#tissue box n throw it down the hallway towards their room n go back into the bathroom. then i hear him ask the other what happened. the sis

[8bitscarlet]

Joy of My Life

Summary: Life changed quickly after that one fateful day that your home's air conditioning broke. And finally, after many years of pivotal events that nearly brought you to your knees, you were excited for the coming change.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre/Warning: Fluff

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: A second part to Hot, Summer Day as requested! Each part was too short on it's own so I just figured I would just make it one large fic for y'all. Happy Reading!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs,comments and likes are always appreciated! *

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Letting out a loud yawn, you make your way into your home as you squeeze your duffle bag through the door. You subconsciously start to step out of your shoes but quickly feel your knee begin to buckle and snatch at the door. Groaning at the dull pain in the back of your knee, you carefully walk down the hall.

Exhaustion radiates through your body as you try to limp down the hallway to attempt to surprise Wanda on your return home. Peeking into the room, you see Wanda sitting on the bed as she folds laundry and stares at the flashing television screen in front of her. A small hum comes from you as a smile fills your face when those green eyes look over to you and begin to glow.

"Party hard?" she asks you, finding yourself walking straight to her as you chuck your jacket towards the hamper and drop your bag.

Her lips press lightly against yours, hands wrapping around your arms as she holds you steady. She could see how tightly you clenched your hand, the injury from the final battle with Thanos would have random flare ups and she knew you didn't use your cane while away.

"Beer was drank. Food was eaten. And Steve was teased." you mutter into her neck.

Wanda chuckles softly against your ear, running her fingers through your hair as she start to lull you to sleep. Her warm lips press against your temple, feeling you leaning into her,

"And obviously no showers were taken on this camping trip... and you lost your cane."

You shrug, resting your hand on the bed as you start to adjust yourself to sit down with your eyes shut, "Must. Go. To. Sleep."

Wanda pulls on your arm tightly, "Y/N..." Her tone is still playful but you can hear the smallest hint that you're not getting out of taking a shower. Groaning, you know your wife too well.

If you stank, you were not getting in that bed. You were lucky she was holding you so closely with the way you smelt. There's only so much body wipes and river water can do.

With a sigh, you slide your feet across the floor, throwing off your clothes haphazardly around the bathroom. Unbuckling your jeans and trying to slide them down your legs, you hop on your good leg as you start to lose your balance.

Your foot smacks against the small trash can, sending it clanging against the bathtub. With a groan, you watch it spin around and see its contents spill out onto the floor. Kneeling on the floor carefully, you start to scoop up the trash of used tissues, used toothpaste and a box. You open your eyes a little wider at this unusual item, slowly picking up the bright pink box.

Turning the box slowly, it just confirms in large white letters what you knew you were holding. With your heart racing and jaw hanging loose, you trip your way to the bathroom threshold and shove the box out in front of you.

Wanda stands there, her eyes flicking from the box to your panting face. You watch the mist grow in her eyes as they do one final flick and rest on your face. Stepping out of your jeans completely, you take a step towards her with the dopiest grin on your face, a tightness in your chest as your fingers hold the box so lightly.

"Wanda..." you breathe out, dropping the box as you finally see the white stick on the dresser.

Your heart is pounding in your ears, a stinging in your eyes as you feel your fingers begin to grow numb. Wanda gives a tight grin before you see the slightest nod of her head.

"You're joking," you grin, your hand pressing gently against her abdomen as you pick up the small stick, hand shaking with excitement.

As you stare at it, Wanda laughs quietly as she turns it around the right way for you to read. Your eyes can't even focus on the lines as you feel yourself practically soaring. It was almost three years since the final battle with Thanos, the battle that brought everyone back. The Snap happened a few months after you and Wanda first thought about starting a family that one hot, summer day. Then she was taken from you and you had nearly forgotten all about that dream. Until one day when both of you could breathe in peaceful happiness, the air conditioning went out and Wanda reminded you.

"We're going to have a baby?" you breathe out.

"Mmhmmm," she says, just watching you to make sure you're going to keep breathing. It had only been about a year of trying, and it was a year of many emotions. Hopefulness and doubt seemed to go hand in hand when things didn't work the first few cycles.

But now, as you fall onto the bed, clutching this plastic stick so carefully in your hands, it was all slowly becoming reality. You chuckle, pushing yourself up and gently holding Wanda's face in your hands.

"Wanda, oh my darling. You're pregnant?"

Silent tears fall down her face as she answers through a tight voice, "I'm pregnant."

She watches with joy as your mouth falls even further open with awe. You gently place both hands onto her stomach, glancing up at her in wonder.

"Are you sure?" Not really asking but just not knowing what to say in this moment.

Wanda nods, wiping the tears from her glowing eyes, "Oh, I'm sure, Y/N. But we can't tell anyone. We can't steal Nat's thunder."

You grin, "She'll know, my darling." Your smile grows until your eyes nearly squint shut. Sliding your hands through your hair, the whole weight of the news washes over you and Wanda gives you a funny look. Huffing out a breath of air and rapidly blinking back the happy tears that sting your eyes, you look to Wanda.

"You're pregnant," you whisper.

And then, without warning, you wrap her in your arms and spin her off the ground, "You're pregnant!"

Her laughs fill the room as you place her back on her feet, peppering kisses all along her face. Her hands grip you tightly, laughing when your lips reach hers and you press a kiss so deeply into her that you can only hope she can feel the excitement radiating out of you.

"Oh my god," you breathe out, cupping her face, "What do we do?"

"Y/N," Wanda laughs as she pats your chest, "We have nine months until they're here."

"Right, right." You chuckle, smile still wide as you start to fill the excitement merge with growing nervousness. You look down to her stomach again, gently kneeling down as Wanda grips your arm to help you.

Pushing up her shirt gently, you press your hand against her cold skin, feeling the shiver it sends through her body. Softly, you press a kiss against her stomach and feel the tightness in your chest as you start to glance towards the joy that'll come from this. Wanda's hand slides through your hair as you slowly stand back up. Wiping the silent tears from her glowing face, you kiss her roughly as you breathe all of her in.

"I love you, Wanda."

She smiles, wiping away the small bead of sweat from your forehead, "And I love you."

Slowly, she walks back from you, your eyes watching every one of her movements carefully, "I was going to make it a whole surprise, but you're so clumsy now."

You roll your eyes as you limp forward, "What, were you going to bake a pacifier in a cake?"

Wanda gives you a look over her shoulder as she searches through her drawers, "It would melt, dummy."

Turning around quickly, she holds out a book to you. Dude! You're Gonna Be a Parent! You hold the bright and colorful book in your hand with a chuckle. As you flip through the pages, you can see that it's nearly a week by week breakdown of the next nine months of your life.

You look up at Wanda's scrunching nose as you smack the book against your palm, "This is going to be a wild nine months isn't it, darling?"

She shrugs, "Maybe more so for me, don't you think?"

You laugh, cupping her face as you place a gently kiss on her lips, "You're amazing."

"And you still stink." You watch her nose scrunch as she gives your chin a loving squeeze.

You point at her as you limp back towards the bathroom, "You better be ready to celebrate when I get out!"

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You flip back and forth between two pages of a wrinkled instruction booklet. You had tried your best to smooth out the wrinkles after you threw it across the room with confidence that you could put together the bassinets without help. The consequences of your hubris came around when after an hour you finished with the first bassinet upside down.

As you try to find the one notch that's supposed to be the F piece that's supposed to pop easily into the M piece, you bop your head along to a soft beat. It isn't a new album or anything, just some background music as you listen to the audiobook talking about the stages of labor.

Losing yourself in the words you've already memorized this month, you nearly jump out of your skin from the outside world coming in. Cool hands run down your sleeveless arms and you quickly slide your headphones off of your ears.

"Hey, you," Wanda whispers, giving your cheek a peck.

Her eyes look over to the pile of wood and screws on the other side of the bed. All the pieces that are supposed to form together into a changing table. Grunting as you bite on the inside of your lip, you pop together two pieces.

"Don't you want help with that, honey?"

Putting a few screws between your lips, you whip around and pull over the rocking chair you already finished, "No, no, no. You're supposed to be sitting down and relaxing."

Wanda rolls her eyes, holding onto your hand as she slowly sits herself down onto the chair, "I'm not made of glass, Y/N."

You watch as she lets out a sigh, happy to be off of her feet. Raising your brows at how you know you're right, you kneel down and start to screw pieces together.

"You know," Wanda says, her hand absentmindedly rubbing her baby bump, "You're the only one I've seen dance to a book about labor."

With a laugh, you look over and rest your arm on your knee, "I'm just soaking it all in, darling. Besides, I'm waiting for the glue on the crib bars to set."

Reading the next line of instructions, you hear the rustling of packaging behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you smile as Wanda holds a pile of stuffed animals in her arms and carefully sets them up on a dresser. You watch with a grin on your face as you listen to her laugh.

Turning, she holds out two special stuffed animals. One is dressed up to the nines in an Iron Man suit, you wonder if it actually works or not. And the other is dressed up in Captain America's suit, shield and all.

"That pile doesn't stop growing. I think Tony still has Cap beat by a few onesies annnnd a bucket hat."

Wanda holds up her finger, carefully leaning over to a basket on an ottoman, "But we can't forget this baby," in her fingers she holds up a CD, Marvin Gaye Lullabies for Babies.

"Oh, of course. Sam gives the... certainly can give a gift." You give a tight grin and wave her over to you.

She chuckles, grabbing her bowl of honeydew from the dresser and walking over to you. You rub her hands together in excitement, glancing down at your watch.

"It's time for my bonding time!" you smile up at Wanda as she stops in front of you, rolling her eyes as you gently press a kiss to her fingers and taste the sweetness of the fruit on her fingertips.

Carefully, you place your hands on her stomach and whisper quietly against her soft skin, "Hey, how's it going in here?"

"Oh!" Wanda exclaims out with a chuckle, watching your face glow when you felt that sharp kick against the palm of your hand. Her hand runs through your hair, massaging the top of your head, "They only kick when you touch, y'know? Once you three are together, I'm going to get more gray hairs than I get from just you."

Smiling, you lean forward and press a gentle kiss against her stomach, "Give your mom a rest boys. We'll cause havoc when you're here."

With one last final and loud kiss for the twins, you stand up and follow Wanda into the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, you steal a donut from behind the fruit bowl. Your eyes wander over to the calendar again and stare at the dates.

"Y/N, the days don't go faster if you stare at them."

Your eyes keep getting locked on the large red circle that wraps around a date that's still two weeks away. The date that officially means Wanda's been pregnant for forty weeks. Glancing over to Wanda as you wipe chocolate off your mouth, you watch her hands rest gently on her bump as she closes her eyes for just a moment.

The third trimester has certainly not been her favorite. The constant need to run to the bathroom, barely being able to dress herself, and her near inability to sleep. You've done your best to help, trying to massage blood flow into her lower legs and feet, trying to get the aches out of her back. It took you a few times to not freak out when Wanda complained about contractions that ended up only being Braxton Hicks.

Watching Wanda as she gently catches her breath from reaching for a cup in the back of the cabinet, you grin. It had been a wild nine months with her. Taking all of the classes, letting everyone know the news and going through never ending gifts from everyone and requests to help. The past few weeks have been full of washing loads of clothes, piling up the boxes of diapers, learning all of these high tech contraptions from Stark and the impossible event of putting in not just one, but two car seats.

A pillow smacks against your head, pulling you out of your trance as you hear Wanda quietly giggling to herself. Grinning as you pick up the soft cushion, you lean over Wanda's bump and press a kiss to her forehead.

"Let me check on the cribs and I'll order some take out," Tossing the pillow back onto the couch, you gently push her towards it, "You go sit down."

Wanda rolls her eyes, "So bossy," and stops at the fridge as she tries to find another odd food combination to try to satisfy her cravings.

As you walk towards the garage to check on the cribs you've made to keep your hands busy, you hear Wanda call after you. Poking your head around the pillar, she leans her head against the fridge door with a tired smile,

"Thank you."

You grin, feeling the warmth in your chest continue to grow, "You want an extra large cup of that nugget ice, huh?"

The fridge begins to beep and Wanda quickly grabs out her jar of pickles, green eyes that are pleading for two extra large cups, "We should've just asked Stark for one of those ice machines."

Hopping down the garage stairs, you give the bars a good shake and smile. They're strong, nothing is going to be breaking these cribs down, the twins would be totally safe once you two put them in here.

Grabbing a few sheets of sand paper, you start to sand them smooth so you can get them stained and finally start to set them up. With the wood free of splinters, you start searching for your staining brush. Toolboxes are lifted and you check under cars and workbenches with no success.

"Y/N? Honey?" Wanda's voice echoes down into the garage, your head smacks up against the edge of your car.

You cuss beneath your breath, rubbing the back of your head as your brows lightly clench at the slight wobble of uncertainty in her voice. You wonder if she tried to grab that cereal from the top shelf and dropped it again.

"One sec, darling!" you call out to her, just wanting to find the brush before you start to get sidetracked.

"Uh, you might want... just get up here, please!"

With a sigh, you jog up the stairs and round the corner with broom and dust pan in hand to clean up the cereal that's no doubt on the floor. As you're about to ask what happened, you freeze halfway into the kitchen.

Wanda stands in the middle of the room, still clutching a jar of pickles and a cold slice of pizza. Pointing the broom handle forward, you point to a puddle on the tile as you notice that her pant legs are wet.

"That's not pickle juice, is it?" you ask, feeling your heart start to pound as you throw the broom into the living room, gripping the counter to steady yourself.

"Y/N," Wanda's voice is soft to the pounding heart in your ears, "It's time for the babies."

You unlock your eyes from the floor to Wanda’s comforting and calculating eyes. You read books over these nine months and listened to even more on your audio books. You read all about water breaking and having a hospital bag ready and all of that. Now that’s it’s happening, you realized none of that was ever going to prepare you for the actual event.

“You gotta breathe, hon.” Letting out the breath you had stuck in your lungs, you limp over to Wanda and carefully guide her to the bedroom.

“Right, right. Okay do you need help changing? Is there even time to change? Oh crap, do we have enough gas?" You start to incoherently mumble to yourself

Wanda stops in the hallway and presses her hands against your chest. “Just get the bag, love. You’re doing great.”

You nod and head for the duffle bag, glancing back at her every two seconds as you throw in an extra blanket, your chargers, a stuffed animal and some snacks and drinks to sneak in. You’re frantically looking for your phone as Wanda finishes tying her sweatpants and casually grabbing one of your flannels from the closet.

“Y/N.” she says, scaring you as you knock your head under the bed, adding another bump to the back of your head. Rubbing the bump as you stand, you see Wanda holding your phone with a grin. “Should we practice labor breathing?”

You chuckle and dryly swallow, “I just wow… It’s really happening."

"This balloon of a stomach couldn’t tell you that?” She chuckles, sliding your phone into your shorts and your wallet along with it.

You grin at just how calm she is, “God, I love you.”

“You ready?” She asks, like you’re the one who’s about to do all of the hardwork. You press a kiss into her as you grab the bags.

You kneel down, “Boys, make this the smoothest labor ever so your mom doesn’t kill me.” With another kiss to her bump, you glance up at Wanda, “Lets get those twins here.”

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Sitting quietly in your chair, you stare down at the innocent, sleeping face you hold so gently in your arms. He stirs so quietly in your arms and you gently tug his blanket tighter around his body. His lips quietly smack as yours raise further up in your tired grin, your eyes glued to this baby. Tilting your head just so, you feel your brow twitch with the growth of joy as you stare in awe at this small human.

"Y/N,” you hear your name through a tired whisper and force yourself to look away from this bundle in your arms.

Wanda expertly holds the other child in her arms, holding her other arm out for you. Carefully, you stand and try not to jostle the one you have in your arms as you practically tip toe to her bed side. As you settle on the edge of the bed, you gently hand off your baby to Wanda. You stare in awe, as Wanda starts to work away without a thought as if she's done this a million times. With one baby laying between her legs, she gently swaddles the baby's arms with one hand. You stare with unblinking eyes as the baby you were just holding onto clings to her chest for his meal.

Wanda looks at you with an exhausted chuckle and you look at her, “You should close your mouth before something flies in, dear.”

"I just…" You lean closer to Wanda, her tired head resting on your chest as you extend you legs along the bed.

One hand gently caresses the soft, thin curls on the feeding baby’s head with your thumb, carefully hovering over his soft spot. The other hand reaches for the fed and ready for sleep baby on Wanda's thighs. As your fingers gently run down his arm, his fingers wrap so gently around your thumb. Your brows raise, feeling the small baby squeeze with all of its might.

A choked chuckle rises from your throat as you feel the hot stinging in your eyes, “Wow.”

“I told you they’d know you.” Wanda whispers, letting out a small hiss as he reattaches to her. You press a kiss atop of her head, smelling the days sweat just mask that amber smell.

“You’re amazing, my darling,” you tell her as she cranes her neck to look at you. You gently kiss the bags beneath her eyes with a grin, before pressing the softest kiss against her lips.

The baby hiccups and you laugh, reaching for the towel on the bed side table and placing him on your shoulder. Oh so gently, you pick up the baby and begin the routine of rubbing and patting his back. After a few moments of patting, you hear the quiet belch and Wanda smiles, patting your thigh with light taps. Standing to place the baby back into his bassinet, you tightly swaddle the blanket around his body and tap his little nose.

“You already seem like a wild child, Tommy."

Wanda lets out a tired chuckle, “An All-American name?”

You laugh, taking the other baby from Wanda's legs and watching his drooping eyes close completely in sleep. Wiggling your brows as you glance up at Wanda, she rolls her eyes as she tells you his name, “William.”

You peer down into those tired brown eyes that have opened for a split moment to look up at you, “Billy.”

Watching the two boys begin to settle down for more rest, Wanda flicks on the television and settles down further into her pillow.

“I think we should let in the godparents,” Wanda says, finally able to eat the food on her tray and drink the extra juice you were able to sneak in here for her.

Leaving her to have the room for the moment, you step quietly out towards the waiting room. Almost four years ago, you were in a hospital room clinging on to life. Now here you were, with new life brought into the world just behind you.

As you glance out into the room, you can see everyone else huddled with empty coffee cups surrounding them. Containing yourself to stop yourself from running over and yelling in joy, you make your way over to your family.

It’s late, nearly 3 am. The boys hadn't listened to you, they made it a hard labor. And if that’s not a sign from the future about how much they’re going to listen to you as they grow, you don't know what is.

As always, Nat is the first to see you. She walks away from a sleeping Steve, his unconscious body tilting over onto the chair that Nat was in, snorting awake. Sam is right next to her, gripping another stuffed animal wrapped with ballon twine and about ten huge, colorful balloons. You nod to Nat a quiet confirmation as you get closer to everyone else.

They’ve all gotten to their feet. Even the kids have woken from their slumbers and stand waiting for the news as they rub their tired eyes.

"Well…" you say, your smile beaming, “Twenty toes. twenty fingers. Two healthy boys.”

The waiting room explodes with shouts and celebrations to the news. Nurses glance over at you, whispering to each other but you don't even notice as you're practically ambushed.

Hugs are flying everywhere, happy tears streaming down faces. Sam smiles proudly at you, pulling you in for a deep hug. He rests his forehead on yours,

"I’m so proud of both of you."

After a long day of high emotions, you nearly break down into his hug. You grip his shirt tightly, feeling his hands press tightly against you. The kids run up to you, asking a billion questions at once, wondering when they can see the kids and if they can go home. Laughing, you hold up your hands to slow down this moment for just a moment.

“Wanda’s obviously tired so- I came to grab the godmother and godfathers.”

All of the guy’s make interesting faces towards each other as Nat quickly steps next to you, sticking her tongue out at Steve. He rolls his eyes and you give Nat a shake of your head as you chuckle.

“Steve, you mean the world to Wanda. And I know how much you want to be the favorite uncle,”

Steve sticks his tongue out back at Nat as they hug each other tenderly.

“And you,” you point at Sam who looks genuinely surprised, “Gotta have someone teach the kid good music,” Everyone laughs as Sam pulls you in for a hug, a shaking breath hitting your ear as you hug him tighter.

Tony gives your shoulder a tight squeeze, “I’m not old enough to be a pseudo grandfather so - come up with a good title for me, Y/N.”

“We’ll stay until we can go see Wanda, don’t you worry.” Clint hugs you before sitting back down and points at the "I Spy" game with his own kids.

As gently as you can, you open the hospital door back into the room. The three godparents slink their way in and you hear their small gasps in the quiet. Nat makes her way quickly to Wanda, gripping her hand tightly as Wanda makes out a quiet hello. Sam and Steve both press their kisses and love to Wanda as Nat gazes over the boys in their little sleeping cocoons.

“Oh my,” she whispers, “little Tommy and little Billy.”

Steve steps next to her, and you watch with a proud smile as she rests into him, “Moya lyubov.”

Sam grips your shoulder tightly, “They look like they have a nice set of lungs on them.”

Wanda blows out a raspberry, remembering how much they cried and screamed once they came to the world. You chuckle, recalling the flustered way you tried to rock them to sleep so Wanda could try to drink some juice in some semblance of peace.

Gently, Steve picks up Tommy as you go and pick up Billy, placing him into Sam’s awaiting arms, his eyes wide as he tries to be careful. Nat’s eyes flick between the two boys and then they fall to Wanda.

“They’re beautiful. Wanda, you did amazing.”

You make your way back to your wife, standing next to her as the two godfathers sit in the chairs near the bed. Nat sits on the edge of the bed closest to Steve and looks to both of the babies as she quietly coos at them.

“Oh, you boys have the best parents.” Steve whispers, his thumb nearly the size of Tommy's arm. Tommy's eyes gently open and Steve nods with a wide smile, “That’s right. They have so much love to give you guys. And they’ll be here to protect you.”

Sam sniffles a little, “And we’ll be here for all of you.” He glances towards Wanda who gives him a small smile, mouthing a 'thank you' to him.

Wanda reaches for you as Sam steps away to gently tell Billy all of your secrets no doubt. Nat and Steve are coddling little Tommy near the windows, totally in awe of his face and all of his little noises. Laying next to Wanda, you pick up her tracing fingers and gently press a kiss into her palm. She sighs as her eyes gently flutter close, listening to the small whispers and coos from her family.

“My family…” she sighs, “They’re all here.”

You look down at her, her eyes still shut as her face begins to relax and her fingers rest on your leg. “Pietro…” she mutters, “Mama and Papa.”

"They've never left you, my darling,"

She lets out a hum, blindly finding your hand and intertwining her fingers with yours.

"I love you," she whispers, her head falling against your arm as she drifts quickly into a deep slumber. You grin, pushing back her hair and pressing a soft kiss,

“And I love you.”

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Groaning awake you can hear Wanda whispering just outside the door. Opening an eye, you can see the cracked door slowly closing and the handle clicking into place. Small feet patter down the hallway and you rub the sleep from your eyes.

Throwing your feet off the bed, you run your hands through your hair listening to another pair of feet smack down the hall and down a set of stairs. You chuckle, looking over at the clock and notice the early time reflecting out in red lights. It had been a long shift last night and you came in rather late. Wanda was just coming out of the kid's bedroom, and had seen the sad look on your face when you realized you had missed the bedtime reading. She quietly promised to make you feel better in the morning.

Exiting the room, you can hear the growing volume of life inside the kitchen. The smell of pancakes and bacon wafts up to the second floor as you hear step stools being dragged across tiled floor. Walking carefully down the stairs, a collar jingles through a doggy door and you can hear Wanda’s encouraging voice fill the house.

“There you go, Tommy. We need three more of those. Billy, can you cut up the strawberries with your little knife?”

Quietly, you watch from just outside of the kitchen, leaning on your good leg against the wall. The soft grin spreads without thought across your face as you stare at the scene in front of you.

Billy stands to the left of Wanda, quietly counting out chocolate chips and fruit for the pancakes. Tommy is furiously whisking the batter as splatters go flying across the kitchen, smacking onto faces and appliances alike. Wanda grabs him quickly before he tips himself off his step stool with laughter coming from both of them. Billy turns with a beaming smile, his brown eyes squinting with laughter as he looks back just enough to catch you in the corner of his vision.

His eyes double back to you and your grin grows out into a smile as you chuckle and extend your arms out, dropping to your knee and subtly hiding the grimace from the pain in your quick movement. Billy bounds off of the step stool and rams straight into your chest. Tommy isn’t far behind, the wet batter that covers his face and pajamas smearing all over you.

“Mom said it was a surprise!” Tommy yells, pointing back and nearly jumping with excitement.

Ruffling their hair as you stand, you nudge them back to Wanda’s side as you walk towards her. Your arms wrap around her waist as she’s carefully moving hot pans around. Pressing a kiss against her head, she hands Billy the spatula and tells Tommy to carefully pour out the batter. As she slowly turns her wrist, the step stools scoot closer together as the boys laugh, holding their balance carefully.

Wanda quickly turns in your arms, wrapping her arms around your neck with that twinkling in those emerald eyes that makes you melt.

“What’s that smirk for?” She questions, her finger gently pressing against your lips before squeezing your chin.

Peeking over at the boys as they whisper things to each other, “Close your eyes.”

She eyes you carefully with her own smirk, but breathes in carefully and closes her eyes. You grin, cupping her face gently in your hands, watching her cheek twitch ever so slightly at your touch. Wanda sighs into your hand, her own scratching at the back of your head. As you close your eyes and press your forehead against hers, the grin never falters.

“Mom-”

There’s a loud shush from Billy and you hear Wanda giggle. You let out your own quiet shush, meant only for Wanda to hear and listen to her sigh out. There's a chill that runs down your back and you know that Wanda's connected back to you. She can see exactly what you're playing in your mind. Your favorite memories from the past years together; sharing ice cream in first date, the moment she told you she loved you after an argument, dancing together in your new and empty house, and finishing with this moment right in front of you.

Opening your eyes slowly, you see her staring at you. She smiles at you, gliding a hand down your face, looking you over. Her eyes noticing all of the new creases on your face over the past years together, the new scars, the prominent laugh lines and creases around your eyes.

“You’re amazing,” She whispers, her lips pressing against yours.

You pull away as you take in a deep breath, picking up your head and seeing the plates of pancakes that are ready to eat and Tommy spinning the spatula as fast as he can on his finger. Cocking a brow, you glance over to the back door,

“Did you feed your dog, boys?”

The boys quickly glance at each other before sprinting towards the pantry for the dog food to feed Sparky. Resting your eyes back to Wanda, you lean in for another kiss. Soft and slow, her lips moving against yours in perfect unison.

There’s a small click in the background and through the static a song comes through the speakers of your record player. The kisses stop as your lips turn up into a grin, your body instinctively swaying to the music as Wanda laughs at your limping dance moves.

“Can you dance without your stick?” she asks, nearly stopping to look for it before remembering you ‘lost’ it again.

Pulling her in closer, you stare with the softest grin on your face, “You are my stick.”

Spinning Wanda out, before pulling her in for another kiss you hear Tommy,

“Why are our parents so weird?”

With a final spin, Wanda slips from your arms and you quickly set up the dinner trays in the living room, the plates floating towards their final destinations on the trays. The boys are up and over the couch, bouncing on the cushions as they land.

“Chocolate milk? OJ? What’s on the palette today, boys?”

They yell out their orders as they stuff the eggs and bacon into their mouths. As you shake the juice and make the chocolate milk, Wanda watches you with a grin. Stirring the chocolate milk, you meet her eyes with a questioning look.

“You ever think we’d be here fifteen years ago?”

You chuckle, tapping the spoon against the lip of the cup and cleaning the sweet liquid off in your mouth. Wanda carefully floats the drinks over to the boys as they yell out their thank you’s. Crossing your arms as you watch the boys laughing at the television, having picked up Wanda’s same obsession with old sitcoms. Wanda’s arm wraps around your waist as she leans her head against your shoulder.

“I didn’t think we’d have TWO demon spawns.” You tell her, hearing her click her tongue as she smacks you in a scolding manner.

You laugh, blocking another hit as you start to walk to the couch, “I love you, Wands.”

She hums out, “And I love you. Sweetheart?”

Letting out a hum as you turn back to Wanda, she smiles at the boys before looking at you. “Thank you.”

You give her a curious look, “You’re mistaken.”

Placing your mug back on the counter, you wrap your arms around her waist, staring into the green sea in her eyes,

“My darling. I fall more in love with you every day that passes. You... “ you grin as you find your words and rest your eyes back to hers, “You fill this family with so much love and warmth. You have brought me my brightest days. And with you and those boys, I know they're just getting brighter. Wands, thank you for being my wife.”

She rests a hand on your face, gently laying her lips against yours. “You’ve gotten good at being cheesy.”

“Mom! Hurry it’s your favorite part!” Billy yells out and you hold onto Wanda’s hand as you find your places next to the boys.

Leaning back into the couch as you watch Lucille Ball stuff chocolates into her mouth, you rest your hand atop Tommy’s head and hug him closer into you. Glancing to Wanda, she’s already looking at you with a scrunching nose.

You smile and mouth to her, “I love you.”

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hi can you write about spending a valentine’s day with gray pls?

valentine’s day smut w/ gray? + more haha sorry couldn’t put them all in

A/N: I’m sorry this is a day late. It was supposed to be 90% smut but somehow it took on a mind of its own and turned into this monster.

warnings: smut, extremely cheesy, way too long

***

It should be a given understanding that Valentine’s Day is the dumbest, most antiquated, overrated holiday that’s ever existed. That had always been your take on it, even as a little kid — the worry of spelling your classmates’ names correctly on cards imprinted with cheesy Scooby Doo and Spongebob puns; the expectation to dress up nice in the hopes you would get asked to be someone’s Valentine in the hallways of middle school; the potential embarrassment of being the only person in class who didn’t get bought one of those stupid roses from a ‘secret admirer’ in high school.

There’s simply too much pressure surrounding the idea of professing your love or even your mere fondness for anyone and everyone in your life. The fear of rejection if you do, and the judgement if you don’t. It had always made you anxious, whether you had someone to share the day with or not.

But this Valentine’s Day, as a young twenty-something, you were actually (secretly) looking forward to it. Conner was your first adult relationship, with the title of ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ and labels and commitment. He’s cute and smart and charming and yours. So, sue you if you were quietly anticipating wearing that SavageXFenty set beneath a brand new dress while you went to dinner after being greeted at the door with roses and a box of chocolates.

And yet here you are, on February 14th, hood of your sweater drawn over your head as you rummage through your freezer with a clear target in your mind. Your eyes are blurry and swollen, but you find the pint of birthday cake Nada Moo with ease, and you slam the freezer door closed a little harder than you really mean to as soon as it’s in your grasp.

You’ve just popped the lid off when your phone buzzes on the kitchen counter where you’ve plopped down to eat your depression snack in a more acceptable place than your bed or the couch.

You see Grayson’s name accompanied by a goofy, up-close picture of him smiling filling the screen, and hesitate. He’s one of your best friends, and clearly done nothing wrong, but you’re not sure you’re capable of handling anyone of the male species right now after...everything.

At the end of the day, though, it’s Grayson. He knows heartbreak almost better than anyone, and you’ve coached him through it on more than one occasion. Maybe he can spew back some of your own advice if it comes to that.

You swipe the bar at the bottom of the screen, and your ceiling suddenly replaces the image of his silly, handsome face. “Sup?”

“Yo. Am I interrupting anything? Sorry, just remembered what day it is.”

You swallow. “Uh no, you’re not.”

“What’s wrong?”

You bite your lip hard, digging your spoon into the softened ice cream. Was it that obvious just from your voice that you had been upset? Or does he just know you that well?

“Nothing.”

“You sound like you’ve been crying.”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie. Let me see your face.”

There’s a beat of silence, and you concede. “No. I’ve been crying.”

He’s quiet, and you can’t bring yourself to look at his own face in the corner of the screen. You shove the chunk of ice cream past your lips, and after a moment he says with a softer tone, “Crying on Valentine’s Day is never a good sign.”

You’re glad that you’ve gotten so much of your tears out already, because you feel the inevitable prickle behind your eyes that would have been full-blown waterworks a few hours ago. You scoop another bite. “Conner cheated on me — has been, cheating on me. I found out last night.”

Grayson sighs your name, and something about the genuine sympathy in his voice makes you even more emotional. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. What a piece of shit.”

You shrug even though he can’t see, and sniffle past the lump in your throat. “It’s whatever. I’m still in shock more than anything. Hurts like hell, though, still. I let him have it when I saw the texts and he hasn’t tried to call me once. No texts. Nothing.”

He’s silent, but it’s that raging silence you know oh so well from him. It doesn’t happen often, but anyone who knows Grayson Dolan knows that when his volume comes down, he means business. A loud and obnoxious Grayson is a happy one, but a brooding and quiet one means serious business.

“Do you want me to go beat his ass? I’ll do it.”

A smile cracks your scowl before you know it, and you shake your head. “No thanks, Gray. As much as I’d love to see that happen, I like your face the way it is. And not on a mugshot.”

He chuckles a little, and you feel your chest lift some just hearing the familiar depth of it. “Well, do you at least want me to come over later? I totally get if you need to be alone, but I know from experience sometimes what helps the most is having good friends around.”

You’re a little surprised. “You don’t have a date?”

“Nope.”

“No one from the roster hitting you up?”

“I don’t have a roster,” he argues playfully, but you both know that’s a lie, if not at least a stretch of the truth. “And even if I did, you’re more important. Always.”

You sigh and take another bite. His words make your neck tingle and your toes wiggle, but you ignore it; your brain is full of confusion as it is. “That makes one man in my life who thinks so, I guess.”

You finally prop your phone up against the fruit basket sitting in the middle of your bar so he can see you. Grayson takes in your image, which admittedly must look kind of pathetic, and you watch his jaw clench and release in a way that you can’t deny is utterly sexy.

“Is an hour okay? Tell Vanessa to come, too.”

“Benito took her to Tulum for the weekend,” you say, referring to your best friend and her boyfriend. “She did threaten to get on a plane and come home early for me, though.”

Grayson grins crookedly, but his jaw is still tight. “Well, tell her you’re in good hands. See you in an hour?”

You give it one last quick consideration; you already feel this much better just talking to him on the phone. Nothing bad could come from him being in your apartment, and you trust him. “Yeah, that’s fine. But just so you know, I’m already at the stage of eating ice cream at 10:30 AM.”

“Did you forget you’re talking to the emotional ice cream eating champion? No judgement here.”

You finally let out a giggle, your spirits officially lifted. “I’ll see you soon.”

**

True to his word, Grayson arrives at your door about an hour later, his arms laden with milkshakes from Monty’s, a gift bag decorated all over with sparkly hearts, and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers.

You’re stunned. The only thing you’d managed to do in the time it took him to get here was take a quick shower in attempts to rid your face of some of the puffiness, throw on some shorts this time with a fresh hoodie, and toss the used tissues scattered around your place into the garbage.

Before you can say anything, he holds out the flowers. “They were out of roses. But I know you like pink.”

You reach out for them slowly, eyes wide, your fingers brushing his when you grasp the plastic wrapping. His cheeks are a similar color to the petals, and it makes both your heart and your lips smile.

“Peonies are my favorite,” you say truthfully. “And yes, especially pink ones. Thank you, Gray.”

“You’re welcome,” he says, sounding relieved.

As he crosses the threshold of your door, he leans down to kiss your cheek, and you can’t help but hum quietly and pull him in for a hug. “That gift better not be for me, either,” you mumble into his chest.

Grayson pulls back, his eyes sparkling, but keeps you close with an arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders. “Oh, this? No, this is for my other best friend I’m trying to cheer up on Valentine’s Day.”

You slap his arm playfully, and lead him into your kitchen, pulling out a vase from the cabinet beneath your sink for the flowers.

The bag has a few gifts in it: a new Comfy (“I remembered you ruined yours when that ketchup bottle exploded all over you the other day”); a huge bag of watermelon sour patch kids (“I know they’re your favorite. Also ice cream gives you brain freeze after the first pint or so, trust me”); and a heart shaped box of your favorite chocolates (“you can eat them or burn them, I wasn’t sure which you’d appreciate more but either is fine with me.”)

You appreciated all of it, more than he would ever understand. All you can do is fling yourself at him weakly, completely overwhelmed. “Fuck you, you’re gonna make me cry all over again.”

Grayson envelops you in those huge, muscular arms, cooing behind that laugh you love so much. “Is that a really backwards way of saying thank you?”

You grunt in affirmation, and with you still wrapped up in his arms, he starts waddling the two of you back the short distance into your living room.

“Here,” he says, coaxing you down into the blanket nest you had created on the couch. “You chill and find a movie. I’ll make popcorn.”

You do, and he does, and the next few hours are spent lounging about in your apartment. Having him here with you is doing wonders from keeping your mind from going down the paths you’d been spiraling towards ever since you saw the messages between Conner and no less than four other girls on Snapchat. You don’t believe in snooping, but finding the first one had been an accident when he received the snap while you had his phone, and your finger happened to press the icon at just the right moment. 

In your eyes, though, the image of one pair of tits that weren’t your own was enough justification to see what else you could find. 

“I hate to admit it, but I’m kind of relieved,” you told Grayson a while later, Shrek playing on the TV quietly. He’s sitting next to you, far enough apart for there to be couch space between the two of you, but close enough to share the oversized blanket thrown over your laps. “Obviously what he did is so fucking shitty and I’m not justifying it in any way, but I can be honest with myself now and realize I wasn’t in that relationship for the right reasons. There wasn’t anything there emotionally at the end of the day.”

“You still have every right to feel hurt by what he did, though. It’s a huge violation of trust,” Grayson assures, reaching out and squeezing your hand gently.  

You squeeze back and grimace at him. “Yeah.” You let out a little mirthless laugh and shake your head, heat flooding your cheeks. “It’s so embarrassing, too. And finding out the day before Valentine’s, no less. Like, I just wanted to look cute, have a nice dinner, have some nice sex, and just... I don’t know. Have an actual Valentine’s day for once. No pressure or anxiety or anything.”

