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gasolinerainbowpuddles · 5 months

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ezra + bath oil + titties

You absolute menace ily hahaha. Initially I was just going to do a short lil drabble that was a continuation of our disgusting musings about this man, but then I said why not make this into an entire feature in honor of @swiftiscruff's Friendship Exchange? You know, give our boy Ezra some real time to shine, and all in the name of celebrating friendships formed over that little verbose slut?

So, here is my Ezra oil shower titty fic dedicated to the lovely Kelli in celebration of the Friendship Exchange.

𝗔𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗶𝗻 𝗬𝗼𝘂

PAIRING(s): Ezra x fem!reader RATING: explicit material | 18+ WORD COUNT: 3k CONTENT: AU where Cee doesn't exist sorry lmao, established relationship, titty fixation, edible/food safe bathing oils, Ezra comes with his own warning, egalitarian assplay, cumplay, fabric washcloth used as gripping agent

Your nose for the most part had become blind to Ezra’s signature, tangy musk that edged into a ripe stench on hotter days. Even though you’d settled into the outskirts of a modest trading town and begun taking on the doldrums of keeping house, Ezra hadn’t fallen from his habit of going a little too long in between bath days. In times past he would go unshowered due to lack of amenities – the worlds you’d traveled and harvested from had hardly offered much in the way of hygienic routine – but now there was no such obstacle. He could bathe any time he wished and take as long as he pleased. You had your own home together now, one you were building upon each and every day, but the transient, unpredictable life that had become so ingrained into him was hard to shake. The notion of permanence was fleeting no matter how many days passed under your roof.

You, on the other hand, had become part fish since putting down roots here. There was a bathtub and a separate shower, and you craved the warm pool of water to soak in after a long day. Ezra liked to give you grief for wasting such a precious resource as water even though this planet was abundant in it. And yet, his admonishing never kept him from slipping into the wash room to ogle your bare form in the bath. You just wish every now and then he’d partake himself.

“The suns in all their unwavering glory has me feeling wrung of every bit of moisture,” he huffs as he fills a glass with something to wet his tongue and flood his scratchy, dry throat. “It’s good fortune that we needn’t adorn ourselves in protective suits here. I can only imagine the sort of foul fog that would cling to me then.”

You’re well aware of the second sun’s habit of becoming unbearable in these few weeks that your now home planet rotates closer to it. Your skin is sticky and wet with exertion, but at least all the growth pods you and Ezra have worked so tirelessly to establish are flourishing. They needed as much extra attention as any human on this planet did during these hotter spells. Soon enough you will forget all about the vehement heat when you and Ezra take your yields to the market during The Great Exchange and come home with lighter wagons and heavier pockets.

You accept the glass from Ezra and drink down whatever he’d poured. The cool creep of it down your throat already feels one step closer to equilibrium. “I guess we should wash up before we get the entire house dirty,” you reason.

“Hm, I suppose we should.”

You trod upstairs to the bathroom and bite back a scream when you see Ezra procure one entirely too small washcloth from the cabinet.

“You’re only washing at the sink?” you ask in what you pray isn’t a too panicked timbre.

“You don’t think the sink is robust enough to address my filth?”

You scrunch your nose, and that’s all the answer he needs. He chuckles a little and sets the singular washcloth aside. It already has smudges of who knows what just from him handling it.

“Tell me what you propose, my Little Gem.” He has an easy smile and those dangerous, glittery eyes fixed onto you.

“I mean, if you’re too tired I could, you know, I wouldn’t mind getting you washed up.” You shrug as though it’s enough to offset your way too eager proposition.

“You believe my own efforts are inferior?” he teases. “My Little Gem needs to take matters into her own hands and not rely on the fates?”

“Well, you’re always talking about wasting water. Wouldn’t it be saving water if we showered together?”

He cocks an eyebrow. “You would forgo your hallowed soak just to bathe with me, Little Gem?”

“I’m way too gross to just get into a bath. It’d just be sitting in a pool of my own funk. This level of gross calls for a full on shower, I think.”

“And you’ll tend to me in there?” he purrs as he steps closer to you and curves his hands over your hips. The pungent tang of his body makes your nose scrunch again.

“Much to tend to, it seems,” he remarks in response to your overt repulsion.

You need to take Ezra up on his noncommittal commitment of getting into the shower with you before he changes his mind. You quickly concoct a plan to hold his attention and agreeability in the small shower. You grab the soaking oil you drizzle into your baths on especially achy days and prop it on the shower ledge. You start peeling off grimy, damp layers of clothing and nod to Ezra, who begins doing the same.

You cross the room to where you stow your accessories and extras and grab a few items to pin your hair back. The last thing you need is something getting in the way of you giving him a thorough scrub down. Ezra saunters after you like a cat on the prowl, eyes roaming greedily up and down. Before he can derail the entire enterprise, you slink into the shower and start the water.

The initially cool spray is a contrary sensation to the heat emanating from your skin, but it quickly warms to a soothing slip. The stall darkens as he steps inside, broad shoulders blocking out the light struggling to filter in through the expanse of him. His frame was a thickened amalgamation of corded musculature padded in the softened flesh of a satiating supper every evening. The work here kept him lean for the most part, but you much preferred this iteration of him – all brawn and lithe but with the markers of an untroubled life.

“It seems all displeasure with my hygiene is forgotten once I’m naked as the day I was born,” he murmurs low and self-satisfied.

You roll your eyes but know he’s correct. A lover as competent and enthusiastic as Ezra meant overlooking other personal drawbacks wasn’t too difficult. “I’m sizing up my work,” you protest.

“And what do you make of its sizing?” he purrs with a gentle roll of his hips against you.

You knew this was where things would go almost immediately, and yet you still had the nerve to be caught off guard. “Ezra,” you grit out. You guide him under the stream and tell him to stay put while you grab the stack of washcloths you’ll need.

Upon your return you note the ashen brown water falling from him and circling the drain. “I must admit–” he says through the water rushing over him. Your eyes catch the flex of his biceps as he raises his arms up to work the water through his hair and scalp. “–There is something quite divine about the ritual. All sins washed away. A clean slate. A pure soul ready to be defiled once again. Isn’t that right, Little Gem?”

“What?” you mumble absentmindedly, too preoccupied on ogling the trail of water snaking down his torso and into the thicket of brown coarse hairs below his waist.

He only grins with a devious slant to his mouth and pulls you under the spray with him. His hands wander across your body in a lazy exploration. The only thing keeping you from abandoning your task altogether and just letting him take you right there in the shower is the persistent odor still clinging to him, now taking on a damp quality that only heightens the earthy grub and grit components within.

“Take a seat on the ledge, Ezra.”

He gropes the curve of your ass and presses a few kisses to the column of your neck before complying. “I’m at your disposal.” He spreads his arms open, inviting the work and focus of your hands on him.

You avoid looking at his half hard cock bobbing gently with every movement and soap up the first cloth. You try to avoid the snare of his gaze as you begin scrubbing his face, but he catches you with it as you lather through his beard. The corner of his mouth pulls up, an instant reassurance that he knows exactly the effect he has on you.

His face is a brighter, pinker vision once you rinse it, and it solidifies your resolve to scrub every inch of this man while he’s indulging your whim. His hands roam up and down your legs as you scratch and scour his hair. The fragrance of the soap combined with the purged dirt fills the space. You move to your hands and knees and start scrubbing from toe to knee then thigh to groin. He surprisingly doesn’t make too much of a fuss, which is good considering it takes three separate washcloths to get that section entirely cleaned.

“Surely I’ve indulged your caretaking long enough to have earned a different kind of corporeal attention?” He leans forward and noses at your neck and earlobe, and your body shivers despite the warm rush of water trailing down your back.

“Grab that bottle to your left,” you order as you start scrubbing down his torso. Your breath catches when your wrist bumps into his fully hardened, weeping cock, and you catch the curve of a smirk playing on his mouth. He holds up the unlabeled bottle and gives it a questioning shake.

“An aphrodisiac?” His eyebrow cocks in devilish curiosity.

“Bath oil,” you snort. “You can, um, put some on me while I’m working on you. You know, just so it has time to soak in before I wash up, too. If you don’t mind.”

His eyes narrow and pull the edge of his mouth upward. He sees right through you, just like he always does. “Here I was thinking my purest Little Gem wouldn’t resort to such lowly deceit and bribery.” He pops the cap of the bath oil open and drizzles a moderate amount into his hand before setting the bottle aside again. He’s clearly amused with the ruse you’ve concocted, but unfettered exploration of your body is apparently a bribe he’s willing to accept.

“Resume your venture to free me from all the remnants of my labors,” he obliges.

“You know, you could just say ‘keep scrubbing me because I know I still smell’, Ez.”

He grins and raises his hands until they hover above your chest, little trickling lines of oil falling onto the slope of your breasts and dripping down slowly. You push your tongue against the back of your teeth to keep yourself grounded. If Ezra decided to start toying with you, you didn’t stand a chance at resisting his efforts.

You slather his arms from wrist to shoulder and work your way to his torso. Meanwhile he grazes a slick finger against your nipples in a ghost of a touch that has you subconsciously chasing his hand. You finish underneath each of his armpits, and, just when he’s behaved himself long enough to catch you off guard, he flicks one of your nipples hard with the edge of a fingernail. A shaky gasp of sharp pleasure flies from your throat quickly followed by a second one when he does it to the other side.

“See to my hindparts, won’t you?” he solicits with a deceptively innocent expression.

You clench your teeth together and take a step forward so you can reach over his shoulders and wash his back. He dips his head and takes as much of your breast into his mouth as he can and suctions with as much strength as he can exert. You yelp and attempt to release the clutch of his mouth from your sensitive bud, but he only sucks harder with a satisfied groan. His arms circle around each of your legs and cause you to lose your footing, which he uses as a distraction to switch sides.

Little pinpricks of purple have cropped up in a bloom of red from where he already sucked, and the force of his pull now promises no different for the other side. He loved to do this to you – get you off kilter, overstimulated, and seeking out more, often all at once. Your breaths come out whiny as he latches and pulls on your nipples and tissue.

“Ez,” you gasp. “I’m–I have to–to finish.”

He grips the flesh of your ass and pulls one cheek aside so that he can deftly push a thick fingertip into your puckering rim. It glides in with no resistance, and you almost think the oil wasn’t even necessary with how much you ached for him to fill you there. He pulls away just enough to disorient you with his intoxicating diction.

“Perhaps before our wash is complete, you’ll be beseeching me just to feel the breadth of me cleaving you apart,” he husks. “Nearly weeping for me to bury my cock in this hole just as you did only two nights ago.”

“It feels good,” you mewl weakly.

He hums low and gravelly in agreement as he resumes his ministrations on your breasts. The tip of his finger plunges shallow, a slow in and out, and you know it’s just to tease you for what you won’t get until you are begging him for it. You think that he must revel in the sway he has over you when he so fervently succumbs to you. There’s something so raw and vulnerable in the way he cannot deny his devotion and attachment to you, and so he must have some part of you in the same way as to not feel entirely powerless.

You’re panting despite exerting very little energy at the moment. “I-I really need to finish washing you u—”

He pops off with a loud smack and abruptly stands. He crowds you against the corner and props a foot up on the ledge, caging you in with his cock right at your eye level. Your hands rush with a washcloth and soap, now more greedy to feel him than cleanse him. You lather his entire groin area and resist the urge to lick up the beads of precum dribbling from his ruddy tip. Your eyes keep traveling up to meet his where he watches down on you with an almost omnipotent, divine consideration.

The last washcloth falls to the shower floor, and Ezra slowly walks backward into the water to rinse himself. It’s probably just a trick of the mind, but you swear he appears less hazy than usual with all the grime cleared from him. Your mouth is slack as you watch from your hands and knees on the shower floor, impossibly cramped into the corner of the small space. He smiles down at you. You know how much he loves seeing you on your knees in front of him.

Without a word, he moves the shower head to the side so that it pelts against the tile instead of spraying down on you both before turning around and hitching his other leg up on the ledge. He braces himself on the wall and the wobbly metal and glass door on the other side.

“Reap the benefits of your work, Little Gem,” he says over his shoulder.

You frantically douse your hand with a generous dab of the bath oil and walk on your knees until your mouth is flush against the cleft of his ass. A strangled whimper ekes out of him as you reach a hand between his legs and stroke his neglected cock with the slippery pull of the oil. You entrench your face into him until your flicking tongue delves into his asshole. You massage and prod into it, eyes rolling back when you feel how it clenches in delight at your motions.

Ezra turns again to face you now with what can only be described as a wild, hungry look in his eye. He takes the neatly stacked pile of used washcloths and tosses them onto the floor. You have no time to question his motives because he’s grabbing the bottle of oil and squeezing globs of it onto your breasts, barely returning the bottle to its place on the shelf before he’s massaging them and awkwardly shoving his cock between them and rutting against their pillowy, fleshy tightness.

“Shit,” he hisses. “That ass. That asshole of yours. These tits.” He sounds pained just trying to speak. His face screws up as he fucks between them, moaning appreciatively when you use your hands to press them closer together for him to fuck.

“You like my tits?” you ask a little breathlessly.

He makes a noise of great effort, eyes pinching shut at your goading question. He frees his cock and takes the flat of his hand to slap against your peaked buds. You cry out in pleasure at the sharp, blissful sting. “Bet I could make you come for me just like this. Couldn’t I, Little Gem?” he grits.

“Y-Yes,” you moan.

He makes some unhinged noise and slaps against your breasts in quick succession, barking out an order for you to touch yourself, and teeth glinting in the light with a manic grin as you climax. He starts fisting his length over your face, breaths coming fast and heavy.

“Open wide now,” he pants as he tugs his cock faster. The tip of it knocks against your lip, and you open wider with your tongue jutting flat and spread out for him to cover.

“Just like that Little Gem,” he rasps. “Hold it open and drink me.”

A few short strokes is all it takes before he’s moaning and erupting all over your face and mouth, the hot, thick bands of his spend sticking to your skin wherever they land. He doesn’t stop jerking himself until every last drop is spent. When he’s finally done, he smears his softening cock against your face, collecting his cum in sloppy swipes.

“Now look who is soiled, Little Gem,” he hums. “Clean up the mess you’ve made.” He watches you with half-lidded eyes and a heaving chest. “Wouldn’t want to leave things filthy, would you?”

You oblige and take him into your mouth, sucking and licking until every trace of his spend has been swallowed.

#PPCUGiftExchange2024 #ezra prospect #ezra x reader #pedro pascal characters

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bahbah-bee · 1 year

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Snatched (Yandere!Harpy!Taehyung x Reader x Yandere!Harpy!Yoongi) - Part 1

Warnings: Dark, Dystopian, Innuendos, Discrimination, Rape (Discussion), Kidnapping, Misogyny, Descriptive Medicine, Unsettling Topics, eventual noncon (not this part). You have been warned.

Word Count: 8,200 Words

Summary: There were two important things to remember in this world: That harpies were stronger than humans and that helping others always came at a cost. You never seemed to understand that. Even when your clients warned you to run, you helped regardless. Even when your boss acted strange, you assisted him as needed. It isn't until you're in too deep that it occurs to you... you may be the next one snatched. (Polyamorous Taehyung + Jimin)

Inspired by Remember to be Gentle's Harpy Universe

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Note: Yoongi is a very soft yandere in this compared to Taehyung. There is a lot of plot buildup, but once you get past that it gets super dark, so be prepared! This was originally supposed to be one part, but ended up being so long I had to split it into two. The second part will probably be uploaded within a few weeks.

Very little noise filled the city, and a chill ran through passerby’s as the temperature dropped. Rats scuttled along corners and dirt was kicked up by shoes. The sky was dark and twinkling stars could barely be seen along the horizon. The outskirts were usually abandoned by the Harpy folk, as it tended to be the dirtier and more crowded part of the city. However, it was more quiet and pleasant in the afternoon, with the 9:00 pm curfew taking place. You didn’t mind the curfew. It made things easier for you. You were less likely to be spotted this way.

“Hey (Y/N).” You turned your head. Little whisps of hair swished against the side of your neck, as you peered around. “This way through the back door. Quick!” A hushed whisper could be heard through a side door in the alley. A strand of ruby red hair was all you saw before the individual popped back inside. It wasn’t proper for individuals to be caught out this late, and anyone could easily lose their caste status.

Running through the side door, you scraped your muddy boots against the door mat, before quietly shutting the door. Not a moment could be wasted. All noise quieted for a moment, as around twenty heads swiveled to see who had entered the home. Once it was determined you weren't a threat, the chatter went back to a normal level. Though I guess dangerous business, couldn't be considered normal "chatter".

"Did you bring the medicine?" A voice asked expectantly from the corner. It was the girl who had let you in, maybe ten years of age at most. She was sat in a corner, with tattered clothes and bags around her eyes. Her fierce red locks had darkened around the edges due to soot. It was unclear the last time she had slept or even taken a bath. Her family clearly had not been given a higher status.

You nodded.

"Yeah, I did. Is she upstairs?" The girls petite fingers wrapped around your hand as she nodded and led you along. Callouses created a roughness to her palms that created friction between your hands. It was discouraged for young girls to be working at her age, but in the families of lower class, it was a necessary option to survive. It was understandable that callouses would occur, but it didn't make the grimace upon your face lesson any more. You were grateful your own family had not yet had to resort to your siblings working, but it didn't make you any less fearful of the day eventually occurring. You were grateful to Yoongi for that at least. You wouldn’t have to worry about them, with him watching over you.

As you ascended the stairs of the small home, you noticed small bits of your surrounding. It was very rare for humans to own property. Costs were always rising for housing, and those who could buy homes, often settled for the affordable minimalist settings. The walls were scraped up from wear and tear and you observed of an old family. You had no idea who they were, but that was not uncommon. These meetings always occurred that way; Always at a different location, run by different folk. You're ragtag group of people considered themselves a "rebellion”, though you rarely thought of yourself that way. You weren't interested in changing society or burning it to the ground, you just wanted to survive and not be in pain anymore. Most of the people around you felt the same way.

You could hear crying from around the corner. A woman in her mid twenties was on a cot in a room to your left. She had fiery red hair similar to that of the young girl and it was clear by the bags under her eyes and the similarly styled clothing that they were related. You quickly knelt before the young woman, and rustled through your satchel to find the bag of pills. Situations like this were always difficult for you. Pouring two little blue pills into your hand, you handed them over to the fragile woman gently. She tried to put on a smile in thanks, but it seemed to more into a grimace as the pills slid down her throat. You didn't need her gratitude, just the assumption that she'd be safe in the future.

After you both took a few more deep breaths, you explained what would happen.

