#only thing that sucks is i ran out of ibuprofen

[twistedappletree]

i got my taste/smell back!!!

[storm-angel989]

Outside The Office Part Twenty Four

TW: Sex, bad decisions, body image issues

Sunlight streamed through the window and to my surprise, Valentino was on his back, sound asleep next to me. I crawled onto him and snuggled my body on top of his, my belly on fire from the night before. I squirmed on top of him, hoping he would wake up and ease the burning sensation.  Somewhere under the covers, I felt him grow hard but his eyes stayed firmly closed.

I thought back to one of the shoots Valentino had done. A demon, waking her master up each morning by sucking their cock until he came. In the video, she swallowed, batted her eyes, and thanked him for her morning meal. I wondered if Valentino would have the same reaction he did. 

Slowly, I moved my body back, sliding the covers back as I did. With me at least, Valentino slept without a stitch of fabric on, which made my plan this morning all the easier. Slowly, out of both caution and uncertainty, I began to kiss his cock, from the tip to the base, and back again. 

“Princessa?” I heard Valentino mutter.

I slipped the tip of his cock into my warm mouth and wrapped my tongue around it. I heard valentino moan, and tasted the salty sweetness of him for the very first time.  

“Mmm, Princessa.” I heard Valentino moan softly. His hand ran through my hair and gripped down to the base of my roots and tangled my hair. His hips bucked. “Don’t stop.”

Or what? I wanted to lift my head up and tease, but the second my head pressed up to his hand, he pushed me back down. I choked on his cock and tried to swallow around it. 

“Fuck, reader. More of that.” He groaned as his hips bucked faster. 

I choked a bit as his cock hit the back of my throat. My hand wrapped around the rest of his his cock, slicked by a mix of saliva and precum. I tried to lower my head deeper, swallowing to get his cock as far into me as I could. 

“Don’t. Not the first time,” Valentino groaned. “You’ll make yourself sick. Suck, princessa. Faster. Move your head if you need to. Up. Down.Yes! Like that!  Fuuuuck!” 

I felt him explode in the back of my throat and I did my best to hold back a gag as I swallowed every single bit. I slowly pulled my mouth away, releasing his cock with a kiss to the tip. He panted and pulled me to him and held me tight to him.I laid my head against him and listened as his heart pounded frantically in his chest. 

“Good morning to you too, princessa.” He kissed the top of my head and groaned. “You can wake me up like that anytime. Fuck.”

“Good for my first time?” I asked softly as I snuggled him.

“First time? Could have fooled me.” He rolled so that I was pinned under him, the weight of his body on top of mine. “Allow me to return the favor, princessa.” 

I groaned. So much for being to the gym early. 

Valentino was out of bed and off to work before I had regained my energy. A soft kiss on the forehead and a gentle squeeze later, I heard the door close. My body ached, both from both the bedroom and the gym workout the night before. It took every ounce of self determination to pull myself out of bed, swallow ibuprofen, and hit the gym. The miles paced under my feet and I made it almost to fourteen miles before my body gave up. Thank god Valentino’s cock was really the only thing I’d put in my mouth that morning. 

My phone blipped as I stepped out of the shower. The bruises Lucifer had made practically non-existent the day before were back with a painful rage. I swallowed more ibuprofen with a bottle of water as I picked it up. 

Massages, my studio, one hour. Meet me there. Wear comfortable clothes.  

Valentino. I groaned at the thought of someone else touching my body, especially given how much I hurt. My stomach rumbled, a reminder that I hadn’t eaten breakfast or lunch. Coffee would have to do- save my calories for dinner. 

I leaned against the counter, wrapped in my fluffy robe as I sipped my coffee, trying to ignore the rumblings from my tummy. Self control, my father taught me. I still had it, somewhere. The ping of the elevator door pulled me from my thoughts. 

“Hey kiddo!” Vox said cheerfully as he walked across the room. He helped himself to the pot of coffee I had just made. He took a sip and closed his eyes. “Amazing. Just what I needed. Did you eat yet? I think Vel ordered up sandwiches.” He dug through the fridge and pulled out the small plastic container. “Yeah, here we are! Want one?”

“Ah, no. Thanks. I ate already, and I'm watching what I eat.” I replied. I mean, it wasn’t exactly a lie.

“Oh right, Val mentioned that. Yeah, don’t get too worked up over it, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Saw you hit the gym early this morning. Good for you.” He bit into a sandwich and his eyes met mine. 

I felt myself grow cold. Fuck. How did I forget that he had eyes all over the place? Maybe he had seen my workout, the throwing up. No, he wouldn’t have just left me alone if he did, there would be yelling and screaming and, well, Valentino. 

I shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, I prefer to work out early, always have.” 

“Yeah, well, don’t push yourself too hard, kid. You’ll be fine.” He shoved the last bite into his mouth and drained his cup before filling it back to the top. “I gotta go, busy day- come see me when you’re done with Val, I have stuff I need to work with you on.” He paused as he walked towards the elevator, “dress down. No one will see you today except for me.” 

“You got it.” I answered as I watched him walk out the door. I quickly drained my coffee and slipped into sweatpants and one of Valentino’s shirts. I made my way into his studio. 

“Ah, mi amore, welcome,” Valentino said when he saw me step out of the elevator. He stood up and stretched. The stage cleared in a matter of seconds as he walked over to me. He leaned over and kissed my cheek before taking my hand.

“Tell me about your morning, mi amore,” he said as we walked towards the back of the studio. 

“Nothing to talk about,” I shrugged, “worked out, and now I’m here. Nothing fun. Yours?”

“The same. Well, nothing fun after I left you.” He smirked and pushed open a door to the side. 

Instantly, I froze. Flashbacks of being grabbed, the trauma of being drugged and held down in the back of his studio. Valentino seemed to sense my hesitation and his arm wrapped around my waist. 

“I got you, mi amore. You’re okay. No harm will come to you.” He said softly. “Trust me.” 

I hesitated but allowed him to guide me into the dimly lit room. The light scent of lavender filled the room and soft music played from somewhere. In the middle of the room sat two beds. 

“Princessa, first things first. Clothes come off, and you lay down on your stomach. I’ll cover you with a blanket and then call in the massage therapist. This way, your exposure is minimized.” He kissed the top of my head. “Arms up.” 

He tugged my shirt off first and then my pants. Carefully, I laid down and the next thing I felt was a warm blanket that covered me from the neck down. 

“What about you, Val?” I asked as I heard the door open. 

He chuckled. “Princessa, my modestry disappeared ages ago. Now close your eyes and do your best to relax.” 

The feeling of someone else’s hands on my body was something I thought for sure I would hate. But after about ten minutes laying under the warmed blanket, next to Valentino, with gentle hands on my back, I felt my muscles relax in a way I never had before. Pure bliss. Far too soon, the lights came on slowly. I heard the door open and close. 

“It’s just us, princessa. You can sit up now,” Valentino said gently. 

“I don’t wanna,” I mumbled as I opened my eyes and sat up slowly. I took the pile of clothes from Valentino and quickly tugged them back on, wanting to maintain the warmth, the relief. 

He laughed and pulled his shirt back, buttoning each button carefully. “Told you you would love it, my dear. I’ll let you know when I schedule the next one.” He pressed his lips to my forehead and pulled on his jacket. “You’re spending the day with Vox, yes?” His hand found mine and he pulled me to my feet. “Go. I think he has something important to show you.” He paused as he led me out the door and back to the elevator.  “I love you, reader.” 

“I love you too, Val.” 

He bent down and kissed me gently. “See you tonight.” 

I stepped into the elevator and watched as he turned away, the softness in his voice traded instantly for harshness. The door closed, shielding me from that side of him- the side I hoped I was never on the receiving end of. Now to go see what Vox wanted.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

If your requests are open

Could you do an older Lottie matthews x reader and reader is on her period gets really bad cramps and just feels sad or whatever and Lottie helps her and makes her feel better

🫶

REMEDY

pairing: lottie matthews x fem!reader

word count: 888 (angel number woo)

notes and warnings: i love my murderous cult leader wife so much,, also this is not proofread

It was barely 9:30 in the morning and you were already craving to go back to bed. 

You’d just finished teaching a meditation class at the wellness center (A/N: we’re calling it a wellness center instead of a cult lmao) you owned with Lottie. You had almost fallen asleep twice while meditating in the class, and as you were dismissing everyone you’d started to feel lightheaded. 

The pain was too much. Every time you moved it felt like knives were being shoved into your uterus, and every step you took seemed to take every last bit of your energy.

You laid down on your yoga mat at the front of the meditation room, closing your eyes. You had around a half hour before your next class, and if you could just get a few minutes of sleep-

A horrible cramp wracked your body, and you sucked in a breath, trying to wait it out. It was one of the worst pains you’d experienced, and it came in waves, never ending. 

You didn’t notice the door opening, didn’t hear footsteps, were completely oblivious to the presence of anyone else until you felt Lottie’s hand on your abdomen, running up and down soothingly. She’d sat down next to you, on the edge of the purple yoga mat, and her very presence led you to feel even the slightest bit better. 

“Honey,” she said, and you opened your eyes, “are you okay?” 

You nodded, sighing as you sat up. 

“Cramps?” She asked, pulling you closer until you were leaning into her, your head on her shoulder and her arms wrapped around you.

“I took two Ibuprofen just a little bit ago and it didn’t work,” you said, distraughtly confirming her theory. Along with the unbearable pain, your emotions were heightened. Any minor inconvenience made you feel like crying and throwing things — often it did result in crying at the very least. “I have two more meditation classes to teach and a fucking yoga class.” You were on the verge of tears, though you knew it was stupid. 

“No, you don’t.” She said simply. She ran her hand up and down your back, then moved to massage your shoulders gently. “Take the day to rest. I’ll cancel all of my sessions too and we can stay in and we can watch movies.” 

“Lottie, you can’t just cancel all of your sessions on a whim.” 

She shrugged, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Why not?” 

You smiled softly, relishing in the comfort her presence provided. “Alright, but if we’re watching movies we’re watching real movies. No more National Geographic or weird herbal remedy documentaries.” 

“Why, so you can fantasize about leaving me for Jennifer Garner?” 

“I mean…” 

She shoved you lightly, standing with a small smile. “I might just keep my sessions scheduled, then.” 

“No,” you whined, standing. “I’d choose you over Jennifer Garner any day.” 

She shook her head, taking your hand and leading you out of the meditation room. “I think you’re sleep deprived.” 

“I think you’re sleep deprived enough to come lie down with me.” 

As soon as the two of you reached your bedroom, you collapsed onto the bed. It was the only relief you’d felt all day, and though you were still being battered by cramps you found solace in the simple fact that you didn’t have to get up for the rest of the day if you didn’t want to. You could sleep, watch shitty old movies with your Lottie, let it all pass. 

“Lottie?” you said, your eyes closed. 

No response. 

Sighing, you opened your eyes, finding nothing but the absence of your wife. After a moment you adjusted your pillows, slipping under the covers. 

The TV was still set on National Geographic when you turned it on, and had you not been in so much pain it would have made you smile. Death Becomes Her was playing on the next channel, and you left it, letting your eyes close and drifting back into a light sleep. 

After what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes the bed dipped beside you, and you jolted awake. Lottie was waiting with a cup of tea and a heating pad, both of which you took gratefully. You knew the tea was one of her herbal remedies, which amused you in the slightest bit. They never really worked, whether they were in smoothie or tea form, but she was absolutely convinced that they did, and you loved it. She was even trying to teach Lisa how to make them. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, and she nodded, pulling you into her. You buried your head in her neck, letting yourself be completely enveloped by her, letting her take over all of your senses simply by being there with you. 

“Get some rest, baby,” she said softly, combing her fingers through your hair lightly, “I’m right here.” 

You knew she would change the channel back to National Geographic once you were asleep – you didn’t care. You were content just to be in her arms at last, content because you knew you would stay there. It wasn’t her herbal teas or smoothies that were remedial, it was her, in every way that she just rested with you, comforted you. 

Even, really, in her nature documentaries you loathed so much. 

[nepsah]

man.........

(chronic pain ramblings- I'm fine, I'm just talking to myself)

the desire to not be labeled as drug seeking is surprisingly difficult to shake?? like idk - I am still in a Lot of pain from the surgery and I ran out of the norco they prescribed last night - I held onto one pill so I could sleep n suffered thru the day, and chickened out on calling to see if they'd refill it, all bc I was afraid of being told no and that I was somehow bad for wanting relief from the surgery pain??

But I was hurting so so so bad this morning before work I couldn't stand it anymore and called.

It was a complete non-issue. Like, no questions asked, just a "hey the pharmacy doesn't open until 9 and historically these take a while to be ready jsyk!"

God.

I AM supplementing with prescription strength ibuprofen (given to me by them) but it doesn't really cut it. Also, the prescription strength ibuprofen doesn't combat my other pain issues. I take a 24/hr ibuprofen-like thing for my coccydynia (and fibromyalgia but mostly for the cyccyx) and in the week or so I've been off that so I can take the meds from the surgeon, I've noticed that the old pain is starting to creep back in.

It started with dreams last night. The sensation of someone or something getting dangerously close to applying pressure on the coccyx. At my worst pain, I would wake myself up from dreams like that every night and have to take more ibuprofen to get back to sleep. If it werent dreams, it'd be because I was rolling over and the sheer act of movement sent spikes of pain thru my body.

That whole area of my pelvic region - well, spine down to tailbone, would feel internally as if it were stiff and hard like plastic (but, plastic one can bend) and the only relief for it was to take ibuprofen.

During the day, a stiff breeze would be enough to make me stiffen up from head to toe so that I could be prepared for a hit that wasn't coming.

And god forbid I actually tripped. The amount of times I nearly took myself out bc of that.... Ugh ...

I tried chiropractors, massages, tens machine treatments... I had X-rays and an MRI. There's nothing wrong with my tailbone/coccyx. It just decided to start hurting in the winter of 2016, and hasn't stopped since. I still don't know what's wrong? I've just found a medication that works.

Anyways

Chronic pain sucks! And I hate that seeking relief for it gives you a bad name.

When the norco + ibuprofen work together in tandem, it's the least amount of pain Ive been in in years. It's really sad, actually? : ( how is it that I'm able to achieve a lower base level of pain with active surgery recovery ??? Sighs.

[limewatt]

i want soup but i don’t have soup and i hate most soup

[wing-ed-thing]

And they were roommates... (Kabuto x Reader)

Synopsis:

Word Count: 626

Tags/Warnings: @kakashiswilloffire Sick!Reader, Medication, Nuggets Not Specified to be Meat, Language, Gender Neutral Reader

Notes: I’m sick...

You woke up with a start to the loud banging on your door. Kabuto never did have a subtle knock. As soon as you opened your eyes the congestion hit you in full force. You felt it plug up the back of your nose. You parted your lips to yell out to Kabuto— who had started to knock again— but a fit of coughing escaped you before your words could. A string of expletives poured from your mouth between wheezes.

“I’m sick!” you managed, voice raspy.

“No shit,” came Kabuto’s retort. You could practically hear his eyes roll through the partition. “You’ve been hacking up a lung all night.”

