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cinnasweetss · 4 months

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to love and to cherish. | l.hs

genre: smut, very minimal plot, fluff (a pinch.)

characters: husband/dad!heeseung, wife/mom!reader, “uncle”!jake at the end, seung (reader & heeseung’s son)

wc: 2.8k

content below cut. (plz read…or you’ll be v surprised…)

content: established relationship, mentions of pregnancy & marriage, domestication, reader is a stay at home mom, body insecurity, body description, SLIGHTTTT dacryphilia, lactation, love making, tit play, pussy eating, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (hun, love, baby, etc.), praise, etc etc…

A /N: i’m experimenting in my writing (still tame imo)! this might not be everyone’s cup of tea n that’s ok <3 thanks for reading!!

"dinner looks great, hun." heeseung slides in, slipping a hand around your waist from behind, pressing a kiss to your cheek. it startles you, whipping your head around to him, soft smile plastered on his face.

"Didn't hear you come in." you mumble, returning his smile before you continue the dishes. "Got you something." he pulls away, shuffling behind you, "give me a second, hee." you need to finish these dishes tonight. it'll be pain the ass tomorrow if you don't. "Did you put Seung to bed? Told you I wanted to see him, hun." he says, immediately noticing how quiet the house is tonight. lights dimmed, living room picked up and neat instead of the usual plethora of toys. "he got fussy."

"Baby, come on-" he nags, only because you have barely looked at him since he stepped in. no 'how was work, honey?' and a cheerful smile like usual.

"Give me a minute, heeseung!"

there's a long pause in the air, making you immediately regret raising your voice, dropping the plate in your hand back into the soapy water, "I'm sorry."

heeseung told you to not let it get like that. he told you to not stress yourself out when you both found out you were pregnant. he knew this would happen. it was inevitable. but you promised him. "Look at me."

"Oh, hee..." you immediately soften, face falling into your hands once you see the beautiful, huge bouquet of flowers in his hands. he sets the bouquet down on the island, quickly moving to wrap his arms around your crying figure. you quickly accept the embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Why are you crying?" he chuckles, rubbing his hand on your back soothingly. "I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, love." he pulls you off of him, wiping away your tears. "so pretty." he leans in to kiss you, using his thumbs to wipe the rest of the stray tears.

Heeseung is so good to you. he always has been. when you met him six years ago, when you married him three years ago, and when you gave him his firstborn a year and a half ago. his love has been unconditional, unwavering, always consistent. all you could ask for and more.

"I told you not to stress yourself out. You can ask me for help." he's smiling, despite your continued tears. you feel so awful. "But you're working-" he stops you there, "so are you, love." he knows that being a stay at home mom is a lot, a lot more demanding than his silly little corporate job. "what are you handwashing the dishes for, anyway? we've got a dishwasher."

"cause, it's a lot to run it..." he sighs, face shifting to a scowl. he hates when you talk about the price of things, bills, anything with money. "It's not, and that's not for you to worry about." it's firm, almost scolding. but you know it's just because of the many times he's had to tell you to not worry about the bills. not that you've seen one in years.

"Get in bed. I'll finish up." he pulls away then, moving to the sink. you scurry behind him, grabbing a vase to put the flowers in. "Bed, babe. I'll do that too."

"let me warm up your food-" he doesn't have to say much, turning with a dissatisfied expression across his face as he leans on the counter. "Get upstairs." you know better than to argue after the third time, so, you do as told.

...

he joins you just an hour later, walking in on you fumbling with the baby monitor, making sure it's on and working before you set it on the bedside table. he eyes you, wet hair stuck to your shoulders and neck, saturating the t shirt you have on.

he grabs your hand, pulling you back to the bathroom. he places you infront of the mirror, reaching for the hair dryer in the cabinet. "Did you even towel dry it? you're soaking."

"Thought I heard Seung crying..." you mumble, heeseung running a brush through your hair. "That hairdryer- Dyson. it's so expensive. you won't even use it."he grabs a towel, gently drying each lock of your hair, then your neck and shoulders.

"I do use it!" five times since he got it for you during Christmas. You'd brought it up maybe once, showing him a video on TikTok of some influencer using it. it was probably the millionth video you'd showed him. still, he paid attention. "Sometimes." he agrees, flashing you a playful smile in the mirror.

"you don't have work to do?" you look at him through the mirror, squeezing the water out of your hair with the towel. "Work? While i'm at home with my wife?" he turns on the hairdryer after, running it over your now damp hair.

this week he's been coming home without his laptop. spending almost no time in his office downstairs, instead getting into bed with you every night after work.

you hadn't said it out loud, but he knew you were bothered by sleeping first. sleeping next to an empty space that he only filled from the hours of 1am to 6am. disappearing into his office right after dinner. you continue watching him through the mirror, fond smile on you lips as he finishes. his eyes catch yours, mouthing a playful "what?" before he shifts his eyes back to your hair.

he turns off the hair dryer, using a brush to smooth out the now dry hair. he guides you out the bathroom, stopping you in front of your shared dresser.

reaching for the bottom of your tee, he pulls it up, only stopping when you step back and push his hands away. "come on, you gotta get out of this. it's wet."

"I'll do it." "Babe, really."

you surrender at that, raising your arms so he can lift your shirt above your head and get you a new one. Only he has his gaze locked on yours...trying to remember the last time he was intimate with you. the last time he saw you undressed. you notice his expression change, unfamiliar glint in his eyes.

had it really been that long?

"What, hee? you're staring..." you ask worriedly, afraid he might not like what he sees. you damn sure don't look like the woman he married, not after having his child.

each time you look in the mirror you're reminded, each time you look at your wedding pictures, each time you get naked infront of him, each time you look at your son.

your arm lays against your chest, holding your breasts as you reach for another shirt. Heeseung's way quicker, grabbing your arm before you can reach it. "Wait."

his lips are on yours seconds later, pulling your body flush against his, trapping you in a very passionate kiss.

you know what he wants when he kisses you like that. when he pulls you in by your waist and holds your cheek with one hand. when he lifts you up and takes you bed, placing you against the mattress softly. your stomach flutters with excitement, eager to experience a different type of intimacy with him.

he pulls away, pulling at his tie with one hand and letting it fall to the ground, undoing a few buttons of his shirt after.

he connects your lips again as wall as your groins, grinding softly through kisses. it's enough to get you worked up, moaning into the kiss when he gropes at a tit.

he gives it some love with his mouth too, sucking one and squeezing the other. its enough to stimulate your ducts, breasts tingling as they secrete milk. he purposely squeezes a nipple, milk spilling from the ducts, as you squirm beneath him. his skilled hands force a moan from you, his tongue swirling as he sucks, likely making your other breast leak too.

his hips rut against yours, grunting at the little bit of friction it gives. he's gotta get out of these slacks, and fast. he pulls his mouth away, kissing down your chest and abdomen, paying special attention to those areas he knows youre insecure about.

your lower belly that's riddled with stretch marks and hips that look the same from carrying his child. he wouldn't trade you for the world, not when you've given him the best gift on gods earth. a family.

he pulls your night shorts down with one motion, doing the same with your panties before he spreads your legs. his kisses move to your thighs, stopping when he reaches your core. he moves your hips to the edge of the bed, kneeling before you. "Fuck.." he feels his mouth water just looking, pushing your legs before he dips his head between your thighs.

six years and every time feels like the first. six years and neither of you can get enough.

he always takes his time, soft kisses against your pussy to start, soft licks against your clit when he slides his tongue through your folds, huge hands that knead at the flesh of your thighs to stimulate you even more. he gradually moves to sucking, tongue flat against the little bundle of nerves, forcing moan from you.

your eyes flutter closed, sinking further into the mattress as you reach for his hands.

your fingers intertwine perfectly, much like they did the first time you two met in college. he was sweet then, he's even sweeter now. always, always so compassionate and caring, even more since you've gotten married.

he watches from between your legs. eyes shut, brows furrowed, mouth agape as you let out the prettiest moans. matching the pretty expression you have.

he knows you like the back of his hand, sucking your clit just how you like it. your back arching off the bed tells him so. especially when you remove a hand from his, sliding it through his hair instead to swirl your hips.

"oh, god- hee!"

he can hear your breath quickening. short and shallow through endless curses as your orgasm builds. "fuck, baby, i'm cumming!" it hits you like a truck, heeseung moaning as you cum right on his tongue, nothing else. holding your hips steady so he can eat you through it. through the soft convulsions and quiet moans, hands that grip his and his hair.

heeseung finally pulls his lips way, rising from the floor with lips coated in your arousal. he doesn't lick them, keeps them wet and moist so he can lean down and kiss you. he's letting you taste yourself as well, sliding his tongue past your lips to give you sloppy, wet kisses.

you pull at his button up, pulling it from his slacks, moving to remove his belt right after. you pull away from the kiss, pulling at the buttons with frantic hands. "help me, hee..." you mumble, looking up at the man above you. he forces you both up, reaching to unbutton his pants as you work on those damn buttons.

"take your time, darlin'. Im not going anywhere." he kisses your forehead gently, capturing your lips again once you finish. you push his shirt off his shoulders, only satisfied when you hear it make contact with the wood flooring below. "tell me how you want me." you barely manage to get out between kisses. he doesn't respond for a minute, focusing on kissing you before he makes up his mind.

"bend over." he pants, catching his breath from the very heated kiss. you do as instructed, turning around to bend over for him. his hands immediately attach to your hips, one hand pressing against the small of your back, guiding you into position. "Arch that back, yeah..." he pulls you back against his dick, hard length sitting right between your ass. he retracts, sliding his length through your folds, coating it in your arousal.

you can feel him line himself up with your entrance, head of his cock just barely penetrating, pausing before he decides to fully slip inside. a soft cry leaves you, leaning yourself away from the intrusion that has your walls stretching. "Uh-ah, keep that back arched for me baby." that makes you whine, forcing yourself back into position as he pulls you right back on his cock. "Good girl..." he coos, hand rubbing softly against your back to soothe you, legs already trembling just from him sliding in.

he takes you painfully slow, pulling half his length out, pushing it back in, in a long drawn out movement. his eyes are stuck right where you suck him back in, despite your little noises that tell him you're struggling with it. he barely has to move his hips, you're pushing back on him likely without even realizing.

"Fuck," his dick is soaked, coated in your wetness, glistening in the soft light coming from your bedside lamp. He grabs both hips, taking over your soft and cautious movements, replacing them with his own. Still slow, but much deeper, holding your ass to his hips each time he pushes himself back in.

"Taking it so good, baby." heeseung doesn't know why you're always so caught up in your own thoughts. each time he fucks you like this, you forget all about your silly little insecurities. It's all proof of the woman you are today, anyway. the mother and wife he's built within you.

"Hee..." you reach a hand back to hold his, heeseung quickly pinning your arm behind your back, hand clasped within yours. His movements increase, throwing his own head back as your body drives him to near madness. you sink further down, hand knitting into the soft fabric of your cream coloured duvet.

so deep, so big. he's hitting all the right spots, bending over you to reach and grab a tit. he squeezes at the flesh, mouth steady kissing on your shoulder as he fucks you near completion. the both of you. "fuck, baby! harder!" nothing but a word, he happily obliges. he's been waiting for you to say it since he started. "Yeah?" his breaths shallow and short as he fucks into you harder, a loud moan of approval from you forcing a smirk on his lips. "Yes! god, heeseung!" from his lips on your neck, to the way his balls repeatedly slap against your clit, you're already there before you realise. "Like that, yeah, let it out."

you grab at his flexed arms beside you, crying out as you both ride out your orgasm together. Heeseung's hips stutter as cums inside you, sloppy uncoordinated thrusts pushing more waves of pleasure through you. "Shit." He blinks through the haziness coursing through his body, only pulling out when both of your breaths return to normal.

you stay even when heeseung leaves, relaxing your body against the bed. he comes back, turning you back over so he can clean you up, laying next to you right after.

comfortable silence fills the air, heeseung pulling you into his arms when you snuggle up close. "I love you, hee."

"I love you more, baby."

...

"Say hi!" you grab your sons arm, waving at the man in the doorway. "My big man! Say hi to uncle Jake." he takes the baby from your arms, bouncing him in his. "Where's your dad, big man? always leaving mommy to do the work, huh?" you move to the kitchen, starting the coffee maker for heeseung.

"Dad is doing laundry." Heeseung emerges, passing Jake the diaper bag. You furrow your brows at that, heeseung hadn't said anything about Jake taking Seung. "Morning." he slips behind you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Seung is-"

"You need a break." he quickly interjects, eyebrows raising when you don't immediately respond. "What? You don't wanna spend some time with me?" it's sly, the way his hand slips under your shirt to grab the soft flesh of your ass. "I was the only man in your life at one point, you know." he smiles, moving his hand back to a more appropriate position. "Whatever." you laugh, eyes shifting over to Jake who's preoccupied with your son. You slip past heeseung, going to say your goodbyes. "Thanks, Jake. You really-"

Heeseung's familiar hiss of disapproval stops you. Jake simply laughing, "It's all good. My girlfriend wants to see him anyway. she calls it playing 'house'."

"Marry her and have your own, dude." heeseung comes over, kissing his son’s cheek. "Yeah, yeah." he's always dismissive when the topic comes up, but you know he's just waiting on the right time. "I'll take off then." Jake smiles at the both you before he makes his way to the front door. Heeseung pulls you in as you both wave Jake and your son goodbye.

"Let's have another one."

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suashii · 1 year

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୨♡୧ WINDOW TO THE SOUL — dad!gojo. sfw. fluff. i can't stop thinking about papa gojo so pls accept this little blurb :3

“satoru.” you mean for your voice to come out firm but even you can hear the smile behind it. you don’t blame yourself though—how could you not smile at the sight before you?

something about seeing gojo with a baby in his hands seems natural. she’s tiny in his arms, like a fragile glass figure. and even though gojo satoru is the strongest man you know, there’s no chance he’d possibly ever break her. he’s made sure of that much and you can see the promise in his gaze as he stares down at your daughter. when he answers your call, he doesn’t even bother to look in your direction. “hmm?”

“you have to let her sleep.” you keep your voice low but it makes little difference in lulling the girl to sleep when gojo is doing everything in his power to keep her awake. he’s been doing this a lot since you brought the baby home from the hospital a couple months ago, though, you haven’t been able to put your finger on his reasoning behind it. despite his efforts, the little one always drifts off eventually, so you simply drink in the father-daughter time shared between the two of them.

gojo hears you, and he knows you’re right—it’s getting late and her little eyelids are beginning to flutter sleepily, but he can’t help but let his lithe fingers run up and down her chubby cheeks. the soft touch leads to a toothless smile and satoru swears he can see a sparkle twinkle in her eyes as she looks up at him.

it’s moments like these that continuously tempt him to keep the little girl up just a little longer. she makes him believe that eyes are truly the window to the soul because all he sees in hers is unconditional love. no requirements, no expectations, no limitations—just pure, unadulterated love.

satoru never could have imagined he would feel the most worthy in the eyes of a baby.

he cherishes the scene while he can—before she falls asleep for the night, before she grows up and the shiny sparkle in her eye begins to dull with time. he wants to hold onto this little piece of his baby girl for as long as he possibly can.

all too soon, her wispy, white eyelashes are brushing the tops of her cheeks and the girl is off to dreamland. satoru presses a feather-light kiss to his little lady’s forehead and whispers a quiet “goodnight” against her skin.

“you really have a hard time parting with her, huh?” your soft voice sounds from the opposite side of the couch.

it’s only when he looks up and meets your gaze that gojo realizes his daughter’s eyes are a reflection of your own. there are two people in the world who will love him no matter what.

thanks for reading! consider commenting or reblogging if you enjoyed ❤︎

#₊˚ପ⊹ signed: jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x you #jjk x you #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #gojo drabbles #jjk drabbles

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i-am-baechu · 6 months

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♡ Summary: Kim Seokjin is a popular cardiologist at Map of Seoul Hospital. Everyone looks up to him, especially a rookie named L/N Y/N.

♡ Pairing: Doctor! Seokjin! x Rookie Nurse! Y/N

♡ Rating: Explicit (18+)

♡ Genre: Doctor Jin!, Nurse reader, Jin is a little turd, Y/N is cheerful and outgoing, love at first sight, fluff, romance, comedy, angst, and smut

♡ Warnings: Medical stuff and sex scene

♡ Author's Note: Inspired by a Japanese drama I watched! I think this my new fav fic lol

♡ Playlist - I love official hige dandism

“The greatest gift that you can give to others is the gift of unconditional love and acceptance” -Brian Tracy

I was eighteen when everything made sense for me.

I was on a school trip and I was going around town with my friends. The spring just hit the city and the petals fell from the trees onto the busy streets. Writing in my notebook about the different sights was hard to do because there was no surface to write neatly. How was my teacher expecting nice work? I just tried my best to write it as neatly as I could.

I saw a little shop that was selling little charms and I couldn’t stop myself. There was a cute cat that was holding a heart, they were all cute but one caught her eye. It was a hamster holding a heart that said LUCK in bold letters. She gently picked it up and the shopkeep smiled at me, “Interested?”

“Yes...how much?”

The older lady shook her head and took the charm, “No worries. It’s free for you.”

I was confused and tilted my head at her, “Free? Why-”

“It can give you luck in the future with your job, education, and more importantly love.”

“Love?”

The lady nodded her head and handed me a special red velvet bag with gold symbols, “Good luck.”

I waved goodbye to her and walked away with a little smile on my face. Love. I have always wanted love ever since my mom told me about her love story with my dad. It just sounded so perfect and beautiful. Who wouldn’t want to fall in love with their soulmate?

It was an empty street and it was pretty with the flowers covering the park cars. I put my hair in a low ponytail and continued to walk to the next place that was on the paper. I saw a light pink tissue on the street and I looked up to see an older woman with her bike. I picked up the tissue and ran towards her, “Excuse me, you dropped this.”

All of a sudden, she fell to the floor. I took off my sweater and placed it under her head. I looked around me and I saw an EpiPen. I picked it up and looked at her face to see it was swollen alongside her arm. She stared at the EpiPen and started to panic. She had never used an EpiPen, she’s only ever seen one on TV.

“Help!! Someone, help!!”

“What’s happening!?”

She looked up and saw an older man making his way to her. His eyes were kind and his smile made her feel okay. He kneeled next to her and pushed some hair behind the older lady, “It’s going to be okay. Seokjin! I need your help!”

She turned her head and her eyes widened when she saw a handsome man around her age. He glanced at her but didn’t say anything. She watched them help the lady but her eyes never left “Seokjin”. He was so handsome and he knew what he was doing. The older man turned to her and gave her a soft smile, “Call an ambulance okay. She’s going to be okay thanks to you.”

“Okay.”

I watched the older lady getting rolled behind the ambulance and I stared with nervousness. Just then I felt a hand on the top of my head and she looked up to see “Seokjin'' smiling at me, “You did great.”

“Th-Thank you...my name is L/N Y/N.”

He ruffled my hair and started to walk to the ambulance but he looked back at me, “My name is Seokjin. We’ll take her to the Map of Seoul Hospital where I’m a resident, she’s going to be okay.”

I nodded my head and watched him enter the ambulance with the older man. She continued to watch until the ambulance was out of her sight. I figured out what I wanted to do with my life and it was all thanks to Seokjin. I wanted to be a nurse to support Seokjin.

Y/N stared at the hospital with a smile on her face, it was actually happening. She spent five years working on becoming a nurse. The amount of tests she took and all the studying paid off for this moment. Her grip around her bag strap tightened and she nodded her head, “Let’s go..”

“Y/N!”

She turned around and she waved with excitement, “Kook!! Tae!!”

Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung ran towards her with smiles on their faces. Jungkook and Taehyung are her closest friends from nursing school. They were her rock when things got hard and they supported her like how real brothers would. Jungkook and Taehyung were going to be a pediatric nurse while Y/N was going to become a cardiovascular nurse. There were only two people who wanted to be cardiovascular nurses in their nursing program, Y/N and an acquaintance named; Park Aria. Park Aria is an amazing student and she was always on top of her classes while Y/N was in the middle. Aria belonged in the medical field and it was clear.

“Are you ready?”

Y/N nodded her head as the three walked through the hospital doors, “I’ll try my best. We got this, right!?”

Jungkook nodded his head at her and looked at Taehyung, “I can’t wait to see the kids.”

Taehyung let out a small laugh and gently slapped Jungkook’s shoulder, “If you can handle blood.”

“Don’t tease him, blood is scary.”

Y/N went to change into her uniform and she stared at herself in the mirror. She wanted to cry but she already cried with her mom yesterday and she couldn’t ruin her uniform. She couldn’t let Seokjin see her tears. She smacked her cheeks gently and nodded her head, “Let’s do this.”

She walked towards the cardiology station and saw Aria there. She bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly. She was always awkward with Aria not because she didn’t like her but because Aria was always serious. She didn’t want her to be uncomfortable with her.

“Aria...good morning.”

Aria turned towards her and gave a small smile, “Good morning, Nurse L/N.”

Y/N’s face felt hot and she bowed her head, “So-Sorry, Nurse Park. Good morning, Nurse Park.”

Aria smiled at her and turned towards the staff. Y/N glanced at the staff and rushed to stand next to Aria. The staff smiled at them and bowed towards them, “Welcome to Cardiology. My name is Cho Chaewon and I’m the head nurse. I’m glad we have new faces.”

“I know the most here so any questions, ask me.”

Y/N turned her head to see a tan man with black glasses. He was chubby but it was like a teddy bear, he would give the best hugs, “My name is Min Minho.”

“My name is Lee Sonia.”

Aria bowed at the nurses and Y/N glanced at her. She bowed her head alongside Aria hoping she didn’t embarrass herself, “Thank you!”

When she stood back up, there were footsteps that echoed through the room. She turned her head and she saw Seokjin reading a paper on his clipboard. Everything around her went silent and she saw Seokjin. She saw him with a spotlight and his smile that she remembered. She clenched her chest gently as he left her sight. Minho glanced at her and smirked. He leaned towards Y/N, “Are you staring at the devil?”

“Eh? Devil?”

Sonia nodded her head with a frown, “He’s so handsome but he’s so ruthless.”

Y/N shook her head and glanced at Seokjin, “That can’t be...he was so nice to me that day.”

“WHAT!? Nice!?”

She jumped at the sudden yell and nodded her head at Minho, “Yeah...when I was eighteen I met him. He was kind to me.”

Minho shook his head with a chuckle, “Maybe you hit your head and assumed it was him being nice.”

Chaewon sighed and shook her head, “Now, Y/N and Aria...You guys will be heading to a lecture by the head doctor. After that, just make your way back to us and we’ll discuss teams.”

Going down the hallway felt surreal. Y/N overheard conversations that she read in her textbook, it was exciting. She continued to make her way but at the end of the hall, she saw Seokjin. He was talking to another doctor and she couldn’t help but smile. She made her way to him and watched the other doctor leave. This is my chance....

She stood in front of Seokjin and smiled at him, “Doctor Kim, I’m so excited to work with you. It’s nice to meet you again.”

The look he was giving, she couldn’t understand and she tilted her head, “Who are you?”

She blinked her eyes a couple of times and felt flustered, “I’m L/N Y/N...I met you five years ago and we helped save an older woman together....”

He raised her eyebrow and he continued to stare at her, “I have things to do...rookie, keep to yourself. No one likes to hear unwanted memories.”

Her mouth dropped and she stared at him with a shocked face, This can’t be the same person I fell in love with... “Huh?”

“Talking about the past or other stuff is a waste.”

She continued to stare at him with a shocked face and he looked back at her with an annoyed look, “Eh?”

