#or it could be i'm just getting too hot. because i have woken up really sweaty every time.

[teencopandthesourwolf]

so i'm supposed to be working on my sterek wip—and i am! i wrote about 1k today—but bc of all you lovely mutual's and folk i follow now also into buddie (main culprits being @inell @rosieposiepuddingnpie @sortasirius and @angela-feelstoomuch) and ofc bc of bi!buck confirmed, i've started ploughing through 911 over the last few weeks like a bloodhound chasing a rabbit through the woods and have consequently, inevitably, started a buddie wip. fml. anyways, it's all your lot's fault so here, have just under 1k of my first buck pov buddie quarantine wip and everyone pls forgive my adhd writing brain lol.

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Eddie was so fucking drunk. And it wasn't really either of their faults.

Because daytimes? When they weren't on shift? They were easy.

In the daytime there was just so much stuff to do with Christopher. So many games to play and so many cool things Buck was finding he could teach the little guy. And there were things that Christopher was teaching Buck, too, like, did you know that a crocodile can't stick out its tongue? Because Buck didn't, not until Christopher told him. And how cool is that?

The three of them—Buck, Christopher and Eddie—had started a Strip Jack Naked tournament and they now played it every night that he and Eddie were home, just before bath and bedtime stories. Turns out Christopher loved card games, and loved the rude name given to Buck and Maddie's childhood favourite even more, because what ten year old wouldn't? There was obviously zero stripping involved; Buck didn't even know why it was called what it was called, only that it was super fun, and just about easy enough for Christopher to learn but not so easy he'd get bored too fast, y’know? And what was funny was that the little dude hadn't even won a single round yet, and that somehow hadn't seemed to deter the slugger in his efforts one bit. Quite the opposite, actually. He'd warned, “Just you two wait,” and had this look on his face that said he was determined to become a grandmaster and beat Buck at his own game—or, even better, beat his Dad and win the prize of Eddie having to tidy Christopher's room for a week (a suggestion of Buck's that Eddie had not been overjoyed about).

In turn, Buck and Eddie had now lost countless games of Mario Kart to the kid; been repeatedly humiliated at Pictionary (the kiddie version); and each had the least amount of kudos points for Misfits, a game that Eddie apparently used to play with his sisters. It was another drawing-type one, where each player took a body section on their turn—head, torso and arms, or legs and feet—and then folded the paper over to hide the result until everyone was done and Christopher would unfold the paper and they'd all cry with laughter at the results. Misfits didn't even technically have any winners or losers, but hey, try telling Christopher that.

Evenings, though? The few hours left between Christopher's bedtime and Eddie and Buck turning in for the night? They were tougher.

Tough on Buck, at least.

See, he'd had this dream, a few weeks back. A dream about—well.

About Eddie.

In the dream, Buck had been washing the dishes in Eddie and Chris's apartment after Eddie had made another attempt at cooking his abuela's delicious Barbacoa recipe (Buck had tasted the real deal once when Isabel had come to stay and Eddie had invited Buck over to dinner), and Eddie had suddenly crowded into him from behind, crushing the length of his body up against Buck's back and reaching around to circle soft but firm hands around Buck's wet wrists. Startled and confused, Buck had open opened his mouth to say something when Eddie had placed his hot mouth onto the sensitive spot on Buck's neck, just below his right ear and—

Buck had woken abruptly, writhing and twitching and groaning, jizz spilling all over his freshly changed bed sheets.

After that, evenings were a challenge.

They were now made up of all the usual fun and dumb stuff that Buck and Eddie got up to, plus the occasionally deeper topics in their lives that they both seemed to struggle with but tried their best to share with each other, but there was also Don't look too long at Eddie's hands, and Don't look at Eddie's mouth while he speaks, and Don't check out Eddie's ass in those jeans I'd told him he should definitely buy when the shops were still open and the world hadn't yet gone to shit and I wasn't losing my damn mind.

Buck had moved into Eddie and Chris's place when Quarantine hit because it had just made sense, and over the course of the last six months he had somehow managed to fall in lust with his best friend.

So, times when they both had tomorrow off work, and when the confinement got to be a little too much, they would drink. Sometimes a little too much. One of them always stayed relatively sober though, just in case Chris needed something in the night, and tonight, Buck had been allowing Eddie to enjoy himself because the guy hardly ever really let his hair down, and he deserved to.

Eddie got giggly when he drank Tequila, Buck noticed.

They'd already sunk a few beers prior to cracking open the bottle of Cazadores Reposado, and after Buck had stopped at two shots but Eddie had continued, Eddie had become progressively loose and was now starting to giggle like a frickin schoolgirl. Which, embarrassingly, seemed to be doing things to Buck—not that Buck had a thing for school girls, jesus no, it was just that Eddie sounding so soft and vulnerable and happy was something that apparently really did it for Buck.

Fuck his life.

The guy also got very touchy-feely on tequila, too.

They'd migrated from the kitchen table to sitting so close to each other on the sofa that they were permanently touching, as well as all the times Eddie kept nudging his shoulder further into Buck's and squeezing his hand on Buck's knee. Then his thigh.

Seriously, fuck Buck's life.

The way Eddie had gotten so comfortable with touching Buck was becoming a majorly uncomfortable situation for Buck to have to deal with. Not because Buck didn't want the attention, but because he really fucking did.

And that was a problem, for a few reasons.

Reason one was that Buck wasn't gay, and didn't really understand these feelings he was having.

Reason two was, as far as Buck knew, Eddie wasn't gay either.

Reason three (and Buck's biggest fear) was Buck being terrified of losing what he had with Eddie. He loved Eddie, and Christopher, and he was pretty sure they loved him back—and he certainly wasn't about to let his rabid and confusing libido ruin any of that.

Drunk Eddie, though? It seemed Drunk Eddie really had it in for Buck tonight.

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fingers crossed i can finish it before buck goes insane! xp

[knifegremliin]

on my hands and knees begging for my body to let me sleep. please. please. just let me fucking sleep what do you WANT FROM ME.

[luveline]

how about a little blurb about roan asking reader to straighten her hair and eddie is devastated because someone said something mean to roan about her hair so reader does the dressing gown curls and comes down to the kitchen table for breakfast with hair like roans? 😭

cw this blurb might imply that the reader doesn't have curly hair but hopefully it is ambiguous, like maybe r has a different curl pattern

"What are you doing?" Eddie whispers, face smushed into a pillow. You must've woken him fidgeting with your last pin. 

He went to bed early with a headache. You think that it might've been because of the afternoon's events. Poor Ro was being teased at school again for her lovely hair, and Eddie can't stand it, but worse was the face he made when Roan asked if you could straighten it out. 

That was not cool. Far from Roan's fault, of course, and gutting. 

"Nothing," you whisper, hoping you can tide him back to sleep with some affection, "gimme two seconds, angel, I'm just moisturising." 

You're lying. You pin the last rag in place and turn off the light by the mirror before he can investigate the authenticity of what you'd claimed, sliding into bed behind him to hold his waist and press your face to his hot shoulder. He relaxes into your touch. You're not sure who nods off first. 

In the morning, he seems to have benefited from being the little spoon; he's singing downstairs while Roan giggles, his mood lightened, his voice high-pitched as he soars up to an octave you didn't know he could reach. You set about pulling the pins and rags from your hair, and brush the resulting curls out very gently. You look pretty, because you look exactly like Roan does after she gets her hair done properly, your hair in curls that are nearly ringlet in form, winding loose toward the scalp and tighter at the ends.

You get dressed for work and make your way downstairs. 

"How much toast? One or two?" Eddie's asking. 

"I want two, please," Roan says, leaning back in her chair, the pillows slipping beneath her. 

Eddie obeys her asking and pops the toaster down with two pieces of bread, and then he turns to you and the easy smile on his face stutters. "Oh." 

"Do you like it?" you ask, bringing your hands to your chest with pride, elbows out as you turn one way and the other. "Aren't they pretty?" 

"You look beautiful," he agrees immediately, the impulse of a man who's about to get married saying what his future wife tells him to, but then softer is his genuine agreement, "you look really, really stellar. Doesn't she, Ro?" 

Roan wraps her arms around the back of her chair, cheek squished to the side. "Your hair is like mine." 

"You're lucky," you say, pulling one of the curls behind your ear. You do feel pretty. "It took me ages last night to get it ready and put all of the pins in my hair, but you wake up with your beautiful hair like that every day." 

Roan's voice is chest-achingly hopeful, "You think so?" 

"I love it."

You twist one way and another to drive the message home for her. Eddie scratches a thin layer of butter and strawberry jelly over Roan's toast and puts it in front of her, a quarter piece miraculously missing. 

She squints at him. 

"You have such nice hair," he says eventually through a full mouth. 

You lean over the back of her chair to kiss her cheek and swipe your own quarter piece of toast. "He's right, even if he has no manners."

She giggles and makes herself a little toast sandwich. Her fingers and eyes stay focused on the task at hand, but she says, "Thanks, mommy," quietly and sweetly. 

"You're welcome, my little toast monster. How did you eat that much already? You're impressive." 

Eddie sidles up to give you a grateful hug from the side, his hands joining over your shoulder as he encourages your face toward his. You lean away from his smacking strawberry scented kiss, but you cover his hands so he can't leave too quickly afterwards.

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eddie, roan and reader drabbles

[miniwheat77]

By Nature, She’s Naughty. (141 x Reader.)

THIS IS THE GANGBANG VERSION TO "LUST". I ADDED A TINY BIT MORE BACKSTORY BECAUSE I WANTED TO XD

You can find the original mutual masturbation story here

!CW! NSFW, smut, gang bang, rough sex, overstimulation, squirting, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, 141 being great at aftercare, (lemme know if I missed any)

(Summary): 141 finds out how wild Y/N was in her youth.

I’m referring to Captain Price as John and Soap as Johnny just in case there’s any confusion.

The hot cup of coffee to your lips settles the boiling anger flowing through you. An annoyed sigh leaves your lips and you hear a laugh behind you. "Something funny John?" You spin around and send him a glare. "No, not at all sweetheart." He raises his hands in surrender. "Thought so." You roll your eyes. Everyone slowly begins to file into the meeting room. Sitting around the massive Oak table for their next assignment. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" Gaz asks. "On the next assignment with you guys." You smile. "Tread carefully boys, she's grouchy when she's woken up too early." You raise the cup of coffee. "This right here will save you all from your impending doom." You joke.

"For someone so young you think you'd be able to run on much less sleep." Soap laughs. "Yeah, I partied all of the youngness out of me. Believe it or not." You laugh. Soap tilts his head. "Partier huh? You'll have to tell us about it sometime." He winks. You roll your eyes. "Yeah right, I barely remember any of it. Cocaine is a hell of a drug." You kick your feet up on the table, only for Captain Price to immediately shove them off. "Wait, really?"

"For legal reasons I'm not answering that." You smirk. John rolls his eyes. "I've heard the stories from Laswell. She's done some pretty crazy shit." You smile at him. He had no issues selling you out. "I know Laswell did some pretty crazy stuff too so she better be careful telling you my business." You laugh. "You too Captain, she's told me about all kinds of things." You send him a wink, making him shake his head in retaliation. "Anyways." He clears his throat. "Onto this next mission." He starts.

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The wind blew harshly against your clothes. The mask you wore helped shield your skin from the harsh sand beating against you. "This sucks." You roll your eyes. "Not too bad actually. Better sand than bullets." Gaz shrugs. "Yeah, if you're a pussy." You wink. He rolls his eyes. "Takes one to know one." He nudges you. "Pay attention." Your Captain snaps. "Yes sir." You salute him sarcastically but he can't see it. You really shouldn't be giving him this much attitude but you are. "I'm beginning to think we're lost Captain." Soap says. "Yeah, me too." He rolls his eyes. "Seems like Laswell sent us on a death run. You do something to piss her off Captain?" You joke. "Hope not. If I did, none of us are leaving here." He laughs. "So all of those people back there, what do you think they were?" Gaz asks. "Not sure, I just hope there isn't any more of them." He continues. "Don't think so. Looked more like a wannabe group of Al Qatala. Not many weapons, not very guarded buildings." You shrug. "True."

Finally, after a few hours of walking, you find yourself walking upon an old abandoned house. The inside was caved in a little bit, only two rooms were still intact, the living area and the kitchen. Sand had flooded the inside and you were each left crammed into one room. Captain Price was in the living area on the radio with Laswell, and the rest were crowding the kitchen, looking to see what they could find. When his conversation was over, he makes his way into the kitchen. "Laswell sent us in the wrong direction by accident. Thinks it was intentional because Al Qatala is leading us the wrong direction because they're doing something they're not supposed to be doing." Everyone nods. "Exfil can't get to us until morning so settle in."

Those were your Captain’s instruction, so everyone did. You took up one small corner of the living area. There was an old couch, and everyone had set up around you, almost in a circle. All you had was a sleeping bag and an emergency blanket for comfort so you laid them both out. It was still too warm so you were sitting on top of it. You tried getting comfortable but it was a little hard. Everyone had a couple emergency MRE’s and first aid kits. You tended to your wounds, patched up, and ate one of the MRE’s.

“I don’t have sweats or extra clothes in my bag so you’ll all just have to be okay with me sleeping in my boxers.” Soap calls out.

“That’s fine, no one cares.” You reply. “Use a buddy system if you have to go outside for any reason.” Your captain calls. He’s laying on his own sleeping bag a couple feet from you. Soap starts removing his clothes, tucking them near his bag and laying down. The room fills with an awkward silence and everyone shifts uncomfortably. It was clear no one would be getting much rest tonight. A deep sigh brings everyone out of their own thoughts. “Maybe we should do something. Like.. play a game.” Soap says. “What, like one of those ridiculous games we played in grade school?” You laugh. “You got any better ideas?” Soap rolls his eyes. “Not really. I’m in.” You shrug.

“Truth or dare?”

“Can’t really do many dares, Soap.” You laugh. He smiles. “Alright alright, truth or truth?” You laugh, sitting up in your sleeping bag. Everyone follows suit. “I think I seen some old bottles of vodka in the kitchen. Maybe we can do a drinking game like never have I ever.” Gaz suggests. You nod your head, standing up. “Captain could probably pick out good liquor. He’d be able to tell which is good to drink and what’s bad.” You smile. “Damn right little lady.” John pushes past you, you follow him into the dingy kitchen and he opens up a couple cupboards, finding 2 unopened bottles of liquor. Gin and Vodka. “Alright. We’ll just pass around the bottle.” You nod your head. “Before we start I’m ditching my clothes too.” You complain. They were dirty and had blood all over them. “Yeah me too.” Gaz complains. Pretty soon everyone is just sitting in their undergarments. Most of you were pretty beat up. Bandages and cuts and bruises all over.

Each of you form a circle and John picks up a bottle.

“Alright so.. if you don’t already know, never have I ever works like this. Someone asks a question, and if you’ve done it, you drink, if you haven’t, you don’t.” You explain. Everyone nods.

“Alright, I’ll go first. A warm up question.” Gaz sits up. “Never have I ever… been stuck in a dingy house in the middle of a desert.”

Each of you pass around the bottles of liquor.

“Bloody hell that is shite.” Captain Price flinches. He lowers the bottle of gin from his lips and shivers. “Steamin Jesus that is horrible.” Soap laughs, passing the bottle of vodka to you. You take it, tipping it back. Flinching as you set it down. The burn coursing through you. “Alright. Soap, your turn.” Soap laughs. “Alright uh..” he pauses, thinking to himself. “Never have I ever gotten into a fight.”

Everyone passes around the bottles again.

This goes on for a few more times and everyone is starting to feel buzzed, loosening up. “Okay, Y/N.”

“Never have I ever had a dirty dream about someone in this room.” You smile. “Ooooh. That’s a good one.” Gaz laughs. Your captain, Soap, and Ghost each take a drink.

The game goes on like this until most of the liquor is gone. Everyone had been targeting you, trying to figure out what exactly you had done as a teenager. They dug deep to figure out just how wild you'd been in your youth.

Eventually everyone settles into their own little worlds. Playing on their phones, reading. Or just relaxing. The same tension is still thick in the room, everyone can read it. “Alright. I hate this. Let’s try something else.” Your Captain says, sitting up. “What do you mean?” Gaz laughs, taking a breath. “I was thinking we find another way to relieve some tension.”

“What, a gang bang?” Gaz jokes. “Hate to break it to you cap, but I don’t think poor Y/N could handle that.” Your mouth props open and your cheeks burn. “I like your taste Garrick, but that’s not what I meant. I mean.. similar. But.. less hands on.” Ghost pulls off his mask, this wasn’t the first time you’d each seen his face. “Are you suggesting we.. touch ourselves?” Soap asks. John nods his head. Everyone steals glances at each other. "What makes you think I wouldn't be able to handle it, Kyle?" You smirk at Gaz, his eyes widening. "I just assumed. You talk a big game but don't have the will to back it up." He shrugs. You pick up the bottle of Vodka, tipping what's left in the bottle back. Swallowing it all down and setting it back down. You wipe your lips off and send him another evil smile. "Try me Garrick." You cross your arms. "You know what. I think we should. Fuck the attitude right out of her." Ghost smirks. One of the only things he's said all day. "Yeah, she has been giving everyone attitude all day." Soap glances at you. Right now is where you began to get nervous. It was four against one right now. You were for sure losing no matter what. The thought of all four of them using you to pleasure themselves makes butterflies swarm in your stomach. "Earth to Y/N." your Captain waves in your face. "Y-yeah, sorry. What?"

"You want to do it or not?" He smiles. "Uh.. yeah. Yeah I do."

"It's going to be a lot." He smiles. "I know."

"Before we start, I want to make a safe word." You nod your head at his suggestion. "Okay. How about 'Stop'?" Gaz suggests. "Sounds good. You know how a safe word works, right sugar?" He asks. You nod your head. "Alright. Let's get started." His hands wrapping around your thighs and tugging you toward him, laying on your back on the ground as he eagerly pulls your panties down your legs. Revealing your most delicate parts to everyone in the room. On show for them and fuel for whatever filthy fantasies are going through each of their heads right now. Your bra is next, Ghost unclasping it almost too quickly, incriminating himself just a little bit with the move. Your Captain decides to take it easier on you in the start. Helping stretch you out and prep you. He spits on his fingers, opening you up. A moan leaves your lips and you prop yourself up onto your elbows to watch him. You notice Kyle is now fully naked, moving to your left. He pushes your chest down so that you're laying on your back. "Relax." He smiles. Simon joins your other side, Johnny at your head. "You're gonna be a good girl for us right?" Johnny smirks. You nod your head, having no real response to that. This was happening, really happening. "Nothing smart to say?" John says. You smile, but say nothing. You think about saying something sarcastic but choose not to, considering it looked like he was going first. Your smile fades when you feel the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance, disappearing between your folds. Your eyes shut tightly, a moan leaving your lips. "Shit, stretching her a lot Cap." Kyle laughs. "Yeah, probably should've stretched her a little more huh." He laughs. "Oh fuck!" A whine leaving your lips as you clutch at Johnny and Kyle’s thighs. Kyle laughs. Hand moving up the shaft of his cock, slicking it up with his spit. Johnny's fingertips glide over your cheeks and you tilt your head back to look up at him. "Fuck.. Look so pretty looking up at me like that sweetheart." He smiles. He moves his hips forward, cock nudging at your mouth and nose. You waste no time, taking him into your mouth and swirling your tongue around the tip. "Oh fuck!" he gasps, hips jerking back.

He relaxes a second, only just now realizing how long it'd been since he had done this. You reach upward, wrapping your hands around his thighs and forcing him to stay still as you took him down further. By now, John was fucking into you. He wasn't going too fast, giving you even more time to adjust to his size. Once you're sure Johnny will stay still, you reach your hands out. You can hear the squelch of Simon and Kyle jerking off, so you stop them, taking them into your hands. "Shit, maybe I was wrong." Kyle laughs. “Maybe you can take it.” He groans. Thrusting his hips into your hand. You moan around Johnny, John sliding right into your spongy spot, he’s got a death grip on your thighs and your hips buck. “Fuck.. like when you moan around my cock like that sweetheart.” Johnny glides his hand over your throat. He takes hold of you, holding you still so that he can thrust into your mouth, trying not to be too rough. John moans out, feeling you tighten around him. “Fuck.. so fucking tight.” He moans. He relaxes himself. He’s worked up, approaching his orgasm too fast for his liking. He slows his thrusts, pinning your hips to the ground and taking slow deep thrusts into you. “She’s fucking tight-“ he groans. “So fucking good.” He tilts his head down, watching his cock disappear inside of you. “Doing so good for us Princess. So much better than I thought you would.” Kyle laughs, fingertips gliding over your chest at an attempt to soothe you. Your heart was pounding and your skin was bright red and warm. Already so worked up. He lets out a deep chuckle. A taunt. “She’s good at this too.” Johnny groans out, tilting his head back too look at the ceiling. Having to force himself to think about something other than your lips around him. “Got a lot of experience hm? Little slut.” Johnny swats your breast, earning a moan from you. You squirm when he squeezes it, fingertip gliding over your nipple. John felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge of his orgasm. Working through it. “Fuck- fuck.” He gasps. He groans. You’re wet around him, soaking the base of his cock. He admires it.

