#sobs thank you ky

[mrsparrasblog]

You're losing me pt. 5

prev. part. first part.

TW: Gun, violence, mentioned rape, gaslighting, medic is shit

It was your last day on sick leave, so you spent it grading papers, cuddling with Winston, and getting distracted by Kyle's messages and his slutty pictures. You were so thankful for Kyle; he never pressed you for what happened with Johnny, just distracted you.

After you send a picture of Winston you heard the bell ringing and rolled your eyes. You knew Kyle never listened when you said not to come over, even though you really needed that time alone right now. Johnny is an artist, even though he didn't admit it, and so was being in a relationship with him. It was like being in a colorful picture, so vibrant. But since you left him, it felt like someone drained out the color; the painting is black and white, no longer golden.

You went to the door, opened it, and to your surprise, it wasn’t Kyle behind the door. She was there, her eyes puffy and red. 

"What do you want?" If she was there to humiliate you, you’re going to throw up. You shortly texted Ky that she was there.

"I wanted to talk to you, I need your help," she sobbed.

Simon always called you one of the nicest people on earth, but right now, it was enough of being nice. "Well, you can ask Johnny for help." You tried to shut your door, but her foot was already between the frame.

"He is the problem."

"What, did he leave you?" you snorted out.

"He threatened to kill me because of the baby." You clearly misheard her. This can't be true, as if you can do anything against Johnny, and as if Johnny would do something against his own teammate.

"Baby?"

"Yes, I'm pregnant, three months." She rubs her nonexistent belly in front of you. Three months? Johnny cheated on you for three months? And a baby? No, this can't be true. Johnny loves babies; he’d never kill a pregnant woman, none of them.

"And he is threatening you?" You asked while slowly trying to pull out your phone again. You knew Si would be here in 4 minutes if you called him.

"Yes, he wants to tell everyone that I raped him, just so I get an abortion." With that, you burst out laughing. This was the worst joke you ever heard. When she wanted you to pull you away from him for real.

"Do you really think I'm that stupid to believe this shit now leave my apartment before I call the police." You already pulled out your phone to dial the number of the police, who are you kidding, dial the number of Simon. Simon and John always explained if something happens to you, call them instead of the police, they solve your problem faster, and that was a gigantic slag-formed problem.

"Bad mistake," she points out a gun to you, calculating. You trained for this situation endless times in school, but it was still different when someone held a gun against you. Would it work to tell her that there are people that love her? Or maybe you should argue with logic.

"When you kill me, they won't forgive you, it's not worth it," you said trying to sound as calm as possible.

"They won't find out," she laughed. God, that woman was batshit crazy.

"Here are cameras," they weren’t recording, but maybe she was stupid enough to believe you.

"They will understand," she said. Maybe she was stupid enough but also crazy enough to not care. There is only the last logical thing you could say to her.

"Then kill me."

"What?" She was surprised at your bluntness, but you knew she couldn’t really kill you, and if Kyle looked at his phone, he would have already been on his way, so you need to get through this for 10 minutes, 10 minutes, and you are safe.

"If you kill me, Johnny will find you, Kyle will break you, Simon will torture you, and John will finish your miserable life, my death isn’t worth this." You slowly walked backward towards the counter, there must be a gun. John put it in there when you first got together. You didn't quite know how to use it, but better than nothing.

"You're right," finally.

"So why don’t we put the gun down and just, you know, talk about it like adults," you suggested, still moving tiny steps backward.

"Stop moving, or I'll kill you," the same words over and over again. She sounded like a broken record recorder. You stopped moving, but this wasn’t enough for her.

"Maybe I should kill your rat, so you listen." Rat? Her gun pointed toward Winston. Fuck, she should better kill you than your baby. You lost complete hope in turning her; she is crazy.

"He is Kyle's dog, not mine. If you kill him, he will be sad." The shake in your voice was evident; tears started to storm out of your eyes; you didn't know what to do anymore.

"Three of four are enough, anyways." Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I can call them; I'll break up with them, just let Winston be safe, okay?"

"Really, you give up your boyfriends for that rat?" She gestured disgusted at your precious baby.

"Yes."

"Okay, call them," you walked to the counter, dialing Simon's number, close enough to the gun. You really hoped they don’t show a sign that they know; they are SAS; they need to understand, right?

"Hello," good, Simon's voice.

"Are the others with you?" You asked, trying not to tremble; she couldn’t find out what you planned.

"Yes, I put them on speaker, luv."

"I'm breaking up with you, with all of you for final this time. John, you're always putting me in danger, Johnny, you're always with her instead of my home, always on deployment with Simon, and you’re carrying all these scary guns with you that make me afraid, and I hate your stupid dog, Kyle." She looked proud and relieved at you, too stupid to realize. But they were smart, right?

"Okay, just give me back my keys to the office, they’re in the cupboard in the kitchen. I don’t want to see you anytime soon, I will pick it up at three tomorrow, bye." She gained heavily, and all you could feel was relief; you looked at the clock; it was 2:57, three minutes, and the gun. God, you loved your smart boys.

"Will you let me go now?" you asked, and she shook her head.

"Just need to make sure that you never go to my boys again, you can understand, right?"

"I'll move abroad if you want, the US, Germany, Italy, call it and I'll be gone." Before she could reply, she heard a loud bang outside, and that was your chance to grab the gun as she turned around, loaded fucking genius John, but not in safety, idiot. And then you shot, closing your eyes. You never did this before; the closest you came was a water gun at the beach; you didn't hit anything major, only her shoulder, but it was enough for her to lose her stance and fall. Seconds after, the boys went in Simon pulled her to the ground like a bulldozer with John. While Kyle and Johnny ran to you.

"Are you okay?" Both men asked, checking you for any injury.

"I don't feel okay."

"We know, love." You wrapped your arms around Johnny and began to sob. You needed him; you missed him and you were so scared. You knew for a fact he didn't cheat on you after that stunt that woman pulled today.

"We'll take care of her; we will be back soon, luv," Simon said with a devious grin while putting his boot on her to press down on her bullet wound.

John and Ghost left with her, and you knew for a fact your shot would be the nicest thing she witnessed in the next few days.

"I shot someone."

"Proud of you, hen."

"Never shoot again, please, babe; you're terrible at it," Kyle joked, but you still felt shitty. He knelt down, hugging Winston tight. "Oh, you've been such a brave and good boy protecting your mama. Let me take you to the park, pup," he said while Winston barked happily. "You two need to talk this out."

"Only we two now, Johnny."

"Aye, only we two."

"Where do we start?"

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A/N : so I added the picture of Eliot to make up for the Angst I write 😭

For any who has a light belly (do you say that in english or only in German lol?) the next chapter will be half torture of her and the other half Johnny and Reader <3

[whyse7vn]

SEVEN -

[ ot7 x reader ]

sevendaysafreak

8 participants - 8 online

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tae: we are watching jungkook slowly become alpha

namjoon: can you be normal today

jk: do you really mean that bro…

tae: with all my heart..

oh my god i’m tearing up

this is what being a real man is about

jimin: begging for pussy??

jk: I DID NOT BEG??

hobi: you harassed that poor woman for a whole week

yoongi: all for a hand hold

y/n: crazy!

tae: okay??

but it was literally real as fuck so does it matter??

jimin: it was real fucking sad

jin: personally if i was her i would of called the police like sexual harassment hello???

yoongi: right

namjoon: it was a great song jungkook

jk: > //// <

i’m blushing

that was me blushing

and i giggled a little

smiling rn

hehehehehe

namjoon: a thank you would of done it

jk: thank u >.<

jimin: she should of punched him

jin: was there need for an explicit version like??

we got the point the first time

i didn’t need to hear how horny you were for a second time

hobi: he just wanted to swear

tae: no he’s just real as fuck you wouldn’t get it

jk: real as fuck

yoongi: ig it was real as fuck for jungkook

he begs for pussy on a daily

jk: proof?

hobi: by bts

y/n: i’ll leak our dms

jk: DON’T DON’T DON’T

i’m sowyy 😣

jimin: i’m gonna punch him

hobi: fucking seven days a week doesn’t seem right

is that not how you get an std?

jk: no?

yoongi: is that not when you fuck multiple people?

y/n: you fuck multiple people jk?

jk: NO?????

jimin: why is ur no a question

hobi: suspicious

jin: jungkook has crabs

tae: that’s a real man disease

y/n: that’s gross

jk: i’m real

jimin: real itchy

namjoon: can we not talk about stds pls

y/n: i bet jay park has a couple of those

jk: ???

jimin: REALLLL

jin: that’s why him and jk are friends bonded over the burn

jk: i’m not his friend anymore

y/n: character development okay!!!

yoongi: was that bcs he stole from you?

jk: stop talking to me rn

jimin: OMG GUYS

yk i had the worst dream ever yesterday tae was in it

tae: and?

jimin: wdym and

tae: i hope you die

namjoon: pls don’t wish death upon people tae

jimin: yeah tae

tae: all of you can fucking die idc!!!

not jungkook tho he real as fuck

y/n: say real as fuck one more time and i’ll snap ur neck

jin: hot asf

yoongi: ew?

tae: nobody wants to see us winning jk it’s sad 😞

jk: i’m sobbing 💔💔😞😞💔💔

tae: they literally told us to kill ourselves

namjoon: literally no one said that

jimin: in fact YOU said you hope i die

jk: he could of meant by natural causes

tae: right i would never tell you to kill ur self that’s sick and evil

yoongi: kys

tae: ur not going to heaven

yoongi: aw man 🙁

hobi: what if we put tae in the electric chair

jin: what if we put tae and jungkook in the electric chair

jk: wtf ☹️

tae: i could easily survive the electric chair it would feel good to me actually

y/n: i’ve been telling you guys for years we need to lock them up

do you actually read the bullshit they say on a daily it’s actually insane they need help

like professional help

jk: i didn’t even say anything

jimin: you don’t need to

we just know

namjoon: i agree

we could send them to a camp

or something

tae: why are you talking about us like we’re not RIGHT here

jungkook get them omg

jk: i can’t go to camp

too much raw air exposure is bad for my skin

and i have a dentist appointment soon

yoongi: raw air?