“Get back to work, rookie.”

He walked away from her and she continued to stare at the absent spot. That can’t be him...he stole his identity. There’s no way that can-

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

She turned around and saw Jungkook looking at her with a concerned look. She pouted and shook her head, “I met an imposter.”

“What?”

“That can’t be Seokjin...The man I fell in love with. It’s the only logical reason.”

Jungkook nodded his head and let out a small laugh, “I’ll let you believe that.”

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°┊

“Nurse L/N and Nurse Park, let me introduce you to the doctors of this unit.”

Y/N was still in a confused daze after her encounter with Seokjin. Even during the introduction in the main hall she wasn’t really listening. Five years later she wanted to meet him and have something blossom. Now the only thing that is blossoming is pure confusion and shock. Two feelings you don’t want to feel in a hospital.

“This is Doctor Jung.” Y/N turned to see a handsome tan man that had a heart smile. He looks very kind or he could be an imposter...

“This is the head doctor, Doctor Kim Hyeon, and his son Kim Seokjin.”

She quickly looked away when she saw those stern brown eyes, he looks like he hates me. After a minute, she looked back to see him staring at her still. She hated this feeling. She embarrassed herself in front of him and now she has to work with him. It was a headache but she wasn’t going to give up. She wouldn’t give up on him.

“Y/N-”

“Yes.”

Chaewon raised her eyebrow and let out a small laugh, “You don’t even know what I’m going to ask you.”

Y/N softly said sorry and bowed her head at the older woman. Embarrass myself again, come on Y/N.

“Y/N, you will be on Doctor Kim’s team.”

Y/N looked between the father and son duo. She was hoping it was with his father, it would be easier for her. “Which one?”

“Obviously mine. Stupid.”

Her eyes widened and looked at Seokjin who was shaking his head at her. She bit her lip and rubbed her arm gently, “Right…sorry.”

Doctor Hyeon laughed at this and shook his head, “Y/N, I appreciate your enthusiasm. It makes me happy to see the new generation excited to help.”

Y/N smiled at this and it was the first time today she felt truly happy, “Always excited to help, Doctor.”

She heard a scoff and glanced at Seokjin who was rolling his eyes. She didn’t let this get to her because she was telling the truth. She wanted to help everyone and make people’s lives easier. It was her duty as a nurse now.

Chaewon put the clipboard on her desk and she clapped her hands, “Okay, now let’s head towards our teams and help our patients.”

“Yes!”

Y/N was following Seokjin at a distance. Down the hall, everyone was glancing at him and she realized that everybody has a crush on him. He was handsome and he was the top doctor here, what’s not to like? He opened the door to the main doctor's office and she bowed to the other doctors before catching up with Seokjin. She quickly sat in the chair next to him as she continued to look over the clipboard as the sound of keys echoed through the empty room. She couldn’t look up from the gray board and the words before her gave her comfort (even if it was a diagnosis).

Seokjin sighed and turned towards her, “Shouldn’t you be assisting me and not just sitting there?”

She swallowed some spit and looked at him with nervous eyes, “Well, Doctor, you didn’t give me any assignment...”

“You’ve been reading the same paper for thirty minutes, shouldn’t you know what your assignment is?”

“Huh?” She glanced down at the paper and re-read it. Her eyes widened and realized that it was telling her about a patient. She looked up at Seokjin who was smirking at her with a raised eyebrow, “Well?”

She stood up from her seat and bowed at him, “I’ll be going.”

He watched her leave and he couldn’t help but let a small laugh escape. Hoseok glanced at him with curiosity and leaned towards him, “Did you just laugh?”

Seokjin turned towards him and rolled his eyes, “Do you have the report I needed this morning?”

“O-Oh, don’t change the subject.”

Y/N walked into the room and the frown she once had was replaced. She quickly made her way to Jungkook who was helping a little girl, “Kook~!”

Jungkook turned around and smiled at her, “Y/N, how was the rest of the morning?”

She frowned and shook her head, “I’m on his team...I’m happy but also sad.”

“Don’t let him bother you. Why are you here?”

“Ah.” She showed him the clipboard and then looked around the ward, “I’m looking for Seo Jimin.”

“Ah, Jimin. She’s sleeping right now. She just had her blood drawn.”

Y/N nodded her head and looked down at the little girl, “Hello, what’s your name?”

“Kimmy.”

“Pleasure to meet you Kimmy, I’m Nurse L/N.”

Kimmy tilted her head and pointed towards her, “Idiot.”

“Eh?” Kimmy started laughing and she ran from them leaving Y/N with a shocked face. She looked towards Jungkook and frowned, “Did I piss someone off? Why is everything going wrong today?”

Jungkook patted her back gently and offered her a gentle smile, “It’s okay Y/N. Things will get better.”

“Better my ass...”

“Don’t swear. Kids can hear.”

“Sorry...Can you show me Seo Jimin’s room?”

They walked down the hall and she smiled as the kids laughed through the empty halls. It was different from the cardio halls. In those halls, it felt like she had to be serious and she saw Taehyung talking to a nurse with a clipboard. He looked like he had been doing this for years. She smiled at this and continued to follow Jungkook.

“This is Seo Jimin’s room.”

Y/N nodded her head and peeked her head through the curtains to see the eleven-year-old she read about. Jimin looked up and gave her a small wave, “Are you my new nurse?”

“Kind of, my name is Y/N. I’m from Doctor Kim’s office.”

“Jinnie? He’s the greatest, isn’t he?”

Y/N let out a small laugh and nodded her head I thought he was, “He is. You're my first patient.”

“What kind of tests are you doing for me?”

Y/N sat on the bed gently and shook her head, “I’m here to meet you.” She looked around and saw hamster stickers on her wall with a familiar K-pop group, “You like Red Velvet?”

Jimin's grin widened and nodded her head, “I love Yeri but Wendy is my bias.”

“Ah, good choice. Is that why you have the hamsters?”

“It makes me think of my room at home. It makes me smile.”

Y/N smiled at this and nodded her head, “Music is the greatest pleasure one can have. It makes you feel happy with a simple note. It’s amazing.”

“Y/N, I hope I get to see you more. I don’t get to talk about my music.”

“You can always talk to me. We can talk about Red Velvet, every minute of the day.”

Jimin laughed and looked at Jungkook, “Do you like Red Velvet?”

“I’ve heard of them.”

Jimin pouted and leaned towards Y/N, “He’s boring. I like you.”

At least you like me, “I like you too.” Y/N glanced down at her watch and then back at Jimin with a frown, “I have to go but don’t be afraid to push the button or call for Mr. Boring.”

“I can still hear you.”

“Okay Nurse Y/N.”

Y/N and Jungkook walked outside and walked towards the front desk of the pediatrician department. She sighed and glanced at Jungkook, “She had purplish lips...I read that she’s been having shortness of breath more frequently. Any news on that?”

“Doctor Yu says that they're waiting for a test result to see her oxygen levels...if it’s good then she can be discharged with medication but they don't think that's going to happen.”

“I saw her calendar...she has Friday circled for her discharge. I hope everything turns out for her.”

Y/N was making her way back to the Seokjin’s office but was stopped. She looked up to see Doctor Jung giving her a friendly smile, “Are you the one who is trying to defeat the devil?”

She tilted her head and she was confused, “Devil?”

“Yeah, Jin.”

“O-Oh, Doctor Seokjin...wait-defeat?”

Hoseok let out a laugh and nodded his head, “I think you're the one that can defeat him and I'll help you.”

“I-I don’t want to defeat anyone!?”

“I’ll help you with him. I’ve known him since we were kids, I’ll get him to like you back.”

Y/N’s eyes widened and she looked around her frantically, “Don’t say that so loud...wait you’ll help me? Why?”

Hoseok leaned forward with their foreheads almost touching. This caused Y/N to be stiff at the sudden action, “I want to see him happy. Let’s defeat the devil.”

Y/N smiled at this and nodded her head, “O-Okay.~”

Hoseok looked around and glanced at the vending machine, “You want a protein bar?”

“Oh, that sounds good. Is it chocolate?”

“I think so, let’s go see together.”

“Okay.”

There was a pair of annoyed eyes on her back and maybe if she saw the eyes, she would melt under the brown irises.

“Nurse Y/N?”

“Mmm?”

Y/N was drawing Jimin’s blood as she was making her usual rounds, “Do you think I’ll be able to leave this week?”

Y/N's brain stopped working for a second and she swallowed her spit. She glanced at Jimin and gave her a gentle smile, “Hopefully. Medicine will always be there for you, no matter what.”

“I want to see my council friends.”

Y/N brought the needle to the vial and smiled at Jimin, “You're on the council?”

“Yeah, I’m the student body president.”

“Wow, that’s amazing. That means you can handle responsibility.”

Jimin nodded her head and just then the curtains were pushed to see a group of younger kids. They all looked at Jimin with a star in their eyes and Y/N couldn’t help but feel her heart swelled. “Unnie! Can you read this for me?”

Jimin smiled and looked at Y/N, “They always come with the new books.”

Y/N glances at the book and smiles, “Reading about Spider-man. He really is amazing, right?”

“Yeah!”

Taehyung entered the room and waved at Y/N, “Yo.”

“Hey, you. How’s everything?”

Taehyung shrugged his shoulders and frowned at her, “I haven’t seen you much. I missed you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and let out a laugh. She stood up from her chair and picked up a little girl to sit next to Jimin. She rubbed the top of her head and walked towards Taehyung, “You never texted me back.”

“Y/N, you know I don’t have my phone.”

“But you have a laptop.”

“Be nice to me. I’ll make it up by buying you lunch.”

Y/N pursed her lips together and nodded her head, “I want crab.”

“Eh? It’s not in season though?”

“Then I guess you don’t want to make it up with me...”

Taehyung pouted and nodded his head, “Fine.”

“Nurse L/N is this what you do when I ask you to make your rounds?”

Y/N stiffened and looked behind Taehyung to see Seokjin glaring at her making her feel small. She bowed to him and as soon as she did, her papers slipped out of the folder and onto the ground. She closed her eyes and she already knew he was going to get mad at her. She slowly looked up and gave him a small smile, “Sorry...”

“Are you just going to look at me or pick up the papers?”

She nodded her head and picked up the papers in a rush. She pushed some hair back and handed him the folder, “This is the vitals for Choi Nari in room 782.”

“It’s room 781.”

She glanced down at her paper and then back at him with a sheepish smile, “Room 781...I just took Seo Jimin’s vitals.”

“Good job, you can draw blood. At least you can do that right.”

Seokjin walked past her and she frowned at this, so I messed up again. Taehyung shook his head and looked at Y/N with a disapproving look, “Out of all the men, you like him.”

She glared at Taehyung and then watched Seokjin talk to Jimin with the same softness he did when she was younger, “I like him because...because he’s the same person that was kind to me on that fateful day.”

“Idiot.”

“I heard you.”

“Nurse L/N are you going to help me or just keep talking?”

She bowed at Seokjin and then stuck her tongue at Taehyung, “Coming!”

Taehyung watched with a small smile on his face, “Idiot...

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Hoseok pointed at the cafe and smiled at Y/N, “Every morning, Jin gets a mocha with a chocolate croissant.”

Y/N glances at the cafe in the entrance of the hospital and then back at him with a shocked look, “He likes sweets?”

Hoseok laughed while nodding his head, “Shocking?”

“He’s the opposite of sweet...salty...no maybe sour.”

“But today is Friday. He gets a white chocolate croissant.”

“Wow, he has a strong sweet tooth.”

Hoseok and Y/N enter the cafe and the smell of coffee hits her nose. She scrunched her nose at the smell because she wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee but then the smell of fresh pastry came. She smiled and looked into the small window, “They have fresh muffins... oh, they have strawberries!?”

Hoseok laughed, “The strawberries are really good.”

“Doctor Jung?”

Y/N turned around and saw Aria looking at her with a frown. Y/N waved at her but when it wasn’t returned she slowly put her hand down. Y/N bowed at her and offered an awkward smile, “Good morning Aria.”

“Good morning Nurse L/N. Doctor Jung, are you just coming in?”

Hoseok turned towards her and nodded his head, “Yeah, would you like a coffee?”

Aria let a smile appear and she shook her head, “You don’t have to...I appreciate it though.”

“You should let me treat you after yesterday. You were the only one that caught her block artery.”

“I had you to help me...I should be saying thank you, Doctor Jung.”

“Give yourself credit.”

Y/N glanced between the two and she heard wedding bells. She smiled and looked at Hoseok, “Aria is amazing. She was always on top of the classes.”

Hoseok smiled at this and nodded his head, “I can see that. You're talented. I’m glad you're on my team.”

“Doctor Jung...”

Y/N looked past Aria and she rushed to the entrance, “Good morning Doctor Kim.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes and moved past her, “You're blocking the entrance.”

Y/N moved away and bit her lip, “Sorry...”

“Ah, Jin.”

Seokjin looked up and saw Hoseok with a smile on his face, “What?”

“I was ordering Y/N a muffin. Would you like a coffee?”

Seokjin glanced at Y/N and was already looking at him with a smile, “Muffin?”

“What was that?”

Seokjin let out a small cough and shook his head, “I said nothing. I want nothing.”

Seokjin went to the cashier and ordered his usual but he glanced at the strawberry muffin. He looked over his shoulder to see Y/N talking to Hoseok with a wide smile on her face. He looked back at the cashier and nodded his head, “The muffin too, please.”

“I had to give her a quick stitch with Doctor Yu.”

“Y/N, you learn on the fly. Good work.”

“Thank you, Doctor Jung.” Just then a brown paper hit her face and she let out a small hmph. She looked to the side and saw Seokjin holding the said bag that hit her, “Eh?”

“It's a muffin. Take it.”

She looked at the bag and then at him with a wide smile, “You bought me a muffin? Is this going to be our thing on Fridays?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes and looked at Hoseok, “Don’t you have a meeting with my dad?”

Hoseok glanced at his watch and cussed under his breath, “I’ll see you later Y/N.”

“Bye Doctor Jung.”

Y/N took the bag and looked at him with curious eyes, “What flavor?”

“Strawberry.”

“Really? I wanted to try these. Thank you, Doctor Kim.”

“Hurry up and eat that so we can get to work. No slacking today.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Don’t salute.”

Doctor Yu frowned and looked at Y/N, “Sadly Seo Jimin won’t be discharged.”

Y/N looked at her and then back at the papers, “Her oxygen levels...you don’t mean...”

“Yes, a heart transplant.”

Y/N stood in the office and glanced at Seokjin with a frown, “Isn’t she young for this?”

“Nurse L/N, if someone needs treatment then they need it.”

Y/N nodded her head and looked down at her shoes. She felt stupid for saying that and she got scolded again. How many times will she get scolded by Seokjin?

Hyeon looked at his son, “Now Jin. Behave. It was a good question. Y/N always asks good questions regarding patients.”

Y/N looked up and smiled at his father, “Doctor Kim...”

Seokjin rolled his eyes and glanced at his dad, “I’ll be going. I have to talk to Jimin’s mother.”

Y/N watched him walk out and frowned, “Mean.”

Hyeon let out a laugh and stood up from his desk, “Don’t worry about him.”

“Doctor Kim?”

“You're doing great. He’s harsher on you because he sees potential in you.”

Her eyes widened and it looked like she had stars in her eyes, “Really!? You think so!?”

Hyeon nodded his head and crossed his arms over his chest, “I know so.”

“All you do is talk, hurry up.”

Y/N turned around to see Seokjin standing there with an annoyed face. She bowed at him and nodded his head, “Sorry. I’m coming.” She turned towards Hyeon and bowed, “Bye Doctor Kim.”

Hyeon let out a small laugh, “Bye, Y/N.”

Hyeon watched them leave with a smile on his face. He glanced down at the picture of his wife and smiled, “I think she's good for him. What do you think, Yuri?”

Y/N followed Seokjin but she was looking down at her shoes. She felt like if she looked at his back then he would grow arms from his back and attack her. She was so focused on her white shoes that she walked into his back when he stopped. She looked up to be met with his disapproving look, “Sorry...”

Seokjin didn’t say anything but it quickly changed when he saw Jimin’s mom, “Mrs. Seo, thank you for coming by.”

Mrs. Seo gave him a smile and nodded her head, “I’ll do anything for Jimin. Will she be able to leave today?”

Seokjin frowned and shook his head, “That’s what I need to talk to you about. Let’s go talk in the hallway.”

Y/N bowed at Mrs. Seo and she glanced at Jimin who was soundly asleep. She smiled at this and took out a small plushie from her pocket. She placed the hamster right to her and she smiled when she saw her hug it.

“She’s been sleeping for almost the whole day.”

She turned around and saw Taehyung with a frown, “I heard....”

“She’s not getting discharged is she?”

Y/N shook her head and looked at Taehyung, “How was your day?”

“Jungkook forgot his lunch so I shared mine. I’m hungry.”

Y/N let out a small laugh, “You're always saving him.”

“I can save you but you won’t let me.”

Y/N glanced at Jimin and shrugged her shoulders, “I can take care of myself.”

“You would let Jim take care of you.”

She frowned at his tone and looked at him, “You always bring him up.”

“Because it's the truth. This weekend we're going to the crab place?”

“If that’s okay with you?”

“It's perfect for me.”

“Nurse Kim, Nurse L/N, let’s leave Jimin’s room. She needs rest.”

Y/N glances over Taehyung’s shoulder to see Seokjin glaring but not her. She followed his eyes to see him glaring at Taehyung. She frowned at this but didn’t say anything. She bowed at Taehyung and made her way to Seokjin, “Sorry Doctor Kim. I was checking her vitals.”

“Good. We need to check on Sakura in room 342. Tell me her condition.”

“Right.” She turned around and waved goodbye to Taehyung, “I’ll see you this weekend.”

“Nurse L/N, hurry up.”

“Sorry, coming!”

The walk to Sakura’s room was quiet and Y/N kept glancing at her shoes and his Seokjin’s back. Seokjin’s shoulders were so broad and she wondered what it would look like underneath or what he would look like with just his doctor's coat. Her mind started to wonder and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Y/N, would you like to treat me?”

“Nurse L/N, did you hear me?”

She shook her head and looked at him, “Eh?”

He sighed and looked at the paper, “Sakura is twenty-six, she’s been having breathing problems. Her heart rate has been slower than usual. We need to do an echo.”

Y/N nodded her head, “Echo?”

“Have you seen one?”

Y/N shook her head and he sighed, “Then I’ll show you.”

Being this close to Seokjin was a dream. He was showing her Sakura’s heart but the only thing she saw was hearts in her eyes. The way his hair fell to his forehead and his gentle voice when he talked to patients made everything lighter. It felt like clouds were around her and Cupid was shooting her heart.

“Okay Sakura, we’re done. We will tell you the results when we get them.”

“Thank you, Doctor Kim.”

The two walked out and Seokjin crossed his arms over his chest, “What were we looking at in the echo?”

Y/N stared at Seokjin and bit her lip, “The chambers...”

“And why is that?”

“To see fluid...”

Seokjin sighed and shook his head, “Can you be more confident Y/N?”

Her eyes widened and she looked at him with a smile, “You said Y/N?”

“Focus.”

“Can I call you Jin?”

“Focus.”

Y/N was at her desk when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and smiled, “Doctor Jung.”

“How's the devil?”

“Still the devil but he called me by name. I hope I can hear it one more time.”

Hoseok laughed and nodded his head, “You're going somewhere with him.”

“You think so?”

“Definitely. I was going to ask about Seo Jimin's vitals from earlier.”

Y/N nodded her head and started going through her papers. She started telling Hoseok but she was unaware of the familiar brown eyes on her. He looked between them and he couldn’t help but glare at Hoseok. He shook his head and made his way down the hall away from the scene.

“I was actually going to check on her...this isn’t easy. She was so excited to be discharged.”

Hoseok checked his watch and sighed, “It’s late. She should be sleeping but by all means you can pop in. It doesn’t hurt to check.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

Walking in the halls when it's night felt weird. There were fewer people which means it's quiet. The only sounds you can hear are the shoes on the tiles and the small conversations between the staff. Y/N walked down the hallway and when she was about to open Jimin's door, she noticed it was open. Her eyes widened and opened the door quietly. She took her phone out and shined the light to see Jimin’s bed empty, “Shit.”

Y/N ran out of the room but she bumped into someone, “I’m so sorry-”

“Y/N?”

She looked up and felt relieved, “Jungkook, you're just the person I needed. Seo Jimin is missing from her bed.”

The nurses were running around the hospital including Y/N. She was in the stairwell that led up to the roof and her eyes widened when she saw the familiar hamster stickers on the floor. She ran to the roof and slammed open the door. She saw Jimin crying on a bench with her knees to her chest. Y/N frowned and slowly walked to her, “Jimin...”

“Leave me alone.”

Y/N sat next to her and wrapped her arm over her shoulders, “Never...You're upset about the discharge, aren’t you?”

“I thought I was getting better. I was doing everything right but my body...it wouldn’t let me.”

Y/N frowned at this and gently rubbed her arm, “The body is stubborn sometimes. It matches our spirits. Remember, there's no rush in getting better. Take your time so you can be strong.”

Jimin glanced at Y/N with a frown and red eyes, “I don’t want to be broken anymore.”

“You're not broken. Don’t ever say that. You have so much love that your heart just couldn’t take it. Keep that love and positivity. I know it's hard but it will get through so much and it will get better.”

“Will you be with me?”

“Of course I will.” Y/N let her go and took off her cardigan to place over Jimin’s shoulder. She pushed some hair off of the younger girl’s forehead, “I’ll be with you okay. Every step.”

“I’m sorry I ran away...”

Y/N shook her head and looked up at the sky, “I get it. I would run away too. Look at all the stars shining.”

“I like the stars.”

“It’s pretty like you. Let’s get you back in bed before it becomes freezing.”

The two slowly walked down the stairs but they stopped when Seokjin and Taehyung came their way.

“Jimin!”

Jimin smiled at Taehyung and waved at him, “Tae, I’m sorry I ran away...I just needed a moment.”

Taehyung sighed and went to her level, “I’m just glad you're okay.”

Seokjin glanced at Y/N and noticed the goosebumps. He slipped off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders. Her face was in pure shock but he avoided her eyes, “You can’t get sick.”

He walked away as she stared at his back. She smiled to herself and brought his coat closer to her, “It smells so good.”

“Creep.”

“Shut up.”

When she was walking out of the hospital, her eyes landed on Seokjin who was waiting. She flattened out her clothes and walked towards him, “Goodnight Doctor Kim.”

“Wait.”

She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around to look at him, “Yes?”

“You're always ready to help. No matter what it is.”

“Doctor-”

“Just like that day. You rushed to help that older woman and you didn’t even question it. You're meant to help people.”

Y/N felt the heat rush to her face as she stared at him with a smile, “Seokjin...”

“You're meant to help people, even if you're annoying.” He walked away and Y/N was left alone standing in the middle of the entrance. She raised her hands to the sky like in a victory pose, “HE REMEMBERS ME!”

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It’s been three months since Y/N entered the hospital and it felt like a dream. Well, not a dream because of the sick patients but a dream because of Seokjin. Since that night, it felt like they were closer. He only insulted her three times a day instead of ten, that’s huge. Hoseok has been getting her muffins every Friday but then on Saturday Seokjin buys her tea and a breakfast sandwich. She was confused because she didn’t remember telling him her favorite tea or breakfast sandwich but she wasn’t going to fight him. It was a sign that he paid attention to her or someone told him. She wants it to be the latter.

“You want me to be your date for your brother's wedding?”