Johnny slides out of your mouth for just a second, and you gasp in a breath of air, followed by a “I’m gonna cum!” Before Johnny holds you still. “Fuck- me too.” John groans. “Me too.” Johnny’s eyes roll back. Kyle chuckles. “Gonna make them both cum sweetheart. Such a filthy fucking girl. Fucking your Captain and sucking your Sergeant off too.” Kyle leans down, attaching his lips to your nipple, lowering a hand to rub at your clit. He’s running quick circles over it, and you cry out around Johnny’s cock, nearly choking when he ruts his hips into you, pushing himself as far into your throat as you could take and cumming deep inside your throat. John pulls out of you quickly, earning a mewl from you at the loss of your orgasm. Pumping his cock quickly until he coats his hand and your stomach in a layer of his cum. When he cums, it’s sexy. He doesn’t try to hide how good he’s feeling, panting, groaning. When all of their hands are off of you, and Johnny has slid out of your mouth, you’re panting hard. Eyes are watering and your skin is beat red. “How are you doing sweetheart? Can you take it?” Your Captain smirks. Your nod your head lazily and he laughs at this. So pathetic and used already and they’d only just begun. Kyle swaps spots with John, and Simon trades with Johnny. Giving himself a minute before he fucks you. You jerk his cock lazily, same with John. They were both sensitive as they’d just climaxed. Taking this as a moment to relax. “See if I can’t make you cum hm? I know how bad you want it.” Kyle smiles. You lay back, hair damp with sweat as you look up at Simon, forcing your eyes not to widen at his massive size. A deep chuckle leaves his lips, causing chills to raise on your skin. “S’alright, no need to be nervous.” His deep voice puts you in a trance and you look up at him. “Such a pretty girl hm? If you can’t take it all, that’s alright. Just as long as you try f’me.” He smiles. You take a deep breath, adjusting the way you’re laying for a second, opening your legs up for Kyle. He bites his lip at this. Still ready for more.

He wonders if you’ll still be by the end of this.

Kyle’s tip pokes at your entrance and he’s a little more rough than your Captain, starting in fast. The sound of his hips slapping into yours echoes throughout the room, cries leaving your lips at the intensity until Simon leans forward. You swallow down the moans, opening your mouth for him. You’re ready for it, and his thick cock glides into your mouth. You release John and Johnny, forming a death grip on the sleeping bag beneath you. You suck hard at Simons cock as he fucks your throat, breasts bouncing with every hard thrust Kyle takes. “Want this pussy cumming on my cock.” Kyle growls. He’s holding both of your thighs tightly, hips hammering into yours. John rubs gentle circles on your clit, Johnny leaning forward to suck at one of your nipples, fingers gliding over the other. You’re crying out around Simon and he’s struggling to keep himself together. You’re sucking hard and the vibrations from your moans feel so good. He lowers one of his hands, fingers rolling his balls around, stimulating himself even more. Kyle’s teeth are gritted, John was right. You’re wrapped tightly around him, your body naturally milking his cock. You were made for this. Made for pleasuring them. You’re swallowing down gags, you don’t want them to notice your weakness, not even for a second. Simon grits his own teeth, clutching your hands over the sleeping bag. He’s mumbling to you. The others can’t hear it too well, but you can. Strings of moans and curses are leaving his lips. “Such a good girl.. like sucking my big cock, don’t you?” He chuckles when you moan around him. Knowing you can’t answer his questions. He’s stretching at your lips. A sting that you find yourself loving. “Mmm… doing so good. Getting me so close.” Simon releases your hands, you return them to pump at the others’ cocks. Earning groans from both of them. So sensitive, yet still ready for more. He’s more rough than he intends to be, holding you still by your hair and fucking himself into your throat. Watching you turn a deep shade of crimson, choking on his cock. “Oh fuck- just a- just a second longer sweet girl. Take my cock. Take it- Agh!” Simons hips buck, cumming down your throat just as Johnny had earlier. “Jesus LT-“ Johnny laughs. You take in a deep breath when he pulls away, the color fading from your face from having your air cut off. You’re panting, the black dots that had clouded your vision are slowly starting to disappear, the numbness in your body felt amazing, the buzzing in your head blocked everything out. The only thing you seemed to be able to feel was Kyle’s hips slamming into yours.

You’re moaning out, cries and whimpers leaving your lips each time he hammers into your cervix. You prop yourself up, eyes burning into Kyle’s as he fucks into you. He bites his lip hard, hips not stopping for even a second. You reach your hand down, rubbing at your clit, maybe a little harder than you intend. “Fuck.. think she’s about to cum.” John laughs. “She likes that, look at her.” Your hips buck up, eyes rolling back as your body lurches forward. Kyle tilts his head back, “fuck I’m gonna cum.” Kyle’s thrusts slow, and he’s taking hard thrusts into you, riding out your orgasm. When you fingers drop from your clit to clutch the sleeping bag, John replaces them. Earning a few cries from you at the overstimulation. “Oh- fuck!” Kyle gasps out. He slides out of you too, coating your stomach in his cum just like his Captain had. It was time for the next rotation. You were worn out, eyes heavy. Body numb and throbbing. Beads of sweat coated your body and your heart thumped through you. The room buzzed and felt way hotter than earlier. “Need another drink before I fuck her. Johnny is next.” Simon growls, standing up. He was last, and was by far going to be the biggest, you were nervous thinking about it.

Johnny swaps with Kyle, John moving up by your head. It was his turn to feel those pretty lips wrapped around him. “How about we try something else sweetheart?” Johnny smiles. “On your hands and knees f’me baby.” He pats your thigh. You listen, legs wobbling as you move. “Are you alright, Princess?” John asks. You nod your head. John smiles. “No more attitude out of you Hm?” He pushes your hair out of your face, a gasp leaving your lips as Johnny slides into you, grasping hold of your hips as he starts fucking you. John laughs, leaning in to press his forehead to yours. He smiles. Eyes looking into yours. “Am I a good girl Captain?” You smile. “Yeah, doing so good for us.” John’s cock is rock hard again, hearing you say that. Asking if you’re a good girl. It makes him want to bust right there. “Are you ready for more baby? Ready to taste my cock?” You nod your head eagerly. “Such a good girl for me.” He groans out as you lower yourself. He lifts himself up onto his knees, cock level with your mouth. You take him into you, body jolting with each thrust Johnny takes. Kyle squeezes at your breasts, fingertips gliding over your skin to soothe you like he had done before. He knew they were overwhelming you. But you were almost done, and you were proving him wrong. So so wrong. Johnny’s head is tilted back, hearing your moans have been muffled by his Captain’s cock. His cock was overstimulated, but he was still going. The sensitivity makes the sex feel so much better. So much more intense as your body clenches down onto him, relaxing. You can feel another knot building in your stomach, and Johnny can tell. The way you’re clenching around him sells you out. Kyle is running circles over your clit steadily, even with the shaking from Johnny’s thrusts. Simon sits on the couch, bottle of Gin in hand. He’s watching. Your body is so stimulated. Mouth full of cock, cock buried in your pussy. Nipples and clit being stimulated. Your hands are clutching at the ground beneath you. You’re fighting off another orgasm, he can tell from where he’s sitting. If Johnny doesn’t make you cum, Simon would. By the way Johnny’s thrusts are getting sloppy, he’s not going to get you to another. A smile plays at Simons lips. He was about to make you see another fucking world.

Sure, he was a little cocky about it. But he was waiting to go last for a good reason. He’d stretch you more and wanted you to be completely ready.

You swallow down every last bit of cum that your Captain has to give. His hips buck into you, and you try hard not to gag. He relaxes, your head hanging as you cry out. Johnny’s thrusts are sloppy and you know he won’t be able to make you finish, you’re too overwhelmed. Johnny releases a loud gasp, sliding out of you just in time as he pumps his cock hard, orgasm spilling out onto your backside. You collapse onto your stomach, body weak and numb. Kyle laughs. “M’tapping out sweetheart. You’re all Simons now.” Simon stands up from the couch, setting down the empty bottle of gin. He kneels down by your legs, helping you roll into your back. Chuckling at how weak you are. “You remember our safe word right honey?” He smirks. You nod your head weakly. “What is it?”

“Stop.” You croak. He smiles, “can you take more?” You nod your head weakly. “Just lay back and relax. They’re going to take care of you.” You nod your head. A sigh leaves your lips as you lay back. Simon folds one of your legs over the other until you’re on your side. He lifts one of your legs higher, spitting on his hand and rubbing it over your pulsing entrance. As fucked out as you are, you’re still desperate to cum again. Simon starts to glide into you and your mouth falls open. “Oh my god!” You suck in a harsh breath. “It’s okay sweetheart.” John rubs a hand over your hair. They’re all watching Simon stretch you. “Stretching me so much-“ a sob leaves your lips. Simon bites down on his lip, trying not to thrust right into you until you’re crying. Tears start to slide down your face, so overstimulated. But it feels so good. Better than anything you’ve ever felt before. “Ah-“ you move your leg until you’re laying on your back again, pushing down onto Simon, and he groans when he prods at your cervix, bottoming out into you. “Someone’s eager.” He chuckles. When he takes his first thrust, your head falls back into John’s lap. He chuckles, “you’ve got a safe word baby. Don’t forget.” You shake your head. Earning a smile from him. “Doing so good for Simon baby. So good.” He chuckles, running his fingers through your damp hair. He draws his hips back, thrusting into you again. A moan leaving your lips. They didn’t get to hear too much of it before. Your mouth was full. Your moans are perfect and they egg Simon on. He starts to be a little more rough, hips hammering into yours until your body is jumping with each one he takes. Simon won’t last long, but that doesn’t matter.

Because neither will you.

His thick cock brushes right up against your spongy spot, and your eyes roll back. Shutting tightly. “Ah! S-Simon- feels weird.” You whimper, “S’okay baby. Just let it happen.” John breathes, they all know what’s coming, stealing glances at each other with a smile. Your body began to shake, cries leaving your lips. You try to squirm but John holds you tight. Johnny moves forward, rubbing circles over your overstimulated nub. “A-Ah! I’m going to-“ a cry leaves your lips and Simon fucks you through it, body jerking hard as you reach your high, your arousal squirting out around Simon, fluids coating Simon as a scream leaves your lips. Simon groans, still fucking into you as he reaches his own high. “So fucking good. Fucking tight around me.” He grits his teeth. He knows he should pull out, but he doesn’t. “Agh- can’t fucking stop,” he growls. He takes a tight hold on your hips, burying his cock as deep as it’ll go and reaching his orgasm. Filling you to the hilt with his spunk.

Your body gives out completely, panting. You’re drenched in sweat and coated in bodily fluids. Most not even yours. Simon moans when he sees his cum spill back out of you. Pumping out with each pulse from your pussy. John let’s go of you, giving you a moment to relax. They all stand up, admiring their work. “I was wrong, she could take it.” Kyle laughs. Each of them standing around you like a pack of wolves, that’d just devoured their prey. Your eyes are heavy and don’t stay open for long. You fall asleep quickly, still nude and coated in fluid.

“Let’s clean her up, everyone else has clothes so she can sleep with Johnny.” They nod their heads, making a mutual agreement. You didn’t have back up clothes and neither did Johnny, which meant you could keep each other warm through the night. It was the desert. It would get freezing. With whatever wipes and clothes they didn’t need, they cleaned your skin off, using a damn cloth to wipe your face off before using it for the rest of your body, even between your legs so that you didn’t feel uncomfortable. They helped put your undergarments back on so that you wouldn’t wake up naked, and discarded your ruined emergency blanket with a mutual agreement to gift you another when they returned. “I found an extra hoodie in my bag, let’s put it on her too.” Gaz passes it to Johnny. He moves your body to slide it onto you. “M’gonna take her bra back off than. That can’t be comfortable. She complains about them every time she’s around.” Johnny laughs. “True.” He tucks your bra into your bag and unzips your sleeping bag for more warmth over the both of you.

He forces you awake for just a second for a drink of water and after, you’re fast asleep again. Johnny gets settled with you, pulling you into him so that the both of you are warm. Once everyone settles in, they turn their lights off.

The next morning, Johnny is shaking you awake. “Exfil is a mile out lass. Cmon.” You nod your head, going to stand up. Your legs buckle underneath you and Johnny laughs as he catches you. “Just sit there for a minute yeah?” He smiles. “Simon, I’ll take your bag. You get her.” He nods his head, moving closer. He passes Johnny his bag, kneeling down in front of you. You climb onto his back and he’s lifting you up. He has a hold of your thighs, your arms wrapped around his front. You were riding piggyback on him. They cover your bottom half with an emergency blanket, luckily Gaz’s hoodie was long and covered you as well. “Alright. One mile. Let’s do this.” They all nod.

You rest your head on Simons back, eyes growing heavy once again.

ask and you shall receive my babies XD

@shroomje @mothcelestial @lillianastuff

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Hello, Simon! I enjoyed reading some of your recent works for Francis Mosses 🥺 is it okay to request for period comfort? keep it SFW please! I'm just in a emotional rollercoaster right now because of it and I don't see much sfw works of Francis here on Tumblr. Thank you so much in advance! 🤎

Tysm for the ask anon, so sorry it took this long!

I've been working on some personal projects recently and have had less time to write (especially since I now have to actually take care of some of my grades because some aren't looking too good.... whatever, though I'm balling through, it'll be fine)

Also, I'm so so sorry this is short because, uhm, how do I write about period comfort when all I usually do is ball through and act like the tough man I totally am (not)

WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO; GN!Reader but mentioned to be afab due to having Periods, established relationship but not having been together for that long, Francis is a little silly and unsure at first because that man wouldn't know what to do and I stand by that statement.

When you had woken up this morning, you had immediately known. Just that feeling of being uncomfortable, as if your body needed to make extra sure to signal you that you weren't pregnant. You groaned in annoyance, wanting to sleep for a little longer, but if you did that, you'd probably end up having to change your bedsheets, and that's the last thing you wanted to do right now. So, instead, you trotted to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend Francis was absolutely confused. You weren't the type to get up early, especially not when he was staying over. Usually, you'd snuggle up to him, wrap your arms around his waist to keep him in bed with you. He figured you maybe just needed to go to the toilet, though something seemed a little off. He didn't pay it much mind, though, simply drifting off into a state of being half asleep again. At least until you practically fell into bed, making the mattress creak. "Francis." You grumbled, moving to press your face against his neck like you'd always do when he stayed over and was still with you in the morning. "Mm?" He hummed, his hand coming up to carefully run through your hair. "Got my period." You huff, your face scrunching in annoyance. Francis is caught off guard for a moment. "At least you aren't pregnant?" He mutters, trying to lighten your mood, though that only results in having you hit his chest softly. He really doesn't know what to do. He never had to deal with this before. "What usually.. I don't know.. helps? Makes it better?" He asks. Francis has heard of buying chocolate or making a hot water bottle, though he really wants to make sure not to just assume what might be good for you. "Just stay for now, okay?" You ask, snuggling further against him.

The two of you stay cuddled up in bed for a while, with you getting into some, for Francis, very weird positions just to relieve some of the pain. He starts massaging your lower belly at some point, which makes you comfortably rest against him so he can keep going. He figures that this helped your cramps, though you aren't really a big talker right now. He's just glad you aren't getting sappy on him or worse. Francis reminds himself to stop thinking in stereotypes. You fall asleep at some point, and he has half a mind to get a blanket over the two of you while he tries not to fall asleep as well - he feels like he should be awake once you wake up. He wouldn't want to have you have to do something alone when he could be helping you.

The next few hours are mostly you being asleep and Francis drifting off just to jolt awake again. Once you wake up, Francis gets you water and, because you now specifically asked for it, made you a hot water bottle to help the cramps. You put on a movie while he was gone, some romantic one that he knew you had watched at least twice before already. Not like he minded, though. Wasn't his place to judge. He settled beside you again, making sure to carefully place the bottle on you, letting you adjust it yourself. "You alright?" He hums, resting his head against yours. "Obviously not. I'm actively bleeding, Francis." You huff, rolling your eyes playfully as you shift closer to him. "Honestly, though, as good as I could be right now." You then answer, sighing as you close your eyes to bask in your boyfriends presence.

You stay cuddled up like that, watching the movie together. Francis gets up at some point to make both of you a tea, making sure yours is a Green tea after searching for what tea helps with cramps. He's generally just very mindful of you, even offering to run to the store to get you anything you want - which in all honesty almost makes you tear up because he's just too sweet - but you just want him with you, and that's all that counts.

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Lost (14) - Collide

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Word count: 5.1k

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-Where do we go from here when they're tearing down our lives?-

The steaming mug of hot chocolate, a warm blanket, and another night all alone. If only there weren't so many memories tied to this house she would have moved somewhere, at least to an apartment or something. It was just too hard to think of anywhere else as her home. Even now that she had a second chance in you.

In a way, at the very least.

You've said it once, you're not Zack. You're still the only family he had beside her. At least as far as the family that accepted him goes. So, in a way, you were the only living reminder of him. You made her so happy when you visited her. And you brought the most wonderful, loving girl, with you.

Her phone suddenly rang. Maybe it was you, she rarely got calls from anyone else, but you made sure to call every now and then. Then she'd get to talk to you, Tara, and sometimes even Sam. Now that she thought about it, she had an unread message from you, she got it while she was at work and then it slipped her mind to read it later. That was probably why you were calling. So, Susan picked up her phone.

"Hello, Susan," she didn't recognize the voice. Maybe it was one of the patients from the hospital, or a doctor or a nurse she rarely talked to.

"Hello, I'm sorry, but who is this?" she took a sip from her mug, waiting for the answer.

"Oh, no one important. I was actually calling because of Y/N, she told me you are her half-brother's mother and that if anything happened, I could call you," Susan immediately sat up straight at that.

"Did something happen to her?" she wanted to hang up and call you right away.

"Not yet, no, but it could. So, what's your favorite scary movie?" Susan, having read the books after what happened to you, recognized the line. She remembered the state you and Tara were in when you came to her house.

If what she heard was true she was done for. The killer was with her. So, she hung up, quickly opening the messages. She didn't even get to type a single letter before a knife stabbed her back. She cried out, dropping her phone. The piercing of her flesh continued as the figure of a masked monster in black robes came into her line of sight. The stabs would have been enough, but the killer made two deep cuts on the crooks of her arms. She'd bleed out slow enough for it to hurt, but quickly enough so that no one could help her.

And then the monster left her, lying on the floor.

She could barely move her arms, but the adrenaline still pumping through her veins helped her reach the phone. She managed to type exactly three letters as her vision became blurry and hit send. She wouldn't be found until two days later when a neighbor noticed her doors were left wide open.

Thousands of miles away, all the way in New York you were woken up by your phone. You groaned, reaching over to your nightstand, and seeing the message. You smiled. Leave it to Susan to respond with only one word.

"Mhmm, Y/N," Tara hid her face from the light coming from your screen.

"Sorry, Love. It's Susan. I'm guessing she's down to spend Thanksgiving with us," you kissed the top of Tara's head when you felt her smile against your neck. It was Tara's idea, really. So, you went and invited Susan to spend a week in New York, since you hadn't seen each other ever since you came to New York.

Her response? Fun. You figured that was a 'yes' and sent her a thumbs up, which she immediately read. No response came, but you expected that. You'd just call her after you figure out a proper plan for that week. Which would have to wait, because you had another exhausting week ahead of you.

~X~

Nine, god damn, hours. You felt like you were just about ready to kick Thomas' ass for just dropping a two-week-long vacation on you out of the blue. If only it was your vacation.