jin: how soon is ur appointment?

jk: so soon that i can’t go to camp

tae: JUNGKOOK STAND UR GROUND

WE WILL NOT BE PUSHED AROUND

REPEAT AFTER ME

WE WILL NOT BE PUSHED AROUND

namjoon: tae shut up

y/n: right

tae: i liked it better when you guys just ignored me in this gc

now all you do is be mean

jimin: maybe u deserve it

*you definitely deserve it

hobi: stop talking then idk

yoongi: i will gladly ignore you again

jk: i love you tae i’ll listen to you talk

jin: jungkook the biggest dick rider ever

tae: he’s my little dick rider 🥰😍❤️

hobi: yeah definitely stop talking

namjoon: okay!

y/n: oh my god

jimin: ???

yoongi: um

jin: this is what seven was really about

jk: bro..

tae: lol

jimin: you're really gorgeous i would deadass fight 3 mountain lions in a mcdonald's handicap bathroom stall with my hands tied behind my back and my only weapon is a shake weight glued to my forehead just to get a chance to get to know you and take u out tbh

jin: nurse he’s out again

jimin: wrong chat lol

tae: and you wanna put ME in the electric chair

ur all out of ur minds

namjoon: you were gonna send that to someone????

jimin: is it bad?

y/n: so unbelievably bad

jk: blushing

yoongi: wow

tae: yikes

hobi: bts never beating the rizzless allegations

y/n: who were you gonna send that too?

jk: was it me?

yoongi: that was flirting?

jin: probably the notes app

jimin: no one

jin: told you

notes app.

jk: it wasn’t me?

tae: i’ll be nice and give you some better lines jimin dw

jimin: the only lines you have are of coke

tae: nvm fuck you stay bitchless

namjoon: leave jimin alone

jimin: right leave me alone

namjoon: he’ll open up in his own time

jimin: i fucking won’t

you guys deserve to know NOTHING about me

yoongi: okay don’t care kys

jimin: i have a crush

jin: i’m hungry

hobi: is this the same crush you talked about like 4 weeks ago??

jk: on me?

sorry jimin i’m already in love with someone else

yoongi: didn’t ask

jk: i won’t tell you who it is it’s a secret

namjoon: a secret from who??

jk: what does that mean…

namjoon: don’t we all know…

jin: i SAID i’m hungry

jimin: all you do is eat like omg??

get a job or something??????

jin: i have a job

i serve face for a living i would suggest you look into it since you have so much free time to BULLY and HARASS others but with a face like urs idk if you’ll make the cut

y/n: wow

jimin: i’m not reading all that 💀

y/n: never use that emoji again ew

jimin: 💀💀💀💀💀

y/n: this is why whoever ur trying to rizz up probably thinks ur a loser

yoongi: is it taemin again?

tae: ew you run back to taemin every 4 months it’s kinda embarrassing

jimin: taehyung you actually need to shut ur mouth

breathing the same air as you is embarrassing

and at least i have someone to run back to you are actually genuinely bitchless

tae: u are taemin’s bitch

so technically ur as bitchless

yoongi: gay

jk: don’t be a homocrome

namjoon: stop talking

jimin: it’s not even taemin so shut the hell up

i’m not talking about this anymore

moving on

hobi: what is your mbti guys

jk: physical touch

namjoon: that wasn’t the question

y/n: just say ur horny and go omg

jin: don’t

seven was actually enough

i will hear NO more about jungkooks sex life

everything i have learnt has been without my consent

my lawyers will be in touch

jk: my lawyers are ur lawyers

jin: not anymore

jk: omg…

hobi: oh my oh my god

namjoon: jin stop facetiming me i’m not answering

jin: pls joon pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee

namjoon: i’m not sitting there for you to look at urself in the camera for an hour

i have things to do

jimin: that sounds like very jobless behaviour to me tbh

jin: you can’t be ugly and jealous pls pick a struggle

tae: and rizzless

hobi: i know ur not talking…

tae: ????

hobi: tae i need you to do some self reflection

tae: okay?

i’m hot as fuck

cool as fuck

and real as fuck

i feel well reflected ty for suggesting that hoseok

y/n: i told you i’m gonna snap ur neck if you said that again

start running

jin: coming to watch 🥰

[charliemwrites]

Ok hear me out:

One day researcher just fucking breaks because it's an anniversary of something really traumatic

Like they stay in the lab for a bit too long adn forget the date and time... and then check their phone and start sobbing

What does Gaz do?

-🧪

Hello again, 🧪!!

Gaz would think at first that all their data/designs got deleted again. It’s happened before - it was a bad day. But this is worse, he can tell as soon as he gets to their side. They press into his chest, mumbling that it’s “that day” and he knows immediately that this is something different.

He doesn’t try to remove them from the lab, he knows that that’s where they feel safest. He guides them to a corner of lab where all the armor and stuff is, where they’re surrounded by all their success. He sits down with them on the ground and loops an arm around their shoulders, lets them lean into him and just cry it out.

When/if they’re ready to talk about it, he listens and casually makes a list to track down whoever’s made them so upset like this. Doesn’t matter if it’s an entire terrorist organization, they’re done. He’ll see to it personally.

Once they’ve calmed a bit, they just sit there for a while, appreciating that they’ve never felt safer than with him.

“Thank you for being here, Ky,” they murmur.

“Always, chickadee. Any chance I can get you to sip some water? You got some water to make up for.”

[sheepieberry]

Your Kylar is very pretty, I really like the way you draw him^^.

You can totally ignore this request

Would you be willing to draw Sydney? I'm just really curious to see how he would look in your stile. (If you've already drawn him then plz ignore this :> .)

AWWW THANK UUUUUUUU I love making Ky as cutie and sweaty as possible 💚💚🥰

THANK U FOR THE REQ!!!! IM VERY HAPPY TO DRAW A SYD!!!! (I need to practice drawing IL’s other than kylar either way,,,, sobs)

Here he is!!! Plus some extras that are a bit old!!!

[hockybish]

Girly: hey can you bring up a can of that ginger soda  Lover: still having issues? Girly: yea Lover: ill be up soon Lover: ♥️

Cole pocketed his phone and went about getting the fizzy drink for Kylie, his girl, who was currently regurgitating the contents of her stomach. He grabbed a chilled soda from the fridge and added a curly straw for a little bit of fun. He was about to head up to her when he was stopped by her brother. 

“Is that for Ky? Is she still not feeling well?” Trevor hopped over the back of the couch when he saw Cole headed towards the stairs. “I can bring it to her.” 

“No I got it.” Cole shrugged. She is his girlfriend, although nobody knew that at the time. “You just go back to playing chel, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“But I’m her brother.” Trevor reminded his friend.

Yes that was true, but he was the one to put her in the predicament she was in. He was reason why she had practically made a bed in the upstairs bathroom because she was constantly getting sick from the baby, that Trevor still had no idea about.

"I know, but she did message me and I am her best friend. So I'm just gonna go." He made a run for it up the stairs and to the bathroom that was conjoined to her room.

"Here is your drink you ordered madam." Cole smiled, trying to lighten the mood while hand Kylie Zegras the drink. She thanked him and started taking big gulps through the straw. "Sips. Don't want you throwing it back up."

"It's gonna come back up no matter what." Kylie listens to what her boyfriend suggested and sipped the fizzy beverage. But it didn't take her long to lean back over the toilet and throw up again. The morning sickness, which was more like every time of the day sickness, was kicking her butt lately.

Cole slipped in behind her so he could hold them as she got sick once more. He didn't like this part, but it was all part of the process. He wished they could just jump to the part where they could hold the little one.

"It's time to tell my brother. He's getting suspicious and we're not going to be able to hide the bump for much longer." Kylie wiped her mouth, gurgling a bit of water to get the taste out of her mouth before leaning back into her favorite pillow.

She was at least three months along. There was a bump starting grow and one could see it, if they knew what to look for. The other day Kylie had an appointment that Cole wasn't able to make, and what happened at the appointment made her want to come clean to her brother about everything.

"Are you sure want to babe? I kinda don't want to murder and I think he will definetly murder me." Cole started rubbing circles into her arms and back, making his way down her body and to her belly. He was trying to get her to relax some more and maybe even get a little nap in.

"He's gonna find out eventually Coley. Especially when the ducks play the habs and there a freaking ba-" Kylie was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. She didn't feel a vibration come Cole, that must have meant that someone must have walked in on them, and what if, oh no...

Looking up from her position on the ground there stood Trevor leaning against the wooden doorframe with his arms crossed, looking ... well there was no real expression on his face. He refused to meet their gazes, opting look at the floor.

"You fucked my sister? And now you're pregnant?" Trevor directed a question to each member of the couple who just looked at him, in disbelief, unsure of really what to say or do next.

Kylie opened her mouth and was about to say something, give some sort of reasoning or excuse or explain herself in anyway, but her stomach turned and had her leaning over the bowl again.

She sobbed as the bile burned her throat. "Hey hey, it's okay, let it out" Cole encouraged inbetween placing kisses in the crook of her neck and along the backside. It was hard for him to tear his eyes away.

Trevor watched the interaction between Kylie and Cole and he couldn't help feel the love Cole had for his twin. He guessed he could get used to this, to them. He would have to if he wanted to be the best uncle.

