#we sat there at the kitchen table while I rubbed bruises into my chest and i was grunting and my brain was on fire

[faggotfungus]

Thinking about my psychotic break in 22 and how I kept begging for someone to help me, but I was made to go through it all at home. With icepacks and a strangers Xanax's being the only things that would help bring me back.

Wonder why I've never been worth medical care to the people who are supposed to love me. Wild.

[thefallennightmare]

Just Pretend-seven

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: please know, I do try really hard to get updates out every day but sometimes life happens. This story is so so important, I'm taking my time writing each chapter; especially since each chapter has been at least 7k words. Anway, enjoy!

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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JOLLY

I stood in front of the coffee maker in our little makeshift kitchen on our bus as I waited for the coffee to brew. The usual cup I drank my coffee in hung from my fingers as I held it up in the air, the black letters spelling my name read upside down. There were deep brown stains etched into the ceramic and I mumbled to myself that I should wash it.

Once the coffee was poured over the old stains, I eased onto the couch while browsing through the emails in my inbox. Even though Finding God Before God Finds Me was released last year, the record label was pressuring us to write the next album which is the email I was reading right now. Matt told them that once the tour was over, we'd buckle down and start but that didn't seem to satisfy them.

A humming tune filtered from the back of the bus and I quickly recognized it as Noah. He was humming a tune that wasn't familiar to me and I leaned on my knees so I could look back into the bunk area of the bus, smirking when I saw him dancing; the tune getting louder.

Someone's in a good mood.

Ever since he and Y/N returned from the funeral a few days ago, Noah's spirits were surprisingly lifted. We were afraid he would come back in a catatonic state but he had a large smile on his face. They wouldn't say it but we knew something happened while they were gone.

Noah finally caught my amused expression, and he stilled, a red hue crossing over his cheeks. "I didn't know you were awake."

I hummed while taking a long sip of coffee. "Care to explain what has you in a jolly mood?"

He rolled his eyes while throwing a shirt at me. "Your dad jokes are getting worse."

"Avoiding the subject, I see," I teased while catching the shirt.

Noah shut himself in the bathroom but not before flipping me off.

NOAH

Shaking out the water from my hair, I stepped into the front area of the bus, not surprised to see Chase and Malcolm lounging on our couches. We just arrived to the venue but didn't have to worry about soundcheck until way later so we planned on hanging out on the busses. I noted how close the two of them sat next to each other, Chase's knee bumping with Malcolm's.

"You two should travel with us at this point since you're always here," I joked while grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and sitting next to Nick at the dinette table.

"If we could talk Y/N into it, we would," Malcolm grumbled.

Looking closer at them, I noticed the bruised knuckles on both of their hands.

"What the hell happened?"

Chase rubbed his head. "The other night, we got into it with Trey. We were tired of watching him treat Y/N like how he has and had enough."

I let out a low whistle while my heart hammered in my chest at hearing her name. "I'd hate to see what he looks like."

"Let's just say he's lucky he had a few days off to lick his wounds," Malcolm said.

"Where's Y/N, anyway?" Folio asked while sitting next to Jolly.

Malcolm drummed his fingers over his thigh as he sat back against the couch. "She's locked herself in her bunk because she doesn't want anyone to see her."

"Did something happen?" I rushed out in one breath while grabbing the water bottle tightly, the loud crackling noise echoing throughout the bus.

"She's fine. Actually, more than fine. She's in such a great mood she's been humming around the bus a lot lately. I think she's working on a new song," Chase said.

My stomach burned with the best intensity knowing that I was the reason for that.

"But the reason she doesn't want to see anyone is because she's afraid you guys will make a big deal out of today," Malcolm added.

"What's today?" I asked with a raised brow.

"It's her birthday," Chase informed.

Nick and I shared a look, almost immediately thinking the same thought.

"Text her and tell her you need to show her something inside the venue," I nodded towards Chase.

With his phone in his hand, fingers typing away, he still shot me a weary look. "What are you planning, Noah?"

I stood from the table and looked towards Folio. "Text Matt and say we need to borrow the van again today."

He winced. "He's still pretty upset about the sand in the van. I don't know if he'll let us."

"Matt will get over it," I shrugged while rummaging through my suitcase to grab a few things. "We're not going to let her spend her birthday alone on the tour bus."

Chase and Malcolm rose and muttered something under their breath to themselves before the latter ran a hand through his long auburn hair.

"It seems like you've got something planned but if I can suggest something?"

I set the beanie on top of my head and then nodded. "Of course."

"There's this Dasio store in town that she not so subtly brought up on the way here," Malcolm said.

"Oh, the one in that little outlet mall in town? It had the jewelry store right next to it? I saw it," Nick said nodding.

Chase held up his phone towards us. "She wants to know what I want to show her inside the venue."

Shit, I thought she'd take the bait.

I shrugged on my black hoodie. "I guess we'll have to do this the hard way."

Everyone smirked at my mischievous voice, and Malcolm motioned towards their bus. "She's alone so don't have to worry about any surprises."

"Meet you guys at the van."

Bounding down the stairs of my bus, I jogged the few feet distance to Hollow Souls bus and quietly sneaked inside where I heard a noise coming from her bunk. Ignoring how similar our buses looked, I stood in place, body frozen, as the soft melody of her voice crept deep inside my bones.

"But for now we stay so far til our lonely limbs connect. I can't keep you in my arms so instead you'll be in my mind."

I clutched my chest as she sang the words a few more times in different octaves of voice, trying to find the one that worked best. It wasn't anything like how she sang on stage. This had more passion behind the words and if I saw her, I bet her eyes would be closed in concentration, soft lips breathing out the words.

Fuck.

Shifting on my feet at the feeling of all the blood running to my dick as I remembered our kiss, I returned my focus to the whole reason I snuck on the bus. Yanking the curtain to her bunk back, I smirked as Y/N let out a shrilled shriek while covering her face with shaking hands.

"What the fuck, Noah! You scared the shit out of me," she seethed with no ounce of venom behind it.

My lips curled up in a lopsided smile. "Happy birthday, angel."

She stared up at me from her bunk with a surprised gaze but then a low scowl fell on her lips. "They told you?"

Ignoring her, I pointed to her outfit of black biker shorts and a black fitted tank; to me, she looked fucking breathtaking in this simple outfit, but I wanted to make sure that's what she wanted to wear out today. This day was about her and whatever she wanted, I'd give it to her.

"Fine with wearing that?" I asked.

I saw the way her eyes dwindled as the fight within her mind took over.

"Why?" She dragged out the word.

"Because you have two seconds to decide if you want to change or not. It's your choice; I'm not going to force you to change if you're happy with how you look."

She had her long hair pulled back in a tight braid but there was one small strand that hung into her eyes and she brushed it away eventually giving me a small nod.

"I'm happy with wearing this," her voice was quiet almost afraid that I'd change my mind.

My tongue darted out to wet my lips, an action she watched with intent eyes. "Good."

"What are you-?"

With my hand around her ankle, I slid her off of her bunk and threw her over my shoulder to carry her out of her bus. She protested by smacking my back but remembered what I told her the last time she was in this position.

"My shoes!" She yelled.

I turned around in a giant circle so fast; that she giggled with pure delight. It made my heart ache with the need to always hear that sound.

"Which ones?"

Y/N did the best she could to point in the right direction. "The bunk above mine has my shoes. Grab my docs."

Swiping them, I continued my run down the stairs to the outside air, her body bounding against my shoulder.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked.

"No, you're fine, Noah," she giggled. "But I'd love to know why you're kidnapping me."

I playfully scoffed. "It's not kidnapping if you're going to enjoy this."

Her nails scratched at my back and I shivered under her touch. "Hm, don't tempt me with a good time."

Swallowing thickly the desire to throw her against the bus to attack her lips again, I walked towards the van just in time to see Folio emerge from our bus.

"Shit, I didn't grab a jacket," Y/N cursed.

"Folio, can you grab my leather jacket? The one on my bunk?"

He raised a brow. "You sure you want that one?"

"Special occasion," I smirked while gently patting Y/N's ass.

"Hey!" she protested. "I'm way too old for birthday spanks!"

Don't fucking tempt me, angel.

Once we reached the van, I set her gently on her feet when Jolly and Nick took turns in a birthday celebratory hug. As much as she wanted to be upset about us celebrating her, the smile on her face gave her away. Chase wrapped an arm around her and left a kiss on her forehead while Malcolm did his typical fist bump.

"Happy birthday, kid." He said.

"Kid?" Her brows pulled together. "I'm older than you, dumbass."

Malcolm's fingers gently brushed across Chase's and I tilted my head at the small action.

"Yeah, whatever." He rolled his eyes.

Chase whispered something low in Y/N's ear and I watched as her face turned stone for a few brief seconds before giving a slow nod.

"I'm fine, Chase. The cramps haven't been that bad."

"Did you take your meds?" Malcolm asked. "I know you were worried about getting it refilled while on the road."

Y/N locked eyes with me for a few long seconds but before I could ask anything about whatever meds Malcolm was talking about, she turned her back to me so they could have their private conversation.

"Happy birthday!" Folio beamed his usual bright smile before giving her a high five and handed me my jacket with the free hand.

The smack echoed throughout the entire parking lot, and she hissed out in pain, shaking her hand.

"Y/N gets shotgun!" I raised my hand in the air, deciding it would be best to ignore the private conversation she had with Malcolm and Chase.

If she wanted me to know, she would tell me.

Y/N quickly shot me down. "No. I'm fine sitting in the back."

"Not going to happen, angel, it's your day. You ride front and center."

Even though we were almost ready to leave, we were waiting for Bryan who wanted to tag along to create a vlog day video for us. There was a chain-like fence that blocked off the edge of the parking lot with the sidewalk and I sat on it while I waited. Y/N watched me with a careful gaze and arms crossed over her chest.

"Please be careful, Noah."

"It's pretty sturdy. See?" I held onto it while jumping on my feet.

But my heart jumped into my throat when I felt myself lean too far forward and as I prepared myself to fall face-first into the concrete, Y/N's arms wrapped around me to save me.

"Shit, thanks," I muttered while back on my feet and rubbed the back of my neck.

"Looks like I'll be catching you when you fall," she winked.

I looked down at her full lips and the same pull that connected us made me dip my head low to close the distance when Bryan's loud voice caused me to take a step back.

"Matt wants us to bring some mochis for him since he's letting us borrow the van."

Jolly rolled his eyes. "Of course he does."

Bryan raised his camera towards Y/N. "Happy Birthday!"

When the large smile spread across her face as she threw up a peace sign, posing for the picture, my heart swelled inside my chest and the butterflies fluttered their wings at a rapid pace.

She's fucking beautiful.

"Hey!" We all turned our attention to the person who shouted, seeing Matt poke his head out from the crew's bus. "Be back by one for sound check! And fill up the van when you're done!"

"Yes, sir!" Y/N saluted.

Even though he was flipping her off, Matt smiled as he wished her a happy birthday.

"Alright, we should go," I wrangled everyone up into the van and then slid behind the wheel.

Once we were all settled, I handed Y/N the aux cord. "Birthday girl gets to choose the music."

She broke out in a wide grin and quickly pulled up some music on her phone. "I know exactly who I'm putting on."

Malcolm, who was sitting in the middle row with Chase and Bryan, leaned forward towards Y/N. "Joe?"

"Hell yes."

"Who's Joe?" I asked with a raised brow but kept my eyes on the road.

"Joe Mulherin. But he goes by the stage name nothing, nowhere," Y/N informed before deciding on a song.

I shrugged as the strum of notes played on the speakers. "I've never heard of him."

"He's pretty small, few people know about him," Malcolm said.

"Malcolm was the one who told me about nothing, nowhere. I've been obsessed with him the last year," Y/N admitted with a sheepish smile.

Taking my eyes off of the road for a brief second, I threw her a teasing wink. "Oh, should I be worried?"

"I don't know," Y/N rested her elbow on the armrest with her chin in her palm. "If Hollow Souls has the chance to tour with nothing, nowhere, I'm taking it."

"Over me?" I pushed out my bottom lip in mock disappointment.

She flicked my nose with her finger. "Definitely."

Her giggles bounced off the confines of the van as I took off my beanie and tossed it to her, both of our smiles radiating light. With the music tangling in the air with the various conversations, I looked into the rearview mirror out of habit and noticed Chase tuck a strand of Malcolm's hair behind his ear.

Y/N saw my confused gaze and rested a hand on my knee, squeezing me. "They'll tell you later."

I rested my hand over hers and squeezed it. "Well, are you ready for the first stop on your birthday surprise?"

"I can't wait!"

Her eyes sparkled with the brightness that made my heart stop every single time she looked at me like that.

NOAH

"Y/N, look at this," I chuckled while throwing on a random animal hat I'd found in an aisle at the Dasio store.

She was looking through some merchandise with Nick and when she turned up her gaze at me; she burst out into a fit of giggles, her hand covering her mouth.

"Wow, I love the new look, Noah. You should go on stage with it tonight. I can see the memes now. 'this is your favorite metal singer?"

Bryan, who also thought it was hilarious snapped a few pictures which gave Y/N the idea too as well but with her phone. I gave her a wide smile as she snapped a few pictures and when she was finished, I took off the hat then handed it to her. She eyed it warily.

"What?"

"It's only fair I get some pictures of the birthday girl wearing it," I said with a small smile.

I thought for sure she would fight it instead she put the hat on happily and threw up a sideways peace sign. Bryan and I both took an insane amount of pictures before I pocketed my phone and figured now would be the perfect time to slip away for the next phase of her birthday surprise.

"Shit, we should probably head back to the venue for a soundcheck," I made a show of checking my watch.

It was only noon but I needed a diversion and also because we needed Nick to have enough time to set up for the third phase of Y/N's birthday celebration.

"I'll meet you guys at the van in ten minutes," I handed Y/N my leather jacket. "It's cold out now."

"Always looking out for me," she mused while slipping on the jacket.

Fuck, she looked so good wearing it.

The sudden urge to see her wearing more of my clothes filled me but I ignored it by clearing my throat. "I'll meet you at the van. Think of what you want for your birthday lunch."

Her hand caressed mine as I walked past her and every fiber of my existence buzzed with electricity.

"Where are you going?"

I leaned close to her ear; the words brushing against her skin. "If I tell you, then it ruins the surprise, angel."

With a wink, I jogged out of the Dasio store into the small shop right next door. The lady behind the counter gave me a warm smile as she beckoned me over with a wave.

"Hi there, what are we looking for today?"

"Uh," I rubbed my chin with nerves because I realized I didn't know what type Y/N likes. But can never go wrong with something simple. "Do you have any matching sets?"

I pointed down the silver array in the glass case, and the lady smiled. "Like his and hers?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"We'll look at the more feminine choices first before looking for some for you."

For the next few minutes, she helped me choose the best set for Y/N and me. When she was bagging everything up after I paid, she raised a curious brow.

"Whoever she is must be special."

"Yeah," my heart skipped a beat. "She really is."

READER

"No fucking way!" I squealed. "Are you serious?!"

Nick buzzed the gun in his hand a few times and finished setting up the small cups full of different colored inks.

"What did you want to get done?" Nick questioned.

My mind filled with different options and designs but knowing we were pressed on time for before the show tonight, I went with a small design from another one of my favorite animes My Neighbor Totoro.

"I've been wanting to get a small Totoro tattoo for a while now," I beamed. "Another one of my favorite animes."

"Alright, give me a few minutes to get it drawn up."

I wrapped my arms around Nick. "Thank you."

"Of course, Y/N. Happy birthday," he returned the hug.

"So, who's first? Me or you?"

Turning on my heels, I let Nick finish setting up and stared up at Noah, his words registering in my brain.

"Wait, you're getting a tattoo as well?" I asked.

He gave me a lazy smile. "Yep. I was going to get Aogaeru."

My eyes widened. "The frog from Spirited Away? Are you serious?"

Noah stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged as if this idea wasn't a big deal.

"It was the first movie we watched together in the hotel after Keaton's funeral. Means a lot to me."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "You'd sit and get a tattoo with me?"

Noah brushed away a loose strand of hair that fell from my braid behind my ear, fingers trailing against the skin of my neck.

"I'd sit and watch ants crawl out of a hole for hours if that meant I'm sitting next to you," he vowed with hooded eyes as he stared down at my lips.

Memories of our kiss flashed in my mind, and I clenched my legs together. It had been days since then and every second since, the only thing I felt were his lips and how they tasted. It haunted my dreams in the best way and I craved to feel his kiss once again.

Trey. Don't forget about your boyfriend.

Right, the same boyfriend who didn't bother to say happy birthday before he left for his interview.

"I have something for you," Noah's deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts of his lips on every inch of me.

"Noah, you've done enough," I said.

He ran a hand through his hair before pulling out two velvet boxes from a bag that was sitting on the couch of the green room where we all were hanging out. My heart stopped for three seconds as he handed them to me.

"No-Noah," I stumbled over his name, shock filling me. "I can't."

"Yes, you can. Now open it."

Biting the inside of my cheek, I opened the box, and a gasp left my lips as the silver necklace and matching bracelet shined under the light of the room. It wasn't anything over the top and there were no diamonds but that didn't matter to me. I wasn't one for over-the-top jewelry, this simple chain and bracelet were enough.

With wet eyes, I gazed up at Noah, who had a nervous look on his face as he fiddled with his wooden rosary. "Do you like it?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into my embrace, burying my face into his neck. "I love it, Noah. Thank you so much."

His large hands gripped my hips as we stood there in each other's embrace for a few more long moments, enjoying the warmth of each other. My mind was racing in pace with how fast my heart was beating as the sudden realization hit. My feelings for Noah slammed into me like a fucking freight train and I nearly choked on them.

Noah leaves an imprint on me like I’ve never felt before. He is a permanent mark on my skin, deeper than any tattoo or scar. I can pinch myself and feel the pressure want to implode because he's burrowed there. Even if it imploded, it would heal over and Noah would still have his imprint on me. It seemed as if he was meant to be there and as I stared into his deep brown eyes, almost black with his feelings, I decided I never wanted to remove him.

"You know," Noah cleared his throat while stepping away from me. "I got-."

"Noah, can I talk to you quickly?"

Nick motioned Noah over to where he finished setting up for our tattoos.

"Go," I nodded. "I'm sure we'll have more time to talk tonight."

With a reluctant sigh, he squeezed my hand as he met Nick halfway. My gaze lingered at his back and my bottom lip caught between my teeth as I stared a little too long at the way his jeans hugged his ass.

Someone cleared their throat from behind causing me to jump and I gave Jolly a sheepish smile. "I wasn't-."

He hummed while taking a long sip of his beer. "I see everything, you know."

I pursed my lips while clearing my throat and adjusted the leather jacket; Noah's leather jacket. "I don't know what you're talking about, Jolly."

"You sure about that?" He motioned to the jacket.

Rolling my eyes, I smacked his chest playfully before going to sit on the couch in the green room.

NOAH

"What's up?" I asked Nick.

"You're getting matching tattoos with her?"

I ran a hand over my chin, already preparing myself for this conversation. I knew the guys wouldn't understand why I was doing this but as long as Y/N didn't mind, that's all that mattered.

"You're thinking too much into it, Nick. It's just a tattoo. Plus, it's not matching. I'm getting one from a different anime," I said.

He shrugged. "Can you blame me? I'm just worried you slipping too close to the edge for her and you're about to fall without someone there to catch you. We barely got you back the last time this-."

"Don't," I sliced my eyes into him. "I don't want to talk about her."

Nick let out a deep breath and nodded, patting my shoulder. "Alright. I'm just worried, that's all."

Guilt ate away at me when I realized I snapped at him when Nick was coming from a good place. She fucked me up years ago, and it was something I was still dealing with to this day.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. Whenever she's brought up, I go back to that place, and today out of all days, I don't want to go there."

"What's taking so long?" Y/N came up beside Nick and poked his side. "Birthday girl is getting impatient."

I snorted. "You heard her, Nick."

For the next couple hours, we all chatted about our lives before becoming a band and I found out a lot about Y/N that I couldn't find out on the internet. She has a black cat back home in Vegas named Salem; a friend of hers takes care of him while she's on the road. She was adopted at six months old but her parents divorced when she was sixteen; her dad moved to Japan while her mom stayed in Vegas. She saw her dad every so often and wished that she moved with him instead of staying with her mom. Y/N felt like she had to stay with her because the divorce hit her mom hard which ended up almost destroying their relationship.

"Have you visited your dad recently?" Nick asked as he finished putting the cream over her fresh tattoo.

It was a small design of Totoro on her ankle; mine mirrored hers in design and placement.

"It's been a few years. I've been so busy with Hollow Souls that it's hard to take a trip that far. But I try to talk to him every day," she said with a smile.

"I'm sorry the relationship with your mom isn't the greatest," Jolly frowned.

Y/N shrugged. "I love her but sometimes she forgets how to be a mom. She'd rather be a friend."

Chase kissed the side of her head since he sat next to her on the couch. "It's her own fault. She's missing out on seeing the kick-ass women you've grown into, Y/N."

"Yeah, fuck her!" Malcolm cheered while finishing his second beer.

Y/N tried to chastise him for cursing her mom but eventually, she agreed with a curt nod.

I sat on the armrest of the couch next to her. "Our tattoos look sick."

"I still can't believe you got a Totoro tattoo just because I like it," she chuckled while resting a hand on my thigh.

"That's exactly why I got it, angel."

Folio handed her a drink before passing out the rest of the bottles to all of us and I raised my beer in the air. "Happy birthday, Y/N! I hope you had a great fucking day because you deserve it."

She tapped her bottle with everyone before she turned towards me, a glimmering light beneath her pupils. "Thank you, Noah, sincerely. You've made the last few weeks something truly memorable."

We clinked out bottles and as I brought it to my lips; she watched it with careful determination.

Suddenly, her phone began to ring and as I peered down at it, my heart sank low to the depths of my stomach.

Trey.

"What the fuck does he want," she grumbled while standing to her feet.

"I doubt it's to wish you a happy birthday. Prick has been gone all day for a two-hour interview," Malcolm said.

She waved him off as she slipped into the hallway, leaving the door cracked open a bit, just enough to hear parts of her conversation.

"You were the one who left me alone today, Trey."

"I didn't plan on celebrating my birthday today. Noah surprised me with everything, I would not say no."

"Holy Hades, you're delusional. Nothing is going on between us. He's just a friend."

The words would have stung if I believed her but I didn't. We both knew that our feelings for each other were more than friends; the kiss proved it. My lips tingled as I remembered how she tasted or the way her teeth grazed across my bottom lip.

"Why should I come to you? It's not like you have anything for me."

There was a long beat of silence. "I'm sorry but the last thing I want right now is mediocre birthday sex where you'll get to finish while I'm laying there getting myself off as you fall asleep."