"Those will make sure that nothing that occurred today will be permanent, I can assure you." You patted the hand held in yours. "Since you are within a 24 hour window of the incident, there is no chance you will be pregnant. I have other pills you should take from here on out, in case the same Harpy comes for you again." You paused. Stray tears streamed down her cheeks, and you shut your eyes to try to focus your thoughts. “For now, just take a lot of deep breaths. You’re gonna get through this. There are so many people that need you right now; Including your sister, right at your side." You slowly relinquished your hold on her hand, as her sister came to settle into her side on the cot. It creaked with old age, but it was clear the sisters weren't going anywhere tonight. Not with how distraught the older sibling was. You rose from the side of the bed, as there was nothing else you could do. As they settled into the sheets and the younger one sang to the older one, you took that as your clue to leave.

You slowly shut the door and took a few deep breaths as your back laid against the old wood. Resting your head against the door, you knew the two ladies were too wrapped up in comforting each other to hear anything outside. You had to hold yourself together for the meeting. Regardless of how, your eyes seemed to dampen around the edges for the young siblings. Humans could be just as dangerous if they sensed hesitancy. The ladies father, a man by the name of Robert, approached you from the corner of your eye. You had met the man only once, but had a feeling of what he was gonna say.

"So is he gonna come after her again? I can't have another Harpy taking my daughter. Not like they did my son." His arms wrapped around himself in a show of fear. A minute later, the clenching of the doorframe said enough of his current mental state. Robert lost his twenty two year old son a few years ago to a female Harpy. She had met him at a concert and decided his kind nature was a perfect reason to snatch him for herself. That's what it was always called. Being snatched. Harpies commonly looked for mates among humans, as they were the only other species that could perfectly breed for harpy children. They commonly enjoyed how much weaker humans were. It allowed for more control. Your parents had always warned you of your kindness. They said that you would be just like him. Just like those that were snatched.

"I can't guarantee she won't." You gave the man a sad side eye and a grimace that didn't help to ease his worries. "Harpies don't do one-night-stands or temporary relationships. If a harpy was who came after your daughter, then he'll be looking for her very soon. The higher ups would recommend that you maintain some distance and prepare for when he comes. That when he comes again, you converse in a civil manner and try to negotiate visiting times with her. But honestly," You leaned closer to the man. "If it were my daughter, I would fight to keep them away from her. Even if it meant I'd never see her again." A shrug was all you could muster, as you tried to seem calm about the whole thing. Of course it rattled you up, just like everyone else. You couldn’t show that though.

"It is your decision going forward though. But whatever you or your daughter do... do not let the harpy know of the drugs. Cause then she really will be trapped." And they will hunt you down for providing them to her. Finishing your conversation, you turned and left for your second priority of the night. This wasn't the first time you'd had a conversation like that, and you doubted it would be the last. Your kindness could only last for so long, before you could feel yourself burn out.

The commotion downstairs got louder and the noise seemed to drag more and more of the individuals spread out to the common room. The house that could've held maximum twenty people, now seemed to hold fifty, as everyone important in the small human neighborhood got together for a little meeting. These meeting's were monthly, mostly to check-in on individuals in the neighborhood and see how many people were still in the community. However, it also had a underlying goal of creating new ideas to stop the snatchings from occurring.

Crawling down the stairs slowly, you tried not to gain attention. You were just a nurse in charge of treating individuals; It wasn't your business to get mixed into politics. But apparently, that wasn’t how this night was gonna go.

"(Y/N)! I’m so glad you could come! We could really use your insight!" You sighed as you noticed two very familiar heads near the middle of the bickering crowd. It smelled of sweat and salt, and you grimaced at the bodies you passed. In the middle of the pack, you found two old friends of yours. Jisoo and Jennie. They both smiled before clapping you on the back.

"We were wondering where you were at. Though I guess duty comes first before dealing with us common folk.” There was a chuckle among the two of them. “They are about to start discussing better barricades on our doors.” Jisoo smiled at this and looked to the front of the room, where multiple men were standing. They were all handsome and young, though they all had a stern impression upon their faces. It made them look ten years older than they actually were. One of them stood out from the crowd a bit more than the others. As their eyes spread over the crowd, the smile on their face seemed to widen a bit more upon recognition of Jisoo.

"Calm down everyone! We've finally finished taking role, and I can gladly say that outside of one incidence that has occurred" Jennie made sad eye contact with you. "No one has been snatched in our community this past month." Everyone cheered at that, and you couldn't help a small smile coming to your face as well. “Now this doesn't mean we can't work hard and try be more safe at night.” A silence fell upon the crowd as they listened on in respect. “so on that note, we're meeting here to discuss better protect-" A weird sensation was felt against your right side. There was a shaking from your satchel.

Your pager had started vibrating. Oh goodness, not now! The tiny messaging box read "Human in labor. Dreary Avenue. STAT" This wasn't just something you could ignore, not if you wanted to lose your job. You cursed out loud gaining some attention from those nearby. Baekhyun, the man that had been speaking at the front, tilted his head in confusion, before understanding lit up his face at the pager you waved from the crowd. You mouthed a "I'm sorry" before you slipped out the backdoor.

The so-called "rebellion" didn't pay the bills in your home and unless you wanted your higher caste status revoked, you needed to prioritize your job. Even if it meant wanting to strangle Yoongi sometimes for his piss-poor planning.

You slipped the scrubs over your head, as you hazardously changed. There was no time to waste, as the mother to-be could be heard wailing from the other room. Exiting quickly, you ran over to where Yoongi was, in his long pristine white coat. Only two to three people could be in the room during labor, since Harpies tended to take up a lot of space, but as a human with no wingspan to have, you were able to easily slip passed him and assess the situation.

"Thank god you are here (Y/N), as I'm preparing the anesthetic, talk to the mother and see where she is at right now. " He made direct eye contact with you. "Please try to calm her down, she won't dilate as much if she's very tensed up."

You nodded and approached the sobbing women. The moment you entered her bedside, she clung to your arm with strength not commonly seen in a human. Her hands wrapped around your arms, and she left red marks upon the skin as she clawed at you in desperation. She had no wings upon her back and her smaller stature told you that she was not of the Harpy variety. This meant it was a Harpy-Human Pregnancy.

"Oh god, it hurts so much" She wailed " I-I can't, it's too much-"

"You CAN! Don't give up yet." You yelled out, as you grabbed hold of both of her hands and held them in your own. She sobbed harder. "You just need to hold on a little longer. I'm going to check how dilated you are right now, is that alright?” Her olive eyes locked on yours. Direct eye contact was pertinent with the patients, especially in a situation where they didn't feel safe.

"Yes, just please help me end this". She cried more as her grip on your hands loosened.

"I will do my best ma'am."

You passed shoulders with Yoongi as he went to go administer the local anaesthetic, and you went to go measure her cervix. She was only dilated seven centimeters, which wasn't good considering harpy infants required mothers to be twelve centimeters dilated, unlike human infants which required ten centimeters. You made eye contact and shook your head at yoongi to signal that she wasn't quite ready yet. He looked disappointed, but the look of determination on his face never disappeared.

This wasn't an easy job, but it was one that you had done numerous times. You and Dr. Min were a phenomenal duo. He was the doctor that handled all the harpy side of things, and you were the human nurse that assisted with the pregnant mothers. Human mothers with harpy children were more comfortable around a human provider, and harpies were willing to do whatever it took to make their spouses comfortable with their pregnancies. It also tended to be the only time that mated human were allowed in public, since human providers couldn't fly up to the nests.

You had been working under Yoongi for about two years now. As a doctor, he allowed you to work under him and practice medicine like you had dreamed about since you were a little girl. You were his private nurse, and worked with no other doctors. Your career was not common among humans, as harpy's were usually more educated and humans were not allowed to have specialized careers.

The world was dangerous for a little human. You couldn't ever remember a time when harpy's were not in charge and you had always grown up among the caste system. There was an order to everything and those who defied it usually disappeared. First class humans were those mated to harpy's. Second class humans were those deemed important by the government and not easily replaceable (AKA your status). Finally, third class humans were common individuals working a normal nine to five job. Third class humans always had to expect the worst. They barely paid enough to live and we’re always in danger of being snatched. Those of the second class, while not paid much more, had the opportunity to live their lives without worry of being snatched. The only way to mate a second class human, was to make an appeal to the government. However, the chances of that were rare and commonly Harpy's were impatient creatures that focused on the lower castes first, as to save themselves the trouble.

The lady in front of you yells out once again in pain, and you snapped out of your mind wandering. Contractions were a nightmare for pregnant mothers to deal with and it was your job to help soothe them.

"Ma'am can you take another deep breath for me?" You heard an audible gasp above you. "Okay, now hold that for seven seconds. One, two, three..." You helped her with her breathing excercises and as you went to check her progress again, you breathed a sigh of relief.

"She's ready Dr. Min!" He looked over at you as if in thankfulness and proceeded to whisper quietly to the lady. Yoongi and you switched positions, as this was the moment a human nurse was most needed for comfort with the mother, as compared to the medical side of things.

The way he jumped into action said enough about his experience. His broad shoulders and the way he looked at the mother, told her enough that his presence was the one dominating the room, and that this operation was gonna be a success. You trusted Yoongi to see this through.

After a long agonizing wait, a babies cry soothed everyone in that room.

You were happy that things had once again succeeded. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if they hadn’t. In that moment all you could feel was glee for a job well done, but Yoongi felt something different.

As Yoongi looked over to you, with sweat streaking across your forehead, and a smile on your face, he couldn't imagine a more wonderful person to have next to him in that moment.

You really were a phenomenal duo.

From a young age, you had heard about the possibility of being taken as a mate. Your parents were always worried about the “what ifs” in the world. They wanted to be ahead of anything that could occur in their lives. In control. So, the first time you heard about an arrangement with a harpy suitor, you were seventeen. It was merely brought into casual conversation and your parents saw it as "well if it's eventually going to happen, why don't we choose the young bird."

Those conversations always annoyed you. Whereas other families were scared of their children being whisked away in the middle of the night, your parents saw it as an opportunity. As long as they could control where you went and still had access in your life, it didn't matter if you spent the rest of your life being a wife and mother to harpy children. Or at least that's the way they saw it. The idea was to keep your head down and smile pretty. But you always wanted more than that. You wanted to do something with your life and be a unique individual that changed everyone for the better.

But you quickly learned that was not the fate for humans. As you graduated from high school and moved forward, you found it difficult to find jobs. Instead of encouraging you, your advisors recommended mate matching as a new and “joyous opportunity”. Almost as if that was your only opportunity for happiness. It hurt a lot to be diminished that way. You knew you were better than that, someone just had to see it.

This was when Yoongi stepped into your life.

He became your... mentor.

Your first interaction had been at a local cafe, whose business was barely hanging on by a thread. A young gentlemen harpy had been choking and you performed CPR just like you had seen in your books. Both hands compressing on the chest, movement after movement. It was natural. It was thrilling…. and Yoongi watched from a distance.

It was exhilarating to watch from his perspective; as a young human girl was able to jump in so fast to save a Harpy's life. He thought that the act of courage was valuable, especially amidst rough harpy-human relations. Your skills were deemed useful. So, that afternoon he offered you a new opportunity, not commonly offered to the lower species. The chance to be a nurse and learn the trade under a esteemed physician by the name of "Dr. Min". Since humans were were deemed the less intelligent species, you jumped on the opportunities you could get, and gleefully agreed. From there you gained certification, and officially became Yoongi's personal nurse.

It was the opportunity you had been looking for, and allowed you to escape the pressure society had put upon you to be a breeder for future harpy children.

Yoongi and you matched so well that it was like Yin and Yang. Whereas you were a bubbly excitable personality, he tended to more calm and cool. Your personalities allowed for easy meshing, and traveling to treat harpy and human mothers became common place. There was no one more loyal than the physician who trained you and led you to a higher purpose. However, that purpose had its drawbacks. There were many days, where the strain of the mothers emotions took a toll on you, and it took a lot in you to continue. The medicine you performed was not always at the consent of the mother, but at the consent of their harpy mate, as the law specified. The job allowed you to practice medicine, but you had to watch as human ladies were put into the role of motherhood against their will. You never be embarrassed comfortable with that aspect. As human girls were turned into adult mothers against their will, you had to stand to the side and be the smiling nurse to ease their worries. Worries that we’re valid, and led you to where you were now… as a part of the underground rebellion.

The laws were extremely discriminatory, and the main basis for the humans rebellion in the first place. For your rebellion. It was common knowledge that harpies could not breed with one another. They were too instinctual and possessive to be able to submit to another harpy. So, Instead they took humans to become their mates (often against their will). Contraceptives became illegal and any human was up for grabs, whether male or female. As long as the human was of rank three, they were legally allowed to be flown away to a nest on the outskirts of the city. These nests reigned high in the clouds with no accessible human entrance. Only windows large enough for the wings of harpies. It was a world where humans were meant to be protected and bred, and you were the unfortunate human that had to watch others get hurt from a distance.

By taking you on as his assistant, Yoongi spared you from that life and you became a class two human. There was always a looming threat though, as everyday that you saw human females suffering in labor, you would then go out of your way to distribute contraceptives and allow women the lives they deserve.

There was only one problem.

One problem that always was blaring at you in the face.

One problem that always told you to turn tale and run.

It occurs to you even now, with how the young harpy looks at you in that mesmerizing way. With a young barely minute old infant in his arms, smiling up to that mother. As he grins at you and congratulates the harpy father with a slap on the back.

You realize something you've known for a while.

That Yoongi can never know what you have been doing, or the man that saved you could also be the man that dooms you.

"Wonderful job (Y/N), I couldn't have done it without you." Yoongi grinned at you as he spoke, giving you a large hug. His grip was strong, and there was an odd smell of pine trees that radiated from his feathers. His wings furrowed out with glee every time he spoke, and the moonlight hit them in just the right way to give them a shimmer at the ends. They really were beautiful.

"Don't put yourself down too much sir, it was a combined effort!" He rolled his eyes at your comment.

"Don't be modest (Y/N)! I could never ask for a better partner!" He scratched his chin in thought. His wings seemed to twitch as he looked back over at you. "Hey! How about this! I have a bottle of good wine back at my place.” He paused before straightening his white coat. “Why don't we have a few drinks and watch a movie? You deserve it after all your hard work."

His smile was always so convincing. And you couldn't remember the last time you had sat down and watched a movie. Most human homes didn't have television, and while yours did, you didn't have the time with your busy schedule. But there was one problem...

"I'm already way passed the curfew Yoongi! You won't get in trouble, but I don't have a probable reason to be out now that I've finished the labor. And if I come back tipsy? They'll surely yank my class status!"

Yoongi didn't seem to be bothered by that fact suprisingly. Or unsuprisingly? It was very difficult to read that man. He always had that look upon him that he honestly couldn’t give a shit. But he seemed to be so deep thought upon what you said and as it came to him, his head snapped to you and he yelled out.

"I've got it! You can just stay at my place!” He snapped his fingers. “That way, you won't get in trouble for curfew, but we can still have a relaxing night after all work we've done." He seemed very proud of his solution, but there was one thing that made you uncomfortable.

"In an unmated Harpy's home? Unless there's some secret lover I don't know about, I don't know if your neighbors would necessarily get the right impression about me." Yoongi noticed you seemed to shrink in on yourself at the comment. Almost as if you didn't like the impression it might give. It wasn’t meant to come off offensive, but something you said seemed to have ruffled the young birds feathers.

"Nobody would care and besides-“ he clicked his tongue. “I can just explain what's going on. Plus, even though I'm not mated, that doesn't mean I'm not respectful and everyone around me knows that."

Does Yoongi know that?

With the amount of subtle innuendos this man throws at you, you really should stop letting him convince you to do things, but alas he is a very charming harpy and a dear friend, so you let him do what he must.

"Fine I guess we can go...Though I'm choosing the movie!"you stuck your tongue out jokingly. Yoongi pouted and swung his feathers to hit your arm, before laughing and muttering a harpy joke you couldn’t quite get. Guess someone was salty they didn't call dibs first!

Yoongi ran over to grab your hand and dragged you to his car in a matter of seconds. As you settled into the plush leather seats, you took notice of your environment. Black leather, sleek interior, and a certain someone’s hand that hadn’t seemed to let go quite yet. Your face was starting to get hot, at the amusement of the birdbrain. As Yoongi buckled himself in, you took on the task of slowly inching out of his grasp. His eyebrows shrunk down a little and a frown situated upon his face, but he quickly schooled his expressions and focused back on the road. He shouldn't overthink things.

The drive was nice and calming. With Yoongi bursting into rap every few minutes, as the pickiness of his driving tunes became apparent. Yoongi was a very odd harpy, that was stoic and cold in one moment, kind in the next, and downright goofy in another. It was clear he wasn't just any harpy and he made that distinction extremely apparent in your friendship. Though it did give you whiplash when you first started interacting.

His fingers tapped against the wheel to the beat and his wings fluttered slightly behind him. Little swishes of air hit you from each mini flap he would give out. After a while, you started singing too, though you always left the rapping to Yoongi. He really did sound like a bird, with a pair of vocals to match. Twittering and Tweeting.

As you arrived at Yoongi's place, it seemed fairly quant; a small two bedroom, one bath, apartment in a better neighborhood. It could be assumed that Yoongi made enough money to afford a larger place, but he just didn't seem the type to live in a large place by himself. It was minimalistic and said enough about his personality. As you spread out on the white couch and Yoongi went to prepare the guest bedroom, you scrolled through the television options.

"You got anything you are interested in?" There was a faint hum from the other room.

"I have a few movies already on my watchlist, but you are free to choose anything else if you'd like." Your eyes seemed to widen a bit as you scrolled through his supposed “favorites”. With the amount of Harpy-Human Romance movies (geez I guess he has a favorite genre) on Yoongi's watchlist, you decided to look for something different. It wouldn't set the right impression to watch a romance movie with your boss. You decided on a simple comedy.

It did make you slightly curious as to whether Yoongi had a secret mate though. He didn’t seem the type to be watching a lot of romance movies, and yet, the impression was made quite clearly. He had been pretty forthcoming in the past that he was waiting for the right "songbird" as he liked to call them. Harpy's did mate young though and Yoongi was getting in his mid-twenties. It would make sense that he was lonely. You guessed you would just have to check up on your friend to make sure he was alright. You just prayed you wouldn't have to medically treat whoever his mate would be.

As he came to sit down next to you, with a bowl of guacamole and chips, he profusely apologized for continously bumping into you. He had a much larger wingspan than other harpies and constantly brushed his wingtips against your thighs and feet. It was a testament to his strength and virility in society, but still got in the way most of the time. Eventually settling down, he quickly explained that the guest bedroom was prepared and you could go to bed anytime you wished. You appreciated the sentiment and thanked the young bird.

The movie wasn't bad, however, a bit too corny for Yoongi's taste. That was apparent by the little side eye he kept giving you at the horrible dad jokes. You seemed to be enjoying it a lot though and so he couldn't complain much. It was all in good fun, even if he did wanna smother you every time you made a “chicken crossing the road” joke. However, there was clearly something that was bothering you. Yoongi's black shadowy wings seemed to have spread out more and more, and the tips of feathers brushed lightly against your shoulder. You doubted it was intentional, as your boss always made it clear that your comfort was a priority, but you still found yourself scooching farther into the side of the couch.