He just needs to get over this feeling of betrayal.

"Wait Trev there's more." She called to her brother and grabbed onto the boy behind her's hand for courage and he hadn't heard this news yet either and she wanted to make sure he was listening because she was about to throw another curve ball.

"It's twins. We're having twins" Kylie nervously looked at the two boys.

Let me know what y'all think!

[daisies-daydreams]

hello! ^^ would you be up for writing some Gaz/Price hurt/comfort? The details I'll leave up to you and your wonderfully creative brain, I'm sure I'll love anything you write :3

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Everything's Alright (Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x F!Reader)

Pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x F!Reader Category: Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Depictions of Infertility, Low Self-Esteem, Nudity (non-sexual), Swearing Word Count: TBA A/N: Hi there! Thank you very much for your request. I honestly feel like I haven't written for Gaz as much - so I'm glad to see a request for him in my inbox! I hope you enjoy! Song Rec: Everything's Alright (Laura Shigihara - To the Moon OST)

You flinched when you felt someone lay a hand on your shoulder.

"Thought I'd find you out here," your husband, Kyle, drawled with a soft look in his eyes. You sniffed and wiped at your puffy cheeks as you turned your attention back to the crystal blue lake lapping at the sandy shore.

"Mind if I sit?" he asked. You remained silent, your voice long gone from the wailing that echoed through the small lakeside cabin for hours on end. You eventually gave a small nod as you pulled your knees up to your chest, your long dress billowing in the cool summer wind. Kyle grunted as he sat next to you on the porch swing, the windchimes hanging just above your heads singing as a strong breeze passed through the valley. A heavy silence remained between the two of you as you gently swayed on the swing.

"I'm so sorry," you gulped and rested your forehead on your knees. Kyle turned to you. You tensed as he laid a hand on your upper back and rubbed it tenderly. You choked on another sob as you shook your head. "I-I thought that it would really work this time," you cried as you clutched the negative pregnancy test in your fist. Your husband suddenly pulled you into his side, your tears soaking his soft, dark t-shirt all the way through. A low rumble rose from his chest as he stroked his fingers through your hair and pressed his lips to the crown of your head.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry," you repeated as you trembled in his arms. Kyle hushed you as he continued to delicately brush your hair.

"It's alright. We'll just try again next-" you shook your head as you curled his shirt in your other fist. You gritted your teeth as you desperately fought the urge to scream into his chest.

"I don't want to, Kyle," you choked. He immediately rested a hand on your lower back as you clenched your jaw. "I'm not ready to be disappointed again...to disappoint you again," you confessed with a heavy sob. Your husband pulled back a little, his dark brows furrowed.

"Honey...what are you talking about? You've never disappointed me," he frowned while brushing a strand of messy hair from your face. You sniffled and shook your head.

"I just...we've been trying to have a baby for so long, Ky," you sighed while bracing your hands on his chest. Your husband's brows remained knitted together as you took a deep breath. "You've always wanted a family of your own, and I-I can't give that to you," your eyes burned as more tears rolled down your cheeks. "I'm so, so sorry..." you said with a broken cry. Kyle shook his head as he suddenly pulled you onto his lap, his lips gently pressed to your temple as he cooed.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, love," your beloved whispered. His words did little to comfort your aching heart as your body grew unbearably heavy. The porch swing continued to sway in the summer winds as the sky began to dance with bright oranges and navy blues. "You've done nothing wrong, (Y/N)," Kyle continued before peppering your face with soft kisses. You sighed heavily as you kept your hands on his body.

"B-But you've always wanted kids of your own," you muttered with a frown. Kyle hummed as he stroked your arm and lower back.

"I did always say that...but - look at me," he said a bit firmly. You refused to gaze into his eyes, a small part of you still afraid that your husband would be staring at you in disgust. You swallowed thickly before shifting your gaze, your heart melting a little when you met his soft, brown eyes. Kyle grinned before he pecked your forehead. He sighed as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Just because we haven't been able to have kids of our own doesn't make me think any less of you," he whispered softly. Your cheeks warmed while your heart skipped a beat. "I didn't marry you just to have some kids, (Y/N). I married you because you're witty," he kissed your nose. "Compassionate," his lips found purchase on your cheek before he cupped your face. "And overall...the most wonderful woman I've ever met," Kyle murmured before planting a tender kiss to your lips. You sighed and relaxed in his arms as you rested a hand on his shoulder, your warm lips dancing with his in a slow, sweet dance. You sighed as the two of you parted.

"I thought you said you married me because I had a nice ass?" you raised a brow while trying to break the tension inside you. Kyle blinked before a small chuckle escaped his lips.

"I was drunk when I said that, lovie," he explained. "But that might be another reason," Kyle added with a wink. You rolled your eyes as he laughed. His cheerful expression slowly shifted as he took a deep breath. "How are you feeling now?" he asked with a gentle voice. You sighed and shifted in his lap.

"A little better, but not one-hundred percent," you frowned while smoothing your hands over his shoulders. Kyle hummed as he rested his hands on your hips.

"That's understandable," he said. You nodded and looked away, the voice of shame still reverberating inside your mind. You gasped when Kyle suddenly picked you up bridal style and started to make his way inside.

"Ky?" you blinked as he marched through the double doors and made a sharp turn towards the master bedroom. You tilted your head when he set you down on the edge of the tub. His expression was still soft as he turned on the faucet, his lips curled into an eager smile as his eyes lit up.

"Would you let me pamper you tonight, lovie?" he cooed before taking your hand and pressing his lips to your knuckles. Your cheeks flushed as a small smile crept over your features.

"Oh, Kyle," you breathed before pulling him into a tight hug. Your husband chuckled softly as he kissed your temple. You sighed as he rolled your dress above your shoulders, his eyes soft and lit with pure affection while he helped you undress. Soon both of your sets of clothes were piled onto the floor before he turned off the faucet.

"M'lady," Kyle said as he took your hand and ushered you into the tub.

"Thank you, Sir Garrick," you giggled as he helped you in. You sighed as the warm water surrounded your skin, drawing you to sink further into the tub. Kyle hummed as he slipped in behind you, his muscular legs on either side of your body as you leaned back. Your heart fluttered as your husband wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his nose into the back of your head.

"Kyle?" you piped up. Your beloved grunted in reply as he continued to hold you. You bit your lip as you took a deep breath. "Did you really mean what you said on the deck?" you asked, your voice wavering as a lump swelled in your throat. Kyle shifted behind you, his warm breath falling over your shoulder as he sighed.

"Of course I did, baby," he murmured before planting a soft peck to your exposed skin. "Each and every word," he continued while lovingly stroking your arms. You swallowed with a quiet nod. "You still having thoughts about it?" Kyle whispered into your ear. Your throat tightened as you dipped your head down.

"Yeah," you simply replied. Your beloved nodded before resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You still wanna talk about it?" he asked. You sighed heavily and watched the water ripple around your legs.

"I...I don't know," you confessed before closing your eyes. You felt him nod again before he reached over and grabbed the luffa.

"Why don't I scrub your back for you, hm?" he suggested with a gentle tone. You cracked a small grin before you leaned forward.

"That sounds wonderful," you beamed. Kyle returned your smile before he spread some rose-scented body wash onto the plush luffa. You closed your eyes as he began to gently scrub your back, each stroke leaving your muscles more and more relaxed. You smiled as he poured water onto your back, the sound lulling you closer to sleep.

"You want me to keep going?" Kyle asked. You slowly opened your eyes and yawned.

"If you want to," you said. Your husband clicked his tongue.

"Doesn't matter what I want right now: tonight's about pampering you," he said with a slow peck on your cheek. You smiled tiredly as your body began to feel heavy.

"Could we...could we get out and cuddle in bed instead?" you asked. Kyle chuckled as he set the luffa aside.

"Absolutely," he grinned. You squealed as he picked you up bridal style again before wrapping a fresh, fluffy towel around you. You watched as he unplugged the drain before wrapping a towel around his waist.

The two of you shuffled into the bedroom, the ceiling fan humming lowly as you dried yourselves off. You smiled as you slipped beneath the comforter, your eyelids growing heavier by the second as your husband shuffled in beside you. You rested your head against his chest as he wrapped his toned arms around you and hooked his ankle over yours. Your mind began to drift as you listened to the steady beating of his heart.

"I love you, (Y/N)," Kyle murmured while mindlessly tracing shapes against your upper back. You opened your eyes and glanced up, smiling as you kissed his warm, plush lips.

"I love you, too, Ky," you whispered back. Soon enough, the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms, the warmth and love from your husband filling the empty cracks in your heart as you drifted off to sleep.

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Twins

This fic is based on James Maddison's twin baby announcement, you voted for Kylian to have this fic so enjoy!! Kylian Mbappe Word Count: 790 The work day had flown by, you were finishing early as you were heading to the PSG game. You could barely keep your eyes open you were that tired, it was like you needed a 12 hour nap.

