#she knows it is my first massage and it’s totally fine if i back out even right before

[fingertipsmp3]

In some other news I’m getting a massage at 2

[msmk11]

Hiii!! I love your work so much and was wondering if you could do a poly marauders (and lily) x hufflepuff coded fem reader comfort fic 💛 maybe they are just having a bad day, being insecure and everyone tries there best to comfort her? thankyou (even if you decide not to)

Omg hi lovely! Thank you so much for the request. This is actually my first ever and I’m so excited and happy to write it for you! I hope it lives up to your standards - MK <3

Just Hold Me For Awhile

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Poly!Marauders + Lily x fem!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Cw: low self-esteem, hurt/comfort, sad/anxious reader

A/n: Baby’s first request! Ngl I rewrote this like three times, but now it finally feels genuine and I’m very happy with it. I hope you all enjoy :)

There is no evidence to confirm your fears besides the incessant voice inside your head.

You’re not good enough.

You’re not smart enough.

You’re not funny enough.

You’re not pretty enough.

Eventually, they’re all going to leave you.

You are going to end up alone.

Deep down, you know none of these things are true. But reason is no match for your anxiety and the extraordinariness of each of your partners.

James- best Gryffindor chaser the team has had

in years.

Lily- number one in your class.

Remus- Casanova of Gryffindor tower.

Sirius- absolutely fearless in the face of adversity.

You- the ordinary Hufflepuff who just got lucky.

It consistently amazes you that you ended up in a relationship with these four bold, well-known, and well-liked Gryffindors. They all love you so much and you feel grateful that you get to love and be loved by them everyday.

But no matter how much love and care they give you, it cannot entirely soothe the deep-rooted feeling of inadequacy lurking within. You can’t help but sometimes feel out of place in your own relationship- not because your partners exclude you, but rather because your obvious ordinariness situates you outside their circular of extraordinariness.

It’s a feeling that’s lingered since the four first showed interest in you, but recently it’s been possessing you tenfold.

All these thoughts are racing around in your head as you sit at the foot of Sirius’ bed in the boys’ dormitory. Peter is off on a date, leaving you five with some much needed alone time. The moment is serene, with Sirius painting your nails a soft green, Lily braiding Sirius’ hair out of his face, Remus dangling over the edge talking to you three, and James on top of him, massaging his back.

The four are talking about some recent Hogwarts drama, so you’ve sort of zoned out of the conversation, only adding in commentary here or there.

“I mean, I’m so glad Pandora hexed him,” Lily says, “he totally deserved it.”

“I just never would’ve pinned her as the type of person to hex someone, with the way she’s so soft spoken and all,” Sirius replies.

“She does hang out with your brother and Junior though,” Remus reminds him.

“And Evan is her brother,” James adds with a laugh, “it’s in her blood. I just wish I could’ve seen Mulciber’s face.”

“It probably looked as dumb and stupid as always, if not more so,” Sirius jokes.

Everyone busts out laughing and you faintly chuckle through your anxiety-induced brain fog.

Someone taps the side of your cheek.

“Doll, you there?”

You jolt out of your trance and look at Sirius, “hmm? Sorry, what?”

“I asked if you wanted anything else done to your nails.”

You briefly glance down at your perfectly manicured nails, “oh, uh, yeah. Perfect as always, my star.”

Remus reaches down and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “are you okay, dove? I feel like you’ve been awfully quiet today.”

You smile a little and wave him off, “oh yeah, fine. Just tired, Moons.”

“Wanna come take a nap, angel?” James asks sweetly, opening his arms.

Though you’re not actually that tired, it’s mainly just an excuse, you can’t pass up the offer from your cuddliest of boyfriends. You peck Sirius’ cheek as a thank you for doing your nails and then crawl onto James’ lap. You situate your head on his chest and curl up as he wraps his arms around you. His musky cologne eases the knots in your stomach a little and you try to focus on the steady beat of his heart.

“Better?” he mumbles into your hair.

You quietly hum in confirmation.

You keep your eyes closed all cuddled up with James as you listen to your partners quietly chat. Within minutes of your getting settled you sense movement on the bed. Remus shifts upwards to lay next to you and James- you can tell from the sudden increase in body heat- and you feel Sirius and Lily lay down at your feet.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of rough lips- Remus’ lips- against your forehead. Though he thinks you’re asleep, you hear him whisper, “get some rest, my sweet girl.”

Someone’s head falls on your knee and then you hear Lily’s voice, “she’s so pretty when she sleeps, isn’t she? All soft and peaceful.”

You recognize Sirius’ habitual stroking of your leg with his thumb as he adds, “I didn’t think she could get any softer or sweeter, but here we are.”

“Our angel,” James coos.

Though you suppose most would feel pretty lucky to hear these things about themselves, they only make you feel worse.

You hate yourself.

You hate yourself for having four wonderful, caring, and loving partners, and you can’t even appreciate them because of your own self-loathing. You despise this nasty habit of self-sabotage, but you’re not sure how to break it.

As you lay there and listen to them say such nice things about you, you feel a lump grow in your throat and hot tears spring to your eyes. The tightness in your chest is near painful, and you need some relief.

You try to shift just the slightest- as if you’re just moving around in your sleep- to bury your head in James’ chest, out of everyone’s eyesight.

But once you let one tear drop, a whole rainstorm comes. You try and keep your sobs and sniffling quiet, but your hot, wet tears give you away to James.

“Angel?” James asks worriedly. He pulls you away from his chest to look at your face and sees the snotty, tear-stained mess you’ve become.

“Dove,” Remus pleads worriedly, “what’s wrong? What’s happened.”

Your sobs are too strong for you to respond and you can only shrug your shoulders. Your eyes are blinded by tears and you can’t see their faces, but you know they’re filled with concern and worry. To make them worry like this only causes you to cry harder.

You’re not really aware of what’s happening around you. All you know is one minute your in James’ arms, and the next in Sirius’. Sirius strokes your hair away from your face and holds you in his lap like a baby. He rocks you back and forth quietly, not saying anything at all.

It’s nice, not having to say anything and just crying. Even if you had the ability to speak through your tears, you don’t know that you could. There’s no easy way to describe your feelings of inadequacy, and no amount of ‘talking it out’ could ever just solve the problem either. So you just cry. Cry because you’re angry that you feel this way. Cry because you’re sad. Cry because you’re tired. Tired of not feeling like you’re ever enough. And you cry just because you can. Because you know that your partners will be there for you for as long as you need to cry.

And when the sobs finally quiet to a hiccup here or there, you appreciate that they give you silence to breathe and just process everything.

Lily stands and wanders off, coming back with a glass of water that she presses into your hands. You sip it gently before James takes it from you and sets it on the nightstand. Remus goes and grabs a hot washcloth, wiping your face oh so gently with a soft look in his brown eyes. Sirius hands you back to James- your most tactile partner- and settles again at your feet.

Then, with the most quiet and tender voice, Sirius asks you only one thing, “What do you need from us?”

“Just hold me for awhile.”

And so, like many days before, and hopefully every day after, you five pile into bed, reveling in each other’s warmth and security.

As you lay surrounded by your lovers, you know that even though those same lousy feelings continue to reside inside of you, you will figure it out. And when you’re ready to talk, or rant, or cry some more, your partners will be there.

[san8ny]

Hiii i have a request, could u write about ex ellie still totally in love with u, she comes to your house to pick her things up, you guys end up fucking and start to date again?

(Emoji just to identify it was me 🌸)

Sweet Girl.

an: had to contribute to the sub! Ellie shortage..srry if shes pretty pathetic../wc: 1.09k

“We both need to move on.”

Ellie lets out a frustrated huff at your blunt response, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. “I don’t want to move on from you. I don’t want anyone else. I want you.” She sighs again, feeling so hopelessly vulnerable like this. But she knows they’re already past the point of holding back.

“But you—“

“Please..” Ellie looks up from where she’s kneeled at your bedpost, her gaze hungry and desperately possessive. She doesn’t want to have to think about anything else right now. She just wants to be this, tangled up in bed with you. “Please..”

“Ugh, ‘els.” You sigh annoyed and obviously irritated with the time of night she’s decided to come bother you.

2:22 AM

Ellie lets out a short whine at the nickname, her body already responding to your exasperation. She leans down and buries her face in your lap, pressing as much of herself against you as possible. “I want you so bad,” she whispers pathetically like you didn’t hear her the last 200 times.

“You know what? Fine, but you’re gonna get the fuck up out of my house after this.” You press, pulling her from the wooden floorboard and onto your bed, “and you’re going to listen to everything I say.”

“I-i always do—“

“Answer.”

Ellie shudders at the menacing tone of your voice, “Everything,” she whispers, her hands running over your body. “ ‘i’ll do everything you want..just, shit, touch me...”

You hum at the soft pleading, massaging her scalp lightly with your fingertips, an attempt to ease her into a state of relaxation; Ellie’s eyes feel heavy as she slumps into you, you’re so pretty..

“ What happened to getting your stuff?”

Ellie groans, letting out a petulant huff when you catch onto her excuse to come over. “I’ll grab my stuff later,” she mutters, lifting her head to look at you with a pleading look in her eyes. “Why won’t you touch me..”

You scoff, taking your hands away from her scalp and pushing her away, “Impatient girls don’t get jack.”

Ellie's eyes widen as you push her away, her breath suddenly hitching in her throat. "W-what?" her voice comes out as a strangled whisper.

She feels utterly humiliated, her heart clenching hard in her chest. "Is this some kind of punishment for what I did? Making me want you this bad, and then turning me away?" She feels foolish and humiliated, tears pricking at her eyes.

“Say you’re sorr—

"I'm sorry," Ellie chokes out before you can even complete the order. The words feel foreign in her mouth, but her heart tightens as she forces them out. "I'm sorry for what I did. I'm sorry for pushing you away. I'm sorry for being so impatient. I'm sorry for..." Her voice breaks, tears streaming down her cheeks. She looks up at you, her eyes pleading. "I'm sorry for everything. Please, baby. Let me stay. Let me make it up to you."

She hesitates a moment before she clambers forward to sit on your lap again, her body pressing flush against yours.

you sigh in content, “Such a good girl you are, Ellie.” cupping her cheeks, you tilt her head backwards to slightly face you, “Pick where you want me to touch first.”

A shiver runs down Ellie’s spine at the question, but she doesn’t hesitate in her answer. “Lips,” she whispers. She wants to taste your mouth again, feels like she’s starving for it. “Kiss me,” her voice coming out needy and desperate.

Ellie moans hungrily into the kiss once you give in, her hand coming down to your side to your arm, holding you close as she kisses back. Her tongue pushes past your soft lips, tasting herself as she lets all her pent up desperation and longing bleed out and into the kiss.

“Missed you so much,” she babbles, “Nothing has felt the same without you. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t think. I just need you. I need you so bad..” her back arching involuntarily as your lips start trailing down her neck

You nod against her skin, nose brushing up on her nape where your perky tits were to her toned back, “Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Hm? ‘dunno if you’re gonna wanna leave after this actually..”

Ellie feels dumbed out from how your smooth hands slowly slither into the waistband of her sweatpants, slipping them off; she also, can’t help the slight smile that grazes her face in the realization of what is just about to occur between the two exes.

loveyouloveyouloveyou

“Gotta let me know what to do, sweet girl. Ungh...you’re so wet..” you preen when the pads of your fingers meet contact with the pleasurable mess Ellie’s made underneath the layering

Your compliments don’t help as much when you begin to rub her puffy mound, constricting hold feeling like sweet death to Ellie in addition to the sticky boxers she still had on.

shittttttt….

After some while, you kiss behind her ear right on a pressure point

“You still with me?” You murmur, knowing how little she can get off on if you tick her just the right way. she’s always been ultrasensitive, “Gonna give me a big one?..” your fingers don’t let up on the assault, occasionally rolling her clit in between your digits all the while,

She lets a small squeak out before leaning an arm back over her shoulder to hold your neck, almost in an attempt to press you closer to her like you both had space inbetween— you didn’t, “Uhn..uhn—! I’m g-gonna cum..” She whimpers,

You kiss the crown of her head before grinding the heel for your palm further onto her, “juust like that, like how I taught you..” She eventually does orgasm, repeating your name like a prayer while you talk her through it,

Ellie is breathless and boneless, her body utterly spent and sated from the intensity of the moment. She lets out long, shaky exhale as she blinks her eyes open, taking in the sight of you in front of her, hair tousled and cheeks flushed. “That was…” she begins, her voice coming out a breathy whisper, but the words to describe it don’t come.

“Still gonna leave?” You ask, licking your digits

Ellie almost laughs at the question, still spent from the high she feels. “God, no,” she whispers. She lifts a trembling hand to your face, her fingers dancing over your soft skin. “After that? I’m never letting you kick me out again.” She presses a chaste kiss against your collarbone.

[moonstruckme]

Hey! love your writing so so much!! im just here to request a little drabble with one of the marauders boys (or all three cus the more the merrier lol) where the reader's stomach hurts and is bloated (maybe on period idk) but she is hesitant for him to cuddle or touch her stomach cus she is insecure of it <3 thanks so much, keep up your amazing writing

Thank you gorgeous <3

cw: period pains, insecurity around stomach

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 526 words

“Baby.” Sirius is pouting. It feels a bit unfair, considering you’re the one in pain. “You’re being terribly selfish.” 

“Stop.” You shift away from his hand, trying to creep around your side, and hold in a low pained sound at the movement. 

“Stop holding out on me,” he shoots back. His voice is equal parts fond and teasing, wheedling in the way he knows is most likely to get to you. 

This is basically routine by now, and one of your least favorites of all the routines you’ve developed with your boyfriend. Your period will come, and in those first couple of days when you feel the grossest and most pathetic you’ve ever been, one part of you wants Sirius to hold you while the other part wants him nowhere near you. Predictably, Sirius sides with the first part. He always wins.

“I just wanna help, gorgeous.” He lets his voice drop into a more genuine register, leaning down to smear a kiss across your temple. “I know it’s not much, but I can at least give you a good cuddle, yeah?” 

Truthfully, that’s all there is left to do. Sirius isn’t giving himself enough credit. Because of him, your craving for chocolate cake has been sated, you’ve been delivered pain relievers as soon as you’re allowed to have them, and there’s a warm bag of rice resting low on your abdomen. Even now, his hand is massaging gently at the muscles of your lower back, keeping the worst of your cramps at bay. 

You sigh, pulling your knees a bit tighter to your chest. You feel unfit to be perceived right now. You can hardly think about your boyfriend looking at your bloated stomach, much less touching it. 

“I just feel so gross,” you say. 

“Well, that’s just sacrilege.” Sirius lifts his head, looking down on you in mock horror. “And you’re the loveliest thing I know, so it’s blatantly untrue to boot. No one is allowed to talk about my girl like that, even you, got it?” 

It’s not his words that get you so much as his tone, so totally scandalized that it tugs a laugh from inside your chest. Sirius grins, but the muscles in your abdomen spasm in protest, and he winces when the pain shows in your face. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he coos, dark brows bunched compassionately as he presses another kiss to your hairline. “I’m sorry, baby. You gonna let me kiss it better?” 

You give him a look which you hope conveys great reluctance, but Sirius’ eyes light anyway. 

“C’mere, honey.” He doesn’t give you a chance to change your mind, lifting your shirt to touch his lips delicately to your stomach before sidling up to you and wrapping his arms around your middle. “That’s better, isn’t it?” 

It is. Pretty much instantly, actually, but you don’t have to admit that. Sirius burrows his face into the crook of your neck and shoulder, nipping playfully at your skin. You think he knows anyway. 

“Stubborn thing,” he says. “Fine, you can be excused because you’re poorly. You always get your way in the end, don’t you?” 

No, that’s him. 

[aboutchriss]

Physiotherapy and coconut oil.

Just a thought on this

Pairing: idol!Chan x fem!reader.

Genre: fluff, crack maybe??, friends/co-workers to?