So, instead of canceling his classes you were replacing him. Instead of doing the morning sessions and the second afternoon training session, which would mean 4 and a half hours at the gym, you were stuck with Thomas' sessions as well. Which basically meant you were at the gym from 6:45 am to 10:15 a.m., then again from 11:45 a.m. to 3:15 p.m., and finally from 4:45 to 8:15 p.m. So, nine hours of training people and an hour and a half to keep the gym running. By the time you came home after the third training session, you were too exhausted to do anything.

Tara hated it even more than you did. You tried, you really did, you'd go back home after each double training session, and you'd buy flowers, things like that, but it didn't help much. You loved how needy Tara was, how she wanted to spend time with you, to be held by you. Right now, her neediness proved to be a double-edged sword.

You tried to watch a movie with her, but you fell asleep. Tara understood that. She did not understand how you fell asleep last night while she kissed your neck. She wouldn't even look at you, or speak to you when you dropped by after morning sessions.

That's how you ended up right where you were now. Waiting for Sam, because you had a feeling it would be better if Sam was with you when you came home. You couldn't be more thankful when she came out of the therapy much sooner than she was supposed to.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," you greeted the moment Sam got into the passenger seat. Then you noticed the look on her face, that defeated look that told you she opened up a bit and it didn't go well. "Rough therapy?"

Sam looked at you, her eyes softening as she noticed just how tired you looked. "Rough day?"

You turned the engine on, loving the way the car came to life. "You have no idea," you sighed, just ready to get home, take the coldest shower possible to keep yourself awake, and hopefully make up for the last night's inability to stay awake. At least driving wasn't an issue. You never bothered to seek an explanation, but whenever you were driving you were completely awake, no matter how little sleep you had, or how tired you were. Step out of the car, sleepy, behind the wheel, completely awake.

"Tara?" Sam guessed, though that probably wasn't difficult, you saw how cranky Tara was this morning. Sam must have seen it as well.

"Uh... let's just say I fell asleep when I shouldn't have," you blushed, hoping that Sam wouldn't question it further.

"You've been exhausted ever since Thomas left, I'm sure Tara understands that," Sam did not avoid further questioning.

"Yeah, not when you fall asleep while your girlfriend is kissing your neck," you grumbled through clenched teeth. You didn't need to turn to look at Sam, you could feel the incredulous look on her face. In your defense, Tara was warm, and lying on top of you, and you were tired, and the kisses felt really comforting and good. Comfy and sleepy was a combination not even you could beat.

Sam suddenly began stifling a laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just funny," well, you'd probably laugh about it once Tara gets over it. "You two will be fine, Tara just misses you, you know?"

You nodded, not taking your eyes off the road. "I know, Sam, I miss her too," you couldn't help but smile, it was just a small lover quarrel, not even that, really, since you didn't have the capacity to participate.

"I have an idea," you were vaguely aware of Sam pulling out her phone. Was she calling Tara? Probably.

No one answered though and you were suddenly reminded of what happened roughly four months ago.

"You know you're supposed to pick up when I call," Sam's concerned voice made you even more worried. "I got out of therapy early and Y/N is driving me back home. I was thinking we could cook dinner tonight. I mean, if that's what you'd like," she left the message and sighed.

"She probably, ah, I don't even know, maybe her phone is charging?" you were grasping at straws, but you weren't ready to think of the other options just yet.

"Or she's at a party, Omega something," Sam buried her face in her hands, trying her best to not get frustrated right away.

"What party?" shit, you were starting to think falling asleep last night was the worst possible timing, ever.

"There's a frat party tonight, she really wanted to go, but I begged her not to," the arrangement you and Sam managed to get Tara to agree to, remained unspoken.

After Tara first disappeared and went to a party the three of you came to an agreement. She could have her parties, as long as you or Sam were with her. Mindy or Chad wouldn’t do, Tara refused to listen to them, she refused to stop unless you or Sam made her stop, and as worried about Tara as they were, they didn’t exactly want to go to parties to babysit her. You wouldn't stop her from having fun or drinking until she reached a very specific point between drunk and no longer aware of what was happening.

You hated just watching over her, but you tried to step in sooner exactly one time before she got drunk. The next time there was a party Tara went and disappeared again, so you just figured it was better to stay by her side and make sure she was fine than to drive around the whole damn city looking for her.

"I don't know how to reach her, Sam," the mental toll of watching Tara cope in one of the worst ways possible was slowly getting to you. You'd do anything to get her to stop drinking like that, but she just wouldn't listen to you. "Should I just drive straight to that party?"

Sam thought it over. "Let's check if she's home first."

You both knew it was extremely unlikely, but you still hoped.

You hoped even as Sam unlocked the apartment, but you couldn't hope once it was clear Tara wasn't there. You leaned against the wall, completely awake now. "She didn't even bring her taser," you pointed out, huffing as you began pacing the apartment. You knew you should already be heading out to find Tara, but you just needed a moment.

"I'll go get her, rest for a bit," you wanted to argue when Sam said that, but honestly, you just felt relief. "I'll call you if she's not at that party."

"Thanks," you just let her, not sure how drunk Tara would be, or if you were ready for another hunt all over New York, so if you could delay it even for ten or fifteen minutes, you'd accept that opportunity.

"How the fuck am I supposed to help you, Tara?" you leaned back against the sofa, letting your eyes close just for a moment. The next time you opened your eyes it was because of your phone ringing. "Did you find her?" you immediately got up, ready to get the car keys if Sam didn't find Tara.

"I did. She's pissed though, she should be at the apartment in a minute or two," Sam warned you.

"She's pissed? Brilliant! Just perfect!" you hung up just as you yanked the doors open and saw Tara climbing up the stairs.

"Don't you even start!" she yelled the moment she saw your mouth opening.

You felt really close to snapping as you stepped outside the apartment to meet Tara. "Oh, I'm sorry, did your party get interrupted?"

You could see she was going to walk by you and get inside, but the mocking in your tone made her halt right next to you. "It did! And you know what? I was about to hook up with a guy!" if you were any less tired, any more attentive to the way her eyes immediately filled with regret when she said that, then maybe you would have been able to control your temper.

Not tonight though. "Well, it certainly wouldn't be the first time you were with someone while loving me, now, would it?!"

Tara recoiled as if you slapped her. "Do not bring Amber into this, Y/N!"

"Hey, come on, this isn't like you," Chad tried to get between you two.

"Stay out of this," you warned, but Tara was already heading inside.

"No need! We're done talking!" she yelled while marching to your room.

"Oh, no, not this time, Tara!" you went after her, catching the doors just as she was about to slam them shut.

"What do you want, Y/N?! I'm living my life, you hear me?! it's mine, not ours!" she screamed, pushing her finger into your chest. "You're possessive, you won't let me go to any party alone; you've become even more controlling than Amber!"

You threw your hands up in the air, just for a moment looking anywhere but at Tara. "Maybe I wouldn't have to be if you had an ounce of self-control! Or do I need to remind you how I found you the two times you were at a party on your own?!"

"What of it? I ended up in a bad place twice, and? Surely, I've run out of all the awful things that can happen to me by now!" she was having difficulty breathing and the red haze that had overcome you faded away.

"And if you haven't? If someone takes advantage of how drunk you are?" you stopped shouting, even though some of the anger was still there.

Tara just shrugged. "Add it to the list, I guess," you stepped away from her and went outside the room. "Y/N!" she gasped your name but didn't come after you, a coughing fit kept her in place.

You came back to the room, unpacking the inhaler you got a few days ago. "Your current one ran out, right?" you pulled her down to sit next to you and brought the inhaler to her mouth. "I can't, Tara, I can't take it if something happens to you again," you could only hope she would finally hear you. Judging by the way she clung to you, gripping your shirt like it was the only thing keeping her grounded, a tiny bit of you hoped she would hear you.

"You're not angry with me?" she asked, tired of shouting as well, tired of being angry, of not having you around since you started covering Thomas’ part of the training.

You almost told a lie. "I am, but I'm more worried about you than I'm angry at you," especially when her asthma gets triggered. At that point, any argument can wait and you guessed those pauses also made both of you calm down.

"I wasn't really going to hook up with anyone. I just wanted, I don't even know what I wanted. To make you angry, or to hurt you, I guess? I regretted it the moment I said it," she confessed, tentatively climbing into your lap for comfort.

You took a deep breath, feeling the tension between you two dissipating with every moment.

"I'm not messed up," she whispered into your ear, the desire to continue what she started last night evident in her eyes, but you shook your head.

"No, you are. You are still drunk," you weren't about to do anything with Tara while she was even slightly drunk.

Tara responded with a huff and pulled back from you as much as she could while still sitting on your lap. "Fine, fine," she knew better than to argue with you on that.

A knock on the doors caught your attention and Tara got off your lap so you could go and open the doors.

"Oh, thank God you're not fighting anymore," Anika said as soon as she noticed neither one of you was frowning.

"Told you love birds would be fine," Mindy patted her on the back.

Chad coughed. "More important things people," he reminded the two and you tilted your head to the side. "You need to see this," he pointed toward the TV and you felt a shiver run down your spine due to the worried look on his face.

You couldn't believe the nightmare was starting again. Someone was brutally stabbed and a Ghostface mask was found at the scene of the crime. Even worse than that Mindy recognized the names and from the look on Tara's face so did she.

"You know them?" you asked as you sat down next to her.

"Barely, not that it matters, this isn't about us," you could see the worry in her eyes, the fear that it actually was about all of you.

That's when Sam came in, followed by a guy you came across every now and then. Danny? Tara thought something was going on between Sam and him, but she didn't have proof and you weren't about to ask Sam if she wasn't going to talk.

The moment Sam figured out what was going on it was like someone flipped a switch. "Pack a bag, we leave in ten," you and Tara just looked at each other.

"Sam! Wait, Sam!" Tara went after her into the kitchen.

"We're leaving town," Sam ordered, not even for a moment considering Tara's objection.

You walked in, hugging Tara around her waist from behind to calm her down, she just had an asthma attack and you wanted her to feel safe. "Sam, you know running away didn't work last time," sure, you came back to Woodsboro willingly, but Amber and Richie were going to use Chad, Mindy, and Liv as bait anyway.

"It'll work this time," Sam picked up the biggest knife you had and went back to the living room.

Tara got out of your hug but began holding your hand. "Hold on, let's talk for a second. 'Cause this might not have anything to do with us," Tara followed after Sam, trying to reason with her.

"Are you serious?" Sam demanded, finally turning to look at Tara.

"It's a big city! It's Halloween. Everybody's wearing masks! You don't know-"

"Tara! Tara, this isn't a coincidence! You knew him!" Sam interrupted.

"Barely," Tara leaned back into you, prompting you to once again place your arms around her waist.

"Chad, Mindy, back me up," Sam turned to the twins.

"I mean it is a bit..." the expression on Chad's face showed he agreed with Sam.

"Too close to home," Mindy basically finished for him.

"Sam, we finally got our lives together here," you took Tara’s side, yes there were issues, yes, Tara wasn't handling things properly, but you were building something here.

"We'll do that again, somewhere safer," Sam assured you, not even wasting a second to push back against any arguments in favor of staying.

"So, you're just making the unilateral decision to abandon my and Y/N's college education and flee the fucking state!" Tara clenched her fingers around your hands. The weaker grip in her left hand nearly made you reconsider.

"Y/N," Sam turned to you, looking for support. "Please don't take Tara's side just because it's Tara."

You shook your head. "Sam, I'm not going to run every time there's a hint of danger. If we do that we'll always be on the run, I won't live like that and if Tara doesn't want that-"

"Which I don't," Tara quickly chimed in.

"Then I won't let you force her to live like that," you could feel Tara's anxiety rising as Sam remained silent.

And then the phone rang, and Tara nearly jumped in your arms. She wasn't the only one affected, everyone was put on edge by Sam's phone ringing.

Sam went over to the phone and rejected the call. "It was Gale," she said, which wasn't a good sign. Especially since Gale's book didn't exactly make any of you the fans of the reporter.

"Why did everyone freak out when her phone rang?" you almost forgot Ethan was there.

"You gotta keep up, my dude," Anika just told him.

Sam's phone rang again, this time from an unknown caller, and though anxiously she still picked up. "Yes?"

There was a pause for a few moments. "Yes, it's me," Sam replied to whoever was on the other side of the line. "Okay, okay, I'll come," she hung up. "It's the police, they want me to come down to the station," she didn't waste a moment and picked her jacket up to leave.

Tara just looked at you. There was no need to talk, you grabbed your jackets and you turned to Chad. "You guys be careful," you went after Tara, grabbing the keys on the way. You considered driving, but the police station wasn't that far and it was late, it was Halloween and people were partying, so maybe walking was a better option.

You caught up with Tara at the bottom of the stairs and she gave you a quick, though a bit uncertain, smile. "We'll be fine, Love," you quickly leaned down to kiss the top of her head and then she led you outside, after Sam.

"Sam, slow down," Tara called after her sister.

"Tara, no, get back inside, lock the doors," Sam immediately rejected the idea of Tara coming with her.

"Are you serious? Now you don't want to stick together? Besides, I have Y/N," and both you and Sam knew Tara would feel better if you were there for both her and Sam.

"You heard the boss, Sam, don't fight this," you offered Sam a cheeky smile and she just shook her head.

"Fine, let's go."

~X~

You were about ten minutes away from the station when Sam's phone rang again and you saw that the caller was... Richie?

"The fuck?" Tara said exactly what you thought.

"I never deleted his contact," you raised an eyebrow at that. Really, Sam? "This is coming from his number."

"Don't pick that up," Tara told her, but you were already tuning the conversation out, instead looking around the three of you.

Whoever was behind this now couldn't appear out of nowhere. You couldn't see anything suspicious behind you, but you felt Tara quickly grabbing onto your forearm. You turned around and saw a man approaching, holding a phone, so you stepped in front of Tara and Sam, ready to act the moment he made any move.

There was no need for that, the man just walked by the three of you.

The police sirens put you on edge as you made sure Tara was close to you.

"You shouldn't believe everything you read on the internet, asshole," just as Sam said it you noticed a movement to your right.

And there it was. The familiar robe and mask coming almost out of nowhere, hidden by the darkness. You pushed Tara toward Sam and stepped between the two and the reoccurring nightmare. You did a quick jab followed by a hook, sending the figure into the bicycles behind him.

Something felt wrong. He fell too easily. As if he decided to fall. "Run!" you ushered Tara and Sam, not that you needed to as Sam was already getting Tara away from the could-have-been fight.

You turned back when you caught up to them, to see the Ghostface chasing after you.

"Y/N?!" you saw fear in Tara's eyes, the confusion caused by you of all people running.

"Something's different! I don't know what, but it just feels wrong!" you liked to think years of fighting gave you a good sense of what someone can and can't do in a fight and you didn't like one bit what happened right there.

Your words only increased Tara's fear. "Help! Please!" She cried out, hoping maybe someone would hear her.

"In there!" Sam pointed at a bodega just around the corner.

The three of you ran in, with Tara and Sam cutting the line and pleading for the clerk to call the police. You just stood with your back behind them, waiting for Ghostface. You saw him at the door, looking much bigger than you. Tara, probably still thinking about what you just told her, grabbed onto your forearm, and tried to pull you back. "Please, Y/N," you glanced back, seeing the fear in her eyes. That one moment was enough for everything to go wrong. Ghostface quickly killed two men, tossing them aside and advancing toward the three of you.

"Sam! Don't!" judging by Tara's screams you figured Sam was pulling her back.

You relaxed, easily shifting into a fighting stance. As wrong as it felt, you knew there wasn't a way out without a fight. Besides, if you could end this now, you'd have only one more Ghostface to worry about.

"Hey!" the man working at the bodega shouted and raised a shotgun, firing it at Ghostface. As the Ghostface vanished behind the shelves you couldn't help but wonder why the man didn't just shoot first. You know, without warning the clearly armed and dangerous masked individual.

"Go out the back!" he told the three of you.

Well, you weren't about to waste that.

"Thank you!" Tara said, but as the three of you got to the back doors you realized it was locked. "Shit! Keys! We need your keys!"

The man turned to give them to her and Ghostface took his chance. Stabbing the man and taking the shotgun, shooting the man that tried to help you.

The three of you ducked behind shelves and you glanced at Tara. You've fought Ghostface before. You were afraid before. But back then you were afraid for Tara. Now you were afraid of the killer. There was nothing you could do against a shotgun. There was no way you could get shot and survive, let alone continue fighting. There was no way Tara or Sam would survive and just for a moment, between fight, flight, or freeze, your body chose to freeze.

Ghostface shot the freezers behind you, shattering the glass. Sam began moving again, trying to crawl to safety, trying desperately to keep Tara alive. Tara, however, wouldn't move an inch without you.

Another shot knocked a bunch of cans down, halting your escape and making Tara squeeze your hand. That snapped you out of it and you pulled the two of them back toward freezers. From the looks of it, you did that just in time as Ghostface came to the side you were on mere moments ago. You looked at Tara and moved, staying crouched as you moved toward Ghostface. You'd go around the shelves and try to take him down from behind.

Your heart hammered in your chest when you turned around the corner and saw a shotgun right in front of your face. You weren't fast enough to get it out of the way, no, you were allowed to grab it and lift it up. "Run!" the last time you screamed as loud as you just did Amber was holding Tara at gunpoint.

"Y/N!" Tara screamed your name, but you didn't look at her, you looked at Sam.

"Take Tara and run, damn it!" you yelled, pushing the shotgun up to make sure Ghotface couldn't shoot any of you. You couldn't focus on anything else, not on the screaming or Sam's frantic attempts to get Tara out of bodega, you could only focus on the fight. You felt a small sense of relief, knowing that as long as you kept holding the shotgun Ghostface wouldn't be able to let go of it either.

The moment you vaguely heard the doors opening you yanked the shotgun down and kneed the man in his stomach. There wasn't even a grunt, but he tossed the shotgun away so that neither of you could use it. You let him, using the small opening to land an uppercut to the jaw, followed by several hard and fast punches to the face. You pushed him into the counter, continuing the assault. It felt wrong. It felt like your punches barely affected him. He was moving, reacting to your punches, but it was too much, it was as if he was moving on his own, and not due to your hits.

A hard hit to the side knocked all the air from your lungs and he easily pushed you back. He slammed his shoulder into you, taking you to the ground. You gasped for air, barely having time to put up a guard before a fist could connect with your face. You recognized this feeling all too well. You were in this exact position plenty of times. You raised your elbow, hitting his jaw and getting up just enough to put him in a chokehold.

Another hit to the side nearly made you let him go, but you squeezed harder, trying to find a way to snap his neck despite the mask. The third hit to the side loosened your hold enough for him to get on his feet and slam you back down on the ground. You felt like everything was spinning as he repeated the same motion again. Lifting your entire body up and slamming it back down on the hard floor. By now you were too shaken to even hold onto him.

And then you went flying, right through the glass and onto the pavement.

"Y/N!" that was Tara's voice. Shit. She didn't get far enough.

"Run, you idiot," you wheezed as you rolled over, trying to get on your hands and knees. The police arriving saved your life.

Tara was immediately with you, yet you barely heard her saying your name, you barely felt her worried touch. A single thought went through your mind as the police officers scattered around the perimeter and all you could see was a mask on the store's floor. 'I can't beat him.'

A/N: Scream 6 starts! Nothing to say here. Thank you for reading! Updated on: 30.03.2024.

[pablitogavii]

I have a slightly strange idea, since in Spain it is hot in the summer it has occurred to me that Gavi is with his partner and that if the girl refuses to give him a hug because of the heat and the next day Pablo put the air conditioner on full (so it would be cold) for the girl to hug him. I don't know if you could do something with this

No more excuses!

"Joder! Es demasiado caliente!" you said while you were sitting on the balcony of your and Pablo's shared apartment drinking some cold lemonade trying to answer you emails.

You just had to come back inside but after collecting so much heat from the outside, you were still sweating despite the AC being turned on.

"I'm home amor!" Pablo walked in with Ale returning from the daily run. You were still confused how he could run during weather like this! That's an athlete for you haha!

He reached to hug you but you pulled back asking him to shower and he groaned giving his friend his car keys and he left before Pablo went to the bathroom to shower.

You really could care less if he was sweaty and smelly but you were just way too hot to hug anybody right now! You just needed to cool down for a few minutes.

You were sitting on the couch reading emails when he came back wanting to pull you to cuddle but you pulled back again.

"Are you mad at me or something amor?" he asked and you shook your head groaning that you were still too hot to even think straight.

"No cariño..I'm just hot!" you say closing the lap top and leaving to take a cold shower yourself hoping that would help. Pablo was left there pouting and watching some random game wishing you would just let him hug you anyways!

