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hellodarling1357 · 6 months

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Tiny Toes: Part 7 - Cassian x Reader

Hi! It's been awhile and I'm so so so sorry for not posting anything the past few weeks. I've made this part extra long to make up for the wait but have honestly been feeling a little off with my writing at the moment so bear with me while I get back into it 🥰

Also, writing this while being in the middle of an endo flare up was incredibly therapeutic!

Summary: Reader gets her period + Ottie being a menace + family time + fluffy Cassian/reader moments

Word Count: 4.5k

You can read the previous part here

A sharp, stabbing pain tore you from your sleep and had you quickly sitting up in bed as you let out a quiet cry of pain. “Fuck,” you murmured to yourself as you sluggishly pushed the sheets off your too-hot body, mindful of not disturbing Cassian who was fast asleep and softly snoring beside you.

On shaky legs you managed to get yourself to the bathroom, carefully closing the door before turning to look at yourself in the mirror. Wincing at your reflection, you took in the dark circles under your eyes, the pasty, clammy complexion of your skin as you leant heavily against the counter, suddenly overcome by another shot of pain. Turning on the faucet, you splashed your face with the cool stream of water, a momentary reprieve before that unbearable pain made itself known and you found yourself crumbling to the floor, legs unable to keep you upright. The cold tiles offered some comfort as your curled in on yourself and despite knowing that a hot bath would help with the pain, you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

*****

“Y/N?” The sudden call of your name had you jerking awake and blearily blinking up at the bathroom ceiling. The momentary confusion was swept away by the onset of another throbbing cramp that had you squeezing your eyes tightly shut as you breathed through your nose.

“Y/N? Are you in her– Y/N! What happened? What’s wrong?” The comfort of Cassian kneeling beside you and pulling you into his warm body did little to alleviate the pain coursing through you. You desperately held onto his arms as you leant against him, breathing heavily as you waited for the current cramp to subside. You focused on the soothing rise and fall of his chest and the way his fingers softly caressed over your skin before pulling back slightly to look up at his concerned face and offer a small smile that you were sure was more of a grimace.

“I’m fine,” your voice was hoarse and utterly unconvincing judging by the quirked eyebrow Cassian raised at you. “Really, it’s nothing. Just my cycle…” you trailed off as another wave of pain took over. You slumped against Cassian who let out a tut of concern as his fingers wove through your hair, pushing the strands away from your sweaty forehead.

“What do you need?” Cassian asked after a few moments when he felt your body finally relax against him. Shifting so that your face was buried in the crook of his neck you let out a small sigh, snuggling in closer when you felt the press of his lips against the top of your head.

“To be knocked unconscious for the next week.” Cassian’s huff of a laugh caused a small smile to tug at your lips as you let out another sigh against the pain.

“Well I won’t be helping you with that, so how about I run you a bath instead?”

“Fine,” you grumbled as Cassian helped you to your feet and gently lifted you up to sit on the counter, leaving you with a kiss, before he went about filling the bathtub with hot water and soothing oils.

“There, how’s that?” he asked, guiding you over to the steaming tub and helping you peel off your pyjamas.

“Perfect,” you replied as you let the hot water envelop you, “you’re perfect.” You reached out to grab his hand, pressing a grateful kiss to the back of it as you sunk further into the warmth, breathing in deeply as the smell of the oils filled your senses.

You grinned at the soft tinge of pink that spread over Cassian’s cheeks at your words, but he just shot you a playful look before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek then the top of your head. The moment was short lived, however, as another cramp took hold.

“What else can I do?” Cassian’s words were laced with helplessness as he sat on the edge of the bathtub, staring down at you with worry etched across his face. You remained silent, willing the pain to pass as you held onto his hand like a lifeline and stared into the swirls of the water around you.

“I don’t know. Maybe… maybe just a cup of tea? One of Madja’s teas that helps with the pain? It’s in the cupboard –”

“In the cupboard next to the window, right at the back of the shelf in the brown jar. Don’t worry, I remember from last time. What else?” He asked almost desperately. You blinked up at him, the attentiveness and thoughtfulness of the male in front of you still managed to take your breath away even though it should no longer be a surprise to you.

“Other than joining me?” you gave him a mischievous grin, scrunching your nose up and laughing as he flicked water at you with a smirk. “Honestly though, this is enough. More than enough, thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” he said softly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I’ll be right back with your tea, okay? Let me sort a few things out for today, then if Ottie is still sleeping, we’ll see about me joining you. Although, with her track record of interrupting us lately, she’ll be awake the second I get in.”

You laughed at the disappointment in his voice; he wasn’t wrong though. Lately Ottie had seemed to pick up the habit of walking in or making herself known just as things were getting heated, luckily, she was too young to understand what was going on and was seemingly oblivious to the two of you spluttering and jumping apart.

But shit. Now that your mind had trailed to the young Illyrian sleeping soundly down the hall, you remembered the plans you had made with her for today and knew you would have to cancel given your current state. Biting your lip in worry, you missed Cassian returning, steaming mug of tea in hand.

“Here you go. Oh, sweetheart…” you looked up at the concern in his voice as he took in your troubled expression. “Drink this, hopefully it kicks in soon and takes away some of the pain.”

“It’s not that,” you explained, gratefully taking the mug from him with a soft smile. “I just remembered, Ottie and I were meant to go into the city today. We’ve had the whole day planned out for weeks.”

“And why wasn’t I invited?” he teasingly quipped, though you knew he was somewhat serious about missing out on time with the two of you. “Or is this a mummy-daughter bonding day?” The grin on his face matched the one that spread across your own at his words; Ottie had been calling you mummy for the better part of three months now and your heart still skipped a beat every single time, Cassian also couldn’t contain his grin and the look of love and adoration that spread across his face whenever he heard it.

“You weren’t invited because you have work today –”

“Had work. I just spoke with Rhys and have the rest of the week off.”

“Cass…”

“Don’t tell me I didn’t need to; I wasn’t going to leave you alone like this, love.”

You smiled softly at his words, heart pounding in your chest as you gently cupped his face and pulled him down into a kiss.

“Thank you,” you kissed him once more before letting him sit back up against the edge of the bathtub. “But what I was going to say was, you had work today so we thought it would be the perfect time to go shopping for your birthday next week. No, don’t groan about it. You went all out for my birthday so of course I’m going to do the same.”

Cassian glared down at you, and you stared right back up at him with a smug grin, “I’m over 540 years old, sweetheart, you do know that, right? We really don’t need to be celebrating at this point.”

“Okay, sure. But how many of those birthdays did I have with you? How many did Ottie? Don’t pout over the fact that we love you and want you to feel special.”

“The fact that you both love me is enough–”

“Then consider everything else we have planned for you as a bonus.”

Cassan stared you down, letting out a sigh when he realised there would be no changing your mind. “Fine. But only because I love you.”

Your smile was short lived as another cramp coursed through you, causing your breath to catch as your eyes squeezed tightly shut in response. Cassian ran a tentative hand through your hand, doing his best to sooth you and offer some form of comfort.

“Come on, lean forward and I’ll help you wash your hair, then I’m taking you back to bed so you can sleep.” A hum was the only response you could offer as you did your best to will away the pain by focusing on the feeling of Cassian’s fingers rubbing the lavender scented shampoo through your hair.

“We’ll have a bath later?” you asked in a quiet voice as Cassian finished helping you rinse out the conditioner, hands trailing down to rub soothing circles into the tight muscles along your shoulders and back.

“Anything you want, sweetheart,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder before helping you stand and climb out of the bath, a fresh, fluffy towel at the ready.

Once you had dried off, Cassian helped you into some clean pyjamas then led you back to bed. He climbed in first before gesturing for you to sit between his legs so that he could brush out your hair. The feeling of his body embracing you and with the constant warmth that seemed to radiate from him, you were quick to relax against him, content in having him simply holding you as you drifted back to sleep.

*****

Once he sensed that you were asleep, Cassian shifted you both so that you were laying down against the pillows, his arms wrapping around you as he did his best to massage your stomach in hopes of alleviating some of the pain without waking you. He let out a sigh, feeling completely useless as he took note of the slight grimace that tainted your soft features, even as you slept.

Cassian quickly found himself dozing off, the comforting and familiar scent of your shampoo lulling him into an easy, but short lived, sleep. A sudden commotion sounded from down the hall and had Cassian lifting his head, careful not to disturb you as you shifted further into the blankets. He slowly pulled away from you, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead as he quietly walked over to the door, closing it behind him with a soft click.

“Morning, daddy,” Ottie cheerfully called out to him from where she stood by the stairs, “want to see what I’ve been practicing?”

If he hadn’t been so worried about you, Cassian would have taken a second to think about what Ottie could have been practicing by the stairs, what could have caused the commotion he had heard. Instead, with a hesitant glance towards the bedroom door, he absentmindedly answered, “go on then, princess,” and watched in horror as Ottie all but threw herself down the stairs.

“OTTIE!”

Cassian couldn’t remember a time he had moved so fast in his life as he bounded after her. With all the years of standing against multiple enemies, fighting across multiple battlefields, not once had his heart stopped as it did in that moment, utter, undiluted fear coursing through his veins.

But the delighted giggles that sounded from his daughter broke through that fear as he watched from halfway down the stairs as Ottie flung her wings out and landed with a soft thud at the bottom of the stairs.

Cassian stared at her, frozen to the spot before lowering himself down to sit on the steps, his heart hammering rapidly in his chest as he placed his head in his hands and drew in a deep breath.

“Ottie?” he could hear the strain in his voice.

“Yes, daddy?”

“Promise me,” he started, looking at her as she tiled her head to the side in curiosity, “that, under no circumstances, will you ever do that again.”

“But –”

“No buts. You will not do that again.”

“But mummy will like it, she will want to see it.” Ottie stared back at him, a defiant expression on her face as she crossed her arms.

“No, princess, she will not. New rule, no more flying inside, alright? Or there will be no more lessons for the next four weeks. Including lessons from Uncle Rhys and Uncle Az.” He sternly added when she opened her mouth to argue back.

“Fine,” she finally agreed but Cassian could clearly hear the resentment in her tone. “Don’t you have work today? You’re going to be late.”

He raised an eyebrow at his daughter. Was she trying to coax him out of the house?

“I did but I’m staying home today. Mummy isn’t feeling well,” he explained while ushering her into the kitchen to get a start on breakfast.

“Oh,” Ottie climbed up onto one of the bench stools and waited for Cassian to pass her a plate of toast and a glass of orange juice.

“What’s wrong with her?” she asked between a mouthful of food.

Cassian gave her a look, knowing he was in no position to lecture, but nevertheless, “don’t talk with your mouth full, Otts.”

Making a show of swallowing the mouthful of toast she had been talking around, Ottie cleared her throat then repeated, “what’s wrong with mummy? We were meant to go into Velaris to buy you a – we were going to do something today.” Ottie quickly cut herself off, eyes going wide upon realising she had almost ruined the birthday surprise the two of you had planned for him.

“There’s nothing wrong with her, she’s just got her cycle,” you and Cassian had decided to be completely open about these topics whenever they came up, Cassian was just scared he might stumble with this one without you there to help guide it.

“What’s a cycle?”

“A cycle happens every couple of months to grown females, they bleed for a few –”

“Mummy’s bleeding? She’s hurt?” Ottie’s wide eyes stared back and forth between Cassian and the doorway, as though debating whether to run up and check on you herself.

“No, no, no, princess. Mummy isn’t hurt, alright? It’s normal to bleed during your cycle, and it’s only a little bit. It’s the bodies way of getting ready to have a baby if–”

The excited squeal that Ottie let out had Cassian stopping mid-sentence, staring at her intently as he tried to work out what was running through her head.

“So, mummy has a cycle right now?” she clumsily asked. Cassian nodded, taking a sip of juice as he leant against the counter. “So, that means there’s a baby in her tummy?” And the sip of juice Cassian had just taken was now being spluttered across said counter.

“No, Ottie, that’s not what that means. It’s just the bodies way of…” but Cassian could tell Ottie wasn’t hearing a word of it as she kicked her feet excitedly.

“So, I’m going to have a little brother or a little sister?”

“No, Ottie, mummy isn’t pregnant, alright?” The scare you had a few weeks ago, followed up by an appointment with Madja and a stronger contraceptive made sure of that. “There’s no baby in her tummy.”

“Oh,” Cassian couldn’t help the slight ache in his heart at the dejected look that darkened Ottie’s excited expression. “But one day she might be?”

“Maybe…” the two of you hadn’t really spoken about having a child together, but now that the idea had been planted, Cassian couldn’t help but let his mind wander at the thought.

“Good because I want to be like Nyx.”

“What do you mean you want to be like Nyx?”

“You know, with a little brother or a little sister.”

Well, that was news.

“Nyx is going to have a little brother or sister, is he? And how do you know that?”

“Because he told me. He said that he heard his mummy and daddy talking about wanting to have another baby.”

Cassian found himself grinning at the thought, tucking away that snippet of information to share with you once you were awake and for when he next saw Rhys.

“Can I go and see mummy now?” Ottie asked in a tentative tone.

“She’s sleeping at the moment, princess. Let’s let her rest for now, okay? Then later in the day when she’s feeling better we can go up for cuddles.”

*****

You shifted against the plush mattress as a stream of afternoon sunlight snuck through the crack in the curtains, but it was the quiet patter of footsteps that had stirred you from your sleep. Sluggishly, you lifted your head to look towards the bedroom door where a small, winged frame was silhouetted against the light coming in through the hallway.

With a soft smile tugging at your lips, you whispered out into the dark room, “Hi, Ottie.”

“Hi, mummy,” she replied in a hesitant voice. “Daddy said I couldn’t see you until later once you had rested, but it’s been a long time now…”

“Do you want to come up here?” you asked, heart softening at the eager nod you got in return as Ottie scrambled up the bed to snuggle in beside you. “I’ve missed you today. Sorry we couldn’t go into the city to get daddy’s birthday presents.”

“That’s okay. Daddy told me about your cycle…,” she made an effort to really enunciate the word, causing a smile to spread across your face as you held back a laugh, “…and that you’re bleeding and that you’re not having a baby, yet.”

“Well, I’m still sorry we couldn’t have our day out together. I would’ve much preferred that than being stuck in bed all day.” You replied, choosing to actively ignore her comment about not having a baby yet. Ottie hummed in agreement, shifting so that she could curl up against your side, your arm wrapping around her to hold her close as she rested her head against the crook of your neck.

“What did you get up to today?” you asked in a whisper, not wanting to break the silent trance that had fallen over the room.

“I painted like Auntie Feyre showed me. And I helped daddy make lunch and then we played some games. He’s doing some work in his office, so I tip-toed past him because I wanted to see you,” she whispered back, lowering her voice even further as she explained how she managed to deceive Cassian. “Daddy was really worried about you today and kept coming up here to check on you, so I thought I would look after you while he’s busy working.”

“Well, I’m already feeling much better thanks to your cuddles.” Ottie grinned at you in delight, pressing a sloppy kiss to your check before continuing to tell you all about her day.

“Oh,” she exclaimed as though remembering something important, “Daddy also said there’s a new rule: no more flying inside. I don’t think he was very happy with me.” You stifled another laugh at the voice she put on when reciting Cassian’s new rule.

“And why wasn’t he happy with you?”

“I don’t know…”

“Ottie…”

“Because I jumped down the stairs,” she quickly said, the words muffled against your shoulder as she cuddled even closer to you.

“More like threw yourself down the stairs before catching yourself at the last minute,” Cassian’s stern tone had you both looking up to find him leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. You glanced at Ottie, who was looking at her dad with a guilt-ridden expression, before turning back to Cassian who nodded in confirmation.

“So, the new rule,” he continued, making his way over to the bed and sitting on the edge beside you, “no more flying inside, or else…”

“…or else there will be no flying lessons for four weeks.” Ottie mumbled back.

“Exactly,” he fixed Ottie with a look before his eyes trailed over your face in concern.

“I’m fine, Cass.”

“She is,” Ottie started, speaking up before Cassian could say anything. “She said my cuddles made her feel better. Right, mummy?”

“It’s true,” you smiled, bopping her on the nose as you turned back to face Cassian. “Her cuddles are truly magical.”

“I don’t know how much help I’ll be then if I’m up against magical cuddles, but is there room for one more in there?”

“What do you think, Otts? Should we move over? Make some room for daddy?”

“I don’t know…”

“You don’t know!” Cassian exclaimed in faux offence, leaning across you to tickle Ottie as she tossed against your side to get away from him, fits of her infectious laughter filling the room.

“What about if he comes back with a cup of tea for me? Can he join us then?”

Ottie fixed a contemplative look on her face, struggling to hold back a grin as she eyed Cassian up and down.

“How about, I make mummy a cup of tea that will make her feel better, and throw in two of our special hot chocolates? How does that sound?”

“Deal.” You watched on in amusement as Ottie stretched out her small hand, Cassian taking it in his as they shook in agreement.

“Deal,”

“Come on then. I need my chocolate taste tester with me if I’m going to be making special hot chocolates.” Ottie scrambled out of your arms and ran out the bedroom door. Cassian turned to you, looking as though he was about to say something before, “Ottie! Remember to–”

“I know. Walk, don’t fly. You already told me.” Her little voice echoed back, followed by the resounding thump of disgruntled footsteps as she walked down the stairs.

Cassian shut his eyes, an exhausted expression taking hold before looking back at you with a soft smile.

“Kids, hey?” you teased, both of you listening to Ottie making the final stomp down the stairs.

“Kids,” he repeated with a shake of his head. “gotta be crazy to want them.”

You hummed in response, the silence settling between you both for a second too long as you nestled back against the pillows.

“You sure you’re feeling alright?” Cassian asked, tucking some stray strands of hair away from your face.

“Yeah, just a bit sore, but not as bad as this morning.”

“Good,” he leant down to press a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, pulling back a bit to gently cup your face before pressing his lips against yours. “I’ll be back. Do you need anything else while I’m downstairs?”

Shaking your head with a small, content smile, you quickly reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face back down to yours for another kiss before whispering, “thank you.”

“I already told you, no need to thank me.” He replied with a wink before making his way out the door.

You let out a sigh as you drag yourself out from underneath the sheets, stretching as you make your way over to the other side of the room to open up the curtains and the window, letting in the fresh afternoon air.

“Ottie,” You stilled as Cassian’s voice echoed up from the kitchen. “What did I say about flying inside?”

“I was helping you! You asked me to get the chocolate, I couldn’t reach it, now I can…” You couldn’t help the laugh you let out as you pictured what was currently happening downstairs.

*****

Ten minutes later Cassian and Ottie returned, one steaming mug of tea and two hot chocolates between them that were all placed carefully against the bedside table. “I’ll be back in a minute,” Ottie exclaimed before racing out of the room.

