned from holding back the tears that wanted to desperately be let out, you turning and walking away to avoid it— thinking about how your walk home would be, how you would cry deeply regretting how you ruined the day that was supposed to be perfect, but that all got interrupted as you felt a tight grasp on your wrist, turning you back around, a silent tension surrounding the two of you once again.

You looked at him with glossy eyes, a million thoughts rushing around in your brain, but your mind went blank again as his lips crashed back onto yours.

Your shoulders dropped, letting go of all the tension in your body as his hand found your face, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

The kiss grew deeper as you wrapped your hands around his neck, his free hand wrapping around your body, slowly backing you into his room, not breaking the kiss once.

His hands found the zipper of your dress, slowly pulling it down, slipping you out of the tight fabric, you pulling him out of his shirt shortly after.

There were no words exchanged, only heavy breathing as you two kissed passionately, tongues exploring each other’s mouths as he pushed you onto his bed.

You sat there, chest heaving up and down as you looked at him pull a condom out of his nightstand, eyes lighting up as you came to your senses about what was really going on.

He pulled down his pants and underwear, ripping the plastic to the condom with his teeth, wrapping it around himself before getting on top of you.

He planted another messy kiss on your lips before pulling down your underwear, lining up his tip to your aching hole.

You breathed heavily in anticipation, you practically have dreamt of this moment. He looked at you once more for reassurance before pushing himself into you. You let out a gasp, your walls wrapping tightly around him. He started to thrust at a slow pace, making sure you were comfortable before speeding up.

Your skin flushed as you squirmed under him, beautiful sounds of lust filling the room as his head rested on your shoulder, face nuzzling into your neck.

Loud moans filled the room as your bodies pressed into each others as he thrusted even faster, letting out moans and curses as your walls sucked him in.

You wrapped your hand around his bare back, scratching and itching at his bare skin as your bodies thrashed together.

“Fuck I’m almost there.” You whimpered out, clenching around him, breath hitching causing him to let out a low moan into your neck.

“Me too Y/n.” He moaned, desperately thrusting.

His hands found your arms, removing them from his back and holding onto them tightly, fingers interlocking with yours as his thrust became messier and messier by the second.

“Fuck I’m coming.” He cried out, your legs shaking in sync as he forced himself to do a few more aimless thrust, both of you moaning loudly as he rode out your highs.

The room filled with heavy breathy, you sitting there silently trying to fathom what even just happened. 

You two got cleaned up and went to sleep right after, well he did.

You couldn’t sleep though, the realization struck a cord in your brain, your mind racing from the thought that he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him, it was obviously so exciting.

You couldn’t wait to wake up together— wake up together knowing that he was yours and you were his.

You wonder what that conversation would sound like, what the moment would feel like when you two could finally call each other boyfriend and girlfriend, it had your cheeks growing warm. I guess you could say it was the best night of your life.

You shut your eyes, vivid pictures of him filled the dark void until you finally found yourself asleep.

February 15th, 11:25 am - he loves me, he loves me not.

You woke up, Mark sleeping soundly beside you, smiling strongly as you realized it really wasn’t a dream.

You hopped up excitedly, going to his kitchen to prepare some breakfast for the both of you, Mark waking up shortly before the food was ready.

“Good morning.” He said, taking a seat at the dining table.

“Good morning.” You smiled, plating the food and bringing it to him, taking a seat across from him.

You two sat awkwardly, Mark avoiding eye contact as he ate his food. You couldn’t wait any longer, couldn’t just sit around and wait till he brought up the topic.

You were so curious as to what you guys were now— and you weren’t going to technically ask him out, but you just wanted some clarity, just wanted to hear him say that you were more than friends, so you took a deep breath interrupting the silence: “Mark, I have a question.”

He looked at you, his eyes looking into yours as if he knew what was coming.

“What’s up?” He said, moving the food around on his plate with his fork.

“What- what are we?” You asked, titling your head, looking at him, but only being returned with broken eye contact.

He chewed his food silently, his body shifting in his chair. He looked back up at you, playing with his food once again, the fork scrapping on the plate somehow louder than the silence that surrounded the both of you.

“Well, we’re friends, aren’t we?” He swallowed, looking at you with a slight frown on his face.

“You don’t wanna be more than that though?” You asked, speaking softly as you innocently glanced at him.

He held his breath, looking everywhere except for your eyes as he answered agonizingly slow, and quietly: “No, not really.”

You felt your heart shatter as he still avoided eye contact, a million thoughts flooding your mind as you bit your lip.

“So why did you- why did we do that last night?” You asked.

“Well, I thought it was a friend thing, just us being tipsy.” He finally looked into your eyes, his answer only making your heart shrink smaller.

You held your composure well, but he noticed the subtlest shift in your eyelids along with the gloss that coated your eyes.

“Friends don’t fuck, or use each other when they’re horny and drunk ” You spat out, growing less patient of his answers by the second.

“Well, you kissed me first- I didn’t know what to do.” He shrugged, voice going a few octaves higher.

“The kiss where I apologized after I thought it wasn’t reciprocated? The kiss where you fucking pulled me back when I was trying to leave? That kiss Mark?” Anger spurred inside you as your voice grew more and more aggressive.

He grew quiet, silence filling the room once again as he looked at you with eyes full of pity— it drove you almost insane.

“Fuck this.” You said, storming to his room to grab any of your belongings.

“I didn’t wanna lose you Y/n.” He said, rushing after you.

“Oh so you decided to lead me on for what- fucking months? You thought that would’ve kept me here Mark? Flirting with me, watching me fall in love with you, then rejecting me and blaming it on me kissing you- AFTER I APOLOGIZED AND LITERALLY TRIED TO LEAVE? Not losing me was the last thing on your mind.” You picked up the remaining items, stuffing your bag rushingly.

“You- you fell in love with me?” He mumbled, standing in the doorway looking at you in sorrow.

“Yes Mark, I fell love you. I fell in love with your eyes, your smile, your fucking everything, and I thought you felt the same way about me, but obviously I’m nothing but a pity party to you.” You looked at him, tears finally spurring from your eyes as you started to break down from his silence.

“Fucking say something.” You said in a painful whisper.

“What do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie and say I love you? I can’t lie to you like that Y/n, you deserve better than that.” Your eyes winced in pain as you stared at him silently.

“Wait no Y/n, that’s not what I meant, I do love you, you’re my best friend I love you a lot, but-”

You interrupted him, grabbing your bag and walking to the door where he was standing, removing your necklace.

“Stop Y/n, I didn’t mean it like that.” He spoke in deep sympathy and guilt.

“You looked me directly in my eyes when you said that, you meant every word. I hope you’re happy.”

Your last words almost squeaked out as your throat tightened, tears streaming down your hot cheeks as you handed him back the necklace.

“Please Y/n, stay— so we can talk about it.” He spoke lightly, blocking the doorway.

You could hear he was being genuine, but you didn’t care at that point. 

“There’s nothing to talk about, move Mark.”

“Y/n-”

“move.” You spoke sternly, all he could do was move out of the way and watch as the person he cared for the most walk out his life.

The walk home has probably been the worst and most embarrassing one ever. Your vision blurry as tears violently streamed down your face, wailing as the scene played over and over in your head. You thought he was different, but you guess everyone was the same. You promised to yourself that night that you will never ever deal with that ever again, and no matter what you’re done with him.

February 21st, 9:47pm- please, I love you.

It had been a week since the incident, and to say that you were exhausted was an understatement.

You were more numb than anything right now, finding a new route to run so you didn’t have to run into the smoothie shop, avoiding places that you were most likely to run into each other at, trying to forget about the incident, forget about him— but oh no he didn’t let you.

He would send messages every day, every hour, and it drove you almost insane, but for some reason you couldn’t block him, and deleting his number out of impulse didn’t do anything. 

Good morning, I hope you’re doing ok, again I’m so sorry.

You bet he is…

Hey, can we please talk?

Nope.

Plz just respond and tell me you’re okay.

Did he really think you were? 

You can be mad at me, you can hate me, but please let me apologize in person

Ugh, for someone who wasn’t in love with you, he would not leave you alone. 

But you would just ignore it, leave him on delivered for hours, opening the message when you felt like it. Sometimes you would even act like you were responding to the message when you felt him watching your text bubble, just to mess with him— you deserved to fuck around with him after all.

One day you got another message.  

 I’m outside, please come out, I’ll wait for hours if I have to. 

Was he serious, this was starting to get obsessive. Why couldn’t he just take the hint. 

You did what you always did, left him on read, and went on about your business, but 30 minutes later you were curious about if he was actually still waiting.

After beating yourself up for caring so much you decided to check his location, and there he was, sitting in the same place. You sat there for a minute, contemplating if you should go out— for goodness sakes it was like 40 degrees outside so this was some serious commitment on his part, plus this could be a good way to get rid of him, right? 

Right…

You grabbed your coat and slipped on your boots, making your way outside to where he was sitting. He jolted up, eyes widening from the fact that you did come outside.

He stood up, trying to hand you a flower.

“I don’t want it.” You declined, shaking your head before sitting on the bench. He nodded his head understandingly.

“How are you?” He asked, sitting beside you on the bench.

“What do you have to say?” You replied curtly, looking forward to avoid his gaze on you. You knew if you looked at him in his sorry eyes you might’ve just folded right then.

“Well, I just want to say that I’m so sorry Y/n. I truly am. I never meant to hurt you and I’m so stupid for leading you on, and making you feel like you mean so little to me. I- I guess I was just scared to lose you, which I know is not an excuse and I’m very sorry. I love and care for you a lot ok. You deserve so much more than what I gave you, and I’m so sorry that I didn’t act that way. I should’ve told you that I didn’t want a relationship from the jump and I’m so sorry that I’m realizing that now when it’s too late. You’re my best friend and by your side is where I’m meant to be. You have the right to be selfish and I know that I don’t deserve someone as amazing as you, but please, please just give me one more chance. I care about you so much and I need you in my life. Please.”

You sat there, a tear rolling down your cold, numb cheeks.

You didn’t want to trust him again, and you’ve said this before and it went terribly wrong, but no one has ever done or said anything to you like this before.

“Mark, listen.” You gulped down the sadness that lingered in your throat and began to speak clearly.

“I love you more than anything, and I would be willing to forgive, but do you realize how embarrassing this is? To be rejected like that— to be told those words, those excuses, and take you back, even as a friend this quickly, this fast. Sorry, but I would have no self respect for that. So that being said, I have to think about this.”

You paused, turning to him.

“But you have to leave me alone, you have to let me figure this out myself. I feel grateful that you feel pity and that you feel enough remorse to be here right now on a cold winter night, but you have to give me space, do you understand me? I need space from you.” 

“I understand. I’ll give you space.” He said nodding, looking at you with a frown on his face.

“Anything else?” You asked, standing up as he shook his head no, grabbing your wrist before walking off.

“Thank you, for coming out and talking.”

You said nothing, only nodding in response, pulling his fingers off your wrist, walking back up to your apartment.

February 28th, 8:36 pm- forgiveness, could you imagine?

It had been about a week since you and Mark talked, and trust it was the most confusing week.

You didn’t know whether to be sad, happy, or relieved.

Didn’t know if you would forgive, or just forget and move on.

He respected your wishes, no more annoying text anymore, but that didn’t make you feel good— and honestly made you think about him more, worried about if he was ok or not.

You knew it was bad, and you knew he didn’t even deserve to be thought about right now, but you cared for him and you couldn’t deny that.

So… after sitting for hours, thinking, you decided to forgive. 

Hey, I wanted to reach out so I wouldn’t leave you hanging on the matter, even tho you deserve it lol. Anyways, I just wanted to say that I decided to forgive you and would like to continue on as friends. I will never forget this and will take every comment you make seriously and correct you if I think something is misleading. It might not go back to the way it was right away, so don’t force it. And I guess that being said, I’ll see you tomorrow morning during my run.

Thank you so much Y/n, I really appreciate it, and I’ll try my best to be the best friend to you ever. I’ll try not to cross any boundaries and take your feelings deeply into consideration. I’ll see you tomorrow :)

So, I guess you broke your promise. You honestly just wanted your friend back, and even though you’re heartbroken, you still love him. This is your problem actually, too nice for this world, always forgiving, but you would work on that later, but right now you had to deal and learn from it. You know it sounds stupid, but even though he’s the one that broke your heart, he’s also the one who gave you a shoulder to lie on while you cry to him about it, so you’ll be okay. The things you would do for love. 

May 16th, 9:00 am - for me.

I had been 3 months since the whole incident happened between you and Mark. After a while you got tired of correcting his comments, and got the hint that was just being nice, so you let it go, along with your feelings for him. Basically, everything was back to normal, but he was way more�� how do you say? Kinder, which seemed impossible given the fact of how your friendship has always been, but now it was very noticeable. You just chopped it up to him wanting to proof himself to you, and redeem himself from… past situations.

Unfortunately you had to break some bad news to him though.

Hey, can we meet at the park?

Yea sure, is everything ok?

You didn’t respond. 

You two were sitting on the bench that shared so much history, talking and getting off track per usual, but you finally had to spill the news. 

“Mark, I’m-” You took a deep breath, turning to your body towards him. 

“Mark I’m moving back home.” You said, Marks eyes glistening a mournful sparkle as he heard the words come out your mouth.

“W-why?” He asked, voice cracked a little as he stared at you. 

“Well, my mom is dead ok. And I- I feel like I’ve messed everything up and I need to go back to find myself, like find myself fully and heal instead of running away from my problems.” Your voice was confident, yet stuttered as you spoke. 

“When did your mom die, why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, voice curious and worried. 

“Shit I didn’t even know she died until a week ago. I feel like even though we didn’t have a good relationship, I could’ve at least been there you know, not just for my mom, but for my whole family.” 

“I understand, and I’m so proud of you for trying to heal and be the bigger person, even though your family wasn’t the bigger person for you. When do you leave?” He asked.

You took another deep breath, biting your lip. “Next week.” 

“That soon!?” He said, his voice clamorous. 

“That soon… but let’s make this last week fun, and memorable and not mourn about it, ok?” 

“Ok.” He nodded. 

You both just sat in silence as you let the date sink in.

You claimed that you wanted to heal, and that you couldn’t stop running away from your problems, but here you were— running away from your biggest one. You thought that you wanted to keep in contact when you left, but in all honesty, you weren’t so sure. But you guess time would tell.

May 20th, 2:00 pm - this is goodbye

So here it is, your last hangout, the last time you would probably see him for a while, and it was memorable— you guess?

You two decided to go to an amusement park, and then the aquarium. You were having a great time, but you kept noticing his stares, exchanging glances every once in a while, it was very weird. 

“What?” You kept asking, his eyes widening in, obviously forceful confusion and innocence.

“Nothing, nothing. Nothing at all man.” He would respond each time, shrugging his shoulders. 

You were in the aquarium, holding the stuff animal that he bought you tightly in your arms. 

“Y/n, I have to tell you something.”  He spoke, clearing his throat. 

“What’s up?” You turned to him, a wide smile on your face as you looked him in the eyes. 

“I um-” he paused, gulping and biting his lip nervously as you stared at him with curious eyes.  

“I just wanted to say that I’m gonna miss you and I hope we stay close.” He smiled, sticking his thumb up awkwardly.

“Aww me too Mark.” You smiled in return, pulling him into a hug.

Finally you were back to your apartment after a long, but fun day with him. He wanted you to come over so he could prepare some dinner for you, but you knew that you were going to be exhausted tomorrow from the move so you respectfully declined, letting him know that you needed rest. 

“Well, I guess this is goodbye then huh?” You said, a bittersweet smile on your face as you looked at his gleaming eyes.

“I guess it is. You’ll visit right?” He questioned.

“Of course I will, and you can come visit me whenever you want too. There’s a lake nearby that I think you’d love.” You smiled.  

“Ok, I’ll definitely visit for sure.” He nodded. A comforting silence surrounding the two of you as you just stared at each other.

“Well, I have to get going.” You said, breaking the silence, a grin on your face. 

“Ok. I’ll see you later… bye y/n!” 

“Bye Mark!” You smiled, turning away to walk to your apartment, looking behind you once more, a smile on his face as he waved.

You never thought that your story would end this soon. Even, though— or, if you, remained friends, you knew it would never be the same no matter how much you visit or text each other, but that’s okay, you were fine with it… right?

May 21st, 8:36 pm - I’m home.

Hey, just checking to see if you got there smoothly?

Yep, all moved in lol

Great I’m glad, I’ll definitely be coming soon;) but anyways, I’ll let you get some rest. Talk to you later

Talk to you later :)

May 21st, 12:23 am - hate me forever.

❥ 1 new voice message from - mark

I know you might hate me forever after this, but I was thinking about it and it’s best if I just told you. You’ve been nothing but kind to me and it seems like all I do is fuck your life over, but Ive gotten it all wrong anyways, so I might as well confess now. Fuck Y/n, I think- I think I’m in love with you. You’re going to be so pissed off with me and I was about to tell you yesterday before you left, but you looked so happy and I didn’t wanna ruin it with my own personal feelings like I always do. I thought I didn’t want to be with you, I thought I never would want to be with anyone ever, but you made me realize that I do and I feel like there was a reason that I kissed you, tipsy or not. Well I did more than just kiss you, but nevermind that. Sorry. I don’t know why I said that sorry. Anyways sorry, I um dude I’m actually like, this is like frustrating, but I hope that we can still be close even though we don’t live near each other anymore. And yeah, I thought to tell you this so you could reject me and get your revenge you know? Sorry I don’t know why I said that either- sorry for saying that- whyd I- anyways, man I just- ok turn this off actually, but I- I love you Y/n and I hope we stay close, wait dude didn’t I just say that? I don’t know anymore man ok bye- love you- bye.

Don’t listen to that I was drunk :/

Getting drunk the day I leave, miss me already? ;)

Ha you’re funny. Don’t listen tho seriously

Ok fine I won’t .-.

What the fuck.

You obviously listened to it, the first thing you heard in the morning and all you could do was sit in your bed shocked.

You never thought this day would ever come, nor prepared yourself for it.

There was nothing you could do, he fumbled, and you had lost feelings. That was his fault sorry not sorry, but as the week went on you could only think about that message.

It ran through your mind over and over again, and the more you thought about, the more you wanted him.

No matter how much you tried to force your feelings away and tell yourself that you didn’t have them anymore, you can never deny love you feel for someone else, never. 

You loved Mark, and you needed to talk to him.

May 30th, 8:00 pm - we can't be friends.

It had been about a week after the voice message, and you tried to ignore everything. Tried to ignore your feelings, your families nagging and constant toxicity, and tried to ignore him running through your mind. You both haven’t talked since then, I guess he was too guilty to even try and you just let it go.

“Y/n, there’s someone here for you.” You heard screaming from downstairs. 

Your brows furrowed in curiosity as you made your way downstairs. 

You went to the front door, opening it to see Mark standing there. Your eyes widening as he stood at the door with a cheeky smile. 

“Mark what are you doing here!?” You asked, slipping on your sandals and walking outside, shutting the door behind you.

“I told you I would come soon.” He smiled. 

“How did you even find my address?” Your forehead crinkled as you looked at him with questioning eyes. 

“We share locations.” He answered quickly, swirls of passion in his eyes. 

“Mark, that’s like- kinda weird.” You answered, a chuckle escaping your lips as he scratched the back of his head.

“Man, I just be checking sometimes, just to make sure you’re ok. Now can you show me this lake that you talked about, it’s all that’s been running through my mind.” 

“Yes mark I can show you the lake.” You said, grabbing a blanket and your phone. 

You two sat at the lake, watching the sunset, talking like you haven’t seen each other for months.

As you two talked, him confessing kept crossing your mind, really it was all that you could think of actually.

You didn’t know if you should just leave it alone like he did, tell him that you knew and that it was ok, or just tell him you like him first to see if he says anything.

You honestly didn’t know how it would affect the relationship between the two of you, but you just wanted to say something at least, and you weren’t upset like he thought. 

“Mark.” You begun, swallowing the anxiety that crawled up your chest into your throat. 

He didn’t even respond, just looked at you blankly, his eyes hinting a bit of worry. 

“I listened to the voice message.” You mumbled. 

His face dropped, ears turning red as he opened his mouth to say something, lip quivering as the words got stuck.

You could feel his heart race even though you weren’t even touching him. He paused for a second, then his voice sounded in fast and high pitch words. 

“Y/n, I’m seriously like so sorry. I know that had to be confusing and I honestly wish that I deleted it before you listened dude, swear. You did not deserve to be tangled up in my feelings-” 

“Don’t worry, it’s mutual.” You interrupted. 

“And I just- wait what?” He paused, looking at you with confusion in his eyes, but a bit a relief in his voice.

“It’s mutual.” You nodded, just as surprised of your words as Mark at that point. 

“But I thought you stopped liking me?” His said, his voice sounding flabbergasted. Eyes twinkling as he looked into yours. 

“I did, but I never stopped loving you, and I guess that counts right?” You said, a small grin on your face as his face lit up. 

“So- so would you be with me? Would you be my girlfriend Y/n?” He asked, turning to you, voice high pitched and excited as his eyes went brighter and wide. 