Taehyung nodded his head and took a sip of his tea, “Yeah, sorry.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I honestly didn’t think I needed one but my mom was pressuring me.”

Y/N sighed and leaned back in her chair, “I’ll do it but I want lobster.”

“You and your seafood. Fine.”

Y/N glanced at the exit and saw Seokjin leaving. Y/N stood up from the chair and downed her tea, “I’ll see you later.”

“Y-”

Taehyung watched her leave the lunch court and he frowned at himself. He looked down at his tea and shook his head, “Always the second choice.”

Y/N ran towards Seokjin and smiled, “Doctor Kim!”

Seokjin turned around and sent a glare her way, “Why are you following me?”

Y/N looked around and then gave him a confused look, “I always work with you...it’s been like that for three months.”

“Let’s go before I change my mind.”

Seokjin walked away and she pouted, “Why is he being mean?” She shrugged her shoulders and followed him to his office. She waved at Hyeon who waved back and she sat next to him. She started to go through the paperwork with him (strutting here and there). Hyeon watched from his desk and smiled to himself. He could tell from his son’s eyes that he was happy but he wanted him to figure it out. He just wished it was faster.

“Nurse L/N, did you check on Lee Sam in room 109?”

She flipped the papers through her clipboard and shook her head, “No...it says he’s under Hoseok.”

“You're going to work with Hoseok today.”

She raised her eyebrow and looked at him with a confused look, “Why? I like working with you...we work well together.” I also want to look at your face.

“I’m going to be in the office all day. You need more training.”

“I can train with you. I don’t mind.”

“Also, Nurse Kim...Make sure you do your work. Don’t talk to him that much.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and slowly nodded her head, “Okay? I’ll be going...bye?”

She left the office and Jin sighed to himself, “Dad the more you stare, the more annoying it gets.”

“I can’t help it. My son is jealous, it's a sight I neve thought I would see.”

“Shut up old man.”

Hoseok handed Y/N her clipboard and let out a laugh, “You really have no idea why Jin sent you to me?”

Y/N shook her head and closed the curtains, “He said it's because I need more training. What other reason would it be?”

Hoseok sighed and shook his head, “You're so smart but also so stupid.”

“Eh! What did I do!?”

That night, Y/N was walking down to her favorite ramen restaurant and she was shocked to see him sitting in the middle. She pushed some hair back and sat next to him, “How was the office work?”

Seokjin put down his chopsticks and shrugged his shoulders, “It was office work.”

She nodded her head and glanced down at his bowl, “You just eat the noodles and juice?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You need the toppings. They have the best fried shrimp, it tastes so good with the broth.” Seokjin turned towards her and she was caught off guard with his look, “Is everything okay?”

“You can stare at me all the time but I can’t do the same?”

“Eh? I don’t stare...I admire...that isn’t any better...”

He let out a small laugh and turned back to his ramen, “Order something. I’ll pay for it.”

She gasped and put her hands over her mouth, “Like a date?”

“It’s whatever you want it to be.”

She choked on her spit and he turned towards her, “Do I have to do mouth to mouth?”

Y/N choked again but this time she met with his smirk. That dinner was the best dinner Y/N ever had and it was because she felt seen by him for once. She wasn’t the clumsy nurse that always stuttered. She was her true self with him tonight. And she got fried shrimp.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°┊

“Tae, this wedding is so long.”

“Y/N, it’s a wedding.”

“So...”

She sat next to him at the reception and of course, she knew no one. The wedding was cute with the bride's dress being beaded from top to bottom. Sometimes she forgets Taehyung’s family was rich. She glanced down at her chicken and ate a piece as Taehyng talked to his uncle. She looked up to take a sip of her champagne but choked when she saw Seokjin casually talking to the bride. She turned towards Taehyung and slapped his arm, “What the fuck?”

“Ow, what?”

She pointed towards Seokjin and then looked at Taehyung, “Why is he here?”

Taehyung followed her finger and raised his eyebrow, “What a small world?”

She wiped her mouth and stood up, “I have to talk to him.”

“You don’t have to. You want to, there’s a difference”

“No, I have to talk to him because I’m in this pretty dress and I have make-up on. He’s never seen that before.”

“Go for it, I can’t stop you anyways.”

She nodded her head and she rushed towards him leaving Taehyung behind. He sighed to himself and took a sip of his whiskey, “I shouldn’t be shocked but...here I am.”

Y/N pushed her hair and felt the confidence coming from within, this was her moment, “Seokjin?”

Seokjin stopped talking to the bride and turned towards her, “Ah, Y/N. I wasn’t expecting you here.”

“Eh? I told you tho-”

“I wasn’t expecting you.”

She slowly nodded her head and she turned towards the bride, “I’m going to borrow him real quick.”

Y/N took his wrist and headed out of the ballroom with butterflies in her stomach. When they were in a secluded area she let go of his wrist and leaned against the wall with a nervous look. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow and loosened up his tie, “Is everything okay?”

“No...I can’t hold it back anymore.”

“Mmm?”

“Kim Seokjin, I like you.”

“I know.”

Y/N stared at him and mouth dropped, “What?”

Seokjin leaned forward and pinned her against the wall with a smirk, “I know you like me.”

“How?”

He gave her a “Are you serious look?” but quickly wiped it off, “I know.”

“And you didn’t say anything? Why?”

He leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on her lips making her eyes wide. When he leaned away he placed his forehead against hers, “I was waiting for the right moment.”

“Ri-Right moment? Was this the right moment? I thought the right moment was-”

“Y/N, I liked you the moment we met. When we saved our first patient together.”

“Really?”

Seokjin let out a small laugh and leaned forward placing a kiss on her nose, “I loved you for all this time. Every day you give me a reason to be my best self. I want to be a better doctor because of you. You always want to help and solve everything, how could I not love you?”

“Yo-You love me?”

“I do, I really do.”

“Holy shit.”

He leaned away and smiled, “Well, do you-”

“I love you...sorry, you didn’t finish your sentence.”

“I have a room in this hotel...do you want to go up?”

“Yeah....Yeah, I do.”

There were moments when Y/N couldn’t believe stuff. Like when she was five, she couldn’t believe that she saw a double rainbow. At this moment, she couldn’t believe she was going to Seokjin’s hotel room. The man that she’s been in love with since she was eighteen, loves her. He loves her like the way she loves him. What more can she want?

When the door closed, she stared at him with wide doe eyes that made Seokjin want to die. He walked towards her and gently touched her cheek with his thumb, “I love you...I wish I was more romantic but I would go to the ends of the earth to show you. Roses can’t even express how I love you but they can try. Y/N, you are my person. I love everything about you...even when you ramble.”

She felt tears well up in her eyes as she looked at him, “I wish I had that on my phone...it would be your new ringtone.”

He laughed and leaned forward without their lips, “No need for that, I’ll tell you every day for the rest of your life.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

The light of the hotel room illuminated their faces perfectly. The space between them was enough to create a silhouette. They leaned forward and her eyes gave him the answer he needed. Their lips gently touched, making them one under the light. Her arms slowly moved up and wrapped around his neck as he went around her waist. There was no space, no light was going to escape between them on this night.

“Ji-Jin!” She gasped as Jin inserted a second finger inside, pumping it as fast as he could. She bit her lip harshly trying not to bother the poor people next door, “You don’t have to be quiet.”

“Jin, there are people-”

“I rented out the rooms around me so I don’t have to deal with loudness.”

“Wow, that was really hot to hear actually.”

His fingers curled inside of her and it was gently touching her most sensitive spot that made her buck her hips. He pressed his palm to her clit as his fingers continued to move in her, “So good for me.”

“On-Only for you.”

After the intense orgasm, she glanced at him with a needy look, “Do you have a condom?”

“Of course I do.”

“Take off the rest of your clothes. It's not fair I’m naked and you're not.”

“Your wish is my command.”

When Jin comes back, the kiss turns from innocent with pure love to sloppy and needy. He gently pushes her up to have her lay on the pillows as he kisses down her neck. He placed a kiss on top of her breast and looked up, “I would eat you out but I can’t wait any longer. Next time I’ll do it.”

“Ne-Next time?”

“Of course, there will be next time. This pussy will only crave for me after I’m done.”

He rolled the condom onto his dick and looked up at her with a smile. She returned the smile and nodded her head, “I trust you.”

He kissed her neck and with a needy moan, she arched her back pressing her body closer to his. She could feel the heat from him and it was only turning her on more. Seokjin positions himself between her legs, his tip teasing her entrance. The waiting was killing her and she kept looking at him with pleading eyes. He begins to enter but once he is halfway, he pulls out causing her to moan out. He smirked at the reaction and stuck himself back in but fully this time.

He let out a groan as he looked at her face, “I love you.”

“I-I love you more.”

With each thrust, the love that they were both holding back was flooding up the room. The sounds of moans and wet slaps of their bodies coming together echoed. His movements became more urgent with each passing second, “You’re so...fuck... perfect.”

Her cheeks flushed from all the love confession but she couldn’t help but feel so blessed in this moment. He gently pushed the hair out of her face as she brought her thumb over his lips, a gentle touch to tell him what her heart wanted to say. His cock continued to pound into her g-spot and each thrust was sending her pure pleasure through her body.

“Let go, baby.”

She leaned forward placing a kiss on his lips when she felt the intensity coming over her. When she leaned away she felt like there was no air left in her body. Her body felt numb against his but she didn’t want this to end anytime soon. His voice was strained with the pleasure he was feeling, the clenching sensation was making him stutter.

“Cumming.”

She clenched her pussy around him harder and this was his breaking point. She was overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure as his head fell into her chest. The gasping of air filled the room as they stayed still in this moment. He slowly looked up and kissed her forehead with a soft smile, “My cure...”

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yrbladie · 9 months

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♡ ﾟ˖ ॱ ▎THE WAY THEY HOLD YOU IN THEIR HEART PT3ㅤ𝅄 🌿 ꒱

˖ ࣪ thoma, kaveh, tighnari, zhongli, kazuha

warnings ：maybe a bit out of character in some parts, gn!reader, established relationships, implied marriage and actual marriage mention (zhongli), there may be some repeated words since I'm not a fluent writer, fluff, slight angst (kaveh, zhongli) and mentions of death at the end of zhongli's piece

ㅤThoma is the kindest person you have ever met in your life, one that loves so deeply and wholeheartedly with everything he has. You can trust in his words when he tells you he loves you, when he pushes your hair back and kisses at your temples so lovingly, his smile shining more than the sun itself during summer days in Inazuma.

ㅤAnd everyone knows not to doubt his words when he says that he's thinking about you when he gets distracted, looking at an empty space while doing his cleaning duty around the Kamisato estate.

ㅤAll that is on his mind while away from you are the ways he can treat you better than the day before. What he can cook for dinner or what would you like for a gift next time.

ㅤFalling in love with him felt natural, just as breathing was, it was the easiest thing to do and you never once feared to tell him about it. It was like two pieces made to be side by side in the giant puzzle everyone called life.

ㅤYou know that even with all the wrong things that can happen, you both will still fall into each other's arms again, and that in the depths of your hearts, love will always flow, like the gentlestest or rivers.

ㅤEven when life is full of imperfections, like a mirror that is always full of dust particles no matter how hard you try to clean, when you can't feel satisfied with how things are, when you're tired and at your worst and life doesn't feel the same, where words can cut, intentionally or not, and when you are filled with guilt and regret, you know Thoma will still hold your hand.

ㅤHe understands every single little change in your expression, and the specific ways your eyes shift and change. And he'll still love you through it all, just as a mountain can withstand the forces of the wind, rain and waves, he'll be loyal and stand with you through it all.

ㅤIt is a kind of love that can't be described with no other word than unconditional. The type of love that brings peace.

ㅤ It's the type of love that one day makes you sit and wonder about how time has passed so quickly, how years have already gone by and none of you noticed. With every matching smile, each holiday spent together, each family member you introduced to him, and how the Kamisato siblings treat you like family. The hugs that fit perfectly, the laughter that never ends, the dogs and cats you both adopted together.

ㅤYou know things haven't always been perfect all the time, and you both will keep making mistakes, but you also love the mistakes altogether, when you and Thoma learn together how to do better, when you both learn to apologize.

ㅤYou will stand by his side, just as he stood by yours, you will praise him each time he manages to convince a specifically stubborn salesman, and when he stands by the Kamisato family side.

ㅤAnd you'll love him even more when he does the same to you. He'll never allow your worth to be determined by anyone else other than yourself. And if you don't see yourself worthy, he's willing to give you his eyes, if only you could see yourself the way he sees you, maybe you would love what you see in the mirror one day too.

ㅤAnd if that is too much, then that's okay too, Thoma will just keep telling you every single day about how much he loves you.

ㅤThere is no reason to thank him, he doesn't need anything glamorous, just tell him that you love him too, for that your love is more than enough.

ㅤYou have always known that Kaveh isn't someone that easily accepts love and care without constantly trying to repay back. You know by the way every time you do something for him, his eyes seem to hold some kind of guilt and he tries twice as hard to please you for the entire day.

ㅤAt first, you would simply tell him that you did everything because you loved him and there was no reason for him to repay you in any manner, although that didn't really had any effect on his behavior and Kaveh kept going above and beyond to make you happy.

ㅤOf course you appreciated his gifts and his love for you, he was trying so hard after all. But you didn't wish for anything that cost his mental health. You could very well see how tired he seemed every time you went to visit, before he quickly put on his usual smile for you.

ㅤTo see the way he was treated and the way his work would go underappreciated made you seethe in anger. It was like a stab in your own heart when you found him in the tavern drinking his tears away after a specially rough and long day.

ㅤOn one of these days, after he was sober once again, you sat by his side. You sat while Kaveh told you everything about his parents, about his mother that was now happy far away from him, and about his father, who had left too early.

ㅤAll you could tell him was "It must have been hard for you".

ㅤYou hugged him while he cried in your arms that day, staining your clothes with his tears, but you didn't mind it at all.

ㅤFor the first time in a while, instead of feeling sorry for him and pitying him, or telling him that at least his mother was still alive and that he should be more grateful, someone finally saw through his sweet smiles and gazed upon the abyss he felt in his chest.

ㅤYou knew that no words would ever be enough to fill that void completely, but at least you could be by his side while he did the same for you.

ㅤWith you he finally felt worthy of love and care. Kaveh had no need to prove himself worthy of your love. And now, instead of filling you with gifts and praise out of desperation to keep you by his side, he did those out of gratitude. That you stayed beside him.

ㅤHe knows it'll be hard, but he hopes to one day be able to show you that your care truly helped him change to something better. In your perpetual presence he felt stronger and more capable than ever.

ㅤAnd you would tell him constantly, "We are worthy of love not because of the things we are good at, but because we are precious living beings. Even if you don't reach the perfection that the world demands, your mere existence already has value and is worthy of love", and Kaveh felt like for the first time he could understand that.

ㅤKaveh knew you both had your differences. You, a writer, and he a painter. But you both compliment each other well, through the sights you wrote about and the stories he painted. In the way you looked at his paintings with amazement in your eyes and the way he read your stories with excitement.

ㅤAl Haitham too was more than tired to hear you both talk about each other's works, words filled with compliments. You were more alike than the two of you thought.

ㅤThe ephemerality of life that Kaveh learned as a child was a great lesson, and forgetting that was a mistake he would never make again, now he would always hold your hand and have confidence in this love, no matter how much time it takes away from his schedule or how much it hurts sometimes.

ㅤYou were the truth he found beyond the ephemerality, the North to the compass that points to the meaning of life. And he would never lose that again.

ㅤTighnari was the sweet kind of lover that whenever he can't attend something you both had planned together, he apologizes by sending you a bouquet of flowers he picked himself beforehand.

ㅤHe was also very keen on the fact that it takes two to put in work for a relationship to prosper. So the both of you would always have a special dinner night, with all your favorite snacks where the two of you could discuss anything that you felt was not working out, or that made you feel stressed over the week. Concerning the relationship or not, everything mattered and nothing would be considered ridiculous.

ㅤIt was something he himself had come up with one day, when you both were stressed and almost snapped at each other for something that he knew afterwards would feel so silly. Because he didn't want to lose you so easily like that, for something that could be solved with a conversation.

ㅤThat was the way he showed he truly cared.

ㅤAnd none of you were chasing for something when you found each other. It was simply like two pieces finally falling into place, like finding something that you didn't even know you had wanted all this time.

ㅤYou both were like two individual pieces that compliment each other very well, although you were already very much completed without each other. It was the kind of old love you thought only existed between old couples in theater pieces, the kind that had already been together for years.

ㅤLife was still a bit sweeter with him, and you wondered if it was okay the way things were. If it was common that your heart, instead of racing at the sight of him, calmed down. And instead of not being able to see anything but him, he was like the finishing bit to a beautiful canvas that made up the scenery.

ㅤHe wasn't the calm to the storm, but your lighthouse during it, the one that slowly guided you to a safe space until the storm passed on its own.

ㅤLoving calmly like that felt out of place, but also perfectly fitting. Tighnari encouraged you to be your best self just as much as you encouraged him to feel his best.

ㅤMost of all, it hadn't been love at first sight, like many hoped and expected, it was slow with the building of trust, it was peaceful, kind and patient. It was in the balance the two of you found together that love had blossomed.

ㅤFor Tighnari it felt that it was much of a cliché to say he loved how your smile was special and that you were you unique in the ordinary, and that he trusted you with his life. But as mundane as loving could be, he knew that finding you was like a cosmic event. One in a million, billion, trillion.

ㅤThe simplest of things that made love persevere, with no 'what-ifs' or pressure to be together, without thinking twice, no comparisons and not asking for anything in return. Just pure, unshakable conviction that this relationship was worth everything.

ㅤIt was much like that, in the quiet moments where all the two of you could hear was each other's breathing, that Tighnari loved you the deepest.

ㅤZhongli's love showed in the way he listened to everything you talked about like you were the only one in the entire world, and looked into your eyes like his soul was trying to communicate with yours, and in way the two of you danced together like it was your last day in this reality.

ㅤ It's by the little things Zhongli knows he'll love you. The warmth of the sun on your shared bed, your kindness to strangers, watching the leaves and the birds singing together, watching the peaceful waves on the dock, in the way your cheeks blush when he puts a flower behind your ear or the way you always point to random clouds that look like animals. Also the way you can never stop talking about your favorite book, and the days that are too good to be true and the nights you wish would last forever.

ㅤIt's just the little things that make his lonely heart realize that these things were always far more important than anything else. That your simple presence could say a thousand words in silence.

ㅤZhongli is the type of person that will whisper to you during the nights where you both spend awake, reading books together, that he loves you more than anything, that he loves you more than yesterday and that you are the starting point of his heart every morning. And you know that he means every single word he mutters to your skin like a promise.

ㅤThese promises he makes, about forever loving you, the vows he speaks about often, that he'll always respect all your wishes, and the contract you both signed on the day you got married to always be at each other's side, during not only the good and happy times but also the hard and sorrowful ones.

ㅤZhongli will always put you at the top of his list, no matter what. Your birthday, and every single other day of importance to both of you is engraved in his mind and he'll make time out of his schedule to be present on every single one of them.

ㅤWhen Hu Tao jokingly calls him a fool for you, his only reply is a quiet "Perhaps I am indeed a fool", while gently smiling. For you, it didn't matter.

ㅤLove had always seemed so ephemeral in his eyes, easily slipping out of his hands and heart. But it was on this fragility that he found eternity. Like an aurora that was quick to pass, but the beauty still lingered after it was gone.

ㅤZhongli knew with his everything, that even if the denouement of this story the two of you created arrived quicker than expected, he would never forget the euphoria he felt while being at your side and he would forever be grateful.

ㅤHe was yours until your last breath, and even after that a piece of his heart would always belong to you. He hopes that at the end of the labyrinth, he can hear the lullaby of your laughter again and be able to share another life together.

ㅤEven if the melancholy of loss overtook him once again, Zhongli knew that remembering your smile would forever clear the path.

ㅤAnd in the stars, he would be able to see your eyes once more.

ㅤKazuha is a traveler who cherishes the untamed embrace of the wind. His heart finding solace in the freedom of endless horizons. When he met you, whose spirit mirrored the wild dance of the breeze he was simply enamored.

ㅤThe poetry your existence brought to him, and the way your laughter seemed to echo like the breeze, and the way your eyes shone with such depth that he hadn't seen in any of his travels.

ㅤAt first Kazuha had hesitated to linger, the weight of attachment was a heavy one. Yet, with each shared sunset and whispered secrets, a subtle warmth grew within him, and he discovered a new kind of freedom in your presence.

ㅤAs seasons changed, so did his perspective. You became his anchor, a haven in the storm of uncertainties. He found joy not only in the gusts that tousled his hair but also in the quiet moments shared within the walls of a home. Though he had lost much along his journey, your love became a constant, a beacon of unwavering hope.

ㅤThrough tales of yesteryears and dreams woven together, Kazuha learned that love could be both liberating and grounding. In your eyes, he found a promise that transcended the ephemeral nature of his travels. With you by his side, he realized that the freedom he sought wasn't just in the vast landscapes but also in the intimate spaces where two hearts beat as one.

ㅤAnd each time Kazuha saw you from afar, waiting for him in the port, holding an umbrella. It was like he had finally found the purpose in his life. It was a feeling that made his chest warm up, and on his tongue stories and poetry about you were created.

ㅤEvery time he came back after an especially long journey, he showed you his notebook, filled with haikus about you. Words filled with wonder about his travels but with every sighting that reminded him of your smile and the way the winds called him back to you.

ㅤHe realized that everything he wanted was already within arms length and there was nothing else he could wish for.

ㅤKazuha would love you by the way you laid by his side on the grass, complaining about the dirt but still loving the sight of the stars. In the way you would softly sing to him in response to his whistling. And especially the way that you always encouraged him to go see the sights of the world, until there was nothing else to see anymore. Because you trusted him to always come back.

ㅤHe loved the way you giggled to his cheeky side and would entertain him, going along to whatever plan he had in his sleeve this time.

ㅤWhether you're wandering the world like him or not, know that he would go beyond the impossible to reach you, to be with you and to feel the warmth of your love.

ㅤAnd one day when he grows tired of his travels, know that he'll always go back to you, for one last time, and finally settle down with you, wherever you choose, and he'll never leave again. His presence will be unwavering, much like his love has always been.

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- don't copy or plagiarize, all the content here belongs to me ♡

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x gn!reader #thoma x reader #kaveh x reader #tighnari x reader #zhongli x reader #kazuha x reader

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galactic-magick · 7 months

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Nights Like This: Viktor x Reader

Summary: You and Viktor get ready for bed together.

Warnings: none

Author's Note: Obsessed with Viktor and Arcane in general rn so I wrote this tooth-rotting fluff fic. Enjoy <3

Viktor looks so serene, sitting there like that. Invested in his book, the dim light of the lamps in the living room reflecting on his skin like gold. He’s so beautiful, and you never tire of seeing his face no matter how long you’ve been together. You’ve memorized every mark, every scar, every crease. He’s your everything.

You don’t realize how long you’ve been in the doorway staring at him until he glances up and smiles his cheeky grin he reserves only for you.

“Care to join me?”

You nod, a huge smile stretching across your face as you rush over and snuggle into his side. You kiss his jaw and rest your head on his shoulder.

“How was your shower, darling?” Viktor asks, wrapping one arm around you and transferring his book to the other.

“Good. You going to be up much longer?”

“No,” he closes his book and sets it on the side table. “Just waiting for you, love.”

You give him one last squeeze and kiss before standing up, offering him your hand. He takes it, leaning on you for support as you both walk to the bedroom. Viktor would never let anyone else be his crutch, but he appreciates the closeness.