Even during the night, you refused to get too close sleeping in your panties and his old shirt still feeling so freaking hot. This summer was really a killer in Barcelona!

Since you knew you both needed physical contact to fall asleep you still held his hand but that's all the contact Pablo got and that wasn't what he wanted!

When he woke up the next morning, he rushed to lower the temperature so much so that you were woken up with a goosebumps all over your skin.

"Joder!" he heard rushing into the bedroom with a smug on his face while you were freaking out looking yourself fin the mirror.

"What's wrong mi amor??" he asked and you turned around with a worried face making him furrow his eyebrows.

"I think I am entering menopause amor! I was so hot yesterday and I'm too cold right now..and what if I can't have kids anymore!?" you were mumbling until Pablo bursted out in laughter.

"That's not funny cabrón! I wanted to be a mom!" you hit his shoulder quite hard but of course it didn't hurt at all and he grabbed your body pulling you close.

"And you will be in the future princesa.." he smirked and you rolled your eyes not thinking this was the time for him to be dirty.

"You're barely 20 years old amorcito, you're not entering menopause..I lowered the temperature in the apartment" he explained and you quickly calmed down now laughing at yourself realizing how absurd your conclusion was.

"Shut up! I was so scared! Cabrón! Why did you lower the temperature so much!?" you say and he chuckled kissing your head and pulling you even closer so that your hands were resting on his strong chest.

"So that you can hug me finally! And cuddle me! And sleep in my arms! I miss you amor!" he pouts and you giggle leaning in and kissing his lips lovingly giving him the biggest hug possible.

"Awe cariño..tu eres tan precioso!" you coo and he blushes while still hugging you refusing to let go.

"Menopause? Really amor!?" he teases and you both burst out in laugher while being in each other's embrace.

[specterllaw]

Mommy or Ma'am? - Mike Ross x Reader / Older Brother Harvey

Summary: After a hospital scare, Mike is put on babysitting duty, which quickly turns into a fun morning for you both

Warnings: SMUT, Switch! reader Switch! Mike

Harvey knew getting Jessica to hire you was a bad idea, he thought he could fully trust you though. You were twenty two it was your first real job, even it was just making copies for everybody in the office when needed.

I was going smoothly for awhile until Monday Morning rolled around, Y/n was on edge because not only did she have tests coming up but she also had sports, work, and helping her older brother Harvey keep his penthouse and office clean and neat. She felt like she was losing it, so whenever she was woken up at 6AM to go to the office she wanted to start crying, she hadn't even been to bed really, only falling asleep twenty minutes before Harvey even woke her up.

You were stuck in the copier room, taking stacks of papers from different associates, and partners and just coping them over and over again. It was working smoothly until you dozed off coping papers and mixed up the order of them, now realizing you messed up very important documents your breathing started to shallow. You heart rate was speeding up and you started to feel dizzy and hot, holding onto the table next to the copier tightly you heard somebody's rushed footsteps approach you all before your eye sight went black. "Woah woah woah" Mike said taking in your unusual state holding you up quickly as your body went limp "Louis! Rachel!" He yelled trying to shake you lightly "C'mon Y/n, wake up" He whispered nervously, not knowing what was going on with you, as he saw Louis walking up to the door he took a breath of relief "Stay here with her, I'm gonna call an ambulance and go get Harvey" Mike said urgently, gently laying you on the ground, using his suit jacket as a cushion under your head, waiting until Louis knelt next to you to try and wake you before rushing through the firm "Donna! call 911! now" He said checking Harvey's office only to see it empty "Mike! Calm down what's going on?" Donna asked worried standing up and resting a hand on his chest "I walked in to get copies from y/n and as soon as I walked in, she fell to the ground- where's Harvey?" He asked quickly before rushing to Jessica's office seeing Harvey sitting in front of her desk. "What do you need, Ross? We're having a very important-" Mike cut Jessica off quickly, and rudely. "Y/n passed out, I don't what happened" He whispered, Harvey looked at Jessica and then Mike "Damnit" he huffed standing up quickly rushing to the copier room right as paramedics were coming up from the elevator and rushing to the same room as him.

Whenever you woke up seeing your room empty made your heart hurt, not even Mike showed up to check on you? What even happened? Right before you could decide on what happened you hear the door latch and in rushes Mike and Harvey fighting on who gets in the room first. "Y/n" Harvey sighed sitting on the side on your bed "Don't ever do whatever you did again" He demanded, thinking he was talking about you messing up the copies and files you started to tear up "I-I'm sorry" You whimpered, terrified you might get fired for all of this "For what? I mean..Whenever you feel worked up..come find me..I understand more than you know, y/n/n" he whispered running a hand over your hair to smooth it out "I get panic attacks too...instead of...blacking out..I puke"He whispered, you studied his face, that explained all the mornings before his trials he'd get sick. "Same goes for you then..come find me" You whispered to him grabbing his hand squeezing it "So what happened?" You added on tilting your head "Exhaustion, y/n" Harvey said sternly "Which means, you're taking the next two days off, to rest, recharge" He said turning his head as Mike coughed awkwardly. "Okay kid, I'll let you speak, but I swear if you try anything with my sister I will kill you" Harvey stated seriously and confidently "Okay okay" Mike grumbled raising his hands up in the air before taking Harvey's seat, Harvey taking a step out into the hallway to call Jessica.

"Mr. Ross" You mumbled, you still felt a little sleepy from whatever they gave you but you were desperate to wake up "Ms. Specter" He quipped back running his hands down his pants legs. "You okay, Mike?" You asked softly sitting up to rest a hand on his shoulder "Y/n..I like you" He whispered "More than a friend, more than a co-worker, and I wanna like you as my girlfriend..but I don't want your brother to kill you" Mike added on resting a hand on yours "How long have you felt like this Mike?" You whispered using your other hand to cup his cheek "Weeks.....You're just..so kind and sassy, and the way you give Harvey shit is just...the proud look you have on your face after you make him speechless is adorable" He rambled "I would have you make copies of random words I had typed up just to see you..that's what I was on my way to do whenever I came into the copier room and found you leaning on the table about to fall.." Mike rambled even farther before you giggled and kissed him deeply

"Can you not shut the hell up Mike?" You mumbled against his lips as he resting a hand on yours, jumping away whenever he heard the door open "Excuse me!" Harvey yelled looking at you both "Care to explain yourselves, children?" He asked crossing his arms like a mother.

You were surprised to see Harvey agree to let Mike stay over, he claimed it was just to 'help you sleep, like you claimed' but you felt like he preferred you not to be home. As you walked into your room you smiled as Mike who was already ready for bed, striped to nothing but his boxers, truth was you and Mike had slept together, a couple of times, you both had agreed it was strictly friends with benefits until just yesterday at the hospital. "Ready for me to help you sleep?" Mike quoted playfully "Yes sir" You giggled climbing onto the bed, straddling Mike's lap as you looked down at him "Ah ah, Princess needs to rest, let me do all the work, baby" he whispered before using his hips and body force to flip you two over to where he was hovering over you.

"Look. At. Me" Mike demanded, you were on your third orgasm now, Harvey was long gone at work now and Mike was spending the day inside of with you, specifically taking turns making each other cum, but now Mike had taken it into his own hands to make you forget your own name, and you were 10000% okay with that. You felt Mike's hand grab your chin forcefully having you look up "I said look at me." He growled as he kept grinding his hips, his dick still buried six and a half inches deep inside of you, you moaned loudly leaning your head further back into the pillows, biting your lip as you made eye contact with Mike, whining and moaning loudly again. You couldn't help it, between his shiny lips from going down on you, to the messy ass hair from you pulling on it, or making the sex drunk look with the lazy smirk as his face as he fucked you into oblivion. "F-Fuck Mike!" You whimpered as he spit forcefully down where his cock entered inside of you before rubbing your clit with two fingers. You couldn't take it, you wanted to scream but you knew your brother would get a noise complaint and he'd know what you two were doing, home alone.

"My slut can take it" Mike whispered in your ear as he wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly as he started to thrust his hips alot faster than he previously was "Fuck fuck fuck Mike!" You screamed trying to close your legs but Mike just held them back open, continuing the sweet abuse on your clit, you could feel yourself getting close to the breaking point of cumming again and you knew Mike didn't care. You gasped loudly arching your back as he started fucking you alot faster, the hand around your throat tightening and it just added to your pleasure. "Cum, slut" Mike growled, not letting his hips falter its pace as he watched you cum, the way your face scrunched up, or the way your pussy squeezed around his cock as tight as possible, or maybe it was the fact you were screaming his name while leaving scratch marks all down his back but whatever it was, he wanted to remember it forever. You started to whimper, his cock moving inside of you beginning to become way too much for you to handle "Hold on baby..Use your words, you know what to say to stop, Daddy's so close though" Mike panted as he kept fucking you, his little whimpers were enough to get you wet yet again, but this time it sparked an idea. Once Mike started to pull out you glared at him, giving him a look that says 'you'll regret that' "Keep fucking me, baby" You whispered grabbing his boxer waist band that was tugged down below his cock, using it to pull him back closer, and his cock back deeper inside of you "Keep fucking mommy" You moaned arching your back, Mike whined before rolling onto his back pulling you ontop of him "Fuck keep talking please, you're so fucking hot" He moaned grinding his hips up "So Mike Ross is also a bottom?" You gasped playfully before holding his hips down "In that case, hips down, slut" You demanded before starting to grind and bounce your hips slowly on his lap, moving his cock in and out of you at a slow pace, making Mike try and sit up quickly, once he realized that wasn't happening he attempted to try and speed up your pace by thrusting his hips up but you just grabbed his hair and tugged it back, using the opportunity to leave hickeys down his neck. "F-Fuck Ma'am" Mike whined sitting up holding you close to him before taking one of your nipples in his mouth, swiping his tongue over it along with gently nipping at it, all making you increase the speed you were going. Mike was a whining wiggling mess, desperate to fuck you again and get his pleasure, he hadn't been a bottom since high school when he fucked the popular girl so this was extremely extremely hot for him.

"You wanna fuck me, baby?" You whispered in his ear dragging your nails down his back "Yes. yes yes yes Mommy, ma'am, yes, whatever you want me to call you just please let me fuck you, I wanna make you cum again" He whined trying to move his hips up against you as you lifted your hips up so it was just the tip inside of you. "Then take whats yours, Mike.." You whispered before kissing him deeply, he flipped you again, fucking you alot more erratic and harder, slamming into your pussy like it was the last time he'd ever fuck anybody. "Fuck!" You both shouted, yours more of a moan while Mike's was a full whine. You gasped feeling him cum inside of you, something you weren't expecting considering he had a condom, you couldn't think too much about it as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach snap as you came for the fifth or sixth time that morning.

As Mike pulled out you watched him stare down in horror and shock "Y/n..The condom broke.." He mumbled looking towards you as you were laying down trying to catch your breath.

[akillerbeforeyou]

Anything.

(Kai Anderson x fem!reader)

Authors note: Heyy! This is my first time writing for Kai (and writing on Tumblr in general) so please feel free to tell me how you feel about it! It will be a two-parter (smut in the second part) because I'm lazy and didn't feel like writing more. Also, this is barely proofread.

Also! This fic is heavily inspired by a Kai bot from @fear-is-truth I wouldn't have had the motivation to start writing again if it wasn't for that bot so thank you!

Word count: around 1k

Content warning: implied sexual content, implied violence, that's pretty much it for now.

read part two here

It was my fault. I had fucked up, big time. 

From the very beginning, Kai had taken a liking to me. I've always been good at following rules to a tee with little to no hesitation. So naturally, I became one of Kai's favorites. When the role of his devoted girlfriend was first assigned to me, I assumed it was just that- a role to play- just another tactic to sway the voters in favor of him. I mean, who doesn't love a candidate with family-oriented values? it would be a way to humanize him and soften his image to the public. and who better to play the part than the one woman who had been willing to walk to the end of the world for him since the very get-go? Over time, I realized our relationship was more than just a facet of his public persona. I genuinely cared about him- and in his way, he felt the same. He would ask something of me, and I would do it. Never once since joining the cause did I feel threatened by him. Until now. 

I woke up confused, not remembering having laid down in the first place. As my vision cleared, I recognized the basement, dimly lit and empty. The grogginess I had originally woken up to started to fade as I looked down to find I had been completely tied down in the chair I was seated in. That's when I reminded myself of the previous 'mission' I had gone on with the rest of FIT where we had to retreat early to avoid getting caught after I had been the one to draw too much attention to the group. 

Fuck. Kai wasn't anywhere in sight, but I could feel his presence. I had been by his side since day one and I knew all too well how this would end. The sound of his footsteps broke the silence in the room, followed closely by his voice. 

"Now. What am I going to do with you?" I could feel his hot breath tickling the back of my neck as he leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Divine Ruler. I'm sorry. I really am." I did my best to get out full sentences but every few words I was interrupted by involuntary sniffles. "Good girls don't fail their leaders. I thought you'd learned that by now.." he paused, and I held my breath as I remembered the multiple occasions I had watched others being brutalized for mistakes smaller than the one I had just made. "You know I have to punish you, right? It wouldn't be right for you to get away with screwing up this big." he circled me as I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears and completely unable to respond. "Say something, little lamb." he paused before feigning concern "Aw, are you scared? is that it?" I looked up and nodded my head. "Well, you should be. I'm furious with you. and you know what I'm like when I'm furious at someone." my heart pounded in my chest as I scrambled to find the right words to say- if that was at all possible. "Please Kai-" I stop myself midway through using his name, knowing that will only further my punishment "-Divine Ruler, I'm so sorry I am. you know I would never purposely sabotage you, sir" I say as my lips tremble and hot tears begin to stream down my face. He leans in, impossibly close to me before continuing to speak. "How cute. Look at how much you're crying for me when I haven't even hurt you- yet." "Yet..?" I stutter watching a sadistic grin spread across his face. "That's right, little lamb. I haven't decided how I'm going to punish you yet, but there'll be a punishment, I can assure you that much." Another moment of silence as I try and think of some sort of response- to no avail, of course. "Perhaps it's time I really whipped you into shape, little lamb. Maybe then you'll learn how to behave properly like a good little girl would." His tone is cruel and sharp enough to cut glass. I inhaled deeply "Please- Divine Ruler don't you think there isn't any need for that" I looked up at him with doe eyes "I've never failed you before sir it won't happen again- don't I deserve to be let off with a warning" Normally, talking to Kai like this would be a sure-fire way to end up being thrown in a ditch- but I knew deep down he'd be somewhat more lenient with me than the others, considering our relationship. "Oh, you think you deserve to be let off with a warning? Why's that? Because you're my special little lamb, and you've been a good girl up until now?" he pauses with a light chuckle to himself "Well, I'm in a bad mood now, Y/N, so I don't really care what you deserve. I want to punish you, and no amount of pleading and weeping is going to change my mind." he said, with eyes as cold as ice and words as harsh as nails. "I've been such a good girl" I plead with both my tone as well as my eyes "Please baby, I love you" the second sentence I speak in a whisper, knowing Kai would either react extremely negatively to me calling him baby or extremely positively, but no in between. 

To anyone else, it would seem as if he did not react- but I could see his face soften as he soaked in my pleas. He would never admit it, but he liked it when I called him baby. And he liked it even more when I was begging and at his mercy. 

"Baby" my voice quivers as I look up at the man I adore- as well as fear. Kai's expression softens some more, and the cruelty in his eyes has almost completely faded.

"Again."

I take a deep breath of air and try my best to smile sweetly through the tears "Baby, every single thing I do is for you. for us. please" I watch as Kai's breathing becomes heavier. his mouth curls up into an almost predatory smile as he hears my words. "That was perfect," he says, caressing my cheek. I lean into his touch as his thumb circles over my cheekbone. His gaze remains locked on mine, filled with something seeming more like affection than hatred. He continues in a gentler tone "You are my good girl, aren't you?" 

"Of course I am. I would do anything for you." I watch as his grin returns, less sinister and a lot more warm. As fucked up and unhealthy as it was, there isn't anything that turns Kai on more than devotion. 

"Anything?"  

"Anything."

"Good girl," Kai says sweetly as if he had completely forgotten about his earlier anger

"You know what I want from you now, don't you, my little lamb?" I bite my lip, mascara stains my face "Just say the word, and I'll do whatever you want" "Hm... I could still punish you, couldn't I? You failed me when I needed you most.... you've got to atone for that somehow, don't you?" my stomach flips as he leans in even closer to me. "But... maybe I can forgive this time. I am feeling particularly generous today, after all. I've got a better idea."

"Thank you, divine ruler. you really are good to me. please tell me, what idea are you talking about sir" I ask in my softest tone, letting Kai take the rails. "Don't play dumb with me, sweetheart... you know very well what I'm talking about." he draws his hand even lower, moving it up my thigh, slowly inching upward. I throw my head back and hiss slightly as his hand trails up my thigh, a shock of pleasure courses through my body at the small contact he makes. "I'll do whatever you want. I live to serve you. Just please- untie me from the chair, baby" Kai takes a moment to think to himself before he begins unties to me. As the bonds are undone, I can feel the blood rush to my limbs once more, relief washing over me after what seemed like an eternity of suffering.

 "Good girl. Now... get on your knees."

Feel free to give me constructive criticism! I am also thinking of starting a taglist so let me know if you want to be tagged in part two/future fics. Thanks!

[misshoneyimhome]

I know we’ve only done present day Willy fics and it’s totally okay if it’s not your cup of tea but these hospital pics have me thinking about how soft Willy would be with your kiddos at Christmas! My sibling and I would always make my mum and dad sit, make them paper tickets and serve hot chocolate to them as we watched the Polar Express like we were lil conductors and I can do imagine his lil blonde babies doing the exact same thing and he’s just so soft and excited that you two created such adorable toddlers and they’re at the age where the holiday starts to get really fun🥹

Not my cup of tea? 😍 Darling, that man triggers my desire for a baby even from over 3,500 miles away 🙈 one family Christmas scenario coming up ❤️

[So, let’s envision this scenario taking place in about five years; and also as a way for me to manifest that William stays in Toronto 🙏🏻]

I hope it's alright that I incorporated a bit of your childhood memory because oh my goodness, I wish my brother and I had done that too 😱 It's so sweet! Yet, I've also intertwined it with one of my own most cherished memories; and I hope it somewhat resembles what you had in mind ❤️

・✶ ｡ﾟ

Have yourself a merry little Christmas...

“Mooom, Daaaaad!” a kid's voice rang out through the condo. "Wake up!"

You stirred slightly as the young boy's shouts slowly roused you from sleep.

“Hey, your son's awake,” you murmured softly with a gentle grin, nudging the man lying next to you. But he simply grunted deeply, still facing the other way and buried in the pillow.

“Mom! Dad!”

"Ugh," he let out another deep, sleepy groan. “I'm sleeping, so he's all yours…”

You blinked your eyes open, chuckling lightly at William's unshakeable sleepiness. Leaning over, you planted a soft kiss on his neck.

“Looks like our boys need us, love,” you tried to rouse him, but only deep, rumbling sounds came from the large man.

So, with another light chuckle, you rolled over, got up, and dressed in your most comfortable loungewear before heading to the kitchen.

“Wow, what's happened here?” you exclaimed with a big smile as you entered the kitchen/dining area.

"We made you breakfast, Mum!" exclaimed Eliot with so much pride. "Look! It's our favourites: chocolate crunch and oats."

It was incredibly heart-warming. Your two sons had woken up earlier than you and your husband, William Nylander, on this December Sunday morning, when William didn't have any training or a match in the evening.

"We did it almost like you do," Lucas chimed in, also brimming with excitement, and you had to fight back the urge to get teary-eyed.

On the large mahogany dining table, draped with a red Christmas cloth, the boys had raided nearly every cupboard in the kitchen - biscuits, bread, oats, chocolate crumbles, Nutella, jam - then continued to raide the fridge for butter, milk, and other breakfast essentials. They'd even set out plates, cutlery, glasses, and mugs, just like you typically did on family mornings.

And you could see they'd attempted to make coffee but had given up halfway through. Not that it mattered; their effort alone was enough to melt your heart.

"Oh, boys! This is so wonderful - I can't believe you've done all of this," you said, pulling the two young ones into a tight hug, embracing them both.

"Come on, Mum!" protested Eliot, eager to continue with his morning plans.

"Right, why don't you both go and give dad a surprise jump? I'll wrap things up here," you proposed with a wide smile, prompting them to dash into the bedroom and wake up William.

As you brewed the coffee they had attempted to make, you couldn't help but feel a rush of joy thinking about your amazing family. And taking advantage of the moment, you decided to whip up some scrambled eggs, a dish you knew they all loved.

**

Elliot, nearly six years old, was your eldest. He was a spitting image of William, from his blond hair and blue eyes to his well-defined nose and build. His laughter echoed that of your husband's, and that mischievous grin appeared to be a direct copy paste of his. Even William's love for food seemed to have been passed on to Elliot.

Eliot had also been a little unexpected. Sure, you and William knew what could happen when you’d have sex without any form of protection, but you hadn’t expected for anything to happen so quickly.

The idea of having children had been a topic in your relationship for some time back then, and after being together for almost three years, both of you felt it was a good time to start trying. While you had always considered children as an option, you weren't always certain about William's stance on parenting. Coming from a large family, he was naturally surrounded by discussions about children at family gatherings, yet given his boyish and charming nature, you weren't sure if he truly saw himself in a parental role.

However, something changed after a round of playoffs, where the Leafs nearly clinched victory in the second round. William had observed the many families within his team, witnessing how family members lifted the spirits of his teammates after the loss. He noticed the pure joy that radiated from them upon seeing their children, and just like that something had sparked within him.

Although your captivating smile and laughter were undeniably the most wonderful things for him, something deeper started to stir within the forward. A small urge to see you carrying his child emerged, along with a vision of the two of you with little versions of yourselves.

Consequently, during the following off-season, William brought up the topic, and you eagerly agreed to slowly start trying. However, it seemed that his strong genes and highly active sperm weren't interested in taking things slow, as by the beginning of the new season, you announced your very first pregnancy.

And then there's Lucas. He's more of a mommy's boy, incredibly sweet and almost innocent, always eager to lend a hand. And despite having just turned three, he showed a remarkable level of maturity for his age.

Elliot was undoubtedly his favourite role model, besides William, of course. However, he had his own unique qualities that set him apart from your other boys, although hockey remained a common passion among all of them. Whether it was watching daddy train or play at the rink, engaging in mini stick games, or watching a match at home, they were deeply involved whenever the sport was involved.

Yet, Lucas also harboured a love for drawing and enjoyed assisting you with cooking. He relished being around when you were cleaning and was content entertaining himself if you were occupied with something else.

In general, both boys were remarkable. Despite the typical sleep disruptions from cries and illnesses, they were relatively hassle-free. Right from their infancy, they seemed to inherit William's talent for sleeping and your family's collective love for food.

And you wholeheartedly loved cooking for your boys. They appreciated everything you made and devoured meals as if there was no tomorrow. Except on Mother's Day, when, if possible, William would take charge of the kitchen to prepare something special or opt for takeout. But the important thing was, you weren't the one cooking. 

And neither were you this morning.

Eliot had expertly guided his younger brother in setting the table like he remembered you always did, along with their homemade Christmas decorations. It was nothing short of perfection.

**

"Mommy, daddy's finally here!" Lucas hollered as the two boys practically dragged William out of the bedroom and towards the table.

"Took you long enough," you chuckled lightly, earning a soft smile from your man, dressed in his comfortable blue and white checkered pyjamas and a loose white t-shirt. His hair was a tousled mess, resembling a lion's mane, and his eyes betrayed the lingering tiredness. To be fair, he'd arrived home late last night due to an away game, and today you were just grateful that there were no hockey commitments. Today was all about cosying up together as a family and truly celebrating Christmas.

William, naturally, leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Morning, babe," he greeted with a drowsy smile.

The four of you then settled into your usual spots: you across from William, with Eliot beside him and Lucas seated next to you.

"Now, what do we say?" You grinned at your sons.

"God aptit!" the two boys chimed simultaneously, before you all delved into the delicious bread and whatever else the boys had discovered in the kitchen cupboards.

It was a simple yet delightful meal.

William's face also lit up as he savoured the food his sons had prepared, and his sleepiness seemed to fade away as Eliot started chatting away, as he always did.

And as you all neared the end of the first course of the day, Eliot suddenly brimmed with excitement.

"Wait, there's more!"

"More? How can there be more, darling?" you chuckled, exchanging glances with William, both intrigued by the young boys' behaviour.

"Come on, Luke," the eldest instructed, leading them hand in hand towards Eliot's room. And when they returned, they held something behind their backs, sporting mischievous grins across their small faces.

You and William couldn't help but smile as you watched your sons beam with joy. They took deep breaths, almost acting shy, and the anticipation in the air was palpable.

"We've made you something..."

"I helped Eliot!" Lucas nearly shouted.

"And what's that?" William laughed, encouraging the boys to come closer to each of you and unveil the little piece of paper they held in their tiny hands.

"You've made these?" You smiled, seeing their excitement as they nodded in affirmation.

"We made them in kindergarten," Eliot explained.

The tiny piece of paper was covered in glitter, with the letters T E K K E T written somewhat crookedly in what seemed to be a child's handwriting.

"Baby, did you write this?" You asked, slightly surprised that your five-year-old had been practicing his writing.

"Yes, Miss Turner helped us spell."

"That's amazing, Eliot. I'm so proud of you," you beamed.

William's reaction mirrored yours in heartfelt pride.

"But then the big question is... what are tickets for?" he inquired curiously, prompting the boys to exchange quick glances before looking back at you and your husband.

"It's for the fort!" Lucas exclaimed with excitement.

"Oh, so you've built a fort?" you asked with a light chuckle, noticing no fort in the living room.

"Well..." Eliot hesitated for a moment as if trying to articulate his idea. "We thought that we can build it – together," he suddenly blurted out, throwing his arms in the air. "For when we watch the Christmas movies."

It was a tradition you had established in your family. Whenever you had a family day together in December, watching Christmas movies was a must. Well, the tradition might have expanded to other days outside the holiday season, but it all began here.

"Well, I'm sure daddy would love to build the fort with you then," you grinned at William, who chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"No, Mum, you need to help too," Lucas insisted.

"How about you strong boys build the greatest fort ever seen – and then I'll cook up some delicious snacks for when we snuggle up? How does that sound?"

"YEAH!" the boys exclaimed before darting off to gather pillows and blankets to throw onto the sofa.

"They're all yours," you smiled at William, knowing he was the ultimate fort builder in the household.

And soon, the condo resonated with cheers. You put on some Christmas tunes while clearing the table, and the boys began their creative fort construction.

Meanwhile, you started gathering an assortment of snacks from your kitchen. Considering William's diverse eating habits – especially his penchant for candies brought back from Sweden – you prepared a snack board comprising various Canadian candies, the best Swedish treats, alongside nuts, fruits, and, of course, popcorn to mix things up a bit.

Christmas ambience filled the air of your home, creating a perfect day brimming with laughter and joy. And after a while, you once again heard the boys' excited shouts.

"We're done!" Eliot's voice echoed from the living room area. Looking up, you saw the little boys, along with their dad, had fashioned a beautiful architectural marvel from an assortment of pillows, blankets, duvets, and whatever else they could find.

"Wow, I can't wait to use my ticket to see how it looks on the inside," you exclaimed joyfully, joining the guys by the sofa as you carried the snack board.

"Looks like you've been quite creative yourself," William chuckled, admiring the variety of foods before pulling you in for a tender kiss.

"Ew..." Eliot teased, before the boys eagerly snuggled in under the tent made from a large bedsheet serving as the roof.

With laughter, you and William then presented your "tickets" to the boys to enter the fort along with the two family dogs. You couldn't help but praise the cosy space they'd created. They'd even taken some of your decorative fake candle lights and placed them inside. 

And then, firstly, you began playing the timeless classic...

"The Polar Express" was naturally the first film to watch. The boys adored it, and truth be told, so did you and William.

After several much-needed bathroom breaks, the boys selected the next movie: William's favourite, "The Grinch."

Though it might have been slightly more serious than what you'd typically show boys their age, you caved in because of their genuine love for it.

By the end of the second film, you had all snuggled up entirely, slowly dozing off for a nap. And so, you did.

What felt like a brief moment later, you suddenly awoke and nudged William, prompting the boys to gradually return to reality.

"Hey, boys, let's step out and have a quick round of real food," you softly suggested.

"But I'm not hungry," Eliot whined.

"I know, sweetheart, but you need real food in your tummy after all those snacks," you chuckled lightly.

"Alright."

Once everyone had finished a plate of leftovers, you were back in the fort with mugs filled with hot chocolate.

"Alright, what movie now?" William asked, ready for the next choice.

"When are we going to watch hockey?" Eliot asked, hopeful.

"Nope, no hockey today, Eliot - mom's orders," William chuckled, aware he had to disappoint his son, which made Eliot pout.

"But Uncle Alex is playing today," the boy whined, casting his best puppy-dog eyes towards you, knowing you might sway.

"Alright," you sighed softly. "But I believe we can manage one more movie before Uncle's match, huh?" you suggested, earning excited nods from the family.

And soon, everyone was engrossed in the following film, “Home Alone”, as William held you closely, speaking softly into your ear.

"I didn't think we could watch hockey today," he playfully remarked.

"Well, with all these snacks we've had today, I'm sure these boys won't even be awake for puck drop," you cheekily responded, turning your head slightly to meet your wonderful husband's eyes.

"Sneaky," he chuckled, before planting a kiss on your lips, pulling you a bit closer before easing back. "You're such an incredible mom, you know that, right?" He spoke softly, lightly stroking your chin with his thumb.

"And you're an incredible father," you timidly whispered. But William shook his head gently.

"I haven't even done half of what you've done with these boys - the way you're always there for them, handling every situation when I'm not around..."

You could tell this was something that often weighed on William's mind. But you also both knew this was the lifestyle you had chosen. He was the professional hockey player with season-long road trips, while you dedicated yourself to your family when not at work.

"And I've cherished every single minute of it... Sure, it's been tough. And, of course, I prefer it when you're home with us. But Willy... you're an amazing dad. You're always there for the boys - never doubt that" you reassured him, sensing a slight relaxation in his muscles in response to your words.

And so, with another sweet and tender kiss shared, you both returned to the movie, enjoying the warmth of your family time together.

As predicted, your two sons were fast asleep by the time the credits rolled across the screen. So, you and William then switched the TV to the local sports channel to catch Alex playing tonight's home match.

Despite dedicating the day to a Christmas-filled family time, you also held a soft spot for the sport, and naturally, you wanted to watch your brother-in-law play.

However, during the first period, your attention was swiftly diverted by William, who appeared to have shifted his focus from the game to you.

"What?" you chuckled lightly, catching his gaze.

"Nothing," he replied casually, but you weren't convinced. He had that mischievous look in his eyes that hinted at trouble. "You're just so beautiful."

Ah, he definitely had something on his mind.

Your eyes darted from side to side, noticing his widening grin and his attempts to divert his gaze momentarily towards the boys before returning to you.

"Oh no..." you chuckled again.

"What? No, what?" he innocently protested.

"Don't give me that look."

"What look?"

"You know – last time that happened, something happened," your eyes flickered toward Lucas, sound asleep by your legs, hinting that William's expression meant more than just a naughty thought.

"Well, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing, would it?"

William had always valued family deeply. He adored his own immensely, and even when he was single, although he might not have envisioned having children, secretly, he hoped for it.

Sure, to everyone else, he was the laid-back, confident, cheeky guy with impressive hockey skills. But there were many sides to him, and one of those harboured a longing for a family.

Then, when you entered his life, it suddenly felt like a real possibility. Your mature and caring nature took him by surprise, and he fell harder for you than he ever imagined. So, after spending time in a committed relationship, navigating its highs and lows, the idea of creating a true family became a tangible goal for him.

In a way, he felt like a whole new person, although he didn’t change all that much despite becoming a little bit more mature. But it was all so right to him. You were the one he’d want to have by his side for the rest of his life, so after your first son was born, he’d quickly taken the next stepped and locked you down with a ring on that beautiful finger. Letting the world know you belonged to him.

"You're sure you want to try for another one?" you chuckled, your eyes scanning his face.

"Yeah... baby, I'd want a lot more if I could have it my way," he grinned back.

"Easy for you to say," you teased. "You're not the one carrying them around for nine months before having to squeeze them out of your tiny vagina..."

William couldn't help but find your little outburst amusing, though he knew you were right. You were both in agreement about this, so he understood he couldn't demand too much from you.

"No, you're kind of the expert in that area."

"Hmm..." You pondered his words, snuggling a bit more into his warm body. "Perhaps... we could try for another," you gently smiled. "Maybe we'll even manage to create a girl this time."

"I thought you loved having boys."

"Yeah, well, having now experienced all this testosterone running around all the time, I wouldn't mind a little girlyness as well."

"Hmm... well then I guess we'll just have to practice real hard to make the perfect little baby girl," William nudged into the crook of your neck, placing gentle kisses.

"Oh yeah, I think we'll have to put in some extra work for this one," you softly breathed out, letting his tender touch take over. 

And before you knew it, you both agreed on carrying each boy into their respective rooms, tucking them nicely in, before leaving the kitchen and living room in the Christmas mess is was, and spend the evening making love in hope for another member to your little family. 

[b0g-b0y]

Silent sorrows

This isn't exactly what you wanted but I hope you still like it! Requested @xweirdo101x

Depression is a key factor in this.

Sorry, I feel like this is really short...

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Simon's dark brown eyes held their gaze on his friend next to him, they looked tired.

Simon's gaze moved to the paper that his friend Y/n was shooting at not too long ago. The holes in the paper weren't centered but scattered. “ Your aim is going to shit…” Ghost said with his gruff voice. “ I know,” Y/n said as he got ready to shoot again. “ Think you need rest think you need it.” Ghost said as he watched his friend put down his gun to look at Ghost. Y/n gave a small smirk. “That's your way of telling me I look like shit?” Y/n asked. “ Bloody hell, Y/n if you looked like absolute dog shit I’d say so,” Ghost responded.

With a small sigh, Y/n left the shooting range he didn't need Ghost analyzing him well he worked. God, he wanted a drink.

Yeah sure Ghost was right Y/n was tired, tired of everything and nothing all at the same time.

Later that night Y/s sat on the side of his bed and held onto an empty pill bottle that he should have refiled a month ago, but he never did. The excuses ran through his head I’ll do it later, I'm too busy, and the pharmacy isn't open right now. All of those were just excuses he made.

He knew it was his fault that he was feeling this depressed again after all, all he needed to do was get a refill.” This is stupid,” Y/n mumbled to himself. He threw the empty pill bottle in the trash across the room and missed the shot as he watched the bright orange bottle roll pathetically on the floor.

It wasn't long before he was lying in bed he couldn't sleep not when he felt so hollow.

The following day Y/n couldn't get out of bed he sent Price a text saying he had food poisoning and probably wouldn't be able to work for today. Who knows what excuse he’d use next…

A quick reply from Price reading, get some rest and feel better soon.

Y/n put his phone down and sat up he felt sweaty and gross hell, just looking around at his room made him feel gross. The bedsheets haven't been in months, empty bottles of different drinks filled most of his trash can. Empty cups sat on his desk, his clothes barely in the laundry basket. His room was a big violation compared to the standard, if Price saw this he’d truly be upset but Ghost would be the one most unhappy.

Y/n and ghost were good friends, maybe on the verge of something more.

Something more would never happen in Y/n's eyes. Ghost has been thought a lot, the last thing he could picture is Ghost in a relationship with anyone.

Y/n and Ghost both had their problems but maybe that’s what made them feel so close.

Even as Y/n sat looking at his room his head was filled with not only his disappointment, but the disappointment he knew Ghost would hold for him.

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It didn’t take Ghost too long to notice the difference. Eventually Ghost found his way in the room y/n stayed in.

Ghosts large hand slowly rubbing y/ns back, scaring him slightly being woken up like that.” Hey Y/n, how are you feeling?” Ghost asked. As y/n replied with a small hum. “ Y/n need you fully with me, wake up fully “ Ghost said as softly as he could with someone with such a deep voice.

A few minutes later the two of them sat next to each other. “ Y/n you aren’t doing too hot are yeah. Don’t talk, just listen to me mate. I know you haven’t been taking your meds. I know sometimes you think you’re doing fine and then you stop taking your meds because you think you’re fine. But you need them… I need you, don’t want to lose you Y/n I know what it’s like to be fucked up. Call me selfish but i don’t want want to watch you getting fucked up too…” Ghost said. “ I know Ghost I know… it just gets hard sometimes and I just thought… I don't know what I thought.” Y/n said in defeat.” Doesn’t matter what matters is that you start taking care of yourself the best you can Y/n, we can work through it together yeah… we can work on getting through problems together.” Ghost said.

The two of them sat in silence just enjoying each other’s company. Knowing that they would be there for each other, in anyway they could no matter what type of dance they would have to play.

[themultifandomgal]

Hi I really love your work and was thinking if you could write a jay halstead x read where he’s sleeping and she’s supposed to be sleeping but instead she’s playing on her phone and then it dies so she starts to cry cuz she’s on her week and he wakes up fines the whole thing adorable and gives her his phone if’s that’s not something you can do I understand but thank you

Jay Halstead- Can’t Sleep

Thank you for the request. I hope you like it!

Periods suck. Not only do I have horrendous cramps, but I can't sleep because of them. I look over at my husband, Jay, who is fast asleep, slightly snoring. He's basically bragging that he's asleep and I'm not, but he works hard so I want to let him sleep. Luckily my job means I can choose my hours and I can work from home. I pick up my phone from the bedside table and first check Facebook, boring, Twitter, boring, Instagram, nope nothing on there. Sighing I go on to the internet and start looking at clothes, shoes, bags, anything really.

In no time at all I end up with over $100 worth of clothes in my basket, oops.

After spending to much money, I go onto my word app to continue writing my book. I'm half way through a chapter when my phone dies

"No" I whisper "no" I groan throwing my head back. Tears prick my eyes. I know I have auto save on but I was on a role and I'm still not tired. I sniffle as I try to stay quiet, but Jay starts to stir

"Baby? What's wrong?" he voice rough from just waking up

"It's stupid" I pout as Jay sits up

"Never stupid, talk to me"

"Well I can't sleep, my tummy hurts and now my phones died. I was half way through the 6th chapter and I was on a roll now I can't finish it. My charger is downstairs and I can't be bothered to get out of bed" I cry. I hear Jay chuckle a little then I feel a kiss placed against my forehead

"Your adorable you know"

"So I'm cute because I'm in pain and I might have lost my work"

"No of course that's not my your cute. Here" Jay leans over to his bedside table then hands me his phone "use mine. Log on to your word account and carry on writing"

"But...."

"No buts. I'm not working tomorrow so I won't need it"

"You know your the best husband a woman could dream of"

"And your the best wife. Let's dry those tears shall we" the tears start to fall again not because of my phone dying, but because of how sweet and caring Jay is. I take his phone and download the app I need and log in. Yes, my work saved!

Jay lays back down in bed and placing a hand on my tummy, rubbing it slightly to help ease my cramps

"I hate periods" I mutter

"I know. I'll pop out tomorrow and get you some pain killers and some ice cream"

"Thank you. I love you Jay"

"I love you too"

Only 10 minutes later Jays hand stops rubbing my tummy and his small snores started again. He's fast asleep. I look down at him and smile before continuing my book.

The time is now 3am and I start to feel sleepy. Placing Jays phone down on my side table I snuggle down into the bed and in Jays arms. He shifts a little letting me get comfortable before he places an arm over me, him now being the big spoon. I fall asleep immediately.

The following morning I wake up to an empty bed, it’s still warm though so Jay must have only just woken up. I slowly get out of bed groaning as my period pains already start to hurt. I look at the bedside table and see that both my phone and Jays phone have gone. I make my way down stairs and see Jay sat on the couch on his phone

“Morning baby”

“Morning” I yawn sitting next to him still feeling rather sleepy

“I put your phone on charge and I got the hot water bottle out ready for when you woke up. I’ll run and get some pain killers in a bit

“How did I get so lucky?” Ask generally wondering how a man like Jay exists

“How far did you get with your book?”

“I finished chapter 6 and planned chapter 7”

“I’m proud of you, you know” Jay pulls me into him and we sit like this for a while. Just holding on to one another, feeling nothing but complete love.

[elijahslittleprincess]

Brother Jealousy

Niklaus Mikaelsons x fem reader

Summary: You get worried when you realise that Elijah isn't really home with you the past three days. Since your boyfriend wasn't there you spent time with Niklaus instead and came to realise Elijah might be gone because of him.

