#the door is broken n u open it without a key

[shyoko]

Getting in a fight with ot7 and it being super angsty? Like they say something super hurtful to reader and immediately regret it ( ˘ ³˘)♥

☆Getting in a figth with ENHYPEN. ☆

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

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N/a: I hope you like it a lot, sorry for the wait. Love u! 🩷

✦ Part 2 ✦𓂃

Heeseung☆

You had tried to ignore it. To convince yourself that it wasn’t a big deal, that it shouldn’t affect you so much. You knew it was part of his job, that he had always been this way with his fans. But every smile, every glance, every affectionate gesture he gave them made you feel invisible.

Today, you finally couldn’t take it anymore.

The sound of the door opening pulled you out of your thoughts. Heeseung walked in with the same calmness as always, unaware of the lump in your throat or the storm burning in your chest. He walked to the couch, set his backpack down, and sat beside you, resting his head on your shoulder with a sigh.

For a moment, you hesitated. Maybe this wasn’t the right time. Maybe you should wait…

No. If you didn’t talk about it now, you might never do it.

“Heeseung, can we talk?” you murmured, gently moving him away from your shoulder.

He tensed instantly.

“I don’t think this is the right time,” he replied without looking at you. “I’m exhausted.”

His dry tone hit you straight in the chest. All the patience you had planned to approach this with vanished instantly.

“I don’t like the way you interact with your fans,” you blurted out. “If I didn’t know you, I’d think they were your girlfriends.”

Heeseung let out a dry, incredulous laugh.

“Do you even hear yourself? You’re acting like a child.”

He stood up from the couch, turning his back to you.

“Is this how you solve problems?” you asked, standing up as well. “By ignoring them?”

He froze but said nothing.

“I just want to talk,” you continued. “To tell you how I feel, how I’ve been feeling all these months.”

Finally, he turned to look at you. His expression had hardened, his gaze sharp.

“I warned you before we started dating.”

“Yeah, but…”

“There’s no ‘but,’” he cut you off coldly. “This is my job. You accepted it. It’s not my fault if you don’t like it now, but there’s nothing I can do.”

His words felt like a stab to the heart.

You felt your eyes burn with tears, and before you could stop them, they rolled down your cheeks.

Then, he said it.

“I don’t even know why I started this with you. I was better off alone, without having to worry about whether my actions affect you or not.”

The final blow.

Heeseung turned and disappeared into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

You stood there, heart shattered. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think. You could only feel the emptiness his words left in your chest.

Without thinking twice, you grabbed your bag and walked out of the house, shutting the door firmly behind you. You needed to leave. To get away from him.

The cold night air hit your face as you reached your car. Trembling, you pulled the keys from your pocket, but before you could open the door, a hand caught your wrist.

“Don’t go… please.”

His voice was broken.

You looked up and found him there, his eyes glistening, his face pale, his chest rising and falling with desperation.

“Stop, let me go,” you whispered, pulling your hand free with a gentle tug. “You already made it clear you were better off without me.”

“I didn’t mean it…” His grip trembled. “I don’t want a life without you. I don’t want to be without you… please, let’s talk.”

Small tears welled up in his eyes.

“I love you. I don’t know why I said that… Stay with me, okay?”

He clung to your waist, holding you tightly, as if afraid you would disappear into thin air.

“Heeseung, let me go,” you whispered, feeling the pain settle in your chest. “You said you were better off alone, and now you think a simple ‘I’m sorry’ is enough to fix everything?”

He froze, feeling his world crumble around him.

“But…”

“No buts,” you cut him off, your voice trembling. “I need time. Alone.”

You pulled away from him and got into the car, ignoring his desperate pleas.

You were dying to hold him. To talk. To fix things.

But you knew how these things worked.

People don’t appreciate what they have until they lose it.

jay☆

Jay had been distant lately, short replies, ignored messages, and canceled calls. You tried to be understanding, but the weight of being overlooked grew heavier, especially when you saw him laughing with friends online while leaving you on read.

Today was the breaking point.

Sitting on his couch, you waited as he stayed glued to his phone, not even greeting you with a smile.

“Jay, can we talk?”

For the first time that night, he lifted his gaze from the screen and sighed, resting his elbow on his knee as he ran a hand down his face.

“About what?”

His tone was dry, distant. That only made the lump in your throat tighten even more.

“About… us.”

He clicked his tongue and leaned back on the couch, resting his head against the cushion.

“I don’t think this is the right time for this,” he muttered, not even looking at you.

You bit your lip, feeling frustration bubble up inside you.

“Then when is the right time, Jay? Because every time I try to talk to you, there’s always something more important.”

His jaw tensed, but he said nothing.

“I feel like I’m losing you,” you admitted in a small voice, hoping, praying, that at least that would make him react.

But instead, he let out a dry, emotionless laugh.

“Don’t be dramatic.”

Your heart sank.

“Dramatic? Jay, you barely talk to me lately. You don’t call, you don’t check in… I feel like you don’t want me around.”

He sighed in exasperation and finally looked at you, but his expression wasn’t what you expected. There was no guilt, no concern… just exhaustion.

“I don’t know what you expect from me,” he finally said. “I can’t be checking in on you all the time.”

Silence.

His words hit like a punch to the stomach.

It wasn’t just what he said, it was how he said it. The indifference in his eyes, the coldness in his tone. As if everything you had been feeling these past few days had been an overreaction, as if you were asking for too much.

“I’m not asking you to check in on me all the time,” you whispered, your vision blurring with tears. “I just want to know if I still matter to you.”

He didn’t answer.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You stood up, grabbing your bag, determined to leave before the tears fell. You walked to the door without looking back, but just as your hand touched the doorknob, you felt a tug on your wrist.

“Don’t go.”

Jay’s voice no longer sounded indifferent. There was urgency in his tone, a desperation you hadn’t heard in weeks.

“Let me go, Jay.”

You tried to pull your hand away, but he held on tighter.

“I didn’t mean that,” he said quickly, his eyes scanning your face anxiously. “I don’t know why I said it. I don’t want this to end, I don’t want you to leave.”

The first tear slipped down your cheek, and he rushed to wipe it away with his thumb—but you turned your face away.

“Now you care?”

He swallowed hard, his jaw clenching.

“I’ve always cared. I was just… an idiot.”

“Yes, you were.”

Jay closed his eyes for a second, as if his own words had hit him.

“Give me another chance. Stay.”

His hands clung to yours, his grip unsteady, almost pleading. But as much as it hurt to see him like this, you knew you couldn’t give in so easily.

“It’s not that simple, Jay. You can’t treat me like I’m disposable and then ask me to stay when you see I’m actually willing to leave.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“Then you should’ve thought about that before.”

Jay fell silent. His hands loosened their grip, giving you the chance to step back.

“I need time.”

Jay shook his head, as if the very thought of being without you was impossible to accept.

“How long?”

“I don’t know.”

He clenched his fists but slowly nodded, realizing he had no choice but to accept your decision.

You took one last look at his desperate expression before stepping out the door.

Jake☆

Arguments with Jake were rare. He had always been the kind of person who soothed rather than provoked, the type to fix things with soft words and warm embraces rather than sharp remarks. But this time… this time was different.

"You always do this!" you exploded, frustration bubbling over before you could stop yourself.

Jake exhaled sharply, his fingers raking through his hair as he paced the living room. His usual patience, the quiet calm that you loved so much, was nowhere to be found.

"Do what?" he shot back, his voice harsher than you’d ever heard it. "Try to do everything right and still never be enough for you?"

His words slammed into you like a brick wall.

Your breath caught in your throat. "Is that what you think?" you murmured, barely able to recognize your own voice.

Jake clenched his jaw, but he didn’t take it back. The silence that followed was deafening.

And then, he spoke again.

"Maybe you’d be better off with someone else."

Everything around you seemed to freeze. The air felt heavier, suffocating. The walls of the apartment, which had always felt like home, now felt too small, pressing in on you from all sides.

For a second, Jake didn’t seem to realize what he had just said. It had slipped out—reckless, thoughtless, cutting deeper than either of you could have anticipated. But then he saw it. The way your face crumbled. The way your eyes, wide with disbelief, filled with tears you refused to let fall.

His breath hitched. "No…" His voice wavered, panic replacing the anger that had been fueling him just moments ago. "No, wait, I didn’t mean that."

But you were already moving. Already reaching for your bag, your fingers shaking as you slung it over your shoulder.

Jake was in front of you in an instant, blocking your path to the door. His hands, the same hands that had always held you so gently, now trembled as they reached for you.

"Please," he begged, his voice hoarse. "Please don’t go."

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

"Baby," he pleaded, stepping closer. His eyes were glossy, his chest rising and falling erratically. "I swear, I didn’t mean it. I was angry. I wasn’t thinking."

His fingers brushed against your wrist, desperate to hold on, but you pulled away as if his touch burned. You swallowed hard, willing yourself not to break.

"You don’t say things like that if you don’t mean them," you said quietly.

Jake shook his head violently, his lips parted as if searching for the right words, words that could erase what he had done, words that could fix the crack spreading between you.

"It’s not true," he whispered. "I don’t want anyone else. I just… " He broke off, running a hand down his face as if trying to wipe away the mistake, trying to undo what had already been said. "I just got scared. I felt like I was failing you. And I lashed out. Please, you have to believe me."

But you had already heard enough.

The pain in your chest was unbearable, a dull ache that spread through every inch of you. You wanted to believe him, wanted to throw yourself into his arms and let him tell you it was all just a mistake. But the words were still there, lingering in the air like smoke, unavoidable, irreversible.

"Please," Jake whispered again. His voice was breaking, cracking under the weight of desperation. "Don't leave me like this."

You hesitated. Just for a second. Just long enough to see the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, the way his lips trembled as if he were holding back tears.

But you couldn't stay.

You turned away, reaching for the doorknob.

"Wait…" Jake's voice shattered, raw and broken. He moved forward as if to stop you, but this time, he didn’t reach out. He just stood there, frozen, his entire body trembling.

And then, you stepped outside.

The door closed behind you with a soft click, a sound so final it made Jake flinch.

Inside, he stood motionless, staring at the empty space where you had just been. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his heart pounding so hard it hurt. The silence around him was deafening.

And then, the first tear fell.

He wiped at it roughly, as if denying its existence would somehow make this less real. But the second one followed. Then the third. Until they wouldn’t stop, until the weight of what he had done crushed down on him entirely.

Jake had always been the kind of person who fixed things with hugs, with gentle reassurances and whispered apologies. But for the first time, he had no idea if that would be enough.

Because you were gone. And he had no idea if you would come back.

Sunghoon☆

The atmosphere in the café had shifted. What had started as a quiet afternoon together now felt suffocating, the once warm air thick with tension. Sunghoon sat across from you, his expression unreadable, but the way his fingers tapped sharply against the wooden table gave away his impatience. His coffee remained untouched, the steam curling into the air, ignored.

You noticed the tight clench of his jaw, the way his lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at you with narrowed eyes. Something was wrong.

And then, he spoke.

“Are you really going to keep ignoring it?” His voice was low, controlled, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it, sharp and dangerous.

You blinked, confused. “Ignore what?”

Sunghoon let out a dry, humorless laugh, shaking his head slightly as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Don’t play dumb.” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’ve been smiling at that guy like an idiot all afternoon.”

It took you a second to process his words.

“The waiter?” you asked, your brows furrowing in disbelief.

Sunghoon’s jaw tightened further.

“Sunghoon, are you serious?” you let out a small chuckle, half expecting him to realize how ridiculous he sounded.

But he didn’t.

His expression only darkened. “You think this is funny?” His tone was sharper now, colder. “This isn’t the first time you do this. You always act like this, like you love getting attention from every guy who crosses your path.”

A wave of indignation surged through you, hot and immediate.

“Excuse me?” you snapped, your voice rising slightly.

Sunghoon didn’t flinch. If anything, his glare only intensified.

“Don’t pretend,” he continued, voice laced with bitterness. “You love having everyone chasing after you, don’t you? Like it’s a game. Like I’m an idiot for taking you seriously.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. Your breath caught in your throat, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag as the accusation sank in.

He didn’t trust you.

No matter how much you had given, no matter how many times you had reassured him, he still believed that your love was something shallow, something fleeting, something you could toss aside for the next person who looked your way.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The café’s background noise seemed distant, muffled beneath the roaring in your ears. The clinking of cups, the quiet murmur of conversations, the sound of footsteps, it all faded into nothing.

Sunghoon’s face changed almost instantly. As if the weight of his own words had just crashed down on him.

“No…” his voice faltered. “Wait.”

His anger dissolved into something else, something dangerously close to regret. His fingers twitched on the table, as if he wanted to reach for you but hesitated.

But it was too late.

You were already grabbing your bag, the chair scraping against the floor as you stood up abruptly.

“I didn’t mean that,” he said, his voice urgent now. “I swear I didn’t mean it.”

You met his gaze, your own eyes burning, not with tears, but with something worse. With disappointment. With exhaustion.

How many times had you fought this same battle? How many times had you tried to prove your love to someone who refused to see it?

Your hands trembled as you adjusted the strap of your bag, your heart pounding against your ribs.

Sunghoon reached out, fingers brushing against your wrist in a desperate attempt to stop you.

“Please,” he murmured. The anger from before was gone, replaced with something raw, something desperate. “Don’t leave like this.”

But you had already made up your mind.

You pulled your arm away, stepping back as his face crumbled.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you whispered.

The weight of those words settled between you, heavy and irreversible.

And then, without looking back, you walked away.

The bell above the café door chimed softly as you stepped outside, the cool air hitting your face like a slap. The world outside moved on as if nothing had happened, as if the conversation inside hadn’t just ripped a hole through your chest.

Behind you, Sunghoon remained frozen in place, staring at the empty space where you had just been. His breathing was unsteady, his hands curled into fists at his sides.

He had pushed too hard. Said too much.

And now, he was left with nothing but the ache of his own words, words that could never be taken back.

Sunoo☆

The apartment was quiet, too quiet, except for the distant hum of Sunoo’s voice in the other room. You weren’t trying to eavesdrop. You had only come to tell him that dinner was ready, your steps light, your mind occupied with thoughts of the meal you had prepared.

But then, his words stopped you in your tracks.

“It’s just that sometimes it’s too much…” His voice carried a weight you weren’t used to hearing from him, strained, exasperated. “I don’t know, she can just be so annoying.”

The world seemed to freeze.

Your heart clenched, a dull ache spreading through your chest.

Sunoo let out a sigh, oblivious to the way your body had gone rigid just outside the doorway. “It’s not that I don’t love her, but sometimes I feel like I have to put up with too much.”

The pain in your chest tightened, sharp and unforgiving. A lump formed in your throat, making it hard to breathe.

You didn’t need to hear more.

Instinctively, you took a step back, the slight shuffle of your foot against the floor breaking the silence. It was barely a sound, but it was enough. Enough for Sunoo to hear. Enough for him to turn around.

The moment his eyes met yours, all the color drained from his face.

“I.. no…” He immediately fumbled to hang up the phone, his voice suddenly laced with panic. “That’s not what I meant.”

You didn’t respond.

You couldn’t.

Your hands trembled as you curled them into fists at your sides, willing yourself to stay composed, to keep your emotions from spilling over.

Sunoo took a cautious step forward. “Please, let me explain.”

But you had already started moving toward the door, your body acting before your mind could catch up.

“Don’t go!” His voice was desperate now, the sharp edge from earlier completely gone. He rushed toward you, his arms reaching out as if he could physically stop you from slipping away. “I didn’t mean that, I was frustrated, I wasn’t thinking.”

But none of it mattered.

None of it could take back what he had said.

With shaking hands, you grabbed your bag, fumbling with the strap as you pulled it over your shoulder. Your breath was uneven, your mind a blur of hurt and disbelief.

You felt him step closer. “Please, don’t leave me like this,” he whispered, his voice barely holding together.

You turned just for a second, and what you saw nearly made you hesitate.

Sunoo stood there, completely shattered. His lips were parted as if searching for the right words, his eyes shining with raw desperation. He looked… afraid. Like he had just realized, too late, that he had pushed too hard, said too much.

“I was just upset,” he said quickly, trying to explain, trying to fix what was already broken. “I said something stupid. That’s not how I really feel.”

But you had already heard enough.

The words lingered in your mind, repeating over and over like an unforgiving echo.

She can be so annoying.

I have to put up with too much.

You shook your head, too drained to argue, too hurt to listen to more excuses. You felt the weight of his gaze on you, heavy with regret, with desperation. But even so, it wasn’t enough to make you stay.

“And what if it is?” you whispered, the words slipping past your lips before you could stop them.

Sunoo tensed, his breath hitching, but you didn’t wait for a response.

You turned back toward the door, your fingers wrapping around the handle as you pulled it open. The cool air from the hallway brushed against your skin, a harsh contrast to the suffocating warmth of the apartment.

“Wait,” Sunoo pleaded one last time, stepping forward like he might reach for you again, but he didn’t. He couldn’t.

Because you were already gone.

You stepped over the threshold without looking back, letting the door swing shut behind you.

Even through the barrier, you could still hear him.

Your name, falling from his lips, broken and desperate.

Begging you to stay.

To listen.

To give him another chance.

But at that moment, the pain was too overwhelming, too heavy to carry.

And so, you kept walking.

Jungwon☆

The door closed with a soft thud as Jungwon stepped into the apartment, his movements sluggish, shoulders slumped under the weight of exhaustion. He barely had the energy to slip off his shoes before trudging further inside, dragging his feet against the hardwood floor. The dim lighting of the living room cast soft shadows over his face, highlighting the fatigue etched into his features.

Without a word, he collapsed onto the couch, letting out a heavy sigh as he leaned his head back, eyes sliding shut.

“You should rest more,” you said softly, stepping closer. “You can’t keep pushing yourself like this, Jungwon. It’s not good for you.”

His eyelids fluttered open, but instead of gratitude, his expression was unreadable, blank, almost. Then, a flicker of irritation crossed his face, darkening his tired eyes.

“Don’t start,” he muttered, rubbing his temples as if your words had only added to his headache. “I already have enough on my plate.”

The sharpness in his voice caught you off guard.

“I’m not starting anything,” you said, frowning. “I just care about you.”

“Well, don’t,” he snapped.

You stiffened.

“I don’t need you telling me what to do like I’m a child.”

His words hit you harder than they should have. The weight of them settled in your chest, heavy and uncomfortable. You had only wanted to comfort him, to remind him that he didn’t have to carry everything alone. But the way he spat those words out, as if your concern was nothing more than an annoyance, made your stomach twist.

“I’m just trying to help…” you murmured, voice quieter now, less certain.

Jungwon let out a dry, humorless laugh, shaking his head.

“If you really wanted to help, you’d leave me alone.”

Silence.

The impact of his words landed like a punch to the gut. Your breath hitched slightly, but you refused to let it show. You simply stood there, staring at him, feeling a lump form in your throat.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Jungwon blinked, his irritation fading as realization dawned on him, too late. His body tensed, exhaustion replaced by something far worse: panic.

“No, wait…” he said quickly, pushing himself up from the couch. His movements were rushed, frantic. “I didn’t mean that.”

He reached for you, hands trembling slightly as if trying to take back the damage his words had already done.

“I’m sorry, love, really,” he pleaded, his voice softer now, almost desperate. “I’m just stressed. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t.

His fingers brushed against your wrist, trying to hold onto you, but you instinctively stepped back. The hurt in your eyes must have been evident because Jungwon’s face crumbled.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

He leaned in slightly, as if to press a kiss to your forehead, as if physical closeness could undo the sting of his words. But before he could, you turned on your heel and walked toward the bedroom.

His heart clenched.

“Leave me alone,” you said firmly as you closed the door behind you.

Jungwon stood frozen in the hallway, staring at the closed door, the finality of it sinking in. The guilt weighed down on his chest, heavier than before, suffocating. He had spent the entire day carrying exhaustion, stress, frustration—too much of everything. And yet, now, the only thing he felt was regret.

Because this time, his words had done more damage than he could fix in a single moment.

Ni-ki☆

The room was filled with laughter, the warm hum of voices overlapping as the boys played. Controllers clicked rapidly, bursts of excitement and groans of frustration filling the air. Ni-ki sat in the middle of it all, completely absorbed in the game, his brows furrowed in intense concentration. His lips were pressed into a thin line, fingers gripping the controller tightly as he struggled to regain control after making a mistake.

You couldn’t help but smile.

“Aw, Ni-ki, you look like a baby when you get frustrated,” you teased, reaching over to gently pinch his cheek.

The others immediately latched onto your words, laughter rippling through the group.

“Yeah, our baby Ni-ki,” one of the guys added playfully.

The teasing continued, harmless in your eyes, just another joke among friends. But then, something shifted.

The controller in Ni-ki’s hands suddenly dropped with a sharp thud against the floor. The sound cut through the laughter like a knife. He stood up so abruptly that the couch creaked under the sudden movement.

“Come here,” he said, voice clipped, expression unreadable as he grabbed your wrist.

Confused, you let him pull you away from the others, the laughter fading behind you as he led you out of the room and into the hallway. The door shut with a quiet click, sealing you both away from the noise and playful energy you had just been immersed in.

It was only then that you noticed his expression, his jaw was clenched, his eyes dark with frustration.

“What was that about?” you asked, frowning.

“Can you stop doing that?”

Your brows knitted together. “Stop what?”

“Treating me like a kid,” he snapped, voice sharper than you’d ever heard it. “It’s ridiculous.”

Your stomach twisted slightly, caught off guard by the sudden hostility.

“Ni-ki, it was just a joke…” you tried to explain, your voice softer now.

“Well, it’s not funny,” he cut in, frustration seeping into every syllable. “You always do this. You think you’re so amusing, but all you do is make everyone see me as immature.”

His words stung, but before you could even react, he delivered the final blow.

“Sometimes… being with you feels like an embarrassment.”

The world around you seemed to freeze.

A heavy silence settled between you both, suffocating, crushing. Your heart clenched painfully, the weight of his words sinking in far too quickly.

Ni-ki’s eyes widened slightly, as if he had just realized what he had said. The frustration drained from his face within seconds, replaced by something much worse, panic.

“No… wait.” His voice was suddenly smaller, unsteady. “I didn’t mean that.”

But the damage had already been done.

You took a step back, your throat tightening, your fingers trembling at your sides.

“I understand,” you murmured, barely above a whisper.

“No, you don’t understand,” Ni-ki said quickly, his desperation growing with every second that passed. He reached out for your hand, but you pulled away before he could touch you.

“I was just upset,” he continued, voice raw now. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

You swallowed hard, forcing down the lump forming in your throat. You hated how much his words had affected you, how much they hurt.

“I’m leaving.”

His entire body tensed.

“No, please…” his voice cracked, his composure slipping right in front of you. “Don’t leave like this.”

You turned toward the door, feeling the burn of his gaze on you, the unspoken plea in his eyes. When he reached out again, his fingers barely grazing your wrist this time, you gently pulled away. Even through the desperation radiating off of him, you could feel the guilt settling in, consuming him.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, his voice nearly breaking under the weight of his regret. “Please stay.”

You hesitated for just a moment, but then you shook your head.

Without another word, you stepped out of the house, the cool air hitting your skin like a harsh reminder of reality. Ni-ki didn’t try to follow you. He stood frozen in the doorway, watching you leave, his expression shattered.

It wasn’t until the door finally shut behind you that the full realization hit him, he had pushed you away. And now, all he could do was drown in the silence you left behind, guilt sinking deep into his bones.

Too late.

Want a part two? 🩷

𓂃 ִֶָ 🎀 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨! 🍥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, @shyoko

[yourstrulyrani]

a/n: this song just screamed simon riley to me & i finished up my internship at a doctor's office so this is inspired by both..enjoy!

simon riley x doctor/wife!reader cw: suggestive right at the end // wc: 2300

Simon Riley would never even dare to think he was worthy of loving someone. He never deemed himself as someone worthy of being loved either because who would ever date an SAS lieutenant who was so cold and so broken, let alone marry one? You didn't think that though. Simon was the strongest man you knew. You didn't believe that just because he was your husband, but because of the man he is. He has been through hell and back and he still has the strength to live another day. Even with all the chaos in his life, this man loves you as if you're the only woman on earth. He plants kisses so delicate, touches so soft, and words so sweet.

So why isn't he like this anymore?

It has been weeks since Simon has been back from deployment. Weeks of Simon answering your questions and talking to you with mere grunts and murmurs. Weeks without his touch, every night is a bedroom filled without the mix of yours and his moans and grunts. You're driving back home from work, happy that you could get out at the decent time of seven in the evening for today. You love being a doctor and seeing your patients, but it was even more rewarding when you had a husband waiting at home for you to talk to, to kiss and to hold and to spend the rest of the day with. At the penultimate stoplight before home you decide you don't want to go home this time. You thought to yourself there is no point anyway, it'll be the same thing this time too: You will come back home, tired and dirty in your scrubs but still greet Simon with a kiss to his cheek in an attempt to get more out of him compared to yesterday. He'll grunt, acknowledging your presence but not you entirely. You'll shower. Head to bed and sleep without the warmth of his arms around you.