I didn't know whether to be impressed at her witty comeback or upset at the fact that she was stuck with that kind of guy.

Why the hell did she continue to stay with him?

"You didn't even post anything about my birthday!" She seethed, her anger echoing into the room. "You might think it's stupid but I don't know; to me it means something. Fucking Bryan posted a video compilation for me."

"Bryan's their photographer you fucking dick! Oh, my Hades. Not every guy I hang out with is trying to sleep with me."

Bryan shifted in his seat. "This guy sounds like a real prick."

Chase drained half of his beer in one go. "We know."

While she continued to talk on the phone with Trey, I whipped out my phone with a small smile pulling at my lips.

READER

"Yeah, fuck you too," I spat while ending the call.

Trey promised that if I met him on the bus, he'd make my birthday worth it.

"He can't even find my spot, how the fuck is he going to make it worth it." I rubbed the frustration out on my forehead with a long, calming breath.

Many would ask why I continued to stay with Trey but the answer was simple; he was familiar.

A familiar asshole who doesn't deserve you.

That part was true. It was my birthday and what did Trey do? Nothing. While all the guys spent the last few hours making me feel so adored and thought of, Trey didn't even post on his social media for me but you know who did?

Trey and Malcolm made compilations of random pictures throughout our time in Hollow Souls together.

Both Nick's and Jolly posted pictures they took of me while on stage to say happy birthday.

Even Bryan posted a small video compilation of me from when we went to the zoo.

With my phone still in my hand, it buzzed letting me know I received yet another tag on Instagram. This post was the only one that made my heart stutter wildly in my chest. Two pictures. The first was the picture he took of me today at the Dasio store with the animal hat on my head. The second one was a picture of our tattoos. The words he wrote in the caption made the butterflies flutter in my gut.

Happy birthday @y/n! I'm not attempting to be corny or some shit on this app, but I will say this: tour and this whole experience has been sick, and it’s been such a privilege to be in your presence, your talent is beyond measure, you inspire me more than you know and I hope you enjoy yourself. You deserve it. 🧡 P.S. The tattoo I got today hurt like a bitch.

Of course, he limited the amount of comments on the post but that didn't stop the few fans that tossed their absurd accusations about the post.

"I'm so fucked." I muttered while double-clicking the picture.

NOAH

"Has anyone seen Y/N?" I asked while poking my head into the green room seeing Chase and Malcolm talking amongst themselves; pretty close.

When they heard me, they broke apart pretty fast, and I raised a brow to them while crossing my arms over my chest. "You guys don't have to hide this, you know?"

I could practically see the weight lift from Chase's shoulders as Malcolm held hands with him. "I told you, Chase; no one cares."

"It's not that. It's still new and I don't want to jinx it," Chase admitted.

"Well, good for you guys. I'm glad someone has a happy relationship in your band," I grumbled the last part to myself.

Malcolm snorted. "Why are you looking for Y/N?"

I held up a bottle of Hennessy. "Birthday shots before you guys go on stage."

Bad Omens finished their set a while ago with Y/N watching the entire time and every time I caught her eyes on side stage, I made sure to either wave or wink; something to let her know I was always thinking about her.

When Chase asked for the bottle, I tossed it to him. "I think she's on the bus getting ready."

Nodding to him, I quickly walked out of the venue and over to her bus with my nerves working into overdrive. I wanted to find her for birthday shots but there was also something I wanted to tell her; something that had been eating away at me for the last few days, since our kiss.

She needed to know the truth. I just hope she felt the same.

No, I shook my head. I know she did.

Hollow Souls bus was dark, with no sign of life, until I heard soft moans coming from the back bunk area and the sound of skin on skin.

"Shit, Trey. So good."

My jaw dropped in tangent with my heart as the feminine moans burned in my ears.

"Fuck, baby. You're so tight. I'm gonna-."

"Harder please."

"I'm better than him, right? He can't make you feel like this?"

"No, just you Trey."

I blinked slowly as my brain tried to process everything I was hearing. They were having sex, and she was enjoying it?

"Angel," I whispered as tears burned in my eyes.

Movement out of the window caught my attention just as Trey groaned out a name, one that wasn't Y/N's. It was white noise as I stared at my friend, who was outside laughing and smiling bright with Folio who was probably telling her the story about how he tried to catch this huge fish but ended up falling into the lake.

Oh, shit.

If Y/N was outside then who the fuck was in the bunk with Trey?

I fumed as I ran down the steps into the parking lot where Folio only stood, Y/N nowhere in sight. As he saw the anger radiating from me in waves, Folio stepped in front of me to stop me.

"Where's the fire, man?"

"Where's Y/N?" I asked, fingers shaking with the need to hit something.

"She's about to go on stage." Folio could sense something was off because he forced me to look at him. "What the hell is going on?"

Pressing my tongue to my cheek, I spat out the words like venom on my tongue. "I caught Trey cheating."

"Fuck," he cursed while running a hand over his face while pacing. "You're sure?"

I nodded. "Heard it loud and clear."

Nick and Jolly came down from our bus at that moment and immediately could feel the tension. "What's going on?"

Folio filled them in on what I had heard and they both had the same reaction as him.

"What are you going to do?" Jolly wondered.

I threw a hand towards the building. "I have to tell her; she deserves to know!"

"We know," Nick nodded. "But wait until after their set. Let her perform with a clear mind, alright? That's the last thing she needs to focus on while on stage."

"Fucking prick cheats on her on her birthday," Jolly fumed. "Who the fuck does that?"

As if he could hear us talking about him, Trey appeared from behind with a smug smile on his face and ran a hand through his messy curls. "Sorry, I missed your show, boys. I was kind of held up."

"Really? Cause I don't see Y/N anywhere," I stepped up into him.

Trey eyed me up and down. "My girlfriend is none of your business, Noah. Back off."

“She isn’t cattle for you to own, Trey. From what I’ve seen, you don’t love her. You were balls deep into someone less than ten minutes ago.”

“Shut the fuck up, man you don’t know anything," Trey pushed my chest.

Jolly stepped between us while both Nick and Folio grasped my arms to hold me back.

“No. No, I do. I see everything,” I said through gritted teeth.

Nick's tight grip on my forearm had me taking a large step away from Trey, letting out a deep breath.

"Might want to stick around for the show. I hear it's going to be one to remember," Trey flipped us off as he slithered inside the building.

"I really fucking hate him," I seethed.

NOAH

No. Fucking. Way.

I thought I was angry before but now; I was seeing red. Jolly and Nick flanked me on both sides while Folio stood off in front of me as we watched Hollow Souls finish their set. As usual, they killed it even with Trey but I couldn't focus on how beautiful Y/N looked tonight in her yellow flowy sundress or the white vans that seemed to glow underneath the stage lights. She took her hair out of her braid and it cascaded down her back in waves.

The only thing I could focus on was Trey and how he kept getting close to Y/N, wrapping an arm around her or even once trying to kiss her while she was on stage. She was uncomfortable; it was clear in the way her shoulders tensed when she kissed him back. My heart ached when I saw that but I couldn't dwell on the pain for long; I was buzzing as I waited for Y/N to come off stage so I could tell her what I heard but apparently, Trey had other plans.

"As some of you may know, today is Y/N's birthday so let's give her a huge round of fucking applause," Trey screamed into the mic.

Everyone in the crowd sang happy birthday along with Trey but neither Malcolm nor Chase helped, both seeing how uncomfortable Y/N was. It was if she shrunk into herself and let her hair fall into her face to hide.

"I love you so much, baby. Hollow Souls would be nothing without you. You truly make me a better man. I put a small video compilation together for you. You better like it," he ended his words with a wink.

Y/N's attention turned towards one of the large screens that we usually use for graphics for the show and immediately, everyone knew that this 'compilation' Trey threw together was a bunch of bullshit. It was mostly pictures of Trey with Y/N barely in the background or the pictures she was in were all of their media pictures. Not one personal picture he took of her.

As if she felt me watching, Y/N gazed over at me with a pleading look in her eyes.

"Alright, thanks so much Cincinnati! Have a good night and get home safe!" Malcolm called into the mic and cued the techs to start the nightly ritual of clean up.

Once she was cleared, Y/N sprinted off the stage over towards us but before I could even a second with her, Trey was hot on her tail.

"What, no thank you?" He demanded while grabbing her arm.

She ripped it from his grasp. "Fuck off! Why the hell would you do that? That stupid movie barely had any pictures of me!"

Trey clenched his jaw. "You're being ungrateful."

"Ungrateful?" she scoffed with wide eyes. "We both know the only reason you did that was because you wanted to one-up the guys. You don't give a shit."

"Baby, can we talk about this in private?" He tossed a glare towards us.

"Actually," I stepped towards her. "I really need to talk to you."

"I need to be alone," she mumbled under her breath.

Y/N pushed past me to continue her path outside where I followed behind, not ready to let this die. She needed to know the truth.

"Angel," I reached for her hand once we were outside.

"Noah, please," she let out a shaky breath. "I need to be alone."

I shook my head. "Give me five minutes."

"Oh, what's the problem wannabe Oli Sykes? Something upsetting you? Mad she won't spend the rest of her birthday with you?" Trey teased as he came up behind Y/N and wrapped an arm around her waist.

She brushed him off. "Can you give me a minute, Trey? Please, just a fucking minute."

Reluctantly he nodded but pulled her in for a heavy kiss and I averted my eyes down to my worn vans. I didn't need to watch as Y/N kissed him back for the briefest of moments before pushing on his chest.

"Two minutes then I want you on that bus, dress off," Trey smacked her ass before stalking up towards their bus.

Y/N wiped at her lips. "What do you want, Noah?"

"You can't go back to him, angel." I reached for her hand again and felt the weight around my heart ease when she intertwined our fingers together.

Tears burned in her eyes and I could tell she was seconds away from a breakdown.

"Why?" Her question wavered.

I swallowed the large lump in my throat. "He cheated on you, angel. I walked in on it."

Her broken stare barley lifted from the dirt on my shoes but the way she recoiled her hand from mine tightened the weight all over again.

"What?"

I tried to reach for her again but she smacked my hand away. "You're lying."

"I'm not," I shook my head. "Why would I lie to you about this?"

Her lips parted, nothing coming from her mouth, until she let out a stronger breath. "Be-because of the-."

Suddenly the anger intensified when I realized why she couldn't finish her sentence; she was afraid that if she said the word it would become real for her and force her to think about it.

"The kiss," I deadpanned. "You can say it, angel. We kissed. But that has nothing to do with Trey cheating on you!"

My voice was raised now, but I didn't care who heard. The only one that needed to be standing right in front of me.

"You're supposed to be my friend, Noah. Why would you even say that?"

Tears fell from her eyes and I had to force my hands into my pockets so I wouldn't wipe them away.

"That's why I'm telling you! And don't pull the friend card, you know this," I pointed between us. "Is more than that."

She turned her head away from me. "I don't know what you mean."

"Bullshit." I scoffed. "You know exactly how you feel, angel. Stop ignoring it."

"Did you see him?"

Her voice was so quiet, that I almost missed her question.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Did you see him?" She snapped, eyes slicing into me.

My nostrils flared. "No, but I heard him."

"Please, he could have been watching porn," she defended.

It was as if someone had slapped me across the face.

"I've listened to better audiobooks with sex than that," I said.

"Trey said you would do this. Tell lies to confuse me." She took a step away from me.

"You're taking his side over me? Even after everything he puts you through," I asked, dumbfounded.

She shook her head, not meeting my gaze again. "You don't get it."

"No, I get it loud and fucking clear, Y/N! You're so afraid of how you feel for me, for us, that you're staying with something familiar even though he treats you like shit!"

"There's no feelings here, Noah. That kiss was a mis-."

"Don't," I took a large step towards her. "We know it wasn't a mistake; we both wanted it."

Her tears stained her face, mascara leaving black trails underneath her eyes. "I don't know what you want me to say. I'm used to this. I can handle it."

I stared at her for a long moment, shocked that she was taking Trey's side. Yes, I might not have seen him, but I know what I heard.

"Fine," I eventually nodded and ran an aggravating hand through my hair. "When you wake up from this delusional world you're in, you know where to find me."

With a final look of betrayal, I left her standing in the middle of the parking lot, her soft cries running daggers into my chest.

[little-corritrice]

| The Mafia | ~ Part 12 ~

Genre: Mafia Au, Fanfiction

Pairing: | Jisung |

Rating: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of Torture

Synopsis ~ y/n was just living her life, but when she ran into troubles of her past, she found herself being auctioned off to a mafia named Ateez. Within her time, she soon finds another whom she knows...

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After everyone settled down, and we all went our separate ways, I was in the kitchen, sitting down as my legs and arms were hurting. I was basically slumped over, my legs and arms feeling numb from hanging for a while. Jisung was standing by the stove, making some food. I struggled to get up, but after I did, I walked over to him, hugging him from behind. "y/n, you need to be sitting! You'll tire your legs out more an-" He rambled on as he turned in my arms, but as soon as my head hit his chest, he went silent. "What's wrong, baby?" He asked softly, rubbing my head. "I'm tired." I mumbled out. "Well, why don't we go lay down?" He said softly, stroking my cheeks. I had tears in my eyes, and he frowned. "Baby, no. Everything is okay now." He whispered, resting his forehead on mine.

Tears left my eyes as I silently sobbed in his grasp. "Shh, it's okay." He sighed, holding my in his embrace. He slightly rocked us until I calmed down, and even then he still held me in his arms. He turned us around, going back to the food. All the boys came into the kitchen/dining room, and piled around us. They were all cheering and I discretely wiped my tears while still buried in Jisung's chest. I felt Jisung rub my head, and I looked up at him. "Go sit down while I get the food ready. Then we can go to sleep." He smiled softly, and I nodded. All the boys were in the dining room, sitting down and chatting. I wobbled into the room, holding the wall for support. Seungmin and Hyunjin got up, helping me sit down. "Thank you." I mumbled, sending a small smile. They nodded, sitting back in their seat as the chatting continued on.

I zoned out as I stared at the table, just wanting to go hide away. My mind brought me back to the basement, and what my father put me through. I shook as I thought about it all, still in my own little world. I flinched as a hand rested on my own, and looked up to see Changbin frowning as everyone stared at me. "You're okay, y/n. He's gone now." Changbin whispered, squeezing my hand. I nodded, bringing my hand back to my chest. I lifted my legs to my chest, resting my head on my knees as the maids came in, serving the food. Jisung sat next to me, rubbing my shoulder as he saw my state. "Can you eat a little bit for us?" He asked softly, and I nodded as he smiled, grabbing me a tiny plate of the food that was served.

After eating a couple of bites, I just started playing with my food. I lost my appetite quickly after my mind kept going back to the events of today. I shuddered in disgust as I brought my legs back to my chest, leaning my head on it, facing the wall. Someone pet my hair, and I closed my eyes, letting go of everything. I felt a tap to my head before a face was in my view. "Let's go to bed, baby." Jisung whispered and I nodded. I got up, wobbling a little until he picked me up. I yelped out, and he froze. "Did I hurt you?" He freaked out, and I shook my head. "Just surprised me." I whispered and he nodded. Everyone came to us, kissing my head or patting my head, saying goodnight to me. Jisung carried me upstairs afterwards, and stopped in our hallway. "My room?" He asked, and I nodded. He smiled brightly, bringing us to his room.

As he gently set me down, he kissed my head. "Do you want a shower?" He asked, and I shook my head. "Alright. Let's get you changed." He said, digging through his drawers for a shirt. He got a long sleeve one. "May I?" He asked as his hands hovered at the hem of my shirt. I nodded and slightly lifted my arms. He slowly took off my shirt, seeing all the bruises and cuts. He frowned, kissing my head. "I'm sorry..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "Y-you don't need to apologize." I whispered, and his frown deepened. "I wasn't able to protect you, y/n. I swore I would never let anything happen to you." He said, and I shook my head. "Am I alive?" I asked, and he nodded. "Yes, but-" He started, but I cut him off. "I'm alive, Hannie. That's all that matters." I said, and he nodded. He finished dressing me, and got in bed besides me, covering us with the blanket.

He softly held me at a distance, hesitant to hold me. I scooted all the way closer to him, snuggling into his chest. "Are you okay?" He asked, and I nodded. We fell into a comfortable silence as he rubbed my back softly. "Hannie?" I whispered as I looked at him. He hummed back in acknowledgement, staring back at me. "I love you." I mumbled, and he smiled. "I love you too." He whispered back, holding my cheek. I leaned forward, pecking his lips to test the waters. He looked a little shocked, but it soon turned into a smile. He leaned back down again, connecting our lips once again. It was slow and gentle, passionate and pleasant. I sighed softly as we pulled away, smiling at each other. "Goodnight, baby." He said, and I snuggled close again. "Goodnight, Hannie." I whispered back, relaxing into his embrace as we both let sleep take us in.

[yourimagines]

Gym friends p.5

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: fluff, angst, violence, blood, sexual harassment

A bit longer than normally

Y/n POV

I was hanging around at Nate’s house, Misty was baking a cake as I was helping her in the kitchen. “So you and Nick are officially together huh.” I smiled at her. “Yes we are.” She smiles back and place the cake on a plateau. “I think you guys are very cute together.” “Aww thank you, you and Nate are also very cute.” She blushes and waved me off. “Thanks but we are not here talking about me and Nate, we are here to talk about you guys.” She opens the cabinets and took out some plates. “Well, about what do you want to talk about then.” I joked back at her. “Everything, I want to know everything.” I giggle as she wiggles with her eyebrows. “We are not….uh you know.” I shyly smiled down at my hands. “Hey, it’s fine. Don’t worry, he loves you so he will wait for you I’m sure.” She gently taps on my shoulder. “Thanks.” “No problem.” She grabs the cake and nods at the plates. “Could you help me please?” “Sure.” I grabbed the plates and followed her to the garden where everyone was. “We have some cake.” She sang to the guys. “I love cake.” Chris said while making some space for the cake on the table. “Thank you.” Misty said to him while placing it down. I gave everyone a plate. “I hope it’s good, we made this one.” Misty and I both giggled. “I’m sure it’s good.” Nate said and grabbed a piece. Nick smiled softly at me as I sat down next to him. He leans forward and grabbed two pieces, one for him and one for me. “Thank you.” He nods and took a bite from his slice of cake. “This is good!” Chris said while taking another bite. “Good to hear, it’s a new recipe.” Chris gave us a thumb up. “It’s good.” We both smiled at them. Nick wrapped his arm around me and placed a small kiss on my head. “It’s really good.” He whispered at me, I looked at him and smiled. “Thank you.”

—— Friday morning——

I joined Nate’s training because Nick had some other duties today. I felt a bit nervous because I haven’t joined them after I was send back home. “Hey Y/N.” Josh said standing next to me. “Hey Josh.” I smiled at him. “It’s good to see you back.” “Thanks, it’ feels good to be back.” He nods but I saw him sighing. I looked to the direction where he was looking and saw Derek walking to us, he had his purple belt hanging around his neck so his bare chest was visible. “Hello ladies, like what you see.” Josh snorted and make a puking face. “Oh you wish Derek.” Derek stops and stands next to Josh. “You two are always together, almost like a couple.” Derek looked at me, with a smirk on his face. “We are not together man, she’s with Nick.” Derek laughed and looked away. “Yeah she is with Nick.” There was a weird undertone in his voice. Josh shook his head at him but Nate walked in just in time and started his class.

“Y/n, shall we?” Derek said with a smile on his face. “Sure.” We both started to practice the moves Nate just told us to. Derek started and threw me on the ground, placing his hands a bit more closer to my breasts, spreading his fingers a bit wider. “You didn’t forget about we talked about, have you?” He grabbed my upper arm a bit more firmer. “No.. I..I didn’t forget.” “Good, I don’t like to harm you, I actually like you Y/N.” He tried the next move and squeezed firmly into my wrist, causing it bruise. I hissed out in pain as he moves his legs up. “I’m dead serious about this, it would be shame if I had to do something to you.” I nodded and tried not to cry out in pain as he held my wrist is his firm grip. He lets go of me and smiles. “Thank you for your time.” He stands up and walks over to Nate, talking to him. I held my wrists, trying to rub away the pain. “You okay?” Chris looked at me with his eyebrows raised. “Yeah, I didn’t tapped on time.” I tried to smile it away but he looked suspicious at me. “Okay… take good care of yourself.” I nodded as he walks away, joining Derek and Nate. ‘I want to go home.’ Josh waved at me. “Want to roll around?” ‘Don’t let them know, who knows what Derek will do to you.’ I nodded to Josh. “Yeah lets roll.”

“Thank you for today, I see you guys next week.” We all left the training room. Josh was laughing as we all walked to the locker rooms. I walked into the ladies one and started to change my clothes. I saw some light bruises on my thigh and on my wrists. ‘Shit, he’s going to see this.’ I felt my eyes getting glossy. ‘Maybe it’s a good thing, he can help me.’ I grabbed my bag and hide my wrists with my jacket. “Y/N, I hope I see you next week?” Derek stood at the entrance from the ladies locker room. “Yeah, I think I will be here.” he smirks and gives me a wink. “Can’t wait to train with you again, see ya next week.” He walked away as Josh walks up. “What did he want?” I shook my head. “Just to annoy me.” “Always the same with him, honestly I don’t trust him at all, please be careful around him.” “I will, thank you for your concern.” “Always, you’re my friend.” He slightly pushes my shoulder as we walk to the reception. “As a friend, I think you should take her out.” I subtle nodded at the direction where Lindsey was sitting. “Oh god, I wish I had the courage.” “You have it, just do it.” I smiled at him and waved at Lindsey. “I have to go but Josh will tell you about our training. See ya.” I giggled and run off. I heard Josh yell my name as I waved them goodbye.

—— next day——

I was at Nicks place, hanging around his living room. “So was Nate a bit kind to you?” “Yes he was.” “Good, otherwise he would be in a big trouble.” He reached out to grab my hand but I pulled my hands back. He frowns at me. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” He tilts his head. “Don’t lie to me.” “It’s nothing really.” He reached his hand out. “Let me see.” I was getting scared as I shook my head. “Y/N, let me see.” He looked a bit a scary, looking dead serious even a bit angry. I slowly reached out my hands to him. He carefully grabbed my hands, pulling the sleeves of my hoodie up. My bruised wrists were full on display now. His thumbs traces carefully my wrists. “Who did this?” His voice was full with venom. I was scared and didn’t dare to speak. He looked up and looked into my eyes. “Baby….. who did this to you.” He tried to asked me a bit calmer but I saw it in his eyes, the anger, the hate everything was there. He clenches his jaw. “God dammit y/n, who did this.” He slightly raised his voice and I slightly flinched at him. His face fell and sighs. “Baby, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened.” He slowly placed one of his hands on my face, caressing my cheek. “I’m not angry at you baby, just tell me what happened.” My lip starts to tremble. “I’m not going to hurt you, I’m here.. just tell me baby.” I nodded and swallowed. “It was Derek.” I whispered at him. I saw his jaw clenching and he looked away, mumbling something. “I’m sorry Nick… I didn’t meant it to happen.” Tears were falling down my face. He looks at me and shakes his head. “Don’t apologise baby, it’s okay… I’m here with you.” He pulls me close to his chest, protecting me from everything. “Never apologise, it’s not your fault.” He placed a kiss on my head as he held me very close. “Just stay with me tonight.” “I will, I’m not going anywhere.”