You rummage through the bathroom drawer while Viktor gets undressed, grabbing a bottle, towels, and soap. You then join him on the bed and help him take his back and leg braces off. Despite all the buckles and locks, the process is quite quick from the practice. Even though Viktor constantly told you that you don’t have to do this every night, you insisted on it so much that he doesn’t try to stop you anymore. You do this because you love him, not out of a feeling of obligation.

Opening the bottle of pain potion, you pour some into your palms and begin massaging it onto his back, handing him the bottle afterwards so he can use it on his leg. It’s a far from perfect fix, but it usually soothes the aching enough to help him fall asleep. He sighs in relief once you’ve spread it around and massaged every inch of his skin, leaning back onto you, his head colliding with your shoulder. You wrap your limbs around him and pull him in until there’s no space between you, kissing his temple.

“You’re too good to me, love,” he says softly.

“I’m good as you deserve, darling,” you assure him, moving up a hand to tangle your fingers through his soft hair. He hums at your touch, sinking further into your embrace.

“Hang on,” you say, gently pushing him away. You grab his braces and wipe them down with the soap and wet towels, then hang them up to dry overnight. You also turn off the lights in the room before returning to the bedside.

Viktor looks up at you in adoration, still failing to understand how someone could do so much for him without a second thought. Your love for him is constantly pouring out of you like an overflowing fountain, and he knows he’s powerless to stop it, not that he’d ever try. It’s taken him a long time to accept this type of love as his reality, the kind that’s unconditional and unwavering, but he finally has. He’s allowed his heart to be calm with you, be trusting.

You will always be the vision of perfection in Viktor’s eyes, the person no other living being could live up to in tranquility, character, and allure. He could never tire of listening to you or looking at you. You make him feel like the person so many others in his life told him he could never be.

You stand between his legs as he sits on the edge of the bed, returning your fingers to his hair. His hands desperately cling to your hips, pulling you closer until his face is nuzzling your stomach. He looks up at you, melting under your soft gaze.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too,” you smile warmly, caressing his face a bit before sitting next to him.

You pull off the covers and wiggle under them, gently pulling on his arm for him to join you. He follows suit, instantly cuddling you close. He presses kisses to your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and finally locks your lips. When he can’t find the words to describe just how much you mean to him, he puts everything into his soft, affectionate touches. You understand every phrase, every sentence he says with each stroke of his hands on you, lulling you into peace and relaxation.

“Viktor…” your eyes are barely open, but you don’t want to stop looking at his handsome face. You brush a hand across his cheek.

“Shh, darling, you’ve more than earned your sleep,” he guides your head to his chest, feeling your breath on his bare skin.

Viktor is never the first to fall asleep, but he’s never minded that. He watches as your eyes shut and you mindlessly snuggle him in your slumber. He will never take nights like this for granted, nor you or your love.

He kisses the top of your head one last time before succumbing to his own fatigue.

“Goodnight, my love.”

#arcane viktor x reader #machine herald x reader #arcane x reader #arcane #arcane viktor

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theabysss · 1 year

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I love you

pairing: sagau!Zhongli x Reader

summary: Every weekend you and Zhongli have a tea party in a secluded corner of Liyue, in one of these meetings you confess your feelings to him.

content: just fluff

word count: 950

It's time for my exams, so I don't know when I'll write something else, but I'll try to find the time. And for some reason I decided to get sick, very timely yeah. In any case, enjoy reading. (≧◡≦)

Today, for tea drinking, you and Zhongli chose a gazebo on Qingyun Peak. The view from above was simply wonderful, and the cool breeze was pleasantly refreshing on this hot day. You gladly took a sip of Zhongli brewed tea and said to him quite calmly without a drop of excitement.

"I love you."

In the next second, Zhongli opens his eyes in disbelief and fixes his gaze on your face. It couldn't be true, could it? There was not a single chance for this. Surely erosion was to blame for this auditory hallucination. It simply replaced your words with those that in the depths of his heart he most wanted to hear from you.

Zhongli returns the mug of tea to the table with a slightly trembling hand, and it clinks on the saucer.

"Your Grace?" He confusedly calls you by title, trying to hide the trembling in his voice.

"What do you...?" Zhongli falls silent, not daring to speak.

You smile brightly and repeat, "I love you. I love you more than all the sunrises and sunsets that I have seen more than any of my creations."

Zhongli feels like he suddenly ran out of oxygen in his lungs. He looks at you with a helpless expression. His eyes are wide open and his lips are trembling as he tries to find at least some words to answer you.

"Even before the moment I descended into Teyvat in physical form. When I only re-learned this world through the eyes of a traveler, even then I liked you."

You don't give Zhongli time to put in even a word and just keep saying, "I've always enjoyed listening to your speeches through traveler. I liked your character, your voice, your mannerisms. Everything about you fascinated me, I always wanted to know you more, everything about your past, about the pain and joys that you experienced. A month has passed since my arrival in Teyvat and these days were wonderful. This world is beautiful and rich in a variety of treasures - people, nature, the creatures that inhabit it. But for me, the most important treasure of all Teyvat is you."

You lean across the table and gently place your hand on Zhongli's cheek.

"Would you like to receive my love, my precious dragon?"

Cheekbones, cheeks Zhongli are covered with a gently golden hue. It seems to him that he is seeing the most magical and incredible dream of his life. But your hand on his cheek is all too real and he can smell the glaze lilies left on your hands from the flowers he brought to tea tonight. A hot scorching sun ignites inside him and heat disperses through every cell of his body.

Zhongli looks into your eyes and sees love - sweet, tender like silk flower. How could he refuse you, you were his everything and he also loved you. He loved you much more than a simple follower should have, no matter how faithful he was. Every time you looked at him, every word you said to him, made butterflies dance in his stomach.

Zhongli shows courage and puts his hand over yours on his cheek, regretting for a second that he was wearing gloves and couldn't feel the softness of your skin. He looks straight into your eyes and you see tiny golden sparks flashing in his pupils. His gaze burns with unconditional love, warmth, tenderness, hope.

"If you consider me worthy of such an honor as your love Your Grace, let me be impudent and accept this precious gift. I promise you will not regret an ounce of your feelings for me."

In response, you lean towards Zhongli and give him a gentle short kiss, just a touch of your lips. But even this short touch sends a wave of goosebumps all over his body. He wants to close his eyes and enjoy this feeling to capture this moment in his memory, the phantom feeling of your lips on his, but he does not take his eyes off you, does not want to stop watching your gentle smile and how your eyes sparkle.

Pleasure fills him and Zhongli involuntarily makes a short rumbling sound. You giggle at this and smile teasingly.

"So dragons can purr?"

Zhongli feels the heat from his face transfer to his neck and smiles embarrassedly.

"When dragons are happy, they can actually make sounds like purring cats."

"That's it, then later I'll have to definitely check how loud you can purr," You smile teasingly. "And by the way, call me by my name, please, you have every right to do so."

Zhongli hesitates, whether he was really worthy of this honor, but you said that you love him. He felt dizzy just thinking about it. Finally your name escapes his lips. It spreads sweetly over his tongue and sounds like a symphony in his ears.

"Yes, that's right, now always call me by my name. From now until the end of time, you and I are lovers." You smile happily.

"Is this a contract, Your Grace?" Noticing your judgmental look when he says your title, Zhongli quickly corrects himself and pronounces your name.

"What else would one expect from a god of contracts."

You think for a second and prop your chin like Zhongli usually does.

"Yes, this is a contract. A contract of mutual love, a promise to always support each other, share sorrows and joys. Do you agree to such conditions?"

"I accept the terms of this contract and promise to abide by every point for the rest of my life." Zhongli's voice is solemn and determined.

He gently takes your hand and kisses your knuckles, his eyes covered with long fluffy eyelashes are full of love, love so passionate that it would be enough for hundreds of thousands of mortals.

"I love you too."

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Chapter 5

Seasons

Matty Healy x f!reader A/N: And one day she uploaded the fifth chapter! I'm very happy to bring you guys this new chapter I had fun writing and editing...it's full of emotions but so am I. I also want to thank you all for patience and understanding while I'm going through this difficult time of my life, i really dont know where i will be without your unconditional love and support!! Please let me know what you think and what you expect for this tangled story <333 love you lots! Warnings: ANGST, anxiety, so many feelings...fluff, cuteness, surprises, typos. Word count: 8.2 K

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Few weeks later, LA

Matty felt the mild temperature on the air caressing his cheeks as he opened the door of his rented car at the airport. Denise and some of her friends were supposed to step out of the big doors in only minutes. Trying to be a good son, he offered himself without being asked. One because he wanted to see his mother and, two, because staying at home with Hann’s eyes following around all the time was driving the frontman insane. They had been going through a weird phase after the talk involving Matty’s feelings and problems. They were good but, at the same time, they weren’t. Just as Matty with Y/N. Why that kept happening to him? No clear answer.

While he waited, Matty walked around the rented car, his hood up and trying to wake up massaging his face harder than intended. He was trying to keep his mind at ease. He couldn’t think about his issues. Quickly, Matty’s hands reached quickly for his pack of cigarettes.

Matty deliberated a hundred of times if asking his mom about the situation would help, even though it was complicated. He would put her in a sketchy situation, and he was against it. At the same time, he knew very well –deep down– his mother would see through his eyes with her x-ray vision and say exactly what he had to do but was avoiding.

Matty didn’t feel ready.

He had to decide. To accept what was really going on with his feelings, say those out loud and risk a lot in the middle. Or keep the same behaviour, not only the one he maintained for the past months, for the past years. Either way, he’d continue hurting himself.

Lies -no matter how suited they could be- at the end are lies anyway. Denying feelings you have, don’t make them disappear…you only sweep them under the carpet and wait for them to explode in your face sooner or later.

The process of accepting is painful most of the time, but isn’t more painful to believe something that is not? Isn’t it worse to maintain a relationship that deep down you knew you don’t want?

Matty was protecting his heart. He was getting himself ready for the next part…for the inevitable.

After a couple of more minutes, the singer spotted his mother looking for him. At the same moment, his phone rang.

“’Ello?” he answered, throwing away the butt of his smoked cigarette.

“Hi Matty, where are you?” his mother asked. He gave her the directions, as he waved his free arm in the air. The whole group approached him. “Hi, love!” Denise greeted him, embracing him on a hug.

“Hi, mom.” Matty muttered, feeling the warmth of her arms. He didn’t realize how much he had needed that hug. “How was the flight?” the singer asked politely while greeting his mother’s friends.

“It was good.” one of them responded.

“Where are the others?” Denise asked.

“At the house, I volunteered to pick you up.”

“Aw, my son.” Denise took his face between her hands.

Matty laughed feeling the tight squeeze. “Mom, stop!” he moved away, feeling like he was a teenager all over again.

“Oh, shush!!” she protested making the rest laugh.

Shortly after, Matty and the group of women got on the car. He started driving, chatting a little with Denise’s friends and her mom. He made jokes, trying to be the nicest he could be.

“So, how’s the record going?” Denise inquired.

Matty didn’t give her much information, “Good, good.”

“You look tired.” she noticed.

“I am.”

“Are you sleeping well?”

“Mom!” Matty whined, stopping at a red light.

“What? I want to know if my son is alright.”

“I’m sleeping just right, okay?”

Denise scoffed. “What that even means?” her accent thickened warming Matty’s heart thinking about home.

“Oh god, I was missing you but…now I don’t know-” Matty teased her. He felt the urge to divert the attention.

“Excuse me, boy? First, I know you missed me- “

Matty smiled wide, “I did.”

“-and secondly, you can’t get fussy. I’m angry with you.” she folded her arms, emphasizing her sayings which was answered with a frown from Matty.

“What are you on about now?” Matty asked her.

“And you dare to ask!”

“Denise…” Matty warned her.

“Y/n? Ireland?“ Matty’s mother started counting, Matty’s face dropping. “Does that ring any bells?”

Matty scratched the back of his head. “No? I mean- Yes, she’s working over there.”

“Not that! I know that!” Denise shouted. “Well, I’ve already known that.”

Denise’s son turned for a split of a second, staring at her puzzled. “What else then?”

“She’s dating someone! Don’t fake like you don’t know…” she continued rambling, but Matty’s ears closed. His mind was foggy while he imagined Y/n and a boy with no face doing a ton of shit he couldn’t do with her.

“Like actually dating?” Matty’s voice came out strangled. He didn’t dare to look at her mother.

Denise hide her mouth behind her right hand, gasping, “Oh, you don’t know! She’s going to kill me!”

“Mom…”

“Do you remember Tom?” she exhaled.

“Tom?”

“Tom Blyth.”

“Yes, I do. I saw him at an even, I reckon? Not sure.” Matty’s mind desperately trying to remember how this Tom looked like.

“Well, they… I don’t know how much I can tell you. I shouldn’t say a thing.” Denise explained, worried. Y/n never told her not to tell, but still.

“Don’t worry, I knew she was dating someone.” Matty lied. Y/n told him about a boy she fancied, not this. Why didn’t she? They talked a week prior, why hide this?

“Oh, okay. I’m really happy for her.” Denise felt a wave of relief washing over her.

“Yeah, me too.” Matty said through gritted teeth.

“It’s lovely she’s dating someone! He sounds like a good lad.” Denise continued ranting, unaware of Matty’s emotions.

“Yes, it is.” Matty couldn’t say more. His heart was aching.

“Anyway, how’s Nadia?” his mother changed the topic.

“Ah?” Matty snapped out of his daydreaming. “Oh, Nadia- She- Yeah, she is alright. I guess, she’s in Italy right now.” Matty responded. Hoping his mother didn’t ask more. Luckily she didn’t.

Matty drove the group of women to the hotel they were going to stay at. He promised to come back later for dinner, and then he continued his driving.

His mind was nowhere to be found. His heart was hurt. Matty’s body was on pilot mode, he only wanted to arrive at the house and sleep. Just forget the news.

This Tom and Y/n? This new dude and his best friend? He couldn’t picture it. He didn’t want to. Why Y/n never said his name?

Matty was sure that the last conversation they had had was a fully sincerely one. He knew they didn’t talk about many important parts but…why she didn’t tell him?

…………………………………………

Hours later

Matty woke up suddenly. He sat on his bed, trying to calm his breathing. His heart beating so fast, he could perfectly sense it and hear it in his ears.

After dropping her mother at the hotel, he came back home to sleep for a couple of hours before leaving to set. His life was hectic right now. His mind was troubled. And now his body was showing it more than before. He had to decide sooner than later. This thing was going to drive him insane.

His mother told him a lot of information he hadn’t considered. In fact, he forgot about this guy Y/n talked about. Matty was so focused on his relationship with her. On his relationship with his girlfriend. With maintaining both alive and going. But in the end: one, he wasn’t fulfilling the task, and secondly, he was only focusing on him.

The guy, well, Tom…never was in the equation for him. He kept Y/n in a place, in his head, where she was single and no seeking for a relationship right now. Did she tell him that or he believed it? She did tell him about this guy she had a crush on…but Matty knew that Y/n never took the lead. Probably Tom made a move.

Matty ripped the blankets from his body, irritated.

He had to be happy for Y/n. He wanted to be happy. Matty couldn’t. He was more than screwed, he realized. The singer couldn’t say it out loud, not even to himself only. But he knew why this bothered him so much.

For a while he sat on his bed, running his hands –desperately– through his curls, trying to find the answer to his sorrows.

Nothing helpful came to mind, but his breathing settled a little. His mind kept running.

And then he remembered his dream.

He could picture it so vividly. It wasn’t fully a dream. It was more a memory with Y/n.

The dream took place months after they became friends. That time the rest of the gang wasn’t there, just Y/n and Matty. They had this kind of tradition, like a movie night but different. Instead of films they watched series. Sitcoms in particular. One of them picked two numbers, one for the episode and another for the season.

This time they were watching the office. They loved it. And Y/n particularly loved Pam and Jim’s relationship. Every time they appeared on the screen doing something remotely cute she screamed or remarked it for Matty in case he missed it.

He couldn’t care less about the episode. He was focused on her. How beautiful she got cheering for some random characters. Matty tried to look at her without her noticing. Y/n made him feel so many things back then.

“Omg, he’s going to propose. Matthew!!” Y/n screamed turning to look at him, and then again to the screen.

“He’s not.”

“He totally is!”

“You already know what happens!” Matty accused her, chuckling.

“Shh, I want to pretend that I don’t know.” the singer remembered how she snuggled closer to him. “Let…” she pointed a finger on his chest. “me…” again. “be, Healy.” Y/n looked up at his brown eyes, so close and yet so far. Matty’s heart was going to explode on his chest. He stayed there, just looking at Y/n. “Stop.” she looked away after a few minutes without a real reply from him.

“I’m not doing anything, darling.” he smiled.

“You are.”

“What am I doing?”

“Looking at me.”Y/n said, drawing patterns on his clothed chest around his heart where his tattoo was imprinted. The girl wasn’t aware of the power she had upon him.

“Well, yeah, I’m not blind.” Matty was so surprised about how well he was faking being unbothered. “What’s wrong?”

“You are looking me like that night…” he made a puzzled face. “The night we met.” Y/n clarified.

“Ohh.” he cooed.

“So- yeah- stop.”

“What if I don’t want to?” he asked cheekily. Matty touched the redness of her cheeks gaining her attention again.

“Dunno.”

“You’re beau-” Matty couldn’t help to start saying. Y/n moved her head forward hiding her face on his shoulder.

“Shh. Don’t. Let’s continue watching.” she made herself comfortable on his left side. Using his shoulder as a pillow this time. Matty couldn’t complain. He was happy there, with her, even when the words got stacked on his throat.

Y/n was everything he wanted back then. Why did he stop trying? Yes, they were friends. That was the most important part of this mess. Although he hated himself for not trying enough, for not waiting enough, for being an idiot, to realize late all of this when she was apparently starting a relationship with someone else, and he was in a former one already.

Nadia. He kind of used Nadia. He loved her, but not in that way…or not any more as the beginning. Matty couldn’t keep with that. He was going to hurt her so much..if he wasn’t already. Why he convinced himself he was ready for a formal relationship with someone else when in fact he wanted her?

If he broke the relationship, both of them would get hurt. Nadia doesn’t deserve that, in fact, she deserved better than a half love. It was the best, in the way that he had to let her have a better opportunity.

Matty ran his hands through his hair anxiously for a million time. He needed to know about this Y/n and Tom thing. He had to be sure if it was a real thing. Not because it would help. It would hurt in fact, even though he had the urged to know. He couldn’t ask Y/n though. Matty was sure that George knew something. He had to ask him.

Matty walked the short distance from his room to the studio downstairs where he knew George would be.

He opened the door without announcing his presence.

“Everything okay, mate?” George said in a calm tone without turning, his eyes still on the board in font of his eyes.

“Do you know Y/n is with a Tom?” Matty didn’t wait a second.

His best friend’s body stiffened visibly. “Tom? What Tom?” G tried playing dumb, although Matty saw right through him.

“George, I’m not in the mood for this. I know you know. So fuckin’ start talking.” he stated.

“Mat-“

The singer cut him short, “Don’t use that stupid tone with me.” Matty pointed his finger even though George couldn’t see him. He sat down on the couch behind G set up. “Please, I need to know.” Matty almost begged. “Can you tell me what you know?”

“Mate, you know I can’t tell you- “ George turned around on his chair.

“So, she’s…mom’s right- Fuck!” Matty said more for himself, resting his entire body on the couch.

“What’s going on? Why is making you so anxious?” G asked, with a patience he only had for Matty.

“I- I’m not in a good place right now…everything is- I don’t even know what to say.” Matty chuckled dryly.

“What do you mean?”

“George.“ he hissed.

“C’mon…say it.”

“I’m not ready to talk about this. I can’t- “

“This has something to do about the same feelings you had a while back?”

“Yes.”

“I know.”

George let the silence linger for a second, feeling like a pause between topics.

“And Nadia?” the drummer asked.

“I don’t know.” Matty closed his eyes, cringing.

“Matty- “ G said in a worried tone.

“I know, okay? I’m going to talk to her…”

“Okay, it’s not going to be nice- “

“Believe me, I know.”

“I think it’s the best.”

“Yes.”

“And… Matty?”

“Yeah?”

George got serious after stating clearly, “You can’t say this to Y/n.“

“I know that too.” Matty responded defeated, hitting his forehead with the palm of his hands rhythmically.

“Mate- “

“I have things to figure it out, but I’m okay.” Matty lied to G and to himself.

G knew he was far from that state, but he wasn’t to push Matty more during that moment. “Okay…”

“I’ve to go now.” Matty exited the room as fast as he came in.

G moved his face from side to side, praying silently that none of his best friend got hurt after all.

………………………………………………

A week later

End of March

“What else could go wrong in this story?” Hann thought on the flight from LA to New York. He had no idea what he somehow manifested to happen after that without even knowing.

The first few days were fine, but when the fifth came everything changed. Hann and Matty didn’t talk much, they were still in this particular position since they had the talk. Hann decided to leave Matty alone for a while, but keeping his eyes close in case something happened.

Strangely, Hann was left alone in the posh studio while the rest of the guys, the producer, and people he couldn’t retain their names even five minutes after meeting went out to get food. It would be easier ordering from an app or something even though all of them needed a break.

The line connecting the front desk with the private area they had been working in rang startling Adam out of the zone. He left his guitar to the side, running to answer the thing.

The guitarist cleared his throat before asking, “Yeah?”

“Hello, I have a woman here that says he knows you.” the woman’s voice was tinted with suspiciousness.

“Name?”

Adam waited for longer than expected, listening quietly while the woman at the front desk asked the other person waiting.

“Nadia Parton.” she finally gave Adam a name.

‘Shit, what was she doing there?’

The receptionist did a strange sound urging Adam to inform her what he wanted to do with Nadia. “Do you know her?” Hann rolled his eyes at the question and her urgency when she took longer than him asking Nadia only her name.

“Yes, I do. Let her pass, please.” he was short and polite, although he didn't give her much information.

Adam hang up begging for a moment of peace that didn’t arrive.

…………………………………………….

Matty entered the room first, agitated as well since he played a bet with George that we would get up there before them and proceed to run upstairs. The run didn’t take his breath as much as witnessing Nadia talking calmly with Hann.

Nadia was there.

To say that Matty didn’t expect her was to highlight the obvious. Matty had been trying to push the conversation as far as he could, and she was there, three meters away from him. He believed he had more time. The universe works differently.

“Hi, baby.” she approached him excited. “Surprise!” Nadia said while hugging him. Matty didn’t know what to do really. He hugged her back and looked at his best friend. Adam moved his shoulder as a sign he knew nothing about this, he even didn’t dear to ask the girl in the half hour they shared.

“I wasn’t expecting you…” the words fell from his mouth.

Nadia took a step back still with her arms around his neck. “That was my intention. I wanted to surprise you, as you did for our anniversary.” she said sweetly. Matty felt a little bit more miserable with each word she dropped.

“Oh, right. I forgot some special occasion?” he inquired, lost.

She gifted him a big smile. “No, silly! I was missing you so much.” Nadia said, leaving a peak on his lips. A move that made Hann much more uncomfortable, sitting there just watching the scene as in a film. The studio’s phone rang once more, and he hadn’t been happier to hear that sound in his life.

Adam spoke with the secretary once more informing him that Jack was in his way up.

After he hung up, Adam tried to gain his friend’s attention at the same time he heard the guys approaching the studio.

“Matty.“ he said between his bandmate’s name and a cough, getting the attention of the couple, not only Matty’s.

The frontman looked at him for a second time in only minutes, “What?” his face expressionless.