In a need for change, you take a right on traffic light instead of the usual left home and drive to the gym. You usually don't exercise after work, since you're already exhausted from your career as it is. But Simon always used exercise as a way to get his energy out, so why not try something he does? You think of doing something light today just for some quick cardio: the treadmill.

You change into your heavily wrinkled gym clothing in your bag, at the least thankful for the change of clothing. You check in, change in the locker room, and head over to the treadmill. It's now half-past-seven, so you reason with yourself and plan on doing thirty minutes and heading home.

After some time, you stop the treadmill and feel the sweat bead down your face and back. You can feel your heart rate gradually slow down, but you've never felt better. Your hair feels wet and your cheeks are hot with the heat from the exercise. You take a glance at the watch and check the time and in bright letters: 10:58 PM.

Well who knew some quick cardio planned for only half an hour could turn into three hours?

Your eyes widen in disbelief. In the same way you made a beeline for the gym over three hours ago, you now do the same to get back home. Since you lost track of time, you only had such little time to shower and wind down before you had to wake up for another early shift at the hospital again. Knowing you, you won't get enough sleep to last you your whole shift the next morning, but at the same time the time at the gym truly helped clear your mind. You park your car in the driveway right next to Simon's truck, barely driven lately due to his time on deployment and his idleness coming home from it.

Before you could put the keys into the door, it opened. Your husband is already at the door, dressed in nothing but sweatpants. You froze, your hand still holding the key positioned for the door.

"Inside." Is the first word you clearly hear from your husband in weeks and you followed the command, heading inside still hot from your exercise. He closes the door after you enter the house and you can feel his eyes on your body. "Where were you?"

Your eyes squint in confusion. Here you are in gym attire, and he doesn't get the hint? "Is it not obvious enough, Simon?" You wave a hand up and down your gym clothes, "The gym?" You bite back, offering him a sideways glance.

Your husband crosses his arms, widening his stance. "It is a quarter past 11, doll. Cut the crap. Where were you?"

You scoff at his dramatic change in behavior. Where is the Simon that has been distant? You almost miss it. You take a couple of more steps into the house, taking off your shoes and setting them off to the side. "Don't act like all of a sudden you care. I could have been on the side of the road and you wouldn't have given tw—"

"Don't. Don't finish that sentence because we both know it's not true. I care."

"You care? Really, Simon?" You cringe at the discomfort you feel at the whole situation. You're sweaty and your back is sticking to your clothing. Your hair is sticking to your forehead. You walked on a stupid treadmill for three stupid hours and you can feel your legs give out slowly and all you want is sleep. You're pissed off at everything, but mainly at your man who claims to care right now. Without a thought to spare, you head upstairs to your shared bedroom.

All you want is a shower and some sleep. Simon follows you, the both of you knowing full well this isn't the end of the night. Simon walks into the room and sees you standing by your vanity before you could change out of your workout clothes. "What did you even mean by what you just said? Are you questioning the care I have for you now? You’re my wife."

"Oh please, Simon. If anything I have felt more like a roommate than a wife lately."

Simon's eyes widen at your words as he walks closer to you. "A what?"

You roll your eyes and gaze daggers at him, "Did I stutter?" You're too mad to think straight at this point and walk over to him, enough to feel his deep breathing on your skin. "I." You poke his chest once with your pointer finger, your head propped upwards to look at him, "Feel." Poke. Like," Poke. "A roommate." Even after poking into his chest, Simon feels the remnants of your aggressive touch on his body and can't help but to realize how mad you are. He stares down at you, poking the insides of his cheek with his tongue and clenching his jaw after. "Well. Say something, Simon!"

You aim for one last poke but Simon grabs your hand before you could, gentle enough to not hurt but commanding enough so you couldn't move it. "Stop acting like a brat and talk to me. What's wrong?"

"You know exactly what's wrong." You look up at him, your eyes threatening to let the tears flow out.

Simon sees the self-control you hold as you prevent the tears from slipping, and his heart breaks at the guilt he feels. He lets go of your hand, resting it at his sides. "So use that pretty mouth of yours and tell it to me straight then. Where were you?"

"The gym."

He nods, acknowledging your truth. "Okay. Now talk to me."

"I feel—” before you could speak, you tried gathering your thoughts. Your mind which was once cleared is now crowded in self doubt and pressure. You felt so much at once and you felt so close to breaking under the pressure. “I feel neglected, Simon. You came back from deployment and you've been shutting me out. You barely talk to me. You don't touch me. We haven't even had sex in so long. I need you." You let the tears fall, "I just miss you. I come back from work almost everyday and you barely even acknowledge me.”

Simon heard the break in your voice at the last word, and he couldn't help but to berate himself. In this moment, is where Simon thinks again exactly why he isn't worthy of love. He made you cry. His lack of love towards his sweetheart of a wife broke her into pieces so much she would rather spend her time after work at a gym rather than at home.

“Is that it?” He wants to hear more from you in order to fully understand how you’re feeling. Simon sits on the bed, taking your hands and having you stand in between his legs. He looks up at you, admiring the gorgeous features that make up you.

“Are you cheating on me?” You blurt out accidentally and see Simon’s mouth open slightly in shock. Simon couldn’t believe what came out of your mouth and neither could you. You know Simon would never but with the way he’s acting you let the doubt creep in.

“What? No, of course not. I love you. You’re the only one for me.” Simon takes his hands and rubs his hands along the side of your body in reassurance.

“So why doesn’t it feel like it?” You sighed.

Simon stays silent, staring into your eyes as his eyebrows furrow slightly in frustration. “I'm not worthy.” He shakes his head and looks down in embarrassment. You can see Simon's lips pout slowly, something he usually does when he's overthinking.

“Worthy? Of what?" Your hands move to his shoulders, rubbing in slow, soothing circles. The feel of him grounded you, and the feel of you grounded Simon.

"Of you, sweetheart." His mouth is parted as he sighs and shakes his head in a physical attempt to let go of the tension. "I am not worthy of the honor it takes to love a woman like you." He sighs again and rubs a hand down his face, scratching the stubble of his beard. He despises bringing work home to you in a fear of giving you stress about what happened when he was away from you, but he has to speak up this time. "My job, sweetheart. It's the complete opposite of yours. You save lives and I take them away. It can't work like this," Simon's voice lowers in shame. "You're too sweet for this world, you care so much. And I care so little that I don't think twice about pulling the trigger. When I came home I drowned in guilt, so disgusted with myself." The more Simon talks, the more you can see his eyes gloss with tears. "I come home to a woman so warm and I am a man who gets more brutal as the time goes by."

You let Simon speak his truth before placing your hands to cup his cheeks, and you knew it was a good sign when you felt him melt into your touch by moving his head a little closer. His hands return to your sides, once again needing your body under his touch to ground him. "You are everything to me, Simon. I don't see you as a brutal man but a man who is worthy of my love." Your thumbs rub against his cheeks, feeling the mix of prickly stubble and skin as you do so.

"But I kill pe—"

You shush him gently before he could finish his sentence. "None of that. That's what you're supposed to do." A hand of yours moves to his hair, raking your fingers through it. In a way, Simon's hair represents how much of a mess he truly is. It has clearly grown out too much, which is unusual compared to the haircut he always has. He hasn't been caring for himself in the way needs or deserves, "You're a soldier, and an amazing one at that, Simon." Your fingers rake behind his ears, one of, if not his most favorite, spots.

"Feels good, lovie."

You giggle at the way he relaxes under your touch, "The touch or my words?"

He hums, "Both. And I didn't mean to shut you out. I love you. I'm sorry."

You frown at the sincerity of his apology and lean over to kiss his cheek. "I love you too, baby."

Simon passes you a cheeky grin, "You're calling your roommate 'baby' now? Weirdo." He chuckles, making a joke at what you said earlier. You smile fondly at your husband. Everything finally feels in tune with how it should be. You hear your husband chucking and see him smiling and being playful. You feel the strands of hair under your touch.

In the intimacy of the moment, you want Simon to know just how much you think he's worthy of you. Since you're already standing in between his legs, you lower yourself slowly. Your knees bend until they reach the hardwood floor and your forearms find their way to rest on your husband's thick thighs. Simon's head moved to keep his gaze on your body as it lowered. You could see your husband lick his lips and his chest rise quicker. "I promise I'm going to make you feel so worthy, Simon. Starting now."

He lets out a breathy 'yeah?' and you nod passionately. He adjusts his hips and spreads his legs further to accommodate for your body in between them. His hands find the ties of his sweatpants, already getting ready for what you're going to do next.

You for sure kept your promise and made him feel oh so worthy that night.

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Could u do Haikyuu setters getting mad at their s/o because they missed their game because they were busy? Thank u 💕

A/n: I’m so bad at writing angst but why is this such a good ideafjdkla;jfdskl TY FOR THE REQ!! I’ll do a pt. 2 with more setters/characters if you guys req.! Please req. more characters for me to do <3

Genres: angst | comfort 

Characters: Kageyama Tobio | Kenma Kozume | Akaashi Keiji | Oikawa Toru 

Kageyama Tobio - Please don’t leave me!

wc: 321

You were sitting at your desk, getting some work done as you heard the door close. “Tobio?” You call out.

No response.

You found him sitting on your shared bed looking angry. “How’d you do, darling?” you ask tenderly.

“We won,” he mumbled with a scowl on his face.

“You don’t look like you’re too happy about it. What happened?” you sat down next to him on the bed.

He looked at you with a hurt expression on his face. “Why didn’t you come..?”

Your eyes immediately widened in shock. Guilt poured over you. “Tobio-”

“That was a really important game to me,” he whispered, voice trembling.

“I’m so sorry, I was busy with work-”

“You’re always busy with work!” he shouted out, tears welling up in his eyes. “You’re never there!”

“Tobio…” you whisper, tears of guilt and shame streaming down your cheeks. 

Kageyama stood up, and walked out of the room. “Tobio..? Where are you going?”

“Tobio?” You ran after him, desperation rising in your chest. How could lose this? How would you live without him?

“TOBIO!” You cried out, bowing down on your knees.

Hearing the absolute anguish and distress in your voice, Kageyama turned around.

“Please don’t break up with me! I’m so so sorry! I’ll never miss a game of yours again! I love you with my whole heart so please don’t leave me!” You sobbed with misery, feeling the end drawing close.

Kageyama took a step towards you and kneeled down. The sound of misery and desperation in your voice hurt his heart too much to leave you. He tapped you on the head with his finger.

Looking up, you saw a broken version of Kageyama. His expression was calm, but his eyes full of hurt, his face wet from tears.

He stared into your eyes for just a second and pulled you into the tightest hug you had ever received.

“I love you too.”

Kenma Kozume - I forgive you

wc: 251

Kenma: we won. omw to your house

Y/n: congrats! ily &lt;3

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Kenma unlocked your front door with the spare key you gave him. After greeting your mom, he headed to your room. 

“Kenma! Congrats!” you wrapped him up in a bear hug. “Kenma?” You tilted your head to the side, confused as to why Kenma looked so disappointed.

“What’s wrong, Ken?” you asked him.

“Nothing,” he whispered, looking at his feet.

“Kenma. Was it me?”

He turned his head towards you slowly, meeting your eyes. “I guess I’m just… mad at you.”

Your eyes widened. “I’m so sorry, what did I do?”

“It’s more like what you didn’t do…” he trailed off. “I wish you would’ve come to my game.” 

He looked away from you, tears in his eyes. It wasn’t apparent, but Kenma actually cared about volleyball. He cared about a lot of things other than video games. He searched through the crowd to find you, hoping that you could find time to come, but he realized that you weren’t going to show up.

“Kenma…” you watched as he wept silently. “I’m so so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No. It’s not!” you yelled, fighting back tears. “I wasn’t there for you when it really mattered!” You wrapped him up into a hug, holding on tight. You couldn’t lose him. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me; I’ll come to all of your games from now on!” 

“Y/n…” Kenma mumbled through tears. “I forgive you.”

Akaashi Keiji - Paradise

wc: 435

“Akaashi?” You looked up from your laptop, hearing the door open. You’re eyebrows creased when you saw the angry expression on his face. “Is everything alright, darling? I thought you won.”

“We did win,” Akaashi mumbled bitterly. “You would’ve known that if you came, though.”

He tore off his coat and shook off his shoes before heading to your shared room. “Akaashi?” You followed him to your room, seeing him pacing back and forth.

“I’m sorry I was busy-”

“You’re always busy! You’re never there! You’ve come to one of my games in the two years that we’ve dated each other! This is something I care about! HOW COULD YOU NOT CARE!?” He shouted at you as tears fell down his face.

You stood in the doorway in shock, tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t bare to see the one you loved so much with so much pain and hurt in his eyes, but yet again, you were the one who had caused it. 

You stood in silence as you watched him storm off and down the stairs. Suddenly, a thought appeared in your mind. I’m about to lose him.

Instantaneously, your feet started moving. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you yelled after Akaashi. “Please don’t leave! Let me fix this! Akaashi I love you!”

The front door slammed shut. It’s over. You’re paradise is leaving you.

You crumpled up into a ball, sobbing, mumbling to yourself, “Please don’t leave. I love you. I love you. I love you…”

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Akaashi went on a walk. He needed to clear his mind. He was so angry at you, but the way you looked so broken when he left made him feel so guilty. Suddenly, a thought appeared in his head. 

That’s it. She’s going to leave you.

His eyes widened at the sudden thought. Almost as fast as the thought came to him, he turned around and started sprinted towards home.

He opened the door, breathing heavily, to find you curled up into a ball on the ground, sleeping. He noticed that your eyes were puffy and your face was wet. Seeing you like that made him feel absolutely terrible.

He dried your face with his thumbs and scooped you up into his arms. He carried you to your bedroom and tucked you in. After he took a shower, he laid in bed next to you.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly. Please forgive me…” he said, voice shaking.

Your sleeping body wrapped your arms around Akaashi and pulled him closer. “I’m sorry,” you whispered into his chest.

Oikawa Toru - Addicted

wc: 223

“Y/n, how could you miss that game! How could you miss so many games! You’re always too busy! Why can’t you just show up for once!” Oikawa shouted at you. 

“I-I’m sorry Toru.” Your voice shook as you saw tears racing down his face. 

He looked at you, the agony in his eyes stinging you. 

“I’m sorry! You’re right! I’m never there when I should be! But please…” you trailed off, hot tears staining your face. “Don’t leave me. Please forgive me! I’ll show up to every ga-”

“I forgive you…” He looked to the side. “How could I not… When I love you so much? I love you so much it hurts. I get butterflies every time I see you! My stomach does flips when I hear your name! Y/n, your love is like a drug and I’m addicted. I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!”

You stood in front of him, eyes wide with shock.

“I’ll always forgive you Y/n. No matter what you do, I’ll always love you too much. No matter how painful, I’ll forgive you! No matter how-”

You wrapped your arms around Oikawa’s torso, holding him so tight you thought you might break his ribs.

“I forgive you, Y/n,” he whispered, holding you close. “I love you too much not to.”

A/n: OMG WHY IS ANGST SO HARD TO WRITE? My heart hurts. I hope yours does too. That’s how I’ll know I did my job 🫡. Have a nice day cutie <33

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Hurts So Good

Summary: In which Bobby and Don are gay disasters in a very amusing way

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Modern Era, Hook-Ups, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Piercing Kink, PWP, Slice of Life, One Shot

Words: 1939

A/N: shout out to @sparrow-in-the-field for the title!!! Thank u for listening to my ramblings always <333

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AO3

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Don doesn’t do dating.

The awkward ice breakers, the fizzling out after a week, it’s exhausting. Don can’t even say for sure if he’s been in a committed relationship and that’s just fine by him.

So, when Don gets a text from Prep Boy (Bobby, he reminds himself), one thing is very clear. The guy is looking for sex. Don runs his tongue piercing along his teeth, curious as to what attracted Bobby first. He wants to say it’s his arms covered in tattoos, the many piercings littering his face. Then, he remembers Bobby’s blushing face, his sudden shyness when Don showed off his own nipple piercings. Kinky bastard.

Texting Bobby he’s on his way, Don’s imagination bounces around as he throws on a zip-up hoodie over his tank top. Really, he should make sure Bobby’s piercings are healing up, take a picture to save for later. But the temptation is too much. It’ll be a miracle if he makes it home unscathed.

Don struggles to find parking along Greek Row because of course Bobby’s in a fraternity, and he manages to squeeze in between two cars just a couple blocks away. Hidden eyes watch him, sorority sisters are probably calling the police. After all, he’s dressed like a poster boy for goth culture. He should be used to the judgement by now, but old habits die hard.

Chewing on his lip piercing, Don stands in front of a pristine mansion and he texts Bobby he’s arrived. No way in hell is he going to ring the doorbell. Who knows what stuck up rich guy will punch him at first glance.

Not a second later, the door is flung open and Bobby is there, beaming. He’s hardly dressed up at all, t-shirt and sweatpants hanging low on his hips. If he just stretched his arms up, there’d be a hint of skin. Don ignores the brewing lust and just gives Bobby a nod.

“Come on in,” Bobby waves him inside.

The entrance is a goddamn lobby, fountain and all, two staircases sitting opposite to each other. Don struggles to stop his rolling eyes and follows close behind Bobby. They almost make it upstairs with no introductions, but Don’s luck is against him today.

“New friend?” Jock With A Backwards Hat raises a brow at Don.

“No one that you need to worry about,” Bobby bites back.

He all but scurries behind Don, pushes him with two hands to his bedroom. Once inside, door shut behind them, Don glances around. Despite the obnoxious facade of the frat house, Bobby’s room is simple. There’s a few pieces of college merch, a band poster here and there. Everything is in a perfect place and the fading light of the sunset softens the harsher white walls.

“So, how do you want to do this?” Bobby asks, already sitting on his bed.

Don blinks, then remembers what he’s really here for. He shrugs, tosses his keys to the side.

“Don’t care.”

Bobby’s eyes light up, a small grin forms on his face. Don opens his mouth to take back his words but Bobby’s shirt is off in an instant.

Don’s mouth goes dry and he clenches his hands. It’s as if his mind forgot about the day Bobby came in, how much he admired the shape and curve of Bobby’s body.

The barbell piercings stare back at Don, mocking, and he takes a step closer, gaze shifting from Bobby’s face back down to his nipples.

“They don’t look red,” Don comments. “They feel alright?”

“Huh?” Bobby cocks his head then follows Don’s gaze. “Oh. Yeah. I think they’re healing up nicely.”

The fragile state of the room is broken and Don is tempted to run. Yet before he can make a move, Bobby reaches out, his fingers locking around Don’s wrist. He yanks Don over, causing him to stumble and fall onto his lap. Now face to face with Bobby’s crotch, Don figures it’d be a shame to not leave without a taste.

He grabs the waistband of Bobby’s sweatpants, all but tearing them from his hips to strip him down. Bobby chose not to wear briefs and Don pauses at the sight of Bobby’s cock. Not that he was expecting Bobby to be small by any means. Still, the length and girth is a pleasant surprise and Don wraps his hand around the shaft, giving a small tug.

Bobby bites on his lip, leans back onto his hands. His grin is teasing and Don wants nothing more than to wipe it off his face. He licks a long stripe up the length of Bobby’s cock, heart skipping when Bobby moans. He’s a pretty little thing and Don repeats the action just to hear Bobby sing again.

“Fuck, they aren’t lying about tongue piercings,” Bobby groans, one hand moving to hold onto Don’s hair.

Taking that as his signal, Don rolls his tongue across the head, pushing his ball piercing into Bobby’s urethra.

“Shit, fuck,” Bobby’s hips jerk and Don is the one grinning now.

“Never put anything in there?” He speaks low, close to Bobby’s skin to make him shiver.

“Not—not yet,” Bobby swallows. “How’s it feel?”

Don plants kisses along Bobby’s cock, grazes his teeth along the base, across his balls. “Weird at first. I like it.”

Bobby sucks in a breath, his grip tightens in Don’s hair. “You get up to a lot of kinky shit?”

Don raises a brow, then swallows down Bobby’s cock, his moan echoing off the walls. Don is sure the whole house knows what they’re up to, if they didn’t already have an idea.

He pumps his fist to meet his mouth, watches Bobby throw his head back. His nipple piercings beckon, enticing, but Don knows better and he focuses back on sucking Bobby’s cock. Just as he’s building momentum, Bobby tugs on his hair, tries to wiggle his hips away.

“I need you in me,” Bobby pants, his eyes dark and hooded.

Don responds with a kiss to Bobby’s thigh, then stands to get rid of his clothes. His knees wobble from the sudden strain, but Don manages to keep standing while Bobby slides lay against the pillows of his bed. Bobby grabs a bottle of lube out from a drawer, rushes to coat his fingers.

Don thinks to stop and watch the scene, but Bobby’s arched brow gets him moving. He tugs off his upper layers, unbuckles his belt when a moan hits his ears.

Not only is Bobby lying with his legs spread open, one finger pushing inside, but his eyes are blown wide, stuck on Don like he wants to swallow him whole.

“That fucking chain,” Bobby pushes his finger deeper. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

Don takes a moment to look down at his chest, his own ring nipple piercings hooked together by a silver chain. Yes, he had worn this on purpose, but seeing Bobby ravenous stokes the fire in Don’s stomach.

With a wry grin, he gets the rest of his clothes off before climbing onto the bed and settling between Bobby’s open legs. Bobby is all but fucking himself on his fingers now, his hole practically swallowing his entire hand. Don places a hand on one knee, scoots closer to pull Bobby’s fingers out of himself.

“Holy shit, is that a dick piercing?”

Again, Don looks down at himself, the pieced tip of his cock staring back at him.

“Yeah?” Don frowns before looking at Bobby.

“God, you’re going to ruin me,” Bobby sinks into the pillows, his hands falling to his sides. “You can fuck me now.”

His expression is one of pure bliss, his fantasies running wild. If Don isn’t careful, he’ll be the one asking for mercy tonight. With a deep breath in, Don lines up the head of his cock to Bobby’s hole and pushes deep.

Bobby moans to high heavens, his body arching off the bed. His hole tightens around Don, warm, engulfing, and Don’s head spins. He grabs onto Bobby’s hips, gasps as he tries to keep his mind straight.

“Fuck, oh, fuck,” Bobby’s chest heaves, his hands twist in the sheets. “God, you’re fucking perfect.”

That’s a bit of a stretch, but Don doesn’t say so. He chooses to pull his cock out just enough to make Bobby plead before slamming back in. Bobby cries out, his hands scramble up Don’s arms.

“More, please,” Bobby begs.

Don can only do as Bobby asks, keeping his rough, driving pace. Bobby melts in his hold, grasping onto whatever he can. Incoherent noises spill out of him, but Don catches his name here and there.

He lets his own groans and huffs escape from him, his desire building by the second. Bobby is a dream, muscles flexing, skin flushed as Don fucks into him. His fingers dig into Don’s chest, tangling up with the chain. Little tugs send shockwaves up Don’s spine and he leans closer to give Bobby leverage.

Their faces are inches apart now, if Don just kept going, he could kiss Bobby.

“Don, Don, please,” Bobby stammers out and before Don can ask him anything, Bobby spills all over himself.

Stripes of cum coat his chest and stomach, his whine is earth-shattering. Don can’t hold back anymore and it takes just a few more good thrusts before he’s coming as well. Bobby’s hole tightens around him, endless he keeps going. When at last he comes back to his body, Don wavers under Bobby’s heated stare.

“Come here,” he reaches out, pulls Don by his chain piercing.

This time, it’s on the edge of painful, but Don sucks in a breath, makes no complaint. Bobby’s lucky he’s cute. The kiss they share is soft, tender, and Don’s heart stutters. He doesn’t want this to stop.

“You know this isn’t going to be a one time thing, right?” Bobby smiles up at him when their kiss ends.

Don blinks, his mouth dropping open just a little. Bobby laughs at this, runs his hand through Don’s hair.

“I’m not letting you go that easy.”

In Don’s confusion, Bobby untangles the two of them, stands on unsteady legs. He opens the door a crack and peeks out of the room.

“Cool. Shower’s open,” Bobby waves at Don to follow.

Still catching up, Don just follows Bobby’s lead. Anyone could see them cross the hallway, bare as can be, but embarrassment is far from Don’s mind. It’s not until they’re in the shower, hot water running down his skin that Don finds his voice.

“So, are we dating?” Inside, he winces at his stilted voice, his trepidation.

Bobby pauses from scrubbing soap into his skin and looks up at Don. “We don’t have to put a label on this. If someone else grabs your interest, I don’t care as long as you still come around to fuck me.”

The candid vulgarity is a relief and Don nods. “Alright. Same to you then.”

This earns him another beautiful smile and Bobby wraps his arms around Don’s waist. “You want me to top next time?”

“If you can,” Don smirks.

Bobby’s mouth drops open in mock offense before he slaps Don’s ass. “Oh, baby, you have no idea what I can make you do.”

With his head spinning, all Don can do is pull Bobby into a deep kiss. So maybe this is a mistake, maybe this will end in nothing but disaster.

Don tries to care, but with the way Bobby plays around with his tongue piercing, the harsh bite to his lip, all Don can think is maybe Bobby will be worth the trouble.

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Armour - Chapter Five

Summary: Having your heart broken was one thing. But Rafe watching somebody break your heart? That was something nobody could prepare for.

