#that was the biggest W of my dads life he will not let me forget my ‘I hate music’ era

[cartoon-skeleton]

Someone in the rbs of that “have you heard this album” islands poll said they were intrigued to listen bc of the album cover ngl thats the only reason I agreed to listen to the unicorns with my dad when I was a kid bc the album cover slapped 😔🤚 the power of nick thorburn putting a funny drawing on the cover

[blitzyn]

relax

alhaitham x m!reader

Request: well, since requests are open, perhaps I could request an alhaitham X male s/o where s/o has been really stressed lately with school and has been overworking himself. Because of this, alhaitham being the caring boyfriend he is comes to comfort and relax his beloved s/o with sex and aftercare. If possible, pls let alhaitham call his s/o a 'good boy' and just a praise kink in general, tysm!! 💕 — @ezraelo

a/n -> this mf reminds me of my dad so i kinda wrote what I think he'd say if i was in reader's situation tbh. NOT THE SEX THOUGH. anyways pgr fic first then hate sex w/childe next its been decades since I've done him (⁠｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡⁠) sigh sometimes i forget i don’t have to write so damn much

wc -> 3.6k

cw -> soft alhaitham (heart eyes pt2), anal fingering, anal sex, praise, not beta read

merry christmas and happy holidays!!

To say you were tired was an understatement—you were exhausted. Stressed. Angry. It felt like everything that could go wrong did go wrong.

First, you accidentally woke up late, was scolded by your teacher when you arrived and made the "perfect" example on what a scholar from the Akademiya should not be. Then you had to study for several hours for a few of your upcoming exams and evaluations—all while having to take some more tests the following week.

And as if that wasn't e-fucking-nough, you had done horribly on one of your essays so now you had to redo it for a better score, on top of needing to start yet another one regarding... Something. You forgot what the prompt was. Honestly, you forgot to do a lot of things. Like eat. Or drink water. Which was something that really didn't help to improve your mood.

You stumbled through the door trying to pry your uniform off, haphazardly tossing your hat to the side. You felt like shit and wanted nothing more than to flop on your bed and stay in there for the rest of your miserable life. But, like the universe was trying to give you the biggest middle finger ever, one of the loops on your clothes got caught on the corner of a counter. While you'd normally just take it off and go on your merry way, you weren't having it today and just yanked yourself forward, tearing the loop and the fabric it was connected to.

Finally making it to your room, you flopped on the bed face-first, muffling the loud groan that came from you. You stayed like that for a moment longer before turning your head, remembering to breathe deeply.

Two knocks came from the door. "You okay?" Your boyfriend, Alhaitham, asked, leaning against the frame as he stared at you.

"You're smart. Figure it out yourself," you muttered bitterly, wincing at the accusatory tone in your voice. You sighed, deciding to face him. "Sorry."

He shrugged, walking to sit on the edge of your shared bed. "What's wrong?" He questioned, his expression unchanging even when he watched your brows furrow in irritation.

"It's just... Ugh," you grumbled, rolling your eyes childishly. "Just a bad week. It feels like everything's going against me." You rolled onto your back, arms and legs sprawled out like a starfish. "I don't think I can catch up."

"You're in the Akademiya," Alhaitham said, giving you a look that made it seem like he didn't know why you were complaining. "Obviously it's going to be hard for you."

"'For you,'" you repeated, glaring at nothing in particular, but it was getting increasingly evident that you were beginning to direct your anger towards him. "Of course you don't get it. You've been smart your whole life."

He was quiet for a moment, letting you try to calm yourself before speaking again. "Don't sell yourself short like that. It's unhealthy."

You huffed. "It's not selling myself short if it's actually true." You pressed your palms against your eyes until you saw faint fireworks coloring the darkness. "I have to redo an essay because apparently it didn't go with damn prompt. Then I have to do another one, and I don't even know where to start, and—" you listed off your problems, your voice getting higher in pitch until you were on the verge of shedding tears, overwhelmed with the sheer amount of work you accidentally accumulated.

"Hey," he interrupted you, leaning to place a hand on your thigh. "Calm down." He gave you an unimpressed look when you snapped your mouth open to retort, watching you begrudgingly close it in defeat. "Breathe. You're getting worked up over things you can change."

But when you could hardly focus on utilizing the breathing techniques he taught you, he decided to take a different approach. "Let's have sex, then."

"What? Why? 'Cause of the post-nut clarity?" You sighed, rubbing your temple to stave off the impending headache after staring at him incredulously. Damn. Sometimes you forget how straightforward he could be.

Alhaitham gave you a look. It was deadpan—because when was it not?—but you could still sense the slightest bit of confusion. "If that's how you want to word it, yes," he said, before elaborating. "Sex can also help you relax and improve your immune system."

He quickly looked you up and down, and despite not saying anything, you knew what he was trying to imply. You looked like a mess.

"It can also help improve your quality of sleep," he added, crossing his arms against his chest. "It has a few other benefits than just feeling good, you know." He watched you ponder his suggestion, chewing on your lip absentmindedly before giving in with a sigh.

"Fine. But you're doing all the work," you said, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him better.

"That was the plan." The corners of his lips quirked up in a brief, subtle smirk as he leaned to place his hands on your shoulders to gently push you back down. "Just relax."

He continued when you nodded, running his hands along your body, gently caressing every curve and contour of your frame. An eyebrow raised in question when he felt the torn patch in your clothes but decided against mentioning it as he guided you out of your suffocating uniform with practiced ease. Already, you seemed a bit calmer than earlier, giving yourself a well-deserved stretch that made you remind him of a cat.

You felt the tension beginning to seep out of your body with every article of clothing that was carelessly tossed to the floor, reaching your hands out to tug him closer. He obliged without hesitation, sighing in satisfaction when he melded his lips with yours. His hands slid below your underclothes, snaking them upwards until they found your chest. He tweaked and pinched your nipples as he moved his way downwards, placing kisses along your jawline and neck.

You softly moaned, brushing your fingers through his hair that had him leaning into your hand. He removed your shirt, trailing appreciative kisses down your sternum. A hand made its way down your front toward your pants, slipping a hand inside to wrap his fingers around your flaccid dick. Your breath hitched, instinctively widening your legs to give him better access, much to his pleasure.

He was gentle; his hands were soft and careful, and neither of you were in a rush. You felt your eyes flutter shut as your lips parted with every quiet gasp and sigh that left you, and he couldn't help but stare.

It annoyed him how little you thought of yourself when he could clearly see you as something more. Sure, it irked him how you complained about things that could easily be changed if you put your effort into it, but you were also right. He always had it academically easy and often found it hard to connect with others or understand their problems on a level that wasn't with you. He was well aware of this issue, knowing that it often hindered his ability to comfort, and—for the first time in how long?—it frustrated him.

Even if he had no idea how to properly soften his words around you or to consistently change his facial expressions, he always showed he cared by spending time with you, teaching you new things, or helping you understand foreign concepts. But even then, he was willing to try to tell you that you were more than what those pompous Akademiya professors reduced you to, that you were better than what you said you were.

"Look at me," he said, his voice soft and smooth, coaxing your pretty eyes open. He slipped his hands out of your shirt and cupped your cheeks tenderly, ensuring your focus on him. "It doesn't matter what everyone says about you when they don't understand that you have strengths that rest beyond the traditional Akademiya expectations."

"But that doesn't—"

He gave you yet another stern look, to which you quieted down with a huff. "It's okay to struggle. Everyone does at some point. Even those professors found something difficult before they became what they are. But you know what they did?"

He paused, gauging your reaction. He was aware that what he was saying probably didn't make you feel better or make the most sense, but he hoped that you could feel the sincerity in his voice. "They took a step back, took a deep breath, and figured out what they were doing wrong. They didn't do that overnight or by working themselves to the bone. That's what you need to acknowledge."

"But all my other colleagues are doing fine, and I'm the only one struggling..." You appreciated his words, truly, but they did little to quell your worries.

"Are you? How do you know that for sure?" He countered, sliding his hands down to caress your hips. He watched you pursed your lips, squirming slightly under his gaze. "Point is, you shouldn't try to compare yourself to everyone around you and overwork yourself because that only leads to bad work and a bigger hole for you to climb out of. You have everything else to be proud of—not just your academic qualities. Understand? Besides, you made it into the Akademiya. That's something very few people can do in the first place."

You looked away with a frown, but you nodded softly. Even though it sucked knowing that you weren't the best, he did have a point. Wallowing in your own failure did nothing to better yourself, as much as you hated to admit it.

"Thanks," you muttered, sniffling a little. His thumbs swiped underneath your eyes, clearing away any of the tears that happened to escape you.

"Don't let them define you. Define yourself," he said finally, leaning back down to kiss you again. It was soft, tender, unhurried, like he wanted you to feel every ounce of affection he harbored for you. He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours. "Do you still want to do this?"

You nodded again, giving him a quick peck to the lips before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Mhm. I really need those benefits." Plus, you didn't favor being horny and sad.

Your lips curved in a smug grin when you saw his own quirk upwards in amusement, but he didn't comment on it. He sat up to tug your pants and underwear down, revealing your semi-hard cock. You shivered instinctively but kept your focus on him, waiting in anticipation for him to continue.

He leaned over to grab a bottle of lube from your nightstand, squeezing a generous amount on his fingers before pressing one into your hole. You sighed, sinking your teeth into your lower lip. He only offered a few pumps of his hand before adding a second one in, gently spreading them apart in a scissoring motion.

He wrapped his free hand around your cock, slowly jerking you off. He rubbed his thumb over the tip to smear the precum across your skin as wet sounds gradually filled the room. You noticed his eyes locked on your face and the expressions you wore, committing them to memory. He added a third finger for good measure, feeling you tense reflexively before relaxing just as fast.

"You're doing so good, [Name]," he praised, his voice low. He curled his fingers, pressing them against your prostate. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants at the sound of your moan, straining against the fabric. "I'm almost done. Then we can start."

You nodded, inhaling sharply through your nose when he began targeting the sensitive spot inside you. You could practically feel every surge of heat shoot up and down your spine, ending at your fingertips. Alhaitham could feel it too, every time your cock throbbed in his hold.

Your body felt warm and tingly when he moved both hands away from your body, wiping them off using a few tissues atop your nightstand. He grabbed the lube again and poured some on his palm to coat his cock, using his free hand to spread one of your thighs a bit wider. He peered up through his lashes, subtly raising an eyebrow in question. He continued as soon as you nodded, slowly pushing himself inside you.

You both let out a satisfied groan as he filled you, grasping onto his wrists as he held onto your hips.

"Fuck," he hissed, pushing further until he bottomed out completely. "You're such a good boy. You're taking me in so well." He perked up in attention when he felt you tighten at his words, noting how your eyes fluttered shut like you were savoring them. He wasn't overly aware of this newfound information, but maybe you had accidentally brought it to his attention now that you're stressed?

Either way, he didn’t comment on it, instead deciding to continue. “You feel so good, [Name]," he praised, leaning down to press his lips against the skin underneath your earlobe. You could feel the low rumble of his voice vibrating in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He let you take a moment to adjust to him before moving, gently thrusting his hips.

You noticed him moving away again as you opened your eyes, finding yourself enamored with the way his muscles flexed in every movement of his. Soft gasps and moans left your lips when you looked up, instantly noticing his gaze on you.

“Stop staring at me,” you mumbled shyly, squirming a bit. It wasn’t that you hated having him look at you—frankly, that’s all you longed for sometimes, it’s just that what you did hit you. Being as vulnerable as you were wasn’t something you preferred, even when Alhaitham didn’t berate you for it.

“You were staring at me, first,” he countered swiftly, and you could hear the rare undertone of his amusement in his voice. It was your favorite sound. “Besides, what’s the harm in looking at the most handsome man in Sumeru?” His monotony nearly made his words laughable, but you could see that he was genuinely trying. Knowing that sent butterflies in your stomach all over again.

You looked away, effectively flustered with all his attention. “It’s embarrassing…”

“Only because you make it embarrassing,” he said, sliding a hand upwards to toy with one of your nipples. He subtly shifted his hips, angling them so that his cock better pressed against your prostate. He watched you intently when you let out a throaty moan, feeling his dick throb inside you.

You reflexively clenched your thighs tighter against his hips, sinking your teeth into your lower lip. You snaked a hand down to your leaking cock, wrapping your fingers around the base to give it a squeeze. “You can go faster,” you muttered, looking down to watch the way he slid in and out of you.

He nodded with a quiet hum, adjusting his grip on your waist to shift the weight on his knees to sacrifice his slower, deeper thrusts for quick and shallow ones. Moaning, you jerked yourself off in time with his movements, unable to tear your gaze away from him, even for a moment. Your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you brought your free hand up to bring him closer to you by the back of his head. You kissed him needily and fervently, letting out noises that mixed in with the wet sounds that came from your hole. Your body rocked gently, listening intently to the rustling of your bedsheets and Alhaitham’s deep, husky breaths.

Suddenly, he lifted a hand up to place over your abdomen, lightly pushing down on it just as he buried himself balls deep inside you. He paused for a moment, sighing as he watched you squirm at the sudden stop before continuing, feeling himself move in and out of you. You could feel the heat in your belly intensifying with every thrust to your prostate, back arching, legs tightening around his waist.

“Fuck, I’m…” you panted, clenching tighter around his cock. “I’m so close, ‘Haitham.”

“I know. I can feel you,” he said, gently moving your hand away from your leaking cock to wrap his fingers around it. Quiet slaps mixed in with your soft noises and his breathy grunts as he fucked you a bit harder, eyes fixated on the blissful expression on in your face. His dick throbbed inside you as he eagerly chased after his own orgasm, leaning down to press his lips to your jaw, kissing up towards your ear.

“C’mon, [Name], cum for me,” he whispered, sending yet another wave of heat shoot up and down your spine. You could hardly stop the stream of moans that spilled from your lips as he focused on the tip of your cock, rubbing his thumb on the sensitive spot just below it, as if trying to coax out your cum.

“Oh god,” your voice was strained as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten to an unbearable degree, trying to hold out just a little longer. “F—Fuck! Alhaitham!” You moaned in ecstasy when you finally came, squeezing your eyes tightly shut. You tensed and trembled as your dick spurt cum on your stomach and his fingers as he helped you ride out your high.

“You’re so beautiful when you orgasm,” he groaned, his thrusts beginning to lose rhythm as he neared his own climax. He dug his fingers into your waist tighter, muttering praises into your ear when you began squirming at the discomfort of your overstimulation. It didn’t take much longer for him to finish as he stilled, gritting his teeth when he quickly pulled out to stroke himself to completion. He sighed in satisfaction when his orgasm subsided, leaving your abdomen coated in ropes of his cum.

“Wh—Why did you pull out?” You panted, wiping a bead of sweat off of your forehead.

“Isn’t it annoying to clean up afterward? You're always complaining about it whenever we have sex,” he questioned after a moment, taking a second to bask in the afterglow before getting up to reach for a tissue to clean your skin. He put his pants back on, gathering your clothes to put them in a laundry basket.

You shrugged. “I mean, sometimes. But I’m gonna take a bath either way.” You blinked in confusion when you saw him quirk a brow, fidgeting a bit when he didn’t stop staring at you.

“No. You’re going to sit and wait here while I make you something to eat, first,” he instructed, leaving no room for negotiation. “Afterwards, you’re going to go to sleep. Then you can take a bath when you wake up.”

As if on cue, your stomach growled audibly, quickly reminding you that you haven't eaten anything since yesterday. "But then I'm gonna be all sticky and gross when I eat," you said, knowing how much he disliked having dirty bedsheets for too long. It surprised you when he shrugged, leaning against the doorframe as he waited for you to decide.

"If you want to take a bath first, then I'll help you," he offered. You swiftly nodded, wanting to eat clean and comfortably. He nodded and told you to wait for a moment as he prepared the water for you, leaving you by yourself for a while until he returned. The two of you walked into the bathroom where a bathtub of warm water awaited you. But just as you raised your leg to enter, a sudden wave of dizziness overcame you. Luckily, Alhaitham was there to keep you from falling with a firm hand on your arm, carefully helping you into the water.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes darting across your face for any sign of distress. He relaxed upon seeing nothing but waited for your response for further confirmation.

"Yeah. It's just something that happens when I get too hungry, y'know?" You explained sheepishly, splashing some of the water onto your arms and back.

"No, I don't know." He ignored the way you rolled your eyes. "I'll be right back, then."

You hummed to yourself, not minding his absence as you savored the warmth surrounding you, resting your head against the edge of the tub. You nearly fell asleep in the time it took for Alhaitham to return, jumping in surprise at the sound of his voice.

"Hey," he spoke, returning to your side with a bowl in his hand. "Eat this for now."

He kneeled down, bringing the bowl close enough to let you reach in and take whatever was inside. They were fruits, you saw as you happily grabbed one, tossing it into your mouth. You had to stop yourself from grabbing a handful and eating it all in one go, forcing yourself to appreciate every bite. You noticed him shifting behind you, leaning forward instinctively when he began cleaning your back with a small, wet towel.

The two of you basked in the comforting silence for a while as you let him take care of you until you turned your head to face him. "I love you," you said with a little grin.

"I know," he replied, putting the bowl onto the floor.

"Say it back." You pouted, but you knew he was only teasing.

His mouth quirked up in a faint smile, leaning forward to give you a quick peck on your lips. "I love you too."

[jina-juhi]

the possibility of us.

pairing - yuta × female reader

word count - 7.7k

warnings - Panic attack (i tried to keep it short) penetration, protected sex, grinding, corruption kink, yuta is not angry and dom, controlling, over stim if i can say so? oral ( both receiving ) and literally everything that comes w this. choking!!!! yea. heh.

summary - You promised yourself you wouldn't fall for him, and you thought he could never fall for a girl like you. There was no way you both could be together, and even if there was one, your past wouldn't let you.

playlist

"eyes off you" - prettymuch

"phases" - prettymuch

"under the influence" - chris brown

"slow down" - chase atlantic

"show me" - black atlass

"safety net" - ariana grande

"used to this" - camila cabello

"chills, dark version" - mickey vallen

"3:00 am" - finding hope

"no guidance" - chris brown ft drake

Authors note:- so this whole thing is someone's request and i have not done justice to it. But here i am still hoping that they like it. I wrote like a whole seed to tree thing but it all got deleted and then I just left it to where my mind led me. I swear im working hard on my English vocab and duh sentence forming skills, but i hope you get the feelings mentioned below~~~

also if u wanna like request something~

m.list

so fucking loud.

The party was getting louder and overwhelming. You were quite alright just a few seconds back but it only takes a thought, to remember everything you want so badly to escape.

You danced like crazy, and drank. A lot. To forget. And now your head is hurting like hell and you don't know what to do or where to go, everything is spinning around and its all a blur. One thing that you could think of right now is your phone.

Searching your pocket and the couch you have been sitting on for so long, you can't find it. Its not lost its with Haewon, your friend. Sadly though your friend had to leave early due to some urgency, you thought it would be okay, you would manage but truly speaking, you're just a child. You try to be brave but being left alone is one of your biggest fears.

The fear kept building up since you were a kid and now it has settled in and made itself permanent in you. First it was your dad leaving you and your mom for a second family, then your mom in chase of her new life and then your so called first love who thought you were too fucked up to be loved. Leaving you like you were a crumbled up piece of paper ready to be dumped. Since then, you have not loved.

Not because you forgot, but because you're sacred.

You're scared everyone would leave you just like them and in the end, they'll move on, they'll live better but you're gonna be wounded. Trust me, you're already wounded enough to go out there and put a knife in your chest with your own hands. You know better or so you may think. That being alone, and not letting anyone in is the key to overcome this but truly, it is just making it worse. You can't help it.

You stumble on your way out of the once filled room with sweaty bodies, heels in one hands and a bottle of water in another. Your legs hurt more with every step you take, mentally cursing yourself for going absolutely reckless. You stand leaning against the main gate, supporting yourself so you don't fall in the wait of a cab.

You watch as tired bodies pass you by one by one. Everybody having someone to lean on to, you have a door. Not complaining but it feels sad sometimes not to have that one person who's always gonna stick by your side and other deep shit. It gets lonely. Fiddling with the hem of your dress, you give up on waiting, shifting your wait from the gate to your feet, you start to walk in the direction of your home, finding it hard because of all the alcohol.

Not even two steps forward, you hear a faint voice calling your name, a voice you would recognise even after your death, a voice that could send you into overdrive in a mere millisecond. You find yourself panicking, why is he calling your name, he shouldn't be calling your name. He's supposed to be the mean guy like everybody says but he's good to you, he's supposed to be cold hearted but he's kind to you, he's supposed to ignore you like he does everybody else, but he treats you different.

Nakamoto Yuta is not supposed to know you.

But he does, and that's what got you falling for him. Hard. It began with a single look in the hallway, you were a fresher and he was in the senior year. You weren't allowed in the library back then which you didn't knew, so you went in to issue some books. A bunch of seniors saw you, scolded you for not abiding by the rules, they could have gone too far but Yuta kinda saved your ass in there. He'd been kind, which was very unlikely of him because they all called him cold-hearted, but you saw no such characters in him, he'd always been nice to you. No matter how much you refused you did had a minute crush on him since that day, which eventually turned in something you'd rather not give a name to.

You turn around to see a very familiar face, you could draw an exact replica of him with your eyes closed. You fumble, he hands are firmly griping you by your arms, holding you upright, "you okay?"

On usual days, if Yuta is taking the first floor hallway to get to his class, you'd take the third floor even if it means you'll be late by five. But on some very rare unusual day, when your hormones decide to throw random tantrums and make you realise how much dry of a pussy cat you have, you'd take the same hallway 0as he does in order to feed your brain with his mere looks alone, which would be enough for the next 5 to 6 days so you could go back on avoiding him, for the sake of your sanity.

Today, most probably was a usual day. Throughout the party, you made sure to not cross paths with him but always keeping in check as to where he was. He looked drop dead gorgeous today in that white tshirt of his, loose hair falling over his face blocking your sight of view but adding up to his perfection. Maybe, just maybe you might have been too obvious with that watching from afar game of yours you think he didn't notice but he does. He knows, he always has known. Boys like him, they always know.

"I just wanna go home." Your voice comes out tired and slurred, the alcohol in your system is probably damaging your sense of judgement, you're saying things you're not supposed to be saying.

"It isn't safe for you to go alone." His voice could make you fall to knees, yea that is the amount of power he holds on you. If he says your name one more time with that pretty mouth of his, you'd be curling into a ball and stay like that for the rest of your life because it would save you from the embarrassment of facing him with your red flushed face and needy eyes. Yes, you're a sucker for him and you don't like it. It's not about him it's about you. How could you risk everything again for just a crush. He's not just a crush. And what about the too fucked to be loved part? What if thats true? You can't risk losing Yuta.

"I'll tak- a cab or somethin you don't have to." Sitting in the same car, having him around you when you're drunk and could literally say anything is not a safe option, safer than going alone though but, it's just too much of a risk. He doesn't give you much choice when he says he's gonna drive you home and you're gonna be quite and let him. All those moments in which it was only him and you alone, all the amount of tension in the air there was is playing on repeat in your mind right now. What could possibly go wrong right? Nothing really went wrong before, but you also weren't drunk.

He takes you to his car, walking beside you still holding you tight. You didn't say but your stomach keeps hurting from time to time, probably from all the drinking you think. Opening the door for you he seats you in, placing his hand on your head carefully so you don't bump your head in the process.

You wait for him to come inside the car, hearts already beating fast. Don't know why but the alcohol has somehow made you more hornier and confident than before, especially him touching you played a major part it in. I mean your allowed to have a crush right, and even though you don't really want someone in your life right now you too want some, need some. How many days can you go without being touched? is two year a normal number?

"Put your seatbelts on." You were too disoriented to understand and implement, he repeats. "Oh!" You try to pull the seatbelt down, its stuck. Or maybe you're just weak. He notices you struggling. What happens next is not the first time, he does things like these often that do some unexplainable things to you. He would randomly place his hands on your shoulder in the middle of nowhere making you jump out of your skin, or rub his thumb against the back of your hand when you're having coffee with him. Play with the long strands of your hair, tangling then detangling them. Eyes contacts were definitely his thing, he's eyes would never leave yours during a conversation no matter how small or big, it made you hard to look at him and hold his gaze. These were some of those moments you couldn't get over even after trying hard.

This guy would be the cause of your death. All happens in one sudden move, he loosens his seatbelt, leaning over you extending his hand to reach the seatbelt that seemed to be really stuck, which he could have managed to pull from afar but no, he had to come close. Goosebumps from his wild eyes form on your skin when they watch you, like undressing you. Up and down and around. Biting and wetting his lips unnecessarily just to turn you on. You, on the other went stiff, for you it was like some one had pushed the pause button because every second felt so heavy, the weight of his gaze was so hard you felt your lungs crushing under the pressure. You could literally listen to your heart thumping in your ears like some one was playing a boombox on maximum volume. Afraid to take your eyes off of him, you just stare blankly at him, though that blank expression was more of a wanting one.

He knows what he's doing, the little curl on his lips showed that, and he knows the effect it has on you so he always over exaggerates everything that he does. You never stopping him is his motivation.

"Dumb girl" he mouths and secures your seatbelt. You gulp hard and release the breath you were holding in. Before you could register what had just happened, his hand was reaching for your forehead with a tissue. "You sure you good? you sweating like crazy!" poking his tongue he hands you the napkin, you pretend wipe your face, actually cursing him making you sweat like this. The ac is not broken, its his fault.

Its so fucking complicated it's like you've got this big crush which isn't even a crush anymore, and it is him who turned it into real damn feelings that you don't want. You know you're better off without him, without the feelings part. You're not ready for him. You'll never be. You know it still you always fall for him, even when you don't want to, even when you know someone's gonna get hurt in the end. It must be something that he said that got you off track. That got you thinking shit and feeling shit, you just can't ignore that anymore. A year is a long time to pretend that you absolutely do not adore Yuta. Its getting harder to pretend.

You crave him.

You need him.

You want him.

but no.

You're saying it as if he wants you too. The possibility of him falling for you is as rare as finding a galaxy in the night sky with naked eyes. Impossible. He's got high standards or maybe you're just not his type. He may play round and about but it's just a play. Not reality. And you've come to peace with that. You're not gonna try, you're not putting your heart at stake but if you do, just in case, there's no way you're gonna have your heart broken because after doing all the math and physics, the probable occurrence of this event called 'us' is zero, even after considering all the factors affecting.

There is a chance, but you wouldn't take it.

But even the greatest of the greatest laws have exceptions, don't they? Not everything can be calculated or predecided. Now who knew a day like today would come in which the drunk you would be driven home by a totally sober Yuta, and the very science that you thought was denying the possibility of you both being together is giving you an unforeseen factor that could change the whole equation, alchol. And alcohol, as we all know is a bitch.

Miserable looking you was sat on the passenger seat, hair tousled, body covered with sweat that glistened whenever light fell on it, lips dry and eyes tired. Though the heat you feel is undeniable, you try to not give in and have some sense of control over your mind that's floating in the pool of hormones mixed with alcohol right now. Pushing your hair back, you look out of the window, chasing the street lamps, counting them to keep you distracted. Clearing your mind, trying not to think anything. Not to feel anything, but the ache in the pit of your abdomen is growing with passing time. You see yuta roll down the window, his hair swiftly swaying with the breeze, what a sight to be witnessed, enough to distract you from your chosen distraction. Allowing yourself to calm down letting go of all the blood rush from before, you take a deep breath, sleep kind of taking over your body but the pain isn't allowing you to. Feeling even more uneasy, you shift a little in your seat pushing the feeling away. You try and concentrate on the moving landscapes, breathing deeply.

Yuta has been noticing you. Hes certain of what's bout to happen. He doesn't panic, he must have had the experience. He lets you take your time. Breathing helps for some time more, but doesn't prevent it. You have to throw up, "Can y- stop the car?"

In a minute, Yuta pulls over and you're out on the street seated by the footpath trying to empty your stomach. Yuta was seated by your side patiently with a water bottle in his hand, rubbing your back in sweet circular motion, and holding your hair back. "It doesn't wanna come out!"

You complain in a broken tone. "Who told you to drink that much when you can't handle it?" he says side eyeing you.

"It's hurting"

"Drink some water" And before you could, you were already throwing up. He calm you down, never once leaving your side, holding your hair back, he knows you're weak especially right now.

Cleaning up you pout, "I was feeling good"

"Now you're not, dumbass."

"Why do you always call me dumbass." you fake cry, more like dunk cry.

"Because you're too cute." He half chuckles.

"I don't wanna be cute." You snap at him. "I wanna be hot!" This makes him laugh. "And i wanna be cool and i wanna be free and i wanna be different and confident and happy and not dumb. I'm not dumb, though i like it when you call me dumb, but im not im not dumb!!"

He looks at you, amused, brows up like a puppy, smiling like a child at this new face of yours that, that he doesn't quite know how to describe it, but is adorable. "You don't talk this much when you're sober, you should drink often."

"And throw up like this every time."

"Yea maybe, it would be an our thing"

"An our thing?! Oh and i don't talk? you don't talk!"

"I don't because you don't, and i respect that."

"I- I don't? i do, i want to."

"What stops you then?" You think.

"Yuta." and you chuckle. "He makes me nervous."

His eyebrows furrowed for a second after suddenly listening to his name from your mouth. Conten and eager to know more, "Why?"

You sigh loudly, hiding your face in your hands, "It's hard to explain you know? It so fucking hard-!" by getting to the end of the sentence you actually break down into tears. Yuta sees this, suddenly extra concerned about your situation, he takes your face in his hands, cupping it, making you look at him. He has a soft expression on his face, a kind one. "hey there, don't cry, it's okay." he coos, wiping a tear away.

You sob a few times in his arms, trying to catch a breath. You don't know why and what you're saying, but it just flows out of your mouth, "I like him, i think i do, like so fuxking much. And it's sad because I don't think he likes me back, like why would he and even if he does, it's not gonna change the fact that im too fucked up to be loved."

He frowns, disappointed in you. Looking deep in your eyes, you try to hide away from him,"You're not girl. Look at me! you are capable of being loved"

"I don't think so. Even if i am, why will he ever like a girl like me!" You say blandly.

"What if he does?"

"You think he likes me?"

"All you need to do is ask."

"Why can't he!?" His hand leaves your face, wiping your fallen tears. Making you drink a little water with his hands, he slowly says, "what if he's afraid he would scare you away?"

You're tired eyes look into his bright one, searching for meanings you couldn't find. He helps you up, now that you've been feeling better than before. "Not if he holds me tight enough." Yuta doesn't reply to this rather his eyes glint, as if he was satisfied with your answer. As if he knew what to do now. He makes you seat in his care again, securing you with the seatbelt, too tired to even move your finger you let him guide you home.

Soon enough you were standing in front of your apartment, staring at the locked door and then staring at each other, "I'm sorry." you apologise because apparently, you lost the keys and no they're not with Haewon. "It's okay lets just go to my apartment." You nod your head, tip toeing behind him like a child, on the stares he lets you walk by yourself but watches out for you. In the car he gives you a bottle of electrolytes to sip on. In the lift of his apartment he practically have to carry your weight because your legs gave up walking and your brain stoped working.

_______

Wet kisses were planted down your spine, leaving a tinglish feeling behind. With every kiss your breath hitched a little more, eyes squeezed even harder. He plants a kiss at the bottom of your bare back. You arch your back, rolling your head back in pleasure. He stands up behind you, your knuckles turn whiter. He grips your hair in his fist, pushing your head back further enough to plant a small kiss on your forehead, then releasing the grip. Holding back a moan, you let a short breath out. Seeing your efforts at holding your moans back, he lands his palm flat against your clothed ass making you fall ahead on the counter. Smacking it hard again, making you yelp in pleasure, the sound echoes in his small bathroom. "Let me hear that sweet voice of yours baby." His voice calling you baby makes you dizzy, a whine leaves your lips without your permission, but on his command. Anything he wants you would do. Rubbing and groping your ass cheek he pulls you a little up by your hair, making you stand straight. He bites and nips at your earlobe. With his one hand squeezing your ass and his lips occupied by your ear, his other hands creeps it's way in front of you, dipping lower and lower until it cups your pussy, applying only slight pressure on your throbbing, untouched clit with his middle finger, just enough to take you over the edge. His hand is so big. He taps it, feather touches only. Once, twice and he continues slowly with long intervals in between the taps, leaving maroon marks on your shoulder. He only plays with you to make you wetter so you could take his dick, he's not letting you cum just yet, you deserve more, you deserve his dick and you deserve a grand climax, because you're his. Without much efforts he pushes you flat against the counter top, carefully though, he doesn't wanna hurt you. Delivering you pleasure is his only motive, and he does just that when he pulls your underwear down enough to expose your ass to him. You wiggle it a little in anticipation, and he gives in to your plea, after all it would be his pleasure to serve you. He greets you with a spank. And then another spank followed by intervals of him easing the pain and rubbing your ass cheeks untill you voice came out louder than the sound of his hand meeting your flesh. And in a blink of an eye your panty was slid all the way down and his thick girthy cock was being shoved in your already dripping aching hole. He was showing no mercy, fucking in and out of you at a demonic pace, looking like an angel! His long hair covering his face, slick because of sweat. He yanked you up with your hair causing you to scream out, still slamming in and out of you, this angle enabling him to go deeper. Sinfull voices getting louder and louder with every thrust, you hear him say your name, "y/n!" He sounds concerned. Furrowing your brows, "Yuta, don't stop!!" you whine as he slows down his pace.

Another loud call of your name forces you awake from your dream, panting heavily you adjust your vision to the lighting in the room. The first thing you see is Yutas face, concerned. Seeing him in your bedroom starled you, you hastily move back in defence, "what are you doing here" You question him in hoarse voice, your throat dry.

"It's my bedroom and you called my name. " he hands you a glass full of water, sitting by the bedside. That's when you realise the change in the intensity of light and the unfamiliarity of the duvet. Embarrassed, that you just dreamt of the guy sitting in front of you, you thank him for the water. You try to play the events of last night that might have led to this, nothing comes to your head. Its all a blank. You mind curse yourself, head hurting a little probably because of hangover. The second thing you notice is that the cloths you wore weren't yours, it was one of his black tshirts, as he owns many, and before you could look at him with an unquestionable question, "You were sober enough to change, I didn't." He answers. You relax your shoulders, sighing.

Just the very presence of him makes your head go into a never ending spiral. It was embarrassing looking like shit in front of him. You called my name, what the fuck. "Your head must be hurting?"

"Not really, I just need to take a shower." You say shaking your head confirming that you are alright.

He gets up.

You don't know what you did last night with him, or said but it feels like you pretty much fucked up in every way possible. You don't even know if the whole session was just a dream or you both actually really did something. You watch him uncover the curtains and opening the window so some fresh air could come in. He opens his cupboard taking out some pills, keeps them on the side table for you. Too busy thinking, you didn't hear whatever he said and watch him exit the room keeping a black tee on the chair.

whatever the fuck happened last night.

Taking the pills you went for a quick shower, wearing again one of his tshirt. Going in the another room, he already prepared lunch for you. You take the spoon in your hand, and it's some kind of soup. You smell it, the aroma filling you up. "You're not eating?"

"I am." he says sitting down beside you. You never knew he could cook, such a dream boy. You dip the spoon and circle it around in the bowl feeling anxious. "You talked quite a lot last night, you kno-" he bantered eyeing up playing with the spoon. Without a second thought you interjected, "What exactly did i say?" not looking at him.

"We have a lot of time to discuss that in detail, right now focus on eating." he poked, smirking. "Just tell if i said something offensive or you know, stupid I won't stay for long." Finally taking a sip of the soup while it's still hot. "Look outside, its raining." he says moving his head towards the window wanting you to look out. It indeed is raining, which means you will have to stay. 

"So now that you're staying, why not have some fun? You play video games?" he asked cheerfully.

"No." you deadpanned.

"I knew, we'll watch a movie then." You look at him blond eyes, he's goofing around again.

He made popcorns, everything was set in front of his decent sized tv. It was like he was being extra cautious about everything, thinking twice before saying or doing anything. You on the other hand were embarrassed and awkward as hell. God only knows what beans you spilled last night, the possible things you could have that are coming to your brains are extreme. Plus he's not even telling.

He kept a decent distance between you two when he sat down on his small sofa, it was a small sofa so the decent amount means close enough to feel him right next to you. The movie was playing but neither of you were paying any attention to it. If it wasn't for the presence of the other, you could have both said the rain was distracting. Already tired and even more tired after forcing yourself to concentrate on the movie when exactly you dozed off to wonderland you didn't remember. One loud roar of thunder startled you back to life, "It's okey, just a thunder, go back to sleep." His words come in a low register, whispered close to your ear his hot breath almost tingling. You shift comfortably on what felt like a lap, shooting your eyes open you realised the position you were in and quickly sat up murmuring sorrys and fucks while trying to hide yourself, "When did i sleep!?" you mumbled, rubbing your eye, in order to avoid his.

"Sleep again you look tired." he pointed out looking at you. As if it wasn't awkward enough already for you to sleep in his goddamn lap. You shake your head, "No its good." You grin at him. His eyes never leave your frame. You shift to the left putting as much distance possible in between. He notices it. "Do I make you nervous?" 

 fuck yes.

It was like the oxygen was taken away from you. You tried breathing but it was useless. So this is one of the manys of what happened last night. "I said that?" He looks at you, nodding his head lights. "And they say one doesn't lie when there drunk." raising an eyebrow. Pressing your lips together you turn your head to the tv, "Let's not talk abo-" he didn't let you finish, "Answer me." He turns off the tv causing you to frown, "Answer!" You roll your eyes looking away again, it's hard maintaining eye contact right now. "What do you wanna hear?" 

"Truth."

You look at him. For a minute nothing was spoken. You looked at him and he looked at you. And that was that. Many of the hardest one minutes of your life. You sigh out in defeat, giving up the eye game, he sits straight. "What else did i say last night?" 

"Just that." 

You laugh, "That can't possibly be true." 

"Then you already know what you might have said last night." Wetting your lips, looking out of the windows, rain pouring harder by every passing hour, things getting more and more awkward. You could either tell him everything, and expect him to not act on it and be awkward Or you can just ask him to pretend last night never happened and let everything be awkward for the rest of the lives, because theres no way things are going back to normal, as if they ever were. 

Clicking your tongue, "Will you drink hot chocolate?" The only way to avoid a conversation is a hot chocolate. It works most of the times. All you wanted to do was escape his vicinity.

You stand by the window in his small kitchen, rain drizzles over your face as it falls down, rainy seasons are gloomy, you think. Cold air rushes in leaving you cold and shivering, alone, in the middle of the darkness in this room with your thoughts which are way too louder than your capacity to hear. You don't know why but him knowing how you feel about him just complicates everything by a thousand fold. And what if he wants to be with you? What will you do then? Yes you like him but, you can't risk being in a relationship again. You've already lied to yourself everyday by believing that you'll not love him, but now you do. And the fact that last night will fuxk everything up between you two is saddening because you are going to say no and he will not be very appreciative.

If; he likes you back. 

You feel his presence behind you. Not too close but not too far. You call out his name, he confirms. After a moment you speak, "Yes you make me nervous." trying to speak loud and clear but you voice only manages to come out in whispers. You hear him cackle. "I know." His deep voice goes straight down to your core, leaving you weak in your knees, he's standing just behind you. You feel his breath on your ear making you hold your breath, not moving even one inch. How desperately you want his hands on you and how badly he wants to sqeeze you in his arms and tell you everything he's been keeping inside for so long. Only if you knew. Only if you saw his face right now, looked into his eyes. You would know he wants you too, he always has. Since the day he saw you on your first day he craved you. Every day being by your side wasn't enough but oh he was just so scared to lose you after being told everything you've been through by your batchmates. He figured your past won't allow you to. So he kept quite. Falling in love with you everytime you looked at him, everytime you smiled at himz shyed away from him. He fell in love with the way you lived and laughed and cried. Just like you fell for him. 

"Take a chance with me?" he spoke lowly, carefully. You turned around, facing him. Shaking your head no caused the tears to fall down that were building in your eyes. You kept shaking you head moving back untill your back touched wall. You sobbed, no you were practically crying like a child in front of him only it was on mute. He approaches you coming closer and closer it was like you lost your mind and your senses gave up on working. "I can't" you managed to speak aloud.

"Why?" he asks trying to stop your crying at the same time. Holding you by shoulders, gently stroking up and down, calming. "You don't know what happened." 

He lifts your tear stained face up by his fingers, making you look at him, "I'm willing to know." he pushes further, caging you between him and the wall. "And if I don't understand, make me!" it's hard to understand the expression on his face. He's sad but, he's also angry. And frustrated and hurt but at the same time, gentle and understanding and concerned. Hands moving to cup your face, "You want me to confess first right? I love you okay? I have ever since god know when. And i know you do too so why the fuck can't you just let go and let me!?" The last part he says through greeted teeth while punching the wall behind you, you jump out in fear, "Fuck Im sorry." he apologizes under his breath, realising he's being to harsh.

He moves in closer, connecting his forehead with yours, "I'm sorry." he breathes out heavily, he's crying. He's hurting. "I can't help but think of what we could be." You open your eyes to look at him, tilting your face up a little, closing in the gap even more. His eyes are tight shut. "I can't help but think about you." He opens his eyes to look into your dark ones, getting lost. You both breathe heavily, hearts beating at the same pace, passion shooting through your veins. He closes the inches left in between you too, both of you close your eyes, nose touching, breathing in the air only the other can provide. His lips linger close to yours, quivering, afraid to harm you. Afraid to scare you. Chest heaving up and down in synchrony, lips ready melt into each other, only a moment apart, only a touch apart, still apart.

He draws a sharp breath in moving away but only slightly. You look down, the tension in the air is so heavy it could crush your weight under it. Tears still falling down like a waterfall.

 "Please don't say no." he speaks in the quietness. You shook your head again, whispering "Don't cry." 

He wiped it as quickly as it fell. "I'm sorry" you say, trying to move past him, but he stops you holding your hand, making you turn around. Gripping you face with only one hand he crashes his lips on yours, you pause. You didn't try pulling away, not because his grip was too tight but you didn't wanted to. When you moved your lips, he moved his. He held you by your waist with his other arm. Making you dizzy, holding you close you could feel his beating heart against your chest. Head tilted to deepen the kiss, body crushing into each other like planets colliding, teeth clashing like two swords in a battlefield, hands roaming the bodies freely, holding on to each other like you were to lose them the very next second. He could taste your tears in his mouth. He could taste his life. It was beautiful, it was perfect. In that moment you felt you could let go of everything that was holding you back, you past didn't matter in that moment. You saw one chance, one possibility. 

Struggling to stand straight, he walks your over to the counter never leaving your lips. He slows it down, letting you breathe. Softly sucking your swollen lips. He takes your lower lip between his teeth, he bites it so hard you whince in pain, which only makes him lower his hands and squeeze your butt, pulling you lower body to meet his, grinding into each other, desperate for each other, not getting enough and wanting more and more. The visible bulge in his bottoms evidently hit the right spots, making you lose control, making you go wild and grind yourself into him too. The height difference makes it so much easier like his body was made keeping you in mind so you both could fit each other perfectly. His hands travel north, tangling your hair and pulling them down, which makes your head go back, exposing your neck to him. His lips leave yours, sucking in a new space found, leaving deep red marks, marking you as his.

It took one single thought to pull you out of it, again. You try to push him away, struggling at first, he backs off, and the moment he does you leave, "So you're going to ignore me now?" he says panting, making you stop and turn back. He looks at the red mark on your neck that he created. He chuckles, "Thats the plan? huh? Ain't gonna work." you're hurting him you know it. You turn around to leave, "You're gonna come back."

And you leave.

You just leave. 

And like that, 5 months pass. The day turns into night and night into day, you go to college and come back home then go to college again. You see him every day and he sees you everyday and like strangers you cross paths. He started a new job, you heard. You started having panic attacks, he heard.

Sit and stare out of the window, thinking of all that you could have done differently. You thought not being with him or anybody would make things alright. Being alone would make your head clear and a little less messed up and then maybe you can go out date freely without having to be afraid of what might go wrong. But it seems like it all backfired on you. Now you have one more thing to forget, one more thing to carry everyday.

You thought you would get better, but little did you know it was him who was making you better. You thought you would get over him but you really do love him. You can't get him out of your head and he's gone, you fucked it all up. You broke his heart which ended up breaking you too.

Sitting on the couch in the parties is the only thing you've been doing lately. How long can someone pretend that they're okay? A month? A year? You've been doing it since your childhood. You're tired of pretending and tired of hoping that it's all gonna get better. You can't even pretend anymore to be honest, it's evident you do that you miss him. You've been sitting here for 3 hours, just sitting not drinking. What if you get drunk? Who's gonna drive you home you have no one. He's here too. Not drinking. Not looking at you, not thinking about you, rather having fun actually. he moved on?

Why wouldn't he, why shouldn't he? It wasn't his fault. You're the only one to blame. He cried, he begged you to stay to not say no, but you didn't listen to him. Why should he wait on someone like you. You push all your hair to one side letting them cover your face in an attempt to hide from Yuta, you can't help but watch him closely, laughing and talking and everything, he's faking it. You know him this much to know which smiles he is faking. And suddenly he is looking at you. Earnestly. 4 minutes of intense gaze and then you give up. Breathing already uneven and your palm is sweating, you know what's gonna come. You throw your head back to rest on the sofa and stare blankly at the ceiling.

I shouldn't have said no.

I should have stayed.

Why did I do it.

I knew you i wrong.

I broke his heart.

It's all my fault.

Something is really wrong with me.

I made him cry.

He really loved me, how could you!

"Fuck."

The walls were closing in on you. It was going dark before your eyes, you couldn't shut your brain up. It was like you were trying to breathe but couldn't like someone evacuated your lungs out of oxygen or maybe there wasn't any oxygen left in the air to breathe. Head was hurting like someone was constructing a fucking road on it. You were panicking, heart beating at an abnormally high rate, sweat collecting at the low of your back. You lose complete sense of the surroundings. You try to get up but can't, so you just sit there on the sofa in the middle of a crowded room, trying to breath, with your head down to your knees. The music and the people get too loud, it felt like they were screaming your name you shut your eyes and cover your ears with your hands, just praying this would pass away soon.

A jacket was thrown over you, over your head. He was rubbing your back up and down, in an attempt to soothe you. He makes you shift from the position you were in to a position where your head was down on his knees, and his jacket still covering your face. His hand creeps under the jacket to caress your hair and he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, trying to make you focus on him, and on his voice.

You start crying in his lap, under his touch listening his voice after so many days, you missed him. His heart aches seeing you like this, watching you deteriorating day by day. He hated that he couldn't do anything, couldn't help you through it but he knew better. He knew nothing he could have said or done would have made you realise that running away was not an option, you have to face it, face your past and get over it, let go. And let love. Because what is love is not a risk? what is love if not taking a shot in the dark? what is love if not a mere chance? what is love if not a distinct possibility? Him trying would have just made you push him away even more! He wouldn't let that happen, so he waited on love. He waited on you. . He calls your name, twice "listen to my voice okay? It's okay, you're okay! Just try to breathe." You nod your head, the tears disappearing in the fabric of his jeans. "Let's go out okay?" He asks, after five minutes or so he walks you out of the room. Breathing the fresh night air somehow calms your nerves but you're still hyperventilating. He makes you side on the boundary wall that's pretty low. Your still a mess, eyes watering and breaths hitch you murmur small sorrys to him. The crying is just making it all worse, he noticed. Taking your face in his hands making you look straight into his eyes, "Breathe in." he asks you to and you do "hold." you hold your breath. "Release." you let go. At first it was hard but with his help you gained control again.

"I'm so sorry Yuta, i was i was trying to protec- protect you. I didn't wanted to hurt you i swear on my life." You sob. He nods, coming face to face "I know, you did your best."

"But I made you cry."

"because i couldn't see you hurting, also you left but i knew you were gonna come back."

"I tried that day, i wanted to stay i wanted to be with you but i couldn't i just couldn't bring myself up to believe that i was deserving to hold you. I-

I didn't deserve you, i still- "

"Don't complete that sentence or I'm gonna be real mad at you."

"no listen to me i don't have anything to give you I'm just I'm a messed up piece of shit i would've just wasted your time and energy."

"Well then you're my messed up piece of shit, whom i get to take care of because i want nothing but only you. And i totally wanna waste my time with you."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be, Its all good now"

You took a deep breath. Nothing is gonna change the fact that you hurt him, but he was wise enough to know you weren't intentionally trying to. Love. "I don't know what else to say but i love you"

"And that's more than enough babe."

"Ba-be?"

"I've been dying to call you that you know?"

"Why are you so good to me?" He just shrugs and ruffles your hair. "Wanna complete watching that movie together?" You sigh in relief nodding your head a big yes.

You thought he was taking you to watch a movie, but it was a whole different scene the moment you entered his apartment. He changed the lights. They are a warm shade of yellow now. He did put the movie on, but you weren't paying any attention to it. Your head was hurting because of the sudden attack you had at the party, so he insisted on sleeping instead. 

You tried sleeping, but the smell of his perfume on the bed kept you awake. makes you reckless. made your thoughts run wild. You remember how it felt the last time you were here, in his apartment. The tension, the dream, the heat, the kiss. Not the fighting part of the whole situation, but the part where you were wholly in love with him. The part where you wanted to take a chance The part where you wanted to give him your all. 

Feeling too overdriven by your train of thoughts, you get out of bed. You follow the noise that was coming from the kitchen to find Yuta making something. "What are you doing at this hour of the night?" You speak softly, standing by the door frame. He looks at you unfazed. "I assumed you were sleeping," I said. "The bedsheets smell like you." You walk behind him slowly, his eyes following your every step. "Quite distracting." 

"If you weren't drunk enough the last time you were here." 

"Then I wouldn't have been here." 

"Fact," he says, nodding."Try it," he says, handing you the cup. He emptied whatever he was making, tea. "Since when did you start drinking tea?" you question, placing the cup down, trying to sit on the counter. He helps you jump. "Since hot chocolate started reminding me of you." 

"I'm sorry," you whisper quietly. 

"You don't have to do it, and you shouldn't waste your time!" He scolds you, taking the empty cup from your hands and placing it in the sink. "I'll say it as long as I need to." 

"Useless "

Then how can I make it up to you? You can only tell. " 

"Endless ways I can think of right now." There was a sudden change in the way he spoke. The hoarseness in his voice lingered in the air and warmth creeped into his eyes. The coldness in the air was replaced by this heavy heat of want that was engulfing you and him alive. "Like?" 

Keeping your voice at a hearable volume, you make space between your legs by separating them, which was taken by him the very next second, "like finishing what we started." " You know what's coming next." The movie? " You put on the most innocent face you ever had in your life, looking him directly in the eyes, playing with him like he plays with you. "Now now, what a disappointment you are," he says while tapping your cheek with his index finger. Biting your lower lip, you say, "Someone used to call me dumb..." 

"You're playing the wrong game, babe." He warns, tracing your jaw line and down your neck. He then lines your clavicle up and down, "You're gonna lose." He takes both his hands behind your back, pulling you closer with a jerk. His face was only inches away now, his lower body already in contact. You could feel him hardening against your pussy. He was this close. 

"What if I want to lose?" You answer, your voice barely above a whisper, the taste of the tea still in your mouth, sweet, but you want his taste now. He chuckles lowly, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks, his voice firm and demanding, unlike yours. "Well then, wait for me in the bedroom." 

It was new and exciting to get to see this side of him. Unlike his normal caring and soft self, this Yuta knew what he wanted. He is precious and just, and he needs no explanation for anything he does. "Oh and babe, undies off but keep my t-shirt on." You follow his command, going straight to the bedroom and removing your underwear and tossing it aside. 

You wait in anticipation, but don't quite know what to do. You were pacing around the room like a mouse chased by a cat. Butterflies in your stomach won't quiet down. The mere thought of what might happen causes goosebumps on your skin.Sitting at the edge of the bed, you check the time. It's 12:30 in the morning and that's when he enters. 

All of them changed. His demeanour was that of a wolf out on a hunt. And you were his prey. He shut the door behind him. His eyes were darker and his skin appeared a little bit colder than before. It's not like there's a third person but. You get up on your feet and just stand there in the middle of the room, a thousand thoughts in your mind playing every possible scenario that could happen. He drags a chair by its arm, situating it just in front of you, and sits down on it like a king. 

"Come ahead!" he orders. You start walking in an instant, almost tripping. His voice alone makes your insides curl and your pussy clench around nothing. Wetness is leaking down. 

"You really want to go down this road?" Changing his expression suddenly, his eyes glistened with a golden tint, probably because of the light coming in from the window. You try to play along, "Aren't we already down?" He smiles. "You can stop me anytime you don't feel comfortable, okay?" You nod, melting into his softness. How can this person do it? switching between personalities in mere seconds. 

"I doubt I'll stop you." You push a strand of your hair behind your ear, getting a little closer so your legs touch the chair. His legs were separated, and you were in the middle. The only source of light in the room was the street light, perfectly lighting up his face and your body. He lifts an eyebrow at what you just said, sitting upright in his chair. "Confident much? I like that. It won't be for too long though. " You shiver when his hands rub your outer thigh. He was waiting for a reply from you, but he was correct. The moment his hands touched your bare skin, all the confidence you were mustering up to talk back was thrown out of the window. His hands travel south and leave your skin hot, high, and dry. 

You gasp at the loss of contact. Being touched by someone, by him after so many years, you don't think you can last in this game for even a minute. 

"Let's begin, shall we?" 

You manage an "uhhm..." as you brace yourself for whatever he's about to do. He relaxes in his chair. With his eyebrows lifting up and down, he asks you to sit on the bed with a simple but powerful command. "Sit." 

You sit at the edge of the bed, your legs shut tight, your hands sweaty, and your mouth dry. 

"Let me see you." You didn't quite hear him, but you heard him. It was just so shockingly sudden. 

"Huh?" you stutter under his strong gaze. 

"Lost already." He deadpanned. He was mocking you, and he knows it's affected you. "Spread your legs, sweetheart." 

On his command, your agape mouth was shut, your legs already following his order, deciding to move on their own as your mind had given up on thinking ages ago. 

The show hasn't even started yet, and he's enjoying himself watching your timidity in every move you make. "No, actually, shift a little back. Make yourself comfortable." He gets up and shifts his chair forward as you move back on the bed. He got a glimpse of your core while you were shifting. You know he did because you saw the expression change on his face. Right there in that split second, you saw him almost lose and regain his composure.

Not letting him speak again, you spread your legs wide and open. The loose t-shirt that was covering you shifts up automatically, leaving you uncovered for him to devour you with his eyes alone. You looked at him and he looked at your core, shamelessly. This somehow gave you some kind of power over him. He is too weak for you. He curses under his breath, closing his eyes and breathing deeply but fast. 

The moment he opened his eyes and met yours, your soul definitely left your body. Your breath hitched, and you tried to look away from him, but his gaze was so hard it locked yours. You couldn't. "Touch yourself." You clench at his words, and he sees that. 

"Be more specific." That was bold of you to say that. He almost choked on your words. You may be the shy girl who is affected by small things, but you are also a freak. Although you do want to lose, you'd still give it your best shot. 

He poked his tongue under his cheek, nodding his head in approval of your regained confidence. "Touch your clit with only one finger and don't move it." 

Very precise. You do as he says. There is only one finger on your clit, and there is no movement at all. 

"Tap it." You do, lifting your finger up and keeping it gently on your throbbing clit. You clench again the moment your fingers touch, gasping out silently. "Keep on doing it until I say stop." He bites his lower lip as he watches you enjoy yourself at his command. The fact that you were doing it while he was watching you with his sinful gaze has already got you gripping the sheets and curling your toes. 

You do it slowly, sensually, watching him watch you. He's affected in ways he can't explain and in ways you can't fathom. Feeling good, you take your lower lip between your teeth and close your eyes. You get more comfortable as you fully submit to the task you were given. You let your head hang freely, trying to be more vocal, but letting out soft whimpers only. You didn't want to give him too much just yet. 

"Stop." 

You hiss at him. Drawing in a sharp breath, you bite your lip harshly in agression, not wanting to stop but stopping anyway. You look forward to him, his dilated pupils eyeing you like a scavenger, making you light-headed. "Enjoying yourself too much?" 

You nod slowly, your gaze never leaving his, and it drives him insane. 

Warmth creeps beneath your skin when he gets up from his chair and motions for you to come forward. You get on your knees, the t-shirt covers you again and you crawl to him to the edge of the bed to where he was standing. Sitting on your heels, you watch him loosen his belt. Then he undoes the waist button and unzips his pants. He slides them down, revealing white boxers and his untamed bulge, which he somehow managed to keep inside and hidden. 

You're dizzy by just imagining the size of him. You're unsure of what to do. Should you help him undress himself or should you just sit back and anticipate? Like a lost child, you wait for him to tell you. He asks a question instead. "I suppose you don't know how to give a blow job." Feeling belittled, you shook your head, looking up at him, "perfect." He compliments.

He slid the boxers down, his hard, thick and girthy dixk slapping against his abdomen, now free of any restrictions, standing tall and proud in front of you. You were too busy focusing on his perfection that you failed to keep up. He had already removed his shirt, and was now standing completely naked in front of you for the very first time. It's nerve awakening.

That is when you actually felt the gravity of the situation. It wasn't just some game you were playing; it was actually happening. You and he were actually happening. You fucking confessed to him yesterday! Yuta thought he was going to be angry and not talk to you at all because you broke his heart, but it's the complete opposite situation, he just couldn't be angry at you. Yuta knows better, good for you. He loves you. You love him and all your dreams about him were about to come true, he was going to make you his. 

"Fuck!" You didn't mean to say that out loud.

"Like what you see? I bet you dreamt about me. " It was like you were hypnotised by him or you lost control of yourself. It was like you were high on some drug. Or maybe you were high on him because you weren't thinking before nodding your head when he asked you that question. 

"What was I doing in them?" He takes his cock in his hands and starts palming it. You swear you saw it grow even bigger in size, as if it already wasn't. Too astonished to see the action just inches away from your eyes, you answer, "You were fucking me raw. From behind." You look up and gulp, "And you were spanking me, pulling my hair, kissing me, and marking me yours," you say in a small voice, so shameless, so pure.

"Get up on your knees." You do, inching yourself closer to him; he's still stroking his length in between. You look down, a new angle to admire him. You place your hand on his, your hand moving up and down his shaft with his. He slows down. "Want me to do all those things for you? Want me to touch you? " You looked up, mouth parted and eyes glistening to meet his dark ones. "Want me to pull your hair? want me to kiss you? fuxk you?" 

You nod frantically consumed by your arousal, his voice travelling straight to your untouched, unlooked, un-taken-careof core, your wetness literally sliding down your thigh. It's hurtful. 

"Oh baby, don't be that cute or I'll just have to fuck you right now." He says this restlessly before connecting his lips with yours. You let out a sigh of relief before giving into him. It was kind of the first physical contact he made after getting in this room, which has been nothing but hard for him to keep his hands away from you. He deepens the kiss. Tilting your face to the left, he locks his fingers in your hair, pulling them. The kiss was sloppy and messed up and just perfect, laced with desire and lust in every bit of it. Your tongues collided, your teeth clashed; you both just couldn't get enough of each other. Your hands rested on his neck, gripping tightly for support. He bites your lower lip making you gasp, then sucks it like candy. 

You reciprocate his every move. You try to, but you are getting out of breath. His hands travel down your back, lifting the t-shirt up and gripping your ass, squeezing it hard. You say his name aloud, breaking the kiss, "Yuta!" Your forehead rested on his shoulder while he kissed and nipped at your ear while kneading you, "Yes baby, you like it?" You hum in response, lifting your head up and looking at him, holding him close. "Rub your clit for me, baby." 

You bite your lower lip, lowering your hands and legs, your gaze never leaving his. You rub yourself up and down and in circles. He can't really see, but he knows. It makes his dick twitch. You let out a loud, breathy, dragged out moan, setting up a pace, "mhmmm shit."

He mimics that moan, his eyes burning with desire and lust. "Mhmmm shit... Nice and slow, yea baby, so good for me." You let out another breathy moan, closing your eyes but quietly this time, not wanting him to mock you again. 

His finger was placed on yours, on the one that was rubbing circles on your clit. You jump, in shock or excitement, you don't know. Your brain seizes the movement of your finger completely, "Why did you stop?" he takes over. His fingers move up and down, making yours move as well. Resting his forehead on yours, he continues to play with you, making you whimper with every flick. 

He moves your hands aside, your face contouring in pleasure when his fingers touch you, bare and raw, with nothing in between. There were chills running down your lower back, your stomach tightening with the pleasure he was delivering. Slowing down a little, he collects your wetness in his fingers, bringing it to your mouth to suck on it. You lick it first, then swirl your tongue around it, and then take it in completely, sucking like a lollipop. 

You kiss him with your flavour in your mouth. His hands find their way back between your legs, rubbing your clit, up and down and sideways, the wetness making his movements sloppy, his fingers gliding frictionless on your sweet swollen nub. His finger circles your opening before carefully dipping it inside of you. You purr in his ear while his lips ghost over the exposed skin of your neck. His breath hits you every time he exhales, absolutely burning your skin to a hot red. You clench around his finger, not letting it escape. Well, you finally have something to clench around this time. He stays inside of you for awhile. 

"Rub yourself again." And in no time, you're following his words, bringing your right hand to circle your clit. Now desperate to release, you don't go for slow motion but rather set a high pace. 

"Slow it down." 

You might be in disagreement looking at him but he gives you one look and you're slowing your fingers down. He pulls his finger out just to push it in again, and again, and again. You try to match your movements with his, setting a slow rhythm. You go up every time he pushes in, and that's how he drives you to your first orgasm of the night.

You've been at the edge for so long, you're coming undone with only one finger. You stop circling yourself and hold him to keep yourself up while his fingers are still working you up, slow and steady, riding you through it and pushing you into the beginning of the next one. 

His finger was buried up to his knucles, deep in you. He places his palm flat against your mound. You press into his touch. Moving your hips to grind into his hand, breathing harshly, he supports your body and whispers praises in your ear about how good you are and the amazing job you're doing. Just when you thought you could cum again, he makes you stop and removes his hand from between your legs. 

Licking his finger clean, he asks you to get on your hands and knees, "face down ass up, fast!" he said while pumping himself. The site of his hardened veiny dick was hard to look at. It was begging for your attention, but you weren't really confident with that. Instead of following his order, you stare at him palming himself. You look at him with a question written in your eyes. He understands what you're asking for but doesn't really acknowledge it. "Please." You kneel in front of him. He rolls his eyes, but gives you a look of content. 

"My girl wants a taste." 

You smile when he calls you his girl, "Yes. Your girl wants a taste." emphasis on the, "your girl." 

When you bring your face closer and look up at him, ready to take him in, he curses under his breath, holding your head in place with his hands clenching your hair in a fist, in the softest manner. "Open your mouth." You do, also giving a little extra you stick your tongue out for him.

He places the tip of his dick on your tongue, gently sliding it in against the surface. You close your lips around it. He slides further deep into your mouth, controlling himself to not push in too deep. Very slowly, he draws it out, leaving you empty and wanting more of him. He lets you take a taste, though. Slithering against your tongue in swift motions.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, which is already leaking. You try to take him deeper but his grip won't let you he only fucks his tip in. Finally bringing up the courage to take him into your small hands, you wrap your hand around the base of it, applying slight pleasure, moving your hand up and down his shaft. 

"Just like that." His voice boosts your confidence. He lets you play with him with your innocent little hands which are like a tease to him, until he can't take it anymore. Seeing you determined, his grip on your hair tightens and with his other hand, he moves your hands aside. He yanks your head back. "Open wider" He growls, as you do. And he slams his cock deeper than before. The sounds you produce are embarrassing. He goes deeper, causing you to gag, your heartbeat fastening even more all of a sudden. You mumble protest, telling him to remove himself and wrap your hand around his wrist, taking a hold of it. He withdraws himself, you cough a little, breathing deeply, then open your mouth again to take him in. He grins, "Now that's my baby!" tightening his fist around your hair and pulling your head a little more up. 

He slides his dick down again, slowly and gently going deeper. He wasn't even going deep to be honest; he was just at the brim, yet your mouth was full of him. Hair messed up and eyes watery, swollen lips wrapped around his girthy member, saliva trailing down your neck, only acting as a lubricant. When he finally siezes his dick after seeing your tousled state and didn't want to cum just yet, you try to regain your breath. Holding your hair back, not pulling anymore, rather soothing your nerves down. Wiping a tear away, he devours your glistening lips with his, not taking any time to deepen it. Pushing you down on the bed, he hovers over you, keeping his knee in between your legs, very very close to your aching to be touched core. His lips leave yours, connecting to your still aching jaw. He leaves a warm wet trail of kisses down your neck and everywhere in between. Sloppy kisses were placed along your clavicle, purposely sucking and leaving red marks around, making you hiss in pain and take his name. 

His hands roam up and down your body, making sure there isn't a single inch left to be touched and explored by him. His hand stretched the tee you were wearing, revealing only the upper part of your breast. He kitten licks the area, then bites the flesh and soothes it with a kiss, making every part of your body his, messed up, burning hot and so beautiful. 

His lips go south, taking your hardened nipple in his mouth and sucking on it through the thin fabric of the tee. While playing with the other, Your lower body automatically starts grinding on his knee, trying to obtain some friction, but it seems to be not working, but you swear the amount of heat dissipating from just the mere contact was enough to melt gold and silver. 

He is too intoxicated just by the way you feel against his lips. He brings himself back to reality to perform the second main job. He gets off the bed only to sink down on his knees in front of you. His face only a few licks away from your heat, you move closer to his mouth. He separates your legs further away, only able to look at you in full bloom this once. Drunk already, he dives in for a sip, and he is not disappointed. A long lick from the bottom of your warmth till up to your clitoris got your toes curling. While he laps at your juices, you curse his name a hundred times. He flicks your clit with his tongue, then sinks it as deep as it can go into you while nuzzling his nose to brush against your clit, it's a perfect blend to which he adds his fingers, the middle one he pushes in first. Out he comes to push it in 2 knuckles deep and then finally sink it deeper, curling it inside, making you roll your eyes back in pure bliss. You're feeling extremely. He adds another finger. That hurts a little but is soon replaced with pleasure. He works you up to your second orgasm, but doesn't let you cum just yet. 

His hands leave your body at once, and you hold back a moan, trying not to sound desperate. His figure walks across the room where he must have kept his wallet. 

You hear a wrapper being torn, goosebumps crawl up on your skin. He takes no time to return. "Make room for me." He gets on the bed, splitting your legs wider. He lets you rest in a comfortable position, keeping a pillow under your head. He drags his fingers between your folds, collecting your juices and spreading them on his member. You look up at the ceiling, aftain, excited, impatient. The yellow lights are forming abstract patterns on the wall. You feel his tip at your entrance, and soon he pushes it in with optimum pressure. You contract your muscles and your eyes shut tightly at the feeling. It's one of pain and fear and not pleasure. "Yuta, it hurts." You breathe out and call his name, your hands trying to grab his shoulders. He pushes in further, rather slowly this time while towering over you and coming face to-face, "Good." 

You lift your hips up a little to ease out the passage, and he bottoms out. He stays like that for a minute. No words were exchanged, just the feelings being felt. His breaths are uneven matching with yours. He connects your foreheads together. You don't know if his eyes are closed or open. They're closed. You inhale him in as he exhales you. 

"Fuck," he growls just before abruptly slamming into you, "Fuck." 

And then it continues, and it hurts no more. He's fucking you hard and slow, going deep and deeper. Making you cry out every time he hits that spot. His voice is husky and low, sending shivers dancing up and down your body. You whimper under him. Your sounds, mixed with the slickness of your bodies crashing into each other, were playing on repeat; warmth and lust in the shade of red were decorating the room, and the orange glitched tint was illuminating the perfect parts of him and you. 

He goes from a painfully slow to a pleasurably fast pace, no mercy he was showing, abusing your little cunt with his big thick dick, driving all the pleasure out for himself as he should, while giving you exactly what you wanted. So good. It feels so good to finally have him inside you, using you, destroying you to only mend you as whole, as his. 

He's fucks you so right.

He lifts his body up a little, supported by his hands over you, looking at your contoured face. He slaps your cheek playfully in an attempt to get you to open your eyes and look at him while he fuxks the shit out of you. He grabs your hands and pins them behind your head. Oh, he knows you are going to come, but it doesn't make him stop or slow down. He continues fuxking you harder and harder until you come undone under him. Your body convulses. Waves of pleasure travel through your nerves, hitting your brain. Your vision go black and, for a brief moment, you lose complete sense of reality, being in a state of complete euphoria. You've never had an orgasm like this before.

And the best part of it all is that he doesn't stop. 

He's drilling in and out of you at a monsteric pace. Your body writhes under him, trying to squirm its way out of his grip, but all these go in vain when his fingers wrap around your dainty neck, applying only the right amount of pressure to hold you down and keep your body fixed in its place. 

When he loses control, his merciless pace becomes even more merciless, banging his head hard, fast, and deep all at once. His thrusts became sloppy and rushed. Chasing after his high, he goes feral. You watch him clench his jaw in pleasure, the sweat rolling down making his hair stick to his skin, his low grunts and humming sound. He's trying to contain himself. What a sight. It makes you want to cum again. 

The pleasure starts building at the pit of your stomach again. You wrap both your hands around his hand, the one that was choking you, while rocking your hips back and forth, trying to match him, looking into his eyes, speaking with an unspoken language. 

And that's how he fuckls you into believing that you are enough, for him and for yourself. That you are capable of being loved and taken care of. That even if you're messy and stupid and dumb, you're still perfect. That you can let go and you can trust. That you can be.

Be his.

And then he explodes inside of you. He couldn't be more grateful, couldn't be more precise in saying that his wait was worth it. You were worth it. He rubs you into your third orgasm. And after that, nothing was like it was before. 

All of you changed. 

All of you changed when he kissed you and told you that he loved you so much. All of you changed when you saw him clean you up in the after hours. All of you changed when he fell asleep beside you, taking you into his arms. 

All of you changed when you met him for the first time.

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'The Good Witch' by Maisie Peters Sentence Starters

THE GOOD WITCH

"Did you think I forgot about you?"

"Let's call this the calm before the storm comes rushing through."

"It's Armageddon."

"Still argue like my mother and suppress stuff like my dad."

"Still miss you, but I know now it'll pass."

"I will try forgiveness, but I will not forget."

"Am I better yet?"

COMING OF AGE

"Was it a love affair or just a lot of late nights?"

"If it was a first kiss, how come it felt like a snake bite?"

"I wish I would've seen it sooner."

"I wasn't your cliché."

"This is my coming of age."

"Baby, I am the Iliad, of course you couldn't read me."

"I'll leave you behind, but that don't mean it's easy."

"You stole my love and I paid."

"But you couldn't keep what you couldn't tame."

"I let you butcher my big heart."

"It's my song and my stage."

WATCH

"Nobody actually happy and healthy has ever felt so desperate to prove it."

"It looked like a film Michael Cera would act in."

"It felt like a face slap."

"I fought it but I saw it and it sawed me right in half."

"You still get to me, but I still let you."

"You got every single thing you want. And I just watch."

"I know that I should know better."

"I just keep looking back at you."

"I saw you and your girlfriend."

"Sure, I don't know she's your girlfriend."

"Well, fucking sue me cause at least then we could talk."

"Now you're living the goddamn dream."

"You broke my heart and my self esteem for a girl/guy who's a remix of me."

BODY BETTER

"I was good to you."

"Did I just not do it for you, superficially?"

"You were it for me."

"It was nothing I did and nothing I said."

"And I know I gave you all of myself, one hundred percent."

"Loving you was easy, that's why it hurts now."

"The worst way to love somebody is to watch them love somebody else and it work out."

"Do you love her/him/them?"

"If you love her/him/them, was I just an idea you liked?"

"I don't know how I still can't make it make any sense."

"I thought it would be us for life."

"Will you tell me just one more lie?"

WANT YOU BACK

"I was the DJ and the darling of your passenger side."

"I know it didn't last."

"What was cheap to you, to me, was all I had."

"The issue is, I know all of this and I still want you back."

"If you told me what would happen, I think I would've begged."

"So you got to be a coward and I salvaged a little self-respect."

"I'd be yours again tomorrow if you wanna."

"I still want you back."

THE BAND AND I

"He said he'd make a move and then he went with 'Excuse me?'."

"It was letting go of everything but you."

"If we're living the dream, I hope we never wake up."

"It was breaking down, it was falling in love."

"It was magic, babe, pure and strong."

"It was a far-flung wish when we were young."

YOU'RE JUST A BOY (AND I'M KINDA THE MAN)

"I take in clowns like a one-woman circus."

"You're kinda awful, but you're not awful on purpose."

"Don't you know that you're losing this?"

"I'm on a one-way trip to take over the world."

"What's a girl/boy gonna do when she's/he's in love with you?"

"It's sad and it's true and I'm in love with you."

"You were my best friend."

"I'm not gonna wait, now I know better than that."

"Goodbye from your biggest fan."

"Goodbye from the bigger man."

LOST THE BREAKUP

"I know you remember."

"I'm the best thing that almost happened to you."

"I'm the greatest love that you wasted."

"You got two types: country and western."

"Wow, hey, it's been forever."

"Do you wanna get a drink, like together?"

"I'm kinda busy but, like, stay in touch."

"Oh, shit I won the breakup."

"You lost the breakup."

WENDY

"You're laughin' like a kid."

"You're calling like the future then you're closed up like a fist."

"Lost my page when you kissed me."

"She/he almost loses her/his way cause she/he follows him/her after one look."

"I know the girl/guy that you want and it scares me."

"Behind every lost boy/girl, there's always a Wendy."

"You're evasive on the phone until you're sorry on the floor."

"I'm throwing you a bone because you want me and you're sure."

"If I'm not careful, I'll wake up and we'll be married."

RUN

"I've heard some things that I will leave unrepeated."

"If a man says that he wants you in his life forever, run."

"He/she likes a promise if he/she don't have to keep it."

"He/she hates a sentence when he/she has to mean it."

TWO WEEKS AGO

"I wish it was two weeks ago."

"I wish we kissed when we first wanted."

"When we said goodbye, wish I hadn't let go."

"I loved you, babe, but I bet you knew that."

"Knew you loved me, babe, when you told me that."

"I was happier than I'd ever known."

"That last kiss, couldn't look at you. But I wish I did."

"I was yours so fast."

"God, I loved you, babe, did I tell you that?"

BSC

"We don't speak cause it's too tricky."

"But if I'm tricky, why'd you kiss me?"

"It's funny and I'm laughing, baby."

"You think I'm alright. But I'm actually bloody motherfucking batshit crazy."

"It kept it in, but it wrecked my organs."

"I'm gonna throw you down the river."

"You made me Little Miss Unstable."

"I can write you out the way I wrote you in."

THERAPY

"When we met, I told you I've been treated carelessly."

"You couldn't have loved a girl/guy any harder than you loved me."

"I'm just talking to your memory."

"I was abandoned, but you swore that you'd be there for me."

"Your touch will last for centuries."

"You gave me the world and you gave me your word."

"It built me like a promise until it broke me like a curse."

"I knew loving you was letting you leave."

THERE IT GOES

"I'm dating, but just dating for sport."

"I'm doing better, I made it to September."

"I can finally breathe."

"I had to let it go."

"The love we had was eating me whole."

"He/she kissed me right in front of my friends."

"I don't need your light to be lit."

"The way I loved you, I will not be embarrassed of that."

"I just should've known when to quit."

"The loss is yours."

"The universe is shifting and it's all for me."

HISTORY OF MAN

"I couldn't believe it. How you could just stop wanting me."

"She begs him, he says he doesn't understand."

"She loves him more than anyone ever has."

"You didn't even falter."

"You didn't look back once, did you?"

"Given half the chance, I would've made him weaker too."

"You walked out without sweating."

"He stole her youth and promised heaven."

"Women's hearts are lethal weapons."

"You are still my great obsession."

"I beg you and you don't understand."

"I hold on, I try to hold your hand."

"I save you a seat and then you say you wanna stand."

"So you'll lose me, the best you'll ever have."

HOLY REVIVAL

"I swore that I'd be a non-bullshit tolerating kind of girl/guy."

"No getting attached to men you can't have."

"Last year, I had to focus on survival."

"My ex was a bitter man, middle child."

"Now I'm in my holy revival."

"I have two friends. I listen to them like the bible."

"That is really not important."

"It's about what he represents."

"Which is me getting obsessed by someone fundamentally wrong for me."

"I'm not doing it again."

"It's just me and myself."

"You're just kinda dumb."

"I'm just kinda done."

"No telling the truth."

YOKO

"Funny, you know, you were the whole wide world."

"You fell for the moment so you lied to the girl/guy."

"I gave you option, and you chose wrong."

"I meant, "Don't go." It came out as "Goodbye"."

"You said, "Fine." When you should've said, "We could try"."

"Now we're seeing other people."

"Thought you knew how I felt, now I doubt it."

"We should've talked it out when it happened."

"I couldn't talk to you."

"You misunderstood the secret."

"The universe doesn't always come through."

"Sometimes you can't be the hero and tell the truth."

"And you misunderstood me leaving as something I wanted. I didn't want it at all."

"You should've put me above those people you didn't even know."

"You have a phone, you should've called."

"You misunderstood a lot of things."

"You misunderstood me too."

THE SONG

"I'm older now but I still don't really know things."

"I thought that we were forever and ever, I guess I was wrong."

"You were the one and now you're not."

"I'm gonna fall out of love by the end of the song."

"I could reach out but it's your turn and it's your shit."

"I've been trying peace and love and telling the truth."

"I got drunk, told everyone that I broke up with you."

"I was obsessed but I was young."

"You were my whole life once."

GUY ON A HORSE

"I hear you talking over me, like, is that smart?"

"You'll be lonely in your fifties."

"I tried to be nice but I can't keep it in anymore."

"I think you wanna start a war."

TRUTH IS

"He's/she's just something you regret."

"He's/she's not a savior or the best you'll ever get."

"Time will heal, but I'll always be a little bit broke."

"You weren't love but I think I confused it."

"All I ever did was care."

"I'll never get back months of my life."

"Did I give you any reason?"

"Did I love you?"

"Did you think that I deserved it?"

THE LAST ONE

"I'll always see great heights in you."

"I'll be the last one in your corner when the count's done."

"I'm still your number one fan."

"After the crowd's gone, I'll be the last one."

[djfics]

Behind these Violet Eyes Arc 1 Part.1

Chapter 2: Someone who can listen

Summary: Aphelios chats with his online friend called "The Boss" and he tells about his life. Ezreal encounters Valoran High's bully Shieda Kayn.

WC: 760

October 26, 11:04 A.M. - Cafeteria

After the classes are done, Aphelios and his friends went to eat lunch at the school cafeteria. "So...how's everyone's classes?" Jinx asked the boys and sighed.

"So....much numbers......" Ezreal said and put his head onto the table. "I'm completely fine" Aphelios signed. "I almost got in trouble because of 'him'" Ekko said while drinking a bottle of water.

"Who's him?" Jinx asked while taking a bite of her salad.

"Shieda Kayn" Ekko said which Jinx and Aphelios' eyes got wide open.

"Who is he?" Ezreal asks and Jinx looked at him. "He's the biggest bully of all Valoran High and he's quite a cutie" Jinx said while smirking which Aphelios facepalm until he heard his phone ringing.

"I'll be right back guys" Aphelios signed and leaves while holding his phone.

"Looks like he's going to talk with his 'crush'" Jinx said while eating her salad.

October 26, 11:05 A.M. - School Courtyard

Aphelios went outside and decides to chat with his online friend known as "The Boss". He met online playing games and they helped him compete in Ranks. And he tells about his tough life when he's on lunch break.

The Boss: Hey, how's your morning?

Weapon of the Faithful: Same as always 😮‍💨

The Boss: Damn....Do you plan to escape from him?

Weapon of the Faithful: I can't...he's my father

The Boss: How about your mom?

Weapon of the Faithful: She abandoned me and my dad.....

The Boss: Sorry about asking you about your mom....

Weapon of the Faithful: Is okay, And how about you?

The Boss: I was raised by my mom, I don't know about my dad

Weapon of the Faithful: You have a wonderful mom

Please don't make her sad, okay?

The Boss: I will, I have to get going, I have to go to Social Studies Class, how about you?

Weapon of the Faithful: Science Class

The Boss: Good Luck!! 👍

Weapon of the Faithful: Thanks 😊

Aphelios put his phone away and leaves for Science class. He went to his locker to grab his science books until he heard a bang from the lockers. He went and saw Ezreal with a guy with black hair with blue streak and is braided, green and gold heterochromia eyes and he's wearing a black leather jacket with a white shirt, a chocker, silver rings, piercings on his ears, eyebrow and nose and black painted nails, black jeans and black convers.

"What do you want nerd?" the guy asked Ezreal which he got nervous.

"I want you to stop copying my friend's school w-"

"Is that so...No" the guy said with a smirk. Aphelios decides to interfere the two.

"Who the f*ck are you!?" he shouted at Aphelios. "Phel, what are you doing!? This is my p-" Aphelios interrupt Ezreal and went close to Kayn and pull out his phone just in case he doesn't understand sign language.

"Who are you? And why are you picking my friend?" the guy heard the robotic voice on Aphelios' phone and he get close to him.

"The names Shieda Kayn, you got to remember that y-"

"Kayn let's go!! We got training to do" Kayn turned and saw Varus along with his friends Valmar and Kai.

"Alright I'm coming...you guys are lucky that your almost get punched in the face" Kayn said and leaves with his basketball buddies.

Ezreal looked at Aphelios and glared at him. "Why did you do that Phel!?" Ezreal yelled at Aphelios and he sigh. "I don't want my friend gets bullied. Why did you do that!?" Aphelios signed angrily at Ezreal and he looked away.

"I'm sorry Phel...is just...."

"I know you want to help Ekko, but facing him will not resolve this problem" Aphelios signed. "Your right...let's forget about it and let's go to Science Class" Ezreal said and the two of them starts walking to class.

Meanwhile

Sett was staring at his phone, looking at the messages between him and his friend until he presence the ball and caught without looking at it.

"Nice catch Sett!!" a guy with green and teal hair and has feathers, blue eyes and wearing a football outfit said.

"Thanks Rakan" Sett said while looking at his phone. "Are you having a conversation with your friend?" Rakan asks Sett and he nodded.

"Yes...I want to know how 'Faith' looks like" Sett said while put his phone away. "Anyway...let's train for the upcoming game."

"Yeah" the two Vastayan men went back to train for the big game and someday Sett will meet his friend.

A/N: I know is a bit too short, but I'll try My best to post more amazing chapters. Also, Kayn, Varus, Valmar, Kai, and Rakan debuted.

[lyinginthesnow]

i don't know if you still think about Bad Succession but i have a proposal: instead of shiv actually cheating on tom with nate, nate is actually shiv's Sexist Jerk Ex Boyfriend that she hates and is only working with out of convenience that flirts with her but she never reciprocates. but then one day tom sees nate make a move on shiv and immediately assumes that she's cheating on him, but then he doesn't get to see shiv shove him away afterwards and berate him. there's an entire arc in season 1 all about this miscommunication where tom breaks the engagement off because of what he saw and shiv is heartbroken but is determined to have tom realize it was all a misunderstanding and get him back. shiv stands outside of their apartment (that tom kicked her out of) holding up a radio playing Their Song (you can decide what it is) and tom peeks out of the window. he starts tearing up a little and there's a flashback to the night they met and that song was playing but once it fades out he shakes his head and goes "i'm sorry shiv... but we're over." before shutting the window. then one episode while at a business party nate sees shiv again. he's all like "well well well, i hear things didn't work between you and mr. minnesota. maybe it's time you give old natey a chance, eh shiv?" but then shiv is like "yeah well tom and i are going to get back together. we're just... in a rough spot right now." and nate's like "oh come on. what could you possibly see in him? you should just forget about boring tom and get with an exciting guy like me." then there's a pause and shiv is like. "okay. you really wanna know what i see in tom, nate? i see the love of my life. my biggest supoorter. i know that if i get into trouble, he'll be there to have my back. that's a lot more than i can say for an entitled douchebag like you, who's so blinded by his privilege and toxic masculinity that he can't think of anyone other than himself. yeah, tom's not from the big city, and he doesn't have the biggest house or car, but you know what? that's because he worked for what he got instead of having it handed to him, and if you think that makes him boring, then so be it. i'm more than proud to have him as my partner. and... as my future husband!" then she splashes the wine she's holding in his face before walking away and there's a shot of nate looking all shocked. she goes to sulk outside when tom comes out to sit next to her. he's like "hey... so... i saw what you said to nate. did you really mean all that?" and shiv is like "tom... of course i did." and tom's like "i thought... at the party before, that you were cheating on me with him." and shiv is like "WHAT? god, tom, no! i would never cheat on you." and tom's like "well.. now i feel so guilty. i'm sorry for jumping to conclusions, shiv." and shiv's like "and i'm sorry that i never told you about what nate was like before, tom. let's agree never to let a misunderstanding like this get in between us again!" then they kiss and the engagement is back on and they get married.

oh absolutely. and thank u for such a complete and elaborate proposal :) im obsessed w tom leaving before he can see her shoving nate away. that’s the kind of misunderstanding that would be aggravatingly dragged out over a season for sure. and it’s sad to lose the dinner party where she and roman make fun of tom’s suits, but you’re right, Bad Succession shiv would have to work up the courage to defend tom against the elitism of her peers.

i had some vague thoughts about Bad Succession tomshiv, which your ideas align with, in terms of tom and shiv being more bland and conventionally sympathetic, and this being accomplished by focusing on external interpersonal factors sabotaging the relationship, removing blame from tom and shiv themselves. the issues would be Misogyny (in the most direct, non-systemic way possible) and Her Evil Dad. the struggles within shiv regarding the harm she causes tom to maintain a feeling of safety within the relationship would get phased out pretty quick. I’m thinking when tom proposes, she’s hesitant. She says “I think you should know, before you get too close… I’m Damaged”. but over the course of their marriage she lets down her armour and learns to Love In A Healthy Way. as for their career ambitions, they would eventually learn that Love is the most important thing. tom would have an emotional moment where he says “i love you, not your money, you” (bc in this alternate universe that’s 100% unquestionably true, deep down beneath the seductions of wealth and power he’s just a boy from saint paul who fell in love with the most beautiful girl in the world) and at the end they’d run off together to a trailer park

also Their Song would be Uptown Girl. sorry to steal that from kendall’s kidnapping fantasy vehicular manslaughter extravaganza but Bad Succession would have used it here first

[str33tydr1ft]

| "You have to say it back." | LATE Fathers Day | TTTE AU : Sodor's Dragons |

(I HAVE NO IDEA WHY IM GETTING SO MANY FATHERS DAY IDEAS BUT I SAW A CLIP ON YT ABT THOMAS AND GORDON MOMENTS AND A CLIP FROM ITSV SO- ENJOY)

<Thomas : Blue>

<Gordon : Purple>

If it wasn't for the big event today, it wouldn't have been another average long working day. No, it was Fathers Day. It was a common thing for humans to celebrate. On the other hand, not many engines could experience it. But there were a few who could.

Two of those engines are Henry and Gordon.

Gordon, the big pompus asshole that you can't help but adore, and his husband, Henry, who often forgets holidays that isn't Halloween or Christmas.

On this day, Henry was asleep, as per usual. He was often the last one to wake up, but the others didn't mind it. Gordon however ussualy woke up before Thomas and Percy. Those two were the last two to leave the sheds before Henry.

So when Gordon woke up, he smirked and naturally blew his whislte as loudly as he could (without fearing that he'd wake Henry up by accident since he's a heavy sleeper) . Percy and Thomas were startled and woke up, Percy nearly bashing his funnel over the top of the shed door with how high he managed to jump.

" Wake up, you two! You know what day it is? "

Thomas groaned while Percy was trying to get over his disorientation.

" Fathers Day, right? " Thomas growled out as he glared at Gordon.

Gordon, with the biggest smile on his face, " yup "

" oh wow wee how excited I am! "

Gordon rolled his eyes, deflecting Thomas' sarcasm.

---

Gordon was waiting at the station with the express. He had an idea. What that idea was, I couldn't tell you it since that would spoil the story.

When Thomas pulled up in platform 2 with his branchline train for the morning, he had completely forgotten about being so grumpy about the day focused around his dad.

" Hey old man, "

" Is that what you and Percy are calling me now? "

" maybe "

" As long as you two don't call Henry that, then I'm alright with it, " Gordon smiled as he spoke.

" I won't! Anyway, I can't thank you enough, "

" For what? "

" For taking me in when you found me, "

" well you were a little tiny thing stranded in some docks which turned into a graveyard afterall, "

" I know, but you saved my life, I can't thank you enough "

Gordon felt a tear trying to escape his eyes. He refused to give in, but he did appricate his sons words.

" Anytime, Kiddo, promise me you'll be safe when you take your train okay? "

" I will, "

" Love ya kiddo, "

Thomas just smiled and managed to get a minutesworth away from the station before he heard Gordons whislte. Then Thomas' grumpy mood suddenly returned to him again.

The perks of being a train, he managed to unhinge the wheel joints in his wheels so he was out of drive mode. He then turned around and glared at his father, making sure to uncouple from his coaches first.

" w h a t - "

" You have to say it back "

Thomas looked around, there were engines in the yard stopping what they were doing to watch what was happening, alongside everyone waiting for their trains at the station observing the two.

" But Dad- "

" You have to, " Gordons face said it all. He knew what he was doing.

" Dad litteraly everyones here, the passengers, James, Percy, Edward, everyone "

" I love you Dad "

" Dad please- "

" I love you Dad "

" Dad- "

" I. Love. You. Dad. "

" FINE- FINE FINE OKAY- "

Gordon stopped repeating what he wanted Thomas to say, and just looked at him with a smug look on his face.

" Dad. I love you. " Thomas' face said it all, too. He was embarrassed as all hell. Clearly wishing that didn't happen.

" Thank you, " Gordon said as he let off some steam and puffed away with his express, very proud of himself indeed.

Thomas just gritted his teeth as he watched Gordon leave, getting himself back on the tracks again before coupiling up to his coaches. Trying to block out the giggiling coming from the coaches, the station and from the kther engines whk saw the ordeal.

" Happy Father's Day, old man. " Thomas scoffed to himself before puffing away to run his branchline passenger service.

[aarons-corner]

“He had five minutes of screen time and two lines you can’t have that many head canons of hi-” BE QUIET AND LISTEN.

A/N: But first listen to the TW!!: Mentions of self harm and stories of self harm, mentions masochism and sadism and stories of it, trauma, weapons

Oh how I just love writing angsty and traumatizing head canons about fictional characters.

And then all of a sudden I rant abt how much of a ✨T W I N K✨he is and how pretty he is

These are mostly SFW besides the trigger warnings above. If you have requests for characters just send me a message through my ask box and I’ll get to you asap, requests are always open atm :) (if a request makes me uncomfy, I will either not respond or if it’s rlly bad I’ll ask you to read my boundaries on my A03 which you should read regardless if ur requesting a fic for anyone )

Jimmy! Who owns 79 sweaters. 9 are turtlenecks, 5 are his dad’s, 2 are his mom’s, and the rest are regular sweaters that have cool designs

Jimmy! Who has the best fashion sense out of all his friends

Jimmy! Who is the richest and Sid hates him and his family for it

Jimmy! Who was just a cute little nerd for the first 14 years of his life. With his cute little glasses (yes they were round), cute sweaters, cute polo shirt, and cute black jeans (and yes the sweater and polo shirt were tucked into the jeans). He reads about space and shit and always readjusts his glasses because they’re too big for his cute little face to this day.

Jimmy! Who has a rock collection, or specifically a crystal collection. He calls them ‘pretty rocks’ (shut up ur pretty)

Jimmy! Who wants a witch and/or gothic girlfriend/boyfriend and wants to wear their pretty gothic jewelry and nazar like a symbol he’s theirs (and for the nazar, protection) or be given anti-anxiety spells and essential oils and stuff

Jimmy! Who has always been bisexual and had a crush on Dutch unknowingly in elementary school, they laugh about it now

Jimmy! Who’s a Switch. I mean come on just look at the pretty boy

Jimmy! Who gets absolutely emotional when drunk and/or high (he does both. At once and separately) and starts crying about climate change and how he can’t eat the soap in that one shop in the strip mall

Jimmy! Who owns many pets and houseplants and takes very good care of them all. He owns a snake named Athena, two parakeets named Jordan and Snowball, and a kitten named Jinx

Jimmy! Who is obsessed with Greek mythology

Jimmy! Who literally never knows what’s happening. He’ll forget what class he’s in, what his plans are for the day, etc

Jimmy! Who despite the above, is a straight A student and his parents have very high expectations of him

Jimmy! Who is a sadist and a masochist because of past trauma. His parents had high expectations, but were also neglectful which caused him to be exposed to things he shouldn’t have been exposed to at an early age (ex: gore, p⭐️rnography, substances, etc)

Jimmy! Who despite this, would never act this way towards his partner or friends or force his partner into it. He’s the biggest gentleman in the world and doesn’t let his trauma define who he is as a person and the way he treats others.

Jimmy! Who once got drunk and kissed Tommy. They kissed again sober just to see if there were feelings or not, there were no feelings and they never mentioned it again

Jimmy! Who catches feelings way too easily. He definitely fawned over Johnny at the nerd point in his life but ignored it because he ALSO has a fear of rejection

Jimmy! Who has the softest hair in the world

Jimmy! Who struggled with SH for the longest time. Neglectful but overbearing parents who only care about grades, being bullied, karate being stressful, any negative feeling, led to him harming himself in one way or another. His friends only found out after hearing some random guys shit talking Jimmy and calling him every slur under the sun. Later Dutch found Jimmy sobbing in a bathroom stall and blood stained jeans on the thigh area. Dutch got him new pants, took the blade, and made him promise to never do it again.

Jimmy! Who didn’t listen and has a small box of sharp objects, like broken glass, needles (for sewing and surgical), knives of all sorts, blades from pencil sharpeners, and even just overly sharp pencils. No one ever found the box and he still has it (I’m gonna confiscate it)

Jimmy! Who’s Cobra Kai jacket was a size too big when he first got it and it looked so fucking cute oversized

Jimmy! Who although wants to date a goth boy or girl, goths scare him and he gets nervous talking to them because he thinks they’re too cool for him or they’ll be mean to him :(

Jimmy! Who along with Johnny, did the skeleton makeup for everyone and did absolutely amazing

Jimmy! Who is the second shortest in the group (shortest is Dutch) and is constantly leaned on and used as an arm rest by Bobby and Tommy

Jimmy! Whose hair is so god damn fluffy. His partner plays with it 24/7

Jimmy! Who adores forehead kisses and kisses on the cheek (as in face this is the SFW version lmao)

Jimmy! Who wishes he looked more like Daniel sometimes (don’t bby ur perfect)

Jimmy! Who is husband male wife material

Should I do a Part 2??

[hiauntyimissyou]

Hi Di Duoc, missing you extra much today. I'm feeling pretty down today, could be the lack of sleep. I got off my game at a decent time, watched a movie w Richard until 1:30 which is still pretty decent, then was on my phone until 3. i felt pretty hungry but decided to go to sleep instead. i usually am tired on mondays though so nothing out of the ordinary. i miss you though, listening to tay du ky soundtrack and just starting thinking about you heavy for whatever reason Mom is getting ready to head back, I miss her. I'm glad she has been with family during this tough time. she needs it. I told them I will be back in 2 years , i am nervous but i must. :( I have been gone for so long, i left for so long you couldn;t wait for me. it's been 17 years and another 2 until i come back. that's like 20 years, it's like being exiled for 20 years. i left for so long you couldnt wait. i wish i wish i could change things, i wish i could go back in time. i wish i did more. i wish i could have made better decisions, you needed me. i know you loved me. Mom said out of everyone you loved us the most, while that's nice to hear, i know you loved all of us equally bc i know you, you are so loving and you cared about all of us.you've always been good to all of us kids. i could never be half the woman you were. I'm a selfish piece of shit that cant stand kids and you had the biggest heart and loved all of us so equally, but you had to die at 60? how am i going to step off that plane and not see your face? things will never be the same I miss you with all of my heart, since you've left I've realized how important family is and i will go back to see them, while they are still here, i didnt do that soon enough and now you're gone. Idk why i imagined me and you sitting on the living room floor watching cars and people go by like we did before, and talking and hanging out, and in my imagination it was me older, and finally finding my calm and being with you. but that's what i get for thinking of "one day we will" "one day i will" i should have sooner instead of thinking you will still be there when i am ready. i now know how limited our time is, you have taught me that, the hard way. i still can't believe youre gone and i'll never see you again. i really thought relationship pain and passion was everything but this is kicking my ass like no other and lets me see how foolish and childish i have been, worried about these bums that don't care about me, planning a life w them and forgetting about everyone back home. putting these strangers first. it's these guys that have kept me away from my family. it's true, abusive relationships will take you away from the people who love you; thats what Aiden's dad did. he gave me a child and mentally abused me for years and i felt i always needed to be here and couldn't imagine for a second going back to VN and leaving my son in his care for even a month away. I have been so foolish. So i said, when he is 18, when I am free, I will come back and now he's almost 16, it was another 2 years but you couldn't wait for me. and I dont blame you, it may be another 2 years but in total is close to 19-20 years and I can see why you couldnt wait. I've made you wait too long, i'm so sorry. I love you and miss you so much.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

WORLDS ANGSTIEST FNAF SUN/MOON X READER AU BREAKDOWN:

Welcome to the synopsis of, the pawn au, OR,

the house always wins

(WARNING FOR ANGST, MANIPULATION, DEATH)

—-

So in this AU the reader is actually just. A really ordinary person. They work as a florist. They spend weekends watching movies mostly on their own bc they don’t have a lot of friends. They’re pretty lonely overall but they try rlly hard to be a nice person. They don’t even know that their Uncle- the man who raised them- is like. The Head Dude of a huge infamous criminal organization

So one day it slips out to police that Uncle Mafia Guy has this one person he’s closer to than anyone else, and he’s been heard on multiple occasions calling them ‘the closest thing he has to an heir’

So the cops are all like 👁👁👀👀👁👀👁👁👀👀👁👀👁👀👁👁👁 at reader bc Oh My God they must know so much but they’re young and inexperienced so maybe they can catch THEM slipping up in the way the Uncle never has

So Sun and Moon are sent first to see if they can see them doing anything they can arrest them for, but the worst thing Reader does is leave food out for the stray cats of the area but instead they attract raccoons

So the cops are like. Maybe they don’t show it on their PUBLIC LIFE. mAybe,, we gotta get up in their PERSONAL life

So Sun and Moon are sent in AGAIN but this time to try n get close enough to Reader to maybe catch them slipping up enough to get valuable info

(Sun and Moon are extremely bothered and morally object to this idea, but the longer Uncle Guy is out there running his Business, the more horrible things are happening in the world, and this is the CLOSEST THING they’ve gotten to a lead in like MONTHS)

At the same time,,,,,,

Eclipse is out there. Doing OTHER Crime Boss stuff. And his biggest threat/rival is Uncle Guy and HIS business

And HE ALSO hears abt Reader and their relationship w Uncle Guy

And he’s like 👁〰️👁

So. He first tries to spy on them, gets impatient, then says “fuck it I’ll do it myself” and waltzes into Reader’s life all uwo well hello there style

So. All THREE of these idiots. Are trying to fool the reader into being comfortable enough to tell them Everything

I But Reader is just like??? Wow so many cool ppl are hanging out around me lately! WOW THEY WANNA BE MY FRIENDS!! WOWOWOOW THEYRE ARE ALL SO NICE AND THEY LIKE KNOWING ABT MY INTERESTS AND HOBBIES AND *ME*

And idiot trips and falls hard for these idiots

And the OTHER idiots fucking. CRASH LAND into love for this moron

And at FIRST THEYRE ALL LIKE “OH NO”

“THIS COMPROMISES EVERYTHING” think Sun and Moon

But then Eclipse is like “oh yes ;3” and starts swooning Reader even HARDER

And sun and moon are like >>>:00000000

So reader is like DIZZY AND CONFUSED AND FULL OF BUTTERFLIES BC OF ALL THIS ATTENTION FROM THESE THREE HIMBOS

And then. The truth slips :)

And Reader takes it fuckign HORRIBLY. Like they TRUSTED THEM. They told them about their WORST MOMENTS and the things they’ll NEVER FORGET. They told them about all their favorite things, about their dreams and their fears and their wishes. And they wanted to maybe make a future WITH these guys. Did they ever even like them at all???

So they feel broken, distraught, and extremely betrayed.

And then. :) Uncle Crimeboss shows up

the Uncle is William Afton mcfuckface. And Reader isn’t even related to him. He killed their family in a house fire and they were the only one to escape.

Reader’s Dad worked for Afton and Afton was cleaning up a mess that he wasn’t going to let happen.

He knew he couldn’t just snuff Reader, who had escaped the fire, without it looking extremely sketchy. So he adopted them! As the best friend of their dad, he felt it only right

And this whole thing with Sun and Moon and Eclipse?? AFTON was the one that leaked the information about Reader being his ‘heir’. Then he sat back and waited for everyone else to make their move

It went wonderfully! Even better than planned! Bc now he can use this Huge Fucking Mess to manipulate Reader hardcore. Bc now he can use this Huge Fucking Mess to manipulate Reader hardcore, and sculpt them into being the perfect successor

And Reader is stuck in the middle. An unknowing pawn in a game they didn’t even realize was happening.

On one hand. Afton is like. The only person that’s ever been consistent in their life. They’ve been raised by him. He’s only ever played the ‘kind father’ part. So when he comes to their rescue RIGHT AS EVERYTHING IS FALLING APART, and says “see? The world only wants to control you and twist what you know is true into fiction. But I won’t let anyone hurt you here”

Of course they WANT to believe him

But. When you have been really and truly betrayed and made such a fool of. You start to really notice the Signs.

They know the truth now. And there’s nothing they can do to forgive and forget.

[wiypt-writes]

Brothers In Arms

Part 4: Put Yourself In My Place

Summary: After learning what happened to you, Ari is on the rampage. Meanwhile, Steve contemplates his next move and Ransom broods.

Warnings: Bad language words. Smut. NSFW 18+) Contains Dark themes which may or may not be triggers.

Pairing: MOB DARK Ransom Drysdale x Reader/ MOB DARK Steve Rogers x Reader.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 6.6k

Brothers In Arms Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 3: Tears On My Pillow

Sleep evaded you that night. The spare room at your big brothers felt alien, empty, cold. Ari had stayed with you until you’d fallen asleep, holding you as you’d cried, just like he had when your dad had left never to return, and again when your mom had died. But you’d woken barely two hours later and now here you were, shivering under the duvet, your body sore but your heart aching much more.

Your bottom lip quivered and your eyes flooded. You buried your face in your hands and let out a sob.

As you cried, you were barely aware the door had opened again and your brother’s soft voice spoke as he crossed the room.

“Hey… c’mon. You’re safe here.”

"It's so bad." You felt the bed dip as Ari sat beside you, his strong arms wrapping around you. You sobbed into his big broad chest, your face buried into his tee-shirt. “I messed up so bad."

“You were tricked, violated and hurt.” Ari spoke, his tone gentle but firm. “This is not your fault.”

"Steve was my fault. I should have known, Ari. I should have known."

“But you didn’t.” Ari soothed, his large hand rubbing your back. “And that’s no excuse for what that piece of shit Drysdale did. Fuck, imma kill him.”

"I just want to sleep. I want to forget."

“Okay, well I’ll lay with you again then, and I won’t leave. I promise.”

You nodded and settled into his hold, feeling fragile and cold, broken and lost.

You were still wrapped up in Ari's protective embrace when the first rays of light came through your room. You stirred and woke him too.

"Hey, you okay?" Care and concern laced his voice.

"Sore." You grunted as you sat up.

Ari let out a low growl as he moved to sit up, leaning against the headboard. “I swear to God, I told him when you two started dating I’d kill him if he hurt you. I mean it Y/N.”

"It'll start a war, Ari."

“I don’t give a shit, besides, there’s only gonna be one winner. He knows I have enough dirt on him to bury him for life. And more to the point, so does Harlan.”

“This is Steve’s fault, not Ransom’s. Steve’s out to ruin his life and I was just collateral.” You shook your head, your eyes welling and Ari sighed.

“That does not excuse what he did to you.” Ari repeated his sentiment from earlier. “Have you seen your neck? Or the bruises on your wrists and face? When your dad left, I swore down I’d always protect you, I might only be your half-brother on paper but…” he shook his head, sadly as he let out a sigh, “fuck, why the hell didn’t you tell me about Steve?”

You measured your words carefully before saying them. "He threatened my life. He threatened Ransom's. Said he'd expose everything if I didn't keep up this act. But Ari, I just couldn't do it. I love Ransom too much, or I did or I do... It's all so confusing right now."

Ari stayed silent for a moment before he gave a heavy sigh, “what a fucking mess.” You watched as he chewed his lip, before he raised his brow. “I told you I didn’t want you getting mixed up in all this crap.”

“Ari…”

“You were a junior associate at the biggest firm in the city. You went to Harvard Law, were on for great things…I wish I’d never taken you to that damned gala where you met him.”

"Well, we clearly can't change the past," you scoffed and slipped out of the bed. "Thank you for staying with me." You headed for the en-suite and closed the door on your brother's protests.

With a groan, Ari pushed himself off the bed and headed out of the room. He couldn’t help but blame himself partly for this. He was as deep in the Drysdale’s shady world as possible, had been on their payroll for years, ever since he’d accepted a bung in exchange for providing information on an informant’s safe house location. He wasn’t proud of it, but your mom’s medical bills had ramped up leaving him caught between a rock and a hard place.

But you… you had been well clear of it all until Ari had taken you to that damned gala Harlan’s ‘publishing’ company had hosted. A night and chance to get dressed up and enjoy yourself after all the shit that had happened with your mom’s long illness… and that’s when Ransom had first gotten his claws into you.

Knowing you were your own woman, and if he tried to interfere it would back fire, Ari stepped back, tried to let you find your own way. And for the most, well, Drysdale had treated you well. Like a princess in fact. He wasn’t happy you’d left your job and gone to work for Stark but, well, again, he couldn’t stop that. And he’d had Harlan’s promise that nothing bad would happen to you on his watch.

Well, it had. And now Thrombey was going to give him answers.

He quickly changed and freshened up, the shower could wait. Pulling on a button down and a sweater, he made a few calls to sort his plan and schedule, and headed into the kitchen. He gathered a selection of fruits, granola and yoghurt together for you before the security system beeped and his long-time friend come security guy Kabede entered the kitchen.

“S’up, boss? Didn’t think you were working today?”

“I got some business to take care of. My sister is here, bit of trouble with Drysdale. Need you to watch her without watching her, if you get me.”

“Say no more.”

“Thanks buddy.”

With that Ari bounded back up the stairs and knocked gently on your bedroom door.

“I’m naked!”

“Thanks…” Ari groaned, “listen, I’m heading out for a bit. Kebede is here, if you need anything." He sighed through your door as he adjusted his cuffed sleeve.

Your response was a sniffly ‘okay’ and he paused for a moment.

“Wanna get pizzas and eat junk tonight, Booger? I’ll even let you watch your choice of shit movie.”

"Ari..." his name was teasing in your tongue.

"Okay."

“Dirty Dancing?”

"Maybe."

“You said I could pick!”

Ari chuckled. "I'll be back later this evening. There's food ready if you want. You call me for anything at all, and I mean anything."

The door opened and you looked at him, your towel held round your body. “Where are you going?”

“To Boston.” Ari replied simply

"Ari, please...."

“Y/N, just leave it. I’m going to see Harlan, okay? He’s the one person Ransom is scared of and frankly, I want him to know what his grandsons have been up to.”

Your eyes fell but you understood. "Be careful."

“I will, promise.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Don’t leave the house, please? Just until this is sorted.”

"Okay."

“Love you.” His lips brushed your forehead and then he turned and left.

"Ditto."

You watched him go before you closed the door and sighed. You had a horrible feeling this was going to get worse before it got better.

*****

“Boss?”

The title interrupted his thoughts and with a glare

Steve looked up as Bucky walked into the room. “Hey, Buck.” His face softened just a little.

James Buchanan Barnes, aka Bucky was Steve’s second in command, and one of the few who’s loyalty hadn’t swayed when Steve had been inside. Best friends since childhood, Steve trusted the one-time soldier with his life, and vice versa. He was the one person that could tell Steve exactly how it was, give it to him straight, so to speak, without fear.

“Thought you might like to know…” Bucky sank into the leather chair on the other side of the desk, “seems like your plan worked. Ransom kicked his girl out last night. Word is he’s been rampaging round Stark Tower like a bear with a sore head, and she ain’t turned in for work.”

"Hmmm," the King of Brooklyn stared out of his penthouse window, overlooking the bridge.

“You don’t sound as pleased as I thought.” Bucky mused, watching him.

"If she's not been in, then you know as well as I where she ended up and things are about to get worse for my brother."

“What do you mean?”

"She's most definitely with her brother, that crooked piece of pay roll shit that introduced the two of them and I have no doubt Ari is on his way to Harlan." He snidely smirked. "The one person who Ransom had in his corner won't be happy about how he's kicked his girl out."

“So, you are pleased?” Bucky arched a brow.

"Oh, I am indeed, don't mistake that. But my next move has to be far more calculated than the rest." Steve turned to Bucky. "Give your guy a call. I want tabs on Ransom's next move before he makes it."

Bucky took a deep breath, “sure boss.”

"And Buck..."

"Yeah?"

"Find her."

“Y/N? I thought you said you knew where she was? If she’s with Levinson, we ain’t getting near her.”

"Call it... Confirmation."

Bucky leaned forward in his chair, “Steve. I’ve known you a long time, so when I say this, I have your best interests at heart but…what the fuck do you want with her? You got what you wanted, you’ve taken the only thing left your brother cares about. You’ve had your vengeance there for Peggy. What’s this about?”

"I want her."

“You want her.” Bucky scoffed, “you think Levinson is gonna just let that happen?”

"I’ll kill him."

"Steve, you're going in with blind rage, that's not good for anyone." Steve turned and looked at Bucky, hands falling to the buckle of his belt as his best friend continued. “And if you kill her brother, you really think she’s gonna go along with any of this? Ransom aside, Harlan loves her. And she’s got Stark backing her…”

"I'm beyond asking for permission in any of this, Buck. This is what I want and I get what I want. Make. It. Happen. Leave Levinson to me."

Bucky sighed, “okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Once Bucky left, Steve slammed his hand on the desk, "fuck." He growled.

This was harder than he anticipated and never expected. News of Ransom's petulant actions at Stark's this morning he'd expected. You going to Ari he expected. But as coyly as Steve had played it off, Ari and the potential risk of him seeking out Harlan was problematic. There was a reason why Harlan made Ransom his second over Steve, trust was there and once you broke Harlan's trust, you were fucked. Ari knew this and so did Steve, this would be a card not played in Steve's favor.

But he was inching closer and closer to pure suffering on Ransom's end and that was his main agenda. The rest was collateral damage. It didn't matter how wide he had to cast his net, Steve was adamant Ransom was to feel the pain and suffering he had. What he’d done to him so far hadn’t even scratched the surface.

Steve glanced over at the framed photo of his wife, Peggy. It had been taken three weeks before she had been gunned down in a drive by, the bullet meant for him. And despite what his shithead brother said, Steve knew he was behind the botched hit.

He hadn’t known it at the time, of course, Ransom had covered his tracks. Even when he’d subjected Rumlow to over four days of torture the guy had maintained he didn’t know who had hired him. Eventually, Steve had put a bullet in his head and then called on his dear brother for an alibi. Despite the fact they didn’t talk much, he’d thought the unwritten family code would hold up.

It didn’t.

When questioned by the police, Ransom had taken his chance and denied Steve had been with him. Steve took the fall and Ransom…well, he’d taken Brooklyn.

But Steve had gotten that back.

And soon he’d get the rest of his life back too, by ruining his twin’s.

****

It was a short flight up to Boston, especially when you could use a private jet whenever you wanted, within reason. Soon, Ari was exiting the private air terminal and climbing into a waiting car.

“Mr Thrombey is at the publishers,” the diver turned to look at him. “He requested I take you there.”

“I assume he’s not gonna keep me waiting?”

“He’s requested that you go straight up. There will be an unescorted pass for you on reception. I’ll be waiting to bring you back for your return flight.”

Ari nodded and checked his phone. As the car headed through the outskirts of the city, he read messages he'd missed and checked in with you.

You were fine. Dozing you'd offered. And he in turn mentioned he'd be home early that evening and that Kabede would remain until he'd arrived.

When you’d petulantly reminded him, you didn’t need a babysitter he chuckled to himself and in turn reminded you of the promise you’d made not to leave the house. When you’d retorted and asked if using the hot tub counted, he knew that you were starting to feel a little better, even so he wasn’t stupid enough to think you were okay.

And you'd most definitely reminded him that he owed you Dirty Dancing and junk food the moment he returned.

Firing you one last message to tell you to order the pizzas for seven, and that he would collect the rest of the junk on the way, he closed his phone and watched the scenery as the car drove to the leafy suburbs of Cambridge, finally stopping at the old hospital which housed Blood Like Wine, the publishing company Harlan used to front the family business.

A legitimate business, the company did actually publish Harlan’s books. But that was the beauty of the operation. The mob wasn’t as public as it once has been, back in the day. They controlled everything by subterfuge. On the face of it, the Thrombeys, Starks and Maximoffs were legitimate business people. The authorities had nothing. There was no trail, no proof. Not even so much as a parking ticket or a tax return out of date, no risk of anyone pulling a Capone. But, underneath, they were shady as fuck.

And Ari was as deep in that shade as he could get. Now a bent CIA agent, one who struck a deal with Harlan all those years ago, on the hook ever since. For the most part, it didn't bother him. Any troublesome suspects that he couldn't quite pin down, a quick call and the evidence would suddenly be at his disposal. Human traffickers who got away with their actions because no one would talk, they would suddenly ‘disappear’ and never be seen again. In return, he kept Harlan’s extended empire out of the spotlight, feeding them information here and there, keeping them one step ahead of the authorities.

He had enough on them though to bring them to their knees, and Harlan knew that. Which was why Ari knew he was safe; he had collateral, an email which would fire straight to the relevant people should Ari fail to check in one day. And in turn, Harlan had photos of him, paper work, proof Ari was bent. But neither had ever had any cause to use it, there was a mutual respect. Ari liked Harlan, despite how gray his morals may sometimes be. He helped keep the streets of New York, Boston and Queens safe, helped keep the people Ari had signed up to serve all those years ago as a police officer, from falling prey to scum bag drug dealers, pimps, child sex rings, traffickers and rapist.

And that was fine by him, and probably by his superiors even if they’d never admit it, and they sure as hell wouldn’t condone his active involvement.

But now…now his sister had been hurt, and that was the one thing Ari would not tolerate. He’d take the fall if Harlan wouldn’t play ball, fuck the consequences.

The driver stopped to valet and Ari was escorted inside, the receptionist just simply extending her arm and the visitors pass dropped into Ari's hand. He took the elevator up to where he knew Harlan's office sat and helped himself in.

Harlan looked up as he walked into the large room, and shot him a little smile. “Ari…” he stood up to shake his hand, “what’s got you all bent out of shape so badly you had to come all this way out?”

Ari arched a brow, “don’t tell me you seriously expect me to believe you don’t know.”

“More than one side to a story," Harlan sat back down in his chair. "Let's hear hers."

Ari took the seat at the other side of the cherrywood desk and explained exactly what you’d told him. About Steve, the Masquerade ball, the blackmail. He then took a deep breath, his anger swelling inside as he told Harlan what Ransom had done to you in retaliation.

“He hurt her, Harlan…really hurt her. You should see the bruises and…” Ari swallowed as he shook his head, “he raped her, that’s what it was. She told him to stop.”

“Yeah well, suffice to say he didn’t tell me that bit.” Harlan groaned, his hand rubbing his face. A long index finger traces his lips. “How is she?”

“How the fuck do you think she is? Broken, hurt. Violated, distraught…need I go on?”

"No, lad, you don't." Harlan growled. "What does she need and what can I do?"

“This isn’t about what she needs, I got that covered.” Ari leaned back, his hands clasped in his lap, legs spread as he looked at Harlan. “This is about what I want.”

Harlan seemed to think it over for a moment and leaned forward on his forearms and clasped his hands together. "Alright. Indulge me, Ari."

Ari once again opened his phone, pulling it from his pant pocket and sliding it over to Harlan. It took the older man no more than a few moments to review the contents of which Ari shared before he clicked the phone screen off and set the device back in front of Ari.

"Alright, tell me."

“I wanna kill your grandson, Harlan, but I know you’re not gonna let me do that. So instead, I want fifteen minutes with him. Alone, and for that I need you to get me into his mansion, and make sure I’m not disturbed. So that means getting rid of his guard dogs. Give me those fifteen minutes, and you have my word. I won’t kill him. If you don’t, I’ll go in there with a full firing squad and be damned the casualties.”

Harlan didn't even need to think on it. "Done."

Ari arched a brow. “I expected a little push back.”

"Ransom has pushed his entitlement far enough. It's time the hard lesson is learned." Harlan sat back and signed. "I'm an old man, Ari, and neither of those shits have proven themselves. Ransom would be my second, he's good at the family business, but he's shit at personal relationships, until your sister."

Ari pursed his lips, “Y/N was an idiot, she should have come clean, she knows that. But Steve tricked her and she was scared into trying to deal with it in the way she did. Because she loves Ransom. And I don’t think she’ll ever stop. But I’ll be damned if im gonna let him just walk away scot free.”

“And Steve?”

Ari merely popped a shoulder.

"Fair enough."

Ari took a deep breath. “I should be going. I don’t wanna leave Y/N for too long.”

"Ari, you have my word on this. I'll give you your fifteen minutes, no more, no less. Understood?" Harlan peered up at him and Ari gave a flick of his brows.

“That’s all I’m gonna need.”

"Safe travels. We'll be in touch, I'm sure."

With a final nod, Ari left the patriarch's office and subsequently left the building and then the state altogether.

****

“You look incredibly beautiful,” Ransom purred as you sat in the back of his car, “I knew red would be your colour.”

“It’s a nice dress,” you conceded with a nod, “although some might say it’s a little creepy.”

“What is?”

“Our third date and you’re already sending me things to wear.”

"Am I not allowed?"

“Would it make a difference if I said no?”

"No." He was clear cut but not stern in his answer.

You chuckled and blinked at him, your lids slow and sultry. “Then it’s a moot point, Ransom.”

He handed you a glass of champagne for the ride.

"So, where are you taking me?"

“La Grande Boucherie,” Ransom sipped from his own glass. “You heard of it?”

“They don’t pay junior associates well then at Pearson Hardman?” He smirked a little as you rolled your eyes.

“I manage fine, thank you.”

“Fair enough." He sipped his glass. "Speaking of, how were things today?"

“Fine,” you took a sip yourself. “Harvey has me working the paperwork for his next big case. It’s interesting, I like it. He err, he also suggested I can sit the second chair on the bench…”

"I take it that’s what you want?" Ransom was interested, never wasn't. You were beautiful, smart. And you held his attention on an intellectual level that outstood the women he'd been with before meeting you.

“Absolutely, it’s the next step to getting the Junior dropped from my title,” you took a deep breath, “Ari thinks I should be pushing for it more, making louder noises but I don’t want to start annoying people.”

"Ah, yes, Ari. He's a smart guy."

At that you snorted, “he has his moments.”

With a small smirk, he nodded. "We're here."

Ransom let himself out and then walked round the car to offer you his arm as Carter opened the door. You took it and the pair of you were escorted into the restaurant. You walked slowly, not wanting to trip in your heels and you couldn’t help but widen your eyes as you realised you were heading for the chef’s table.

It was during this date that you learned the truth about exactly what importing and exporting it was that Ransom did. You hadn’t been shocked; how could you be. His name was notorious within the law firm you worked for, his family had half the lawyers on their payroll. What had knocked you, however, was how deeply embedded in it your brother was.

You’d fallen a little quiet on the drive home. And Ransom had feared that you were going to tell him you wanted nothing more to do with him, for that exact reason, but as his car pulled up to your apartment block you cleared your throat.

“Do you, err, do you wanna come in for a coffee? Or…something stronger?”

He was a little taken aback but nodded, "stronger is good."

“Okay…”

As you exited the car, Ransom nodded to Carter as he slipped him a wad of notes, “I’ll call you.”

"Sure, boss." He tipped you both a nod before you led Ransom into your lobby.

You slipped your key fob into the elevator and you both stepped in, Ransom’s hand at the small of your back.

You were silent until you reached your door, one of two on the top floor.

“It’s probably a little less upmarket than what you’re used to.” You hastily began to apologise as you let him into your small, 3 roomed open plan home.

"Why do you say that?" He slipped his coat off. "It's nice. Has a view.”

You shrugged as he tossed his coat over the back of your couch and strode told the window. “I like it.”

"Me too."

You kicked your shoes off and walked to your cupboard, pulling out a bottle of scotch Ransom knew to be Ari’s preferred brand and two short glasses. "Scotch okay?"

“Sure,” he nodded as he flopped onto the couch, looking around. It might have been small but everything had a place. It was modern, with personal touches. Touches that his own Penthouse lacked.

You padded over to him after pouring and handed him his glass, your fingers brushing. "Thank you for dinner, Ransom. I was wonderful."

“Well…” his eyes tracked you as you sat down next to him, “if I haven’t completely scared you off then there’s plenty more places like that I’d like to take you.”

"You haven't." You swallowed with honesty. "I mean am I a little overwhelmed, yes. But scared, no."

“That either makes you brave or stupid.” Ransom took a sip from the glass.

"Maybe both," you shrugged.

“Dangerous combination.”

"Maybe. Maybe it's just the right combination," you sipped. Ransom smirked as you turned your body towards him. “Should I be afraid of you, Hugh?”

His jaw clenched a little, "Ransom, please, baby."

You chuckled, “baby?”

In an uncharacteristic moment of bashfulness, Ransom felt his cheeks flush and he shrugged, "too soon?"

You smirked a little over your glass, Ransom’s eyes flicking to your lips, “you tell me? Is this gonna be a fuck and run?”

"Do you want it to be?" He whispered as he leaned in, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

“The fuck bit, yeah…” you whispered as his face drew closer to yours, “not so sure about the run part.”

"I don't wanna run," his breath fanned your face.

“Then don’t…”

His lips sealed over yours as he sucked that your bottom lip in, the tip of his tongue gliding along your plumped skin. In the whispers of your conversation he had set his glass down and now his large hands cupped your face.

You whimpered as he kissed you. Your well manicured nails gliding up his neck to the back of his head, nails scratching through his hair.

He let out a groan into your mouth, his kiss growing fervent as he gently moved further into your space, causing you to lay back on the couch.

You made out on the leather sofa, his hands tracing your curves over the soft material of your dress, then gliding up the outside of your smooth thighs.

Before long you’d moved to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way, a trail of breadcrumbs to the little cottage in the woods.

With a huff, your back hit your bed as Ransom caged you in.

“You’re beautiful…” his lips met your neck, caressing that spot behind your ear that he’d quickly figured made you melt.

"Hu... Ransom, please...."

He chuckled, his mouth moving to your collar bone. He was in no rush. It had been a while since he’d felt the need to worship a woman the way he was doing with you. The last had been his ex girlfriend way back in his early twenties. Since then it had been a sting of one night stands, at most a few recurring liaisons with no strings. But this, well, this was different.

You were captivating, innocent, uninterested in his lavish lifestyle and money. And that made him crave you.

His soft face ran along your chest as his nose inhaled you in, that hot tongue of his laving at the curve of your breasts, flicking over your peaked nipples. Your own two hands desperately wanted to run through his hair, over those freckled broad shoulders but he wouldn't let you touch him.

"Not yet," he husked. Down he went, his tongue mapping a trail across your skin, using each dip, curve, blemish as direction.

When his teeth nipped at that hip bone on your left, you managed to touch him, your hands scratching the crown of his head. Until then, he was being a silent lover, your moans and whimpers caused by his lips over your body the only sounds in the room.

He let out a growl, you having discovered his weakness. His spot, so to speak.

Lust blown cerulean orbs met your eyes as they gazed through thick, lowered lashes. A silent threat. But you were used to looks men gave in threat, your occupation bringing forth the most scandalous. Ransom knew his threats bore nothing for you and you flicked your brow at him as you fluttered around nothing, your nose flaring in sensual heat.

And then he was back over you, his lips dominating as your hands were pinned above your head, his hardness digging into your stomach.

“Have you got-“

“Yeah…” he nodded, “in my wallet.”

There was a pause as he groaned, knowing it meant leaving you on the bed.

His pants had been discarded near your bedroom door and he quickly paced across the room to grab them. He fished through the fabric for his wallet, pulling the foil wrapper from its folds.

He wasted no time, tearing it open as he walked, tossing the foil to the floor in a nonchalant manner before he knelt on the bed, rolling the rubber down over his dick.

You watched, entranced, the skill quick. He stroked himself a time or two once through and was back over you. "You... Your.... I need it."

He smirked a little, his face arrogantly hansom as he moved your hands from where they’d been rubbing up his arms and once more pinned them above your head.

“You got some kinda Fifty Shades thing going on here?” You asked as he moved closer. “You don’t want me to touch you?”

"No. I...." He bent his neck and kissed you, "I wanna feel every inch of you first."

Before you could quip back about you feeling his inches, he was pushing into you with a slow, measured roll of his hips.

"Oh fuck," you moaned. "That's...."

He silenced your words with another roll, sinking deeper into you, a groan slipping from his plump lips

"Fahk sweethaat," he spoke against you. "You take that well, baby."

His eyes watched your face, every expression as he thrust into you over and over. The way your nose twitched a little, your nostrils flaring, your pupils growing wider as you climbed higher and higher.

"You feel so good, baby, so fahking good." He praised.

Your brain was gone, flooded with sexual endorphins that you couldn't utter a response. His hands kept hold of yours as his fingers slipped between your own.

The muscles of his arms and back flexed and rippled as he kept going, his pace gathering speed as your breath became quick, ragged gasps.

"Ransom, I'm..." your body started to flutter around him and shiver beneath him.

“Yeah baby, come on…”

Again he sped up, his own release eminent, but you were first, you had to be first. And that was a first for him.

Your body trembled and your head tipped back, the most exquisite noise Ransom has ever heard dripped from your parted lips.

His hips dug for those final thrusts as he filled his seed into the barrier and your whole body tensed pleasurably around him. With a groan, his body tingling, his face burried into the crook of your neck and shoulder.

His nose bumped the underside of your ear before he kissed the juncture of your jaw. "You alright?"

“Yeah…I’m good, great.” Your voice was a rasp as you gathered your breath.

He hummed a little and pulled back, kissing your lips before he caged you in, "me too."

A loud bang jerked Ransom from his dozing, and he sat bolt upright in the large leather chair in his lounge, the glass tumbler slipping from his hand.

Another crash, followed by breaking glass.

“What the…” he pushed himself up from his chair and moved unsteadily through the house to the study, shouting for Carter.

But no answer came.

Cursing, he stopped to retrieve one of his guns from the chest of drawers in the hall. As he walked, he cocked it before he gave a growl and yanked open the door to his study. His alcohol clouded eyes barely had time to register the carnage of the trashed room before he felt the cold metal muzzle of someone else’s weapon pressed to his temple.

“Drop it, asshole.” A familiar voice warned him and with a scowl, Ransom flicked the safety on and dropped his gun to the floor.

"You came later than I expected," he half slurred.

“Yeah well, thanks to you I had to sit through Dirty Dancing and Pretty Woman.” Ari cocked his gun, the grinding of the trigger mechanism loud. “That alone is enough to make me wanna put a bullet through your skull."

"She okay?"

“What the fuck do you care?” Ari scoffed.

"Do I?"

“Judging by the marks on her neck and the fact you raped her, I doubt it.”

“Rape…I didn’t…” Ransom shook his head.

“She told you no, asked you to stop. You didn’t.”

Ransom felt the nerve on his jaw twitch. “So is this where you kill me? We both know you ain’t got the-“

There was a click as Ari pulled the trigger. Ransom stilled and turned round, to see Ari holding his hand out. He opened his palm and six bullets dropped to the floor. “If it wasn’t for Harlan, I would have.”

“How the fuck did you get in here? Where the fuck are my guys?”

“Used the door and I have no idea,” Ari shrugged, “wherever Harlan told them to be for the next…thirteen minutes.“ Ari pocketed his gun and then reached down for Ransoms, emptying the barrel before he tossed it into the corner of the room. “Better safe than sorry, huh.”

“So what’s your big plan, Levinson? Come here and scare me? I’m quaking in my boots.” Ransom drawled, sarcastically. “Or are you here to plead your slut sister’s…”

Ari’s right fist connected with Ransom’s jaw with enough force to send him reeling. He was already unsteady thanks to the alcohol in his system, but as he staggered back, Ari’s left swing nailed him in the gut.

Ransom fell to the floor, his insides crying out as bile from his gut rose to his throat. He dry heaved on his palms, his knees shaking.

Ari’s boot connected with a thud to his ribs, and Ransom rolled over, clutching his side, coughing wetly.

“Big, hard man Hugh…” Ari taunted as he stood over him, giving him another kick. “You’re nothing without your pack of wolves.”

Ransom gurgled in fluid as another blow struck him and he groaned out. "Fuck you."

“You’re a piece of shit,” Ari snarled, “get up.”

Ransom didn't even have the time to do it on his own. Ari's hand fisted his hair and the CIA agent hauled the mob boss to his feet, dragging him to his desk. "Do you see her? She that beautiful face?" He turned Ransom's head so his right cheek pressed into the mahogany and felt surface, his eyes deliberately curved at a framed photo of you on his desk. "Now look at her." Ari nearly flung his phone at his face but stopped short so Ransom could focus.

Despite himself, Ransom glanced at the phone and felt his throat tighten. Dark finger marks littered your neck, a visible bruise to your cheek that he didn’t remember delivering but that must have come when he’d manhandled you somehow. He swallowed thickly as he tried to compose himself.

"It'll only get worse. This is just the first day." Ari pressed down on Ransom's cheekbone, pancaking him into the wood.

Something warm brewed in Ransom’s gut, and guilt tightened his chest. But, then he remembered what you had done. “She fucked my brother…”

“He played her!” Ari yelled. He grabbed the phone and scrolled across, “look,” he let go of Ransom and allowed him to pick the phone up, coughing a little as he inhaled, wincing at the pain in his ribs.

It took a moment but his eyes focused on the small screen in his hands. He read the message, the one Steve had sent you along with the video that he had seen, and swallowed. “This doesn’t prove shit…”

“No, but this does…”

Ari snatched the phone and a second later Steve’s voice drifted from the speaker. Ransom listened to him as he blackmailed you the night you’d been at Raouls, and his stomach turned.

“How did you get that?” He blinked up at Ari.

“I’m in the secret services you dumb fuck.” Ari rolled his eyes, “I tapped her phone the moment she started dating you. Haven’t had any need to listen to any of it until now, however.”

Ransom felt his blood began to simmer, "that's in violation of our agreement, you prick. Does Harlan know?"

“Right know that should be the least of your worries. Harlan is as pissed at you as I am, but stop changing the subject.”

"What the fuck do you want? I get it, okay, I fucked up."

“That’s all you got, I fucked up…”

“She still arranged to meet him!” Ransom yelled, “instead of telling me, she chose to-“

“Yes, to protect you, or so she thought you dumb fuck!”

“I don’t need protection!” Ransom snarled, “I knew as soon as he was released he’d come after me…”

“And he managed to get you, didn’t he? Using the one thing you actually cared about.” Ari flicked his brow up. “Like I said, dumb fuck.”

Ransom looked at Ari and shook his head. “He blames me for Peggy’s death. Thinks I organised the hit.”

That caught Ari unaware. “What? Why?”

“Because I didn’t back his alibi and took the opportunity when it came up to lock him away,” Ransom shrugged, “but it wasn’t me who organised the hit. I didn’t get on with him back then, granted, but I didn’t want him dead.”

Ari pondered for a moment, contemplating something, “you know, if he does think you’re behind Peggy’s death, is all this going to be enough?”

“No,” Ransom scoffed, “he’ll be looking for her, and you left her alone so you could come here…”

“What do you think I am?” Ari scoffed, “she’s not alone, she’s with Kabede.”

“Maybe you’re not as dumb as you look.”

“Kind of ironic, really.” Ari gave a sardonic chuckle, “there’s now three reasons I have not to kill you. You’re actually useful to Y/N alive, even if you don’t wanna be. Because if I shot you, Steve’s firm would run rampage and then Y/N is as good as his.”

Ransom looked at Ari, mulling what he had just said over in his head. Levinson was right, if he was out of the picture it left a power vacuum, and with both firms behind him, Steve would and could take anything or anyone he wanted.

“What’s the other?” He blinked at Ari as the question popped into his head.

“Other what?”

“Reason I’m still alive. You said that was one of three. Harlan is another, so what’s the third?”

“Y/N.” Ari shrugged, “despite everything she’s been through I know if I did kill you, she’d never forgive me. Because she still loves you. Whether she wants to or not.” Ransom took a deep breath, and Ari cleared his throat. “So here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna apologise, grovel to her, make it so she can go into work without fear of what people are gonna say and think.”

Despite multiple faces of the same man looking at him, Ransom slowly breathed in through his nose as he stared. His ribs broken, his jaw dislocated and most definitely his pride secretly wounded. "Anything else?"

“You give her her car and whatever else she wants or needs from this place.”

Ransom swallowed, the thought of you clearing your stuff out of the home you’d found and made together made him feel physically sick. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he tried to quash the thought of how badly he’d fucked things up with you from his mind.  "I'll have the car dropped off in the morning." he replied, his voice quiet, “and then I’ll have Natasha contact her. Y/N can sort coming to the house or whatever with her if that’s what she wants.”

“And then you leave her alone, unless she decides she wants to see you or speak to you.” Ari continued. “And I mean this, Harlan be damned, you lay one finger on her that isn’t wanted again and I will sling you into the Hudson with the rest of the bodies you’ve sunk.”

Ransom nodded, his gut twisting even further at the thought of being without you. Yes, he was still mad as hell, but he understood. He had reacted exactly the way you had feared he would, and in a sick twist of fate, that made your actions justifiable.

He didn’t deserve forgiveness, and he sure as hell didn’t deserve you. This was the least he could do.

“Understood. You have my word, I won’t contact her unless she reaches out to me.”

“Good,” Ari moved over to the upset drinks cart and picked up a bottle of scotch and two crystal tumblers from the floor. Ransom sat up, groaning as Ari unscrewed the top. “Now just one last thing before my fifteen minutes are up.”

"What?" Ransom huffed with a slight wheeze as he took the offered scotch.

Ari turned a chair the right way up and sat down. “What we gonna do about your cunt brother?”

"I'm gonna kill him." Ransom’s voice bore no humor, no remorse. Nothing but pure hate, even in four simple words.

Ari took a sip of his scotch, flexing his bruised knuckles before he looked at Ransom with a smirk. “Was hoping you’d say that."

****

Part 5: I Guess I Like It Like That

[poguestvff]

LIKE A BIG SISTER SHOULD — WHEEZIE CAMERON

in which wheezie cameron finds that blood doesn’t make you family, love and affection does.

taglist | masterlist | 2.5k words | @pogueslandia ,

warning(s): food, she/her pronouns, ward slander, a little sarah slander but that’d include reading between the lines. why’d this make me want to make a series of reader and Wheezie being best friends.

There's always been a heavy feeling of loneliness that rested upon the youngest cameron's shoulders, weighing her down as it seemed to pile over the years. Her siblings were always older, an age gap between them that even if it was shortened by a few years, their worlds would still be two different things. All three of them were in three different stages of life yet somehow it felt like Wheezie wasn't even there at times.

Throughout the entirety of her schooling career so far, everything had somehow been about Rafe and Sarah. Sarah was the perfect one; the paragon who could do no wrong. Even if Sarah tried to disobey, it'd be turned around to be made out as a minute mistake. She'd probably be able to get away with it a second time if she did it a different way. Maybe the same way.

Rafe was quite the opposite. The bastard child who needed a plentiful amount of attention in hopes he can be more like the paragon. With all this attention, his head only grew. It never gave him the space for growth. It minimized the space to stay exactly where he was for years on end.

This left Wheezie to be the ostracized sibling. She wasn't a social butterfly or a poster child like Sarah and she definitely wasn't a loner or the 'damaged goods' child like Rafe. She was just... average. With average grades and an average personality. Just average old Wheezie. She told herself this consistently, watching her father balance his attention between making sure Rafe stayed between the lines he'd drawn for him in a radius such as a dart board and allowing Sarah step out of them, even erasing some of the lines so she could walk on by them without a second thought.

But Wheezie was stuck in that tiny little circle in the middle, the bullseye as if scared to move out of those lines. The one place that was the hardest to pinpoint specifically by her father. But there was one thing Ward Cameron always said correct about his younger daughter. That he wouldn't be able to pin point his little dart of control into the middle of the board because she was misunderstood and misunderstood she was.

Though one person had been able to pick up on every single one of Wheezie's emotions.

Y/n Y/L/N was a pogue who had done tutoring on the side for a little extra money and when John B had recommended Y/n for help with Wheezie's homework, Ward was quick to say okay. He hardly even asked a thing about Y/n, just telling her to help Wheezie pass eighth grade and that was all. It was made very apparent to Y/n that was Wheezie was not as much of a priority to Ward as other things were.

Their first tutoring session, Wheezie was awfully dismissive. She didn't care for any of Y/n's efforts as they sat within the comfort of Wheezie's bedroom. She just wanted the entire hour to be over with the second she'd entered her room but Y/n was insistent, knowing that by the end of the school year she would have something instilled in Wheezie's brain. She just didn't know what that something was yet.

The second time they met, Y/n was more passive aggressive in hopes of breaking down the brick walls Wheezie had stored between her and everyone else in hopes of not disappointing them like the way she thought she'd disappointed her father. Y/n sat her down in her desk chair, swiveling her chair to her as she rested her hands on the younger girls shoulders. "You are going to have a really awkward couple of weeks if you and i don't become friends so no work today. We're playing 20 questions."

That night, Y/n learned a lot about Wheezie Cameron that she never thought she'd learned. Wheezie hated the color purple, she just painted her room that color because Sarah liked that color. Wheezie loved to paint and to draw, it was her favorite activity, she just rarely showed it bevause she hadn't believed in herself. Though, when she showed Y/n the canvas' that were shoved at the back of the closet, Y/n marveled at them. But Y/n's favorite fact, and the same one that almost made her hug Wheezie on the spot, was that she was never taught to swim and Y/n made her a promise that she would teach her.

As the weeks went by, Wheezie waiting anticipatingly for Y/n's beaten down, green ford bronco to pull up on the driveway and she'd leave the house with a giant smile on her face. It’d be early in the morning, a little less than an hour until school started, just like how Wheezie liked. She'd jump in the driver seat, embracing the smell of vanilla from the scented item hanging from the rear view mirror. She’d toss her bag to the back as Y/n would ruffle her hair, just like she had every morning. "And beloved was set in... late 1856!" Wheezie answered excitedly as Y/n drove down the final street towards her school after the two had gotten breakfast together.

"Perfect! You're gonna do so good on your test, Wheeze, I promise." Y/n told her ecstatically as she pulled into a parking space. Just before Wheezie could get out, Y/n held her upper arm just to gain her attention before she got out. "Tell Rose she doesn't have to get you after school. I'll leave school early and you and I are having a girls day. No studying, just me, you and a shit ton of sweets."

Wheezie smiled, she could feel the muscles in her jaw begin to hurt from how wide she had. She tilted her head to the side out of curiosity, eyeing the look of excitement on Y/n's face. "But why?"

Y/n shrugged, adjusting in her seat and fixing her rear view mirror. "Cause, you deserve it. I'm so proud of you, Little W." She told her, looking back towards the girl and seeing her smile slightly drop. "You okay?"

Wheezie couldn't remember a time where she was genuinely told that. Yeah, sure, Ward said it a few times but it'd be in a lousy tone before he'd wave her off, saying he was busy with whatever office work he had to attend to. Sarah may have said it a few times but it was rushed before she'd run after her friends with a quick goodbye to Wheeze, leaving her alone in the sand. It was never sincere. Not in the way Y/n had said it.

She rubbed her hands against her jean clad thighs with a sharp breath before nodding. “Yeah. I've just never really been told that before. Like—Like genuinely." She said, lowly, in hopes Y/n would understand and wouldn't push it.

Y/n had known Wheezie long enough to know her tells and avoiding eye contact was one of the biggest ones. So she didn't indulge further in the conversation, brushing it under the rug but knowing she'd have to go diving back in for that little tidbit later on. Instead she wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug from over the console. "I'll tell you i'm proud of you everyday if i have to." Y/n muttered before kissing the top of her head. "Now go, if you're late to first period, your dad will kill me." And Wheezie was able to leave the car with a smile on her face, already looking forward to the day planned later on.

Y/n was overall consistent, it was one thing Wheezie enjoyed knowing that when she made promises she tried to keep them as best as she could. Sometimes things slipped her mind but Wheezie could recognize that Y/n didn't forget a thing when it came to Wheezie. Like she made sure to engrave bits and pieces of her into her mind like a data chart. But it showed she cared and that was enough for Wheezie.

Y/n cared enough that when she entered her car after school, the smell of her favorite cinnabon's filled the car that made her look in the backseat, seeing a picnic basket. There wasn't a chance, right? You could only get them on the mainland. She turned her body swiftly towards the elder girl who sat with a smirk on her face. "You didn't?"

"I did. Second I left fourth period, got on a ferry just for you to have those overly sweet treats." Y/n said, tapping her nose with a 'boop'! "And I almost got stuck on the mainland because of it so you better enjoy the hell out of them."

"I will, I promise." Wheezie said dramatically as Y/n smiled, pulling out of the parking space to head down to the beach. Wheezie had said she didn't have a bathing suit, not prepared for the outing, though Y/n already said she had ransacked her room for clothes for after. Y/n was the only person allowed in Wheezie Cameron's room without Wheezie being there and the elder girl took pride in it.

As Y/n set up their small area for the few hours, she noticed Wheezie standing just where the water and the sand met. She kicked around the water with clear disinterest causing Y/n to huff, hands on her hips, before tossing off her hoodie to get in. The splash she'd made by pushing herself into the water made Wheezie jump, a laugh falling from the two's lips. "Come on." Y/n said, standing and holding her hands out to Wheezie.

"Y/n/n, I can't swim."

"Y/n/n I can't swim, well, obvi, i know that, little W. But, you have your amazing best friend to keep you afloat. I won't let you go, i swear." Y/n said, holding up her pinky.

"Swear?"

"On my life." She reassured with a trusting smile before Wheezie walked further in. When the water had gotten to her above her waist, it'd freaked her out a bit though Y/n talked her through it, coaxing her further in slowly. Wheezie was kept above the water as Y/n held her hands as the buoyancy was used to their advantage. "See, not as bad as you thought?"

Wheezie shook her head though still nervous. "Not as bad, not my thing though."

"Why don't we try actually swimming? I won't force you if you don't want to and we can get back to shore right now but maybe just try?" She asked as Wheezie had to think about it for a moment. She almost felt guilty, remembing just a few months ago when Sarah had asked her if she could teach her but she refused. Though maybe, just maybe, it was because of Y/n being a bit more trust worthy that Wheezie said yes this time.

It took a while, Wheezie was frightened by letting go even as Y/n would say she was okay. Wheezie would tighten her grip on her shoulders before trying again and again until she eventually got it. She finally was able to keep herself above the water without flailing, recognizing that she was okay. Y/n cheered as she watched, not caring for the stares of others around them. "See, dude? You just have to start applying yourself! You did it!"

"I did it!" Wheezie said as Y/n hugged her, the two laughing before Wheezie screamed making Y/n's laughter die fast. "Something touched me!"

"Wheeze, it was seaweed." Y/n said softly before turning and letting her place her hands on her shoulders. "Yeah let's get you out of here before a jellyfish gets you."

Wheezie widened her eyes. "Jellyfish?"

As the sun had began to set and people had packed up their things and left, Y/n and Wheezie stayed. Wheezie was on her fourth doughy treat, even though Y/n told her to slow down two treats ago. Towels were wrapped around each of their shoulders as they watched the pretty colors fade in to one another, a mixture of pink, blue and orange array of colors combining to make a cotton candy sky. Wheezie watched as Y/n got up, accepting a phone call from Ward, the only phone call she hadn't silenced since they'd left the car.

In the time she'd left, Wheezie took advantage of it to recognize how appreciative she was of all that Y/n was doing for her. She came in as a tutor and, to Wheezie, was to stay as a friend. As family. Wheezie was more then ecstatic to have someone who would be there to rant and rave about the other Cameron's, someone she could trust with her secrets and the contents of her always running brain. Someone who was just there.

"Hey, your father would like us back in thirty so we should leave in ten." She said coming back and sitting beside Wheezie as she caught sight of her face, the lack of the smile that was there previously concerning her. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing, really. Just... I really enjoyed today, Y/n. It really lets me know you're not just here for like... like the money or something."

Y/n let out a scoff. "Are you kidding? I enjoy nothing more than watching you freak out over the existence of jellyfish." She joked as Wheezie pushed her to the side with a laugh. Y/n recovered, letting out a content sigh as she tossed an arm over Wheezie's shoulders. "You're stuck with me now, Wheezes. Can't wait to record you falling at your next soccer game."

Wheezie couldn't help the laugh that slipped past her lips, leaning into Y/n's embrace as her head rested against her clavicle. "And I'll be looking for you in the stands, Y/n/n."

Y/n and Wheezie had both found out something about the other that night. Wheezie found that she didn't want to be like Sarah and she was glad she wasn't like Rafe. She was content with her own little circle on the dart board but maybe she could take a bit after her newest role model. And Y/n found that she was able to instill several things into the youngers mind including To Kill a Mockingbird, Inca Civilizations, and that she now had a true and present big sister to look up to.

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: gun violence, hospitals, blood

A/N: besties, i-...just read the warnings (slight spoiler: the angst will be resolved)

Masterlist

Chapter 21

“How exciting is this! Last day of kindergarten today and then your seventh birthday party tomorrow!” you exclaimed, “My baby is growing up way too fast.”

You squeezed Jo tightly.

“Okay, I’m going to drop Jo off and then I’ll pick up the cake from the bakery, go grocery shopping, and get the decorations,” Spencer kissed you as he held up Jo’s backpack for her to slip her arms into.

“Don’t forget Mrs. Flynn’s gift. She had to put up with 20 rowdy kids for a whole year, the least we can do is give her some cookies and a gift card to Target,” you said.

“Got it,” Jo patted her backpack.

“Goodbye, my loves,” you gave both of them one last kiss before they exited the front door and you finished getting ready for work.

-

At the end of the day, Jo came marching out of the elementary school in the usual class line. You and Spencer came running up to her.

“There’s my big kindergarten graduate,” you bent down to hug her with Spencer following suit.

“I got a diploma,” she beamed, holding up the piece of paper with her name on it.

Josephine Y/L/N-Reid

Her officially updated birth certificate name.

“We need to frame this and put it up right next to Daddy’s PhDs,” you smiled.

“I think this occasion calls for a milkshake,” Spencer lifted up Jo.

“It most certainly does...and fries,” you agreed.

-

You had a row of picnic tables at the park all decorated with balloons, streamers, and dinosaur tablecloths. You and Spencer woke up extra early to make sure everything was ready for the time of the party.

You both had been repeatedly taking trips back and forth home to bring everything to the park that you needed. Jo’s friends from her class would be there as well as the BAU.

As people started to arrive, you handed out party hats to everyone. Derek attempted to sneak past you.

“Ah ah ah,” you held your arm out to stop him, “No hat, no entry.”

“Even Hotch is wearing one,” you pointed to Hotch sitting at a table with Jack, wearing a bright pink party hat.

“Fine. Gimme the green one,” Derek sighed.

Jo and her friends were having a blast. You ordered enough pizza to fill everyone up completely but luckily, the kids ran it off playing tag on the playground.

“Okay, cake everyone!” Spencer shouted to gather everyone around the central table as he began to light the candles.

Jo took the end seat with the biggest grin on her face and you stood behind her. Derek and Penelope had their phones out to record and take pictures.

Spencer picked the cake up and took a deep inhale, signaling that he was about to start singing, “Happy Birth-”

BANG. You didn’t even know what was happening. You quickly pulled Jo behind you, shielding her from whatever made that loud noise.

Then, you felt something warm seeping down your front. You looked down to see your white shirt quickly darkening into red.

Spencer dropped the cake on the ground, running over to you, “Y/N!”

You fell to the ground just as he caught you. You could hear the muffled sounds of screams, kids crying, and people running away.

“Hey, eyes on me! Eyes on me, okay? You’re gonna be just fine,” Spencer was grappling at your torso to find where all the blood was coming from.

“Where’s Jo?” you panickedly asked.

“Penelope has her. Hotch called an ambulance, it’s on its way, baby. Just stay with me,” he pleaded.

“Spence, it hurts too much. I’m sorry,” you cried.

“No, Y/N, please. Jo needs you. I need you. I can’t do this without you,” he sobbed.

“You’re the best dad ever, Spence. I currently have a mug being shipped to the house that says so,” you feebly attempted to laugh, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Spencer whispered as the ambulance pulled up with its sirens wailing.

As you were being loaded into the stretcher, you caught a glimpse of Jo crying into Penelope’s shoulder.

“Spence, stay with Jo,” you whispered.

“What? No. I’m coming with you,” he said.

“She’s really scared, Spence.”

“Y/N, this is not up for debate. You were just shot. I’m not leaving you. Penelope will bring her to the hospital waiting room,” Spencer insisted, getting into the ambulance.

Everything went dark after that.

-

Spencer was nervously bouncing his leg up and down, blankly staring at the hospital floor. Everything around him was a monotonous hum.

“Reid...Reid...Reid!” Derek snapped him out of his trance, shaking his shoulder.

“Penelope is outside with Jo now and she’ll bring her in in a second but we need to get you cleaned up first,” Derek said, guiding Spencer to the bathroom.

Spencer looked down at his clothes. Whatever emotional state Jo was in right now would definitely not be eased by seeing her Daddy covered in Mommy’s blood. Derek helped wipe all the blood off Spencer and then handed him a spare pair of sweats from his go bag.

“W-What happened?” was the first thing that Spencer said as they returned to the waiting room and Derek texted Penelope that it was all clear.

“Hotch and Rossi are at the scene trying to figure that out now. We think the unsub was actually aiming for Jo but Y/N blocked the bullet,” Derek stated.

“Oh god,” Spencer put his face in his palms until he heard a familiar crying growing louder.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Jo wailed.

Penelope was also teary-eyed but Spencer could tell she was trying her best to hold it together for Jo’s sake. She transferred Jo into Spencer’s arms. Spencer tucked the little girl into his chest.

“Is Mommy okay?” she sobbed.

Spencer looked up at Derek and Penelope before looking back down at his daughter, “I don’t know, baby, but the doctors are taking real good care of her.”

Jo continued to cry into Spencer's chest for about a half an hour until she lost all of her energy and fell asleep. Spencer looked down at his daughter’s puffy red eyes. How could he possibly give her any more bad news on her birthday? You had to be okay. You were supposed to be the perfect little family. This was supposed to be his happy ending.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” a surgeon called out.

“Right here,” Spencer spoke softly and slowly stood in order to not wake Jo up.

Derek and Penelope stood right beside him.

“Ms. Y/L/N suffered a bullet wound to the gut. However, the surgery went well and she is expected to make a full recovery,” the surgeon announced.

“Oh thank god,” Spencer let out a huge exhale that he didn’t even know he was holding.

“She has lost a lot of blood so she’s not awake yet but you are welcome to wait with her if you would like. She should be up within the hour,” the surgeon informed Spencer.

Spencer nodded his head emphatically.

“Garcia and I are going to head back to the BAU to confer with the rest of the team. Text us with any updates,” Derek patted Spencer on his back.

“Right this way,” the surgeon guided Spencer to a room down the hall.

There you laid in a hospital bed, still managing to look beautiful after nearly dying and a multiple hour surgery.

He took the seat beside you, still cradling Jo in his arms.

About 20 minutes later, Spencer’s eyes snapped up to meet yours after he heard a little movement coming from the bed.

You opened your mouth slightly to speak but Spencer beat you to it.

“Marry me.”

“Am I alive?” you closed your eyes again, blinking really hard, and then opening them to still see the same scene in front of you.

“Yes, Y/N, you are luckily very much alive and I don’t want to spend another second not being married to the love of my life. I stupidly let you go once and I am not going to let that happen ever again. You and Jo are my whole entire life, there's nothing more I could possibly want. So, I am asking you…”

Spencer grabbed your hand and slipped the ring off your index finger, then he knelt with Jo still asleep in his arms, clinging to his neck, “...if you will do me the greatest honor of spending the rest of our lives together. Y/N, will you marry me?

“Yes,” you cried as he slipped the ring back on to your index finger.

“I promise I’ll get you another ring as soon as we’re out of here,” Spencer said.

“Shut up and kiss me, Spence,” you cupped his cheeks, pulling him towards you until your lips connected.

“Mommy?” you heard a meek voice ask from between you both.

“Hi baby. I’m so sorry I scared you like that,” you said.

Jo untangled herself from Spencer and wrapped her arms around your neck.

“It’s okay, Mommy, as long as you are okay.”

A/N: i got multiple crying headaches while writing and editing this chapter

[nanagoswife]

Noticing You, Noticing Me

Chapter Six

Summary: Reader and Obi-Wan begin the writing of the letters. Throughout the passing months, there's significant moments that neither of them forget...

W/C: 3.3k

Warnings: angst, mention of passed away parent

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The first letter from Obi-Wan came in two days after he had left. At the time, you were walking with Anakin as he was in between meetings. He may have been the one who’d prefer managing the troops, but he could more than hold his own when it came to politics.

Anakin gave you a teasing smirk as the messenger handed you the letter. “Is it from your boyfriend?” he said while playfully nudging his shoulder into yours.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t keep yourself from smiling.

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my… friend.”

Your brother looked at you disbelievingly. “I don’t think you can call someone just a ‘friend’ when you two nearly kissed. Twice.”

Shock filled you. Your eyes widened as you whipped your head to look at him.

“Oh yes. Did you really think Varlo would keep that a secret? Or Padmé?”

Embarrassment filled you. You weren’t surprised about Padmé. Her and Anakin were a couple. What confused you was Varlo telling Anakin about the night at the ball. He seemed like he didn’t care, so you thought he would keep quiet.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” you stammered.

It caused Anakin to laugh. “It’s fine, sis. I’m happy for you. Prince Kenobi is a good man. Besides, mom and dad seem to even like him.”

You felt your embarrassment change to happiness. “Really?”

“Really,” he said with a soft smile. “I’ll let you get to reading. I’m due for an appointment with Sir Fisto.”

The two of you said your goodbyes before you made your way to the gardens. You once thought that your spot on the bench under your favourite tree was special before, but not like now. Now it was where you and Obi-Wan had spent most of your time together. It was where he held your hand as he comforted you.

When you sat down, you wasted no time. As you read the first words, you smiled.

-

My darling,

I hope that your world at home has felt just that little bit brighter since those days as it has for me. Commander Cody has noticed a change in me, and I am proud to say I know why.

Despite this, I miss you as every second passes. As I promised, I will find a way to visit you again. The moment I know of a day, I will write you immediately to tell you. Who knows? Maybe I’ll know when I’ll be able to see you next in the next few weeks.

Anyways, my dear, I hope you are well and I wait in anticipation to see your first letter. The thought of hearing your thoughts again excites me. Especially if you have any stories from your villages left. I would be more than delighted to hear about the little younglings that vie for your attention.

May this find you well and that you haven’t forgotten me in these days. It would be truly heartbreaking if it were so.

Yours,

Obi-Wan Kenobi

-

You couldn’t get to your room fast enough. It was the only place that you could think of that had a quill and ink and, most of all, privacy. Elation filled you with each quick step you took.

The letter may not have been long, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he missed you just as you missed him. Not only that, but he wants to hear more stories. Perhaps you’ll send him a few. Or would that be too much?

In the end, it didn’t matter. If you knew him, he wouldn’t mind. He’d probably say he’d rather more than less.

So, you took your quill in hand for your reply. Starting off, after saying that you missed him as well and that you felt the same, about his remark about children being ‘younglings’. It was the most adorable thing in the world to you. You only wished that he had called them that when he was still here.

-

And that’s how it began. The two of you wrote each other every day. His letters would always arrive early in the day, and you would write a response just as quickly. This went on for five months.

Some were simply just the two of you conversing back and forth. Others… Well, others were most purely love letters. They were always mainly from Obi-Wan’s end. His way with words was a lot more elegant than yours. Yet he would always let you know that your insecurities were unfounded.

It was always sweet when he made sure that you weren’t being stupid or that you were doing something wrong. Most of all, he helped you through a new transition.

As the days went on, more and more people started paying attention to you. After all of these years, people were finally seeing the work you did for your kingdom. Hardly anyone was using you as a gateway to your brothers. They were truly coming to you!

When you had told Obi-Wan, he was so proud of you. He said how much you deserved the recognition. You had asked if it was his doing but he swore it wasn’t. He may have told a few people about you but he didn’t push them to learn more about what you do.

Padmé, other than Obi-Wan of course, was your biggest supporter. She would rave about how popular you were getting.

Yes, you may be getting popular. Some would say even more than your brothers. Though, a small part of you wished that you could go back to the way it was before. You wanted to go back to the days that only Obi-Wan noticed you.

You had confided in him one day about it. He had written in response: My darling, I understand how you feel. Unfortunately things like this will change. I do apologize if it were due to me, but just think. Maybe this will benefit you in the future. Just think, if you needed assistance in aiding a village or town, you have people who know what you do that would want to help. I hope that you realize how good this could be later on just as I do. If not, then there may be a way to get it closer to how it used to be. Either way, my dear, I hope this makes you feel better.

In truth, it had made you feel better. It made you look at the true benefits your newfound popularity had. Not only that, but it didn’t affect your life as much as you had thought at first. It was just new.

Now, one thing that happened a few times were days that you missed him. Those days it took over your thoughts to the point where you hardly left your room. It usually lasted for a few days and Obi-Wan was always there to talk you through it.

There was one string of days where both of you were in the same slump. Those were some of the deepest conversations you had ever had with each other. Whether it was saying how much the two of you cared for the other, or if you were telling each other about your darkest thoughts.

Obi-Wan had sent this one specific detail that had you simultaneously wishing you were with him and at least glad that he felt he could also confide in you. It was: Sometimes I think of my mother during days like this. I think of how I wish she were still here, to hear her say how happy she is that I found you. I do really believe that she would’ve loved you. And it’s days like this that I miss her the most. It’s days like this where I miss you. Days that I long for your gentle touch against my cheek. Wishing that I could hold you in my arms as we finally have the kiss that never happened. Honestly, darling, I exceedingly wish to be with you during these days and I wish I have found the time to come to you. But this time will still unfortunately have to wait to my dismay.

Forever yours,

Obi

Despite how strongly you agreed with Obi-Wan in that letter, you couldn’t help but feel a warm, bubbly sensation in his signature. You had started calling him Obi in your letters fairly early on. Other than that, him saying forever yours was something he had only recently started saying at the time. It made you smile each and every time.

For him to address himself by your nickname, though, made your heart flutter.

When you had written back, you consoled him when it came to his mother. From what you have told me, she sounds like an amazing woman. I would’ve loved her right back if we had the privilege to meet. As for being in your arms, I also deeply wish to be back there. Each ghosting touch and the feel of your hand in mine makes me yearn to feel it again. I yearn to fully feel the press of your lips to mine rather than a light graze or pressed against my knuckles. I will look forward to the day we meet again.

Your darling,

Y/N

Of those days, they weren’t the deepest of them all, but they were up there. After that, the dark spell of days was shared only ever briefly. Mainly switching between the both of you, each comforting the other as the longing to see the other grew with each passing day.

One day, he had written something that had you puzzled, yet feeling excited. The line was: We will see each other sooner than you know, my dear.

“Varlo, may I ask you something?”

He gave you a mischievous smirk, “I think that just was one.”

You rolled your eyes. “Do you know if anyone is scheduled to visit in the next week?”

Varlo looked off in the distance as he thought. “Other than the people that now only want to talk to you, no. Not that I know of. Why?”

“No reason,” you said, looking back down at the letter. Could he have possibly found a time where he could come back? It would make sense as he didn’t truly tell you that. He probably wanted to make sure he actually could before telling you.

Either way, you wrote your normal reply. Adding in details about how this amazing festival in Naboo was happening in a few days. It was called the Festival of Light and it was something you had always attended. Whether it was because Padmé wanted you there or if you went on your own, it didn’t matter. Other than Anakin, you were usually the only one in your family to go.

You wished that Obi-Wan could see it. It was such a beautiful festival. Your favourite part was the first night where lanterns would be released in the sky. They all floated until they looked like stars themselves, lifting everyone’s dreams in hopes that they will be met.

It was wonderful. What a sight it was to see all of those lanterns become stars. You always had thought that Padmé’s father was a genius to start this tradition. The tradition was well received the minute it was introduced. Although it started before you were born, you had known it all your life. You attended it all your life. Now you wish you could attend it with the one you wished to be with all your life.

That would just have to wait.

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“I thought you were supposed to be meeting with General Yoda?” you asked Anakin who had his arm linked with Padmé’s. She giggled as Anakin pretended to ponder what you said.

“I was supposed to. A more important matter came up though,” he said with a playful tone. His smirk was a mischievous one as he caught a glance at your friend.

Confusion filled you. What could be more important than a meeting with the high general? With the way he looked at Padmé, though, you assumed that may be the reason. Everyone knew he would drop everything for her.

Anakin looked over at you and you must not have been hiding your confusion as well as you thought you were. To the best of his ability, he nudged his elbow into your arm.

“What? Can I not just spend time with my little sis and my beautiful wife-to-be?”

You rolled your eyes as Padmé spoke, “You mean even more time than you do already?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. It was true. He was almost always with one of you or Varlo. If you tried to separate Anakin from the ones he loved, or at least tolerated, he would have a fit. He craved attention and companionship and you didn’t blame him. It was something that you never knew you needed until you met Obi-Wan.

“Ok, one question you can’t try and dodge, where are we going?”

“Well, you see, sis, that is another question I will dodge. You know why?” You shook your head. He leaned closer whispering, “It doesn’t matter.”

You groaned, slapping your hand against your forehead causing your friend to break into a fit of laughter. All you wanted to know was what he had planned. There had to be something if he no longer was meeting with General Yoda. No one just stood up the man either. Yoda may be a wise and calm man, but he could easily take you down any day. Whether that be physically or verbally.

“Why do you so badly want to know anyways?” Anakin asked. This time sounding genuinely interested.

“No one just reschedules with General Yoda. Especially not you so I’m curious as to the change of plans that involves both Padmé and I.”

Anakin actually seemed shocked by what you said. Almost as if he actually hadn’t thought of an answer to a statement like that. So, he was silent for a few moments. That was, before he finally came up with, “You’ll see.”

Now you were more confused than ever. Was he setting up something with Varlo? Was this all going to be a trick? It wouldn’t be the first and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. Or maybe it was a new person that wanted to meet you.

Thanks to Obi-Wan’s words, you had grown used to constant meetings with people who wanted to ask you about what you do. There were some who asked what was going on between you and Obi-Wan, but those questions usually didn’t last.

You knew there were rumours that people thought the two of you were an item, which was true, but some were disconcerting. Some had thought that he was taking advantage of you for power gain. Others had painted your family in a dark light, saying that they were using you as a way to gain more allies rather than caring about you.

Thankfully, those rumours were rather rare to come across. Plus, Obi-Wan had always told you how they didn’t matter. The two of you found each other, and chose each other on your own. Not because of any outside influence or any ulterior motives.

Your thoughts were racing, unable to settle on one possible answer to what Anakin had planned. You would’ve said Padmé hadn’t known either, if it weren’t for her ultimate calmness. If she were as confused as you, she wouldn’t be as composed or… excited as she seemed to be.

Those racing thoughts were put on hold as your journey led you to the gardens. The sights never failed to put your mind at ease. Now was no exception.

Usually you would come here to read Obi-Wan’s letters. It was free of crowds, leaving you in privacy as you looked over the beautiful handwriting. For a time, you had even kept a satchel that held all of his letters in the garden. That didn’t last long as one day Varlo found them.

In his usual annoying ways, you had to fight to get them back. He teased you, positioning them out of reach until he was done with his entertainment. It was something he did often, lately. Teasing you or playing jokes that would often go too far. A small part of you wondered if it were because he was slowly taking up the role you once held. You hated to see that people no longer seemed interested in Varlo’s political accomplishments. Yet, he didn’t need to take it out on you.

So, the letters had found a different place. A place where Varlo couldn’t find them and hide them and a place that should’ve seemed like a no brainer from the start. Your bedroom.

Even so, the garden was where you would read them. Sometimes you would even write your letters on that bench under the tree.

As the three of you walked through, you listened to the conversation your brother and friend were having. They really were a cute couple, no matter how much you teased them. Listening to them talk only proved this.

The closer you got to the tree, the more you saw excitement grow in both of them even as they seemed to be normally conversing. Now you knew something was up. What kind of plan could Anakin come up with that got them so excited, but never tell you? You thought you were used to being a third wheel before, but this was amplified.

You let it go. It’s not like this was the first time something similar has happened. With that being said, you took a slight lead ahead of the two. A small part of you was hoping that, as soon as you got to the tree bench, you could stay there. That way you could feel close to Obi-Wan although you weren’t.

Continuing on your path, you noticed that Anakin and Padmé were drawing further and further back. Were you walking that quickly, or did they slow down without you realizing. With all of that considered, you just shrugged and kept going. If they wanted to catch up they would tell you.

There was one last corner to turn before you would finally be able to seek some peace.

When you turned the corner, you froze. Were you seeing right? Was this even possible? You turned to look at the other two, but they weren’t there. Was this what they were so excited about? It had to be. Why else would they now have up and disappeared right as you arrive here.

Obi-Wan stood from the bench, facing you with a smile that you could tell he was trying to contain. He still looked just as handsome as the day he had left. The outfit he was wearing was similar to the one he wore at the ball, but much more toned down and casual. Well, casual for royalty anyways.

Tears were building as you smiled bigger than you ever thought you could.

“Obi!” you exclaimed as you could no longer hold back. You ran to him, crashing into his outstretched arms. The feeling of them coming around your back and pulling you in close was enough to make you start sobbing.

“Hello there, darling,” he whispered into your hair. Gently he rubbed your back as he slowly swayed from side to side, refusing to let you go. Even if he did, you wouldn’t.

As you buried your face into his chest you smelled the hint of cinnamon that was mixed with just him.

“I missed you,” you mutter into his chest.

“I missed you too. With all of my being,” he said, making your heart flutter. There were days you never thought you would hear his beautiful voice ever again. You no longer had to worry about that. He was here, holding you as tightly as you were him.

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A Distracting Kiss

Request from the kind @pixie1484 : “Hey there.I would love if you could write a medical fanfic where Henry is sick and needs to take injections but is really scared and is a big baby when it comes to needles..Thanks a bunch💕”. I really hope you enjoy you, thank you for being so patient with me, sorry it took a while. 

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Today was the day Henry would be getting his injections. He had texted you and begged you to come along with him, he was beyond nervous and it made you giggle. You couldn't understand how your best friend, the strongest, biggest, bravest person you knew, a man who performs dangerous stunts and fight sequences, was so afraid of a few injections. You kind of loved that he was nervous, not in a horrible way but it meant you could be there for him in a way no one else could. You and Henry hadn't known each other that long, you met him in the set of the Witcher where you worked and had hit it off immediately. Your friendship was very flirty and to those who didn't know you, well they would've guessed you were a couple. You remember attending the wrap party for the witcher and Henry had been attached to you, constantly holding your hand, or placing his hand on your waist, even pulling you to sit on his lap when he had had a few drinks. You didn't mind the dynamic of your relationship, but there was this unspoken tension between you, one in which drew you together, you were in love with him but never knew he felt the same.

You arrived at Henry's house and let yourself in with a spare key he had given you. You closed the door behind you as Kal ran up to you, you knelt down and pet him on the head, your fingers massaging behind his ears.

"Where's your daddy, big guy?" you said, making Kal pant happily at you.

"Henry?" you called out, placing your keys down on a table near Henry's door. You heard him grunt from the living room so walked there, Kal following closely behind you. You were met with Henry pacing back and forth, his index finger and thumb pulling at his bottom lip. You walked up to him and wrapped your small hand around his, making him stop pulling his lip.

"Hi." you said, moving his hand which was now in yours away from him.

"Hey" he grunted. He got like this when he was nervous, moody and brooding.

"Hen. Calm down it's going to be fine" you said, walking to sit on his sofa, you had some time before you needed to drive him to his appointment. Kal jumped up on the sofa, sprawling himself out across your lap, pouting up at his dad nervously.

"Henry Cavill, please sit down. Cmon your making Kal nervous" you said sternly, making him look down at Kal and pout.

"I'm sorry buddy" he said, stroking his head.

"Come here" you said, moving your legs further apart and gesturing for him to sit on the floor in between your legs. He did as he was told, his back facing you. Your hands rested against his shoulder, gently massaging them to try relieve some of the stress. You could feel Henry's shoulders drop as soon as you started massaging them, you could sense that he had calmed down just a little bit.

"Now listen to me okay? You're going to be fine, I'll be there the whole time, you can hold my hand if you want.

"Hmm. It's going to hurt isn't it?" he said, looking at you over his shoulder, he groaned when you loosened a particularly hard knot in his shoulder.

"It feels like barely a scratch" you said trying to reassure him. You could tell it hadn't worked because his lip was being chewed by his teeth.

"Henry you're going to bruise yourself" you said referring to his incessant chewing.

"Hmm" he said not listening to you, you leant forward over his shoulder, and did the first thing that came to your mind, which in this case was to place a kiss against his cheek, very close to his mouth. He stopped chewing his lip instantly, making you smile triumphantly. You stood up, offering him your hand which he took and you helped pull him up, his hands came to rest on your hips almost instinctively, yours resting on his shoulders.

"You'll be fine" you repeated, making him nod, although it was half-hearted. He pulled you against him, wrapping himself around you in a hug. You loved this vulnerable side of Henry and loved that he rarely showed it to many people, naming you feel special. One of your hands moved to the back of his, playing with the hairs there to try soothe him.

"We gotta go" you said, making the both of you pull away. You grabbed his hand, leading him to the door, you picked up your keys. You left Henry by the door, sorting out Kal as he was too preoccupied to do so. You looked down at Kal and spoke to him.

"We'll be back soon okay? Be good, you've got water and food and the back door is open slightly so you can do your business. We won't be long" you said, stroking his head, he soon huffed and walked away making you chuckle, he really didn't care that you were leaving. You looked back at Henry who was staring at his feet, his bottom lip back in between his teeth. Your small hand resting against his face, pulling him from his thoughts as you looked up at him, sympathy written across your face.

"Ready?" you said, your hand dropping to grasp his. He nodded and you opened the door, closing it and leading Henry to your car. You drove to the appointment, telling Henry to take a seat whilst you spoke to the receptionist. You were called in shortly after and Henry was told to sit down on the examination table.

"He's really nervous huh?" the doctor said to you, making you nod. This was Henry's doctor so he knew him well but he had never seen him this nervous before and he commented on it to you.

"It's just going to feel like a little scratch" the nurse said, making Henry nod, she began to prepare the injections and you stood next to Henry, him immediately grasping your hand.

"Why is the needle so long?" he said, you could feel him beginning to shake.

"It's okay, it's okay. Y’know I wouldn't let you do anything that would seriously hurt you, right?" you said, making him nod as the nurse came back over, she began to find his vein on his arm and he looked at you, you had never seen him look so worried.

"I'm going to administer the injection now okay? You'll feel a short scratch and that's it" the nurse said, Henry didn't reply so she didn't start yet. Henry was just looking at you and he was shaking so much, an idea came to mind so you nodded at the nurse. The needle was placed against his arm and as she was about to inject it, your fingers grasped his chin and you pushed your lips gently against his. He moved his lips against yours, completely forgetting about the injection.

"There's the first one done." the nurse said, placing some cotton wool on his arm and smirking at you. Henry looked between you and the nurse, dumbfounded, he didn't feel a thing, probably too distracted by your lips against his.

The whole time the doctor was preparing another injection, Henry's manager who had organised this had also informed them that he needed an anti-sickness injection as he was going to be doing a lot of travelling.

"So we've also been informed you need an anti-sickness injection, now this injection requires me and the nurse here. It has to be administered through the glutes, it will hurt a tiny bit more than the one in your arm and you will feel a numbness for a few hours after" the doctor said calmly, you could tell Henry was still a bit nervous but you think the kiss that happened was distracting him enough so he didn't get too worked up.

"Due us both needed to help, you can't be by his side unfortunately, you can take a seat here" the said kindly to you making you smile.

"That's fine" you smiled back, going to move away from Henry, who didn't let you and squeezed your hand harder.

"I'm just going to be sitting right here" you said, the chair was placed a tiny bit further away from him but he'd still be able to see you. He nodded and let you go. The doctor instructed him to lie down on the bed and pull his trousers down which he did and he then began inserting the injection. Henry's face pinched up slightly and you could tell he was uncomfortable, he wasn't in pain however which was good.

You tried to make him more comfortable by making a joke "Nice bum" you joked, making him chuckle (and the doctor and nurse too).

"There we go, all done" the doctor said, finishing up the injection.

"Now as I said, your glutes will feel a little bit numb for a while and may feel achy tomorrow but that feeling should go away in a day or 2. Same goes for your arm. If you have any problems like bruising or bleeding, come and see me" he said as Henry got ready, sitting up from the table.

"Thanks doc" Henry said, back to his usual self, shaking his hand.

"Thank you." you said, shaking his hand too.

"Might need your help to calm a few other patients." he said, making you laugh.

You drove Henry home, opening the door for him and smirking at him as you both walked inside.

"What?" he said, laughing to himself at how ridiculous he was behaving.

"Nothing" you shrugged, still laughing to yourself. You walked to the kitchen pulling out two glasses and filling them with water, walking back to his living room and sitting next to him on the sofa, passing him a glass.

He raised his eyebrows at you as he took a sip.

"Never known you to be such a big baby" you teased, nudging his shoulder.

"Hey that's mean" he said, pouting.

"I'm only joking. I like vulnerable Henry" you said smiling at him.

"Don't get used to it" he said, smiling and taking a sip from his water, leaning forward to place his drink down. He groaned as he did so.

"Man, my butt really aches" he said, making you check out his butt.

"Did you just check out my butt?" he said, making you giggle.

"It's a nice butt" you shrugged, not caring that you were being so open.

"Thank you and thanks for everything you did today. Nice trick by the way" he said and you presumed he was talking about the kiss.

"Anytime" you said, jokingly winking at him.

"Might have to take you up on the offer" he said, leaning in slightly.

"More than welcome to" you said, leaning in slightly too. Henry pushed forward a tiny bit more, pressing his lips against you lightly. His bottom lips felt slightly chapped, probably from how much he had been chewing it, but you didn't mind, his lips felt good against yours. It was just a sweet kiss but it was nice. Henry pulled away, pulling you into a hug, your head resting against his chest.

"You should know you're special to me yn. Not many people get to see me the way you saw me today" he said seriously.

"You mean to tell me that you don't act like a big baby to everyone" you said, making him laugh sarcastically.

"I'm serious though." he said, looking down at you.

"I know" you said, smiling sweetly up at him "I appreciate you being like that with me" you said, leaning up to place another sweet kiss against his lips.

All you knew in that moment was, you and Henry hadn't defined what you are, but you knew you were something to him, after all many people get to so the vulnerable Henry, or his nice butt for a matter of fact.

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Little Miracle

It had been two years. Two long and frustrating years. When Harry and Y/N first started talking about trying to get pregnant, it was exciting. They had been married for about three years at that point and Harry had finally started to slow down in his career a bit to focus a little more attention on his wife with the prospect of starting a family. But things hadn’t gone to plan. They didn’t expect to get pregnant on the first try. Maybe not even the second. But by month three, they started to get discouraged. Maybe their timing was off. Y/N’s period was irregular, after all, and their ideal of ‘letting it happen when it happens’ was starting to become easier said than done. So, Y/N started taking ovulation tests.

She took a text every single day for a week, and all of the tests came back negative. Not a big deal, there’s only three days of ovulation in a month. She continued to take them. The third week, nothing. Maybe her ovulation days were spread out further apart since her period was so irregular? By week five, Y/N began to worry, but she hadn’t lost hope, yet. She visited her OB/GYN who encouraged her to keep trying, try to stress less, and eat healthier. So she did. She started exercising, changing her diet, taking more vitamins, even starting couples yoga with Harry, doing everything within her power to live a better lifestyle. Nothing worked.

With every negative ovulation and pregnancy test they got, Y/N spirits dwindled. Harry began picking up more work, doing anything he could to distract himself from the ranges of emotions that were running through him. Of course, he wanted to have a baby with Y/N. She was the love of his life and to be able to bring a piece of both of them in this world would be the biggest blessing he could have imagined. But seeing the pain and heartache in Y/N’s eyes each day after another negative test felt like a stab in his chest.

He tried to do little things to take her mind off of it. Spontaneous dates, trips to the spa, exotic getaways, concerts, you name it. But when they got home at the end of the day, passing by the empty room they had always talked about one day making into a nursery, he saw the flicker of hope in her eyes die. It was even harder whenever tabloids speculated her pregnancy or friends and family asked when they would have a baby. They always played it off, simply saying ‘it’ll happen when it’s supposed to happen’, but the rage he felt whenever someone brought it up was something awful. It took everything in him not to lunge at the person joking about it. If only they knew, maybe they wouldn’t be so insensitive.

After a year and a half of trying, they decided to bite the bullet and meet with a fertility specialist to see what was going on. Harry had just finished a tour and they thought now was the perfect time to get serious again. Dozens of tests were done between bloodwork, urine screenings, semen samples, and finally an ultrasound. That’s when they were given the news. Y/N had a pretty severe case of PCOS. It was the cause of her irregular periods and the reason why it had been so difficult for her to conceive naturally.

The doctor had sat them down in a room to discuss what this meant. According to him, the chances of Y/N ever conceiving naturally, without medical intervention, were slim to none. And even though there were several medical and procedural routes they could go, the chances of a baby sticking, though not impossible, did not look to be in their favor. The look on Y/N’s face was enough to kill.

After the doctor laid out all of their options, he gave them some space to digest, and as soon as he left the room, Y/N collapsed into Harry’s arms. They had given up hope. What was the point in trying? Why go through all the pain and discomfort of medications and procedures for the high probability that it’d end in miscarriage? When they got home, they began discussing their options. There was always surrogacy and adoption. But the more they talked about it, the more frustrated Y/N got. She tossed all of her unused ovulation and pregnancy tests in a drawer under her bathroom sink and slammed it shut.

“Maybe we can get a second opinion about your PCOS,” Harry suggested, following her into their bedroom.

Y/N shook her head, shrugging her shoulders, and curling up on her bed, tired from all of the crying, “Maybe the universe is telling us we shouldn’t be parents. Maybe it’s just not time yet.”

Harry pouted, curling up with her, “Love, we’re going to have a baby. It may not have your eyes or my dimples, but we’ll have a family someday.”

Months had passed and Y/N continued to take her ovulation tests out of the habit of taking them every day for nearly two years, and every day they would still come up negative. It was Father’s Day, and after a long day celebrating with Y/N’s dad, the couple came home and got ready for bed. Y/N opened a drawer to her bathroom sink to get some floss and to take her daily ovulation test, setting it on the vanity counter before finishing her business, and as she washed her hands, she noticed the faintest extra line imaginable.

Laughing, she threw it in the trash, almost certain that it was either a false positive or a trick of the light. Still, with over four hundred negative ovulation tests under her belt, it was a bit strange. She didn’t mention anything to Harry, afraid he would think she was crazy. The number of times she had convinced herself she was pregnant because of a ‘feeling’ was starting to become ridiculous. But, what’s the harm in trying? Harry looked especially hot today with his hair extra floppy and the perfect amount of stubble on his chin. All it took was her dropping her dressing gown to get him in the mood.

But when the next day rolled around and her ovulation test was negative, she figured the previous night was just a dud. Typical. She had completely forgotten about it, her mind distracted by the fact that Harry had to leave for a few weeks to work on a new album, meeting with producers and mixers, songwriters, and masters in LA. Y/N stayed in their London home, spending time with his family and meeting up with friends.

The day Harry was supposed to return, she decided to get all dolled up for him. It had been a while since she had gone all out, and she wanted to surprise him. First thing’s first, she needed a shower. She stripped out of her clothes, tossing them in the hamper, and decided to use the bathroom real quick before she got in. The sink drawer was slightly ajar and she saw the outline of the unused pregnancy tests she never got the chance to take. She frowned, pulling it out of the drawer, all of the lost hopes and dreams fluttering away with this one pregnancy test. She should get rid of them. She sat on the toilet in thought for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. What’s one more test, for old time sake?

She held the test under her stream for a few seconds and shook it dry before tossing it to the ground, barely out of sight, knowing that the test would be negative like it always was. Besides, she had no symptoms of being pregnant. She felt fine. So, she finished her business and washed her hands. But just as she was about to get in the shower, she happened to look down and saw it. It was faint. Very faint. But it was there. Two blue lines.

Fully naked and one foot wet, she rushed over and grabbed it off the floor, pulling it to her face and holding it up to the light to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. But no matter how she turned it, she couldn’t unsee the two lines.

“Nope. It’s just a false positive,” she told herself before tossing it on the counter and getting in the shower.

But she could barely focus. Her mind kept wandering back to the test. Was it possible? She remembered the ovulation test she had taken on Father’s Day. Maybe she had ovulated. Maybe she was pregnant. No. Not possible. But….maybe?

It was a good thing she drank so much water that morning because when she got out of the shower, she had to pee again. This time, she made sure to get a cup to pee in, wanting to try multiple tests, just in case. She dipped three into the cup and set them on the counter, leaving to get dressed before returning. She took a deep breath, trying not to get her hopes up, before looking down. And her heart began to race. All three, barely visible, had two lines. Were they too faint? Did that mean she wasn’t pregnant?

So, to be sure, she took out the big guns. An electric pregnancy test. She needed to see the words. It wouldn’t be clear until she got a definitive answer. Pregnant or Not Pregnant. So she dipped it in and saw the little hourglass blink, and watched as the bar got closer and closer to completion. It took a moment to register, but when she saw it, an audible gasp escaped her as she clapped her hands over her mouth and stepped back.

Pregnant

“Oh my god!” she cried, tears rolling down her face in streams.

She picked it up, put it down, and picked it back up again to make sure she was reading it right. Pregnant.

Y/N had always imagined telling Harry in a cute, fun way. Putting a bun in the oven, or with a game of Pictionary. Maybe even a little onesie. But all of that went out the window. He was going to be home any minute and there was no way she could keep this to herself long enough to figure out how to tell them. It was something they had been waiting on for two years. She wouldn’t wait another second.

She gathered all of the tests she had taken, capped them so nothing could be exposed to the pee, and took them down to the dining room table, scattering them around and staring at them. Her leg shook, anxious for her husband’s arrival, and she bit her fingernails, still in shock that this was even happening. The beeping of the motion sensor went off, signaling that the front door had been opened and Harry’s voice rang through the house.

“Y/N?! I’m home! Where are you?!”

She tried to shout, but she couldn’t find her voice. The butterflies flapped around in her stomach like crazy and she felt like she could vomit from the nerves. It only took seconds for him to find her, though. He wore sweats and his hair looked almost greasy from his long flight home, a smile had stretched across his face at the sight of her. But it quickly turned into confusion when he neared.

“What’s this?” he asked, looking at the objects scattering the table as he got closer.

He picked one up to examine and upon seeing what it was, his eyes widened, gasping, “What? No way?” he put the test that he had been holding down and quickly grabbed another one, and another, and another, repeating, “Is that a line? Y/N, is that a line?” before finally grabbing hold of the electric test that read ‘Pregnant’. He gripped it tight, finally looking up at his wife, tears rimming his eyes, “You’re pregnant? We’re going to be parents?”

Y/N grinned, her eyes beginning to water, and nodded, “We’re going to be parents.”

Harry lost it, unable to control his emotions anymore. Two years of pent up sadness had blown out of him and he bawled, collapsing into Y/N’s arms and squeezing her tightly, blubbering, “I’m going to be a dad.”

They waited a while before telling anyone, terrified of their fertility doctor’s prediction that their baby would most likely not stick. But after three months of regular appointment and growth checkups, all of which looked great, they felt comfortable enough to tell their immediate family and very close friends, all of whom were beyond thrilled for the couple.

It was easy to hide her pregnancy for a while. She had no symptoms, she hardly showed, and it was at a time where Y/N and Harry hardly left their house anyway, so most people hadn’t suspected anything. They had managed to get halfway through the pregnancy without any leaks, and finally, at their twenty-week checkup, they would be finding out whether they were having a boy or girl.

They were especially nervous because, although they had been tossing names in the air for months now and had a boy’s name picked out almost right away, they hadn’t been able to agree on a girl name quite yet, and Y/N was almost certain they were having a girl, though Harry had been adamant that it was a boy.

“I don’t care, either way. I just want to know what kind of laugh they’ll have,” Harry said as the ultrasound technician moved the wand around his wife’s belly, taking measurements of all of the baby’s extremities and organs. “Like, will it have that cute high-pitched baby laugh? Or will it have one of those laughs that sounds like demonic possession, you know? I just want to be prepared for what I might hear in the middle of the night.”

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes, “I hope they have a demonic laugh. Imagine how much more fun Halloween would be? And everyone would be too creeped out by their laughing to want to stay too long. Imagine all of the awkward or boring situations we could get out of because of it.”

Harry’s eyebrows raised, “Well, when you put it like that…”

The nurse giggled at their conversation and turned to face them, “Okay, are we ready to find out the gender?”

“Yes,” they grinned, squeezing each other’s hands tighter.

“Alright, let’s see if baby’s cooperating,” sang the technician, sliding the wand down further and pressing it harder into her skin. They saw their baby’s legs moving around wildly as she tried to get a better look in between their legs, digging the wand in harder. And that’s when they saw it. They shared a look with each other, mouths agape, as the nurse smiled, “It’s a boy.”

Y/N laughed, turning to face her husband, expecting him to start gloating. But she saw the reflection of light hit the water that started to collect at his lash line and a single tear rolled down his cheek, his chin quivering and sniffling as he quickly wiped it away.

“We’re having a boy,” he choked, catching his breath and pressing his lips to her forehead, his hand squeezing hers even harder now. The nurse grinned at his display of emotion as Harry whispered into her ear, “Paxton Robin Styles.”

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