Your door swung open. Light flooded into the dismal darkness of your room. Kabuto stood in your doorway, one hand in the pocket of his jeans and the other adjusting the mask on his face. Fog covered the lenses of his glasses. Even in his casual clothes he looked as chic as usual while you, in comparison, couldn’t have felt less presentable.

You slouched over in your bed, surrounded by sheets that could’ve used a good wash. A random assortment of things sat with you: a mostly empty box of tissues, a full box of tissues, a few forgotten notebooks, and a bag of cough drops that you were sucking on like candy. You ran a hand through your messy hair. Kabuto had seen you at worse points. Hell, he had seen worse in general.

“Have you eaten food?” You shook your head and he muttered some snarky comment or another under his breath. “When’s the last time you took ibuprofen?”

You barely had time to answer before Kabuto was gone, leaving the door to your room wide open. You glared at the opening in disdain, the hall light beaming loudly at you. You picked up a slipper from beside your bed and threw it, and only then did the door creak closed just enough for you to be satisfied. Groping though your nest of blankets, you turned on your side and laid back down.

But the light invaded your room once more.

You turned to glance over your shoulder.

“Sit up.” Kabuto motioned with his head, holding a plate and a large glass of water. You groaned in complaint but upon seeing Kabuto’s quirked eyebrow, you reluctantly did as you were told. He sat at the edge of your bed, placing the plate on your lap and holding the glass out to you. Accenting your five dinosaur nuggets were two pills. “I want you to drink all of this, okay?”

“You got it, doc.” You rasped before breaking out into another fit of coughs. Kabuto gently took the cup, hovering it from your grip so you wouldn’t spill. You turned away, face buried in your elbow. “Is this the kind of bedside manner you put on at the hospital?”

“No.” Kabuto was quick to answer. He almost laughed; you could see the faint sign of a smile though the little lines that formed at the base of his eyes. Kabuto put the back of his hand up to your forehead before he continued to prod at you to get an idea of some vital or another. “When one of us moves out, not only will you lose your free, at-home healthcare—” He accented his half-jest with a pointed look. —“but you’ll never find a nurse who’s as good as me. Remember that.” Your scoff turned into another cough.

“Aw what? You don’t want to live with me forever?”

You didn’t notice Kabuto’s half-second pause as you downed the rest of your water. Maybe down the road, given the two of you grow a bit smarter, you wouldn’t have to give up your free healthcare after all.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed and otherwise supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

[soft-boi-eli]

Could I get a cc!dadza and mumza oneshot? Where they have a child and the child gets sick with the common cold or something like that and it's just a bunch of fluffy fluff?

He'll yes. I have one other request so I'm sorry that it took a bit! I promise that i didn't forget this request.

Being sick is a dick

Dadza and mumza x sick!preteen! reader

All you knew was that when you got up to go pee last night everything felt cold. You felt really weak. Extremely tired. And you were shaking so bad.

There was no reason on to why you were feeling like that. But when your mom woke you for school she immediately knew something was up.

Her hand touched your forehead, it felt nice. Flipping it over she sighed. "Phil. (Y/n) is staying home. They're running a fever." She called to your dad. You looked at her tired. "But mom-." "No buts you are staying home I know you have a project you have to do for school. That teacher can suck it. You can do it when you're better." She was quick to cut you off.

"Now do you want soup? Crackers? Toast? Tea?" Humming lightly you shook you head. "I wanna sleep." Giggling lightly she rubbed you're head. "I know but can you wait for a sec. I want you to take some ibuprofen to get that temperature down."

Humming once more you forced yourself awake. It was hard when that's all you wanted to do. With that new stuffy nose that random tingle in your throat. But she was quick and the medicine that was was getting would help with these hot flashes from hell.

Handing you the two pills she placed your water bottle on you're night stand. "Take those and get some rest sweet heart." Humming was the only thing that didn't hurt. So carefully taking the pills you laid back down.

"Text us if you need anything. I don't want you getting a head ache or making one worse." She seemed to catch onto the humming.

When she left you just curled up in your blanket. Surprisingly you fell right back to sleep. For how long you had no clue. Having not want the pain in your head to start again you haven't touched your phone. Sitting up carefully you just looked at the dimly lit wall. Feeling more like trash then earlier.

No headache.

Just weak, not hungry, a little washy in the head, and unstable.

You didn't want to exit the cacoon you were in but your bladder wasn't going to let you stay there.

The instant you sat down there was that uncomfortable colder feeling. It made your body feel weaker and that sick muscle feeling worse.

Not like you were gonna hurl. More of just uncomfortable. As you finished up you washed your hands. Just wanting to lay down again.

As you werebwalking back your mother ran up to you.

"Child you shouldn't be out of bed." Shrugging you spike quietly, "had to pee." Sighing at you she shook her head. "Go lay back down. I'll bring you some soup." Humming slightly you walked off.

The soft smile on her face told you she wasn't truly mad. Just worried. Understandable because here you were swaying and looking as frail as glass right now. But colds did that. What do you expect? To not feel like trash when your body was using energy to fight off a damed bacteria?

Not happening.

When you leaned against the wall, body against your wall you relaxed. Letting the muscles in your body not use up any energy they didn't need to.

"Hey. I brought the soup. We thought you would like some company." Your father and mother were at the door. Smiling gently at them you lightly shook you head. "You guys will get sick. I don't want that." Your dad stared at you. "You had my whole stream worried child. When your mom called out and told me that you had a fever everyone was worried about childza. And like a little cold will stop me."

"Dadza. When you got sick last time you acted like it was the end of the world." The two in front of you shared a laugh. Lightly chuckling you grabbed the soup that was offered to you.

Mumza made the best soup. When you were sick all you want is her soup. It makes you feel happy. Brightened up the bad feeling in your body.

"You two are so childish." Her voice was soothing. "Well I am still a kid." She hummed. "But your father isnt." Looking them in the eyes I raided my eye brows. "He streams minecraft of course he's a child." Letting out a laugh mumza couldn't help it.

Phil. He was shocked. His child. How could they.

"Oh come on dadza it was a joke I promise. You honestly make me. Laugh when I need it." Holding his hand to his chest he feigned distrust. "No. It's obvious I am the child of this house. Announced by my own child." Laughing at his dramatic acting you forgot about the sickness. This is what you needed. This was perfect.

This was family.

Again apologize it is on the shorter side. I'm just having motivation issues and due to some physical pain lately I haven't been focusing. But I had so much fun with this one.

I'll let you guys in on a secret that might show alot.

I have never had a good father figure. My bio dad left me. He wasn't a good father. Not for a long shot. So I don't mind that he's gone.

So I have no idea what fatherly love is.

I just try to think of what I wanted my father to do for me as a child. And use that as a father child relationship.

Anyways i hoped you liked.

Eli out!!

[reidgraygubler]

5 Times Aaron Hotchner Cares For You +1 Time You Care For Him

Title: 5 Times Hotchner Cares For You +1 Time You Care For Him

Request: kinda, not really

Couple: Aaron Hotchner/Reader

Category: Angst w/ the littlest bit of fluff

Content Warning: swearing (if any), several instances of injuries, assault, car accident, being sick (nothing serious, just a bad cold), gun violence (but no one actually getting shot), talks of near death experiences, canon consistent injuries (hotch's injuries from foyet), season 9 ep 5 spoilers/mentions, vague mentions of something bad happening to kids

Word Count: 5,601

Summary: the five times aaron hotchner takes care of you when you’re injured, plus the one time you take care of him when he’s injured.

A/N: this was writing for pom’s discord server fic swap! I was paired with the wonderful @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff! I took a few of his favorite tropes and prompts he likes and came up with this! The first two instances there’s no relationship, but by the end it’s sort of an implied relationship. Also, I binged dharma and greg while writing this… So Hotch definitely has more of a domestic vibe in a few of the instances. thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

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One

It was a regular day. You stayed behind to help Aaron and Jennifer work over some cases. The extra pair of eyes would be nice, and maybe they’d be able to get home sooner rather than later. You knew it’d be a late-night no matter what. So you decided to work through your files quickly.

Although, you wished you’d slow it down a bit. You wished you slowed down after you moved a paper just the right way across your finger. A hiss came from your lips as you dropped the paper and file to the table.

��You alright?” Jennifer looked over at you as you stood up. Looking down at your fingers, liquid red came seeping from your finger. Your nose wrinkled as you looked at the injury. It took you a minute to realize what happened as you started at the minor injury across your finger.

“Papercut,” you winced as you looked between Jennifer and the cut on your finger. You brought your finger to your lips, sucking on the wound like a child would have done.

“I have bandaids in my office,” Aaron spoke, looking up from his file and right at you. You looked over at him, your finger still in your mouth. You felt a little weird staring at your boss and superior with your finger in your mouth. “Here, I’ll go get you one,” he looked up at you as he stood. You stared at him, watching him leave the conference room.

“I should go with him, right?” You asked, looking back at JJ. She looked up from her file and right at you.

“He offered you bandaids quicker than I could,” JJ laughed as she lowered her file to the table. You raised an eyebrow at her. “I’d go with him,” a smile grew on JJ’s lips as she looked back at her file.

“Right, I should,” you mumbled as you rushed to your feet. JJ grinned, watching as you rushed out of the room. You were quick as you rushed down the platform, going right to Aaron’s office.

“Unfortunately, I only have Batman bandaids. Is that alright?” Aaron looked up at you, holding a bandaid with Batman and Robin on it. You looked at him, feeling a small smile grow on your lips before nodding.

“Batman will work just fine,” you laughed as you met Aaron in the middle of his office.

“I don’t have anything to clean it with either. So you’ll just have to go to the bathroom. Next time I’ll be better prepared.” Aaron laughed as you took the band-aid from him and looked down at it. “Jack’s the one who picked the theme of the band-aids… Insisted that superheroes help heal all owies.” Aaron laughed again as he watched you examine the theme.

“Oh, no, really. Batman is perfectly fine," You spoke as you peeled the band-aid open and put it over your cut. “And, who said there would be a next time…?”

Two

You sat at the table, sweat pouring off you, while you somehow shivered like a leaf in the wind. You were simultaneously hot and cold, and you couldn’t stop your nose from running like a character in a Tom Hanks movie. You didn’t even realize Aaron was talking to you, everything he said to you went in one ear and out the other.

“Are you even listening to me?” Aaron stopped talking about the case and looked right at you. You looked up from the table and at him.

“Yeah, yeah you said something about…” Your words trailed off, just like any other thought you had at that moment.

“That’s not even close to what I said,” Aaron spoke as he stared at you. He placed the file he was holding on the table and stepped up to you. “Are you feeling fine?”

“I feel great, Aaron. Really. Let’s just get back to work so we can go home,” you rambled as you tried to hold down a cough. Aaron looked down at you as he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. To anyone on the outside, our relationship was strictly professional. But behind closed doors, you both had a pretty simple and normal relationship. It would have seemed weird only to the people in a work environment. But you were used to it and love that side of him.

“Nope, you’re going to the hotel. You’re burning up.” Aaron folded his arms over his chest as he stared at you.

“But I feel fine.” “You’re burning up.”

“But-”

“You’re going back to the hotel,” he spoke sternly, "Don’t even think about calling Garcia to spy on the case. Go back to the hotel, and get some rest.” Aaron looked down at you. You stared up at him, trying to hold back the sneeze or hold down the cough that was making you suffocate.

“I feel… I feel…” Unfortunately, you were cut off by a sneeze, then a cough, and then another sneeze, “Fine!” You tried not to shout, but at that point, you had never felt so… defeated. So you finally let your shoulders fall as you looked up at Aaron. “I’ll go back to the hotel,” you grumbled before grabbing your things.

“Call me if you need anything, please.” Aaron stared at you as you struggled to put your jacket on. He was quiet as he walked over to help you, grabbing a sleeve to your jacket and slipping it on you. You looked up at him with dewy eyes.

“Be safe out there, please,” you quietly pleaded. Aaron pressed his lips to your forehead, which he would regret because of how sweaty you were. You were happy it was just you and Aaron in the precinct, as all the other members of the team were at separate locations.

“Let me know when you get to the hotel.” Aaron walked beside you out to the parking lot. You looked up at him and nodded. “Get all the rest in the world, and drink plenty of fluids.” He looked down at you as he pulled the door open for you.

“Okay, Doctor Reid,” you scoffed and glared at him as you slipped into the car. Aaron returned the glare before pushing the door to the car shut.

The drive to the hotel was quiet, and thankfully pretty quick. You weren’t sure if you were happy to sit this case out. Sure it was nice to have a break from the stress. But you did enjoy being with the team and actually working.

When you finally got to the hotel, you were quick to change from your business-work attire and into your pajamas. You clicked the TV on and laid in bed. You weren’t sure when you drifted off, but you awoke to the door of your room clicking shut, and in a puddle of your own sweat.

“It’s just me,” Aaron spoke into the darkroom. You reached over and blindly turned the lamp on. Aaron was standing at the foot of the bed holding two paper bags in hand. “Sorry to wake you,” he whispered as he cringed. You assumed you looked like a mess as you sat up. You felt like one at least.

“It’s fine. It wasn’t restful anyway,” you sighed as you rubbed your face. It was an obvious lie too. You hadn’t slept that hard since before you started at the BAU. Aaron knew for a fact that you were sleeping pretty hard. The line of drool coming from your mouth, the exhausted look in your eyes, and the indentations in your skin from where the blankets were indicated just how hard you were sleeping.

“How are you feeling?” Aaron asked as he placed the bags on the table. You watched as he pulled out a bottle of orange juice, a box of popsicles, and a bowl of soup.

“Like I ran headfirst into a brick wall then hit by a semi-truck.” You spoke truthfully. Aaron raised an eyebrow as he walked over to you with the soup in one hand and the orange juice in another. “It’s probably a good thing I didn’t stay at the station with you.”

“Well there was a reason why I sent you back here,” Aaron laughed as he placed the two items on the nightstand beside you. “I also got you NyQuil and Ibuprofen. And, I can get you ice from the machine down the hall,” he continued as he sat beside you on the bed.

“You’re the best,” you whispered as you picked up the soup. “How’s the case going?”

“It’s going. There’s been another victim,” Aaron honestly answered. You frowned as you looked away from the soup and up at him.

“I wish there was something I could do to help.” And it was true. But there was a little bit of a lie in your words. You’d much rather stay in the hotel room wrapped up in blankets watching movies on your phone.

“You’re helping by staying here and getting rest. We don’t want Reid overreacting to you being with the rest of us,” Aaron laughed as he looked at you. You laughed and nodded.

“You’re right, you’re right,” you sighed and sat back in the bed, “You should get rest too. You’ll have an early morning….”

“Now… I’m the one who’s taking care of you,” Aaron scolded. You stared at him before blinking slowly. “I’m at least going to shower first. You better be asleep by the time I get out.”

“Can do, Sir… But only if you give me that bottle of NyQuil first.”

Three

“Get down!” You shouted as you looked at the victim. The little girl looked over at you with terror in her eyes. You looked at the little girl, then up at the unsub. “Let the girl go, and maybe we can talk about a deal,” You spoke softly as you lowered your gun. Your partner in crime and in life, Aaron, appeared by your side, his weapon still in hand.