—— Monday——

I was waiting at the gym for Nick. He was still very angry and I’m afraid he will beat up Derek. Nate and Nick where both not here yet so I was hanging around in the training room. “Your early.” Derek walked in with his cocky smile on his face. I ignored him, looking at my hands. “Not very talkative today huh.” He stands in front of me. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He leans down and grabs my chin firmly. “Where is that good girl huh, it’s almost you’re begging for it.” I tried to wiggle out of his grip. “Don’t be like this now, I thought we were on the same page.” I moved my leg against his and sweeps him on the ground. Then I moved very quickly away but he grabbed my leg. “Don’t be a bitch now, I was so nice to you.” He pulls my leg and makes me fall on my stomach as I was trying to get up. I swinged my leg backwards as I rolled over to my back. I saw him dodging my leg. “Don’t be like this, you know we are alone for the next ten minutes.” I tried to kick him but he grabbed my other foot as well. “Stop.” I said as he moved on top of me. He didn’t and grabbed one of my arms, placing them above my head. I started to throw full power punches with my other hand at his face/head. He laughs at me and grabs my other hand as well. “I think I should teach you some respect.” I yelled out in pain as he grabs my thumb and slowly pulls it back, breaking it. He covered my mouth with his hand. “Sssh, we’re not done yet.” He starts to open up my jacket, loosing up my white belt. I started to panic. ‘He’s going to rape me.’ Tears were streaming down my face as he lets go of my hand with the broken thumb.

He threw away my white belt and opens my jacket completely, looking at my black NDA shirt. He smiles and went with his hand under my shirt. I tried to wiggle with my legs but fails. I bite down on my teeth and balled my hand in a fist, causing a lot of pain in my broken finger. I felt him touching my breast and I hit him at the left side at his head with full force. I scream out in pain and he fell to the side, holding his head. I wiggled out of his grip and crawled away from him. He was swearing and stood up, walking over to me. I pulled myself up by the door frame. I looked behind me and saw him walking towards me, his side of his head was bleeding. I stumbled into the hallway, looking behind me at Derek. “Go away!” I yelled as my heart was bursting out of my chest.

I turned around to look where i was and run into someone. I was panicking as that person held me close. “It’s me Nate, y/n what happened.” Nate was looking at me full concerned. I was crying and tried to tell him that Derek was following me. I pointed with an shaking hand to the training room. “Derek.” I cracked out. “Derek, did he attacked you?” I nodded as I hold my broken thumb close to my chest. “Okay, it’s all good now I’m here.” He looked behind him, looking at the mens locker room. He had one arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to his side. “Nick!” He yelled and looked quickly back were I came from. “Nick!” Nate was rubbing my back, trying to calm me down. “What, what’s happening.” I heard Nick saying. “Derek attack Y/N, he’s still here.” I saw a glimpse of Nick and of Chris, standing in their gym clothes. “What, now?” “Yeah, she was stumbling through the hallway when I heard her screaming.” I heard someone move around. “Baby, Iets get you to somewhere safe.” I heard Nick say. As I saw Chris walking up to me. “Come, let me clean you up.” He slowly reached out and I took Chris his hand. He smiles and I put my head against his chest, completely afraid. “I’ve got her, go get him.” Nate and Nick run off to the training room. “Come.. let’s get you some water.” He guided us through the building.

I sat down in the small kantine with a few ice packs on my body. Chris was pacing around the room. “Chris..” Josh slowly walked in. “Yes?” “Nate’s calling for you.” He nodded. “I can stay here with her. They are in the training room A.” Chris nods and walks off. Josh looks at me and shakes his head. “I’m sorry that this happened to you.” He carefully takes a seat next to me. I just nod at him. “Are you okay?” I shook my head. “Can I do something, hold you or something.” I nodded as tears were still rolling down my cheeks. He carefully wrapped an arm around me shoulders, pulling me close. “Nobody is going to hurt you. I’m here, Chris, Nate and Nick. We all protect you.” I nodded as my thumb started to hurt even more. The adrenaline was fading, causing me to feel more pain. “She’s in here?” I heard some say in the hallway. “Yes with Josh, she’s not okay tho.” I saw Chris and Nick walk in. Josh removes his arm and stands up. “Thank you Josh.” Chris says and they both leave. Nick walks over and I stand up, almost running into his arms. “I’m here baby.” I started to cry again into his chest. “I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry I was not there…” I looked carefully at him and saw he had some blood in his mouth, a bursted lip, blood covered on his clothes and hands, he was clearly still a bit angry. “Nick…” I whined out his name. He looked down at me. “My finger.” He looked down at my hands. “Let me see baby.” He carefully takes a look. My thumb was out of his place. I hissed when he slightly touched it. “I know I’m sorry baby.” He rubs away my tears and kisses my head. “Let’s get you to the hospital for your finger.” I nodded slowly. “I’m here with you baby, he’s not going to hurt you ever again.” I stayed at his site as he guide us through the building. The guys stood in the hallway from the locker rooms. “I’m going to the hospital with her.” They all nodded as I saw Derek sitting on the ground, covered in blood. He looked directly at me, causing me to hide behind Nicks arm. Chris moves a bit and blocks Derek body. “Text me yeah.” Nate said to his brother. “I will.” Nick guided us to his car, not leaving my side.

[casspurrjoybell-32]

All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 15

*Warning Adult Content*

Aiden

I woke with a raging headache from hell.

I need some aspirin S.T.A.T. I sat up and looked around.

My eyes took in my surroundings as I moved the covers from me and slid out of the bed.

'This isn't my room,' I thought as I stared at the almost bare area.

There were two dressers... no T.V... no personal belongings... just the bare essentials and a fluffy white rug on the floor.

Oh right, I was at Liam's, wow that felt weird to say.

Who knew I would be sleeping at Liam's, in his bed even.

Speaking of Liam, where is he?

"You're up."

Startled I spun around and saw Liam closing the bathroom door.

He had a towel rubbing his wet hair dry and another around his waist.

My eyes traveled down his body and what a body it was.

There were droplets of water running down his tan chiseled chest falling across his delicious six pack abs.

I watched his biceps contract as he dried his hair and I could promise you that I was drooling.

I heard his clear his throat with a smirk on his face. Blushing I looked away quickly.

"Yeah," I finally answered.

"You might want to wipe your mouth there, would you like to borrow a towel? Which one?" he teased me with a smug smirk on his face.

I scowled at him and walked past him rudely bumping him in the process.

"I'm going to the bathroom..." I mumbled.

He chuckled as I stormed into the bathroom.

"You can take a shower I'll bring in some clothes for you," he said.

Closing the bathroom door I turned the water on.

While I waited for it to warm up I turned toward the mirror and nearly having a heart attack.

I look horrible... I had dark bags under my eyes, my skin was sickly pale.

My bottom lip was split open and bruised.

I touched it with my tongue and winced from the sting.

There was a quick knocked at the door, opening it Liam handed me a black shirt with gray pajama bottoms.

"I would give you a pair of pants but I don't think they would fit and I brought you my towel," he winked at me.

Nodding with a small smile since it would hurt if it was any bigger and I took them.

"Thanks," I said and closed the door.

I pulled my shirt off gingerly but grunted with the effort anyway.

My ribs were in pain, my whole body was screaming in agony.

I looked in the mirror again eyeing my bruised torso and arms from the beating Brent gave me.

I didn't want to do back there... I didn't want to see his face.

But were else was I supposed to go, shaking my head I stripped the rest of my clothes and hopped in the shower.

I stayed under the spray of hot water longer than I had to but it was soothing on my back and was doing magic to my sore muscles.

Sighing I reluctantly got out and dried myself off keeping my gaze from the mirror this time.

I shrugged on Liam's clothes and began to panic.

He gave me a short sleeve shirt that was showing off all the bruises on my arms.

CRAP. What do I do now?

I franticly looked around the bathroom trying to find something to cover them up.

Then I spotted a bathrobe, grabbing it I threw it on and picked up my dirty clothes and took a deep breath.

Liam was sitting on the bed waiting for me when I walked out... he got up and grabbed my clothes.

"Here let me wash these," he said before he frowned at me.

"Why are you wearing my robe?" he asked.

I racked my brain trying to think of a quick excuse.

"I was cold," I blurted.

"Well I can turn the heater up," I shook my head.

"No its fine, I don't want you running up your bill for me."

He just laughed.

"It's no problem."

I shook my head again.

"It's comfy, I'm cool."

Hesitantly he nodded headed out of the room.

I just stood there staring at the doorway until he popped his head in the room.

"You coming?"

"Yeah."

When we entered the kitchen Liam's mom was fixing breakfast and his dad was sitting at the table with a whole bunch of papers scattered around him.

I snickered a little, it reminded me of my home.

My dad was always reading a file of something while my mom cooked.

"Oh Aiden your up, would you like some waffles?" Mrs. Jacobs asked with a beaming smile. I nodded.

"Good take a seat sweetie."

I sat down keeping my eyes on the table.

Liam came around the table and sat next to me.

"Your clothes are in the wash," he said quietly and I nodded.

Someone cleared there throat, looking up I noticed Mr. Jacobs was staring at me.

"So Aiden what do your parents do?" he asked.

"Uh... m-my dad works I-in a law f-firm, h-he's a l-lawyer."

I don't know what it is about him but he made me very nervous.

"A lawyer," he said impressed.

"He wouldn't be Mr. Carlisle by any chance would he?" he asked.

"Y-yes sir, that's my d-dad."

He nodded in astonishment.

"He's one of the most sought after lawyers around here."

I nodded in agreement.

"And your mother?"

"She does volunteer work and things like that."

"That's very noble of her," Mrs. Jacobs intervened dishing waffles on my plate and placing the rest on the table.

Liam quickly forked a couple waffles off the plate as did Mr. Jacobs.

I started cutting my waffles.

It was quiet for a while, my eyes were traveling all around the kitchen and living room.

It was like a scene out of a petty Crocker book or something.

The room gave off homely vibes that made you feel warm and welcomed.

The scent of the breakfast Mrs. Jacobs engulfed the room and soothed me.

It reminded me of my mom in a way.

She was a stay at home mom and took care of my siblings and I with all the care in the world.

Homemade meals were always at the ready for whenever we were hungry, just not as many sweets as when we were younger.

I looked over towards Liam's parents for a second and saw the startling hungry look in Mr. Jacobs as he stared at his wife.

His eyes were slowly turning a misty yellow and I frowned.

That is exactly what Liam's do to... was that even possible?

"Dad," Liam said sternly.

His eyes snapped towards his sons and they were again a stormy grey.

He glanced at me as saw my curious face.

Clearing his throat he went back to his food.

I turned towards Liam and he just smiled at me.

After breakfast Liam's parents went upstairs.

"Your parents are very affectionate... huh?" I said.

Liam grimaced a little before nodded.

"Hey come with me," he said walking up the stairs... confused I followed him towards the guest bathroom.

"Why are we in here?" I asked as he guided me to sit on the toilet.

"What are you doing?"

I watch him rummage through his cabinets and pulled out disinfectant wipes.

Tearing it open he knelt in front of me and dapped at my lip.

Hissing I backed away.

"Ouch," I exclaimed.

"Come on Aiden I need to clean it," he said giving me a puppy dog face.

Rolling my eyes I sighed and leaned forward letting him torture my lip.

He had a smug smile on his face as he continued to clean my wound.

His eyes were focused on my lip so I let mine roam over his face.

His dark brows were furrowed in concentration.

He had such long eyelashes that made his hazel eyes pop more, they were mesmerizing.

He had full sexy lips with a dark shadow along his jaw and framing his lips, a sure sign that he hadn't shaved this morning.

There was also a little pack of hair at the bottom of his lip.

It made him look more rugged than should be allowed.

His hair was black as night, not really all that long on the top where it hang in his face but long enough to grab.

He seemed to like styling it up with a flip in the front... while the sides were cut short.

And to top it all off it was a perfect contrasted with perfectly tanned skinned.

I noticed suddenly that his hand was still.

Looking back in his eyes I saw he was staring at me with a curious look.

Oh no, he saw me checking him out.

My face began to heat and I turned my head away in embarrassed.

"Sorry," I muttered.

"It's fine," he chuckled turning my head back to face him.

It was silent for a while as he dabbed my lip clean before I broke it.

"Can I asked you something?" I said timidly.

He nodded.

"Yeah, anything."

"Why aren't you disgusted with me like the rest of the school?" I asked keeping my eyes on the floor.

His hand stopped now but I still didn't look up.

"Aiden, I could never be disgusted with you," he said in a firm voice.

I shook my head.

"You're just trying to make me feel better. I'm pathetic."

He lifted my chin up then looking in my eyes.

"Aiden, trust me you are far from disgusting to me."

His face was set in a serious expression.

"Your special and don't let anyone tell you different."

I chuckled.

"You sound like my dad," I said.

He smiled and when back to cleaning my lip.

"Then your dad is a very smart man."

"I like to think so, since he's a lawyer and all," I joked and he smiled back.

Finally he finished, throwing away the wipes.

"I need to put your clothes in the dryer," he said sprinting down the stairs leaving me sitting in the guest bathroom.

Sighing I got up and I walked out back to his room only to bump into Liam's dad.

"Oh... s-sorry Mr. Jacobs," I apologized.

He chuckled running his hands through his messy dirty blonde hair.

'I wonder what he was doing to make his perfect hair from earlier so disheveled,' I snickered to myself.

"Call me Robert," he told him patting my upper arm.

I suppressed my wince.

"I've been meaning to ask you what happened to your lip?" he asked and I frowned.

He laughed sheepishly.

"I heard you and Liam in the bathroom and it's kind of hard to hide that since I saw it yesterday," he told me.

"Oh um, I got in a little fight at school was all, nothing big."

I watched his brows shot up.

"I know I don't look like the type to fight."

He shook his head.

"You have spirit, I can see that."

I nodded.

"Yeah," I said slowly in confusion.

"So are you staying again tonight?" he asked his grey eyes causing me to shift uncomfortably.

"Um... No I think I should go home today."

He nodded.

"Well you're welcome here anytime," he said with a smile before entering a room down the hall.

I let out a deep breath.

'Why does he make me so nervous?' I though as I continued towards Liam's room.

[erodasfishtacos]

how about when they first noticed ezra was a nervous and anxious baby ?

Seperation

prompt: the moment when h and yn decide that Ezra needs to see a therapist.

warnings: angst

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It’s late at night, like 3 in the morning, and Harry was down in Atlanta for three games with the Braves.

Easton and Cash had long adjusted to their father being away for short spurts of time - doesn’t mean they don’t miss him but they know he’ll come back to them.

Ezra was another story.

YN felt dread anytime he went away for a game because her youngest got so anxious and had trouble sleeping.

He was usually okay during the day (Harry was gone for practice and obligations during most mornings and afternoons).

It was at night time.

She really didn’t want to call and bother her husband because he had just played a game that went into three innings of overtime and had gotten a gnarly bruise on his thigh from a ball hitting him as he batted.

When they’d FaceTimed after the game, about eight, he had been so exhausted in his hotel room that his eyes were nearly closing as he spoke to her.

Now at three, three in the morning, Ezra still hasn’t went to bed because of how fussy and tearful he was - babbling about his father.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” He was whining into his mother’s neck, his hot tears rolling down his cheeks and onto her skin.

“Ezzie, baby. We have to calm down. Mama’s here and daddy is okay, he’s just working,” She murmured to him for the hundredth time that night.

YN was sat in the den with him because she didn’t want him waking up his brothers or his little sister who just begun to sleep through the night for the most part.

At one point, she did stir for a night feeding, and as YN sat on her bed - Briar latched sleepily, Ezra was nestled tightly into her other side.

When it hit three-thirty, she began to feel herself get frustrated because she couldn’t fix the situation - no matter what she did.

She knew once tears began rolling down her own cheeks that she had to call Harry.

It was never that she was worried he would be mad that she called, she just felt guilty because he had worked so hard already that day.

YN reaches for her phone, taking a deep inhale before pressing his contact for facetime.

It rings three times before it’s picked up, completely dark in his room, and he rasps out drowsily, “Wha’s going on, mama? Y’alright? The babies alright?”

“I-I can’t get him to settle,” YN takes a deep breath, the sleep deprivation making her want to just break down and sob.

“Daddy? Daddy, daddy, daddy,” Ezra just chants, eyes wide on the screen, searching for his father to just appear but all he sees is darkness.

That causes him to just start bawling his eyes out when he can’t will his father onto the phone like he wants.

“Whoa, Ezzie. Sweet boy, c’mon. Y’gotta breathe s’daddy can understand you,” Harry coos, stirring to turn on the light and illuminate his pillow-creased face.

“Daddy!” His voice is shrill, high-pitched and it makes YN’s ears ring.

“Ezra Duke,” Harry says a little more firmly, “Daddy can’t understand you when you scream, okay?”

The little boy sniffles and tries to catch his breath, leaning into where YN is rubbing soothing circles into his back.

“Miss you,” His son whimpers sadly, bringing his voice down a notch, “Come home, please.”

“I am flying’ home tomorrow, bab. Daddy will be home around noon but you have to be good for mama,” He says, voice still smooth and calm.

“Now!” Ezra screams in a way he usually never does and then continues, “Now! Now daddy! Now!”

Both parents are taking aback, Harry with wide eyes and parted lips as he watching his son through his phone and YN just squeezes her eyes shut, exhaling out of her mouth.

“Mama, breathe,” Harry directs towards her, can tell how overwhelmed she is getting from all the chaos of his screaming.

“Daddy, daddy,” Ezra blubbers, green eyes angry and anxious at the same time, “Please, home!”

YN hears noise from behind her, to see her eight year old padding into the room with his unruly curls poking every which way.

“Mama, is Ezzie okay?” Easton wonders, knuckling his eyes sleepily and then Cash follows right behind him in his dinosaur pajamas.

“Fuck, he woke up the boys,” YN informs Harry tearfully, “I just…I don’t know what to do. I can’t do anything to make him feel better.”

The older boys peek into the screen to smile at their dad and Harry gives them a tense smile, “Hi boys, I know Ez is being loud but can y’two be good f’your mama and go back to bed?”

They agree, giving their upset brother a kiss and then their mom before talking quietly to each other as they walk up the stairs.

“Daddy? Home, please! Hold me!” Ezra wails, clinging to his mother’s neck tightly enough to hurt as he tantrums.

“This is the worst it’s ever been, he’s normally stopped before I’ve had to call you,” YN groans, rocking him swiftly against her for lack of a better idea.

“Wait…” Harry sits up, scrubbing a hand over his puffy face, “Has this been happening’ every time m’away?”

“It just started two to three months ago but he’s always been able to be calmed down within an hour or so,” YN replies, shushing Ezra as he babbles over and over again daddy, daddy, daddy.

Harry’s jaw tightens and his frown settles into a deep crease, “Well why a’ve you not told me that m’baby has been cryin’ for me when I’m gone? Do y’not think that’s important?”

YN recognizes his irritation and is running on less than five hours of sleep over two days and may he’s it back with an even sharper tone.

“We can’t change that you’re gone. I’m trying to handle it, Harry.”

“Y’not doin’ a bloody good job at it!” Harry bites back in frustration, heart pounding in desperation as he hears his son cry for him.

“Daddy, daddy, come on.”

Then YN looks at him with watering, hurt eyes, “I’m doing my best. You’re not here, I can’t make you appear. I’m trying to calm him down without having to wake you up.”

And Harry shouldn’t but he’s angry and misses his babies - all of them but especially the one who needs him the most right now.

“Y’dont think I deserve to know tha’ Ezra’s been acting like this?” Harry snaps before adding, “In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.”

And wow, those words hit her like a ton of bricks. It was instilling all the insecurities that she had bubbling in her chest.

In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.

Harry automatically knows that he spoke before he thought and he let his stressed out mind say untrue hurtful things.

He part his lips about to speak before YN cuts him off.

“If you can do it so much better than me, fucking good you. Then come home and fix this because I give up,” YN laughs without humor, finger finding the red button to hang out and disconnecting.

Harry tried calling back over and over and over but YN just hangs her head, sniffling, as she watches her tired, anxious little son finally drift off to sleep.

At some point, her phone stops ringing when he’s given up and it doesn’t ring again until for another thirty minutes.

She knew he was going to keep calling until she picked up - had been that way since they first started dating.

By now, Ezra was asleep in his room and YN was sat against their headboard - having tossed the tear soaked shirt she had on off and was feeding Briar once more.

The millionth facetime request comes through and finally she swipes to answer, he’s furious right as they connect, “D’you have any idea how worried I am? Y’cant ju-“

He stops himself when he sees his baby girl pop her head from her mother’s breast with puffy lips and look at the screen, “Dadadadada.”

“Oh, hi lil’ mama,” Harry changes his tone completely, face softening - “Did I interrupt y’eatin’? S’mama being so nice and feeding you?”

Briar just smiles with a gapped baby tooth smile, a dimple pushing into her left cheek as she does so.

“Guess I’m good for one thing, right? A fucking milk-maker,” YN scoffs at her husband’s opposite tone as she guides Briar gently back down to finish her meal.

Harry frowns, “Y’know tha’s not anything near the truth and tha’ I think you’re the best mama to our babies. M’just upset.”

“You told me my best wasn’t good enough, I can’t believe you would say something like tha’ to me,” YN begins to sniffle again.

“Sweetheart, m’sorry. I ju-“

“What did you call for, Harry? It’s nearly four-thirty in the morning and I haven’t slept for nearly two days now. I want to feed her and go to sleep,” YN’s voice is disconnected and exhausted.

“To talk, I didn’t say how I was feeling correctly-“

“When you come home tomorrow you can fix everything and I’ll let you because I’m not doing a good enough job,” His wife cuts him off again.

Harry starts to feel a ball of worry form in his throat as he hears how unemotional and distance his wife sounds with him.

He had totally said the wrong things as his wife was just trying to do her best at balancing four babies while he was away.

“Please, let me apologize-“

“I would like to go to sleep. Please don’t call back,” YN responds before ending the phone call and leaving the screen dark.

They rarely ever fought. Especially like this.

He’s man enough to admit that he cries after he tries calling back (even though she said not to) and it went straight to voicemail.

-

He tries facetiming in the morning, at around nine right before if flight takes off - surprised when it actually was picked up.