Warnings: Cursing, I thinkkkkk that’s everything?

Author’s Note: I LOVE this series and I LOVE y’all for loving it <3 thank u thank u thank u thank u

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You’d been in the same routine with Rafe for over a month now, constant calls, constant conversation, constant effort. And it had got to the point of feeling like second nature - like your hand reached for the phone at the same time every day when you knew his shift would be ending, you cooked your food and knew to wait for him to finish cooking his before you’d both facetime and start whatever film or episode you’d picked for the day. Since that one random day, he hadn’t said ‘i love you’ again, and you were yet to say it back. So far, you were sticking to your promise of waiting to see each other.

It was a strange feeling, really. You’d been single for two months now, though it hadn’t really felt like the kind of single you expected you’d be. You thought you’d still be crying if you thought about it, or you’d be scrolling through old photos on your phone acting like they were memories you hated, fearful of every day you were having to spend alone without the person you’d spent nine years of your life with. But… you were okay. You slept just fine on your own, you ate in restaurants and in cafes alone, you were experiencing a new city by yourself. And it was in those moments, all of the little bits that made up a day, where you truly realised that you’d moved on from James. Part of you would probably even want to thank him for ending the relationship when he did, maybe it was the best thing he could’ve done for you. You felt like yourself again.

Where Rafe fit into that new version of yourself was something that you hadn’t yet decided. It worked strangely well with the two of you thousands of miles apart, would things change when you were back to being at home. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. Were you fooling yourselves to think that it would ever be the way it was when the two of you were younger?

—__—__—

“(Y/N) hurry your ass up!” Rafe hisses from the car, quietly screaming into the air.

The passenger door is open and he’s leaning over the console towards the empty seat, watching as you tug your shoes on at the door, stumbling over untied laces to find your jacket and keys. There’s a mess of blankets tucked under one of your arms and you grab a pillow from where you’d left it on the stairs before hurrying out towards him.

“Shhh,” You hiss in return, tossing your stuff into the back seat of the car before climbing in.

Rafe had passed his driving test only two weeks before, and his father had bought him this truck almost instantly - you’d joked about him being spoilt but you weren’t exactly complaining now that it finally gave you the freedom to do things like this. Right now, it was 4:45am and the two of you were sneaking out to drive over to the far side of the island to watch the sunrise. If your parents knew that you were going, they’d give you the talk on how you had to watch yourself with Rafe - how you had to keep a fair distance from him. So far, you were yet to listen to that advice.

“You know, I still don’t trust you to drive,” You shake your head, resting your feet up on the dashboard of his car.

The summer heat was stifling in the Outer Banks this year, and even at this hour of the night, the windows of the car were rolled down to try and alleviate some of the burning in the air.

“Oh yeah? Don’t trust me?” Rafe raises his brows at you, gripping the wheel a little tighter as he swerves the car left and right down the street.

“Rafe!” You exclaim a hand reaching out to grip his arm.

He laughs a little, the kind that creases his eyes briefly. Rafe straightens up the car and glances away from you to focus back on the road, “You can trust me. Just get your shoes off my dash.”

—__—__—

When your phone rings a few days later, you don’t expect to see Cleo’s contact flash up on the screen. It’s late over there, and even later over here. You’d been fully asleep when the phone had first rang, fumbled around on your nightstand to find your phone and eventually managed to answer the call before it rang out.

“Hello?” You croak out, flicking on your bedside lamp as you prop yourself up in the bed, your mattress practically begging for you to return to sleep amongst the sheets.

“(Y/N)!” She exclaims excitedly on the other end of the call, “I’m so sorry, I know it’s late.”

“No, no,” You clear your throat, blinking the sleep from your eyes, “Is everything okay?”

“Well…” She pauses like she’s waiting for someone, “We’ve got news.”

“We?” You frown, dragging a hand through your messy hair.

“We’re engaged!”

Both her and Pope’s voices speak at the same time, only half a second delayed from each other as his voice trails to finish the phrase just after she had - but both of them sharing the same excitement in their tone that seemed to radiate through the screen.

“Oh my god I-“ You exclaim with as much energy as you can muster, “Congratulations!”

“Thank you!” They both say in return before Cleo continues on her own;

“We just couldn’t wait to tell you. Please tell me you’re coming home soon, we need you here to celebrate!”

Your eyes trail over the dark shapes of your room, barely visible in the low light, but they eventually settle on your laptop set out on the small desk occupying one wall of your bedroom. In a few clicks you could have the flight booked. Your Air BnB reservation ended in two days anyway, and you hadn’t exactly thought of what you’d do after that. The thought of going home had been one you’d been putting off for a long time but you had to bite the bullet eventually. Going back might make you stop running from it all, but maybe you didn’t need to be running anymore.

“Um, yeah, yeah, definitely, I’ll be home soon.”

—__—__—

“Rafe I swear to god you’re taking up way too much space,” You nudge at his side again and again as he laughs beside you.

“I’m not doing anything! You’re just dramatic,” He points out, “You’re going to miss the sunrise at this rate.”

“Move over!” You exclaim once again, trying to push his form towards the other side of the truck.

The two of you had set up your makeshift camp in the open back of his truck. There’s a single pillow propped up behind you, in the middle so that both of your heads could rest on it, and the blanket was sprawled over the top of both of you - though Rafe was probably taking more than half of it.

“There’s no space!” He shakes his head, stretching up one of his arms to tuck under his head, his hair flattened against the bend in his arm.

“You’re the worst,” You roll your eyes at him, eventually accepting defeat as you shift to lay back down in the space next to him.

You’re at a weird angle with the pillow shared between you and your neck is crooked to try and keep a good enough view of the sky in front of you. For now, the view was still littered with stars, but they’d disappear soon for the sun to instead break over the horizon. It was peaceful, nobody else on the island would be up this early. There was something about that for you and Rafe - a comfort you found in nobody else. He was your best friend, though you would never admit that to Sarah.

“Okay, question,” Rafe comments, “Do you think you’ll stay here after school ends?”

“Here?” You frown, both of your eyes staring at the point where the water met the sky.

“Yeah, here, in the Outer Banks.”

You take a deep breath. School finishing was still over a year away - that felt like a lifetime. Anything could happen between now and then. But the thing about living in OBX was that it generally felt like nothing ever happened. You couldn’t imagine being here forever, but you couldn’t exactly imagine being anywhere else.

“I don’t know, maybe,” You return, “Would you?”

He doesn’t respond for a little while but you watch his shoulders shrug when you turn your head towards him, “I guess, I’ll have to be here to take over from Ward anyway.”

Both of you fall to silence and somewhere in the calm, you move your head to rest on his shoulder. It’s comfortable, like it grounds the two of you in the moment - both forgetting completely about the discomfort of the entire setup you’d made in the truck. Rafe tilts his own head so that his cheek rests atop your head, seemingly melting his form against you like he relaxes completely.

“I couldn’t imagine being here without you,” Rafe mumbles into the dead air, “I don’t think I could be anywhere without you.”

As he speaks, the first glimpses of sunlight poke above the clear horizon and spill onto the water. They catch on the flat waves and dip over to reach you, brightening the air around you.

You take in a deep breath and lean closer against him, “You’d be lost without me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I think I would be.”

—__—__—

There aren’t any direct flights between London and Norfolk, of course, and it feels weird when you arrive at JFK - so close to Rafe and yet incapable of seeing him. He was in meetings all day today and apparently it was something really serious, though he told you it was way too boring for him to explain to you. With the flight times and shitty service, it had been a while since you’d spoken to him anyway, but it felt weirder than ever to be going back home now. You didn’t feel like the same person you were when you left, and it felt like your entire life had changed in the last couple of months. But you were going back home, more sure of yourself than ever.

The taxi drops you just outside of Sarah and John B’s house and you drag your suitcase along their driveway with a strange anticipation.

Before you can even knock, the door swings wide open.

“Oh my god you’re really here!” Sarah exclaims, her arms outstretched wide to hug you.

You grin and drop the handle of your suitcase, hurrying over to her. You hug her cautiously, her bump swollen in the space between you - much larger than when you’d seen her last.

“I’m so happy you’re home,” She lets out a sigh of relief against you, “I missed you way too much.”

You laugh and step back from her, looking down at the bump, “And everything is going well?”

“Yep, two months to go, nursery is pretty much done now,” She smiles, “And if John B makes any more furniture for the baby, we won’t have any space in the house.”

“Did you expect anything different?” You smile.

She leads you inside and tells you that your old room is still there for you, obviously. And it feels like a little piece of you has returned home, truly.

—__—__—

The sun has fully risen before either of you think to move but you start to hear the way Rafe’s breaths even out beside you. Somewhere between the night meeting the day, his arm had moved from his side to wrap over you, his hand resting across your torso. You hadn’t thought to move it - it just felt natural. He’s snoring just slightly, barely audible, but it seems to rumble in the air between you as his head snuggles against yours.

You tilt your head just slightly, enough that you can catch a glimpse of him. His soft features. The way his cupid’s bow dips prominently above his lips, shadowing over where the slightest hint of stubble grew across his upper lip. His hair needed cutting but he hadn’t thought to worry about it yet. His eyelashes look longer than ever as they fan down to cast shadows just over the faint dark circles under his eyes.

In that moment, you know. You’d stay here if he was here, you’d go if he left, you’d want him to follow you if you went. Because home wasn’t in so-called ‘paradise on earth’, or with your family or by yourself - it was with him.

In your movement, he stirs from his slumber and his lips part with a groan, stretching beside you as his arm disappears from your torso, leaving a hot mark in it’s absence. He stretches his legs out and his arms extend above his head until eventually his eyes follow suit and open too.

“What time is it?” He mumbles through his fatigue, blinking against the now blinding sun.

“Um, like nine I think,” You return, leaning up onto your elbows.

“We should head back,” Rafe grumbles, pushing himself up to sit, the blanket falling around his hips, “Good to go?”

“Um, yeah, yeah, sure,” You nod, shuffling yourself out of the back of the truck and following him around, going your separate ways to the driver and passenger seats.

The two of you drive home quietly as the rest of the town starts to wake up around you, businesses opening and cars passing by you on the busier roads. Rafe taps his hands on the wheel in time to the quiet music coming through the speakers, and every so often he hums along, silencing when he pulls into your driveway and puts the car into park.

“Okay, now I have a question,” You speak into the space between you, leaning your head back against the headrest of your chair.

“Go ahead,” He leans his head back too, rolling it so that his eyes are focused on your direction.

“Did you mean it earlier? That you couldn’t imagine being here without me?”

Rafe laughs lightly but you’re sure you catch the sight of his cheeks turning just a little bit pink, “Are you kidding? There’s nobody else that I like here.”

You smile a little and bite your lip so that it doesn’t extend too far onto your face, “I jus-“

“This place is unbearable, you know that. If you weren’t here I’d be bored out of my mind,” Rafe continues, “Then again, I can’t imagine you want your entire life to be here. You’ll go to college, probably find someone, settle down somewhere that’s not here.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding, “Yeah, yeah, maybe.”

“You know Sarah thinks there’s a guy at school that likes you, maybe you should go for it,” He persists, raising his eyebrows at you.

You can’t quite figure out the expression on his face, one that seems as though it’s hiding the slightest glimpse of pain. But Rafe was always good at hiding his emotions.

“A guy at school?” You shake every other thought out of your head, the slightest quiver in your voice that you try to avoid focusing on, “Did she say who?”

“Some guy called James,” Rafe traces his finger over the curve of his steering wheel absently, a sort of glass look to his eyes.

“Oh, right, I didn’t know,” You clear your throat, “Maybe you’re right - maybe I should go for it.”

—__—__—

“Is this okay? Or is it too fancy?” You brush your hands over the material of your dress, checking it over in the mirror once again.

You were getting ready to go to the engagement party that Pope and Cleo were hosting at his parents’ house. They’d told you to dress fancy but you never really knew what that meant with this group - JJ would likely still show up in shorts.

“You look gorgeous!” Sarah exclaims, fixing her hair in the other mirror - getting ready like this felt like being back to when the two of you were younger, gossiping over things that were likely to happen at the next party, dreading the thought of seeing people you hated.

You’d opted for a flowy silk dress, one that Sarah had in her closet but had never worn. It hugged your curves and flowed airily around your legs, thin spaghetti straps either side of your chest. Your hands brush over it once more before flattening over the slick back bun of your hair, tilting your chin to check your light covering of makeup.

“Okay, okay, I’m ready,” You nod, oddly nervous to see the people that had known you for a short forever.

It didn’t feel like you were the same person that they’d known before, just slightly changed in every aspect by the loss of what you thought was your future, perhaps changed even more so by the realisation of what you really wanted instead.

You grab your bag from the bed and follow Sarah downstairs to where John B was waiting with the car already running, engine humming impatiently in the air.

It’s a short drive across the island to where Pope’s family home was and John B parks the car amongst the few dotted vehicles of people that were already there - JJ’s bike is on the far side against the porch, accompanied by the similar one that he’d got for Kie, spending months working on doing it up.

You follow Sarah and John B across the way to the front door, already open to let in the air and the flow of people coming to congratulate the happy couple.

Instantly, you’re met with Pope and Cleo as soon as you enter, their faces lighting up at the sight of the three of you.

“Congratulations!” You all say in chorus, enveloping the couple into some sort of group hug in a mess of all of your arms.

You jumble through questions of ‘how did it happen’ ‘did you cry’ ‘what did your parents say’ before spending at least a minute in awe of the ring decorating Cleo’s hand - it had belonged to Pope’s grandmother.

“Well, we bought you these to say congratulations,” John B holds out the flowers in front of him, a bouquet wrapped in brown paper .

“That’s so sweet of you, thank you!” Cleo beams, “Would you mind putting them over on that table? I’ll go get you guys some drinks too, what do you fancy?”

“I’ll take them,” You offer to John B, taking the flowers from him along with the couple of cards you were already holding.

There are already bouquets of flowers lined up along the table, along with a few cards all expressing different forms of congratulations. You set the flowers into one of the available vases already filled with waiting water and make sure they look somewhat presentable against the other fancy bouquets. Just as you go to set down the two enveloped cards, your eyes brush over the ones already there. There’s one from Pope’s parents with a heartfelt message that almost brings a tear to your eye, another from JJ and Kie with a message along the lines of ‘fucking finally’. But there’s one out of all of them that catches your eye - handwriting you’d never forget.

To Pope and Cleo,

Congratulations to the two of you on your engagement. You were meant to find each other .

Rafe

There’s a lump in your throat before you’ve even scanned the words, reading them over again just to make sure the name was what your mind was telling you it was. No. He must’ve just sent it in the mail. Right? It could’ve got here in that time. Then again, this was the Outer Banks - nothing ever ran that fast. Maybe he sent it as soon as they told him. Maybe?

“(Y/N)?”

It’s John B that speaks up from behind you and you can’t help the flinch in your shoulders as he snaps you from your thoughts.

“Everything okay?” He says as you turn around, a frown settling between his brows, “Pope and Cleo said everyone else is outside - I thought I’d come and get you before we went out.”

“Right, yeah, of course,” You clear your throat, “Sorry, just looking through the cards.”

“I got you a beer, is that alright?” He outstretches his arm to you with a cold bottle of beer held in his grip.

“Perfect, thanks,” You offer a smile in return, taking the drink into your hand to slightly mask the shake of your fingers.

You follow behind him through the house until the two of you reach the final room and he stops in his tracks, so abruptly that you almost knock into the back of him.

“What are you do-“ You’re cut off as he steps aside, far enough for you to see what stood right in front of him.

There’s a lump in your throat almost instantly, a sort of numbness in your entire body, a determined focus on not dropping the bottle in your hand as the cool condensation seems to itch at your skin.

He’s there. He’s here. He’s home.

His hair is shaved now, cropped short against his head, and there’s a tan to his skin seemingly enhanced by the cool grey of his suit, the crisp white of his shirt. His eyes are on you and only you.

Somewhere in the moment, John B has made himself scarce, sure that each other are all you need in this moment.

“I took a wrong turn on the way to work,” Rafe says nonchalantly, his lips curling into a smile as he speaks.

You laugh gently and set your bottle down on the nearest surface, stepping across the short distance between you to wrap your arms around him quickly, finding their way around the back of his neck.

Rafe chuckles gently against your ear as his head dips into your shoulder, arms around your waist strong enough to lift you up from the floor.

His laugh in your ear breaks into a symphony around you, like an entire chorus has just begun as the simple sound of his joy. A symphony for him. For being home.

“Why didn’t you say?” You pull away from him enough to look at his face, scanning his features, your hands on either one of his shoulders.

Rafe shrugs gently, hands settling on your waist, “I didn’t decide until you were already on your flight. And then I just left, I just knew I had to be here.”

“I can’t believe yo-“

He hears your voice crack over the words and takes it as his instant task to stop your tears.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Rafe shakes his head, “I’m mainly here to see Pope.”

You laugh and the tears in your eyes seem to settle, sniffing them back just to be sure before you step reluctantly away from his arms.

“It’s really good to see you,” He confirms with a sincerity you couldn’t even try to deny.

It lights up a smile onto your face that you were sure wouldn’t ever be matched by anyone else, a brightness only he brought to you.

“Yeah, it’s really good,” You nod, hand slipping down from his chest.

He catches it before it falls completely to your side, lifting up your hand in his as he laces your fingers together, squeezing gently before pressing a kiss to the knuckle of your ring finger.

Rafe doesn’t need to say more, and neither do you. It’s enough in that moment, nothing else needed. Your hands drop back down to your sides, still laced with his as he picks your drink up from the counter and hands it to you, leading you out to the group outside.

It was an odd feeling really - not a single one of them commented on it. Nobody thought to make a corny comment about the two of you, or pick up on the way he stood so close to your side, the way he looked at you when you spoke, the way his eyes lit up when you laughed. Because, for the first time, all of this felt just a little bit natural - like the two of you starting to gravitate towards each other. And all of them were happy to let it finally happen.

For the rest of the party, you and Rafe mingle separately around the crowds. He speaks to Sarah about how the pregnancy is going and tells her he still can’t believe it is happening. You talk to Cleo and Kie about starting on wedding plans, and Kie says she can’t even start to imagine what JJ will say in his best man speech. They ask you about London and tell you that you looked the best you’d ever been - and you agree, it’s the best you’ve felt. JJ jokes that James would be kicking himself for the next decade for losing you. It’s another realisation that you’ve moved on when you don’t feel anything at the mention of his name.

Eventually, darkness starts to slip over the garden and the warmth of the sun slips away just a little.

“Hey,” You’re greeted by the feeling of a hand pressed against your back, soft and certain against the dip towards your lower spine.

You turn your head slightly and glance at Rafe, his form towering over behind you.

“Fancy getting out of here for a bit?” His face has that same boisterous energy that he had when the two of you were seventeen, the same brightness in his eyes.

“Okay,” You hum in response.

He slips his jacket off from around him and sets it over your shoulders, squeezing the skin before his hands leave you.

With that, you follow him out around the back of the mingling crowd of people, down towards the side of the house that would lead out down to the water.

“It’s crazy seeing them two engaged, isn’t it?” You comment, “And with Sarah and John B having a baby.”

Rafe nods, matching the stride of his steps to walk alongside you, “A lot is changing, we’re all growing up.”

You laugh and follow him down the dock, watching the way the moonlight seems to reflect from the water and into his eyes. He sits down on the edge of the wooden dock and stretches a hand back for you to sit down beside him, helping you lower yourself to the makeshift seat.

It’s peaceful, the sky and the sea quiet around you.

“So,” Rafe nudges his shoulder against yours, “Are you happy to be back?”

“It’s nice, it’s comfortable, you know?” You nod, your hands in your lap.

All of you wants to reach out to him but there’s a slightly irrational side of yourself that is scared to, fearful of overstepping a line that neither of you had drawn.

“Yeah there is something nice about coming here, knowing everywhere, knowing everyone,” Rafe continues, “I know when the sun sets and what stars you can see, which route gets you home faster away from the tourists.”

You laugh, “Yeah, I don’t think anywhere in New York would get you away from the tourists.”

“I liked New York,” He persists, “It was a good escape.”

“Was?”

“Well, I can’t just leave my job there or anything, but I don’t need to escape anymore,” He smiles gently at you, dimples prominent on either side of his cheeks.

Both of you fall to silence again and he reaches over to take your hand into his, still resting the interlocked hands over your lap.

He’s certain then, as he’d been certain with so many other things recently, that he knows it. He knows that this is all he’d been waiting on. A moment of peace, with you, your hand in his. Knowing you were here, that you were home.

“Do you remember when you first got your car?” You say quietly, letting the words catch on the breeze in front of you, “When we used to sneak out together.”

He chuckles deeply, “Of course I do, I’d come and pick you up in the middle of the night and we’d find the sunrise.”

You nod, “There was one day we went and you fell asleep on me and I remember laying there and thinking then that I knew. I knew that I wanted to be with you, that I wanted you by my side.”

“But I-“

“You drove me home and in the car you told me that I should give James a chance,” You swallow the lump in your throat, staring at an unmoving spot in the water, “I went out on my first date with him four days later. I knew I was in love with you and I still went with him.”

“Why didn’t you-“

“I was so terrified of losing you as a friend that I spent that entire first date convincing myself that I liked him and I didn’t need to love you. And I did the same on our next date too, and again and again and when he asked me to be his girlfriend I said yes without a second thought because part of me really believed that I could do it - that I didn’t need to love you anymore,” You let out a shaky breath, “I was kidding myself for nine years.”

Rafe looks down at your hands intertwined and smiles to himself, a little laugh passing his lips.

You turn your head to look at him, hints of a frown toying between your brows, “Are you laughing at me Rafe Cameron?”

He turns to look at you, “I told you to wait until I saw you for you to tell me that you loved me, and I think you just did.”

You can’t help the ferocious heat that claws at your cheeks and you bite at your lip to stop your smile from spreading too widely over your face, “I think I just did.”

Rafe grins, releasing your hand from his to cup your chin between his thumb and forefinger, drawing your focus solely to him. Slowly, but with nothing short of certainty, he pulls himself in towards you, eyes flicking down to your lips before he presses his against yours in the softest kiss the world can muster. It’s gentle and calm, and your hand moves up to grip his shoulder as if the contact needs to ground you into this exact moment. He deepens his kiss against you, fingers shifting from your chin to around your jaw, fingers stretching to the back of your neck as his thumb caresses your cheek, fingers gripping you into him.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” He half laughs as he pulls away, his forehead pressing into yours, lips curling into a smile as his breath fans hot over your skin.

You laugh and bring your hands to either side of his face to hold him in your grasp, as if reminding yourself he was really there.

“God, I love you (Y/N).”

“I love you too.”

———

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Okay I know am making alot of requests but I just want to write this down and get it to you so I hopefully won't forget. But how about sub Steven with a werewolf boyfriend. And he starts ignoring Steven because his rut is coming and doesn't want to hurt Steven. Which leads to Steven coming over to his home and seeing if he is okay. Reader then explains and steven says he won't hurt him if he will have him. Which leads to Steven getting destroyed and then reader asks if he wants to be his mate forever and steven says yes and then gets marked by reader. Idk why but I've just been in the mood for monster readers so if you dont mind that the next few requests I make will probably be different monsters.-🐻‍❄️

I don't mind if you request a lot honestly I love it keeps me busy. Hope you like it my friend and I don't mind writing about monsters! 🐻‍❄

Warnings! SMUT, monster sex, werewolf reader, talk about breeding,

STEVEN GRANT X WEREWOLF MALE READER

"This isn't like Y/n."

Steven thinks to himself after seeing Y/n text messages. Y/n had canceled their date again It's like the fourth time this week he had done it. And all his excuses was the same.

"Sorry Steven, but I can't make it. I'll make it up next time baby."

Usually Steven wouldn't mind if Y/n canceled it cause he will always tell him the reason but this time Y/n will just apologize and tell him he will make it up.

So of course Steven grew worried for his boyfriend since this was the first time Y/n ever acted like this. Steven made a plan to visit his boyfriend buying some snacks for him if hes sick.

Steven walks up to Y/n's house and uses the spare key unlocking the door and walking inside. The house is dark and silent a bit creepy if Steven was honest. Steven explores the house seeing lots of things broken and torn apart like paintings, vases, seats and chairs and even a whole table.

Steven walks to his boyfriend's bedroom hearing growls and panting. Steven crouches a little looking through the keyhole and a gasp escapes his lips. Steven stares in awe at his boyfriend. Y/n is naked on the floor breathing while some moans escape his lips Y/n eyes staring at his hard aching cock. Y/n eyes shoot up at the door and stand up from the floor.

"Baby? I wouldn't want to come in right now if I was you...I'm not in the best shape right now." Y/n tries to reason walking closer to the door laying his head on it."What's the matter love?" Steven asks through the door feeling even more worried.

Y/n thinks of a way to tell his boyfriend what's going on with him without sounding blunt. "Remember when me and you had that long boring talk about what I am a few months back?" "About your werewolf thingy?" Y/n chuckles at his boyfriend response.

"Yes Stevey. Uhm well...I'm going through my rut to avoid the long and boring details It's very dangerous for you to be here." After Y/n tells Steven that Steven grows quiet causing Y/n to worry. "Steven. All those months back when I told you I will never hurt you. I still plan to stick to my words." Y/n says that to hopefully ease his boyfriend.