“Get out of here,” the unsub muttered as he shoved the little girl towards you and Aaron. The little girl went right to Aaron’s arms, causing you to look over at him.

“Take her, I got this,” You whispered as you nodded to the girl. Aaron wanted to argue, but he knew it was useless. Aaron glanced at you one last time before lifting the girl up and leaving.

“Look, I’m putting my weapon away,” You looked back at the unsub as you holstered your gun. The unsub looked at you for a moment before tricking you. The way the unsub moved made you think he was going one way, when in reality he went the other.

Before you knew it, the unsub threw a fist at your face before shoving you up against the wall. If you weren’t sitting on the ground, you would have chased after him. But you were too busy recollecting yourself to bother. It was a shock and everything happened so quickly. So it was a relief when you heard Aaron’s booming voice renter the room.

“Stay down!” Aaron yelled as he looked down at the unsub. You sat against the wall, your hand over your eye where the unsub punched you. Aaron was quick as he put cuffs on the already down unsub. The way Aaron glanced over at you worried you a little bit. You could tell there was a tiny bit of worry in his eye. You two would have to wait till other members of the team showed up before anything would happen.

“I’m fine, Aaron,” you mumbled as you stumbled to your feet. Aaron glanced down at the unsub before going to you to help you to your feet. “I said I was fine,” you whisper once you were standing behind him.

“You go outside, and get yourself some help. I’ll be right behind you with him,” Aaron’s grip on your arm was tight as you stood. You glanced at Aaron with a raised brow.

“I’m fine, Aaron,”

“Just listen to me,” Aaron insisted as he guided you towards the door. You looked at Aaron and the unsub one last time before going outside.

The rest of the team was by your side, bringing you to an ambulance.

“Where’s Hotch,” Emily asked as one of the EMTs helped you. You graciously took the ice pack from the EMT and held it to your face.

“He said he’d be right behind me. Is the little girl okay?” You asked as you worried more about the little girl, rather than yourself. Emily gestured over to where the little girl was reunited with her family. A wave of relief washed over you once you saw the family back together.

Aaron was quick to your side when he was outside. You didn’t want to question why he took so long inside with the unsub. You were just happy he was back beside you.

“Bastard packed quite the punch,” you nervously chuckled as you looked to the ground. Aaron leaned against the ambulance rig before looking over at you.

“Next time I’m staying with the unsub,” Aaron muttered as he rested a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him as you dropped your hand and ice pack from your face.

“You know, Aaron,” you started but let your words trail off with a chuckle.

“Are you going to finish that thought?” Aaron asked as he raised an eyebrow at you. You laughed again and shook your head.

“It’s no big deal that I got punched by an unsub. It wasn’t the first, and it most certainly won’t be the last time it’s happened,” You spoke softly as you tried to reassure your partner. Aaron breathed out a laugh and nodded.

Four

The unsub was cornered. Stuck between you, Aaron, and a brick wall with no way over it. You and the team had profiled everything about this guy perfectly. Or so you and Aaron had thought. You hoped there was an easy way for this to end. But you ended up being wrong when he raised his weapon in your direction. Aaron was doing everything he could to talk the unsub of the edge, to get him to lower his weapon. But it all ended up being for nothing.

For a brief moment, you weren’t entirely sure what had happened. All you knew was there was a loud bang, followed by a second bang, followed by you fell back to the ground. The wind was knocked right from your lungs, and breathing seemed to be a chore instead of a freewill thing. A sudden pain was in your chest, and sitting up was the furthest thing from your mind.

“Are you alright?” Aaron looked down at you with wide eyes.

“Am I dead?” You asked once you were able to take a deep breath. It was still a struggle for you. Aaron offered you a hand to help you sit up. You looked up at him before looking down at the bulletproof, kevlar vest. A bullet was lodged in the vest, saving your life.

“No, you aren’t.” Aaron helped you take the vest off. You sat back against the wall, the pain in your chest only growing.

“Are you sure?” You asked again, looking at Aaron with a small, but nervous, smile. Aaron returned the look with a raised brow, silently telling you now was no time for joking.

“You’ll have a bruise on your chest, but you should be fine. I would still get it checked out, just in case.” He added before helping you to your feet.

“Is he dead?” You looked down at the ground, your eyes instantly going to the cold body of your unsub. Aaron looked over at you with a crease in his brow and a solemn look in his eye.

“I couldn’t take any chances that he’d try to kill you. He’d already shot at you once.” Aaron explained once you had realized he’d killed the unsub. You understood why he did it, though. And frankly, you’d do the same if your places were swapped, you thought.

“Are the rest of the team and the police on their way?” You asked, already assuming the answer.

“Called them when you were down. Should be here at any minute.”

Five

“Are you alright?” Aaron asked as he looked over at you. The expression that he wore on his face was… exhausted and sad. You were sure you had the same expression, more on the sadder side. This last case was… a rough one to say the least. You tried not to think about the details of it, but all you could think about was Jack, and your nieces and nephews, and their safety. But it was hard when that was the only thing that occupied your mind on the ride home.

“No,” You muttered as you looked over at him. It was hard for you to hide the tears in your eyes. “I just wish there was more we could do,” You sighed deeply before bringing a hand to your face.

“We did everything we could do. You know that,” Aaron whispered as he looked over at you. You glanced at him, noting that he was still looking at you. “It’s always hard to know how things like this play out.” He added as he reached out to hold your hand. The grip he had on your hand was firm, tight enough to let you know he was there.

“No, no I know… It just… Sucks… I couldn’t even imagine being in the position as those parents.” You shivered with your words. Aaron glanced at you. You wiped your cheeks and shook your head. “Sometimes I wonder why I’m still even in this occupation. You ever wonder that?” You asked as you looked up at him. Aaron’s jaw steeled as he kept his eyes on the road. “Because, like… To me… I don’t know… With all the shit we see… Sometimes I’d rather just stay home with Jack,” You concluded with another sigh. That time Aaron looked over at you with a certain sadness in his eyes.

“I understand.” Aaron nodded. You weren’t sure about his tone. Though there was some honesty, at the same time you picked some uncertainty. You knew how long he’d been in the BAU, and you knew it’d be an even longer time before he left. He’s seen some shit. And, well, been through a lot of it as well. He’d fallen victim to a number of unsubs and lost more than one thing.

“You’re bad at this.” You stared at him as you pressed your head into the headrest. Aaron had a sad smile grow across his lips before glancing at you.

“I’m just a sounding board.”

“But… But you’re also my boss… And my partner… You should be more than a sounding board, Aaron.” You pointed out as you sat up a bit. “I might take some time off. This case really… It’s really affecting me in a bad way.”

“I’m sure Jack would love that. And Jessica,” Aaron laughed sadly as he glanced at you. “I’m always here for you. You know that. And if you feel like you have to take some time off, then I’ll be by your side then too.” He glanced over at you. You swallowed roughly before nodding.

“I’ll have to tell my boss when we get back to the office,” you laughed lightly. Aaron returned the laughter and shook his head.

“Don’t worry. He already knows.”

Plus One

When Aaron had gotten home from the hospital, you made it a point to take as much time as needed off so you could help him. Part of you thought everyone just assumed you were the one to go to Aaron’s apartment to help him. Of course, it was a fair assumption.

It was a rough scene when you arrived at Aaron’s apartment. It was a mess, but you partly expected that. It was more of a cluttered mess, with Jack’s toys and Aaron’s files strewn around the place. Maybe you’d help the pair out by cleaning up a little bit for them, too.

Jack was with his Aunt Jessica for the time being. He didn’t need to be exposed to the injuries and pain his father was going through. It wasn’t fair to the young boy. Jack had already gone through so much… What, with losing his mother, and nearly losing his father?

You quietly brought your go bag and backpack up the stairs and towards Aaron’s room. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve spent the night at his house, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Although this time was different.

“What are you doing here?” Aaron asked as you entered his bedroom. You looked down at him with confusion and mild anger on your face.

“You… You had no one to take care of you,” You whispered as you looked at him. Aaron’s features softened slightly, but you could still see his own confusion and annoyance on his face. “What? With Jessica taking care of Jack, and the team off doing… team-y things… I figured I’d help,” you shrugged as you dropped your bags to the foot of Aaron’s bed.

“I don’t need anyone taking care of me. I can do it myself,” Aaron stubbornly refused your offer. Although it wasn’t an offer. You were determined to help him whether he wanted it or not.

“Don’t be silly, Aaron,” You crossed your arms over your chest as you stared at Aaron, “I’ll take care of you." You looked down at Aaron as he readjusted his position. You grimaced as Aaron winced from pain. You were quick to his side, trying to help. But it was clear Aaron didn’t want it. You’d be lying if you said his refusal hurt your heart.

“It’s rotten work,” Aaron said once he was finally in a comfortable position. You looked down at him, feeling your face fall slightly from a sudden sadness.

“Not to me… Not if it’s you,” You whispered softly before taking Aaron’s hand into yours. Aaron looked up at you, a certain pain in his eyes. You didn’t question it as you looked at him. “Please, Aaron… Let me help you… The team doesn’t need me right now. But you do,” You kept your voice low as you worried it’d crack.

Aaron looked back up at you, watching as tears fell from your eyes.

“I won’t be easy on you,” Aaron looked at you as he spoke. You smiled softly before nodding.

“That’s okay. I’ll help you. That’s why I’m here,” You nodded before you brought his hand to your lips. Your lips rested right on the back of Aaron’s hand as you stared at him. “Think of it as payback for all those times you’ve helped me. It’s only fair.”

{***}{***}{***}

Of course, you went into this thinking it’d be easy. You thought that Aaron would help you help him. The first day was easy. But the following days were rougher. You weren’t expecting Aaron to argue with you. It was a fight to try and convince him he needed help.

Like today, Aaron had to go to the bathroom. And when you went to help him, he fought. You loved him, that was why you were helping him. But he was beginning to test your limits.

“Please stop fighting me on this, Aaron. I know you know what’s best for you, and you know yourself better than I know you… But you have to take your medicine and get rest,” your voice wavered as you looked down at the man. Aaron looked up at you, a scowl on his face and a stone-cold glare in his eyes.

“I don’t need or want your help,” Aaron hissed as he pulled his arm from you. You stared at him, watching him wince as he adjusted the blanket over his legs.

“If that was the case then you would’ve pissed the bed,” you scoffed as you stared at him as you folded your arms across your chest. Aaron looked up at you, the hardness on his face softening a little bit. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me. But you made it very clear that you don’t.” You returned the glare before leaving his bedroom.

You quietly left the room, resigning to the living room where you had bedding set up on the couch. All of the belongings you had brought over were strewn across the coffee table. Various case files sat open, highlighters and pens sitting on them. They were files you were helping Aaron with so he wouldn’t fall behind workwise.

With a deep sigh, you sat on the couch, pulling a blanket around your body before you picked up a file. You worked in silence, but you were on high alert waiting for a call of help. But Aaron was stubborn, you knew there’d be no call.

You wished you could just help Aaron without the fight. It was exhausting for both you and Aaron. The days the team had off, a few of them would visit and help out with what they could. But Aaron still refused anyone’s help. You could tell that it was even frustrating for the team. And they could tell it was frustrating for you when you faked a smile as you exited Aaron’s room. You had nothing better to do than refuse their help when they offered.

You couldn’t help but let out deep, frustrated sighs as you continued to read over files. Some things didn’t make much sense, so when you needed help in that area, you would give a call to Emily or Penelope for the help. Thankfully they were able to quickly lend a hand.

Time was quick as it ticked by. You weren’t even sure what time you had started, but you knew it was late. Sleep would never find its way to you though. No you were too busy staying away, waiting for Aaron’s calls of help.

“You’re still working?” Aaron asked from behind you. That was when you finally looked up at the clock and saw that it was 3:30 in the morning. It was probably a good thing that Aaron came out at the time he did. You needed a long break, and some sleep.

You looked away from the file and over at Aaron. He stood a few feet away from the couch, his robe hanging off his frame as he stood. That reminded you that you really needed to change out of your day clothes and into your pajamas.

“Well when you’re the one who constantly works and you’re out sick… I’m the next best person since I know everything you do. So I figured…” You shrugged looking back down at the file on your lap and highlighter in hand. “And you wouldn’t let me help you.”

“That’s how you’re helping?” Aaron asked as he stepped around the couch to sit beside you. You looked up at him, watching him press a hand over his injuries.

“How else am I supposed to help?” you scoffed, looking over at Aaron again, “I mean, you know what’s best for you, Aaron. I’m just trying to help and follow what the doctors told you to do. You’re just too…” You let your words trail off, not finishing your thought. It wasn’t mean, you thought. But you didn’t want to take that chance.

“I…” Aaron started but failed when you cut him off.

“You almost died… Twice… All I want to do is help you. That’s all anyone wants to do, is help you.” Your voice broke off at the end. You had given up the fight. There was nothing left in you to keep going. So, you looked away from Aaron and tried to ignore the tears rolling down your cheeks.

Aaron silently reached out to hold your hand. You looked at him, your eyes wide as you stared.

“I’ve just never had help with…” Aaron’s words trailed off. You blinked slowly as you turned to face him more. You watched as he struggled to stand, and you could tell that he was trying to hide the real pain he was actually in.

“Come on.” He gently pulled your hand as he stood. You looked at him, your eyes wide and dewy. “The way you can help me is to lie in bed with me. You can keep working, or you can just lie beside me. That’s how you can help.”

“Aaron...”

“I don’t care what you have to say. You’re coming with me.” Aaron looked down at you with a furrowed brow. There was a certain softness to his features.

“Fine,” You whispered as you begrudgingly stood to your feet. Aaron looked over at you before taking the lead back into the bedroom. You were both quiet as you slipped into the bed.

“Will you rest now?” You looked over at him as he laid beside you. You were too focused on being annoyed and wanting to help him that you didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep. You didn’t know when, but he had also had an arm thrown over your body. Usually the roles were reversed. And you realized just how much you actually loved Aaron, even though he’s stubborn and hard-headed.

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Sugar, Honey, Ice and Tea - Matthew Tkachuk (14)

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He said with his whole chest HE TOOK MY GIRL OUT

What the fuck?! I’m not his girl????!! 

And then he just fucking ran away, typical fucking idiot bitch behavior 

I’m so annoyed. Has he said anything to you?

Like, honestly, this is such bullshit! Who does he think he is!? HIS GIRL FUCKIN REALLY????

Brady was definitely not going to love the string of texts you angrily sent him but you were far too irritated to care and lately, he was really the only person you could talk to about Matthew. 

Because of ‘less than ideal ice conditions’ you had another day off and you weren’t sure what to do with your free time but you were confident that it was going to involve alcohol. 

Whatever was going on between yourself and Matthew had presented itself in the form of a giant dumpster fire and you were going to need something stiff to really think through it. Not in the mood to socialize, you decided against texting a few of your friends to meet for brunch, instead going to the local liquor store and grabbing two bottles of your favorite red wine and a small container of Fireball. 

You were sure you were going to regret the Fireball because taking shots of cinnamon whiskey while drinking red wine was fucking disgusting, but whatever, treat yourself, right?

++

Drunk. Druuuuuuunk. You were fucking hammered. 