“Jack is coming, and I think I hear the guys in the kitchen. ” Matty looked at him as if a second hand were growing beside the one holding the phone.

“Alright?”

Adam didn’t dare to look at Nadia. It wasn't rare that friends or family stay during the record sessions, but he was aware that Matty didn’t want her there right at that moment. Hann was trying to gain time and Matty wasn’t taking the hint.

Something must’ve clicked inside the singer’s brain because he continued saying, “Ah- Yes…I mean, top secret.” Matty moved far from Nadia’s embrace one because they were blocking the door and two because he was feeling guilty receiving so much caring he couldn't reciprocate. “Nad, would you give us a time alone? We won’t be long…just Jack checking some stuff about this-”

“Yes, yes…I knew I’ll have to when I planned the surprise.” she said, walking towards him. Matty couldn’t help feeling cornered, although he let her kiss him shortly before heading out of the studio.

When she was out of sight, and they were sure she wasn’t listening, Matty dared to ask, “Did you-?”

“Tell her something? Hell, no!” Hann said.

“Alright, alright…good.” Matty said, under his breath, passing around.

Neither of them continued the conversations. Adam looked how Matty walking in circles before turning around with his eye full of certainty.

“What?”

“I- “ Matty mumbled the words making it impossible for Adam to hear.

“Come again?”

Matty stood in the middle of the studio, opening his chest, “I’m going to break up with her.” Matty admitted and Adam doubt it.

“Right now?”

The singer chew on his upper lip, “It wasn’t in my plans she was going to- “

“Yeah, I can tell.” Hann said sarcastically.

“This is not funny!” Matty looked at him with a stern look.

“Yes, sorry. And then…?”

“I can’t focus on that now. I have to work”

“Yes, you have to.” neither of them knew if he was speaking about work or something else.

Adam grabbed the collar of his forgotten guitar, leaving his friend with his own thoughts.

……………………………………………….

Few hours later

Nadia wasn’t an idiot. She knew from a long time up to that moment the fact that Matty was dealing with something. She was confused though. Matty kept sending her way a lot of mixed signals. One day, she was everything to him, he followed her around, being the attended boyfriend or travelling for their anniversary, even though the next day, he was cold and doesn’t seem happy to see her in NY.

She continued dismissing it, thinking it was part of being with a rock star, or ‘Matty is Matty’, or ‘the album is stressing him’; everything instead of thinking he didn’t want her any more.

The woman was deeply in love with him, Nadia was sure of that. She was head over heels for him. But, was he? ‘Yes’. Why would he be with her if he wasn’t? Matty wasn’t that type of guy, and Matty had shown her that he loved her. Still, something was wrong. Nadia didn’t want to think about it. She was happy with him. Matty was everything she sought in a man. She could deal with this bad moment of their relationship because it would past…or she wanted to think.

After they wrapped for the day, Matty and the rest of the group returned to the hotel. Matty was drained, very tired, so he decided to wait for the next day to talk with Nadia. That’s why she stayed with him in his hotel room, and he was in peace with his thoughts for just a moment.

“Finally, alone.” she said, smiling at him.

“Yeah. I’m going to take a shower.” he said, going to his suitcase.

“Can I join you?” Nadia said cheekily.

“Nad, I’m not in the mood.” he responded, searching for his clothes.

“Oh, okay…” she said feeling slightly embarrassed. “I’m going to call room service, what do you want to eat?”

“I’m not hungry.” Matty replied without looking at her, meanwhile he stood up walking slowly towards the bathroom.

Nadia left the phone on the side table, turning her body to face her boyfriend. Before Matty closed the door behind him, she exclaimed, “Fine, what’s going on?”

“What?” he didn’t turn around.

“Matty.“

The singer quickly got defensive, “I’m not hungry that’s all.”

“I’m not talking about the food and you know that.” she kept glancing at him. She could tell he was nervous, his back muscles were tight.

“I don’t- “

Nadia left the comfort of the mattress, standing in the middle of the room. “I know you, tell me what is going on.” with a courage she didn’t feel, Nadia approached him, placing a hand on his back and sensing Matty got stiff felt like a dagger ripping her heart.

“I’m knackered, okay? Can we not do this right now? “

“I’m tired of this, Matty. I need you to speak to me if you are going through something. We’re a couple!” she let her hand dropped to her side.

“I- “

Nadia felt desperate. “Please, tell me!”

“Okay.” he turned around. “Please, take a seat.” she obeyed, returning to her previous position.

“I wasn’t expecting you to show up- “ he started to say.

She couldn’t stay silent, her anxiety making her interrupt his rambling, “That’s everything? Me surprising you?”

“Please, let me finish.” Matty scrubbed his eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t expect you to show up in fuckin’ New York, at the studio. I was waiting to fly back home and talk with you properly.” Matty continued, starting to gain power on his words. “I know my behaviour during the last months weren’t the best- In fact, they were the worst. I’m being a horrible boyfriend, and you don’t deserve this. Don’t- “ Matty stopped Nadia with a signal of his hand when she moved and before a single word fell from her lips. “Please, let me finish. I wasn’t expecting you, but when you showed I decided the best would be talking tomorrow when I’ll be more awake than now. I guess this can’t wait any longer. I know this is going to hurt you, and me too. You’ll hate me for this- “

“You’re scaring me, Matty.” Nadia said worriedly.

“I- I’m struggling a lot with myself. And I don’t think you should…you have to deal with it too.”

Nadia’s eyes stung with tears.“What are you suggesting?”

“I think we should break up.” ‘I said it, I finally did it’, Matty thought.

“What?” she asked surprised. “If it’s because I didn’t tell you or any of the guys that I was thinking on coming- I’m so sorry.” Nadia tried explaining quickly.

“That’s not why.”

“Then what? You don’t love me?”

“I- I do love you.”

“Then?” she moved on the bed anxiously.

“I love you, but there are things I can’t tell you that I’m dealing with…and you don’t deserve this.”

“There’s someone else?” Nadia hatred herself for asking that. She sounded so cliché.

“It’s not- It’s not exactly about that- “ he said sitting on the bed, reaching for her hand.

“Then what?” she asked again, looking down.

“I can’t- “

“Don’t you trust me?” she inquired, this time crying. She wanted to seem strong, she couldn’t.

“I do. I do. This is- I can’t even think about it without going insane.” he admitted.

They stay for a moment in complete silence. Both of them were hurt. Nadia’s heart was shattered in hundreds of pieces. Matty suffered watching her in that state. Fully knowing that he caused it.

“I’m so sorry.” Matty said verily out loud.

Nadia chocked on a sob, saying, “I love you, Matty.”

“I love you too, Nad.” he reached for her cheek, while she continued crying. “Please, don’t hate me. I mean, I understand if you want to punch me or kick me in the nuts.” she chuckled. “Please know that I’m doing this because you deserve so much better.”

“I don’t know.”

“I know it. It seems like the most horrible excuse, but I mean it. You’re an incredible person, women, and you deserve someone that loves you and treat you better than I do.” Matty admitted.

“I want you…”

“I know- “ Matty sadly said.

After a while Nadia tried to dry the tears that never stopped falling. She told Matty, “I better go.”

“You can stay till tomorrow.” He offered.

“I preferred not to.” she took out her hand from Matty’s grip.

“I’m so sorry.” Matty apologized again, staring at her form while she moved around the bed grabbing her stuff.

“I’m too. I wish you the best, Matty.”

“I don’t deserve it.”

Nadia titled her head, staring for a last time into his soft brown eyes, “You do. I hate you right now, and I don’t want to see you for a while.” she stated, meanwhile Matty answered with a nod. “Don’t reach for me when you are sad, well, you stop doing that a couple of months ago. I don’t understand why this happened but above all, I love you and I know you’re a good guy. You gave me a lot of beautiful moments to remember, you’re a kind soul. I know I don’t deserve this, although you have to know that I stay because you're worth the wait…and if you tell me there is a little part of you that wants me to wait I’ll probably wait. I know you don’t have that part.” she said when Matty opened his mouth to speak. “It hurts so..so much, because I know, I’m sure, that in your own way you love me, you said it too. Sadly, not as much I love you. Because I love you fully. When I love I do it that way.” Nadia stopped and dried her tears once more. “For all we shared and how much I cherish you…I wish you the best. Goodbye, Matty.” she finally said, turning around, graving her suitcase and then left the room.

When the click of the door made a loud noise in the silent room, Matty started to cry. He hurt one of the most important people in his life. Nadia was gone. Matty knew it was the best, and he also knew it was going to hurt. Not that much. He couldn’t complain though.

She didn’t shout, Nadia didn’t even raise her voice. Which, made it more difficult to deal with. Sometimes, it is easier to hate the other and shout. Not the best, or healthiest, just easier. That time was the opposite

Why does he keep hurting the people that love him deeply?

………………………………………………..

The next morning Hann found an obviously tired Matty. The guitarist wasn’t sure if he wanted to ask or not. Something clearly happened, the singer’s face showed it.

They had a free day, luckily for everybody. A couple of days ago, they decided to be the typical tourist and walk around town. Matty wasn’t in the mood for that even though it might help.

Adam knocked on Matty’s door two hours before the activity started. The frontman took his time to prepare even though he ended up showing with a simple shirt and jeans combo. Hann was expecting to encounter Nadia, but she was nowhere to be found. That gave him the first hint. He also remembers what Matty told him the day before. He wasn’t expecting his friend to be so quick about it. Although, he couldn’t assume anything. Adam didn’t want to. He was going to wait for Matty to come around and speak about it.

They stayed in silence for a good amount of time. Matty plopped himself on the bed and rest his head on his hands after opening the room’s door for his friend.

“Nadia left.” he informed Adam when the eyes of the guitarist scanned the room.

“When?”

“Last night.”

“Mhm.” Hann only dared to express.

“We- I broke up with her.” Matty looked at his best friend, waiting for a reaction.

Adam showed nothing, “Okay.”

“It was the correct thing…right?” he hesitated.

“I’m not going to tell you what it’s or what it isn’t right, Matty.” Adam clarified.

“Damn it!” Matty projected himself out of the bed.

“Take it easy, mate.” the guitarist said with a calm Matty envied.

“How? I mean, HOW? She hates me now. I’m an asshole!”

“Okay, no. Yes, you did pretty fuck up things…although you can’t beat yourself up like at. Everybody makes mistakes, you’re trying to solve them. Focus on that. It’s not nice, because you realize big things, feelings and I understand you’re hurt- “

“I can’t make myself the victim. I know.”

“No, you can’t. Although this is not a Disney film, there’s not a good guy and a bad one.”

“Yes, you’re right.” Matty let a big breath out. “What I do now? I broke up with Nadia, and Y/n is…” the singer started to tell him, and then stop.

“Y/n what?”

“Nothin’.” Matty muttered.

“Oh, no. You’re going to tell me.” the frontman was satisfied with Adam’s nervousness.

“Don’t you know?” Matty inquired.

“About what?”

“Y/n is in a relationship.” just saying the words hurt as if someone was ripping his heart out of his body.

“Oh, shit. Did she tell you?”

“No, mom did.”

“Your mother told you?!”

“And then George quite of confirmed it.”

“Fuckin’ hell.”

“Yeah, exactly. I hate my life right now.”

“Don’t..”

“Let me be miserable for a minute, okay?”

“No.”

“Please.” Matty begged without caring.

“No.”

“Hann!”

“You said it…you’re not the victim. Suck it up, mate!”

Matty scoffed, “Very kind of you.”

“I’m trying to help!”

“Well, you’re not helping…at all.” Matty snapped at him. And quickly regretted it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” the frontman took a sit on the bed once more and Adam copied him.

“I understand.”

“Why didn’t she tell me? Or you? Instead, she told George and mom…”

“I don’t know.” Hann lied. He perfectly knew why. He wasn’t even hurt. Hann knew the reasons why Y/n tend to skip talking to him about this stuff. He couldn’t tell Matty though, it wasn’t his thing to tell.

“Should I call her?”

“What? Are you insane?” Adam exclaimed.

“Fine. Yeah, I’m not going to…” Matty hesitated even when the urge to do it was big.

“Please promise me you’ll not.” Hann begged, massaging the bridge of his nose.

“I promise.” No matter how hard it will be, Matty had to stop hurting the people he loved. The first one was Y/n. Somehow, he hurt her. He doesn’t understand why quite well, but he knew it. He can ask her about how was she doing and all of that, although if she didn’t want to tell him about Tom…he had to stay out of that.

Matty had to focus on work again and work only. When he returned home in a month or so he could think what to do. For the time being, he had to fix himself and stay out of more problems.

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On the other side of the ocean

Spring was one of her favourite seasons. Y/n loved all of it. From the flowers starting to blossom to the mild temperatures and all in the middle it was a lovely season. Or maybe this year she was looking at it with other eyes.

The woman was happy beyond the imagination. Finally, after many months she was in fact and without a doubt happy. She longed for that moment and now she had it. The positivity she irradiated was amazing. Y/n was giving so much, and the universe responded or herself in a state of pure happiness wanted to believe that.

Y/n was euphoric for all the work she had done in the previously few months with herself, how much she grew. She took a step aside from the horrible place where she was, Y/n took a place aside from being the cliché girl in love with her best friend. But it wasn’t all her merit, she had a big helper. She had a handsome helper: Tom.

Y/n never felt what she felt with Tom.

Tom was everything she ever dreamed of: he was always attentive with her, but not overwhelming her, he understood her reserves and didn’t complain; they talked about everything and nothing, every conversation was perfect. Sometimes, they fought about their strong beliefs, but they also end up kissing and hugging. Y/n was happy with Tom.

She didn’t tell Tom about Matty. Y/n didn’t see why. She wasn’t thinking about that as well. Tom and her talked by text and she was okay with that. After all, he was her friend, and she promised not to disappear. She still had affection for him of course.

Anyway, Y/n was living in a dream. Work was going well, she was kind of sad because they had only one week left of filming, and then she would be back home. This time with Tom. They talked about it fully, feeling extremely happy that both of them were in the same page about continuing dating. Tom lived closer to the centre of London, and she was only 20 minutes away by car from there. They could make it work out.

Since they were in the last week of shooting, Y/n had a lot of work in hand. They had to leave everything perfectly done, and she had pressure about helping Lily accomplish all of what was expected from her.

“Please, could you leave those papers and hung out with me?” Lily begged, sitting in her trailer’s couch.

“You know I really want that, but I can’t.” Y/n continue going through the schedule.

“Agh!” Lily scoffed. “You’re not fun any more.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at her, “We see each other every day! Don’t overreact.”

“That’s exactly why…we have only a handful of days to be together and then- “

“And then, we’ll see each other as well.” Y/n turned around, looking at her.

“You’ll be so busy with your prince charming!”

“Omg, don’t call him that!”

“Being all happy and loving each other.” Lily continued with her rant, making weird sounds that tried to emulate kissing.

“You’re impossible.” Y/n returned to her papers.

“Talking about Romeo!” Lily exclaimed. Y/n didn’t understand until she heard a voice.

“Were you talking about me? I’m flattered.” Tom looked at Y/n, approaching her and the woman couldn’t help noticing her stomach sprung to life with excitement.

“She was talking about you.” Lily pointed like a little girl.

“Oh, really?” Tom crocked an eyebrow while placing his arms around Y/n.

“Yes, about how she’s going to ignore me- like right now- and be all lovely jolly with you.”

“I don’t want to brag but- I’m pretty cool so- “ Tom joked. Leaving a kiss at the back of Y/n’s head.

“Oh, you shut up!” Lily said standing up. “I’m going to leave you two to it…” and then she left without waiting for an answer.

“Lily!” Y/n exclaimed, shaking her head disappointed but laughing before turning to face Tom. “Hi”

“Hi.” Tom looked down at her eyes. His height always amused her, Y/n felt secured with him being so tall, she didn’t know exactly with, but she did.

“Did you need something?” she inquired, placing her hands on his chest.

“Yes.”

“Oh, what?”

“You.”

“Cheesy, way too cheesy, Tom.” she laughed.

“It’s the truth.” he replied, kneeling down to meet her lips.

…………………………………………………

Sad day, last day

The last day of shooting and the day before that one with the big wrap party, Y/n felt really emotional. This production gave her more than she could ever ask for: a lot of experience and work, of course, but also friendships and a lovely boy. She was more than grateful with it.

Y/n was leaving that day with Tom and Lily. He brought his stuff a couple of days before so when they had to leave, they went straight from the Airbnb that Lily and Y/n shared towards the airport. It was more practical and that let Tom and Y/n spend nights together.

Y/n woke pretty early sensing the warmth that Tom’s body spread. Her head was in his chest, and his arms were around her form. She let a sigh out in pure bliss. Tom moved a little, waking up as well.

“Morning.” he said in a raspy voice.

“Morning.” she smiled, propping herself up staring down at him. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a baby. After that intense activity- “

“Tom! Stop that!” she whined.

“Okay, okay. Now you’re shy but last night- “

“Omg, shh!” she shushed him, trying to leave his side.

“No, come back here.” he begged.

“Such a baby.” she teased.

“Thanks.” he answered laughing after she was only centimetres away from his face. “I need my morning kiss, y’know.”

“Oh, really? I don’t know.” she played dumb.

“Please? I’ll stop saying how hot last night was.” he chuckled.

“Exactly, no. You lost your opportunity.” she tried to stand up, but quickly Tom pulled her into the mattress.

“Why so shy so suddenly, darling?” Tom asked. The nickname made her think about Matty, making her instantly felt bad. Now she was fully aware they were coming home. “Hey.” he tried to get her attention when Y/n’s sight fell elsewhere, lost. “If it’s so bad to kiss me and think about us having- “

“Stop!” she placed her hands on his mouth, laughing at the same time. “I just- I don’t want to get back home.”

“Why?”

Her hands found his curls quickly, “I’m not going to see you every day.”

“And then I’m clingy?” he inquired, leaning down to caress her throat with his nose, taking her in.

“Oh, forget it!”

“No. I’m sad about that too, believe me. But, we don’t live that far from each other.”

“I know, but…”

“Stop with the but’s. I want my kiss.” he said, reaching her face to finally kissed her.

Tom’s kisses were like no other ones in her life. Y/n didn’t kiss many boys but she was sure none of them kissed like him. He made her feel inexplicable feelings. He was tender and kind, but hot and torrid at the same time. Tom treated her as if Y/n was made of porcelain, with so much love and caring. She was getting addicted to him.

Tom was like her favourite season. Tom felt like spring.

………………………..

After the three of them left for the airport, Tom acknowledged quickly how clingy Y/n was being. In fact, he was making most of it because she was rarely like that around other people. Neither of them was. He kept her close. Hugging her or taking her hand. Subtle forms of ‘I’m here, we’re okay’. Y/n was glad he noticed. It amazed her how well he understood her when they had only known each other for nearly 10 months. He was going to miss him, no matter if he was close, and they already had plans to meet in London.

Y/n was trying to avoid overthinking her behaviour. She succeeded until they took the plane home, and Tom fell asleep.

For a while, she admired his face and features. She didn’t want to appear creepy, so she turned her sight to the clouds. The sky was almost black. She could still picture the lights of the city, of Ireland. Then, the sea came into her view. Y/n always felt a big connection with the water no matter how much she loved the earth, the land. There was something so deep and meaningful about water that amazed her. Maybe, it was the fact that you can reflect yourself on water. At that moment she couldn’t picture her figure from so afar even though the colour and the depends on the Irish Sea made her look inside herself.

The inner talk was something she avoided a little since her relationship with Tom started. On the other hand, you can’t stop yourself from thinking. You have to, if you don’t talk with yourself how would you know what you want and what you have to do to get better?

Y/n felt that she failed to herself in that part. Yes, she wanted to be happy. She was happy. But she repeated something she acknowledges a way back. She avoided Matty. Well, she didn’t, they talked even though she avoided her feelings or not feelings for him. She avoided thinking about which position she was in about him. And that was a little bit wrong. Not because she was happy with Tom she could keep avoiding her problems, avoid Matty.

Y/n wanted to solve her situation. She wanted to get back to her friendship with Matty as it was. Without knowing, she drifted more apart after she repeated that to herself.

She didn’t tell her best friend about the amazing relationship she was in now. Of course, Y/n had her reasons. Although, if she wanted to get back to be just friends…didn’t friend tell each other things like this? Matty told her about him and Nadia back then.

She wanted to tell him, but after two months or so Y/n wanted to do it in person. Matty was in New York at the moment, which made that quite difficult. Maybe when he returned. She knew he would get angry, that’s why she wanted to somehow explain it to him. She would have to lie a little bit longer…for the last time.

Y/n had to admit to herself, she missed him. She missed the whole gang. She missed her English family. That was why she was also happy to be back. Not everything was awful.

Y/n came back to real life once the plane started the descended and Tom woke up. She tried to enjoy those last minutes. Yeah, she knew she was kind of overreacting, but she couldn’t avoid it. As well as oceans, she was restless…to many feelings. As well as oceans, she was going to settle. The calm was here. Or that was what she liked to think.

………………………………….

Two weeks after

Two more weeks went by during which Matty was still unhappy and troubled. That time not only due to Y/n and his feelings, this time because of the coronavirus. They had to return home. Sadly, the cases were rasing in so little time, that the government was closing down everything again.

For the album, Matty wasn’t preoccupied because with the rumours of this happening they managed to do most of the works left, and they wrapped a day before the announcement. And they could always continue from home.

Staying in New York was an option, although they had been gone for a long while. George was missing his girlfriend, Adam his child, Ross his family and Matty the comfort of home. They preferred to return home. Back in England, the situation wasn’t bad but also not good. The government was considering closing everything again, they didn’t have news about it.

A part of Matty wasn’t sure if he wanted to get back. Part of him wanted, he missed his family, his shared house with the boys, and everything. Another part, didn’t want to get back though. Too many things to deal with. Being out of the country, wherever work took him, he was available to stay far from his normal problems, or he had that illusion.

Anyway, coming home was exhausting. More during the corona time. Having to use the face mask and all the protocols. He wasn’t complaining, he supports taking care of the rest and his wealth. It just adds a lot on his shoulders and made him more tired.

Once he returned, Matty spent a lot of time inside his room playing games or writing, he even went on a walk with Denise for a short time.

He knew Y/n was also back home, and she sometimes met up with George and the rest. Although, he wasn’t ready to see her. They still talk by message, they avoid the topic. Even when Y/n knew very well he was at home, she mentioned nothing. She didn’t want to push him, and at the same time, she was spending time in London for a good amount of time with Tom.

So, yeah, Matty wasn’t ready for what life, the universe or God had under her/his sleeve this time.

……………………………….

Sunny Sunday

A week prior to the dinner, Denise started begging and bugging him to get all together. She said, ‘let’s share a nice meal at this place closer to you guys now that we’re allowed before everything closes again, Matty!’ and no matter how much he tried she won. The boys were excited to see new faces after weeks of only seeing each other working to get the record ready to publish.

Matty and Hann arrived at the restaurant first but they waited at the car park for the rest to arrive. They did minutes after.

“Hi, boys!” Denise said, very happily.

“Hi, mom.” Matty was the first greeting her.

“Hello.”

“Why so happy?” George inquired.

“Can’t I be happy for seein’ you handsome boys?” she asked, innocently.

“Mom…” Matty knew better.

“Okay, okay. I have a surprise for you all!”

Ross got all excited like a little kid during Christmas, “What?”

“Patience, dear. We have to wait a little longer before it arrives. Well, it’s not a thing, is a person.” Denise’s smile was wide.

“I’m not following.” Adam interrupted.

Louis interfered, “Me neither. But, you get used to it.” and the rest chuckled.