Getting home and stuffing your face with a bit to eat before you needed to head back out yet again. Changing into suitable clothes for the game as you rushed straight out again. "Hello" you waved your pass to the front of the stadium staff as you made your way to the stand. The overwhelming feeling of feeling absolutely exhausted was still there, you could barely keep your eyes open but you didn't want to disappoint Kylian and not turn up to his game. The game ended in a 3-0 victory for PSG, Kylian having an amazing game as usual. "Hey love" Kylian face lit up as he saw you walking over to him. "Hello KyKy, you had a great game" you smiled as you embraced him in a cuddle. "Thank you angel, let's get home. You want food?" he asked as he took your hand in his. "I am not hungry, I haven't felt hungry all day" you shrugged. "That isn't like you babe, is everything okay?" he asked as you made your way to the car. "I don't know, I haven't felt right all day. I have felt so exhausted all day and it's just strange. I don't know why, maybe I have been over doing it or something" you told him as you sat in the car and drove home. - The past few days you were feeling the same, you noticed your stomach start to cramp up a little bit assuming your period was on it's way. You checked your phone to see what the time was when you saw a notification pop up saying period 6 days late. "Fuck" you blurted out loud, forgetting that Kylian was fast asleep beside you as you turned to see if you'd woken him up and you did as you watched as his eyes slowly open as he put his hand around your waist as you were sitting on the edge of the bed. "You okay?" he muttered sleepily. "I have some pain, I am late too" you turned to face him. "What is your period?" he questioned as you simply nodded at him. "Do you think you're pregnant?" he asked as you nodded. "I will go and grab a test, hoping I don't see anyone" you got up slowly as you felt the room was spinning. "Go back to sleep Ky, I'll be back soon" you whispered as you chucked on some fresh pair of clothes on as you headed out to the local pharmacy. Not entirely sure what one to pick, you seem to have two in your hand as you paid at the till and practically ran to the car, with all the emotions flowing that you were about to take a pregnancy test. "Got it" you shouted as you walked through the house as Kylian was in the kitchen making himself some food. "Want to go take it?" he asked as he followed behind you as you made your way to the bathroom. "I'm so scared" you mumbled as you opened the wrapper of the test as you read the instructions. "You stand outside, you are not watching me have a wee Ky" you laughed, through the nerves as you practically pushed him out of the bathroom as you did your business. "Is it done?" Kylian asked as you pushed the door open for him to come in as he stood patiently staring at the test. "Oh my god" you whispered as you watched as the test appeared with the words Pregnant 2 weeks. "I I- we are having a baby" you burst out crying. "Oh darling, come here" he held you tightly in his arms as you sobbed on his sleeve. "Hey it is okay darling, congratulations to us" Kylian pulled you as he gently wiped the tears away from your face. "Thank you, we haven't spoken about having a baby though. You're not mad though are you?" you asked as you took another look at the test. "No no baby, why would I be mad? I am so happy, please don't feel sad this is supposed to be a happy time with us having a baby" he put his hands on your stomach as you looked down, placing your hand on top of his. "I don't know how to feel, I am scared. My belly is doing somersaults knowing that there is a baby in here" you whispered as you held him tightly as you could. Knowing that you were excited for your next journey to begin. - There will be a part 2, let me know what you think of this fic!!

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Asking this knowing it will break my heart- Stan being a Vet Tech while being the biggest animal lover and extremely sensitive must be ROUGH.. is there any specific times he’s been really affected by something that happened at work 💔💔

I know Ky and Moose will help their boy though 🤓

Oh my god YES holy shit our boy OJV Stan gets so attached to every animal he works with and like Wendy runs the front desk and has totally implemented a rule that Stan does NOT get to see any pets coming in for euthanasia. The whole clinic squad knows that would break his heart. Stan is such a good pet doctor man and his patient’s humans love him too, like a sweet old lady with a cat coming in and he’s like “uh oh Fluffy did you get into the yarn box again” “I’ll tell ya, I don’t know if she ate any of it this time but I figured you could check” lmao. The main vet handles most of diagnosing and everything, but a lot of the regulars request Stan to assist because he’s AWESOME at keeping the patients calm. They all adore him as they should.

Like even when a patient is super nervous and panics and even hurts someone (I’m never getting over the fact that this boy got his ribs broken and was more worried about the horse than himself lmfao) he LOVES those animals.

It does destroy him when there’s an emergency and he can’t save the critter. I’m a lot like Stan in that I’m a vegetarian animal lover fantasy dork, which this why I’ll never write out an animal death (hence why we’ve just decided Moose is immortal), and I have a headcanon about a time a pet death really upset him.

Someone had been a regular for years at the clinic with a parrot named Quito. Quito was old as hell, his favorite word to squawk was “fuck”, and he would trill the national anthem and Stan found him FUCKING HILARIOUS. but Quito had lived a longggg life and his human eventually had to make the decision to put him down because he was dying. Stan was devastated for real. Like yes it comes with the job, and the staff knows him well enough to make sure he doesn’t see any of the dead animals, like this is the man who starts crying because a sick puppy on the exam table wagged it’s tail at him (oh my god y’all he’s so good at petting creatures he knows exactly where to scratch fuck ojv Stan is the most precious boy) and after that parrot passed on, he started sobbing in the back room, had to go home early.

My boy called Kenny on the drive home and THANK GOD it was a Saturday and Kyle wasn’t at work, bc Stan immediately wrapped himself around Ky and just held him, one hand on Moose’s little head, begging them both to “please never die” (holy fuck i am crying. It is 4 in the morning and I’m genuinely struggling to see because I’m crying) and if you’re familiar with the Moose origin story, u know that that kitty is named Moose because Stan, in a depressive slump, had been reading his favorite kids books and “Thidwick The Big Hearted Moose” was the one he’d been reading the day before someone brought a certain little brown kitten into the shelter he was volunteering at. And Kyle, ever perceptive, knowing his sbf inside and out, seeing he’s really in need of comfort, reads him (and Moose) that Dr Suess book, about the moose who let all the woodland creatures make a home in his antlers. Because that’s Stan.

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Happy birthday friend!!! Hope you have a great one!! 💜💙

GENUINELY I MIGHT SOB RIGHT NOW IN FRONT OF ALL KY FRIENDS 😭😭😭😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH APPIE!!!!!!!!!!

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If I'm There: Chapter Fifteen

read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie meet in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

warnings: underage drinking, unprotected sex (ope), mentions of depression and alcoholic parents.

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When I read New Moon for the first time I thought Bella was being dramatic, sitting in front of her bedroom window just staring as time passed and seasons changed. How could your boyfriend breaking up with you leave someone such a shell?

I understand now.

Time isn’t just passing by me, it’s passing through me. School and work blur together, I’m still doing relatively well in my classes but I’m not giving it much effort and my teachers have noticed. Maggie tried to pull me out of my funk and invited me out to hang out, but I constantly came up with excuses to get out of it.

Mom comes home in November and I don’t register her arrival. Maybe if she had been a normal mom I could have been the kind of teenager that could keep up with her cool rockstar boyfriend. I wouldn’t have had to be nerdy Natalie, too focused on school to step away and have fun.

Thanksgiving is as eventful as you could imagine. Mom and Dad are trying to make us seem like a big happy family again like nothing happened. Of course a week later we find Mom’s stash of vodka in her sock drawer and she sobs while dad packs her bag to haul her back off to rehab.

I don’t react. I don’t care.

Nick texts me every once in a while but I usually ignore him. I know that’s mean but I don’t want to hear about the tour or Noah. Who doesn’t reach out at all. Jerk. I take all the pictures I had of us printed out together and shove them in an old shoebox. I throw in the shirts he gave me too, along with the cd and that stupid wolf drawing I kept and bury it in the back of my closet.

“Natty, come on. Let's just get out of the house, we can go to a movie?” Kyle has been trying to make me feel better, he feels responsible for what happened with Noah. I don’t think so, he didn’t force Noah to break up with me. No. Noah did that all on his own. We end up going to see some stupid action movie, I don’t pay attention to it.

Suddenly it’s December and finals are done. The semester is over, only a few more months and highschool is done.

It’s Christmas and Kyle got me a new set of ink markers and a sketchbook. “You haven’t been drawing much, thought a new sketchbook would inspire you.” Kyle says.

I try to smile, turning through the crisp clean pages. “Thank you Ky. I’m sorry, I didn’t get you anything…” my voice disappears. “I just lost track of time.”

He nods in understanding, “no worries sis, you can draw me something” he nudges me and laughs.

“Yeah, of course.” I curl up onto the couch with the empty page in front of me. I end up drawing a skeleton hand sticking up its middle finger. I rip it out of the book and hand it to him. He laughs “thanks Natty, very festive” he jokes and a small laugh escapes me.

A week later it’s New Year’s Eve and Kyle is trying to get me to go to a party with him.

“Come on Natty, you’ll have fun!” He tries to convince me but it’s not working. “Really, I’ll be fine. I’m just going to head to bed early. You should go have fun Ky.”

He reluctantly leaves me and I’m digging in my fridge smelling leftovers when I hear the doorbell.

Walking over I open the door and Maggie barges past me dressed in a beautiful silver body-con dress, her curly hair is bouncy and her make up is sparkly and bright. Perfect for New Year’s Eve. “Um..hello to you too Mags, what are you doing here?” She gives me a once over and huffs an annoyed breath. “Well after you go take the shower you desperately need. We’re getting you dressed up and going to the party Hunter is hosting a few streets away.” Hunter is the guy that works at the coffee shop that’s a year older than us. We work together some weeknights and he’s nice enough.

“Uhhh I don’t know Maggie, I’m not really in the party mood.” I tell her as I pick aimlessly at my oversized hoodie.

“I don’t care. You’ve been sad about that idiot long enough. It’s time to start living again and show everyone what a mistake it was letting you go. The first of the year is the perfect time to start!” She encourages me and ushers me up the stairs towards my room.

Thirty minutes later I’m shaved, moisturized and sitting in front of my vanity while Maggie applies my makeup. She brought a dress for me to wear, it’s a deep cut golden glittering dress that hits me in the middle of my thighs. She brought a matching pair of gold heels and I put on my small gold hoops. She’s finishing up with a light mist of setting spray and moving on to my hair. Maggie thinks I will look good with loose curls with one side pinned back. I decide to let her take full control and when she’s done I look like a different person. Well, not exactly. I look like me, just not like I’m used to. My boobs are pushed up because of the bra Maggie brought for me so they look incredible and my skin is glowing because of the luminous powder Maggie dusted me with. I feel good. For the first time since Noah dumped me, I actually feel good.