“Why the fuck hasn’t he texted back,” you mused, “what could he possibly be fucking doing?”

Entirely too intoxicated, and too impatient in general, you called Brady.

“Everything ok?” he answered immediately.

“Yeah, yeah I just want to know if Matty talked to you.”

“Matty? Fucking hell, have you been drinking?”

“No,” you lied, “I’ve never had a drink in my life.” 

“My god, you’re wasted. Are you at home?”

“Yep!”

“Good, stay there.”

You didn’t argue as he ended the call and you downed the rest of your glass of wine. Twenty minutes passed until someone was pounding on your door and you were far too inebriated to bother checking who was knocking. 

Regret set in as soon as you opened the door.

“Getting fucking hammered they day before work isn’t a good look,” Matthew pushed past you and barreled into your apartment, “time to sober up.”

“No.”

“No?”

“You fucking heard me, Matthew, no.”

“Brady told me you had a lot to drink but I obviously underestimated him.”

“I like Brady, he’s nice to me.”

Matthew’s frown slipped into a grin as you spoke about his brother, “You need to sleep.”

“It’s like, 4pm, I don’t need to sleep.”

“Whatever you say.”

He quietly let himself out of your apartment as you poured another glass of wine, but not before grabbing a bottle of water from your fridge and ibuprofen from your medicine cabinet and sitting them the side table next to your bed. 

++

You woke up with a pounding head and heavy limbs. The amount of alcohol you consumed the day before was insane and you couldn’t believe you were up. You hadn’t bothered with your phone at all after calling Brady the day before but now you were catching up on your messages. 

From Brady:

You’re fucking gone. I’m sending Matt to make sure you’re good.

Don’t get pissed at me for that.

Text me when you’re up again, want to make sure my future sister is stable.

From Matthew:

Text me when you wake up, I’m kind of worried about you.

Please text me as soon as you see this. Please.

You fired off a message to Brady, letting him know you were safe and healthy and only slightly hungover. The last part was a lie, you were incredibly hungover, but he didn’t need to know. You ignored Matthew’s messages and didn’t bother to respond. You weren’t sure if drunk-you was trying to look out for hungover-you but you were more than grateful for the bottle of water and ibuprofen sitting next to your bed. 

As you dressed for work, you downed as much water as you could and tried your hardest to not look how you felt, which was like you’d been hit by a semi truck. You would need an entire lake’s worth of water and even more caffeine to get through the day.

++

“You’re kidding me, is that 9x9 white lightening?”

“It might be…” you trailed off, taking a sip of your coffee. 

“Rough night?” 

“A little bit.” 

You dropped into a chair next to your coworker and tried to ignore her judgement of your highly caffeinated, incredibly sugary drink. The morning meeting was always boring but you had a feeling that today’s would be worse, given all the forces working against you. 

Just as you suspected, the morning meeting was uninteresting and as soon as you exited the conference room, refilling your water bottle was the number one priority. 

You weren’t paying attention to what was happening in front of you, instead keeping your eyes on your phone and heading to fill your bottle until you slammed into the hard chest of someone else.

“Jesus Christ,” you spat, irritated that someone got in your way, “watch where you’re going!”

“Take your own advice,” he responded, and you knew exactly who it was that you’d run into, “thanks for texting me back this morning. I even asked nicely.”

“Oh,” your cheeks reddened, “sorry, didn’t check my phone.”

Matthew rolled his eyes, “no need to lie to me. I talk to my brother.”

Oh. Well, you were definitely fucking caught.

“Sorry, sorry, I just, sorry.” 

You avoided making any further eye contact with him and hurried past, trying your damnedest to get as far away from him as you possibly could.

*

He would never admit to anyone that it hurt, but it definitely hurt. 

“Sorry, didn’t check my phone.”

She lied and that sucked. She had no problem updating Brady, a person she’d never even fucking met, but she couldn’t be bothered to keep him in the loop?

He was serious about moving on from whatever feelings he harbored toward her but it was difficult when she was standing in front of him, even if she was lying straight to his face. 

Matthew needed something temporary, a bandaid, to get him through the night and he knew exactly who the call. Eden would answer and she would be more than happy to the spend night in his bed. 

++

“You’ve been kind of weird lately,” she pressed a kiss to his Adam’s apple as she waited for his response. 

“Sorry,” Matthew tried, “i’ve been off my game.”

“I get it, pressure and all that,” Eden continued her trail of kisses down his neck and across his chest.

He should have loved it. He should have enjoyed her soft lips make their way down his neck to his hips but the only thing he could think about was not Eden. He let her continue, though, and made sure he didn’t say the wrong name when she sucked him off. 

It wasn’t until she was seated on his hips, sliding up and down his erection that he realized it wasn’t fun for him anymore. Sleeping with anyone he could bring home used to be exciting and fun and kind of mysterious but not anymore.

He felt bad about it, but all Matthew wanted was for her to finish and get out of his apartment. He didn’t even care if he found his own high, because honestly, the only person he wanted to help him spill over the edge was someone else. 

There was no more denying it, no more pushing his feelings aside as he slept with women that meant nothing to him. 

He had a small taste of her, in the drunken kiss she’d given him, but now he was sure he needed more. No, not needed, he had to have more. He had to have her entirely. 

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If you’re up for more of a series could you possibly write the part of Remus recovering at home after leaving the game (the one with the stick to the face) and Sirius having to take care of him and all that?

Yes, I can! I’m so glad you guys are enjoying the continuation of something I wrote so long ago <3 Side note: I would give my left foot to be part of the Lions groupchat. Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for bruises and blood

Sirius was worried. Even though Remus claimed he felt fine, he was just fine, everything was fine, a small seed of doubt lingered in the back of his mind. He had dozed off in the car on the way home—Sirius’ heart had stuttered for a moment before the swelling-enhanced snores started. His phone lit up every few seconds, but he didn’t dare take his eyes off the road for even a millisecond, just in case.

Remus woke when the car stopped and immediately winced. “What’s wrong?” Sirius asked, taking the hand that rested on his thigh.

“Just hurts.” Remus kissed his knuckles as best he could. His skin felt strange, and the edge of the tape was an unfamiliar sensation next to the softness of his lips. Sirius collected their gear from the trunk, then helped him up the front steps; just as he went to unlock the door, he felt Remus’ hand tighten on his forearm. “I hate not being able to see well.”

Sirius kissed his temple. “That’s what you’ve got me for.”

Hattie stopped in her tracks as soon as the door opened, and Remus frowned. “Hatters? Where are you, sweet girl?”

“She’s here.” Sirius whistled for her and crouched, setting their bags aside while Remus sat crosslegged on the floor and held his arms out. Hattie’s tail wagged low, almost as if she was afraid; she glanced up at Sirius, who tilted his head back toward Remus. “Go on, mon chou, he’s not going to break.”

“C’mere,” Remus said softly, shifting in her direction. “C’mere, babycakes. I need some cuddles right now—there we go. Okay, Hat Trick, okay.”

Sirius carefully closed the door as Hattie climbed into Remus’ lap and let him hug her, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Good girl,” Sirius said softly. A quiet sniffle led to a flinch. “Re? What’s wrong?”

“I fucking love our dog.” His voice sounded even more clogged than before.

“Are you alright?”

“It really hurts.” A shuddering breath made Hattie nuzzled closer. “Hey, good girl. I love you.”

Sirius sat down next to them and wrapped his arm around Remus’ shoulder, tracing a pattern with his thumb. “Deep breaths. You can take more Tylenol in a few hours. Let’s go get some ice, yeah?”

“Can I stay here with her?”

“Of course.” Sirius kissed the top of his head and gave Hattie a gentle pet before walking into the kitchen and grabbing an ice pack out of the freezer, as well as a towel to wrap it. The last thing Remus needed was a freezer-burned bruise. They were in the same position when he came back, though Remus raised his head from her thick fur when he heard him coming. “I’m going to put it on your face, okay?”

“Okay.” Remus sighed when the ice pressed against his eye and one hand came up to cradle Sirius’, running carefully down to his wrist. “Love you.”

“I love you, too. I was thinking about making some soup if you want to hang here for a bit.”

Remus nodded silently, though his lower lip wobbled in the one spot it wasn’t puffy. Sirius carefully transferred the ice pack to his hand and ran his thumbs over Remus’ cheekbones—usually they were sharp enough to cut glass, but now they were purple and overheated under his touch. He kissed each one before going back to the kitchen.

After grabbing some soup from the freezer and turning the stove on, he finally took his phone out. You Have: 20 New Messages

Message From: J ;)

Did you get home safe?

Call me when u can

Lil is worried ☹

Tell Re we send big hugs

 Message From: Tremz <3

Lmk when you get home

Leo is making soup for u

Bringing it over demain matin and won’t let us have any :(((

 Message From: Bliz

Nat sends her love for Re

Remember ice packs and NO IBUPROFEN DUMBASS

Ily

 Message From: Dumo

Sa mère est inquiète

Send text when home safe, love you

 Message From: Walkie Talkie :P

U okay? Sending lots of love

Lmk if you need soup or smth <3

 Message From: Hope <3

Thank you for the call honey <3

Tell Remus not to look at his phone and keep us updated please

Love you so much <3

 Message From: Baby Rookie

I’m bringing y’all soup and that’s a threat

NO IBUPROFEN OR I’LL TP UR HOUSE

Big hugs for Re <333

 Sirius laughed under his breath.

Message To: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

Home safe. Re is fine, getting lots of cuddles from Hattie. Thanks for the messages.

 He sent a few more texts to the individual people and, after a quick conversation with Hope, stirred the soup until it began to bubble. Remus entered the kitchen a few seconds after he took two bowls out of the cupboard. “Smells good.”

���It does. Are the lights bugging you?”

“Nah. At least I can see.”

Sirius poured out two portions and set one in front of Remus, handing him a spoon as well. “Careful, it’s hot.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Can’t cook it cold.”

Sirius’ phone began to ping several times in rapid succession and he turned the ringer off quickly, checking the screen to make sure there wasn’t an emergency. “Leo’s bringing us soup in the morning.”

“Neat. Is everyone else okay?” Remus blew the steam off his spoon.

“The guys are all worried about you.” Sirius glanced back up, only to see Remus staring down at his soup bowl, frozen in place. “Re? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Is this my mom’s?” he asked in a small voice.

Sirius wracked his brain. “…I think so? It was in the freezer. Is that okay?”

He nodded silently and a tear dripped down his cheek. “ ‘s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He reached across the counter and pressed Remus’ hand between his own, wiping his cheek dry.

“God, I miss them. You called her, right? To let her know I’m fine?”

“I did. She told me to give you something.”

Remus’ eyebrows drew together and he looked up. “What?”

Sirius scooted around the table and wrapped his arms around Remus, pulling him in for a tight hug and pressing his face into his curls. “This.”

“Thank you.” Remus went a little boneless against him. “I needed that.”

“I bet. Do you want me to give them another call so you can talk to her?”

Remus squinted at the clock. “It’s pretty late.”

“They’re still awake.”

“Could we?” Remus dug around in his pocket and handed it to Sirius, who dialed Hope’s number and put it on speakerphone.

The call connected on the first ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, mom.”

“Are you okay, love?” Hope sounded like she was on the verge of tears already. “You sound a little funny.”

“A little banged up, but I’m alright.” Remus gripped Sirius’ hand tightly. “We heated up the soup you left us.”

“Oh, I’m so glad. Have you taken any Tylenol? Ibuprofen is bad for bruises, but I don’t know how much pain you’re in.” Her voice hitched at the end of the sentence.

“Mom, it’s okay,” Remus said gently. “It’s okay, I promise I’m fine. It looked worse than it was.”

Looks pretty bad to me. “Hestia took really good care of him,” Sirius said instead. “We got home safe and we’re icing up now.”

“What’s the healing look like? Sirius said you didn’t have a concussion.”

Thank you, Remus mouthed before turning back to the phone. “About two weeks, mostly for the little scrapes.”

The ‘little scrapes’ were held together by strips of medical tape, but once again, Sirius kept his thoughts to himself. “The blood was just a regular old nosebleed and a cut on the lip.”

Hope paused and they heard a new voice in the background. “Alright. Is it okay if Jules and your father say goodnight?”

“Yeah, totally.” Remus sniffled and Sirius silently handed him a tissue.

The line crackled for a moment. “Re?”

“Hey, buddy!” All trace of pain and exhaustion disappeared from his voice. “How’s it going?”

“Are you still bleeding?”

“Nope, my nose is a-okay. I’ve got a pretty cool black eye, though. Kinda look like a pirate.”

“The announcers were saying you were really hurt.” Jules’ voice wavered and Sirius’ heart broke a bit.

“Well, they were wrong.” Remus leaned closer to the phone, as if he could reach right through it. “In two weeks I’ll be good as new. I was really lucky.”

“Okay,” Jules still sounded unsure. “Mom says I have to go to bed.”

“Yeah, it’s late, buddy. Sleep well. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

There was a rustling noise. “Remus?”

“Hey, dad.” The exhaustion returned and Sirius rubbed his back gently, letting him lean on his shoulder.

After a moment of hesitation, Lyall sighed. “Alright, they’re in the other room. What actually happened?”

“High stick from the Ravens caught me in the face. No concussion, just bruises and swelling.”

“Do I want to ask Sirius to send me a picture?”

Remus winced. “Probably not.”

He sighed again. “I’m sorry we can’t come out and see you.”

“Don’t worry about it, dad,” Remus said softly. “Really, I’m okay. It sucks, it hurts, I’ll ice it and be fine.”

“Sirius, are you there?”

“I’m here.”

“If he starts pulling some ‘go back to practice early’ bullshit—”

“Dad—”

“—don’t let him. If you have to lock him in the bathroom, I promise to cover for you.”

“Yes, sir,” Sirius laughed.

Lyall chuckled on the other end as Remus groaned. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. If Sirius locks me in a bathroom, I’m citing you in the court case.”

“There won’t be enough witnesses if he does it right. Sleep well, kiddo. Thanks for calling.”

“Love you,” Remus said again as the call ended. He blew out a long breath and leaned his forehead on Sirius’ chest. “Thank you for that.”

“Ne rien, mon loup. You should eat and then take a shower.”

“Are you saying I smell?” Remus teased.

“Yes, I am. I also think you’ll feel better if you do.”

They ate in silence; both were hungry, so it wasn’t long before Remus walked carefully up the stairs. Sirius checked the groupchat as he poured himself a third bowl of soup. You Have: 7 New Messages.

Message From: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

DETAILS CAP

That is the blandest fucking response I’ve ever read

I’m guessing y’all are alive then???

Y’all

Haha y’all

Ok gator boy

Give Hattie lots of kisses from us and also GIVE US DETAILS

 Message To: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

What do you want to know??? We got home, ate soup, called parents, and now Re is showering

You’re so fucking nosy jfc

Also cut Rookie some slack it’s hard being so far from his swamp

 Message From: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

From the bottom of my heart, go fuck yourself.

He doesn’t have to he has Remus

Pots I’m going to remove your kneecaps

 Sirius paused just before responding. Despite the quiet of the house, he couldn’t hear the shower running. “Re?”

“Up here.”