You always had your insecurities about your relationship with Elijah. You thought from the second that you started dating that he was way too good for you, that you never really deserved him. Yet, from the first day of your relationship to a week ago now, you never really felt frightened by those insecurity, you never had a real worry concerning Elijah's love and devotion for you.

The two of you, normally were inseparable. Elijah had insisted on staying with you literally all the time when you officially got together and you loved it! It was really comforting to have him all the time close and you never got to miss him or worry about what he was doing because he never left your sight...Well until these past three days. He has started to get more absent and was leaving your side more often. At some point in the week you wondered if you had done something wrong because he was literally never home...You weren't used to this, Elijah was your whole life and you loved him more than the whole world. You needed him, all the time. You craved him like you needed to breath and when he wasn't there, well it felt like a part of you was dying slowly.

It was the third day in a row that Elijah was like this by now and you had no information about why he was acting like this or what he was off doing without you...To say that you were overthinking and imagining every scenario possible would be an understatement. In reality you were petrified.

Your body moved delicately in your shared bed and you tried to keep your emotions in check as your eyes fell on Elijah's empty side. Your shaking hand got to lay down flat on the mattress to see if he had woken up a long time ago but it was still a little bit hot from his body heat, so your heart jumped a bit in your chest. Maybe he was still home~

You felt a sudden rush of energy and enthusiasm spread within you and stood up from the bed rapidly to get dressed. When you were done you hurried to go search for him.

Eli! Eliiii

You received no answer, not a sign of his voice that you loved so much not a touch nothing. Well, nothing from him.

Hello love.

Niklaus voice sounded behind you in the kitchen. You turned around to look at him and a small smile crept on your lips. It wasn't Elijah but you loved Nikki. He always was so sweet and gentle with you. You speed ran to get to him and jumped into his arms.

Luckily for you, Niklaus caught up with your actions fast and catches you into his arms, grabbing you tightly into his arms securely.

Nikki!!

Niklaus smiled sweetly at you and kissed your forehead before gently starting to play with your hair.

Hey sweetheart, did you sleep well?

His presence and affectionate nature with you made your heart melt and you hugged your body closer to his, laying your head on his chest. His question sounded in your mind and you just could muster a little no with a little whimper before signing.

Niklaus frowned at your reaction and took your chin up with his finger to look into your eyes again.

But you always sleep well with Elijah don't you?

You sigh and feel tears trying to escape your eyes. You tried to look away from his eyes again feeling ashamed for being emotional but Niklaus kept hold of your chin and caressed your cheek affectionately with his thumb. A tear falls down your eyes then, followed by another and another. When you spoke up your voice sounded broken and sad.

I...I do but...I'm losing him Nikki he doesn't want me anymore. Eli he...he keeps leaving me and comes back late at night and I don't even know when he sleeps with me or not anymore~

You finished now sobbing in Niklaus arms and you tried to breath normally but it seemed to be a hard task.

Niklaus expression showed worry and panic at the sight of tears. He cares about you so much and he loves you very much. The last thing he wanted was for you to be sad and broken like this...what was his brother doing.

Ow sweetheart please don't cry like this, it's ok shhh everything's going to be fine just take deep breaths for me.

He said with his soft accent that relaxed you. While whispering those gentle and reassuring words he was wiping off your tears and kissing your cheeks affectionately.

Elijah is a really busy man love, he has things to deal with sometimes. You know me I'm always causing trouble and he is collecting back the pieces after me. That's his thing y/n, it's not because he doesn't love you darling it's impossible not to love you.

Niklaus said with a little chuckles as he looked into your teary doe eyes. You could see affection and deep care for you as he kept comforting you. Your only reaction to it was to feel relieved that he was there for you. Niklaus was definitely the best brother-in-law that you could wish for.

At some point you stopped crying and just stayed in his arms securely with your head on his shoulder. It felt right and you just wanted to stay there as much as you needed. It didn't seem to bother Niklaus since he never said anything about it. He just finished what he had to do in the kitchen with you still in his arms and then started playing with your long hair.

Do you want to watch a movie with me until Elijah gives you some new or come back love ?

In your hidden place, on Niklaus shoulder the shadow of a smile crept on your lips as he proposed to watch a movie with you. It was a really good idea and you nodded fiercely to show him how much you were excited about it.

Mhhh yup! wanna watch a movie with you.

You looked like a child at Christmas and your eyes sparkled excitedly. A real infant. Your hand moved behind Niklaus neck to play with his baby hair while he walked to the living room, a satisfied and proud smile on his lips when realising that he succeeded in making you smile.

As you both reach the room, Klaus sat you down on the couch and caressed your cheek delicately while looking at your pretty eyes.

So what do we want to watch princess?

He asked you with this charming and adorable smile of his that makes you blush sometimes.

Hummm, I don't want to watch a comedy...so why not a horror movie!

You said with a bright smile and a cute expression on your face that made Niklaus laugh.

Well love you know me, horror movies are kinda my cup of tea so I'm more than happy to oblige. Any specific title?

He said with a smirk as he was playing with your hand casually doing a soft pattern on the top of it.

This time, it was your turn to smirk and you bite your lips.

Mh what about scream. The first one of course because the other ones are literal crap.

Without another word, Niklaus let go of your hand for a second reluctantly to get up and pick up Scream one like you asked. Then, the hybrid placed the disc on the dvd player and came back to you with a gentle smile as he sat just beside you on the sofa, placing his arms around your body and bringing you closer to his chest. A gentle sigh left your lips at how good you felt and you let your head fall on his chest comfortably, starting to watch the movie in silence. The only sound that you could hear beside the movie, was Niklaus heart beating steadily in his chest and his breathing in and out. To be quite honest it was really nice to spend more time with him. Since you started to date Elijah and spent all your time with him, the other people you used to spend time with took the side a lot and you now regretted it. That's when you thought about something...what if Niklaus made it on purpose. Your head raised up fast to look at him with this look in your eyes that just said it all. You seemed dumbfounded and a bit starstruck but then your eyes shine with affection.

Nikki...did you by any chance get Elijah out of the house on purpose to spend more time with me...

You heard Niklaus breath caught in his throat and he tried to look away from you but you smirked and took his chin back in your hand.

Common Nikki...don't be shy just say it I won't be mad I promise.

You said with genuine softness and affection in your voice for the hybrid in front of you. He looked like a child taken by surprise while doing something wrong. You didn't even try to hide your playfullness now that you realised you might be right and just kissed his cheek while hugging him tightly.

At these actions form you, Niklaus gave up hiding then, seeing that you weren't mad at him for separating you from Elijah and just looked like a guilty little child into your eyes.

Maybe I did...

He finished by saying with this small mischief glint in his eyes that you knew too well. That was exactly what happened and you chuckled softly at your discovery.

Well, you're such a bad little wolf aren't you Niklaus.

You said with this charming yet amused tone of your before playing with his blind hair.

Niklaus on his side rolled his eyes and let out a cute little groan.

But! You were always together, how was i supposed to get time with you!? I like you y/n...a lot and I love spending time with you too. It's just not fair that Elijah gets to have you all the time.

He finishes saying with an apparent pout on his lips now and a frustrated scowl.

You couldn't believe how adorable he was...that certainly was the cutest thing you've ever seen and heard him do or say to you. How in the world could you be mad at him for feeling like this. You tried to keep yourself from laughing at his childish actions before placing both your hand on each side of his face. Then, you tried to get as serious as you could when looking straight into his eyes.

Your right. I'm sorry Nikki, I know I've been with Elijah a lot since we started our relationship and it wasn't fair of me to leave my best friend behind. I love spending time with you to Klaus you know that but you should have told me...I was panicking because I thought your brother was cheating on me and I genuinely felt like crap for the past three days... it could have been different if you just told me about it in the beginning.

You told him, this time your voice sounds a bit more affected by what you said and sadder.

Niklaus felt bad now, really bad for making you feel like this. His intentions never were to hurt you and he was experiencing a heavy sense of guilt inside him now that he saw your eyes and expression. He made a gesture for you to come sitting in his lap, one of his hands gently caressing your cheek.

You didn't hesitate really, you knew he didn't do that wrongly. He just didn't knew what to do so you weren't mad at him or feeling anger. You sat in his lap, instantly feeling Niklaus arms around your waist tightly. He kissed your forehead and just hugged you to him.

I'm sorry y/n...

You hugged him back and just breathed a sight of relief to know that Elijah wasn't with anyone else and that you didn't have any worry anymore about him being away from home now. You just stayed in Niklaus arms and felt good for the first time since three days.

It's ok, just...just tell me next time that you want to have me for a little ok.

The only answer you received from Niklaus was a gentle nod and a kiss on your neck that made a gentle smile crept back on your lips. Yea, you were definitely lucky to have two men caring for you like this. You thought before just placing your head back on Klaus chest and looking back at the movie.

[yapmayavallami]

bakugou x f! Reader

WARNINGS: alcohol use, divorce, toxic relationships

SUMMARY: One night you drank too much alcohol and went to your ex-husband Katsuki's house.

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It had been two years since you and Katsuki divorced and you had a five-year-old son, Aiko.

After you divorced Katsuki, you turned to drink, trying to fill his void. But no matter what you did, you could never forget katsuki, you were still head over heels in love with her. Katsuki took your son's power of attorney from you after seeing your pathetic state.

All day long you were thinking about Katsuki again. To get rid of these thoughts and clear your head, you decided to go to the nearest bar to your house.

You were drinking at the bar as usual. Suddenly you had the courage to confront Katsuki. You immediately jumped in your car and drove to Katsuki's house.

KATSUKİ POV!

After another damn day, after feeding aiko and putting her to sleep, I went for a hot shower.

A while after I got out of the shower, I heard a knock on my door. "What asshole is here at this time of night?" I muttered.

When I opened the door, I saw the old geezer next door. "What happened?"

"What happened? Mr. Dynamight, your wife woke up the whole neighborhood, we really can't sleep because of her."

"My wife!?"

"Y/n bakugou is here, please stop your wife before she puts us to sleep."

After closing the door to the old geezer, I ran to the window.

After taking a deep breath, I started muttering "fuck it, what the hell is Y/n doing here"

Y/N POV

I immediately parked my car near Katsuki's house. When I arrived in front of Katsuki's house, I started screaming how much I loved him. I didn't care if anyone looked at me, I just wanted Katsuki and I wasn't going to leave until I got what I wanted. After a while, I saw Katsuki coming out of the window.

"Katsuki," I called out in a soft tone.

"What the fuck are you doing here, you idiot?"

"I only miss you"

After a while Katsuki let you in.

"You idiot, have you been drinking again? How many times do I have to tell you that drinking too much is bad for you? You're such an asshole," Katsuki scolded as she prepared the herbal tea.

After I found the courage to open up to Katsuki, I took a deep breath and started to speak "katsuki I'm drinking because of you I'm doing all this to forget you I know you know don't play dumb"

Without saying anything, Katsuki quietly poured your tea and was about to open his mouth when Aiko's voice came.

He had woken up.

When Aiko came running into the kitchen and saw you, he immediately hugged you. "Mom!!! why are you here, are you here to take me away or are you moving in with us too, is that true dad!?"

You don't know how to explain it without offending him, he was very enthusiastic about it "actually-" katsuki interrupted you

"Your mom will stay with us until she overcomes some bad habits," Katsuki said, holding Aiko in his arms.

"What kind of bad habits!?" Aiko asked curiously, "It'll be too late to find out, brat. So you should go to bed and sleep now so you can grow up."

Aiko kissed you both and went back to his room. When he left, there was a silence between the two of you and you spoke to break the silence.

"Can we try to be a family again?"

"What's the harm in trying, fool?"

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[dudadragneel]

Hello, guys! It's me!

How are you?

Finally, it's done! Enjoy, my children

Oh, and I hope you like the little steamy part 🙃😉

He gets carsick during a trip to y n's house and when they arrive there it gets worse. Y/n takes care of him together with the members. He has a high fever during 2 nights and wants to cuddle y/n all the time. He sleeps a lot too. It was more than carsickness.

A TIRING TRIP

Vacations are around the corner and you and the boys had decided to go to your summer house to spend some quality time together. You'd agreed that you would go first to make sure the house was clean and ready, even though they insisted on helping you.

You went to the grocery store to buy everything you'd need, because you didn't really want to go out and just stay in the house, enjoying the pool, games, relaxing, sleeping, especially since the weather was nice with sunny and rainy days.

The boys rented a van to go there and they'd switch between two drivers, Lee Know and Chan, since they were the oldest of the group and had volunteered.

Hyunjin went in the first backseat row with Changbin and Felix, while Lee Know went in the passenger's seat next to Chan, who was driving first and Seungmin, Jisung, and Jeongin went in the last row.

- Kids, did you get everything?

- Yes.

- Then let's go!

Chan started the car and so the trip to your house started.

They were really excited about having some time off and fun altogether before they went home to meet their families.

The trip started pretty well, with music blasting, and lots of laughs but Hyunjin started to feel off a few minutes later. He had woken up with an eerie feeling that something was off and was going to happen but decided to ignore it. But he would soon find out his misery was only starting.

As the drive went by, Hyunjin started to doze off every now and then. A sharp pain on his head would appear from time to time but he associated that with the loud noises inside the car since the other members were really hype.

However, more weird symptoms started to appear. He broke in cold sweats, feeling cold and hot at the same time but when he touched his arm to check his temperature, it felt cold to the touch, almost as if his blood pressure had gone down, but he wasn't exactly feeling faint.

He drank a bit of water and opened the window to get some fresh air, hoping he'd feel a little better.

But it didn't work. He broke into cold sweats again but now his stomach started acting up, it gurgled quietly sending queasy burps up his throat, which he muffled with his fists. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, maybe sleeping again would help and he'd feel better once he woke up.

He managed to doze off again, but then a bump on the road broke his peace and that's when things started to get bad.

They entered an area with a rather bumpy road and he couldn't sleep again, all the swinging and jumping of the car were making him queasy. He felt his stomach twist with every move from the car, nausea building up slowly. He started to shift around in his seat trying to find a comfortable position to control the nausea and it caught Changbin's and Felix's attention.

- Hey, Hyune, is everything okay?

Hyunjin barely looked at them, afraid of moving and making his already unsettled stomach even angrier.

- I feel carsick...

He said closing his eyes again and muffling a queasy burp with his fist.

Chan who was still driving heard them talking.

- Hyune, do you want me to pull over?

- No...I'm fine.

- Sure?

- Yeah...I'll just sleep.

- Okay. Let me know if you feel like you're gonna be sick.

- hmm.

He just nodded and closed his eyes again, taking deep breaths while the wind hit his face, providing the tinniest of comfort.

But it didn't last long, the road was still rough and the nausea was getting stronger. His stomach twisted, and he could feel its contents sloshing around. He broke into a cold sweat again and started swallowing convulsively when he felt something creeping up his chest and his mouth started watering.

- Hyung, I don't think Hyunjin is feeling well...

Felix said as he saw the color drain from Hyunjin's face, making him pale as a sheet.

Lee Know turned around to assess the situation.

- Hyunjin, are you gonna throw up?

But the boy couldn't really answer and just nodded as he felt his stomach twist again, sending its contents up his chest until he felt it hit the back of his throat, the foul taste filling his mouth. He covered his mouth to suppress a wet burp followed by a gag.

Lee Know turned to Chan with worried eyes.

- Hyung, we should pull over.

- There's a shoulder ahead. Hang on, Hyune.

Chan sped up to reach the shoulder before Hyunjin could throw up inside the car.

Once the car came to a stop, the two oldest got out and went to the back. Hyunjin hurriedly opened the door and stepped outside, bending over and supporting his weight on his knees.

All it took was one wet gag and a thick stream of vomit gushed out of him hitting the ground with a sickening sound, making both Lee Know and Chan flinch in surprise before getting to his side.

- That's it. You're doing great, get everything out.

Chan said as he held Hyunjin's hair back and gently rubbed his back with Lee Know. That was when they realized how sweaty he was.

His stomach contracted again, not giving him time to catch his breath before making him lurch forward as another violent stream made its way out.

If it weren't for both Lee Know and Chan, he'd probably have fallen on the ground.

- Hyune, give me that hair tie on your wrist.

Chan asked, still holding the young boy's hair, and then proceeded to tie it.

Hyunjin felt a sudden wave of dizziness, his vision went blurry and he swayed on his feet. Chan and Lee Know were quick to tighten their grip on him and carefully guide him to sit down before he fainted. He was out for only a few seconds and that was enough time for the two oldest to feel how cold his skin felt, despite being so sweaty.

He regained consciousness, head pounding and ears ringing, sat up, and buried his head in between his knees.

- Hey, Hyune, how are you feeling?

- Still carsick... My stomach keeps flipping around...

He said, not dating lifting his head, so Lee Know decided to massage his nape to provide some comfort to the young boy. While he did that, Chan went back to the car to get some water so Hyunjin could rinse his mouth drink some and call you.

- Hey, y/n!

- Oh, Chan! Hey! How are you? Are you guys on the road?

- I'm fine. Yes, we are but we had a little setback...

- What happened?

- Hyunjin felt carsick and we're parked in a shoulder right now.

- Really? Did he throw up or just nausea?

- He threw up. Actually, he's throwing up right now.

- oh my god. Okay, there's a rest area before you reach the house, make a stop there so he can calm down and then come. I'll get things ready for him to rest.

- Okay. See ya.

- See ya.

Chan turned off the cell phone and went back to Hyunjin's side.

The boy was still sitting down, head ducked and spitting out thick saliva that kept accumulating in his mouth.

- Hey, how are you doing?

Hyunjin only nodded a "no" and spat out again. By now, the rest of the kids were out of the car, stretching their legs and clearly worried about him.

Lee Know could feel him shudder under his hand, Hyunjin grabbed his hyung's hand for comfort as he lurched forward, another stream of watery vomit splattering between his legs and thankfully not getting on his clothes.

Both Lee Know and Chan kept rubbing Hyunjin's back as his stomach got rid of even more content and after that, he was left dry heaving, and exhausted.

- Here. Rinse your mouth and take small sips.

- thanks...

He said weakly, grabbing the bottle with shaky hands, spitting out then drinking a bit, the cold sensation comforting his strained throat.

- Do you think you're good to get in the car?

- Just give me a minute...

- Take your time.

Chan kneeled beside him and massaged his nape while guiding him through some breathing exercises.

- thanks hyung...I feel a little better now...can you help me?

- Yes. Let's go.

Lee Know was already inside the car, he would be driving the last half to your house. Chan put his arms underneath Hyunjin's and slowly helped him, waiting a few seconds so the boy wouldn't get dizzy.

- You good? Feel like vomiting again?

- No...just a little dizzy...

- Okay. Let's go. You'll go in the passenger's seat, being able to see the road ahead will help with your carsickness.

Chan helped Hyunjin get in the car and buckled him up before sitting in the back.

- Hey, let me know if you feel sick again, okay? We're gonna stop at a rest area before getting to y/n's house but if you feel like you're gonna puke, I'll pull over again, okay?

- Yes, hyung...I'm sorry...

- Don't apologize. These things can happen. Y/n is waiting for you when we get there, they said they'd get everything ready so you could rest.

He quickly got his phone to thank you, to which you replied you were ready to take care of him, making him smile a bit.

Lee Know started the car and so the last half of the ride began, the kids in the back were still quite hyped for a few minutes and then they were asleep, just like children.

Hyunjin had his sunglasses on because apart from the nausea, he had an annoying headache and the sun wasn't really helping. He did his best to focus on the road ahead to keep his stomach from acting up again.

Lee Know would glance at him every now and then to check on him, he just wanted to get to your house so his dongsaeng could rest.

At first, sitting in the front was helping, there was less motion for his eyes to capture so his inner ear was balanced, which meant his nausea was somewhat under control. But he then made the worst decision.

He thought that maybe listening to some music would help him calm down a little more and distract himself until he got home. He picked up his earphones and grabbed his cell phone, and that was his mistake.

The moment his focus changed from the road to the phone, which meant he was looking at somewhere still, while the car was moving. That messed up his inner ear and his stomach flipped, sloshing around whatever it was he still had inside along with the water he had drank a few minutes ago.

He swallowed convulsively when he felt something rushing up his chest. He covered his mouth to suppress a queasy burp, that only made him aware of the foul taste inside his mouth. He squeezed his eyes in disgust and tried swallowing again, hoping he'd be able to hold it in until they got to the rest area, so he could go to an actual bathroom.