I turn to hug Maggie, “thank you.” Her arms wrap around me returning my hug. “You’re welcome Nat, now let’s go party!” Giggling, we run down the stairs together.

Hunter's house is about a ten minute walk from my house. It’s a cold night but when I reached for a jacket on my way out of the door, Maggie told me not too. That “the party would heat me up,” whatever that meant. As we round the block and head down the street towards the party my skin prickles with goose bumps and I rub my hands up and down them to warm up. Maggie sees the house and points it out. It's a big white two story colonial with warm white Christmas lights lighting it up.

The front door is open but thankfully Maggie was right and it's warm inside the crowded house. “Okay, now lets go grab a drink!” Maggie calls out over the music. A DJ that I noticed in the corner of the cleared out living room is playing “We Found Love” by Calvin Harris and I have to laugh at the irony. I follow Maggie to the kitchen where there is more alcohol surrounding the kitchen island than I’ve ever seen. She mixes two cups and hands one of them to me. I hesitate to grab it at first but eventually I take it “what the hell,” I say and take a big gulp. The alcohol burns my throat going down but leaves a warming sensation in my stomach. “Woo! Lets party Natty!!”

Maggie cheers as she raises her cup in toast and takes a sip. The crowd, the loud music and the hungry eyes that have been checking me out since we got here have me slightly nervous. I want to have fun, I want to get out of my funk and have a good time. I take the drink and chug it all down. “Another one please,” I hold out the cup to Maggie and she looks at me surprised. “Alright Natty, careful now. I don’t want you to get sick.” she warns gently. “Trust me, I'll be fine, I come from a long line of alcoholics.” I mean it to come out as a joke but Maggie just looks slightly concerned. “It's just a joke Mags, I’ll be fine.” She nods and mixes me another drink and hands it over.

I take it and we wander out towards the dance floor. It’s only 10:30 so we have plenty of time until midnight. I think the DJ is doing a countdown of songs of the year because now he’s playing “I Love It” by Icona Pop. Maggie and I are dancing and I can feel myself loosening up, swaying my hips and jumping to the beat. I feel more alive than I have in weeks. I am so thankful to have a friend like Maggie.

The next hour is a mix of dancing and drinking, I am playing a round of flip cup in the backyard. My team wins and two other senior boys that I think are on the football team I was playing with lift me up onto their shoulders in celebration. I’m laughing and definitely drunk at this point and when I look up towards the back porch and feel like my eyes deceive me and I have to do a double take.

It’s Nick and Noah. He’s here. Why is he here? He’s looking at me with wide eyes and then looking down at the very large football players that are currently holding me up and his eyes squint into a glare. I tap the boys shoulders and they place me gently back on the floor. “Thanks for the lift boys.” I joke and we share a laugh.

My eyes shift back towards the porch and Nick and Noah are gone…was I just seeing things? I am pretty drunk so It’s likely.

I walk over to Maggie and she’s looking down at her phone texting, when she looks up and see’s me she quickly puts her phone behind her back.

I eye her suspiciously. “What are you up too?” I ask.

She smiles wide and tries to tilt her head to act innocent. “Well…maybe Nick texted that him and Noah were in town…and maybe I told him where the party was.”

My eyes bugg out and I lightly push her shoulder. “Maggie! Why would you do that!! Since when are you two texting?!” She grabs my drink and hands it to me and with the added surprise I throw it back instantly. “He texts me occasionally to see how everything is going? How you’re doing, since you don’t respond to his texts….” I roll my eyes. “I’m not going to talk to them. I don't care that he’s here. I’m having fun and I’m going to dance some more.” I turn and head back towards the house. “Are you coming?” I ask back towards Maggie and she follows after.

Grabbing Maggies hand I get back onto the dancefloor with new found enthusiasm. My hips are swaying and my hands are above my head, my hair is swinging side to side. Maggie is dancing in front of me and I suddenly feel hands on my waist. Looking back I see it’s Hunter. “Nice party Hunter.” I tell him. He smiles, “Nice dress Natalie, you looks hot.” I blush at his compliment. “Thanks.” I don’t know what comes over me but I know my dancing with Hunter is becoming riskier. My back is pressed completely against his front and his strong hands are gripping my waist.

Suddenly I’m being ripped off the dance floor and away from Hunter and Maggie. “What the fuck!” I squeal, turning to see how grabbed me. I see none other than Noah.

“Put me down Noah! Right now!” I yell at him over the music. I wiggle and kick to get out of his grip but he’s too strong and I’m too drunk to figure out how to escape with any of my karate skills. What’s the point of having a black belt if I can’t remember how to break out of a hold after a few drinks. More than a few drinks I guess as the world spins and I’m set back down on my feet in the cold night air.

“Natalie, what the Hell are you doing?!” Noah says in an explosive tone.

It takes me a moment to react. To fight past the feelings of relief in seeing him. To dig deep into myself for the anger. “Excuse me?” I say and my voice is dripping with venom. “Who the FUCK do you think you are?! Wisking in to pull me away while I’m finally having fun!” I yell not caring who hears and his eyes dark around. I fight the compulsion to get closer to him, the need to reach out and touch him to see if he’s real.

He just ignores my yelling and asks again “what’s going on Natty, you’re drunk dancing on some guy? That's not like you.”

I laugh out loud “ha! What happened?! Seriously? Well..let me see.” I say in a mocking tone and tap my finger against my chin. “My boyfriend dumped me and then left without a word, then, my Mom immediately relapsed when she got home from rehab and I fell into a pit of depression that my best friend dug me out of. She brought me out to party tonight and that’s exactly what I was doing. I’m at a party. I’m partying.” My voice despite slurring slightly is resolved. He eyes me up and down, his hand reaching out, hesitating and then dropping back to his side. “You’re barely clothed. You never dress like this” he snides, “and you're drunk. I thought you didn’t drink?” He asks.

“Yeah well, I thought you said you’d love me forever but I guess things change. And you’re drunk too! How are you judging me for that right now and as for the outfit? Everyone else thinks I look hot. I know Hunter did. Should we go ask?” I know I’m pushing him but I don’t care. I move to get past him and he holds out his arm, stopping me. “No need. I know exactly what he was thinking. I saw his face, how he was looking at you like a piece of meat.” Noah’s voice sounds tormented, like watching me dance with Hunter was painful. “Well Noah! He can look at me however he wants! And I can dance with whoever I want and I can kiss whoever I want! And if I want to, I can FUCK whoever I want! You dumped me, remember? You don’t get to come back and act like my big protector anymore.” Forgetting my previous restraint I end up growling out all of this about an inch from Noah’s face. He backs me back up against the wall and keeps the distance the same. We’re nose to nose and I hear a rumble in his chest. “You deserve better than him, better than me.” My eyes roll, “oh fuck off with that. I am perfectly capable of making that kind of decision myself”

We can hear the countdown begin inside the house.

TEN…

NINE…

“I’m just trying to help you Nat, that guys bad news”

EIGHT…

SEVEN…

“Hilarious, that’s exactly what people told me about you.”

FIVE….

FOUR…

“Maybe you should have listened.” His eyes fall to my lips and I can feel deep down that I’m done for.

THREE…

TWO….

“Is that what you wished had happened. That you had stayed away from me?”

ONE... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!

I shake my head and without thinking, maybe due to the drinks or because Noah is finally back in front of me and I still desperately miss him despite the heartbreak. I pull him even closer and kiss him.

At first he’s stiff, hands and body stilled until my fingers toy with the hair at the nape of his neck and he comes alive. Grabbing me back and kissing me fiercely, like a man starved and I’m the only water he’s seen in weeks, months, years.

Fireworks explode in the background and we burst apart when the rest of the party runs outside to watch the sky glitter with a chorus of colors.

Staring at each other, mouths red and swollen from our harsh kiss, he looks me up and down again and says “fuck it, do you want to get out of here?”

I nod silently and Noah takes my hand and leads me away from the party and down the street heading towards my house. Praying to the universe that Kyle isn’t home and pushing away the thoughts that are asking “is this a good idea?” “What’s going on here?” I don’t care. We kissed and everything fell away.

I am so weak.

Apparently so is he, his whole “you deserve better” thing flew out the window the second our lips touched again.

The cold air sobers us up a bit by the time we’re sitting on the floor against my bed awkwardly.

“Um, I found a stash of my moms vodka my dad didn’t catch if you want another drink?” I ask and fidget with the bottom of my dress. His eyes track my fingers on my thighs and he mumbles out a quiet “sure.”

I run out of the room back downstairs to grab two cups, filling them with ice and cranberry juice. Next, I go into the pantry and look behind the five pound sack of flour and still sitting there, a tad dusty, is half a handle of whipped cream vodka. I pour some in each drink and take the cups along with the bottle back upstairs.

Noah has moved to now sit on my bed, his head against my headboard. “I missed your room, it smells like you” he says softly as I hand him the drink.

“Yeah, well hopefully by that you don’t mean you miss my BO. I’d have to call you out for that one” I try to joke and diffuse the awkwardness. He chuckles and takes a sip of the drink. “This is good. Um, butno I don’t mean you’re BO. It just smells good. Like you”

I smile and take a sip of my own drink. “Thanks then, I guess”

We drink in comfortable silence finishing our drinks and refill the cups with another shot of the vodka. There’s not as much cranberry hiding the flavor but the sweetness of the whipped cream in the vodka is pretty easy to get down. The closeness, the renewed alcohol in our systems brings me back into my warm drunken state.

“How have you been Natty?” His eyes are downcast, not risking seeing the pain that flashes in my eyes at his question.

“I’ve been better, but Maggie has been helping me. Nick texts me sometimes, I should be better about responding. How have you been?” I ask, but I keep my eyes fixed on him.