“Did you take a shower already?”

“Not yet.”

The bathroom door was ajar and the light was on when he entered their bedroom; Remus stood at the sink, staring into the mirror as he felt along the edges of the butterfly tape at his lip. “Did something happen?”

“It’s worse than I thought.” Sirius stepped inside and joined him, staring at their reflections. The stripes that marked the stick’s edges had turned almost indigo since they left the rink; no less than six pieces of tape decorated the places between mottled bruises. Remus reached up to touch his cheekbone and Sirius guided his hand back down.

“Poking it won’t help.”

“Two weeks, huh?”

“That’s what Hestia told me.”

“Will you help me get the tape off?”

Sirius patted the edge of the counter and Remus pushed himself up on it, leaning forward for easy access. The first one was easy—a small cut just below his brow. It slid away without an issue and Sirius pressed a gentle kiss to the spot, then moved on to the next one. They fell into a rhythm—one side, second side, slow pull, and a kiss, until only two were left.

Remus hissed in pain as he lifted the edge of the tape across the bridge of his nose and Sirius shushed him softly, moving to the other side. “Two more, sweetheart.”

“Just rip it off.”

Sirius gave him a look. “Absolutely not.”

“I’ll do it.”

“No, you won’t, because that would be a stupid idea.”

Remus huffed, but didn’t protest. His jaw ticked as Sirius pulled the last bit off. “Can we leave the lip one?”

“Not unless you want an infection.”

“You’d be a good PT.”

“I would be the worst PT.” Sirius worked the inner edge free. “I know, like, ten stretches and basic first aid. My bedside manner sucks, too, and I’d pass the fuck out if someone asked me to set a bone for them.”

“Good points all around,” Remus laughed.

The motion pulled the last of the tape off and Sirius held it up with a grin. “All done. Hey, your swelling is down. I can see your eyes now.”

The slight gleam of amber brightened as Remus smiled. “I thought I could see a little better.”

“Do you want company?”

Remus thought for a moment, prodding the cut on his lip with his tongue. “As much as I’d love to invite you in, I think I need a second to myself.”

“Cool.” Sirius kissed his cheek and stepped out of the bathroom. “Yell if you need anything. I’ll be in bed.”

He made a pit stop downstairs to gather Hattie and bring Remus’ ice pack up, and by the time he finally slid between the sheets it was nearly midnight. Remus came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, looking happier but still incredibly worn out. He took another Tylenol and snuggled up against Sirius’ side with a quiet hum, laying the ice pack over his face once again.

“Sleep tight, Re.”

“Love you.”

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Ateez: GF Having PMS

PMS: Pre-menstrual syndrome. Aka, those 1-2 weeks before a girl gets her period, they have symptoms like acne, bloating, cramps, food cravings, fatigue, increased sexual libido, mood swings, tender breasts and irritability among other things. It's not actually when you are on your period, for those of you who don't know. Also girls: it's totally normal and don't feel bad about any of these symptoms or talking about them ♡♡♡♡

Kim Hongjoong:

Hongjoong didn't know what was going on with you. One minute you're happy and wanting to cuddle, and then a minute later you're mad for no reason. It was making him angry honestly. You two have been dating for almost a month, he thought you were past the push and pull game already.

"What is wrong with you Y/N?!" He blurted out one day when your mood swings were too much.

He felt really bad when you started crying though.

"I'm sorry... it's not your fault. I get like this when I'm PMSing and I don't even notice...I'm sorry." You said while wiping tears out of your face.

Now it clicked in his brain and he felt even more bad. Carefully he sat down next to you and rubbed your back.

"Hey it's ok, don't worry. I didn't mean to raise my voice at you, so I'm sorry for that."

He pulled you into a hug and just held you there till you stopped crying.

"Better now?" He asked once you calmed down to which you nodded.

"Good. Now do you wanna go get ice cream?"

He got better at dealing with your mood swings every time they happened. He learned to back off when you were irritated and to hold you when you were sad.

Park Seonghwa:

Technically you weren't on your period, but for some reason you only got cramps during PMS and they were horrible.

All Seonghwa heard was "cramps" and he was very much on it. He ran out the door to the nearest store, bought a heating pad, bought chamomile tea to make for you, ibuprofen for the pain and even picked up a cute teddy bear for you.

So then Seonghwa handed you the bear while he placed the the heating pad on your tummy and gave you a glass of water for you to take one of the pills. The tea was already being brewed in the kitchen. Making sure it wasn't too hot to burn you, he took it to you and insisted on helping you sip on it.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asked you with a lot of tenderness.

You nodded and smiled at him. "Yes I am. Thank you, you're the perfect boyfriend."

You asked him to cuddle with you, which he was happy to oblige. However he made sure not to squeeze you too hard, worried that he might accidentally put pressure on your tummy and make your cramps worse.

Jeong Yunho:

You were fatigued, just laying on your bed, blankets covering you. It was well past 11 a.m and you still didn't feel the energy to get up. Your plan was to lay in bed for the whole day, or if you had to get up, do very minimal activity.

Suddenly a loud door slamming open and a loud:

"Honey! I'm home!!"

Yunho's energetic voice resonated through the house.

"Baby?! Where are you?!" He asked loudly.

You groaned, unable to even tell him where you were.

"There you are! So I got the day off and I thought we could- is something wrong?" He was worried when he saw your low state.

"I'm just really tired that's all. I don't feel like getting out of bed." You responded.

He was really worried though, wondering if you were sick or something. That's when you explained you just had fatigue due to PMS and just wanted rest.

"I'm sorry we can't go out like you wanted to."

"No! It's ok. We can just stay indoors and watch movies all day long. I'm always in a cuddling mood you know." He said as he joined you on the bed and wrapped his arms around you.

Kang Yeosang:

Movie nights with your boyfriend were a regular occurrence. You guys rarely payed attention to the movie, you both ended up talking very comfortably to each other. This particular night, your PMS symptom of tender breasts was acting up more than normal. Usually, you could go about your day without it bothering you, tonight it was too much though. And unconsciously your hands went in your shirt, kneading at them.

"Uh.....what are you doing?" Yeosang's voice snapped you back to reality.

"Oh.....my boobs are sore." You simply answered.

Yeosang just nodded like he understood and just looked back at the tv as he sipped on his apple juice. Wanting to mess with him a bit, you asked:

"Want to help me out?"

The juice box suddenly flattened as he sucked in all of the juice, flustered at your question. He looked at you with a look that asked "seriously?" You simply pouted at him.

"Ok." He shrugged and put his juice down.

"Wait what?" It was now your turn to be flustered.

Choi San:

Days leading up to your period were super annoying. Not only did you get killer headaches randomly, but your body decides to bloat out of nowhere and so the jeans that fit you perfectly yesterday now couldn't zip up.

"Oh fuck off!" You huffed out when the zipper ended up breaking from you pulling on it so much.

"I didn't even do anything??" San's voice from the bedroom reminded you that you weren't alone.

"Not you! I was talking about my jeans!" You explained.

"Why what's wrong?" He asked.

"They don't fit and the zipper broke." You whined.

San came inside the bathroom, seeing what the problem was.

"They fit fine yesterday?" He was confused about what happened.

And so a mini lesson on your body changes during PMS ensued. San ate up all the information for next time.

"Why don't I just buy you stretchy pants so you're more comfortable?" He suggested.

"Aww that's so nice of you." You awed at his kind gesture.

"But between you and me, I'd rather have you with no pants on." He winked at you.

You grabbed a towel and threw it at him.

"Choi San! Now you fuck off!"

Song Mingi:

You were avoiding seeing your boyfriend for the past 2 days, feeling embarrassing about the tiny breakouts that popped out on your cheeks. You didn't like looking at them and hated if anyone saw you like that. But Mingi was clingy and couldn't go one day without seeing you and so one day you were startled when he tapped on your bedroom window and then proceeded to crawl his way in.

"What are you doing here?!" You screeched as you covered your face with the blanket.

"I needed to make sure you weren't dead or kidnapped!" He responded as he got up from the floor.

He looked at your weird position and asked what it was about, and you refused to answer. Mingi just strode over to you and pulled the blanket off you.

"Don't! I look horrible!" You tried reaching for something else to cover up.

"You look fine. What are you talking about?" He was genuine confused what you meant.

"No I don't! Look at this! Stupid breakouts! I hate it!" You crossed your arms and looked down.

Mingi's heart dropped at your words.

"Honey listen.." He sat down next to you and held your hand. "Those things are totally normal. Everyone gets them once in a while, so don't feel bad. You're still beautiful no matter what."

He smiled brightly at you, hoping to cheer you up. You smiled back and didn't feel so self conscious about it anymore.

Jung Wooyoung:

Wooyoung honestly loved annoying you with his love. Usually you were very patient with him, except when you were PMSing, then you were irritable almost every day and had no patience for anyone, including him. If you think that'd stop him and leave you alone, you're wrong. That's when he likes annoying you the most. He thinks you look like cute whenever you yell at him to stop or to leave you alone.

"Who's the cutest kitten here?" He said in a sing song voice as he ruffled your hair.

"Stooop!" You whined out, getting annoyed.

"Oooh feisty kitten! Maybe if I tickle your-"

"Noooo!" You moved away from him when he tried to touch your face.

"Y/N baby.." He continued.

"Go away!" You swatted his hand away and marched to the bathroom to cool off for a little bit.

Wooyoung laughed at you stomping away in annoyance.

"One day she might actually kill you." Yeosang pointed out.

"Nah she won't, she loves me too much. Besides, isn't she hot when she's angry?" Wooyoung said.

"I seriously hold onto my theory that you're a masochist and a weirdo." Yeosang shook his head.

Choi Jongho:

Honestly you felt blessed that your only PMS symptom was weird cravings that turned you into a foodie. You had heard horror stories from your friends about how their PMS was unbearable, so you considered yourself lucky. In fact, sometimes you even forgot it was a PMS symptom.

Jongho never noticed anything unusual about your cravings, thinking you were hungry or something, until you pulled out a really weird combination that seemed to last days.

"You're eating that again?" He asked as he stared at the food in front of you.

"Yeah. I've been really craving it recently."

Jongho's heart stopped for a moment, panic rushing through him.

"Oh my God! I think I got you pregnant!" He exclaimed, his hands going to his head.

You bursted out laughing at that.

"What? No you didn't you silly goose." It was so amusing to you that he came to that conclusion.

"Then how else do you explain it?!" You honestly felt bad at how he was freaking out.

Pulling out a chair, you gestured for him to sit on it.

"Make yourself comfortable Jongho. Time for a little biology lesson."

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[ravenluvsppnbc]

BECHLOE WEEK- DAY TWO

today’s prompt was, “one bed” so here’s this. please enjoy. also on ao3 :)

“Beca Mitchell groaned. Her phone screen brightened her whole room. It displayed a time as early as… she couldn’t even come up with a snarky analogy. It was so early. She looked at the ceiling and heard nothing. The house was always so quiet at this hour, and she’d be one to judge. During her sophomore year at Barden, they decided to buy a house for the group. Beca chose the bedroom in the basement, due to her reclusive tendencies. She sometimes cursed herself for this choice, as she could hear everything from there—people walking around, whenever the toilet flushed or the shower was turned on. Some of the vents even led to the basement, but that meant Beca got great gossip.

She starred for minutes that felt like hours, until finally deciding that she was thirsty. She pursed her lips, shutting her eyes as she let out a deep sigh. There was water on the floor. Ew. She rushed to the light. It felt like she was swimming. Gross. She was immediately repulsed by the sight—maybe two inches of water covering the floor of the basement. 

“Shit.” She mumbled, trying to quietly move some of her stuff. She piled her laptop, cords, headphones, and books onto her bed, in attempt to stop the water from getting to them. She gathered some keepsakes, though she wasn’t super sentimental, and threw them onto the pile.

She didn’t realize the noise she must’ve been making. Quite a ruckus, actually. She didn’t hear the basement door open, but she found herself shocked when a sleepy Chloe started walking through the water. “Ew. What happened?” Chloe asked, entering Beca’s bedroom which now looked more like a pool.

“The storm last night. The water thing, must’ve not been working.” Beca mumbles, remembering the thunderstorm that put her to sleep a few hours ago.

“Do you want me to help you get your stuff?” Chloe asked, tiptoeing over to Beca.

“Um. I think I got most of it. Most of this shit,” Beca whispered, pointing to the items and clothes that were still on the floor or in the water, “Will probably dry eventually.”

“Oh! Does this mean fun-Beca-Chloe-sleepover-time?!” Chloe said, jumping up and down. The water splashed them both, which made Chloe giggle.

“Gonna be a long ass sleepover.” Beca mumbled, realizing that the basement would take a few weeks to be fixed. Chloe had no problem with this, of course. Chloe had a massive crush on the younger brunette. Everyone knew this, including Beca, who may have thought it was a joke for the group. But it definitely wasn’t a joke.

“Oh this is gonna be so fun!” Chloe exclaimed, pulling Beca up the basement stairs. “We can do each other’s nails and eat popcorn! Oh! And gossip!”

“Chloe. Sorry to interrupt your teenage fantasy but it is four in the morning. Sleepover shit happens tomorrow. I need sleep.” Beca says as they enter Chloe’s bedroom.

“Oh sorry. Definitely. But you can’t avoid it tomorrow. Here, you can sleep on this side.” Chloe whispered, trying not to wake the others. Beca looked around the room. It was painted a shade of navy blue that screamed ‘Chloe.’ The bedsheets had little flowers on them, and the wall beside Chloe’s bed had a few little butterflies taped to the wall. Chloe’s room matched her perfectly. Pretty, positive.

Beca pulled the covers up, and then over herself as she slid into the bed. Chloe flicked the light off, and followed Beca into the bed. She laid still as Beca fumbled with the blankets, tossing and turning. That first night was weird, for both of the girls. Beca, faced the wall. She was awkward, but appreciative.

Chloe didn’t know what to do. The girl beside her kept her awake. Just thinking. Chloe couldn’t help but imagine being with the girl, not just in presence, but being with as in ‘together.’ She always tried to snap herself out of these thoughts, but now, with the girl she desired so close to her, she couldn’t. She desperately wanted to curl up next to the other girl, or comb her fingers through her shiny hair. But she was conflicted. Beca didn’t seem in the mood. Maybe Beca didn’t like that kind of attention. Chloe was still trying to figure Beca out, but she couldn’t. Nobody could. Chloe decided, after what felt like hours of contemplating, that Beca wasn’t into her. Her face sunk as she let out a sigh. 

The second night was just as weird. 

The third night, as Chloe would say, was when things got interesting. Beca had come home late, when Chloe was already in bed. But she immediately became energized when Beca entered her bedroom—not just because the light had been flicked on, but also because Beca was almost in tears. It had not been a good day. 

Beca explained that there really hadn’t been a particular reason why. “Sometimes you just wake up and you exist, and then the day sucks. And you can’t snap out of it.” Chloe immediately knew what Beca meant. Some days just kill you for existing. 

“I’m sorry you exist, but a lot of people would be upset if you didn’t.” Chloe whispered, attempting to comfort the other girl. They both start laughing, despite the late hour. 