Warnings: make out session, half naked Chan?????, mention of handjob, handjob, mention of anger issues, dry humping, mention of food and alcohol, mention of dom!chan, sub!chan, softdom!reader, let me know if I miss something. DO NOT USE COCONUT OIL ON YOUR PRIVATE AREAS!!

Author note: we need to talk about this outfit, I know that I'm late but bro, look at him, his stupid boobs, and arms, and abs? I'm on my knees, hair in a ponytail, ready to do my job. why? because I'm a whore for this man, also his physiotherapist is lucky as fuck, I mean he or she or they can touch this man, without anything on...I’m too tired and lazy so not proofread

(the recipe of the pasta mentioned in the story is here especially for my vegetarian and lactose free friends 💅🏼)

Also fun fact: being a physiotherapist is my dream job and this makes me way too much delulu.

-✉️

I’m so insecure about my English, as I said it’s not my first language and I’m always scared to make mistakes or stuff like that, so if you find mistakes please let me know, I’ll be thankful and also my English will improve!

-✉️

As always requests are open!💘

A knock from the door of your little studio call your attention

“C’mon in, the door is open”

You say, closing your laptop to pay attention to him

A head covered with a black beanie and a smile with a pair of dimples appeared at your door.

“Hello, my beautiful, amazing wonderful y/n, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and-“

“What did you do?”

You cut him off

He close the door behind his back

“Let’s say that hypothetically I went to the gym”

He sits right in front of you

“Mh, you do it every day, what’s the problem?”

He giggles a little

“You know last time that we saw each other?”

He asks

“Yeah, umh Wednesday?”

“Mhmh, and what you did to me?”

“The-what? The usual massage? Back, neck, thigh, basically the whole body”

“Exactly, and you know that I was mad because of that little thing that I won't bring it up again?”

“Yes, what’s the problem Chan? I have a lot of things to do”

“Iwenttothegymrightafteroursession”

“Excuse me, what?”

You asked confused

“I-uh- don’t get mad please, you know that I love you, we are friends right? Your hair looks pretty today”

You look at him, raising your eyebrows waiting for the real answer

“I went to the gym, right after our session, and I lifted a couple weights, and umh- I heard a crack on my neck, but now everything hurts, so can you please fix me?”

“YOU DID WHAT?”

you raise your voice

“I’m sorry I was mad”

“Christopher”

You say

“Not the government name please, you scare the shit out of me when you call me ChRiStoPheR. And I know okay? You have all the rights to be mad at me, I’m sorry, but I was about to explode, my options were the gym or the big boss face”

“Take off your shirt”

You sight

“I love when you say that”

“Shut up, before I punch you in the face”

You say

“Rude”

He says

“Stupid”

You stand up and search on the little cabinet everything you need for the massage

“I’m sorry”

He looks at you

“It’s okay Chan. But when I tell you to rest after our sessions it’s because I mean it, it’s part of the healing process. Even Changbin listens to me, and you, more than me know that he’s a gym rat.”

“I know, I’m sorry I was just-“

“Overwhelmed?"

“Yes”

He says taking off his shirt

“You know that you can talk to me right? I’m not just here to fix y’all muscles, I’m a friend. You can call me, anytime, you say “y/n I had a bad day can we talk?”. 5 minutes walk and I’m at your dorm, and you know it Channie.”

Your tone is sweeter now

“It was three in the morning y/n, I- I didn’t want to wake you up, I’m a man, I can’t-“

“So sweet of you to think that I sleep at three. and Channie yes, you’re a man and you’re human and as a human you have emotions, it’s okay to feel overwhelmed sometimes or mad, sad, angry, emotionless, it’s totally fine, if you feel like you're about to explode than you need to talk"

He looks at you, silently

"you can call, or FaceTime me if you don't want me around, we don't need to talk about what's upsetting you, but you can't be alone with your thoughts"

"didn't know that you were this sweet you know?"

"I'm not sweet"

"mhmm, you're right you're more like a mom"

he smiles at you

“What? I’m younger than you”

“Meh, just a couple of years”

He says smiling

“C’mon, don’t stare at me like a little puppy, and put away the damn dimples, with those abs you look everything but cute”

“Oh yeah?”

“Shut up and lay on your stomach”

“Mhhhh, okay okay”

He lays down, giving a full view of his back, wider than when the two of you met, if you had him as a friend with benefits (for your studies of course) during your anatomy exam, you would probably have had the best score of the class.

As soon as your hands touch his back he twitches

“Ah fuck”

“I barely touched you”

You say

“Your hands are fucking cold y/n, where did you keep them inside the freezer?”

“God, you scared me. Don’t be a pussy, they will warm up, I promise”

You say touching him again

“Mhhhhh -he cries- usually you don’t have cold hands”

He says

“Because you’re the last one that I treat, I.N always get my cold hands, and he got used to it”

“Oh poor I.N, he-ah he has-ah to get through this”

“Stop whimpering”

“I’m not whimpering”

“Yes, you are”

“No, I’m-ah not”

“See, you’re a whimper man”

You say massaging the lower part of his back

"I'm not-ah-fuck"

"next time, if I say that you have to rest, go home, take a warm shower, eat something, and go to bed, you're lucky that you don't have a fever"

you slap his back

"aah what's wrong with you?"

"you're an asshole, and you act like a child"

you slap him again

"stop slapping me"

he says sitting down on the small massage bed

"no"

you slap him again

"oh my god stop it"

"no - you slap his chest - you know that you could've hurt your self huh? you and your stupid anger issues - you slap once again - what you were trying to gain to stupid bitch?"

"stop slapping me"

he says blocking your wrists

"I said I'm sorry, next time if I'll feel overwhelmed I'll call you okay? just bring soju with you"

"soju? wanna get drunk?"

you ask trying to escape from his grip

"fuck yes, I need to get drunk"

"I'll buy soju on my way home and you can come over okay?"

"you’re inviting me in your house?"

he asks, caressing your wrists with his thumb

"yeah, you know no boys around so we can talk freely, and I'll make dinner"

"mh...okay then"

he says smiling, showing once again his stupid dimples

"now, let me finish my job okay? go home, take a warm shower and then come over"

"okay mom"

"don't"

you try to hide a smile

"now lay down"

he stares at you

"please?"

you say, and this bitch lays down, just because you said please? fuck it's going to be looong night

"try not to whimper this time okay?"

you whisper near his hear

"I'll try, ma'am"

-

you just got out of the shower when you hear the doorbell

"SHIT, WAIT GIVE ME A SECOND"

you scream, trying to dress yourself as fast as you can, not thinking about who's your guest, but honestly you don't give a fuck, you're in your own house and it's summer, that's what you think trying to justify your shorts and tank top

"Hi Channie, I'm sorry I made you wait, come in"

"Oh, Hei no worries it's my fault, I should've texted you"

he says taking off his shoes before getting inside

"I wouldn't answered you, my phone died at work, and I was so late that the moment I came home, I prepared the sauce for the pasta and I jumped into the shower"

"no worries -he giggles- wanna help with dinner while you dry your hair?”

"oh no, stay away from my kitchen, set the table and open the red wine that you find in the counter"

"yes ma'am"

he says

"damn, this wine looks good where did you get it?"

"oh-my mom send a bunch of stuff from Italy to me, so I don't get homesick"

you say stirring the sauce

"stuff like alcohol?"

"yes, and food"

you laugh

"sooo much food, the best that I can do is sharing, you know sharing is caring"

"and what are you making tonight?"

he says looking over your shoulders

"mh, pasta all'arrabbiata"

"i have no idea of what it is but sounds good, also I've never heard you talking in italian, sounds sexy"

"CHAN"

"WHAT"

"stop it"

you say turning towards him

"what I'm not doing anything"

"you're flirting"

you say

"flirting? I don't know what flirting is"

he says with a smile on his face

"oh put those dimples away"

you say turning to the kitchen counter, checking if the pasta is ready, or maybe you don't want to show him your cheeks getting redder

"we can sit, while we wait for the pasta”

you say walking towards him

“wanna a glass of wine?"

"please, yes"

you say almost disparately, he pours two BIG glasses of wine

"cheers, to the best physiotherapist ever"

"to the most stubborn person I know, who can't listen"

you say looking him in the eyes

"cheers Chan"

"cheers y/n"

"so you think I'm stubborn huh?"

"oh yeah, definitely"

"why?"

he asks sipping his wine

"why what? why I think you're a stubborn?"

he nods

"you don't listen to people who care about you? and you do almost everything without thinking? and you think you're invicible, you try to keep everything on your shoulders forgetting that you're a human? mh yes, you're a stubborn"

"damn, you can't lie huh?"

"nope"

you say sipping some wine

"can I check the pasta or you're going to kill me?"

"no, I'll check it, in my house guests don't make dinner"

"mh, can I come here more often?"

he asks giggling

"of course, the door is always open for you...I mean you guys, you know, you and the boys, all of them"

you get up, slapping mentally your face

what the fuck y/n behave yourself, he's just a friend. A hot one tho, but just a friend.

thanks God the pasta is ready, you mix it with the sauce and then pour it in two plates

"here we go"

you say sitting next to Chan, he waits for you, and after you take the first bite, he starts eating with you

“You need something else?”

"absholutely noth, thish ish perfect"

he says with his mouth full of pasta, you smile at this sight of him, without his working dark aura. People says that he's scary as fuck when he's working, and they mean it, he change completely, especially when he is in the studio, it's like an alter ego (we can call it Christopher yeah)

"so...you like it?"

you ask taking a bite a food

"yesh -he swallows- I want you to come at the dorm and cook for me...I mean us everyday, oh you should do a cooking competition with Lee Know, I would probably die because the good food but it would be a great death"

you laugh

"it's called food coma"

"really?"

he asks

"mhmm, try my nonna's food then we can talk about food coma"

"nonna is...?"

"oh, my grandma, she is a great chef"

"then I have to meet her"

he says finishing his plate

"in order to meet her you have to go to Italy, also she doesn't speak a word of English or Korean so you have to learn Italian"

"for good food? I'll do everything. You can be my teacher, I'm sure that you know how to speak it"

"me? your teacher?"

"yes"

"why me?"

"because you can speak Italian and I want to spend more time with you"

you choke on wine

"you what?"

you try to speak between the cough

"you okay?"

he asks patting gently your back

"yes, I'm okay, thanks. You really mean it?"

you ask

"what?"

"that you want to spend more time with me"

"yes, and I don't mean at the studio. I want to know you better as a friend, as a person"

"fuck Chan"

you get up, taking both of the plates to wash it

"fuck Chan what?"

he follows you at the sink

"we can't, you-you can't know me better"

"why not?"

he asks shrugging his shoulders

"because-I can't"

"mh? you have a boyfriend in Italy?"

"no"

"then why I can't know you better?"

"my...my contract, I signed a contract when the company hired me"

"and?"

he asks

"I can't have anything with my patients, and you're one of them"

you say looking at him

"where is the problem? -he asks- we're not at the company, we're just two friends who had dinner together, with some wine"

he says getting closer to you

"Chan please...don't"

"what? I'm not doing anything"

he says

"I know, it's me, I'm the problem, I don't know if I can contain my self right now, not after what you said"

"then do it, don't contain your self"

"this-you move your hands between your bodies-won't happened ever again"

"I can't make this promise"

he traps you with his arms between his body and the sink

"fuck Chan"

you say before kissing him on the lips, they’re so soft and you fucking knew it.

“We shouldn’t do that”

You say in between the kisses

“Shut up”

He says lifting you up, your legs locked behind his back

“Fuck-fuck-fuck it’s cold”

You say when your ass touch the marble of the kitchen counter, he giggling in your lips. Hands on his curls, pulling almost too roughly but he doesn’t seem to mind it

“That’s the revenge for the massage with your stupid cold hands”

“Yeah? If this the revenge that i get I’ll switch your turn with I.N so you’ll have my cold hands on your body everyday”

You say kissing his neck, way too roughly, biting and sucking his soft skin. For sure he’s going to have marks all over his neck tomorrow, but there’s make up to cover it up right?

“Sofa, please”

You say looking in his eyes

“Fuck I love when you beg, it turns me on”

He says picking up by your thighs, walking to the small sofa in your living room.

“You get turned on easily huh?”

“Shut up, I bet that you’re wet since I came into your house”

He says sitting on the couch, your legs on each side of him

“I’m always wet when your around”

“Yeah? So many lost opportunities for my dick”

He says pouting, placing his hands on your ass

“None of my business”

You say smiling, kissing his lips again and again, his tongue sliding inside your mouth, so gently and sweet, he taste like good wine, and you feel you can almost get drunk just with his tongue (maybe you’re already are)

“Stop grinding on my dick or i will fuck you in this small sofa”

“Such a dirty mouth Christopher”

You say grinding on him once more

“Mmhph please don’t use that name”

“Why not whimper man?”

You say placing your hands on his abs

“Your accent, I don’t know it’s just, I don’t know”

“Wow, you have clear ideas”

You laugh getting more comfortable on his lap, even if there’s something hard hat almost bothers you.

“You know what I’ve been thinking the whole day? At the studio, in the shower, even while I was in the car to come here”

“What?”

“Your hands, and that thing that you said to me”

“Mh?”

You’re confused, trying to understand what his talking about

“Your handjobs”

“Ooooh that, why? I mean it’s just a handjob”

You say shrugging your shoulders

“Yeah but why they’re so special?”

“Oh you wanna know the key huh?”

He nods looking at you

“My job”

“They teach you how to do-“

“Nonono”

You laugh shaking your hands

“Because of my job I have to use a lot of massage oil, coconut oil and stuff like that, so my hands are soft”

“Oooh so that’s the key”

“Yeah, some love, and coconut oil or lube”

“So that’s why you smell like coconut”

You laugh

“Yes, but I have a question”

“What’s up?”

He asks

“Wanna try?”

“What?”

You look at him

“Oooh that? I-I mean if you want to”

“I’m asking for your consent Chris, I’ve teased you enough today”

You laugh

“You think? I’ve been hard the whole day, my balls might be turned blue, so it’s a yes”

“Give me a second okay?”

You leave a kiss on his lips and go to your bed room searching for the coconut oil (that of course it’s in your bed side table for scientific purposes👀) you glance quickly your self in the mirror and you’re a mess, but don’t mind it.

“Here I am”

You say, sitting once again on his lap

“Let me warm you up a little more yeah?”

You say kissing his lips way more roughly than the first time, and a moan slips into your mouth

“Here you are my favorite whimper boy”

You say grinding your hips on him

“Mhhphf, I’m not whimpering, it’s just that- it’s the first time that someone - I’m the one who’s on top usually”

“Uuuh we have a dom here mh? Interesting, but let me be the one in control tonight yeah?”

“Please…y/n it hurts please do something”

He says in a desperate tone, kissing you so roughly that your lips are going to be swollen tomorrow

You work with his pants, taking out his warm and hard cock, that is leaking pre-cum liquid

“So needy”

You look at him in the eyes, you open the little jar and squeeze it a couple of drops drop in your dominant hand

“Can I?”

“Yes, please y/n please”

You slowly trace you fingertips around the head of his dick, spreading the pre cum liquid, making his dick slippery.

You wrap your hand around his dick, stroking it up and down so slowly that he looks so desperate.

“God- Please move, this is so frustrating”

He says placing his hands on top of yours

“Ah-ah put this hands behind your back, you can’t touch it”

“But it’s my cock”

He says arguing

“You have two options, you can place your hands behind you back and let me do my job, or I can tie you up so can’t move at all”

You say still stroking his dick

“No, no okay, I’ll put them behind my back”

“Such a good boy”

You kiss his lips, a deep moan sleeping out of his mouth. You place your hand on the base of his dick, using a tighter grip then before, moving it up and down paying attention to his head and to the most sensitive part of it.