Grayson stares at you in that way he does — so intense and almost intimidating if there wasn’t a genuine warmth behind it. You’re suddenly aware of his thumb brushing the back of your hand slowly. He squeezes your fingers again. 

“So, let’s do it, then. You and me.”

You arch a brow at him, smiling at the rosiness in his cheeks when he realizes what he might have implied. “The dinner part, I mean. And the dressing up. Even though I think you look plenty cute right now.”

You roll your eyes, but for the countless time that day, your heart flutters happily. Looking back, you can’t remember the last time Conner had complimented your appearance, let alone after hours of crying and lazing around in sweats, sugar crystals stuck to the corner of your lip. 

“That would be great, except there’s no way we’re getting into any restaurant at this point,” you remind him. “Probably no delivery, either.”

“I’ll cook for you,” he counters, throwing the blanket off his legs and standing up with a groan. He stops to stretch, and the way his arms go over his head makes his shirt ride up at the bottom, exposing a chunk of hard muscles and golden skin. 

You swallow, eyes trailing up the rest of his torso appreciatively. “I don’t have much.”

He’s already rummaging through your pantry, though, and pulls out a half-full box of pasta, a jar of marinara sauce, and a leftover chunk of sourdough bread. “You got salad stuff?”

You nod, and he opens the fridge to find some lettuce, peppers, and other salad fixings before setting them with the pasta ingredients on the counter. “Go get dressed, look as cute or not cute as you want. I’ll take care of this.”

He’s absolutely unreal. “Gray-”

Grayson holds up his hand. “Ah, no, I’m doing this. You deserve it. Also, I’m hungry. It’s a win-win.”

Your stomach growls as well, and that’s all the convincing you need. While he gets busy in the kitchen, you tidy up the living area some before heading to your room. You feel a little silly, making your third outfit change of the day, but you also like the giddiness in the pit of your belly at the thought of Grayson doing all of this for you. You might as well take advantage of having someone like him in your life. Show him some Valentine’s appreciation of your own.

You forgo the slinky red number you had planned to wear to the restaurant with Conner, and opt instead for a rather unsuspecting blouse-jeans combo, which happen to both respectively frame your tits and ass perfectly.

The lacy, bright pink set in the back of your closet might have made it beneath your clothes, though. The prettiness of it made you feel that much better, even if no one else was going to see it.

Maybe.

Padding back into your kitchen after running a flat iron through your hair and throwing on some concealer, mascara, and lip gloss, you find Grayson draining the pasta into a colander in the sink. 

Grayson does a double-take when he sees you standing there admiring the flex of his bicep as he holds the pot. “Hey! You look amazing.”

“If you say so,” you joke, bumping his hip with yours as. You pass him to pull plates and bowls out of the cabinet.

“I do,” he insists quietly.

Arm outstretched mid-reach, you look over at him, locking eyes with his hazel ones. He looks a little surprised by the words that left his mouth, like he meant for them to stay inside his head. There must be some kind of challenge in your gaze, daring him to elaborate.

He busies himself with the pasta again hastily, his voice low. “Conner is a fucking idiot. To do that to you. To let you go. You don’t deserve that. Especially not today.”

Plates in hand, you rest them gently on the counter with your lower lip caught between your teeth, and peer over at this handsome man you’re so proud and lucky to call your best friend. He’s everything you thought Conner was — cute and smart and charming — but so much more — beautiful and good and kind.

And he’s been right here in front of you the whole time.

You reach out and touch his elbow softly. The hairs on his forearm are crisp but soft, and you follow them down to that gleaming watch on his wrist.

“You know,” you start quietly, fingers tracing the links of the band before flipping his hand over to trace the lines of his palm, “you keep talking about what I deserve today. But you deserve all that and more. You deserve someone’s love that matches your own.”

He watches your delicate fingers on his large, calloused palm, then trails his eyes up to yours when he feels their attention on his face. A piece of hair flops into his eyes, and you reach up without thinking or any hesitation to push it away again with a little smile playing on your glossy lips.

You look down and lay your palm flat against his, admiring the difference in size between your hands for a moment before interlocking your fingers with his.

“I love you.”

Your eyes flit up to his in surprise; he beat you to the words.

“In case that wasn’t obvious,” Grayson continues, turning towards you. “And I hope that’s not too much for you to handle, with everything you’ve had hap-”

“I love you too, Gray,” you interrupt, stepping that much closer to him so you’re nearly chest-to-chest with him.

“Yeah?” He sounds almost boyish in his astonishment, and it makes you want to hold him tight and never let go.

“Yeah,” you giggle. “A lot. I’m sorry it took me getting dumped to realize it.”

He shakes his head, his hand resting on your cheek gently. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod once before he’s swiftly ducking down to claim your lips with his. They’re soft and pliable, and you feel their effects from the nerves in your scalp all the way down to your bare toes.

“Grayson,” you breathe, lashes fluttering open as he pulls back just enough to look at you concernedly.

You smile, bigger and brighter than you have all day, and cup his stubbled cheeks with your hands, scratching your nails gently against his jaw. “I just wanted to say your name.”

Grayson grins now, too. He kisses you more insistently now that he’s got the taste of you on his tongue, which he flicks against the underside of your top lip as he breaks the kiss. “Say it again.”

“Make me,” you challenege, voice breathy and excited, eyes closed as you savor his sweet breath against your lips. “In my room.” You feel him tense up a bit, and you open your eyes to meet his questioning gaze, biting back a smile at the inevitable hope also shining there. “I’m sure.”

With that, Grayson hauls you up into his arms, and you wrap your legs around his waist with a squeal as he buries his face into your neck. He starts making the way to your bedroom, cooked food left long forgotten in the kitchen behind you.

“Are you wearing my signature scent?” he asks, inhaling your skin deeply.

“Mmhm,” you hum, threading your fingers through the back of his thick hair. It’s so long again, and you give the dark strands a sharp tug that makes him grunt. “Part one of my gift to you. Since you got so many for me today.”

“Part one, huh?” he says, crossing the threshold of your room. “What’s part two?”

“What I’m wearing underneath this,” you whisper in his ear, giggling loudly when he lies you down on the bed with more of a toss than he might have intended. “If you want it, that is.”

He looks at you like you’ve lost your mind at the mere suggestion that he wouldn’t, and you take that as enough encouragement to tug at the bow tying your forest green silk wrap blouse together.

The folds part open and expose your chest, clad in that pink lace demi-cup bra with the cage detailing over the tops of your breasts. Grayson moans and dips down to nuzzle your cleavage, breathing in the scent of your warm skin. His hands trail up your sides, from your hips to your rib cage, until they settle in the dips of your waist. His touch ignites you, makes your back arch and your hips grind up against his thigh between your legs, just from the sensation of his hands on these new parts of your body.

“Grayson,” you sigh, and he smirks up at you with his chin on your tits when he realizes that’s all it took for you to say his name again.

You grab his cheeks and kiss that smugness away, shifting your legs so they’re wrapped around his waist once again, pushing down on the small of his back to get your centers to meet.

Both of you gasp into each other’s mouths when his erection rubs against your pussy, even through all the layers of clothing still on your bodies. You reach down blindly, still attacking his mouth with yours, and feel around for his belt.

His pants come off, followed by yours, and he sits you up enough to push your blouse off your shoulders rather gently considering the intensity of everything. Once the garment is tossed over his shoulder, you’re down to nothing but that pretty lingerie and he in his boxer briefs.

There’s a moment of pause and clarity for the two of you, staring into one another’s eyes as the reality hits of what you’re about to do. What it means to both of you. Grayson stares down at you, and places a hand over your rapidly thumping heart.

“Beautiful,” he says quietly, dragging his hand up your chest, over your throat, until he’s cupping you’re cheek and stroking your lip with his thumb.

You smile in return, then part your lips with your eyes locked on his, encouraging him silently to slip that digit in your mouth.

Grayson’s eyes darken, and he offers you his pointer finger instead, swallowing hard when you suck and swirl your soft, wet tongue around it.

Suddenly, he’s rolling the two of you over, switching positions so he’s on his back and you straddle him. You smile happily, taking your turn to duck down and attach your lips to the pulse point his neck, grinding down on his cock with a slow, steady rhythm.

“You’re so amazing, Gray,” you tell him, nipping at the lobe of his ear before kissing the underside of his chin. “Can’t believe you’re all mine now.”

“Can’t believe you’re mine,” he growls back, cursing when you trail your kisses down the center of his body, giving each one of those moon’s their own special attention before continuing down.

When you get to the waistband of his underwear, you trail your tongue on the edge of the elastic and watch his abs contract with each shaky breath he takes. One little move of your hands, and you’ll finally get to see what he’s really packing.

But before you can even hook your fingers there to pull down, he’s tugging on your hair. “Fuck, fuck, c’mere. Please.”

You pout, but follow his lead, licking back up his muscular torso until he’s able to drag you to him for a deep, wet kiss.

“Sit on my face,” he demands, shuffling down on the pillow to make more room for you.

That takes you off guard. “But—”

“Do it. Please. I fucking have to taste you.”

Your body must be working ahead of your brain, because before you know it, you’re straddling Grayson’s face, his tongue is sweeping through the wetness in your slit, and his dark eyes are peering up at you from between your thighs.

“Oh... oh!” you cry out when his tongue starts flicking against your clit. He goes back to swiping up all your arousal, then suctions his lips around your clit. He’s using one hand to hold the lace of your thong aside, and the other dips first one finger, then two inside of you. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good...”

Grayson moans, the vibrations erupting around your clit and sending you right to the edge already. You reach back and palm his cock, rock hard in his underwear still, and squeeze as he makes you cum all over his mouth.

He gets his fill of your cum as he groans and keeps up the motion of his fingers, the pressure of his lips, the softness of his tongue as your pussy pulses with each contraction of your orgasm. You wait for him to start letting up, but something about the way he’s working you just makes those waves stay steady rather than die down again. Maybe that’s his intention, because when you drop your head down to look at him with your mouth wet and agape, there’s a sparkling mischief in his eyes has he eats you out like his last meal.

Your hips grind against his face of their own accord, and you delve one hand in his hair while the other supports you on the headboard. You gasp out a quivering, breathless laugh as it all becomes just too much, and you try to lift off his mouth.

Grayson isn’t having it, though. He wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you down, reveling in the moans and whimpers and squeals as he makes you cum again.

“Oh my god — enough, enough, I can’t...” you whine, shoving on his forehead until he releases you and drops his head to the pillow. You could already see it by the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, but he’s smirking wide, chest heaving as you slink your way down his body.

You collapse next to him in a daze, and he rolls on top of you smoothly, peppering little kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, your nose. When you’re back in your right mind, you nudge blindly at his face so his lips find yours. He tastes like your pussy, and you sigh happily as you lift your heavy arms to wrap around his neck while his scoop beneath you, holding you close.

You continue to indulge in each other for a while, in the kisses you hadn’t been allowed to share until now. There’s something exciting about his familiarity and yet also this strange newness that has you absolutely desperate for him in every way.

“This is crazy,” you say when you pull back for air, studying his face hovering right above yours. You push back that stubborn chunk of hair that keeps falling into his eyes with a soft smile. “How did we end up here?”

Grayson turns his head to press his lips to your palm. “I don’t know. Is it too much? Should we stop?”

You shake your head vehemently, and he grins. “No, please. I think I just have to grasp that you’re really... mine now.”

He chuckles. “How do you think I felt watching you with that loser for five months?”

The mention of Conner makes you feel nothing — nothing other than gratitude for Grayson, that is. You slide your hands down his back, over his ribs, across his abs until your hand cups his dick.

His hips thrust into your touch, and you grin up at him demurely as you finally delve your hand past his waistband until you’ve got his length completely in your grasp.

He’s hot and hard and thick, and you start stroking him just to gauge the reaction in his face. He doesn’t disappoint, his jaw gaping open slightly, his breaths picking up, a flush rising to the apples of his cheeks.

Without warning, he reaches down and grasps your wrist. You pout, but he asks hastily. “Are we gonna have sex?”

You smirk. “Hell yeah.”

Grayson grins and shakes his head. “Alright, then you gotta stop.”

“Already?” you tease, letting him sit back and hook his fingers in the tiny string of your thong at your hips.

He gives you a look as he pulls the scrap of lace down your legs, then stands to push down his own underwear. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, and you wish he’d let you blow him some before you hit the main event, but he says, “I’ve wanted you for too long to take any chances about screwing up the first time.”

You melt a little, reaching for him as he climbs back on the bed. “There should be some condoms in the drawer there. Just to be safe after... you know.”

He nods and dips down to kiss you before leaning over to riffle through the top drawer of your nightstand. He comes back with a purple square, which you take from him.

“Gotta practice an activity safely,” you wink, tearing open the condom and rolling it down his shaft quickly.

“Shut up.” Grayson rolls his eyes, but smiles softly as he settles between your legs just right. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you whisper, gasping as he starts to sink inside you.

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers as your walls suck him in and grip him tight.

He goes slow for a couple of minutes, allowing both of you time to adjust to each other. He stretches you out so much better than anyone you’ve ever been with, and you can’t help but clench around him when you see those tattoos and smell his cologne and hear his voice — all things that remind you that this is Grayson fucking you.

He growls the first time you do it, then sits up hastily, pulling his face out of your neck when you do it again. He tucks his knees beneath him, sits on his heels, and hauls your hips into his lap as the speed of his thrusts picks up incrementally. Until he’s fucking you for real, and your tits bounce in your bra with every upstroke.

You shove an arm beneath your pillow, enunciating the curves of your body, and watch his expressions as he fights to hold back. His hair is disheveled, lip caught tight between his teeth and muffling his deep, satisfied sounds that mingle with your open higher-pitched ones. He catches your eye and his hands on your hips grip you so tight for a moment that you’re sure little bruises will be there in the morning — not that you mind.

“Fuck,” he whispers harshly before slowing his hips and shifting down to give you a deep, sloppy kiss. “Turn over.”

You moan into his mouth, then follow his order, rolling onto your front as soon as he pulls out. You expect him to haul your hips up into the air, but he moves your hair off your neck and trails sweet kisses from shoulder to shoulder, his hand sweeping down the subtle curve of your back until he’s gripping your ass.

Grayson’s hand moves down your thigh and pushes it up and out once he’s cupping the back of your knee. The angle encourages you to twist your upper half until you have sight of him once again in all his angled, sweaty, muscular glory.

“Fuck me, baby,” you beg him, already anticipating the fullness inside you again. Needing it.

“Want me to fuck you?” he asks needlessly, pushing into your pussy once again. You moan loudly, either in confirmation or from pure pleasure, it doesn’t matter. The angle is tighter, the tip of his dick hitting a spot so perfectly accurate inside of you that you can’t concentrate on anything other than how good he’s making you feel. “Yeah. So fucking sexy. So beautiful...”

“Gray.. oh fuck yes, right there,” you whimper, catching onto his arm as he leans over you and gives you those hard, steady strokes.

“Open your eyes, baby, lemme see them when you cum,” he growls out.

You open them as much as you can, your vision blurry, but you can still make out those handsome features soaking in the pleasure on your face. Watching and waiting for you to get yours so he can get his.

As soon as you’re clenching like a vice around him, Grayson is letting go into the condom. You can vaguely feel the throb of him as he cums in spurts, the sound of his masculine, drawn-out groans making you shiver and tense up even more on his dick. If it’s possible for anyone to sound as sexy as they look, Grayson achieves that in spades.

He collapses on the bed next to you, and you have just enough strength to roll over until he’s got you gathered in his arms. You nuzzle into his chest and try to process everything. You had been hoping for nice sex today, and instead you got the best sex of your life.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence while you both catch your breath, after he pulls and ties off the condom, you smile into his cooling skin with a satisfied sigh.

“Thank you for making this the best Valentine’s Day of my life. Especially after it was starting to look like the worst.”

“You made this the best day of my life, period,” he says, kissing your forehead. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Gray.”

[ericsangyeon]

addicted - l.sy

‘He was like fire, she was his igniter. Together they were each other's addictions.”

pairing: sangyeon x female! reader

word count: 7.0k

genre: angst, fluff, suggestive

theme: gang au sorta??

warnings: SMUT!!, profanity, drinking, guns, blood, kidnapping, bang chan and skz are villians

a/n: hey guys! i wanted to try writing a fic bc why not! this is my first tme ever writing smut so be nice. also this was edited many times but there could be mistakes so just bare with me. enjoy it! i worked really hard hehe -t :D

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~

“Kevin oh my god. I'm not going to that criminal ball.” I roll my eyes at my best friend.

“Pretty please? You can finally meet Jacob! And I'm pretty sure a certain someone wants you there too,” Kevin smirks from the other side of the work area. I stop cleaning the countertops and stare up at him with wide eyes.

Kevin, and his boyfriend Jacob, are members of the underground mafia group TBZ, which never gets brought up when I'm with Kevin because he knows it makes me uncomfortable. That was until Lee Sangyeon came into the picture. Sangyeon is the leader and “big boss” (as Kevin calls him) of TBZ, and has somehow found interest in me. Ever since Kevin brought him into the cafe a month ago during one of my shifts, I kept bumping into him everywhere. From work, to campus, to even near my apartment. He tries to make small talk with me, which I always ignore and keep distance from him. I see him all the time despite wanting to, and I want nothing to do with him…. even though he literally looks and talks like an angel sent from heaven. I'm positive there is some sort of an attraction between the two of us. But don't tell anyone I said that. Lee Sangyeon is hopelessly attractive and I couldn't help myself to have developed a crush on him. If it wasn't for his shady career choice, I would have hooked up with him in an instant.

“How many times do I have to tell you Kevin? I want nothing to do with him,” I cry while Kevin snickers.

“He's not even that bad, he only hurts people who have wronged him” Kevin explains.”But never mind about him, Jacob really wants to meet you and you said you’re free Friday so please, please pl-”

“Fine oh my god.” I huff while Kevin claps, pleased with himself. “One problem, I have nothing to wear.”

“Not to worry about that sweetheart, I got that covered. Just text me your measurements.” Kevin says. I was going to try to argue with him but I knew he would win no matter what, so I just shot him a thumbs up.

“Anyways babes I gotta go to class now. See ya y/n!” Kevin grins, blew me an air kiss which I caught with a small smile, and walked out of the cafe.

I sigh and put the cleaning supplies away. As I went to greet a customer, all I could think was - it's just a ball, with your best friend and his boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

~

On Thursday night, as I was getting ready to make dinner, there was a knock on my apartment door. I went to answer it, but found no one there when I opened it. Instead, a white box with a small bag on top, both had my name on it. “Oh yes.” I thought to myself. “The criminal ball.”

I grabbed both items and brought them to my room to open them. I unsecure the first box to be greeted to white tissue paper and a note on top, which I pick up and read the writing.

“This colour will look ravishing on you. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

Or at least that's what I thought it said. It was written in a script that I had never seen before, and it certainly wasn't Kevin’s handwriting. Maybe Jacob’s? I put the note aside and unwrap the tissue paper to take out the dress and my jaw drops. I pull out a ball gown that was wine red and had a lace strapless top with a semi-poofy skirt attached. Below it were gold open toed high heels. I laid everything down on my bed and reached for the small bag that was on top. Without checking first, I pull out what was in that bag and gasp. In my hands is a beautiful gold mask with black silk fabric to wrap around my eyes. Fuck. Kevin never mentioned it being a masquerade ball? Now I have a higher chance of running into Lee Sangyeon since I probably won’t be able to tell who's who.

I send Kevin a quick text saying thank you for the dress, cursing him out for not telling me that piece of info. To finish my day, I made my dinner and went to bed early.

~

Friday night at 6:45pm, found me applying my last coat of lipstick as I stood up from my vanity chair. Staring back at me in the mirror was a completely different person. I loosely curled my long straight hair so it was falling down my back in waves. My makeup was not too heavy, yet not too light. My eyeshadow was a nude colour to contrast with my mask, as well as my lipstick was wine red to match my gown. The dress and shoes fit me perfectly (thanks Kevin), as well as the finishing touch, the gold mask.

My phone beeps and I looked down to see a text that the car Kevin sent for me was here, so I grabbed my phone and clutch and locked up my apartment. “Goodbye bed, I’ll see you later tonight.” I thought to myself, smirking.

The car waiting for me downstairs was gorgeous and sleek, and when I entered the back seat, the driver tipped his hat at me and we were on our way.

After driving 20 mins out of the city, the driver turns onto a single sided road where in the distance, I could see a huge house with bright lights shining.

“Oh my god.” I whispered to myself as the driver pulled up to a mansion - no - castle with a staircase leading to the entrance. The car stops and I could feel myself start to get nauseous. The driver came to open my door, lending me a hand so I could get out of the car safely.

“Have a great evening, Miss y/n.”

“Thank you, I do hope so.” I smile softly as I turned to walk up the staircase on this warm June evening.

As I was walking in the big hallway that led to what I'm guessing is the ballroom, I went over my rules for tonight. 1) Don't trip 2) stay with Kevin 3) avoid Sangyeon at all costs.

But of course, when the guards opened the big double doors for me to enter, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I walked further into the room. I see someone come forward from the crowd of people and my eyes go wide because I know it is not Kevin or Jacob.

Lee Sangyeon is walking towards me like he had been waiting for this moment, and there was nothing I could do about it.

He looks amazing of course, like a walking marble statue that came to life. His light brown hair was pushed back to reveal his amazing eyebrows and smirking lips and he was dressed in a black velvet suit that was so low cut that I could see a glimpse of his defined pecs. He wore a black velvet mask over his brown eyes. Sangyeon had me very much weak at the knees right now so thank god everyone went back to minding their own business.

“Y/n! I'm so glad you could make it.” He smiles at me. That goddamn smile. “You look exquisite.” Sangyeon said to me as he reached down, grabs my hand and softly kisses it while staring at me.

My breath hitches. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” I softly smile at him. “Now excuse me,” I whisper, attempting to create some distance. But his hand on mine got tighter.  “May I have this dance?” Sangyeon asks. I nod my head, not sure what took over me. He softly smiles at me and leads me toward the dance floor, where other couples are dancing already. As we were nearing the dance floor, I felt myself trip over my gown. Before I could faceplant with the floor, rough hands were on my waist pulling me up.

“Be careful y/n.” Sangyeon chuckles and I thought I would throw up on his designer shoes.

He puts my hands on his neck and grabs my waist to pull me close to him. Sangyeon starts to sway me back and forth, eyes never leaving mine. As we danced for a few minutes, I felt his thumb lightly brush against my hip bone and I saw him slightly leaning his face towards mine. I finally jumped out of the trance he put me in and unwrapped my arms from his neck.

“I can’t do this. Excuse me.” I told Sangyeon as I brushed past him, leaving him on the dancefloor alone.

I speed walk over to the bar and spot a familiar black head of curls standing with a brunette boy wearing a similar tux.

“Where have you been, asshole?” I yell behind Kevin, making him jump and then smile at me.

“Hey y/n you made it! Meet Jacob, my boyfriend.” He gestures towards the man next to him wearing the same mask.

“Nice to meet you, Jacob. Kev, I'm getting a drink and then calling a cab to leave. I can’t be here.” I say while looking around.

Before Kevin could say anything back, I turned my back to him and ordered red wine from the nearest bartender. I sigh and drink my wine and look over at the guy who is standing next to me.

“Rough night?’ He smiles at me.

“You could say that.” I smile back as I drank more of my wine.

He chuckles and extends his hand to me.”I’m Bang Chan.”

“Y/n.” I shake his hand back.

His smile faded once I said my name.”You’re Lee’s girl?”

I stare wide eyed at him. “I'm who's girl??”

Before he could answer me, a body was standing between us. Sangyeon.

“Piss off Bang, she's mine.” Sangyeon growls at him.

“Excuse me?” I said but no one seems to hear me.

“Chill out Lee, I was just getting to know her, but I’ll leave.” Bang Chan waves bye to me behind Sangyeon’s back and walks away.

Sangyeon turned around and looked at me, his defined jaw clenching tightly.

“Y/n, we are leaving.” He states.

“I am not going anywhere with you!” I yell back while a muscle in his jaw twitches as he clenches  his hands into a fist.

“Y/n. I suggest you go with him before he tries to shoot someone, because he will.” Kevin appears and says behind me, squeezing my shoulder. I just nod my head at Sangyeon. Kevin would never put me in danger. Right?

Before I could even say bye, Sangyeon grabs my hand and is leading me out the ballroom door, out of the castle and towards his car.

He opens the passenger seat car door for me. “Get in.” He says to me. I glare at him as I get in slowly.

Sangyeon shuts the door and walks over to the driver side, gets in, takes his mask off, and starts the car without even saying anything. And we are off to god knows where.

The entire drive was silent. Sangyeon is gripping the wheel tightly, rough fingers scattered with rings turning white. I'm too scared to move, only moving my hands to remove my mask and my heels that were starting to hurt my feet.

20 minutes later, we are back in the city and Sangyeon is pulling into a parking garage surrounded by guards. He pulls into a parking spot, and leaves the car after stopping it. I open the car door to follow him, barefoot and all.

In the elevator I kept trying to glance over at Sangyeon, but he’s looking straight ahead, defined jaw still clenched. The elevator door opens and I gasp. I walk out behind Sangyeon to see a beautiful penthouse common area surrounded by glass windows overlooking the city night sky.

Before I could even admire the place and the city lights that surrounded the room, my back is being pushed against a hard wall to face a livid Sangyeon. He grabs  my wrists and leans in.

“How dare you talk to other men, especially him.” Sangyeon growls in my ear. “You’re mine.”

I stare at him in disbelief as he faces me again. “I-I will never be yours. You can't tell me what to do.”

A smirk slowly appears on his face. “Oh yeah? We will see about that, princess.”

Before I could even think of a witty response back, Sangyeon grabbed my face and his lips were on mine, and I felt my tough interior crumble as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him even closer, bodies touching.

He kisses me again. And again. Like he is possessing me. And it was working as I kissed him back hard. “You are mine” Sangyeon whispers against my lips. “No one else’s.” Sangyeon starts kissing down my neck, lightly sucking on certain parts, while I’m biting my lip trying to hold back my moans. It felt so goddamn good, but I'm stubborn and didn't want him to have the upper hand. Sangyeon sucks hard on the crook of my neck, making me release my lips and moan as I feel him smirk against my neck. He won, I lost and now I am melting into his touch.

Sangyeon kisses my shoulders and exposed collarbones, stops and chuckles into the crook of my neck.

“You know I picked this dress for you. Not Kevin.” he says while unzipping my gown.

“What?” I whisper, shocked.

“You heard me.” Then my dress is on the ground, leaving me in just my black strapless bra and panties.  Sangyeon is staring at my body with lust covered eyes as I just stare back at him, both of us breathing heavily, a boner starting to appear in his velvet suit pants.

“Wow, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He says quickly before kissing me again hard on the lips, shoving each other's tongues deep inside our mouths.

“Jump” He mumbles against my mouth and I obey, wrapping my legs around him as he carries me to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss.

When we enter his room, he lays me down softly on the huge mattress and proceeds to take my bra off, leaving me topless.

“God, these tits.” I hear him growl as I hiss at the cold air hitting my bare breasts, but the hissing quickly turns into moans as Sangyeon takes my right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it while playing with the other one using his hand.

“Fuck.” I moan loudly, mouth parting.

After rotating, sucking and playing with my breasts, Sangyeon removes his mouth from my nipple and starts to kiss down my stomach, inching towards my panties.

“You're such a good girl for me.” He coos on my stomach as I moan and squirm. Sangyeon brushes his fingers lightly against the fabric of my panties and looks up at me and mouths “you sure?” I nod my head back. He smiles before removing my panties with his teeth. I am now bare naked in front of a fully clothed Lee Sangyeon.

Sangyeon positions himself right in front of my pussy and spreads my legs open as I gasp and watch him lean down. He kisses and sucks on both my thighs, guaranteeing hickeys in those spots later on.

“You’re so fucking ethereal, Y/n.” Sangyeon mumbles and kisses the tops of my thighs softly, and before I could even think, his mouth was on my clit and I scream.

“FUCK Sangyeon oh my god!” I arch my back and moan loud as he licks into my clit.

“So wet me for me already.” He murmurs against my pussy.

He starts to suck and kiss my clit and I can’t breathe. I could feel his tongue exploring my entire pussy, eating it up as if it was his favorite food. My hands found his soft light brown hair and as I ran my hands through it, he sucked on my clit even harder. After for what seemed like seconds, Sangyeon comes up for air and proceeds to put a finger slowly in my hole, pumping in and out.

“You tasted so good, I can’t wait to see how you take my fingers and then my cock.” Sangyeon rasps out as he adds another finger as I'm a moaning mess below him.

“FUCK! Im gonna-” “Cum for me babygirl.” He says while pumping his fingers faster. I arch my back and scream his name while I cum onto his rough digits. He removes them from my pussy and sucks on the juices that got on them.

“Tastes so sweet.” He says while licking his fingers clean and staring directly at my hooded eyes and parted mouth.

Before I can even catch my breath, his lips are on mine quickly, stands up from the bed and unbuttons his blazer, revealing his amazing toned upper body and taking off his pants and boxers, cock slapping against his abs. He was huge, I gulp knowing that that's going to be inside me soon.

“I'm on the pill!” I hear myself blurt out. Sangyeon chuckles at that.

“Good to know y/n.” He says with a smile while running a hand through his hair before positioning himself over my body, hands on each side of me and aligning his cock with my hole.

“This is gonna hurt.” I thought to myself, since the last time I had sex was high school and it was awful to say the least.

Sangyeon starts to slide his dick in slowly and I can’t breathe again.

“Fuck. You're such a tight baby girl.” He rasps out as I let out a string of curses.

Sangyon thrusts into me slowly at first, but when he realizes i'm no longer screaming and just moaning, he removes his cock and slams it back into me hard and fast, which makes me lose my mind. He swears under his breath a few times before he speeds up the movements. I wrap my arms and legs around him, leaving scratches on his back as he leans closer to me and touches his forehead with mine.

“You're so beautiful sprawled out like this under me princess.” he growls into my ear as he thrusts even harder into my pussy, making both of us swear and moan each other's names as I move my hands from his back to his hair and he moves his to play with my nipples.

Between Sangyeon pinching my nipples and his cock tearing me open, the pleasure flowing through right now is something I have never felt before.

“Shit y/n!” Sangyeon grunts and thrusts hard once more into my pussy and pulls his dick out and uses his right hand to pump out his orgasm all over my stomach. His other hand reaches down to rub my clit in circles while kissing my neck and leaving more hickeys to help ride out my second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck Sangyeon!” I scream as I release all over his fingers once again. He licks it up again and mumbles “so sweet princess.” while looking at my dilated pupils.

He gets off me and rolls over so that he's beside my overstimulated body but head is tilted towards my direction.

“Are you okay?” Sangyeon asks me, concerned eyes looking over my shaking body that's struggling to even look at where he is.

“I'm amazing.” I respond back softly, him sighing in relief as he strokes my cheek with his knuckle.

“I've wanted to do this for so long.” He whispers and smiles softly at me.

“Me too.” I whisper back smiling as he kisses my lips softly and jumps out of bed, and runs into the connected bathroom fully naked leaving me alone in his huge bed, body paralyzed.

Sangyeon returns with a washcloth and a bowl of warm water and moves my shaking body so I'm lying on his leg while he dips the cloth in the water and starts to clean me up.

“You did so well for me. You were so beautiful when you came. So beautiful for me.” He murmurs to me fondly, rubbing the cloth over my body tenderly as I'm falling in and out of slumber. As I fall asleep, Sangyeon gets into bed next to me and tucks us both in. He kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around my waist and I rest my head on his chest.

“What a night.” I think to myself before dozing off in Sangyeons strong arms, moonlight shining through the huge windows.

Tomorrow is a new day, where we decide what happens next. But one thing's for sure.

I am addicted to Lee Sangyeon.

~

Light shines through the windows as I open my eyes to an unfamiliar surrounding, and then it hits me. I had mindblowing sex with Lee Sangyeon and now I am lying naked, tangled in his bedsheets. I feel an arm loosely draped around my bare waist. As I sigh and glance over next to me, I find Sangyeon lying on his side, staring at me with fond eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He whispers to me in his deep morning voice. Swoon.

“Good morning, handsome.” I whisper back to him with a smile on my face.

I untangle myself from his arm, and attach my lips softly to his. Sangyeon does not react at first, but proceeds to kiss me back softly and full of tenderness as he cups my face into his hands. I break the kiss and lay my head on his bare chest.

“Last night was amazing.” Sangyeon murmurs into my hair and kisses my temple as I nod back.

Oh fuck, I just remembered. I sat up and faced the man with wide eyes.

“What's wrong baby?” Sangyeon asks, genuinely concerned.

“Fuck, what do I tell Kevin?” I gape at him.

Sangyeon chuckles loudly, eyes crinkling as he grabs my waist and pulls me down towards him. He tickles me, making me laugh.

After lying in bed for what seemed like hours and just talking, Sangyeon reaches over to the night table next to him. He grabs his phone and starts to furiously type as I just stare at his fingers flying across the screen.

“I told Jacob he is in charge over at the house this weekend, which means I get to spend it all with you.” He says as he puts his phone back down. Apparently, now I was spending the weekend at Sangyeon’s luxury penthouse. Good thing I didn’t have work this weekend.

After taking a shower in Sangyeon’s massive ensuite bathroom (and looking at myself in the mirror, in shock at the sight of my hickeys across my body), I changed into the clothes he left me, which seems to be his boxers and a blue and pink pullover sweater. I walk out of the bedroom towards the kitchen to find a very shirtless Sangyeon putting waffles on the island counter. He briefly explained to me earlier that he sent all his staff home, including his cooks, so it could just be us in the penthouse.

“Wow, waffles? You really know the way to a girl's heart.” I say amused as I take a seat on one of the island chairs.

He laughs loud and leans over the island, arms resting on the counter. “It's one of the only things I know how to make, so expect take out the rest of the weekend.” Sangyeon says with a smile on his beautiful face as I wolfed down the waffles in front of me.

“One day I’ll teach you how to cook.” I wink at him.

Sangyeon grabs my hand softly and rubs his thumb over my knuckles and kisses them softly. “I would love that, y/n.” He says with a smile on his face.

The rest of the day is spent just relaxing. Sangyeon shows me around his penthouse, from his impressive indoor gym to his walk in closet in which he implies that will once be mine as well. I ignore his comment. Afterwards, he shows me the tv room where a massive flat screen was attached to the wall and asks me to pick a movie, which I pick The Notebook.

“Really y/n?” Sangyeon rolls his eyes as he sets the movie up.

“Yes Sangyeon really. Now come sit here and enjoy.” I respond as I pat the spot on the leather couch next to me.

After the movie, and laughing at an almost crying Sangyeon, I go to retrieve my phone from my clutch to find 15 missed calls from Kevin.

“Oh good! He didn't kill you!” Kevin cries in my ear after picking up after the first ring.

“Yes Kev, I'm totally fine.” I respond quietly.

“Did you guys fuck?” Kevin asks and when I don’t respond, he screams into the phone, which makes me cringe and move the device away from my ear.

“OMG I KNEW IT YOU HAVE TO TELL ME EVERYTHING! WAS HIS DICK AS BIG AS JACOB AND I THOUGHT?” He yells into the phone as I softly chuckle and proceeds to tell everything to a panicking Kevin.

“Holy shit. I owe Eric $50.” Kevin sighs into the phone after I explained everything to him.

“You were betting on me? Anyways I don't even wanna know.” I say annoyed.

“Are you guys like a thing now?” He asks me.

“I'm not entirely sure.” I reply unsure.

“Well no matter what, I support you sweetcheeks.” Kevin assures.

I snort. “Thanks Kev, right back at you. Gotta go now eat dinner, I'll update you later.”

Kevin laughs. “Enjoy Sangyeons big d-” I hung up on him.

That night found Sangyeon and I, fully clothed, cuddled in bed and holding each other, just listening to each other's heartbeat and making small talk.

“Sangyeon, how did you become the leader of TBZ?” I asked, looking up at him from where my head was on his chest.

He sighs and looks straight ahead. “For generations, a Lee has always led the gang, no matter what. It was between my cousins and myself, but my elders picked me, as my dad was the former leader before he passed and I've always been a leader, even since I was a young boy,” Sangyeon replies.

“I’m so sorry.” I say to him. He smiles softly and kisses my cheek.

“Don’t worry about me princess. Tell me, what are you studying?” He asks me.

“I'm studying childhood studies and english lit  so after I graduate I can enroll in a teachers college. I wanna be an elementary school teacher.” I answer him proudly.

Sangyeon smiles at me fondly. “You will be an amazing teacher.” He says while stroking my face with his hands. He kisses me softly as I melt into his touch.

After not being so sure about Sangyeon, I have come to realize how amazing he is. I can feel myself starting to like him more and more each day.

I am his and he is mine and in the end, it's him and I.

~

Months pass, and Sangyeon and I can’t get enough of each other. Everyday when I finish my shift at work, he picks me up and we either go to his place or mine to have dinner. Last week I even taught him how to boil pasta! But, sometimes we don’t even make it to dinner because I end up riding him in the back of his luxury car. Whoops.

One day while we were lying in bed after having sex, I sat up.

“Wait Sangyeon, what are we?” I asked him, facing where he was lying on his back.

Sangyeon sat up next to me.  “Well y/n, I'm extremely fond of you and think you are the most intelligent and beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on, and I wish to give you nothing but happiness and satisfaction. I would love nothing more than for you to be my girlfriend,” He says to me, a glimmer in his eyes.

I stare at him, shocked because no one has ever said anything like this to me, and then I felt myself smile at him as I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“Yes Lee Sangyeon, I will be your girlfriend. I will be yours.”

He smiles wide back at me. “Then you are all mine.” He whispers back as he connects his lips with mine for a passionate kiss.

Kevin thinks it’s hilarious that I wear more turtlenecks more often, which always makes me turn beet red. Because when Sangyeon and I have sex, he doesn’t just bite, he chews on my body like a fucking dog (“Doesnt it feel so good though?” “Kevin I swear to god.”) I have also gotten to meet Sangyeon’s entire gang, made up of 11 men including himself, and watching Sangyeon speak to them so confidently and leader-like makes my heart flutter. Yeah, I definitely think I’ve fallen in love with Lee Sangyeon.