“Thanks.” Beca says, moving onto the bed. “It’s just been a weird day. I woke up. All good. I leave the house. All good. I got a major headache after my first class. Still have that-”

“Oh. Still headache?” Chloe exclaimed, jumping out of bed. She ran for her bathroom, grabbing the ibuprofen from the cabinet. “Here. Okay continue.”

“Thanks,” Beca mumbled, swallowing the pills as Chloe began to massage her shoulders. “Oh my gosh. That’s so nice. You must have nice hands. That was weird, I’m sorry. So anyways-”

Chloe blushed at the comment, but brushed it off, still listening about Beca’s shitty day.

“And that’s when it hit me that the day was just really not gonna be good. Like I can’t come back from spilling coffee on my pants. I looked like I pissed myself until they dried.” Beca explained, causing an eruption of laughter from Chloe.

After a much needed massage and conversation about bad days, Beca was finally feeling better. She changed out of coffee pants and into a pair of Chloe’s pajamas, which consisted of a huge t-shirt with the phrase, “ACA-AWESOME” on it, and a pair of shorts.

Chloe was a little touchy that night. Beca had a bad day, cuddles were definitely in order. Shockingly to both of them, Beca wasn’t repulsed by the action. Beca usually wasn’t a fan of affection or touching, but it made her feel better.  

The night after, Chloe only draped an arm across Beca’s back. Beca found herself strangely disappointed by the lack of affection.

So. On the sixth night, Beca slept in the middle of the bed. 

The seventh night, Chloe kissed her. She couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t keep this to herself any longer. It was dark and quiet. Chloe had just turned out the light, when she leaned over to Beca’s side of the bed.

Beca felt butterflies, like the ones on the wall behind her, fluttering in her stomach as Chloe’s chaste lips hit hers. It was a quick peck. Chloe pulled away, looking for a repulsed expression, listening for a scoff. But she couldn’t see, and Beca didn’t make a sound. Until she did.

“Could you do that again?” Beca asked, resting her head onto her hand. 

“Again?”

“Yes. I believe there was a kiss between us a moment ago, and I’d like that to happen again.”

“You are so weird. But I’d also really like it to happen again.” Chloe said, flipping the light back on. It happens again, only this time, Beca pulls Chloe closer.

“Just to be clear,” Chloe states in between kisses, “This is not, I’m straight and I sometimes kiss girls, right? This is an, I like you, kiss?”

“This is the, I like you, kiss, babe.” Beca says, chuckling.

“Babe?” Chloe says, chuckling at the nickname.

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” Beca says, giggling, before falling asleep in Chloe’s arms.”

[sweatersstyles]

my only angel

 super fluffy harry taking care of you during your period!

tiny mention of mustache!harry and italy!harry towards the end (just the outfit he was wearing in the most recent pictures for reference)

word count: 2,383

@geoffwittek is an angel for being my beta reader and putting up with all my technical problems today haha 

tw: blood mention // tw: pills (ibuprofen) 

// 

It had been a restless night for you.

Harry, like always, had slept peacefully next to you.

Around 6 a.m., you got up to go to the bathroom only to discover the reason for your restless night. The cramps should have been a sign, but if they weren't, the blood on your underwear now confirmed it.

You quickly finished up and ran back to the bed. Thank goodness nothing had leaked through to the sheets or blankets on your side. Not that Harry would be upset, but you would have felt guilty.

Harry stirs slightly, "Y'okay, bub?"

"Yeah, H. I'm fine. Just got too hot and can't fall back asleep. I'm gonna take a shower, okay? I'm alright." He nods and his eyes flutter closed again.

You quickly gather a change of clothes, careful not to make too much noise. Oversized t-shirt, new underwear, comfy shorts, and fuzzy socks. Your go-to comfort outfit.

The hot water fills the small bathroom with steam quickly. At the last minute you decide to light the vanilla candle, knowing it's one of Harry's favorite scents.

Right after you step in and close the curtain, you hear the squeak of the door.

"Baby? You sure you're alright? Oh.." His voice is still somewhat heavy with sleep. You know by the way his voice dropped that he saw the bloody clothes.

"I'm okay, really. I'm sorry I woke you. I'll be out soon." Your voice echoes faintly off the tiles.

"No worries. You need anything? I can run to the 24 hour shop on the corner?"

"No, no I have everything I need. Go back to bed, babe." You poke your head around the curtain and give him a tired smile to reassure him.

"Alright. Just shout if you change your mind or need me."

You take your time, hoping that Harry actually listened to you and laid back down for more rest. Knowing him though, he had already taken the clothes and thrown them in the washing machine for you. He was most likely searching for your heating pad and making sure he had enough ibuprofen on hand for you for the next week. Harry had become a pro at taking care of you when you needed it.

Your suspicions were correct. The clothes were gone and after dressing quickly and running a comb through your hair, you find Harry fiddling with the cords of the heating pad, trying to untangle them.

"Here, plug this in on your side. There's an outlet behind the-"

"Harry, I know where the outlet is, angel. I don't need that right now. The cramps aren't that bad."

The look of sleepy confusion he gives you almost makes you laugh out loud, but you're able to stop yourself so you don't hurt his feelings. He's being so sweet trying to take care of you.

"I'll leave it on my side just in case I need it, alright?" You take it from him and finally convince him to lay back down.

But your body decides to betray you as you're getting comfortable in bed. A particularly intense cramp hits and you're thankful the light is still off so Harry doesn't see the wave of pain cross your face. Unfortunately, you can't stop the wince that escapes your lips.

"That's it, here," he sits up and grabs the bottle of ibuprofen that you're sure he snuck in the kitchen and grabbed from the medicine cabinet while you were still in the bathroom, "There's no point in trying to be brave. You need this. Take it."

He shakes out two of the small, round orange pills into his hand and extends them out to you, "Hold these. I'll go get you some water."

He's up before you can stop him. His feet shuffle across the carpet and he makes it to the doorway, "Harry, no.." emotion hits you out of nowhere and you feel hot tears starting to form. You feel so ashamed and embarrassed for letting yourself get so overwhelmed so quickly.

He's back to your side in a second, "I didn't mean to upset you I just..if you won't use the heating pad and you won't take something for pain..how am I supposed to help you through this, honey?"

You know if you can just get comfortable enough to fall asleep for a while, things will be better.

You both sit in awkward silence for what seems like ages, just the sound of your soft sobs and the feel of his warm hands soothing up and down your arm, trying to console you. Finally, he breaks the silence, "Tell me what y'need, love. I'll do anything to help."

"Want you," it seems so childish, and you know you'll hate yourself later for being so needy, "Just want you to hold me, H."

"Alright, I can do that. But you gotta let me do my job and take care of you first, deal? Two of these and some water and I'm all yours."

You nod an agreement and Harry squeezes your shoulder before disappearing to the kitchen and coming back with a glass of water, "Here, the bottle says you can have 2."

The pills go down easily and your reward is a "good girl" praise from Harry.

A shiver rolls over your body, "You cold, lovie? You want an extra blanket or a hoodie?"

"Hoodie. One of yours?" You hate the neediness in your voice but all you want right now is comfort so you let the wants and needs overtake your guilt. You could hate yourself for it later.

"Of course, bub. Be right back," You shiver again but he's only gone for a second before he's back, "C'mon, arms up. There ya go. Comfy?"

You nod again. Exhaustion is starting to set in. Warm arms wrap around you and you fall into them, the two of you adjusting until you're settled back down.

The arms tighten their grip slightly. Just enough to pull you closer. He moves one hand to cradle behind your head, in your hair. The other arm draped over you with his hand firmly on the small of your back. The tips of his fingers softly move over your scalp and through your hair and you're grateful for the touch. It's another want you were too tired to express.

He kisses your forehead and mumbles a sleepy "love you" in your ear before you both drift off.

//

When you wake a few hours later, there's an emptiness to the bed. You're still surrounded by warmth, but you quickly realize it’s not Harry.

Pillows. He had replaced himself with pillows. One under your side and one pressed firmly against your back. As if they could ever be a replacement for his softness.

Faint noise can be heard in another part of the space you share. After a quick trip to the bathroom, you discover the noise coming from the kitchen.

Harry stands over the stove, his back is to you but you can tell he's stirring something, "Harry?"

"Hey! There's my sleepy girl," He crosses the kitchen in a few steps to meet you, "I was hoping you would sleep a little longer so I could surprise you with lunch."

He envelopes you in an embrace so deep you fight not to cry again. You've never had someone love you as much as he loves you. Any touch from him reassures you and reminds you of that. It had been a source of frustration for him in the beginning of your relationship, getting you to accept and learn that you deserve the love he continuously showered you with. You still had days where it was hard, today was one of them.

You hide your face in his chest and just let him hold you. He kisses the top of your head and then loops one of his long fingers under your chin, pulling your gaze back up to his, "How's your tummy feel? Any better?"

His hand rests on your hip and rubs small circles on your side. You notice the absence of rings and fingernail polish today. It feels so strange and foreign but it only means he feels comfortable enough with you to leave them plain and untouched.

"Better."

"Good. You hungry? I attempted to make mac and cheese for you. The white cheddar kind you love so much."

You don't have the heart to tell him no, he's so proud of himself, "Yeah. Sounds good."

//

After lunch, you both sprawl out on the couch in front of the tv, Harry flipping through the channels until he lands on one of those cheesy romance movies he knows you're secretly obsessed with.

He sits opposite you, your head propped up on throw pillows, your feet stretched out into his lap. His hand smooths up and down your leg, eyes still focused on the tv. He won't admit it, but he gets just as sucked into these movies as you do. You don't even think he realizes what his hands are doing, it's just second nature at this point for him to be touching you in some way.

When the movie takes a sad turn, you find yourself wiping your eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie you're still wrapped in.

"Angel." His voice is soft, almost a whisper, but it's loud enough to make your head turn towards him to see he's gesturing for you to join him on his side of the couch. You shift around, head falling into his lap, his fingers running through your hair.

Normally he would tease you about getting so emotional over these movies, an elbow nudged playfully into your side until you look at him and both fall into a fit of giggles about how silly it was. He doesn't do that now, just watches you for a minute, thumb swiping away tears, "What part made you so sad, baby?"

"She lost her husband. He was just gone and I..I know you're not my husband but, you're mine and I couldn't imagine losing you like that." The tears are free flowing now, the thought a vivid image in your mind because of the scene that just played.

"Oh, lovie. You're not gonna lose me. Not anytime soon, anyway. And definitely not like what happened in the movie. Was a little ridiculous how he just.."

You cut him off with a kiss, sitting up to press your lips tenderly into his. He leans into it, a hand slipping behind your neck to gently push you into a more upright position in his lap, pressing slightly firmer before pulling away, "What was that for?"

"Just a thank you for taking such good care of me, being so good to me. The clothes and the food..this."

"You're welcome, this is my favorite part. Seeing you all soft and emotional. I don't always get to see that side of you, you hide it so well. Clothes are fine, by the way, I pulled them out of the dryer earlier. I put them away for you."

He chuckles, "Was so anxious I might wake you up with that squeaky drawer of yours. You looked so sweet, face smushed against my pillow."

"Oh no, H. I was probably snoring! I don't know how you stand to sleep with me." You bury your face in your hands so he doesn't see the deep shade of crimson spreading across your face.

"Hey, none of that now." He pulls one hand away from your face, bringing it down to settle on his chest, "But yes, you were. It was incredibly adorable."

He kisses your forehead, pausing there for a moment longer than he ordinarily would.

"Hmm, that feels nice. Do that again, made my head feel better."

"Yeah? Your head aching, darling?" Warm fingers move across your face, his thumb landing on a spot right between your eyebrows, "Here?"

You nod, leaning in to his touch, a contented sigh slipping from your mouth.

"Was thinking about what we should do for dinner, if you feel up to going out."

"Mhmm, what were you thinking?" You're still floating, absorbing every bit of his touch.

"Thought we could try that new Italian place up the street, the one that just opened across from the bakery with those cookies you love so much. We could go there after. Or we could get dessert from the restaurant..they had a nice selection. I looked at the menu online while you were distracted by the movie. We could also get it as takeaway or have it delivered if you'd rather. It's up to you."

"Let's go there. Wanna see you all dressed up." You open your eyes, hands drifting to his jaw, then up to cradle his cheeks. Thumbs smoothing over the mustache covering his upper lip.

"Yeah? Like it when I get all pretty for you, huh?" A smug smile brightens his whole face.

"Mhmm." Your teeth sweep your bottom lip into your mouth, unable to stop the smile that flashes across your own face.

"Alright then, love. You're the boss. Be ready in 30, yeah?"

//

30 minutes turned into 45 and he impatiently watches you, leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. He's selected a simple black, short sleeve button down shirt. He’s left a few buttons undone, pairing it with bright linen pants. A silver cross necklace shines against his tan skin.

"Just a second, can't get this curl to cooperate." You twist it in your fingers, trying to make it settle in with the others framing your face.

You're considering turning the curling iron back on to run through it again, when he lifts himself from the door frame and slowly steps behind you, eyes never straying from your reflection in the mirror. They sweep over you, taking in every inch of your curves, the soft flowy fabric of your dress hugging all the right features. One hand rests on your hip, while the other brushes your hair back away from your neck. He places a kiss to your exposed shoulder, then up to dip into the curve of your neck.

"Better hurry, baby," his eyes dart up to meet yours in the mirror, "I might not make it to the restaurant before I want dessert."

[oh-for-fic-sake]

If They Get Married I'd Be Your Uncle

Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, flirting, Bruce is frustrated

A/n:So been in a dc mood today and couldn’t get this out of my head i really hope you enjoy it xx

Bruce meets you when you both get called into the school and instantly wants you to himself.

If They Get Married I'd Be Your Uncle.

You grumbled as you walked up to the pretentious school pissed that it wasn't near any bus routes, cos these type of people don't use that sort of thing. The walk was long and arduous especially after the 10 hour shift you just finished cos some stupid little twat decided he didn't feel like coming in today and called in 'sick' at the last minute even tho you heard his giggling girlfriend in the back ground. Sighing you pulled out your hair tie slapping it up into a neater messy bun as you made your way into the school reception stopping ,you raised an eyebrow at the receptionist as she gave you a side glance pretending not to notice you. You looked up to the ceiling praying for some restraint because you'd had just about as much as you could take today and didn't need the snobby attitude of these people. After a few moments you looked at her.

"Excuse me I'm here to see Mr Koleman I'm running a bit late so could you sign me in?" you said as calm as possible she rolled her eyes.

"Mr Kolman doesnt take personal meetings on the school grounds" she said snidely dismissing you , you growled at the implication.

"I'm Jack Cookes sister you phoned me earlier?"

"oh? you have an appointment?" she said. you grit your teeth.

"Trust me if I didnt I wouldnt be here" she gave you the once over then reached a perfectly manicured hand beside her screen lifiting a clip board

" and your Mrs?" you shook your head

"Miss Cooke with an e" a chuckle and whispers rippled through the office as she checked you in and handing you a visitors pass. You snatched it and made your way down to the hall to a mini reception outside the principles office. As you opened the door you spotted your little brother supporting a bloody nose ,cut cheek and eyebrow. Ignoring everyone you ran across the room stopping before him and his best friend.

"Oh for fuck sake Jack, here let me look" you said tilting his face this way and that you looked beside him swivling on your feet pulling the boys face up.

"Damien are you ok- seriously you to?" you cut yourself off seeing a dark bruise on the boys jaw you tutted rummaging through your bag pulling out a pack of ibuprofen and small bottle of water passing it to them both.

"here take these" stopping as the principles secretary snapped at you.

"Miss! you cannot give medication to other student's god knows what they are!!" you rolled your eyes giving the sleeve of tablets to Jack who then popped out two and gave them to Damien before taking his own.

"Happy?" you quipped at her with an innocent smile then turned to Jack

"Jack please please tell me you still have all your teeth" he smiled showing a full set then looked at Damien who copied. You sighed in relief smoothing both boys hairs then placed a kiss on each of their heads. You continued coddling them unaware of the man behind you watching shocked as damien sat still letting you fuss over him. Bruce didnt know you from adam but damien apparently did

"Was it them again? I told you if your gonna retaliate keep it off campus!" you said kneeling in front of them hand on either boys knee.

"We didn't start it." your brother stated and you believed him , he and Damien get themselves into trouble I mean there a couple of teenage boys there bound to act up but he doesn't just 'verbally disrespect people and attack other students' as the teacher on the phone had put it.

"Ok what happened?" you asked they both looked down Damien spoke up first

"They started calling us names again, kyle tripped and blamed Jack for it getting him told off so i called Kyle out on it then they started calling us names again we told Mrs Hatt and she laughed saying sticks and stones" . Jack continued

"So I called her a drunk fat bitch who was at best a fucking baby sitter, kyle slammed my head into the desk for it cos he's a little ass lick." you sighed as Damien took over

"SoIi punched kyle in the face knocking him on his ass and Clarence hit me and Jack headbutted him then we were pulled apart"

"yeah were did you learn to punch like that? he went down like a sack of shit" Jack asked laughing damien joined him laughing you deadpanned as they high five'd one another.

"Ok guys thats neither here nor there the point is your teacher sat back and watched?" they nodded there teacher seemed to have a problem with your brother due to your social class, he'd been accepted as part of a new law that all private schools must accept a certain number of full scholarship students to give everyone 'an equal opportunity' you'd been complaining to the school about the bullying and the teachers attitude but nothing has been one it seems.

"So you didn't hit them first?" you asked Damien shook his head at you. you believed them they were good kids.

"Good but you know fighting isn't the answer right?" they shook their heads you stood up fully taking a seat beside them.

"Damien thank you for helping him and Jack fuck sake don't you know headbutting hurts you more than the other guy. I'm sorry this is still happening guys but I'm gonna take care of it ok? trust me?" they both nodded at you still looking a little sorry for themselves you swung around in your seat only now seeing Bruce sitting opposite you.

"Bruce Wayne, you must be Jacks sister Y/n was it?" you nodded as his hand devoured your in a hand shake.

"Yep that's me. sorry your boy got dragged into this" he chuckled waving it off

"He will always find trouble at least this time its for sticking up for his friend, im glad to finally have a face to put to the name they talk about you alot" you nodded at that couldn't help your breathing hitch slightly at his smile his eyes seemed to burn into you analyzing you. You flushed slightly under his gaze

"Good things i hope" he nodded at you licking his bottom lip damien sighed you loked away before smirking at Jack.

"You really called her a drunk fat bitch?" he laughed proud of himself

"Yeah, sticks and stone and all that thought id test it" you laughed out loud

"To quick for them huh? I see where your going with it tho smart ass" he smiled sheepishly

"Well it worked for you, had to give you a leg to stand on" you laughed high fiving him . Bruce flinched as the display made you look your age. your relationship with your brother was a strange one. One moment you had to be the 'politically correct parent' the next you could return to being his 'cool older sister', there was 12 years between you but it didn't bother either of you , it wasn't that long ago that you were in school so you understood him. You struck up a conversation with the two boys, Damien had been the only one in the school to get along with Jack and you were thankful that they found each other two peas in a pod and he seemed to be coming round constantly it hadn't taken long before you started mothering him to. They were always together at your house or the manor but youd never met bruce jntill today sure damien had spoke about him, convinced that the two of you would hit it off, you just laughed him off saying it was wishfull thinking, but you couldnt help but wonder as you sat across from the handsom man well aware of his eyes watching your every move. Bruce watched fascinated as you seemed to be on the same level as the boys , if he was honest he was happy to see Damien relaxed around someone. Damien constaly gushed about you to him and he could see why as his eye scanned you up and down taking everything in , you was certainly beautiful petite and slightly heavy set you had a young carefree air about you that still held a nurturing aspect , probably what drew damien to you the boy had never had a motherly type of women around him, hell even he felt drawn to you in more ways then one, he noted as he felt,his blood rush south. It had been a while since any woman had coaxed such a strong reaction from him. He'd never been one for the young domestic type but there was something in him that wanted you. He tried reasoning that it was because of the way you had coddled his son, or maybe it was that he missed that motherly affection himself, but no there was something more then that a deep atraction pulling at him.He could see why Damien had taken a shine to you he'd be lying if he said he hasn't already been thinking of a reason to meet up with you outside of school. It was rare that someone caught him by surprise and you had defiantly caught him by surprise. Clearing his throat he re-position himself on his seat as his boxers became tighter embarrassed and admittedly a bit confused as watching you mother the two teens had begun to arouse him. You looked over to him with concern.

"Are you ok Mr Wayne?" he inwardly groaned at the name and way you looked at him so innocently ,no idea what you were doing .fuck. He forced a charming smile

"Yes just wish they'd hurry up." you sighed pouting slightly

"It seems a bit stupid calling this an emergency then making us wait this long. twats." you snipped crossing your arms across your chest huffing he chuckled hearing the barely held back irritation, imagining just how bratty you could be, and exactly how he could deal with said bratty behaviour a shiver ran down his spine, he sucked through his teeth as his cock twitched at the thought his mind racing to other tempting scenarios of you and him, shaking his head he had to snap himself out of it. The door opened and you were both called in. He watched wide eyed as you rose your demeanor changed completely, gone was a fun loving motherly young woman and there stood a less than impressed mama bear under 5ft tall but walked like a giant. He blinked and staggered in behind you thankful that he opted for a longer blazer that helped cover his 'situation' once in the office you set down in front of Mr Koleman the principle a stout balding man that was king of his own little castle and like to let everyone know it.

Mr Koleman looked at you with distaste then smiled shaking hands with Bruce.

"Ah Mr Wayne good to see you again tho I hoped it was on better terms. Miss Cooke I'm glad you could come down today I wasn't sure you'd make it this time." he said condescendingly you smirked putting on your polite 'adult' voice.

"well I've been trying to get an appointment with you about these issues that I'm sure your fully aware of, however you seem fully booked so I'm glad I finally have the opportunity to straighten a few thing out" he grimaced as he took a seat behind the desk.

" Yes well I am a very busy man." he said

"Yes I noticed that when the receptionist mistook me for a personal visitor." you hear Bruce cough covering a laugh as the principle opened and closed his mouth speechless.

"Any way what was it you wanted to discuss Mr Koleman?" he scowled not used to being shut down by a young women. He leaned forward shuffling papers

"yes well we've been having problems with Jack for a few months as your aware-"

"Yes I'm aware that he is being targeted by his teacher and bullied by other students in the class which is being over looked and in some instances encouraged by the staff at this school. but go on." you interupted him staring at him unblinkingly Bruce gapped before collecting himself sitting back to watch the show the distinct feeling that you were going to rip this man a new arsehole.

"Uh-oh i was not aware of that"

"do not lie to me" you growled 'and here we go' Bruce thought he'd been with enough women to know that all hell was going to break loose as the quiet sweetheart form out side became a little spitfire in the office and couldn't help the a quick fantasy of you being this fiesty for him in his office. You pulled out a small red diary from your bag turning to dates in it.

"On the 4th of March I phoned the school and spoke to a Mrs Hatt to discuss cases of bullying she said that it was being taken care of and that I had no reason to worry. March the 12th Jack came home with bruises on his back caused by the same students they had tied knots in there ties and whiped him with them while getting changed for p.e, I had raised concerns about it nothing was done. I phoned again and once again was fobbed off by Mrs Hatt that there was nothing happening, then Jack comemhome with a sprained wrist, then it was bruised stomach, then a cut forhead and a brokennfinger from them smashing it in a door etcetera these incidents continued and I continued to report them and it was always the same names that popped up, the same three boys. I'd had enough on May 21st I phoned and asked to speak to you instead I got through to a Mrs Hamsten? the vice principle?" you watched as his face became paler and paler as you spoke he nodded. Bruced leant back eyes blown finding himself getting hotter as he watched you tear down the man infront of you.

"Yes and she said that the boys had been put into detention for it which turned out to be a lie another student confirmed that nothing had been done. I then put my issue in writing, I wrote a letter sent by recorded post to you about the issue and received a reply, sighed by you, that you have a no tolorence policy and would look into it, nothing has been done and now you have the audacity to call me up and have me come in here because he finally had enough and stuck up for himself because this little shit split his face open on a desk whilst the teacher watched? tell me Mr Koleman do you still want to pretend you dont know what I'm talking about because I've recored all the calls I've made about this." you tore into him as he shrunk further and further into his seat not prepared for you to come at him so direct. Bruce didnt know what the fuck happened to the sweet little thing he saw outside but what he did know was that was one of the sexist things he'd seen as you asserted yourself beautifully not giving the man time to respond. If it wasn't for Mr Koleman sitting behind the desk he'd already have you spread out on it underneath him. 'Another time'he thought to himself he licked his lips tugging at his trousers again trying to ease the ache in his cock as it strained against its confines.

"Ah yes well, now that I think about it I do remeber a letter" he stumbled over his words you nodded your head

"Yes I'm sure you do. Today was the inevitale blow up." He collected himself looking at Bruce for some sort of back up instead the billionaire scowled at him.

"Be that as it may there is no excuse for calling a teacher a drunk fat bitch." you nodded

"I agree how ever it was for science. Your member of staff who has neglected her duty to keeping my brother safe on school grounds ,has brushed off his bullying useing 'stick and stones' so he decied to test that theory by calling her a drunk fat bitch, turns out names do hurt and caused her to become agitated that she allowed him to have his face smashed into a desk by another student cutting open his eyebrow, cheek and bloody his nose. I dont think she should be able to teach if she cant practice what she preaches and certainly shouldnt be left incharge of children if she is that unstable that she would allow an attack to happen because her feeling were hurt."

"yes well he dragged Mr Waynes son into this-"

"Damien and Jack are friends Damien saw Kyle attack Jack and defended him which is more I can say for the staff at this school. I'm warning you Mr Koleman sort it out before I go to the press. How do you think that would look? when your school board find out that Mr Wanyes son was injured defending his friend when the teacher didn't lift a fucking finger. You wanna go there? cos I fucking will I've had enough." he sat up straighter alarmed, Bruce moaned deep in his chest but watching you was really doing it for him he didnt know why or care in all honesty he just wanted more of you.

"No, no theres no need for that. We can sort this out between us no need for the governors or press. Mr Wayne is there anything you'd like to add." he said trying hard to wrap up this meeting. You looked at Bruce who frankly you forgot was even there he shook his head looking strange, shifting in his chair uncomfortably.

"I think Miss Cooke summed everything up wounderfully, and she has my full support sort out these kids, I know that they have been causing Damien problems name calling getting him in trouble such and he has said the teacher dosn't do anything about it. I wont stand for it any more , if its not sorted out by the end of the week I will bring Miss Cooke with me and we will speak to the school bored in person." You let out a breath you didnt know you was holding relief flooded you as he said this slightly worried that he'd throw you under the bus. He locked eyes with you his pupils were blown wide and he was breathing heavy he winked subtly, you flushed looking back to the man behind the desk as he cleared his throat.

"Right well I will see to it personally and it will be sorted by the end of the week, you both seem to have concerns with Jack and Damien's teacher so as of tomorrow I will have them moved into another class whilst I investigate. I will phone you both up to check in with the boys I'm terribly sorry that it has been left this long." he stood motioning for you both to do the same ending with.

"The boys can leave early today while I deal with this." Bruce opened the door letting you through growling as the principle made a point to oogle your ass as you left, quickly standing between you blocking his veiw of you he glared at the fat prick his message was clear. That hot little spitfire is mine so back off. He stared down at him chest puffed out standing taller and broarder intimidating the little weasel until he looked away. Bruce smirked then left the office slamming the door behind him finding you explaining to the boys what was happening, joining you as they stood up getting there bags .

"you boys go out and wait by the car while we sign out at the front." Bruce instructed they nodded running ahead to the school enterance.

"The car?" you asked looked up at him shyly

"Yes i will give you both a lift" he said leaving no room for argument. You thanked him then spoke quietly looking down trying not to freak out as he stood closer then you thought was neccasary.

"Thank you for sticking up for me in there, I dont usually get like that but you know I get a bit protective." he chuckled at you showing off a brilliant smile

"Its no problem, to be honest I found the whole mama bear thing very sexy your lucky we we'rnt alone" he said winking you blushed

"Wh-what? sh-shut up" you squeeked out he shook his head at you as he put an arm out over you holding the doors to main reception you thanked him queitly skipping through feeling small catching yourself breathing deeper to smell more of his fresh scented cologne.

"No I'm serious any where else and well" he wiggled his brows at you making you giggle

"and the way you are with damien?ive never seen him like that" he asked trailing off

"Yes well he is a sweet kid, he comes over quiet a bit as you know Alfred drops him off and the boys go off doing their thing, just sort of started to mother him a bit sorry" he smirked at you

"Well if I'd known how stunning you were it'd be me dropping him off. And dont apologize I'm not mad just a bit jealous. Tho not for long" he said handing his pass to the snooty receptionist who gave him bedroom eyes before glaring at you for keeping his attention.

"J-jealous? of Damien why?" you stuttered then bit your lip blushing. He groaned the site of it as he throbbed agin nearly cumming as his cock rubbed harshly agains the soft cotton of his boxers, he just couldnt control it. oh he was definatly gonna have you for himself, somehow you turned him into a horny teenager all over again.

"Well he got to have all your attention earlier, hurts a mans pride when his son can capture a beautiful woman's attention and he cant." you looked away from him giving your pass to the secatary who snatched it with a snarl.

"Im hoping you'd show some mercy and come out for lunch with me?" you gasped snapping your gaze at him.

"Wh-what you mean to talk about the school?"

"No as in a date" he explained you froze feeling butterflies in your tummy looking at the gorgeous man.

"Date? now? like right now?" he nodded smirking thoroughly enjoying you being so flustered.

"yes now I dont have anything else planned for today." you gulped when he gave you a heated look you felt like a meal taking a step back

" I'd love to but I have to clean up Jack and-." you began your excuse only for him to cut you short.

"Nonsense he can come to the manor and spend the day with Damien, Alfred is a good nurse he will patch them up." you blinked trying to think of another reason as he stood staring you down at you waiting to for to decide feeling like a deer in the head lights you realized this alpha of a man wasn't going to give you much of a choice.