Harpies never seemed to understand personal space. The room also seemed to be heating up the more that Yoongi extended his width. He always seemed to rub up against the wrong spots as well, leaving a slight blush to be found on your cheeks.

However, by the time the credits were rolling, you found yourself starting to doze.

"Hey (Y/N)?" You hummed.

Eyes just felt so heavy and the hand holding your head kept slipping.

"A-are you with anyone right now?" There was a slight stutter to his speech and the question confused you for a second. Your brows furrowed. What did he mean by that? It did awaken you though and you turned your body to the side Yoongi rested on.

"What do you mean?" He coughed and grabbed his glass of water, as a faint rosey sheen came to his cheeks. The position you had placed yourself in, managed to push your cleavage against the couch just slightly. Though it was clear you hadn’t noticed anything.

Odd.

"Nothing! I just know many ladies at your age are dating and stuff and...." There was a pause as he seemed to be thinking over his words. "I want to make sure that my best nurse is still gonna be by my side assisting with patients. That's all….” There was a forlorn look on his face as he finished. He was deep in thought about something. What it was, you had no idea. But the way his feathers shrunk a bit and seemed to curl around him, gave the impression that it was important to him.

"Nothing could keep me away from this work for too long!" You giggled. "No one's really caught my eye and I mostly just want to help as I can right now. That's all l really care about right now." You wrapped your arms around your legs and smiled into your thighs. The expression of happiness nestled slightly into your cheeks. A slight optimism that no one could quite pull off the same.

A silence settled over the two of you. As Yoongi was deep in thought and you seemed to be dozing off. The tiredness was becoming too much and the time on the wall was not helping anything. Slowly ascending from your nook on the couch, you yawned and stretched your arms.

"I *yawn* should be getting to bed, wake me if-"

"(Y/N), wait I-" Yoongi cut you off halfway through. His left wing reached out to your shoulder and brushed it as you were raising your arms. His hand was grasping the air as if there was more he wanted to say... But he stopped halfway. A look of solemn fell over his face before being replaced with that same old smile.

"Nevermind." He shook his head. "Get some sleep, little dove."

You nodded, not quite processing. The nickname hadn’t quite clicked in your brain yet. Walking over to the guest bedroom, the blankets quickly enveloped your fragile body. Never in your life had you gotten as good of sleep as your did enveloped in the fancy sheets. But just like every night before this one, one thought ran through your head.

I hope this never changes.

Three loud knocks awakened you.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP

It took you a few seconds to realize that it was not your apartment you had woken up in. The memory's from the previous night slowly flooded in, as you changed into some extra clothes. Sweatpants and a shirt was all that was needed on a Saturday. You could distinctly hear chattering through the walls. One of the voices was distinctly Yoongi. He had a certain husky undertone to the way he spoke, and was able to convey himself in very few words. The other voice was not this way, it was more boisterous and joyful, albeit with a darker tone. More playful, yet foreboding.

As you peaked your head around the hallway, you finally noticed the second man. Or harpy as you should say. The bird-man was slightly taller than Yoongi, albeit no less appealingly. Dark nightshade hair overran one side of his face, and he had a certain polish to him not seen among the common folk. Dressed in a suit from head to toe, the wings that spread from his back were not petite in the slightest, and unlike Yoongi's midnight black wings you were used to, this man's had a slight navy blue sheen to them, that sparkled in the morning light. He was an enigma in the flesh.

The stranger's dark brown eyes flashed over to you, the moment you entered the room. Something about the way he looked you up and down, didn't settle with you right. A smug little smirk found it's way to his lips.

"Why Yoongi ~” His voice gave off a little purr, and his Adam’s apple bobbed at the good look he was getting of you. “I didn't know you had gotten yourself a little human." There was a joking gasp from the man. "Though, I do wonder why they are in your apartment of all places and not elsewhere." A side eye was given. There was something you were missing here, that was clear. Yoongi merely rolled his eyes, before admonishing the man.

"Knock it off Tae" He rubbed the space between his eyebrows in exacerbation. The crow man knew how to rub a sore spot deep. "Her name is (Y/N), I've talked about her before. She's the nurse that assists me at work."

Realization flashed upon the man's face. Eyebrows raising in recognition. Instead of sizing you up anymore, he looked at you with a newfound appreciation. Sweeping his large feathered appendages back, and taking himself to a bow, he quickly took hold of your right hand and placed a gentle kiss upon the back. Red immediately ran across your complexion.

"It's a pleasure to finally put a name to the face, little birdie~. I'm Taehyung, chief of the government Harpy-Human Relations division." The man had the nerve to wink at you. And to put the Cherry on top, He was a fucking bird politician… “Though I must say, I'm disappointed we weren't introduced earlier, what with Yoongi and I being very close." There was another eyeroll from your boss.

"I guess that is the way of the world-" The man shrugged. Then his focus went back to Yoongi. Something seemed to change in his voice.

"You'll be letting me know what you find, yes?" Yoongi seemed to snap out of his annoyance and a serious look fell upon his face. By the way the man was dressed and Yoongi's countenance, this wasn't merely a friends getaway, but for business instead.

"Yes. I'll see what I can do."

Taehyung flapped his wings slightly before rushing out the door. He seemed to be in a hurry, and Yoongi couldn't be happier about it. Anything Taehyung was interested in was not a good sign.

This was your cue to leave as well and as you went to grab your stuff from the other room, something caught the corner of your eye.

Yoongi was placing a packet of pills in his work satchel.

"So I was telling her, if you want to find someone better there are plenty of fish in the sea-"

It was always hard to stay awake and interested when Jennie prattled on about an ex-girlfriend of hers. You honestly could not care less, but you had agreed to go to dinner with her if it made her happy. She had been stressed recently over her work, since more and more human workers were getting laid off and the factories were obscenely harsh on the body. One of these days she would be next. The small joint you two were located in was nothing special, with just basic burgers, shiny red booths and take-out counters. The dingy lights above gave barely visible light, but what was most important was that it was cheap and affordable. It was also rare to see any feathered individuals in this area. The only time you had ever seen any of the bird-brains nearby had been when Yoongi picked you up a few weeks ago in his car.

"Hey, are you even listening?!"

Groaning, you laid your head on your arms in exacerbation. You gave her a mischeivious grin. "Jennie, I don't wanna hear about your exes-" Exchanging a side look you continued "I wanna hear about the little date you went on last weekend."

Cheery giggles fell from Jennie's lips as she couldn't help but show her enthusiasm. "Oh this lady was heavenly. She had this way to just pull you in a conversation. And they even bought me flowers! In this economy?! She even was at the meeting the other night-"

And Jennie prattled on. She was always the more talkative of the two of you. One of the women from your underground meetings had taken an interest in Jennie, and since she hadn't had a healthy relationship in a while, you let her gossip about it as much as she liked. It also made it easier on yourself, because it allowed you to not always have to talk about yourself. She chattered more, as you moved the green beans on your place to create little pictures. Anything to cure your boredom.

As the two of you sat chatting, and your milkshake decreased in volume, you realized that it was starting to get dark out. The stars in the night sky sparkled above, and the lights on the streets were the only thing illuminating the outside. The shop was starting to close up for the night, as the waiters grabbed old dishes and flipped the neon 'open' sign to 'closed'. You scrapped at the old paint on the table with you nail as Jennie was asking the waiter for the bill. Your head had been laying on the table, only to slowly raise as something outside caught your attention.

There was a harpy man with an umbrella across the street.

Harpy weren't supposed to be in these areas. Not that the streets were segregated, but usually they made better money than to be in the poorer parts and the crime in the human neighborhoods ran rampant in comparison. No harpies felt the need to be here. It was the only bit of sanctuary that humans felt in these areas. This specific harpy seemed to be eyeing the little shop you were in.

The earrings he wore clinked against one another as he tilted his head upon eye contact with you. You couldn't recognize the harpy in the dark, but the way he was looking at your booth made you very uncomfortable.

"Hey Jennie? There's a harpy staring at us, try not to be too obvio-“ and of course Jennie fastly whipped her head behind her. Not so subtle at all. Recognition flashed upon her face and all colored seemed to drain from her.

"T-That's my boss." Your eyebrows raised in surprise.

"The factory manager?"

Jennie nodded. She seemed just as confused as you were. But, by the way her sleeved arm seemed to rub against her side and she seemed to be fiddling with the paper straw. This was not the first time she had seen the winged fellow outside of work. Her shoes scraped against the ground as she thought over her next words.

"I-I don't know what that's about but-" She bit her lip. "We should probably be getting home. I-It i-is late."

That didn't seem to asuade your opinion that whatever was happening was extremely shifty. You grabbed her elbow as she went to stand up.

"Jennie, if you don't feel comfortable going, we can always ask the staff to stay longer?" You were imploring her to stay. Something didn't feel right. But she merely shook her head.

"No, it's ok! I-I don't wanna bother anyone right now." Her bangs covered her eyes for a split second, as you went to grab her right hand.

Walking out hand in hand, you both tried to ignore the bird across the street. But as the two of you walked ten feet, he walked ten feet in the same direction. Footsteps could be heard behind you, as the man crossed the street.

He was now on the same side of the road.

It was eerily quiet out. Even the faint hum of electricity was barely noticeable on these backwater streets. No stray animals were out, which seemed unusual. Jennie held closer to your side the farther you walked. Your friends eyes pinched tightly shut as she seemed to be whispering affirmations to herself.

"I am beautiful. I am strong. I am - "

"Angel?" The male harpy called out from behind us.

Jennie held tighter.

"Please don't run from me. I told you this was gonna happen-." You turned around to look this man in the face. He seemed to have a small smile and his cerulean eyes had a small content crinkle along the corner lashes. "It really isn't all that scary."

Jennie let go of your arm. Though her fingers shook, and her legs seemed to barely be holding her.

"I-I" She stuttered and took a moment to ground herself. "I don't want this. P-Please leave me alone."

His smile didn't waver. Instead he took careful inches towards the two of you. His wings dragged against the ground, though made no noise in the dark city air. You went to grab Jennie's hand, but she seemed scared to reach for you. Quickly rushing to bring her hands around her body.

"I'm not going anywhere Angel." In that same moment it occurred to you that something was deeply wrong.

He ran for Jennie... and in the moment, you did the same.

You didn't care if she was scared of you getting hurt, you were not going to allow your friend to be next.

Your reached out your hand. But you were too late.

You. Were. Too. Late.

In an instant the harpy wrapped his large wings around her, arms grappling for leverage on her body, and a gust of wind swept you into the nearby alley. You went flying backwards, as the strength of a harpy's wings were no match for a human. Your claws grappled at the ground as you went skittering. Dirt and debris got caked underneath, and scrapes littered your clothes. But you didn’t care. The pain hurt more on the inside than the outside. Brush light feathers tickled Jennie's face, and all you saw of her were tears, before in an inhuman speed, wings pummeled the ground and the two went soaring. Wind whipped around the two, and all you saw was a speck disappearing into the night air.

The noise of the city did very little to quiet your wails, and there were no nearby goers to comfort you in your despair. The ground still had excess feathers from the harpy's quick takeoff and the pattern would have been mesmerizing, a swirl of bird beauty, had your friend not just been kidnapped.

She had been snatched.

You let out another blood-curdling scream as two arms wrapped around your back. As if the night could not get worse. Hands wrapped around your stomach and breasts to get a strong grip upon your small countenance. Fighting and clawing did not matter, as whoever was grabbing on, would not let you go and seemed to hold the strength of ten men.

"Hey! Careful! It's just me!!" The man screamed out as you went in to bite their jugular, but hesitated.

It was that man from earlier.

Taehyung.

"I saw what occurred and wanted to make sure you were all right. It's always-“ There was a pause. "messy when humans get involved with a harpy's snatch." Letting go of your stomach, he slowly lifted himself to stand. His hands slicked through his hair, and he held a concerned look. You still laid on the dirty ground, scratches creating solid lines upon your legs. There wasn't any energy left in you to stand. This seemed to be apparent to the young gentlebird, as he went to grab your miniscule body in his arms. One arm around your knees and another around your back. Bridal-style. You would almost laugh, if you had it in you in this moment.

With you tightly secured in his embrace, Taehyung started walking out of the alley. The warmth from him was a calming sensation, albeit not wanted from you in that moment. However, he seemed to be walking with a mission in his mind.

"W-where are we going?" You wanted to make sure the harpy holding you didn't have the same idea as the one before. He looked down at you with a frown.

"My office. It's a few blocks over. I want to make sure you are alright before I let you go home." He looked down at you and squeezed your body slightly as he held you closer. The tight hold on your body did nothing to help ease your sensation of panic, but it soothed the harpy, as holding you close meant you were safe. "It's dangerous for you to be out right now."

You didn't feel the need to fight him.

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Hope you all like part 1!!! I will be coming out with part 2 soon. This has not been edited. Any questions or comments is greatly appreciated.

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New Endings - Part 5

A/N: Once again, I'm so sorry that it took me a while but I hope you'll like it nonetheless! Also want to thank all of you for all the love on this serie, it means a lot! 🥰

Warnings: Lots of angst, mentions of a gun, swearing, smut (If you don't feel comfortable reading that part and decide to skip it, don't worry! You won't miss out on important details for the rest of the story!)

Word count: 6k

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What was supposed to be a new start turned into a day she dreaded. After Arthur brought her home and she had assured him many times that she was alright, she was alone in an empty house again. The silence that was almost deafening, made her realise even more what had happened. Her body broke down, the build up tension released itself in tears and uncontrollable cries of despair. The gun was still firmly pressed against her body and it felt as if it was burning a hole into her. A hole of guilt, fear and doubt.

She tried to distract herself by putting her groceries away and washing her new dress. It didn’t help as the tears kept coming and sobs kept leaving her mouth. Instead she dragged herself upstairs to hide the gun that felt like a burden clinging onto her body. David kept torturing her, even when he wasn't physically there. She looked around Tommy's room, desperate to find a place to make it disappear. It suddenly struck her, she was a betrayer. She was hiding a weapon meant for him in a place he was supposed to be safe. A room where she had made so many memories in and which she was now using against him.

It was as if her heart broke more and more as each second passed. She couldn't think straight and just wanted to get over with. She quickly hid it in the back of the drawer of his nightstand, covering it with the stuff he had left behind.

She decided to take a warm bath after, hoping that the water would calm her. It did, sort of. She gently took care of the roughed up spots where she could still feel David’s tight grip. She tried to wash away the feeling of him holding her but the forceful grip he had on her life didn't fade.

She’d spend some time in the tub before she dried herself and got ready for bed. All she wanted was to disconnect from reality, even if it was just for a little bit. While she snuggled into the blankets, her brain replayed the events of the day to the point where her tears ran down her face until she finally fell asleep.

Only a few hours had passed when sunrays crept trough the curtains, waking her. Her eyes were burning from the many tears that had left them. She dragged herself out of bed and changed her clothes. It was her first day at the betting shop and she needed to at least try to look decent. When she looked in the mirror, she noticed her puffy eyes and the dark circles underneath them. She tried to cover it with her make up although it didn’t made much of a difference. She took a deep breath and forced a smile on her face. Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror and no matter how hard she tried, her eyes didn’t match her bright smile. It was all she could do. She’d make up something if someone asked her questions, her situation gave her enough options for now.

When she entered the kitchen downstairs, there was already noise coming from the betting shop. While she was busy preparing her tea, her mind wandered back to time she used to work there, remembering how she always enjoyed it, maybe it would be good to be back.

Once her tea was ready, she took her cup and stood in front of the big doors that separated the kitchen and the shop. She took a deep breath, gathering some left over confidence before entering. “Good morning.” She smiled at Polly who leant against one of the tables. “Good morning, love.” She greeted her back, her curious brown eyes lingering on her as she returned the smile. “You remember Esme, right?” She wondered. (Y/N) nodded in response. “She’ll be helping you today. If needed of course, knowing you, you probably still know how it works.”

She chuckled at Polly’s remark. “I do but I’d like some help, just to be sure.” She kindly smiled at Esme as she sat down next to her. “How are you?” She asked her as she tried to make some kind of conversation with the other woman. She attended her and John’s wedding but not much later her and Tommy separated, so she never had the chance to get to know her that well. “I’m good.” Esme’s dark eyes scanned her face. “How are you?”

“I’m doing fine.” She smiled. “Excited to get back to work.” She added before both of them went trough the proceedings. A few things had changed, however, it was easy for her to get back into it.

A few people had already lined up in front of the entrance of the shop, eager to set their bets and in hopes of making more money. Esme got up as she checked the time on the clock. “Do you think it’s going to be busy today?” (Y/N) wondered as she looked at the woman in front of her. “No, I think you’ll have it easy.” She gave her a small smile as her eyes scanned over her once more. It gave (Y/N) an uneasy feeling but she decided to let it slide.

When the last costumer left the shop and she had locked the door, she realised how quick her day went by. Esme was right, it wasn't very busy but it was alright for her first day. She hadn't much time to worry and it felt good to be around other people again. While she tidied up her desk, footsteps came closer and John came in sight. "How did the new employee do?" He asked Esme, giving her a quick peck on her cheek before winking at (Y/N). "She did well." She smiled back at her husband. "Didn't expect anything else." He smiled. "How was it for you?"

"It is good to be back actually." (Y/N) chuckled while putting some books aside. "I'm glad, we're happy to have you around again." He shared with her. His words made her instantly feel guilty, suddenly very aware of the situation she found herself in. "Thank you." She smiled at him before quickly occupying herself with other chores. "Have you seen Pol? She needed something from me." He asked Esme. "She went upstairs."

"Alright." He answered before making his way up the stairs, his long coat flowing after him. While (Y/N) finished her other tasks, she caught Esme looking at her, before she could say something, Esme spoke up. “I don’t want to scare you but you have something… dark around you. It’s following you.” (Y/N) felt chills running over her back while keeping her gaze on the woman in front of her. “What do you mean?“ Esme shook her head slowly. “I don't know. It might have to do something with the past but it could be the future as well.”

Words got stuck in her throat, not knowing how to respond to it. "I-I guess it's the past." She quickly replied, not wanting to continue further on the topic. "But I'm trying to break free from it. I hope that dark... whatever it is, will stop following me then." She awkwardly chuckled. "I think you need to be careful. It's-" Esme was cut off by an enthusiast yell from John along with the creaking of the wooden stairs as he came down, Polly following him.

"Oi, (Y/N)! Before I forget, Tommy is sending someone to pick you up tonight. Heard you have a little dinner date." He teased, a big grin on his face. "Is that what he called it?" She asked him, knowing very well John made that up. "Do you want it to be?" He smirked. She rolled her eyes at his comment. "He just invited me over, think it's just about what my plans are."