He shifted in his seat, turning his body to the side and wrapping his arms around his stomach as if that would keep everything in place.

Lee Know noticed the distress his dongsaeng was in and knew exactly what was about to happen so he sped up.

- Hang in there, we're almost there.

He said, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Hyunjin could feel the foul taste in his mouth, and an air bubble trapped in his throat sent him over the edge. When he tried to burp, he ended up throwing up inside his mouth, making him able to feel every texture of food mixed with liquid. He squeezed his hand against his mouth, trying not to vomit all over himself and the car, and somehow managed to swallow. But that was the last straw, as soon as he swallowed his stomach immediately rejected it, contracting harshly making him gag into his hand.

- Shit!

Lee Know said, a sense of obvious urgency in his voice.

He entered the parking lot with perfect timing and as soon as he was parked, Hyunjin hurriedly opened the door stepping out of the car and Chan, with his father-like instincts, was already out to help the sick boy get to the bathroom.

And Hyunjin almost lost the battle against his stomach because as they walked to the bathroom, it contracted again sending hot liquid that he failed to hold, escaping through his fingers but thankfully Chan was quick to put his hands under his chin and catch it before it could soil the ground and Hyunjin's clothes.

Entering the bathroom, Hyunjin went straight into a stall, letting go of his mouth as vomit immediately escaped his lips hitting the toilet.

Chan rapidly washed his hands and went to Hyunjin's side, rubbing his back as a wet burp brought up even more putrid liquid.

- That's it, let everything out.

Hyunjin spat out thick saliva and a cough brought up what seemed to be the last of the content inside his stomach and he was left dry heaving over the toilet.

- Damn, this time was pretty bad, huh?

- I don't know what's happening, hyung...

- you're carsick. It'll get better once we get there, we're 5 minutes away now.

- Thank god...I can't handle this anymore...

- You good now? Do you feel like there's still something to get out?

- No...not really.

- then let's rinse your mouth and let's go.

Chan helped Hyunjin to the sink, making sure to keep an arm around him, sensing the boy could faint at any minute given how much he'd thrown up.

The oldest boy needed something to help Hyunjin's nausea because they still had a little bit of road ahead, so he called you.

- Hey y/n!

- Hey Chan! How's Hyune?

- Not so good. We're at the rest area and he's just thrown up again.

- Oh god.

- Do you have any tips on what we can do? So we don't need to stop again?

- Actually, I do! And I don't know why I didn't remember it before.

- What is it?

- Olives!

- Really!?

- Yes! Since they're citric, they can help with the stomach. It usually works immediately. If he's feeling afraid to eat, just give him a tablespoon of the liquid part.

- Okay, then! See you in a bit.

- Bye.

Chan bought a jar of olives and handed a tablespoon to Hyunjin, who accepted it, despite looking disgusted and apprehensive to invest anything at that point.

- Trust y/n. They know what they are doing.

- Okay.

Hyunjin took the spoon and swallowed the liquid, and just like you told Chan, the relief was immediate. He felt like a new person entirely.

- Woah.

- Feel better?

- Yes...

- Alright then, let's go.

Chan helped Hyunjin back to the car where they waited a few minutes until the kids finished shopping for more snacks.

The last bit to your house went on without any further incidents, thankfully.

Getting there you were already waiting for them at the porch and went down to help them with Hyunjin.

Lee Know helped Hyunjin get out of the car since the boy was feeling rather faint and you went to his side and wrapped your arms around him to guide him inside, him leaning most of his weight on you.

- You're lucky you're light babe, or we'd be on the ground now.

- I'm sorry...I feel tired...

- I know honey. Was it bad?

- Really bad.

- Oh baby, do you think you can eat something? I'm afraid you might faint, given how much you threw up.

- I guess so...the olive really helped. Thanks.

- happy to hear that.

You settled him on the couch and he was immediately knocked out then went to prepare some light food for him. While you did that, the boys took their bags to their bedrooms and went straight to the back of the house, where there was a pool and a big field.

After finishing you gently woke him up and noticed how exhausted he looked, his face was still a bit pale and he was still sweating a bit.

- Babe, here. Eat slowly okay? After that take a shower and then rest, alright?

- Okay.

He ate slowly like you advised and kept chatting with you, trying to get distracted from the discomfort he was still feeling in his stomach.

Once he was done he wanted to lay down but you prohibited him from doing that because it could make him nauseous again.

- you should stay seated, you need to let your body digest the food. If you lay down right now, it'll make you feel worse. why don't you go outside with the others? At least you can breathe some fresh air. I think that'd be good for you.

- If you're saying so, understood.

He said standing up and saluting you, getting a laugh.

Hyunjin went outside and sat down on one of the chairs, while a few of them were enjoying the pool.

He actually managed to laugh a little at Lee Know trying to learn how to swim, but he quickly controlled his reaction afraid of what Lee Know could do to him later.

Then Felix got out of the pool and sat by Hyunjin's side.

- Hey, how are you feeling?

- Better...a little queasy but better.

- That's good. Did you manage to eat?

- Yeah. Y/n cooks very well.

- That's true.

Felix went back into the pool and soon after you joined them, staying mostly with Hyunjin but also having fun with the others.

A few hours later, the weather changed, it was now windy, and the sky was grey so it was time to halt the activities and go back inside.

Hyunjin needed to take a shower but when he stood up from the chair, he noticed how weak he was, his legs almost gave up on him but thankfully you were by his side and wrapped your arms around him before he could fall.

- Hyune! You good?

You almost screamed, getting everyone's attention that quickly gathered around you.

- Yeah...I just felt lightheaded for a second...

- That light food definitely wasn't enough to compensate for what you vomited.

- But it was good.

- I'm glad you liked it. Now let's go inside before it starts to rain. And you need to take a shower.

Everyone was inside in the blink of an eye, dividing into teams to take a quick shower before the rain could turn into a storm with lightning. You laughed at the way they scattered around like scaredy cats.

You took Hyunjin to the bathroom upstairs, again he leaned most of his weight on you, still feeling lightheaded.

You turned on the water on the bathtub until it was lukewarm and had also bought a stool in case he wanted to take a shower instead of being in the bathtub.

- Here's a change of clothes, babe.

- Thanks.

- I'm gonna stay here, okay?

- No, you don't need to.

- You're lightheaded, Hyunjin. I won't have you passing out in the bathroom, it's far too dangerous.

- But it's embarrassing...

- Oh come on, babe. It's not like I've never seen you.

- Still...it's different...

- Okay, I'll turn around. Just call me if you feel sick again.

Hyunjin decided to get into the bathtub, not really wanting to trust his body to stand during the shower.

You kept staring at the blank wall in front of you, and even though he wasn't feeling well, your mind couldn't help but wonder and just the sheer thought made you blush until your ears burned. And then Hyunjin called you, bringing you back to reality, or making your thoughts wonder even more.

- Babe...

- Hm?

You said, not looking back to respect his privacy, and blushing even harder.

- Can you wash my hair?

For some reason he was feeling weaker by the second, maybe it was the heat of the water calming him down but it seemed like his strength was leaving his body and a wave of exhaustion was washing over him.

- Yes but...are you sure?

- Yeah. I'm covered up.

- O-okay.

For some reason, that sentence made your heart skip a beat, even though you've seen him before, something about it hit differently.

You made your way to the bathtub, positioned yourself behind him, and proceeded to gently wash his hair.

For him, it felt heavenly, your touch alone comforted him in ways you didn't even know, you were his safe place. He sunk into your touch as you gave him a gentle massage, and it took everything in his power to keep calm.

You intended to relax him after the ordeal of the car trip but little did you know that it was almost doing the complete opposite.

He then gently grabbed your hand as you massaged his shoulder, placing a soft kiss on it and then pulling you for a kiss. You could feel the heat coming from his face but didn't give it much thought, assuming it was from the bath or the kiss.

- Okay, naughty boy, finish your bath so you can rest.

You said giving another kiss and going back to your spot so he could have his privacy back.

- Okay.

He finished his bath and put on the change of comfy clothes you had gotten him.

- You can turn around now, I'm fully dressed.

You turned to face a flushed-faced boy with a towel on top of his head, looking cute and tired at the same time. And he was incredibly tired, so much so that when he walked in your direction he swayed to the side and you were quick to steady him.

- Alright, that's enough standing for you. You need to lay down, come on.

You took him to the bedroom and sat him down on the bed so you could dry his hair, leaving it soaked could be bad for his health.

He was so tired that as you dried his hair, and brushed it, he ended up falling asleep. Once you were finished, you gently lay him down on the bed, covering him with a light blanket before going downstairs to have dinner with the boys and make something for him to eat before going to bed later.

- hey y/n, how's he doing?

- He's sleeping right now. Thankfully nothing happened during the bath but he was really tired.

- Did he complain about his stomach again?

- No, not really, he was just lightheaded.

- Let's hope it was just carsickness. Oh, we made dinner.

- Thank you! But you didn't have to.

- You organized everything so we could come here, it's the least we can do.

- Well, it looks delicious.

- Most of it was Lee Know who made it. And Felix baked cookies.

- Woah! Thank you!

You had dinner with the boys, chatting about life, work everything. And after you were done eating, you cooked something light again so Hyunjin could eat before going to sleep.

When you got to the bedroom he was already sitting on the bed, still looking tired.

- Hey, how are you?

- Exhausted...what's that?

- Some light food I prepared. Lee Know cooked dinner but I figured your stomach wouldn't be able to handle it so I cooked something else.

- Thank you, honey.

You set the tray on his lap and sat beside him, covering yourself up as well.

- Can you feed me?

He asked with the most cute pleading eyes he could pull off with a pout.

- You- I can't with you, Hyune.

You said laughing and then giving a little peck before picking up the spoon.

- Say ah~

You forgot to close the door and right when you were doing that, Lee Know passed by. When his brain processed what he'd just seen he took one step back and just stood there looking at you with a disgusted face and left, making you both laugh. He loved teasing both of you.

After Hyunjin finished his meal, you went downstairs to wash the dishes and came up again with a bottle of cold water for him, since he needed to be hydrated. You sat beside him and put on a movie so he could digest the food before lying down to sleep but he was asleep in the first 20 minutes.

You waited a few more minutes before you gently nudged him awake so he could lay down and you lay down as well.

He was feeling so exhausted that he wanted you to be the big spoon, which you gladly accepted.

- Babe?

- Hm?

- Can you rub my back for me?

- Sure.

Just like before, your touch always made him feel comfortable and safe and that's everything he needed now. You gently rubbed patterns on it and you could feel him relax under your hand, and a few minutes later you were also asleep.

A few hours into the night, Hyunjin's body started to feel incredibly off. He broke into cold sweats, he was shivering as if someone had put the AC at 0°C, his whole body ached, and even the touch of the fabric of his clothes felt like it touching burned skin. No matter how much he covered himself, the shiver wouldn't stop and neither the cold would get better.

His head was throbbing, so much so he could hear and feel his heartbeat. His breathing became erratic and he was panting like he ran a marathon.

To add to his misery, his stomach was acting up as well, cramping and gurgling, as if making a statement he shouldn't have eaten, or even had gone out of the house.

It burned as if it had been lit on fire, both his stomach and his body. He tried taking deep breaths to regain control of his breathing but failed.

Then, his stomach cramped again, its contents sloshing around, rushing up his chest, a foul taste in his mouth now filling with saliva.

He started to swallow convulsively because he thought his body didn't have the strength to drag himself out of the bed and to the bathroom he was sure he'd pass out. He kept on swallowing, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white. He managed to survive the first wave but it only lasted seconds before his stomach cramped again, as if warning him he didn't have much of a choice.

Hyunjin felt something rush up his chest, and esophagus and hit the back of his throat, filling his mouth with a foul-tasting liquid and pieces of food.

He covered his mouth with his hand when a wet gag ripped through him and tried getting up as quickly and quietly as possible not to wake you, even though he wanted to.

He stumbled his way to the bathroom bracing the wall for support because he was sure if he didn't do that, he'd pass out.

He opened the bathroom door and quickly shut it behind him, reaching the sink, grabbing the edges for support and immediately vomiting a thick stream of undigested chunky food.

Before the next wave, he managed to move to the toilet before it gushed out of him getting on the edges before he could kneel as a sudden wave of dizziness hit him. He didn't know whether he wanted you there or if he wanted you to have a good night's sleep.

But it was too late. Since the house was extremely silent, you heard the sound of retching and something splashing in the water and jumped out of bed quickly realizing what was happening.

You knocked on the bathroom already making your way in and seeing Hyunjin vomit pale brown liquid into the toilet. You rushed to his said to hold his hair that was down before it got vomit on it.

- Oh baby...why didn't you call me?

- S-sorry...didn't want to wake you up-

He managed to say before gagging wetly followed by a queasy burp that brought another wave of vomit. You started rubbing his back and immediately noticed that the situation was a lot worse than you expected. As soon as you touched his back he winced and you could feel the heat radiating off of him through his clothes.

- Oh my god, babe, you are burning up.

- I-I really don't feel well...

He said defeated with a shaky voice, hesitantly lifting his head to look at you and your heart dropped when you took in the expression on his face. He looked like he was in unbearable pain, his face looked pale and flushed at the same time, his hair was considerably wet with sweat and he was breathing erratically.

- Babe, you might've caught a stomach bug.

He quickly turned his head back to the toilet as he felt another wave rushing up his throat, this time a rather harsh one, making his back arch and face go red from the strain.

- Oh baby...I'm so sorry this is happening to you. But you might feel better if you let everything out.

You said as you proceeded to rub his sweaty back, and again placing your hand on his forehead, still shocked with his body temperature.

- Babe, I'm really worried about your fever...

- it hurts... everything hurts...

You then heard soft knocks on the door before they were slowly opened, showing concerned faces from Chan and Lee Know.

- Is everything okay?

Chan asked getting closer to you with Lee Know following behind.

- No. He started throwing up again and he's burning up. Look.

Both Chan and Lee Know checked Hyunjin's forehead and were as shocked as you with the heat coming from him.

- I'll get the thermometer.

Chan said leaving Lee Know to help you with Hyunjin.

- I guess it wasn't just carsickness.

- Here.

Chan said giving you the thermometer.

- 39°C! That's too high!

Hyunjin who was resting his weight on your body, suddenly jerked forward, vomit escaping his lips before he could reach the toilet and getting on his clothes. You pat his back to help him through another thick wave of undigested food.

The sight made Lee Know and Chan grimace.

He spat out thick saliva before a wet burp brought up another mouthful of putrid liquid.

- Oh baby...

You said still rubbing his back and holding his hair.

After this round, he was left dry heaving over the toilet and you helped him lay his weight on you again. And it felt like he'd gotten worse during his rounds of vomiting, his body was scorching hot, face still pale and flushed, shivering and out of breath.

- I don't feel well...

That was all he managed to say before fainting due to the strain and high fever.

- Shit.

- Should we take him to the bedroom?

- It's best we help him get clean. And his fever is too high, we should bring it down.

They helped Hyunjin by holding his legs up, while his head rested on your thighs, in an attempt to get his blood circulation back to normal. And after 3 minutes, he woke up, confused with everything.

- Hey, how are you feeling?

- Weak and queasy...

- You have a really high fever, Hyunjin. We need to bring it down. And you need a new change of clothes. Come on, we'll help you.

Chan helped Hyunjin take off his clothes until he was left only with his boxers and settled him in the bathtub.

- I will turn on the water now okay? It'll be lukewarm.

- Ok...

He said, sounding as weak as he could be at that moment. He felt so exhausted you had to hold his head while Chan cleaned him with a wet cloth.

But even though he was barely conscious, he'd wince every time the water or the cloth touched his skin, because it felt like he had burn injuries all over.

Lee Know had gone out to get some medications and sports drinks for Hyunjin.

You left Hyunjin with Chan while you went to grab a new set of clothes for him.

- Hyunjin, why didn't you tell us?

- I...I wasn't feeling anything...just carsick. I thought it would get better after...but it only got worse...

- Here.

You said entering the bathroom with a set of hoodie and sweatpants. Chan helped him out of the tub and sat him on the edge of it so you could dress him, and kept holding him the whole time because Hyunjin no longer had the strength to hold his own body.

Lee Know who had gone out to get medications for the sick boy arrived to help.

- Hey, can you walk to the bedroom?

He asked, getting close to Hyunjin and patting his shoulder. The sick boy only nodded a "no", not having the strength to lift his head.

- I'll help you come on.

Lee Know had to carry Hyunjin bridal style to the bedroom because as soon as he helped the boy up, his legs gave up on him, vomiting and the high fever had completely dried out his energy.

Lee Know settled an almost passed-out Hyunjin on the bed and then gathered with you and Chan to discuss what to do.

- Okay, this is way more than carsickness.

- The fever might be related to a stomach bug or something else.

- Should we take him to a hospital? Call the staff?

- No. He's gotten sick similar to this once. 39°C is still a temperature we can deal with. If it gets past that, it'd be safer to take him to the hospital.

- I got some Tylenol and antiemetics and some stomach medication that helps with gastritis symptoms. And sports drinks. He shouldn't take these pills on an empty stomach but I think trying to feed him now will only make him throw up again, so let's try giving him an antiemetic along with the other one so he can take the pill with the sports drink.

- Okay.

- Should we tell the others?

- No. let them rest. We'll tell them tomorrow.

- Okay. Let's try to give him the medication.

Lee Know helped Hyunjin sit upright and held him, while you gave him the medication and Chan held a bucket nearby just in case things didn't work out.

Hyunjin was so weak he barely managed to drink or swallow the pill. After taking it, he dry heaved over the bucket that Chan was quick to hold in front of him, but thankfully he didn't throw up.

- Hey, y/n. Call us if you need anything, okay? We'll have our phones on the whole time.

Chan said as he was leaving your bedroom with Lee Know.

- I will. Goodnight

- Goodnight

And so Hyunjin immediately fell asleep but not before making sure to ask you to be the big spoon, he desperately needed comfort, even if his whole body stung with any touch, he still needed to feel you next to him.

And so you did, you covered him up and yourself and hugged him, and it broke your heart when you felt him shivering through your body.

After a while, he stopped shivering and seemed to be asleep, so you carefully placed your hand on his forehead and noticed he was still hot, but not as hot as before, meaning the medication was working.

He shifted a little and mumbled a few words before falling asleep again.

- Can you scratch my back?

He said really softly, almost whispering.

- Of course.

You whispered and backing a little bit away from him so you could use your arms. And yes, he was still hot and sweaty and you were just hoping he could sleep the whole night and wake up better. But that wasn't going to happen.

About two hours after you settled in bed, Hyunjin started shivering again and tossing and turning. His head was throbbing again and every fiber of his body ached like they'd been lit on fire. The nausea he felt earlier had come back, ten times stronger, he could already feel liquid coming up his chest, his stomach gurgling loudly and cramping.

He just squeezed his eyes and curled up in a ball hugging the blanket tightly, gritting his teeth, swallowing convulsively, trying to control his body because he knew he didn't have the strength to get up and drag his tired body to the bathroom.

He even contemplated for a second but decided not to, knowing he'd probably pass out on the way there.

But his body was determined to get anything else he had inside of him.

As he tried to keep everything in, his stomach cramped and contracted shooting its contents rapidly up his chest and hitting the back of his throat, the only thing he managed to do was drag his torso partially off the bed just in time for a wave of vomit escape his mouth and hit the ground, waking you up startled.

- Hyune? What is it?

You said already sitting up and assessing the situation.

- S-sorry-

Was everything Hyunjin managed to say before spilling more putrid liquid onto the bedroom floor, you sitting on the bed rubbing his back and holding his hair as he lay there miserably. You didn't even bother getting up to get a towel since the mess was already made so you just let him get everything out before doing something.

- Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll clean this up later, just get everything out, okay?

You didn't even need to say that since a wet burp brought up a mix of brown liquid and bile, continue to soil the floor next to the bed.

- Oh my baby...you're really sick.

He spat out thick saliva and managed to breathe for a few seconds, before another wave ripped through his body, causing him to get red with the strain, and after that, there were only unproductive gags.

- Do you think you're done?

- Hmm...

- Just a second.

You said leaving the bed to grab a wet cloth to wipe his mouth.

- Do you feel better? After getting that out?

- No, not really... everything hurts....

You studied his complexion, turned pale, really flushed cheeks, sweaty to the point his hair was damp and stuck to his forehead. You brushed his bangs out of the way to place your palm on his forehead, making him wince at the touch.

- Sorry. Your fever is definitely high again. Let me see

The thermometer was marking an alarmingly high temperature yet again.