Harry only sees YN for a brief moment before she’s propping up the camera on the kitchen table so that Easton and Cash are in view eating pancakes and Briar is in her high chair with blueberries staining her chubby cheeks.

Ezra must still be in bed.

“Hi bubbies,” Harry greets with a smile as they’re curls shake as they look up with excited smiles.

“Daddy! You comin’ home?” Cash squeaks excitedly through a mouthful of food.

“Hi dad!” Easton chimes in, waving.

Briar is only half-interested, more taken by the fact that if she squishes the berries between her fingers they turn mushy, babbles out a, “Daddadaa.”

“I’ll be home in like three hours, ‘kay” Harry informs them - his heart aches to be there right now with theme

“Ezzie cried all night,” Cash let’s his father know.

“Mama cried too,” Easton whispers, like it’s a secret that he doesn’t want her to hear, “I think she is really sad.”

Harry squeezes his eyes shut for a minute, “I know. Ezzie was sad last night. Can I talk to mama?”

Easton looks to his mother off camera as she must say something to him to repeat to Harry, “Mama said that she is busy and she’ll see you when you get home.”

He clenches his fist off camera, trying to smile but he knows it’s terse as he says, “Alright, I love you all. See y’when I get home.”

-

Meanwhile, YN gets all the children settled after breakfast.

Easton, Cash, and Ezra in the backyard - the two older ones digging holes for bugs and the younger playing in the sandbox.

Briar was snoozing in the cradle of YN’s elbow as she sat on a chaise - watching the kids.

She hits the number she was looking for, waiting for it to ring, and then she hears, “Hillside Pediatrics, this is Jess.”

The office knew the family well because Harry is Harry Styles and they have four children who visit there.

YN inquires about therapeutic options for him, resources, and if they had any recommendations for where to take him.

Like the super mom she is, she manages to set up an intake appointment that evening (which was a miracle on its own), call Anne and ask to watch the other children, and then take a deep breathe.

Harry steps through the back door, dressed in his usual Yankees hoodie, Nike shorts, and trainers looking tanner than before.

“Hi bubbies!” He greets, basking in when all of his children look up and squeal excitedly at the sight of their father.

Easton and Cash are the fastest, racing to cling to each legs and nuzzle into his thigh with a tight hug.

Ezra is slower, by the time he’s arrived to his father - there was no room for him to shuffle in and he automatically lets out an earth-shattering wail.

Just like before.

“Daddy! Hold me! Daddy, hold me please!” His youngest son begs desperately, stretching up his arms, and letting hot tears stream down his cheeks.

Harry tuts, reaching for him and popping him on his hip but Ezra has other ideas - scrambling until his nose is pressed into the curve of Harry’s neck with his arms wrapped tightly around him.

“Ezzie, c’mon now,” Harry titters softly, reaching down to give both of his other boys a kiss on the head before they dart back off to play.

“Daddy, miss you,” Ezra blubbers sadly, Harry wincing when his son yanks a bit in his longer curls by the nape of his neck.

“Y’okay, daddy’s got you. Relax, breathe bubba,” His father reassured him, swaying softly back and forth until he’s just sniffing.

“We have an appointment with a children’s play therapist for him later at five,” YN tells him, shushing Briar who’s squeaking from the noise.

Harry takes a deep inhale, “Okay, that sounds like a good idea. Can we talk now since y’been ignoring my calls?”

YN bristles at the attitude in his tone, “Excuse me if I’d rather not be critiqued on my skills as a mother when I am sleep-deprived and stressed out.”

He clenches his jaw, speaking lowly with firmness, “Y’bein’ absurd! I didn’t critique to you, y’blowing things out of proportion! Y’the one who didn’t tell me this was going on!”

“It didn’t get that bad until last night! I could handle it - he would just be upset for a little before bed but he’d never got that anxious before,” She justifies, returning the glare he’s giving her.

“Didn’t think y’could mentioned it to me? I have a right to know, he’s m’baby too. I could have fix this yet you were letting him suffer,” Harry bites out but know as soon as it’s out of his mouth that he wishes he could swallow the words back down.

You were letting him suffer.

YN doesn’t even argue back, just starts bawling because of how hurtful those words were and how could he even say that?

“Mama, fuck- I didn’t, I’m just-“

His wife gets up without a word, using Briar’s blanket to wipe at her wet cheeks, and vanishing through the sliding back doors.

Ezra was snoozing peacefully on him and he couldn’t leave the boys outside alone so he resorts to sitting down on one of the outdoor couches and curse internally.

He couldn’t believe he was being so cruel. He just felt so….betrayed that she hadn’t told him what had been going on and he felt like he was letting down Ezra.

It was a nasty feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach because he was away so much from his family and it was stressful for everyone.

He wanted to cry at the idea of his son crying for him every night.

-

Harry starts to get anxious when YN isolates herself in their bedroom with Briar for the next upcoming hours.

He knocks softly, opening the door to YN turned on her side away from him, under the covers, with Briar asleep in her bassinet asleep.

“Mama? Y’awake?” Harry murmurs cautiously with a sandwich and chips since she’d disappeared and hadn’t been down once, water in the other hand.

“Are the boys okay?” YN asks quietly, not bothering to turn over to face him.

“Yes, babies are fine. They’re watchin’ Toy Story right now, eatin’ lunch,” Harry replies, eyes falling in his beautiful little daughter.

“If the boys are fine then I don’t want you in here,” YN tells him with an angry tone but low enough that it won’t disturb Briar.

Harry nearly whimpers.

“Baby, please. We need to talk-“

“If the boys are fine, I want you to leave me alone.”

Harry hesitates by the door, feeling helpless as he slips the plate onto the dresser in case she is hungry but he doubts she’ll touch it.

“Alright, I’ll leave y’be. Call me if y’need anythin’ or help with Briar,” He offers, trying to buy time in the room.

She laughs sarcastically, “Yeah, I’ll make sure you’re notified because I can’t do a good enough job myself.”

Harry sighs, running a hand through his hair, trying to conjure up the perfect words to fix this situation but it’s interrupted.

“Daddy? Daddy? Where? Hold me!” Ezra screeches as Easton stands outside the door with him, holding his hand.

“Dad, he won’t stop,” The oldest complains with annoyance as Ezra scurries to his father and up into his arms.

“Daddy daddy,” He chants into his father’s skin with relief.

“Thank y’East, Ezzie’s been sad lately. Huh?” Harry replies, thumbing at Easton’s cheek.

The oldest shrugs, “Not always. Mama cheers him up all the time with kisses and hugs.”

Harry gazes back to the lump under the blankets and feels himself getting choked up. He really really regretted his words.

He didn’t regret being upset with her. He regrets the cheap shots he took at his wife who’s just trying to be a full time mom to his babies.

“Mama?” Ezra squeaks at the word, realizing he hasn’t seen her recently and then he’s back to tantruming, “Mama, mama, mama. Where’s mama?”

“M’right here, Ez,” YN murmurs, flipping to her other side so that her youngest could see her. His face lights up and he scurries to the bed, scampering up until his mom is tucking him under the blankets with her.

Harry’s heart aches when Ezra whimpers quietly and burrows into her warm chest with happiness that he found his mother.

“Y’got him?” Harry asks, hand raking through Easton’s curls as he leans into his father’s side.

“Can we go play now, dad?” Easton asks impatiently, tugging his father out of the room and down the staircase.

-

Anne shows up and the two older ones are so excited, bouncing up and down as they tug her into the backyard to show her the holes they dug with Briar popped on her hip - gnawing on her shirt collar.

YN brings Ezra down the stairs, curls tamed with a bit styling mousse and a little adias x disney outfit that was the cutest thing ever. ***

Harry reaches out to take Ezra off YN but he whines and shakes his head, clinging to his mother like it was life or death.

“No daddy! Mama!” Ezra pouts angrily, glaring at his father with protectiveness.

He puts his hands up, “Okay, okay. Y’can stay with y’mama.”

-

The car ride is silent, Harry doesn’t know what to say and YN isn’t giving him anything to work with. He feels like he’ll just say the wrong thing again.

When they pull up to the building and Harry puts it in park, he’s startled when his wife just starts bawling into her hands.

Harry freezes for a second with wide eyes before rumbling, “Mama, sweetheart. Please don’t cry, it breaks m’heart, darlin’.”

“I’m…I’m no-not a good mom,” YN cries, “I wanted to tell you but I was scared. I don’t want you to think I can’t handle raising our babies.”

Harry pries her hands away from her face, cupping her cheeks and firmly staring, full conviction in his voice, “If I didn’t think y’could handle four babies then I wouldn’t have put them in you. I wouldn’t talk about putting more in you.”

YN’s eyes are watering, letting Harry swipe the tears away with his thumbs as she inhales deeply, “I am so so sorry I didn’t tell you. I don’t want you to worry when you’re away.”

Harry leans forward, kissing her harshly before whispering against her lips, “I don’t give a fuck about baseball in comparison to you and the kids. I’d give it up this second if y’asked. I want to worry because you’re the love of m’life and I’m y’husband - I’m here to support you and support our family.”

He continues, “I am a bit frustrated with you. I want you to tell me everything I miss when I’m gone even if it stresses me out or upsets me. Okay? But I shouldn’t have said hurtful things. You’re the best mama on this planet and y’treat our babies the best.”

YN nods, willing herself to stop crying as their appointment starts in ten minutes as she takes steady breathes.

“I forgive you. I’m sorry I let my pride get in the way. I just…I feel like you do everything for us and the least I could do is manage the kids,” She sighs with self-deprecation.

“Mama, just because one of our bubs needs therapy doesn’t mean you’re not doing a perfect job. We’ve always know Ezzie was an anxious baby. This is going to be good for him and for us, right?” He encourages, nosing at her cheek before she offers up her lips once more for a short kiss.

“I love you,” YN tells him, running a thumb of a light dusting of stubble on his jawline.

“Love y’more than anything,” He replies instantly.

-

Ezra is nervous as they step into the calming, peaceful office where there are neatly organized buckets of toys and shelves of books.

Patricia was a middle-aged woman with a kind smile who welcomed them in, she observed how Ezra had himself wrapped around his dad with hesitant green eyes peeking at her.

As they sit down, Patricia says softly, “This must be Ezra?”

They all wait for a moment before the toddler turns around to look at the woman and says timidly, “m’Ezzie.”

“Hi Ezzie,” The therapist greets and he gives her a cautious smile before nuzzling back into his father’s neck.

The discuss what has been going on. How Ezra has always been very nervous, anxious, cautious in a way that none of his other siblings are.

How he struggles when one of his parents is away from him, how he can get upset if he can’t find one of his siblings, or how much he worries about things most kids his age don’t worry about.

Patricia does an excellent job in calming down the parents, assuring them that it was nothing out of the norm, and that therapy would be beneficial for him.

She states that they’ll work a lot of feelings - being able to describe and recognize them. That will be one of the most important things.

Also working on his ability to calm down and cope with stressful situations, recommending once a week which of course his parents agreed to.

By the end of the intake, Ezra had ventured to take one of the baby dolls from a bin and bring it back to his father.

“Look daddy, s’a baby,” He lisps proudly, holding it up to show him.

“Good job, bubs,” Harry laughs, leaning to kiss his forehead - watching him toddle off to find more dolls to play with.

-

That night, after all the kids go to bed, and YN is finishing her final feeding with Briar in her nursery before putting in her crib.

Harry runs a nice, steaming bath with lavender bubbles and a candle burning with the lights dimmed low.

When she finds him, he slowly undresses her with warm kisses and praises of how good of a wife and mother she is.

They lay in there together, YN between his legs with her head rested on his chest, as his hands massage at her tummy and hips lovingly.

And yeah, everything is okay after that.

They get up the next day and everything is back to normal except now Ezra goes to therapy once a week with his parents.

(Ezra ends up working with Patricia until he’s in about sixth grade.)

[sluttyten]

#25, #37 and #181 for Jungwoo or Jaehyun ❤️‍🔥

Jungwoo or Jaehyun + “shit, i forgot just how tight you are.” + meeting them at a house party and sneaking off to fuck them in the bathroom. + you being their best friend’s younger sibling.

When your brother Mark met his best friend, when he moved in with him, you thought for sure you’d cracked it and that your brother was gay and his best friend was his secret boyfriend. They were constantly together--going on trips, going out to dinner, going shopping together--so it wasn’t like it was a crazy leap in logic. But then one night, Mark was out of town, you needed a place to stay, so he told you to go stay at his place. 

Neither you or Jungwoo ever admitted to Mark the truth of that night. How you’d been sitting on the sofa with Jungwoo, venting to him, and when you’d mentioned in an offhand way how he was your brother’s boyfriend (like, obviously), Jungwoo paused and looked at you with the most adorably confused look on his face.

“I’m not his boyfriend. We’re honest to God just friends.” He holds his hand over his heart. “I’m into you, not Mark.”

In the space after those words, your entire worldview rearranged. You looked at Jungwoo, at the way he was looking at you, leaned towards you in comfortable casualness, and you realized that yeah, you could be into him too.

He fucked you right there on that sofa that night, and again in the shower the next morning, and before you left for the day, you made it clear to Jungwoo that sleeping with him meant nothing more than that you found him attractive too. You didn’t want your brother to know, and you didn’t plan to let it happen again. It had been perhaps a lapse in judgement to have sex with your brother’s best friend.

Weeks go by, and then months. You and Jungwoo are perfectly normal around each other, not letting that night interfere in any way. And then Mark throws a housewarming party when he and Jungwoo move out of their cramped apartment and start renting a house together with a few other friends. 

It’s the kind of housewarming that your other family members aren’t invited to. It feels more like a frat party than a housewarming.

There’s people everywhere. All over the lawn, filling every inch of the house you’d just helped your brother move his furniture into. You recognize a few of them as close friends of your brother that you’ve met before, but for the most part, you don’t know these people. You assume many of them are friends of the friends he’s moved in with, but you don’t even know any of those people other than Jungwoo.

So, you do your best to make new friends.

You meet a few lovely people before you finally meet Jaehyun. 

He seems nice, very friendly and handsome. You meet him over a tray of snacks you just know your brother sat out, and you start talking to him, small talk that quickly takes a turn when you both realize a mutual interest. That conversation carries you away from the snacks to standing outside, and once you’ve made it outside, you realize that someone’s set up a game of beer pong.

“Jae!” The guy at one end of the table calls as soon as he spots Jaehyun. “We need someone to play against!”

Jaehyun looks at you. “Want to be my partner?”

You hate the idea of leaving his side, knowing that if you do, some other girl that’s been eyeing him all night would quickly sweep in to try to fill your spot. 

So, it’s possibly one of the best decisions you’ve made yet that night to be his partner for beer pong because you win, and in the joy of victory, Jaehyun sweeps you into a hug and promises you that he owes you a prize. He quickly makes it clear that that prize is a fresh drink that’s not beer with a ball floating in it.

You could care less about getting another drink, but you go along with him as Jaehyun attempts to swim through the crowd of people that have gathered for this party now. You cling to his arm (his bare, well-chiseled biceps), and you never let your eyes leave the sight of his head (a backwards hat resting on his long black hair). 

When Jaehyun finds the way to the kitchen almost impossible to pass through due to it being a small room filled with alcohol and too many people trying to drink that alcohol, he sighs and stops, leaning against the wall and tugging you close to avoid you getting knocked into by the people passing behind you.

“Well, there goes my planned prize for you,” Jaehyun sighs, looking at you with this look that swells a hope inside you. “Guess I should treat you with something else.”

“I have an idea,” you venture, pressing forward a little more, letting your hand slide up his arm. “If you’re interested, you could be my prize, and I’ll be yours.”

“I’ll take that. Gladly.” Jaehyun’s gaze flicks between your eyes and your lips.

Before either of you can back down, decide that maybe you’re too buzzed to make a solid decision right now, you grab his hand and pull him away from the mass of people waiting to get inside the kitchen. You lead him upstairs, heading right for the bathroom you know is at the end of the hallway beside one of Mark’s housemate’s rooms.

You think you hear someone call your name downstairs, but over the music, it’s difficult to tell, and you refuse to let yourself be distracted away from Jaehyun.

You pull him inside the bathroom. Jaehyun closes the door behind him, and as soon as he’s turned to face you again, you all but launch yourself at him. 

Jaehyun’s teeth clack against yours. His warm fingers dig into your ass and thighs, and you clutch desperately at Jaehyun’s face, holding his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss as he stumbles deeper inside the bathroom with you. You feel the plasticky brush of the shower curtain, and then your back hits cool tile. 

Jaehyun has you against the shower wall, the scent of body wash filling your nose, and your moan echoes off the tile when Jaehyun slips his hand inside your panties. His fingers are expert, skilled at getting you off, toying with your clit and then he’s two fingers deep, rubbing your clit now as well as stimulating you from the inside. 

“Told you I’d give you a prize. You gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Gonna cum on my fingers?” Jaehyun kisses his words against your throat, and then he closes his lips around a sensitive spot and sucks.

Not that you want Jaehyun to know, but it’s been months since the last time you had sex, since the last time you orgasmed, so as the climax hits right now, your vision goes white, and your senses are overwhelmed on every side.

The volume in the room increases to a dull roar in your ears, and your fingers dig into Jaehyun’s shoulders, your body arching as he keeps going, pushing your orgasm to last longer and longer on his fingers. You moan his name softly between gasps, like an ecstatic prayer.

Your eyes flutter open, and you realize that the volume in the room isn’t just the buzz of pleasure and the pounding of your heartbeat anymore.

The dull roar of the party cuts out significantly when Jungwoo shuts the door behind him. Jaehyun’s head snaps up from where he’s been trying to leave his mark on your throat. Jungwoo clears his throat, “Don’t mind me, Jae, I just came up for a piss. But you should probably know that’s our housemate’s sister you’re fingering.”

Housemate? Jaehyun’s one of Mark’s new housemates? Shit, you drop your head back, in disbelief that you’ve done this again, fucking with your brother’s friend.

“Shit,” Jaehyun whispers quietly against your skin. “I thought you looked kinda familiar.”

“She has a thing for fucking her brother’s best friends.” Jungwoo turns his back on the pair of you, and you realize that he genuinely is using the toilet right now. Unbelievable. He couldn’t have just walked out to use one of the other two bathrooms in this house when he saw that this one was occupied?

“Jealous, Jungwoo?” You push lightly at Jaehyun’s shoulders until he steps back, freeing up enough space for you to straighten your clothes. “It’s not a good look on you.”

Jungwoo laughs. “Why would I be jealous? We had sex one night, and never spoke about it again.”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t want it to happen again.” You walk up right behind him. “Do you think I haven’t caught you looking at me?”

Jungwoo turns to face you. “What about you looking at me? Have you not spent any lonely nights since then thinking of me? Remembering the way I touched you, how it felt when you fell apart for me?”

Jaehyun clears his throat. “I’m still standing right here, you know. If you’re gonna have this weird moment, at least let me leave.” He starts to step around you, to squeeze by both you and Jungwoo, but you reach out to touch his arm.

“Don’t go. I want you to stay. You’re the one I brought in here. Not Jungwoo.” You squeeze Jaehyun’s wrist. 

“Maybe you two just need to fuck it out of each other again,” Jaehyun recommends. “Don’t let me get in the way of that.”

You don’t let go of his wrist even when he tugs, instead you hold tighter. Something he said gave you an idea. “Don’t go. I don’t want you to be in the way, Jaehyun. What if, and either of you can say no, but what if we all got what we wanted?”

You know for a fact it would be the end of you if Mark ever learned that you’d had sex with not just one of his bestfriends, and not even just that you had sex with two of his best friends, but the fact that you had sex with two of them at the same time in the bathroom of the house he’s renting with said best friends, yeah, you would be over if he knew.

So you definitely don’t let risk letting him find out.

This time you lock the door. You don’t want anyone walking in when you’re leaning your elbows on the low countertop of the sink in that bathroom, blowing Jungwoo with your panties around your ankles while Jaehyun fucks you. You don’t want anyone to walk in when Jaehyun pulls you back up against his chest, when Jungwoo steps closer and edges his fingers in alongside Jaehyun’s cock.

Something about the coordinated way that they move with each other, the way neither voices a complaint as Jungwoo stretches your pussy around him and Jaehyun’s cocks, something about that strikes you as odd. Not premeditated necessarily, just practiced, like maybe they’ve fucked a girl together before.

If you thought your orgasm on just Jaehyun’s fingers after so long without sex was amazing, then the orgasm you experience on both of their cocks is world-ending. You feel yourself breaking apart at the edges, the pleasure going and going as they neither one stop when they feel you cumming around them. 

Jungwoo kisses you even when your head falls back against Jaehyun’s shoulder, tasting the pathetic whimpers and pleas of more that spill from your lips. Jaehyun snaps his hips forwards harder, driving himself closer and closer to his own orgasm. The feel of his cock pulsing inside you, shooting his load inside you, is enough to have you cumming again.

Jaehyun pulls out, but he stays right there beside you, his chest against your back, his arms around you, holding you up as Jungwoo keeps fucking you. You’re sensitive now, so sensitive and it hurts but it feels so good, and you keep clenching around Jungwoo. 

“Shit, baby,” Jungwoo hisses and groans. “I forgot just how tight you are. I’ve missed you. Fuck, I’ve missed this.”

You feel like a white hot star on the verge of collapse by the time that Jungwoo cums, his fingers twitching over your clit just to draw a final orgasm from you. This is all much more than you’ve felt in a long time, or possibly more than you’ve ever felt. 

Jaehyun supports you against his chest as Jungwoo steps back. Your legs feel useless when your feet touch the floor, and you have Jaehyun to thank for you not completely collapsing. He holds you, slowly leaning back against the wall and sinking even more slowly to the floor with you. You feel like you could never move again and be perfectly happy. 

“I’ve got her, she’s fine,” you hear Jaehyun say. “Go back out to the party. I can help her clean up, can get her to bed. Should I put her in Mark’s room?”

“No,” you murmur, “Put me in Jungwoo’s bed. Mark wouldn’t think that’s weird for me to be there.”

Jaehyun goes a little stiff at the idea of leaving you in another guy’s bed, but you hear the silent agreement between the two. They won’t talk about this outside of here. They won’t let this fuck up a friendship--either the one between them, or the one with Mark. Jaehyun will help you into Jungwoo’s bed tonight, but that doesn’t mean he won’t hope to have you in his on some other night.

And after Jungwoo leaves the bathroom, after you’ve regained some desire to get up off this bathroom floor,  you makeout with Jaehyun in the shower while you both clean up. You sneak out of the bathroom and down the hall to Jungwoo’s room beside your brother’s, and when you climb in between the covers and bury your face in the pillow that smells just like Jungwoo, Jaehyun slides in beside you.

“I really like you,” he tells you. “I know we’ve only known each other for a couple hours now, but I really like you.” 