"And what are your plans exactly?" He curiously asked as he sat on the edge of her desk. "I don't know yet." He nodded. "Well you should enjoy your date then, maybe the rekindling with my brother will help with your plans." He chuckled, getting Polly on his hand as well. "Please, shut up." She scoffed jokingly but slightly annoyed by his assumptions. "Don't you have to go?" She joked as John checked his pocket watch. "Well all jokes aside, we do actually." He turned to Esme. "You ready?" He asked as he hopped off the desk. She nodded. "Yes." She looked at both Polly and (Y/N). "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." (Y/N)'s eyes lingered a little longer on Esme as they both left. "Something bothering you?" Polly wondered as she sat down on a chair in front of her. She turned her head in Polly's direction. "No, just thinking about today."

She could feel Polly's eyes burning into her skin. "I'm just going to be honest with you, there's something off about you the moment you walked in here." A lump started to form in her throat. "I didn't sleep much last night. Guess that's it."

"That's the only thing that could be it?" The older woman wondered, almost sounding sarcastic. "Yes." Polly shook her head. "When are you going to start being honest with us. All of us." Her voice sounded stern, as if she knew something. "I am. I have been since the beginning." She defended herself. "I know that there's more (Y/N)." Her brown eyes stared intensely at her, in a way that should be taken as a warning. "If you don't tell, I'll find it out myself."

The accusations turned her nervousness into anger. "Please do." She snapped. "I'm very curious what you come up with, if you can even find anything." She turned to walk to the door, done with the sudden change of the conversation. "I know what your husband does and I know who he's working with. He was here for a reason, one you know everything about."

Her body made her stop in front of the door, her hand resting on the door handle as Polly's words made her blood run cold. She bit the inside of her cheek before turning her head to look at the woman who was waiting for her reaction. "I don't know what you're talking about." She pushed the door handle down and disappeared into the house.

Darkness surrounded the car as it stopped in front of the doors of Arrow House. She thanked the driver before she got out and walked up the steps to reach the door. She decided to wear her newly bought dress, she loved it the minute she saw it and somewhere deep down in her heart she hoped Tommy would do the same. Besides that, it gave her a much needed boost of confidence that she could use.

Doubt arose within her as she wanted to knock, her hand resting on the door. She felt calm on the way here but now it suddenly turned into the nervousness she was almost getting used to. She needed to tell him something but the fear of his reaction made it hard. While she let the words play trough her head, a wave of sadness hit her. She didn’t want to but she had no other choice.

She filled her lungs with the air she desperately needed to calm herself, forcing a small smile on her face before her knuckles hit the wooden door a few times as she waited for it to open. She expected to see one of Tommy's maids but instead she was met with his piercing blue eyes. "Good evening." His low voice greeted her as he eyed her. "Good evening." She replied as she watched him step aside. "Come in."

She walked past him into the house. "Let me get your coat." He said as he closed the doors, sliding the coat off her shoulders. The gesture made her feel welcome but also a little awkward at the same time. He hung her coat on the rack and turned back to her. "I thought you had a maid." She supposed, thinking of the first time she visited Tommy with Arthur. "I do." He stated. His answer was short but simple. She looked at him, waiting for him if he was going to add more. "Luckily I'm still allowed to open my own door. Lets start with a drink, shall we?" He switched the subject. She nodded. "I'll follow you."

As Tommy started to walk trough the hallway, she took in the enormous spaces and many paintings that decorated the walls. "I still can't believe you actually have maids." She blurted out as she looked at him. The corners of his lips turned into a tiny smile as he slowed down. "Well I guess you didn't live a bad life yourself, except for the obvious circumstances you're in." He assumed, he had noticed the expensive coat she was wearing and the sparkling necklace that decorated her neck the day he saw her again in the hotel. Diamonds, he supposed. "Well... no but we didn't have maids." She chuckled.

"Doesn't matter. We both worked hard for it, eh?" He stopped, while he looked at her. "You certainly did, knowing where it all started." She smiled at him. "Guess all of it was a good motivation." He let his hand softly rest against her lower back, guiding her further trough the hallway. While she let him, she noticed the portraits that hung in the big stairwell. "Is that your son?" She stopped and pointed at a portrait of Charlie. "Yes, that's Charles."

"Do you mind?" She turned her head to look at him. "No, go on." She walked up a few steps to take a closer look. "He's got your eyes." She smiled while looking down at Tommy. "Looks like a sweet little boy."

"He is." Tommy nodded, patiently waiting for her. She looked at the other portraits, most were of him, Charlie or horses until her eyes fell on a portrait of a woman who seemed familiar. She walked up a few more steps and let her eyes run over the painting. "Is that your wife?" She asked, her eyes not leaving the canvas in front of her. "She was. Yeah." (Y/N) nodded slowly. Some type of aching tugged on her heart. She wasn’t sure if it was jealousy or if it reminded her of the broken heart she suffered from years ago. "I see." She swallowed harshly. "I didn't know you married the barmaid."

"I did." He answered her. She didn’t want to start about the past again, she wasn’t here to fight about their life choices once again but she’d lie if it didn’t do something to her. She turned around, facing him. "What was she like?" She wondered as she walked down the stairs, returning to the spot Tommy was standing. He watched her as her dress flowed around her, every step she took, turning her into the elegant woman he always knew. "She was sweet, very caring." He kept focused on her until she stood in front of him. Her eyes meeting his. "But she betrayed you nonetheless."

"It happened before our marriage, you know that." He defended. "I knew she betrayed you, not that you married her." She sighed. "But I shouldn't speak ill of the dead."

"You shouldn't." He agreed before continuing his way to the sitting room, gesturing for her to sit on sofa. "Gin and tonic?" He asked as he tried to forget about their previous conversation. She nodded. "Please." While he poured her a drink, she looked around the room. “How was your day at the betting shop?” He asked her as he handed her the glass. “It was good, not very busy but that got me more time to get back into it.” She explained to him as she watched him pour himself a whiskey before returning to her, sitting in a chair that stood next to the sofa. “Heard you still remembered a most of it.” He commented. “Did Polly tell you?”

“John.” He replied as she nodded in response, knowing Esme probably told him. “But yeah, I did.” Tommy took a sip of his whiskey. “Still liked it as much as you did?” He asked. “I guess so yeah.”

Silence fell over them. No matter what the reasons were when she was around Tommy, there was always an awkward tension between the two of them, as if neither of them could be completely theirselves. However, she didn’t even know what Tommy was actually like these days. His eyes wandered over her body, taking in every inch of her. She caught his gaze, her arms trying to cover herself.

“I like your dress.” He spoke up, his eyes softening when he met hers. “Thank you, I got it yesterday.” She smiled kindly at him, stroking her hand over the fabric. “It’s very pretty, suits you well.” He complimented her, making her heart skip a beat. “You don’t look bad yourself.” She commented on his suit, looking neatly as always. Her glass touched her lips seconds after she said the words, sipping the liquid to make her feel at ease.

“Well thank you.” He said. “How was it yesterday? Felt comfortable enough with Arthur?” He questioned, his arms leaning comfortable on the sides of his chair. She gulped. “I did. It was good to be out again and he looked out for me very well.” The words came out of her mouth so easily. His eyes scanned her face as if he was looking for something. “I’m glad. It’s been long enough for you. I know how much you love your freedom and independence.”

His comment made her think. “I do.” She took a sip of her drink, gathering courage to get something of her chest. “Tommy…” She started, not knowing how to begin her sentence. “Look I-“ She was cut off by one of the maids, telling them that dinner was ready. Tommy thanked her and got up. “Lets move to the dining room.” He watched as (Y/N) got up and led her to the dining room, pulling out her chair so she could sit. “Oh thank you.” She watched as he sat across from her. “Apologies for the interruption, what did you want to say?” He asked, the nerves getting the best of her. “I…uhm. I wanted to thank you for inviting me. You really didn’t have to, you know.”

“But I wanted to.” He looked up as the maids came in with the plates, putting them down in front of them before leaving again. “I guess you have a cook as well? Or did you prepare this yourself?” She joked, trying to forget about the things that were plaguing her mind. “Your first guess was right.” He softly chuckled as she smiled at him.

During dinner she got more comfortable, he seemed to let down his guard a bit and so did she. While sharing a few casual stories and finishing their desert, Tommy suggested to go back to the sitting room. While they moved back, she felt his hand on her lower back again, his fingers gently caressing her covered skin, causing her to feel a jolt deep in the pit of her stomach.

After sharing a few more drinks she was stood in front of the fireplace, letting the dancing flames warm her skin. Tommy came up behind her and let one of his hands rest on her shoulder as he watched the flames, the orange hue reflecting on both their faces. “I’ve been thinking.” His low voice catched her attention, her eyes focusing on the fire in front of her. “About?”

“About us.” His words made her tense up, her throat suddenly felt dry. “Us?” She turned her head slightly to look over her shoulder, her hair falling in front of her face. He hummed before gently putting her hair behind her ear. “I know you felt it too.”

She turned her head away from him, looking back at the flames. “I did.” Her words were soft. She felt his other hand graze against hers, his fingers softly touching the back of her hand. Her heart started beating faster at his touch, the words he just spoke repeating themselves in her head. “I have to tell you something.” She had made a decision and he needed to know about it. “What is it?”

She turned around to face him, taking a deep breath to ground herself before looking into his blue eyes. All she wanted was to fall right into his arms and his comforting voice to tell her that everything would be alright but she was far too deep in to get out. She had a plan and she’d rather sacrifice herself than him. “I’m sorry.”

"Sorry for what?" He asked, confused by her apology. She felt the tears pricking in her eyes. "I'm going back." Her words left her mouth in the softest whisper. "What?" His low voice filled the room. "I'm going back to David."

He was silent. His face remained neutral as his eyes bored into hers. He noticed how they had turned glossy, he noticed her trembling hands and he noticed how she tried to keep herself together. He shook his head before he spoke up. “Is he forcing you to?” He tried his best to sound calm although there was an turmoil burning inside him. “No. I decided it myself.” She tried to sound convincing. “Did you fucki-“ He stopped his sentence, realising his voice was harsh and loud. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed before starting over on a calmer tone. “Did you forget what he did to you (Y/N)?” Adding her name in hopes to let it get to her head.

“No, I did not. And I know this must felt like ingratitude or a dumb decision but I have to do it.” Tears sat in the corners of her eye, threatening to fall. “You’ll understand why. Later.”

“I want to understand it now. Explain it to me now.” His words were firm, laced with confusion and desperation. “I can’t.” She wanted to take his hand but hesitation made her pull away. “But I will soon.”

“What the hell is going on with you? Did you forget how scared you were? Did you forget all those bruises? Did you fucking forget about the pain?” The last words were spoken loud and harsh, in hopes to make her see what she was doing. She did see it, she did realise it. “I did not. I promise I did not.”

A hopeless gaze was evident in his eyes. “What will change your mind?” His words were much softer than before. His question broke her heart and a tear fell down her cheek. “Nothing. I made my decision.” She tried to sound confident. “I don’t fucking understand. What the fuck happened? Did he hit your head so hard that you’ve gone fucking mad?”

She shook her head. “I promise you’ll understand.” She gave him a weak smile. “When?” He questioned. “When did you decide this, eh?” The anger in his voice was growing. “Last night.” She confessed. “I just wanted to have a proper goodbye. You were there when I needed you the most.” She grabbed his hand as more tears threatened to spill. “I want to thank you for that.”

He sighed, as he looked at her in disbelief. “Fuck.” He turned around as he threw his hands in the air. “Fuck!” His voice bellowed trough the room as he walked across it. “I don’t fucking get it!” His voice was loud. Her fingers grabbed onto the fabric of her dress as she watched him. “You want a goodbye, eh? I’ll fucking give you one!” He turned around and stormed back to her, grabbing her face as he crashed his lips against hers. He caught her by surprise but her hands found their way around his neck quickly while their lips explored each other.

His hand grabbed onto her waist as he deepened the kiss. Her hand ran trough his hair as she melted into his touch. She felt his tongue graze along her lips, parting them slightly so his tongue could slip in. He was demanding, showing her that he needed her. Her hands slipped under his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. His hands left her waist, pulling the jacket off his arms and throwing it on the floor, not breaking their kiss in the process. His hands found their way to her waist again as she fumbled with the buttons of his vest. Once she opened it, Tommy discarded them along with his jacket on the floor.

His lips left hers for a second. “Stay here tonight.” She nodded eagerly. “I will.” He pulled her closer and pressed his warm lips against her soft ones once more. One of her hands rested on the back of his neck while the other slowly slid down his chest. Her blood was rapidly pumping trough her veins, just like it had done the day before when he had kissed her in his office. The feeling of having him so close was so familiar and intoxicating, making her forget about all her troubles and making her feel alive for the first time in years.

Her hand slowly moved to she side of his neck, his rapid pulse beating against her skin. The mix of anger and lust spreading trough his body like poison. The words she just told him repeating vaguely in the back of his mind while he focused on the feeling of having her close. Her soft touch awakening the closed up space in his heart.

His hands grabbed her cheeks, feeling the wet stains of the tears that had fallen. He slowly pulled away and looked at her, she placed her hands on his wrists and stared back into his eyes. "Fucking stay." His words came out as a hoarse whisper, a mix of a demand and desperation. Knowing that if she left, he would never see her again.

She nodded as she took his hands away from her face and kissed him eagerly. His hands ran hungrily over her body, trying to feel every inch of it. His lips left her mouth to kiss down to her neck while listening to her sigh of pleasure. "Tommy..."

His hand grabbed onto her waist, pulling her against his body as he moved his head, their noses almost touching and his electric blue eyes staring directly into hers. Her fingertips touched his cheek softly, leaving his skin burning for more.

Discarded clothes covered the floor of his bedroom, eagerly pulled off each other as they were not able to contain themselves anymore. Soft moans left (Y/N)'s mouth as he kissed her neck and his fingers slowly circled over her clit. Her hands holding onto his arms to keep herself steady.

"Tommy, please." She was begging him to continue. He gently kissed her again while he added more pressure, muffling her moans with his mouth. Her hips moving to find the much needed friction. "I need you." She whined softly as her hand moved to his neck to pull him closer. "I fucking need you." She teasingly sucked on his bottom lip.

Her words made his excitation grow as his hands ran over her body, gently getting ahold of her boobs. "I need you too." His voice was low, filled with lust. "Come get me then." She teased as she let her legs rest on each side of his hips. He stroked his cock and lined up with entrance before gently entering her. She moaned at the feeling of him stretching her walls, a wave of pleasure running trough her body.

A low groan left his lips as he started thrusting gently, he leaned down to share a kiss with her. "Fuck..." He moaned against her lips as he started to pick up his pace. Her hands ran over his back, a soft whimper escaping from her lips as their kiss turned into a messy one.

She moved her hips against his, her nails digging into his skin. "Tommy..." The sound of her moans filled the bedroom. He kissed down to her neck once again before sucking softly on her skin. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling softly on the ends. His hands moved to her hips, grabbing them tightly as he moved faster.

She stared into his eyes, as moans kept escaping her mouth. Her hands moved down to his shoulders while she held onto him, trying to keep herself together. "I'm so close." She whimpered as he leaned down to kiss her once more. His hand moved between her legs, gently rubbing her clit. "Cum for me, love."

The feeling of his thrusts and the pressure on her clit made her muscles tense up and her breath turned in to short gasps. Before she knew it, an intense wave of pleasure crashed trough her body as Tommy kept going trough her climax. Loud moans filled his ears. "Oh my god.." Her fingers digged into his skin as he left her panting underneath him. She felt his thrusts became slower and messier, moans left his mouth as he reached his release. Strands of his dark hair hung in front of his face as he rode out his high.

She grabbed his face, kissing him eagerly before meeting his eyes. "I love you." The words fell too quickly off her lips, high off her mind from her climax. He parted his lips slightly before kissing her again. "Then fucking stay."

She stared into his eyes, ready to say something until she realised what she had just told him. She grabbed his jaw and pulled him back into a kiss, not ready to say anything else. She let her tongue slide into his mouth, exploring his, showing how much she needed him instead of telling him.

She felt his hands run trough her hair, gently holding her face before pulling away. He slowly pulled out of her and laid down beside her, his arms wrapping around her body before sharing another kiss. "You know you belong here. Right in me arms."

"I know." She confessed as she let her fingers run trough his hair. "Then please tell me what's holding you back." His fingers gently ran over her face. She pressed a soft kiss in his neck, not knowing what to say. "I can't. Just trust me Tommy."

He shook his head. "No. Tell me what would make you stay.” He didn’t want to sound desperate but after all the things she had been trough, he just couldn’t understand why she would want to go back.

In all honesty, he didn’t have to do anything to make her stay, she’d gladly wake up in his arms in the morning and never leave his side again. “You can’t.” She looked away before resting her head on his chest, the sound of the rhythm of his beating heart calming her.

He stroked her hair as he let all the possibilities of her decision go trough his head but he couldn’t come up with a logical explanation.

They both got ready in silence. He knew he wouldn't be able to change her mind anymore. She was going to walk out of his life in a few minutes and there was nothing he could do to stop her. He watched her silently from the bed as she looked in the mirror, doing everything to avoid his gaze. The moment she would look into his eyes, she knew she'd break and wouldn't be strong enough to leave his house.

"I'll be downstairs." His low voice fought the tensed silence in the room as he couldn't bear to watch her anymore. "I'll be ready soon." Her soft voice answered him as she nodded in response, leaving the room after and making his way downstairs. She let her face rest in her hands as soon as she heard the door close, trying to stop the tears that were threatening to fall. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before looking in the mirror again. This was it.

Her mind wandered back to the night before, the feeling of having Tommy close, his touch and the way she woke up in his strong arms, protecting her at all costs. She knew he was everything she had been hoping for her but she had to leave it all behind. It was her turn to protect him at all costs.

She made her way down the stairs while she looked around to see if she could find a glimpse of Tommy. Walking over to his office, she found the door half open. As she knocked softly, she heard his voice. "Come in." While she walked in she found him leaning against the front his desk in only his undershirt, his legs crossed and a cigarette between his fingers. "I guess I'm ready."

He took a drag of his cigarette before blowing the smoke out of his nose. "Wouldn't you like some breakfast before you go?" He wondered. She shook her head, knowing he was trying to stretch time. "No, it's better if I go now."

He stood up, stubbing his cigarette out in his ashtray and making his way over to her, both walking out to the hallway. While she got her coat, he watched her put it on. It took her a few seconds to turn to face him. "Well..." The words got stuck in her throat as she looked up at him, his blue eyes were laced with frustration and sadness. "I-." She breathed in before continuing. "I'm sorry, Tommy."

His lips parted slightly, ready to speak up but no words coming out. Her fingers fumbled with the fabric of her coat. "I hope you made the right decision for yourself." He sounded sincere, although she could hear a hint of worry. "I hope so too." She gave him a small genuine smile that turned into a sad one. "Until we meet again." She turned around to make her way to the door.

He nodded, his eyes following every step she took until she stopped. She stood there for a while until she turned around and quickly made her way back to him. As her body came in contact with his, she wrapped her arms tightly around his torso and she let her head rest against his chest. The sudden impact got him by surprise and it took him a second before he gently wrapped his arms around her. His chin rested on top of her head while he calmly stroked her hair. Her hot tears seeped trough his shirt and her quiet sobs died down against his chest.

"Thank you, Tommy. For everything." She whispered, her hands gripping on his shirt. He stared into the space in front of him, his mind full but empty at the same time, not knowing what to do. "Always, love. You'd do the same for me." His voice was soft and his hand stroked her back to comfort her.

They stood there for a while until he felt her move, her arms leaving his body. He didn't want to let go. This moment would be the last time he would be holding her, he knew it.

He kissed the top of her head before letting her go. The warmth of her body leaving him immediately. She looked up at him, the sight of her tear stained face making it even harder for him. "Bye, Tom." A weak smile formed on her lips before she kissed his cheek. He grabbed her wrist gently as she tried to turn away from him. "(Y/N)..." She gulped and turned back to him, shaking her head. "Please."

"I have to. I really do." She felt the grip on her wrist loosen. She took the sight of him in one last time before turning around and making her way to the door. The picture of the man she loved so dearly, stripped from his though demeanor, leaving him vulnerable and standing lost and alone in his huge hallway, engraved in her brain forever. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she walked trough the the huge doors, into an unknown and uncertain future.

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Pedri x reader imagine bc I need someone to do a self care date with me as uni is stressful & I’ve cried too much this week (I hate showing vulnerability). So anyways just like a very loving & fluffy Pedri taking care of his girl like running a bath for them & making her comfort food & just staying in with her since that’s what she needed & her makes her feel safe.

hey anon, I hope you’re doing better by now! I just wanna remind you how strong you are and everything you’re working so hard for is gonna be worth it! Sending you some love🫶🏻

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School work and studying was taking away so much of your time and energy lately. You’re used to studying and being tired but the past few weeks really started taking a toll on you.

Today was the day you snapped, leaving Uni early because you were on the verge of tears. When you stepped into the comfort of your home, all you wanted was to feel Pedri’s strong arms wrap around you and suck the negative energy out.

“Hermosa?” Pedri yelled from the kitchen, checking if he heard right, you were not supposed to be home yet.

“Pedro” you whined, taking slow steps towards him. He peeked out of the kitchen and when he saw you crying,he rushed to you. Pedri pulled you in his chest immediately, hugging you tightly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He whispered, almost as if you would break If he talked louder. You sniffed in his chest, smearing mascara all over the Barca shirt he was wearing.

“No”

“Okay, how about we start with a nice,warm bath to help you calm down. Then you can tell me what you want to eat?”

You nodded and he went upstairs, filling the tub and adding a bathbomb. Pedri also lit some candles and invited you in.

You stripped and stepped into the tub, feeling your muscels relax under the warm water.

“Did you decide what you want to eat?”

You told him he could just order your favourite food and something sweet on the side. He nodded and left the bathroom to give you some time to yourself. When you were done, you pulled on Pedri’s clothes. They smelled like him and you wanted to be as close to him as possible. You went downstairs to find Pedri with a bunch of food,blankets and pillows in the living room.

“The food arrived, I made a little nest here. We can watch something and cuddle” he said, smiling softly. You smiled back, getting in a comfortbale position next to him so you can eat. He waited for you to finish eating before asking you anything else.

“Are you okay?” he asked, letting you get comfortable on his chest and draping a blanket over you.

“I’m much better now, thank you cariño” you said, lifting you head up to give him a kiss. He stroked your hair with one hand, other was holding you tight against him.

“I hate to see you like this but I believe you’ll pull trough. If you want to talk about it, I’m still here”

“No, I just wanna lay in your arms” you replied, snuggling yourself even closer to him, If that was possible.

You were feeling safe like this, in his hold, away from the outside world. Soon, Pedri heard your soft breathing and looked down to see you fell a sleep. He kissed the top of your head gently.

“I love you”

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janicho88 · 1 year

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When It All Falls Apart -Chapter 7

Pairing- Jensen x ex!Padalecki Reader

Word count- 4,826

Warnings- Some language. Dealing with a breakup. Brief discussion of sex. Angst, If I missed something let me know!

A/N-Sorry for the last chapter, but you all had to know it was coming. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural. Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns. Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right? While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere. Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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Thankfully everyone left you alone the day after you returned home. You spent the day in your room curled up in the bed watching movies. Alternating between Hallmark channel and other rom coms which had you arguing with the tv about how relationships really work out.

Tom brings you some goldfish crackers that evening when he thought you might be hungry. You thank him and turn on Disney when he curls up next to you.

“You won’t let me down, will you little man?”

He shakes his head and the crackers he’s chewing spill from his mouth.

“You are just going to make a mess in my bed.”

He nods to that one. With a shake of your head, you start to tickle him. He ends up falling asleep in your room. Jared comes by later and moves him to his own.

Wednesday starts out much the same, but Gen won’t let you stay holed up in your room all day

long.

“Up and at ‘em lady, let’s go. Get moving.”

“I’m good right here. I don’t have anything I’m supposed to do anyways.”

“You had yesterday to lay around, come on. You need to actually leave this room today,” she keeps pushing you. “Go take a shower, or a bath even, that will help get you going.

With a groan you give in and get out of bed. Heading into the attached bathroom Gen calls after you, “Tom and I will be waiting for you downstairs to have breakfast.”

After showering, you throw on some shorts and a t-shirt and put your wet hair up in a bun. You don’t want to make the pregnant woman wait too long for breakfast.

Coming down the steps you hear her and Tom in the kitchen, sounds like he is trying to help her with breakfast. Entering the kitchen you see spilled orange juice on the table, and a bowl of spilled blueberries. Gen is taking a wet shirt off of Tom. Grabbing a washcloth you start cleaning up the table, while she takes care of him.

Jared is already gone for a meeting, so it’s just the three of you sitting down for breakfast once everything is clean.

“What are you taking this weekend?” Gen asks you.

“Taking where?”

“Are you still joining us for the Fourth of July trip, with the rest of your family?”

It takes you a minute to wrap your brain around what she said. “I forgot we are already at the start of July this weekend. I’m not sure what I’ll bring. Do you already have yours planned out?”

“We do, Tom and I are going to go pick some fruits and vegetables Friday so they are fresh for the weekend. We’re going to do a veggie tray and fruit pizza. Jare talked to Jeff, they ordered some meat for the weekend. One of us will pick it up before we leave on Saturday. That way your parents don’t have to deal with it.”

“Sounds good. Is MJ making her potatoes?”

“Yes, along with salad and your mom is making some side salads.”

“Sounds like desserts on me.”

“That’s what we thought, but I wasn’t going to push you into it.”

“Yeah, I’ll figure out something.”

After breakfast you take your computer to the upstairs reading nook and look for ideas; you aren’t exactly in a party mood so you need some inspiration. Tom brings his trucks in the room to play and helps you to pick a few things out to make, jello cookies and cupcakes.

Before you turn off the computer a ding lets you know a new email arrived. Checking you see it’s from Creation, they are confirming your dates for the upcoming convention. Crap, you forgot there was one coming up so soon. You really aren’t ready to think about seeing Jensen yet, especially when there are going to be hundreds of people around. You don’t reply, closing it for now to think about.

Getting down on the floor, you play trucks with Tom for a bit before he tires of that and goes off to find his mom. Jared is back from his meeting, and looking out the back window you see him swimming laps in the pool. You decide he might be the best person to talk to about the upcoming con.

Sitting down at the edge you put your feet in the water waiting for him to finish up. He does about five more laps before he comes to a stop. Wiping the water from his eyes, he turns to look at you.

“Hey, nice to see you out of the bedroom today.”

“Gen didn’t give me a choice.”

“Sounds like my wife. You alright?”

“Eh. I need some advice or your opinion, something I don’t know which.”

He looks slightly confused. “Um, okay.”

“I got the schedule confirmation email from Creation today. Honestly, I forgot about it coming up. I don’t know that I can be there while he is right now. I know it’s still a few weeks away, but running into Jay for the first time with a bunch of fans around…”

“Doesn't sound like the best idea?” he finishes for you.

“Yeah. I don’t want to back out, but I don’t want to be around Sunday.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “You could tell Creation you need to leave this one earlier than normal.”

“Would you be alright with that?”

“Y/N, I’m alright with whatever you need. You’re my little sister, you will always come first for me. So, if you don’t want to go, or need to change the time you are there, tell them.”

“Thanks Jare.”

“No problem,” he tells you with a smirk, and a slight gleam in his eye.

You quickly realize what’s going through his head when he slowly glides through the water toward you. Pulling your legs out of the pool and standing up away from the ledge you shake your head at him. “You are not pulling me in, Mister.”

You hear him laughing as you make your way back inside. The first thing you do is write an email to Creation letting them know you need to make a change. Looking at the clock, you notice it’s almost three. You go downstairs to look for Gen, to see if she cares if you make dinner tonight. You are craving some fettuccine alfredo, it’s a comfort food for you. The rest of the day passes uneventfully, and they let you retire to the quiet of your room after dinner.

When you get yourself around Thursday morning, you head to the store with both yours and Gen’s list for this weekend. As you are walking down the aisle you end up picking up more than you plan on, grabbing jello for the cookies gives you another idea, then one sends you on to the alcohol aisle.

After all the groceries are carried in the house, you get to work. Gen comes in once and looks at all the jello boxes sitting on the counter then turns to you with her eyebrows raised.

“Eight boxes of jello, do you think we’ll need that many cookies?”

“Oh no, only two of them are for cookies.”

“Saving the others for later?”

“Nope 4 are for jello shots, don’t worry I’ll do some non alcoholic for you. The other two are for a jello cake.”

“Alright, need any help?”

“Nope I’m good.”

She checks on you a few times as the day goes on, the third time she finally speaks up.

“Is all of what you are making for this weekend? I thought you were just going to do the jello stuff?”

“I was going to make those cookies and a regular cake or cupcakes, but I kept finding things in the store that gave me ideas. So why not make more? What else am I going to do? Who cares if I stuff my face all weekend?”

She opens her mouth, but closes it again, and leaves without another word. Jared comes in later that afternoon, looks around and walks back out. He goes to find Gen sitting out in the yard with Tom.

“What’s going on in the kitchen?”

“It’s what she's taking with us this weekend. I think she's trying to distract herself. We’re going to need to order takeout tonight. No way I’m going to be able to get in there to make anything.”

“Does she realize there are only ten of us going?”

Gen just shrugs, “what’s she working on now?”

“I think cupcakes.”

“I haven’t seen her make any of those yet. I have seen a cake and a pan of brownies come out of the oven, jello shots go in the fridge and she was mixing three different batches of cookies.”

“She’ll have us all in a sugar coma.”

You finished all the baking on Thursday and spent Friday morning frosting and decorating the cupcakes, cake, and brownies.

That evening you finish packing and take your suitcase downstairs. Jared and Gen are watching a movie in the living room area with Tom sleeping between them.

“Hey guys, I was wondering if I could ask you to do me a favor?”

Jared nods and Gen agrees.

“Could you not say anything to anyone about me and Jensen? I’m not ready for that to come out yet please?”

“You aren’t going to be able to hide it forever,” Jared starts off, but Gen pokes him in the side to stop him.

“But we won’t be the ones to tell them,” she adds.

“Thank you.”

Saturday morning is, well, crazy. Jared takes the half packed car to go pick up the meat, and get more ice for the coolers. Gen is chasing a very energetic Tom around the house trying to get him ready. You are working on packing your SUV. You thought about riding with them, but that would have been one very full car.

By the time Jared returns, your car is ready to go. You take over dealing with Tom, while Gen directs your brother on loading their car. Sadie finds a pile of dirt to go roll in and needs a bath before she can get in the car. Finally, everyone is ready to go. You follow their Suburban out the driveway and down the road.

You have an hour and twenty minute drive to Canyon Lake, to let your mind wander. When this trip was first planned around Christmas time, you had invited Jensen along. He thought he could get away for the weekend, but that was never brought up again once filming started. You wonder what he is up to, did he come home to see his family? Is he up with the cast he is spending so much time with? Is he happier now that he doesn’t have to deal with you?

Thankfully, before you can really work yourself up, you are pulling into the driveway of the house your parents rented for the weeknd. Getting out of the car, you cannot believe how big the place is.

Hearing a door open you see your parents walking out of the house. Tom and Sadie both run up to them. While the vehicles are being unloaded, Jeff and his family pull in the drive. After everyone greets one another, the cars finish being emptied.

Inside your mom is giving out bedroom arrangements. “Y/N, I have you and Jensen in the far bedroom, next to Jared and Gen. When will he be arriving?”

“He isn’t coming. Sorry, I didn’t realize you were expecting him.”

“Oh, okay. Jeff and Mary Jo, you are in the room up here and your dad and I will take the last room with the grandkids.”

“Mom, I can take that room. You two can have the quieter room.”

So your brothers and their wives end up at one end of the house, and you end up on the other with your parents, two nephews and niece. There was a bunk bed in the room you were sharing with the kids and the two boys immediately claimed it. As the oldest grandkid, Tyler, Jeff’s son, declared he should have the top. Katie, was going to sleep in the bed next to yours.

Once the luggage is taken to the rooms, you head down to the kitchen where your mom is already starting to put away the food. Gen and MJ are down to help shortly.

“Goodness, do you think we have enough sweets?” your mom asks as she is unloading the items you made.

“I was on a roll,” you tell her.

The kids are begging to go to the beach by the time everything is put away, so once everyone is changed the group makes the ten minute walk to the beach. Gen and Mary Jo stay on the beach with your parents while you join your brothers and their kids in the water. You tire out before the little ones do, and the guys herd them back to play on the beach for a while. Laying down next to Gen on the big blanket she spread out, your mom starts questioning you.

“So how is Jensen doing?”

“He’s fine, they keep him busy.”

“Does he like the new people he’s working with?”

“Seems to.”

“It’s too bad he couldn’t join us this weekend.”

“Yeah.”

“Hey mom,” Jared calls out, thankfully distracting her for you, “did you see that new exhibit coming to the history museum next month?”

“No, what is it?” she asks him.

The kids take a break from digging in the sand to come sit down and eat a snack before getting their parents up to play with them again. You go between watching Jared and Gen with Tom in the water and Jeff and Mary Jo building a sand castle with their kids. As much as you hate to admit it, there is a tinge of jealousy watching them all. You thought you and Jay were going to have this together sometime soon. Or at least you had hoped, and apparently so did your mother.

“So how long until you and Jensen are chasing a little one of your own around here too?”

“Longer than you think, mom.” Standing up you pick up your things. “I’m going to go back and let Sadie out since she didn’t come with us.

Back at the house, you take Sadie for a short walk before changing and heading into town. It’s not your mom’s fault for asking all those things, she doesn’t know what happened between you and Jensen.

Nothing really catches your eye as you walk through some of the small shops. You pass a grocery store on the way back home, and you decide to stop and grab a bottle of wine. It might be needed to get through this trip or at least tonight. . So will the three bags of groceries you leave with.

When you return Jeff is in the kitchen helping Katie get a drink. “Where did you disappear to?”

“Just ran into town to look around while you were all busy.”

He looks in the bags you set on the counter, “already worried we’ll run out of food?”

“No.”

When you don’t say anymore, just set about putting the groceries away, he goes back outside with Katie. With everything, but what you need out now put away, you get to work. Jared comes in a few minutes later.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing you?”

“Jeff said you went on a shopping spree.”

“Of course he did.”

“Want to talk about anything?”

“Nope. I want to make cornbread to go with dinner.”

He watches you for a minute before he also retreats back outside. With the bread in the oven you pull out the bbq mom had gotten ready earlier and put it in the crockpot to warm up. Seeing the jello shots in there, you take a few out for yourself. Then decide to whip up a nacho dip to have out for a snack. You grab those ingredients back out as Gen makes her way inside. She sits down on one of the stools and watches you.

“I’m fine,” you tell her before she can ask.

“No you aren’t. But I wasn’t going to ask. Do you need any help?”

“I think I’m good. Meats heating up, I made cornbread. I’m not sure what else you guys want out for dinner tonight. Oh, and I’m making a nacho dip.”

“Probably some vegetables or fruit at least,” Gen says, getting up to look in the fridge.

She finds some already cut fruit, puts it into a bowl, and brings the salad out that MJ prepared. She is getting out plates and utensils when your mom enters.

“How are we doing girls?”

“Fine, just getting things out for dinner.” When Gen hears the mixer start she turns to see what you are doing now. The nacho dip you had is ready and sitting on the table. When you finally turn the mix off she asks. “Now what are you mixing up?”

“Garlic spread for the crackers I bought.”

“Isn’t this a lot of food,” your mom questions looking between the two of you.

“Not really. Jared and Jeff are like bottomless pits, mom,” you tell her before grabbing out a box of Ritz.

Gen just shakes her head and holds up her hands. She goes to tell the kids to get washed up, as your mom is getting glasses out for drinks.

“Is everything alright?” she asks.

“Just fine, be better if everyone stops asking me that.”

At the dinner table you end up next to Gen who is helping Tom and across from MJ and Katie. Both kids still need their parents to help them. Tyler is busy telling Jeff and your parents a story. What you don’t see is Jared watching you push the food around your plate from the other side of Tom.

There is a bonfire after dinner with smores, someone across the lake is lighting up fireworks you can see from the yard. You are ready to head inside for some quiet time when the first kid says they are tired. Jared tries to talk to you, but you tell him you are beat also.

You get up and go for a walk the next morning. When you return the rest of the crew is getting ready to go back to the beach. Snacks are packed, kids are sunscreened, and Jared has Sadie ready with her leash. He is taking her so she can play in the water. You tell them all you will be down shortly. Once they leave you sit on the porch, and enjoy the quiet before you have to get yourself down to the water. If you wait too long someone will be looking for you.

The morning at the beach goes much the same as the day before. Playing in the water and sand. Three tired kids ride back in the wagon. Looking for a snack in the kitchen, you decide to make up the pull apart cheese bread you saw online. Remembering it when you were in the store, you grabbed what you needed yesterday.

Jared comes in for a drink and looks at what you are doing. “Is there anything else you plan on making, or are you going to join us out on the deck?”

“Um, I could…”

“We have enough food, come hang out with us.”

“Alright, let me get this in the oven.”

You join the other adults on the porch, you’re sure it won’t be long before your mom has another question about Jensen. To your surprise she doesn’t, neither does anyone else. Jeff and Jared decide to go off on a run, your mom and dad go in to get the steaks ready for tonight. That leaves you with your two sister-in-laws.

Somehow the conversation ends up on sex. You stand up before it gets too far. “Okay I’m out.”

“What? Why?” Mary Jo asks.

“One, it's been way too long, and unlike the two of you, I can’t go upstairs and get the dick tonight when I’m worked up. Two, you’re both sleeping with my brothers. I don’t need to hear this.”

“It couldn’t have been that long for you,” MJ says.

“January, before Jensen left. It’s now July,” you tell her.

“Didn’t you just go see him?”

You sigh and look over at Gen. “What are you giving me that look for? I say tell her. You’re the one keeping it quiet because you think it will ruin the trip,” Gen says.

“What?” MJ questions looking between the two of you.

Taking a deep breath you sit back down. “I wasn’t going to tell anyone, like Gen said. Jay and I broke up last weekend.”

“What?” she screams. “You’re pulling my leg. You two are made for each other.”

You sadly shake your head no. “I just don’t want mom and dad to find out yet.”

"Wow, I can’t believe that. I’m sorry. I won’t say anything to them, but Jeff believes you’re acting weird and keeps asking me what I think is going on.”

“Fine, you can tell him.”

“I’ll let you get back to your conversation, now.”

“Well you totally killed that buzz, it’s time for a new topic,” Gen teases you.

That night while everyone was around the fire out back, even more people around the area were lighting off fireworks.

“Can we do that?” Tom asks his dad.

“I don’t know buddy, we’ll have to wait and see,” your brother says, hiding a grin that makes you think he already bought some fireworks of his own.

You didn’t sleep well that night and are the last one to rise Monday morning. The kids are running around in their red white and blue clothes. Katie has some fancy red and blue ribbons in her hair too. Once again, beach time is on the agenda.

You are drying off from a swim next to Gen when your phone starts beeping. Picking it up you see a notification that Jensen has just posted on Instagram. He doesn’t tend to post a lot so you forgot to change your notification settings for him. Part of you says not to, but you open the app anyways. Instead of scrolling down the homepage you go to his profile.

“Wow,” is out of your mouth before you can even think. You might be upset with him right now, but you can’t help but admire how good he looks in his Soldier Boy suit. That is followed by a snort and a head shake when you read the caption below the picture.

“What is it?” Gen asks.

“Jensen posted the reveal of his Soldier Boy Suit. Probably in celebration of the 4th.” Turning your phone toward her, you show her the picture.

“Not bad Ackles,” Gen agrees, then she also laughs when reading his caption. “I can’t believe he said that.”

“I can believe he said it, just surprised it’s on Instagram for all to see.”

“Did you get to see him in his suit when you went to visit?” You mom asks.

“No, I wasn’t able to go to the set with him,” you answer.

Judging by the look Jeff has on his face, his wife told him of your breakup. You hurry and change the topic before he can say anything. Taking your phone back from Gen, you change the notifications for Jensen, and also the profile picture that had been the two of you. Deciding to go with one of you and your brothers from the day before.

When a break from the sun is needed, the group heads back to the house. The food that is left over is spread out to be picked at as the day goes on. One of the guys finds a corn hole game in the barn and sets that up in the yard. Jared and Gen take on Jeff and Mary Jo first. Your middle sibling wins, and your mom partners with you for the next round.

You and are standing at one end tossing toward them, and trying just as hard to knock each other’s bean bags off, as you are to get them in.

“So if I make this shot, then you’re babysitting Tom Wednesday and Thursday while we’re in LA, okay?”

Of course he makes the shot, then has to celebrate.

“You know, you could have just asked, and I would have said yes, right?”

“Eh, this is more fun.”

Shaking your head, you line up your throw, the game is still close and you would love to beat him.

“Hey,” calls out Jeff just as you are about to let go, causing you to jump and completely miss the board.

“Yes,” you ask, turning to him with a glare.

He just smiles back, “what does one have to do to get in on the free babysitting?”

“Let me move into your house rent free.”

“We have a couch you can have,” he tells you.

“No, no no.” Jared comes and stands in front of you, so Jeff can’t see you. “She’s ours.”

“Jared, get back to your spot,” your mom tells him. “Besides, aren't you going back to Jensen’s when he finishes filming soon?” she asks you.

Your brother next to you, throws his head back and his arms up. “Will you just tell her for pete’s sake?”

“Tell me what?” your mom questions, looking between you two. You and Jared are too caught up in a staring contest to answer her right away.

“Oh fine,” you eventually give in. Turning away from Jared, you face your mom. “Jensen and I broke up last weekend. Our lives are just going in different directions right now.”

Her mouth drops and she just stares at you, not saying a word.

“I think you broke mom,” Jared tells you.

“But you two were so good together. He was already like part of the family, fit in so well. I can’t believe you two broke up.”

“She was really counting on having Jensen as a son-in-law apparently,” Jeff throws out.

“And I’m out. Thank you all.” You toss the last bean bag in your hand down, and walk inside the door slamming behind you.

You head upstairs wishing you had a door to shut for privacy up here. Collapsing, on your bed you stare up at the ceiling. It isn’t long before your mom is standing at the top of the stairs looking at you.

“Yes?” you ask.

“I’m sorry, I was just really surprised to hear that. Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Are you doing alright?”

“I didn’t want to ruin your weekend.”

“You couldn’t ruin my weekend by telling me that. I probably could have made yours better by not asking all the questions about him. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

“I talked to Donna this week, she never said anything.”

“I doubt Jensen even told her. He’s caught up in his new life in Toronto. I just don’t have a place in it anymore.”

Your mom doesn’t say anything, just wraps you in a big hug as you cry once again. She sits with you for a little bit, before you tell her you’re alright and she makes her way downstairs. When dinner is called later, you splash some water on your face and go make an appearance.

After dinner the kids are playing in the yard, their parents watching them. You decide to walk back down to the beach. There aren’t too many people around at this time. Sitting in the sand, up by the waters edge, you enjoy listening to the sound of the waves crashing as they hit shore. The sun slowly starts to set and shades of pink, and orange fill the sky. Before it gets too low, you make your way back to the house.

A fire is already going, the little ones have sparklers they are waving around. Under strict observation, of course. As it gets darker, more fireworks are going off all around the area. Jeff and Jared disappear and come back with a small box of their own fireworks. Tom and Tyler are so excited to see them lit so close to them.

Once the kids are passed out, their dads take them up to bed. You help your mom and sisters-in-law clean up the kitchen. The food is broken down and divided up by who is taking what home. You end up with more of your baked goods going home then you would have liked. Maybe, you did overdo the baking.

Tuesday morning, everyone is up a little earlier than the last few days. After breakfast the cars are packed, and the cabin is straightened back up. When all that is done, you hug your parents and get behind the wheel of your car, to follow your two brothers back to Austin.

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 8

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hypersonic04 · 1 year

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their first fight!! but then they ofc make up and everything okay again 😌

I think your first fight is kind of a big one. You’re super busy with work, and maybe you’ve picked up a few more responsibilities in the department - colleague one-to-one’s, planning the curriculum for the year, etc. You’re very much overwhelmed. You’re in your home office until at least half nine every night, coming downstairs to find Ross with his eyes glued to the football on the TV, a deflated expression on his face when you’re torn away from him for yet another night.

This is the catalyst for your first argument. You’re cleaning up the dishes from dinner, Ross tidying up in the kitchen too, and you briefly mention how you’re going to just finish off some spreadsheets before you go to bed.

“Again?’” he asks as he puts some plates away. You frown. ‘“what do you mean, again?”

“Well, it’s every night, y/n/n. I can’t remember the last time we spent time together properly after work.” he says as he gestures his hand in the air, a bit frustrated now.

You look at him with raised eyebrows, scoffing a bit - “what am I supposed to do, just not do the work?”.

He’s like “yes, y/n! yes! maybe just leave the work for one evening.”

“I can’t just leave it, you know that better than anyone!”

“What, so the work comes before us?” He looks at you with a bit of a sarky laugh, visibly frustrated.

“Do you really think that’s true?” You furrow your brow, eyes stinging a bit.

You stand in silence just kind of looking at each other. He scratches the back of his neck with a huff, and you find yourself biting down on your bottom lip to hold yourself together. You’ve always been the kind to cry when you’re angry or frustrated, so arguing with Ross, of all people, feels even worse.

“I’m sorry I’m such a let down of a girlfriend, Ross, I really am.” You start to ramble as you throw the tea towel down and go to leave the kitchen.

“I never said that, y/n, I-“ but you’ve already gone upstairs and shut the office door. You sit at your desk and take a deep breath, feeling on edge from the way you’d just spoken to each other. You hold your head in your hands for a few seconds, swallowing heavily. It’s Ross - he’s the absolute love of your life, and you’re hurting him, and you hate yourself for it, but you also don’t want to let anyone down at work. I think you probably get through about 10 minutes of work until you decide you’re too stressed to actually do any. You head into the bathroom and start running a bath, hearing him pottering about downstairs, wondering how long he’s been feeling like that, whether he’s still mad at you.

It’s not until you get out of the bath, dressing gown pulled around you and stood doing your skincare in the bathroom mirror, that he knocks at the door. ‘you can come in’. He kind of lingers in the doorway, looking at your teary eyes and red cheeks in the mirror - ‘just wanted to make sure you were okay.’. I think this just sets you off, bottom lip wavering a little as you nod as him perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. He sees immediately, reading you like a book, and his heart breaks at the sight of your little face looking so sad and tired. He’s all like ‘oh, c’mere.’, wrapping his arms around you as you lean into him, his face buried in the fluffy material of your dressing gown. You let yourself cry for a little bit, his hold so strong around you that you reckon you could just let yourself fall and he’d catch you. You pull back from him, your hands on his chest - ‘I’m sorry, I really am. I should’ve been there more, I’ve been distant and I didn’t mean to and-‘ - and the whole time he’s shaking his head, watching as your brows furrow and you sniffle. He apologises to you too - ‘no, no, you don’t need to say sorry. I should’ve known you were stressed, and i made it about me.’, his eyes so big and brown and visibly upset that you’re feeling like this, that he’s feeling like this. It’s basically the two of you stood in the bathroom, your arms around each other, apologising. He brushes your wet hair away from your face, rubbing his thumbs back and forth on your arms. Like you said, anon, everything ends up okay again - you end up getting into bed at 9pm, cuddled as close as you can, watching a movie like you normally do, but talking over the whole thing. I think you do a bit more than talking, making up with each other properly, and yeah, you’re exhausted at work the day after, but you’re so much better now you’re on the same page. I think you’re so much more aware of balancing work and home, and Ross recognises how stressed you get and tries to help you where he can.

#ross macdonald #the 1975 #1975 band #fanfic #matty healy #adam hann #george daniel #matty the 1975 #asks #teacher ross

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tearfallpixie · 9 months

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Oblivious - Part 5: Bubble Baths

Tags: @nerdraging4point0 @thesazzb @synthetic-wasp-570 @circle-with-me @beaker1636 @itsjustemily @witchyweeb34 @agravemisstake @cookiesupplier @cncohshit @faceless-mirror @nonamessblog @yournecessaryevil @black-damask1999

I didn’t know how to address what happened with Chris, so we went about the rest of the trip pretending it didn’t happen, but I guess he didn’t know I heard him, so it was easy for him. Two days later and we were on the flight back home to Scranton. I wanted to stay longer in Florida but unfortunately I had to get back to reality.

“Do we have to go home?” I asked sadly.

“We do but we’ll be better about taking our vacations together. I think we needed this.” I hummed in agreement and tucked my head into his shoulder.

“I hurt.” I whined, rubbing at my arm that was covered by a long sleeve soft shirt.

“Maybe next time don’t fight me about putting on sunscreen.” I pouted up at him but he only kissed my forehead before going back to the new song he was working on. When we returned home I stepped out of the plane to see Rick waiting for us and ran full tilt towards him. “Careful!” Chris called but it was too late. Ricky wrapped his arms around me tightly and I yelped as he squeezed just a little too hard. He instantly let me go and pulled up my sleeves with a frown.

“Chris! You were supposed to take care of her!” My boyfriend complained.

“I did… I tried. Its not my fault that shes stubborn.” The singer complained.

“Don’t I know it. Come on baby girl. Lets get you home and soaking in a bath.” Rick wrapped his arm around my waist gently and we went to collect our bags before heading out to his car. He got me situated in the front seat as Chris loaded our bags into the trunk and climbed into the back seat. “So how was Florida?”

“It was amazing. I got to see Shae! Justin and Chris got us a private beach for the day and it was amazing.” I gushed and my boyfriend grinned at my excitement.

“That would be where the sun burn came from, I assume?” He teased me.

“Yeah, but it was worth it!” I defended. He shook his head in unbelieving and focused on the rest of the drive to Chris’ place.

“Go get some rest love bug. I’ll see you in a few days.” The singer kissed my cheek through the open window before standing to his full height and stepping back. “Take care of her Horror.”

“I haven’t gone by that in years asshole.” Rick yelled after Chris’ retreating form.

“Whatever. You’ll always be that little boy who joined us 10 years ago.” Chris smirked over his shoulder as he disappeared into his house.

“Jerk.” Rick mumbled, but his smile told me he wasn’t actually bothered. “Your place or mine?”

“I need fresh clothes.” I pointed out, tugging at my grimy airplane clothes.

“You left some at my place before you left for the trip.” He offered. I had forgotten that I had left an outfit there one time so I nodded.

“Your place is better.” I agreed. As we drove back to his place I thought about what happened with Chris three nights ago and debated whether or not I should bring it up with Ricky. Ultimately I decided not to because I didn’t want to cause any issues between him and the singer. It wasn’t like Chris had tried to pull any moves on me either so there was no reason to worry.

“I have aloe bubble bath too so that might make your skin feel better.” He said when we got back to his place and he was pulling my bag out of his trunk. I nodded wordlessly, my exhaustion from the travel catching up to me. “Come on baby girl. Lets get you inside.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and dropped my bag inside his door before leading me upstairs to the bathroom. He sat me on the toilet seat and started the hot water before pouring the muscle relaxer aloe combo.

“Rick, you really don’t have to do this.” I mumbled.

“I want to baby. Chris spent all week pampering you in Florida and now its my turn.” He kissed the top of my head before helping me stand up and step into the tub. It was deeper than a normal tub so the water actually covered up to my shoulders, perfectly soaking into all of my sore muscles. “Come find me once you are done. Ok?” I nodded and leaned up to kiss him quickly, loving him a lot in that moment.

I soaked in in the hot water for 20 minutes, loving the way that the aloe seeped into my raw skin and softened it up again. I hadn’t expected to get as sunburned as I did but I guess I wasn’t as careful as I thought. I was drifting off a bit when there was a ding from my phone signaling I got a text message.

Oreo: Are you relaxing pumpkin?

C: Yeah Ricky made me a bubble bath, its so nice.

I took a pic from my chest up that had me covered in bubbles and sent it to him with a smirk emoji.

Oreo: Fuck love bug, you cant send me shit like that. You look delicious.

C: Ooops?

I let out a giggle and set my phone to the side so that I could stand up and towel off. Once I was dry I wrapped it around my chest and stepped out into the hall to go down to Ricks room. On his bed was my lingerie that I had left here last time and one of his oversized shirts that I knew would easily hang down to my thighs. I rolled my eyes and got dressed before retrieving my phone and heading downstairs to the kitchen where I could hear my boyfriend moving around. As I got closer to the bottom floor I could smell the delicious scent of lasagna invading my nose so I bolted the rest of the way to the kitchen in time to catch him pulling it out of the oven.

“Ricky, that smells amazing.” I exclaimed. He pulled the hot hands off and dropped them to the counter. I had known him for 10 years and not once did I know that he knew how to cook. He usually left it to me which I didn’t mind but this was still a shock.

“It’s a premade dish.” He blushed in embarrassment.

“Baby, Vinny can burn cup mac and cheese so let me be impressed.” That made him let out a deep laugh.

“I’ve stayed at Vinny’s place enough to know he’s competent in the kitchen.” He pulled a couple of plates out of the cabinet and handed them to me so I could set them on the table.

“Then that fucker is holding out on me. Guess I’ll have to crash on his couch one night and force him to feed me.” I joked, dancing around the table and putting on some music on the speaker. Ricky gave me a look of amusement as he dished up the lasagna.

“Careful, you’ll make the fans jealous if they think you’re dating him too. You already have Chris and I under your thumb.” I rolled my eyes and took a seat at the table.

“The fans are nuts.” They were the ones that insisted Chris and I were dating the most and these days it just made me laugh. I guess it made sense with the way he and I always did everything together or how I was always clinging to him. Some of them had caught us at Disney together on numerous occasions too.

“They aren’t that bad once you get use to them.”

“You’re just saying that because you like when they flirt with you.” I smirked. Ricky always seemed so reserved and chill when it came to the fans but I knew for a fact that he loved the attention. He knew he was good looking and he used it to his advantage all the time.

“Maybe, but I have the only girl I want so it doesn’t matter to me.” His hand took mine in his and he squeezed it tightly making me melt.

“I love you idiot.” I mumbled. We had been only dating for 3 weeks now but I had been crushing on him for years so I didn’t feel any shame saying those words that quick.

“I love you too, baby girl.” He said. With a glance up at him I saw a soft smile on his face and I knew I had made a good choice.

#motionless in white #miw band #chris cerulli #chris motionless #Ricky Olson #ricky olson fanfic #chris cerulli fanfic

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runawaymarbles · 1 year

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Hi I am here Asking About Your Parents' Bunnies as requested

🐇💕💕

(For those who didn't see it: i reblogged a poll that asked people whether they got their pets from breeders, pet stores, shelters or somewhere else.)

The Story Of My Parents' Bunnies goes thusly:

🐇when he was a grad student, after he met my mom but before they were dating, my father got a baby bunny he named Roxanne. I don't know where from; my guess is a pet store. He then proceeded to call my mom and say that he had a baby bunny, did she want to come meet her?

🐇🐇 my mom did in fact want to meet my dad's baby bunny. Fast forward several years and they are married and going to an annual Christmas party. The host's son-- since moved out-- had a bunny named Roger, who lived on his parents' deck. My mom, who is not fond of crowds, would spend the party out on the deck talking to the bunny. One year the hosts just sent Roger home with her.

🐇🐇eventually Roxanne died. Roger was very mopey about it, and my parents thought he was depressed. So they got another bunny from a shelter of some kind (I believe) and named him Zoloft. I did not get this joke for another ten years.

🐇🐇🐇at the time there was an amazing rabbit vet nearby, who was also the vet for the buns at the Rabbit Rescue. "They have this cute bunny named Timmy," the vet told my mom. "You should really meet Timmy." My mother, of course, went to visit Timmy, and held him for a while. She was relaying this to my dad who said something like "wait, you were HOLDING Timmy???" as he realized that no matter what she claimed, Timmy was definitely coming to live with us. Timmy came to live with us. He is best remembered for walking (not hopping) on linoleum and eating animal crackers.

🐇🐇Zoloft died somewhere in here, idr exactly when

🐇🐇🐇There was a also a little grey bunny at the Rabbit Rescue that ended up coming home around that time; my mom named her Elizabeth Cady Stanton because she "lived in a male-dominated hutch." Cady was very sweet until she was spayed and after that she was kind of a jerk tbh. But we loved her.