“Mhhphf-fuck”

You keep moving your hand on him, and you know that he’s close by the way he move his body, the way he breathe, and the way he’s looking at you, his hands on your ass has a tighter grip now

“Fuck, I’m about to cum, please, please don’t stop.”

And of course you don’t stop, you already played too much with him, you stroke his cock faster now and he cums, a warm load of white and thick liquid running down his dick. You lick your fingers smiling, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Fuck”

He giggles

“What-who are you? Jesus Christ I’m-”

You giggle with him

“Now I’ll have a boner every time you treat me at the studio, you and your stupid coconut oil”

You laugh louder now, knowing that it’s not a joke.

“You laughing at me?”

He asks looking at you

“Yeah, maybe”

You shrug your shoulders

“Right…let me see if you can handle Christopher, yeah?”

He gets up, picking you up on one of his shoulders

“Waaaaa, what does this mean? Chaaaaan put me down”

“Ahah, Chan is not available at the moment call him later”

He says picking up that stupid coconut oil and walking away from the couch

“Now, tell me where is your bed room”

-

-

A/N: I think this is my first real smut, uhm this is so embarrassing, imma eclisse my self bye love you

[portgasdwrld]

Strawhat reactions to a chiropractor or massage therapist joining their crew? (Sfw) I know they get injured and could use it.

I love those random ideas lately 😭helps me out if my writer block💕

📂Strawhat + chiropractor/massage therapist reader joining their crew

Mostly them reacting to you proposing them a session

Luffy

He’s so fucking excited. He’s jumping everywhere, begging to be your first client. He’s already laying down in your office to have his body cracked, but then you realize as you do it that his body is literally made of rubber and it’s impossible for you to work on him. When you tell him the news, he’s whining and tells you to try again😭 He’s all pouty so you decide to massage him and that put him out to sleep real quick. He went from sulking to sleeping. When he woke up, he commented about how good this was and truly he never felt this alive in a while.

Zoro

He would totally refuse at first and complain about how he doesn’t need it and how he only needs to rest a little (a good nap), and he will be fine. But then you actually try to convince him to do it, as you saw how much his body had to go through with his training, the battles, his poor sleep position… He finally agrees only after Chopper tells him how it can better his performance and make him feel more relaxed. He barely admits that it did in fact made him feel better, but now he jumps to the occasion whenever you propose it 🚶🏻‍♀️

Nami & Robin

The girls are so freaking happy especially Nami. She pretty much asks you for a session whenever she feels sore after working hard on maps or when she had to fight. She chats to you about life and tell you some gossips. She loves to make conversation and treat it a bit like a spa day.

Robin was down to try it, but she usually use her devil fruit if she feels sore somewhere and need to release some built up tension, because of stress or battles. Basically, she never needed someone for that, but after Nami told her how amazing you were, she gave it a try. She’s mostly silent and take this time to relax her body and empty her thoughts.

Usopp

He’s a bit scared at first because he heard some people talk about horror stories at the chiropractor. He heard some people got their bones cracked with no going back to normal or how some doctor were secretly psychopath 💀💀💀 To say the least, he really didn’t see the appeal to risk his life like this 😔 If you poke fun at his ego, he might do it just to prove it to you that he isn’t scared (his legs are shaking the moment he enters your office). He has difficulty relaxing which put you off , You have to wait for couple minutes, make him sips some relaxing tea. When it finally happens, he’s bragging about how cool it is and how everyone should do it🙄 there is legit nothing to be scared off pfff???

Sanji

I don’t know why, but I get the feel Sanji would somewhat be shy 😭 When you ask him if he wanna have a session to help with his stress, he would just look at you like 😳?? He would try to make analogy to food, like it’s a bit like how he hit(?) the meat before cooking it so it’s tender, but in that case it’s gonna make him relaxed. You kinda just stare and nod because whut 😭 He honestly could use it with all the cooking he does and the fights. He loved it but he got flustered a lot. He was red-shy when he left 🚶🏻‍♀️

Brook

He’s a skeleton.

Franky

Finally FRANKYYY, this man was BORN for this. He is so excited and is so talkative. He asks you when you started and why did it became your profession. He pretty much tell you to only focus on the back of his body because it’s less solid than the rest of his cyborg body. So you went in for a massage and he’s really vocal through it. As it ends, he tells you he’s happy you joined and he will be a regular which makes you laugh because you two are literally on the same boat lol 😭

[daisybianca]

pairing: lewis hamilton x femalereader

summary: lewis gives you secretly his number. you're hesitant to call him at first, but when you do, things get a little much more interesting.

warning: mentions of sexual activities, cursing words

(a/n): this is part one. Here's part two and part three.

YOU WERE STANDING in the loud crowd of people. Each one of them holding out a shirt, a picture, or a shirt to sign, including you.

You held out a white hat with a Mercedes emblem on it, hoping Lewis would notice it.

When he finally reached you, he looked at you for a few seconds and smiled.

What the...?!

He signed the hat and moved into the next person.

And when you turned around ready to leave, you looked down at your hat, seeing a phone number written on it.

Fuck.

"My best friend is a total idiot," your best friend shouted from the balcony of your apartment.

"Stop calling me an idiot!" You climbed out of bed. "Or at least try to be discreet with your very generous opinions about me and get your ass inside! I've got some deliciously hot neighbors who don't particularly need to know everything about me."

"Have you even been listening to me this whole time that I've been lecturing you about matters of life and death?" She sighed dramatically.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "A random guy giving me his number isn't a matter of life a death, if you ask me."

"Did you just call Lewis Hamilton a random guy? My husband of nine years?"

"Oh, stop acting like a blushing schoolgirl," You brought your fingers to your temple and massaged the flesh there as if the movement could erase the brutal headache. "Besides, you dragged me to that race. Maybe it's your chance to hook up with your crush-since-for-ever!"

Your best friend's eyes narrowed. "What are you suggesting, filthy woman?"

"You shoukd call him. I'll give you his number right away." You strolled to find your back, but a habd found your wrist, stopping you.

"You're a mad woman. That's a fact."

You fake smiled. "Stop complimenting me that much. I don't think red suits on my cheeks."

"I swear, you're insane. The only reason I'm still by your side is because until 11th grade, you had my back when I sneaked out for parties, hooking up with whoever had a penis and a 6 pack."

You turned to face your best friend, hands in your hips and lips tightly shut together.

"You're seriously going to turn down this offer?" She asked.

"I wouldn't exactly call it an offer."

Your best friend rolled her eyes. "Yes. I'd call it stupidity, actually!" She waved her hands dramatically in the air. "THE Lewis Hamilton flirted with you, and you didn't even notice. Then he gave you secretly his number, and you're freaking going to ignore it?!"

"And what am I supposed to do about it? He's just a normal guy. Don't make him look like he's some God himself."

"First of all, yeah. Lewis is a God himself. He's mouth-watering hot, almost an 8 times champion, has a very cute dog, an 8 pack to stare at all day long, and much, much money," your best friend explained. "You should definitely call him. At least try to figure out why he gave you his number." She added in a calmer tone.

You exhaled and grabbed the white hat curled up under the sheets of your king sized bed. Gazing at the number, you then bit your lips. "Fine," you gave in. "But I'll call him tomorrow so that I don't seem much desperate, okay?"

"He was the one to make a very, very bold first move, and now you're afraid of embarrassment?!" She growled. "Come on! We only live once. Live some adventure, have some great sex, and experience a true love! I haven't seen you going head over heels for someone except that John guy in college."

"It hasn't been a long time since college," you said, contemplating whether you should count the years or not. You choose the second one. "I'll call him tonight. But don't think I'm doing it because I'm actually interested! I'm doing it exclusively for you." You explained, playing with the hem of your summer blue dress. "He probably is an attention freak who only dates supermodels."

"Baby, I assure you," your best friend came and sat next to you, her hand wrapping around you and caressing your cheek. "Supermodels would kill to look like you."

A smile appeared on your lips, and you gazed at your best friend. She always had a special eay about cheering you up and getting you out of your moody and grumpy vibe.

"Tonight." You said.

This has many potential to go wrong, you thought.

You didn't like wrong. You like safe and steady. But what if your best friend was actually right? (For the very first time of your 20 years old friendship.)

"Tonight." She repeated and smirked.

You turned your head and analyzed the hat with the calligraphic black numbers on it.

This couldn't get any more embarrassing.

***

You let out a long, deep, and shaky breath, then dialed the number.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Three beebs later, a male voice answered the call. "Hello?" The tone was familiar and harsh, but you couldn't be entirely sure that it was him.

"Hey," your voice came out steady, much to your surprise.

"Who is it?" The man replied and now you were sure it was him.

The British accent.

"Um, I noticed a number written on my hat that you signed and--"

"You're the girl from the race?" He interrupted you very much, complicated thoughts that would sooner turn into much more complicated words.

"Yes," you replied hesitantly. "Maybe one of them, at least. In case you gave your number to a few more girls for fun."

A laughter sounded. It was bried but somehow contagious. "I assure you, love, I don't usually spread my number across my fans' hats and shirts."

Your senses kicked in, and the temperature rised in your body.

Love.

"So, why was I the chosen one?" You asked.

"Oh," Lewis growled. "Maybe I could answer that question face to face." He said and then added a few moments later, "Join me for dinner tonight, will you, love?"

You laughed. "Isn't it kind of early for us to meet?"

"I'm not going to kidnap you, I promise." You could basixally hear him smile on the other line. "You can bring a friend of your for more safety." He suggested.

"So that it could be two of us to be kidnapped, right?"

There was a moment of silence. "Not sure about that." He spoke a few seconds later. "I only want you to be honest."

You smiled.

Is he flirting with me?

Of course he's flirting with you, you idiot!

"Are you asking me out on a date?" You asked.

"Yes." He replied instantly. "I couldn't wait another torturing hour, anticipating a call or a text from you."

"Okay. I'm in then."

"What about tonight at 9 pm?" He asked.

It was about 7, so you guessed there was plenty of time to get ready.

"Yes, that'd be great." You smiled.

"Perfect. May I pick you up myself at nine?"

"I'm surely capable of driving my own car, don't you think?" You laughed.

"Maybe," he said. "But why actually do it if I can drive for you? I'll come pick you up myself, I promise."

"No cops, no kidnappers?" You joked.

"I promise."

Lewis Hamilton would drive for you...?

"Okay, then." You spoke. "See you tonight, Lewis. I'll text you the address."

You went to end the call, but he stopped you before tapping the red button. "Wait, wait--"

"Hmm?"

"What's your name, love?"

Your heart roared in your chest and your cheeks reddened.

You adored that nickname.

"Actually, this was the first thing that I would mention to a guy, but love sounds much better, don't you think?"

Lewis laughed. "Tell me your name, and I promise I'll use love every single time instead of it."

"Okay," you said. "I'm (y/n)."

A moment of silence occurred again. "Prettier than love, honestly."

"Maybe, but not when you're the one to say it." You smiled. "You know, that British accent can actually kill."

"Hmm," his voice sounded from the other line. "Weird thing. That is exactly what I could tell about your eyes, as well."

[heavyhitterheaux]

Meet Me At The Altar

AN: for those that don't know angst is my specialty so be prepared 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: Your dream wedding to the love of you life is quickly approaching and you couldn't be happier. Little did you know, Joe hasn't been completely honest with you and you get a lot more than you bargained for when it finally gets revealed

Pairing; Joe Burrow x Reader

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You twirled around to show your mom, older sister, and best friend your wedding dress as final alterations would be made to make sure that it fit you perfectly. You were due to become Mrs. Joseph Lee Burrow in about another month or so and the closer you got to the wedding date, the more that reality was setting in. You had planned out your wedding with your big sister Marlene ever since you were eight years old while she was ten but swore up and down that she would never get married. 

She claimed that boys were too much trouble and maybe she was right.

She had been married before.

And divorced before.

Twice by the age of twenty five.

But you always had hope, and sure enough your dreams came true when you had met Joe and he had swept you off your feet. No one could compare to him and you had even confessed to Marlene that you knew for a fact that he was going to propose to you.

Within three weeks of you telling her that, he did while on a trip for the two of you to the Bahamas.

The engagement would only last a total of eight months with the two of you wanting to walk down the aisle as soon as possible.

You looked over at all three of them to see them handing the box of kleenex to each other as tears brushed the corner of their eyes as they peered up at you.

“So, what do we think?” You asked them as your best friend and maid of honor Camille simply let out a sob.

“Umm, okay, so obviously Camille likes it. Just… girl…. Get yourself together. We have a month to go still. Now mom, Mar?”

“You look absolutely stunning and his jaw will hit the floor once he sees you.” Your mom said as she came over to you and grabbed your hand. She was proud that she raised two daughters who were successful and only wanted the best for the two of you.

“Gorgeous as ever, baby sister. He’s going to really love it. I’m so happy for you. Hopefully this is your first and last marriage. The last thing you want is to be like me and mess up not only once, but twice.”

“Mar, you simply learned a lesson from it. It’s not the fact that you messed up. You truly thought that the both of them were your forever, but it’s their loss anyway. I know how amazing my big sister is even if they don’t.” You said while smiling at her as she came to squeeze your other hand that wasn’t occupied by your mom.

“All they have to do is take in the back a little more and it’ll be a perfect fit.”

You had turned the key into your front door and was met with hearing the sound of the television from the living room. You figured that was where Joe was and you followed the sound to find him knocked out with your puppy Jonah that was a gift for you from Valentine’s Day earlier this year laying at his feet. You took the opportunity to hop into his lap while kissing his cheek. He woke up startled, but immediately relaxed as he saw that it was you and wrapped his arms around you.

“Mmm, when’d you get back, baby?”

“Just now, but you were too busy sleeping to hear me come in.”

“Did everything go okay with your fitting?” Joe asked as he was now massaging small circles along your back and kissed your forehead.

“Yes, and I’m so excited for you to see it. She has to take the back in a little bit at the top and it should be fine.”

“And it’s loose enough so….?”

“I’m not even showing yet so when we want to let everyone know we can, but for now it can stay between us.”

“But we have another month to go.”

“I promise that the design of the dress will make it very hard to tell if anyone is in there.” You said as Joe placed his left hand on your somewhat flat stomach before smiling at you.

“Can’t believe we’re going to be parents too. I couldn’t see myself doing this with anyone else.”

“Me either. Ever since that first date, I couldn't get away from you since.”

“Well, damn. You make it sound like I’m sort of a stalker.” Joe said and you simply laughed.

“You were very persistent I should say.”

“And being persistent led to me finding my wife.”

“And also led to you getting me pregnant.”

“Well it’s not like you exactly said no and you weren’t complaining when I had your legs on my shoulders.”

“Touche, Burrow.” 

“Calling it like I see it, baby.”

As the wedding date got closer, you noticed how Joe seemed like he was distancing himself from you. You just assumed it was because he had a lot going on and wanted to get finished before the two of you walked down the aisle so that all of his focus would be on you and the little life growing inside you. 

But maybe you were overreacting. 

Then again, he would be waking up early and coming home later more frequently. He would always tell you the night before if that would be the case for the following day, however, he hadn’t been doing that either which left you confused.

You knew your fiance inside and out and knew that there was something off about him so you took it upon yourself to send him a text around 3 pm asking him what time you would expect him back home. 

You- Joeyyyyy

He replied about seven minutes later.

Future Hubby- Yes, baby? You okay?

You- I’m fine, when should I expect you? I’m making food for us

Future Hubby- I’ll try to be back around 8 but no promises

You- I’ll expect you at 8 because your future wife hasn’t seen you all day and I miss you so make it happen

Future Hubby- Yes ma’am. You know you’re my priority. I’ll be there as soon as I can

You- Can’t wait 

“Is that her again?” Marlene asked Joe as the two of them were tangled up in her white bedsheets with her laying her head on his chest.

“Yeah, it is. I promised her that I would be back by eight so I need to leave soon.”

“When are you going to leave her? You said that we would be together and you keep putting it off.”