He lifts his head and meets my gaze, “pretty shit without you to be honest, I shouldn’t have ended it like that.” His words are soft and lure me in.

“But you still would have done it?” I ask and take another sip, easing the nerves creeping up.

“I should say yes. I think you deserve so much more Nat. You deserve everything, attention and support and no drama.” His fingers trail from resting beside him to tracing the hem of my dress and I chug down the rest of the cup and set it aside. “What is life without drama?” I ask and fight against the urge to lean forward towards his warmth.

“A life free of sadness and anger?” his voice is melancholy and I feel my heart cracking again.

“Those come with life regardless. They are unavoidable for everyone.” Like an invisible force field shatters, I place my hand delicately on his shoulder, “you brought much more into my life than sadness and anger” I whisper to him, afraid of putting so much of myself out into the open but, the effects of drinking seem to have broken down my boundaries.

“You brought everything into my life” Noah replies and moves swiftly capturing my lips in a firm kiss and I instantly melt into him. Scrambling I slot my things on either side of him and tangle my hands into his hair. His hands grip my waist and move to squeeze my ass and bring me even closer. “Noah, Noah, I need you” I whimper in between kisses and he slides his hands under my dress and squeezes my flesh.

“Fuck, Natalie. I missed you so much” he says into my neck as he kisses up and down. He reaches around and unzips the back of my dress and lets it fall down my arms and around my waist.

He unhooks my bra and I rip his shirt over his head. Instantly he’s on me again, lips kissing and sucking at my skin causing me to squirm and grind down onto him feeling the hard length of him.

He flips us over and pulls the rest of my dress down and staring down at me with burning desire. My head is spinning but I refocus on the feeling of Noah pulling down my panties and trailing a path of open wet kisses towards my soaking wet core. At the first touch I buck off of the bed and a sinful whine escapes my lips.”I missed the way you taste” he moans out. And even with his mind clouded with alcohol he is a master with his tongue and I squirm in pleasure. When he adds a finger my body writhes in pleasure as I fall apart in a cry of ecstasy.

“More Noah, please. I need more” I beg and he stumbles to unbutton his pants, not even all the way off his legs before he’s sinking into my warmth. “Oh Natalie, you feel perfect. You’re everything, so good. Fuck” he moans as he begins to move his hips back and forth causing sparks of white to appear behind my eyes and the glorious feeling of being filled completely.

We’re a tad uncoordinated and unbalanced due to the alcohol but we eventually set a pace that’s causing us both to catch our breaths and moan in tandem. Noah’s hand reaches down to press against my clit and I set off into a second orgasm. My inner walls clenching around him and causing him to lose himself and spills deep into me.

“Fuck.” He gasps out and rests his head against my stomach as we both take a moment to catch our breath.

“Yeah, you can say that again” I respond half asleep.

Noah rolls off and onto the stop next to me, crashing onto the pillow and we pass out wrapped tightly together.

Hours later with the morning sun leaking into my room I groan, wiping the sleep from my eyes and while moving to sit up feeling the arms around me I am reminded of the actions of last night.

I reach over to my phone that is almost dead on my nightstand and I see I have missed texts.

Maggie: ims o drink!!! I’ll call u tmorw LUCV YOU 1:36am

Kyle: staying to make sure my boys get home safe, I’ll be back home tomorrow afternoon. Happy new year nat! 12:45am

“Shit” Noah grumbles as he slowly rises and sees the state of the two of us. “Um..how are you feeling?” He asks cautiously. I shrug “I feel tired, nauseous but also hungry? And my head is killing me” I say to him, “you?” He has his face in his hands before looking up at me. “I’m okay. I'm just- I’m sorry about last night. That was stupid” his voice is pinched and he’s throwing his legs over the side of the bed pulling his pants quickly back on and running a stressed hand through his hair. “What? What are you talking about Noah?” I demand, pulling the blanket higher to cover myself. He pulls his shirt on next and let’s put a harsh sigh. “Sleeping together, that was a mistake.”

That stings. “A mistake?” I whisper, “so you don’t even want to try and make this work?” I ask with agony clear in my voice. “You’re just going to leave? Again?”

“I shouldn’t have come over here last night, it’s not fair to you Nat. I can’t be what you deserve right now and I can’t ask you to wait around for me. I'll just complicate your life” He finally looks at me and there’s nothing I can do about the tears falling from my eyes.

“If that’s how you feel I’m not going to beg you to love me. Just go Noah. Leaving is apparently something you’ve mastered” I don’t care about the spiteful nature of my words. I just roll back over facing away from him as he finishes gathering his things and heads out of my room and out of my life again. I go back to sleep for a few more hours. I don’t cry until I’m showering off the makeup and sweat from the night before.

Kyle gets home and doesn’t ask when he sees my red rimmed eyes just gives me a side hug and tell me it will get easier.

Maggie texts me again later in the afternoon.

Maggie: YOU LEFT THE PARTY WITH NOAH?! Girl! SPILL NOW! 2:35pm

Natalie: Come over? We can have a girls night and I’ll tell you about it. Just understand that I don’t want to ever hear the name Noah Sebastian again. 2:37pm

muawh muawh ! kisses kisses ! I know it hurts but just trust the process....

next chapter

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Hux was staring blankly at his plate.

"Hey... Alright darling?" Kylo smiled placing hand on his waist.

"I... " Armitage nodded slowly "Yes.. " he smiled to Kylo's parents taking sip of wine. "Your home looks amazing. The tree, lights, food. It took a lot of work."

"I enjoy it." Leia smiled. "Decorating." she watched like Armitage is looking around "Ben... Why don't you show Armitage your room."

"Mum, i am not a child anymore..."

"I actually would like to see your room." Hux looked at him. Kylo shrugged and stood up, taking him upstairs. Armitage sat down on his bed and smiled amused. "Black walls?"

"I've .. Had a faze...." Armitage giggled smoothing out sheets.

"Would.. your family be mad if i... Stay here for a minute?"

"No that's fine. Everything alright? I know they can be a lot"

"No. No, you have wonderful family." Kylo sat down next to him. "I just never... Had Christmas like this... " Armitage pulled legs to his chest "I mean there were decorations and dinner but it was always.... Ah... "

"I know. Take all time you need" Kylo pressed a kiss to his temple " maybe i should stay?"

"No... They were missing you. Go. I will be back soon i promise." Ben nodded and left him, closing the door. He get back alone to the table. Leia smiled.

"A little overwhelmed hm? Your boyfriend?"

"I guess. He laid down for a few minutes."

"I like him you know. "She smiled. "He seems to have a calming effect on you."

"Yes well... I... Love him."

Leia smiled slightly and sat down next to him holding his hand.

"I can see that."

*****

Armitage joined them an hour later. He sat down under Christmas tree next to his boyfried.

"Kylo... " Kylo smiled and kissed him. Armitage hummed pleased. " Ky lo" he murmured. Kylo adored when Hux was using his chosen name. Not mocking him for it, not thinking it was ridiculous. He also was phenomenal in moaning it over and over...

"I love you so much" he blurted out. Hux laughed took small black box form under the tree and gave it to him.

"It's for you. Open." Kylo did that and took out small red stone on golden chain "It's... "

"I know. Kyber. But how did you... Armitage it's fucking raw kyber. How... " Hux smiled. "It's so expensive "

"Stop that now. Just... Wear it. It should be warm to touch." Kylo smiled putting it on.

"Did you wore it?" Hux blushed and cleared his throat.

"Yes... For a bit... I just heard that... it's appropriate to wear it before it will be gifted. Something about your spiritual nonsenses and bonds i guess ... " Kylo laughed.

"Thank you." He kissed his cheek. "I... Merry Christmas, Armitage. " He gave him and envelope. Hux blinked confused and took it. He unfolded the document inside and his heart skipped a beat.

"You ... It's... ."

"You are not going back to that awful people darling. I won't let you."

"You got us a house." Hux whispered.

"I did. I won't take no for an answer. Unless.. you really don't want to but.. " Armitage kissed him trying to blink off tears. Didn't help a lot. He burst into hysterical laugh when he moved away. "Armitage."

"I ... I am fine. I am. You got us a house."

"Yes. Yes. No more people who call themselves your family. No more of this Armitage. I won't let them hurt you anymore. " Hux covered his mouth trying to compose himself. He gave up after few seconds and fell into Kylo's arms, trying hard not to fall apart. Kylo hugged him. "It's alright. Shh.. " he tangled fingers into his hair. "Everything will be alright i promise. Cry all you want."

"Y..your family "

"Outside. They are playing with Rey in snow. We have plenty of time. Breathe.."Armitage hid face in his neck.

"I love you." He whispered "i don't deserve you. I love you."

"You deserve everything." Hux sobbed holding onto him tightly. After he calmed down a little he sat more comfortably and looked at Kylo.

"You bought a fucking house and have the audacity to complain about kyber being expensive ?" Kylo laughed. Hux sighed and held his hand. "Thank you." He whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Armitage."

Hux only smiled curling in his arms. But for Kylo it was the best gift he could get.

Oh And if you are interested in how they manged to pull out Millicent and Armitage's things from Hux's house.... Kylo simply asked KoR to accompany them. And when seven armed, well-trained men from special unit politely ask you to sit down and do not interfere you sit down. Even if you are Brendol Hux.

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My Chirstmas take on kylux i hope you liked it! Merry Christmas!