A rainy Thursday afternoon found me finishing up my shift at work, getting ready to close the cafe as the only employee left. Sangyeon had texted me earlier saying he couldn't pick me up today due to an important meeting, so I was stuck walking home alone. Which was fine with me since my apartment was only a ten minute walk from the cafe.

As I was locking up the cafe doors, I heard a car engine behind me. I turned around smiling, expecting to see Sangyeon, but my smile faded, when the window opened and Bang Chan was in the passenger seat, pointing a gun at me.

“Y/n. Get in the car right now so no one gets hurt.” He commands me in a monotone voice.

“Never.” I sneer back at him and start to back away from the car.

“Fine. Guess we are doing this the hard way.” He replies.

Before I could sprint away, someone appeared behind me, put a cloth to my mouth and grabbed my waist. As the world around me went black, all I could think was, “Lee Sangyeon is going to murder you for stealing his girl.”

Blood. Blood is dripping from a gash in my forehead when I regain consciousness. I look around frantically to find myself in what looked like an abandoned warehouse with my hands and legs tied together with heavy rope.

“Help!” I scream loudly, but that did not do anything for my situation. Instead, Bang Chan enters with another man holding a rifle and I feel another scream forming in my throat. The rope tied around my hands and legs were digging into my flesh and I could feel blood emerging from them.

“Ah y/n! Lee’s playtoy! Glad to see you awake!” Bang Chan claps and smiles at me wickedly while I just glare back.

“TBZ knows you're with us sweetheart.” He says. “We told them it's either you or the money.”

My mouth opens and then closes. “What money? I swear I don't know anything, he never tells me about his work,” I cry to him.

“LIES!” Bang Chan screams. “Han. Go get her.” The other man - Han - walks over to me, ignites the rifle and puts it against my head hard. I start to cry even harder and squirm in my spot even though I feel the rope burning getting worse.

“We are going to try this again y/n. Where is the money?” Bang Chan yells into my face. I spat at him and Han forced the gun to my already bleeding forehead harder.

“I'm done. Shoot her.” Bang Chan shouts.

“No, please don't shoot!” I cry, knowing nothing will make a difference.

As I felt Han press down on the trigger, I stop thrashing and sat still. At this point, there was nothing I could do to stop this myself.

Lee Sangyeon, don't forget about me.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!” A familiar voice yells behind Bang Chan.

I wail loud with my last bit of strength I had.  “Help m-” BOOM!

Around me, I see the building collapse, rubble hitting my head as it knocks me over. Gunshots were loud and clear although my ears were ringing loud.

The last thing I remember before blacking out again were strong arms pulling me out of rubble.

Beeping. White ceiling. That is what I see and hear when I finally regain consciousness again. Looking around the plain room, I can see that I’m in a hospital bed. There is a bandage on my head and I can feel both my wrists and feet bandaged tightly, as well as an IV in my right arm. I move my head to the right slowly to the hallway window and see guards are positioned outside the hospital room. “Anything for Lee Sangyeon’s girl.” I think to myself and chuckle.

Wait. Sangyeon. Where is he? Is he alive?

“Hey sweet cheeks.” I hear a voice from the other side of the room. I slowly turn my head to see Kevin standing up from the couch that is in front of my bed and smiling at me.

“I'm glad you're okay. You woke up earlier than the doctors thought. You don’t have to worry about the Stray Kids gang anymore. They all died in the explosion.” He explains to me.

I nod my head slowly.

“Sangyeon. Where is Sangyeon?” I rasp out to Kevin.

Kevin softly smirks and shakes his head at the ground. “He's okay, he was here a few minutes ago, he hasn’t left your side in days. I’ll go get him, he's just getting his bandages touched up. He got injured in the explosion while pulling you out of the rubble.” Kevin tells me as I feel tears in my eyes. He would’ve sacrificed himself to save my life.

After patting my head softly, Kevin left the room to get Sangyeon, leaving me alone crying softly.

“Y/n.” I gasp and sit up and look towards the door, where the love of my life, Lee Sangyeon is standing with white bandages on his left arm and tears streaming down his scratched up, but beautiful face. Seeing him standing in front of me, makes me cry even harder. Without saying anything, I rip the IV out of my arm, slide out of the bed and jump into Sangyeons arms, and engulf him in a hug, which he gladly returns.

“I thought I lost you.” I cry into his shoulder as he sits down on the bed with me on his lap. I move my head to stare into his beautiful eyes, that still have his usual shimmer, even after all that has happened. “You'll never lose me.” He whispers fondly as he cups my face in his hands and wipes away my tears softly with his right thumb.

Sangyeon held me like I was a broken doll, fragile but sweet. He whispered sorry to me over and over again, which I quickly shushed and ran a bandaged hand through his soft brown hair.

“I love you so much.” I say to him, grabbing his neck softly and pulling him towards me.

“I love you more princess.” He says while smiling wide at me, which made me smile back at him as we connected foreheads.

~

“God Sangyeon. Go take a shower you stink.” I say to him as we enter his penthouse after being in the hospital for days, which ended with the doctor clearing both of us. I got the bandages on my head, hands, and feet, and he got his bandages removed.

“And you don’t smell y/n?” He smirks at me as I scoff. “Shower with me.” He says, eyes darkening as my breath hitches.

“Okay.” I nod, and we are on our way to his huge ensuite bathroom.

We both strip out of our dirty clothes and get into the massive glass shower, me going in first with Sangyeon following.

I watch him pump the liquid from the shampoo bottle into his hands, and lather the shampoo into my hair as he stands behind me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/n” Sangyeon tells me as I lean my back into his chest. His hands lightly trace my body, lingering on my lower stomach and my breasts. I could feel his erection growing, and being the little greedy bitch I am, I grind down on it slowly. All of a sudden, he turns me around and attaches his lips to mine hard, and we are both caught in a rough make out session. He breaks the kiss and stares at me with lust clouded eyes.

“Are you gonna take care of this princess?” Sangyeon asks me while his eyes are motioning to his cock.

“Yes Sir.” I reply, not sure where that came from, as he pushes my shoulders down lightly and I feel myself fall to my knees.

Without thinking, I grab his hard cock with my hands and pump it a few times.I licked the slit tasting the precum that had come out, before sinking my mouth down his shaft softly, making him swear under his breath.

“Fuck you’re such a good girl. You suck my cock so well.” He hisses while grabbing my hair and guiding my head back and forth while I lap up his precum. He guides my head so that I swallow his cock and I gag on it a bit, which makes him growl loudly. My watering eyes glanced up at Sangyeon to see his head tilted back, mouth open partially.

“Fuck y/n I’m gonna cum. Gonna dirty up that hot mouth of yours.” Sangyeon rasps out as I feel his hot cum go down my throat as he rides out his orgasm. I release myself from his dripping cock and swallow the cum that had landed in my mouth.

“Fuck y/n. Princess. You're so good at that.” He cooes at me while helping me stand up and kisses me quickly and firmly on the mouth.

“Do I get something for being good, Sir?” I ask him while batting my eyes together, trying to pout as much as I could.

“That depends, what do you want? You want me to fuck you in this shower until you can't walk” He asks me loudly.

“God yes!” I answer him. Sangyeon picks me up like I weigh nothing as I wrap my legs and arms around his broad body.

“FUCK!” I scream as Sangyeon slams his cock into my pussy without any warning.

“You’re so fucking tight, shit.” Sangyeon curses under his breath.

I moan like crazy as Sangyeon fucks me hard, every thrust hitting my g-spot.

“You feel so good y/n. Your tight pussy feels amazing around my cock.” He rasps out before sucking on my jaw, making me arch my back and moan. I could feel my orgasm coming already. Sangyeon is a sex god and he knew how to have me cumming within seconds.

“I'm gonna cum in you, y/n, ok? I want you to feel my hot cum inside of you.” He growls in my ear as I loudly moan. I couldn't even answer him, I just nodded my head while leaving scratches on his back.

“FUCK!” We both scream and cum at the same time, I shudder feeling Sangyeons hot load entering my pussy. He drops his head onto my shoulder, whispering praise in my ear as I'm shaking in his arms. Both of us panting and sweating, even underneath the water. When he pulls his cock out, his cum and my cum is dripping fast out of my pussy. Sangyeon puts me down but I start to fall over, so he catches me and starts to snicker.

“Well I guess we have to take a real shower now and clean ourselves up.” He says amusingly as I roll my eyes and smack his chest as he laughs.

~

June 2021, I finally graduate college! As my name is being called, shouts and cheers come from the audience as I look and see the entire TBZ gang jumping up and down. My smile grows even bigger when I'm shaking the headmaster's hand and see Sangyeon, my boyfriend of one year, in the audience holding a bouquet of red roses with a huge proud smile on his face. After enrolling in teacher’s college and officially moving in with Sangyeon, Kevin announces to everyone over a gang family dinner that he and Jacob are getting married, and that I'm his best person, which makes the whole gang erupt in chaos. Sangyeon has to calm everyone down, and congratulates the happy couple fondly, knowing that everyone will be as supportive when he finally asks his best girl to marry him.

Two months later I found myself at the MoonBae wedding. During the reception, Kevin calls all the non-married men and women to the dance floor so he can throw the bouquet. What shocks everyone the most is when I catch it, making Kevin and Jacob both scream and tackle me in a hug. Sangyeon chokes on his glass of scotch and turns purple watching the whole event unfold.

Sangyeon proposes to me one quiet night four months after Kevin and Jacob’s wedding as we are both drinking wine and watching the sunset on his penthouse balcony.

“Y/n, You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.” He says to me with tears in eyes as he gets down on one knee. “Will you marry me?” Sangyeon asks.

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you. ” I answer him crying.

Sangyeon smiles wide at me and picks me up and spins me around before kissing me passionately.

“I love you so much y/n l/n.”

“I love you more Lee Sangyeon.”

“You’re mine forever.”

“And I'm yours.”

well i hope you enjoyed! sorry if it was bad or rushed again it was my first time hehe

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[flourgirl]

Sick of Losing Soulmates

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Months after you and Peter have broken up, you run into each other at Harry’s Christmas party.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Both fluffy and angsty. Mentions of alcohol and sex. A mild amount of curse words.

A/N: I’m ALIVE! I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season, and Merry Christmas to everybody that celebrates it! I am so happy to be able to share my work with all of you! Enjoy <3

“And maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece Till you tore it all up” -All Too Well, Taylor Swift

He wasn’t supposed to be here. Harry had promised you that his roommate would be spending the holidays with May back in Queens. But here he was, wearing the sweater that you had given him last year with his arm snaked around another girl’s waist.

“Hey!” Betty grinned, throwing her arms around you. She had a half-empty glass of mulled wine that you could tell was doing a good job of getting her tipsy. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N. We never see each other anymore.”

She pouted, a pair of reindeer antlers where her signature black headband usually sat. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” you assured her, still staring at Peter effortlessly carrying the conversation with a bunch of people you didn’t recognize. “Uh, who’s the girl with Peter?”

“Gwen Stacy,” she muttered, obviously not a very big fan. You figured it was because there was only room for one preppy blonde girl, and Betty didn’t feel like sharing that position with anybody else. “Don’t worry though! It’s nothing serious. Peter actually hasn’t really dated anybody ever since the two of you…”

Her voice trailed off as you locked eyes with her, silently communicating for her to drop the subject. It was a relief to know that he hadn’t moved on, but the fact that he was wrapped up in a fling with somebody else still made your heart hurt.

“Come on, Y/N. I’m sure MJ and Ned would love to see you! They’re over in the kitchen.” She reached for your hand, dragging you along through Harry’s expertly decorated apartment. 

You dropped the box of cookies that you had baked on the counter before tapping MJ on the shoulder. She was turned away from you, lecturing Ned on why his secondhand Beyblades were not acceptable Christmas presents.

“Who the hell is touching me?” she snapped, turning around with a look on her face that told you she was ready to throw hands. “Holy fuck. Y/N! How long have you been here?”

MJ’s frown faded into a smile as she pulled you into a side-hug, her other hand busy nursing a glass of Harry’s infamously terrible eggnog. “Only a few minutes,” you laughed, your face smushed into her torso. 

“Hi,” Ned piped up, offering a small wave. You could tell he didn’t really know where he stood ever since his best friend basically ripped your heart out and threw it on the floor. Well, it wasn’t actually that dramatic, but he had a flair for exaggerating stories. “Remember me?”

“Of course, stupid,” you grinned, offering a fist bump that he happily accepted. “How could I forget those iconic fits of yours?”

“True,” he said, popping his collar and doing a little twirl that made Betty and MJ roll their eyes. “You look pretty fly too, though.”

“Thanks,” you replied, holding the edge of your dress as you curtsied, something you and Ned had made a habit of doing as the so-called best dressed members of the group.

“You two are just as ridiculous as ever,” Betty mused, happy to see you still fit in just as perfectly as when you were Peter’s girlfriend, even if you weren’t around as much.

The reunion was interrupted by the loud chatter of a certain couple, and your heart sank as you watched a very drunk Peter and Gwen stumble towards the kitchen, a giggling mess. They situated themselves under the archway that separated the two rooms, a piece of mistletoe conveniently hanging above them. 

You could tell that MJ was ready to put a stop to her friend’s embarrassing behavior, and the looks on Ned and Betty’s faces told you that they had no intentions of holding her back. 

“They’re so gross,” MJ complained, setting down her untouched cup before excusing herself to drag Peter out of his drunken makeout session. “I can’t believe he’d do that when you’re right here!”

“Wait, MJ,” you blurted, grabbing onto her wrist to stop her. She turned to face you, her eyebrows furrowed. “It’s okay. I don’t care about it. I’m just going to head to the bathroom, alright? I’ll be right back.”

You did your best to stop yourself from tearing up, although you realized you had made the utter mistake of forgetting that the very arch that Peter and Gwen were sucking each other’s faces under was the only way out of the kitchen.

Not even a few moments of you awkwardly standing next to them, occasionally clearing your throat, made them notice you. Eventually, the discomfort grew too heavy, and you tapped Peter on the shoulder. He finally pulled away from Gwen, her lipstick smudged across his mouth and a dazed look on his face.

Gwen whimpered at the loss of his kiss, obviously annoyed at the random girl that had just interrupted them. As soon as Peter recognized that it was you, he stepped away from her, wiping his mouth and fixing the hair she had been running her hands through, just like you used to.

“Y/N. I didn’t know that you’d be here,” he reasoned, a blush spreading across his face as a sense of regret settled into his stomach. 

“Obviously,” you sighed. This wasn’t the Peter you knew—the sweet, shy one that you had fallen in love with. “You guys are blocking the hallway, by the way.”

“Shit, sorry,” he stammered, stepping aside to allow you to pass in between them. He followed you, leaving Gwen irritated and confused as to who you were. “Y/N. Can we talk later?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Nice sweater, though,” you quipped, not even turning back to meet his gaze before climbing the stairs towards the guest bathroom. Everything felt all too familiar, memories of you and Peter stumbling up the same steps after a date flooding your brain.

The first time Peter had kissed you was after MJ’s birthday party. Neither of you had been drinking, since you hated alcohol and Peter refused to touch any before he turned 21. This meant that you got to spend the whole night laughing at everybody else’s drunken mischief. 

In the middle of his performance of some Nicki Minaj song, Ned managed to spill a whole can of beer on you and Peter, which resulted in many cheers as the two of you ran to his room to grab a change of clothes. Shirts came off, confessions were made, and the party went on without you guys.

You took a deep breath, shutting the bathroom door behind you and sitting on the edge of the bathtub. If you had known Peter would end up being here, you would have never accepted Harry’s invitation. There were so many old wounds being opened up that you had spent months trying to heal, and you weren’t sure some stupid Christmas party was worth it. 

But you didn’t want to leave. It wasn’t fair how much the break up had stolen from you. All of your friends were here and you were tired of shying away from going out with them anymore because you were too scared to see Peter. Too scared that you would never be able to stop being in love with him.

By the time you rejoined the rest of your friends, Harry was announcing that it was time to start the game of White Elephant. You bit the edges of your fingernails as the party guests filed into Harry’s living room, hoping that Peter wouldn’t somehow pick your present.

“What’d you bring?” you asked Betty, squishing in next to her on the couch. 

“Gift card to In-N-Out,” she giggled, satisfied that her present could only be used on the other side of the country. “But Harry’s rich friends might not have any trouble flying their private jets to California, so maybe I’m not as clever as I thought.”

“Heard that,” Harry said, leaning behind you on the edge of the couch. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, something the two of you had always done as friends but stopped once you started dating Peter. “Hey, Y/N. Glad you could make it.”

“Hey, you,” you replied, smiling back at him, your leg bouncing impatiently. “We doing this thing or what?”

“Yeah, yeah, give me a minute,” he laughed, running out of the room. Moments later, he came back wearing a fake beard and a Santa hat, complete with a miniature sack of toys. 

“Alright, boys and girls. Let’s get this game started! Hopefully you all know the rules, but I’ll repeat them anyway. I draw a name out of the sack, you pick a random present and open it up for everybody to see. The next person that goes can either steal your gift or pick a new one. If your gift gets stolen, you get to do the same. No stealing twice!”

The first couple of people you didn’t really know, and they had all pulled presents that were relatively uninteresting. A scented candle, toilet paper, a pair of socks. Nothing you really considered worth stealing, although Ned ended up taking a framed, autographed photo of Harry from MJ, which resulted in her stealing Gwen’s mini waffle iron.

By the time it was your turn, there weren’t many gifts left. Going with your gut, you grabbed the bag covered in glittering polar bears. Reaching past all of the tissue paper stuffed inside, you pulled out a red sweatshirt that you unfolded to see had a large graphic of Spider-Man printed on it. 

“Oh,” you said, a little confused. The only people you knew that wore stuff with the Avengers on it were little kids, but you figured that was part of the joke. “I mean, I prefer Captain America, but thanks, whoever this is from!”

Peter’s face blushed to a shade of red, amazed that out of all the presents, you picked his. The only issue was that you didn’t know that he was actually the guy on the front of it. Nobody except Ned knew, although he was sure that MJ and Harry had caught on to his secret identity by now.

“Okay, two people left. Jake, you’re up next, buddy,” Harry called out, happily bouncing around the room, his Santa hat now replaced with a baseball cap that had “I Love Ned!” embroidered on it. You watched nervously as he walked around the room, eyeing up all of the presents before settling on the tiny, golden box that you had placed under the tree when you first arrived.

“Let’s see what we’re working with,” he smirked. Your thoughts raced, immediately feeling a sense of regret over the gift you had picked. “Oh, shit. Sweet! I’ve got a date with Y/N!”

“Sup, baby,” Jake continued, his words slightly slurred. He pointed at you and winked, and you offered him a polite smile in return. “We’re gonna have a good time. Just name the time and place and I got you.”

“Awesome, congrats, man,” Harry said, obviously ready for the game to be over. It had been going for way longer than any of you had expected, mostly due to the fact that two girls wouldn’t stop arguing over a piece of rose quartz. “Okay, we’re nearly finished, guys. Peter, you’re up. Pick any of the gifts that haven’t been stolen yet, or the last one under the tree.”

You locked eyes with him, a familiar scowl on his face that told you he was thinking really hard about which gift to pick. His spidey-senses felt your heartbeat pick up as he walked around the room before stopping in front of Jake, who was busy gloating to his friend about how “hot” you were. Your face heated up as you watched Peter take the little note that you had written out of Jake’s hands, smugly gesturing for him to pick up the present under the tree.

He waved sheepishly at you, and you felt both relieved and angry at his decision. Did you want to go on that date with Jake? No. Were you still mad that, technically, you now had to go out with your ex-boyfriend? Yes.

The game ended and the party-goers dispersed throughout the apartment. You lingered in your spot on the couch, your arms crossed and heart full of mixed emotions. Peter, whose gaze never strayed from you, walked over to where you were sitting.

“We don’t actually have to go out,” he whispered, hoping that you’d actually look at him this time. “I just didn’t think you wanted to go out with that guy. He seemed like kind of an asshole.”

“Yeah, well, it would have been nice if you let me decide that. You’re not my boyfriend, anymore Peter. We aren’t even friends. You don’t get a say in who I go out on dates with,” you grumbled, your eyes focusing on everything in the room except for him.

Before you could say anything else, Peter had already grabbed you by the hand, dragging you away from the rest of the party. Strangely enough, you went along with it, a little curious to hear him out.

You started to remember your first date, and it was almost like you could hear his excited laughter after you finally managed to knock a pin down. It became a tradition that whenever you had something to celebrate, Peter would pick you up and twirl you around until you had to beg him to stop.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Peter slamming the door behind him and cornering you against it, his heartbeat racing. He had pulled you into the laundry room. “I can’t stand seeing you with anybody else,” he panted, eyes flickering down towards your mouth.

His hand pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear, and your breath hitched as you felt his rough fingertips against your skin. But before he could lean in to kiss you, you were ducking underneath his arm and backing away.

“Peter, we really shouldn’t,” you whispered, watching the disappointment wash over his face. No matter how much you wanted to kiss him, you just couldn't forget how he had broken your heart months ago. “It’s over, okay?”

“Y/N, please. I—”

“You what? You love me? Because last time we were together, I told you how much I loved you and you said that we should break up. Remember?” you cried, embarrassed at how you couldn’t control your emotions anymore. “You’re just… you’re too late.”

You fumbled with the door, slipping through the opening before rushing towards the balcony. As soon as the cold air hit you, a wave of relief washed over your body, and you laid your head against the metal railing. Your breathing slowed and time seemed to stand still as you watched the snowflakes flutter through the wind.

“Peter’s an idiot,” you heard a voice call out from behind you. You turned to see Harry holding an extra coat in his arms, and you started to wonder just how long you had been standing out there. He draped it over your shoulders before leaning next to you against the balcony’s edge.

“Huh?” you asked, wondering if he knew what had just happened. You looked at him, the multicolored Christmas lights reflecting off his shiny hair. “What do you mean?”

“He’s stupid for ever letting you go,” he remarked. He had a look in his eyes that made you unsure of what he actually meant. “I mean, look at you. You’re so beautiful, and smart, and funny. And if he was dumb enough to throw all of that away, then yeah, Peter’s an idiot.”

“Oh, thanks, I guess,” you shrugged, your voice faint under the music that was still playing inside. You looked at him, his cheeks a rosy hue, which you couldn’t tell was from the cold or whatever he was trying to tell you.

“You know, I used to have the biggest crush on you,” Harry admitted, laughing a little bit at how nervous he was. Everybody knew that he was a player, so being flustered over a girl was uncharted territory for him. “I never told you this, but you were my first kiss.”

“Wait, really?” you asked, a little shocked at his confession. “But I thought you kissed Sarah Emerson on the playground in the fifth grade?”

“Nope. I was just a liar,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair. “It was right before our eighth grade formal, when you asked me to teach you how to kiss because you were scared that Jeremy Pellegrino was going to try and french you.

“Oh! I forgot all about that,” you laughed, suddenly remembering just how long you and Harry had been friends. “Hold on a second... You gave me kissing lessons without knowing how to kiss!?”

“Guilty,” Harry chuckled as you punched him on the arm. “Ow! Damn, Y/N. When did you get so strong?”

“I have a lot of rage,” you mumbled before the two of you burst out into laughter, which slowly faded into a comfortable silence. 

“You don’t feel that way anymore, right?” you wondered out loud. Harry looked at you, smiling softly.

“No, not anymore,” he affirmed, and you let out a sigh of relief. You knew what it felt like to love someone and not be loved back. “I think what really helped me get over it was seeing how happy you and Parker were when you were dating.” 

“He misses you a lot,” Harry continued, his tone more serious than before. “He keeps this scarf that you left behind under his pillow because it still smells like you. I found out because he was having a pretty bad dream one night and I had to try really hard to calm him back down. And we both thought Gwen would help him move on and get his mind off of you, but I think she only made him realize just how much he still loves you—”

“Harry,” you interrupted, cutting his rambles short. “Why are you telling me all of this?”

“Because you and Peter should be together.”

“You think so?” you asked him, pulling the jacket tighter to keep you warm.

“Yeah. We all do.” It took only seconds for Harry to realize his fumble, accidentally admitting that the whole thing had been planned by him and your friends.

“We?” Your frowned, all of the coincidences from tonight suddenly making much more sense. “Wait, did you know that Peter was going to be here tonight all along?”

“Uh… yeah, about that. MJ, Ned, and I have kind of been pulling a Parent Trap on you guys.”

“HARRY!” You glared inside to see them not-so-secretly watching the entire exchange from behind the Christmas tree. Ned did some awkward finger guns, which MJ immediately swatted down. ��I am so going to get you guys!”

You marched inside to where your friends were attempting to hide, the rest of the party guests too drunk and oblivious to notice what was happening. 

“The eagle has left the nest. I repeat, The eagle has left the nest!” Ned yelled, ducking behind MJ, who was already shielding herself with a throw pillow.

“What’s going on?” Betty whined, half-asleep on the couch. “Is this that stupid plan about Peter and Y/N?”

“It’s not stupid!” Harry grumbled, his voice cracking a little bit. You could hear MJ snorting about it from her hiding spot. “Whatever, Michelle.”

“Shut up!” she shouted back.

“No, you!” he said, crossing his arms and standing his ground.

“Make me,” MJ said, narrowing her eyes and shooting daggers at him.

“Uh, guys. This isn’t about you two,” Ned interrupted, snapping them out of their mini argument. There was a weird tension between them that you just knew you would have to address some time in the future.

“Right,” MJ continued, sticking a middle finger up at Harry before turning to you. “Y/N. You should go talk to Peter.”

You nodded, exchanging hopeful looks with each of your friends before walking away. They might be dramatic goofballs, but you loved them so much that you didn’t really care.

Wandering around the party, you spotted Peter trapped in a conversation with Brad Davis, who was explaining his conspiracy theories about the Denver Airport and its demonic horse statue.

“So, all I’m saying is that they’re totally planning the end of the world over there. I mean, the Freemasons built an entire bunker for when they activate the nukes!” he rambled, Peter politely nodding along to his nonsense.

“Hey,” you said, tapping Brad on the shoulder and batting your eyelashes at him. “Can I borrow Peter?”

“Uh, yeah, totally, Y/N,” he stuttered, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a smirk. You could smell the peppermint Schnapps on his breath.

“Great. Thanks, Brad!” you smiled, grabbing Peter’s hand and pulling him towards the staircase. By the time you made it to his bedroom, he had already asked what was going on about ten times.

“Why’d you dump me?” you asked, the two of you sitting together on the edge of his bed, your knee brushing against his. He could tell you were wasting no time in getting to the point. “Be honest.”

He stared at the floor, unsure of how to answer your question. You reached for his hand, running your thumb across his knuckles until he looked up to see you smiling at him. His eyes were starting to water. “Just tell me, Peter. It’s okay.”

“I was scared,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I was scared of how much I love you. I mean, Liz was just a crush, and Gwen was a hookup. I’ve only ever loved you, Y/N. Before we met, I had to watch May’s heart break day after day when we lost Uncle Ben, and when I realized how much I loved you... I just wasn’t sure if I could handle ever losing you like that. And so I felt like I needed to protect you from all of the people who would want to hurt you.”

“Hey, Peter. Calm down. I’m right here,” you whispered, wiping a tear from his face. You watched as his breathing slowed, eventually evening out. “Why would anybody want to hurt me?”

“Because…” he started, hesitating a little bit. “Because I’m Spider-Man.”

Your eyes grew big as you mulled over what he had just said. “Are you being serious right now?”

He nodded, feeling a weight lift from his chest. Your eyes followed him as he walked over to his closet, digging around through piles of clothes before he found what he was looking for.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out. Peter was holding up Spider-Man’s suit. His suit. The sweatshirt from earlier made a lot more sense now.

“I would never lie to you,” he said, folding it up and sitting back down. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I thought I was doing the right thing—that you’d be safe—but I was so stupid. I, uh, I think about you all the time. I worry whether you’ve gotten home alright and how your little brother’s doing and if your mom got the promotion that she wanted and—”

You cut him off with a kiss, something you had been dying to do ever since you shut his bedroom door. “I forgive you,” you sighed, gently playing with his hair.

Peter stared back at you, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “Does this mean that we’re back together?”

“Yep,” you confirmed, before leaning into another kiss. And another. And another.

“Wait,” Peter said, breaking away from you. “I have a present for you. It’s actually from when we first started dating, but I was waiting until Christmas to give it to you.”

He moved to his desk, digging through one of the drawers before pulling out a flash drive. “Here it is,” he smiled, dropping it into your hand. It had your name scribbled on it next to a cat sticker. “It’s a playlist. Of all the songs that make me think of you. I think it’s got around a hundred on there?”

“Wow,” you beamed, marveling at the little piece of plastic in your hand. “You’re making me look bad. I didn’t get you anything.”

“Not true. You owe me a date, remember?” he reminded you, wiggling his eyebrows and pulling you into his lap.

“You’re right. Let me think,” you hummed, running through all the ideas of what the two of you could do. “Oh! I got it. The Central Park Squirrel Census for this year just got released. What if we analyzed the data? You could do the wrangling and I could do the visualizations!”

“I love you so much,” he laughed, pressing a kiss onto the tip of your nose. You giggled as Peter buried his face into your shoulder, his grip around your waist tightening. “But you are such a nerd.”

“I’m your nerd, Parker,” you agreed, leaning further into his embrace. “Always have been and always will be.”

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anything for you [miya atsumu x reader]

pairing: miya atsumu x fem reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): n/a

word count: 1.5k

overview: your boyfriend does everything he can to make your special day as great as possible

notes: a commission for @tsumue​! happy birthday lia ❤️ I hope you have a wonderful day and that this helps brighten it just a bit! sending you lots of love!

The sound of the front door to the apartment swinging shut awakens you from your deep, peaceful slumber. Rubbing your eyes to bring your surroundings into focus as you sit up with a yawn, you glance over at the alarm clock on your bedside table. You’ve woken up a bit later than usual, you find—much to your satisfaction, since you’d needed the rest after a long and tiresome week—but it’s the sharp, blue numbers displayed above the time that draw your attention. The date is a special one that makes your heart leap with excitement and brings a smile onto your lips.

With a newfound energy, you slide out of bed so you can march over to the bedroom door. Shuffling down the hallway towards the kitchen brings your significant other into view and widens the grin on your face. “Whatcha doin’, ‘Tsumu?” you inquire in a sing-song voice, making your way over to where he’s standing in front of the counter, lifting small boxes out of a plastic bag.

He jumps at the sound of your voice and whirls around to face you, caramel colored eyes wide with shock. “H-Honey! Thought you were still sleepin’!” With far less subtlety than he probably intended, he throws a dishtowel over whatever it is he was unpacking before asking, “I just got back from practice ‘nd trainin’, so, uh… wanna do me a favor ‘nd close yer eyes real quick?”

His clearly frazzled state elicits a small giggle from you, and you decide to play along by shutting your eyes and waiting patiently as you listen to his footsteps travel around your shared home. Soon enough, you feel something come to rest atop your head that feels like a headband, and a small object being placed into the palm of your hand.

When Atsumu tells you to open your eyes, you see him standing in front of you, a fluffy, pink party hat on his head and a small party popper in his hand. Pointing it away from you, he pulls on the string to unleash a wave of confetti and streamers with a loud pop, and you do the same with the one you realize he’s given you in the spirit of things.

“Happy birthday, (f/n)!” he cheers, dumping a clump of confetti over your head and pulling you into a tight hug. His lips meet with yours as he pulls away so he can give you a few, affectionate kisses. “Love ya, baby.”

Your heart flutters in your chest at the tenderness behind his actions, and your fingers tangle themselves in his golden head of hair so you can bring him closer to you to reward him with a few more pecks. “I love you too,” is your gentle response given with a grin that spreads across his own lips as well, “Thanks, babe.”

“Please, hold yer ‘thank yous’ til the end,” he notes with a snicker, “Or else you’ll be givin’ a lot of ‘em today.” As he brushes a few pieces of brightly colored tissue paper off his Team Japan sweater, he makes his way back into the kitchen. “Gimme a sec, ‘kay?”

While he messes around with what he’s brought home, you wander over to a mirror in the entryway to check what’s on your head. To your amusement, he’d placed a headband on you that reads, in silver letters extending atop your head, “It’s my birthday!”

Once he’s finished with his task, he calls you back into the living room where you’re greeted with a plate of your favorite dessert. Plunged into it are two, burning candles that read out your age, and he gestures for you to join him so he can serenade you with what is always an off-tune rendition of Happy Birthday. He tries, and that’s what matters, which is why you pull him into a tight hug before the two of you dig into your sweet meal.

“Hey,” he mentions after you’ve both scarfed down your breakfast treats, “Why don’tcha go ‘nd get the shower runnin’? I’ll be there in a minute.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him and tease, “You’re the stinky one between us, ‘Tsumu.”

“Which is why I’m comin’ in with ya!” he groans, “Now, go on. I’ll clean this up.”

Rather than continuing your banter with him, as you normally would, you decide to go along with his plans and head into the bedroom. His hand planting itself firmly on your butt before you walk away doesn’t surprise you, and you simply chuckle as you smack it away playfully. It’s not long after you’ve stripped off and gotten into the shower to freshen up that he comes to join you and snatches the soapy loofah out of your hands so he can work on lathering you up instead. And when the two of you have finished enjoying each other’s company beneath the warm water, you find another surprise waiting for you on top of a set of comfy pajamas he’s laid out over the bed for you.

With wide, (e/c) eyes, you reach for the bracelet resting atop one of your—his­—favorite sweaters, and Atsumu carefully fastens it around your wrist for you. Gently, he kisses the back of your hand while you admire the way the dainty jewelry looks against your skin. “Atsumu…” you murmur, still in awe of how beautiful it is, “I love this so much.” It’s hard not to thank him for it, but you know he’ll tease you if you do, so you settle for showing your appreciation by showering him with kisses.

“Looks perfect on ya,” he comments when your lips separate, “’nd I bet it’ll go great with my sweater.”

A giggle bubbles in your throat as you take a moment longer to fawn over your newest accessory before getting dressed. In the brief silences that linger in the room during the pauses in your conversation, you swear you hear the television on in the living room. Noticing your gaze drift towards the door brings Atsumu to attention, and he rushes out of the bedroom to investigate. However, when you hear the sound of an argument echoing through the door—instigated by your boyfriend’s clear, “Oi! What the hell are ya doin’? Turn it down!”—you’ve already formed your suspicions, which are confirmed when you wander outside.

Standing in the center of the room, beneath an array of multicolored streamers and a huge HAPPY BIRTHDAY! sign is none other than Osamu—a party hat perched atop his head of dark hair and a plate of what you’d had for breakfast in one of his hands. When he sees you, he puts the dessert down for a moment to place a noisemaker in his mouth and give it a blow as he shoots off another party popper.

“’Tsumu offered you some food in exchange for doing this, huh?” you mention after the two of you break away from a hug and he’s offered you his warm, birthday wishes.

He nods and chuckles before saying, “But, even if he hadn’t, I woulda stopped by anyway. Giving you a pat on the shoulder, he offers, “Next time ya come over to the restaurant, yer meal’s on me if ya wear that headband.”

“What about mine?” Atsumu butts in.

“It ain’t your birthday, ‘Tsumu,” is his quick retort, “Anyway, I’ll be leavin’ you two lovebirds alone now ‘nd gettin’ back to work. Hope ya have a nice day, (f/n).”

With that said, he grabs a container from your kitchen to take his unfinished dessert in before heading out again, only stopping to take a few photos of you and Atsumu together beneath the sign he’s put up when his twin nags him about it. Once he’s gone, your boyfriend makes a quick trip to the bedroom to grab, you soon find, layers of blankets that he tosses onto the floor.

“Blanket fort?” he suggests, a bright smile lighting up his handsome features.

Enthusiastically, you accept by helping him rearrange your furniture to construct a small hideaway beneath layers of blankets. After you’ve ensured that it won’t collapse in on you, the two of you fill it with pillows before grabbing a laptop to watch movies on and climbing inside. Atsumu reaches out towards you, welcoming you into his arms so he can pull your body flush against his and ensconce yourselves beneath a blanket.

Giving you a squeeze and pressing his lips to the crown of your head, he murmurs, “Wanna just stay like this for the whole day?”

You hum with approval as you nestle your head in the crook of his neck and pepper his exposed skin with tender pecks. “I would love to.” A short silence befalls the two of you, during which he takes to tracing little circles along the small of your back with his fingers. “‘Tsumu?”

“What’s up?”

“I know the day’s not over yet but thank you—for all of this. I really appreciate it.”

Directing your gaze upwards at him brings your eyes to his, and the loving look he regards you with fills your body with warmth. The kiss he plants on your lips is tender and soft, and he seals his gentle expression of affection with the words, “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

fun fact that didn’t make it into the story: most of the guys from the team bought you a gift, and omi’s was a pair of team japan socks since he got worried about you when you said your feet were prone to getting cold.

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The Boss

Bodyguard!Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader Mafia AU

Summary: The Violet Syndicate is plunged into chaos when the head of the family is killed in a mysterious accident. Amidst the whirlwind of suspicion and deception that follows this tragedy, Kuroo Tetsuro only knows one thing: Keep her safe.

Wordcount: 10k... my longest one ever lmaooo

Warnings: Mentions of death, violence, blood, SMUT

Author’s Note: Here it is, 1 of 6 of the oneshots I’ve written to celebrate my 1k follower milestone! Thank you all so much for all your support, and I hope you enjoy!

Kuroo Tetsuro was no fool.

He was sure the rest of the family was aware of this, after all he had been a part of it for 5 years after The Violet Syndicate acquired property, guns, money and men when they branched out to Tokyo.

But part of the syndicate having been formed in Miyagi meant the family factions based there were typically weary of those from the Tokyo based factions. It didn’t mean trouble for Kuroo and the rest of the Tokyo faction at the time of the acquisition, and things had run smoothly for the past five years.

All that of course came to an end when Akaashi, the Tokyo faction’s overseer, received a call, informing him that the head of the family had been in an accident.

Kuroo, being a bodyguard for the boss whenever he had business in Tokyo, of course insisted on accompanying Akaashi on the long trip to Miyagi to represent the Tokyo faction. But it was less out of obligation for his employer and more out of concern for his pregnant wife.

Again. Kuroo Tetsuro was no fool.

He knew if some type of power-grab was being made for the seat at the head of the family, she and her unborn child would be targets as well. Though the bodyguards from the Miyagi faction were reliable, he knew that the boss would always come before the outsider he married.

That night was by far one of the longest nights of Kuroo’s life. He listened for hours on end as Akaashi and Bokuto argued with Semi and Daichi on whether or not an investigation into the accident was necessary.

Not once did he leave his post further down the hall, guarding (Y/n)’s hospital room. It gave him some comfort knowing he wouldn’t have to rely on someone from the other faction to keep her safe.

But that comfort could only do so much as one of the doctors who was operating on the boss left his room. Kuroo didn’t have to be within earshot to know what had happened. The sullen look on the doc’s face said it all.

He wanted to push the doctor away when he approached (Y/n)’s room. Wanted to send him on his way and tell her the news himself. But the cold look Akaashi sent him, similar to the one he received earlier when he attempted to see if (Y/n) was awake, forced Kuroo to step aside and let the doctor in.

Kuroo felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach and his hands clenched into fists as a cry of despair echoed out past the door and into the silent hallway. The violent and pained howling only grew louder as the doctor retreated from the room.

He wanted more than anything to run in and hold her close. Let her cry into his shoulder, claw at his shirt and scream until her voice gave out and her throat was raw. Anything to let her know she wasn’t alone. But a simple glance at his superior kept him cemented in place.

For now all he could do was listen as she wailed into the night.

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“Is that what you’re wearing?”

The familiar voice pulled Kuroo out of his thoughts, forcing his gaze to shift from his dress shoes to Akaashi. The superior raised an eyebrow at the taller man.

“I had to get dressed too quickly... I didn’t think it looked that bad.” Kuroo murmured, the lack of sleep he was currently suffering from evident in his voice.

Akaashi’s steely gaze softened, only for a moment, as he glanced from the bodyguard to the door he was leaning beside. “You know you can take some time to get some sleep, eat a proper meal... put on something more formal. The Miyagi guards can keep watch over her just fine-”

“I’m never leaving her with those fucking bumpkins again.” Kuroo snapped, a sudden rush of anger passing through his veins at the mere suggestion. He quickly checked himself, offering Akaashi an apologetic look.

“I understand that you’re weary of their job performance... especially after the accident... But we’re all still family, even if Ushijima is dead... And I expect you to act like it.” Akaashi hissed.

Kuroo shifted his gaze back to his feet that were now shuffling in discomfort. “I can’t just leave her with them... you know they’ve never liked her, this is the perfect excuse to boot her out of the organization.”

“She’ll have nothing to do with the organization or its affairs unless Ushijima's will states otherwise.” Akaashi countered. “If she’s lucky she’ll be able to move back to Tokyo and live off a monthly stipend from the syndicate. Hell, maybe she could get remarried, have a family of her own...”

“That’d be nice... wouldn’t it?” Kuroo inquired, eyes still refusing to meet Akaashi’s.

“It would...” Akaashi slowly nodded, his voice becoming hushed as he heard the familiar click of (Y/n)’s heels approaching the bedroom door. “There’s nothing left tying her to this family now...”

Kuroo internally flinched at the implication behind Akaashi’s words, but those thoughts were cut short as the bedroom door opened, revealing the woman they had been discussing.

She was clad in all black clothing that her once swollen belly hadn’t allowed her to wear just a couple weeks prior. Nothing too revealing or tight of course, this was a funeral after all.

(Y/n) adjusted the black glasses resting on the bridge of her nose, hoping to keep her puffy and tired eyes hidden.

“M’am,” Akaashi addressed her, bowing slightly before straightening his posture. “The car’s out front waiting for you.”

(Y/n) gave him a curt nod in response before walking past him and down the nearby staircase with the two men hot on her tail. The three were greeted at the foot of the staircase by Semi, who quickly wrapped an arm around (Y/n)’s shoulders as he gave her a comforting smile.

“Thank you so much, gentleman. I think my men and I can take it from here-”

“I see no harm in them accompanying me on the ride to the cemetery, Semi.” (Y/n) spoke up, her voice meek but still loud enough for Kuroo and Akaashi to hear despite the distance Semi had attempted to put between them.

His smile faltered, but he nodded in understanding before continuing on his way to the car with the others.

The ride to the cemetery involved more talking than Kuroo would have preferred. He could tell by the look on (Y/n)’s face that she was tired of hearing Akaashi and Semi arguing over the accident. He couldn’t say he blamed her. If he had to sit and relive the accident that took his spouse and his baby over and over again he wouldn’t be in the best headspace either.

But, much to Kuroo’s sadness, (Y/n) only stayed quiet and let them continue their argument all the way to the burial.

He allowed Semi to help her out of the car before taking her himself and helping her walk to the spot where the family had already been gathering. Kuroo ignored the looks they both received, his hold on (Y/n) tightening as they got closer to the group.

She sat in the front row of foldable chairs, Kuroo at her left and Semi at her right. (Y/n) had already burst into a fit of sobs on the walk there, now she was trying to stifle her cries as she stared at the wooden box suspended above the 6 foot deep hole in the ground.

Kuroo couldn’t help but shoot a sideways glance at Semi as he rested one hand on the grieving widow’s knee while the other plucked a tissue from a nearby tissue box and held it out to her. She quickly snatched it from him and made no move to remove his hand despite the way her body visibly tensed at his touch.

Semi was Ushijima’s consigliere, his right hand man. The person Ushijima trusted most with (Y/n)’s wellbeing before and after his death. So why did the look the silver-haired man gave (Y/n) send a chill down Kuroo’s spine?

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(Y/n) sat quietly on her own in the foyer of the large mansion as the rest of the family from the syndicate chattered and socialized. She was used to the house being full like this, Ushijima usually had large group meetings like this when he had business to attend to.

She usually kept to herself, staying in their bedroom or going for a walk in the garden whenever the family was there. Now she was in the thick of all this commotion, her husband in the ground.

A glass of whiskey held in her face pulled her back into the present. She glanced up and was met with a small smile from Kuroo.

“Neat. Like you like it...” he mumbled, swirling the contents of the small glass before she took it.

She thanked him quietly, adjusting her sunglasses once more before taking a sip. The smaller woman winced at the burn, earning a soft chuckle from Kuroo as he sat beside her.

“Never something you get used to, huh?” he mumbled, smiling softly as she shook her head in response.

“Not at all...” she mused before taking another sip.

He caught a glimpse of a hint of a smile playing on her lips, and as she opened her mouth to speak she was interrupted by Semi.

“We’re ready to begin the reading of the will... M’am.” Semi announced, casting a glance towards (Y/n) that had her tensing in her seat. He then looked to Goshiki, then Tenou, then Shirabu, then Reon. Each of the men set aside their glasses and made their way up the stairs to the study where Ushijima’s and (Y/n)’s attorney had set up shop to read through the will.

Kuroo lightly nudged (Y/n)’s shoulder when she didn’t make a move to stand.

“I don’t want to go up there... I’m sure Semi will take care of everything and-”

“M’am, you need to be up there... I’m sure Semi would make sure you’re taken care of, but you need to make sure you get what Ushijima left to you.” Kuroo’s tone was firm but gentle. “This is the last bit of syndicate business you’ll ever have to deal with...”

(Y/n) nodded slightly before throwing back the last of her whiskey. She grunted, handed the empty glass to Kuroo, then reluctantly stood up and followed Semi up the stairs.

It felt like about 15 minutes had passed when the sound of the study door slamming open, silencing the mafiosos downstairs. The aura in the room drastically shifted as Goshiki stormed down the stairs and out of the front door of the mansion, Tendou hot on his heels.

All eyes turned to Reon and Shirabu, both sporting expressions of shock as they slowly left the study and joined the others downstairs.

Semi was next. He was trying and failing to mask the emotions running through his head as he approached Kuroo, Akaashi and Bokuto, who had gathered in one corner of the room away from the members of the Miyagi faction.

“The boss would like to meet us in the office in five minutes...” he said, silver-haired man’s tone hushed.

Akaashi raised an eyebrow at that. “The boss?”

As if on cue, the familiar sound of (Y/n)’s heels clicking echoed downstairs, followed by the attorney’s heavy footsteps. No one was subtle about clambering to the stairs to peek and see what was going on.

(Y/n) had slowly made her way past the stairwell, ignoring the looks she received when she stopped at the door of the study. Her grip on the sunglasses in her hands was enough to snap them in half.

She reached a hand out to the doorknob before visibly hesitating. She took a deep breath before firmly grabbing the knob, turning it, and stepping into the office.

(Y/n) approached the leather chair that sat behind the large mahogany desk towards the back of the room. She trailed her fingers over the arm of the chair, eyes glued to the space her husband once occupied. Some of his documents were scattered around the desk from the last time he had been there. The room as a whole had been untouched since the accident.

With another deep breath, she turned her back to the floor-to-ceiling length windows that spanned the entire back wall of the study and sat in the chair. She remained stiff for a moment before slowly easing into the large piece of furniture.

The meeting that followed was as standard as things could be right now. (Y/n), mainly asking Semi and Akaashi a lot of questions with Kuroo and Bokuto both wondering why they had been asked to sit in on the meeting.

Eventually, (Y/n) sent Semi away, asking him to get to work on informing their ‘business partners’ on the change in leadership the syndicate was experiencing. The second he left the room, (Y/n)’s calm, cool exterior went out the window as she deflated and held her head in her hands.

“What the fuck, man! That damn idiot! I hate this!” she exclaimed, causing the three men in the room to practically jump out of their skin. This had to be the loudest any of them had ever heard her speak.

“Um... Semi, m’am?” Bokuto asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“No! Toshi! That asshole, why did he do this to me?! He knew Goshiki wanted the position but he left it to me! This is so him! Throwing me to the fucking wolves then fucking leaving me to fucking deal with it all fucking fuck fuck!”

Kuroo’s eyes shifted uncomfortably between Akaashi and Bokuto, who looked just as shaken up by the rambling as he was.

(Y/n) ended the mini rant, exhaling deeply and slumping back into the chair. “Fuck my life!”

The three men remained quiet for a good minute until Akaashi cleared his throat and spoke up.

“Well maybe he wanted you to learn the business and take care of yourself rather than have to rely on a stipend from the syndicate-”

“I already know all there is to know, Toshi has been teaching me everything about the business since we got married. I just didn’t think he’d ever give it to me, especially when there’s Goshiki or Semi.” (Y/n) explained, eyes narrowed at a framed photo of her and Wakatoshi at the corner of his desk before flipping it face down.

“Wait what? Then what was all that crap we sat through these past 15 minutes?” Kuroo asked, raising an eyebrow at the woman fuming behind the desk.

“I don’t need Semi catching on, he’s pissed enough as it is!” she sighed exasperatedly.

Silence bloomed between the group until a deep chuckle erupted from the area Kuroo was occupying. (Y/n) cocked an eyebrow at him, jaw tightening as he erupted into a full on fit of laughter.

He soon composed himself before running a hand through his hair and holding his head. “So I suppose this means we may have a war on our hands then? You don’t even trust your own consigliere, or your husband’s most trusted men... This will be fun.”

“N-now now let’s not get too hasty,” Akaashi sputtered, “We don’t know anything about what happened that night, it would be unfair to draw baseless conclusions about who was involved-”

“Exactly,” (Y/n) interrupted, shifting her steel gaze from Kuroo to Akaashi. “Which is why you’re going to look into what happened that night.”

Akaashi seemed taken aback by this, something his new employer quickly picked up on.

“I need someone trustworthy to head this investigation, and I need them to do it quickly and quietly. Can I trust you with this?” She asked.

Akaashi quickly regained his composure and nodded, “Of course, m’am.”

“Wait a minute wait a minute, if there’s a possibility our boss is in danger shouldn’t we get her out of this house?” Bokuto spoke up, gaining the attention of the other three. “We don’t know where Daichi and his faction’s loyalties lie, but we know for a fact Ushijima’s old crew side with Goshiki’s non-existent claim over the business... And we’re in their territory. They could easily overtake us and get to (Y/n) if they wanted to.”

Akaashi seemed to ponder this for a moment before looking from Bokuto to Kuroo. “Would we be able to extract her and get her to the Tokyo residence tonight?”

“We could but it would be suspicious as hell.” Kuroo replied, scratching at the back of his head.

“We stay in Miyagi for as long as we safely can.” (Y/n) spoke up, tone firm. “There is work to be done here anyway... Once that work is finished we can leave to the Tokyo residence without drawing any attention to us.”

She cast her eyes back to Kuroo. “In the meantime, I want Kenma on surveillance for this residence. As well as all your men keeping an eye on the rest of the Miyagi faction... And you don’t leave my side until we’re back in Tokyo. Understood?”

Kuroo didn’t miss the way her voice wavered at that list bit. He gave her a curt nod, “Of course, m’am...”

(Y/n) seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at that, her eyes locked with his for a moment until he forced them away. They seemed to linger over her wedding ring as she continued speaking. “Bokuto. You’re not to leave Akaashi’s side over the course of his investigation... Nobody goes anywhere alone. I don’t want to take any risks.”

“Yes m’am. Anything else?” Bokuto asked, earning a small head-shake in response.

“No...” (Y/n) mumbled before catching herself and speaking in her firm tone once again. “No, you’re both dismissed.”

Kuroo half expected (Y/n) to deflate or collapse onto the desk once Bokuto and Akaashi left the room, closing the door to the office behind them. To his surprise, and glee, she stayed sitting straight, this new aura of authority never leaving her once the other men had left.

It was a good look on her. This power. She had always been so meek, reserved, in the background while her husband was in the spotlight. Now she took his place at center stage and he was captivated.

He hadn’t realized he had been smiling until (Y/n) pointed it out, her own half-amused expression painting her features. “What’s that smile for...?”

Kuroo shook his head slightly, fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the buttons on the sleeve of his button-up shirt. “Just thinking of how much things have changed so quickly... namely you.”

(Y/n) quirked an eyebrow at this, urging him to elaborate before standing to pour herself a drink from the whiskey decanter that sat on the nearby bookshelf. His amber eyes watched her closely as she filled a second glass, presumably for him.

“I remember the day you and Ushijima were married... it was the first time we met.” He trailed off, searching (Y/n)’s eyes as she stood before him and handed him the glass. “You were so young... Sure we were the same age, but you just seemed so much younger... maybe it was your innocence.

You had these doe eyes that told everyone everything they needed to know: You had no idea what you were getting yourself into... Sometimes I wonder if Ushijima ever told you before the wedding or not, but I know he wasn’t the kind of man to keep something so important from his bride... Whatever the case was, you were trembling at that altar. And now here you are... All his power and you’re taking to it naturally... no more doe eyes.”

(Y/n) was now leaning against the desk, still looming in front of Kuroo as she sipped at the dark alcohol in her glass, ignoring the burn and focusing on the intensity of his eyes. “You know my husband really liked you...” she said, taking another sip before setting the glass on the desk beside her.

Kuroo cocked a brow at her as she pushed herself off the desk and approached him, heels clicking slowly against the hardwood floors. “He thought you were a good man... he trusted you with both our lives and saw you as one of his most capable men.”

(Y/n) stood beside the chair the larger man was currently occupying. She placed her smaller hand on his shoulder, her touch gentle until she suddenly squeezed at him roughly.

Kuroo looked at her in pure shock, wincing in pain as she kept an iron grip on him. “But if you ever talk down to me like that again, I’m going to cut your eyes out.” she threatened through her gritted teeth.

The bodyguard knew he should have felt fear. Or shame. Or perhaps even anger at the fact he had been threatened. But he would be lying if he said the deadly look in (Y/n)’s eyes, the tightness of her jaw, Hell, even her words themselves... didn’t make his blood deliciously hot and his heart pump faster.

Her touch was like electricity. (Y/n) seemed to feel the sparks as well, pulling her hand from his shoulder and returning to the desk to retrieve her glass of whiskey. “Am I clear, Tetsuro?”

Kuroo felt another jolt of electricity flow through him at the utterance of his name. He couldn’t help the way his lips twitched into a slight smirk before he spoke. “Transparently, m’am...”

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“I was very saddened to hear about Ushijima’s death... he was a good man. But you can understand that I’m in a precarious situation given that I’m suddenly being asked to trust the protection of a woman that I don’t know.”

Kuroo couldn’t help but glance at (Y/n) for a reaction to those words. The newly crowned boss had been on edge for those past two weeks, he figured comments like that would have her snapping at them the way she had snapped at him weeks prior.

But she only gave the older man a reassuring smile as she crossed her legs, a very subtle way of showing more of her legs as her pencil skirt rode higher up her thighs. Kuroo felt his lips quirk into a slight smirk at the sight.

“I completely understand your concerns, Ukai.” (Y/n) cooed, smoothing out her skirt to draw attention to the garment. “But rest assured that my late husband’s advisors are monitoring the business and its affairs closely as I take on his responsibilities. Everything will remain stable through this change in leadership.”

Kuroo wasn’t wrong when he said (Y/n) was taking to this position; Her tone was cool, eyes locked on the other man’s as she spoke with authority. He was sure she could sell a glass of water to a drowning man if she needed to.

“Well... as long as the cost of protection remains the same and my day to day won’t be affected, this won’t be a problem at all.” The shop owner smiled, quite obviously drinking in the sight of the younger woman’s exposed skin until she stood from her seat.

“Wonderful. It was a pleasure meeting with you. Feel free to reach out should you need anything from the family.” (Y/n) said, a sickly sweet but somehow genuine looking smile painting her features as Ukai clambered out of his seat to bow respectfully to her.

The two said their goodbyes, Kuroo remaining silent as he followed close behind (Y/n) on her way out of the store. He took note of the way she suddenly tensed and shivered as they left the small shop, the autumn air seeping through the business formal clothing she had chosen for the day.

“M’am, we’ve visited quite a few of our partners today. I think it’s within reason to call it a day and get out of the cold, don’t you?” He asked, cocking a brow at her.

(Y/n) sighed softly, rubbing at her hands as she gave the bodyguard a small nod. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to go home and pick up where we left off tomorrow... and preferably in some climate appropriate clothing.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, m’am.” Kuroo said, receiving no response as he led (Y/n) to their car and opened the backseat door for her. He climbed in once she was settled and instructed the driver to take them home.

The ride was completely silent as the two refused to make eye contact with one another. A more adequate way of describing it would be that the two glanced at the other on more than one occasion, always looking away before they could notice.

Their eyes finally locked, only for the car to abruptly stop as the driver apologized.

Kuroo looked at the heavy traffic blocking their route home, eyebrows knitting together in confusion at the congested street. It was nowhere near rush hour and this side of town was never so busy.

Just as (Y/n) began to voice those same concerns, Kuroo caught sight of a figure moving through the traffic... no. Three. Instincts kicked in within the blink of an eye, and before he really knew what was happening he was tackling (Y/n) onto her seat.

“DOWN!”

Gunshots. Breaking glass. Screaming. A symphony that rang in Kuroo’s ears as he shielded (Y/n)’s smaller body with his. Her head was buried in his chest, muffling her cries of fear as bullet after bullet pelted the car and whizzed overhead.

Soon enough the gunfire subsided, leaving the two to catch their breath in the backseat of the luxury vehicle. Kuroo slowly lifted his head, glancing out the shattered windshield before looking down at the woman he was protecting.

She clung to his button-up shirt like if she dared let go he would fade away. Her chest heaved up and down as she looked up at him frantically, confused and scared, desperate to be back home and away from the madness.

He cupped her cheek, soothingly brushing his thumb over her flushed skin. “Wait here.”

Before (Y/n) could object, Kuroo was opening the door and crawling past her body, exiting the car with his pistol at the ready.

She wanted to yell for him, beg him not to leave her and to just hold her until it was over. That was the old (Y/n). The (Y/n) who had a husband to go into the world for her, deal with the ugly bits of humanity to take care of her and their child.

The piece of her that wanted to cling to her old life with Wakatoshi is what kept her curled up in the car, sobbing wildly as she waited for Kuroo to return. Despite knowing Toshi had always kept a sidearm hidden under the cushions of the backseat, she made no move to grab it.

(Y/n) could hear a few shots firing, the sounds of a scuffle then more shots. Then a heavy silence hung in the air, causing her to fear the worst. The quiet was followed by the sound of footsteps trudging towards the opened car door.

She covered her ears and curled up further into herself, shaking with fear as the footsteps grew closer and closer. “Oh dear god please. Please don’t. Please...” she whimpered barely loud enough for anyone but herself to hear.

Two rough hands took hold of her wrists, forcing a scream from her throat as they pulled her towards the door. (Y/n) fought against them for a moment, sobbing uncontrollably until she heard the man’s voice.

She could barely make out the words Kuroo spoke, her ears ringing as she finally allowed him to pull her from the car and to stand on her two feet. (Y/n) was sure it had something to do with having to move, but just as she was finally processing what was happening, Kuroo had lifted her off her feet and began running away from what remained of their car.

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(Y/n) sat motionless in her office, deaf to the bickering currently going on around her. It was the usual suspects; Akaashi and Semi argued relentlessly over what to do about the attempt on her life, talking over one another while Kuroo stood silently by her side, nursing a headache.

“We’re taking her back to Tokyo! She’s not safe here-”

“If she leaves it will be showing weakness!” Semi barked over Akaashi. “She needs to stay here and face this head on while we look into who was behind the attack!”

Akaashi’s icy eyes narrowed at the other, “You could easily investigate what happened while we take her to Tokyo...”

“That’s so typical of you... Can’t leave that city that reeks of piss and shit for too long! You think you’re too good for Miyagi-”

“QUIET!”

The three men froze at the sound of (Y/n)’s voice and turned to find her practically shaking in her seat. “I’m not sure if this is clear... but I want whoever did this dead. And I mean seriously fucking dead!” (Y/n) jabbed her finger past the bickering men, pointing at the wall beside them. “Their heads mounted on my wall kinda fucking dead!”

Kuroo bit back a laugh, glancing between Akaashi and Semi’s shocked expressions.

“M’am, we’ll take care of it the second we learn who was behind this-”

“Then get the hell out of my office and find out who did it!” (Y/n) snapped, glaring at Semi and effectively silencing him. “Play dumb all you want but I know we have little rats all over Miyagi, one of them is bound to squeal if you ask the right questions.”

“I suggest we take you back to Tokyo while Semi conducts his investigation.” Akaashi spoke up, the glare he received from his employer doing little to rattle him.

“Figured as much but I’m not leaving. Semi’s right that it will show weakness. We have more than enough guards to watch the house while he gets to work.”

Akaashi opened his mouth to argue only for Semi to cut him off, “I’ll get to it right away m’am. In the meantime keep your head down.” He approached (Y/n), placing his hand over her clenched fist that rested atop her desk. “This will all be over soon...”

Kuroo’s expression soured as (Y/n) made no move to pull her hand from Semi’s. He watched him closely as he and Akaashi left the room, leaving Kuroo and (Y/n) in silence.

He moved around the desk, sitting in one of the armchairs and gaining the confidence to speak. “Are you actually comfortable staying in Miyagi...?” Kuroo was met with silence, prompting him to continue. “All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll drive you back home to Tokyo myself...”

(Y/n) seemed to ponder his words as she looked him over, “A 3 hour drive in the middle of the night... sounds like a bit much, doesn’t it?”

Kuroo chuckled lightly at that, relaxing into the chair as he ran a hand through his hair. “Not for you, M’am... Hell I’d drive you all the way across Japan if it made you feel safer tonight...”

(Y/n)’s lips twitched into a small smile until she processed just how tired Kuroo looked. She felt a twinge of guilt, despite knowing full well it was his job to stay with her. She could have requested a different body guard to take his place so he could rest.

He caught on to her shift in demeanor, tilting his head at her. “Are you alright...?”

“About as good as someone who almost died today can be... you should get some rest.” (Y/n) said, standing from her seat and prompting Kuroo to do the same.

“I don’t want to leave your side... I’ll be alright, m’am.” He assured, only for (y/n) to turn to him and take his hands in hers.

“You’ve done so much for me today... please get some rest. I’ll call one of the other men from your team to watch my door tonight. Just please... rest.” (Y/n) pleased, tone gentle but firm as she squeezed his hands.

Kuroo felt warmth bloom in his chest at the feeling of her hands in his, but just as quickly as this feeling came it had left. (Y/n) released his hands, silently leaving him as she hastily made her way to her room.

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(Y/n) didn’t know what time it was when she woke to a cool breeze slipping through her open window. She knew it was late, and judging by how low the moon was in the sky she hadn’t been sleeping long.

She sighed as she turned to lay on her side, staring at the empty spot in bed beside her. Absentmindedly reaching out, her fingers grazed over the sheets, missing the warmth of the man who once occupied that side of the king size bed.

Warmth. That was what made her realize just how cold the room was. Along with the fact that she hadn’t left her window open that night.

Just as she made a move to sit up and yell for her guard, an unseen attacker wrapped a silk tie around her throat, causing her screams to die down in her throat.

(Y/n) struggled to fight against her assailant, wheezing for air as they kneeled on the bed beside her and pulled her onto her knees. Her body was now flush against theirs, thrashing for freedom while the attacker only pulled harder on the tie, further constricting her windpipe.

For a moment, (Y/n) was ready to let this happen. She was that scared little woman all over again, waiting for Wakatoshi to run in and save her from the dark. No. It had to be Kuroo. Kuroo would have to be the one to save her now.

But as her vision began to blur, she quickly realized no one was coming for her.

In that instant, the old (Y/n) was gone. Finally.

She used the last bit of her strength to reach up behind her and claw at her attacker’s face. Her nails dug into the fabric of a ski-mask until they found purchase in the eyehole of the mask.

The man suddenly screamed and grunted in pain as (Y/n) scratched at his eye, the feeling of warm liquid running down her arm telling her she had done a number on him. She took the opportunity to elbow him in the ribs and knock him off the bed.

She coughed as she struggled to catch her breath, using what little oxygen she had to let out a blood curdling scream. (Y/n)’s chest heaved as she weakly crawled to the other side of the bed, groaning in anguish as she heard the door to the bedroom rattling against the hinges. It was painfully clear now that the assassin had blocked the door.

She could hear Yamamoto’s frantic voice on the other side of the door, soon followed by Kuroo’s then Akaashi’s. It was hard to understand what they were saying as another surge of adrenaline flowed through her veins at the feeling of the man grabbing her by her ankle and pulling her to the edge of the bed.

Another scream escaped her lips as she kicked at the assassin, trying and failing to hit his bad eye until she glanced at him over her shoulder. her heel connected with his eye, sending him backwards with another cry of pain.

(Y/n) pulled herself to the other side of the bed, digging into Wakatoshi’s nightstand. Her movements became frantic as she heard the bed springs creak under the weight of her attacker.

Just as the bed dipped beside her, she found the revolver her husband had kept in the nightstand. In a blur (Y/n) had pulled back the hammer of the gun just as the man yanked her by her shoulder to face him.

Kuroo felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach as he heard 6 gunshots echo from the bedroom. Bokuto had just begun ramming his shoulder into the door seconds prior, hoping that his weight would be able to break it open.

“Step aside!” Akaashi called out, approaching the door with an ax he had found in the gardening shed outside. He began hacking at the door, grunting with each hit until there was a hole big enough to reach through and remove whatever was blocking the door.

Kuroo flung open the door, rushing into the bedroom with Akaashi, Bokuto and Yamamoto by his side, each with their weapons raised and at the ready. The found (Y/n) curled up on the floor beside the bed, hugging her knees as she stared at the bullet-ridden body sprawled out across the mattress.

Kuroo ran to her side, cupping her cheek as he looked her over for any injuries, relieved to find none other than her bruising throat.

“Lets find out who this fucking dirtbag is.” Bokuto growled, yanking the ski-mask off the assassin.

The sound of the ax falling out of Akaashi’s hands and clattering loudly to the floor drew (Y/n)’s attention away from Kuroo and to the corpse. Kuroo turned his head as well, eyes going wide as his hands flew to cover (Y/n)’s eyes, but it was too late.

She had already looked into Semi’s lifeless but familiar brown eyes before Kuroo had a chance to shield her from the sight.

(Y/n) began screaming wildly and thrashing against his hold, sobs scratching at her already raw throat. Kuroo stood up, holding (Y/n) tightly as she went limp against him and wailed in despair. He uncovered her eyes to adjust his hold on her and keep her from falling, guilt forcing her to stare wide eyed at Semi’s now pale body.

Her screams continued to echo through the house until Kuroo managed to get her in the backseat of one of the cars in the garage, driving off with her in the direction of Tokyo and not bothering to look back.

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(Y/n) stared blankly at the red liquid collected in the palm of her hand. A drop of water fell from a strand of her soaked hair and into the small pool of bloody water now rippling in her cupped hand.

A larger hand gently took hold of her wrist, extending her limb slightly and exposing the blood soaked skin of her forearm. (Y/n) further curled in on herself, bringing her knees tighter against her chest as a loofa gently brushed over her skin, leaving light red suds in their wake.

(Y/n) chewed at her lip, the slow ministrations pulling her from her haze as she cast a glance Kuroo’s way. He was kneeled beside the tub, eyes heavy with fatigue and squinting at harsh bathroom light.

He had rolled the sleeves of his thermal up to his elbows so as to prevent them from getting wet as he gently scrubbed her arms and torso of Semi’s blood. She had hardly moved since she stopped wailing on the drive from Miyagi, something told Kuroo if he even tried leaving her in the tub unsupervised she would slip under the water without realizing it.

It wasn’t part of the plan to start washing her, but the way she had just sat frozen in the bath, staring at the crimson clouds swirling in the water tugged at his chest and brought him to his knees beside her.

(Y/n) seemed unfazed as he ran the loofa over her chest, shivering at his touch only for a moment before returning to her motionless state. She rinsed off once the remainder of the blood had been scrubbed away, stepping onto the fluffy bath mat with Kuroo’s assistance.

Once she was dried and dressed comfortably, she allowed Kuroo to lead her to the bedroom. He checked the windows and shut the curtains as (Y/n) flopped onto the large bed behind him, releasing a breath she didn’t know she had been holding the second she felt the down comforter cradling her body.

“I’ll be right outside the door.” Kuroo mumbled, stepping towards the door only for (Y/n) to lightly take hold of his wrist.

“Please don’t go...” she said, voice hoarse barely above a whisper.

Kuroo couldn’t identify the whirlwind of emotions swirling in (Y/n)’s eyes. He could see the grief and shock from what had just transpired hours before, along with fatigue from barely sleeping a wink during the drive. But there was something lingering deeper. Maybe it was... no. It couldn’t be.

Kuroo wordlessly crawled into the bed, thankful he had put on comfortable sweats just before the incident. He laid rather stiffly on his back, his heartbeat thrumming in his ears when he felt (Y/n) move an arm over his waist. Despite his best efforts to calm himself, he only felt his heart pound faster as (Y/n) rested her head on his chest.

Her warmth slowly eased him to relax into the mattress, sleep slowly consuming him as he took in the sweet scent of her shampoo. His chest slowly rose and fell with each breath, only for it to tighten at the feeling of nails gently raking under his shirt and up his stomach.

It had to be his imagination, an inkling of a dream that he was slowly slipping into. Despite how incredibly real it felt, it had to be a dream.

The plush lips slowly working against his jaw, however, were not a dream.

Kuroo couldn’t help but shoot up in bed, cheeks flushing as he looked down at (Y/n), the unknown emotion in her eyes now painfully clear to him. “M’am-”

“It’s alright, no one has to know. Please...” (Y/n) murmured, lightly gripping the hem of his shirt as she sat up beside him.

Kuroo almost choked, fingers twitching at his sides as he struggled to think up a response. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to...

“(Y/n)...” he sighed, gently taking hold of her hands and bringing them to his chest. “Sex won’t make you feel better...”

(Y/n) bit her lip as her chest ached at his words, suddenly feeling foolish as she pulled her hands from him and looked down at her lap. “I just wanted to feel something good... for the first time in weeks.”

“When you’re in the right state of mind... we can try it.” he sighed, finding it increasingly difficult to take his eyes off her. “Right now I can stay with you, comfort you, hold you as much as you need... I just wouldn’t feel right doing anything else...”

(Y/n) stayed silent for a moment, internally screaming at herself to say something, anything to ease this tension. All she could do was wordlessly move her arms back around Kuroo’s waist and rest her head on his chest as he laid back, pulling the comforter over their bodies.

She stared at Kuroo’s chest, cheeks burning from embarrassment. It wasn’t until Kuroo began gently stroking her head that she relaxed against him as she had earlier. His thick fingers slowly worked against her scalp, pulling a content sigh from her lips as she began dozing off.

A small ‘thank you’ slipped past her lips before she finally fell into a dreamless sleep. Before she was completely overcome by slumber she felt a pair of warm lips press to her head.

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The fact that the Tokyo faction hadn’t completely pulled out of Miyagi had (Y/n) more on edge than usual. She understood that Akaashi would have to do damage control, and that he would need a sizable group of guards there to keep him safe as he did so, but that didn’t make (Y/n) any less nervous about the situation.

According to Akaashi’s regular updates, Ushijima’s core group were up in arms about the turn of events. Some were in shock, evidently unaware of his turn away from the organization. Others had apparently seen it coming but elected to say nothing.

Meanwhile Daichi’s men were thrown for a loop by all of this, none of them having been in close with the late consigliere. That at least meant none of them worked with him on this plot against (Y/n)’s life.

It had been a week since (Y/n) and Kuroo left Miyagi. Since then only a handful of Kuroo’s men had returned to keep watch over the Tokyo residence. Kuroo would have been upset by this if they weren’t on their home turf, somewhere they knew like the back of their hand.

Over the course of that week, Kuroo seldom let (Y/n) out of his sight. He did what he could to ease (Y/n)’s nerves, well what he could do while basically keeping her under house arrest.

Whenever she wasn’t mulling over her work, he was dragging her out of her office to keep her occupied in other areas of the house. They quickly learned the kitchen was no place for them when they almost set it on fire their first night after they arrived.

They ordered a lot of takeout, eating in the house’s small theater room rather than the dining room and watching whatever movies they could find online or in Wakatoshi’s old dvd collection.

The two were settled in their usual chairs, a box of pizza set on the armrests between them as their movie selection for the night filled the silence between the two.

“You think that actually works?” Kuroo asked mid-bite, eyes never leaving the projector screen as he spoke.

“What works?” (Y/n) quirked a brow at him.

“The crying technique.” he responded, motioning to the screen with his free hand as the two teens practiced making themselves fake cry.

(Y/n) snorted as she bit into her pizza, whining softly as it lightly burned the roof of her mouth. “I ‘unno, never had to fake cry before...”

Kuroo snorted back, handing her an unopened can of soda to cool her mouth. “I’m not saying you have, I’m just asking if you think it works.”

She thanked him before quickly gulping down the soda and setting the can aside. “We can always try it if you’re that curious.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, but before he knew it (Y/n) was pausing the movie and turning to face him. “Cmon, since you’re so interested let’s try!”

“Noooo nononono, we don’t have to do that-”

“As your boss I am now ordering you to find out if the crying technique works with me!” (Y/n) giggled, tugging on his wrist to face her.

He could tell by the look in her eyes she wasn’t going to let up. Rather than argue he faced (Y/n) and huffed dramatically as he looked her over. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

(Y/n) smiled excitedly, bouncing lightly before composing herself. “Okay... tiny gulps of air. Ready?” The small nod she received from Kuroo signaled her to begin.

Her chest began to heave up and down rapidly as she started taking shallow breaths, eyes closing until she heard Kuroo snickering behind the palm of his hand. (Y/n)’s cheeks grew hot as she lightly smacked his arm, causing his laughter to grow in volume. “I’m not gonna do it if you’re gonna laugh at me!” she whined.

“Sorry sorry!” he smiled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Taking it seriously now! This is very serious!” He chuckled, quickly composing himself.

“Good! Because this is serious! Now breathe!” (Y/n) playfully scolded, cracking a small smile before she started taking her shallow breaths. Kuroo followed her lead, fighting back a smile as they continued their antics.

(Y/n) let out a small whimper, the lack of air now pulling small noises from her parted lips that now actually made it harder for Kuroo to breathe. “I-Is it working?” she breathed.

Kuroo quickly shook his head, watching her closely as she stared at the ceiling, refusing to meet his eyes. “I can’t tell with you looking to the heavens like that, you cheater.” he said, moving closer to her as he continued taking his small gulps of air.

His close proximity forced (Y/n) to finally look at him, lips quivering at the intensity of his eyes. Their breaths mingling as their chests heaved in unison.

Kuroo couldn’t stop himself from glancing at (Y/n)’s lips, something that didn’t go unnoticed by her. He couldn’t deny he was satisfied she had seen it. Especially now that he saw her looking down at his.

His fingers twitched, longing to cup the back of her neck and hold her against him. Longing to taste her lips, but unwilling to cross that line unless she was ready.

Before he could further question himself, (Y/n) slowly took his cheeks between her hands, pulling him close enough to where their lips were barely touching. Kuroo exhaled shakily, the realization that she was waiting on him to close the gap sparking a burn deep in his chest.

He took a deep breath before finally smashing his lips against hers, drawing a moan from her as she returned the kiss with the same amount of passion. (Y/n)’s hands trailed down to his chest, gripping at his shirt as Kuroo cupped the back of her neck and deepened the kiss.

Kuroo was about to maneuver (Y/n) past the armrest to sit in his lap, the need to feel her body against his overwhelming his senses until the sound of the theater room doors opening forced them apart.

They were both very grateful at the height of the chairs, had they been shorter they would have definitely been caught. God, it was enough to make Kuroo feel like he was back in high school, having to sneak around with his crush or else he’d get grounded.

(Y/n) stood up from her chair, quickly composing herself when she recognized Akaashi standing at the door, clutching a file folder to his chest. The look in his eyes had (Y/n) completely forgetting her small tryst with Kuroo and rushing to get to her office with Akaashi.

“An autopsy showed that your driver that night had ingested a large amount of diazepam earlier that night... something none of his medical records show he had never been prescribed.” Akaashi explained, watching intently as (Y/n) paged through the numerous reports and documents he had collected over the course of his investigation.

Kuroo read what he could over (Y/n)’s shoulder, occasionally glancing between the papers and Akaashi as the man spoke.

“Meanwhile... Semi had been prescribed diazepam about three months prior to the accident. One thorough search of his residence later and...” Akaashi trailed off before pulling a sealed bag from his large briefcase and setting it onto the desk. Inside the bag was a half-full bottle of pills, labeled with Semi’s information as well as the name of the medication.

(Y/n) breathed shakily as she set the files down, forcing herself to look at Akaashi through the tears in her eyes.

“It’s evident that he drugged your driver earlier that night, knowing the heavy dosage would cause him to pass out at the wheel. Resulting in the accident... And since you didn’t die in the crash, he took action to remedy that when he knew for certain you’d be home.”

“So the ambush, he orchestrated that to make sure she’d be at the residence where he could try and...” Kuroo trailed off, earning a nod in response from Akaashi.

“Some quick hacking from Kenma showed a banking transaction between Semi and the three hitmen took place a few days before the attack... I’m sure he hoped they would get the job done before he ever had to intervene.” Akaashi explained, taking the file from (Y/n) as she handed it off to him.

She held her head in her hand for a moment, sighing deeply as she processed the information that Akaashi had gathered for her. She wound a hand through her hair, brushing it out of her face before she sat up to meet his eyes once more. “And the others...? Did they have a hand in any of this?”

Akaashi slowly shook his head as he placed the evidence back in his briefcase. “It doesn’t appear so... however I think it would behoove us to bring them here and interrogate them with you present.”

“Good. Send for them tomorrow. I want this over and done with.” (Y/n) declared, earning a bow from Akaashi. “I’ll leave you and Kuroo to discuss the security protocols for tomorrow. For now I need to rest. Thank you for your hard work.”

Kuroo silently watched her leave the room and was immediately met with a glare from Akaashi. “Did you fuck her?”

The bodyguard practically choked at the question, “What?! No! What the Hell is wrong with you?!”

“I’m not fucking stupid, I saw the way you two freaked out when I walked into that room. You’ve been alone with her a week and you’re telling me nothing’s happened?” the smaller man snapped.

“Nothing. Happened. And even if it did we have more important things to worry about than who she’s sleeping with right now.” Kuroo sneered, narrowing his eyes at Akaashi.

“That may be true, but we can’t risk giving anyone in the organization any reason to try and undermine her right now. You can both do what you like, but wait until this matter is settled... understood?”

Kuroo rolled his eyes at that, crossing his arms as he leaned against the desk. “Whatever you say...”

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Kuroo had gotten a surprising amount of sleep that night considering the last minute preparations he had to take care of for the meeting set to take place that day. He was grateful for the small break he had gotten from his suits that week he was alone with (Y/n), but that only meant having to wear them once again felt constricting as fuck.

He adjusted his tie for the umpteenth time that afternoon, waiting patiently with Bokuto and Akaashi for (Y/n) and their ‘guests’ to arrive. Just as he began to wonder if (Y/n) had slept in, the door to the office creaked open, revealing a very professional, very sexy looking (Y/n) at the door.

She wore a form fitting blouse black blouse and a tight, black pencil skirt with tiny white polka dots and a small slit at the back. Her red-bottom Prada heels clicked against the hardwood as she approached her desk, seemingly unaware of the way the three men were staring at her.

“Is everything ready for our visitors?” She asked, smoothly sitting in her chair as she glanced between the three.

Akaashi quickly cleared his throat, causing Kuroo to realize she was primarily addressing him. “Yes, m’am. My men are all in place and Kenma is closely monitoring the residence’s cameras in case of any attack.”

(Y/n) gave him a small nod, glancing Akaashi’s way. “Do we have an ETA?”

“Approximately 30 minutes...” He replied, glancing at his watch.

“Good. You and Bokuto wait downstairs to receive them. Kuroo and I have some matters to discuss.”

Kuroo felt his heart jump into his throat, the sideways glance Akaashi sent him going completely unnoticed before he and Bokuto left.

(Y/n) beckoned him to approach the desk and he wordlessly obeyed, standing from his chair and moving around the desk to stand before her. “Is everything alright...?” he asked, the air around them thick with tension.

He watched intently as she licked her lips, her head slowly shaking in response. “No... I need you...”

Kuroo almost pounced on her in that moment, aching to touch her but showing restraint. “Is this what you want...? It isn’t the grief or the shock or anything else?”

(Y/n) quickly shook her head once more as she stood and gripped the lapels on his suit. “It’s none of that. I want you. I need you. I need you to fuck me and fill me before I deal with this bullshit. If you want the same thing, take me.”

He eagerly leaned in and kissed her hard, with just as much passion as he had the night before. Now there was no pesky armrest separating the two as they ground against one another.

A squeal of surprise escaped her lips as (Y/n) was lifted off her feet and rested on the edge of the desk. Kuroo gripped the hem of her skirt and bunched it up around her hips, revealing her lace underwear to him and pulling a deep moan from his throat.

He settled between her legs, hips grinding against hers as he greedily tasted her lips. (Y/n) hastily unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his toned chest and allowing her nails to drag down his bare skin.

Kuroo moaned against her lips, the pain mixing with pleasure as he ground his erection against her heat. He carefully started unbuttoning her shirt and littered her cleavage with hot kisses once he caught sight of her lace bra.

(Y/n) wound her hands into his hair, whining desperately as she struggled to get off her panties. Kuroo couldn’t help but chuckle as he assisted her, tugging off the soaked material and shoving them in his pocket. As much as he wanted to tease her and take his time with her, he knew they didn’t have very long.

He hastily undid his belt and his slacks, letting the material pool at his feet as he fisted his cock, lips quirking into a cocky smirk at the way (Y/n) stared at his length.

Kuroo gripped (Y/n)’s hip with one hand, using the other to guide the tip of his cock into (Y/n)’s entrance. He searched her eyes for any hint of hesitation or reluctance, but only melted when he saw the lust burning in her half-lidded eyes.

He fully entered her with a slow and deep thrust, unable to keep himself from moaning at the feeling of her tight pussy gripping his cock. (Y/n) whined and bucked her hips weakly in hopes of gaining some form of friction, earning a breathy chuckle from her lover before he answered her prayers.

Kuroo’s thrusts were quick and deliberate, the head of his cock pounding into her sweet spot once he found it. (Y/n) roughly took her lip between her teeth, trying to keep her moans quiet as ecstasy and pleasure rippled through her veins.

It worked to keep her quiet until Kuroo pulled her legs to wrap around his hips, somehow fucking her even deeper and harder. A small shriek almost escaped (Y/n)’s parted lips, but Kuroo quickly captured it in a heated kiss. Their lips and teeth and tongues clashed as their pleasure overtook them, orgasms approaching fast as he bucked wildly into her.

With one last snap of his hips, (Y/n) was pushed over the edge and moaning wantonly into the kiss as her orgasm washed over her. Kuroo reluctantly parted from the kiss, hissing as her pussy clamped down on him and soaked him with her juices.

“Tell me where, baby...” he groaned, thrusts getting sloppier by the second as he felt himself reaching his peak.

(Y/n) breathed hard and tugged roughly at Kuroo’s messy hair, back arching at the overstimulation. “I-inside. Please, inside...”

Kuroo felt his cock twitch at her words, unable to stop himself from finally cumming and painting her walls white. He hid his face in the crook of her neck to stifle his moans and groans. (Y/n) sighed happily at the feeling of his warmth inside of her.

A knock at the door cut their post-coital bliss short and sent them scrambling to tidy up and re-dress. Kuroo quickly helped clean up her smeared lipstick and dabbed the sweat from her forehead before drying his own.

Once they were both sure they were freshened up, Kuroo went to open the office door. He was quickly stopped as (Y/n) took his hand and turned him to face her, pressing one last kiss to his lips before she sat back in her chair.

Kuroo couldn’t help but chuckle before he opened the door, noting the knowing expressions on Akaashi’s and Bokuto’s faces. Akaashi was red with anger, whereas Bokuto was grinning smugly at the taller man.

“If you’re both finished...” Akaashi sighed, repressing his anger. “They’re here...”

Kuroo glanced behind them at the nervous looking group of men before he smirked and moved aside for them to enter.

The men shuffled into the room, each taking a seat in the office and flinching slightly as Kuroo shut the door behind them. He moved to (Y/n)’s side, looking over the group with (Y/n), unable to keep himself from smiling as she spoke.

“So... shall we?”

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Jelly Slugs

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Word Count: 2,278

Warnings: Swearing, a little angsty, still plenty of fluff

Song to Set the Vibe: broken ~ lovelytheband

Request: @mcluuvin666 hi could i request a harry potterxreader in which the reader & harry always seem to find each other in the hospital wing at the end of each year because of harry’s adventures & somehow she always ends up hurt in a funny/ironic way even though it wasn’t her intention to get caught in their messes if that makes sense? either way harry & the reader get really close throughout years of ending up in the hospital wing w the reader being frustrated w the trio bc they’re the “reason” why she’s hurt and she’s just kinda like “you lot are going to be the death of me” but harry and reader end up going out anyway. lots of fluff and maybe angst if you can? thank you so much!!

A/n: Once agian so sorry this took so long! It may not be completely edited, excuse typos, I wrote litteratly all of it tonight. I'm trying to burn through my requets, if u sent one I got it I'm just waiting to get to it

    At eleven years old you had already had far too many near-death experiences, for you that meant one. You hadn’t meant to do anything at all, well except grab some snacks from the kitchen after hours, but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before. On your way back your ears had picked up a sweet symphony and you had grown curious. 

Turning a few unfamiliar corners you found the room, its heavy door ajar. You pushed it all the way open, a pastry still stuffed in your mouth preventing you from screaming. A large three-headed beast lay in front of you snoring loudly. Before you could turn and run your eyes found a small wooden trap door at its feet. The phrase your mother often scolded you with echoed in your head, Curiosity killed the cat. You about turned on your heel but then the ending of the saying learned from an equally mischievous classmate came to you, But satisfaction brought it back. 

You dropped the food in your hands and walked hesitantly towards the large dog. You then quietly opened the door, cringing as its hinges squeaked and peered inside being met with complete darkness. You were going to close the door retrieve your treats then head back to your dorm but as you turned you met a pair of brilliantly green eyes and you let out a yelp before stumbling backward and plunging into the hole with a scream. You were soon followed by three of your classmates almost as confused as you were. 

You ended up getting your arm broken by a giant chess piece on your way to retrieve something you didn’t fully understand and what you believed to be a curse began. 

You sat up in a cold sweat the image of a white stone queen drawing her sword waking you with a start. You rubbed your eyes only to find your left arm in a sling and aching a bit.

“Oh, good you’re awake.”

You turned to your right to see a little boy in round glasses smiling at you. “What happened last night?” you asked eyes wide.

“It’s a long story, but I suppose we have time.” He shrugged, “Jelly slug?” he offered holding out a colorfully wrapped package. 

“Yes please.”

Second year began as normal as it should have but it was soon strange and dangerous, pearlized classmates and strict rules making the school feel less and less like a home. Of course, your luck being about as bad as it got, you where the last victim of the basilisk. 

You had been polishing trophies to serve detention which you got for supposedly bad-mouthing Snape although it wasn’t your fault Draco was a filthy snitch. You then saw a large pair of yellow eyes in the shining metal and everything went dark.

You woke up four days later body aching eyes feeling extremely dry as you blinked vigorously. You had a strange sense of deja vu as the hospital wing soon came into view. Head once again thumping as you tried to recall your memories. 

“Oh right, you're here.”

You turned your head to the right to see a wide smile, green eyes hidden behind round glasses as cuts riddled the boy’s face. 

“Merlin Harry, what happened to you?” You gasped taking in his battered form. 

He shrugged, “I fought Voldemort.”

You cringed at the name but said nothing of it to him, “Again?” 

He laughed, “Yeah, this time it hurt more though.” 

“I’m glad you’re okay.” You grinned at him.

His cheeks reddened a bit, “Yeah, I’m glad you’re okay too.” 

You fell into an uncomfortable silence before Harry reached to his bedside table and offered you a tissue-wrapped box, “Jelly Slug?” 

You nodded taking it from him

Third-year had been downright dreadful for you. You were finally a teenager which basically meant everything that had been easy and quick now seemed to take hours and far too much thought. Every little thing you did you were sure would be scrutinized, it didn’t help when a close friend of yours spread a nasty rumor about you and you found yourself skipping classes and opting to stay in bed. A serial killer being on the loose certainly didn’t help. 

The only sort of decent thing that happened was your friendship with Harry, after two times of healing in the hospital wing together you decided to be at least acquaintances. You held study sessions with the boy and occasionally his two best friends although all they did was bicker.  

You also happened to be outside reading when a rat lept on you and dove down your shirt leading to you being dragged into a tree by a dog who turned out to be a serial killer who turned out to be Harry’s godfather. But to be honest you didn’t really care.

You were absolutely livid, your leg was torn apart and for the third time in a row you had somehow been shoved into an adventure you most certainly didn’t want to take part in and you were bleeding heavily because of it. 

Oh yes, how could you forget? You were also almost killed by your professor, who had turned into a werewolf just in time to almost kill you again. 

When you woke up in the hospital wing with the golden trio surrounding you, you weren’t so pleasant.

A string of foul curse words, pointing fingers and yelling was shot at the three teens who apologized profusely insisting they did not mean to get you caught up in their business. 

You eventually calmed down and found out it wasn’t all that bad considering you got to see the suddenly very attractive dark-haired boy who made a point to spend all of his free time in the hospital wing with you as your leg healed. You shared a large amount of jelly slugs as you read muggle books and did your best to stay on top of studies.

Fourth year was much better than the last. You and Harry spent more and more time together and you felt a large crush on the boy who lived growing. Hermione knew about it instantly and Ron seemed adamant to tease both of you just for the joy of watching your faces flush. But good things never lasted.

You had a heart attack when Harry’s name came out of the goblet and found yourself taking his side in a sudden war between him and Ron. The bitch of a journalist Rita Skita also plastered you and Harry’s face all over the daily prophet when she caught you hugging him before his first task. You went with Harry to the ball although to both of your disappointment only as friends. And you ended up comforting Hermione in the hallway anyway. 

You also were almost drowned by your sorry excuse for teachers in the second task. Never one to back down from a fight you yelled directly at Dumbledor and Karkaroff saying how if your name wasn’t pulled out of that idiotic goblet than you shouldn’t have to almost die for the even more idiotic tournament. Of course, you did this with a very colorful vocabulary that landed you three weeks of detention. 

When Harry pulled Cedric from the maze you had cheered clapping along with the band until suddenly you heard the boy wail like a wounded animal. You raced down to meet him and helped pull him off of the elder boy’s body.

He was shaking the entire time and when you finally managed to drag him away he buried his head into your neck and sobbed. 

Harry was then dragged away by Mad-Eye and you were quick to follow, bursting in on the two just as Moody no longer became Moody. 

“Harry!” You yelled diving at the quickly transforming man who was holding him at wand point. 

Your body suddenly erupted in such harsh pain you thought you might throw up. 

“Y/n!” Harry’s yells fell on deaf ears as the unforgivable curse took all of your attention. 

By the time Harry was able to disarm the man, you had passed out from the pain. 

You woke up in the hospital wing three days later a disheveled Harry seated in a chair next to you his arms folded on your bed his head resting on them. 

When you tapped his shoulder lightly he jolted awake immediately engulfing you in his embrace sobbing out apologies as you pushed yourself closer into his chest. 

“I’m so so sorry y/n, I never meant for you to be caught up in any of this.” He choked out pulling away from you and cupping your face in his hands. 

“It’s okay Harry, I’m okay.” You spoke smiling weakly feeling extremely exhausted. 

“But he used an unforgivable cu-” 

“I don’t care, I’m just happy you’re okay.” You interrupted leaning into the soft circles his thumb was drawing on your cheek.

Harry’s eyes filled with an unidentifiable emotion and suddenly his lips were on your own. 

The second they connected he backed away blushing so heavily you were sure he was hot to the touch.

“I’m so sorry y/n, I don’t know what I was thinking and I-”

You only shook your head and wrapped your hands around his neck bringing his lips back to yours. His hands ended up on either side of you as you leaned back down on the bed bringing him with you. He hovered over you, your tongue slipping into his mouth as you played with the ends of his hair. He tasted overly sugary with a hint of fruit, just like a jelly slug.

You were interrupted by a cough followed by a low chuckle and Harry immediately pulled away from you and you turned to see not only your headmaster but Professor McGonagal and Madame Pomfrey all staring at you. 

Your eyes went wide and you felt so hot you thought you might catch the sheets on fire. You stole a glance at Harry who had paled dramatically, looking sick. 

“I’m glad you’re feeling better y/n.” Dumbledore chortled. 

You hissed in at the pain that shot through your ankle. Your head had also begun to pound causing you to squeeze your eyes shut and attempt to relieve the pressure by pressing onto your temples. Fuck Umbridge. You hopped that bitch was dead, as your eyes began to adjust to the sudden brightness of your surroundings you saw an all to a familiar sight. The hospital wing had become your home away from home and now in fifth year you, it made sense you ended up there once again. 

When your psychotic headmaster dragged you, your boyfriend and your two best friends out to the forbidden forest as she was attacked by a giant she managed to hit you with some sort of spell which effectively left you in your current state. Harry who was seated beside you wrapped his arms around your waist and placed a kiss on your neck.

“You okay?” He asked he seemed stressed, then again when wasn’t he?

“I’m fine.” You lied with a smile pushing his glasses back up his nose. 

“I think you should stay here y/n/n, I can’t have you getting hurt.”  He frowned. You then took notice of the group of teenagers was behind him. They were clearly about to leave. 

“I think history has proven that kind of unavoidable at this point.” You sighed standing up and drinking whatever was on your nightstand, it turned out to be a pain medicine that tasted the equivalent of dragon piss. 

“Y/n...” Harry spoke hesitantly.

You turned to look at your boyfriend, your face set in stone. “If you don’t take me with you I will find another way to that building.” 

Harry sighed biting down on his lip, “Fine. Alright, guys, let’s go.”

Your lips twitched into a smile just as you were about to leave the room you noticed a small half-empty bag on the table next to your bed, you stuffed it into your pocket and ran after the group you had fallen behind. 

You sat silently eyelids feeling so heavy you thought they might close at any moment. Your entire body ached, your headache coming back stronger than ever, but you didn't let onto your pain. 

Harry had his head buried into your stomach as you combed through his messy hair, his sobs were the only sound in the massive black room. Sand was scattered around you as you clung to your boyfriend your back up against a black glass wall as you stared blankly ahead of you. Dumbledore stood a few feet away, seeming almost as lost as you were. Part of you hated him for putting Harry through everything he had just been through, but you knew it wasn’t his fault. 

Harry adjusted himself so his head was buried into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist. The movement caused something in your pocket to crinkle, catching your attention. 

You reached into your robe and removed a half-empty bag of candy. You smiled in spite of yourself. 

You tapped Harry on the shoulder whispering his name. He looked up at you his eyes rimmed in red, his face blotchy, the sight made your heart throb.

“Jelly Slug?” You asked your voice cracking.

The boy let out a mix between a laugh and a sob before lightly placing his lips onto your own. He tastes salty and bitter, like tears and blood. You found yourself wishing you were elven again when everything was simple, wishing that Harry still tasted like jelly slugs. 

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Graveyard

JJ Maybank x Reader

Request by Anon: would you be open to doing a really angsty jj fic (maybe like what happens after s1 ends?) to graveyard by halsey

Warnings: drugs, alcohol, swearing, mention of death, grieving, drunk driving

Word Count: 2.5k+

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“Did you find them?”

“No.”

“So they got away.”

“We, uh, we lost them. I’m sorry.”

“You lost them? What do you mean you lost them? Like, like they’re gone? What are you talking about?”

“They took an open boat into a tropical depression, Pope.”

“So they’re dead?”

“We don’t know.”

“You drove them straight through the storm, man. Are you kidding me?! Come here man! I’m gonna kill you!”

“JJ, stop!”

“He didn’t kill anyone, and you know it!”

“We’re still looking for them, alright?”

-

You knew nothing was ever going to be the same after that night. There was no way any of you guys were going to be okay for a long time. The Pogues didn’t know how to be around each other anymore without their leader, so you all just went your separate ways for a bit. You knew Kie and Pope were going to be okay, they had their family to lean on. But JJ, he had no one looking out for him anymore. He was going to be fighting this alone. It made you sick to your stomach.

You left JJ alone for about a week, as to not overbear him, but also so that you could heal. You knew it was going to take more time than that to fully move on, but it was the least you could do for yourself before worrying about JJ.

You drove to the Chateau, knowing that’s where he would be, with tears streaming down your face, all the good memories you had there playing out in your mind. All the parties, sleepovers, mornings on the marsh making your chest heavy with sobs. You didn’t realize how hard you were crying till you pulled up to shack. You parked and took some tissues you had stored in the glove box out and wiped your eyes and nose. You took a minute to collect your thoughts, wanting to put on a brave face for JJ.

When you walked through the door, the smell of alcohol, weed, and sweat overwhelmed your senses, making you slightly gag. There were cigarettes, blunts and bottles littered everywhere, and broken glass scattered on the floor in the kitchen. You quietly moved through the house, calling his name softly, getting anxious when you got no response. You checked every room, and he was no where to be found. You decided to call his phone, but you cursed when you heard his ringtone coming from the spare room. You paced in the hallway, not sure of what to do. There was no way JJ was sober right now, not with all the evidence laying around. He was never good in emotion situations either. The combination of the two could only ensure extreme emotions, either sadness or anger.

You had no idea where he could be right now. The only other option was his dad’s house, and there was no way he was going to go back there after standing up to him like that. At least not for a while.

You decided you would wait up for him. You would stay in the Chateau till he got back. You needed to make sure he knew he had someone to lean on. You couldn’t just let him drink and smoke himself out of grieving.

You sat down on the couch to try and organize your thoughts. Your eyes filled with tears once again as you looked over the shack. Too many memories were wrapped in these walls. You walked up to the dresser and picked up a photo. It was a picture of you, John B, and JJ at your sixth grade graduation. You guys were so young and naïve, no worries about what life would bring you as you got older. No worries about which one of you would be gone by the time you were 17. You sat back down on the couch, clutching the frame. Your mind wanted you to cry again, but your body wouldn’t let you. You had nothing left in you. You were numb.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when the front door swung open, revealing a much disheveled JJ, holding a bag full of liquor bottles. You stood up from the couch as he stared at you, almost in awe.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he croaked, tears welling in his eyes. He rushed towards the kitchen, trying to put distance between the two of you. You heard the glass crack under his boots. He was still wearing the same clothes as he did that day.

“JJ,” you breathlessly, glad to finally have the boy in your sights. He turned his back to you, his hands leaning on the counter in front of him. You heard his breath get heavy, his back rising up and down. He slammed his fists down.

“You shouldn’t be here!” He yelled, making you jump.

“Why not?” You questioned softly.

“What?” He whipped around.

“Why shouldn’t I be here, JJ?” You slowly started to walk towards the kitchen. He looked at you with a hard face, tears falling. His anger was being taken over by his sadness. You parked yourself in front of him, still waiting for an answer.

“Just go, Y/N,” he mumbled. You slowly moved to wrap your arms around his torso. You rested your head on his chest.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered. He didn’t hug you back.

-

It had been a few days since you started to stay at the Chateau with JJ, and he had only dig himself deeper. You tried to help, but he just brushed you off. He didn’t even want your touch anymore. He shrugged off your hands, and moved away from your hugs, locking himself in the spare room he had claimed as his.

One of the only things you could do to keep yourself occupied was clean up. You started by sweeping up the glass JJ had added to the decor, then you picked up the bottles littered everywhere, not all of them from JJ. Some were still leftover from the weeks before. You had been sleeping on the pullout, so you threw those sheets and blankets into the washer, along with some of your clothes. While the washer was running, you decided to do some Iight dusting. You picked up the feather duster and used a light hand on the many picture frames and the wall decor, ridding them of their impurities. During your cleaning, you came across a picture of John B and JJ. They couldn’t have been older than eight years old. They were precious. Their messy hair, dirty faces, and scabbed knees made you wonder what trouble or adventure they had gotten themselves into that day.

You heard JJ’s door open, and looked up from the photo. You locked eyes with him only for a second, before he hurried into the bathroom. The washer had only been running for a few minutes, so you decided to go get his sheets and throw them in there with yours. It had been who knows how long since they were washed. The smell of weed hit you in the face as soon as you stepped in his room. You were stripping his bed when he walked in.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked harshly.

“I’m washing your sheets,” you replied. You hurried a bit, his sharp tone not helping you feel any comfort.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter,” he grumbled.

“I’m just trying to do something nice, JJ.” You finished getting the sheets off his bed, coming face to face with him.

“You want to do something nice, Y/N?” He asked rhetorically.

“Leave.” You pushed past him, going to the washer. He followed you out. You stopped the current cycle, put in his sheets, and started a new one.

“Why are you even still here?” He asked through a bitter laugh.

“Because I care about you.” You answered blankly as you shut the washer, making eye contact with him. It caught him off guard. His eyes widened in fear. Someone was caring about him? Hell no. He wasn’t going to let you get close, then have you leave. He’s been through this too many times before to fall for it again.

“Whatever,” he scoffed as he went back into his room, slamming the door behind him. You leaned against the washer for a moment, rubbing your temples, and pinching the bridge of your nose. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, it was a text from Kiara. She asked if you wanted to meet at The Wreck for lunch. You texted back, saying you would be there in about ten minutes. You grabbed your wallet and headed for the door. You felt it nagging at you, so you decided to go knock on JJ’s door, letting him know.

“JJ,” you said as you lightly rapped at his door.

“I’m not going,” he projected back, just loud enough for you to hear. Kie had texted him as well.

“Okay,” you muttered to yourself. You walked out the door and got into your car, igniting the engine and making your way to The Wreck.

“Hey, Y/N,” Kie said, welcoming you into the restaurant. She pulled you into a hug, a tight one. It was much needed after all JJ was putting you through. She held onto your hand as she guided you to the table, Pope already sitting there. He got up once he saw you, giving you a hug as well. You guys sat down and caught up, enjoying your time together. It felt weird, but you all needed it. After much talking, eating, and little crying, Kie spoke up

“I tried to contact JJ,” she started.

“But he just left he on read.” You realized they didn’t know about your situation for the last couple days.

“Yeah, um, I’ve been staying at the Chateau with him for the past few days, and uh, he’s a mess,” you said, you eyes set on the table in front of you.

“I mean, he won’t eat, he just drinks and smokes, he locks himself in his room, and he’s like, extremely hostile.”

“Y/N,” Kie soothed. She reached across the table to grab your hand.

“You could’ve told us, we could’ve helped.” Her voice was soft, something you’d been missing over the last few days.

“He doesn’t even want me there, I didn’t want to drag you guys into it as well. I’m just there to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.” You offered a small smile, hoping they’d understand. They returned your smile, nodding to each other.

“Yeah, totally,” Pope said, offering condolences.

After a while, you all decided it was time time to go. You got a box of food to take home to JJ, not wanting him to drink his dinner tonight. You thanked Kie and hugged her goodbye, then hugged Pope.

“Take care of him, yeah?” He whispered to you.

“Yeah, I will,” you whispered back, tightening your embrace. You extended your goodbyes from the door as you walked out, heading back to your car.

-

You arrived at the shack, and were half way to the door when you heard a motor roaring down the road. You turned to the sound, and saw JJ pulling up on his motor bike. He parked and swung his leg over, stumbling as he did so. He struggled to regain his balance. Your eyes went wide. You dropped the bag containing his food on the ground.

“Are you drunk right now!?” You yelled, stomping up to him. He whipped his head towards you, not noticing you before.

“JJ Maybank, were you drunk driving!?” You were furious at him.

“So? What if I was?” He scoffed, his words slurring. His breath reeked of alcohol, and you heard more bottles clinking in his backpack.

“You know what,” you started as he walked away from you.

“I’m not gonna let you do this anymore.” He turned back to you.

“Not gonna let me do what?” He boomed, raising his hands defensively.

“I’m not gonna let you shut me out and drink yourself to death, JJ! You can’t keep doing this to yourself, and if you hate me for stopping you, I don’t give a shit! I mean, you could’ve died!” You motioned to his bike, his face softening at the action.

“And I can’t lose you too.”

Your words broke JJ. He finally realized what he was doing to you. He felt selfish for making you take care of him, when he should’ve been there for you too. You both lost John B, not just him.

He took off his backpack, and dropped it on the ground. He’s doing it, you thought. You felt tears well up, from frustration, sadness, relief, or anger, you couldn’t tell.

You gasped for air, sobs wracking through your body, your body finally catching up to your mind in your emotional needs. JJ walked up to you, tears streaming down his face as well. You couldn’t felt but feel a little fear as he stalked up to you, but all your worries melted when he opened his arms, his bottom lip quivering. You quickly took him in, your heads resting on each other’s shoulders as you both sobbed, letting everything out.

“I’m sorry,” JJ bawled. He grabbed at the back of your shirt, making little balls into his fists. He held you tighter as he cried.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you kept repeating, to yourself and to JJ. You were falling apart, but you wanted to stay strong. JJ needed you for a long time, and he was finally letting you in. You weren’t gonna do anything to jeopardize it, even if it meant putting off your emotions.

After a while of crying into each other, you both were both exhausted, but neither of you wanted to let go.

“Y’know, we’re gonna do this together,” JJ stated.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not gonna let you shut me out either,” he started.

“I know you haven’t been... dealing with this, and all, you’ve been to busy putting up with my bullshit.” He pulled back to look at you.

“I’m here for you too, you’re not just here for me.” You smiled at his kind words. You missed this side of JJ. The sweet, caring, “Let me take care of you” side.

“We gotta make it a team effort, y’know?” He put his head back into your shoulder, his hands trailing up and down your sides.

“Yeah, a team effort.”

Grieving was an uphill battle for the both of you. There were hard days at first, but good days overpowered the bad days as time went on. Sure, bad days came out of nowhere sometimes, but you knew how to take care of each other. You guys reconnected with Pope and Kie again, enjoying every seemingly fleeting minute with them. You saw them almost everyday, whether it was surfing, going to the pier, or anything else you guys used to do. Though it would be hard, you all would have to get along without John B in your lives. Your little family was broken, but it was healing, one day at a time.

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Welcome Home

Pairing: H.R Wells x Female!Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (male receiving), fingering (female receiving)

Summary: Returning home from a business trip, you’re greeted with an unexpected surprise

A/N: This was inspired by an ask about giving H.R head, and since there was some enthusiasm for a full fic, I wrote this. Ask and ye shall receive...

The door clicked shut quietly behind you as you slipped into your home. Only a couple of small lights were on, and as you walked through into the living room, everything was silent enough to almost make you believe that no one was in. Then a soft noise from down the hall caught your ear, and smiling to yourself, you abandoned your suitcase and followed it.

Creeping up the dark hallway, you saw the slither of light peeking out of H.R’s study. He must’ve been up late writing again. You were reaching for the handle when you heard it; the cut off moan. Swiftly followed by another. You bit your lip, grinning. Oh, you knew those noises well. You opened the door careful not to make a noise, and peered in.

H.R was in his chair, back to you, letting out a steady stream of groans and from your spot you could just see his arm moving up and down. You wanted to say something, but you also didn’t want to interrupt, and watching him, head tilted back, unabashed in taking his own pleasure really was a glorious sight. Though you wondered what he was picturing in his mind.

You got your answer a few seconds later.

“Your mouth…so good…” H.R moaned breathily, his arm moving faster. “Y/N…”

Just hearing him say your name like had the heat pooling between your legs. You’d been away too long and it seemed he felt the same way.

Throwing a quiet ‘fuck it’ to the wind, you pushed the door open.

“Hey, sexy,” you purred quietly to not startle him too much.

H.R jumped, moving to cover himself as you came up behind him, brushing your hands over the soft grey sweater he wore. “Y/N?!”

“Surprise.” Draping yourself over his shoulders, you looked down at his hands clasped firmly over his lap. “Don’t stop on my account.”

H.R kept his head tilted to look at you, blue eyes blown almost black, and licked his lips. Slowly, he moved, wrapping his hand back around his still hard cock. He shuddered through a moan, but kept his eyes on you. “How…how are you back? You said…the weekend.”

“I pulled some strings. I missed you too much,” you murmured between planting kisses along his exposed neck. “And now I’m very glad…this was a treat to come home too.”

“I’d have waited…”

You nipped lightly at the sensitive skin, enjoying the way his breath caught. “This is perfect, bean.” Kissing back up the length of his neck, you leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Tell me what you were thinking about.”

“I…uh…”

You knew but you wanted to hear it come from him. Reaching down, you batted his hand away and replaced it with your own. For the first time H.R’s eyes fluttered shut, his hips twitching up under your grasp. You started to stroke him, just shy of the pace he usually preferred. “Tell me, bean. I want to know.”

“You.”

You swept your thumb over the head, “What about me?”

“Your mouth. I pictured you here, in the dark blue babydoll, the one, ah, the one you bought for my birthday.”

“Mmm, I like that one.” You rewarded him by twisting your wrist, enjoying the low groan you got in response. “What was I doing?”

“On your knees…you had your mouth on me.”

“Was it good?”

“Fantastic. You were so hot…and you had, fuck, had me so deep…and you did…did that thing with your tongue.”

“You’ve always liked that,” you purred, nipping at his ear. “You sounded like you were getting close? Were you thinking about where you wanted to cum? Down my throat? On my face? My chest?”

“Chest. You…you always look so good covered in me.”

You hummed, giving him a few faster strokes with your hand before pulling away. H.R’s eyes opened, looking up at you in surprise at the sudden end. You smirked down at him, grabbing the chair and turning it so he was facing you.

“I don’t have the babydoll, so this’ll have to do I’m afraid.” You watched him stare at you, mouth slightly open and panting hard, as you dropped down to your knees between his spread legs. “That okay with you?”

H.R nodded frantically, fingers already curling into the arms of the chair. “Y-yeah.”

“Good.” Sliding your hands up his thighs, feeling the muscles quiver under your touch, you kept one hand braced on his jeans and wrapped the other back around his length, holding it steady as you wrapped your lips around the head.

Above you H.R moaned, the faux-leather creaking under the grip on his fingers. His hips twitched up but your hold kept him in place, giving you time to slowly work more and more of his cock into your mouth. You kept your eyes trained on his face. His eyes had closed again, but you loved the way his features contorted as he got lost in the feeling of the wet heat engulfing him.

Bobbing your head a few times, you pulled off to start leaving small licks and kisses to the hard length instead. H.R’s breaths came in short sharp pants as you all but worshipped his cock, trailing down then back back up again to suckle on the head. Swiping your tongue over the slit to catch the leaking pre-cum, he moaned loudly, entirely unrestrained for the first time.

“Y/N…good…so good…your mouth…exquisite,” H.R groaned, one hand dropping to wrap around the back of your neck, not pushing or moving, just resting as you took him all back into your mouth. “I love your mouth…I love you…love you so much…good to me…”

He kept babbling as you kept sucking, fingers flexing on your neck whenever you did something particularly good. Some of what he said was intelligible, just gibberish he couldn’t keep in as he got lost in the feeling. It didn’t matter. Knowing that you were the one doing this to him, that he was this much of a mess purely because of your mouth, made your head giddy and the ache between your legs even worse. You pushed aside your own desires for now, wanting to spend all your focus on H.R. He deserved this, to have his fantasy fulfilled.

“Y/N….Y/N…I’m getting…fuck…I’m getting…”

Redoubling your efforts, you focused on getting him to his peak. You dropped your hand from his hips, reaching to unbutton and push apart your blouse, determined to give him as much of his dream as possible.

When he started chanting your name and his hips started stuttering, you pulled back to start jerking him. “Look at me, H.R,” you said hoarsely.

He did as you ordered, blue eyes looking down at you breathlessly as you stroked him quickly, thumbing over the head every few times.

“Y/N!” Your name was a prayer on his lips as he came, ropes of thick cum splattering across your chest and collarbones, hot against your skin. His gaze never left you, watching as his cock painted you. You moaned with him, clenching around nothing at the feeling of his warmth trickle over you.

You released him when he started to soften and sat back, panting almost as much as he was. H.R looked wrecked. He was flushed, slumped back in the chair and breathing like he’d just ran a marathon. You smiled, feeling the warmth spread through you at the knowledge you’d been the one to reduce him to this.

“Good?” You asked, reaching up to blindly feel for the box of tissues you’d spotted on his desk earlier.

H.R nodded mutely, taking another deep breath to pull himself together a little, and held out his hand. Helpling you stand, he pulled you down until you were straddling his lap. He grabbed the tissues you’d failed to find, and cleaned the mess he’d made while you fully divested yourself of the blouse.

“Thank you,” he said, once you were clean, hands roaming your now bare torso.

You chuckled quietly, “Anything for you, bean.” You leaned in and kissed him, his tongue pushing against yours as he pressed you flush against him.

You got so lost in the kiss you didn’t notice H.R’s hand move lower until it found the hem of your skirt, only realizing what he was doing when you felt a long finger run along the wet patch on your panties, making you gasp.

H.R smirked against your lips as he repeated the motion. “You’re soaked, baby bean.”

“It’s what you do to me,” you said on a moan as he slipped his fingers under the cotton.

He hummed, running his fingers between your wet folds. “I think I should return the favor and give you your ‘welcome home’ present.” He found your clit expertly, thumb rubbing circles around and smirking even wider as he watched you squirm.

You dropped your head to his shoulder, face buried in his neck as he worked his magic. A long, thick finger pressed into you, swiftly followed by a second. Moaning against his skin, your hips rocked on their own accord as he pumped the digits in and out.

“I’ll never get over how magnificent you are. Tight and hot and wet, you, my darling, are perfect.”

“H.R…”

“Later I’m going to spread you out on the bed and make sweet love to you. I want you to be seeing stars when I go down on you until you’ve cum in my mouth over and over and over. And I can’t wait until I can push into you, and feel your heat around my cock. I can never get enough. Not only of the way you feel, but the way you look, the sounds you make, oh, kitten, they truly are divine.”

H.R never stopped moving his fingers as he spoke, curling his fingers inside you to hurtle you towards your orgasm. “H.R,” you mewled, clinging to his shoulders. “I’m close.”

“Then cum for me,” he purred, thumb rubbing at your clit.

It was what you needed to send you crashing over the edge, crying his name as he worked you through it, fingers pumping, thumb rubbing, until you collapsed boneless against his chest.

His hand left your panties and a few seconds later it came to rest on your back, rubbing soothing circles over your skin while you caught your breath.

“That was some present,” you murmured when you could speak, raising your head to smile at him.

“That was just a sample. Wait until I get you in bed, I’ll do everything I said and more.”

A shiver ran down your spine. “I can’t wait. But, shower first? Maybe food? I’m starved.”

H.R laughed warmly. It made you giddy. “We’ll get pizza.”

“Sounds good.”

H.R beamed at you, hand cupping your cheek to draw you into a kiss. “I’m happy you came home early,” he said against your lips.

“So am I. Though, if this is what I come home to, I might have to take business trips more often.”

H.R chuckled, “Trust me, kitten, you don’t need to go away for that.”

You kissed him again. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Welcome Home.”

[waatermelon-sugaar]

A Study In Intimacy

Nathan and Nightmares

Words = 1.6k

Summary = Nathan comforts you after a nightmare

Warnings = nightmares, implied insomnia, hurt/comfort

A/N = I genuinely think this is the fastest thing I’ve ever written :o

Edit = Posted to AO3

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Nathan often works late into the night. He’s not sure why, but there’s something calming about the night. He lives in the middle of nowhere, but there’s a silent weight that lands in the dark, reassuring and comforting.

He also likes to watch you sleep. It’s probably a bit creepy, but you are aware of the cameras. They make him feel like you’re there, next to him, even when you’re not. He spends hours like this, encased in the darkness of his lab, working away at the monitors in front of him, your little square in the corner.

You know that sometimes he watches you and when Nathan realised you knew, his heart felt like it stopped beating, although he’s not sure why. But you laughed at him, saying that you’d expected nothing less. You’d figured he’d rigged every inch of this place with cameras.

It amazes him, sometimes, when he thinks about how different the two of you are. You prefer to complete your work in the day, and you’re not interested in any of ‘his new-age crap’ as you’d called it, cooking proper meals instead. You prefer running to his boxing and you’re nice.

But you’re smart, just as smart as he is and when he annoys you, you’re not afraid to call him out on it. You enjoy drinking with him, and talking about anything and everything.

And you like to sleep at least 8 hours. More, if you can. But Nathan’s noticed you struggling recently. Subtle signs; the bags under your eyes growing, a stronger cup of coffee in the morning. He hasn’t said anything, but he’s seen the way you wake up in the middle of the night and lie there, wide awake, before giving up to read. Sometimes you go back to sleep. Sometimes you don’t.

Tonight is different.

You’re still asleep, but you’re moving uncomfortably in bed. The sheets are starting to tangle around you, and there’s a thin sheen of sweat beginning to develop on your skin. Nathan doesn’t notice at first. He’s turned away, pinning a post-it to a board and when he turns back, he doesn’t look at you for some time. Until you speak.

“No.”

A pause.

“No. You can’t, you-”

Your words are slightly slurred from sleep and panic. Nathan watches you for a second, his tired eyes focused intensely on you. He hesitates, then makes his decision.

***

When you wake, it’s with a gasp, tears streaming down your face. The sheets feel claustrophobic so you rip them off, trying to calm down your breathing. Your pyjama top is twisted around you, soaked with sweat, so you rip it off, throwing it into a dark corner, and leaving you in just your knickers.

You’re still gasping instead of breathing, great lungfuls of air that you can’t seem to absorb. But gradually, gradually, your breathing slows. And just as you start to think that you have control again, there’s a knock on your door.

Nathan.

You completely forgot about him.

Shit. The cameras. You feel exposed now, the air in your room suddenly too cold, and you’re hyper-aware you’re being watched. You raise your voice as you speak, wanting to be sure Nathan can hear you, quickly pulling on a long sleeved t-shirt. “Nathan, go away!”

You’re quite proud of how calm you sound, even as more tears fall. There’s a silence, and you relax slightly, thinking he’s listened to you.

But when has Nathan Bateman ever listened to you?

You’re climbing back onto your bed, tugging at the duvet, when there’s another knock. ��Let me in?”

And it’s definitely a question, even though the words are slightly muffled by the thick door.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

You can only imagine what he’d say in response to your tears.

“I’ll just sit here then.”

There’s a thud against the bottom of the door and you frown. What?

You’re dreaming. You must be. Why would he-?

So you ask. “What? Why…”

“I don’t think you should be alone right now.” Is the response to the question you couldn’t finish asking, and it makes your heart hurt.

You wipe at your tears, pushing it all down. “I’m fine!” You call out. And it would have worked too, if a large sob hadn’t escaped you at that same moment.

There’s silence for a long second, and you think maybe he’s finally listened, and gone. The thought makes the tears fall thicker and faster, so you sniffle, reaching for a tissue on your bedside table.

And suddenly you really want Nathan here. Padding over to the door, you push the button that opens it, only for him to fall backwards onto the floor. You look down at him in shock, as he rests his head by your feet for a second.

“Are you ok?” Your voice is quiet and thick with tears.

He doesn’t say anything as he stands, just wrapping his arms around you. You’re stiff, standing there as Nathan bends around you. He smells good, a mix of his detergent, the stuff he uses on his beard, and his sweat. He’s also ridiculously warm and comforting, and something about that makes you want to cry more.

You burrow your face into his t-shirt and let him support you, soft sounds coming out of his mouth as he tries to reassure you. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You don’t think you can speak, so you just shake your head, as though you can hide from the world in Nathan’s arms. You move your arms from where they’re pinned at your sides, hanging loosely around his waist instead.

Gradually you calm down, yet neither of you make an indication to move away from each other. It’s only when you try and stifle a yawn, that Nathan begins to unwrap himself.

“Go back to sleep.”

You’re shaking your head before he’s finished talking. No. You don’t want to. The only light is coming from the hallway, exposing your emotions, while Nathan’s face is shrouded in darkness.

“I’ll stay with you if you want, but you should sleep.”

You’re exhausted, your brain feels like it’s stuffed with cotton wool, and you can’t figure out what’s off about this. There’s something...different going on. It feels significant in some way.

So you let Nathan lead you back to bed, watching through hooded eyes as he tucks you in. He strokes your hair once, and then again as you fall into a fitful snooze. You’re aware that Nathan hasn’t left, but you’re not sure what he’s doing, slowly losing your grip on what’s reality and what’s a dream.

You’re aware that time has passed, but you don’t know how long, when you sit up again.

“Nathan?” Your voice is croaky from half-sleep, and you can feel how puffy your eyes are from crying. The only response you get is a low hum from the corner and it takes you a couple of blinks before you can focus on Nathan, sat in your chair.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone look so uncomfortable in your life. His eyes are half-closed as he watches you, something small and black in his lap, reflecting a light. “Go back to bed,” you instruct him.

He shakes his head. “I’m not leaving you alone.”

“I’m fine.”

“Then why aren’t you sleeping?”

God this man can be irritating.

“Why aren’t you?”

But then, so can you.

“You can’t answer a question with a question, sweetheart.” He’s smirking? Fucker.

Two can play this game.

“Well I just did.”

Nathan acts like you haven’t said anything, leaning back in the chair so the black square moves, facing towards you. He shuts his eyes, and just when you think he’s going to ignore you for the rest of the night, he speaks. “Go to sleep.”

“I will if you go to bed.” Will you fuck.

Nathan just leans back further in his chair, eyes still closed and then the black square lights up. His phone. You’ve never seen his home screen. Not even his lock screen. He’s got one of those black-out screen protectors so you can’t see unless you’re facing his phone dead on. Which you are now.

Even from across the room, you recognise the picture. You remember the day it was taken, when an early snow had come and you and Nathan had hiked to the top of the glacier to watch the sunset. It had been a beautiful day, and Nathan had taken a picture of you standing at the edge. A couple of fir trees were in the background, with the orange sun reflecting off the snow.

You hadn’t realised he was going to take a picture when he called your name and snapped just when you turned to look at him. There was something in your face, that even you couldn’t read, but it was a good picture.

And it was his lock screen.

But that was months ago. Months. How long had he had it set like that?

And maybe it’s the picture, or maybe it’s the memory of how good his hug felt or maybe a combination of the two, but you keep talking.

“Or a bed. Any bed. Mine if you don’t want to leave.”

His eyes snap open.

There’s a long silence as you both look at each other. It’s long enough that although you’re technically still awake, still sitting up, you’ve gone a bit brain dead from tiredness. To the point that you don’t notice when Nathan crosses the room to you, only when he sits on the edge of your bed.

“Budge up.”

You oblige him, only lying down when he does. When you speak, your words are slurring a bit from tiredness.

“Don’t be a duvet hog, ok?”

Nathan just laughs as he pulls the cover over the both of you. “Don’t worry about that, sweetheart.” You just nod firmly as you turn to face away from him, mumbling a ‘good’ into the pillow.

You can feel Nathan laugh behind you again, before he presses a kiss to your temple.

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Hunting Dogs (proxies x reader) Chapter Three

"Yes, mom. Yes, I know. I'm aware..." You repeated the same lines over and over in  a different way each time, hoping that would tell your mom "I fucking get it" but nope she went on until you nearly shouted, "Fuck! I'm gonna be late, call you later, love you bye!" you said in all one breath, pressing the end call button and tossed your phone onto your bed.

In reality, you had plenty of time; roughly 40ish mins until you had to clock in. The events that were held last night replayed in your mind as you brushed your teeth. You began to question if it was real or maybe it was the stress of life getting to you. But you didn't think you could crack that easily from pressure, especially with as dramatic has being a witness to a innocent old man getting killed or three masked men chasing you to your home.

"Damn cold weather." you groaned, noticing a small trail of blood leaving your nose and onto your pajama shirt. You leaned forward, grabbing some toilet paper and try to stop the bleeding while searching through your closet for appropriate clothing for work. The only uniform you would have to wear was a name tag and apron.

Plugging your phone in for another few minutes as you had forgotten to charge it the night before. The current battery level was at 34%. You didn't know how long you were going to be at work and if you were gonna be granted a break or not so, it was best to charge it so you didn't die of boredom.

After a few minutes your bleeding nose cleared up and you threw away the red stained tissue into the trash, fixing your appearance in the mirror before grabbing your phone and tossing the cord away. You walk through the small hallway and downstairs to where you were able to leave your apartment. Opening the door, you peaked your head out of the room trying to see if there was anyone in the hallway.

You weren't paranoid, you just didn't really like your neighbors as they were really loud or there was a few that liked to get in your business, but it wasn't necessarily a bad type of nosy, it was more so that you were new and young in a bustling city with no family members to support you if needed.

You locked your door with your keys before stuffing them into your pocket, debating whether or not to keep them out somewhat so if something happened again it would be easier access, but there was also a chance of them falling out. Sighing, you just tucked them safely deeper into your pocket, walking down the long hallway.

Rain was drizzling down onto the sidewalks as you opened the iron gate and your shoes hit the damp concrete. You didn't know whether to be relieved or slightly bugged as a rainy day meant very slow business and you could catch up on other work, but slow day also meant having nothing to absolutely fucking do and- and that meant you were gonna be somewhat wet and cold as you walk to work and possibly from.

"Ah, the only reason why I give you business Mr. Baldwin- Y/N!" Mr. Saka gave you a frantic wave and you chuckle, giving him a slight wave. "Morning, Mr. Saka. If I didn't know any better I would say you have a crush on me." Mr. Saka howled in laughter. You weren't the type to say stuff like that to older men, but you and him had a different relationship where it was just strictly playful words and nothing else. He had no feelings for you and vice versa, you both enjoyed each other's personality and company. He wasn't a creep either, so there were no red flags either. Plus, you had to admit you were kind of scared of his wife, Catherine. Though, she was rarely joined with her husband the moment you see her you don't know how to form sentences or know if you're doing your job right. She was just a customer but she definitely gave off heavy vibes of taking charge and just seemed like that even if she was in a very good mood.

He open his mouth about to speak before the door made a jingle sound and a girl with auburn hair that looked messy, but like in a fashionable way? She quickly fixes her shirt, brushing off the nonexistent fuzz on her shirt and looks around before spotting you. "Oh! You must be Y/N! Mr. Baldwin said to talk to you when I first get here-" she grabs your hand, shaking it while remaining an intense stare into your eyes. She was smaller than you but a bit scared of how someone could have energy like this it in the morning. "Did he? Well, I don't think I caught your name. " you said, not recalling your boss mentioning her name the night previous. "It's Kristine, nice to meet you." she smiles brightly and you couldn't help but return a smile as well. Damn, she's contagious.

"Right, well, let's show you the basics around here and I'm sure Mr. Baldwin will give you a uniform and start training you. " You said and excuse yourself from the conversation you and Mr. Saka were having.

It took roughly twenty minutes showing where equipment were at the store, briefly explaining their use, where to clock in, areas around the restaurant where she would most likely be, introducing her to the other workers (which honestly she mostly did herself before you could open your mouth) where the schedule was located and explaining the cut off date for paydays and such as well as the best time to request a day off if needed. "I can take it from here, Y/N. " Mr. Baldwin said, smiling softly and you nod, walking away and breathing out a sigh of relief. It wasn't much of a chore, but you were afraid of leaving out information as that was your first time having someone go to you first and having to take on a role, plus she was very bubbly for like 8:15 a.m....without coffee or some stimulant.

Reaching the front of the store, you turned on the coffee makers and look over at Mr. Saka who was looking outside as it began to rain even harder. You sigh through your nose, grabbing a mug and pour coffee into it and grab three packets of sugar, handing it over to him. "On the house." you say and he smiles slightly, nodding in 'thanks' before tilting the cup to his mouth.

The morning process was pretty tedious and you never really liked it as you had quickly caught on when your boss first trained you. Not much was expected from you, not in a bad way, just mostly people came here for the food and no one really came in during the mornings unless for coffee or light breakfast. As of right now, there was only Mr. Saka.

Yep. Today was definitely going to be slow. You walk towards the booths and tables, pulling chairs down and cleaning the tables off a bit, hearing the door open again and three men came in, wiping their faces from water droplets. They didn't look familiar at all, but one of them seem to have notice you as the man with brown hair that was long enough to cover some of his view from you if he didn't flip his bangs away from his eyes nudges the guy next to him. You had to admit, he was sort of buff looking and had great sideburns. He looks up at the other man, glaring daggers until the third man with a stubble and very short brown hair took notice of you.

You didn't like the vibe you got from them, but you just shook it off as they were just new and you didn't know what to expect from them. You look down, avoiding their eyes before they went up to the bar, sitting down on the stools across from Mr. Saka. You stopped your progress with the tables and walk over to them. "Anything I can get for you this morning?" you ask politely, eyeing the coffee pots as they finally fill up to the white line.

"Two black coffees and-"

"Caramel frappe, extra whip cream-" The two older men look at the one who ordered the frappe with a annoyed look. "Yeah, sure, coming up." you say and went over, grabbing two of the smaller mugs for nonspecial coffee and poured the coffee into it, giving it to the two men before walking over and started making the caramel frappe. "You guys new here? I didn't recognize you." you started the conversation, hoping to confirm why you felt off with them but try your best to keep your cool.

One of them had cleared their throat before speaking, "Yeah, we moved in last night." You nod, adding the whip cream onto the coffee and caramel drizzle.  Mr Saka took his chance to speak, taking in the rain and then at the men, "I hope you didn't have to go far to get here considering the type of weather we're having today." he sighs and takes another sip of his coffee.

The man with sideburns answers him, "We live just around the corner." Your body grew goosebumps and you nearly let out a gasp, replaying the scene in your head from last night. Were they aware of what happened last night? But nonetheless, you had a feeling that a question like that shouldn't be the one you need to focus on.

Three men last night had chased you from around the corner,

three men came in and said they moved in last night and live around the corner!

You swallowed thickly, grabbing the cup and hand it over to the other man who took it almost instantly and started slurping the coffee. His eyes widen at the taste and he smiles. "This is pretty good." he says and you smile a bit more at the comment. "How convenient." Mr. Saka said to the side-burn man. You snorted at what you had named him and the four men look at you and you wave it off, "It's nothing, just thinking."

Mr. Saka chuckles, nodding his head and continues to talk to the other men. You went back to the tables and make sure everything looks good before hearing your name being called. "Y/N!" you groan, walking to the back room. "Yes, Mr. Baldwin?" you peek your head in, groaning as you had seen what he wanted from you. Piles upon piles of empty boxes needed to be taken out, luckily they were already broken down, but you didn't exactly want to get wet and cold from going outside.

But either, you walk over and mutter to yourself and took as many boxes you could with one hand, using the other to push open the back door immediately your hair blocks your few and is soaked. You ran to the dumpster, quickly throwing the boxes but something caught your attention.

You walk over to it, kneeling down and grab it, minding the needle at the end. It was the syringe from last night with a purple liquid dripping out, making you drop it. You hadn't touched whatever was inside, but the thought that you probably had touched the edge of the broken pieces made you think that that was bad enough. You swallow, staring down at it for a moment and noted your foot placement. You stood in the same spot a man had died last night.

Speaking of which; Where is the body? Did someone call 911 and they took care of it?  More disturbing thoughts came in roll as your way of thinking changed, Did stray dogs or cats start get a head-start? No, there was no way. Did...did the men come back after chasing you and hide his body? "Y/N I'm not paying you to just look down at the ground, C'mon. " your boss said and you sigh, walking away from the syringe and back instead. The apron had protected most of your clothes and just seems like your hair had been the victim of the rain as you got back inside. "I'll get the boxes later, Y/N you just go back to the front. " he says and you nod, not wanting to argue with him as you were still disturbed from what you found.  When you came back, the three men were gone but a small note was left.

"What's this?" you ask out loud and Mr. Saka shrugs with a smile on his face, "Maybe one of the gentlemen's number, aye? A social life wouldn't hurt." he says and you reach from the folded note, expecting what the old man said, but what you saw on it confused you until you caught on.

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[chilling-seavey]

Anything But Mine - Lucy’s Birth Story

A/N June 24th is an important day in the ABM universe...I figured we can take a little read to find out why! Hope you enjoy 🧡 + be forewarned about plenty of fluff included here 🥺 

A/N2 Also this pic of Daniel omg you can’t tell me it doesn’t look like him seeing his new baby for the first time 🥺 all that emotion in his expression

T/W Idk if this counts as a trigger warning but there are detailed descriptions of labour and delivery!

W/C 8.6k words

Daniel kept himself busy after the wedding to support their little family, spending long days in the studio with his university friend, Jack. Money was tight but comfortable and with extra funds that Callum managed to get from his and Florence’s parents back in LA, they had purchased a three-bedroom apartment as soon as possible. Clementine and Penelope loved their home, playing on the balcony as much as they could in summer as they said the 56th floor made them feel like the Queens of the city. Once the end of November came around, they were often stuck inside due to the weather starting to drop, playing under the grand piano in the living room.

Florence was cleaning up from dinner when her phone rang. Daniel always called when he was leaving work.

“I can’t wait to come home.” he said right when she answered. She could hear him getting into his car in the background.

“Me too. We missed you at dinner.” Florence replied, wiping her hands on the dish cloth that was hanging over her shoulder.

“I haven’t even eaten yet.” Daniel sighed. “I’m so tired.”

“Pick up something to eat on the way home.” Florence suggested, glancing to the two young girls across the room before she added, “and I need you to pick up something from the drug store if you can.”

“Sure. What do you need?”

“A pregnancy test?”

The silence on the other end made her smile softly. She could picture his face exactly; his wide eyes and discrete smile.

He was quiet a moment before speaking, “Yeah…I can definitely grab one. Do you think-”

“We’re not jinxing it, Dani.” Florence chuckled.

“No, of course not.” Daniel smiled widely. “I’m on my way.”

Every evening when the front door opened and Daniel came in from work, the girls dropped what they were doing and ran for him, throwing their tiny arms around him. This night was no different as he bent down to greet his daughters, pressing equal amounts of kisses to their heads. Daniel glanced up at Florence who was stood in the archway, leaning against the wall. He stood up and handed her the small bag from the drugstore with a wink, leaning in to kiss her once.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“Daddy! Can you play with us?!” Clementine asked loudly, bouncing on her toes.

“I think it’s almost bedtime, Clemmie girl, don’t you think?” Daniel brushed a hand through her messy blonde hair.

“No.” Clementine frowned, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Tomorrow I will. I promise.” Daniel assured her. “We’ll have story time tonight in the big bed, okay?”

The girls shrieked excitedly and ran off down the hallway towards the master bedroom. Daniel took the moment of silence to hug his wife, sharing their quiet ‘I love you’s, before he was called by the girls down the hall.

After two storybooks amongst a mound of pillows and the duvet, the girls started to drift, wrapped up in his arms. Florence took Clementine to bed and Daniel took Penelope, tucking them into their beds in their own rooms. The two young adults met back in the hallway, standing with a few feet between them.

“I’m like…a few weeks late.” Florence said.

“That’s a good sign.” Daniel replied.

“Not for sure though.” Florence added.

“That’s okay. Do you want me with you?” Daniel asked her quietly.

“Of course.” Florence nodded.

They found themselves in the ensuite, staring at the unopened box of two pregnancy tests on the counter. They stood there a while, Daniel waiting for Florence to make her first move. He glanced at her.

“They won’t tell us anything if you don’t take them.” Daniel chuckled.

Florence took a deep breath and took the box with her to the bathroom. She shut the door and got to work. Daniel sat on the counter waiting for her, finishing the now cold take-out from McDonald’s he picked up on the way home. She came back out and washed her hands, leaving the two tests in the opened box between them.

“I don’t know why I’m nervous.” Florence whispered, leaning her hands on the counter.

“I thought you wanted another one?” Daniel frowned, pulling lightly at her arm so she moved to stand between his legs.

“I do. So bad. Maybe I’m nervous that it will be negative.” Florence sighed.

“So we try again.” Daniel shrugged, taking her hands in his. “And again and again and again-“

Florence rolled her eyes at him through a smile, letting him press a kiss to her lips. They fell into silence as they waited, hands together.

“I’ve never been with someone when I do this.” Florence admitted. “It’s kind of nice.”

“Isn’t it?” Daniel smiled.

“Thank you for being here.”

“You’re my wife now, remember? I gotta be here with you for everything.” Daniel said, taking her face in his hands. “No going through things by yourself anymore.”

Florence took the front of his shirt in her hands and pulled him in for a lingering kiss.

“Can we look, yet?” Daniel finally mumbled against her mouth. “I’m dying here.”

“Yeah.” Florence said, picking up the box again. She dumped both tests into her hand, hiding the screen face down. She passed one to Daniel and kept one for herself.

They both stared down at the hidden tests in their hand before looking back up to each other.

“I’m nervous!” Florence shrieked quietly, bouncing on her toes a little.

“Count to 3, okay?” Daniel smiled, reaching out his one free hand to hold hers. “1…2…3…”

They both turned the screens face up in their palms, each showing a clear pair of solid pink lines.

“Dani…” Florence breathed, squeezing his hand.

“2 lines is good, right?!” he asked quickly, looking up at her.

“So good.” Florence nodded, tears welling in her eyes.

“Oh my gosh.” Daniel whispered, hoping off the counter to wrap her in a tight hug. “We’re gonna have a baby. Together this time.”

Florence laughed lightly against his shoulder, staring at the positive pregnancy test in her hand, “I love you.”

“I love you so much.” Daniel smiled.

“But seriously, Dani.” Florence pulled back from their hug, “I’m worried. Penelope came so early. The doctors said it was from the stress I was constantly in and I don’t want that to happen again. We lucked out with her health but-“

“There’s no reason to be stressed this time.” Daniel assured her, brushing her hair back form her face, “I’m going to be with you through everything. Every doctor’s appointment and everything.”

“Don’t promise that.” Florence chuckled. “You have a job.”

“The last two times you had to do so much on your own. I want to be here for everything. We’re going to do it right this time. I promise.”

~~

Christmas was only a few weeks away and keeping such a big secret was agonizing. They had planned the announcement for Christmas and swore themselves to secrecy. Daniel had to somehow see Jack almost every day at the studio and not say anything. Their first obstacle was telling their two girls who they knew had to be told first. Christmas Eve brought the perfect opportunity, the small family back in Vancouver with Daniel’s family for their annual Christmas visit. Still in their dresses and stockings from church, Clementine and Penelope were each handed a wrapped box as the family of four sat on the rug in front of the lit Christmas tree and warm fireplace, Daniel’s parents and siblings sitting around the couches. It was always a tradition to open one gift on Christmas Eve so this wasn’t unusual to the girls.

Clementine, who was closing in on 5 years old quickly, tore open the paper excitedly, her 18-month younger sister desperately trying to keep up. Inside the boxes were a set of pyjamas for each of them. The candy cane patterned sleeves and trim on the shirt matched the pants, Florence and Daniel both having their own matching pair in their room. The girls’ had writing on their shirts, however, the I’s of the red lettering were peppermint wheels reading ‘Big Sister’.

Clementine could read hers easily, the fact easily understood since she had been a big sister for 4 years. Penelope simply stared at hers, the 4-year-old not quite grasping full words yet.

“What does it say, Penny?” Florence asked.

“I dunno.” Penelope giggled shyly.

“Hers says ‘Big Sister’ too.” Clementine said. “That’s wrong. She’s the little sister.”

“She won’t be for long.” Daniel said through a smile.

“Oh my gosh!” Anna shrieked, clapping her hands over her mouth. “You’re pregnant?!”

Florence laughed and nodded lightly.

“No, you’re not!” Keri gaped.

“Yes, we are.” Florence giggled as Daniel pressed a kiss to her cheek, tucking his arm around her shoulders to pull her close.

The adults got up to share eager hugs and congratulations, a few happy tears being shed in the process. The young girls stared blankly at them, not quite grasping what was happening.

Christian bent down between the girls, “You guys are going to have a little brother or sister.”

“A baby?” Clementine looked up at her parents.

“Yeah, Clemmy girl, a brand-new baby!” Daniel smiled, sitting back on the rug again.

“Are you happy?” Florence asked as she joined him.

“Yeah.” Clementine shrieked suddenly, tossing the tissue paper in the air and nearly hitting Christian in the face.

“What about you, bug?” Daniel asked their soft-spoken second daughter. “You want a brother or sister?”

Penelope’s little smile brightened at his gentle acknowledgment, her rosy cheeks hiding behind her new pyjamas as everyone looked at her. She nodded gently, her soft giggle muffled by the clean fabric.

“Mommy’s having a baby, Nell!” Clementine yelled, tackling her younger sister onto the carpet.

“Clem, you’re more excited than all of us combined.” Florence laughed, grabbing the eldest by her waist and pulled her onto her lap.

“Do you want to see a picture of the baby?” Daniel asked the room.

“Yes please!” Penelope kicked her legs in the air, her red dress flying up by her head.

Daniel pulled her towards him by her ankles before taking her hands so she was on her feet. She draped her arm around his shoulder and the rest of the family gathered around behind them as he unlocked his phone to open the email from the doctor’s office. The black and white image of the little blob filled his screen.

“Wow.” Clementine breathed, leaning over to get a better look as the room awe’d gently. Penelope pulled the hem of her dress up to bite at, her wide blue eyes scanning the still image awestruck.

“Who do you think it looks like?” Daniel asked, gently pulling the dress out of her mouth.

“Me!” Clementine shouted.

“You?!” Florence laughed.

“Where is the baby?” Penelope whispered, leaning her head on Daniel’s.

“In my tummy.” Florence said.

“Why?”

“Because that’s just where babies grow.” Florence shrugged.

“How did it get there?” Penelope yawned.

“Yeah! How did it get there?” Clementine added, looking between her parents.

“Oh, Lord.” Christian laughed loudly, stepping back and headed for the kitchen, “I’m going to get a drink.”

Daniel chuckled nervously, telling his daughters, “A little magic from the wedding.”

“Do I get some too?” Clementine asked.

“Not until you get married which isn’t for years and years from now.” Daniel said.

“Many, many years.” Keri jumped in, scooping up her granddaughter. “Even more than your Mommy and Daddy waited.”

Daniel glared playfully at her, making the adults laugh.

“Why don’t we get into our pj’s and then have story time by the fire before we have to get into bed?” Florence suggested.

And that’s what they did, the four of them changing into their matching pyjamas for their last Christmas as a family of four, cuddled up on the couch with a picture book, their extended family joining with mugs of tea around the living room too. Daniel had his arm around his little family, lazily twisting a strand of Florence’s hair around his finger as she read out loud.

It was the one night a year the girls didn’t want a second book, eager to get to bed so Santa could come. The girls were tucked into bed and things in the living room were taken care of by the adults before they were off to bed themselves, cuddled up together as light snow filled the city below.

~~

The new year came with fresh starts and busy days. Penelope needed to move into Clementine’s room since they needed room for the nursey. Florence wanted to get started early, often waking up early to work, Daniel finding her pushing an entire dresser down the hallway at 6am. He constantly had to pull her back to bed, trying to convince her to let him take care of the big things.

The girls loved to talk to the baby, pressing their sticky hands to her small belly anytime they could. They shared many stories too and Clementine often came home from Junior Kindergarten with paintings for the baby which would be put safely in a book.

Each doctor’s appointment was finished with glowing reviews, everything progressing smoothly and, as promised, Daniel was there for each and every one. It was at their 20-week ultrasound that Florence was handed the sealed envelope that contained only a folded piece of paper. For both her pregnancies, she waited until the birth to know the gender since she didn’t feel the need. This time, Daniel insisted on a gender reveal party, giving Michael and Luke Clifford the privilege of finding out first and planning the whole thing.

It was during March Break when spring was starting to poke through the melting snow and Clementine would have the whole week out of school. All their family and friends came, even Daniel’s family flew in for the week, everyone dressed in either blue or pink for which ever gender they guessed.

That morning, Daniel came into the ensuite bathroom in all white, buttoning up the final button on his collared shirt.

“Where’s your colour?” Florence asked from her spot at her dressing table, fastening her earring.

“I don’t want to wear a colour because I don’t want to make the baby feel bad if they’re not what I guessed.” Daniel shrugged, leaning down next to her. “I’m going to be happy either way.”

Florence glanced at her sky-blue dress in the mirror and pursed her lips.

“You look beautiful.” Daniel whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek, his hand falling to her swollen belly.

“Maybe I should wear white too.” Florence said.

“You don’t have to.” Daniel chuckled, moving to the sink to brush his teeth.

“I was thinking boy because I haven’t had any morning sickness this time but my other two I did.” Florence said quietly, eyeing her dress before looking back to him.

“So stay in blue.” Daniel answered through his toothbrush.

“No…I’m going white too. We have to match.” Florence tisked, getting up from her chair to find a white dress in her closet.

Her sudden stop made Daniel frown, “What’s wrong?”

“I think I felt a kick.” Florence breathed, setting a hand on her stomach. Daniel got rid of his toothbrush and joined her, setting his hand next to hers. Sure enough, a tiny flutter moved under their palms.

“We have a tiny dancer on our hands.” Daniel smiled softly.

Florence let her right-hand fall to the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair, staring at his wide eyes and parted lips, his expression full of awe.

“I love you.” Florence whispered.

“I love you too.” Daniel grinned, leaning in to kiss her.

“Are you almost ready in there? We need to get going soon!” Callum called from the hallway.

Florence quickly switched into a white dress and heels and they joined their little family in the living room. The girls were both wearing light blue overalls with pink undershirts since they both kept switching between ‘boy’ and ‘girl’ every five minutes. Callum and Aidan both went with blue.

“You’re cheating!” Clementine shouted, pointing at her parents’ white outfits.

“We can’t break the rules if we made them.” Daniel said with a wink.

Michael and Luke had everything set up in the ballroom space of the apartment building, the same place Clementine had her first birthday. Everyone was already there, helping themselves to snacks and drinks. It wasn’t long before Daniel and Florence were directed to the front of the room, Clementine and Penelope joining them beside a large black balloon held by Michael. He handed it to the two little girls, giving them the instruction to hold tightly to the string so it wouldn’t float away.

When the room was quiet, Luke passed over a safety pin to Daniel and one to Florence. On a count to three, they were to pop the balloon and the confetti inside would reveal the gender.

“I’m nervous again!” Florence giggled.

“It’s a boy and I’ll bet money on that!” Callum called from the front of their small group.

“Willing to make that a bet? $50. It’s a girl.” Christian held out his hand.

“Deal. I know my sister.” Callum shook on it. “It’s a boy.”

“Ready?” Daniel smiled to his wife.

“So ready.” Florence leaned over to kiss him, the two girls between them laughing excitedly.

“3…!” Luke started. “2…1…!”

The pop of the balloon filled the quiet room and pink confetti rain down on the family of four. The little girls shrieked excitedly, jumping up and down in their own world. Beside them, Florence was more than shocked, falling into Daniel open arms.

Despite the shouting and laughing that took over the room, it felt like it was just the two of them. She could feel a tear fall onto her shoulder and Daniel held her tighter.

“I love you so much.” He whispered, his voice wavering.

“I love you.” Florence smiled, taking his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his.

“I believe you owe me money, Mr. DiCaprio!” Christian shouted over the excitement in the room.

~~

The remainder of the second and well into the third trimester was spent with Daniel waiting on her hand and foot. Florence didn’t like it at first, feeling badly that he was doing it all, but Daniel insisted, doing everything he could to keep her relaxed with her feet up. He took Clementine to school every morning and picked her up on his lunch break, he took charge of bath time for the girls and cleaned the apartment, and even (tried his best) to make dinner every night.

Florence really missed him throughout her last pregnancy as he was such a comfort through the end of her first, being the only thing to help her sleep in those later months. She basked in it this time, though, refusing to let him get out of bed until he was almost late for work. Not that he complained, he would have given anything to stay like that all day.

Even as summer came around and the apartment was always sweltering, Daniel had his arms around her like he would never let go. It was a vision of love and protection Florence never knew she really needed.

And one June morning, no earlier than sunrise, Florence awoke suddenly. Daniel’s arm was draped lazily over her waist with his bare chest pressed to her back, soft breaths let out against her neck. Sweat was pooling at her hairline and she gently slid his arm off of her and he shifted sleepily onto his back. Florence sat up, pushing the heavy duvet off of her to try and get some cool air. It wasn’t unusual that she was extra warm during her final few weeks as growing a full-term human wasn’t an easy task, so she merely took a second to catch her breath.

A small sharp pain made her flinch, pressing a hand underneath her swollen stomach. It was only when she started to make a move to get out of bed that she noticed the wet sheets. Her discovery was punctuated with a warm cramping spreading over her hips.

Florence looked to her right where Daniel laid, his brown hair sticking up in all directions and lips set in a small pout as he slept soundly. She gave him a small nudge, “Dani.”

He shifted tiredly to face the other way, pulling the blankets higher over him.

“Sweetheart.” Florence pulled them back before shaking his arm. “Daniel.”

He rolled over to face her, blinking open his tired eyes to try and focus on her, “You okay?” he asked groggily, reaching a hand to her arm.

“My water broke.” Florence whispered.

Daniel’s still half-asleep face took a second to register what she said before his mouth was falling open. He looked down to her lap that was still covered by the duvet.

“Ok. That’s okay.” Daniel jumped out of bed, almost tripping over his own feet as he scrambled to her bedside in only his underwear, tugging on a pair of pyjama pants in the process. “Are you hurting?”

“A little.” Florence frowned. “She’s 3 weeks early, Dani. We did everything right I don’t know why-“

“Hey.” Daniel took her face in his hands. “It’s okay. Remember the doctor said 37 weeks is fine. That we should expect early because of last time. 37 is good.”

Florence nodded.

“I’ll call the midwife?” Daniel offered.

“We need these sheets changed first.” Florence frowned.

“Of course. Do you want me to take you to the living room?”

“I can go if you take care of this?”

“Okay.” Daniel tilted her chin up to press a kiss to her lips.

“I’m sorry.” Florence mumbled as he helped her to her feet.

“Nothing you need to apologize for, darling.” Daniel smiled, “You’re having our baby today.”

Once Florence made it to the living room, she sat herself down on the couch and called the midwife. It was barely 6:45 in the morning and by Florence’s reflection of her state, the midwife said she would come by for 8, telling her to time and note any contractions or important details.

As soon as they hung up, a sharp pain shot through her side and Florence gasped, clutching onto the back of the couch. Of course, it was just when the girls woke up, rushing out of their shared room and down the hall to the master bedroom like every morning. But they found it empty, bed striped and lights on...but empty.

Clementine and Penelope stopped in their tracks, smiles fading with confusion.

“Good morning, my girls.” Daniel greeted them sweetly as he walked back into the master bedroom from starting the laundry.

Smiles back on their faces, the two girls rushed him with hugs until he scooped them both up in his arms.

“Where’s Mummy?” Penelope asked quietly, her head resting on Daniel’s bare shoulder.

“In the living room. Let’s go say good morning.” he carried his two girls across the apartment. Florence was still on the couch and he set the girls down so they could greet her. The last morning of just the four of them.

Florence was forcing a smile through her steady pain, welcoming her daughters’ innocent smiles and excited hugs and kisses.

“Uncle Callum is going to spend the day with you, does that sound nice?” Florence asked as Penelope curled up on her lap. Clementine skipped off after Daniel to help him prepare breakfast a few feet away in the kitchen, shouting her agreement to that statement with excitement.

“What about you?” Penelope whined gently.

“Dad and I have to get ready to meet your baby sister. We think she’s going to be here soon.” Florence explained.

“Today?!” Clementine shrieked from her spot on the kitchen counter.

“Maybe.” Daniel smiled, petting her hair back from her face as she dropped two frozen waffles in the toaster.

“I want to meet baby sister.” Penelope whispered.

“Me too.” Florence smiled, pressing a kiss to her head.

When breakfast was ready, Daniel called the two girls to the kitchen table, setting two plates in front of them with glasses of apple juice. Florence stayed on the couch, another small contraction washing over her. She held tightly to the couch cushion to avoid making a scene in front of the girls, eyeing the clock on the wall that read 7:23.

Daniel finished cutting up the girls’ waffles before he joined Florence in the living room. He bent down in front of her and set his hands on her stomach.

“How are you holding up, sweetheart?” he whispered, glancing up at her with worry in his light eyes.

“Alright so far.” Florence breathed, pushing a hand through his hair.

“Do you want breakfast?”

“No. I’m okay. You eat.” Florence smiled.

“I’m too excited to eat.” Daniel admitted quietly, leaning up to kiss her as he stood up again. “Callum should be here any moment now.”

“Okay.” Florence sighed, taking his hands in hers.

He leaned down to kiss her once more before heading back to the girls.

“Daddy!” Clementine shrieked through a mouthful of waffle, “We can see your boobies while we eat!”

“Then don’t look.” Daniel teased, pressing his finger in her side to make her squeal with laughter.

“Yucky!” Penelope added, sliding off her chair and ran off towards the kitchen with her plate before he could grab her. Sure enough, he scooped her right off the floor, blowing a raspberry against her shoulder. Penelope squirmed in his arms, trying to push his head away from her through her laughter.

The knock at the door had Clementine running for the foyer, Penelope wiggling enough to have Daniel put her down to join her sister.

“You two get your bags and kiss Mommy goodbye.” Daniel instructed, steering them towards their room.

He opened the door for Callum and Aidan, gesturing them inside with a tired welcome.

“Gosh, Dan, pull up your pants. Do you always walk around like this?” Aidan tisked, eyeing his friend’s bare torso and Calvin’s band that was peeking out from under his plaid pyjama pants.

“No wonder my sister got knocked up again.” Callum teased.

“Oh, Callum George, stop it!” Florence called from the living room. The young men joined her, Callum greeting her with a kiss to her head.

“Uncle Cal!” Clementine called, running over to him and threw her arms around his leg, her tiny suitcase discarded in the middle of the room. Penelope stuck with Daniel, curling one arm around his leg shyly.

“Good morning, Clem.” Callum smiled, picking up his niece and sat her on his hip.

“Mommy’s having baby sister today!” Clementine said proudly.

“I know! That’s why you’re going to have a sleepover with us!” Callum explained.

“You excited, Nell?” Aidan asked the youngest, crouching down to her level.

“Yes.” she smiled shyly, her dark messy hair falling over her eyes.

“Shall we head out then?” Callum said. “Center Island won’t wait for us!”

“Center Island?!” Clementine shrieked, her mouth falling open excitedly, looking between him and her mother.

“Yeah! So lets say goodbye and get going!” Callum bent down so she could kiss her mother goodbye.

“Behave yourself, you.” Florence chuckled, kissing her daughter’s head.

“Come here, Penny.” Florence said to her youngest who slunk away from Daniel to climb up on the couch to hug her.

“Have fun with Cal and Aidan, okay?”

Penelope nodded, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Call if you need anything or if anything happens.” Aidan said to Florence, bending down to hug her.

“I will.” Florence agreed.

They headed towards the door, Aidan taking the small pink suitcases in hand.

“Come on, bug.” Daniel said to Penelope, holding out his hand to lead her to the foyer.

“I want to stay with Mommy.” Penelope frowned.

“I’ll take good care of her for you, I promise.” Daniel said sweetly, “You get to go have fun with you sister while we do all the work. When you get back to Callum’s tonight hopefully you can see pictures of baby sister.”

“I want to see her now.” Penelope whimpered, setting her little hands on the baby bump.

“Me too, bug.” Daniel pressed a kiss to her head. “Soon though.”

“Callum and Aidan are going to make sure you have so much fun today.” Florence promised, petting back her daughter’s hair. “Maybe even buy you an ice cream.”

Penelope tried to hide her cheeky smile behind her hair.

“Come on, Nell!” Clementine shouted from the foyer.

“Kisses.” Daniel requested softly, puckering out his lips. His youngest giggled and kissed him once and offered one to Florence before sliding off the couch. She ran after her sister to get her shoes on.

With the girls out of the house, the moment the door closed, Florence let out a pained groan she had been holding in since she woke up.

“What can I get you?” Daniel asked softly, returning back to his place in front of her, running his fingers through her hair.

“Nothing.” Florence breathed, pushing herself up from the couch ungracefully. He helped her with a hand around her waist. “I’m just going to walk a bit before the midwife gets here.”

With her pacing the hallway, Daniel tidied up the master bedroom a little bit, singing quietly as he worked. His soft voice always calmed her and she let her eyes close as she took one slow step at a time down the hallway.

When the midwife arrived, she helped Daniel get the bed re-made and Florence to lay down again. She checked her out a little.

“Looks like you’re already 5cm. Seems like you’ve been in labour for a few hours now. I’m surprised it didn’t wake you.” she chuckled.

“Gosh...it hasn’t been that bad.” Florence said.

“That’s good then. Being able to get as much rest as you can is important. Contractions are steady?”

“Every 5 minutes.” Florence answered. “Short though.”

“That’s okay. Let’s see if you can sleep anymore.”

“I don’t think I can.” Florence admitted.

“Too excited?”

“Just a little.” Florence smiled.

Daniel came out of the walk-in closet in jeans and a white t-shirt with his hair brushed and face shaved. “How are we looking?” he asked.

“Halfway there.” The midwife said.

“Oh, that’s so good!” Daniel smiled.

Florence shifted in her place, whimpering slightly as another contraction came upon her. Daniel climbed next to her and took her hand in his. She leaned on his shoulder with her eyes shut tight, clinging onto his hand.

“They’re getting worse?” The midwife asked.

Florence nodded.

Daniel let his free hand press softly against her cheek and kissed her hair, resting his head on hers. He rubbed his thumb in soft circles over hers.

Florence wanted the calmest and most relaxing birth possible, opting for a home birth for optimal comfort over the unpleasant hospital. The midwife was familiar with home births and throughout the preparation had given good suggestions. Daniel purchased an entire store worth of unscented candles.

Labour was slow but definitely calm, Florence finally getting in the bathtub to try and lessen the growing pain. The bathroom was dimmed to candlelight as she rested with her eyes closed in the warm bath, Daniel sat on the floor against the counter with his guitar on his lap, playing away slowly. His soft voice filled the silent apartment, keeping his eyes on his labouring wife across from him. Her blonde hair was damp at the ends where the water reached, her fingers tightening their grip on the edge of the bathtub, the water sloshing slightly as she flinched in pain.

Daniel hated seeing her like that, small tears welling in his eyes as he kept his voice steady, plucking gently at the guitar strings.

“Dani.” Florence whispered into the air.

He was at her side in an instant, brushing her hair back from her face, his other hand resting over hers, “I’m here, sweetheart.”

Florence licked her lips slowly, her eyes still shut, “Hurts so bad.”

“I know, baby.” Daniel kissed her head. “You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you.”

“Can I have some water?”

“Of course.” Daniel reached behind her to the half empty glass, switching hands to rest it against her lips. She took it from him, a shaking hand holding the glass as she sipped. She handed it back to him and he set it down before shifting so he was sitting on the tile floor, kissing her hand.

She fluttered her eyes open, smiling weakly at him, holding her hand against his cheek.

“I love you.” Florence sighed.

“I love you so much.” Daniel leaned in to press a kiss to her pouted lips.

“Can you help me out? I’m kind of chilly now.”

“Of course.” Daniel got up and helped her carefully stand up in the tub, taking her hands to steady her as she stepped onto the bathmat. He draped a towel around her and dried her off, helping her out of her wet bathing suit.

“Sorry, I just-“ Florence leaned forward, tightening her grip on his shoulders and let out a trembling groan.

“Good girl.” Daniel whispered, rubbing his hands over her back. “Breathe through it.”

She let out a steady exhale followed by a soft inhale. When the contraction passed, she stood back up, offering him a pout.

“Let’s get you dressed.” Daniel chuckled. He reached behind him to the counter, grabbing her a clean nursing bra, getting her in it gently. He left the towel draped around her waist, one arm taking hers and the other grabbing his guitar, helping her back to bed. The midwife gave her a second look over, timing the contractions at 2 minutes apart, lasting almost 30 seconds.

“We are moving things right along!” she said. “We’re between 7-8cm now. Doing just fine.”

“I could feel her moving down.” Florence said tiredly, offering a smile to the room.

“That’s good.” the midwife said, pressing her hands to her belly to check the baby’s position. “She’s a well behaved little one too.”

“What time is it, Dani?” Florence asked.

“Almost noon, sweetheart.” he replied, pulling a black tank-top from his dresser drawer as his t-shirt was damp from the bath water.

“Oh gosh.” Florence sighed, resting her head back against the pillow as he changed quickly before sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.

“You’re doing great work, Florence.” the midwife said with an honest smile. “How are you feeling?”

“A little nauseous.” Florence admitted.

“That’s from the pain. Have some water and take nice deep breaths. We can try moving to a better position.”

The midwife helped her kneel on the floor, arms holding the side of the bed. Florence, already tired out, leaned her head against her arms on the mattress, groaning lightly with each steady breath.

Daniel sat behind her, rubbing slow circles over her lower back.

“We have a natural on our hands.” the midwife smiled at him.

“I know.” Florence chuckled breathlessly.

Daniel blushed at the form of flattery, massaging her back and her hips strongly, peppering little kisses over her shoulder.

“Ow-“ Florence scrunched her eyes closed as another contraction hit.

“You’re doing so well.” Daniel praised, his warm hands easing her pain the best he could.

“Fuck...” Florence gripped the bedsheets in her fist.

“Bad one?” Daniel asked. She nodded. “You’re so strong, baby. So amazing.”

She gasped out of her contraction, taking a second to catch her breath before speaking, “Why did we do this again?”

“We’re doing it right this time, remember?” Daniel reminded her gently, keeping his hands rubbing circles over her back. “Bringing another little girl into our life the right way. Together. Because you’re the love of my life...the strongest woman I know...the one and only person I trust to carry my child. Our third baby. Our missing piece.”

“Fuck, Daniel. You’re making me cry.” Florence chuckled through her forming tears.

“Gotta make up all the missed time somehow.” Daniel said, kissing her shoulder.

“Stop with your missed time.” Florence whispered tiredly. “We did everything in perfect time. Anything different and we wouldn’t be here right now.”

“You’re right.” Daniel sighed, draping his arms around her waist to rest on her belly. He leaned his head against her shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Florence chuckled, resting one hand over his.

Another contraction came quickly, having her resort back to her double fisted grip on the bedsheets, groaning into the mattress. Daniel kept his arms around her, swaying her hips gently as he hummed a soft tune against her skin. She had only a moment to breathe again when the contraction died down, her head resting on her arms in her small squat, breathing deeply. She let out a sob into her arms as another contraction washed over her, her body clenching painfully.

“They’re much closer now.” Daniel said aloud, putting soft pressure against her lower back and hips. He could feel the heat radiating off of her and he waved his hand by her face to try and cool her down. He didn’t see the midwife leave the room but she was soon handing him a cool, damp face cloth and he thanked her quietly before running it softly over Florence’s shoulders and neck.

“Deep breaths.” The midwife instructed, getting on the ground with them to check out the process of the baby. “Almost there.”

“Almost there.” Daniel repeated.  

“I want to lay down. My legs hurt.” Florence whispered, burying her face in the crook of her arm.

“Whatever is best for you, dear.” The midwife agreed, helping Daniel get her to her feet and back onto the bed. She checked the baby’s heartrate and position again, making a few notes before taking a step back to let Florence breathe. Daniel was curled up next to her, pressing the cool cloth to her forehead and cheeks, following the breathing techniques with her. Florence’s hand was holding the front of his shirt, her eyes scrunched closed and her grip tightening as she contracted again, letting out a small cry of pain.

“Do you want me to sing to you?” Daniel asked quietly.

Florence nodded quickly, biting down on her bottom lip.

He ran his thumb over her lip to make her release it, offering his free hand for her to cling onto instead as he chose a gentle song and sang quietly into the dimly lit room. His voice seemed to echo through the empty apartment, running his thumb over hers, keeping his damp eyes focussed on her face. The curtains were drawn, closing off the bright afternoon sun and leaving the room to candlelight and the single table lamp set up on the dresser for the midwife to work. The soothing scent of lavender wafted from the candle on the right-side night table, just enough to bring a sense of serenity and calmness to the room.

With each contraction, Florence kept her breathing steady, burying her face against Daniel’s chest with her hand gripping his shirt, her other held securely in his. He kept the cool cloth blotting her forehead and neck, the icy dampness relaxing her more, his soothing voice keeping her focussed on something other than the radiating pain. Every minute exactly, she was whimpering against his chest, pulling him close. Daniel’s voice quivered seeing her in such a state but he forced himself to stay strong for her. He had never been a part of the labour process and it absolutely broke his heart to see her like that.

One strong contraction in particular had her letting out a small shriek, flinching intensely in his arms, “Daniel.”

Daniel couldn’t hold back the small sob that fell from his pouted lips, wrapping his arms around her securely and pressed kisses to her head. “I’m here, baby. I got you.”

“Go right into that, Florence.” The midwife praised softly, rubbing her hand over her back, “You’re doing so well.”

“I’m so sorry.” Daniel whispered against Florence’s ear, his quiet tears falling onto her bare shoulder.

Florence shook her head as the contraction died out. “Don’t be sorry,” she breathed heavily, shifting to look at him, holding one hand to his cheek, “God, don’t cry, Dani. It’s all going to be worth it.”

“That’s the spirit.” The midwife smiled, settling on her other side. “Now I’m just going to check baby’s heartbeat.”

She pressed the wand of a small machine to Florence’s bare stomach, the staticky rhythm filling the room. Daniel smiled softly as Florence looked up to him.

“I love you.” Florence whispered, puckering out her lips.

“I love you.” Daniel chuckled, meeting her halfway for a single sweet kiss.

He helped her through another contraction. Her eyebrows were furrowed through it, raising Daniel’s concern a little bit.

When it finished, she shifted onto her back to look towards the midwife, “Can you check me again? I think she’s ready to come out.”

The midwife paused as she checked her dilation, “Well, my dear, you are very in tune with your body. You’re at 10cm. Let’s get this baby out.”

“Now?!” Daniel gasped, looking between the two women.

“Whenever she feels the urge to push, yes!” the midwife chuckled, starting to arrange her things.

“Which will probably be in like 30 seconds.” Florence added lightly.

“Where do I sit? What do you want me to do?!” Daniel asked quickly.

“Calm down, Dani.” Florence laughed as the midwife had her sit up a bit more.

“You can sit behind her if you’d like.” The midwife suggested. “If that’s comfortable for mama of course.”

“Yeah, that works.” Florence nodded, letting Daniel slide his leg behind her. He leaned against the pillows and the headboard as she rested back against his chest. The midwife hurried to set down an extra towel under her and got her legs bent open.

“Okay, with the next contraction, you know what to do. Listen to your body.” The midwife instructed quietly.

Florence took a soft breath, letting Daniel set his hands in hers, linking their fingers together. Sure enough, at the next contraction, she felt the natural urge to push, a feeling that was always so surreal to her. She took a trembling breath before pressing her chin to her chest and pushed. It was nothing she hadn’t done before but it was still a lot, listening to the midwife’s steady count to ten before she could have a second to catch her breath.

“Another count of ten, honey.” The midwife said.

“Oh God.” Florence whimpered, shutting her eyes tightly as she pushed again.

Daniel kept his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over hers, watching her concentration and determination with wide eyes.

“That’s good.” The midwife said. “Catch your breath.”

Florence rested her head back against Daniel’s chest, her breathing shallow. Daniel started another breathing exercise, soon getting her to join.

“You two make a good team.” The midwife smiled up at them.

Florence hummed tiredly in agreement before sitting herself up a little bit more and pushing again.

“Good girl.” Daniel whispered, freeing one hand to pull her hair back from her face before falling to her hip.

“Fuck, Penelope was so much smaller than this.” Florence groaned through another push, her nose scrunched up with the effort she was putting out.

“Just means you’re delivering a healthy, full term baby now.” The midwife said softly. “Keep those pushes coming. You’re doing great.”

Florence took a breath before pushing again, groaning into it with her chin to her chest. She squeezed Daniel’s hand in her own, her right hand on his thigh to hold herself steady. He reached over to grab the paper fan from the nightstand, using his free hand to fan her with it, the cool air making her sigh thankfully.

“Doing so good, sweetheart.” Daniel whispered, peppering kisses along her neck and shoulder.

Florence groaned into the air, her eyes screwed shut, squirming in her place, “Hurts so bad.”

“Keep your legs open, honey. It will make it easier.” The midwife said, trying to keep open the labouring mother’s trembling thighs. Florence hooked her ankles over Daniel’s to ground herself, pulling his arm around her middle as she breathed out of another contraction. The next came fast and she pushed right into it, whimpering loudly.

Daniel could feel her whole body trembling and all he could do was hold her, tucking one hand under her thigh to help keep her legs open, watching over her shoulder as the midwife helped her through it.

“Her head is coming soon. We’re almost at the end!” the midwife announced, letting Florence sit back to breathe after two more counts of ten.

“Dani.” Florence panted, blinking open her tired eyes to him as her head rested lazily against his shoulder.

“You’re absolutely incredible.” Daniel whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I’m so in love with you.”

“I love you.” Florence mumbled. She breathed out deeply before another contraction washed over her. The midwife instructed her to pant light and she did, resisting the urge to simply push with all her might.

“We’re crowning now.” The midwife told them. “Nice steady push now, honey.”

Florence held her breath and tucked her chin down again, offering her a nice slow push, groaning loudly as she did.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow-” Florence cried, clinging onto Daniel’s hand. Taking a deep breath before pushing again.

“That’s it.” Daniel breathed, rubbing his thumb in soft circles over her thigh. “Good job, baby.”

After one more lengthy count to ten, the head was born. Daniel let out a little gasp at the sight of the wet light hair that was poking out between her legs.

“Strong push now, Florence.” The midwife encouraged. “She’s almost here!”

Florence leaned back against Daniel, taking both hands in her own instead of just one, tightening her legs around his, and pushed as hard as she could. Her head rested on his shoulder, her laboured breaths and whimpers against his neck, hands trembling in his as she brought their final little girl into the world. Daniel kept his eyes between her legs, watching completely uncensored as the baby was delivered into the midwife’s hands. And with Florence’s heavy sigh of relief, Daniel let out a small sob, tears spilling down his cheeks as the baby at the foot of the bed let out her first cry.

“1:56pm. June 24th. A beautiful baby girl.” The midwife announced with a wide smile, wrapping her up in a blanket and placed her on Florence’s chest. She instinctively wrapped her arms around the newborn, her own tears trickling down her cheek.

Daniel was right with her, his cheek almost pressed against hers as he stared down at the new arrival wrapped in white. Her shrill cries were nothing but the most beautiful music to his ears and he cried tears of joy along with her.

“Hi, baby.” Florence whimpered happily. “Oh, Dani, look at her.” Florence turned her head a little to look at her beautiful mess of a husband beside her.

“She’s perfect.” Daniel cried, leaning in to kiss her sweetly. “I’m so proud of you. I love you.”

“I love you.” Florence smiled, moving one hand to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

They stayed there a few quick minutes before it was time to deliver the placenta. It was quick and easy and Florence was honestly too wrapped up in admiring the new little girl in her arms to really notice.

The midwife took the baby to be checked out, weighing her in at 7lbs 11oz and measuring her at 20inches long. She was nothing but perfect; her health was pristine, the delivery went without fault, and soon the baby was quiet and nursing, swaddled in a soft purple blanket in Florence’s arms. Daniel sat beside them, running his fingertips ever so softly over the baby’s thin hair, watching her eat quietly.

“She’s so soft.” he breathed, pressing a gentle kiss to her head.

“I know.” Florence smiled.

“She’s ours.” Daniel sighed happily.

“She is.” Florence whispered.

The midwife came back in after her things were packed up and she was ready to go, “One last thing before I leave, we need to fill out the birth certificate so I can mail it to the government.”

“Of course.” Florence smiled, pulling her blanket that was draped over her shoulders farther over her chest for decency as if the lady who walked in didn’t just deliver her child.

“Does this little girl have a name that you’ve decided on?” she asked kindly, sitting on the end of the bed with her pen and paper.

“Lucy.” Daniel whispered, keeping his eyes on the baby, her tiny hand curling around his index finger. “Lucy Elizabeth Seavey.”

~~

“Aren’t you the prettiest little girl in the whole world.” Daniel cooed gently to the newborn who was laid on the changing pad at the end of the bed. She cried restlessly, tiny legs kicking as he fastened her diaper, her arms curled by her face. He leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek, “Well, out of those younger than 3. I can’t go picking favourites.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Florence chuckled tiredly, tucked into their freshly made bed in a new pair of pyjamas and the uncomfortable post-birth underwear the midwife gave her.

Daniel sent her a small wink before he was tugging off his shirt and gently lifting the baby to his chest. She curled against him, her loud cries softening as her head rested on his shoulder, sucking on her tiny fist. He walked slowly around the room, tossing his shirt in the laundry basket, throwing out the dirty diaper and put away the wipes and things. His steps were cautious, holding the newborn securely with one hand until he could rest at the window, rubbing soft circles over her back as they overlooked the busting city and the setting sun.

Of course, Daniel couldn’t help but sing quietly, offering the quiet room the lyrics to the Beatles song that was the newborn’s namesake. And, like both sisters before her, Lucy was asleep in mere moments by the heavenly voice that Daniel had been blessed with.

He sat himself in bed, making sure to keep the sleeping baby safely against his chest. Florence ran a gentle hand over the thin blonde hair that the newborn donned, before moving her fingertips to Daniel’s cheek, turning him to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“You’re so good with her.” Florence whispered.

“All in the practice.” Daniel smiled, resting his hand out for her to hold. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

“Tired and sore. But happy.” Florence smiled softly, giving his hand a little squeeze. “So happy.”

He returned it, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to her lips. He kept his one hand over the baby’s back as she slept against his chest, making sure he stayed perfectly still so she wouldn’t fall, staring down at her with nothing but love in his eyes.

“Look at her.” Daniel breathed. “We made her and now she’s real and I’m holding her and...”

“I know.” Florence giggled quietly, curling into his side a little.

“And she’s ours.”

“All ours.”

“Our littlest princess.”

Lucy stretched her tiny arms up through a sleepy yawn as if she was trying to drape them over his shoulders. She kept her cheek against his chest, breathing slowly with him.

“She looks so much like you.” Florence breathed, running the back of her index finger over the baby’s cheek.

“She looks more like you.” Daniel said. “All this light hair.”

“Her eyes and nose are all yours.” Florence whispered, gently tracing the curve of Lucy’s tiny nose.

When Daniel didn’t answer after a moment, Florence turned her head up to look at him. He was already looking at her, a soft smile on his lips.

“Thank you for our beautiful family.” He mumbled.

Florence pulled him in for a kiss, “Thank you.”

[g7mafiascenarios]

The Agreement.

synopsis : finally figuring out who Jaebeom is, he finally shows up in her floral shop after 3 weeks.

characters : Lim Jaebeom, Moon Soojin, The Moons

genre : mafia!jb, got7!mafia

a/n : curse words, mention of porn again, a little angst and this is a long one, can you imagine being grabbed by the chin by mafia!jb? I would faint!!

“Soojin, it wasn’t father who offered the idea of marriage. It was Jaebeom,”

Soojin gulped as she remembered the last sentence from Hyunjae before pushing him out of the room with her deciding that the conversation is over with ‘that’s enough’.

She was doing her usual paperwork- going to different desks to get necessary sources, trying to get things done before opening the floral shop - which she always does.

But her heels stopped as she heard a few voices in the pantry as she tried to make a turn.

“I heard the son of Mr Lim went missing,”

“Me too, heard he is going everywhere to find them,”

“There are also rumors our boss’s daughter and Mr Lim’s son are getting engaged though, why is no one taling about this?”

“Because… it’s their lives?”

Days passed and somehow she didn’t see Jaebeom walking past her own office for 2 weeks now. 

Even when she saw him, Soojin wouldn’t look at him or glance his way when he walked past her office to get through her father’s, which was inconveniently next to her office. 

But she could feel his intense gaze while trying to distract herself from looking at him - indulging herself to her laptop and papers.

Once he was gone, Soojin would sigh heavily as she turned her focus towards the hallway. 

But there was a part of her who wanted to talk to him, wanting to talk things out and maybe find a way other than having to involve marriage into this.

Soojin was too into her own thoughts, staring on the floor when a few gasps made her look upwards - to see the ones she had eavesdropped.

“Ms Moon! Are you okay?” One of them questioned while the others were looking terrified - Soojin knew they were asking themselves if she had heard their conversation. 

Soojin shakes her head before hurrying to return back to her own office, then to see Hyunjae who was leaning against her office door with crossed arms.

Once he heard the clicking sounds of her heels, Hyunjae looked towards where Soojin was walking - seeing him smiling a little.

“Why are you standing outside? You could just go in,”

“I have manners you know,” Hyunjae answered her as Soojin opened the door for him and he quickly closed the door. 

Hyunjae glanced towards Soojin. He is actually worried for her, in terms of emotional wise for now. But Soojin hadn’t shown any signs of being depressed - instead he would laugh next door, then finding out she was watching My Little Pony, The Simpsons and Mind Your Languae ; All Seasons.

Hyunjae didn’t know if he should be concerned or not. But he knew deep down she was very affected by this - seeing she would avoid having a single conversion with their own parents and Hyunjae had to be the bridge between them.

“You know that I am running out of time, right? I need to rush my way to the shop after I get this done - so better tell me whatever you want to say,” Soojin voiced out as she closed the big file, her eyes turning towards Hyunjae who by then was looking at her.

“It’s about Jaebeom,”

“What about him?” sighed Soojin as she looked away from him after hearing the one who’s been missing for 2 weeks.

“Do you wonder who he exactly is, Soojin?” 

Soojin turned towards Hyunjae as soon as he stopped the car right in front of her own floral shop - she still had 9 minutes before opening. 

Hyunjae offered to talk about him in a more private place - to him their office isn’t considered as there are ears everywhere.

“So who exactly is Lim Jaebeom other than the guy forcing me to marry him and the son of the mafia boss, Hyunjae?” Soojin questioned in a slightly sarcastic voice as she was met by Hyunjae’s slight glare.

His hands pressed a button, to reveal an opened glove box just in the middle of both seats - and there were a bunch of things in it, such as pens, notepads, tissues and a familiar blue packet.

“Is that a condom?” Soojin was about to grab the blue packet when Hyunjae instantly brushed away her hands, causing her to whine in pain. Hyunjae was digging his hand onto the box, finding something and soon Soojin saw what he was searching for.

It was an old, crumbled looking paper.

“What the heck is that?” muttered Soojin, and Hyunjae handed it to her.

“Look carefully,” said Hyunjae as soon as Soojin’s eyes set onto the paper which revealed to be a photo. 

Her features started to change to a frown, seeing that it was a childhood photo of her. 

“Aww, this is cute…” Soojin trailed off, admiring how they look like - seeing him hugging her from the back, seeing eye smile.

Soojin was about to mention it’s Hyunjae, but she stopped herself after seeing the familiar eyes and she had to look closely. 

Her gaze turned towards Hyunjae who was staring at her.

“Isn’t this.. Isn’t this Jb? Wait.. no.. don’t tell me..” Soojin muttered to herself, before imagining his face then to the picture.

This was the kid she used to call him Jb, the kid where she always spends her time with.

Soojin puts the real bits and pieces together.

“Please don’t tell me all this while this cute kid, Jb is the Lim Jaebeom,” whispered Soojin as she slightly shakes her head towards Hyunjae.

“I’m afraid I have to tell you that it is really Jaebeom, Soojin. Feeling dumb, doesn’t it?” confessed Hyunjae as he returned to his goofy self, seeing Soojin scoffing in a positive way - seeing her eyes tearing while staring at the picture.

It seems she starts to somehow remember her own childhood. 

But in Soojin’s memory, the kid was so sweet. 

He was so gentle, he was smiling every day and they would always play pretend - and it was embarrassing that she remembered they pretended to be a married couple.

How ironic it is that they are really going to be married.

“You don’t change, do you?” 

“Checking me out? Need me to come closer?”

“I’ll see you around,”

“I don’t get a handshake?” 

“But that doesn’t change the fact that he is going to marry me, without talking to me or asking me, Hyunjae. I don’t care if he is my childhood friend,” Soojin frowns deeply as she snapped her head towards him - seeing him sighing.

“You’re really stubborn, aren’t you?” Hyunjae whispered as he unlocked the door of his ferrari. He knew nothing was going to change Soojin’s mind and like daughter, their father isn’t going to change his mind about marrying Soojin to Jaebeom.

“Here, keep i—

“Hell no. That’s yours. It will be weird if I keep a photo of you and him. It’s as if I am your biggest fan,” Hyunjae cuts her off as Soojin was handing him the picture.

“If you say so,” shrugged Soojin as she puts the picture into her bag as she was about to get out of the ferrari.

“Get out and have a nice day!”

Soojin didn’t know how she could survive the whole day of customers basically coming in and out - not giving her a chance to sit and have a rest but still she was grateful as she knew it would help her company to rise in terms of stock.

Her eyes were always staring at the picture of her and Jaebeom - whom she just recognized in the picture, that was stuck to the board next to her.

She still can’t believe that it was him. 

Hyunjae was right, she was dumb not to recognize him.

The glares, which she thought were threatening glares towards her, were actually gals of reminders the way he would threaten her childhood bullied.

The fact that she didn’t even notice his presence as her childhood friend, instead she noticed him as the mafia’s boss’s son.

But one thing she noticed as she was spending 2 hours that’s going to be 8 at night cutting more stems and petals, there’s something unusual with the flowers. 

Even the elderlies commented about it.

“My dear, the flowers seem sad. Did something happen?”

“Cheer up, young one. The flowers are here for you,”

“Fun fact, my dear. Flowers suck up your worries and negative emotions. That’s why almost all of the florists are happy for the sake of the flowers,”

Soojin was too into her own thoughts and mind that she didn’t even realize some flowers were on the verge of dying. 

“I’m sorry..” muttered Soojin as she picked up a nearly dead rose when the sound of the doorbell rings, causing her to stand up. 

She was a little pissed that someone dared to come in when she had already put all the displayed flowers outside into the shop since her floral shop only opens in the morning then to afternoon.

“I’m sorry, the shop is closed! Please come—

 Her words cut off by her own as soon as she met eye contact with the one who was in her mind the whole time. 

This time, he looks like he had run his way here with his hair being a little messy and him only wearing his usual business attire except without his blazer on. 

But of course, he didn’t run his way since Soojin saw the familiar car parked outside her shop.

Soojin stood frozen with the dead flower on her hand.

“It’s been a while. Where have you been?” She decided to start the conversation, this time she would try to be more confident to make eye contact with him. 

Jaebeom’s eyes widened slightly, seeing that she was somehow different from the times he would be with her. 

“I have been running here and there. Have a seat, I assume you have been told by Mr Moon and Hyunjae about the arranged marriage.”

“So you finally came here to confront me about your offer of marriage? After what? About 3 weeks when we are about to get engaged in a week's time? I hope you decided to find another solution other than marriage because there are others I could think of,” answered Soojin with a slight scoff. 

How brave of her to answer me,

As much as Jaebeom wants to throw a tantrum too, he knows nothing is going to stop him - or her own parents, from marrying her.

Everything was already settled.

His eyes moved towards the paper then towards Soojin who was already sitting on the stool, looking towards him - waiting for him to speak his words.

“If you think I’m going to discuss ways other than marrying, I’m afraid I have to destroy your thoughts.” announced Jaebeom with a slight smirk, wanting to see her reaction as she rolled her eyes.

“I know, everyone already told me about it so I’m not surprised,” answered Soojin with a slight sigh. Jaebeom handed a piece of paper towards her, causing her attention to shift towards it.

“What’s this?” 

“A few things that you’ll receive when we are officially engaged and what I expect in return,” replied Jaebeom as soon as Soojin took the paper from his hand.

“You mean like a contract?” rephrased Soojin as her eyes turned towards him, already seeing him leaning against the spot he had previously leaned on the day he somehow opened up to her.

“More towards an agreement,” Jaebeom tilted his head slightly as he answered, then gazing at her as she scans through the paper.

Soojin raised her brow slightly.

By signing to this agreement, these are the following Ms Moon Soojin have to do : 

Moving into Mr Lim Jaebeom’s penthouse,

Acting as a married couple after things turned official ONLY in public 

In return Ms Moon Soojin is allowed to freely live her life.

Mr Lim Jaebeom expects the same from you, allowing him to live freely.

“What the hell..” Soojin whispered as she looked up towards him, smirking slightly. 

There is literally nothing to smirk about.

“What if I don’t want to sign this agreement, or worse, I do not even want to marry you?” Soojin questioned, trying to see what he would do or react. 

While making eye contact, Jaebeom silently walked towards her as he stood in front of the counter - then slowly leaning towards her, Soojin could see that his eyes turned intense as well as the air.

Jaebeom’s eyes wavered into her own before turning towards the only pinned picture on the board that had actually caught his attention when he arrived at the floral shop.

He knew she remembered him.

“Well you see, baby. I’m not doing this for fun. If I could, I wouldn’t even want to marry you. So stop being stubborn and sign the damn papers before I had to use force,” Jaebeom whispered impatiently as their faces were inches away, eyes still staring at each other.

The way he said it, it’s as if he married her by force which doesn’t involve feelings.

Soojin was already slightly glaring at him.

“Now you’re using force? I didn’t know my childhood friend turned into a violent man,” It was Soojin’s turn to smirk slightly and in just a second, Jaebeom’s finger was only on her chin - slightly tilting her chin as his eyes landed on her lips.

“I’m more than violent, Jinny. I’m afraid the kid you once saw me has vanished so don’t think of me as the same Jaebeom who used to love you. As people change, feelings change too. So sign the fucking paper and I expect it to be returned by tomorrow,” Jaebeom instructed at the same time sounding a little rough - his eyes immediately looking away from her lips, his free hand going towards her luscious locks, caressing her hair.

Soojin was utterly shocked, seeing and hearing how different he is. 

The fact that he is literally using force by grabbing her chin plus touching her hair - and the way he tells her, it’s as if he was threatening her.

Once Jaebeom let go of her chin, Soojin did the unexpected. 

Instead of tearing the agreement into pieces and throwing it into his face, she decided to sign the paper.

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⇿ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[whatsseobb]

Don’t Wanna Lose Your Love Tonight (Crystal x Gigi Fanfic) - One Shot

AO3 Link

[A/N: So I am pretty sure I am not the only one blown away by Gigi Goode’s gorgeous video earlier. 

This made me write a CryGi one shot/smut for you all. 

I was also somehow inspired by One More Chance, a Filipino romance film but it was just one scene from it. 

I also included the AO3 link if you wanna leave a comment or kudos or something. 

Oh. Hi DGFC! I just wanna say I love you all.

Anyway, here it goes. 

WARNING: There’s some ice play involved. Let them be kinky.] Synopsis: She gently bit on to the ice cube, slightly biting onto Crystal’s lips as well before she pulled away and crashing the ice between her teeth, letting the pieces melt in her mouth. “I swear you would have regretted letting me go tonight.” 

Don’t Want To Lose Your Love Tonight

  The sound of keys shaking echoed into the hallway as a tall ginger-haired girl nervously entered the apartment. She closed the door behind her and looked around the area, her eyes trying to memorize every nook and corner of the place she once considered her home. The place were once filled with memories that she and her girlfriend shared through the years that they have been together.

Gigi let out a deep sigh as she brushed her long fingers along her ginger mullet, picking up an empty box lying around before going to the bedroom, taking a few decorations and items she owned. She looked at the fake flower in the middle of the night stand. It was the first rose she received from Crystal back in their college days. It was the first Valentine’s Day they have spent together and the young couple back then promised to each other that they will love each other until the plastic rose died. The ginger rolled her eyes with a big smile on her face as she remember the cheesiness and sweet words they have exchanged. It surely was cringe-y but it was her girlfriend’s way to show her love. She didn’t mind at all.

The door swung open and was shut, a shorter, brunette girl entered the apartment, slowly walking to the bedroom as she noticed Gigi picking up her clothes and putting it inside her suitcase. “Where are you going? What do you think you are doing?” She tried to grab the pile of clothes from her hand but was shoved away.

She was brushed off by Gigi, tears in her eyes, as she packed away her things. “Let go of me. I’m busy. Don’t touch me.” Her bitchy voice echoed the small place but Crystal wasn’t taken aback. She was used to this girl and her twelve different personalities after living with her for several years already. She watched her pack away her clothes, snatching a black lace lingerie from the girl.

“Don’t take this, leave this with me. You know that this is my favourite suit of yours, other than your birthday suit.” Instead of a smirk that she expected from the girl, Crystal just heard a grunt from Gigi before leaving her to go their bathroom.

She picked up every bottle that she owned, her makeup and skin care products before walking back to the room and dropping it inside her luggage. Crystal followed her tracks, watching her as she picked up her toothbrush and a few pictures they hanged on the bathroom mirror. “No no, I bought that toothbrush. That means it’s mine.” Angrily, Gigi returned it to the glass holder before facing the shorter girl and showing pictures of herself.

“I suppose I could take these. These are my pictures.”

“I’m the one who paid for them to be printed out.” Gigi was starting to find her annoying as she watched over her packing away her stuff. She shoved her pictures on the other’s chest before rushing back to the room. “Ouch, my boob.”

Crystal looked at the photograph of the smiling Gigi, a very different one from what she was seeing right now. It was a candid picture she took when they had a picnic by the lake, back when they were just mere students, which she accounted as one of her favourite dates they ever had. It surely was a fantastic day for both of them, Crystal remembered, as she reminisced the first time they confessed and exchanged their “I love you”s. It was truly a memorable one and Crystal was not yet ready to let go of that memory. She pasted the picture of the girl she loved the most back to the mirror before following her to their, her room.

She saw Gigi standing on top of their bed and was about to grab the sketch of the house they both dreamed of having one day. Crystal was just teasing her earlier, with the toothbrush and the lingerie she wanted to keep, but this drawing, this dream, she can’t have her take it away from her. It was one of the things she truly cherished and hold on to. She was not ready to let it go.

The shorter girl immediately ran up the bed and held on to the frame. “No. Not this one. This is mine.” She said with a slight lump on her throat.

“But I made this. This is mine, Crys.” Gigi fought back, grabbing the frame and tried to snatch it out of the other girl. However, Crystal was strong. She was determined to keep that gift from her.

“This was a gift. You gave me this on our third anniversary. You can’t just take it back. This means so much to me. You do.” She was not afraid to be vulnerable towards the other lady. When she decided she wanted to be with her for as long as she can, for as long as she lived, she was sure to put her walls down and just be completely her around Gigi.

Gigi was furious. She jumped out of the bed, screaming. “Ugh. Everything is yours. Even when we are breaking up, you’ll still be the one who gets to decide. When will I get to decide, huh? Why does it always have to be you, you, and you?” She stormed out of the room and went to the living room to grab some ornaments and other framed pictures that belonged to her. She tiptoed to reach the top shelf of their book case to reach the photographs of her in Crystal’s apartment. It hadn’t been touched in a while and so dust have collected around it. That made Gigi let out a cute little sneeze.

“I love you.” Crystal unknowingly blurted out as she was watching her from the door when she heard the sneeze coming from Gigi.

As if she developed a reflex, the taller girl immediately replied, “I love you too.”

The brunette girl couldn’t help but smile, it was one of the many things she found adorable about her girl. She walked closer to her, bended down to reach the tissue box on top near the edge of the coffee table. Her eyes were too focused on getting the box that she didn’t notice another figure bending down to reach it. The taller girl was trying to get it, she was paused in her track as she noticed the other girl’s face approached closer to her. She stared at her, mesmerized by her charm as if it was the first time she have seen her face. Her hand missed the box, accidentally tipping it and letting it fall to the floor.

Crystal bent lower to pick it up, not seeing the glass table on her way, bumping her forehead against the corner of the coffee table. A loud groan echoed the living room as Crystal dropped to the floor and pressed her palm on her forehead. “Fuck.”

The taller girl panicked, anger slowly fading away from her body, as she watched her girl winced in pain. She quickly ran to the kitchen and brought some ice from the fridge, putting it on a bowl. She grabbed a paper towel and hurried back to where Crystal was. She settled herself on the floor beside her, wrapping a few ice cubes with paper towel. “Let go of it.” She swatted her hand away from her forehead, seeing a slight pinkish bump on the other girl’s skin. “Oh no, Crys. This is gonna be a little bit painful.”

Crystal watched as she was being taken care of by her girlfriend. It made the corner of her lips turn up into a smile as she let her press the ice cubes against her forehead. “Ah.” She flinched as the coldness of the ice touched her. It was contrasted by the warmth of Gigi’s skin against her cheek as she held her face, trying to comfort her from the pain of the bump. Looking up at her, her face inches away, made her sure that it would take a really long time for her to get over this girl. Or maybe never. She considered her as her home. They both were comfortable with each other, too comfortable that they were just their true selves around each other. They were each other’s person. It had been that way. Changing it after years would make a real difference and impact in both of their lives.

“I can’t let you go yet.” The shorter girl whispered as she continued staring at the girl’s face above her. She took in a deep breath, inhaling her sweet scent. “I will miss you.”

“Remember, you were the one who wanted to leave me? You told me that in the middle of that fuc-“ Tears started welling up in Gigi’s eyes as she looked at the girl underneath her straight into her dark orbs.

“I’m sorry, Geege. Please stay.” Her hand reached to cup her cheek, caressing her soft skin.

“Not because I’m helping you with your bump, it means things are okay between us.” Gigi pushed herself away, letting the ice cubes fall on Crystal’s shirt, soaking it wet.

“Oh shit, that’s too cold.” The shorter immediately unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her ample breast which were covered by a white lace brassiere that Gigi loved against her tan skin.  Her eyes traced on the other girl’s skin, making her gulp the lump forming on her throat.

“Go get some fresh clothes, Crys. You’re gonna get sick.” The other girl moved closer to her, her arms snaking around her tiny waist to pull her girl closer. Gigi immediately pushed her away, her eyebrows furrowed on her forehead.

“Stop. You’re not yet forgiven. Plus, you said you’re the one breaking up with me.”

“You know I never meant it, Gee. Please come here, I need a hug.” She tried to pull the ginger-haired girl closer to her which was rejected once again.

“Crystal, stop it. I’m serious. If you won’t stop…” Gigi looked around the area, trying to get an idea of what she was going to use as a warning for Crystal. She saw the bowl of ice that she got for her for her bump. “I will throw all these ice on you.”

The other girl smirked at the idea. She looked at Gigi and leaned her face closer to her, jerking an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that? You know how much I love it when you use ice.” To tease her further, she took one ice cube and put it in between her teeth, looking suggestively towards the taller girl.

“I hate you.” Gigi stood up, pushing the girl towards the ground before walking back to the kitchen to fill in the ice cube tray. She stood by the counter, holding the almost empty tray when she felt a figure standing behind her, a hand pressed against her petite hip as the figure leaned closer to her, the other hand brushing her ginger mullet to the side. She slightly jumped in surprise as she felt the tip of the cold ice cube on the base of her neck, a shiver running down her spine as goosebumps covered her skin. “What are you doing?!”

“Shh, baby. I know you like it.” Crystal traced the ice cube against her pale milky skin, turning it slightly into pink at the cold touch. Gigi was frozen on her place, closing her eyes as she let her head tilt to the side, giving Crystal access to her neck. The shorter girl closed the distance between their bodies, pressing her chest against Gigi’s back, the taller slightly rolling her hips against hers. She took a deep sigh before she put down the ice tray, facing her lover.

Gigi had her arms wrapped around the brunette’s neck, leaning down to close the gap between their faces. She gently bit on to the ice cube, slightly biting onto Crystal’s lips as well before she pulled away and crashing the ice between her teeth, letting the pieces melt in her mouth. “I swear you would have regretted letting me go tonight.”

The taller girl flipped their position, letting Crystal lean against the counter as she pushed herself against her. Her hands were on her thighs, lifting her up onto the counter as she let her hand reached to the ice tray to get the remaining cubes left that were unused. Her face was a few inches away from her, in which Crystal noticed and tried to close the distance but Gigi pulled away. “No.” The shorter girl let out a sigh of disbelief as she watch the other girl put the cold square in between her teeth.

Gigi leaned in to let the ice touch Crystal’s lips, before she trail it down onto her neck. The girl in her arms flinched at the touch, throwing her head as she arched her back exposing her almost-bare chest to the tall girl. The ginger smirked, her fingers tracing irregular lines on the sides of the other’s waist while she put the ice inside her mouth but not swallowing it. She planted kisses on the brunette’s skin, feeling her shiver under her touch.

The other girl took Gigi’s hand and placed it on top of her chest which the other ejected as she leaned closer to the counter for support. It made Crystal groan, rolling her eyes as the other teased her with the ice. She let a hand reached back on her own brassiere, letting it unhook freely as the white lace garment slipped off on her smooth skin, dropping onto the kitchen floor. Gigi glanced at the present in front of her, smirking before pulling out the ice in between her teeth once more.

The coldness touching her skin caused her heart to beat faster inside her chest. Gigi moved down, tracing the ice on the brunette’s bare chest, making circles around her nipples without touching them. The other let out a loud moan as she wrapped her legs around the taller girl’s waist, pulling her closer to her. The sounds coming from her lips were unending, perhaps it was getting louder from time to time, which was music to Gigi’s ears. She looked up to watch her girlfriend’s face before she moved down to let the tip of the ice touch Crystal’s nose ring, making the other girl whine at the coldness of the cube against the metal ring. “Fuck.”

Oh yes, that’s what I am planning to do. The ginger thought to herself, the smirking on her lips not disappearing, as she pressed the cube harder against Crystal’s nipple. The other melted against her touch, her knees trembling as low moans escaped her lips. Gigi didn’t waste a chance, she used her free hand to roam on her skin, finding its way towards her other breast. She massaged it gently, her thumb brushing up against the exposed nipple. The taller girl exhaled with a “mhm”, sending vibrations on Crystal’s pierced nipple.

Crystal used one hand to grasp on to Gigi’s ginger mullet, guiding her mouth where she wanted it to be, while the other hand reached for the buttons of her shirt, removing them one by one with shaky fingers. “You’re getting impatient, huh?” The ginger just let her, helping her remove her top before throwing it to the floor. She let go of the first nipple and went to the other, giving the same treatment with the use of the cold ice. After a while, she lifted her head up to meet eyes with her lover. Crystal closed in the distance, feeling the ice getting smaller against their tongues as they shared a rough and hungry kiss. Their lips moved in harmony against the other’s mouth, tongues fighting for dominance as they dance inside the space between their wet caverns.

With the extra strength brought to her by adrenaline, Gigi carried Crystal towards the bedroom, their lips still locked in each other’s kiss. The only time it was broken was when the ginger dropped the girl on top of the bed near the headboard before making her way outside the bedroom to get the bowl from the living room while removing whatever piece of clothing was left on her body. The shorter girl did the same, hiding under the covers as she removed her bottom clothing as well her underwear, pulling the sheets up to her chin as she waved the garment to the air, teasing Gigi who was standing by the door with the bowl of ice in hand. She placed it on the nightstand beside the bed, getting one piece of cube and swirling it against Crystal’s cheek, making the skin it touched redder.

Gigi positioned herself by the foot of the bed, laying down on her stomach as she dove under the sheets. She leaned her torso in between Crystal’s thighs, leaning closer to her bare chest. She continued what she was doing earlier in the kitchen, massaging the softness of her breast while letting the ice between her lips wonder on her skin. She shifted lower, the ice making its way to Crystal’s bare stomach. It made the girl underneath her arch her back because of the icy touch. She drew circles on her tummy, distracting her from the hand slowly coming in between Crystal’s thighs. Gigi felt the dampness down below, making her smirk once more as she looked up at the girl, meeting with her half-lidded eyes.

“I know. Just fuck me already.” Crystal groaned as she threw her head back, feeling the taller girl’s thumb rubbing against the area she needed most to be touched. The circles drawn on her belly button matched the ones on her inner thighs. “Gee.” The brunette moaned as she felt a finger being pushed inside her, sliding smoothly because of the pool of wetness she had. It didn’t take long before another finger found its way inside, thrusting in and out of her.

Gigi slid lower, placing her head between Crystal’s thighs as she traced the tip of the cube lower to her crotch before she pressed it against her spot, sending signals all over the other girl’s body. She winced and moaned and flinched, her knees wobbling underneath Gigi as she forced the ice harder against her skin, her digits curling up inside her as she continue to finger the brunette. All Gigi could hear was her name escaping Crystal’s lips, alongside with low moans as she continued to fuck the girl. She could feel the walls tightening around her fingers, letting her know how close she was to her climax. That made the ginger pull out her fingers, she placed the ice cube on Crystal’s belly button before placing her head back in between her thighs, her face inches away Crystal’s core.

“I’m watching you, love. If you keep on looking at my direction, I’m not gonna let you come.” That statement made Crystal whine, as she took another look under the sheets, gazing at the irresistible view of the ginger in between her legs. The taller girl pinched her plump lips, licking the tip of her fingers, having a taste of the shorter girl, her eyes locked on her gaze. “I’m serious. We have all night long to postpone it. Do you really want that or are you going to obey me?”

The brunette groaned in frustration before putting the covers on top of her, looking at the ceiling. As soon as she followed orders, Gigi pressed her wet muscle on Crystal’s core, making the other moan her name louder. She took the ice from the button and traced lines on her inner thigh as she darted her tongue inside her, tasting the wetness in between. She let out soft hums, sending another set of vibration to her girlfriend as she felt the other’s hand grasp on to her mullet once more. In just a matter of seconds, Crystal let out her loudest groan, her knees and back dropping on to the bed as she reached her climax. Gigi continued circling her tongue inside, letting the girl ride her high. She licked the outside clean, smirking at the sweet taste of her girlfriend.

The taller girl crawled beside her, still under the sheets. “Can I now look?” The ginger giggled before Crystal pulled the sheet on top of her head, seeing the girl gorgeously laying on top of the bed on her stomach, biting her forefingers as she stared at the brunette. “I love you, Gee.”

The ginger moved closer, closing the space between their faces as she kissed the girl, letting her have a taste of herself through her mouth. In no time, the brunette spun her around, hugging her from the back. Her lips trailed kisses down her long neck, her ginger hair brushing up against Crystal’s cheeks. Her hands were all over Gigi, cupping her breast, with her thumb and forefinger playing with her bare and sensitive nipples. Her free hand moved to the nightstand, grabbing an ice cube to return the favour to the other girl.

“How are you always so goode with everything, love? How do you want me to return the favour?” She whispered against her ear, her tongue licking her earlobes before moving back down again to her neck, sucking on her milky skin. The ice between her fingers reached Gigi’s chest, touching her nipple. It was sensitive to the touch, and the ice was no help at all. Soon after, Crystal heard her name escaping Gigi’s lips as she brushed the tip of the ice cube lightly against her perky breast.

“You are such a tease, Crys.” The lady in her arms groaned, her hand snaking its way down to the space between her legs. The brunette slapped the hand off of her skin, making the other groan louder. “What?”

“Who told you to touch yourself? The only one touching you tonight is me.” Crystal did reciprocated what Gigi did to her, her hand with the ice traced down to her stomach, making the taller girl flinch under her touch. She brushed it up against her smooth thighs, the touch of the coldness contrasting against the heat of the moment. “This is how you made me feel, darling.” She teased her entrance with the ice, making her shiver. Then, she let it touch her spot, holding it there using her thumb while she inserted her middle finger inside her, finger fucking her.

Crystal made sure to attend to her upper body needs, her other hand squeezing and playing with her breast, her lips leaving butterfly kisses on her pale neck. The girl was melting underneath her, which was the reaction she needed to see from her after all she had done for her that evening. She inserted another finger inside, making the other moan her name louder than she ever did.

The brunette pushed her on the bed, making her lie down on her stomach as she hovered on top of her. The finger didn’t stop, not for a second, as Crystal made her way down in between her thighs. She spread her legs wide open as she positioned herself in the middle, her lips making contact with her quacking thighs. The shorter girl placed her tongue against her core, pulling her fingers out to make space for wet muscle to enter her.

Gigi’s moans were getting louder, her fingers running through the mattress underneath her as she felt the girl fuck her with her tongue. She threw her head up to the air as she gripped onto the sheets, a familiar feeling at the pit of her stomach started to make its way. She knew she was close and she couldn’t wait to get there. Her hips moved closer and rolled against the brunette’s tongue, getting impatient and excited for her high. Crystal just smirked against her entrance as she continued to roam her insides with her tongue, tasting every inch of her walls.

Not long after, Gigi’s body started to tremble intensely before dropping motionlessly on the bed, only her chest moving up and down as she catch her breath. Crystal helped her, not even stopping her tongue as she thrusted it in and out until Gigi was all finished. Her hands found their way on the spaces beside her body, pulling her up to be face to face with her, her tongue never leaving her skin as she licked her way up. Gigi was numb yet at the same time very sensitive against Crystal’s touch. She laid down on her back, facing Crystal and placing her hand at the back of her head, pulling her down into a passionate kiss.

“That was hot.” Crystal whispered in the middle of their kiss, not leaving the other’s lips. Gigi rolled her eyes before she pulled her into another kiss, flipping them over so she would be the one on top. Her knees were still weak from the interaction earlier, making her fall on top of her. As she pulled away, she rested her head on Crystal’s chest, the other putting an arm underneath her neck for support.

The ginger looked up to her, meeting her eyes halfway. Her chest was still moving up and down, this time gradually become even in breathing, as she whispered. “Are you still going by your word from the restaurant? Are you still leaving me?”

“Hell no.” Crystal’s eyes furrowed on her forehead as she looked down at her girl. “Why? Were you seriously leaving me?”

“If you wanted me to even if I never wanted to.”

“You, tonight, convinced me further, if it’s even possible, to never let you go.”

---------------------------------------------------------------- [A/N: How was it? Hoping you enjoyed it. Love lots! :’’>]

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Someday Pt. 10 (Jeon Wonwoo)

Hello! Last part! This was a trip to write! Thank you to everyone who read! I hope you enjoyed this chaos!! I have no idea what I’m doing next!! Have a good holiay and rest of your day! 💛

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Turns out, the distance didn’t help. You still had your crush on Wonwoo. It was still there, going strong, annoying the hell out of you. 

And it felt even worse because you missed him so much. 

And now, today was the day you had been looking forward to and dreading since Seventeen left for their tour. 

You received a text from Soonyoung that morning saying they had just landed back in Seoul. 

You found yourself looking at your phone every ten minutes, checking to see if Wonwoo had texted you yet. Every single time was a relief and a disappointment that he hadn’t yet. Honestly, you didn’t know what you would do when he did, but it had bugged you all day. 

Part of you wanted to just tell him. A really big part wanted to tell him. Just get it out in the open and see what happened. That way, you would end up with either closure or… a boyfriend. But another part of you was extremely scared to do this. Scared enough that you just couldn’t do it. 

You jumped as you heard your phone go off, laughing to yourself as though you hadn’t been waiting for it to do that all day. You took a deep breath, opening the message on your phone. 

<Hey!! We’re back!! Do you want your present?>

You raised an eyebrow at the message. Wonwoo got you a present? 

<A present????????? :O> 

You stared at the screen, waiting for Wonwoo to reply. He was taking such a long time responding. Or it at least felt like it was taking a long time. 

<Yeah??? Of course I did??? You free tonight?> 

You took a deep breath. You could do this. You would tell him yes, he would come over, and you would confess. It was simple. You could do this. You typed out a reply, hitting send and putting your head on the table in front of you. 

<Actually, I’m pretty sick again. Don’t want to get you sick. Maybe another time. Rest up!> 

…

God, you were such a chicken. 

You let out a groan that lasted until you heard your phone ding again, picking your head up to rest your chin on the table. 

<..Oh. Okay. Feel better!> 

You groaned again, putting your forehead back on the table. Why couldn’t you do this? 

*

You paused the movie you had started watching, getting up to answer the door. Being dramatic about your chickening out earlier, you were too upset with yourself to actually cook dinner. So, you ordered take out. Considering you felt like a chicken right now, maybe some chicken would make you feel better. You looked at the time on your phone, raising an eyebrow. 

Damn, the delivery guy was quick. 

You skipped to the door, opening it up, the smile on your face falling once you saw who was standing on the other side of the door. 

“Hey you.” Wonwoo smiled, walking into the apartment. You had a whole deja vu moment, frozen in the doorway as Wonwoo set a plastic bag on the counter. You blinked a few times, turning to look at him. “You don’t look as sick this time, so at least that’s good.” Wonwoo commented, looking back at you. He saw you staring, rolling his eyes and coming up to close the door. You quickly jumped back as he shut the door, Wonwoo eyeing you. “What?” 

“...Nothing.” You said, walking to sit by your counter. 

“So what kind of sick are you? Like, do you feel like you’re going to throw up?” You shook your head. “Pass out?” You shook your head again. “...Lady stuff?” 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, rolling your eyes. He pulled out soup from the bag, opening up the top. 

“You said you were sick, and no offence, but you don’t take care of yourself very well.” He smirked, causing you to pout at him. 

“I do too.” You muttered, causing Wonwoo to give you a look. “Okay, sometimes I let things slide, but I try.” 

“Of course you do.” Wonwoo smiled, looking for a bowl. “So, do you have any medication to take or-” Wonwoo stopped as there was a knock at the door. You both turned towards the door, Wonwoo confused, you panicked. 

Your Chinese food. 

“Who’s-” 

“I got it.” You said, quickly standing up. “Can uh… Can you go get me some tylenol? It’s in the bathroom.” You smiled, Wonwoo giving you a look but walking down the hall. You quickly went to the door, opening it and quickly taking the food. You scattered around your kitchen, trying to figure out where to hide the food. 

Unfortunately, you were about 2 seconds too late. 

“Okay…” You froze, hearing Wonwoo’s voice. “If you’re sick, why are you getting Chinese food?” You looked up at Wonwoo, who looked at you with an amused look on his face. 

“Uhm…” You straightened up, clearing your throat. “When you feel bad… You do small things to make yourself feel better. So.” You held up the bags. “Egg rolls.” Wonwoo blinked at you a couple times, tilting his head. 

“...You’re not sick, are you?” Wonwoo asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“...Not really.” You said, setting the food on the counter. 

“Why did you say you were?” 

“Uhm…” You felt all the butterflies in your stomach, looking away from Wonwoo. You went back to sit at your counter, scratching your head. “Well, I knew you just got back and were probably tired and uh… As much as I wanted to see you I wanted you to be able to rest from all the traveling you were doing. So I said I was sick so that you would stay at the dorm and rest.” Wow, you could lie fast. 

“Bold of you to assume I’d be able to rest with the 12 boys back at the dorm.” Wonwoo sat on the stool next to yours. “That’s fair though. I’d still rather be here, a little quieter.” He smiled at you, causing your heart to burst just a little bit. “Plus... Jun wanted me to check on the grill. He wants to use it.” Wonwoo grinned, causing you to laugh a bit. You heard Wonwoo chuckle next to you, both of you internally happy with each others laughs. 

Oof, you both had it bad. 

“So uh… Did you say something about a present?” You said, looking away and quickly changing the subject, hoping to direct it away from your heartbeat. 

“Oh yeah!” He leaned forward, pulling a box out of the bag. He set it in front of you, looking at you expectedly. “Open it!” You let out another laugh, seeing how childish your best friend was being.

You pulled the top off the box, moving some of the tissue paper. At the bottom of the box, you saw a charm bracelet. There were a handful of charms around it, each one different from the next. 

“Wonwoo…” You held it, closely examining it. “What is this?” 

“It’s a charm bracelet, you goof.” Wonwoo chuckled, leaning closer to you to point at the charms. “See, each charm is from a different spot on the tour. I was able to pick out most of them, but some got picked out by that one staff member who really likes you and keeps asking to adopt you, so you should say thank you next time you see them.” He grinned, looking at you. “Do you like it?” 

You didn’t know what to say. You were just… He did that for you? That means he thought about you throughout the whole tour? Your heart was thumping in your chest as you looked up at Wonwoo, realizing now that he was only a couple inches from your face, looking at you with a soft expression, waiting for your response. 

Before you could stop yourself, you put a hand on Wonwoo’s cheek and leaned forward, lightly kissing him. You made not have had many kisses in your life, but this one felt… different. It almost felt natural. 

Then you pulled away and saw Wonwoo staring at you, eyes wide. 

“Oh my god.” You said, realizing what you had just done. Your mind was catching up with your heart, and it went into immediate panic mode. “Oh my god!” You quickly got up, dropped the bracelet on the counter and ran to your room. You quickly shut the door, leaning against it, silently cursing yourself. 

Meanwhile, Wonwoo sat frozen at the counter, trying to figure out what just happened. You just kissed him. Out of nowhere. That meant…

“Holy shit, Soonyoung was right.” He muttered, a grin forming on his face. He grabbed the bracelet, walking down the hallway towards your room. 

“Y/N!” He called, knocking on the door. You didn’t answer, still silently cursing yourself. “Y/N, please open up! Look I… I mean I…” He looked back at the kitchen, getting an idea. “If you don’t come out I’ll eat your dinner.” He said, causing you to pick up your head. You knew he would too… 

You said a few more curses under your breath, punching around the air a bit, then slowly turned to open the door. You opened it very slow, not looking directly at Wonwoo. You tried so hard not to think about how embarrassed you probably looked. 

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what-” You got interrupted by Wonwoo cupping your cheeks and pulling you towards him. You jumped a bit as Wonwoo kissed you, a little deeper than the kiss you gave him. As he pulled away, he kept his hands holding your face, keeping your foreheads together. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that…” Wonwoo muttered, a chuckle coming from him. You looked up at him, seeing his cheeks turn red. 

“...Really?” You asked, Wonwoo nodding his head. You were almost caught up in the moment, then blinked a few times, stepping back. 

“Woah, wait.” You pointed at Wonwoo, who now looked at you half scared, half amused. “You have a crush on me? And you knew about my crush on you?” 

“...Uh yeah… Hoshi kind of mentioned something a while ago.” He rubbed the back of his head, a shy smirk on his face. 

“I’m going to kill him.” 

“Or…” Wonwoo said, stepping forward and putting his hands on your shoulders. “You could stay here and we could hang out as…” He got a lost look on his face, quickly thinking. “Wait, if we have feelings, and we both know about it, what are we?” 

“Uh… We’re…” You thought about it. “Are we dating now?” 

“Don’t we have to go on a date for that?” 

“...Could this be considered a date?” You raised an eyebrow at him, watching him think. “I mean, we have food and uh… I don’t know about you but I hate first dates.” 

“So this… is our first date?” Wonwoo asked, you nodding your head. “So we’re dating?” You nodded again. “So I guess… Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asked, a slight chuckle to his voice. 

“...Do you want to be my boyfriend?” 

“...Yeah?” 

“...Okay.” You patted his shoulder, taking a step to the side and walking down the hall away from him. You barely made it back down the hallway before Wonwoo caught up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into a hug. 

“Not so fast…” Wonwoo pulled your arm up. He carefully wrapped the bracelet around your wrist, clasping it shut. “Look at that, it fits.” He smirked, kissing your cheek and letting go of your waist. “Now… I call the Chinese food.” 

“Jeon Wonwoo!” 

*

“Y/N…” Wonwoo groaned, leaning his head on his arms ahead of you. “Do you seriously have to do that now?” 

“I just have to finish this chapter, then I will be done.” You said, holding up a finger. “We have discussions in class and it’s awkward if you can’t participate.” 

“When do you graduate again?” Wonwoo blinked at you, causing you to throw a napkin at him. 

“Soon.” You laughed, shaking your head at your boyfriend. “Now let me finish.” You said, turning back to your book. 

“How many more pages?” Wonwoo asked, propping up on his elbow. 

“...32.” 

“That’s it, I’m going back to the studio.” Wonwoo sighed, standing up. 

“Babe…” You pouted at him, causing him to let out a sigh. 

“We don’t have a crazy day today, so call me when you’re done. You could come watch rehearsal and realize how I feel watching you do this every day.” He smirked, shaking his head. “But first, tea. Do you want anything?”

“No… I think I should be okay for now.” You sighed, twirling your cup. Wonwoo nodded, going up to order his drink. You continued to read your book, attempting to absorb the words. You managed to get a good groove going, until you saw something land on the table. You blinked at the bag on the table, looking up as Wonwoo kissed the top of your head. 

“See you later, love.” He smiled, walking towards the exit. As he left, he turned and gave you one last wave before disappearing around the corner. 

You pulled the bag towards you, smiling at the cookie inside, covered in red sprinkles, with a single chunk missing. 

Yeah, you were pretty happy.

(also hi i kept picking this gif for motivation whoops)

[irwen-s]

wendy falls trying to grab something and the pain of landing on her wrist throws her into regression which none of the girls had ever had any experience with and don’t know what to do

i rolled a four sided dice (on google wheeze) and got joy so here we go

there are many dangers when it comes to baking, seungwan knows. even so, she never could have anticipated this one.

its on one of their rest days between promotions when she finally gets around to having the time to bake cookies for everyone, and seungwan is elated. shes in the kitchen, bustling around gathering all the tools and ingredients she’ll need, opening and closing kitchen cabinets and drawers.

its then that she remembers having left the bag of chocolate chips in one of the upper cabinets, out of easy reach just to discourage any of the members from trying to eat them before she can even use them.

and so seungwan drags one of the stools up to the counter, then carefully steps onto it. its with a grin that she opens the cabinet to see the bag of chocolates, untouched and unopened.

when she shuffles a bit closer to grab for it, her foot misses the surface of the stool.

and then seungwan slips off with a cry of surprise.

yerim is the closest to the kitchen when from it comes a yelp followed by a crash. shes up and out of her seat, stumbling toward the kitchen where the sound of wailing breaks out, and the sight that greets her when she enters makes her eyes widen in alarm. “unnie!”

seungwan is lying on the ground, awkwardly twisted on her side, face contorted in pain and messy with tears, crying loudly.

yerim drops to her knees just as seulgi, joohyun, and sooyoung barge in behind her. she isnt sure what to do, hands hovering hesitantly over seungwans fallen form, afraid to touch her where she might be injured. the way shes sobbing so uncontrollably makes it all the more nerve-wracking.

“her arm,” joohyun speaks up quickly, dropping to her knees beside yerim. seungwans cries are shrill, terrifying in a way theyve never heard her sound before. “seungwan-ah, we’re going to sit you up, can you breathe for me?”

its like seungwan cant hear her. sooyoung moves around to seungwans other side as joohyun continues to murmur gentle encouragements, and her arm slides around seungwans back in support as yerim and joohyun carefully pull her upright. shes choking on her sobs now, tears sliding down flushed cheeks as shes propped up against sooyoungs chest, shuddering cries wracking her small frame.

“its her wrist. she hurt her wrist,” yerim immediately points out, and their eyes collectively fall to seungwans hand. the skin is bruised, dark and discolored.

“unnie, youre okay, youre okay, can you take deep breaths with me?” sooyoung soothes, smoothing back seungwans hair as joohyun tells seulgi to get an ice pack, her lips brushing seungwans ear. seungwan only chokes on another pained cry, shaking her head frantically.

sooyoung quickly slides herself to sit down properly before carefully guiding seungwan into her lap, cradled against her chest. seungwan immediately turns her face into her neck, trembling in her arms, her uninjured hand desperately clutching onto sooyoungs shirt.

shes hiccuping through strained cries, likely from tiring her voice, and sooyoung rubs soothing circles against her back as she presses her lips to seungwans temple, murmuring softy. “im right here, unnie, youre okay. just breathe for me.”

“n-not unnie,” seungwan sobs in a shaky voice. she lifts her hand up, as if to wipe her face, then whimpers at the movement. yerim quickly guides her hand away and into her lap, fingers coiled gently around her forearm.

“wan-ah,” sooyoung says then, switching immediately, her fingers carding through seungwans hair. seungwan sniffles against the crook of her neck, the tears staining her cheeks wetting sooyoungs skin as she cries quietly. “wan-ah, youre okay, sooyoungie’s here.”

seulgi returns then with an ice pack wrapped in a small towel, and she kneels next to yerim before carefully pressing it against seungwans wrist. “youre okay, its just a little bruise, wannie.” she tries to smile reassuringly, but seungwan jerks at the touch of the ice pack.

“c-cold,” she hiccups tearfully as she attempts to pull her arm away.

“yerim-ah,” joohyun quickly says, but yerim is already tightening her grip around seungwans arm, murmuring “i got her” as she gently but firmly keeps it anchored in her lap. seulgi moves the ice pack back against her wrist with a soft “sorry, wannie.”

sooyoung holds seungwan securely against her as she begins to squirm and cry louder. “wan-ah, the ice will help it hurt less, its okay,” she tries to explain, rocking her to calm her down. “its all right. youre okay, wannie.”

“mama,” seungwan cries in a small, wobbly voice, and all of them freeze. they watch as seungwan shakes her head back and forth against sooyoung, sobbing weakly into her neck. “mama, h-hurts.”

“her mom?” seulgi whispers in confusion as joohyun furrows her eyebrows. sooyoung cradles the back of seungwans head, keeping her tucked close against her chest, exchanging worried and puzzled glances with the others.

yerim has been watching seungwan closely, and she speaks up then. “no, i think she means you, sooyoung-unnie,” she says slowly. seulgi and joohyun look at yerim in surprise as sooyoungs eyes widen.

“me?” sooyoung asks hesitantly.

“its a hunch,” yerim admits, but her eyes are still trained on seungwans trembling form, the way she looks too fragile and vulnerable. hiding her face in sooyoungs neck, hiccuping unsteadily. “shes only been responding to you.”

sooyoungs lips part in surprise, realization dawning on her. “wannie,” she says tentatively against seungwans ear, keeping her voice low and soothing. “can you look at—at mama, for me?”

theres a shaky, nervous sniffle, but then they watch as seungwan slowly moves her head away from sooyoungs neck. puffy, watery eyes look up at her, and sooyoungs heart wrenches at the sight of cheeks flushed and shiny with tears, at the way her lip wobbles.

“oh, baby,” sooyoung whispers in a heartbroken voice, and her hands cradle seungwans face, thumbs brushing against her cheeks as seungwan whimpers in her lap, fresh tears slipping from the corner of her eyes. “im so sorry, wannie. mama’s—mama’s here.”

“hurts,” seungwan hiccups again, squirming to clutch onto sooyoung. yerims fingers wrapped around her injured hand stop her from fully doing so, so sooyoung quickly shifts closer to pull seungwan back against herself, tucked close.

“i know, baby, i know,” she whispers soothingly, letting seungwan press her face back against her neck. she runs her fingers through seungwans hair, feeling her her breathing begin to calm.

“im going to get tissues,” joohyun murmurs quietly, rising from her knees. she looks down at them, gaze moving to rest over seungwan last, heavy with concern. “sooyoung-ah, can you carry her to the couch?”

sooyoung nods. “yes, unnie.”

joohyun turns to yerim and seulgi then. “go with her, make sure wan doesnt move her wrist too much,” she directs, and they both nod in acknowledgement.

they all get to their feet then. sooyoung is the last to stand, careful and slow so as to not jostle seungwan cradled in her arms, who only lets out a small whimper into her shoulder.

“ive got you, baby, mama’s here. we’re just going to the couch, okay?” sooyoung reassures. yerim holds onto seungwans forearm, and after nodding at sooyoung, they both begin to move to the living room, seulgi trailing behind them. joohyun disappears into the hallway.

sooyoung sits down on the couch with seungwan settled in her lap, yerim seated next to them. seulgi hands her the ice pack, which yerim presses against the bruised skin of seungwans wrist. the touch startles seungwan, who lets out a small cry.

sooyoung shushes her quickly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of seungwans head. “its okay, baby, its just ice. youre okay. mama has you.”

a hand holds out a tissue from behind her, which sooyoung accepts gratefully.

“thank you, unnie,” she whispers, and joohyun nods, settling the box down next to where shes seated. she gestures for yerim to move away so she can take her place as sooyoung gently coaxes seungwans face away from her neck again, dabbing at her tear-stained cheeks with the tissue. seungwans hiccups, leaning feebly into her touch.

theyre all quiet now, watching as sooyoung lets seungwan curl against her after drying her tears, rubbing her back in slow, calming circles and murmuring soothingly into her ear. an occasional sniffle comes from seungwan, but shes no longer trembling, and her cries have quieted.

gradually, sooyoung feels seungwans breathing begin to even out, exhales soft as small puffs of air tingle the skin of her neck.

“shes asleep,” sooyoung mouths to the others. joohyun nods, and relief seems to flood into the room, relaxing all of them as seulgi slumps back into the couch and yerim lets out a sigh of relief.

“lets let her rest,” joohyun says quietly, loosening her grip around seungwans forearm. when no one moves from their seats, the corner of her lips tug up in slight amusement. theyre all too worried to go anywhere else.

“do we know whats going on with wannie?” seulgi tentatively whispers.

its silent for a minute, everyones gazes falling back to seungwan.

“we’ll ask her when she wakes up,” joohyun says finally, after a long moment.

sooyoung wraps her arms around seungwan a little tighter.

—

its a few hours later when seungwan wakes up groggily to soft murmurs and the hum of the stove from the kitchen. she yawns, slowly cracking open her eyes, then comes face to face with sooyoung, whos watching her carefully.

“sooyoungie?” she mumbles sleepily.

“unnie,” sooyoung says, gauging, and seungwan furrows her eyebrows, realizing shes curled up in sooyoungs lap and starting to wonder why, before her hazy memory begins to remember what happened as she sees sooyoung holding the ice pack to her wrist.

“oh—oh my god, shit!” seungwan yells in surprise, stuttering and jerking and almost falling off the couch. she scrambles to get out of sooyoungs lap, apologizing profusely as her eyes water and her vision blurs.

its hard for her to breathe, she feels herself trembling as she gasps frantically, chest suddenly too tight. distantly, she hears sooyoung murmuring something as the commotion from the kitchen cuts off abruptly.

seungwan starts to cry, her brain fuzzy, feeling herself slipping again because shes still sleepy and tired and feels so bad.

“its age regression,” sooyoung finally bursts out, holding seungwan against her as she hyperventilates in her arms. “you regress to a younger age, i know, i searched it up. wan-ah, its okay. its okay.”

seungwan is still apologizing through shaky, frantic gasps, tears sliding down her face, but sooyoung pulls her close and shushes her, now brave enough and more understanding.

“deep breaths, wan-ah, just breathe,” sooyoung whispers, and eventually she feels seungwan slowly relax against her, slumping weakly against her chest, taking shuddering breaths, slowly returning to herself. sooyoung kisses her temple, rubbing her back.

“i-im so sorry,” seungwan apologizes hoarsely again after a moment.

“theres nothing to apologize for,” sooyoung says firmly, shaking her head. her heart aches with so much love, so much adoration, its almost overwhelming. “i’m so happy you trust me enough—trust me to be your mama.”

seungwan sniffles against her. “t-thank you, sooyoungie,” she whispers tiredly, closing her eyes, and sooyoung presses a soft, soothing smile against her hair.