"Is there a way that I can help you?" Steven asks worriedly and puts his hand on the door knob. Y/n tries to hold back the monster inside of him opening the door for Steven. "Steven...If you let me have you i'll promise not to hurt you."

Y/n takes Steven by his cheeks brings him closer and kisses Steven deeply on his lips. As the two kiss Y/n inhales Steven's scent making the beast inside him even more hard to hold back. The kiss gets even more heated with Y/n basically tackling Steven on the bed pinning him down as he uses his free hand ripping Steven's clothes off.

Y/n growls in Steven's mouth and pulls away from the kiss and rips off Steven's shirt completely. Y/n bites and licks Steven's chest lust and his animal instincts take over him completely. Y/n's hard cock presses against Steven's ass while Y/n grinds onto Steven's lower half.

Once Steven is naked Y/n flips him over so his chest and stomach is on the sheets while his waist is up. Steven hears Y/n transforming into his wolf form and he feels Y/n's hard cock gets even bigger. Y/n's cock is between Steven's thighs moving back and forth. Y/n movement is fast opening a bottle of lube and applying it on his fingers while he uses his free hand to hold Steven's waist still.

"HmMm!~ oh fu-uuck!" Steven moans out feeling Y/ns first finger going inside of him. Even though it's only one finger it makes Steven already feel so full inside. Steven cries and moans in the sheets rocking his hips back and forth on the finger. Y/n adds another finger stretching Steven out at a fast pace, Steven's cock leaks with precum oozing out the tip. Soon enough Steven is in pure bliss by the fingers holding the sheets for dear life as he screams and moans. To Steven it seems Y/n still has his sense in human in him fingering and stretching him so thoughtfully.

Y/n pulls his fingers out and quickly adds lube on his cock. The human sense of Y/n is thrown out the window when Y/n grabs Steven's waist slamming him down onto his cock without mercy. Y/n growls and begins to fuck his boyfriend merciless. The grip Y/n has on Steven's hips is gonna mark, but Y/n doesn't care only focusing on his own pleasure.

"L-love! s--slow down! pleAse slow down! AhhHh~ ohh fuck~" Steven begs while his face runs with tears.

The bed creaks, shakes and bounces from the two as skin slapping, moans and screams can be heard from outside the house while the two are at it. Steven holds onto the pillow for dear life screaming in it while some of his tears land on it.

Y/n's cock is reaching new places for Steven causing Steven to scream and cry as the cock inside him explore places that it hasn't ever reached. Y/n turns Steven around making his back on the sheets now. Steven's eyes are all watery, but he can still see Y/n's wolf features clearing. Steven opens his legs wider giving Y/n more access.

Steven looks down at his stomach seeing the outline of Y/n cock bulging in his stomach. Steven weakly moves his hand on the bulge feeling it move up and down inside him. The image of Y/n that deep inside him makes Steven throw his head back and cum hard all over himself and his lover.

The scent of his Steven makes Y/n intoxicated and makes him go even faster abusing his hole. Y/n growl and snarl and almost let out a sound almost like a howl as he cums deep inside Steven burying his seed deep inside him. Steven cries and moans feeling Y/n hot cum inside him. Steven thinks Y/n load never stops coming. It overfills him causing most of the cum to leak out of his abused hole.

"Steven...Become my mate. Be mine forever."

"Y----yes. I wanna be your mate..." Even though Steven's answer is quiet Y/n still hears him and moves to Steven's neck finding a spot before biting into it deeply. Steven winces and squirms under Y/n.

After a while Y/n finally pulls away licking and kissing the mark before turning back into his human form.

"Soo...How will you rate the monster?"

"Y/nnn. Not now." Steven says out of breath.

"I'm just saying. Looks like you two had fun. I mean you're covered in cum and lets not even talk about your legs, thighs and especially your ass---"

Y/n gets cut off by a pillow thrown his way. Y/n laughs and kisses Steven's head. "He told me he likes you. And he wants to fuck you again until you have his children." Y/n says honestly with a giggle.

"Did you hear me Steven----" "SHUT UP"

THE END

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Hiiii I saw ur taking request so I wanted to request something too. So it sounds depressing and would It be okay if u did a Bts reaction where they have a kid but their s/o passed away and now the kid is in kid of depressing mood. I’ve lost my dad and I wanted to see how they would deal with it?

He comforts your child after losing you ~ BTS Reactions

Genre: Angst

A/n: Dear anon, I'm deeply sorry. I totally understand the pain of losing a father, and I hope in some way, you'd find comfort through this.

Also!! I just realized (after writing the entire thing) that I might've read your request wrong, I'm not sure if you're referring to the s/o being the member or the reader but I've taken the s/o as the reader because I'm not entirely comfortable writing about the members in that sense. I really hope that's okay with you and I also hope this is what you had in mind ahhh :(

Kim Namjoon:

"Son?"

The boy's head turned at the sound of his father's voice, the ghost of a smile appearing on his face.

"You're up?"

Namjoon nodded, dumping the sheets that he was about to put into the washer onto the couch. With slow steps, Namjoon walked towards his son who had placed a chair a few feet away from the main door and was seated on it.

"What are you doing?"

The boy chuckled lightheartedly, turning to face the open door and pointing towards it.

"Sometimes I feel like mom would just walk in through the door like she always used to."

Namjoon looked at the door with little to no expression on his face.

"She would always bring me chicken sandwiches from the bistro at work. I still can never forget the jingle of her keys."

The boy glanced back at his father.

"Do you feel that way too? That she could just walk in?"

With a little tug on his trembling bottom lip, Namjoon cleared his throat and reached for another chair, dragging it and sitting beside his son.

"I do."

Both boys turned to face the door back again.

"Not just through there," Namjoon tentatively looked into his lap. "Sometimes I feel like when I wake up, she'll be there."

"I miss her," the boy admitted in a low whisper. "It's been hurting a lot more the past few days."

"Yeah?" Namjoon reached out and touched the boy's shoulder. "You can talk to me whenever."

"I know," he acknowledged. "I know."

"I'm not going to say that it gets better eventually. Life is never going to be the same without her. But you're not alone, that much I can assure you of."

"Thanks, dad." The little boy looked back at the wooden door.

"But in case mom does come back, I'll make sure to tell her just how much I love her. I never got to tell her that."

The corner of Namjoon's eyes burned when tears filled them, a broken sigh escaping his chest.

"She knows."

Kim Seokjin:

“Here,” Jin placed a bottle of soda before his daughter. “You’ve been working too hard.”

“I have to,” she commented with a little shrug. “The little ones need me.”

Jin carefully observed his daughter’s expression.

“They need…” she finally continued under her father’s stare, “a mother.”

Jin tried to cover the sharp intake of breath that he took.

"Darling," Jin gently touched his daughter's head. "You're too young to think that way."

She nodded a little. "I hope you don't feel bad when I say this, and I really want you to know that I appreciate the way you work so hard for all of us. But they don't understand that mom can't come back. They still write letters to her, they still include mom in their class drawings and stuff, and they miss her."

Jin sighed deeply. "I know. But that doesn't mean you need to take on the responsibility of a mother. I'm here for that."

"I'm sorry, dad," she spoke gently averting her gaze. "I just don't want them to feel the way I do."

"How do you feel?" Jin sat down beside her but kept some distance to give her her space to think and speak openly. The teen raised a hand to bite her fingernail before deflating into a defeated sigh.

"I know that mom is gone. I know that I don't have a mom now. I don't want them to feel that just yet. They're too young."

"Darling," Jin shook his head. "You're too young, too. Let me be the parent here, please. I don't need you to take this stress. Okay?"

"I don't know if I could do that, dad," she smiled tightly. "Sometimes doing things for them keeps me preoccupied and at the same time, it makes me feel close to mom. It reminds me of the way she used to work for us, the way she used to care for us. It makes me feel like...I'm becoming like her. I want to keep doing this."

Jin nodded in understanding.

"I'm sure mom is so proud of you for being so strong, just like I am. But I need you to promise me that if you ever feel weak, it's okay to feel that way, alright? You can lean on me."

A soft smile graced her features, a little nod following.

"I know, dad. Mom taught me that, too."

Min Yoongi:

"Dad, no," the little boy groaned, stuffing a pillow over his face. "I don't like pancakes."

"I know you do," Yoongi spoke softly, placing the plate beside him on the bed. "Please, just try it for me."

"I've not eaten pancakes for the past two months and you know why, dad. You make them perfectly and I don't want it that way! I like my pancakes b-"

The 12-year-old grew silent, staring at the plate beside him.

"Burnt? Like the way mom used to make it?"

He looked up at his father with tears in his eyes, immediately taking the plate into his hands.

"This smells the same," his voice cracked, reaching into the plate and picking up a pancake to bite into.

A little cry erupted from him, tears falling from his eyes and onto the plate.

"It tastes the same too."

"Mom used to always forget about the pancakes on the stove because she used to get too absorbed with the orange juice that she used to make. And you would always feel too bad to make her throw them away, so you'd eat them anyway, yeah?"

The boy nodded through his tears. "I miss her so much."

Yoongi smiled sadly, sitting down on the bed and patting his son on the back.

"I miss her too."

"Why can't she just come back?" he wept into the plate, teary eyes staring down at the almost black pancakes. "Why can't she just come back to us?"

"I don't know, son."

Yoongi reached into the plate and broke off a piece of pancake for himself.

"I really don't know."

"Do you think mom feels sad when she sees us this way?"

Yoongi shrugged. "I don't want her to be sad."

"Me neither," the boy admitted. "I want her to be happy."

"I guess she wants us to be happy as well," Yoongi said. "It's difficult, but she won't like to see us this way."

"I'll try really hard, dad. I'll do anything to make mom happy." The boy sniffled, taking another big bite and wiping his tears away.

"We'll make her happy, wherever she is. Okay?"

Jung Hoseok:

"Son?"

The young man turned to face his father, raising a hand to wave at him.

"Hi, appa."

"What're you doing here?" Hoseok frowned, reaching him and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "All okay?"

"I quit my job," he got straight to the point. "I didn't feel like continuing there. I just came to tell you that before you got to know from someone else."

"That's okay," Hoseok's grip tightened around the boy. "That's perfectly fine. Are you feeling any better?"

He shook his head a little.

"I feel relieved that I don't need to be responsible anymore. But I'm not that thrilled. A part of me knows that sitting at home all day is not a good reason to leave a job, but that's what I feel. I hope you're okay with that."

"I am," Hoseok nodded. "Take all the time you need. Even if you wanna stay in bed or watch TV all day, I don't mind. You do what makes you happy, okay?"

"I'm not sure if this could make me happy, dad," he admitted. "Nothing really makes me happy these days."

"And that's okay too," Hoseok encouraged. "Honestly, I'm not happy at all, either. But we're trying, yeah? We aren't giving up, and that's all that matters."

"I hope it's not weird," the boy was already cringing, "but can I hug you?"

"Of course," Hoseok chuckled, pulling his son against him.

"Sorry," the boy laughed under his breath. "I've never really hugged you, is that weird?"

"Not at all," Hoseok smiled into the boy's shoulder, letting his palms run along his back. "We should do this more often."

"Right," he chuckled awkwardly, pulling away from his father. "I don't really like hugs, but today, I needed one."

"I'm glad you came to me, son," Hoseok spoke softly. "I hope I've not been too bad of a father."

"You haven't," he shook his head. "I'm sorry I've been so distant. I just needed some time, I still do."

"Take all the time you need."

Park Jimin:

"Sweetheart," Jimin sighed in relief, worried eyes meeting his daughter's own red ones. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

"I'm sorry," she looked away, playing with the little bouquet of flowers that she made for herself. "I just wanted to be with mom for a bit."

"You should've told me, bubba. I thought something bad happened." Jimin couldn't control the concern that was evident in his voice. He sat on the floor beside her, patting her back gently.

"I'm just glad you're safe."

"I'm always safe when mom's with me," she mumbled, her eyes falling back to the gravestone and gazing at your name written in cursive letters.

"I just got tired of being at home. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I'm sorry I got you worried."

"It's okay, now." Jimin looked down at the flowers in her hand. "You made that for her?"

She nodded meekly.

"I didn't have money to buy a bouquet, so I made one."

"Your mom loves yellow," Jimin commented. "I'm sure she's feeling really happy seeing you."

"But I'm not happy," she looked away. "You always talk as if she's still around. It hurts. It gives me a sense of hope that I know I shouldn't hold onto."

Jimin exhaled shakily. "I'm sorry, baby. It's not been easy for me either, sometimes I try to comfort myself by pretending that she's still there. I didn't know it's been hurting you. I'm sorry for that."

"It's okay," she whispered. "I've been doing things that hurt you, too. So I guess we can call it even."

Jimin nodded, leaning back onto his hands and looking up into the sky.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"I left my wallet back at home, dad," she reminded him again.

"Ah, right."

"But I'm hungry," she looked at her father. "Can we go to mom's favorite place?"

Jimin finally chuckled with a little nod.

"You took the words straight out of my mouth, darling."

Kim Taehyung:

"Dad?"

Taehyung looked up at his son over the bridge of his specs.

"Yes?"

"Can I have your signature on this?"

"What is it?" Taehyung held his hand up for the paper that the 15-year-old boy had in his hand.

"It's a letter..." he trailed off, placing the paper in his father's palm. "A warning letter."

Taehyung pursed his lips, reading the words on the letter carefully.

"45% attendance?" Taehyung looked up. "You leave for school every day. Have you been bunking classes?"

The boy looked to his feet with a sheepish look.

"I'm sorry, dad."

"Where do you go?" Taehyung inquired, placing his glasses on the table to look at his son. "I'm not mad that you're bunking school. I used to do it too, but I need to know where you go. It's not safe."

"I go to the beach," he confessed easily. "I go there with Dan."

"Okay," Taehyung nodded.

"I'm a little upset that you've lied to me, but it's okay. I understand where you're coming from. I'll speak to your teachers."

"I'm sorry, dad," he apologized again, feeling a little guilty. "I just... I can't concentrate in school. I don't like being at home either."

"I understand, son," Taehyung gently smiled. "It's not an easy time, so don't stress about this. I'll speak to your teachers and ask them for a short leave. They'll understand."

"Please don't tell them that mom died," the boy rushed, panicked eyes filling with tears. "They'll tell everyone, I don't want that to happen."

Taehyung looked pained. He let his eyes run over the teenager who was wearing a pair of black shorts and a plain white tee.

"Okay," he agreed. "I won't tell them that. Call Dan and go out somewhere, get something good to eat, I'll give you the money."

The boy gulped, nodding hesitantly.

"I'm sorry, dad."

"Don't be. I'll figure something out, but we'll go to grandma's place for a few days okay? I'll speak to your teachers so you don't worry about that."

"Thank you."

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook held his breath when the door creaked, slowing his movements in fear of waking up his daughter. Poking his head through the little gap, Jungkook's eyes landed on his little girl laying on the bed with her back facing the door.

With little steps, Jungkook made his way over and gently sat on top of the bed. She stirred at the dip in the bed, her little head turning to see her father lie beside her.

Jungkook froze at the familiar scent that filled his nostrils, his eyes immediately filling with tears at the olfactory memory.

"I hope you don't mind," she croaked into the darkness. "I found this in my closet. It was like mom left it in there for me to find it."

Jungkook's fingers gingerly touched the cotton material of the pajama top that his daughter was wearing, too big and too real for her. He remembered how his daughter used to hate it when you wore it because it had so many ugly flowers and frogs that you had attempted to stitch onto it, but the way it hugged her tiny frame made Jungkook sigh sadly.

"It's alright, sweetheart," Jungkook murmured, resting his head back against the pillow and leaving his palm open on the bed.

"I'm sorry I've been skipping school," she continued with a small voice. "I'm sorry I don't-"

"It's okay," Jungkook spoke kindly. "You don't need to apologize for anything. I understand."

She grew silent, remaining still and little soft breaths escaping her parted lips.

"Appa?"

Jungkook turned to face her when he felt her little hand slip into his palm. He held her hand and delicately traced his thumb over her skin.

"Hmm?"

"Can we sleep in the same room? I'm scared."

Jungkook nodded instantly, but she couldn't see it in the dark.

"Of course. Why are you scared? I'm right here."

She took in a shaky breath, finally letting a sorrowful tear slide down her temple.

"I'm scared of waking up and finding out that I've lost you too."

Jungkook tightened his grip around her hand, turning onto his side and simply gazing across at the side of his daughter's face.

"I can't promise you that you won't lose me," he spoke realistically.

"I don't know what the future holds. But I'm here now. I'm here with you. Right now, I'm not going anywhere."

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A/n: I couldn't attach any GIFs to this post, I tried a lot but I guess Tumblr is having some issues lol. I hope you liked this one :) I've written this entirely from personal experiences because this is exactly the way my mom comforted me when I lost my nana.

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Hiii I have a request!! Can u do an angtsy caught cheating on y/n w atsumu, ushijima and any other boys? PLS

— YOU CAUGHT THEM CHEATING ON YOU

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, ushijima wakatoshi, suna rintarō, kuroo tetsurō, tsukkishima kei

note: angst‼️I DONT HEADCANON CHARACTERS LIKE THIS! apart from that, thank you for requesting <3

❦ ATSUMU took longer than usual to get home after practice, he was normally now coming two hours later but four? something may had happened, that's why your rushed to the gym to see if he was alright and god, how you wish you didn't do that, how you wish you didn't see him with his tongue down his managers throat whispering the same praises he told you every single night, maybe his promises of loving you forever that he just told you yesterday while cooking together were a lie, maybe the last four years of your life were an entire lie

❦ USHIJIMA was taking a shower when his phone started ringing without stopping maybe it's an emergency you thought, and yes, it was in fact an emergency, his mistress number leaving missed calls and messages of ‘toshi, the test is positive’ made you realise that your marriage was broken and your husband was the father of a kid it wasn't yours; “oh, love, you're gonna join?” he asked you when you stepped into the bathroom with glossy eyes “toshi?” you took a deep breath before letting out the rest of the sentence “why is a girl texting you her test is positive?”

❦ SUNA came home late, again but dispose that, he went to greet you at the kitchen, where he knew you were making dinner “sorry I'm late” he told you with a quick kiss on your forehead and you don't miss the way he smells as a perfume that isn't your nor him “is okay rin, I'm glad you're here now” you told him with the tugging feeling in your heart that finally snapped when you saw the hickies on his neck after he took off his scarf “r-rin” you told him with quivering lips and eyes full of years “pretty why are you crying?” “your neck”

❦ KUROO stepped into the shower to surprise you, even if he just came from his mistress houser he was dying to have some quality time with you “hi baby” you jumped forward, scared of the sudden voice “god, tetsuro– you fucking smell, turn around so I can wash you” he turned around without thinking of the scratches his side piece left less than an hour ago, they were angry red so by common instinct, they were new “tetsu?” you told him, trying so hard not to break because there was a small possibly that it was a lie, he turned around again and trapped you with his arms “yeah baby?” “can you explain the scratches on your back?”

❦ TSUKKI forgot his lunch at home and you thought it would be a good act to give it to him at work and have lunch together, everyone at the museum greeted you except for that receptionist that was always there when you came in; opening the staff room door, you saw the blond hair of your husband leaning on the couch and this girl on his knees, you didn't have to take a second look to know what was happening there, letting the lunch fall to the floor and running for your damn life back home, if only could you keep calling it that

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Karl Heisenberg // SFW alphabet

Request: So there was no actual request, I just knew this would cheer up my closest friend. 

Dedicated to: @rey-is-not-a-skywalker

Summary: A sfw A-Z for Karl Heisenberg, from Resident Evil Village!

Warnings: Explicit language

Notes: Please, have some Soft!Heisenberg, bor. It’s one of the many, many things you deserve.  To those who have requested oneshots- I am working on them, please be patient! My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!

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A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) 

He’s never affectionate publicly. Behind closed doors, though- well maybe he’s not your stereotypical lovey-dovey type, but hey-ho, he shows it in his own little way. A few hugs, but mostly through making you things. Music boxes, little figures and robots that wind up, you name it, he’ll try and make it. 

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

He’s not a friendly man, typically. He’s cold, and driven only by his motives. It takes a long time for him to warm up to you, but when he eventually does he is always by your side, whenever you should need him. Be it for violence, or for an ear to pour your thoughts into- even though half the time you swear he’s not listening completely. 

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Heisenberg likes warm cuddles above all others. The kind where he can pull you close and hold you there for a while- he likes feeling you against his chest. It’s comforting to him, after years of no affection and a torturous living experience. 

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

Karl is not particularly skilled in any domestic skill. He’s very mediocre at cooking, and he can’t clean to save his life- his factory is littered with dust and other probably very harmful particles. He isn’t very good in a domestic environment at all, really. 

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Blunter than a broken pencil I’m afraid. He’s never had to hide something from you in the past, so why should this be any different? He would not want to beat around the bush here, he’d annoy himself with pleasantries and euphemisms. 

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)

He’s perfectly fine staying as partners, without marriage looming over the pair of you. Quite frankly, he doesn’t think it’s worth it.  “A piece of damn paper to show someone your fucking devotion? Bullshit.” 

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)

Unless you’re shaking like a leaf or have specifically asked him to be gentle with or around you, he’s not going to be. He’ll treat you much how he treats most others- with a little bit of affection for zest and flavour every now and then. 

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)

While he likes cuddles, he isn’t a huge fan of hugs. He thinks they’re too short to show any real affection, and often get in the way of whatever task the recipient is trying to perform.  

I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)

S l o w l y. This man has gone through some stuff, and doesn’t want to get attached to people despite falling for you. Give him a chance. 

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

Okay so he may be “non-committal” in a loose sense of the term, but this man is one jealous motherfucker. And he gets angry. I’m talking  punching the wall, lashing out and breaking shit kind of angry. It’s mostly because of a nagging fear that not only will he lose you to someone you think is better or less monstrous than he is, but also in part due to a feeling that because of what he was forced to become, he isn’t good enough to keep you for himself. 

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He kisses you on your hands or neck mostly. Those are his favourite places to kiss you. He occasionally kisses you on the inside of your wrist. If you have any scars as well, he’ll kiss them. 

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

It depends. Sometimes he’s the perfect uncle figure, others he’s a whirlwind of rage. If you’re taking him to see some children for a prolonged amount of time, please check how he’s acting and feeling on the day so there isn’t some sort of horrific accident. 

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

There’s nothing special about them, he’s usually up long before you are. He doesn’t leave anything like a hot beverage behind, unless it’s a special occasion that he’s remembered- like a birthday or anniversary. 

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

He often tells you to go to bed before him, as he’s usually working on something, and would rather not have to worry about you being down in his factory and workshop. 

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

When he’s extremely angry. He gets riled up, then will start to spill facts and secrets while hardly even realising it. 

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has a very short fuse and a violent temper, to say the least. There’s a reason the man swears so much. Though he will often apologise if he’s scared you after an outburst. 

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

He remembers the basic things at the very least- Your name, your habits on eating and drinking, what you do to amuse yourself. He’s quite observant, actually. 

R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)

He made you a small music box once. The past part of his day, or his entire week, was seeing your smile as you opened it and listened to it for the first time. It was the widest he’d ever seen you smile, and he loved the feeling it gave him. 

S - Security (How protective are they?)

Very. One particular other Lord- “Lady Super-Sized Bitch,” as Heisenberg has dubbed her- is very interested in your presence, and Heisenberg has made it very much his business to keep you practically under lock and key to keep you safe. And when Ethan Winters comes around? Ooh, boy. You ain’t leaving his sight. 

T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)

He does try- through making trinkets and gadgets to both help you and show his affection. Sometimes it may not always seem that way though, with his outbursts and his tantrums. 

U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

He smokes. You tried to get him to quit once, then stopped when you realised it made him more irritable. 

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not that concerned. If he’s still kicking... Well that’s all that matters to him. 

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’d feel that something’s wrong, something’s not right- a cog missing from a machine, in a sense. And he hates that feeling. 

X - Xtra (Random HC)

This man would die for some ice-cream. You bring him a tub of the stuff- BAM, instant good mood for the next like two days. 

Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

This man is not fussy, in the slightest. 

Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)

He basically doesn’t, he gets so little it’s a wonder he can actually function normally. 

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BAD DAY

tldr:naib is mfin horny after a match wit u bae n ur both in love with esch other and equally needy but dont knoe‼️

character: Naib Subedar - mercenary

fandom: identity V

warnings: SEX!!! who could have guessed, also rough/dom naib, swearing, power bottom(lmao)/fem reader, perhaps some masochistic type a stuff but not crazy, less goooooooo

(this is like. just horny. no thoughts. only horny)

As sweat beaded down his forehead, you watched Naib angrily smash the keys of a decoding machine. Something was up, but your teammate just never seemed to let on when something had gone wrong. This match was going fine, you had three more ciphers to go, and everyone was still up and going, only two of your teammates being injured. The hunter was struggling to find any of you, and with each of you teamed up with another to decode, you were all feeling confident in a victory to the survivors. So why was Naib so stressed?

“Hey, Naib?”

 “What, y/n?” 