[ratfuzz]

◕ fear of future ◔

pairing: kyle x reader

summary: reader gets overwhelmed by thoughts about future and kyle is here to help them

a/n: relationship is established romantic and you live together if that matters to you.

it was one of those days again. you were laying on your bed drowning in your thoughts. and they weren't the nicest ones. the strongest were thoughts about your future. you felt like you couldn't achieve anything, you were scared that all your hopes and dreams would shatter soon and there's nothing you could do about it. worst one was idea of you dragging down kyle too if everything crashes. it all made you feel sick and got you on a verge of tears. it didn't take long for you to actually start crying. but something interrupted that.

"hey" you were so wrapped up in your that didn't hear the knocking before it. you turned your head in the direction of the voice. it was kyle lightly smiling at you as he peeked out the door. but that was before he saw your face. his expression changed immediately. "are you okay?"

"no..." you didn't feel like lying to him

"should i stay or-?"

"stay" you tried to answer as fast as possible, voice shaky as you tried to hold your tears. you didn't want to be alone with your thoughts again. kyle slowly approached and sat on the bed with you.

"do you want to talk about it?" he asked quietly.

for a moment you thought if you should continue to hide your feelings from kyle. of course you trusted him, but you just didn't want to upset him, didn't want to make him feel bad for you. but still, you knew if somehow he'd find out that you hid your feelings from him it would hurt him much more. you finally spoke up.

"i... you know, sometimes i think about my future. and i think i'm just scared of it, of what will happen and i just-it's just- gets so overwhelming that i can't handle it" your voice started to be wobbly.

kyle thought for a bit, staring somewhere away from you. he was trying to find the right words so he wouldn't make things worse for you.

"listen," kyle started as he put his hand on your shoulder to comfort you a little "i've gone through something like this and the thing that helped me a lot is understanding that future isn't something that will just sneak up and catch you one day" he stopped for a bit and then spoke again "you don't need to know what exactly will happen next day, next week, next year or even just next hour" his words made you tear up again. it felt like you were suffocating trying to hold your tears, like there was lump in your throat that wouldn't let you breathe. kyle noticed your condition.

"wait a bit, i'll be back soon, i promise" kyle left the room.

after that you let yourself cry again. started to sob even. it relieved you a bit, but you felt somewhat guilty for still trying to hide some of your emotions from kyle.

he always was so caring for you, it often made you feel like you don't deserve him. that day wasn't the exception. but as per usual you brushed those thoughts off and tried to concentrate on what kyle just said to you. not so long after kyle left, he got back with a cup of water.

"so..." kyle started again, handing you a cup and taking his place beside you on the bed. you took a sip out of the cup kyle gave you, tears still running down your cheeks, but there wasn't so much pressure anymore. "i understand it can sound funny coming from me," kyle smiled a bit. his smile was like sunshine in the rainclouds. it made you feel just a little better "but there's no need to always think big and think about something in the distant future" he put his hand on your shoulder again "if i could give you some advise, you should think of something that you can do today and right now. something that could prepare you for tomorrow."

you two set there for a minute completely quiet. you broke the silence first.

"thank you, ky"

"there is no need to thank me, honey" his thumb was stroking your shoulder now "i really value the fact that you told me about this and that you trusted me."

you finally calmed down, and wiped away your tears.

"could i offer you something more? a hug? a cup of tea? bowl of warm soup maybe?"

"a hug would be nice..." you put cup on the nightstand and kyle pulled you closer to him. it was so comforting, like you were protected from everything that bothered you before. it made you feel safe. kyle patted your back slightly.

"i love you" he whispered

"i love you too"

a/n: man, i love kyle sm, but it feels like i just can't let him be happy in my writings. like, i literally have so many ideas with him and most of them are sad in some way. i really should try to write something sweet with him without some type of bitterness next time.

[fandomwe1rd0]

Wrote a wholesome scene of Rick comforting Morty when Jessica rejected him.

Rick barged into Morty's room as usual and shouted "Mor-*burp*-ty! We gotta-" He paused when he saw Morty's face buried in his pillow, and heard his muffled sobs, he gulped and rubbed the back of his neck, he was never good with this touchy-feely stuff.

He shuffled over to Morty at a snail's pace "Uh....you good buddy?" Rick asked, rubbing the back of his neck and sitting at the foot of Morty's bed. Morty lifted his head from his pillow and sniffled "O-oh sorry, Rick. Y-yeah, I'm fine. Totally fine." Morty wiped away his tears and put on a meek smile that couldn't even fool Jerry. Rick sighed and rolled his eyes "Yeah, because peo-*burp*-ple who are totally fine always have bloodshot eyes and snot pouring out of their nose, really convincing buddy. Just t-*burp*-ell Grandpa what's wrong." Morty looked away "It's nothing!" The crack in Morty's voice wasn't fooling anyone. Rick sighed, he knew that if Morty was upset about something, he wouldn't put in his best effort, besides, he didn't have a frozen heart- ok maybe he did. But he wasn't completely heartless, yet. Rick sighed "Just tell me what's wrong buddy." Rick insisted. Morty sighed and rubbed his arm while looking down "Fine...just promise me you won't laugh." Rick said "C'mon Morty just-" Morty interrupted him "Promise!" Rick sighed "Fine."

Morty gulped and continued, his voice breaking slightly "J-Jessica rejected me, I-I know it's dumb but I-I really like her an-" Rick interrupted "Her loss." Morty blinked and looked over to Rick, eyes wide "What? C-can you repeat that?" Rick shrugged "I said her loss. You're a good kid." Rick stated in a matter-of-falculty manner, planting his hand on Morty's back. "Look, don't make a b-*burp*-ig deal out of this ok? I'm just stati-*burp*-ng facts ok? You're pretty loyal and kind-hearted. You're also pretty compassionate, even if you do have a planetary mindset. I'm sure lots of girls would like to have you, they'd certainly be luc-*burp*-ky." Then Rick took a sip from his flask. Morty blinked "Do you really mean t-that Rick?"

Rick shrugged "Yeah, just don't make a big deal out of i-" Rick suddenly felt a weight around him, his head snapped over to Morty, the kid was hugging him with a big dumb smile and closed eyes "Thanks!" Rick tensed up, what the fuck was this? He looked around, uhhh what was he supposed to do? He decided to just pat Morty's back awkwardly "I told you not to make a big deal out of this Morty! I'm not saying it because it's w-*burp*-hat I actually think! It's a scientific fact ok!? Don't st-*burp*-art thinking that I gi-*burp*-ve a shit about you." Morty finally released Rick from his spine-crushing hug, and Rick gently put his hand on Morty's back to lead him where he wants to go, and got him out of bed "Now c'mon, it's time to go on an adventure, it'll be the perfect way to forget about stupid ass what's-her-face rejecting you."

[bluevaractyl]

It's finished! Thank you, my lovely readers, for all your kind comments, kudos, and notes! It has been so much fun hearing from you as I write. This story has been a constant source of joy this past month. You guys are the best <3

Complete darkness surrounded Link. He took a step and heard a faint splash, felt a faint resistance to the movement. The silence pressed in on all sides, heavy and foreboding.

With nothing else to do, he started walking. He heard a faint rumbling, like thunder in the distance. It made his heart race. He couldn’t remember why.

The shadows shifted around him. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a mane of fiery red hair, the glint of tusks. The rumbling at the edge of his hearing grew to a roar. The sense of dread crested, and with a wordless cry Sky jerked awake.

The smell of ozone lingered from his nightmare. He opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of fiery red.

Panic jolted through him. He scrambled to his feet, but his legs immediately gave out. He collapsed to his hands and knees. Fireflies blinked in and out of his vision, and his hearing cut out. Sky struggled not to faint, gulping in air desperately. He clawed at his throat, feeling the phantom pressure of the rope there. His heart was pounding uncontrollably. The thudding in his chest drowned out all other sensations.

He must have fainted after all, because the next thing he knew, he was opening his eyes to the world tilted sideways. Sound and sensation gradually filtered back in.

“—ky? It’s okay, you’re okay, Sky. Can you hear me?” That was Wild’s voice, which meant the tan and blue blur knelt in front of him must be the Champion.

Sky groaned and tried to sit up. Wild did his best to help. Mostly upright again, Sky took a moment to look around and get his bearings.

High stone walls, dim sconces, wide open room—No, I can’t be back there, I thought I escaped, I thought they came for me—then he recognized the Captain’s blue scarf, Wind’s fluffy blond hair, Time’s golden armor. The orange glow came from two of Wild’s fire weapons. The Master Sword rested by Sky’s own bedroll. His sailcloth and bag were there too. When he raised his shaking hands to his neck, they met bruised skin instead of coarse rope. He was free. He was safe.

Overwhelming relief swept through Sky. A ragged sob tore from him. Without any warning at all, he found himself shaking with tears, desperately trying to stifle the sound. It felt like all the emotions of the last day were seeping out of him at once, a torrent of pain and fear and rage and sorrow fighting to be expressed by his fragile mortal frame. It hurt, but it felt good too.

Gentle arms wrapped him in a warm embrace. He crumpled, burying his face in Wild’s shoulder. Wild tentatively rubbed circles on his back. For a long moment, Sky just sat there, crying as quietly as he could, probably getting tears and snot all over the Champion’s tunic.

Finally, the tears slowed, and his hiccupping breaths evened out. He let out a long, quiet sigh. Wild didn’t let go until Sky pulled back. He wiped at his face. Shame burned in his stomach, but the relief was still stronger.

“Thanks,” Sky mumbled. His throat hurt, and he could feel a headache building. He avoided Wild’s searching gaze as he grabbed his bag to fetch his water bottle. He took measured sips, hoping to avoid a repeat of the last few times. The last thing he needed was to start coughing again.

“Hey, Sky?” said Wild, keeping his voice low. Sky doubted anyone was actually still asleep after all the noise he had made, but he appreciated the illusion of privacy anyway. “Sky, I…” He trailed off.