“Wait and see. She is arriving!”

“Oh, she?” George inquired.

“Yes, she. Not whatever you’re thinking- I don’t want to- “

“Mom, could you just tell us!” Matty was growing anxious.

“Oh, she is here!!” Denise cheered so loud.

The whole family looked at how a very familiar car parked beside theirs. Shortly after, Y/n came out smiling nervously at them.

“Hi, guys.” she greeted the group.

Matty’s heart stopped beating right there.

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Taglist: @hollybrislen @sinarainbows @eaglestar31 @sugarkane1001 @brittluvs1975

Chapter 7 >

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liminal-space-lesbian · 1 year

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Mommy Issues

Pairing: Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams

Summary: Wednesday rants about her mother being overbearing, and Enid can't stand to listen to it for another moment. After all, Enid would give anything for a mother who loved her.

Warnings: Mommy issues, jealousy, angst, panic attack maybe??

Words: 1,395

This was also inspired by pixels.on.a.screen on insta btw (go thank them by liking their art)

Enid could never understand how Wednesday would get so irritatated with her mother. The ravenette would always complain about Morticia being "overbearing" or in her words, " stifling of her morbid creativity". Enid watched during parent's day when Wednesday shied away from her mothers touch, the way Wednesday glared as Morticia asked how school was going. She felt her heart clench in her chest when Wednesday rolled her eyes as Morticia said she was proud of Wednesday for winning the Poe Cup.

Enid avoided Wednesday for a bit after parents day, just because she was so upset. She couldn't decide if she was sad or angry, and she settled on the fact she was mostly jealous. She couldn't fathom how Wednesday could take such a thing as a mothers love for granted. Enid would give anything for her mother to simply accept her, let alone love her.

So now, as she sat on her bed gritting her teeth and clawing a pillow to shreds between her claws as Wednesday complained she couldn't help but feel that same burn of envy.

"I don't understand why she has to contact me via crystal ball every weekend. She doesn't need to know everything about my time here at Nevermore. The whole point of going to this stone and cobwebbed prison of a school was to get away from my family for a while." Wednesday ranted in a sharp tone as she covered her crystal ball with the maroon colored cloth. She let out a huff as she turned to her typewriter and put a new page in angrily.

"I mean, you'd think she was worried I'd disappear on her or something. She knows I'm more than capable of taking care of myself, at this point her weekly checkups are getting insulting." Wednesday continued, her tone biting and cold. Enid couldn't keep silent anymore, her jaw aching from how hard she was clenching it.

"Well at least your mom cares, Wednesday!" She shouted before she could stop herself, causing Wednesday to turn to her in surprise, before a heavy glare settled on Wednesday's brow.

"Caring and overbearing go hand in hand." The shorter girl deadpanned in an unimpressed tone and Enid felt that green monster tearing at her chest.

"How can you say that?" Enid nearly cried, her voice cracking as she stood up and strode over to the tape line separating their respective halves of the room. "I would give anything to have a mother that cared enough to even ask how I was doing!" Enid's chest heaved as she felt a familiar burn in her sinuses, the pillow between her hands shedding fluff all over the floor now.

"At least your mom loves you!"

The silence in the room was deafening. And there it was, the tears streaming down her face as she uselessly wiped them away. Sad hiccups escaped her lips as she tried to bite back her sobs. Wednesday simply stared at her with an unreadable look on her face. Her eyes were widened slightly in surprise, and Enid thought she could see a hint of uncertainty in her gaze.

"I would do anything to have a mom like yours." Enid sobs helplessly, wiping her tears angrily. She could hear her mothers voice in her head already. 'Why do you cry over everything? Enid, you're too sensitive. You need to toughen up.'

"My mom doesn't even know the names of my friends! She doesn't even care if I have any friends! She's- she's so obsessed with this idea of me being perfect that she doesn't even care about me!" Enid sobs uselessly, her knees feeling weak as her chest heaves. She can't understand it. It's not fair. How come her mother doesn't love her, even though she tries so hard, and Wednesday's mom is so unconditional in her love that even when Wednesday is an absolute prick to her, she still tells her she loves her anyways.

"Enid..." Wednesday's voice is so gentle that it simply makes Enid sob harder. She feels Wednesday's hands on her own more than she can see them, since the tears have blurred her vision. Wednesday gently takes the torn pillow from her grasp and replaces it with her own hands, soft and cool against Enid's skin. Wednesday is always cold, and it's a bit unnerving how much she feels like a walking corpse. In this moment however, it is incredibly grounding.

"Enid, take deep breaths, okay?" Wednesday murmurs gently, and Enid realizes she had been hyperventilating. Enid sobs and gasps for breath, shaking her head. She couldn't catch her breath. She felt like she'd never stop crying.

"Here, breathe with me." The ravenette offered, guiding Enid's hand to rest on her chest, right over her steadily beating heart. She began taking slow deep breaths, encouraging Enid to follow her lead. It took a while, but Wednesday was ever patient with her, and soon her gasping sobs subsided into sad little hiccups.

"There go you." Wednesday whispers as she gently wipes the tears from Enid's face. Enid meets her gaze and nearly bursts into tears again at how Wednesday looks at her. Her brown eyes are so incredibly soft and sad as she gazes at Enid, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. Her bottom lip juts out ever so slightly in a pout as she brushes Enid's hair out of her face.

"Good job." The shorter girl says softly, placing a kiss on Enid's forehead before gently guiding her back to her bed. She sits Enid down and carefully positions herself leaning back against Enid's many colorful pillows. She then opens her arms and Enid instantly collapses into her girlfriends arms, burrowing into the inevitable comfort she offers.

"I'm sorry my complaining was upsetting you, I didn't know..." Wednesday says quietly, sounding contemplative as she rubs Enid's back. "I didn't really think of it like that. My mother gets on my nerves sometimes but I didn't even consider how it is to have a mother that doesn't care at all. I'm... sorry for being insensitive with my rants around you. I'll... try to be better next time." Wednesday speaks slowly, as if she is choosing her words carefully. Enid melts, tears welling in her eyes again at Wednesday's gentleness with her.

"It's okay... It's not your fault. You should feel comfortable enough to talk to me about those types of things. I just get so jealous sometimes. It's not fair that my mother doesn't love me. I don't know why, or where I went wrong... I try so hard." Enid blubbers, her voice getting choked up as more tears stream down her face. Wednesday's hand on her back presses her closer into her body.

"Enid, I need you to listen to me very carefully." Wednesday says in a tight voice, a tone Enid has rarely heard from her. The blond shifts so her chin is resting on Wednesday's chest so she can look up at her face questioningly.

"Don't you ever- for even a single moment- wonder if there is something wrong with you. Your mother being unable to love you properly has nothing to do with you, it is simply her own unresolved issues and poor parenting tactics. You are perfect cara mia, don't you ever think anything other than that." Wednesday's voice wavers with emotion as she stares down at Enid with so much intensity it makes goosebumps rise on her skin.

Wednesday reaches up and wipes away Enid's fresh wave of tears, her hands warming the longer they linger on the werewolves flushed skin. Enid scoots up higher so she can press a kiss to Wednesday's lips before tucking her head into her neck, sniffling as Wednesday hugs her tightly.

"Thank you." Enid murmurs, feeling so overwhelmed with love that she wants to squirm. She's never known a love as intense or as unconditional as Wednesday's, and she's forever grateful for it. As she curls into the ravenette more, growing tired from the intensity of her crying session she smiles.

Sure Enid may not have her mother, but she knows she will always have Wednesday. The pain and the emptiness where maternal love should be will always linger, but for the first time it feels like she can cope with it. So long as she has Wednesday by her side.

"I love you, Wednesday."

"I love you too, Enid"

a/n Enid's mommy issues need to be explored more tbh

#wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday addams x enid sinclair #enid sinclair x wednesday addams #wenclair #wednesday tv series #wednesday x enid #enid x wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday 2022

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merbear25 · 4 months

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hey! Can you write Italy, France and China with simp gn reader romantic headcanons? Thanks ^v^

Hey, hey! These men need all the love they can get, especially from one who loves them so deeply. I hope you like what I've written for you 💜💜

pt 1, pt 2

CW: gn!reader, fluff, headcanons

With a simp reader (Italy, France, China)

Italy

How could he not love the amount of attention you gave him? You were as sweet as they came and he was more than happy to return the flattery.

Seeing as he’d always been the lazy type, you weren’t really one to kick him off this bad habit, meaning he’d goof off, and procrastinate on his duties to come hang out with you.

He’d love spending lazy mornings curled up in bed with you. Feeling close and intimate would be a nice way to start the day. If you spent time afterwards preparing breakfast, that’d be even better! Just be sure he didn’t drown everything in tomato sauce (unless you like your food like that)

One of the ways he’d like showing his appreciation would be through art! Expect lots of little doodles and cute drawings of the two of you together. If you’d like, he’d be more than happy to show you how to draw and/or paint.

France

Similar to Italy, he’d adore the unconditional affection you gave him, meeting it with his own showers of love on you.

You could expect sweet bits of poetry, being taken on spontaneous dates, and lots of light touches. Whenever you swooned and blushed, you only encouraged him.

Cuddling up on chillier nights would be one of his favorite ways to feel close to you. With your soft breaths brushing against his neck and chest, he pulled you in closer so as to fully appreciate this tender moment. Cooking together would be a common occurrence. Each compliment you gave him would feel lovely, so he’d suggest showing how to create your favorite dishes.

The fact that you simply enjoyed being around him filled him with gratitude to have met you. You’d catch moments of him staring at you with a subtle smile, and he’d tell you he was just admiring you.

China

He was a bit surprised by how much you adored him. Though he appreciated it, the amount of affection you were showing him was a bit unfamiliar in a way.

Truth be told, the amount of respect you had for him felt like a breath of fresh air. After so many World Meetings of feeling like the others brushed off his advice, he was more than happy to accept your compliments.

Whenever you showed romantic interest in him, he’d blush madly. You’d be respectful, of course, starting out small with slight touches or words filled with admiration. Once he felt comfortable enough, he’d return your advances.

He’d value getting to know what your interests were—what made you you. You could expect deep and meaningful conversations which only furthered the connection that you both felt at the beginning.

#x reader #hetalia #hetalia x reader #aph hetalia #aph x reader #hetalia world series #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world stars #hetalia imagines #hetalia headcanons #aph italy #hetalia italy #italy hetalia #france hetalia #hetalia france #aph france #hetalia china #aph china #hetalia fluff

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I heard you were taking requests? I was thinking what if Gojo was dating someone who idolized him and how much of a cocky shit he would be about it. He would love having someone who loved him more than anything, for all of his quirks. But he lets it go to his head

Changes.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff at start, angst no comfort at end, slightly toxic gojo, toxic relationship.

A/N: ANONNN THE ANGST POTENTIAL MADE ME DIZZY I LOVE YOUR BRAIN

You love Satoru with all your heart for all his quirks and all his flaws. You are simply in love with his entire being. You wish he never changes. And oh lord how he loves you just because he's him, not because he's the strongest or the most charming but just because he's Satoru. Your Satoru.

Ever since you joined Jujutsu High as a sorcerer teacher you and Satoru hit off pretty well mainly due to how easily he won your heart. How could you not fall for him when he was the perfect distraction- making his co-worker laugh whenever he noticed any signs of distress, overhearing his stupid jokes with his students, finding out how he was simply the most straightforward guy who wasn't the type to beat around the bush and talk his mind and how he carried the burdens of humanity while maintaining a heart kind and humane enough.

You were simply enamored by his presence itself. You had fallen hopelessly in love with him.

At first, unfortunately, he simply thought of you as someone who perhaps is swooning over his good look or his strength. But he's not a fool. He quickly finds out, perhaps before you do, your feelings for him are genuine.

Noticing how your face lights up when he cracks up a joke, hearing a soft giggle from afar when he's being dramatic with his students or annoying someone in public, complimenting him when he talks back to the higher-ups and bitching about how nasty everyone is- which either leads to how you should prank some higher-up or how you must prepare the future generations, giving him a high-figh when either of you takes down a curse in mere seconds.

He, himself, can't help falling in love when there's someone out there who not just accepts but loves his entire being. Especially when you love him but also the one under his facade, comparing him to the sun. Defending his antics made him look at you with heart eyes. Checking up on him, multiple times a day- asking about his mood, his day, and how he is feeling as if it's only normal to ask- made his heart flutter. He couldn't help but feel loved which made him fall for you even harder.

Oh you had struck his heart and he didn't waste time, making you his.

You both were each other's ride-or-die, partners in crime, and possibly a nightmare for most.

It was no surprise to the people that you ended up together- most of them had known the outcome since the start. But much to their dismay, ever since you both started dating his antics seemed to have skyrocketed and they were doubled.

Satoru was now spoiled. Thanks for your love and unconditional support. But oh how much loved flaunting you and showing off the fact how much you loved him. You made him feel like he's floating in the clouds.

And perhaps he flew too far away.

You couldn't help but notice how his mannerisms slightly changed. How now he seemed to be overstepping people's boundaries more than usual- maybe it was him being unnecessarily rude and not realizing it? Maybe he made a silly enough mistake for him which seemed like a great deal to the other person? Maybe he was getting ridiculously insensitive?

"Satoru, don't you think you are doing it too much? Maybe you should apologize." you suggest, wanting to help him correct his mistakes.

"Hah?" he scoffs. "Babe, seriously? I didn't even say anything!! That person was only being overly sensitive, cmon nowww" he whines, jokingly.

You try to correct him and he snaps back.

The once small bickerings you used to have turned into hurtful screaming competition over the past 2 months and now you're sick of it, having a full-blown argument in the middle of both of your shared living room with a person you wholly loved.

"You're being dramatic and insecure, didn't you LOVE how confident I am? And be proud of me?" He accuses while slightly mocking your affections for him.

"THAT WOMAN WAS ALL OVER YOU DID NOTHING TO PREVENT THAT? AND I'M THE ONE THAT'S DRAMATIC AND INSECURE?? Oh my god Satoru, you've gone fucking blind and stupid" you sigh knowing there's absolutely no way to get your point across the nasty skin he has developed.

Unwilling to stretch the argument any further, you flounced to your shared bedroom quickly finding your bags before packing in your belongings.

"Cmon now, no way you're leaving over such a stupid thing." He snickered, wanting you to somehow stop you from leaving, blocking the exit of your once shared bedroom. He realized his foolish use of terrible wordings once you coldly glared at him as tears flowed down your red eyes. The stare was so foreign to him, it numbed his senses momentarily before he heard the loud zipping of the bag.

Before he was allowed to react, you pushed him aside as you stormed outside through the main door with a loud slam of it being shut closed.

The loud slam was almost like a slap to reality. As the moments pass by he feels his insides feeling weird and this is when he realizes that now he's falling to the cold hard ground. And there would be no you to soften the impact.

You still love Satoru with all your heart but no longer for all his quirks and all his flaws. But you are simply not in love with a stranger. You wish he never changed but he did. And oh no how he forgot how much he loves you just because he flew to a new place. Though now, he's no longer your Satoru like he wishes.

This was so fun for me to write but i hope you enjoyed it 🫶

Maybe I'll write pt 2 (mainly cuz i wanna make satoru suffer even more) if someone requests it or I don't forget

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simp-ly-writes · 1 month

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Space Cat

─────── · · A Doctor Who Story (pt.6)

Pairing: 10th Doctor x Cat-Hybrid!Reader, Donna Noble & Cat-Hybrid!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You are a cat hybrid and are trying to learn more about yourself and your people with the help of the relationships you had been forming. But just at the tease of something more you find yourself more lost than ever.

─ · · WARNINGS: tension, angst and fluff, confessions, fast-paced, possible non-canon behaviours.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,457

─ · · A/N: took me awhile to figure what I wanted to do with this story, but I hope you all enjoy! let me know what you want to see next :)

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Spoons clinked against the antique china tea cups. Small swirling floral designs in a faded blue underglaze decorated them as you brought the drink up to your lips- coughing down a piping hot sip.

No one had spoken besides Donna who had tried to initiate conversation several times and had failed too. Now an awkward silence filled every molecule in the room as you and the Doctor exchanged glances before Donna's chair was screeching against the tiles- she had had enough.

"You both were making such good process with one another, what should change now?"

"Well when you adopt a pet, you expect them to stay a pet-no? Not some now humanoid-pet-"

"Oi! Who do you think you are calling a pet, Space-boy?" You fire back, an accusatory point you send between his eyes.

Donna shook her head as you two began bickering at one another, in one of her wildest dreams, she would have thought this to be splendid. Her two friends chatting amongst one another in a common language besides a few well-phrased meows against intense British noises; but now it was grinding more than her repetitive footsteps around the room.

"Enough you two! Doctor- you practically keep us humans as pets for your adventures. Whats anymore different then you an alien, to another alien that just-so-happens to turn into a cat instead of a new version of themselves?" Donna takes a deep breath before facing you, her own pointed-figure getting back at your prior actions.

"And you! You cannot speak about becoming a pet while you openly accepted his and mines affection as any other cat-like creature would. Why can't we all just get along? We can just communicate better now- thats the only real difference." Donna concludes, out of breath with her hands on her hips as her eyes dart between the two of you expectedly.

You narrow your eyes into slits while looking at the Doctor as he sends you the same look. You both know what Donna is asking you to do but you both cannot formulate the courage to speak all that goes unspoken.

"Your egos will be the death of us all," Donna curses out before downing the rest of her tea. The cup hitting the table with such might you were surprised it didn't at least crack. Her chair slides against the tiled floors before she exits the room and out down the hall.

The Silence is sickening as Donnas words weigh down all the air as you start to pick out your skin and play with the hair atop your head for comfort. "You know, I rather enjoyed having some... thing that gave me somewhat unconditional, pure love. That spent time with me without understanding the repercussions, without understanding the outstanding politics of it all. I liked how you would just sit there with me, listen to me rant, follow me around like a shadow, comfort me without the burden of someone bringing it up later to use against me..."

You swear to see his eyes becoming foggy as you tentatively reach over and press a hand to his knee in offering, he rests his hand on top of yours as you both allow the words to breathe new air into the space.

"I was so lost... " you started, eyes now sinking into the remaining tea leaves at the bottom of your now empty cup. "I don't understand how I got to the place I am, I was always running and changing into different versions of myself that I didn't know were connected. I thought I was losing myself, going insane- I was a cat for fucks sake! I was desperate for help, for an answer, for... for comfort. I was scared for so long..."

You emit a shaky breath, if you were back in your cat form you would feel your ears pressing against your head, your spine shrinking into itself as your claws dug into your thighs. You were both hurting the already delicate play of your hearts intertwining, wanting what was there but now ultimately knowing that it had becoming tainted- changed.

But just as you raised your knees to press against your chin, the familiar scent of coffee caressed by the hit of otherworldly that make your nose twitch- arms wrapped around your form. A heavy coat of warmth and comfort as his chin rested against the top of your head. The dull hum of the fridge in the background reminded you of a purr as you both sat there and cried for your old selves for being lost and having to pick up the pieces of yourself.

You both were starting for the beginning once again, it pained you to be there again- it discouraged you both from trying but as the minutes ticked over the hour. You found how much more it hurt to be away from him, your body beckoned to be near his touch. Your ears strained themselves to hear him call after you, to join him and fall asleep in his lap, fingers caressing your spine. And by the exhale of the Doctor when you picked up his hand and compared it to the size of your own before interlacing your fingers; you knew that he felt the same way to.

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Some time later... Donna smiled as she watched you follow the Doctor around and equally as the Doctor followed you around different planets to historic monuments. You both practically hung off one another, gripping the mans arm, or his arm around your waist as he practically carried you down a different street.

We can't be friends anymore, Donna sarcastically told herself as you relaxed, head resting on the Doctors lap as he read through a book, fingers scratching your scalp. You and the Doctor appeared closer than ever these days after the discovery, so much so that the Doctor began to adopt your cat-like mannerisms. Tilting his head with curiosity or playful teasing. Often found taking short naps beside you which startled her the most one day, she really did think you both were dead the first time she saw it happen.

You would shift back into your cat-form every now and then, often found lounging on the console as the Doctor worked around you, flicking your forehead in annoyance when you toyed on his patience. Loving the reactions you stirred out of the time lord. Yet he never snapped at you, just a light scolding or he would chase you off into another room before returning to his work.

In some ways, Donna was starting to feel left out, like a third wheel as you both worked seamlessly together. She had never seen the Doctor look happier... but how long could it last for?

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"I've been thinking, Doctor..." you began, playing with the buttons of his jacket as he hummed out, still tinkering under the console giving you part of his attention.

"What's on your mind, kitty-cat?" His voice echoed with a playful light as you cautioned him to watch for the fire- and there goes a scream. You rolled your eyes before stretching up to your full height, offering him a hand up as you wiped his face clean from the smoke.

"I have been doing some more research on my kind, I know that I can't go and see them... but something did pique my interest..." you trail off, cheeks beginning to warm as you cautiously choose your next words. You took in his raised eyebrow and blow out hair that made your heart race, your hands began to fidget before he picked up your left one, giving it a squeeze in reassurance.

"You said that we bonded, which is great- you smell really good-" The Doctor chuckles at his shaking his head as you grIp his other hand and pull him closer to you with excitement, your eyes are so wide, brimming with ideas.

"- but that's besides the point! There are many types of bonds in my peoples culture, so it wouldn't affect ours, but if I bonded with someone else I could go and meet people like me. I could even try and find who my parents are, see if I have any siblings, oh! I would also love to..."

You keep rambling, not feeling how the Doctor slowly releases his touch for you as he takes a step back. He starts to shake his head, trying to physically clear away all the dark thoughts that swarm his mind, everyone always ends up leaving you in some way...

Donna had been observing the whole interaction form afar, worried eyes catching your bright smile that slowly fades as you gage the mood of the room.

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(pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) (pt.5) ... (pt.6) (continued on ao3) you are here

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infernalodie · 1 year

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𝟕 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 || 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬

“𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘚𝘰, 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐’𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵?“

Inspo: Dominic Fike - 7 Hours

Pairing: Emma Myers x Black!Male!reader

Summary: Not seeing her was like life or death, but why did she not match that energy?

Warnings: Angst, but plentiful fluff and small mention of smut.

Words: 2268

This tedious cycle had to unravel sooner or later.

This 7-hour drive you would make weekly was playing a dangerous game in the realm of unconditional love. At the start, the conditions were understandable as to why you had to make this trip. But as it was, Emma had no work. Yet, she still insisted on you driving all the way here. Leaving you grasping for quarters, hoping to scrounge up enough cash to get back home.

“But it's because of love, Y/n.”

You might’ve agreed with that a few months ago when you got to see her. But you could see the distancing was getting to a point of complete disconnect. And you could accept that if she simply just said so. But she stayed quiet. Requesting you be back in New York next weekend before leaving you to drive home alone. No kiss, no hug, no little romantic gesture to encourage your continuous trips.

Maybe you were in love and this was just you trying to give her the hint. Shameless about how much money you’ve blown on her despite the non-reciprocated actions in return. And it wasn’t like the two of you were dating and she was treating you like a hookup. Because that’s not what you were. She was the one that offered the prospect of you two being exclusive and not search for others. You took her up on it because you genuinely like her for who she was. But in recent memory, it felt like the brand the both of you wore was becoming more meaningless each week you visited.

And even now, sitting in this club in downtown New York, she had yet to text or call. In some way, you could understand that she was busy. But you also knew she’d let you if she was cast in something and the days she would fly you out to come to see her. This was the system, but she seemed to be abandoning it the longer time went by. And you really fucking hoped you hadn’t just wasted hundreds of dollars because she no longer felt the thrill.