His tone was sharp, and he snapped back instantly. Someone was clearly cranky. What did you even do?

“Are you...feeling okay? You seem...tense.” You kept your tone neutral, preventing there to be any negativity for him to react to. Before he snapped back, he missed a calibration and alerted the hunter of our position. Still not talking, Naib wrapped a braced arm around your waist and made a dive into a pile of cardboard boxes and other various recyclables. “Shut it, y/n. Hunter’s comin’.” 

You went quiet, but still, his commanding attitude could be done without.  You squirmed in Naib’s grip, at which he grunted, and tightened his hold on you. 

He was started to really make you worry. Naib was usually a calm, collected rescuer, who often would be more reassuring when you were being hunted. You promised you’d figure all this out, just maybe after the match ended. 

The danger passed, quite literally, as Hell Ember jaunted around the trash pile you were hiding in. Naib’s grip got even tighter around you as the hunter loomed closer.  “N-Naib, I can’t-” Naib didn’t seem to give a damn for what you had to say as he slapped a hand over your mouth. “I said, quiet.” His tone was worsening, he was really pissed, huh?

You couldn’t deny yourself though, hearing him sound so stern and having him grab at you so suddenly really threw you off. Your ever-so-secret crush on Naib was keeping you from feeling angry about any of this, in fact, you were almost happy to be so close, even if he was being rude. 

Finally though, you decided that you needed to get back to the matter at hand. Leo was gone, and Naib had to let go of you sometime. You made more of an effort to move, and Naib finally dropped you. Quickly, you jumped back on the machine as the Merc slowly crept from the box pile to return to his typing position. “You know, you could have been caught if it weren’t for me.” He sputtered, quieter than before. “Th-thank you...? God, Naib, what’s your issue today?” You spoke more questioningly than upset, hoping he wouldn’t hear the annoyed undertone in your speech. “It’s nothing you’d understand.” 

Alright, you were giving up for the remainder of decoding time.

Silently, you both finished the machine, and you made a break for the opposite direction of Naib. You figured you could have some alone time to just decode, calm down, and prep for the ending leap where you’d have to play a guessing game for which gate Hell Ember would be waiting for you at. 

Taking a break from running, your steps grew light as you began to pace yourself. “y/n!” As you looked through the fog, you discovered that Edgar was awaiting you with a half done machine. “Edgar! You’re here!” You made a quick greeting to the painter before getting back to business. Small talk wasn’t necessary between the two of you, as the ability to decode calmly was leaving both of your skillsets as your heartbeats became slowly more audible. 

“Come on, y/n, we can finish this, just don’t look away from the calibrations. Stay focused.” Edgar gave you a light tap of the palm to your head as he smacked the sides of the cipher. Your pace increased, as did Edgar’s as you had merely a percentage left. Someone else’s machine popped off, and yours a second later. 

Determined and brave, you made off like a bullet towards the southward exit gate. Sneaking around a broken pillar, you sighed at the sight of a clear gate.  Edgar clearly didn’t share the idea that this was the correct gate, so you could only hope he was hiding and waiting it out to escape. Actually, it seemed like everyone picked the wrong-

*SLAM*

A large hand suddenly slapped down on the decoding pad next to yours, frightening the hell out of you. You prepared to meet your doom when you turned around, but instead met a glaring Naib. “N-Naib! Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!” “Where’d you run off to earlier!? We were supposed to be decoding together.” 

His tone from earlier was still present, so....clearly he was still peeved about something you did. “W-well I just thought-” “You thought nothin’, y/n. Just keep decoding.” Your crush wasn’t protecting him any more. Letting out an anxious and angry grunt, you turned back around to the coding pad, slamming the rubbery keys down as you decoded. 

So that’s how it was, then, huh? Fine.

“Naib, you’re a real asshole.” You huffed as you finished the gate, and stormed out, not evening looking back to see if he OR Hell Ember were following. 

Once back in the manor, you rushed back to your room, the embarrassment and guilt from your actions following you quickly after. 

Keeping up the angry façade, you slammed your door behind you before running to flop on your bed. Holding your pillow close to your face, you yelled into it, hoping it was enough to choke the sound. 

“Damn it, Naib...”  You closed your eyes, hoping to wake up with a renewed confidence that way you wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences of your words.

The sound of three loud, harsh knocks on your door awoke you from your rage nap. 

“OPEN UP! COME ON, I ALREADY KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE, Y/N!!”

Naib? Again? Now what...

You begrudgingly sauntered to your door, cracking it open to peek out. Only, Naib pushed right through your defenses, pushing both you and the door back. “Hey!”

Naib was more forceful than before, walking quickly in your direction, and even quicker, cornering you against your bed. You fell onto your behind as Naib gave you a harsh push. “What is all this?! You’ve been acting weird since we started decoding together in that match, and you’re totally out of line! I didn’t even...do anything...” Your words lost their force as you trailed your eyes downward. So that’s why he was all pent up.

An obvious tent in Naib’s pants was what your eyes met with, and even though your cheeks began to blush furiously, you averted your gaze and tried to pretend that you saw nothing. “J-just get out of my room.” You grumbled, no longer able to keep eye contact. 

“I just came to talk, y/n, don’t throw me out.” Naib shifted his body, effectively pinning you to the plush mattress, a hand on either side of your head. You ‘hmphed’, and curtly turned your face away from him. 

“D-don’t act all pissy,” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him, “you’re making it so much worse!” Your eyes still just couldn’t meet his, the heat between the both of you running down between your legs.  Sliding a knee between your thighs, Naib leaned down to speak gruffly into your ear. 

“This is all your fault, you know.” 

“N-Naib! I-” but your words were quickly vanquished by a pair of warm, slightly chapped lips slamming down on your own. A slight graze of his teeth on your bottom lip gave you more excitement than you’d ever felt in any match, and you immediately parted your lips to feel Naib’s wet tongue slick into your mouth. 

You let out a quiet noise, enough for him to notice. After what felt like an eternity (seconds) of making out, Naib pulled away to hold your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks harshly between his fingers. “So...that’s how you feel, huh?” 

You were flustered, but it wasn’t going to take away what your nap earned you. “You were being so awful in that match, but I still...love you, Naib. I didn’t know when or where to tell you, but if you’re gonna do it first, then by all means...” You gestured to Naib with a smirk. 

Hungrily, Naib practically shredded your clothes off, each of his hands attaching themselves to your chest as he kneaded your soft breasts between his fingers. Your quiet pants were driving him absolutely insane. He loved every little exhale that escaped your mouth, settling to nip and suck at your neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Telling you how much he needed this, how long he was waiting for this, how he wanted you.

An abrupt end to the sensations in your chest were replaced by a hand sliding underneath each of your thighs. Lifting them up to his shoulders, Naib quickly unfastened his belt, a look of giddiness flashing across his smug face. 

Diving his head down to meet his forehead to yours, Naib snatched your panties off in seconds, aligning himself painfully slow. As he slid his length slowly into your entrance, you dug your fingers into his hair, which was messily tied into his usual ponytail. Hissing at the feeling of you tugging his hair, Naib pushed all the way inside of you, earning a mewl of both pain and pleasure from you. 

"Ah, but wait..."

You winced as Naib suddenly pulled his length out of your entrance, the emptiness being too much to bear. "I'm an asshole, aren't I?"

He was going to make you eat your words.

Almost literally.

"Get up." His harsh tone was back, but it only served to make you feel hotter than before. Giving a shy nod, you got to your knees as Naib stood at the edge of the bed.

Nervously eying him, you gaped at his length, wishing you didn't say those words before so he could drive you insane with pleasure with it.

Stupid y/n...

"Well?" Tired of waiting, Naib took his hand to the back of your head, pushing you closer to his body, your head colliding with his chest. The sudden wholesome warmth was quickly replaced as he pushed you downwards near his manhood.

You began to comply as you opened your mouth, feeling as he gave a slow first grind into your throat. You choked immediately, but didn't pull away. Not yet.

Breathing quickly through your nose, you began to suck aggressively with no warning, pulling a gasp from the previously snarky Merc.

"Ga-hah! y-y/n...." Pulling off with a 'pop', you went back down to give small kitten licks to the tip of his cock, earning little shifts of position and pants from Naib.

"Stop....stop teasin' me...." was all he could huff out. You slid the entirety of his length in and out for a quick throat fuck a few times, feeling the tears prick at your eyes. In your own way, you were making him pay for being so snide earlier.  “Screw you, y/n. Have it your way.”

Your torture paid off! 

Naib firmly pushed you back down on your stomach, grasping your hips and pulling you close to his own hips. Letting out a satisfied hum, you felt as Naib quickly align himself with your entrance once more.

Giving you no time to readjust again, he fully sheathed himself inside of you, your insides stretching once again to fit him inside. “Hah....shit, Naib.....” You cursed, grasping tightly onto Naib as he pushed you both down, beginning to thrust wildly in and out of you. Every pounding slammed harder against the entrance of your womb, the suction of your warm, wet insides also providing intense pleasure for Naib. 

“Oh fuck, y/n, you’re...so tight...” Naib panted loudly into your ear. Neither of you were even remotely worried about the other manor residents hearing either of your moans racketing off the walls of the creaky residence.

“G-god...I c-can’t...hold on...” You whimpered pathetically as your dug your fingers into Naib’s scalp a second time. As your begging for more became louder, you felt the knot in your stomach grow larger, tighter, and more overwhelming than you’d ever felt before. You could feel Naib’s hard and precise thrusts growing sloppy, and you knew you were both getting close to climax.

  “y/n....y/n....I’m gonna...” Before his sentence could even be finished, Naib’s thick cock twitched harshly inside you as you felt his hot seed pour into you. The spreading warmth was enough to send you over the edge, your juice quickly spilling out to mix with his own. 

Slowly pulling out, your precious mercenary promptly collapsed on top of you, his head coincidentally landing in between your tits. You sighed hazily, riding off your previous high as you wrapped your arms around his head, and slowly letting your eyes close in exhaustion.

a/n: so sorry if theres any typos/grammar-spellin mistakes. i rushed the end bc i had this cued for FOREVER, enjoy babes <3 

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My Personal Heater

[Oneshot/Imagine]

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Reader (Separately)

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Summary: While you were sleeping peacefully, your heater broke so you called your s/o if you could go sleep with them tonight.

Warnings: Swearing, grammar errors, not proofread,

Genre: Fluff,

Keys:

Y/n- your name, s/o- significant other,

Reader: Neutral

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Katsuki Bakugo:

You woke up freezing cold. You slept early due to being busy all day and wanting to sleep. You sat up shivering as you turned on the light.

You stood up and walked towards your heater and began checking it. You noticed it broken and frowned. ‘I’ll just call someone to repair this tomorrow.. It’s late.’ You noted. You went back to your bed and covered yourself with blankets, yet you were still freezing cold.

You even turned off the air conditioner yet you were still shivering from the cold. You stood up frustrated and left the room without second thoughts. You walked through the hallways and let your feet take you wherever. 

You stopped when you were in front of a door. You looked at the nameplate and saw it was Bakugo’s dorm. Without hesitation, You knocked on the door.

You heard nothing and thought he was still asleep. You were going to knock once again until you heard a shuffling noise from the other side. You heard Bakugo groan and opened the door, revealing him.

“What do you want? It’s 2am in the mornin’.”

You noticed his hair was messier and his tired eyes staring at you.

“Oi, I said what do you want? Ugh, whatever. Just come in.” He stepped aside as you walked in the room. You gratefully walked in and sat on his bed. Bakugo closed the door and looked at you with his arms crossed.

“Why the fuck are you awake at 2 in the mornin’?” Bakugo yawned in a raspy voice. His tired crimson eyes boring through you. Then it softened as he placed his arms beside him. “Is it a nightmare?”

You shook your head ‘no’. “Heater’s broken..” You answered, lying down on his bed. He let out a small ‘oh’. Then grumbled under his breath. “Alright fine, you can stay the night with me.”

“Thank you Katsuki!” You hugged him. Bakugo rolled his eyes while placing you on the bed, him laying down beside you.

You hummed in joy when the blanket was warm. In addition, Bakugo wrapped his arms around you in a protective manner while drifting off to sleep. You snuggled closer to Bakugo, feeling protected and warm then slowly drifting off to sleep.

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The next morning, you slowly gained consciousness, still feeling tired. You cuddled close to Bakugo for a minute before pulling away, wanting to get a good look at him. You stared at his calm and cute face, never wanting to look away.

You gave him a peck on the lips before saying “I love you, Katsu.”

Bakugo gave a small smile, almost unnoticeable, then pulled you close. You yelped at the sudden action. Your face meeting his chest while his face was on your head, quietly taking in your scent. Bakugo opened his eyes then began moving his hand to your scalp, gently massaging it.

“Good mornin’.” He yawned, acting like he just woke up. You backed away to look at him then giggled. “Good morning Katsuki. Thanks for letting me stay for the night.”

Bakugo kissed your forehead. “Anything for my s/o.”

You lightly blushed and gave him the idiot smile he loved. “I love you Katsuki.” You blurted out, immediately looking away soon after. Bakugo’s face was tinted pink then he rolled his eyes and said “I know.”

You gave him a soft glare as you playfully smacked his arm. “I hate you.” You pouted. Bakugo chuckled, giving you a small smile “I love ya too, Doll.” Your pout turned into a satisfied smile. 

You both laid on his bed in comfortable silence. Until you said-

“Y’know, if you didn’t let me in your dorm yesterday. I would’ve froze to death-”

“Don’t joke ‘bout it.” Bakugo cut you off. “Idiot.” He murmured before sitting up.

“Let’s go before those extras think we did something we didn’t.” He said, helping you stand up. You were going to tell him a dirty joke but he immediately caught on. Stopping you before you could utter a word. You smirked. “You know me too well, Katsu.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving his dorm, then thanking him once more.

Bakugo watched as you went to the elevator to your floor. Then closed the door once you weren’t visible anymore. He shook his head smiling, ‘What an idiot.. My idiot... You’ll literally be the death of me.’ He calmed down his fast beating heart.

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Bonus:

He stood there for more than a few minutes, staying in the same position as his mind repeated what happened this morning over and over again. Bakugo was going to go change until-

“Morning Bakugo! It’s almost time to go, so hurry up! We’re waiting for you in the lobby with Y/n. Don’t make us late!” Mina exclaimed on the other side of the door, almost giving Bakugo a scare.

“Alright! Alright! Fine! Just fuckin’ wait.” He shouted back, muttering a swear under his breath.

A few more minutes later, he was now changing his clothes after he showered. And a knock interrupted him.

Frustrated, Bakugo quickly changed, grabbed his bag, then harshly opened the door, giving the person a glare. “OI! I TOLD YA TO- Y/n?” He softened as he lowered his voice, muttering an apology while looking away with a blush.

You smiled, already used to his behavior. You took his hand and began to drag him to the lobby. “Come on, Let’s go before school starts! We don’t want Aizawa sensei to get mad at us.” You told him as he pulled his hand away to stop you from dragging him any further, and took your hand against his.

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Shoto Todoroki:

You slowly woke up shivering in your room one night. You covered yourself with blankets to try to heat yourself up but it wasn’t enough. Groaning, you sat up and turned on the lights. You checked the temperature in the room to see it had dropped than before.

You stood up with your blankets wrapped around you like a burrito as you wobbled your way to the heater. Your eyes widened as you now noticed that your heater was overheating and the smoke coming out of it. In a panic, you immediately turned it off and accidentally burned your pinky.

You hissed as you recoiled your hand from the turned off heater. Once that was done, you turned off your a.c. as you went back to bed, in hopes that you’d sleep peacefully this time.

Not even a half an hour later, you woke up once again feeling cold. “Ugh.. Why is it still soo... Cold?” You said to yourself as you hugged your body for warmth. You turned left and right, even stacking your clothes onto yourself to keep yourself warm. But none of them worked.

So you stood up from the bed and turned off the lights, going outside your dorm to someone who you could warm up to.

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When you were finally in your destination, you knocked on the door. “Shoto? Can I come in please?” You asked softly, not knowing if Todoroki was awake or still asleep. You really didn’t want to disturb his night at 1am in the morning.

You waited for a minute then heard shuffling from the other side of the door. You listened as his steps got closer and closer to the door, then it stopped. The door opened to see Todoroki’s half lidded eyes and slightly messy hair. “Y/n?” He muttered.

“Why are you awake at this time of the morning?” He asked, stepping aside for you to enter his dorm room. You side hugged his left side and muttered “The heater broke earlier and I couldn’t sleep. Can I sleep with you tonight, Shoto? Please..”

Todoroki gave you a small smile and a nod, making you jump in joy. “Thank you Shoto!” You whispered excitingly. “Sorry if I interrupted your sleeping..” You looked on the ground. You felt a hand on your cheeks and looked up then felt Todoroki’s lips on your forehead.

“Don’t worry, Love. It’s alright. Let’s go to sleep.”

You and Todoroki went onto the bed with a blanket on top (You were on his left side). You laid your head on his chest as he wrapped his left arm around you and lied on his back.

Feeling his warmth and listening to his calm heartbeats made you drowsy. You were slowly falling unconscious when Todoroki placed his right hand on your head and began to massage you.

Before falling asleep, you muttered “Good night Shoto..”

“Good night Love.”

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You woke up feeling refreshed. You stretched your arms and accidentally hit Todoroki. He groaned as he fluttered his eyes open. You looked at him apologetically and muttered an apology.

“It’s alright, Love.” He murmured, wrapping his arms around you. “Good morning.”

You greeted him back with a kiss. “Thanks for letting me sleep for the night. I should stay more often. If you don’t mind.” He snuggled closer to you and inhaled your scent. “You should. I’d like company.”

“I love you Shoto.”

“I love you too.”

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E/n: I got lazy so have this shitty ending :P

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I was inspired?xD

Hunter didn't really know why he went wandering the castle. His Uncle seemed proud of him when he brought the key and immediately left, ordering not to bother him. That left Hunter alone with still chattering nerves and a lot of free time on his hands.

He was still not assigned for a new mission.

With Flapjack securely snuggling under his coat, Hunter went for an aimless walk.

He really didn’t understand how he found that place. One second he was walking through the same familiar corridors, the next he was standing in front of an opened previously hidden passage. Did he find it? He didn't know and the concern started to grow in his chest. But his natural curiosity pushed him further in. Down the stairs.

The witty door that he easily passed and the dark corridor with something that looked like the roar of cells.

They looked empty though it was so dark it was hard to be sure. But not only the lack of light disturbed Hunter. There was the eery sweet familiarly nauseous smell he couldn't remember and wasn’t sure if he wanted to.

Flapjack suddenly chirped from his hood and flew out anxiously circling over him. He didn't like this place either.

Hunter was ready to turn back when he heard the quiet wheeze. Barely audible yet Hunter heard it clearly. He couldn't just leave without checking, yet all his instincts were screaming at him to immediately leave.

But there couldn't be anything dangerous in the walls of the castle, right?

Hunter carefully made his way further into the darkness. Flapjack landed on his shoulder, worriedly cooing.

The further Hunter went the louder the sound was becoming. It sounded almost like… breathing?

He found the cell where the sound was coming from, but couldnt see through the darkness. With mental comand the bird shifted into the staff and produced the light. Hunter hesitantly pushed it closer to the bars, suppressing the growing fear, of what he wasn’t sure.

The first thing Hunter noticed was a dirt mop of blond hair. The chill went through Hunter’s spine. There was nothing else in this… thing that reminded him of a witch. The deformed body with root-like legs and arms. The bones sticking out of the rib cage with a dim blue glow coming from the inside. The creature moved. Agonizingly slowly yet Hunter felt it took it seconds to get in front of him. It drew its body close to the cell bars and put its root hand on it. And then it opened its eyes, bright magenta looking right into Hunter’s own.

“H-Hun-”

Hunter forgot how to breathe. He jerkengly backed away with a yelp slamming into the opposite cell. Flapjack immediately turned back and started pulling on his cape, urging to get up.

Something touched Hunter’s hand. He flinched away, looked back and came face to face with something scaly, slimy, with the familiar plop of blond peeking through the scales and one burning magenta eye looking at him. It didn't say a thing, its breathing sounding hard and gurply.

Hunter got up. “What is this place!?”

He felt sick. Looking at them, recognising them? He couldn't know them! He never saw this place before!

More sounds escaped the other cells as his light illuminated the deformed bodies and broken limbs and the same magenta eyes.

They were all calling for him, reaching their misshapen limbs through the bars.

“Huuuu-”

“N-No.”

“Kiiiill…”

Hunter squeezed his eyes shut, willing to wake up. To be anywhere but here. Why did this look so familiar?!

“.. uuuuus-”

“NO!”

He didn't notice when Flapjack dived under his hood yet again. He did jump when a cold metal hand clasped his shoulder.

Forcing the frozen body to turn around instead of sickening magenta eyes he met cold blue.

“U-Uncle?!”

The moaning became louder, shriller. His shallow breathing and wild heartbeat were so deafening, he was worried his Uncle was saying something and he couldn't tell because of the mask. He had nothing to be worried about.

“Oh Hunter”, went loud and clear in his ears.

He swallowed hard, eyes widening in fear. His body was trembling and if not for Uncle’s hand still painfully clutching his shoulder, he could have already fallen.

“How many times do we have to go through this?”

He sounded calm yet Hunter was never terrified more in his life.

Hunter woke up with a start, squeezing his eyes from the painfully bright light.

Ugh, his head hurt. Did he get busted too much in a fight with Blight?

Getting up he habitually checked if he had any injuries. Nope, everything was fine.

Plopping back on the back he looked up on the ceiling, as if searching for an answer to the question he didn’t have. Confusion was clouding his mind. Why did he feel like he was forgetting something?

Fearfully chirping Flapjack huddling to his cheek didn’t help to calm his panicked heart down.

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Southern Generation - Part V

Summary: The morning after Lily and Sy’s night in the barn, the magic doesn’t last as long as they both hope, but neither does the darkness that falls over the farm.

Pairing: Syverson/OFC

Word Count: 8,274

Warnings: M - Language, Violence, Attempted Kidnapping, Blood, Protective!Sy, Mentions and Light Smut, Fluff, Angst, Flu/Cold, Soft!Sy, Trypanophobia

Inspiration: I always wanted to write a Sy story.

Author’s Note: Thank you to @wondersofdreaming​ for all the love and support.

A harsh and wet sounding cough filled the bedroom, making Lily curl up on herself, shivering, and groaning as her body throbbed under the mound of blankets Sy had covered her up with, when her first round of coughs woke him, mid-morning.

“I'm here.” Sy called, coming into the room with a cup of steaming hot tea and a small saucer of dry toast for her. “Here.” He whispered, setting the cup and plate on the nightstand and fished Lily out of her blankets, then fluffed some pillows behind her back so she was comfortable, when she sat up.

“Thanks.” Lily replied, her voice weak and raspy.

“You're welcome.” He replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she nibbled on the toast. “Do you have any cold medicine?” He asked, going into the master bathroom, to open the medicine cabinet.

“I don't think so.” She answered, hoarsely.

Sy frowned into the open cabinet, drumming his fingers against the door and tapping his foot on the worn, black and white penny tile floor, trying to make a decision and calculation, before making up his mind and swung the cabinet door closed.

“All right, I'm gonna shoot over to store and pick up some cold medicine for you, maybe a bag of cough lozenges too. I know your throat must be killing you by how raspy your voice is.” He said, standing beside the bed and gently pressed his palm to her flushed and sweaty forehead. “Yeah.” He nodded, pressing his lips together.

“Do you need anything before I leave?” He asked, staring down at her, tenderly.

Shaking her head, Lily rubbed her goose-bumped and shivering arms. Frowning a bit more, Sy moved around to his side of the bed, nicking his hoodie off the back of a chair, and held it out to her with a gentle smile. Letting out a soft huff through her nose and smiling back, Lily took the black garment from him and slipped it on. Sy kissed the top of her head and went downstairs, grabbing his keys off the small table by the door in the entryway and left for the store, fifteen minutes away.

Lily nibbled on the last bland triangle of toast and was about to wash it down with the few remaining sips of her warm tea, when Aika started barking downstairs, making Lily sigh. It was a common occurrence, Aika loved lounging on the window seat in the living room and would go ballistic when she saw a squirrel, even more so, when the door was closed and she couldn't blow out of the screen door and chase after the poor, puff-tailed critter. She had told Sy, countless times, that he should just put a doggy door in either the front door or in both the front and the back doors for Aika, solving the issue of the German Shepherd barking and clawing at the door until it was opened for her.

But, even then, she would rush out onto the porch, scan for the squirrel, see it had disappeared and whine at her and Sy about it for the rest of the day, or until the next squirrel or chipmunk showed its plump face.

Throat far too sore and voice too weak, for Lily to yell out to Aika, she set her teacup aside and got out of bed, a strong shiver racing through her as her bare feet hit the cold floorboards. She had just made it out of her bedroom and into the hallway, when she heard distant whimper and Aika go eerily silent. Frowning, she slowly went down the stairs leading from the top floor into the kitchen, jumping in her skin and Sy's hoodie at a deafening slam that filled the otherwise quiet house.