Cassian sat beside you, hiding his face against your neck with a groan as he mumbled, “she is going to be the death of me.” You stretched your arm up so that your hand could trail through his hair.

“She’s growing up.”

“And she’s already a handful. She’s lucky that I love her…” he joked as Ottie walked back into your bedroom, arms loaded with soft toys and books that were place at the end of your bed.

“These always make me feel better, so I thought they might help you too,” Ottie explained with a shrug as she passed you her favourite teddy bear.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Alrighty, now that we’re all here,” Cassian said with a pointed look at Ottie’s pile of toys, causing a giggle to escape her as she settled down beside you. “One tea for you.”

“Thanks, Cass.” You said, taking the mug from him and smiling at the wink he shot your way.

“And one special hot chocolate for you.” He said, carefully handing the mug to Ottie before settling in on your other side and draping the blankets snuggly across the three of you.

“Thanks, Cass.” Ottie copied you with a cheeky grin that looked identical to Cassian’s.

“No, nuh-uh, nope,” Cassian leant forward to round on Ottie who was giggling from the safety that came from you being between them both. “You, missy, you do not call me that.”

“Why not…Cass?” she repeated.

“Because,” he looked at you for backup, eyes widening in betrayal when he found you stifling your own laughter. “Because you’re my little girl, that’s why.”

Before Ottie could jump in again, you cut her off, “I think what your dad is trying to say, is that you calling him by his name, instead of daddy, is making him feel old. He is turning 544 next week, you know.” You teased in a conspiratorial voice, nudging Cassian’s side as he scoffed and leant back against the pillows.

“So much for making me feel loved and special,” he jokingly muttered, referring back to the birthday conversation the two of you had that morning.

With a gentle nudge to Ottie’s side, you gave her a look that had her letting out an over-dramatic sigh, “I’m sorry, daddy. Sorry for making you feel old.” There was no chance of holding back your laugh at her words, especially when Cassian simply shook his head in defeat as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you tightly against him.

Back in the warmth and comfort of his arms, with Ottie nestled in tight on your other side, you found yourself relaxing further into the mattress as the effects of the tea took hold. The soothing rise and fall of Cassian’s chest from where you rested your head, along with the playful back-and-forth banter and melodic laughter that filled the room made that excruciating pain you had been feeling all day worth it if it meant being able to have a moment like this.

*****

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le-tea-nerd · 12 days

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✨️TGCF Head-Canon✨️

We both know Hua Cheng has the most absolute sorry excuse for chicken scratch hand writing that Xie Lian has ever laid eyes upon. Xie Lian would have known from book 1 the Hua Cheng was down bad if he was able to read the scribbles on that man's arm the firs time he saw the tattoo.

THAT BEING SAID, we also know Xie Lian is God awful cook. Let's not judge baby boy too hard, he got it from his mama, and I'm assuming cooking this way could be a means to keeping her close. Especially after his punk ass cousin desecrated her resting place.

What if these two wrongs made a right?

One day Xie Lian realizes he has been name dropping a lot of recipes lately and he wants to keep track of them. So he decides it's high time he start making a recipe card or books. And since he loves his husband so much and wants to ensure he keeps practicing his writing, he suggests Hua Cheng scribe for him.

Nervous about his atrocious writing, he hesitantly agrees and sits down with Xie Lian to write down ingredients and instructions.

Fast forward to a week later. Feng Xin and Mu Qing have arrived just in time for dinner. Much to their dismay Hua Cheng was the one who greeted them so they couldn't run away once he told them "Ah you two....actually perfect timing, Gege made extra."

The two generals looks as though they were being shipped off to war as they waiting for their bowls to be served. "Ah Mu Qing, Feng Xin! I wasn't expecting you two to stop by today! Good thing dinner was prepared. Its a recipe I'vebmade before so, its nothing new." Xie Lian said with a soft smile.

The two generals steeled themselves as they thought back to all the past 'receipes' they have been subjected to in the past.

"You think he heard about our fight yesterday?" Mu Qing whispered.

"He must have...he's punishing us, I know it..." Feng Xin whispered back.

Xie Lian approached the table with a hot pot and placed it in the center. "I apologize in advance, the flavor seems to be a little different." He said softly. He had actually struggled to read the recipe cards Hua Cheng had dutifully wrote out for him.

"Make sure to eat up well good generals." Hua Cheng quipped as he served Xie Lian, himself, and the other two.

Full of reluctance they begin to eat. They suddenly freeze. Xie takes their frozen expressions and worries, "Oh no! I'm sorry it's ba-" "DELICIOUS!" The generals announce in unison, as they down their bowls together.

"Your highness, we thank you for this meal!" Mu Qing speaks between slurps.

"I will find strength in your cooking Your highness!" Feng Xin says as he's helping himself to seconds.

Bonus: Xie Lian ended up making all the recipes the Hua Cheng made recipe cards for, and all of them were absolutely edible. Though he didn't know what he was doing differently, he decided to prepare buns, as a delicious offering to his mother and father then next time he went to visit.

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strawberry-cowmilk · 1 year

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voicemails

-> mc is back in the human world but didn't pick up the phone, so the brothers leave a voicemail

-> brothers x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read also kind of trying out a new style hehe

content warnings: kind of angsty maybe, alcohol use, gambling mentions

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Lucifer

'good evening, mc. it is a fine evening here in the devildom, I hope it's the same case with you. I have just returned from a meeting with diavolo, we've had... quite the demonus. however I am by no means drunk. anyways I have actually been listening to the record you got for me, a thoughtful gift indeed. I just have a feeling that... it would sound lots better with you in the chair next to me. (he chuckles) well, there's no helping it. perhaps I have to bring you back to the devildom myself?'

'I was hoping to hear your voice, too bad you didn't pick up the phone. are you perhaps asleep, mc? in that case I shall leave you be. sleep well, mc.'

Mammon

'yo mc, why are you not picking up your phone? I just snuck away from home with mine to talk tp you, you know? ugh... that cocky lucifer and his stupid rules. like what do you mean we gotta take turns calling you? no way, I ain't waiting so long to talk to you! just cause he's the eldest he thinks he's all high and mighty!'

'okay anyways, on with the important stuff! so listen up I called because I scored HUGE at the casino today and you know how I won so much huh? I bet on your favorite number, y'know... cause I miss you and all... (he suddenly coughs) ah wait no what I just said ain't true! I bet on your favorite number cause... well... that was my battery percentage or something...'

'okay anyways mc, you better visit the devildom soon! bye bye! have a good day!'

Leviathan

'um hi what's up? how's the human world? did you get the games and anime I asked you to get yet? I totally can't wait to see what kind of stuff you got over there! oh and I can't wait to show you the newest releases here in the devildom! the latest season of 'I went to the fair a 6km distance from my house with my best friend and pet dog but the manager turned out to be my online gaming buddy' came last week and I binged it all!'

'um (pause) but look I kind of called to tell you... well... you gotta come here fast so we can share the stuff you know? ahh it's no good I can't say it! um well look, I miss you!' (he hangs up suddenly)

Satan

'hello mc, I see you're not picking up your phone. are you busy? listen to this voice message any time you'd like then. I hope the human world is treating you well, it's so different from the devildom after all. well at least you won't have to worry about anyone stealing your soul.'

'exam season at rad just ended, I'm satisfied with most of my scores. I am a little disappointed because of my spells and potions grade, a 83 isn't good enough to me. could it be I was distracted because I miss you? (he sighs) well, one more reason for you to hurry back here. everyone's been fighting over who gets to call you first and all that, it's pissing me off. but I get it, I love hearing your voice. well mc I guess this is it, goodbye for now.'

Asmodeus

'hi mc! finally it's my turn to talk to you, but what's up with not picking up hm? well as long as you promise to call me back later, I don't mind leaving a voicemail for you! did you do anything fun recently? I attended some parties but well, they were kind of boring. or was I just... not feeling it? whatever that doesn't matter, I just wanna see you again! how much longer are you going to stay in the human world? I miss you so so so much!'

'I hope you miss me too. do you miss me? when you call me back you have to answer that question, deal? and if yes you have to visit. there's so much I want to talk to you about, so much I wanna show you! like I made into a magazine, you just have to see it! call soon, okay? I love you.'

Beelzebub

hell's kitchen is having a sale. when you but a cheeseburger you get a second one free. of course I took advantage of the deal and got a lot of cheeseburgers. you should visit soon mc, I want to share my food with you. it tastes better like that.' (you can basically hear him smiling through the phone)

'anyways, everyone misses you. sometimes my brothers get really sad, it's kind of hard to watch sometimes. of course I really miss you too. I think about you every time before I fall asleep. it makes me have good dreams. also my team won another game last night, I wish you could have seen it. well, next time right? bye mc, I hope to talk to you soon.'

Belphegor

'hi mc. how are you doing? I hope you're good. listen I'm on the balcony right now and there's stars in the sky. ugh I hate to be that one cheesy guy in your average romance movie but... the stars look like you. I can see your face in them. nevermind just forget what I said that was really sappy.'

'anyways please call me back, I get that you're probably busy or napping right now but I want to hear your voice. I want to hear how you've been there in the human world, hopefully your weather is nice.'

'well I'm running out of stuff to say, bye mc. call me back.'

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satrs · 1 year

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𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮!

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; how they apologize after an argument.

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; NAGI SEISHIRO. ISAGI YOICHI. MICHAEL KAISER. NOEL NOA. gn!reader ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.1k

TAGS; established relationship. fluff. angst(?idk). hurt to comfort.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+(proplayers!)

NAGI SEISHIRO.

When the both of you argued, it was mostly because of his laziness. You knew that he would be exhausted after a game across the globe, but laying in bed for the whole following week? You missed him and wanted to spend time with him, but it seemed like he preferred his sleep over you, since he ignored your pleas.

Then, you thought, he could have his sleep. And the bed. For him alone.

He creeped through the dark and into the living room when he noticed you not next to him, moonlight illuminating your sleeping form, curled up on the couch.

"Y/N. Babe." He lightly shook you, only to be harshly swatted away by the back of your hand. "Leave me alone. You got the bed all for yourself now, screw off." Guilt filled his heart at your words, realizing his selfish acts.

He huffed as he suddenly plopped on top of you, your protest falling to deaf ears. "m' sorry. Don't wanna sleep without you. Anymore." You let out a frustrated groan because he not only stirred you from your sleep, but also put his whole weight on top of you. "I'll take you out for dinner tomorrow. m' sorry."

You sighed in defeat, your arms slowly sneaking around his back. You just couldn't be mad at him for any longer, a soft smile creeping up your lips. "It's alright." The lifted his head lightly at that, relief washing over him. "You can get off of me now."

He just grunted in disapproval, positioning himself comfortably with his arm and leg wrapped around you, laying in the crack of the couch. "Don't wanna. Too much of a pain."

You giggled, snuggling into his touch as you both drifted into sleep.

Seems like the bed would be empty tonight and the both of you would wake up with a cramp.

ISAGI YOICHI.

Sometimes, his personality from the field takes over when the both of you have a dispute.

"Yoichi, don't you think you're overworking yourself?" He looked at you,

"Don't come at me with your fucking nonsense. Your brain doesn't work correctly, does it? This is my job. My dream." he spat at you, words leaving you hurt and confused. He didn't have to look twice to realize what his words did to you, feet walking after you on their own accord as you packed up your bag, leaving the field.

"Wait, I didn't mean to-" You were too quick for his word to even reach your ear, so he began to jog after you at a fast pace, stopping you from walking any further by blocking your path.

You went to your left, not sparing him another glance, but he blocked you again, and as you went to your right he also did. It went back and forth until you eventually snapped, your hand reaching up to push him out of the way, only to be halted half way.

You looked up at him, tears threatening to escape you from his harsh words. "I'm so stupid. You're right, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I'm so sorry."

You broke from his grasp, taking his distracted form as a chance to slip right past him, walking off to the car. You cursed under your breath once you noticed that he had the keys, waiting for him to open the car.

Once he did, you stepped in with a frown adoring your darling features, the frown only deepening once he stepped into the driver's seat. He looked at you for a moment before starting the engine, hoping to get right with you.

"Burger or Pizza for tonight?"

It was silent, so silent that it made his heart sink as he stepped onto the gas. But then you broke the silence suddenly, causing him to spare you a quick glance, smiling to himself.

"Sushi."

MICHAEL KAISER.

His naive and overconfident persona really is the last straw for you sometimes. Did you love him? Yes, of course. But did you love how naive and self-centered he sometimes was? No, absolutely not.

"You're being unfair, Micha'. " You earned a pity laugh from him in return, turning on his feet to flee into the living room. "Unfair? It's not my problem that yoz can never read the room."

"Read the room?", you asked in disbelief, "What do you-" "To give me some fucking space. You're glued to my ass like damn gum. God, I hate how clingy you are, it's unbearable." You fell silent at his words, tears stinging your eyes as your lip began to wobble, lashline threatening to let the cascade fall.

His head snapped back into your direction once he heard a sniffle, feet halting with his face still twisted in an irritated expression, soon falling into a fit of worry as he noticed your trembling form.

He was quick to embrace you in a thight hug, your tears straining his clothes as he tried to pacify you, hand stroking your back as his head placed an apologetic kiss to your head. "Didn't mean to make you cry, I'm sorry."

You didn't respond, hand lifting to take his shirt into your fist as you tried to stop your tears from flooding. "I lied." You lifted your tear-strained face up at that to look at him. "I love when you're all over me. Makes me feel loved."

"But you said-" He hushed you with his finger to your lips, blue-rose tattoo visible. "I just say stuff." "Yeah, a lot of nonsense." The both of you giggled at that before his hands lifted your form up to throw you onto the bed, following soon after, cuddling up to your form.

NOEL NOA.

it was a very rare occasion for the both of you to get tangled into in argument, but today seemed to be the day.

"I'm telling you to stop babying your team Noa. You're not their father. You got your own life and family too, me!" His annoyed sigh didn't got unnoticed by you. "I just got home, can't we discuss this some other time? I'm really not in the mood for your bickering."

Before he could retreat his words you already let out a pity laugh, looking at him in disbelief. "Bickering, huh? Alright." He was right on your trail to the bedroom, trying to explain himself, only to be cut of by the door being slapped right into his face.

"Y/N. Open the door, please." A scoff from you could be heard from the other side. "Why should I? I'm just bickering, right?"

He sighed at your answer, twisting the doorknob, carefully peeking inside. He was met with you, sitting on the bed, with your arms crossed over your chest, expression just like a child that got their favourite candy taken.

Noa had to contain the small smile that threatened to creep up his features."I should've listened to you. I'm sorry." This was all it took for you to rise to your feet, walking up to the pro athlete before wrapping your arms around his neck, placing a kiss soft to his lips.

"You better be."

#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #♡˳ᴮᴸᴸᴷ #blue lock #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #divider by @animatedglittergraphics n more #michael kaiser fluff #isagi fluff #nagi fluff #noel noa fluff #noel noa

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rapturousrendezvous · 1 year

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++---Next Door---++ Toji x Reader (femme presenting/she/her) Explicit Tags: Single father Toji, Reader is Single Mother/Neighbor, Spontaneous sex, semi-soft to hard cock oral, cunnilingus, rough fucking, teasing, finger and tongue play, creampie, messy, mentions of "husband stitch", vaginal penetration, mention of feeder/eater kink Words: 3090K Inspiration from fanart by artist Yunonoai (on twt)

Again? At this time of night…

You hear loud banging on your bedroom wall and an intense moan that could probably wake the entire complex floor. It had been like this for a week since you moved in, and you were more than willing to mind your business. If it wasn't for the fact that you had a sleeping toddler in the next room that was extremely fussy and that you hadn't slept well.

You get up, not caring that you're only wearing an oversized T-shirt and underwear, hair tied into a scarf, as you make your way to the neighbor to the left of you. Taking a deep breath, you knock, waiting a few moments before you attempt again, only for the door to swing open, and your fist hits the rock-hard barrier that was your neighbor's chest.

Looking up, you retreat your hand, seeing that the much larger and taller man with mid-length dark hair and green eyes was utterly naked, a look of irritation clear on his face with an arm leaning on the side of the door frame.

"Yeah, what?" He gruffly states, almost spitting in your direction and scratching behind his ear.

"I, uh," You made the mistake of looking down. Your eyes met with a soft shaft, still slick with whatever juices covered it.

"If you wanna fuck, come back tomorrow. I'm busy."

Offended by his attitude, you snap.

"That's my problem. You're too loud, disturbing me and my kid's sleep. Keep it down."

Another neighbor opens their door, glaring at the two of you until they notice the naked man and suddenly shut their door without a word. He smirks and looks down at you, and shrugs.

"Whatever, lady."

Before you can protest, he shuts the door in your face. Typically, you'd knock again and demand he actually address the issue. But it was 3 am, and you only had two good hours of sleep left before you had to wake up and prepare for the day ahead.

I'll deal with him later.

Those two hours went by fast, though they were quiet. As you finished getting your kid dressed and ready, you gathered all your things and headed out the door. Thankfully you made it to the daycare center down the street on time, handing the caretaker the lunchbox and other items before kissing your little one on the forehead.

As you stand, you turn to see the same face that was only hours ago, giving you a death glare. Strapped to his chest was a small dark-haired child looking around in curiosity. The caretaker shoves you out of the way, beaming and kissing up the man as she pinched the cheeks of his child.

You roll your eyes and gather your own things, barely noticing that he is staring in your direction. This doesn't bother you in the slightest. Even so, it intrigues you to know why he's staring. Once you pass him, you put a stride in your step, swaying your hips confidently with your head held high. You notice in the reflection of the glass door that he's completely turned his head to watch you leave, and it satisfies you for the moment. Though, you weren't sure why you cared.

It was hard to shake the neighbor from your mind during work, significantly… his size. If that's how he was soft, you could only imagine what he was like in full action.

Kudos to whoever was taking that.

You try your best to focus, but it becomes increasingly difficult with the day dragging on. Once lunch comes around, you nearly sprint from your desk, going to the break room to retrieve your food. Frustration hits you immediately when you open the fridge, seeing that someone has stolen your lunch…the second time this week.

What the fuck? I swear…

You look in your wallet, sighing at the few dollars and coins you had that weren't enough for anything except a soda from the vending machine. You would have to go back to your apartment and eat there.

It was a short walk, a good 15 minutes, which was on purpose for the choice of living at the specific complex. It meant you only had 30 minutes instead of an entire hour to eat.

Back at your front door, you fumbled in your purse to get your key, only to realize…you had left them on your desk.

Today is just not my fucking day…

Defeated, you slump against the door, not paying attention to the large hand reaching over to tap your shoulder.

"Yo, ya locked out or something?"

You look up, startled to see your neighbor standing next to you, a look of amusement on his face.

"No. I left my keys at work."

He laughs, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

"Just as you deserve, bothering me last night."

You narrow your eyes, fed up with his smug grin. Before you can say anything, he sighs and looks away.