“I would… if you promise to never leave me alone, if you promise to always be there with and for me?” You answered, eyes sparkling as a smile crept on your face from just looking at him. 

“I promise Y/n. I’m not letting you go again. I want us to be together forever if it’s possible.” He spoke, scooting closer to you and grabbing your hands, holding them tightly. 

“Ok, well then- I would love to be your girlfriend Mark.” Your cheeks hurt as you smiled strongly, your words full of warmth. 

“But wait, there’s something we’re forgetting.” He paused, you humming in response as he grabbed something from his coat pocket. 

He held up the shimmering diamond necklace, your eyes sparking as you looked at it with a smile. 

“Do you just carry that around with you? That’s weird.” You asked, giggling to yourself. 

“Call me what you want bro, but it’s yours.” 

He smiled, signaling you to turn around so he could put it on you. 

“Wow this is so excited I could just kiss you.” He squealed as you turned around.

You raised your eyebrows, a smirk painting your face as you starred at him. He blinked quickly, a smirk appearing on his face shortly after yours. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, cheekbones defined from blushing. 

“Yes. You can kiss me.” You responded, nodding as your cheeks grew warm as the smile on your face began to hurt from how big it was. 

He smiled, grabbing your face and pulling it to his, looking at your eyes before leaning in.  The taste was familiar, yet so much sweeter. You wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him even closer to you, lips not leaving each others. 

Now this is what you could call magical— no regrets, no alcohol, just love. 

July 7th, 9:38 am. - my darling.

“Happy one year- meetiversary?” He spoke. 

You giggled, meeting him at the counter, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he handed you a mango smoothie.

“Whatever happened to the watermelon ones?” You asked. 

You were relieved for sure, but still curious because after your birthday he stopped giving them to you. 

“I thought you didn’t like them?” He asked, his eyebrow raised as he titled his head. 

“Did I tell you that?” You paused, looking at him with confused eyes. 

“No, but I could tell from like the first day I gave you one.” 

“So if you could tell I didn’t like it, why’d you keep making them for me?” You questioned, head titling. 

“Oh I just wanted to mess with you, see how long it would take for you to crack, but you didn’t, surprisingly.” He said, a smirk appearing on his face.

“So why Mangos now?” You raised your eyebrow questionably. 

“It’s your favorite fruit.” 

“How do you know that?” 

“Y/n It was in your 4 hour cooking course. You mentioned how it was your favorite fruit.” He answered, you nodding in response understandably before tilting your head once again. 

“But you bought the one with my favorite meal, the 2 hour one?” You said, causing his lips to curl into a smile.

“Oops.” 

You hit him playfully, scolding him about not buying your classes anymore and that you were right there to teach him, but he never listened regardless so you stopped wasting your breath. 

You two were long distance for a tad bit, but he finally convinced you to come back so you could be closer again, and trust you took it deeply into consideration after you kept getting in fights with your family when you moved back home. So you’re back.

Sometimes you just sit and think about what if you never moved in the first place. How would your life be? Nevermind that, you just felt grateful to have him and he felt the same about you. It’s been a year since you and Mark have met, and to say that it’s been an emotional rollercoaster was an understatement. Your connection was for sure a journey, and every step of the way, no matter if it was sad or happy, it brought the two of you where you meant to be— together. 

September 15th, 5:39 pm (5 years later) - I’ll never let you go.

Sorry to bother you on your run, but do you think you can pick her up some diapers otw home?

Delivered at 8:30 am

Y/n omg she’s crying so hard, she misses her mom, come back soon :(

Delivered at 9:30 am

Sorry, I’ll leave you alone, but I’m telling the truth about her crying.

Delivered at 9:31 am

Y/n, it’s been an hour, where are you? Why is your location off?

Delivered at 10:42 am

Y/n where are you? I’m becoming very upset, text back. 

Delivered at 12:38 pm

baby, are you okay? Why aren’t you picking up my calls?

Delivered at 2:09 pm

Did I do something to upset you? I’m sorry if I did, plz come home so we could talk about it. 

Delivered at 5:00 pm

About 30 minutes, I got a call that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Hello is this the husband of Y/n L/n?”

You always told me that you would list me first for your emergency contacts, but I didn’t think anything of it. 

“I’m sorry to inform you, but she was involved in a very bad hit and run car accident. Please come down here as soon as possible so we can discuss the matter with you.” 

My heart trembled at the call, I couldn’t even stand straight.

Your long time friend, your roommate met me at the hospital, taking our baby girl out of my hands before I went into the hospital room, hands shaking every step of the way to you.

When I saw you, my heart sunk, it had to have been a nightmare, no way this was real.

I couldn’t even make it fully in the room before turning and walking out the door. Screaming, tears streaming down my face as I tried to find who did this to you. Thank god our baby was there, gave me a reason to not find him and kill him myself.

The doctors helped me calm down and I finally walked in fully, trying to hold my composure as I got closer to you.

They had you hooked up to all this complicated equipment, but all I could see was you.

I took a seat by your side, tears falling from my eyes as the doctors gave me a minute to spend with you quietly. 

“She’s brain dead. The impact of the car sent her into cardiac arrest and the impact from the fall added severe damages to her brain”

I heard that from beside me, a sorrowed voice that just sunk into my brain, carving the words harshly into my heart.

My eyes shut as I wrapped my hand around yours.

You were cold, and that only made my heart shatter more.

“Is there anyway she’ll wake up? Anything?”

I tried to speak, but my voice cracked and squeaked as I saw the doctor’s forcefully cold expression, sympathy in his eyes as he shook his head. 

“I’m sorry, but there’s really nothing we can do but pull the plug, but that’s a decision for you Mr. Lee.” 

Tears were in my eyes, my face focused as I stared at you. I was in my right mind— I think, but I couldn’t help my emotions that began to flow out. 

“Can- can she feel anything?”

I asked, my voice cracked as I looked at your face.

No matter how cut up it was you still looked so beautiful. 

“No.” The doctor spoke. 

“So then, I guess that’s the only thing to do right?”

I mumbled, small hiccups escaping my throat as the doctor nodded in agreement, leaving me in the room with you alone for a few more minutes. 

I felt numb when I heard that long agonizing beep, couldn’t feel anything but tickling tears rolling down my cheek as I looked at your face.

I could hear faint sounds of your roommate crying, along with our babies cries ringing in my ear, but I couldn’t do anything— I couldn’t move, I couldn’t talk, I was shattered. 

I love you y/n. I will love you forever, and the day that I die, I’ll look for you, and only you.

May 30th, 6:46 pm (4 years later) - interminable

Happy anniversary y/n

it’s been 9 years since I asked to be your boyfriend haha time flies so fast doesn’t it?

Oh, our precious baby girl is 5 years old now, whatttt.

She loves you so much, always ask for stories about her mom, wants to be a chef just like you. 

It’s funny because guess what? she hates watermelon smoothies too. She tried to lie, but I saw it in her face. Reminds you of someone huh? 

Yk I still remember laughing to myself every time I gave you those smoothies, you tried so hard to act like it was good, but I could tell.

I still listen to your voice messages, the ones you always told me that your laugh sounded ugly, remember? Well I think it sounds beautiful, your laugh never fails to crack me up. 

Oh and guess what? I have a surprise. Are you ready? you’re gonna be so happy.

I met Gordon Ramsey! Are you jealous lol? Don’t worry I bragged to him about you, he said you sounded lovely. It always amazes me how talented you are.

I know you’re smiling so hard aren’t you? You wouldn’t leave me for Gordon Ramsey right?

Wait also before you get mad at me, of course I still have the cookbook

And yes I still cook every recipe out of that book, even the one with the sauce that always made me fart, god you hated that one. 

I still think about you everyday 

And I still miss you so much

Like really really miss you. 

Y/n, I really really really fucking miss you 

And I still love you, I will never stop loving you. 

Happy anniversary.

I love you too Mark, happy anniversary.

So, yes you’re not here anymore, but he made a promise to you, and he kept it. You will always love him, and be there for him and watch over him and your child. You don't always need a body to live on, all you need is a heart, and as long as he's living, your heart resides with his.��

©mafiadad5

[hunterthecharmer]

Unexpected - Part 4

Summary: You work for an events company and end up being assigned as a talent handler for a 2 week long convention. Your co-worker ends up assigned to Glen Powell, but you catch his eye. Can you remain professional and keep him from knowing you're actually a pretty big fan of his?

Authors note: we are finally off to the races with the Glen content. It’s only uphill from here 💙 inserting these pics because they’re my inspo for his look. Let me know your thoughts!!

You awaken to the sound of your phone buzzing loudly on your wooden nightstand. You groan as you reach toward the glowing screen, eyes burning as you flip it over to see who’s blowing you up. It’s 5am, and Savannah’s contact photo fills your screen. You hit the answer button, sitting up in bed and rubbing your eyes. “Hello?” you croak, voice hoarse.

“Oh, thank goodness you answered! I've been trying to get a hold of you for the last forty-five minutes. I still feel like crap, is there any way you can take over Glen’s schedule today? I already texted our lead about it, and Dylan doesn’t have any overlaps so you’re good there.”

You blink slowly as you try to process her words. “Sure, Sav. I’m sorry you’re sick.” You finally reply. “When do I need to pick him up?” Savannah coughs on the other end of the line. “His first event is at 8! Thank you so much, I owe you big. I’m gonna go back to sleep.” She hangs up, and you fall back into the mattress.

---

“I’m gonna need 3 coffees this morning, thanks.” You hurriedly grab the drink carrier back to your golf cart before speeding over to Dylan’s cabin. “Morning Mr. O’Brien!” You grin at him, pointing excitedly to the coffee cups. “Heck yeah! Let’s do this.” He takes the cup from your hands and slides next to you. “Dylan, I have to cover for Savannah today with Glen so it might get a little hectic, but don’t worry. I promise you’re my priority, and you won’t be late to anything!” You smile at him as you drive toward his trailer, putting your sunglasses on with your free hand. Dylan sips his coffee, “No problem.”

Once he’s dropped off, you head to pick up Glen. You pull in front of his cabin and beep the horn a few times to let him know you’re ready. He emerges moments later in jeans and a blue argyle sweater, hair perfectly styled. His leather watch catches the sun as he bounces down the stairs, face lighting up when he spots the coffee in the cup holder. “You’re my hero!” You giggle before reversing the cart. “Bad nights sleep, Mr. Powell?”

“Just a lot on my mind.” He answers quickly, only glancing over to you out of the corner of his eye as he drinks his coffee. He then waves a hand in front of you both, continuing. “Woah woah woah, Savannah does NOT call me that. Does Dylan ask to be addressed that way? Cuz’ I will give him so much shit for that later.” You burst into laughter together, covering your mouth in embarrassment. “Look, we are technically supposed to address all talent this way. Unless they specify otherwise that is.” You smile to yourself as you drive.

“Well I am definitely specifying. You’re like, what, only a few years younger than me right? I’m just Glen. K?” You nod. “Understood.” You let silence fill the air as you continue to drive towards his trailer, a couple light giggles escaping from both of you.

“Also, I know you’ve heard already but I will be covering Savannah today, so anything you need, just text or call me. Okay?” you look at him and he shoots you a thumbs up, downing the rest of his coffee before you arrive at the trailer.

“Have a good class!” You encourage, and Glen spins around to wink at you while clicking his pen, journal tucked under his arm. You wait until he gets through the door before you drive away to check on your friend.

….

“Long story short, I’m feeling much better.” Savannah sighs as she cuddles further into her blanket, the tv lightly playing in the background of her room. “I’m glad to hear it. You think you’ll be back in business tomorrow? It’s getting a little difficult with Glen. Not in a bad way, it’s just that he is being really sweet and I…I’m trying really hard to be professional. But you know how I feel about him!” You exclaim in a hushed tone, flopping backward onto the comforter. Savannah nods knowingly. “Just keep being yourself, you can’t help how he acts or feels toward you. You just can’t forget that you have a job to do.” You listen to her, twisting your hair around your finger as your stomach drops. You spend a little more time with her before heading back to pick up the boys and continue to drop them off for their events the rest of the day. Fortunately for you, they both had events close in proximity to each other so you didn’t have to drive either of them far, which left less time for you and Glen to talk. By the time the day was over, you happily slipped off your shoes and took a shower longer than normal to release some of your nerves. Glen was a celebrity, and naturally charming. No way would he ever actually flirt with you, right? You’re a nobody. Just a normal girl who happens to be working an event he booked to help him further his career. His very real, very serious Hollywood career.

You allow the warm water to cascade down your back for a while before stepping out of the shower to slide into bed, flipping on the TV to watch a movie and enjoy your pizza the craft service sent you to your cabin with.

As the hours pass, a storm forms outside and you welcome the thunder with the occasional flashes of lightning making the room glow. It eventually lulls you to sleep until you’re ripped from your dream to the sound of your work phone buzzing from across the room. You instantly snap up in bed at the different ring tone, your brain telling you this is important. You lunge toward the phone and look at the caller ID - it’s Glen’s assistant. Confused, you answer the call.

“Hello, this is..” A female’s voice instantly begins speaking as soon as they have confirmation someone is on the other end of the phone. You listen closely, rubbing your eyes as you realize it’s 3 in the morning. You learn that Glen’s mom has been trying to get ahold of him all night but he hasn’t heard her calls; she and his dad were out riding their electric bikes that evening when his dad accidentally wrecked it, hurting his back pretty badly. They had been out and about downtown so his mom didn’t want Glen to hear it from a news outlet before he could hear it from them and know his dad was going to be fine. You feel your heartbeat quicken as you assure her that you’d let Glen know as soon as possible so he could give his family a call, since they were all still at the hospital with his dad. You hang up with her and start slipping on your tennis shoes and rain jacket, grimacing at your air dried hair in the mirror and deciding to throw on your hat to hide it. The rain was still coming down heavily outside, so you’d need to be quick. You rush out the door and onto your golf cart, instantly missing having a car here on the property. You make it to Glen’s cabin in no time, struggling to see through all the rain. The claps of thunder startle you as you put the cart in park and run to the front door. You knock loudly on the door, calling Glen’s name as you do. “Glen, Glen! Wake up! Please!” You bang on the door about 6 more times before the door finally swings open, a very tired and confused Glen standing before you in his sweatpants. “What’s going on?” His voice is raspy as he steps aside for you to come in, drenched from the storm. You stand near the front door and pull your phone out of your jacket pocket. “I’m sorry to wake you, but your assistant called me. Your dad’s in the hospital for a back injury. He and-” Glen cuts you off, eyes widening. “Oh my gosh, is he ok? When did this happen?” He paces over to his phone on the nightstand, raking a hand through his hair as he sees all his missed call notifications. “He’s okay, I promise! He had an accident on the electric bike with your mom downtown. She wanted to tell you before you heard it elsewhere.” You finally get out all the details, watching as he nods along while dialing his mom. They speak for a few moments before hanging up. You tried not to eavesdrop but you could hear most of what was said. They didn’t want him to fly all the way back to Texas, there was nothing he could do there that he couldn’t do here. They would discharge his dad in a day or so, it wasn’t like it was life threatening. Glen sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes wandering over to yours. “Thank you for driving over here to tell me, I’m a pretty heavy sleeper.” He shoots you a sleepy smile, the pain he is trying to hide all over his face. It hurts you to see him so upset, so worried.

“Of course, I’m just glad I heard my phone and that everyone’s okay.” You yawn, awkwardly shifting your weight as you adjust your hat on your head, irritated at how drenched you were. You were shivering in his doorway, texting his assistant to let her know you had told Glen and all was well.

“Hold on, is that a Longhorns hat?” He asks in disbelief, slipping a t- shirt over his head before suddenly standing to walk over to you. In one quick motion, you cover the logo with one hand and pull your hood over your head, body turning toward the doorknob. “Uh, yeah! Yeah, it is. Small world, right? Anyways, I’ll let you get back to sleep.” You stumble over your words, knowing full well that he could never know the real reason as to why you own the hat on top of your head. Never.

“You were already awesome, but this just tipped you over the edge.” He smirks playfully at you, his warm hands reaching for your cap and carefully lifting it off of you. He inspects the inside, giving a nod of approval before putting it back on you. “Yep, that’s official alright.”

Grinning at each other, you twist the doorknob and step backward, the cold rush of the rain and winds blowing the hood off your head. “What’re you doing?” Glen shouts, quickly slamming the door shut and tugging your wrist towards him, and back towards his warm room. “It’s nasty out there, no way I’m letting you drive back yet. You can hang here until it clears up.” Glen throws the blanket draped over the couch in front of the fireplace over to you, and you catch it with a huff. “No, Glen..do you understand that I will lose my job if anyone sees me leaving here at this hour? It’s extremely unprofessional.” You shake your head while draping the blanket over your shoulders, thankful for its warmth. Glen leans against the tufted sofa, crossing his arms as he purses his lips. “You came here to give me a message about my family. I don’t care who I have to explain that to. Now come over here and let’s get you warmed up.” His tone is quiet now, dripping with exhaustion and care. He was not going to take no for an answer.

Hanging your head in defeat, you kick off your shoes and jacket before heading over to join him by the fireplace. He flips a switch on the electric fireplace, the heat quickly warming your bones. You watch the flames dance along the screen, unusually grateful that it wasn’t a real fireplace at this moment because of the time it might take to get it going. Glen sighs as if he is having the same thought before taking a seat on the couch. He drapes an arm over the backside of it, as if to invite you to sit next to him. You opt for the floor, planting yourself on the soft shag rug. He clicks his tongue with a low hum before sliding down to join you, nudging your shoulder.

“I don’t bite, you know.” He began, before gently removing your hat from your head, your hands reaching up to smooth out your frizzy hair immediately. Glen slowly stops you, his own hands covering yours to pull them down. You stare at each other for a moment, as you wait for him to say something else. When he doesn’t, you speak up to fill the quiet space. “Thanks for letting me wait out the storm. I hope it clears up befo-“

Glen cuts you off.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

His blunt confession rattles you, suddenly feeling like a deer in headlights. Had you been that obvious?

Your mouth goes dry, mind swirling with what to say to him.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.” You lie, your expression one of stone while your tone betrays you. You so desperately wished that you could be more coy at this moment.

His sage eyes sparkle at you, his body shifting so that he’s fully facing you now, hugging his knees to his chest as he watches you go still.

“It’s 4am, you’re off the clock and I’m calling your bluff.” his lips curl into another smirk. Your eyes search his face, the glow of the flames making him look even better than normal. You make a mental note of his disheveled hair, not able to stop yourself from running your fingers through it. He exhales deeply, enjoying your touch. You search his face for any sign that he wants you to stop, but instead his eyes begin to close, head leaning forward into your touch. A few long, quiet moments pass, the storm outside and crackle of the fireplace filling the room.

“You didn’t deny it.” He finally whispers, his voice so relaxed you almost can’t hear him.

You slowly halt scratching his head, your hands moving to either side of his face to gently trace his features. He smiles softly at you, and it makes your heart leap.

His hands rest on your ankles as you face him, legs criss crossed. The contact makes your breath quicken, thankful they aren’t any higher.

“Alright, fine. Yes, I may or may not….” you pause, carefully choosing your words, “find you attractive.”

His eyes widen, hands suddenly raising to grip your upper arms before swiftly pushing you backwards to pin you onto the floor. “Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t quite catch that. I’m gonna need you to speak a little louder for me.” His tone is low, and extremely flirty. You giggle beneath him, his boyish expressions making you dizzy. You’ve already admitted the words to him, no use in trying to be bashful now.

“I find you attractive, okay?!” You admit, covering your face with your hands to hide your burning cheeks.

“Oh no no no, uh uh. Don’t go acting all shy on me now. Look at me.” He laughs with you, prying your hands away. He lowers his nose to graze yours, a warm hand pushing your hair back from your forehead.

You bring your eyes up to meet his gaze, the warmth of his breath and smell of his cologne enveloping you.

“Hi.” You whisper softly, the last few days of interacting with him feeling like a strange lead up to a moment like this. It felt like something out of a movie. Your mind was screaming at you to get up off the floor and drive back to your cabin for the sake of your job and being professional, while your body was paralyzed in place.

“Hi.” He softly exhales back to you, brushing noses with you again before kissing your cheek. His soft lips, the warmth of the fireplace and the wind blowing outside made you sink into the floor beneath him. How many times had you dreamt of a moment like this? And then for it to happen with your celebrity crush?

Lifting his head to get a better look at you, his eyes search your face for a reaction. You can feel your cheeks getting tight at how hard you’re smiling, heart beating out of your chest. You feel your lips part, eyes dropping back to his lips. Feeling brave and overtaken by your attraction to him you lace your hands behind his neck to pull him back down to you, lips crashing together. The kiss is soft but firm, your fingers drifting to find his hair before he deepens the kiss. A strong arm loops under your back, pressing his body closer to yours. You hum against his lips, tasting his minty mouthwash as his tongue intertwines with yours.

His other hand reaches up to hold the side of your face, his thumb gently circling your cheek, right near the edge of your lips.