The kitchen floor gently creaked under her feet as she slowly crossed it, to peek around the corner into the living room and entryway. Hugging herself against the wall, she didn't see anything. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but the feel in the air was anything, but ordinary. Aika was nowhere in sight, and Lily didn't hear a peep from her. She knew it wasn't Sy either. He couldn't be back from the store yet, even if he was, Sy was a mountain of a man, his footfalls were always heavy as he bumped around the house, and he would have called out to her, announcing he was back home.

None of that was happening in the dead silent house.

Her hands started to shake and she felt lightheaded, gripping the wall to keep herself steady, tears blurring her eyes, as nausea filled her stomach. She knew what this silence was, it was a silence she had feared for almost ten years, a fear she had been slowly learning to forget, but had started to build around her again.

Lily climbed the two flights of stairs up to her and Jak's second floor apartment, lugging her heavy shoulder bag with her. She was returning from an early afternoon class, already tired and wishing she didn't have one more class later that afternoon as she slipped her key into the deadbolt and opened the door. She froze in the open door, taking a moment to figure out what was wrong. When she realized that the tv she had left on when she left that morning for her first class was off.

A cold shiver raced down her back with a shuddered breath as the apartment door slowly closed behind her. The apartment was silent without the tv going in the living room, which was never a good sign. Usually, when Lily returned from her early afternoon classes, the tv was still on the news or whatever channel she had left it on when she left that morning.

On the days the tv was off, when she got home?

“Where've you been, Bunny?” Jak's voice asked as he entered the living room, arms crossed over his chest and looking cross.

“Hey there, Bunny.” A familiar voice chuckled behind her.

Lily yelped and spun around, pressing her back against the wall. “Jak.” She whimpered, looking up at him.

Jak was different from the last time she had seen him in Richmond, four years prior. He was still tall and lean, eight-ish centimeters shorter and nearly twenty kg lighter than Sy was. His ash blonde hair was pulled up into a bun and the sides of his head were shaved, his cheeks stubbly and his bottle-green eyes boring into her, like a power drill. The last time Lily had seen him, he had the traditional boy cut and his face was smooth, the camouflage of a good, church going boy.

But, there wasn't a trace of that boy now, that façade had broken away to the true monster residing inside the man, Jakson Abernathy, had turned into.

“I've missed you so much, Bunny.” He said soft, reaching out and gently brushed the knuckle of his forefinger against her flushed and feverish cheek, then brought it to his lips, licking off the tear he had collected.

Lily gulped, the agony of her sore throat forgotten in her panicked fright, facing him. “Please, Jak.” She pleaded with him, her voice a soft and raspy whine. “Just go. We don't have to do this. You don't have to do this.” She told him, hands twisting up in the pouch of Sy's hoodie.

“Move on.”

Jak snapped forward in a burst of rage, grabbing her by the throat and pinning her to the wall, the back of her head thumping against it with a hard smack. “Move on!” He roared, spittle flying from his lips and hitting her face. “Move on! I've been looking for your ungrateful ass for five years and the only thing you have to say to me is, move on.”

Lily's lips started to change color as the pressure of his hand around her throat increased, her arms shot out and gripped his arm, digging and scratching at his forearm and struggling against him, black and bright spots flashing in her eyes.

“I'll move on, when we get back home.” Jak told her, his thumb moving out to wipe across her lips.

“No, I'm n-not going w-with yo-u.” She choked, struggling to breath.

“Yes, you are.” He growled, nails breaking the skin of her neck. “You belong to me, since the day I met you, you've been mine. You think that fucking caveman loves you?” He taunted her. “You think him fucking your little cunt means he loves you, you're a fucking idiot. He's just fuckin' you for room and board, once he gets his fill and bored of you, he'll skip out.”

“But, me?” He brought his face closer to hers, their lips brushing. “I will always love you, Bunny. I will always come and find you, take you back home, where you belong. I'm the only one for you.”

Lily tried jerking her head sideways, away from his lips, but only earned a punch to the gut, knocking the teeny bit of air left in her body out.

“You always make shit so complicated.” Jak grunted, between gritted teeth. “Some things never change.” He berated her, shaking his head and about to strike her again, when the crackle and pop of tires on the driveway up to the house reached them.

“Fuck.” He hissed, hearing a car door slam, knowing Sy had returned from town.

Sy searched the cold and flu aisle of the small Celina store, trying to figure out which one would be best for her. “Why do you need eighty products that do the same thing?” He mumbled to himself, looking between the liquid and the pill form of the medicines. “Liquid would be easier for her to swallow, though, with her sore throat.” He reasoned, finally picking a product, then grabbed a bag of cough lozenges, even stopping to grab a bottle of her favorite juice, before heading for the check out line.

He sighed, impatiently shifting foot to foot, as the long line slowly progressed. He glanced at the other two open cashier lines, but they were even longer than his, making him growl, wanting to get back home to Lily already, before he froze, realizing what he was feeling. Lily and her place had become home to him. A real home. More of a home to him than his apartment in Austin or the place where he grew up with his parents. He felt like he belonged there with her and Aika, as if the three of them had created their own little family on the rag-tag farm.

So, when he finally got through the line and paid for his items, he rushed back home to her.

Quickly searching the kitchen, Jak grabbed a knife from the knife block on the kitchen counter beside them, then changed his hand from her throat to the back of her hair, turning her around and pressing her back against his chest. They stood in the kitchen, the tip of the knife pressed into Lily's throat, while they heard the screen door open and Sy's cautious footfalls step into the entryway.

“Lily?” Sy called out, his body tensing. “Aika!” He slowly set the grocery bag down on the floor, his nerve endings coming to life. “Hello?” He barked, his jaw tight, instinct telling him something was deeply off.

Jak pushed Lily forward, moving with her to stand in the entryway of the kitchen and living room, his and Sy's eyes meeting. Both men looked each other over, squaring each other off, trying to find their weaknesses and strengths, whether they could successfully take each other on; and win. Sy was purely confident he could take Jak out, but what he wasn't sure of, was if he could get to Jak before he hurt Lily with that knife he was gripping.

“So, you're him.” Sy said, his eyes hard and locked onto Jak, his blood was pumping and his hands were clenched into such tight fists, his knuckles were white.

“I am.”

Sy nodded, pressing his lips together. “If I were you, I'd let her go.”

“And if I were you, I would take yourself back out to your truck and leave this place.” Jak replied, motioning out the living room window to Sy's truck. “She's mine, caveman.”

Sy chuckled. “I don't think so, boy.” He grinned, taking a step forward.

“Ah!” Jak barked, taking a step back and pressing the tip of the knife harder into Lily's neck, a bead of blood trickled down and disappeared into the neck of Sy's hoodie. “Unless you want both of us to lose her, you'll back off.”

“I'm no-”

“Just listen to him, Sy.” Lily cried, gulping and whimpering.

“Lily.” Sy shook his head at her, trying to keep a handle on himself, for her safety.

“Please, Austin.” She begged him, a wash of tears streaming down her face and neck. “Please, just go.”

“I'm not leaving you with this prick.” Sy barked, not believing the words coming out of her mouth.

“You are, so just leave.” Lily told him. “I love him.” She sniffled, reaching back to grab Jak's shirt.

“Lily.” He barked, shocked.

“Don't worry about him, Bunny.” Jak cooed into her ear, but was grinning victoriously at Sy. “We're leaving here.” He said, slowly backing them into the kitchen and out the door.

Sy stood in the entryway breathing heavily and rocking on his heels as rage and confusion coursed through his body, but his breathing quicken and his mind became laser focused, causing him to snap into action. Going into a drawer in the living room, he pulled out the safety case the gun was in, opened it, and ran out the back door after them. Sy made it out the back door in time to see Jak dragging Lily towards an abandoned field to the right side of her property.

Running in that direction, he hopped over the porch rail to cut down time on reach them.

Making it a couple yards behind them, Sy could see where Jak had been hiding out while he'd been tormenting Lily. There was an old barn in the field from a bygone farm on the property beside Lily's. So, he slowed down, watching as Jak dragged Lily towards the decapitated barn by the wrist, the kitchen knife was in his other hand. Biting his lip, Sy stopped and pulled back the slide on the Taurus, taking very careful aim, he took several deep breaths, calming and slowing his breathing and heart rate, before squeezing the trigger. A loud pop rang out in the air and the bullet clipped Jak in the thigh, causing him to let go of Lily and the knife and drop to the ground.

Surprised, Lily looked back and saw Sy standing there, dropping the arm he was holding the weapon with and motioned to her with the other. Without hesitation, Lily broke out into a run, sprinting straight towards Sy, all but colliding with him and knocking them both to the ground. Sy hugged her, pressing his lips to her forehead, then pushed her behind him, as Jak struggled on the ground, cursing and swearing.

“You son of a whore!” Jak spat, rolling over, and pressing a hand to the seeping red patch on his jeans. “I'll fucking kill both of you!”

Sy's body, tight as a piano wire, suddenly relaxed and he took a step forward, but Lily clutched at his shirt. He looked back at her, giving her a reassuring expression, before approaching Jak, who continued to writhe in pain.

“Listen carefully.” Sy growled at him.

“No!” Jak roared, pointing a bloody finger at Sy, his face pale and angry. “You fuckin' listen! I'm going to make your lives hell! I'm going to fucking—whoa!!” He shrieked as Sy let off another round into the dirt beside him, getting his full attention.

“As I was saying.” Sy barked, his body stiff again. “Listen carefully.” He hissed, teeth gritted together. “I have a lot of friends in very high places, that if I kill you, they will help me erase your weaselly little fucking existence off the face of this god damned planet.” He told him, heatedly.

“She's mine. My girl.” He said, pointing back at Lily.

“So, if you're don't to get your ass out of this town, out of this state, and if you ever look for her again, let alone think about her, I will hunt you down and finish you off.” Sy told him, towering above the other man, and lowering his head to keep his eyes on Jak's.

“Do we understand each other?”

Jak gulped, looking up at Sy, like a tiny mouse cornered by a Cougar, then glanced around him to Lily, who stood watching the two men, terrified and exhausted, unconsciously wiping her runny nose on the cuff of Sy's hoodie, but her eyes were on Sy. It was in that moment that Jak realized that as fearful as Lily was, it wouldn't override her knowledge that Sy would protect her with his life, making his use of it to manipulate her, null and void. His grip on her was gone, he was nothing but a ghost, fading and being replaced.

His eyes shifted back to Sy. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Sy snapped. “Now, I don't care if you have to crawl, hop or limp, but I want you gone.”

Struggling for a moment, Jak managed to pull himself up, carefully balancing on his feet for a moment, before turning on his good leg, then limping and shuffling away from them, towards the dilapidated barn, where his car was hidden. Sy didn't move from his spot or relax, even as the 2013 Honda left the structure, tires kicking up dirt and dust as he tore down the neglected drive, blowing out of the gateless driveway onto the road with a loud screech. It was only when the car and its sound disappeared that Sy relaxed, flicking on the gun's safety with his thumb and pushed it into the waistband of his jeans, then turned towards Lily. Taking two steps to close the gap between them and collecting her in his arms, Sy scooped Lily up and head back towards their house, only stopping once they were back inside the living room and dropped onto the couch, with her in his lap.

Lily let out a weak breath into his chest, tears dripping down her face and arms locked around his neck. Sy pressed his cheek to her hair, his own chest tight with emotions, and squeezed his eyes shut, tears dripping from his dark lashes.

“Aika.” Lily whimpered, pulling back, wiping away her and Sy's tears.

“Oh shit.” Sy panted back, glancing side to side, alarmed, letting Lily get up and stood. “Aika!” He called out.

Both of them paused, listening quietly, then looked at each other, hearing pitiful whines and whimpers coming from the entryway. Having heard a door slam after Jak had entered the house and not seeing Aika, but clearly hearing her whines, Lily knew there could only be one place for the German Shepherd to be and rushed to the coat closet in the hallway, yanking the door open.

“Oh, good lord.” She gasped, finding the dog inside the closet, front and back paws were taped together, as was her muzzle. “My poor baby.” She cooed, dropping to her hands and knees, gingerly peeling the tape from around Aika's mouth.

“That fuck.” Sy barked, standing behind Lily, and seeing what Jak had done to his beloved Aika, hating him even more for hurting his girls. “Here.” He said, kneeling down beside Lily, and removing a small, folding knife that was clipped to his belt, then carefully cut the tape wrapped around Aika's legs.

Lily removed the tape from around her paws the best she could without causing Aika anymore discomfort and pain. “Oh, I know, such a sweet girl.” Lily murmured, as Aika got up, licking at her and Sy's faces, her shaggy tail beating against the walls of the closet. “I'll give you the entire container of treats, promise.”

Sy chuckled softly, gently petting Aika, relieved that both Lily and the German Shepherd were safe and sound again, and for the most part, unharmed. “Let me see your neck.” He said, cupping her chin between his fingers and turning her head to look at the nick and line of dry blood on her neck. “It's nothing too bad, but I should clean it up.” He told her, standing, then helped her up to her feet.

Grabbing the bag that had been discarded and forgotten on the entryway floor, Sy went upstairs with Lily, Aika close behind them. Setting the bag down on the bed and taking her into the bathroom, he easily moved about the small space. Sy had become familiar with the master bathroom in the few weeks he had started sleeping with Lily in her room, as she helped him combat his nightmares. He grabbed a bottle of antiseptic from the medicine cabinet and squeezed some of it on a fluffy, white cotton ball, then turned his careful attention onto her. Gently lifting her chin and dabbing at the cut, making Lily hiss and bite her lip, he gave her a sweet and sympathetic look, cleaning away the dry and flaky blood.

“There, all better.” He smiled, tossing the bloody cotton ball into the bin.

“Thank you.” Lily smiled, before subsiding into a coughing fit.

Sy snapped back into the reality before Jak rocked their usually peaceful life, recalling why he had left the house in the first place, going to grab the bag off the bed and brought it back to her, taking out the bottle of cold and flu medicine. Tearing the safety seal off, Sy poured the nasty looking green syrup into the clear, plastic measuring cup and held it out to her. Lily's face twisted with disgusted, shivering, but she took it from him and quickly downed it.

“Ew, that is so nasty.” She laughed, nervously, setting the cup down.

“As long as it works.” Sy replied, closing the bottle.

“I thought you were going to kill him.” Lily whispered as she sat down on the bed.

Sy stopped in the doorway of the bathroom, biting his lip and pushing his jaw forward, slowly nodding his head as he thought about it. He thought he was going to end up killing Jak too. He had thought a lot about what he would do if, and when, he met Jak in person, ever since he answered his call and Lily told him about their history, over a week ago. He had pictured beating him to a pulp, killing him and just giving him a good talking too; making a point that Lily was no longer his.

But, even Sy knew, you don't know how you'll react to a situation until it happens.

“I thought I would kill him too.” He admitted out loud, moving to sit down on the edge of the bed, beside her. “Part of me wanted too.” He added with a soft sigh.

“But, then he would have taken you from me.”

Sy reached out and took her hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb over her wrist. “My life would be an equal trade for your safety, Lily.”

“But, not for my happiness.” She countered, lifting a brow at him.

Their eyes met and Sy smiled at her, leaning forward to gently kiss her.

“Rest.” He whispered against her lips. “It's all over now.”

Lily sighed softly, then chuckled, feeling Sy's heavy palm press down on her belly. “So vain.” She giggled, splaying her legs open and resting her ankles on his calves.

“Am I?” He chuckled back, feeling himself moving inside of her.

“You're always pressing your hand to my abdomen, when we have sex. Always enjoying the feel of that fat cock inside of me.” She told him, locking her dainty hand around his thick wrist as his hand stayed on her stomach. “I don't know who takes more pleasure in it, me or you.”

“Both of us.” Sy laughed, leaning over and gently kissed her.

Sy wiped his sweaty forehead on the sleeve of his painting coveralls and took a step back, lowering the long handled paint roller into the roller pan, that was filled with moth gray paint that he and Lily had picked out to paint the house with, accented by slate blue shutters, dark stained porch support posts and a white door.

“It's looking good, Bear.” Lily said, stepping out onto the porch, carrying a glass of iced tea.

“Thanks, Angel.” Sy smiled, carefully setting the roller down and took the glass from her. “Hopefully, I'll be done soon, and I'll start putting up the roofing.” He told her, between sips. “Do you want to see it?” He asked her, setting the cool glass on the porch rail.

“Sure.” Lily nodded, pressing her lips together and gulping down a sudden nauseous ump in her throat, before following Sy around the other side of the house and off the porch, towards the barn, where the roofing material was stored.

Sy pushed open the barn door, smiling as it glided on its rollers, he had replaced and greased the track, so when the roofing material was delivered it would be easier for him and the delivery men to get in and out of the structure with the heavy boxes. Entering the barn, Sy opened one of the cardboard flaps to the roofing materials and showed Lily what was inside.

“I thought the black would accent well with all the other colors we have going with the house.” He started to explain to her.

“Is it metal?” She asked, reaching out and touching it, finding it cool under her fingertips.

“They are.” Sy nodded, smiling at her. “They last longer than asphalt shingles, you know, the shingles that normally go on houses. But, they're lighter than tile or slate. I also know you love the sound of the rain and hail on the barn's roof, and it's metal, so, I thought you'd enjoy it in the house too.” He told her, proud of his methods. “I'll insulate the roofing a bit. so it won't be so loud, when we get a really bad storm.”

Lily smiled, incredibly touched by Sy's thoughtfulness, as she often was. “Thank you.” She replied, moving over to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tight for a moment, until the strong smell of the paint on his coveralls hit her nose and went straight to her stomach. “Oh god.” She gasped, whining, and tore away from him.

Racing out the barn door and skidding around the corner, Lily doubled over and spilled her guts, puking and wrenching into the tall grass and weeds growing alongside the barn wall. Sy's hot hand pressed to the small of her back, concerned, as she continued to dry heave for several more moments.

“You all right?” He asked, rubbing her back and making sure her hair wasn't in her face.

“Yeah.” She nodded, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and stood up. “I just think all the paint fumes are getting to me.”

Nodding and letting out a slow breath, Sy walked back into the house with her and brought the portable fan into the living room, hoping to reduce the strength of the paint smell in the room for her, seeing how pale she was.

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked, bringing her a glass of water.

“Yeah, I'll be fine, Bear.” She replied, slowly sipping the water.

“Okay.” Sy nodded, chewing on the corner of his lip. “I'm going to try and finish this side of the house by the end of the day. If you need anything, just call. All right?”

Lily smiled up at him. “All right, Sy.”

Smiling back at her, Sy kissed her temple and went back out onto the porch. Lily sat on the couch for a little while longer, pressing her hands to her face, tired and her stomach still acting up, the smell of paint wasn't as strong with the windows open and the fan blowing, but it was still lingering. So, she went upstairs to the master bedroom, where the air was clear. She dropped on the bed and picked up her phone, figuring the hormonal change from her upcoming period was causing her to be nauseous, and opened a period tracking app she used.

“Oh, fuck.” She gasped, seeing the date on the tracker, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, foot tapping with nervous and antsy energy. “Fuck it.” She snapped, jumping to her feet and went back downstairs, swiping her keys off their hook.

“Where's the fire?” Sy asked, as Lily breezed out the front door.

“I'm just going into town.” She replied, biting her lip.

“All right.” Sy answered, turning back to the section he was painting. “Wait.” He froze, just processing what she said to him. “What?” He squeaked, turning back towards her.

Lily's mouth worked for a moment, flustered. “I'm...going into town.” She repeated, slowly.

Sy set down the paint roller. “Do you want me to go with you?” He asked, eyes scanning her, he could tell something had her distressed, but couldn't put his paint covered finger on it.

“No.” She shook her head, and took a deep breath. “I know you want to finish this, and I think I can do it.” She told him, feeling a slow confidence wrap around her anxiety of going into town by herself for the first time since she came to Celina, nearly five years before.

“As long as you're sure.” Sy replied, regarding her, a soft light of pride in her glowing in his blue eyes.

“I am.” Lily nodded, smiling at him, even more fortified by his pride. “I'm no longer afraid of what's out there, like I used to be.”

“I'm proud of you, Angel.” Sy cooed, beaming at her.

“Thanks, Bear.” Lily blushed, shyly brushing her hair behind her ears.

“Hey, since you're heading out that way, could you get me another roller?” He asked, looking down at the one he had been using.

“Sure, do you need a specific kind?”

“Yeah, a roller with a three-fourths nap.”

“Three-fourths nap, noted.” Lily replied, committing it to memory. “Anything else?”

“Nope.” He shook his head, giving her a quick kiss, before she stepped off the porch and got into her usually unused car.

Lily let out a deep breath as she pulled off her property, her heart thundered in her chest as she approached the small town, nervous about why she was going out there to start with and what the residences would say when they saw her out and about on her own, she knew they would whisper and talk, especially when they saw the items she bought. Lily contemplated going over to the next town of Prosper to get the items, not wanting the gossip to be running rampant around Celina by morning, but shrugged it off.

“Let them talk.” She said, pulling into the parking lot. “It won't change anything.”

Going into the hardware store first, Lily got the paint roller Sy had asked her to get and dropped it in the car, before going into the grocery store for what she had gone out for.

“Hey, Ms. Lily!”

“Hey, Travis.” Lily smiled at the teen.

“You're out and about!” He grinned at her, abandoning his spot at the end of a cash register, where he was supposed to be helping bag groceries, to walk with her.

“I am.” She chuckled at him, biting her lip and blushing.

“Are you trying to overcome your fear or something?” He inquired, tilting his head at her.

“Something like that.” She replied, offering him a sweet smile.

“I'm glad.” Travis smiled back at her, really looking proud of her. “You really deserve to live life to the fullest.” He told her, with a sweet earnest.

“Thank you, Travis.” Lily chuckled, gently touching his arm.

“Marlowe!” A voice barked, startling them both into looking behind them. “Bags.” A heavy set man in a creased pair of slacks and white polo shirt snapped, pointing at the checkout stand Travis had walked away from.

“Sorry, Mr. Gillis.” Travis replied, sheepishly. “I was just giving Ms. Lily aisle directions. The Tylenol is on aisle seven.” He said, looking back at Lily.

“Thanks, Travis. You're a lifesaver.” Lily replied, going along with it.

Travis winked at her and went back to his job and Lily went on her way, weaving around until she found the aisle she was looking for, finding three different types of the product she was looking for and was unsure which would be the best to use. So, she grabbed one of each and started for check out, but back tracked and grabbed a bottle of Tylenol, before going to pay for her items. Thankfully, Travis wasn't upfront, when she got up there, causing her heart to slow down, greatly, in her chest. Even though, the cashier gave her a knowing glance as she rang Lily up, but Lily pretended to not see it, staring at the headline of a magazine beside the register.

Returning home, Lily crammed the three boxes into her bag, before getting out of the car, and Sy was still working on the porch. He turned his attention to her, smiling as she stepped up onto the porch with him, holding out the new roller brush to him.

“Thanks.” He said, taking it from her. “How'd it go?” He asked.

“It went really well.” Lily smiled, her anxiety level starting to go down again, but was still anxious. “I ran into Travis.” She chuckled.

“Oh, how did that go?” Sy laughed back.

“He got in trouble with his boss, but he's a good kid.” She smiled, jiggling her bag of Tylenol.

“Is that what you went for?” Sy asked, lifting a brow at the bag.

“More or less.”

“Hm.” He hummed, pressing his lips together. “Well, I'm glad you did it, I knew you could.”

“Thanks, Bear.” Lily smiled, pushing up on her toes and kissed him on the lips. “I'll get dinner started soon.”

“Good, I'm starved.” He replied against her mouth.

“Always and forever.” Lily teased him, giggling, then went inside.

With Sy still distracted with the porch, Lily went upstairs and closed herself inside the master bathroom, dumping the three boxes onto the sink counter and letting out a shaky breath, glancing at herself in the mirror.

“Here goes nothing.” She sighed, tearing open the boxes and read their instructions. “Seems easy enough.” She talked to herself, trying to keep her nerves under control, pausing when she heard whining outside the bathroom door. “Come on, quick.” She whispered, opening the door for Aika, then closed it behind her.

“You wanna take this for me?” Lily quipped, holding up one of the test sticks. “I didn't think so.” She huffed, when Aika just stared up at her. “It was worth the ask.” She babbled, nervously, before working up the nerve to take two of them.

She nervously paced the bathroom, chewing on her lip or on her fingernails, trying to figure out a way to tell Sy if either of them came out positive. If they didn't, it was easy not to tell him, there wouldn't be a need to, it was just her own silly paranoia. Maybe her tracker was just off, she was bad at remembering to update the thing after her periods ended and things had been crazy around that time, dealing with Jak. But, what if her tracker was right, what if she was really a week late. Ever since their first time in the barn during the storm, Lily and Sy enjoyed having sex with each other every chance they got, for God's sake, they had sex up against the kitchen table the night before, while they were supposed to be making dinner, only to end up burning it and having to call out of pizza instead.

There were so many moments in the last month that could have ended up with Lily being at this point, that it was nearly impossible to say which one it was.

The five minute timer on Lily's phone started to ring and she tapped it off, but still didn't have the courage to look at the two sticks balanced on the sink's edge. Pressing a hand over her eyes and stepping up to the counter, Lily counted to five under her breath, then yanked her hand away from her eyes, quickly looking down before her spur of the moment courage failed her again and felt her stomach drop.