"You clean up nice. That offer still stands."

Confused, you tilt your head. "What?"

"If you wanna fuck, remember?"

He, in fact, did say that so casually, but you only figured he was joking or being obtuse due to being interrupted. You look at your phone, annoyed that you still had 20 minutes before you had to return to work, but without your key, there was no point in standing in the hallway entertaining this man's lifestyle choices.

"Yeah, you wish; I have more important things to do."

He shrugs and points to your door. "Right, like getting locked out of your apartment."

"Look, I was only trying to enjoy my lunch break."

"Come to my place then. I have leftovers."

Your stomach betrays you, growling before you can even decline the invite.

"Fine. But I'll be quick."

You enter his apartment, surprised by how clean and minimalist it appears. Even the toys neatly tucked into the corner made your place look like a mess. He had to of had someone helping him.

"Chicken, vegetable, or beef?" He asks, sliding over take-out cartons toward you. You make your selection as he grabs it and tosses the contents on the stove in a frying pan. After a few moments, he holds a stray plate from the drying rack and slides the food onto it.

"Here."

You look at it in awe, picking up the chopsticks and tasting it. It was alright, especially for reheated takeout. You eat a reasonable amount, pushing the plate away and bowing.

"Thanks for the meal." You look up, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not sorry for bothering you last night. You do need to keep it down."

He smirks. "Why…jealous?"

"You know what, never mind. I'm leaving."

"Sure, whatever. You owe me for the food, by the way."

You watch a grin spread across his face as he crosses his arms.

"How much?" You ask with annoyance, half expecting he'd pull this on you in the first place.

His fingers point down, your eyes following down to the semi-bulge that protruded from his sweats.

"What? You…seriously?"

"I have a thing for watching women eat what I make. Those lips of yours look soft too."

The compliment inflates your ego, but you look at your watch and realize the time. Plus, it was a high assumption that a girlfriend made all that noise last night.

"I can pay you. How long-uh? I mean, how much?"

"9 inches, soft. You tell me how big, hard." He smirks at you again, mocking your slip-up.

" I don't have time for this."

"I saw you at the daycare, making me watch you leave." He walks up to you, grabbing your chin from across the counter to look up at him.

"Think I wasn't gonna watch that sweet ass of yours? I can see why someone wanted to put a baby in you."

Your cheeks heat up, your words coming out in stammers. As much as you couldn't help but admit, you were trying to get attention but only to be petty, not to entice. It worked too good, and this man was hooked. If you weren't going to be late going back to work, and the possibility of his partner walking in, you would take a chance in seeing that giant cock of his again.

"It's now or never, sweetheart."

You frown, correcting him by saying your name. He leans down and takes your lips in a deep, sloppy kiss, biting your lips as he pulls back.

"Y/N, huh? Just to hear your sharp tongue scream my name, call me Toji."

Fuck. I'm already late headed back. What do I do…

The temptation was eating away at you. Leaving now would only be a waste of returning late from your break. And it wasn't like you were late all the time.

You inhale and exhale slowly, meeting eyes with Toji. Your focus draws to the scar on the corner of his lips, and he notices, using a thumb to trail around your mouth.

"So, I take it you're staying."

You pull your face away and go over to the other side of the kitchen island. There was no need to get comfortable or set the scene. You just wanted to finish this and return to your job.

He smirks, leaning against the sink, watching you untie the drawstring of his sweats and pull down on the waistband revealing his twitching swollen cock, the tip of him peeking from the foreskin. What surprised you is that he wasn't even hard, your hand grasping his shaft to bring it to your lips. A musky, earthy smell also hits you as your head comes closer. Judging by the cleanliness of his apartment, you could only assume he showered regularly, and this was his natural scent.

He gives you no time to think further about it, grabbing the back of your head and shoving himself right into your cheek. Your mouth opens to allow him access, your tongue trailing up and waiting for some witty retort or sarcastic teasing. But it's only the sound of a short grunt, followed low hum as he grips your hair.

You continue trying to take as much of him in your mouth as possible, realizing just how thick he is toward the middle compared to the tapered mushroom head. You manage, though it appears he's grown harder, adding an inch that pressed against the back of your throat.

So a shower and a grower? This isn't fair…

You gag, which makes him groan louder, eagerly pushing your head even more until he's touching past your tonsils. You were officially halfway down his cock (now fully erect), having to breathe through your nose and hold on to his hips to brace yourself.

"I knew it. That pretty mouth of yours is taking my dick so well..now sit still."

You do so, keeping your eyes locked with his gaze as his hips move forward at an even pace. With each stroke, he pushes further into your throat, grunting and breathing heavily as his grip tightens on your hair. He stops and grits his teeth when you begin to mimic those same movements, your head bobbing and your tongue trailing the underside of his shaft. You feel the slight tug of his foreskin slides against your cheeks, the look of pleasure forming on his face as he bites his lip.

"Fuck…."

You'd smirk if your mouth wasn't so full. Suddenly, Toji stops you, pulling himself from your mouth and hoisting you onto the kitchen island in one movement. He tears away your pantyhose and slides up your dress, roughly shoving you back as he pulls down your panties to your ankles. Without giving you any chance to speak, his head dives between your thighs, and you feel his wide, wet tongue press against your clit. You cover your mouth, but you feel him snatch your arm down.

"Nuh uh, none of that shit."

He presses his tongue against you again, trailing it to dip into your heat. You mewl and squirm, hands held down by his own so you can be heard. He pauses to inhale your scent, laughing loudly as he growls with heavy-lidded eyes.

"Your pussy smells just as good as it tastes, Y/N."

You look down at him, half concerned at the compliment but too aroused to comment. He smirks and surrounds the sensitive flesh with his mouth, licking and sucking relentlessly to make you cry out. Toji pulls back, staring at your hole covered in his salvia. Taking two fingers, he slides them into you, humming with satisfaction.

"As I thought, you…are tight as hell. The doc must have stitched you up good."

It took you a moment to realize that he was referring to the infamous "husband stitch" doctors made if they had to cut you during childbirth. That he was betting on that being a possibility was typical. You didn't even know this man for a day, and he was so transparent in his tastes, not that he bothered hiding it from you.

To hell with it; as long as I get off…this will be worth it.

He pulls out his fingers, putting them to his mouth and using his other hand to push you down.

"Open 'em."

Your legs part, but he pulls them further as he positions himself at your entrance. He was tall enough to make this position work, which impresses you. Your body flinches when he smacks the tip of himself against your clit, pushing down to your hole before roughly thrusting up into your wet cunt. He groans loudly when you scream from the stretch, your walls clinging around him with a snug fit. He'd been right about you being tight, but he was also thicker than most toys You've used during your intimate time.

He doesn't pause, immediately thrusting into you quickly, causing your entire body to jiggle and shake with each stroke. He lifts your leg onto his shoulder, allowing him to enter you deeper, though he bottoms out only a fourth of his cock left.

"God damn, I'm about to cum already…shit."

He presses a thumb against your clit, rolling it clockwise as he slams into you. He was so hard and thick that you could feel him possibly push around other organs in the area, even press against your cervix with rough taps. The sound of skin slapping and the smell of sex fills the room. The kitchen counter is covered with juices and arousal. Your head becomes dizzy with pleasure, the haze coming over you as your eyes roll in the back of your head. He watches you, panting and grunting.

"That's it…come on fucking say it…"

At the peak of your climax, you scream his name, clear fluid spilling out of you as your walls tighten around him to indicate your orgasm. His cock twitches and swells before shooting out thick ropes of cum deep into your pussy, as he leans to growl in your ear.

The two of you breathe heavily, stuck in the aftermath of your pleasure for a few moments. Finally, Toji pulls out, leaving you a mess of cum and other fluids that spill onto the counter.

"Damn…it's been a minute since I've come like that. You're a fucking mess."

It takes a few more seconds to process, looking down at what he was talking about and realizing just how much shit you were in. One, you noticed none of you bothered to use a condom (thankfully, you were on the pill), and second, the time on the clock showed you were more than an hour late coming back from your break.

"Oh fuck me, I can't return to work like this!" You try to stand on your feet, but your knees give out, having to brace yourself on the counter. You flash an angry glare at Toji, who chuckles at the sight of your distress.

"You can't even walk, Y/N. Need me to carry you?"

You didn't have any patience left to deal with his teasing. You could only wobble your way to your bag and pull out your phone, seeing a missed call from your co-worker. Quickly calling back, you give an excuse that there was an emergency during your break and you'd be back shortly. The good news was that your boss had to step out, so I didn't notice you were gone for so long.

You hang up the phone looking back at Toji, who is still smugly watching you.

"Leaving?"

"Yes. I am. If you wanted a second round.."

He looks down casually at his hands before looking back at you.

"Nah, I'm good. But…"

He saunters over to his bathroom door, giving you a wink.

"Might wanna wash the smell of my dick off before you go."

After a quick shower, you inspect your dress to ensure nothing gets on it. Your pantyhose was ruined, and you couldn't find your panties. You decide to just slip back in your bra and dress, slipping in your heels, not bothering to say a word to your neighbor that just fucked the life of you.

The rest of the work went by fast, thankfully so. After picking up your kid, you both head home and catch Toji speaking to a woman who looks indifferent to your presence in the hallway.

That must be his girlfriend…

You go to your door, ignoring the two until he calls you. You turn, seeing that the other woman has left.

"Hey, you left something at my place."

To your horror, he holds up the panties you assumed you lost. You snatch them quickly.

"Are you insane? Wasn't your girlfriend just here speaking with you?"

"Her? That's my ex-wife. We were just talking about our son. Her turn to pick him up from daycare."

You stand in silence, annoyed more than ever that he even answered you truthfully. You open the door, allowing the toddler to run in and laugh happily as you stand in the hallway.

"What? Need something else?" He asks with a cocky tone to his voice.

"No." You turn your head, but he reaches out to grab your jaw and turn it back, giving you a quick kiss with a sly grin.

"Bring that sweet, tight pussy over any time."

He lets you go, humming to himself while he shuts his door. You stand speechless in the hallway, taking a moment before shaking yourself back to reality.

This man is going to be trouble…

#jjk smut #oneshot #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x y/n #single dad toji #mind the tags #reader is single parent with kid

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lanitalay · 11 months

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Before I Say Goodnight

Chapter 7

a/n Hiiiii, new chapter yay. Last post I got a request for a tag list, let me know if you're interested in something like that! Also, I'm going to try to keep up the writing schedule I have now so you can expect new chapters every 2-3 days.

word count: 2.5k

Warnings: mentions of a knife and throw up

Other chapters

Hot, humid breath fans the back of your neck as someone or something holds you tight. You struggle against the restraint to no avail. Whatever is holding you has canines that nick and poke at the back of your head. You stiffen as you feel hot liquid rolling down your back, unsure if it's sweat or blood. You’re being pushed and dragged by this monster. It’s a familiar forest, a universe away. Claws press into your hips and you cry out as you feel them press through skin and scrape against bone. You wake mid gasp. Nightmare. That was just a nightmare. It had been a while since you thought of that forest. It was a trap. You had no proof but also no doubt. The lack of light seeping through the curtains let you know it is way too early to start your day. So you focus on breathing hoping sleep takes over soon.

When you went to breakfast the next morning you were relieved to find the dining room empty. After last night you didn’t know how to interact with Azriel, having told him things that not even your closest friends from home know. So you eat in silence and try to forget about last night, the nightmare and the dread that threatened to spill over whenever you were undistracted for longer than fifteen minutes.

When you walked into the library Gwyn approached you immediately “Y/n! I’m so glad you are back, yesterday we found something and waiting to tell you has been tortuous” blood drains from your face and you swear your heart stops for a few beats. “What do you mean?” She walks over to a table with at least twenty books sprawled across it. “There is this book that talks about opening portals with a series of symbols, they are extremely intricate and the portal working depends on making the symbols perfectly but it’s totally doable. Then in this book there is a description of different realms that have been accessed by these portals. So, in theory we would just need to figure out which symbols lead to your realm” she finishes and looks at you with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on a face. “I… that’s incredible Gwyn, thank you”. You are terrified to get excited about the news. If it doesn’t work… But if it does then that means a way home. “Don’t thank us yet, we still have to figure out the combinations for your realm but I think it should be done by the end of the week”. Jesus, that’s soon. You spend the rest of the day in a daze, fetching books, picturing your life back home and coming up with explanations for your absence.

By the time dinner rolls around you are starved. “Oh, hi” Azriel half smiles at you “hello, y/n”. You sit in your usual seat across from him, “I’m starving”, fill your plate and begin eating. “How was your day?” You pause your chewing and look at his eyes for the first time since last night “oh, it was alright” you take a sip of water “Gwyn told me that they found something on portals, I could be going home in a few days”. Telling Azriel you’re leaving was hard, goodbye suddenly on the horizon. He takes a few beats to reply “are you happy to be going back?” Right now, you are regretting everything you told him last night. You take a bite and nod. He continues, trying to fill the silence “I’m not surprised Gwyn found a solution so fast. She’s one of the most talented researchers in the library” you nod again. It was true, Gwyn was brilliant, but you didn't appreciate the jealousy that flashed through your chest. That’s something to unpack later. “How was your day?” He looks a little surprised by the question, having accepted that you weren’t in the mood for conversation “it was… productive. Training was good and I got word from one of the spies on the Continent”. You never know what to say when Azriel talks about his position as Spymaster, he didn’t offer details and you didn’t want to pry. You had a feeling that asking too many questions would make you seem suspicious and since you depend on the mercy of the Night Court for food and shelter you thought minding your business was the prudent thing to do. “I haven’t seen Mor in a while, what’s she up to?” His shoulders relax a bit “she’s in the Court of Nightmares for a few days”. Right. The Court of Dreams and Court of Nightmares dichotomy. “And Cassian?” you try to hide the little smirk that will give away your plan to annoy him. “He’s in Windhaven until tomorrow”. He’s so serious. “And Elain?” “Probably at the River House” “And Lucien?” “Somewhere in the human lands, maybe the Spring Court” “and Amren?” “I actually haven’t seen her since last week”. “What about Eris?” He stills. “How do you know Eris?”. His face hardened at the mention of the heir of Autumn. “He came to talk to Lucien at the Manor, I thought I had mentioned it” “you didn’t”. Pivoting, you ask “Nesta?” He runs his hand through his hair “uhm, tonight is girls night so she’s with Gwyn and Emerie getting drunk and gossiping”. That sounds fun. “You know, I meant what I said about teaching you how to use a knife. I could teach you a few self defense techniques before you go” your mind goes to the knife you’re still keeping in your boot “I’d really appreciate that, Azriel. I’m so tired of being easy prey, I wanna be able to put up a fight”. “Great, meet me here at dawn” he gets up “sleep well” and walks away. Dawn?

You’re tired, but there's too much on your mind. So after dinner you find yourself at the library where Nesta keeps all of her romances. “I swear Cassian steals my novels and uses the smut as inspiration” their three distinct laughters fill the room. You chuckle as Emerie goes to pour herself wine but Nesta snatches the bottle before and pours a glass for herself. “Do you mind if I crash your girls night?” the Valkyries look at you, not having noticed your presence and you hear an excited “eeek” as Gwyn tackles you. “Beautiful y/n of course you can join us! Here, have some wine” she hands you a glass that’s full to the brim and you take a few healthy sips “we were gossiping about the boys”. Nesta raises her eyebrows “y/n, be careful with that wine, it’s not meant for humans” you gulp. “Oh god, what’s gonna happen to me?” Nesta laughs “nothing, it’s just really strong. Anyway, he thinks I don't notice but last night he basically played out the bath scene from that novel we read last week” all of you giggle “lucky girl” Emerie teases. “What about you, y/n? Any good gossip to share with the group?” You sip the wine, already feeling light headed “not really”. Nesta’s eyes glitter with something you can’t quite place as she says “has anything happened with Azriel?” she wiggles her brows and you choke. Seeing her this playful is unusual and the idea about you and Azriel is so absurd “no, he’s just been a friend” “I’m sure he wants to be more than that…” you shake your head, sipping more wine. “Not even one kiss?” Emerie asks “not even a hug” she frowns “bummer”. You feel pressured to tell them something interesting so you say “you didn’t hear it from me, but I think there’s something going on with Vassa and Jurian”. The hours fly by between the wine, the stories and the speculating. It is almost dawn when you knock on Azriel’s door.

“Y/n?” his sleep laced voice echoes in the hallway. You hiccup “Azriel there is no way I can train with you”. “You joined girls night” he states “you spied on us?” He crosses his arms across his chest “it’s my job”. “You are just nosy,” he yawns, “can I help you with something?” “I’ve been keeping a secret,” you whisper. The dim hallway conceals the way his face pales at your confession “what do you mean?” You look around, double checking nobody else is here and step closer to him. He’s tall, much taller than you so you grab his shirt and he leans forward to meet you at eye level. He’s pale and stiff as a board as you move your face closer to his, until your lips are just about to touch his ears and in the softest voice he’s ever heard say “I think it was a trap”. He pulls away slightly to look at your face, maybe you’re messing with him. But the worry pouring from your eyes lets him know you are not joking. “I think whoever opened the portal used me to test it out”. He’s wide awake now and your eyes are droopy. “Why do you think that?” You yawn and rub your eyes. “I need to get to bed” he grabs your forearm and asks again “y/n, why do you think that?” Your eyes are basically closing themselves and you mumble “cause, there were no sounds and-” another yawn cuts you off. Azriel straightens up and leads you to your room, he’ll ask more questions tomorrow. He pulls the covers from your bed and you collapse on top of all the decorative pillows. Azriel places the covers over you and lets you sleep.

You feel the pounding in your head before you even open your eyes. After a few minutes you open your eyes and close them again. A couple of more minutes you open them again. It takes a moment to build up the courage to move to a sitting position. Once you do, your gut flips and you bolt to the bathing room, emptying the contents of your stomach. Cold sweat coats your forehead and your back. You sigh, defeated. Slowly, you splash your face with cold water and return to your bed but stop when you see something on your bedside table. A note, a smokey looking beverage, bread and butter. You pick up the note and admire the precise calligraphy “Drink this tonic for your hangover. The lesson has been moved to after lunch. Meet me on the terrace. Bring the knife. Azriel”. You don’t really remember your conversation from last night but you guess you were drunk enough that Azriel figured you would not be getting up for the lesson. You take a few bites of the bread and sip the concoction and gag at the foul taste. Then, you collapse on the bed, having a few more hours to sleep before your lesson.

You feel much better when you wake up the second time, managing to tie your hair with a ribbon and putting on your old leggings, a fleece tunic and your boots. When you walk onto the terrace you shiver. The wind lets you know that Autumn has fully set in. “Good morning” the shadow singer greets with a teasing smirk. “Thank you for the provisions” you approach him, rubbing your arms for warmth “maybe we could have the lesson in an ice box, it would be less windy”. “You have to be prepared for the elements, y/n. Where’s the knife?” You pull it from your boot “right here” and wave it around, pretending to attack him. “So, the first thing to know is to not wave it around like that” he’s serious now. I hate when he gets all monotone. “Let’s start by seeing what you would do if you were immobilized”. Fast as lightning he lunges towards you and grabs you, pinning both arms to your sides. You shriek, not expecting that “Azriel this is ridiculous” he doesn’t let up “didn't Lucien drag you across an entire forest while you tried to get away?” You huff “that’s not fair, I would have gotten free but he knocked me against a tree”. “You were too slow, you have to learn to react on instinct. Now, try to get away” you swear he gripped you even tighter. You begin to thrash, trying to headbutt him, biting, scratching, pinching, screaming, but nothing works. Until you begin to kick your legs wildly and knee his groin. He groans and his hold on you falters for a second. You bring your hands to his chest and push him away while ducking. It’s messy but you get away. Until a calloused hand grabs your shoulder and your back meets his chest again only this time there's a blade pressed to your neck. “And then you’re dead” you roll your eyes “I think I did a great job” he lets you go and you immediately miss his warmth “I think we have a lot of work to do”. You stay on the terrace until nightfall and by the end of the lesson you are able to use the knife, more or less.

You’re walking towards the dining room when Azriel asks “do you remember what you told me last night?” Oh god what did I say? “No, things got hazy half way through Gwyn’s story about some ribbon cutting ceremony… or something to that effect”. He stops walking and lowers his voice “you told me you think the portal was a trap, is that true?” Your throat goes dry and you nod. “I’m sorry I woke you up for that, it’s just a thought I had” he insists “why?” You let out a breath and explain your reasoning. The dead air, the lack of life around the circle, the mist that caged you in and the feeling of being watched. He nods, taking all of it in. You feel embarrassed. He probably thinks I’m crazy. “I’ll contact my spies to see if they’ve seen anything recently” you appreciate it, you really do but you can’t go down this spiral again “can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m starving”. You reach the dining room and are greeted by the smell of food and Nesta and Cassians conversation. “Y/n! Glad to see you on two feet, Nesta was worried you died after last night” you roll your eyes and sit down. “How did you feel today?” Nesta asked “I threw up when I woke up but Azriel left me a drink that helped with the hangover” you pretend you don’t notice Nesta’s raised brows.

The following morning you return to the library and see Gwyn writing notes in a notebook. “Hi Gwyn”. “Oh, hi y/n.” she doesn’t look up “I’m copying the symbols we think might lead to your realm. If you’d like we can try it out right now, we just need to find an open space and some paint” A few minutes later she finishes and frowns when she sees your expression “what’s wrong?” “Do you think this could actually work?” She looks unsure “maybe”.

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Hi! I was remembering how some of your fics have Roman practicing conversations with the other sides in the Imagination over and over. Now, I tend to be one of those people that is almost always in my head (been mildly dissociating near constantly for almost a year now which uh- probably should get that checked out actually) and a lot of the time when I do stuff I get deja vu even if I've never done something like that before. And it's kinda gotten to the point where I'm not entirely sure if something has actually happened or not sometimes. So I was thinking maybe Roman references a conversation what he'd had with the Imagination!Sides in passing on accident, and everyone is kinda like "Princey wtf are you talking about??" And Roman panics and hides, and the next time he sees the sides he thinks that they don't wanna see him and this is a scene in the Imagination. So he gets really confused when the words he's learned will get the fake sides angry at him just are met with more concern and worry from the real sides. And they're trying to comfort him and he doesn't know what's going on and yells "CUT!" but obviously it doesn't work and now everyone is really worried and Roman can't tell between what's real and what's fake anymore and just. Has a mental breakdown. and then they comfort :D because I cannot leave this poor guy with an unhappy ending. – anon

hiii !!!! idk if you’re taking requests, and if not please ignore me, but if you are, i’m legit in love with how you write rociet with roman angst, and i would love to see more of it !!!!!! thank you !!!!!!!! – anon

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Warnings: unreality/roman having trouble remembering things and figuring out what's real, self-doubt

Pairings: dlampr, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 4976

It begins so slowly that they don't think anything of it at first. Roman will say something that they don't remember, or he'll reference something that never happened, or he'll forget something that happened just a few days ago as though it happened several months back. Things...escalate, and soon they figure out the problem is far, far worse than they could have ever imagined.

Remus doesn't bother with asking or knocking, he just sinks into Roman's room right over his bed.

There's no yelp or screech, which means Roro's not in the bed, but he does get a surprised little squeak when he turns around from his desk.

"Ro-bro!"

"Re? I thought you were—you went—aren't you feeding Ollie right now?"

Remus frowns, sitting up. "No, that's not for another week. And you're supposed to come with me."

Roman furrows his brow, toying with his pen. "Really? I thought you said…"

He trails off, staring into nothing and Remus's frown deepens, sliding off the bed and walking over. Roman's pen stills, his grip a little too tight, and Remus nudges his shoulder. "Roro?"

It's like someone electrocuted him—Roman clicks and suddenly this wide grin that looks almost painful settles on his face and Remus blinks in surprise. "Sorry, don't know what came over me. Must've been lost in thought."

"Are you—hey!"

Roman leaps up and tackles Remus through the door into the Imagination, summoning his sword and swinging it before Remus has a chance to catch his breath. His morningstar clangs against the blade a moment later and he grins too—he's been waiting for Roman to start one of their fights for ages!

"Come on," Roman taunts, spreading his arms, "or are you just gonna lie there all day?"

"Oh, you asked for it, Roro."

Their sparring shakes the ground, yells and laughs ringing out as their weapons clash over and over and over. Remus throws back his head and howls and the Imagination responds, the sky growing dark and thick with clouds as thunder booms in the distance. Roman's sword grazes his arm and he shoves Remus hard in the chest, knocking him over.

"Do you yield?"

"Never!" He springs back up and they're off again, but Roman keeps dancing out of the way. "How're you so fast? Have you been practicing without me?"

Roman falters and Remus jams his elbow into the soft part of Roman's ribs, knocking him off-balance just enough to swat the sword from his hand. The first raindrops start to fall as Roman lands on his side, Remus's morningstar about to aim for his chest when a leg trips him and suddenly Roman's got his sword back—how did that happen?—and Remus's weapon is flying across the field.

"How the fuck—?"

"Do you yield?"

Remus snarls playfully and jumps up, tackling Roman and knocking his sword away again. Roman responds instantly, grappling across the slowly-muddying field until they end up on their backs, Roman's arm holding Remus in a chokehold as the rain pours down on them.

"Do you yield?"

"Yeah, yeah," Remus gasps, "I fucking yield. Leggo."

Roman chuckles and lets him roll off, landing face first in a mud puddle. His muscles ache but only in the good way and he flops onto his back, smiling breathlessly at the sky.

"That was fucking amazing, Roro," he gasps, "you have been practicing, haven't you?"

"Just trying to keep up with you," comes Roman's answer, just a little too quickly.

Remus doesn't think anything of it.

"Roman?"

"Hm?" Roman looks up from his spot in the corner of the living room, curled around his notebook. "Oh, hey, Padre. Is everything okay?"

Patton tilts his head. "Yeah, kiddo, why wouldn't it be?"

"Sorry, it's just, you know, everyone's been a little tense recently, what with…" Roman makes a vague gesture. "Everything. I shouldn't have assumed, though, I'm sorry."

Before Patton can ask if Roman's okay, Roman's settling his notebook to the side and standing up.

"What can I do for you?"

"I was going to ask if you wanted to help me with dinner?"

An expression flickers across Roman's face, too quick to name, before he's smiling and bowing. "It would be my honor, lead the way."

At least he's alright enough for that. Patton goes over to the kitchen, Roman behind him, and reaches for the large pot at the back of the stove. "I was thinking we could try that new pasta dish that Virgil's been asking about? The one Thomas saw on that YouTube video?"

"The one with all the spices and garlic and stuff?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"I don't remember if we have all the ingredients we need, but I'm definitely down to try." Roman opens a cabinet and starts taking bottles down from the shelf. "We can also definitely tweak the recipe to make sure that we can do the important parts, we just have to be careful that—"

"Uh, Roman?"

Roman pauses, turning to look over his shoulder, still holding a jar. "Yeah?"

"I, uh, I did this last week, I know what spices we have. I figured this out, you don't have to tell me how to do it."

Again, that expression flickers over his face and he quickly sets down the jar and takes a big step away from the counter. "Right, right, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I just wanted to—no, I'm not gonna make an excuse. I'm sorry, Patton, I'll listen."

"It's fine, kiddo, I know you didn't mean it." Patton holds out the pot. "Can you fill this with water?"

"Of course!"

They start prepping, Patton providing little instructions and Roman carrying them out. He chops the shallots, the green onions, and sets the sausage to the side to be cooked first. By the time they're ready to start the actual cooking, Patton's got the water boiling for the rice noodles when Roman looks over his shoulder.

"Um, what are you doing?"

"Cooking the noodles, that's it."

"But they're—sorry, aren't they supposed to be cooked later?"

"We need them ready to add to the rest of the stuff near the end, kiddo, so they have to be ready."

"But they only take a few minutes." When Patton frowns, just thinking Roman's words over, Roman hastily continues. "Sorry, I'm sure you know that already. Here, I'll, uh, would it be helpful if I got a bowl out to put them in once they're done?"

"Yeah, that'd be great."

He catches that expression on Roman's face again, and again it vanishes too quickly for him to ask about, but the rest of the cooking goes off without a hitch. They get a lot of compliments on how good everything tastes and Patton makes sure Roman gets as much of the praise as he does.

"I just listened to you," Roman demurs, "it's really all you."

"It seems not only have you cooked a spectacular dish," Logan observes, "but you've also taught Roman some humility."

Virgil snorts. "'Bout time."

Roman smiles as the rest of them laugh. Patton takes another bite. "This is even better than last time."

"Last time," Roman says quietly, "sorry, can you—when was last time?"

"Sheesh, Princey, how bad is your memory getting? It was just last week?"

"Last week, right."

Patton opens his mouth to ask why Roman still sounds unsure about it, but then Remus throws one of the prawn shells at Janus and he doesn't think about it anymore.

"Easy, now," Roman murmurs, still stroking his hand up and down Virgil's spine, "that's it…you're doing really well, shadow-ling."

Virgil closes his eyes, resting against Roman's solid chest as the last of the panic attack bleeds from his veins. His breathing has yet to even out, but he can start to smell some of Princey's shampoo again, so he takes it as a win. He'll deny it later, but he turns his head to nuzzle into the crook of Roman's neck. Roman doesn't say a single thing, just shifting his grip to hold Virgil more securely in his lap.

"Hey," he says gently when Virgil headbutts his chin, "you here with me, bud?"

"Mmpf."

Roman's chuckle thrums warmly through his head. "I'll take that as a 'sort of.'"

Half of Virgil expects Roman to gently prod him into taking care of himself the rest of the way: getting him water, making him try and eat a little, getting him out of the gross and sweaty clothes into clean ones, even trying to talk him into taking a shower. And he'd do it, putting up his cursory protests, but that would mean that Roman's getting ready to leave and right now, in the last of the panic, he really wants Princey to stay.

He'd deny it if Roman ever asked him, of course, and he'd throttle Janus before he could chirp how much of a lie that was.

But Roman doesn't do that. Instead, he wraps his arms even more gently around Virgil and tucks him half over his shoulder, almost straddling his lap as one of his hands begins to card through his hair. Pressed chest to chest, he has to stifle another hitching gasp as Princey starts humming. It's a low and gentle tune, almost melancholy, and he swears it's some kind of magic as it reaches into the exhausted heap of emotions still swirling in his gut and starts coaxing it out of him.

Yeah, that means he goes back to crying into Princey's shoulder, but it's a softer cry that feels like he might actually feel better when it's over and he has no idea how Roman knows exactly what to do.

He's not gonna question it though.

There's no way the song Princey's humming is as long as he holds him for, so he must be doing it over and over, which just makes Virgil cry more because Roman is choosing to stay with him right now, he's choosing to let Virgil be a puddle of mess on his lap, and he's still running his fingers lightly over Virgil's back and yes, actually, Virgil would like to stay here forever.

When the tears eventually run out and Virgil's just floating there, in a really pleasant haze, he realizes that Roman isn't going to move until Virgil decides he wants to move. Not when he's just shifting so it's easier for Virgil to breathe, and he's still scratching gently along the space between his shoulder blades.

"…Princey?"

"Hm?"

"How'd…how'd you know what to do?"

Roman turns and noses Virgil's hair. "You told me, remember?"

Virgil's tired brain tries to figure out when he gave Roman the step-by-step on how to give him the best, most indulgent comfort ever and draws a blank. "No. I—when'd I do that?"

Roman's hand stutters for a moment, just a moment, but a moment nonetheless. "Maybe I just figured out why it took me so long to realize what you needed, then."

Talking is hard, and so Virgil doesn't do it, but he does think about it.

"It's not that bizarre of an opinion, to be sure, but the way it's phrased speaks more of an incomplete understanding of the topic than they intended."

"No, I see your point. I mean, I know I'm definitely biased and reading sentences like that tends to make me defensive, but I know that, and I'm trying to work on it." Roman pinches the bridge of his nose. "I think it's just hard because when you make such sweeping generalizations that imply that you really don't know what it is you're talking about, it's hard for me to not be super defensive and stuff, does that make sense?"

"It's another area for you to work on—"

"Yeah, I know."

"—but I see your point. If someone doesn't come to the table in good faith, it's difficult to have good faith yourself." Logan sits back, still pondering the opinion piece in front of them. "Though it is clear they lack the same kind of expertise and knowledge that you do."

"I think that's also why it's hard for me—I can list, like, four different examples offhand that would disprove their point, and at least half a dozen more that show the contradictions they've made in the last paragraph alone—like, I'm not alone here, that part contradicts their point about pacing, doesn't it?"

"Not entirely, but yes, it lends an ambiguity to their earlier statement."

"Right." Roman rubs his forehead and flips through his notebook, brow furrowed. "I swear I remember when we talked about academic continuity, I just need to find that page."

Logan frowns. "When we what?"

Roman looks up, brow furrowed. "When we talked about…you know, the importance of making sure your argument—or your point, sorry—carries through your entire piece?"

"I don't recall that conversation."

"You, um—" Roman starts flipping through his notebook, his movements taking on an increasingly frenetic pace— "you brought one of my papers to me that we talked about and you started going through the um, the problems with the layout and we started talking about the importance of—I swear it's in here, I just need to find it."

Logan sits forward, his brow increasingly furrowing as Roman almost tears a page trying to turn it. "Roman, it's—"

"Here." Roman runs his finger down the page, still not meeting Logan's gaze, "we talked about how it's important to have a coherent theme that the reader can follow and how to acknowledge conflicting viewpoints without placing them in a hierarchy."

Logan blinks. That does sound like a conversation that he and Roman would have—one that he believes he'd rather enjoy—but he has no recollection of it. Roman's expression flickers when he says as much, something almost like panic rising in his gaze before it's quickly stifled.

"Well," he says, forcing a smile onto his face, "perhaps I was just reading it back over and imagined what you'd say."

"I quite like this imaginary version of me, then," Logan jokes, "he makes excellent points."

Roman's reaction is not quite a flinch, but his smile squeezes for a moment too long before he nods.

"Would you mind having it again," Logan asks, "for the sake of—?"

"Oh, I couldn't do it justice," Roman says a little too quickly, "but you, um, you can read it? If you want?"

Logan blinks again, surprise coloring his voice. "You'd let me read your notes?"

"…if…if you want to?"

Waiting for Roman to retract that invitation at any moment—he has never seen Roman fiercer than when something touches his notebooks—Logan reaches out and carefully starts to read. The conversation's transcript—or summary—is fascinating. He finds himself almost mourning the fact that this wasn't a conversation he'd actually had. Although some of the comments that he can tell are his are a touch more callous than he'd prefer, he finds himself engrossed in their dialogue until he gets to the latter half.

Roman's handwriting grows sloppy, as it is wont to do when he gets caught up, but there are occasional splotches of discoloration where it looks like something wet.

"Oh, I was drinking something," Roman says offhandedly when Logan asks, "must've spillled."

"I'm surprised you'd drink around your notebooks, you take such care of them."

"Well, you know me."

Before Logan can point out that he does, that's why he's confused, Roman's saying that he's sorry, but he's a little worn out, would Logan mind terribly if they cut this short a bit? Logan shakes his head and watches Roman pick up his notebook, walking out of his room. That moment of panic lingers in his mind and he frowns, wondering why Roman had panicked.

He thinks about that and the drops of liquid that had obscured a line in Roman's handwriting that just said cut.

Janus hears Roman lie over and over again and he's about to break something.

Every time, he has to hold back his visible surprise that one, Roman is lying so readily, and two, that he's getting away with it. The little prince is a better actor than Janus gave him credit for—than any of them gave him credit for, as it's turning out—and the more times it happens, the more Janus thinks that something right under their noses is going terribly, horribly wrong.

The lies aren't big enough for them to be problems on their own, but they stack on top of each other like pebbles until it feels as though Janus blinks one day and there's a wall between Roman and the rest of them that seems insurmountable. And each time another adds to the mass, he thinks about calling it out, but they're never for something so serious as to warrant a full interrogation and the last thing he wants to do is let Roman know he's suspicious of him.

…it sounds much worse than it is.

It's just that if Roman is this good about keeping everyone off his tail right now, with almost no baseline suspicion or cause for concern, he has no desire to see what would happen if Roman was intent on keeping it a secret. And if he is going to succeed in uncovering why Roman feels so fundamentally scared, something Virgil only admitted after Janus had poked and prodded him for far too long, then he needs all of the rest of them on his side too.

His opportunity comes unexpectedly.

They're having a meeting—not a meeting meeting, they're just talking about what they want to do this weekend—and Roman brings up a conversation they'd had about making sure movie nights were comfortable for everyone. Talking about possible triggers beforehand, making sure everyone had equal access to whatever snacks they wanted, even down to making sure everyone behaved considerately while the movie was playing to ensure everyone was having a good time.

A perfectly reasonable thing to bring up, except that conversation never happened.

"What?" Roman looks around. "Are—it did, I swear. We were—we were getting ready to watch the second Venom movie and Remus brought up the body horror and gore that happens and we started talking about—"

He looks around at them all again.

"Do…do none of you remember this?"

"No, kiddo."

"Not really."

"It would be a good conversation to have, but I don't remember this instance of it."

Remus and Janus just shake their heads, Janus keeping his eyes on Roman as he fiddles with his hands.

Don't lie, Roman, please.

"Sorry," Roman says, flashing a bright smile, "must be getting lost in my Imagination again."

Janus narrows his eyes—not technically a lie, but Roman's leaving something out. For a moment, it seems like the conversation will keep flowing and he'll have to wait for a better time to ask Roman what's wrong, but then Patton's speaking up.

"Kiddo?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

Roman laughs. "Yeah, of course, Padre, why wouldn't I be?"

Lie. Janus hisses softly and Roman's head jerks around.

"What's the matter," Logan asks, and Roman jerks again at the gentle tone, "will you talk to us, Roman?"

"You've been acting a little strange for a while now," Patton agrees, taking a step closer, "is everything okay?"

"Yeah, like I said," Roman tries, a smile still sort of on his face, "everything's fine, why are you—"

Janus hisses again as Virgil sits up. "Princey, you don't have to be scared, you can—"

"I'm not scared!"

The stronger lie sears across Janus's tongue as Roman winces at the force of his own shout. He pinches the bridge of his nose. No one dares move for several long seconds. Just when Logan looks like he's about to say something, Roman takes a deep breath and lowers his head.

"I'm sorry," he says in a voice that sounds so mournful it makes Janus's chest ache, "I didn't mean to shout or snap at you. You didn't deserve it, I'm sorry. I think I—I've just been spending too much time in the Imagination again."

As soon as he finishes talking, he braces. Like he's expecting to get hit. He hears Remus make a worried noise next to him, starting to reach out.

"Little one," Logan says gently, "we're not angry with you, there's no need for all of that."

Roman's eyes snap open and at the look of pure confusion on his face, a few more of them let out little sounds. Virgil stands up and Roman turns too quickly to face him.

"Hey, Princey," Virgil soothes, his hands up, "I'm not moving, okay? I'm just worried. You're—I can feel you freaking out a little that's all."

"Sweetheart," Patton calls next and Janus winces at how much Roman's neck keeps snapping back and forth, "sweetheart, it's okay, you're safe, it's gonna be okay."

"Back off a bit, we're crowding him."

All of them—except for Remus—take a step back. Remus edges closer and closer to Roman until he can rest a hand on Roman's shoulder. Roman just trembles and Remus cups the side of his face.

"Hey, Roro. Look at me. Just at me, okay?"

"I don't—this wasn't—"

"Breathe," Remus bids softly, and Roman draws a few gasping breaths.

"This wasn't supposed to happen."

"What wasn't?"

"This—I—I don't—"

Remus opens his mouth to say something else when it morphs into a wordless sound of surprise as Roman sinks out abruptly, leaving him scrabbling at the empty air as the rest of them rush forward.

"What happened?"

"Where'd he go?"

"Did we do something to upset him?"

"What's going on?"

Janus doesn't say anything, still staring at the spot where Roman had been. He thinks about all of the lies he's heard, all of the things Roman hasn't said, and how out of all of the things Roman lied about, he'd never lied about being lost in the Imagination.

A conclusion starts to take shape.

+1.

"No wonder you've been so off, your head hasn't been attached to you since you lost it."

"It's a bad idea to spend so much time in the Imagination, Roman, you know that."

"That sounds really irresponsible, Roman. You should know better."

"Quit hogging the Imagination, I need to use it too."

"Oh, of course you were, Roman, did you honestly think we'd expected anything different?"

"You need to be better disciplined, if you can't get the work done you need to before deciding to go off and play."

"Sheesh, Princey, are you really that selfish?"

"If it's getting so bad that you're having delusions, then you need to stop, kiddo."

"Oh, no, Roman's having trouble understanding what's real again."

"The fuck is wrong with you?"

"You're being dramatic, pull yourself together."

"Your crocodile tears aren't convincing anyone, you know."

"Stop crying, you're not a baby."

"Do you think that if you throw a big or pathetic enough tantrum, it'll get us to spoil you? Grow up."

"Stupid."

"Ridiculous."

"Pathetic."

"Annoying."

"Worthless."

"You can't do anything right."

"You're being ridiculous."

"We should never have relied on you."

"I knew you couldn't handle it."

"We're better off without you."

Roman curls up around his pillow, wedging himself deeper into the corner. He jams his face between it and the wall. He tries to keep his hands out of sight. He counts in his head as he breathes, trying to keep it as even as possible. Eventually it will be over. He just has to last until then. Then he can go to his room and cuddle his plushie dragon and be upset there, out of the way, and hurt all by himself. It's safer that way.

He keeps his breathing nice and steady, letting the hurt course through him. The voices keep going, taunting, mocking, yelling, scolding, until they start to just say his name over and over. Roman, Roman, Roman, Roman—

"Roman!"

Something like a frenzied scream comes from behind him and he turns his face deeper into the wall.

"What the fuck are those things?"

"Shit, how long have those been here?"

"Are they—are they supposed to be us?"

"Yeah, fucked up and cruel versions of us, not on my fucking watch!"

Several wet splats come from behind him and then there are hands on his shoulder, running through his hair, and someone that feels like Remus is murmuring in his ear.

"Hey, Roro, it's over. I destroyed them, they're gone, it's the real us. We're here, we're really here, just—just come out of there, okay?"

Oh. It's this one.

He always finds this one the cruelest, where they lure him in with promises of comfort and safety only to turn on him when he reveals what he's actually upset about. No, thank you, he's hurting just fine on his own.

"Roro, please, come out of there, it's okay, it's all gonna be okay."

"Let me try," he hears Logan's voice say, and then the Remus is moving away and there's another hand on his shoulder, "dear, it's alright. You're going to give yourself neck pain if you stay like that, come here…"

Despite his chest howling at him not to, Roman lets Logan coax him out from the corner. Each word of gentle praise just makes it worse—it's going to hurt so much when they start being mean again.

"Princey—" and there's Virgil— "hey, stay with us, okay? Just focus on us, Pat, do you want to—"

"I got it."

Despite himself, a wounded noise leaves Roman's throat as a blanket gets draped over his shoulders. Careful touches smooth it down, more hands helping to secure it in place, and he just curls up so small under it so he doesn't get used to the warmth.

Just get it over with. Just get it over with. Just get it over with.

"Sweetie," he hears, and flinches at the touch of a smooth hand and a scaled hand on his face.

Wait, what?

Janus never takes his gloves off. Not here. Not like this. They can't—they can't be this cruel to him, not today, not when everything already hurts so much.

"Cut," he manages, "cut."

But the hands don't leave and he looks up to see Janus, actual real Janus looking at him and then he smiles softly and calls him sweetie again, and then Logan is appearing over his shoulder and Patton's adjusting the blanket and Virgil and Remus are keeping watch at the corners of the room and—and—and—

"Come here, sweetie," Janus murmurs and he's falling into his chest and there's a kiss being pressed to his temple and it's warm and soft and—

"Shh, Princey," Virgil says as a thread of panic starts to wind its way around his chest, "it's okay, you're okay," and—

"Come this way a little," Logan coaxes as something soft appears under him, "come lie down, you're alright," and—

"There you are," Patton's voice says as something starts to cuddle him, gently yet firmly and it's so surreal and—

"Oh, Roro," Remus mumbles as his brother's arms wrap firmly around him, "this is real, I promise, I promise we're here with you, everything's gonna be okay, okay? We're here, we're real, you're real, everything's gonna be okay now," and—

—and then Roman doesn't think anymore.

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pretendingtoknowhowtowrite · 2 years

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TITLE: This is real, trust me

Summary: You had a shitty week, anxiety and fatigue are devouring you and you try to forget everything searching for something to drink. While doing so, you find Dean on the same situation. Everything seems fine but you suddenly faint and Dean takes care of your stupid ass.

Tags: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader - smut - 18+ - oral receiving (female and male) - penetrative s3x - fingering - DomDean.

Word Counts: 2,9 K

English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes

Author's notes: the reader is a crybaby here so...yeah, that's it. Feedback is much appreciated as always!

What a shitty day. You didn't sleep much and were on the verge of tears since you woke up. You and the boys were hunting non-stop for weeks, not a moment to relax or a second to think.

It was 3 a.m., and you were staring at the ceiling of that motel room; the fatigue of those days hit you, and tears started rolling down your cheeks. <<Oh, fuck it>> you said out loud and got up from bed. You decided to go down to take a drink from the vending machine, hoping you would fall asleep faster with some alcohol in you. Your eyes were red and swollen, your lips and cheeks red because of your crying. You tied up your hair, put your jacket and slippers on, and went down, wearing shorts and a tank top.

A cold breeze hit your face as soon as you opened the door, and a shiver reached your spine. You saw the light of the vending machine and went down. Unfortunately, the only alcoholic thing was a beer, so that was your best option for the night. You were inserting the coins in the vending machine when you heard a well-known voice <<Having trouble sleeping, Y/N?>>. It was Dean's, and he was sitting on the bench next to the vending machine with a beer in his hand. <<Yup>> you replied and bent down to take your beer. <<Be careful with that, it's gonna explode if you open it right away>> he told you while pointing at your can. <<Oh, right>> you replied and smiled at him <<Do you mind if I sit here for a bit ?>> you asked. He looked at you and took his time looking at your breast, then nodded with a downward smile. You didn't have a large breast, so you really didn't understand why he stared at it, but then you realized it: tank top, no bra, and wind = hard nipples; Dean found the silliest things arousing, so you covered yourself with your jacket while blushing a bit. <<Sooo, what is keeping you awake Y/N? I thought you'd be fast asleep by now>> he said while sipping his beer. You turned to look at him while answering, alcohol was dripping from his lower lip. <> a nervous laugh escaped your mouth as you answered his question, and you sat down on the cold bench.

He looked at you and noticed your swollen eyes and red lips <<Yeah, I get what you mean Y/N>>. Then he hugged you, it was a warm hug that felt like a fire in that cold weather, and kissed your forehead <<I'm here if you need anything, okay?>>, it smelled like iron and alcohol and when that scent reached your nostrils, your body relaxed; you were at ease with such a simple thing. When the two of you were alone, Dean was really sweet to you, he acted so caring and gently that he seemed like a whole different person. You often asked yourself why but always reached the same conclusion: you were younger than him, so he probably felt the need to protect you. That made sense. He did some innuendos and some allusions in the past, but Dean... He was like that with everyone, so you didn't think about it too much. You often replied with a laugh or with something even worse to tease him a bit, just to see him looking away.

<<Thanks, Dean>> you replied and hugged him tightly. Both of you let go of each other and you opened the can. <<No wait Y/N, it's too soo- >> Dean couldn't finish the sentence as beer started to splatter everywhere. You immediately got up to avoid drenching your clothes but the corner of your vision started to blacken. The sudden realization that you didn't eat for the whole day hit you. You tried to find support on the bench and said while looking at Dean <<I'm gonna fain- >>; you couldn't finish the phrase. You lost consciousness and just heard <<Fuck. Y/N!>>.

<<Y/N...>> he snapped you back to reality <<I-I think I love you>> he added while hiding his face with a hand. Your cheeks were red with embarrassment and your heart was beating so fast you were certain he could hear it. Your eyes were locked and you finally whispered <>, while staring at his lips.

Next thing you remember, you were in your bed, and Dean was swirling some sugar inside a cup of water while panicking a bit. <<Fuck Y/N, I told you you should have eaten that burger>> he said with a concerned tone and handed you the sugared water. <<Thanks>> you said while looking at the cup, feeling guilty for making him worry. <<Just take care of yourself!>> he added while looking at you, he had such a concerned look on his face, and you couldn't find the courage to look at him for more than 3 seconds. He took out a donut from the bag he was holding and gave it to you <<Here, eat this. They're from this morning>> he said while handing you the sweet. You silently started eating while looking down. A tear started rolling down your cheek; you were tired and hungry, and, on top of that, you made him worry. He noticed that tear and immediately rushed to sit next to you <<Hey Y/N, What's wrong?>> He asked you and cupped your face with his hand, wiping away that tear. You finally looked at him and started to cry <> you said sobbing and rested your head against his chest. He started caressing your back and holding you between his arms <<ssh Y/N, it's gonna be all right, let it all go>>. His head was on top of yours, your tears were drenching his t-shirt and the two of you stayed like that for a bit.

Finally, he moved you and lifted your chin up to see your face. You were sobbing and couldn't stop, he wiped your tears away and got closer to your face <<How can you be this pretty in such a state?>> he asked you with a hushed tone. Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment and your heart started to beat faster. Dean and you were looking into each other's eyes and your lips were millimeters apart. <<W-what?>> you replied with a shocked tone. <<Oh Y/N, don't you get it?>> he answered while staring at your lips <<why can't I be the same with you as I am with all the other girls? Why can't I stand your innuendos and can't be the usual dick I am with you? >> he said while looking at you. Your mind started to think about what was the aim of that conversation..Dean had feelings for you? "nononono that's impossible" you thought. Sleepless nights were caused by that dork, by his smile and his pretty eyes. You fell for Dean the moment you saw him but futilely tried to hide those emotions, cause like,,, how could he like you? These thoughts were rushing into your head and you couldn't think straight at that moment.

He smiled and kissed you, it was a passionate and gentle kiss, but soon he started twirling his tongue in yours and biting your lips. That kiss relaxed your whole body, your mind was finally empty and everything you could think about at that moment was Dean Winchester. He moved closer to your body and at the end of that kiss, he was on top of you, his gaze locked on your face. <<You have no idea how much I've dreamed about this moment Y/N>> he told you while caressing your face. <<M-me too>> you replied <>.

He smirked and looked at you <<Oh baby, this is gonna feel real, trust me>>. Oh, that tone, that ridiculously flirtatious tone that made you melt every single time. That burning sensation between your thighs started to grow bigger and you couldn't help but let a soft moan out. <<What was that?>> Dean asked you, giggling a bit. <<Oh, shut up dork>> you answered him and chuckled <<Come closer before I change my mind>> you added, (like that was gonna happen) and pulled him closer by his t-shirt. He kissed you again and started to move his hands on your body, caressing your waist, your hips, and your curves. His kisses slowly moved from your mouth to your neck, they became bites that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel Dean's heavy breath on your neck and that feeling was making you so aroused. His hands started to reach your breast and folding it, a moan left his mouth <<You're so fucking perfect>>. He took your top off and stared at you with a grin <<again, so so real. Trust me>>. You giggled and replied <<you better take that t-shirt off 'cause this isn't fair>>; he just nodded with a pretty smile and took his clothes off...all of them except from his boxers. Your mouth automatically opened when you saw his body, his chest, his scars, and his bulge. Fuck, you always believed he was big, but you didn't expect it to be like that. Dean Winchester was perfect and he was standing in front of you, caressing your body. He reached for your hips and slipped your shorts off with a smirk <<Now it's fair>> he said while getting close to your face again. You were so fucking excited and couldn't stop looking at Dean's eyes. He got closer to your ear and whispered with his husky voice <>. Oh...you were soaked down there, it was a fucking pool, to be honest. <<Stop teasing D- >> you couldn't finish that sentence as you felt Dean's fingers pressing against your clit through the cotton of your underwear. <<Okay baby, I'll stop teasing>> he said while gently biting your earlobe. His scent, his voice, and his fingers were driving you crazy. He moved your panties away, and pushed 2 digits inside your wet cunt. A big moan escaped your mouth, all you could hear was Dean giggling and chuckling in response. His thick fingers were moving inside of you, up and down, searching for your sweet spot. He reached it sooner than expected and you arched your back with pleasure <<Dean>>, you moaned his name while keeping his arm tightly. <<I'm not going anywhere Y/N, no need to hold me like that>> he said with a bratty tone. His fingers still moving and rubbing your g-spot, <<c'mon Y/N, let it all go..>> he said while looking at your body. You couldn't hold it anymore and started cumming on his fingers, shivering and trembling while moaning his name. <<Good girl>> he said and kissed you quickly. You were still panting when he took his fingers out, stared at them for a couple of seconds and then sucked your juices off from them with a smirk <<Sweet>> he added <<now let's take this off>>, as he said that, he went on his knees on the bed and took your panties off; a soft moan escaped his throat <<You're so beautiful>> he said while staring at your body. You were red with embarrassment, but Dean's gaze on your body was so heavy and ... arousing. You got up and went on your knees too, started to kiss him, and gently pushed his boxers down. You didn't have to look down cause you felt Dean's cock against your waist, but you did anyway and saw how much pre-cum he built up. <<All that..for me?>> you asked, teasing him a bit. He smirked and just answered <<maybe>>. You laid down again, and now his cock was at the same level as your face, you looked up into his eyes and slowly pushed your lips against his tip. <<Fffffuck>> Dean moaned while looking at you, covering his face with one hand. You smirked and took all his length in your mouth, not without complications... his taste pervaded your mouth and you started to go up and down on his cock.

Dean was moaning so loudly, he started automatically moving his hips and he made you gag on his member with his thrusts, but you didn't care and just let him use your mouth as he pleased. Seeing him so aroused thanks to you made you melt and crumble. That man could have done anything to you at that moment. You could feel his cock twitching inside of your mouth, he was practically mouthfucking you at this point...but you were so horny. Dean suddenly stopped <> he said while looking into your eyes, and raised you up. He kissed you, his precum and your saliva mixed together in that kiss, and you couldn't help but moan in pleasure. He pushed you onto the bed and spread your legs open, your juices were dripping from your thighs, you felt so hot and just wanted him inside of you. <<Look at you>> he said and got closer to your slit, you could feel his breath on your pussy, and you covered your face in shame. You felt his hot tongue tasting you, he stayed outside for a bit, licking your clit and gently sucking it with his mouth but then he quickly moved his fingers on it and went deep inside of you with his tongue. His fingers were rubbing your clit so fast that you couldn't help hit ... you started shivering and trembling while he was going down on you. Your hands reached for his head, and your fingers started going through his hair while you were moaning his name in pleasure. You arched your back and started to shake, your hips were moving and Dean wasn't letting you go for an instant. You looked down and saw his eyes fixed on you... those eyes made you cum again, you were whimpering his name at this point.

<<You taste so good>> Dean said while licking his lips and moving closer to your face. He kissed you again and now your juices melted in your tongue, he began biting your lips and moaning your name. You could feel his cock pressing against your pussy lips and you wanted him so badly <<Please Dean, put it in>> you begged him and spread your legs open for him. As you said that his tip went inside of you and a big moan escaped your throat. His girth was so big, you just weren't ready for that. Your walls tightened around his cock, and he started to slowly push his full length inside of you. He was breathing heavily, sweat was dripping from his body on yours and his scent was driving you mad. <<M-move, pleease>> you said while looking at him <<of course Y/N>> he replied and started moving inside and outside from your pussy, <<you're so fucking wet>> he said grinning, he was holding your waist while going in and out, he looked at your face and started to increase his pace. His thrusts were faster and deeper, one of his hands was now folding your breast, pinching your nipples and he was just looking at your body. Your moans were echoing in the room, your juices were running down your thighs and Dean was sinking his fingers into your body. <<fuuck>> he moaned and then reached for your clit again, he was rubbing it, pinching it, doing anything to make you tremble again. Your moans turned into screams and you could only yell his name with pleasure. He pressed his body against yours while moving his fingers and his hips faster and faster. <<Let it all go, Y/N>> He whispered in your ear. That was your last straw, you started shaking on his dick, sinking your fingernails in his back and screaming his name. Your brain was filled with pleasure and you cummed on his cock, your walls tightened around him and you felt his member twitching inside of you <<fuuck, I'm going to- >>, Dean couldn't finish the sentence as you felt his hot cum stuffing your insides. <<cum>> you replied while giggling a bit. He left his body weight on your body, and both of you were drenched in sweat. <<Yeah, cum>> he chuckled and raised himself up to look at you. He caressed your face and kissed your forehead. <> he added while looking at you with loving eyes. <<so do I>> you answered and hugged him.

<<This probably won't help you recover>> he laughed a bit <<Lay down, I'm gonna get you another donut>>. He got up while u rested on bed, covering your naked body with the bedsheets. His body was so good, you always dreamed of looking at him like this, <> he chuckled. <<Just bring me the donut, I'm gonna faint again because of you>> you said jokingly.

He took the bag and laid next to you, he gave one to you and ate another while holding you tightly.

<> he chuckled while looking at you.

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mattsturniololoverr · 5 months

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~The after party Pt3~

Summary: y/n finally meets the triplets a week before her best friends birthday party , let's say alot happens.....

Warnings: a series - definitely smut in the next chapter -drinking - smoking - m/f receiving - Dom!Matt - p in V - unprotected sex - degradation - praising - use of y/n - getting caught

A/n: this could be the last part <3

pt1 pt2

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"M-matt...please"

I don't think I've ever been this desperate for a man in my life , I don't think I've ever been this desperate at all.All I could think about was his finger going in and out , he started getting faster and faster making me squirm and moan on top of him , my hands fell forwards onto his chest to keep me stable.

He quickly added a second finger and quickened the pace. Thank god nick and Chris went to get food cos my lord they would definitely hear this.

"Matt c-can I ple-" I was cut off by my own moans as the knot in my stomach suddenly snapped causing my juices to fall all over Matt's fingers.

I turned to lay down next to him and lay flat on my back catching my breath.

"I couldn't hold it" I said through my heavy breaths of air.

"That's okay baby"

"You think you're ready"

"Y-yes" I couldn't help but melt at the way he was talking to me. I felt the dip of the bed rise as he got up to take his boxers off.

And the sudden feeling of his hands on my hips as my legs automatically opened to be wrapped around his waist.

"I'll go slow I promise"

"Okay but why do you need to go sl-"

I was immediately cut off by a loud moan as he started to slowly slide into me. I now know why he wanted to slow , he was fucking huge , I could feel the burn , it was like he was tearing me apart.He kept pushing inside as my moans got louder and my nails dug into his shoulders with how hard I was gripping them.

"Nearly half way throu- fuck your so tight"

"HALF?!"

I could hear him laugh lowly as he realises that he's the biggest I've had. He was nearly all the way in until I stopped him.

"Ma-matt wait , how much more"

"Like an inch baby you're doing so well for me"He pushed inwards until he bottomed out. He waited for me to give him some sort of sign saying he could move.

"Mhm" I said in a high pitched squeal with a fast nod saying he can move now.He slowly started moving in and out fully , I could feel his tip hit my cervix every time he pushed back in.

"F-faster" I said trying to hold back my moans.

"You want faster? You sure"

"Fuck!...Yes!" I said as he hit that one sweet spot.

"As you wish" I couldn't even process what he had said before his hip was slamming into mine at an ungodly pace , if you were watching you would wonder how anyone could go that fast.

"FUCK MATT"

"Ye you like that you fucking slut" "Wanting me to go faster". "Well baby wait and see"

He kept whispering dirty things into my ear while pounding into me.

"Still want faster baby"

"F-fa-aster??? Y-ou c-can g-go fas-ster?!"

I couldn't even form proper words. He was fucking me dumb , and he wasn't gonna stop.

"Oh baby , this is nothing"I could feel him speeding up by each thrust.

"O-h m-matt!!"

"Am I Fucking you dumb princess?"

I tried to answer but nothing could come out only loud moans and screams of pleasure.

"I asked you a question , or are you to fucked dumb to answer"

I could tell this was boosting his ego by a lot because his pace started to slow down but the thrusts got harder and harder by each one.

"OUHH!" I could feel the familiar knot tightening by the second.

"Cl-ose"

"Hold it"

"Ca-cant"

"I said hold it"

"M-matt!"

"Let go baby"

That is all I needed for the not to snap , I screamed as cum dripped down his shaft and smeared all over my pussy. But that didn't stop Matt from going , he still needed to cum.

"M-matt it's too m-much!"

"I'm nearly there the princess hold on for me"

His breath kept getting heavier and heavier the closer he got to his high.

"Y-your doing so-so wel- FUCK!"

The next thing I knew was Matt coming inside of me , he slowly pulled out of me with a small whimper of overstimulation while I whined and groaned. He flopped down next to me. And said

"that was fucking perfect".

Once he didn't hear a response he turned his head towards me to find my fast asleep under his covers.He laughed abit while getting of the bed and putting his clothes back on and he put on of his shirts on me and my panties on me.Matt's phones vibrated in his pocket.It was nick ringing

"Hello?"

"Ye erm can me and Chris come back yet, and did it happen?"

"Yes it did happen"

-*- Chris cheered in the background-*-

"Good now we both get our $50"

"Hey I said $20 to get you two out the house so we could get closer.....well ye let's say that"

Matt says that while looking back at me in the bed sleeping peacefully.

"Omg you dirty fucks , you fucked already!?"

"Okay goodbye nick I ain't giving no details" Matt said laughing while hanging up.

Once again his phone vibrated again but this time it was a message from Chris.

Fucker: give me details later 🙏🏼

Matt: you know it.

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armpirate · 1 year

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 27

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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Aprox. time of reading: 15 minutes

Chapter warnings: [Violence] Torture, disfigurement. [Smut] Unprotected vaginal sex, explicit talk, masturbation (male and female).

Y/n stared at the well crafted ceiling, concentrating on all the details from the lamp after her eyesight was able to focus after a few seconds. She woke up suddenly, in the middle of a deep breath, forcing her body to turn on her back as she tried to find a way to get rid of the pressure she suddenly felt on her chest. Her muscles completely relaxed when she was aware of where she was.

Sneaking her arms out of the blanket, she was finally aware of it. She only brought the pillow with her, but she had to admit she was able to sleep better thanks to being covered from the cold. She guessed Jungkook might've brought it before going back to his room, either when he went to check on her or maybe when he went for a glass of water in the middle of the night.

Closing her eyes again, she took a deep breath. There was no point in worrying any longer, she was safe again.

Peace and silence got interrupted by a cracked scream as soon as she stepped out of the couch, resting her feet against something chubby. Startled, and taken by surprise by it, she lost control of her own body and fell over Jungkook's body -who got her as soon as she landed on his chest. That fall worked as a dimmer for her body, feeling the pain on every single one of her bruises at once.

Soon there was nothing to be heard, except of their gasps and whimpers by that clumsy accident.

—Are you okay? —he made sure to ask.

—Yeah —she nodded—. What are you doing here? Imagine if I had stepped on your head instead...

—Don't act like it isn't something you want to do —he scoffed.

And maybe Jungkook was right. She certainly would've stepped on him weeks ago, even being aware that he was sleeping on the ground. But, in that exact moment, after everything that happened, it didn't even cross her mind. She was feeling guilty for not checking out first, but that guilt didn't take long to disappear either. Her mind was getting filled with him, his proximity, his fresh scent invading your nostrils, the shiny ring on his pink lips...

She for sure wanted to do something, and stepping on him was the last thing on that list.

—Maybe you're right —she nodded—. But I'd want to be conscious of what I'm doing, at least. This was an accident... unfortunately —she raised her eyebrow playfully.

—I'll let you step on me as many times you want to if that makes you happy.

That sentence, mixed with the look he was giving her and the new low his voices reached, made all of the hairs in her body rise with excitement.

—Be careful of what you wish.

Still chuckling at her own comment, Y/n tried to get up from the floor, pushing the weight of her body on her arms. A sudden stitch on her elbow made her lose her balance for one brief second, getting Jungkook to sit on his knees fast to make sure she wouldn't fall again.

—Are you okay?

Still holding her elbow, Y/n nodded. She had been through worse, and her body has been in worse conditions than that. She for sure would be able to get through it with no problems. She also was able to recognize the pain in her arm. Everything that happened those weeks, and that fall a few minutes before, contributed to what she usually called "Common pain". It wasn't broken, and she doubted it was a sprain either. It wasn't something that couldn't heal by itself after some rest and ice.

—Yeah —she nodded again—. It just hurts a little bit —she admitted, holding her elbow with the opposite hand.

—Maybe I should call Joonwoo, and get you some medical tests.

—I'm okay —she cackled—. Trust me. It just needs time.

—If it keeps hurting you after a few days, I'll get your ass to the doctor's, like it or not.

Holding back her laugh, she just nodded and agreed to the deal. She wasn't missing much if she did as he said for once.

—I'll prepare some breakfast.

But before he could completely get up and attempt to walk to the kitchen, his phone was ringing on the coffee table of the living room. Changing the plans, Y/n smiled.

—I'll prepare breakfast instead.

Getting lost in the way her hips swayed with every step she took, and how small she looked on his clothes, Jungkook picked up the phone only to be dragged back to reality.

—All of them are here.

Yejun's voice was pretty recognizable, and it wasn't like he didn't expect the call at any point during the day.

—Good.

Jungkook was still half asleep, and still drunk by the brief proximity he felt with Y/n just a few seconds ago. But the mention of the men that were looking after her while she was at Sanhyuk's brought him back to reality.

—I'll deal with it later —he let him know—. For now, just keep them where they are.

—Okay, sir.

As soon as he was aware of Y/n's state, he wasted no time getting every single name that came and left from that house while she was there. Five men and one woman. All of them being carefully watched until she finger pointed at the ones that dared to lay a hand on her.

After having breakfast together, Y/n was aware of Jungkook's sudden silence and seriousness, compared to how vibrant he woke up in the morning -despite falling all over him. She wanted to know what was going through his head, or whether the call he received was the cause of that change, but she understood that maybe those were limits she wasn't supposed to cross yet -or never at all.

There was a slight change in the way he looked at her while they were eating. His expression was still serious, but he seemed concerned by the way she tried to hide some whines whenever she had to move her left arm higher than her muscle was allowing her to in that moment.

—I need you to do something for me —he caught her attention—. If I showed you a pic, could you tell me who were the ones that did all those things to you?

—You don't need to...

—Y/n —her name left his lips in a warning tone—. I need to, and I have to.

—Sanhyuk was the one who did it most of the time —she gulped, avoiding eye contact with him—. But, whenever he didn't feel like it, he sent someone else to do it instead.

—Was it only one person more?

—Two.

Nodding, Jungkook took his phone out of his pocket and tried to find the pictures Yejun sent him the past night. He scrolled over them in front of her, letting Y/n look at those faces carefully while she tried to remember who was in charge of her punishments whenever Sanhyuk felt too tired to do it.

Y/n pointed at two of the men that he showed, shiverings rising all over her body as she remembered the look on their faces whenever they were told to beat her up for any bad word or bad look she dared to give.

Dongsun and Dakho.

They were shitty hitmen with little to no future in Seoul, at least until Sanhyuk chose them to work with him. He wasn't surprised, Jungkook didn't even think those two had enough brain cells to think by themselves without receiving orders.

—I need to leave to the hotel for a few hours —he let her know—. You'll be safe here, there will be bodyguards out of the house in case...

She nodded, making sure Jungkook felt free to leave whenever he needed. She also knew he wasn't going to the hotel -or, at least, she doubted that was the reason he was leaving. Right after asking her to tell him who beated her up those weeks? She for sure didn't know him enough, but she wasn't dumb and was able to link some dots together.

—I'll be okay —she assured him.

She finally felt okay.

✸ ✸ ✸

The five men, including his source in the house, and the woman were all kneeling in front of Jungkook, with their hands tied to their backs. The six of them were beaten up as soon as they got there, and they were all going to have the same fate. The only difference was that he'd allow three of them die fast, and in the most painless way he could think of.

A quick sign from him, and the loud and impacting sound of the gun echoed in the plated walls of the place they were in. Three gunshots from the Magnum one of his men were carrying, with five seconds of difference between each shot.

He was able to see the panic on the other three that were still standing, soon begging for their lives while crying. But not only he was played by one of them, the other two found joy kicking and punching someone innocent, that had done nothing to any of them, finding joy in her pain. It was only fair to pay them the right same way.

—Who wants to be the first one? —he ironically asked.

Smiling at how pathetic they three looked, he raised his index and pointed at each one of them.

—Eeny —his finger fell on Byeongho, the same person who thought he could play him—, meeny —he walked over to Dongsun—, miny —his finger moved to Dakho—, mo.

His smile looked frightening from outside, cold and filled with all the dark thoughts that were clouding his sanity. Byeongho's lips trembled as he was aware he'd be the first one to deal with all the consequences to his actions, while desperately trying to get Jungkook back on his senses and appeal to his empathetic side.

He had none of that. At least not when it came to Y/n and everything they did to her.

—You have such a big mouth, huh? —he raised his pierced eyebrow— Or at least you like to pretend you have it —his five fingers enclosed on his cheeks tight—. Let me help you out to make it a reality.

Unlike other times, he didn't care about the state of the knife. He thought that the less sharp it was, the longest the agony would be. Motioning to the two statues that were standing behind the three people on the floor, Byeongho was being held tight so he wouldn't be able to move or avoid the knife. An anguish scream leaving his mouth as soon as the knife dented against the right corner of his mouth.

When the cut almost reached his right cheek, Jungkook stopped, giving him a fake feeling that he was done with him. But that dark smile was drawn back on his face, setting him up for what was to come.

—Now —he finally talked—, now you'll be able to go around with that big mouth and speak all the bullshit you like.

Dropping the knife to the floor with a gasp, letting both of his hands rest on his hips, he looked at the job he did, and also allowed the other two to get ready for what was to come for them -although he wasn't entirely done with Byeongho yet.

✸ ✸ ✸

His head was resting against the backrest of his car, looking at the eight missing calls from Namjoon and the several texts he sent. By the tone of them, it was pretty obvious the other six members were also aware of the deal he made to get Y/n out of there. Although he didn't really care until he read the last text.

"Or you get rid of her, or I will".

Did that mean that not only he had to protect her from the Choi family, but also from his own family?

When he entered his home, he found nothing but silence, which didn't really surprise him, but had him on a high alert state. Especially because there were no signs of Y/n.

In any other circumstance, he'd have remained calm over it. But after he messed with some of Choi's people, and after that text Namjoon sent, he felt like he wouldn't be able to calm down, not even in his place.

Taking off his shoes and throwing them somewhere in the entrance, Jungkook raced upstairs, entering her room to find nothing. But he did see a thin line of light coming from her bathroom, and a few complaints that got his attention. She was in front of the shower screen, trying to get her t-shirt off but always letting it fall back to where it was.

Maybe he should've stayed where he was, or maybe he should've left, but he stepped inside instead, finding a surprised Y/n looking at him with wide eyes.

—Let me help you out.

But she shook her head, assuring him everything was okay and she preferred to do it by herself, all that while trying to cover her torso as much as possible.

—Y/n —he used the same tone he did that morning, warning her to stop.

Her arms fell to the side, and Jungkook was finally able to help her take off the oversized t-shirt carefully. He helped her raise her right arm, getting it and her head out of the fabric, while he just had to slide the t-shirt down her injured arm.

Something inside of him twitched when he saw all the dark bruises on her ribs. He had been aware of them when he helped her change her clothes while she was still unconscious. But anger got the best of him when he took off her bra, that he didn't feel like taking off the past night, only to find scarred lineal wounds all over his initials on her chest.

His thumb traced every line, feeling the crusty surface on his fingerprint. He thought that his jaw would break at any point by the way he was clenching it.

—Who did this?

—Sanhyuk —she whispered.

He didn't know when or how, but he for sure knew, and promised, he'd kill Sanhyuk in the worst way he could think of. Everything he did that evening would be a child play compared to it.

The screams of pain she must've let out, the pain she must've gone through were all in his head while his eyes stayed on that destroyed tattoo. Jungkook doubted he'd ever be able to think straight from that moment and on. At least until something warm covered his cheek, her thumb trying to get rid of one of the several blood dots that were on his face, neck, and t-shirt.

—It's not mine —he let her know.

—I know that —she scoffed.

He took off the last piece of fabric remaining in her body, before he rolled his sleeves up his elbows and guided her inside the shower.

Something in her switched. She didn't know if it was the way he was taking care of her, the feeling of his hands on her skin as he washed her up, or the thought that all that blood belonged to the men she pointed earlier in the morning because he wanted to punish anyone who hurted her. She didn't know.

Her head just moved on its own while looking for his lips, giving them a short peck that would only trigger something else. Jungkook was trying his best to control his possessive side when he saw that wound, but he wasn't able to control himself as soon as her lips linked with his. Cupping her cheeks, he pulled her in for a deeper kiss, while Y/n's hands remained on the sides of his waist, holding onto the blue shirt before she tried to pull him closer. Soon he was in the shower as well, feeling all his clothes getting drenched, but only caring about the way her lips sucked into his with such need.

His hands were all over her: tracing the curves in her body, pressing his palm on her belly, cupping her breasts in his hands... and she was completely gone for it. She gasped when she felt the cold wall get in contact with her back, arching it as the first reaction. His lips felt warm and soft when they enclosed around her hard nipple, twirling his tongue in circles.

Not able to raise one of her arms higher, she supported herself on his biceps, pressing her fingers on the wet shirt that allowed her to see his arm filled with tattoos through it. Too concentrated on not falling to be aware of Jungkook's hand approaching her core until she felt two of his fingers digging through her wet slit.

His mouth left her as his fingers rubbed in slow circles on her clit, wanting to concentrate on her expressions. He'd die to have her lips parted the way they were while she tried her best at keeping her eyes open for him.

—Jung... —she moaned— Jungkook —her head fell back from pleasure.

—How does it feel?

—So good —her fingers tightened on the drenched fabric—. I need you.

—I got you, doll.

Right after whispering those words, she whined at the loss of his touch, just to see him getting his clothes off as fast as he was able to. He was sure he needed her as bad as she needed him. A groan made its way through his throat when her fingers wrapped around his growing bulge, pumping him slowly and stopping only to rub his tip with her thumb. She felt it getting thicker with every move she made, and her pussy throb at the feeling of his pulse against her palm whenever she tightened her grip to tease him.

Jungkook linked their lips together again, although it wasn't for long. With no previous warning, he lifted her body. Both of her legs hung on his right arm, while the left one kept her high enough by her back. He just didn't want her arm to hurt more, and he checked it to find it resting on her stomach.

Her lips on his jaw felt like hot iron, while the way her fingers played with the hairs on his nape made shiverings run all over his body. It was a dangerous combination.

He laid her carefully on her bed, finding her resting the weight of her body on one of the elbows so she'd be able to check every single one of his movements. At least until he forced her to close her eyes during a kiss that would've probably made her fall on her back if she had been standing.

At the same time she bit on his lower lip teasingly, he sinked balls deep inside of her, instantly making her part her lips with a barely audible moan. Jungkook waited for her to get used to his size, he thought that it could take her a bit since they had been away from each other for too long, but her hips moving against him were the bratty response she didn't verbalize.

He moved slowly at first, enjoying the way her walls squeezed every inch of his cock as if it had been made for it. His body was fully covering her, while his lips were everywhere on her face and neck, feeling in heaven every time a moan reached his ears from that close. Y/n wrapped her legs tight around him, while her fingers traveled the width of his back, as if she didn't want him to move any further from that.

—You're mine, doll —he reminded her—. No one will ever, ever, lay a hand on you, or will give you a bad look without a consequence following it.

Despite his words sounding harsh, and his hands grabbing her jaw to force her eyes on his, she was able to see something in his dark eyes that she hadn't seen before. One of his hands reeked of possessiveness, while the other was gentle and kept her in place. It was the way he wanted to let her know she was his, and that also meant he would always protect her.

—I'm yours —she finally said, closing her eyes when Jungkook lifted her hips a bit with his left hand.

—Am I the only one? —he wanted to know in between gasps.

—You're the only one.

The speed of his hips increased after the comment, and the moan that followed after, he started to move frantically against her as soon as he heard those magic words.

He swore he would be able to stay attached to her forever if he had to, he wanted that moment to last forever, only having to worry and focus on her pleasure.

Some loud sounds, that it took him no longer than a few seconds to identify as gunshots changed his priorities in a blink of an eye. Suddenly only caring about covering her body with his to protect her from anything that was happening, until he made them both roll on the bed and fall on the side of it that was on the opposite side from the door.

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jessicanjpa · 2 months

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Was there ever a time you headcannon when Emmett and Jasper butted heads?

(I can't find a good gif but my first thought is Balin and Dwalin butting heads in The Hobbit bc that's how brothers say hello. Jasper and Emmett have absolutely done this, if just to make Esme shriek.)

Anyway, actual serious disagreement... pretty rare, probably. They certainly bicker and take jokes too far sometimes, but real anger? I'm guessing it's usually in defense of Rosalie or Alice. I can't think of anything pre-saga in particular, but one incident happened shortly after Twilight (book 1), either that summer or during New Moon.

Emmett, being Emmett, started making jokes and even puns about Alice and asylums and all that, and Jasper put a stop to it real fast. Emmett was like "lol okay geez, forget it," waited a week, and started it up again like he always does.

So the next time they went hunting alone, Jasper just suddenly turned and beat Emmett into the ground. He wasn't even that angry when he did it, and he didn't have to say much. But let's just say that Emmett got the message that time.

#Inbox #Emmett #Jasper #Alice #I would actually love to see a headcanon/ficlet where Jasper is the one who messed up #Rosalie often doesn't like it when Emmett steps in and defends her #But if she's not looking I'd like to see him be scary protective for just a second

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ninus9607 · 6 days

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2. First day

The annoying sound of the alarm going off filled my bedroom. "Ugh, I hate mornings," I grumbled. I threw the duvet onto the floor, my feet touching the cold ground. In a sleepy state, I stumbled into the bathroom. Ugh, I look terrible. After a long shower, I made my favorite coffee and sat at the kitchen table. I can't start the day without morning coffee. I usually make a cappuccino.

While sipping my morning coffee, I began to feel quite hungry. Unfortunately, my fridge was empty, so I needed to go shopping. I don't know where. I looked up the nearest store and it's only 10 minutes away. Sounds perfect. I made sure to grab everything I needed, especially the house keys, before heading out. The path to the store passed through the main road, then through the park, and finally arrived at the shop. When I opened the door of the shop, I was delighted. It was huge compared to the shops I had back home in Europe. I walked through a few shelves and picked up the things I needed for at least a week.

And suddenly, my phone starts ringing. Meredith?

"Um, hello?"

"Where on earth are you?"

"Why are you so aggressive? I went to the store."

"You need to get to the hospital fast, Bailey's been yelling at me about where you are."

"And what do you mean, I'm not supposed to start until tomorrow?"

"You didn't check your emails? There's been a major car accident and Bailey wants everyone to come in. Hurry over here." she said and hung up the phone.

Fuck, I forgot to check those damn emails this morning, now I'm going to look like an idiot. Fuck me. And who's Bailey? She must be our boss. Anyway, I quickly made my way to the checkout to pay. I quickly ordered an Uber as soon as I left the shop. I arrived home in about 5 minutes to quickly put the shopping away and take the most important things to the hospital, even though I didn't know what to expect. It took me about 15 minutes to get to the hospital, but those 15 minutes felt like an hour to me, I was so nervous and so scared. I paid the driver and made my way to the hospital.

The hospital was very nice and huge from the outside. It already has a very professional look and feel. Lena, get your shit together. I took a deep breath and entered the hospital. It was huge. I arrived at the reception desk.

"Hi. Sorry to bother you, but could you tell me where I could find Chief?" An adorable nurse answered me and sent me to his office. Oh my god, I'm too gay for this...Lena stop, don't flirt with people from work on your first day. Although, that nurse was really pretty and kind. I quickly got rid of what I thought and arrived at the Office.

knock, knock

"Come in" I slowly opened the door to the office and stepped into it.

"Hi, I'm Doc. Anderson, I've been accepted as a new intern in your program and the nurse sent me to see you."

"Ah, yes Doc. Anderson, I'm Doc. Webber, we have been waiting for you. Please sit down."

He seemed like a nice guy. During the interview, I was given all the details about participating in the program, signed the papers, and received the keys to the locker.

"That's it, I'm glad you've joined us, your work in Europe was amazing and I'm thrilled that you can do it in our hospital. Now, I believe it's time for you to join the team and help with the crash. Bailey doesn't like to wait." He said as he got up to walk me to the door.

"Yes, of course, Chief, I'll try my best" And with that, I left the room. I ran downstairs to change into my dressing gown. I met some people on the road. It was quite chaotic because of the accident. I opened the door to the changing room. It was almost empty. I found my locker, picked out my clothes, and started to change. Then I noticed a guy sitting on the bench next to me, staring at me.

"Are you going to tell me something? or are you going to keep looking at me?" I raised my eyebrows

"You're the new one, aren't you? I'm Alex Karev" He sat down closer to me.

"And if you want to have one of the best nights of your life, you can wit-" I didn't even let him finish that sentence

"No thanks Alex, Meredith has already told me about you, so don't waste time" I smiled at him and headed for the door.

"This isn't fair!" He cried out in falsity.

"Life is hard, darling, try to give syphilis to someone else." I laughed at him and walked out of the dressing room. I made my way through a few corridors until I was in sight of Meredith. I approached her from behind. I gave her a little elbow so she would notice me.

"Well, you've finally come." said the woman standing beside Meredith.

"Excuse me?"

"Cristina be nice! I'm sorry Len, this is Cristina I told you about" Meredith immediately apologized

"The mean one? Oh, I remember." I smiled at Cristina

"We will be very good friends," Cristina said with a laugh.

"Why are you just standing there? Don't you have a job?" There was a loud voice behind me. I turned around and there was a woman with a surprised look on her face.

"You know I'm new here, I was just asking Meredith where to log in."

"I don't care if you're new, Grey and Yang go help Doc. Burke, he needs some interns and you" She stopped and pointed at me "Go to the Doc. Shepherd, he asked for someone clever, so let's see what you've got." She said, but she was looking at me weirdly the whole time, It must be Bailey, I can see why everyone calls her a Nazi.

"Yes, Doctor Bailey"

I went to see Doctor Shepherd, I crossed the room on my way to see him, but all of a sudden there was a terrible beeping sound. My body automatically turned and entered the room, the nurses loudly announcing that the patient's heart was in failure. There was no doctor in charge. If I didn't intervene, the patient would die. I quickly thought about what to do and gathered every ounce of courage I had. After trying to resuscitate didn't help. A plan quickly formed in my mind to save him. It was a very difficult plan, but probably my only option.

After 20 minutes the patient was stabilized again, my plan worked perfectly and it sounded like a miracle. The nurses were very surprised, and one of them even mentioned that she had never seen an intern do such a thing before. And at that moment, a man in his 40s, dressed in dark blue clothes, rolled into the room, it must have been Doc. Shepherd

"What happened here?" he said in a breathy voice, he must have run here.

One of the nurses spoke up "This intern saved a patient's life, the patient collapsed and no one was around until she came and rescued him. She proved it, even though resuscitation didn't work."

"Wow, I'm very impressed with what you've done, you're the new intern right?" he said, shaking my hand

"I'm Lena Anderson"

"Doctor Derek Shepherd, wait aren't you the neighbor of Meredith?"

"Yeah, How did you know?"

"Well, Uhm" He acted strangely, and I would even say that he blushed but before he answered, his pager beeped. I could see in his face how relieved he was that his pager beeped. Interesting

"We have to go, just below with me, today you will be in my service, you deserved my admiration in those first days. I had to see what talent you had."

He said, and together we went to another patient. I think I can say that my first day at work won't be too bad.

AN: Now, the second chapter is behind me.It was very interesting writing but also a bit difficult as I don't know medics at all. I hope you enjoyed it and I will be glad for any feedback

PS: YES DON'T BE AFRAID, AMELIA WILL APPEAR IN THE NEXT CHAPTER

#amelia shepherd #grey's anatomy #amelia shepherd x reader #addison montgomery x reader #meredith grey #fanfic #derek shepherd #fluff #wlw

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unluckyhoneybee · 1 year

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Quiet Room (Nolan Patrick)

Just a little story about finding your place. Fluff.

Note: this is actually super self indulged.

Warnings: reader has migraines too.

You weren't so convinced of it when you went to see that doctor. Your friend had talked about a friend of a friend who had the same disorder and had gone better since he saw this doctor. You weren't convinced it would work, many doctors has already told you there wasn't a solution. So you sat in there with your head down waiting for another deception and money spent on nothing when the door opened. A tall man with a cap walked with his hands on his pockets and sat next to you. It was annoying at first because there were many chairs around. You didn't know, but that man would change everything.

He was still there when you left the office, he looked at you and smiled a bit politely, but you barely got it, to be honest.

He was also there for the next appointment and again two weeks later, when you learned that you had started the treatment at the same time and we're following the same schedule.

"Hi" He mumbled and sat next to you.

It was a bad day for you. A really bad one. There was a big foggy cloud covering the left half of your vision, the thumping paying above your eye and the stiffness in your neck. Your friend had driven you there because you could barely stand without feeling dizzy. You answered back. He was late that day.

"YN, you can come in"

You nodded and grabbed your bag, then got up. As you did, everything about you started moving and for a moment you thought you would fall. Luckily, an arm around you stopped you and probably saved you for a bad hit.

"Wow, wow" His low voice was suddenly higher pitched, he had moved fast and his heart was beating hard on his chest. "Are you okay?"

The nurse that worked with the doctor came out and saw you, then hurried to help.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

They helped you inside and then the man reluctantly help you sit on the bed. You looked up at him and for the first time met his blue eyes.

"I'm good now, thank you" You muttered. "You can let go"

It was harsh, just soft words coming out of your lips. Nolan nodded a bit and removed his hands from you, still, he didn't left your side in fear you would fall or who knows what.

He stayed there for a couple of minutes, eyes crossed and brows furrowed, inspecting the doctor's work as they checked your pupils and tension.

"It has been like this all day, I'm good, it'll get better."

"YN..."

"I told you about this symptoms" You said lowering your head. "It's not just pain, everyone focus on the pain but it's not just pain"

Nolan's heart shattered when he heard your defeated tone, maybe not only for you but also for him.

"Nolan thank you for you help, but we need..."

"Ues, yes. Um... I'll be... Yes"

He nervously stomped put but something in him didn't let him go far. He wsd there when you came out.

"Thank you" You said when the door closed behind you.

"It's fine. I get dizzy sometimes too"

You nodded and lowered your eyes to the papers in your hands. "The treatment is not working" You said. "That's why they are so hard today. I had to drop my usual meds to try this and... It's not working. I'm actually not coming back. Today was the last appointment"

Nolan's heart clenched. He had kept an eye on you. He had memorized the shape of your nose and the curvature of your lips, he knew exactly the place where you had every little mark in your place and knew how you liked to spend the time in the waiting room. He hadn't talked to you nor because he didn't want but because he wasn't the greatest talking.

"Fuck... I'm so-"

"Don't be sorry. I don't need more people being sorry" You said. You weren't even angry, it didn't sound like that, just tired of trying and trying.

"Okay" He put his hands on his pockets and decided to go for it. "Do you want to have a coffee with me? When I'm done?"

You weren't sure why, but your heart beat picked up and your face heated up.

"I'm feeling pretty bad right now" You said.

Nolan clenched his jaw. Obviously you didn't want, you almost fainted like fifteen minutes ago.

"Plus... We shouldn't be having coffee" the corner of your mouth curled a bit in a smile and Nolan's expression relaxed.

"Are you up for a glass of water when you are feeling good?"

You nodded with a little smile. "Should I give you my number?"

"I think so"

He texted you the following day, but you were still in bed, then the day after you were busy and he wasn't feeling so well, then when you were finally free he was out with a bad episode. You both should have known it would be like that. But then a week and a half passed and Nolan and you met for a coffee and it was good, great even. He had his dog Charlie with him and lovey eyes when he saw you playing with the curly haired pet.

One coffee date was followed by an ice cream, then a dinner and a film. And soon you had found a comfortable dynamic for the both of you. There wasn't a tag or a name for what you had, but the feelings were strong.

"I have been thinking..."

You giggled and turned around. Nolan was sitting in the table while you cook dinner at yours. He was still sweaty and blushed from the run he had just taken. He was feeling good and hadn't had a bad episode in a while. So he had taken the opportunity.

"Was it hard?"

He rolled his eyes and flipped you off, which made you laugh loudly. He loved the sound of your laugh.

"We should move together"

The spatula you were using fell against the counter and the noise made you two cringe.

"What?"

"For how long have we been together?"

You blinked quickly and babbled while your mind tried to work the numbers.

"It was been a year and three months since you fainted on my arms." He tapped his finger on the table, his eyes blankly starring at the wood. "It's been then around a year and two months since I kissed you"

"Y-you count it"

Nolan quickly looked at you and then back at his hands. He was blushing furiously, it was ridiculous and embarrassing. There wasn't a way of hiding his reactions around you.

"I just..."

You slowly walked to him and cupped his face. As always, his muscle memory made him open his legs for you to stand between them and his hands found the curve of your knees. Your thumb ran over his lower lip and he opened his mouth for you. You leaned and captured his lips in a sweet and slow kiss, both mouths working together as his fingers caressed the back of your thighs.

The no tags, no names, no adjectives was an unspoken rule between you two. Feelings were there, they were obvious. You both knew you were in love, even if Nolan thought those were big words and he still had a hard time coming into terms with loving you. There was no one he respected more, he wanted to protect more, to take care of, to spend as much time... His problem was that sometimes he believed it wasn't the same for you. For some reason, that high place he had you in made him believe he wasn't good enough for you. Little did he know that your feelings were just as strong.

With a soft wet sound, you pulled back, smiling brightly and squeezing his cheeks together. "You and me? Together?"

His fingers gripped tightly your thighs, which made you laugh and kiss him again. "I'm not gonna leave" You whispered against his mouth. Those words only made him grab you tighter. He moved his face a bit and pressed his forehead against yours. It was kind of your thing.

"I spend more time with you than with anyone else"

"I'm kind of your girl, aren't I?"

"Still" He mumbled. "I wasn't sure you'd want"

You swallowed and pouted, your heart breaking a bit. Nolan had a strong facade. He was the serious stern man, only showing the funnier side to a very reduced and exclusive group of people, his people. It had been difficult to start talking about deeper things with him, he needed time to open to you, even when he was super attracted to you and probably happier than a little boy on a candy shop when you went out. You didn't want him to bottle up all the emotions that involved you, you wanted him to know he could trust you.

"Nolan..." You sat on his lap. "I'd love to move with you, honey. I'd really love to. Don't ever doubt it, okay?"

He cupped your face with one hand and smile satisfied when your unconsciously leaned into his touch. His thumb brushed your cheek and then your lips.

"You are so beautiful"

"You are sweaty and smelly"

He rolled his eyes.

"When was the last time you washed your hair"

"The greasy hair is a part of the-"

"No, go and wash it" You said pinching his cheek.

He brought you for another kiss and loved the sweet taste of your mouth. He didn't even care that after all this time you couldn't take his compliments.

"Come with me"

"Mhm" You hummed on his lips before diving for another deep kiss. Consecutive episodes had pushed sex and all fun for a few days and both bodies were craving it.

It was a moment to treasure because you were both aware it could be the last in a few days, so he took his time fucking you again the cold tiles and loving every single part of your body. Same to you, obviously, but his more dominant demeanor left you as the one receiving most of the time. Nolan loved giving you pleasure but his ego was too big to admit he had almost finished untouched a couple of times because of you.

"Don't do that, you always do that"

You bit your lip to not laugh and slapped his other ass cheek.

"It's just too cute and you are always walking around naked"

"There is no point getting covered with a towel when you had this just in your-"

"I get it, I get it"

You already had your pijamas and were drying your hair. The thought of moving with him had your heart beating fast. You couldn't believe he wanted you living with him.

"You are smiling" He said putting some sweats on.

"I'm happy you asked"

He crouched in front of you. "We don't need to do it now, we can wait a bit, take it slow..."

Cupping his face, you leaned to kiss his forehead and then hugged his neck. His hair smelled so good now.

"We'll look for the right place, okay? For you and I and all the dogs we can fit in"

You felt his laugh against your neck. "All the dogs you want"

You kissed his cheek and nuzzled your nose against his cheek, again, he pressed his forehead on yours. It was the slight push he did what you loved the most. It was his secret way of saying he loved you without actually saying it.

"Let's go and eat. I'm starving" He said after a while and got up to pull another of his hoodies from your wardrobe.

"Half of your clothes are here"

"And half of yours are at mine"

"We just need a place to keep them all, don't we? "

He nodded and guided you by the hand.

The whole getting a place together started good. Scrolling on the internet was easy, making Pinterest mood boards was fun, looking for furniture on IKEA was cool. But for weeks, plans went nowhere. Every appointment you made to go and see had been cancelled.