Finally breaking apart for air, Glen lifts you from the soft rug and brings you to your feet, placing your arms over his shoulders to be back around his neck as his arms snake around your waist to pull you into him, his lips finding yours again. He guides you backwards towards his bed, your knees bending at the side of the bed frame to sit on the edge mattress while you both continue to kiss each other’s faces off. When his hands start to glide underneath your oversized sleep shirt, you pull back from him, eyebrows raised. “We should stop.” You pant, voice quiet. He pouts at you, fingertips running up and down your spine. You close your eyes, trying to gauge if the rain had let up. It sounded like it had, to your dismay. You were also trying to soak in this moment because chances were it wasn’t ever going to happen again. When you open your eyes, his are now closed as he continues to trace circles on your back. You run a hand through his hair to put it semi back to normal, gently tapping the side of his face to wake him up. “Hey, you should get some sleep. I think it’s slowing down out there so I’m gonna head back.”

His eyes shoot open, and you feel a tinge of guilt as you note the redness in them now. Yours probably matched. You place both palms on his chest to wiggle your body away from him off the bed, making a beeline for your shoes and jacket near the door. It was taking every last bit of willpower not to turn around to tackle him back onto the bed, your body already missing his touch. He follows you to the door, handing your hat back to you with a smirk. “Thanks again.”

Your brows knit together in confusion as you take the hat from him, pulling your hood over your head and feeling around in your pocket for the cart key. “For..?” Your voice trails off. Glen laughs, “For the update on my dad. And for the kisses.” He winks at you, and your cheeks flush. Unsure of what to say, you step closer to him, his body leaning down to you in response. Getting on your tiptoes, you quickly cover his face in kisses, the child-like giggle that escapes his lips making your heart swell. You purposely leave his lips out of it, kissing his cheeks one last time before backing away from him. He frowns suddenly, shaking his head.

“Why’re you running away?” His tone is still playful, making it harder for you to leave. You felt like you were having an out of body experience, shocked at your bravery to kiss his face like you’d daydreamed of doing while watching his films, running your hands through his sandy blonde hair and pressing your bodies together. You needed to let him sleep, and you needed to rest too.

“I’m not, we just need to be able to function tomorrow. Goodnight, Glen.” You smile sweetly at him, shimmying your long coat sleeve off to expose your left hand to give him a tiny goodbye wave. He groans, throwing his head back before holding the door for you, watching as you drive away.

[babygirldabi]

can I get Dabi and hawks threesome headcanons or a fic 🌚 Srry I’m horny

LMAOOOOOOO aren't we all

Anyways hope you like daddy kinks and stuff

CW: Daddy kink, threesome, multiple creampies, degradation, praise, female reader, use of alcohol, let me know if I've missed anything x

There is nothing in this world that Dabi wouldn’t do for you. Nothing. 

So when he asks you what you want for your birthday, you do not hesitate to tell him the truth. 

The silence is heavy, and at first you think he’s pissed, so you can’t look him in the eye. Why did I say that Why did I say that Why did I say that

“For real?” He asks, in a voice so soft you’re forced to look up. His pupils are dilated. You can’t help the laugh that escapes your mouth, he’s practically panting. 

“Is that weird?”

“No,” he answers, almost too quickly, then seems to collect himself. “No,” he says more slowly. You nod. 

“I know we’ve talked about it…”

And you have. Hypothetically. A while back. 

He nods. “This is what you really want?” The low gravel of his voice, deeper, somehow, when he’s aroused, makes you shiver. 

You nod, decisively. “This is what I want.”

And so, when he makes the call, he’s prepared to ask nicely. 

“I’m thinking about having whiskey tonight.” Hawks always answers Dabi’s calls as though they’re mid-conversation.

Dabi takes a drag of his cigarette before answering, leaning against the brickwork of your apartment building, lazily surveying the street. “Yeah? What kind?”

“That’s why I’m glad you called.” On the other end of the line, Hawks considers the store shelf in front of him. “Macallan or WhistlePig?”

Dabi snorts. “I drink Jack Daniels, man. Fuck if I know.”

“WhistlePig it is.” Hawks seizes the bottle from the shelf and begins to stroll to the register. “Nice talking to you, man. See you around.”

“Hey- where the fuck are you goin’?” Dabi’s muted voice demands as Hawks pulls the phone from his ear. “Get the fuck back here.”

Hawks obliges. “What’s up?”

“I called you.”

“Ah, yeah. Okay. Why?”

Dabi rubs one temple with his free hand, eyes closed. “You’re a fuckin idiot.”

“I was on patrol late last night,” Hawks complains. “Spit it out.”

So Dabi does. 

Hawks stops dead in his tracks, nearly dropping his bottle on the tile floor. “Excuse me?”

“For her birthday. That’s what she wants.”

Silence. 

“Pick your jaw up offa the floor, bird brain.”

Hawks closes his mouth sheepishly. “Now how the fuck did you know-”

“Because I know you. So what do you think.”

“You-she- I-she…WHAT?”

“I’m not the one making the request. I’m the messenger.” Dabi smirks. “And participant.”

“Is this a joke?”

“How I wish it were,” Dabi sighs wistfully, enjoying this shocked, stuttering version of the winged Hero so much he can’t help but prolong it. “But this is what she wants.”

In reality, for all the shit he gives Hawks, Dabi trusts him implicitly. Not that he’d ever admit that. Which is why such a request had to go directly to Hawks. Dabi doesn’t necessarily like to share, but if he must, Hawks is his go-to. 

Hawks pretends to hesitate long after he’s mentally agreed. “Shit, yeah, okay. As long as you don’t get jealous and burn my wings off or anything.”

Dabi laughs wryly. “I’m not makin’ any promises.”

One week later, your birthday has come and very nearly gone, it being 9 pm on the holy day itself. You’ve been brunched, presented with gifts, had cake (ice cream, your favorite), and drank more wine than Dabi secretly thinks is safe for you, but who is he to regulate the birthday girl. Now, everyone has gone home, the apartment has been tidied, and you are in the shower, washing the festivity out of your hair. It’s been a good day. So good, in fact, that you’ve mostly forgotten the request you made to Dabi a few weeks ago. This morning he had presented you with a beautiful necklace, silver with a blue crystal (Lapis Lazuli, if you remember correctly) carved into a flame. It twinkles at the base of your throat now, in the low light. You hum absentmindedly as you rinse conditioner from your hair, exhausted and perfectly content. 

 A low knock sounds at the bathroom door. “Come in,” you sing, shutting off the water and wringing your hair out. Dabi steps in. 

“So. Good day?”

“Good day,” you confirm, stepping out of the shower and allowing him to wrap you in a towel. “Great day. Thank you for making it so great.”

He smiles at you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Got one more gift for ya.”

Your head jerks up in surprise. “You do?” 

He nods, smug as ever. “C’mon.” Taking your hand, he leads you out of the bathroom, through your bedroom, and into the living room. 

“Keigo?” 

“Hey, darlin’.” The winged Hero is seated on the couch, but stands and swaggers over to you as Dabi leads you into the room. “Happy birthday.” 

“Thanks, but what are you doing he-” 

And then it hits you. 

“Oh.” You turn to stare at Dabi, who’s watching you carefully, making sure you’re okay with this. “OH.”

Dabi shrugs. “Far be it from me to deny the birthday girl.”

A smile spreads across your face, slowly, then all at once. “Really?”

“Really.” 

“Really,” Hawks echoes, reaching for your hand. “Why don’t we sit down, talk about the rules.”

You let Hawks lead you to the couch and sit down beside him, Dabi not far behind. 

“Alright.” For just a second, Hawks assumes his Serious Hero Face. “Let’s talk limits and boundaries.”

“Uh…” it’s hard to collect your thoughts. Flustered, you press your hands to your burning cheeks and try to focus. “Uhm….no wax play, no piss, no fisting.” You peek at Dabi to make sure you’re not missing anything, and he nods in silent confirmation. You can’t believe this is happening. “ Degradation is okay, and-" Your face is bright red by now, you can feel it. "I kinda....have a Daddy kink?" Hawks nods seriously. “Praise?”

“Praise is good,” you nearly squeak. Dabi hides a smile. 

“Safe word?” 

Oh, god. You have to say it out loud. 

“Bonfire,” you whisper, mortified. Hawks raises his eyes to Dabi in disbelief. Dabi nods infinitesimally. 

“That’s….That’s good. Okay. Yeah. That’s good.” Hawks is trying like hell to hold in his laughter. You can’t raise your eyes from the floor. 

Dabi rises. “I’m gonna go get some wine. Help us relax.” He disappears into the kitchen, leaving you and Hawks to your own devices. 

Hawks smiles at you. “Are you good? Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“I’m good,” you half whisper. “I’m, uh…I get a little…shy…”

“That’s okay. We’ll take good care of you.” The Winged Hero stands and stretches, flaunting his toned stomach under his black tank top, riding high above his joggers. “What helps you relax?”

“Crack the windows,” Dabi calls from the kitchen, over the sounds of glasses clinking as they’re set on the counter. “She likes the sound of the rain. And light some of those candles.”

 As you watch, Hawks flits easily around the room, lighting some of the candles you’ve scattered around the space, with scents like Banana Nut Bread and Bourbon Barrel Cake. As the warm, sweet smells begin to drift around the room, he cracks a couple windows on the far wall, and sure enough, the sounds of the rainstorm fill the room. You feel yourself begin to relax, leaning deeper into the plush folds of the couch. 

“Yeah, I can see it on your face.” Hawks smiles gently at you as he rejoins you on the couch. “Starting to feel better?”

“Yeah. I’ve never… uh, done this.”

“Really? Never?”

You shake your head. “I don’t know many…people. And none of my exes ever would've...Well, they weren't as trusting in me as Dabi is."

“Well, I’m honored to be the first.” Hawks puts an arm around you. “C’mon.” Obediently, you lean back against him, just as Dabi breezes back into the room, balancing three wine glasses and a bottle. 

“Told ya.” He addresses Hawks. “I know what helps.” Handing out the glasses, he sinks down on your other side, sliding a hand down your thigh. “Drink up, birthday girl.”

And so, you do. 

As you drink- careful to not drink enough to get really drunk, just enough to feel it and relax- you just talk. Except words are accompanied by soft touches; a squeeze of the thigh, a light brushing of fingers against your bare shoulder. It occurs to you that you’re still just wrapped in your towel, and though you’re nearly embarrassed you also acknowledge that really, it’ll just save time. 

In minutes, you’ve melted like butter between the two men. The towel is looser now; most of your thighs are exposed, your wet hair has been twisted into a bun to allow more access to your neck, which Hawks is currently buried in. You sigh, contentedly, as Dabi loosens the towel and gently pulls it away, kneeling on the carpeted floor to kiss his way up your thighs. 

“How are you feeling, baby?” he rasps, pushing your thighs apart. “You wanna keep goin’?”

You nod, and Hawks cups your cheek, brushing his thumb across your lips. 

“Answer him out loud, sweetheart. We need to hear it.”

“Yes,” you bleat, as Hawks trails a hand down to your chest and tweaks at a nipple. “Yes, I want to keep going.”

“Such a good girl,” Hawks hums, reaching for your other breast to tweak it as well. “She’s such a good girl, Dabi.”

“Yeah, I know.” Dabi smirks, then delves between your thighs, unleashing his tongue on your clit. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, twisting in Hawks’ grasp. “Oh, fuck-”

“Loud, too,” Hawks remarks, amused. “Gimme a kiss, sweetheart.”

You obey, practically throwing yourself against his plush lips, whimpering as he sweeps a tongue against yours, forcing your mouth open. His hand grasps yours, leading it to the tent in his joggers. Without breaking the kiss, he carefully sits up far enough to pull his pants down, freeing his erection. “Touch me, baby,” he orders hoarsely, and sighs as your hand wraps around him and begins to pump. As you jerk him off, he pulls and pinches at your nipples, eliciting small whimpers from you. Dabi watches all of this from below, his tongue circling your clit as he jerks himself off. 

This is so much. It’s nearly too much, and before you know it, the familiar tightening in your stomach is threatening to snap. 

“Oh god,” you pant, breaking free from Hawks’ mouth as you look down at Dabi. “baby- baby i’m g-gonna cum-!”

“Give it to me, baby,” Dabi urges, and Hawks groans against your neck. 

“Let us see you, sweetheart. Be a good girl.”

That does it. 

Wailing, you writhe against Dabi’s mouth as everything in you breaks. Dabi holds on to your thighs, continuing his onslaught against your clit, while Hawks strokes your hair and praises you. 

“So good, baby, so pretty,” he coos, as your breath stutters and then slows. “Just a good little slut, hmmm?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, reaching for him and winding your arms around his neck. Hawks chuckles and pulls you into his lap, his erection pressed against your stomach. “C’mon, good girl,” he whispers. “Sit on my dick.”

You oblige, rising yourself up and settling back down as he pushes inside you, little by little, working your way down. 

“‘S big,” you slur, only opening your eyes to locate Dabi, who has relocated to behind the couch, pumping himself as he watches you lower yourself onto another man’s dick. His pupils are dilated, his face awed. 

“Wanna suck your dick,” you gasp as Hawks bottoms out in you and begins to guide your hips back and forth against him. 

Dabi lets out a chuckle. “Nobody’s stopping you, baby.”

Carefully, grinding back and forth on Hawks, you lean forward enough so that you can wrap your lips around the tip of Dabi’s pierced dick. He rewards you with a harsh grunt, then begins to gently fuck your mouth. 

The sounds of panting and skin slapping against skin fills the room; it occurs to you, vaguely, that you are nothing but a toy, a bunch of available, fuckable holes in this moment, and for some reason, that spurns you on further. Dabi lets you take him deep into your throat, muttering appreciation at your enthusiasm. Below you, Hawks takes your hips and roughly begins to lift you up and drop you back down against him, distracting you. 

“Oh, oh my god,” you choke, pulling yourself off of Dabi and pumping him instead as Hawks fucks you. 

“Yeah? You like it, baby?” Hawks pants, tilting his head back to see yours. 

“So-so fucking good,” is all you can make out, the way he’s dropping you back down on him is making you see stars, you can barely breathe. Dabi grins widely down at you, taking in the way your breasts bounce, your fucked-out expression. 

“Who’s my good little whore?” he croons, leaning down to stroke your face as his best friend fucks the intelligence out of you. “Who’s my dumb little baby?”

“I am, I am, Daddy,” you cry out, the familiar tightening in your tummy threatening to snap. “I’m your good little whore-”

“You gonna cum, baby?”

Your answering “yes” is echoed by Hawks, who has abandoned the premise of making you ride him and instead has begun thrusting up into you as hard as he can at this angle. Dabi watches in awe and faint amusement as you both implode, you, shaking and crying out, reaching for Dabi as you break, and Hawks whimpering into your neck, panting as he cums inside you. 

Dabi stands to the side of the couch, heating his palms and rubbing soothing circles into your back as you and Hawks both come down from your high. 

“So good,” Dabi croons. “So good, baby. You already made Hawks cum, that pussy is so good.”

Hawks doesn’t look remotely abashed as he lifts his head from your neck, peppering your cheek with little kisses. “I want to die in this pussy, baby.”

You laugh, still shaking a little from the aftermath of your second orgasm, then reach for Dabi once more. This time he obliges, lifting you up off of Hawks effortlessly and holding you to him, your legs wrapped against his waist. “Why don’t we give Hawks a little show, baby?”

You know exactly what he means, and you’re nodding before he finishes his sentence. Dabi briefly cups your face and kisses you, once, chastely, on the lips. “Gonna fuck his cum right outta you, sweetheart,” he promises, and then easily lowers you onto him, still standing beside the couch. 

Easily, almost nonchalantly, Dabi begins fucking you, holding you against him and pushing up into you. You tuck your head into his shoulder, panting as he holds to his word. You can feel yourself leaking, dripping with Hawks’ cum as Dabi’s dick fills you to the brim. Hawks jerks off, his erection restored as he stares, almost in awe, at the poetry of Dabi fucking you. 

This, to be honest, is your favorite way for Dabi to fuck you. To feel like a rag doll as he easily lifts and lowers you against his cock, the spot he hits at this angle, the way it completely makes you lose control. You stop thinking somewhere around thirty seconds in and let yourself become his personal toy, devoid of thought. You are nothing but nerve endings and pliable holes for this man in these moments and you are more than happy to fulfill that role for him. 

You don’t know how long its been or what you’ve said- you are vaguely away that you’re babbling as he fucks you, saying god knows what as you cling to his shoulders, letting him use you, when you feel it again. 

“D-Daddy,” your voice wobbles. “I’m- i’m gonna-”

“You gonna cum again, baby?” Even his voice affects you- you clench down on him involuntarily, and he groans. “Fuck, sweetheart-”

“I’m-I think i’m gonna squirt,” you gasp, and Hawks breathes in sharply behind you. “Oh god, daddy don’t stop, dont stop dont stop-”

“Come on, baby. Make a mess.” And you do.

Dabi pulls you off of him just in time; you squirt against his abdomen, rubbing furiously at yourself to prolong it, completely aware that the way you’re moving could cause you to fall, and not even remotely caring. When it’s over, you more or less collapse, curling into his chest as he carries you to the couch. Hawks helps him lay you down against the cushions, your head in Dabi’s lap while Hawks gently stretches your legs out against his lap. Dabi’s warm fingers sift through your hair. 

“You’ve done such a good job, baby.” Dabi’s fingers move from your hair to your cheek, and you nuzzle into his palm. 

“So good,” Hawks agrees, stroking your ankles. “You’re so pretty, baby.”

“Think you can do just a little more for us?”

You’re spent, exhausted, but you nod, anyway. Dabi chuckles. “That’s my good girl. Sit up for me, baby.”

You obey, and Dabi gently helps you onto all fours, facing you on hands and knees to Hawks, who is still languidly stroking himself. 

“Think you can suck his dick while I fuck your pretty pussy, sweetheart?”

Anything, anything, anything for you. 

Hawks straightens himself out on the couch, so that you’re able to lean down to run your tongue over his tip without any trouble. As you take him deeper into your mouth, Dabi begins to sink into you, little thrusts that pull him deeper and deeper into your greedy pussy, swallowing him whole. 

“You’re so good, baby,” Hawks groans, as you take him into the back of your throat. “So obedient, so pretty, so wet…”

“She’s- she’s a good girl,” Dabi pants, his thrusts quicker now, more urgent. “Aren’t you, honey? Tell us you’re a good girl.”

You lift your head briefly. “I’m a good girl,” you mumble, blushing- how you can blush over words after being in such compromising position escapes you, but here you are, anyway.

Both men groan. 

“Yeah,” Dabi sighs, then seizes your hips and begins to fuck you in earnest. You cry out, and Hawks begins to stroke himself, holding eye contact with you as Dabi pounds into you from behind. 

“Tell me you love it,” Hawks orders, suddenly brusque. 

“I-i love it,” you pant, eyes practically crossing as Dabi’s thrusts turn to an unforgiving pounding. “It’s so good, it’s so hard, i love it i love it i love it-”

“Say thank you,” Dabi pants. “Thank us for fucking you so good.”

“Thank you, thank you Hawks, thank you, Daddy, thank you, I want this all the time, I want you both, I wan- I wan cum, I-” before you know what’s happening, your orgasm hits you like a train; crying out, you push back against Dabi, your entire body shaking. 

“Oh, shit- f-f-fuck- FUCK,” Dabi moans, loudly, and you feel him pumping his cum into you. Your shared orgasm triggers Hawks, who shoots his load onto your face, panting and murmuring praise. 

All three of you slump against the couch, and against each other, a tangle of limbs. Finally, Dabi pulls you upright and back against his chest. Hawks goes to the kitchen and comes back with a rag, wiping your face clean before delivering a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“So,” Dabi chuckles, “Good birthday?”

“Good birthday,” you agree. 

Great birthday.

[darkbluekies]

In the middle of the night

Yandere!doctor OC x reader Y/N

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night in panic and Dr Kry does everything he can to make it better. While getting you something to eat, he is confronted by a man who seems to have caught onto his obsession with you and has to be dealt with quickly.

Warnings: drugs, overdosing, killing, framing/faking someon's death, panic attack, obsession, yandere

Word count: 2.4k

There are a few times you call for Dr Kry during the night and tonight is one of those nights. You wake up, drenched in sweat and filled with anxiety in a panicked state. A tight pressure sets over your chest, making you even more frantic. You're lying in your bed with a thick pillow behind your back to keep your head high. That's how you always stay — day in and day out. You can't breathe if you lay flat on your back.

You reach for the phone hung up on the wall that is connected to Dr Kry’s cellphone. You hold the white, plastic phone to your ear while twirling the spiral cord around your finger. 

“Y/N?” Dr Kry asks quickly when he picks up. “What’s wrong?”

“P-Please come”, you cry. 

“I’ll be there in two minutes.”

And then he hangs up. You sink down on your bed with your hands over your chest, manually trying to help your body breathe again. Two minutes later, Dr Kry runs into the dark room, wearing light blue pajamas and silk robe in the same color. You’re in the hospital dress every patient gets. It’s the only type of clothing you’ve worn for a long time. 

“What’s wrong?” Dr Kry asks and crouches down in front of you to be able to see the face of your hung head. “Look at me.”

And you meet his blue eyes. 

“Please don’t cry”, he whispers and pats your tears dry with a soft napkin. “It hurts my heart so badly to see you cry."

“I-I can’t breathe”, you sob. “I want my family. I want my mom."