“She call back yet?” You turned your head to the bartender, Kelly, who you’d met many times from your numerous trips out here.

Kelly had no information as to who you were seeing. You left it ambiguous with only distinct details about Emma being given so the bartender could put an image of the mystery girl. But her company was well appreciated when you had to kill time between arriving and the invitation from Emma. If anything, Kelly’s company was comforting. A safe haven amongst the chaos that went on around your relationship with an actress.

You pursed your lips, lifting your phone and displaying the blank screen. She exhaled heavily, continuing to dry the glass in her hand. But you dropped your phone with a thud, taking another sip of your water. “I know you never ask for my opinion, but I don’t think she deserves you if she leaves you like this every time you drive out here,” Kelly commented. “If I was dating you, I would be taking you everywhere I could in hopes it showed I was just as committed to the relationship as you are. But I think you need to take a look and reconsider the unconditional freedom you have opened up.”

Some section inside of you wanted to just dismiss Kelly’s statement. Label it as “ignorance” and keep acting as if there wasn’t anything wrong. But you knew she was right. Although her words were very simply dumbed down to “break up with her.” It just wasn’t that simple. Especially after all the time you’ve invested in Emma and all the money you’ve spent because of her. Then again, maybe you were just stupid and walking blindly into something that would end up destroying you emotionally and financially.

Placing your hands in your lap clasped together, you shook your head with a certain uncertainty that could be masked by the hesitant smile that played on your face. Chest swelling with confliction that you tried to suppress. “I-I don’t know if that’s the-”

“Oh, God,” she groaned. “You are so in love that you can’t see she’s kinda being a bitch in this situation.” Kelly laughed, shaking her head. She placed the glass with the cloth and braced her hands along the edge of the bar. The look in her eye was a pity. Almost like you were some sort of puppy left out in the rain with nowhere to call home. It was embarrassing.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you felt your phone vibrate. Seeing the text message from that all too familiar caller I.D. Kelly noticed, raising a brow as you grabbed the phone and shoved it in your pocket and stood to your feet.

Licking your bottom lip, you took one last sip of the water before pushing the glass toward the woman who promptly took it with ease. “Do people ever actually come to you about their problems?” You asked, pulling out your wallet and a bill which you placed onto the bar.

Kelly took it, smiling teasingly. “No, because I give them what they don’t want to hear. And from every drunk guy that has told me their problems, you need it the most,” she stated confidently. “So, fix your problem or don’t. I’ll be here for the rest of the night.”

Exiting the club, you made your way across the street. Shamelessly jaywalking simply because at 4 o’clock AM, no one that was sober could be spotted. Slipping inside your car, you pulled out your phone and looked down at the text and felt that familiar bubbling euphoria.

It rushed through the nerves and muscles. Like your limbs were tensing up with that shiver that rolled through in one foul wave. Something about it was distasteful and could only be associated with discomfort. But the muscles in your cheek pulled your lips into a smile every single damn time you saw her name appear.

“I’m waiting for you.”

Arriving at the apartment, you took the main route you were always told to. Through the back door, up the stairs to floor 3, stop at the elevator and take that to the tenth floor before you walked down the hall to Emma’s room. It was a simple formula that you followed because you knew her fear of you being discovered as her boyfriend. It would bring unwanted attention to both of you and neither of you wanted that when this was the only time the two of you got to enjoy away from reality.

Your knuckles met with the wooden door sharply, announcing your arrival.

The sound of footsteps could be heard muffled behind the door before the door unlocked and swung open. Revealing Emma in a black dress with her shoulder-length hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. A slit in the dress showed her pale right leg that left you inhaling deeply.

It was a new look, that was for sure. Usually, she was wearing something that took no time to get out of. Because, at the end of the day, this was a time for both of you to relieve stress. A chance to make up for lost time during the week when texts or phone calls didn’t help relieve the tension.

So, this look was for sure new.

“I thought you were going to wear something nice.” Emma turned around, walking away. Leaving you to close the door and kick off your shoes with a scoff.

“Well, if I was supposed to, I wasn’t informed,” you stated. Entering the living, you found Emma gathering her tiny little things and stuffing them in her purse. You sighed, collapsing on the couch as she disappeared into her bedroom. “Was your agent supposed to call or email me? I don’t know because there is barely any communication going on, Emma.”

“The last thing I need tonight is you being a smartass, all right?” She stepped out of her bedroom with a jacket now in her grasp. Placing it on the island and grabbing her phone, sending a quick text. She didn’t even seem present or aware of the underlying problem going on between the two of you.

And maybe you were being too lenient with her because she was an actress. She shared the screen with Jenna Ortega, someone you’d met. Her performance on Wednesday immediately shot her into the spotlight. There was no changing that and you could understand that her giving you time would be varied at times. But you knew her schedule. She told you everything so you could plan your trips to see her for a single night. There was no filming coming up that was on her timeline that could interfere with any of your guys’ time. So, her lack of energy with anything involving you was disheartening, to say the least.

“I’m stating the obvious, Em.” You sat up on the couch, hands clasping together. “You’re here one second then when I leave, I get nothing from you.” You laughed, leaning back into the cushioning. Its bland fabric smell invades your senses as you waved toward her. “Even when we do talk, the only substance is for one of us to cum and then we wait for the weekend.”

She sighed, tossing her phone onto the island. “I don’t want to talk about this right now, Y/n,” she deflected. “I just want to go to this diner and then we can spend the night here. So, get up and let’s get going-”

“C’mere.” Emma looked at you in question, raising a brow. You smiled, waving her over encouragingly.

It was annoying. How could you smile immediately after you showed a clear aggravation? Your resilience was a shining factor that Emma liked. Despite the fact that she demanded so much from you, somehow, you showed out. But it was also so damn annoying seeing that smile of yours when she was already feeling some sort of anger bubbling in her gut. “If we want to go out for dinner, we need to leave now-”

You groaned loudly, childishly, which silenced her abruptly. “Just c’mere, Em.”

The girl bit her bottom lip, looking at the door and then back at you. Compilation written over her expression before she exhaled heavily. She made her way over, heels clicking against the hardwood floors of her apartment.

She took the hand you held out for her, standing between your legs. Your hold was gentle despite how calloused your hands were. The roughness of it somehow comforted her. Because despite the static, she could always find safety in your faint friction.

And the flood of thoughts could be seen in your eyes, and she was the source of this trouble. She knew why and she didn’t like that she was the cause of this frustration in you. “If you’re never gonna make the initiative to see me, then at least treat me like I mean something to you,” you said. “Because you have 100 percent of me, but I don’t think that I get that from you.”

A harsh statement that had Emma holding her breath. Fingers freezing around the tiny thread she toyed with. But when she lowered her gaze, you promptly angled your head to keep it. “I don’t expect you to spend day in and day out with me on your mind but I can’t continue doing this if you aren’t going to give me a reason to keep going like this.”

Emma pursed her lips, blinking rapidly. There was something warm, yet, uncomfortable that filled the air. Something made her face flush forming tears to the brim in her eyes as the tip of her nose grew hot. Only further producing tears to roll down her cheeks.

You stared up at her sadly but full of understanding. “Don’t tell me everything, but give me something. If I drove 7 hours for nothing intimate, give me something to leave with.”

You rubbed soothing circles into her thighs. Further comforting her despite the clear tenseness in the air. “I’m scared you’ll leave,” she confessed shakily. “That’s why I keep my distance and don’t come to see you. It saves me the chance of getting too attached.”

That made you sigh, gently pulling the girl down so she was pressed against your chest. Face hidden in your neck with her warm tears wetting your shirt. “I just don’t want everything around me to become too much for you,” she wept, fingers curling handfuls of your shirt. “I care too much about you. I can’t imagine myself without you.”

A smile wanted to form just because that was all you wanted to hear–to know you meant something more than a fuck. But her body quivering and racking with soft cries made you stay present with her. Rubbing her back softly as you said, “You shouldn’t ever think about that. If you think it’s because of the press that surrounds you, I could care less. Those fuckers are the least of my worries.” you whispered softly into her hair. “I’m actually more scared of not being around because I think it might end up with you coming to kill me or something.”

Emma laughed softly, sniffling with her face retracting from your neck, quickly wiping her eyes. You leaned forward, holding her cheeks gently and smiling. Pressing a kiss on her forehead and saying, “I’m always going to be here, baby. Just treat me like I’m worth it.”

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" You are loved. " Pairing: Shuji Hanma / Female!Reader Word count: Drabble form. Content: menstrual intercourse, mentions of cunnilingus, nipple play, dirty talk, mentions of the menstrual cycle, mentions of menstrual pain, semi-fluff Author's Note: I just started mine today. Yay. Also, I feel as though Shuji might enjoy it. I was thinking Kisaki too but, for some reason Shuji is the one that has the obscure ideas when it comes to doing demon time activities. Hope you guys enjoy. Also, feel free to check out the blog. Thanks.

The man looks at you with a lustful gaze

You looked at him with a gazed that questioned his motive.

"This is a natural thing. Don't be ashamed of it." The excitement that crept through Shuji's voice now halts through a moan as he continues to thrust himself inside of you, walls tightening around him. "I love you regardless." A gentle kiss was placed on your forehead as he continued to stroke every sensitive nerve inside you.

It was that special time of the month for you. A full week of emotions going awry, plus the pain that pulsated through random times of the day. You could only wonder why Shuji would agree to this. Fully exposing himself to mother nature, embarrassment heating your cheeks. The protests that you made as Shuji continued to drag out his strokes made you whimper. Not to mention that the dull pain between your hips was subsiding temporarily. Medication could only help so much.

Heaven forbid that you accepted Shuji's advice on using marijuana to ease the pain.

As you lay in the bed with the pleasure mixing in with the pain, your body fully submits to pleasure as Shuji lowers his head to suck on one of your nipples. His tongue overlapping the bud made you rise from the bed, hinting him at your sensitivity during this time of the month. Smiling, Shuji dragged his tongue in lazy circles before suckling on them with nimbleness. Another whimper escapes your parted lips as you brought one of his hands to his hair, gently stroking the strands as he let out a small moan in reply.

"Shuji, fuck. Your tongue." You commented, not noticing the dull pain that was slowly creeping up again. A nuance of sorts.

"A pain in the ass that I can't eat you out," Shuji mutters to himself before going back to suckling your breasts, now having one of his hands fondling your sensitive mounds.

"Wearing a tampon, I could just eat this pussy from the outside and fuck you with my tongue. I know you love my tongue on your clit, baby." Shuji chuckled. "That's gross, Shuji." Your face showed a look of disgust yet, amused. The ideas that Shuji had when it comes to your pleasure seemed endless.

Such a man like himself would find alternatives to pussylicking.

The fullness overlapped with the dull aches of womanhood as you closed your eyes, basking in the feelings of Shuji stretching you out whole, the dirty talk, and the swelling emotions of wanting more than having his cock inside you.

Unfortunately, those have to wait for the time being. Even then, the satisfaction that you had for his loving nature was bigger than anything. A possibility that this man lacks high intelligence, you are still grateful for his understanding towards you as a woman. Days like this had more passion than anything of this world, and yet you didn't want to lose it, especially with a man like him. Unconditional love became something you two grew to be familiar with, inside and outside of the bedroom.

Let's hope that nights like this can get fulfilled with more moans, pants, and sounds of skin contact and kisses.

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vinxhwrites · 10 months

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I've had this idea in my drafts for a long time and only finished it today because I was procrastinating on the many many assignments I have for this week. I've never written smut before so I don't know what I'm doing, also I'm very sleepy so maybe it sucks, but here it is:

ghost x f!reader x soap

nsfw, +18

word count: 8.2k

cw: nsfw! lots of fluff, tiniest bit of h/c, smut in the end, unprotected sex (don't do it!); alcohol consumption, quite long descriptions of anxieties I guess; also not proofread, sorry

You enjoyed existing in the liminal space between something romantic and something purely friendly. You wanted to get to know every aspect of love, feel it from all directions, in all its forms.

You always wondered what exactly was the tipping point to make one thing turn into another. You wondered if it even existed, if experience could ever be restrained to one set type of relationship, if love could be divided into sections, named and labeled, put into existence and then put to death once things ended, instead of just being the overflowing unconditional force that you hoped it was.

In reality, of course, love can't be limited or restrained by words that aim to define, control or organize it. In practice, you've found it within yourself as something stronger, more nuanced, and freeing than you could've ever hoped it would be.

Ghost first heard Soap refer to you as his "nap buddy" over breakfast one day. He frowned, the first thought to cross his mind being whether the two of you were skipping work to take naps. But Soap went on, telling Gaz about how he'd been creeping into your bed at night when he couldn't sleep. "I feel like a baby, I swear" Ghost overheard him say "she'll just tell me stories until I fall asleep."

It all had started almost two months prior to that conversation, when you bumped into Soap in the corridor one night. You were both sleepy but suffering from insomnia. He shared little tips with you on what usually helped him: walking around, counting sheep, breath exercises; although he admitted this time none of it was working.

You explained your problem was the crippling anxiety that came with the insomnia sessions. You hated being alone with your thoughts during the dark moments of the night, which filled you with unreasonable angst.

You two walked around outside for a while. It was a cold night and you both started to shiver a bit. Soap rubbed his hand on your back in an attempt to warm you, but you concluded it was best to go back to your rooms. Then, as you approached your door, right beside his, you had an idea:

"Hey, I hope this doesn't sound too weird...but would you like to try to sleep with me?"

He smiled at you and accepted the invite.

At that moment, you navigated the perfect moment of sleepiness when rational thoughts can barely form, all that is left are the primary ideas, informed only by your senses and memories. The anxious voices of decent social conduct are far too tired to interject with your thoughts at this point. Anything can seem appropriate, nothing feels real and there is true bliss to be found somewhere.

That's why it felt so natural to curl up in bed with Soap that night, you rested your head on his shoulder and he held your hand. He caressed your hair before saying something nice about the way you smelled and closed his eyes. You surely talked for a bit, in whispers, but neither of you would be able to recall what the conversation was about if someone asked. And just like that, both of you were able to fall asleep in a few minutes of comfort.

It quickly developed into a habit for difficult nights, you now depended on these moments as if they were some kind of medicine. It surely didn't make the issue go away completely for either of you, but it sure was nice to find some comfort in each other's company. Having someone to talk to was a good distraction from your racing thoughts, it was easier to relax when you were with him. Plus, he didn't seem to mind how you jumped effortlessly from one topic to another, talking about anything that came to mind.

Soon, Soap started looking for you even before trying to fall asleep by himself, "preventive care" he explained with a smile when you'd open the door relatively early at night, looking a bit puzzled. You got into the habit of telling him stories, real and made-up, creating nice scenarios for his dreams.

You've let him kiss you a few times, but it never really went much further than that, even though it was no secret that he liked you as a bit more than a friend.

Part of the reason for your contentment with kisses was that both of you were almost always too tired to invest in more than that, but part of it was because of your resistance to changing your relationship dynamic. What you had built with him felt so stable in its tenderness that you were scared to risk losing it.

You've always felt, previously in life, that sex complicated things. Especially with men, especially when you thought they were your friends first, to later be heartbroken by the fact that they really just wanted to fuck you, and had no love to give. You really wished it would be different with him.

But Soap was well-versed in love, he wasn't scared of it. He fully embraced it, actually. Sometimes, while you played with your fingers through his hair, he'd make a point of telling you about his love, the depths of it, how much he could give you of it if you'd let him.

"But it's perfect like this" you cried, anytime he brought up the topic of sex, fearing the inevitable low after the high. Yet, to him sex was irremovable from love, it was the best way he knew how to demonstrate it.

He once told you that you made him feel like a teenager again, saying you were like his prudish high school girlfriend.

The furthest you've gone at this point was letting him finger you one night, just because he begged and whined so much. "I need to feel you" he said, out of breath from kissing you, and you just couldn't resist. It wasn't like you didn't desire him, you were scared doing it would make you want him more. And it did.

He licked his own fingers afterward, which made a moan escape from your mouth. He kissed you again before resting his head on your shoulder. Didn't ask for anything in return. Soap was a lover by definition. And the fact that he respected your boundaries made you treasure him even more.

"You know you can sleep with other people, right?" you assured him, afraid that he'd resent you if you kept him waiting.

"Yeah, but it's not the same thing" he replied.

You were on a first-name basis now, you called him Johnny and, when the two of you were alone, he called you "baby", even letting it slip in front of other people sometimes.

Ghost reprehended you for it one day when he heard it. Not Johnny, you. It was inadequate, he said, and made you apologize to him.

You thought Ghost was scary. It was in a similar manner to which you used to think your linguistics professor at University was scary: in a hot, sexy but very menacing way. You desired his approval and had the impression that you were never going to get it. His mere presence made your legs weak. Maybe it was the authority aspect that messed with your mind, or at least that's what you tried to justify to yourself.

He intimidated you more than anyone, constantly making you feel inadequate just by looking at you. It felt unfair to not even be able to see him properly most of the time, it made you feel naked in every interaction when he could see you so clearly. And on top of that, there was the constant staring: You were always under his watch if he was around as if he was constantly waiting for you to do something wrong. Plus, he seemed to be way more critical of you than he was of others, always questioning you or anything you did, and complaining about your skills or your lack of punctuality (even if you were late by just a minute).

"I think he hates me," you told Johnny one day. "I really do".

He chuckled in response. "He doesn't hate you. He's just really bad at expressing...anything"

"I think he's really good at expressing his hatred for me" you whined back "He doesn't treat you as badly".

"Well, baby, but you can't compete with me!" he smirked proudly "He loves me".

The truth is Ghost loved hearing you say "I'm sorry, sir" in a soft and exhausted voice, it tickled something inside him that he couldn't quite name. It was equally exciting and disturbing to him. But you didn't know that, which is why it caught you by surprise when he showed up at your door one night, as you were about to fall asleep.

Ghost wasn't one to sleep together, not even with the random people he had sex with on occasion. Sleep had always been a solitary activity to him, something he struggled with by himself.

The idea of having someone to sleep with, of it being such a comfort hadn't left his mind ever since he heard John talking about it at the table weeks before. He started to catch himself fantasizing about it, thinking about the warmth of having someone's body so close to him, if it'd be something to shield him from his nightmares. He started to wonder about how soft your skin must feel.

It was a foreign feeling to him, this yearning for something so intimate, but it got to a point where he just had to try it.

"Ghost?" you were confused. He wore sweatpants and a long-sleeved grey t-shirt, and still had a black balaclava on. He closed the door behind him.

"Johnny said you let him sleep with you sometimes" he cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable.

"Right" you responded, waiting for him to scold you for it. But he just stood there in silence "Would you like to sleep here too...?" you guessed amused after he let the silence hang for a bit too long.

He took a deep breath, "May I?" he asked.

"Sure, come here." you moved closer to the wall to make space for him. You couldn't help but smile as you felt him sit down on your bed, the heat coming from his body already making you want to get closer.

"You know I don't have sex with him, right?"

"I didn't come here for sex" he answered immediately, sounding almost offended, then sighed "I can't sleep''.

"OK" you said, already regretting having opened your mouth in the first place.

He laid down on his back beside you exhausted and took a deep breath. He removed his balaclava and put it on your nightstand. You noticed you were holding your breath, terrified of ruining this moment of intimacy.

"You'd better not snore" he said in a low voice, adjusting himself on your pillow with a hand behind his head and the other on his chest.

You chuckled a bit, letting yourself relax by his side. "I don't snore." you assured him "at least, not that I know of".

Ghost didn't answer you this time, and even in the dark you could see he had closed his eyes.

"Permission to touch you, sir?" you asked in a whisper after a few seconds of collecting your courage, craving to feel his skin.

That first night, he let you hold his hand while you two slept. It felt tiny and fragile on his. When he woke up sweating in the middle of the night, as he often did, his heart rate eased when he felt your presence by his side, it did feel different.

He avoided you like the plague for three days straight after that night, you thought he'd never look at you again. You thought you've done something wrong and scared him away. In reality, he was scared he'd poisoned himself by getting a taste of something so novel to him, and feared he'd become addicted to it.

He tried to go back to his regular routine, but now the emptiness of his bedroom felt even more evident, his bed felt colder. Then, when you were starting to become at peace with the anxiety that had built up in your stomach at this point, he showed up at your door again.

This time he didn't say anything after you agreed to let him in, feeling absolutely defeated. He laid on his side, his back turned to you. You asked if you could touch him once more and when he agreed you threw your arm around his torso, cuddling him. He felt a goosebump as your breath touched his back.

And he wouldn't tell you, but when he woke up he couldn't remember the last time he'd had such a good night of sleep.

You told Johnny about it the next day as casually as possible, fearing to find a trace of jealousy in his eyes. But instead, they seemed to brighten with delight. "See, I told you he didn't hate you" he smiled.

For the next few weeks, your lieutenant started being kinder to you, albeit in his own way. He stopped reprehending you for stupid reasons, gave you a little pat on the back when you did well during training, and even made you a cup of tea once when he heard Gaz comment that you had a cold one day, putting it in front of you at the table and walking away without saying a word.

You discovered him to be someone more playful than you previously imagined, witty even. The affection you had for him grew stronger with each passing day, as your impression of him morphed into something new, and you just couldn't keep it to yourself. But, unlike Johnny, who loved being touched, Ghost had serious boundaries. Most times you could tell you'd overstepped. He'd let you know it immediately: removing your hand from his face if you touched it, clearly stating "don't" if you ever dared to try to touch his hair, he'd move his hand away when you started to mindlessly draw circles on it with your fingers, and - the only aspect that didn't make you feel completely rejected - pushing you away slightly in bed if you ever got close enough to feel the solid volume in his pants.

For him, physical touch tended to be a utilitarian exchange: maybe he'd get a pat on the shoulder for doing a good job, he'd get kisses and caresses when someone used him for sex, he'd get injured during combat, but your touch was something new: it made no practical sense, there was no transaction to be made, no endpoint, it was just affection for the sake of affection. He didn't know what to do with it.

As your intimacy deepened, Ghost revealed to you that suffered from terrible migraines every once in a while and got into the habit of coming to sleep with you on those days, although he did complain every single time that your constant rambling on different topics made his head hurt even more. He'd retract the statement as soon as you stopped talking though.

One day, when he was in a particularly terrible mood, you offered him a massage. "What good will that do, huh?" he grunted "You just want to touch me"

You chuckled "well, that is partially true, sir" and he smiled behind his balaclava. But you insisted, proceeding to explain how the tension on his neck muscles could be causing the headaches, or at least making them worse, and that was enough to convince him to let you do it.

"It doesn't work if you don't try to relax" you said, pressing your fingers to the base of his neck. You were sitting on the bed, back rested on your pillow, with him between your legs, his back turned to you.

"I'm trying" he mumbled.

"Come on, deep breaths," you said, and you knew immediately that he was probably rolling his eyes. "Come on" you insisted patiently, massaging just the right spot on the back of his shoulders as he let out a low moan, letting his head rest forward.

"See, isn't it better?" you said enthusiastically.

"Stop talking" he grunted, which you did, continuing to massage him in silence.

It took you by surprise when you felt his thumb lightly caress your right ankle, it was a timid touch, and you felt afraid he would stop if you moved, even though that leg felt a bit numb already.

You could feel his body melt under your touch bit by bit, letting more of his weight rest on you. He forgot about his headache, only focused on the delicious slumber that took over his body now.

"You're gonna have to do this every day now" he muttered, eyes closed.

"I'll gladly do it" you assured him, treasuring the way he seemed so relaxed now. You had to fight the urge to put a kiss on his neck with all your might.