“First of all Mar, I’m cheating on my soon to be wife with her older sister. It’s a little more complicated than that. And when the hell did I ever say that? I never planned on leaving her for you. Let’s be real.”

“How so? And you have said it..”

“Do you not care about your little sister’s feelings at all?” Joe questioned her and she immediately rolled her eyes.

“Well, do you? I see that you’re here in my bed and not at home with her so what does that tell you exactly?”

All Joe did was sigh.

“She’s pregnant Marlene. I’m not about to do that to her.”

“Just pay child support, she’ll be okay. And besides, I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

“What?”

“I’m pregnant too.”

Joe realized that he had only one month to go before he walked down the aisle to you, he wanted to spend as much time as he could with Marlene. The two of them had been sneaking behind your back for a while and as much as Joe was trying to cut it off, he didn’t have enough strength in him to do it. Something about her kept him wanting more and pulled him back in every single time.

The first encounter happened when she came over to the house, still distraught about her latest divorce being finalized. The two of them had been legally separated and Marlene wanted to see if they would be able to work things out, but it didn’t go like she wanted it to. She was looking for you, but Joe, seeing her so upset, invited her to come in and said that if he could help her in any way to tell him.

He helped her alright.

Making her cum over and over again in the bed that you two shared.

And you had no idea. 

But why would you suspect anything?

She was your older sister, your ride or die, one of your best friends that you trusted with your life so why did she feel the need to go behind your back like this?

Truth be told, she didn’t know why.

You were her baby sister and she would murder anyone who caused or brought any harm towards you, yet she was the main one doing it.

When she thought about it, keeping it a secret from you was the best thing that they could possibly do, but secrets eventually get revealed and she knew that she wasn’t ready to face you. There was no excuse in the world that she could give to you that would make you forgive her and she knew that.

Joe was everything to you and oftentimes you would confide in her about him and about your relationship.

She had never seen you so happy and even though she was happy for you, she couldn’t help but to feel jealous also.

She had already been married and divorced twice.

When was it going to be her turn to feel an ounce of happiness?

Joe was silent for a few minutes while trying to get his thoughts together.

“When did you find out?” Joe asked as he hung his head in disbelief. He could hide a lot of things from you, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide an entire human.

“About two weeks ago.”

“How far along are you and are you keeping it?”

Marlene got a confused look on her face and couldn’t believe that he had just asked her that.

“Are you serious? Of course I’m keeping it. And I’m about a month and some change in.”

“And we’re going to explain this to your sister how? Especially if they look like me! And that means you’ll be due before her. Fuck!”

“So I’ll actually get to have your first born and not her. I thought that you would be a little more excited than this.”

“Move so I can get dressed.”

Joe was now sitting across from you eating his dinner in silence and you couldn’t take it anymore. He had been quiet since he had gotten back home, only barely kissing you on the cheek and nothing else. You could tell that something was bothering him and you were going to try your hardest to get it out of him.

“Babe?” You said, but was met with silence.

“Baby?”

Silence.

“Joe?”

Silence.

“Joey?”

Silence.

“JOSEPH!”

“HUH?! What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is that I’ve been calling you for the last two minutes and all you’re doing over there is staring into space. Baby, what is wrong with you? You’ve been off for these last couple of weeks.”

“I’m sorry, I just…. I’m tired, that's all. Wedding planning is a lot but I wanted to make sure that everything was the way that you wanted.”

“But it’s your wedding too, not just mine.”

“I know, but you know I’ll always do anything that I can to see you smile. I just love you a whole lot and I don’t want you to ever forget that.”

“Why would I ever forget that? And I love you too, more than anything.”

“We never know what tomorrow might bring and you know I’m always going to tell you how much I love you every chance that I get.”

“Are you sure that there’s nothing else bothering you?” You asked, looking across the table at him concerned.

“No, I promise.”

“Okay, well I promised to call Mar before I went to sleep so I’m about to go and do that while you finish.”

“I got it, baby. Just go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

“Okay.” You got up from the table while putting your plate and glass in the sink before going over to Joe and leaning down to kiss him. He eagerly kissed you back and it almost seemed as if it was desperate.

Like you were going to disappear into thin air once he broke away from you.

“I love you and I’ll never get tired of saying that, you mean everything to me and I can’t wait to marry you.” You said while smiling at him and running a hand through his hair.

“I love you too and you know that no one else compares to you. Can’t wait to change your last name.”

All you did was smile in return before leaving the kitchen and making your way to your shared bedroom as Joe was trying to come to terms with the mess that he had now made. How could he go into your marriage with this hanging over his head? It was only a matter of time before Marlene said something and he felt as if he had to do it first.

But knowing this, you probably wouldn’t forgive him so the wedding would be off the table. But he knew that you were the one for him and that he didn’t want to marry anyone else. No one else compared to you and he was beside himself thinking about how he had been hurting you these last few months going behind your back with someone who is that close to you. 

He didn’t know what to do and he obviously couldn’t tell anyone about it, so he had to come to a decision by himself.

And time was running out.

It was now two days before the wedding and Camille was trying to whisk you out the door since you would be staying with her until it was time to say ‘I do’. But you were too busy lip locking with Joe.

“Girl, will you come on?! You can have all the kisses you want from your man in two days because I promise you that he’s not going anywhere. JOSEPH! UNHAND HER NOW!”

“Camille, you have always been such a hater.” Joe responded before kissing the side of your mouth and finally letting you go.

“And I’ll be that because you are cutting into our quality girl time.”

All you did was laugh as Joe rolled his eyes.

“I guess I can let you go then. Less than 48 hours until we’re married.”

“I know and it just seems so surreal.”

“Can’t wait for you to meet me at the altar.” Joe whispered to you before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“And I’ll be the one in white.”

“Off-white, baby. Ain’t nothing virgin about your ass.”

“CAMILLE!”

“What? What did I say?”

Camille was now treating you to lunch at one of your favorite restaurants and she could tell that something was off and that you were deep in thought.

“I’ve known you since we were ten and I know you like the back of my hand. Spill it.”

“I…. Joe has been distant this past month and I don’t understand why.”

“Joe? Distant? Are we talking about the same person because? The one who was just all over you literally sucking your face off? That Joe?”

“Yeah, it’s weird. I kept asking him about it and all he said was that he was tired from all the things that we had to do for the wedding but it was weird. I could tell that he was hiding something because then he said something along the lines of for me to never forget how much he loves me and he’s always going to show that he does.”

“Hmm cold feet, you think?”

“No, that’s not it. But something is definitely off with him.”

“You’re probably thinking into this too much, babe. That man loves you and absolutely worships the ground that you walk on. Anytime you walk into a room, I swear his face lights up. He probably has wedding jitters. Everything is going to be fine.”

“You’re probably right, I just don’t want to lose him.”

“And you’re not going to. If he ever hurts you, you know me and Marlene will kick his ass. Now let’s go and get you married.”

“You look absolutely amazing.” You hear your mother say from behind you as she caught your eye in the mirror.

“Thank you, mom. Can’t wait for the rest of our lives together.” You said as you felt the tears coming on, but immediately heard Camille screech.

“NO! DO NOT CRY YET! YOU CAN ONLY CRY WHEN YOU SEE JOE! DO NOT MESS UP MY WORK WITH YOUR EMOTIONS! HOLD IN TOGETHER FOR ANOTHER TWO MINUTES.”

“Damn, who are you? The crying police?”

“I will stab you with my makeup brush, but I don’t think that your husband will appreciate that, but don’t push me Y/N!”

“Just for that I’m crying right when the music starts.”

“Make sure you don’t ugly cry. That won’t be cute for the wedding photos.”

Next thing you knew, it was time to walk down the aisle to your forever love.

With your arm locked with your fathers, you heard the wedding march and slowly began to make your ways towards Joe. When he looked up and saw you, his jaw immediately hit the floor. Once you finally reached him, your dad placed a kiss on your cheek before placing your hand in Joe’s who then brought it up to his lips to place a light kiss on it. 

Even now with him standing in front of you, you could tell that something was off. You figured that it would have gone away by now, but something was wrong and today was going to be the day that you got it out of him and wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. The last thing that you wanted was for your marriage to start out with the two of you keeping secrets from each other. 

But little did you know that he was about to tell you and that he was going to do it when you least expected it. 

When it was time to say his vows, Joe looked at you and saw how you were looking up at him with so much admiration and he knew. He knew at that moment that he had to come clean and would deal with the consequences later. 

As the preacher looked towards Joe for him to say ‘I do.’ he said something else instead.

“I… I can’t say that until I tell you something.”

Your cheeks started to get hot and your heart rate had increased. You looked up at him in a state of panic and rightfully so.

But then you heard Marlene’s voice behind you. 

“He’s been sleeping with me for the last four months and got me pregnant.”

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Massage- Jack Grealish x Reader

Y/N paused the episode she was watching when she heard her boyfriend coming down the stairs. He slumps down in the spot next to her and sighs heavily.

"You alright?" She asked.

"Yeah I'm good." He replied.

Y/N looks at him. His eyebrows are furrowed, his jaw is clenched and his shoulders are hunched together.

"You sure?" She asks with a frown.

She raises her eyebrow at him. Jack again let's out another sigh.

"Just worried that's all."

"Worried?" She laughs. "You?"

"Big game coming up." Jack bites his lip. "I can't screw this up."

"Well you are not going to screw this up." She assured him.

"I need the goals Y/N." He looks at her. "I don't want to lose my spot."

"But you won't." She smiled. "You been brilliant recently you heard the fans cheering your name? Super...Super Jack."

She begun to sing the infamous chant. Jack huffs a small smile but he remained tense.

"It is just always in the back of my mind ya know." He said his voice quiet.

Y/N sighs. Although her boyfriend has been on fire at Manchester City since the World Cup he still thinks he needs to do better he thinks he still needs to prove himself to the manager, his teammates and the fans having all that burden and worry on his shoulders it sometimes does weigh him down.

I wish I can take all the stress away from him.

Then she had an idea.

"Say..." She scooted closer to him. "How about a massage?"

"I haven't got the time to book one of those Y/N."

"No no." She shakes her head. "I'll do it."

Jack blinks.

"You?"

"Uh huh." Her hands rest on his shoulders. "I can make you...relaxed." She grinned.

Jack looked conflicted.

"I don't know."

"Oh come on...we barely spend time together as it is...this is a perfect opportunity." She gives him a devilish smirk. "I don't bite."

Jack gives her a knowing look knowing so well she totally knows how to bite with the amount of love bite marks she leaves him every time they have sex he always has to cover it up with a snood in training. Eventually the footballer gives in.

"Alright fine but go easy on me okay?"

" Of course... " She again smirks.

"...I'll be gentle."

..........

Jack sat on the bed with nothing expect his boxers on. Y/N sat behind him. She squirts some oil on her hands.

"Alright we'll do the shoulders first."

She then begins to rub the oil into his shoulders. Jack let out a groan as his girlfriend digs her nails into his skin. She applies pressure to the back of his neck and slowly feels the tension melting away from Jack's shoulders.

"Is that good?"

" Hmm. " He replied.

"Side to the side...yeah! That's it! Good...Good."

Jack turns his head and allows her to access all the hidden spots. He again groans as she pushes her fingers into those spots. After a while Y/N let's to and asks.

"How does that feel?"

Jack rolls his shoulders and nods.

"Great it feels great."

"Relaxed yet?"

"A little bit."

"So you want more?" He nods with a cheeky grin. "Alright on your stomach then."

Jack did as he was told. Y/N got so more oil and starts to rub it into his back.

"Fuck that feels so good." He muttered under his breath.

Y/N rubs up and down his board, muscular back. She licks her lips as his muscles clench under her touch. She then used her elbows to apply pressure. She digs into his back and she made sure every part of his back is covered in oil. As Jack enjoyed the massage Y/N uses one hand to lower his boxers. With a smirk she grabs his ass cheek and squeezes it.

"Y/N!" He yelps in shock.

She gives him an innocent smile.

"All part of the process honey."

Jack turns his head and frowns.

"I don't remember the City staff grabbing my ass?"

"Yeah but mine is special one of a kind you could say you can't get this deal anywhere else I do the whole package here...I mean the whole package."

She waggled her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. Jack raises his eyebrow an amused expression shows on his face.

"Really?"

"But I can stop if you like..."

"Nah." He shakes his head. "Keep going...I like it."

"So you should this is a five star service baby." Y/N opens the drawers. "Just need to add more pressure." She gets out several items and puts it in front of her. "Okay but first I need you to go up slightly I want that pretty little ass in my face."

Jack obeyed with a "Yes Ma'am."

Then Y/N slides one finger in.

"Fuck!" Jack cursed.

His girlfriend goes in and out. She then slides another two fingers in. She saw Jack's muscles becoming tense underneath her.

"That's it baby! You are all nice and stretched for me!"

Jack goes face down on the pillow and moans.

"Damm! Y/N."

Y/N kept her fingers steady as she continued to fuck her boyfriend. While she did that she looked for the spot she knew would make Jack fall apart. Just then she heard a sharp intake of breath coming from below. She smirks at his reaction.

"Right there?" She pressed her fingers on the spot again.

"Fuck yes! Right there...Right there." Jack gasped.

His face is starting to turn pink and sweat is forming on his brow. His girlfriend marvelled at his reaction. She was enjoying this.

She again presses down on the spot.

"Does that feel good?"

"God yes!"

Jack closes his eyes. His legs started to shake. Y/N runs a hand down his thighs and smiles. Then she removes her fingers and leans forward.

"What's the password?" She whispered in his ear.

Jack tensed up at that question.

"Sunflower." He answered his voice already starting to sound breathless.

Her boyfriend knew what is coming next.

"Good boy." She cooed to him as she opens the lube. Once the dildo was glistening with lube Y/N straps it on herself. "You ready for my cock now baby?"

A weak "Yes!" Followed. Y/N then positions the tip in her boyfriend's entrance.

"I'm going to go slowly if you want me to stop just say the password okay?"

Once she got Jack's approval she starts to slowly insert herself in. When the cock head was inside Jack gripped the bedsheets tight.

"You okay?" She asked with concern. Jack nods. "You want me to continue?" Another nod. So she continued to push in while keeping her hands on his hips.

She rubs his back and his hips as he let out a whimper. He buried his head in the pillow and enjoyed the feeling of his girlfriend inside him.

"Ahh Y/N! That feels so fucking good!"

Y/N's hips are flushed with his ass. It felt so good it felt so hot Y/N can already feel the heat forming at the bottom of belly.

"Please Y/N." He begged her.

Not wanting Jack to wait any longer she slowly lets herself out. When no sound of discomfort or pain came from Jack she then thrusts herself in. Jack gasps and moans with pleasure the noise is like music to her ears.

"That's it baby that's it." She praised him as she continued to thrust him. "You are doing so well!"

He curses her name again followed by a series of pleas, moans and begs that only encouraged her to pick up the pace. God Jack Grealish produced some beautiful fucking sounds.

As she pounded into him she felt his length slapping against her stomach every time she bottomed out. He pushes his ass into her and cries out as the need to release started to consume him.

"Y/N...I got to...I got to... " He grits his teeth as another wave of pleasure hits him. He grips the bedsheets so tight his knuckles started to turn white. "Please Y/N!" He whines her name.

God he sounded so fucking hot.

Y/N leans forward.

"Baby! Cum...Cum for me cum on my cock!"

The last part she said in a stern tone. Jack let out a cry as he let's it all out. Y/N throws her head back and cherishes the sounds that came from his lips. Once Jack came down from his high Y/N removes herself and turns him gently on his side. The bedsheets are stained but she will deal with that later. She then got a wet towel from the bathroom and stars rubbing it on her boyfriend's burning body.

"How do you feel?" She asked him.

Jack lifts his head up to look at her.

"Knackered." He answered.

She chuckled at that.

"And relaxed?" She teased him.

He flops back down on the pillow and lets out a sigh.

"God that was intense." He muttered as he turns his head towards her. "Sorry sweetheart but I think it is for the best if the professionals do it in the future."