"They can't be here", Dr Kry says softly but can't help but feel a burning hatred for your family at this moment. "Only I am."

"I-I want my m-mom! I think I’m having a heart attack.”

“Nonsense.”

Dr Kry stands up and starts to move towards the window. You hurry after him, refusing to spend even a second alone in this fragile state. You need someone by your side to reassure you that things will be okay. Dr Kry gasps as he feels your arms wrap around his waist from behind. He looks down at your hands that are clenched together in a stronghold. He can swear that he feels his heart burst at that very moment. You're so sweet, what would he do without you?

He turns around in the embrace and finds you looking up at him with the most precious teary doe eyes imaginable.

"Please don't leave me", you sob and lean your head against his chest.

He freezes, brain going empty. He gulps hard and looks around in disbelief. Is this really happening? Is he dreaming? Suddenly he doesn't feel like the muscular guy he actually is, he feels like he's that little boy he once was getting a hug from his first crush. Shaking arms come up to wrap around you. One hand meets the small of your back and the other on the back of your head, to secure your head in his chest. He thinks he'll die if you remove your head from his heart.

"I'd never dream of leaving you", he smiles and caresses your face, trying to not sound as mushy as he feels. "I was just going to open the window."

You shake your head and bury your head into his chest again. Dr Kry starts to worry that you can hear how hard and how fast his poor heart is beating. His entire body has become limp, he doesn't know what to do. His head starts to feel oh, so light.

"What … what do you want me to do then?" he asks and hears how his own voice is so distant. God, he's dizzy. 

“Please just hold me”, you beg. “I know it’s not professional … but I really need it. I-I’m sorry-”

He gulps hesitantly. “Don’t be … I’ll hold you …”

He picks you up in his lap and sits down on the bed with you in his arms. Dr Kry has never held someone like this before. Not even past lovers. It has never been something he’s been comfortable with and he wouldn’t do this to just anyone. But you’re his darling, his miracle. You’re not like his past lovers. You have made his life worth living. If you need to be held, he’ll hold you. 

You lean your head on his broad shoulder and feel how his muscular arms wrap around you protectively. 

"Am I going to die?" you sob.

"Of course not", Dr Kry says softly, squeezing your hand gently. "This is just temporary. You'll see that you feel much better soon."

"Do you promise?"

"Of course. Do you want me to do anything for you?"

"Can you read for me? "Please?"

"Of course.”

He lets you go carefully and walks over to the bookshelf and picks out the one he's currently reading for you and returns. Gliding back on his rolling stool with a reassuring smile.

"We were on chapter three, right?" he asks.

You nod and sniffle. He reaches out his warm palm to wipe your tears. All he wants is to kiss your pretty, wet lips and take the pain away from you. He wants to break the barriers between doctor and patient, but if he does, he might risk never seeing you again. 

"Thank you doctor", you say quietly and glance towards the clock on the wall. 2:30. "I feel bad for bothering you so much."

"Never feel that. You are my number one patient. I'd do anything for you — and I really mean that. Nothing you'd ask from me is too much."

He starts to read for you and you try to relax and control your breathing again. His voice doesn't take away the pain, but it distracts you enough to enjoy the chapter. After he’s done reading, you seem to be a bit calmer, but something still doesn’t feel right. 

"You know what, Y/N?" he says after a while. “How about we go down to the kitchen and see if we can get you something to eat?”

“I can come with you?” you ask in surprise. 

“I don’t think there’s so many people down there at this hour. I think we’ll be fine.”

You don’t know if you’re hungry or if you just really want to explore the hospital, but you accept his suggestion. There’s only been a few times you’ve been let out of your hospital room, but you’ve never been down to the kitchen.

Dr Kry gives you his silk robe to cover you up and give you some warmth before taking your hand and leads you out into the empty corridor. He walks you to the elevator and pushes the button. 

“Do you have a partner, doctor?” you ask as the elevator takes you down. 

“No, I don’t, why do you ask?” he says.

“You deserve someone. You’re a good guy.”

He sighs. He wants you. That’s all he wants. 

“Thank you, Y/N”, he says instead but wishes that he could say more. 

They step out and Dr Kry looks around to make sure no one watches the two of you. He doesn’t want people to look at you. You’re for his eyes only. 

The only part of the hospital that is in full use for the moment is the ER. Dr Kry leads you through corridors until you reach the kitchen. It’s a large space filled with pots and pans and fridges and stoves. You can’t see where it ends. 

“What do you want?” Dr Kry asks. “If there isn’t anything ready, I’ll cook for you.”

“I don’t know”, you answer. “I don’t feel so hungry.”

“I want you to eat something before going back to bed, Y/N. I will choose for you if you don’t make up your mind.” He lets go of your hand and gives you a gentle push. “Go on, go look through the fridges.”

With his encouragement, you walk over to the metal fridges and start to see if there’s anything in there that could make you feel better. He leans his back against one of the stoves with his arms crossed, watching you. A sound behind you makes the both of you turn. A doctor is standing in the door opening, looking displeased.

“Dr Kry, finally, there you are”, he says shortly. “I need to speak with you.”

You look at Dr Kry in confusion and a bit of fear. Will he scold you for being in the kitchen? You don’t want any trouble.

“Continue to look, I’ll take care of this”, Dr Kry says and moves away from the stove.  

You turn back to the fridges, hearing how the door closes behind them. You can’t help but feel a shiver run down your spine. That look that Dr Kry had in his eyes reminds you of death. 

Dr Kry looks at the man with fury in his eyes and doesn’t start to speak until he’s sure the door has closed behind him — sure that you can’t hear him. 

“What do you want?” he asks and doesn’t even try to hide the annoyed feelings he’s feeling. 

“That woman’s/man’s family has been asking for them for weeks by now”, the other doctor sighs. “I want to know what you are doing with them! Why aren’t you letting the family meet them?”

Dr Kry sighs frustrated. Why does he have to talk about this at three am? You’re not feeling well, Dr Kry has to keep his eye on you. This man is ruining the sweet moments you had together tonight. 

“Can’t this wait?” he mutters. “I’m literally busy.”

“You’re always busy”, the man spits. “If I want to talk to you, I have to search you up in the middle of the fucking night because you’re gone during the day.”

“How did you know I was awake anyway?”

“I saw you pass by the reception.”

“And why are you up?”

“Because I have to help the ER nurses, what else? Stop trying to change the subject. Don’t you know how much trouble you’ll be in if you continue to deny the family any information about your patient or let them see them?”

“Then let me get head deep in trouble.” Dr Kry grabs the door handle harshly, a clear signal that he wants this conversation to be over. “I’m doing my job. Y/N is in no way or shape ready to leave the hospital yet. Besides, they’re an adult. We don’t have to give out information to family members unless they’re underage. Y/N doesn’t want to meet their parents or any family members, so tell them to drop the subject and leave us alone. Now if you don’t mind, I’m busy.”

With that said, Dr Kry opens the door, walks into the kitchen again. You look over your shoulder at him with the sweetest eyes that makes him melt. He locks the door behind him as he feels all anger wash away. 

“Are you finding anything?” he asks softly. 

“I think I found some muffins”, you say and hold up a frozen package. “But … it’s frozen.”

“Let’s put it in the microwave.”

He walks over to you and takes it out of your hands, almost gulping at how soft your skin is feeling. You watch how he takes out two muffins out of the package and places them in the microwave. He presses a few buttons until the two blueberry muffins start spinning around.  

“What did he want?” you ask. “That man.”

“Nothing”, Dr Kry smiles and leans against the stove. “He just wanted to ask me about some work.”

“You looked mad though. Are you sure everything is okay?”

“Everything is fine, Y/N. You’re the patient, I’m the doctor, remember? Let me handle this.”

“Did it involve me?”

Dr Kry laughs softly to cover up how shocked he gets. You watch him in confusion. 

“No, no, of course not!” he lies. “Don’t worry about it. You haven’t done anything wrong. And even if you had, I would take care of it for you. You have nothing to worry about. All you need to do is relax and focus on healing and I will do the rest.”

“Thank you, doctor”, you say quietly.

“No problem.”

The microwave’s beeping ruins the moment. Dr Kry picks out the steaming muffins and gives you one of them. You only hold it for a second before the warning signals shoot through your body and forces you to drop it down on the metal table in front of you with a yelp. 

“Are you okay?” Dr Kry asks quickly and takes your smaller hand in his. “Did you burn yourself? I’m sorry, I should have waited before giving it to you.”

He blows some air on your hand and fights the temptation to kiss it. You bring out the sleeves of the robe to cover your hands and pick it up again. This time, you have an easier time eating it. Dr Kry watches you fondly, smiling at your cute expressions. Gosh, he loves you so much! He can’t imagine his life without you. These sweet moments are the ones he treasures forever. 

“Let’s go back to your room”, he says. “You need some more sleep.”

You nod. Dr Kry places his hand on your back to guide you back, your hands being occupied with holding the hot muffin. You walk by the reception when walking towards the elevators. Dr Kry catches the eyes of the other doctor. He looks at the two of you in a manner that makes Dr Kry clench his jaw. From now on, Dr Kry will keep an eye on that man. Something about him makes him uneasy. If he ever dares to try something with you, Dr Kry won’t be very forgiving. 

He puts you to bed and waits until you’ve managed to fall asleep again before making his way out of your room. Dr Kry has to get rid of that man before he manages to figure out just what you mean to him. If more people understand your relationship, they’ll take you from him and put him in jail. He can’t let that happen. He has to get rid of that man before he can tattletail. 

Dr Kry makes his way to the medicine storage and searches for sleeping pills. A few of these in the man’s coffee and he won’t notice a thing. It’s not easy to get rid of people in a hospital, but Dr Kry has become a natural at faking others death. Overdosing on sleeping pills and then taking a bath could only be the man’s own fault. He just wanted to relax after a long night of hard work! He didn't mean for it to end so tragically.

By the end of the night, the man no longer breathes. The last bubbles have left his mouth. And he’s no longer a threat. Dr Kry smiles as he makes his way over to your room. You’re safe again. 

[faketrex]

Happy weekend, enjoy some cake(gate bodyswap)! As cake must fall, tensions must rise.

To be continued.

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SHARING A SLICE... part 4

RWRB, rated T, 700 words (this part).

(click here for part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

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Henry refuses to give Alex his phone.

“Listen, I’m not thrilled about giving you my phone, but if anybody calls you in the middle of the night, they're gonna expect your hoity-toity voice on the line.”

“Who would call me after midnight?”

“Booty call, maybe?” Alex watches Henry glance over at the window like he’s considering trying to flee. It's stupid. They're in Henry's house – palace – whatever. “Hey, if you break that window, open the curtains first. I don’t want my body getting extra time behind bars because you ruined some historic fabric.”

“It's already a crime against interior design,” Henry mutters, almost surprising Alex into a laugh.

“Seriously, what if there's, like... a royal summons?”

Henry sighs. “You have a point.”

“See?” Alex holds his phone out. “Swap, then we can both go sleep off this shitshow of a day.”

“What if you get a message?” Henry looks down, turning his own phone over anxiously between his palms. Phone addiction is a normal part of Alex's life, but Henry’s attachment seems like it might be even worse than his own.

Maybe he's got some secrets on that thing.

Actually – maybe Alex hasn’t thought this through.

“We leave them locked. Okay? No touching unless they ring.”

“Only break in case of emergency, as they say.”

“Yeah.”

They trade phones. Henry's phone case is a boring navy blue. Reflexively, Alex taps the screen to check for messages; it lights up with a selfie of Henry and Bea, grinning, arms wrapped around each other's shoulders. Before Alex can look more closely, the screen darkens.

Henry clears his throat.

“Sorry,” Alex mumbles. “Habit.”

“Tit for tat.” Henry taps Alex's phone screen, then raises his eyebrows. “Is that–”

“Don't start with me–”

“The Washington Monument, Alex? Really?”

“It's none of your business.”

“Fair enough. To bed, then?”

“Finally.” He slides Henry's phone into his pocket. “Can you give me directions to the guest room or do I need an enchanted map?”

“No, no,” Henry protests. “You’re sleeping here.”

“What? No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I–”

“You look like me, Alex. Kensington has many, many guest rooms. There’s no plausible explanation for me giving up my room.”

“And how the hell do you explain the First Son sleeping here with you?”

“I... we're convincing everyone that we’re best mates, aren't we? Perhaps we had a few too many and you stayed to sleep it off. It has been a very long day, after all.”

“No fucking kidding.” He's way too tired for this. “Fine. Whatever.”

They get ready for bed in silence. Once Henry has had Alex's suitcase brought over to his rooms, Alex drops all his cake-coated white-tie finery in a pile on the floor and pulls on sleep shorts and a t-shirt with his eyes closed.

Hopefully, when he wakes up tomorrow, he'll be back in his own skin. If not... well, he'll burn down that bridge when he comes to it.

Alex eyes the loveseat warily. Henry's tall. It's tiny. “Are you gonna let me sleep here, or is this an antique, too?”

“We can set aside our differences long enough to share a bed for one night, can't we?”

No, they can't. They definitely can't. Still, Alex will be damned if Henry gets a good night’s sleep while he doesn't.

He climbs into Henry's bed hatefully.

While Henry has the water running in the bathroom, Alex wakes his phone once more, out of spite. The photo has changed: it's a beagle, curled up in a nearly perfect circle in an overstuffed dog bed. After a moment, it fades to black.

He taps again: the night sky over a green meadow. The ocean, from the bow of a sailboat. Another selfie, this one of Henry and a smiling man with bright pink hair and a martini glass in his free hand.

The water turns off.

There's barely enough time for Alex to set the phone on the bedside table and turn onto his side before Henry comes back into the bedroom. Henry climbs into bed and turns out the light without saying a word.

Alex keeps his mouth shut, too.

...

(Part 5)

[venuscrashed]

Star Soup

I wanted to try out the oc thing so here…

No pronouns used but intended as gn!reader

Surrounding by stars and the void you looked back at your first encounter with him.

Your family and you were in the hospital. You all surrounded the hospital bed of your mother. She laid there with tears in her eyes as your father quietly yelled at her. He was berating her, calling her names and blaming her if he gets caught.

“You goddamn idiot. If my business gets investigated by the goddamn police I will beat you.” He spit harshly in his thick country accent. “All cause you couldn’t watch what you eat. You fat pig. Telling everyone where my stash is!”

She cried and pleaded with him. Begging for her life, begging to be forgiven. She truly didn’t want her husband to go to jail, let alone beat her. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed through tears. “I mean it! I didn’t know. I’ll check next time.”

“Next time? Next time!” Your father yelled.

“Leave her alone! She didn’t know.” You yelled at him pulling him away from your mother. Only for you to regret it as he turned towards you. “I’m-“ before you could finish you heard a slapping sound. Your face burned, he started to yell but your fight or flight instinct kicked in.

Your feet started to move and soon you were running out of the hospital. Behind you, you could hear the sounds of your father yelling. You ran into the forest, the trees surrounding you.

“Let me get off of this damn planet!” Only you fell deeper into it. You screamed as you fell to the floor. Scraps and blood was on your knees, soaking through your pants. The sound of the forest grew as nature came to life at night. The darkness surrounded you, engulfing you in it as a comfort blanket but only gave you fear. Looking up at the sky as a pale blue light blinded you. “God?”

The light above you began to grow. Within it another source of light was born. Rocks and pebbles began to float as gravity was turned off. Soon pieces of the ufo came into view. It glowed and tony sources of light illuminated its silhouette.

The ufo lowered to the point where it was only hovering above the trees. Your hair started to float and soon you were lifted up off the ground. The sound of the ufo engine cut of your screams. The bright light blinded you as you floated closer.

Animals and people watched as your kidnapping took place. News cameras and phones were videoing it. None daring to help you. Your father stood there with his mouth opened, his business won’t get investigated now. Your siblings and mother watched from the window. Your mothers scream grew louder, unknowing to you.

You fell onto the cold, hard floor. The room was blinding with different colored lights painting it. Footsteps could be heard as they came closer to you.

“Captain! You were successfully,” an eager, young voice yelled.

Murmurs was heard around the room but by the time your eyes adjusted someone was in front of you. A man was crouching in front of you. His electric blue hair covered parts of his hair but from what you can tell he was handsome. His hand reached out to your shoulder and his lips were moving.

He violently shook you, then his voice made way to your head. “Hey!”

“Huh?” You stared at him as he chuckled lowly. His soft smile quickly faded to a stone cold look, one that sent shivers down your spine.

“Are you okay? We didn’t mean to scare you but you looked like you needed us.” He gestured to the rest of the crew as they stood there. One awkwardly wave before they ran down the hall behind them. Two fingers were placed on your chin as the man in front of you checked you over.

“Ma, Kyla,” he firmly said while two woman turned towards him. “Go to the infirmary and get rid of these injuries. Have SiR check for further problems internally.” He turned back towards you and lifted you off of the ground. “I’m Vetex, glad to me you!” His hand sat there in the air as you stared at it, “shouldn’t you shake it?”

“What? Oh yea! Sorry.”

An older woman took you by the arm and lead you down the hall. Looking back, you saw Vetex command the whole ship.

A tall woman popped into your view as she bashfully smiled. “Hi there! I’m Kyla, I’m the nurse in training.”

“Training?” You whispered as you studied the ship.

“Yup. That over there is Ma. She’s like the mom of the group and is the human nurse.” Kyla saw the fear in your eyes as she laughed and grabbed your other arm. “Don’t worry. SiR is the robot nurse. You know? Safety Robot.”

Her tone made it hard to understand if she was nice or not. It was on the brink of teasing and teaching, country accents.

Two doors separated and a room filled with medical technology. A robot that imitated a male with both his looks and demeanor watched as the three of you walked in. The medical instruments started up with a beep and soon you were being scanned. The robotic hand let out a green light while in another computer your health was being transported.

“Healthy,” SiR had said in a robotic voice.

“See SiR is the nurse cause he’s like programmed for that.”

SiR grabbed your arm and stuck five needles in it. You let out a gasp of pain as he turned away.

“But we have the Ma cause she understand pain. Cause you know that happens.” Kyla smiled before pulling you towards a table. “Get on there. Ma will clean those cuts.”

Looking around you saw all three of the nurses, or two and one training, be in their natural environment. “When can I go home?” Your voice was groggy and sounded hoarse due to your crying. You internally yelled at yourself for being so pathetic.

Ma placed down a bowl and a box next to you. She wore a sympathetic smile and started to clean your cuts. “You’re not going home. You’re apart of us now. Apart of our family.” She squeezed your hand in an attempt to comfort and you would be lying if you said it didn’t help.

“But why?” God, you hated how your voiced came out pathetic. It was irritating despite the fact you just got kidnapped.

“You’re one of us! And we stick together,” Kyla yelled as she was practically jumping up and down. “We were all livin a bad life before we came here. Space changed the way we were. And boy I don’t regret it.”

In the background, pans and metal objects could be heard falling. Kyla groaned while running, screaming something about SiR crashing again. Ma had finish up cleaning your cuts and she gave the softest smile you had ever received. She patted your back before getting up to leave.

You swung you feet back and forth as the ship gained speed. Slowly everything began to lift off of the surfaces. Gravity was being slowly lost until it all fell back down again. A window sat high up the wall, showing the stars running by. Earth grew smaller and smaller until it blended in with the rest of the stars.

“Space. Who would have thought?”

“Certainly not me.” The voice of the captain caused you to jump. Your pupils dilated as he moved closer. He watched as you scooted away, how your hands were shaking but your eyes told a different story.

“Vetex? I mean captain!”

“Vertex is fine. Although don’t tell anyone else that you could call me that.” He winked and gave a sly smile.

“Shouldn’t you be driving the ship?”

He hummed, staring at the wall. For a couple of moments nothing had happen until he grabbed your arm. He quickly pulled you into the hallway before the nurses could see.

“Captain? I mean Vetex.”

“My co pilot is driving. He’s got it, went to flight school or something.”

He went down several different hallways. Making lefts and tights while picking up the pace. The ship was a lot bigger than originally thought, but it seems everyone knows where everything is. Truly like a home.

He finally stopped in front of two metal doors. They slide open and reveled a grand kitchen. No one was in it but it was freshly cleaned. I’m t was made of crystal like material. Fresh ingredients sat out in the counter.

Vetex had moved to a door in the wall. He pulled out a magenta box and went straight to the stove.

“What are you doing?” You asked lowly while slowly walking towards him.

“I’m making star soup. My mom would make it for me when I was sad.”

“I’m not sad though.”

He turned his head towards. Looking you up and down before going back to cooking. The pot was heated up and the soup was dumped in. The place smelled comforting, a different childhood then the one you had.

“Go sit down. The soup will be done soon.”

There was an eating area connected to the kitchen. A small table sat in front of a glass wall. Now you could tell that you left your far from earth. It seems that the ship is leaving the galaxy.

A bowl was slammed down in front of you. Vertex smiled as he sat on the other side of the table.

You stared down at the soup. It didn’t look to be poison nor disgusting. It seemed to be regular soup.

He watched as you slowly took a bite. His smile grew bigger as you ate more. Vertex raised his hand and cupped your face. He pushed back a strand of hair before pulling your chin closer to his. He stared into your eyes as you felt his breath on your face.

“I think I’m going to keep you,” he whispered before letting you go.

You say they’re frozen, “What? Keep me?”

“Yup, originally we were going to sell you but I like you. So your mine now.”

“Sell me?” Sell you? Alarms were set off in your head. This was clearly not right.

You bolted out of the room causing your chair to fall down. You ran down the hall trying to run away. There could be smaller ships attached, you thought to yourself. Maybe we weren’t that far from Earth?

Finally you found a door leading to ships. There were rows of smaller ships. Some looked ready for war while others look liked oranges.

Freedom was at your feet before you were pulled back. Vetex somehow caught up to you, he seemed tired. His face held no expression as you thrashed around in his arms.

“Let me go!” You demanded. Trying to bite or scratch him but he wouldn’t budge. He was dragging you to a room that you didn’t want to stick around to see.

“I said you were mine,” he threw you into a room. It had a bed with decorative trophies. “Why should I let you go?” He crouched in front of you. His hand grabbed your chin as he stared at you with a bored expression. He brought a knife out, tracing it along your face. Here and there he would press it harder so that blood was dripping.

You cried, begging to be let go but he didn’t care. He locked your wrist with a metal gadget. It linked up to his own and you could see all your information on it. Your vitals and location were in bright red as he looked back at you.

“You’re never going to leave. I’ll make sure of that.”

[kaunis-sielu]

Payment: 15

A/n: mild violence

You watch him like a hawk. Sam is posted at the door, you’ve been scolded once for crawling onto Steve’s bed to sleep but you’d just glared at the woman until she’d left and gone back to sleep. The hospital clearly know that you and Steve are important people. As the CEO of Nomad Steve has been interviewed more than once and has been on some of the hottest men under 40 lists for a while.

Steve has been kept unconscious, something about wanting to make sure the smoke is cleared from his lungs before taking him off the ventilator.

You haven’t heard much from Bucky. Not a huge surprise, you did task him with finding who burned down your house.

“Please, my husband is in there! Just tell Queenie I’m here!” A familiar female voice cries and you slip off of Steve’s bed heading for the door. When you pull it open Bobbi let’s out a little relieved sob.

“It’s okay Sammy, this is Bobbi, Lance’s wife.” Bobbi wraps you in a tight hug. “Come on Bob. Let’s go in.” You bring her into the room and over to Lance, he hasn’t gained consciousness yet. Bobbi pulls a chair up to the side of his bed and takes one of his hands. You climb back into Steve’s bed and throw an arm over his waist.

Neither of you talk, you know she’s cried but you’ve had time to be sad. Now you’re just pissed.

A couple hours later Bucky calls. It takes you a second to register the noise of your phone from the sleep you’ve been in but once you do you snatch up your phone.

“Tell me.”

“We know who started the fire. We don’t know anything else.”

“Who?” You demand sitting up on the side of the bed. Bucky laughs humorlessly,

“Not a fuckin’ chance Queenie.”

“Excuse me?”

“You think I’m gonna give you a name and let you run off all pissed off and shit to take care of it yourself? Please. Steve is my brother, I probably know you as well as he does at this point.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“You wanna try me Queenie? He tells me things I don’t even wanna know.” When you don’t say anything he continues, “besides you said to bring them to you. So that’s what I’ll do.” Then, with the audacity of a man who has every ounce of his boss’ trust he hangs up.

“That fucking asshole.” You say in astonishment and Bobbi laughs softly, a welcome sound in the silent room.

“You get hung up on?”

“Yes!” She giggles again and you roll your eyes. “It’s a good thing he’s Steve’s right hand.”

“You’re his left?”

“No, I’m his queen.” You tell her.

“You’re happy with him?”

“Absolutely. More than I thought I could ever be.”

“Good.” You lapse back into silence, it’s nearly four in the morning when your phone rings again.

“Bucky.”

“I’m coming to pick you up.”

“Okay. Come up.”

“Yea, I’ll be there in ten.”

“I’ll be ready.” So you climb off of Steve’s bed and go into the private bathroom. You slick your hair back into a high ponytail and clean your face then put on some make up. You put your boots on and press a kiss to Steve’s cheek.

“If anything happens call me.” You tell Bobbi and she nods. “Anything.”

Bucky knocks on the door a few minutes later. He looks grim and when his gaze flicks to Steve on the bed you rest a hand on his arm.

“You want a minute?”

“No. I want to fuck up who did this.” He says and his cold blue eyed gaze meets yours.

“Yea. Let’s go.” You tell him and he escorts you out of the hospital and into Steve’s black car. “Where are we going?”

“The 107th.” You knew that Steve owned several clubs, this one you haven’t been to and judging by the outside of the building you know why.

“You’ve got them here?”

“Yea.” Bucky says pulling around back and into a covered parking space. He parks and pulls the door open for you then he guides you in front of him to the back door. When you stare at the key pad waiting for him to punch in the code he doesn’t move.

“Bucky, I don’t know the code.”

“Bet you do.” He says and you stare at the code then punch in Steve’s birthday. The light turns green and the door swings open.

The building is dark. You can tell that it’s well taken care of despite its decor.

“Down the hall, to the left, in the basement.” You follow his directions and when you reach the cold, empty room, you’re somewhat unsurprised to see Aida hanging from the ceiling by her wrists.

“Are you sure?” You ask Bucky, without taking your eyes off the furious brunette, she has a gag in her mouth and looks like she put up a fight. “Everyone okay?” You glance over at him.

“Yea.” He stands behind you with his arms folded over his chest. Then you turn your attention back to Aida.

“Look who’s playing mob queen now.” You sneer, Wanda looks furiously at Aida pulling the gag out of her mouth.

“That’s cute coming from you bitch.” Aida snaps and you punch her.

“Nice form Queenie.” Pietro seems impressed. Aida, much to her credit doesn’t make a sound, she does grimace and your knuckles hurt.

“Why did you start my home on fire?” You really, really don’t want to have to beat it out of her. You know you can, and you will, she could’ve killed you, Steve and Lance.

“Is that all you’ve got Princess?” She sneers and you sigh,

“Bucky. I’m going to need your shirt.” You tell him and he gives you a weird look before pulling his black tee shirt off and passing it to you. You pull it on over your dress then turn back to Aida. You walk up to her and say softly, “This will end better for you if you just tell me what I want to know. Besides, not telling me now is just going to make things, messy.” She glares at you and you hold a hand out to Wanda who passes you a knife. “Hmm, where should I start? I’m thinking that pretty face of yours. It’s really the only reason my father keeps you around anyway.” You muse and to her credit she stays quiet.

You don’t want to do this, you know you can but you don’t want to. This is never the life that you wanted.

It takes her less time to crack than you thought. Thank god. You don’t like the warm sticky blood that’s now dripping down Aida’s face. You’ve been careful to keep it off yourself but you haven’t been perfect in that attempt.

“He told me to get rid of you both!” She screams after yet another solid punch to her ribs. You’re fairly certain you’ve broken one of her ribs if not two.

“Who?” You need to hear her say it, to say his name.

“Your father.” She whimpers then her head drops down to her chest and her body goes slack.

“Well done Queenie.” Bucky says, you know that he didn’t think you had it in you to do this. But you won’t let your father take another person you love.

“Go get him. Do whatever you need to get him here. Take Pietro and Bruce.”

“You should involve Tony.”

“Fine. But my father is mine.” Bucky nods,

“I’m leaving Bruce here.” He tells you before leaving the room.

“Do you want me to do something with her?” Wanda asks gesturing at the unconscious woman hanging from her wrists.

“No.” It’ll piss your father off to see his little toy hanging from her wrists, “maybe stop the bleeding but don’t trust she won’t try shit.”

Wanda stops the bleeding but that’s all she does. Honestly, in your opinion it’s more than Aida deserves. You’re pacing the floor, trying to decide how you’re going to handle this when your father shows up. Your phone rings and when you see Bobbi’s name on your phone your heart stops.

“Bobbi.”

“It’s good news. They’re going to be able to take Steve off the ventilator.”

“And Lance?”

“No changes.”

“It was my father.”

“What?” She gasps, “what are you going to do?”

“Burn him to the ground.”

“Good.” You hang up with her then text Daisy. You know that she’s going to want to be in on Grant’s downfall, if father goes, so does Grant. You’re not leaving them a fucking thing to rebuild.

The moment Hydra came for the you and the men you love was the moment they chose death.

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[mathssssstuff]

First post on tumblr, here is the prologue for a story I’m currently working on :) I just wanted to post this somewhere.

Enjoy! (Sorry for any mistakes)

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The soft before noon sunlight enlightened Dorothe’s fine features. She was delicately cutting apple slices, humming a calming tune as she mixed her apples with the pie gelatin powder. She finished pouring the mix in her homemade fresh crust. The sweet scent filled the woman’s nostrils, she slid the dessert in the hot oven an setted a timer. She cleaned her hand on the flowery washcloth, a sigh leaving her lips. Dorothe walked over to the phone and tensely dialed her sister’s number. It had been weeks since she’d last seen her. The two sisters were usually very close but Evelyn wasn’t answering calls lately and Dorothe was starting to get worried. At first she thought maybe she was sick, but after two weeks without news the concern was getting more and more present. She had planned to invite her dear sister over for a piece of apple pie, her favorite, in the hope this time she’d answer. Dorothe picked up the phone, the rings blaring in her ears. After a little while an acute beep resonated before the answering machine went on. She squeezed her eyes shut in disappointment. Her lashes trembled as a stress ball formed in her throat. She opened her eyes and sluggishly put the phone back down. She took a deep breath and determinedly snatched her keys from the hook before leaving. The anguish had gotten too high, tragic scenarios built up in Dorothe’s head as she drove strained to her sister’s house. Why hadn’t she gone to make sure Evelyn was okay earlier, She asked herself. She didn’t want to bother her, but what if it was something serious.

“It’s probably nothing.” She mumbled, trying to reassure herself.

The woman pulled out from her soft blue car and approached the house door, looking around. She knocked hesitantly and waited a few seconds for an answer, nothing.

“Evelyn?”

She knocked again.

“Evelyn! It’s me Dorothe!”

…

After a little while she grabbed the burning metal handle and turned it.

It was unlocked, Dorothe slowly opened the door and peeked inside. A cold breeze escaped from the entry, sending chills down her spine. She walked in closing the door behind her and traveled her eyes across the room. It was very vast, a strange atmosphere browsed over the space.

“Evelyn? Are you there?”

“I just came to check in on you!”

“You haven’t been answering my calls!”

The entrance opened onto a long dark corridor, Dorothe progressed in. The wooden floor creaking under each of her steps. She continued to call for her sister, anxiety filling her stomach at every inch farther she walked. Every door was wide open except one near the end of the hallway, a discreet yellow light emerged from under it.

“Evelyn…?”

The lady approached the source of luminance carefully. She stopped in front of the white wood door and put her ear to it. The dead silence lurking in the house made Dorothe’s head spin, the only sound being the beating of her heart. She turned the door knob and looked inside. Her whole body petrified at the scene before her eyes.

She felt her heart drop and tears forming.

A strident scream resonated through the neighborhood.

And then, … nothing.

[joshkiszkashikingboots]

A World Of Our Own

pt. 2

tags: jake x transmasc reader, fluff, weed, smut, praise, 18+, afab receiving oral, unprotected sex

Your heart bloomed when you heard his offer. You nodded and gently grabbed his hand

“Where to?”, you whispered into his ear as his thumb stroked over yours. His low voice spoke softly at the same tone, “It’s a surprise but you trust me, right?”

You nodded, then thought about your friend, “Give me a minute to say goodbye to Amelia though,” You smiled and walked towards the main room again, eyes searching for your best friend. “Hey y/n, where were you?” she smiled and touched your arm lightly.

“Oh I was just taking a small break from this room for a moment…Hey listen, I think I am gonna head out, I am going with Jake so I am safe, but I just don’t want to be here anymore” You rubbed your neck in slight apology for leaving and looked at her. She had a bit of a smirk on, but you brushed your questioning off, “Okay,” she replied, “Have fun and be safe”

Soon, you got in your car, Jake in the drivers seat so that he could take you to the mystery place without taking Josh’s car. He connected his phone to the aux and turned on a playlist that shuffled an endless amount of rock, but soon began to talk over it.

You looked out the window and he began talking about touring and his recent life, when suddenly he had a hand on your knee. He stopped speaking mid-sentence and looked at him. “Is this okay?” he questioned. “Yes”, Your one-worded answer was enough for him to continue talking with his hand there, however, you still rested your hand over his, secretly praying for it to stay there.

He parked the car near an old abandoned barn, your face lit up, remembering the place. “Jacob! I totally forgot about this place!” You gleamed, unbuckling and getting yourself out of the car, Jake silent behind you, letting you bask in your nostalgia.

You, Jake, Josh, and a few other friends would come down to this old barn once a week to smoke weed in high school, it had been ages since you had been here. You look back at him, leaning on his car and looking like perfection itself in the low light of the quickly setting sun. “Thank you”

He nodded and walked towards you, his red and green flannel clinging to his body perfectly, as well as his blue jeans. His warm eyes glistened as he walked. He held up a small bag of flower between his fingers and shot a smirk, “Care for a little high with me?”

You laughed, grabbed his hand and started walking towards the barn to go inside, “C’mon Jake”

“I’m right behind you angel”, you looked back at him when the name caught you off guard and just smiled, brushing over it. Soon, Jake was licking along the seam of a blunt to close it, and you watched him closely with infatuation and admiration. Loving the way his tongue looked running along the seam.

He held it between his thumb and pointer as he lit it, taking a deep inhale. His chest lifted and fell as he exhaled, then he passed it, slightly clearing his throat. “Thanks” you spoke softly as you grabbed it from his guitar-calloused fingers. You coughed a bit when you breathed in the smoke, it had been awhile since you felt that burn.

You felt your mind elevating as you handed it back to him and laid back on the jacket you had placed down to sit on over the dirty floor. Jake leaned back beside you. “Jacob,” you whispered as you turned on your shoulder to face him, “You are so gorgeous”, he chuckled softly and brought his hand over his stomach and onto your face. “Thank you…” he was silent for a moment before continuing, “I love it when you say my whole name like that”. His thumb trailed along your jaw as you took your third hit, you scooted your body closer to him and whispered ‘Jacob’ over and over through laughter into the ear faced towards you. He turned his face over at you, jutting your chin slightly closer to his. He turned on his side and kissed you softly. You felt the desire building like a fire in your belly as you kissed him back and wrapped your arm around his torso, slightly gripping his waist.

A slight noise came through your mouth earning a small, but glorious groan in return from Jakes mouth. He felt just as you expected him to on your lips, warm and wet, holding yours up softly. He leaned himself over you, his weight on one elbow as the other held your cheek. Your mind urged you to follow his lips as he pulled away, but he began to speak in a dark whisper. “Can I keep going?” He asked, lips only a few centimetres away. You nodded, and Jake quickly started kissing you deeper, allowing his tongue to run along your top lip. You moaned a bit as you felt it and his body was suddenly being held above you, his shifting unnoticed by you. When you pulled back your face flushed at his closeness. He pressed his hard length in his jeans against your inner thigh and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. You leaned your center close into him as he kissed along your neck, softly whispering “Can I?”. His hands ran along your waistband, pulling it down your legs with your boxers the moment you nodded. He brought his mouth down from your neck, to your chest, then your stomach, and the left bone of your hips. You were burning with lust, your t-cock twitched softly at how close his mouth was. “Fuck Jacob, please-” you were cut off by a moan when his mouth and tongue sucked you off. His tongue reaching down and softly entering you before dragging it back up. You reached for his hair and groaned lightly, soft breaths hitching as his wet tongue ran over you in just the right way. He made what was nearly a growl as he continued, sending waves up your body. “Jake, Get up here” You pulled his shirt slightly and he lifted himself towards your lips. You reached down and palmed him through his jeans, making him groan into your mouth and push against your hand. You continued kissing him sloppily as you unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans.

“Fuck” he whispered in pleasure when your hand found his cock beneath his boxers. The noise and look of him was mouth watering. He was sweating, shining, despite the cold Michigan winter just outside the barn. You stroked him softly and started to work his tattered jeans down more. “Jake, I want you.” He nodded and kissed into your jaw, lining himself up with you. As he filled you up, a shutter came through your body- you had never realised how good sex felt high. He started his pace and looked down at you, “fuck y/n you are so beautiful.”

It almost sounded like a whine when he said that, and it was glorious. You felt an orgasm approaching, your body squeezing and tightening around him. Jake moaned with you as you tumble over the edge, feeling the fire of pleasure and passion shake down your spine. He got very loud, louder than you expected as he soon followed your release. He gripped onto your waist and shook it down. You kept the slow thrusts as you both worked down from it but soon he laid beside you and laughed slightly. “Damn, that was…great” He spoke, you laughed with him and turned to look at him. He was already looking at you, smiling with his waves sprawled on the floor.

“I really liked it too.”

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lmk if you would like to be on a tag list!! also, asks are open for suggestions but i like this one so far, idk if i will continue or not yet.

[spaceumbredoggos]

So much for Stardust Chapter Ten

Loona’s POV:

Kenz laid limp and barely breathing beside me. They frantically twitched in their semi-conscious daze as if someone was torturing them. I rubbed their shoulders in a fervent attempt to calm them down. I grabbed my phone and called Ford.

“Loona? Do you know where Kenz is?”

“Kenz is in pretty bad shape. Striker kidnapped them and tried to kill them.”

“Kenz!!! Kenz!!!”

“I don’t think they’re even conscious. Whenever they are, they can’t even speak, and when they’re unconscious, it seems like they’re being tortured. Their scars are extremely hot and inflamed. I think Bill’s attacking them.”

“WHAT?!!!”

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO OR HOW THE FUCK I CAN HELP THEM!!!!”

Blitzø managed to fix the tire and get the van moving. Striker was badly wounded on the side of the road, but so was Blitzø. He was bleeding from his mouth and trying to remain calm.

“Dad? Are you okay?” He wiped the blood from his face and gazed at Kenz, pure horror filling his face. “Kenz!!! Kenz!!! Wake up!!! It’s okay!!! Striker’s gone!!!” Blitzø crawled to the back of the van and tried shaking Kenz awake. “Are you on the phone with Ford?”

“Yes.”

“Shit shit shit shit!!!!” Blitzø was panicking. “Kenz!!! Say something, honey!!!” He put his hand on Kenz’s forehead then immediately pulled it back. “They’re burning up. I’ve never seen a human get that hot that fast.”

“You have any water to pour on them?”

“It would just evaporate.” Blitzø removed Kenz’s torn up blue long sleeved shirt, which revealed a horrifying array of slashes and cuts. Their skin was bright red and burning hot to the touch, and the blood was dark red, almost black.

“Okay. Yeah. That’s pretty bad.”

Something tugged at the back of my mind. Wouldn’t humans turn to dust if they enter the ring of Wrath? Human souls can only sustain themselves in the Pride ring. Is Kenz about to turn to dust? How did Kenz survive this long?

Kenz leaned on me, trying to wake themself up by screaming and thrashing. They slapped themself over and over again, trying to rouse themself. They whined loudly and shook feverishly, completely out of it. Their eyes were glazed over and their pupils were completely dilated, unresponsive to light.

“Get them to Stolas.” Ford was pretty adamant about this.

“WHAT?!!”

“NOW!!!” The sheer protective rage in Ford’s voice almost made him seem like Kenz’s fatherly figure. Blitzø swerved and sped on the highway, praying to himself, while also questioning under his breath how Kenz was able to survive the Wrath Ring.

“Is their soul even human?”

We eventually pulled up at Stolas’s palace, but it was in the dead of night. Kenz’s body heat was still the same, and their erratic behavior didn’t calm down at all. Blitzø honked the horn loudly before calling Stolas.

“Uh, what do you need, Blitzy?” Stolas seemed to have been woken up from a dead sleep. “Is it the full moon already—“

“STOLAS!!! GET YOUR FEATHERED ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!! WE’VE GOT A HUMAN WHO’S IN BAD SHAPE!!!!!”

“And why is this our problem?”

“So you know Stan Pines? The kid’s a friend of his. And they somehow survived the ring of Wrath without turning to dust—“

“WHAT THE FUCK?!! I’M COMING RIGHT DOWN, BLITZY!!!”

Stolas stormed out of his house and into the van, noticing Kenz’s dazed state. He seemed to recognize Kenz. “Holy shit.”

Kenz screamed in pain and clutched at the burning tattoo on their forearm, completely unaware of what was happening around them. They kept pleading for their life, shaking and begging someone for mercy. The terror in their face tore my heart in two.

“Kenz? Wake up!!! It’s okay!!!” Stolas tried to shake them awake, but to no avail. They shook and thrashes, as if trying to wake themself up. They thrashed wildly and with reckless abandon, getting blood everywhere. They whimpered and shook, holding themself tightly as if fighting for their life. Finally, after hitting themself at the side of the van, they managed to regain consciousness. They shook, whining and mumbling, but trying not to seem scared.

“Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Oww!!! Oww!!! Everything hurts. Don’t let me die…” They gazed pleasingly at Stolas, who held them and brought them to the guest bedroom in the palace. He grabbed his grimore from my backpack and started performing a spell. Immediately, Kenz’s raging fever was gone, and their burning scars and tattoos cooled down. The wounds stopped bleeding and they finally started calming down, but was still brutally traumatized and fearful. They seemed completely shut down.

“Th-thanks…” They flopped on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief, leaning on me. “Maybe you should go to sleep.”

Kenz didn’t put up much of a fight against the idea, in fact, they seemed to willingly go with it, somehow knowing that they were safe. I tucked them in, rubbing their shoulders and head. They smiled in their sleep, leaning on me. I grabbed a Minecraft wolf plush out of my backpack that I had bought for them as a gift and gave it to them, which they immediately started to snuggle in their sleep. They calmed down a ton, purring and drooling on the plush.

Stolas breathed a sigh of relief, but if didn’t last long. “Well then. We have a serious problem. Something that I’m afraid we’ll have to contact Lucifer for. And to a greater extent, the Axolotl.”

I felt a chill down my spine as Stolas mentioned the Axolotl. “Why does he need to be involved?”

“Kenz’s soul isn’t human. It’s the only way they could have survived in the ring of Wrath. What their soul is, I have no clue.” Stolas looked uneasy, and almost sorrowed for Kenz’s future. Blitzø paced back and forth. “How are we gonna tell any of this to Ford?”

“Worryingly enough, Striker knew this. And so does Bill. That puts Kenz in a precarious situation. The fact that their soul isn’t human explains why they are trapped in Gravity Falls, yet can travel freely through Hell. Not even the strongest overlords can make it past the pride ring. And the fact that Bill is draining their essence so heavily points to the conclusion that maybe their soul is even more powerful than Lucifer’s.”

“WHAT?!”

“I don’t know what they are exactly. So I’m going to have to call Lucifer. Kenz’s soul isn’t demonic, yet can freely travel through the rings of hell. Very few angelic species have that power, but why would Bill even waste his time if it were just another angel?” Stolas started pacing back and forth. “Their deep connection with snakes and other animals may point to a witch of the Boiling Isles, but they’re can’t even enter hell. And they’re nowhere near as strong as a sinner.”

Stolas opened his grimore and pulled out a black light, shining it on a blank page. “It can’t be. The emerald green eyes. The deep connection to animals. Why haven’t they discovered this sooner?” Stolas pulled out his phone and called Lucifer, fear in his eyes.

“Lucifer.”

“I’m afraid I have some big news.”

“The last Umbredoggo has returned.”

[coff33notforme]

hi!! Could I request a rottmnt Leoxreader where after they get back to the lair at the end of all the fighting there’s just a lot of comfort and helping take care of him from his s/o? I don’t really have anything specific but I just watched the movie and I NEED this boy to have so much love and fluff thank you!!

A/n: The movie caused me emotion damage, and I desperately need this boy to be okay. Sorry this was so short ^^

Genre: A slight bit of angst with a lot of fluff

Pairing: Leo x Gn Reader

Leo was exhausted, his muscles felt twisted and strained, laced with an aching, burning feeling with every movement he made, causing Leo to let a small sigh of frustration slip from his cold lips.

Leo had been training more harshly than he usually would, Leo had always been more light-hearted and carefree when it came to training or fighting in general. But something was different. 

He had been feeling so constrained lately, like his head was wrapped up in something entirely different than whatever task he had been dealt with. Of course this had its issues already. 

But Leo couldn’t help but feel that he was distracted. 

Sure things had gone back to normal after the battle with the Krang but that experience had haunted Leo, everything he and his brothers had to endure, he just couldn’t seem to get it out of his head. 

Especially his battle with the Krang. 

It was an experience he couldn’t simply shake. The thought that he was going to lose everything. To be trapped in that god forsaken prison for the rest of eternity, the feeling of isolation wrapping its cold hands around his throat. 

It felt like his life was being choked out of him, twisting his body in such a harsh way. A sharp chill running up and down his spine with an overwhelming intensity. 

That feeling still shakes him to his core. Leo shook the thoughts from his mind, yet that uneasy feeling still resonated within him as he walked back into the lair completely exhausted and wanting nothing more than for you to hold him in your arms so he could drift to sleep peacefully.

Leo hardly ever had nightmares when he slept beside you, like you were his dreamcatcher, chasing his nightmares away while he rested easily knowing that you weren’t going anywhere. 

Leo stretched yawning as he allowed his body to slump over as he lazily dragged his feet across the cold floor, the icy feeling burning through the soles of his feet. He rounded the corner, opening the curtain to his room.

His droopy eyes widened at the sight of you already waiting there on his bed mindlessly scrolling through your phone before you had taken note of Leo's  presence in the room, causing a smile to grace your soft features as you got up to greet the blue turtle.

You opened your arms for him in which he happily accepted closing the gap between you two quickly. 

“What are you doing here?” Leo asked into the crook of your neck not quite ready to let go yet. 

“What? I can’t come to see my handsome boyfriend.” you joked turning your head to lay a soft kiss on the side of his head before you let go, a small blush covered his face at the unexpected compliment you had thrown his way.

He chuckled, scratching  the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“No, of course not. I just didn’t think you’d come all this way especially when it's so late.” Leo remarked, glancing at the red clock that hung from his wall. 

“Well I’m here now aren’t I? Let’s lay down.” you smiled softly, taking his hand into yours. Leo felt his heart melt at your words. You always knew exactly when he needed you. You knew him like the back of your hand. 

Leo felt his muscles loosen as the feeling of the soft mattress engulfed his body causing him to let a content sigh slip past his lips. Leo threw his arms over your torso pulling you closer to him as he entangled his legs with yours.

As he buried his face in your neck causing you to let out a small giggle as Leo smiled against your skin, your laughter was the sweetest melody.

Leo closed his eyes feeling his head go foggy as he hears you humming softly, the sound growing further away as the tides of sleep have washed him away.

[lavendertales]

Love in the dark: Part IV**

pairing: Javier Peña x wife!reader

summary: you and Javier both try to date, getting a taste of potential freedom. But that taste becomes sour, and you seek Javier’s sweetness all over again.

word count: 7.3k

WARNINGS: this chapter is more from reader’s perspective. talk of depression & grieving. piv (unprotected), face sitting, blowjob, cockwarming, creampie/some vague talk of makin’ babies.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

gif: @azertyrobaz​ 

series masterlist | AO3 

Nervousness fills your body as you toss and turn in the bed, now emptied of Javier’s presence. In a few hours, you would have the first joined therapy in two months, meant to discuss the progress in your relationship.

Granted, it feels like the two of you have made progress—disregarding the slip up you just had on your second to last day. But when it comes to you and Javier, rules are not always meant to be respected.

You decide to check the phone and you notice the red light informing you of a message. Curious, you press play.

This is Dr. Pearson. I was wondering if you’d be able to stop by my office tomorrow at four p.m. The joined session remains, as discussed, at five p.m. Do let me know if you can make it.

Your heart trembles a little inside your chest. Why would she request to meet you beforehand? Did she somehow suspect you and Javier had broken the rules yet again? Wouldn’t that be hilarious, you giggle to yourself.

There’s no way, you conclude after a while. You just have to suck it up and go to the session.

No big deal, right?

It turns out it’s quite tricky—Javier’s touches and his harsh grip remain imprinted on your skin like an invisible tattoo that, in return, itches and burns. Though it’s evidently not the first time you’ve slept with Javier, something about last night lingers on your mind and body alike. He felt the same, yet differently at the same time. Perhaps that break did wonders, much more than you’d like to admit.

Why was it so tough to admit your wrongs? Why did it feel so suffocating, so endlessly painful on both your parts? It certainly wasn’t this way back when you first met. It was fun, you might dare say. Even though the danger was imminent and both your lives could end at any given moment, you and Javier were simply smitten with each other, drunk on and from each other.

You weren’t sure where the turning point was, but you were determined to at least give it a try.

Heart in your throat, you find yourself knocking on Ms. Pearson’s door again. Your fingers tremble slightly as they curl nervously around your purse. The moment you hear her soothing voice welcoming you, you take a deep breath and showcase a polite smile.

“Today’s the last day,” Ms. Pearson says.

To which you reply with nothing more but a faint smile, trying your hardest to not reminisce yesterday’s events.

“How was the break?”

You clear your throat first, as if that would get rid of the lustful shame.

“I think it was actually good,” you reply. “To both our surprise, it might’ve been the best decision.”

“I’m really glad to hear that.”

“Can I ask—why did you want to see me separately before the joined session?”

Ms. Pearson takes a deep breath, her crystal blue eyes locking with yours in a sympathetic manner that speaks volumes.

“I do this with a lot of the couples who opt for the break method. When the trial period is over, I schedule a joined session, but make sure to speak to the partners individually as well, get their insights without the risk of being influenced by the other’s presence.”

“Oh. I see. Clever.”

“As a matter of fact, Javier was here before you. He should return soon for the joined session.”

“Okay.”

“Now.”

Ms. Pearson says your name, opening her notebook.

“You say the break was good.”

“Yes,” you admit. “Yesterday… it was just something in the way Javier looked at me that felt like his old self. It felt like we will make it through.”

“That’s very good to hear.”

Ms. Pearson smiles, looking down at her notebook, then back at you.

“From what I can tell, it seems you want and sort of expect Javier to be there for you, to protect you from any kind of hurt,” she says. “And in return, you take care of him when he can’t. However, when the roles are reversed, it shakes you both. Javier isn’t really used to taking care of others in the way you do, hence why self-care is difficult for him. And you are not used to protecting others the way he does it.”

“I suppose that’s fair. There was an incident when we first met that might’ve… triggered this desire to have him around me at all times. Something that let me know… having him close means I’m safe."

She nods, thus encouraging you to go on. With a massive knot in your throat, you scramble through your memories to revive that particular one.

“We had just started seeing each other. No one knew, of course. He’s not the type to kiss and tell, and neither am I. It was just us two, and it was… electric. It was intense and loving, everything it could be. But because he was involved in such a high stakes operation, people knew him. Sometimes the wrong people. One evening, he was followed and… he was seen with me. We didn’t know it at the time, of course. The next evening, I was getting ready to go out and meet him at his place, and someone broke inside my apartment. I was threatened at gun point, but Javier got there. He—handled things.”

“What did he do?”

You gulp, the memory freshly violent inside your head like it was yesterday.

“He shot the man.”

“It must’ve been quite the shock for you.”

“I’ve never witnessed such a scene. It should’ve been scary and horrible—which it was, don’t get me wrong—but… next thing I knew, Javier took me in his arms and held me close to him and… it felt like it was all gone. Like it hadn’t happened.”

Ms. Pearson murmurs affirmatively, and a light switches in your head.

“What about afterwards?” she asks you.

“Afterwards… we carried on. He tried his best to soothe me and make sure I was okay, and I made sure he was okay. I packed him lunch, I made sure he actually ate something and drank water for a change, trying to help him fix his sleeping schedule, all that.”

You chuckle out loud. “I see what you mean.”

Ms. Pearson smiles as well.

“I’m now pretty sure that incident sparked my unconscious association of Javier and safety.”

“And it might be the same time when Javier began to associate comfort with you,” Ms. Pearson adds.

Something else hits you, hard, and you remain shook, mouth agape.

“That’s when it happened,” you mutter.

“What did?”

“The rupture. I’ve been trying to pinpoint the moment when Javier and I began to drift apart from each other. And now… now I think it happened after my mother died.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“We were newlyweds, just a few short months in, and when that happened, I felt like not even Javier could protect me from that pain, so I—“

“You—what?”

Ms. Pearson calls out your name, but you don’t respond. You stare at the white wall in front of you, reminiscing the exact words you exchanged with Javier at that time.

“Tell me what I can do, baby. I’m here for you.”

“I—I don’t know. I can’t even—think properly.”

“If you do need anything—“

“God, Javi, please! My mother is dead! You keep asking me these questions like I know any fucking thing right now! I don’t know, okay?! I have no fucking clue about anything!”

“I just want to be here for you. That’s all.”

“If you wanna be here for me, how about you back off a little? Please. Please, just—“

“You want space?”

“I think it would help, yes.”

“Okay. Have your space.”

A shiver runs down your back and your eyes get teary in an instant.

“I pushed him away,” you nearly whisper in disbelief. “I told him to back off, to go away… and he did. He did it to protect me, as usual, but after that… things started to change.”

“What kind of change?”

“It was the first time we’ve spent apart in two years. When I returned from San Francisco, things were a little awkward. We started going out with some of his family, friends, and he would drink a little more than usual, like he did back in Colombia. And I started smoking, and… months later, the arguments started.”

The fine irony that ensued between that excruciating first break to the current one that might just save your marriage nearly makes you laugh, but you withhold such a reaction.

“Oh my God, it’s both our fault,” you say. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“I’m not licensed to say that kind of things. And we are not here for me to give such conclusions.”

“Just—blink twice if yes.”

Ms. Pearson giggles and nods her head at the same time.

“Look, all I can tell you is that, as opposed to a month, two months ago, you two seem to be doing better. And this break seems to have been doing its designated job.”

“See, I knew you’d catch onto that irony.”

You both giggle, the sound of a light knock at the door catching your attention.

“That must be Javier,” Ms. Pearson says, standing up to open the door.

“Are we alright to talk now?”

“Yes, it’s fine.”

With a gulp that you can only hope is by no means audible, your eyes shoot in the door’s direction.

One might think you’d be used to the simple sight of your husband entering a room. It’s mundane, inefficient with regards to potential side effects. Except now, it’s not. It’s tingling your skin to see him after yesterday’s events, to have him so close that his cologne infiltrates your nostrils without an ounce of shame. Suddenly your whole body feels sensitive again, aching and longing to be molded and held expertly by his calloused hands.

The two of you lock eyes, sharing the mutual understanding that last night isn’t to be spoken about. There is a silent plea in the way you stare at him, one that he doesn’t quite pick up, but you know, deep down, he gets it.

“How are we doing today?” Ms. Pearson seems to be addressing you both.

“Peachy,” you both reply simultaneously, much to your amusement.

You smile at him, biting your lip afterwards in an attempt to not reminisce anything from yesterday.

Not the haste with which Javier undressed you both, not the adrenaline rush as his lips traveled south on your body, not the moans that escaped past your lips along with his thrusts, each deeper than the last. It felt like the juiciest taste of the forbidden fruit; come to think of it, perhaps that’s why it tasted so damn good.

“I take it the break worked,” she continues, studying you both closely.

“Not the worst idea in the world, I’ll give you that,” Javier says, compliant.

But then, Ms. Pearson takes a deep breath, examining whatever files she has in front of her. You have the sudden sensation that she’s planning to say something less than comfortable.

“Good. That’s really good news. You do seem to be doing better.”

“Well, you know, adhering to a set of strict rules did help,” you joke.

Javier stifles a chuckle, and in that moment you realize he is also trying not to focus on last night’s events.

“What I would like to give to you today is one last exercise in order to make a final assessment of your marriage’s status,” Ms. Pearson says.

“Exercise?”

“A test, shall we say. But based on your reaction to our last exercise, I have the feeling I will be met with resistance from at least one of you.”

Another chuckle from Javier’s side, though his interest remains peeked.

“What do we have to do?” you ask.

“I’d like for you to try going out with someone.”

The suggestion is met with complete silence from you and Javier. You exchange a confused look, then your gaze falls back on Ms. Pearson, both your foreheads crinkled under the weight of your frowns.

“Go out with someone as in… a date?” Javier tries to understand.

“Pretty sure that is the only way she meant it, honey,” you coo.

Something in the way you addressed Javier makes him tremble with an excitement he hadn’t felt since the early days of your relationship. Truth be told, he really missed all the little things that made you two exactly who you were. Strong, fierce, madly in love like randy teenagers.

While there’s still plenty of passion left in between you two—as seen in your previous forbidden encounters—there is also a certain innocence to your love. Sure, things may have begun on life-threatening terms for you, but your mutual infatuation blossomed into so much more: giggles as Javier kissed your forehead and nose, handwritten notes to encourage him and tell him to eat properly, as well as handwritten notes from him to you telling you that he loves you and that you made his life better.

That innocence remains in the way you look at each other, though your hearts may be heavily filled with anger and resentment from things that don’t really have anything to do with either one of you.

“Why would we date outside the marriage if we both agree that the break was good?” you ask, suddenly hesitant.

“The idea is to take this final step in order to give you both a little perspective over things. I’ve seen this happen before: couples are happy after the break, the sessions come to an end, and months later they either end up here or end up being divorced because someone else got involved. It may not always be the case, but it can happen. And the exercise is meant to ensure that your current partner is truly what you want.”

You and Javier exchange another look, as if to check with each other non-verbally, yet now he seems to be the one on board with the whole ordeal.

“Not sure this would be good,” you say.

“You sound like you have something to be worried about,” Javier says carefully.

“Well—yeah. You’re my husband, I—“

And then Javier gets it. He doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but he does understand it at last.

“Are you really so worried I’ll be unfaithful?” he can’t help but ask.

“No,” you couldn’t reply faster.

“Or that I’ll go back to the womanizing agent you met back in Colombia?”

“No, stop! Stop trying to pick a fight, please.”

Javier inhales, then exhales slowly, staring you down in an oddly warm way.

“I’m not trying to,” he apologizes. “I’m really not. I just… the way you said it, like you don’t trust me—“

You reach for his hand, stroking it gently. “I do trust you. More than anyone in this world. You know that.”

“I do,” he nods.

“There seems to be resistance from your side this time,” Ms. Pearson tells you.

“Surely you can understand why. My husband happens to be a very attractive man that women always gravitate around, so I won’t apologize for acting territorial.”

Ms. Pearson shrugs. “I certainly understand that. But unless you fully trust your husband—and vice versa—this exercise, like the previous one, won’t work.”

You take a deep breath, weighing in your options—though you realize that, in reality, there’s only one.

“Fine,” you say. “So we have permission to go on a date with someone else.”

“By the end, you should have a clear image of what you’d like your future to be like. And again, in order for us to maximize the results, no intimacy with each other.”

“What about with our dates?”

This time, Javier side-eyes you like he’s about to pounce on you. If you weren’t in that office, you might’ve let him.

“Also no,” Ms. Pearson clarifies. “Until our session next week, no intimacy with each other or other people.”

But you didn’t say anything about intimacy with ourselves, so I’ll take that as a win, you coyly think.

“Looks like we get a permission slip for the weekend,” Javier tries to joke.

But deep down, you feel like you’re drowning.

You did what you were told: you went ahead and got yourself a date.

This guy at your office, Brandon, has made his interest in you well known for months, and you thought this was a good opportunity to seize the moment, as it were.

You loathed the idea with every fiber of your being but… doctor’s orders, you supposed. You had to remind yourself that it was just one date. Just one. This thing with you and Brandon had an expiration date, and the thought had to get you through the evening.

You put one of your favorite dresses for tonight; it’s really for your benefit instead of Brandon’s. You surely need that extra shot of confidence. As you stuff your keys into your purse, you take a fugitive glance at yourself in the mirror, concluding that you look surprisingly dashing.

Yet Javier is nowhere to be seen.

You kind of wish he was there to compliment you, to see the look on his face as he sees you descend down the stairs, but you figure he’s already out for his date.

Ugh. Even the idea makes you gag.

But it’s one evening. One stupid date, and you can draw your final conclusions and call this whole thing off.

You suddenly reminisce of your first official date you’ve had with Javier.

When you started seeing each other, it was just a fancy way of saying you were fucking. That was all either one of you had time for. But rapidly, those rough and greedy sweat sessions didn’t seem like enough: you both began to linger in each other’s beds, craving to simply remain there, in that moment. Then, simple things rose in between you two. You made him breakfast, and he responded by waiting for you each night and driving you home.

When the Cali cartel situation blew over, Javier finally asked you out on a real date. And he went all in: restaurant, nice dinner, walk among the stars and through the heat of the streets, and a chaste, slow kiss on your lips to bid you goodbye. He didn’t even try to get into your pants that evening, fact which you appreciated and giggled fondly at. But you could tell he was nervous. Naturally, you didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, so you maneuvered your way into the conversation carefully.

“Is this your first time taking a girl out?” you teased.

Javier actually chuckled, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Might as well be. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.”

“Wow, I was teasing you, I didn’t actually expect you to answer it so honestly.”

He flashed a smile at you, as if soaking up all of your features to remember during the hours he wouldn’t see you.

“Most guys wouldn’t be blunt about it,” you continued.

“I normally wouldn’t.”

“So why are you doing it now?”

He faltered, as if measuring his next words with utmost care.

“I don’t know. I guess I want to know you better. And I guess… I want to be better. For you.”

Your heart tripled in size, if not more. You couldn’t help it. It was an involuntary reflex to his words and the knowledge you’ve been desperately keeping to yourself.

You were rapidly and hopelessly falling in love with that man, and you were terrified of what it could’ve done to you.

But it seemed you hadn’t much to worry about.

“I want to know you better too. And… be better, too.”

“I don’t know how you could be any better, but do let me know.”

You laughed. “I’m not perfect, Javi. No one is.”

“You’re pretty close, though.”

You blushed, taking a large sip of your red wine. Suddenly you became just as nervous, as if you were on your first date ever, too. Little by little, you warmed up to each other, carried your conversations carefree and shared laughter and flirtatious remarks.

By the end of the evening, you were a hundred percent sure you were in love with the man.

And you haven’t stopped since.

Coincidentally, the dress you’re wearing tonight is one of Javier’s favorites as well. But he won’t get to see it since he’s out with whatever bimbo he could find. Probably some blonde who gets drunk after one Martini and is eager to fall down to her knees to suck him off.

Damn. Started early with the jealousy.

You somehow managed to tune out whatever Brandon was telling you in the car. And in the restaurant. And when dinner arrived. He was mostly complaining about work anyway, so you sipped from your red wine and nodded along, making some noises to fake approve his dismissive attitude once in a while.

“I know, right?! Those rat bastards think we owe them our lives and we can’t even get a raise,” he shakes his head and chugs from his wine.

You purse your lips, not letting it slip that you got a raise quite a while ago and that his dismissal is due to the lack of his work ethic.

“What’s with the ring though?” he asks out of the blue, thus drawing your attention.

“Oh. Uh… it’s complicated.”

“Hey, I am not one to judge. Even chained dogs gotta bark once in a while, huh?”

You frown just as Brandon winks at you, and you feel squeamish. Never mind the fact that he just compared you to a dog, but the fact that he was openly okay with adultery crossed a line for you.

“What happened with you and your husband though?”

“Like I said, it’s complicated and quite a long story. Not sure it’s date conversation material.”

“Alright, I can take a cue. Consider this mouth shut.”

Again he winks, and again you have the urge to vomit.

And to think you wore one of your favorite dresses for this jerk.

“Hopefully yours won’t be later,” he smiles suggestively.

You actually have to fight the vomit that threatens to climb back up in your throat. You wonder how Javier’s date is going, if his somehow turned out to be even worse than yours.

You wonder if he misses you, or if he thinks about you.

“Okay, well. Thank you for picking me up after honking so many times to let me know you’re outside my house, but we should call it a night,” you say, already standing up from your chair.

Brandon’s facial expression is that of utter shock, like somehow his filthy charm didn’t work on you.

“So no dessert?” he sleazily asks.

God, how does this guy not have restraining orders against him?

“I’m quite full, thanks.”

“Trust me, you’re not.”

This time, you do make a face, but Brandon stands his ground. He stands up as if to follow you, and your hand instantly goes in your purse, preparing the pepper spray.

“Look, I don’t want to date,” you say in a definitive tone. “It was a suggestion made by someone. I am married still, and I adore my husband.”

Before Brandon gets in a word edge-wise, you stop one of the waiters and say, “He’ll be paying.”

You can’t hide the smile of victory as you rush to get out of the restaurant, eased that you got away from the creep. If dating was a bad idea before, sharing two glasses of wine with Brandon was peak depression.

You start walking towards home, which was still a few blocks away and it’s a bit chilly outside, but it’s far better than getting back into the car with that creep. Gotta remember to sell an anonymous tip to Human Resources on Monday about him, you fleetingly think.

Then you stop, half amused and half relieved at the face in front of you.

“Tough night?”

You smile widely. You can’t remember the last time you were so utterly excited to see Javier. Without any explanation, you sprint towards him and bury your head at his chest. He instantly wraps his arms tightly around you, stroking your head. He can feel you shake slightly, so he only pushes you away so he can give you his blazer, then takes you back into his arms again.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Had the most disgusting date ever,” you mutter.

“Did he do something to you?”

Javier’s instinct is to immediately inspect you, as if somehow hoping to catch something visible on your clothes. But instead, he backs up a few steps, jaw slightly open.

That’s when he notices your dress.

“No. But I was afraid he might, based on the sleazy comments he was making. I just don’t—Javi?”

He’s still staring at you in the dim light of the street; he only sees you, wearing that fitting dress that’s embracing your body in all of the right ways which make him feel sinful for staring, his blazer dangling from your shoulders…

His pulse increases, but the very least he can do is close his mouth so as to not start slobbering like some dog in heat.

“Javi, honey,” you say, approaching him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just noticed… the dress. And you. I mean, you look… amazing.”

You gulp, stealing a quick glance at your own attire. “Thanks. I see you went for your usual look.”

Your words prompt Javier to examine his clothes as well, then rub the back of his neck. He wasn’t one to go for fashionable choices. Whatever fit, worked. It was always practical over anything else. Although, ever since he’s been with you, he took mental notes of what you liked seeing him wear and made sure to stick to those choices however often.

“Yeah, thought I’d play it safe. Wasn’t thrilled about going on this date,” he confesses.

“How about you walk me home and tell me all about it?”

He does. He walks you home and tells you about his date in great detail, stealing the occasional glance at your silhouette, keeping his thoughts to himself. Even if the break wouldn’t have been over, he still would’ve felt like breaking the rules.

Although technically… intimacy was not on the table till next week’s session.

But he tells you that the blonde named Angela was incredibly shallow and loved her vodka cranberries a little too much. He tells you that, by her fourth one, she blabbed on and on how she always fantasized about being with “a real Texan man”, and that Javier had to withhold laughter. You chuckle in return, trying to portray that in a hilarious manner, but after a while, you are left to imagine her drunk and horny, rubbing up against Javier, and your blood starts boiling in your veins.

You stop just before you reach your house, and Javier stares at you bewildered.

“This was such a terrible idea,” you coo.

“What was?”

“This. Dates with other people? I mean—what the fuck? I somehow managed to find the sleaziest, most disgusting man alive, and you had, unsurprisingly, a blonde bimbo almost straddling you.”

Javier frowns albeit the chuckle that escapes his lips.

“How did you know she was blonde? I didn’t tell you till a few minutes ago.”

You make a face that has him in stitches. “Please. There’s always a blonde bimbo who wants to be pounded. Especially in this town.”

He laughs wholeheartedly at your raw display of care and jealousy, feeling more flattered rather than anything else. He takes your hand in his, tongue slowly gliding over his bottom lip, tantalizingly sensual.

“Nothing was gonna happen,” he reassures you.

“Because you didn’t want to, or because we’re not supposed to?”

“She wasn’t my type.”

“You mean available and horny? Wasn’t that your type?”

“Maybe once.”

“Oh yeah? And what is your type, Javier?”

He smiles in the slightest, tingly at the sensation brought by your pronunciation of his full name, thus causing your heart to still.

“You,” he responds.

It might be cheesy, but it has its desired effect on you. When he leans in to kiss you, you simply melt like it’s the first kiss you’ve ever had. It feels oddly intimate, loaded with many memories and hope for the future. Anger, disappointment, love and lust are part of it just as much, fragmented in the way our lips press onto each other. It’s a waltz, not a race, leaving you both to realize how sensitive you feel in each other’s presence.

It’s almost as if you and Javier are learning to rediscover yourselves, rediscover all of the parts that make up your entire relationship.

You separate, staring at him with a bizarre longing. Instead of trying to figure it out, Javier simply leads you inside, and you both walk straight into the kitchen, as if reading the other’s thoughts.

“Wine?” he offers.

“Sure.”

“Red?”

“What’s a third glass of red wine gonna do, after all?”

Javier steals another glance at you, amused. “Oh, this is your third glass tonight?” he asks, placing the glass in front of you.

“Yes, why?”

“I love what red wine does to you. Especially that third glass.”

You frown, but don’t ask the question. You instantly recall each time you’ve had that drink with Javier, how it makes you feel so warm and fuzzy on the inside, loose on the outside. You recall how each time, without fail, you’ve sought Javier and his warmth, his bronze skin on yours, and you smile.

“This reminds me of the first time we slept together,” you giggle, unable to take your eyes away from him.

He joins you at the counter, sipping from his own glass.

“How come?”

“I mean, the very first time we actually made love, and didn’t just fuck in under two minutes because there was no time.”

Then of course, Javier remembers as well. A fond smile stretches on his lips as his eyes simply devour you, now able to observe your attire in a proper manner.

“It was the night we had our first real date,” he says, to which you nod.

“The walk under the stars, the laughs…”

“The red wine.”

You laugh happily, your chest filled with warmth that manages to melt away all of your previous worries and fears, but most importantly, all of your former self-hatred and anger.

“You looked so beautiful,” he then comments. “You always do.”

“Javi—“

“You’re so beautiful tonight, too.”

There is nothing you can add to that. You’re suddenly transported back to your first date, that same shyness filling you and emptying you at the same time, as well as the same realization you’ve had back then as you do now.

You love this man. You adore him. You cherish him, you are thankful to and for him, and you don’t want tonight to end.

“Bet that asshole didn’t appreciate the way you look tonight,” he grunts, almost as if the words cause him physical discomfort.

“He said I look hot, to quote him properly.”

Javier chuckles in his glass. “Sounds like something a prime class asshole would say.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“So… what’s your conclusion based on this last exercise?”

There is no arrogance in his tone, no sarcasm, only the remnants of fear. You forget the wine for a moment, searching for his hands once again.

“I love you. I always have, in my own… deranged, depressed way. And I know you love me in your own… complicated way. And that you’ll always love me.”

Javier gulps. “But?”

You frown. “But what?”

“I don’t know. Sounds like you wanted to add a ‘but’. If you do… just say it now.”

“Why are you in such a rush to hear that? I wasn’t going to say it, but why?”

Then his eyes go dark, filled with desire. You can tell. You always could.

“Because I want to know if I can carry on with the things I have in my head right now,” he finishes.

You raise your eyebrows, although there is no reason for you to be this surprised at his behavior.

“What things?” you ask instead.

Javier smirks, rubbing your arm up and down till goosebumps prickle your skin.

“I wanna kiss you. Every inch of you. I want to hear your every breath, to make your heart beat faster, to feel you burn and ache and melt.”

You hold your breath, not even daring to blink, afraid you might miss something from this moment.

“I wanna take you to bed, fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.”

“Are you gonna keep talking or are you actually going to do it?”

God, all these flirtatious comments, the innuendos, the way your eyes devoured each other, it feels so easy, so natural, like it’s five years ago and you’re falling in love all over again.

Next thing you know, your lips clash against his, melting in his mouth once more. He cups both your cheeks to pull you in, then moves even closer to you so that he can guide you to the bedroom. You can taste his eagerness, his lust and the wine, all on his warm breath, and they’re tingling your senses, bringing them to life. By now, you completely forgot about the sleazy date you went on.

You allow Javier full control. As much as you both need this right now, as slowly as the craving must be sated, you realize Javier is chasing something else as well, so you allow it. Completely undone, writhing beneath him as he begins to pepper kisses on your body.

But you don’t wish for all of the work to be done by him. You wish to be there for him just as much. You want him to learn that you can protect him and keep him safe just as much as he does.

When he removes the straps from your dress, pulling it down your body, you stand up halfway, only in your underwear, and offer him a fiery kiss on his lips, one that tastes of wine and neediness.

“Lay back,” you simply tell him.

Stunned, Javier does as you tell him. He’s smart, he can figure out where things are headed, but he’s still breathless as you dispose of his jeans and underwear. You’re frankly quite surprised to find him rock hard beneath the fabrics, but it flatters you.

“You don’t have to—“

“Shhh. I got you. It’s okay.”

Though you might not know it, reassuring him is a huge turn on for Javier. Even now, as your mouth starts lathering the tip of his cock, barely touching him, he’s aching, on the verge of explosion by simply feeling your lips where he’s hurting the most.

He lets out a loud grunt the moment you wrap your lips around his shaft, your hand gently stroking his balls. His calloused hands instantly grasp the sheets; he tries looking your way, catching a sinful glimpse of you, but he can’t focus on anything. He’s moaning relentlessly, realizing how it’s been so long since he’s felt you so intimately.

He’s mumbling some stuff in Spanish, nonsensical for the most part, and you know he’s a goner. Yet, in spite of that knowledge, you keep going. You keep bobbing your head up and down his cock, taking as much of him as you can, and right up until one of Javier’s hands reaches to grab a handful of your hair.

He pulls, and grips even tighter, and then—

He’s coming right in your mouth, slightly ashamed of the fact that he barely lasted, like he was some pathetic, inexperienced teenager. When he finally locks eyes with you again, he gulps seeing you lick your lips and swallowing with ease, making no big deal of it.

“Fuck,” he mutters, out of breath. “No one… feels the way you do.”

There’s pride in the way you move up, cocky and sensual at the same time. As you stare at Javier, sprayed across the bed with an already fucked out expression, you barely register his hands at your sides, pulling you down so he can taste your lips once again.

And again. And again. And again until he groans in your mouth, utterly wrecked by your earlier ministrations—and by your daily presence in his life.

And then, Javier cheekily slides your panties to the side with a force that can only be described as brute, and moves your body along at his will, murmuring “take a seat”.

You gulp. “You know, we’re not supposed to be doing this till our session next week,” you try to tease and be brave, although you shiver feeling Javier’s warm breath down below your sex.

“And how did that work for us last week?”

You grin, and you swear you feel him do the same as he pulls you down on his face completely. A loud moan escapes from your mouth, fugitive and shocked – unlike Javier’s way of handling you. He’s holding onto your thighs with strength and care alike; his tongue performs its devilish task, the glib sounds emerging from your soaked cunt filling the room. It’s in this moment that you realize you probably won’t last much either, based on the way your body begins to rock back and forth on his face.

You feel his nose poking your clit as his lips and tongue continue eating you out like a starved out man, and you rush to hold onto the headboard for good measure. The buildup in your belly is explosive, and its detonation is nothing short of surprise: you seize up on Javier’s face just as he helps you ride out your orgasm, sucking up every last ounce of arousal your drop in his mouth.

When you have the chance to settle down, you climb down, panties still tangled to the side and your cunt already swollen and overworked. You stare at him, as if waiting for some sort of explanation, but you don’t say anything. Instead, you simply kiss him. You kiss him just the way he likes it, the way you did that first night the two of you made love, and it all feels right again.

Javier is back atop of you, realization hitting him in the back of his head like a sledgehammer.

“We really can’t do this,” he mutters.

“What are you talking about?”

“I forgot to buy condoms. Fuuuck. Fuck!”

He sits up, running his hands through is hair in fury. He could run to that little shop on the corner of the street that’s open 24/7, but maybe running down the street with an aching erection isn’t a good idea. He can barely breathe without it aching and taunting him, let alone go shopping.

But you cup his cheeks, pecking his lips, and staring at him suggestively, all the while reassuring him. “That’s fine,” you tell him.

He frowns, confused. “But—“

“There are other ways. And right now… I don’t care.”

Javier finally registers what you’re saying, and his enthusiasm returns, albeit his shyness regarding the subject.

“I know we talked about… expanding our family one day but… I didn’t think it’d be tonight. Which isn’t bad, I just—“

“We can let ourselves be surprised. For once.”

You smile and bite your lower lip, and Javier smiles as well. The mere idea that you want him this much, that you want to grow with him and offer him the family he never thought he’d have, it’s conspiring against him and his better judgement.

There is no better judgement than you. No better choice than you, you and him.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, hand paralyzed before it even touched his cock to guide it to your entrance. “One hundred percent?”

As a response, you offer him the best doe eyes and spread your legs further, in order for him to have the best view of your weeping cunt.

He swallows—hard, barely able to breathe. His hand wraps around his cock and he stifles a groan. God, each passing second without being inside of you hurts. You grunt along him when he finally slides inside of you, the rush sending you into an immediate spiral. The sensation is fairly new, intense and maddening from the beginning.

You notice the expression on Javier’s face and it worries you.

“Are you okay?” you ask, a little breathless yourself.

“Yeah. Yeah, just—fuck, you’re so warm. S’ warm and—like you’re made for me…”

Javier loses his train of thought as he starts to rut his hips against yours. The pace isn’t rushed, yet it carries so much passion that it feels like he’s fucking your brains out. Your hands reach around his broad shoulders, pulling him down for a sloppy kiss. You feel him throbbing inside of you, almost pulsing with nervousness and a desire that somehow surprises you.

“Can’t believe—we’re doing this,” Javier smiles through your kisses, pushing himself into you continuously.

“What? Fucking raw?”

He pulls away to smirk at you for a fleeting moment.

“You dirty mouthed girl,” he kisses you again.

“The way you like it, isn’t it, Javier?”

He gives you a particularly hard thrust that has you instantly moan out loud and him grunt, picking up the pace.

“Oh, you have no idea, Hermosa.”

You know each other inside out, flaws, qualities, scars, scents, everything. Even now, as the bed rocks underneath both your bodies, you know each other in ways no one else ever could, and it brings immense comfort.

That comfort soon turns into an overwhelming need to come. You feel Javier tense under your touch, his biceps contracting and his husky voice grunting and murmuring sweet nothings to you in Spanish.

“I’m—fuck, I’m gonna come—“he warns. “Last chance to—change your mind—“

“It’s okay, honey. It’s okay, just let go. Come for me.”

He can’t help but fall for your words, drizzling down his ears like honey. With one last thrust, Javier finally comes, spilling himself deep inside you and subsequently triggering your own climax.

You can only say his name in between some moans and a scream, and it has him in shambles. Nothing compares to the feeling of your walls tightening around him, almost strangling his cock, but he simply loves it. He fucking loves it so much, and so do you.

You’ve never felt anything like it. You’re warm all over, and so full, so happy and satisfied like never before.

Javier’s thrusts simmer down, but he doesn’t pull out. He stays there, atop of you and buried inside of you to the hilt, and pecks your lips and nose.

“Is it wrong to say I wish we could do this all the time?” he asks half-jokingly.

You chuckle, grazing his cheek. “No,” you concede. “It’s dangerous, but… no.”

“Can we stay here a bit longer?”

“I didn’t have plans to go elsewhere. You?”

“Not a chance.”

You smile and nuzzle at his neck, feeling him occasionally throbbing and barely moving inside you.

You don’t know how long you stayed there like that, but you faintly remember at some point some rays of sunshine beaming through the window, Javier still on top of you.

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[obeymeoasis]

Demon Bros React: MC Gifts Them a Handmade Bracelet

Lucifer

“Luci, I made you something for fun but I’m not sure whether you’ll like it or not.”

He looked up from the stack of papers on his desk he was trying to get through. “As long as it’s not another bill like the one Mammon just racked up, I’m sure I’ll like whatever it is. Especially if it’s something you made.”

Blushing, you got up from your chair and quickly slipped the item onto Lucifer’s wrist.

He looked down to see a bracelet made out of elastic and chunky plastic beads. Among the red and black ones, the words “My Light” were spelled out.

“That’s just the way I feel about you sometimes. Whenever it seems like there’s nothing but darkness around me, you’re always there to guide me toward the light, toward better and happier times. You’ve saved me so many times.”

You looked at the bracelet on his wrist and suddenly felt self-conscious at how cheap it looked against the elegance of his RAD uniform. Lucifer seemed to be frozen in shock as well; he sat at his desk silent and unmoving.

“If...If you want I can take it back! Sorry, I just thought-”

Your sentence was interrupted by the full force of Lucifer crushing you into a hug. He tucked your head underneath his chin and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“I love it. I love you. You make my every day brighter by being with me. I can’t express how much I care-” He cut himself off, feeling his throat tighten with sudden emotion.

You hugged him back just as tightly. “Love you always, my light.”

Mammon

You were cuddling together on the couch, watching a movie. Mammon had his arms around you, one hand holding yours and the other tracing patterns on your thigh.

With your free hand you reached into your pocket to pull out the bracelet you had made earlier in the day. Bright yellow smiley face beads surrounded the word "Priceless".

"What's that babe?"

"I made it for you! Sorry it's not super fancy or anything. But I saw these beads today at the craft store and they reminded me of you. You make me smile all the time because you're such a goober."

Mammon grinned and acted mock-offended. "Hey! Is that any way to treat your first man?"

You continued, "And also, you're priceless to me Mammon. You know that right? I wouldn't trade you for anything. Not even all the Grimm in the world. You make me feel so happy and loved."

You heard Mammon's sudden intake of breath. "Y-You really have no problem saying such embarrassing things, huh." His ears and cheeks were bright red.

You thought that was the end of the conversation but a few minutes later you heard Mammon whispering into your hair. "My treasure, I love ya so much. What did I ever do to deserve ya."

"You deserve to be happy Mammon, you deserve all the good in the world. Don’t let anyone ever tell you differently. I love you."

Leviathan

You were in his room, him playing a game and you putting the finishing touches on the bracelet you were making. Shiny blue beads with wave patterns on them surrounded the words “My Rock”. 

Quietly, so you wouldn’t interrupt his game, you placed the finished bracelet on his desk and moved to sit back down in your chair. Suddenly, his arm shot out to grab your wrist. He had paused his game and slid his headset slightly aside to ask: “MC, what is this?”

“Oh, I finished making this for you. Y-You don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it! But... I just wanted to give you a small present.”

Hand still holding your wrist, Levi wordlessly picked up the bracelet and examined it in the light. 

“Um... you know how my favorite animal is the otter? Well otters sometimes have a favorite rock that they keep in their pocket. And you’re my favorite, you know? Also you’re my rock because you keep me grounded a lot. Like when I get all anxious and stressed out you help calm me down. Whether it’s just cuddling or playing a game together, being with you is so peaceful.”

As you continued to ramble nervously, Levi’s cheeks began to grow redder and redder. “You really made this for me? This isn’t like a pity gift is it? Are you sure you want to give this to a-an otaku like me?”