That night he held you like a pillow, resting his head on your stomach. You slowly pulled his mask up, waiting to see if there'd be any resistance, but there wasn't.

He shivered when you then touched his hair. It felt soft. You scratched his head gently with your nails and he savoured the foreign feeling that it caused.

"You little demon" he whispered, surrendering completely to your touch.

Ghost knew what love was supposed to look like. He just wasn't that sure about how it felt to receive it anymore. The more he thought about it, the more he was under the impression that he lacked the vocabulary to express it.

Once, when working in complete silence next to him, filling and writing reports, you asked:

"Can you take a look at this, sir?" you held the paper in front of him.

"You know you can call me Simon" he said, eyes still fixed on his papers.

"I didn't actually." you said and he looked at you, you could notice a quick smile appear on his eyes.

"Ok, now you know."

You smiled and he moved his gaze back to the papers in front of him.

"Can you take a look at this, Simon?" you repeated, and this time he looked up and happily took the paper from your hand.

Simon had never really tried anything besides actual sleep with you, and you were terrified of initiating it yourself and getting rejected. But sometimes you could feel the imminence of something, nothing clear or distinct, just the way the silence of the room felt different, a change in the pace of his breathing or a slight shift in the atmosphere. On these moments you'd feel like he could turn you over and fuck you at any second. It fed the anticipation in your chest, but it never happened.

You wondered, at times, if you were somehow able to read his thoughts in cryptic ways and that's how you'd know he was thinking about fucking you.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked in a whisper one of these nights.

"Why do you care?" his response was immediate, defensive. Your fantasies definitely weren't supported by his lack of attention to your romantic attempts.

"Just wondering" you shrugged. "Are you not going to tell me?"

He looked at you, and even in the dark you could tell he was smiling "No".

You prayed that he would kiss you, just a little bit would be enough. But, of course, he didn't.

"I was thinking about you, in case you were wondering," you said casually a few moments later, gazing at his face. You were getting sloppier with hiding your feelings for him, he couldn't possibly not see it.

He chuckled quietly at your response, "Stop flirting with me" he said and you felt your cheeks turn red, "you should get some sleep" he suggested then, shutting off the conversation. And, as if he intended to get you a bit more confused, he lightly caressed your hair.

Sometimes you'd wish he'd just reject you once and for all so you could move on. But the more you thought about your love the more you wanted to cultivate it and share it with him, the same way you felt you could share with Johnny. And if Simon didn't want it, so be it. It felt like, and it was, a big act of bravery on your part. At least you'd be able to comfort yourself on the fact that you loved, it grew and flourished inside you, and it was a beautiful thing.

It got to the point where one of them was occupying your bed almost every day of the week, people were starting to catch on to it. You knew the day would come when they'd both show up and the thought alone made you nauseous, at least until it actually happened.

You held your breath when you heard Johnny's steps approaching your door, even before he knocked on it.

"Come in" Simon said before you could even react.

Johnny tilted his head for a second, looking amused at the scene of his lieutenant cuddling you. He closed the door behind him and took off his slippers, then he approached your bed to lay down beside you.

You held your breath when you saw Johnny rest his neck on Simon's extended arm so nonchalantly. Simon didn't move his arm. You couldn't exactly name what is it that you feared at that moment, the next few moments of silence translated into nervousness within you. Johnny took your arm and casually put your hand on his chest.

"So," he said, looking at Simon playfully "Are you trying to steal her from me?"

Simon chuckled "Didn't know she was yours to steal".

The tension you felt was not shared between them.

"You could've come to sleep with me, lieutenant," Johnny said, he sounded almost offended that Simon would have preferred to sleep with you.

"Back at you, Johnny" he murmured, closing his eyes, making Johnny smile from ear to ear.

You knew your bed surely wasn't made for three, but you managed to make it comfortable. You woke up lying on top of Johnny like a baby, your chest to his, while Simon laid on his side with one arm thrown around you.

That night, Johnny could almost feel his heart flutter and twirl inside his chest. It was perfect. He had so much love to give, he couldn't wait to share it. To him, Love was generous and ever-giving, it was infinite, it overpowered him and he gladly let it.

To Simon, on the other hand, Love was a terrifying force he feared would take over him completely if he let it. He feared it could destroy him, or, even worse, he would destroy it. But, at moments like this one, he couldn't help but let love overflow in his heart, couldn't resist the warmth both of you shared from entering his own body.

Throughout the whole following day, you felt a sweet anticipation for something in your stomach, being only able to think about how nice it had felt to be surrounded by both of them. How you wished you could stay in that state forever, unmoved.

At night, Johnny curled up in bed with you, resting his head on your chest after a tiring day. He seemed almost disappointed to find you alone when he came in, he smiled while he kissed you nonetheless.

He inundated you with questions that gradually turned into whines: did you sleep with him? what do you mean you don't even kiss? what are you doing? don't you find him attractive? why don't you just ask him? do you think we should go after him? why not? let's knock on his door! why not?!

You were able to dissuade him from these impulsive thoughts eventually, stroking your fingers through his hair and recommending that he do the same as you and try to stop thinking about it. It was for the best, you assured him, trying to convince yourself of it, too. He yielded at last, but he wasn't pleased.

"Do you even want me?" he asked with a sigh

"Of course I do." you replied, almost offended at the question "You know I do."

"Doesn't feel like it sometimes" he muttered.

You took a deep breath before taking him through your typical monologue, practically memorized at this point, on your reasons for keeping things as they were - no sex - would be better. The more you talked, the less you found yourself believing in your own words. Still, you tried to make him care for the utter shape of your relationship as it was, in an eternal transient state of a romantic friendship that never lost itself. "That sounds terrible, bonnie" he said, but you insisted he just didn't understand.

"I'm sensitive, Johnny." you tried to explain yourself "I can't stand the thought of ruining what we have."

"Seems like you can't stand the thought of improving them" he sighed.

You knew he had been sleeping with other people, and the thought soothed you more than anything. He never lied to you about it when you asked, and it was comforting to see his heart still belonged to you. You tried to imagine yourself as something separate entirely.

He traced his fingers down to your waist, then hips, and back to your shoulders, letting his hand linger on your breast.

"Don't you want it, baby? Not even a little bit?"

"I do, Johnny" you admitted, not immune to the desire that kept itself alive inside you.

"Haven't you been dreaming about it...?" he continued, his voice lower than before as his fingers played with your hair "Huh? You, me and Simon?"

Your eyes widened at his words, even though you had, in fact, been thinking about it constantly ever since the first night that Simon slept with you.

"That would be a mess" you murmured, telling him what you kept telling yourself.

Johnny chuckled, "a hot, delicious fucking mess?" he suggested.

"Just a regular mess" you lied.

"Just think about it, alright?" he eventually said, resting his head back on your chest.

"Okay." you promised before turning off the light on your nightstand..

"I love you, baby. Truly." he whispered in the dark "There's nothing for you to be afraid of."

"I love you too, Johnny"

Part of you knew it was a silly decision to insist on depriving yourself of pleasure, things were already messy enough. There was no saving any naivety of a friendship that hadn't been merely a friendship from the start, and refusing to admit that you did, in fact, have physical desires toward them was, perhaps, just making things worse. You made a mental note to search for a therapist when you got back home, perhaps dig into whatever religious guilt you seemed to have inherited to drive your decisions.

Nevertheless, you were able to remain firm in your decision. At least until two days later, when everyone went out for drinks at night after a long day.

The sky was dark grey when you left the base to go to the bar. The space was crowded, but comfortable. You knew almost everyone there and quickly settled with some friends.

After one and a half beers Johnny was already getting touchy with you by the counter.

"Have you thought about what I said?"

You nodded and he got closer to you, hands on your waist, "And will you let me make love to you?" he asked softly in your ear.

"Maybe I will" you confessed, already feeling a bit tipsy.

"Come on, bonnie" he insisted, hands on your waist "You know I've been dying to fuck you."

You felt as if your legs would melt right then and there. And, even with your back turned to him, you felt Simon's oppressive stare on you. You turned to find him across the bar.

You both looked at him, sitting at the table next to Price, who seemed to be talking to him, even though his attention laid somewhere else. His hair was covered by a black hoodie, but he didn't cover his face. He grinned at you playfully, taking a sip of the cold beer in his hand.

Johnny followed your gaze and smirked at Simon, then looked back at you with a devilish smile. "I'm gonna get Ghost to come with me" he said and you froze in place.

"I don't think that's a good idea," you plead, already feeling the palms of your hands sweat. What is it exactly that you feared? You didn't really know. It felt childish to be this scared of your own desires.

"I think he's into it" Johnny said, winking at you.

"I don't think so." you grew a bit nervous "I don't think he wants me like that"

Johnny just chuckled in response. "Sure" he said sarcastically. "I can't believe you think that's possible, baby".

You looked around the room nervously, the idea made your stomach turn.

"Tell me you don't want it." he said, suddenly looking at you with a serious expression "Just tell me you don't want it and I won't say anything to him. I'll drop it."

But you couldn't say anything, which made him smile before taking another sip of his beer. Johnny pecked a kiss on your cheek, before leaving you to sit at the table beside Simon.

Although you couldn't pinpoint what exactly caused you so much anxiety, you did notice that it mixed into a twisted excitement.

You watched as they interacted with each other, leaning closer to talk, smiling, and laughing lightly. They looked so pretty you couldn't believe such a dreamy scenario would become a reality to you. Johnny touched Simon's arm and whispered something to him, he grinned and looked at you.

You tried to pretend you hadn't been staring at him the whole time, suddenly feeling a lot of interest in the bottle in your hand and then the conversation that took place between the colleagues beside you.

You tried to distract yourself the rest of the night, interacting with other people and trying your best to focus on different subjects, other people's lives and problems, it was very hard considering that yours seemed to be about to become so much more exciting than anything your friends had been up to.

Johnny didn't seem to want to leave Simon's side anymore, they were engaged in conversation with Price and Gaz at the table on the corner of the bar for what felt like hours to you.

It was pouring rain outside by the time you gave yourself a little tipsy pep talk in the dirty restroom mirror. You told yourself you looked attractive enough, beautiful even. Nothing to worry about.

When you came back, you were so immersed in your own thoughts that you didn't even notice when Simon sat on the barstool beside you.

"What are you thinking about?" you heard his low voice behind you.

You turned around to look at him, feeling blood rush to your cheeks "Didn't see you there"

"Are you not going to tell me?" he repeated your words from the other night with a playful smirk, to which you frowned. He leaned a little closer to you to whisper in a high-pitched voice "I'm thinking about you".

"I don't sound like that"

"Yes, you do" he chuckled.

You took a deep breath before answering, echoing his own words back to him: "Well, you should stop flirting with me"

"I don't think you want me to stop" he grinned, and you wished you knew exactly what Johnny had said to him. "Do you?"

"No," you said frankly "no, I don't."

It was almost 2am when Johnny pointed his head to the door, signaling it was time to leave. Simon was already outside, and you were already soaking wet even before you left the covered environment of the bar.

You thought your heart was trying to jump out of your chest when Simon opened his bedroom door later that night, and felt both of the men you loved follow you inside.

You closed your eyes when you felt both of Simon's hands hold you by the shoulders from behind, as he got closer to you "are you OK, love?" he asked against your neck, the softest you've heard him speak, with the remains of alcohol on his breath. He placed a kiss on your shoulder and you rested your head against his chest.

You nodded, your body burning in anticipation. "Will you guys stop if I don't feel well?" you asked, your voice was almost a whisper.

The anxiety about the implications and consequences of this was already set on your chest. Now there was nothing else to do, no escaping the disturbance this would cause to your life. At this point, stopping would be much worse. Your desires had already manifested, they had been spoken, and transformed, there was nothing left to do but give in to it.

The violent rumbles of lightning bolts shook the sky outside, and sudden flashes of light illuminated the room at an unpredictable frequency. Your eyes had adjusted to the dim light of the room, and the darkness felt comforting, providing an atmosphere of otherworldliness to the room, you could almost imagine this scene took place in a different reality and try not to worry about it.

"Of course" Johnny answered and Simon nodded with his face on your neck.

Johnny kissed you first while Simon held you, his familiar lips searching urgently for you in the dark. You had one hand on his neck, while the other held tight to Simon's, afraid to lose his touch. Johnny looked at him with a smile before grabbing you by the waist and turning you around so that you faced Simon.

"What do you want me to do to you?" Simon asked, looking deep into your eyes, his tone was soft, the question genuine.

“Will you please kiss me?” you cried.

He took your hands in his and kissed them, the small sounds of his kisses covering your fingers and wrists. Then, finally, he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You felt your heart could explode at any second. You cupped his face with both hands and caressed his skin.

The kiss was soft at first, almost hesitant. His tongue was warm and smooth on yours and he tasted like beer and cigarettes.

You heard when Johnny unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants behind you, grabbing and pulling your hips so you could feel the volume in his underwear, you moaned into Simon's mouth.

Johnny left wet kisses on your neck, making you shiver as he pulled up your t-shirt. Simon cupped your breasts in his hands as soon as he saw them, quickly struggling to free them from your bra, peppering kisses on your chest and nipples.

Simon kneeled in front of you and pulled your pants down, helping you remove your shoes along with them, then smiling at you before kissing over your panties.

You rested your head on Johnny's chest and trusted that his strong grip on your waist would be enough to keep you in place because you barely made any effort to stand anymore.

You hummed when Simon's tongue first touched you, drawing small circles around your clit. Johnny groaned in your ear, pressing his hips against yours, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this horny in his life. His hands danced around your body until, feeling very bold from the alcohol, he moved one of his hands down to stroke Simon's hair.

"tastes so good, doesn't she?' he asked, to which Simon nodded, burying his face deeper between your thighs.

Your mind seemed to finally quiet, you wouldn't be able to form a coherent thought if you tried now. You could feel Simon's desire to devour you.

He slipped a finger inside you, moaning back when you did. He moved his lips back to your clit, sucking it with just enough intensity to make your legs tremble. And, as if he knew, just as you were about to come undone on his touch, Simon stopped, standing up again to kiss you, you whined in protest against his lips, but it was useless.

They exchanged glances and Johnny wet his own lips.

"Let me see you ride him, love" Simon whispered in your ear, eyes fixed to his. And you obeyed.

Johnny quickly removed the rest of his own clothes and lead you to Simon's bed by your hand.

He laid down, but you stood there looking at his body for a moment. He looked so beautiful lying naked in front of you, the low light that came from the window was only enough to highlight the contrast of his features. You couldn't believe you had actually been this stupid to deny yourself from him for so long. You bit your own lip at the sight, his eyes brightened with passion. "Go on" Simon encouraged behind you.

You spread kisses to his chest before sitting on him. You tried to do it slowly, making him roll his eyes back, getting used to the size of it little by little. You both gasped with pleasure when you finally took him in completely.

“You’re so tight, baby” he groaned when you started to move.

You could hear Simon ditching his own clothes somewhere behind you. Then you felt him behind you, one of his big hands gently holding your waist. Simon used his other hand to put one finger in your mouth and you sucked on it, making Johnny audibly moan under you.

You froze immediately when you felt his naked body touch yours, his hardened cock poked the skin of your lower back.

"Relax, I won't do anything you don't want" he assured you in a low voice against your neck. You received wet kisses on your back and shoulders.

Johnny moaned, his fingers tracing your thighs "Feels so good like that" he purred, and you nodded in agreement. He grabbed your hips but Simon quickly slapped his hands away.

Johnny blinked, confused, but then smirked when Simon started to guide your movements by the hips, slowly and gradually changing the speed to fit what you seemed to respond better to. He guided your body on Johnny in a way that made his cock touch you precisely in the right places. You barely had to do any work, so you rested your head on Simon's chest, only opening your eyes to watch Johnny's face under you.

Johnny rubbed his thumb softly on your clit, making very small movements around it. You moved accordingly, enjoying the way the pressure created a response deep within your stomach. You panted on top of him, exhausted but eager to continue, your body guiding you toward release.

The obscene sounds you made were thankfully muffled by the heavy rain outside. You felt your orgasm reach you with the growing rumbles in the sky, which eventually resulted in a violent lightning, not that far from the window. You let your body rest on Simon's chest after the wave of pleasure washed over you.

"You did so good, bonnie" Johnny sat up to kiss your face, and laid back down.

Simon pulled your hips back gently, indicating you should stand on your knees. Intuitively, you positioned yourself so that you could put your lips around Johnny's cock. He closed your eyes when you did.

"Look at her, Johnny" Simon ordered.

He held your hips firmly in place, then pressed into you slowly, savoring how the wet heat between your legs welcomed him.

Johnny had his head resting on one of his arms, his free hand lazily stroking your face as he watched you struggle to fit him in your mouth. He tried his best to be obedient and focus only on you, but his eyes kept looking up curiously, dying to watch Simon's face as he fucked you.

"God, you feel so fucking good" he whimpered before he started moving his hips, filling you completely with every thrust. You could feel his length messing up your insides and you were grateful to have Johnny's cock keeping you silent.

Simon traced his fingers down your spine, around your waist, then back to your neck. He gently stroked your head and grabbed your hair. You thought he'd pull it, but Simon just pressed the back of your head deeper on Johnny's cock, pulling you back when you gagged, then repeating the same movement again and again. Johnny closed his eyes in an effort not to come so soon from the view alone.

You gave up on your own body for a moment, forgot it was yours to control in the first place, letting it be taken by all their movements like one gets taken by the current at sea.

"'m gonna cum if you keep this up" Johnny announced in a low voice, and you weren't sure if he was talking to you or Simon, but the latter let go of his grip on your hair, unsure of what you wanted to do with that information. You kept going on your own now, until you felt Johnny pulse inside your mouth.

He let out a soft moan as he watched you swallow it. His body finally relaxed on the bed and you felt his fingers search your head and caress your hair.

Simon's movements became slower, almost nonexistent, and you anxiously moved your hips against him to alleviate the desire in your core.

"Don't stop" you begged in a small voice, resting your head on Johnny's thigh, but he did stop. Simon gently pulled your hips back and switched your body so that you were facing him.

"Lay down" he instructed, "I wanna see you".

Johnny's arms guided you to lay on top of him, your back to his chest. He kissed and caressed your head lazily while Simon spread your legs, sinking into you with a grunt.

You moaned loudly when you felt him entirely inside you again.

“Shh!” both of them reprehended you, and Johnny quickly covered your mouth with his hand.

"You wanted him to fuck you like this, huh?" he asked close to your ear and you nodded, unable to speak anything other than little moans that were muffled by his palm. Simon looked at you directly in the eyes, his face subtly contorting in pleasure with every little sound you made.

He pushed into you slowly, delighting himself in the warmth of having you wrapped around him. He tried to memorize the feeling of having your skin against his so he could dwell on it later.

Johnny uncovered your mouth to kiss you, moving his hand to hold you at your waist. The familiar feel of his tongue was both comforting and exciting, your lips searched for his with noticeable hunger. You didn't think you could possibly get more aroused at this point.

You rested your head on Johnny's shoulder, closing your eyes and feeling your body relax now that you've gotten more used to Simon's size inside you.

"Eyes open, love" Simon demanded, and you obeyed.

He kept his gaze on your eyes until he couldn't resist moving on to Johnny's anymore. They looked at each other for what felt like too long, Simon's thrusts into you got more intense, and it made you wonder if you were simply the vessel through which they fucked each other at that instant.

Johnny, who had his hands wandering around your body, now moved them from your breasts to caress Simon's chest on top of you, at first in shy quasi-accidental strokes, and then shamelessly grabbing at his waist, scratching nails on his back once he got a positive reaction.

He pressed his hand against the lower part of your stomach, right where you could feel Simon's cock attempting to tear you open with every thrust, you moaned into Simon's mouth as you felt Johnny getting hard under your body again. Your arousal was dripping down his crotch, his chest already wet from your sweat.

"Hm you're taking him so well, baby" Johnny whispered in your ear and you watched as Simon's eyes darkened at the sound of the words.

You’d lost track of time and sense of space completely. It was so unbelievably indulgent it almost felt wrong, as if you couldn't possibly be allowed to experience this much pleasure all at once in life.

You felt you’d reached some new sense of consciousness in which you did not belong to your body anymore, you've transcended into something else, something in complete harmony with them and their own bodies around you. You were certain for a moment that, if you tried or wanted to, you'd be able to read their minds and communicate without words.

The utter feeling of Love just invaded you in the form of radiating happiness, an epiphany planted in your heart, as if you had been stung by Eros himself and you felt yourself capable of reaching an orgasm without your body. All of a sudden the whole universe seemed to become clear and there were no questions you couldn't answer if you wanted, any doubt you had was gone, and any anxiety dissipated. You almost felt like laughing, relishing - for what was probably the first time - in the wonder of cloudless thoughts.

Simon dropped the support of his hands to his forearms, getting impossibly closer and resting his torso on top of you, the cold and metallic touch of his dog tags against your chest sent a shiver down your spine. Johnny’s hands moved from his waist to your hips, grinding you on top of his hardened cock in search of some relief, which was positioned between your ass cheeks.

You drunkenly intercalated kisses between the two of them, feeling absolutely in control until Simon locked your neck in place with his hand, choking you a little before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Open” he demanded and you did.

He spit saliva into your mouth and, before you could swallow it, Johnny urgently pulled your face to kiss you, desperately licking your tongue.

"Fuck, Johnny" Simon grunted, digging even deeper into you, attempting to get even closer, making your toes curl. He leaned over and kissed Johnny, and you felt him instantly melt under you. His hands left your body to cup Simon's face.

They moaned into their kisses. You almost felt inadequate being there, as if you weren't supposed to witness that much intimacy, but the thought quickly died down when Simon's lips found yours again, leaving Johnny breathless, and he sealed you back into their little universe.

Your back arched when Johnny moved his fingers to your clit again, you barely needed any stimulation at this point, your legs were tense locked around Simon's hips.

"Come on, baby" Johnny purred in your ear "Let me see you cum all over his cock".

Almost as if on command, you did. The high building up in your lower stomach finally reached its breaking point and crashed into your body in waves of ecstasy. Simon moaned as he felt your entire body pulse and relax under him, he jerked faster into you and then quickly pulled out.

Johnny moved you away from him so that your back rested on the mattress with both of them towering over you, stroking themselves. Simon's eyes rolled back as he came on top of you, a heavy moan leaving his throat as he covered you with the warm gooey liquid that dripped from him.

The sheer sight of it, along with your little moans, was almost enough to get Johnny off immediately, and it only took a few strokes to make him cum again.

You watched them as Simon gently cleaned a bit of his own semen off of Johnny's abdomen with his thumb. He brought the finger close to his face in an offer, and Johnny obediently opened his mouth and sucked it off, receiving a pat on his head and a satisfied smile from his superior afterward.

You laid there exhausted while they cleaned you with tissues, getting little gentle kisses on your skin every once in a while. Simon turned you around on the bed and wiped a soft tissue on your face, removing the remains of mascara you had under your eyes.

It took you a few minutes to eventually get up and use the bathroom, Simon had one all to himself, which meant you didn't have to put your clothes back on.

When you came back, they were both still naked on the bed. Johnny was already asleep, a permanent smile stamped on his face, being only partially covered by the sheets.

"Come here" Simon whispered to you, and you gently climbed over Johnny's body to rest in the space between them.

Johnny sleepily arranged his arms around you, one over your waist and the other under the crease of your neck, his fingers reaching to caress Simon's hair.

Simon kissed your forehead. "This feels nice" he murmured, almost too quietly for you to hear. You looked up to kiss his lips again and rested your head on the pillow, wishing you wouldn't have to get up the next morning.

(now that this is out of my system I can finally move on with my life).

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