“Oh fucking shit.” She snapped, despite the grin on her face.

Staring at the tests for a moment longer, Lily opened the bathroom door and walked down the hall, to the main staircase, that was closest to the front door, but froze. A chill of fright filling her, what if Sy wasn't happy about the results, what if he freaked out and left or worse.

“No.” Lily shook her head, pushing that fear down. “Not my Bear.” She said, gulping. “Austin.” She called down the stairs to him.

There was a quiet moment, before the screen door opened and slammed shut again.

“Yeah?” Sy called back up the stairs to her.

“I need you to come up here.” Lily replied, biting her lip and taking a calming breath.

Sy's heavy footsteps came up the stairs, then he appeared before her, brows lifted in question. “What's up, Sugar butt?”

Lily motioned down the hall with her head, then moved back into the bedroom. Sy smirked, his step picking up a bit, figuring she was in a mood, and was more than happy to oblige her. But, he frowned at her, when she stopped beside the bathroom door and pointed inside of it, her eyes meeting his. Blinking once at her, Sy stepped into the bathroom, figuring now, that something had broken and she needed him to fix it, but what he found wasn't anything that was broken.

Far from it.

Sy's eyes instantly found the two used pregnancy tests on the bathroom counter, one of them showing two noticeable blue lines and the other one with the clear word, pregnant, in their indication windows. His mouth fell open and his eyes grew wide with surprise and shock, his brain going blank for a moment, unable to compute anything more than those two positive tests, before looking at Lily.

“You're sure?”

“I took two for a reason.” She replied, stared back at him, just as wide eyed. “I have a third, but I didn't think there would be a need for it, if the first two were the same result.” She explained, licking her lips.

Sy turned on his heels and strode over Lily, who spooked slightly, taking a step back from him, unsure how he was reacting, despite trying to reassure herself he wouldn't be angry about it. But, Sy caught her up in his arms and picked her up clean off her feet, nearly crushing her in his thick arms and against his chest, spinning her in a circle and burying his face into her neck, smiling and laughing, overjoyed, beyond belief.

“So, you're not angry?” Lily asked, holding onto him.

“Are you kidding me?” Sy laughed, pulling back and looking her in the face, beaming with tears in his eyes. “How could I ever be angry?” He asked her, like it was the most absurd thing in the world. “I love you, Lily, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He said, setting her back down on her feet and brushed his fingers through her hair, tenderly.

“I, sure as hell, want to have kids with you.” He told her, sincerely, cupping her face in his hands.

“I do too.” She whispered back, overcome with relief and joy, and grasped his wrists.

With the two pregnancy tests reading positive, Lily called the closest OBGYN in the area, which was twenty minutes away in the town of McKinney, and made an appointment with them for the earliest availability, which was three days later.

���I was thinking.” Sy said, drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel as he drove them to the appointment.

“Oh?” Lily replied, looking up from the ultra-soft, dove colored, yarn in her lap.

“I want to give up my apartment in Austin, and permanently stay out here with you and the baby.” He told her, glancing at her for a moment, smiling at the baby blanket she had started to crochet the night before.

“I already thought you were here permanently?” Lily chuckled, eyes sparkling at him. “Place in Austin or not.” She said, eyes turning back to her needlework.

Sy reached across the center console and gently took her hand in his. “You have no idea, how much you have made that farm a home for me. How much you've become home to me.”

Lily gripped his hand tighter, feeling the deep emotion of the moment. “I feel the same, Austin.” She whispered back, tears filling her eyes and spilling over, dripping onto the yarn. “So much, the same.”

They made it to the building Lily's new doctor worked out of and signed in for their appointment, filling out paperwork, while they waited for their turn to go back. Both of them were nervous and excited about the appointment, to find out more about the baby and what life would be like from here on out. Sy wanted to know what the gender was, but knew that wouldn’t happen for several more weeks, while Lily just hoped she wouldn't have any major complications during the pregnancy, her nausea was already starting to get more frequent, having been woken up early that morning to rush into the bathroom to throw up.

“Ms. Moore?” A nurse called out.

Lily and Sy stood up and the nurse showed them into the back, pausing for a moment to hold out a small urine sample cup to Lily.

“There's a bathroom two doors down, on the left, fill it to the line, and when you're done, leave it on the little counter in there, then I'll show you both to the exam room.” She explained to Lily.

“Okay.”

Lily nodded, a slight shake in her hand as she took the cup from her and went down to the bathroom, doing as she was told. It took Lily a moment to get going, her excitement and nerves taking up so much of her attention. She squeezed her eyes shut, taking a shaky breath, her mind flashing back and forth between every conceivable scenario between her, Sy and the baby. Her belly growing rounder than a ripe watermelon in summer, Sy finished up the house and working on a nursery, while she crocheted the blanket. The patter of feet in the house, the sound of laughs and barks in the yard as the baby and Aika played together.

But, also the fear of Sy suddenly deciding he didn't want a life with her and going back to Austin, leaving her to raise the baby on her own, or the absolute worst, losing the baby all together.

“Not going to happen.” She chanted under her breath. “He loves me.”

Taking several deep breaths, Lily managed to fill the cup to the line, secured the lid on it and set it down on the small shelf screwed into the wall across from the toilet, before washing her hands and going back out into the hall to join Sy and the nurse.

The nurse smiled at her and showed her and Sy into a sweet little exam room, where Lily took a seat on the table, letting the nurse take her vitals.

“The doctor will be right with you, Ms. Moore.”

“Thanks.” Lily smiled at her, legs gently swinging and hands clasped in her lap.

Sy stood in front of Lily, untangling her hands and held them in his, squeezing them as he felt them shake. “It'll be all right, Angel.” He cooed at her, pressing their hands to his chest and stood between her legs. “You're doing so good, my sweet thang.” He chuckled, starting to tease her a little bit, knowing it would lighten her mood.

Sy tried to cover his own worry and fear, wanting to look and be strong for Lily, knowing she was just as terrified as he was. He had wanted a family, a kid, for a long time, but not just a kid to have a kid for the sake of it, to have someone to carry on the bloodline and legacy. He wanted to have a kid with someone he loved, to have a life. To be someone more than Captain Austin Syverson of the U.S Army. To be, Austin Syverson, Father, Dad and husband, maybe even grandpa one day.

That had been Austin's dream.

And here was Lily, his beautiful, sweet Angel, who had saved him. He loved Lily with his entire soul, he would live for her and he would die for her, and now, she was carrying his daughter or son, proving him wrong, when he thought he couldn't love her anymore. Giving Sy one more thing on his bucket list. She gave him a purpose, she gave him a place to belong, and she gave him unconditional love and support. Lily made Sy feel wanted and complete. He couldn't think of anything more he wanted, but he had a feeling that Lily might give him more than what he expected.

“Snookums.” He laughed aloud.

“Oh god.” Lily laughed back, shaking her head at him, starting to feel better. “Watch yourself, Pooh Bear.” She teased him back, pressing her palms to his chest.

Sy rolled his eyes at her, leaning slightly forward and gently rubbed noses with her, with a soft knock on the room door and it opened, a short lady with smooth caramel skin and a white doctor's coat stepped into the room, smiling sweetly at both Lily and Sy.

“Hello.” She greeted them, extending her hand. “I'm Dr. Evers.”

“Hi.” Lily greeted her back and shook her hand. “Lily.” She smiled.

“Sy.” He replied, shaking her hand next.

“So, you're expecting?” Dr. Evers beamed at Lily, genuinely happy for them.

“Yeah.” Lily grinned, excited and shy. “I've been nauseous, which usually happens on my period.” She began to explain. “So, I was checking when my period was due to start, on a tracker I have on my phone, only to realize, I was nearly a week late.” She said, glancing over at Sy.

“I took two pregnancy tests and they both came back positive.”

“Great.” Evers nodded. “The urine test you took came back positive as well, but I'll also want to take a UPT test as well, to be extra sure.” She explained to Lily, just as the door opened again and the nurse came back in, pushing a small metal cart with two plastic tubes with rubber caps and a needle inside a sterile package.

Lily's hand instantly shot out for Sy's hand, eyes wild, gulping and paling slightly. Sy let her squeeze his hand as hard she wanted, while rubbing her back with his free hand, leaning in and pressing his lips to her temple. Lily, reluctantly, held her arm out to the nurse, who gently sterilized the inside bend of her elbow and took out the needle, that had a thin tube and cap-like object attached to it, that she slotted one of the test tubes into, before skillfully inserting the needle into Lily's arm.

“See, not so bad.” Sy smiled at Lily's soft hiss, watching her rich blood fill up the tube, and gently pet her hair. “Proud of you.” He added, softly.

The nurse filled both tubes, removed the needle and covered the injection site, smiling sweetly at Lily, then left the room with the blood samples.

“So, the test results will take two-= to three days to come in.” Evers explained to them, once the door closed. “The office will give you a call with the results. Until then, I want you to rest and take it easy. I'll prescribe you a prenatal vitamin and something for your nausea. Once we get your results and they’re positive, we'll set up another appointment and go from there.”

“Sounds great, Doc.” Sy grinned, giddy as a school-boy about being a dad.

“That it does.” Lily agreed, ecstatic as well.

-- Part VI --

[a-simple-imagine]

sugary sweet

requested by anonymous:  “could u pls write a story abt spending ur birthday with vanessa?”

pairing: Vanessa (in the heights) x fem!reader

words: 1.4k+

A/N - this is not as fluffy as you probably expected. I just never write happy stories that involve birthdays, it’s cute at the end though

the bright, early morning sun peeked through the blinds as you slowly open your eyes to find the space beside you vacant. evidence of your girlfriend was there but she was nowhere to be found. the apartment felt eerily quiet. had she already left for work? what time was it? normally she'd at least say goodbye first. what a way to start the day. the rattle of the elevated train shakes throughout the apartment as it zooms past the window. you let out a heavy sigh. today was gonna be a very long day.

"happy birthday!" an excited voice as the bed dips suddenly bouncing you against the mattress. Vanessa wears a bright smile and in her hand was a ceramic white bowl.

"thank you," With both hands against the bed, you push yourself upright. full of fresh berries, Vanessa offers up the bowl but not without stealing one or two first.

"I gotta get to work but you can sleep more if you want," odd offer. you rarely spent time here without her. it was her apartment so you didn't really have a reason to plus that train can be awful annoying sometimes... most of the time. "do whatever but if you plan on goin home just come by the salon with the key, yeah?" a gentle kiss bestowed upon your forehead. a simple nod to confirm you understood the instructions and Vanessa was rushing out the bedroom, only to reappear a mere moment later. "you gonna be alright?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Unspoken words hang in the air as Vanessa keeps her eyes trained in on you; her feelings left unclear by her quick shrug before rushing out the door. you hear the door click this time. your smile fades into the silence, glancing down at the fruit. picking up a berry, you toss it into your mouth then place it off to the side. a heavy feeling twists at your stomach and pulls at your tear ducts. it was a complicated feeling. you didn't exactly have a reason for it but seeing your birthday as a day of celebration was also difficult. every year felt like it came with a personal checklist of life achievements. career milestones. marriage. babies. fitness goals. buying property. it was like a reminder that you were so far behind other people your age but then again, you weren't even sure what you wanted in life. following such a linear path seemed so trivial in the grand scheme of things. there was no guarantee of happiness or fulfilment but rather they were just the milestones of life everyone was expected to want. all you had was a dead-end job and your developing relationship with Vanessa. She made you happy, you weren't denying that. but did your whole life just equate to settling down with her? dark clouds hung low in your mind. how to spend this oh so special occasion? you could go out? you didn't have a lot of friends so it wasn't like you weren't used to doing things alone. today, however, the thought of doing anything just seemed... pathetic. like a strong reminder of how isolated you truly were. in the end, you decide against going out. decide against going home. you would merely entertain yourself until Vanessa returns. it was strange being in her apartment without her. you focus on her atrociously messy desk. paper, pens, cutouts scattered everywhere. getting out of bed, you take a closer look at the designs pinned to the wall. it was rather selfish but often your cloud of insecurity blinds you from the thought of Vanessa's dreams. you pull one of the designs down. simply but elegant and coloured in a metallic silvery-blue it looked like an evening gown. you had discussed her desperation and desire to leave Washington heights. you knew all too well that she wanted to be a fashion designer and there was nothing you wanted for her more than for her to achieve her dreams. but where do you fit into all of that?

The sun is long gone by the time Vanessa finally arrives home. "you decided to stick around then."

"guess so," you shrug, glancing towards her. she drops a plastic bag or two on the kitchen counter. "I can leave if you want?"

"no- no, I'm glad you're still here," Vanessa quickly responds, breezing right past you towards the bedroom. "so... what did you do today?"

"nothing,"

"for real?" she calls out. "you didn't do anything for your birthday?"

"didn't feel up to it,"

"I knew I shouldn't have left you here alone," was that sympathy or pity in her voice? they sounded similar.

"it's fine,"

"no, it's not," your girlfriend huffs. "I feel bad,"

"don't need the pity, nessa." Vanessa reappears from the bedroom dressed in nothing but a long t-shirt. "isn't that mine?"

"probably," a quick shrug as she looks over herself, "I just... you could have come to the salon or something."

"it's not a big deal," you insist. "it's all good."

"you should care more," she replies, "and we're gonna finish it off right,"

"what does that even mean?" your brows furrow, eyes following the other woman to the kitchen area. "have you eaten?"

"Nah- thought I'd wait for you," truth be told you just didn't feel like cooking but a little white lie never hurt anyone. plus it sounded sweeter to think you waited just so you could eat together.

"Great," the woman spins on her heel and from her hand dangles a white plastic bag that explained the tantalising aroma that had enveloped the apartment. "because I brought take out."

"What kind?"

"Chinese," Proud words accompanied by a knowing smirk. "your favourite."

"you know me well," jumping up, you join Vanessa at the kitchen counter. she's unloading different cartons of food. a quick kiss is placed on her cheek as you grab the cutlery. nothing beats a little Chinese food after a long day

with dinner done and dusted, Vanessa tasks you with taking out the trash despite your protest. it was your birthday you shouldn't have to do it but there was no convincing your very stubborn girlfriend. marching all the way down the stairs of her apartment building; the elevator was once again, broken. it conveniently always seemed to be out of order when you wanted to use it. a slow climb back up, you arrive back to a very dark apartment. "power out or...?" that didn't make any sense. the lights in the hallway were clearly still on. the roar of the train brings with it a warm flicker of candlelight in the corner of the kitchen.

"happy birthday to you," her quiet melodic voice starts to sing as she turns slowly. in Vanessa's hand sits a cupcake with a single pink candle expertly placed in the centre. "happy birthday to you," slow careful steps closer, her hand shielding the flame. "happy birthday dear-"

"do we have to do this?"

"yes," she declared finishing off the song as she meets you in the middle. it's hard not to appreciate the cheesy gesture, an embarrassed smile settling on your lips. "now make a wish." taking a deep breath, you let your eyes flutter closed before blowing out the fire. handing over the cake, you swipe a little of the white frosting on the tip of your finger and into your mouth. sugary sweet. "how is it?"

"want a taste?" a playful quirk of your brow, you place the cupcake on the counter and pull Vanessa flush against you. her hands fall to your hips and you place your arms over her shoulders. "well?"

your girlfriend nods a little, keeping her eyes on yours. leaning in slowly, you connect your lips in a gentle embrace. Vanessa smiles into the kiss. " Feliz cumpleaños, cariño." whispered against your lips. "sorry for not doing more."

"don't be," you shrug a little. "this was enough. you are enough."

looking into her eyes and even in the darkness, you can tell she's holding something back. some comment or feeling. it's the same with you.  despite your words, that heavy feeling still burned in your chest. a lost, empty feeling that may never truly leave but you didn't want to have that conversation. "let's go to bed."

backing away from her, visible confusion crosses your face. "it's only like... ten?"

"exactly," Vanessa takes your hand, a smirk on her lips.

"what about my cupcake?"

"what about it?" A soft little giggle but you don't protest as she leads you towards the bedroom.

[ppersonna]

the landlord - myg | m

↳ summary- your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave.  good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 4.3k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre- smut, light crack, PWP

↳ warnings- basically the plot of a porn, theres no plot, the plot doesn’t make sense, seduction, oral sex (m/f receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, fun laughing giggly time during sex, honestly yoongi is great and i love him, maybe exhibitionism if u squint ???, cum sharing, finger sucking, motorboating

↳ a/n- did i just write basically the plotline of a bad porno? yes.  did i love it? also yes.  this was lowkey inspired by my own landlord coming over to my place (that i DIDNT SLEEP WITH) and i answered the door in a state of undress :/ i hate myself lol.  anywwayyss! enjoy yoongi the landlord!  pls feel free to interact with me because i need constant attention uwu

The inside of your apartment feels hotter than the blazing sun outside.  Your air conditioner chose the worst week to fritz on you. A record-breaking heat wave.

Nothing helps.  You open windows, blow fans, sit in front of your fridge, take cold showers. All just momentary bliss that ends too soon.

It finally breaks you and you muster up the courage to text your landlord, Yoongi.  

You inhale a deep breath as you click on the name. Min Yoongi, landlord.  Your eyes flutter shut for a moment without realizing.

Your landlord who lives in the same building as you is likely the hottest and most attractive man you’ve ever met. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on the man. Every month, paying rent was torture. You wanted to fling your legs open to him and request he takes his payment another way.

But you never did. He always remained cool and expressionless and it was hard to get a read on the man, let alone see if he’s interested.

Your fingers slide across the keys, nibbling at your lip as you decide what to say.

[to: yoongi] hi! sorry to bother you but my ac appears to have died and im afraid ill be next at the rate of his heat wave 😩 no rush but id appreciate help!

Perfect. Simple, slightly cutesy. Emoji to express how chill you are.

Your phone vibrates almost instantly and a smile curves on your face.

[to: me] oh no, we can’t have that. haunted apartments are hard to rent out 😉 im out until late tonight but i can stop by first thing in the morning if that’s cool?

A flirty line? Is this… working?

[to: yoongi] tomorrow is great! and don’t worry, if i die i won’t haunt this apartment, i’ll haunt yours 😌

[to: me] see you tomorrow, poltergeist 👻

You’re leaping through the air at the idea of the hot landlord semi-flirting with you over text when you notice your apartment. It’s disgusting. Your face burns red and you instantly work on the space before Yoongi comes over. He can't see you like this.

Sleep is out of the question. After your ravage cleaning and polishing and organizing, you’ve worked up more than a sweat.  A cold shower helps for a moment but you end up lying in bed feeling slightly wet and very, very hot. The humidity is draining.

You change into an outfit of a crop top and g-string panties. You aim the 3 fans in your room to point around your bed for direct wind contact. It helps, somewhat.

Sleep finally comes as dawn breaks. It’s cooled off enough that the ambient air around you is finally tolerable.  Exhaustion overwhelms you, and you pass out, hard. Finally.

You’re broken from your exquisite dream of being nailed by your landlord when a loud knock wakes you up. It’s disorienting. You’re so tired you’re not even sure where you are at the moment, let alone who is at the door.  The knock sounds again and you scurry to turn off the loud fans and book it to the door.

The door swings open and reveals your landlord, Yoongi.

“Oh, hi!” You’re excited to see him, for reasons beyond fixing your air conditioning.

Yoongi steps in and looks like he’s about to speak but opens his mouth and remains silent. His cheeks tingle a light shade of pink and he’s staring at your body.  Did you drool all over yourself all night or something? What was he staring—

Oh god.

You glance down at your body.  The crop top you hastily changed into in the middle of the night hits you a little lower than where your breasts end. The G string is non-existent. It covers almost nothing, which is why you opted for it last night in your desire to get cooled off.

You take a step back from the sexy landlord still gaping at you and shyly cross your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry, I—it was hot,” you mutter. “I’ll go change.”

Yoongi licks his lips, then snaps his eyes up to you and finds his voice. “It’s fine. It’s your home,” he swallows. “It’s hot in here, so stay comfortable. Don’t want to overheat you.”

His eyes stare down yours intensely. It feels like your veins sizzle, and it’s not related to the scorching temperature of your studio apartment.

He breaks the contact first and heads towards the panel in the wall where the inner workings of the air conditioner hide.

You wait in your kitchen, enjoying the natural shadow and shade from no windows and a spot to hide from Yoongi.

What if he thought badly about you?  What if he doesn’t find you attractive and thinks of this as a ploy to get him to lower your rent or something?  How could you recover from this?  Would it ever go back to being the same?

You’re anxiously tapping your fingers on the kitchen countertop, listening intently as the landlord fiddles with pipes and belts and mutters under his breath every so often.  Eventually, you hear a soft ‘aha’ and your air con kicks right on.   You think it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.   Instantly you feel the machine push out air. It’s lukewarm now from disuse, but soon it will be frigid cold.  You stand in front of the breeze and bask, arms open to let the wind blow through you.

Yoongi clears his throat, and it startles you, making you realize you’re standing in your house nearly naked, ass cheeks out on display, under-boob surely peeking out to say hi. Your face burns and it makes him chuckle as you jump and attempt to cover yourself somehow.

“How long was I standing there?” You ask quietly.

Yoongi can’t wipe the amused smirk on his face. “A few minutes,” he shrugs. “Glad it’s working now for you.”

The air rapidly cools as the machine continuously pumps out colder and colder air.

“Thank god. I owe you,” you sigh.

“Nah, that’s what rent pays for,” he smiles.

He makes his move to leave you alone, and you recognize this is it. This is your chance. You can ask him to fuck the shit out of you now. If he declines, well, the first of the month would start being more awkward. But if he accepts… it’s too blissful to imagine.

You grab at his arm as he walks past you.  He stops in his tracks, and his eyes travel to where your hands meet his skin.

“I’m serious,” you attempt to sound as confident as you can. “I owe you.”

He arches a brow at you and turns completely to face you. Your hands hover at the hem of your tiny shirt, lifting a sliver to give him a glance of the bottom of a rounded globe.

“Let me repay you somehow?” you ask.

A smirk lifts at one side of his lips. “You think that will cover the cost?”

Your cheeks heat and you pull the shirt up higher, determined to get him in your bed or die trying.

“I’m hoping.”

Yoongi’s eyes zero in on your tits. Rounded and full, nipples prickling in the fresh and rapidly cooling air.  He contemplates for a moment as he lets his eyes get their nice, long drink of you.

“Yeah, now that I think of it, that should be exact change.” He drops his bag of tools and approaches you quickly, hands cupping your head as he kisses you intensely.

He kisses you with all the fire of the heatwave outside, melting you from the inside out. You’re sure to be sweaty and clammy after you’re finished with him. He swipes his tongue over your lips, and there’s no hesitation to let him in. Your hands grip at his sides, pulling his shirt up as much as you can while trying to focus on making out with the hottest guy you’ve ever met.

He chuckles against your lips at your weak attempt to disrobe him and he reluctantly pulls a step away from you to take the shirt off. He stands there and allows you a quick look before he’s back on to you. His skin presses against your chilled nipples and the fire and ice sensation makes you shiver.

Yoongi kisses you passionately, you notice. Like a lover. It’s laced with deeper intention and you hope you’re not overthinking it. You will your brain to just shut up and enjoy. Emotions can come later.

Now, you’re the one to remove your lips from his and he pouts slightly at the loss. You smile and slide down to your knees, hands undoing the button of his tight jeans and tugging them down.

“Shit, babe, I think you may be overpaying me,” he admits. “Wasn’t that hard to fix.”

As a finger pulls down the front of his boxers to let his cock spring free, you flick a smirk up to his face.

“Then consider this my repayment for being late on rent all those months,” you state before shifting your gaze back to his hardened cock. It’s gathered pre-cum at the head and you wonder if he’s been hard and wanting since he got here and first saw you. The thought is intoxicating and spurs you on.

Your tongue licks up the slick at the tip that threatens to drip off, before it swirls around the bulbous head. Yoongi isn’t afraid to be loud, it seems. You supposed you wouldn’t be afraid if you owned the building too. Who will complain? And to who?

“Hoooooly fuck,” he gasps. “Sh—shit I might let you pay rent like this for the rest of your lease.”

You pop your mouth off and lick your lips, allowing your hand to grip his shaft and begin stroking him.

“I don’t want to pay rent this way. How about we consider it a perk?” You smile, pressing forward to kiss his tip teasingly.

“God, a girl who doesn’t want to fuck me just to take advantage of me? And she’s hot as fuck and wants to blow me for fun?” he quirks his head. “Shit, be careful or I’ll end up falling in love.”  

It makes your head spin a little and you suckle at the tip a little longer, making him keen, before you pull away again.

“Maybe that was the plan all along,” you simper, then take him in fully, letting his tip glide down your mouth to the back of your throat.  He groans loudly, and it’s the most satisfying sound. It makes you want to do this more. Every day if you could.

You get to work, sucking him in, allowing him passage to your throat, vacuuming your cheeks to add additional pressure, gliding your hands up and down the slick shaft to assist you in touching every single bit. Yoongi is thriving. He can’t believe his luck. The hottest girl in the complex, the girl he’s secretly pined over, is sucking his cock as if her life depends on it.