🐇🐇🐇🐇 my mom is something similar to a social worker, and when I was in first grade, the mom on one of her cases was arrested. She went over there to help figure out where all the kids could stay, and discovered they had a bunny in a little cage, with no food. (The family had themselves rescued this bunny from the upstairs neighbor, who kept him in a hamster ball.) So when my mom got all the kids sorted she also got the bunny sorted. By taking it with her.

Ben was referred to as "the dependent bunny" by the office for the rest of forever. The office was Not Thrilled. But the kids weren't able/that interested in taking care of him: I don't know what happened, exactly, but my mom stayed on the case and Ben lived with us until he died ten years later.

That bunny was a genius and a chaos gremlin. He knew exactly where he wasn't supposed to be and dedicated his time to getting into them. One of his greatest hits was pushing an empty cardboard box up against the baby gate, using it as a step, clearing the baby gate and eating my homework.

^This is Ben towards the end of his life when he started to need baths.

🐇🐇🐇Roger and Timmy died (Roger was 12!! Timmy was only 5. Sob.) so it was just Ben and Cady at home when my mom met yet another bunny at the Rabbit Rescue when she went in to collect her usual 40 pound bag of litter. She had one stand-up ear and one floppy ear and head butted my mom when she stopped petting her and you all know where this is going but could you say no to this face??

Neither could my mom. This was Daisy Mae. We didn't meet a bunny Ben couldn't get along with until her. My dad had to build a new bunny condo with a divider down the middle. After Cady died we spent years trying to get Ben and Daisy to live together; it worked for a little while, but they had a tumultuous and bloody divorce that in separate incidents sent each of them to the vet and my mother to the ER.

🐇🐇🐇 A year or so after The Divorce, my friend called me up to say that her sister had adopted a bunny for 4H, but also wanted to show him at ARBA, and he didn't qualify for both so she was going to adopt this one out and get a different bunny....... and did we want to come meet this one? "We are not bringing him home," my mother said. "We are definitely not bringing him home." "That's okay," said my friend's mom. "We can just take him to the humane society." ...anyway, my mom named the bunny Lionel Messi because he was a) a lionhead b) fast as fuck and c) a slob.

(^ Lio circa 2015)

🐇🐇🐇🐇PJ Funny Bunny and Smokey the Hare came from the animal shelter my mom started buying litter from after she had a falling out with the woman who owned the Rabbit Rescue. In a truly smooth move by the owner, when we came by to say hi to the two bunnies that had come in, the owner said "oh I thought you were taking them with you" when we tried to leave empty-handed. My mom kind of bluescreened for a minute and...the rabbits ended up in the car. PJ Funny Bunny was so named because he didn't like carrots, and Smokey was grey and we thought we were funny. Neither of them lived more than a couple years after that but we aren't going into the sad parts of this story thankyouverymuch. PJ had a pedigree, which we always thought was hilarious. We pretended he was a snob about it.

🐇🐇🐇 Frankie came from that same shelter a couple years later. He'd had a bladder infection, which my mom had noticed and brought to the attention of the owner: You Won't Believe What Happened Next. We named him Frankie because he had blue eyes. This bunny was an absolute delight. This was the spring before my freshman year of college, and I seriously contemplated bringing him with me since my parents were not sold on an additional bunny at the time. I didn't, which was good, because he pretty much keeled over right at the beginning of my freshman year. (We stopped going to that shelter after that, given the track record.)

(^Frankie)

🐇Daisy died around that same time, so then my parents just had Lio, and they were thinking, maybe Lio will be the last bunny. Frankie's death was pretty devastating, and I wasn't living at home anymore and they wanted to travel, and it's easier to get a pet sitter for a dog than a bunny, and the bunny hutch takes up a big chunk of the kitchen they maybe they wanted to use for other things.

🐇🐇They lived under this illusion for several years, until one of their friends said that their neighbors had found a baby dutch bunny under a car on the street. Due to the timing we think he was an Easter bunny that got dumped a couple months later. "We will only keep it if it's a girl," my parents said, because that would make it more likely that the bunny would get along with Lio. The bunny was not a girl. "We will only keep him if he gets along with Lio," they said. The bunny did not get along with Lio. They kept him anyway. His name is Tricksy Belted, a play on Trixie Beldon, because he's a belted dutch bunny. He is the sweetest bunny in the word and that is a scientific fact.

🐇🐇A few weeks after Lio died (at age, like, 11) my parents thought that maybe Tricksy should have a friend. So in 2020 just before lockdown they went and got a bunny On Purpose for the first time since they adopted Zoloft in 1998. Her name is Tosh, and she came from a rabbit rescue that got shut down in 2023 for being crazy overcrowded.

And that's where we are currently.

#asks #bunnies #pets #my family #this is much longer than I thought it'd be #the important thing to know is that the fruit bowl lives on top of the bunny hutch #and they do demand a banana tax #op #anons

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pbandjesse · 2 months

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Goodness gracious I am tired. Today was a pretty perfect day off. I am feeling really happy but I also just really on to go to sleep.

I slept okay. I woke up early and was feeling nice. I would scroll on my phone for a few minutes. But then j would get dressed and felt cute in my new outfit. I also felt like my hair didn't feel nice. I would brush it later but I knew I would be out in nature this morning so I wasn't to concerned about it.

James suggested we go out on the lake early so we can avoid the worst of the heat. My husband is so smart. We would wear our bathing suits and got ice water and our kayak and we're in our way.

When we got there we got a good parking spot. I was in a great mood despite it already being 90 degrees. I put together the oars and inflated the seats while James inflated the boat itself.

It was much more sturdy this time. James did a good job. I would bring an umbrella on the boat with me and it was such a good move.

Almost as soon as we got in the water I decided I didn't want my seat. And took that down and uninflated it storing it in the front. I would end up just laying side ways with my feet in the water and my umbrella in my hands. James was paddling us all over. They were sweating and having the best time exercising. And I was living my best life luxuriating and just hoping everyone who saw us got a little laugh about the dynamic. We were both just really happy. I told James stories from living on Playwicki and swimming throughout my teens and just how much I loved living there.

We were out on the water for more then an hour. We would get a little stuck at times

And I tried to take over rowing but in being silly I was doing it to make the boat go to the side. We were giggling and being silly. And I was really happy.

I could have stayed down there all day honestly. Even when the sun was to bright and I needed my umbrella. I was having a blast. You aren't supposed to swim there though. To deep, not safe. So no swimming today. And once James was out of water it was time to head back.

Getting out of the water was a little dangerous. I was a little wobbly. But we did it and while James's water bottle fell in the water they were able to get it and no one lost anything. Excellent.

When we got back to the car I took apart the oars and uninflated the seats. I would take off my bikini bottoms and changed back into shorts. James would get dressed too. I got my phone from the car and had a missed call from my dad.

I would call him and we chatted for a bit. About health and how there are no natural lakes in Maryland. It was nice to hear his voice.

Me and James would go to lunch at Pepe's. James breakfast and I got a grilled cheese. They told me about the tour de France and different types of football. I asked about timezones. It was a nice time.

We would make a stop at Canton crossing before we went home. We went to Michaels for me to get a double glass frame to try my stained glass paint. And then we went to target to get James something. We would accidently lose eachother in the store but James found me and we would pay and go home.

When we got back here it was very hot. I would spend some time cleaning the frog tank and tidying up the turtle tank. Moving some stuff around and moving the dirt. Giving him some enrichment.

We would clean the house a bit. Ruby was sent upstairs to vacuum. We would clean the floors downstairs and put away things around the first floor. It was nice. I love when the house is out together.

I would work on my stained glass project while James went to do laundry. I put a piece of paper between the glass and did the "leading" first. And would wait a few hours for that to dry before I would start filling the shapes with color.

I would have a snack on the couch and work on my knitting. I got 3 squares done and when I counted I have 55 squares now! Amazing. And since they are double sided it's actually 110! I am making great time honestly. It's a long process.

James would come home and worked on hanging out dried flowers in the kitchen and I'm so happy. They look so good. I love how our living room and kitchen space is. I can't wait the get more of our projects done.

James would go to the grocery store. And would make me pasta for dinner. Which was beautiful and tasted great. I did add more sauce because I wanted to dip my bread and also it was very hot from being baked so the cold sauce brought it to a more reasonable temperature. And it was very very good. I appreciate that they changed the way they cook the noodles to the way I like them. They love me so much and I love them so much.

After dinner we're just chilling in the couch. Eventually Brandon would come over to watch House of the dragon. And they set up their projector and sheets up and that's where they are now.

I would come upstairs and packed some clothes for the week because I'm trying to stay the majority of the week. Even thought I don't actually want to. I think I will benefit because of the sewing project. But I am still anxious about it.

I am going to take a shower soon. And get ready for bed. I am fighting closing my eyes. And I have a long week at camp starting tomorrow!!

It will be a good day. I will get rest. And I hopefully not be to overheated. It's going to be very hot the next few days.

I hope you all sleep well. Take care of eachother. Goodnight!!

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aajjks · 3 months

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aww poor baby 🥺

mommy issues!JK

you knew this jungkook would find out sooner or later so you tell your curious fiancé the same thing you told your friends and let’s just say, he isn’t too convinced that same random person took your ring. “you’re thinking too deeply about it, jungkook” you say as you brush his messy bangs away from his face to get a better look at him. “i’ll just wear a band. right now, we just need to focus on getting better”

if only it was that easy.

“i’m gonna finish getting moon’s bedroom together. i’ll be upstairs if you need anything, okay?” you press a kiss to jungkook’s cheek before tiredly heading upstairs to put the finishing touches on your daughter’s bedroom and all you can say is: wow.

the ceiling is painted with stars that glow in the dark when the lights turn off and her whole room is designed like the midnight sky with her name on the wall. you can’t wait for jungkook to get better so the three of you can take family pictures together.

technically, you’re supposed to be sleeping but lately, you’ve been struggling to sleep for more than 4 hours throughout the night. that horrific night haunts you, moon’s cries doesn’t give you the chance of trying to get more shuteye, and seol is officially out of school which means he’s home all day and starts his day at an early 8 in the morning.

postpartum? you don’t have time for postpartum! you’ve got two kids and a husband to take care of and ‘you time’ will just have to wait.

by the time you’re finished with moon’s room, the clock reads 7:45AM and you’re happy that jungkook seems to be doing okay with moon. you head back downstairs and start to make breakfast for everyone all while using your breast pump to pump more milk for the rest of the day.

usually it’s jungkook who’s in charge of the cooking but you’ve no problem switching those positions for him. you make blueberry waffles, smoked sausage, and cut up some fresh fruit for both of your boys. at 8 exact, seol rushes downstairs to give his father a big hug. “morning daddy!!” he cheers before pressing a gentle kiss to his sleeping sister’s head and lastly, giving you a big hug as well.

“hi bubba!! go sit at the table for breakfast”

“okeyy!!! can we watch transformers?”

transformers??

“blame your father for that. now seol is into transformers, sonic, and—,”

“THE AVENGERS!!!!”

“yeah that” you laugh as you finish making both jungkook’s and seol’s plates before placing them on the table. “i’ll take moon and give her a bath. go eat okay?” ignoring jungkook’s protests, you take the sleeping infant from her father’s arms and head upstairs to give the sleeping infant a bath while seol and jungkook sit and eat their food.

meanwhile…

“how could you do something so reckless!!!” curses mr. jang who continues to scream and curse at nara with her head hung low in shame. “you had one job—ONE and you could even do that right. you could’ve gotten yourself killed and the baby is still alive!”

“QUIET!!” says another voice. “our plan may not have been successful but we still have a chance. instead of trying to split them let’s just pit them against each other”

“how?”

“easy. i’ve got an idea and this time it will work and when it does” the person tosses nara the diamond ring, your diamond ring.

“jungkook will be all yours”

“he literally hates me. he’ll never be mine”

“all jungkook needs is one sliver of doubt about y/n and that’s it. trust me, i know my son”

“are you sure this will work, jae-eon?” asks mr. jang who takes a closer look at the mischievous man.

“i know it will”

~🫧

After breakfast, you help Jungkook bathe and help him with other things, as you do that- he can’t help but appreciate you even more, his heart is aching.

He’s basically useless right now… you’ve been going back and forth with the children and Jungkook. After being done with the shower, you change his bandages, he just can’t help but watch you.

You’re such a sweet woman, your kindness has his heart melting- he chose the right one. You’re the only woman who he will marry and make his wife forever.

You help him dress up, and you also take the liberty to do his hair for him. Jungkook is unable to speak because your care has him speechless. No one has ever cared for him like this.

“Y-Yn please… you’re so sweet.” He stops you- taking the hairbrush from your hands and he gently pulls you closer. “I-I love you so so much.” He kisses the corner of your mouth.

“I-I promise I’ll get better soon… I’ll take the weight off your shoulders.” He whispers, looking directly into your eyes.

No one can understand what he’s going through right now because he’s so used to being independent and doing everything for him by himself and it sucks to be dependent on someone-especially you because he wanted to take care of you and not the other way around.

He’s like a burden to you right now.

“Go rest now please… moonie is sleeping and Seol is watching tv. So sleep I can walk and my hand is able to move a little- I’ll take care of them- and I even know wheee you’ve put her bottles. You know I have a very good experience of taking of an infant all on my own…”

He’s rambling… out of embarrassment.

“Just rest please…” he begs you.

#ask: mi!jk #poor Jungkooks dilemma…#ALSO OH MY GOD #WHAT THE FUCKKK I KNEW IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE #no time for any postpartum..#I cannot help but think about how easy it would be for them to ruin the relationship relationship #Like how they can use the fact that you’re actually seol’s stepmother and they can use it to plant seeds of doubt

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msjr0119 · 1 year

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This Life

The majority of characters belong to Pixelberry from The Royal Romance/Heir.

Series warnings ⚠️: Adult language, sexual.

Based on the Netflix series- Sex/life. Some situations are based on canon.

Tags: Because I’ve been gone MIA in like forever I don’t know who’s here anymore 🙈… so I’m not tagging specific people.

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School psychologists aren't supposed to write books or diaries about sex. Doing so would be considered 'unethical' and 'a fireable offense'. Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.

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January 3rd

New year. New start? No. Same shit, different year. It hasn’t always been ‘bad’ though.

There was a time in my life where I was; wild, fun, happy. I was living the time of my life. As if there was no tomorrow. No worries. Anxiety- what anxiety? No sleep. It didn’t matter to me. Caffeine was my best friend as well as Liv. Both getting me through each day. Thinking back to those days- I was vulnerable. The reason why… HIM.

The man who has not been named ‘out loud’ in nearly a decade. However, just recently the memories keep flooding in my mind. I’m not sure why? As much as I try to erase them, they return immediately. Today I spent the afternoon vacantly staring at my child as he caused chaos around me. Typical toddler, some may suggest. My boy- he was…is, a blessing. To begin with, I wasn’t sure if I could be a mother. Half of the time, I’m surprised that I’ve managed to look after myself all of these years. Motherhood- that was never a high priority in my future when I imagined my fairytale life in my adolescence. Honestly, my only goal in life was to achieve my PHD in Psychology. Oh, how that went ‘tits up’.

My husband- he was my saviour five years ago. Most of our close friends and family assumed that Nate was just a rebound. Deep down, I probably believed that too back then. However, he proved everyone wrong- including myself. For the last five years he’s provided for me but for also for Preston. Most people would think that I sound ungrateful for the life that I have. Maybe I am?

The majority would dream for what I have; the wonderful house outside the city. The opportunity to not have to work for now- the life of a typical housewife. The privilege to own nice yet expensive cars due to Nate’s promotion. And not forgetting the support from Preston’s nanny- Ioana. Why isn’t all of this enough for me? I often think…What if, I had never agreed to that coffee date with Nate on our first meeting? Would my life have been any different? Could I have rekindled with the man who made me feel invisible- electrified? The intimacy with him. God, I miss it. I miss him. Back then, I was caught up in the euphoria of the moment. ‘For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, to love and cherish, until parted by death’ I keep reminding myself about the vows that we made- ‘I am happily married’. But, is that true?

“Shit!” Looking at her watch, Riley realised that the day had rapidly disappeared. Nate could be returning home at any point.

“Mommy, you….”

“I know, Preston. I’m sorry I said a naughty word.” Scrutinising the mess surrounding them- Riley deleted all of what she had noted down, before rushing around like a headless chicken in her night wear still. Hearing the door open, she panicked slightly before recognising the familiar face. Phew.

“Excuse me, Miss Riley- but your sister and Mr Liam have just got here. I can take Preston for his bath if you’d like?”

Shit.

“Erm, Ioana- let them in, I’ll quickly run upstairs and make myself decent. Preston, honey- why don’t you show Ioana the train track that we made earlier on? It’s amazing isn’t it?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

“I don’t know why they are here?!” Ioana provided a soft smile towards Riley as she mouthed this and guested that she would be one minute.

Running back downstairs dodging the washing and stray toys, Riley realised that she had two missed calls and voicemails.

Hey, girl.

Sorry I didn’t return your call earlier on. It’s been a busy crazy day. I’m back in the city- you sounded a bit upset on the voicemail. Meet up, tomorrow? Let me know.

Hello beautiful,

Just to let you know, I’m running slightly behind tonight. Emergency meeting with Katrina and ‘the big boy bosses’. I hopefully won’t be too long. I will grab some food at work- just see to yourself and Preston. Love you.

“Nothing new there, then. Working late again wasn’t expecting that at all- oh silly, me. He’s probably so far up her arse…..”

“Riley.” Lindsey shouted interrupting her sisters negative thoughts regarding her husband and his new boss.

“Hey guys. Sorry about the mess. Erm… it was Nate’s first day back at work and myself and Preston are still in the holiday mood. We still need to get back into the normal routine… anyway…. What are you doing here?” Lindsey and Liam gave each other a look- they both didn’t know how to ‘sweet talk’ the discussion that they needed to have with Riley.

“Well… we haven’t seen you since Christmas. So we thought that we’d pay you a visit.”

“It was less than two weeks ago, we’ve gone months without seeing each other before.”

“Erm…” Lindsey stuttered which encouraged Liam to continue the conversation. “Well we know that Nate is working longer hours now- we know that you have Ioana for company but if you wanted a different change of scenery…. We are here. Always.” Focusing her attention towards her sister instead of Liam - Lindsey provided a sheepish smile towards Riley.

“Linz you’ve always been a rubbish liar. What’s the real reason as to why you’ve spontaneously shown up here?”

“Ioana, are you okay looking after Preston for a couple of extra hours whilst we take Riley to the city? Mommy’s night off. I believe she deserves it?”

“Of course, Mr Liam. That is no problem. I agree, Miss Riley should go and enjoy herself.”

****

New York is a city of diversity and dynamism. As well as a city of politics, economy and culture. Even though I don’t live within the city anymore- this is home. The natural feeling of ‘home’ occurs every time that I enter the city. Each corner has a different story to tell. Mixed emotions. Memories both bad and good that will last a lifetime.

To begin with- Riley kept looking over her shoulder in the bars that the trio had entered. Was there some hope that she could see him? If there was to be an unexpected meeting she wasn’t quite sure on how to react. Due to anxiety and nerves - Riley began to take advantage of the alcohol as well as the child free night. The last known location for the man in question was California. Because of this she began to let her hair loose - something which pleased Lindsey but also worried her at the same time.

“Liv’s flat is literally next door. I’ll just go and surprise her and see if she wants to join us, okay?”

“Okay, we’ll get you both a drink. Gin and tonic?” Liam asked.

“No, make it two JD and cokes. It’s what myself and Liv always had during our… fun… days. Nights. Mornings…. I’ll be two minutes.”

“Liam- JD and coke, minus the JD for Ri.” Lindsey whispered to her husband, as they watched Riley enter the flat safely.

“I think she will need a coffee rather than fizzy pop to attempt to conceal the alcohol consumption from Nate. When Riley returns with or without Liv we are telling her the truth, Linz. Olivia will be the extra support that she may require.”

****

“Surprise!”

“Ri… what are you doing here? I suggested to meet up tomorrow on the voicemail.”

“Yeah I know, but….” Stumbling against the wall, Olivia stepped out quickly shutting the door quietly.

“Are you drunk?”

“No! Maybe. Only, slightly.” Shrugging her shoulders, she knew that Nate would berate her for being in this position. However, she didn’t care for now.

“Anyway Linz and Liam sort of dragged me out to the city- because I can never get out, I thought you could join me- us. Like old times…. But obviously old times were just you and I. It’ll be fun though…. I need to talk to you anyway…. I’ve been having these weird dreams. Memories keep rushing back of me and him….” Before Riley could continue with her word vomit - Olivia prevented her from continuing.

“Now isn’t a good time….I’m still jet-lagged from Paris. Tomorrow would better, honey. For me. I can come to you… or you could come back to the city with Preston. Whichever is easier….”

“Who’s Preston?” Standing frozen as if she had seen a ghost, Riley’s brain began to shrivel and not function properly. “I’m assuming he’s the new lucky man in your life?” Not responding to the questions- Riley couldn’t distinguish reality from fantasy.

“It’s good to see you, Brooks.”

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It’s all about her (Tom Hiddleston, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan & X reader one shot)

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A/N: I apologise profusely for the very long delay as of late. Things don't always go as planned as work and life do tend to keep you busy at times, but hopefully things will pick up again. Yet thank you for everyone waiting so patiently for me to write their prompts. Speaking of prompts, they will be temporarily closing on June 25th 2023.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one and the slight changes I made to the prompt x

Prompt request by Bellamagic22 on A03: Hope im not too late to prompt! Been in anticipation for months!

Prompt: Tom and reader GF is taking a relaxing bath. They start kissing as she's stroking him and he's fingering her. Sebastian Stan and Chris interrupt because Tom was suppose to meet them. They yank Tom and GF out of the bath and touch and kiss their bodys (Evans X Tom Sebastian X GF) Chris and Sebastian strip off their wet cloths and throw Tom and GF on the bed and take turns screwing their brains out.

Summary: Tom and his girlfriend find themselves enjoying some alone time together, while Tom was meant to meet up with Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan for coffee. What his girlfriend didn’t expect was that Chris and Sebastian would join them or for her to enjoy it either.

Warnings: Fingering, hand job, sex, masturbation, strong language, mentions of past m/m/m relationship, f/m relationship, nudity, dirty talk and strip tease

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"Darling, I'm home!" Tom called cheerily, as he stepped in through the front door and he set down a brown paper bag of baked goods on the side table beside the door, but you hadn't replied to him. "Darling?!" He calls again, as he shuts the door behind him. Yet you still didn't reply even though he waited a little longer this time, as he took off his jacket and hung it up on the hooks.

However seeing as it was twice now that you hadn't replied to him his eyebrows frown. He could have sworn you were still at home, because you never said you were going anywhere while he went out getting you both breakfast. Albeit he suddenly heard a thump coming from upstairs which imminently caught his attention so he sprinted up to check on you. His heart was racing out of fear that you might be hurt. Although as soon as he got upstairs he noticed the bathroom door was open whilst all the other doors were closed. He knew that's where you must be. He just hoped you were alright.

"Darling, are you alright?!" He calls once more, as he heads towards the bathroom. Yet again you failed to answer him which only worries him even more.

Tom soon pops his head around the opened bathroom door and yet to his surprise he finds you in a bubble bath with your AirPods in and your eyes closed. He ends up coming face to face with your face contoured in a look of pleasured expressions, along with soft moans escaping your lips as you masturbate in the bathtub. Clearly he's no longer worried about you after seeing you like this and you still haven't a clue that he's even home yet. Although he does spot the bottle of bubble bath on the floor, which he realises must have been what he heard from downstairs, and it gave him some more relief too. Of course he was enjoying the sight of you masturbating when he got over the initial shock when he saw you. Yet the longer he watched the closer he approached you with quiet footsteps, his breath slightly getting heavier, as well as him feeling himself getting excited just from watching you. He then quietly sat down on the edge of the bath tub just to get a closer look at you pleasuring yourself. Once he was confident that you were still too busy to notice his presence, he reached down into the water and a sly smirk spread across his lips, then he processed to lightly caress your leg.

You imminently stopped pleasuring yourself and jumped a bit, as your eyes flew open after you felt something that wasn't there before, and you see Tom trying to look innocent with his hands up in surrender. "Christ, Tom!" You say, as you removed your AirPods due to him catching you off guard like that, but your reaction only caused him to laugh once the innocence was gone. "You ass!" You added with a slight chuckle escaping your lips and a playful eye roll to accompany it.

"Ehehe, I'm not even gone long and you can't keep your hands off yourself." Tom teases and sees a light pink hue to your cheeks.

"Shut up!" You say childishly and splashed water at him a little. "I was horny and you weren't here, okay?" You added with an embarrassed chuckle.

"Alright, I'll admit I've masturbated too when I've been away from you for extended periods." He says, as his own cheeks heat up slightly too after admitting that to you, yet he quickly clears his throat before he continues speaking. "What were you listening to anyway?" He asks curiously as he tries to turn the conversation back onto you.

You bite your bottom lip nervously as the light hue of your cheeks seemingly darkening now and you've suddenly gotten a little shy too. Tom always enjoyed the sight of you when you got flustered and your sudden shyness right now is a rarer sight to behold these days. At least compared to when you first started dating two years ago, but when the occasion aroused when your shyness returned that just reminded him how cute that part of you is. Which is exactly what was happening right now. He chuckled as he reached his hand to your face and then he softly caressed your cheek.

"You can tell me, love." He says softly whilst he continues to caress your cheek.

"IwaslisteningtoHigh-Rise." You say quickly. Yet he was barely able to catch your muffled and rushed words as they seemed to rush into one.

"What?" He asks with a soft chuckle, as he stops caressing your cheek and you see a slight confused glint in his eyes.

"I-I was listening to High-Rise." You say more slowly and your flustered cheeks remain.

A quick flash of surprise crosses his face and then it is replaced by one of a sly smirk accompanied by a cheeky wink. Of course he knows how much you love the sound of his voice. Actually there have been times where you had asked him to read to you for that very same reason. Also there's been times when he would tease you and purposely say things in a certain way just so he could tease you simply by the sound of his voice.

"My voice always has turned you on, hasn't it, darling?" Tom says, practically purring.

Words seemingly failing you for a moment, not that you needed to anyway. Instead he lent forwards with his eyes closed, capturing your lips with his own in a tender yet soft kiss. It took you a few seconds longer than expected for you to react, your own eyes closing and for you to kiss him back. Both of you getting lost in the moment, as he reaches back down into the water to caress your leg, the tenderness of the kiss heating up as it doesn't seem to be ending any time soon. Although it doesn't take you too much longer before you start to melt into the kiss and reach a hand up to the back of his neck. The tender kiss is also more passionate than before, the soft caress to your leg under the water, and you massaging the nape of his neck only adding to how you both felt in this moment.

"I do enjoy teasing you so." He purrs breathily once the kiss breaks.

"I know you do." You chuckle breathily.

As Tom stands up he winks at you again. Then he starts to slowly tease you as takes his clothes off. Unbuttoning his shirt firstly, albeit about half way down he slips the left sleeve down his shoulder, posing for you like some sort of clothing model, slowly revealing bits of skin for the camera. He proceeds to do the same with his other sleeve, slowly slipping it down off his shoulder, slipping both sides half way down his arms before posing again for you. It's almost hypnotic watching him strip for you.

Next Tom pulls his arms right out of the sleeves and seductively shimmies his shirt down his body instead of taking it off like normal. The way his hips roll as his shirt passes them causes your heart to skip a beat. You already knew that he was a good dancer ages ago, but it never ceases to impress you when he moves his hips like that. Once his skirt was just around one ankle he kicked it off to the side before he continued to move to the music in his head. He soon undos his jeans and his fingers wrap around the waistband as he makes eye contact with you, making sure you're watching, then he painfully and slowly reveals his pubic-bone to you as he pulls his jeans down. Although as you keep watching you realise he has chosen to go commando under his jeans. His hard on from watching you pleasure yourself mere moments ago mixed with teasing you like this is now on full display once his jeans are far gone past his thighs. Upon seeing how excited he'd gotten causes you to bite your bottom lip as you try to suppress a groan.

"You can be as vocal as you like, love." Tom says flirtatiously and takes his jeans off completely.

Tom then advances towards you in his naked form as you invite him to join you in the bath with a hand gesture. He climbs into the bath tub without hesitation and he sits down opposite you. His long legs spread out on either side of your own, making the space feel a little cramped, not that you minded one bit.

"That was quite the show." You chuckled as he winked at you again.

"You're welcome." He says, almost looking proud of himself for having chosen to do that.

You soon moved until you were kneeling in between his legs and then you lent forwards to kiss him once more. kissing deeper, longer and more passionate kisses than before, while your hands softly caress his thighs and his held onto your hips. Your right hand soon wandered up higher and higher on his thigh, before you wrapped it around his hardened length, making him groan into the kiss as he felt your hand around him. The kiss deepened further as you started to stroke up and down his hardened length under the water. Your strokes getting firmer and more confident with each passing second, although it didn't take long for Tom's own hand to wander down between your thighs. His fingers brushed against your core in perfect timing to one of your strokes, causing you both to part lips in gasp of pleasure at the feeling of that spark between the two of you.

However you both soon take advantage of each other's reactions, as you begin to stroke him firmer and faster, as his fingers devilled into your core. He firmly fingers you in perfect sync to your hand stroking him. The heat within your bellies rose as you both didn't stop giving the other pleasure. You and Tom started to breathe heavily the longer you pushed each other closer to the edge. Almost as if you were incompletion with each other, seeing who would lose control first.

"You're so good at this." Tom groans, yet he doesn't falter when you pick up the pace once more, in fact it only encourages him to do the same to you. The intensity builds stronger between you two.

"You're not doing too bad either." You teased breathily, causing him to playfully shake his head.

Not long after teasing each other more as you give one another pleasure you both reached your climaxes simultaneously. After calming down from your releases and the need for each other still raging strong, you both got out of the bath, trailing water to the bedroom once he pulled the plug out. Neither of you cared about the water, the urgency of needing each other was far more important, luckily neither of you slipped on the titled flooring on the way out of the bathroom either. Albeit as soon as you reached the bedroom Tom pulled you closer to him, holding onto your waist while your arms wrapped around his shoulders, lips crashed together in a needy and hungrily way.

After your lips parted he pulls away and puts his hand on the small of your back as he gently pushes you towards the bed. You allow him to do so without resisting, once beside the bed you get onto it like he wants you to. He's then quick to join you and his lips are back on yours before he kisses along your jawline and down your neck. You gasp as he kisses and nips at your neck, his hands caressing your bare sides softly as he continues to kiss and nip on your neck, while your own hands reach up to his biceps. His biceps flexed underneath your touch for a second.

As Tom began to kiss his way down your chest right down to your navel, and he softly caressed your naked body, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. He just knew what to do to make you feel good. The longer he takes the more excited you become, knowing that he will make sure you enjoy it just as much as he does.

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"Is Tom with you?" Chris Evans asks, as soon as Sebastien Stan approaches him. He'd been waiting around for a while and he thought it was strange that Tom wasn't the first one waiting in the café for everyone. After all Tom is usually so punctual that he ends up being the first to arrive for meet ups.

"No...he's not here yet?" Sebastien says, as he sits down opposite Chris with a frown on his face and his voice filled with surprise.

"Not yet, no." Chris shrugs.

"That's not like, Hiddles." Sebastien chuckles.

Chris and Sebastien waited a few more minutes for Tom to show up before they ordered a coffee each and Sebastien tried calling him. To their surprise Tom doesn't pick up. They knew Tom hadn't forgotten as they had massaged each other the night before checking that their plans to meet up was still happening. Tom being the one who had actually asked the question in the first place. The pair of them kept trying for the next hour calling Tom and after a few tries they phoned you too hoping you knew where he was. What they found out was that you didn't pick up either. Seeing as neither of you answer their calls they only get more worried with every unanswered call.

Later Chris and Sebastien arrive at the house as it's been just over two hours since Tom was meant to meet them. Their unanswered phone calls only concerned them more about the pair of you. Luckily for them Sebastien had a spare key in case of emergencies and he uses it as their last option. They just had to check in to see if you were alright. Upon entering they hear groaning and the bed creaking upstairs. Both Sebastien and Chris looked at each other once they heard the sounds, Chris slyly smirked knowingly, as Sebastian licked his lips. Next they raced upstairs and barged into the master bedroom.

Tom suddenly stops mid thrust as he's balls deep inside you, your legs over his shoulders, his hands gripped tightly around your thighs. He proceeded to look around to see Sebastien and Chris standing in the doorway, still paused in mid thrust and his hands gripped tightly around your thighs. You noticed Tom doesn't appear to be unfazed by their sudden intrusion, on the other hand as you peer over into their direction they see embarrassment filling your features.

"Nice to know you're not dead." Sebastien shakes his head playfully, as Chris gives Tom a little wave with a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Fuck..." Tom says, as they begin to enter the room, you just stare in disbelief at them, unsure how to feel for certain beside the embarrassment.

"Language!" Chris jokingly says.

"You didn't show up as planned...it's all about her, isn't it?" Sebastien asks, a smirk playing on his lips as he begins to softly stroke Tom's back now that he is in reach. Tom shivered slightly from his touch as he kept hold of your thighs. You're still so quiet as they advance closer.

"She's my girlfriend after all. I can spend time with her too." Tom replies in his defense.

"We're not saying you can't, it's just good to know where you are." Chris says, as he softly strokes two fingers down Tom's arm.

"You know things have changed since we started dating." Tom said, as he pulled out of you and gently set you down on the bed.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean that you can bail out on friends." Sebastian replied, as he caressed Tom's cheek.

"What the hell is going on?" You speak up, as you finally find your voice.

Tom sighs as the other two men look at him and wait for his reply. "Darling...there's something I never told you..." He trails off, as he bites his bottom lip nervously.

You look between the men and after a moment of shared looks you realise what Tom was trying to tell you. "You and them?" You asked with some uncertainty in your voice.

Tom nods yes slowly with puppy dog eyes.

"Don't worry doll, it's been a while." Sebastien only confirms your question more clearly and his suggestive wink that follows only adds to the fact.

"It's true...we only got together occasionally anyhow." Chris confessed with a slight innocence to his tone.

Somehow the next few seconds are in a quick blur. Sebastian and Chris seemingly take things into their own hands. Chris pulls Tom closer to him as he stands beside the bed, he kisses him deeply whilst holding Tom flush against him, Tom fingers brushing through Chris' hair. Sebastien looks at you up and down before he kneels on the bed in front of you. His hands reach out to softly caress your arms and then he leans in to kiss you. The kisses between both pairs heat up. Surprisingly you get caught up in the moment and end up kissing Sebastien back. A few moments pass before Sebastian swaps with Chris. Chris kissing you hungrily as his hands explored your body, while Sebastian does the same with Tom. One thing you wouldn't admit out loud though is that you thought Sebastian was the better kisser between him and Chris.

When Sebastian breaks the kiss with Tom he begins to strip off his clothes. The jiggling sound of his belt causes you to stop kissing Chris. It was like it made you realise the situation as you pulled away from Chris. You weren't sure how you'd gotten to this moment with these men. However Tom was quick to start kissing you when he saw the hesitation on your face. His familiar touch and kisses were helping as Sebastian finished undressing while Chris did the same. Once they were naked too they knelt behind each of you. Sebastian kneeling behind Tom while Chris knelt behind you. They touched you two as Tom lips kept yours busy and his hands gripping on your hips tightly.

Between the four of you you get into a comfortable place. kissing between each other as hands explored bodies. You seem to get more confident and less shy the more they pay attention to you in turn. Although your mind hadn't fully comprehended what was going on yet your body was reacting well to it all. The attention you were receiving really was something you hadn't experienced so greatly before, it was a little overwhelming to you, although you knew what was to come next. In that moment of thought you had never felt more relieved with the fact your birth control is an implant.

Before you knew it Sebastian had you laying down on your back as he kissed you deeply. He nudged your knees apart so as to accommodate himself between them. As he got closer you felt his erected cock prod against your pussy. You moaned into the kiss as you felt him prodding you which Sebastian took as a good sign. He then thrusted once quickly inside you right down to the hilt, his thrust made you break the kiss as you gasped in surprise at his sudden intrusion inside of you. Upon hearing your gasp Tom was quick to be by your side holding your hand as he softly whispers to you encouragements.

Sebastian gave you a couple of minutes to adjust before he began to roughly thrust in and out of you. He got into a good rhythm, one which you seemed to enjoy a lot, eventually Tom let go of your hand then returned to Chris. Chris by this point had gotten prepared. A bottle of lube at the ready now as he knew exactly where Tom kept it in his sock draw. Tom lay down on the bottom end of the bed as Chris applied a generous amount of lube to his hands before he began to prep Tom.

As things had been going at such a fast pace it only got blurrier as time went on. You found yourself going between the three men. Each of them pushes you to have orgasm after orgasm. They also took it in turns with each other too. Only they held back every time right until their last go with you. Each of them reaching their climaxes inside you, none of them giving you much time in between each other. Although after they reached their climaxes in turn you had never felt so full before, nor had your body shook so much either, and you could hear your heart pounding your ears by the end of it. It has been an intense and incredible experience. One you had never even thought you would ever do in your whole life, but you had. You had willingly partook in the passion between the four of you.

All of you lay on the bed in a mess of tangled up limps, heavy breathing with hot and sweaty bodies. You all had truly fucked each others brains out and tried yourselves out completely.

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