“I like you a lot too,” you admit. You place a hand lightly on his cheek, drawing Jaehyun into a kiss. 

Jungwoo finds you like that a bit later when he comes to bed; you and Jaehyun asleep in each other’s arms in his bed, and his heart breaks a little knowing that this is something he could have had if he would’ve just fought a little harder a few months ago to make his feelings known to you. He should’ve made a move before tonight, sometime after that night you’d spent with him months ago. But he was scared of what your brother might think.

That’s why he’d come upstairs tonight. He’d seen you walking upstairs, and by the time Jungwoo navigated his way through the crowd and extricated himself from clinging hands trying to drag him in for a drink, he’d followed you upstairs only to find you getting fingered by Jaehyun.

He’s still standing there beside his own bed, looking at you two, when you stir. 

“Jungwoo?” You ask, stretching out a hand to him. “Come to bed.”

The feel of your palm sliding against his, lightly pulling him to join you, that is almost more exhilarating that what happened earlier in the evening. Because you might be cuddling with Jaehyun, but you clearly want him there too, and Jungwoo doesn’t entirely understand what any of this means, but if he can have this moment with you and a million more like it, he doesn’t think he really minds what it means to share you with Jaehyun. 

requests are now closed! Thank you to everyone that sent your requests/prompts in, I really enjoyed writing these drabbles!

[earlgreydream]

scientist.

| bucky x reader | fluff | smut |

anon requested. scientist working closely with the avengers at the compound becomes close with bucky and is one of the only people who he feels safe to open up to, and they end up falling in love? maybe with some fluff and smut? 

“Y/N, this is Bucky,” Steve introduced you to the Winter Soldier. He eyed you warily, silver eyes untrusting. His body was full of tension, and his jaw tightened with uncertainty.

“Hi, Bucky. I’m going to try to help you, okay?” You smiled sweetly, and he glanced at Steve who gave him a reassuring nod.

Bucky had recently arrived at Stark Tower, traumatized and shaken up after being rescued from Hydra. He was safe with immunity, and brought to the tower for recovery. He was quiet and anxious, barely speaking to anyone except for Steve. 

You had been asked to run tests on Bucky and help him adjust, as well as being the one responsible for his injured body. Steve knew you would be the most gentle, and he trusted you with his life, and was willing to trust you with Bucky, even in his own absence. 

“Steve,” Bucky’s voice broke when Steve went to the door. He bit the inside of his lip, not wanting his only friend to abandon him. Anxiety welled up inside of Bucky, and a pang of guilt shot through Steve.

“I have a mission, but you’re safe with Y/N. She’ll be gentle,” Steve promised, and Bucky’s entire body tensed up when Steve disappeared down the hallway.

You and Bucky were left alone in the lab, and you smiled gently. His eyes were sharp, and he watched your every move as if you were a threat. You quietly moved things around, preparing for an exam.

“You don’t need to be nervous. I only want to help you, okay?” You asked, and he didn’t answer. You didn’t mind, you were patient, and you knew that you couldn’t rush him into trusting you. 

“Can you take your shirt off for me, please? I just want to get a look, I understand that you’re wounded.”

Bucky hesitated before slowly peeling off the loose black t-shirt he wore. Red, angry scars littered the skin that his prosthetic was attached to. You winced, imagining it must have been painful. You took time examining his body, figuring out how to best help him. Getting the poor soldier out of pain and more comfortable was your first priority.

“Does it hurt?”

He nodded silently, and you frowned. 

“Will you let me touch you? I’ll be gentle,” he didn’t respond, and you took a step toward him. He was sitting on the edge of the exam table, and you carefully lowered it with your foot so you were at eye-level. He flinched as you lightly touched the metal of his arm. He instantly grabbed your wrist when your fingertips touched the damaged skin. 

“It’s okay!” you gasped out, startled by the tight grip.

“You said it hurts, right? I’m going to give you some numbing gel.” You held up the small container in your other hand. 

“It’ll take the edge off, I promise, Bucky.”

He released his grip on your wrist, and you dipped your fingers into the gel and carefully spread it over his wounds. He relaxed slightly under the relief, and you got him to lay down for x-rays. 

“Do you sleep?”

Bucky shook his head, and you went to your box, searching for a sedative. You couldn’t begin to imagine what Bucky had been through. You’d seen videos on the news, but despite his history of violence, you felt safe around him, and wanted him to trust you. 

“I’ll give Steve something to give to you to help you sleep, but just for a while until you adjust, okay?” You didn’t want to give it to Bucky, unsure of whether or not he was stable enough to handle his own medication. He’d given you nothing, only silence. 

“I’ve been working here with the avengers for several years now. It’ll get less intimidating, I promise,” you casually filled the silence. When you had arrived, you were hesitant and wary like Bucky. You didn’t trust the other soldiers, and you didn’t even have a best friend looking out for you at the tower. You’d transferred from S.H.I.E.L.D., coming off of training with Fitz and Simmons, to an unfamiliar home with unfamiliar faces. Steve had been the one to welcome you, and had helped you adjust to Stark Tower.

Bucky listened to you talk, appreciating your attempts to empathize with him. Steve had promised him a million times that you would take care of Bucky, that out of everyone, you would understand. 

“I’m sorry,” Bucky whispered, looking down at the light bruises forming on your wrists. He felt guilty, you had only been helping him. You looked up at the sound of him speaking, and you smiled.

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to.”

You spent several weeks with Bucky, running tests, fixing his wounds, and trying to help him. He no longer jumped whenever you touched him, and he eventually gave short, verbal answers to your questions. You’d managed to calm the inflammation that caused him so much discomfort, and he began to open up to you slowly. 

“Have you been sleeping better?”

“I sleep longer, but the nightmares are still bad,” Bucky confessed shyly. 

“I’m so sorry,” you frowned, and he shook his head. 

“I’ve got this almost all healed. I want to do a sleep study, is that okay with you? Maybe we can figure out what’s going on in there.” 

“Yes. I’d sleep in here?”

“No, I’d let you sleep in your own room, I’d take my equipment in there.”

Bucky nodded, and you got everything you needed. It was already late, Bucky had been hanging around in the lab with you long after hours while Steve was gone. Whenever he was off on a mission, Bucky barely left your side. He would sit in your lab, or even in the chair at the end of your bed while you relaxed. You’d taken it upon yourself to introduce him to the Hobbit movies upon finding out he loved the books. Eventually, the two of you moved onto more cult classics, spending your time watching movies to distract him from Steve’s absences. 

“Oh, try some of this tea. I got it for you,” you handed him the box, and you saw him smile for the first time. It only lasted a second, but color sparked through his eyes, and he thanked you.

The two of you walked to his bedroom, and you told him to get ready for bed. You watched him tear off his shirt and lay down on the bed, the silver of his dog tags glinting in the moonlight shining through the window.

You carefully attached the monitors to him and got settled in a chair in the corner with your laptop to monitor his sleep. He stared up at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling steadily. 

It took a couple hours for Bucky to drift off, and you sipped from a cup of coffee to stay awake. You set your laptop aside when you saw his heart rate spike, getting up to check on him in the dark. You walked to the side of the bed, seeing his chest heaving with choked breaths. 

“Bucky, breathe, love,” you touched his face, trying to pull him from the nightmare. He sat up abruptly, a cry escaping him. His eyes were wild and afraid, and you wrapped your arms around him.

“It’s okay, you’re safe.” 

His arms went around your waist, and he buried his face in your shoulder, tears slowly soaking your shirt. You put your hand on the back of his head, running your fingers through his short hair. 

“Hydra can’t get to you here. You’re safe with me, I promise.”

“Please don’t go.”

“I won’t, I won’t leave you,” you hugged him tightly. Bucky let himself cry in your arms, holding you tightly and trying to fend off the nightmares. Your heart broke for the frightened soldier, and you turned your head, your lips pressing against his temple as you promised it was going to be okay.

“Did I ruin the study?” He asked once he’d calmed down, leaning back against the pillows.

“No, no. I’ll get this off of you,” you took off the wires, freeing him from the feeling of being tested on.

“Do you feel like you could go back to sleep?” you asked, and he rubbed his eyes and shook his head. You closed your laptop and put everything in your bag, taking your coffee cup. 

“Come on.”

He followed you to the kitchen of the massive penthouse, and you set the cup in the sink before turning on the kettle. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Don’t be,” you promised, lightly squeezing his arm as you walked by. 

The night was quiet, and you made tea for the two of you, hoping it would calm him down some. He thanked you, taking the tea and sitting with you.

 It became a ritual whenever he couldn’t sleep, you would drink tea together late in the kitchen, watching the city lights glitter through the huge windows of the tower.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Bucky?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He looked up at you with a shy gaze.

“Yes, I’d love to.”

Over the following weeks, the two of you spent nearly all of your time together. Bucky opened up to you about some of the horrors of Hydra, and you were always there to wipe the tears away as he recounted the trauma. You listened to him, holding him in your arms when the memories became too much. 

You were everything to Bucky, and the two of you were hopelessly in love.

Bucky said goodbye to Steve as he went on a mission abroad. He’d been at the Tower for almost three months, but he still got extra anxious whenever Steve left. He wandered around the tower, avoiding the avengers were still home. He felt uneasy, and he searched for you, stopping by your lab, only to find it empty. 

Bucky looked around, finally discovering you in your suite. The door was unlocked, and he said your name as he stepped in. He found you on your bed, asleep in your clothes, a novel open on your stomach as you laid atop your duvet. Bucky watched you for a moment before walking over. He carefully lifted the book off of you, making sure to mark your page. He pulled a throw blanket over you before sitting down on the beanbag in the corner.

You woke up a few hours later, seeing you had a blanket over you, and Bucky was sitting in the corner. 

“Bucky? Are you alright, love?” you asked, sitting up slowly.

“Yeah, I just...” 

He didn’t need to explain, and you smiled softly at him. You scooted to the edge of the bed, holding your arms out to him. Bucky didn’t hesitate, getting up and climbing onto your bed beside you. 

Bucky felt safer near you, and ever since you’d held him through his nightmares, he had craved your touch. He curled up against you, relaxing as you wrapped your arms around him. 

You adored Bucky, and you’d grown attached to him, more than just studying him. Your heart swelled whenever you saw him, and you lived to get a glimpse of his rare smiles. You’d fallen entirely in love with him, and becoming his girlfriend was one of the best decisions in your life.

You dragged your fingers through his hair, and his head rested on your chest, his arms secure around your waist. You relaxed when you felt him fall asleep on you, listening to his heartbeat. He slept through the night with you, your kindness keeping the nightmares at bay.

“You don’t mind?” Bucky asked, sitting in your bed. 

“No, I like it when you stay,” you leaned down, kissing Bucky lightly. He smiled against your kiss, making butterflies flap around in your stomach. You giggled as he pulled you to straddle his lap, giving you a real kiss. You lost yourselves in a make-out session, everything fading except for each other.

“I want to do it,” you whispered breathlessly in between kisses.

“Do it?”

“Have sex, with you,” you clarified, sitting up. His eyes widened, and his hands stilled on your waist.

“Are you certain? It’s your first time, are you sure that you want me-” Bucky stammered, hardly believing your request.

“I’m absolutely sure. I want it to be with you. I trust you, Bucky.”

He nodded and carefully slid your shirt off over your head, kissing your lips again before flipping the two of you over. Your back hit the mattress, and he knelt between your legs. He couldn’t help but smile at the way you shyly blushed, and he leaned down and kissed your now-exposed chest.

“Beautiful,” he smiled sweetly, making you melt. 

You lifted your hips for him to slide your plaid shorts off of you, slipping your underwear off with it. You immediately closed your legs, unused to anyone seeing you naked. You trusted Bucky, but the action seemed more daunting in real life than it had in your imagination. Insecurities caught up with you, spreading warmth across your cheeks.

“You don’t need to be shy, not around me,” Bucky promised, recognizing your sudden hesitation as he discarded his own clothes. You were thankful when his lips reconnected with yours. The kiss was slow and reassuring, his right hand going down to gently run his fingers through your folds. He found your clit and stroked it carefully, kissing down your neck, his lips getting to the spot that always turned you on, just below your ear. 

You were a little bit nervous, but you spread your legs further apart as he made you feel amazing with just his hand. You’d never been touched like this before, and your body reacted to everything he did. His movements were skilled, and you were melting into him in no time.

You started to squirm, wrapping your legs around his waist and trying to pull him closer. He smirked proudly into your kiss, moaning as you parted your lips and allowed him to slide his tongue against yours.

“I need you inside of me, please,” your sweet begs made Bucky weak, and he held himself back from giving in immediately.

“Wait, doll. I want to make it hurt as little as possible,” he carefully pushed a finger inside of you, not getting much resistance. You rested back against the pillows, looking up at your boyfriend as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, trying to get you ready for him. 

You winced a bit in discomfort with three fingers, and Bucky carefully watched your face, making sure he wasn’t hurting you. When you began to push down against him, unable to sit still, he couldn’t wait any longer, and neither could you.

“Bucky, I’m ready,” you insisted, anticipation building up inside of you. The coil in your belly had already started to build from just him fingering you, and you were desperate to feel him inside of you.

“Okay. But I’ll go slow,” He promised, intertwining your fingers as he carefully eased into you. 

A soft whimper rose in your throat, tears pricking at your waterline. You hadn’t expected it to hurt as much as it did, feeling like he was tearing you open when he was only halfway in. He’d been careful to do his best to prepare you, but he was just so much bigger than his fingers. A soft gasp caught in your chest, pushing tears down your cheeks.

“Y/N, my love, it’s okay, just breathe, it’ll feel better soon.” Bucky felt immensely guilty for hurting you, but he kept pushing forward until he was all the way in. His soft lips kissed tears off of your face, and you let go of his hands to wrap your arms around his neck, holding him against you tightly. 

“I love you, I love you so much,” Bucky promised, stilling so you could adjust.

“I love you too,” you kissed him and tried not to focus on the sharp pain. 

It slowly began to fade, and he rocked his hips, thrusting slowly. The ache was replaced with soft euphoria, and he built a steady rhythm that had you seeing stars. You reached down to help yourself and rub circles on your clit, making the pressure tighten in your abdomen as the pain disappeared to make room for the electricity that sparked through your nerves.

Bucky felt you squeezing around him as he rolled forward against you, and your legs started to shake. He carefully pushed down on your lower belly, feeling the outline of himself and sending pleasure shocking through you. Your back arched, and he leaned down to kiss your chest, praising you for taking him so well and being so gorgeous.

“Let go around me doll, I’ll catch you, come for me,” Bucky urged between loving kisses, and you tumbled over the edge, your orgasm bringing you to squeals. He came quickly after you, riding you out and making your head spin. 

The sex left the two of you breathless, and you snuggled against his chest, wanting to stay close to him. He showered you with affection and kisses, making sure you were comfortable and relaxed afterwards. 

You didn’t leave his side, and once the ache had worn off you’d even convinced him to go again, a request he was all-too-happy to oblige.

“Bucky!” You squealed, running into his arms when he returned from his first mission away. He’d made significant progress, and even became a valuable member of the team, helping Steve catch the bad guys. 

“Oh, my love, I missed you,” Bucky hummed before kissing you deeply and holding you in his arms. He hated being apart from you, but it was worth it to see your joyful excitement when the two of you reunited. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” you giggled between kisses, melting the super soldier.

“I love you too, doll.”

You held his hand as he walked back to your bedroom, peeling his clothes off once you were in private.

“Mmm... I need a shower,” he mumbled, having to practically pry you off of him.

“What are you doing?” he laughed as you pulled your own jeans off.

“Saving water.” 

[arrowflier]

hi 💛 i know this may be out of character for post-finale, but i was wondering if you could write a bit of angst (with happy ending of course) where mickey becomes more withdrawn from the gallagher fam cause he doesn’t feel like he really belongs (thinking of lip during the “mickey’s not family” kitchen scene and mickey&lip’s fight) - maybe mick is staying back at their westside apartment more often, not attending family events, only feels comfortable around ian, etc. - eventually ian catches on, they talk, and he makes it better 🥰

This went a little different and it's ooc for the other Gallaghers, but I think it still hits the general vibe so I just went with it.

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The wake of Frank Gallagher’s death was filled with uncertainty. For the present, the future, the family. For Ian. Because for all Ian said he wouldn’t care when Frank died, for all he said he was done caring for, mourning for a man that used him, threw him aside…

When it came down to it, Ian was still a Gallagher. And Gallaghers didn’t let each other go that easily.

Mickey wasn’t a Gallagher. He never had been. And he had never felt that difference more strongly than now, standing behind the counter in the Gallagher family kitchen, feeling like an eavesdropper as he listened to them plan.

Plan for a wake no one wanted, a remembrance no one asked for. Plan out Frank’s goodbye while the man himself sat in ashes on the mantelpiece.

Ian looked tired sitting on the opposite side of the room, facing Mickey. His face was drawn, his eyes squinted thin and surrounded by red, and his mouth twisted as he argued with Lip over how much of the money from selling the house should go toward completely unnecessary arrangements.

“I’m just saying,” Ian said plainly, “that we don’t need to do anything fancy. There’s nothing wrong with a cheap party at the Alibi.”

“Party,” Lip snorted. “Don’t think this is the kind of thing we’re supposed to celebrate.”

“Why the fuck not?” Mickey couldn’t help himself from chiming in. “Frank was an asshole, and nobody cared when he was dyin’ on the goddamn sofa.”

It was true enough. They had all been rather unbothered by his imminent demise until they got the call, a few words over a tinny phone connection enough to suddenly make it real. To make it important.

“No matter how much we hated him, he was still our dad, Mickey,” Lip argued, wiping a hand over his face. He eyed the drink Carl held hungrily before taking a slow sip of his own cola, adding, “Not all of us can just leave family to fuckin’ rot.”

And that hurt. Felt like a fucking kick in the chest, over a heart already bruised. He could see Ian watching him, though, and his husband had enough to deal with without getting into Mickey’s shit again.

“He’s already cremated,” Mickey pointed out, putting on an unconcerned face for Ian’s benefit. “Nothing left to rot, man.”

“Well we can’t just do nothing,” Debbie said, for once on Lip’s side. “I mean yeah, he was a shitty dad, but it’s not like he was Terry.”

“Not a high bar,” Mickey countered. “Think he deserves some kind of parade just cause he didn’t try and kill any of ya on purpose?”

A brief moment, just one, as that went through the room. Then:

“Mickey,” Lip sighed, “just let us deal with this, yeah? This is kind of a—”

“Family only thing,” Mickey interrupted bitterly, repeating words that Lip had thrown around one too many times. “Yeah, I figured.”

Ian offered an apologetic look from across the table, but didn’t argue for him. Not like last time, when his first thought had been to defend Mickey’s place.

Mickey took the hint.

“I’ll be out back,” Mickey said shortly, directed at Ian, and marched toward the door. “You know, whenever fucking family time is over.”

“Mickey…” Ian called after him, but he didn’t get up. Didn’t follow. And as Mickey left, he could vaguely hear Ian making apologies.

So he didn’t stop when he went down the steps. And he didn’t stop at the gate. He didn’t stop at the sidewalk, or the street, or the edge of the neighborhood.

If he wasn’t fuckin’ family, he didn’t need to be at the family home. So he went to his new one instead.

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“Mickey?” Ian called out as he entered the apartment, hours later. “Mickey, are you here?”

Mickey didn’t answer. Ian found him anyway.

“There you are,” he said with a sigh as he came into the living room, where Mickey lay sprawled over the sofa. He stopped at Mickey’s side, towering over him.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” Ian complained, looking to the device Mickey held with both hands. “Why did you leave?”

“Why do you think?” Mickey answered. “Wasn’t exactly welcome.”

Ian had the grace to look chagrined.

“Sorry about that,” he said sheepishly. “You know how Lip gets…”

“Stupid?” Mickey said, and Ian shrugged.

“I mean, yeah. Kind of.”

Mickey went back to playing on his phone, leaving Ian standing awkwardly at his side.

“I told them I’d come back once I found you,” Ian told him abruptly. “You should come with me.”

Mickey didn’t answer, eyes on his game.

“Will you come?” Ian pressed, and Mickey dropped his phone with a sigh.

“They don’t want me there,” he answered. He lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck, and Ian caught it, pulled it away.

“Why would you say that?” he asked, voice earnest, his thumb tracing circles on Mickey’s wrist.

“Dunno,” Mickey lied, then caved immediately. “It’s a family thing,” he said. “And I ain’t family.”

“You’re my family,” Ian countered, but Mickey shook his head, pulling his hand free.

That wasn’t enough.

They were quiet, for a moment, and Mickey was about to give up and pick up his phone again when Ian broke the silence.

“You’re more family than Frank was, if you think about it,” he said suddenly. “Definitely more of a Gallagher, if you only count the good bits.”

“It’s cheating to only count the good parts of me,” Mickey argued, feeling bitter, and Ian knocked his shoulder with his hand.

“Meant only the good bits of being a Gallagher, Mick,” he corrected, rolling his eyes before they settled, soft, on Mickey’s face. “Stuff like being there, taking care of each other. Sticking together when things get rough.”

“Don’t think your brother agrees,” Mickey said flatly, then winced as Ian sat down hard on his outstretched legs.

“My brother,” Ian started, “is an idiot.”

Well, Mickey wasn’t going to argue with that.

“But believe it or not,” Ian continued, “he does think of you as family.” Mickey tried to cut in, but Ian glared at him until he closed his mouth, settling back against the arm of the sofa.

“You know what I heard him telling somebody the other day?” Ian asked. Not waiting for a reply, he said, “that if they had any trouble, he’d sic his brother-in-law on them.”

“Don’t think using me as a threat counts as me being part of the family,” Mickey grumbled, but Ian shook his head.

“Wasn’t a threat,” he explained. “He was offering your services. Cause you’re part of the family, now, and he knows you would help him.”

He would. Of course he would. Without a second thought, even for his least favorite in-law, even at risk for himself. But it was a surprise to hear that Lip knew that.

“Carl tells people you taught him how to fight,” Ian went on. “Brags that the infamous Mickey Milkovich taught him everything, and that’s why he makes a good cop.”

Mickey snorted. Of course that little fucker did.

“Didn’t think he’d grow up to be a pig, did I?” he said, and Ian just smiled.

“Liam tells the school bullies that if they mess with him, his brother will beat them up,” Ian continued. “Didn’t work very well until he said that brother was you.”

“Damn right I would,” Mickey agreed easily, scowling at the idea of anyone giving Liam a hard time. “He’s a good fucking kid.”

“And Franny fucking adores you,” Ian said, knowing it would make Mickey smile. “Which means Debbie does, too.” Ian scooted closer, sitting on Mickey’s thighs instead of his shins.

“You know I offered to babysit the other day, and the first thing Debs asked was if you would be there?” Ian laughed. “She almost said no until I promised you would be.”