You’re salivating at the act now, saliva spilling out your mouth as you continue to envelop his cock quickly. You slip it out of your mouth to lean down and lick and suck at his balls, which makes him hum in absolute pleasure.  You don’t remain long—his cock is nearly pulsating with desire.  Your mouth returns to its rightful place and as you’re licking and sucking and pumping and stroking him, you maintain even and sensual eye contact with him.

You want him to know this isn’t a chore, a means to an end. You want him to know you’ve dreamt of him fucking your throat raw every night since you moved in.

Yoongi got the picture pretty quickly. His mouth drops open as he openly gapes at your work, giving him probably the best and hottest blowjob of his life.  

Your tongue swirls at the ridge of his head and Yoongi feels it snap—the tightness that holds everything back.  He fucks desperately into your throat, relishing in the feel of your gagging and moaning.  It didn’t take long until he was seeing it through to the end, pumping hot white ropes down your throat while he moaned out your name with a string of expletives.

The immoral pop noise your mouth made as you pull off his cock makes the blue-haired landlord standing above you moan.

“Fucking hell—where the fuck have you been all my life?” he sighs as he cups his hand under your chin. He beckons you back up, desperate to kiss you.  You oblige and return to standing, pressing against his body to pull him in to a dirty kiss.

“Upstairs, apparently,” you murmur.

He swipes his tongue on yours, tastes himself there, and decides he wants to taste himself on you all the time.  His hands slide down to your ass, the g string still curving down the line.  He snaps at the straps as you kiss, making you puff a laugh against his lips before pulling away.

“I’d be willing to fix your leaky faucet in the bathroom if you let me eat you out,” he offers.  

You’re tugging him towards your bed, knocking over multiple fans in the process, and flopping onto the mattress, landing on your back.

“Throw in fixing the squeaky wheel on my closet, and you’ve got yourself a deal,” you joke, spreading your legs to give him the tiniest clue of what lays between.

He sighs dramatically with a smile, “Needy tenant,” before he slips down to hover over you. He intends to kiss and lick every part of your body, starting with the tits that hypnotized him.

“Can’t believe you opened the door like that,” he chuckled as he plucked a nipple between his fingers and lightly rolled it.  “I thought I was dreaming.”

The feeling is instant, electricity sparking at the tips of your nipples and warming its way around your body, directly to your cunt.  You’re absolutely certain that by the time Min Yoongi reaches his mouth to your core, he’ll drown in it.

He moves forward and wraps his lips around the bud, allowing his hands to travel to the neglected one and to squeeze and pinch and prod.  He’s rewarded with your beautiful sighs and gasps—it’s sweeter than any song he’s ever heard.

He presses your tits together and rubs his face in the cleavage there, making you gasp and laugh at the same time.  He gazes up at you and flashes his gummy smile.

“I’ve really wanted to do that,” he admits, which makes you giggle again.

“Be my guest,” you approve.  He takes your reply and does it again for just a moment, before he’s kissing and sucking at the flesh of your breasts.  He wants to mark you, leave a piece of him for you to remember every time you see yourself.  You moan in appreciation and rub your thighs together, desperate at the ache that grows with every nip and nibble of Yoongi’s lips and teeth.

He seems to understand and trails down, kissing and sucking at your long torso, abdomen, hips.  He leaves little bruises everywhere and you want them to last forever.  You want him to mark you and claim you as his own.

His fingers slip around the thin straps of your underwear, and he tugs them right off.  He’s unable to stop the loud moan when he notices the slick that strings between them and your folds.  You’re drenched, and he marveled at how excited you were about him.

“Fuck, babe—” he sighs as he lowers his chest down to lie in front of your spread thighs.  Your center is weeping, slicked with your arousal and he can tell you’re desperate for friction, for anything.  “Look at this perfect fucking pussy.”

You whimper as you can feel his breath so close to where you need him.  

“Yoongi, please,” you whine.  “I’m so fucking horny.”

“I can tell,” he hums.  “Keep moaning my name like that and I’ll make sure you’re always horny and ready for me.”

He lowers his lips, hovering millimeters from your slit.  He holds it there as he watches your anguished face nearly burst at how close and yet how far he is, before he obliges you and presses into you.  

You gasp at the first swipe of his tongue on your clit.  He maintains a soft up and down motion on the nub and you’re already seeing stars.  He steadily increases the pressure and the speed, then spices it up by swirling his tongue around in different shapes, spelling out his name on your cunt with his tongue to remind you just who got you this fucking soaked.

Your legs falter and quiver as he slips his tongue deeper inside you, licking into your hole and nearly drinking you up.  He pulls back and devotes his attention to your clit and your moans turn from soft gasps and pleas to loud whines as he slips his fingers into your cunt and slowly fucks you, spreading you out.  He’s not small by any means, he feels he can get you ready to go.

“I want you to cum for me on my tongue,” he states, matter-of-factly.  “I want to feel you on my fingers.”

You nod, plucking at your own nipples with one hand as the other seeks purchase in his hair.  

“Can you do that for me, babe? Can you cum for me and get my hand nice and drenched?  I want to lick it off my fingers.”

His fingers get frantic and he splits his time between suckling and laving at your clit and encouraging you with illicit requests and praises.  

Yoongi continues, never letting up or even giving an inkling of a hint he’s tiring.  His hand works like a machine and he slips yet another finger inside your heat, making you arch off the bed.  He licks at your clit with just the right pressure, and he picks up the speed and it sends you tumbling towards your orgasm.  You feel the breath leave your lungs as it hits you, core and channel muscles squeezing him tight and legs shaking around his body.   Your moans echo off the small apartment walls, only drowned out by the sound of the fresh air-con still running.  

“Oh, my god Yoongi—” you pant.  “I’ve never cum so hard from oral in my life.”

He pulls his fingers from inside you as you come back down from your high and chuckles at your words.  True to his promise, he lets the slick glisten on his finger and marvels at it, before he’s popping the fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“You taste so fucking good,” he compliments, and it makes your chest tighten and tips of your ears turn red.  “Fuck, I could eat you every fucking day.”

You smirk, still sensitive but feeling the desperate ache inside you needy for him and his thick cock.  Your legs spread open as he lays between them and you’re wiggling your hips to get his attention.

“I’m sure we could arrange something in my lease for that,” you tease.  “I could suck your cock hourly, honestly.”

He groans as he sits up between your legs, cock resting heavily on top of your mound.  It’s so close, so close to where you need it to be.  You appreciate the thick member as it rests and as Yoongi catches his breath.  It’s thick and long, on top of your mound the tip reaches to the tiny swell of your stomach.  You know you will not be able to walk tomorrow, that’s for sure.

“You’re telling me I could have been going down on you and been getting my dick sucked by the hottest girl on the planet this whole time and all I’ve done is give you shit about rent?”  

You stifle a laugh and spread your legs open wider.  “Looks like it.  We better make up for all that lost time, don’t you think?”

His cock is rigid, almost stone, and he agrees heartily.

“Fuck yeah, we should.  I’ve been dreaming about being inside you.”

He sounds so dirty, looks so sinful—it’s all so much and you’re almost begging for him to take you.

He reaches down to the pants on the floor that dropped and shimmies a condom out of his wallet.  You send him a look that he silences with a roll of his eyes.

“Every dude has one, chill,” he mumbles. “I haven’t gotten laid in like a year and a half.”  He pales as he realizes what he just said. “Not that it matters.  Or that I care. Or that you care—christ can we fuck now please?” He asks as he rolls the rubber onto his stiff cock.

You’re laughing a bit, not at him but with him, and you lean up on your elbows to kiss his lips.  “If it makes it better, I haven’t gotten laid in 3 years so I’m the loser by comparison,” you assure.

He wants to ask you how the fuck you haven’t gotten laid in that long because you’re the hottest god damn person he thinks he’s ever seen, but he realizes he doesn’t care and that it works out in his favor because Yoongi doesn’t like competition.

“Looks like the landlord needs to fix yet another problem of yours,” he winks as he lines himself up.  You lean back onto the pillows and sigh as you feel the touch of his head right at the opening of your slit.

In one slow motion, he slides himself to the hilt. It’s tight, so fucking tight even after one orgasm, and Yoongi nearly hollers at the feel.  He’s sure his eyes are rolling back in his head.  It’s warm and tight and wet and even through a condom he’s in absolute bliss.  He’s hoping one day he can try it without—fuck you raw and stuff you full of his cum.  

He’s still inside you, and after a moment to breathe and adjust to the thick girth of him, you’re whining.  “Yoongi, fuck me, I need you so fucking bad.”

A feral groan leaves his lips, and he’s off, beginning a pace that has him hoarse from moaning in no time.  He’s never felt so good inside a cunt before, never understood how some men could do crazy shit for ‘magic pussy’, but now he gets it—he realizes he’d probably do some dumb things for a chance to be inside you again.

“Oh, yeah—” you whine. “S-shit, you’re so fucking big, Yoongi.  Fuck me nice and deep.”

“Mmm, yeah? You want me to bruise your cervix? Want me to make this cunt remember my fucking cock?”  He thrusts harder, pushing into you with diligent speed and intensity.  “Gonna make sure you can never cum from another cock again, only mine.”

You’re losing your breath with how hard he’s fucking into you, both your moans and pants coming out in quick little bursts between his thrusts.

“Y-y-yes! Yo-o-ongi! Right there!”  He hits a spot that feels so good, and you feel the pull towards orgasm tighten.

“God—you feel so. fucking. good.” he emphasizes with a thrust. “Need to feed your tiny pussy my dick every day, hm?  Needy little cunt needs my thick cock.”

Tears form in your eyes.  The depths he reaches inside you nearly scrambles your brains—you forget everything that isn’t Yoongi and his perfect thickness spearing inside you.

“Yoongi! Gonna c-cum!”

He goes harder, becomes rabid for your second orgasm and wants to feel the way you squeezed his fingers on his cock, knowing the channel will feel even impossibly tighter.

“That’s right, good girl,” he praises while he maintains a punishing pace.  “Let me see you cum on this cock, baby, wanna see that pretty little pussy all creamy for me.”

His thumb rubs at your clit, moving it in circular motions, and diverts his eyesight between watching your full tits bounce and your lips open and close in pure bliss.  You’re the definition of fucked out and Yoongi feels a surge of testosterone at the sight—knowing he was responsible.

“O-oh! Th-there!” You’re frantic and he can tell you’re right on the edge.  He goes even faster, deeper and harder, and it’s the final straw.  You’re catapulted off the edge and thrown headfirst into your orgasm.   As he suspected, your perfect cunt pulsates around him like a fist and he’s groaning and stuttering as it triggers his own release.  

It takes a few moments for both of you to come down, before he pulls his softening cock from within you and disposes of the condom.  You’re breathing hard, and he’s smiling at the sheen of sweat on your body.

“Good thing I got that AC fixed today, hm?” He asks as he leans over to kiss at your lips.

You grin and pull him down to lay next to you, snuggling into his body.  He holds onto you and kisses your head.  He feels a level of contentment he’s never felt before.

You break the silence. “Now, as the landlord’s girlfriend, do I get any special perks? Like you’ll throw the utilities into my rent? Free cable?”

He chuckles against your forehead. “Not a fucking chance, babe.”

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Enough | Shawn Mendes x Reader

Alright y’all here’s one of my dusty old docs I happened to stumble across in my every-now-and-again clean up of Google Docs. Just as a disclaimer, I wrote this in 2018 so no one is allowed to judge me for this, okay? Okay. 

Words: 3.0k

Warnings: Panic/anxiety attack (though it’s presented differently than the majority I’ve seen), some angst, Shawn being stupid, crying

-Masterlist-

E N O U G H :

How’d studio go?

You were hesitant to send the text but did it anyway. You hoped for a positive response, but with the way things had been lately it was highly unlikely. Still, you so badly wanted to give Shawn the benefit of the doubt so you decided you would wait until his response proved you differently. After two hours had passed and he still hadn’t replied, however, you got your answer, and the benefit of the doubt quickly fizzled away. 

Shawn wasn’t one to just not answer you, but lately it’d been more and more reoccurring. It wasn’t that he didn’t care or that he was angry at you; it was that he cared too much and was angry at himself. You still remembered when Shawn called you after a studio day a while back, disappointed that he hadn’t managed to find any sort of inspiration. You didn’t know it then, but that was only the first of many uninspired days he’d be facing over the next several months. 

The boy hid it well—the self-hatred and frustration—but you saw things that others didn’t. You were the one who saw the dark rings under his eyes before he had the chance to cover them up. You were the one who spent countless nights with him on the phone, trying and failing to reassure him that it was all right he was feeling this way and that it happened to all writers at some point. You were the one who brought him coffee with an extra shot of espresso each morning because you knew if you didn’t he would fall asleep in the middle of warm-ups. 

Shawn was going to crash soon, and not in the metaphorical sense; he was going to mentally crash. In a way, he already had. But you had a feeling that these past months were going to catch up to him, the meaningless guitar strums and pointless piano chords adding up to be one too many, and he was going to crash. Hard. You just had to make sure you were there when he did. 

Lucky for you your apartment wasn’t too far from his, that way when he called and asked you to come over because he needed you (and vice-versa), you could be there in five minutes or less. It hadn’t been purposeful, the close addresses, but it worked out. And you were happy it did, as there’d been numerous times the short distance was used to your advantage in emergency situations—such as the time you made cookies and wanted to surprise Shawn with them while they were still hot. 

Your phone buzzed from the coffee table, startling you from your half-conscious state. You rubbed your eyes and your hand fumbled to pick up your phone. 

Same.

You sighed. Somehow you knew that while you’d been relaxing in your apartment watching cheesy movies and almost dozing off, Shawn had been sitting staring at blank sheets of music in an apartment that was entirely silent apart from the experimental chords he’d strum and immediately nix. 

Before you could even think, your fingers were making the appropriate movements to call Shawn. It rang a few times, the soft sound making your eyes droop again. 

“Hey, it’s Shawn!” 

Shawn’s voice snapped you awake and you shook your head at yourself, frustrated that you’d almost fallen asleep when he clearly needed someone to talk to. 

“Hey Shawn, you oka-“

“I’m busy right now, but leave a message and I’ll be sure to call you back.”

You blinked a couple times, the switch from your boyfriend's voice to the teller machine making you stumble. You quickly hung up before a voicemail could be recorded and tried calling again, but you only got the same result. 

There was no reason he shouldn’t be answering his phone when he’d texted you back only a minute ago. 

An unsettling feeling washed over you and you scrambled up from the couch to find your shoes and throw on your cardigan. It was below freezing outside but you didn’t care enough to spend the extra time finding a coat and warmer clothes; besides, it was a short walk to Shawn’s place. 

You called again. This time when the teller came on instructing you to leave a message after the beep, you did. 

“Hey bub, you’re really starting to worry me. I’ve been calling but you haven’t picked up, and I know you have me as an emergency contact; I know my calls are going through. So, I’m coming over. Right now, actually. Hang tight, okay? I’ll be there in a few.”

You were in such a rush that you hardly even noticed the cold. You were sure you’d feel it after you sorted everything out with Shawn, but until then it had no place in your mind. 

The receptionist didn’t question your presence in Shawn’s building, quite used to your late night visits, although she did look a bit concerned; you always made sure to bundle up this time of year and never went upstairs without flashing her a smile and quick hello, but now you did both, sprinting to the elevator and maneuvering the buttons to work as quick as possible. 

You didn’t bother knocking when you got to Shawn’s door, instead pulling out the key he’d given you months ago and using that to unlock it. At first you heard nothing when you stepped in, making you painfully aware of your racing heart. 

“Shawn?” you called out cautiously, not wanting to do anything that could possibly scare him off. You stepped further in to find the living room and kitchen clean as usual, but no Shawn. As you travelled further into the apartment your uneasiness grew stronger. “Shawn, where are-“

A mix between a shout and a groan came from the bedroom and you quickly sprinted to the area, finding that the sound had come from inside the closed—and locked—bathroom door. 

“Shawn, it’s Y/N. Please open the door, baby,” you said calmly, gently. 

“Get out!” he suddenly yelled after you’d made a couple more attempts. 

“I’m not leaving, Shawn-“

“Get out, Y/N!”

“Shawn,” you stated firmly, not being thrown off by his irrational anger. “Open the door.”

A loud bang sounded as Shawn slammed his fist against the door, making you jump. But your resolve still wasn’t weakening. 

“Leave me alone!”

“You do realize I’ll stay here all night, right?” you said truthfully. Even if he stayed angry the entire time you were here, you would much prefer it over silence. At least with anger you knew what he was doing; silence could mean anything. 

“I’ll call security!” he shouted. 

“With what phone?” you asked, having seen his supposed phone on the floor by his bed. Your point made him stumble for just a moment as you weren’t usually the type to fight fire with fire, but somehow you knew that tonight it might be the only way to get through to him. 

“You’re trespassing!” Shawn tried. 

Fire it was. 

“You mean on the property you gave me a key to and never asked for back?”

Shawn paused again—only for a second. “Can’t you live your own life for once instead of following me around like some lost puppy?” he jabbed. “I don’t need your help, Y/N!”

His words that were meant to extinguish the fire only fueled it, and before you could tell yourself to stop you raised your fist and banged hard against the door like he had—so hard that your hand ached. But it had gotten his attention; you could tell due to the sudden silence on the other side of the door. 

“Shawn,” you said, speaking quieter but still with unwavering tenacity. “I’m not leaving.”

The next few minutes were silent yet deafening. Just as you were about to open your mouth and say something else, a resounding shatter filled the air. You instinctively flinched and felt your heart drop when you realized what had happened.

Shawn had broken the mirror. 

You snapped into action, grabbing a pair of socks and shoes from Shawn’s closet then knocking on the bathroom door again, hoping beyond hope that that was the peak of his episode and it was all downhill from here. 

“Baby, please open the door.”

You breathed a quiet sigh of relief when you heard an answering click and carefully pushed the door open, taking in the sight of glass fragments scattered amongst the floor with Shawn right in the middle of it, looking unphased and too caught up in his own head to notice the mess he’d made. 

“Shawn.”

He turned to look at you, his cheeks flushed and his hair a mess from constantly pulling at it. Your heart broke and you so badly wanted to reach out and wrap him in a hug, but that probably wasn’t the best move right now considering the circumstances so you held back, instead offering him the socks and shoes. 

“Put these on and try to avoid stepping on the shards, okay? Go lay down. I’ll clean this up.”

While he didn’t show any reaction to your instructions, he did as you told him, carefully slipping on the footwear and treading out of the bathroom to his bed.

It took a bit of time to clean up the glass, especially when it came to scooping it out of the sink and off the countertop, but you did it, sweeping it several times to ensure there were no shards left behind. It was only when you’d finished the task, put the broom back, and dumped the glass in the trash that you went to Shawn. 

He was sitting up now, his legs hanging off the side of the bed and his feet bare of the amenities you’d provided him just minutes ago. Unsure of how to go about the situation, you sat on the floor in front of him and reached for his hand. He let you have it, and you were surprised to see he only had a few shallow cuts from the breakage. You decided you’d deal with those later. For now, though, you needed to deal with the mental wounds. 

You sat in silence, trying desperately to find the right words to say to get Shawn to talk to you. Lucky for you, though, you didn’t have to. 

“I-I didn’t mean what I said,” Shawn said, his voice hoarse and cracking. “Any of it—all of it. I didn’t mean it.”

“I know,” you replied quietly, tracing the lines of his palm. 

Shawn swallowed and shook his head, his free hand clenching into a fist. “I don’t know why I did it. I was just so-so angry and I couldn’t stop and I just…” He trailed off, his eyes laden with the self-hatred he’d been guarding from sight all these months. His eyes shut as if he knew what you‘d spotted and his head tilted away from you. 

“Hey,” you said softly, interlacing his fingers with yours and working with his other hand to do the same. “Look at me.”

It took awhile but eventually Shawn complied. His eyes were red-rimmed and watery, so sad and so genuinely upset that it made your own eyes water. 

You physically watched as all of the burden Shawn had been carrying around suddenly came down on him, his shoulders dropping and every muscle in his body relaxing to the point where he was falling forward. You jumped to your feet, catching his weight and pulling him into your mid-section. A broken sob left his lips, and you were quick to hold him firmly against your chest as you played with his tangled curls. 

You let him cry, let his wounded hands twist into your shirt even when it rose up and exposed your abdomen, let his tears and dribbles of blood soak through the thin fabric of the only clothing you had with you. Because this was the breakdown. This was the crash. 

You resisted shushing Shawn like you would a crying child, knowing that if you didn’t let him break then he wouldn’t be able to build himself back up—as much as it hurt you to watch. “I’ve got you, bub,” you whispered instead. “I’m here.”

Eventually Shawn’s tears slowed but he didn’t move, allowing you to continue your soothing touches and calming words. His hands slowly moved from your shirt to your waist, his fingers tracing patterns along the bare skin there. You felt him frown and he tilted his head up, looking at you concernedly. 

“You’re freezing.”

You rolled your eyes with a small smile. It drove you crazy sometimes how utterly selfless he was, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t one of your favorite traits of his—one of the traits that drew you to him in the first place.  “I’m fine, Shawn.”

“Did you wear a coat?” he insisted. 

“No, I-“ You stopped at his disapproving look and exhaled. “I am fine, Shawn. It’s you I’m worried about, not me.”

Your words seemed to chase him away, as he rigidly pulled back into a sitting position and moved his eyes away from yours at the remark. You sighed and took a seat next to him, looking at your dangling feet versus his solidly planted ones before taking his hand again and guiding him to look at you. 

“Talk to me, Shawn,” you simply said, your voice the gentlest you could make it. 

He took a deep breath, letting it escape heavily through his nose. “I feel so pathetic.”

“Why?” you prodded, and when he shook his head you softly reminded him, “Bub, it’s just me.”

It took awhile for him to open up, but you stayed patient. You watched him as he formed the words in his head, trying to figure it out just as much as you were. 

“I’m supposed to be making music,” Shawn started quietly. “I know how pathetic I look each time I walk out of the studio with nothing more than what I brought in. Everyone’s waiting on me, expecting me to do something. It’s been months—months—and I’ve got nothing. I’ve done three albums back to back with no problem, I’ve done countless shows and tours and festival runs, but I have nothing now. No music, no ideas, no inspiration—nothing. And...and it makes me nothing.”

You paused. “If having nothing makes you nothing,” you said, choosing your words carefully, “then why am I here right now?” 

Shawn didn’t reply, training his eyes away from you and to the wall in front of him. You could see you’d simultaneously struck a chord with him and backed him into a corner; the only way Shawn could reply was either by telling you he didn’t know, which you both knew was false, or with self-deprecating reasoning, which you wouldn’t let slide for a second. 

You swallowed, knowing your next words would be extremely controversial. “Have you ever thought that maybe this is your mind’s way of telling you it’s time to take a break?”

Shawn immediately tensed, his head snapping back to you. “I am taking a break,” he argued. 

“No, you’re not,” you said, keeping your composure. “You’re working yourself twice as much as normal. You barely sleep, you hardly eat or drink anything other than what I give you, you never have the ‘time’ to hang out with me or your friends anymore, your mental health is spiralling-“ You quickly came to a stop, watching the fight you’d just recently seen in Shawn’s eyes begin to drain again at the last item on your list. “Shawn, I don’t know what taking a break means to you,” you began, “but to me it means letting go of your responsibilities—letting them disappear to the back of your mind where you won’t have to see them for awhile. It means relaxing, not worrying about deadlines or expectations or anything else remotely pressuring.”

Shawn was quiet, letting your words soak in. You and everyone else (including his fans) agreed it was time he took a break, but getting Shawn to agree himself was a whole other challenge. 

“I just…” He struggled for a moment, fiddling with his fingers and looking down. “I just feel like I’m not enough.”

There it is, you thought sadly. 

You gently grasped his chin and moved it until he was looking at you again. He looked so vulnerable, and you knew that whatever you said in the next moment could break him if you weren’t careful. 

“Shawn Peter Raul Mendes,” you breathed, “I promise you on all the stars in the world that you are and always will be enough. And if I have to promise you that every day for the rest of my life, I will. You are enough, Shawn, and the day you aren’t is the day tomorrow never comes.”

His eyes filled with tears again. He grabbed you and pulled you into his lap, burying his head in the crook of your neck and hugging you so tightly you could barely breathe. 

“You’re everything to me, Y/N,” he whispered. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you carded your fingers through his tangled hair. “Probably break another mirror.”

Shawn let out a choked laugh, his breath giving you goosebumps. He squeezed you tighter and placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. “Please don’t leave,” he whispered. “I love you so much, Y/N. I’m so in love with you, I’m sorry.”

“I love you too, Shawn,” you said, trying to hide the lump you now had in your throat. “I’m so in love with you, too. I’m not leaving, I promise.”

You held on to each other like that until the wee hours of the morning where you fell asleep in a different position but still curled up just the same. And when you woke up and were met with  Shawn’s sleeping face and gentle snoring, you realized that you wanted to wake up to that every day for the rest of your life. 

As if he could hear your thoughts, Shawn subconsciously hugged you closer, his lips upturned in a soft smile. 

“You are enough, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes,” you whispered, prepared to mark today as the first day of the promise you’d make to him every day from now until forever. “I promise on all the stars in the world.”

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