She does a playful jab to his arm.

"Hey!" He said pretending to be mad.

He then laughs and pulls her in against his chest. He kisses her head.

"I'm joking...Nah I am actually being serious now I really loved it. It definitely took my mind off things. I am feeling stress free. " He grinned.

"Mission accomplished." She grins back.

Jack leans forward and brushes his lips against hers. She responds and kisses him back. His hand then goes under her shirt towards her bra. Y/N raises her eyebrow at him.

"You sure?"

He replies with a devilish smirk.

His girlfriend quickly removes her clothes and joins him under the covers.

The End

[enchantedrose]

MONSTA X Changkyun ~ Massage

this man is so fine omggg lolll. this is my first story on here so please don’t hate me lolll. some smut and sensual activity. please enjoy. :)

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Nora: “I’m sorry I have to take off like that.” My friend Nora says.

Y/n: “It’s okay Nora. It’s totally understandable.”

Nora: “My co worker Changkyun could do your massage for you though. That is, if you want him to. If not I can totally reschedule you.”

Y/n: “No it’s okay. Changkyun should be fine.”

Nora: “Okay then. I’ll contact Changkyun and you can probably just go the same time I had your appointment for.”

Y/n: “Thanks Nora.”

Nora: “Of course Y/n. I have to go. Enjoy your massage and tell me what you think about Changkyun.” She says before laughing a little and winking.

Y/n: “Okay.” I say chuckling a little. “Bye Nora.” I say waving to her.

Nora: “Bye Y/n.” She says waving before we end the FaceTime. I open my phone and go to Instagram and search up Changkyun and the first person that comes up is Im Changkyun. I don’t know if it really is him but if it is, he’s pretty hot. I look through his posts and from the looks of it, it might be him but I’m still not sure. After a few minutes, I get a text from Nora.

Nora: 📲 Changkyun said he’d do it. 📲 She texts me.

Y/n: 📱Okay thanks Nora. Same time? 📱

Nora: 📲 Yes. Hope you enjoy your massageeee. 😉 📲

Y/n: 📱What does the winking emoji mean? 📱 I ask her while laughing. I wait for her to answer but she doesn’t say anything. “Well, I guess I’ll find out later.”

A few days later:

Y/n: “Man am I glad I’m getting a massage later.” I say rubbing my neck. Then, I hear a knock on my door. “Come in.” I say and I see my coworker come in. Well, coworker and best friend.

Kihyun: “Hey Y/n-ah.” He says shutting the door.

Y/n: “Hey Ki.” I say looking at some papers. “What’s up?”

Kihyun: “This.” He says setting a paper on my desk. “Boss needs you to do it.” He says making me groan.

Y/n: “More work. Great.” I say rubbing my neck again.

Kihyun: “You feeling okay?” He asks a little worried.

Y/n: “Yeah. Just a little stressed.” I say shutting my eyes a little as I rub my neck.

Kihyun: “I get it. I am too.” He says before sighing a little. “Well, I guess I better go back to my office.” He says and I nod a little. “See you later Y.”

Y/n: “Bye Ki.” I say as he leaves my office.

A while later:

Y/n: I walked into the office and see a lady sitting at the desk. She sees me and then talks to me.

Lady: “Hi! Welcome in! You’re Y/n right?”

Y/n: “Yeah I am.” I say walking to the desk.

Lady: “You can go on ahead to the third door on the left. Nora told us about you already.” She says smiling.

Y/n: “Oh. Thank you.” I say and smile before bowing and walking to the room. I knock on the door and I hear a voice before opening it. I then see the man from the Instagram account I saw.

Changkyun: “Hi. I’m Changkyun.” He says putting his hand out for a handshake and I shake his hand. “You are Nora’s friend, right?”

Y/n: “Yeah. Y/n.” I say as we bring our hands down.

Changkyun: “Well you ready for your massage?”

Y/n: “Yes.” I say chuckling a little.

Changkyun: “Well, you can strip as much as you feel comfortable. I have a towel for you to cover up with.”

A few minutes later:

Y/n: I’m laying on my stomach getting ready for the massage when I feel Changkyun carefully put some oil on my back.

Changkyun: “I doubt it would but if I need to stop for a minute just tell me okay?” He asks and I just mumble an ‘okay’ to him before he goes to start the massage. The way the massage feels and the way his hands are working makes me moan out a little.

A little while later:

Changkyun: “Would you like to sit up and I’ll rub your shoulders a little that way?” He asks and I just mumble a little answer to him before he helps me sit up. Once I get sat up, Changkyun goes behind me and starts to rub my shoulders again. As he’s doing it, I tend to moan a little again as I can definitely feel the weight being lifted off of my shoulders. That, and Changkyun’s hands feel so damn fucking good it’s insane. Then, we hear a knock on the door and it cracks open.

Lady: “Changkyun, will you close up when you’re done? I have an emergency and I have to leave.”

Changkyun: “Yeah I got it. Be safe.” He says before she shuts the door. “So,” he asks me breaking the silence, “you feel better than before?” He asks still rubbing my shoulders.

Y/n: “Oh yeah. For sure.” I say before moaning out a little again. “Your hands feel so fucking good.” I say before covering my mouth in shock. “Oh fuck. Why did I fucking say that?” I say and I hear him chuckle.

Changkyun: “Well, I’m glad to know I make you feel good.” He says chuckling again. God, why is this man so hot? Then, all of a sudden, he moves his hands away from my shoulders, making me whine a little from the loss of contact. He just chuckles again as he walks in front of me. “I know we just met and all, but I think it’s obvious we both want each other.” He says looking into my eyes. “Isn’t it?” He asks making me nod hesitantly. “Use your words baby.”

Y/n: “Yeah. I want you so fucking bad.” I say hesitate. He just chuckles before I see him move his head down a little. He starts softly kissing and sucking on my neck making me moan out a little again. His hands move to my waist as he continues sucking before I hear him speak again.

Changkyun: “It’s not everyday I meet someone like you.” He says before kissing my neck again.

Y/n: “It’s not everyday I meet someone I wanna fuck.” I say before moaning again as he chuckles a little again. He moves his face away from my neck and looks at me before kissing me. As we make out, I move my arms around his neck as his hands are still on my waist. When we break loose for a minute, I look into his eyes before speaking again. “Please don’t tell Nora that we did this together.” I say before he chuckles again.

Changkyun: “Don’t worry.” He says moving his right hand up to my jaw, slightly caressing it. “I wasn’t planning on it.” He says before kissing me again. As he kisses me, he slowly moves his hands down to unbutton and unzip my shorts. As he grabs the waistband, he goes to pull them down when I stop him.

Y/n: “Wait. What if someone hears us?” I ask him stopping him from pulling my shorts down. He just brings his right hand up to my cheek and caresses it before speaking again.

Changkyun: “It’s just us two baby. Everyone else has left.” He says and pecks my forehead before moving his hand back down to the waistband. He goes to pull my shorts down again and I push myself up to help him get them down and then he takes his off. When he gets done, he puts his middle finger against my cunt to feel my panties. “Damn baby. You’re already wet for me.” He says softly rubbing me over my panties. He then moves his hand so he can grip the waistband of my panties and pulls those down leaving me fully naked in front of him. He licks two of his fingers and brings them down to my cunt, slowly rubbing me.

Y/n: “C-Changkyun…” I say moaning a little. He sticks his fingers in me and pumps in and out making me grip his muscles tightly.

Changkyun: “Does it feel good baby? Do I make you feel good?” He asks still pumping. I mumble a quick ‘yes’ as he continues pumping his fingers and after about a minute, I can feel it happening.

Y/n: “Changkyun… I-I’m gonna-“

Changkyun: “Cum for me baby.” He says and almost immediately after, I cum all over his fingers. He continues pumping for a moment to ride out my orgasm before taking his hand away and licking and sucking his hand where I cummed. After he finishes, he licks my cunt to finish getting the rest of it before I see him take off his boxers, where I see his dick.

Y/n: “Holy shit.” I say looking at it. “How are you going to fit in me? You’re huge.” I say shocked making him chuckle a little.

Changkyun: “Get ready baby.” He says aligning himself before slowly pumping in. “Holy shit. You’re so tight.” He says throwing his head back groaning.

Y/n: “Changkyun… Stop for a minute…” I say as I feel a few tears fall. Changkyun sees and speaks again.

Changkyun: “Hang on baby. The pain will be gone in a second.” He says kissing away the tears. After a few minutes, I start to feel the pain go away.

Y/n: “Okay.” I say breathily. He then starts pumping slowly to let me get used to it, both of us groaning and moaning at the feeling. He kisses me as he’s pumping and I wrap my arms around his neck again.

Changkyun: “Fuck baby.” He says breaking loose for a moment. He speeds up on his thrusting a little as we both can tell we’re getting close. He thrusts a few more times before I speak again.

Y/n: “Changkyun-“

Changkyun: “Cum baby.” He says and I cum a moment after and he thrusts a few more times before pulling out and cumming. “Fuck…” He says throwing his head back. I lean back against the massage bed trying to catch my breath when I see Changkyun put his boxers back on. “Damn baby. You look fucked out.” He says looking at me while smiling. I just smile back as I sit up. 

Y/n: “I don’t know what was better. The massage or that.” I say causing both of us to chuckle. He hands me my clothes and I put mine back on before he speaks again.

Changkyun: “Want to go get dinner?” He asks as I sit back on the massage bed. I shake my head as a no before I speak.

Y/n: “How about we go to your apartment? I’m too tired to go out.” I say and he smiles before pulling me up again.

Changkyun: “Sounds like a plan.”

[fanfoolishness]

a rain that sounds like home (2/8)

After the destruction of Tantiss, the Bad Batch is safe at last. As Crosshair begins to recover from his injuries, it becomes apparent that not all of his scars are physical, and that guilt and grief are wounds that cut deeper than any blade. His family is determined to be there for him -- if only he can let them in.

Canon-compliant, focusing on PTSD, amputation recovery, and sibling grief, with plenty of whump, hurt/comfort, and emotional catharsis. Set shortly after the return from Tantiss and my fic Breaching the Wall. 43,000 words total.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

Chapter 2: Shattered.

Omega misses Echo, and reaches out to another brother. Crosshair tries to be there for her. 3600 words.

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He blinked his eyes open, squinting against sudden daylight flooding the shuttle.  A heavy weight pressed in on his ribcage, and he coughed.  “Ugh!  Batcher!  All right, all right, I’m getting up.”

Crosshair sat up in his bunk, years of long practice keeping his back and neck bent to avoid hitting his head on the low ceiling.  He poked his head out and swung his legs over the side of the bunk, glancing around.  Wrecker and Hunter’s bunks were empty.  Batcher had obediently stopped smothering him and gone over to bother Omega, who was laying on her back staring up at the ceiling with her hands beneath her head.

“You’re not up either?”

Her pensive face scrunched up as she pondered the question.  “I was earlier.  When Echo left.”

“Ah.”  He’d still been asleep; he and Echo had said their goodbyes last night.  “He told me he was waiting to say goodbye to you.”

“I know he’s helping Rex and the other clones… I know he chose his own way.”  She shifted, laying one arm over her eyes and frowning.  “I just miss him already.”

There was something flat in her voice that disquieted him.  It was bothering Batcher, too; the hound rested her vast head on Omega’s leg, whimpering slightly.

“He’ll be back soon.  And he’ll keep in touch.  You know he will,” said Crosshair.

“I know.”

An odd silence filled the room, the absence of Omega’s cheerful chatter notable.  “Everything else… fine?” he asked cautiously.  He knew Omega was better about talking about this stuff than he was, but that didn’t mean she was great at it, not when it came to herself.  She could be just as good at hiding things as he was when she put her mind to it.  Ran in the family, he supposed.

She let out a huff.  “Well, I don’t like this ship.  I’m sick of it.”

“Ship’s a ship,” he said.  But he thought back to his walk with Echo last night, the way the silhouette of the shuttle had seemed so alien.  “But it’s no Marauder.”

She sat up swiftly, staring intently at him with large brown eyes.  She swallowed.  “You don’t like it either.”

He shrugged.  “Well, if you can believe it, there’ll be a house soon enough.”  It was taking more shape every day, but he still had a hard time thinking of it as theirs.  Maybe once they’d actually moved in and finished all the last details.  He tried to remember how giddy Omega had been that first day, when the walls went up.  He’d felt some of that hope, too, but it seemed a distant memory today.

She reached out absently, patting Batcher at an awkward angle, rubbing her fur the wrong way. Batcher let out a questioning rumble and Omega looked down in surprise, then adjusted her petting.   “I know.  I’m -- excited!  I am.  It’s just still hard to believe,” she said, her voice trailing off.

He tilted his head, frowning.  He hadn’t seen her like this since those days on Tantiss together, the days when her brimming hope ebbed low, when she sat against his door with her back to him, head down, pretending she wasn’t near tears.  The ghost of his right hand fired, raw and painful.  He massaged the base of the stump, trying to remind his brain there was no hand there anymore.  The skin prickled and sparked.

“Wrecker and Hunter are probably down there right now,” he tried, half-distracted by his arm.  His mouth pulled in a grimace before he could hide it from her.  “Come on.  We could go join them.  I’m sure there’s something they could find for us to do --”

She got to her feet too quickly, rubbing her face.  “I’ll meet you there later,” she said, her voice tight, pitched too high.  She hurried off to her boots and jammed them on.  “Come, Batcher!” she called, and they were gone before he’d got his first boot on.

His stomach sank.  Something was bothering the hell out of her, and she didn’t want to talk about it.  Should he let her go?  It was an island, after all; she wasn’t going to run off somewhere she could get hurt.  

Maybe she just needed to be alone.  After their return to Tantiss, it had been rare for any of them to be on their own: sleeping near each other, traveling around the island together.  None of them had wanted to let Omega out of their sight.  It was possible she was finally getting sick of all this togetherness and needed some time on her own.

But it hadn’t felt like she was running off with the hound to go have fun, or to see Lyana, the cadets, or the remaining kids from Tantiss.  Crosshair finished slipping his boots on and set out after her, trying to ignore the lingering lightning rippling up his arm.

She and Batcher were easy enough for him to spot, even without a scope.  Omega’s golden hair and Batcher’s distinctive profile cut through the hustle and bustle of the marketplace, heading to --

Crosshair winced.  He watched as Omega opened the door of the Archium, held it for the hound, then slipped inside.

He strode across the plaza, but even with his long legs it took a few minutes to cross.  He slowed down as he approached the Archium, his breath coming a little faster.  He drew up to the doors and paused.

He hadn’t been in here since the night Omega was taken back to Tantiss.

With disbelief he counted back, realizing that only a few scant weeks had passed since then.  It felt like a year ago.  A lifetime ago.  

Before that night they’d had plans -- plans to go on the run again, to move from place to place, to protect Omega and keep the Empire off their backs.  They’d resigned themselves to a life hidden in the shadows and on the edges if that was what it took to protect her.  And then in one night they’d lost the Marauder, Wrecker had been injured, Omega was gone, and he’d missed their only chance to track her.

He swallowed.  Tried to tell himself he’d done everything he could.  In that moment, at least it hadn’t been his hand betraying him -- it’d been the stormtroopers, the timing, the unexpected acceleration of the ship.  Hadn’t it?

But there was a part of him that couldn’t think back on that night without a wave of guilt.  He glanced down at his wrist, letting out a long breath.  The pain was fading again.  At least… at least now there was nothing left to shake.  

Cold comfort, but he’d take it.

He rested his hand on the outer wall of the building and considered heading inside.  He could ask Omega how she was doing.  Make sure she was settling in well.  Maybe she’d want to talk about --

He thought of the shattered goggles lurking at the periphery of his vision when he argued with Omega, when he sat alone uselessly waiting for Wrecker to wake up, when he forced out the details of his last-ditch, desperate plan.