“Little sis has good sense,” Mickey muttered, flushing to his ears, and Ian nodded.

“She does,” he agreed. “They all do.” He raised a hand to Mickey’s face, held his cheek. Stroked his thumb over it. “You’re family, Mickey,” he whispered. “And they love you. Just like I do.”

“Fucking sap,” Mickey murmured, leaning into the touch.

“You know it,” Ian said, and pulled him in for a kiss.

When they parted, Ian took Mickey’s worries with him.

“What do you say?” Ian asked softly, hand sliding down to Mickey’s neck. “Come home with me, let them apologize?”

“Thought this was home, now,” Mickey said.

“It is home, for us,” Ian answered. “But the house is home too. Family is home,” he stressed. “And you’re family.”

“Lip ain’t gonna apologize,” Mickey pointed out next, leaning in again, and Ian shrugged.

“Come home with me and tell him he’s an asshole?” Ian offered instead.

Mickey grinned, resting their foreheads together.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I can do that.”

[ilovefandoms102]

Keep On Loving You-Part 3*

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Ari, you, and the team make one last effort to move more refugees…

Note: Follow my side blog for updates @ilovefandoms102-thelibrary​

Warnings🛑: moving refugees, violence, guns, shooting, slight sexual assault of an employee by the Sudan Colonel, smut(oral(fem receiving), mentions of anal, breeding kink, beard kink, unprotected vaginal sex, overstim, slight degradation)

If anything involving the Red Sea Diving Resort triggers you please do not read. I am not held responsible for YOUR media consumption

Part 2 Part 4

I convinced Ari to let me help with the last movement before Ethan pulled the plug on our mission after we left the prison. My side was killing me, a blood spot was seeping through my shirt. Sammy was quick to redress the wound when we got back to the resort, having to reassure Ari a million times that I’d be ok.

Once Sammy left the room, Ari gently traced my bruising skin around the wound. I knew he was beating himself up.

“Baby,” I whispered, stopping his hand. I brought it up to my cheek, laying into his warm palm.

“You alright?” he asked softly, not taking his eyes off the injury.

“You know it’s not the first time I’ve been shot.” I murmured, whimpering lightly when he took his hand back.

“That doesn’t make it better y/n,” he griped, rubbing his face from exhaustion.

“Come lay with me,” I whispered, gently trying to scoot myself over.

“Sweetheart stay still please,” Ari sighed, halting my movements with his hands gripping my arms.

“I want you to lay down with me,” I pouted, hoping my puppy dog eyes would make him cave.

“Alright, alright.” he caved, shaking his head at my shit eating grin.

“Know you can’t resist me baby,” I giggled, feeling giddy to be in his arms again.

Ari got in bed, carefully sliding under the covers with me. He gently laid his head on my chest, my fingers combing through his hair while the other hand stroked his beard. He kissed my sternum, his eyes slowly drooping from the relaxation my touch brought him.

“Sleep my love,” I murmured, placing a soft kiss to the crown of his head.

Sleep overtook both of us, getting prepared for the days to come…

After finding out about Kabede being attacked, we decided tonight would be the last group we moved. We got help from the American CIA, a man Ari had run into before that broke him out of jail. He was going to provide us a plane that would fly us back to Israel.

When we got back from aiding Kabede, the Sudan soldiers were sitting at a table with Rachel waiting to eat dinner. They checked our truck for what I assumed refugee’s, I had a bad feeling they were catching onto us. When they found nothing, Ari took my hand and led me to the table. Nathifa brought out our food, and the Colonel started speaking in Arabic to her. Ari leaned close to my ear, close enough I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

“Do you know what they’re saying baby?” he asked quietly.

I didn’t know much Arabic, but I could pick up certain words. I did hear him say refugees, whites, time, find, family, then Nathifa started tearing up. My anger spiked, knowing this asshole probably threatened her. Before I said anything however, Ari ordered her back to the kitchen. I leaned back over to Ari, trying not to be suspicious I kissed his cheek to his ear.

“I think he asked her about the refugees and threatened her family.” I whispered before leaning back and picking at my food.

When Rachel came back a little later, everyone was finished eating. Nathifa came back to clean up the plates, my stomach churned as the Colonel leaned back to look at her from behind. I became more alert when he grabbed her and sat her on his lap, tears shedding down her cheeks.

“Get your fucking hands off of her!” I growled, shoving my chair back as I stood.

“Do you know what I love the most about Hadandawa women? Huh? They’re really wild in the sack.” the Colonel grinned disgustingly, my eyes stayed connected to his as I stared him down.

My hand went behind my back, gripping the handle of the knife I always carried with me since I was a young agent so many years ago. Ari eyed me, his expression angry as he looked from me and back at the soldiers.

“They don’t feel anything down there, they’re father’s cut them when they’re very young, so you have to be rough for them to feel anything at all huh?” the Colonel laughed menacingly as Nathifa screamed when he began to touch her.

I completely lost it, charging at him.

“I said do not touch her!” I screamed as I held the knife to his throat.

“Y/n!” Ari griped, gripping my free wrist.

“Maybe I should take you instead,” the soldier chuckled, my blood boiling even more as I gripped my knife tighter.

Ari cried out, falling to the ground as another soldier hit him over the head with the butt of their gun. My heart raced, wanting to make sure my lover was ok, but I knew I couldn’t let my guard down in front of the Colonel.

Once the soldiers left, I put my knife away and helped Ari to a chair.

“Baby you alright? Are you bleeding?” I asked worriedly, checking the back of his head.

“I’m fine, but we need to go.” he gruffed out.

“Ari-” I tried.

“We’re leaving tonight.” he growled, yanking me along as we went to where Max was hiding the refugees.

We got the refugees to the landing site the CIA agent told us about, and we immediately started putting glow sticks down to make a path for the plane to land.

“What is taking so long?” I asked myself as I stared at the sky like the plane would somehow appear.

“This better not be a set up,” Rachel grumbled.

“Um guys? We got incoming!” Max shouted.

“Shit!” I exclaimed quietly, rushing to Ari.

“We have to go!” I yelled, tugging his arm.

“Ok, ok everyone get back to the truck!” Ari ordered, everyone beginning to pile up.

Then, we heard the whirring of the aircraft. The team and I laughed relieved as it landed, but then bullets started flying. Ari pulled me to him, shielding my body the best he could.

“Ari! We have to get these people!” I shouted.

“Get on the fucking plane!” he hissed, shoving me onto the aircraft.

“Ari!” I screamed, quickly ducking when a bullet flew past my head.

Once everyone got loaded, Sammy and Ari were at the front with the driver talking to the CIA agent. I waited in a corner away from everyone, looking at all the people we saved. I jumped slightly when suddenly I was being pulled to my feet, crushed to the strong chest of Ari.

“Almost fucking lost you again.” he growled, holding me tight to him as he hid his face in my neck.

I returned his hold, wrapping my arms tightly around him. I kissed every inch of his face I could reach before rubbing my cheek against his, the coarse hair of his beard comforting me.

“You didn’t baby, I’m right here.” I whispered.

“When we land, are you going home?” he asked quietly.

“Well, I have some laundry that needs done.” I smiled as he chuckled against my skin.

“How about after that?” Ari questioned, beginning to trail gentle kisses up my neck.

“Hmmm, I’m not sure.” I said as I closed my eyes, my voice breathy as he gently bit my skin.

“Make no plans baby, you…are mine tonight.” he murmured, a shiver running through me at his deep voice.

After some annoying paperwork, the team and I were dismissed for the night. I made my way home, anxious for the night that awaited me. I not so subtly slipped Ari the extra key I had for my apartment before I had to go to my office, hoping he’d be waiting for my return.

As I walked in, I could already feel the tension in the air. I walked further into my apartment, discovering a shirtless Ari manspreading on my couch watching TV. I grinned, dropping my bag and pouncing on him. I straddled his torso, not waiting a second more as I smashed my mouth to his.

Ari’s hands slid up my back, inside my shirt, and stopped right at the clasp of my bra. I reached down and took my shirt off, leading Ari to finish what he started and removed my bra. His lips moved down my neck to my pert nipples, sucking on each one as I threw my head back. I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him to my tits as he swirled his tongue over them.

“I need you,” I groaned, grinding my lower half on his.

Ari slapped my ass hard, a strangled whimper leaving my lips.

“Patience little girl, I’m taking my time.” he grinned, kissing all over my chest.

“Please baby, please.” I whined, pulling at his brown locks.

Ari sat up, taking his shirt off before flipping me onto my back. He hovered above me, his hands flowing down my curves and stopping at my pants. I reached for his, undoing the button and zipper before shoving my hand in and taking his cock out. Ari hissed, the cold air in my apartment contrasting with the heat of him.

I stroked him for a second before Ari was batting my hands away. He lifted me into his arms, carrying me to my room. He laid me gently on the bed, taking his pants and boxers off before climbing between my legs. Slowly, he removed my pants along with my panties.

I gasped as he flipped me on my stomach, kissing up my spine and pulling me to my hands and knees. His face went into my neck, kissing and biting at the flesh. Ari slapped my ass again, gripping each cheek in his hands. I mewled as he pulled them apart, his head coming out of my neck so he could watch my juices drip to my sheets.

“Baby, my love I can’t take it. I need you, no more teasing!” I sobbed out, wiggling my ass in his hands.

“I need a taste first babydoll,” he smirked, leaning down and feverishly licking and sucking my pussy.

“Ari!” I moaned, arching my back more as he took my clit between his teeth.

He licked up to my second hole, the new sensation exciting me as he explored the territory no one has ever been. I wondered now what it would be like for Ari’s cock to be buried to the hilt inside there.

“Such a pretty ass baby, one day I’ll fill up both holes.” Ari moaned into me, sitting up as he soaked his cock in my juices before pushing inside of me.

“Oh, god.” I whined, gripping the sheets for dear life.

He didn’t wait as he began fucking the life out of me, watching my slick coating his cock as he pushed in and out. I could feel him deeper than I’d ever felt before, even when we were together all those years ago it had never felt like this. He was hitting my gspot with every stroke.

“My pretty baby, but her pussy is a whore for me isn't she sweetheart?” Ari taunted, smacking his hips into my ass faster.

“Yes! Yes baby just for you!” I cried out, my head diving in the mattress as one of his hands began petting at my clit.

“Already cumming baby? We just got started.” Ari grinned, my orgasm coming not a second later.

He didn’t let up, keeping the same if not a faster pace than before. I bit my fist as the pleasure overtook my body, shaking as Ari kept making me cum over and over.

I was drenched in sweat, Ari the same as he kept at me. He flipped me onto my back, holding my legs over his shoulder as he pounded his dick in my poor pussy. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, tears leaked from my eyes.

“Awww baby, I’m not nearly done yet.” he laughed, slapping his hand to my soaking core which made me cum again.

“No more,” I sobbed, but it felt so good I wasn’t sure that’s what I wanted.

“Take what I give you,” Ari hissed, my head shook no.

Ari moved my legs around his waist, leaning down so we were nose to nose.

“I know you can, my girl can do anything.” Ari whispered, bringing his thumb back to my clit.

My legs shook as I came again, screams of his name falling from my lips. Ari grunted as he came inside of me, making sure he was in all the way. Kisses were placed all over my face, Ari praising me for how good I did.

“My good girl, you’re amazing, I love you so much.” he whispered.

“I love you Ari,” I smiled weakly, wrapping my arms around him.

We slept in each other’s arms that night, holding on to each other as if the other would disappear at any second…

[betweenthepages]

The Cure: Chapter 1

Summary: You get outed to your parents and it doesn’t go so well. But at least you have Jess Mariano.

Word count: 2370

⚠️Warnings⚠️: homophobia, homophobic violence

“Mom? Dad?” You called out, stepping into the silence of your home. You entered the living room and was met with the sight of both your parents seated on the couch. Your father’s gaze fixated on the floor with his hands clasped in front of him, lips drawn in a thin line. Your mother lifted her head in acknowledgment. The TV was off, no conversation being exchanged. Idleness hung in the atmosphere. “What’s going on?” You frowned. “Sit down, (Y/N).” Nervousness bubbled in your chest as you sat across from them. “Did I do something?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

Your dad’s eyes locked with yours. “Are you gay?” The question was completely unexpected. Your eyes widened in confusion. Sweat moistened your palms. “Am I- what?”

“Are. You. Gay. With that Mariano boy?” He gritted his teeth, his voice low to the point of growling. Your muscles tensed and you quickly debated coming clean or denying it. They wouldn’t be too pleased with the knowledge that you liked other boys, especially Jess. Heck you weren’t even allowed to be friends with him. You knew you couldn’t hide it forever. You were planning to let them know once you moved out and were no longer reliant on them. Perhaps deception would work, for now.

“No?” you put on your best act of confusion, “Where are you getting this from?” Your mother whipped her head towards you, eyes filled with a darkness that was completely unfamiliar. Your dad’s face reddened, fists clenched and visibly shaking. Fear clouded your senses. “What are these, then?” Your mother placed some pictures on the coffee table. Pictures of you and Jess. Holding hands and kissing. Your heart sunk to your stomach. “W-Where did you get these...?” Your voice was shaky from restraining tears. “They were left in our mailbox this morning, no envelope or name. How can you explain this (Y/N)?” Your mom scowled. Your throat went dry. Who would do this to you? Who hated you this much? Well, it didn’t matter who had done it, because there was no way to cover it up.

“It’s true, okay? I’m gay, I’ve been seeing Jess for-” You were cut off by a stinging pain on your cheek and a sharp sound echoing the room. Your father loomed over you, nostrils flaring and looking at you with pure hatred. You cowered in his shadow. “I did not raise a gay son! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! All those years of giving you a good life and a roof over your head for nothing! Disgraceful.” You whimpered as he fisted your hair painfully and reared your head back to look up at him. “You are not my son.” He spat. In quick seconds your body painfully collided with the coffee table, pain shooting up your abdomen. You barely had time to catch a breath before you were yanked up and slammed against the wall. Rough, calloused hands, pressing against your windpipe. You squirmed in an useless attempt to flee. Your chest tightened painfully. Your head felt light. You wanted Jess. He would hold you and protect you and take you away from this pain. Black spots dotted your vision and you thought ‘this is it. I’m going to die.’ Seconds before you passed out, the hands removed themselves and you collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath. You cherished the temporary relief of having oxygen in your lungs while it lasted. You were kicked down into a lying position, your father’s heel coming in contact with area that hit the table. Tears cascaded down your swollen cheeks as you curled into yourself. The blows kept coming. You just shut your eyes and took it, holding onto hope that it would end eventually. By the time your dad finally took his foot away, your body was at it’s breaking point. Every breath came with immense pain. Bruises, scrapes and cuts blemished your skin. “You’re going to get up,” your father spoke, “and get the fuck out of my house.” You briefly glanced to your mother standing in the corner, staring at you intently. Her expression was unreadable, but she voiced no protest. You were in no state to be able to pack your belongings. Hopefully you’d be able to return and collect them. Or maybe your parents would destroy them. Right now, it wasn’t your concern. Your dad left to the kitchen, probably to get a beer, and your mother followed suit. Mustering the last ounce of strength you had, you crawled to the front door. With every movement your muscles ached. Holding onto the wall for balance, you carefully rose to your feet. Only grabbing your phone and jacket, you exited onto the pitch black streets.

You limped in the direction of Luke’s Diner, but gave up after a block. You were physically incapable of covering the distance. You quickly dialled Jess’s number, tears blurring your vision. It rang once. Twice. Your heart hammered in your chest, your breathing grew heavy. You felt a panic attack oncoming and you needed to hear Jess’s voice. Please pick up, please pick up. “(Y/N)?” Jess said across the line, voice thick with sleep. “Jess...” you whimpered, words getting caught in your throat. “(Y/N) what’s up? It’s late.”

“I-I need you. I need help. It hurts, Jess.”

“What hurts? What happened?” He was awake now, and seemingly alarmed. “I need an ambulance,” you glanced at the street sign, “I’m on Peach Street. Call them and get here, p-please.” Staying conscious was becoming a struggle. “Okay, okay hold on I’ll make the call.” Jess quickly switched lines and you leaned against the wall, waiting. Watching the stars kept you occupied. You were about to close your eyes until the blaring of a siren approached. You could vaguely recognise a car following behind it. As it neared, you recognised it as Luke’s pick up truck. You couldn’t see Jess’s face, but knowing that he came provided some relief. Jess got to you before the paramedics did. Warm hands cupped your battered face and soft caresses ghosted your skin. . “(Y/N), god what happened?” You chuckled bitterly. “Mom and dad found out about us. I’ll explain later. It didn’t go so well though.” You clutched your side. Talking was painful. Jess was about to say something but the paramedics told him to back away so they could load you into a stretcher. “Sir? Sir try to stay awake please.” Said a female paramedic as your eyelids drooped. Jess was out of your vision, but you could make out his voice shouting over them, asking to come on the ambulance. Of course that privilege wouldn’t be extended to non-family. Luke told him to buckle up and he’ll drive them there. You were exhausted, and the pain in your body was unbearable. Your allowed your eyes to shut, darkness replacing the blinding ambulance lights.

Jess and Luke sat in the waiting room, anxiously awaiting news about your condition. Jess’s leg was shaking and he seemed distanced in his thoughts. He had told Luke on the way that this had something to do with your parents. He’s had his fair share of beatings from Liz’s boyfriends, but he was struck with disbelief knowing someone could cause this much damage to their own child. The doctor emerged. “How is he?” Luke asked. “He has 3 broken ribs, internal bleeding, several deep cuts, contusions and a dislocated jaw. But he’s no longer in critical condition. It’s good we got to him when we did, or it may have been too late.” Jess‘s eyes widened and his blood ran cold. Luke thanked the doctor and bid him goodbye, then focused his attention on his distressed nephew. “T-They almost killed him...” Jess whispered, eyes widened and watery. Luke sighed, pulling the boy into a side hug. In truth, he was just as worried as your boyfriend was. He was accepting your relationship and cared for you. Ever since you’d come into Jess’s life, his immature ways and short temper had ceased. His school attendance went up as well as his grades. The sarcastic remarks and witty insults weren’t going away anytime soon, but Luke knew there was a mutual love between him and his nephew. And he knew you meant the absolute world to Jess. “You heard the doctors. He’ll be okay. He’s strong.” He rubbed the teen’s shoulder in consolation.

Patients and visitors entered and exited the hospital doors while Luke and Jess sat in silence. The clock was about to strike 1am yet they were more awake than ever. Jess hadn’t particularly liked your parents previously, but now his hatred for them ran deep. Upon his first arrival to Stars Hollow, they had advised you to keep your distance because word of his troublemaking antics spread fast. But you with your sweet, kind soul was willing to give him a chance.

A nurse approached them. “(Y/N) (L/N) is awake. You can see him now.” Jess bounded to his feet, swiftly stepping to your room without waiting for Luke to follow. He paused abruptly at your door and took a breath. Your head turned at the sound of the door slowly creaking open. Jess stepped in, and a feeling of warmth evaded your body despite the chill of the hospital room. You shifted to make room for him on the bed. Without a word, he embraced you. Careful not to hurt you, he rested his head on your shoulder, and the cloth of the gown dampened. “Jess.” You cooed, rubbing his back. “I almost lost you...” he mumbled. “I-It’s okay. I’m not okay, but I will be. The hospital staff are doing their best.” You attempted a smile but it hurt your face. Jess pulled away with a sigh, calloused hand cupping your cheek. “I want to know what happened. Not now, if you don’t feel like it. When you’re ready.”

“Well, I got home and my mom showed these pictures someone took of us kissing. She said they were left in the mailbox by an anonymous. I told them that I’m gay and that we’re dating, and... yeah.” You averted your gaze to you and Jess’s intertwined hands, playing with his fingers. Jess furrowed his brows. “Why would anybody-” You cut him off. “I don’t care about that now Jess. It’s all so much, I’m gonna see a social worker and the police, I don’t know where I’m going to live, people are gonna talk about what happened. Plus I’m tired and everything’s sore.” You felt like crying again before Jess shushed you, carding his hands through your hair and kissing your cheek. “Hey hey, (Y/N) I’m sorry. Calm down.” He readjusted to a laying position and carefully guided you into laying down on top of him, using his toned chest as a pillow. “I love you. So much. We can figure everything out later, just get some sleep. It’s almost midnight.”

“I want you to stay and be there when I wake up.” You said. “Okay.” Jess smiled. There was a cough, you both turned to see Luke in the doorway. “Well, I’ll leave you guys alone and uh, Jess I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning.” He nodded, “Goodnight (Y/N), call me if you need anything.” You smiled at him and bid your goodbyes, before it was back to just you and your boyfriend. Jess leaned over to turn off the light. “I love you, Jess.” You said into the darkness. He responded with a long kiss to your forehead.

Jess woke up first. The hospital staff hadn’t arrived yet, so he wouldn’t get in trouble. He pressed light kisses on your forehead until your eyes fluttered open. “Morning.” He smirked. “Morning,” you grumbled, nuzzling into him. “What’s going on today?” He asked. “I explained the cause of my injuries to the doctor and now I’ve got to talk to the authorities. Then I’m seeing a social worker and doing some paperwork.”

“Where you going to stay?” Jess asked softly.

“If my parents get arrested then I’ll probably get sent to a foster home.” You sighed. “Is that what you want?” Jess frowned. “No, not at all. I mean, no way I’m living with my parents again, but also idea the of going with strangers...” you trailed off, focusing on drawing shapes on his chest. “Move into the diner.” Jess said without no hesitation. “Jess you know I can’t-”

“Yes you can! Really (Y/N), we can talk to Luke about it.”

“Talk to me about what?” Luke stood in the doorway wearing a questioning expression. “Sorry, I was going to knock but I overheard my name.” He chuckled. “Can (Y/N) stay with us?” Jess asked. “Jess no-“

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” Luke shrugged. “I- what?” You turned to Luke in shock. “We can make that arrangement, if that’s what you want (Y/N). You’re at the diner most of the time anyways.” It was true. You always stayed over with Jess and had dates at the diner to keep your relationship discreet. “Well yes, but being a permanent occupant is completely different.” You frowned. “Hey kid, your parents are real shitty people. This is a hard time for you. I have a feeling you don’t want to end up in the foster care system, so this is one less problem to deal with.” He said.

Jess spoke up, “(Y/N), I’m okay with it, and Luke is okay with it. So why the hell not?” You felt like crying again. You practically pounced on Jess babbling a string of ‘thank you’s and peppering kisses on his face in between. He laughed heartily, rubbing your back. Luke observed with a tender smile. “Thank you Luke, really.”

“No problem kid.” He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to seem as less threatening as possible. “Jess and I have to go, the staff are gonna be here any minute. But rest up okay?” You nodded. Jess really didn’t want to leave, you assured him visiting hours were long and regular. Eventually he pulled away and you shared one last kiss before he was out of sight.