"Um... I've talked to Marcus, he lives down street and has a couple of houses he can-"

"I'm not feeling good today" He said.

You had gotten used to this, mood changes were also a big thing for you. It wasn't easy to keep a smile when pain was so intense. But Nolan could be extra sharp. Most of the times it was even his words, it was his tone.

"Oh, sorry. Um... I was gonna..." You cleared your throat and ran your hand over you face. "Do you need me to bring you anything?"

"I need to be alone"

You covered your mouth for a second to not sob. You weren't feeling good either, you didn't have a headache yet but you knew it was coming. You could feel it and your sight was so good.

"Okay. I'm sorry to bother, Nolan."

You didn't give him time to say anything, you just hang and he groaned. The pain was drilling on his brain right above his eyes. He had vomited too much already. He was feeling truly awful. There wasn't a single piece of food on his body and even though he knew he had to drink, he wasn't feeling good enough to go and grab water.

"Maddie"

"You sound awful"

"I feel awful"

"What's wrong?"

"YN"

"YN? Is she..."

"Upset. I know she is upset."

"What have you done?"

"Upset her"

"How? For fuck sake, Nols. She is the only one that can stand you."

Nolan rolled on the bed and curled on his side.

"I asked her to move together somewhere."

Maddie squeaked but then apologized. The damn sound had crossed her brother's brain like a lightning.

"Did she say yes?"

"She did."

"But"

"But I'm not sure it's a good idea"

He heard the loud sigh coming from the other side.

"Why?"

"Because... Every time we booked an appointment we had to cancel because either her or me were feeling bad. That's how life will be. We couldn't have our first coffee until days later because of the fucking migraine. How are we going to live a life like that?"

Maddie groaned.

"Just like you are doing now, Nolan"

"It would be easier if she was fine"

The thought had just crossed his mind and Maddie almost didn't let him finish the sentence.

"You are a fucking asshole for thinking that. You, better than everyone else, should know how she feels like. Nolan, you better fix this because this is the best thing you will ever find."

"I don't know what to do"

"Nolan, she adores you, she takes care of you like no one. You need her"

"I don't-" But who was he trying to fool? He fucking need you.

"And she needs you"

Nolan closed his eyes as if it would stop the tears from falling.

"You love to take care of her"

"Okay"

"Okay?"

"I'll fix it"

"Wait until the episode it's over"

"Yes"

"Call me if-"

"I know"

It was pretty scary to receive a call from your best friend the following day. He had started to feel better and was planning how to go to see you.

"Sam"

"Nolan, do you know something about YN?"

"Um... No"

"No?"

It was strange because you two were flesh an bone. Everyone was amazed to see how sweet Nolan could be around you, how you had gotten him to seek for your touch in public, to lean to joke and laugh closer to you... When you were together, it was as if you two were the only ones in the room.

"I have been out for a couple of days"

"Oh. I thought she would be with you"

"S-she is not" Nolan cleared his throat. "But I was gonna go to hers in a bit"

He heard your friend sighing in relief. If they only knew it was a lie...

Nolan brushed is thumb over that spot on his forehead and bit his lip. Maybe something had happened to you. Maybe you were having a bad episode and had fainted. Maybe the nausea was so bad you couldn't get up. Maybe...

"Yeah, I'm gonna get going"

"Okay. Thank you, Nolan"

"It's nothing"

He shouldn't have driven when he hadn't recovered completely, but there was a knot on his stomach and fear drove him. He knew were you hid the key and let himself in. It was tidy but dark. The silence was too dense and there wasn't signs of life on your flat. But he knew where to find you.

You whined when the door cracked opened, that awful sound felt like it could make your ears bleed. You pressed your hands harder to your temples and for a second the pain calmed, but then it came back and you sobbed.

Nolan had taken his shoes off to not be too noisy, he was trying to control his breath and not trip with the stuff on your floor. It was a mess but he couldn't ask for more.

"YN"

Your sobs ceased. Who were you expecting? You didn't even know. Probably not him. You thought he was in bed. Maybe you had unlocked another level of symptoms and you were imagining things. You thought he wanted to be alone, that you were a bother.

"YN, babe"

You felt the bed dipping next to you and his warm hand over your arm.

"Nolan" You whimpered.

"Do you need something?" He asked with a knot on his throat.

Him. You only needed him.

"I-I don't know"

"Have you had your meds?"

You wouldn't tell him that you had cried yourself to sleep and that had caused the migraine. You wouldn't tell him that you felt so awful that you couldn't even get up from bed.

"N-no"

"Why?"

He only realized how harsh it had been when you squirmed away from his touch.

"S-sorry" He mumbled. "It's too late to have them now. Do you want to try with painkillers to see if they help?"

You both knew it wouldn't help. But it was the only thing you could try.

"Okay"

Nolan brushed your hair out of your face, taking into your tired features in the dim light.

"I'll be back in a second."

Nolan tried to be quick and ignore his own pain. Maybe it was the nerves, but he was feeling how he was walking steps back.

"Hey, let's sit up"

His big and gentle hands helped you sit straight and steady. Your head was turning and you couldn't see well. You drank with his help and then sniffed and leaned into his side.

"I'm with you, I've got you" He mumbled in your hairline between soft kisses. "Food?"

You shook your head.

"Okay" He kissed your temple. "A bit more water and then you lay" He helped you with everything before letting you fall back on the pillow.

He observed you for a bit. You had curled on your side, hand pressing the back on your neck looking for some relief. Soon, he was in bed pressing a cold pad on your forehead, keeping you on his arms and doing his best to help you calm down. His warmth was your favourite thing to feel when you were feeling like this, it was grounding and his heartbeat was always a good distraction from the pain. Your hand was gripping hard on his ribs and your knee hooked around his thigh.

"How bad is it?"

"8"

He kissed your hair.

"It will pass. I'll take care of you meanwhile, I'm not leaving you alone"

There wasn't anything in the world he wanted more than to be there for you. He hated the idea of you being alone like this. When he wanted to be alone during episodes, you felt more comfortable knowing someone was there for you just in case.

"Nolan" You whispered so long after. It had gone dark and the cold pad had melted and was forgotten on the nightstand. He had given you water, drank some himself, brought little snacks for you to eat and also for him to fill his empty stomach. He stayed with you and calmed you down when the pain made you broke down crying.

"Mhm"

"How are you?"

You question surprised him. He looked down at you, he could barely see your face anymore, but he had it memorized so he could made up your features in the dark.

"I'm fine"

"No, you came here in the middle of and episode"

"I'm better" He mumbled.

"Thank you"

"For?"

"Coming here"

You felt like a liability when you hung that call, you felt too much, you felt awful, you felt like you couldn't respect his limits. Him coming for your help had been a huge thing for you.

Nolan moved a bit and trapped you on a big bear hug. Your leg was around his waist, his was up and pressed against yours, your arms were around his torso and his were around your shoulders.

"I'm here for all of it"

Nolan wasn't a big cheek-kisser, his height and personality made him more of a head/forehead kisser. But in that moment he went for a hundred kisses in your cheek, making your skin warm under his lips and the first smile in the day appear in your lips.

"I'm for the good and the bad days"

You squeezed your eyes shut. "I thought you- you didn't want me around and- we are trying to move in together and..."

"The pain makes me not want anyone around, but eventhough I know that I need you" He said. "I'm sorry I was a dick"

Your nuzzled your head on the crock of his neck and he threaded his fingers through your head.

"I'm always there for you, Nols. Don't push me away, please"

His hand traveled down your waist and gripped your hip tight.

"I won't"

You cupped his face and kissed his lips, tasting the chocolate from the cereal bar. He hummed in your mouth and pushed his body into yours. "Can I?" He asked on your lips. "Are you feeling good enough?" He asked brushing your neck with his big hand.

"Please..."

Days passed and you visited the first places, no one seemed good enough. But the feeling of walking around the empty houses hand in hand with Nolan and watching the different places was the greatest thing you've felt. He showed a hidden part of himself, he was talkative and had so many ideas, almost matching you and all of yours.

"What do you think?" He asked on your ear. His arm was around your shoulder and your back was against his chest. You were playing with his fingers and already picturing the sofa of your dreams in that corner of the living room.

Elena, the seller, had given you some time.

"I think it's good." You said.

"Only good?"

You looked up at him.

"Better than the others" You giggled.

"I think it's great."

"As great as..."

"As great as I want to live here with you"

An incredible joy was over you and you jumped to hug his neck. Laughing, Nolan hugged you tight but wasn't quick enough to gram his cap, the one you had knocked out of his head. He was laughing out of pure happiness. He had never felt better with you on his arms. He brought your head back and kissed your lips hard and deep. He would make love to you in that room empty if it wasn't for the woman waiting for you to make a decision. When you pulled back, he put you down again.

"So?"

"We keep it"

Ellen helped you with the contracts. It would start as a renting house with the option of buying it after two years. Any of you wanted to buy a house now, it was a huge step and you sill weren't sure how life together was. But having that future possibility of staying here forever, in your forever home that was also your first home together gave you a sweet ticklish feeling in your belly.

"Three bedrooms it's more than what you first asked for. I know you asked for a two rooms house" Ellen explained. The two rooms was only for visits, you wanted to have a guest room just in case anyone need to stay, but three wasn't that bad. Plus, you already had ideas floating around your mind. "But the price it's worth it"

"Yeah, we are good with it" Nolan mumbled. He already wanted the keys, pack and bring everything here. He would do it in the meantime of the night if he could.

You smiled at him and patted his tattooed thigh.

You should have known how hard moving would be. The first step had been packing everything and select what you would keep and take to your shared home. It took a couple of weeks and was so frustrating. Then, an awful week for Nolan interrupted everything. You tried to use the time he was in bed to clean around the house, but pain threatened you with the same a couple of times and you had to slow down.

"We should hire someone for painting the walls" He said one night when you were having dinner. Your apartment was full packed, the sofa was wrapped in plastic and the chairs where pulled in a corner. Your mattress was already in the guest room and your clothes in boxes. You only kept the summer ones in a suitcase in a corner of Nolan's bedroom.

"But-"

"We can't use air freshener because the smell knocks you out, YN. Paint won't be different. Plus, you look exhausted" He cupped your check lovingly. "I know a guy, he is friends with my dad."

You nodded a bit. Painting with Nolan had been in your check list for the new house, but he was right.

"And we should leave the guest room and put everything together once we are there." He added.

You pouted. "Nols..."

"Don't Nols me. If we also build the guest room now it will take us at least another week being positive."

You frowned and crossed your arms on the table, making yourself small and lowering your head. The whole process wasn't as Disney-like as you hoped it would be. You were working int he house in separate ways, almost not sharing time in there together and taking the moments you were both feeling good to buy stuff and plan things.

"Hey, don't cry. Come here, love"

He pushed his chair back and patted his thighs. You didn't need to be told twice. You moved and sat on his lap, curling yourself on it and falling on his embrace.

"It's frustrating" You sniffed.

"I know. But if we do it this way we could be living there in a couple of weeks" He explained. "And you will have your own wardrobe and not a suit case, and all your things and your blankets and we won't have to move around jumping boxes"

"You are sweet. The sweetest. I wish everyone could know that"

"I only show those I love"

You bit your lip. It was the first time he referred to loving you. He had never used the word love around you, even though you knew well he did.

"Look at me"

You did.

"Things don't go like wevd love to. I've learnt it the hard way. Maybe we can build the house as we planned it, but I'm happy to share this with how, however the migraine let us do it"

You pouted again and pressed your forehead against his. "That's the sweetest and longest thing I've ever heard you say"

"Can't you just take it and not joke about it?"

"You are just so sappy" You giggled between tears. He dramatically rolled his eyes. "If I knew you weren't always all serious and deadpan I wouldn't have gone to that date"

"Can be serious and deadpan if you ask for it"

This whole talk had made him flush, with was your favorite thing of him. You kissed his cheeks and then his lips.

"I'm sorry I got like this, it's been difficult"

He caressed your hair. "I know"

You hid on his neck and closed your eyes. "I'm happy I'm doing this with you"

A week and a half later, the house was painted and the furniture was already pilled in the living room.

"Can you believe this, Charlie?" You asked the sweet dog. "You have your own corner even before mum and dad have a bed"

Nolan looked up from the box he was unpacking. Mum and Dad. A smile crept to his lips and Maddie, who was helping you, caught him. He rolled his eyes and flipped her off, which only made her laugh.

"That reminds me, did you brought the..."

"There"

"And..."

"next to the table"

"And..."

"In the car"

"You have everything, don't you?" You asked making him blush.

"Well, I want to make it quick"

Maddie laughed and walked past her bother. Seeing him so in love was actually pretty entertaining. She stayed and helped you unpacking. It was also a big help with the guest room and you could finish only in a few days.

"Hey, it looks good" Nolan said. He had caught you staring at the walls again.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I like that one" He pointed at the picture. It was from your first camping trip together. He kissed you temple and you smile turned as beautiful as the one in the picture.

You turned and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Nolan"

"Mhm"

"Thank you for not letting me fall that day at the clinic. The treatment was bullshit but at least I met you and... I still have the stupid migraines fucking my life, but... I have you to deal with it by my side and-"

He cut you with a kiss. He couldn't remember if he was a slow kisser before or had just become one with you, but he wanted them to least the longest possible.

"I will do it again" He mumbled "All of it"

You smiled and closed your eyes. He kissed your forehead.

The house was finished only a few days later and you gave yourselves a day to warm on it before having some people over. To be honest, Nolan wanted that day to fulfill the lastest dreams he had been having. Then, the following day, you had your closest friends and family over.

"Nols"

"Here"

You carefully opened the door. He was sitting on his heels in from of the wc, the big body looked so small now.

"Love..."

"I'm fine"

You put your hands on his shoulders and leaned down to help him with his hair.

"Okay, what do you need?"

"A second"

You kissed his temple and decided that yes, those ideas you had in mind made sense. You needed Maddie's help.

"Meds?"

"Please"

You got up and took the meds from the cabinets. Then filled a cup of water and passed them to him.

"I'm good. I was just feeling really dizzy"

"Lay down for a bit" With a wet towel you cleaned the sweat on his face. "It's better"

"I can hear them from our bedroom"

You kissed the side of his head and hugged him to your side tight.

"We'll stay here then"

"The party..."

"I'm good here"

So Nolan curled against you and closed his eyes, enjoying the silence the bathroom gave.

"Five minutes"

You smiled and kissed his head. "Okay"

He was out of town for a few days, needing to fix a few things. Maddie stayed with you, mostly because he asked her to stay just in case you had an episode. It was terrifying for him ti imagine you alone in the new house with a terrible episode. He didn't know that you and his sister had a busy couple of days.

Nolan felt truly homesick for the first time in that hotel room. Now he had a place to come back with his favorite person in the world. He had his own home, but not like the one he had before. He had a home to come back with a person he really seek to go back too. Before, it was all an I'll go home and rest and tomorrow I'll visit YN. Now, it was all an I want to go back and watch films at home with YN.

When Nolan opened the door, Maddie was already gone, she had her own stuff to do so you didn't want to keep her there for longer. He heard a loud squeak and many swears that left him curiously waiting by the door.

"YN?"

"Wait!"

"Where is Charlie?"

Charlie ran in to say hi to his dad, who received him with many belly rubs.

"Where is mum, bud?"

"Right here"

He looked up and his damn cheeks turned a red shade of pink. You were only wearing one of his big old t-shirts and a big smile.

"Oh, hi" He said with a smirk.

"Don't look at me like that. There is something"

"Something"

"A surprise"

His smirk grew.

"Under that old t-shirt"

"No, perv" You cupped his face and gave him a quick kiss. "Welcome. Follow me"

Halfway through the corridor, you covered his eyes and he only laughed.

"This is when you kill me to inherit all my wealth"

"Sure thing"

You were nervous but didn't show it a single bit. "Okay Patty"

You killed his shoulder.

"I hope you like this"

You uncovered his eyes and the first thing he could focus on was a sign in the door. Nolan's quiet room. It was handmade in your favorite crafting. He frowned and looked around. It was the last room. The one you hadn't found a use for yet.

"What's this?"

You bit your lip and opened the door. He walked in slowly. A bed, thick curtains and blinds in the window, a puff, Migraines emergency kit, a mini-fridge, a thick carpet, blankets, pillows...

"YN, what is this?"

You swallowed and grabbed his hands. "This is for you, a little cave. I know you need some alone time when you are not feeling good and that the house and the street can be a little too noisy so... Maddie and I built this for you these past days. You have the carpet so I can walk in and not bother, your earplugs and pads and everything on the kit, for in there, water on the mini-fridge, there are meds I'm those drawers, clothes, blankets, the curtains so this can get 100% dark, the put this weird thing in the walls to cover the noise a bit more and-"

He cut you with a kiss. Years of injuries after injuries and no one had ever done something so big for him. Soon, your back was pressed against the wall and his lips were devouring yours.

"Mmm, Nols-" You parted with big eyes and burning face and panting out of breath.

"I love you" He simply said.

Any of you realized that it was the first time he said that. It was so obvious that he never felt the need to word it. But now it was on his chest and it had slip out. Your eyes had ears and you were smiling. His hands were cupping your face and they felt so warm. You had missed him these days. The house was empty without him.

He kissed your lips but softly this time. "Can I take you out?"

"Do you have to ask your girlfriend on a date?"

"Don't remember asking you to be my girlfriend?"

You frowned and slapped his chest. "Asshole"

"Are you my girlfriend?"

"I hope so"

He chuckled and kissed you once more. "Do you wanna go out for dinner?"

"Perfect"

Because when you were both feeling good, the only thing you wanted was to make the most of it.

You weren't expecting the gears on his mind working so quick. He caught you by surprise, big hand on your eyes and his arm around your body cautiously guiding you.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Shhh"

His heart had never beaten so erratic. He was truly nervous. He was truly worried of your reaction. But then he uncovered your eyes and you gasped. That small and soft gasped he loved on you so much, all surprise in your face and your lips discretely curling in a smile.

YN and Nolan's quiet room.

Your name was way more clumsily written but he tried his best.

"Nols..."

"Go in"

Inside, the room was the same but slightly different. Your weighted blanket, you neck pillow, your blindfold, your earplugs, your meds box and all your other items.

"Nolie..."

"I know you need comfort and being taken care of. And that I get really grumpy when I'm having migraines and maybe I can push you away. It's not because I don't want you. It's just... It takes the worst out of me. Still... This is for us. For us to hide for the world, okay? I want to take care of you and let you take care of me and it meant a lot that you built this for me. So... I made it also yours."

"I love you" You blurted out. "So much. And I can't believe how vocal you are recently. But I love it and you are the best thing that ever happened to me"

He rolled his eyes and hugged you tight. "I hope we don't have to use this as much, but... Here it is and... Just for you and me"

"You and me. I like it" You circled your arms around his neck and he lifted you from the floor.

"Only like it?"

"Love it"

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