He sat huddled next to Wrecker, his brother laid out and unconscious, his hand jerking, twisting, shaking so badly against his leg the gauntlet rattled against his greave.  He tried to keep his mind off Omega, off his failure, tried and failed.  And out in the shadows were Tech’s goggles staring back at him, a fractured, ruined accusation --

He turned around, leaned against the wall beside the door, and slid down to sit on the cool, hard stone.  He rested his head back against the cool stone.  He’d wait out here.  

He tried to distract himself from the memories insistent in his head.  He looked up into the wide blue sky, half-searching for Echo’s ship, though he knew he was long gone.  Wishful thinking, he supposed.  

All that remained was the faint haze in the atmosphere left behind from Echo’s trail.  A planet like this with almost nonexistent space travel could hold ship trail patterns in the clouds for hours, if conditions were right, and if one had exceptional vision.  He picked out the faintest disturbed smudge in a wide bank of cumulonimbus clouds, deciding that that might have been Echo’s doing.  

He remembered something they’d talked about, last night on the colonnade. “I’ll keep an eye out for a prosthetic,” Echo had said.  “If you want it, we’ll find it.  I promise.”  

If I want it.

It was a big if.  He hated trying to do things one-handed, going to reach for something with his right hand, realizing belatedly how wrong he was.  He hated the double take in the eyes of the villagers, who’d known him to have a relatively normal hand one day, none the next.  And he hated the glances between his brothers and sister every time his wrist hurt him or he reached out with his right arm, that look between them where it was clear they worried.

But a new hand would still be an obvious difference, another defect in a long list of them, and this one a defect he couldn’t possibly be proud of.  If I’d been stronger, maybe I could have stopped him --  

And there was the fear, deep and secret and crushing, that the new hand would pick up right where the old left off, that the tremors might start again.  

He shivered.  Sometimes, the absence of the tremor was the only thing that kept him from looking at his stump and breaking down.

He thought about the rest of what Echo had said.  It’s not just physical recovery.

Maybe that was Echo’s take on things, maybe that was how it had gone for him, but Crosshair shook it off.  He’d come through fire and ice, the chip, Tantiss.  He and his family were all safe now.  Nothing would hold him back from finding a new normal as quickly as possible.

He’d be fine.  There was no other option.

He settled back against the wall, trying to get comfortable, but he could feel his phantom hand triggering again.  He gritted his teeth.  

He hoped Omega would be back soon.  He watched the clouds until the dark smudge from Echo’s ship faded away.  The clouds slowly began to build, growing gray and heavy with the promise of a distant storm, and he tried not to think about the fire in his arm, the emptiness at the end of his wrist, the hollow in his chest.

----

“Wish you were here, you know,” Omega said quietly.  Her voice vanished into the vaulted chamber around her, small and childish.  Batcher nudged her where she sat on the bench, and she reached out with one hand, patting the hound.  Tech’s goggles rested in her other hand, each curve and crack memorized by her fingertips.

She’d been afraid to hold them once.  The first time, right after she and Crosshair had escaped, she’d waited until everyone else had left the ship and she was alone with them.  She didn’t know if they’d be warm or cold, if the broken lens would be sharp, if they would feel weird, knowing she was holding them instead of Tech wearing them, knowing he’d been wearing them when he… fell.  But when at last she screwed up her courage and picked them up, they weren't scary at all.  They were once part of Tech, but they weren’t him, not really.

She held them now, blinking back tears as she looked down at the yellow lenses.  Why yellow, she wondered.  Tech had told her once that he had visual imperfections that required the use of his goggles, but she’d never asked him if he could see close up but not far away, or far away but not close up, or maybe he was color blind, or…?  It felt rude of her, somehow, never to have asked.

She wondered if Crosshair knew.

“Everything’s going to be different,” she said.  She knew no one was there to answer her, but she could picture Tech sitting across from her, his familiar eyes wide and curious behind his goggles, leaning forward with that little hunch in his shoulders that meant he was focusing.  “We’re going to have a house, Tech.  Hunter thinks we can do two bedrooms!  I’ll get to have my very own room, even better than my room on the Marauder.  Hunter and Wrecker and Crosshair said they don’t mind sharing.  Wrecker said it’d be like on Kamino, like old times.”  Her eyes pricked with tears.  “But you won’t be there.”

Batcher rested her head beside Omega, licking her hand.  She was being a very good girl, making sure to stay calm and quiet.  Omega wondered if somehow Batcher knew this place was special and that she had to be careful here.

“Echo won’t be there, either.  He left again this morning.”  Her voice caught, remembering their hug goodbye, the way she’d leaned her face against his shoulder and breathed in, breathed out.  “He still wants to fight with Rex.  And -- and maybe I do, too, but I can’t now.  They’d never let me.”  She smiled, a watery, tremulous grin.  “Maybe someday, if we still have to.  But I want to be a kid too.  I want to live here on Pabu and go swimming, and learn how to fish, and see Lyana every day, and watch the sun set at night.  That’s okay, right?  That I do that first?”

Her thumb stroked over the right intact lens, feeling the tiny scratches and cracks webbing through the transparisteel.  Tech had made her learn all the different materials that went into starships, and she’d been so impressed when she learned his lenses were made out of the same stuff the cockpit windows were.  

But that meant she knew just how much force was necessary to break them.

Her hands trembled, freezing in place.  He must have hit so hard --  Questions, the terrible ones, the ones she tried never to think about, struck her.  Before she could stop herself, she asked them aloud to the empty room.

“Were you afraid?” she choked.  “Did you -- did you feel it?  When it happened?”  Her hands jerked closed over the goggles, and she flung herself against Batcher, bursting into tears.  She wept into Batcher’s short velvety fur, breaths sputtering out jerky and gasping, her shoulders shaking.  

You’re supposed to be here!  Why aren’t you here?  Why did this happen?  She’d asked herself the questions a hundred times, wondering in her cell on Tantiss in the dark, crying in the corner of her bunk. It wasn’t fair.  It wasn’t fair!  

She hadn’t cried like this about Tech in a long time, not since those early months on Tantiss.  She tried to catch her breath, tried to be strong like him, brave like him, but right now, that was too hard.  She cried until her head hurt and her face felt swollen, and finally the tears slowed, then stopped.

She sniffed loudly, snot and tears smearing on Batcher’s fur.  “Sorry,” she whispered, lifting her head.  Batcher licked her face with a huge slobbering tongue, clearly unconcerned.  She scrubbed at her face with her sleeve, letting out big shaky breaths.  

She blinked down at the goggles through bleary eyes.  “I’m just missing you a lot lately, I guess,” she managed.  “I don’t know why.  I should be fine, right?  It’s been… it’s been a long time.”

She closed her eyes, and suddenly she was back on the bridge -- sparking lightning, pouring rain, Hunter and Crosshair panting and hurt on their knees.  She’d been so happy, running to meet them, so free.  They were gonna be okay; they were all gonna be okay.  Until she saw Crosshair’s hand -- 

No -- there was no hand --

Another brother hurt badly  --

“I hate that he lost his hand,” she said fiercely, her voice still thick with tears.  “I know it still hurts him.  Sometimes I look at his face, and I can just tell it’s bad, even when he tries to pretend it isn’t.”

She hung her head.  “I heard him and Echo talking, a few days ago. It might keep hurting for a long, long time, and there’s not really anything AZI can do.  I know he’s strong, but I just worry he’s not okay.  It’s so unfair.  He fought so hard to come back to us, to change.  He deserves to be all right.”

She wondered what Tech would say.  What he’d think about Crosshair coming back to them, how he’d helped them, how he’d even started meditating.  She remembered the look on Tech’s face when he talked about Crosshair taking a different path, the quiet sadness in his eyes, the disappointment in his voice.  He had missed him so, in his own Tech way.  She remembered how he’d hunched over Crosshair’s message from Tantiss, his face hopeful and worried both.  How he’d argued they had to save him.

She knew he would have been so, so glad to have him back.

Omega let out a long, blustery sigh.  Tech would never get to know.  And she didn’t know how she was supposed to keep going on days like this, when Tech was never coming home, knowing he never got to see Crosshair again.

She stood up, still sniffing, and carefully set the goggles down back in their spot.  She patted Lula, then on impulse grabbed her and held her in her arms.  She sighed, breathing in her familiar scent and feeling the soft plush fabric against her cheek.  It felt so good to hug her again.

“You’re coming back to the shuttle with me,” she said to Lula.  She hesitated at the goggles.  Those -- those she thought should stay.  Until they had a home of their own for them to be safe in.

“Come on, Batcher.  Let’s go,” said Omega.  She felt not exactly better, but like something that had needed to come out had been released, at least for a little while.  She wasn’t sure why these feelings kept bubbling up, especially when there was still so much to be grateful for, but this had helped.  Maybe it was just that it was always hard when Echo left.  Maybe it was worry about Crosshair.  She didn’t know, and wasn’t sure how to figure it out, but she was relieved all the same.

Batcher wagged her tail, following her out to the door.  The doors slid open and daylight poured in, making her squint against the glare.  Gray clouds loomed overhead.  Batcher bounded out past her, scampering a few feet away and whining.

“What is it, girl?”  She turned and saw Crosshair leaning against the wall, head lowered onto his chest, apparently asleep.  Batcher stood in front of him, wagging her tail and waiting for him to notice her.  When his only response was a light snore, she darted forward, licking his face frantically.  

“Get off --” he snapped, pushing her away and shaking his head.  He blinked up at them both, looking confused, and then realized who they were.  He sighed, patting Batcher on the neck.  She rumbled happily.  “Hound, that was unnecessary.”

“I don’t know, it looks like it woke you up,” Omega teased.  She held out one hand, shoving Lula under her arm.  “Want a hand up?”

Crosshair shook his head, making as if to push himself off from the ground with his hands, but he stopped as his right wrist nearly hit the ground.  He looked down at his wrist, pulling it back away from the ground and frowning.  “...right,” he sighed in exasperation.  He glanced up at her, then took her hand with his left.  She braced herself as he pulled and scrambled back up to his feet, back to towering over her once more. 

“You were waiting for us?” she asked.

He shrugged.  “You ran off.  I didn’t know where you were going.”

“Can’t a girl be alone sometimes?” Omega asked, trying to smile.  But her face still felt stiff and swollen after her cry.  She ducked her head down, hoping he wouldn’t notice if her face looked different.  But it was Crosshair.  He had probably noticed instantly.

“You okay?” he asked softly, hesitating.

Yep, he had.  Her shoulders slumped.

“I dunno.  I guess?” Omega said.  She wasn’t being glib.  It was simply hard to tell.  “I just felt like I should visit.”   They began ambling toward the marketplace, and she squeezed Lula to her chest.  She glanced up at him.  “Do you ever just… want to talk to him?  Tech?  I’ve… been going there sometimes, since we came back.”

Crosshair swallowed, the muscles in his throat working.  He looked away, shrugging, but didn’t say anything.  

Omega pulled Lula closer, her fingers rubbing her soft plush fabric.  “Sorry.  If you don’t want me to talk about him.”

He turned back to her.  There were dark shadows under his eyes that made them look puffy.  He gave her a look she couldn’t read, something complicated in the way his mouth twisted, in the way he was blinking too quickly.  “Don’t apologize.”

“All right, then.”  She didn’t speak.  She thought about Tech walking beside them, nose buried in his datapad.  Sometimes when she couldn’t see Crosshair’s tattoo or his scar, his profile looked so like Tech’s, more than any of their other brothers.

A thought flitted into her mind, one that made her chest hurt.  Is he scared to talk about him?

But Tech wasn’t Tantiss.  He was their brother.  How could talking about him be scary?

She wondered as they headed into the marketplace, as they ordered some breakfast from Kai’s stall, as they ate their meal under the weeping maya.

She wondered as they walked back to the shuttle, the clouds looming, a soft rain falling in gray waves and sheets.  Crosshair leaned over her as they walked, half-shielding her and Lula from the rain.

She wondered, looking up at him, but she didn’t ask.

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From Pain to Laughter

Summary: Wednesday is in pain after fencing so Enid offers to give her a massage and discovers that her roommate is pretty ticklish

“Are you still in pain?” Enid asked. 

Wednesday had hurt her back during fencing, but absolutely refused to see the nurse or let anyone know. Enid wouldn’t have known if Thing hadn’t tipped her off, much to her roomie’s disgruntlement. 

“Yes,” Wednesday grumbled, half her face buried in her pillow. 

“Wens, you should really see the nurse-” 

“No.” 

“But-” Enid was cut off. 

“I don’t need to. I’m fine.” 

Enid squawked in disagreement. “You’re totally not! You never lay down except for bed and you haven’t used your typewriter all day . Is this about Bianca?” 

Wednesday didn’t want Coach Vlad to find out because then, inevitably, Bianca would too and she could simply not handle the humiliation of the siren finding out about a weak spot. 

“You’re in pain,” Enid tried again when Wednesday didn’t say anything. “You should at least get some pills for it.” 

“No.” 

Enid groaned. Why did Wednesday have to be so stubborn? 

She thought back to when her brother got hurt playing football with the rest of their cousins during a family reunion. He’d gone to get a massage because his upper back hurt that much. Maybe that would work for Wednesday too. Except she didn’t let anyone touch her. 

But maybe -

“Can I give you a massage?” The question must have surprised Wednesday. She didn’t immediately refuse. 

“What did you just ask me?” 

“Can I give you a massage?” Enid repeated herself slowly, now wondering if this was a bad idea. “It'll make you feel better. My brother got one and it helped him.” 

“And you believe I will allow you to do the same to me?”

Enid shrugged, despite her roommate not being able to see it. “I’m just trying to help, Wednesday.”

“I don’t need your help.” 

Enid pouted. “Please? I really think it’ll help and you should do something if you won’t go see the nurse.” 

Wednesday rolled her eyes. “If you insist then fine . But I don’t think it will do anything.” 

Enid smiled victoriously. She climbed on the bed, pausing when she realized she was going to have to straddle her in order to be stabilized. “Don’t get mad,” she warned and Wednesday scoffed at her for this. “But I gotta...” She trailed off, sitting on the back of her thighs but keeping it light incase Wednesday reacted badly. 

“ Enid .” 

“Sorry,” Enid said quickly. “But I can’t get you as well from the side.” 

The goth girl growled. “You are lucky I am allowing this.” 

“Lucky? This is for you .” 

“Get on with it,” Wednesday ordered, ignoring that last remark. 

Enid glanced over at Thing, who was on the other side of Wednesday’s bed. “She’s so bossy today.” 

Thing agreed. 

“Is it okay to go under your shirt?” Enid asked, not wanting to just assume. 

“If you must.” 

Enid started off near her waist, digging her fingers into the skin. Slowly, she worked her way up and then went back down. To tell the truth, it was her first time doing it so she wasn’t really sure if she was doing it right but it didn’t seem that hard. And Wednesday wasn’t complaining or stopping her so it must have meant something . 

At least, she thought until she felt Wednesday jerk underneath her. 

“What’s wrong?” Enid frowned in concern. 

“Nothing...” 

“Okay,” Enid didn’t believe her but continued on, keeping her movements slow and her gaze on Wednesday in concentration. 

Wednesday had to have been lying to her. The longer this lasted, the more she seemed to...squirm? 

“What the-” Enid’s brain caught up to her a minute later. She grinned in delight. “Are you ticklish, Wednesday?” 

“No,” her voice was muffled by the sheets. 

“Wednesday, you totally are!” 

“Do what you intended to and stop talking!” Her roommate sounded embarrassed. 

Oh, that was how she was gonna be, huh? Enid did as she was told, for like a minute. 

Then she let her hands slide down closer to where the goth girl’s stomach was, lightly tickling her there. She was encouraged by the snort she heard from Wednesday to keep going, skittering her fingers back up to where her ribs were, repeating this motion a few times. 

“Ehnidid!” 

“Yes?” Enid said innocently, biting her cheek to keep from giggling herself. 