[xu-ren]

Goodbye

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader / Nightwing x reader

Wordcount: 2,200+

I love Dick, I really do but even though I think that he can make a good boyfriend, I also think that he won’t, mostly because of the heavy burdens he takes upon himself. This is me trying to write a breakup where they both still love each other but the relationship is like beating a dead horse. I hope that you enjoy. 

Masterpost

*~*~*

You jolted awake suddenly. You weren’t sure what woke you up, maybe it was the feeling that someone was staring at you, maybe it was the wind coming in from the window you always close, maybe it was the coppery smell of blood. Well, there was only one person that would sneak into your bedroom in the middle of the night.

“………Dick?”

“Yes, darling?”

You dragged your weary body from your warm embrace of your bed and walked to where the shadowy figure was. Gently, you slowly took his hand in yours, making sure to telegraph your movement so he doesn’t startle. You linked your fingers together, comfortable and nostalgic in equal measures. It feels like it has been so long since the last you held his hand but also like you have never stopped holding it.

You went into your bathroom to fetch the first aid-kit, which in a normal household would be defined as overstocked but when you are dating a vigilante, there’s no such thing as an overstocked first aid-kit. Understocked, definitely, but never overstocked. When you entered the dining room where you left Dick, you found him in his Nightwing costume, gingerly perched upon one of the chairs on your dining table, specifically the one covered in plastic that was set aside for nights like this. The lights you flickered on your initial journey to the kitchen only serves to highlight his wounds. Luckily, they don’t seem to be anything serious, just a mixture of bruises and small cuts, nothing you have not seen before.

You settled yourself in front of him and gently start cleaning and dressing his wounds, muttering apologies when he hissed from the pain. Your hands were steady, far too used to cleaning up wounds for someone who is a civilian. Dick was uncharacteristically silent, maybe he was too exhausted to talk, which is doubtful.  Maybe he could read that you are not in the mood to talk, which was far more likely. He had always been perceptive to your moods, that was what made him such a good boyfriend in the first place.

Once, earlier in your relationship, your hands would have trembled, shaky and uncertain as they dressed his wounds. Your panicking apologies would have been met with demands for kisses to make it better, perhaps even interspersed with kisses from Dick to whatever patches of your skin that he could reach.

But now, it was no longer so. Quickly and efficiently, Dick’s wounds were soon all cleaned and dressed. You moved a chair in front of him and settle upon it, finally meeting his eyes. He looks exhausted, world weary with bags that would rival the bag you see on a backpacker. If you could have it any other way, you would not have this conversation now but if you don’t, you don’t know when you would next have a chance to do so or the courage to go through with it.

You held one of his hands in both of yours, rubbing your thumb in a soothing motion on the back of his hand, doing whatever you can to soften the news.

“Dick, let’s break up.” You let it spill out of you, as quickly as you could before your courage failed you.

Dick’s baby blues widen, making him resemble a baby owl before blinked rapidly once, twice, thrice, as if he is in disbelief while the rest of him was frozen. The silence seemed to drag on and on, the calm before the storm.

“Love, darling, dearest, whatever do you mean? I promise that I would do better. Just tell me where I went wrong, it won’t happen again. I promise, just please please don’t leave me. Let’s get married, okay? When do you wanna get married? Tomorrow is fine, how about tomorrow?” babbled Dick desperately. In the middle of his babbling, the position of your hands had switched, with both of his hands cradling both of yours. It’s warm and familiar and you desperately want to savour the moment, especially since it’s one that you have went so long without.

However, you have already come this far. It would be doing a disservice to the courage you so desperately gathered to fail here.

“Oh Dick, I love you, I really really do. But you don’t have anything left to give me, do you? Do you even remember the last time we went on a date?” You asked as kindly as you could.

“We went to the burger place you mentioned?” He asked hesitantly.

“That was 2 months ago, and you were 3 hours late,” you retorted, trying to keep the heat from your voice.

“The café with the ………pancakes?” His next guess was much more hesitant, so it was safe to say that you weren’t particularly successful with keeping the heat from your voice.  

“5 months ago, and you left 3 minutes after the pancakes arrived because you received a call. From Barbara.”

The silence that followed your second answer was deafening, uncomfortable in a way that was rare when you were with him. He responded by bringing your hands, still cradled by his to his cheeks and looked at you from under his lashes with his lower lip jutting out. There are many things about him that you were weak to, but none as much as when he looked at you with his baby blues from under those long pretty boy lashes of his.

You snatched your hands from his and narrowed your eyes at him, furious that he would try such a method at a time like this. It was unfair of him, since you knew your weakness, he knew it, his family knew it, even the waitstaff at your favourite breakfast place probably knew it.

“Point is, Dick, we have barely seen each other in months, and when we do, you are either late or rushing off. I’m not angry,” You pinched your nose, trying to keep your voice steady. “I mean, I was but I came to realise something. There’s no place for me in your life, or rather, there’s so much on your plate that there’s no place left for me. You are a flying Grayson, and I’m the shackles that bound you. I have been selfish all this time, but would you let me be selfish this one last time?”

At the end of your rant, you finally dared to hazard a glance at Dick. His shoulders were slumped and his head bowed, like he was beaten down and it broke your heart. It’s not the first time you have seen him like this, his life often takes its toll on him, but it never failed to break your heart nonetheless.

You wanted to comfort him, but how do you comfort someone who you hurt? You wished to wrap your arms around him, giving him a reprieve from the horrors of the world and a place to be weak. You wished to let him sob into your shoulder but how do you do so when you are the one that inflicted this pain on him?

“Alright,” he sighed, ending your relationship once and for all.

“It’s late, why don’t you stay the night?” It’s cruel of you, to offer your bed to someone whose heart you just broke, but you missed him.

He raised his head and you finally looked at him after your awful revelation. The sight of it broke your heart all over again, especially the way his eyes were shinning with barely unshed tears and his lips were quivering. His eyes scanned you, trying to tell if you meant what you said.

He nodded his acceptance and head towards your couch. You pulled on his shirt to catch his attention, unsure if he wanted you to touch him at the moment. He stopped but doesn’t turn to face you.

“Come to bed, Dick.” An unspoken one last time passed between the both of you.

He changed directions and headed towards your bedroom, shoulders and back stiff. You were left standing in the kitchen alone, except this time it's all due to your own making. When you finally gathered your thoughts, you head to your bedroom to find Dick in the showers.

You sat on your bed, waiting for him because you like to think that you still know him well and he is someone that would go to sleep on your couch or gods forbid, leave, if you close your eyes for even a second. The way he jolted when he came out of the bathroom confirmed your suspicions.

He made his way stiffly to his side of the bed, closer to the window. “All the better to protect you, my dear,” was what he said when you had asked why he loved sleeping on the side closer to the window.

You crawled under the covers, unsure on what to do next. It’s painful that your last night together would be so horribly awkward, even though you know that you only have yourself to blame for this. Lovely, precious Dick broke the awkwardness by wrapping his arms around you, pulling your head onto his chest and resting his head on yours. You reciprocated by wrapping your arms around him and snuggling closer. His scent was comforting, a mixture of his shower gel and something that was uniquely him. It has long faded from both your bed and the clothes that he left in your apartment, even though you tried to preserve it for as long as you possibly could.

Only in the darkness of your bedroom, with both of your arms wrapped around each other, does Dick finally let his tears fall.  His tears wet your hair and gut-wrenching sobs that tore through his chest. What broke your heart over and over again was however, the kisses he pressed to the top of your head in between his sobs.

You closed your eyes and succumbed to sleep only when his sobs were silent, presumably having exhausted himself.

*~*~*

You jolted awake to the smell of something burning, causing you to leap from your bed and run towards the kitchen. There, you stared as Dick waved your pan around, trying to put out the burning something on it. You would hazard a guess and say that it was a fried egg, given the eggshell you could see at the side of the stove.

Some unknown emotion, maybe relief, crawled up your throat and you laughed and laughed and laughed. By the time you managed to gain some control, you looked up to see Dick pouting at you.

“You could have helped, you know?” pointed out Dick, clearly a little upset.

“I’m sorry, I should have. How about cereal instead?” you said as a peace offering.

“Fruit Loops?” Watching Dick perk up at the mere mention of cereal made your lips twitch upwards. It certainly made the number of times you had to replace the cereal worth it, given that he had never stayed over enough in recent months to finish the cereal and you weren’t going to eat that sugary cereal.

“Of course, were you expecting something else?”

“I love you, honey.” At the words that spilled out of Dick’s mouth, both of you freeze, unsure on how to proceed, your conversation from last night hanging heavily in the air. You smiled at him tentatively and his shoulders relaxed marginally.

By the time you return to the kitchen after freshening yourself in the bathroom, Dick had already taken your largest bowl and was eating what looked like half the box of cereal. You made yourself a cup of Milo before sitting across Dick, drinking in the sight of him sitting at your kitchen table bathe in sunlight.

Far sooner than you would like, breakfast was over and you are helping him pack up his things. Even that doesn’t last as long as you would liked and before you knew it, you were standing in front of your door with Dick, his things in a box at his feet.

Both of you look at each other awkwardly, unsure or perhaps unwilling to take the next step. He cupped your cheeks and pressed a kiss to your lips. He tasted sweet, which suited a person as sweet as he is.

‘I’m sorry, I love you,’ his kiss said.

‘Don’t be, it’s not your fault. I love you too,’ you kissed him back.

You separated, his hands still cupping your cheeks, your faces so close that you could smell the sugar on his breath.

‘Goodbye.’ He pressed one last kiss on your forehead before turning around and walking out of your life. You know that if you ask him to stay, if you tell him that you don’t want to break up anymore, he would stay, but it wouldn’t be fair to either of you. You watched, rooted to the ground, drinking in the sight of him until he turned around the corner.

You can’t bear the sight of your apartment, so bare without his things. Even when he had been barely around in months, at least his things were still around to remind you of him. Instead, you headed to your bed and cried, surrounded by the smell of him. The first time your bed smelled like him in months also marked the last time your bed would ever smell like him.

[little-corritrice]

Oliver & James ~ Mafia (Part 4/Final)

After he was done cleaning my face, he was cleaning my arms, and trying to get off all the blood. "I'm going to leave now. If you need help, Ms. Jane will help you." He said, rubbing my hands. I nodded, and he left after giving my forehead a kiss. I slid off the counter, trying to take off my shirt. I looked to the kind lady, who looked to be in her 40's, and she came over, giving me a smile. "You poor girl. You shouldn't have to deal with this. But I promise Oliver and James keep their promises. You'll be completely safe here." She said as she helped me undress. She gasped as she saw my body littered with cuts and bruises, and my side where the gunshot is. She frowned and helped me in the tub. She pulled the curtain back, and now it was just me. "I will be right back, darling." She said and left the room. I pulled my knees to my chest, sighing out.

There was a soft knock on the door, and a voice. "y/n, it's Jane. I have some food for you." She said, and I told her to come in. The bathtub was huge, and had a table like thing, so I used that to my advantage. "Here you go, sweetie. I got you some potato soup, bread, and some watermelon. I also got you some water and orange juice. Would you like anything else?" She asked, but I shook my head. "N-No, thank you." I said, and she smiled. "I'll be just outside the door." She said, and I dug into the food. It was probably another 20 minutes before I decided to get out. I was feeling a lot better physically, and somewhat mentally. Most of the bruises were fading, and didn't hurt. I got out, and started drying myself. I got my undergarments on, along with my pants. I looked under the counter for a first aid, and grabbed it. I took out some bandages, and started wrapping my stomach. Once I finished patching myself up, I left the bathroom.

A maid guided me to a room, and told me this is my room now. It was really big, and had a big closet and personal bathroom. I sat on the bed, and someone brought me food. After I was done eating, I fell asleep rather quickly, putting everything behind me now. When I woke up, I actually felt a little better, some fear still in the back of my head though. I grabbed my dirty dishes and started walking down the stairs, trying to find the kitchen. I saw a maid and she came rushing over, about to take the tray. "Ma'am, please. It's our job to serve you." She said, but I shook my head. "You all should take a break. I'm sure you guys are tired." I said, and she nodded. "Thank you so much, Mistress." She said, bowing before going to tell the rest of the maids. "Mistress?" I whispered, going to the kitchen. "Mistress, Mr. Phelps would like to see you in his office." A maid said behind me, and I nodded. I followed the maid, then dismissed her.

As I walked in, both the twins were sitting at their desks, and I didn't know what to do. "You wanted to see me?" I asked, sitting on a couch in the middle. "Did you release the maids?" James asked, both boys coming over to sit in front of me. "Well, I said they're probably tired and should take a break. Though, they kept calling me Mistress. Why is that?" I asked, and Oliver was surprised by my tone. No fear, just calmness and somewhat authority. He smiled, pouring some whiskey. "Yes. I know that this may take away your freedom, but I can't let you leave while there are gangs out there who are hunting for you. So, I am making you the queen of this mafia. We already talked about it, and it's up to you to decide if you want it." He said, looking at me. Now I really had to think. If I take this up, I wouldn't be able to have a normal life anymore. But then again, life was already boring. But then I would be leaving Danna and she would get really worried. But then again, I could help her as well.

I groaned, standing up. I went to the window, looking out. "If I do join this, I will need more training, and I have one condition." I said, staring at the snow falling. "Anything you'd like, darling." James said, and I turned around. "I want my friend Danna protected from all of this, and for you guys to help her out. She is one of the only friends I have, and I don't need her getting hurt." I said, and they nodded. "Done." Oliver said, holding his phone. "Now, this means that you are now a target to many people and gangs. Can you handle that?" Oliver said, coming over to me. I stepped forward, smirking at him. I discreetly reached behind him, grabbing his gun. "I think I'll be fine. But I need all my stuff." I said, reloading the gun and putting it behind me. Oliver and James were both shocked, and nodded. "Well then, welcome to the family, Mistress." Both boys said, bowing slightly. This was going to be fun.

[lilacmeadows]

Made For You pt.4

Whooo! The last part! Are You guys proud of me? I wanted to make it really sweet and solidify them as a non-toxic couple. Ugh I loved writing this reader. So happy to live and breath for Bucky (yes, ‘tis me). Requests are open, so if you ever miss her, and want a ‘Made For You’ drabble or epilogue or something, let me know.

BUCKY X READER

Summary: Hydra had just finished training you to be the Winter Soldier’s perfect mate when the Avengers saved him. But what’s going to happen to you now that Hydra has deleted your old life and left you with nothing but a soldier that needs to learn to love himself before he can love someone else.

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4

WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, explicit language, stockholm syndrome, slight dom/sub dynamics, mentions of captivity and kidnapping, mutual pining, SMUT, ORAL (f receiving), FLUFF, angst if you squint (must be 18+)

Bucky sauntered into the kitchen, happier than he has been in at least 70 years. Things seem like they’re looking up. Out of Hydra’s control, gorgeous girl who likes the way the carpet feels on her knees. He felt guilty, but he was happy. That is, he was happy until he saw Steve sitting on a kitchen barstool, and he was snapped back to the reality of his situation.

“Hey man. Do you know where the number to that Chinese place is?” Bucky asked Steve, not meeting his eyes as he rummaged through the drawers.

“Yeah, it’s on a menu in the drawer to your right.” Steve pointed to the drawer in question.

“Thanks.” Bucky replied, looking over the options and wondering what she would like. Bucky remembered how it was when he was first free from Hydra. He hadn’t had processed foods in decades, and his stomach couldn’t take it. He decided on nothing spicy, just some noodles with broccoli and beef. Then he doubled that order for himself. This made Steve’s brows perk up.

“Eating for two, Buck? Steve asked once his friend was off the phone.

“I told Y/n I’d order dinner while she showered.” He said, shrugging like he hadn’t just gotten a world class blowjob.

“Dinner? So what’s going on with you two? You barely talked to her on the ride here. Did something change?” Steve asked, as Sam walked into the kitchen, joining their conversation.

“Dinner? You and Y/n are having dinner?” He asked, trying to catch up, but Steve only knew as much as he did.

“We... talked. She’s nice. I just want her to be happy while she’s here because she’s got nowhere else to go.” Bucky shrugged. Pulling out two cups and filling them with ice and some fruity beverage- which both men noticed.

“”Buck, you’re not actually gonna pursue her are you?” Steve asked? This was what Bucky was dreading. He knew Y/n probably needed years of therapy and to be far away from him, but he also knew that he was happy, and Y/n looked so at peace when she made him happy. So why can’t they both just be happy together?

“I don’t know man. I mean, she really likes me, and I don’t have to hide anything from her. She makes me seem like the sane one.

“But Buck, she needs help. She’s been in captivity for a decade only thinking about pleasing you. How are you okay with that?” Steve looked disappointed in him, but he knew Bucky wasn’t trying to take advantage of the situation, he wanted to be happy.

“Shit, I’m okay with it. Do you know what I would do to have a girl that looks like that look at me the way she looks at Bucky? And without all the annoying things women do. Aye, I think if she’s happy making you happy, what’s so wrong about it?” Sam finished. Steve thought it over for a second. He still didn’t love the idea, but had to admit Y/n really wanted to be around Bucky. Keeping her from him would only make her miserable.

“I never wanted to take advantage of her. But she literally begs. What am I supposed to do? Be an asshole? Not to mention, I’m happy too. It’s nice having someone really care about you, you know?” Steve gave him a look. “I know you idiots care about me, but I mean a woman. It’s not like I’m gonna do much better than Y/n. Beautiful women aren’t lining up to date a 85 year old, ex-murderer with a metal arm.” And he was right. Where would he find better than a woman Hydra made just for him?

The doorbell rang, and Bucky paid for the food. He picked up the drinks he prepared and said goodbye to his friends. Bucky knew the whole situation was kinda fucked, but he also found himself missing Y/n in the time he was in the kitchen, and that feeling was only eased by the knowledge that she’s in her room, waiting for him to return.

But when he got there, it took everything in him to not drop the food where he stood. She was sitting crisscrossed on the bed, knitting, in just a t-shirt he gave her. Her pussy was on display for him the minute he walked in the door.

“I- I got- the umm... The food is here.” He said as he walked in and placed it on the table.

“Thank you, Bucky.” She said as she put the needles down and walked over to the table. “It smells good.” She said, looking at different labels and the cups of juice.

“Yeah.” He said, zoning out a little at the sight of her bare legs. Much more of them were exposed than earlier. He could see the shape of her hips, and he watched her nipples harden under his gaze- his cock twitched in response. “You didn’t like the sweatpants?”

“Not really, I was too warm. And pants feel weird in between my legs.” She responded, looking up at him with big eyes. He groaned. It’s like her responses turned him on when she wasn’t even trying to. He assumed they trained her to be so seductive, but he swears part of it almost seemed natural. Like for some reason he couldn’t help but be turned on by her.

The two of them shared their meals together at the little table. He could tell she was a little nervous around him, but also happy to be in his company. Bucky also noticed how good she is at making conversation. Always polite, but she knew exactly the right things to say.

“So you’re definitely gonna knit me a sweater right?” He jested, empty takeout boxes discarded in the trash.

“I’d love to. But it’s gonna take a whole lot of yarn. I don’t know if anyone told you, Bucky, but you’re kinda broad.” She said with light in her eyes.

“I’ll get you all the yarn you want, Y/n.”

“What color do you want it?” She asked.

“You pick, Babydoll.” He said, pulling her chair a little closer to himself. He couldn’t help wanting to be closer to her.

“I want yarn the color of your eyes, Bucky. Sir, you’re so beautiful.” In their proximity, she definitely noticed his reaction to her calling him ‘Sir’. Feeling emboldened, she continued. “Do you like when I call you sir?” She asked.

“Yeah, Babydoll.” He breathed, they were pulling each other in like magnets. Everything felt like it was coming into place for the two of them.

“Then why do you tell me to call you Bucky?” Her giggles were cut off by a bruising kiss. She immediately felt his tongue demanding entry that she was too happy to allow. He picked her up from her chair, and placed her on his lap, straddling him.

“Because I can’t think straight when you call me that.” He said, standing with her legs around his waist. He could feel her wet, pantie-less pussy rubbing against his abs, and groaned in frustration. He was hard as steel.

He sat her gently on the bed, and started sliding down her body.

“You’re only gonna wear my clothes, okay?” He ordered. He knew she would do whatever he asked of her, but he would never ask her to do anything bad. Just seeing her in nothing but his shirt did something to him.

He pushed up the shirt, and kissed all the newly exposed skin. His cold, metal arm felt heavenly on her hard nipples. He kissed and licked all the way down her belly until he reached where she wanted him most.

“What are you doing, Sir?” She asked him when he started separating her folds.

“I’m about to eat this pretty pussy, Babydoll.” He looked at her from in between her legs.

“Ohhh. Why?” She asked. She didn’t want to sound dumb in front of him, but in her studies, she never saw anything being reciprocated. She assumed her body was just for his pleasure. But if this is what he wanted, who was she to complain.

“Because it’s soaking wet, beautiful, and I want a taste. Plus, how else am I gonna fit in here if I don’t get you ready? I can’t break my shiny new toy on the first day. My shiny Babydoll.” He said before taking a long lick from her entrance to her clit. “Mmm tastes so sweet. Like sugar water.”

“They only let me drink water and cranberry juice.” She giggled, glad to see him enjoying something she worked so hard for.

“Damn, if we didn’t kill Hydra, I’d have to write them a thank you card.” He joked, putting a finger in her hole and sucking her clit. She was moaning quite uncontrollably, she never felt pleasure like this (or really at all), and it was overwhelming for her.

But then he stopped all of a sudden. He kissed back up her body, and left his finger inside of her- something clawing at his mind.

“They- Hydra didn’t touch you did they? Did they touch my Babydoll?” He asked, looking her deep in the eyes. Just the thought of them touching his girl brought rage to his chest.

“N- no, Sir. They wanted me t-to, to be untouched for my S-Soldat.” She was finally able to muster. He wasn’t helping her concentration. After he ask his question, he added another finger and started stroking her walls. Upon her answer, he hummed and pulled her into a kiss.

“Y/n, You’re so good for me, Babydoll. But I don’t think I can take another minute not inside you.” He said, pulling off his clothes with one hand, the other knuckle deep in her pussy. As his hand increased speed, and his thumb pressed on her clit, she clenched around his two fingers and came. He pressed his tip into her entrance before she even came down.

“Sir, you’re so big.” She squealed.

“Babydoll, I’m barely in you yet.” He laughed before he drove home. Her legs wrapped around him as she screamed. The pain disappeared after the initial shock, help by the powerful orgasm she just had. But that orgasm seemed like nothing compared to the one he was currently brewing inside her with every hit to her cervix.

“So goddamn tight, Babydoll. Like you were Made For Me™️. I’m gonna cum so deep inside you, Y/n. Do you want that? Want me to claim you right here?” He pressed his hand on her belly, where he could feel himself bulging out of her from his size.