You sighed and moved to wrap your arms around his neck. “Levi, you know I would never gift you something because I ‘pity you’. And also, I don’t understand what being an otaku has to do with anything. I’m giving you this because I love you, all parts of you.”

Levi looked at the bracelet for a moment longer before quickly slipping it onto his wrist. “I-I really like it. Thanks, MC.” He seemed to be gathering up his courage for something and letting out a deep breath he turned around to give you a quick kiss.

“S-Sorry! Sorry, I just... I’ve never received anything like this. I like you a lot, you know?”

You returned his kiss with one of your own. “I know.”

Satan

You had finished a light lunch together and now were browsing Satan’s favorite bookstore. He was looking at the history section while you were pretending to look at the bookmarks, gathering up your courage to give him his gift.

You were worried a bit that he wouldn’t like it. The bracelet itself was made out of inexpensive materials, emerald color beads and beads that spelled out “Beloved”. It didn’t seem like the type of thing Satan would wear.

He interrupted your thoughts with a tap on your shoulder. “Everything okay, MC?”

“Yeah, I was just...” With a sigh you held out the bracelet to him, there was really no point in stalling. “I made this for you. I understand if it’s not really your thing but just know the message is genuine.”

He pinched the bracelet between two fingers and began to examine it. "Beloved, huh?” His lips were quirked in a smug smile.

“Don’t tease me. But y-yeah, you’re my beloved. I never thought I’d meet someone like you here, you know? You feel like you fit right against my heart, like you’re my soulmate. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

All of the amusement was wiped off of Satan’s face and his eyes seemed to burn into you, the way he was staring at you. He deliberately rolled up the cuff of his RAD uniform slowly and made sure you were watching as he put on the bracelet, turning it this way and that to examine it. 

“It’s a good thing you don’t have to think about that, pet. Because trust me when I say that I’m never going to leave you. You’re stuck with me forever.”

With a wet laugh you rushed to hug him, burying your face into his chest. “That doesn’t sound bad to me at all.”

Asmodeus

You were in Asmo’s room, helping him paint his nails. His left hand was already finished and you watched him blow on the nails, trying to dry them. He held out his other hand for you and you pretended to fiddle with the nail polish before quickly slipping on the bracelet you had made for him earlier.

“MC, what is this?” Asmo looked at the bracelet, soft pink heart-shaped crystals surrounded beads that spelled out “Jewel Of My Heart”.

“Well, I know it’s nothing much compared to the jewelry you already have” you said, nodding toward Asmo’s vanity which held a variety of sparkling necklaces and earrings. “But I wanted to give you something handmade.”

“Oh, it’s so cute darling! I love it!” Asmo pulled out his cellphone and started trying to take pictures of his wrist from different angles. “Can you help me, MC? My nails are still a bit wet and I don’t want to ruin them. But I also want to post a picture to Devilgram immediately!”

You chuckled and took Asmo’s phone from him, trying to move his wrist to get it in frame. 

“I know you’re not the Jewel of the Heavens anymore. But I think of you as the jewel to my heart. You’re beautiful, Asmo. Not just the way you look but the way you’re able to find beauty in everything. Even in me, no matter how terrible I feel sometimes.”

Asmo had gone silent and you looked up to see him biting his lips, his eyes widened. “MC, that’s cheating. You can’t say things like that when I can’t even give you a proper hug right now. Ugh, you’re too adorable.”

Smiling, you held up his hand and pressed a gentle kiss against it. Asmo inhaled sharply.

“Darling, I think we can finish the other hand at a later time. Right now, there are other pressing matters I’d like to get to.” Asmo’s eyes had turned lustful and he quickly scooped you up and led you toward his bed.

Beelzebub

You were in the kitchen together, Beel helping you test a new pie recipe. Well, he was doing more eating than testing, letting out small whines until you gave in and fed him spoonfuls of fruit filling. 

It was warm and peaceful, the smell of sugar and vanilla in the air as you mixed a pot on the stove and Beel leaned against the countertop.

“Oh Beel, before I forget.” You reached into your pocket and pulled out a bracelet made up of small orange beads and plastic teddy bear-shaped beads. In the middle were the words “My Strength”.

You helped him slide it on his wrist and smiled at his confused look. “I made this for you today. I saw these beads and thought instantly of you, ‘cause I always call you my giant teddy bear.” For emphasis you gave him a hug and laughed at how small you felt in his arms.

“And also, I think of you as my strength. You’re super strong, yeah, but not just physically. You’ve always been there for me, whenever I felt down or scared or sad. You give me strength when I need it most. And I hope that I can lend you some of my strength too for whenever you need it.”

As Beel looked down at the bracelet, a slow smile spread across his face. “You’re cute, MC. Thank you for the gift. And you make me stronger every day by just being with me. I hope we can be together forever.”

You reached up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek and he returned it with a sudden passionate one on your lips.

The two of you stood kissing for a few moments longer until you broke away from him, smelling burning sugar. “Oh god, the filling is burning! Quick, turn off the stove!”

Beel looked into the pot, which had turned from a deep red cherry color to almost black, and shrugged. “Eh, I’ll still eat it.”

Belphegor

You don’t know how long you had been napping for, but you woke up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You were warm and comfortable, one of Belphie’s legs wrapped around your own and his arm across your stomach. 

Looking down at his wrist you realized it was the perfect opportunity and slipped the bracelet out from your pajama pocket. The square lilac-colored beads looked cute against his wrist and you made sure the words “My Comfort” were facing the right way up so that Belphie would spot them when he woke up. 

You thought it would have been easy to give him his gift undetected, considering how much of a deep-sleeper he was, but at your movement Belphie scrunched up his nose and slowly opened his eyes.

“MC?” His voice was bleary from sleep. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing babe, go back to sleep.” He nodded and turned to face the other way but must have felt the beads pressing into his wrist. Confused he lifted his arm up and squinted at the bracelet. “What is this?”

You sighed, a bit nervous at how he would react. “I made it for you. It’s nothing fancy but I’ve been wanting to give you something for a while now. Something to remind you of me.”

He ran his fingers along the beads and mouthed the words “My Comfort”.

“That’s what you are to me. Comfort. When the world is too loud and my thoughts are too jumbled, you help make things quiet. You’re like a warm blanket that can muffle out the bad and the scary. I just hope that you’re as comfortable with me as I am with you.”

He remained silent for a while, rolling one of the beads between his fingers. Finally, he moved to bring your wrist to his mouth and pressed a light kiss on the inside of your wrist and then the center of your palm.

“I never thought I would get to have this, you know. A kind of love like this.” He rolled over so that you were face to face and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t ever leave me, okay?”

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Hello, first I want to say that I love your post, and second could yyou do a Ruben Dias one in which he takes a day off to take care of you when you're sick

Hiii babe! Thank you for your lovely request 🤍 Here it is! I really hope you’ll like it!🤍

A big koala boyfriend.

Rúben Dias x Y/N

Summary: When you start to feel sick during your work shift, your boyfriend comes to the rescue.

Warnings: none.

gif credit to @ruben-dias

You work day was far from being over. It was early in the afternoon, and since the moment you stepped foot at your workplace this morning you’ve felt absolutely exhausted. You knew you shouldn’t have gone to the game on Tuesday night, but you couldn’t keep yourself from doing so; Rúben would have led the team as City’s captain, and God only knows how much you missed seeing him wear that armband. You softly smiled as you remembered how your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest at the sight of him in his blue kit, number 3 big on his back and the yellow Captain armband wrapped tightly around his bicep as the match was about to start. You were so proud of him, so proud of how hardworking and talented he was that you didn’t really care about how freezing it was at the Etihad, too concerned about your centre-back to notice how much you were shivering from the cold, and too preoccupied with keeping your eyes on him.

 You were sure the way you’ve been feeling since this morning was connected to that night, and you could only hope that you didn’t catch a cold. But your hope wasn’t enough as you could feel a headache coming, and by the way you were starting to sweat too you knew you were about to come down with a fever. There was no way you could work in these conditions, but your only hope was for Rúben to pick up his phone and come pick you up, as he was supposed to do so when you were done with your shift, since the two of you happened to finish at the same time strangely enough.

 “Pick up please…” you silently begged for your boyfriend to pick up his phone.

 “Hey baby, everything alright??” he asked as it was unusual for you to call him while you both were at work.

 “Hey, yeah I just don’t feel that good and I wondered if you could come earlier to-” you were saying before he cut you off.

 “I’ll pick you up right now, no need to say anything more baby I’m on my way…” he said, sounding worried.

 “Are you sure you can? I can wait some more…” you tried to say but he was having none of it.

 “I can and I will, I’ll take the rest of the day off don’t worry your pretty little head…” he told you, “I’ll be there in ten baby okay? I love you…”

 “Thank you I love you too…” you said before ending the call; you really couldn’t wait to see Rúben now, as your muscles were aching and you dreamed about being in his arms and never leave them.

 As soon as he told you he was out front, you opened the door to walk out in the street; a gentle breeze hit you straight in the face, making you shiver as you tried to hid every part of your exposed skin in your jacket. That’s when the chills took the place of the sweating, and there you knew you were fucked. As you were trying to keep the cold away, you noticed Rúben’s car right in front of you; the warm light coming from the sun was painting his face in orange and yellow as he was looking at you through the rolled down window.

 “Hey…” he softly smiled at you, taking in the pale color of your face.

 “C-can you turn the heating on p-please?” your croaky voice didn’t go unnoticed by Rúben, who quickly rolled up his window as he turned the heating on for you.

 “Is your throat hurting baby?” he asked, his soft voice had a slightly worried tone as he looked at you.

 “No but I-I’m freezing…” you spoke quietly as you tried to warm yourself up some more by placing your hands between your thighs, “I think I’m getting a fever…”

 “Come here, let me feel your forehead…” he instructed as he gently pulled your head towards him to place his lips on your skin, “Baby you’re burning up! How long have you been feeling like this??” he asked, clearly preoccupied now.

 “Not long baby really… I called you when I felt I was getting worse…” you whispered as you leaned your head into his touch.

 “Worse?? Why didn’t you call me sooner?” he argued, “I could have picked you up…”

 “Can we just go home please? My head is pounding Rúben…” you whined, frowning as you really didn’t want to argue with him right now.

 “Of course babe, I’m sorry I raised my voice at you…” he murmured as he didn’t want your headache to get worse, “Let’s go home, I’ll come up with something to make you feel better…”

 “You have nothing to be sorry for,” you softly smiled as your glossy eyes locked in his, “you’re just acting like my big, overprotective koala boyfriend…” you breathed a laugh as Rúben giggled, turning the engine on and pushing on the gas pedal as he set the car into motion.

 “I only clung to your side for one day, and I was injured!” he laughed at the nickname you called him with since he was spending his time at home, recovering from his injury, “It happened almost two months ago, and I’m still your koala boyfriend??”

 “You’ll always be my  big koala boyfriend.” you stated, shivering as you moved around your seat.

 “Okay…” he chuckled as he placed his hand on top of yours between your legs, “As your big koala boyfriend I’d like to know if we have everything you need at home, like paracetamol? Tissues? Something you’d like to eat, I don’t know…”

 “I’m not hungry Rúben…” you whined as just the thought of food made you want to throw up.

 “But you have to eat something amor… you can’t take your medicines on an empty stomach…” he protested, taking your hand to his lips and kissing it as you sighed at the feeling of his warm skin against yours. “Look I’m gonna have to stop to buy what we need, are you okay to wait in the car? I can take you home first if you want…”

 “Baby I probably have a fever, I’m not dying…” you giggled as he parked the car right in front of the shop.

 “Hey I was just trying to be nice!” he playfully rolled his eyes at you as he opened his car door, “You know, as you really look like death warmed up!” he snickered as he got out of the car in a haste, to escape your revenge, “I’ll be quick!” he laughed before he stuck his tongue out at you, looking at you through the glass as you shook your head at him.

 He really was quick! After barely ten minutes, he was walking out the shop with two bags full of so many things you automatically put your face in your hands; he probably bought all those things because he wanted to spoil you, he always did when he had the chance but when you were sick he would go all in to make you feel better.

 “Rúben there was no need for you to buy everything they had in the shop…” you softly laughed as soon as your boyfriend opened his car door, making you shiver as the cold air hit your body.

 “I think you’ll change your mind when you’ll see what’s in the bags…” he winked at you, placing his lips on your forehead once again to control your temperature, “How are you feeling right now?”

 “Like shit…” you breathed a laugh once again, before you yawned just as Rúben was about to reverse the car.

 “I’m gonna take care of you baby, don’t worry okay?” he murmured sweetly, taking your hand in his and leaving a kiss on your knuckles once again, before he rested your hand in his lap as he held it safely in his own while he drove you both home.

 -

He parked the car right in front of your house; he didn’t bother parking it in the garage, as he only wanted you to be safe in the warmth of your house as fast as it was humanly possible.

 “Rúben it’s so so cold…” you whined as soon as he opened your car door.

 “I know baby I know,” he whispered as he crouched down in front of you, “but you have to get inside, you’re tired and feverish, I don’t want you to stay out here in the cold a minute longer.” he tried to reason with you as he looked at your droopy eyes, “Fancy a piggy back ride?” he laughed as he stroked your thigh.

 “Please…” you moaned as you leaned your head back against the headrest.

 “C’mon then, I’ll carry you inside…” he said in his usual sweet, soothing voice, while he turned his back to you.

 “You’re the best boyfriend ever…” you mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He effortlessly got up on his feet again like you weighed nothing, and after he turned his face to the side to kiss your warm cheek, he carried you inside.

 “Are you okay to stand now babe? Should I carry you to bed?” Rúben asked you while he closed the front door.

 “Here is okay…” you breathed as you slowly unwrapped yourself from him, “I have to leave my jacket here anyway…”

 “I’ll help you…” he offered as he stood in front of you, his City jacket still on, but his priority was you now, the rest could wait.

 “Thank you,” you weakly smiled as you felt his hands graze your body, “you really are the best…”

 “If you don’t stop saying this I might have to believe it,” he giggled as he took in your sleepy appearance, “now come on, I’ll run you a bath, we’ve got to lower that fever of yours…” he said as he took you in his arms once again and carried you to the bathroom.

 “Are you gonna join me?” you softly asked your boyfriend as you watched him preparing your bath; you didn’t mean it like a dirty proposition, in all honesty you couldn’t help but want him close to you.

 “Just relax now babe,” he said as he helped you out of your clothes, “I’m gonna go and take the bags out of the car, start the dinner and then I’ll join you okay?”

 “Mh hm…” you nodded before you hissed as your right foot touched the water, Rúben was helping you by holding your hand as you lowered your body in the lukewarm water, “Did you really have to make it this cold?” you said through gritted teeth, as you could feel the water’s effect on your body already.

 “There was really no point in running you a warm bath when you have a fever baby… I’m sorry.” he admitted, showing you a sympathetic smile before he walked out of the bathroom.

 You didn’t know how much time it passed since you closed your eyes, you only knew you did it as soon as Rúben closed the door. You noticed you must have fell asleep when you woke up with a gentle hand stroking your hair, a feather light touch that was making you lean your head further into it. When you opened your eyes you were feeling slightly better, your head wasn’t feeling that heavy anymore and once you looked into those brown eyes that you loved so much you knew you would be okay as long as you had Rúben by your side.

 “Hey you…” he breathed, “Feeling better?”

 “I am…” you rasped, “How long did I sleep?”

 “Ten minutes,” he laughed as he watched your shocked expression, you really thought you were asleep for half an hour at least, “I took everything out of the car and I started cooking dinner before I came to check on you and found you asleep in the bath tub…”

 “I think I have to get out of the water or else I’ll risk falling asleep again…” you chuckled as Rúben was gently stroking your forehead, checking your temperature to see if the bath worked the way it should.

 “Do you want me to grab your bathrobe?” he asked as he stood back on his feet, while his eyes never left your body.

 “Yes please babe…” you smiled as you slowly stood, waiting for Rúben to come back so that he could help you out of the bath tub.

 “Here…” he said as he wrapped you up in that soft, fluffy robe you loved so much, “Give me your hand, I’ll help you.”

 “Thank you my love,” you smiled as he was dabbing your face with a clean towel to dry your skin, “I love you…”

 “I love you too baby,” he grinned as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “now, come with me, I’ll give you one of my shirts to wear…”

 “You know me so well…” you softly laughed at how caring your boyfriend was being, you really thought you couldn’t get any more lucky.

 “Of course I do, none of my clothes is mine anymore…” he giggled as he watched you flop down on the bed, still in your bathrobe.

 “Hey that’s not true!” you whined, “And you can’t tell me off, I’m sick. You should be taking good care of me instead of scolding me…”

 “Am I not taking good care of you?” he questioned as he walked out of the closet, your favorite shirt of his in his right hand and the sweater he just removed from his torso in the other.

 “Not when you say I steal your clothes.” you pouted as you turned your head to look at him, noticing the sweater in his hand that looked much more inviting than the shirt, as you were starting to shiver once again.

 “But it’s true!” Rúben laughed as he offered you his shirt, standing right in front of you, “Here take this, I know it’s your favorite…”

 “Can I have the sweater too?” you whispered, pointing at the sweater in his hand.

 “Babe I was just wearing this, I’ll give you a clean one if you want-” he said as he sat down on the bed next to you.

 “That’s the point Rúben, it smells like you…” you sighed, your eyes falling shut again as you rested your head on his thigh, “You didn’t train in it did you?” you joked as you peeked at him through one eye.

 “You know I didn’t babe…” he giggled, stroking your cheek as he checked his watch, “Come on now, I’ll help you get your clothes on, or well my clothes…”

 “Okay daddy…” you chuckled as your thoughts were starting to get blurry, a signal that your fever was rising again.

 “You’re not funny babe, c’mon wear this…” he said as he helped you put his sweater on, noticing how hot your skin was once again, “I’m gonna bring you your dinner and your medicines, you just lay down okay?”

 “Okay…” you laughed as you laid down under the warm duvet.

 “Hey wake up sleepyhead,” Rúben whispered as he put the tray on your bed table, “I have a surprise for you…”

 “I’m so tired amor…” you mumbled as you were already drifting off once again.

 “You really have to get a fever to speak portuguese to me??” he joked as he sat down next to you, “Come on baby, eat this, take your medicines and then I’ll let you sleep I promise…”

 “You really promise?” you asked, propping your body up on your elbows as you looked at the bowl of soup in his hands.

 “I’ll feed you if you want, but you have to eat…” he pouted, silently begging you to eat something, “I even cooked my mother’s soup, the one you’re fond of…”

 “You did? For me?” you were shocked to hear this, and you immediately sat up in bed as your mouth was watering just by smelling the food he cooked.

 “I promised I would take care of you didn’t I?” he smiled as he grabbed the spoon from the tray and started feeding you.

 -

 Once you ate the soup and took your pills, you and Rúben laid down in bed; the both of you were focused on cuddling, before you would eventually fall asleep in each other’s arms. He was slowly stroking your back as your arm circled his waist, while your leg crossed his naked thigh; his warm skin against your own was providing you with the biggest sense of safety you’ve ever felt, and the fact that he took care of you when you were feeling like shit was making you feel even safer as you laid in his arms.

 “Hey what was the surprise you were talking about?” you murmured in his neck, your eyes closed as you relished in the feeling of his big hands on your sore body.

 “Are you sure you’re ready for it?” he smiled as he kissed all over your face, “You wanna see it now?”

 “I do, I can’t wait anymore Rúben…” you giggled under his attack.

 “Wait here!” he winked as he got out of bed, giving you a full view of his naked back and his firm butt covered only by a pair of black boxers.

 “Gladly…” you chuckled once again, at the thought you’d have the chance to admire his naked body when he would come back to you.

 “You shouldn’t get dirty thoughts when you’re sick baby, it’s not good for you!” he tutted as he walked back into the bedroom, hiding something behind his back, “Now, are you ready for what I’m about to show you?”

 “I am!” you sat up in a hurry, feeling your head pounding as you did so, “Ouch…”

 “You okay??” Rúben frowned as he looked at you holding your head in your hands.

 “Yeah, I just sat up too quickly I suppose …” you said, “Now what about my surprise??”

 “Okay…3…2…1…” he giggled as he was just as impatient to show you his surprise as you were to see it, “Tah dah!!!” he exclaimed as he showed you a big stuffed animal. A big, fluffy koala bear was in Rúben’s hands, as he held it out to you.

 “Awww babe you didn’t have to do that…” you cooed, “oh my God it’s so cute! I love it! I love it, and I love you!” you said as you kneeled on the bed and wrapped your arms around Rúben’s torso, holding him as close as you could, already feeling better as the medicines were working their magic, together with your boyfriend’s unconditional care.

 “I had to! I couldn’t resist it, it was too cute! And I thought about you when I saw it so it had to be yours…” he confessed as he stroked your hair, the furry koala crushed in the middle of your bodies, “In that way you’re gonna have a little koala with you when I’m away…”

 “Believe it or not, you’re the best boyfriend ever…” you smiled as you pressed countless kisses on his cheek.

 “I love you amor…” he giggled upon hearing that nickname once again.

 “I love you too, my big koala boyfriend.”