“Sthapahp!” Wednesday was effectively pinned down and could not flop to get away. 

“Aw, but you need this, Wens! Look at you, someone’s got the giggles,” Enid teased. 

“I’m nhohoot!” 

“You’re not?” Enid tested this, letting her nails scratch up and down her sides a couple of times. She was victorious when Wednesday actually squealed . 

“Sthohop!” 

Enid switched spots, getting both of her armpits at the same time. Wednesday’s laughter got louder and she tried to clamp her arms down to stop it but that only trapped Enid’s there, doing nothing to get them away. 

“Sorry, Wens, but the tickle monster’s got youuu!” Enid snickered at seeing her normally stoic roommate giggling her head off. 

A few noises escaped Wednesday. She was trying to keep her mouth shut so no more laughter would spill out. Hempf . Well, that couldn’t happen. 

“Thing, help me!” Enid called. 

The disembodied hand was there in a flash, crawling up Wednesday’s side and up through her shirt like a spider. Her roommate’s laughter was belting out again, louder now that she was getting tickled in two places. 

Wednesday tried to move, squirming wildly to get away but Enid’s weight on the back of her prevented this. She was rendered helpless, forced to endure the tickling. 

“I didn’t know you were so ticklish!” Enid exclaimed. This would totally be some great payback whenever Wednesday got too mouthy with her. 

“Ghehet off!” Wednesday cried through her laughter. 

“Nope!” Enid declared. Wednesday moved her arms up to get away from her nails, just enough to give the blonde access to the entirety of her underarms. The Addams girl shrieked. Face pressed into her mattress, she laughed into it, no longer trying to resist. 

Enid wouldn’t keep this up forever. She did let up after another minute or so. Thing stopped too, scuttling back to the end of the bed. 

Her roommate laid there, panting. 

“Did that help?” Enid asked cheerfully. 

Wednesday turned over, shooting them dark looks. “ Never tickle me again.” 

Enid couldn’t help but smirk. She was totally gonna do it again. 

[goldenempyrean]

sick!reader x yelena with the prompts: “Relax, its just a cold.” and "You know we own tissues for a reason, right?" where nat and wanda invite them over to a game night. reader sneezes and sniffles the whole time. when the girls realize their friend is feverish, they team up to take care of her (I hope you don’t mind doing yelena)

Game Night

〚 Notes - Wow! We’re back to getting to normal requests now, its been a long time! Hopefully you enjoy ;) Also, what are we thinking about this new post layout? Lemme know, I need outside opinions. Btw this fic is totally unedited as well ;) 〛

〚 Summary - You didn’t feel great. That was true. But you’d never admit that, especially not during game night. But what happens when your girlfriend finds out?〛

〚 Wordcount - 1300 〛

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“Hey guys, come on in!” Wanda smiled as she stood aside to let yourself and Yelena into her apartment.

Atleast once a month, you and your girlfriend Yelena always made time to head over to Natasha and Wanda’s apartment to spend a fun night catching up, watching movies and playing board games. It was a great way to catch up, and it allowed for the four of you to establish a pretty close bond which always came in handy during missions.

Only tonight was a little different, truth be told you didn’t exactly feel great. Your throat was uncomfortably scratchy and there had been that dull ache lingering in your head. If you were being honest, you would’ve preferred to stay home, curl up and try to sleep off whatever bug you’d caught before it hit you in full force but you couldn’t do that to Yelena. While you both loved these get-togethers, it was her who benefited the most. It was a chance for to spend time her sister and there was no way you’d cancel on that.

So you opted to stay silent. Sitting down in the living room, you were greeted by Natasha had who laid out a selection on board games.

“Which one do you wanna play first?” She asked, kissing Wanda’s cheek as she came to sit down beside her.

“I don’t mind.” You said but your voice ended with a rasp, sending you into a small coughing fit, “Sorry! Something just caught on my throat there.” You lied seeing Yelena glance towards you, a worried look behind her eyes.

“Let me get you some water” Nat offered, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze as she stood up, “You lot should pick a game in the meantime.”

By the time Natasha returned with your water, the group had settled on playing Monopoly. Everything was great for the first half an hour, and everything had been going smoothly. That was until the pressure in your sinuses had gotten painful, giving you a rather unpleasant headache which you’d been your best to ignore but Yelena had caught you massaging your temples one too many times.

She waited until both Natasha and Wanda had left the room to grab snacks before turning to you, cupping your cheek as she looked over you, “Are you alright? You’ve been rather quiet today.”

“Im fine ‘Lena.” You tried to assure her, even adding a forced smile for good measure, “Just a little tired, that’s all, don’t worry.”

“Are you-“ She began but stopped seeing that Nat and Wanda had returned with food.

“Everything okay?” Wanda asked as she set down a bag of Doritos onto the coffee table, noticing the slight change in atmosphere.

“Yep, everything’s fine, me and Y/N were just-“

“Hh’tshoo!”

“Bless you.” The room chirped, but you couldn’t help but feel the anxious eyes of Yelena scanning over you once again.

“Im fine.”

“I didn’t say anything.” She smirked.

Over the next few hours, all you could do was sniffle. Nothing seemed to stop the constant running at the back of your nose, not to mention the headache which had felt like it amplified tenfold. But this time it wasn’t just Yelena who’d picked up on it, both Natasha and Wanda had noticed too. But you were desperate to see the night through, you had too.

Thankfully your sniffles seemed to die down for a little bit, well, that was until you’d felt that knowing tingle at the bridge of your nose and whilst you tried to tight against it, there was nothing you could do to stop it.

“Eiiishiew! Hh’ttshoo! Hh-hih’iiishiew!”

“Oh goodness, bless you!” Yelena cooed, rubbing her hand down your back as Wanda used her powers to levitate a box of tissues towards you.

“You feeling okay Y/N?” Natasha asked, exchanging uneasy glances with everyone, sharing her sister’s concern.

“Im fine, I swear, it’s probably just-“ You paused to yawn, unable to stop yourself from sniffling damply afterwards, “Im okay.”

The anxious faces of the three women met your own and your shoulders dropped seeing their concern, the concern which only grew seeing you break off into a series of deep chesty-sounding coughs moments later.

“You don’t sound very well.” Wanda said, being the first the voice the collective thoughts of the room.

At Wanda’s statement Yelena reached over and pressed her hand over your forehead, sighing deeply feeling your overly-warm skin, “I think you’re feverish sweetie, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Relax ‘Lena.” You sniffled, running your sleeve beneath your nose, grimacing as the rough texture irritated it, “Its just a cold, I’ll be fine.”

Nat and Wanda gave each other a knowing look and excused themselves from the room, letting the two of you talk privately.

“You know theres tissues here for a reason, right?” She sighed, pressing a bundle into your hand, “You been feeling icky all day?”

Taking the tissues, you blew your nose, before nodding. Not resisting when Yelena sighed again as she pulled you into a hug, “What are we going to do with you, ey? You’ll be okay sweetie.”

“I know but I didn’t want to spoil your night. I know you love it when we get together with Nat and Wanda, its really fun and I didn’t want either of us to miss out.” You sniffled before sneezing down into your tissue bundle, earning yourself a sympathetic noise from Yelena.

“You haven’t spoilt anything, I just hate to think you’ve been sat here not feeling well the whole time. I’d even say we could take you home right now but look.” Yelena paused, turning your attention to the window. Harsh rain had begun to pour from the skies outside, “Its pouring down. And theres no way I want us to walk back home in that weather, not with you already being ill.”

“We might have a solution for that.” Natasha smiled as she re-entered the room, followed closely behind by Wanda who was holding two small bottles.

“We thought maybe you’d both like to stay the night? Especially with the weather taking a turn for the worst outside.” Wanda offered before holding out the two bottles of medicine towards you, “This should help a little bit dear.”

“Thanks Wanda.” You gave her a small smile, setting the bottles next to you.

“I think sleeping over is a great idea though.” Yelena agreed, giving the two women a thankful nod, “Should we take your guest room?”

Natasha pursed her lips, “Actually, we’re currently doing up that room, the beds are in pieces at the moment but Wanda and I already agreed that Y/N should take our bed for the night, sleeping on the sofa isn’t going to help them feel any better.”

“I cant take your bed!” You tried to exclaim however the roughness of your throat caused you to break off into a fit of harsh coughing.

Yelena sighed again whilst cupping your cheek, “You definitely have a fever sweetie.” She affirmed, “You feel warmer then earlier.”

“We should get them to bed then.” Nat added, “You’ll feel better, cmon.”

With that said, Yelena helped you stand and you both followed Natasha and Wanda to their bedroom. Following their instructions as they guided you to lie down in their bed and it really wasn’t long before you were asleep. You really did need it afterall.

“They’ll be okay, they’ve probably just caught some kind of bug.” Natasha whispered to her sister as Wanda laid another blanket over you before coming to side beside her girlfriend.

“Thanks for taking care of them. It means a lot.” Yelena smiled, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead before quietly leaving the room, letting you rest peacefully, “Hopefully they feel better in the morning.”

“Im sure they will.”

[smolwritingchick]

I'm curious to know what jungkook and the rest of the members would be like, whilst jennie is pregnant. Would they be very overprotective or just let her be?

This is SO cute! 🥰

Jungkook will be the most overprotective. Always wanting to carry stuff for her and do everything for her. If she asks for anything at all even if it’s in the middle of the night for ice cream or a weird craving he’ll immediately grab it. I was thinking avocados will begin to be one of her number one cravings. Wanting it with everything she eats. As she is closer to her due date he’ll be following her everywhere trying to see if she’s ok. If the media tries to bombard them he will get upset along with the rest of the members as they protect her.

Jin: Shockingly Jennie will think Smarties are nasty during her pregnancy so she won’t be eating them again until after she gives birth. I see Jin always on snack duty and food, paying close attention to what she craves. I see him being pretty overprotective too. Also I remember an ask about the boys’ moms giving her recipes that helped during their pregnancies. So I see Jin learning how to make them and cooking for her.

Jungkook: there will be times Jen will tell him she’s fine and can grab something or carry something. And with her occasional mood swings she will get annoyed with him and the others, telling them to chill. I also see Jungkook giving her the best massages and making sure she’s extremely comfortable when sitting or in bed.

J-Hope: I see him also being very overprotective. He’s always been like her guardian angel ever since he noticed her allergic reaction to pineapple. So he will totally always be asking if she’s all right. I was thinking when she gets heartburn for the first time he’d immediately have her eat bananas to help soothe it. And will ask if she ate a banana today just in case the heartburn comes back

RM: he’ll let her be. And also will do research to help her with her pregnancy. He’d also tell the guys to give her her space if he notices her getting moody from their constant overprotection or from her hormones. He’ll be pretty observant on her moods and know just what to say or do to keep her at ease. I also see him helping Jungkook relax whenever he feels on edge about Jennie and her aches or pains during the pregnancy

Jimin: I also see him being more chill. He’ll be attentive to her like the others but won’t act so overprotective. Him and Taehyung will be freaking out and excited to see their OTP becoming parents. He’ll be helping her with the nursery and everything. I do see him and another member bickering over baby clothes or what should be in the nursery

Taehyung: I see him being more chill and leaving her be, too. Of course he’ll be there for her but knows she’ll be fine with everyone else and himself checking on her. He’ll always get so giddy feeling the baby bump and trying to talk to her stomach.

Suga: I feel like he’ll also leave her be. He knows his precious smartie is in good hands with him and everyone else but he won’t be too overprotective. he will make sure she has breathing room. I also see him getting very emotional feeling the babies kick for the first time when she happily asks him if he wants to feel. And telling the guys to let her breathe when the overprotective members are crowding around her to see if she’s ok.

With her hormones going crazy there will be times she’ll want them all to leave her alone. Overall if anyone tries to overstep their boundaries with Jen and her baby bump like trying to touch her stomach without asking, they’ll definitely get upset and call them out on it. I’ll do my best to make the pregnancy chapters whenever I get there fluffy af ❤️

[changingplumbob]

Nishidake Household: Chapter 5, Part 1

In this part the Nishidake household hit a few roadbumps with the inclusion of the health mods.

Back to Mt Komorebi where the Nishidake household sleeps. Last rotation they got the news that Kaori’s grandparents had left a large inheritance for her and her wife. The Nishidake family are the guardians of the mountain, a mantle which requires loyalty to the region. Specifically you can go somewhere on holiday, but if you take steps to move away you will die. At least according to a bunch of dead ancestors who tried, including Kaori’s parents.

Charlie: We better get up

Kaori: Clover’s belly is not the boss of us

Clover: *barks hungrily*

Kaori: Who am I kidding? Her belly is totally the boss of us

Charlie: *laughs* I can go feed her if you want first shower

Kaori: Please. I had a not great fall yesterday and my muscles are still aching

Charlie: You should have said, I could have given you a massage

Kaori: I’ve maxed my snowboarding skill, I’m not meant to have falls

Charlie: Everyone has falls *to Clover* Come on my honey pie, who wants biscuits?

Charlie: Did you get back in your pyjamas? *kisses cheek*

Kaori: Yeah, they’re comfy

Charlie: Remember we need to go to the doctors first thing

Kaori: Why? Since when

Charlie: Mum text about a new mod. Apparently we need vaccines and to go see a gynaecologist

Kaori: Char only one of us got a bio degree

Charlie: Oh, they just look at our pixel parts and tell us if we’re healthy

Kaori: What? I don’t want some stranger looking at my pixel parts

Charlie: We don’t have a choice

Kaori: Sure we do! We just don’t go. It’s not like we’re going to get pregnant or one of us is sleeping with someone who has a pixel parts infection

Charlie: We don’t need to be trying to get pregnant for our reproductive organs to stuff up and explode

Kaori: *suspiciously* You’re just being gloomy right? Our organs won’t actually explode…

Charlie: Guess the only way for you to find out is to come with me

Kaori: *rolls eyes* Fine. How much will it set us back

Charlie: Don’t worry. All players on the team get health insurance, we’ll be fine, it won’t cost as much

Kaori: Brilliant! We could use the savings on a new couch

Charlie: Umm, I don’t think that’s how savings work. And we hardly ever sit on the couches anyway

Kaori: Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t have nice ones. And I’m not suggesting we use the inheritance on ourselves, but you and I do get income we can spend. You knew you were marrying a shop-a-holic Char, I like nice things

Charlie: Am I included in these nice things

Kaori: Only if you take a shower

Charlie: Oh, she burns!

Kaori: Shut up, you know I still have a fear of fire. I’ll get the dishes, you shower so we can get these medical visits over with

Clover: *barks* Hope I don’t have any medical visits

Kaori: We survived!

Charlie: Heck yeah. Now, about what the doctor said…

Kaori: Char she said I’m neurodivergent, it’s not like we need to be worried or sad or whatever

Charlie: I’m gloomy, I can’t help it. Do you want me to go to the psychiatrist with you

Kaori: Nah, I’ll be sweet. Can you get started on the chores for me though?

Charlie: Does gardening count

Kaori: So long as you don’t let Clover track the dirt through the house

Charlie: I won’t. But I know you enjoy vacuuming so… I’ll leave that for you?

Kaori: *laughs* Guilty! Okay, I’ll vacuum when I’m back

Charlie gets started on her indoor garden. She learned how to garden during her biology degree with Rahul, not that she’d tell her dad that she’d ignored his many attempts to teach her about soil types and fertiliser strengths. She’s calling out to Clover every so often when she realises Clover is barking differently than normal.

Charlie: You better not be inviting around the hound dogs

Clover: *barks to the hound dogs*

Charlie: We’re getting you spayed so don’t even think about it

Kaori: What’s all the noise in here

Charlie: You back? How’d it go

Kaori: Did you say we’re getting this precious angel spayed

Charlie: I did indeed yell that

Clover: *barks in love*

Kaori: But... Charlie... puppies could be so cute!

Charlie: No

Kaori: Why not? You got her and Allie as puppies

Charlie: Over population K. There’s enough strays out there without adding to the surplus

Kaori and Clover go to the garden room where Charlie is fighting a temporary bug invasion.

Kaori: But what if... we kept the puppies

Charlie: *sighs* K, pregnancy is hard and labour is rough. Yes you may end up with cute puppies but think about what Clover would have to go through. It’s not right for us to put her through that when we can get her fixed

Kaori: *pouts* Suppose

Charlie: I don’t want to be pregnant. You don’t want to be pregnant. Why would we make her do something we’re not willing to go through ourselves huh?

Kaori: You’re right, I know you’re right. She just really seems to want to make puppies

Clover: *barks in love*

Charlie: It’s hormones. Should calm down when she’s fixed. Now what did the psychiatrist say

Kaori: That I have… wait he did write it down somewhere for me…

Clover: *barks in love*

Charlie: Honey pie mummies are talking right now

Kaori: Oh, I kept it on my phone. I have this thing called… Dysgraphia? I think that’s how it’s pronounced

Charlie: I haven’t heard of it before

Kaori: Yeah me neither

Charlie: Do they think we need to be worried at all

Kaori: No. It’s just why I have trouble writing neatly and getting stuff from my head onto paper

Charlie: Did they want you to start anything like meds or tutoring or something

Kaori: Depends on how much I’m bothered. Like I have the film and literature hobby but I enjoy experiencing stories more than creating them you know. I’ll see how I go

With the garden tidied Charlie gets into her uniform and heads off to work.

Kaori: Good luck playing Char! We'll be listening and watching

Charlie: Thanks. Hey Clover, I’ll see you when you have less organs

Clover: *whines*

Kaori: Here we are, standard vets. I’ll go sign you in for a spay, come on Clover

Clover: *whines in love*

Kaori: Let’s see… do we have an account here? We should do, we took Allie here after all

Bartholemew A. Bittlebun, Snr.: *meows* Lady you’re in my puddle

Kaori: Spay… spay… spay! Here we go, all signed up

 Bartholemew A. Bittlebun, Snr.: *meows* The service here is terrible

Kaori: I’m lucky this screen lights up. Why is it so dark in here?

Clover: *barks* Puddle! I must jump in as tribute to Peanut

Bartholemew A. Bittlebun, Snr.: *meows* Make your own puddle to play in

Clover: *barks* But this one is right here and I need to roll

Bartholemew A. Bittlebun, Snr.: *runs from the scene of the crime*

Justin: Hey lady, your dog is making a mess! All over the floor

Kaori: Maybe you should wait for the vet outside Clover

Bartholemew A. Bittlebun, Snr.: *smirks in victorious cat*

Cora: Clover? Clover?

Clover: *barks* That’s my name, don’t wear it out

Cora: You’re a nice doggy, right

Clover: *barks* Why do you look scared

Sick Non Fox: *barks* Get out of my way!

Clover: *growls* You get out of my way fire feet

Sick Non Fox: Why hasn’t the vet taken you in yet? Do you have rabies

Clover: *growls* I do not have rabies

Kaori: So do you have a cat or-

Brant: Three dogs, the youngest one seems to have something wrong with his feet. Luckily we live nearby

Kaori: Oh man I live all the way in Mt Komorebi, but this is pretty much the only vet clinic in the world

Brant: Tell me about it

…

Cora: Nice doggy? Want to play

Clover: *barks* at least that rhymes with spay

Sick Non Fox: You’re getting your organs taken out? Loser. I can breed free

Clover: *growls* I pity any offspring of your ridiculous looking self

Cora: Here we are. If you could just get her to sit on the treadmill

Kaori: Clover, sit. What was the delay?

Cora: Oh, you know, just wanted to check some things

Clover disappears into the machine…

Kaori: What do you mean? What things

Cora: Not to worry. This is my first time doing a spay but I did learn how to tell the difference between the uterus and the bladder

Clover: *whines*

Kaori: Is she okay in there

Cora: She’ll be fine. Now the procedure does fit her with a cone. We recommend *thinks hard* that it stay on for the rest of the day

Kaori takes Clover home feeling less than confident in the nurses abilities but Clover seems fine apart from the cone. Charlie will be working until 9 but the fridge is almost empty so Kaori starts on dinner.

Kaori: I’m sorry we won’t have puppies Clover, they would have been cute. Maybe in a few years mummy will let us get another puppy huh?

Clover: *barks dejectedly*

Kaori: Of course, we could always just go adopt a puppy as a surprise

Clover: *barks questioningly*

Kaori: I know babykins, you’re right. Rescue pets do not make good surprise gifts

Kaori turns on the radio while she eats so she can tune in to Charlie’s game. She’ll watch it properly when she’s eaten but she likes to catch the start. It’s a rough game for Charlie’s team, they don’t win, and Charlie gets subbed out ten minutes before then end. She returns home gloomier than usual.

Kaori: Do you want a massage

Charlie: You watched the game huh

Kaori: I did

Charlie: I hate when coach subs me out at the end. I’m the best on the team for the penalty shootouts

Kaori: I suppose you can’t win them all

Charlie: This stupid reporter-

Kaori: Hey, have some food while we talk. You look pretty wiped out

Charlie: You left me the last of the Pho?

Kaori: I had to cook so I figured I’d let you have it

Charlie: Aww thanks K. You’re sweet

Kaori: Now you mentioned reporter

Charlie: *sighs* So it’s post match press and this guy calls the loss one of the worst ever to happen in soccer. Which I get, it was a rough end. But he was asking me who was responsible? Did the dude not see I wasn’t even on the pitch for the end?

Kaori: Did you tell him off

Charlie: I thought about it, but I didn’t want to throw coach under the bus. Then she’d have even more reason to bench me. So I spouted some nonsense about teamwork. I swear they target me with the tricky questions because they know I’m gloomy and they’re searching for a soundbite

Kaori: Come here, I love you and your gloominess. It keeps me and my cheerfulness grounded

Charlie: *sighs* I suppose so. I guess I should do the dishes

Kaori: No, I got them. I think somebody wants their cone off

Charlie: Oh Clover, Honey pie? Who wants to be free again?

Clover: *barks* Have mercy on me

Charlie: Does my brave girl need a hug, huh? Do you need a hug?

The tired trio head to the bedroom together and fall asleep.

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[mykneeshurt]

Haunted pt 2

I promise I’ll make a master list this week. I’m so tired lmao … I recommend reading part one! <- here! Part three

Aiming to do 10 chapters in total ✨

Warnings - slow burn, gore, COD related violence, mutual pining, fluff, violence

The next morning everyone was gathered in the living room while Price and Laswell delivered their findings. Soap was sat in the armchair slowly massaging his shoulder in a trance. You walked into the room past the chair and clipped the back of his head, a satisfying slap sound rang out. ‘Leave that fuckin’ shoulder alone. If you break the stitches and make it bleed you can clean it up.’

Muffled giggles rang out around the room, you sat on the arm of the sofa next to Ghost. The fresh smell from your clothes made its way into his mask, he took in a deep breath savouring it to himself. ‘Right’ Price began ‘with Soap being injured we’ve decided that Doc, you’ll be stepping in for the mission. Only until he can get some movement back.’ Your eyes widened, suddenly aware everyone was looking at you. ‘M … me?’ You stuttered placing your hand on your chest.

‘Sorry kid, not protocol I know but we can’t get anyone else here in time. You’re a sharp shooter and I hear the boys have been helping you improve your close combat skills. Time to put em to use.’ Price had to be joking surely, you looked at Laswell for some support. ‘We discussed it up top. Generals have given the go ahead. You’ve got this.’ Her eyes were kind, she truly believed in you. ‘Fuck, um, yeah ok. Let me grab my stuff’ you muttered.

You, Ghost, Price and Gaz piled into the jeep. You and Ghost sat in the back as you were being dropped off at the location first, before Gaz and Price took up their sniping positions at the other end of town. Ghost would never admit it, but he was worried. He knew you could handle yourself, you toured in Afghanistan twice before coming to the Task Force. ‘Hey’ you whispered, ‘I’ll be fine. We can do it.’ Your kind eyes helped him to relax into the seat before replying ‘yeah … I know.’

The jeep pulled on the outskirts of the dilapidated town, work of the cartel no doubt. ‘Right you two. Get in and get out, intel said the device is in the warehouse at the end of town. Gaz and I will be your eyes in the sky. Get going.’ Nodding in unison you and Ghost left the jeep and ran to the closest building.

‘Ready?’ He asked. Offering him a quick nod and a smile ‘Aye, let’s go.’ He looked over his shoulder mischievously ‘you don’t speak English either then?’ It was a running joke between him and Soap due to his Scottish slang. ‘Fuck off Simon’ you snorted ‘concentrate!’

You weaved in and out of the streets, silently dodging buildings and rubble left from months of conflict. The morning sun was beginning to get hotter, sweat trickled down the back of your neck. Wiping it away you let out a soft sigh. You rounded the end of the street with the warehouse in sight. Ghost stopped and turned to face you, ‘probably gonna get messy in there, stay close to me.’ He didn’t need to tell you twice, he looked beyond intimidating in his tactical gear. Intimidating … or grossly attractive?

The main aim of the mission was to get in and get out as quickly and silently as possible. Bonus points for not being spotted. ‘Device is in the office upstairs. Stay on my 6. Let’s go.’

You entered the damp and run down warehouse, timber boxes stacked as high as the ceiling. Stuffed full of drugs no doubt. The device you were after stored all the buyers and locations required to run the cartel. No pressure. A few mercenaries huddled around a radio at the far end of the warehouse, listening to a football game it seemed. You tapped Ghost and nodded towards the metal stairs, he nodded back and started scurrying towards them. For someone so large he sure was quiet, guess he really is a Ghost.

You made your way up the stairs and towards the room at the end of the walk way. Gripping onto your UCIW you could feel another set of eyes on you. ‘Ghost. There’s someone else here.’ You whispered, careful not to use his real name in the field. ‘Yeah. I don’t like this …’ before he could finish his sentence a bullet whizzed past your head and into the wall.

‘GET DOWN’ he yelled at you as he yanked your tactical vest. You landed in a heap on the floor losing your balance. A rain of bullets descended on you from all angles. As they reloaded you both shot up and unloaded onto the mercenaries. You managed to take out 3, hitting them in their chests. Blood spurting out. Ghost was deadly with a weapon, his precision aim was feared amongst many.

‘We need to get that device!’ You yelled over the noise. ‘Keep them under pressure I’m gonna make a run for it.’ Before he could grab you, you darted along the walk way and into the office. ‘Aw FUCKIN HELL’ you heard him yell. You searched the drawers and desk in the office frantically trying to find what you needed. The gunfight raged outside, it was deafening. Ripping one of the draws out you found what you were looking for, before you could even register there was someone else in the room an arm wrapped it’s self around your neck.

Shocked and surprised you gasped to try and fill your lungs with air they gripped their wrist to restrict your breathing. Adrenaline slapped you in the face, with a sudden rush of energy you managed to run the assailant into the wall. You yanked on his arm and bent your neck to preserve your airway. Gasping for anything that could fill your lungs you dropped your body weight and managed to shift out of their grasp. Reaching for your gun you lifted it ready to shoot, but the fucker was fast. He tackled you to the floor with a huge crash, hitting your head on the desk on the way down. Your vision blurred you desperately scrambled to get to your gun that was mere inches away. Feeling a grip on your ankle you kicked out managing to make contact with their face, blood spattering over the wall.

You tried to frantically crawl to your weapon but he was on you again ‘fuckin bitch!’ He spat in your face before landing a blow to your face. He straddled you, his wide hands encasing your throat, squeezing every drop of oxygen out of you. Your legs thrashed beneath you, you clawed at the man’s face trying desperately to gauge an eye. Anything to get some power back.

Suddenly remembering your knife you pulled it out of your vest and plunged it into the man’s neck. Ghosts words ringing in your head ‘always carry more than one knife. Never know when you’ll need it.’ Blood poured out of the wound on his neck, clutching it he lost he balance. You used this to your advantage and rolled your hips throwing him off you. Choking and spluttering you took in a desperate breath, pure unfiltered rage ran through you. Propelling your boot into his face you managed to hear the crack of his nose over the noise outside. Kneeling down next to him you struck his ribs with the knife, then his chest, his neck, over and over and over.

The sounds outside the room lessened, a ringing started. A grenade had gone off close to the room you were in. Ghost came tumbling through the door gripping your vest and pulling you to your feet. Squinting at him you could vaguely see he was saying something. His mask moved furiously but no sound made it to your ear. He squatted down before slamming you over his shoulder, his firm arm wrapped securely round your hips. This wasn’t what he had in mind when he wanted to touch you.

Your vision started to go blurry again, and Ghost felt you starting to go limp. He shoved his shoulder into your gut to try and wake you, to keep you from passing out. Blood tricked down your face, which was the last thing you saw before the void took you.

A pounding thump in your head brought you round, feeling groggy you slowly opened your eyes. A figure sat by the bed, you couldn’t quite make it out. Letting out a moan as you moved the figure turned, a white skull suddenly coming into view. ‘Simon?’ You whimpered.

‘Yes love, stay still you got a nasty concussion. Steady now.’ His deep voice soothed your nerves as you slowly came around. Sitting up slowly you let out a sigh of pain, ‘fuck, this hurts.’ He let out a small grunt, ‘not surprised, quite a cut you got on your head. Had to haul your ass outta there.’

He was sat close to the sofa but not close enough to touch you. But god did he want to, all he wanted to do was to stroke your hair, cup your cheek and feel the smoothness of your skin under him. Seeing you unconscious in the jeep scared him beyond what he thought himself capable of. ‘I’ll get you some water’ he muttered before leaving the room.

Being the defiant person that you are, you slowly got out of bed and made your way to the clinic. You examined your face in the mirror, a black eye coming and a gash across your forehead. Fuck sake. Sighing to yourself you got your kit together and began patching yourself up. Hissing through your teeth you flushed the open wound on your head before applying steri-strips to close it.

‘This ain your bed love. You need to lie down.’ Ghosts low voice made you jump and you spun around. ‘Fuck SIMON! Stop doing that!’ You glared at him holding your hand on your heat, hoping it would calm you down. He let out a very small, very quiet chuckle, you would have missed it if you hadn’t known how to read his body language.

‘You’re such a nob Simon, I swear to god.’ You held onto the cabinet and leant your head forward trying to process what the fuck had happened. The sound of his boots made their way across the room until you noticed them behind you. ‘You ok?’ He asked. Sighing you turned around to look at him ‘don’t probe Simon’ you said with a small grin tapping your temple, ‘you won’t like what’s in there.’ Throwing his words back at him. He towered above you but you didn’t feel intimidated, you felt … safe.

He slowly reached up towards your face, and with a gloved hand he tucked the stray piece of hair behind your ear. Feeling his hand brush so close to your face made your breath hitch. His hand lingered behind your ear before dropping back to his side. Staring down at you he felt himself go tense, unsure of how to proceed. He wasn’t very good at this and he knew it. You brushed your hand along his forearm ‘thank you, Simon.’ Your damn smile made him feel something he hadn’t felt in years. A feeling he couldn’t quite name.

He took a step towards you, his breath gently brushing over your face through his mask. Your thighs clenched together, looking up at him through your lashes his eyes were hooded. Glazed over. You could feel his pulse under the bare skin on his wrist, steady, slow, strong. You parted your lips, breath becoming more laboured, ragged. Just like he imagined. You felt a pull between you, electricity flew between you both. Your chest was heavy and tight, butterflies swarmed in your stomach. Was he going to make a move? You knew you wanted it and you saw how he looked at you.

You dropped your eyes to where his lips were hiding behind his mask. Giving his permission, begging silently. You slowly licked your bottom lip as his eyes flew to the sudden movement. As you were about to lean in a knock on the clinic door startled you. Letting out a breathy smile you let go of his wrist and moved away from him ‘I should get that.’

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