"O-ok if your sure alfred wouldn't mind watching him." you nodded shyly Bruce gave a triumphant smirk and threw an arm across your shoulders tucking you against him walking to the main doors.

"Alfred wont mind watching the boys." you both walked outside to the boys Damien sighed at his dad before Jack spoke up.

"Told you he was looking at her ass"

"JACK! He was not!" you screeched at him damien laughed and bruce unlocked the range rover

"I thought I was being subtle about it" you gaped at him speechless as he opened the passenger door the boys gagged getting in the back. You got in the car pouting to yourselfand Bruce climbed in.

"Fucking hell I've never seen her speechless, how'd you do that?" Jack said Damien scoffed

"Dad just keep your boner in your pants until were out of the way."

"Yer shes my sister dont need to see her sucking face." You blushed trying to shush the boys

"DAMIEN! He does not have a boner!"

"Uh yer he does look."You tired not to look you really did but it just sort of happend you squeeked covering your mouth faceing forward and jumped as bruce leant over buckling your seat belt whispering in your ear.

"I did tell you the mama bear was sexy" puljng away he spoke to the boys

"Dont worry boys, we will behave until your out of ear shot" You gapped as they cringed with cries of 'ew dad no' and 'come on thats my sister' he laughed at them patting your thigh before pulling out of the school

"So you asked her on a date yet Dad?" Bruce raised and eye brom looking at him in the rear view mirror pulling out onto the main road.

"Well we are dropping you both off at the manor does that answer your question?"

Jack groaned not sure if he likes the idea of his sister dating his best friends dad.

"dont you hurt her Mr Wayne I know where you live" you smiled at that finding it cute him trying to be the protective little man. The drive was quiet for a while before jack piped up.

"Holy shit if they get married I'd be your uncle" you groaned holding you face in your hands bruce only laughed

"Jack its one lunch date jesus"

".....Can I walk you down the isle?"

"JACK?!"

"What she means is well cross that bridge when we come to it" you stared at Bruce as he smirked enjoying teasing you the boys snickered in the back. You sat back wondering just what you'd gotten youself into.

[toomanyfandoms02]

Kisses // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

This is a request for both @boiled-onionrings and @aberrant-annie ! I ADORED writing this!!!

Summary - Reader is an artist with serious art block. So she decides to kiss her best friend all over and turn it into art.

Word Count - 2.2k

This is based off of THIS gif from @nationgubler

I loved being an artist, but with any career in the arts, there is a time where you have some kind of block.

And I was having artist block, right now.

I sat in my studio, my back laying against the floor of the cold tile. As if the ceiling was going to spark some kind of Vincent Van Gogh idea in my head. I lightly brought my hand to my face, slapping my forehead.

"Come on y/n! There's something in there, anything, anything!" My head lolled to the side in frustration, eyes closed. I let out a loud groan of frustration, very grateful in this moment for choosing the most soundproof room of my apartment to do art. This was out of courtesy of my very kind neighbors. I opened my eyes slowly, hoping that something would come soon so I wasn't so damn angry. That's when I saw it.

The book Matthew had gotten me for my birthday a few months ago, sitting right next to my painting of lips, one of my best selling prints.

"Hmmm." I sat up slowly, contemplating if I should even ask this favor of him, but Matthew really cared about my career. Maybe I was in luck, so I dialed his phone number. He answered within 2 rings.

"Hey y/n, what's up?" He sounded out of breath, making his voice slightly raspy. This caused my heart to beat a bit faster.

"Uh, I have a favor to ask you, are you okay? You sound out of breath." I could hear him huff another deep breath.

"Yeah! I'm on a run in the park right now."

"Oh! Well don't worry about it then, I can save this-"

"No no! What do you need, I'm on my way home." This was honestly the most nerve-wracking thing ever, asking my best friend And someone I'm slowly falling for to do a kind of scandalous pose for a painting for me.

"It's kind of, weird. It involves art. I can't come up with any ideas and this one came into my head, you can totally say no, I won't-"

"Honey, good lord, I'm not gonna judge you, just tell me." He laughed in the end, easing my stress only slightly at the sound of it.

"Alright, it would be a portrait of you from waist up, but, also, I would, ugh. I feel weird about it!" I paused momentarily, sighing into the phone and making a pouty face that he *thankfully* couldn't see. "Then I would put kisses all over you, to like, I don't know."

"Spice it up?"

"Yes."

"I'll be over soon, I'm gonna take a shower. See you soon sunshine!" And that was it. Nearly no hesitation and he agreed to it.

*Why did I worry so much?*

Probably because you like him so much, *dumbass*.

I tidied up my studio as a distraction, waiting for a knock at my door. My wooden easel clicked on the floor as I set it near the big window in the room. I set a stool in front of it for Matthew, facing him towards it for good natural lighting. I plopped a 24x16 canvas onto the easel. My heart nearly jumped from my chest as I heard the knock at my door. I almost slipped running to it.

I opened the door to see a smiling Matthew. He was leaning against my door frame dressed in a white button-down and some regular jeans.

"I don't see you wearing any lipstick, how are you gonna manage putting kisses all over me without it?" He teased with a smirk.

This man really knew how to make my heart stop, it was almost insane how much of an effect he had on me. But I was surprisingly good at hiding it.

"I haven't put it on yet you nerd." I hit his chest lightly, moving out of the doorway so he could come in. "You can still back out if you feel weird about this. And also, this is gonna take a while." I looked up at him nervously. He grabbed my shoulders, looking right into my eyes.

"I love helping you with art, stop thinking you're such a burden." He shook me a little, bringing another smile to my face.

"Fine, go sit on the stool back there and unbutton your shirt a few buttons," I ordered him as if I had any confidence when it came to him. I walked to the bathroom adjacent to my studio, grabbing my red lipstick and applying it in the mirror.

"I love the color!" Matthew shouted from the doorway of the bathroom, almost causing me to drag the makeup across my face. I pulled it away from my lips slowly, looking over at the idiot who was constantly scaring me. I gave him the death stare. He quickly brought his hands into a surrender position and backed from the room and into the studio. But not without giving me a wicked smile. I rolled my eyes and followed him.

"Sit!" I shooed him onto the stool I set up for him.

"Yes ma'am!" He saluted, sitting gracefully onto the wobbly seat.

"You promise this won't be too weird?" I asked a final time, a very *very* small part of me hoping that he would think it was too weird so I didn't have to torture myself even more with this horrible crush of mine. He just stared at me with one eyebrow raised, as to silently say.

*Do I really have to assure you again that I don't care?*

"Alright! Let go then." Another wave of anxiety shot through me as I leaned down to his level. My hands parted his hair to where I wanted it. I then kissed my thumb to make sure the lipstick was still wet enough to transfer, and sure enough, the red pigment was smudged onto the finger. Here we go.

I grabbed his face with both hands and brought my lips to his left cheek, leaving a kiss slightly above his cheekbone. I then left another kiss lower on the same cheek. On his right cheek, I put one right in the middle and one more near his chin.

I backed away from his face, pulling the lipstick from my pocket to reapply it. I watched his eyes as I put it on, seeing something I'd never seen in his eyes before.

"You okay Gubler?" I giggled a little, recapping the tube, I smacked my lips, ensuring that I got it everywhere. He blinked several times before shaking his head a little bit.

"Yeah! Uh, yes. Just zoned out." He nodded curtly, now venturing his eyes out the window.

"Okay weirdo." I chuckled. "I'm gonna kiss your chest now." I chuckled again, much more nervous than the previous one. He simply nodded and looked down at me with a small grin.

I got on my knees and opened his shirt a bit. Hopefully, he couldn't feel how much my hands were shaking, because let me tell you, I was *trembling*. I placed my hands on his shoulders and placed a kiss on the side of his neck first. I watched as Matthew sucked his lips into his mouth slowly tilting his head back. His hand was brought to his face and he left it there for a moment. I raised an eyebrow at him but quickly shrugged it off, I wasn't going to let this lipstick dry again.

I leaned down further, kissing his collar bone and then a final one near the center of his chest. At this point, Matthew was looking down at me again. He let off a loud breath and ran his tongue over his lips.

I stood up dusting my legs off, Matthew's eyes following me.

"Are you seriously okay? You're acting kind of funny." I came close to him, putting my hand on his shoulder. He looked like a puppy dog looking up at me from the stool.

"I've got a small headache I think." It was a quick answer that seemed like a lie.

"We can stop-"

"No!" I jumped back from him, startled. "No, it's seriously fine. I'm just gonna get ibuprofen from your cabinets." He stood so quickly and turned toward the door.

"I can get that for you!"

"No it's fine I got it." His voice was farther now, almost completely in the bathroom. Even from this far his voice sounded strangled.

*Was this weirding him out? It really seems like it was.*

I gathered my colors from my oil paint box and brought them to the small table next to my easel.

Just a few minutes later Matthew emerged from the bathroom, looking like he felt better.

"Looks like the ibuprofen is working fast." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He snickered, sitting on his stool with a suspiciously large smile. I just shook my head a walked up to pose him. I turned his shoulders slightly toward the window, opening the shirt to see the kisses. I frazzled his hair a little to give it a bedhead look and once I was happy with everything, I went back to my seat.

"Just look wherever is comfortable. I'm giving you free will on that." Of course, he chooses to look directly at me.

"You sure you wanna look at me during this whole process?" I joked, starting with some skin-colored paint on the canvas.

"Well yeah, you're the most interesting thing in the room." I could feel the tips of my ears burn at the comment, not bothering to hide the smile that formed on the face.

"Well, thank you." I kept my eyes on the canvas, partly because I was painting, and partly because I thought that if I looked in his eyes I might melt into a puddle.

-

I was finally done with the base of everything. I pretty much had an outline with the correct colors.

"Okay, I'm taking a break. Do you want to snack with me?" I stretched my legs as I stood from my chair, my arms flailing high in the air.

"Yeah, what are you getting?" His hands rubbed together like a mischievous fly.

"I made chocolate chip cookies last night. I'm gonna heat them up so they are melty." I excitedly padded my bare feet to the kitchen. I slipped 3 cookies onto a plate and placed them in the microwave for 20 seconds. My back leaned on the counter as Matthew peered over me at my cookies.

"Someones excited about cookies." I laughed, grabbing them for the microwave and setting them on the counter, eating half of it in one bite.

"And you say *I'm* excited." He replied with a mouthful, clearly poking at the way I ate the cookie.

"You just ate yours in one bite!" I shot back.

"Whatever." He grabbed another, eating that one whole as well, as melted chocolate, slipped down his chin. He raised his hand to wipe it off and I was not quick enough to stop him.

"I'll just touch it up when we go back." He looked at his hand that was a mixture of brown and red and made a pouty face at me. "It's fine, here." I handed him a rag to wipe his hands and we went back into the studio.

On the walk back I was already reapplying my lipstick so I could fix the smudge on his face. I slipped into the bathroom quickly, grabbing my makeup wipes to fix the smudge as well. He sat in the stool once again.

Much less nervous this time, I grabbed his face the same way I did before and kissed over the same spot, making it darker and more defined again. As I was about to pull away from his face, Matthew's hands grabbed my wrists, stopping me from leaning away.

"What are you doing?" My heart hammered against my ribs, and at this moment I was hoping he couldn't hear it.

"Do you think there's anything else that needs to be fixed up?" His voice came out in a whisper, I could feel it against my face. "Do you think my *lips* should be red too?"

*Was he saying what I think he was saying?*

Apparently he was, because we both leaned in with closed eyes, connecting our lips. He pulled me into his lap on the stool, grabbing the back of my neck to deepen the kiss. I was sure that I was getting lipstick on much more than his lips at this point.

After quite the makeout sesh, we pulled away, both panting.

"What was that for?" My brain was in a complete haze. I realized I was still on his lap and began standing up, only to be pulled back down by his hands.

"I decided to finally make a move." He chuckled, leaning his forehead on mine.

"You mean, you like me?"

"No, I make out with everyone, all the time." He deadpanned. I giggled, running my thumb across his lips and showing his all the red that had transferred.

"Totally worth it." He smirked, kissing the tip of my nose sweetly.

*I'm not gonna get anything done with this man around.*

[afniel]

Being prescribed “only” 10 oxy isn’t unusual for top surgery— I was prescribed 6 pills for my top surgery, 6 pills for my hysterectomy, and 6 pills for each stage of phalloplasty.

Literally 6 pills of 5 mg OxyContin for my phallo!

But that’s all that most people need— I ended up not taking any of them and managing my pain by alternating OTC ibuprofen and acetaminophen.

So I have the feeling that the nurse who prescribed you 10 pills wasn’t giving you less than the standard amount prescribed for your recovery just because you’re taking LDN.

It’s more and more common for surgeons to try get patients to take non-narcotics after surgery because studies have shown they’re often equally effective in managing pain with fewer side-effects like constipation, and of course reduce the risk of addiction.

That being said, your surgical team should have worked with you better after you ran out of your prescription and evaluated you in a post-op before they prescribed more meds instead of just refusing to provide a refill— it seems like you received the standard prescription despite being on LDN, so they didn’t give you less than they give other patients, but a one-size-fits-all approach to pain management doesn’t work in certain cases like when someone has a chronic pain disorder.

Nah, see, here's the problem with that. I can't take most OTC meds. I'm not supposed to have acetaminophen, because I've got elevated liver enzymes and non-alcoholic fatty liver disease. I can't really take any of the standard NSAIDs because I have GERD and IBS and they're a seriously bad trigger for it. My real options are, start to finish, prescription-only. The nurse also insisted, while being super rude to me about it and acting like I had no idea what I was talking about, that "it's not like the oxys are going to do anything anyway" and put me on Meloxicam (which is still related enough to other NSAIDs that it made my stomach hurt, so they told me to take more pantoprazole to deal with it) and acetaminophen anyway, knowing that it was gonna suck and that I'd have to take them sparingly at most for a major invasive surgery with weeks of recovery time.

It was a shitty call on her part and I ended up using someone else's leftover oxy, which, y'know, is such a horrible and criminal thing to do, except I used a total of four of theirs because that was seriously all I needed. They had been prescribed 30 for the same procedure with the same people and operating facility not even a full year prior to mine. I definitely did not get the standard prescription for that particular facility for what I had done, which was actually more extensive than their top surgery because I had a lot more tissue to remove via liposuction (which is pretty gnarly to heal from—that's a lot of nerve damage).

And keep in mind it's a known fact that I have fibromyalgia, so everything that hurts, hurts exponentially more for me. The way I rate post-op pain is not going to be average, by definition.

The default bottle text actually said that if one oxy wasn't enough, I could take two, because they were tiny little things, up to (I think) six a day. Except if I'd taken as many as it would have taken to completely manage my post-op pain at all times, I'd have run out in two or three days tops, so I had to stretch it out and even then it didn't last long enough.

Denying patients appropriate pain management is medical abuse and I hate that it's normal. It's not doing anyone any favors, and nurses who don't know about LDN will see naltrexone on a list of medications, make poor assumptions, decide you're lying if you try and explain it yourself, and refuse to prescribe properly. I know this because it happened to me (and when they finally asked, I left a scathing review of that nurse in particular, because everyone else involved was absolutely lovely, but she was a huge bag of dicks).