Sky looked up. Wild was glaring at the ground like it had personally offended him. He clenched his hands into fists. Unease stirred in Sky.

“I…I’m sorry. This was all my fault.” Wild forced the words out and turned his head away, letting his bangs hide his eyes from Sky’s view. Before Sky could protest the ridiculousness of that statement, he was plowing ahead.

“I should have noticed you were struggling back there. I should have realized the Yiga were targeting you. If I had been just a little faster, I could have helped—” He broke off, started again. “I don’t even know how they got here, but they wouldn’t have gone after you if they hadn’t been trying to get to me. It’s my fault you got hurt. I’m so sorry, Sky.” Wild glanced up at Sky, looking as if he expected rejection.

Sky couldn’t let that stand. He opened his mouth, closed it, and raised his hands. “Not your fault,” he signed, the motions rusty and stilted. His wrists still ached, but this was important.

“Y-I-G-A worked with the Shadow. The Shadow wanted me. To kill me,” he clarified. “Not because of you. I should have kept up, should have said something.” He looked Wild in the eye and deliberately signed, “Not your fault. I forgive you.”

Now it was Wild’s turn to cry. Sky hesitantly hugged him, letting the Champion cling to his shirt as he wept. He jumped a little when someone else touched him, but it was only Four, putting his arms around both of them.

The rest of the heroes gave up on pretending to sleep and joined the cuddle pile. Sky was soon surrounded by his brothers, each of them anxious to show him he was loved and wanted.

Sky whispered hoarsely, “Thanks for coming for me.”

Time answered, “Always. We’ll always come for you, Sky.” His voice was tight with emotion. Wild nodded in voiceless agreement.

Sky’s heart was full. I’m so blessed to have met you all, he thought, and sank back into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

~~~

Sky woke slowly. He lay with his eyes closed, listening to the soft hum of conversation. He could smell something cooking. He savored the familiarity of the moment.

Reluctantly, Sky opened his eyes and sat up. He stretched, feeling the pull in his stiff shoulders. All of his joints ached dully from spending most of the day before sitting on cold stone. That hardly mattered, though, when he turned and saw warm sunlight spilling in through the open doorway.

Sky’s breath caught at the sight. Moving without thought, he stood and walked to the doorway.

Wild had started a cooking fire outside and was stirring a pot, teasing Twilight as he cooked. Wind was sitting nearby, giving his two rupees with a dirt-eating grin. Four was polishing one of the Champion’s knives with practiced motions, head tilted to listen in.

Time and Warriors were standing together further away, probably discussing their next move since the Shadow had fled. And past them…

The sky was alight with color. Clouds on the horizon hinted at coming rain. The sun peeked through them, golden fire spreading across shades of lilac and amethyst on a backdrop of soft blue. It was the prettiest thing Sky had seen in a while.

Sky tipped his head back and smiled. He breathed in deeply. It was good to be alive.

Wild tapped him on the elbow. “Breakfast is ready,” he said, offering a bowl of porridge sweetened with wildberries and honey.

Sky accepted it and followed him back to the fire. He sat between Hyrule, who looked bleary-eyed but cheerful, and Warriors, who was ribbing Twilight about something he had said.

He took a small bite of porridge. Though he had been apprehensive about swallowing, it only hurt a little. The thick, smooth texture didn’t irritate his sore throat much.

“Feeling better this morning?” asked Warriors.

Sky nodded carefully. He put down his bowl and spoon and felt his neck. Before, the softest touch had been agony. Now, there was only light bruising, and some deep scratches he must have left when he panicked earlier. His head only hurt when he turned too fast. His vision was clearer, too.

“Here, let me help with those,” said Hyrule. He waited for Sky to nod before resting his fingertips on the scratches and murmuring his spell. The now-familiar tingling of magic spread through Sky’s neck. Hyrule pulled away and inspected his work. “I haven’t gotten enough magic back yet to heal the rest, but I will soon. Sleep helped a lot,” he explained.

He looked a little disappointed he hadn’t been able to do more, so Sky raised a hand to his chin and mouthed, “Thank you.” Hyrule smiled and gently bumped shoulders with him.

Wind piped up from the other side of the cooking pot. “I still don’t get it. What was the Shadow doing there? Was this his plan all along?” Legend shot him a quelling look, but Wind didn’t seem to notice, too busy reaching for seconds.

They have a right to know. Sky waved a hand for attention and signed, “The Yiga wanted to kill Wild. The Shadow wanted to kill me, to stop my legacy.” He swallowed and made a sweeping motion to encompass them all. “All of you.”

They were quiet as they absorbed that. The idea was still new to Sky. It felt right, though. He’d known for a while that his Zelda was the ancestor of the others’ princesses, and that the town they were building together on the Surface would one day become the kingdom of Hyrule. He had never really considered the importance of his own role, though. He was the princesses’ ancestor too, and all the heroes had followed in his footsteps to protect what he had started. They were his legacy.

Wind broke the silence. “I’m glad we found you, Sky. Even if you weren’t kind of important to our history, our group wouldn’t be the same without you,” he said earnestly.

The simple declaration made warmth well up in Sky’s heart. For the first time since meeting them all, Sky found he could believe it. He belonged with them. They wanted him there. This was where he was meant to be.

Sky leaned on his brothers and let himself breathe.

[tiniedemon]

— ♡

superposition

part two

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cw — implied postpartum depression

the ride home from the hospital was smooth, kyle anxiously gripping the wheel as you gripped the door tightly. he was continuously shooting glances in the rear view mirror while you repeatedly swiveled your head to look into the back seat.

“this is so nerve wracking,” kyle breathed as he carefully angled the car into a turning lane. you laughed humorlessly with a vigorous nod, wide eyes shooting to look at kyle’s red and sweaty face.

“i’m just thankful the baby hasn’t woken up,” you whispered in return, eyeing your newborn’s car seat. the car pulled into the driveway and you could finally breathe freely, hastily pulling yourself out of the car. the action hurt between your legs, but the adrenaline of your mother’s instincts was enough to keep you going. you gripped the handle of the car seat and carefully pulled it from the car, gazing down at the red haired baby buckled into it. he was already looking at you, eyes droopy and lips covered in slobber.

“he’s awake,” you called softly to kyle as he grabbed the backpack you’d taken to the hospital from the trunk. he sighed as he eyed the small sedan making its way towards your house, his mother’s face visible through the windshield. she parked along the curb and emerged from the car almost immediately after turning it off. sheila had been an absolute angel throughout your entire pregnancy, being the only person aside from kyle that you allowed in the delivery room.

“how’s my grandbaby?” she inquired as she cooed at the baby. kyle rolled his eyes, bags hanging beneath him from lack of sleep.

“you just saw him at the hospital, ma. he’s still fine,” he grumbled. you couldn’t help the exhausted chuckle that fell from your lips at sheila’s annoyed face.

“take your cranky ass to bed,” sheila snapped back, a scowl on her freckled face. as if on cue, you shared a yawn with your husband, exhaustion hitting you like a train.

“if anyone needs sleep, it’s y/n,” he murmured, eyes concerned as he looked at the dark circles beneath your eyes and the paleness of your skin. you gave a small smile and waved him off, starting your journey to the front door. kyle and sheila followed behind you, kyle jogging to open the door before you could get to it. you thanked him softly and patted his chest as you passed, carefully angling the car seat in your arms through the door space.

“i think it’s a good idea to go to bed,” you grumbled as you set the carrier on the couch. sheila sat beside it and helped you pull your baby out, immediately taking him in her arms. kyle tossed an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to the side of your head, guiding you towards your shared bedroom. you didn’t fight, already feeling the droop of your eyelids and the urge to cry from how exhausted you were.

“baby, it’s time for you to sleep,” he whispered as the two of you slipped into bed. you nodded, lips wobbling and tears falling. you were just so tired from the stress of having a newborn, fighting the urge to punch kyle in the face from how irritated you were.

“i’m so sorry,” you sobbed out, and kyle simply embraced you as you cried. you couldn’t help the urge to either hurt him or yourself, your mind drained and warped from days without sleep.

“it’s alright, love. you’re alright,” he soothed. “it’s normal to not feel okay after childbirth. your hormones are just out of balance. it has absolutely nothing to do with you.”

“i know, ky. i just want to hurt you and i feel so shitty for it,” you whispered through silent sobs. kyle shushed you, his hands rubbing your back as you cried into his chest. despite the unwarranted anger you were boiling with, you found it in yourself to be thankful. kyle truly had been a saint through the entire process, letting you take all of your anger out on him through your entire labor and during the aftermath.

“it’s alright, my love. it’s not your fault. i’m always going to be here regardless,” he whispered into your ear, peppering your cheekbone with soft kisses. you sniffled as your tears finally came to a halt, clutching onto his shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white.

kyle held you through the long rant you whispered to him and through your sleep, his arms still wrapped around you once you’d woken up the next morning. you felt warm, despite the baby screaming downstairs and sheila’s soft lullabies carrying up the stairs, because at least you had your husband.

“i love you,” he murmured, his eyes gentle in the light of the early morning. you smiled softly at him and held his face in your hands, gazing into the ocean of green that regarded you so kindly. despite your hysterics and your cruelty, kyle stood by your side, and that alone was enough to get you through the rest of your day.

masterlist

[gilliontidestriderfan]

collection of all the riordanverse quotes ive snatched+explanations as to why i snatched them

PERCABETH HOLY SHIT RAUGH:

CALYPSO FUCK YOU BITCH I HATE YOU:

valuable info yall you cant kys thats wrong 👍:

"im the alpha im the leader im the one to trust" ahh 💀:

(taken before i finished tlo) OH THANK GOD IM GLAD HES GONE:

uhm. what if i sobbed. how would you feel then rick.:

VALGRACE ML <3333: