#tee needs help let’s be honest

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Jenson Button’s hands

[bowsandsturniolos]

pairing: sub!chris x soft!dom!reader

warnings: smut, dirty + sweet talk, hand job, begging, no actual p in v, teasing, edging, oral, no use of y/n, dry humping, use of vibe, pet names (baby, sweetheart, good boy, ma, etc).

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you're on chris's lap, his boner poking into your thigh. you let out a shaky sigh, your resolve slowly crumbling more and more.

"chris, your brothers are home. this isn't.. no." you mumble, for some reason still trying to reason with him, knowing damn well he won't break.

"please, ma? i need you. s-so.. fuck. so bad." he whispers, rutting his hips up. your tongue runs along your inner cheek as you stare at the wall, thinking.

if you're honest, you don't really feel like having sex right now. but you still want to get chris off. you glance over at the needy boy trapped between your thighs.

"can you stay quiet?" you ask casually, cocking an eyebrow. you know damn well he can't. but maybe he'll try.

"yes, ma. i'll.." he swallows. "i'll be good. i'll be.. quiet." his breathing is labored, his stomach already heaving. you haven't layed a finger on him.

"take your clothes off." he shudders but wastes no time, immediately tugging down his red shorts, along with his white tee, leaving him in his red boxers, a prominent bulge tenting the crotch.

"those too." you say sternly, lifting your shirt over your head and tugging down your shorts, leaving you in just your panties and bra, which are a matching cherry red.

he slips off his boxers, pooling at his ankles. his cock springs free, flushed tip dripping with precum, shaft throbbing, veiny, and thick. you lick your lips at the sight.

you climb over him, hovering above him, lips inches from his.

"now, chris. what made you think you could be begging me all day to fuck you? whinin' in my ear like a fuckin slut." you grumble.

he looks away with flushed cheeks, his eyes full of shame. you grab his chin, forcing him to look at you again.

"i'm sorry!" he splutters, avoiding eye contact. "i've just.. been so hard for you all day i.. i need you mama."

"so what is it that you want, chris?" you coo, biting back a mischievous grin.

"i- i want you to.. to make me cum. please. i'm.. it hurts ma. i'm so hard i need.. i need help." he pants.

"be careful what you wish for." you say with a grin, pressing your lips to his before crawling back down his body.

you stop once your mouth is level with his standing dick. you smile, getting on your knees between his already spread legs.

you wrap your hand around his base, kissing his tip with purposeful pressure. his head throws back.

"nnngghh-" he whimpers out. you grin, latching your lips around his pretty pink tip, never once looking away from his bright red face.

your tongue swirls clean and precise circles over his leaking tip, the beads of precum leaving a salty and enjoyable taste behind.

he's gasping for air, stomach already heaving, white-knuckling his bed sheets. he's biting his lip so hard you think it might bleed, trying desperately not to make a sound, since his brothers are home.

you pull off and his grip loosens on the sheets, stomach muscles relaxing. he looks back down at you with furrowed eyebrows. "why.. why'd you stop?"

you smile. "don't worry sweetheart. gimme just a sec." you coo. "just cover your eyes for me, baby."

he does just that, breath shaky. you open your nightstand drawer, pulling out a vibrator.

"keep your eyes shut honey." you coo. you carefully climb between his legs and to his standing dick, very carefully switching it onto the lowest setting, praying he doesn't hear it.

when he has no reaction, you press the round end of the vibrator to his tip. he lets out a strangled moan, moving his hands from his eyes to grip the bed sheets.

"i didn't tell you you could uncover your eyes, did i?" you whisper into his ear. his eyes are screwed shut from pleasure anyway, but he's still disobeying you.

"cover your eyes like i told you to. and don't move them unless i say." and with that, you turn the vibrator up to the highest setting, grab his base, and press it to his tip.

he lets out strangled moans, kicking his feet, curling his toes. his stomach caves in like a juice box that a little kid ran dry.

you can tell it's too much, but he never once complains. he doesn't trust his own voice right now. you swirl the vibrator around his head.

he gasps at the change in sensation. precum leaks down his buzzing shaft. suddenly, you get an idea. you turn the vibrator off, to which he whimpers and kicks his feet. you knew he was close.

you immediately drop down on him, taking him fully in your mouth. you swirl your tongue around him a few times, making him whimper and whine, eyes still covered.

you pull off just about an inch, switching on the vibrator. you hold it to the base of his cock, sending vibrations all throughout his dick.

you swallow around his now vibrating dick. he lets out uncontrollable whines, moans, whimpers and pleas. you continue to suck him off with the vibrator until he's rutting into your mouth.

once he's about to cum, you remove your mouth and vibrator. he cries out, whimpering. "n-no! wha-!? mama, please.. i- i was so good! i-" he begs.

"i know, baby. it's just not time for you to cum yet. you can open your eyes." he removes his hands from his face, revealing the tears of pleasure and frustration streaming out.

you grin. he looks pathetic. and that's exactly how you like him. you straddle him, hovering over him. you take his cock and pin it to his tummy, his underside facing you. you lick a stripe up his underside.

he lets out a gargled moan. you sit on his base, your lace covered cunt on top of the underside of his cock, pinning it to his tummy, tip sitting right above his belly button.

"wha.. w-what're you doin ma?" he asks timidly.

"whatever i want to. now sit back and feel." he nods. you start to grind your hips on him. he moans, eyes shutting and fingers gripping the sheets.

you run your hands all over his tummy. you've always loved his tummy. it's so fun to kiss, bite, suck, leave hickeys on.

you've also always loved that he doesn't have a literal six pack, the slight stomach pooch that he has makes you wet every time you look at it.

you start to rub circles over his tip. he ruts his hips up, this whole time letting out strangled whines and moans.

this goes on for a couple minutes before he screams suddenly. "m'gonna cum!" his eyes screw shut, back arching.

you begin to coo sweet nothings. "yeah? you gonna cum all over this pretty tummy of yours, your gonna cum all over yourself baby. yeahhhh, that's right." you hum softly, rubbing circles over his inflamed tip.

"nnnghh-!" and then he cums. his back arches as he cries out, his warm white seed shooting out all over his stomach. you drool at the sight, heat pooling in your core, wishing he'd came on your stomach instead.

"good boy.. look at you. all messy for me.. yeah.." you coo sweetly, still grinding on him, rubbing his tip.

"mmph- that's.. ma i'm done." he whispers, starting to get overstimulated. you grin.

"ohhh, baby. you thought you were done?" you chuckle, grabbing the vibrator.

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author's note: hey yall! i haven't made a fic in a while so im a bit rusty, but i hope you guys enjoyed! love yall sm! with love, bows, and sturniolos. 💗🎀

@whore4mattsturniolo @evie-sturns @rysturns @sweetshuga @sturnsvelocity @emely9274

[lavenderdaisychain]

Calm before the storm

18+ readers beware

(Chat I’m gonna be honest I did not proofread this, my life has been insane so I cranked it out as soon as I could. Spoilers for episode 13 of you aren’t caught up on The Pitt)

Dr. Micheal “Robby” Robinavitchxf!Dr.reader

Tags: established relationship (married), age gap (bc ofc we love to sexualize old men here), violence, gore, death, gun violence, hurt/comfort, PTSD, ptsd related episodes, panic attacks, mentions of drug use

Wc:3.8k

~Normally you and Robby both take today off, but when he gets called in you decide to take Jake and Leah to Pitt Fest, only for it to take a turn for the worse~

“What are you doing?” You hummed into your husband's neck as he tried to crawl out from under you.

“Just gotta get up honey,”

“Bullshit it’s 5:30 and we agreed to stay in today. We’re taking the kids to Pitt fest remember?” You untangled your legs from his and sat up on his lap, wiping the sleep for your eyes.

“I have to work…I don’t want to but they’re down an attending and Gloria’s already up my ass I don’t need her to be up yours too if I don’t show.”

You frowned. Everyone knew what today was, especially Gloria.

“She’s a heartless bitch.” You pouted, crossing your arms defensively. Micheal couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, he kissed you, using the kiss as a distraction to get out of bed.

“Hey!” You shouted playfully, “no distraction kisses mister!” You got out of bed and threw on whatever tee shirt you could find before trailing behind Micheal to the bathroom. Your usual morning routine was quiet today, normally the two of you would make a game plan for the day. It was about this time you’d start calling him Robby, but not today. He needed to be Micheal Robinavitch for as long as possible before being ‘Dr. Robby’ for the rest of the day.

“Here’s some coffee, we’ll be by later to get the passes so you can see us off,” You smiled warmly, passing Micheal a to-go cup and his backpack.

“Wow, my wonderful wife already had my stuff ready for me! What would I do without you?” He questioned pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Well you’re an old man so you’d probably have a hard time on your own, that’s why I’m here,” you giggled as he rolled his eyes. With another kiss and a playful slap to your ass he was gone.

Robby’s headed your way, please keep an eye on him?

Already on it.

Thank god for Dana. You silently prayed that today would be an easy day. But who were you kidding, he was walking into The Pitt, and it didn’t have that name for no reason.

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“I could’ve picked you up!” You kicked the door to your house shut as Jake walked in, waving off his uber.

“It’s no problem really! I needed the quiet drive to calm down.” You couldn’t help but smile at Jake’s apparent nervousness. He had friends who were girls but never an actual girlfriend. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of how he looked just like Robby when the two of you started to date.

“You look like Robby,” you laughed. “scared shitless, but don’t be! Leah is gonna have a great time and I get to be cheesy and third wheel!”

“Honestly I’m glad it’s just one of you and not you and Robby. You guys are so gross together!” Jake pretended to gag at the idea of you and Robby being romantic. You were just glad you could come in and be stepmom without disruption, Jake was just hitting puberty when the two of you got married but he accepted you almost immediately. He really had become not only a friend but your son.

When are you and Jake coming by? It's been a morning, Robby’s had 3 coffees before 11am.

Technically 4…..but you wouldn’t tell Dana that.

Jake just pulled up, let me change and we’ll head your way.

You changed out of your pjs into some more comfortable outdoor clothes and packed up festival essentials before heading to the hospital. You and Jake walked into what seemed to be a normal day in the Pitt, minus the obvious influx of student doctors it seemed like another day in fucked up paradise.

“Hey Jay!” Dana smiled brightly and pulled Jake into a hug, Jake always made everyone’s day brighter when he came in. You took a moment to scan the floor, your husband was nowhere to be found. You looked back to Dana to see everyone quizzing him on Leah, and giving him condoms.

“Hey! Did y’all forget his favorite step mom is third wheeling? We’re not gonna need those!” Jake’s face quickly turned red as he turned on his heel and booked it to Langdon. “So?” You questioned, walking up to Dana once she was alone.

“Well we’ve had a kid OD, a woman’s foot fully degloved after she got pushed onto train tracks, two adult children having to let their father go after putting him on a vent against his wishes, rats, the Kraken is awake and those are only the highlights.”

“And it’s only lunch!” You breathed out surprised.

“Well Mrs. Robinavitch, how nice of you to join us.”

“Not today Gloria you only get one Robinavitch!” You spun around with a tight smile plastered on your face. “I’m taking Jake to Pitt fest. My husband and I were supposed to go together but it looks like yall go busy.”

“Doctor-“ Gloria had that stern look on her face you couldn’t stand, but you spotted Robby just behind her and found your way out.

“Gloria I would love to chat about why you’re mad at me and bullshit like that but my husband needs help with a patient!” You swiftly walked past Gloria, locking your arm in with Robby’s and walking down the hall.

“Hi Honey,” Robby kissed your cheek softly, you could feel the tension in his body relax as you wrapped your arm around his waist.

“How are you?”

He let out a ragged sigh. “As fine as I can be. Myrna just hit on me again, so at least some things stay the same around here.”

You smiled softly at him before pulling him into a tight hug, having to stand on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. He took a deep breath into your collarbone, inhaling the sweet perfume he loved.

“God I wish we were home curled up in bed.” He groaned.

“Your shift will be over before you know it.” You kissed him again.

“Gross!” Jake shrieked, interrupting your tender moment. Robby laughed, throwing his head back and kissed you again, harder. He gave your hips a tight squeeze before throwing his arm around Jake, leading him to the nurses station. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Even though Jake’s mom and Robby weren’t together, Jake was his son 100%.

“Mom wanted to know how you were doing,” Jake rubbed the back of his neck as you walked up to him in the middle of his conversation with Robby.

“Well that’s very sweet of her. Again, I really am sorry about missing Pitt Fest but you’ll have fun with the girls.” Robby smiled, putting 3 carded lanyards in Jake’s hand.

“You still free for Basketball Sunday?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Robby pulled Jake into a tight hug. “Hey when am I gonna meet this girl? I’m kind of pissed your stepmom gets to meet her before I do.”

“Soon I promise! But hopefully not too soon, everyone’s been weirding me out giving me their advice….and condoms.”

“Wait.” Robby turned to fully face Jake “are you having sex?”

You ran up and kissed Robby’s cheek before grabbing Jake and leaving. “Bye we’ll send pics!”

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You and Jake walked up to the security entrance for Pitt Fest, standing at the side of the entrance was a tall girl with long golden brown hair, she smiled when she saw Jake.

“Oh she’s cute!”

“Please don’t embarrass me.” Jake sighed, but smiled back at Leah, his cheeks warm.

“Hey Jake!” Leah hugged Jake tightly, she smiled at you shyly when she pulled away. “Hi Mrs. Robinavitch, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Call me Honey please, or Robin, everyone does.” You hugged her. “I’m glad to finally meet the person who’s been making Jake so happy!”

You decided to keep your distance and let the kids have their time as you walked around the festival, some of the artists were still setting up but there was plenty of food, art and shopping to enjoy. But your mind was other places. Specifically worrying about Robby. He looked worn out when you saw him. He had clearly been agitated and was covering it up, but you knew that eventually it would spill over.

The kids are having fun, Leah is a nice girl. I can’t wait for you to meet her! Miss you, love you, don’t forget to breathe.

You knew he wouldn’t see or reply to it immediately but it was there when he would need it.

Before you even realized it a few hours had past, you smiled listening to Leah and Jake rant and rave about their favorite artists, arguing over songs, albums and music theories. You had truly never seen him this happy around a girl and it made your heart swell.

Until the shots started.

You’d lived in the city, and been around guns enough growing up to know what gunfire sounded like.

“Jake, Leah, stay close.” You warned the giggling kids, trying to lead them away from the stage you were currently occupying.

“What’s going on?”

Before you could answer Jake chaos broke out. Masses of people screaming and crying, all headed your way. You grabbed Jake and Leah and ran with the crowd, trying to spot where the gunfire was coming from as people started to drop like flies.

You needed a place to hide. Or make it to the entrance as fast as possible. In the chaos a man knocked you down, separating you from the kids.

“Goddamnit!” You cursed, curling up in a ball to protect yourself from the herd of people running above. When you found your moment you pushed yourself up, scanning the lawn for Jake and Leah.

And then you saw them.

Jake was crouched over the top of Leah, the grass turning a shade of crimson underneath her.

“Jake!” You ran to them and collapsed next to him. “Are you hurt?” He shook his head, looking down at Leah. It didn’t look good.

“I-I - the bullets came out of nowhere” Jake choked out.

“Listen to me. Run to the entrance as fast as you can, don’t look back, don’t stop to help anyone,” you gripped Jake’s shoulders tightly to ground him to what you were saying. “Flag down any EMT you can find and tell them I’m coming with a female with a GSW to the chest. Can you do that?”

Jake nodded, you kissed his forehead and when the lawn was clear he bolted.

“Leah? Baby can you hear me?” You put a finger to her pulse, it was ragged, she was loosing a lot of blood. Jake had taken his jacket off and was using it to put pressure to the wound. You ripped your belt off and did the best you could to assemble a makeshift tourniquet. Leah mumbled something about how it hurt, her skin turning glossy. “It’s gonna hurt like hell but you’re gonna be okay.”

“W-where’s Jake?”

“Getting help, we’re going to meet him. Hold on tight.” You picked Leah up bridal style and bolted for the entrance. The screaming, crying and constant gunfire would’ve sent anyone into a frenzy, even you. But not today, today you had people who depended on you. Jake stood at the entrance with Logan, a paramedic you knew.

“Her name is Leah Fisher, one GSW to the chest. The bullet didn’t go all the way so there’s probable internal and external bleeding. She’s losing a lot of blood. I made a tourniquet with my belt but she needs blood now and blood when she gets to the hospital.” You turned from Logan to Jake. “Jake. Keep her awake. I love you.” You hugged him tightly.

“Where are you going?”

“To help. There’s people down that aren’t dead yet, we need to save as many people as we can.” And with that, you ran back into the chaos.

-The Pitt

The ER was chaos,different triage points were color coordinated in different parts of the ER to try and keep some form of control. The night shift had been called in early with the influx of bodies. Robby had tried to call you and Jake multiple times when he first heard about the shooting but neither of you had answered, your last text kept flashing in his mind.

The kids are having fun, Leah is a nice girl. Miss you, love you, don’t forget to breathe.

Don’t forget to breathe. The day was already wearing on him. He’d already lost too many people, but they were saving a lot of people too. He had to remember that. Robby would never admit to anyone that he almost broke when Jack Abbot walked in.

He stood in front of the ER staff, day and night shift and immediately went into action walking them through combat medicine. The entire ER would have to become one steady unit if they were going to make it through the night. Once Jack finished prepping everyone the bodies started rolling in.

Robby helped bounce from patient to patient. So far their survival rate was 1 in 3….wasn’t looking good. His armour was starting to crack, only Abbott, Langdon and Dana could see it. So they floated what they could.

Robby was about to throw Langdon out of the hospital from their previous conversation when Leah and Jake rolled in.

“Jake?!” Robby ran to Jake as one of the nurses assessed Leah. “Are you hurt?”

“Um. Ya my leg, but I think it went all the way through. Is Leah going to be okay? I put pressure on her chest the whole time, mom even made a tie with her belt.”

“Wait.” Robby looked up to see you weren’t with the kids. “Where is she? Your stepmom?”

“She went back.”

Robby cursed under his breath. Of course you were going to be selfless and go back in to help as soon as you knew your kids were in good hands. Robby passed Jake off to a nurse promising to do the best he could and went back to work on Leah.

It was bad. They all knew she wasn’t going to make it but Robby tried anyways. Intubate. Chest compressions. Push O-neg.

“Open another line for FFP and platelets!” Robby shouted.

“Are you sure?” Dana questioned. All Robby had to do was shoot her a look before she did exactly what he asked. Robby switched with the nurse to do chest compressions but every pulse check was the same. Nothing. But Robby refused to let her die.

He pushed as much blood as they could spare before Jack came up next to him.

“The bullet tore through her heart.”

“I know.”

“This isn’t part of our mass casualty plan brother. You might have to let her go.”

Robby could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn’t lose another patient. Not this patient. He continued another round of compressions, stopping when the final pulse check was still no Carotid and no femoral.

“Do you want me to go with you to talk with Jake?” Abbot asked, placing a hand on Robby’s shoulder.

“No, no I’ll do it.”

The conversation with Jake did not go well, Leah’s death was the final crack in Robby’s armour and Jake’s understandably upset reaction to her death sent Robby into a full blown breakdown. He curled up in the corner of the press room and let out everything that had been building up from the moment he clocked in. The sobs tore through him violently, all he could do was curl into himself hoping they would stop. Everything leading to this moment, every bad memory, every patient he couldn’t save, every person he let down, over looked, it was all coming to a head in this moment. He’d been holding this panic attack in since he clocked in and it steamrolled into a full on breakdown.

He clenched his shaking hands together as he tried to breathe, people needed him. His patients, his students, his son. You were out there somewhere helping people in the middle of the storm, he had to control it, but he didn’t want to. Robby didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there, minutes? hours? A knock on the door snapped him out of it.

“Robby…” Dana’s voice was gentle but it held a sense of urgency.

“She’s here. It’s bad.”

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“Female, 30’s, multiple GSWs, one to her hip, one to her lower left abdomen. She was conscious on the ride over but we lost her transferring from the gurney to the bed” An EMT shouted over your head, Jack was the one to receive you, a look of fear washed over him.

“Hey, honey can you hear me?” He rubbed your chest with his knuckles. “I need you to wake up.” His tone was clinical, he had to set his emotions aside. “Get a crash cart! Charge it to 200!”

Mateo ran over with a crash cart, setting the pads up, it only took one shock to bring you back. Your eyes shot open as you tried to sit up immediately.

“Sarah?! Sarah!!”

“Who’s sarah?” Jack asked, fighting to lay you back down despite your injuries.

“Jack Rabbit!! Sh-she’s a little girl, I had her with me. I was getting her back to her mom and dad-“ your heart rate spiked, you were distraught. “Sarah!”

“She’s fine,” Logan, the paramedic who brought you in, ran over to your bed. “As soon as we pulled up to PTMC her parents were waiting. She’s just fine.”

“Oh thank god.” You sobbed. Robby ran to you as Jack laid you down.

“Pupils are reactive to light, but it looks like she might have a head injury,” one of the nurses shouted over your head, causing you to wince. She lightly pressed your face looking for facial fractures but thankfully you’d covered it well enough from the stampede.

“Her pulse is thready, could be adrenaline, could be something else.” Jack spoke low to Robby. He nodded.

“Hey sweetheart, let’s get you checked out.” They stripped you down to get a look at both wounds. Robby grimaced at the bruises you were covered in, you had cracked at least 2 or 3 ribs when you’d been stomped.

The shot to your abdomen looked clean through and through with minimal bleeding, but there was no exit wound to your hip.

“Let’s see if we can stop the bleeding to her abdomen then we’ll worry about the hip I need gauze!” Nurses worked to stop the bleeding on both sides, Robby took a stethoscope and placed it on your stomach to listen to your breathing, it was getting clearer.

“Her abdomen isn’t distended, there’s only slight tenderness around the wound but nothing to suggest a peritonitis or a peritoneal hemorrhage. Let’s stitch her up and push O Neg.”

You were beginning to fall in and out of consciousness, only catching bits and pieces of what everyone was saying. You knew Jack and Robby were there, but eventually you succumbed to the darkness.

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You woke up to the sound of the organized chaos you were used to hearing in the Pitt, a heart monitor beeped steadily above you and you became aware of the oxygen hose in your nose. Your whole body hurt. You began to remember why you were laying in a hospital bed, there was a shooter at Pitt Fest.

“Jake??” you tried to move suddenly but your body screamed in retaliation. You looked around the room, your eyes falling on Robby, curled up in an arm chair next to you. Even while sleeping he looked tired, the bags around his eyes darker than usual. His stress lines were set deep. This was not how today was supposed to go. He was still in his bloodied scrubs, once blue were now a shade of muddied purple. Jake was nowhere to be seen, making your heart rate spike.

“Hey honey, he’s with Leah’s family.” Jack leaned against the door frame, arms crossed tightly.

“Oh. Oh poor baby.” You sighed. Truth be told you knew when you ran with Leah to the paramedic she wasn’t going to make it. But you had to try.

“You had us all worried sick you know, coming in battered like that.”

“I had to do something. I left the kids in the best possible hands…that little girl would’ve died if I hadn’t gone back.”

Jack ran his hand over his face and pushed off from the door frame, taking a seat on your bed.

“You’re abdomen is going to be sore for a while, but the shot was clean. The bullet in your hip fractured, we were able to stabilize the bone but you’re going to have to keep the pins in it and do physical therapy. You’ll be able to come back to work, when you’re ready.”

You nodded slowly. “How’s it going out there?”

“We’re a little calmer now, it’s been a few hours….” He wanted to say something, you could see it in his eyes. “Robby broke. Just before you came in. Dana said he was curled up in the peds room when she went to find him she didn’t even recognize him. He disappeared after we got you stable and…I had to drag him off of the roof.”

Your eyes widened, the only thing you could do was let out a horrified gasp. You knew when you woke up this morning he should’ve stayed, you should’ve been here with him. No. No, the people you helped today needed you.

“Thank you Jack Rabbit. For holding him together when I couldn’t.” He smiled at the use of your nickname. You looked over at your husband “Robby?” Your voice was low, gentle, but enough to stir him from his sleep. His eyes widened at the sight of you and he moved to your bed immediately.

“Hey..” he whispered, scared to touch you. Jack squeezed your hand and left to get back to work.

“Hi, I’m okay.” You were firm. It wasn’t up for debate. You were here, you were alive. Robby’s eyes brimmed with tears, you held his face as wipes them as they fell. “Hey, hey I’m okay Robby I mean it.”

Robby held you as tightly as he could without bringing you any pain, your perfume was long gone but if he tried hard enough he could still smell it. You could feel tears land on your collarbone but you didn’t utter a word, instead you rubbed small circles into his back, humming softly to comfort him. You held him for a while until there was a soft knock at your door, your eyes shot up and met with Jake’s, red rimmed and glossy. You patted the other side of the bed and he practically ran to you, throwing his arms around you and Robby.

You comforted your boys as they cried together, silent tears falling from your eyes. The night was far from over, but for now you were alive, and together.

And that was all that mattered.

an: oh em gee. I have been The Pitt obsessed and Noah Wyle really blew me away last week I can’t wait for Thursday. This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a week and I finally got time to sit down and write!! Lmk if yall like this and I’ll see what other ideas I can crank out! Xoxo

@ebodebo @sceletaflores @yuenity

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Confidence

I had decided it was finally time for a change. A few years after college and sitting all day at the office had taken its toll. Twink death was here, but I wanted to have a chance at a few more wild nights before I hit my thirties. So, on a buddy’s recommendation I called up Dr. Webb. He had been touted to me as one of the best in his industry, able to help with all kinds of health and wellness. In my consultation, we discussed my goals. I talked about my concerns around aging and some of the weight I had put on. He probed a bit about my health and family medical history. He was so calm and gentle. It was so easy to talk with him I may have even disclosed more than I wanted to about my college days and conquests. At the end, he leaned back and read over his notes:

“If I am being honest, I am not sure what you are too concerned with. You may not be your youngest, but I wouldn’t say you are deviating too much from a health body at your age.”

“But Doc, I don’t want to just slide into my thirties. I want to get out there like I did just a few years ago.”

“There is nothing wrong with aging my boy. It’s scary for us all but we aren’t stopping the clock any time soon.”

“I don’t want to stop the clock. I just want to feel confident in my body again.”

He stroked his beard and thought for a moment, “Now that is maybe something I can work with.” The rest of the visit was boring. But by the time I left his office, I had a pack vitamin supplements, a list of recommended exercises, and a follow up appointment in a few weeks.

Over the next couple days or so, I diligently took the supplements, followed the exercise routine, and logged my daily progress. It was strange, I didn’t really see a difference, but did start to feel a bit better. The biggest change I think I felt though was a kind of hormonal rebalance. I think doc mentioned it. My sleep was slowly becoming more regular, mood swings improved, and my flexibility was improving as I followed my exercise routine. However, I think it was also starting to create a fixation. I would just need to see my progress, check if I was improving. Whenever I got a small chance I would just stare at myself and focus on my curves. Were they any smaller?

I mentioned it to Dr. Webb at our next meeting. He laughed it off, said it was nothing unusual. But he did send me home with some meditation files to help me relax and center my mind. Help me let go of my worries and all that. And I will confirm they were effective. I popped on the first tape that night, listening to breathing exercises and ambient white noise. Woke up an hour later feeling refreshed. I don’t think I thought about my body much that night. In fact, I hardly thought about anything. My mind felt so clear.

It continued like that for a week I think. To be honest, the days started blurring together a bit. The routine was really sinking in, abs became an almost unconscious part of my day. At some point though, I don’t know when, I did start to notice a change as I would finish the tapes. I would always come to hard as wood. My appetite for sex was off the charts, quickly becoming a nuisance to take care of myself, several times a day. I even had to take a break at work one day. That is, until one day I saw myself in the mirror.

I was getting ready for the day, and suddenly something in me shifted. I stopped pulling down my tee and stared at myself in the mirror.

Damn, had I always been this hot?

Something about the way my jeans hugged into my sides and the thick matted carpet stretching across my stomach felt new and exciting. My mind said it should have felt off, but staring at my gut and feeling its weight ripple as I rubbed it up and down, I was entranced.

‘I felt big, strong, and masculine’, a voice echoed in mind, and I couldn’t agree more. Instantly my plans for the day were shot. I needed to get out there and find someone to share this body with. I couldn’t keep it all to myself. I popped my top off and went on the prowl for a piece of ass to demolish. A few quick photos and I had some nameless twink on his way over for an afternoon delight. Within moments of his arrival, I felt a shift in energy between us. I was used to a kind of back and forth, pull and push as people met and flirted. This was all pull. It started slowly, as he sat next to me on the couch. Then, he placed his hand on my thigh and gently rubbed. I was soon no longer talking to him, I was giving him commands:

“Scoot closer to me.” He scooted.

“Rub my belly a bit, don’t be shy.” He hesitated for just a moment before gliding his hand over my furry belly.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He nodded limply. He was fixated on other things

‘A man gets what he wants,’ rang the voice in my head. And my patience was running thin.

The commands flowed from my mouth quickly:

“Take off my shirt”

“Take off your shirt”

“Lay on me a bit”

“Don’t mind the smell, I’m wrapping my arm around you.”

He quickly followed commands, even started taking huffs of my musky pits as he curled into my arms. I didn’t tell him to do that yet, but I felt so in control as this man was getting hard practically in my lap. It was time.

“Pull out my cock.”

“Put your head right there.”

“Open wide.”

“Suck, boy.”

It was just so easy to get him to comply. He was like putty in my hands. He just bent to my authority as I guided his willing throat, mouth, and tongue through the best blow job of my life. By the time I was ready to move on, a damp spot had formed through his shorts at the tip of his throbbing cock. It bobbed in the air a bit as I turned him around and pulled down his shorts. I took a moment to press myself against him, let him feel the power of my body.

“Bend over.” And he went down on all fours.

By the time my next appointment came up, I already had a small selection of boys willing to come over when I needed them. They were so small, I was almost worried I would break them in half. But it felt so freeing to discover this side of myself. Nothing could beat a twink sitting on my dick, begging for me to cum in him. I reported back to the Doc that I didn’t think I needed his services anymore. He said that he couldn’t agree more, and that even he was shocked at how much progress I made in such a short period of time.

“Now would you kindly put your shorts back on? They did not need to come off for this examination.”

“No,” I replied, “gotta take care of some business first. You want to show me that cute ass of yours.”

“I don’t think so, I…”

“Please doctor, with a body like this? I’m confident you’ll find your work satisfying.”

[shelbgrey]

Hi! Could I request some Alex Karev smut? If possible? :)

Dr. Feelgood(Alex Karev)

Paring: Alex Karev x Fem!Reader

Summary: after being forced to plan a 'prom' at the hospital for Webber's niece, Alex and the reader decided to go together. They had nothing better to do, but their desire can't go unnoticed.

Warrings: SMUT, oral(female receiving), unprotected sex, pull-out method, sorta public sex?

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“Everyone goes to the prom!” Webber shouts. “Everybody!”

And that's when we become party planners instead of surgeons, well we became that after the LVAD wire cutting incident, but that's not the point.

And when you have someone like me who never went to prom and someone like Alex who couldn't give a shit to help plane, nothing could get done quick enough.

Camille's friends just wouldn't shut up. Alex groaned and put his head on the table. The girls continued to ramble about colors and lights and Alex groaned louder like they were stabbing him.

“we could go all white” one the girls said, but then stopped when Alex made more noise of anguish.

“are you having a Seizure?” I asked, more annoyed with his groaning than the teenagers yapping.

“Will it get me out of here?” Alex asked, setting up. “Fine. Let's go with seizure”

Then after a while George got Bailey to help. She got every decoration down to a Tee and got everything ordered. I just didn't want to deal with this lovey-dovey crap. I just broke up with Derek Shepherd because I found out he was actually married, everything was just getting to me. Even a dying guy like Denny proposed to Izzie.

I could tell Alex had had enough of everything too. He blamed Izzie for our intern group's suspension and put on decoration duty, he was just pissed. I couldn't blame him, others might but I always saw a side of him no one else was. To be honest he was my person as Meredith would say… even if he looks ready to punch someone.

I let go of an unclosed balloon full of helium, making it fly towards Alex as it deflates. “Are you serious?!” He grabs the balloon. He was very agitated.

“Calm down, I'm just messing with ya” I told Alex.

“No! Don’t mess with me, have you seen these girls? These decorations! And now this!?”

I shrugged, already accepting our fate. I looked around as the hospital slowly turned into some prom nightmare. My high school prom was hell… If I had one, guy asked me and I ever really got the full experience.

“I really don’t want to be here. I can’t believe Webber forced us to do this because LVAD shit” Alex complained.

“No one wants to do this, but it's for the chief's niece” I said gently.

“Yeah, I know, but he forced the whole hospital staff to attend is stupid as hell”

I shrugged. I didn't really care about most things these last few months because of the Derek and Addison crap. I don't know what possessed me but it turned towards Alex. “you wanna go together tonight? need to be around friends” I don't know how I felt about Derek, but I wasn't ready to see him at his damn prom with Addison.

Alex turned to me, surprised. Like he hadn't expected me to say that. He thought about it for a moment and shrugged “Sure, why not?” he said with a smirk.

“Great,” I smiled.

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The prom went off without a hitch. Y/n looked up at all the lights and decorations as her and Alex slowly swayed to the music.

“I can't believe I'm saying this, but this is nice” Alex said softly as his hands stayed on her hips, moving to the music. He was enjoying every second of this, all because of her. And he felt like he was getting back at Derek for hurting her. He felt good just being with her, seeing her in a beautiful dress instead of those blue scrubs. Even the decorations weren't pissing him off anymore, just being there with her ment everything.

“Yeah…” I looked away from Alex to look at everything around us, all the lights and colors.

“what's up?” Alex asked, she looked back at him with a soft smile. “nothing… I Just never went to prom before”

“Really?” he was surprised, in his eyes y/n was beautiful and a pretty smart doctor. He assumed she probably had a ton of guys wanting her. And he thought Derek was a complete idiot for losing her.

She shook her head. “no one really wanted to ask me…”

“I would have…” He continued to sway to the music, not breaking eye contact with her. Alex looks into her eyes. She had the prettiest hazel eyes he ever saw and the more he looked the more he could see himself falling for her. He couldn’t help but keep looking, they were like pools of honey. It was a nice way to get his mind off of work and the LVAD wire cutting incident. His eyes were locked into hers. He couldn’t help but admire her beauty.

“I was one of those nerdy girls no guy was interested in…” she said softly.

He put his hand on her cheek. She was just so beautiful, he had never thought about her like this before. And now the whole idea of her seemed so new to him and it was making him like her more. “That’s ridiculous. Look how beautiful you are. I don’t know why guys did not ask you out… I don't know why shepherd was stupid enough to lose you”

Her heart pounded against her chest when he said that. She hid her burning cheeks and rested her head on his shoulder as he moved to the music. “I got bumped up a couple of grades because I was smart… I played D&D… I was the weird kid because I didn't want to go out and get drunk”

Alex couldn't believe what he was hearing. He playfully chuckles as they slowly danced around oh... “oh, you were one of those geeks,” he said playfully.

Y/n scoffed playfully, resting her head on his shoulder gently “playing D&D isn't the geekiest thing in the world…”

Alex couldn't help but smile at her reaction. He rubbed the small of her back as they danced. “I was on the wrestling team… Who am I to judge”

“Wow, a wrestler” she laughed softly and playfully into his shoulder. “yeah... I was in marching band, school newspaper... All that nerdy stuff”

“Marching band huh?” he teased her, he lifted their arms up and he slowly spun her around before bringing her back to his chest. “you were a band geek, who knew”

“who knew you could dance” she teased back.

He smirked at her, holding her hand and continued to dance with her with zero embarrassment. “Shut up” he said playfully.

“ya know… If we went to the same high school, I would have been proud to go to prom with you.” he had a serious look on his face now. He was not messing around anymore. His friends would have made fun of him but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he didn’t care.

Her heart fluttered as she smiled, she wrapped her arms around his neck and played with the hair at the neap of his neck. “I would have been proud to go out with you too... All of my geeky friends would have been terrified of you though” she joked softly as we swayed to the music

He smiled softly and wrapped an arm around her waist. The other hand is still resting on her lower back. He leaned in to nuzzle her neck slightly. “I was always the scary one.” he whispered. “But you’re not afraid of me now are you?”

She ran her fingers through his hair as he nuzzled her neck. “I never was”

He smiled against her skin and kissed it gently. “Good.” he whispered before pulling back to look at her. His eyes searching hers for something, he couldn’t quite put his finger on what though. There was just something about her that he hadn't seen before, it drew him in and made him want more.

Y/n smiled as she stared into his chocolate brown eyes. Deep down she always knew there was more to him than him just being a surgery hungry asshole intern that slept around with nurses.

“Would you believe me if I said I always had a thing for nerds like you?” he said in a playful tone, he wasn’t joking. He genuinely liked her intelligence. She was beautiful and smart and that's what Alex liked in a woman.

“I don't know,” she said in a playful tone. Alex lifted her arm up and gently spun her around then pulled her back to his chest.

He leaned in to nibble on her earlobe softly, they both continued to sway to the music so their conversation didn't look suspicious. “I’m serious.” he whispered before trailing kisses down her neck. He could feel her pulse racing under his lips.

Alex smirked against her blushing skin. He loved how responsive she was to him. He lifted his head slightly to look at her once more. His eyes searching hers. "Do you want me to stop?”

She looked him in the eyes and shook her head. “N-no…” she said softly.

Alex's smirk grew as he felt her hesitation turn into desire. He leaned in once more, his lips pressing against hers with a soft yet hungry kiss, making her heart pounded against her chest . His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss as her hand held his jaw.

The loud music masked the small moan that slipped past her lips as Alex's hands slid down her back, gripping her ass. Alex pulled her even closer, his tongue slipped into her mouth, dancing with hers in a heated duel. He could taste the sweetness of her lips and it only made him want more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, they were barley dancing now and the 'prom' was forgotten.

Alex groaned into the kiss, loving how responsive she was. He felt his blood rushing through his veins, making him hard against her body. He pressed her closer to him, rolling his hips in a small motion, making a small moan get caught in her throat. Y/n slowly pulled away from the kiss and rested her forehead against his, trying to catch her breath.

Alex closed his eyes, breathing heavily as he felt her against him. He wanted her so badly but he knew they couldn't do this here. “We should go somewhere else,” he murmured against her lips before leaning in to steal another kiss.

“Let's get outta here,” she said quietly.

Alex's hands never left her waist as he led her through the crowd, making their way towards an empty examination room. Once inside, he locked the door and pushed her against it, forcing a moan to escape past her. She tugged on his hair as his lips crashed into hers again, his tongue slipping past her lips as he devoured her mouth.

Alex's hands roamed up her thighs, hitching her dress higher. He could feel how wet she already was and it only made him harder. He slid his hand between their bodies, rubbing against her swollen clit through her underwear. “Fuck,”

“Alex” she moaned, her head falling back against the wall as his fingers danced around her most sensitive area.

Alex growled low in his throat, slipping a finger under the elastic of her panties to slowly push them down her thighs as he fell to his knees in front of her. He replaced his finger with his tongue, lapping at her folds and tasting her sweet nectar. She let out another moan, tugging at his hair and arching her hips off the wall.

Alex hummed against her folds, loving the way she responded to his touch. He suckled on her clit, flicking his tongue over it as he circled his finger around her entrance. He groaned when he felt how wet and swollen she was for him.

Her legs got wobbly and she arched her hips, moaning. “A-Alex…”

Alex kept sucking and flicking her clit, driving her wild with his expert tongue. He hummed against her, loving the way she squirmed underneath him. He placed his hand on her thighs, squeezing gently. "Shh...I got you, baby.”

Y/n’s heart pounded against her chest as felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. “A-Alex, I'm c-close” she moaned as her head fell back in pleasure, eyes screwed shut.

Alex wanted her to come undone for him. He lifted up her leg and set It on his shoulder and sucked harder on her clit, swirling his tongue around it as he thrust his finger deeper into her wet heat. “Come for me,” He growled, not relenting until she did.

“Alex!” she moaned louder, tugging at his hair as she came undone on his tongue.

Alex hummed around her clit, enjoying the sweet taste of her as she came undone. He kept sucking and flicking until he felt her muscles start to relax. “Fuck, Angel” he groaned, pulling away slowly and kissing his way up her body as her fingers trailed down his body.

Alex kissed her deeply, she could taste herself on his lips. He pulled her closer, grinding against her as he grew harder. “I need you,” he whispered against her mouth. He quickly pulled the zipper of her dress down, making it pool to their feet. He lifted her up, pushing her onto the examination table.

“Take me” she grabbed his tie, pulling him between her legs. He slammed his lips against hers, the kiss was messy and rushed as she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders.

Alex looked down at her, his eyes dark and intense as he quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down. He positioned himself at her entrance and slid in slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered against her lips before thrusting deeper.

She moaned, arching her hips against his as the pain quickly turned into pleasure. “oh, fuck”

Alex groaned, feeling her walls clenching around him. He started to move faster, his hips slapping against hers as he took her hard and fast. “That's it,” he growled, nipping at her neck. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Shemoaned against his neck, digging her nails into his back. “A-Alex!” she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him deeper inside her.

Alex cried out, feeling her tighten around him. He lost himself in the sensation, thrusting harder and faster as they became one. His hips slapped against hers in a rhythmic cadence that echoed through the room. “God, you're so fucking tight,”

She tugged at his hair. “Alex, I'm gonna cum!” she cried out desperately and tugged at his hair.

Alex groaned, feeling her inner walls pulsing around him. He slammed into her one last time, she cried out and bit his shoulder. He slammed into her one last time before pulling out, shooting his hot seed across her stomach and chest. “Fuck,” he panted.

Alex collapsed on top of her, their bodies sticky with sweat and each other's fluids. He nuzzled into her neck, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. “That was... intense,” he murmured with a chuckle.

“A-amazing” she moaned breathlessly.

Alex grinned against her skin before slowly pulling out of her. He reached down and gently wiped some of his seed off her stomach with his tie, chuckling softly. “You're a mess,” he teased as he knelt down and picked up her jumbled up dress.

“It's your fault” she teased as Alex helped her step into her dress.

Alex laughed softly, his eyes trailing down her curves as he zipped the dress back up for her. “I suppose it is,” he agreed as he placed a kiss on her neck. “But I'd do it again in a heartbeat.” He smirked, pulling his shirt back over his shoulder, before he buttoned it back up he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Alex pulled back and smiled back at her, his gaze softening as he studied her face. “You're beautiful,” he murmured before leaning in to capture her lips in a slow, passionate kiss. He savored the taste of her on his tongue, wishing this moment could last forever.

She pulled away, smirking. “who knew Alex Karev was such a softie”

He let out an airy chuckle. “only for you” he smirked, kissing her on the nose.

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can you write headcanons of how ellie williams comforts fem reader after a bad day or a bout of insecurities? <3

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ELLIE WILLIAMS when you have a bad day

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ a.n.: YES? need ellie to do this to me rn. btw anon i missed the fem part of your request before this was written so i apologize LMFAOBDJD but i hope this suffices anyway! (and i’m bad at headcanons so this is kind of a mix of a drabble and headcanons OKAY THAT’S ALL)

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ pairing: gn!reader x ellie williams

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ cw: reader is insecure about their body, ellie calls reader baby and sweetheart, no warnings to be honest just lots of fluff, praise, and reassurance!

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ellie is like a knight in shining armor. she goes to sleep every night and wakes up everyday wishing she could hide you away from the world forever so you never get hurt. so, naturally, when you come home in tears, she’s quick to rush to your side, getting up from where she was practically glued to the couch to run over to you.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ “baby, what’s wrong?” she asks, smoothing her thumbs over your cheeks so as to wipe your tears away. you can only feel yourself choking up more when you catch glimpse of the way her green eyes dilate, filled with concern for her girl. “why are you crying? what happened?”

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ you explain how bad of a day you had had at work, how you had been feeling less and less useful at your job and more and more anxious instead. ellie knew you to be somebody who could let their anxiety get the best of them, and it was made worse by the fact that you were insecure on top of that.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ellie sits you down in the living room, her hand on your thigh as she asks you for more details, not pushing you but letting you know she’s there for you. she gives you praises in between, and what you’ve always loved about ellie is she doesn’t just praise you, but acknowledges your anxiety all at once. “i know how you feel. but you’re doing great, baby. i’m so proud of you.”

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ she’ll never admit it to her friends but she’s a big softie, especially for you. once you’ve calmed down, ellie encourages you to take a shower so you can wash the day away. once you’re done, she helps you get dressed, taking note of the way you cringe under her touch. not because of it, but because of how you see your body. ellie smiles at you, cupping your cheek with one hand. “hey, look at me. you’re gorgeous. every inch of you. do you hear me?”

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ she presses kisses all over your body, from your thighs, to your chest, to your neck, then your face. and it’s nowhere near sexual in nature: because ellie is worshiping you and all that you are. she lets you wear an oversized tee of hers, helping you get into it and loving the way it accentuates your features. “i’m so in love with you,” she whispers once you’re finally dressed. she makes you look at yourself in the mirror, her arms wrapped around your waist as she presses kiss after kiss to your neck. “do you see that? how fucking gorgeous you are? god, i’m so enamored with you.”

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ellie knows you’re not feeling like going anywhere, so she leaves the house to pick up your favorite snacks and pizza so that you can forget all about that bad day of yours. she loves watching the way your face lights up as you indulge in the food you love.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ the biggest cuddler you will ever meet in your life. she doesn’t mind being the big spoon or little spoon, just as long as you’re happy. when she’s the big spoon, her hands are wrapped around your waist, fingers rubbing over your abdomen, pulling you as close to her as humanly possible. when she’s the little spoon, however, she purrs at the way your hand plays with her hair, pressing herself back against you to feel as much of her girl as possible.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ellie knows you’d rather forget than talk about your problems, and it’s for this reason that she’ll watch a movie or tv with you, your head in her lap as you cuddle into her thighs. her other hand will be rubbing your back, making sure your anxiety was nowhere to be found.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ “you are more than enough,” she will tell you over and over again. she never, ever wants you to forget that. ellie knows you need the reassurance, and she will give it to you if it’s the last thing she does.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ when it’s time for you to sleep, she doesn’t let you leave her side. before you can get cuddled up with her, however, ellie does what she did before, and what she always does when you’re not feeling like you’re enough, and kisses you all over. she tells you why she loves each part of your body that she kisses, and it’s the most endearing thing in the world. her lips on your thighs, chest, neck, arms, hands, legs. anywhere ellie can get her hands on.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ of course, ellie knows that being insecure isn’t just about your body. and so, as you’re laying there, cuddled into her chest, she appeals to the mental side of feeling that way, too. “you’re doing the best you can, sweetheart. and that’s more than enough.”

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Imagine your first wash day at Joe's...

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When you first started dating, Joe had only ever seen your hair in a protective style or wrapped in a scarf, granted you met in the summer so those were your safest options.

As time went on and you grew closer, you began to wear your hair out more which required much more work, so you left a mini hair care bag at his place. It only had a few essential items like a leave in, edge control, mini spray bottle, some hair oil and a pack of silk scrunchies. Since you spent the majority of the time at his place he believed that was all you needed to maintain your 4b/4c hair.

You moved in with him a month ago, and today is your long awaited and very much needed wash day. The weather in Cincinnati finally cooled down enough for you to let go of the braids, so you planned to do mini twists. You wanted to start as soon as possible, so when Joe left at 8 in the morning you gathered your bucket of haircare products and locked yourself in the bathroom.

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It was about noon when Coach Taylor let his players out, they had a game that Sunday so he didn't want to run them too ragged. Joe, Tee and Ja'Marr decided to grab a bite to eat before heading to Joe's to cool off.

The moment the 3 men enter your living room is the exact moment you remember that you may have neglected to tell your boyfriend of today's significance.

"Hey babe, we stopped by that place you liked so I brought you- woah." Joe looks wide eyed at the organized mess of different combs/brushes, gels and bottles of hair products with you in the center of it.

You nervously smile at the trio. "Hi." You quickly finish the twist you're on and pause the movie you're 'watching'.

"Are we interrupting something- ohhh yea mhm got it. Let's go, Tee." Ja'Marr says assessing the situation.

"Yo wait, can you do mine next? You know, when you get a chance." Tee asks.

"Man, she aint doing yo crusty ass fade. I'm definitely next."

"There ain't nothing wrong with my cut." The two wide receivers argue on the way out.

You chuckle before turning back to your boyfriend, "I may have forgot to tell you today's wash day." You say sheepishly.

"You think?" He shakes his head and takes a seat on the cleanest spot next to you. "This is a lot, when did you get all of this?"

"I've had it the whole time, most of it stays in the closet a majority of the time." You shrug moving around some of the products so he can stretch out. He gladly scoots in closer and analyses your work in progress.

You had just finished the back before they walked in, your hair is pretty thick and a decent length so washing it took about 2 hours. Then you decided to make your life easier by making the process harder and blowing out the entire thing, that took another hour.

"The line in the back is crooked, but its look pretty nice overall."

You immediately smacked his chest. "Joey, what the hell."

"What'd I do? Do you not want me to be honest?" You glared at him.

"You've been hanging out with Ja'Marr for too long."

He chuckles and presses a kiss to your head, "baby you are the most talented, amazing and most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure to meet. And you are doing an absolutely fantastic job on your hair."

"Much better, now let me wash my hands before I see if you actually got my order right." You teased.

"I know you better than I know myself Y/n, you need to stop doubting my 'boyfriend skills'."

While you're gone he couldn't help but look at every single product in his vicinity. Trying not to knock over any of the open bottles of oil, he spots a bright blue gel-cream and reaches for it.

"Doo Gro, well I am growing out my hair." His curiosity getting the best of him, he scoops some out of the jar and sniffs it for safety reasons. Unable to place the scent, he rubs it in his hands then rakes his hands through his hair.

"Joe, what are you doing?" He jumps at your voice, effectively knocking over your bag of combs.

"Shit, baby. What does it look like?" He says now cleaning the mess of combs, in shapes and sizes he'd never seen a day in his life.

"It looks like you wanna be a giant grease ball." You snort picking a handheld mirror off the floor and putting it in his face.

"Jesus, I didn't put that much in." The dollop he picked up had somehow multiplied and made it look like he'd meant to slick back his hair.

"Aww my poor greasy baby, I hope you rubbed it into your scalp as well." You said picking up your plate and shoving the food in your mouth.

"I think I got that covered, does this stuff wash out- Y/n baby calm down it's not going anywhere." He stares wide eyed at the plate that's been half eaten in mere seconds.

"I know, I just haven't eaten since like yesterday. It probably does, just not all of it. At least you'll get thicker hair out of this," You can't help the giggles coming out as you continue to look at your boyfriend's head.

"It's not that funny." He bites his bottom lip as his own start to take over.

"You look like the kids that cover themselves in vaseline and peanut butter." The room's completely filled with your laughter to the point that everything has been forgotten.

"If doing your hair has always been this fun, let me help all the time." He smiles as the laughter subsides.

You shake your head, "I'll let you wash it next time and we'll see if you still wanna be included. Even with your giant football arms, you'll be tapping out before we get to deep conditioning."

He smirks, "all I hear is that you like my arms."

You scoffed and gave him a good once-over, "oh I like more than your arms." Biting your lip, you sit yourself in his lap.

"Oh yea, tell me more." His eyes blazed with desire as your hands run up his arms and down his chest.

"I love how big you are, but you already knew that." You smirk.

"Fuck." He growls pulling your lips flush against his.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

a/n: inspired by my HS self making the fact that I learned to do my hair during quarantine and mastered mini twists enough for it to become my entire personality. she was very humbled when they became a trend lol, I still love them tho and my nephew who covered himself in vaseline not once but 3 times. :)

[pandorxxx]

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Jake (avatar) x omatikayan fem reader (reader is in her early 20’s.)

Warnings: Cursing, p in v, orgasms, creampie, mentions of rough sex (bruises, dirty talk), smacking, Jake being a dilf, Tummy bulge.

Synopsis: Jake was an honest guy, a great leader, an amazing warrior, and loved by all. However, he has a terrible secret that you just won’t seem to let him live down. What will he do to keep you quiet?

Jake was always a pretty straight forward, honest man. After all, he was the leader of his own clan. Everyone loved, and adored him. He was always a great leader, and a helping hand. He had the perfect family, the perfect clan to run, and the perfect life. Or so it seemed.

It’s safe to say that everyone makes mistakes, everyone slips up once in a while. But jakes mistake was almost career ending. The people wouldn’t forgive him, his family wouldn’t forgive him, and your parents wouldn’t forgive him either.

This incident happened about a year ago. It was jakes birthday, and his warriors threw him a grand surprise party. There were food and drinks, maybe too many drinks. And once the party was over, and Jake was too drunk, he accidentally stumbled into your hut, and made the worst possible decision.

It wasn’t until he woke up to you serving him breakfast that he had realized the gravity of the situation. What made it even worse was that, you were completely swoon by him now. Some would even say crazily obsessed. You’d watch him train warriors from the trees, and watch as he’d embrace his wife as a normal husband would. But God, did it make your fucking blood boil.

You wanted to play it cool. You weren’t the type to blackmail or anything, but you were becoming a mad woman. You needed a hit of him again, and at this point, you’d do anything to get it.

“Just like that, chin up!” Jake directed as he paced slowly to make sure every warrior was holding their bow correctly.

“Good, Good! Hold it.” He commanded, standing in place as his huge arms crossed against his chest, eyeing every warrior in his sight. It wasn’t long until he heard faint steps behind him. He turned around to be met with your tiny figure, and his eyes almost bulged out of his scull.

“Bows down!” He commanded. The warriors immediately listening. “Uh, we’ll wrap this up tomorrow kids! Go on, dismissed! Enjoy your night.” He spoke nervously as he waved the warriors off. Once there were no more in sight, he grabbed your arm, pulling you to a nearby tree.

“What are you doing, y/n?” He asked in a surprisingly calm tone, considering you had been stalking him for a year now. But Jake always prided himself on being a patient man.

You smiled up at him, rubbing circles into his sides. Making him squirm under your touch. “I just wanted to see you. Is that ok?” You pouted, but he knew what game you were playing with him.

“What do you want, little one? You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get me in trouble.” He spoke lowly, holding your wrists in one of his large hands so that you couldn’t touch him anymore.

“You know what I want, sir.” You spoke sensually, eyes falling to his loincloth in wonder. He snapped his fingers, signaling for you to look him in the eyes, and you obliged.

“Never again. Do you hear me? You’re as old as Neteyam. This is not right.” He shook his head, looking around the forest nervously.

“One more time, and I’ll leave you alone. I know you were drunk the first time, and you probably don’t even remember. But I promise, I can fuck you so good. Way better than your wife.” You rambled, eyeing him up and down hungrily.

“Hush! You don’t know what you’re saying. I-I’ve corrupted you. And I feel horrible about it, I really do. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry y/n.” He confessed, looking into your eyes. However, you weren’t looking for an apology.

“Don’t apologize. I loved every minute of it. The things you did to me, the things you said. The love bites you left. I’ve never been fucked like that in my life.” You whined, bottom lip finding refuge in between your teeth.

“Wait. Things I said? W-What did I say to you?” He asked in a confused tone, his eyebrow cocked as he awaited an answer. You sighed happily, thinking back to that night, as you often did.

“How I was better than Neytiri. How tight my pussy was. How pretty I was. How well I took your fat fucking cock, how-“ you went to continue but he placed his large hand over your mouth.

“Fuck, enough.” He strained, removing his hand from your mouth. You smirked up at him, your tail swaying behind you in anticipation.

“And don’t get me started on the bruises you left on me. Didn’t know I was so into pain until you came around. Now I only want you to hurt me.” You smiled, running a hand down his chiseled abs.

“I hurt you? How?” He asked. Jake was completely oblivious. He wasn’t a stranger to sex, especially with his nympho of a wife. But he couldn’t recall ever hurting Neytiri in the way that he hurt you.

“You were just alittle…rough. But don’t worry. I’m a big girl. And I want it again.” You spoke, grabbing the band of his loincloth. He instinctively grabbed your wrists quickly, stopping all advances.

“I’m not- I can’t do this.” He spoke nervously, running his hands through his hair. You went in, kissing his chest shamelessly.

“Just one more time, please? You can’t fuck me how you did, and just leave me hanging JAKE. I need it, dammit!” You snapped, stomping your foot in anger.

“God, keep your fucking voice down!” He strained, backing you into the tree with one little push, holding you there with one finger.

“I-I’ll do it. But this is the LAST time, you hear me? I don’t wanna hear about this ever again.” He commanded, ripping your loincloth off in anger. He was just ready to get this over with. His entire plan was to give you the most intense fuck of your life, so that you wouldn’t come back to him. Good plan, right?

“I promise! I promise I won’t talk about it again!” You nodded excitedly, eyes bulging out of your scull in excitement. He shook his head in frustration.

“How do you want it?” He asked, getting harder by the second. He was a man at the end of the day, and you were very beautiful.

“Like last time.” You spat, running your hands up his arms. He let out a sigh of frustration, placing his hands on the bark behind you.

“I don’t remember last time, honey. You’re gonna have to be more specific than that, hmm?” He titled his head, peering down at you as he awaited an answer.

You chuckled into your hand like a nervous young girl who was talking to her crush for the first time. He pulled your hand away from your mouth gently.

“No, you can’t get scared on me now. Tell me how I had you. What, was it from the back? Front? Side? In what way was I fucking you to have you so damn obsessed, tell me.” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down you spine. You let out a soft whimper at his words, so ready for him to take you as his.

He began to kiss your neck gently, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. His large hands found refuge on your plump ass, squeezing it gently as he let out a low groan in satisfaction.

You could feel the waterfall pooling from in between your legs. You could also feel his large bulge pressing against your lower abdomen, thumping against your skin in anticipation for what’s to come.

You reached around lazily, untying his loincloth from around his hips. Once it fell, his cock sprung up, hitting his lower abdomen with a very loud, and heavy slap. Oozing precum trickling down his huge shaft, and all the way to his warm sack.

“Pick me up, sir.” You spoke nervously, standing on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck. He smiled down at you, immediately obliging.

He held you up in the air. Giving your plump ass a nice smack. “Mmm, so this was how I had you.” He whispered against your lips, before kissing you passionately. You grabbed the sides of his face to deepen the kiss. His lips were soft yet skilled. Completely taking over as his tongue explored your mouth.

He deemed it the perfect time to slide into you. Holding you up by your ass with one hand, while he grabbed his aching cock, giving it a few strokes before lining it up to your entrance.

With one hand, he guided you down onto him slowly, making sure not to hurt you. But it was safe to say that you felt full already. You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your head in his neck to muffle your loud cries.

“I know, babygirl. Just a few more inches. You’re doing amazing.” You whispered in your ear, sucking on the lobe before completely bottoming out with a loud growl. Your mouth flew opened with a loud gasp. With little to no warning, he began to bounce you on his cock firmly.

You backed up to look at him, placing your shaky hand on his stomach. “S-Sir, too much.” You strained, watching the large imprint form in your stomach with every thrust.

“Does it not feel good, babygirl? Didn’t you tell me you liked the pain that comes with it? You dirty little whore.” He tilted his head, watching his cock completely destroy your guts. The mix of pleasure and pain was consuming you. Similar to that mosquito bite that you continue to scratch; it hurts so good, and you can’t stop.

“I-I know. B-But I-mmm! too good, sir. I-I can’t!” You whined, your body flailing around from his hard thrusts. He began to slow down, thrusting into you at an agonizing pace. If you were being honest, this pace might’ve been worse. You could feel every inch, ridge, and vein as he pumped into you slowly.

“Better?” He asked with a devilish smirk, knowing that you were slowly crumbling beneath him.

“So *thrust* fucking *thrust* big! *thrust*” you moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head in satisfaction. He watched in awe, you were completely drunk off of him, just how he liked it.

“Yes, I’m destroying this tight little pussy, aren’t I?” He asked, listening to the squelching sounds followed with every slow stroke he sent you.

“Yesss, sir!” You nodded lazily. He sent you one hard thrust, knocking the wind out of you. Your jaw became slack, looking into his eyes.

“Say Thank you. For giving you the best dick of your life.” He growled, repeating the same hard stroke again, leaving it in you. You gasped loudly, eyes crossing as he overstimulated you.

“Say it, Princess.” He teased, repeating the same action again, this time, rolling his hips directly into your sweet spot. You let out a loud squeal, your eyes shutting tightly.

“Thank you, sir! T-Thank you so much.” You confessed breathily. He let out a loud chuckle, immediately speeding up the pace again. Sounds of skin clapping overpowering your very loud moans.

“And tell me how much you love this dick, hmm? How much you love when I feed it to you…niiiice and slow, juuust like this.” He spoke lowly, reaching up to smack your cheek a few times as he continued to plow into you.

“Yessss, I love it! I-I love it soo much sir!” You whined, cheeks burning from the little smacks he gave you.

“Now, apologize. For being a bad girl all this time.” He spoke lowly, sending you deep strokes right into your sweetspot.

“Mmm, im sorry! Im so-so sorry, sir!” You cried, tears blurring your vision. You were so close. The experience was too intense for you, and you just had to let go.

“Oh my-, I-Im gonna cum.” You whined, voice rippling from his thrusts. You let your head hang back, as loud moans escaped your lips. He was close too, just from looking at you fall apart for him.

He began to kiss your exposed chest, holding you up by your back as he rutted into you. “Cum on daddy’s dick. Go ahead, babygirl.” He moaned, watching your eyes roll back. Your legs began to twitch around his torso. You finally came undone, letting out an intense cry. His cream coated cock being revealed with each stroke.

“Juuust like that. Keep squeezing me like that!” He spoke breathily, his eyes rolling in pleasure as his thrusts lost their rhythm. With one last stroke, he came deep inside of you with a loud growl. He rolled his hips, ensuring that his seed made it to your empty womb, worrying about the consequences later.

“Fuuuck, babygirl!” He grunted, thrusting into you languidly as droplets from his huge load found their way to ground.

You both let out heavy pants, trying desperately to come down from your highs. Sweaty bodies finding refuge in each-others arms as you held one another close.

“About this being the last time…I lied baby girl.” He whispered in your ear, still pumping into you slowly. You both seemed to be on one accord, finally. Because you weren’t letting him go, no matter what.

“So did I…”

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[soldrawss]

HIII. Wanted to come and say that I love your artsyle (it's so squishy!) and your AU's! I first saw your baby Hunter and papa Darius AU, and now I'm in love with It Keeps Us Dancing! YOUR MINDDDD

Anyways, I wanted to ask if you have thought about April in your AU? Like, how does 2012 Mikey meet her? What does he think about her? Does he compare her to his April?

Oh and also, will he accompany the boys when they start their hero-ing? I assume that he's invited to all the hangouts, but idk if he'd be a more "let them experience things on his own", "I'm just gonna keep an eye on them" or a "fuck it, we ball together" older sibling when it comes to vigilantism.

Have a nice day! 🫶🏻

All of my moots know I have a very particular Achilles heel in the shape of babies, so if I ever make an AU, 100% of the time there will probably be a little guy involved, but thank you for liking my work! April IS in the au, she shows up a little while later (She would be around 12, Raph 11, the twins 10, Mikey 9, and 2k12Mikey (who I will call Tee) who is around 24). Tee KNOWS about her the entire time (whether the boys tell him or not, he always knows when his little rascals are up to something), but since it's an APRIL, Tee knows he can trust her with his kiddos and let them have their own secret escapades and let them decide when to actually introduce them. I'm still working out the HOW aspect, but I know that Tee comes to adore her. It will always be a backburner kind of reaction to compare everyone he knows with their RISE variations, but after almost 10 years in this universe, he's getting so much better about not comparing his memories to the real life, in the flesh, people he comes across. In this au, Tee (and Splinter, with a gentle little ass-kicking) are much better about teaching the boys ninjutsu, but Mikey is completely on board with the notion of letting these little goofballs be kids for as long as possible. He fosters their creativity and endless energy into fun tools they can use to protect themselves as well, while also allowing them space to grow themselves in a safe environment. When the boys finally get to be the age where they want to start exploring and adventuring by themselves, Tee lets them, because he WANTS that freedom for them, but he lets them know that he's always here when they need it. If they're ever in trouble or need help, Tee will come RUNNING. And because Tee has always been caring and thoughtful and honest with them, they return the notion. There's not so much sneaking around or hiding things, they come to Tee first when they have a problem, because he will always be a safe space for them.

[buryhny]

One Night Stand ; 24

➥ rundown ; as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child.

→ genre ; enemies to lovers | CEO au | pregnancy trope | slowburn

→ Jungkook x y/n → contains smut, fluff and angst → chapter twenty four ; wc | 2.8k

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the morning light falls to your face, forcing you to turn left and right due to the level of brightness. your eyes squint before they gradually open, allowing you to blink multiple times before you fully let them open wide. you take a deep breath, the room smells of a certain someone, it smells sweet, manly,

a perfume that you want to wake up to every morning and go to bed with every night. It's your hand reaches out to the sides of the bed, but it's empty. leaving a huge pout on your lips, you carefully sit upright as your palm holds your belly that's naked with your tee high above it.

You glance around the bedroom and see that it's spotless. your clothes are folded and set on the vanity chair, and the makeup tools that are laid around the boudoir table are placed neatly in the organizer. Jungkook had left after clearing up the place so you wouldn't have to do it yourself. you smiled at his thoughtfulness and recalled how he softly uttered words for you to help you doze off, and it worked,

you fell asleep faster than you usually would. if you're asked to be completely honest, you would say his body heat was the sole reason you were at ease. if it hadn't been for his warmth and the comfort his arms gave you, then this night wouldn't have been any less than the past three nights, which were nothing worse than torture. your phone was placed on the nightstand beside your bed, you checked your messages and the top of it was from 'Jungkook'.

[ From Jungkook ]

good morning, darling

I'm sorry I had to leave early because it's

a Monday you might wake up late,

but I still made some scrambled eggs with cheese

didn't find anything else in your fridge guess it's time

to restock.

have it and I left your vitamins there, so don't forget to drink them up

I'll come by the evening to drop you lunch

xoxo

the blush on your face had tinted your cheeks red as you read the texts repeatedly. he's getting comfortable, getting close, and that's leaving imprints on you. the good type makes you want more from him.

you wonder if you would feel this way if he hadn't put you to sleep yesterday. You both wouldn't have been this close then. like sleeping on the bed and shit.

[ y/n ]

that's fine.

Thanks for staying the night.

and thanks for the food too, I will have it all. come by anytime, I'll be waiting.

although it's past 11 AM, you're in no mood to move your body, so you decide to just lay down again and continue to have a nap until you feel energized enough. you're hungry but more lethargic, so you force yourself to wait.

-

Jungkook whispers to you. "I'll always be there when you need me, baby, I'll always be there when you want me. " he felt you stiffen inside his arms after he murmured the words to you,

which made him rethink his words even made him regret saying something he usually doesn't, afraid that he may have scared you with his unexpected affection or have revealed too much of his inner self.

before he could be vocal with his apology you grew closer to him, if that was physically possible because the two of you were already glued to each other. your face searched deeper into his neck and sighed in relief at the warmth and comfort that the man radiated from his body, you couldn't think of any other times you felt this feeling. not even your ex had made you sense this. you're not in love with this man but yet, what he gives out feels like it's made for you,

this toastiness he spreads and the love he gives out just makes it so perfect for you. you felt how his arms loosened after the long silence since his words, and you didn't like it. you wanted him to hold you tighter just the way he did a few minutes ago. "I like that."

the muffled words come out as a whisper, he could feel the movement of your lips when you spoke since your face was secured to his neck. his body soon washed off the rest of the growing tension and tightened his clasp around you, placing his chin on top of your head and then giving you a light kiss there. "I hope I'm not been a creep."

you slightly chuckle at his words. "if you would've acted like one, you wouldn't be here on the same bed as me." Jungkook hums and continues to brush your hair, taking the few strands out of your face and placing them behind your ear.

you never imagined the man to be quite a cuddler but neither did he, he didn't know he had this in him, Jungkook is taken back too. "sleep." he mutters and you nod slowly, your hands rubbing your belly while he rubs his hands on your back, to help you feel comfortable. "night Jeon." your words soft and faint yet it caught his attention, allowing him to gently bite down on his lower lip. "good night y/n."

-

Jungkook zones out for a while, it's Monday, the first day of the week so work is bound to be hectic but he didn't think it would be this difficult. he'd spent his weekend with you so work was totally out of his mind, but Jeon Jungkook keeps his professional and personal lives on two different paths, they never cross.

they never have and he never wants them to either but somehow today he can't stop thinking about you and he blames himself for spending the whole weekend with you. he won't deny the fact that he had the best time, being with you has become easy and stress-free to him that the first working day of the week has already drained him out and it's just noon.

he'd planned to wrap up work early so he could have dinner with you but since he had spent zero hours working on Sunday, it's piled up. all the emails and documents that he usually saves to read on Sundays were untouched and closed so he's under stress. and all he can think of is you. "Mr. Jeon?"

suppressed words come along with a few knocks at his door to which he responds with a 'come in.' "Mr. Jeon, the meeting with the Sohns was confirmed over the weekend, I hope you're aware of it." Jungkook frowns at his secretary's words as he opens email and sees one of them unread. "shit-"

he cusses under his breath. "yes, I'm aware. could you brief me on the subject again?" "uh-?" the man who stands in front of his boss looks at him confused. He isn't sure if he heard him right. brief Mr. Jeon? the man who knows everything before a week. "Sure."

Jungkook somehow feels embarrassed, there was never an opportunity for him to need a recap or overview since he's fully aware of every subject relating to his business meetings, trips and even the management of the HR. "meeting with the Sohns is today at 7 pm in Octagon."

yeah shit. now he remembers, it's at the high profile exclusive nightclubs. it slipped out of his mind. "Thanks, Hwangwon. you may leave." Jungkook sighs and rotates his chair to look at the glass window. he won't be able to have dinner with you tonight. heck, he even wanted to ask you if you'd like to come back and stay at his place.

he isn't sure if he has the time in the next few days. thinking about this, Jungkook can feel his stress levels increase. he grabs his coat, and leaves his office so he can take away the lunch where he ordered and at least spend about 15 minutes with you before heading back to work and then the meeting.

Q-

the doorbell rings, and Jungkook switches his weight from one foot to the other. You're taking time to open the door. when he's about to press the bell again, the door opens with a cheery you. you're wearing a lovely smile on your face, and your cheeks look slightly red like you've just walked out of a sauna. you're also in one of your cute animated long shirts and shorts, but your bump pops out. "Hey!"

he greets you after heaving a sigh like all his stress is long gone, it's quite surprising how things have changed. even though he got out of your bed at 6 AM and it's just about 7 hours since he last saw you sleeping like a beauty on the bed, he still somehow feels at peace when he sees you. "Aren't you gonna come in?"

you ask in a sweet voice, the man doesn't think you could ever speak like this before but look at you, looking like a little teen with a bump and talking to him with a toddler's voice. Jungkook quickly nods and walks inside. He knows he can't stay for too long. "Here's your lunch, I got you kimchi fried rice." "My lunch? did you have lunch?"

he shakes his head, showing a no at which you give him a frown. "Have lunch with me." "I would love to but work is piling up so I need to get back." "that's okay, you can have dinner with me." Jungkook wants to say 'Yes of course I will, I would love to share with you darling.' but he doesn't. "i have a meeting and it may be too late, I'll send you dinner or maybe you could order whatever you like."

there he sees the pout on your lips grow, it's only getting bigger and it's showing just how heavy your bottom lip is. "okay.." you mumble and take the lunch from his hand so you can leave it on the coffee table but he doesn't let go. instead, he places the bag on the table himself and grows closer to you. "aren't you acting like a little child today?" "no." "yeah, you are."

his hands intertwine with yours as you continue to look at the ground. "never thought y/n could be this pouty." "hey, I'm not!!" he chuckles and pulls you closer to him for a hug. So much like home, he thinks. his suit fits him so tight, that you can feel the curve of his arms and his abs too. "I'll be back after the meeting okay? I promise." "would you stay the night..?" You asked, unsure of his answer.

"of course, if that's what you like?" you nod and he nods too. "I'll see you then, have your lunch okay? and please don't stay up for me. it may get late." "okay." you murmur and he hums, looking lovingly into your eyes before he leaves your door.

-

it's almost 7 and Jungkook is tired, why does he work every day even on weekends so it doesn't get difficult to work on other days. one day off, and things get piled, especially for a person like him who needs to be involved in everything of the daily business work. on his way to the nightclub, he told himself he wouldn't have any alcohol, he couldn't afford to get drunk anytime.

As he enters the club, he can tell how different the atmosphere is in comparison to a normal cheap club. nonetheless, the women are just the same if not just with more expensive clothing and better trained performances. Jungkook walks inside to find the businessmen, and he does.

immediately getting into greetings and then working. "What would you like to have, Mr Jeon?"

"A Coke would be fine." "coke? Mr. Jeon, there's a reason why we set this meeting at a club, let's be comfortable and informal, we don't judge."

the men at the table laugh out loud, and Jungkook tightens his closed lips and nods. "I'd still like a coke" "whiskey for the table."'the man tells the waitress to get whiskey for all the 8 men present around the table, including Jungkook. "That wasn't very necesssary." "it's fine Mr Jeon, don't mind it. now where were we, yes, the percentages...."

the discussion goes on, and so does the number of intakes. Jungkook was too engrossed in the meeting like everyone was, his slow and few sips increased to glasses and more glasses without his knowledge because the glasses kept filling and he was not aware of it, kept continuing his drinking because he did like it, he missed the taste of full whiskey.

he missed getting drunk anyway. Jungkook was also reminded of you, by every sip of the alcohol, it's like he was reminded of you because he's getting attached to you too, slowly. like whiskey, the more you drink it, the lesser the bitterness, the more the needy. you're much less bitter now, almost no bitterness at all.

the arguments have lessened and now you both just want to be around each other more. Jungkook smiles at the thought of you, you just come as visuals to his eyes and he can't help but blush and go all crazy. it's the effects of alcohol indeed.

"excuse me, I need to step out for a moment." He leaves to freshen up a little bit, he knows he's drunk because he can see you everywhere, in every woman's face. he knows he shouldn't have drunk too much. even though he's feeling all giddy by the fact that he can see you in everyone, it's also very dangerous and disgusting to him to see you in unknown strangers'

faces. he just wants to go home, back to you. sleep with you on his chest and place with your hair while hearing the sounds of your breathing.

"hey? JK? Is that you?" his tracks stopped when he'd been called out by a certain someone. it's been years since he was called by that name and there's only one person on this whole earth who calls him or used to call by JK.

Kim Haerin.

his eyebrows furrow as he looks at his shoes and then slowly turns back at the familiar voice and tone of the woman who called him out. there she stands behind him in the shortest dress, above her knees, black bodycon and sleeveless. her hair is flowing, silky and in curls thrown behind her shoulders as it shows off her neck and v-necked chest.

"Haerin?" her name leaves his lips in a whisper as if it shouldn't leave his mouth at all. like it's forbidden. her lips curl into a smile. her eyes are droopy and she reeks of champagne which he can smell even from a distance. "it's been so long since I heard my name sound like that." She mumbles and takes a few steps towards him, her heels clicking the floor as she walks closer. Jungkook hadn't seen her in over 6 years now, and he could easily say that she looks so much like a woman now, her body, her face, and her features.

She can say the same to him too. He's much more than just a man to her. he's so buff, and she never thought he could look like this. "been so long, huh?" "What are you doing here?" "What do you think I'm here for?" she asks him and smirks. "You look so different." she whispers as she stays just a few inches away from him, placing her hand on his arm to feel the curve and bulk of his muscle.

This closeness doesn't stay right to him. He doesn't like this, this touch feels unsafe. It's mot the way you touch him, but why is he reminded of everything they've done together? "I've missed you. so much. I'm sorry for everything I did. Will you forgive me?"

she asks in her soft voice, Jungkook looks around the room. He thinks he should just go into the washroom, leaving her here. "it's fine, leave it." he says, Jungkook just wants water. Fuck, he needs you right now. his breathing isn't stable after seeing her.

"I've missed you so much, JK." She calls him out again, but this time touching his neck with her fingernails, allowing him to feel goosebumps rising his hair. his eyes move around everywhere, looking for something.

"Jeon? look at me?" she murmurs, and he looks at her, her face too close to him. wrong! too wrong! She knows he's drunk, she's aware. fully aware, yet she's taking advantage of this man since she knows his weakness. "Feel me-" she presses her lips to his. closing the distance between the two of them.

next chapter ⇢

[wrongbodies]

The Worst Science Convention I Ever Went To, pt 4

The next day I awoke to Randy's phone alarm, around 6am. I went about getting ready, even having to shower in his rather unimpressive body. The task of dressing came up too, which made me realize how drastically nerdy this guy was.

I found some jeans that seemed fine, and then a plain tee which was about as far from nerdy Randy's clothes seemed to get. I also found a hoodie and pulled it on. Looking at my reflection, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed still by the face that looks back at me. I knew this was only going to be temporary, I just need to hold on for a few days.

School was a mess, though. I will be honest - I am not a smart guy. I excel on the field, in bed, and occasionally in Call of Duty. Academics are not my best area. So being trapped in a nerdy boys body, going to his extra-nerdy high school was doomed to be a miserable experience. Randy had advised me to just try and lay low, which didn't help considering that teachers and classmates would often look to me for an answer, or to chat about the advanced topics.

The only warm spot throughout the day was the occasional chance to spend with Bradley. He was sweet, kind, and affectionate in a way my friends or male peers had never been. I was even feeling myself loosening up to reciprocate. Anytime I leaned in for a kiss that Bradley didn't initiate sent him blushing and starry-eyed. It was like Bradley just wanted to exist for Randy, and wanted Randy to feel the same way.

Which in turn created such a guilty feeling in me. How could I be doing all of this, secretly enjoying it, when the real Randy was going to break up with him? And wanted me to handle it for him, too? At lunch, sitting side by side with Bradley, legs pressed against one another, occasionally feeling his hand on my back, was perfection. I just wished I could have this with my old life. I wanted my body back, my lacrosse, and so on.

As I made that revelation, something occurred to me. A plan. Maybe something I could get Randy on-board with, and Dr. Lark. Most importantly, I'd have to convince Bradley of something too, something much wilder.

After school I sat in the bleachers on the side of the track. I watched Bradley's skinny body, shoulders exposed in his track uniform under the afternoon soon. He was at practice, and it seems like the two normally spent the afternoon together, Randy watching practice and then the two hanging out and doing homework.

I was on the phone, talking with Randy. He sounded winded, likely from my own lacrosse practice. He was sounding desperate to switch back. Between the physical exertion of the game, the lack of intellectual company, and the machismo culture of the team... Randy was so far out of his element. He even got in touch with Dr. Lark today.

We could switch back tomorrow, no issue. Thankfully Dr. Lark had another machine of his back in his lab, on the far side of the city. We planned together on how to get there and all that. Then, I shared my thoughts with Randy about the idea I had earlier.

"What? Are you crazy? You want to make someone else switch bodies??" Randy asked, incredulous.

"Well, think about it. This solves your Bradley problem, I get to keep him near me, and we can knock one of the asshole lacrosse players down a couple pegs." I explained.

"Are you sure Bradley wants this?" Randy sounded unconvinced still.

"He will. He is MADLY in love with you. And if he thinks that the 'me' that switches with you is really 'Randy' then he won't miss me- er, me." I continued. "And then you get to be yourself, no Bradley, and what's more we put a bastard I know on the team in their place. Bradley's place."

"I don't know... it sounds kinda devious." Randy pondered.

"Why don't you let me talk to Bradley. If he is on-board, we go through with it. If not, just you and me. Either way you still get to be Randy and I get to be Seth. It's really a win-win." I said, trying to soothe his nerves.

"Well, I suppose. I honestly wouldn't mind having Bradley away. I don't want to see his pathetic puppy eyes everytime I walk down the hallway, or him trying to get back together over and over." Randy said, sounding a bit poisonous.

"Then it's settled. I'll talk to Bradley, and then we can finish this tomorrow." I said. We hung up, and I looked at the track, to see Bradley grinning at me from across the way.

I wanted to take my boyfriend with me, I had realized. Randy was so lucky, and he didn't know it. Maybe this body or the drifting had made me weak, it could be the case. But, I have only been in this body for a few days, and I know that Bradley has changed my perspective on love so much. So it comes to this - I will have him swap into one of my lacrosse teammates. Randy swaps with me. I'll have to convince Bradley to go for it, but if he's as smitten as I am led to believe... this won't be a problem at all.

[kbunzzi2oa]

The night he came back...Min Yoongi...

W.C -• 4.9k

Paring -• Ex!Yoongi × Ex fem!reader

Contains -• Exes to lovers, small smut scene, kissing, taking care, angst, fluff, slow burn,

Synopsis -• After a stormy night, you can't help but take care of your bruised ex boyfriend..

Nef notes! : new small imagine, currently going to post small stuff, I'm working on a SERIES FOR THE FIRST TIME! cant wait! hope you guys like this, my friend recommended me this so yeah! reblogs, comments, or even a like is enough, as always my inbox and chats are open, y'all could always talk to me!..lav y'all!

The night rain came heavy—sheets against the windows, thunder like a grudge in the sky. You were curled on the couch, hoodie sleeves tugged over your hands, trying to ignore the silence that had filled your apartment since he left. Since Yoongi.

College had pulled you both in opposite directions. Deadlines, miles, depression, anxiety—you’d both cracked under the weight. He hadn’t fought when you said, “We need to break up.” Maybe that’s what hurt most.

You hadn’t seen him in six months.

So when the knock came—three dull thuds—you almost didn’t move.

But something inside you stirred.

You opened the door.

And there he was.

Yoongi.

Soaked. Bruised. Blood crusted at the corner of his lip. A split eyebrow. Knuckles scraped. Hoodie clinging to his lean frame like it was trying to keep him from falling apart.

“Yoongi?” your voice trembled.

He blinked at you, swaying. “Hey.”

And then he collapsed.

You dragged him inside, panic overtaking everything. He was heavy but familiar. Warm despite the rain. You set him on the couch, your hands trembling as you flicked on the light.

What the hell happened to you?

He stirred, groaning. “M’fine...”

“You’re not fine.”

You dashed for your first-aid kit. You hadn’t used it in months. Not since he’d cut his palm cooking, and you’d kissed it better.

Now, you knelt beside him, dabbing at his face with warm water and cotton pads, your hands far more practiced than they should’ve been.

He winced. “Still nurse-like, huh?”

You scowled. “Still an idiot, huh?”

His lips twitched, even as he winced. You caught the scent of blood and rain and him—so him it hurt. “Who did this to you?”

Yoongi didn’t answer. Just stared at your lips. Your eyes. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Your chest ached. “You could’ve called.”

“I wanted to. A hundred times. But... I didn’t think I deserved it.”

The words sank into your skin like needles. You taped a bandage over his eyebrow, silent. It was easier than asking the questions screaming in your head.

Later, you handed him a towel and let him use your bathroom. When he came out in your ex’s sweatpants—no, not ex, Yoongi’s—and an old tee he used to sleep in, you could barely breathe.

He looked like he belonged here.

He always had.

“Couch or bed?” you asked softly.

He hesitated. “Do you want me to go?”

You didn’t answer. Just turned, walking into your room. When you looked back, he was following.

Yoongi climbed into bed like a ghost returning home. No words. Just the sound of sheets and breath and hearts.

You didn’t sleep.

You stared at the ceiling while his presence pressed into the air like fog. Your back was to him, but every nerve in your body was aware—of his breath, his warmth, the fact that you still remembered how his fingers felt on your skin.

“Why did you come to me?” you whispered.

A long pause.

“Because I didn’t want to be alone when it all finally broke.”

You rolled over. Met his eyes in the dark.

“Yoongi, what happened?”

He was quiet. Then: “A fight. With some guys in a bar. I was drunk. I said something I shouldn’t have. I’ve been... spiraling.”

You swallowed hard. “Are you okay?”

“No."

It was honest. Raw. And that’s what shattered you.

You reached for his hand. Found his fingers cold. “You should’ve told me.”

“I didn’t want to drag you down again.”

Your voice cracked. “You were never a burden. You were just hurting.”

His grip tightened. “I didn’t know how to fix myself. And i hated that you were always trying.”

“I tried because I loved you.”

The words echoed. Hung in the room like smoke.

Yoongi exhaled. “I never stopped.”

Your breath hitched.

“I wake up thinking of you,” he murmured. “Fall asleep wishing you were next to me. Every day, I tell myself I made the right choice staying away. And every night, I know I didn’t.”

Tears stung your eyes.

He shifted closer, faces inches apart now. “I miss your laugh. Your dumb movies. The way you kissed my neck when you thought I was asleep. I miss you.”

You couldn’t stop it—you reached out, cradling his bruised face, thumbing over the cut on his lip. “You’re still mine,” you whispered.

He nodded. “If you’ll have me.”

The kiss was soft at first.

Cautious.

Like touching flame after months in the cold. But then his hand slid to your hip, and yours into his hair, and it was like no time had passed at all. Mouths remembering. Bodies relearning.

Yoongi groaned against your lips, pulling you closer like he was afraid you’d vanish.

Your breath hitched as his tongue slid over yours, slow and desperate.

You gasped, whispering, “Yoongi—”

And he kissed you deeper.

The tension exploded, like all the pain and want and regret combusted at once. Clothes were pulled off in the dark. You guided him onto his back, straddling him, trailing kisses over the bruises on his jaw, his neck.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed.

“For what?”

“For letting you go.”

He cupped your cheek. “Then don’t let me go tonight.”

It wasn’t rushed.

It was slow, like mourning and rebirth all in one. His hands were reverent, trembling, as he touched your skin like it was sacred. You gasped when he entered you, both of you still and breathless for a moment.

Then he moved.

And it was like poetry written in sweat and skin and gasps. Like every fight, every lonely night, every missed chance was being rewritten.

“God, I missed this,” he rasped against your throat. “Missed you.”

You moaned, fingers digging into his back. “Yoongi... please...”

He kissed you through it. Touched you like he needed to memorize every inch. And when you came, it was with his name on your lips, whispered like a prayer.

He followed, groaning into your neck, his body shaking.

Afterward, he collapsed beside you, breathless, clinging like he was scared you’d vanish.

You didn’t let go.

The morning was grey and soft.

You woke to Yoongi’s arms around you. His breath against your shoulder. His thumb tracing light patterns over your stomach.

“You still love me?” he murmured.

You nodded. “Always.”

“Then I’ll get better. For you. For us.”

Tears welled again. But this time, they were warm.

You turned to face him. “We’ll get better together.”

He smiled—small, broken, but real.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve to heal.”

And when he kissed you again—slow, tender—you believed it.

[legitalicat]

Too Sweet - Modern!Aegon Targaryen ii x reader

AN: Hello my beautiful people! I hope you enjoy this story. It started as a little love note to the song "Too Sweet" by Hozier because I feel it's very Aegon coded. It then became kind of an amalgamation of a few different stories. My own story and journey with alcoholism and recovery played a big part in this, and as I wrote it parts of my feelings about my older brother, who is in active addiction, came into play. Please know that this is not everyone's story. Recovery from addiction looks different for most everyone. I truly overcame my addiction through building community and connections. I know many people who have to work a program to succeed. I know a person who actually did get a degree after a near lifetime of addiction and now he does a lot of things to help our local community in treating addiction. So really, this is a love letter to people like me and my brother. There is hope and I believe in every one of you.

Link to the TED Talk mentioned.

TW: blatant talks of alcoholism and substance abuse, talks of rehab, family issues, abusive family subtext yet never explicitly stated, gonna say it's kinda angsty, FLUFF

Pairings: Aegon Targaryen ii x reader

Word count: almost 3k

The soft pads of her feet made barely any noise as she walked into his bedroom, carrying a mug in each hand and wearing nothing but his MCR tee-shirt. Technically, they should both be in a deep sleep by now. It was fast approaching four in the morning and neither of them had bothered to close their eyes once. It was all he could to not hold her close in bed and stare at her captivating beauty.

When Aegon first saw her, weeks ago, he was stunned. It was the first time he had gone to the new bar right down the road from his apartment and it just so happened it was karaoke night. He had been tempted to turn around when he heard a horrendous rendition of his favorite Hozier song. But then she took the mic from her drunken friend, and it was as if the heavens parted and the gods showed him the future Mrs. Aegon Targaryen.

“Your coffee, sir,” she said to him as she handed him a mug. “No worries, it’s as black as your soul,” she added with a teasing grin.

“Thank you, beautiful,” he said as he took the mug from her.

She was truly a lesson in divinity for him. Aegon didn’t truly believe she was the most gorgeous woman on the planet. There would be people who would think she was average looks, maybe even less than that, but he didn’t need her to be more beautiful than anyone else. He wanted her exactly as she was. Beautiful like a spring day, teeming with beauty in the most natural of ways. Like one would think of a cherry blossom tree, or their favorite flower. Simple and breathtaking, a reminder of life and truth on a fundamental level.

He knew it the moment they locked eyes in that bar. Her voice shook from nerves as she sang in front of the crowd of strangers. When she looked at him, and he at her, he felt joyful for the first time in years. All of the stupid shit with his family, the years of drowning his sorrows in whiskey and wine and any other drug, none of it mattered.

If he were honest, he couldn’t remember how he got so lucky. He knew he approached her once she was done singing and complimented her. By the end of the night she was nestled beside him in bed, and he’d be damned if he ever let her leave.

“Gods, you’re amazing,” he muttered as he watched her. He knew she was drinking hot chocolate, finding the taste of coffee much too bitter.

“What was that?” she asked him when she pulled the mug away from her face. She had a bit of whipped cream on her upper lip, making his heart feel like it was on the brim of exploding.

He leaned forward, just barely, and lifted his hand to wipe the cream away with his thumb. She gave him a cute little smile when it brushed against her lips, puckering them to press a kiss to his skin. When he pulled his hand away and sucked the cream off, he heard her giggle.

“This is why you’re so sweet. Where most people drink whiskey and coffee, you put sugar in your sugar and drink it until the sun comes up,” he told her. Of course, he was teasing her.

“Because unlike you, Mr. Listen to Sad Music Even When I’m Happy, I like to enjoy things. The good things. The sweet things, like whipped cream and hot chocolate and fruit loops in bed on Saturday mornings. I just think I live a better life than you,” she told him. She was grinning from ear to ear.

If Aegon wasn’t so afraid of rejection, he would tell her how he loved her. He loved that she wanted to eat sweets at all times. He loved that she teased him for listening to My Chemical Romance or Asking Alexandria, calling it all sad music, even when she would listen right alongside him. He loved that she would start crying at the Wonka movie near the end, unashamed about feeling overwhelmed by the backstory.

If he weren’t so afraid she didn’t love him, he would tell her. He knew it had only been a few weeks, that all logic points to love at first sight being nothing more than him just getting turned on by her appearance. But how could he not love her when she sat in bed with him like this after making him a cup of coffee before the sun had even risen? How could one resist the gentleness of her touch when they watched TV together and she insisted on holding his hand? How could he be expected to watch her hyper fixate on a book or a video game, talking about it for hours on end with so much passion she always ended up wound up and breathless?

“You’re too sweet for me,” he told her as he laid back against the head board. He gently pulled her into his side, wanting to have her as close as humanly possible.

His words were met with an amused chuckle. She didn’t fight his hold on her, instead melting into him as though it was where she had always been.

“Tell me about your family,” she said quietly. “I mean, I’ve not been further than ten feet from you for weeks and you haven’t said the first word about them.”

He could feel his jaw clench as she asked him. His family was a complicated and sensitive subject. Even though he wished he never had to speak to her about them, he knew he had to if he had any hopes of them becoming more than just a passion fueled fling.

“Not much to really say. Dad ran Draconic Industries. My older sister, Rhaenyra, is my dad’s daughter with his first wife. He made her next in line to take over the business. Me, my younger siblings, even my mom, we never really mattered much to dear old dad. He died when I was nineteen. I don’t really matter much to any of the rest of them,” he told her, tracing shapes on her bare thigh as he spoke.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” she said quickly.

“It is,” he told her without any uncertainty. “Helaena, my younger sister, hasn’t spoken to me in a few years either. I haven’t spoke to my youngest brother Daeron since we were kids. And my brother Aemond…he was the last to hold out hope for me and I burned that to the ground a long time ago. I think it’s been at least a year. My mom completely disowned me about four years ago, when I was around twenty-two, cause I refused to go to rehab again.”

She frowned softly but said nothing. He could only imagine what was going through her head at this point. If roles were reversed, he would probably be planning his exit strategy. All it felt like he told her was a sob story about a poor rich kid who can’t live off mommy and daddy anymore. He felt pathetic.

“What did you go to rehab for?” she asked him.

“Started partying when I was like twelve. Alcoholic by age fourteen. Lead to worse shit, as it does, and I overdosed when I was eighteen on some coke. My mom and grandfather checked me into rehab the following week. Have done two more stints since. Never really stuck, and I haven’t been sober for more than a few days since I was like fifteen.”

He was laying in all our there for her. He wanted her to know so she could decide if she thought he was worth the trouble. He couldn’t blame her if she ran away from him. Why would she stick around? All of his family had washed their hands of him and they were family. She was just someone he met in a bar a few weeks before.

She stayed quiet for a long time. Longer than he would’ve liked. The silence weighed on his heart like an elephant pressing against his chest. He wanted to beg her to say something, anything, just so he knew where her head was at.

Though, he noticed, she didn’t move away from him. She stayed right there, comfortable tucked into his side, occasionally sipping her hot chocolate. His own mug, still filled with coffee, had gone near forgotten in his hand. He was too focused on her.

“You know, the opposite of addiction is connection. Watched a TED Talk one time about it. They found when addicts are treated like people instead of criminals, integrating them into society instead of isolating them, they show less of a struggle with addictions. Allow their basic needs to be met, give them a community, and they thrive,” she said softly after several moments.

She sat up, her warmth leaving him. He felt lonely without her touching him even though she was still well within arm’s reach. She was all he wanted, all he needed.

“I’m not saying I can fix you. I’m not saying the cure to all your problems is me giving my heart to you. I am, however, telling you that I haven’t once seen you drunk or high or anything and we basically haven’t been apart in weeks. If you want to develop healthy connections, create a community, be a person, I am more than willing to be part of it,” she said.

His heart started beating rapidly against his chest. He knew she was right. Since being with her, he hadn’t really felt the need for anything. He had physical cravings, sure, but no mental desire. Aegon didn’t want a moment with her to be a hazy memory that he may be able to recall when he's older.

“Why?” he asked her.

“Because I love you,” she said.

The weeks and months following that night, Aegon really put in the work. Y/N had made it clear to him that she was not going to just give him everything. If he wanted this, it was on him. She was only helping him.

Together, they had found a group therapy program for him. It was ran by a man who had gotten his psychology degree a few years before, but had struggled with addiction for most of his life. That was the first step, a step Aegon felt proud he had taken once he realized he didn’t feel so alone anymore.

The next step, he decided on by himself. The group program was all well and good, but he felt a need to find a deeper explanation into himself. Once a week he found himself sitting in a therapist’s office, talking about everything and nothing all at once. They spoke about his family, his self imposed isolation from them and how that lead to them cutting off, his hopes and dreams for the future.

Through this, he found out about opportunities for volunteer work in the community. He realized he quite liked working at the local secondhand store that helped people in need. He even brought her with him on the Saturdays he worked a shift, turning it into something they enjoyed together.

Even at work, he began reaching out more. If the opposite of addiction was connection, then by the gods he was going to make connections. His coworkers were enough to give him a good laugh. All of them were extremely proud of the progress he made, always encouraging him. He found that little bit alone made it easier for him to be more himself. In the conversations he was able to have with his coworkers, he talked about shows, movies, and music he liked and became friends with a few of them.

It was with this progress, along with the support Y/N provided, that Aegon found himself at the door of his family’s estate. He hadn’t been here in years. He knew all of his younger siblings still lived here. Helaena’s bright yellow VW Beetle sat parked in the driveway, Aemond’s motorcycle probably laid in parts in the garage, and Daeron had always been more content taking a town car than actually driving himself anywhere.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Y/N told him as she held his hand tightly. He had asked her to come with him so she could at least meet them. They needed to see how he had changed.

“I do have to. If for no other reason than to show them I’m not who they remember me to be,” he told her.

“Did you talk to Dr. Wilson about this? I mean, I just, I don’t want you to,” she said, trying desperately to find the right words. He silenced her with a kiss to her forehead.

“And I love you for it,” he said to her, holding her hand as tightly as she held his. “I’m okay with whatever happens in there.”

He knocked hard on the door. It wasn’t long before his mother answered. The ever looming presence of Alicent Hightower, never Targaryen, filled the entire space of the door frame. Her auburn curls were tied neatly back into a bun, her brown eyes widened in surprise.

The woman before him, despite being in her forties, showed no true signs of aging. There were no gray hairs scattered around her head, no fine lines or wrinkles. The only indication of a less than flawless appearance were the almost invisible lines that came from the outer corners of her eyes, put there by the fact that just like Aegon, her eyes would always squint up whenever she smiled.

“Aegon,” she said quietly. She looked at him like she saw a ghost.

“Hi, mom. Can we come in?” he asked her, biting his lip. Y/N gave his hand a small squeeze as if to remind him she was with him. He had her support every step of the way.

Alicent nodded silently and stepped to the side, allowing them entrance. The house was the same as the last time he was here. All of the old family photos hung on the walls of the hallway to the living room. The air smelled of cedar wood and spiced apples, giving it the perpetual scent of fall. It was warm and inviting, the plush couch so comfortable beneath him it was almost indicative of how much money his mother spent on it.

In a lot of ways, the house felt like his family. It was the epitome of warmth and love on first glance. When you looked closer, you could see how some of the picture frames were void of glass, having been broken in one family argument or another. There was a coat the hung on the same rack, day in and day out, hiding the hole where his head went through the wall in a drunken stupor. The paint on the walls were beginning to chip away, revealing the yellowing walls that proved how much his dad had liked to smoke. It was haunted, irreversibly scarred by the past.

A maid came around and asked the three of them if they wanted a drink. Alicent requested a glass of wine. Aegon noticed how surprised she looked when he just asked for a soda, like Y/N was having. He also noticed how she kept looking at his hand that held Y/N’s.

“And who is this?” She asked, nodding her head to Y/N.

“This is the woman I’m going to marry, Y/N,” he said confidently.

They hadn’t spoken about it, there wasn’t a ring on her finger. But he had no doubt in his mind that he would marry her. He was certain that she was who he was made for. The gods had her in mind when they designed him, knowing how much he would love her. She truly was his soulmate.

“And so you came to show her how terrible we all are?” she asked him, eyebrow raised. “Or did you come for money? Because you’re not getting a dime.”

“Neither,” he said firmly. “I just wanted you to see me, mom. I wanted to see you.”

She was surprised at his words. The last time he had spoken to her, he had been begging for money. Crying, begging. When she refused, trying to help him in the best way she knew how, he screamed at her about all of her faults. The last words he spoke to her was how he could only hope that he had the courage to kill himself before he turned into her.

“I’m sorry for…for everything,” he told her. “It wasn’t fair of me to blame everything on you.” Y/N squeezed his hand again. He looked down at their hands and he knew he was okay. He would be okay. “I’m like, eight months sober from everything. Not a drop of booze, no drugs. I have a full time job, I volunteer on the weekends at a secondhand store. I’m doing good, mom.”

Tears flooded to her eyes as she looked at him. Her oldest son, the first person she ever truly loved in a selfless manner. She had thought he was completely lost to her. The vicious creature he had been when they last saw each other had melted away entirely.

“Do you want to stay for dinner?” she asked him. He could only wordlessly nod, allowing her the time to stand from her chair and walk over to him. She hugged him tighter than she ever had.

He looked over Alicent’s shoulder at Y/N. The woman he loved was watching him with tears of her own, a smile on his face. She was good, too good, for him. She had opened his eyes to a reality he had been scared to face. But she had never once made him face it alone.

And that made all the difference.

[emkayewrites]

A *new* snippet from my Lukola fanfiction: finally updated after nearly 5 months! I TOLD YOU I'D BE BACK!

28th July 2023 - London (UK)

“Oh, God. This is really shite.” Nicola let out an exasperated sigh as she surveyed her work.

She was lying on her stomach, stretched across her living room floor, dressed in nothing but a large white T-shirt.  She was focused on the paper in front of her which was covered in indistinguishable black scribbles.  Strewn all around her were an assortment of coloured felt-tip markets and balled up pieces of paper – evidence of a creatively-challenging afternoon.

Luke appeared behind her and knelt over to peer at her handiwork.  She watched the expression on his face with some bemusement.

“It’s…” He started to formulate his words, his face blank.

“It’s…?” Nicola pressed; one eyebrow arched.

His eyes met hers and he smiled a smile that she had been getting to know well.  It was a pacifying smile. 

“You’re really pretty.” He concluded and moved his lips closer to hers.

She raised a palm up so that it created a barrier between their faces and rolled her eyes.

“No!” She shook her head at him. “You can’t distract me again.”

He seemed to take little notice of her protest, instead focusing his attention on placing a kiss on her hand.

Ugh, why did that have to feel so good?  She thought while gently prying her hand away from him.

“We need focus. Or you need to leave.” She threatened.  It was a half-hearted threat. 

If she was being honest with herself, it was not even half-hearted.  It was completely empty. 

It was not lost on her that they had not spent a single day or night apart since the Barbie premiere.  It hadn’t been intentional.  By some miracle, they had both found some slack in their schedules and it had just felt right to spend almost every waking moment together when work was not an obstacle.  Admittedly, they did spend most of their time in a bubble in either her apartment or his, away from the world but that was exactly what they were both craving.  In fact, the only thing they seemed to be craving these days was each other.  It was kind of becoming a problem.  After all, she was sure it was the reason why she was in the position she was in now: wearing nothing but her boyfriend’s T-shirt at four o’clock in the afternoon, desperately trying to work to a deadline that was very important to her but failing because said boyfriend was intent on being a menace every opportunity he could.  Sometimes all it took was her to look in his direction and before she knew it, they were both naked.    

“Alright, alright.” Luke stood up, holding his hands up.  “I’ll be helpful, I promise.”

Nicola put her attention back to the page.  She wondered if the creativity she needed would come more naturally to her if she was working on fabric rather than paper.  This made sense to her given that her design was going to end up on a t-shirt for the ChooseLove charity.  The charity had always meant a lot to her and she had been wanting to find a way she could tangibly contribute beyond just money and her famous name so when this opportunity had popped up, she had jumped at the chance.  It was only now that she was realizing how tough this was going to be.

“Maybe I need to draw it out on a t-shirt.”  She mused out loud. “Got any plain white tees?”

Luke looked up at her from behind the kitchen island where he was now stood over a large steel pot.

“Do you want me to answer that, or will a glare do?” He replied, eyeing her up and down.

Nicola looked down at what she was wearing and then cackled in response. 

She had kind of monopolized his wardrobe.  Every hoodie and t-shirt that belonged to him had sort of come to belong to her.  There was just something comforting about pulling on an oversized piece of clothing and letting yourself sink into it – and the fact that it all smelt like him was just a bonus.

“Your clothes are so comfy.” She sighed. “I want them in the divorce.”

Luke laughed at the remark despite himself.

She found her heart skipped a beat at the exchange.  She had made the quip without thinking but the fact that she was joking about being married and divorcing him and his reaction was one of ease did not go unnoticed to her. 

It was an odd thing.  She had experienced many crushes in her life – some more crippling than others.  OK, one that was more crippling than others.  Yet, she had never experienced anything like this before.  She had never felt closeness to someone who felt like a best friend and a lover and like family all rolled into one.  The fact that she could share her darkest and stupidest thoughts with him – things that she usually reserved for Grainne - was enough.  Yet, this was also a guy wanted to kiss all over when he was naked – and she often did just that in a slow and deliberate manner that drove him crazy.  Was this what real love was?  Was this the kind of thing her grandparents who were married for sixty years had?  Was this it?

“Alright, come on.” 

Her thoughts were interrupted by his voice.  He stood over her again, but this time, he was holding a plate of the chili and rice he had cooked earlier that day.

“What are you doing?” She frowned, wrinkling her nose at him as he sidled up beside her.

“You draw, I’ll feed.” He replied, his tone serious and business-like as he held a forkful of food up towards her.

She laughed in response.

“I’m helping.” He shrugged. “Open up.”

“I can feed myself.” She smirked, gently batting him away.

“You haven’t even had lunch. I think that’s half the reason you’ve got this creative block.” He was insistent.

“I know.” She relented. “I just can’t get to the food part of my day until I’m done with this part.”  She gestured frustratedly back at the paper in front of her. 

“I know.” He agreed. “So, I’m not telling you to stop even though I think you’re approach to meal planning is atrocious.”

She opened her mouth to protest but he interrupted her.

“It’s atrocious but I’m not here to change you, I’m just here to be a solution. You keep your hands drawing, mine will keep you fed.”

She thought about it for a second.

She hated to admit it, but he was right.

She had never quite figured out how to fuel herself and how to be busy at the same time.  It was like her brain hyper-fixated on the task in front of her and refused to let her go anywhere else until that task was completed.  It had made her an efficient and reliable person but if she was honest, it had not always been the best for her health.  It often meant skipping meals, starving, feeling lightheaded, and not getting to eat until the early hours of the morning sometimes. 

Luke was watching her face as she processed his words.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”  The cheeky smile spread across his face again.  “You’re thinking – he’s a genius. Why have I not been listening to him this whole time? I’m a tiny, little idiot.”

Nicola narrowed her eyes at him, biting back the urge to laugh again.  “It was going so well until you threw that remark in at the end.”

“Open wide, my tiny, little idiot.” He said with a smile, and she could not help herself but obey.

Somehow, the transition from afternoon to evening happened without them realizing.  Between forkfuls of food and many, many redrafts of her design, they managed to settle on something that was simple but also captured a little bit of her essence.  The night ended with them lying tangled beneath the covers, their limbs entwined. Nicola felt the stir of a long-forgotten feeling – it was deep, warm and unmistakable: satisfaction. 

(Excerpt taken from my fanfiction 'Curtain Fall')

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IMANI INVITES YOU TO READ HER DIARY By: Vanessa Lawton JAN. 2026

It’s been a year since Imani St. Cirie, the sultry and enigmatic singer-songwriter, made headlines for her surprise EP release, Diary. In the following months, she became an awards show darling. Winning Billboard, AMAs, and even a BRIT Award. It all culminated in a Grammy win in Best R&B Song for the top ten Billboard hit, Kitchen. But since then? Nothing. We sit down with the superstar to find out exactly what's on the horizen.

Exuding a quiet confidence, Imani sits opposite me in the PAPER magazine headquarters. It's a simple interview, one that shouldn't take more than an hour or so but she makes herself comfortable. Imani, dressed in a HOESMAD cropped tee, baggy cargo jeans, and black and white pair of Bathing Apes, there’s a softness to her demeanor that suggests it's been a long year for the superstar. "It's been a year of unexpected successes. I really didn't expect for Diary to be that successful, but I'm grateful. I think it did what it needed to do."

From the heartbreak that inspired her latest EP to the unexpected that has helped her heal, she’s unflinchingly honest. "Love is tough. It's complicated. I don't think it's meant to be easy, but whatever is real, you'll fight for it. No matter what."

This is a different Imani—one who’s no longer defined by her past but empowered by it. And as she prepares to step back into the spotlight, it’s clear that she’s not just reclaiming her voice—she’s rewriting her story.

VL: Diary was a huge success last year. How did it feel to see it resonate so deeply with your fans? Imani: “It’s so crazy because I just released that EP to let all these emotions I felt out. I never thought that so many people would like it. Like damn, y’all really fuck with me.”

VL: Your lyrics often feel deeply personal. Do you find it difficult to share so much of yourself through your music?

Imani: “No. Music is a release for me. I use my songwriting as a way to get everything out. The hardest part for me is releasing it to the world because like you said it is deeply personal.”

VL: What’s been the most rewarding moment in your career over the past year?

Imani: “When I won a Grammy for ‘Kitchen,’ like wow. I’m still in shock about that.”

VL: Fans have speculated about the themes of Diary. Was it inspired by personal experiences?

Imani: “Yes, but all my art is. Where else am I supposed to draw inspiration from?”

VL: You and James Lucas have a shared history in music. Do you think you’ll ever collaborate?

Imani: “I don’t know…that’s a question he should probably answer.” 

VL: What’s next for you musically? Can fans expect a full album soon?

Imani: “I wouldn’t say soon! I’ve been so busy with videos and promo for Diary that I haven’t gotten a chance to go to the studio but I’m always writing and I want to release something next year.” 

VL: You’ve been linked to several high-profile individuals this year. How do you handle the constant media scrutiny of your personal life?

Imani: “I try to ignore it because the media tends to think they know everything about Imani but I promise you they don’t know even know a quarter of me. So I try not to let it bother me.” 

VL: You’ve been very private about your relationships lately. Is that intentional?

Imani: “Yes, because it’s no one’s business but my own. After my relationship with my ex, I think I’m owed some privacy.”

VL: What’s been the biggest lesson you’ve learned about yourself in the past year?

Imani: “That it’s okay to sit in your sorrow sometimes. No matter how much you try, you can’t run from it. You can’t hide from it. So it’s okay to sit and wallow for a little bit.” 

VL: You’ve spoken before about the importance of self-care. What does that look like for you now?

Imani: “Right now? It looks like a day off with sleeping in, a bubble bath with a seaweed face mask, some pasta and a marathon of Sex and the City. I know that ain’t y’all ideal self-care but it’s mine.” 

VL: What role has your family or close friends played in supporting you this year? 

Imani: “My aunt has been the most vital part to Diary’s rollout. I told her what I wanted to do and what publications I wanted to. She handled it all for me.” 

VL: Are there any misconceptions about you that you’d like to clear up?

Imani: “Nah, take what you heard about me and double that shit!” 

VL: What’s one thing fans would be surprised to learn about you?

Imani: “That I’m really a happy person. They always coming up to me, asking me if I’m okay because they heard such-and-such song and are concerned but guys, I promise y’all I’m fine.” 

VL: How do you handle creative blocks or moments of doubt in your career?

Imani: “I try to write through it. Like even if the lyric is trash as fuck, I write it out just so I can get it out of my head.” 

VL: If you could give advice to your younger self, what would it be?

Imani: “Everything will be okay. I know things are looking bleak right now but you will be fine! Crashing out all the time ain’t worth it, girl.” 

The late afternoon sun was starting to set but a few rays spilled through the wide windows of Jameson’s New York brownstone, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floors. He sat at his kitchen table, the picture of comfort. T-shirt, jogging pants, no socks. The room was quiet, except for the occasional hum of the city outside. A glass of water sat untouched on the table beside him. His phone lay in his hand, the screen glowing with the headline of an article he hadn’t been prepared to see.

Imani Invites You to Read Her Diary

He stared at the cover for a long moment, his thumb hovering over the link. She looked gorgeous, the picture of perfection. Her eyes carried a calm he hadn’t seen in them before. Maybe he was imagining it but she looked...like she was thriving without him. He felt his chest tighten. It had been a full, agonizing year since he’d seen her. Since she’d walked out of his life. And now, here she was, staring back at him from his screen like a ghost that refused to stay buried.

He finally tapped the link, the words unfolding before him like a slow unraveling of a wound he thought had begun to heal.

"After my relationship with my ex, I think I'm owed some privacy." she’d said. He read those words over and over, the simplicity of them cutting deeper than he expected but she was right. They were high profile in the best ways but also in some of the worst ways. She deserved to keep her cards close to her chest. It didn't stop the blogs from talking about her...and Amir. And Vivienne. He'd seen photographic proof that she had moved on. It seemed that space had finally evolved to over for her.

His eyes scanned the article, taking in her reflections on the past year. She spoke of growth, of self-care, of understanding herself. There was a brief mention of him but she didn't dwell. Part of him was proud of her.

Jameson leaned back against the chair and waited for deep mournful pain to hit him. It always did when he imagined the rest of his life without her...but remarkably, it didn't come. He felt hurt when she had moved on. He drank and closed himself off, eventually began therapy when his grief had taken a worrying turn, and even moved across the country to get away from his feelings for her. After a year of pouring his emotions into his music and six months into some semblance of a relationship with Camille -- Jameson had finally stopped grieving.

He still loved her, that much was clear. But he had finally accepted that their lives wouldn't merge again. He could read the article about her, feel the pain, and then...simply trust in the knowledge that she was happy.

His doorbell rang and the sound startled him, pulling him from his thoughts. He set the phone down, the screen dimming as he stood. For a brief moment, he considered not answering, but the ringing came again.

He hadn't been expecting anyone. Still, he got up and tried to leave thoughts of Imani in his kitchen -- and was met by the image of a pretty brunette on his front stoop.

Camille Lefevre.

Her long, brown hair was pulled up into a topknot, her usual style when she wasn't strutting down runways or covering magazines. If you passed her on the street, her beauty would be obvious and you'd immediately know she was a supermodel.

They met at an afterparty, amid his emotional spiraling. Imani was on her second new relationship in six months. He watched with envy, a sick gnawing in his gut. He hadn’t been able to escape updates. It ate him up to see her move on when he seemed stuck in a rut. His mother had been so concerned that she damn near moved into his home until he moved to New York. To stop her from coming with him, he promised to start therapy. He started going out more -- though he didn't enjoy it.

Camille had seen through his disgruntled demeanor. She made him laugh at a time when people didn’t even get to see him smile. She was bold, kind, driven. She wanted him and she was going to have him. Casual sex, late-night conversations, and dinner dates followed over the next few months when either of them had the time. They didn’t give it a name but it was something.

Jameson opened the door to find her holding a bag of takeout and wearing that bright, effortless smile he’d grown to appreciate. She was a steady presence in his life, a warm light that had helped guide him through some of his darkest moments. But right now, standing in front of her, he felt the weight of the article still pressing on his chest.

"Hey," she said, stepping inside and leaning up to kiss his cheek. "I figured you probably forgot to eat, so I brought reinforcements."

Jameson forced a smile. "That's cute. She came to feed me."

"Well, someone has to." She tossed over her shoulder before heading into the kitchen. She set the bag on the counter and began unpacking containers, chattering away about the upcoming party for his album, excitement evident in her voice. Jameson tried to focus, nodding and murmuring responses where appropriate, but his mind kept drifting back to Imani’s words.

Camille turned to him, her brows furrowing slightly. "You okay? You seem...distracted."

Jameson hesitated, the truth caught somewhere between his chest and his throat. His first instinct was to lie to her but he heard his therapist clear in his mind. 'Is this lie protecting you, or is it holding you back?' He sighed and told her the truth. "I read an article today. About Imani."

He looked at her then, really looked at her. She was kind, patient, and always there when he needed her. She deserved his honesty, but he wasn’t sure how to give it to her without hurting her.

Camille’s expression softened, though a flicker of something unreadable passed through her eyes. "Oh."

She knew about him and Imani. Who didn't. When they first began, he tried to disconnect from Camille -- knowing he was still caught up on Imani but she let him know that she understood. She was taking a risk with him. It gave him the courage to take the same risk.

"It...caught me off guard," he continued, setting his chopsticks down. “I didn’t expect to see her face, to read about her life like that. I...It stung a little."

Camille nodded slowly, her hand resting on his. "It’s okay to feel that way, you know. You love her. That doesn’t just disappear overnight."

Jameson took a good look at her, lifting his hand from the counter and reaching up to brush a few tendrils of hair from her face. "It stung but it didn't...it didn't hurt me like I thought it would. I want her to be happy. Even if that's not with me. And I want to be happy with you."

Camille was quiet for a moment before she tilted her head, leaning against his hand. "You don't have to say that. It took a lot for you to get here. You've made a lot of progress. Feeling things for her doesn't erase that progress."

He wished she was a little less understanding. He wanted her to yell at him for feeling something for anyone other than her. That felt normal. But her simple acceptance of everything he was made him want to be more for her. Nothing he said or did would be good enough because he knew...she would always deserve more. She was getting half of a man. Why couldn't he just give her everything?

"I'm okay." "You are?" "Mhm. If I'm not, I will be. I'm with you. I'm good."

He watched her melt and felt proud that at least he'd gotten that right for her. Camille leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "I'm here for you, okay? Whatever you need."

"I know." he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm grateful."

As Camille returned to her food, Jameson’s gaze drifted to his phone on the counter. He turned it face down, trying to push Imani out of his mind once again. But deep down, he knew it wasn’t that simple. She was a part of him, no matter how much time passed or how far apart they were. And that realization was both comforting and excruciating.

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Stitched up

As promised, a destiel fic next. Set sometime after they're living in the bunker and Cas is newly human. Destiel is cannon-ish in this fic but not explicitly stated. Sam knows though lol.

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"Nice job out there team, that was a rough one," Dean said as they walked down the steps to the bunker. They were all worn, beaten and bruised from taking down a nasty vamps next in Missouri. "Anybody need medical attention?" he asked.

Sam, who had been favoring his right leg since getting tossed down a flight of stairs, shrugged and limped over to the table to sit down. "Sprained my ankle probably but I'm alright other than that I think," he said.

Dean considered this answer, giving Sam a once over, and decided that it was honest enough. "Cas?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Dean," Cas said quickly.

"I'll be the judge of that. Sit down and take off your shirt," Dean said, gesturing to the chair across from Sam. Cas had a pretty gnarly blood stain on one sleeve of his coat that Dean was concerned about.

Cas sighed but walked over to the chair and sat down. He peeled off his coat and his shirt, leaving him in just a white tee. Sure enough, there was a pretty deep gash running down the side of Cas's bicep.

"See this Cas? This is not 'fine'," Dean huffed, getting up to grab the first aid kit.

"I didn't even feel that," Cas mumbled, looking down at his arm in surprise.

"You were hopped up on adrenaline," Dean shrugged. "It happens. Bet you feel it now though huh?" he asked.

Cas nodded with a wince. Dean was right. His arm was throbbing where the cut was now.

"Don't worry, I'll get you fixed up. You're gonna need some stitches though. I'm guessing you've never had any?" Dean asked.

Cas shook his head.

"Right. Here, drink up," Dean nodded, handing his flask over. Cas looked at it warily. He'd tried Dean's booze before and was never very impressed. It tasted like rubbing alcohol.

"It's the closest thing we've got to anesthetic," Sam piped up from across the table. "I'd take at least a couple sips if I were you," he added, having been stitched up many times himself.

So Cas took a couple drinks, wincing after each one. It did help to dull the pain in his arm some. He felt fuzzy. And warm.

"Yeah, that's the point Cas," Dean chuckled, getting his supplies ready on the table.

Oh. Cas hadn't realized he'd been speaking out loud.

"I'm gonna clean it first, it'll sting quite a bit but won't last long," Dean said, before pouring rubbing alcohol down Cas's arm. Cas flinched, drawing in a breath. But Dean was right, it faded as quickly as it had come.

Dean threaded a needle with a pack of sutures that they'd stolen from who knows where, then doused both with alcohol as well.

"Alright, here comes the bad part. This is gonna hurt a lot, but I'll be as quick and gentle as I can. If you need a break, just say the word and we'll stop for a minute okay?" Dean said, giving Cas the rundown. Cas nodded, but he looked nervous.

So Dean leaned toward Cas, bracing one hand on his good shoulder to keep him steady, his other hand wielding the needle. He paused a few inches away from Cas's skin.

"You're gonna want to hold onto something," Dean added.

Cas silently reached up to grab a handful of Dean's sleeve, of the arm that wasn't about to sew up his flesh. That hadn't been exactly what Dean had meant, but it would work.

As Dean went in with the needle the first time Cas gasped, body jerking in surprise from the pain. Dean pressed into Cas's shoulder to keep him steady as he put in the first stitch. When he started the second, Cas kept still, but hissed through his teeth, eyes squeezing shut.

"You're doing good Cas," Dean mumbled, going in for a third stitch.

"Stop," Cas whispered, "Stop, please."

"Alright, alright, let me just finish this one," Dean said, pulling the needle through. "It would hurt a lot more if I left it in trust me," he said, knotting it off.

"Fuck that hurts," Cas swore, something he normally didn't do, despite how much time he spent with Dean.

"Yeah, I know. We're about halfway done though," Dean said.

Cas nodded, taking a deep breath and wiping the sweat off of his face with his uninjured arm. Then he nodded at Dean, "I'm ready," he said.

Dean nodded, resuming his previous position. Cas latched onto his arm again as he began the next stitch.

It ended up taking 7 stitches in total. By the time Dean was finished Cas had tears streaming down his face, but he'd managed to power through the last 4 without stopping.

"That's it, Cas. Hard part's done. You did good," Dean told him. He dropped the needle and sutures down onto the table and picked up a damp rag.

"I'm just gonna clean it up now, alright? It'll hurt a little but it should be nothing compared to what you just did," Dean explained. Cas nodded, reaching up to wipe the tears off of his face. Dean could see his hand shaking and gave Cas's knee a squeeze of support before he got to work cleaning the blood and grime from around the wound. When he was finished, he carefully wrapped it in gauze and taped it in place.

"All done," Dean said, sitting back.

"Thank you," Cas said, voice shaking slightly.

"Why don't you go lay down for a while Cas. You're not gonna pass out are you?" Dean asked, noticing how pale Cas was.

"No, I'm okay," Cas shook his head. But Dean still watched him carefully as he stood up, walking slowly out of the dining room and turning down the hall toward the bedrooms.

"How come you've never stitched me up like that?" Sam asked. Dean jumped, he'd forgotten Sam was there. "You don't let me take breaks," Sam added, smirking at his brother.

"Shut up," Dean said, rolling his eyes, but he looked away as he felt his face flush.

Sam laughed, enjoying watching his brother squirm for once.