- 39.8°C! I'm not gonna try to give you medication again Because you'll probably throw up. But we need to bring it down somehow.

You grabbed one of the towels you used to shower to cover the vomit on the floor and keep it from getting even dirtier.

- I'm gonna get an ice bag downstairs, okay?

You said, motioning to leave but Hyunjin didn't let you. He held you by the wrist and made you sit on the bed again, his hot hand touching your skin.

- Babe, I feel the heat radiating off of you just by your touch...

- I don't want to be alone...

He said almost breaking down.

- Okay, I won't.

You said kissing the top of his head and then grabbed your phone to text Chan to help you.

- Chan, Hyunjin threw up again and his fever spiked. It's 39.8°C.

- Oh my god!

- But I don't think giving him medication now is a good choice...but we need to bring it down somehow.

- What do you need me to do?

- Downstairs, in a cabinet in the kitchen there's an ice bag. Can you get it for me? Also a bowl with some cold water?

- I'll be there in a minute.

Chan quickly gathered the things you asked for and entered the bedroom just in time to catch Hyunjin vomiting again, this time soiling the towel you had put there.

- Here.

- Thank you.

- I'll clean this up, okay? And bring a bucket.

- Thanks, Chan.

Chan grabbed two buckets, one for Hyunjin and the other to clean the mess so you didn't have to.

Once he was done, he helped you clean Hyunjin and try to bring down his fever. He sat behind the sick boy on the bed to support his weight while you used a wet cold cloth to wipe him.

You were done, you helped him dress in another shirt since the one he was using was drenched in sweat.

- Thanks, Chan. For the help.

- No problem. If you need anything else just text me.

- Thanks again.

Hyunjin was basically passed out, he had absolutely no strength left in his body so he slumped back into the bed.

- Babe...can I lay on your lap...?

He said, voice raspy.

- Of course. Come here.

You helped him lay down on your thighs and proceeded to place a wet cold cloth on his forehead, earning a wince from him, but he fell asleep immediately after.

- I hope you'll feel better soon, baby.

You don't know how but you managed to doze off, waking up a few times to check his temperature that kept on oscillating between 38°C and 39°C, thankfully not hitting 40°C but still alarmingly high.

Hyunjin slept through the rest of the night but woke up rather early with a throbbing headache and shivers.

You tried to get up to make him breakfast but he didn't let you, he was really clingy and you couldn't blame him. But the boys helped you by making breakfast for you and something light for Hyunjin and brought it to the bedroom.

Hyunjin's stomach had given him a little break so he could eat breakfast and take a few medications after, such as an antiemetic and some Tylenol for the persistent fever.

You waited a few minutes and he didn't throw up, which was a good sign. When he was feeling a little better from his headache, you suggested he took another bath, and just like the day before, you stayed with him. And you were glad you did because after he changed his clothes he ended up fainting for a brief moment, the boys helping you carry him out of the bathroom.

You decided to stay in the living room with him for a while so he could breathe some fresh air and be with the boys, maybe they could distract him.

You needed to rest a while and take a bath so the boys stayed with Hyunjin, who was settled with a blanket on the couch.

A few of them went outside to play, and the others stayed in the house, keeping Hyunjin company and resting as well.

The sick boy who was lying down, arm covering his eyes, felt a sudden burning sensation in his stomach. "Fuck" was the first thing that came to mind, his body just didn't want to give him a break.

That burning sensation quickly morphed into a strong nausea, filling his mouth with foul-tasting liquid.

He quietly coughed once, when he felt something tickling his throat, but that only brought his stomach's contents even closer to getting out.

Hyunjin hurriedly sits up, hand covering his mouth, but the single motion of doing that is enough to make his stomach contract, a wet muffled burp sending vomit through his fingers, soiling the floor in the middle of his legs.

The sound of something splattering on the ground alerted Lee Know who was in the kitchen and quickly ran to aid his dongsaeng.

- What's wrong? Did you feel nauseous again?

- I'm sorry- I couldn't call-

Hyunjin tried to say but his body had other plans, he moved his soiled hand away from his mouth ducking his head as a stream of vomit gushed out of him, mixing with the mess on the floor.

Lee Know was sitting beside him patting and rubbing his back, trying to provide a bit of comfort as his dongsaeng proceeded to empty his stomach on the floor.

- Just keep going, get everything out. Hyung will clean this up later.

Despite the grossness of the situation, Lee Know didn't seem bothered one bit. Being a father to 3 cats had its perks, he dealt with similar things in his house so he kept his cool.

Once Hyunjin was done puking, or at least when he was only spitting out very thick saliva, Lee Know grabbed a mop, a bucket, and some water.

He gave the bottle to Hyunjin so he could rinse his mouth and try to get rid of the putrid taste and cleaned the mess on the floor, leaving the bucket beside the couch.

- I-i'm sorry, hyung...

- Don't worry about it, okay? It's not your fault.

Lee Know said, patting Hyunjin's shoulder before going to put the soiled cloth to wash.

When he came back Hyunjin was still in the same position, kind of in shock with everything that was happening for the last 12h hours or so.

- What is it?

Lee Know asked, sitting beside him.

- I'm scared, hyung...I'm tired...but I feel like I can throw up any time...I'm afraid of lying down....

- Don't worry, Hyunjin-ah. Hyung is right here, I'll help you whenever you need. Just try to get some sleep.

Lee Know gently wrapped his arms around Hyunjin and lay down the sick boy, noticing his fever was high again and confirming with a thermometer. Since taking medication was a big no at the moment, he got the ice bag, put it under Hyunjin's pillow, and placed an ice pad on his forehead.

And just like he promised, he stayed by his side until the next round of vomiting started but this time Hyunjin didn't want to be sick in front of everyone.

- Hyung...I'm gonna throw up, can you take me to the bathroom?

He said weakly, trying to sit up. Lee Know once again wrapped his arms around Hyunjin helped him up and guided him to the bathroom where the boy proceeded to vomit for a few good minutes.

After that, Lee Know brought him back to the living room and you were done resting so you were going to watch him for the time being.

Needless to say, it was another very tiring day and night for all nine of you, Hyunjin's fever kept spiking up, oscillating all the time, he managed to drink some sports drink only to throw up hours later, sometimes on the floor, bucket, bathroom. All eight of you took turns to take care of him, by helping him shower, eat and rest.

At some point, you all decided it was best to take him to the ER to at least know what was wrong and your guess was right, stomach flu. He spent a few hours on IV fluids to help hydrate him and he also had some intravenous antiemetics to prevent him from throwing up even more.

The next days of the trip consisted of all of you nursing him back to health until he was finally okay to enjoy a little bit before going back.

Having you and the members in his life was truly a blessing.

Oh and needless to say, those of you who spent more time with him while he was sick, you, Chan, and Lee Know were just as miserable in the following weeks but they had each other and you had Hyunjin to take care of you and return the favor.

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I Can't Be Who I Was (Leon Kennedy x Reader)

Post, RE:2 Leon (clean fluff)

Concept- After the months leading after the events of Raccoon City, Leon struggles with nightmares. One night, it seems worse than usual, and you're desperate to comfort your traumatized boyfriend. 

CW-  alcoholism sorta (implicitly stated)

A/N- If you want some Leon smut, don't worry, I've got something along the way. This is just a purely self-indulgent piece, because I've been going through it and really need some fluffy support. 

You were somewhat confused at first, as you blinked your eyes open carefully, attempting to adjust to the darkness in the room. You weren't sure what had woken you up at first, as you tiredly gazed around the room. 

After finding nothing, you rolled back over, ready to fall back asleep, when the sound of a quiet whimper made you shoot up.

It seemed to get a little louder, and as you glanced over to the other side of the bed, you noticed Leon's quivering form. His eyes weren't closed, but squeezed tightly, as he thrashed at the sheets, his hand balling the fabric. His body moved once again, as his teeth grit into each other and his mouth moved. The man's voice was quiet, and you couldn't make out much.

"I failed..." was the only coherent sentence. Despite being covered in the blankets he seemed to be shivering. No matter how often you tried, the man refused to sleep with little more than his boxers, claiming he'd just get hot in the night.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge in your heart, not surprised by his actions. It wasn't like this was new for Leon. Ever since the events of Raccoon City, it was rare he got a moment of peace. Despite being there, you two had only found each other later in the night. Some of the horrors he talked about, made you reevaluate your own events that night. 

What startled you most however, was that his movements seemed to be a little bit more spastic than usual, and he was... sobbing. He kept repeating words and phrases to himself. 

"Leon..." you whispered quietly, not wishing to cause him any more harm than he had already gone through. Unsurprising, your words didn't seem to have an effect on him. In fact, his movements only seemed to grow more erratic, as he shifted around, disturbing the bedsheets.

"My fault... All my fault," you made out.

You gently shook him, instantly worried. The movement seems to shake him, as he quickly sits up, moving your arms away from him. Leon's actions catch you off guard, as you lose your balance falling off the bed.

You were surprised however, when Leon quickly reached over, steadying your balance. Even though he had just been asleep moments ago, his instincts were still pretty sharp. 

His blue eyes held that all too familiar tired look, as he gazed down at you for a moment, making sure you were safe. 

Leon groaned slightly, running a hand across his face. He looked so closed off, compared to the emotions he had displayed before. You could see the tension ripple in his back muscles, as his shoulders tightened up. 

"Shit..." he breathed quietly, before turning to see you. 

The look on your face must've been unpleasant, as his features softened, and he gently reached out, rubbing your arm.

"I'm sorry babe, did I wake you...?" he asked quietly, holding back a yawn. 

Despite everything he'd been through, he was always ever so gentle with you. Your heart softened from his touch, as you carefully placed your hand over his. He had been the one struggling, and was worried that he had woken you up.

"Another nightmare?" you whispered softly. 

Leon didn't say much, slowly letting go of you. He looked so guarded, as his lips tightened and his eyes dropped back down. He seems unsure what to say, only shrugging softly.

"Nothing to worry about. I didn't mean to disturb you," he answered. 

The look in his eyes reminded you of a puppy that had been scolded. They were glassy, though you couldn't tell if that was from lack of sleep or being haunted by a million memories from that night. Either way, he didn't seem interested.

"Leon?" you asked quietly. 

He doesn't seem to hear your response though, instead pulling the covers back, as he turns, setting his feet on the wood floor. His hand raises, as he pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. Then, the blond reaches for the drawer on the bedside table, running through the contents. 

After a moment, he slams the drawer annoyed, his hands revealing nothing. You didn't have to ask, you knew what he was looking for. You frowned at the circumstance, moving over to sit beside him. 

This seems to make Leon tense up more, as he stares at the ground awkwardly. 

You gently took his hand, using your thumb to carefully caress his knuckles. 

"Please...Talk to me," you pleaded gently. 

Leon only shrugged softly, pulling his hand away. 

"It's fine... you just get back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you."

Carefully, he lifts himself off the bed and leaves the bedroom without another word. Your heart sank, at his words, watching his silhouette slip away. It wasn't like you had expected him to start talking, no you knew better than that. You still couldn't help the disappointment you felt in his disappearance however. 

You rubbed your eyes carefully, as you made your way after him. The wooden floor was cold against your bare feet, and creaked under your weight. It seemed to wake you up a bit more. You fumbled through the dark room a little less gracefully than Leon, but eventually found the door and cracked it open.

You weren't surprised to find Leon hunched over your dining table, a bottle in his hands. Your shoulders drooped, as you pulled out the chair beside him. You thought moving the flask out of the bedroom would help defer his habit. Knowing Leon however, you should've expected him to have stashed something around the house. He doesn't meet your eyes as he glances down, swirling the bottle quietly to himself. 

"What was it this time...?" you asked cautiously, choosing to ignore the bottle for now. The last thing you wanted him doing right now was shutting you out. 

You couldn't quite make out his features in the darkness of the room, but you could hear the bottle moving around between his hands. The dark liquid makes a soft sloshing sound. The room is silent aside from that, and Leon seems to be studying the table. 

You slowly reach over, wrapping your hand around his. 

"Leon..."

Upon hearing you say his name, he stops, but his grip on the bottle doesn't loosen up. His ice blue eyes feel particularly cold in that moment, as he stares blankly at you. Leon's gaze doesn't hold, as he looks down, letting out a quiet sigh. 

"It's always something..." he whispered. 

You stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue. Eyeing him for any indicators as to what you could possibly do. You felt your chest tighten, at the sound of his foot slowly tapping against the floor. The room seemed to grow a little colder.

"I'm... sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I think I'm just tired," Leon finally finished, closing his eyes, as he let out a breathy sigh. 

It wasn't unlike him to shut down and make excuses. No matter how often you reassured Leon that talking was good, he always seemed to back away from the idea. Almost like if he told you too much, you might slip away into the night and look for something easier to handle. His burdens weren't your responsibility. 

"This time it sounded pretty bad... Was it about Marvin again?"

The blond seems to cower at the name, his thumb running along the bottle, as he takes a long sip. His hair kinda falls all over his face, momentarily covering his eyes. He hadn't gotten it cut in awhile. 

Some nights you'd spend hours brushing your fingers through it, as Leon fell asleep in your lap, lulled by the comfort of your touch. Those were on the nights when you could convince him to let you comfort him. Recently, there have been less nights like that and more like the ones right now. Quiet, as Leon sipped on a bottle, ignoring whatever had disrupted his sleep. 

"No...," he finally replied quietly, setting the bottle down. 

"You know that night wasn't your fault... right Leon?"

Leon seems to shift slightly in the chair, his knee twitching a bit, as he turns his head, now staring at the wall. He doesn't speak or move after that. You know what he's thinking, as he avoids your gaze. 

You stand up, making your way over to him. You're startled when he raises his hand however, shaking his head.

"Don't... Don't try to excuse my actions. If I hadn't shown up late... If I had just gotten there a little sooner-"

"Don't do that to yourself Leon. Don't beat yourself up over things you couldn't have possibly known. I was there when it all started, there was nothing you could've done for Raccoon City."

"I could've died for it."

You felt yourself wince, as you carefully wrapped your arms around his torso, burying your head in his neck. He doesn't seem to respond to your touch, only continuing to look at the wall. 

"So many people died because of me... "

"More people lived because of you Leon. Sherry, Claire, and I escaped because of your help. Sherry is currently safe because of you. I made it out because of you."

"Yeah, but what about Marvin? Or Anette. Or... or Ada..." he whispered, now finally meeting your gaze. You knew what he was looking for. His screams could be heard all throughout the facility, as you made your way forward. The desperation in his voice. Ada's death hit him the closest. Being so close to saving her, only for her to slip in his grasp. How couldn't he blame himself?

"None of that is on you Leon..." you breathed softly, looking up, but not removing your hands. "You did everything you could."

The man pulled away from your touch, standing up now. He ran both his hands along his face, as he let out a frustrated sigh. Leon started pacing back and forth, once again not meeting your gaze. 

"I had her, right in my hands. And I... she just..."

"There was nothing you could do..." 

Leon turned, grabbing the back of the chair closet to him. His grip was so tight you could see his knuckles beginning to pale. His blue eyes seemed to darken, as he closed them, lips pulling into a thin line. 

"I could've saved her. If I had just been stronger... If I didn't go charging out there-"

"Leon... you can't save everyone."

"It was my job to save everyone. It was my job to ensure the safety of others. I failed before I could even get into it."

It was often he spiraled like this, and each time hurt a little bit more than the last. To know how Leon saw himself, left an ache in your chest. Between seeing all the death around him and knowing he was one of the few to survive, gnawed inside of him like a parasite. 

"Leon, how many times that night did you put yourself first? Even if it meant endangering others?"

His head shot up startled, as he studied your frame. He's wordless for a minute, almost confused by your words. You notice his grip on the chair eases, but the glassiness in his eyes only seems to increase.

"I... What? Never, why would you ask that?" 

"Exactly... your entire time there, you did nothing but risk your life for others. Hell... I watched you take a bullet for a woman you barely knew," you gasped out, dropping your shoulders. 

The tension in Leon's shoulders seemed to tighten, as he grit his teeth, shaking his head.

"It didn't matter... saving her life doesn't make me any better, if I also am the one that took it."

"You didn't shoot the bullet."

"I might as well have."

  "Leon-"

You're startled when his voice rises, and you can see tears slowly slipping down his eyes.

"How much longer until I fail you the same way...?"

With those words, the tension in the air seems to snap, and his voice sounds so loud. It echoes and reverberates in your heart. His words seem to flow through your very veins, burning a fire through your body. You want to collapse in his arms or hold him in your own. 

You slowly made your way over, taking his face in your hands. His cheeks are soft and wet with tears, as your thumb gently brushes along the ridges. You familiarize yourself with every little detail. The dark circles under his eyes, the tormented look in his pupils, the way his expression seems to soften from your touch. 

His face is warm against your fingers, and it's so quiet you can hear his heartbeat. Leon seems unsure how to react, at first not looking at you but not pulling away either. Standing before you, he's a tormented and beaten man. 

"I'm scared of the day when you realize you can do better than me. That after one too many sleepless nights, you'll decide I'm not worth the effort. That I'm just... too hard to love."

With each word he sounds defeated. His cheeks are flushed, and he's no longer holding back. His tears are now running down, brushing past your fingers. You only tighten your hold, pressing your forehead against his own.

"Baby... I'm with you because I want to be. Every day I wake up and choose to love you, because there's no one in this world more perfect for me than you. When I wake up in the mornings, and the bed is empty, I practically crave your presence. No love is easy, but for you it's worth it. I'm not going anywhere, not without you."

Leon still doesn't meet your eyes, wearing that worried expression. The one that practically makes your blood turn cold, and leaves you frozen in place. Part of you wonders if he even heard your words, but based on his slight shuffling and avoiding your gaze, you assume he did.

You carefully rested your forehead against his own, feeling a slight pinch in your heart. You needed him to believe your words. To know that you were there for him, and wanted him in every way that mattered. 

"Leon... look at me," you whispered, trying to meet his gaze.

He's fidgety at first, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. You can see his back tense, and his chest doesn't even move, almost like he's holding his breath. Then, Leon lifts his eyes shakily to meet yours. The tears hadn't left, and he somehow looked more tired than when the conversation had started. 

"There's nothing wrong with you, and there's nothing you could do to make me love you any less. Raccoon City was a lot."

Leon's blue eyes sort of squint, probably trying to blink tears away, as he gently pulls his face from your grasp. His shoulders are still hunched, as he bends down grabbing the bottle. He turns it in his hands and lets out a hollow laugh.

"You... I wish I could be the person I used to be. The kind of guy you deserve. One who could sleep peacefully through the night. The kind of person... who doesn't scream in his sleep and shove his lover over on the bed. The person who can cook you breakfast, and doesn't wake up hungover and angry. And it hurts, because I know I'm capable of being that guy... that I was that guy. And you never got to meet him. Never got to see what I was like before...what I was like when I was still good. When I deserved someone like you. When you look back on yourself, you're supposed to see growth, but I just feel like I keep stepping back."

You shook your head, your chest tightening with his words. The way he looked, as he paced around the tiny dining room made you feel so helpless. You took a few cautious steps forward, relieved that he doesn't seem to back away. 

In the midst of his rant, you just hug him from behind, wrapping your arms tenderly around his stomach. You bury your face against his bare back, as if you can somehow take on all the weight crushing his shoulders. You can feel his breathing slow, at your touch, as his heart rate increases. 

Then, you feel his back relax, as he just turns and melts into you. Leon rests his chin on your head, practically crushing you with his weight. Your fingers gently comb through his hair, as you try to give him the reassurance you can.

"You've been through a lot Leon, people don't just walk away from the things you have and remain the same. You acknowledge you can do better, so work towards it. I believe in you Leon, and you're still a good man. That's who I fell in love with. That's who I choose to see, even when you don't."

You can feel the blond practically crumble from your words, his cries growing quieter, as he slowly buries his head in your hair. 

"I'd be so lost without you..." he whispered.

"You'll never have to worry about that."

After a little more reassurance, you two made your way back to the bedroom, his head in your lap, as you talked about small things. Random events, funny office moments, stupid choices you both had made in your past, and anything else that came to mind. Anything to help distract him from the memories of that night. 

Within moments, Leon's head rested cozily on your chest, as you stroked his hair, careful not to pull it too tightly. His words had slowly spilled off into silence, and it wasn't long before his eyes closed and you could see the slow rise and fall of his chest. 

The man's face was much softer than it had been before, however his grip around you never loosened. 

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