“Yes! Bucky, Yes!” She shouted, the knot deep inside her about to snap. “Please, make me yours, Sir” She moaned out his name like a prayer.

“Yes, good Y/n. My precious Babydoll. I’m about to cum baby. Cum with me, Y/n.” He said, grinding his pelvis in every thrust to rub against her clit. One of his arms supported his body while the other massaged her sensitive nipples.

Her orgasm was explosive, and the tightness around him felt so good, he followed her into the abyss. She shook and shuddered, while he stroked her hair, not ready to pull out of her just yet. They didn’t say anything until after he left to get her a washcloth to clean up her sopping, sensitive pussy. He was damn near mesmerized by the way she jumped a little from the overstimulation, and loved how his cum gushed out of her a little every time she breathed. He knew he needed this girl in his life forever.

“Bucky, I always wondered what happened to the women in those videos after her job was done.” She whispered against his lips when he came back up and put his arms around her.

“I doubt they got the special treatment like you do, but you deserve it for being my shiny Babydoll.” He told her and kissed her nose.

“Why do you call me that?” She asked.

“Because you look like a doll and you’re my favorite new toy.” He chuckled against her lips. Lazy kisses being exchanged between the two.

“So you’re gonna keep me?” She beamed at him.

“Of course I’m gonna keep ya, silly girl. You’re absolutely perfect. And it would be pretty rude to not keep a gift made just for me.” He kissed her one last time before she tucked her face into his neck and fell asleep.

He knew he’d have to teach her all the compassionate things about a relationship Hydra never did, but he was happy knowing that he’d protect her the way he had all those years ago. And that being with him is all she wanted.

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[staywritten]

One Week │Bang Chan(M)

Synopsis: You heard that not having sex could strength a relationship. How long will you and Chan last? 

Genre: Idol!AU, fluff, teasing, smut, slow burn? established relationship, one shot

Word Count: 3k

Masterlist.

This was your idea. 

You did this to yourself but Chan didn’t have to torture you like this. 

A few days ago you came across this article encouraging couples to take a break from their sex life and try to focus on emotional intimacy. It talked about how it would bring you closer as a couple and help your relationship last longer, and not be based on pure sex appeal. 

Honestly, there wasn’t anything fundamentally wrong with your relationship, but since you were both so busy and alone time had been pretty rare. The times you were free you would spend it in bed and end up knocking out right after spending all night making love. You missed the conversation, you missed getting to know your partner. You missed the early stages of the relationship. 

You thought it was a good idea, it was only for a week. 

It was only day three and he was driving you insane. 

You leaned against the bed frame, scrolling through your phone absently. You were just passing the time while your boyfriend got ready for dinner tonight. You had about an hour before you had to meet your parents at the restaurant.

The bathroom door swung open and your mouth went dry at the sight of him. Chan’s curly hair dripping from the shower, his towel sitting low on his hips. His toned body glistening as he walked over to the closet. He never liked fully drying off in the bathroom, he was one that preferred to air dry. 

He smirked to himself, he could feel your eyes on his every move. Looking over his shoulder he grinned. “You look so pretty in that dress Baby. Should I wear a matching button-up or is that too much?”

Your tongue darted out, licking your lips as you just nodded your head. 

He chuckled walking over to you. He grabbed your chin between his thumb and his index finger, making you look at him. “Your words Darling, use your words.”

“Fuck…” you whispered more so to yourself, wanting to go back in time and stop yourself from even bringing up this stupid idea. 

He winked, kissing your forehead. “Now should I wear a white button-up? Or the black one?” his smile widened “You know, the silk one”

“The black one…” you eyed him, letting your gaze follow a particular drop of water that rolled down his chest and disappeared into his towel. 

“You look like you have something else to say Baby?” He quirked a brow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Perhaps something you want to beg me for?”

The way he eyed you was sinful. He leaned in closer to you, caressing your cheek softly. “May I?” he whispered against your lips watching you nod, giving him permission for a kiss. His lips moved against yours, his tongue flicking against the roof of your mouth. You could still taste the watermelon juice on him from earlier. His fingers laced into your hair, tugging you harder as he deepened the kiss. The tiniest growls, echoing from his throat as you bit down on his lip. 

Your hands started getting more daring, sliding up his back, your nails grazing his skin as you tugged him down just a bit. He laughed, catching himself before he fell into bed with you. “Behave”

“I didn’t do anything~” you looked up at him innocently, a small pout playing on your lips. You shook your head, trying to come back to your senses. You could do this! It was only a week, and if you couldn’t even make it a week without having sex with Chan you worried your relationship was purely physical. “Get dressed so we can get going.”

“Alright Baby” he smiled brightly, his cheek dimpling as he gave you a once over. 

You rubbed your temples looking at your phone. Only four more days left of this torture. 

The next day you and Chan were cooking dinner together. You two didn’t normally have this much time together, but he was on holiday from work and you were going to savor every meal with him. You were cooking up an easy stir fry with a steak on the stove. Chan worked on the salad and homemade rolls.

And as much as you savored these little cooking moments. Chan had a tendency tonight of bumping into. One too many times for it to an accident. And you were so touch starved a brush of his fingers could probably make you moan. 

But you tried to ignore it.

Only three more days and you could make love to your heart’s content. You just needed to focus on emotional intimacy. 

“And then Felix helped me write this cute song about photosynthesis-Oops excuse me Love” he grabbed your hips to steady you as he walked between you and the kitchen island. His crotch rubbing against your backside in all the right spots. 

You gasped, biting down on your finger trying to distract yourself. All of this just so he could grab some damn pepper. 

The thing about being touch starved was that absolutely everything made your horny. 

Sure, it was torturous but it was the moments after that made it feel like it was worth it. You had a good conversation during dinner and cuddled on the couch while watching a movie. Chan kissed your temple as you watched the tv. He was more captivated at watching your expressions than he was in the film.

You looked up at him feeling him pepper more kisses. “Hm?” 

“Nothing, I just love you”

You mirrored his beautiful smile. Maybe it was the cozy moment, maybe it was the warm lighting bouncing off the tv. But he just looked so welcoming. You leaned into his touch, the feeling of his nails absently scratching your scalp. “I love you too” you bit down on your lip, your eyes darting to look at his beautiful full lips. “Do you want to….” you looked down, your shoulders slumping a bit as you got embarrassed. 

He laughed “What is it? You can ask me anything?”

“You wanna make out?” you leaned closer to him. “No sex just… like making out?”

He laughed leaning into you. “Like some touch starved teenager?” he brushed his nose against yours. 

“Mhmm” you grinned brushing your lips against his. The sweet gesture turned into a heated kiss in no time. Your fingers threaded through his curly hair, as his strong hands cupped your face, holding you against his. Your legs tangled together as he settled over you, pinning you to the couch as his kiss got hungrier. His pupils wild, and dilated as you moaned. Hearing your voice only motivated him more. His fingers gripped your sides, under your shirt. 

You pulled away, your lips swollen and bruised as you struggled to catch your breath. “Maybe we should cool off?”  you playfully swatted his hand that teasingly played with the waistband of your shorts. 

“I’ll behave, I promise I won’t go further” he pressed a kiss on the bases of your throat, sucking the sensitive skin, making sure to leave a mark. 

You threaded your fingers through his hair, yanking his head playfully to make him look up at you. “I know… But if you keep this up, I might want you to go farther and we still have a few days to this challenge.” 

And in that moment he might have been more turned than he’d like to admit. He licked his lips and grinned “I turn you on that much Baby?” He ran his hand up your throat, applying just the smallest amount of pressure. Just enough for you to gasp and to see your eyes roll back. “Mmmm…  you sound so beautiful” he pressed a kiss at the base of your throat, sucking at the skin. His teeth grazing and nipping you as he did so. 

“Chris…” you whined, your thighs pressing together as you felt that coil in your lower stomach tighten. 

“Hm?” he asked absently, peaking up at you past those long lashes. His hand slowly traveled up your neck, gripping your jaw. His thumb pressing against your lips, making you open up for him. Taking his thumb in your mouth. His breath hitched as you sucked hard. Your tongue swirling against the pad of his thumb as you never broke eye contact. “Your mouth feels so good Baby girl” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Darling, if you don’t stop, I don’t know if I can keep doing your little exercise” 

He pulled his thumb from your mouth, chuckling when you whined and grabbed for his hand. “Fuck it” you pouted. “I want you.”

“But we still have… Hm? Is it three more days?” he teased. 

“I don’t care” you sat up, your brow furrowing at him. “I want you...” your hand gripped his collar as you eyed him, your hand traveling lower to rest on his pecks. 

“But wasn’t the whole purpose of this, to get closer? Being more intimate?” he laughed. 

“You can get closer by getting inside me” you rolled your hips into the couch. “Please?”

He laughed, pulling out of your grasp and standing. “I dunno Love, I think restraint and discipline can do you well” he winked. “It’s only a few more days. You’ll survive”

Famous last words. 

You huffed, flopping back on to the couch watching your boyfriend disappear into the bedroom. “This is fucking stupid” you grumbled into the pillow. You couldn’t even really be mad at him. You were the one that proposed this whole stupid thing, and he respected your wish. It was only fair that you respected his wish to finish it. But it didn’t stop you from being pouty about it. 

The next day was your silent protest that you were far over this experiment. You’d given him the silent treatment. Spending all day huffing and pouting. Even stomping when you had the chance. Which to your dismay Chan was finding adorable hilarious. It wasn’t often that you acted like a brat and he was savoring it.

Chan was sitting on the couch reading a book when you came to bother him. Sitting at the far end of the couch. He chuckled to himself and glanced over at you. “Are you done with your temper tantrum?”

“Hmpf!” you turned away from him, turning your attention to the tv. 

He smirked, his cheek dimpling. “I suppose not.” he turned the page to his book, making himself more comfortable. “My Baby is so daring… It’s cute” he glanced at you. “I know what you’re doing”

“Then do something about it”

He snickered “And she speaks” he closed his book,setting it on the table. He licked his lips looking at you, placing his hand on your thigh. Letting it span over the skin before gripping it. “I’m going to finish what you started.”

You straddled him in one swift motion, wrapping your arms around his neck. “How about now?” you grinded your core against him. It’s just two more days.”

“You’ve gone far longer without me when I’m on tour” he laughed, gripping your hips. “Why is it harder now?”

“Because you’re in front of me, and refusing me to be petty”

“Oh is that what I’m doing? I’m just being petty?” he leaned back on the couch, giving you the biggest teasing smile. “You wanted us to get to know each other better, let’s get to know each other” he kissed your wrist softly. “I’m going to ask you some questions, we can get to know each other that way.”

“Will it end with you being inside me?”

“We’ll see” he bucked his hips upward subtly as he moved further on to the couch. The motion was enough to making you moan and grip him harder. Your body, hypersensitive from the dry spell. “Sorry” he gave you a coy smile.

“You’re not sorry” you pouted “You’re being mean”

“It’ll be worth it Love” he chuckled, rubbing small circles on your hips. 

“Kiss?” you brushed your lips against his.

“Of course” he grinned, biting down on your bottom lip and pulling you into a kiss. “Mmm…” he raked his fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp softly. “What was the first thing you noticed about me?”

“Really? That’s what you want to know?”

“Mhmm.”

“I thought you were cute, but more than that…” you smiled, remembering the day fondly. Chan had just gotten off stage, and your friend who was a staff member wanted you to meet the guys. You spoke before you could stop yourself, you just couldn’t help it telling him how handsome he was. “After I called you handsome...You had to cover your ears and you had the cutest giggle I’d ever heard in my life… I couldn’t wrap my head around how you were the same beastly sexy man, humping the air on stage” he smiled as you kissed the side of his mouth. “What about you? What did you notice about me?”

His eyes raked down your body and you playfully nudged him. “I’m serious!” 

“I’m just kidding” he chuckled. “The first thing I noticed about you was how breathtaking you were. I was pretty self conscious because I was so sweaty from stage and you were just so… wow” he smiled caressing your cheek. And when you spoke I just knew you were my muse”

“When did you realize you were in love with me?” you quirked a brow, asking him a question. 

“When I got back from tour after three months and I got back to the dorm. That same dorm that I’ve lived in for years...and it didn’t feel like home. The first place I needed to go was you.” he looked at you with the most loving look. “You were my home”

“Chris…” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his. Just basking in the intimacy. 

“When did you realized you loved me?”

“I always knew… but the biggest sign was when I realized that you were the one person it didn’t feel exhausting to be with. My social battery never ran out with you…. I craved being with you” you giggled. “Essentially you became my home too” you yelped, wrapping your arms around him as he stood up. Holding your body close in his arms as he walked you to the bedroom. “What are you doing?”

“I wanna make love to you” he set you down gently.

“We still have two more days”

“I don’t need an intimacy exercise to tell me that I love you” he pinned your arms down. “Any objections?”

“None at all” you grinned as he ripped his shirt off over his head. “It was a stupid article anyway” you smiled running your hands up his abs. 

He settled between your legs, pushing your thin t-shirt up over your head. Haphazardly tossing it behind him. Palming your breast, and pinching your hardened nipples between his fingers. “I miss touching you” he trailed a path from your neck down to your nipple, taking the bud between his lips. Your head falling back into the pillow as you moaned, your hips lifting just to feel something. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your sweats tugging them down. “My poor needy Baby is so wet.” 

“Do something about it” you whined, dipping your finger into your core. He licked his lips watching you pleasure yourself. “Look at what you do to me” 

“I’m sorry Baby, let me take care of that for you” he took your finger into his mouth, sucking hard on the digit. A low growl, bubbling from the back of his throat. He boldly lowered himself, slipping his tongue between your folds and sucking on your clit. Your finger lacing in his curly hair. Feeling him pick up pace, slipping his fingers in and out of you; Your body shivered, hips bucking up until he held your waist and pushed it into the mattress. “It’s ok Babygirl, I got you” 

Your pants became more urgent as your lower stomach felt hotter, your hips desperately writhing against him. It wasn’t too long from his relentless teasing that you came for him. He lapped up all of your sweetness before sitting back. Taking in just how beautiful you look. Your chest heaving, eyes clenched in pleasure/ He wiped the slick from his with his thumb. 

Looking up at him you gripped his waistband, tugging him to you. “On your back Chris”

He chuckled letting you pull him down. “Yes ma’am” his eyes darkened as you pulled his sweats and boxers down to his thighs. 

“I wanna ride you…” you wrapped your fingers around his hardened length, leaking with pre-cum. You straddled his thighs and sighed as he helped you lower yourself onto him. Sinking down to his full length. 

He mumbled a strained fuck as his head fell back into the pillows. Your warmth clenching him hard as you readjusted to his length. You sat for a good while, hands firmly planted on his chest  as you took the time to let him stretch you out. “Can you move yet Baby?”

“Almost” you whimpered, rolling your hips, his hands instantly gripping your hips. 

“Please Baby… Please I need you to” he groaned lifting his hips, making you bounce on him. The sinful way his name fell from your lips, encouraging him. 

You rocked your hips slowly at first, picking up pace feeling his hands guide you, words of encouragement on his lips. You kept rocking against him, your moans getting louder as he began to snap his hips upward to meet yours. “Fuck-I’m close, Keep going Love” he gripped your hips tighter, knowing it’d leave a bruise.

You leaned forward, holding on to the bed frame to help you get a different angle, his cock hitting far deeper in you than before. Your whole body shivering as you knew you were coming apart. The way your stomach tightened when he playfully licked your breast. “Come for me..” he whispered. “I need to feel you come for me” rocked your hips faster. 

“I’m close.. I’m Ahh…” you clenched your eyes shut, trying to focus on moving your hips. 

“I have to come Baby, let me pull out” when he moved to lift you off you tighten your walls around him, squeezing hard. 

“Don’t you dare.” 

“But-”

“Come in me please… please” you begged. “Fill me”

He was a goner. He grabbed your hips tight, slamming into you before finally coming. He rubbed your clit in a circle helping you reach your climax. “That a girl…” he panted as you collapsed on his chest. He kissed the top of your head, rubbing small circles on your back. 

You peaked up at him before kissing his lips. “I love you” 

He chuckled “I know Baby, I love you too. But the next time you want to get closer intimately just ask me questions, let's spin more time together. We don’t have to test our patients” he caressed your cheek. 

“I know” you giggled. “But you totally caved before I did” you stuck your tongue out, teasing him. 

“What? But I-” he groaned rubbing his temples “Dammit I really did” he laughed hugging you tight, rolling you over to lay beside him. “Well my consolation prize for losing was worth it” he pecked your lips softly. 

End

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 faking it

includes : bokuto kōtarō, oikawa tōru, tsukishima kei

prompt : faking cramps / an injury just to see how they react

genre : fluuuuuuff

warnings : menstrual cramps mentioned

a/n : k i saw this tiktok of this girl pranking her boyfriend with cramps and he’s super sweet with it all and i just teared up at it and it hasn’t left my brain ngl.

— whenever you were actually in pain, his primary instinct was always to make sure to make you feel as comfortable as possible in the situation that you were in.

— you wanted to play this little prank on him to see how quickly he’d react more than anything.

— kōtarō texted you as soon as he got out of training, telling you that he’d be coming home soon, and you purposefully didn’t reply to the text, just so you would make him worry more.

— in fact, as soon as he set foot in the house, he made a direct beeline to the bedroom, where you’d positioned yourself on the bed, covers pulled up to cover your whole body including your face, silently praying that you wouldn’t crumble and ruin the prank.

— “angel?” you could almost hear the pout in his voice as he spoke, but instead of replying, you let out a groan and shifted under the covers, bringing the performance home by slipping in a little whimper as well.

— you felt the covers being gently tugged down and you allowed it, looking up at your incredibly concerned boyfriend, “are you in pain? do you need anything?” he questioned, his voice softer than usual, “i can run you a bath or get you a heating pad? i can give you one of my sweaters to help you feel warmer ...”

— while he was listing the options, kōtarō had managed to find your hand and was rubbing soothing circles on your knuckles.

— you swore your heart melted at the concern written all over his face and you simply couldn’t keep the prank going because you just couldn’t keep worrying him without feeling even guiltier than you already did.

— as soon as you sat up in bed and looked at him guiltily, the worry on his face shifted into confusion, “i’m not really in pain kō, i was just pranking you.”

— the man let out a small huff of relief before he tackled you back down onto the bed, making you giggle as he nuzzled his face into your neck, “good, i don’t like seeing you in pain, even if it was a prank.”

— safe to say that his reaction to take care of you was somewhat instant.

— you knew that tōru was dramatic over the smallest of things, and when it came to you, the drama increased tenfold. that, in turn, meant that you loved to mess with him just to get a rise out of him. 

— which was why you were in the kitchen, mentally rubbing your hands together and waiting for the opportune moment.

— as soon as you heard him open the bathroom door, the faint whistles floating through the hallway, you slammed the one of the kitchen cabinet doors and let out a short cry, resting your back against the counter and cradling your hand close to your chest, feigning pain.

— contrary to his usual calm footsteps, these were slightly rushed - not enough to make you think that he was going to knock over everything that stood in his way, but enough to make you worry that he would end up injuring himself.

— “sweetheart, what happened?” his question was instant, right out the gate as soon as he appeared in the kitchen doorway, almost letting out a sigh of relief to see that you were still standing and that it wasn’t what his mind had imagined it was ... which in retrospect had him thinking that he would need to take you to the emergency room.

— you explain what happened in a fake-pained voice, making sure to punctuate your words with a sob here and there. 

— this had tōru cooing softly, before he turned on his heel and hurried away, leaving you more than confused. had he caught on to the prank? was he just messing with you?

— just as more questioned popped up into your mind, your loving boyfriend re-appeared in the doorway, his eyes swimming with worry as he gently lifted you onto the kitchen counter and opened the first aid kit that he’d gotten from the bathroom.

— “give me your hand...” the concern in his voice made you feel ten times worse as you held out your un-injured hand to him, which in turn made him raise an eyebrow and flip over softly to inspect every inch, “maybe you bruised the bone, there should be a sort of soothing cream for that-”

— you let out a giggle at how adorable he was and how calm he was keeping himself, “baby i didn’t hurt myself, i’m just messing with you.”

— and that’s where the drama began. oikawa huffed and turned away from you, crossing his arms over his chest, more giggles erupted from you as you reached over and managed to slip your arms around his shoulders, pulling him to you and pressing a small kiss to his shoulder.

— “i’m glad i always have you to take care of me,” and as soon as you rested your chin on his shoulder and looked at him with a smile, you could feel the betrayal melt away, even though the pout still remained on his lips.

— “that was mean and i don’t like it when you’re mean,” he grumbled, before pressing a kiss to your forearm and squeezing your shin softly, glad that you weren’t actually hurt.

— cool, calm and collected is how you would basically describe your boyfriend in any type of crisis. he just assesses the situation and sees how to go about it without making too big of a fuss.

— doing anything over the top wouldn’t really fluster him all that much, but you still wanted to mess with him without actually doing anything annoying.

— as soon as you saw him sitting in bed mindlessly scrolling through his phone, an idea came to you and you instantly got to work.

— your footsteps turned a bit sluggish as you walked to the bed, making sure to press one of your hands against your stomach to emphasise that you were in ‘pain’, knowing that even though your boyfriend was focused on whatever was going on on his phone, he was perceptive and picked up on the smallest of things.

— you crawled into bed next to him, shuffling under the covers to press your body against his before letting out a small whimper to catch his attention.

— instantly, kei’s hand came down from behind his head and he placed it on top of your head, gently beginning to rub at your scalp, knowing that it would soothe you and even though you weren’t really in pain, the action instantly softened you up and you almost forgot what you were doing.

— almost.

— another whimper slipped past your lips and you nuzzled your face into your boyfriend’s chest, murmuring an ‘it hurts’.

— at first he only hummed, continuing the motions of his fingers against your head, but as soon as he didn’t hear the sigh of relief you usually let out whenever he did it, the sound of kei’s phone being placed on the bedside table was audible.

— “did you take medication?” you shook your head and he sighed softly, “well, that would help for starters,” he chuckled softly before moving his hand from your hand to the small of your back, knowing that period pains usually also caused back pains, “you should drink some water, i can make you some food and then i’ll run you a warm bath if you want.”

— you swore your heart grew ten sizes at your boyfriend’s considerate words, eyes softening as you look up at him, “i love you,” you murmured up at him.

— this made confusion come to his face, before he nodded softly, “i love you too but ...” and in his perceptive nature, he realised what’d happened the moment he didn’t see the pained look on your face anymore, before he scoffed and shook his head a little, “i don’t like you making me think that you’re in pain, but we can still do all the stuff i suggested.”

— even though he seldom showed it, your boyfriend was a big softie, especially when it came to you and your wellbeing.